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Fates of the Unicorns 4 - Goodbye

_ SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters. This is an adult, bondage and slavery themed story._

Evana blinked at the dragon's words... goodbye? What did he mean by that. She didn't even realize he knew her name. She licked her lips, wondering if she should ask forgiveness for throwing her gag away... it was a stupid thing to do she realized, but she had always been quick to act without thinking. Opening her mouth she started to plead her case, but was suddenly grabbed and spun, and flung backward into the darkness. She whinnied in surprise, and fell onto a warm mass smelling of flowers and plants. The surface was sticky, covered in some sort of thick sap and she groaned, feeling her fur getting even worse off as she tried to stand up. But that was when the dragon lit the line of torches covering the back of the cave. She was lying on a large flower at least twenty feet across. It had wide, thick petals laying on the ground in a circle with several vines coiled messily over each petal. In the center of the giant flower was a bulb with several bulges and stamen-like protrusions. The line of unicorns shifted back uneasily as they saw the large plant, and two of them jerked like they had been struck and tried to press back against the wall even as it caused the chains to pull and chafe them and their neighbors painfully. But she was soon too busy to notice any more as these so called vines were moving, and even now one had wrapped around one of her legs, the sticky sap adhering quickly to her fur. "Whhaaat? What the hell?" she said in a scared voice, trying harder to escape. But another vine got a hold of a hand, and a larger one had snaked across her waist. She was truly trapped now, and all her struggles did was press more of her fur into contact with a vine and get her even further stuck.

"I see some of you recognize what this is," said Master Rahmor, "and you are correct to fear it... It is an incubator bulb. A few more mares showed some fear at the naming and whinnied though their gags and trembled. "It would not be much of a lesson if you didn't understand what is going to happen to her, so I'll explain as the plant does it's work."

Evana tried to jerk her one free leg away, but without being able to run it was quickly captured as well, and soon the vines had coiled around both her arms and legs, rendering her immobile. With her struggles to pull free she hardly noticed the center pod begin to extrude several thick tentacles until one of them had come to rest before her face. She stared at it... it was as thick as her leg, and the end was closed bulb dripping a sticky fluid. Just as she realized what she was looking at it opened, spreading into four sections, the thick petals of the bulb lined with tiny thorns. At the center was what looked like a penis, dripping with ooze and thrusting in and out, seeking a home. "No, no, no..." she said and shook her head, turning it away from the grotesque thing. It moved, tracking her nose and she tried to turn again, but this time a tentacle had wrapped around her face, another around her horn and a third around her neck. She was helpless to do anything but watch as it hovered in front of her. "Please..." she said, and the moment her mouth was open it shot forward, the organ plunging into her mouth and the petals closing over her face in a tight grip, the small thorns giving it an unbreakable grip even if she could have freed her hands. She tried to bite but it had swollen in her mouth, forcing it wide and unable to close. She moaned, all she could do as she felt it dripping fluids in her mouth, forcing her to drink it down. Thrashing violently now, she panted through her nose, watching in horrified fascination as the end of the tentacle swelled and contracted in time with her breathing, the air moist and smelling strongly of the plant.

"As you can see, it's got her trapped. Those vines can produce a substance like tar that sticks even to the skin of an elf, or the scales of a dragon. You poor things with your fur are even more helpless. Now... that big tentacle covering her muzzle... that's a feeding and breathing organ. It will give her daily meals and water to keep her healthy. It tastes like vegetable soup I am told, but I have no intention of trying it for myself. The food and air is all drugged, giving her a constant dose of a mild muscle relaxant. She will soon be reduced to squirming."

Evana didn't care what was being fed to her, she was refusing to swallow. She struggled and tried to spit it out, being partially successful as it oozed out of the corners of the petals wrapping her face. She felt a moment of relief as she was finally able to win some ground, only to widen her eyes and thrash even harder as a smaller tube emerged from the engorged stamen in her mouth and forced itself into her throat, sliding down deeply to begin pulsing and pumping directly into her stomach. She struggled and thrashed and tried to scream but all to no avail, eventually going still as it slowly fed her, and then retracted the tube, leaving her belly full of the luke-warm paste. She breathed hard through her nose, wondering how long he was going to leave her in this thing, and then she saw more of the tentacled pods emerge. One drifted down to her and opened it's four thick petals, but instead of a penis shape it had a round sucker ringed with tiny thorns like teeth. She watched it in apprehension as it moved, then tried to cry out around the plant in her mouth as the newly opened pod dropped over her breast. The mouth of the thing found her nipple and BIT down with dozens of tiny teeth like thorns. She managed a mrrrrrph as her nipple was pinched and pulled and gripped, and then the petals closed over her breast to squeeze it in a crushing grip.

"Now the plant of course is going to want something in return for it's feeding of her. This is the first of the several payments it will extract from her. That is a milking pod... it will work her breasts to drink any milk it can squeeze out. There isn't any at the moment, but she will soon start producing. A pity nobody will see her breasts swell nicely with milk. Ahh, I think it's ready to demand more payments from her, watch."

She jerked and kicked as her breast was milked ruthlessly and second pod took her other breast, pinching pulling and squeezing. Tears flowed down her face as she wined inaudibly, her tortured breasts aching deeply from the tight grip. She panted and cried, and finally the plant seemed to realize there was nothing to drink and stopped the crushing and biting... but those petals were stuck fast to her breasts and stayed put, giving an experimental squeeze every few minutes, her nipples always gripped firmly by the tiny thorned mouth. She looked to the dragon, trying to plead with her eyes... she didn't want to be milked! She wanted out of here... away from this thing. Her attention was drawn from the dragon by yet another tentacle, this one larger and covered in bulging veins and clearly making it's way up between her legs. She thrashed urgently, trying to being her tail up to protect herself but it was stuck fast. The pod moved forward and came to rest against her pussy, seeming to nuzzle and inspect before opening up. What was inside almost made Evana faint in fear. It was a large tube-like thing, oozing a green fluid. There was a mass of smaller tentacles writhing around it and the tip of the tube was opening and closing in a slow rhythm, the ringlike opening covered in tiny suckers. Horror stricken she could only watch as the mass of tentacles were pressed to her crotch and started to push outward, spreading her labia wide, exposing and parting her inner lips for the awaiting tube. The entire pod was now pressed tightly up against her sex, the petals folding down to fasten to her fur and skin, attaching itself to her. The small tentacles continued to hold her labia widely open, and now others began to probe and explore.

One found her clit and she shuddered, unable to repress the spark of pleasure that produced. But another slim tentacle was not pleasant at all, probing and poking until it found it's target, Evana's urethra. The feeling was intensely uncomfortable as her urinary tract was invaded, filled and claimed by the slimy probe. She gasped as it began to drain her bladder, feeling it emptying her, wondering if this is what the dragon meant by it wanting more payments. But another pod had moved into position below the first and had begun to tease at her anus and she renewed her struggles. She clenched down as it began to invade her ass but it was no use, the things inhuman strength easily violated her bottom, sinking what looked like a thick root deeply into her belly, burrowing inward effortlessly and making the poor unicorn close her eyes in a wince, tears streaming anew. Invaded from all sides she hardly knew what to fear most, but motion of the tube touching her vagina brought her attention back to her poor sex and she mmmmmmmphed as loud as she could as she struggled.

"That pod that has grabbed her crotch is the entire reason this plant is here. It's going to rape her with that pod. It's going to impregnate her and force her womb to grow it's seeds. Those seeds are very valuable, producing anything from healing syrups to drugs to anti insect poisons. Dragon warriors can eat those and cause any insects that feed on or try and breed them to eventually sicken and die. That is what many pods make, but it has it's limits and doesn't always work. Having a unicorn as it's host should make it's seeds even more potent, and I have been tinkering with this pod for some time. I have great hopes for it. Perhaps I'll buy her a nice plaque to mount in this room in return for the extra gold she will be earning for me, and her contribution to the war effort."

Tears now streamed down Evana's equine face as she half-heard Master Rahmor's explanation of what was, and what would be happening to her. Her sleek thighs tensed, muscles quivering as she strained to close them against the invasion. Fingers clenched and unclenched, the movement attracting more vines that wrapped and held them down, denying her even that small amount of freedom. "Get it out! Get it out! Get it out!" she thought in a panic, feeling the tube begin to slide deep into her sex, working further and further into her body as it spread her widely inside. She wondered how deep it was going to go and twisted her body as she felt it push up against her cervix. She tried to push the thing in her mouth out with her tongue, but it was pinned flat and she simply let out a long, low animal moan. The tube was not finished and it's mouth closed around the ring of muscle, the suckers gripping it tightly, starting to pull. Like a starfish opening a clam it worked steadily but with continuous pressure, forcing the unicorn girl's cervix to slowly, agonizingly open. Nothing could have prepared her for her most inner sanctum being violated. Her eyes were wide, staring at the pod now nestled between her thighs, her chest heaving. As she was opened up, smaller tentacles began to invade her womb, seeking and probing, winding their way up into her ovaries to begin harvesting. She drooled from the corners of her mouth as her eyes rolled up, overwhelmed from the sensations.

"Not long now..." said Master Rahmor as he walked along the row of horrified unicorn mares as they watched their sister slave in the grip of the plant. "Soon it will begin to implant into her," he stated, running a taloned hand along the face and horn of each slave as he passed them, turning to walk back, sometimes forcing one that had turned her head back to watch.

Nearly in a mindless panic now, Evana no longer heard her Masters words as she tried desperately to get away... to get it out... to do anything at all. But there was nothing she could do. Even when being held in the slave pens she had never felt this helpless. After a time she fell limp, worn out from her struggles and her eyes slowly focused again. She wondered if it was over, and then saw a large bulge traveling slowly down the tentacle raping her. She didn't know what it was, but knew she couldn't let it inside her. She squeezed and tightened her sex as the bulge reached her spread lips, and began to enter her. It was going to go in she knew, even as she fought it easily slipped inside and made it's way deep into her helpless body to be slickly deposited into her womb, the tube rippling as it pushed the egg sized lump in. She shuddered... her belly having a small but visible lump now.

"There... the first seed pod, see the nice little bulge in her belly. Can you imagine how she feels, to have this thing putting it's spawn inside her? It could have been any one of you. She simply was the one that displeased me the most." He pointed at a unicorn to his left, "I have seen the looks of hate you gave me." He turned on another, "You look so scared I wonder if you will be of any use to me... maybe you would have been chosen." Stepping back he addressed them all again, "You are all slaves. You will all be raped. You will all be dominated and trained." He watched the whimpers and shifting of the line of slaves and finished, "But there are comfortable positions in my service. Behave, obey and please me and you might find yourself a pleasant spot in my lair. Displease me, or don't try hard enough, and you might become like her."

Deep in her own struggles, Evana had no idea she was being discussed... all she knew was that another pod was moving toward her sex, and another behind that. She snorted and tried to kick again, panicking wildly now as pod after pod was forced into her womb, stretching it painfully, her belly bulging hugely now. She moaned against the mouthful of plant as the last of them were forced into her, trembling all over.

The dragon Master walked down the line of his slaves, touching each one, forcing each one to look at the no longer struggling mare. He slid his hand under Dana's chin, lifting her head and making her watch. "It's almost over my slave... one final act. One final look at an example of a slave that disappoints her Master." All the unicorn snorted or gasped in alarm as the petals of the flower began to curl upward, slowly enclosing Evana. She was hardly moving now, her belly stretched and lumpy with it's first load of seed pods, eyes closed tightly. Rahmor smiled down at the mare. She was making a wonderful object lesson as well as serving a useful purpose. In time the steady orgasms and mind-altering effects of the pod would leave her in a constant state of dreamy bliss. She just had to accept her fate.

Her eyes opened as she felt herself being moved, and saw the petals closing around her. She wailed in despair, her view of the cave, and of the kneeling line of unicorns slowly shrinking until all she could see was the dragon who put her here. All anger gone she pleaded with her eyes, trying to call out, begging for him to take her back, but he made no move as the petals closed, forming a squat bulb with her inside the confining thing.

Outside the unicorns were led away, moving with haste to escape the plants lair, tails between their legs in fear and worry as they were led back to the large cave which they were now glad to be heading back to. Back to a world where they would be enslaved surely, but compared to this... even the life of a slave seemed somehow not quite as bad anymore.

Evana did not hear or see them leave, trapped inside the thick walls of the plant. A thick fluid began to drip and dribble onto her and she closed her eyes as it splattered over her face. She could feel the fluid slowly rising over her in the darkness as the hours passed. The tentacles inside her were never still for long... always pulsing, throbbing or shifting their grip or position and making her squirm with each tiny motion. Every so often she tried to struggle, but was held fast. Between struggles she found herself becoming aroused, her clit rubbed, nipples squeezed, even the tube swelling and pulsing inside her. The pain and pleasure mingled in her mind, making it hard to separate out one from the other.

Unseen, the blue dragon remained in the dark lair, looking in satisfaction at the plant. They were a key part of the dragon's defenses of the insects. They were giant chemical factories, able to synthesize and produce all manner of drugs and toxins. Very little was understood about how they worked. There were several smaller pods branching off that could be filled with various items. Tissue samples in some, rocks and minerals in others to control what they produced. Dragons were still learning all the combinations and what they did. The main product was a toxin, one that killed insects. Dragons drank that when they were on the front lines. It meant if a dragon was taken captive or infested by an insect drone, it would eventually die, taking the dragon with it. Far, far better than to live. But the pods died without a host to feed on. Each one had to have a sacrifice. The war couldn't be fought as effectively without them.

He moved back to the plant, running a hand down the slick side. He knew she couldn't hear him submerged in the sticky sap, possibly asleep. But he spoke anyway, "Sleep well, little unicorn. One of you had to serve me here, and you made a nice example for the others. I'm told it is terrible at first, but you get used to it. The pods work best when their host is calm and relaxed. Furries left in them long enough even begged to be put back in if removed.

Exhausted she drifted off to sleep, her body beginning to float in the tight confines of the pod, now completely filled with the warm fluid, dreaming of being chased by dark things, a far away figure turning it's back on her as she begged to be let go... screaming at him... and then offering herself to ease her sexual tension. But he never heard her, never looked back. She twitched in her dreams as she slept for long hours, not even the nightmares waking her, as they were far better than what faced her when she eventually would wake again. The dragon's words were quite true. Her first few days were indeed a trial, but eventually, that began to change.