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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 15 - Harvest

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.

Kavana did not stop struggling for a long time, even after the plant closed around her and what little space was left filled with a warm liquid. Eventually she fell limp and exhausted, panting hard into the bulging pod that encased her muzzle and provided her with air. The thick feeding tube in her mouth kept her from making any noises other than grunts, screams and moans. She drifted in the dark for a time, twitching and moaning as things moved deep in her belly.

She woke with a start and let out a long moan of despair to find herself still inside her Masters plant. Her thoughts spun in circles.. furious at the dragon for doing this to her.. then wishing she could beg forgiveness and wondering why she didn't obey like the others. She would be a good girl this time. But she knew it was hopeless. He had left her here.. said she would stay here for the rest of her life. She shuddered in fear, not able to imagine days, let alone years as the plants victim.

Something shifted in her belly, like a snake uncoiling to stretch and then relaxing. She moaned loudly and pressed a hand to her stomach, and opened her eyes in reflex as she realised she could move her hand. The liquid surrounded her but didn't seem to bother her eyes, and there WAS light. She stared at blurry images, blinking more until things came into focus. It was very dark, but there were veins in the plant that glowed dimly. Enough to see that her belly was swollen as if she had been pregnant for several months. "What's inside me?" she thought with rising panic. She was half curled into a fetal position, for there was little room and she easily grabbed at the thick tentacle that was embedded in her stretched and aching pussy.

The plant did not seem to like this, for at once tentacles that had been lining the walls of her living prison once more wrapped tight around her arms and legs and bound her securely. She struggled again, fighting them but soon tired. Once she calmed she relaxed and didn't move, waiting for them to release her.

She must have slept again she thought as she realized her eyes were closed. Opening them she saw that the tentacles were only loosely draped around her limbs and slowly she moved an arm. Nothing happened and she touched her belly with a moan. It felt good just to be able to move a little in the confined space, and she avoided touching any of the tentacles attached to her. She wished she could pull them off her breasts. They were tight and sucked at her nipples every so often, small rope-like vines wrapped around each of them to squeeze as they did.

Her hand slid down to her sex to gently rub at her strained folds. She remembered when it was forcing it's way inside.. she was convinced it was far too large to fit. That was before the large bulges were forced down it as it implanted.. things inside her. And they were growing.. she thought her belly was a bit bigger than the last time she looked.

She panted slowly as she rubbed her tender lips, a thumb moving unconsciously to her clit and making her arch her back and moan. She groaned into the bulb around her muzzle and pulled her hand away. What was she doing? Her thoughts were interrupted as the feeding tube began to ooze her next meal into her muzzle. She was quick to swallow it, knowing it would shove the tube down her throat if she tried to resist. The taste wasn't terrible. In fact she imagined it tasted like the nectar of a flower.. and probably was she guessed. She found herself sucking on the tube once the flow had stopped, licking the tip to get the last of it.

Her hand again drifted down, this time sensually rubbing from the start as she suckled and licked. Her hips moved in a slow thrusting and she jerked fully awake as her clit shot electric jolts into her at the touch of her fingers. It must be feeding me aphrodisiacs! She forced her fingers to stop moving. This was her body! It could trap her here, but she was NOT going to be controlled by it.

The plant had other ideas however, and it had noticed the slick fluids her pussy had been leaking, felt the movements of her body, both inside and out. The thick tentacle in her sex began a gentle rippling, the motion running up and down the length of her vagina.

Kavana gasped at the sensation. She knew the desires were from drugs or hormones but that didn't stop them from feeling damn good. She moaned and writhed as it teased her, holding back and fighting it as long as she could. And then it was too much and she found herself screaming out her orgasm, her cries muffled but the explosions of pleasure in her body were loud and intense. She shuddered, body twisting in pleasured torment until she just lay spend and exhausted, twitching every few seconds as she hurrfed hot breath into the tentacled gag. She closed her eyes and wondered why the plant wanted her to cum, then opened them wide as it started to ripple in her sex again. She was just as horny as she had been when it started! This time she used her fingers to play with her clit, wanting to finish herself off.. free herself from the powerful desires now flowing through her. Her second orgasm was more powerful than the first and left her almost unable to breathe. She struggled to gasp for breath, but as soon as her breathing was back to hard pants, it started up again!

She lost track of how many times she had orgasmed after that. She remembered a pause when she was fed again and she sucked madly, her mind driven mad by lust and imagining her lovers cock in her mouth instead. The aching desire and bolts of pleasure drove every coherent thought from her overstimulated brain and it was a long, long time before she came back to her senses.

How long had I been out this time, she wondered? She braced herself for the onslaught of need, but the plant had finished with her for now. She gingerly gave her clit a rub and felt a strong response, much more sensitive and pleasureful than normal, but nowhere near the insane reactions she had just been put through. Her thoughts were still slow and fuzzy and she wondered how long it had.. what. Fucked her? Teased her? She shuddered and then looked down at her chest, her breasts felt funny. She felt them carefully, not wanting to disturb the tentacles and attachments and was sure they were swollen.

She froze as her touches brought the mouth-like suckers clamped over her breasts to life. But tentacles didn't grab and bind her this time. Gasping she felt her tits squeezed and sucked at. She stared in puzzlement as a white fluid begin to flow along the veins of the sucking tentacles, moving from her breasts in time with the pulsing. It felt good.. like a pressure was being relieved. It hit her moments later that they were milking her! She cried out in frustration and helplessness as she watched the plant use her. As if she were just some cow. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sucking as the milking tentacles did their job and drained her.

Time passed, but she had no idea how much or how little. There was no day or night, and even sleep could come and go without her realising it. The feedings were erratic too. Sometimes she would be starving and be eating all the time, and other times it felt like she only snacked. The plant had put her through another round of orgasms and she drifted without thought for some time after. It was only the movement in her belly that brought her out of it. That was new, and it worried her as much as exited her to have something different happen.

By now her tummy was larger than she had ever seen, even mares that were ready for birth were not as big as she was now. She shuddered to think what was filling her womb, growing inside her, feeding off her. She grunted out as the entire tentacle throbbed and things shifted and moved around. And then a dull ache began somewhere inside, quickly growing as she felt something inside being forced wide. She couldn't see past her large belly, but she felt with her hands and moaned as she discovered a large lump moving downward. She cried out as her sex was stretched, and her pussy felt like it was going to tear apart. And with a sigh it was passed, her belly a little smaller and the pressure gone.

A large bulge was traveling back up the tentacle. It put something in her.. it grew.. and now it was taking it back. Harvesting it's seeds. She clenched her fists in despair, knowing this is what was in store for her. To be milked, fucked, and a fertile womb to impregnate and give birth. She had little time to think about it as her belly was shifted and a second pod began to make it's way out of her.

She counted six of them before it was finally over, her belly not flat, but now only containing the coils of tentacles that seemed to have made their home in her womb. She was so tired and sore. She thought it was bad when they went in, but they were so much larger when they came out. Even breathing made her lower body ache from the movement and she wondered in dread how long before new seeds were going to be forced inside of her. Even her horn ached, a sign that it's magical properties were being stressed. Somehow she just knew that those pods in her belly were growing with the help of her horn, feeding off the healing magic and leaving none for her.

A sudden feeling of release came from her waist and she let out a soft ahhh as the tentacle in her urethra drained her swollen bladder. It always let her fill up until she had to go badly before allowing it, and with the slim tentacle plugging her up she couldn't go until it allowed it. She wasn't even allowed that small freedom. Her body was just part of the plant now... subservient in every way to it's control and needs.

This couldn't be her life! She had to get out. Had to escape. She would do anything to have this thing off her face.. these tentacles out of her mouth and pussy and ass. She struggled, the vines quickly restraining her as she screamed for help, her muffled words lost in the fluid filled interior of the plant she was now part of.

...

Outside of the plant Rahmor watched the leaves rustle slightly and pressed an ear to the huge main bulb of it. He licked a fang slowly as he heard the faint noises of the unicorn trapped inside. He listened until they faded and stood back up, hefting a pod and examining it. He peeled back the top of it and looked inside, poking at the marble sized seeds packed within. With a flick of a sharp talon he cut the stem of the pod and handed it to a kneeling slave behind him. There were other similar pods, all much smaller. He ignored those and moved to examine another group that were just starting to swell with unicorn milk. A quick squeeze squirted a sample into a small vial which was again passed to the slave. "Deliver the seeds to my quarters, and have the milk tested on a test animal. We will see if there is any improvement on the effects when a unicorn is the host body."

"Yes, Master" said the slave who rose and quickly made her way out of the room. The place scared her, for she knew what was inside each of those pods and had no desire to join them.

Rahmor spent more time examining the plant. It was a complex job to splice in the various cuttings to induce the plant to produce the required product. Trial and error had produced a number of combinations that had useful, and in some cases, essential effects. The ancient Empire had bred these plants long ago, and nobody living knew all of what they were capable of. There were matching flowers that could be grafted on to produce specific results. But there was no known way to tell which flowers were meant to go with the plant. Using normal flowers caused them to die quickly if not removed fast enough. Many combinations of known flowers produced nothing at all, or harmed the plant and it's victim.

The dragon looked carefully at a bulge the size of his head near the base of this plant. Inside was a small insectoid larva, kept alive in a similar way to how his unicorn was being held. A particular combination of flowers had been grafted onto his pod, telling the plant to produce a toxin specific to the creature inside. Dragons have long used the pods to produce a poison that kills the insectoid warriors on contact. It was a cornerstone of their defenses here, and very effective fighting breakouts. You could even drink it and it would kill any insectoid that touched your blood, preventing them from attaching to a dragon to take control of their minds and bodies. However, drinking it had side effects and one could not take it for long before being forced to stop or become permanently crippled. Rahmor hoped the poison-laced milk being produced would also have some of the healing know to unicorns, and could be taken longer without ill effects. It would be a great advance in the war, and his status and horde too of course.

He smirked as he thought of the seeds. They had an altogether different purpose, and he was going to enjoy testing them on his unicorn captives.

...

Chakal leaned against the large drake and watched the clouds pass by the rim of the dragon capital. She didn't like to watch the goings on down below because it reminded her too much of how far from home she was, but the sky looked the same here and it was nice to watch and rest after a long day of cleaning and grooming the beast. He wasn't all that bad she thought.. he certainly became attached to her quickly enough. There was no way to mistake him as her pet however. He made it clear that she was HIS pet. If he wanted a brushing, or his scales oiled he would make it clear and saying no was not an option. She didn't think he would actually hurt her if she refused.. but he could easily nose and bat her about to make his point clear.

She missed the company of the other unicorns, and hoped she would pass whatever test her Master had planned for her so she could at least go visit. She stood up and looked up, but couldn't see anything but the wall of the rock. She backed up, being very careful as she neared the edge as it was a long, and fatal fall. Even all the way out there wasn't anything she could see. She knew from being up there nobody came out to the very edge. For starters, it curved down so you couldn't get too close to the edge or you would slide right off. And there was a large drake living below it which was another good reason to avoid it.

She sighed and craned her neck some more, wishing she could shout out, but she wouldn't want anyone to risk falling over the edge to come look at her. She gave a little hop even but didn't glimpse even the point of a unicorns horn. Not that they HAD points any more she thought to herself with annoyance.

Chakal heard the great drake rise and looked to see what he was doing. With sudden alarm she saw his head coming at her and she yelped in surprise. The drakes nose swept her legs out from under her and she landed on the top of his head, grabbing his horns for dear life as she was lifted high into the air as he reared up on his hindlegs and pulled himself upward along the sheer rock face above his lair.

...

The past few days had been uneventful for the unicorn mares, which they were very grateful for. Their Master had not visited them which meant no new humiliations or rapes had taken place. Some of the guards teased them, but that was hardly worth noticing compared to what their Master did to them when he came for a visit.

Dana and a few other unicorns were passing the time by telling each other stories of their former lives back home when they heard a shriek coming from the ledge.

"Oh now.. did somebody fall?" asked one of the group as they all stood up and turned to look at the ledge.

Dana began moving forward, dreading what she might see when a horn, and then the head of a unicorn rose into sight from below the ledge. Thinking she must have slipped and was climbing back up she ran faster to help, and then skidded on her hooves as a much larger pair of horns emerged. "Ahhh!"

The group of unicorns rushing to the edge came to an abrupt stop, most of them backing away as a par of huge eyes peered at them over the edge of the cave entrance. Perched on top of the drakes head was Chakal! Forgetting her fear for a moment Dana said, "What the hell are you DOING up there?"

Chakal was still gripping the horns and had shifted to a kneeling position on the dragons head. "Ahhhh... he just kinda did this on his own.. I have no idea how to get him back down!"

The guards had now reached the scene and were blinking in confusion as well. A feline glared at Chakal and said, "What do you think you are doing, bitch? Get off Masters drake right NOW!" She was used to the presence of the drakes and had no problem walking closer to the edge and pointing a finger at a now cringing Chakal.

Suddenly the drake lifted his head a bit more and let out a roar at the guard, ending it with a deep and threatening growl.

As one the entire herd of unicorns backed all the way to the rear wall of the cave, a few falling down in their haste and stumbling the rest of the way. Even the guards backed up. Pissing off a drake was a quick way to get eaten. One guard grabbed the feline and yanked her back, "Whatever you did to piss him off, stop doing it, Nella!"

Nella didn't argue and backed up with the rest of them with a scared look on her face.

Chakal was as surprised as any of them, but understood immediately that the drake was protecting her! She patted his head and soothingly said, "It's ok.. don't eat anyone, ok? Shhhhh." With relief she heard the growls die away and with a soft snort the drake went quiet. "Ummm... sorry everyone..."

Dana had to lean to one side to see what was going on, for Tamira had suddenly placed herself in front of her in a protective stance. The big monster didn't seem to be coming any closer and it looked like Chakal had him calmed down.

"Away from the door, bitches!" shouted Nella. "Get moving!" The angry cat started swatting mares on their rumps to force them to move away from the only exit out of their prison. It took a few swats to get anyone to move at first, the drakes head scaring them more than the spanking they were getting.

With the group pushed a safe distance from the door the cat guard snorted angrily. "What does that girl thing she is DOING?"

"Scaring the piss out of you, hah!" laughed a guard.

"Harumph!" she said and yelled at a few more unicorns, grabbing one by the horn to drag her further from the door.

Dana whispered to Tamira, "Wow.. she sure has a temper."

Tamira whispered back, "Her authority was challenged. She is used to dishing it out, not taking it. Oh, look... Chakals gone."

Dana looked and said, "I hope she knows what she is doing with that thing. It could eat any of us in one bite!"

Tamira rubbed at her side with a frown and nodded, "You don't want to go up against one of those, no way. It looks like todays excitement is over. I hope Chakal can keep that drake down there where it belongs from now on."

The close packed group of mares finally began to spread out once the threat of the drake was gone. None were willing to venture too close to the edge and many stayed as far back as the guards would allow. Maegan was one of those, hanging back and watching the guards. She made sure to stay away from the mean cat, but the leopard seemed nice. She never called any of the mares names or laughed when the Master did something cruel. She slowly made her way closer, working up the courage to speak.

"Miss..." asked Maegan softly, her hooves clip-clopping on the floor she she shuffled them nervously.

Ralean looked at the unicorn addressing her and said, "Don't worry.. nobody is going to get eaten today."

Maegan nodded, making sure to keep her horn pointed away from the guard. "I... I was wondering. Could I ask you a question... miss?"

The guard leaned against the wall and swished her sleek tail behind her. Unlike the unicorns, she had at least some clothing. Her stomach and chest were covered by a cross between leather armor and a corset. It shaped her waist nicely, and held up her breasts, cupping the underside and leaving the nipples visible. A belt was strapped around her hips and a whip hung from one side, a paddle from the other. Her collar was jeweled, unlike the mares which were simple steel with no decorations save the d-rings and their Masters mark of ownership. Curious, she said "Go ahead, girl."

Meagan licked her lips and didn't look the guard in the eye, both nervous and embarrassed about what she was about to ask. "I kinda.. well.. I used to play with my boyfriend. Ropes... umm.." she paused and whispered, "and spanking."

Ralean watched the unicorn girl struggle and hid a smile. "I see. Go on."

Flushing furiously Meagan stammered, "Should I say anything to him? I mean our Master? Would he maybe be less mean to me if I were willing? If I.. liked it?"

The panther hmmmmed in almost a purr as she thought. "Tell me.. do you like to spank, or get spanked?"

Maegan wrung her hands and softly said, "Get spanked. Miss."

The panthers tail flicked and moved, eyeing the unicorn girl with more interest now. She thought about the girls problem, how to solve it, and if she might get a bit of fun as well. She had been a slave of Master Rahmor for two decades now. Early on she decided that obedience was the best way to deal with her situation and was always on the lookout for ways to please her Master. Dragons were damn good at remembering lots of little details, especially about anything they considered their property. They may not know the exact placement of every coin and trinket in their horde like rumors say, but they came very close. So every time you did something good or bad, they remembered. And when it was time to reward or punish it was much better to have a lot of good points on your side. So her first thoughts were truly what would her Master like to see happen. He would clearly love to know one of his slaves was a perv. Luckily that would be in the unicorn girls best interest as well. "Mmmm... well now. Here is what you should do..."

...

Back on the cave floor, Chakal slumped against a wall and held a hand over her beating heart. That was terrifying! She looked at the drake who had now settled back into his spot to sun himself and was looking at her with one eye. "He must have somehow realised I wanted to see what was up there" she said to herself. She remembered both her Master and her canine friend saying how it was death to ride a drake if you were not it's owner. Why did he do that then? Did he not consider that riding him? Maybe only trying to sit on his back in a saddle and give him orders counted? She had a sudden thought. Or were the dragons lying about it to keep slaves from trying to ride a drake to safety? She chewed on her lip as she thought. There was an easy way to find out, but if the drake didn't kill her, her Master certainly would.

She sat up straight and groaned. Was he going to kill her for this? It wasn't her fault, but dragons were not very forgiving about disobeying orders. Maybe she should try and ride him away if she was going to be killed anyway. She whimpered a bit and cursed her bad luck. She wasn't exactly happy about being a slave, but things had been working out better than she had thought possible when she was first captured. Now it might all be over.

She heard the heavy footsteps of a dragon coming from the cave entrance and stood. Was her Master here all ready? His drake was very important to him she remembered, and gulped as that thought made her even more afraid. She dropped to her knees quickly, and just in time as Rahmor came into view.

Rahmor looked over his drake in a quick glance as he walked up to Chakal and without warning gave her a smack to the side of her muzzle that sent her sprawling to the ground.

Chakal moaned and held her face with a hand, not daring to move otherwise as she shivered on the stone floor. She risked a glance at the drake, both fearing and hoping he might come to her aid. But he just sat there, watching.

"That was to make sure you understand that as much as he may like you, he will not protect you from his Master. I could kill you right now, and he might be annoyed or even angry, but he will not stop me. Now, tell me exactly what happened."

Chakal rubbed at her muzzle and whimpered softly, "I don't know... I was looking up at the ledge and he just knocked me over and took me up there. I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!"

Rahmor grabbed Chakal by her tail and yanked up, pulling her rump up and gave it three quick spanks from his hand.

"Owwww!"

"Manners..." he warned.

Chakal sniffled, confused. She then blinked and ohed, "Sorry, Master. I forgot, Master."

Rahmor snorted and let go of her tail. "On your knees." He watched as she obeyed and then said, "I am glad he did it on his own. I did not think you would be stupid enough to try something like that and I am glad my judgment was not in error." He looked thoughtfully at his drake.

Once on her knees, Chakal fidgeted before putting her hands behind her back, not wanting to make another mistake. She was relived that he didn't think she was lying. Glancing up discretely she saw him looking at the drake. He was relaxed now, thoughtful. She took that as a good sign. Maybe she wasn't going to be killed or sent to some terrible fate after all.

"Drakes often respond to the needs of their trainers and pets. Inviting you under their wing on a cold night is common. But giving you a lift when he saw you trying to look over the ledge... that is something new. He clearly has become quite attached to you, and unusually fast as well. I am quite pleased."

Chakal let out a deep breath and began to breath easier at that. Her downcast view showed her a pair of dragon feet stepping up to her. Even with everything that had happened she still found time to look at them and marvel at the impressive talons and muscles. She eeped as her horn was grabbed and let her head be guided, her nose sliding under the dragons leather kilt until his balls and sheath were pressed to her nose. She wasn't stupid and started to lick and nuzzle gently. The kilt was bunched up over her nose, stopping just short of her eyes and she looked up at her Master as she tongued him. She stopped her hand from moving to cover her crotch as she remembered the last time he fucked her. It was not fun and she didn't look forward to a second time.

Rahmor rubbed his chin with one hand, letting go of Chakal's horn and hmmed. "Your kinds abilities with animals is not exaggerated it seems. You clearly are talking to him on some level that we dragons can not."

Licking and rubbing she wondered if he wanted to talk or have sex. She blinked as a hand pet her mane and she felt a touch of humiliation. He was just using her body while he talked to her. He wasn't doing it to punish her or because of who she was... she was just an object that was conveniently close. Just scratching an itch.

"I'll send for you soon to have your collar marked as a green. Don't abuse your new privileges, and continue working with my drake. Keep a close eye on him and tell him no if he tries to help you out like that again."

"Yes Master" she said between licks. She lapped at his balls while he stood over her in silence, and then turned away and left without another word. She shuddered and flopped to the ground in a heap, spitting once from the taste of the dragons musky scent. A large nose nudged at her and she peered up to see the drake looking down at her. "I'm fine, big guy. Try not to help me so much in the future, ok?"

The drake watched her carefully and then went back to his spot to sun himself, satisfied his pet was not hurt too badly.

She shook her head and looked at the dark cave where her Master had left. That could have gone much, much worse. She would indeed be far more careful from now on. No turning her back on the drake. Never let her attention wander. She liked being in charge of his drake. It felt good to be more than just something for him to stick his dick into. With that thought in mind, she decided perhaps another scale-buffing was in order.