Shae's Journey - Chained and Changed
Shae grunted as the dragons threw her against the hard stone wall. There was some kind of glyph on it, right up against her back now, but she hadn't had a good chance to see what it looked like. She lunged at the slaver with a loud and angry neigh, but the two dragon thugs were much stronger than her, despite her being one of the strongest mares of her tribe. They threw her back against the wall and grabbed large slabs of steel to bind her wrists.
These weren't normal shackles. They were just sheets of metal they beat into arches and bolted to the wall above her wrists, right then and there. They would likely have no trouble pulling them off the walls when they wished to release her, but they had muscles that were way beyond her physique. She bared her teeth and roared as hard as she could, but the dragons merely laughed. So the mare spat at the slaver's feet, and still he ignored her.
He was preoccupied with overseeing the other slaves thrown against similar glyphs and bound to the wall in the same fashion. It looked like they chose to bind her first for being the biggest and toughest. So she stood there yelling insults at the uncaring guards as they each bound another mare to the wall, some of them sounding their fury like her, some weeping in fear, others stone cold and dismayed. All the mares of her tribe were here, and each of them naked and afraid. Except for Shae. Though certainly naked, Shae was simply enraged, and she pulled at those crude, powerful bindings till her wrists bled.
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Hours passed. Some of the other girls had fainted - an amber mare near Shae fell limp from being unable to breathe in her terror. Shae felt compelled to stand despite her exhaustion, if not for her pride than for these poor others. Her hooves ached, then after more time passed, they screamed with stinging pain, but she bit down on her troubles and focused on setting that example. There was no point in it other than to make sure her suffering was for resisting the pleasure of her enemies.
Inevitably, they were approached. Those same guards from before that bound them - a stocky, incredibly strong breed of dragon - were now escorting a tall, slim dragoness with scales like the dusk, a deep purple with golden hair and a sharp pink hue surmounting her shoulders. She stared down at them from the height of those stone steps and descended, the smiling guards ever flanking her, shouldering their halberds. As she walked, the dragoness swept her eyes across the long row of mares bound to that wall. She was dressed in a long bright gold gown with a white belt and her eyelids were just as gold. They fluttered along as she closely inspected each mare, some of them conscious enough to look back up at her.
When she saw Shae was the only one standing, eyes desperate and full of fire, her black mane in her face, the dragoness smiled. She said something in draconic to Shae, but she didn't answer. She said it again with a questioning tone, and then when Shae continued to stare angrily at her she sighed and said something different. Then she waved her hand and the guards stepped forward.
Shae braced her muscles so that she could spring forth and tackle the dragoness the minute she was released, or at least she'd try despite her weakness. But the guards didn't release her. Instead, they pulled down the bindings from the two mares on either side of her and threw both of them over their backs. Shae stood up, shocked, and watched in hungry, wasting silence as the others were all set free of their bonds, but were then guided or carried up the steps and into the arms of the slaver from before. He examined each one before he and his other attendants lifted the rest of them up back into the fortress. Soon, they were all gone, save for Shae, who was feeling weaker and weaker as she passed the time bolting her gaze onto the dragoness, who smiled back at her.
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Once the last of them were carried away, the two guards resumed their places at their mistress's flanks. The purple dragoness seemed to look deeply at Shae and crossed her scaly arms. She was much taller than her and her guards, but far slimmer, looking more fragile. Shae relished the thought of snapping her slender neck, but those guards could overpower her without breaking a sweat. So she stared at them, legs beginning to tremble.
The mistress said something else in her own rugged language, and gestured to her guards, though the statement seemed directed at Shae. The guards each grasped the hems of their togas and pulled them away to reveal a brand on each of their right breasts, opposite to where the heart was. It was an upward-pointing arrow, a very simple symbol, but the guards seemed to be very proud of them. Then the mistress drew back her own robe to reveal that she had no such symbol. Then she said a few more things in draconic, and pointed at Shae, at her own bare right breast. She looked down, seeing nothing, but when she looked up, the far doors leading upstairs were opened again, and two young dragons walked in hauling a long box between them. They were very young, looking to be in their teens, and both wore only a half-robe from the waist down. They had no symbols on them, but that arrow symbol was engraved upon the lid of the box. Shae could see it as they presented it to the dragoness.
The mistress opened up the box, and gently lifted out a long, polished metal rod with a black brand in the shape of that symbol at its end. Shae's heart began to pound. Was the dragoness about to perform some ritual that would enable her to brand herself, using Shae as some kind of sacrifice? Was she about to brand Shae and mark her as permanently theirs? If that were so, she wondered, panicking, what were they doing with her tribe sisters?
The dragoness lifted the brand to level with her snout and began to chant in draconic. She lightly held it in her hands, and the two young dragon boys looked from the brand to Shae in what looked like disbelief. The brand began to glow red-hot, and Shae backed away as much as she could against the wall. She felt a warmth on the stones behind her and she shuddered. Dragon magic - it was everywhere. Shae grew up fearing it. And now gods only knew what the hell was going to happen as the dragoness funneled more words into the brand.
The brand was glowing gold now, and steam rose from it in a long wisp to brush the ceiling. Shae trembled, but held herself steady on her screaming legs, sweat dripping down her sides. Once the dragoness finished chanting, the brand looked white at its core. She opened her eyes, and the guards approached the fearful mare, pushing her up against the wall again. Even in her fatigue, she writhed and fought against their grip, terrified of the brand as the dragoness took a step toward her, the white-hot symbol filling her vision. It seemed to take hours to get nearer, and when it finally met with her flesh she threw back her head and screamed.
Finally, her knees buckled. Every part of her body seemed to shiver in agony and terror, but a pain unlike anything she'd ever imagined burned in her breast, filling her mind with anguish. She screamed and screamed, and when the brand was pressed harder she started losing her breath. Darkness crept at the edges of her vision and she began to falter, but the bindings and the guards kept her hanging limply as the pain overtook her. But then...
...then there was a sudden, steady rising of strength in her body. It was very slow, but the shadows at the edges of her sight retreated. Then the pain in her legs retreated too, and finally, miraculously, so did the pain from her chest. The dragoness removed the brand just after then, placing it back into the box. The two young acolytes kept saying things in draconic, sounding almost like protests, but the mistress gave no attention to their b afflement, dismissing them with a wave. The acolytes looked at each other, one shrugged, and they hauled the box away.
The guards let go of Shae and she found the strength to stand. She lifted herself up to her full height and glared at the dragoness, feeling more and more triumphant by the second, but the mistress was merely smiling. The guards gave Shae twin, manly pats on the shoulder and nodded before stepping back to their mistress's flanks, and the three of them stared intently at her, seeming to wait for something.
Shae waited too. All she could feel though was the slow rise of her energy, soon becoming rejuvenated. But then...then she felt something different. It was something pleasant, a kind of quiet pleasure coming from the immense burn mark that large brand left on her right breast. And then, out of nowhere, came utter euphoria.
Shae was a prime mare. She had some wide, fertile hips, long strong legs, a slender waist and not a half bad rack either. Her mane grew long and black and healthy and she had a face to die for, with a white nose breaking her solid brown pelt all around. Her tail swished powerfully, but that symbol seemed to bring something more the table.
Despite her new vigor, Shae's knees went out from under her again, and once again she tilted her head back, but this was because of the sudden, inexplicable, almost frightening level of pleasure that assaulted her senses. She moaned and tried to moan more loudly, but she couldn't go louder, the ecstasy seemed to suffocate her like freezing water. It was amazing, and in its own way painful, because she wanted it to stop, even though she loved it more than anything she'd ever known before.
She felt her whole body tingle wildly, and then felt a strange fullness in her waist. Her hips seemed to widen, packing on more bone, more muscle and more room for her thickening thighs - and what looked like a swelling mound. She was getting hornier and hornier by the minute, and the sensation of her vagina and the flesh surrounding it growing thicker and more sensitive made her tremble with arousal. As this happened, a strange, barely heard cracking sound signaled her spine lengthening and her waist thinning, making her taller and more slender, until she was looking at level with the dragoness. She orgasmed suddenly, provoking her to cry out loudly and whinny in excitement and pleasure, feeling what must have been liters of juices ooze down her enlarged thighs.
Still though, the transformation continued. Her nipples felt harder than ever, feeling close to bursting with arousal, and every second they seemed to get bigger, longer, thicker. And they were also passing out of her vision. Her tits were growing rapidly, filling up with smooth, supple flesh and her fur grew with it, spreading everywhere but her areola, which widened as her nipples thickened. And thickened. Good gods, they were becoming thick and long as cans! And oh so sensitive, it felt like the very air around her was too much to brush against her swelling titflesh. She arched her back, breathing heavily, eyes glazed and aiming at the ceiling. Then she orgasmed again, and shuddered more violently than before as even greater heights of pleasure swarmed over her loins, forcing more juice to run down her long, slender legs.
And then, even as her voluptuousness increased to ridiculous levels, more transformations occurred. She felt a tightness all over her body, over her shoulders, her chest, her belly, her legs and her arms and felt a strange looseness when her hair lengthened rapidly, falling past her perfect, swelling, round ass to join with the even longer tail, and getting her bangs in her eyes. But that tightness increased more and more, and eventually she felt like her skin just burst. Her broad thighs started to clench and the muscles began standing out. Her belly, slender and divided by a sensual line to her naval, started bulging out with a new pack of abs. her shoulders bulged and her biceps swelled and all over her body, more muscle began compounding itself onto more muscle, and the sensation was enough to drive her up to another climax. But this one was far more intense. It felt like her inner muscles had gone beyond powerful and clenched against each other with such vigor that she couldn't hold back the growled moan of immense tightness and pleasure. More juice dripped onto the floor, and her body grew still.
In no time, with her newfound strength, she was able to tear herself off the wall, the crude, forced shackles clattering to the floor noisily, and she was certain she was going to use her new power to tear this dragoness and her guards to shreds, but she instantly orgasmed again, and the fourth one was greater than all the others before it. Things began to go blurry and her eyes rolled back into her head, drool dripping from her trembling lower lip. Then, just as it began to subside, she glanced up at the mistress, trying to focus herself, but once again, her insides erupted into a wild convulsion of bliss, making her too breathless to moan or scream. She tried to lift herself up, but her ecstasy was immobilizing, overwhelming, and she wanted it to stop so she could...no, no, no she never wanted it to stop...this was too unbelievable, this was too amazing, too good to be honestly true...what the hell had these dragons done to her...why did she feel so warm and happy and full of all-encompassing rapture?
Darkness took her...and even in that darkness, even amid her unconsciousness, the pleasure followed her, into the thoughtless void. Her spirit burned in euphoria, in a prison of powerful, insane, ecstatic oblivion. Thus she passed out, and the dragoness, left watching her twitching, incredibly voluptuous body, frowned and tilted her head in thought.