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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 41 - Bound

_ 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._

"He will see you now" said the clerk.

Talos stood and nodded and entered the large office of the Captain of Special Recruits. There was a large hierarchy to deal with solders and guards and tacticians and all the conventional warriors, but mages like Talos and others with, unique skills were under a separate command.

Garcer grunted a hello to the mage. "I have read your report on the unicorn. You feel she could be useful?"

Talos said, "She has a great deal of untapped power. What form it may take I have no idea, nor if she can be trained, and controlled. But such talent is rare and should be given every chance to be made useful." All dragons had magic in them. They were one of a few races, unicorns included who had magic in their blood. But that magic took very specific forms, and couldn't simply be turned to other uses. A unicorn could heal from nearly any wound, but was useless in helping heal another. Any dragon could see magic, but that gift could not be used to manipulate what they saw. The ability to tap mystical energies and shape them... that was a rare talent which struck randomly. Any dragon or furry might be born with it. More often than not it was useless or too weak to be of any real use. Those were the lucky ones. Strong magic often took it's toll on the wielder, draining health and sanity if not kept under tight control. The unicorn was certainly worth investigating. He also had to admit to himself he didn't want to see her harmed. He knew she was just a furry, just a slave. But unconscious and helpless she didn't ACT like one... didn't refuse orders or demand a place they did not deserve. It made her seem more like a dragon, one that needed help.

The dragon behind the desk regarded Talos and said, "Your gifts may lie in destruction, but I have faith in your ability to see. You have been right more often than many of your brethren. We need to see what she is capable of. For that, she will need to be put in her place, then trained to control, and use what abilities she may have."

Talos was relived to hear that. The only other options with a potentially dangerous mage was death, or to be rendered unconscious and used as fuel for one of the pod plants to produce magically potent drugs. That would be a terrible waste. He was honest enough to say, "I am glad to hear that."

Garcer said, "This one also has extra problems. She has been through a lot and may very well require some delicate handling while she is brought into line."

Talos said, "I agree. Her trainers will need to be aware of that. It will be an extremely difficult line to walk between being too hard on her and crushing her spirit and abilities, and going to easy and allowing her to use her abilities against them. Perhaps I can be reassigned to wherever she is sent to help."

Garcer shook his head, "No, you are too valuable to be taken away from your studies. Do not take offense, but I would not risk you in some training barracks. Most dragons do not understand what you can do, and how difficult it can be to control. I'd be likely to wind up with half a dozen melted dragons and a guilt ridden mage."

Talos sighed and nodded, knowing the dragon was right. Dragons loved dominance games and fights. So did he, but he had long ago come to understand he could not take part in such things. Throwing a punch in anger was one thing. Unleashing magic that would maim and kill, both it's target and himself... that was something else. "I understand."

Garcer said, "That is why I am putting her into your care. She will live in your lair, and you will give her the training she needs to learn her place, and reach her potential."

Talos looked up in surprise, "My care?"

Garcer said, "Yes... could you handle the burden of sharing your home with her?" He tapped his fingers on the chair, talons clicking, "I can imagine it would be QUITE a burden, having such a hot little mare at your disposal."

Talos coughed at that, then grinned happily. He had hoped to be able to work with her, but allowed to keep her? "No burden at all, sir!"

Garcer smirked and said, "I thought not. She will require special attention, and it's clear to me you have some fondness for the girl. You will make a much better guardian for her than some group of trainers and instructors. The temptation to take the easy road and break her like a common slave will be great at times. Your feelings in this case I think will help reduce the risk of her being damaged. Furries often respond better when they have a single dragon to look to, especially one that is willing to treat them with a more gentle touch than they deserve."

Talos nodded his agreement, "How long would I have to train her?"

Garcer said, "As long as you need. I suspect if she can not be trained and controlled in due time, she will end up destroying herself instead. You will have authority over her until she is deemed un-trainable or damaged beyond repair. Once trained, she will remain in your charge except for further training and whatever uses she may be put to."

Talos nodded, thinking. If he became her mentor, her Master, she would effectively be his. He had not really been interested in unicorns as a status symbol. It wasn't until he had seen one up close at Master Rahmor's that he realized just how exotic they were. Now he wanted this one. Very much so. "I will accept authority and responsibility for her. Her success or failure will be mine."

Garcer said, "Until her powers can be qualified and contained, she will need to have them blocked from harming others. I am assigning you a set of binding restraints. Take care of them, they are irreplaceable as you well know."

Talos let out a breath, he knew very well how valuable they were. Dragons and furries alike had long, long lost the ability to create powerful artifacts. Few had survived the fall of the Empire and the withdrawal of the mysterious sea dwellers who had given the gifts of those magics back in ancient history. The Retreat had concentrated most of the remaining artifacts with the dragons, his ancestors confiscating them as the entire surviving furry race had escaped through the dragons territory. But even still, there were precious few of them left. "I'll take extremely good care of them, Sir."

Garcer said, "You had better. A dozen lifetimes of pain and suffering would not be enough punishment for the loss of such treasures. They do us no good sitting in a vault unused, so this set will be entrusted to your care to be made good use of."

Talos nodded again. All such irreplaceable artifacts suffered from the same dilemma. Nobody wanted to waste them. Use them up, break them, loose them so that when they were needed there were none left. But it was also too easy to keep them locked up and never use them, always imagining that there must be a bigger need for them and waiting for it to arrive.

Garcer said, "Now... lets go over the details."

...

Elyon floated in the darkness for some time before she slowly became aware. She opened her eyes, jerking awake in fear, just as she had done a hundred times before. This time it wasn't to darkness, but to a soft light. She slowly focused on the source of the light, a fire burning in a fireplace across the room. Room? She glanced around, seeing rich furnishings and smooth stone walls. Then it all came back to her. The monstrous spider-like thing, the cocoon, the squirming things in the egg sack, and the unending torment of her magic being fed on, helpless as she felt the creatures reaching through her very flesh to suck on her essence. She cried out weakly, trying to escape from the white prison.

Talos put a hand on the unicorn's shoulder, "Shhhh... it's all right."

Elyon jerked at the touch and croaked weakly, "Off... get them off..."

Talos ohed and said, "They are gone... it's OK." He lifted the blanket off of her, "It's just a blanket, see?"

Elyon froze as the blanket was lifted off of her, looking down at her naked body. Her belly was a mass of angry welts and bruises, her breasts covered in them as well. But there was nothing LIVING there. Nothing FEEDING anymore. The blanket was just cloth, not sticky disgusting silk. She looked up at the dragon, his face familiar and she remembered him ordering the creatures to be removed and burned. Her hands fell back to her sides and she relaxed, and then stiffened as she saw his gaze moving over her body. Where were her clothes? "Blanket... please..."

The purple dragon lowered the blanked back down over the unicorn and sat back in his chair next to his large bed. He held up a small bowl of water, "Drink."

Elyon felt the cool water touch her lips and she slurped at it. It was far better than the dirty water she had been given sips of during her long captivity. It was cold and pure and the best thing she had tasted since that morning when she left for her walk. She slumped back to the bed, eyes suddenly heavy, the panic having drained what little reserves of strength she had left. Soon she sank back into the darkness.

...

Elyon didn't cry out this time as she woke, the sight of the fire reminding her of where she was. She still wasn't sure where she had been taken, but it was away from that monster and those awful wolves. They had touched her in ways she did NOT like, and had kept those THINGS on her. Biting her, eating her from the inside. She shook and forced herself not to think about it. She heard footsteps and saw the purple dragon again. She thought it was the same... but really didn't know how many purple dragons with silver stripes there might be. She coughed and accepted more water. She sniffed, smelling something good. A female brown wolf had knelt down next to the dragon with a small tray. She averted her eyes, that girl was naked! It made her uncomfortable, and even more so when she saw the metal collar locked around her neck. She wished she would go away, then concentrated on her desire like she had done back home when she wanted others to avoid or not notice her. She cried out as her horn THROBBED in pain as she tried to draw on the still weak and damaged source of her magic, blacking out. When she woke, both the dragon and the wolfess were looking at her with concern. Her chest and belly ached terribly. What had that monster done to her? She should have been well on her way to healed by now, but was as weak as a kitten. Even trying to use her magic had been agony. Her horn felt bad. Sick. Diseased. Broken. She looked at the dragon in despair and managed to get out, "Help... me? Hurrrrts..."

Talos said, "Just relax... you suffered a great deal, but I can see you healing. You will get better."

The wolf offered the tray to the dragon, the motion catching Elyon's eye. She didn't like her here. Elyon had never cared much for company, and even less for females. She simply didn't like other girls. Her being a wolf was even worse, she saw those two grey ones in her nightmares and didn't want to have to look at one while she was awake too! She turned her head away from the wolf with a grimace.

Talos caught the flush of fear from the unicorn, not sure why but understanding the target easily enough. "Leave us" he ordered, taking the tray from his slave as he dismissed her. "You need to eat..." he said. He held out the bowl closer to the unicorn.

Elyon's stomach made an uncomfortable lurching motion at the smell, her hunger suddenly overwhelming her. She struggled to get up but was simply too weak. Instead she let the dragon lift her head with one hand, and use a spoon to offer her a taste. After the first sip she was too grateful to protest or even feel embarrassment or shame at being fed like a baby. It was a rich vegetable soup, with none of the foul smelling meat or fat that many other furries liked to eat. She drank greedily, feeling it warm her belly and all too soon her head was lowered back down to the pillow. "More..." she said weakly, wondering why the dragon had stopped and why it was so dark. Then her eyes finished closing and she slumped into the dark once more.

...

Elyon wasn't sure how much time had passed. She could remember waking up and being fed, always by the dragon alone now. Sometimes she managed a few words but was never awake more than a few minutes at a time. She took a deep breath as she woke, feeling different this time. She reached up to touch her horn, feeling for it's solid presence. It didn't feel sick any more, or have that damaged and broken feel... like it had been cracked and fractured. The warm glow it should have was not there, and what she could feel was weak and faint... but it was a far cry from what it had felt like during her cocooning. Then her horn felt like the dying embers of a fire, a twisted, burnt branch flickering out and smoking. Even worse was when that thing had pressed it's face to hers, wrapped it's tentacled lips around her horn and began what felt like sucking her very soul out of her body. She shuddered and only then realized what she was doing, touching her horn. She brought her arm down and slowly levered herself up, panting at the effort.

"Here..." said Talos as he slid a pillow under her back.

Elyon relaxed gratefully into it, happy to be upright for once, even though she was still terribly weak. She looked at the dragon and licked her lips before saying the first thing that came to her mind, "I want to go home. Please let me go?"

Talos shook his head slowly, "I can't let you go. My superiors have decided to keep you, and have allowed me to look after you. This is your home now."

Elyon swallowed and nodded, only a little fearful. She had a little time to think during the brief moments she had been awake. The purple dragon was not the only dragon she had seen. Even one would be bad enough, but lots meant only one thing... she was somewhere in the dragon empire. She knew what that meant. Dragons kept any furries they found, or kidnapped, or bought. She was a captive now. The dragon simply confirmed what she had known. Somehow she wasn't as afraid as she thought she should be. Perhaps it was because she had wished for death for so long, had given up all hope that even, what, slavery was not as bad as the horrors she had already seen?

Talos looked at the weak, but slowly recovering unicorn and asked, "What's your name?"

She looked back up at the dragon and said, "Elyon."

Talos said, "That's a pretty name. I am Master Talos." He smoothed out the robe as it lay across his lap before saying, "You want to know what will happen to you now, don't you?"

Elyon nodded, "Yes..."

Talos waited for the "Master" or even "Sir" to follow and winced, the omission grating on his nerves. She could hardly sit up, knew she was a dragons prisoner and after all of that still didn't realize she should be showing her submission and surrender to him. It helped that she WAS so weak. It made it easier thinking of her as sick, not insane or selfishly defiant. As long as he thought of it in those terms it wasn't so bad. He said, "You are lucky to have survived your trip here. Those wolves did no know what they were doing. I do. I am a dragon and a mage, and I can see the damage those creatures did to you. I can also see the power you had, and will again once you are healed."

Elyon narrowed her eyes as she remembered those wolves, angry again at them. Mage? He could do magic? He was like her? Like her... power? She did have power. She had never tried to use it much, but knew she could influence people. Could she use it to escape? She looked at the dragon and reached for it... fumbling because she had never been able to consciously use it before. She had just started to feel her way when the headache started and she quickly stopped trying, remembering what had happened before. She was still too weak.

Talos groaned as he saw what the unicorn was doing, then relaxed as she gave up. He could clearly see she was far too weak to try anything, but still she persisted. He said, "Do not try that again... you could hurt yourself like you did the last time."

Elyon flushed as the dragon made it clear he knew what she was doing. Was he going to hurt her now for trying it? She cringed back at his look.

Talos relaxed as the unicorn shied away from him with a fearful look. That was better. It was more a look of fear than submission, but she was acknowledging his power over her. He closed his eyes, then opened them, "You MUST understand several things. This will be your home now. Both this lair, and the dragon lands it is in. You have great potential, and we will help you achieve it."

Elyon relaxed, seeing the dragon wasn't going to beat her. "Potential?"

"Your magic. With practice, it could be very useful."

Confused she said, "Why? What do you want me for?"

The dragon snorted, "For the war of course. What else would we care about?"

Elyon cringed at visions of holding a sword against attacking hordes of insects, "Ahhh... I'm not a fighter... I can't do that!"

Talos shook his head, "No, no... mages are too valuable for THAT. You won't fight. But yours is a rare talent. Who knows what advantages it could give us?"

Elyon relaxed, feeling weak from all the shocks but glad she was not going to fight the bugs. She still wasn't sure what would happen to her, so she asked. "What are you going to do with me?"

"I am going to teach and train you. Teach you your place and how to live among dragons, and train you to use your powers."

"My place?"

Talos knew this was a word furries disliked intensely, and he didn't blame them. He would hate to be so weak that he was only worthy of being a slave, but in his case he WOULD accept it. Furries simply refused to do so, not until they were forced to. He said, "Yes... as my slave."

Elyon quivered at the word and the feeling of helplessness that came over her. Hearing the word shouldn't have made such an impact, she knew what he had been dancing around ever since he said this would be her home. But to hear it used. Slave. There was nothing good about that word. Nothing at all. She groaned, feeling a bit dizzy.

Talos pulled the pillow out from under her and eased her back down, "We will talk of that when you awake. Sleep."

She didn't want to sleep, she wanted to know what was going to happen to her... but she was so tired again, and as hard as she tried she couldn't keep her eyes open for more than a few seconds after her head hit the pillow.

...

Elyon woke hungry, feeling that before she even opened her eyes. She opened them and yawned, feeling not good, but not as horrible as the last time. Her horn no longer felt like it wass about to shatter at any moment. It was better than before, but not by much. It still ached dully. She reached up to touch it and froze as her hand met something strange. There was something metalic at the base of her horn, and little chains or wires connected it to a cap at the tip. She lowered her hand and blinked, looking at her arm. Around her wrist was a golden bracelet. It looked to be made of solid gold with a large dark red gem of some kind set into it. It wasn't heavy, but was was several inches long and extremely fancy. It was also very pretty. She looked and had a similar one on her other wrist. She sat up without help this time and lifted the covers, wincing at the still visible lumps on her belly, her color down there still red and black instead of her normal white with just a touch of cream colored fur. Her eyes widened as she saw some sort of bra in a similar design. Leaves of gold and red cupped each breast, connected by a chain and she could feel something along her back that helped hold them in place. The leaves spread out and left both her nipples exposed. It was also very pretty, but not designed to hide anything! Looking further down she could see another similar design on her hips. Like panties, but without the crotch! She flushed and hardly glanced at the matching set around her ankles. But she did take note of the shoes she was wearing on her hooves, the fancy design matching the rest. Tilting her head as she felt something on her neck she could see a neckace... no... it was much more than that. It was a collar. A very fancy and unbelievably expensive collar, but there was little doubt what it was. That wolf girl, no, slave had worn a collar too. She dropped the covers as she saw the dragon entering the bedroom from the corner of her eye.

"I see you have discovered your new, jewelry." Talos was careful to use the right words, the furry races were often oversensitive about such things. It wouldn't do to call them magical bondage, even though thats what they were. He had fitted her with it while she slept. The collar was the most important part, but the ornate decoration on her horn was a close second, needed to cover the dangerous un-dulled point of her horn. He had added a few more pieces from the set simply because he liked how they looked on her. There was much more to the set, but much of it would only frighten the already stressed unicorn too much. There would be time for those later.

Elyon nodded, holding out a wrist once she was covered up again. She looked at the pretty bracelet the touched her collar. "Why...?"

Talos sat down in the well built chair next to the bed so he didn't tower over the unicorn as he spoke. "It's to help you, Elyon. With your magic."

Confused, she said, "Help? How?"

Talos said, "Those wolves that found you. You made them come to you, didn't you?"

Elyon thoughts back to when she had been attacked. She did call out for help, and did sense something... was it them? Did she really reach out and MAKE them come to her. She thought the dragon was right and nodded, "I think I did."

Talos said, "Your powers are untrained, uncontrolled. You could hurt others with them by accident, or try to use them against other dragons, or even myself. That would be... very unfortunate for you. The jewelry will stop that from happening."

Elyon looked with distaste at the bracelet, "It will take away my magic?" She shivered and gestured with her horn, "Please... you can't... not again!"

Talos shooks his head, "No, it will not take it away. That would be fatal, I know." He waved a hand in the air, "It will just... color it."

"Color it?" Elyon looked even more confused.

Talos sighed. Explaining magic to someone who couldn't SEE it like he did was difficult. "All magic has a... look to it. We dragons can see it. The jewelry adds a color to any magic you release. It's not REALLY color, but I can't explain it to you in any other way. It doesn't change the magic, or make it stronger or weaker. It just marks it."

Elyon nodded, not really understanding where the dragon was leading, but getting the idea of magic having color if one could see it. She wondered what that looked like.

Talos lifted his hand, showing her a ring. It was of the same design as the magical bondage the unicorn now wore. "This is 'tuned' to the jewelry you wear. Any magic that matches is diverted around me. Nullified. It means that I, and anyone else who wears one can't be touched by any magic you might direct at us. My lair has also been sensitized to it. Anything you do won't leave these caves, and neither can you."

Elyon relaxed and nodded. That wasn't so bad. She doubted she could have fought her way out anyway, and at least it wasn't taking away her magic. She was still so weak, and after her experience with those creatures she was terrified of loosing her magic again for any reason.

"Magic is a powerful force, Elyon. It does not like to be tampered with. These devices were created long, long ago by immense forces and methods now lost to us. But even these can not work without your consent. You will have to submit to their control, and open yourself to them before they can function."

Elyon looked at the dragon, then lowered her eyes, "If I don't want to do this... I guess you will... make me?"

Talos set a heavy bundle onto the bed beside the unicorn, it sunk into the soft bedding. He unwrapped the layer of cloth to reveal a heavy metal ring.

Elyon recognized what it was. Another collar. But it was big and thick, inscribed with lettering she did not recognize. And the inside had little spikes pointing inward. She shuffled away from it, not liking the look of it at all. It had a heavy, foreboding look to it.

Talos said, "This one blocks any magic a mage tries to manifest. It won't take any away from you, but it grounds it out if you try and use it. Blocking is easier than changing, so it does not need your cooperation. I am told it's not pleasant when it is blocking a mage's powers. If you refuse to accept what you now wear, I will have little choice but to use this instead."

Elyon gulped and picked up the corner of the cloth wrapping and flicked it back over the collar to cover it up, hiding it from sight. She sighed in defeat. She thought he would MAKE her accept it, but maybe he couldn't and it only left that thing as an alternative. She thought about trying to delay it, but wasn't sure at what point he might simply clamp that thing around her neck and be done with it. "Ok... I'll do it."

Talos lifted the collar off the bad, wrapping it up securely and setting it on the floor out of sight. "I'm very happy. I would not want to see you have to wear that. Now... close your eyes and touch the jewel on the collar."

Elyon did as she was told, feeling the collar blindly and locating the jewel with her fingertips. It felt strange, as if it were pressing back against her fingers, but inward somehow as well.

Talos said, "Just relax... it is very simple to operate. I was instructed in it's use and tried it as well. You will feel a sort of weight."

Elyon was surprised he had used this before her, but it made her feel better about it... he wouldn't have tried it if it would hurt him, would he? Weight... does he mean that strange pressure? "I think I feel it..."

Talos said, "Let it in... that is all you need to do. Just allow it to do what it needs."

Elyon scrunched her eyes shut tighter as she tried to do what he said. She felt... like there was some sort of animal before her and she was shrinking back from it. Like when she saw something scary and cringed away from it. It was right there... close... almost touching her. She made herself calm down. He said it wouldn't hurt her. Slowly she stopped pulling away, and let it touch her. There was a flash of non-light and the collar, cuffs and breast and hip devices all seemed to CLICK in her mind and suddenly tighten without moving. Then it was over, and she felt... the same."

Talos could see the flow of magic extending from the collar to all the other parts of the magical bondage she wore. For a moment it was if she was encased in softly glowing glass from horn to hooves, then it faded. The collar was the source of the magic controling and blocking her power. The other parts simply added extra methods and ways of controlling a slave. He would not be using those powers on her. Not yet. As long as the collar was attached she would be unable to harm anyone or cross any barrier with body or magic that matched it's magical tone. "Very well done, I am pleased."

"That... that's it?" She opened her eyes and looked at the cuffs, they didn't look any different.

"Yes, it is done. The collar is locked on, and can not be removed except by me. They are not as fragile or delicate as they look. It would take a strong smith with an anvil to scratch them." He stood, "Come... I wish you to see something."

Elyon bit her lip, then decided she better do as he said and tried to get out of bed, holding the covers to her. But she was too weak to stand on her own, knowing she couldn't even before she tried.

Talos said, "You will be living with me from now on. Being bashful will not serve you well here." He knew he had to break her of THIS habit before she got too used to it. "Off with the covers now."

Elyon shook her head, she didn't want to be NAKED in front of a dragon! It was bad enough just having only the covers for protection. "Can't... can't I wear something?"

Talos said, "No, you can't. It is not our custom to allow it. You are now in our lands and in a dragons home, and you need to learn our rules, our ways of doing things."

Elyon let out a soft whinny and slid the covers down an inch, but couldn't bear to reveal herself. She pressed back as she saw the dragon reaching out, but he only took a hold of the blanket. She couldn't do it herself, but was able at least to let go and not stop him as he slowly drew it off her.

Talos had seen her naked before. He has been the one to remove the webbing and soiled clothes. He had washed her, and later had put the magical bondage on her. But she had been unconscious for all of that. It was different now, with her awake and flushing a bright red as he pulled the covers from her trembling form. She wasn't quite the same color as the other unicorns he had seen before. That one had been pure white, where Elyon had a faint cream tint to her fur. He liked that. He liked everything about her, from her pert breasts to her pink sex and her long and delicate limbs now doing their best to cover her privates. He felt a stirring in his loins and forced himself back to the job at hand, willing himself not to get an erection. Now wasn't the time to jump onto her and fuck her silly, no matter how badly he wanted to do that.

Elyon let out a whimper at the look the dragon gave her. She was a virgin, and had never been much interested in sex, but she knew that look, having seen it on other males before and even once from a female. Yuck. She let out a soft eeep as he leaned over her, reaching for her, then his hands slid under her back and legs, lifting her and cradling her in his arms. She was surprised at his strength. True, she was much smaller than him, but still must be a burden. He didn't seem to notice her weight at all.

Talos held his tail out straight behind him, counterbalancing himself as he lifted the unicorn into his arms. She still covered her breasts with an arm and her crotch with a hand. He allowed her to do so. One step at a time. He turned and strode across the room and out onto the balcony. It was a moderate one, able to hold perhaps five dragons without being too crowded. He lived halfway up to the rim of the giant crater the dragons lived in, the walls a sheer vertical face. There were conflicting ideas on what had caused it. It had been formed in the very early days of the Great Empire and almost all records from those times had been lost. Some said it was a massive volcano. Others said a star fell from the sky and blew a hole in the earth. The clean, even face of the crater and smooth floor made Talos and most dragons believe another cause entirely. There were references to some terrible magical disaster. Powers summoned far beyond anything mortals could conceive or control. The magics had been performed deep under a mountain, far away from any populated areas in case something had gone wrong. Something terrible had gone wrong. What it was nobody knew, but it blasted, or simply vanished the entire mountain, and parts of several others, leaving the miles wide hole in the range the dragons had later taken and made their own. Skilled dragons could still dimly sense the echos of that terrible event in the sheer cliff walls of the rim.

Elyon looked up at the dragon as he carried her, then felt the warm sun and turned to look at where he had taken her. At first she saw the sky and smiled. She could see the clouds and deep blue of the sky. The sun felt good. She looked out and frowned, seeing a distant curve and mountain peaks behind it. She had heard the dragons lived in a giant hole but this was no hole, it was enormous. Thens he looked down and squealed in terror. She was a forest unicorn, and had seen nothing more than small hills and plains. Hooves were not something good for climbing trees so she had rarely ever been far from the ground. She had no idea how high she was, but the very trees looked like moss and the people were like tiny ants. She turned away and grabbed the dragon tight, feeling like she was going to fall at any moment! "Ahhhhh!"

Talos let out a small laugh as the unicorn grabbed him, her body pressed tightly to his. He nearly lost control of his cock at the silky sensation of the unicorn clutching at him. It was hard to ignore the feel of her only partly covered breasts pressing to his chest, her arms around his neck, her cute nose buried between one arm and the side of his chest. Her horn luckily was pointed away from him. Had it pointed at his head he might have dropped her by instinct. Silly girl. "Don't be afraid, I'm not even close to the balcony."

Elyon kept her eyes tight, "Nooo... don't drop me." She clutched at the dragon as hard as she could, not wanting to fall, even her tail wrapped around his waist.

Talos nodded, "All right... you saw enough I suppose." He carried her back to the bed, leaning down to lay her into it. He slid his arms out from under her but she only grabbed at him tighter. He could feel his body heating up in response to her touch and swallowed. "You're back in bed, you can let go now."

Elyon slowly opened her eyes and relaxed, seeing the familiar room with the fireplace and bed... like any room, nice and solid. She realized how tight she was holding the dragon and blushed, letting go and sinking back into the bed. "Uhhh... so far...!"

Talos had not considered she would not be used to such heights. He supposed they didn't have very tall castles where she came from, or mountains. Most of the furry realm was pretty flat. How boring. But the lesson had been made, even better than he could have hoped. "You saw the city? You saw where my lair is?"

Elyon slumped back in the bed, too exhausted to even pull the covers over her. "Yes..."

Talos said, "You understand that even if you DID get out of my lair, there is nowhere to go. Could you climb down to the city?"

Elyon nnnnged and shook her head violently, "Nooooo... no never!"

Talos said, "You saw how many dragons were down there. You would be seen, caught. If you tried to leave through the door to the tunnels, you would be lost in moments... there are tens of thousands of tunnels. Even we have not mapped them all. They are filled with dragons and slaves, and your collar marks you as a slave. The first dragon to see you would ask who you belonged to, and return you to me."

Elyon stared up at the dragon, his words sinking in. She had not thought much of escape, but even those fleeting hopes were now extinguished. She was just a single unicorn in a whole city of dragons. Who knew how many mountains were between her and the furry lands, and how far from there back to her home. She would never see it again. She sniffed a little, thinking of her forests and exploring... but in reality she didn't really have many friends. She liked being along. She didn't REALLY want to go back to her village. What she wanted, was to go away from HERE. She never would. This was to be her home. Her prison.

Talos touched the unicorn on the shoulder, glad to see her only flinch a little. She squirmed a bit, once more trying to cover herself as he squeezed her shoulder. She was so small and helpless, it was hard to take her defiance seriously... and that helped a lot. Those wolves that brought her here. They had no sense of their place. He could tell they had no care about his position and where they were in relation to him. They pretended to, but it was clearly all lies. They wanted their gold and nothing more. They were nothing to him. Animals. He could kill them both like he would put down a rabid animal. Elyon... he still thought of her as the unconscious bundle of webbing. Needing his help. A person. In the time she had been awake she had proven that she was still very much a furry, blind to all the things a dragon valued and cared for. She had to be MADE to fit in, or she would be just another worthless furry to him. "Listen to me, Elyon. You MUST accept that you are now mine. I WILL be your teacher, your captor and your owner. I would like to be your friend too. I can show you wonders about magic and yourself. Teach you what I know. Help you strike a blow, however small against the evil that wishes to destroy all of us, furries and dragons alike. I will do what I can to make your life her enjoyable, but you must help ME to do that." He struggled to find the right words to express himself. Another dragon would just KNOW. If a dragon refused to do the right thing, refused to accept their place... they would be considered insane and locked away where they could not hurt anyone. If they were not insane it was worse... it meant they had lost their way and THAT was always met with a swift and merciful death. It was rare, but did happen. He wanted to beat some sense into the little unicorn. FORCE her to accept her place. But he knew that was not what she needed. He had a crash course in how furries think by a blue-green dragoness who spent her life dealing with such problems. He hoped he was up to the challenge.

Elyon yawned suddenly, her thoughts interrupted by the strain catching up with her. Her eyes lidded and she gave into the exhaustion and fell into a quick, deep sleep.

Talos watched the unicorn's sudden collapse, then leaned back in his chair as he regarded the small thing. She was still very weak. Too soon perhaps to begin any serious training. Tomorrow perhaps he would explain just what her place would be as his slave and student. He licked his lips as he looked over her slim, sleek form and shook his head and picked up a book off of the ornate bedside table and began to read, the hours passing as he studied up on ancient magical texts. Most of it was nonsense, or described methods that simply didn't work any more. But sometimes there were scraps of useful information if you read carefully. Every mage handled their magic differently, so while one might find a book worthless, another might find an idea that helped.

After hours of reading, Talos decided Elyon wouldn't be waking up until tomorrow, so there was no point in waiting further. He set the book aside and rose, having an idea about her nudity issues. He moved softly to a large wardrobe, opening it and pulling out another set of sheets used for special occasions. They were made of very expensive and delicate fabrics. Warm, but also mostly transparent. They would do nicely. He pulled the covers off the unicorn, watching her naked body for a bit until she started to twitch and shiver, then replaced them with the fine silks. He pondered joining her, but it was too soon... her mental state too delicate. He took the book from his nightstand and left the bedchambers to retire to his study instead. It had a long, comfortable couch which he had been sleeping on while the unicorn rested in his bed. He had even dragged his slaves dog-bed out of his bedroom and next to the couch so she could sleep out here with him, ordering her to her bed with a flick of his finger. He wasn't pleased with the situation, but made do. Dragons must sacrifice for the good of the race. Eventually it was time again for him to sleep, the unicorn has still not woken. He stripped from his robe and breeches, settling down onto the couch to sleep for the night, thoughts of the unicorn laying in his bed filling his mind. He thought about how he would begin her training, but couldn't get the image of her naked body, so well shown off by the priceless bondage-jewelry.

Pet lay on her bed, hearing her Master stir and shift restlessly on the couch next to her. She didn't know why they were sleeping out here and that unicorn got to sleep in His bed, but one did not question dragons, especially not Master! She let out a soft bark of surprised when a dragon hand grabbed her head and pulled it up and under the covers. Her mouth opened obediently and automatically to take in the stiff dragon member. She started to work it with her tongue but before she could even get to work he had started pumping her head on it, shoving the unpleasantly shaped head down into her throat, making her gag. She had been well trained before being bought by the purple dragon, but he was not usually this eager when he took her. She struggled, but managed to take him, relaxing her throat, keeping her jaws open wide and only choking when he went in especially deep.

Talos grunted as he fucked his slaves muzzle desperately, wanting to relieve the pressure that had been building ever since he got his new pet. He thought of her soft fur, remembering how helpless and vulnerable she looked in the spiders cocoon. He shoved the wolf's head down hard on his cock and came, groaning... hearing the wolfess desperately gulping at his seed. Then it was over and he gasped heavily, spent and twitching as he was licked clean. He pushed his slave back down to her bed and closed his eyes. There... much better. Now maybe he could get some sleep.

Pet heard her Masters breathing slowing, then recognised the steady rhythm of sleep taking him. She licked her messy muzzle and curled up on her bed where she belonged... at the feet of her owner.

...

Talos woke with a start, his dragon instincts kicking him fully awake and alert as he heard the soft cries of alarm coming from his bedroom. He swung his legs off the couch, stepping over the dog-bed and his slave still sleeping curled up on the floor atop it. He entered the bedroom and saw the unicorn twitching and moaning.

Elyon shivered in the warm bedchambers, hands clenching and unclenching slowly as she murmered. "No. Get them off... help... help me... please... nooooo."

Talos winced as he saw tears leaking out of her closed eyes. She must be having nightmares. If she lashed out with her power she could hurt herself. The bondage would stop her from hurting anyone else, but the strain could set her back in her recovery. He moved onto the bed and gently stroked her hair, "Shhhh... you're safe. It's dead. Gone."

Elyon grunted and made soft sobbing sounds, "My face... uhhh... ahhh..."

Talos turned her head and shook her gently, "You are SAFE."

Elyon's eyes snapped open, hazy visions of the spider eating her vanishing to be replaced by the purple and silver face of a dragon. A hand brushed at her belly in revulsion, still FEELING those things sucking at her, and then remembered the dragon ordering them to be burned, giving her peace for the first time in moons. She rolled over and grabbed the dragon in a tight hug and closed her eyes tight. The dragon's smooth skin, firm muscles was nothing like the squishy, soft feel of the monsters tentacles and spawn. She clung to the dragon, and the feel of him to drive away the memories of her defilement.

Talos didn't move as the unicorn embraced him, holding himself still and not wanting to spook her. He patted her head gently, "Shhhh..."

Elyon slowly relaxed, her trembling body growing still, her ragged breathing slowing to a gentle, peaceful rhythm as she sunk back into sleep.

Talos relaxed as well, leaning back and lying with the unicorn still half on top of him. Her horn lay across his neck, a strange feeling for he knew how dangerous it was. Only the protective covering allowed him to keep from shoving the dangerous thing away like his instincts told him to do. He curled his tail over her legs as he calmed, deciding to stay for a bit and once she was deep asleep he could return to his study. He relaxed more, no danger here, just a nightmare. Without the potential threat to concentrate on he became aware of her soft her body was, and felt her breasts pressed to his. She must have woken for a short time and removed the breast and hip decorations. That was fine, the power of the magical bondage was in the collar and only that and her horn decorations were secured, the others having not been locked. The rest were not needed except for special functions. He could feel her breathing, making her breasts swell and move against his chest slowly, the soft nipples surrounded by the silky unicorn fur. He felt other things moving as well, glancing down to see his cock rising from it's sheath, swelling and eager to take his slave. He forced his eyes up and onto the bed, not wanting to alarm the mare, and not wanting to get his own urges worked up when he knew he could not sate them. He concentrated, trying to keep his erection under control, feeling his cock sliding up along his belly like a spear seeking to impale the unicorn laying at his side. Trying NOT to think about the sexy girl holding him was not easy, but he had all his years of training to draw on. Eventually the swelling of his cock slowed, and then stopped before it could press up against Elyon, then shrunk a few inches... but not completely. He breathed slowly, emptying his thoughts, the press of the unicorn so comfortable. His eyes drooped, then closed as the soft body of the girl cuddled against him, and her faint magical glow lulled him to sleep.