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Original Concept: DragonTalon

Inspiration: Fates of the Unicorns

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The doctor over seeing the infirmary was an ice blue dragoness with a soft touch and friendly demeanor. A small team of slaves acted as her nurses. For the sake of cleanliness every one wore simple linen tops and bottoms, white coats were worn by Natasha and her immediate assistants.

"Playing a little too rough?" She smiled as she greeted Kelsura.

Kelsura shook her head and offered Benjamin's leash "No, he just needed a little reminder of who he is."

Natasha lead Benjamin over to a table, patting it "Hop up tiger." Benjamin followed willingly. He sat on the table and moved as Natasha moved him, looking over and adressing the extent of his. She sat down on a stool, snapping her fingers to have one of her slaves bring a tray with balm, salves, gauze, and linen wraps over. She hummed with concern as she gently pried at the wounds on his neck, parting the fur. "Well...that's unfortunate. I hate to mar such beautiful fur but I'm going to have to shave his neck this time. Claus, bring a razor."

A mouse fur wearing brown linen clothes produced a strait razor for the Dragoness. She tilted Benjamins head to one side as she began slowly shaving the fur away from his neck, using a bottle of water and a cloth to wash away the loose strands. "The new wounds are too close to the old for simple dressing. Thankfully they're not so deep I need to stitch them closed. A simple wash and a cleansing and another application of salve should do. If you're going to fuck him avoid biting the neck a third time, let these wounds heal."

"What about dueling?" Kelsura inquired. She was sitting on another stool across from them.

Natasha wrinkled her nose. "I wouldn't. He's your slave though." She ran a cleansing balm over his wounds and wiped the excess away before applying the healing salve and gauze dressing, wrapping his neck in the length of cloth. "I just hope that when you bring him back its so I can do an indepth study of big cat anatomy, and not to set bones."

Kelsura rolled her eyes, snatching the leash out of Natasha's hand and giving it a yank to pull Benjamin off the table with a sudden yipe. "Doctor, lets keep things clinical between you and my slaves. He's an attractive specimen with a rare fur pattern and on top of that: mine."

Natasha nodded with a soft smile. "Understood Miss Kelsura, I would never think of using one of your slaves. Not with out your permission of course."

Kelsura forced a smile and turned on her heel. "Follow." she said crisply to Benjamin.

Remus's lair was massive. It reminded Benjamin of going through the tunnels that lead to the capital. It was an absolute maze of dizzying turns and confusing halls. Kelsura seemed to know the way though, her progress through the labyrinthine tunnels steady with out pause. His knees were beginning to ache when they finally stopped before a large double set of thick wooden doors. From beyond them came muffled shouts and the indisputable sounds of combat. "Alright slave, lets see how much of your military training you remember."

The room was a large bowl, from the door all the way around in a wide circle that sank down by cradualy, steeps steep enough to serve as seating for what looked like well over a hundred, though it all looked as if it hadn't been used in some time. A layer of dust covered many of the stone benches that surrounded the pit. An arena with a set of wide stairs leading down to the middle middle, an open dirt filled pit. At the heart of it, surrounded by a ring of slaves, where two furs practicing hand-to-hand combat. Over seeing every thing from a raised platform on the far side of the ring was a rhino, the largest fur Benjamin had ever seen. Almost nine feet tall, bulging with muscle, and covered in skin that looked tougher than the most expertly crafted hide armor. He wore nothing save a thong and studded black leather straps around his biceps. Benjamin noted his horn had been cut down to a near stub and smoothed to a dome shape.

"HOLD!" He called, eyes snapping to the door as it opened. Every other slave snapped to attention, falling to their kneels in two semi-circles about the ring. The rhino stepped from the plat form into the middle, lowering to his knees, eyes cast to the floor. "This humble slave is named Brenan. His rank is Chief Guard of the Remus Mines. Around him are his Captains, he will name them should Miss so desire. Of whom do I have the honor of kneeling before?"

Kelsura smiled, looking about the well trained slaves. Organized, swift to obey, swift to kneel in the presence of their betters. She looked down at the tiger kneeling at her side. "You see this slave? This is the level of obedience I expect from you." Benjamin pushed his eyes to the floor. "I am Kelsura. You will refer to me as Miss, or Ma'am. You may name your captains."

Brenan nodded. "To my right: Sarina, Calvin, Jetta, and Gregory. On my left are Torik, Fin, Michael and Diane." Each lowered their head deeper as their names were called. Sarina was an avian, a swan. Calvin was a tiger like Benjamin, but of a smaller species and obviously not from the Consortium. Jetta was a female frilled lizard. The frilled fins on either side of her head vibrated as she bowed. Gregory was a weasel of some kind, looking much like an otter as much as a normal weasel. Torik was a grey furred wolf, his left eye was missing. A deep, corded scar that forced his socket to squint and giving him a perpetualy disdainful grimace and snarl ran from his fore head down to his jaw over his lips. Fin was a rat with mangy looking brown fur. Michael was another avian, a hawk of some species. Diane was a black furred horse with a her mane drawn up into several tails and cut down to evenly sheered plugs. She had the air of a war horse about her, her brown eyes burned with intensity despite the obedient glint to them.

Kelsura clapped softly, rubbing her hands together. "Who is considered the weakest among you?" There was a ripple in every one's demeanor. No one here considered them selves weak, at least not amongst other furs. Brenan took a moment to look from Kelsura to her slave and back. He understood. The golden tiger held him self with a slump but there was subtle rigidity to his pose, the muscles under his fur well defined despite its lack of keeping, more like a prisoner of war than a simple slave.

"Fin, present your self before Miss Kelsura!" Fin bounded forward on all fours, the rat used to traveling like his feral cousins apparently. His whiskers twitched as he moved back to his knees.

"This slave is named Fin, miss. He is considered the least of Chief Brenan's captains." his voice was reluctant and grudging.

Kelsura turned, unleashing Benjamin and ordering the tiger to stand. "Fin. This is Benjamin. My slave is being added to my own guard, and if good enough, may serve as my dueling champion. I know he is capable, but he is raw. He is here so I can assess his level of competence in combat." She left the group of guard slaves, taking a seat on a stone seat circling at the bottom of the ring. "Try not to break any thing on him."

Benjamin swallowed nervously as the rat and the rest stood. While fin remained standing in front of him the rest moved to the far side to stand at attention. Brenan climbed back up to the platform. "Submission knock-out rules!" he called "You fight until one of you submits to the other, or manages to render your opponent unconscious. This is not a formal dual, there will be no penalty should you lose Fin, but if I see you holding back there will be. There are no illegal moves but as Miss Kelsura does not wish her slave damaged there will be no breaking bones. Fin, Benjamin. Move to the middle of the ring. You will fight on my command."

Both tiger and rat moved to the ring's center. Fin moved with a confidant gate while Benjamin hesitated with each step. "Slave," Kelsura called, Benjamin turned his attention to her. "Hold nothing back. You should simply submit if you do."

There was something about the way she said that, it made the fur on the back of his neck stand on end. Similar words had been spoken by his drill instructor during his basic training had something similar. Holding back was the same as accepting defeat, defeat meant shame, and shame was dishonorable: death before dishonor. 'You don't fight for your self, or your families. You fight for your nation and its very way of life.' The gruff tiger had said, marching up and down the line of new conscripts. But, not any more. He didn't fight for his nation, he didn't fight for a way of life. He glanced at his mistress, pensive. A slave, her slave.

Fin took a crouched position, ready for the order to begin. The tiger seemed distracted. That would work to his favor. Apparently he didn't know how to follow orders. Of course Fin didn't care. Being a rodent he enjoyed beating up on cats any chance he got. He partnered with Calvin as much as possible, stupid tiger was always waxing some philosophical nonsense. The only thing that annoyed him more than having to here the striped cat yammer about existentialism was having to endure being beaten by him every time. This was going to be an easy fight. One inexperienced tiger ready to cream and mop the floor with.

"Begin!" Fin threw the first punch, surprised when the tiger's arm rose and blocked it. He almost didn't pull away in time as Benjamin tried snacking his arm around the strike into a grapple. He spun, whipping his tail around with a snap in the tiger's face, sending him reeling with a cry.

Benjamin rubbed a hand to his cheek, pulling away with a blood stained palm. He tightened his hand into a fist. He would have to be weary of that tail if the rat could use it like a weapon. He had barley raised his arm up in time when Fin preempted him in his revery. Holding back was the same as submitting, it had been a literal statement. He blocked the rat's next punch and ducked under the swing of his tail, using the rat's own momentum against him as he brought his fist into the side of Fin's pointed face. He didn't hold anything against the rodent, but he wasn't about to submit to some damned rat.

Fin was caught off guard when the tiger's fist struck his jaw. His whole head shook with the blow. It felt as if his brain slammed against the inside of his skull with the sudden stop of movement. The side of his face erupted in searing pain a moment later. It only grew worse when he tried to open his mouth to scream. His jaw was broken. His eyes widened in shock, it had to be a fluke. But as he watched the tiger crouch, his muscles tensed, arms held forward and ready, the blow had come with trained precision.

Like riding a horse you never truly forget how to throw a punch. The mind may waver but the body remembered and the muscles knew how to move with out being told. So while his speed was sluggish and his accuracy was lacking he could still throw a punch, and judging by the throbbing in his knuckles and the way Calvin held his face, it must have felt like a raging bull. He lowered his guard then, bounding back wards out of the way. "Your jaw's broken. It's over." Benjamin said as he continued to back pedal but the rat continued to advance, throwing punches and swinging his tail.

"The fight's not over Benjamin." Brenan called.

Benjamin blocked another punch, jumping over a sweep of the rat's legs. "You said no broken bones, his jaw is broken."

"Calvin, is your jaw broken?" Brenan tilted his head, looking down at his captain who stopped his attack only long enough to nod, then shrugged as he blinked away tears of pain. Brenan looked back to Benjamin. "He wants to continue. This fight isn't over. Either make him submit or knock him out."

Benjamin looked sidelong at his mistress. Catching his eye she narrowed hers and nodded. He squared his shoulders, dropping low once more and bringing his arms up. He held his left arm out, slightly bent with his hand open and palm facing up. His right hand crossed over the bend in his elbow just under the downward facing palm. The stance was unexpected, it drew raised brows from the other slaves. The rat seemed suddenly very unsure of him self, even Kelsura looked a bit surprised.

Fin spat blood and then set upon Benjamin once more. He threw another punch that was swiftly blocked by Benjamins out stretched hand. Benjamin curled the hand into a fist and struck in the chin with it, knocking him back. A single swift motion; block and strike, followed by another swift and hard punch that struck the rat square in his solar plexus, knocking the wind from his lungs and making him cough up bile. He gacked and a swift forward kick to the gut sent him flying off his feet to land hard on his back, sliding through the dirt several feet.

Fin grimaced, rolling onto his side in horrible pain but still able to push himself to his feet. He had severely underestimated this cat. He fought with a similar style to Calvin. It seemed to be a modified form of the same martial art. Or maybe it was Calvin who fought with the modified form. It didn't matter, either way it meant he couldn't beat this tiger even if he wasn't as skilled as Calvin. When he tried to rise, coughing and groaning through the pain, he was met with another forward kick. The heel of Benjamin's foot caught him in the nose and cracked into it and slamming his broken jaw back. The pain combined with the pincer like pressure of the back of his jaw over the thick oxygen supplying veins in his neck knocked him out cold in an instant.

"Again." Kelsura called.

Brenan, for a moment, was at a loss for words. Fin wasn't his best subortinant. He wasn't very skilled and had a higher opinion of himself than what he was actually worth, but he was still a cut above the slaves in the mines and loyal and even headed enough that he had earned his promotion from simple guard to captain. This tiger had come into his arena slumped like a defeated animal, not even an air of pride at being able to serve the most deserving and most powerful race in existence and now he stood even shouldered and with smoldering eyes.

Diane stepped forward. "Chief, may I go next?"

Brenan chuckled but shook his head. "No. Miss want's him tested, not destroyed." Brenan smirked. Diane didn't just look like a war horse, that's exactly what she was. Or had been before her capture. She was a rare master of the art of Iron Road, a breathing technique that made her body near impervious to all strikes. Even he had difficulty fighting her during practice. In truth the only obstacle between her and taking his title as Chief of Guard was her lack of experience and own distaste for leadership. She was a fighter, not a commander, better at taking orders than giving them. If she was disappointed at being denied a fight she didn't show it, simply stepping back. She looked at benjamin for a moment, the corners of her mouth rose, barley noticable, in a smile that switly vanished as she set back in her place.

"Chief Brenan, Captain Calvin Tavorious humbly requests to match fists with Benjamin?" Brenan looked to the plain stripped tiger. Calvin was a former miner and had come to his knowledge years ago when the tiger had been in a fight with two other mine slaves. Calvin was sent to the free use racks, the other two had been sent to the infirmary. Remus had intended to request the clan guild replace Calvin with a more obedient and better trained slave. But after hearing what Calvin had done, and how, Brenan had requested to speak with Remus. It had been a major gamble, but Brenan had been able to convince his master that Calvin was better suited to guarding the mines than working them. If Calvin disappointed it would be Brenan who would be sold. Calvin not only impressed, he rose above the other guards. Brenan was proud to call him captain.

Brenan nodded. "Calvin, to the middle. Benjamin take your place. This one should be a fun fight. Jetta, take Fin to the infirmary." Jetta hurried forward, pulling the unconscious rat onto a shoulder. She took a moment, looking at the fur forlornly before giving the golden tiger a glare, hissing and expanding her neck frills in a threatening display. "Jetta, that's your dinner! Get out!"

"Don't hold any thing against Jetta" Calvin said, lowering himself into the exact same stance Benjamin held. His hands were held as closed fists instead of open palms. "Shes protective of Fin, the two of them are..."

"Lovers, I can gather that. I'm more interested in where you learned Wind Claw." Benjamin studied the tiger. He was smaller, slightly shorter and not nearly as well muscled. Claudius had seen to it the Benjamin was at the peak of physical perfection.

"This isn't Wind Claw, its 100 Point Fang."

Benjamin narrowed his eyes. "That art was lost during the Retreat. Its masters and students were enslaved by the dragons."

Calvin smirked "One of the masters made it through the capital the same way the royal families of the consortium did."

Benjamin cast a nervous glance to his mistress. She held an impassive expression, hands on her crossed legs.

"Begin!" Benjamin was the first to strike. His open palm closing around Calvin's out stretched wrist. He twisted and Calvin spun under his own arm and brought the other forward. Benjamin tossed it away and in the same motion struck for Calvin's chest. Calvin threw his head forward, ramming his fore head into Benjamin's nose. He staggered back, groaning as his nose began bleeding freely.

Calvin bounded forward and caught the swing Benjamin threw under his arm, locking his hand around Benjamin's bicep. He lifted, bending the arm against the joint of the elbow to the limit, sending Benjamin to his knees. Calvin was faster by far, not as strong but superbly accurate. He knew what he was doing far better than Benjamin. He let go of the larger tigers arm, bringing the fist down. Benjamin rolled backward out of the way, springing up off his hands onto his feet and meeting with a foot to the side of his head.

Calvin had advanced as Benjamin retreated back ward, spinning and bringing the back of his foot into his temple. He alighted on the same foot, bringing another kick around to knock him to the dirt. He held Benjamin down by his neck, foot firmly planted on his throat. "Submit." Calvin commanded. Benjamin snarled, his attempt to roll away was countered with a simple extension of the claws on Calvin's toes.

"Fine." Benjamin growled. "I submit." Calvin nodded, lowering his fists and stepping back. Benjamin moved to his knees, turning around and set to crawl away when Kelsura cleared her throat.

"You're forgetting something, slave." She said, cocking her head toward Calvin. Benjamin looked over his shoulder, the other tiger was standing perfectly balanced on one foot, arms crossed. The other foot raised in the air and he wiggled his toes. Benjamin swallowed, swallowing his pride as well. In the heat of combat with another martial artist he had forgotten, just for a moment, that he was a slave. Now came the reminder.

He crawled back to kneel before Calvin, wrinkling his nose as he pressed his tongue to the under side of his foot. Dirt, grit, fur, sweat. He could also taste a bit of blood. Likely his own. He sucked on each toe, tongue wrapping around each furry digit with expert attention given through regular practice by his Mistress. He did the same to his other foot then planted a kiss on the top of each. He bristled with embarrassment as Calvin softly stroked his head "Good boy. No reason to be ashamed, you just didn't stand a chance. I applaud you for the effort though."

"So, Brenan, since you're in charge of these slaves, I give Benjamin to you for the night." Kelsura said, drawing the sudden attention of the rhino. Benjamin looked more surprised than Brenan. Kelsura smirked and chuckled. "You thought there would be no penalty for loosing? You thought that because Brenan wasn't going to punish his captains that I had to extend the same respect to you." She tutted softly as she stood and leashed her tiger. "You still have a lot to learn kitten."

"This slave means no disrespect and is honored by your offer," Brenan started. "But this slave has no use for the tiger. Calvin-"

"This slave challenges Calvin for the spoils of combat." All eyes shot to Diane. Calvin had just lifted his hand to take the leash being offered to him when he closed it. Kelsura raised a brow at Brenan.

"Arena rules, Miss. Of course its the right of all dragons to change them, but as they stand now any of my captains and their subordinates my challenge one another for any thing the other has that they want." Brenan explained.

"I assume Remus knows this?" Kelsura asked

"They are also Master's rules, Miss. Master says they remind us that any who is or can prove they are superior may take what they feel is rightfully theirs"

Kelsura pursed her lips, tapping a finger on them. "I may just adopt that." She still held the leash out to Calvin.

Calvin sucked in a breath and then let it out as a long sigh. He dropped his arm then took a step back "I relinquish the offer. Captain Diane has claim."

"Are there any further challenges?" Brenan looked about his remaining captains, Diane was looking directly at Benjamin. No one said any thing, there was a loose chorus of 'no sirs.' Then he made a curt nod. "Miss, is there any thing further you wish from these humble and wiling slaves?"

Kelsura shook her head, moving over and handing the leash to the war horse. "Nothing further Brenan. I am pleased and will inform Remus of your actions, all of you." She smiled brightly.

"This slave is grateful for both your visit and your favor Miss." He said, followed by similar statements and kneeling bows from each of the other slaves.

"Diane." Kelsura said, cupping the horse by her chin. "Benjamin is yours for the night. If he misbehaves you have my permission to punish him any way you see fit, short of breaking something, and no lasting marks. Though at this point in his training I doubt there will be a problem, will there Benjamin?"

"No Mistress." His head was throbbing from the double blow, and he was annoyed for being referred to and passed around like an object. He knew he shouldn't, he knew that's exactly what he was here. Knew that despite how she spoke to the other slaves they were in hardly a better position than him. It still hurt. He watched for a moment as his Mistress turned tail to walk away. He felt a pang of abandonment. So soon after admitting his willingness and readiness to serve her she was leaving him with some one else, another slave at that. It also made him very nervous. The last female he had been handed off to, given those exact same limits, had beaten the fear of all dragons into him. He flinched when she reached a hand forward, relaxing only when he realized she was rubbing the top of his head.

"Kitty..." she said softly, giving a very bright smile that contrasted greatly with her previous stoic and intense demeanor. There were chuckles as every one around watched as the massive war horse knelt down and scooped the cat up, holding him to her shoulder like a baby. Despite their similar size she held him with surprising ease

Calvin covered his mouth to hide his smirk. "Boy are you in for an evening."

Brenan dismissed them all for the night with a chuckle, winking at Benjamin.

Diane carried him every where she went, drawing gawks and giggles from any who saw. Out side of the meal hall a dragon employed to assist with the night guard barley contained his composure when he saw the horse carrying the tiger. "Found another stray Diane?" he asked.

Diane nodded enthusiastically. Her attitude had changed dramatically now out side the arena. "Kitty!" she practically shouted. "Isn't he pretty!?" She held Benjamin out under his arms. His legs and arms drawn up and limp, a look of bewilderment on his face. He cringed when the large pale yellow dragon leaned down to look him in the eyes. He snorted over the cat, blowing hot air from his nostrils.

"I'd prefer a female." he said.

"I like boy kitties." She replied, wrapping her arms around Benjamin's chest and holding him as close as was possible.

"Well he's a big kitty. Bigger than Calvin, you think you can handle him?"

She gave the dragon a coy smile and tickled under Benjamin's chin. "Oh Mr. Whiskers isn't so big that I can't have fun with him." She said archly.

Great, Benjamin thought, I'm Mr. Whiskers and the amazon horse has a cat fetish.

Diane's fetish did not just extend to treating him and talking to him like a house cat. He was expected to act like one. Any lapse in his play was met with a pop to the muzzle and a stern correction. She spoke to him like he was the animal she wanted him to act like. In the meal hall he was expected to remain on all fours despite other slaves being allowed to walk. At the serving line she had requested a plate of fish and a bowl of cream. The dragon cook overseeing the slave servers chortled and actually took joy in handing the horse her request, one that would have normally earned a slave a rap on the hands with a metal spoon and an order to leave with out food.

While she ate a bowl of warm, wet oats with diced vegetables and conversing in hushed tones with several other slaves, he had been fed the dish and bowl on the floor. The mare that looked as though she could tear the arms off a bear was treating him like a baby kitten and acting like such a...girl! He sighed dispassionately as he reached for the fish, having his fingers smacked. She leaned down eye level with him "Do cats use their paws to eat?"

"Some times." he shot back with a grumble. Her nostrils flared and she snorted at him, she snapped her hoof to the stone with a sharp crack. His eyes widened and he shrank back. "Uh...mew?" She snorted once more then turned back around on her stool, continuing with her conversation. He found he was missing Kelsura already. He also found he liked the mix of fish and cream. "Mmmm..." he said, licking his lips.

After dinner was a bath. He was eternally grateful for it. Two fights back to back had left him soar and covered in sweat and dirt. He would prefer to have been able to bathe alone but Diane insisted on holding him while she soaked. Not that he minded too much. Being held this close to the war horse his head was firmly held against her large breasts, pillow cushioned covered in soft short fur. He had his eyes closed and was just starting to relax when he was splashed in the face. He growled softly, Diane popping him over his nose. "Show my sisters some respect, Whiskers." There were several other female furs who had joined Daine, jumping into the warm water of the natural subterranean hot spring.

"Ohhhhh! That's not Calvin!" A faun said, moving closer to curl her finger under Benjamin chin, tickling. Benjamin rolled his eyes, but oddly found he enjoyed the sensation.

"Hey kitty kitty kitty." a raccoon girl ran her hand over his head, scratching behind his ears.

"Oh he's just adorable, can I wash him?" another fur said.

"No me, you get to wash Calvin all the time."

"No, you wash him all the time."

"With her mouth."

Laughs and giggles. He was awash in the female form all fawning on him. Diane held him tighter and then whineyed. "No. He's only here for the night, so he's mine." every one ceased, an uncomfortable pause. They all looked at her with pitiful expressions and exaggerated pouts and then each nodded.

"Yes captain." they all said in unison.

Diane lifted her self and Benjamin out of the water, half dragging him over to the heat pipes. "Fuck, Calvin just not good enough for them? There's about a dozen other cats here and they have to zero in on the one I'm holding."

Benjamin just glowered. At least Kelsura treated him like a half-way descent furry being...some times more. His neck throbbed. He found his heart would race a little every time he thought about her, making his wounds ache.

"Mr. Whiskers." Diane called sweetly. She was drying her fetlocks, bent over at the waist strait legged and bob of a tail hiked. Her cunt was a tight slit under a perfectly taught butt. She chuckled and smirked. "I do so love cats, the girls can have Calvin, because tonight I've got you." She led him away once they were both sufficiently dry. She tossed her leather thong she had worn in the training arena into a large pile of them as she exited the bathes.

Benjamin took curious notice of this fact: none of Remus's own slaves wore clothing, and when they did it was extremely little, like Diane's thong. Kelsura inversely dressed her guards at least...except here it seemed. Here Claudius and Juno had both worn a modified form of their guard attire, something like a kilt with out a front and rear and simply covering the sides of their legs was cinched to their waist and a transparent open vest clung loosely around their shoulders. He did have to admit that it made Juno look pretty damn hot...even when she was beating him.

He felt a twitch in his spine when a shiny ball rolled past him, jingling with little bells sown into it. He was in the female guard bunk room, Diane had been dotting on him, brushing his fur as he remained in thought. He didn't like being treated like a little house cat but he DID like having his fur brushed. He had been purring when the ball of tinsel and bells was rolled past him. His whole body tensed when his eye caught sight of it. Fuck.

Diane giggled. "Don't you wanna play Mr. Whiskers?" She picked the apple sized ball up, rolling it towards him. He felt his fur stand up. Fuck, fuck. His eyes focused on it even as he tried to think of something, any thing other than the pretty looking and sounding ball. "Come oooonnn kitty cat." She gave the ball the slightest nudge of her hoof and his shoulders bounced. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She kicked it, across the room, on impulse he pounced after it. Diane and an a room full of other girls rolled over laughing as the big, muscular tiger swatted and batted a little ball of shiny foil string around their bunk room.

Benjamin couldn't resist himself. He had to catch the shiny-jingly little ball. He had to smash it, pounce it, roll around with it. He had to bite it, hold it, roll onto his back and kick it into the air just so he could chase after it. His claws scrabbled across stone and he panted at he held it in his mouth. "Gotch-ya." he said between his teeth, dropping it with a soft "ulp" as he was lifted up under his shoulders and carried to a single bed, set down at its side was another plate of fish with another bowl of cream.

"Eat up, kitten." The mare said patting him between his ears. He erfed, letting out a long sigh and then shook his head. He tucked in, leaning down on his hands and knees and biting chunks out of the fish, eating the whole thing in four bites then draining the bowl of sweet cream. "Kitten...I have another bottle for you?" Diane sing-songed

Benjamin looked up to see her sitting on the edge of her bed, knees spread open. She held another bottle of sweat cream. She pulled the cork from it and pored a small amount on her exposed pussy, running her hands through the sparse fur surrounding her lips. She sighed softly. "Come on kitten, come get your desert." She cooed, leaning forward to pull him by his collar, pulling his nose to her cunt. She had a delectable spicy scent mixed with the sweet of the white cream clinging to her fur. Benjamin opened his mouth, running his tongue between her folds, more of that sweet liquid pooring down over her netheres and into his mouth as he lapped up. She drew in a hiss as the barb-like texture of his tongue drew on her flesh and pricked at it. "Get it all, drink up, eat it." she sighed, mashing a hand into one of her plump tits.

Diane held his head in place, locking her legs around his neck and resting them on his shoulders. One long lick had set her mind buzzing, her pussy winking right in his face as her muscles clamped with need over and over. She worked her hips back into his muzzle, practically stuffing his face inside of her, poring so much of the cream at once he began chocking. Still he ate, tongue working all around her lips and dipping inside to tease her vent with an inadequate reach.

She giggled, swishing the last bits of liquid in the glass bottle, pulling him away from her tight folds and up to her chest, wetting her nipples with what was left. "Drink." she said, draping her arms around him as his mouth sucked on one nipple, swirling around it until the nub was painfully stiff and battered from his rough tongue and then the other. Her hand pushed down between his legs as he pushed further up, licking along her neck, his own mind now caught in the moment. She wasnt at all surprised to find his warm cock sticking fully from his sheath, long and smooth and tapering to a soft, rounded point. His barbs had already unfurled and pulled at the fur of her hand like a comb. "Ohh...yess..." she sighed, stroking him until his hips began to pump softly.

"You want me?" she asked, pushing him away suddenly

He blinked, looking down at her. She was hot to trot, he could smell it on her. The spice of her wet pussy having turned to a pungent aroma of need. "I do." He tried to sound smooth, suppressing a blush.

Diane snorted, pushing him away. "I'm not your lover, don't talk to me like I am. If you want me, take me, treat me like your bitch cat."

He shrank at first, balking, she wanted him to be violent with his sex like the feral tigers that roamed the forests and plains. Years of refinement told him that such love making was wrong and crude, but for the past year he had been treated as little more than an animal, for the past afternoon and evening thats exactly how he had acted. He snarled, baring his teeth and pouncing on the mare. She kicked at him, throwing her arms and flailing as he pushed her knees apart. Eyes from around the room had been watching them and they drew closer now. Diane knew she could easily crush him. A single hard kick to his chest could cave his ribcage and kill him in an instant. She allowed him to force himself onto her. Grab her by her short cut mane and turn her over, holding her bent over the side of the bed. She cried out in bliss as his teeth sank into the back of her neck and pulled up what little flesh was to spare and drove himself into her accommodating, slick cunt all the way to the sheath in a single plunge.

"Fuck me tiger. Fuck me like a wild animal. Fuck me like a whore tigress. Come on, drive it in, tear me apAAAARRRRRRAAHHHHH!" His hips ripped back, his barbs tearing at her cunt. Not nearly with the strength and ferocity of her master's, even gentle his hooked cock had been more like daggers plucking at her flesh. The pain a feline delivered was so much more tantalizing though, like needles dipped, needles dipped in acid as they worked up and down her insides. "Yes! Fuck yes! Haaarder!" she groned, biting into her sheets as his cock like a steam driven piston that rocked up and down the inside of her cunt.

Benjamin held tight to her neck with his teeth, not at all caring if his fangs sank in. His mind was set on a single goal: breed. His claws sank into her shoulder from one hand and into her hip from the other. His thighs made muffled claps each time they struck her rump. She must be soaking wet, his balls cool with moister. He could detect a tinge of iron on the air as she bled from her cunt. He growled, snarling around her neck. His pumping grew harder now with each thrust. She was calling his name though he could barley hear it with the rush of blood in his ears. He couldn't hear the cocophany of moans and soft cries of the various female slave guards all pleasuring themselves as they watched their captain getting ravaged.

Diane loved every moment of it. Taking her higher and higher on waves of ecstasy. She hadn't bothered to count how many times she had cum, not mattering when each one was like a boiler explosion in her brain. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The bliss was slowly ebbing away, pure pain replacing it. This was her favorite part. She would start to beg, he was hurting her and she would want it to stop. Just when she was ready to kick him, emasculate him permanently he would cum and fill her to the brim with feline seed. It went exactly as she had wanted it. He gave her a final jerk, just as the tears were welling in her eyes and the fiery sensation in her wounded, slutty hole was replaced with a soothing warmth that did in fact leak out of her from around his shaft. He slowly pulled away from her, limp cock falling out in a small deluge of pink cum, his spunk tinted with her blood. She moaned for a bit, working a hand between her legs and cupping it over her to hold as much in as she could before pulling her self into the bed. All around was a similar tale. Female furs cleaning themselves after intense orgasms, sighing and cooing. Slurping as some cleaned each other.

Benjamin huffed. He couldn't believe he had just done what he just did. It was primal, animalistic. To give in to his base instincts and just let go, but secure enough in mind that he wasn't uncontrollable. Was this how dragons felt? So totally free yet observant of their surroundings? It was a small epiphany that slowly moved out of his grasp the more he came down from the euphoria of the greatest sex he had ever had, better than his few times with his Mistress. "You're an animal." he heard her say. He nodded, still a bit glassy eyed. She was licking her fingers, pushing them inside of her and then cleaning the dregs of tiger spunk and fem cum that clung to her digits.

When he tried to crawl into bed with her she sent him tumbling back out with a swift push of her hoof. She pulled her blanket it over her, staring at him with a stern look on her face as he looked back with one of incredulousness. "Animals sleep on the floor." She quipped with a smirk and then rolled over, turning her back to him. With a snort he laid down, grateful at least that there was a thin foot mat between him and the floor.