Titus gave a soft, deep grunt as smoke curled out of his scaled muzzle and rose towards the ceiling as he peered out the window. He gave a glance down at his obsidian claws, and then sighed, examining the gold watch on his wrist a moment later. The Dragon was annoyed by all of this waiting... to say the very least. Unlike many of his kind, he utterly and completely lacked the patience to wait centuries to get what he wanted. Instead, he used his hoard to acquire goods, purchase services, or lay hands on things he desired. And at the moment, one of those things was currently very slightly out of his reach. He had requested his minions find him a Unicorn... one that was malleable... and could be broken for his purposes. He desired a toy that could be changed into what he wanted, broken as much as he wished, and then put back together in whatever form he saw fit. Unicorns, with their regenerative magic's and shape shifting powers, were a perfect fit for such a role and as he tapped his claws on table, his eyes scanned the street.
Supposedly, one had a glen very near here, near in the magical sense more that the geographic sense. He was at the edge of the city park, and he suspected that the protected woods there would lure this one of the finicky beasts into his claws. He was waiting for it now, sitting casually in the front of a small coffee shop, his eyes scanning the trees in search of any source of magic he could find... After all, his hoard had been depleted... and now a Unicorn slave would restore much of it nicely.
Hooves wandered slowly through the forest, his path leading him closer and closer to the edge of the city park. Not that he cared; after all there wasn't much a powerful magical being like him had to fear. He'd wandered through the city it's self on more than a few occasions, although he really didn't like it much. The bushes ahead of him parted and a long meandering concrete path appeared with sparse furs wandering along. Soon the air was filled to the hollow sound of' 'Cilp Clop's' on the hard surface, the sexy Zebracorn unaware that eyes were on him.
The dark Dragon grinned, fangs glinting brightly as he stood, quietly walking down the concrete path. He did his best to appear unassuming, just a simply reptile of some sort out for a evening stroll. The charm around his neck made sure that his magic wouldn't be detected--at least until it was too late. He moved silently, looking at the strange Unicorn trotting towards him. He realized, instantly, that it was an even rarer one that he'd thought. Black and white stripes, a long dark horn... 'Oh, yes. This was a proper prize.' He paid no attention as the two of them passed, but a moment later, he turned, reaching up and removing the charm from around his neck.
A moment later, the Zebracorn would be aware of the presence of something... powerful, and magical... immediately behind it. And then, there was the sensation of something closing around his long, slender neck from behind.
Hooves hardly noticed the reptile as he walked by; mundanes like him were of no concern to the myth. And then a second later his senses began to tingle alarmingly, something powerful and magical was right on top of him. The Zebracorn's handsome head jerked up, and he tried to spin around to see what it was. "Wha..." Hooves choked, as he felt something wrapping around his long slender equine neck. Instantly the myth tried to escape, his body going to simply vanish into nothing. When suddenly his magic rebounded, that sleek body burning as his own power betrayed him. Somehow twisting and turning on its user, Hooves instantly knew he was dealing with someone who was even more powerful than himself. "WWEEEHEHEEE." The sexy myth screamed, dropping down to his knee's as the reptiles leering muzzle appeared over him
Titus laughed softly, it was amusing and at the same time intensely arousing to watch the mythical equine jerk in pain from his own rebounding magic. "That.. was easier than I expected." The Dragon said, snickering cruelly as he reached down, grabbing the Unicorn by a long ear and twisting it slightly, pinning the side of his muzzle to the short wall surrounding the park. A few people stopped, calling out, but after a moment, they simply... kept on walking. The Dragon grinned, his magic pushing what they saw from their puny mortal minds easily.
"That thing must be quite painful." He said with a short laugh, even as his strong clawed hands added to the myth's agony. "I wasn't stupid enough to test a suppression charm by pressing my power against it, but I suppose your ignorance of such things led you to this..." The Dragon said arrogantly, that long forked tongue flickering out to taste the Zebracorn's fear and pain sweat.
The handsome black and white striped equine's mouth opened and closed, his eyes fluttering as he looked up stunned. A Dragon... how had he missed that there was a Dragon in this city park, the pain in Hooves ear making him wince. That handsome muzzle showing his pain and confusion plainly, the Zebracorn's mouth working slowly open and closed again. "Wha... wha... where?" The myth keenly aware of the fact that he was completely powerless and as such very vulnerable at that moment.
"Do you like my little trick?" The mythical reptile continued, his voice soft and taunting as he spoke down to his prize.
"Nooo... not at all." Hooves grunted weakly, this wasn't just some cruel joke the Zebracorn knew from many past experiences.
"I could bend you over and rape you right here and no one would bat an eye. Some of them might huff as they stepped over you, but no one would even care." The midnight black Dragon said with a dark chuckle, almost ready to do just that... if it hadn't been so crude.
"Ummm gods if that's all you want, all you had to do was ask." The sexy Zebracorn knew very well, that no one would care if there were two males rutting in the park.
"I can't imagine... a Zebracorn like you, so obviously used to being looked at... unable to be seen. That must be quite frustrating, hmm?" Hooves didn't answer that last question, instead he just gathered up what saliva he had and spat it at the Dragon.
Titus smirked down at him, as that saliva splattered on his handsome scaly muzzle. "I don't just want to fuck you though little Unicorn. If I wanted that, I would have indeed been more polite..." He said, tugging a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping the bit of spittle off of his muzzle calmly. He looked down at it, then at the Zebracorn, and then casually backhanded him hard enough to jerk his muzzle to the side and make his head spin. "You are going to be the newest addition to my collection." He said in way of explanation, chuckling and reaching down to the helpless Hooves head. He grabbed the Unicorn by his horn, hefting him into the air by it and letting him dangle for a moment.
Hooves head was ringing from that hard blow, the pain added to the magically rebound the Zebracorn had experienced-only moments before. "Your collection?" Hooves grunted, thinking the Dragon was off his nut no one could hold a Unicorn long. Hooves felt his neck stretch and pop softly, as the big Dragon dangled him by his horn.
"But, I see that I certainly got what I paid for... a feisty little mare, hmm?" The wicked black Dragon added tauntingly, chuckling as he saw his captive's muzzle twist up in anger.
"Feisty... I'll show you feisty." The Zebracorn snarled, drawing his leg back to kick at the reptile's muzzle.
"Well... I suppose we're going to have a lot of fun, then, aren't we? Now, let's get you as far from this silly glen as we can... And once you're feeling good and weak, you can start begging for my kindnesses..." Titus laughed again gloatingly, and then quietly gestured.
"Fuck you." Hooves snapped, as he felt his rock hard hoof smack against that scaly muzzle... causing sparks to flash out.
Without the charm, the Dragon's own power was unlocked completely. The universe moved around them, and a moment later, the Unicorn was hitting a plush, carpeted floor with a thud. "There we are." The Dragon said happily, as he looked down at his new prize sprawled out on his floor.
"Hah I'll never be that weak." The proud myth promised, as the world shifted around them in a sickening blur. Suddenly Hooves found himself lying on a thick soft carpet; the Zebracorn instantly sprang to his hooves. Ready to bolt off and leave the Dragon far behind, glancing around the stunned myth took off. He hadn't gone more than a dozen quick steps, when he felt something like a rope drawing tight around his low dangling testicles. And his strong body was brutally jerked to a stop, making the sexy striped equine gag in agony. Hooves dropped to his knee's clutching his bruised nuts, as the pain made his long black equine cock dropped out or it's sheath.
The smiling black Dragon reached up, rubbing a thumb along his scaly jaw line. "You'd better hope your didn't crack my scales." He warned in a low dark growl, snapping his fingers. As he did, the sensation of the rope tightened, then jerked hard, pulling back and up. The Unicorn's nuts were stretched painfully as the Dragon stopped, admiring himself in a mirror for a few moments and inspecting his scales, then turning and glancing at the mythical equine.
He chuckled, his mood seemingly lighter after admiring himself in the mirror. "Good, good... I was told you had lived long enough that your natural tastes had left you." There was a soft sneer on his thin, scaled lips as he stepped closer to his dangling prize. "You'll discover that I use a carrot and stick approach to these things." The wicked Dragon said mockingly, as he enjoyed the view of the Zebracorn hanging by his testicles. "Right now, you were bad. You're getting the stick." He mentioned, leaning down and grabbing the Zebracorn by the horn again, pulling it up and forcing the equine's neck to crane slowly. "And I can see that you're liking it, hmm?" He observed laughing, in a much more aroused sounding voice it was plain he was enjoying this greatly. "Perhaps I need to employ more debilitating measures... after all; I wouldn't want you to get horny and try to escape..." The Dragon said, laughing at the Unicorns predicament and the knowledge that Hooves was enjoying it on some perverse level.
"Owww... my natural tastes?" Hooves groaned, as his big potent balls were choked and stretched out away from his body. Even as his nuts were yanked back and up, throwing the equine onto all fours. Well almost as his knees were a couple of feet off the ground, and then his long narrow head was twisted back. And he found himself looking up at the smirking Dragon, as those mocking words made the Zebracorn blush angrily. "Kiss my tail hole." Hooves grunted, as his long black rut stick slapped up against his broad chest a hot splatter of pre-cum wetting his neck. "You better just let me go right now." Hooves snarled darkly, as the reptile laughed at him dangling there by his hefty balls making threats he'd never get the chance to honor. The myth trying very hard to make his magic work, but the charm locked around his neck keeping him completely powerless.
The black Dragon smiled, and with a slight gesture, there was a hard slap to his captives sac, hard enough to make the pain radiate up through his guts. "Yes, your natural tastes... After all, you're supposed to be a big, strong stud, aren't you?" He pointed out amused, at the fact that the myth was getting off on being captured and abused. "But you were quite willing to let me fuck you in public... and now, you're harder than you've probably ever managed to get for a nice, tight pussy, aren't you?" The wicked Dragon demanded, laughing as he saw the Zebracorns embarrassed blush. "You're not a stud. You're just a slut. And I'm going to help you utterly and completely embrace that role..." The sleek black Dragon assured with a big bright smile on his handsome muzzle, one foot toying with Hooves dangling nuts.
"Like... like hell you will. Ohooo." The sexy Zebracorn grunted, as the pain radiated up from his hefty stud hood and into his guts from the slap. "I am a big strong stud... I have a herd of mares and have fathered many colts." The proud equine informed, even as he blushed at the Dragons next words. The fact was, Hooves had discovered centuries ago that he liked playing the mare for other stallions even if the world thought it was wrong. "Wha.... No I've fucked thousands of pussys... just this hard." The confused myth countered, the fact was he really enjoyed being used and abused by other males. "Wha... I... I am to a stud... bent over and I'll show you just how much." The sleek pretty Zebracorn spat at his tormentor, as that long black stud stick jutted out stiffly.
He could feel the Unicorn pressing against the anti magic charm, trying to break it so he could escape. He'd probably manage it, in a few hours... so the Dragon needed to take more drastic measures. Titus smiled, quietly producing a set of heavy, silver cuffs with a snap of his fingers, teleporting them to him from the Zebracorn's new home--one he hadn't gotten to visit yet. "First things first..." He announced, grabbing the equine by the wrist and snapping the cuff on it. As soon as he did, the metal started to glow, draconic runes starting to flare to life for a moment before settling into a dull glow. The Zebracorn could feel them there, more than attached to his wrist, but attached to his magic as well. He saw the rune pulsing slightly harder when he attempted to use his magic. Titus chuckled, and then flicked the cuff with his claw making the metal ring softly. "This one means... Property." He explained with a smirk, feeling his captive's repulsion at that knowledge.
Hooves big blue eyes flew open was as he saw the heavy, silver cuffs, he could feel the magic coming from them. And so desperately threw his own magic against the restraining collar clamped loosely around his neck. He needed to break that charm and escape before more magic was added to his restraints, if not it might take him weeks or even years to escape.
The smirking Dragon quickly attached the second cuff to the equine's other wrist, watching as the rune started to flare up as well. "And this one means... Owned." He added grinning wider, quietly gesturing again as two more cuffs appeared in his claws... then moving behind the equine silently. In the trapped Unicorn's chest, he felt something... tightening almost like a cage.
"No... no stop that don't." Hooves squealed, as the big nasty Dragon grabbed his wrist and snapped the cuff into place around his forearm. "Property!" The mythical equine half spat half choked on that word, a shocked look crawling across his handsome stripped muzzle. The sexy Zebracorn barely struggled as the second cuff was locked onto him, binding him even more powerfully. "Owned... my ass." Hooves whinnied angrily, not understanding why he was repeating those words, not realizing it was all part of the magic of those restraints. Suddenly the proud Zebracorn jumped looking back in horror as he saw the Dragon snap the ankle cuffs onto his legs. He instantly tried a double leg kick at his captor, but as his legs began to straighten. He felt a powerful yank on his already tender testicles, and realized those ankle cuff's we magically attached to his nuts. "WWEEHEHEEE." Hooves screamed as his own kick nearly ripped his big black balls off his body, the pain in his guts redoubled and he collapsed weakly curling up. It took a second for the sensations of restraint coming from his chest to registered. And he understood the restraints formed a magical circle of control on his body, it would take all his will to escape them. "You fucking bastard... I'll kill you when I get loose, I'll wipe out your whole line... I'll... I'll." He was at a loss to come up with more threats, as his powerful body slowly began to relax and his pain eddied for the moment. It was humiliating to the proud myth to be helpless before another male like this, he was a rarely illusive myth and now here he was bound like a common plow pony
The Dragon chuckled, looking at the glowing ankle cuffs, one of which had 'Punishment' written on it, and the other of which had 'Subservience.' He laughed when the Unicorn tried to kick at him, snickering and settling down on the nearby couch. He reached down, undoing the button on his pants, then rubbing himself through the jock he had chosen to wear that day. He smiled casually, listening to the Zebracorn's threats, casually chuckling at him and waiting for him to settle down again. There were a few more slaps to the equine's sac, but for the most part, he was content to wait for the moment--for the first time in his life, happy with sitting and watching.
The big stallion was torturing himself, and as Titus waited, he watched him lustfully. Watched his sack being slapped around every time he tried to teleport away or shimmer out of the plane. Watched his hooves jerk when he wanted to kick, but had to suppress it for fear of gelding himself. Once some of the fight was taken out of the myth, the Dragon reached over, rubbing and stroking that round, striped rump. "There you go." He chortled, smiling encouragingly at his new captive in lustful delight. "There we are... Who's a good pony?" He asked teasingly, laughing softly and spanking the Zebracorn possessively, before leaning back on his sofa. "Aaron. Come and take my new pet to his quarters." He commanded, hearing the slow heavy cloven hoof steps of his oldest and most shattered servant.
The sleek stripped stallion bucked and struggled mightily, every move both physically and magically punishing him in one way or the other. Even as the magic within those ankle cuffs began to affect him, already he was feeling weaker and more submissive. Even though he fought against it with all his will power, that just like magic had its limits and was slowly being leached away from him. A bright sparkling pool of magical Zebracorn pre-cum was forming under his thick black erection, as that organ bounced up and down so hard it ached. The mighty myth keenly aware his captor was watching him and enjoying his struggles enormously, and although that was mortifying it was also intensely arousing. "Hur hur hur." Hooves nickered breathlessly as the Dragon's cool scaly hand caressed his trapped ass-cheeks, those condescending yet words possessive words stirring mixed feelings within the Zebracorn. "I'm not a pony good or otherwise." He snarled through clenched teeth, as the Dragon called in his Minotaur servant.
A moment later, a Minotaur, instantly recognizable as one over a bull because of the magical aura surrounding him, entered the room. He knelt, picking up the panting, whimpering equine in his powerful arms. He was smiling softly, wearing the same sort of cuffs that the Zebracorn was... He wordlessly carried the mythical equine to a warm, comfortable looking room, laying him on the bed. "Hey stop it... put me down this instant." Hooves demanded, as the Minotaur easily picked him up and walked off with him, the myth noticing the restraints on the big bull man. "Hey... help me and I'll help you." He promised in a soft whisper, but the Minotaur didn't say a words or even act like he'd heard the offer. Lifting that stripped equine body gently on to the massive bed, the big bull man then stepped back a few paces waiting to be dismissed.
The Dragon strolled into the room a few moments later and causally told the Minotaur to leave, the big fellow walking off instantly. Laying there muzzle up on the bed, Hooves glared at the Dragon as he stroked that stripped muzzle like another might touch a trophy. "You see... I needed a Unicorn for my collection." The Dragon explained, as if it were perfectly natural to collect living beings. "Don't think I won't take care of you." He promised in a sweet sounding, but iron lined voice of ownership. "But also, don't think I won't use you." The Dragon added, sneering slightly as he thought of his plans for his sexy captive.
"Yeah well tough luck freak." Hooves snarled, clearly he wasn't planning to stick around very long, the Dragon saw the fire in those blue eyes. And thought that it was going to be a great deal of pleasure putting that fire out, and making the proud myth submit to him utter. "The only thing of mine you're going to use is my cock in your throat... you scaly creep." Hooves snorted, as the big Dragon smiled down at him, and then gathered up a bit of the Zebracorn's pre-cum on one claw tip. Before using that needle sharp claw to pierce one of Hooves thick nipples, mixing the Zebracorn's bright crimson blood with that silvery pre-cum. And then using that mixture like ink to draw a spidery rune on Hooves muzzle, magic flared and the myth suddenly found his muzzle gaping open. And unable to close, his eyes widen as he realized his mouth was now defenseless against any intrusion. "AHAHP." He protested, understanding that he couldn't keep his mouth safe anymore, his eyes rolling around.
Titus smiled, grabbing the Zebracorn by the horn again, and then dragging his muzzle up. He forced the blunt head of the equine's cock into his muzzle, laughing softly as the Unicorn was forced to work his own cockhead. His rune glowed brightly on the Hoove's nose, and in his muzzle, his cock flexed heavily. "There we are..." Titus said, laughing as the Zebracorn's pre-cum was forced into his maw, over his tongue, and down his throat in thick, heavy strings. "I'll let you get yourself off that way." He chuckled, snapping his fingers as the Zebracorn again felt his nuts dragged upward, only this time, it was from the front, forcing his body to roll up onto itself. The Dragon laughed, and then started walking over to one of the dressers that lined the walls. None of them had clothes in them... instead, there were full of toys, metal gear, bondage ropes and straps... All sorts of things for him to use to play with his new toy. He dug through the drawer, finding exactly what he wanted in a minute. A nice, silvery cock cage made just for his new pet to wear.
"Hey... wha... Uummm." Hooves protests were cut off, as the big blunt head of his own equine fucker was shoved deeper into his mouth. At first he steadfastly refused to suckle on that fat fucker, but the taste of his own pre-cum was getting to him. "Uhum..." The big Zebracorn groaned as his body was lifted up by his balls again, forcing more and more of that fat cock into his mouth. He hated the idea of doing what his captor wanted; still he was finding the whole situation insanely arousing. Unconsciously his mouth began to suck on that raging erection, his eyes half closing as the pleasure of both sucking and being sucked got to him. "Ammm... Ummm..." Hooves moaned around the throbbing cock in his throat, as his mouth grew more and more eager to please as his desires grew. Soon the myth was bucking and thrusting into his own muzzle, the magic of those restraints already affecting him.
Titus smiled darkly, looking at the runes around the ring of the cock lock in his scaly hands. 'Flaccid.' 'Soft.' 'Impotent.' 'Weak.' 'Pathetic.' 'Worthless.' All things he wanted the Unicorn to start thinking about whenever he considered his own cock. The Dragon turned, smirking slightly and gathering spit and pre-cum off the Zebracorn's chin, then rubbing it on his fingers and stuffing them up the male's ass. "There we go." He smirked, plunging those claw tipped fingers inside his struggling captive brutally. "As soon as you cum... we'll get you properly suited for your new role."
Hooves could sense the magic coming off the cock cage in the Dragon's scaly hands; he knew that it couldn't be anything good on that male enslavement device. Part of him knew that getting himself off was a mistake, that cage could only be put on him when his proud male organ was in a flaccid state... as long as he was hard he was safe. And yet he just couldn't resist the urge to orgasm, his mouth well train in pleasing males working on him eagerly. "MMMAHAHAA." Hooves moaned as the Dragon roughly shoved that finger up his tail hole, sliding it around until it found his prostate gland. That sleek black and white stripped body jerking in pleasure, as that finger rubbed over his pleasure button. Hooves eye snapping open wide at the Dragon's words, and he struggled to hold back his orgasm. But now that he was thinking about it, things seemed to move rapidly towards completion. That mighty cock head flared within his throat, cutting off his breathing and leaving him no choice but to swallow what came next. The hefty orbs quivered and drew up within his velvety black sack, and then his long cock tensed harder and harder until he could hold back any longer. "WWEHEEHEEE." The sleek Zebracorn whinnied though his long slotted equine nostrils, as a torrent of thick gooey stud milk gushed down his throat. Forcing him to gulp again and again, as his big potent nuts were emptied into his own belly. Shame and humiliation making his muzzle burn, even as the nasty Dragon looked down at him chuckling in lewd amusement.
Titus laughed at the look on the Unicorn's muzzle, smirking as he lowered him again, letting his cock flop out of his muzzle and onto his chest. Already, he was threading the ring around that big, equine member, down to the base, and tugging those big, heavy nuts through it. As soon as the Zebracorn was back in his sheath, he worked the cage around it, laughing softly as things clicked into place tightly. The runes started to glow heavily, and as they did, the Unicorn felt a sudden wash of deep embarrassment at having his cum in his stomach. It was really just... worthless... utterly unimportant seed... meaningless and inferior filth that belong in a sewer.
'Wait... Why did he feel that way? That wasn't right...' A powerful tremble ran through Hoove's body, as that intensely enchanted cock lock was locked around his spent organs. A wave of disgust suddenly invading his mind, as he thought about his locked away male organs. Almost at once he began questioning why he even had them, worthless disgusting things... completely unimportant useless lumps. What did he really need them for, he thought as the smirking Dragon wiped the spent runes off his nose. And then he began to question why he felt that way, realizing fairly quickly it must be the magic of the chastity device locked around his junk. "I'm a herd stallion." He repeated to himself, even as the idea that he really wanted to be rid of that useless flesh between his legs began to settle into his minds subconscious.
Titus smiled, stuffing his fingers into the Unicorn's gaping maw and forcing him to clean them, then pulling them free and wiping the dead rune from his broad equine nose with it. He opened the drawer next to the bed, tugging out a thick, silver stud and quietly affixing it to the Zebracorn's nipple through the hole he'd just made, laughing slightly and reaching out to grab Hooves horn, squeezing it tightly and forcing him to heal around the piercing. He laughed a little, and then casually slapped the Unicorn's cheek. "You think I don't know the tricks?" He giggled, almost giddily as he smiling down at his helpless new fuck toy. "Get a 'corn by the horn and he'll be yours from dusk 'til morn." The Dragon said, reciting the old children's rhyme with a laugh, and then slapping the Unicorn's restricted cock. "As soon as those feelings start to feel natural, we'll get you a few more." He assured in no uncertain terms, clearly he had a long term plan for shaping his latest collectable. "Maybe a butt plug that says 'Mare' on it..." The big Dragon mocked, knowing that his words would only enflame his toys lusts.
"Hey no..." Hooves grunted as his captor fitted the silver stud into the hole in his nipple, but even before he got that out the Dragon had grasped his horn. Unprepared for a battle of wills, he could only watch as the scaly forced his flesh to heal around that stud. The Zebracorn winced at hearing that old children's rhyme, the Unicorns had done their best to suppress it. For obviously reasons, Hooves groaned as his mind was floored over and over again was the thoughts that those restraints was forcing on him. "Your toys will never influence me... their pointless, useless things... Errr." Just like his stallion hood, the though sprang into his mind so sudden and surprisingly that he had to bite his tongue to keep from saying it. "Like hell... if you're lucky I'll be gone long before then..."