Touring the Tents; Perusing the Pens

"This is the bathhouse. It is where people go to rest and relax while the chattel get us looking our best." Princess Amneris said opening the flap to the first of many tents she showed me that day. I did a double take and flew out and around the giant tortoise twice before flying back inside, my eyes wide. "It is bigger on the inside!" I exclaimed. Amneris laughed melodically, the rest of the bathers joined in the chuckle.
"Of course, silly. It would get awfully cramped if they weren't." The chief's daughter said dipping one of her talons into the water. "Perfect as always Miko." The princess said to the closest pool of water.
"Thank you, Highness." The pool of water said back.
"They are water elementals, for the most part. Some are slime-adjin and the pools in the back are normal water controlled by undines, water mages, ect. In the way way back is a small pool of pure mana, but there will be time for that later, there is more to see, come on." The princess said, leading me out of the bathhouse and back into the afternoon sky.

"What's an 'adjin'?" I asked Amneris as she led me past a pen containing dwarfs hard at work at their forges and crafting stations. The collared slaves worked with the focused diligence of people who know that the failure to meet their quotas would be painful. My wing twitched before I remembered that this was a new body with a new back and this back would never know the sting of the lash. "I feel like that word is familiar. I know about djinn, spirits which can take human form and are hunted by down and bound by sorcerers eager to possess their power."
"I have a few djinn back in my tent, one in a tiara Daddy gave me for my 144th birthday and a set of twins bound into matching bracelets I bought in the Bazaar of Brass a few centuries back. I have not worn them in years." The princess said with an airy casualness which flabbergasted me. Kings sell their kingdoms to possess the power of a djinn. Men had reshaped continents with the power of the bound spirits, and she treated them like they were just accessories. "but adjin are half-human hybrids, sometimes called demi-humans. Humans are really, really good at crossbreeding. Pair a human with most other species and you will get some kind of interesting and exotic chattel. Adjin are always highly prized. Nearly every Best In Show at the BigThing is an adjin of some sort of another. Our kind is one of the notable exceptions, when we breed with humans, the result is always just another human, a human with the gift of magic, but still just a human. Of course, that was before..." Amneris said giving me a mischievous and lustful grin as she led me along the tour of the camp.

"So this is the orc pen. We keep them separated off, mostly for hygiene's sake. As you can see, they make for ideal waste disposals. Orcs will eat anything and their waste is some of the best fertilizer known to dragon. The land blossoms into a verdant food forest in their wake. In their wake being the operative word." Amneris said leading me onward and away from the greenskins wallowing in waste and filth.
"I am sorry, but, Best In Show at the Big what? and how come some of the orcs are moving so slowly while those pens over there are so blurry" I asked. "Forgive me, this is just all so much to take in at once."
Amneris started to blush. Her tail entangled itself with mine as she clasped my hand. "You have no need to ask for forgiveness. You are a miracle. Your coming was foretold in the oldest songs we know. We are all here for you." Amneris said beaming at me. "If Destiny wants me to be your guide on your way to leading us to dominion over the lower worlds, then I am honored to do my part in Destiny's plan. Now as for the Best In Show. You see..."

The princess explained how domesticating wild humanoids and beasts was a cornerstone of dragokhan culture and spiritual life. Their primary activity was travelling from world to world across the infinite multiverse and hunting down those specimens which might improve the quality of the tribe's livestock. "We have an obligation to uplift all the kines. Just ask any of the dogs, horses, pigs, or snakes around here if they enjoy being sentient beings with the power of speech or if they would rather be mindless animals? Sure, some wild born slaves have a rough adjustment period, but within a generation they are virtually all trainable." She went on to talk about how different beasts and slaves were used for countless purposes from food to labor to blood sports to riding mounts to alchemy to simple beauty and pleasure. "When two or more clans get together, we have a big festival we call a Thing. We trade, feast, sing, play games, have contests, but most of all, we Show off the best of our tribes livestock. There are a variety of categories for all different kines of creature. Every few years, when a lot of tribes get together for a BigThing, the **** that wins the Best in any of the major categories: melee, prayer-dancing, and the gauntlet, their bloodlines will be immortalized and their owners showered with glory. If a **** wins all three and is given the triple crown, they will elevated to a nigh exalted status, like a living god."
"I am pretty sure I get what running a gauntlet entails, and my former owner **** me to compete in a melee or two, but what is 'prayer-dancing'?" I asked.
Amneris released another of her melodic giggles. "Best I just show you." The princess said as she led me to one of the largest of the testududes. "This is the shrine." She said in a hushed whisper before crossing through the threshold curtain.

As soon as I entered the hallowed space I was overwhelmed by the aroma of incense. Slow sensuous music filled the air. Amneris descended and walked and pulled on my hand to do the same. Our talons clicked on the mosaic floor. Five enormous statues of great dragon gods towered over the central dance floor in which scantly clad humanoid slaves danced in with perfect choreography and an inhuman grace. The slaves would occasionally steal glances at the glowing eyes of the onlooking idols as they performed for their divine pleasure. Amneris pointed towards the base of the statues where a glowing golden liquid was collected. "That is pure ichor. The literal blood of the gods. Do you know what you can make out of that? To say nothing of what the demons and devils will trade for just a few drops." Amneris said. The princess watched me watching the scantly clad bois and girls moving their bodies before leading me back into the afternoon sun.

"So you asked about the quick-pens. Let me show you." Amneris glided majestically towards one of the **** pens. The pen was laid out like most of the others, a Testudude on one side of a simple fence with a gate at the other end. This pen, unlike the orc pen, included a plethora of trees which the slaves sat under for shade and forages from for fruit and leaves which seemed to provide them with most of the slaves sustenance. What made this pen unique was the people inside of the enclosure seemed to be blurs fluttering about. From time to time I would see the shape of a young boy or girl wearing a tunic staring at me, but in a flash the apparition of a child would vanish back into the blur of activity. "These are the quick-pens. When a woman becomes with child, we put her in here. A day outside is three years in there. The women are expected to spend two days under accelerated time, long enough to give birth and ween the child. The children are raised by venerable elder slaves and the matron khans of the tribe. Six days out here is eighteen years in there, and on the seventh day the **** will meet their owner, if they have one, some slaves belong to the whole tribe. Regardless, it is when the slaves move into the slow-pens." Amneris gestured to a nearby pen which happened to be holding a herd of centaurs. The half-human half-horse slaves moved like they were stuck in jello. Their every gesture and motion was unnaturally sluggish. "Different pens are kept at different speeds, but generally a minute out here is a half an hour inside, usually. Certain times of the day, like siesta time, the slow-pens sync back up with normal time to make picking bedmates easier."

"When is siesta time?" I asked.
Amneris checked the position of the sun in the sky and said. "In thirty two seconds." Thirty two seconds later, the occupants of the slow-pens went from moving with an eerie lethargy back to a state of natural motion. "Tell me, would you prefer boys or girls? Or do you feel like splitting the difference and enjoying one of each?"
"What!?!" I exclaimed. "You mean like..." I made some crude gestures to which the princess rolled her eyes.
"Yes. Fucking. The sun is in the third quarter. See..." Amneris gestured around towards the khans congregating around the pens and collecting slaves which they then led into their family's testudude. "It is customary to pregame the evening Wowpow with some late afternoon rutting." A few of the dragonoids had only a single **** in tow, more had three, four or even five slaves attending to them as they disappeared inside of their living tent, most of the khans were satisfied with two slaves, usually humanoids. "So what fancy do you want to tickle?" Amneris asked me as she gestured towards the mostly naked slaves. "You are the Iz'Ya'Guy, you can have anyone you want. Who, or what do you want?"