Enslaved

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 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 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 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.

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