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It's amazing how much power a few disks of gold can hold. They can buy medicine, they can buy hope, or they can buy me.

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It had been many days since I was captured. I was just minding my own business, tilling the fields when the soldiers came. Dragons had never sent raid parties out as far as my farm in all my life, but as anyone knows, when you see dragons you run. Unfortunately I didn't run, I froze in fear, I ducked behind the plough and hoped they wouldn't see me. I had no suck luck, however, as my nose picked up the scent of blood on their swords as they surrounded me, unicorn blood. My eyes were closed but I could sense their bulk blotting out the sun. "D'awww" a gruff, reptilian voice said. "It's a cute little boy." The soldier grabbed me by the horn and as soon as I was dragged to my feet, I felt the point of a sword slide beneath my tunic and with a loud RIP take what clothes I was wearing from me.

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The soldiers dragged me to a drake, and tying me to its back I was lifted into the air. My heart stuck in my throat as we flew, leaving the unicorn territories for the dragonlands. Eventually we landed with a jolt, a sharp pain in my chest as the hard thd caught me off guard. Another soldier came and lifted me by my wrists before dragging me to the slave pens. The youngest there, all the other captured slaves looked at me sadly as my hands were bound tied to a rough-hewn post freshly jabbed into the ground. I shriveled up against that post, too scared to even speak as those dragons walked around me. They'd come and take us one by one to a room, to interrogate us I overheard one of the guards say. I closed my eyes again, thinking that if I wished hard enough this nightmare would end.

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Eventually they came for me as well. A dragon with a bored look to his face, and a pair of brass-rimmed glasses, he took a bronze knife and sliced the rope holding me to the post. Two guards framed us as we walked to the tent, my eyes trying their hardest not to meet theirs. We entered the tent, the flap closing as the guards took position to watch. The four-eyed dragon, my interrogator took a seat at a desk. The air was silent enough to carry the rasp of his breath as he dipped a quil pen in an oil well, and began scrawling notes as he occasionally glanced at me.

"Name" He suddenly barked out. My throat clamped up, my lips slapped, and nothing came out. One of the guards came up and grabbed me by the horn, and kicking my knees from beneath me I went to the ground kneeling before him. "Name" The interrogator said again, in the same dull tone.

"J-Jacob! J-Jacob Cutter!" I squeaked out, the looming bulk of that guard bringing to focus the insignificance of a name when faced with imminant death.

"Good." The fellow said. A few more minutes passed by as he scribbled notes. He began questioning me in earnest then. What I did, how old I was, the names of my parents, friends, siblings. Education, you name it I was asked it. The questions became more personal, was I a virgin, did my parents ever touch me. I balked at that last one.

"No!" I answered, my face turning red. The guard holding me before him gave a chuckle and offered to demonstrate before the interrogator shot him a bone-melting look, then a long silence.

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"Bend him over." The command came like a punch. I started to struggle against the guard's grasp as the dragon sat back. I kicked my hooves and struggled for all its worth- that only earned me my legs getting pinned between his thighs as my tail was pinned to my back as the interrogator walked forward. I shivered under his gaze as he adjusted his glasses with a claw, inspecting over my quivering pucker. By this time the other guard had joined in, more due to the boredom of watching than any need for two full-grown dragons to restrain a young unicorn boy. The inspector's claw traced around my pucker, rubbing along the stitching point where the mix of pink and black skin merged at my tailhole. I gave a whinny as a thick thumb, well greased in animal fat, sank inside me and started rubbing. I huffed and chomped, my hooves kicking the scant inches they were allowed to move. My breathing started to come quicker as my pucker was thumb-fucked, then suddenly it was withdrawn and my body bent back, belly up.

"Hmmph. He'll do." The inspector said as he eyed the pink of my shaft, its tip exposed when he had that damned digit inside me. "We have a special request, this slave will be sold before auction. Take him to the pens."

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The droning clinks of those coins stopped as I snapped from my reverie. The gold had changed hands, the transaction complete. I had been bought by a rather large dragon, his scales ruddy brown as the inspector intoned "12 gold, the boy is yours."

The dragon, my Master circled me as I shrank from him; I could already see the bulge behind his loin cloth and I knew this male had no innocent intentions. He dragged a claw down the curve of my back, those fingers slowing as they met my rump only to trace along the inside of my ass cheek. I gave a whinny, to his delight.

"Come boy. Its time you earn your price tag." and with that I was sold, the coins had proven their power over me.