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New Pride, New Priorities

Part 2

For Repanbo

By Draconicon

The dragon had arranged a great many surprises, it seemed, and the lionesses were not entirely ready for the various bits of gear that were set out for them. Ranging from little circular clamps that seemed almost perfectly sized for their nipples to plugs that started narrow and widened out towards the base to a great extent, to shackles that looked more suitable for slaves than for hunters, it just seemed to go on and on. Sura's mouth hung open as she looked over the collection, shaking her head slowly before finally looking up at the pearlescent dragon.

"What...is all this?"

"Your gear," Gann said with a broad smile. "You can't compete for this without the proper equipment, now, can you?"

"I feel that it would be possible we could."

"I think that you'd find yourself wrong. At least, in my opinion. Master has his tastes, after all."

"Tastes that include his...competitors...being marked as less than him?"

"Don't think of it like that. Think of it as looking your best."

That did not make her feel much better, though the wetness between her legs continued to flow. She looked at the collection of various bits and bobs, and imagined what it would feel like to be outfitted - or rather, afflicted - with them.

The shackles were not too bad, though she imagined that her running speed would drop by some way when she put them on. The weight that they represented would be a huge hurdle for any kind of quick movement, considering that they'd be dragging her down, weighing her feet to the earth again and again. The constant rubbing of the metal against her legs would only remind her of their presence, too.

She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She really wasn't.

The rest were more foreign to her. She knelt down, squatting on the balls of her feet, and picked up one of the plugs. She held it in hand, running her fingers over the strange substance. Not metal or glass, but something softer, something that seemed to have a little give to it as she squeezed it.

"What is this?" Sura asked.

"Oh, that's a butt plug."

"...A butt...plug..."

She looked at it, then looked down, then back up again.

"You mean -"

"Yep."

"...Is this still your master's tastes?"

"He has a preference for women that like anal."

"..."

"You should be ready for that. The, heh, reward at the end will involve that thing going right up your ass."

Sura and all the other lionesses turned back to the dildo that was still planted in the sand, almost like a phallic flag sticking up from the ground. The idea of taking that between her legs had been...interesting, to say the least, and it had contributed to the wetness that was running down her thighs.

The idea of taking it under her tail...that was a little more intimidating.

"Is this...truly required?" she asked.

"Yep."

"For all of us?"

"Yep."

"..."

"Well, you could change your mind and go...but that's the wimp's way out."

Sura wasn't entirely sure what a 'wimp' was, but the way that the dragon said it, she didn't think that it was anything good. And even as she hesitated, Nilu had already stepped forward, the pale-furred lioness squatting over one of the other plugs. She had taken it between her legs, rubbing the tip against her sex, and let out a playful moan for the rest of the lionesses to hear.

Before their eyes, she rode it, taking the whole thing into her pussy. It was a simple drop, but all of them stared as her pussy 'popped' as the full thing disappeared inside of her, watching as she took it like some beast taking the knot of its mate. She held herself there for a moment, smirking as she rolled her hips from side to side, then gripped the base and pulled herself off with another soft 'pop.' The plug glistened with her juices as she rolled her hips backwards, pushing her ass towards it.

That was a slower ride, and Sura could almost feel the plug moving between her cheeks as she watched, a phantom sensation of sympathy as she watched the other female take it. The slickness from her sex obviously helped Nilu take it, but even the more amorous lioness was struggling with the sheer size the further she went. Down, down, down the plug she slid, and further and further spread her hole. The soft, pink flesh grew more and more red with trapped blood, her mouth starting to hang open, her breath coming faster.

She reached the widest point of the plug, then slid up, pulling the thing with her as she went onto her tiptoes. She reached back with one hand, holding it in place, huffing and puffing, and Sura could not help but imagine just how tense that must be, how it would feel to have her hole stretched out that far.

With one final push, Nilu managed to ram the whole thing inside of her, locking the plug inside with a soft 'pop' as it passed through her rim. She gasped for breath as it did, shivering and almost falling over.

"So...big..."

"I'm guessing you've had some anal experience before," Gann said with a chuckle.

"Some...not this...this large..."

"My master will stretch you further still - oh, you like that thought, huh?"

They could all tell that Nilu liked that thought. Her sex all but gushed at Gann's words, and the plug base flicked and danced inside her. But there was something else, something that didn't quite explain the gasping that came from the pale-furred lioness.

Gann patted her head as he looked at the rest of them.

"The plugs are soft, but there's a reason for that. Each one is infused with a potion that will sensitize your insides. The more that you squeeze, the more potion is released, and the more sensitive you will become. As you run around with the plugs buried inside you, you will slowly become accustomed to it, but I promise. By the end of the first round, not one of you will be against the idea of taking someone up the ass. It might just become your favorite thing."

Though she doubted that, Sura was somewhat grateful that there was a way to make this easier for them. She looked at the plug again, shaking her head as she imagined how much of an effort this was going to be. There had been few occasions for partners in the sands, and fewer still that had wanted more than a quick shot at breeding her. This...this was going to be a challenge.

But at least she'd get to see Ra'jira blush as she struggled in the same way.

The plug wasn't the end of it, nor the worst of it, though it was the piece that was most consistently distracting. She had never had something just stay in her like that, and it was hard to get used to the feeling of her pucker being pushed out, stretched, and made to stay like that while others were around.

She shifted from foot to foot, feeling the heat of the sand beneath her toes. That feeling was more prominent, growing as the shadows of the trees faded away, drawn by the sun in different directions. The shackles along her ankles meant that her feet were dragged into the earth with greater force than usual, and it meant that every little step, every shift of her position, carried a little bit of discomfort with it. The bottoms of her feet were already getting coated in sand since she was starting to sweat, and she didn't know how long she would be able to run with that sort of problem.

Bzzz.

Sura hissed, her breath coming fast and sharp at the new buzzing feelings at her chest. She looked down at the metal circles clamped around her nipples, pulled tight to make the little nubs show through her fur. They buzzed at random intervals, vibrating against her, and every time they did, it sent a tremor of pleasure straight through her. It was sharp and shocking every time, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

And it wasn't the only vibrating thing. There was something else, something that slid right over her clit and made her think about what it would do when it went off. It covered her clit and hood, making it impossible for her to touch herself, and that...that worried her.

The rest of the lionesses were outfitted the same as she was, and they were both more and less comfortable. Nilu looked like she was almost posing with her various bits of gear, strutting forward and swaying her hips as she walked around Gann, while Ra'jira was doing everything in her power to try and cover up. She was huffing, gasping when the buzzing went off, trying not to collapse as her larger breasts were teased, and it was clear that the warrior woman was having a hard time keeping her footing.

No surprise, really. She was far more used to staying armored than the rest of them were, and probably relied on that protection.

Shaking her head, Sura did her best to stand up straight, though the plug in her ass made that a little bit difficult. She had to fight the urge to pant and gasp at the weird pleasures that it forced through her, the way that every time she clamped down.

Buzz.

Squelch.

"Nnngh..."

The sudden pulse of pleasure that hit her nipples was enough to make her clench down again, and she felt the plug release some of its potion. It was warm in her ass, warm and wet before it was absorbed, and then -

"Ha...ha..."

Oh, she understood what Nilu had been going through now. She could feel the caressing touch of the wind passing near her pucker, could feel the soft feeling of the plug's base touching and rubbing her hole. It was hot and slippery and all kinds of naughty, and it made her wet to feel it shifting around.

"Mmmph..."

"Ah!"

"Oh..."

"Mmmm..."

"Ooooooh!"

The moans that rose from the cluster of lionesses was as loud and lewd as one could imagine. Every sound came from a lioness that might as well have been in the first stages of heat from how sensitive and wanting it sounded, and Sura blushed at the fact that she was no better. She felt that, if Gann showed any interest in her, she'd have to fight herself not to fall to all fours and display for him.

She imagined the same was true for all the lionesses. The hungry gazes that they shared to share with the speckled dragon were intense, and were not limited just to his cock.

He seemed to realize the state that he had left them in, and took a few steps back. Nilu tried to follow, only for Ra'jira to grab her by the tail and yank her back.

"GAH! You - why did you do that?" the pale-furred lioness asked, rubbing the base of her tail.

"He is not the prize."

"So?"

"Save yourself for the prize, or you will be broken by it."

"Heh, says the armored prude that can barely stand."

"You - nnngh!"

Ra'jira shivered, biting her lips, and Sura could see her juices already running down her thighs, her eyes closing for a moment as the pleasure hit her harder than usual. She felt the same sort of shock as her own nipple clamps buzzed against her, and she clenched down, and that fed into the same cycle.

Most of the lionesses were struggling to stay on their feet, their juices running down their thighs and glistening in the hot sun. They growled deep in their throats as they looked the dragon in the eye, and Sura forced herself to speak.

"You said...you said that this was a competition. What kind...of competition?"

"Oh, yes. I was waiting for that. Okay. This is what you need to do."

Gann stomped the ground, and the sand jumped in front of him, rising up into an earthen table. He ran his hand over the top of it, and the earth changed, taking on a map-shape. The lionesses stepped forward. Whether warrior, lone hunter, banished, or scout, they were all familiar with this. They leaned in, looking at the course presented.

"You're starting here," Gann said, tapping the right side of the table. "And you'll follow this line straight ahead, through sand, rocks, and eventually a kind of stone maze. This is the easy part; all you have to do is keep moving with the new accessories that you have on. When you get to the stone maze, just keep going, and get through to the other side.

"Once you read the other side, you'll find a set of weights. You'll put this over your shoulders, and you'll get a little surprise. I won't spoil it, but it will mean that you'll have a little more difficulty for the next part."

The lionesses were not best pleased about that revelation, but they knew that they were getting paid for this. Supplies for a year, they reminded themselves. Supplies for a year at the very least, and more if they did well. Sura and others nodded, and Gann continued.

"Once you get the weights, you'll continue. The desert starts fading into a series of rocks and blasted lands here, complete with a series of corrupted little beasties."

"What do you mean, corrupted?" Ra'jira asked.

"Oh, little tentacles, plants that will try and slow you down, that kind of thing. Living flora that gets a little naughty."

Sura winced. Not in a bad way, but in memory of one such corrupted grove that she had found in the endless sands. Not all oases were entirely safe for those that didn't know what they were doing, after all. They did provide some good...company, however, and that was something that she had availed herself of more than once. The plants could be quite...pleasurable, but only if you knew how to get away from them when you were done.

Looking around the rest of the females, she could tell that not all of them understood what the dragon threatened them with. That was fine with her; less contestants that could easily fight their way through.

"Once you're through that obstacle course, we reach the final part," Gann explained, pointing to the far end of the map, where a little triangle marked what she assumed was a settlement. The dragon confirmed as he continued. "This is a little village that we've set up for the final part of the course. You need to get through the various villagers and reach the village square. The first half of you that reach it - or at least, the first half of those left by the time that you get to the village - will be allowed to go through to the second round. The rest of you will be sent back home with all the supplies that you could want."

"And...what stops us from getting to the village square?" Ra'jira asked.

"Mostly? Horny villagers. They're not going to hurt you, but by the time that you get there, you'll be so horny and in heat that it'll be hard for you to say no. You'll want any attention that you can get, and there's going to be plenty of those willing to give it at the village. They won't rape you, but...well, you know how you're feeling now?"

"Like a bitch in deep heat," Nilu said.

"Right. Well, that's going to get about ten times worse by the time that you get to the village, and with the various things going on, you won't be able to just satisfy yourself on the way."

That...altered a few plans, Sura had to admit. She had been thinking that there might be times when, if she got a good enough lead, she could sit down and tease herself over the edge a few times, but if there were countermeasures to keep that from happening, this heat was going to get worse and worse before it got better. Even now, feeling like she was on the edge of orgasm just from the regular buzzes and the constant shifts of position of the plug inside her ass, she could feel her attention shifting and waning and going all over the place. If she had to deal with this for hours - or heaven forfend, days - then she wasn't sure what kind of mental place she was going to be in by the time that they reached the village. Would she even be herself, at that point? It was a hard question to answer.

"Any questions?" Gann asked.

There were none. The lionesses looked at each other, and then shook their heads en masse.

"Great. Oh, and one more thing."

"Oh, what now?!" Ra'jira yowled.

"Just a little thing for everyone. One more thing for my master."

Gann stomped his foot again, and the table disappeared. In its place was a small puddle of water, no deeper than one's ankles, but with clear, cool liquid running through it. The lionesses looked at it suspiciously as the dragon gestured at it.

"Get a good drink...and then run through it."

"...Why?" Ra'jira asked.

"Heh, I want that to be a surprise."

"Will it hurt us?"

"Um, not really. But you do need something to drink before you go, and then we can get to the fun stuff."

'Not really' wasn't the same as a 'no,' Sura thought. That said, he was right. They would need water before they started running through the desert, and she was already thirsty. The wetness running from her sex and the sweat popping out from other parts of her meant that she risked dehydration if she didn't fill up before they kept on.

So, she was the first to kneel, and then go to all fours. She cupped her hand and pulled the water to her mouth. It was cool, and more important, sweet and clean. More water followed, and the other lionesses soon followed her example, drinking everything that was offered and more.

Despite how thirsty they all were, the water level never went down, and even when they stood, it seemed like it had only grown. It was still shining, and now that she was properly watered, she felt a little more concerned about what it would do moving forward.

Gann had shifted over to the side, his arm in the air. It was the signal for a race start, she realized, and she knew that there was no more time for questions. She took her place, one foot forward, the other back, ready to run through the water and make her way through the desert.

Fast as you can. Fast as you can. Ignore everything else, and just focus on moving, she told herself.

Taking a deep breath, she waited...and waited...and waited...

And then Gann finally dropped his arm. The lionesses were off like a shot, darting in and through the water. There was a splash, a tingle, and then -

"GAH!"

"NNGH!"

"OOF!"

"Nnnnnnngh!"

They were hissing and gasping and groaning as soon as they hit the hot sand on the other side, their eyes going wide but their legs refusing to stop. They kept running even as their sensitive soles all but burned against the hot sand.

Yet, for all that they were soaked, the sand did not stick to them, and the heat only seared them, not harmed them. They were able to keep moving, even as every step made them want to run faster, push harder. Sura pushed herself harder still, her eyes watering as each long, loping stride pulled at the plug inside her, clenching down on it and making her think of her ass more and more. The sensation was so foreign, and yet, at the same time, so hard to ignore.

As she ran, as she settled into the familiar long stride that had carried her through her own desert for so long, she tried not to think about what would happen at the end of this. She tried not to think about how all these things implied that Gann's master was a pervert of the highest order, or what he would demand from those that served him.

She tried not think about what it would feel like to give in to those urges and just serve them, because that was starting to sound pretty damn good.

Gann disappeared from one view, and reappeared in another. The one watching him and the lionesses turned from the viewing portal long-since conjured, looking over his shoulder at the speckled dragon. The black-scaled mage smiled, shaking his head a few times as his servant stepped out of his own teleportation portal.

"You really did a number on them, getting them started."

"I know that you'd approve."

"Oh, I do, but doesn't change the fact that you whammied them hard."

"Heh, are you complaining, master?"

"Nope."

"Then I did the job right."

As his servant came to stand beside him, Draconicon reached out with one hand, patting Gann's ass. It was soft and plush, though the dragon himself was quite the masculine male. Aside from the fishnet stockings and eye shadow and other things that he wore, of course. That was all something to feminize a very heftily-endowed male, indeed.

As he rolled his hand along those lovely ass cheeks, though, his eyes were drawn again and again to the spell that followed the lionesses across the sands. They were running at various speeds, most of them at a good clip, while some of them were holding back, saving energy. They were going to be the ones that ended up having a problem catching up later; the course was meant to be run hard, rather than conservatively, and the desert would drain their energy little by little rather than allowing them to retain it.

His eyes followed them, watching those swaying rump cheeks, drifting down to feet that were bespelled to sensitivity and to repel the sands to keep an unobstructed view of them, and he chuckled to himself. His cock rose slowly from between his legs as he enjoyed the naked show, shaking his head.

"Gann, you really did find a great deal of beautiful females here."

"I'm glad that you approve, Master."

"I think that we'll have fun with them."

"We?"

"I think that you deserve some fun, too."

"Ah, but - Master, they're for you."

"Oh, I didn't say that you'd be fucking them."

The black dragon slid a finger under his servant's tail, slowly pushing it in. Gann shivered, going up on tiptoes, going from a happy little male to a shivering little sissy in the space of little more than a second. He wiggled his finger against the dragon's prostate, pressing that button to get that big dick rising.

"Look at you. You know what you were thinking out there."

"I - Master, I -"

"You were thinking of how good it would feel to submit to one of those amazons."

"Mmph..."

"To have your head buried between her thighs..."

"Nnngh..."

"To have her lording it over you for a bit...to have those muscles and curves pressed against you as she made you moan her name..."

"Nnngh...M-Master..."

"You'll get that...but for now, wriggle your way between my legs, and put your mouth to work on me. I'll enjoy the show, and you can get ready for your part."

Gann obeyed quickly, sliding between the dragon's legs with alacrity. His warm breath teased the black dragon's cock for a half-second before Gann's mouth was busy with something else entirely. Something far more pleasurable to the both of them. Draconicon leaned his head back, savoring the warmth of the other dragon's mouth as he watched the swaying asses of the naked lionesses running through the desert. Their breaths were catching, their eyes rolling back, and he knew that the various spells and teases that they were going through were slowly having an effect on them. They were losing their minds to the pleasure, little by little, and that would make the rest of their journey through the desert all the more enjoyable, for him and for them.

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Sura panted for breath as she reached the stone maze, her mouth hanging open as she leaned against the great stone walls that stood before her. The entrance was immediately to her right, but she had to stop, if only for a few seconds, to catch her breath. The run, the charge through the desert, had drained her more than she expected.

Not from the fact that it was a hard run, nor from the heat, though neither of those had been helpful. No, it was entirely down to the fact that she couldn't stop thinking of the plug in her ass, or -

"Nnngh..."

Her knees knocked together as her nipple clamps and the thing over her clit vibrated in tandem with one another. They took her right to the edge of orgasm, and it took everything that she had not to tumble down to her knees right after it hit her. She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so badly that it hurt, and everything in her ached and burned with that same need. It was so close, right there, right fucking there, but she couldn't get herself over the edge. Her thighs were soaked with her own juices, and her mouth hung open as she squirmed, rising onto her tiptoes.

Her feet...

Goddess, her feet burned with the heat of the desert. It felt as if someone had held coals to her soles, or dangled her over a campfire for hours, making her feel the caressing waves of the heat. It should have been an insufferable indignity, something that made her want to scream, but to her surprise, there was something about it that was...pleasurable. The pain, the heat, the torment of running barefoot through the desert had only made her wetter, needier, and she struggled to keep from thinking about it and the weight of the shackles that made her run with a heavier step than usual. All she wanted...all she needed...

She didn't even know anymore. Her pussy ached, yes, and it felt sensitive, but so did her ass. She reached behind herself, rubbing under her tail, and she could feel that her pucker was no longer just a little thing. It was puffy, soft and supple and a little squishy, and she almost came right there as she touched herself, rising up on tiptoes once more. The feeling of her body rebelling like this, pushing against her to make her feel this...this slutty, was both embarrassing and arousing.

What was wrong with her?

Why did she enjoy this?

The puffing sound of another lioness approaching caught her attention, and she looked over her shoulder. The wobbling breasts of Ra'jira caught her eye, and she looked up to see that the other woman was grunting with effort. She must have been in hell; her face was as red as she had ever seen another lioness, and her fur, a darker sort of shade of cream, was drenched with sweat and more. She looked as if she was as humiliated as one could be, but at the same time, determined to keep going.

Sura fell in step with her, running together through the maze. She realized that her hips were swaying more, now that she could see how someone else was running, and knew that it was her body trying to keep up with the plug that kept teasing it. They were both running in a way that kept it from squeezing and releasing more of the potion, but it meant that they didn't entirely run like hunters. They ran like seducers, like they were trying to get eyes on their rumps rather than anywhere else.

"Mmmph...Holding up?" Sura muttered as they jogged through the narrow passage.

"Well enough...you?" Ra'jira asked.

"...Trying."

"Burning?"

"Lots. You?"

"Used to it."

"Liar."

"True." Ra'jira groaned. "Never thought...I'd miss a bra."

"Looks good on you."

"Liar."

"Not that into females...but you got a good pair."

"And you've got a good rump."

She took that as a compliment, or did her best to. Having her ass complimented by a female was kind of new. She looked around.

"Seen Nilu?"

"Got ahead of me," Ra'jira admitted. "Ran fast right from the start."

"Hmmph."

"Wasting her energy."

Sura wasn't so sure about that. They were making it through the desert at a good clip, to be sure, but that didn't mean that they were wasting their energy. The whole race hadn't taken that long, perhaps half an hour to get from the starting point to the maze. If the maze wasn't too long, it might take ten minutes to get from the start to the finish. If the whole course was that short, then that meant that they could reach the village before nightfall if they were pushing themselves as hard as they could.

And that would mean that they'd get there without losing their will to resist when the other villagers started pushing for what they wanted.

Sura wanted to think that she could resist anything that they offered. She wanted to think that there was a power to being so independent, to working alone for as long as she had, but even now, just feeling the squishing and squelching inside of her asshole, she knew that just the flash of a cock or a tongue in the right way would get her interested. She'd be tempted to hang back and let someone touch her in a way that she wouldn't normally do. That...

That was actually sounding really good, particularly if they were going to -

"GAH!"

They reached a point in the labyrinth where the sun touched the stone, taking it from shade to heat again. Sura stumbled, almost falling head over heels from how slippery her feet had become, and barely managed to catch herself. Ra'jira shook her head in sympathy, but kept moving forward. A moment later, Sura followed.

Ten minutes later, they reached the edge of the labyrinth without consequence. What they saw, however, made them groan as soon as they laid eyes on it. And it wasn't just because Nilu had beaten them there and was pinned under her own weight, her ass in the air and her asshole puckering and her pussy dripping.

"This dragon...has an absurd sense of humor..." Ra'jira said.

"You're telling me," Sura agreed.

The End

Summary: The lionesses are outfitted, and then sent on their first run.

Tags: F/solo, M/M, Dragon, Lioness, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Oral, Plug, Butt Plug, Large Plug, Vibrators, Anal Training, Barefoot, Running, Series, Wet, Edging,