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@Moonie ]
After over thirty years with the same Master, finally, Puppy was seeing the stage where she'd be sold. The last time she'd been here... It hadn't really changed. Slaves were still brought to the block and put on display. The more expensive ones for last. Her Master - Previous Master - wanted the most from her and so she was dressed in sheer fabric, jewels in her hair, ears pierced with dangling rubies. As one of the last to be put on display, Puppy felt just a little bit anxious. Would her new master like her? Would he care about her? A brief look behind her to the horned man, a little nod from him and a stern look on his face.
He'd gotten what he'd wanted from her. That meant her use was up.
Once guided to the stage, the outermost layers of the sheer outfit were removed, leaving nothing to the imagination. Every curve and scale was on display, the fabric hung from her short fat tail and she turned around when guided. A few of the wealthier buyers were allowed on stage to poke and prod her and she only let her ears fold back once in distaste - though it was quickly fixed when one of them pinched her breast. An angered flush on her cheeks but she said nothing.
Puppy didn't feel humiliated - that was something she didn't comprehend anymore - but she did feel thrown away. The posture spoke for her, her head was down when not commanded to be up, shoulders slumped forward. Her black scaled hands were held together at her waist and she only glanced around. Perhaps she'd be a pet again. Finally, she lifted her head to scan the audiance of prospective buyers. The Essyrni men who were either interested in the exotic creature or looked on at her with disgust. Yellow eyes flicked to every man and woman. Some were seeking to purchase house slaves, others were looking for everything else.
A little expensive than most, the seller rattled off what buying her would gain them. Mentioning the two children she'd had which - according to him - had grown into fine strong adults. The things she knew. Singing and dancing. Cleaning, cooking. Puppy had clearly been a slave for a long time and barely looked it. Still, she smoothed her hands over the sheer fabric, puffing it out so it didn't cling to her in the beating sun when she spotted the face in the crowd.
Perhaps the longest pause she'd ever done. Puppy stood, frozen, eyes wide, mouth dropped open slightly. The ears looked familiar and she felt her own pin back for a moment before she corrected herself. That person looked like her. Puppy's heart picked up and to get a closer look she walked along the stage, a hip swaying walk before she walked back. Every movement back towards the scaled man had her staring at him.
What was he? Why did he look like her? A few times she'd seen some men that had the same scaled appearance as her in the gladiator arena, but she hadn't been there for years. Hadn't thought of it further. Simply thought they were slaves like her but this man... He was free and...
Puppy wanted that one. Quickly she tore her eyes away and shifted her hips again, moving to stand in the middle of the stage when the bidding finally started. For the most part, she tuned out everything, eyes closed, head ducked down until finally she heard the word "sold!" and was guided into the back room of the tent. The shade was a blessing and she was given the rest of the sheer clothing. The leathery winged horned master of before looked down at Puppy, waiting with her to collect.
"You provided me with two very strong gladiators," His voice was husky and it sent a shiver through her body, mouth opened slightly before she looked up at him, ears back.
"Master..." Her voice was soft and she reached up for him, but her hands were pushed away and he grabbed her chin, leaning down and giving her one last deep kiss.
"But you haven't in twenty years," he looked down at her fondly before taking her breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over his nipples and giving a somewhat forlorn sigh. Puppy just looked up at him, sad. "So, this is your best chance at something
other that being a gladiator play thing for the rest of your life and I like you
far too much to break you," he stopped playing with her chest before he looked her up and down. Plenty erotic. Perfect. Her master smirked and turned her around, hands on her shoulders, a finger caressing her neck.
Puppy leaned back into her old master, eyes closed waiting so goods could be exchanged. Deep breaths. The familiar sound of Master moving his wings impatiently and Puppy sighed, hands at her side.