The Stalker (Whitebrand and Lyanna)

[Lyanna]

Lyanna cries out for Mila again as she runs out of the room. She's nimble, but his strides are massive and she never really had a chance; he grabs her, pulls her hair back. She cries out in pain and the next thing she knows she feels a massive hand around her delicate little waist. Her robe hangs open, barely on her shoulders anymore. She thrashes and screams in his grip. "Put me down! You've taken enough already!"

[Whitebrand]

The dragon shakes his head as he casually pulled the bathrobe from Lyanna's back. Now she was as bare as a newborn and the dragon man looked her body up and down in obvious admiration.

Then he licked his lips.

[Lyanna]

She's quite helpless in his grip, really... she claws and punches at his scales and tries to wriggle free but finds it achieves nothing. Stripped down, the dragon will clearly see she takes good care of her body... and truly everything is on display as her body is entirely smooth and hairless. Those pert breasts jiggle delightfully with her struggles. She screams out for her friend again, tears welling up in her eyes and... is he pulling her closer, now?

[Whitebrand]

Here was really no other explanation for Mila's absence...the beast had gotten her first. Taken out they strongest resistor. Now there was nothing to stop him.

He opened his salivating mouth wide and lifted the helpless cat girl. The open jaws and dark, red throat filled her vision and its warm breath blew across her face. Her hair was almost immediately slicked down by the dragon's salivation.

[Lyanna]

Tears start flowing down the catgirl's face; she thrashes, claws at the creature's arms... but it can easily control them now that its other hand is free. She screams, she howls... hoping someone will help. "No no no, please! Please spare me, please I'm begging you!" Staring down that maw she trembles in terror, and soon her head is inside of it and hot breath is washing over her...

[Whitebrand]

The dragon pushed the catgirl steadily into his mouth. She couldn't see anything other than the slick tunnel of his throat. Her body was covered with saliva the second it passed his teeth...teeth he was careful to not dig into her flesh.

She could feel it when her breasts slid over then dragon's tongue she could feel the warmth enveloping them. Her arms were pinned tightly to her sides as he head slid into the right tunnel of the dragon's throat.

[Lyanna]

Her screams are soon muffled as her head is lost in the tight throat... it squeezes tightly, it hurts a bit... and now that she can't breathe with it around her head her struggles soon cease as her body tries to conserve energy. As his tongue moves over her breasts she could swear he's toying with her, moving it over her nipples. She shivers in his throat, and then her shoulders and chest start sliding down. Her slender waist should follow after very quickly and easily until her full hips enter his mouth...

[Whitebrand]

He opened his mouth a bit more to take in her hips and tail. Her kicking legs flailed uselessly as he tilted his head back to make an ally out of gravity.

Soon her legs slide into his gullet as he swallowed her down. The catgirl found herself being squeezed down between another pair of female bodies...unmistakably Mila and Chloe. He face was practically mashed into Chloe's cleavage as she slid down into the dragon's belly.

[Lyanna]

Lyanna's legs kick weakly in the air; she's exhausted from her struggles... but she could have sworn his tongue slipped between her legs for a moment there! She tries to scream but can't manage anything but a little wheeze as powerful muscles forcefully wrench her downwards. It feels like they're going to crush her, but really it'll leave a few bruises at most; not that she expects she'll live long enough for that to matter! Soon, wriggling feet disappear in to the dragon and there's no sight of the catgirl as she becomes the fifth delicious meal since she first met the creature. She is crammed in between her friends, in a writhing mass of flesh inside the tight prison of the dragon's stomach. She tries to struggle but it's so hot and tight in here she can barely breathe and there's little to do but wait for her fate.

[Whitebrand]

It didn't end right away either. The three girls sloshed and moved around as the dragon did, bobbing back and forth as he did whatever it was that he was doing...maybe cleaning up his mess.

Chloe wrapped her arms around Lyanna, and Lyanna could feel Mila do the same. Reaching for some degree of comfort in the horror of their predicament.

"I'm so...sorry," Mila gasped out, sounding weak.

Then it was over. Lyanna blinked her eyes. She was laying on the floor of a big stone-hewn chamber. She was wearing a sheer outfit that covered barely as much as Marty's uniform had...only it was somehow more comfortable. Jewels had been sewn into the cloth of the costume she wore, and she wore other bits of fine jewelry on her wrists and ankles.

Looking around she saw HIM. Her beloved master and owner, sitting on a throne in his handsome human form. At his feet were sitting Anna and Chloe in similar skimpy outfits. Behind him stood Mila, who was happily massaging his broad shoulders. The bus driver was there too, leaning on the throne on his left side. Her Master...Brand. The one who had plucked her from poverty and claimed her as his own, was now smiling down at her benevolently as she awoke from her...nightmare? Dream? Her old life was starting to fade like a dream in the morning.

How she knew all this she didn't have the slightest idea. The knowledge was simply there in her head as though it had been there all her life but had never realized it.

[Lyanna]

She tries to squeeze her friends back... maybe she feels someone else in there, hard to tell. She is too weak to speak... and soon her energy starts to fade and the gasping, trembling Lyanna feels her life slip away...

... except it doesn't.

She groans, sitting up slowly... looks herself over. Hm... the outfit is beautiful, soft; purple silk highlights her curves and she can see herself through it. See all the expensive jewelry; especially the collar around her throat. She reaches up, feels it; she doesn't understand how it's there since she finds no way it could have opened. Slowly she lifts her head and looks around, all of this is somehow familiar but feels unnatural at the same time. There's a certain sense of unease and she can't tell why as her "dreams" fade in to the background. Slowly, she rises to her feet and moves towards the throne. The jewelry jingles a bit. She recognizes her friends.

The driver seems quite content, a smile on her face looking very sincere. The rest though... they look a bit like she feels, as though they're going through the motions because they're not really sure what's going on... they know something isn't right, but also... Master is here, and they do have their duties. Lyanna can't remember when she met him, when she got here. A part of her wants to scream, or run. Instead she moves closer to the dragon and as she gets close to his throne she drops to her knees at his feet and looks up at him in awe. She is afraid, and she is excited.

[Whitebrand]

"Welcome home," Brand told her as he reached out to her. He touched her cheek in a close, loving manner. "Glad to see my favorite girl is awake."

Chloe thumped his leg.

"One of my favorites," he corrected himself. "The one who started this quest in the first place. When I first saw you...even though you were working for that...pig...I knew there was something very special about you. I had to have you. Make you mine. And now here you are."

By what right did he do this, was one of the first thoughts in her mind. He is your master, a small voice whispered back. He does as he wishes. You only benefit.

"That night you served me the Philidelphia Sushi Special," he told her. "And you were so graceful and courteous...and beautiful. A step above the girls who all just wanted to collect their paycheck and go home. You made me feel so...welcome. And now I welcome you to your new home. Luxuries you have never known are now yours...including a man who will lavish you with the affection you deserve."

His words seemed to sink into her head. As much of a suggestion as a description.

[Lyanna]

Lyanna shivers at his touch. It excites her, and she's visibly surprised by that. She smiles softly; it feels strange. Why did she do that? She looks and feels hazy, like she were drugged and not fully in control. Thinking clearly is a challenge to say the least... she sees this in her friends, too; there is a tension here.

She does try to object, her mouth opens... but she feels like that would be rude, it would be out of the question to say it right now and she's still just "awakening" in a sense. So that little voice in her head has her nodding slowly.

The memory is even a challenge, she tries to recall it but it's fighting with others as her mind tries to understand how she got here.

"Uh..." her voice is soft, breathy... a bit tired "... yes, thank you."

That soft smile remains.

[Whitebrand]

"I understand," he said with a nod. "It's all a bit overwhelming, this sudden change. Youll get used to it, I promise."

He looked for an instant as though he were going to ruffle her hair but thought better of it. Instead he let his hand drop and stood up.

"Let me escort you too your room. Ladies, I'm pretty sure you all could use some rest too."

There were murmurs of agreement from the other girls. Chloe and Anna stood up with him.

"I can't tell you how glad I am that you led me to this treasure trove of special ladies," Brand went on a he steered the bemused Lyanna down a stone brick hallway. "You bring beauty and luck."

[Lyanna]

If Brand wants the girls calling him "Master" and tripping over each other trying to eagerly serve him, that may take a while... but he knows that. Patience!

Lyanna does lean back, shying away fearfully as his hand moves close. She doesn't hide it well, her feline features make it obvious even if her expression tries to hide it. She looks to the others. Also... confused, anxious, frightened... but too shocked to do anything about it, and somehow charmed in to some amount of docility. She follows along as they move down the hallway.

They all do look excellent in their skimpy, diaphanous outfits, in the jewelry, even in those strange collars that there's no visible way to ever remove. Lyanna feels self-conscious about it, but also feels very sexy. She's contemplating this as she follows along, she and the others in a trance.

"Ah... yes, thank you" she softly answers, trying to clear the fog out of her head but having little success.

[Whitebrand]

Brand took Lyanna to a bit bedroom that was bigger than her entire apartment. It was decorated in a kind of fantasy-arabic style with lots of tapestries and curtains. It also has plenty of luxuries, including a big television and gaming setup. Lyanna also noticed her entire book and movie collection was on the shelves.

"I went through your old home and kind of extrapolated from your decor and movie selections," he said. "And I noticed that you seemed to have an affection for 'Aladdin'. If you want it decorated differently please let me know."

He was careful to keep his hands to himself, apparently aware that she was in a tender, skittish stage. There was a certain tension in the air though. He seemed to want physical contact but sensed that it was unwise at the moment.

"Chloe, you and Mila have a single room down at the end, Anna your room is just over threre and Caroline your room is right there. Please rest and get used to your new...um...'digs'."

He let them girls disperse a bit before he let them know: "You have the run of the house and property, but let me know of you want to ho anywhere else. You don't have jobs anymore, or debts, so you have nothing to worry about."

[Lyanna]

Ah, did she like this decor? That sounds a [b]bit[/i] off, but... actually it's quite nice. "Wait... what?" Her mind struggles to keep up with what's going on. She is certainly aware that what he just told her is quite creepy and it sends a chill down her spine and all the way to her tail, but she just smiles and nods... both because something tells her she should and because she doesn't want to upset the huge dragon. As soon as he leaves though, the room feels claustrophobic and confining despite being bigger than her old home. She stumbles over to what seems to be the bed, buries her face in a mass of pillows and screams as her mind reels with everything that's happening. She cries, trembles... it seems to go on for a long time but it's probably only a few minutes before she collects herself enough to sit up, wipe away her tears and scurry off to where her friends were. She doesn't knock before entering and asking bluntly:

"So this is fucking weird, right? What are we supposed to do?

She did see it earlier, the others are going through the same thing she is... and maybe collectively their clouded minds can manage to figure out what's going on.

[Whitebrand]

Chloe was shaking much like Lyanna had been. Mila was holding her in her arms as they sat on the bed. Chloes's face was tear stained and her breathing was shaky. Mila was holding up better, but she still looked rattled.

"Isn't it obvious?" Chloe asked. "He wants us! He wants us a pets...slaves! And...part of me is okay with it! Why?"

"And what he did to us," Mila added. "When we were with him at didn't even occur to me...but he hunted us and ate us...and he acts like it's no big deal!"

She tried to hold on to her anger but she looked too tired to hold on to it.

"What is he doing to us? And how?"

"Who cares," Chloe sobbed quietly. "How do we get out of here? Every time I try thinking of something the idea just...drifts away. I feel like I'm losing my mind!"

"What happens if we anger him?" Mila wanted to know.

[Lyanna]

"Yeah! Yeah..." she answers Chloe, agreeing with her assessment. She blushes at the talk of being ok with it. The catgirl slowly takes a seat on the bed beside them and listens before she answers.

"I'm finding it very hard to think right now too, it's like I'm drunk or high or something. Everything feels... confused, but..."

She shivers.

"I don't know what happens if we make him angry. Pretty clear we can't do much to him, physically. He shouldn't even be real, and this doesn't feel real either. Feels like a dream, when you're half awake. So I think... I think we just need to observe for now? Figure out... what we're up against?"

[Whitebrand]

Mila nodded.

"She's right, honey." She told Chloe. "We just watched and wait. We have an overwhelming enemy...so we wait for a mistake."

"What if he doesn't make one?" Chloe whined.

"He will," Mila assured her with a hug. "Everyone does, no matter how clever."

She rocked the distraught skunk girl, stroking her hair.

"So is all your stuff here too?" Mila asked Lyanna. "All our stuff is here. Except my weapons."