The ruforum liked it and I decided to duplicate it here, sorry for the machine translation. 
First chapter
RanDagon entered the office with a slight tremor in his hoof. His black fur shone under the fluorescent lights, and his emerald mane, gathered in a careless ponytail, set off his bright green eyes. The scars on his sides and back betrayed a difficult past, but now he was more concerned about the present — a new position as a manager at a large corporation, Darkk Flow.
Movmav, a snow—white griffin with powerful wings and piercing eyes, was waiting for him behind the glass door of his office. His golden eyes studied the newcomer with cold interest, but a faint smile quivered at the corner of his beak.
— RanDagon, right? His voice was low and velvety, and the unicorn felt a slight shiver run down her spine.
—Yes,— the unicorn nodded, trying not to look down. — But you can just Dagon.
— Okay, Dagon, — Movmav leaned back in his chair and his wing touched the next chair.
You will be under my command. I hope you’re ready for a… busy schedule.
RanDagon didn’t know if it was a hint or a figment of his imagination, but his ears twitched.
The first weeks were spent working hard, but the more time they spent together, the more often their gazes lingered on each other longer than necessary. Movmav was strict but fair, and his powerful paws with claws clutched folders with documents so confidently that RanDagon caught himself thinking: “How would they feel on my skin?”
One evening, when the office was empty, Movmav detained him at his place.
— You made a mistake in the report today, — said the gryphon, slowly approaching.
RanDagon felt his heart beat faster.
—I’ll… fix it."
— I know, — Movmav was so close that his feathers touched the unicorn’s chest. —But first, the punishment.
Their lips merged in a burning kiss, and the powerful Movmav wings surrounded RanDagon, pressing her to her body. The unicorn sighed, feeling his body react treacherously to every touch.
“Will you obey me, RanDagon?” — the griffin whispered, running a claw over his neck.
—Yes…— he whispered, already feeling like he was losing control.
Movmav smiled and easily lifted him up, sitting him on the table.
— Then show me how ready you are… to work on your mistakes.
Chapter 2, The Appearance of the Auditor
The office floor froze in tension as Mainz, a tall, slender man with cold eyes and impeccable manners, walked down the corridor. His fingers, encased in black gloves, clutched a folder with reports, and his heels thudded on the floor, as if counting down the seconds to debriefing.
He was the company’s chief auditor, and everyone was afraid of him — except, it seems, Movmav.
RanDagon was sitting at his desk, nervously sorting through papers, when an assistant came up to him and whispered:
— Mainz calls you to his office.
The unicorn’s heart sank. He knew that yesterday’s report wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t think it would attract the attention of the “Ice Inspector” himself.
The Mainz office was sterile, with no unnecessary details. He was sitting at the table, not looking up, when RanDagon timidly entered.
— Close the door.
The voice was quiet, but so sharp that RanDagon flinched.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Mainz finally looked up. His eyes were ice-blue, but there was something… strange in them.
—I… made a mistake in the report,— RanDagon muttered, lowering his head.
“A mistake?” Mainz stood up abruptly, and his shadow covered the unicorn. "You didn’t just make a mistake. You have shown unprofessionalism, and this is unacceptable in this company.
RanDagon felt a chill run down his spine. He wanted to apologize, but Mainz had already come close, his breath almost touching the unicorn’s muzzle.
— Do you think that since Movmav is taking care of you, you can get away with anything? “What is it?” he hissed, and something personal suddenly broke through in his voice.
RanDagon froze. What did he mean by that?
But before he could reply, the door of the office was flung open.
—Here I am."
Movmav stood in the doorway, his wings slightly spread, and his golden eyes glowed with cold fire.
Mainz fell silent. A slight blush covered his cheeks, and his fingers gripped the edge of the table so that his knuckles turned white.
—I was… just doing a routine check," he muttered, suddenly looking away.
Movmav slowly entered, deliberately standing between them.
— Has the check been completed?
Mainz nodded, not daring to look up.
—Then RanDagon, you’re free."
The unicorn, not believing his luck, hurriedly retreated, but did not have time to close the door when he heard the quiet, trembling voice of Mainz:
“Movmav… we need to talk.”
In the hallway, RanDagon leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath.
Chapter 3,Helper
An hour after the strange scene in Mainz’s office, Movmav came out with a satisfied grin, adjusting the feathers on his chest. His wings were relaxed, and there was smug amusement in his golden eyes.
RanDagon, still digesting the incident, was sitting at his desk when the shadow of the griffin covered him.
— Well, emerald, — Movmav pulled him to himself with a wing, and the warm smell of his feathers mixed with the light scent of expensive perfume. “Do you want to meet my toy?”
Before RanDagon could respond, Movmav quickly typed a message on his phone, and after a couple of minutes the elevator opened.
The door opened, and a figure in a suit that clearly emphasized all the curves came out.
Marty_Hoffman is brown, with velvety fur, neat ears and a timid, almost human gait. His big yellow eyes are lowered to the floor, and his cheeks are flushed. He carefully holds a steaming cup of coffee in his paws.
—Here, sir…— he handed the drink to Movmav, his voice low, almost a whisper.
The griffin lazily accepted the coffee, sipping it with obvious pleasure, and then ran his claws over the cat’s head, as if stroking an obedient pet.
— RanDagon, this is Marty_Hoffman. My personal assistant. - Movmav grinned, noticing how the unicorn’s gaze clings to the collar with the “Helper” tag around the cat’s neck. “He’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
Martin_hoffman cringed, but nodded, still not looking up.
—Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do." Movmav stretched lazily, taking one last look at RanDagon. "Make no mistake, he’s a genius at what he does.
And with that, the gryphon departed, sipping coffee and leaving a trail of understatement behind him.
Silence.
RanDagon and Marty_Hoffman stood opposite each other, one in mild shock, the other in vain attempts not to burn with shame.
The unicorn coughed. —You… really are his…
—P-please don’t ask. — Martin_hoffman covered his face with his paws, ears flattened. “I’m just… doing what I’m told.”
Chapter 4,Restaurant
The end of the working day. The office was empty, leaving only a tired @RanDagon sorting through papers. Suddenly, a heavy paw descends on his head, claws slightly digging into his emerald mane.
“You’ll remember everything soon, baby,” Movmav says in a low, purring voice. His wing hugs RanDagon, hugging him to his powerful chest. — I promised to show you to new friends. They liked you.…
The unicorn is trembling, feeling goosebumps running down his spine.
“Can I borrow you for a couple of days if you’re being naughty?” The griffin licks his lips, and a predatory gleam flashes in his golden eyes.
RanDagon doesn’t have time to answer— Movmav is already leading him to the elevator, holding his wrist tightly.
Half an hour later, they arrive at a luxury hotel, whose stained glass windows sparkle in the night. Movmav slows down sharply, opens the glove compartment, and a black leather collar falls into RanDagon’s lap.
"Just for tonight,— grins the gryphon, running a claw over the unicorn’s neck. — Don’t worry, there’s no tag yet.… but everything is ahead.
RanDagon swallows, but obediently puts on the collar.
The restaurant looks more like a palace — crystal chandeliers, heavy velvet curtains, dim lights. Movmav goes ahead, its white feathers look even brighter in this semi-darkness.
And RanDagon hobbles after him, blushing to the tips of his ears.
The collar burns your skin, but you can’t take it off.
They approach a table hidden at the back of the room, where two men are sitting.
Movmav presses the unicorn with his wing, demonstrating ownership, and says softly but clearly:
— These are two important people from the main office.
Then he bends down to RanDagon’s ear to whisper:
— If you behave badly…
"The Sith will take you to his basement.(The Sith blows smoke without changing his expression.)
- And MacDonald… (He smiles broadly, and RanDagon notices that his fangs are too sharp.)
"…he likes to be resisted.
RanDagon shudders, but says hello quietly.
Sith silently puts out his cigarette, looking at him as if he were a thing.
MacDonald laughs, running his tongue over his lips.
Movmav purrs contentedly, stroking RanDagon’s back.
“Well, emerald…” his voice sounds like a promise. "You’re ours now.
RanDagon understands that there is no turning back.
Chapter 5. The Basement of the Sith
@RanDagon and @Lord_Sith
The Sith Mansion towered in the night as if made of dark granite, its sharp spires digging into the low clouds. Randagon stumbled over the threshold, but the chain around his neck jerked him forward—abruptly, without warning.
"Don’t make me drag you, unicorn,— the Sith’s voice was as steady as a blade.
The stone steps under RanDagon’s feet were icy cold, and muffled groans mixed with metallic clangs could be heard from the dungeon.
Room.
Huge, illuminated by a dim scarlet light. Chains hung from the ceiling, leather belts with buckles lay on the table, and something that looked like a taser flickered in the corner.
The Sith was unbuttoning his cuffs, staring at RanDagon with cold gray eyes.
“Take off your clothes.”
The unicorn froze, but trembling fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt.
— Hurry up.
His clothes fell to the floor, revealing a black, scarred hide. The Sith walked slowly around him, stopping at each old scar.
— Movmav said that you are… malleable.
The claw ran down his back, leaving a thin red stripe.
— Let’s see.
With a metallic click, a chain from the ceiling wrapped around RanDagon’s wrists, yanking him up sharply. He screamed, but the Sith was already holding an ice knife to his chest.
"You’re shaking… okay.
The blade slid down, not cutting, but threatening.
“I’m not going to hurt you… today.”
Suddenly, a whip strike — a fiery streak on the hips. RanDagon bit his lip, but did not hold back a groan.
The Sith smiled.
— Louder.
The game has begun
The whips left scarlet trails on his back.
The teeth of the metal comb dug into the skin in even rows.
Bite on the neck — until it bleeds.
RanDagon was losing his sense of time, his body ached and burned, but…
Something inside him was… waking up.
The Sith chained him to the wall, the chain on his collar stretched to the limit.
— Did you think that you would only entertain Movmav? He brought his lips close to RanDagon’s ear, biting the lobe. “You belong to me now, too.”
A snap of the handcuffs — and the darkness swallowed the unicorn, leaving only *the Sith’s whisper:
— Tomorrow it will be worse.
RanDagon woke up in a cage, covered with someone else’s leather jacket.
Movmav was standing behind the bars, laughing.
— Well, emerald… Did you like it?
There was only a groan.
But there was something new in RanDagon’s eyes.…
Chapter 6. The Finale
The silence in the office was oppressive, as if before a storm.
The Sith entered without warning, his black suit blending into the shadows, and his cold gray eyes slowly glided over the trembling staff. He walked noiselessly to the Movmav office, pushed back his chair and sat down, putting a thin folder with a red label in front of him.
Mainz stood behind him, unnaturally pale, his fingers clutching the tablet convulsively. He knew what was coming.
—Let’s begin,— the Sith’s voice cut through the air like a blade.
One by one, the staff was called into the office.
And with their eyes downcast, they left the office in oppressive silence.
RanDagon sat at his desk, feeling the chain of the collar (which he now wore constantly) pressing down on his throat.
Sith deliberately missed him, but every time their gazes met, a smile trembled at the corner of his lips.
An hour later, the office door swung open.
MacDonald came in, his red mane tousled, and his eyes were burning with hunger. He looked lazily around the room until his gaze fell on @Marty_Hoffman.
—Oh, who’s that cutie?"
The cat flattened its ears, but there was nowhere to run.
MacDonald took him by the scruff of the neck, lifted him up and showed him to the Sith like prey.
“Take it away?”
The Sith nodded without looking up from the documents.
"He’s already been trained. Don’t break it.
MacDonald grinned broadly, ran a claw over Marty_Hoffman’s collar, and whispered:
“You’re going to scream louder than they do.”
And he dragged him away with him, to the soft moans of the cat’s hopelessness.
When the office was empty, Sith abruptly stood up and moved towards RanDagon.
— To the office.
The unicorn obediently went, feeling the floor give way under his feet.
Movmav’s office now belonged to Sith—all the same feathers in a glass box, but the smell… was different. Harsh, like alcohol and metal.
“On your knees.”
RanDagon lowered, the collar chain clanked.
Sith sat down in an armchair, sprawled out, and pointed to the window — the last employees were leaving there with boxes.
“Do you see them?”
RanDagon nodded.
"You’re in charge here now.
Pause.
"But if you disobey…
He yanked the chain sharply, causing RanDagon to cry out.
“You’ll follow.”
When Sith came out, RanDagon remained on the floor, trembling.
It was getting dark outside.
