June, July, Draco
This story is a little different from my norm, but not by so much that I did not enjoy writing it immensly. This story is a comission for Mystery-guy. The characters portrayed therein are (c) Copyright to him. I do not own either of the individuals involved. Do not reuse these characters without his expressed permission.
There is a legend, a myth that has been past down over the centuries, the milenea, the eons, the very stretches of time that bind the fabric of the world. It told of a unique relic, the heart of Stonehenge itself. What once was previously thought to be a lunar calender, the strange stones in the celtic grasslands were so much more, according to the story. At the center was placed a talisman, an artifact that was said to bring life to the baren wastes of the world. The British Isles were once jagged rock, according to the tale. Druids of old used the talisman to bring life to the rocky crags. It was even said the talisman could bring back even the dead from the afterlife, and perhaps even more valuable still, was that which all the world had looked for in the fabled "Fountain of Youth"... It is said the talisman could bring an individual everlasting youth.
It was just too much to pass up! When she had heard the tale spoken in her ancient mythologies class during her first year at Oxford, June had become enamored with the idea of finding such a beautiful artifact, and the fame that might come with it... and the power. She quickly changed her major from english to archeology.
June was not one the average person might think of when one thinks of an archeologist. A brown-furred coyote born in London, June was everything but the nerdy history bough one might think of. She was short and stocky, but she had quickly changed the excess wait into toned muscle. It was not so overbearing as anyone expected. She was by no means a German athlete boughed up on steroids. She had toned her body beautifully to go well with her most notable of accets.
She had wide hips and a lucious ass to match, a thin waist and, most notable of all, the most buxom breast. It was not uncommon during her schooling to have been randomly groped in the courtyards, or chorridors. Often, larger males would sneak up behind her and quickly reach around to squeeze her melons... and melonds they were indeed. For her four-and-a-half foot frame, her breasts were a perky bulge from her chest the size of two footballs... that's two soccer balls for the americans.
But that was years ago. She had long since graduated with her docterate. Doctor June Wallace had followed every lead, followed every breadcrumb she could find to track the lost talisman of stonehenge. She traced the artifact into the scottish highlands. There was a cave in the mountains that had remained hidden for most of history. So there she stood, her green eyes staring down into the darkest recesses of the earth. She cast one last glance over her shoulder at the late afternoon Scottish sky before she eased her curves through the small space between rock and mountain, and into the hidden cave.
The canine had dressed appropriatly for the adventure, rather than the short skirt and low-cut shirts of college. She dressed in a red t-shirt and over it, a worn leather jacket, an article she had considered lucky. Her bottoms were not quite the short-skirts of her youth, but they were close. Tight upper-thigh-length shorts hugged her hips and shown her muscular legs and the soft brown fur that covered them. Resting atop her head was a well-used fdora.
She wasnt stupid, though. She kenw archeology could be a dangerous business. At her left hip she wore a revolver, and at her right a small utility hachet. She had not actually used the revolver, but it sure as hell disuaded black market trafficers from trying and stealing pieces of history she deemed only worthy of being displayed in one museum or another. It was not her most powerful asset, however. She had a pair of other weapons that were much more effective at difusing a tense situation.
Creeping down the cave's passage slowly, June slunk gingerly along, watching her step as it were. She had seen enough adventure movies to know that if something valuable was hidden away, the place in which it was hidden were most likely booby-trapped. The evidence of that was clear anyway. Bones were strewn all about the passage and only seemed to grow in number the deeper she slithered along the cave wall.
For what seemed like hours, June crept along, eying each stone suspiciously, knowing at any moment an axe would come swinging for her head, or a row of spikes jutting from the wall. There were times she knew the walls were closing in on her, but when she continued on without getting any thinner, she knew it was her imagination. Perhaps the trigger mechanisms were old and rotted? Perhaps they would not spring? She shuddered lightly, nearly whimpering to herself as she trekked on. "This doesnt feel right..."
The tunnel turned sharply right after several more minutes and as she rounded the bend, the archeologist stopped and gasped lightly. The cave, after several meters, openned up to a large, well lit chamber. It looked... artificial! How could that be possible, however, so deep underground? There were collumns all around, rectangles placed in a pattern that looped around in a large circle, an outer ring, an inner ring, and an alter in the center. It was an exact replica of a COMPLETED stonehenge! Except the stones were still sharp and not even weathered in the least. It was a shrine of some sort, perhaps an old druidic temple. Was that what the well known stones were at stonehenge, she thought to herself. It had to be. There, laid upon the alter, was the golden talisman she sought. She almost giggled with glee! She took two hasty steps forward then stopped. It was to easy!
She glanced left, then right, but no apparent traps were firing darts at her, swinging blades, nothing. Infact, the more she looked about, she noticed the entire temple-structure was coated with grass. The floors were as lush as the most beautiful pictures of stonehenge were, perhaps moreso. It was unnatural for the grass to grow directly from the stone floor, but then... thats what the talisman did, didnt it? She cautiously stepped forward into the lit chamber, finally realizing the illumination came from the golden talisman itself. As she came upon the alter and stared down at her prize, she smiled. How appropriate that the talisman of everlasting life should be a butterfly, a creature who went through it's own rebirth. She reached down slowly to grab the beautiful artifact, but stopped short with a gasp as something touched her.
She looked down to where she felt the touch. Two large green hands gripped her round chest, squeezing her breast tightly. She barely had time to react when she felt something large and warm press against her back, holding her still as the large green hands roughly groped her.
"It's been a long time since something so pretty as you has wandered in here," a deep voice growled hungrily from behind and above her. It's owner squeezed her breasts tightly, causing her to squeek in discomfort before they swiftly pulled her leather coat away from her body and tossed it aside. Again she gave a yelp and tried to get away, but the hands were at her chest again, pulling her sharply back against what she knew to be a very large chest.
"You're not going anywhere." the deep voice said as it's owner lifted a clawed hand and gave her tight red shirt a sharp jerk. The already strained fabric gave a loud sound of protest as it tore from her torso, leaving her braless chest exposed. She raised her hands to cover herself, blushing horribly as she did so.
"What do you want!? Who are you!?" she asked, suddenly remembering her pistol and hachet. Her hands left her massive chest, dropping to her hips, but already the belt and shorts were being cut away by sharp claws. She yelped as she felt the leather and fabric pulled away and tossed aside. She felt so vulnerable! Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried in vane to cover her nakedness.
"I'll show you what I want." the voice said as two hands turned her around and forced her down to her knees. The creature behind her that had ambushed her in her moment of glory was... beautiful! He stood perhaps six feet tall, had a broad, muscular chest, and arms the size of her waist! His entire body was scaled, and a tail swayed slowly beneath a pair of folded green wings. Two golden eyes stared down at her nakedness eagerly, even as his hands squeezed her shoulders. And there, bobbing before her, was a massive cock, with two grape-fruit sized balls beneath it. Her eyes did not linger on the huge testicles. It was the cock she was concerned with. Her first fuck had been a stallion, at a foot and three inches long, but this monster was, well, a monster! It was absolutly massive! It had to be atleast a meter long! The scaled beast could easily look down and suck his own dick, what with the tip throbbing between his pecs.
"Like what you see? It dont matter, really. You will." her assailant promissed as he stepped back and gripped his thick cock, pointing it's tapered tip at her muzzle. "If you want that little bug there, you're going to do exactly what I say." he said, a wicked smile on his draconic muzzle. "First off... you're going to beg me to fuck your mouth. Say fuck my mouth, Draco." he commanded.
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. He could snap her like a twig, and probobly would... Her lip quivered and she said nothing, fear coursing throughout her body. Her ambusher growled threateningly and squeezed her shoulder quite painfully. June watched his muscles rippling in his arm as he did so, saw the veins popping out as his muscles flexed.
"Fuck m-my mouth, Draco..." she whispered, blinking back the tears to the best of her abilities. She yelped when again her shoulder was squeezed tightly.
"Speak up! Beg me!" the dragon said forcefully, grinning all the while.
"Fuck my mouth, Draco!" the coyote cried out, choking back a sob. "Fuck my mouth! Fuck my mouth, Draco!" she cried out, if only to keep her attacker from turning her shoulder into dust. She openned her muzzle big and wide, the tears still flowing. She felt the hot tip push into her muzzle, slowly backward until it hit the back of her throat. When she had given previous boyfriends blowjobs before, they had only on rare occassion and with her permission, gone into her throat a little, but this one seemed not to care at all! She felt the cock slide back and keep going, down and down her throat forever it seemed as she stared up through her tears at the dragon towering over her.
"Suck it, bitch! Make me cum! Make me cum and I might give you your trinket!" he demanded, smirking as he rocked his hips, driving a few inches into her throat again and again as she again choked back a sob and tried to the best of her abilities to do what he asked, though it was admittedly quite hard, what with her jaw being spread open, and her throat so constricted. She did try swallowing a few times though, moreso when she felt the dick in her throat twitch and throb, and the dragon it belonged to growl and moan. She did want him to come, she wanted him to with every ounce of her being. Let him cum and get tired of her and let her go. With or without the talisman. All she wanted was to be let go.
"Yeah, that's good, bitch. Keep it up.... A bit harder now..." he said, closing his golden eyes a he rested a talon on her head, smashing her hat against her ears as he manipulated her head, bobbing her against him each time he forced his cock into her throat. She whimpered, but continued to swallow and suckle on the prick she was given. Oh, please! Cum! She begged it of him, but it came out as a muffled moan, which only seemed to drive him on. Within moments he was growling and moaning loudly. His movements became eratic and at last he pulled her against him, making her eyes go wide as she felt her snout pressed against his groin and her chin against his balls. The entire thing was down her throat! She felt like gagging, but he had long since destroyed her reflex. She felt his prick growing and twitching as he depositted his seed into her belly. After several minutes, he pulled himself from her mouth and smirled down at her, splashing the last spurt or two over her face. It was so hot, and salty. She whimpered, slumping to the ground.
"Please... let me go..." she begged, hiccuping as she felt his cum slosh about in her belly.
"I'm not done with you." The dragon reached down and lifted her up with ease, setting her down with her ass and back against the stone altar. He spread her legs with his tail and reached down to press his slick cockhead against her pussy lips as he leaned forward to nip at each of her pert nipples. She gasped and whimpered, shaking her head as she tried to push his head away. He growled threateningly and took each of her wrists in his hands, pressing them to the stone on either side of her head. He said nothing as he sucked a hard nipple into his muzzle, sucking mercilessly as he began to ease inch after hot, green inch into her tight canine body.
"STOP!" she cried out, feeling like she was being split in two by the wide length. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen before, even in expensive porn! He was even larger than some of the feral horses she had seen fully erect. She felt him stretching her deeper and deeper. She gasped and yelped when she felt the tip of his cock press against her deepest barrier. She openned her eyes and lifted her head to stare at him pleadingly as he suckled upon her breast, squeezing the other quite hard.
He gave only a pause before he forced the other half of his dick into her body. She threw her head back and screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt her body contracting, squeezing the invading prick as it started to pull out of her. She hated herself for it. Her body was betraying her!
The first slow thrust was the only mercy she recieved however. As the cock nearly left her small body, it hesitated but for a moment, then started to thrust into her hard and fast, making her yelp in less pain and more pleasure with each plunge into her womb. She didnt even notice the dragon had switch tits, mawing and sucking on the other while he fucked her.
Harder and faster the dragon fucked her, and she hated every moment of it. She cried and moaned all at once. Her body was quiverring, rapidly approaching a false orgasm. She felt so defiled, and yet her body seemed to try with all it's might to keep the rapist from removing himself from her. She cried and sobbed through each moan, but every plea and every sob was drowned out by her moans, and his, until at last she felt her back arching and a scream on her lips. Her entire body was flooded with heat and pleasure as her abused pussy clamped hard down on the cock inside of her, milking it like a starved calf on the tit.
The dragon forced every inch of his dick into her with ease, her cervix long since obliterated. He threw his head back and roared out in passion and June felt his hot cum flooding straight into her womb. Each spurt burned more than the last. She hated every drop of seed he left in her, even as he pulled himself and began to coat her ample chest with copious amounts of sticky cum.
"Ooh, good bitch. I havnt had a fuck like this in centuries!" the dagon said as he beheld her cum-soaked body. He smirked down at her ooze covered tits, then grabbed her and turned her over so she was bent over the alter, then slick with cum. She whimpered and opened her mouth to beg for freedom, but all that escaped was a defeated moan.
"I know. You want more." he said mockingly as he pressed his cockhead to her puckered tailhole. He squeezed her full hips and grinned, pressing himself against her firmly.
"N-no... Not there.... please... I be-EEEEEEEEH!" she screamed, clamping her eyes shut as she felt her virgin ass suddenly invaded. She felt it so deep, up in her chest it ached! She cried out loudly in pain as she felt his massive balls slap against her gaping pussy and sore clit.
She felt his hot breath on her pointed ear as she cried. Laying her ears flat against her skull, she troed to flinch away, but it hurt to move, impaled as she was on his massive cock. "Tight bitch... I'm going to split you in two." he promised her as he nipped at her neck. She felt him stand back straight once more, then gave a loud scream once again as he withdrew his prick nearly completly from her body only to force it back in, harder and faster each time.
It was only a matter of moments before she began to curse herself again, though she was sure he probobly thought it was meant for him. She could feel her ass squeezing him each time he tried to pull out, straining to keep him burried inside of her, milking him with greater need each time he forced himself into her. How she hated herself for it! Her screams, too, began to change. From agony to wanton need and pleasure. She started to squeel and cry out and even rock back against him. Though the movements were completly against her will, she knew the dragon had won. Not only had he made her beg him to deep throat her like some toy, he had her body pleading, begging for more with each small movement. She cried harder even as her body gave a sudden violent spasm. She screamed out loudly in the most amazing pain and pleasure as her abused pussy suddenly tensed up. She felt like she was pissing, but... Oh, god, he made her wet herself! No, that wasnt piss... It was harder, and such a short burst. She felt her body squirting it's contents hard against the dragon behind her. That single act was all it took..
The dragon forced himself deeply into her ass and again called our in a loud roar, filling her with his molten cum for several minutes. Finally he collapsed, bent over her body to reach under her and squeeze her breasts as he emptied the contents of his balls into her for a third time.
After what felt like hours, the dragon pulled himself off, and out of her. The minute he did, June yelped and bolted towards the cave mouth, sprinting as fast as her paws would take her.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going!?" she heard called behind her in anger. She heard him stomping after her, but she didnt care. She had to get away. She couldnt endure that again... She rushed to the cave mouth and rushed down the mountain side. She tripped over a stone and stumbled, rolling beneath a large bush. She was about to get up and keep running, but out of the corner of her teary eyes, she saw the dragon rush down past her. He didnt see her? She held her breath, waiting for him to turn around and come get her... but he did not. He kept going, calling profanities after her all the while.
She waited for a half hour before she crept from the bush and carefully made her way back into the cave. If he was still chasing her... or thought he was... now was her chance. Perhaps... it would all be worth it. She crept back into the temple chamber and to the main alter. Her clothing and effects were useless now, but... She reached to the butterfly, curling her fingers around the delicate piece, only to give a yelp and turn to face the tunnel as sounds filtered through the stone chorridor. He had found her!
But it was not sounds of rage that filtered in to her, but... an impassioned dragon's call and the screams of pain and pleasure mixed. He had found new game... Oh, it was horrible! But... better her than me, June thought as she rushed from the cave and into the night, the treasure she claimed clutched tightly between her massive, sticky breast.