Rape in the Plains
This is not a good example of my best writing skills, just a quickie lemon I threw together.
WARNING: Rape. Not the nice kind, either.
It was a chilly night in the land just outside Neopia Central. Arthur was a meek green Draik, his owner offline at the moment. He had just been spending time in the Neolodge while his owner was away... they had taken good care of him while he was away, he was well fed, and housed. However, his owner seemed to be gone a little longer then the rent he had paid for, and now the Draik was aloft with no owner to feed him. He was lost... having wandered a little too far from Neopia central, deathly afraid that he might be wandering too close to the Haunted Woods for his liking. The darkness began to set in amongst the green fields outside Neopia Central, as the Neopian moon rose, waning. Arthur began to get very frightened and very alone... he was too far removed from the Soup Kitchen and his ability to see his way back was getting dim. He resolved to continue the way he was going however, as he didn't want to fall asleep out here in the wilderness. The grass became thicker and wilder as he walked, and the last dim spark of sunset faded from the sky. Arthur started to walk faster, as if the action would set aside his worries, but as his heart beat faster with fear and exercise it only made him more and more tense.
"Draik." a voice said softly from out of nowhere. Arthur stopped. His heart beat even faster now, the soft, yet vaugely threatening voice coming from all around him. "Draik..." it said once more, the sound now accompanied by the distinct feeling of presence, all about Arthur, as if entities were coming from all sides around him. "Why so frightened, Draik?" the voice said once more, but this time it was soothing, reassuring, and it was coming from one place... right beside him. He jumped, and standing beside him was the tall figure of an Eyrie, with threatening claws, a sharp beak, and black and dark purple fur and feathers surrounding his entire body. This was one of those soldiers of Darigan.
Arthur froze for a long time as he staring in awe at the Eyrie in front of him, the imposing, evil-looking figure that it was. "Please, get a hold of yourself, Draik." the Eyrie said in a soft, soothing, almost hypnotizing tone of voice. "What's your name?"
"A-arthur." the Draik shakily replied. "Well, Arthur." the Eyrie said. "I'm Adriar. You look lost." Arthur could do nothing but nod meekly in response. Adriar smirked, and all pretenses of helping a lost Draik were gone from that point forward, and Arthur panicked once more. Adriar smirked, and evil, twisted, sadistic smirk that showed his true intentions were not kind. "Arthur, you're going to do me a great service I have needed for some time now." Arthur shook, and with eyes wide with fear, asked, "What d-do you want m-me to do?" Adriar's smirk turned into a larger, more twisted grin that made Arthur shudder in terror as the looming dark Eyrie made his intent known.
"I'm going to mount you, and you're going to take my seed." Adriar said, hissing slightly at the end of his sentence. "No!" Arthur cried out, but already the Eyrie was upon him, using a Nightmare ability to further darken the area surrounding the two. Arthur could not see the Eyrie for the sky, and was totally unable to fight back. Soon the Draik felt a huge smash as the Eyrie tackled him to the ground, his body falling over into a slump amongst the wild grass. He started to get up, but before he could get on two paws he saw firey eyes pierce the darkness. He fell into a hypnotic state, still aware of himself and not wanting to follow the Eyrie's commands, but having his body obey Adriar's words instead of his brain. "Stay on all fours." the Eyrie commanded, and thus, he did. The firey eyes subsided, but Arthur was far too scared to move now, despite the hold on him being lifted. Arthur whimpered pitifully, his body shaking now, his mind racing about what was about to happen to him. He was still a virgin, and he was going to be taken in this way by another male!
Slowly Arthur felt the Eyrie's beak upon his tail. It slid up his tail until getting a good grip on it, then pinched painfully and lifted upwards. Arthur tried to keep his tail down but after a forceful pull and bite from the Eyrie he obeyed with a fearful yelp, bringing the tail up all the way. The Darigan Eyrie chuckled at the sight of the shaking Draik, his rounded ass exposed to him. Arthur closed his eyes at the cruel laughter, but it made no difference, as tears welled up in his eyes. The next thing he felt was the Eyrie's beak between his asscheeks, slowly entering, the cold yellow beak sneaking it's way between. He squeezed his ass but that only seemed to encourage him forward, until a soft, cold, wet lick was placed upon his tailhole. The sensation shocked Arthur, and he felt himself pushing back against Adriar, only a little, stopping himself suddenly. Arthur shook in fear again. He shouldn't enjoy himself, he's being raped! But again the tongue came, and again the sensations followed it, the unfolding of the creases in his pucker sending electricity throughout him. He gasped, and cried, tears flowing freely from him. He was dirty, enjoying this Eyrie's unwelcome ministrations.
"Aren't you a little slut?" Adriar said once his beak was removed from Arthur's asscheeks. Arthur winced at those painful words. "You liked that licking, didn't you? You like feeling tongue on your ass?" Arthur shook his head, but in the back of his mind, he knew he was lying. Adriar laughed once more, and that evil, dark, sinister laughter made Arthur cry again. Suddenly, the weight of the Eyrie pinned Arthur to the ground, and he was squashed by it, his whole body lying face down underneath Adriar. "Bet you like it up the ass too." Arthur cried out, and shook his head rapidly. "No, please, don't!" he yelped, but it was no good... the Eyrie crouched, and Arthur yelped as he could feel the head of the Eyrie's thick cock already placed at his asscheeks. Adriar smirked once more, and then thrust his cock deep into the Draik with one fluid motion of his hips.
The pain of the Eyrie's cock splitting him open rocked Arthur's body all at once, and he cried and yelled out into the cold air loudly, shrilly. The Eyrie roared as the first pleasures of the tight virgin tailhole he had taken washed over him, and then he pushed all his cock slowly into the Draik, taking more of it into him until he was all the way in. Every inch added to the pain as Arthur screaming and wailed for help underneath the Eyrie, his body pinned, his wrigglings only adding to Adriar's pleasure. "Oh Gods, you are tight, you little bitch." he said, taking the slightest moment to stop and allow Arthur to adjust just a little to the cock inside him. "Please stop!" Arthur cried, tears now totally obscuring his vision. However, Adriar did no such thing, the pitiful cries only spurring him onward. So he pulled out almost half way, and then thrust back in sharply, the head going as far in as it could. He repeated this, rapidly thrusting inside, tearing at Arthur's abused flesh, the blood trickling down and starting to lube his hole more easily, allowing for the pace to slicken and go even faster then before. The Draik was no longer wriggling, he was struggling occasionally, but was now mostly frozen in incredible agony as the Eyrie's relentless cock continued to ravage him inside, the pain overwhelming him entirely, his voice maintaining a strained scream that became louder at moments of particular pain. Soon the Eyrie was awash in his incredible pleasure, the tightness of the Draik's tailhole becoming even moreso as he tried to reject the cock from inside him, to no avail. Adriar maintained a very loud coo at all times, interrupted by louder moans of pleasure as his orgasm began to well up inside him. Without warning, the Eyrie roared it's louded roar, and the Draik felt a very sharp thrust inside, followed by lots of shorter but sharper and faster thrusts as the Eyrie's seed shot inside of him, coating the inside of his tailhole with huge amounts of his sticky Eyrie load.
Adriar stayed inside him for a while, but pulled out soon, much to Arthur's relief somehow. The Eyrie walked back around to his front, and then stepped so his cock was in front of Arthur's face. "Lick it clean." he said. The Draik was confused for a moment, but a flash of Adriar's eyes made Arthur catch on quickly, licking the mixture of blood and cum from the Eyrie's black cock, licking up the length and around the head much to the Eyrie's delight. Adriar pulled away, his half-limp cock hanging underneath him, and said, "Lord Darigan will return... and when he does... many such as you will suffer the same fate. And I will be satisfied more often." With that, he was gone, and the darkness started to fade.
Arthur shivered, his leaking asshole still giving him sensations as it retracted. He had no energy, and merely curled into a fetal position, whimpering, and fell asleep as the tears stained his eyes.