Rærik
#50 of Old Works
Blaaaarg! I'm ill and this is something I did as a result of being slightly feverish and unable to breath through my nose. Anyhoo Rærik is copyrighted to da widdle black foxie woxie, but everything else is copyrighted to me. I'm thinking of making this a story series...albeit a short one. So merr, have fun.
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"Rærik! Rærik where are you!? Mother wants us home right now!"
Aaron sighed. His brother was always getting him into trouble, him and that stupid book.
"Rærik!! Come out now! You know it's not safe in the woods at sundown!"
There was rustle in the bushes and a boy with leaves and twigs in his hair stumbled out. He was clutching an old leather-bound book, with the words Bestiary picked out on the front and spine with faded gold lettering.
"What the hell kept you?!" Aaron fumed at his younger brother "I've been calling for ages!"
"I was reading..." Rærik muttered, clutching the book
"You and that stupid book! You need to take up a better hobby."
"Stop bossing me around! You sound like Father!" Rærik retorted as they headed back to the village
"I'm older than you."
"By six months."
"Yeah, I'm sixteen summers old and you're only fifteen and a half."
"Shut up!"
They continued bickering through the village until they arrived back at their house. The sound of their fathers hammer rang out of the open doors to the forge. They were the sons of the village blacksmith, a great bear of a man with long reddish blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Unlike popular images of blacksmiths, he had no beard. "Don't want my face catching fire now!" he'd laugh when people asked him about it. As the two boys entered he looked up from the forge, his sweaty ruddy face smiling when they entered
"There you are!" he boomed in his bass voice "Your dinner is getting cold! Hurry up before your mother feeds it to the dogs!"
The two boys ran past their father and into the main house, where their mother was waiting.
"Look at you Rærik! You're filthy! Eat up then go and have a wash."
"Yes mother..." Rærik said, looking slightly embarrassed
Later, after dinner and a bath, Rærik was lying on his bed, idly kicking his legs in the air as he read his book. It was the only one he had and it had taught him how to read. He loved this book, full of mystical and magical creatures. It was odd that these creatures were next to mundane everyday animals. He had of course skipped these ones and read about the dragons and the unicorns, the Gryphon's and the Chimeras. At the moment he was reading a passage about Draklyons. The passage read
"Draklyons are a rare breed of the dragon subspecies. They are a race of Dragonoids that have no wings and run on all fours. Considered the 'horses' of the dragon species, they have powerful legs and have been known to reach up to the speed of four horses at full gallop combined. The males are a medium purple in colour, with honey coloured belly scales, they usually have sweeping horns which can be used as magical components. It is unknown what the females look like, as they rarely leave the nest. These creatures are highly sociable, forming large family groups and excavating large dens under the earth which they coat in special mucus which keeps the dens warm and wet. Although they do not posses the same intelligence as their larger, winged cousins, they are nonetheless cunning and adaptive."
Rærik closed the book and rolled onto his back, Draklyons eh'? All the other entries had the current status of the species, be it "extinct", "Rare" or "Thriving". With the Draklyons it simply said "Unknown", which was odd. How could the numbers of a species like that be unknown? Surely somebody must have seen them otherwise there wouldn't be an entry about them.
"Maybe I'll investigate tomorrow!" he said quietly to himself before rolling over and blowing out his candle.
The next day Rærik was up early, book in hand, small satchel over his shoulder. Walking through the forge, he saw his dad was already up, beating out white hot steel.
"Don't be gone too long." He said "I don't to have to come looking for you...again."
"Don't worry! I'll be back before sundown!" Rærik said cheerily before heading out towards the forest.
It was quiet and shady under the trees in the birch forest. Autumn leaves were piled in high drifts on the ground, the trees displaying their golden colours. It was a warm day so Rærik only wore a shirt and his leather britches. He wondered through the piles of leaves until he found a good spot to sit down and read. He found a large tree and sat down next to it, using it as a backrest. He set his satchel down and opened his book, quickly becoming absorbed in the pages. So absorbed infact, he failed to notice the sound of footfalls coming towards him. He did look up though, but only after the shadow had fallen over him. Looking up, expecting to see Aaron or someone from the village he was very surprised to see a pair of yellow eyes looking at him. It took him a few moments to realize what he was looking at, and when he did his mind went into panic mode. His eyes went wide and he whimpered. The Draklyon cocked it's head at him, and came a little closer. Rærik tried to curl up into a small ball but was still all to aware of the large creatures existence.
"It's not real...I'm just imagining things..." he said to himself "This is just a daydream...any minute I will wake up and it will be gone..."
Peeking up at where the Draklyon was stood, he saw it was still very much there.
"Aaaaaahhhh...." He moaned "It's gonna eat meee...!"
The Draklyon snorted and sniffed Rærik, causing the human to scream and dive between it's legs, scrambling to get away, abject fear overcoming any rational thought.
There was a soft thud and a large taloned paw landed on Rærik's leg, pinning him there. Rærik looked wildly over his shoulder. The Draklyon was about the size of a horse, but lower to the ground. Its inner upper thighs were honey coloured, as was the rest of its underside and lower jaw. It had a long snake like tail and...
"They didn't mention that in the book!" he thought at the back of his mind.
What he had seen was a large pair of balls roughly the size of a stallions and small sheath with a long slit in it. All of that was processed at the back of his mind where it was still calm. The rest was desperately trying to get away kicking and screaming, all the while being pinned by the large beast.
The Draklyon grunted and shifted its weight. Now it was pinning Rærik's legs with its large hind paws, and his arms with its forepaws. Rærik whimpered as the large dragon snuffled the back of his neck, feeling the beast's smooth belly rubbing against him. He could feel the muscles moving under the smooth scales of its powerful, lithe body. There was a loud ripping noise and Rærik felt a cool breeze around his nether regions. Then he felt something long, hard, and slick rub against his bare behind. Looking back in fear, he saw the Dragons long black cock had slid out of its sheath. It was at least a foot long, tapered at the end and with a small bulge at the base.
"Aah! Please no!" Rærik cried. He had seen horses mating in the village, it was usually a quick and violent affair. The male would thrust hard into the female for a few seconds and it would be all over. Rærik could only imagine what would happen to him if he allowed that.
The Dragon started grinding it's meat against the humans tight sphincter, rubbing it's slick pre-cum over the human's rump, making sure it was well lubricated. The beats hooked its jaws under Rærik's shirt and pulled, the linen garment ripping off the human and being tossed aside. Now that he was completely naked, Rærik was practically wetting himself. He knew exactly what was happening, and he most certainly didn't want it to. There was nothing he could do however, he was pinned under the Draklyon and it was about to rape him. He could feel it getting it's penis into position, gasping as the tip prodded sharply at his sphincter.
"N-n-no! Please don't!" he cried
The Dragon grunted once and glided his hips forwards. Rærik gasped and arched his back with a moan. Instead of the body rending pain he was expecting, his sphincter parted easily, the large dragon meat sliding inside with ease.
"Guhaaaahhh..." was the only thing Rærik could say to this, the long length filling him up.
There was a wet squelch as the dragon hilted itself inside Rærik. The animal's large balls pressed against the humans much smaller genitalia. Rærik's face flushed as a surge of pleasure coursed through his body. The dragon pulled slowly out, before sliding back in with another squelch. Rærik's own member was hard now, although he was too preoccupied to do anything about it. The dragon snuffled his hair and then licked his shoulder and the nape of his neck.
As the dragon thrust in and out, its large girth constantly stimulated Rærik's prostate causing wild stabs of pleasure to spike through the young human. The dragon gave a rumbling growl and nibbled Rærik's neck slowly using more and more of its mouth until it had its jaws clamped around the human's neck and shoulder. The combination of prostate stimulation and the feeling of hot saliva, oozing down his neck, were too much for poor Rærik. He gave a shuddering gasp and orgasmed, his young sweet seed squirting onto the leaves. The Draklyon grunted and thrust deep inside the human, slipping the small knot at the base of it's cock inside Rærik's hole, tying them together as it came, flooding the human with it's seed. It didn't come out in bursts, more like a long continuous stream. Rærik could feel it filling him up as the dragon shuddered above him, its teeth sinking into his flesh. Rærik gurgled, saliva dripping from his slack mouth as the hot fluid surged into him. A small trickle of blood joined the stream of saliva running down his neck as the Draklyon locked its jaws into the humans flesh. Unbeknownst to the human, two small fangs at the back of the dragon's mouth had sunk into his flesh too, slowly injecting him with viscous venom. Rærik's eyes closed as he slipped into a coma like state. The Draklyon pulled out of the smaller human with a wet pop, strangely enough, no cum accompanied the removal of the cock. Keeping his fangs locked in Rærik's shoulder and neck, the Draklyon began dragging Rærik away from the clearing.
*
Everything was strangely dark, Rærik felt like he was floating, but he couldn't see what he was floating in.
"Well...this is odd..." he thought
The last thing he could remember was being pounced on by that...that...Draklyon. It had...well...raped him. He could feel himself blushing as he thought of it. Then it occurred to him that he couldn't actually see himself.
"Oh...I must be asleep..." he thought again...and woke up.
It was a much...stickier wake up than he had been expecting. He also found it suddenly very hard to breath. He struggled upright, gasping for breath; he was covered in some kind of pale blue slime. He managed to scrape it away from his mouth and suck in a huge lungful of air. This, of course, made him cough uncontrollably for a few moments before he got is breath back. He scraped more of the slime away from his face and blinked. Looking around he saw he was in some kind of cave or burrow, the walls floor and ceiling were coated in the same pale blue slime. Just then he remembered the passage he read about Draklyons in his book.
"Oh boy..." he said
"Finally awake are you?" a voice said behind him
Spinning round with a squelch he saw a large Draklyon. This one was a dark, metallic blue with silvery belly scales. The design of its face and the tone of its voice suggested it was female.
"You...uh...cave...and..."
The female Draklyon rumbled softly, like it was laughing.
"It's natural to feel disorientated when you're first brought in."
"You can talk!?" Rærik finally managed
"Yes...It's only the males that can't talk."
"But you...wait...you're not moving your mouth! How can you talk without moving your mouth!?"
"I'm telepathic, all us females are."
"Telewatsits?"
"Never mind, you've been brought to our burrow for a reason you know, and that's not to ask questions."
"Huh? Then why..."
"SILENCE!" The female snapped, growling at the same time "We always bring other, weaker beings here. Although we are considered 'feral' we still want slaves."
"Slave!? I'm not gonna be a slave!" Rærik said, struggling to his feet. The sticky goo making it hard to stand.
"Yes you are, all the other females have a slave to tend to them. You are mine, there's no point in trying to escape though. You won't find the exit and the males will simply bring you back here. Plus, I don't think you'd want to go back."
"What do you meaOW!" Rærik dropped back to his knees, clutching his shoulder. He could feel deep bite marks in his shoulder and neck.
"I mean, you are going to transform, transform into something so much better than your current form. This is just a way of ensuring you won't want to leave. At the moment I cannot get into your mind...but once you have transformed..."
"Gah! NO! I don't want that! You have no right to AAAAARGH!!"
Rærik had been about to get up again but his shoulder began to burn with pain. He hunched up on his knees, clutching his shoulder.
"I think you'll find you have no choice." The female Draklyon said, shifting her bulk in the goo that seemed to make up the nest she was lying in.
Rærik felt something slide around his waist and pull him through the goo. He looked up with pain filled eyes at the female Draklyon.
"Don't worry...it will not hurt for much longer..." she whispered
"Y...you....can't..." Rærik said, saliva dribbling down his chin
"Yes...I can. You see, we are just as intelligent as the Dragons you are familiar with. I can do a whole number of things...making you my slave is just one of them."
"Youuuu....." Rærik's head slumped against the Draklyons hide, his eyes closing.
The Draklyon sighed and pulled him up to her belly, curling around him.
"You will make a troublesome slave." She said to no one in particular
The first thing Rærik thought when he woke up was "ow". He could feel something soft and warm against his body he looked up and saw the sleeping form of the Draklyon next to him. He rolled over and found that he actually could. Even though he was literally encased in the slime, he could move around in it with ease. He still looked human, but he could feel changes. He could feel strength flowing through him; it was an odd sense of power. He suddenly felt a strange itch in his back, he tried to get at it, but it wouldn't go away. It became stronger and stronger until it was downright painful. Then the itching stopped and was replaced by a burning pain. Rærik didn't know how long it took for the skin on his back to split, but split it did, with two large wings growing out of the wounds. He couldn't scream, he could only whimper and cry as his body was ravaged by the changes taking place. His canines cracked and split in half, becoming two pairs of fangs on each side of his mouth. His eyes became yellow, his pupils becoming slits. His skin slowly changed colour into that of the male Draklyons. His skin changed into smooth, ultra fine scales and his short auburn hair became long and black. His finger and toe nails became black talons and two horns slid painfully out of his forehead, sweeping backwards after protruding for a few inches. They were smooth and black, just like his talons.
"Ah good, the transformation has taken place. Such a fine creature for an fifteen year old human." The female said, looking up from where she was lying
"You bitch...." Rærik gasped, staggering to his feet
"That's no way to speak to your mistress. Besides, you should be glad I've given you this better form." The Draklyon said casually
Rærik snarled and shot forwards, grabbing the dragon round the face. He could tell by the creature's expression she had not been expecting this.
"You...you're supposed to be under my command!"
"Guess I wasn't willing enough..." Rærik snarled, twisting his hands sharply. The Draklyons neck snapped like a twig under Rærik's new strength.
The transformation had caused Rærik's reptilian stress brain to over load and become a more dominant part of his mind. Right now it was telling him to kill everything that got in his way.
*
Rærik woke up with a splitting headache. This seemed to be a trend at the moment. He groaned and opened his eyes. He promptly shut them again and then opened them just to make sure he knew what he was seeing. He was lying in a clearing in the forest. The ground was littered with Draklyon bodies and was red with blood. Some of the Dragonoids looked like they had been literally ripped apart.
"Oh...that was me..." he said looking down at his taloned fingers. He was smothered in gore; the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.
"I think I need to pass out again..." He said, and promptly did so.