Rays of Light
Rays of Light ~SnowDragon
Yeah, it is what the tags say Hah... <.< Anyway, credit for the idea goes to good friend Daimin (http://daimin-dragonlover.sofurry.com/), I was informed I had to write smut and this is what I wrote. Personnally, I butchered it, but I've never felt good with works of this nature. Maybe you people disagree, I dunno. If you're just here for the fun, hit control F and search for =~~= and read from there. Enjoy!
Writing time: 4hrs (Finished 9:54 AEST) Size: 3 .4 A4 pages Soundtrack: Ave Maria, Air Combat 'Hot air', Air Combat 'Head First'
It was a warm, quiet morning. Exactly the kind of day creatures of the forest lining the small rocky hills would spend sleeping in and about the shifting shade as a gentle wind caressed the leaves, a flock of birds making flight to parts unknown, air filled with their song. But the quietness of the morn was shattered rather suddenly, a patrolling jet making a screaming run over the hills, it's engines aflame with a metalic screech, trailing a purple burning glow, casting a glinting shadow on the ground as it shot past, scattering the birds and deer.
Deep within a cave, there was a sudden growl, a muted rocky whack and then an exclaimation in a language not for human ears that echoed and bounced off the walls until it reached the end, sounding in a distorted half roar instead of the clear language that it was orignally. The source of the sound, a light grey dragon, a being who had most certainly been looking forward to a well deserved morning of sleep to the sound of nothing more than the bird chirping and singing in the gentle sunlight. Instead, he'd been woken by something that didn't truely deserve to fly, and on top of it all, he'd banged his head on the wall in the jolt.
Not a good start.
Crawling his way to his feet, muttering only to himself about the hundreds of thousands of ways he'd find that craft and pilot, and pull them limb from limb and bolt from bolt until they were naught but a pile of debris. The morning truely began as his scales sank into the deep, underground spring that formed the primary reason he'd made his home here, the water crystal clear and chilled just enough to shake the tiredness from his forced awakening from his scaled form completely, and he could not help but splash around like a dragonling for minutes, cackling and dueling with invisible oppoents only his imagination could see or fathom.
Eventually, he came to rest, mind giggling at an old joke to pass his thoughts as the water calmed, and his reflect began to shine back at him in lieu of the glinting torchlight on the walls high above him. The water stared back at him with his own arctic blue eyes, twin horns angled back over his neck, perfectly streamlined with his trianglar muzzle, dolphin like earfins curling back down into his neck, flicking as they caught occasional vibration in the air, his pointed tail sliding beneath the water's surface as he relaxed, eyes shutting as the flow of the water caressed his scales, moment of anger and annoyance from his disturbed rest washed from his mind as quickly as the lap of the water washed the dirt from his scales.
The sun was only just rising over the tree tops, shadows in the forest growing shorter and shorter in the light, many of the resting shadows of the morn disappeared, replaced with warm spots where the sunlight shone freely and animals bounded, and dark spots, chilled by shade where beings lazed. High above, another shadow was cast, grey scales and wings soaring on the thermal drafts that made up the air. A morning flight, the one and only way to get the blood pumping in the muscles.
Below, the corner of his eyes spotted a lone deer, just a tiny dot of brown fur as it danced into the cover provided by the trees proper. His mind attaching to that information and that he had not yet eaten during this day, he dived on it, literally. His powerful wings snapped shut and he flicked his tail high, rolling his form right over into the dive.
Pure and sheer excitement filled his body as everything turned into a blur with his velocity. But as quick as his excitement had joined him, the bad day returned in full force, a massive blur slamming into his underscales, the force enough to send him spiraling out of his controlled dive, instinctive reaction to snap his wings open only worsened his situation as the drag on his form increased dramatically, his spiral opening his wings unevenly before he crashed into the tree's protective canopy with sheer terror the only thought in his mind as it went completely dark.
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Eyes opened slowly, senses coming back only as quickly as the pain from everywhere filled his form, every scale, every centimetre of his body aching and screaming from massive impact. His eyes saw nothing, blinding whiteness of a blur filling his vision. He couldn't move, every attempt to shift his muscles send waves of overwhelming pain up through his spine. Had death overtaken him?
His thoughts only drifted over that for a moment, a pathetic little whimper escaping his muzzle as all the pain throughout his grey scaled form rushed to his mind, as a soft growl filled the air nearby... or it could have been miles away, be truely did not know. Even as his eyes cleared he could see nothing but shades of green, all mixed into the one big blotch of colour. He could feel a line of drool running down his scales, the cool feeling dulling the pain down his neck where it touched.
Again the growl returned, his fins flicking at the sound, the sound of a most pleased dragon... dragon, definatly a draconic growl. No other creature on the planet could ever hope to replicate such a sound, not even the humans with their technology as they so named it. A little murmur escaped his muzzle, pleading for help.
Clearly, as it was quickly proven to him, this was not a figment of his crashed, terribly pained mind. There was someone else nearby. The hope they'd be willing to help, however, faded rapidly. "Well, well... it took you long enough to awake. How weak..."
Feeling in his body was slowly starting to return, fingers, paws soon his entire limbs, only to find he was just as helpless now as he was before, feeling heavy vines wrapped around his ankles, tied in tight knots, a sticky sap coating them and his scales, ensuring he was going nowhere. A blink of his eyes cleared a little more blur from his eyesight, and with that and a quick tug and struggle which left him cringing, confirmed what he was terrified to think of. Stiff vines held his forepaws together, holding them beneath his head as far as his limbs would stretch outwards. His hind quarters propped up by two sets of vines, wrapped under and before his hindlegs and under his tail, which had the other effect of both pinning his tail high up in the air, where his tip was trapped by another sticky vine, while the other held his rear up while keeping his legs from closing from their very spread positions.
And, perhaps worst of all, another thick sticky vine was wrapped about his muzzle, allowing him only a ever so tiny amount of muzzle movement, and in truth he realised, his muzzle worked perfectly, even in his preivously disabled state. He just had not realised his lack of motion was from external sources, as opposed to injury. It soon dawned on him as well, the reason for his position, at about the same time he found himself mounted by his as yet invisible assailant, a thick drooling length pressed up underneath his forcibly raised tail.
"I don't think I need to tell you what happens next... But don't worry. You can rest assured all your territory now belongs to me..." And with that lone statement that shocked the grey to his core, his attacker made his day far worse as his thick dragonhood slammed deep within his virgin rear, a sharp, muffled scream of pain flooding the once quiet sky, birds scattering in surprise just as quickly as his rapist sank to the hilt within his shuddering bound form, a thick roar of dominance filling the air, his hips quickly falling into a heavy, rough rythum, pounding the weaker greyscale.
Each thrust could only be described as beastial, what could have only been a dragon over his body, bound to present in the sticky vines, every thurst filling the forest air with the heavy scent of breeding that hung to anyone and everything, scaled hips slamming against another, the male above him grunting and growling just to further his point, his muzzle even falling low enough to give the grey a permament reminder of what he had become, by biting his scales so hard they cracked, drawing blood.
The other dragon's musk was already in the air, and now it filled his nose, and he struggled, fought so hard with his mind to keep himself moaning outm the scent overwhelming his mind and senses, the pain of his brutual rape being washed away with the pleasure of the act, his own dragonhood swelling as his mind filled with disgust at his own self for falling so easily to the scent of the far more powerful beast, to which he should have offered hims-
He let out a deep snarl, struggling with his fading thoughts, as if his own personality were fading away in tune to the dragons powerful, breeding thrusts, snarling turning slowly to deep moans of pleasure, scent affected mind no longer able to resist him, the heavy sticky vines the only object keeping his form from thrusting back against the heavy pounding he was taking now with eagerness, that ended all too quickly with a deep roar, his attacker-lover's muzzle split wide open, roaring towards the heavens and beyond as he claimed his captured prey, thick ropes of liquid heat flooding the grey's insides entirely, for what felt like hours, reality showed only minutes, all the pleasure and scents overwhelming the poor grey's mind, his eyes open, yet they did not see anything as his mind passed from reality, bathed in the pleasure.