Sex and Drakes and Rock 'n Roll
The sun burned hot and electric at sunrise. Somewhere calls to prayer were sounding and a thousand cheap radios blared pirated rock. A vixen hung slumped over a windowsill, fur bleeding and torn in patches, naked and staring at the landscape in dull shock. Stucco and plaster and concrete, as far as the eye could see... not that the reptilian beast present could appreciate the view much. It was a rifledrake, and it was busy working its cock into the vixen with slow home-run thrusts.
Drakes are not ideal to be raped by. A sexually mature drake, a "youngblood" ten or eleven years old, stands over seven feet tall and ripples with ugly, graceless muscle. The most common strain has vivid orange hides the color of roadway flares. Leathery earfans sprout on their armored skulls, and endless libidos burn inside them like gasoline fires. They live to breed and get stronger and multiply as the most fruitful peasants could only dream of, and they have mating seasons civilians have nightmares about.
A story below the window, as scaly bodies rolled and fucked on the floor, the acid-metal died on the cheap stereo. "Shit!" One of the youngbloods, just turned nine, shoved his rival out of the way and kicked his shin open, so he could be the first to administer the necessary repairs. He reached into his filthy bandolier and yanked out a handful of paper clips, quickly crimping one into place with his teeth and lashing it around the wire. Fingers clenched and buzzed with electricity. The music roared again, twice as scratchy as before, as feedback in both guitars and speakers slammed off the bare concrete walls.
He barely got back to his place in line before a bull drake almost twice his weight slammed him against the wall. Spots flashed before his eyes and concrete powdered from the impact of drake skull. The bandolier was all he wore; it offered little protection as the older drake bent his legs up and aimed greasy cock between his thighs. Slippery and hot, it broke open the tender flesh under his tail, and he yelled hoarsely as he tried to strangle the older male faster than he could pry away young arms and rape unwilling flesh.
The drakeboy's feet slammed into a female, who broke two toes with her return punch. She went back to the important business of mounting her latest, drool pouring from her gaping snout and landing on his face. It took him less than a minute to jerk his hips up, claws leaving marks on her waist as they punched through scales, and squirt his payload of semen deep and snug inside. As soon as the last of it dribbled from his tip, she stood off him and walked to her next mate, absently plugging herself with three sausage-fingers.
One of the youngbloods saw the curdled trail she dripped and snickered, elbowing his friends on either side and pointing it out. They were busy contributing to the haze of smoke that fogged the upper half of the room. Tobacco, marijuana, opium, and salvia burned lungs and made every set of yellow eyes red. Studs gaining stamina for their fourth or fifth rounds leaned against the wall and passed corn-liquor flasks or nitrous poppers. The eldest, grizzled veterans in their thirties missing eyes, earfans or limbs, chewed fudge-soft hashish. The first real orgies of summer were not celebrations to half-ass.
Rifledrakes feel no evolutionary pressure. They do not care about their traits being passed on. It doesn't matter who impregnates the women, as long as they are impregnated. Thus, they have orgies that fill women to the brim with pints of semen to guarantee conception, again and again, from their first ovulation to death.
Across the room, one of the studs fell in groaning defeat as his orgasm produced nothing but a weak dribble. Slippery, contoured cock slithered free of the female, limp and slimy. She growled and cuffed him on the snout, knocking loose a tooth- which would grow back, as any shark's would- before slouching on her back and calling over her sister. The young 'drake, barely six feet tall, was infertile still; she was only there for practice. The older reptile grabbed her and pulled her in close, grinding genital slits together, and pressed down on her sister's crotch to make the thick goo dribble from one vagina to another, leaving shimmering slugtrails on the pink lining.
The precocious girl's brother sauntered to a friend of his, pumping so vigorously into a girl that white froth exploded around his shaft with each slam of bony hips, and shook his length off before starting to piss on him and his date. Acrid yellow liquid splashed down and got into their eyes. Both cursed him vigorously, but the victim was unwilling to budge until he'd pounded his way to a messy climax, and he pinned the girl under his own weight.
While he was busy relieving his bladder, the music blared on and drugs of a hundred types circulated freely. The 'drake military dictatorship enjoyed legal immunity, and in their fortified halls, they'd been raping and toking and murdering with careless abandon for centuries. Blood and semen had coated these floors in equal amounts. All of it, of course, propelled by the endless bloom and swelling that these orgies produced. This wasn't just sex, it was patriotism.
Religion, too, in cases. In the far corner a grizzled veteran with Congolese machete scars rolled his yellow eyes back and screamed in cosmic glee, frothing at the mouth, as a drake boy rode his cock with thin wails of pain. Hands trapped the boy in place. At his side lay half a blotter sheet of acid, the rest torn out by ragged bite marks.
More drakes slumped in from upstairs, warmed up by raping the vixen and ready to share their contributions. Half of them were women in pregnancy ranging from slight to ready to drop, come to watch; the other drakes deployed to form a protective cordon about fragile bellies, metal truncheons in one hand, dicks in the other.
One of the gravid mothers fished a snack from the gas-mask pouch she carried. The live rat squealed in instinctive panic and clawed and bit, but she stuffed it inside, her tongue tougher than mammal skin. A quick swallow and it slid down her gullet in one piece, still kicking and struggling in digestive acids as she picked out another.
Brutal hands shoved another captive into the roiling mass of orange bodies. The air reeked of drugs and semen and unwashed scales. The hapless iguana girl tried to fend off the mob around her with scratches and blows they failed even to notice. Drakes rolled brawling over her for the right of first penetration, their weight breaking her legs and grinding bone, while a crafty opportunist knelt down to force-feed her cock that went deep enough to trigger her gag reflex.
She fought and struggled, but with shattered legs, she couldn't so much as delay the inevitable rap. The loser slunk off to mooch some fine-ground meth from the peanut gallery. The dozens of copulating beasts around her rose the temperature in the room to excruciating levels, but she couldn't even pant with the flesh jammed down her throat and choking her windpipe. Then her eyes bugged out as more slippery pointed meat wormed into her and stretched her to breaking. She moaned in pain and tried to black out.
It was to no avail, of course. They had her and they were going to pass her around until she finally wore out. Then they'd throw her over a kerosene flame and feast. Her future executioners buried their cocks in slippery, smooth orifices that pulsed and spasmed in rejection. As she wept openly, a female only lightly filled with virile spunk eagerly dashed over and grabbed at the iguana's tail, bruising muscle and nearly tearing it off in her hurry to use it as a thick, endlessly widening dildo that slithered and shlucked between her massive thighs. Drake cum splashed from her distended folds as she screamed ecstasy.
She only enjoyed her toy for a short while before other jealous drakes intervened. More white goop splashed on the ground as a scarred veteran yanked her from the tail with a noisy schlup, taking her place so he could start plowing the helpless iguana girl's ass with eleven inches. Blood poured freely.
She was held on her side now so all three holes could service the rambunctious orange-scaled beasts that ruined her green scales with bruises and jism stains. Her throat kept trying to vomit as she was choked by the one abusing her throat for his pleasure, but the jackhammer pounding of the two studs below was rupturing muscle and bloodying her insides. Red froth churned from vagina and anus alike as they built themselves up for a dreadful orgasm, hands gripping her hard enough to punch blunt claws through her scales, their bodies tense...
It happened like a mauling. The oral abuser finally gave up in disgust and slid away to fuck a passing hatchling. The other two ground through, their erections poking into each other's chosen orifices, and hit orgasm in grinning unison, howling out and gnashing their teeth as they gave each other celebratory punches to the chest. They spurted into the open tears and ruptures of her inner flesh and tried to cram every last inch into the girl, making her scream and claw weakly as drake hands crushed her arms to broken twigs.
When each was done ejaculating with a long shudder from snout to tail, they dropped her on the sticky floor and let her writhe and mewl in pain, a few globs of white splashing on her from a drake showing off his arc distance to his skeptical friend.
The atrociously loud music blared on and bodies slammed and ground together, wet hide smacking against wet hide, semen overflowing from girls with each thrust, until the room grew too hot and every stud was utterly exhausted. The girls were full to the brim.
Only then, in the stifling afternoon, did they finally relax and let their bodies recover, the boys to recover their semen reservoirs, the girls to let their bodies heal from the pounding and torn inners. Filthy hand-rolled cigarettes burned at each snout as they sat on the cooling slick of sexual fluids, the youngsters tromping downstairs with the comatose iguana in tow. One carried kerosene and a bundle of matches; the others, rusty bayonets for carving.
As the freakishly thin wails rose outside and flames started to crackle, one of the drakes turned to his companion and grinned.
"We oughta do this more often."