Dragon roadkill
A commission for [Anon]
"Shit, shit, shit!" the lizard said as he rushed down the highway towards work. He knew already that he was going to be late by the time he arrived, his phone deciding it was more important to drain the battery while he was asleep than to ring an alarm to wake him up. It was still plugged into the cigarette lighter charging now.
As he took his exit ramp, he quickly slammed on the breaks - narrowly avoiding a large feral dragon that had walked onto the road. He punched the horn, letting it blare his angry at the semi-sentient beast, but the dragon just flared his wings and roared back at the vehicle.
"I don't fucking have TIME for this! Hurry up and get off the fucking road, you four-legged ass-hole!"
He hated dragons, hated the way they were allowed to walk around cities naked - even the ones developed enough to talk. He hated the city taxes that had been raised to preserve them. And most of all, hated the way they'd started nesting behind his house, reducing the property price
As the lizard gripped the car's steering wheel tighter and tighter, a dark thought came to mind. Here was his chance - a chance at revenge, and a chance to have some fun. He shifted into reverse, drove back about 100 feet, then jammed the car in drive and slammed down on the gas pedal. The poor dragon barely had time to react as he heard the roaring engine of the car behind him. Turning around, he could see the evil grin on the driver's face, but couldn't jump out of the way in time. Mid-leap, the car crashed into the dragon's hind-quarters - a few bones breaking from the force of the impact.
The driver gasped as he was flung back into his seat, the air pushed out of his lungs from the seatbelt. As he took deep breathes to recover from the sudden lurch, he looked out the now cracked windshield at the screeching dragon beyond. The dragon's flanks were bent at a disturbing angle, its tail bent at a pronounced angle about half-way down. The driver giggled, partly from the adrenalin in his system but mostly from the fact his plan might just work. He was surprised the car was still running. He waited until the dragon had limped away a few yards before putting his foot down again, rolling the front two tyres onto the dragon's torso.
The dragon howled in pain as he tried to get away from the car that had sundered his body. He could feel the burning pain from his shattered leg and hips, but the icy numb fire of his tail was most disturbing to him. He pulled himself along, trying desperately to reach the safety of the tree-line by the side of the road, beating his wings in a vain attempt to move faster. He could hear the roar of the evil engine again as it closed in on him. He turned around and saw the dented front of the vehicle approaching.
The dragon fell face-first into the hard-packed ground as the car ran over his tail, quickly riding up onto his chest and crushing his ribs under the immense weight. The air was knocked out of his lungs before he could scream from the agony of his body collapsing. He clawed at the tyres of the car with his forelegs, instinctively attempting to hurt his attacker enough to make it retreat. His mind was filled with nothing but pain, no logical thoughts being processed. He didn't notice his entrails leaking out from his ruined belly, or the blood pooling underneath him. He couldn't understand why he couldn't breathe - not realising his diaphragm was torn and a lung punctured.
His eyes turned to the driver, a wide-eyed yellow lizard walking out of the car and moving towards him. He stared up at his attacker, attempting to roar a warning, but only managed a whimper before he started coughing up blood.
The lizard walked out of the car, his heart pounding in his chest, and stalked slowly towards the mortally wounded dragon. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at the damaged he'd done, looked at the pained expression on the dragon's stupid face and the gore that had splattered his car. One of his darkest fantasies had been realised. He'd finally killed one of the feral bastards, and for no reason other than pleasure - well, and an excuse to be late for work. He walked over to the dragon's head, taking care to keep out of range of its vicious claws. He could see blood leaking from its mouth, one of its horns cracked from the impact with his car's bonnet. He could smell the rich scent of blood and the exotic and unnerving odour from the viscera that was lining the ground underneath. He reached into his pants, fishing out his throbbing erection, and started jerking it -unable to control himself as he was overcome with lust as the power-trip of defeating such a powerful creature mixed with the adrenaline in his system and made his mind burn with lust. He looked down at the pitiful sight of the dragon's face, the way his head flopped and limbs twitched in agony, the weak sounds of breathing and gasping. All too soon, the driver had jerked himself over the edge and started spurting thick globs of cum all over the dying dragon's head and horns. As the dragon's head fell onto the ground and its eyes began to glaze over, he knelt down and touched the still-warm scales, licking his cum off the dusty hide of the beast he had killed. It tasted all the sweeter when mixed with flecks of dragon's blood.
He looked at the massive dents and bloody splatter that coated the front of his car, the gore that clung to his tyres, and the scales that now lay flung on the ground surrounding the exit ramp. Tucking his now limp dick back into his pants, he walked back towards his car and turned on his phone.
"Hi boss... listen. I'm gonna be a bit late.
Yeah, I know it's the second time, but I - well, my car just got totalled.
No, I'm alright. What happened? One of those fucking feral dragons ran out in front of me. Couldn't break in time.
Yeah, the car's wrecked. No, I'm alright, I'll be in later - okay, okay, I'll go to the doctor first.
Yeah, just about to call insurance. Anyway, don't worry about me. I'll be in first thing tomorrow"
After a quick call to his insurance agency, the lizard got back into his car to move it off the road. He made sure to roll slowly over the dragon's body one last time, enjoying the bumpy ride and sounds of cracking bones as the rear tyres cleared the corpse. Looking through the rear-views, he could see the dragon's skull had caved in from the weight of the car. As soon as the engine was off, his hands went once more to his crotch. He had an hour before a tow truck should arrive - plenty of time to enjoy the sights again.