Legacy LD5

I’ve always been a fan of Diablo’s Dras stories, so I thought I’d try my hand at something certainly less gruesome but hopefully just as dark. I posted this a few days ago on FA, but decided to bring it over here because is awesome and this board needs more submissions!

(Strong adult content warning, as you might expect)

Nix was having a terrible day, to say the least. The young raptor's usual insubordination put him on the verge of losing his job, and he was also falling behind on rent. As soon as the late shift ended, Nix bounded out of the office, his digitigrade feet pounding against the pavement. At least I'm close enough to walk home, he reasoned. His jet black visage quickly began glistening with mist under the streetlights as he made his way down the deserted road. “Fucking great. Of course it's going to start raining now,” Nix brooded. A scowl was fixed on his angular face, and the utilitarian jacket he was wearing flapped in the growing breeze.

Nix turned down a dimly-lit but covered alley, a shortcut he had taken so many times before. This night, however, he spied something that caused his reptilian features to contort themselves into a malicious grin. Ahead of him, shrouded in near-darkness, another theropod was rooting through garbage, probably scavenging for a meal. However, unlike the dromaeosaurid’s impressive seven and a half feet, Varrin, as the reptile called himself, was tiny, only a few inches in height.

Predatory mode engaged, Nix crept up behind the creature, making as little noise as possible. Hunting of the sentient creatures was long since outlawed, but Nix was bound by a familiar, almost primal lust for dominance. Before Varrin had even sensed danger, Nix had reached out and had securely grasped him between razor-sharp claws. “You pitiful little fucker,” he sneered. Varrin only stared, his lithe body contracting with a dawning horror. Raptors were well known for their mercurial nature, and Varrin knew in an instant that one wrong move would mean his death. A single claw held the power to eviscerate him.

“Make a sound and I will stomp the fucking life out of you right here,” Nix warned, confirming Varrin's fears. The minute theropod began nodding vigorously, his much lighter azure scales becoming a blur. Not that compliance mattered much. In this part of town, especially with the passing storm picking up strength, no one would be on the streets to listen to his cries.

“Play along and you might get out of this alive. Emphasis on the ‘might.’” Varrin knew it was nigh-impossible to bargain with these monstrous creatures, but couldn't resist: “Please, I haven't done anyth-” Nix only tightened his grip, cutting him off. “I said, shut the fuck up.”

Nix shoved Varrin in his pocket, making sure to keep his claws bound tightly over Varrin's snout. Quickly making his way back to the hellhole of an apartment he called home, for once Nix was glad to see it. Not only because the wind had really begun howling, but also because at least this time he had a plaything to keep himself occupied.

Nix bounded up a few flights of stairs and slammed the door shut behind him. He threw Varrin on the floor, unbound, and sat on his worn couch, one of the few furnishings in the raptor's home. In fact, the only other thing Varrin could see in Nix's living room was a cage, noting ominously that it was the perfect size for someone of his kind. “Get over here and start worshipping. If you don't act as though your life depends on it, well...” Nix finished by stomping on the carpet and viciously grinding his paws into the fibers. Varrin mused that this wasn't the first time, and probably wouldn't be the last time he found himself in a situation like this. After all, the sentient theropods and domineering raptors never did get along. Still, Varrin was willing to put up a fight.

He sprinted as fast as he could toward Nix's front door. Nix just laughed, a deep, rolling chuckle that boomed throughout the apartment, as least from the perspective of the diminutive Varrin. “You're a proud little fuck, you know that?” Nix inquired mockingly. “Thinking you can get away, just like that.” He rose and instantly made up the ground that Varrin had gained, catching his tail with one foot. The dinosaur simply loomed, and proceeded to cast off his clothing. “We're gonna have some fun, don't you worry.” Varrin couldn't help but stare upwards at the bare, well-toned raptor, the scent of musk already hanging in the air. He dejectedly noticed how he wasn't even tall enough to reach up past Nix's claws. Nix only flashed a saurian grin and sat back down, silently daring Varrin to attempt another getaway.

Varrin got the message and bounded over to his feet, his tongue making long, flowing strokes on Nix's pads. He prayed, asking whatever god was out there to spare him from a grisly end. “Please, what did I do to deserve this?” Varrin intended to say this to himself, but whispered it loudly enough for Nix to hear. “Life's tough, fucker. You should be on your knees thanking me for not killing you outright.”

“You fucks are only a drain on society. You might as well be ants, good for nothing but getting crushed under our heels.” Nix wouldn't reveal it, but he was impressed by Varrin's eagerness. Varrin continued, tracing between each of Nix's scaled toes and massaging his foot. Meanwhile, Nix had begun masturbating, his claws splayed with pleasure and arousal.

"Fuck yeah. Maybe you little shits are good for something after all," Nix groaned as he pumped his obsidian cock in rhythm with Varrin's licks. Varrin only returned an overwhelmed whimper, not daring to interrupt Nix's ecstasy. Nix peered down at Varrin and mused, “If you only knew what it was like to be the gods we are. But you never will. You'll spend the rest of your life with your neck craned skyward, hoping not to get stepped on by a raptor who doesn't like the way you look.”

The titan suddenly grasped Varrin between two claws, forcing him to be bathed in the heat and sweat of a long day's work. His feet, sleek and honed over millions of years by evolution for predation, were larger than Varrin's entire being. They had an almost paradoxical weightiness to them, the flesh pressing inward from all sides and nearly smothering him.

Nix began thrusting his hips, knowing he was getting close. Sliding off the couch, he crouched down in front of Varrin and positioned his scaly foot directly over the miniscule theropod. Applying pressure, Varrin was left gasping for air. “Beg for it,” Nix intoned through gritted teeth. Any sense of pride thrown out the window, Varrin summoned the strength to squeak, “Please, I'll do anything. I'll be your slave. Just don't let me die here, not like this.” His vision began to darken, lungs screaming for air. Nix held his foot there, relishing his squirms. He brought it up just enough for Varrin to gulp down the precious oxygen he had so desired, then stomped back down, driving him to the brink of unconsciousness yet again.

Then, with hardly any warning, Nix aimed his cock at Varrin, almost shouting as he came, “You deserve this, you fucking parasite!” Varrin was quickly hammered by several volleys of semen, which to him might as well have been a tidal wave. He was forced to swallow more than a few mouthfuls just to keep breathing. The raptor slowly released the pressure on Varrin's body.

As Nix basked in the aftermath of his orgasm, Varrin laid there, broken and utterly exhausted. He didn't know why his lot in life was to beg at the feet of these massive predators, but he knew there was nothing he could do to change it.

Nix, satisfied with Varrin's work, stood up and stretched. “Not bad, not bad at all. I see you've had some experience, bug.” Cruelly smiling, he narrowed his gaze. “You don't know how much I'd like to just grind you into oblivion right now, mash you into a pulp.” Nix placed one of his feet on top of Varrin and applied enough pressure to cause the hapless theropod to begin panting. The heat was overwhelming, and Nix's sickle claw was dangerously close to his chest.

Varrin was scared, more so than he had ever been in his life. He had had some close calls before, but never like this. Nobody cared for his kind, and a cold realization dawned on him: he could end up barely more than a stain on Nix's sole, and no one would know the difference.
“You are the luckiest fucking mite in the world right now,” Nix continued, “because I'm not going to, at least not today.”

Varrin was hesitant to show any emotion, display anything that Nix could seize upon, but he was too elated. He truly thought he was going to die just then. “Thank you, thank you,” Varrin cried, lowering his head and kissing Nix's rough pads.

“Not so fast, you pathetic fucker. I didn't say I was letting you go, just letting you live. You're going to stay right here for a while. You shouldn't mind, since you were just begging to be my slave earlier.”

Varrin stopped groveling and stared blankly ahead. What Nix had been saying was true. His whole life was nothing but looking up at these towering behemoths, marveling at their unquestionable supremacy. Was it really a surprise to end up as the sex toy of one? For just a brief moment, Varrin wondered what it would be like living Nix's life. He really is a god.

In the midst of his ponderings, Nix pulled the helpless reptile up by the scruff of his neck and threw him into the cage that had stood so forebodingly in the corner. Varrin could tell it hadn't been used in quite a while, but nonetheless noted some suspiciously crimson stains lining the floor. Still sticky after being inundated with Nix's seed, Varrin collapsed and quickly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Nix, similarly spent, flopped back down onto the couch and didn't bother to clean up. He sighed, hearing the rain slow to a drizzle outside.

“Maybe today wasn't so bad, after all.”

Good lord...

That hit all the right spots - what a fantastic story! Nothing beats an arogant, uncaring, ultradominant raptor with a trample fetish.

Thanks very much for sharing this one, and for giving me a mention

Yes, a 10 out of 10 for demeaning put-down dialogue!

Thanks guys! Here's the conclusion:


The night he died was no different from any other. Varrin was utterly broken, forced to endure hours of torture every day after Nix got home from work. The imposing raptor had been keeping him alive on a bare minimum of crumbs and muddy water. There was no bold escape plan or daring rescue in his future—fleeing was impossible. His cage was under lock and key, not to mention the fact that the front door was a virtual brick wall for the three-inch-high theropod. Always a loner, no one was even looking for Varrin. For all intents and purposes, he was completely at the mercy of his volatile tormentor.

Nix had forced the reptile to refer to him as his master, and would savagely beat Varrin if he did not bow obsequiously whenever he walked past the barred prison. In fits of pique, the dromaeosaurid would launch the cage across the room, bloodying Varrin more than once. A few times Nix even brought over some fellow raptors who would take turns abusing his body in every way imaginable.

“You sure it’s not for sale, Ni? I can think of a few things I’d like to do to this fucker alone,” one had asked with a growl as he ground Varrin into the floor. How he was even alive after being trampled underfoot so often was anyone’s guess.

Like clockwork, Nix arrived home infuriated, but more so than Varrin had ever seen.

“Fuckin’ ridiculous,” he groused to no one in particular. To punctuate his rage, the behemoth overturned a bookshelf placed next to his front door. He slammed the door behind him, yanking the keys to the cage from high off the wall and plodding towards Varrin.

“You’re this close to being paste, so you better treat my pads like the fucking gods they are.”

He really likes that word, doesn’t he, Varrin laughed crazily to himself. At this point, it didn’t really matter to him what upset the raptor, as it was usually something petty anyway.

Varrin waited patiently, staring at Nix. Perhaps he had already gone a little insane, or maybe he was just resigning himself to the inevitable. He no longer had any fear, often wondering about the sweet relief that death would bring. Anything was better than this. Being a slave was less romantic than he had initially imagined, if that was at all possible. Instead of simply tending to Nix’s feet, he had been constantly pushed to the brink of unconsciousness by the raptor’s immense weight, spat upon, sexually violated. A thought even began gnawing at the back of his mind: Nix was actually helping him understand his place in the world. Varrin’s only purpose was to serve at the whim of his better, a dominant predator to his own pathetic life.

Unlocking the cage, Nix grabbed Varrin and threw him across the room.

“That’s what you get for looking me in the eye. Fuckin’ waste of space.” He hit the wall with a groan and slid down in a heap, clutching at his bruised flank. Nix leaped across the room, placing a foot on Varrin’s snout. He traced a deadly claw down Varrin’s chest, stopping over his heart and pressing down just enough for the reptile to shiver reflexively.

“You know the drill.”

Varrin had quickly learned not to disobey Nix when he was in this kind of mood. The last time he resisted, Nix had shoved him into one of his boots and slammed his foot repeatedly against the wall. The next day, as if to make himself crystal clear, Nix brought home another minute, sentient theropod. Without saying a word, he placed it in front of Varrin and obliterated the unfortunate being, bodily fluids spattering across the shocked reptile’s face.

He got on his knees and began massaging the rough, cracked pads, fingers moving up and down as they applied pressure. Nix’s toes flexed in response, and his angry features softened slightly. After a while, Varrin had come to appreciate the power Nix held. It didn’t make any sense, but there was something strangely attractive about someone that could wipe him out like an annoying bloodsucker, without any hesitation. Varrin didn’t deny that he spent some nights in that hellish cage fantasizing about what he would do to his kin if he were Nix. He couldn’t blame the azure raptor. You didn’t truly have power unless you took advantage of it, after all.

Placing his snout between Nix’s sickle claw and the next toe, Varrin inhaled deeply, taking in the combined scents that he had picked up throughout the day. Far from repulsive, Varrin’s mouth opened slightly in pleasure from the earthy, leathery smell. The theropod grabbed the foot, a few times his width, and shoved his face as deeply between the crevice as he could. He lapped up the moisture that had collected there.

“Holy shit!” Nix hadn’t seen Varrin this ambitious in the past. His eyes bugged out, inhaling deeply in pure bliss. These pests can really throw themselves into it. Nix, as Varrin had suspected from the cage’s presence, culled a handful of the theropods over the past few months. Each one had met an unfortunate end sooner or later. In fact, Nix reckoned that this one had lasted longer than any of the others. After regaining his composure, he smirked down at the speck. “That’s how you treat your superior, bug.” Varrin paid him no attention, having lost himself in devotion. Nix roughly squeezed his toes together, snapping him back to reality.

“Yes, mas—”

“Did I fucking say you could speak?”

Varrin took the hint and remained silent. He darted his tongue out, beginning to clean the grime from the bottom of Nix’s foot. While kneading his arch, the theropod licked cyclically over his pads, slowly shining each one. They were usually coated with dirt and the mashed remains of insects that Nix had unknowingly trampled upon. As a desperate scavenger, it was better than what Varrin was usually forced to consume before meeting the raptor.

By then Nix was painfully aroused. The dinosaur began undoing his pants, a zipper releasing the pent-up erection dripping with anticipation. He gave it a few greedy squeezes before settling into a pattern of lazy strokes. Nix was determined to enjoy himself at the expense of Varrin’s self-esteem.

Reminding the slave who was in charge, Nix stooped down and crushed Varrin between his claws before bringing him up to eye level. The theropod felt Nix’s hot breath lingering heavily in the air over him as the raptor grinned.

“You’re going for a little ride.”

Within a few wet strokes, Varrin was trapped between Nix’s humid palm and enormous cock. He labored to move his snout out of the way and gulped down fresh air from between Nix’s fingers. Despite feeling more humiliated than ever subjected to this kind of degradation, Varrin figured inaction would only result in pain. He straddled Nix’s malehood in earnest, using the raptor’s pre to allow himself to glide across the pulsing flesh. Varrin flicked his tongue across the slit, causing Nix to jolt and gasp.

Nix, apparently satisfied, plucked Varrin up. Before casting him down, however, the larger reptile lifted his paw with one hand and held Varrin in the other. He violently slammed the theropod into his foot, rubbing his body up and down its length. Blood oozed from a gash on Varrin’s face, which Nix used as lubricant. Nix then cast Varrin back down, still covered in his juices. The small figure immediately bounded back to Nix’s scaly feet, running between two toes and gazing upward, as if he were appreciating a colossal sculpture. He put his head down and kissed the uneven flesh.

Nix gradually lifted his digitigrade paw, taking sticky pre that had collected on the floor with it. He placed it over Varrin’s face and began applying pressure. Varrin likened the foot to a freight train. He could see it speeding towards him, but nothing he could do would stop it from slamming into him. The feeling of hopelessness was overwhelming. The wound on his snout was now gushing, causing him to feel woozy. His lungs burned and abdomen strained against an impossible amount of force.

Nix couldn’t hear the miniscule theropod’s struggles over his own moaning, and continued to apply his full weight. Varrin could hear cracking as he guessed a few ribs had broken. His vision was completely darkened by Nix’s pads, which rasped over his face. This blindness triggered an instinctual panic, leaving him gasping and weakly clawing at the unyielding scales. With the last strength he had remaining, Varrin screamed for him to stop, but his voice still wouldn’t reach.

Varrin’s body gave way with a sudden and violent crunch, putting the theropod’s brief, miserable existence to an end. Before slipping into the void, he saw Nix wasn’t even paying attention to him, instead focused only on pleasuring himself. Gore spewed out from under Nix’s foot, starkly coating the dinosaur’s shapely legs. Varrin’s form twitched and emitted an obscene gurgling before falling still.

The sound caused Nix to glance down, and one look at the carnage put him over the edge. His release was so powerful he had to steady himself on the wall, head pounding. With one final, slick tug, viscous ropes of cum desecrated Varrin’s remains. Nix ground the entirety into the floor in a lusty haze, his pads soaked in blood. His heavy breaths began to subside, and a look of disgust flitted across his face. Nix drew his foot up and glared at the underside, sinewy tendrils still hanging down.

“Fuck. Now I have to find a new one.”

*does the Citizen Kane clap he can never find*

Okay yes, that was brilliant.

You perfectly captured a mood of casual, effortless domination right there. What a scarily sexy story and thank you very much for sharing it!

This story (+ its continuation) is absolutely PERFECT in every single way. X3
The dominance, the lust, the perspective, it all falls together in the most hottest trample story I've ever read.
Great work. ;3

I'm not into feet, but I think you have a promising style of writing.