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.”