The Mounting Pole
Ahastar slowly woke, not wanting to wake, wanting to be dead far more than anything else. He tried to move, slowly shifting his body as to not elicit too much pain from his sore and aching being. As his leg slowly shifted, the slight twitching of his muscles set his body on fire, and pain tore through him, forcing a gasped whimper from his muzzle. The raptor instantly regretted his noise and tried to muffle it, but the sharp ears of his current guard, Razakor, had already picked up the sound. Instantly, the black and blue raptor had risen to his feet, planting a hard foot down on the deinonychus' outstretched tail. Ahastar couldn't hold back the pain any longer--the agony rose like an angry bubble and he let his jaw-hinges drop, his throat spewing forth a cry of anguish, despair, and humiliation. Of course, this promptly alerted every other raptor in the pack to his consciousness, and they all turned their heads toward the source of the noise. Feeling slightly abashed and deeply ashamed for his moment of weakness, Ahastar snapped his jaw shut as quickly as he dared, choking down the subsequent sobs that came as Razakor slowly ground his tail into the ground with the smooth pads of his foot.
"It lookss like our little pesst is finally awake..." The brutal Utahraptor hissed, "I'll bet you wissh you had sstayed unconssciouss, don't you, pesst?"
He laughed darkly, enjoying Ahastar's discomfort and the physical squirming that his heavy foot caused. Turning his head lazily to survey his packmates, the dark tormentor wondered what amusement awaited his fellows that day. The thought had barely crossed his mind when a dark shadow passed overhead, blotting out the sun and plunging his pack's nesting area into darkness for a moment. For just a second, fear sprang into his mind of an unexpected assault from the large flock of Quetzacoatli that had lately intruded into their territory. Their airborne advantage would have spelled disaster for the pack had it been caught unawares. But the dark shadow soon resolved itself into a serpentine shape, which coiled back around to circle the clearing, its owner soon landing upon the ground with a resounding thump.
Much relieved, Razakor reached down to seize his captive's tail in one hand, ignoring the sudden whimper of pain that came with such sudden pressure. "Come along, vermin, an old friend wants to meet you..." The heavy Utahraptor dragged his small victim along by his tail, grinning to himself at the small moans and whimpers that bouncing along the rough ground forced from the pained Deinonychus. He finally came to a stop before what seemed like a wall of bronze leather. Rubbing it fondly, and quite familiarly with his free hand, the raptor roared up, "Guess who I brought you, Timanth! It's our new omega raptor. Say hello to Ahastar!"
The bronze mass shifted as a massive hided head lowered down, the huge azure eye whirling in serene speculation as it looked the two over. It widened a little in recognition, the massive orb conveying clear emotions of slight surprise, then pleasure, then thinly veiled malice. "Well Ahastar, what a pleasant surprise! I'd given you up for lost the last time I saw you, since Gorflame didn't come knocking at my door again. But now that I see you've landed in such...capable claws, I don't think I need to worry anymore." He smiled mockingly, nodding his head a little to the raptor who was suddenly sputtering in rage, fear, and disbelief, and turned his attention towards his jailer, who was grinning in pleased, if somewhat puzzled, surprise.
"I take it you two know each other?"
"Oh, ever so well," The bronze dragon replied pleasantly, "So...now that I'm here, and have been so pleasantly surprised, I assume that Shakrith and Xantir have something planned for summoning me so unexpectedly?"
Grinning back, the fierce bruise-colored raptor roared unabashedly, "They sure do, and actually, it involves you."
"Does it?" asked Timanth, raising his huge eyeridge elegantly.
"Well, you and the rest of the pack, but you'll be our...foundation, I should say."
Looking back over at the violently trembling and whimpering Ahastar, the bronze dragon exclaimed in mock pity, "I think you should just tell him what you're planning to do with him. His little mind is probably imagining all sorts of horrible torments right now. It would probably calm him down if he had just one horrible torment to focus on."
"I doubt it, but it would probably make him squirm some more..." Leaning down, the muscled guard whispered loudly into his captive's ear, "Listen up, pessst. We're going to shove the lord dragon's cock down your throat so hard it'll stretch your stomach apart. Then we're going to fuck your cloaca and ass, one by one, or maybe two of us at once, until we're all satisfied. Even the girls are going to fuck you."
He laughed loudly, the hissing sound grating in the white raptor's ears, his words stunning his victim too much to evoke a reaction. Looking into the deinonychus' eyes, the utahraptor could see the confusion spreading in the little raptor's brain: Girls? Fuck? There must be a mistake.
Letting out another laugh, softly sibilant this time, he whispered simply, "You'll see..." and continued to drag the raptor forwards, towards the place where Shakrith and Xantir watched over the pack. By now, he could see that he had spooked his prisoner quite abit (the latter was desperately clawing at the ground and trying to dig his talons in), and he almost overflowed with malevolent amusement. Coming finally to what could be equated to the pack leaders' throne where the black and white raptors were already waiting expectantly, he executed the ritual submissive bow and straightened up again.
"As you have probably seen, the dragon Timanth has arrived. I have brought the omega, as you have requested."
Xantir inclined her head in acknowledgement, "Very good." She calls out to a nearby grass green raptor. "Vlaskir, gather the rest of the pack in the open ground they cleared yesterday." She nods in satisfaction as the obedient youngster runs off. He had always been the easiest to get along with...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a joyful roar from Shakrith as Timanth's head came into view, the dragon having turned his neck for a closer look at the goings-on below. "Timanth! You crotchety old dragon you! How've you been?"
The dragon's muted snort rumbled down agreeably from above, "Very well, better since I've seen...ah...your little omega there. I was wondering where he had disappeared to."
"So he was yours! Well, hardly a surprise. It would explain why he was so beaten up when I found him."
"Ah, yes...we'd just finished having a little fun together."
"Some fun you must have been having...he literally fell from the sky and landed at my feet! Anyway," the black raptor said with a grin, "we'll be having a lot more fun today, and I've got a very good idea involving you..."
The copper Asian dragon lowered his head interestedly, his azure eyes whirling quicker in anticipation, "And what, exactly, would that plan entail?"
"Why don't I show you instead of telling? You'll like it, I promise you that. Now, see that clearing over there? I need you to position your crotch right over it, and lower it down to a level where we can reach it."
Rumbling to himself in curiosity, the bronze drake did as he was told, rotating his body gingerly so it was in the required position and settling into a low crouch with his hind legs fully bent. Even at this fully lowered position, his nether regions still rose a fair amount of distance off of the ground, and the dragon turned his eyes once more onto the pack leader, "Is this low enough?"
"That's the perfect height," The Utahraptor assured him, "Now just sit back and enjoy this...We certainly will..."
Still very interested in what was going to happen, Timanth turned his head and watched the scene beneath him unfolding. What he saw set a faint rumble of surprise and anticipated pleasure through his entire body. Ahastar had been dragged, kicking and screaming and cursing, up beneath the gigantic bulge of the bronze dragon's sheath. The two larger male raptors Zzorkor and Razakor proceeded to lift the little raptor bodily up and aim his muzzle at the bulging package.
"Open up, hehheh," Zzorkor rumbled nastily.
With that phrase, the two raptors proceeded to cram the raptor's face into Timanth's crotch. The dragon gave a soft roar of pleasure, and the bulge began to grow larger as the dragon's arousal caused his still-hidden member to swell. Previously, his scent had already been strong, but now the pungent odor fairly blasted into Ahastar's nostrils, the stink invading his olfactory sensors and causing him to retch dizzily. His haze was broken by the uncomfortable sensation of something huge and hard pressing against his face. Opening his eyes, the whimpering raptor was greeted with several hundred pounds of dragon meat shoving against his mouth. Letting out a closed-teeth screech, the deinonychus pressed his lips firmly closed, but to no avail! His Utahraptor captors, obviously anticipating this move, each reached up one long arm and grabbed a hold of his upper and lower jaws, pulling down to wrench the protesting maw open.
"Alright, Timanth...thrust downwards. Slowly!" Shakrith instructed.
The bronze dragon complied, leisurely bucking his hips forwards and down against the raptor maw Zzorkor and Razakor had carefully lined up with the thick tip of the Asian drake's phallus. As the very top of the head penetrated the stretched maws and began to force its way down Ahastar's esophagus, the raptor's struggles became more violent as his air passage was compressed to a dangerously thin tube. The two Utahraptors holding him firm had no trouble keeping the thrashing victim restrained as the thick tip of the dragon's cock, with its bulging knot of flesh, slowly yet inexorably pushed down the white deinonychus' throat and into his stomach. The rest of the cock followed, the S-shaped cone of the Asian dragon's penis stretching Ahastar's mouth so wide his jaws were almost horizontal as more and more dragon meat forced its way into the small raptor's body. His body was visibly swelling, distending with the sheer girth of the organ being jammed into it. Long ago, the whimpering and crying had been cut off as the thick shaft filled his entire throat, leaving only scant room for some much-needed oxygen to trickle into his lungs. He wasn't even able to vomit up his previous meals with the shaft completely plugging up his throat.
"At least this party will be free of his sniveling," Razakor commented, to the snickering of the gathered pack.
The two large raptors had long ago removed their hands from the raptor's jaws, soon letting go of his body entirely as the dragon's member hardened fully inside of Ahastar, raising his body into a diagonal position and wearing it tightly as a condom. The veins of the dragon's immense phallus could be seen pulsing against the raptor's stretched hide. By now the tip was jammed firmly down into the base of the raptor's belly, just above his cloaca. Noticing this, Shakrith motioned for Timanth to stop.
"That's perfect...now you just sit back and enjoy..." The raptor leader hissed. Nodding once with pleasure, the bronze dragon assumed a natural position, which put his head above the trees again.
As pack leader, he had the privilege of taking the first turn at Ahastar, and he proudly took it. Rubbing his crotch lewdly with one hand, he boldly strode to the strung-up raptor, hissing softly as he pretended to examine the white half-demon's genital slit and tailhole.
"Too tight!" He declared, "I guess I'll just have to loosen them up some!"
Turning back towards his pack, he raised his arms on both sides of his body and leaned back on his tail, displaying the two thick, black, throbbing pieces of raptor cock that were the trademark of this particular pack leader. The female raptors and Malnat hissed in approval, some of them already rubbing their own femslits and sheath in arousal. The twin members of the pack leader never failed to draw a wave of hissing from his followers, especially since he was the only raptor out of the many packs that roamed the land who possessed such a impressive endowments. Although some of the smaller males roared softly in mock envy, the protests were only half-hearted, and everyone enjoyed the spectacle with much stomping and hissing.
The low rumbling noise of approval only grew louder as Shakrith stepped up to the hanging raptor, slowly positioning one member at each of Ahastar's orifices. He made sure to do it slowly, knowing the white deinonychus was straining his eyes to catch every bit of what was happening to his nether regions, not out of interest or curiosity, but out of self-preservation. The increased thrashings of his lower body confirmed that fact, but the black raptor paid no attention as he casually grabbed the small raptor's legs, yanked them apart just as casually with his significantly stronger arms, and rammed both of his shafts deep into his fucktoy, hilting immediately.
For a moment, there was simple silence as Ahastar froze with the sudden realization that foot-long thick shafts of raptor meat were impaling both his anus and his cloaca, and the rest of the pack took in the awesome sight of their leader double penetrating the omega. Then, like muting walls suddenly breaking down with a war raging outside, sound returned in a fury of hisses, roars of approval, stomps of excitements, and purrs of lust. And under it all, like a small whisper being steamrolled-over by the huge wave of noise, the raptor's strangled and muffled scream of pain as tears formed in his crystal-blue eyes and streamed down his face. Heavy breathing from above reminded the pack of the bronze dragon's presence, a low moan of pleasure carrying down from above the trees. Shakrith's thrust had slid Ahastar up further onto the dragon's flesh, only to slide down again as the width of the cock forced him back down. Timanth let out another moan, ruffling the trees from above.
"I don't know what you're doing down there, but it feels damned good...don't stop!"
"Oh, this is just the beginning, I assure you!" The Utahraptor leader roared upwards.
With a satisfied snarl, Shakrith began to thrust, each of his strokes long, hard, and slow, drawing out his fuckthing's pain as much as possible, while prolonging his own pleasure. The tight folds of Ahastar's cloaca and the even tighter ring of his tailhole sent tingles of pleasure through his dual cocks, and every time he pulled out a thick "SCHHHHLP!" sound emanated from both orifices. He could feel his tips drooling pre with pleasure, letting his strokes slide smoother and deeper into his victim. The lubrication also augmented the loud sucking sounds accompanying his thrusts, drawing roars of laughter and lust from his audience.
Soon, his deep thrusts reached a solid barrier in Ahastar's cloaca, and he could feel the flaccid bit of the white raptor's own maleflesh against the tip of his shaft, and he rammed harder into the raptor, feeling the limp organ mashing under the thick intrusion of his own organ, slowly being crushed to pulp, "feminizing" the raptor he was thrusting into. It was shoved deeper and deeper until it had no where to go, whereupon it began slowly, painfully turning into a bloody smeared mess across the inner walls of Ahastar's cloaca, as could be evidenced by the obvious tears of pain and humiliation streaking down his face as well as the strangled screams coming from around Timanth's huge S-curved shaft. Blood started to seep from around his twin rods as his rough thrusts scrubbed his toy's inner flesh raw and scraped it crab red.
The raptor in front of him suddenly shuddered, squeezing his eyes tightly as a strangled scream burst from the tortured jaws as an explosion of yellow liquid suddenly fountained outwards around Shakrith's withdrawing cock. The Utahraptor pack leader let out a roar of triumph that was echoed by the rest of his pack at having forced Ahastar to piss himself. He reveled in the feeling for a moment at the warm urine trickling down his dual shafts before resuming his thrusts, the wet squishing sounds louder than ever under the compression of deinonychus fluid waste.
Shakrith could feel his climax building deep within his loins, the swelling sensation between his legs driving his thrusts harder but no less deep. Indeed, every time the raptor leader rammed into his fucktoy his hips pressed flush with the other's white and crab-red flesh, hilting fully within him before withdrawing almost completely, the tips of his dual shafts teasing the tortured clash before piledriving deep again. He could feel the raptor's cloacal and anal flesh giving way under his violent thrusts, and bared his teeth in a feral grin of pure lust.
Suddenly, the pack leader stiffened, tensing as he felt his orgasm rocket up from between his legs up his twin shafts and into the tips of his cocks. The feeling only started his thrusting anew, tighter and faster than before, the black raptor staying almost completely hilted as he moved his hips in short, powerful strokes. Finally, he could hold it in no longer and let out a roar of triumph, loud enough to startle nearby pterosaurs from the trees and echoed enthusiastically by the pack around him as he began to climax into the raptor, jetting his thick, ropy seed into his toy with loud, SPRAP sounds, the fountains of Utahraptor semen geysering powerfully into Ahastar's tailhole and cloaca. The powerful Utahraptor held his position for several minutes, feeling the strong spurts of his orgasm slowly fade into a slow oozing of cum. Only when he felt his meat softening did he pull out, causing a shock of pleasure to run through the sensitive flesh, hardening the dual black phalluses again. He turned around to face his pack, roaring in triumph to them as he thrust his hips outwards, displaying his yellow, red, and white-coated member proudly. In response, his pack mates hissed and stomped their approval.
"Well now! I've loosened him up a little! Who wants to try him out next?"
A flurry of raised claws answered his challenge, as the pack leader knew would happen, and he allowed a slow, snarling chuckle to escape his throat/
"Alright, alright. We'll handle this in a logical fashion...we don't want our toy to be stretched so wide that he'll be too loose to take some of us..." Seeing Ahastar's eyes, which had until that sentence been closed with pain, suddenly open wide with shock, the black raptor let out another laugh.
"Those of you who want a go at the raptor, line up from...ahem...smallest to largest in front of him," Shakrith said as tactfully as he could.
Surprisingly, there was no snapping or hisses of malice among his pack, only some good-natured teasing, the younger pack members obviously feeling that they would come into good size in their time. The pack leader was pleased to see that no less than four raptors of all sizes had lined up in front of the white omega.
"Before you get started, I want to check on our dragon friend up there..." Shakrith said, holding out a foreclaw to halt Malnat, the first in line.
"Hey Timanth! Are you alright up there? You're not going to explode on us anytime soon are you? There's at least four of the pack that want a go at your little cocksleeve here!" He yelled up.
An answering rumble came from above, laced with lust and pleasure, "I'm...quite alright here," the dragon said between pants, "I'll try to keep it in as long as I can...although with what you're doing to me down there I'm not sure I can manage for all that long!"
The black raptor let out a low chuckle, "We'll forgive you if you can't hold it until we finish, but do try, hmm?"
Turning his attention back to his pack, he motioned Malnat forwards, then stepped back to join Xantir, draping an arm around her shoulders and drawing her close, enjoying the spectacle with his mate, his cocks still fully extended with excitement.
The dark green raptor had stepped up close to Ahastar and was whispering in the stricken deinonychus' ear.
"Mmmm...I guess I can't fully kiss you like this, so something else will have to do..."
Without further prelude, the Utahraptor began a slow, lecherous lick from the white omega's neck, tracing a sinuous line with his tongue down the red front of the half-demon's body. He ignored the feeble attempts at resistance and continued to tease, lingering at Ahastar's cloaca, which still oozed Shakrith's thick white cum, and licking a few circles around the crab-red flesh. Amused rumbles emanated from the watching pack, every raptor in it knowing Malnat's homosexual tendencies by now. They laughed with sadistic glee at Ahastar's humiliation and discomfort, knowing that he hated being treated in such a shameful way. The green Utahraptor had reached the tailhole of his "mate," still oozing semen, and nuzzled deeply into it, drawing muffled gasps of shame from the stretched muzzle above him. He slipped his tongue in deeply, slowly cleaning out the inside flesh before withdrawing and swallowing wetly, grinning as he reached his hands up to caress the albino raptor. Slowly, stroking his erect member, he pressed against Ahastar's body, guiding his cock to the tailhole of his fuck-mate.
"I've been waiting to do this for so long...although I really do wish I had your muzzle to toy with..."
The dark green raptor began to slide his member slowly into the white raptor's anal ring, letting out lust-filled coos of pleasure. Having been loosened considerably by Shakrith's violent thrusting, the battered flesh yielded little resistance to Malnat's smaller shaft, which slid in smoothly and easily, but still hugged around it snugly in reflex. As the dark green raptor started to thrust, the increased lubrication from the pack leader's semen already inside allowed him to easily slide his meat in and out, pleasuring him to no end as his cock was surrounded by warm, pliant raptor ass.
"Gods you're sso good, Ahasstar," The emerald Utahraptor panted, "I really need to fuck you more..."
As the gay Utahraptor continued to eagerly thrust himself into Ahastar's tailpipe and rub his body lewdly against his "mate," the watching pack cheered him on, laughing at the copious tears of humiliation and shame coming from Ahastar's cyan eyes at being used like a female. Malnat had stopped talking, so lost in his pleasure that he was only given to grunts and hisses of pleasure as his orgasm built between his legs and tingled its way up his shaft. His pistoning became quicker and harder, more erratic as the pleasure rushed to the head of his forest green member. Finally, after a few firmly hilted thrusts, the lewd raptor pulled out all the way and rapidly stroked his painfully erect member up and down with his right hand, teasing his tailhole with the talons of his left. He used the mix of Shakrith's leftover seed, oozing blood, and Ahastar's forced-out dung as lubrication, jerking his claws firmly against his meat. With a satisfied and perverted hiss, the green raptor thrust his hips forwards and shot thick ropes of raptor seed all over the front of Ahastar's body. The volume was small compared to the amount Shakrith had injected into the white raptor, but the fact that Malnat had completely painted the front of his fuck-partner made the effect more visual, the dirty-white staining the whiter scales of the half-demon in sticky ropes.
"Ahhh...that was a good fuck, Ahastar...thank you for your ass...I'll be around to take it again tonight," He teased as he rejoined his pack-mates in the crowd.
The next raptor that stepped up was the homosexual hunter's opposite in every way. Younger than the hunter, Vlaskir was a light green in comparison to Malnat's dark emerald, and possessed darker jade markings instead of Malnat's light ones. But the biggest difference was in their feet. Instead of the smooth, padless soles the hunter had for silent stalking, Vlaskir had rough, pitch black pads, able to weather the long hours of running he had to do as a scout. The young raptor now sat down and leaned back on his tail, raising the heavily padded feet for the pack, and Ahastar, to see. He grinned slightly at the wincing the albino half-demon managed even half-stuck onto the massive column of flesh.
With a smug grin, the grass-green scout leaned forwards and rammed both of his hind feet into Ahastar's crotch, planted straight on top of his cloaca.
"Since your current position won't allow me to stretch you to fit in, I'll have to settle for second best..." He taunted.
The young raptor began stroking his paws against Ahastar's already crab-red cloaca, drawing muffled whimpers of pain from the captive deinonychus. Up and down his feet rubbed, the rough, calloused black pads like sandpaper against the tender cloacal flesh. They were quickly coated with a mixture of semen, urine, and blood, but Vlaskir did not mind, murring at the sight of his own feet pressing against raptor flesh. His member had long since grown to full size, slightly larger than Malnat's, the young raptor already at an impressive length for his age. The green Utahraptor stroked it idly, fixated on getting as much contact with his feet as possible. Occasionally, he would plant both feet firmly on the reproductive slit of his captive and push hard, the rigidity of Timanth's own massive shaft holding Ahastar firm while the thick, black pads slowly sank into cloacal flesh, leaving deep prints behind which were revealed when the grass-green raptor removed his feet, showing them to the amusement and approval of the pack before continuing his rubbing. The stroking of the raptor also pressed hard against Timanth's iron-solid shaft, drawing out even more moans of pleasure from above the treetop, mixing with Ahastar's whimpering and the pack's rumble of approval to create a primal sound that would chill an Allosaur's blood...or send it into a mating frenzy.
Finally, with a muffled whimper of shame and humiliation, Ahastar spasmed under the torturing paws, writhing wildly as his cloaca erupted into a yellow and white fountain, spraying his pitiful raptor seed all over, the directing organ having long ago been crushed under Shakrith's black shaft. Having drawn the wanted effect from his captive, Vlaskir turned and proudly displayed his stained feet to his audience before swiping them heavily once on whatever area was not marked by Malnat's seed, leaving two hindfoot-shaped smears before getting to his feet, executing a small bow and joining the pack once more.
There were only two males left in the line, and the first one stepped forwards, grinning in anticipation. His brown markings clearly showed him to be Karsanch, and his own phallus was already erect from watching his previous pack-mates work on the half-demon. Casually, he aimed his light-tan shaft at Ahastar's tailhole and pressed in, not seeming to be driven by lust. Once he was half-way in, he stopped and half-lidded his eyes in relief, letting his lower jaw drop and tongue slowly loll out. At first, nothing happened, but the gradual widening of Ahastar's exhausted eyes belied that appearance, and indeed, the beginnings of yellow fluid began to drip from the loosened tailhole. Unable to clench properly anymore, the half-demon was leaking, and the fluid was Karsanch's urine. Clearly, he had never meant to fuck the demon, or cum into him; only to mark him with his urine, as a casual piece of property.
As the raptor's belly bulged from the sheer volume of raptor piss being pumped into him, the leaking increased to a steady stream, and the green-and-brown raptor deigned to open his eyes enough to see what the problem was. Hissing in disgust, the first sign of intense emotion he had shown since beginning to urinate into his toilet, he pulled his hips out and withdrew, letting a steady stream of his piss shoot out of the white deinonychus' abused tailhole. Still letting his fluids flow, he selected a new target, painting the white raptor's torso yellow in the process, the urine mixing with Malnat's seed to create a disgusting, oozing fluid that dripped and yet was sticky and thick. The brown-marked raptor once again thrust forwards, this time in Ahastar's tighter cloaca, drawing a pain-wracked scream from above him, which he calmly ignored. Lidding his eyes again after he made sure no leakage was occurring, he emptied the rest of his bladder into the cloaca, the acidic piss steaming and burning the scrapes and wounds already inflicted into the tortured male slit. The spectacle drew great approval from the audience, although Karsanch feigned indifference and acted like using the white raptor as a toilet was completely normal, that it was Ahastar's place to be his latrine. After at least a minute, he finished and withdrew, not even giving the raptor a second glance as he strode back into the crowd.
Finally, only one last Utahraptor stood before Ahastar. He grinned wickedly, every inch of his bruise-colored body emanating malice and sadism. To his surprise though, his fellow warden also stepped forward.
"Why should males be the only ones to rape our mutual toy senseless?!" Trisskh hissed.
"Well," Xantir said calmly from the rear of the pack where she watched everything with lidded-eye interest, "We females lack the necessary...organs to do so."
A slow rumbling from above interrupted the conversation, "I believe I can help with that..."
The massive tailspade of the bronze dragon slid into the clearing, unfurling to reveal a two-pronged apparatus, almost shaped like a boomerang, except more three dimensional. It seemed to be symmetrical in the middle, and from that center extended the two prongs which were peculiarly shaped. In fact, realized the pack, they were exactly shaped like Shakrith's shafts.
"I hope you do not mind me using your phalluses for models, Shakrith," The voice came again from above.
"Not at all," Said the highly flattered pack leader, stroking his still-erect cocks with self-conscious pride.
"Now, Trisskh, all you have to do is insert one end into your own femslit and tie the band snugly around your body, and there you have it, one female with a phallus. By the way, you probably want to insert the soft end into yourself...the stone section is for Ahastar," The dragon added with a chuckle. The pack hissed with amusement at this comment, seeing Ahastar's eyes bulge so wide they almost fell out of their sockets.
Trisskh took the tool into her hand, carefully aiming the silicon half at her slit, sliding it smoothly. Her eyes lidded over and she hissed in pleasure as the strap-on fit her just right, filling her completely and causing her femslit to gently squeeze at the thick phallus.
"Why my lord Shakrith...I never knew you felt so good," She said with a tone as close to teasing as she ever came.
"That's because those pleasures are strictly reserved for Xantir, warden," The leader replied, chuckling as his mate nuzzled into him, sharing a lust-filled gaze with the white Utahraptor.
Turning her attention to her fellow warden, Trisskh grinned ferally at him, a smile that was promptly returned as the black and blue raptor stroked his thick blue member. Razakor's monster of a phallus was a little shorter than one of Shakrith's shafts, but what it lacked in length it more than made up for in thickness, being at least half as thick again as Shakrith's.
"Shall we fuck the living hell out of him?" the male warden asked.
"You take the cloaca, I'll ream his pitiful ass," his female counterpart snarled back.
The black and silver raptors took positions behind and in front of the pain-wracked Ahastar, who was now whimpering unintelligibly. Grinning, Trisskh brutally grabbed the half-demon's tail and yanked it out of the way, rubbing her new stone shaft teasingly against his tailhole, drawing muffled screams of pain and fear from the deinonychus. Razakor snarled and did likewise with the smaller raptor's cloaca, pushing in a little and pulling out again, teasing their terrified victim to screaming again and again. Finally, the two seemed to grow tired of the little game, and as if from an unseen signal, they both thrust forwards, Trisskh hilting her stone phallus deep into Ahastar's tailhole, Razakor hilting his thick meat into his cloaca. For the second time that day, utter silence descended upon the clearing, and again, a low rumble of approval quickly rose to a roar of lust and satisfaction, mixing with the thin scream of the albino half-demon and a new, low moan of pleasure from above.
The two Utahraptors began to thrust, synchronizing themselves so as one drew out, the other pushed in, both panting in pleasure, Trisskh from the silicon penis being pressed deeper into her every time she shoved into her fuck victim, Razakor from the tingles running up his tightly-hugged shaft. Two distinct noises dominated the scene, the sandpaper grinding of the rough stone dildo scraping against flesh and scales, and wet squelch of a thick cock plowing deeper and deeper into Ahastar's male reproductive slit. They combined to form a nightmarish BRRRAKUSSH sound that drew new hisses of approval from the watching crowd, many of them fingering themselves or stroking their cocks at the sight.
Faster and faster the two thrust together, fueled by their lust and the knowledge of what they were doing to their mutual prisoner. Both wardens were driven by a sadism that informed their animal minds that they were inflicting horrendous amounts of pain and injury to Ahastar, and that made them ram into him all the quicker. Their strokes were long and powerful, leg muscles toned from years of chasing down escaping victims. The two could feel their mutual orgasm approaching, each one fueled by a different sensation, but driving towards the same goal, and their strokes sped up, not slackening in either length or strength. As they thrust, the moans from the dragon above became louder, himself nearing his climax, almost unable to hold back any longer.
Finally, from another innate, unseen signal, the two pulled out together all the way so that the tips of their shafts cleared Ahastar's body, then crouched and launched themselves up again, powerfully hilting themselves into the white deinonychus' body as they climaxed, crushing cloacal and anal flesh beneath their overpowering dual thrust. Razakor's cocktip flared once, twice, before exploding with cum inside of the half-demon's cloaca, flooding it and causing a small fountain to jet outwards around the intruding shaft. The volume came so quickly and in such great quantities that the seed forced its way into Ahastar's battered internal testicles, swelling them with the semen. Unable to take such huge quantities of Utahraptor seed, the reproductive organs exploded under the pressure, adding a splash of blood to the fountain of cum spraying out of the white half-demon's cloaca. Trisskh's orgasm was fluid-less, but no less powerful, the female Utahraptor literally crushing Ahastar's pelvic bone in with the power of her final thrust as her femsex clenched over and over on the replica phallus, the stone half buried in Ahastar up to the hilt.
As both raptor's came off their climaxes, they slowly pulled out, turning around to show off their bloody shafts, Razakor's smeared with urine, Trisskh's smeared with raptor dung. Both were liberally splattered with a coating of blood, at which the pack hissed its pleasure. As the two retreated back to the rest of the pack, Shakrith stepped forwards.
"Anyone else want a turn at the raptor?" He asked. Not getting a positive answer, he continued, "Then let's let our dragon friend up there have his fun!"
An approving roar came from the pack as those who had not had a turn at raping the half-demon surged forwards, taking ahold of his body, talons piercing fragile flesh. They began to slide him up and down like a cock-sleeve, brutally grinding him over the bronze dragon's member. A low roar of pleasure came from above, and Ahastar's tailhole began streaming a thick, clear, sticky fluid; the dragon's precum, lubricating the deinonychus' insides. The Utahraptors working on the half-demon started to move him faster, quickly impaling him over and over again on the copper Asian's massive S-bend.
Blood began pouring from all over the white half-demon's body, seeping through the wounds made by Utahraptor claws and the crack created by being stretched so widely by the huge cock. It oozed from Ahastar's tailhole, mixing with the sticky translucent pre, a sign of the havoc the massive slab of meat was wreaking to his internal organs. Indeed, they had now been crushed beyond all hope of recovery, the only thing keeping the half-demon alive was his very demonic nature.
The Asian drake suddenly tensed, and the raptors all cleared to a respectable distance as his orgasm took him. The already-massive shaft swelled up even more, completely bursting Ahastar open, raining blood and guts upon the ground as the half-demon literally burst at the seams, reduced to nothing but ripped hide and splattered organs. A gigantic roar burst across the clearing, flattening trees as a geyser of dragon seed erupted from the massive member, the explosion of semen clearing a wide swath flooded with white ropes of the viscous fluid. The Utahraptors watched in awe at the sight, even long after the inundating flow of cum had finished.
Rising from his crouch, the bronze dragon thanked the pack and Shakrith happily for the good time, launching himself with his massive feet, pressing footprints the size of craters into the ground and drifting off back to his abode.
Seconds later, a faint screaming grew louder as Ahastar regenerated, still whimpering and crying against the remembered pain. A toothed face leaned into view, black streaked with blue.
"Sleep time," Razakor snarled with a grin.
He only saw blackness after.