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BANG!

"Chapu...?"

There was no answer, so the little otter called out into the dark again,

"Chapu... you home?"

Nothing but an empty house yawned a reply. Silence though was not Eli's friend. The two had often shared an edgy relationship where during the daytime, the quiet had been a peaceful moment, but when the light's faded silence became malevolent - almost cruel in its creeping and seeping ways. It pervaded every sense of the slender otter as he sat in front of his desk, a soft computer-glow emanating about him to flood the room in darkened blue. The doorway just behind Eli was a misshapen hole amongst this haze, not quite identifiable but unmistakably there.

"Come on... don't scare me like last time..."

Eli turned his chair about slightly, the pivot squeaking sharply and making him shudder just that little bit more. Normally, he was used to the late nights, the oblivion to the world as he engorged in online videos and internet chats, and he felt safe in the flat he shared with the Komodo dragon. There was never anything to worry about when Chapu had his back. It was like having a live-in guard dog, only without the mess of malting fur or upkeep of a feral animal. But Chapu, the faithful protector, had gone out. Not anywhere in particular, just out with friends, just for one lonely night...

BANG!

The otter jumped with a start, swivelling all the way round as a second obvious crash sounded from downstairs. Eli knew in his mind that the house must have been cast in pitch, as he was the only one in tonight. He never let his bills rack up too much, so whatever was down there must be stumbling about. A burglar perhaps... or worse still, what about some psycho who's come to kill him?

His resolve quaked at the thought. He had no real means of defending himself... and his best bet of survival would be to hide, but there were so few places, most of which were already blatantly plain to him and anybody familiar with horror clichés. Under the bed, duck into a closet, hide under his desk... He'd be spotted for sure.

Eli rose, his whole body shaking as he contemplated the very real possibility that tonight might be his most testing night. His smoky black fur melded well in the darkness, so he felt very much like a shade himself as he crept delicately towards the doorway. He brushed a strand of green headfur from his eyes as he stared, quite frightened, into the gaping abyss that lay beyond his door. Poking his head out, he kept one paw braced against the frame as he squinted into the dark. No matter how hard he peered though he couldn't see anything. The strain of the light had made him unused to the shadows, so it took him a long while to adjust; shapes formed into familiar furniture and recognisable entities, and he no longer felt so afraid. Everything looked calm and in order, warranting a sigh from the relieved otter. How foolish of him, to be made so nervous by mere bangs. For all he knew, it could just be the next door being too loud or rowdy, or maybe somebody had accidently kicked over some trash cans.

BANG!

It came from the foot of the stairs, and in his panic, Eli slammed his door shut before zipping back to his desk chair. He hadn't seen anything, there was nothing there. But he couldn't deny it, whatever was making the noise was inside the house, and it was close. His chest rose and heaved with desperate panted breaths, his eyes darting about his room before setting themselves quite fervently on his door. Was he just imagining things? Surely if he saw nothing then there must be nothing there. Just an old house getting cold, that was all. Wooden beams creaking, perhaps the boiler had decided to kick up a fuss, who knows... But it was all just because Eli was overthinking... surely?

Creeeaaaak...

Eli's heart stopped as he heard the unwelcome sound of the first step making its painful cry. He knew it well; the house was a well ingrained memory to him, and every sound it made his mind remembered. The first step signified that whatever was here was very real, with a heavy footfall that had clunked upon the stairs.

Creeeaaaak...

The second step... How many were there now? Eli was mortified as he struggled to remember, his fear getting the better of him by kicking out all cognitive reasoning. He was left alone to his primal urges, with apprehension and terror taking the front row seats. How long would he have until this invader had reached his door? They must know by now that he was inside the house. Slamming his door had been a stupid thing to do. Now they knew exactly which room he was in. But he could hide, maybe not very well, but hide all the same; the only problem was where...

Creeeaaaak...

The third step... Eli clutched at ideas. In some vain attempt at sensibility, he flicked his monitor off sending the room into a swallowing darkness. Only the moonlight that shone in through his windows lit the place up, forming into two vague rectangles across the carpet. Under the bed, yes, that seemed like the best place. Hard to reach and perfect for somebody his size. Eli, as quietly as he could, snuck from his desk to where his bed stood, lowering himself to the ground and shuffling along his stomach until he was tucked safely beneath it. He shrouded himself as best he could, listening out as his breath came in short, hot bursts.

Creeeaaaak...

The fourth step...

Creeeaaaak...

The fifth one...

Creeeaaaak...

Then the sixth...

Eli whimpered softly to himself, curling his tail around his legs and hugging his chest. Perhaps they just wanted cash, or something expensive to pawn off... Maybe they'd leave him alone if he just stayed where he was and made no more noise.

He wished desperately that that would be the truth.

Creeeaaaak...

The seventh... It seemed like an age for one intruder to venture up the stairs.

Creeeaaaak...

The eighth... How much longer now?

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! BANG!

The door to Eli's bedroom was hurled open, so viciously that it crashed against the wall when its hinges swung open. The whole place shook, and a dusty cloud of plaster erupted from where the handle dented the wall. Eli's lungs ceased to work as his fear choked him, his heart deafening him to all else but this invader's presence. The otter stared out, eyes wide, as two gigantic clawed footpaws pounded against the floor, their owner edging his way into the room. There was no wariness to his stride, but instead a sense of a predatory arrogance. Eli, in his heightened state of senses, heard this beast sniff loudly, sampling the air of his room. Its breath was heavy, pulled in my what was a solid chest, huffing out in a lewd stench of musk. There was a smack of lips, a wet tongue lapping against what must have been ferocious teeth... Eli huddled away further, trying his best not to make a sound as he watched through the slit, waiting for this monster to leave, to do something, anything except to find him cowering beneath the bed.

THUD!

THUD!

Those footpaws came closer, horrifyingly close even, too close for Eli, but he remained perfectly still and held back his breath. Why wouldn't it just go away? Why tonight, of all nights?

The otter's tail lurched as he attempted to wind himself up into a tighter ball, and it thumped against a bed post, sounding a dull bump into the quiet room. A low growl started up from this beast, and a clawed paw curled under the bed's side. The flesh was a sickly green colour, almost a swampy shade, and appeared rough to Eli's sight. He whined as this paw, with immense strength of inhuman proportions, lifted the bed up with impossible ease. A second arm extended out through the darkness, and the belonging paw grabbed his neck, lifting him from out of the musty hiding spot. Eli shivered and mewled, begging to his attacker to let him live,

"Please! Take anything, just don't hurt me..."

A gruff, hardened voice cut a response, one that had Eli whimpering still,

"Sorry... but I can't do one without the other..." The otter wasn't given a chance to question what this monster meant. The bed was allowed to drop with an earth-shattering crack, and he was thrown back upon the tussled covers. Eli whirled around to finally take in the sight of this intruder, looking up to the towering behemoth which blotted out the pallid moon.

Distinctly, Eli could make out what looked to be a familiar form. The assailant was most certainly reptilian, sharing many physical traits with Chapu himself, but differing slightly in others... The Mohawk, for one thing, was plainly absent, whilst his overall appearance seemed pretty much indentical. This male, much like Eli's roommate, wore leather wrist bands and a spiked leather collar, only his however was adorned with a gleaming blue crystal, a some sort of pendant charm that hung from a metal rung in the strap. Piercings littered this male's body too, liberally distributed as much as the vague tattooed designed that scrawled itself across a good portion of his torso and limbs. If it weren't for the sinister glare that kept the other frozen in his place, and the gut-quaking sensation that made him whimper in fear, then he would have guessed that Chapu had merely gone out to the barber's for a quick touch-up.

What was more startling however was that all this man wore was, aside from the anklets, cuffs, and spiked leather collar, a single pair of grubby looking boxers, the clean outline of something thick and meaty pressing against the crotch. The otter's eyes watered as he took in this sight, feeling himself stirring below but demanding that his anatomy comply with the situation. But try as he might, whoever this lizard was, he had Eli practically salivating at the thought of submitting to whatever lay beneath.

"Now how're we gonna do this, littl'un..." That harsh voice growled, the sound like gravel being scattered across concrete. Eli didn't respond, his voice was not in his command, and he could do nothing but look up anxiously as the Komodo dragon eased himself onto the bed. The light shone across the beast's face, and Eli suddenly recognised him... He'd seen him before. Never in person, but Chapu had put up pictures of his family all about the place, so Eli wasn't mistaken; this was Andre, his older brother.

Eli knew little of Andre. Chapu didn't speak much about family, and when he did it was only in a fleeting instance that passed before Eli had even registered it. All he was aware of was that he shared an ambiguous relationship with Andre, one that neither appeared to be dead set in solidarity, nor one that was so distant that the two never spoke. Often Eli would hear snippets on conversations on the phone, but it always seemed so platonic and menial. Finally being face to face though with the real article was a different matter entirely.

"What are y-you doing here?" Eli managed to squeak out, somehow gathering courage as this male ate him up with a lurid gaze, "How d-did you g-get in?!" A low chuckle sent a chill down the otter's spine,

"Heh... My brother told me I'd find something tasty here... Said I should help myself. Can't say he's wrong, either..." Andre continued to chuckle, quite openly groping himself as he edged further forward, making the otter back up until he was flat against the headboard.

"N-no!" Eli said, teeth chattering and his body shaking, "Get out!"

A paw reached out, quicker than Eli could react, and snagged on his groin, a single claw tracing around the tip of the otter's firm cock. He couldn't move, his whole body swiftly going rigid as a most intimate part of him was teased and languidly tortured by this savage-looking claw. Beads of pre stained a small spot on his boxers where the lizard stroked, his mind betrayed by baser urges. He whimpered with his ears folded back and eyes clenched shut, wriggling against the headboard as Andre worked the otter into a feverish glaze. This was beyond perverted, it was almost borderline rape were Eli not trapped between this current state of fear and that blissful paradise of pleasure. Dully, he was vaguely aware that the second paw reached up beneath his tank top, lifting up the loose fabric and putting weight against his chest. The hypnotic swirls of a delicate claw against his head was enough to lose his attention for just a moment, up until those loving caresses stopped, replaced by the crueller side to such daggered fingers. The claws ripped upwards, cutting through the thin top and leaving it in tatters about the bed. Eli could do nothing as he was pinned against the headboard, hunched up and doubled over. The cool wash of the air clung to his fur as he finally began to feel the fuller extent of his vulnerability. Unable to move, exposed entirely, he was at the whim of this larger male with no means of resistance.

His ears seemed almost perpetually pinned to the back of his head as Andre leaned in close, his thick tongue darting out and flickering against Eli's soft neck. The otter shuddered as this alien torture became more persistent, Andre's moves becoming bolder as this tongue slithered its way through short fur. A moan escaped the otter's mouth when the tongue traced a lingering line across his abdomen, scraping ever so lightly against the beginnings of Eli's base. The lizard smiled, a malicious grin that proudly displayed such sordid intent, as he allowed his tongue to slip ever lower, slurping along the otter's solid cock that stood as hard as it could despite its lesser size. Eli had no need to resist the urge to hump the air, as try as he might to shift his hips forwards those claws held him tightly in place, unable to stop the leisurely attention he was getting from the Komodo dragon's lapping. It was all so perverted to him, having an intruder so casually defile his body like such, but he loved it. An inexplicable part of him was moaning and grunting aloud in his head, begging him for more. It struck out over the rational side of him, lashing against his logic and reason that this was something wrong and made him feel good... better than good, if he were honest. It gave him a thrill like nothing else.

Eli assumed that Andre would soon make his way, if not laboriously, to working over his cock, daring to bite his member off with such vicious teeth were he not to behave, but he whimpered out in protest when the lizard's lapping moved elsewhere. His frustration was still not enough to give him strength to move beyond Andre's grasp, so still he sat pinned there, watching and waiting. The felt his mind zone in on the tongue, feeling its fattened tip slide its way down across the taint between his legs, a clawed paw gripping a cheek and pulling his whole body out from under him. Eli fell back, bouncing upon his bed as he was manhandled into a more prone position. The tongue returned with insistent quickness, spreading out the otter's legs so that his hole was placed upon display. Eli couldn't have seen, even in the poor light, but it must have been something of a treasured sight to the domineering male, whose paws still continued to grope along his smaller frame whilst he lowered his muzzle to the cleft. He felt the chilling skin of reptilian scales brush and then scrape along his cheeks until that fat, swollen tongue wormed its way to his hole... Warm spit dribbled and slathered across the rim as Eli was suckled on a delicate place, making his whole body first go rigid from the sensation before wriggling and contorting with the jolts that ran down his back. Every so often the tongue would become adventurous, plunging just a little into the tight entrance before retreating to a safe distance once more. Eli's nerves didn't help; it set him on edge as he wondered why on Earth he'd allowed the situation to play out as it had. This man was raping him. This man with such deep, intoxicating golden eyes, who stared at him with such a predatory gaze that it shook him to his very core, was allowed to carry on having his way however he pleased. Eli should be resisting, he should be quaking and screaming and begging for help, yet still all he could do was huff and groan like the good little bitch this lizard must take him for. A willing bitch whose hole opened up an inch more perhaps with every tonguing thrust.

It was undeniably hot, at least, for Eli to admit that having such a beastly male working over his hole with such expert precision. Were it not for the scenario they'd met in, Eli would have asked for seconds, maybe thirds if Andre were up for it. In and out the tongue went, sliming the passage with reptilian spit until it became such an easy task. The otter could only imagine how loose he might be getting, as with the muzzle buried between his cheeks and so greedily slurping at his behind that it would be impossible to tell. His own paws, whilst having been idle relatively to this point, now gripped at his sheets, bunching them up into his fists as his body failed to properly recognise these waves of pleasure and know what to do with itself. His face was hot with a dark flush, eyes glazed over with a building lust that was growing to be unquenchable. The only thing that made Eli stop himself from throwing his ass at the lizard as for two simple reasons; firstly, it was still terrifying having sex with an intruder, and secondly Andre's intruder, beneath the ripe boxers, was beyond terrifying...

But Eli no longer had a say, as he realised that even with all the might he could muster, there was no chance of escape. Nor did he want to escape... Even with the prospect of having his hole potentially torn in two by the other monster that lurked at this monster's crotch, the otter wanted this. Some deep, dank, dirty part of him wanted to succumb to it. His breath became a ragged pant of anticipation and anxiety as that fat tongue was unceremoniously slurped out of his hole, letting cold air rush in and whip along his buttocks, a shudder travelling across his flesh. Pre dribbled, despite it all, from his head and strung itself across the sheets as Andre manoeuvred the male into the position which he felt suited best. Eli rolled onto his side, one leg still precariously poking up and out into the air as the lizard's hulking weight shifted about onto the bed. He heard the sound of something being removed, the bed creaking threateningly from the randomly shifting weight, until something very warm and quite meaty slapped against the otter's inner thigh. Eli whimpered, daring not to look down just yet but simply trying to comprehend what it was exactly which lay across his leg. By no means was he oblivious nor stupid, but he didn't want to admit the truth. There was no way it could the real article. It was a dildo of some sort, it had to be. Nothing could be like that...

Eli looked down... and it was. His eyes stared straight at this monstrosity which lay between his legs, resting just beneath his own cock and jutting out of his thighs. It was long, naturally, but it held a sizeable girth too which Eli daren't guess. All he knew was that even with the excellent rimjob, he was still going to have trouble taking it, regardless of drying spit. Its singular eye appeared elongated, as though its preposterous size allowed it to glare challengingly at him, spitting out heavy spurts of gloopy pre. Worse still, along its top, right down the shaft until it reached somewhere near the base were spines, raised to a point and looking quite menacing in the dark. Perhaps had Eli been drunk, or maybe just downright raunchy from having been denied for so long, he might have risen to the occasion, but faced with it now, out of his mind and lying with a strange male behind him, he wished it had no intention of finding a home deep within his ass. But as he begged some deity to end the lusting nightmare, he could feel the familiar throbs of blood rushing into the gargantuan beast that wakened from its slumber, growing in size and rigidity.

He felt it flex again against his legs, then again and again... It was showing it was ready, signifying that the wait was over. Andre didn't wait for any open invitation. His claws dug into the otter's thigh as he lifted the limb up and away, spreading Eli's cheeks apart and levering his hips back. That fat cockhead rubbed against his stretched rim, barely able to slip inside. Eli didn't want it; he didn't want it to go in so soon... He needed more time, more chance to loosen up, but Andre's paws denied him such a privilege. It snaked up and coiled about his shoulder, pushing him down as that groin rose up to meet in between. The thick head pressed hard against the rim, greeted by some resistance, but it was all irrelevant, as with a slick pop it slid inside. Eli gasped and mewled, crying out into the dark as he felt the first of the spines kiss and stroke along his gorging rim, the girth stretched him further than he thought capable. Chapu had always made the otter feel hollowed out and spread to his limit, but this went beyond that. It was as though the drill bit was now replaced with the fatter cousin, the one that had sat next to it in the toolbox, the one you never used until you needed a gaping hole...

The otter whined aloud as Andre pushed deeper, the prickled spines flexing out as the rim slipped over them. He merely grinned as he listened to Eli's wails and cries, feeling his body writhe against his barrelled chest. The hole was pushed so tightly around his member, feeling the pulse of the little male's body pound so heavily and quickly against his meat. He managed about half his length before the otter's throes of painful pleasure reached too loud a decibel. The otter was left to settle, to shudder and shake as he was forced to accommodate the beast which slithered its way into his depths. The searing heat burnt as though a hot poker had been carelessly shoved up his behind, but the unmistakable signs of blossoming pleasure waved over this... Eli just drowned out the pain with noise. It seemed the only thing that distracted him sufficiently enough to bear with the lizard's persistent nature. The spines dug along his inner walls, adulating against them in such bizarre and tantalising strokes. With each little shift and wriggle, it sent Eli's nerves on edge.

The respite was not to last, nor was the fucking. Andre seemed fixed upon getting his conquest, and so came the second half of the painful ordeal. Eli bit his lip, knowing that once the initial brutality was over he could soon enjoy it himself with whatever might be left of his hole, but it still hurt nevertheless. The Komodo dragon lurched forwards, delivering another inch or two more into the cum-slick depths, the natural juices which leaked from his head lubricating the way somewhat. It was a raw rutting, something which Eli was no stranger to, but certainly didn't look forward to with such a mammoth plunging into his ass. He grunted as a few inches more made him burst open, feeling those spines now callously scrape across his sweeter spot. His cock lunged in response, sending a sticky string of a dulled orgasm across the bed. He was nowhere near to the edge, but it was as though Andre had begun to fuck the cum right out of him. He whined again, louder this time, as finally the lizard's anatomy paid off; the graduated size rounded off to an ever so slightly thinner base, letting the rim suck in the remaining length with sudden ease.

Eli yelped, the great fullness that occupied his gut mixed with the feeling of bloated orbs resting against his was enough to make him whimper. He clenched his eyes shut as his hole juddered; attempting to squeeze about the cock that now lodged its way into his bowels. Andre growled in delight, his hips wiggling a bit to let the otter know perfectly clear who was in charge and who held the position of power. The smaller male stilled as Andre took control, pushing the otter onto his front, his cock pushed back against his balls and pressed onto the sheets. He now rolled atop the male, pushing his full weight down onto the ass in which his manhood was buried, digging just that little bit deeper to reward himself with that absolute feeling of envelopment. Eli grunted, his face buried into the bedding as Andre began to make his move to pull out. It was slow going, as the spines tugged and clawed along every inside edge, and the size meant the tightness constantly gripped Andre like a vice, but he was determined to make light work of it. Eli heard him grumble; feeling that just the head remained, waiting for the inevitable fuck... it was simply painful just to wait, as he knew it would be harsh.

Then it came, a giant pounding of scales against fur, as that truncheon slammed its way home into Eli's ass. He felt the meat tear through his innards and ram into his prostate so viciously his whole body jolted in the move, but Andre's claws kept him held down, his whole body weight now resting against his shoulder blades, his muscled thighs and calves squatting over his minuscule ones. He was trapped beneath the monster which now pounded away at his guts, with such long, savage strokes that made the otter whine so pathetically. Andre's paws rushed down to grip at Eli's wrists, pinning his arms against the sheets as he really got into the swing of the pummelling. The otter's ass felt like a bruised piece of flesh, battered by the unrelenting member of the male who had claimed him in the middle of the night in the dark. He could feel those apple-sized balls slap and swat against his own, dancing upon the head of his cock which remained visible, making him stutter with the feeling. It kept heaving his breath away with each inward thrust, tapping and grinding off that sweet spot within him, spewing pre across the bed. His hole was a stretched and slicken mess now, but he loved it. Deep down he was screaming to the heavens inside from the sheer thrill and excitement of being ravaged so possessively. Chapu had never gone this far, had never taken him to such a dangerous high before, but Eli liked it. In fact he never wanted it to stop.

But all good things, no matter how fucked up they were, had to come to an end. Whilst he was unsure about Andre's stamina, Eli was quickly peaking, reaching a point where he could no longer hold back. It was excruciating, having his orgasm pounded so roughly out of him by his prostate alone, but he could do nothing to neither stop it nor speed it along. He was powerless as his muscles began to tense up, his hips straining as the climax built within him. He didn't want to cum before Andre, but there was nothing to do now but let things happen. He squeaked, moaning into the air as he felt the first shots of cum streak out across his duvet, followed by a further shot, then another, until he'd emptied his balls out between his legs. His ass shook with the effort, his hole trying to clamp down with what little strength remained in its shattered muscles. Andre growled as he felt the otter's orgasm tear through him, which only spurred him on to reach his own pinnacle. But he felt it was necessary to take his time. He rode out Eli's climax, rocking on his hips as he revelled in the shocking tightness that he was still able to muster. The smaller male whined as he was used to last vestige of his resolve, pushed past further beyond the brink of pleasure and into the realm of hypersensitivity. Every sensation increased tenfold and had his eyes watering from the exertion. It was too much to bear. He buried his head against the sheets and shut out his mind as best he could whilst waiting for what had yet to come...

Andre's breathing was becoming more haggard, but ever so slightly his endurance was being worn down. Such a sweet hole as Eli's was a tempting trap that whilst he could not resist also sapped away his desire to torture the little thing. Now the urge to breed this bitch mounted over all other feelings and desires, and the otter could sense it. He began to groan again, feeling the increased vigour in the lizard's fucking, the harder pounds and crueller strokes. The spines had since worn down the walls to ribbons, leaving the otter with a sore behind that was now simply a toy for the beast to rut and mate with. In and out that member went, reworking the organs to his liking as he bore near to the edge. His balls tightened up in his sack, and then finally with one resolute slam in, he exploded into the otter's hole. Thick gushing blasts of hot cum erupted into his gut, making him jump from the sudden rush as it all surged forwards and deeper into him. It had him mewling into the bed quietly, his stomach bloating from the flood, jizz spurting out from around his engorged rim until Andre had had his fill. He left the otter no time to recuperate this time, having bred the bitch well and now with no need for the ass, he pulled himself free. His cock sucked out, clung by the rim until all resistance was gone and his hole gaped lewdly, dripping with cum that ran across Eli's ass and onto the bed. The stench of sex and musk was ripe in the room, having clung into every part of the otter's being as he lay there, thoroughly exhausted on the bed and near to the point of passing out in the manly batter. Sweat coursed down both of their bodies, the whole thing having really worked them into such a state; Andre licked his lips, breathing in his scent as he could sense the otter, now marked as his, panting in the afterglow of such a brutal love making. Eli shut his eyes, wondering if now he'd wake up to find it was all a dream, only vaguely aware of the Komodo dragon leaving his room with a wadded up pair of boxers in one clawed paw.

He'd have to start leaving the front door unlocked more often when Chapu went out. If this wasn't a dream, he certainly would be interested in a second serving....