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Intro:

It was dark, except for a fire at the middle of the cave.

In the corner a young dragon opened his eyes, all covered in sweat like he had been having an horrible nightmare.

His mother... His father... For him that felt to true to be just an fix of imagination, and maybe now he had woken up to find all of those proven false as of them coming through the opening at the distant end. The door was again shut not even an single ray of light passing through those thick branches. That filled him with hope.

"Mum! Dad! I had a terrible nightmare!" he shouted wishing protection. But no shadows of his parents around the fire were multiplied on the stony walls, and neither he heard answer to his calls no matter how long he waited. A strange feeling had all the while begun to grow inside of him - a feeling that was just getting bewildering...

Before it intensified into an horrible pain.

He tried stand on legs that were somehow to weak and therefore fell hard back down on his side. Pain excruciating he whimpered in agony on the floor.

"what's this?... " he sniffed on an white covering over his leg, like an outer scale. Frightened he threw glances all over himself discovering all of them together with his stomach all around being in the same matter, and soon he was starting to believe that he was just having another nightmare.

Until light suddenly shone through the opening as for the door being lifted away. Rays of the sun so strong that it blinded his night adjusted eyes.

"Have they finally come back!" his heart filled with joy "I missed you so..." he cried in happiness.

Slowly, the silhouette were adjusted for his eyes to see and at the beginning it did look like his father. But it changed right before his eyes as they got adjusted.

Soon an being could be determined, white as snow and with long clear hair covering over all of it's body. The little one froze, and behind his sight memories flashed. How an monster stood bent over his dead parents in the snow outside, and to an muzzle with long sharp teeth close to his nose ready to inflict hurt while at the same time feeling sharp claws digging through his side. But suddenly he didn't see anymore behind. Now the same monster which he thought was just his imagination, stand right in front of him. The adrenaline he felt in his memory, being ready to defy it to the death were spent. With all of his strength left he tried to escape, jumping away but only rolling as for his deweakened muscles not bearing him. "sta...y..y away! You murderer!" his threats were empty and without noticing it in his panicly efforts to escape certain death he tripped over an rock and again fell hard on his side. He screamed for the pain was just too much for him, before passing out.

The "monster" just remained there staring at the little dragon.

"Fucking shit..." it said.

Several minutes had passed.

That little dragon had woken up only some minutes later which settled all of Michaels distress and worry.

"It's understandable for it being so bad when you walk around in the fur of the monster that almost killed him! What was I thinking?" the human was blaming himself. But he could never ever have known that it would recover so quickly. He had expected at least an day more, so therefore he had taken the time to try extract some food from the wolf-being corpse. Which in his disappointment bore almost none eatable as for it obviously being an starved predator. The fur could at least be useful he thought and in his covenant over the dragon he needed something to keep him occupied, something that could kill some time. Therefore the human experienced the art of leathering, an ancient knowledge that with an knife and a lit fire were expected and not to be an impossible art even for him.

Sure it stench a lot, and that from rutting meat but it still provided remarkably camouflage when worn. So clear white as it was and with it's aid he had actually succeeded in hunting after some practice. His first prey and that referring eatable - had become some kind of a of white scaled lizard.

It surprised even himself when was laying there in the snow in the freezing yesterday. Slowly he was able to follow with his gaze a phantom passing over the snow with what he later afterwards his successful catch discovered was flat thin feet able to lightly tramp over the snow not sinking.

The day after that he tried again, and but then it wasn't enough coming back empty handed - that he also had to almost frighten the life from the little one in the cave with his clothing.

He glanced now towards the dragon, still it endless stared at him behind an barrier made by it's own body with eyes just over the back. Michael looked then at the chunk of meat he had lain as close as he dared before the bastard could reach him with it‘s strong fangs. He learned the hard way and with a sigh he turned his unlucky hand before his eyes where the plate inside the glove were constantly now pressing where teeth had tried to sunk further. But he still had to be grateful for without that glove it would only had one hand left. "Such fucking gratefulness ha!" he threw that glove for he needn't it sitting before the fire. "Great idea was it?! He will only slow me down and be another mouth to feed..."

This silence and un-activity continued for many minutes and Michael who lacked patience where getting annoyed.

"Starve then" he muttered before he directed his attention to the computer on his arm.

He typed right then in some handy info. For example about that the snow here was much more pure than it on Narne and then even more then compared to Earth were snow was more defined as gray in color. "No complications consuming it, and so the problem of water is even more distant..."

The next thing was about the snow-lizard from yesterday that had become the only other source of food besides his conserves, the analysis about the inside was under go "hmm... I should avoid the legs cuz that doesn't look good... Or I can give it to that beast..." he glanced towards the dragon which had moved and were just then under way going for the food.

But when Michael looked at it, it had decided by some reason to a kind of play dead - the right front paw in the air ready to take the next step and it's long tail being struck in light swing to the right tip of it pointed like an j towards him. Quick heartbeats from it was the only sound heard and it had ceased to breath at all. Seemingly it was scared as hell of him. With eyes locked on his... which seemingly weren't going to blink for as long as he stared at it.

"If I don't care it may finally eat some food" he thought and with that returning his attention to filling his computor with info.

He threw a glance towards the dragon once again which now had finished the food to instead nose on the fur of the wolfie-creature that hung on a pebble in the rocky inner-walls.

That gave Michael some thinking "has he already gotten over his parents? For that was the relationship between him and those other two..." and it made him reconsider if it really was as smart as he had believed in the first place... But it was only for to wait and see.

Later on the human tried to sleep, his right hand holding the pistol in case it tried something. After several hours of waiting for the other to sleep the dragon shut it's eyes in the other end of the big cave. Later on Michael also fell asleep.

Michael woke up in the night, feeling a terrible warmth and sweating.

Looking over his shoulder to see in the eyes of the little dragon curled tightly against his back.

Hard lessons:

The dragon woke up by light shining on his eyelids. Tired as he was it didn't get better when the human started to shout words at him. "Just a little more time please..." he thought sleepily attempting to go back to sleep that before playful fingers tickled underneath his ear which made his tail slam against the ground in pleasure murring.

"It's such a great weather outside! So get up! You are following me to hunt today!" the human he had come to knew shouted in an language he didn't understand by word, but with tone he assumed that it meant for him by some reason that it didn't want for him to sleep more. "Yes, I'm awake so stop nagging at me..." he yawned before getting up on all of his paws where he then stretched. When he looked up the human was standing in the opening to the cave, calling for him in an tone that meant in an universal language "come".

The dragon could barely remember anymore why he had been afraid for this creature, so frail and weak as it seemed "cried really loud when I bit him that time..." he recalled. It seemed for him also that it wanted to be his friend.

The snow was soft today that he couldn't resist squeezing it between the toes. In his playfulness every child bares he tumbled around on the ground, tongue lolling to as often as he lay upside down then trying to taste the snow which by the way didn't taste special but as he licked it anyway.

The human let out an what could be the most likely described as an chuckle and on his back he stared in wonder at it. It didn't look today like the monster that scared him that couple of days ago but that one's skin... or whatever it was were very colorful, an mixture of gray, black, white and... orange? Flashing sometimes to then again disappear.

Suddenly his partner started to walk on and playfully the dragon followed.

Michael reached the frozen spring not far from the cave with his little dragon at his heels and when crossed he looked behind to see the dragon playing on the ice and then referring for running around in circles. Michael let him have it's fun, in several minutes and even an half of an hour before he decided that the daylight wasn't forever. "Come on now" he shouted once, twice and trice without getting it's attention. "We gotta keep going!".

Then he advanced over the ice on to the dragon which just then unintelligently was testing the strength of it by jumping an crashing down on it. "Maybe you can play more here later" he suggested before he tried to grab the dragon and catching only air with that it quickly had evaded. Now the dragon stared at him as if he just had joined a game. "Quit that..." again missing and the dragon now growling playfully.

Michael froze. Before diving and missing, it being prepared for his attempt. Again but the dragon was just the fastest of them two where they jumped around like an cat chasing a mouse. Although attempts passed Michael was getting in for the challenge and in the end he wanted to win this duel. Feint to the right then jumping to the left and he caught the dragon in his arms around middle as they then tumbled down together on to the ground. He lay over him, head against the chest hearing the heart of the dragon in it's stressed beats. Then he looked up at him and with eyes telling that he was the dominant of the two.

What happened later was more in control by instincts than mind. Like an brute animal the dragon kicked with his hind legs the human high in the air as he would show him who the strongest was. Soon before the human managed recover from the hard impact of the landing, catching his breath the dragon was over him and balls the size of human fists were hanging underneath his aero-shaped cock. He humped against the spread legs of the human expecting to find the goal in an entrance and he growled when not finding any. The human started to resist, but that was nothing compared an horny dragon with adrenaline flowing in it's veins.

Without much of an effort he turned him on his back and to in that position right there find what he sought for. With an razor sharp claw he penetrated the garment between the ass-cheeks and tore open an hole big enough for his erect rod to fit through. He quieted then the terrified scream with pressing Michael's face against the ground with one of his front-paws.

Then he thrust his pole with his powerful thighs against. But it being too tight to fit without moisture it still felt lovely anyway when the head alone was being squeezed by all of the humans internal muscles. All of this was accompanied with the muffled screams from the human not seemingly wanting to be dominated.

"mphm!!" tried Michael but every time being pressed harder on the ground. Suddenly he was penetrated. Deeply inside of him so deep and hard that he was dragged forwards in the snow. The pain was unbearable and he started to cry and all of his muscles spasmed. Fast out and then in forcefully plowing an way further. Even further.

He began to loose consciosness...

In! Out! Harder! Harder! One of the two in excruciating pain while the other in the greatest pleasure he ever believed to feel. Merciless the huge rod widened that anal hole with every hit, altogether with of the pre that was easing the resistance until none was. Pumping. Proving him the boss, tongue hanging hungrily outside his muzzle and breathing fast of the heat in the loins ready to be released. Pre-cum with no limits splashing outside the human's asshole making the cheeks sparkle in as for the lusty male being the most beautiful sight in the world and it fired him on over his border and made him cum with such an force that his knot plowed inside - paws squeezing the human's shoulder and skull in pleasure while gasping for air close to the right ear.

Before he felt the dam fall and he came. In afterglow he lay himself over Michael while he was filling him with his semen and continuing emptying until the dragon felt his cock get pressed from all around. He filled the human so full that white cum sprayed like an hose around the knot and moistening his red muscled inner-thighs.

He barely felt anything but pain ceased by greater pain. Until his intestinal were like filled by an heat as for an liquid, so full that he felt it reaching and pressing against his food-sack before the barrier. By all of the force inside pressing he believed that his inside would explode...

Until he fainted... Raped by his own pet.

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Made by conehalo :)

There's things i'm still going to improve later but... it's my birthday (14 dec) and the end of the deadline. Isn't so bad just have to learn to what to write and what not - the things necessery keeping the red line.

Very fun doing the yiff-scene by the way and i hope all of you like that also as it is what was the most important... anyway happy to hear comments cuz they are really helpful ro succeed in writing better and for me bothering to keep this up (i want this but no matter the force of mind i need feedback)

i tried as others to estimate the time spent... and i think about nearly 12 hours believe it or not i have to find a better method. Also i should never forget that most of the time goes to translate see i tried to write in the first place but... it feels like it gets to shallow cuz then i cant focus as much as i need of the story as it gets equal to translate which by the way i'm getting fucking awesome at (this is what classes in school should have been hehe).