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"In the Cards"

The sky was a mixture of black and purple, the ground of the rocky landscape was a reddish dirt with no plant growth whatsoever; a soft humming sound filled the atmosphere as sparks lit up the sky like diamonds reflecting across the sea of stars overhead.

Traximus had been in a rather perilous crash a few days prior when his ship had veered out of control and collided with this planet's surface. All aboard were dead except for him; the debris still smoldered in the great distance he had traveled since then as he had gone in search of some way to radio his distress beacon out. He was battered and bruised, dried bloody cuts covered his torso and soiled the remaining tatters of his clothing. He had taken his harness strap off and tied it around a wound received from loose shrapnel that had sliced the back of his leg along with a scrap of his pants, but otherwise there were no serious injuries from the twisting mess of metal he'd managed to walk away from. The Triceriton looked down at the communicator across his wrist and growled, pressing the signal button. "This is Traximus; my ship has gone down, my crew is dead. I am broadcasting on the emergency frequency, can anyone respond?"

There was a blip and a long static whine that told the warrior his message was not sending. "Damn." He growled. "I must find a way to boost the signal."

The planet Traximus found himself stranded on was rather desolate; almost the moon of a planet nearby that was beginning to rise on the horizon; this place had a limited atmosphere, and his breathing had become labored without the use of his mask. He needed to conserve his oxygen, and he tolerated the lower breathable environment as much as he could, only breathing in his fresh air every so often when sickness began to overwhelm him. He came to the top of a large dune of sand that sloped down into a valley below him. There didn't appear to be a way around this valley, and he didn't have much time. Carefully guiding himself off the ledge, Trax slid down the slope; slowing and controlling himself by dragging his fingers in the sand as he went downward. Reaching the bottom, the computer on his wrist began to beep. "Hmm... it would appear I'm in luck." He said.

The readout indicated a large quantity of inductive crystals, which he could use to increase his broadcast range and send out a distress signal. He inhaled sharply, then the sudden remembering of a lack of atmosphere hit him like a brick. Trax gagged and began to cough, pulling his oxygen mask out and applying it to his face where he received another surprise; a nasty, stale air entered his lungs and he could barely breathe in at all. Managing to catch his breath, he inspected the small cylinder that supplied the air and realized that there was a small crack in it; he had been leaking his air and wasn't even aware of it. "So much for conserving my air supply..." He mused aloud as he tossed the item aside. "I will have to survive without a fresh one for a bit it seems."

After several meters, Traximus spotted a cave in the rock facing him, and his console began to flash it as the origin of the crystalline growth he had been looking for. Making his way into the mouth, he looked around and saw no crystals near it, bringing up his wrist, he tapped the digital display and a soft beeping emanated from it. "Must be further in." He said as he began to make his way deeper into the dark cavern. The slope was slow at first and then grew steeper the further he traveled. Using the light from his wrist comm as his only source to see by, he watched as the walls began to grow in on him as the slope's downturn grew more and more vertical. One thing he noticed was that the further down he traveled, the easier it seemed to breathe; as if he were traveling into a pocket of his world's atmosphere the further down he went. The slope grew harder; it was more rock now than dirt, and his light was reflecting off the wall like a great diamond. He was traveling down into a great crystal.

Stopping to check the wall, Traximus placed his hand on it and felt the cold, smooth surface. It was moist, but it seemed solid. As he slipped his knife from his belt to chip the crystal away, his left foot suddenly gave under the moisture and the rest of his body followed. Trax howled in surprise as he slammed into the ground, rolled and then slid down the now-tumultuous slope of the cave. It felt like several minutes before his uncontrolled cries and hurtling through the darkness finally came to an end, and when it did, he was tossed off the end of the slope and knocked across the cave. He landed in pain and out of breath as the wound in his leg was now throbbing in agony. He had reopened the wound and it was bleeding profusely now. Thinking quickly, Trax re-dressed the cut and tightened the strap on it even tighter before slowly rising. This cavern was lit by something other than the soft glow from his communicator. Looking down at it, he realized that the screen had shattered, rendering it completely useless. A groan of frustration later, Traximus ripped the band off his wrist and threw it across the room before noticing the object glowing and filling the cave with its bluish luminous glow. It was almost blinding at first, making Trax wince and shield his eyes from it, but as they grew accustomed to it, he realized that the glow was coming from an object embedded in the wall of the cave. Its light pulsed into the cave wall, giving it the look of crystals through the entire cave. Crystals had even grown around where the small object had been embedded. Traximus reached for the item and touched it briefly, verifying that it would not hurt him by touching it. As he grabbed it, he realized it had more the consistency of a playing card than solid rock. He tugged fiercely at it and dislodged it; the cave immediately flickered its lights and fell dark, leaving only the glow of the card in Traximus' hand. He looked around and it was as if he'd fallen into a black hole; not a single wall or crystal could be seen and it looked like he was holding a single torch in the center of pure blackness. Holding onto the card like it was some sort of a lifeline, Traximus looked at it and watched an image ripple across the surface; the appearance of a large black dragon followed by a strange description: "Demon Lord Dragon, Batzz" he said aloud.

The sound of a chime echoed through Traximus' ears as he watched the light from the card envelop his hand, in an impulse, he tried to throw the object to the ground, but somehow it wouldn't let him release it. The triceratops man gasped as a cold blue light crawled up his arm, reached his shoulder and blanketed across his large body and then climbed up his thick neck, over his horns and down over his face; for a moment his entire world went blue and in an instant he felt like he had no form at all.

The world seemed more open now, as Traximus felt raindrops pelting his back. He realized that the rain was cold, and it was quickly dragging him out of his unconsciousness and into what looked to be a large stadium ring surrounding him. He'd seen this sort of setup before; a coliseum of sorts, but there was no audience, no crowds cheering; it was as though he had simply been dumped here by the universe. He looked at the card still clutched in his hand; it was no longer glowing, but that didn't matter much, with a roar, Traximus threw it to the ground and bolted upright. "Where--where am I?" He said aloud before realizing the pain in his leg was gone. He looked down and found that he was completely naked; his flaccid member drooped over his thigh as he noticed also that his leg wound had been healed. He stretched his leg, feeling very little pain, only a stiffness as he got back to his feet. He didn't care that he was naked; he'd spent many years in that state, but something about the situation still made him somewhat uncomfortable.

"Well, hello there."

A booming voice startled Traximus for a moment before he turned to see a massive black dragon behind him. He was perched on one of the stands a few feet over the Triceriton's head, looming out over the ring in which he found himself. He wasn't *much* larger than the Triceriton, but he was definitely a head or two over him and about twice as broad. "Who are you? What is this place?"

"This place is my current home." The dragon answered with a scoff. "And as to who I am, perhaps you should read the card again?"

Traximus' eyes shifted to the discarded object on the ground; it had the same dragon depicted on it, and nervously he swallowed as he responded. "Demon Dragon Batzz."

"Demon Lord Dragon, thank you very much." The dragon responded with a coy grin. "But you may call me Batzz if you prefer. I'm sure that would make it easier than using my full title." His tongue slid across his fangs, showing off their white color. "But what universe do I have to thank for sending you here I wonder?"

Traximus' eyes fell to Batzz's massive body, he too was naked and from the engorged erection, he doubted it was for that purpose. He took a step back. "And what is it you expected from the universe then? A meal?"

"PAH!" The dragon's booming voice exploded from his mouth. "Oh, please, you mustn't think of all dragons like that."

"I can't say I do. You're the first I've met."

"Really? Well, I'm sorry to surprise you like this." The dragon said as he came down from his perch, landing with a thundering crash onto the ground. "You see, when dragons come into season, some very strange things tend to happen that would attract a potential mate. Myself; I personally do not care for breeding and raising offspring." He said as he curled himself around behind Traximus; a bit too close for comfort as his muscular form glided along the Triceraton's firm figure. "In fact, I do not care for females in general. So the fact that such an attractive, larger-than-average male dropped into my coliseum...should be little coincidence. Would you not agree?"

Traximus inhaled slowly; he could smell the dragon's musk, and it was beginning to arouse him. His eyes blinked a bit, as such an attraction had never been so strong, his skin began to crawl with warmth as Batzz laid his head upon the Triceraton's neck, he could feel the thick shaft growing between his legs, pressing up against his balls from underneath. Trax moaned softly as the dragon's claws raked across his chest. "You see me as weak." He said softly. "Your prey. You underestimate me."

"Oh?"

Batzz' voice emitted almost a purring growl as his towering form pressed against the Triceraton's back. Traximus' head leaned back and just barely hit the tip of his horn shield against the male's collarbone; he was definitely much larger, but he was ready for the challenge. In a swift move, he spun around on his heels grabbed Batzz by the arm and twisted it. The dragon roared with the sudden turn of events and suddenly, his hair was flying through the air as Traximus slammed him into a nearby column; it cracked and crumbled a bit under the pressure as both males stood with their bodies pressed together. The warrior was definitely breathing something in, something that made his testicles feel like stones and his cock grow rigid. Almost with an arrogant defiance, Batzz snapped his arms, knocking Trax's hands away before suddenly grabbing his face and kissing him.

Every muscle went stiff; every muscle. Traximus had never kissed a male before, it was strange having this dragon's tongue thrust into his mouth and tangle with his own. Batzz's claws tightened around the sides of the triceratron's head; they were massive, taking up most of each side as there was surface. The kiss was rough, the embrace stung as the dragon's claw tips began to press into his flesh. It hurt, but the pain tingled across the warrior's body. The kiss turned a bit more aggressive, Traximus pushed himself against the dragon's flesh, his own cock pressing against the lowest portions of the beast's shaft. He grabbed Batzz by the wrists and pulled them away, almost-forcibly ending the kiss. "Mmmm now that you've had your fun, maybe I can have a little." He said as he used a hand and impressively shoved Batzz' back straight against the wall, holding him in place, the Triceraton grabbed the man by the base of his member and began to work his way down his abdomen with his tongue.

There was a sweetness to his taste, almost like his sweat or his musk contained traces of sugar, there was a tangible enjoyment to it. The scent only aroused him even more; he'd never been in such a state of arousal, it was almost uncontrollable, and it made his head buzz and his body tremble as the dragon's massive cock came to a rest on his shoulder. Trax moved his head back and placed his lips at the tip of the dragon's member; it was pointed toward the end and not rounded like his own. A series of small bumps tickled his lips as they slipped over the tip and he heard Batzz give a growl of pleasure at the touch. A spittle of precum immediately began to bubble forth and coat Traximus' lips and he pushed past it. The taste was far more bitter and salty than his general musk, but as the smell flooded his senses, the dino moaned and began to devour more of the cock, his lips sliding further along the flesh until it was pulled into his pointed beak.

"Ahhh hrrrr...." Batzz growled and grabbed Traximus' head again, thrusting inward and causing the warrior to briefly gag on his girth. The thickness was a stretch on his jaw as it was, but somehow the brief pain was worth it and he wrapped his hands around and gave the dragon's backside a firm squeeze. The way it felt; the thick muscle squeezing in response, was glorious, and instantly, Traximus wanted more of it. More precum began to spout forth, too much for his throat to handle all at once and the Triceraton could feel it dripping from the sides of his mandibles. He slurped and the slapping of the man's cock through his lips began to get louder and louder.

Traximus's hand was working on his cock as he endulged himself on the dragon's dick, he moaned between thrusts deep into his throat and could feel precum runoff was beginning to soak his shaft as well. His balls churned and swirled in response to the foreplay and it was growing more and more impossible to ignore his impending release. Eventually he grabbed the man's hips and pulled his head back, letting the dragon's shaft pop free of his lips. Sloppily it bounced against Traximus' face and made even more of a mess. "Get on the ground for me, dragon." He said with a grin.

Batzz smile broadened a bit as he obeyed the warrior's plea. Stepping away from him toward the open area of the ring, Batzz lowered himself to his knees and brushed his long mane of red hair away as he leaned forward and rested on his elbows, exposing the inviting-looking ass to the dino. Traximus breathed deeply as he admired the flesh and quickly moved in behind the dragon. Placing one hand on Batzz's hip, he used the other to glide his cock against the warm cleft, his precum quickly making it glisten with wetness as he pressed it teasingly against the fleshy ring. "Go on, fuck me warrior." Batzz bade with a commanding tone to his voice, but as soon as Traximus' cock punched into the ring, Batzz yelped and moaned himself into a brief silence. Traximus shivered at the feeling; Batzz was tight, his flesh felt like lava was coursing through him, the dragon began to scratch long claw marks into the soil under him as he leaned back into the Triceraton's thrusts. "M-More!" He moaned lewdly. "Fffffffuck!"

Traximus grinned; he had more length to feed him, and was currently pressing himself in slowly, but with the dragon's demand, he gave in to his instinct and thrust the remaining inches of his cock in all at once, granting a sudden slap of their flesh smacking together. Instantly, the ass clenched tight around Traximus' shaft as the dragon reared his head back and bellowed out a mighty ROAR that filled the stadium. Trax gripped one hand on the crest of the dragon's backside while his other fell behind as if aiding him in thrusting in through the dragon's tight hind quarters. It felt like his cock had fallen loose in a pit of lava, the flesh was so hot, Trax was briefly worried it would burn off, but the heat radiated through his body from that point and his body was suddenly tingling with their union. Back and forth, their bodies worked into a strong rhythm, each thrust from Traximus' body sending ripples across Batzz ass, and Batzz responding in kind by thrusting backward and tightening every muscle in his body. Traximus' tongue slid along his teeth, catching the drool of his lustful mindset before it dripped out all over the dragon's backside as he hissed and moaned to his approaching climax.

"GRAAHHH! FUCK!" Traximus cried after a long period of time, the burning of his cock growing too hot to hold it back anymore. He gave a fierce grunt and could feel his cock releasing his seed deep into Batzz' body as he twitched forward and leaned into the orgasm with a growl, almost collapsing over that fine ass as the muscle spasms slowly subsided.

It took a moment for Trax to realize that Batzz had not cum yet, though there was a pool of seed under him, he had yet to-- "GCK!" Traximus was caught off guard by the dragon's massive claw grabbed him by the neck and pushed him back. His cock popped free and spilled a blanket of white down the dragon's dark ass as Batzz quickly spun around and enveloped him in another kiss, pushing him back as he quickly rushed into motion and slammed him back into the earlier column. "Oh we're not done yet..." He said, giving an almost ominous grin as he lifted the Triceraton up effortlessly with one claw, his massive erection prodding Traximus' virgin ass.

Trax gasped at the taunting cock knocking at his back door, he wanted to warn Batzz that he'd never been fucked before, but a part of his lustful need for this kept him silent and just as abruptly as he had done, Batzz began to push his way past the tight flesh ring. Traximus howled in pain, reaching up and grabbing the dragon by both of his horns as he braced for every inch to push into him; and with every inch, his nearly flaccid cock began to swell up again. It was as if Batzz was injecting him with the drive to climax again. "Ahh! Fuck!" He cried out as his body was contorted to contain the dragon's sheer size. It felt almost impossible that it felt so good and hurt so much at the same time. Eventually though, the pain began to subside and the pleasure of his cock rubbing against Batzz large chest was suddenly echoing through his body. His gasps of pain turned into groans and moans of passion as he and the dragon once again kissed, though Traximus' weight pulling down on the dragon horns meant that their kiss was all too brief.

Batzz hissed and growled as he began to get more liberal with his lunges, thrusting in so hard that the collisions with the column they were leaning against gave off small clouds of dust and debris as it crumbled more and more. Traximus hadn't realized they had started sweating from this; taking in so much of the dragon's length must have been taxing on both of them and their bodies were now more-gliding together than just rubbing hard, dry muscle. It was almost too much for him to take and Traximus' body suddenly tightened into a thick mass of muscle as his body convulsed and he began to cum again; spraying his white seed all over the dragon's body as his body leaned back and his ass pushed down the dragon's thick shaft.

Batzz was having a hard time holding it in too, his eyes were closed and his mouth was agape, as if he were concentrating on not climaxing so quickly. It was a second volley from Traximus, along with an even louder cry that sent the dragon over the edge. With a fierce snarl and roar, Batzz suddenly climaxed deep within Trax's body. There was the sudden flooding of heat that coursed through Traximus and then began to waterfall out under him as the two then grabbed onto each other and indulged in gush after gush of his geyser. The dragon draining himself completely as the two revelled in each other's strong sex scent.

"Sir? Sir!"

Traximus could barely hear the voice as his world had briefly gone black, only to be restored in what felt like a field of debris. He groaned in pain and automatically reached back to grab his ass before realizing that it again was covered. He opened his eyes to a pair of Triceraton scouts looming over him, the bright shine of a search light cursed him awake with a grunt and a cough. He was still in his ship; the crash having thrown him clear across the room like before, but this time he was waking to a rescue party? What happened?

Traximus sat up and placed a hand on his head as the two others began to examine him.

"Traximus is alive, search for others!"

"Wh--what happened?" Traximus asked the two warriors. "Last thing I remember--"

"Your ship lost contact with headquarters nearly fourteen hours ago, sir." One of the men responded. "A scout ship was sent to your last known coordinates and we found you like this."

"I...I thought I had left the ship, I was sent somewhere else...there was a dragon."

The men looked at one another, then back to him. "I'm sure delirium comes with the head injuries sir, we will get you to a medical facility as quickly as possible. Come on." The two of them moved to help Traximus to his feet.

"I can stand on my own." Traximus growled.

Had it really been some hallucination? The cave? The coliseum? The dragon lord Batzz? He wasn't sure if it had been or not; it would certainly make sense, so why did he feel like something surreal truly happened? As he stood, a shimmer caught his eye and as the two warriors turned to lead him from the twisted metal deathtrap, Trax spotted something in the far corner of the room. It was a card; the same kind of card that he found in the cave, and as he picked it up and looked at it he instantly recognized himself in the picture underneath was the title:

"Traximus - Lord of the Triceraton, Lover of Dragons" Now, how could that have appeared here? And why would it consider him a lord of the Triceraton?

"Sir? Are you coming?" One of the scouts turned back to look at him.

Quickly slipping the card into his pocket, Traximus nodded. "I am on my way." He said.

THE END