A Match Made
A piece written for a friend (https://twitter.com/swolebold). It's a story of his characters having some fun.
It was a cool evening, as Virlihk, a purple, slim troglodyte, watched a match in the ring. To his eyes the fight was rigged, and no one got hurt, but the audience around him seemed to enjoy it. And he couldn't lie, he too was enjoying it. In particular, he had his eyes on the avian more than the tiger he was fighting. To the reptile, he seemed the better of the two. That and he liked the way he moved. He wasn't entirely sure what the fighters said said, as they talked to the audience, nor what the audience was yelling at the duo on the stage. But he did get the gist of it from the tone. It was clear that the audience was more against the dark feathered avian than with him. And that made him like the showman that much more. Made him feel like he was someone like him. Someone who had to work for the towns approval.
The further the show went, he found himself more and more lost in it. He watched the two go through their sets. Many of the moves seemed overly elaborate, and too easy to dodge for a real fighter, but he didn't mind. It all started to hold a charm for the seasoned fighter. And soon enough, he was cheering for the kenku, much to the annoyance of the few furs around him. The kenku narrowly slipped from a hold, and the troglodyte cheered. He was pinned down, and he yelled and jeered the soft looking tiger.
And as he enjoyed the show, and lost his surroundings, Virlihk managed to not notice a presence behind him. The troglodyte had caught the eye of a towering blue scaled basilisk. The taller man stood behind Virlihk, waiting for the perfect moment to make contact. He was the final part of the puzzle he had constructed in the back rooms. He wanted to have fun and made sure he'd have all the fun he could, while scoring himself an expert with poisons. Someone to mix him deadly poisons for assassinating his enemies and rivals. And the kenku had been brought as the perfect subject for it. Someone who'd perfectly mix them, and with a public presence to take suspicion away from Baron himself; A poisoner who people knew would be more readily blamed than a basilisk most hadn't heard of. The perfect scape goat for him.
Eventually, as the show started to slow down, with both parties getting tired, the basilisk made his move. He put his hands on Virlihk's shoulders and leaned down to talk in his ear. "You want to meet the wrestler?" He asked, loud enough to be heard over the crowd, and quiet enough for the troglodyte to be the only one to take note. Virlihk, the moment he registered what he did, jumped and turned around, cursing in draconic.
"Wha...?" The troglodyte started as he gathered his wits, muscles tensing to defend himself. But as he was met with a friendly enough looking basilisk, he relaxed and glanced back to the stage. It took him a few moments to think about his response. He sized the basilisk up, before his head snapped back, hearing the crowds reaction to something big. And as he looked back, the kenku was standing over the tiger, who was seemingly out cold. The avian he was rooting for had won! A wide grin spread on his face. "Yes! Good fight!" He yelled towards the stage without thinking, to the celebrating kenku. But his thoughts were cut unexpectedly by the basilisk.
"Perfect. Shall we go wait for him?" And without even waiting for his victim to be to answer he started to pull him away. Confused about what he was doing, the troglodyte turned to look at him, but didn't say anything yet. He felt something was off with him, but at the same time, he did have a question or two for the kenku.
He was dragged through the audience, and beyond to the small corridors of the backstage. The workers there seemed to either ignore the basilisk, or outright leave as they saw him. And soon enough, the two reached a corridor, where Rallaak was talking with someone. They laughed as his friend noticed the basilisk. And the moment he did, he froze, confusing the kenku.
He glanced towards the strangers, but the moment he looked back his friend was already walking away, almost as if he didn't know the kenku. "Where are you going?" He asked, but the friend didn't slow down or acknowledge him in any way. Rallaak lift his wings a slightly before letting them drop in defeat. He was about to take a step after his friend before he noticed the strange visitors were too close to him to ignore. With a sigh he forced a smile on his beak and turned around. "Hello! Did you enjoy the match?" He asked, trying to bury his worry for his friends sudden departure. Maybe he just got afraid of the huge basilisk walking up to him? "Oh, we did. Congratulations on your win. My friend here seemed to get wild watching you. You wouldn't mind entertaining a new fan?" The basilisk smiled, pushing Virlihk forward slightly.
"Y-Yes. I want to ask a few of questions." The troglodyte started. "The fight was... Interesting." As he spoke, Baron took a step back, and glanced at the kenku. His attention had largely shifted to the fighter. "Thank you." Rallaak smiled and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "It was tough, but good to see people cheering for me for a change." "Oh, yes. We're similar situation. We're both outsiders. How could I not be on your side? Are you from the outside too?" Virlihk asked his questions, one after another, barely letting the kenku answer in between. But from the looks of him, he started to enjoy the conversation. He relaxed visibly, and soon enough the two were talking this and that about the show and the profession.
The Baron waited quietly for the two to get more absorbed into their conversation before he struck. He quickly hit Virlihk in the back of his neck, knocking the fighter out in an instant and shoving him on Rallaak. The kenku staggered and tried to catch the heavy man before he could register what was going on. And the moment the now unconscious troglodyte hit the kenku, Baron's fist connected to his forehead, sending both back against the wall. "What the hell!?" Rallaak yelled, moments before he felt a fist connect on the side of his beak.
He stumbled to his left with the sudden attack. When he managed to look back up to Baron, Rallaak saw him preparing for another hit. He braced himself for another hit, lifting his hands to protect his head just in time to absorb most of the second hits force as it connected. He panted hard, already tired from his show, as he quickly started to move. He hurried to his left out from between Baron and the wall, and jumped away from the basilisk, trying to get some distance between himself and his assaulter. Rallaak shifted his weight from one foot to another, as he watched Baron's movements, reacting to every shift in his stance.
Baron smirked. It had become more complicated, with the kenku not dropping as fast as he was planning, but at the same time, this would be more fun. He took a step to his left and lifted his hands, ready to strike, while the kenku kept trying to move away from him. Baron rolled his shoulder as he stepped towards Rallaak, not letting him get too far away from him. And suddenly, he relaxed for a second before charging forward. He threw a feint punch, a right hook towards Rallaaks face again. And the wrestler threw his guard up, lifting his before his face to block the hit once more, obscuring his vision as he did. But the hit never landed, and it took too long for the kenku to realise it.
Baron took a heavy step forward, adding to his deception. But instead of following through with his right hook, he twisted his body and swung his left fist. The basilisk took another step, adding that much more weight behind his real punch, and aimed it towards Rallaaks stomach. The kenku tried moving back, as he realised the punch wasn't going to come, but it was too late. As his foot touched the ground, he felt a heavy hit land just below his ribs, forcing all the air out of his lungs.
Rallaak coughed and took a shaky step back. Almost doubled over, he kept one arm over his stomach. He gasped for breath, and looked around for any escape he could take, before Virlihk caught his eyes. He should at least try to get the fan out with him, but the basilisk wouldn't go down easily. The kenku winced as he straightened his back, and lift his arms again. Rallaak sighed, and took a half step forward, throwing a few jabs at the basilisk, probing for weaknesses at his defence before throwing a real punch to his chin. It connected, and the kenku smirked. Got him! He yelled in his mind, and slowly pulled his hands back, heading back to his defensive stance. But suddenly Baron took the kenku by his wrist when his guard was down, thinking the basilisk was dazed. He pulled him closer, taking the wrestler off balance. Baron kicked Rallaak's shin mid step, sending him on the ground. And as the kenku tried to get up, Baron got down, pressing his knee on the avians back.
Baron took a couple of lengths of rope from a small pouch on this belt, and started to forcibly manipulating Rallaak, taking him by his ankles, and wrapped rope around them. He tied the rope tight, forcing them together. Once the rope was tight, he flipped the avian over on his back, and quickly took his wrists. The other rope he tied around his victims wrists, and around the rope around his ankles, hogtieing him. Still struggling and trying to pull his hands away, the kenku could do little to fight against Baron as the struggle went on, and opted to try focusing more on getting his energy back and recovering from the assault. The basilisk will make a mistake sooner or later after all, and he'll need all the energy he can get to fight him off to save him and his fan the moment he does. "What do you want?" He asked, as he tried to make the tying as difficult as he could.
Baron smirked and took Virlihk by his ankle and pulled him away from the kenku. "I was looking for someone to do something for me, and you're it. But before that, let's have some fun, shall we, little bird?" He chuckled, slowly undoing his pants. Rallaaks eyes went wide and he started to struggle against the binds with the insinuations. "No!" He yelled, as he pulled against the rope, to little success. With the attention he gave to the bindings, he didn't notice what Baron had moved to.
The basilisk was all too willing to ignore Rallaaks struggling, confident in his skills at binding others. He pulled out his cock before taking the slowly rousing troglodyte by his jaw and pulling his head up. Virlihk blinked a couple of times, and tries to close his mouth, but is stopped by Barons thumb. "What's going on...?" He mumbled, only to be answered by a cock pressing against his nose. He rubbed the back of his head, both out of confusion, and trying to sooth the weird throbbing pain. As Virlihk groaned, Baron's hand moved from his jaw to around his muzzle.
Before the troglodyte could do or say anything more, he felt something wrap around his muzzle. Something tight. He tried jerking his head back, but he was held there by Baron. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but was already too deep in the shaft he couldn't. He heard a pleased growl above him, as his head slid deeper into the shaft. As he pushed the man further, Baron sat down, trying to make the process easier for himself. Still weak, Virlihk tried to struggle. But Baron held him too tight to put up an effective attempt of escape. The Basilisk slid Virlihk in, bit by bit, letting his cock spread around the male. And the deeper he got, the more Virlihk struggled. He tried to push against Baron's hip and the ground to push himself out. But he was kept firmly in.
Rallaak struggled against his binds as he finally glanced at what was going on before him. The troglodyte already shoulder deep in the large basilisk's cock. His beak flew open as he stopped fighting the ropes for a moment. The basilisk seemed to stretch beyond what's possible as he shoved the man in his cock. With a grunt, he forced the shoulders in. The troglodyte's muffled yells rang in the kenku's ears. Panicked and confused, the half-enveloped man struggled for his life. Baron took him by the tail as he was down to his elbows in the urethra. Baron leaned back on the wall, and pulled him in by the tail, lifting his ass up to let the gravity help him.
Slowly the troglodyte slid deeper, legs kicking at the floor and flailing about, trying to hit the basilisk. But soon enough they were too deep to do much beyond wiggling. And as the struggling troglodyte's feet disappeared into the cock, Baron let out a satisfied sigh, and crossed his legs and watched Rallaak on the floor, who struggled in a panic. "Don't worry, I have better plans to you than the collateral." Baron chuckled.
His balls shifted, as Virlihk pressed against the walls of his prison. He groaned as the cum surrounded his body, leaving him barely able to breathe. At first he thought the discomfort was the exertion he put himself through, trying to get away from the basilisk. But as the seconds passed, he started to realise it wasn't just that; Something was off. In the total darkness he started feeling his skin get softer and moving became harder. In the total darkness, Virlihk's skin started to turn white and he felt his mind slow down. And then he felt something pinch him. He gasped, letting the basilisks fluid in him, making the process start within him as well. He twitched as he couldn't breathe, and the pinching spread around his body. Little by little, his movements went from conscious to mere reflexes as his mind was eaten.
Barons balls slowly got smaller and smaller, pushing against the rapidly transforming troglodyte. Though the troglodyte didn't realize his situation anymore, as his body moulded itself to the shape of the balls. From the moment the basilisks testicles started to crush against the man in there, it didn't take long for him to be digested fully, and turned into sperm.
Once the process was completed, Baron slowly got up, and stretched. To Rallaak, it felt like it had been an eternity since he was left alone with the now gone troglodyte and the basilisk, and the question "Why hasn't anyone come here?" rose in his mind. But that barely mattered. He was tied down tight. Any help he could have given, or gotten from, the fan was gone. Rallaak struggled harder against the bindings as Baron slowly trotted his way towards him. "I don't care what you're planning, but you're sure as hell not going to get out of this unscathed" He threatened the basilisk.
Baron merely waved his hand as he took the kenku by his tailfeathers and lift his ass up. Rallaak was left face on the floor, hands bond to his ankles, no matter how he tried to struggle and open the ropes. "Suure." He replied as he took out his knife, and pressed it against avians pants, between his cheeks. "You're not the first person to be wrong about that. You'll do what I tell you in the end. They all do" He chuckled as he started to slice the pants open. The kenku yelled at him, protesting and trying to kick him and break the rope he was tied with. As he sliced the pants open, Baron stopped. His smile widened into a grin. Rallaak didn't have a cock. And he couldn't stop himself from laughing at it. "Oh, this is priceless" He laughed and ran his finger over the kenku's cloaca, making Rallaak shiver and squirm. "Stop!" The bound kenku screamed, trying to fight back the larger male.
The basilisk rubbed his cock over Rallaaks cloaca, and leaned over him. "Make me." Was all he said before he shoved his cock in the kenku dry. Tears started forming on his eyes as Baron started to slowly move back and forth. Almost all the way out, leaving on his tip in before he thrust in. Hard. Rallaak's beak hung open, and his eyes were wide as he was stared forward. Slowly he looked around. There had to be someone around, he thought to himself, and started yelling "Help! Someone, please!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, thought with his tired state, it wasn't much. The kenku squirmed and struggled, as Baron kept a tight hold of his tail feathers, as he mercilessly rammed his cock in his cloaca.
Rallaak slowly looked back at Baron as he got into a steady pace of thrusting into the avian. Tears rolled down his face as the grinning basilisk looked back at him. "Starting to enjoy yourself?" The reptile asked, taking the kenku by surprise. He tightened around the cock in him, making it painfully clear to himself that he was getting wetter. "I'm going to kill you when I get out of this..." He said, almost growling as he heard a set of footsteps round a corner to the hallway they were in. "And there you made your mistake" Rallak said, teary and confident his hell was over, and turned to who ever it was that came in. And lucky him, it was someone he knew. A fellow wrestler. "Hey! Help me! Please!" he called to his colleague, who stopped and looked at the two. He opened his mouth as if to ask what was going on, but Baron looked into his eyes and started first. "Keep going or keep watching, but no touching." The newcomer nodded with a "Yes, Sir" and stood still, watching the kenku be violated in front of him for a moment before going on his way.
Rallaak couldn't believe it. He looked at the person he thought his friend, and the to the basilisk. "Just enjoy yourself. No one's going to do anything to stop our fun." Baron said as he sped up his thrusting. "You're already mine, and they know it. And you'll know it in a moment too, after I knock you up, like a good little girl, won't you?" He teased, chuckling and coaxed a disbelieving shake of Rallaaks head. The kenku just looked away, slowly checking out. He had tried all he could, and none of it made any difference. No one helped him. He was bound, and even if he wasn't, he wasn't sure if he could fight back.
The kenku kept tightening and loosening as Baron fucked him. His protest slowly died as tears left stains on the floor. He started to grunt, quickly getting closer to his climax, and took Rallaak by the plumage on his head and pulled back. He brought his ear to the kenkus, and with one more hard thrust, that left Rallaak beak open and breathless, came in him. He kept thrusting slow and hard as he came, coaxing every little bit of cum from his recently filled balls. "How does it feel?" He whispered. "To be knocked up by a repurposed fan? I wonder, what will the kid end up being? What ever he was, maybe?" He chuckled into his victims ear, and pulled hard on the tail feathers. His eyes fluttered and he shifted below the basilisk as a feather was pulled out by it's root. The kenku's toes curled as he went limp and looked at Baron. Eyes hazy and wet, Rallaak tried to breathe. To answer the murderer that just raped him. To uselessly beg for someone for help. To say anything. But nothing came out.
Baron chuckled and pulled himself out of Rallaak, stretched himself as he looked over the kenku's ass and cloaca. Dripping with cum and limp, the kenku kept looking forward. Beaten, tired and unable to fight back anymore. "Shall we move on?" Baron asked as he picked the bound kenku up and started carrying him through the hallways of the stadium back stage, and towards his exit point.