Il Dumistoku Pirfiktu
The perfect pet. Just a fantasy I had and finally, after a few months or so, got it out of my head. Enjoy.
1
Seriatim groaned, lazily turning over in his bed, the springs beneath his body groaning along with him, rejecting his body as it turned over on the mattress. The thing was starting to die out anyhow. It wasn't exactly one of those beds you'd see on TV that was "two-sided" and you would just flip over or whatever--it was simply a generic spring bed. And he hated it.
The dozing, uncomfortable animal was a housecat. He was sixteen. He was a dark shade of gray, wore glasses with thin rims. They looked stylish on him, anyway. His build was slightly chubby. He had a slight belly, but it was cute. His rump was surprisingly strong, yet there was definitely something to grip. These looks managed to make him popular with the GLBT club at his school, since he got looks from the guys there all the time. It made him blush. He was a modest cat. His eyes were the most awkward things, though, and that attracted the males even more, for some curious reason. They were crimson. It was a bright crimson, though, if there were such a thing. They shone past his glasses, and they were just flat-out beautiful.
Seriatim's room was your typical teenager's room. Posters of bands that probably no one has ever heard of, such as the group Daughters, or the group The Red Chord, adorned his white walls. The designs of both posters were rather odd. The Red Chord poster just had this awkward handprint on it, and the Daughters poster was some weird football-headed kid blowing on what appeared to be a Yodeling horn. Bottles were hung up on four shelves above his desk, which had his computer. To the right were more bottles on top of a keyboard amp. Right beside this was his television on the floor, with more bottles on top of that. His closet, with a full-length mirror, was about three feet away from the wall which contained the door, and extended to the other side of the room.
His bed sheets, curled up around his body as he and his springs had a contest to see who could groan the loudest, were just plain black. Satin. Soft. That's why he liked them. They were so soft to the touch. Much like his paws. He liked to keep his paws nice and soft for anyone he touched, for anyone he met. It made him feel special.
He never slept with any clothes on, unless you consider a pair of glasses clothing. He had constantly worn his glasses to bed. No matter how many protests he would get for doing this, he kept doing it. His glasses looked slightly bent out of shape, but he didn't care at all. His eye doctor told him to put them away when he slept, he didn't. His mother said to do it, he didn't. His mother said it again, he didn't. His father said it, he didn't. His eye doctor said it again, he didn't. His mother said it again, he didn't. This was just the vicious cycle of his parents trying to get him to sleep by taking his glasses off. Apparently some habits just can't be kicked, because he kept wearing those damn glasses to bed.
His right ear was pierced three times, all on the same Y axis. Filling these piercings were three thick, blood-colored earrings. He even wore these to sleep. It appears that he's lazy when it comes to taking jewelry off at night.
Just a few feet above his window was a set of windows. It slid in one direction. The lock mechanism was terrible, anyway. It had been broken for about six months now. You could hold the window open with a PVC pipe, though, so that if someone tried to break in, they couldn't. The PVC pipe just acted as a wedge, however, so even then it wasn't that secure a mechanism. That wouldn't matter, though. What was to come wasn't necessarily stoppable by a PVC pipe, or even the lock mechanism on the window.
The glass pane shattered and sent shards of glass all over Seriatim's bed and floor. Luckily, none of it had hit the cat's body. There were loud flapping sounds, the wind caused by this knocking over some of the bottles he had collected in his room. Some of them shattered as they hit the floor. Seriatim instantly twitched and shot up into a sitting position. The springs on the cat's bed had absolutely no objection to this. Once the figure fully entered the room, Seriatim's eyes focused on it, now that he had woken up. His night vision slowly kicked in, and there was what appeared to be a dragon. Its wings were flapping all around; its arms were wiggling around, as if trying to stretch out; its neck extended outward, nearly touching the ceiling from the bed. It slowly lowered its head, and Seriatim thought he saw it grin. He was right.
As the dragon grinned, he lunged forward, and pinned the cat down by the shoulders, staring into his crimson eyes. It wasn't hard for the dragon to do this, as at this point Seriatim's eyes were wide with absolute fear. What would usually be a sexy pair of red cat-eyes looked now like tiny pinpricks. The dragon shoved his snout barely an inch from the cat's face, and spoke in a tongue that the cat would never be able to decipher.
"Vunotu. Etes vonutu. Bus e binor kun mu. Mu y mu nuviu vemus e gerdir e nus kese pur soimpri. Vemus e der kumode y an lager onsiñar. Zo dosis nu, ti esisonemus. Intondes?" The dragon paused. "Nu, nu intondes, nu 'ebles nus odima!" The dragon cackled out into the night, into his room, into his house, possibly stirring his parents. Or possibly not. His parents could literally sleep through anything. They've slept through earthquakes, they slept through a robbery, they slept through a car exploding not twenty feet from their house (it was later found out that the car explosion wasn't an accident--it was a mob hit; their next door neighbor had pretty much wound up messing with the wrong people), so it was believed that this loud, ear-shattering roar of amusement did not wake his parents. This could be bad for the cat.
The dragon, colors still unknown, even though Seriatim had night vision, grabbed the cat in his arms, eased him passed the glassless windows, and tossed him up into the air. This action alone caused Seriatim to shriek with fear, as he thought he would quickly fall to the ground. Luckily, the dragon shot right out from the window and caught him by the scruff, flapping his heavy wings and darting off with his newfound (or newtaken, rather) pet. They began to fly higher, higher, and higher, until they were about a thousand feet above where the cat now used to live. Miscellaneous houses now looked like the little hotels that would screw you over in Monopoly if they were placed correctly, some of them even looked like the houses that could equally screw you over with the right taxes. Then the bastard playing would make you sell one of your properties, maybe even a rail road, or two. And then you'd lose the game. Seriatim had lost the game at this point, and he didn't even get a chance to pick up the cheap-ass properties at the start of the board.
As they went higher, the dragon used his arms to hold the cat closer. He let out a deep murr sound, feeling the cat's warmth against his scales. He believed that this creature was beautiful. He and his mate had been watching this specimen for quite some time. Though watching probably isn't the right word--stalking would most definitely be better. They watched him as he walked home from school. They watched him as he walked into the house. They watched him as he forgot his key and went around back, only to realize the main gate was locked, and also watched when he went through the winding bushes and winding vegetation that trapped him sometimes while trying to get to the house the secret way. They watched him as he jerked off. They watched him as he wrote. They watched what he wrote. They watched him with others. They watched him service. They watched him. They stalked him.
The dragon and his mate were rather picky. They would fly over the city looking for possible prey. They were "shopping," you could say, for a pet to kidnap. They flew around and around, looking at all the little Monopoly houses, looking at all the adults and teenagers and children walking around. They would point, inquire, and shake their heads after speculating the details (too cheesy; too slutty; obviously wants it; would scream too much; too fat; too skinny). They had eventually found who they wanted. A cat. He fit their exact criteria for height, weight, body build, and talent in the bedroom. That was their cat. That was their pet. That was who they would watch. That was who they would stalk.
Seriatim was pretty much crying at this point over the fact that he had just been kidnapped, and knew his parents wouldn't be able to save him at this point. Perhaps the police would, but it's doubtful, since it was at night, and flying dragons were pretty much in the norm. Flying cats were, even, through specific genetic experiments going on in the area due to the fact that it was a poor neighborhood, regardless of Seriatim's family living in a surprisingly nice house in the area. They needed the money. The tears slowly crawled down the cat's face, dripping down his cheeks and off his fur, falling back to earth. He lost the game. He lost his parents, he lost his friends; he lost his computer, his games, his schoolwork, his everything. He had been captured. He had been taken. He had been watched. He had been stalked.
And to top this all off, the only thing he was wearing were his glasses and his earrings. Flying nude in the air. His pride was dripping off his face and falling back to earth while his body soared high above it.
2
"Pas lu risobis." A nod.
The dragons were finally revealed from the light of the fire in their cave. Seriatim was dropped to the soft dirt of the floor. It wasn't a harsh drop, but regardless, Seriatim fell limp on the floor. Why wouldn't he? He had just been carried God knows how many miles across the city, downtown, and the country to get here to this cave which was only lit by a camp fire. And he was carried nude the whole way. He was still crying by the time he had arrived at the cave, as well. That at least explains his weakness.
The dragons were both of different colors, but they were one solid color. The dragon that had carried Seriatim across the area was a shade of earth green, his scales shimmering with a curious glint each time the fire flickered. It was a beautiful shimmer, much like jade or some other precious stone. His body was absolutely perfect, too. Toned like a body builder, arms very muscled, legs equally built the same. The dragon's tail swung back and fourth, sweeping the floor as he gazed at his mate, who was built the exact same way. The only difference between the two of them was that the mate was a shade of off-white, and just an inch or two shorter. Their snouts stood out at about six inches from where the underside of their chins met their necks. On the tip of their noses, beside the corners were two ovals, pointing at the bottom of a straight-line dimple that went from the
The white dragon stood up with a smile on his muzzle. He bounced over to his mate and kissed him right on the muzzle. The green dragon let out that murring sound again and wrapped his arms slowly around the white dragon's shoulders. They nuzzled each other. Then after a few moments, they broke their embrace and stared at the cat. The white one sighed.
"Il ete mez vonutu..." The white dragon let out a sigh of pleasure, clearly admiring the cat's appearance.
The green one nodded. "Y etevomus kurrict. Il nu muve kande mu distruó le ventene di il. Lu eteve dovo." He chuckled, rubbing his chest, as if brushing off some of the glass from when he had broke in through the window of the cat's house.
They held their claws together and sighed at the same time. They turned to each other, their green eyes lost in their faces. The white one spoke, "Inkuntrimus il dumistoku pirfiktu."
Seriatim finally stood up, gaining his strength. He had no idea what they were saying. It sounded like the Spanish he had been taught from school, but different. The vowels were pronounced differently. The grammar was the same. The words were only slightly altered, he thought at least. He was a bright cat. He was also creative. But this was a situation his mind couldn't get him out of.
The white dragon gazed at the cat as he woke up. He grinned, and slowly brought his talons down to his crotch, giving the hidden sheath a few gentle rubs with his surprisingly soft scaled digits. His index and middle finger rubbed along the unseen hole. He let out pleased growl sounds as he did this. The green dragon snickered and batted the white's paw away, beaming his sharp, white, blinding teeth.
"Pu ká lu 'eces kande toni mulu kunsigar pere ta?" The green dragon joked then slowly brought himself down onto his knees. The white one watched as his mate slowly hit the floor. His white scales went red. Slowly, the green dragon pressed his snout right at the white's perineum and quickly began to lick. The white one gasped, and slowly brought his talons to his mate's head, his wingspan expanding itself and a low growl of sheer pleasure leaving the white one. That snake-like tongue just lapped and lapped at the scaled taint, causing fits of pleasure to erupt in the anthropomorphic, scaled creature's body. That hole, hidden so well by the white creature's scales, was slowly opening up. As it slowly opened, a rather shiny object started to come out. It wasn't silver, but had its color; it wasn't a metallic, but it was coated in such ooze that it made it shimmer and shine with the light of the fire. It was, obviously, this dragon's pride. It glided out of the hole as the green dragon licked at the bulge where, if he had them externally, the white creature's balls would be. Slowly the silver colored length grew, and grew, and grew, until it stood out at around ten inches, curling upward just slightly. It was the perfect thickness--one and three-quarter inches. Nearly two. There was no mushroom-headed tip--it just tapered off at the end, and was drooling with fluids. The green dragon purred as he stared as his result, his tail coiling around his own leg.
The white dragon smiled and sighed contently at his mate. It was a smile of obvious love. He reached out and caressed the green dragon's cheek, running a claw along his chin.
"Ta k'oro," the white dragon whispered to the green.
The green smiled warmly to his mate. "Ta k'oro, tembon."
After they locked their gaze for about a minute (which started to confuse the hell out of Seriatim; he wasn't sure if they were mated, if they were plotting something, or what; he just sat there confused because he didn't understand a damn word they were saying), it became unlocked. The white dragon slowly padded over to the cat, who was starting to tremble. The cat backed away slowly, making sounds of obvious fright. The dragon smiled and pursed his lips, breathing outward through his teeth. This made a sound similar to a "shh."
"'ule, getu."
Seriatim whined and with his only thoughts, cried out, "I don't understand you!"
The white dragon winced a little and sighed. He turned to the green dragon to see if he understood the cat, but he just shrugged. The white turned back and tried his best to communicate to the feline.
"Ta," the white dragon pointed to the cat, his clawed digit only an inch from the cat's chest. Seriatim thought he was about to rip out his heart; he was so frightened, "etes nus." The cat blinked, his eyes going wide. Oh God, they were going to keep him forever, weren't they?
"I want to go home," the cat whined again. The white dragon ignored him as he went on.
"Ta," he pointed at the trembling feline again. Seriatim now understood that "ta" meant "you." The white dragon continued, "buburés ake." The white dragon peeled back and slowly swam his arms around, then lett them pause when they got to their original position. Seriatim tilted his head. He didn't know what buburés meant, but ake sounded a whole lot like aquí, so he figured it meant something to do with where they were. Then he realized that he had been kidnapped. Then he went wide-eyed.
"I don't want to live here!" he cried out again. "I want to go back home! Take me back home!"
The green dragon sighed softly, shaking his head. "Pinsu ka nu lu gastes," he spoke to the white dragon. The white dragon nodded, slowly standing up. "Zo, nu lu gastes."
Seriatim sighed contently as the dragon slowly stood up. Perhaps they were going to finally let him go. Perhaps they understand him. Perhaps they speak his tongue, and not this crazy fucking transposed Spanish language that he finds incredibly hard to decipher! The letters are shifted, he knows that much, but they speak so fast. He can't figure it out. He hoped to God that nu le gastes actually meant "let him go." It sure sounded like it! It had to be! It was just too correct. In Seriatim's mind, anyway. Were they going to let him go?
They weren't. And he knew this. And he whined again.
Then Seriatim came eye-to-eye with the dragon's length, standing out at ten inches, dripping with natural fluids, which made it nearly glow in the light of the fire. He stared at it. He enjoyed it. The presence of this flesh made him remember everyone at school, all his friends in the GLBT club, all the people that constantly hit on him, and then he realized what had happened... he was kidnapped by dragons.
Dragons.
Seriatim let this go through his head over and over again, as he realized what had happened. Dragons. Dragons had kidnapped him. Dragons. They were the scaly creatures he kept seeing at school, yes? Dragons. He found dragons sexy. Dragons. He loved the way their scales shined in the sun. Dragons. He had a crush on a dragon. His name sounded similar to these dragons's tongues. Dragons. Oh God, his fantasy. Dragons. His fantasy of dragons. He realized now what had happened. He had been kidnapped by dragons, and from the looks of it, they wanted him to be their pet.
Seriatim had fantasized about dragons nearly his whole life. Their scales felt so nice to the touch. Their bodies were nearly always well built. Their tails were strong. Their wings were warm. Their overall character was great. They were nearly always dominant. They were scaled, they were soft, they were tender. They were dragons.
The white dragon smiled down at the cat as he stared at his length, and watched as the look on the cat's face changed. The feline's figure also changed as he slowly came out of shock and understood where he was. The dragons had planned this the whole time. They studied his mindset. They studied his life. They knew his likes and dislikes. They knew he wouldn't understand them, but would figure it out soon enough. They liked him. They wanted him. Seriatim wanted him. Seriatim wanted them. The dragons knew this, too.
The reaction was perfect. The green dragon smiled along with the white as they gazed at their pet. Seriatim repositioned his glasses, his crimson eyes slowly closing and opening as he looked up at his new owners. The white dragon smiled down at his new pet and reached out to caress the cat's head fur.
The soft, creamy scales slowly glided their way through the equally soft fur of Seriatim's head. The feeling was amazing. For both of them. Seriatim shivered with delight as the scales combed through his fur. The white dragon shuddered with delight as he felt the fur on his fingers. So soft. This was another reason why the two dragons had selected this one--he was a cat, he was male, he was adorable, and they knew he was good in bed. Cats were always good picks because they knew how to keep themselves clean. Males were obviously what they were attracted to. You can't go wrong with an adorable animal, and being good in bed was what they needed. He was their pet.
"Mez, mez vonutu," the white dragon whispered to the cat. He smiled warmly at the feline, then pointed at him again. This time, the claw touched his chest. "Ti... etes mez, mez vonutu." The dragon sighed happily as his arms slowly engulfed the cat. The cat froze up. Even though he was very turned on by the presence of the two dragons with him now (the ones that captured him oh lord flying through the air naked oh god where are they taking me I want to go home I want to home oh god where am I oh my god I've been taken by sexy male dragons who want me oh wow) he was still trying his best to get through the events that happened. He slowly began to warm up, and with shaky paws, wrapped his arms around the dragon. The white one shivered, and even growled softly with pleasure, his chest vibrating from this.
"Genemus," the green dragon said, almost gravely. The feline didn't notice, since he was wrapped up in the white dragon, but while the white dragon was talking to him, the green one was fondling himself. He had eventually brought himself all the way out to twelve inches. He was thicker than the white dragon--about a half-inch thicker. So he stood at twelve-by-two-and-a-quarter inches. As the cat slowly opened his eyes, he saw this. It stood ebon. It was veined, thick, long, and ready. The cat drooled a little. They were both going to use him.
The white dragon continued to purr softly, then slowly pulled away from the cat. He sat on his bottom, and the green dragon padded around him. The white dragon's pride stood up in the air, glistening from the soft light of the room. The cat stared at the delicious-looking member in front of him, and this only made the dragon smile more. The white one nodded his head slowly toward his crotch, and softly spoke: "Ake."
The feline, almost hypnotized, complied. He slowly padded over to the dragon, on his hands and knees, gazing at the beautiful flesh before him. He sniffed at the tip and sighed happily, shuddering with delight at the wonderful, musky scents. Dragon. The dragon murred softly and rubbed his claws through the back of the cat's fur. The green dragon grinned as he watched, slowly making his way behind the cat. Seriatim was too lost in the moment to realize what the green one was about to do. Knowing exactly what the scaly wanted, Seriatim opened his short, felid muzzle and took the tip of that length into his mouth. Taking only an inch, his lips curled around the end and began to shortly bob back and fourth while his tongue worked at the tip, teasing the cock slit. The white dragon whined and leaned back, already feeling the ecstasy. "Mier!" Mier was apparently the green dragon's name. "Mier, il ete mez mez bon!" Warm, tasty pre suddenly fired up into the cat's muzzle, and he moaned.
Mier smiled at his mate and nodded softly. "Il ete mez bon. Pinsu." The green dragon slowly found his way over behind the feline and caressed his hips. Seriatim groaned, and his tail fell over, away from his entrance. The green dragon smirked. "Mmmm... mez bon," Mier muttered to himself. He slowly brought his thick neck down, and snaked his long (roughly six inches) tongue out to snake over the feline's tail hole. Seriatim whined loudly in pleasure, and feeling this, quickly engulfed about four inches of the white dragon's dick, swallowing it with delight. The white dragon hissed in sheer pleasure, slowly falling onto his back, wrapping his talons around the back of the cat's head. The green dragon smirked and pressed his entire snout right between the boy's cleft.
Seriatim gasped and mewled onto the beautiful flesh before him, taking another two inches into his muzzle, his rough tongue scraping the underside of the thick vein of the dragon's dick like soft, wet sandpaper. This made the dragon yowl in pleasure again, his length throbbing and drooling that much more pre into the waiting pet's muzzle. Mier shoved his long tongue deep into his pet's rump, murring deeply at the musky flavors. Seriatim whined loudly again, as his cock finally showed itself. He was small. Compared to the dragons, anyway. Six inches long, and two inches thick was how the cat stood out. It didn't matter, though. They weren't going to use it. He wasn't going to use it. And he was just content with that.
Seriatim started to work his mouth back and fourth along the wonderful flesh now burying itself slowly back and fourth in his mouth, his rough, feline tongue rubbing along the pole while the dragon behind him licked and cleaned his ass. The cat's tail slowly wrapped around Mier's neck, and that made him smile. He kneaded his claws into the cat's rump, slowly working his snake-like tongue back and fourth inside the cat, causing him to moan and purr around Mier's mate's dick. This only made the white dragon happier, his body twitching in pleasure. Seriatim wasn't even using his hands!
Eventually, the green dragon pulled his paws away from the cat and grinned, placing them now on his shoulders. Seriatim perked, but he knew what was to come. He gently relaxed himself, knowing how big the dragon was, still keeping his concentration on the flesh-pole inside his wanting mouth. The cat leaned on one paw, then brought the other to caress whatever couldn't fit in his mouth. The white dragon tensed and clawed at the ground, starting to hold back, as he and his lover always time their orgasms to be at the same time. This time, it would be a hard endeavor for the dragon.
Mier slowly caressed the cat's shoulders, and then smirked deviously. He had watched the cat often, and knew what he liked. He brought his cock tip to the boy's entrance and, without any warning, shoved about eight inches of it into him all at once. The cat nearly fell to the ground, impaling another inch of that sweet flesh into his mouth. The white dragon yowled. His cock throbbed and spurted a great, delicious amount of pre into the cat's muzzle, causing him to moan and purr loudly, which in turn caused another strand of pre to shoot into his mouth, which only repeated the process again. He started to bob faster, and Mier did the same thing, plunging eight inches of his length hard and rapid into the cat, then pushing another inch, and another. He kept this up until he fully sheathed the cat with his thick probe each time, his own ebon member throbbing and dripping into the cat's anus. The cat whined loudly with pleasure. They knew him. They knew him too well. They knew he was a cock-slut in all terms of the word. They knew he liked it rough. They knew he liked it big. They knew. They stalked him.
The perpetually probing to the cat's prostate was what drove him wild. His own cock throbbing and drooled a puddle on the floor while he swallowed the puddles of pre that slipped inside both ends of his body. His lips curled tightly and his mouth became a suction cup of sorts, his tongue caressing the thick vein. Finally, the white dragon was losing himself in the pleasure, arching his back and twitching. He started to become close.
The cat was tight. That's what Mier liked the most about the cat. He noticed what great pleasure all the animals from the cat's school had when they penetrated him, when they fucked him and hunched over him and deposited their seed and then proceeded to cuddle. They figured from intelligent speculation that this was more pleasing than his mouth, but that was equally good in its own form. Mier growled out into the cave as he clawed into his pet's bottom, nearly drawing blood, and causing Seriatim to moan even louder, to move even faster. Mier hunched over the cat and suddenly bit his neck. Seriatim screamed around the cock in his mouth and clawed at the floor with his other paw. His length began to throb with each pass of the thick, black probe penetrating his bottom. He bit harder. And harder, this time drawing blood. The cat moaned in ecstasy, feeling the crimson life fluid start to drool down his neck, coating his fur. Eventually, his neck was released, and the two dragons spoke to each other again in that indecipherable tongue.
"Eto zercanu!" The black dragon growled to his lover.
"Zo! Y eto tembon!" The white dragon whined back. The white dragon was first.
Seriatim meowled loudly as the first drop of seed hit his tongue. It tasted like vanilla, yet was slightly blue in its tint, and definitely had the hint of male sperm, which he adored the most. He couldn't see that, though. He could only taste it. And there was so much! He swallowed ever drop thick, heavy streams of fluids poured into his mouth, almost never ending. Seriatim's thoughts of the delicious flavored fluids were snapped as the dragon plunged harder and harder inside of him, growling loudly. Seriatim placed both paws on the floor and whined loudly around that thick member while it fed him. He curled his paws and his feet into fists as the pressure on his prostate became too much. What rarely occurred in his body finally happened--he was turned so badly and pounded so hard that he suddenly orgasmed. His hips shifted forward and back, pressing against the dragon while his tail hole fluctuated and tightened around the thick member. Mier growled one last time and slammed into the boy, filling him with just as much seed (though not the same flavor--Mier had a hint of apple) as his mate did.
They all stayed in their positions, until eventually, Mier flopped onto the boy's back. Seriatim was able to hold his weight, luckily. Seriatim pulled his muzzle off the thick length, swallowing one last round of seed. The white dragon just sat there.
"Mier... Mier! Lu... lu... lu ete mez bon!"
Mier nodded. "Mez, mez bon. Il ete pirfiktu. Il ete il dumistoku pirfiktu."
Seriatim just basked in the afterglow as he was constantly complimented by the two dragons, but had no idea what they were saying. He had become their pet, now. And he enjoyed it.
He just lay there, not noticing the two dragons get up, not noticing the two dragons coming back, not noticing Mier tightening and fastening the collar on him, tagged with "Pusido di Mier y Jaen," not noticing them dragging him by the leash to their part of the cave, and only finally noticing that he had been taken away to be curled up in bed between the both of them. He smiled and purred happily, curling up right in between them, feeling so warm.
"Ta k'oro, dumistoku." Mier smiled and kissed Seriatim on the head.
Jaen did the same. "Ta k'oro, dumistoku."
Seriatim blushed. They loved him.