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A Messy Encounter

(Contains: Male/Male, Anthro Characters, Quicksand, Size Difference, Masturbation, Sex, Dual-Penis, Breathplay)

By Zerr

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CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content.

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Zerr awoke with a throbbing headache. Where was he? He was lying on hot, gritty sand, and the sun was shining in his eyes, causing him to squint uncomfortably. His head spinning, he sat up groggily and looked around; he was in a desert, but why? He pushed through the fog of his mind in search of memories. Suddenly he recalled walking home alone in the dark, the chill of the night air on his cheeks, and feeling a large body grab him from behind, roughly placing what felt like a cloth over the front of his snout; it must have been chloroform. After that, darkness. He could only assume that the same unseen figure had dropped him off in this barren wasteland. But for what purpose?

The crocodile's heart began to race; why did this person kidnap him and put him in a desert? Was he or she still around? He surveyed the area around him anxiously. No sign of any life, which was both a relief and a disappointment at the same time; his kidnapper wasn't around, but at the same time, he was seemingly alone in a vast desert, with no way to know in which direction to head. He'd read stories in which lost travellers would walk for days in the searing heat, parched with unquenchable thirst, mirages playing trickery upon their minds, until they collapsed on the sandy ground, the ever-circling vultures above swooping lower and lower, as the last of their life force ebbed away. After the scavengers finished with them, no trace would be left of the unfortunate adventurers, save a few scattered bones which would be hastily eroded by the harsh desert sand.

Standing up slowly, he shook the hazy feeling from his head, brushing sand off his blue-scaled, lean-muscled body. Zerr walked off in a random direction, seeing nothing around him but reddish-orange dirt, jagged rock formations and low-lying, dry-looking shrubbery. The sun's rays shone down relentlessly, the crocodile finding himself becoming more and more thirsty as he walked. If he could, he would have sold his soul at that moment for one glass of ice-cold water. Distracted by the searing heat and his thirst, he didn't notice that the dirt underneath him was softening and quaking underfoot.

He wondered constantly at his predicament but could find no answers. He didn't have any enemies, nor stalkers (that he knew of), so who did this? He didn't have much time to think, however, as the ground below him abruptly cracked and revealed a thick, oozing, bubbling pit of sticky black tar that was hidden under the dirt! The crocodilian's feet immediatley plunged in to ankle depth before he even knew what had happened. Looking down, he realized what he had stepped in and gasped. He heard a squelching sound as his lower legs were sucked down into the substance. He grabbed his right leg with both hands and pulled up as hard as he could, but this only succeeded in making his left leg sink further; the tar clung to his foot even as he pulled it inches above the surface!

"Dammit, this is bad," he muttered. His heart skipped a beat when he realized that not only was he stuck, but he was slowly sinking. "Okay, okay, relax," he said aloud, attempting to reassure himself, "maybe it's not that deep. I'll likely reach knee-depth and then be able to pull myself out with a little effort." However, the anxious, easily-terrified part of him that he always tried to hide from others was making itself known, as he swallowed nervously, watching the clingy, black pitch rising up his strong, scaled legs, the viscous goop already past his knees. He started to breathe heavily, not from lack of oxygen but from panic. He could smell the heady, harsh odour of the tar, and it burned his nostrils slightly. He was starting to worry even more now, as he was almost waist-deep and didn't feel any bottom. "Is anyone there?" the crocodile shouted, although he didn't think he would receive an answer; all that he could see were sand and rocks in every direction.

One particular rock formation, a small distance away, stood over 16 feet tall. Its sharp angles jutted awkwardly in various directions. Looking at it, it almost seemed to Zerr that he glimpsed a brief flash of golden light, just for a moment, coming between a crack in the rocks. It was just for a split-second, however, and he dismissed it immediately, deciding it was a product of his overactive imagination and the heat waves playing tricks on his eyes.

"Fuck! I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die," Zerr repeated to himself, not one who was easily able to keep his head in frightful situations. The sticky ooze worked its way up over his crotch, causing him to blush lightly. It actually felt nice, as it was quite thick and soft, and it rubbed against his submerged lower half as he frantically thrashed and struggled in the relentless miasma. "No! Someone! Help! Please!" Somehow, despite his terror, he found himself becoming aroused, as he gyrated in the clinging, bubbling tar, his struggles driving him deeper and deeper into the muck. Bubbles of varying sizes grew and popped around him, splattering his body with streaks of sticky tar. He didn't bother trying to wipe them away, as his hands were covered in the oozing pitch as well.

"What's wrong with me?" Zerr thought to himself as he felt his reptilian member begin to poke out of its slit, throbbing as it was immediately enveloped in the caressing, black ooze. He tried to ignore it. The crocodile attempted to grab at the shore, managing to pull himself up a little before the dirt under his hands eroded, making the pit even bigger. He fumbled and tried to grab again, but now the shore was out of his reach. His mind racing, he reached down into the tar, grabbed his now fully-erect shaft, and started stroking it madly, thinking he should at least enjoy himself before his demise.

He quickly realized just how good the tar felt on his exposed cock, as he jerked it frantically, needing release as soon as possible, both due to his immense arousal and the fact that he hadn't much time before he would submerge, his movements serving to quicken the tar's greedy consumption of him, the surface churning as he stroked and humped. The mire bubbled all around him, his body covered in the thick, sticky pitch, its scent intoxicating him. Rivers of precum oozed from the tip of his cock as he stroked it, faster and faster as the waves of pleasure intensified. He felt the familiar tension in his body as he built up his final climax. It didn't take the crocodilan long to reach orgasm, squirming and panting as he shot out a load of his seed, his motions dragging him down fast. He tilted up his head, still stroking, as his body was sucked under. He finished orgasming finally and stopped jerking, weakly reaching a hand up to the surface in one last futile attempt to get out.

Zerr felt like he'd been holding his breath forever, as his hand above the surface sank down to join him, the thick tar greedily dragging him down into its murky depths. Everything was still, and dark, and quiet. His chest ached and he got ready to breathe in.

Suddenly the suffocating crocodilian felt a rather large hand grab his arm, dragging him up to the surface at a steady rate. He kept holding his breath and soon his head breached the surface. He gasped for air as he was dragged onto the shore. Turning around on his back, he wiped the tar from his eyes as best he could and opened them.

He was looking at the crotch of a very large dragon. Blushing and correcting his aim, not having expected his rescuer to be so tall, he looked up higher. His eyes met the two glowing, yellow, pupilless eyes that were looking down at him. His saviour had an amused grin on his face. Looking him over, Zerr observed his appearance. He stood towering over the crocodile, his height dwarfing the smaller, blue reptile. His build matched his height, Zerr noting the dragon's powerful biceps bulging as he crossed his arms. He sported a vivid mane of red hair, two ivory horns, and a red scar-like marking over each eye. His scales were black and his chest and abdomen were protected by red chest plates. Jutting from his back were wings with spikes on their tips, and going lower, a long tail with a red spade on its end. Zerr thought the dragon was quite handsome after taking in his tremendous frame, needing to tilt his head up and down to see the entire picture.

"Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna say something?" the dragon said gruffly.

Zerr snapped back to reality, coughing and smiling sheepishly. "Sorry. Um, thanks for the help. My name's Zerr." The crocodile stood up, his body a mess of black tar, grains of sand sticking to it. He thought it must have been quite a sight for the dragon. Extending an arm upward, Zerr offered a handshake, a comical sight as the large reptile reached down, grasped the crocodile's palm and lightly shook it.

"Name's Xanthus," the dragon said, his deep voice and enormous frame seeming to demand respect.

"How did you manage to get yourself stuck in there, you silly thing? And furthermore, what are you doing around these parts in the first place?" Xanthus said, his expression betraying nothing but casual curiosity.

"Well, that's the thing, I don't really know. I just," he paused for a moment, "woke up here. After walking for awhile, I stumbled into that tar pit. If you hadn't come along at that moment, I'd be dead." explained Zerr, attempting to wipe some of the tar off of himself as he spoke.

"You're lucky you didn't drown, after giving up your struggle and deciding to get off in there." Xanthus smirked.

Zerr's eyes widened. "Y- you saw? I, I, uh..."

The dragon's manner seemed to abruptly shift. Grinning cruelly, his glowing yellow eyes flashing white for a moment, he said, "I don't appreciate people trespassing on my land, especially when they decide to do perverted things. I think I might have to punish you for that."

At the last sentence, Zerr panicked, backed away, and quickly began to run. Before he got very far, though, he was brought to a sudden stop, as Xanthus deftly grabbed the crocodile's hand and dragged him back, pulling him up in the air so that they were face-to-face. Zerr wriggled in the dragon's grasp, trying to break free. "I think I'm gonna have some fun with you, my little friend." The dragon trailed a long, slimy lick up the crocodile's body, Zerr shutting his eyes as the tip of Xanthus' gigantic tongue slid over his groin for a moment, before moving up over his chest and ending with a flick over his cheek. Zerr shivered at the contact.

Suddenly Zerr felt himself being flung through the air back into the tar. Landing on his rear end with a splash, he said nervously, "W- what do you intend to do?" He felt himself sinking again, his visage contorting with despair. "You'll see," replied the dragon nonchalantly. Zerr groaned as he struggled in the clinging pit again, even as he knew he wouldn't get out, and knowing that even if he did, Xanthus would just push him back in. Looking up at the dragon, his jaw dropped. Out of Xanthus' slit had emerged not one, but two ebony shafts, one on top of the other. Each was ridged along the underside as well. Like the rest of Xanthus, the two cocks were enormous. "Like what you see?" the red and black dragon said with a sly smirk. "No, leave me alone, you're sick!" Zerr said, swallowing nervously. The two shafts seemed to be staring at him, dripping precum into the tar in front of him. He noticed Xanthus had taken the time to tie a rope to a nearby rock while he was busy struggling. The rope was just out of his reach, no doubt merely an escape tactic for Xanthus. The question was, would he share it?

"Ah, I see. Pretend you don't want it so you can save your dignity. But by the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me for more, my little pet." The dragon said this as he began to wade into the bubbling, thick, black tar to join the crocodile, sinking down quickly to his knees, keeping one hand on the rope. Zerr attempted to back away, pushing himself with his hands, but the tar offered nothing to push against, instead just sucking his body deeper, his knees and chest sticking above the surface. Xanthus grabbed Zerr again and dragged him through the tar, turning him around so that now Zerr was next to the shore and Xanthus was behind him. Zerr grabbed the rope and tried to pull himself out, but the dragon placed his hand on the crocodile's head and pushed him back down. "Now, now, we haven't even started yet!" Xanthus said wickedly. "Please, stop it!" Zerr cried, trying to contain his ever-growing arousal. The dragon was handsome but Zerr didn't want to get turned on by being raped. He struggled and fought but the dragon effortlessly overpowered him.

Before long Zerr felt Xanthus grab his tail and lift it. "Fuck off!" the crocodile shouted, but Xanthus just ignored him. Soon the large tip of one of Xanthus' cocks was pressed against the tight ring of his tailhole, sliding up and down between his scaled cheeks below the surface of the bubbling muck. Zerr flushed and looked away, as with each movement the dragon's cock pressed itself a little harder against his puckered tailhole, not entering just yet, but rather hotdogging between his cheeks, the pressure pushing small amounts of tar and precum inside him. Large hands caressed his body, moving up and down along his sides and chest. "You're all mine now, Crocco," the large dragon growled. Zerr blushed and let out a little moan; with all this teasing, just keeping himself from getting an erection was taking all of his willpower. He did not intend to submit.

Without warning, Xanthus stopped the grinding, grabbed Zerr's shoulders roughly, pinned his upper body and face down on the sandy shore, and rammed his upper cock into the crocodile's tailhole. Zerr cried out in surprise and pain as the gigantic member was forced into him. His claws dug into the dirt in front of him as the dragon's thrusts started out agonizingly slow, then gradually started to quicken. The motion made Xanthus sink, and since Zerr was effectively attached to him, he found himself being dragged deeper into the tar as well. He tried to keep his grip on the shore but was being slowly pulled back in, his nails leaving long marks in the ground.

He clenched his teeth as he felt those long, rhythmic thrusts breeding him, filling him as he'd never been filled before. At first he whimpered from the pain and fear, but slowly his whimpers turned into light moans, as the intense pain from Xanthus' huge cock transitioned into a far more pleasant feeling. "No," he thought, "I can't be enjoying this!" He tightly closed his eyelids and tried to force his mind elsewhere, but just then Xanthus reached a large hand around and proceeded to roughly grope at his crotch as he fucked the crocodile, rubbing his slit harshly with his fingers. Zerr couldn't take it anymore and his cock emerged yet again, the dragon behind him grinning; he had the crocodile right where he wanted him. There was a smug satisfaction to be had when forcing oneself upon someone aroused the victim as well.

The black and red dragon continued to ravish the much smaller crocodile, his rough treatment lasting awhile as Zerr marvelled, exasperated, at the larger reptile's stamina. When the two of them sank too deep, Xanthus would grab the rope and pull them back up to the shore. After some time, however, Zerr felt the dragon tense up, roar, and release his seed into the crocodilian, breeding him with his throbbing upper cock. Zerr groaned as he felt his abused tailhole filling with load after load of thick, hot, white dragon essence. Just as he thought it was over, Xanthus turned him around on his back to face him and shoved his lower shaft into the crocodile's tunnel, his top cock staying erect, oozing cum all over the crocodile's abdomen as it grinded against Zerr's own member, their shafts rubbing together so that Zerr wouldn't be able to avoid his potential climax, even though he had resisted jerking himself up until now.

"D-dammit," Zerr moaned loudly, unable to ignore his arousal any longer. His hands gripped the dragon's muscled thighs as he was fucked relentlessly, the sticky tar churning all around them. Panting heavily, he felt himself tensing up yet again, Xanthus' thrusts bringing him closer and closer to an explosive orgasm, his head swimming with ecstacy. The dragon would alternate his speed, at times quickly fucking him with hard thrusts, and at other moments slowly pushing himself deep into the smaller reptile, before bringing his cock back to the crocodile's rear entrance, going all the way in and out; forcing more tar into his tailhole each time, the sensation thrilling for both of them.

Soon neither of them could hold back any longer. With another roar, Xanthus shot his second load into the crocodilian's ravaged tunnel, at the same time releasing shots of spunk from his top cock all over Zerr's face and chest. As the top cock throbbed, grinding against Zerr's, and the bottom cock pushed itself deep and stayed there, Zerr groaned loudly and an incredible climax washed over him, his heart pounding as he came, his splooge mixing with the dragon's and the tar, covering his upper body in a sticky black and white coating. Panting, Xanthus grinned down at the crocodile before removing his retracting cock from inside the crocodile, his spunk oozing out of Zerr's tailhole into the tar pit after he pulled out.

Zerr lied there, still sinking, just trying to enjoy the afterglow before he dragged himself out with the rope. He was up to his chest in the black, sticky mire, covered in spunk, catching his breath. He noticed Xanthus moving but didn't pay attention, until when he looked up he noticed the dragon had extracted himself from the muck and had taken the rope with him.

Panicking, the crocodile cried, "Wait, what are you doing!?" He thrashed in the merciless tar, trying desperately to free himself. "Just having some more fun. I wanna see you submerge!" said the dragon with a chuckle, crossing his arms. "No! Please! I don't want to die!" whimpered the crocodile, grabbing at the surface of the tar, his claws leaving long trails in the muck that were quickly filled in. He gasped and struggled, clawing weakly, attempting to keep afloat, but before long the tar's suction got the best of him, dragging him under, the mire rushing to fill the hole he had left.

Once again Zerr was surrounded on all sides by the bubbling, viscous ooze. He held in his remaining oxygen as long as he could, his chest tightening, but he had to breathe in; he just couldn't hold his breath any more. Giving up hope, he breathed the oozing tar, feeling a burning sensation as it rushed into his nostrils and throat, filling his lungs.

He was getting lightheaded from the lack of air when he felt the dragon's hand grab him again, pulling him up to the surface quickly. Apparently Xanthus had pulled a little too hard, as once he broke free from the tar's grip, he was flung through the air, flipping once before landing hard on his back. This knocked the wind out of him but also caused him to choke up some of the tar. Gasping, sputtering, he lied there on the desert sand and caught his breath, the pain in his back from the landing slowly fading away.

When he finally caught his breath, Zerr wiped his eyes and looked up at Xanthus once again. "Black is a good look for you, little one!" the dragon said, laughing. Zerr just frowned. "Oh, come on, Crocco," the red and black reptile said, "I wasn't about to make myself a murderer. Besides," he grinned, "I wouldn't be able to use you as my personal pet if I let you drown, now, would I?" A surprised Zerr replied, "Your what?" but before he could move or say anything the dragon had picked him up, holding him in one arm, and started flapping his wings, carrying the both of them away from the desert. Zerr couldn't exactly try to escape now that he was in the air, so he attempted to make himself as comfortable as he could, not knowing how long the flight would be. All he knew was that if today was any indication, Xanthus was going to get a lot of use out of him.