{"sf1_id":824378,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Year of the Black Dragons - Chapter #2","author":"FBtH","words":2181,"posted_at":"2015-02-27T11:23:00.000Z","tags":["Bondage","Dragon","Dragon Booster","Fracshun","Machine","Male","wyldfyr"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/824378-year-of-the-black-dragons-chapter-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/824378","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=824378\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Dragon Booster: Year of the Black DragonsIf you wish to see the full, visual designs of the dragons from Dragon Booster, Google is your buddy. ~\nDisclaimer: I do NOT own Dragon Booster, its characters, locations or\nanything associated with it.   \nChapter #2 - First Contact Lance and Frachsun pulled up aside a shoddy looking diner.\nThrough the grimy front window it was clear that many of the patrons were\ntoughened burly looking men. It did not seem like any place for a child but\nLance did not seem worried by it at all.\"I'm going to go in and get a plate of whatever they have.\nI'll come back with something nice for you,\" Lance promised.  \"So wait here for me, kay?\" With that, he\nmarched through the open doorway and vanished.It had been no longer than a minute after Lance had gone\ninto the diner when a feeling like he was being watched dawned upon Frachsun.  The small dragon turned his head in time to see a scaled\ndark tail whip around the corner of a nearby building. Frowning in suspicion,\nFrachsun decided to find out who had been spying on him and set off after the\nowner of that tail, turning the corner as well into a narrow alleyway. Fracshun carefully ventured deeper into the throat of the passage\nand then stopped, staring. Ten metres up ahead was a dragon facing him and standing\nstill as if it had been waiting for Fracshun. Its appearance was unlike any\nother had seen before. It had an aerodynamic form but its body was\npowerfully built and a shade of darkest midnight - a telling feature of those\ninfluenced by Black Draconium. It also had long, red stripe-like markings along\nits well-toned limbs that linked up to an intricate and central red design\ntattooed all over its back and across its lower body.    Hearing movement behind him, Fracshun tried to rotate quickly\naround but was too slow and received a hard blow that knocked him to the ground. Eyes rolling upwards, Frachsun saw a second Black dragon identical\nin appearance to the first pinning him to the ground by the neck with a clawed\nfoot after having tackled him from behind. A thick, meaty tongue slinked out\nfrom his ambusher's maw to slicken his chops. Bending low, the black dragon ran the flat of its curled\ntongue up the strip of Fracshun's pinned neck while its long and thin reptilian\ntail which had lured Fracshun into this predicament slowly coupled with\nFrachsun's own limp macaw one, entwining it like a snake.   Just then, however, a furious roar rent the air startling\nthe two black dragons who found themselves unexpectedly set upon upon by Beau\nand Wyldfyr, accompanied by Artha and Kitt.Wyldfyr sent one of the black dragons skidding several\nmetres away from Frachsun by kicking it aside while Beau rammed the other using\nthe butt of his head to cast it off Fracshun. \"Get out of here before it gets any worse for you!\" Artha\nshouted at them. The black dragons accepted his warning and reluctantly\nslinked away, melting into the long shadows of the alleyway.\"Is Frachsun alright?\" Kitt worriedly asked, as Artha slid\noff Beau to check Lance's dragon for injuries. \"I think so,\" Artha reported. \"Good thing we spotted them\nfollowing Lance and Fracshun just after they left...\"  \"Hey guys!\" Lance chirped brightly as he strolled up to them,\nholding a half-eaten sub sandwich. \"Did you all come here to something to eat\nas well...what?\" he added, noticing the exasperation on everyone's faces.\n\"What? Did I miss something?\"            * * *Once again, the Penn Stables crew found themselves in\nMortis's Temple to discuss with him the latest on the black dragon crisis as\nwell as their very own encounter.  \"DC Security finished\ncombing through that factory in Work Town,\" Mortis grimly announced, \"and they have\nlearned what that disturbing setup was for.\"His face briefly contorted as if he had consumed a mouthful\nof something disgustingly bitter while the group waited for him to speak.\"It was a farm.\"\"Farm? What farm?\" Parm was not alone in his confusion. His\nracing companions looked equally mystified.\"A dragon farm.\"Mortis's revelation was met by shocked silence as everyone\nrecalled how countless dragons had been bound and suspended in such a mistreating method.   \"You mean the sort of farm where dragons are held for the\nsole purpose of breeding in order to create more soldiers for a dragon army?\"\nArtha sounded shaken.  \"Not exactly...How much do you all know about dragon biology?\"\nMortis gingerly ventured, and was received by murmurs in varying tones of\nignorance. Mortis sighed and proceeded to explain.\"From their very birth, all dragons are blessed with one of\nthe many elements of Draconium that runs through their very bones. The element\nof Draconium is instrumental in shaping the colour of their form as well as\ntheir attributes.\"\"Yeah, we know that much, already.\" Lance complained. \"Draconium holds value as a source of power, especially for\nus humans as it does not occur naturally within our body systems. But there has\nbeen little in the way of success where scientists have attempted to harness\nDraconium from dragons using several different ideas.\"\"Is that what that farm was set up for? To harness\nDraconium?\"\"Most likely. And we think that they might have actually\nsucceeded,\" Mortis begrudgingly admitted.\"How did they do it?\" By this point, Mortis was looking extremely uncomfortable,\nchoosing his words slowly and with deliberation. \"The means are very...explicit.\nFrom what DC Security have gathered, it would appear that the bones of a\ndragon's body are not the only place where Draconium can be found inside them.\nThe person or people who built that factory probably stumbled upon traces of it\nlaced in their genetic material. It is also possible that this is the method by\nwhich Draconium is passed down along a dragon's lineage, which would suggest\nthat Draconium may actually be hereditary. Furthermore, all the dragons that\nwere rescued from there were identified as male, so that would further support\nthe theory on the role that genetics play in all this.\"  \"Wait...so you're saying that that\nfactory was...\" Kitt clapped her hands over her mouth, unable to articulate the\nhorror of her thoughts. \"It is exactly what you think it is.\" Mortis's eyes roamed\nover to Lance and widened as if he had only just noticed the boy, who looked\nlike he had just been served a lifetime's worth of trauma. \"Oh. Sorry. I probably\nshould have told you to cover your ears for that one beforehand.\" \"So all those different dragons we saw at that place there...\"\nArtha said, slowly.\"Each element of Draconium has its own unique properties.\nThey were probably intending to farm as many different types of Draconium as\nthey possibly could,\" Mortis replied. \"As to what they are planning to actually\ndo with the Draconium that they harvest from the dragons, well, your guess is\nas good as mine.\" \"This is wrong!\" Artha angrily burst out. \"Dragons aren't\nsupposed to be used like this! They're not supposed to be exploited like some oil\nfield just for their Draconium.\"  \"Do you have any good news for us, like where we might be\nable to find those responsible for building that farm so we can shut them\ndown?\" Parm asked, sardonically.\"No. But as for that farm you found, it isn't just the one.\nDC Security have confirmed that an additional seven farms have been discovered\nthroughout Dragon City. They've said that we've probably only scratched the\nsurface and it's highly likely that we'll find even more.\"    * * *\"Damn him!\" Kitt cursed to\nherself.  Two days after the most recent\nmeeting with Mortis, she and Wyldfyr were back on the track and were now in the\nmiddle of a fierce street race, currently in second place and hot on the heels\nof the human-dragon pair coming first. However, no matter how hard they contested,\nthey could not surpass their opponents who were doing everything in their power\nto prevent Kitt and Wyldfyr from stealing the top spot.Kitt and Wyldfyr closed in on\ntheir targets, a young male rider with blonde hair and his orange Control-Class\ndragon.The rider glimpsed their\nshortening proximity over his shoulder and as both teams flashed past a\nconstruction site, he had his dragon fire a Mag-Burst Grenade into a formation\nof upright planks that were supporting a platform on which a shipping crate was\nsitting. The grenade went off and blew\napart the planks like scattering dominoes. The platform tipped and the crate\nkeeled over and burst open to spew out a large quantity of industrial barrels. The first barrel ricocheted off\nthe ground at an angle to bounce straight toward Kitt's head. Narrowly ducking\nthe incoming missile, she and Wyldfyr swerved and weaved their way boldly\nthrough the asteroid field of rolling and flying cylinders that followed.     After getting clear of the\nmakeshift hurdles, Wyldfyr hunched low and accelerated with a spurt of speed,\neasily gaining on their slower rivals and significantly reducing the distance\nthat had been built between them within a few seconds. Pursuing the present victors-to-be\ninto a hairpain turn, Kitt had Wyldfyr bank hard; hoping to slip past them in\nthe inner curve but their competitor flawlessly shut them out, leaving no\nopening for them to overtake.  No matter how many times Wyldfyr\nattempted to pass the other dragon, they would be skillfully blocked at every\njuncture, and each time the crimson dragon would spit out a growl of\nfrustration. Kitt decided that it was time to\nresort to a different tactic. \"Let's hit up our usual shortcut and use that to\novertake them!\" she shouted.Wyldfyr veered away to the side\nand with a single bound he cleared the safety barricades that lined the\nboundaries of the main track, springing up onto a thick and sturdy metal pipe\nthat was latched onto a neighbouring building and ran parallel to the circuit.\nHe followed the pipe around the circumference of the building to its other side\nand jumped off, landing on another raceway which Kitt knew to cut straight to\nthe final stretch of the race. About halfway toward the end, right\nafter a sharp bend, the path unexpectedly gave way to a large gap at least ten\nmetres long as if a great slice had been carved out of the highway.  Wyldfyr immediately slammed on\nthe brakes by digging his claws into the concrete, skidding with a screech and\ngouging long scratches into the asphalt like tire marks but they had been going\ntoo fast and the giant chasm was already much too close.Kitt and Wyldfyr slid straight\noff the edge where the track ended to tumble down into the waiting pit below\nand there were two loud thuds. Nothing happened for a while, and\nthen two black shadows that were veined in scarlet emerged from different\nhiding places close by to inspect the casualties. The motionless figures of Kitt\nand Wyldfyr lay next to each other.* * *As Wyldfyr's senses returned one\nby one, the Magma-Class dragon twitched awake to the noise of clanking metal\nand the startling din of fellow dragons screaming.  With a start of surprise, he peered up and\nfound himself hanging upside down; chained by the ankles of his sturdy hind\nlegs from a steel rack attached from the ceiling by more iron chains. He had\nbeen stripped of all racing gear.His attention was drawn by the sound of terrified whimpering coming from many other\ndragons miserably shackled right way up with their limbs chained behind them at\nevenly spaced increments along the same rack making a morbid queue that\nstretched in either direction, twisting and winding its way around the entire\nbuilding. It was an eerily familiar scene to Wyldfyr. However, this wasn't even\nthe worst part.At\nvarious points along the rack, strung up dragons were having horrific, inhumane\nthings being done to them. It was like something out of a nightmare. At one\nstation, rumbling wails dripped from the lolling muzzles of four or five helpless\ndragons as scientific instruments resembling oxygen masks had been applied to\nthe tender valley between their chained and spread thighs directly over their\nmale sheaths. In a\ndifferent corner, others had their necks locked in place to prevent head\nmovement while being force fed from a row of gigantic animal drip bottles with\nan unidentifiable liquid that seeped out in dripping streaks from the edges of\ntheir mouths which were tightly wrapped around the tube tips. Somewhere\nfurther down the queue, dragons that were having their bodies thoroughly\nexamined by machines squealed like gutted swine as they were poked and prodded\nin every orifice with sharp and spindly instruments attached to rotating mechanical\narms. Heavy\nfumes of that tropical saltiness Wyldfyr had been assailed by when he had set\nfoot in that other grisly factory he had found with Beau and the human crew was\nhere everywhere too and he now finally understood why it had induced unusual feelings\nin him back then. It was the smell of feral male arousal.  ","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/782598-year-of-the-black-dragons-chapter-1.json"}