Knight Rider
Story by WozWerth on SoFurry
Just a quicky outside my requests and comissions to help get the blood flowing.
A knight and his Mount bond in a new fashion in the midst of war. (juicy bits begin on Augustus the 13th if you want to skip the rhetoric)
"War..War never changes. Unless, like. We get bigger guns'r'shit". Famous words from my Diplomacy and Economics Tutor, I swear the fool spent more time smoking Hash Grass than he ever did in study or teaching.
The year was 330AA (After Apocalypse). It was supposedly 330 years ago that the ancient nations nearly glassed the entire world with atomic fire. Most of what is now our world consists of what was called "Europe", or so the old texts say. I honestly couldn't care too much, History was valuable, but with most of the known world now believed to be radioactive Desert or Tundra there were greater priorities. Resources are scarce outside the few remaining rich and verdant regions, lands ruled by merchant kings or powerful Lords while Bandits, Barbarians and Beasts made claim to what was left and often lead raids into neighboring countries.
From my understanding our technology has advanced hundreds of years in the field of weapons but regressed everywhere else leaving the quality of life poor or desperate for those who did not endear themselves to the service of royalty or a noble lord. Even our culture had supposedly suffered greatly. Once the worlds nations could speak to each-other in massive conferences on neutral soil and people and goods could supposedly move freely. Though if such governance were so effective we wouldn't be here now, would we? Personally I prefer powerful Kings and Lords to talking heads and Criers.
Unsurprisingly what was left of the world is now split into rival kingdoms or fiefdoms to greater powers. This is a land of feudal rule and honored knights riding into battle or enforcing law to claim glory and prestige or their family clans. Thankfully I was born into such a Noble House, the House of Dane. And thus I was afforded education and physical training fitting of my class to be more than a mere peasant or commoner. I was trained in the basics of mathematics, chemistry, astronomy and so-on but chose to be groomed in combat and battle tactics. I excelled in my studies, put everything I have into refining myself into what I aimed to achieve, Knighthood and ultimately Knight-Commander.
I am no one particularly special in this army as of yet, but my proficiency in foresight, economics and tactical warfare have allowed me to start as a future sub-commander of my own platoon. I have no clue which one yet as it is to be assigned to me this morning. Though I've already been afforded a small but personal Tent I've barely slept at all due to the anticipation, . I need to keep myself calm and collected, dignified. I write now in my new Journal to help allay my concern and anxiety.
Here is to the beginning of my new life! If only my betrothed could see me now..though honestly we have never met so she lacks any context. Arranged marriages certainly leave something to be desired.
No matter. The date is Augustus the 8th, 330AA. It grows cold outside with the approaching winter and luminous snow radiates from the highest peaks to light the sky at night. I will soon march into battle against the Ruud's in what was once the ancient country of a place called "France".
Augustus the 9th, 330AA.
The day began as I had expected. What little sleep I've managed will have to do after my Sergeant burst into my Tent demanding I wake. I stifled my yawns and tried my best to remain alert or at least appear as such as I was lead past the bunkers where I expected to be brought and instead to the Pens near the administrative Tent. I was stunned to learn that I was selected to become a part of the Mounted Corps, the most prestigious of Knights who rode rare and fiercesome war Drakes into Battle!
From what I know of my history these fine beasts did not exist before a great deal of "genetics" experimentation before the end war. Once small common Lizards, now large and proud beasts on average standing 5ft tall on all-fours as they ripple under their armored scaley hide with pure muscle. Their senses are keener than something called a "BloodHound" which alone sounds terrifying while they also serve the purpose of a creature once called a "Horse". I understand they, from what I've read and we've recovered from old texts, had been some sort of 10ft metal monstrosities that stormed into battle and ate men whole. Thankfully the Drakes outside of ferals are far more intelligent and amicable, not as intelligent as Humans, but able to pick and bond with a Rider and understand basic commands.
As I walked into the Pens I smelled something odd, not unpleasant but rather alien, it was somewhat heady but earthy like foliage and I found myself trying to inhale and discern more of it out of curiosity. Understandably there was also the faint smell of animal dung and the like as well, but the Pens were cleaned regularly and the Drakes groomed so any unpleasant odors were mild at worst and all but unnoticeable to that rather pleasing potpourri that smelled so natural, almost like a spring Breeze parading the scent of new life springing from leafy decay after a long winter...musty.
"Are you paying attention?" asked my Sergeant as I cleared my throat and straightened out. "Yessir!" I replied looking him over and finally the Drakes in nearby Pens all lead into a large single one. He gave me a nod and simply opened the gate for me with a smirk. "Well then. Get in there and make a friend if you can" he chuckled as I entered to look over the 5 Drakes selected for me. One was a snowy white, clearly female from her frilled Ears, a feature the males lack. She sniffed at me but had little interest before outright ignoring any advances or gestures I made. The same for what I assumed to be her Brother, a large blue Drake with a damaged left Horn.
I had slight interest from a somewhat yellow and orange juvenile Drake and while we played a bit and he allowed me to groom him he ultimately did not bond. I had no better luck with any of the others much to my Sergeants chagrin. Yet as I sighed and resigned myself to the role as a common Soldier the most remarkable thing happened. I marched towards the gate but before I could we all heard the creaking of refined steels and wood. Looking behind me I saw what was said to be the largest and most aggressive of all the Drakes effortlessly breach the Pen.
He was a towering Beast almost 7ft on all fours and while he had muscle dense and powerful as the finest of steel he carried with him a regal and somewhat slender grace from the tip of his toothy maw to his powerful and dextrous 8ft tail. He had 3 horns instead of the natural 2, one atop his head and flowing back to virtually give him a helmet and crown of majestic Ivory. I thought for certain I would die there, the other Drakes cowering in a corner away from him as my Sergeant locked and sealed the gate ahead of me while shouting for the Penmaster. He loomed over me, huffing a hiss at me as I stood my ground and looked into his eyes. I do not know what came over me, but I must have impressed him for he lowered his head and pressed his snout against my chest. He took in my scent, nosing my body and exploring around my Legs and crotch.
I tried to breath calmly and found my lungs filled with more of that earthy and natural musty scent. That scent of calming nature that eased my nerves and granted fond memories of warmer days. I found myself gently petting him, feeling how stunningly smooth his polished Viridian Scales truly were. He murred in approval as I gently worked along his beautiful Horns and slid my hands along their base to caress the flesh before it quickly turned to scale. He soon rose again and nosed me, letting out a gutteral growl and grinning through those daggerlike teeth while giving me an...odd look somewhere between satisfaction and perhaps anticipation? I heard "He's chosen" behind me in a shocked voice and turned to see both the Penmaster and Sergeant with mouth agape before I felt a large broad tongue glide along my cheek forcing a stunned laugh from me as I caressed the enormous creature.
To think I had tamed the most feared and powerful Riding Drake in the Kings standing army!
Augustus the 10th, 330AA.
Perhaps unshockingly I'm the talk of camp. We ride out in just a few days and already the Beastmaster and High-Commander have equipped me to ride my Mount into battle and given me charge of my first Platoon! I spent all of yesterday with my new companion, I have named him Vinland for his beautiful silver-green colouration, he took to the name well and rather impressively even assisted me in learning to ride.
In just an evening I rode (with mild compensation from Vinland) as though I had ridden Drakes all my life! While I had done some small amount of practice at the academy it could not compare to such a fine and powerful beast under my reigns. I swear we already function as one, my new Mount is truly the finest his kind has to offer and he shows pride when I tell him so. Odd he has not sired any clutches when any female (possibly of any species!) would be willing to accept him.
I am thankful I was already slightly above-average in size at 6'6" as I look small enough upon Vinlands back already. They've given him a fine polished black metal armor with protrusions glowing red from the conduits and heat hidden within its layers. I too was granted similar apparel to look intimidating upon the field of battle..though frankly he did not need it. We've also been given the standard "Flux" shield generators that render common infantry gauss weaponry all but pointless, I'm told weapons training is tomorrow.
No matter I am thankful for the added protection for my blessed companion and find myself more at-ease in his presence, tomorrow will go swimmingly I'm sure. There must be more to this bond than I realize for it already feels like we've known each-other for weeks.
Augustus the 11th, 330AA.
There was an unpleasant snowfall today, thankfully we've already been equipped with thermals and the armor provides adequate protection from the elements. Vinland seemed totally unfazed by the change of weather, perhaps he could sense it?
Weapons training went smoothly, smoother than expected as my companion never ceases to amaze me. Due to his great size and power is was decided I'd wield a force pike and Hard-Shield as my main loadout with an Element Blade as my backup. I'm accustomed to swordplay but the Pike was new and awkward. Essentially a large 3-pronged spear made from a conductive alloy and loaded with repulsion coils along the head and base.
While powerful the weapon has a great deal of potential to hit my mount in the midst of battle, yet as I spoke he began to heed and listen, weaving his flexible body perfectly to avoid the recoil from my swings as we stormed through the practice field laying ruin to the standing targets and dummies. I've never felt so confident or powerful as I did in that moment atop my mighty companion, nigh untouchable.
We'll be working on advanced riding tomorrow, but unusually Vin forced his way out of the Stables and into my Tent when night fell. He wanted to be close to me it seems, how sweet. I was scolded by the Sergeant and told to sleep with my "pet" in the Pens if wished to share my nights with him. I do not know why, but I felt some aggravation when he referred to Vin as a "Pet". Perhaps I am seeing him more as an individual now, he certainly has a personality.
Regardless, as I saw him curl up and stretch out my tent to its limits I smiled and forced my bed out of it. I walked over and rested against him sharing our warmth as his scent was more rich than ever. I'm happy to rest rest such a warm and powerful beast, I enjoy his presence and his soothing aroma be it in the Pens or Wilderness. He shuffed and sniffed at me as well before rumbling pleased and curling up a bit more to embrace me. I believe he feels the same.
Augustus the 12th, 330AA.
We've suffered a pre-emptive attack from the Ruud forces. They struck in the morning light and set fire to our camp. Luckily Vin and I proved our valor quite readily. Sleeping together had been a blessing as we were ready to ride well before the others and the sight of a massive War Drake storming at their line sent most of the savages scattering.
Still, we've suffered a few casualties and as it seems will be moving out sooner than anticipated. I feel I should worry when we march, but oddly I feel confident and eager. This will be my first true battle and I am yet untested but my companion fills me with a confidence I've never so fully experienced before. I am used to steeling myself or demanding great focus, but this is something else entirely.
We still had some training today after the morning events, though we have a much greater presence of guards about now. It wasn't difficult, again almost natural as I rode upon Vinland and we functioned with hardly a word between us, only faint gestures and response like instinct.
We've retired to the Pens for the night, I received a few looks following my mount to his Pen and giving him soothing caresses before coaxing him to rest. Even the other riders seem impressed by our receptiveness to one-another.
Augustus the 13th, 330AA.
I must say I slept better last night than perhaps ever before. My dreams were deep and vivid, not once stirred from a deep rest before morning exercises forced Vin and I to rise. I swear he is far more intelligent than he looks, when the morning trumpets blared he gave a half-glare and huff as if to grumble "Accursed Buglers" for stirring him from his own enjoyable Dreams.
..Perhaps too enjoyable, I did catch a glimpse of his rather staggering size. Not his body, his maleness. His breeding organ was merely peeking out and yet from what little, or should I say a LOT, of what I saw his full length must the size of my leg when fully engorged!
I should have been disgusted or shocked, but honestly besides that rather dizzying musk pouring from his immense crimson tool as it glistened with musky lube, sweat and arousal I found the situation to be..almost completely normal, no different from seeing the occasional member from my fellow Pupils when we showered at the academy. I tried to hide a slight blush, but in all truth we were bonded companions. This wasn't anything of real concern.
I even took the time to look over his maleness a bit, always having been curious of anatomy as I observed the odd tapered flare with what seemed to be small fins of pink flesh along the head to excite females and test their tightness perhaps. I heard a rather bemused purr rumble from Vins throat, aware of what I was doing as I saw more of that immense girthy beast cock slowly swelling and sliding out of its sheath from the attention. The scent was growing more intense as I practically tasted the salty tang on the back of my throat, I could feel the heat of it but shook such thoughts from my head.
The more of his member that slid out the more of his alien anatomy I saw, his cock had three prominent rings along the length as if to test the capacity of females and should they be unable to take the full length than the ring itself could likely swell to lock in his semen until he was done. Thick veins protruded and flowed along his length, they throbbed and steamed with each beat of his Heart as I looks to his base and spotted his rather plump and scalie nut sack. I must admit seeing his testicles each a foot in diameter made me feel slightly inadequate.
..I realize I've been discussing my Mounts privates for the last three paragraphs..
Anyways it was a unique but not unwelcome experience. Vin seemed happy allowing me to explore his anatomy but it is far from appropriate. I do appreciate the trust he has in me, though to my shame I may have grown a bit erect and curious from the experience.
Thankfully no one else will read this.
Augustus the 15th, 330AA.
Yesterday progressed in a manner different to what I could have expected or foreseen. I am uncertain how to describe or feel about the days or nights events but I'll start at the beginning.
We rode towards the wooded border of Ruud territory, I moved my Platoon seperate from the main attacking forces in order to flank the enemy lines. Luckily our forward line smashed into the Ruud's main detatchment allowing my group to slip by unnoticed. We encountered a group of Ruud Soldiers with the same plan near the crest of a River and drove them into it with a steady charge. They were far less-effective in waist-high water and the few we did not strike down were taken by the current or the Stalkers in the deeper Waters.
We rode unimpeded from then on into the enemy flank. It wasn't long before we hit their camp and killed the main commander, the rest of the forces lower in the chain of command devolved into panic or rivalry as Barbarians often do. The forces we did not scatter or force into retreat were likely captured. I do not know for certain as Vin and I were seperated from the main Army.
We were showered with Artilery fire from a far-off Ruud battery and my men had little hope of escape. Shockingly Vin coaxed me into a rather bold plan. I told my Men to retreat back to the front as we charged alone towards the kill zone. They had to have a spotter, Ruud technology simply wasn't impressive enough for them to spot us from such a great distance through wooded terrain.
I know not what bravado possessed us, but with the artillery fire split between my platoon, myself and the approaching army not a shell came close to striking us before we found an obscure and large elevated open rocky bunker. A heavy stab from my Pike into the small access window while Vin clung to the rock face lead to a loud thrump and scream as the fire soon became erratic before ceasing altogether.
I pet Vin, that brilliant Lizard, for his rather brash but successful action. Night was falling however and we needed to secure ourselves. The Ruud forces would not dare march at night but neither should we, Stalkers roamed the woods at night. From what I knew of them they were a semi-aquatic species evolved from something called a "Crayfish" and looked vastly different in the past. Now they appeared more like chitinous Wolves, hybrids of crustaceaon and terrestrial beast that preferred to ambush in numbers or strike in the darkness. Their needlelike jowls could inject a numbing venom that slowly paralyzed prey and left it disoriented until it was too weak to go further.
Luckily they loathe light thanks to what I imagine are their hyper-sensitive compound eyes and even a small fire will keep them at bay for a night though simply keeping away from sources of deep water is equally effective usually. Unfortunately we bordered a sizeable river that no sane man would cross once the sun has waned and moon risen.
It is here that things happened in a way I could not have foreseen.
We needed shelter for the night, the Bunker was perfect for the task. With my flint and some local tinder we had an adequate and welcoming fire to keep us warm and safe for the night. Admittingly I doubt the Stalkers would be fool enough to tangle with Vin either way, but I was not likely to be so fortunate.
Once I had the fire set I sighed and lay against the stone walls of our temporary home. Vin looked about and sniffed the air before looking to me as I hadn't seen since we first met. That excitement and perhaps something mischevious was expressed by his grinning maw and focused eyes as he looked over the walls of our Bunker and flicked his Tail rather eagerly. He began to saunter around the room that for a creature of his size was cozy at best.
The more he moved about, the more frequently his flicked his tail and the more he began to linger around me particularly the more I smelled his natural musty scent and felt relaxed and calm. He seemed to fill the bunker with that natural fragrance while lightly adding in something else, something familiar. A similar and rather potent Musky aroma to when I had seen his arousal, yet it was more earthy. It blended so nicely with his natural scent that I simply rested back and decided to enjoy it, I believed at the time he was simply marking his territory to frighten off lesser creatures.
I looked over him with greater frequency, seeing him toss back looks and cunning smirks the more he seeded the area with his beastly influence clearly aware of the effect it was having on me. I blushed as I felt my erection strain against my armor, memories of his own Member were edging at my thoughts as I closed my eyes to relax and simply enjoy my companions unusual but enticing and soothing fragrance.
I swear I could just lose myself in his marvelous body, I felt an honest urge just to groom him, embrace and nose into that polished scale. It was only the pain of my straining cock that spoiled my focus, each breath forcing a heavy throb as I took in his musk and natural scent until the strain was too great. With a groan I reluctantly released the plating and armor around my crotch, exposing my slick maleness to the open air as I shuddered in relief.
Thing suddenly grew darker however, opening my eyes before blushing hard and going wide-eyed as my gaze met Vin's massive testicles swaying in front of me. I could feel the heat from those orbs carrying gallons of thick Draconic sperm as my next breath was drenched in a mixed and pungent maleness that clung to the back of my throat and tasted of a bitter and salty mix. And yet raw and heavy as it was I took another breath and shuddered with shock as Vin purred lustily and looked back shooting me a grin. His tail directed me upward to his stunningly puffy asshole.
It was huge, spongy and stretched as the green along his anal ring and flesh was far lighter than his surrounding rump scales. It winked as I gazed at his eager and trained rear. It was little wonder he hadn't bedded any females, he must've enticed dozens of male Drakes to rut him like a bitch. With a lusty hiss Vin must have guessed what I was thinking, my lungs almost burning with the heavy smothering stench of his raw cock and balls, of his pungent arousal and potent beastial musk that seeded my taste buds with the taste from each breath.
His tail gripped my neck, holding me still as I felt him lift me slightly before lowering his rear. His puffy Anus drew closer and closer until my face was mashed into that hot pillow of an asshole with a lewd squish. I grunted and paniced, gripping at his ass as I shuddered and tried to struggle. My hands sunk right in, his powerful rear deceptively soft as I gripped handfulls of his cheeks and felt him tremble before releasing a growl of pleasure. I had to breath, I was kissing his anal ring before heaving a breath and shuddering as I felt a wash of light-headed euphoria and arousal rush through my head and to my pulsing erection.
He was so incredibly hot, his draconic rear clean and smooth as I took a deep breath of his scent, the earthy taint of his anal musk mixing with his natural scent so perfectly it was almost meant to be. I groaned and squeezed again, feeling him flex and clench as I timidly licked at the sensitive flesh. He tensed and murred his approval to coax me onward, to feel me kiss his flesh and glide my tongue along the creases as he humped the air and mashed me harder against his pillowy cock-sleeve of an asshole like a toy.
I could feel myself sweat lightly from the heat, the intoxicating and perverted aroma of his most personal and sensitive flesh coating my senses as I tasted the midly salty flesh and shockingly piquant savoriness that was natural to his most sexual parts until I nearly drooled from each exploratory lick deeper into him. I heard a rumbling groan and rather loud splatter that forced the fire to sizzle angrily before Vin rose his hind end to free me from the ass that had sandwiched me against the wall.
I was too dazed to do anything but moan, looking over him with greater lust than I had any woman. The heavy coctail of Pheromones pouring off his maleness and from his anal rim made me tremble with need. I looked over him in that crackling light, his shimmering powerful feral body, that massive half-flaccid draconic cock oozing a constant stream of steaming bubbling seed, his churning nuts swaying slightly as they tensed and and forced a hearty gush of cum to erupt from Vinlands amazing Length. And of course, that amazing puffy Asshole glistening with my saliva in the weak light as he licked his lips and clenched to wink it at me invitingly to make my Heart drum in my chest. I still don't fully understand what I felt in that moment besides admiration for his immaculate and powerful form, so wildly erotic and inviting yet powerful and feral.
I was far too dazed to move, not even certain if I had cum or not as I looked to my own painfully erect Member soaked in my precum. With a tug on my neck by Vins tail I watched as tried to adjust, watching him line up my erection with that spongy and hungry Anus. He lowered himself slowly, the size-difference didn't seem to deter him at all as my vision was soon filled by his amazing backside and massive tail. I shuddered with anticipation, watching as my cock slowly disappeared under him before I felt the squish of warmth and a stunning tightness.
I let out a gasp and grunt, the light squish of my maleness slipping into him forcing Vin to close his eyes and moan as he shivered with pleasure and continued his slow descent to enjoy every inch I had to offer. He was a moist oven inside, his powerful muscles already squeezing me like a vice as I gripped at his pillowy ass and arched my back with a long moan of my own. I had never felt such an intense sensation, my cock assaulted form all sides as I held onto the massive slut slowly working more of me into him while his own massive testicles literally pinned my legs.
Everything about what was happened felt hot, felt surreal. I didn't want it to stop, he was so hot and tight inside, his slutty looks and moans so primal and erotic as he lulled out his tongue once I felt his swollen asshole kiss my crotch. I was hilted in him, panting and edging with orgasm yet he was too heavy for me to piston myself in. I swear I could hear him giggle, stirring my cock in him as he purred as if ordering me to beg to cum in him, to seed his hot ass like a bitches fertile pussy. I squeezed his ass hard, moaning his name as he shivered with pleasure and smirked, I felt him press down harder, that hot spongy muscle squishing against me to smother more of my crotch as I arched my back and groaned his name once more.
"C-cum. V-Vin, please let me cum in you!" I shouted almost mindlessly. I was beyond caring who or what I was using at this point, he was made for hot dominating sex and it looked like he was a power bottom, not letting me cum in him unless I begged, begged for him to milk out my pleasure and bubbling seed into his hot moist oven of an ass. He stirred me in him and growled, slurping up and nearly off my cock before slamming down again with a grunt. It was all I needed.
I saw stars as I shouted in orgasm, grunting and gritting my teeth as I nearly screamed from the flood of pleasure. I arched my back and gripped him tightly, not wanting to let go as I breathed and clenched feeling my dam burst within the confines of his perfect rump. Every breath was loaded with that sexy musk, his thick fragrance as the cum he splattered earlier now met my senses and only added to the mind-numbing payload of pheromones coaxing me to cum harder and harder. I groaned feeling him clench and purr, each of my loads enhanced as his muscles squeezed and audibly slurped with messy squishes to nearly suck the cum from my nuts.
V-Viiiin~!" I screamed in orgasm, trembling with each body-rocking orgasm as he simply murred and closed his eyes letting his body do the work, keeping me still until he had milked me dry of my seed while I listened to the messy splats and smacks of his own cum against the floor from the sensations of my hot viscous semen coating his insides.
I nearly passed out then and there, barely holding on after my orgasm as he slowly rose from my cock and slammed down again. I merely groaned and blushed, I felt sore and sensitive as I watched him quake that big juicy Ass in front of me, riding my cock as he panted and purred keeping me rock-hard in him as he shifted and grunted using me to scratch every itch until he roared into the night sky. I felt him clench and milk again, hissing as cum literally erupted from his cock like a fountain, globule and strand-after strand of fountaining Drake sperm coated the walls across from us and soaked the floors. Load after load from his overproductive testicles painted the walls and nearby ground below until the pooling seed threatened to smother out our fire as it overwhelmed the few drains this place had in case of rain.
I can't tell how long either of us were cumming, only that it finally stopped and I was resting in a shallow pool of his potent Seed. He finally slid off of me, panting heavily as he hiked his tail and gave me a perfect view of his puffy asshole with strings of my cum glazing his puffy flesh. He leaned back and lapped at his own rear, collecting the taste and seed before pulling me to my feet with his Tail. My eyes widened when he pulled me into a kiss, his massive maw engulfing me as his thick slimey tongue forced its way into my throat, forced me to share breath and taste the leavings of our hot wet sex. I shuddered with shock and pleasure, soon finding myself sucking on that big red tasting muscle as I moaned with him and gently caressed his neck while we swapped saliva and sperm.
Pulling back he finally and gently dropped to the floor to rest. I could see even in the waning light the satisfaction in his expression. I blushed, I knew he could see the same in me as I climbed into his embrace still riding the intoxicating afterglow as we cuddled together knowing things would never be the same.