Sunset had come to the village outskirts, dusk-tinted fingers creeping along the sky that lengthened shadows through the woods as darkness fell.  A patriarch of the owls started its hooting call signalling fear to the rodents that scurried through the murk, the trees stretching over the land with fierce oaken teeth.  A gentle sound of clumping hooves became louder towards the village, a pale white horse cutting through the dark with a raptor upon him dressed in scalebound leathers with an unnaturally-bloated gut.
	"Nnnnngh woah, woah."
Pulling on the reins of his steed, he slipped himself off with a groan of his pregnant-sized belly and shuddered from the twisting creature inside.  He petted the horse's neck who sniffed at his belly.
	"Yeaaah I know, you had your fun boy.  Now it's my turn."
Taking the horse to his stable at the back of his cottage, the raptor locked his stall with a bag of oats and some water before returning to his home with heaving steps.  Soft whimpering sounds trembled from inside his grotesquely-shaped stomach, clutching himself hard to push himself through to the inside where a fire kept roaring within its kiln.
The house roasted from the heat that licked its stone walls, tools of a blacksmith covering different parts of the central room with a doorway at the back towards his living quarters.  He locked the door and checked the windows before he sighed and squatted in the centre of the room.  His muscles responded as his sphincter opened up, groaning as he pushed the thick weighted mass from his belly which cried out in muffled fright.
	"HNN-NNNNNGH...NNNNRRRRGH....c-come...ON, don't make me dig you out you little fuckstain."
Forcing his walls harder to push the obstruction out, the raptor shuddered with quivering legs as his pucker gaped open in expectation.  Hot drooling seed started to drip in thick effluvial white, slime pouring slowly down to the floor as he groaned with a twitching murmur in his crotch.  His tail spasmed fierce in the light of the flame as something squeaked, mewling from his rear as a small black snout poked through with cheeping little shrieks.
	"H-haaaah, AAAAAH, F-f-ffuuuuuuck!"
His cock started to throb from the writhing body that struggled to push itself free from him with dull claws and kicking little feet, too weak to fight against his muscles as they finally forced him through with his little wings catching against his sphincter ring which burbled and squeaked little bubbles of cum from the pressure.
The hatchling crumpled to the floor covered in white jizz with a drooling splat, the blacksmith shuddering in relief as his belly distended back to its slimmer form.  The creature looked like it had just been born from its egg, the shale-tinted scales with weak little wings flapping in struggle, soft golden eyes and a little purple tongue trying to flick out the cum away from its snout.
	"Enjoyed my horse's milk little baby?" the raptor smirked still drooling jizz between his legs.  "Markus is a purebred too, closest your kind'll ever get to tasting that."
Pulling a rope from his belt he swiftly tied up the infant's wings and legs tight against its body to prevent it from escaping, hogtied with little shrieks as it tried to bite in defence, but was only rewarded by a hard punch to its little snout and a second for good measure.
	"Bite me again and I'll make it worse.  You vermin'll learn soon enough."
With fire roaring away the raptor went towards a long rectangular stone plinth where the shape of a sword could be seen.  He checked over the fire to see a bubbling mix to his satisfaction as he took one hand to his bulge with licking lips.
	"If you weren't so young you'd understand," said the blacksmith turning to the hatchling, "but then you might recognise your family in these."
He tapped at his clothes marked with scale before he undressed himself and hung up his leathers, slipping down his slacks to reveal a firm 7-inch cock that he started stroking eagerly for his new project.  The black drakeling whimpered and fidgeted, trying to kick himself free as his wings struggled to push against their bindings.
The blacksmith took up a thick apron from the wall, made also of dragon scales with a much firmer hardened texture as he looked over his different mold shapes whilst looking back towards the hatchling as he pulled out a ruler and measured the child.
	"Keep still."
The infant did not, shrieking with little growls before he punched its head again to make it yelp before he snarled vicious with a barking shout to frighten it into submission.  Once he had his measurement he went back to check through his pre-prepared mold shapes and settled upon the bastard sword length that he moved over to the plinth and locked down.
	"I could go the short length...buuuut mmmm that's not as fun, heh.  Alright little halfbreed."
He grabbed the beast by its legs and hoisted it over towards the sword-shaped groove.
	"Time for you to meet your maker."
The child struggled with snarling rasps as its wings flitted straining against the seams of the ropes, tugging sounds amidst a whimpering mewl from its throat as the raptor placed him on his back into the groove of the sword-shape.  The wings made it difficult as they refused to bend or fold even when bound as the infant tried to keep its limbs as stiff as possible.
	"Come, ON you little-...hhhhh alright let's get this out of the way right now."
He put the hatchling on its side and pulled the wings fully taut as he took his hammer from the side and raised it above much to the shrieking drake's protest.
	"You won't need these anymore, and they'll just make the sword imperfect."
KRNNNKH!
The dragon screeched with anguished howl as the hammer crushed upon the vestigial joint of its wings, snapping the bone with a hard crack to soften its membrane as the hatchling screamed and kicked uselessly in its restraints.  Biting at the cold stone of the plinth it sobbed and shivered through its body as the raptor chuckled with another cracking blow of the mallet to shatter through the joints of its back.
	"God..." he felt a spurt of pre down the inside of his apron, "you really shouldn't scream, just gets me hard as fuck...but then that'll make the next part easier, for...me at least."
Chuckling darkly the raptor put down his hammer as the screaming babe tried to kick itself away from him amidst wretched sobs, but his hand was firm against its body to keep it still now that its wings were crippled as he switched from hammer to tongs.  Clamping around the damaged membrane he twisted and wrenched the first one out as the infant shrieked even harder, rattling its throat with tears pouring down its cheeks in suffrage.
	"Hhhhnnnnngh FUCK!"  The raptor took a moment to feel his shaft grinding on the apron.  "You wanna make me cum that bad dontcha?  God, so glad I found you, little hatchlings are so much more fun to use."
He gripped the second wing joint and twisted even faster, almost pulling the back off the infant with a crackling snap to leave two bloody stumps of white bone shards that stuck out its dark slender back.  The child-drake rocked itself in shuddering agony as the blacksmith watched the little stubs try to move the wings no longer there.
	"Awhawwww stupid little thing.  God, every time I do that to your kind that's the first thing you try to do.  It's a miracle you're all not dead by this point.  Don't worry though."
The raptor leaned down to its face with wide teeth.
	"I'll make sure that day comes, with your help little drake."
The wings he discarded into a bag in the corner of the room, dropping the leathery limbs into the sack full of countless other wings of every colour before returning to his new prey.  Cracking his knuckles he put back the tongs and swung out his apron to the side showing his thick erect cock, gripping the hatchling's tail and yanking it up to reveal the small tight little rump that winked rapidly in fright.
	"God that's a good hole.  You know others prefer your mummy and daddy, something big to hold onto and really pump but not me.  I hate the big bastards, too much material, so much waste.  Not like you."
He pulled the drake closer to his cock despite its fidgeting protest.
	"Just the right size, nice and tight...so I can use every single part of your worthless vermin hide."
The raptor gripped its back legs and pushed his shaft inside the velvety hole, barely resisting from how weak the newborn was as it screeched a rising peal when he stretched its ring and easily tore through it like wet paper.  Wracked with sobs and rising anguish, the hatchling twitched its little legs within the binding ropes as the blacksmith shunted his fattened spear within the moist hot tunnel.
	"H-hhhhhh, NNNNGH!  Ohhhh that's so good...bleed all you want, I never waste a drop in my work."
With a shuddering laugh as he felt the muscles twitch round his shaft, the child's anal walls started to tear with thick red spilling down his cock, lubricating him easier as his brown-scaled length turned a glossy sheen of crimson.  The hatchling shuddered with rasping heaves as he tried to push his rapist out, muscles so weak that he could barely fight the overwhelming force of the blackmisth's taut arms keeping him firmly in place within the sword mold.
Losing himself to his lust the raptor pummelled his hips against the bleeding hole, gummying up thick precum to web the red against his thighs as he thrust faster once the infant started to weaken.  Dragons were durable, even at this age he knew he would have plenty of time before its end as he panted harder once he hilted fully.  The hips of the tender child creaked and stretched to their limits in struggling to accept the raptor's length inside as he punched his way into the infant's stomach.
	"H-haaaah, aaaah...nnnnngh fuck, god you little shits feel so good...gonna miss having you around...almost."
He hunched over with a lurid grin and eyes of burning jade.
	"Maybe I'll find a little brother or sister of yours to make into a fleshlight...dunno how to make one but I think I can learn."
The raptor smacked the little bawling face as it shrieked with writhing neck, feeling its stomach perforate from the invading cock that ripped through the bowels and darkened the blood to a thicker spool that dripped down the mold and spittled between the raptor's legs with each whap of his body against the broken sphincter.  The blacksmith shivered from the dragon's heat, its body burning with agony from the muscular spasms as it shrieked with tensing claws that almost threatened to snap.
Every thrust he made caused the creature's belly to thicken, bulging the shape of his cock through the infant's stomach as red started to drip from his mouth in coughing spurts between his feeble cries.  His cock became lathered turning thicker with ichor until it was almost black, the drakelet's belly soon distending with a discolouring bruise that mottled its silver underscales with purple marks.  Its eyes rolled back in stuttering groans as pain became its existence, tears drying up as gurgling dry heaves came from its throat in reflex to the rape of its stomach.
	"N-NNNNGH, thassit, g-get nice an' fucking tight, good little babyf-f-F-FFFFUCK, FUCK, NNNNNNGH!"
The multiple dry heaves that tightened its body and clenched its diaphragm tight sent him over the edge, the raptor pouring his thick jizz inside as he drove to the hilt and plugged up every inch of the drake's insides, filling every crevice and drowning every organ that he could in his seed.  Some of it shot through the stomach by the weakening pressure and came shooting out the hatchling's throat, salty bitters mixed with a faint acidic taste that made the infant almost retch in reflex.
The cum that spurted from its mouth dripped down its neck and cheeks, filling out the mold a little more as the blacksmith sighed with relief at his cock being well-emptied as he pulled himself out, dark blackberry-red covering the length of his twitching shaft that drooled a hefty slink of white down to his feet.  Taking a moment to recover, he grabbed the infant's neck and pulled it up far as he could to almost strangle it, tying a much darker thicker rope to keep its head aloft like a miniature noose that he attached to a tool hook against the wall.
	"You know what's good about my workshop for those like you?"
He slipped his apron back over his front and walked to the furnace.
	"My weapons are special.  Thanks to this thing I have...it's called a soulbinder."
He grabbed a small black cauldron from the flames with his tongs, showing various runes inscribed across its make.
	"If you thought you were going to see your family again after I'm done with you, hhhehwell, I got bad news for you.  None of your kind ever will."
He tipped the cauldron over the drakeling's bed, pouring molten steel slowly into the sword mold as thick burning magma of amber plumes coated the creature's body.  It was far too hot even for a dragon, the roasting liquid heat consumed it as it screeched with piercing howl, almost deafening the raptor from the weight of burning heat that smelted upon its belly and slowly crushed its body.
The hatchling's scream would never end, even amongst the crackling burn of liquid steel its voice could be heard ringing off the walls in a screeching gasp as the burning crackle of its skin seethed and melted with pops of its scales.  Silver became black, black became nebulous as the skin compressed against the muscles which snapped and melted from the weight of the steel.
The child only stopped screaming when its lungs burst from the pressure and heat, rendering its cries to a silent wheeze with steam burning the inside of its throat.  The blacksmith started on the feet, then worked slowly up to the head that remained aloft above the mold where the smith watched its face, twisting in agony from the crushing weight of liquid steel that flattened its entire body, becoming an oven to its own organs that sizzled and popped and burned slowly.
	"Theeere we go," said the raptor tipping the molten ooze, "you're going to look beautiful by the end of this you know that?  See you're probably thinking what use I have for you if my process just burns your scales but see they don't MELT.  They just compress, they change...the thing about your kind."
He pulled up the cauldron once it was emptied and put it back.
	"Those scales of yours, very resistant to actual heat and pressure.  Your organs not so much, it's...well, too much for your little feeble head so I won't bore you, but trust me, you're gonna make a good...dragon-killing blade.  You know you should be glad, not many of your kind get a good purpose and what better purpose is there than erasing you?  Every, last, one of you."
His hammer came off the wall and he braced himself before the infant entombed in burning steel, gasping shudders from its dead lungs as molten gold crackled and crushed its internals with a few of the scales popping out from the lava.  The raptor crunched his hammer hard upon the steel as it started to thicken in place, the deep tremblings of the hammer's weight sending ripples of pain through the infant's submerged body.
Stuttering rasps ululated from the hatchling as it sobbed desert tears upon its ashen face, sizzling remnants of its body wisping from the melted steel that filled the shape of the mold perfectly.  Cracking burns and crunching bumps of the mallet came ringing through the forge, shivering hissing screams almost fading from the hatchling's voice with every crushing pound he made over the sword shape.
With every spasm and shriek the infant made, the raptor felt his cock throb once again from its anguihed expression and muted whimpers from what little air was left trapped in its body, the tent in his apron showing his greater arousal as he felt ideas ticking over in his head.  He kept his loins firm as he kept beating and crunching, twisting the bones and flattening them into the shape of the sword over the course of hours.  The steel cooled quicker than expected from the cauldron's ethereal magic as it seeped into the dragon's bones and fused something against its body.
To the dragonling it felt like chains of ice, wrapping around its body invisible and binding the flesh together with bone and something between that it couldn't quite discern amidst its wrretched pains.  Something deeper was being trapped, something it never felt until this moment as it screeched with a different sound from its throat, something that could never be made by a physical throat.  The raptor watched the infant's face turn different as its eyes started to burn with a fearful light, a pale mist that tried to escape its body in vain from something that pulled it back, tethered like a leash within the molten shape.  Its head remained upheld by the fireproof rope, a special type different from the ones that bound its legs which had now melted away with the muscle and sinew.
Hours would pass as the hatchling was left within its tomb, forced to stay alive for as long as the blacksmith demanded it through precise but brutal crunching slams of his hammer to shape out his new blade.  Sometimes the raptor would stop to eat, to rest and to drink as well as to check on his horse and keep him fed whilst the child was trapped in its cage of cooling steel, writhing its neck and screaming from the depths of its soul that howled with grief.  The hatchling could never sleep, its body was dying but its soul remained against its will in ghastly shrieks that echoed throughout the cottage.
The fire never stopped burning, not from the furnace nor from the mold of the sword shape as the hatchling became numb, only for the raptor to return and crush his hammer deep to crack through the body and reinvigorate the pain as bit by bit he shaped the sword that the infant would become.  Soon it knew nothing but the blade its body had become twisted into, its legs crushed against the flat edge and its body flattened to the length, its claws becoming the tip and its heart become smeared into the fuller where the blood of dragons would run forever through.
	"Good morning."  The blacksmith smiled upon the silent face.  "I hope you slept well being my new blade.  So, you're probably wondering why I didn't just smash your feeble little head into the blade hmm?"
The hatchling's brain was almost dead from the lack of everything it had left in its body, blood and breath become still where only the spirit had remained.
	"That's because I got a special place for your head."  He lifted up a small hatchet in one hand.  "Buuut not yet...gotta do something to just seal this right."
The raptor flipped open his apron and started stroking his dick, pulsing erect before he even touched it for how eager he was to see his finished work so close to fruition as he shuddered at the stilling infant's face.  Its eyes were lost in the transition between life and death, forced to remain with weakened shudders and the softest twitch of its snout.  Pumping his cock harder the smith bit his lip with rising lust, spurting pre against the blade-shape as the cooling heat wafted upwards against his dick to make him gasp at the heat.
	"H-hhhhh...nnnngh, f-fuck, fuck yes, god I can't wait to use you fresh you little fuckstain...h-hhhh your filthy kind won't live to see the end of this year, f-fucking promise."
Thoughts roamed his mind for the eventual destruction of the dragon race, a field with rivers of blood and bones that towered like crumbling ruins as he shook faster to spread his pre across the blade-shaped body.  He arched the balls of his feet and bucked his knees slightly, closing his eyes in reliving the torturous creation of his new blade and imagining a new beast to forge with.
He almost toppled over from excitement as he shot his cum all over the drakeling's corpse, smothering in seed as the molded sword-shape sizzled with his jizz in ropes of whites.  The raptor tried to aim and make some particular shapes as best he could, spindling trails and permeations across the future blade with the last few shots hitting straight in the eyes of the hatchling unblinking.
	"F-FFFUCK!  FUCK, H-HOHHH FUCKING MMMMPH you little...bitch.  Hhhhh...good.  Hohhhh fuck that's so good.  Alright...now, let's finish this."
The raptor took up his hatchet without cleaning his hands and put the edge against the infant's neck.  The rope kept it steady as he softly sliced the tip of the axe across the throat to watch its wound peel open and not a drop of blood escape.  He pulled back and chopped once, the head swinging softly like a black worm suspended from a fishing hook.  Putting aside the axe he opened a drawer at his workbench where hilts had been fashioned in different grips and colours.
He smiled at one particular grip of onyx silver as he compared it to the infant, putting the hatchling's head into a small sink as he filled it with an acidic solution.  The briny mixture fizzled from the touch of muscular sinew, burning the flesh and visceral tissue with a hot bubbling that ate the hatchling's eyes and melted its brain to a viscous grey that dripped out its ears and fizzled away to nothingness.  All that remained was its soul, trapped inside of the blade that it would become, its memories destroyed and its hope erased.
On the second morning of his work, the raptor stepped out of his cottage in scaled leather armours and stretched his limbs, heading round to the stable to see his horse snickering pleased as if sensing his master's achievement.
	"Morning my handsome boy," he smooched at his snout, "sleep well did ya?"
The horse flapped his gums as his stable door opened and he trotted out.
	"Wanna see what I made from our little friend?"
From his belt he pulled out a new blade, a gorgeous silver gleam where scales had encrusted its length to give an especially sharp edge.  The body of a crushed drake could be seen like a woven tapestry, its legs become the tip to a single clawed point and its torso stretching up along the length of the blade to its heart above the blood-stained funnel.  But the most beautiful part was the hilt.  A dragon hatchling's head topped it like a pommel, its neck covering the hilt like a sleeve which gave a smooth firm grip in the raptor's hand.
	"Beautiful isn't it?" said the blacksmith-slayer.  "I call it Fyrre, wanted to engrave on it properly but I had too much going with the body crushed so if I put down its name that would be too busy.  And if you put your ear against it, you can almost hear little Fyrre still weeping."
He brought the flat edge to the horse's ear which flicked sensing a very quiet sobbing from the eyeless infant's head.  The steed in response snickered with a puffing lick to the hilt.
	"Hmhahaha yep, he's here forever and for anything I want to do with him, he's mine forever."  He hilted his blade and leapt onto his horse with a firm pat.  "You know maybe I should make the next dragon into a dummy mare for ya, that way you can imagine fucking a scaly bitch all you want."
The beast's ears twitched with a stomping of hooves in excitement as his sheath started to fill.
	"Yeaaah you like that dontcha, make a nice stuffed dragon mare for you to fuck anytime you want, trap HER soul inside it so she has to take your cock forever?!"
The horse reared his head with a bristling neigh as the raptor chuckled.
	"Well alright, let's go get ourselves the next one!  Maybe we'll find this little guy's mom, or the rest of its family and make a nice whole set of little black drakes."
He thumbed the little drake's head against his belt as he rode off into the forest seeking his next target.  Whatever would come next, for the many days that would come as the raptor hunted down the great beasts of the land, Fyrre would be helpless to watch as nothing but a remnant of sorrow and eternal pain within a ruthless blade.  Every act of cruelty the blade would enact, would cause even greater sufferance to the wretched soul in its personal prison, never to find peace for its crime of existing.