In a small cave, somewhere in the far reach of a mountain valley, a baby dragon was curled up in his family nest, buried down in a pit that was too tall for him to climb out from.  His parents were not around, off on a hunting soiree as he gurgled and kicked in his sleep, his wings flapping softly but still too weak to fly.
No one noticed the crackling burst of a tear through time, a dimensional rift that opened with cold fire sweeping across the entrance of the cave as a sonic sub-burst swept through the cavern.  The baby suddenly awoke, his sensitive ears ringing with the sound inside his head as he started grizzling with upset.  Trying to rouse himself, the hatchling rolled to the side and crawled on his front to the wall of the nest-pit.
	"Mmmmm...well, look at this little bitch I found."
Standing above him in the midst of night, a velociraptor in blue jeans stood with brown scales and purple marks on his snout.  His eyes of green glinted cruelly like the blue collar on his neck, carrying a backpack as he slid himself down into the nest.  He stared upon the black soft scales, that grey smoky belly and golden eyes beneath two stubs of white horns.
	"You look just as much a little rapesocket as you are in the present.  Well, present, about thirty years from now."
Cracking his knuckles the raptor put down his bag, bringing out a smartphone and a six-pack of beer before pulling down his pants to expose his hanging flaccid cock, with a hefty pair of balls he placed in front of the newborn.  Tapping his phone, he watched the baby gasp with wonder at the strange glowing device, eyes shining from its light as he played a voice recording.
	"You serious?" said the raptor on the clip.
	"Yeah," said another, "I want you to go back in time, and rape my little baby ass good."
	"Damn...you're fucking sick aren't you Fyrre?"
	"You want it too dontcha?"  Fyrre's older voice said.  "Just, don't kill me, otherwise you can't get paid!"
	"Well if you're paying, how can I say no?" the raptor cackled.  "Alright, I'll fucking ruin you."
	"Thank you James...I hope I suffer good."
	"Oh you will...you're gonna regret making this deal."
	"I sure hope so, sweetie."
The recording stopped as James grinned upon the infant, who was starting to grab and sniff at the cock which now hardened in his fingers.
	"You hear all that little bitch?  That was you thirty years from now, begging me to rape the fuck out of you.  And well, I'd do anything to my friends."
A soft babbling grew as he watched his shaft thicken more.  The tiny Fyrre started licking, a small baby tongue dragging over the glans and grimacing from the salty taste as James rubbed his head.
	"Wow, already a cocksucking whore at birth huh?  Guess you really do wanna be raped.  See this?"
James tapped his collar of blue cybernetic steel.
	"Time-skipper I made myself...I'm something of a...scientist and you well...I'm the worst thing that ever happened to you, the first thing your bitch-ass self asked me to do was what we're gonna do right now.  You better hope this is what you wanted."
The child did not understand this, none of his words coming through as the small Fyrre opened his mouth and clumsily sucked on the thick shaft that had grown fully hard before him.  He was somewhat into it, but not enough to keep sucking on it as his gummy jaws nummed tightly with a hard smooch before he stopped.
The raptor however had other plans, grabbing the back of the infant's head and pushing it down on his meat, his other hand still holding the phone that recorded it all.  With a good view from above of Fyrre's struggling face, James smiled with a panting grin at the baby's efforts to try and push him away with tiny hands.
The child's eyes looked up in discomfort, fidgeting with groans that soon became whimpers of distress as the raptor pushed deeper.  Gentle thrusts of his 7-inch shaft started to fill the newborn's cheeks, his grunts turning to screams of panic as he felt his airway become blocked.
	"Haaaah...fuck yes you little baby bitch," the raptor kept filming and thrusting, "You fucking narcissistic shit, paying me to film you suck me off like a whore."
A tightening suck squeezed his length in the hatchling's throat, the young Fyrre bawling with a muffled trembling down James' cock whilst tears filled his eyes.  The raptor was already excited enough that he started spurting pre even faster than usual, filling the hatchling with a salty drip that made him cough harder.
Sometimes James would shove half his cock in, watching the little brat puff out his cheeks and scream with a thickening blue face.  Fyrre kept trying to breathe past, but the raptor tested his limits with a deeper thrust until he was almost hilted to the base.
From the camera of his phone, James watched the baby Fyrre weep even harder with gurgling screams, his soft pudgy snout pushed up hard against James' sac, smelling his thick balls with a suffocating cough until the raptor pulled back to let the infant breathe.  A few more times he hilted, training the boy to fight against his gag reflex as he whimpered with gurgling fits.
The time-traveller didn't last long, shivering with excitement as he pulled back once more and sputtered a thick wad of jizz down the baby's throat.  Hot salty cream filled his belly, the child snarling in disgust at the taste as half of it went down his throat, whilst the other half was shot on his face to paint him on camera.
	"H-h-hhhhh...f-fuck, fucking babywhore.  You only been sucking my dick for five minutes and you already know where you belong."
The hatchling coughed with a little retch, drooling cum from his maw that dripped down his chest to complete the picture of a well-fucked Fyrre, with white strips covering his head from the spurting meat.  Saving the first video, the raptor put his phone to one side and cracked open his first beer, sitting back as he watched the infant grizzle with fear and dislike at him.
	"Oh you didn't like that?" chuckled James.  "You're gonna fucking hate the next part then."
He drank down a quarter of the can and pulled the child close to belch in his face, causing the dragon to shriek and try to slap him away with tiny paws.
	"Awww don't be like that, here, let's have a toast to your future."
Offering his drink, he grabbed Fyrre's jaws and pulled them open before forcing him to swallow.  Cold beer drenched his throat, the child coughing hard and puking up some of the bitter lager with a squealing moan.  The alcohol sat in his tummy, festering with the cum as Fyrre felt sicker than ever, clutching himself in a small rocking motion as he burped.
	"Ooooh, hey, thassa good boy!"  James patted his back.  "Didn't even need to burp you, lookit you all grown up.  Guess I don't have to worry about giving you more."
Putting the phone down nearby, the raptor positioned the camera to record a second vid before pouring the rest of the can down the baby's throat, which caused a strange reaction in his mind that was soon flooded with chemicals from the beer.  His eyes began to droop, an odd smile trickled off the edge of his snout, and another burp came with a shifting mood to laughter.
That disappeared quick when James gripped the boy's head and smooched Fyrre deep with molesting tongue.  The taste of lager turned thicker in Fyrre's throat as he squealed and pushed with whimpering sobs again, drinking the beer off of the raptor's tongue with his bitter drool smearing down his throat.
After suckling the little whelp's palate with a long drag of his tongue, James pulled back with his cock gorged and ready for action.  Pushing Fyrre onto his back, a small burp escaping him, his chufty thighs flopped open weakly with a swishing tail underneath, where a lovely tiny virgin pucker clenched before him.  Making sure both of them were in full view of the camera, he pressed his cock against the tiny purple ring.
	"I've wanted to rape you this bad for years," he whispered, "you fucking worthless bitch, I always hoped someone raped you as a child.  But fuck am I glad I get to be that rapist."
His smile grew with savage teeth as he pushed inside, the child screeching with anguish as his hole was split apart.  Blood started to trickle out after the third thrust, and while the baby dragon was durable, he would suffer plenty by the end of this night.  The raptor moaned from the tight suckling clench of the infant's walls, sobbing screeches filling the air as he grabbed another beer can and gulped down another half.
	"MMMMPH!  Hohhh f-fucking yes you dumb babywhore, god you feel fucking hot!  I'm gonna traumatise your fucking soul you little CUNT!"
With one hand on the child's belly, James raped him harder with slapping thighs, burying to the hilt of his 7 inches in a stabbing thrust that pumped just beneath Fyrre's stomach.  The baby dragon retched briefly from the fear, spitting up cum and beer down his chest that the raptor punished him for by forcing to drink another half-can.
The boy was too weak to resist, suffering beneath his future friend and current rapist who shuddered with vile glee as the tightening walls sucked on his meat.  Weak as he was, Fyrre was beautifully tight as the raptor started preing once more, a small mercy that helped lubricate his passage.  Fyrre was bleeding further, his bawling tears incensing the raptor to keep thrusting.
Another little kindness was the alcohol helping to dull the pain, fogging Fyrre's mind with powerful chemicals too strong for an infant to withstand.  Groggy burps and languished moans replaced his screams, his belly feeling queasy with the raptor's pumping shaft not helping.  Every punch of his cock into his bowels made the infant shiver with another belch, between his feeble sobs.
	"Haaah, a-aaah...that's a good boy, drink up your apple juice and let uncle James have his fun."
He took another beer can and downed a quart, leaning down to belch hard into Fyrre's face and gas him briefly, causing his eyes to water hard much to the raptor's mirth.  He fed the young drake more alcohol, the child soon hitting his limit with a powerful burp that rumbled through his body, his stomach like a poison swamp gurgling hard as he puked a little more.
Not that James cared, still pounding away both high on lust and tipsy with drink as he gave the boy a deeper kiss, tasting some of his own cum from before as he swilled his bitter-drenched tongue across the drake's teeth.  With grinding shaft and spearing thrusts he felt his second climax come, panting faster with beery breaths as he plugged up the baby's insides with his juicy sticky rapist cum.
Thick globs of white draped across Fyrre's walls, the sound of wet slapping balls smearing webs of jizz along the underside of the hatchling's tail.  With dulled senses and struggling to focus, the child felt the pain throb away beneath the alcohol, along with his developing brain becoming further stunted by overconsumption.
	"Mmmmhhhh...fuck that was good," he sighed grinding his last throbs inside, "you alright little bitch?  Awwww did widdle boy dwank too much?"
The baby struggled to speak, a panting moan as his eyes rolled up with another belch.
	"Well, you know what they say.  Hair of the dog!"  He grabbed another can.  "Let's drink to your trauma little bitch."
Feeding another half-can to the child to make sure he was truly soused, James drank the other half and felt his bladder hit the peak of its fullness.  A nasty smile came across his lips as he released himself, the hot stream of lager piss spraying inside the child's walls and bulging his belly to an almost-pregnant girth.  Some of the urine even choked up out his gullet, the boy vomiting watery yellow in a gristling sob until James pulled out.
The rest of his urination came all over the hatchling, marking him as his property with a sigh as the golden stream slathered across his body and stunk him with hard beer-laden piss.  A puddle formed around his little body, shining scales before he stood up and shook off the last drops, then went over to his phone and saved the recording.
	"Welp, your parents'll be back soon, hope they enjoy the gift I left you."
The raptor tapped his temporal collar as he picked up his backpack, along with the beer cans strewn about.
	"I'll be back in a couple years, just so the trauma really sinks in.  G'bye cutie."
He disappeared in a flash.  None would ever understand what became of Fyrre, or how it happened to him so young.  The unknown rapist, the smell of beer and the defilement of the little hatchling.  Even when they had tried to trace the DNA, the fun part was that James did not exist back then to be on any database.
That same fact held true when he returned again, and raped Fyrre once more as a toddler to further ensure his trauma would sink in deeper.  Dragons had exceptional memories, even as newborns, but James wanted to make certain the task Fyrre had given him was done successfully, at an age when most anthros' memories were beginning to form.  Compounding his trauma, he was raped again in his childhood, and fed even more alcohol now that he was a little older.

When he finally returned to the future, Fyrre was no longer at his apartment, which was now owned by somebody else who had no idea who Fyrre was  The temporal collar protected James from any riftwards affectations, so he still remembered the drake but a few memories were now affected.  Affected enough that his memory now told him where Fyrre lived in this timeline.
In a rotting den at the end of an alley, far from the nice comfortable roof he once had over his head, a dishevelled bleary-eyed black drake sat in a cardboard box, soggy with urine and the stench of beer that hung in the air.  He had no clothes, his scales were peeling off, and one of his horns had been snapped off.
	"Theeere you are little cocksucker."
	"AH, H-HEY!" the dragon scrabbled from his hovel.  "H-hey, hey James, h-how are you?!"
	"I'm gooood, I got that thing you asked for."
	"Sh-shit, really?!  Lemme see!"
Sitting down with the homeless drake, the raptor showed off the various video clips he had captured of little Fyrre's trauma.  The first videos of him as a hatchling were unreal, like he was watching a play with different actors.  The screams and the taunting voice of his friend bending over his violated form made the dragon excited, shivering with a sickening excitement of such taboo, such defilement of his past that his stomach became hot and fluttery.
Then came the next vid of him as a toddler, a much more aware and traumatised child who sobbed and shrieked, but at the same time gladly drank up whatever beer he was given.  He watched his own corruption, the desecration of his life playing out in full video, under the power of his friend as sloppy kisses and wet cocks pumped into his young body.
	"This is what you wanted," James snickered, "how is it?"
	"It...hohhhh, i-it's beautiful," Fyrre whimpered, "fuck you...y-you really ruined me."
	"I did more than that.  When'd you become an alcoholic?"
	"S-since high school...I couldn't stop drinking, I started stealing, I got expelled a-and...I don't remember why, I just can't...I can't s-stop drinking."
	"Glad to hear," James smile grew, "guess our little drink sessions helped huh?"
	"So it was you," the drake shuddered, "I-i only wanted you to rape me, but-"
	"Hey, I said I was gonna fucking ruin you, I didn't lie."
	"You...you sick bastard."  Fyrre stuttered a belch from his lungs.  "I-i...I-i-i love it.  I love it so much, I-i feel sick every day."
	"I know."  James offered a beer from his backpack.  "Here, a li'l somethi-"
The dragon snatched it from his hand, cracking it open to gulp down the entire can before he could even taste the beer properly.  He was long past savouring it now, running on it as fuel, an automatic process he found no joy in any longer, like breathing to keep alive.  The raptor smiled at such wilful destruction, Fyrre panting with a sudden cough when he swallowed too quick, puked up some of the beer, and started licking it off the grubby pavement.
	"God you're disgusting," James chuckled, "you fucking worthless bitch."
	"Y-y-yes, haaah...c-can I...do you have more?"
	"Oh I already ruined you enough, now where's my money?"
	"M-money?  But...but I need it for food-"
	"We made a deal Fyrre."  The raptor gripped his remaining horn.  "I gave you what you wanted, don't be an ass.  I done everything for you, and TO you."
	"...okay."
He was broken by this point.  The life he suffered at the hands of James was now reaching its end and both of them knew it.  Shuddering breaths and groggy eyes, his tongue riddled with pimples like his snout now pickled with beer.  It wasn't enough, that one can was never enough as his chest visibly palpated from his beating rabbit heart.
Crawling back into his hovel, Fyrre dragged out a small wallet containing the last of his money.  James snatched the whole wallet off of him, smirking at the paltry change as he pocketed it.
	"Damn, I didn't know you were that fucking poor."
	"S-sorry," Fyrre gasped, "it's all I have."
	"Well we did promise.  Anyways, probably not gonna see you again so...good luck."
	"Good...good luck, what do you mean?"
	"Just...good luck."
The raptor cackled as he walked off, leaving his phone for Fyrre to savour the destruction of his childhood to watch over and over, at least until the battery ran out.  Penniless, drunk and ruined of all existence with no one wanting to acknowledge him out of shame, he would starve for the long goodnight over the course of an agonising month, reliving the trauma of his violated past in both memory and video.
James would watch from afar, never helping him but always pleasuring himself at the sight of his agonising suffering.  The dragon would soon die, starved with his ribs showing and his throat hollowed by years of alcohol.  Eventually someone found him, there was a small civil funeral, and he would soon be in a grave unmarked and unwanted.  His only visitor at a lonely stone, was the raptor who destroyed him.
	"Guess that wasn't enough," he said standing on the hill, "I hope you suffered fucking good Fyrre.  You have no idea how much I loved raping you as a little bitch, you fucking screamed and begged and I'm so glad you let me destroy you."
He unzipped his pants and took a long drink of a can of beer.  His bladder understood and unleashed a long hot stream of piss across Fyrre's grave, splashing gold across the unnamed stone with a happy sigh.  He toasted his drink to the fallen drake, died a pauper with no one noticing his passing, buried beneath a sodden patch of filling urine that dripped down the earth and trickled onto his corpse.
Adding to this was the other half of James' beer can, the cheap putrid lager drenched across his grave in a last little insult to his remains.  The raptor started jerking off, savouring the time he had raping his friend's youth, those harrowed screams and the deprivation of such innocence, all by his own desire.  Pumping his cock as he grinded it on the headstone, James gripped it in his other hand and started fucking against the cold grave.
	"MMMPH, a-aaaah, fuck, fuck you you little bitch, FUCK, ohhh Fyrre you were such a whore begging me to rape your baby ass, you fucking drunk-ass bitch!"
Spitting on the top of the headstone, James sputtered more pre across the beer-and-piss smothered grave, panting faster as he bucked his hips with a slapping force that made his cock hurt briefly from punching against the stone, as if trying to fuck a hole through it.  The destruction of Fyrre's life by his own hand was more than enough to make him cum, as he cried out in bliss.
	"A-AAAAAGH!  FYRRE, FUCK YES I'M GLAD YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!"
His cum sprayed across the tombstone in streams of white, a beautiful desecration of his friend in memoriam.  With a happy sigh, he watched his semen drench down the epitaph and seep into the dirt evermore, the last wads of his seed pointed straight at the dirt before stepping back.
	"Thanks for the money bitch.  Saved me a lunch at the fast food, was worth fucking your life up for a burger."
A nasty chuckle filled the air as he took his leave.  No one to this day knew who was buried there, or why his grave was being desecrated by such means.  But no one dared ask, he was after all a homeless, worthless, alcoholic drake who would not be missed.