Is there anything that comes for free? Trouble, that's for sure. And possibly fish – if you play your cards right and don't get overconfident...

What comes for free?
by Physcon Sahor/bugmenot665
It was a calm, sunny day. A small green dragon of species called "Terrible terror" by humans took another dive into the water. He spotted a big fish, focused on his target, grasped with his claws, and ascended... with nothing in his paws.
   – Dammit – he mumbled to himself angrily. – I have to try once again? This is getting really annoying...

He hated tedious tasks. He always believed that if something required hard work, there had to be a better way to achieve it. And just as he pondered about it, he recalled a night fury he saw there recently. The big dragon appearently plundered a fishermen boat and took all the fish they collected. And it was a really huge net, full of it. Such a find would clearly require a lot of time to eat, even for a night fury. He probably wouldn't even notice a few fishes missing. And even if he would, so what? It's not like a single dragon could eat such a large amount of food anyway. The little dragon thought to himself as he flew above the forest where he saw the night fury heading to. Eventually, he spotted him on a small clearing. Now to find the fishes - he must've hid them somewhere, that bastard. 

But the terrible terror couldn't be more wrong. The night fury was really hungry after landing with his loot and had spent the last few minutes quickly devouring all the fishes. Only after there was nothing left, he started to wonder if it was the smartest thing to do. He had never eaten so much at once before, and he felt it. In addition, it seemed that not all of the fishes were really fresh. He just lied down on the grass, tired and somewhat nauseous, hoping to rest until he gets better.

He couldn't get much sleep, though, as his nap was soon disturbed by a frustrated terrible terror looking for food. The small dragon still couldn't believe that the night fury could eat everything and was certain he kept it hidden somewhere. But after spending some time fruitlessly searching around the clearing, he had enough. He approached the sleeping navy blue dragon.
   – Hey, you! Where do you keep all these fishes you got?
Not in the mood to move or do anything, the beast slowly opened one eye. As he saw the little green reptile, he just grumbled at him, not even paing attention to anything the small creature said.
   – Come on, there's no way you could eat all that stuff yourself! Where do you have it? Come on! Tell me! You won't eat it all anyway! Tell me!
The large dragon slowly raised his head. He stared down at the annoying reptile and spoke calmly.
   – Get lost.
Not going to continue this conversation any further, he let his head fall back down on the grass. But the terrible terror wasn't quite done.
   – Come on, don't be a jerk! Where are the fishes?
The night fury opened his eyes again.
   – I ate them – he retorted quickly, hoping that the irritating runt would stop pestering him. But the intruder wasn't convinced.
   – Bullshit – he snapped. – I saw you with lots of fishes, not too long ago. You don't need them all. Give me them! Gimme, gimme, gimme!

Night fury's frustration was rising. He felt sick and tired already, and now this stupid whining lizard was giving him headaches. He felt his nausea growing and, without much thought, he grabbed the terror's head mid-sentence, pulled him towards his jaw and vomited violently into his mouth, pushing him aside afterwards. The small dragon laid on the ground, coughing a bit but otherwise silent, shocked by the fury's sudden action. The fishes would usually taste well even after coming back from someone's stomach, but this meal seemed to be almost completely digested. This was really far from what he hoped for. He already felt that he's not going to accomplish much, but it only made him more aggravated.
   – What was that? You seriously wanna tell me that this is all you have?! This freaking net was almost as huge as you! Not even a big fat bastard could eat that much at once! You must have something left, and I can tell you clearly had enough!

The navy blue dragon just stared at him blankly, finding it hard to believe that the dumb reptile could be so persistent and continue bugging him even after that. He stopped listening to his whines, not that he had anything new to say, and just wondered what to do with this irritating creature. He didn't really want to injure him badly despite all the annoyance, but he really wanted to teach him a lesson. His train of thought was interrupted by a sharp pain in his gut. Ugh. He has to think of something quickly. At the same time, the little dragon noticed the night fury's lack of attention, which just frustrated him even more. He came closer to him and started poking his head.
   – Hey! I'm talking to you! You don't need the leftovers! I want them! Are you listening to me?! Just-

His rant was interrupted once again as the big dragon pounced on him, pinning his chest to the groung with his front paws.
   – What are you doing?! Get off now! – the terror scowled, a bit scared but still mostly angry. – All I'm asking you is-
   –  You had enough enough chances – the night fury growled menacingly, staring down at him. – You should've been smarter than that, and now – he paused abruptly for a while, grimacing – did you say you want leftovers? You're so going to get them.

Before the small reptile could respond, the fury put his hind paw on his face, immobilizing him further as well as making him shut up for a moment. When he raised his foot again, the terrible terror could see that the big beast turned around, with his backside above the little dragon. The terror took a deep breath and resumed his shouts.
   – Hey! Whatever you're doing now, it's just-
Once again he couldn't finish his sentence, as the night fury slammed his large scaly rear on top of his face. Even then, he still tried to scream, his yells muffled by the dragon's heavy posterior pressing him tightly into the ground. Irritated and amused at the same time, the fury came to conclusion that this species appearently never shut up. He felt the pressure building in his abdomen, and while the feeling was somewhat uncomfortable, he was really satisfied to have his revenge on that little bugger.

The terrible terror tried to struggle, feeling strong pressure on his whole body. The huge dragon's rump was soft enough not to crush him, but at the same time too heavy to move any of his limbs. He could barely even move his jaw. But the worst thing was that his snout was positioned just right above the beast's tailhole. It might've not been the worst thing he ever smelled, but the very close contact combined with lack of fresh air made it an awful experience. He still tried to talk and protest, even though he could barely articulate words in this situation.  He could hear the large dragon growling, but he couldn't tell if it came from his mouth or his lower body. And then he heard a loud fart and felt the blast of malodorous gas hitting his face and creeping into his nostrils. The little reptile emitted the loudest shriek of discomfort and, the next moment, went completely silent as it made the gas enter his mouth. He did his best to keep his jaws shut, but he couldn't do the same with his nostrils. The big dragon ripped three more hot farts in rapid succession, trapping the small creature in fetid hell of persistent stench. After a few seconds, another fart came, this one was so powerful that it actually hurt the night fury a little. But the beast just chcuckled, knowing that the suffering of that little bastard is incomparably bigger. Indeed, the terror found himself almost choking on the putrid odor, and it seemed that his tormentor was only getting started. Another short burst of flatulence invaded his olfactory receptors, followed by a short pause and a really long, drawn out fart that lasted about five seconds. The few next farts that followed soon were too quiet to be heard, but he could feel the blasts of hot air and the rank stench intensifying. Another gurgling growl was heard and the beast let out one more barrage of multiple short farts. These farts, however, felt incomparably nastier, clinging to his body, and the terror could tell that some of them would leave a visible mark on his face.

The pressure on his body slowly lessened, and he felt the heavy dragon rising from his body. He didn't have the strength so move yet, but he took several deep breaths of fresh air as soon as he could. He was starting to think a bit more clearly and couldn't believe what the night fury just did. Somewhat absent-mindedly, he opened his mouth to speak again, but this time he couldn't utter a single word before his tormentor held his jaw down with his paw and sat on his face again. He could hear him speaking but, still dazed, he didn't understood a word. He was pretty sure that it didn't mean anything good, though. Especially considering that he was underneath the dragon's smelly tailhole again, and this time he couldn't even close his mouth. The fury grunted and let out a few more wet farts, this time going right into his mouth and clinging to his taste buds. The terror was feeling really distressed and repulsed already, but now he felt really frightened, afraid of what will come next. And he had a good reason to be afraid, as with another grunt he felt several pieces of wet dung rapidly entering his mouth. He struggled not to swallow, but as he wasn't in the position to spit or retch, the alternative wasn't much better. The feces touched his tongue; the viciousness of the taste was unbelievable. And the next moment, another load of crap entered his mouth. He started to choke, and eventually had to give up and gulp down the excrement. He could just lie there helplessly as the cruel beast voided his bowels into his mouth and down his throat. He was getting really exhausted, being constantly tormented by the atrocious taste and smell of half liquid, half solid dung.

The navy blue dragon finished relieving himself and just sat there on his victim, really satisfied. In fact, he was just looking for a good excuse to do someting nasty to one of these annoying terrors. And the best part about what he just did was that the greedy runt pretty much asked for it. Almost literally, too. Now, he couldn't possibly be stupid enough to provoke him once again, or could he? He stopped his pondering as he felt another urgent need. To hell with excuses, he thought. I'm not going to limit myself if I want to teach this little bastard a lesson.

The terrible terror was still nervous, seeing as the big dragon isn't getting off him, but at the same time was at least slightly relieved that his tormentor seemed to stop using him as a toilet. Then the fury started to move. He repeatedly shifted his rump on top of him, wiping his tailhole with the body of the less and less green reptile and rubbing in the stench even further. Eventually, he stood up for what the terror hoped was the final time, backed away a bit more... and collapsed on top of the poor dragon once again. This time, though, the terror didn't end up facing the fury's anus again. Instead, he felt the beast forcing his mouth open once more and inserting his large cock inside. Normally, putting one's genitals into the mouth of an upset dragon would never be a good idea, but the terror was far too dazed and exhausted to even think of any form of retaliation. The small creature was just scared, as being raped was the last thing he could want to happen now. But the fury had something completely different on his mind, and soon his victim felt his mouth being rapidly filled with a stream of warm, salty urine. One more time, he had to swallow quickly to keep with his tormentor's pace and avoid choking, but it was still better than being crapped into. Not that it wasn't a disgusting experience. It took a while before the malicious dragon emptied his bladder completely. The little reptile felt himself driven to the brink, fearing that any more of this is going to make him go insane. Luckily for him, his tormentor finally decided he had enough.

The night fury rolled on his side, freeing the terror from under him. The little dragon clumsily stood up, looked up at the beast beside him and, without saying a word, started to back away quickly. After a while, he turned around and flew away, wanting to get as far from this dangerous freak as possible. He ended up having no fishes that day, but he didn't feel like eating anything anytime soon.

The night fury made himself comfortable on the grass and started to fall asleep slowly. Whether it was due to getting most of the fishes out of his system or just pure satisfaction, he felt much better now.