[A on A] [Battle, rape] Wyvern

B A T T L E  E V E N T

With movement resembling that of an orbiting satellite, a wyvern dives down towards you, hoping for god knows whatever animalistic needs its instincts constantly hunt for.

@(Its dangling ball sack is proof enough that this is a male wyvern.)

#(Its gender is clearly exposed due to its possession of multiple mammaries and an obvious crotch slit.)

$(This odd duck seems to be a hermaphrodite, as it proudly displays its male and female genitalia.)

%(It doesn't show a sign that it has a penis, yet 'he' doesn't seem to have mammaries either.)

// Options go here.

 

<strk> You clobbered the his semi-draconic being into next week!

<slsh> Writhing in pain, the semi-draconic beast definitely felt your blade!

<pier> Ooohhh...you managed to strike through the semi-draconic monster's wings. That's gotta sting!

 

Zooming down from the sky, the wyvern whips at you using its tail!

Unable to dodge its lashing legs quickly enough, you feel a sharp pain as its talons graze against your skin!

Flapping its wings rapidly, the wyvern unleashes a windy decoy, before slamming unto you with its heavy tail!

 

As it gathers momentum before it strikes, you managed to predict its tail whip and dodge outta the way!

Simply by ducking in time, you escaped from getting clawed by the wyvern's pointy feet.

Even amidst the gust created by its wingbeat, you foresaw its movement and stepped right out of the scope of its incoming attack.

 

Using evasive aerial maneuvers, it navigated itself away from your attack. Goddamn, you almost had it!

 

The final blow has been struck! No longer able to keep itself in the air, the wyvern came crashing down with a loud and almost funny thud.

 

 

R A P E  E V E N T (playerlust is > 50)

 

Finally getting a chance to lower your neck after battling this airborne son of a bitch, you stretch yourself a little only to find that your "other" needs haven't been attended to in quite a while. The wyvern is still on the ground, whimpering in agony probably cause you broke a bone in its wing or something. It's tush is looking pretty fresh from where you're standing. It probably can't get away, should you take the chance. Well, would you take the chance to rape the wyvern?

 

(If N,)

Ugh...you have no idea where its butt has been, so you decided to ditch that poor soul and leave the scene.

 

(If Y,)

As you walk closer to the magnanimous beast, it starts to growl. Gotta be careful, because it probably has adrenaline fueling through its veins at the moment. Although your movement towards the creature isn't slowed down, you try to practice some extra precaution and increase your awareness.

 

*RAAARRRGHH!*

Hah! Saw that! Dropping to the ground, you oversaw his overhead bite, and countered with a mean spring kick from below right into its jaw. That'll teach 'em to try that kind of shit against you.

 

Barely able to crawl away from you, it seems the poor thing has finally lost its last bit of energy to procure another 'fight or flight' action. With what strength it has left, it's trying, very sadly you might add, to limp away from you. With broken wings, a broken jaw, and disintegrated pride.

 

Nope. You ain't goin' nowhere, son. Pinning the <5 metre> tall beast wouldn't have been an easy task, but since it's pretty much left with zero willpower, you seized the advantage. Slowly walking towards it, you grabbed its solitary tail and lifted it, allowing you a glorious view of its asshole. Unsurprisingly, it's coated with some unsavory grime that's probably what you expect it to be. No matter. I mean, it's a beast, isn't it? Who the hell would expect a clean, toilet-papered butthole from a savage creature?

 

As you tighten your grip around the wyvern's tail, it starts to release a weak, almost pitiful screech. You can tell that it was wanting, begging, asking deeply for ANYTHING but this.

 

Your will is undeterred. The answer is a resounding 'nope'. Almost immediately, you stuff in your finger to stretch that tight bastard. Hearing its whimpers just drives your lust even more. Pulling your finger out with a *schlorp*, you decide that the timing is just right.

 

(against @ and $,)

You stroke its dick a little to tease it, making it feel as if everything isn't going to be so bad...

 

(against # and %,)

You gentle caress its slit to give it an illusion of comfort and a pleasurable experience...

 

(all options of either @#$% go back to this next line,)

Giving it all you got into one single thrust, you slug your whole arm into the beasts' tight asshole.

 

Oh shit, it's starting to vibrate like a motherfucker! Making sure you don't end up with a claw mark, you stamp its feet down, making sure that it has nowhere to go, and no one to hurt.

 

*crack*

*RAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!....*

 

Oh great. You accidentally broke the bone in its feet as well. Ah, fuck it. You're literally arm deep into this thing anyway. Taking your arm out quickly, you hear the beast roar in grief, since you probably tore something inside of that thing thanks to the extreme friction.

 

Ugh...now your arm is all gooey. You used the wyvern's scales as a wiper, since the scales provide some pretty good traction for all the goop that's covering your arm. Now that you're a teeny bit cleaner, and the beast is a sorta stretched up, you went ahead and inserted its own tail into its draconian anus. The tail is not only fatter than the width of an average two-legged being, but it's also covered in some nasty barbs, as evidenced by the ear-piercing screech that can be heard from the brutally pained wyvern.

 

Just as you went as deep as you could, the wyvern's tail suddenly moves around in a fit of rampage. Guess it finally mustered up enough strength to do something. You instantly got out of the way, since you would love to keep your body parts cut-free and scarless. After a minute, the wyvern unsheathes its own tail out of its asshole SUPER FAST, causing blood trails to spray out EVERYWHERE, thanks to its wild tail flailing.

 

The floor is now coated with bloody vestiges from the wyvern's intestines, due to its rapid tail dance.

 

Now the place is starting to smell like... the frothy juices of undigested food. Weird how that's the first thing you notice, seeing that the wyvern is thrashing about and causing an uproar. All that pain was too much for it, and it's finally starting to break down.

 

Whether it lives or not after this,  it'll never be the same again, that's for sure.

 

Looking at the tortured critter, you are finally reaching your climax. With full force, you came and moaned out loud while playing with your pent up genitalia. The experience was made all the more pleasurable thanks to the fact that the animal was still within earshot of you, and you can hear its rough and distorted voice, seeking for assistance.

 

Fixing that troglodyte up needs beyond help. Not that it matters to you anyway, since you have other more important, better things to attend to.