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 Author: Tobias Foxx
Title: Breaktime Shorts 3
Part: BTS 03
Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.
Keywords: Furry, MF, rape, death

   32 Min Dragon Rape Hard Vore

   ------------------------------------------------ Stories in this series
are simple timed writing exercises.  As the series title suggests, they are
written during my breaks at work.  As such, most will be very short,
rushed, and lacking all but the most basic character building. 
Essentially, they'll mostly be "money shot" quickies.  I hope you enjoy
them.  ------------------------------------------------

   The dragon was hungry, but that problem was easily solved, especially
since he already had a tasty morsel in hand.  His other needs were not so
easily met.  It had been some time since he had come across a female of his
own kind, and he had an itch that needed scratching.  The hapless rabbit he
had captured would serve that purpose well enough, he supposed.  She lay
pinned to the ground beneath him, a few scant yards from the entrance to
her burrow, seventeen sets of wide, innocent eyes peering out in terror as
she pleaded for her life, begging him to let her live so her children would
not go without a mother.

   Her pleas fell on deaf ears, but still he stepped back off of her has
though letting her go free.  Immediately, she scrambled to her feet and
bolted for her burrow.  She was fast.  He was faster.  He pounced, driving
her to the ground, her face and breasts ground into the dirt by the
forepaws planted against her shoulders.  He snaked his tail around her
waist, pulling her pert rump upward into the proper position as she pleaded
once more.  Her fear was understandable.  He was easily twice her size, his
tree feet of tapering dragonmeat already hard and unsheathed.  She would
die in this mating, but that didn't bother him at all.

   With his slitted eyes fixed upon her cowering offspring, he hunched his
hips forward to seek out her entrance.  His spear-like tip found her slit.
He dragged himself teasingly along her tender folds as her cries turned to
soft sobs and whimpers.  A vicious grin split his maw.  He pulled back
momentarily, lined himself up, pressed his pointed head against her hole,
and heaved himself forward.  His eyes closed with an ecstatic hiss as fully
a third of his length sank into her warm depths.  Her piercing scream was
music to his ears, the spasms of her body around his thick rod urging him
onward.  He shuffled his hind talons forward and thrust a second third into
her, breaking through her cervix to slam against the back of her womb.

   Her wail was continuous as he pulled back and plowed forward.  He could
smell the blood that slicked his shaft as he raped her mercilessly in front
of her own children.  He knew she must be in horrendous agony.  His tapered
rod was only an inch across at its tip, but the base was eight.  As deep as
he was, her entrance would be stretched six inches give or take.  Of
course, he didn't really care if he broke her.  In fact, the thought of
doing just that only spurred him on.  He could feel her body giving way
before his power as he rutted her with feral brutality, flesh tearing to
accommodate his girth and length, organs turning to pulp as he slammed in
and out.

   He could feel his climax swiftly approaching and decided to end it.  His
foreclaws shifted to keep her hips still as he leaned back on his haunches.
Holding her like a doll, he lifted her until only his head remained within
her ravaged hole then drove her downward.  Her scream cut off in a
blood-filled gurgle as he hilted, her pelvis cracking with a resounding
pop, womb torn open and destroyed, stomach plowed through.  He sat with her
impaled for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation as her lungs attempted to
fill with his thick meat lodged firmly between them.  Blood seeped from her
mouth to coat her chest and stomach.  Her body spasmed in seizures of
agony. It was delicious.

   With no further foreplay, he worked her up and down his pole, her body
nothing more than a fucktoy.  Soon enough, he felt the pressure in his
loins building to dangerous levels.  When he came it was an explosion of
boiling hot seed that erupted into her body.  It fountained from her mouth
in thick gushes as he continued to thrust into her, pulping gallon after
gallon of spunk into her, swiftly cooking her from the inside out.  As his
orgasm tapered off, he pulled her free and dropped her carelessly onto he
ground at his fee, the last few jets splashing across her back.

   He was highly impressed when she began to move.  Weakly, a hand
stretched forward to plant clawed fingers against the ground and drag her
once more toward her burrow.  It was to no avail.  His head shot forward,
serrated teeth slicing easily through flesh and bone to tear free a leg. 
He crunched it noisily as she persisted in her slow escape before diving
back down for a second helping.  Her arms were next, and she lay there
afterward, her life draining away, bleeding from both ends.  He savored her
cream-filled torso last, leaving the head for her kin to remember her by.