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Ahastar:
Red-White Demonraptor, 6 feet tall
Timanth:
Bronze eastern dragon, 150 feet tall
Timanth lies on the ground, a low content sound coming from his throat as he slumbers, quite sure of himself and the magical and technological alarms that he has set up. His head rests in his forepaws, and his tail stretches along the floor, lazily making circles, as if it had a mind of its own. Folded neatly along his back are his wings, and they fan slightly as the great bronze dragon sleeps.
Ahastar has heard of this lair from a friend of his, telling him of its rich contents. Marvelous pieces of smithery, ancient artifacts with fine spirits of magic webbed into it. Of course, this awoke the raptor's curiosity, always seeking for artifacts and weapons especially to support his half-demonic interests. And such it is not a big miracle that, after making sure the impressive owner of this lair is deeply caught into his dreams, Ahastar tries and sneaks himself through the cavernous hoard that is his home. As he walks on silent raptor toes, his splitted eyes' gaze wanders over the mighty form of the draconic inhabitant. Ahastar has never seen an eastern dragon ever so far. He watches the creature breath calmly, his look traveling over his long and slender, almost snake-like grace. His skin does not seem to consist of scales, but maybe Ahastar's eyes play tricks on him. The long whiskers easily being the most clear sight of its Asian origins. Shaking his head a bit in wonder of the unusual sight, he steps further, slowly, carefully, aiming for the hoard of the dragon, always keeping one eye on his sleeping frame.
Timanth sleeps on, his endlessly turning thoughts filled with opening demon portals and magical artifacts long destroyed by time. He stirs slightly as the magical wards alert him of a presence inside of his home, but disregards it, lost in the dreams of magic and sorcery. Not trusting magic completely, he relies on his technological alarms linked directly to him to alert him to any intruders that might be foolish enough to enter his lair. His head shifts a little in his arms, and his hind legs move a little, but the huge body settles down after awhile, content that nothing has come in.
Ahastar sneaks around everything that his fine nostrils might consider to be magical. Living in a world of treachery and omnipresent threat and danger himself, he knows the ways of magic pretty well. It is halfway easy to him to surround most of the simpler magic traps his senses bring to his mind, the more tricky spells webbed in stone and treasure keeping him busy for a bit longer, but not canceling his progress. He's almost there, his target's shape reflecting in his greedy eyes as he enters Timanth's hoard: A sword, eerily looking to his eyes being both from a time and world so far out of Ahastar's range that he hardly can imagine its true potential. But to him it looks fearsome, almighty almost. His scaled, sharp clawed fingers reach out in a soundless movement, nullifying what is left of protective magic webbed around it and hissing in success as he feels safe to catch what he desires...yet today, he is out of luck. Sure, Ahastar knows the world of magic pretty well - but technology is completely unfamiliar to him. And so, even though he cancelled out some of the most powerful seal spells webbed around him, even the most simple piece of tech defense manages to grab his presence - and alarming the owner of these lairs.
Timanth startles with a ROAR as the alarm trigger is tripped, the magnetic field spattered by the movement of the sword. He surges up onto all fours, his vision quickly adjusting, eyes whirling in intense anger. Head quickly searching right and left, he quickly locks onto the perpetrator, a small, red and white raptor, approximately seven feet long. Swiveling around quickly, he sends mental orders to the AI of his computer interface, and is instantly rewarded with chains that seem to shoot out of nowhere, grabbing the raptor and spread-eagling him out in the air. The sword falls from his hand, coming to stick in the ground, point first. Having caught his victim, the bronze dragon picks up the sword and, with amazing agility for a four-legged animal, flips it through a complex routines and maneuvers before finally bringing it to a halt…with the point aimed at Ahastar's belly.
Ahastar eyes rise to their full size, his pupils widening at the sudden outburst of movement all around him! His head tilts through the air, his nose trying to take in the scent of the spell he must have missed out, considering this place is just bursting out with alerts! Hissing angrily and frustrated, Ahastar turn around quickly on the heel, trying to make a spurt with the sword tightly grabbed into his strong, long fingers, when suddenly something steel cold is wrapping itself around his ankle. Ahastar yelp out as he almost stumbles, but manages to bounce back into balance. His gaze shifts downwards and before he can even realize the chain thightly holding his leg, another one bites around his wrist! The sword is catapulted out of his hold and Ahastar is thrown to the side a bit when another two chains get a hold of him with surprisingly rough power. As the sword's blade bites into the ground, the raptor is already held up high and spread out into the air. Ahastar tries to bite and gnaw on the chains to be released, but another movement catches his eyes...the one of the draconic ruler of these caves being awoken and risen to all it's impressive size right in front of him, the ought to be robbed sword easily twisting in his mental grab. Ahastar's jaws just drop down in panic and surprise...how could this theft turn into a fake THIS fast?
Timanth lets out another enraged ROAR and speaks, "Who are you, raptor, and why do you seek to steal from my lair?!"
Ahastar tries to shake himself free for some more time, until he closes his eyes on reflex at the ear shuttering roar from the massive Asian dragon towering in front of him...and gives up. He's caught. Hissing once in frustration he looks into the whiskered face of his captor and snarls up at him. "My name is Ahastar. And I would have been successful if it wouldn't have been for your...machinery."
Timanth rumbles, "SILENCE!" And presses the tip of the sword a little into the raptor’s belly. He can feel the hunger inside of it, the lust to kill...and he is sure that Ahastar can feel it too, the awesome power that would rip his soul out and devour it. He realizes the nature of the raptor’s being and seems amused for a moment, "A demon? How ironic that I have tried to summon one for years, yet the first meeting with one is chained up and found stealing from ME!"
Ahastar grits his teeth as the sharp tip of his former target is quite harshly pressed into his soft stomach. He blinks a few times and shakes his head at the thundering voice of the copper dragon as well as the feral hunger that houses the cold steel shoved against his hide...a hunger that wishes to consume his flesh, his soul...his entire being. It would have been a worthy theft indeed. Still he has not lost his sharp tongue: "Half demon, mind you? And I am deeply honored that my presence enriches your experiences."
Timanth rears back and rumbles a laugh, "Oh ho! Enriching my experiences, eh? That'll make a fine joke." He leaned forward, then, the eye almost pressed against the raptor's body, "Even so...I cannot let any thief escape from my lair without a little..." He grinned wickedly, "Punishment, first..."
Ahastar swallows hard as the sturdy Asian dragon brings his jaws close to him, almost whispering his words into the ears of the half demon still solidly caught in the grip of the chains' steel. Maybe he should have tried to trick his way out...but as usual, his demonic blood boiled hot in him and took over in his conversation. He grits his teeth some more, bracing himself to not give his captor any signs of fear as he wonders what's supposed to come.
Timanth detects the swallow, and his gaze lingers on the half demon's eyes, seeming to penetrate into his very being itself. The haughty contempt that the raptor sees in his eyes betrays itself, as well as something darker, more sinister...He focuses slightly, eyes whirling faster, and suddenly, the surroundings vanish. All around the two is whiteness, utter nothing...and just as abruptly, the setting slams back in again. Except something is different...A cold, steel floor instead of the soft brown dirt...metal walls with various implements...and the chains are now gleaming titanium, and yet somehow Timanth's will prevents them from sagging, and they are braced taut, still binding the demon raptor.
Ahastar tries to get his snout away from the much larger one's of the eastern dragon looming over his frame. He doesn't like the way he looks down at him...it almost feels as if his eyes would penetrate his skin and flesh, to search for his mind and soul, maybe looking for something...certain. The chained raptor gains little ground though, hanging in the air quite limp. Suddenly...something in Ahastar's presence..."shifts." He can hear a ringing in his ears, little spots dancing in front of his eyes. At once, the world transforms into a big, white nothing. A shallow realms. Ahastar's tummy almost turns inside out, having to fight to not throw up as waves and waves of powerful magic flood all around and into him. For a brief moment, Ahastar blacks out, but immediately opens his eyes again. The demon raptor shakes his snout a few times, trying to get the dizzy feeling away as he realizes he isn't in a cavern any more. Instead, he is in an odd...silvery place. Could it be that the entire room, yes, almost a hall is made of steel? Still chained at a new and unforgiving sort of metal, Ahastar looks around, his gaze traveling over the solid floor and well equipped walls in awe, before looking back up into the face of his captor, riddling for answers.
Timanth detects the uncertainty of the demon raptor and allows himself a small grin, "what is this place, you ask? You have probably never heard of it, hellspawn. It is called a laboratory, where various...experiments are done. Today, I have found a test subject for a new experiment...you." Focusing once more, a small table rises up, and the chains holding the demon shift so that he is hovering directly over the table. They lower him on top of the table and withdraw, leaving his limbs free to move.
Ahastar has indeed never heard of a laboratory before...but being hellspawn, he realizes the familiar sound of "experiments" pretty easily as something that will not be to his amusement. Ahastar's lower jaw drops a bit, exposing tips of sharp teeth as the demon raptor ponders about what state of mind this dragon may be in? He has never actually seen an Asian dragon in his entire life, but he heard stories and saw pictures of those kind. For some reason Ahastar senses a deep amount of...evilness in this creature. And he does not like this idea at all in his current situation. With a confused expression in his eyes he beholds the large table of steel finding its spot. Ahastar hisses lightly and wags his tail in protest as the chains deliver him on top of the ice cold steel plate, stomach up. He looks around, only finding to be totally surrounded by steel, no matter where he looks at. At least the chains withdraw and leave only him, his draconic captor and a silent chamber.
Timanth sees the raptor's confusion. Yes, he'd picked well, choosing an environment that was both unfamiliar and somewhat frightening. He loomed over the raptor, intent on beginning his punishment right away, but then deciding to let the little demon panic first. It brought a certain pleasure to see the little thing run around, only to find that there was absolutely no way out. After all, this was a sealed steel chamber, and nothing got in or out without the master's permission. And the bronze Asian dragon WAS the master of this place.
Ahastar gets back into his mind, swallowing the first knot of surprise and unawareness down after being chained and forced into a place like he has never seen before...in a way he never traveled before. Yet Ahastar has seen many an odd surrounding in his life from down below the netherworlds and just a few seconds after the chains leave him be, he jumps back on his feet and runs like hell! This room may consist of steel alone, yet there are gaps in the wall easily big enough to jump through if he only tries. Ahastar spurts, leaving the Eastern Dragon behind him with tremendous pace, pouncing...and crashing against the crystal clear glass that is a laboratory window. Landing hard on his stomach again, the raptor struggles himself up on his feet once more, touching the odd force field..."What is it...Ice...this clear?" A rumbling sound of amusement echoes from behind his neck and Ahastar tilts around, being reminded that his time is little and need for escape great! He bolts at what he thinks to be a door, scratching at its ridges and edges...yet nothing happens. Or...is this not a door? Just next to this wall segment another one looking just the same way waits. Ahastar's head tilts to and fro, desperately trying to get a feeling for this structure, but it is futile! It is just way too alien to his mind. "What...IS this place?" he hisses out louder than he wanted to. Turning around again, he sees his captor moving in...the raptor slowly retreats into a corner, hissing threateningly like a rat in the trap.
Timanth chuckles amusedly as the raptor runs down the length of the room, not bothering to give chase. He levitates leisurely along behind the raptor, grinning as he slams himself against the glass and tries to pry away steel panels. He flicks his mind out, and chains once more wrap around the limbs of the little raptor. Amusedly, he could sense the indignant raptor's angry thoughts as he was picked up and hung in the air. Using his mind as a tug, he directs the chains back to the laboratory table, and setting the raptor unceremoniously down on the hard surface. Chains snake up from the ground to take the place of the ones in the air, and bind the raptor tightly to the table in a spread eagle position. The great bronze dragon looms over the small raptor, an evil look in its eyes.
Ahastar in his desperation starts to bite and claw into the air as the mighty beast is coming closer to him...hovering without even using his wings! Ahastar swallows hard as he remembers stories of the eastern dragons. Pictures of them raising into the air and roaming through the skies like snakes, flying with nothing more than a wink of their powerful magic. Again chains burst through the chamber like tentacles of cold, hard steel, seeking and easily finding his wrists and ankles anew despite the raptor's growls of protest and trials to evade them. Yet again with just a wink of his mind, the copper dragon commands Ahastar's body back onto the ungodly freezing cold iron table, swapping chains from air to ground in a mere heartbeat. The chains get rough on Ahastar, spreading his arms and legs wide and painfully, rendering his limbs pretty unmovable...and then, the demon raptor looks up into the pupil less, cold eyes of the long, whiskered snout...a glare of evil and sadism deep within them...and Ahastar swallows hard
Timanth lifts a forepaw, lighter bronze than the rest of his body, making it look like he is wearing gloves. He holds it teasingly above the raptor's body, covering it with the shadow of the foot. Lowering it slowly, he keeps it on top of the raptor's body, covering it fully, smothering him with its sheer weight alone. Timanth adds more pressure, pushing down with a fraction of his weight upon the body of the raptor, but already he can hear the bones creaking within him.
Ahastar eyes widen some as he beholds the broad forepaw of his captor rising high next to him. He blinks a few times, this actually being the first time that he sees one of the front feet of the dragon...and the first time ever seeing an Asian dragon foot anyway. It's slightly lighter colored than the rest of his skin, setting the focus of any beholder on them easily. Little debris of sand rain down on Ahastar's helpless body from the padded sole, a slight scent of sweat and a bit of dirt intruding his nostrils while the demon raptor struggles under it's threatening shadow. He tries to evade in SOME way as the forefoot is coming down, but he can't go for even an inch! Finally, the wide foot reaches him, covering his entire body except a part of his tailtip...then squishing down with horrid force! Ahastar lets out a loud, muffled "UUUUGH" at the sudden weight intruding and ambushing his bones, sending his tailtip into a wild shiver and forcing his body in a more than uncomfortable compression of dump pain.
Timanth looks on with a faint smile tracing at his muzzle as he adds yet more pressure, especially to his back footpad, which covers the demon raptor's crotch region. As he analyzes the pressure that it will take to make the raptor black out, he lifts up just before the breaking point, only to put his foot down again and again, applying the same sickeningly crushing pressure, making sure the raptor is still conscious to experience all of this. After he is done, his forepaw finally comes to a rest with one of the huge toes covering Ahastar's crotch.
Ahastar still let's out muffled sounds of torment every single time the copper dragon starts his game of pressure and release anew. And what an ungodly pressure that is! Every single time the long forefoot is comeing down into his bones and organs, Ahastar's tailtip, finger and toes cramp in ecstasy together with every single muscle in his body - yet it does not help him at all! Ahastar seeks to black out, silently wishes his mind somewhere else, but there is no escape. Blood is starting to drip out of the raptor's nostrils from the constant pressure and it takes him a lot of self control to not wet his groins as suddenly the quite rough footpaw starts to sink deep into his sensitive crotch again and again. Ahastar always admired the pictures of Asian dragon's paws for their graceful length...now he wishes them to just be a tiny bit shorter. Another wave of sickeing pressure ROAMS through Ahastar's body anew, almost squishing him out off his senses anew before finally being released and allowing the raptor to take in some much needed oxygen! Ahastar soaks in the air, still some of the fine scent of his foot's sweat covering his skin, before he looks into the face of his tormentor challenging - yet with tears in his eyes. Much to Ahastar's inconvenience, the foot does not withdraw completely, but instead rests one of it's long toes on his already well squished crotch. Yet all the demon raptor is able to do is letting out another hiss of pain.
Timanth sees Ahastar's reaction every time he presses his forepaw down on him and allows his smile to get wider. Seeing the tears in his eyes, the little ball of pleasure inside him just grows as he sees his success at causing the little raptor pain without actually making him pass out. His paw now covers the entirety of Ahastar's tail, and he presses down unmercifully, hearing the bones creak and start to break. At the same time, the toe on the raptor's crotch also starts to press down, but gentler. Timanth is pleased with his ability of paw control, and presses down further, feeling the slab of flesh start to flatten beneath his forepaw.
Ahastar licks off the bits of blood and tears from his face. He will not grant his tormentor the success of seeing him in obvious suffer. He is a half demon, after all, he is the one that should put torment on others. Now being abused in this way is just too wrong for his soul to accept. But he has little choice to put himself into that wishful thinking, because the glove-like forepaw of the Asian dragon looming over him now keeps on it's cruel game with his sensitive tail and his fragile crotch. Ahastar closes his eyes and grids his teeth as the pressing starts anew. His entire upper body trembles just as much as his limps, hissing in agony as the small tailbones bend and curl...until some of them finally give in and break under the pads of the monstrous forefoot. The demon raptor violently shakes his head to and fro as the tip of the toe sinks deeper and deeper into his sex - a sex meant to be treated carefully...and definitely NOT meant to be crunched down into by a draconic foot.
Timanth keeps on pressing deeper, feeling the endbones of the tail crack and break. He shifts pressure up to the middle of his sole, focusing on the middle of the tail, still adding more weight to it. No liquid sensation underneath his forepaw telltales the sign of a rupture yet, and he is quite pleased. His toe continues probing around Ahastar's crotch, pushing deeper into him. For a moment, he decides to shift his position, and lifts up his other forepaw, putting all his weight on the one holding the poor raptor's body. Hearing his bones start to crack, he quickly replaces the other forepaw...on the raptor's body. Now with both feet on the raptor, he starts pushing downward...
Ahastar can't resist any longer and just has to let out a hiss of pain together with some tears again as his precious tail is crunched and flattened under the copper pads of the Eastern beast like trenches of wood. The demon raptor bites onto his lips to prevent him from screaming out anew, but he can't prevent some light moaning to escape his snout. This Eastern dragon is far from a sensual being. With a knowledge about pressure and paw torture like this, breaking his tail internally but not sending in a mere scratch on it's skin so far, this beast must easily have enough experience with this kind of torture to be envied by demons. If he'd at least release his toe from his crotch! By now it's already sunken halfway into his sensitive sex, being close to sending waves of biting agony through his entire body. Ahastar open his eyes again as yet another scream evades his hold - the pressure on his tail just became ungodly! And with his now wide opened pupils, he easily realizes why! The dragon has arousen his second forefoot, similar in shape...and doesn't even grant the raptor a brief moment of panic before stepping it down on his upper body! Again his sweaty scent fills Ahastar's nostrils and lungs, a slight taste of dirt invades his tongue...and with both his forefeet now all over his tiny body it's too much for the raptor to bear. He feels his stomach rebelling on him for being flattened to half his size, forcing Ahastar to throw up from the harsh compression. The puke spills over part of the lab table, hitting the ground.
Timanth watches amusedly as the demon raptor projectile-vomits out on the lab table, not at the least concerned that his pristine steel lab was being soiled by this insolent creature that had been brave enough to steal from him. Well, at least attempt to steal from him. At the thought, he presses his toe further into the raptor's sensitive area, while continuing to work his way up the tail of the demonic reptile, now reaching the base where the strongest bones resided. He promptly increases the pressure, hearing the bones creak but not break. Meanwhile, his other forepaw had pressed down enough to push all the air out of the demon's lungs. He now lifted the forepaw, making sure not to increase the pressure of the other one, using a combination of careful balance and magic to stay like this. Right as he was regaining his breath, Timanth pushed his paw back down on Ahastar, driving the breath away again.
Ahastar pukes out the last bits of what is left in his tummy, leaving quite a puddle down on the cold steel floor of the laboratory while his draconic tormentor continues with his forefeet "experiment." The demon raptor is about to go crazy from the constant shift of pressure. The new forepaw is squishing around into his chest and belly, squeezing organs and bones into places where they should not be, sending waves and waves of pain and - much worse - horrid sickness through the demon's spine. And as if that wouldn't be enough already, the scent of the already slightly sweaty forefoot intrudes Ahastar's nostrils brutally, rounding up the disgusting feeling that gnaws onto his soul. Meanwhile, the lower foot is still working on the destruction of his tail. And quite professionally as well. Everything from its middle down below is already cracked and broken painfully, yet not one single slash or drop of blood is to be seen. It more resembles a sack of skin giving place to crunched bones. Yet what drives the downtrodden, shivering raptor really crazy is that rogue toe "playing" with his crotch as if it'd be a rubber toy. Ahastar is far from being in joy or aroused, yet if that toe does not stop within the next few seconds, the raptor will have no other choice but to spill his seed over its digging pad.
Timanth grins as he suddenly gets an idea that will cause even more pain and agony for the little raptor. That, he decided, would come at the very end of his torment. Meanwhile, his toe withdraws from Ahastar's crotch, saving him the embarrassment of cumming all over his foot. The entire forepaw retreats for a moment, and rises out of Ahastar's line of sight. However, just as quickly, it is back again, renewing the pressure on Ahastar's tailbase. The toe is replaced on the raptor's crotch, but this time, something is different. The raptor can't quite place it until he feels the wet, slimy sensation between his legs, and realizes with sickening revulsion that the twisted dragon has licked his foretoe, then replaced it on the raptor's crotch. Up above, the other forepaw has gone idle for awhile, and is lighter, allowing the raptor to breathe. He doesn't seem to realize that it's to keep him from passing out.
Ahastar almost sighs out in delight as, pretty much in the last moment possible, the enormous toe is leaving his crotch alone again. For some reason a part of Ahastar is convinced that this perfect timing was far from being coincidence. He also uses his chance to finally get some air again, considering that the other forefoot is pressing down lesser now than before...it's not the best air, being caught under the semi-dirty foresole of the Asian dragon, but the raptor has no other choice. He almost feels a bit of relief, when suddenly the second forepaw comes back again...and Ahastar cannot help but let out a long, muffled "Ewwwww" as he feels the hot, slimy saliva coating his crotch as the trample-squishing starts anew. The proud half demon is almost ready to cry out.
Timanth chuckles at the raptor's sound of revulsion. "Don't like my saliva, eh? Well, here, have some more! There's plenty where that came from!" Lifting his other forepaw from the poor raptor's body, he licks it slowly, raising the raptor's head so he can see the tendrils of saliva hanging from his tongue down to his forepaw. He lowers it until it is about a foot or so above Ahastar's body, letting some of the saliva drip onto his body before he finally sets it down, the slimy sensation of dragon spit not helping the crushing pressure that is once again applied. Meanwhile, his other forepaw continues to crush the raptor's tailbase, while his saliva-soaked toe keeps on probing the raptor's crotch.
Ahastar's upper body sticks a bit at Timanth's sole already from the unmerciful squishing his frame had to endure for all the while, finally being pulled back on the lab table by the chain's iron grasp, landing there with a slight thud and a whispered moan. Opening his eyes a bit and shuddering at the disgusting feeling of hot slime slowly running down the sides of his groin while the digging pawpad on his crotch has returned anew, the bound raptor is forced to listen to the words of the Eastern standing tall next to him. "No...", Ahastar whispers..."He won't..."...Yet with his eyes getting larger and larger as he beholds the copper beast soaking his other forefoot in hot, slimy drool as well, he has to come to the conclusion that he will! "NO!" Ahastar struggles and hisses madly as the foot is coming down again, drops of saliva already falling onto his sore body, yet the chains hold him tight and close. Ahastar closes his eyes and turns his head away as the soaked foot is hovering only inches away from his body, tendrils of slime and spit already traveling from his tormentor's sole to meet his hide. But it does not help him, as the entire paw is suddenly on and into him again, crushing deep into his soft body and coating it in hot drool. There is just no way for the raptor's rather small body to hold those amounts of spit, the slimy fluid squeezing out from the edges of Timanth's paw, running down and over the lab table. He can feel his little toy itching and shuddering in disgust and sickness below him. Out of sheer reflex to the horrid sensation, Ahastar opens his snout to let out a repulsive grunt...a bad idea, since he is thus opening is mouth for the dragon's drool to intrude, almost turning the raptor's stomach upside down while at the same time his upper tail lays in it's last shivers, the ever so aggressive toepad keeping on digging for the raptor's crotch once more.
Timanth chuckles as he hears the pitiful noises of the raptor, whispering denial, hoping for mercy. Instead, he gets a deep probe in his crotch as the toe digs deeper, digging around for things it really shouldn't, but does anyways. Below that, the bronze dragon feels the lower footpad of his forepaw start to go down, signifying the start of a breaking bone. He carefully monitors blood levels, careful not to rupture anything. Up above, his other forepaw is wreaking havoc with the dryness of Ahastar's skin, rubbing in the saliva like skin creme. Sometimes, he adds a little more pressure, giving the raptor unbearable pain, but not breaking anything, not even giving him the relief of blacking out.
Ahastar's tail sends horrid agony though the raptor's spine, not only due to the fact that the Asian dragon's sole is starting to crack and break the larger bones below the hips, but also because it forces the sack of crunched bones that once was Ahastar's lower tail to move and twitch, every single crack of every single worked over bone in there sending out a single scream of pain, concluding in an overwhelming choir of agony. The raptor's groin and hips as well as his upper legs are shivering like mad, hot slimy forming strings and tendrils from Ahastar's crotch down to the lab room floor by now. His sex clearly shows the dragon's padprint by now, being compressed to half its size. And finally, it's too much for the Raptor to bear. With a hard wince from down below his spine, the raptor violently shoots his seed into the eastern's toe, smearing his pad with his cum a few times before the stream finally ebbs away. In the meantime, his entire upper body rolls around under Timanth's rubbings as far as his chained limbs allow him to, while the dragon not only squishes his slimy sole deeper and deeper into Ahastar's body, but actually rubbing his drool into the raptor's hide like some wicked sort of cream. In the meantime, Ahastar learns two valuable lessons. 1. Eastern dragons are not the sensitive, careful, shy beings he ever thought them to be. And 2. Dragon drool is nothing that he ever wants to taste again.
Timanth grins wickedly at the raptor's revulsion, and presses more into his tail, starting to feel it break. He senses an imminent rupture and shifts the pressure away from that area, concentrating on the others. It is in this way that he finally hears the raptor's tailbase give way and the last bone, the biggest bone, cracks and breaks with a sickening CRUNCH. The bronze dragon's pleasure is only multiplied when he feels Ahastar break down and start to cum all over his toe. When he's finished, the bronze dragon lifts his forefoot and shoves the seed-covered toe violently into the raptor's muzzle. Seeing the rebellious muzzle firmly closed, he triggers a sensitive spot by pushing down firmly with a toe on his other forefoot, causing immense agony and making the raptor yelp. Seeing that his mouth is open, he forcibly jams his toe into the raptor's maw, allowing just enough air for him to breathe. "Lick!" He rumbles imperatively.
Ahastar's body finally falls down limp onto the lab table as the last waves of his forced orgasm ebbs away, its proof still sticking at his tormentor's toepad. Again tears run down Ahastar's cheek, yet those are not from pain or sickness, yet from his broken pride. Being foot-raped by an Asian dragon was nothing the raptor planned into his day for sure. Suddenly, a new punch of agony hits hard into Ahastar's tummy, as his main tailbase bone gives in to the terrible pressure forced into it by his captor's sole. The shock of pain is that intense that the raptor swallows hard as a reflex, thus transporting Timanth's spit from his overflowing maw into his belly - something Ahastar deeply regrets already a heartbeat later as his entire belly is filled with hot slime. Knowing its source just makes it worse. Suddenly, a new sensation hits the raptor's scared brain. He opens his eyes and beholds a massive, white claw at his snout, demanding entrance into his sensitive muzzle. Every single cell in Ahastar's body refuses to let it in, easily recognizing it as the toe used to force him into orgasm. Yet a quick, solid squish by another toe right into his belly organs quickly makes the half-demon yelp out in pain and sickness, spilling around the dragon drool in his tummy and allowing the Asian dragon to batter his seed covered toe into his plaything's far too small snout. Ahastar's jaws are spread painfully wide open, his bulged cheeks makeing him look extremely funny. Yet his eyes are far away from amusement as he looks into the face of his tormentor while sucking on his sweaty toe like a hatchling on his thumb.
Timanth forces his toe deeper into the raptor's mouth, judging when his claw would touch the back of his throat, hence rupturing it and stopping the fun. He stops at the last possible moment, keeping his toe there for Ahastar to suck on, both to humiliate and silence him. Meanwhile, his other forepaw continues to play with the reptile's relatively unbattered upper body. Picking which bone was to go first without causing blood was the big problem. Fortunately, he really didn't have to pick as the back forepaw accidentally sunk down, and he heard Ahastar's left femur snap nearly in half. He mock-apologized as he heard the raptor whimper in pain, "Oh, I’m sorry, I really didn't mean to do THIS!" As he lifted his forefoot and put it down forcibly on the raptor's right leg, snapping his right femur. He checked for any signs of blood. Still none. The bronze dragon grinned, pleased at his success.
Ahastar desperately tries to get some oxygen even around the huge toepad painfully overfilling his snout, spreading his jaws ridiculously wide. A hellish aroma somewhere between cum, hot slime, dragon pawsweat and slight filth gnaws at the raptor's sensitive tongue as it licks off of the Asian's pad what it finds sticking there. Ahastar has to fight hard to not puke his guts out by the sheer horror of the taste - not that he would have the room to do so, anyways. A bit of brownish slime runs down over the edges of Timanth's toe while suddenly, with a swift and surprisingly fast move - CRACK - Ahastar's leg gives in under the uncaring pressure of the dragon. The Raptor almost misses his tormentor's "apology" in the loud "MMMMMMMMMRPH!" he manages to let out around the ridges of the toe torturing his mouth. Overwhelmed by searing pain, Ahastar knocks his right leg against the lab table a few times...until that one ends its struggles under draconic soles as well, a new "MMMMMRPPH!" echoing through the cave. Ahastar's head drops back down on the lab table, sucking off remaining cum and spit and sweat and dirt, wondering if this beast has decided to break everything solid in his body, only just to leave him behind as a sack of hide filled with crushed bones?
Timanth lifts his toe out of the raptor's mouth, withdrawing that foot while taking away the other, he straddles the raptor on both sides, looking down at him, watching his reaction to suddenly be free of torture.
Ahastar is quite firmly stuck onto Timanth's padded sole due to the slimy drool it was coated with, peeling off of it with a loud "Slouuuurp" as the chain's bite into his wrists and hurt ankles finally. He lands on the lab table with yet another "thud." The first thing he does is turning his head to the side and spitting out on the lab floor whatever cum and filth is left in his muzzle. Then he just lays there for a while, soaking in the clean oxygen as if it would be gold to breath before finally looking up into the face of his tormentor. His gaze tells of horrid pain and repulse. It lost some of its pride, but was replaced with open hate.
Timanth sees the flame in the raptor's eyes and is determined to break it, to drive it eternally out of his soul. Using his action of spitting out things as an excuse to cause further humiliation, the bronze dragon scoops up the stuff Ahastar just spit out and adds some more of his own saliva. Using a simple push on the demon's crotch with his toe, not even bothering to be gentle this time, causing him to cry out pitifully. Shoving his toe in once more, he orders more forcefully this time, "Lick AND swallow!"
Ahastar beholds the Asian dragon scooping up the slimy crap he just spit out off his mouth with a toepad anew, spitting on it as well to add some more content into the mix of cum and filth. Ahastar's eyes widen again. He tries to scamper away from the lab table, but the chains don't let him move more than some mere inches. "No...NO!" Ahastar turns his snout away as Timanth brings his foretoe close to his head again, the raptor violently shaking his snout. "NO!!" He is determined to not grant this beast access to his maw anew, but a hard, uncaring push of another copper toe into his fragile and still heated crotch makes him SCREAM out again. And before Ahastar even notices the entire movement, his jaws and cheeks bulge from housing a eastern dragon's toetip again. Ahastar sobs and starts to cry out, the back of his throat slightly touching his torturer’s clawtip while he sucks and licks over the rough, solid pad, making sure to swallow everything he finds there as fast as possible, now also being in pain from the heat of the fresh drool covering the pad. Once more, tears run down the Raptor's cheeks.
Timanth sees the crying raptor, and his contempt for the demon just builds. He removes his now-cleaned toe disgustedly from the raptor's mouth, adding another shove to the crotch just for good measure. Closely inspecting the work he had done on the poor raptor's femurs, he continues working on his legs. Placing both forepaws on the raptor, one on each leg, he counts to three loudly, but halfway between two and three, he suddenly presses down hard, hearing the legbones snap. He amusedly watched Ahastar's upper body suddenly jerk up, only to be slammed back down by the chains that bound him. Chuckling darkly, he happily noticed that the further breaking of his legs had not created any blood whatsoever. He decided to leave the upper body intact for now, and retreated, still straddling the raptor but not doing anything at the moment...well, except adding some extra humiliation and placing his muzzle over the poor raptor's head, letting a few large globs of spit drip down and thoroughly coat his face. Using his mental ability to turn the raptor over, he repeats the treatment with the other side of his face. Finally, he wrenches the raptor's jaws open and, with a dark laugh, lets a huge amount of saliva drip from his jaws into the struggling maw of the raptor.
Ahastar jaws, neck and upper body are pulled up some as the Asian dragon suddenly and without any warning whatsoever removes his toetip from his mouth. The raptor just so manages to open his snout wide enough to let the copper flesh slip out of his maw without ripping a few teeth out in the process. A new toe is resting on his crotch by now, squishing into it. Yet it does not remain there, apparently the dragon just had it there for a second to squeeze into...for fun, it seems. Ahastar breaths heavily and flat. He opens his mouth and stretches his tongue out to get the disgusting aroma off his senses. This spit has to be one of the most horrid things he ever had the doubtful honor to taste in his life. Suddenly, a new impact echoes through his frame. The half demon opens his eyes wide, gritting his teeth as he senses new pressure on his helplessly bound together legs. Indeed, his tormentor has placed one of his huge forefeet on either of Ahastar's legs...starting to countdown. "HELL, NO! "the raptor shouts out...biting himself onto the tongue for letting out loud what he just wanted to think to himself. His heart starts racing, his body begins to shiver...and then, not even counting out fully, Timanth smashes his weight into the lab table! A horrid "CRRRRRRRRRRACK!" roams through the laboratory, followed by a reptilian scream that intense as if the shouter would have been ripped in half as his solid, thick leg bones are breaking as well. Ahastar's upper body stands upright for a moment, shivering, before it limply falls back down on the table, whimpering in terrible agony as the eastern dragon slowly removes his front feet. After a few seconds of much needed self control, Ahastar slowly opens his eyes again - only to see the dragon's grinning snout hovering close above him. The raptor sees the mirrored image of his own face in a large blob of drool hanging from the dragon's fangs...and suddenly, with a stretch from his pupil, Ahastar realizes what is coming next. A long, slimy tendril hits his face, dragon drool flooding his cheek. "Ewwwwgh" is all the raptor manages to let out as he is spit on more and more, firmly shutting his snout. He will NEVER taste this again! He'd rather die! Closing his eyes and nostrils as well, the half demon can only wait for his snout being turned around by the Eastern's psychic powers to receive the same degrading treatment at the other side of his face. He will NOT allow these fluids to intrude him! Not as long as he is breathing still! Suddenly, a new sensation. Clawtips on his lips. Ahastar dares to open his eyes a bit...and just in time to behold Timanth's claws prodding his jaws open, repositioning his own snout and letting loose a true flood of hot, greasy, stinking saliva right into the raptor's forced open maw. A strong urge to throw up meets a mind that is taking in a fetal position in itself as it is overwhelmed by the spit's odor and aroma, overfilling Ahastar's mouth within seconds, the flood dripping down the half demon's throat and running off of the ridges of his cheeks. Ahastar can only lay there and hope that it will be over before it gets even worse.
Timanth hasn't finished his torture yet. He firmly clamps Ahastar's jaws closed with one hand, holding his nostrils closed with two toes, forcing him to swallow or drown in dragon spit. He decides that the raptor may need a little convincing and lowers a toe threateningly above his crotch again, holding up his muzzle so he can see what will happen if he resists swallowing. Meanwhile, his massive back feet shift in position to a more comfortable pose, the great bronze soles settling slowly on the ground. The wicked spade of his tail flicks around restlessly, as if eager to kill, drawing the raptor's attention half to it, knowing that the threat of a quick death instead of a chance to live is always there.
Ahastar feels his jaws being closed that hard by the dragon's grasp that it almost cruches his teeth. Just a heartbeat later two more toes are shoved over his nose, cutting off his secondary air supply as well. Ahastar's mouth and throat are overflown by hot, slimy saliva as his head is jerked up to behold the silent threat hovering over his still very sore groin. He does not want to feel that again! His crotch his still in agony from the last time. And so the half demon looks into his tormentor's eyes with, shedding a few tears while hatred and disgust form in them and finally, with a shivering of his entire body and tightly closed eyes, swallows hard and deep, welcoming more of the Asian's spit within his tortured belly. Opening his eyes again, a fast flicker of nervousness takes a hold of the raptor's snout as he realizes the swift movements of his captor's hind feet and the ever flickering tail, his steps sending a slight trembling through the entire laboratory. Ahastar's eyes gaze around nervously...wondering what hell will await him now.
Timanth decides that his hindpaws need a little exercise and decides to satisfy his wishes. He shifts position until the raptor is looking directly up at his tailbase, and then lifts a hindfoot. It's much larger than one of his forepaws, and covers up more than the entire length of the raptor's body, including the tail, and is wider than the lab table. Holding it tantalizingly close to his face, he replaces it on the ground and lifts the other one, repeating the same treatment. Except this time, he presses it down onto the raptor's body, smothering him in an immense weight greater than his forepaws combined.
Ahastar's gaze follows the movements of the Eastern dragon while the burning saliva in his belly spreads out, beholding the slender, but well built hind legs moving in front of his eyes. Then, suddenly, his tormentor is lifting up one of his tremendous hind feet up into the air, putting the half demon in its impressive shadow. Ahastar almost turns blank, his eyes widen that much that it looks they would be ready to fall out of his face. A sweaty scent, far more intense than from either forepaw, intrudes the raptor's nostrils. His lower jaw is shivering, his head shaking as the huge sole is coming closer to his face, the dirty pads almost touching his hide. Another single tear runs down the demons cheek. With the forepaws he at least felt used by "hands"...but he doesn't know if these feet are anything he can bear. He breaths fast and flat as the huge foot is planted back down on the ground. The raptor looks up into the Asian's eyes, finding a sentence there, telling him "I pre-trampled you enough...now it is time for the real deal." And before Ahastar can let out another yelp, the other hind foot rises high above...and this time is not put down on the ground again. As the filthy, sweaty sole buries the raptor's half-broken frame under the rough sole, Ahastar remembers fairy tales of Eastern's dragons’ graceful, careful, whispering steps. He can only hope that those tales are indeed true.
Timanth's first step is indeed gentle, as his magic carries most of his own weight and makes him light as a feather. His other foot lifts up and he shifts, turning horizontal so he can stand with both back feet on the raptor. However, he figured that that wouldn't do, so he focused once more, and the table lowered back toward the ground. Now the dragon was standing on all fours, the back feet still on the raptor. Lifting a foot and carefully adding five pounds to it by releasing magic, he stomps down lightly on the raptor's belly and lower body. His other foot repeats the same treatment, flexing the toe that covers the raptor's face ever so slightly. But this was only the beginning of the pain to come.
Ahastar grits his teeth as he feels his entire body being forced under the sole and toes of the Asian dragon's apparently endless, copper hind foot. He can easily sense all the power these legs possess, can easily imagine the horrible, crushing force that the Eastern's body holds. And thus he tries to brace himself as much as possible. Which is not a lot, considering the weight he will have to deal with in a second. The half demon holds his breath as he sees his captor not only stomping down on him, but actually rising up on the laboratory table with his entire body. Ahastar knows he will not survive this...at least this torment is at an end now, even though the half demon hoped for a better ending today than being trampled flat like a bug under a reptilian paw...a few seconds pass...the rough, semi-dirty foot of the copper beast holds him tightly down onto the lab table...but Ahastar is not transformed into the expected puddle. Despite the draconic, sweaty scent around him being far worse than with both forepaws combined, he dares to bring his snout into a new position to see what is happening. The entire body of his captor is standing over him, standing ON him! Ahastar truly looks like a tiny worm, trodden down below the 150 ft. tall beast. Only now the half demon realizes that he switched his position on top of him, thus being able to place his second foot down on Ahastar's lower body as well! What ridiculous overkill! One single foot of his tormentor would already easily be enough to cover every last inch of the raptor's frame. As the lab table sinks down to the floor to complete the image of him being trampled into the ground by both the dragon's rear feet, Ahastar realizes that this is not meant to crush him. The half-magical treatment awaiting him is meant to give him the feeling of being a little bug crawling on the ground, battered by the Asian dragon's feet. Another way to humiliate him further. Finally, Ahastar reaches the unforgiving steel floor, the two way too light, long, padded feet of the Eastern dragon solidly pinning him down there. Ahastar cannot see it with his face being pressed into the padded sole of a toe, but he is certain that the beast's snout is looking down on him under his rear feet with a wicked, pleasured grin. More weight builds onto the raptor's upper body suddenly, as the copper foot smothering his lower form lifts up from his frame, apparently gathering distance for a stomp. As the paw is midairs, Ahastar remembers that his entire lower body is crushed and broken, his legs twisted, his tail a sack of hide filled with shattered bones, his crotch still wincing from the ruthlessly digging toe. His lower body should rather be medicated or maybe amputated...but it should NOT be forced under the rough sole of a foot larger than his entire being! And so it's not a big miracle that the half demon lets out a sharp "Mrrrrrphh!" as the hind paw settles down again, squishing into broken bones and swollen flesh, spreading both wide under the broad pads. Even more weight builds up down there as the Asian's other foot raises from Ahastar's upper body, the toe granting it's downtrodden face some much needed relief and oxygen. The half demon winces, his upper body cramping up a bit, shivering, beholding how the toes over him wrinkle a bit before mercilessly coming down again, pushing chest, neck and face of the raptor down into the steel once more. Did that paw just became more heavy...or is Ahastar starting to go crazy? The raptor does not know what this twisted beast is planning for, but at least the fairy tales of Eastern dragon's graceful, weightless steps were not mere rumors...even though the storyteller obviously never had the "chance" to take in their paws' thick scent...
Timanth mashes his dirty hindsole against the raptor's face before lifting the same foot again, adding another ten pounds to it as he brings it crushingly down again on top of the raptor, forcefully enough to crack a few handbones, but light enough not to rupture anything important. He does the same with his other foot, feeling the already-broken bones of the raptor's leg shatter even more under his trampling. The bronze dragon grins with delight every time the raptor yelps out in pain, and mercilessly grinds both his soles all over the raptor's body, feeling the bones grind but not break. Adding another twenty pounds or so onto the weight crushing Ahastar, Timanth just stands there, savoring the feeling of a weak animal underneath his feet. After awhile, he gets off of the raptor, releasing his magic and settling his full weight of several tons onto the ground. Seeing the little demon try to get up, he strengthens the hold on the chains, binding his four limbs tighter, causing pain in the already-broken bones. He considers healing the little raptor and letting him go, but decided that the punishment was not yet fully served. Without warning, the bronze dragon trod on the little raptor again, letting his full weight sink first on one back foot, then on the other, letting the little demon get 'accustomed' to his weight upon the puny body below. Unfortunately, nothing could truly get 'accustomed' to several tons of dragon on top of them.
Ahastar's sounds are always between whimpering and crying out loud, depending if one of the enormous hind feet is lifting up, forcing the other one deeper down below into his body, or coming crashing down to trample his flesh further into the unforgiving steel floor. The raptor truly is in deepest misery, bound that tight to the ground that he cannot move an inch to evade the trampling, copper feet all over him. Whenever the lower paw is coming down his shattered bones are ground even flatter and further, twisted and broken some more. Yet still there is not a single wound ruining his hide. All his horrid injuries are solely internal. Whenever the upper foot comes down on the opposite side to squish into him, the pain is not as intense, yet he always receives a little coating in it's sole's filth and it's thick scent. Finally, after what has been an eternity of trampling to the half demon's senses, the Asian dragon finally removes his wide hind feet from his battered body. Ahastar breaths fast and flat once again, trying to twist his way out of his chains, away from his tormentor and his stamping paws. Yet the chains on his joints come alive anew, biting deeper into wrists and ankles and making sure to bind him strong and tight. The raptor grits his teeth for a moment before looking up into the Eastern's grinning muzzle. For a few moments Ahastar blinks and ponders, before one of the back feet is raising again, forcing the half demon to let out a pitiful moan that quickly transforms into a loud scream of agony as he is forced to endure the dragon's entire, terrible weight! Ahastar doesn't even have a moment to recover from the shock before the second foot arises as well, pinning down his chest, throat and face under the some unbearable pressure! The cracking of bones from under Timanth's feet is loud enough to echo through the entire laboratory...so much to the Eastern dragons' graceful steps, the pitiful demon thinks to himself as he comes to an agonizing conclusion: It seems the trampling around part just ended and the trampling to death part started...
Timanth grins with delight as he reads the raptor's thoughts, 'hearing' him whisper his last wishes. He lifts a foot, shifting all his terrible weight on the other one, only to bring it crashing down on the poor raptor's lower body. His surgical precision is gone now, disregarding all bloodshed as his enjoyment of the trampling overtakes him. He lifts his other foot, bringing several tons of dragon onto the raptor's lower body, hearing the squelch of blood before bringing it SMASHING down onto the upper body and head of the raptor, the force of the impact enough to almost kill him, certainly crushing his body, but not quite squashing the life out of him. Seeing his success, the bronze dragon grins to himself and continues trampling, oblivious to the raptor's pleas for mercy and help.
Ahastar shivers madly under the full weight of the copper's hind feet. For a brief moment the dragon is just standing there, allowing his plaything to feel and endure his entire, ground shattering weight. Already the blood spills from in between his toes, the Eastern beast clearly not caring about the safeness of Ahastar's hide any longer. A mean, brutal snarl from high above...and then the first foot is rising. The Asian dragon decided that the honor of the first stomp should be given to the foot covering the raptor's upper body, raising high into the air, raining down blood and little drips of dirt as it gathers distance for a horrid stomp, aiming carefully for the half-squished, broken, bleeding upper body of the helpless demon pinned under his other foot. With a thunderous crash, easily sending the entire laboratory into a small quake, it comes trampling down again, perfectly smothering Ahastar's upper frame undersole. Blood spills out in between Timanth's toes, splashing a good 20 feet high into the air from the impact before the same treatment is repeated with the other copper hind foot. Broken legs and twisted tail bones crunch slightly as they pierce flesh and skin and when the Asian dragon fully sets down his foot again, he can feel his toy's bladder give in, the raptor violently urinating himself from the terrible compression. Some of Timanth's weight still rests on his front paws, keeping him balanced. Yet the force of his rear feet is easily enough to obliterate the tiny raptor if he just continues his...footwork.
Timanth grins in sadistic glee as his hind feet continue their evil massage on the poor raptor's body. As they lift up and slam again and again into his body, his blood mixes with his other bodily fluids, creating a messy puddle where his lower body should be. Up above, the other hind foot continues it's merciless trampling as the bronze dragon stomps again and again on Ahastar, completely obliterating his body on the cold, unforgiving surface of the steel floor. Somehow, through some act of magic, the raptor is kept alive through all this, his head watching helplessly as his body is completely trashed by the huge hind feet of the large Asian dragon.
Ahastar by now cries heartbreakingly! Those battering feet are torturing him beyond words. He would never have thought that an Asian dragon, known for being sensitive, magical creatures, could possibly use another living kind as a mere doormat to their obliterating paws, The half demon has no other choice but to helplessly lay down on the steel floor, held by solid chains, shivering in agony and disgust at being treated so lowly, trampled and stomped around on as if he wouldn't be much more than a mere worm. WHAM - WHAM - WHAM - the heavy footfalls send deep, hard tremors through the entire laboratory. Quite a potion of Ahastar's hide and body fluids is sticking under the Eastern dragon's soles by now, presented to tearing raptor eyes like some wicked trophy every single time one of the feet rises high for yet another stomp. The raptor holds his forepaws up into the air, shivering, begging, as if they could fend off the next horrid, crushing blow. Those toes grant the little being no mercy at all though, still splattering his blood and his new found urine through the sterile rooms while his tormentor keeps on smashing flesh and bones into the solid steel floor, still resting on his forepaws to make sure to keep the perfect balance while forcing his toy under an Eastern stampede.
Timanth has decided to end this game and has lifted a foot above the half demon's head, preparing to crush the remaining life out of the little raptor. As he starts to stomp down, he suddenly stops, sniffing the air, having detected magic. Suddenly, he screams a horrible scream, one that curdles the very blood in the half demon's veins, a scream of defiance and defeat, of more pain and agony than what the raptor had just been through, and fades into smoke, blowing away through a ventilation shaft. What stands in his place, just behind where he stood, is a female Utahraptor, powerful and lean. Her ghostly form solidifies as the remaining work of her magic finishes, and she steps up to the half demon. With a casual wave of a hand, the chains unravel, and she lowers her muzzle, sweeping it across the half-demon's body. Every spot she touches, the wounds heal, and the trampled, maltreated body starts to reform, all trace of pain gone.
Ahastar starts to feel his entrails being pushed up into his throat slowly but certainly, his lower body by now being compressed to nothing more than a bloody footprint comforting the Asian's toes, while the demons upper frame is laying down on the ground with eyes looking into nowhere, begging for death to end this unbearable torture. Despite his stomped jaws the raptor almost lets out a sigh of relief as he sees the Eastern beast carefully rising the foot usually trampling his chest and face high, steady for a final, mortal stomp to splatter Ahastar's brains over the steel floor. The half demon closes his eyes, welcoming the end of his misery...when suddenly, a totally unexpected scenery unfolds in front of his battered eyes. His tormentor starts to scream and shudder, hiss and drool in searing pain. He looks as if a spear of hellfire would have pierced his heart! Suddenly, his shape turns into a grayish mist, dissolving into a nebula of nothing...reforming...and building the form of a female dinosaur...a predator...a...raptor? Ahastar blinks a few times in his last echoes of life as her muzzle slowly comes closer. Her graceful movements release the chains from his joints. Even their collars are trampled completely flat by now. A careful snout runs up and down his body, reforming flesh and bones, blossoming it with a new hide. Ahastar just looks at the ghostly creature with a confused expression.
The female raptor continues to heal the broken half demon's wounds, making his body whole again. When she finishes, she steps back, allowing Ahastar to stand up and stretch his body, making sure everything is alright. She speaks as he does so, a low hiss characteristic of raptors, "Hello, Ahastar...You are probably wondering how I know your name. I heard your defiance when the Asian dragon first caught you, and have been sneaking through endless steel hallways looking for you." With a casual flick of her tail, she turns around and beckons, "Come...we must go."
Ahastar still blinks a bit, totally puzzled by what just happened. He can still see his very own blood splattered around the ground, forming features of the soles battering him just moments ago. He doesn't know who that creature is, but she obviously just saved his life. Slowly at first, but quickly gaining pace as his trust rises, he starts to run after the ghostly raptor, following her on her path, unaware of where the way leads him.
The raptor touches a panel in the wall, and a path appears. Beckoning with her tail, she hurries through the passage, and as Ahastar passes through, the steel wall reforms behind him. A synthetic luminescence lights up the passage well enough for both beings to see. As the half demon follows the female raptor through the twisting passages of the maze, questions buzz around in his head. She finally leads him to a small room. "This is where I hid while I was looking for you. We must wait here until the dragon gives up his search. It will not take long for him to regain his strength."
Ahastar beholds the female spurting through the lair of steel, moving doors and passages just by touching the walls...and without using magic it seems! The half demon is utterly confused, but follows in her wake until they finally, after turning around more corners than Ahastar can really count in this confusing labyrinth, reach a distant, hidden chamber. Ahastar nods at the Utahraptor's words...ducking down and holding still. He definitely does not wish to be discovered by this Asian dragon anew.
The sound of Timanth's enraged roaring can be heard echoing through the steel corridors. The raptor touches another panel in the wall, which disappears, "Come. We cannot stay here. Already the dragon searches for us." She vanishes into the dark corridor beyond, not even waiting for Ahastar as she continues slipping through the tight corridors. She runs on, stealing past ventilation grates and glass window, always running, never looking back.
Ahastar breaths fast and flat, his eyes shifting through the ever so unfamiliar room of steel in day clear fear. The harsh, angry roar of the Asian dragon is calling for him, pretty much demanding him to retake his position underpaw...something the half demon does absolutely not intend to do. Still the sight of the strange Utahraptor dazzles him, but apparently..."it" means well with him. Left with no other options but to trust the ghost with his heart, the Raptor follows his kind.
The raptor finally emerges into a room, thousands of feet high and almost as wide. It's unbearably hot and humid, and condensed water dots the walls. The raptor cautions the half demon, "Be careful...this is the dragon's furnace, where he sometimes visits to warm himself up when the land above is cold. It's riddled with dozens of traps, many of which are most...unpleasant. If you follow my footsteps, we can get past without him noticing our passage." She begins to pick her way carefully through the chamber, careful to avoid tripwires stretched nanometers thin and hidden switches imbedded in the floors.
Ahastar enters the new room without actually noticing it at first since a good part of his mind is still trying to work out with the total chaos that was his day so far. Trying to steal a precious treasure, then ending up trampled mercilessly by the first Eastern Dragon he ever saw in his entire life and finally on the heels of an Utahraptor ghost...Ahastar guesses she's a female by now, but he isn't sure due to her ghostly form. That is when he enters the furnace and his jaws drop in sheer amazement! What a TITANIC building! The half demon almost falls down face flat, but manages to bring his feet under his body just in time to listen to his guide's wise words. "Rather unpleasant, heh?"...Ahastar swallows hard at that thought, he has enough of nasty traps for today. His eyes are solidly fixed at the Utah's wake, taking her footsteps in to be copied by his.
The raptor dances through the traps with practiced ease, having done this many times before. As she reaches the center, her steps become more and more intricate. Finally, she reaches the center, where the main heater is. Magma fills the hole below, exuding heat far beyond the regular senses can feel. Her steps barely whisper along the floor as she sidesteps switches and jumps over tripwires. Finally, she reaches the far end of the room and waits for the raptor to catch up.
Ahastar's breathing comes a bit pushed by now, his eyes and skin glistering in the brutal heat that is this room. "Hey...easy on there...one of us is still bond to flesh, you know?" The Raptor can be happy that he is a half demon and thus somewhat resistant to heat, but this place with its open magma streams is a bit much even for him. Ahastar struggles to follow the ghost as precisely as possible, but it's hard for him to even see through the glimmering air. Still, he manages to catch the Utahraptor spirit, nodding to her to show her that he's okay.
The raptor sees that the demon has caught up, and presses another panel in the wall, making a section roll aside and reveal a secret passageway. She leads him one once more, running swiftly to, supposedly, the outside world. As she turns a corner, she allows herself a smile, invisible to the half demon behind her. Yes, master will be most pleased. After all, why go through the trouble of hunting the little demon when he has me? This will be most amusing. She lets the smile fade as she senses Ahastar turning the corner behind her, and cautions, "Be careful, we are approaching his resting quarters. There are even more tripwires and traps here than before."
Ahastar is still a few steps behind the extremely fast Utahraptor ghost, thus he doesn't take notice of her smile, unaware of her mysterious, true intentions. As he finally stands aside her again, he leans to a wall, relaxing and trying to get his breath back while listening to the spirit. "Even...whew...eve MORE traps? What is that dragon? Paranoid or something?" Still, he has no choice. If he wants to escape a terrible fate under the feet of the Asian dragon most certainly still roaming through his hideout, he better follows her guidance.
The raptor pushes open a panel, a simple door this time, revealing a greater cavern than the last. There is no bed, but a giant pedestal lies in the center of the room where the large dragon can curl up on to rest. It is then that the raptor realizes what lies atop the pedestal. Timanth is curled up, but he is not asleep. His pupil less eyes gaze down at the half demon with a piercing glare, and a distinct sneer has formed on his face. The female raptor walks up to him and bows, saying, "I have brought him to you, master." The bronze dragon uncurls, letting his body lengthen, hovering there. "Very good. You may leave, and expect something...special tonight." As the Utahraptor leaves through the panel, Timanth turns his gaze upon the half demon before him. "So, we meet again, Ahastar. You see, no matter how you try to escape, no matter how many times you try, you will always be drawn back inevitably...to me."
Ahastar still follows the Utahraptor through the lair, trusting her to find the right way until suddenly she stops dead on next to a copper mountain. First, the half demon looks around some, apparently searching for the promised exit. It is not before Timanth actually comes to life in front of the Raptor's shocked eyes that he recognizes the Asian beast as what it truly is. Listening to the Utah's words of plotting, Ahastar grits his teeth in rage. "You godforsaken bastard!" His sharp claws snarl out like daggers, trying to claw for the spirit, but indeed cutting through her ghostly form like through thin air. Ahastar beholds her padding off with a sick grin, only just to leave the half demon facing the dragon once more. He slowly tries to walk back into some seemingly safe corner. "Why that? Why this acting? You could have stomped my life out, why did you put on this show?"
Timanth chuckles, "Because, little demon, I have so much planned for you, you can't even imagine it all." With a flick of his mind, chains again bind the half demon to the floor. "I have no wish to kill you. Indeed, I'd have liked to learn about you more...but you see? Certain punishment must be dealt to those who intrude upon my lair. Once I decide that they've been tortured enough, I have my little assistant heal them back to normal. However, they do not leave without a mark upon their very souls."
Ahastar is still moving backwards, knowing that most likely he will get it again now...and hard...and he so doesn't want to! Again chains and collars reach for his limbs, forcing the half demon to hiss out in refusal. "NO! Not again! For fuckssake!" But it doesn't help him a dime, he is grabbed once more by ice cold steel and quickly forced to the ground again, spread eagle and stomach up. He listens to the massive Asian dragon's cruel words. "A mark...on their soul?" And while he still ponders these words, a part of him has to admit that this Eastern beast would have made a great demon.
Timanth turns around, browsing through a glass cabinet, "Now, which one is most suitable for a half-demon, hmm? Ah, just the thing." Turning around, he lets the demon raptor see what he holds in his forepaw. "It is said that demons are creatures of darkness, that the counteracting force to them is light. It is said that once they are branded with light, they are linked forever to the wielder of that light. And it is also said that the wielder can find that demon whenever he wants, isn't that right, my little demon?" Seeing Ahastar's eyes widen, he allows himself a harsh laugh. Carefully reaching up a hind leg, he traces the Light Rune that he held onto his sole, carefully replacing the tool in the cabinet before turning to face the demon raptor, the Rune in his hindpaw glowing with an unearthly light.
Ahastar tries to bite at his chains and collars, but the effort alone is already laughable since the half demon cannot even reach the distance that are his wrists, far less his ankles. He has no other choice but to remain on the lair floor, beholding the gigantic dragon in front of him cradling his tools and telling the Raptor of his ancestors. Indeed, what he says is right. It seems that this dragon has studied a lot of the dark arts that is his home. Ahastar beholds Timanth lifting his massive hindpaw up to his hands, unpleasant memories of it arising in a heartbeat, the slender claws gracefully drawing lines of runic power over the padded sole skin with little effort. It just takes a mere second for the spell to flash out, the shockwaves of its creation biting into Ahastar's bones with bitter realization. The Raptor's lower jaw drops again...that dragon doesn't really intend to do what he fears he will...does he?
Timanth hovers over to the demon raptor, brandishing the light rune on his hindpaw like some sort of weapon. In a way, it is a weapon, against demons and the agents of darkness. He holds his hindpaw over Ahastar's chest, patiently adjusting it's precision so that the rune is placed directly over the center of his chest...And SLAMS his hindpaw down, the spiritual energy of the Light Rune giving his paw an almost unearthly transparency, ripping past mere scales and bone, reaching, reaching...into the very core of the demon raptor itself. The copper dragon can hear the screams of the raptor echoing in the chamber as the runes wrap themselves around his being, linking him eternally to the bronze dragon above him. Light flashes out, making the demon glow luminously. Finally, after agonizing seconds that seemed like years, Timanth withdraws his hindpaw, leaving the light room stamped not only on his chest, but in his heart.
Ahastar looks up at the gigantic hind foot of the Eastern dragon looming above him, truly giving the Raptor the feeling of being a pathetic, little insect lingering next to the creature's paws. It is glowing in arcane light. He swallows hard, beholding it, shaking his snout in a desperate howl. "NO! Please, don't! Kill me if you have to, trample me down if you feel like it, but I beg you, not this!" Yet it does not help him anywhere. A mere eyeblink later, Timanth TRAMPLES his padded foot down hard and deep again. The magic it's burning in lets it step through scales and hide, flesh and muscles, even bones, stomping down into his organs, his heart and lungs. Ahastar SCREAMS in agony, his body shivering and cramping, biting on his lips. He can feel the rune of light rape his dark soul, burning harsh and tight into his cells. It seems to take eons until finally Timanth releases his foot again, leaving a smoking Raptor body on the ground behind, sobbing, shivering, marked with a clear pawprint.
Timanth flicks out his mind again, and the chains release the little raptor. "Go, little demon. As I said, no one steals from me and leaves without a mark. And if you try to steal from me again, I will call to you, and you will come. The magic of the light rune binds you to me now, as inevitable as the chains that bound you to the steel floor. Go, Ahastar, but remember...I can and will find you, no matter how much you run or hide."
Ahastar scampers back on his hands and knees as he is finally freed from the cold steel, but imprisoned by something way more effective. He looks up all the way to the whiskered snout grinning down at him from above, pondering if he should return an angry snarl, even though that would likely earn him in another brutal stomp...but decides to leave it be. He certainly has seen enough of this dragon's feet for one day. Slowly battling himself back up onto his own paws, the dizzy raptor slowly sneaks away, knowing that he was just assigned being a...toy.
Timanth watches as the raptor makes his way slowly to the door. "oh, and one more thing." He summons the sword that Ahastar had been trying to steal out of thin air, gives it a good flip, and tosses it at the raptor, chuckling as he watches him catch it gracelessly. "A gift."
Ahastar looks back over his shoulder as he's spoken to anew. He rather brutally catches the massive sword, which may have something to do with the fact that it was thrown with a few tons of power. He holds it to him, beholding it...before narrowing his eyes and sharply hissing a whispered "Thank you!" into Timanths direction.
Timanth chuckles as he watches the raptor scamper off with his treasure. Lowering his head and coiling back up on the pedestal, he heaves a contented sigh, and, savoring this day, falls back asleep, guarding his lair once more.