Shinies

Flying dirt and rocks swept up clouds of dust. Zepto had been digging for half a day, and he still hadn't found anything. Wearing his scarf over his maw, he kept most of the dust out of the way, but his exposed blue fur had turned grey from the particulate.
His muscles bulged when he angled the warpgrinder, shattering the rocks struck by the heavy tool. Shovelling the resulting dirt aside, his eyes were drawn to a shiny object. It shimmered in the light of his lantern. He picked u[ the chunk of gold, took a good look at it, and tossed it aside. He had no need for such a soft and worthless bauble metal. It was only used by kings and women, and as far as he could tell, he was neither.

The missing gold left a hole in the wall. Fresh air – or rather, less dusty air – swept in through the small opening. His warpgrinder drilled on, breaking off large chunks until the hole was large enough for him to crawl through.
A large tunnel, perpendicular in direction to his, cut through the earth. He tumbled down the steep wall and landed on the floor, sharing his rich vocabulary of skaven profanities with nobody in particular. The things he did for riches and glory.
He rubbed his sore butt, then arose, holding up his lantern. The floor was quite smooth, as if paws had walked here for thousands of years. The tunnel could easily accommodate a warpfire cannon. Great and ancient beings had called these tunnels their home, motivated by forces stronger than good and evil.
He shrugged and started walking.

Here and there a massive paw print adorned the floor, larger than his arm. Massive claw marks stretched along the walls. Far greater creatures than the skaven had walked here. He did not care; it meant he did not have to dig as much. He was above all an opportunist.
His lantern cast distorted shadows when he entered a large cave. Tunnels branched off in many directions. So many choices... He sniffed the air, searching for any indication, only to find it to be quite stale. Whoever had made these tunnels had to be old and weak at this time, if not dead.
After scratching a mark on the tunnel he came from, he continued into the one that shimmered the most to his lantern. If any tunnel was to hide the shinies he sought, it had to be this one.

Traces of gold dust and other precious metals speckled its walls. The occasional shimmering chunk of disappointment brought elation followed by more profanities. They seemed to increase both in frequency and in size. When he turned a corner, he realised he had found their source.
Light coming from his torch cascaded off towering piles of valuables. Tucked away deep inside of the earth, the large cavern housed a gigantic hoard. Piles comprised of large raw ores, solid golden statues, and even long lost regalia reached to the stalactite-rich ceiling. Whoever had made this had a serious hoarding issue, he decided.
Pulling out his shovel, he started digging tirelessly through the nearest pile, only stopping for the occasional green shimmer. His heart skipped a beat when he found a large green gem. The skaven held it in front of his lantern, then mumbled a soft “dirty opaque wannabe-warpstone trash, doesn't even taste good...” when he realised it was jade. He continued his search, violently ripping a large green stone out of a crown, only to find it out to be lousy peridot. Malachite, maw sit sit, green tourmaline, aventurine, and beryl all clattered onto the floor, some bouncing while others burst into a thousand pieces. This hoarder was a fan of worthless knick-knacks.

Heaving and panting from exhaustion, the perturbed skaven slammed his shovel into the ground.
“Who the shit-fuck would fill a cave with junk-trash like this?”
A large slab of uranium glass caught his eye. When he realised it was not the shiny he was looking for, he held it above his head and continued his rant.
“This is the biggest collection of fake warpstone knock-off shit ever, what kind of chump-ass bitch hoarded this?”
He slammed it onto the floor, shattering it into many fragments with a loud crash.

A deep rumble shook the air in the large cave.
Something moved in the corner. Two large emerald orbs revealed themselves, then peered at the curious intruder that was wreaking havoc in a very loud and rude way. The skaven stared back and noticed the bright green glow.
“Finally!” he shouted, dropping his equipment while he ran towards his perceived prize. His prize snarled at him, rearing up, then pounced at the poor skaven, who narrowly dodged the scalie beast. Disappointment because of the lack of warpstone, fear for the towering dragon, and anger at this collection of garbage all fought to take the spotlight in the skaven's mind. The dragon roared at the intruder and swiped, nearly hitting the nimble rodent.
““Nice fucking try, you brainless lizard-thing! Thought ya could creep-sneak up on me like that? I’ll pluck-stab your eyes out!” the skaven shouted while he clambered over a pile, looking for his tools. He swung himself over the peak and slid down the other side, right in time to dodge a massive flame. The big dragon was nonplussed.
Half-molten coins rained down, turning the already slippery landscape into a dangerous one. He turned a few corners, running deeper into the maze of riches, completely lost within seconds. The raging dragon did not help either, slamming into stacks, knocking them over and changing the landscape.
A few tight turns and narrow dodges later, the rat finally found his gear again. With a loud roar, the dragon announced that he had found the skaven as well. Flames spewed forth. The skaven was fast, but he could not outrun the fire. He hid behind a golden statue and watched how the fire consumed his precious gear.
“You worthless beast-thing, you’ll pay for that! you think you’re hot-shit with your lame-ass flame-cough? I’ll get my Skryre pals, we’ll show ya some real fire!”
The dragon roared deafeningly, making the millions of gold coins shake and shiver in fear. A pointy crown rolled past the skaven, who picked it up. When held the right way, it might make a decent weapon. He charged the dragon, holding the crown with the pointy sides forward. The dragon reared up again, exposing his softer yellow underside.
Now was his chance.
Just a few more metres.
Zepto lunged forward... And the dragon came down on top of him with a speed he had not displayed before.
“Were you planning to stab me with that?” a booming voice spoke.
The skaven's head shot up, surprised to hear words returned at him. Squirming under the dragon's weight, the skaven tried to pull himself free. He gave up when he realised he was completely stuck. Another matter was more pressing than the dragon's weight: the dragon spoke! His chances at survival had certainly gone up with this revelation. He only had to be diplomatic about it.
“The lizard-thing speaks, huh? Let me go, or this cave will be crawling with Skyre-rats in no time.”
The dragon did not look particularly convinced, but he lessened his grip for a moment.
“To do what? Break more shinies? You're a lousy thief.”
“Plain simple revenge! No-one kills a skaven and gets away with it. Skaven code of, err… Honour! And yeah, we’ll claim-take your junk too... For what little it’s worth.” The rat wheezed when he saw the perplexed look on the dragon's face.
“This is more wealth than you'll find in plenty of cities. I know, because I've decimated cities and taken all of theirs. Other kingdoms have been wiser and have offered me their prized possessions.”
Slowly pulling himself free and getting up, the skaven inspected the dragon. The feral creature was about his height. His blue scales were slightly darker than the skaven's blue fur. He would have called them marine and azure blue respectively, had skavens had any sense of fashion. The dragon glared. Warpstone-green eyes peered at him, telling him he was allowed to stand there but not run away. Claws tapped the golden floor rhythmically.
“Offerings? Like this crown-thing?”
The dragon nodded.
“And virgins. Heaps of virgins. Droves, even.” The dragon's maw curled up, showing a smug grin.
“Why, 'cause you suck at fucking?” The rat wheezed while the dragon's grin vanished.
“No! It's a cultural thing—”
“You suck at fuck-mating and you don't want them to know.”
Rumbling threateningly, the dragon bared his teeth at the wheezing skaven.
“They keep sending me the wrong ones too. I'm into the princes, not the princess!”
The skaven doubled over, guffawing.
“Let me recap... You suck at sex, and you're a gay-queer? I've found the lair of the fairy dragon,” he said after he caught his breath.
A loud roar told him the dragon did not appreciate his words.
“Allow me to demonstrate where you're wrong,” the dragon replied. He grabbed the crown the skaven was holding and pinched it hard. Force bent the metal through the middle section, shaping the crown into cuffs around the skaven's wrists, and capturing the rodent before he could react. Holding the skaven by the make-shift restraint, the dragon grinned widely once more.
“Let's see if you can use that foul mouth for anything other than yapping.”
* * *
Forced onto his knees, the skaven shot a few more insults at the dragon. He had found himself in quite the kerfuffle. While uncomfortable, the restraints did not hurt. They would be very difficult to get off on his own, though. His chance of escaping was dwindling rapidly.
“Come on, open wide. I bet you can't wait,” the large reptile said as he sat down on his haunches.
“Who's to say I won't bite-nibble?”
“That tent in your pants.”
Ashamed, the skaven tried to hide his crotch with his cuffed paws.
“Hidden dagger.”
“Dagger, meet sword.”
The dragon's blue shaft had a lot in common with the rest of the dragon: it was large, covered in barbs and ridges, quite angry, and apparently ready to spew fire. Like the male it belonged to, it appeared to be unfamiliar with the concept of personal space, considering it was rubbing up against the skaven's cheek.
“Ha! You call that a swo—”
Before the skaven could finish his sentence, the lizard shoved his stiff member into the poor rat's maw. The dragon let out a soft rumble while his willing victim struggled on the cock. More and more slid in, aided by a slick layer of pre-cum. Overwhelmed by the sudden size, the skaven found it difficult to breathe, and he tapped on the dragon's haunches. The taste was not as bad as he expected. He knew better than to bite, and cooperated as well as he could, sucking lightly. His lungs started to burn, longing for air.
A few seconds later, the dragon pulled back a little, allowing the skaven to take a deep breath.
“Not so chatty now, are you?”
The skaven flipped the bird at the dragon in response, who in turn shoved his shaft in nicely deep, enjoying the slick, snug fit. The soft features on the shaft teased the skaven's tongue. His maw responded, suckling lightly on the blue meat, teasing out a few droplets of pre-cum. He retreated a little bit, trying to keep the dragon from breaking his uvula. Sadly, the thick layers of coins made for an awfully slippery floor. He shifted his paws, setting off a miniature cascade, forcing him into a split while the shaft slid further down his throat. This was not ideal. The dragon realised it was not the skaven's intention when he heard muffled protests coming from below, and he pulled out.

Disgruntled, the skaven got up again and stretched his legs.
“Well, that was fun-fun. Can I go now?” A deaf man would have been able to hear the sarcasm in his voice.
“If you thought that was fun, let's keep going!” With a wet slap, the large shaft landed square on the skaven's nose.
“Not what I meant, you stupid beast.”
“Need me to floss your throat with cock again?”
Considering it barely fit in two thirds of the way, the skaven shut up.
“That's more like it,” the dragon continued, enjoying the silence. He tugged on the skaven's clothes, digging his claws into them.
“What are you doing?”
“I'm going to mount you.”
This was too much.
“Bad dragon! You're not putting that up my ass!” the skaven shouted while shaking his fist at the lizard, and he started to leg it.

Running away, he realised how much of a game of cat and mouse this chase was. The dragon jumped from stack to stack, eyeing him from above. He did not stand much of a chance, especially with the cuffs holding his paws in place. It was quite a chore to find the exit again. By the time he had spotted it, a massive dragon forced the air out of his lungs. Claws dug into his clothes and ripped them apart, exposing the rat's rear.
“Kings quake before me, emperors get on their knees. It's time to teach you some manners.”
Forcing the smaller male to get on all fours while pinning his upper body down, the big dragon gave the skaven's ass a firm spank, watching it jiggle. Silencing the skaven with a paw around his muzzle, he assumed position on top, grinding under the rat tail. Grumbling loudly, the skaven tried to wiggle free, but the big dragon was far too insistent. There was no getting out of this one. The firm tip prodded under his tail, poking at the entrance. Underneath, the skaven tried to relax for what he knew was coming. It would be better to be cooperative for once.
The dragon went with the ease of an experienced virgin-fucker, eagerly using the skaven with his saliva-slickened shaft. A deep rumbling noise above the skaven notified him that at least one of the two was having fun. Zep refused to admit it, but his own cock was quite stiff and ready as well.
Stupid traitor standing proudly between his legs.
His shaft twitched when the dragon's barbed prick gave his prostate a gentle nudge. There was no way he'd ever admit he was feeling any pleasure at all. When the dragon lessened his grip on the skaven's maw, the rodent could speak again.
“Is it in yet?”
A firm thrust of the massive shaft notified him that it was indeed very much in. Barbs and ridges ran past his poor prostate, stimulating it deeply.
“Look at you, taking it like a pro. I can tell what your vocation is back home.”
Protesting, the rat clenched firmly on the dragon, making the larger male emit a loud rumble.
The dragon seemed to be unfamiliar with the concept of foreplay, going straight to a firm rutting, thrusting and forcing his shaft in little by little. Nonetheless, he made sure to not go too fast, allowing the rat to get used to the sizeable male up his tailhole. He held still at the halfway point, allowing the skaven to catch is breath for a few seconds. Before the skaven could abuse his moment of peace with more verbal teasing, the dragon shoved his blue length in deeper once more. The big beast was getting rougher. A paw held the skaven's upper body down, while the shaft up his ass forced him to keep that part perked up.
The skaven was trying to plan his revenge, but the big dragon was rudely distracting him with the firm thrusts. He could feel how the barbs and ridges brushed against his sensitive walls. He was unable to reach between his legs because of the cuffs, so all he could do to help himself was angle his hips, hoping to maximise the prostate stimulation. The large dragon sped up, and the skaven could feel how he went in deeper still.

When he finally slid all the way inside, the dragon grinned triumphantly. Zep could feel the dragon's balls slap against his taint with every deep thrust. Meanwhile, deep inside, the firm pounding confused his prostate into leaking a lot of pre, which dripped out of the skaven's cock, onto the pile of gold. Little waves of pleasure translated in soft moans. He hoped the dragon could not hear them.
Paws held on to him while his tailhole was stretched beyond what he deemed possible. The initial pain had subsided, and he was actually starting to get into it. Thrusts shook his body back and forth. Loudly grunting on top of him, the dragon was really enjoying it. He could swear the big scalie was leaking a lot of pre inside of him, making him quite slick, and allowing for an even harder mounting.
It was not going to last much longer, though. Under his tail, something massive was starting to ram against his backdoor, pulling the skaven out of his sex trance.
“Ready for the knot?” the dragon asked between lustful moans.
“Won't fit! Pull out-out!” Panic set in when the skaven realised what was about to break his tailhole in two.
“No, I don't think I will.” With that announcement, the dragon doubled his speed, ramming hard into the skaven, and shaking him to and fro. He tried to clench as hard as he could, digging his paws into the coin-floor. He was going to try to resist the big beast.
Thrusts followed each other in quick succession. The skaven realised he had an issue. His legs were starting to slip, as the coins were giving way once more. He had to resist, but his paws were moving in opposite directions once more. The rocking motion did not help him either, and to make matters worse, the knot was slipping in a bit more with each hump.
With a yelp, his paws slipped away. In the moment of lapsing attention, the dragon thrust hard, finally managing to force the fat knot into the rat's poor rear, tying with him. The skaven's lower body dangled from the dragon's knot while the rest of the cock throbbed hard deep inside of him. He could feel it twitch against his prostate. With a loud roar, the dragon announced he had reached his climax. Spurts of hot seed coated the rat's insides white. The firm throbs set off his treacherous prostate, making him shoot as well, spurting cum all over the floor. The dragon ground hard into the male, and while he skaven shot his essence all over the ground, the dragon refilled his stocks from behind.
The large brute collapsed on top of the skaven when he was done, panting and rumbling softly.
* * *
It took a while, but the knot finally came out. Wiping off the seed on the regalia of some long lost dynasty, the skaven cleaned himself as well as he could. His legs were quite shaky and refused to cooperate. Sitting down again, he looked up at the dragon.
“The fuck's your name, anyway? Something dumb with twenty consonants? Crxhfddfhfhfhbfbfb?”
Sitting down, the dragon puffed up his chest and struck a majestic pose.
“I am Raugh.”
“Yeah, you're rough all right. You made-made that point quite clear,” Zepto said while rubbing his ass.
“Don't mock me, rat-man. Dragons are the rightful rulers of the world. Our scales are impervious, our fire burns brighter than the sun, and our names are an ancient tradition—”
Sensing a lore rant of an hour, Zepto interrupted the dragon.
“You're not half bad at fuck-mating.”
Raugh raised an eyeridge at the audacious rat, then nodded.
“Agreed!” the dragon replied, wagging his tail contentedly. He pried open the crown-cuffs, releasing the skaven. “So what do you say if we make this a regular thing?”
The skaven wheezed loudly.
“Fuck no!”
The dragon frowned.
“But that was nice!”
“To you, maybe. To my butt, not so much.”
“You're fine, you can still walk!”
“Barely.” Zepto scoured the nearby piles for clothing articles, trying to fashion himself something he could wear for when he got back home. He then continued to talk.
“If you’re that eager, perhaps we could strike some sorta bargain-deal?”
The dragon perked his earfins.
“I'm listening.”
“What if I bring along horny guys you can fuck-hump?”
Behind him, the dragon's tail flicked slowly.
“Sounds good. What's in it for you?”
“ They're gonna have to pay someone to guide-lead them through the tunnels safely, don't they? And then some more to carry them back, heh-heh. For a small surcharge, I'll even vouch-swear that they did indeed survive a close-quarter encounter with a dragon!” the skaven said, rubbing his paws together. He'd get some warpstone out of this misadventure after all. Raugh gave it some thought and nodded slowly.
“And their other shinies are mine?”
“Sure, keep the worthless trash, what do I care.”
Wearing some makeshift garments, Zepto grinned widely.
“You get laid, I get paid. Deal?”
“Deal.”