Piccolo's REALLY bad night
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama, not me,
and I make no money from this at all.
Notes: Squicky Scary Sue
Piccolo was
spending a quiet night meditating, over a large rock by his falls, when
something warm and soft pressed itself against the back of is neck. Yelling, he
landed on the rock below him with a thud, and scrambled back, to see-
What looked
to be a petite, fine boned dragon looking at him quizzically.
The Namek
looked at it, frowning, wondering what it was doing here. Dragons usually left
him alone… though, even in the dim light, he had to admit this was a very
pretty one.
Unlike the
Hiyaa dragon, this one was slender and muscled, with some faint scars from
fighting. There was no baby fat like on that little monster here… Its scales
were fine as sand and glimmered faintly in the starlight…
For some
reason, Piccolo was curious to see what the rest of it looked like. Gathering
up some wood, he placed it in a pile and lit it, blinking as the flames burst
out, and made a questioning noise.
The dragon
was now sitting across from him, on the other side of the fire, stretched out
like a cat. It was a lovely, burnished gold, with red horns and talons, which
flexed as he looked at them. Its- no, her wings were huge, even while folded to
her back. He could tell it was a she from the ways she was laying… and for some
reason he wanted to blush.
Her head
was also large enough to house a good-sized brain, he noted absently. She was
easily his size, maybe a little larger. Her eyes were pale yellow green, not
like anything he'd seen before…and they were watching him, dilated. The wide
jaw of her muzzle dropped, giving him an excellent view of her teeth, which she
licked absently.
"HOLY-" he
yelled, backing away quickly, and falling on his back as she was just suddenly
THERE in front of him, knocking him on his rump like he was a kitten.
Now he had
too good a view of her face, which was gently snuffling him, down his face, and
down to his neck.
Oddly, her
skin, while scaled, was silky smooth, and was bare around the nose. He felt
hysterical laughter bubble up when he realized it tickled. There was the barest
nip of teeth as she worked her way down, worrying at the cloth of his gi.
"She hasn't
hurt me," he said aloud, confused as the dragon continued sniffing him. Then he
heard the cloth start to rip, as the dragon delicately started to pull it from
his body. Eyes wide, Piccolo didn't move as the dragon's long tongue licked
down his chest, warm and wet, to the belt of his gi- which met the same fate as
his top.
"DEAR
KAMI!" he gasped, as that long, forked tongue found its way around his manhood-
which, despite the shock his mind was in, started to respond.
Abruptly,
the stunned Namek figured out what was happening to him.
"This…
dragon… is trying to MATE with me?" he gasped, trying to get away. No such
luck, though… He wasn't going to get away; not with THAT piece of anatomy in
her mouth.
Cursing, he
wanted to struggle, but the dragon would growl every time he tried to move, and
add more pressure, in the most painful of places, when he did. Of course, that
didn't help the fact that his body was becoming more and more aroused, despite
his mental disgust with the matter. How the hell did this dragon know he liked being
pinned?
Closing his
eyes, he moaned, his hips arching against his will, as the dragon pulled off
him, and rested her full body weight over his chest.
The part
he'd been dreading arrived… and he was helpless to do anything about it.
That didn't
stop his scream of pleasure as his manhood was plunged into tight heat.
"Oh, Kami,"
he panted, his long nails biting into the thick hide of the creature above him.
"I'm being raped by a dragon and I like it!'
Apparently
the dragon was too- soft breathing and grunts were heard as the pace increased
for both of them. Neither wanted to prolong this- and Piccolo came quickly,
arching into the body of the scaled female above him.
Then he
shivered as he felt the dragon's climax- which was a soft, deep growl in his ear.
She pulled off him, and he fell backwards, too spent to move. A warm body then
curled up next to him, and he was asleep, despite the fact he wanted to take a
really, really long bath.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The morning
sun struck Piccolo's eyes, making him flinch away. Rolling over, he was about
to fall back asleep, when he heard…
"HOLY SHIT!
What the hell did I do last night?" screamed a feminine voice, and he sat up,
immediately remembering the events of last night, feeling sick at his stomach.
However,
instead of the petite dragon he remembered from the night before, he was next
to a female- well, at first glance she seemed human. She was about a foot
shorter than himself, with deep red hair, yellow green eyes, and golden skin.
Then he blinked, rubbing his eyes.
Her skin
was covered in scales.
Her hands
and feet were too powerful to be human, with wicked talons extruding from the
fingers and toes. Her scales made a sort of natural armor, which was good,
because otherwise, she'd be naked.
"You, YOU
are that dragon that fucked me last night?" he yelled, his eyes bulging.
"You aren't
a dragon," she said, looking lost. "But you smelled like one. What happened?"
Piccolo
shook his head.
"What the
hell were you doing, pinning me?" he yelled back, getting in her face as she
lurched backwards.
"I HAVE NO
IDEA! I just remember… not much…"
Piccolo
groaned, and the girl put her head in her hands.
"Dammit- I
haven't been keeping track, stupid, stupid STUPID!" she screamed, and got to
her feet and ran off.
Piccolo
looked at her fleeing back, and snarled, following her.
Should I continue this, or end it here?
Larania