THIS FIC CONTAINS NONCON AND OTHER TRIGGERS. You have been warned. This sort of started out as a complete crack pairing thanks to Martin Freeman as Bilbo and Benedict Cumberbatch as Smaug, but it turned into something a lot more serious. The italicized paragraphs at the beginning are direct quotes from J. R. R. Tolkien's The Hobbit. In case you're interested, it comes from chapter twelve, "Inside Information". If you're wondering what Smaug looks like, I got my inspiration from this fanart on 4chan. NWS and I'm not sure who to credit them to. If you know, please tell me. Thanks! images. images.

"I might have guessed it," said Bilbo. "Truly there can nowhere be found the equal of Lord Smaug the impenetrable. What magnificence to possess a waistcoat of fine diamonds!"

"Yes, it is rare and wonderful indeed," said Smaug, absurdly pleased. The dragon rolled over. "Look!" he said. "What do you say to that?"

"Dazzlingly marvelous! Perfect! Flawless! Staggering!" exclaimed Bilbo aloud.

After he had seen that Mr. Baggins' one idea was to get away. "Well, I really must not detain Your Magnificence any longer," he said, "or keep you from much needed rest. Ponies take some catching, I believe, after a long start. And so do burglars," he added as a parting shot, as he darted back and fled.

Most unfortunately for the young hobbit, he had anything but a long start, and Smaug had been expecting trickery. There was an enormous poof of red smoke, and the fire drake vanished from his bed of gold, reappearing just in front of the tunnel that lead to safety. His appearance, however, had changed. Instead of the enormous beast that had vanquished Dale in a single day, he had shrunk somewhat to the size of a man. Horns were mounted atop his head amidst black hair, his body coated with dark red scales, and his wings flared menacingly to the side, his wingspan enough to make even the great Eagles envious. His face was that of a man's, with high cheekbones and a prominent nose.

For dragons, you see, possess their own type of magic, a very rare and somewhat weak ability, but just enough for them. Poor Bilbo was caught completely off guard, running straight into the dragon and falling on his back. The magic ring slipped from his finger, clinking as it bounced into an enormous pile of gold coins. With a sinking heart, the hobbit knew that he would never see the little band of gold again.

He had other things to worry about just at this moment, however. The humanoid Smaug stood before him, his wicked black eyes shining with delight. Bilbo was very much visible to him now.

"Barrel-rider," he hummed. His eyes never left the little hobbit. "And what, pray tell, are you? Certainly no Man or Elf, but nor are you Dwarf, or Orc, or Goblin." Bilbo was too frightened to respond. Smaug grinned a toothy grin, a clawed hand stroking his cheek.

"Speak, Thief, or I shall have your tongue right out of your mouth."

All Bilbo's clever words had left him. It was all he could do to stutter out words, let alone a lie. "H-hobbit," he squeaked. "I'm a hobbit."

A puff of smoke escaped from Smaug's nostrils, and he continued his terrible smile, now pacing circles around his prey. Bilbo debated escape, but his legs were shaking too much beneath him and he doubted he could get far without the drake catching him. Not that it mattered much. He supposed Smaug would eat him up all the same.

"I have never tried hobbit before," the dragon said thoughtfully, his tail dragging behind him. "Though you wouldn't make much more than a morsel, however tasty you may be."

Not for the first time, Bilbo thought for his armchair by the fire, with the tea kettle whistling merrily. He wished to be anywhere else, even deep in the heart of the Misty Mountains with all the goblins and nasty creatures there. To think, he had gotten this far, only to die like this. He swallowed. He hadn't thought to say a proper farewell to any of the dwarves. He much doubted he would get the chance now.

Smaug had stopped pacing, and was looking over the hobbit in such a way that made him very uncomfortable. Something finalized in those dark, cruel eyes and Bilbo's heart leapt into his throat. He's decided what to do with me.

"Perhaps there are other uses for hobbits," Smaug purred. There was a flash of movement, and before Bilbo could make sense of anything he was flat on his back on the cold floor, the half-man, half-beast crouched on his chest, leaning over him. Bilbo shuddered as a long, red tongue flickered across his cheek, tasting him.

"What's wrong, little thief? I had so enjoyed our conversation. It has, after all, been some time since I have had company."

The hobbit tried to speak or squirm out from beneath him, but the dragon held him firmly. "You should have never stolen from me," Smaug informed him. Something sharp pricked at Bilbo's chest, and he realized with a thrill of horror that the dragon was slicing right through his shirt with a sharp claw.

"Thieves ought to be punished."

A burst of flame from Smaug's nostrils, and Bilbo's shirt was nothing but ashes. His heart was racing as his trousers too were stripped away and incinerated. Cheeks red with shame, the hobbit tried his best to slip out of his opponent's grasp, but there was nothing for it. Smaug was much too strong, even in his half-dragon shape as he was.

"Shh…it'll only be worse if you struggle."

Bilbo trembled uncontrollably as he felt that wicked tongue again, closing his eyes as tightly as he could and trying to imagine none of this was happening. It lapped over his body, focusing on the sensitive little nubs on his chest. Despite himself, it wasn't long before the hobbit's nipples were flushed and hard.

He couldn't watch. It was easier to pretend nothing was happening, though the hot breath on his skin and the tongue along with it had his body reacting. Blood rushed south, his limp member starting to stir with unwanted arousal. A cry of frustration burst from his lips and he struggled desperately.

"Open your eyes, little hobbit," the dragon insisted, and although Bilbo did his best to fight it, his eyelids flickered open. The spell of the dragon was taking hold of him.

"Please," he whispered. "Please let me go. Please."

Smaug smiled, his tongue brushing across the hobbit's cheek in an almost affectionate way. He was positioning Bilbo's body now, his tail lashing this way and that as he nudged his legs apart. "Thieves must be punished," he explained, in the voice a parent would use with a naughty child. "How will you learn your lesson if it is not taught to you?"

Bilbo whimpered as a black claw traced down his body. Death was better than this. He took back all his thoughts from earlier. He would rather be roasted alive than this. "I'm sorry," he choked out. "I won't ever steal again, never ever. I'm a rubbish burglar anyway, please. K-kill me, I deserve it."

The dragon listened to his plea, an unreadable look on his strange Man face. "I am sure I will kill you eventually," he said finally. "Though not just yet."

He was about to start on a fresh argument, but Smaug was tired of listening. Bilbo felt something brush where it certainly shouldn't, and a moment later he knew nothing but searing pain. He cried out and struggled and sobbed, but the thief's misery brought the wyrm nothing but dark pleasure. Forcing the hobbit's legs apart further, he plunged inside him. Bilbo screamed, his nails scraping desperately at the stone floor. His poor body had never been abused like this, and he was incredibly tight around Smaug's large cock. The dragon thrummed in pleasure, smoke issuing out of his nostrils.

A few rough thrusts, and there was enough blood to ease the slide of muscle. Bilbo was sobbing and panting for breath, his body trembling with revulsion as he felt Smaug stretch out his insides far more than they were meant to stretch. He wanted to look away, to close his eyes, but he found for some reason that he just couldn't. He watched with horror as the beast took him, using and abusing his body with rough movements and pleasured groans. Faster he moved, impaling the poor hobbit deep and making him cry out even louder. There was a flicker of pleasure with each hard thrust for Bilbo, but the sensation disgusted him and he focused instead on the agonizing pain of his body stretching around the intrusion.

It felt like years before Smaug had fulfilled his pleasure. Bilbo's screams had died down to uncontrollable sobbing when he felt the dragon release, which triggered a fresh scream and a spasm from the hobbit. He was half-delirious with the pain, and even when Smaug left him be with a satisfied hum and a stroke of his tongue across the hobbit's cheek, Bilbo could still feel the enormous thing inside him. He curled up on his side, shivering from cold and revulsion, still crying into the cold stone. It was a long time before darkness finally took him.