As seems to be a pattern by now, Ravyn wakes up slowly. He doesn't have to open his eyes to notice how thoroughly ravaged his body has been. Passive, deep aches run through him, and inflamed tissue throbs with each heartbeat throughout his battered organs. The pain runs to his very core, and if he puts together the monumental energy and effort to move a single inch, it intensifies immediately in vitriolic retaliation.

He doesn't sit up, but he manages to crack his little eyes open and peer around with blurry vision at the room. Well dressed men celebrate his survival, and those who'd wagered that the rape he'd prior endured would kill him mutter bitterly to themselves.

Still, the atmosphere is jovial, cheerful, and extravagant. It's a stark contrast for the deeply wounded and violated child who enjoys no festivities. But what else is new?

The life he once had as an innocent and happy little dragon feels as though it were just a fleeting dream.

"If you have not had an eye on him yourself," the party's caprine host speaks into a microphone, "Our little guest here has survived!"

"We still have a few bets left to settle now, gentlemen," the host continues, "So for many of you, there is still more at stake. Most notably, who the father is going to be~ That will be the gentleman given the honor of having first pick, should he want to purchase the toy for himself."

As if on cue, Ravyn feels a light kick in his belly. On completing the herculean task of raising up his head a bit, he glances his own tummy. It's huge. His bloated tummy is nearly the size of his entire body, and it seems to still be growing.

"Of course, ordinarily it'd be quite a few months before we could call anything for certain, but we do have certain means~ It's incredible what modern medicine can do to encourage swift gestation," the host announces, "Now, I don't think we much need a pregnancy test, given all of you fine gentlemen do possess functioning eyes, but the species of our guest's upcoming offspring remains very much up in the air."

Men taunt and poke at Ravyn's belly while the child can only groan in pain. Some pose with him for photos or lean in to tell their friends they think it might be their own kid growing inside him.

As Ravyn's pregnancy continues to develop and increase in size, though, doubts surface as to if it's a baby he's having at all. Soon, it's quite plain that he's going to be birthing something much larger in size.

Two people wheel in ultrasound equipment, though the more his belly bulges, the less necessary it becomes. Still, a cool gel is rubbed over the little feather dragon's front, and the assistants click on the machine.

"Wha... What's that? What're you doin'?" Ravyn's woozy voice manages to ask.

He isn't given any response. Passive aches and pains prevent him from trying to prompt them again.

The image on the machine isn't the most clear, rendered as a slightly abstract monochrome visage of what it's able to detect. Still, it's more than apparent what's happened. Stretching out Ravyn's belly is a gradually gestating foal.

Some of the gathered attendees of the depraved event gasp slightly. The few who'd bet on just this happening wave their hats and cheer. Chatter fills the room, though those closest to Ravyn don't hesitate to prey upon his suffering for a bit of extra amusement.

SLAP

"Didn't take you for a brood mare, but here we are," a fox speaks into the whimpering boy's ear.

Several other surrounding men take similar jabs at him, often simultaneously reaching a hand to grope at whatever sensitive parts of the boy they can reach around his interspecies pregnancy. Ravyn struggles to do anything but groan in pain and put on exactly the show that's desired of him.

Still, he's largely out of commission for their toying with for the time being. Given his frail condition and the expectation that he will be sold off, he isn't available for the rougher types of rape the men enjoy. Ravyn is lucky enough for the bulk of the vile attention to be diverted now to the little bunny girl, off somewhere still being offered not a moment to mourn for her recently digested brother. 

The thought of what's happening to her doesn't hurt much less than his aching body, though. Ravyn tries to find somewhere else to latch his attention onto.

"Now then, given the paternity has been blatantly established, it is my pleasure to give the owner of the responsible stallion the opportunity to purchase the boy thereby impregnated. Might a certain dragonic acquaintance of mine step forward?" the host calls out.

Ravyn listens in to the proceedings, though they only serve to fill him with dread.

The man who purchases him is a dragon with red scales and vibrant yellow eyes. He's not entirely dissimilar to Ravyn, though he lacks feathers. He could be a distant uncle from appearance alone, though he's no one Ravyn has ever met before today.

A hefty sum with an amount of digits that makes Ravyn's head spin just to try to wrap his little head around is happily handed over. The man gives Ravyn a certain smile and a devilish wave, and not long after, the boy is wheeled away somewhere.

The back room. The place all the animals that hurt and raped him came from. Ravyn hadn't even realized that he'd woken up on a gurney, but now it hauls him past rows of kennels and cages and frightening sounds and animals that try their hardest to lash out between their bars. The meager man who'd attended Ravyn prior is in a similar cage, and he only briefly looks up with a haunted stare as the boy is rolled past.

Eventually, Ravyn comes to a room with big hanging adjustable lights and strange equipment. He's a bit young to identify it as an operating room, but it reminds him of a dentist's office. Having cavities filled doesn't sound as bad as it used to with what he's been forced to survive.

SMACK

The man rolling the cart slaps Ravyn on the shoulder. It's hard enough to hurt, though in his condition, that doesn't mean much. The little dragon is able to make out a canine face on the man. He begins unpacking sharp tools without a word, and he doesn't seem to bother putting on any scrubs or even a mask for whatever he's about to do.

A woman with feline features appears from the corner of the room and approaches the pair.

"What're the complications with— Oh," the lioness says as she looks over the tortured boy.

"They got him pregnant with a foal, poor fucker. C section should do the job. Won't be easy, but..." the canine trails off as he notices Ravyn beginning to convulse on the table, "Well... maybe we won't be doing that."

"It hurts— It hurts! What's it doing? What's my body doing?" Ravyn cries out.

Already, a steady trickle of blood is running from his cunt.

"Alright, Alexa, blood transfusion. Get on it now. This is going to get bad. I mean, they've probably put bigger things through him today, but y'know. Still."

The assistant scoffs while the canine doctor keeps his eye on his unfortunate patient.

"You're going to feel a lot of things, just try to push it out. We'll fix whatever breaks, but there's a horse in your womb, and we need it out. Alright?" the doctor instructs the boy.

Ravyn is in no state to really process any instructions, but his little body is already exerting plenty of force by virtue of how grotesquely stretched out it's become.

SCHLRRRK SPLATTER

Two hooves sprout from the little dragon's snatch. A spray of blood coats the wall. Ravyn screams.

SQURK TEAR

The doctor grabs hold and works to pull out the not-quite-born equine as quickly as possible. Ravyn's vision fails from the stress and pain, but he remains awake. Each convulsion as his battered body attempts to birth the animal strains all of his countless injuries from the extensive abuse he's endured.

He doesn't even feel the needles poking into him as the assistant sets to work.

SPLRRFCH RIIIIIIIP

The foal is already kicking, though the doctor's firm grip keeps it from causing much damage. Its legs were so much more than Ravyn's young cunt could possibly handle, but its flank practically tears his whole front open.

SPLRRRTCH GUSH SPLASH

Ravyn tries to scream, but the pitch isn't one his throat can reach and the air he needs isn't with him. With the animal's widest portion free, the rest rapidly follows, and in the next moment, with a deluge of blood, a newly born foal is lying panicked and confused on the floor.

The doctor works quickly to stitch up the most grotesque of Ravyn's injuries. It almost seems pointless with how many incisions will need to be made to repair all the damages to the boy's insides, but closing up the rough wound is all that can be done to keep him alive for another few moments.

"It's a miracle he's even still breathing," the nurse watches Ravyn's vital signs slowly move from 'verge of death' to 'concerning'.

The doctor looks down at the kid. Ravyn's body is soaked in his own blood, bruised in countless places, and has dried flakes of shit left here and there between his feathers. His face is contorted in agony.

"If his survival is a miracle, the man upstairs is a sick fuck," the doctor says simply.

"You're the one with the scalpels," his assistant responds.

The canine smiles a bit, "Didn't say I was much better, did I?"

Ravyn chokes out heavy breaths between deep sobs that shake his entire body. Neither of the dubious medical professionals acknowledge him much, at least not as his own person.

"Well... vitals are looking... acceptable," the feline states.

"Good to hear. We can keep pace, then. There's your real miracle: deliver a horse then finish operating on time to send this kid to his new home tonight," the doctor grabs a scalpel and moves forward.

Every second of the following hour is a slow, painful crawl forward. Ravyn's injuries are extensive, and while he isn't expected to be in perfect health when he's brought home tonight, he's been paid for and is expected to survive to suffer more abuse.

Nearly every inch of the little dragon's body is cut open. Numerous incisions are made all across him, and practiced but not kind hands reach in to fix him up. Organs are mended. Bones are set right. Rips and tears inside of him are carefully patched back up.

It all hurts, and the whole time, Ravyn is lost trying to understand any of the words the doctor exchanges with his assistant. He probably wouldn't be able to follow even if he were lucid enough to really listen.

The only time a word is said to him is when the doctor needs him to move a certain way, though he always ends up adjusting Ravyn's posture himself, much to the boy's anguish.

Eventually, the last cut is made, though as far as the boy is concerned, there could be hundreds more to follow. The doctor addresses the last of the major concerns in his battered form, and Ravyn is stitched back up.

"I'd give you the spiel about not picking at your stitches, but I don't think you can even hear me, and you'll be tied up for your new owner soon anyway," the doctor says in Ravyn's general direction, "Have fun at your new home, kid~"

Still whimpering in pain and not at all lucid, the assistant wheels Ravyn off again. The boy is carried through the winding back halls where all the demented instruments of cruelty are housed or otherwise facilitated.

While he's moved along, he has time to think. Not that he's been actively focusing on anything prior, but he's at least in little enough pain to have a real, conscious thought now. That surprises him a little.

Everything in the boy's body hurts in new ways, but of the awful pains he felt before, though they certainly aren't gone, the worst aren't plaguing him in quite the same way. It's the closest thing to relief he can remember experiencing.

Ravyn thinks he's glad those pains have stopped. He silently wishes the rest would stop, too.

But he isn't given much time to rest. It's only a matter of moments before he's in some other shady room lined with big rolling doors. The little dragon still isn't moving much, but while he takes in his surroundings, adults tie him up firmly.

"So who's this kid going to?" someone who Ravyn is pretty sure is currently tying his hands behind his back speaks to the lioness who'd wheeled him in.

"Hell if I know," the assistant replies, "I think his name is 'Ravine' or something. Got sold to another dragon. Check the chart."

Soft footsteps move away while the rest of Ravyn's limbs are carefully secured.

The gruff man who'd bound him is a large donkey, now that Ravyn can get a better glimpse of him. The donkey hefts him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to carry him, and Ravyn lets out a yelp. It doesn't hurt quite as bad as he'd expected, but it's still painful.

The man's hooves clop on the concrete floor as he moves to check something or other on one wall of the room.

"Aiden Willard, huh?" the donkey asks, "Yeah, good luck~"

With a cruel, coarse laugh, the man carries Ravyn away.

The process of getting him from this room to his new apparent owner is more complicated than it needs to be. An unnecessary number of hand-offs keep the rich from having to so much as look any of the less fortunate people involved in the eye, and of course their refined personal assistants aren't wont to do so either.

Eventually, Ravyn is shuffled into a very elegantly decorated hall, where the dragon who'd bought him is waiting patiently.

The boy is too light headed to pay much attention to the conversation that follows. He just knows that soon enough, a clawed hand lifts him uncomfortably by his arm and carries him out to a very shiny car, in which he's placed into a cramped, undersized trunk for the journey home.

THUNK

Sunlight is taken from him again as the trunk of the car closes over top of him, and another moment treats the little boy to the sound of an engine firing up. It has a very distinctive and powerful purr to it.

The little dragon can't move to brace himself for any motion as the car sets off. There's no way for him to know where he is or where he's going. It doesn't particularly matter when he knows roughly what the destination will be like: more torture and more abuse.

Soon enough, Ravyn falls asleep. Uncomfortable as his position is, his body is yearning desperately for real rest. True sleep that isn't the result of being knocked forcibly unconscious is something he's in dire need of.

For some indiscernible amount of time, the boy finally gets it.

He wakes up the next morning somewhere soft. Amazingly soft. He almost feels as though he's floating, yet receiving a warm hug at the same time. The continued dull aches prod at him, but the comfort is something he can't remember ever feeling before. He almost feels happy.

Then, something touches his cheek.

Ravyn opens his eyes to take in his surroundings through the dim light of a fancy looking lamp on a nightstand. Between it and him, something eclipses its light. A man is there, with a head not shaped too differently to his own.

The man's eyes seem to glow with warm colors.

"Morning, wifey~" a rumbly voice says.

Ravyn is in a bed. It's the most comfortable bed he's ever been in, which is probably because it belongs to someone so unfathomably wealthy that the digits in the man's net worth would be more than Ravyn could meaningfully comprehend or describe as anything other than 'really big'.

The boy's feathers are clean, too. It's a somewhat subtle thing, but now that he has his feathers cleaned of flakes of scat and torn off scabs and dried up fluids, he feels amazing.

Minus the pain.

He's been made suitable for keeping in bed with his new owner, but that extends only as far as keeping him alive and making sure he doesn't make a mess of the sheets. Ravyn, though, isn't sure if anything could even be done about his pain. Regardless, no pain killer of any sort is in his systems.

Maybe, just maybe he's safe now. Maybe he'll be taken care of here.

Ravyn misses his mommy and daddy, but if he can stop hurting, maybe that'll be enough.

"Cute little thing~" the larger dragon says, "I'm sure you'll breed real tough race horses for me, little brood mare~ Takes a hardy mommy to survive what we put you through."

Ravyn quivers in fear and sniffles a bit, though by now he's spent so much time crying that the mortal terror isn't enough to breach the threshold for real tears anymore.

"Good. Don't start crying on my bed. Just had these sheets washed," the man says before leaning in closer.

"Hope you enjoyed yesterday, little toy," the dragon smiles a cruel smiles, "Consider all that just a taste test of the rest of your life~"

PLAP PLAT PLAPT

Ravyn is surrounded by three men. Two are spitroasting him while the third gropes his body. He looks up at the red scaled dragon face fucking him with a pitiful expression, but he gets only an amused and aroused smile in return.

PLAT PLAP PAP

"C'mon, kid, make this hand useful," the man not currently penetrating the boy says while gripping Ravyn by the wrist and pulling his hand toward his cock.

Ravyn groans with the pain the forced motion brings him, but his suffering doesn't seem to be much of a concern to anyone around him.

PAT PLAFT PLAPT

"Nice of you to invite us to play with your new bitch," a gruff voice comes from behind Ravyn with routine pauses for moans and breaths, "Thinking of making this a repeat type of deal?"

"Oh, when I'm not using him as breeding stock, I might~ If he survives a couple months, I may just have something planned at my summer home," the boy's owner replies.

The remaining man is too busy forcing Ravyn to give him a hand job to weigh in on the conversation.

The little boy groans.

FBLRRRFFFFBLLLRRRRRT

Ravyn is kneeling on the floor at the foot of a very nice bed. A towel is laid out beneath him to keep the finely polished hardwood below spotless. With his wrists tied behind his back, an awful taste strikes his maw.

Ravyn gags, but he still tries to swallow the filth that's being dumped into him. His view is dominated by a red, scaly tail and the backside of the man who'd bought him.

BLRRRRRFFFFT FBLRRRR PLORRBLLRRTTTTTGHRPPH

The man's head ducks down slightly, and his eyes squeeze closed as he grunts with effort. Another dense, disgusting log is forced out of his rectum directly into Ravyn's gullet. The little boy wants to scream and vomit, but fear of retribution keeps him obedient.

The man turns his head to glance down behind his shoulder at Ravyn. A sadistic glint shines in his eye.

FBLRRR BLORRPHFFFFGGGTTTTT PLRRRPPTTTTTT

The little dragon's stomach bulges. His eyes water from the rancid taste and feeling of it all.

His knees ache, the ropes chafe his wrists, and his jaw is feeling sore. None of it really parses as more than background noise to the awful feeling he still endures, however. The mind-numbing, unbearable sensation of the hot, damp turds sliding slowly down his throat is something he doesn't think he could ever get used to.

He'll be forced to in time.

SMACK WHACK CRACK

Ravyn screams. He's cornered in the living room with his back pressed into the crook between two walls. Fist and claw come down on him repeatedly, and the sounds they make combined with how badly they hurt make Ravyn scared something in him is breaking.

He doesn't want to have to see another mean doctor to fix his insides.

SLAP TEAR SMACK

He falls over, beginning to sob, and instinctively brings up his hands to cover his face.

"You know I hate when you do that!" a hard blow is landed on the boy's side, "Stop hiding, pussy!"

Ravyn fights his instincts to try to lower his arms, but it's a losing battle.

"What did I do wrong?" he barely chokes out.

WHAM WHACK STOMP

"Don't question your husband, bitch!" the red dragon yells in turn.

Truthfully, there isn't anything Ravyn has done to upset him at all. He bought the boy, though. No one is here to stop him or even demand a rationale.

SMACK CRUNCH

It feels good to let it all out on the kid he's taken as his 'wife'. That's all the reason he needs.

Ravyn convulses still in pain and fear and an odd twinge of guilt. He doesn't know why this is happening to him, but it must be his fault.

PAP PLAT PLAFT

Ravyn's arms and legs are tied firmly around a breeding mount. The stable is dark and dingy around him.

Repeated thrusts come like battering rams to his helpless insides, but he knows from experience that the rape isn't the most painful part, if he's impregnated the way his owner wants him to be. The huffing breath of the stallion grazes his neck.

PLAT PLAP PAP

A single pace away, Aiden stands and watches. He leans casually against the wall. His suit is on a coat rack somewhere to keep it from contacting the filthy place. Clean as it is by standards of any building housing large animals, it's never satisfactory to the man.

The dragon stands nude while he enjoys witnessing the conception of his next race horse. It's convenient enough to not have anything on, given he's already feeling the temptation to drift his hand downward and pleasure himself to the scene unfolding before him.

PLAT PLAP PLAP

The little boy, meanwhile, feels like he's being probed by a pile driver. The horse is giving this chance to breed and feel that wonderful release everything it has.

Each thrust undoes careful stitches and reopens old wounds. The boy will need emergency surgery by the end of the day, doubly so if he's successfully fertilized by the equine.

The knowledge of how much more suffering awaits him almost hurts more than the jackhammer of a cock slamming his cunt again and again and again.

Ravyn pleads for it to stop. Some part of him wishes that he hadn't survived to be taken here in the first place.

He's helpless to stop it.

SNIFF WHIMPER

Ravyn sobs to himself where he sits on the edge of the bathtub. Whatever the tub is made of, it has a pretty texture and is something Ravyn can't identify off the top of his head. The elaborate decor and hefty price tags attached to everything around him do nothing to ease his pain. They aren't for him anyway.

Drops of water seep out of the little boy's damp feathers. He's just been carefully bathed by his owner, and his body was groped and prodded at the entire time.

He nearly screams when Aiden comes back into the room. The dragon looks him up and down, then begins to shout.

"Dumb fuck! Don't get snot on your feathers. I just bathed you!" he yells.

Ravyn buckles forward and cries harder.

"Do you have any idea how much I paid for you? Be more grateful," he says in a harsh voice that's beginning to come back down.

The boy only continues to convulse and sob.

Finally, the man sighs, "Come on, get yourself cleaned up."

A handkerchief is lifted to Ravyn's face to wipe his snot and tears away. Even if it's only his owner keeping his possessions clean, it's a small comfort.

Ravyn sniffs and slowly manages to stop his tears.

A hint of pity shines through the disappointment in Aiden's face. Wordlessly, he stands and lifts Ravyn to his feet by the wrist.

The boy's owner dries his feathers with a towel, then he hangs it up to dry and leads the boy to bed.

FWUMP RUSTLE

A smile creeps across the man's face in the dim light of the lamp on his bedside table.

"My little wife~" he says happily, "Our first week together went by so quickly, didn't it~?"

Ravyn doesn't answer. It's felt like an eternity of torture to him.

The red dragon pulls the child closer to himself. Some part of Ravyn still craves this gentle touch, as much as he silently wants to shy away from the man who's abused him so much.

"I love you, Ravyn," the older dragon says as he reaches behind himself to click off the light, "I look forward to spending the rest of our lives together~ Or at least the rest of yours."