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His voice, as high-pitched and powerful as it was, died in the uproar that erupted in the classroom at the ringing of the bell, the moment when all rules and responsibilities lost their power and importance, the next moment in which all the children in the school ran into the hallways and screamed until their throats bled.\n\nRavyn anyway understood the question, and when he prepared to answer he noticed that only himself and his little friend were left in the class.\n\n\"You mean we?re going now?\" he asked, certainly he wanted to go out but he had no desire to waste time with such stupid beings. Sometimes he went out more out of pity than out of actual pleasure.\n\n\"Yes,\" James replied, stammering. He was a tiger, the only one in the school, Ravyn had read that they became rare in those years, another reason to treat James with more sympathy than he would have deserved. \n\n\"The others are waiting for us outside, would you like to catch up with them?\" \n\nRavyn automatically nodded at the tiger?s words, from a distance their teacher looked at them wondering why they were still standing there inside the classroom all alone just talking.\n\n\"Don?t you guys go out with the others?\" She asked them in her honey voice.\n\n\" We?re going now!\" replied Ravyn huffing, \"I was spellbound by looking at the clock....\"\n\nThe little drake stood up from the chair on which just moments before he rested his sweet, round bottom. His little feet firmly on the ground and his backpack successfully slinging, the child was eager to breathe some clean air. \n\nRavyn walked out of that yellow-walled room filled with wooden banquettes for the last time, congregated with his lecturer with a wave of his hand, ignoring her umpteenth recommendation, and finally with a cadenced pace slipped into the corridors towards the exit. The light outside flashed to him like the end of a dark tunnel from a distance; when the child placed his little naked foot outside on the tiles of the hall, it seemed to him that he had just escaped from a maximum-security prison like the ones he saw on the TV in the living room when he did not feel like listening to his mother?s screams. \n\n\" Hey Ravyn...\" It was James again, she had caught up with him and was now walking beside him, risking a collision with each step.\n\n\" What?s up now?\" Mumbled the dragon, his blue scales reflecting the powerful rays of the early summer. \n\n\"You don?t seem scared...\" James had his usual insignificant tone.\n\n\"Why would I be?\" Ravyn retorted, then greeted the companions who had left before him. There were about five of them, plus others Ravyn had never seen. They, too, returned the greeting.\n\n\"About the things the teacher told us about earlier...I still have goosebumps just thinking about it...look at my fur...\" James raised his arm in his friend?s direction so that he could notice his numerous hard amber colored hairs stood erect.\n\n\"Ah right...yes of course I?m scared, surely that?s not something to be underestimated...\" Ravyn often lied to James, it was a way of evading unnecessary topics that could be safely sidestepped. -Warnings are useless, when will you understand that, HM JAMES?- Thought the little dragon, and for a moment he was even tempted to say it aloud. 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He just nodded with a fake smile as he went through their faces so in some instances their names were missing in the usual face/name association. The others, some in shame, some in boredom, made no more effort than the little dragon had done.\n\n\"Next year we will go to fifth grade!\" Shouted Ace ecstatically, his nasal voice had gotten worse as the years passed and by now no one was hoping for the opposite.\n\n\"What took you so long to come out? I?ve been waiting for you with a super slobber in my hands...I was ready to give you one of those unforgettable baths!\" Ace appeared parallel, disappointed and ecstatic at his own words. \n\nRavyn had noticed the damp stains from the water spread here and there on the clothes of the other children around there, there were dozens of fractious stupid beings unable even to make it in the potty without mom?s help. \n\n\"Ravyn had stopped to stare at the clock and got enchanted by it!\" Prorused James followed by a fat laugh in which everyone got involved. The tiger had to cup his hand and hold back a huge mucus-wrapped booger that catapulted from his nostrils during that moment of widespread hilarity.\n\nRavyn remained impassive, as always. \"I don?t find anything funny about it,\" he said in a controlled tone. His was a high-pitched but sharp little voice, as capable of hurting as an adult?s.\n\n\"Rather James, why don?t you eat that booger dripping from your nose instead of laughing.\" \n\nAfter the joke, the general attention shifted to the newly stoned, the poor tiger fled to the little kiosk in the parking lot next to the school in desperate search of a handkerchief. \n\n\"Wow Ravyn, for a moment you almost made me forget about the guys Miss Katy was telling us about!\" Ace was wiping away tears with the back of his little hand.\n\n\"Even James told me about this darn thing,\" Ravyn began, \"recommendations, advice...do you really think such things will help? You just don?t understand that they...\" He pointed the tapered index finger of his right hand toward the window behind which their class was hidden;\n\n\"You just don?t understand that they, the adults...\" Here Ravyn was close to foaming with rage, he not only hated Miss Katy and her mother, he hated everyone who had passed elementary school \"They believe that they know everything, they believe that we will listen to them like suckers with our ears wide open. They firmly believe that we hang from their lips every time they talk...but then let?s be honest, from who do they want to protect us? From whom? I hope you have gotten to the point, they want to protect us from themselves! No child robs a bank or a store, no child throws bombs, no child...\" Here Ravyn paused, his lips hung open like a hangar. He noticed that his listeners were staring at him with dull eyes and foaming at the mouth, looking like mindless amoebas. \n\n\"Wasted breath...\" He concluded by clenching his fists. He shrugged two pimply children in his passage and with a backpack on his shoulder walked away at a brisk pace. \n\n\"Useless idiots...\" He hissed as he arrived at the outer gate, a rust-eaten pile of scrap metal that gave onto the paved road. It was packed with cars, overflowing with panting parents waiting to hug their little ones. Many of them were disappointed at the sight of the little dragon when they realized that it was not their own children.\n\nRavyn spent no time checking to see if his mom had come to pick him up, she had never done it before and that day would be no different, he was well aware. James came out of the booth with the stuffed handkerchief and when he reached the group he despaired at the news that what he considered his one true friend was gone. He tried to catch up with him, but when he came out of the gate his father tackled and encircled him in a tight hug, peppering his head with questions. The silhouette of his little friend appeared far away, on the sidewalk, heading who knows where. James would call him back and ask him out, after all, the Summer was officially on.\n\nAct 2 \n\nRavyn?s house was barely 1 mile from the school, the child had been going and returning alone since he could remember. It had been his mother?s fault, fed up and tired, yelling at him when she had to drive him to first grade. From that day on, the little dragon experienced the indescribable fascination of walking alone and crooning in his own thoughts. It was incredible how many of the town?s pivotal places were concentrated in that one mile: the town square where children of Ravyn?s age used to meet for games and entertainment; on either side were the bank, several bars, a greengrocer?s and a pizza parlor. Adults, so many lousy adults to avoid, Ravyn could see them hiding behind their signs, he could see dozens of them, intent on counting their dirty money slung over cash registers, determined to feed their corrupt souls. \n\n\"I was talking to them, trying to explain everything properly...and they were staring at me with those dumbfounded faces,\" muttered the little dragon as he advanced with his purposeful strides toward home. \n\n\"Fools! A bunch of idiots!\" He exploded as he finally arrived outside the front door. \n\nHe pressed the doorbell with a snap, the ding dong rumbled for a few seconds before the sound died in the house. The door opened, it was Ravyn?s mother, sour at first sight, wearing a long flowered dress, she was barefoot as she always used to walk inside her dwelling. \n\n\"Are you back already?\" Her sharp, cutting voice, for poor Ravyn, was something indescribable. Even a hint of that damned voice drove him mad, made his nerves tense to the point of breaking. \n\nThe child swallowed a large accumulation of acidic saliva and forcibly pushed open the doorway with his mother attached. \n\n\"Go ahead! Keep acting like an animal! Go ahead! Sooner or later you?ll attract the attention of certain beasts like you, they?ll take you into their custody...you?ll see how you?ll like living with your own kind!\" The hysterical screams came muffled, Ravyn promptly reached his small room and closed the small door on which NO ENTRY was written in neat handwriting on a sticky piece of plastic.\n\n\"Why do I have to be only surrounded by fools...,\" Ravyn clenched his teeth and the words hissed out of him. He dropped the heavy backpack on one side of the wall near the door, then ran by the yellowed shutters to lower them down and let darkness take over the entire room. The shutters cawed, and in the blink of an eye in Ravyn?s small room nothing could be discerned. \n\n\"Oh...finally\", he sighed. \n\nHe stretched his arms up and slipped off his T-shirt, which he glided across the floor, next he unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop down to the carpet;\n\n\"Alone, I am finally alone!\" He breathed a sigh of relief, then launched himself onto the bed that had never been so soft and cozy. The child, almost completely naked, snuck inside his loving blankets, grabbed and squeezed them tightly, pretending it was a hug. How much he would have liked to receive one right then...not from just any adult of course, but from his father... but he wasn?t there, he was just gone. \n\nRavyn began to sob, the swollen tears pooled at the edge of his big blue eyes, then fell to form wavy smears all over his face. The child stifled the crying with the thick woolen blankets, not wanting to be heard by the stupid hag who lived in the same house with him. He would have preferred to suffer the pains of hell had he ever found himself choosing what to do. \n\n\"Dad...the only adult I love...now that I want you to hold me...you?re not here...you?re never here.\" \n\nRavyn?s sobbing continued until exhaustion enveloped him in a mighty grip that forced him into a deep, encompassing sleep. \n\nAct 3\n\nTAC TAC TAC\n\n\" What!\" Ravyn jolted awake, instantly realizing that he was surfing in a pool of sweat, his own sweat. The blankets were drenched, the sheet was so impregnated that it had changed hues. The panties were stuck together. The droplets seeped into his eyes, which began to sting. \n\nTAC TAC TAC\n\n\"What is that noise?\" Ravyn wheezed, suddenly the darkness of his room was no longer a comfort; on the contrary. Not a fig could be seen, noises seemed to come from every corner with no definite point of impact. The little dragon uncovered himself by abandoning the sweat-soaked blankets on the even wetter mattress. He tried to wipe his eyes with the back of his hand, but instead of removing the excess, all he did was sprinkle the perspiration on a larger surface. \n\nTAC TAC \n\nRavyn winced. The blows were coming from the left; he had finally pinpointed the source. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that the problem was originating from the outside.\n\nHe placed his feet on the ground and found that the floor was definitely and pleasantly cold. \n\nHe walked tentatively in the direction of the window, the spot where very presumably the din was thinning out. \n\nTAC TAC TAC\n\nRavyn recoiled in fright, the banging had increased in intensity, whatever it was he was sure was getting worse. \n\nHe took a big breath and threw himself on the glass with a leap as if there had been a burning obstacle separating them.\n\nHe placed one hand on the glass and with the other busied himself in looking for the strap to adjust the shutter, quickly found it and pulled it so as to shed light on the matter. \n\nHe whitened when he realized that it was night. He had slept for hours, safe in his nice little bed where nothing could touch him or worse, hurt him. But now it was dark outside, and he, a poor little vulnerable dragon, was not in his castle made of blankets and pillows. \n\nRavyn pulled the rope to its fullest until the window was completely bare, then leaned his head forward to get a better look. There was something strange on the glass, in fact there were many strange things to tell the truth. Cracks, many small fractures scattered all over the surface in seemingly random and unconnected places. Ravyn deduced that his bedroom window had been hit, and he got confirmation when he heard three noises one after the other that caught him off guard. He knelt down on the spot, terrified-there was no construction site going on outside, the streetlights were off, and not a damn thing could be seen-but Ravyn was more than convinced that there was no work going on or anything like that. From his window there should have been only the neighbor?s house and nothing else. The child thought quickly, taking advantage of his decidedly above-average acumen, eliminated the most unlikely options.\n\nBOOM BUM BUM BUM BUM Another smattering of blows impacted on the glass, something pierced it, and it ended up rolling in front of Ravyn?s feet. It was a rather small stone and looked as familiar as an ordinary stone could get.\n\n\"This...this...\" Ravyn picked it up and brought it closer to his eyes \"This one looks like the stones we have in the garden.\"\n\nThe child?s heart found itself clenched in a tight grip, the circulation in his body ceased accordingly.\n\nReflecting, he thought. It could have been anyone, why be so alarmed?\n\nSomething knew how to answer Ravyn?s internal doubts, the answer came faint as a whisper from his subconscious or perhaps from an even more distant place. It had to do with the recommendations made that very morning by Miss Katy, the English teacher. But what exactly had she told him? Something that had to do with a kidnapping, or multiple kidnappings inflicted by someone to stay away from. \n\nRavyn shook his head and pushed those thoughts away, listening to stupid advice from an adult had never done him any good before, why would he start then.\n\nBecause you know it?s so, you know what?s down below in your garden ready to pounce on you, you already know!\n\n\"NO!\" Screamed the child covering his ears and bringing his knees to his chest. The stone fell ruefully to the ground, rolled for a while before settling under the bed. \n\n\"NO! NO! That?s not true! I?m just paranoid, yes, that?s all...\" He said to himself, almost convinced. \n\nWith a surge of courage he stood up, intent on unraveling the mystery. \n\n\"I?m sure it?s James, I?m more than sure it?s him...he must have felt sorry because I left and came here to ask me out...\"\n\nBut it?s night, his mother would never let him out.... The voice, always that damn voice, told him. \n\n\"No...it?s definitely James...\"\n\nGo ahead and check... They were the last words before the voice recoiled from the place from which it had sprung, a place far far away. \n\nHe advanced forward, being careful not to cut himself on the sharp shards scattered on the carpet, the darkness not allowing him to distinguish them well. He stretched his neck to stick out his head, the hole made in the window had created a space large enough for a little head as small as Ravyn?s to fit through. \n\nHe had to be careful; at the last he noticed that one particular point had broken off and now appeared in a triangle-like shape with deformed sides and a frighteningly sharp point. If he had only brushed against it, Ravyn would have found his throat ripped open. \n\nThere was almost absolute silence outside his house, the little dragon marveled when he managed to poke his full head out, meanwhile the sharp glass under his neck grazed his windpipe when he breathed. \n\nOutside, there was only the usual concert of crickets in the distance and a duet of birds in the tree across the street from Joshua?s house, another adult with whom one would never wish to have trouble to settle. But Ravyn heard them, heavy footsteps, coming from below. \n\nThe child bent his head downward, the glass came to tickle his skin, Ravyn held his breath. He cursed his mother who had ignored his requests to have an opening window, at that moment she would not have forced him to risk so foolishly. \n\nAt first he saw nothing stranger than the plants that, especially during the night, liked to assume anthropomorphic physiognomies to frighten anyone who dared to observe them. It was the sound of footsteps again; they were heavy feet on the pebbles Ravyn had in the garden that his father had deposited after buying the house. He said the stone gave a touch of the primordial, the little dragon?s mother had never agreed, she believed it was beastly to seek the primordial in a place as sacred and respectable as one?s home. \n\nThe little dragon attempted to locate the origin of the footsteps, they produced a dull but heavy sound, they sounded like hooves, yes. They sounded just like hooves settling on the expanse of small crushed stone pebbles. \n\nHe saw her suddenly, as if she had not been there until that moment and had appeared in that instant. He spotted the eyes first, two small but clearly distinguishable flames in the darkness that enveloped them. They were accompanied by heavy breathing and a large, abundant silhouette. \n\n\"James? James...is that you?\" Ravyn asked, swallowing a large accumulation of saliva that flowed down him with extreme difficulty.\n\nNo response. Just the breath of the thing in the garden getting heavier and heavier. \n\n\"You are not him...who are you then? What do you want? I?ll call Dad if you don?t get out of our garden!\" \n\nAnyone who saw Ravyn at that moment would have mistaken him for a madman. He was leaning forward with his head out the window intent on threatening something in his garden, who in their right mind would have done that for him?\n\n\"Did you say father? YOU HAVE NO FATHER!\" The voice spread from the exact spot where Ravyn had spotted the intruder. It was somber, dark and gloomy like that night, sounding just like the voice of a monster. The little dragon was not sure, but he seemed to smell a strange stench after the intruder had spoken. He couldn?t know it yet, but that was the smell of death, a pungent, sour stench that would make his nostrils burn at first contact.\n\nRavyn?s heart began to gallivant faster and faster, the child let out a cry and snapped back inside his room, felt a slight tingling under his foot but suppressed it by ignoring it. \n\nMoving away from the window he bumped with his side on the desk, pain shot through his bones like lightning spreading throughout his body. Ravyn ended up on his knees, crawling with difficulty until he reached the door, raised his hand in search of the handle, trembling like a leaf under the blows of a winter wind. He felt the cold bronze of the knob, turned it and pulled. Leaning on the side, he jerked the door open and burst into screams and cries for help.\n\n\"MOM! MOM! HELP! HELP ME!\" \n\nRavyn crawled on the floor like a worm after a rainy day, looking as if he had emerged from a cave. \n\n\"Ravyn? What?s going on?\"\n\nThe little dragon?s mother, to the latter?s surprise, came rushing in with a mask of worry pasted on her face. \n\n\"Oh my god...\" The dragoness was petrified when she saw the state her dear son lay in. Slumped on the ground, tears in abundance poured down his whitish face, his little naked body with only his underwear on was soaked with sweat. Then he saw blood, and the woman almost fainted on the spot. There was a trail of fresh, bright blood formed around the foot of her phraglet; it came from the small bedroom. With her hands cemented over her mouth, the dragoness launched herself into the hallway, maintaining the same identical pose all the way. She reached for the telephone and dialed the number for help.\n\nMeanwhile Ravyn felt his eyes struggling to stay open. Black images with no shape or meaning were sticking to his retinas, preventing him from seeing clearly. He stretched his hand upward, it was the last thing he did before everything went black. He remained slumped on the carpet in a pose similar to that of a superhero intent on flying, the floor quickly absorbed the blood tinging itself burgundy red, the screams of his mother on the phone echoed throughout the entire neighborhood.\n\nAct 4\n\nJames awoke with a big smile on his angelic tiger face.\n\nWithout any difficulty he slipped out of the bed, he was happy as a lark although he could not explain why. Slowly, arcing, the thoughts cleared in his head with the slowness doomed by his poor intellect. It was Summer, he didn?t have to go to school anymore, that explained why his mother hadn?t already barged into the room to wake him up and throw the windows wide open. The beautifully white smile widened even wider, James continued toward the bathroom. He froze in the hallway, where another piece of information had just been uncovered from his miserable memory. Ravyn, his only friend, had left the day before and had not been seen or heard from in any way. James could not explain why, but he felt a very similar feeling of concern, just like the one his mother felt for him. He asked no further questions, his bladder was full and needed to be emptied as soon as possible, his brain could not support all these things going on simultaneously.\n\nSomething was wrong, and the child realized it when he heard his mother downstairs conversing on the phone with someone. \n\n\"No Jane, I?m telling you the matter doesn?t add up for me! That?s why I don?t let my James hang out with certain people...the same thing could happen to him!\"\n\nJames now went downstairs and took a seat at the kitchen table and noticed that his mother was not really shouting, it was just her powerful tone of voice, the one she always had.\n\n\"I understand, but doesn?t it seem strange to you? Do you really think Ravyn stayed in his room alone all that time? Who says he didn?t go out...\"\n\nJames, who until just before was rubbing his hands and licking his mustache with the table full of delicacies in front of him, opened his ears wide, and all of a sudden the breakfast was no longer his main thought. \n\nHis mother was talking about Ravyn with someone...with who? When the call ends, Mom will have to answer a couple of little questions, thought the child straining his brain to the maximum allowed. At certain times he felt like a coal train on overdrive, with the charcoal throwers forced to work twice as fast.\n\nJames?s mother put down the handset impatiently, on her wrinkled face it was evident that something was highly annoying her. Puffing and shaking her head she returned to the sink where waiting for her was stacked a tower of dishes from the year-end barbecue held the previous day. Although she had eaten little or nothing, she was the one who spent the entire morning cleaning up the mess that her husband and guests had left in the garden. She was so furious, for so many reasons, that she forgot to say hello to her child. She had not even noticed that he was sitting there at the table a few steps away from her. \n\n\"Mom...\" James exclaimed in his tender, childlike voice.\n\nThe tiger?s mother jumped on the spot in fright, turned around as if behind her there was a thief ready to pounce on her helpless body. She took great breaths of air when she realized that the voice was from her son, baby James. She loved him, more than anything else; she loved him more than her husband.\n\n\"James...you startled me, I didn?t hear you come down the stairs and sit on...\"\n\nShe said panting from the recent scare she had received.\n\n\"You were talking on the phone...\", the child replied, ignoring her. \"Who were you talking to?\" \n\n\"How come such questions? You usually give your mommy a big kiss as you wake up...\" \n\nJames did not move a muscle in response to Mommy?s blatant pleas of affection. He had stopped appreciating her silly hugs and kisses for months; he couldn?t explain why, as with a thousand different things. He just didn?t feel like it anymore, that?s all.\n\n\"You were talking about Ravyn\", the child insisted. \"Why were you talking about him?\"\n\n\"I was arguing with his neighbor, Madam Park...\" Replied the mother and then turned around and returned to her dishwashing station. \n\n\"I see...\" Said James under his breath, and it was true, he really understood. \n\n\"What happened to Ravyn?\" He asked after grabbing slices of ham from the tray on the side of the table. Then he grabbed a piece of bread, opened it with his small hands being careful not to break it.\n\n\"He hurt himself...\" Tiger replied with his hands dipped in the sink intent on degreasing leftover burnt meat and rosy blood from the plates. \n\nJames did not immediately elaborate, not before placing the fat-dense slices of ham between two slices of bread overflowing with crumbs. As the necessary space cleared in his cerebellum, the news hit him like a free-falling anvil on the back of his head. \n\nHe dropped the newly composed sandwich, gasped, and questions about what had happened to his friend Ravyn invaded him from all sides, as cross-attacks ripped him in all possible directions. The only thing he was able to say in response was a fitting representation of his distraught mood and turbulent mind.\n\n\"Where is he right now?\"\n\nHe asked his mother, but this time he would not be satisfied with a thin answer in terms of substance. No, he would pepper her with questions until he had the correct information. \n\n\"I never liked that chick on the phone, you know that James? Shouldn?t you be hanging out with her son? What?s his name again? Nathan, Nigel, something like that?\"\n\n\"MOM!\" James exploded in a fit of rage, slammed his little hands clenched into fists on the table, rattling the plates and forks. The sandwich slipped and landed on the kitchen tiles, the viscous ham slowly began to separate from the bread.\n\n\"James are you crazy?!\" Screamed the woman as she turned away, held her dripping hands up in front of her for no apparent reason.\n\n\"I just want to know where Ravyn is!\" Shouted the child in turn, raised his voice making him cry in a way he could hardly resist. And indeed, at the edges of his tiny little eyes, bright tears piled up ready to rush down his cheekbones, his heart simultaneously with the tearing began to beat like an orchestra full of war drums.\n\n\"Please mom...\" He concluded, sobbing badly. \n\n\"James...don?t cry!\" She replied, hurrying over to her little son to encircle him in a loving embrace. She saw him with his head lowered and his elbows resting on the table, giving the appearance of even despair. She hugged him tightly, wiping his face with the lapels of the plaid blouse he wore that morning.\n\n\"Ravyn is in the hospital, dear...\", she whispered in his ear. \"I didn?t want to tell you so directly because I don?t think these things are appropriate for a child of your age...you have to realize that...\"\n\n\"Enough! Stop!\" the child interrupted her, shaking her off with a fleeting push \"Ravyn is right, I didn?t believe him at first, but he?s right!\"\n\n\"But...\" James? mother was dumbfounded, that morning was turning out to be a series of surprises one after the other in rapid succession. \n\n\"Now I believe him...I want to know where he is!\" James exploded, he turned a look to his mother, it was a mature and utterly disturbing look. Although they were moist with emotion, the child?s eyes had never seemed so menacing and hungry for truth. \n\n\"Your little friend Ravyn is in the hospital. Yesterday his mother heard him screaming and found him on the ground injured and in shock...\" The tiger moved away from her son with slow, controlled steps, that child in front of her seemed everything except her innocent and sweet James.\n\nAct 5\n\nRavyn reopened his eyes with untold effort, the space around him that he was able to observe was too bright and blurry for the child to make any sense of it.\n\nHe could no longer even remember how many times he had, with enormous effort, tried to lift his eyelids without succeeding, each time it seemed to him that he was repeating the same thing countless times. \n\nAround him he perceived only muffled noises, perhaps voices, perhaps footsteps, perhaps both. His throat was dry, his mouth slurred and his tongue numb; swallowing simple saliva had never seemed so difficult before that moment. He made no effort to move his arms or legs, he could not even open his eyes fully, moving such large muscles was just impossible. \n\nDozens, perhaps hundreds, were the attempts needed before the images around him finally took shape and any sense. \n\nThe first thing he saw were light bulbs hanging on a creamy white ceiling; they gave off more light than anything else. Then, lowering his gaze, he saw his body covered in full by green sheets and blankets, meanwhile a rhythmic acoustic ticking began to make its way into his ears and join the many details with which little Ravyn was slowly piecing together the reality around him.\n\nHe marveled at his own abilities when, resisting a strong numbness dominant throughout his body, he managed to move his fingers and then even move his hand. \n\n\"Doctor! Doctor!\" They were shouts, not far away, loud enough that Ravyn could distinguish them without undue difficulty.\n\nHe recognized his mother sitting on a stool there beside the bed; Ravyn read her face and tried to interpret it.\n\n She looked annoyed rather than worried. Her face was pale and her tired eyes held open with difficulty, her dark circles were marked and numerous.\n\nRavyn would have liked to talk, would have loved to formulate some questions and understand what had happened. Reconstructing the events became his priority, he stared at the ceiling and began to ponder what the hell had happened.\n\nPutting two and two together, Ravyn realized that he was lying in a hospital bed, probably his mother had already called a doctor who would soon arrive in his unmistakable white coat and that cynical calm that distinguished them all. \n\nAs he wandered with his mind, an intruder suddenly barged in.\n\n\"Ravyn, you finally decided to recover...I?m stuck here because of you...they said I couldn?t leave without some obvious improvement from you first...you?re too young to stay alone...what absurdity!\" It was her mother, the stupid dragoness had gotten up from her stool and started to rant nonsense words. On her feet she was wearing a pair of high heels with which she paced back and forth across the room, spreading to the hallway the indistinguishable sound produced by the toe of her heels on the off-white tiles.\n\n\"I am really furious with you! Do you realize what you put me through!?\" \n\nThe woman kept raising her voice; Ravyn would have loved to shut her mouth. He was only 8 years old but he had already guessed the best way to deal with a grumpy and irritating guy like his mother, the other option was to change his direction and leave. Just as his father had done.\n\n\"Now here comes the doctor, he will take care of you! You just opened your eyes, that means you are better! That sounds like a big improvement to me! Enough to get me out of this place!\" Continued the dragoness huffing and continuing to fidget. \"Oh holy God, when is that damn doctor going to show up? They?re all the same!\" \n\nRavyn stared at his mother with disdain, now remembering everything, the images returned to their place, everything became eerily clear and limpid. The screams, the broken glass, the noise...the shadow in the garden...the voice, that voice. He recalled it for a moment, paying attention, rewound it as one does a tape, listened again paying attention to the yellow eyes that accompanied it.\n\nRavyn?s hair stood on end, the ticking that went to indicate the heartbeat sped up suddenly, the dragoness didn?t hint at stopping bothering him, the atmosphere was getting so heavy that the child could hardly breathe. \n\n\"I can?t stay in here anymore, you do understand me, don?t you Ravyn?\" She had finally stopped talking, the machine gun supplied instead of the mouth must have been wretchedly jammed.\n\nLight footsteps cleaved that air thick with oppression, a pair of slender legs crossed slanting cuts of light coming from the windows, a sweet young lady in a teal uniform came hopping all the way into the room. \n\nShe was a bunny, young and beautiful, freshly graduated probably. Ravyn framed her without being affected by the shapely face and round green hopeful eyes that characterized her.\n\n\"You don?t look like the doctor I talked to this morning...\" Hissed Eraaan?s mother. The child glowered at her, hating her sourness, warmongering nature and face, especially when she assumed that tedious harpy expression.\n\n\"I?m the new nurse!\" , the bunny replied, clearing her throat. \"I was sent here by the Doctor! He asked me politely to come and talk to you about your son\" The girl did not stop jumping around, looking incredibly excited.\n\n\"Okay...\", declared the dragoness in annoyance. \"Ravyn has recovered, he has opened his eyes, he is looking at us right now!\" \n\nShe pointed to the child, then picked up the bag near the steel feet of the stool and slung it over the shoulder. \n\n\"Well, then I?m off!\" He said with a bad attempt to sound sweet and loving. \n\nShe dismissed those present with a lazy wave of her hand and walked off in the direction of the hallway, making her heels rumble with each step. The nurse stood speechless, stunned by such a mindless attitude.\n\n\" Your mother really loves you, hm?\" Joked the girl.\n\n Ravyn succeeded in the great feat of smiling, it hadn?t happened for months now, whenever he had tried, his lips just couldn?t contract upward, as if it was an emotion he wasn?t allowed to access.\n\nWhen a hint of happiness seemed to penetrate his armor of suffering, the memory of the blood, and of his mother?s screams crashed all at once and on Ravyn?s face, on his beautiful little dragon face of just 8 years old, innocent, unaware of the sad fate that had engineered an evil plan for him. \n\n\" You? re sad huh baby boy?\" \n\nThe girl had approached, Ravyn met her gaze, her intentions seemed genuine, he read it in her face as clearly as he had done with the ravenous eyes of the shadow in the garden, which blazed with quite different intentions.\n\nThe girl settled for a yes made with her head, laid her hands on the child?s knees which protruded in two small hills from under the sheets.\n\n\"Be that as it may, I?m going to call the doctor now...\" The acoustic ticking had settled down again after the brief period of continuous drooling that had registered until just now. \n\n\"He?ll come in the blink of an eye, you don?t have to worry, he?ll tell you everything you need to know...\" Ravyn smiled at her, it was definitely easier in her presence. \n\n-Maybe it?s true that not all adults are so bad!- He reflected as the bunny printed a noisy kiss on his forehead in the space between his eyes.\n\n\"Oh how careless of me, I haven?t even introduced myself, I?m Polly!\" The bunny smiled and with a snap she launched herself to the door. \n\n\"Take care, don?t fall asleep just now, the doctor will be here in an instant, pinky swear!\" \n\nShe exposed her little finger in the air and waved it for a few seconds before disappearing from the cone of vision available to Ravyn. \n\n-That chick is weird, but I have to admit she?s kind of nice-, he thought cheerfully, another glimmer of happiness, how many in such a short span of time.\n\nThat sudden hit of endorphins proved on the contrary to be a perfect soother, Ravyn gently lowered his eyelids and fell into a deep sleep that embraced him better than his mother had done in her lifetime.\n\nAct 6\n\n\"Ravyn? Hello? Can you hear me? It?s me, JAMES!\" \n\nJust uttering that name made Ravyn wince from the enveloping sleep into which he had fallen, opened wide his big blue eyes like the depths of the sea, and with enormous astonishment his sense of sight supported the guess provided by his ears just before that there, sitting on the stool at the foot of the bed, was his, to put it mildly, friend James. \n\nThe little boy returned the astonishment with a healthy dose of joy, the same one he had used on the last day of school, when Ravyn had been mesmerized by the clock and the ticking of his hands. \n\n\"You know Ravyn, I heard you were sick...and I came to say hi, you disappeared the other day when I went to the kiosk to buy some candies! Or did I buy the lollipop?\"\n\n James assumed a thinker?s pose that strangely suited him quite well. If Ravyn didn?t already know him, he might have even mistaken him for a child prodigy.\n\n\"Water...\" He strained to say the little dragon. James stopped thinking and focused on his friend.\n\n\"What did you say?\" he asked him, straining his ear.\n\n\"Water...\" Ravyn repeated with extreme effort, he felt his throat parched enough to grow cacti in it. \n\nJames prepared to search for water, and even then, deep down, he felt like a detective. \n\nAfter wandering around without finding anything, Ravyn pointed to the small bottle right next to him with a nod of his head. Finally, James complied with his friend?s request.\n\nReinvigorated, Ravyn felt almost ready to speak.\n\n\"Thank you for coming,\" he confided, his voice darker than usual. \n\n\"I was looking forward to seeing you...Mom didn?t want me to come, you know how she is, she always worries!\"\n\n The embarrassed tiger answered him.\n\n\"My mother left at the first opportunity\", mumbled Ravyn \"Just like dad, those two have no backbone and I don?t think they will ever have one.\" \n\nKnock Knock\n\nRavyn lifted his head suddenly, James turned his to the side, out of the blind corner popped Polly armed with her best smile.\n\n\"Am I interrupting something?\" She asked in a polite tone.\n\n\"No please come in!\", replied Ravyn suddenly.\n\n\"I brought something!\", intoned the little bunny as she entered with a quick step.\n\nAnd indeed she held a small box in her hands; they were peanut butter cookies. \n\n\"I asked your little friend here and he confidently told me you would like them!\" \n\nPolly widened her smile and handed the box to Ravyn. \n\nThe little dragon was almost moved by that gesture; he loved peanut butter, and James had remembered, and Polly had bought them for him. They had been so kind.\n\n\"I don?t know if I can accept...\", Ravyn hesitated, and strong emotion betrayed from his voice.\n\n\"You can?t refuse, I?ll endorse them for you here!\" \n\nPolly walked past James and reached the nightstand beside the little dragon, placed the cookies on it and returned to the old position whistling a refrain.\n\n\"You fell asleep yesterday, so the doctor couldn?t talk to you, but he will today, he should be coming soon...\" \n\nRavyn was so happy with everything that was happening around him that he did not notice the presence behind Polly?s back. No one, truth be told, had paid any attention. James was too busy dealing with performance anxiety; he didn?t get to stay in the room so often with such a pretty girl as Polly, who in turn thoughtfully wondered if Ravyn had ever received a gift before that day. It seemed funny to her, and actually quite serious, that the poor child had to get hurt and end up in the hospital to receive some affection. Why? She kept wondering, his mother had not been in touch except by phone since her son had regained consciousness, what mother would behave like that? And his father, where was his father? Dozens of questions with attached assumptions gripped the bunny?s mind. \n\nA straight slap on the butt freed her from everything, the pop vibrated through the air and brought everyone back down to earth. \n\nAll three of them, no one excluded, were covered by the huge shadow cast upon them. The gigantic black cloak propelled by the white lights hanging from the ceiling belonged to a being of gargantuan size. It towered, wearing the floor-length white coat, with a protruding snout endowed with a mocking smile composed of crooked teeth overlapping one on top of the other, and dark brown skin and sparse fur, broad and mighty shoulders, numerous straight black hairs...and finally, Ravyn stood petrified, for a moment he did not know how to calculate the cookies in the box a palm?s length from his face became more alive than he was. \n\nTwo eyes, small, yellow with amber hues, were untouched by any source of light like nothing could touch them. They were them, the exact same damn eyes Ravyn had seen that night that seemed to him to relive in that instant as in a sensory flashback, now he was able to smell the same scent he had smelled propagating from the creature. There was a difference, however. \n\nThe smell was much more intense and definitely closer.\n\nPolly reacted to the molestation by snickering, convinced that the children could not comprehend what had happened. She was wrong, of course.\n\n\"Doctor, you surprised me! I didn?t think you were capable of such quietness...\" The girl turned around, and the difference in size was more evident than ever. \n\nIf James and Ravyn had climbed on top of each other, effectively forming a tower of flesh and blood, it would have quietly caught up with Polly in height. But if the tower had been joined by the bunny, the doctor would still have been taller, and not by a small amount. \n\n\"I wanted to amaze you, and I succeeded.\", said the horse.\n\n He had a voice that was warm but not honeyed, awe-inspiring and spewing command from every pore. The voice of a leader, that?s how Ravyn would have described it, the voice of someone who is used to giving orders which are executed with no questioning. \n\nThe child tried to swallow but failed, the deja vu startling him more than expected.\t\t\n\nThe horse clutched a small folder in his mighty hands crisscrossed with wide, protruding veins. Probably it was a paper concerning Ravyn?s psychophysical condition. \n\nPolly blushed and lowered her gaze; it was clear that maintaining eye contact with that being had to be impossible, especially for a sweet, kind-hearted girl like her. \n\nJames, too, was frightened by that horse in doctor?s clothing; the more he observed him, the more terror increased. He feared for a moment that it had come in for him, and would suddenly use those big hands to examine him. The tiger had never, in his short existence, seen a creature so menacing that it instilled fear by its mere presence. \n\nRavyn?s throat remained wide open, the air invaded it, and he soon parched all over as if the water he had ingested just before had been a figment of his imagination. He turned to look at the small bottle; it was there where he had left it. He hoped with all the strength at his disposal that everything was a sheer dream. \n\nHe had gone to sleep, crying, and perhaps he had not yet awakened. Perhaps. \n\n\"Ravyn, may I call you by your first name?\" \n\nThe doctor opened his jaws wide and released a heartbreaking smile, all his teeth pressed one on top of the other in scattered order. \n\nRavyn, with the sweet little face turned into sheer fear, did not help but peer at that jumble of teeth presented in front of him. Then he lifted his gaze, slowly, and his eyes met the horse?s yellow ones, again.\n\n\"I guess that?s a yes, whoever keeps silent consents, right?\", joked the doctor, but James and Ravyn did not laugh at all. \n\nPolly on the contrary accompanied the joke with a hysterical giggle. \n\n\"Well Ravyn, I?m sorry your mother is not here...,\" the doctor exclaimed.\n\n\"Here I have your report, I personally followed your hospitalization...\"\n\n The horse lifted the little file and began and read.\n\n \"I don?t believe those who claim that children should not be informed about certain things...on the contrary, I think it is your right to understand what is happening. I want to treat you as an equal and not as a fool; being young does not exclude the option that you may quietly understand what I am about to tell you.\" \n\nHe spoke without looking up from the paper, holding it close to his head with one hand while with the other he fumbled with something Ravyn could not see, Polly was blocking his view. \n\n\"Nothing to say? Then I?ll continue...\" \n\n\"You know Doctor, Ravyn is a very shy child and still has difficulty speaking...but I?m sure he will understand everything!\", said the little bunny, winking in the direction of the little dragon. James saw her and was somewhat jealous. \n\n\"Well...\", assented the doctor. \n\n\"When you arrived with the ambulance you were unconscious, and you remained in that state even during the operation.\"\n\nRavyn listened attentively, fearing that at any moment that vigorous creature would pounce on him. \n\nThe ticking of his heart accelerated.\n\n\"We had to stitch up your foot, you had a cut about 8 inches long that ran from your big toe to your heel. I can assure you it was a very bad wound. Fortunately, we intervened before it made infection.\" \n\nRavyn reasoned quickly as he was wont to do and deduced that after all there was a chance he had been mistaken. Perhaps he had been confused and there was no one in the garden, or the one in front of him was not the same figure that had terrified him. Too many maybes and too scarce of answers, far too few.\n\n\"Following an MRI we found trauma to the pelvis, on the right side to be precise. An impact, almost certainly.\" \n\nJames nodded without understanding anything.\n\nPolly listened interested although she already knew everything, she had peeked at the chart the previous day.\n\n\"The only remedy? Rest and a proper iron-rich diet.\", he concluded, finally raising his head and staring at Ravyn in search of a sign of life.\n\n\"Have I been exhaustive enough?\", he asked.\n\nRavyn nodded. As much as his confidence in that horse had slightly increased, he did not feel like speaking. His voice as he described to him in detail what was written in the report, Ravyn kept comparing it with the one he had heard in the garden. And try as he might, everything suggested to him that it was the same. \n\n\"Good, I?m glad you got it\", the doctor assured him.\n\n\"Unfortunately or fortunately you?ll have to stay here for a couple more weeks.\" \n\nPolly tried to speak but the doctor interrupted her.\n\n\"Polly will be there,\" he said, pointing at her. \n\n\"Our beautiful bunny will take care of you.\" \n\nHe smiled warmly at her.\n\n\"Ravyn...\", he continued, changing his tone abruptly. He was back to being as authoritative as when he first came in.\n\n\"My name is Gerald. Don?t ever forget that\", he ruled. \n\nRavyn nodded again, his throat too dry to swallow again. \n\nGerald smiled again in that unique creepy way of his and turned toward the exit. Only in that fleeting moment did the two children notice that the heretofore hidden hand peeked out from Polly?s skirt. \n\nJames became a volcano of jealousy. \n\n\"Call me about anything!\", she informed him before turning the corner, taking the little bunny with her. \n\nRavyn exchanged a series of glances with James.\n\n\"James, I need more water.\", he said. \n\nAct 7\n\nThe rest of the day passed much better than it started. James remained in his friend?s company for several hours before he disentangled himself from the stool he seemed to have become so devoted to that it was difficult for him to separate himself from it. \n\nRavyn waved him off and expressed his sincere thanks for coming to visit him. They had not talked about strictly interesting things, but he could not deny that he had enjoyed his company. \n\nWhen the tiger was out of reach, the little dragon turned his attention to the package of cookies. Now they were finally alone and he could binge on their sweet crunch without being seen. Ravyn did not like being watched while eating. \n\nHe unwrapped the package with a gentleness mainly due to his lack of strength; his energy had not yet been restored and even such a simple action had its difficulties.\n\nTwo rows of large chocolate chip cookies stood before him, he took one in his hand and contemplated it. They were very similar to the representation on the box. \n\nRavyn bit into them hard, he was starving and had no idea when lunch would arrive. In less than an hour he had finished all the available cookies. \n\nAlone and with a full belly, he had no reason to stay awake. Sure he could have mulled over the doctor thing, but he was in a hospital after all, so what bad could happen to him? And then there was Polly, Ravyn was convinced that if he called her she would have rushed over instantly. \n\nThe insulin spike and the many carbohydrates in his system soon took effect and Ravyn fell asleep again.\n\n\"Please don?t hurt me...please...I beg you don?t!\" \n\n\"I?m sorry Polly, but he?s hungry, so hungry and I can?t stop him...I mean I could, but it wouldn?t be right. He has his basic needs too, and now he?s dying to kill you.\" \n\nRavyn heard them well, voices muffled by the distance between them. They rumbled through the corridors all the way into his room. The child was having a nightmare, he hoped that choosing himself would find something better waiting for him instead of those ugly words. \n\nHe looked around, and it was dark again. The only light came right from the corridors, it was dim and illuminated just enough for Ravyn to understand where he was. \n\nThe bed that he had so appreciated at first and had considered very comfy was beginning to feel cramped; it was starting to feel decidedly uncozy.\n\n\"Polly dear, I am sorry that before tonight I did not introduce you to my little puppy first...\" \n\nThe voices had resumed to be heard. There was Polly, Ravyn was certain, and reluctantly he was also convinced he knew who the other voice belonged to. \n\nA loud growl alternated with a fat laugh that was equally disturbing. \n\n\"I don?t want to die...I beg you!\"\n\nA high-pitched sob was added to the various sounds. Then footsteps, they were light and quick. Ravyn recognized them instantly, Polly was running and in that exact direction.\n\n\"Help! Someone please help me!\"\n\nRavyn kept listening in silence, dreading the worst of whatever was happening. Anyone else would have wished they were home at that moment, except him.\n\nHe was fully aware that he was not safe even in his own house.\n\nIt happened quickly, and what available little illumination was enough for Ravyn to see Polly enter into the room. She was panting and all drenched in sweat.\n\nShe motioned the child to be quiet and hid behind the wall on the interior side opposite the front door. \n\nRavyn obeyed, the acoustic ticking accelerated wildly, Polly approached, taking care not to make any noise, and unplugged the wires that connected the baby?s tiny sternum with the machine for monitoring the baby?s heartbeat. \n\nThe girl settled back into position and waited patiently, limited her breaths to the minimum necessary and knelt in the darkest corner praying with her hands clasped together and her tear-soaked face turned upward. She whispered something but the tone was too low and Erann did not understand a single word.\n\n\"Polly! You little coniglietta!\" , Someone shouted in the distance. Then more laughter, much and hideous laughter of mockery.\n\n\"We?re coming for you-oh yes, we?re coming for you soon, and you can?t even imagine how much fun we?re going to have!\"\n\nThe voice was getting closer; Ravyn, however, heard no footsteps. \n\nHe lifted the blankets and slipped under them, he was so afraid, sweating profusely without hinting to stop. He was still thirsty, damn he thought, why am I always thirsty? \n\nHe didn?t think for a moment about putting his head out to get water.\n\nPolly betrayed a soft sob and then returned to strict silence.\n\n\"Do you really think Buster can?t spot you? Do you think running away has been entirely your decision? NO!\" the voice exploded ever closer, perhaps it was death Ravyn thought.\n\n\"I MADE THE CHOICE TO LET YOU ESCAPE!\" There was another beastly scream, then another skin-cracking growl.\n\nRavyn crumpled in on himself and his entire little body began to tremble. Uncontrolled spasms suddenly reached him with no respite, no matter how hard he tried to remain still, he had now become prey to the convulsions even before he became prey to whatever was coming. \n\nThe silence that dominated the room when the screaming ceased was shattered badly by a new noise. It was slight but at the same time unique; it was as if something or someone was relentlessly sniffing every inch of the surrounding environment. \n\nThen there was that wild growl again, and Ravyn realized he was no longer alone in the room with Polly. \n\n\"I told you Polly, I would get you!\" \n\nThe little dragon heard the sentence and was certain of it, no longer in doubt. An unknown force, even more powerful than his hatred for adults prompted him to emerge from his hiding place to observe. The same indentical thing had happened a few days earlier, in his own bedroom. \n\nHe overcame all fear, at least long enough to get half his head out and understand once and for all clearly who was doing what to whom.\n\nIf he had exposed his eyes and the cardiac detection machine had still been active, he was as well certain that the latter would have exploded because Ravyn?s heart would have reached a level far beyond any normal conception.\n\nHis gaze, as much as he did not wish it for anything in the world, lingered on a tall, massive figure from which heavy breaths were propagating from nostrils that were certainly wide in proportion to the rest of the body. Ravyn had no other guesses at his disposal. \n\nThe long, white smock was the thing the child saw just after the mammoth figure took a couple of steps forward. The yellow fear eyes were the last confirmation Ravyn needed; the behemoth that entered into the room was Gerald. \n\n\"Buster and I came to have some fun\" the horse said, imposing himself with his dark voice.\n\n\"I?ve heard about the disappearances, rapes and dead bodies...but I didn?t think it could happen to me!\" cried Polly before bursting into tears. Her cries were heartbreakingly shuddering.\n\n\"Your petty attempts to pity me and have your life saved make me cum even harder, Polly dear, what do you think Buster?\"\n\nAnother growl, then a loud mustache lick.\n\nRavyn framed the second subject, he was definitely shorter than Gerard, holding himself on four thin legs. A ray of light reached him as Gerard advanced another step, leaving the hallway lighting a chance to enter. Ravyn, scrutinizing it with a keen, feverish eye, could vouch for the fact that it had thick gray fur, a pair of jaws dense with sharp teeth sprinkled with saliva; and finally, the detail that most terrified the poor little dragon was the last thing he could notice, a pair of scarlet eyes, indemonized and undoubtedly bloodthirsty. \n\nIt was that huge wolf the origin of the brutal snarl that Ravyn feared so much, and when he could hear it again at such a close distance the result was far worse than before. \n\nIt was agony, a complete package of suffering and terror, the poor little dragon was completely still waiting for something to happen. He was well aware, despite the fact that he could not think with the calmness and rationality necessary at certain junctures, that very soon something horrible would happen. \n\nPolly, there was still Polly there with him, a small torch of hope remained lit in Ravyn. Perhaps the bunny would call for help that would promptly come to their rescue with sirens blaring and armed to the teeth. It was a beautiful little torch that was shattered at the exact instant Gerard began talking again in his menacing tone.\n\n\"My cock is on fire, do you know that Polly? Did you believe that screwing you a couple of times a day would be enough for me? Then again, today I have to admit that you?re lucky, you?re not alone after all. Am I right, Ravyn?\" the horse asked, punctuating each syllable with disarming accuracy. In the background the growl of his trusty Buster pierced the silence of that environment without a moment?s respite.\n\nRavyn, the second he heard Gerard say his name, retreated under the blankets and clammed up shocked with fear. He trembled relentlessly from head to toe, his dilated pupils hinting at the extent to which his thoughts were accelerating at that moment and how high was the excitement of being in the midst of such a unique experience. \n\nPolly overpowered the noises emanating from the wolf with her ragged cries that crashed on the windows and walls with unexpected intensity, her cries were high-pitched cries choked with anguish. \n\n\"Why me? Why?\" she sobbed in a broken voice. \n\n\"Buster, this tender bunny is all for you!\" sentenced Gerard issuing an order that had all the air of being unquestionable. \n\nFrom beneath the heavy layer of sheets and blankets, Ravyn heard everything and knew that the point of return was just crossed. If Polly had even for a moment had any chance to save herself, when Buster approached her to amuse himself with her, it was all over. \n\nIf for the bunny the sad tale was coming to an end, by contrast for the wolf a fantastic and horny one was just beginning. \n\nWith a slow pace, he advanced keeping his head down and the pair of half-closed eyes to better picture the juicy prey in front of him. Although hidden in the darkest corner, it was not a problem for Buster to distinguish the soft flesh he was about to pounce on. \n\nRavyn, constantly convulsing, stopped breathing to listen and distinguish by hearing alone what was happening. \n\nA forced jet of air came into his mouth as his protective layer of wool and cotton came flying away. Ravyn found himself naked of any protection at all, now vulnerable to the truncated Gerard who, a step away from him, stared at him with pale eyes and endless uncovered, horrifying teeth. \n\n\"Did you think I would forget about you little one?\" she told him without blinking. \n\nHis large hand rose slowly into the air, and gently went to the child?s ankles, Ravyn noticed that the fingers were stubby and full of rough, yellowish calluses. \n\nThe leathery fingertips rested as gently as possible on the right ankle bone, Ravyn was curled up on the left side and offered the opposite half to his assailant. \n\n\"You really do have a gorgeous body, has anyone ever told you that?\" the horse urged him, smiling conspicuously. \n\n\"You must be asking yourself so many questions right now...,\" he began to tell him, and the smell of death plummeted into the child?s nostrils at that exact moment. Meanwhile, in the background, Polly?s blaring screams collided with the horse?s calm tone. \n\nBuster had stopped growling and got down to business, the poor bunny had tried to defend herself using her thin little arms as a shield, but the beastly wolf had torn her flesh with a bite forcing her to lower the defenses. \n\nBuster?s snout soaked with hot blood and his bestial frenzy was activated with an eruption of horniness and lust. His hairless dick peeked out of the pouch, dripping and throbbing, waiting to be employed. \n\nPolly wiped away her tears with her blood-soaked arm, her pretty face contracted by terror was unrecognizable. Everything, including her pretty nurse?s dress had lost every old hint of innocent charm. \n\nBuster lunged at her with gaping jaws, yellowish razors sprinkled with saliva glistening for a moment before penetrating the bunny?s neck. Polly emitted a powerful and final scream, all happening as Gerard went up Ravyn?s legs stroking and groping him. \n\nThe sharp screeching was instantly interrupted substituting for a stifled gasp, Buster had stuck all his teeth in a mighty grip, Polly?s tender skin was opened with an impressive ease. At the same time, with an almost athletic-like gesture, Buster used his claws to rip off the poor nurse?s lacy panties, leaving her completely exposed in her most intimate zones. \n\nWhen the wolf cock was on the verge of exploding from arousal, Buster exploited a phenomenal hip thrust and pushed in the direction of the girl?s tiny vagina, which dilated to accommodate the huge canine behemoth. \n\nPolly opened her mouth wide to breathe in that fateful moment in which she was filled like never before. She felt it inside, that vein-covered, pulsing, thick dick pressing her vaginal walls from the inside forcing them apart.\n\n\"Ravyn, you little dragon...do you feel your little friend? Do you feel how Buster is fucking her good? Oh don?t worry, I will personally make sure you feel the exact same sensations, I swear!\" The horse put his hand on his chest as if he were under oath, then, with his usual crooked smile, placed his big calloused hands back on the little dragon?s body.\n\n\"You have fantastic wings, and a really well-groomed little body...I?ve never seen such a pretty creature,\" he whispered as he moved forward, probing him in the direction of the pelvis.\n\n\"It was...you...that night, wasn?t it?\" stammered Ravyn, completely terrified and unable to think of anything but terrifying scenarios that were projected in his mind like images and videos from which he could not escape.\n\nGerard, after feeling the flesh, slid his fingers into Ravyn?s pyjama bottoms, and slowly began to slide them away over the blue skin he had so delicately groped until then.\n\n\"Strange you should ask me such questions, yes Ravyn, that was exactly me,\" said the horse, muffling a laugh. \"I love to lurk in front of schools together with my trusty Buster...,\" and Polly meanwhile had stopped making sounds, Buster was humping her mercilessly against the wall in the darkest corner of the room, the dull, dry noises produced by the bunny?s impact with the hard white plaster forced Ravyn to relax his bladder and let a rivulet of gold pour onto the bed. \n\n\"When I saw you leave alone on the last day of school, I knew you were the one, I could see you walking and I licked my whiskers at the mere thought of what I was going to do to you,\" whispered the horse, licking his whiskers even as he was narrating.\n\n\" I could already feel your soft little legs under my grasp...,\" Gerard performed what the past self had wished to do, his phalanxes tightening on Ravyn?s thin thigh until they changed color.\n\n\"I have an urge to fill you up like a toilet, oh yes I have an urge so high you can?t even imagine. No one?s coming to save you, I?ve got everyone going, it?s just you, me, and Buster!\" the horse burst into agonized laughter that rumbled in the dragoon boy?s ears with an echo of impending death.\n\n\"You will suffer Ravyn, then you will like it, and then you will suffer again, and so on, until I decide enough is enough! But you can rest assured, I plan to make it last for quite a long time, a beautiful child like you does deserve the best treatment!\" \n\nRavyn found himself without pants, his little testicles were exposed as well as his legs and calves, Gerard drank in the sight of them for a few seconds before starting to touch him again. \n\nThe horse groaned and bit his lips, hissed unintelligible words and hurriedly removed his shirt as well, leaving the boy completely naked and vulnerable.\n\n\"Magnificent, you have such smooth, soft skin...I understood that you were what I call a <>, but I could not have known that you were one to this point...\"\n\nBuster in the background seemed to have reached the peak of pleasure, a growl mixed with gasps of enjoyment made that clear.\n\nRavyn, now completely uncovered of all armor, was being trafficked by the horse?s piercing eyes and a few gusts of wind infiltrated through the only open window that the child noticed only at that instant.\n\n\"Really a bad accident what happened to your foot, if I had known earlier I wouldn?t have ventured. You got a great big cut...,\" said the horse, observing the child?s foot. \"Really a great cut,\" he traced the sentence to give it more weight. Gerard had the urge to tickle but desisted; he had quite other plans in mind.\n\n\"You know Ravyn, no child before you had made me so hard before,\" as soon as he finished the sentence, the horse took off his gown, thus revealing his sculptural body, he had been naked the whole time.\n\nRavyn was thunderstruck by the sight of that behemoth, a mass of muscle and virility, he did not know where certain muscles began and ended. The child?s eyes went wide in an expression that surprised was to mean too little, his curiosity-hungry gaze resting on the gigantic phallus dangling blissfully between the mighty legs of the long-haired energumen.\n\nAt first, no matter how hard his eyes strained, he couldn?t glimpse more than just a long, squat dark shape wiggling in a space far too confined for its size. \n\n\"I think it?s time for us to start having fun, what do you think Ravyn?\" asked Gerard as he slipped and simultaneously moved his big hand up the child?s body. He grabbed him by the neck; it was so thin that Gerard could have broken it with embarrassing ease. \n\nThe herculean horse imparted enough force to hold the little dragoon down, it took only three fingers to keep him glued to the bed and the other two spent in holding his little mouth open to the maximum possible extension.\n\nRavyn, as much as he had wanted to, could in no way contract or even more simply wriggle. He was too smart a child; he knew well that trying to dilute the evil that was happening to him was utterly futile.\n\nWriggling, screaming, kicking, all of it these mere attempts would not benefit him in any way, it would do him no good to postpone the inevitable. The creature beside him was more than twice as big, armed with muscles and a gigantic dick. That wasn?t the only problem, just behind the horse, a few steps away, stood Buster, his faithful hound with a perpetually turgid cock. What could he, an innocent little dragnet, do in front of that pair of horny powerhouses? \n\nGerard, laid his other hand on the child?s cheek, rubbed the back of it, savoring its softness.\n\n\"Oh yes Ravyn, the skin on your body is fantastic, but the one on your face is on another level, there is no comparison!\" whispered Gerard in a low voice, his intentions was to create an almost definable intimate communication with the poor child, who, no matter how hard he was trying, could only respond with a gasp of absolute terror. \n\n\"I think I love you... you know that baby dragon? But I usually make the children I fall in love with pass challenges...,\" the horse turned his fiery eyes in the direction of Ravyn?s pure blue ones, and then smiled, again, the child saw his many crooked teeth shouldering to be noticed.\n\n\"Now keep your mouth open, mind you, this is a crucial step in the procedure...after all, besides being a cunning pedophile, I?m also a very good doctor!\" \n\nGerard withdrew his hand from Ravyn?s cheekbone and then directed it to the base of the large dangling phallus of which he was so proud, his pedophile friends had assigned him a personalized name, the anal dilator, a primary school nightmare. A name, a warranty.\n\nGerard, with a firm hand tightly clamped on his cock, approached the poor little dragon?s head, the nook created by his wide-open mouth was frighteningly enticing.\n\nThe horse rested his cock on the little dragon?s thin lips, he could see that they were dry and required to be properly wet.\n\n\"Damn Ravyn, your mouth is as parched as a desert...do you know what one does in such cases, when one is short of fresh water?\" asked Gerard holding his cock at a minimum distance. \n\nRavyn, with that phallus a palm away from his eyes, could admire its features. \n\nIt was massive, thick with blood and covered with veins and protuberances on the sides, it was darker than the rest by at least a shade, the glans reddish from the huge influx of blood was sprinkled with pores and swollen like a blimp. The massive testicles the size of two coconuts seemed to be levitating in the air, a slight strip of skin connected the scrotal sac to the rest of the groin. The resemblance between the cock and its owner left Ravyn even more amazed than he already was.\n\n\"You have to drink something to stay hydrated, don?t you think so too?\" he told him in a low voice as if they were two buddies exchanging advice they had no intention of revealing to anyone else. \n\n\"Get ready Ravyn, open that mouth, breathe now if you want to, cause before long you won?t be able to!\" the horse shouted, making the whole room jolt as an earthquake would have.\n\nWithout wasting any more time, Gerard placed the glans back on the child?s soft lips and pushed until he thrust deep. He saw Ravyn?s cheeks widen and fill, felt the muscles in his jaw straining open, and choked gasps propagate from his clogged vocal cords.\n\nThe horse and the little dragon exchanged yet another glance, this time it was long and slow, agonizing and suffering, one could read pity in Ravyn?s eyes, one could read pure enjoyment in Gerard?s.\n\n\"Here we go!\" said the horse in a cheerful tone though it was not a roller coaster ride.\n\nRavyn?s mouth was completely stuffed, the dick that filled it began to swell and relax very quickly, with his tongue pressed under the reddish frenulum he felt that some kind of valve was about to open, a burning heat invaded him like boiling oil. \n\nGerard heaved moans of enjoyment, his watermelon-sized bladder slowly contracted, emptying itself of its viscous contents.\n\nFor the boy it was a rollercoaster of fear and curiosity, his throbbing heart peaking at that precise instant. From the glans of the behemoth squirted out, at an impressive power, a wide jet of hot piss that crashed onto the palate, the soft walls of the mouth and between the numerous baby teeth.\n\nRavyn felt the liquid inundate his mouth like a flooding river, now he could think of nothing but the unrelenting, annoying tingling on his tongue. That golden waterfall tasted strong, pungent, incredibly salty, the pores of his tongue filled with piss as well as his teeth, which were engulfed by it.\n\nThe incredible heat given off by the spray released smoke that found a way out through his nose, meanwhile Ravyn tried to fight against the burning in his throat that was making him suffer like a beast. \n\nThe horse?s pee was yellow, tasty, and most of all, it was a lot, really a lot. \n\nThe child?s little mouth, already largely filled by the energetic man?s glans, got stuffed in just 10 seconds.\n\n\"Now swallow Ravyn, open your throat to my piss, let it flow into you, let me fill your stomach like a toilet!\" he yelled in a tyrannical tone against his reddened face.\n\n\" GOBBLE EVERYTHING!\"\n\nGerard loosened the grip of his fingers on the child?s neck, finally Ravyn, with his throat released, hastened to swallow as he had been ordered. He was going to obey an adult, he was going against what he had so believed up to that moment. On reflection, however, even at such a time, perhaps listening to the advice of Miss Katy, the English teacher, would have been enough to save his life. If he had heeded the news about disappearances, he would never have looked out of his bedroom window, not in a million years. \n\nRavyn had been wrong, by a lot too. He was mistaken in his failure to understand the concept of balance; totally ignoring the advice of an adult represented the ultimate opposite of being obedient all the time instead. Two extremes, neither of them healthy and completely safe.\n\nThe walls of the hapless little dragon?s esophagus were invaded by a hot, foaming stream that poured over him like a raging river. Gerard?s kidneys had created a high-quality product, and the burning that gripped the child?s entire digestive canal was incontrovertible proof of this. \n\nWhile the horse laughed with gusto and squeezed his bladder hard, Ravyn faced the drama of lack of oxygen and excessive heat from the insistent influx of piss that seemed to have no end. The stream had been powerful and steady from the beginning of the gushing until that precise moment in which Ravyn first tried to react. \n\nPerhaps it had been his instincts that had prompted him to make an attempt to fight back, or perhaps it was because he had quite simply not been breathing for a full minute in which his mouth and stomach had been filled with copious amounts of scorching pee. Whatever the case, Ravyn tried to make use of his wings to get out of bed and free himself from that hellish torture. \n\nHe spread them wide with an effort that seemed immense, the lack of oxygen coupled with the long period of enforced rest made every gesture, even the smallest, difficult for him.\n\nThe acids in his stomach had just finished breaking down the substances that made up the entire package of cookies Ravyn had voraciously consumed that morning before going to bed defeated by an excess of carbohydrates, never would they have expected a new and absolutely implacable opponent. \n\nGolden rivulets quickly passed through the esophagus and plunged into the child?s stomach, occupying every inch of available space and soon spreading a burning sensation that with rapidity attacked the digestive walls.\n\nA sudden reaction was triggered in Ravyn, he found himself with a strength he never even realized he possessed, he harnessed it to a maximum power wing stroke in the hope of freeing himself from the plunging dick in his mouth that was impaling him on the mattress without letting him breathe.\n\nGerard remained surprised and stunned by the boy?s resolute power.\n\nBy now, it had been five minutes that his gargantuan penis was soaking in that warm, enveloping pool that had formed within the pertussis warmly offered to him by the boy. The sensation he felt once his cock peeked out was an unpleasant chill, and immediately the longing for that little mouth rushed to press on his brain.\n\n\"Ravyn, what the fuck are you doing to me?\" he asked disappointedly as the boy slid off to the other side of the bed. \n\nRavyn fell onto his elbows and knees, stood on his head and hunched back staring at the floor and opening his mouth to finally breathe some air. He tried, and he tried again to open his mouth, but his jaw muscles were burning from the effort sustained seconds earlier in which they had been stretched to their limits to allow the entry of Gerard?s big snake.\n\nThe child began coughing up saliva mixed with hot piss in disjointed splashes that ended up on the cold floor scattering casually. \n\nHe felt his stomach heavy and swollen, and it was; one glance was enough for him to see how much it had enlarged, and one touch was enough for him to realize that it was floppy and stuffed. The belly was filled with stagnant piss.\n\nThe salty, pungent taste remained indelibly on his palate; his teeth had absorbed the piss and were stained with it. Ravyn kept coughing, thinking of nothing but breathing, he felt weighed down, his skeleton and muscles not yet developed enough to support the sudden increase in weight due to that mammoth load of liquid. \n\n\"Please Ravyn...don?t do that, you?ve been such a quiet child...,\" the horse said in a low voice, almost whispering. Ravyn heard Gerard licking his whiskers again, the indistinguishable noise was accompanied by an alternating drip coming from the sheets evidently soaked with perspiration and piss. \n\nRavyn?s nostrils, though they had been spared, at least for that throbbing present, turned out to be clogged, and quite noticeably so. The piss, finding no way out and with proper pressure had ended up occupying even the respiratory channel par excellence, the nose. \n\nThat is why the child, in addition to dripping from both small pertuosities of the nose, was unable to smell an even more invasive and persistent odor with acrid and pungent overtones. The stench of blood.\n\nJust behind the poor stuffed child lay now lifeless Polly, hidden in her little corner where no one seemed to be allowed to look. If anyone had ever managed to find the courage to be in the same room with Gerard and Buster they would not have seen a pretty sight, quite the contrary. \n\nNext to the bunny?s body was Gerard?s very faithful helper, the legendary wolf Buster. \n\nHe was firmly welded to the ground with his 4 slender but muscular paws, his red-stained muzzle hinted at his protruding canines while his scarlet eyes darted around trying to figure out what was going on. Never before Ravyn had anyone managed to wriggle out of his master?s mighty penis, it was extraordinary that such a seemingly fragile little dragon had succeeded. \n\nThe drops of fresh blood present on the wolf?s big nose fell to the ground in single lines scattering on the floor at a steady pace, Ravyn meanwhile struggling with the strong instinct to faint. He resisted it, he did not want for any reason to lose consciousness in a situation like that, if he let go he would have no chance to escape again.\n\n\"As much as I feel regretted by your behavior, I have to compliment you, small Ravyn,\" the horse spoke before jumping on the bed with a feline leap. Ravyn stopped coughing and turned around, saw the giant lowered with his feet on the bed and his elbows on his knees. He saw that he was staring at him, again, and smiling, Ravyn could not help but feel revulsion at those teeth.\n\n\"Buster...,\" he called in a triumphant voice. \"Now it?s your turn! I want you to hold this little guy down for me while I make him a great creamy dessert!\"\n\nGerard clenched his right hand into a mighty fist in sign of impending crushing.\n\nBuster strained his ears to listen to the orders given to him by his sweet little pedophile master, nodded and growled in approval. \n\nHis paws began to move forward, slowly over the white tiles avoiding the blood coming from Polly?s corner. He made no noise as he moved forward in the dimness of the room, the pads under his paws cushioned perfectly. The growl increased in intensity as Buster got close enough to Ravyn to smell him. He reveled in the pleasant smell of piss that the child exuded. \n\nLike a fifth paw, the wolf?s cock peeked out of the pouch; it was smeared with cum and flushed from recent overuse. The swollen glans rested on the floor and began to rub as the wolf walked in the direction of the poor little dragon.\n\nRavyn, panting, with a full stomach, was too distracted by the giant on the bed and did not notice a new danger, literally preparing to jump out at him.\n\n\"You know Ravyn...,\" exclaimed the horse in a warm voice. \n\n\"You should thank me,\" he confided, and Ravyn was stunned by such nonsense.\n\n\"I already took your pants off before Buster chewed them off you!\" and Gerard started laughing out loud again as his cock bounced on the blankets rhythmically.\n\nRavyn only had time to wince in terror mixed with surprise, Buster was already on top of him with his canines sunk into his neck.\n\n\"Take it easy Buster, we don?t want to kill him, not yet at least,\" Gerard warned him with his arm and hand stretched forward. With the other he was masturbating by sliding it up and down the squat fleshy shaft with great speed.\n\nRavyn opened his mouth wide upward in excruciating pain without uttering any sound; from the holes in his neck, once Buster had extracted his beastly jaws, small streaks of thick burgundy-colored blood surfaced and slid gently over the child?s delicate skin until they settled in the junction of his clavicle. \n\nFrom Buster?s snout, a palm?s width away from Ravyn?s ears, came a series of labored breaths with a confused rhythm; it was clear that the wolf was still fatigued from his previous encounter with young Polly and was trying to regain oxygen for the new exertion he would have to endure.\n\nRavyn was barely supporting himself with his elbows and knees on the icy floor, his arms and legs ached with fatigue, his muscles burning almost as much as the bite on his neck. His swollen stomach was getting harder and harder to hold up. \n\nBuster sniffed him carefully on the head, behind the ears, on the neck where he had just hit. That baby was fantastic prey, and if the wolf could have talked he would have agreed with his master that this little drake was by far the best they had flushed out since their career began. \n\n\"Good job puppy, now hold him still for me, his stomach isn?t quite full yet!\" said Gerard as he got out of bed with an athletic leap. \n\nBuster nodded briskly, wagging his tail in delight, and without hesitation stopped smelling and went into action. His penis rose from the floor, it was thick with blood and ready for another tough rape session. The wolf positioned himself in a great hurry, and with his front paws he pushed the boy on the floor to keep him still. Ravyn ended up with his face and torso splattered on the floor, while his bottom and attached legs remained elevated. \n\nThe decidedly inviting position made both attackers come watery and they licked their whiskers in unison. \n\nBuster unsheathed the heavy artillery and pointed it straight in the direction of the target, there, at that exact spot between Ravyn?s two little buttocks. There was his anus, tight and hidden, unexplored. \n\nThe wolf licked the nape of the baby?s neck, coating it with saliva, then, with a strong jerk of his hip he thrust his huge cock forward. The head adhered perfectly to the tiny nook. Without any lubrication whatsoever, Ravyn?s anus dilated, the wrinkled skin covering the longed-for little hole stretched, and the glans penetrated inside with a silent re-suck. \n\nRavyn, who was no longer able to make any sound, held his mouth open stifling screams of pain. His cheeks were burning red as his ass came dilated and his prostate stimulated. As terrified and agonized as he was, the opening of his anus caused him unexpected and totally unwanted enjoyment. His small blue cock popped out of his pouch and began to dangle right next to the wolf?s longer, stubby one.\n\nWith animal frenzy, Buster was not content to breach the entrance alone, but pushed all the way in to penetrate even further. Ravyn?s anal walls widened with extreme difficulty, the tissues tore and many tiny cuts formed all over the surface. The big penis voraciously worked its way in, grinding inches upon inches without pause. The little dragon instinctively arched his back and the dick, finding itself in a more favorable position, slid in with greater speed.\n\nBuster stretched his neck forward, his eyes pointed upward, his tail rose inturgidly. The wolf was the representation of jouissance. He loved to rape children, loved to shove them and ground them and bugger them to a bloody pulp until they passed out from pain. \n\nGerard hissed horny, the air passed between his crooked teeth. His stomach growled noisily, he massaged it with circular motions trying to dissipate the pain.\n\n\"That?s very good Buster, when it comes to holding our prey still you make me realize how good you are,\" Gerard was slowly approaching. \n\nRavyn saw the big hooves approaching his face, they were the same ones that pressed the pebbles in his garden a few nights before. \n\nBuster let out a little howl mixed with groans, his penis had finally sunk completely, only the fur-covered canine balls remained outside. The wolf reveled in the tight grip the boy?s anal walls imprinted on his cock, feeling pressed and enveloped with so much warmth was sensational. \n\nThe wolf retracted his penis, then thrust again, then withdrew it, then sank it again. And it went like this for an untold amount of time. The dragonet?s little ass came pounding with powerful cock strokes, the burning from the tearing and the enjoyment from the stimulation of his prostate flooded his fragile and delicate psyche. \n\n\"Do you feel it, Ravyn? Can you feel Buster?s big cock opening your asshole?\" whispered Gerard in his ear, then he licked it, sticking his tongue all the way to his eardrum.\n\nThere was again the rumbling coming from the horse?s belly.\n\n\"Oops, the gruel is ready!\" the horse sentenced, stroking the child?s cheekbones; they were still damp with some traces of pee.\n\nGerard gave one last abrupt lick to Ravyn?s ear, then stood up and positioned himself in front of him, offering him his butt. Ravyn was being thrown forward and pressed to the floor, unable to move in any way. The only strength he possessed had been exhausted running away from Gerard?s clutches. But little use had been made of that effort; running away had never been a viable option.\n\nThe horse knelt down, and in doing so its developed musculature became visible. Starting with the muscles of his back, then the two round, thick buttocks, further down the dense femorals, and it was impossible not to notice the fleshy calves. A perfect system of nerves, joints and muscles made possible the behemoth?s stance. \n\nRavyn?s eyes were at their widest, as far as he was allowed to see from that decidedly disadvantageous position. His pupils retracted until they disappeared as he watched the horse?s huge anus tighten and widen in rhythm.\n\n\"I HOPE YOU ARE READY FOR THE PAPPING!\" cried the horse, grinding his teeth in a clear sign of exertion. He contracted his muscles to the utmost of his ability, pushed hard, and from his ass came the gruel he had named so many times.\n\nRavyn regretted having his tiny mouth open, in fact he regretted many things at that exact instant. His little eyes were moist and glistening, his heart stopped as did the blood in his body. \n\nA long, massive chunk of shit made its appearance from Gerard?s anus. The pile of excrement, overcome by gravity, broke off into two pieces. The first, the outermost, stout one hovered in the air with great elegance. The shit came in a half pirouette before landing heavily inside Ravyn?s mouth, the subdued thud being overpowered by the contact the wolf?s pubes had with the child?s buttocks at the moment of each thrust. \n\n\"I hope you like some hot shit, little tender Ravyn!\" the horse remained in squat position ready to unleash another attack from above. Meanwhile, Ravyn?s mouth was shot through with a brand new, phantasmagorical explosion of flavor.\n\nThe chunk of shit was quite voluminous and in line with Gerard?s size; the latter had dropped the fecal bomb aiming to the best of his ability. Hitting the target perfectly, he proved himself to be a marksman as well as a doctor and professional child molester. \n\nThe steaming shit settled on the child?s tongue melting and mixing with the saliva and piss already present. The still piss-stained teeth met the brown, shapeless mass and were physically affected. Between the barely protruding incisors and the growing canines piled up bits of particularly dense and hard shit, while softer ones but containing undigested hay settled under the tongue. \n\nWhile Gerard laughed it off in the front ward, Buster busied himself in the rear. The wolf was trying his hardest, his little red eyes were crisscrossed with nerves of strain and surrounded by numerous streaks of sweat. The hairs that formed his thick gray coat were pricked upward with excitement, meanwhile his heart was leaping rapidly and pumping fresh blood straight toward his veiny cock that finally after so much effort had been able to make its way into the boy?s tight little ass. \n\nWolf Buster loved to do this without any kind of lubrication, and there was a simple reason why he had never made an exception to the rule and hands would do it later. \n\nHis bestial instincts, his sexual frenzy, his canine lust could not be suppressed or slowed down the moment they came to be called to action. When he saw an anus to be raped, nothing could deter him from penetrating it as soon as possible with the utmost voracity. Like a starving beast, he preferred to throw himself on his piece of meat without thinking of dividing the bone from the rest, without worrying about anything other than the immediate satisfaction of his need.\n\n\"Do you like it, Ravyn? Hm? Do you like what your personal canteen has prepared today just for you? First a savory hors d?oeuvre of steaming piss...,\" and Gerard lowered his arm down, making his hand peek out from under his bottom. He had his index finger up.\n\n\"Then I thought of a hot shit starter with a side order of rape from my helperochef, my pet Buster,\" he raised his middle finger as well.\n\n\"Oh, wait a minute Ravyn, prepare your stomach...,\" he said, closing his hand into a fist. \n\n\"The second part is coming!\" he concluded, straining to his utmost and again contracting all the necessary muscles. \n\nRavyn, from his somewhat limited perspective, barely had time to see the other piece of shit stuck to Gerard?s anus separate and fall on him. \n\nThe child?s small mouth, as it was meant to be, turned out to be too small to contain such an immense amount of shit and piss. \n\nEven his stomach, though it was more spacious, had been stuffed like a toilet already at the time of the copious piss gushing from the horse. \n\nRavyn?s tongue began to burn again, but in a different way than before. Now that shit was the main course, the burning was more intense and acidic, and soon elicited tremendous retches of vomit from him. Unfortunately for him, the position with which Buster was keeping him pressed to the floor was not allowing his throat to pass fluids properly. \n\nThen, as icing on the cake, his stomach juices intent on spurting out in the form of vomit got stuck halfway, the piss left stagnating in his belly and the stinking hot shit in his mouth. \n\nFor Ravyn?s palate it was a true mystical journey, the mix of sour and bitter tastes invading him like an army at the foot of a castle under siege. The nauseating smell traveled quickly sprinkling the entire room and its walls. Some of it, in the form of smoke, invaded his nostrils and penetrated deep into the most recondite and delicate areas of his intellect. It damaged him, impressed itself like an indelible mark on his brain and in particular on the region responsible for memory. Forever, Ravyn would carry that smell with him until death took him. For the taste was the same, paired with the painful sensation of constipation due to the excess external fluids in the body. Piss, saliva, and shit in great quantities took hold of him, making him a slave to their taste and stench. They embraced him, enveloped him, invaded him without giving him any respite. \n\nRavyn was being anally violated by a horny wolf, and the sense of helplessness reached a new climax the moment Gerard?s shit stuck everywhere, on his lips, on his tongue, on and between his teeth, and then straight down his throat.\n\nThe wolf made the entire hospital tremble with a chilling howl. The roaring cry turned into a howl of absolute pleasure that forced Buster to let go of his grip on the child and wrap himself against it, pushing his cock as deep as he could inside Ravyn?s anus. The child suddenly changed position, finding two powerful legs holding him tightly from behind. The shit in his mouth flowed with pleasure into his esophagus ready to flood his stomach. \n\nThe wolf became prey to convulsions, his penis began to tremble and pump blood like a real riding stallion. From his well-developed glans spurted out as fast as a rocket a river of hot, enveloping cum that burst into the child?s anal walls wallpapering them white. \n\nRavyn felt the pain of the ass cuts fade and the pounding from Buster stop. Then a sensation akin to a warm embrace ran through him going up from the butt toward the head like the course of a stream in the direction of the sea.\n\n\"Way to go Buster, get it done right! I can?t wait to give my contribution to that fine ass!\" exclaimed Gerard horny as he approached his trusty companion.\n\nBuster threw that his tongue rested on Ravyn?s bottom while just below his little ass came stuffed with cum. Semen that due to the excessive amount finding no room ventured outward dripping from her anus in the form of small whitish droplets. \n\n\"Good job, really good job! Now Buster, take care of your mouth, I need you to help Ravyn swallow his meal properly...he?s being rather rude!\"\n\nFinal 1 Death by French kissing\n\n\"But before I give up my seat to you, I want to give my little Ravyn a big present!\"\n\nGerard suddenly turned direction, retracing his steps. Buster, not understanding what his father was up to, stood motionless with his penis firmly lodged in Ravyn?s anus from which traces of cum were still dripping. The wolf merely waited for further orders without improvising anything.\n\n\"Oh my dear Ravyn. An important point is coming in this our night of fire...,\" Gerard exclaimed, positioning himself right in front of the child?s eyes. Ravyn saw his hooves more clearly than before.\n\n\"Some pedophiles, unlike me, delay this moment. But I like, sometimes, to set firm stakes that define the course of things.\" the horse had knelt down and with two hands grabbed Ravyn by the jaw. He lifted him up as if he were a puppet.\n\n\"I have never seen...,\" he began, emitting his breath a palm away from Ravyn?s little nose.\n\n\"A boy as handsome as you swallowing a great deal of piss while simultaneously getting his ass kicked by Buster...,\" Gerard brought his head closer and this time they were closer than ever.\n\n\"I don?t know if you understand what I mean to tell you Ravyn, but I love you, I love you like...,\" and Gerard stammered for the first time ever since their first meeting.\n\n\"Like a father...,\" Ravyn mumbled with his mouth caked with piss and shit.\n\nGerard stared intensely at him, announcing imperceptibly. \n\n\"What father?\" relaunched the horse stretching his devilish smile to its fullest.\n\nRavyn burst into tears, from his little blue eyes the tears gushed out heaped in many waves. \n\nGerard brought the child?s face close to his own, opened his mouth and let his tongue snake through the air like a whip. With that he licked the bits of shit stuck to the little dragon?s lips, then plunged it inside his mouth. There the two very different tongues intertwined like snakes in a coupling, their saliva mingling with each other. The horse hissed slightly and leaned forward with his muzzle to allow his tongue to venture even deeper. Ravyn was destroyed, deprived of rest, deprived of the strength to react, filled with semen and feces, wounded in body and soul. He could not find the strength to stop Gerard?s tongue from sinking into his windpipe. \n\nThe little oxygen-rich air that had sustained Ravyn up to that point stopped traveling through their respective breathing ducts, the child found himself suffocating as the horse?s hands clenched tighter and tighter around his head preventing blood flow to his brain. \n\nIts swollen belly found itself bouncing in the air, its tiny, powerless body appearing as the epitome of passivity. With piss-covered arms and legs dropped downward, his ass smashed in, his mouth slurred, and his brain on the fritz.\n\nBuster, downstairs, not resisting the temptation, set about licking his own cum from the boy?s anus. He found with pleasure that the liquid was delicious and pleasant.\n\nGerard pushed himself to the limit, his tongue thick enough to block the entire windpipe entirely. \n\nMinutes passed and the horse enjoyed every single moment. He, who could, breathed in through his large nostrils benefiting from the smell emanating from the baby. He squeezed him as tightly as he could, holding him as close as he could. He could not allow such a romantic gesture to go wrong for any reason. Ravyn watched the world cloud over, with time that never seemed to pass. The seconds seemed to him like days of intense agony, without a moment?s respite. It was torture to see the same black spots from the night he had passed out resurface more numerous and larger; he knew what would happen to him soon. The little blue cock was free to rise, and it ended up meeting and rubbing Gerard?s. The horse understood this as a sign of affection. The two stayed together again and again. It was terrible for Ravyn to be mirrored in Gerard?s half-closed eyes, the same yellow eyes from which everything had started. He watched them, he read enjoyment in them. All became dark and Ravyn knew that his body would not be spared even when he died, she realized this just by looking into Gerard?s eyes. He did not limit himself to an external vision, he entered into it with a plunge. He saw what the horse and the wolf had in store for him. For a moment he firmly believed that he was allowed to look ahead into the future. There were other children, so many other children who would come to be raped to death and killed. Others like him who for no reason would be chosen as juicy targets. \n\nThen for Ravyn it suddenly became all black, exactly as when he fell into a dark sleep. He did not even realize it. Perhaps he could even dream one last time and what he would see would certainly be better than what he had experienced before he sank.\n\nFinal 2 Death by blowjob\n\n\"Buster...,\" muttered the horse, laughing under his mustache. \n\n\"Buster, it?s really too bad you?re missing the sight of this child?s magnificent little face,\" Gerard?s hooves were feeling the floor right next to Ravyn?s outstretched ears. The horse was pointing at the little dragon?s face with his hand fanned open.\n\n\"I realized one thing Buster, you are missing one thing,\" he said in a teasing tone. Buster reciprocated by turning a curious glance at him. The wolf was still fatigued even though he tried hard to hide it from his master. Showing up tired after just two rapes would have meant being a pup not up to the standards of an experienced pedophile like Gerard. \n\n\"You lack delicacy, indeed no! Balance!\" he uttered the word as if it were the first since the beginning of the evening. He did so in a rush of joy.\n\n\"You must know how to dose delicacy and fury...,\" Gerard mimicked a balance using his palms facing upward like saucers.\n\n\"Delicacy...and fury,\" he repeated slowly to make himself understood. \n\nRavyn had confirmation that the horse was in every way a psychopath. \n\n\"Now I?m going to show you how it?s done...but I want you to fuck his anus until you make it bleed,\" he turned a menacing glance at the wolf. \n\n\"Do I make myself clear?\" she asked him with wide eyes. He was serious, his tone was, his sneer was. Everything about that horse was serious and was not to be taken lightly.\n\nThe wolf nodded, opening his mouth wide and tasting the air with his long canine tongue. In his vermilion eyes the rape fury had rekindled, the irrepressible urge to dilate unripe anuses. The enormous desire to rape underage children to the point of exhaustion.\n\nWith the first hip thrust, Buster threw Ravyn to the ground and forced him to the position in which he had held him while Gerard poured his fluids inside him.\n\nMeanwhile, inside his tummy, feces and piss had met and mixed. The pain in his tummy came with vehemence and a devastating agony wrapped him in a devastating grip. Ravyn threw his body forward, it was a movement roused by simple pain and nothing else. Not a single ounce of energy was left in his body. Even less, having reached that point, was that he could get out alive. The toxic stench haunted the air of the room as if there had been a paranormal presence, perhaps even a ghost composed of fecal gas, hovering freely spreading the vomiting stench of which he was a proud anointed one in the room. \n\nThe fact is that the child?s momentum served hardly any purpose. Buster and his canine cock had, as was the practice, remained anchored inside the little dragon?s ass after stuffing him thoroughly. So Ravyn ended up only moving forward half a meter without actually improving his position.\n\nBehind him, Buster was at his best, mounting him as a cowboy would have done; he was on him with the full weight of his body. His fur scarred Ravyn?s skin, which had yet to go through adolescence and the consequent thickening of scales. \n\nBut in that unfortunate episode, Ravyn was too small, and nothing his fragile little immature body could do. \n\nAs the big wolf paced, the even bigger horse positioned itself like a warship ready to strike, looking for the best spot to rest its big black hoofs. \n\nRavyn saw them in front of his eyes, the accumulated tears around the bulb not allowing him to focus well on the great disaster that was about to befall him. \n\n\"That pretty face definitely needs to be rewarded,\" said the horse ignoring Ravyn. He took him by the chin and lifted his head to examine him more closely. In front of him was a sensational sight. A fantastic roundish face devoid of the squarish features more common in adult counterparts. He examined the dark blue eyes, deep and misty from crying. The small, delicate nose was smeared in places, especially on the nostrils. The cheekbones were nonexistent; it would be several more years before he would see them protrude. The areas where they would sprout, just above the puffy cheeks, was reddish from the strong emotion. The lips, also shit-stained and moist from piss, were thin and barely visible. \n\nThough Ravyn held his mouth open, it was impossible for Gerard to make out the shape of the child?s teeth. These were covered with a layer of shit that the poor child just could not swallow. The fecal mass was half stuck in his mouth and struggling to get down his throat, Ravyn was locked in a horrible limbo from which he could not free himself. He could neither spit nor swallow, he lacked strength, he missed Polly, he missed James. He even missed his mother. \n\n\"You?re having a bit of trouble swallowing, I really think I?ll give you a hand Ravyn. After all, I can?t leave you in this state without first making you gobble up the shit that?s filling your cheeks!\"\n\nGerard, with an unexpected gesture, embraced Ravyn. With massive, long arms he wrapped him in a firm embrace. He brought his mouth close to the child?s ear to whisper something to him. Buster, without being pitied, continued to pound the child with strong strokes of his cock.\n\n\"I really want to make you swallow it all, every last piece of shit.\" The last word rumbled to the farthest reaches of Ravyn?s psyche, devastating everything he encountered in his path.\n\nGerard drew back with a snap, then placed his cupped hands on the little dragon?s filled cheeks. His flesh was warm and tender. \n\n\"I commend you Ravyn, and your little friend James confided in me how much you dislike receiving warnings. He told me this before we started our-\" Gerard winked. \" Checking session.\"\n\nNot even baby James had been spared.\n\n\"Be that as it may, I recommend you to keep your mouth wide open if you don?t want to suffer more than necessary...I warned you that I will not slow down or stop for any reason,\" the horse concluded by hardening his hands around Ravyn?s head. \n\nThe child was lost in the horse?s eyes and they realized too late that there was something else in store for him.\n\nGerard?s dick aka primary school nightmare stood out in all its magnificence and power. 50 cm of flesh and blood vessels, covered with veins and protuberances, graced by a mammoth headcap. \n\nGerard replicated the same maneuver that had enabled him just before to water the child?s stomach. He took him by the head, pulled the sides of his mouth with his fingers, and prepared to enter. \n\nIt was a pleasure for the horse to plunge his glans into the warm pile of shit, he felt embraced and welcomed as if in a warm and inviting home. He pushed as the boy?s lips rested on the fleshy shaft of his gargantuan prick. The glans sank down bringing with it a fair amount of feces soaked from the saliva and pee already present at the time of their entry. \n\nThe shit dropped down like a delicious dish, Gerard?s cock taking its place occupying the child?s cheeks. The horse began to fuck Ravyn?s mouth with hard and quick strokes, holding his head still so as not to waste a single stroke. The baby was stuffed like a cannoli, Gerard?s penis was long enough to penetrate him almost to his stomach. The shit, as it was pushed by a superior force, also ended up in his lungs. Air and oxygen became a priceless commodity for Ravyn. \n\nThe horse, once he had pushed down the load of feces lodged in the child?s throat, realized how tightly he had stuffed his penis down the narrowing. The grip that Ravyn?s throat imprinted on his cock was at a higher level than any child Gerard had ever raped. \n\nAs a cherry on top of the cake, Gerard concluded the child?s stuffing with a steaming fresh cumshot that ended little Ravyn?s life. The little dragon remained in a catatonic state suffering the sexual violence of the two attackers for an indefinite time. He died with his anus torn by cuts and full of cum and a stomach filled to bursting with cum, piss and shit. Gerard called it the sweetest end a victim of his could ever wish to suffer. He even said it aloud when Ravyn was no longer giving any sign of life.\n\nThird Final Ravyn Free\n\nBuster was exhausted; he had let his body slump over Ravyn?s more petite one. The child was struggling to breathe under the weight of the furry behemoth, but unfortunately he managed the incredible feat of survival. \n\nGerard circled around the two like a crow hungry for meat. He looked down on them with an air of superiority, analyzing his next move. Of all the possible options, he chose the one that would satisfy him most. Now it was his turn to break through the dragonet?s anus; after all, it was not fair for Buster to keep that inviting little hole all to himself.\n\n\"Buster, now get out of my way immediately,\" he exclaimed, approaching the wolf with his hand ready to grab it and hurl it away. \n\nThe wolf, in antithesis with his own spirit, strove to separate himself from Ravyn?s prestigious anus. It failed miserably. The entire anchorage was practically welded and Buster could do nothing to change things. \n\nGerard, who had already found himself in the same situation several times, wasted no time and grabbed Buster by the neck. With his other hand he pushed Ravyn to the ground and yanked to pull them off for good. \n\nThanks to his monstrous strength, the horse succeeded in the task without much effort. The wolf was thrown off and retreated bellowing near the bed. \n\nGerard, amply satisfied with the result, set about to position himself behind the succulent prey. Every time he saw a vulnerable baby?s ass next to his cock he came to smile. The difference in size was obvious and released a dose of hilarity in the horse that he just couldn?t escape. \n\nBuster, ardor recovered, launched himself at the target as ordered by his master.\n\nRavyn, motionless, suffered in silence.\n\n\"I love...I LOVE such little asses...,\" said Gerard ecstatically as he felt Ravyn?s little bottom. \n\nHe caressed him gently, as if to put him at ease. Ravyn knew very well there was no way to make himself comfortable in such a situation. \n\nGerard threw himself into the action startling poor Ravyn. First he grasped his huge phallus, at the same time he widened the child?s asshole. He rested the tip of the glans in it, then slid it inside, Buster?s remaining cum acting as an excellent lubricant. The horse?s dick clamped down once the glans was fully inside, Ravyn realized at that very instant what beast he was dealing with. If the wolf?s was big, Gerard?s was at least twice as wide. \n\nThe horse sank his meaty blade in slowly enjoying every moment of that heavenly anal rape. \n\nHalf the cock was in, and Ravyn?s pelvic bones were beginning to flex. The first drops of blood peeped out along with Buster?s semen.\n\nGerard hissed and moaned aloud, making his eerie cries of enjoyment echo through the entire hospital. \n\nThings changed abruptly and Ravyn did not notice until he felt the horse?s prick spurt out of his ass with a mushy, watery noise. \n\nWhat he heard next was more howling coming from inside the hospital. He thought it was Buster?s friends coming to finish the job. But he changed his mind when Gerard began to move around the room in a confused way, almost as if he were frightened. He could hear his hooves moving from the door to the window and back again. He was afraid and the howls in the distance were sirens. \n\nBuster bellowed excruciatingly as he stared at his master desperately seeking a solution.\n\nGerard soothed him by petting him and reasoning out what to do. Meanwhile Ravyn lay helpless on the floor, and behind him Polly stagnated in her corner.\n\nThe sirens were getting closer and closer, Ravyn thought he heard them near the hospital entrance, just below them. He did not know what floor they were on, but judging from what he had seen outside the windows the previous few days he deduced that they were quite high up.\n\nJust a few more minutes, he thought.\n\nGerard showed exceptional self-control. He picked up his gown from the ground and put it back on, then approached Ravyn with a quick step. He lowered himself beside him and brought his muzzle close to his ear.\n\n\"Polly must have called for help somehow,\" he whispered slowly.\n\n\"I?m so sorry Ravyn, if it was up to me I would have fucked you for days...but unfortunately I really have to run now.\" , he concluded and stood up.\n\n\"Take care Ravyn, and always look over your shoulder,\" he stared at him intently.\n\n\"Don?t ever forget me.\"\n\nRavyn was found in the room after several minutes; he was wounded and showed several signs of injury. His stomach having been used as a toilet, it was stuffed to the point of explosion. Beside him Polly was found, raped and deceased. There was no one else in the entire ward; they had all been transferred to other parts of the hospital.\n\nThe little dragon did not forget anything about that night, not even when he regained consciousness weeks after the event. Nor did he forget when years passed and he read in the newspaper that a child in his neighborhood was found raped to death and stuffed with feces.\n\n\"What father?\" the phrase Gerard said to him that night resounded. And then the yellow eyes, he thought back to those damn yellow eyes, too.\n\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Act 1
The last day of school remains, after the first, one of the most unforgettable. The farewell to classmates, teachers, to exciting and boring subjects; but the last day also means that summer is upon us, the days outdoors, the afternoons spent in pure enjoyment without the constant thought of waking up early and going to class the next morning. No more recommendations like COME BACK SOON, or DON?T SWEAT TOO MUCH. No, for Ravyn the fourth grade year could be considered officially over and the most memorable summer wonderfully begun. The little dragon was pattering his sweet little paws under the desk, his beautiful pair of blue eyes as dark as the sky in the dawn were fixed on the clock hanging just above the blackboard where the English teacher was warning the pupils of strange and dangerous happenings in town that they had to be aware of in order to stay out of danger. But the moving little hands were a sight far too juicy for Ravyn; the little dragon made an effort to listen to the teacher and simultaneously contemplate the inexorable advance of time. Failing miserably, of the recommendations given by the teacher, nothing remained impressed on Ravyn, and when the bell rang he did not even notice that the shorter hands had lingered on 11 o'clock, like a train that had arrived at the end station. Ravyn, who that day was wearing a plain purple T-shirt tight over his arms and shoulders and ankle-length black pants, was sitting in the pew positioned at the far end of the room, near the wall where the boy used to lean with his back.
Beside him, James looked at him with the usual dumbfounded expression cemented in his face, his small, misplaced baby teeth straining to shine as his moist hazel eyes were filled with pupils squinting in excitement. Ravyn, awakened from his trance-like state, returned his gaze to his deskmate, then wondered why some children his age were so stupid.
The little dragon, though counting several episodes of inattention alternating with instances of bad behavior, represented for all intents and purposes the best of his school. Excellent in all subjects, perceptive in questions, sharp in observations, intuitive in reasoning, quick in calculations in his head; a multifaceted talent. But Ravyn, as already guessed, was not entirely perfect; indeed, among his main flaws was that he ignored the advice and recommendations of others. Like most children, he perceived the words of adults only in one way, namely scolding, and every time it happened in the little dragon?s ears echoed the cries of his mother. Ravyn hated her, ignored her most of the time and insulted her in the remainder. When asked why, he never spent himself in lengthy explanations; he did not believe words could express on a 1:1 scale the reasons why his relationship with his mother was critical to such an extent that he went so far as to disown her on several occasions.
The words of Miss Katy, the English teacher, a pretty Christian Catholic bunny virgin at 35 and waiting for her bible-armed Prince Charming, had triggered in Ravyn the same annoyance he had felt since his brain had developed enough to understand what was happening around him. Warnings, recommendations, advice, all garbage the child thought.
"Hey Ravyn, are you coming to play with us?" James asked with his unaltered expression. His voice, as high-pitched and powerful as it was, died in the uproar that erupted in the classroom at the ringing of the bell, the moment when all rules and responsibilities lost their power and importance, the next moment in which all the children in the school ran into the hallways and screamed until their throats bled.
Ravyn anyway understood the question, and when he prepared to answer he noticed that only himself and his little friend were left in the class.
"You mean we?re going now?" he asked, certainly he wanted to go out but he had no desire to waste time with such stupid beings. Sometimes he went out more out of pity than out of actual pleasure.
"Yes," James replied, stammering. He was a tiger, the only one in the school, Ravyn had read that they became rare in those years, another reason to treat James with more sympathy than he would have deserved.
"The others are waiting for us outside, would you like to catch up with them?"
Ravyn automatically nodded at the tiger?s words, from a distance their teacher looked at them wondering why they were still standing there inside the classroom all alone just talking.
"Don?t you guys go out with the others?" She asked them in her honey voice.
" We?re going now!" replied Ravyn huffing, "I was spellbound by looking at the clock...."
The little drake stood up from the chair on which just moments before he rested his sweet, round bottom. His little feet firmly on the ground and his backpack successfully slinging, the child was eager to breathe some clean air.
Ravyn walked out of that yellow-walled room filled with wooden banquettes for the last time, congregated with his lecturer with a wave of his hand, ignoring her umpteenth recommendation, and finally with a cadenced pace slipped into the corridors towards the exit. The light outside flashed to him like the end of a dark tunnel from a distance; when the child placed his little naked foot outside on the tiles of the hall, it seemed to him that he had just escaped from a maximum-security prison like the ones he saw on the TV in the living room when he did not feel like listening to his mother?s screams.
" Hey Ravyn..." It was James again, she had caught up with him and was now walking beside him, risking a collision with each step.
" What?s up now?" Mumbled the dragon, his blue scales reflecting the powerful rays of the early summer.
"You don?t seem scared..." James had his usual insignificant tone.
"Why would I be?" Ravyn retorted, then greeted the companions who had left before him. There were about five of them, plus others Ravyn had never seen. They, too, returned the greeting.
"About the things the teacher told us about earlier...I still have goosebumps just thinking about it...look at my fur..." James raised his arm in his friend?s direction so that he could notice his numerous hard amber colored hairs stood erect.
"Ah right...yes of course I?m scared, surely that?s not something to be underestimated..." Ravyn often lied to James, it was a way of evading unnecessary topics that could be safely sidestepped. -Warnings are useless, when will you understand that, HM JAMES?- Thought the little dragon, and for a moment he was even tempted to say it aloud. He gave it up; he didn?t feel like fueling a conversation he didn?t want to get into.
"Sometimes when we go out, I wonder if we?re really safe...I mean, I wonder how difficult it could be for someone to hurt us..."
Ravyn was surprised by James?s words; it was the first time the urge to formulate a sensible and, above all, true answer, without lies, flashed through his head. But by now they had caught up with the rest of the group, so he let the intention wither away with the passing of time.
"Ravyn, mate!" Scisso, Ace?s younger brother who was in seventh grade and had the notoriety of the classic ignorant bully. However, Scisso was different, or as Ravyn termed him, he was still savable. He, like his older brother, was an husky, long-haired and blue-eyed frosty as the polar ice. The little drake liked him, albeit with some assurance.
Ravyn greeted the only one he cared about; with the other children he implemented the usual procedure. He just nodded with a fake smile as he went through their faces so in some instances their names were missing in the usual face/name association. The others, some in shame, some in boredom, made no more effort than the little dragon had done.
"Next year we will go to fifth grade!" Shouted Ace ecstatically, his nasal voice had gotten worse as the years passed and by now no one was hoping for the opposite.
"What took you so long to come out? I?ve been waiting for you with a super slobber in my hands...I was ready to give you one of those unforgettable baths!" Ace appeared parallel, disappointed and ecstatic at his own words.
Ravyn had noticed the damp stains from the water spread here and there on the clothes of the other children around there, there were dozens of fractious stupid beings unable even to make it in the potty without mom?s help.
"Ravyn had stopped to stare at the clock and got enchanted by it!" Prorused James followed by a fat laugh in which everyone got involved. The tiger had to cup his hand and hold back a huge mucus-wrapped booger that catapulted from his nostrils during that moment of widespread hilarity.
Ravyn remained impassive, as always. "I don?t find anything funny about it," he said in a controlled tone. His was a high-pitched but sharp little voice, as capable of hurting as an adult?s.
"Rather James, why don?t you eat that booger dripping from your nose instead of laughing."
After the joke, the general attention shifted to the newly stoned, the poor tiger fled to the little kiosk in the parking lot next to the school in desperate search of a handkerchief.
"Wow Ravyn, for a moment you almost made me forget about the guys Miss Katy was telling us about!" Ace was wiping away tears with the back of his little hand.
"Even James told me about this darn thing," Ravyn began, "recommendations, advice...do you really think such things will help? You just don?t understand that they..." He pointed the tapered index finger of his right hand toward the window behind which their class was hidden;
"You just don?t understand that they, the adults..." Here Ravyn was close to foaming with rage, he not only hated Miss Katy and her mother, he hated everyone who had passed elementary school "They believe that they know everything, they believe that we will listen to them like suckers with our ears wide open. They firmly believe that we hang from their lips every time they talk...but then let?s be honest, from who do they want to protect us? From whom? I hope you have gotten to the point, they want to protect us from themselves! No child robs a bank or a store, no child throws bombs, no child..." Here Ravyn paused, his lips hung open like a hangar. He noticed that his listeners were staring at him with dull eyes and foaming at the mouth, looking like mindless amoebas.
"Wasted breath..." He concluded by clenching his fists. He shrugged two pimply children in his passage and with a backpack on his shoulder walked away at a brisk pace.
"Useless idiots..." He hissed as he arrived at the outer gate, a rust-eaten pile of scrap metal that gave onto the paved road. It was packed with cars, overflowing with panting parents waiting to hug their little ones. Many of them were disappointed at the sight of the little dragon when they realized that it was not their own children.
Ravyn spent no time checking to see if his mom had come to pick him up, she had never done it before and that day would be no different, he was well aware. James came out of the booth with the stuffed handkerchief and when he reached the group he despaired at the news that what he considered his one true friend was gone. He tried to catch up with him, but when he came out of the gate his father tackled and encircled him in a tight hug, peppering his head with questions. The silhouette of his little friend appeared far away, on the sidewalk, heading who knows where. James would call him back and ask him out, after all, the Summer was officially on.
Act 2
Ravyn?s house was barely 1 mile from the school, the child had been going and returning alone since he could remember. It had been his mother?s fault, fed up and tired, yelling at him when she had to drive him to first grade. From that day on, the little dragon experienced the indescribable fascination of walking alone and crooning in his own thoughts. It was incredible how many of the town?s pivotal places were concentrated in that one mile: the town square where children of Ravyn?s age used to meet for games and entertainment; on either side were the bank, several bars, a greengrocer?s and a pizza parlor. Adults, so many lousy adults to avoid, Ravyn could see them hiding behind their signs, he could see dozens of them, intent on counting their dirty money slung over cash registers, determined to feed their corrupt souls.
"I was talking to them, trying to explain everything properly...and they were staring at me with those dumbfounded faces," muttered the little dragon as he advanced with his purposeful strides toward home.
"Fools! A bunch of idiots!" He exploded as he finally arrived outside the front door.
He pressed the doorbell with a snap, the ding dong rumbled for a few seconds before the sound died in the house. The door opened, it was Ravyn?s mother, sour at first sight, wearing a long flowered dress, she was barefoot as she always used to walk inside her dwelling.
"Are you back already?" Her sharp, cutting voice, for poor Ravyn, was something indescribable. Even a hint of that damned voice drove him mad, made his nerves tense to the point of breaking.
The child swallowed a large accumulation of acidic saliva and forcibly pushed open the doorway with his mother attached.
"Go ahead! Keep acting like an animal! Go ahead! Sooner or later you?ll attract the attention of certain beasts like you, they?ll take you into their custody...you?ll see how you?ll like living with your own kind!" The hysterical screams came muffled, Ravyn promptly reached his small room and closed the small door on which NO ENTRY was written in neat handwriting on a sticky piece of plastic.
"Why do I have to be only surrounded by fools...," Ravyn clenched his teeth and the words hissed out of him. He dropped the heavy backpack on one side of the wall near the door, then ran by the yellowed shutters to lower them down and let darkness take over the entire room. The shutters cawed, and in the blink of an eye in Ravyn?s small room nothing could be discerned.
"Oh...finally", he sighed.
He stretched his arms up and slipped off his T-shirt, which he glided across the floor, next he unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop down to the carpet;
"Alone, I am finally alone!" He breathed a sigh of relief, then launched himself onto the bed that had never been so soft and cozy. The child, almost completely naked, snuck inside his loving blankets, grabbed and squeezed them tightly, pretending it was a hug. How much he would have liked to receive one right then...not from just any adult of course, but from his father... but he wasn?t there, he was just gone.
Ravyn began to sob, the swollen tears pooled at the edge of his big blue eyes, then fell to form wavy smears all over his face. The child stifled the crying with the thick woolen blankets, not wanting to be heard by the stupid hag who lived in the same house with him. He would have preferred to suffer the pains of hell had he ever found himself choosing what to do.
"Dad...the only adult I love...now that I want you to hold me...you?re not here...you?re never here."
Ravyn?s sobbing continued until exhaustion enveloped him in a mighty grip that forced him into a deep, encompassing sleep.
Act 3
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" What!" Ravyn jolted awake, instantly realizing that he was surfing in a pool of sweat, his own sweat. The blankets were drenched, the sheet was so impregnated that it had changed hues. The panties were stuck together. The droplets seeped into his eyes, which began to sting.
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"What is that noise?" Ravyn wheezed, suddenly the darkness of his room was no longer a comfort; on the contrary. Not a fig could be seen, noises seemed to come from every corner with no definite point of impact. The little dragon uncovered himself by abandoning the sweat-soaked blankets on the even wetter mattress. He tried to wipe his eyes with the back of his hand, but instead of removing the excess, all he did was sprinkle the perspiration on a larger surface.
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Ravyn winced. The blows were coming from the left; he had finally pinpointed the source. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that the problem was originating from the outside.
He placed his feet on the ground and found that the floor was definitely and pleasantly cold.
He walked tentatively in the direction of the window, the spot where very presumably the din was thinning out.
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Ravyn recoiled in fright, the banging had increased in intensity, whatever it was he was sure was getting worse.
He took a big breath and threw himself on the glass with a leap as if there had been a burning obstacle separating them.
He placed one hand on the glass and with the other busied himself in looking for the strap to adjust the shutter, quickly found it and pulled it so as to shed light on the matter.
He whitened when he realized that it was night. He had slept for hours, safe in his nice little bed where nothing could touch him or worse, hurt him. But now it was dark outside, and he, a poor little vulnerable dragon, was not in his castle made of blankets and pillows.
Ravyn pulled the rope to its fullest until the window was completely bare, then leaned his head forward to get a better look. There was something strange on the glass, in fact there were many strange things to tell the truth. Cracks, many small fractures scattered all over the surface in seemingly random and unconnected places. Ravyn deduced that his bedroom window had been hit, and he got confirmation when he heard three noises one after the other that caught him off guard. He knelt down on the spot, terrified-there was no construction site going on outside, the streetlights were off, and not a damn thing could be seen-but Ravyn was more than convinced that there was no work going on or anything like that. From his window there should have been only the neighbor?s house and nothing else. The child thought quickly, taking advantage of his decidedly above-average acumen, eliminated the most unlikely options.
BOOM BUM BUM BUM BUM Another smattering of blows impacted on the glass, something pierced it, and it ended up rolling in front of Ravyn?s feet. It was a rather small stone and looked as familiar as an ordinary stone could get.
"This...this..." Ravyn picked it up and brought it closer to his eyes "This one looks like the stones we have in the garden."
The child?s heart found itself clenched in a tight grip, the circulation in his body ceased accordingly.
Reflecting, he thought. It could have been anyone, why be so alarmed?
Something knew how to answer Ravyn?s internal doubts, the answer came faint as a whisper from his subconscious or perhaps from an even more distant place. It had to do with the recommendations made that very morning by Miss Katy, the English teacher. But what exactly had she told him? Something that had to do with a kidnapping, or multiple kidnappings inflicted by someone to stay away from.
Ravyn shook his head and pushed those thoughts away, listening to stupid advice from an adult had never done him any good before, why would he start then.
Because you know it?s so, you know what?s down below in your garden ready to pounce on you, you already know!
"NO!" Screamed the child covering his ears and bringing his knees to his chest. The stone fell ruefully to the ground, rolled for a while before settling under the bed.
"NO! NO! That?s not true! I?m just paranoid, yes, that?s all..." He said to himself, almost convinced.
With a surge of courage he stood up, intent on unraveling the mystery.
"I?m sure it?s James, I?m more than sure it?s him...he must have felt sorry because I left and came here to ask me out..."
But it?s night, his mother would never let him out.... The voice, always that damn voice, told him.
"No...it?s definitely James..."
Go ahead and check... They were the last words before the voice recoiled from the place from which it had sprung, a place far far away.
He advanced forward, being careful not to cut himself on the sharp shards scattered on the carpet, the darkness not allowing him to distinguish them well. He stretched his neck to stick out his head, the hole made in the window had created a space large enough for a little head as small as Ravyn?s to fit through.
He had to be careful; at the last he noticed that one particular point had broken off and now appeared in a triangle-like shape with deformed sides and a frighteningly sharp point. If he had only brushed against it, Ravyn would have found his throat ripped open.
There was almost absolute silence outside his house, the little dragon marveled when he managed to poke his full head out, meanwhile the sharp glass under his neck grazed his windpipe when he breathed.
Outside, there was only the usual concert of crickets in the distance and a duet of birds in the tree across the street from Joshua?s house, another adult with whom one would never wish to have trouble to settle. But Ravyn heard them, heavy footsteps, coming from below.
The child bent his head downward, the glass came to tickle his skin, Ravyn held his breath. He cursed his mother who had ignored his requests to have an opening window, at that moment she would not have forced him to risk so foolishly.
At first he saw nothing stranger than the plants that, especially during the night, liked to assume anthropomorphic physiognomies to frighten anyone who dared to observe them. It was the sound of footsteps again; they were heavy feet on the pebbles Ravyn had in the garden that his father had deposited after buying the house. He said the stone gave a touch of the primordial, the little dragon?s mother had never agreed, she believed it was beastly to seek the primordial in a place as sacred and respectable as one?s home.
The little dragon attempted to locate the origin of the footsteps, they produced a dull but heavy sound, they sounded like hooves, yes. They sounded just like hooves settling on the expanse of small crushed stone pebbles.
He saw her suddenly, as if she had not been there until that moment and had appeared in that instant. He spotted the eyes first, two small but clearly distinguishable flames in the darkness that enveloped them. They were accompanied by heavy breathing and a large, abundant silhouette.
"James? James...is that you?" Ravyn asked, swallowing a large accumulation of saliva that flowed down him with extreme difficulty.
No response. Just the breath of the thing in the garden getting heavier and heavier.
"You are not him...who are you then? What do you want? I?ll call Dad if you don?t get out of our garden!"
Anyone who saw Ravyn at that moment would have mistaken him for a madman. He was leaning forward with his head out the window intent on threatening something in his garden, who in their right mind would have done that for him?
"Did you say father? YOU HAVE NO FATHER!" The voice spread from the exact spot where Ravyn had spotted the intruder. It was somber, dark and gloomy like that night, sounding just like the voice of a monster. The little dragon was not sure, but he seemed to smell a strange stench after the intruder had spoken. He couldn?t know it yet, but that was the smell of death, a pungent, sour stench that would make his nostrils burn at first contact.
Ravyn?s heart began to gallivant faster and faster, the child let out a cry and snapped back inside his room, felt a slight tingling under his foot but suppressed it by ignoring it.
Moving away from the window he bumped with his side on the desk, pain shot through his bones like lightning spreading throughout his body. Ravyn ended up on his knees, crawling with difficulty until he reached the door, raised his hand in search of the handle, trembling like a leaf under the blows of a winter wind. He felt the cold bronze of the knob, turned it and pulled. Leaning on the side, he jerked the door open and burst into screams and cries for help.
"MOM! MOM! HELP! HELP ME!"
Ravyn crawled on the floor like a worm after a rainy day, looking as if he had emerged from a cave.
"Ravyn? What?s going on?"
The little dragon?s mother, to the latter?s surprise, came rushing in with a mask of worry pasted on her face.
"Oh my god..." The dragoness was petrified when she saw the state her dear son lay in. Slumped on the ground, tears in abundance poured down his whitish face, his little naked body with only his underwear on was soaked with sweat. Then he saw blood, and the woman almost fainted on the spot. There was a trail of fresh, bright blood formed around the foot of her phraglet; it came from the small bedroom. With her hands cemented over her mouth, the dragoness launched herself into the hallway, maintaining the same identical pose all the way. She reached for the telephone and dialed the number for help.
Meanwhile Ravyn felt his eyes struggling to stay open. Black images with no shape or meaning were sticking to his retinas, preventing him from seeing clearly. He stretched his hand upward, it was the last thing he did before everything went black. He remained slumped on the carpet in a pose similar to that of a superhero intent on flying, the floor quickly absorbed the blood tinging itself burgundy red, the screams of his mother on the phone echoed throughout the entire neighborhood.
Act 4
James awoke with a big smile on his angelic tiger face.
Without any difficulty he slipped out of the bed, he was happy as a lark although he could not explain why. Slowly, arcing, the thoughts cleared in his head with the slowness doomed by his poor intellect. It was Summer, he didn?t have to go to school anymore, that explained why his mother hadn?t already barged into the room to wake him up and throw the windows wide open. The beautifully white smile widened even wider, James continued toward the bathroom. He froze in the hallway, where another piece of information had just been uncovered from his miserable memory. Ravyn, his only friend, had left the day before and had not been seen or heard from in any way. James could not explain why, but he felt a very similar feeling of concern, just like the one his mother felt for him. He asked no further questions, his bladder was full and needed to be emptied as soon as possible, his brain could not support all these things going on simultaneously.
Something was wrong, and the child realized it when he heard his mother downstairs conversing on the phone with someone.
"No Jane, I?m telling you the matter doesn?t add up for me! That?s why I don?t let my James hang out with certain people...the same thing could happen to him!"
James now went downstairs and took a seat at the kitchen table and noticed that his mother was not really shouting, it was just her powerful tone of voice, the one she always had.
"I understand, but doesn?t it seem strange to you? Do you really think Ravyn stayed in his room alone all that time? Who says he didn?t go out..."
James, who until just before was rubbing his hands and licking his mustache with the table full of delicacies in front of him, opened his ears wide, and all of a sudden the breakfast was no longer his main thought.
His mother was talking about Ravyn with someone...with who? When the call ends, Mom will have to answer a couple of little questions, thought the child straining his brain to the maximum allowed. At certain times he felt like a coal train on overdrive, with the charcoal throwers forced to work twice as fast.
James?s mother put down the handset impatiently, on her wrinkled face it was evident that something was highly annoying her. Puffing and shaking her head she returned to the sink where waiting for her was stacked a tower of dishes from the year-end barbecue held the previous day. Although she had eaten little or nothing, she was the one who spent the entire morning cleaning up the mess that her husband and guests had left in the garden. She was so furious, for so many reasons, that she forgot to say hello to her child. She had not even noticed that he was sitting there at the table a few steps away from her.
"Mom..." James exclaimed in his tender, childlike voice.
The tiger?s mother jumped on the spot in fright, turned around as if behind her there was a thief ready to pounce on her helpless body. She took great breaths of air when she realized that the voice was from her son, baby James. She loved him, more than anything else; she loved him more than her husband.
"James...you startled me, I didn?t hear you come down the stairs and sit on..."
She said panting from the recent scare she had received.
"You were talking on the phone...", the child replied, ignoring her. "Who were you talking to?"
"How come such questions? You usually give your mommy a big kiss as you wake up..."
James did not move a muscle in response to Mommy?s blatant pleas of affection. He had stopped appreciating her silly hugs and kisses for months; he couldn?t explain why, as with a thousand different things. He just didn?t feel like it anymore, that?s all.
"You were talking about Ravyn", the child insisted. "Why were you talking about him?"
"I was arguing with his neighbor, Madam Park..." Replied the mother and then turned around and returned to her dishwashing station.
"I see..." Said James under his breath, and it was true, he really understood.
"What happened to Ravyn?" He asked after grabbing slices of ham from the tray on the side of the table. Then he grabbed a piece of bread, opened it with his small hands being careful not to break it.
"He hurt himself..." Tiger replied with his hands dipped in the sink intent on degreasing leftover burnt meat and rosy blood from the plates.
James did not immediately elaborate, not before placing the fat-dense slices of ham between two slices of bread overflowing with crumbs. As the necessary space cleared in his cerebellum, the news hit him like a free-falling anvil on the back of his head.
He dropped the newly composed sandwich, gasped, and questions about what had happened to his friend Ravyn invaded him from all sides, as cross-attacks ripped him in all possible directions. The only thing he was able to say in response was a fitting representation of his distraught mood and turbulent mind.
"Where is he right now?"
He asked his mother, but this time he would not be satisfied with a thin answer in terms of substance. No, he would pepper her with questions until he had the correct information.
"I never liked that chick on the phone, you know that James? Shouldn?t you be hanging out with her son? What?s his name again? Nathan, Nigel, something like that?"
"MOM!" James exploded in a fit of rage, slammed his little hands clenched into fists on the table, rattling the plates and forks. The sandwich slipped and landed on the kitchen tiles, the viscous ham slowly began to separate from the bread.
"James are you crazy?!" Screamed the woman as she turned away, held her dripping hands up in front of her for no apparent reason.
"I just want to know where Ravyn is!" Shouted the child in turn, raised his voice making him cry in a way he could hardly resist. And indeed, at the edges of his tiny little eyes, bright tears piled up ready to rush down his cheekbones, his heart simultaneously with the tearing began to beat like an orchestra full of war drums.
"Please mom..." He concluded, sobbing badly.
"James...don?t cry!" She replied, hurrying over to her little son to encircle him in a loving embrace. She saw him with his head lowered and his elbows resting on the table, giving the appearance of even despair. She hugged him tightly, wiping his face with the lapels of the plaid blouse he wore that morning.
"Ravyn is in the hospital, dear...", she whispered in his ear. "I didn?t want to tell you so directly because I don?t think these things are appropriate for a child of your age...you have to realize that..."
"Enough! Stop!" the child interrupted her, shaking her off with a fleeting push "Ravyn is right, I didn?t believe him at first, but he?s right!"
"But..." James? mother was dumbfounded, that morning was turning out to be a series of surprises one after the other in rapid succession.
"Now I believe him...I want to know where he is!" James exploded, he turned a look to his mother, it was a mature and utterly disturbing look. Although they were moist with emotion, the child?s eyes had never seemed so menacing and hungry for truth.
"Your little friend Ravyn is in the hospital. Yesterday his mother heard him screaming and found him on the ground injured and in shock..." The tiger moved away from her son with slow, controlled steps, that child in front of her seemed everything except her innocent and sweet James.
Act 5
Ravyn reopened his eyes with untold effort, the space around him that he was able to observe was too bright and blurry for the child to make any sense of it.
He could no longer even remember how many times he had, with enormous effort, tried to lift his eyelids without succeeding, each time it seemed to him that he was repeating the same thing countless times.
Around him he perceived only muffled noises, perhaps voices, perhaps footsteps, perhaps both. His throat was dry, his mouth slurred and his tongue numb; swallowing simple saliva had never seemed so difficult before that moment. He made no effort to move his arms or legs, he could not even open his eyes fully, moving such large muscles was just impossible.
Dozens, perhaps hundreds, were the attempts needed before the images around him finally took shape and any sense.
The first thing he saw were light bulbs hanging on a creamy white ceiling; they gave off more light than anything else. Then, lowering his gaze, he saw his body covered in full by green sheets and blankets, meanwhile a rhythmic acoustic ticking began to make its way into his ears and join the many details with which little Ravyn was slowly piecing together the reality around him.
He marveled at his own abilities when, resisting a strong numbness dominant throughout his body, he managed to move his fingers and then even move his hand.
"Doctor! Doctor!" They were shouts, not far away, loud enough that Ravyn could distinguish them without undue difficulty.
He recognized his mother sitting on a stool there beside the bed; Ravyn read her face and tried to interpret it.
She looked annoyed rather than worried. Her face was pale and her tired eyes held open with difficulty, her dark circles were marked and numerous.
Ravyn would have liked to talk, would have loved to formulate some questions and understand what had happened. Reconstructing the events became his priority, he stared at the ceiling and began to ponder what the hell had happened.
Putting two and two together, Ravyn realized that he was lying in a hospital bed, probably his mother had already called a doctor who would soon arrive in his unmistakable white coat and that cynical calm that distinguished them all.
As he wandered with his mind, an intruder suddenly barged in.
"Ravyn, you finally decided to recover...I?m stuck here because of you...they said I couldn?t leave without some obvious improvement from you first...you?re too young to stay alone...what absurdity!" It was her mother, the stupid dragoness had gotten up from her stool and started to rant nonsense words. On her feet she was wearing a pair of high heels with which she paced back and forth across the room, spreading to the hallway the indistinguishable sound produced by the toe of her heels on the off-white tiles.
"I am really furious with you! Do you realize what you put me through!?"
The woman kept raising her voice; Ravyn would have loved to shut her mouth. He was only 8 years old but he had already guessed the best way to deal with a grumpy and irritating guy like his mother, the other option was to change his direction and leave. Just as his father had done.
"Now here comes the doctor, he will take care of you! You just opened your eyes, that means you are better! That sounds like a big improvement to me! Enough to get me out of this place!" Continued the dragoness huffing and continuing to fidget. "Oh holy God, when is that damn doctor going to show up? They?re all the same!"
Ravyn stared at his mother with disdain, now remembering everything, the images returned to their place, everything became eerily clear and limpid. The screams, the broken glass, the noise...the shadow in the garden...the voice, that voice. He recalled it for a moment, paying attention, rewound it as one does a tape, listened again paying attention to the yellow eyes that accompanied it.
Ravyn?s hair stood on end, the ticking that went to indicate the heartbeat sped up suddenly, the dragoness didn?t hint at stopping bothering him, the atmosphere was getting so heavy that the child could hardly breathe.
"I can?t stay in here anymore, you do understand me, don?t you Ravyn?" She had finally stopped talking, the machine gun supplied instead of the mouth must have been wretchedly jammed.
Light footsteps cleaved that air thick with oppression, a pair of slender legs crossed slanting cuts of light coming from the windows, a sweet young lady in a teal uniform came hopping all the way into the room.
She was a bunny, young and beautiful, freshly graduated probably. Ravyn framed her without being affected by the shapely face and round green hopeful eyes that characterized her.
"You don?t look like the doctor I talked to this morning..." Hissed Eraaan?s mother. The child glowered at her, hating her sourness, warmongering nature and face, especially when she assumed that tedious harpy expression.
"I?m the new nurse!" , the bunny replied, clearing her throat. "I was sent here by the Doctor! He asked me politely to come and talk to you about your son" The girl did not stop jumping around, looking incredibly excited.
"Okay...", declared the dragoness in annoyance. "Ravyn has recovered, he has opened his eyes, he is looking at us right now!"
She pointed to the child, then picked up the bag near the steel feet of the stool and slung it over the shoulder.
"Well, then I?m off!" He said with a bad attempt to sound sweet and loving.
She dismissed those present with a lazy wave of her hand and walked off in the direction of the hallway, making her heels rumble with each step. The nurse stood speechless, stunned by such a mindless attitude.
" Your mother really loves you, hm?" Joked the girl.
Ravyn succeeded in the great feat of smiling, it hadn?t happened for months now, whenever he had tried, his lips just couldn?t contract upward, as if it was an emotion he wasn?t allowed to access.
When a hint of happiness seemed to penetrate his armor of suffering, the memory of the blood, and of his mother?s screams crashed all at once and on Ravyn?s face, on his beautiful little dragon face of just 8 years old, innocent, unaware of the sad fate that had engineered an evil plan for him.
" You? re sad huh baby boy?"
The girl had approached, Ravyn met her gaze, her intentions seemed genuine, he read it in her face as clearly as he had done with the ravenous eyes of the shadow in the garden, which blazed with quite different intentions.
The girl settled for a yes made with her head, laid her hands on the child?s knees which protruded in two small hills from under the sheets.
"Be that as it may, I?m going to call the doctor now..." The acoustic ticking had settled down again after the brief period of continuous drooling that had registered until just now.
"He?ll come in the blink of an eye, you don?t have to worry, he?ll tell you everything you need to know..." Ravyn smiled at her, it was definitely easier in her presence.
-Maybe it?s true that not all adults are so bad!- He reflected as the bunny printed a noisy kiss on his forehead in the space between his eyes.
"Oh how careless of me, I haven?t even introduced myself, I?m Polly!" The bunny smiled and with a snap she launched herself to the door.
"Take care, don?t fall asleep just now, the doctor will be here in an instant, pinky swear!"
She exposed her little finger in the air and waved it for a few seconds before disappearing from the cone of vision available to Ravyn.
-That chick is weird, but I have to admit she?s kind of nice-, he thought cheerfully, another glimmer of happiness, how many in such a short span of time.
That sudden hit of endorphins proved on the contrary to be a perfect soother, Ravyn gently lowered his eyelids and fell into a deep sleep that embraced him better than his mother had done in her lifetime.
Act 6
"Ravyn? Hello? Can you hear me? It?s me, JAMES!"
Just uttering that name made Ravyn wince from the enveloping sleep into which he had fallen, opened wide his big blue eyes like the depths of the sea, and with enormous astonishment his sense of sight supported the guess provided by his ears just before that there, sitting on the stool at the foot of the bed, was his, to put it mildly, friend James.
The little boy returned the astonishment with a healthy dose of joy, the same one he had used on the last day of school, when Ravyn had been mesmerized by the clock and the ticking of his hands.
"You know Ravyn, I heard you were sick...and I came to say hi, you disappeared the other day when I went to the kiosk to buy some candies! Or did I buy the lollipop?"
James assumed a thinker?s pose that strangely suited him quite well. If Ravyn didn?t already know him, he might have even mistaken him for a child prodigy.
"Water..." He strained to say the little dragon. James stopped thinking and focused on his friend.
"What did you say?" he asked him, straining his ear.
"Water..." Ravyn repeated with extreme effort, he felt his throat parched enough to grow cacti in it.
James prepared to search for water, and even then, deep down, he felt like a detective.
After wandering around without finding anything, Ravyn pointed to the small bottle right next to him with a nod of his head. Finally, James complied with his friend?s request.
Reinvigorated, Ravyn felt almost ready to speak.
"Thank you for coming," he confided, his voice darker than usual.
"I was looking forward to seeing you...Mom didn?t want me to come, you know how she is, she always worries!"
The embarrassed tiger answered him.
"My mother left at the first opportunity", mumbled Ravyn "Just like dad, those two have no backbone and I don?t think they will ever have one."
Knock Knock
Ravyn lifted his head suddenly, James turned his to the side, out of the blind corner popped Polly armed with her best smile.
"Am I interrupting something?" She asked in a polite tone.
"No please come in!", replied Ravyn suddenly.
"I brought something!", intoned the little bunny as she entered with a quick step.
And indeed she held a small box in her hands; they were peanut butter cookies.
"I asked your little friend here and he confidently told me you would like them!"
Polly widened her smile and handed the box to Ravyn.
The little dragon was almost moved by that gesture; he loved peanut butter, and James had remembered, and Polly had bought them for him. They had been so kind.
"I don?t know if I can accept...", Ravyn hesitated, and strong emotion betrayed from his voice.
"You can?t refuse, I?ll endorse them for you here!"
Polly walked past James and reached the nightstand beside the little dragon, placed the cookies on it and returned to the old position whistling a refrain.
"You fell asleep yesterday, so the doctor couldn?t talk to you, but he will today, he should be coming soon..."
Ravyn was so happy with everything that was happening around him that he did not notice the presence behind Polly?s back. No one, truth be told, had paid any attention. James was too busy dealing with performance anxiety; he didn?t get to stay in the room so often with such a pretty girl as Polly, who in turn thoughtfully wondered if Ravyn had ever received a gift before that day. It seemed funny to her, and actually quite serious, that the poor child had to get hurt and end up in the hospital to receive some affection. Why? She kept wondering, his mother had not been in touch except by phone since her son had regained consciousness, what mother would behave like that? And his father, where was his father? Dozens of questions with attached assumptions gripped the bunny?s mind.
A straight slap on the butt freed her from everything, the pop vibrated through the air and brought everyone back down to earth.
All three of them, no one excluded, were covered by the huge shadow cast upon them. The gigantic black cloak propelled by the white lights hanging from the ceiling belonged to a being of gargantuan size. It towered, wearing the floor-length white coat, with a protruding snout endowed with a mocking smile composed of crooked teeth overlapping one on top of the other, and dark brown skin and sparse fur, broad and mighty shoulders, numerous straight black hairs...and finally, Ravyn stood petrified, for a moment he did not know how to calculate the cookies in the box a palm?s length from his face became more alive than he was.
Two eyes, small, yellow with amber hues, were untouched by any source of light like nothing could touch them. They were them, the exact same damn eyes Ravyn had seen that night that seemed to him to relive in that instant as in a sensory flashback, now he was able to smell the same scent he had smelled propagating from the creature. There was a difference, however.
The smell was much more intense and definitely closer.
Polly reacted to the molestation by snickering, convinced that the children could not comprehend what had happened. She was wrong, of course.
"Doctor, you surprised me! I didn?t think you were capable of such quietness..." The girl turned around, and the difference in size was more evident than ever.
If James and Ravyn had climbed on top of each other, effectively forming a tower of flesh and blood, it would have quietly caught up with Polly in height. But if the tower had been joined by the bunny, the doctor would still have been taller, and not by a small amount.
"I wanted to amaze you, and I succeeded.", said the horse.
He had a voice that was warm but not honeyed, awe-inspiring and spewing command from every pore. The voice of a leader, that?s how Ravyn would have described it, the voice of someone who is used to giving orders which are executed with no questioning.
The child tried to swallow but failed, the deja vu startling him more than expected.\t\t
The horse clutched a small folder in his mighty hands crisscrossed with wide, protruding veins. Probably it was a paper concerning Ravyn?s psychophysical condition.
Polly blushed and lowered her gaze; it was clear that maintaining eye contact with that being had to be impossible, especially for a sweet, kind-hearted girl like her.
James, too, was frightened by that horse in doctor?s clothing; the more he observed him, the more terror increased. He feared for a moment that it had come in for him, and would suddenly use those big hands to examine him. The tiger had never, in his short existence, seen a creature so menacing that it instilled fear by its mere presence.
Ravyn?s throat remained wide open, the air invaded it, and he soon parched all over as if the water he had ingested just before had been a figment of his imagination. He turned to look at the small bottle; it was there where he had left it. He hoped with all the strength at his disposal that everything was a sheer dream.
He had gone to sleep, crying, and perhaps he had not yet awakened. Perhaps.
"Ravyn, may I call you by your first name?"
The doctor opened his jaws wide and released a heartbreaking smile, all his teeth pressed one on top of the other in scattered order.
Ravyn, with the sweet little face turned into sheer fear, did not help but peer at that jumble of teeth presented in front of him. Then he lifted his gaze, slowly, and his eyes met the horse?s yellow ones, again.
"I guess that?s a yes, whoever keeps silent consents, right?", joked the doctor, but James and Ravyn did not laugh at all.
Polly on the contrary accompanied the joke with a hysterical giggle.
"Well Ravyn, I?m sorry your mother is not here...," the doctor exclaimed.
"Here I have your report, I personally followed your hospitalization..."
The horse lifted the little file and began and read.
"I don?t believe those who claim that children should not be informed about certain things...on the contrary, I think it is your right to understand what is happening. I want to treat you as an equal and not as a fool; being young does not exclude the option that you may quietly understand what I am about to tell you."
He spoke without looking up from the paper, holding it close to his head with one hand while with the other he fumbled with something Ravyn could not see, Polly was blocking his view.
"Nothing to say? Then I?ll continue..."
"You know Doctor, Ravyn is a very shy child and still has difficulty speaking...but I?m sure he will understand everything!", said the little bunny, winking in the direction of the little dragon. James saw her and was somewhat jealous.
"Well...", assented the doctor.
"When you arrived with the ambulance you were unconscious, and you remained in that state even during the operation."
Ravyn listened attentively, fearing that at any moment that vigorous creature would pounce on him.
The ticking of his heart accelerated.
"We had to stitch up your foot, you had a cut about 8 inches long that ran from your big toe to your heel. I can assure you it was a very bad wound. Fortunately, we intervened before it made infection."
Ravyn reasoned quickly as he was wont to do and deduced that after all there was a chance he had been mistaken. Perhaps he had been confused and there was no one in the garden, or the one in front of him was not the same figure that had terrified him. Too many maybes and too scarce of answers, far too few.
"Following an MRI we found trauma to the pelvis, on the right side to be precise. An impact, almost certainly."
James nodded without understanding anything.
Polly listened interested although she already knew everything, she had peeked at the chart the previous day.
"The only remedy? Rest and a proper iron-rich diet.", he concluded, finally raising his head and staring at Ravyn in search of a sign of life.
"Have I been exhaustive enough?", he asked.
Ravyn nodded. As much as his confidence in that horse had slightly increased, he did not feel like speaking. His voice as he described to him in detail what was written in the report, Ravyn kept comparing it with the one he had heard in the garden. And try as he might, everything suggested to him that it was the same.
"Good, I?m glad you got it", the doctor assured him.
"Unfortunately or fortunately you?ll have to stay here for a couple more weeks."
Polly tried to speak but the doctor interrupted her.
"Polly will be there," he said, pointing at her.
"Our beautiful bunny will take care of you."
He smiled warmly at her.
"Ravyn...", he continued, changing his tone abruptly. He was back to being as authoritative as when he first came in.
"My name is Gerald. Don?t ever forget that", he ruled.
Ravyn nodded again, his throat too dry to swallow again.
Gerald smiled again in that unique creepy way of his and turned toward the exit. Only in that fleeting moment did the two children notice that the heretofore hidden hand peeked out from Polly?s skirt.
James became a volcano of jealousy.
"Call me about anything!", she informed him before turning the corner, taking the little bunny with her.
Ravyn exchanged a series of glances with James.
"James, I need more water.", he said.
Act 7
The rest of the day passed much better than it started. James remained in his friend?s company for several hours before he disentangled himself from the stool he seemed to have become so devoted to that it was difficult for him to separate himself from it.
Ravyn waved him off and expressed his sincere thanks for coming to visit him. They had not talked about strictly interesting things, but he could not deny that he had enjoyed his company.
When the tiger was out of reach, the little dragon turned his attention to the package of cookies. Now they were finally alone and he could binge on their sweet crunch without being seen. Ravyn did not like being watched while eating.
He unwrapped the package with a gentleness mainly due to his lack of strength; his energy had not yet been restored and even such a simple action had its difficulties.
Two rows of large chocolate chip cookies stood before him, he took one in his hand and contemplated it. They were very similar to the representation on the box.
Ravyn bit into them hard, he was starving and had no idea when lunch would arrive. In less than an hour he had finished all the available cookies.
Alone and with a full belly, he had no reason to stay awake. Sure he could have mulled over the doctor thing, but he was in a hospital after all, so what bad could happen to him? And then there was Polly, Ravyn was convinced that if he called her she would have rushed over instantly.
The insulin spike and the many carbohydrates in his system soon took effect and Ravyn fell asleep again.
"Please don?t hurt me...please...I beg you don?t!"
"I?m sorry Polly, but he?s hungry, so hungry and I can?t stop him...I mean I could, but it wouldn?t be right. He has his basic needs too, and now he?s dying to kill you."
Ravyn heard them well, voices muffled by the distance between them. They rumbled through the corridors all the way into his room. The child was having a nightmare, he hoped that choosing himself would find something better waiting for him instead of those ugly words.
He looked around, and it was dark again. The only light came right from the corridors, it was dim and illuminated just enough for Ravyn to understand where he was.
The bed that he had so appreciated at first and had considered very comfy was beginning to feel cramped; it was starting to feel decidedly uncozy.
"Polly dear, I am sorry that before tonight I did not introduce you to my little puppy first..."
The voices had resumed to be heard. There was Polly, Ravyn was certain, and reluctantly he was also convinced he knew who the other voice belonged to.
A loud growl alternated with a fat laugh that was equally disturbing.
"I don?t want to die...I beg you!"
A high-pitched sob was added to the various sounds. Then footsteps, they were light and quick. Ravyn recognized them instantly, Polly was running and in that exact direction.
"Help! Someone please help me!"
Ravyn kept listening in silence, dreading the worst of whatever was happening. Anyone else would have wished they were home at that moment, except him.
He was fully aware that he was not safe even in his own house.
It happened quickly, and what available little illumination was enough for Ravyn to see Polly enter into the room. She was panting and all drenched in sweat.
She motioned the child to be quiet and hid behind the wall on the interior side opposite the front door.
Ravyn obeyed, the acoustic ticking accelerated wildly, Polly approached, taking care not to make any noise, and unplugged the wires that connected the baby?s tiny sternum with the machine for monitoring the baby?s heartbeat.
The girl settled back into position and waited patiently, limited her breaths to the minimum necessary and knelt in the darkest corner praying with her hands clasped together and her tear-soaked face turned upward. She whispered something but the tone was too low and Erann did not understand a single word.
"Polly! You little coniglietta!" , Someone shouted in the distance. Then more laughter, much and hideous laughter of mockery.
"We?re coming for you-oh yes, we?re coming for you soon, and you can?t even imagine how much fun we?re going to have!"
The voice was getting closer; Ravyn, however, heard no footsteps.
He lifted the blankets and slipped under them, he was so afraid, sweating profusely without hinting to stop. He was still thirsty, damn he thought, why am I always thirsty?
He didn?t think for a moment about putting his head out to get water.
Polly betrayed a soft sob and then returned to strict silence.
"Do you really think Buster can?t spot you? Do you think running away has been entirely your decision? NO!" the voice exploded ever closer, perhaps it was death Ravyn thought.
"I MADE THE CHOICE TO LET YOU ESCAPE!" There was another beastly scream, then another skin-cracking growl.
Ravyn crumpled in on himself and his entire little body began to tremble. Uncontrolled spasms suddenly reached him with no respite, no matter how hard he tried to remain still, he had now become prey to the convulsions even before he became prey to whatever was coming.
The silence that dominated the room when the screaming ceased was shattered badly by a new noise. It was slight but at the same time unique; it was as if something or someone was relentlessly sniffing every inch of the surrounding environment.
Then there was that wild growl again, and Ravyn realized he was no longer alone in the room with Polly.
"I told you Polly, I would get you!"
The little dragon heard the sentence and was certain of it, no longer in doubt. An unknown force, even more powerful than his hatred for adults prompted him to emerge from his hiding place to observe. The same indentical thing had happened a few days earlier, in his own bedroom.
He overcame all fear, at least long enough to get half his head out and understand once and for all clearly who was doing what to whom.
If he had exposed his eyes and the cardiac detection machine had still been active, he was as well certain that the latter would have exploded because Ravyn?s heart would have reached a level far beyond any normal conception.
His gaze, as much as he did not wish it for anything in the world, lingered on a tall, massive figure from which heavy breaths were propagating from nostrils that were certainly wide in proportion to the rest of the body. Ravyn had no other guesses at his disposal.
The long, white smock was the thing the child saw just after the mammoth figure took a couple of steps forward. The yellow fear eyes were the last confirmation Ravyn needed; the behemoth that entered into the room was Gerald.
"Buster and I came to have some fun" the horse said, imposing himself with his dark voice.
"I?ve heard about the disappearances, rapes and dead bodies...but I didn?t think it could happen to me!" cried Polly before bursting into tears. Her cries were heartbreakingly shuddering.
"Your petty attempts to pity me and have your life saved make me cum even harder, Polly dear, what do you think Buster?"
Another growl, then a loud mustache lick.
Ravyn framed the second subject, he was definitely shorter than Gerard, holding himself on four thin legs. A ray of light reached him as Gerard advanced another step, leaving the hallway lighting a chance to enter. Ravyn, scrutinizing it with a keen, feverish eye, could vouch for the fact that it had thick gray fur, a pair of jaws dense with sharp teeth sprinkled with saliva; and finally, the detail that most terrified the poor little dragon was the last thing he could notice, a pair of scarlet eyes, indemonized and undoubtedly bloodthirsty.
It was that huge wolf the origin of the brutal snarl that Ravyn feared so much, and when he could hear it again at such a close distance the result was far worse than before.
It was agony, a complete package of suffering and terror, the poor little dragon was completely still waiting for something to happen. He was well aware, despite the fact that he could not think with the calmness and rationality necessary at certain junctures, that very soon something horrible would happen.
Polly, there was still Polly there with him, a small torch of hope remained lit in Ravyn. Perhaps the bunny would call for help that would promptly come to their rescue with sirens blaring and armed to the teeth. It was a beautiful little torch that was shattered at the exact instant Gerard began talking again in his menacing tone.
"My cock is on fire, do you know that Polly? Did you believe that screwing you a couple of times a day would be enough for me? Then again, today I have to admit that you?re lucky, you?re not alone after all. Am I right, Ravyn?" the horse asked, punctuating each syllable with disarming accuracy. In the background the growl of his trusty Buster pierced the silence of that environment without a moment?s respite.
Ravyn, the second he heard Gerard say his name, retreated under the blankets and clammed up shocked with fear. He trembled relentlessly from head to toe, his dilated pupils hinting at the extent to which his thoughts were accelerating at that moment and how high was the excitement of being in the midst of such a unique experience.
Polly overpowered the noises emanating from the wolf with her ragged cries that crashed on the windows and walls with unexpected intensity, her cries were high-pitched cries choked with anguish.
"Why me? Why?" she sobbed in a broken voice.
"Buster, this tender bunny is all for you!" sentenced Gerard issuing an order that had all the air of being unquestionable.
From beneath the heavy layer of sheets and blankets, Ravyn heard everything and knew that the point of return was just crossed. If Polly had even for a moment had any chance to save herself, when Buster approached her to amuse himself with her, it was all over.
If for the bunny the sad tale was coming to an end, by contrast for the wolf a fantastic and horny one was just beginning.
With a slow pace, he advanced keeping his head down and the pair of half-closed eyes to better picture the juicy prey in front of him. Although hidden in the darkest corner, it was not a problem for Buster to distinguish the soft flesh he was about to pounce on.
Ravyn, constantly convulsing, stopped breathing to listen and distinguish by hearing alone what was happening.
A forced jet of air came into his mouth as his protective layer of wool and cotton came flying away. Ravyn found himself naked of any protection at all, now vulnerable to the truncated Gerard who, a step away from him, stared at him with pale eyes and endless uncovered, horrifying teeth.
"Did you think I would forget about you little one?" she told him without blinking.
His large hand rose slowly into the air, and gently went to the child?s ankles, Ravyn noticed that the fingers were stubby and full of rough, yellowish calluses.
The leathery fingertips rested as gently as possible on the right ankle bone, Ravyn was curled up on the left side and offered the opposite half to his assailant.
"You really do have a gorgeous body, has anyone ever told you that?" the horse urged him, smiling conspicuously.
"You must be asking yourself so many questions right now...," he began to tell him, and the smell of death plummeted into the child?s nostrils at that exact moment. Meanwhile, in the background, Polly?s blaring screams collided with the horse?s calm tone.
Buster had stopped growling and got down to business, the poor bunny had tried to defend herself using her thin little arms as a shield, but the beastly wolf had torn her flesh with a bite forcing her to lower the defenses.
Buster?s snout soaked with hot blood and his bestial frenzy was activated with an eruption of horniness and lust. His hairless dick peeked out of the pouch, dripping and throbbing, waiting to be employed.
Polly wiped away her tears with her blood-soaked arm, her pretty face contracted by terror was unrecognizable. Everything, including her pretty nurse?s dress had lost every old hint of innocent charm.
Buster lunged at her with gaping jaws, yellowish razors sprinkled with saliva glistening for a moment before penetrating the bunny?s neck. Polly emitted a powerful and final scream, all happening as Gerard went up Ravyn?s legs stroking and groping him.
The sharp screeching was instantly interrupted substituting for a stifled gasp, Buster had stuck all his teeth in a mighty grip, Polly?s tender skin was opened with an impressive ease. At the same time, with an almost athletic-like gesture, Buster used his claws to rip off the poor nurse?s lacy panties, leaving her completely exposed in her most intimate zones.
When the wolf cock was on the verge of exploding from arousal, Buster exploited a phenomenal hip thrust and pushed in the direction of the girl?s tiny vagina, which dilated to accommodate the huge canine behemoth.
Polly opened her mouth wide to breathe in that fateful moment in which she was filled like never before. She felt it inside, that vein-covered, pulsing, thick dick pressing her vaginal walls from the inside forcing them apart.
"Ravyn, you little dragon...do you feel your little friend? Do you feel how Buster is fucking her good? Oh don?t worry, I will personally make sure you feel the exact same sensations, I swear!" The horse put his hand on his chest as if he were under oath, then, with his usual crooked smile, placed his big calloused hands back on the little dragon?s body.
"You have fantastic wings, and a really well-groomed little body...I?ve never seen such a pretty creature," he whispered as he moved forward, probing him in the direction of the pelvis.
"It was...you...that night, wasn?t it?" stammered Ravyn, completely terrified and unable to think of anything but terrifying scenarios that were projected in his mind like images and videos from which he could not escape.
Gerard, after feeling the flesh, slid his fingers into Ravyn?s pyjama bottoms, and slowly began to slide them away over the blue skin he had so delicately groped until then.
"Strange you should ask me such questions, yes Ravyn, that was exactly me," said the horse, muffling a laugh. "I love to lurk in front of schools together with my trusty Buster...," and Polly meanwhile had stopped making sounds, Buster was humping her mercilessly against the wall in the darkest corner of the room, the dull, dry noises produced by the bunny?s impact with the hard white plaster forced Ravyn to relax his bladder and let a rivulet of gold pour onto the bed.
"When I saw you leave alone on the last day of school, I knew you were the one, I could see you walking and I licked my whiskers at the mere thought of what I was going to do to you," whispered the horse, licking his whiskers even as he was narrating.
" I could already feel your soft little legs under my grasp...," Gerard performed what the past self had wished to do, his phalanxes tightening on Ravyn?s thin thigh until they changed color.
"I have an urge to fill you up like a toilet, oh yes I have an urge so high you can?t even imagine. No one?s coming to save you, I?ve got everyone going, it?s just you, me, and Buster!" the horse burst into agonized laughter that rumbled in the dragoon boy?s ears with an echo of impending death.
"You will suffer Ravyn, then you will like it, and then you will suffer again, and so on, until I decide enough is enough! But you can rest assured, I plan to make it last for quite a long time, a beautiful child like you does deserve the best treatment!"
Ravyn found himself without pants, his little testicles were exposed as well as his legs and calves, Gerard drank in the sight of them for a few seconds before starting to touch him again.
The horse groaned and bit his lips, hissed unintelligible words and hurriedly removed his shirt as well, leaving the boy completely naked and vulnerable.
"Magnificent, you have such smooth, soft skin...I understood that you were what I call a <<rare piece>>, but I could not have known that you were one to this point..."
Buster in the background seemed to have reached the peak of pleasure, a growl mixed with gasps of enjoyment made that clear.
Ravyn, now completely uncovered of all armor, was being trafficked by the horse?s piercing eyes and a few gusts of wind infiltrated through the only open window that the child noticed only at that instant.
"Really a bad accident what happened to your foot, if I had known earlier I wouldn?t have ventured. You got a great big cut...," said the horse, observing the child?s foot. "Really a great cut," he traced the sentence to give it more weight. Gerard had the urge to tickle but desisted; he had quite other plans in mind.
"You know Ravyn, no child before you had made me so hard before," as soon as he finished the sentence, the horse took off his gown, thus revealing his sculptural body, he had been naked the whole time.
Ravyn was thunderstruck by the sight of that behemoth, a mass of muscle and virility, he did not know where certain muscles began and ended. The child?s eyes went wide in an expression that surprised was to mean too little, his curiosity-hungry gaze resting on the gigantic phallus dangling blissfully between the mighty legs of the long-haired energumen.
At first, no matter how hard his eyes strained, he couldn?t glimpse more than just a long, squat dark shape wiggling in a space far too confined for its size.
"I think it?s time for us to start having fun, what do you think Ravyn?" asked Gerard as he slipped and simultaneously moved his big hand up the child?s body. He grabbed him by the neck; it was so thin that Gerard could have broken it with embarrassing ease.
The herculean horse imparted enough force to hold the little dragoon down, it took only three fingers to keep him glued to the bed and the other two spent in holding his little mouth open to the maximum possible extension.
Ravyn, as much as he had wanted to, could in no way contract or even more simply wriggle. He was too smart a child; he knew well that trying to dilute the evil that was happening to him was utterly futile.
Wriggling, screaming, kicking, all of it these mere attempts would not benefit him in any way, it would do him no good to postpone the inevitable. The creature beside him was more than twice as big, armed with muscles and a gigantic dick. That wasn?t the only problem, just behind the horse, a few steps away, stood Buster, his faithful hound with a perpetually turgid cock. What could he, an innocent little dragnet, do in front of that pair of horny powerhouses?
Gerard, laid his other hand on the child?s cheek, rubbed the back of it, savoring its softness.
"Oh yes Ravyn, the skin on your body is fantastic, but the one on your face is on another level, there is no comparison!" whispered Gerard in a low voice, his intentions was to create an almost definable intimate communication with the poor child, who, no matter how hard he was trying, could only respond with a gasp of absolute terror.
"I think I love you... you know that baby dragon? But I usually make the children I fall in love with pass challenges...," the horse turned his fiery eyes in the direction of Ravyn?s pure blue ones, and then smiled, again, the child saw his many crooked teeth shouldering to be noticed.
"Now keep your mouth open, mind you, this is a crucial step in the procedure...after all, besides being a cunning pedophile, I?m also a very good doctor!"
Gerard withdrew his hand from Ravyn?s cheekbone and then directed it to the base of the large dangling phallus of which he was so proud, his pedophile friends had assigned him a personalized name, the anal dilator, a primary school nightmare. A name, a warranty.
Gerard, with a firm hand tightly clamped on his cock, approached the poor little dragon?s head, the nook created by his wide-open mouth was frighteningly enticing.
The horse rested his cock on the little dragon?s thin lips, he could see that they were dry and required to be properly wet.
"Damn Ravyn, your mouth is as parched as a desert...do you know what one does in such cases, when one is short of fresh water?" asked Gerard holding his cock at a minimum distance.
Ravyn, with that phallus a palm away from his eyes, could admire its features.
It was massive, thick with blood and covered with veins and protuberances on the sides, it was darker than the rest by at least a shade, the glans reddish from the huge influx of blood was sprinkled with pores and swollen like a blimp. The massive testicles the size of two coconuts seemed to be levitating in the air, a slight strip of skin connected the scrotal sac to the rest of the groin. The resemblance between the cock and its owner left Ravyn even more amazed than he already was.
"You have to drink something to stay hydrated, don?t you think so too?" he told him in a low voice as if they were two buddies exchanging advice they had no intention of revealing to anyone else.
"Get ready Ravyn, open that mouth, breathe now if you want to, cause before long you won?t be able to!" the horse shouted, making the whole room jolt as an earthquake would have.
Without wasting any more time, Gerard placed the glans back on the child?s soft lips and pushed until he thrust deep. He saw Ravyn?s cheeks widen and fill, felt the muscles in his jaw straining open, and choked gasps propagate from his clogged vocal cords.
The horse and the little dragon exchanged yet another glance, this time it was long and slow, agonizing and suffering, one could read pity in Ravyn?s eyes, one could read pure enjoyment in Gerard?s.
"Here we go!" said the horse in a cheerful tone though it was not a roller coaster ride.
Ravyn?s mouth was completely stuffed, the dick that filled it began to swell and relax very quickly, with his tongue pressed under the reddish frenulum he felt that some kind of valve was about to open, a burning heat invaded him like boiling oil.
Gerard heaved moans of enjoyment, his watermelon-sized bladder slowly contracted, emptying itself of its viscous contents.
For the boy it was a rollercoaster of fear and curiosity, his throbbing heart peaking at that precise instant. From the glans of the behemoth squirted out, at an impressive power, a wide jet of hot piss that crashed onto the palate, the soft walls of the mouth and between the numerous baby teeth.
Ravyn felt the liquid inundate his mouth like a flooding river, now he could think of nothing but the unrelenting, annoying tingling on his tongue. That golden waterfall tasted strong, pungent, incredibly salty, the pores of his tongue filled with piss as well as his teeth, which were engulfed by it.
The incredible heat given off by the spray released smoke that found a way out through his nose, meanwhile Ravyn tried to fight against the burning in his throat that was making him suffer like a beast.
The horse?s pee was yellow, tasty, and most of all, it was a lot, really a lot.
The child?s little mouth, already largely filled by the energetic man?s glans, got stuffed in just 10 seconds.
"Now swallow Ravyn, open your throat to my piss, let it flow into you, let me fill your stomach like a toilet!" he yelled in a tyrannical tone against his reddened face.
" GOBBLE EVERYTHING!"
Gerard loosened the grip of his fingers on the child?s neck, finally Ravyn, with his throat released, hastened to swallow as he had been ordered. He was going to obey an adult, he was going against what he had so believed up to that moment. On reflection, however, even at such a time, perhaps listening to the advice of Miss Katy, the English teacher, would have been enough to save his life. If he had heeded the news about disappearances, he would never have looked out of his bedroom window, not in a million years.
Ravyn had been wrong, by a lot too. He was mistaken in his failure to understand the concept of balance; totally ignoring the advice of an adult represented the ultimate opposite of being obedient all the time instead. Two extremes, neither of them healthy and completely safe.
The walls of the hapless little dragon?s esophagus were invaded by a hot, foaming stream that poured over him like a raging river. Gerard?s kidneys had created a high-quality product, and the burning that gripped the child?s entire digestive canal was incontrovertible proof of this.
While the horse laughed with gusto and squeezed his bladder hard, Ravyn faced the drama of lack of oxygen and excessive heat from the insistent influx of piss that seemed to have no end. The stream had been powerful and steady from the beginning of the gushing until that precise moment in which Ravyn first tried to react.
Perhaps it had been his instincts that had prompted him to make an attempt to fight back, or perhaps it was because he had quite simply not been breathing for a full minute in which his mouth and stomach had been filled with copious amounts of scorching pee. Whatever the case, Ravyn tried to make use of his wings to get out of bed and free himself from that hellish torture.
He spread them wide with an effort that seemed immense, the lack of oxygen coupled with the long period of enforced rest made every gesture, even the smallest, difficult for him.
The acids in his stomach had just finished breaking down the substances that made up the entire package of cookies Ravyn had voraciously consumed that morning before going to bed defeated by an excess of carbohydrates, never would they have expected a new and absolutely implacable opponent.
Golden rivulets quickly passed through the esophagus and plunged into the child?s stomach, occupying every inch of available space and soon spreading a burning sensation that with rapidity attacked the digestive walls.
A sudden reaction was triggered in Ravyn, he found himself with a strength he never even realized he possessed, he harnessed it to a maximum power wing stroke in the hope of freeing himself from the plunging dick in his mouth that was impaling him on the mattress without letting him breathe.
Gerard remained surprised and stunned by the boy?s resolute power.
By now, it had been five minutes that his gargantuan penis was soaking in that warm, enveloping pool that had formed within the pertussis warmly offered to him by the boy. The sensation he felt once his cock peeked out was an unpleasant chill, and immediately the longing for that little mouth rushed to press on his brain.
"Ravyn, what the fuck are you doing to me?" he asked disappointedly as the boy slid off to the other side of the bed.
Ravyn fell onto his elbows and knees, stood on his head and hunched back staring at the floor and opening his mouth to finally breathe some air. He tried, and he tried again to open his mouth, but his jaw muscles were burning from the effort sustained seconds earlier in which they had been stretched to their limits to allow the entry of Gerard?s big snake.
The child began coughing up saliva mixed with hot piss in disjointed splashes that ended up on the cold floor scattering casually.
He felt his stomach heavy and swollen, and it was; one glance was enough for him to see how much it had enlarged, and one touch was enough for him to realize that it was floppy and stuffed. The belly was filled with stagnant piss.
The salty, pungent taste remained indelibly on his palate; his teeth had absorbed the piss and were stained with it. Ravyn kept coughing, thinking of nothing but breathing, he felt weighed down, his skeleton and muscles not yet developed enough to support the sudden increase in weight due to that mammoth load of liquid.
"Please Ravyn...don?t do that, you?ve been such a quiet child...," the horse said in a low voice, almost whispering. Ravyn heard Gerard licking his whiskers again, the indistinguishable noise was accompanied by an alternating drip coming from the sheets evidently soaked with perspiration and piss.
Ravyn?s nostrils, though they had been spared, at least for that throbbing present, turned out to be clogged, and quite noticeably so. The piss, finding no way out and with proper pressure had ended up occupying even the respiratory channel par excellence, the nose.
That is why the child, in addition to dripping from both small pertuosities of the nose, was unable to smell an even more invasive and persistent odor with acrid and pungent overtones. The stench of blood.
Just behind the poor stuffed child lay now lifeless Polly, hidden in her little corner where no one seemed to be allowed to look. If anyone had ever managed to find the courage to be in the same room with Gerard and Buster they would not have seen a pretty sight, quite the contrary.
Next to the bunny?s body was Gerard?s very faithful helper, the legendary wolf Buster.
He was firmly welded to the ground with his 4 slender but muscular paws, his red-stained muzzle hinted at his protruding canines while his scarlet eyes darted around trying to figure out what was going on. Never before Ravyn had anyone managed to wriggle out of his master?s mighty penis, it was extraordinary that such a seemingly fragile little dragon had succeeded.
The drops of fresh blood present on the wolf?s big nose fell to the ground in single lines scattering on the floor at a steady pace, Ravyn meanwhile struggling with the strong instinct to faint. He resisted it, he did not want for any reason to lose consciousness in a situation like that, if he let go he would have no chance to escape again.
"As much as I feel regretted by your behavior, I have to compliment you, small Ravyn," the horse spoke before jumping on the bed with a feline leap. Ravyn stopped coughing and turned around, saw the giant lowered with his feet on the bed and his elbows on his knees. He saw that he was staring at him, again, and smiling, Ravyn could not help but feel revulsion at those teeth.
"Buster...," he called in a triumphant voice. "Now it?s your turn! I want you to hold this little guy down for me while I make him a great creamy dessert!"
Gerard clenched his right hand into a mighty fist in sign of impending crushing.
Buster strained his ears to listen to the orders given to him by his sweet little pedophile master, nodded and growled in approval.
His paws began to move forward, slowly over the white tiles avoiding the blood coming from Polly?s corner. He made no noise as he moved forward in the dimness of the room, the pads under his paws cushioned perfectly. The growl increased in intensity as Buster got close enough to Ravyn to smell him. He reveled in the pleasant smell of piss that the child exuded.
Like a fifth paw, the wolf?s cock peeked out of the pouch; it was smeared with cum and flushed from recent overuse. The swollen glans rested on the floor and began to rub as the wolf walked in the direction of the poor little dragon.
Ravyn, panting, with a full stomach, was too distracted by the giant on the bed and did not notice a new danger, literally preparing to jump out at him.
"You know Ravyn...," exclaimed the horse in a warm voice.
"You should thank me," he confided, and Ravyn was stunned by such nonsense.
"I already took your pants off before Buster chewed them off you!" and Gerard started laughing out loud again as his cock bounced on the blankets rhythmically.
Ravyn only had time to wince in terror mixed with surprise, Buster was already on top of him with his canines sunk into his neck.
"Take it easy Buster, we don?t want to kill him, not yet at least," Gerard warned him with his arm and hand stretched forward. With the other he was masturbating by sliding it up and down the squat fleshy shaft with great speed.
Ravyn opened his mouth wide upward in excruciating pain without uttering any sound; from the holes in his neck, once Buster had extracted his beastly jaws, small streaks of thick burgundy-colored blood surfaced and slid gently over the child?s delicate skin until they settled in the junction of his clavicle.
From Buster?s snout, a palm?s width away from Ravyn?s ears, came a series of labored breaths with a confused rhythm; it was clear that the wolf was still fatigued from his previous encounter with young Polly and was trying to regain oxygen for the new exertion he would have to endure.
Ravyn was barely supporting himself with his elbows and knees on the icy floor, his arms and legs ached with fatigue, his muscles burning almost as much as the bite on his neck. His swollen stomach was getting harder and harder to hold up.
Buster sniffed him carefully on the head, behind the ears, on the neck where he had just hit. That baby was fantastic prey, and if the wolf could have talked he would have agreed with his master that this little drake was by far the best they had flushed out since their career began.
"Good job puppy, now hold him still for me, his stomach isn?t quite full yet!" said Gerard as he got out of bed with an athletic leap.
Buster nodded briskly, wagging his tail in delight, and without hesitation stopped smelling and went into action. His penis rose from the floor, it was thick with blood and ready for another tough rape session. The wolf positioned himself in a great hurry, and with his front paws he pushed the boy on the floor to keep him still. Ravyn ended up with his face and torso splattered on the floor, while his bottom and attached legs remained elevated.
The decidedly inviting position made both attackers come watery and they licked their whiskers in unison.
Buster unsheathed the heavy artillery and pointed it straight in the direction of the target, there, at that exact spot between Ravyn?s two little buttocks. There was his anus, tight and hidden, unexplored.
The wolf licked the nape of the baby?s neck, coating it with saliva, then, with a strong jerk of his hip he thrust his huge cock forward. The head adhered perfectly to the tiny nook. Without any lubrication whatsoever, Ravyn?s anus dilated, the wrinkled skin covering the longed-for little hole stretched, and the glans penetrated inside with a silent re-suck.
Ravyn, who was no longer able to make any sound, held his mouth open stifling screams of pain. His cheeks were burning red as his ass came dilated and his prostate stimulated. As terrified and agonized as he was, the opening of his anus caused him unexpected and totally unwanted enjoyment. His small blue cock popped out of his pouch and began to dangle right next to the wolf?s longer, stubby one.
With animal frenzy, Buster was not content to breach the entrance alone, but pushed all the way in to penetrate even further. Ravyn?s anal walls widened with extreme difficulty, the tissues tore and many tiny cuts formed all over the surface. The big penis voraciously worked its way in, grinding inches upon inches without pause. The little dragon instinctively arched his back and the dick, finding itself in a more favorable position, slid in with greater speed.
Buster stretched his neck forward, his eyes pointed upward, his tail rose inturgidly. The wolf was the representation of jouissance. He loved to rape children, loved to shove them and ground them and bugger them to a bloody pulp until they passed out from pain.
Gerard hissed horny, the air passed between his crooked teeth. His stomach growled noisily, he massaged it with circular motions trying to dissipate the pain.
"That?s very good Buster, when it comes to holding our prey still you make me realize how good you are," Gerard was slowly approaching.
Ravyn saw the big hooves approaching his face, they were the same ones that pressed the pebbles in his garden a few nights before.
Buster let out a little howl mixed with groans, his penis had finally sunk completely, only the fur-covered canine balls remained outside. The wolf reveled in the tight grip the boy?s anal walls imprinted on his cock, feeling pressed and enveloped with so much warmth was sensational.
The wolf retracted his penis, then thrust again, then withdrew it, then sank it again. And it went like this for an untold amount of time. The dragonet?s little ass came pounding with powerful cock strokes, the burning from the tearing and the enjoyment from the stimulation of his prostate flooded his fragile and delicate psyche.
"Do you feel it, Ravyn? Can you feel Buster?s big cock opening your asshole?" whispered Gerard in his ear, then he licked it, sticking his tongue all the way to his eardrum.
There was again the rumbling coming from the horse?s belly.
"Oops, the gruel is ready!" the horse sentenced, stroking the child?s cheekbones; they were still damp with some traces of pee.
Gerard gave one last abrupt lick to Ravyn?s ear, then stood up and positioned himself in front of him, offering him his butt. Ravyn was being thrown forward and pressed to the floor, unable to move in any way. The only strength he possessed had been exhausted running away from Gerard?s clutches. But little use had been made of that effort; running away had never been a viable option.
The horse knelt down, and in doing so its developed musculature became visible. Starting with the muscles of his back, then the two round, thick buttocks, further down the dense femorals, and it was impossible not to notice the fleshy calves. A perfect system of nerves, joints and muscles made possible the behemoth?s stance.
Ravyn?s eyes were at their widest, as far as he was allowed to see from that decidedly disadvantageous position. His pupils retracted until they disappeared as he watched the horse?s huge anus tighten and widen in rhythm.
"I HOPE YOU ARE READY FOR THE PAPPING!" cried the horse, grinding his teeth in a clear sign of exertion. He contracted his muscles to the utmost of his ability, pushed hard, and from his ass came the gruel he had named so many times.
Ravyn regretted having his tiny mouth open, in fact he regretted many things at that exact instant. His little eyes were moist and glistening, his heart stopped as did the blood in his body.
A long, massive chunk of shit made its appearance from Gerard?s anus. The pile of excrement, overcome by gravity, broke off into two pieces. The first, the outermost, stout one hovered in the air with great elegance. The shit came in a half pirouette before landing heavily inside Ravyn?s mouth, the subdued thud being overpowered by the contact the wolf?s pubes had with the child?s buttocks at the moment of each thrust.
"I hope you like some hot shit, little tender Ravyn!" the horse remained in squat position ready to unleash another attack from above. Meanwhile, Ravyn?s mouth was shot through with a brand new, phantasmagorical explosion of flavor.
The chunk of shit was quite voluminous and in line with Gerard?s size; the latter had dropped the fecal bomb aiming to the best of his ability. Hitting the target perfectly, he proved himself to be a marksman as well as a doctor and professional child molester.
The steaming shit settled on the child?s tongue melting and mixing with the saliva and piss already present. The still piss-stained teeth met the brown, shapeless mass and were physically affected. Between the barely protruding incisors and the growing canines piled up bits of particularly dense and hard shit, while softer ones but containing undigested hay settled under the tongue.
While Gerard laughed it off in the front ward, Buster busied himself in the rear. The wolf was trying his hardest, his little red eyes were crisscrossed with nerves of strain and surrounded by numerous streaks of sweat. The hairs that formed his thick gray coat were pricked upward with excitement, meanwhile his heart was leaping rapidly and pumping fresh blood straight toward his veiny cock that finally after so much effort had been able to make its way into the boy?s tight little ass.
Wolf Buster loved to do this without any kind of lubrication, and there was a simple reason why he had never made an exception to the rule and hands would do it later.
His bestial instincts, his sexual frenzy, his canine lust could not be suppressed or slowed down the moment they came to be called to action. When he saw an anus to be raped, nothing could deter him from penetrating it as soon as possible with the utmost voracity. Like a starving beast, he preferred to throw himself on his piece of meat without thinking of dividing the bone from the rest, without worrying about anything other than the immediate satisfaction of his need.
"Do you like it, Ravyn? Hm? Do you like what your personal canteen has prepared today just for you? First a savory hors d?oeuvre of steaming piss...," and Gerard lowered his arm down, making his hand peek out from under his bottom. He had his index finger up.
"Then I thought of a hot shit starter with a side order of rape from my helperochef, my pet Buster," he raised his middle finger as well.
"Oh, wait a minute Ravyn, prepare your stomach...," he said, closing his hand into a fist.
"The second part is coming!" he concluded, straining to his utmost and again contracting all the necessary muscles.
Ravyn, from his somewhat limited perspective, barely had time to see the other piece of shit stuck to Gerard?s anus separate and fall on him.
The child?s small mouth, as it was meant to be, turned out to be too small to contain such an immense amount of shit and piss.
Even his stomach, though it was more spacious, had been stuffed like a toilet already at the time of the copious piss gushing from the horse.
Ravyn?s tongue began to burn again, but in a different way than before. Now that shit was the main course, the burning was more intense and acidic, and soon elicited tremendous retches of vomit from him. Unfortunately for him, the position with which Buster was keeping him pressed to the floor was not allowing his throat to pass fluids properly.
Then, as icing on the cake, his stomach juices intent on spurting out in the form of vomit got stuck halfway, the piss left stagnating in his belly and the stinking hot shit in his mouth.
For Ravyn?s palate it was a true mystical journey, the mix of sour and bitter tastes invading him like an army at the foot of a castle under siege. The nauseating smell traveled quickly sprinkling the entire room and its walls. Some of it, in the form of smoke, invaded his nostrils and penetrated deep into the most recondite and delicate areas of his intellect. It damaged him, impressed itself like an indelible mark on his brain and in particular on the region responsible for memory. Forever, Ravyn would carry that smell with him until death took him. For the taste was the same, paired with the painful sensation of constipation due to the excess external fluids in the body. Piss, saliva, and shit in great quantities took hold of him, making him a slave to their taste and stench. They embraced him, enveloped him, invaded him without giving him any respite.
Ravyn was being anally violated by a horny wolf, and the sense of helplessness reached a new climax the moment Gerard?s shit stuck everywhere, on his lips, on his tongue, on and between his teeth, and then straight down his throat.
The wolf made the entire hospital tremble with a chilling howl. The roaring cry turned into a howl of absolute pleasure that forced Buster to let go of his grip on the child and wrap himself against it, pushing his cock as deep as he could inside Ravyn?s anus. The child suddenly changed position, finding two powerful legs holding him tightly from behind. The shit in his mouth flowed with pleasure into his esophagus ready to flood his stomach.
The wolf became prey to convulsions, his penis began to tremble and pump blood like a real riding stallion. From his well-developed glans spurted out as fast as a rocket a river of hot, enveloping cum that burst into the child?s anal walls wallpapering them white.
Ravyn felt the pain of the ass cuts fade and the pounding from Buster stop. Then a sensation akin to a warm embrace ran through him going up from the butt toward the head like the course of a stream in the direction of the sea.
"Way to go Buster, get it done right! I can?t wait to give my contribution to that fine ass!" exclaimed Gerard horny as he approached his trusty companion.
Buster threw that his tongue rested on Ravyn?s bottom while just below his little ass came stuffed with cum. Semen that due to the excessive amount finding no room ventured outward dripping from her anus in the form of small whitish droplets.
"Good job, really good job! Now Buster, take care of your mouth, I need you to help Ravyn swallow his meal properly...he?s being rather rude!"
Final 1 Death by French kissing
"But before I give up my seat to you, I want to give my little Ravyn a big present!"
Gerard suddenly turned direction, retracing his steps. Buster, not understanding what his father was up to, stood motionless with his penis firmly lodged in Ravyn?s anus from which traces of cum were still dripping. The wolf merely waited for further orders without improvising anything.
"Oh my dear Ravyn. An important point is coming in this our night of fire...," Gerard exclaimed, positioning himself right in front of the child?s eyes. Ravyn saw his hooves more clearly than before.
"Some pedophiles, unlike me, delay this moment. But I like, sometimes, to set firm stakes that define the course of things." the horse had knelt down and with two hands grabbed Ravyn by the jaw. He lifted him up as if he were a puppet.
"I have never seen...," he began, emitting his breath a palm away from Ravyn?s little nose.
"A boy as handsome as you swallowing a great deal of piss while simultaneously getting his ass kicked by Buster...," Gerard brought his head closer and this time they were closer than ever.
"I don?t know if you understand what I mean to tell you Ravyn, but I love you, I love you like...," and Gerard stammered for the first time ever since their first meeting.
"Like a father...," Ravyn mumbled with his mouth caked with piss and shit.
Gerard stared intensely at him, announcing imperceptibly.
"What father?" relaunched the horse stretching his devilish smile to its fullest.
Ravyn burst into tears, from his little blue eyes the tears gushed out heaped in many waves.
Gerard brought the child?s face close to his own, opened his mouth and let his tongue snake through the air like a whip. With that he licked the bits of shit stuck to the little dragon?s lips, then plunged it inside his mouth. There the two very different tongues intertwined like snakes in a coupling, their saliva mingling with each other. The horse hissed slightly and leaned forward with his muzzle to allow his tongue to venture even deeper. Ravyn was destroyed, deprived of rest, deprived of the strength to react, filled with semen and feces, wounded in body and soul. He could not find the strength to stop Gerard?s tongue from sinking into his windpipe.
The little oxygen-rich air that had sustained Ravyn up to that point stopped traveling through their respective breathing ducts, the child found himself suffocating as the horse?s hands clenched tighter and tighter around his head preventing blood flow to his brain.
Its swollen belly found itself bouncing in the air, its tiny, powerless body appearing as the epitome of passivity. With piss-covered arms and legs dropped downward, his ass smashed in, his mouth slurred, and his brain on the fritz.
Buster, downstairs, not resisting the temptation, set about licking his own cum from the boy?s anus. He found with pleasure that the liquid was delicious and pleasant.
Gerard pushed himself to the limit, his tongue thick enough to block the entire windpipe entirely.
Minutes passed and the horse enjoyed every single moment. He, who could, breathed in through his large nostrils benefiting from the smell emanating from the baby. He squeezed him as tightly as he could, holding him as close as he could. He could not allow such a romantic gesture to go wrong for any reason. Ravyn watched the world cloud over, with time that never seemed to pass. The seconds seemed to him like days of intense agony, without a moment?s respite. It was torture to see the same black spots from the night he had passed out resurface more numerous and larger; he knew what would happen to him soon. The little blue cock was free to rise, and it ended up meeting and rubbing Gerard?s. The horse understood this as a sign of affection. The two stayed together again and again. It was terrible for Ravyn to be mirrored in Gerard?s half-closed eyes, the same yellow eyes from which everything had started. He watched them, he read enjoyment in them. All became dark and Ravyn knew that his body would not be spared even when he died, she realized this just by looking into Gerard?s eyes. He did not limit himself to an external vision, he entered into it with a plunge. He saw what the horse and the wolf had in store for him. For a moment he firmly believed that he was allowed to look ahead into the future. There were other children, so many other children who would come to be raped to death and killed. Others like him who for no reason would be chosen as juicy targets.
Then for Ravyn it suddenly became all black, exactly as when he fell into a dark sleep. He did not even realize it. Perhaps he could even dream one last time and what he would see would certainly be better than what he had experienced before he sank.
Final 2 Death by blowjob
"Buster...," muttered the horse, laughing under his mustache.
"Buster, it?s really too bad you?re missing the sight of this child?s magnificent little face," Gerard?s hooves were feeling the floor right next to Ravyn?s outstretched ears. The horse was pointing at the little dragon?s face with his hand fanned open.
"I realized one thing Buster, you are missing one thing," he said in a teasing tone. Buster reciprocated by turning a curious glance at him. The wolf was still fatigued even though he tried hard to hide it from his master. Showing up tired after just two rapes would have meant being a pup not up to the standards of an experienced pedophile like Gerard.
"You lack delicacy, indeed no! Balance!" he uttered the word as if it were the first since the beginning of the evening. He did so in a rush of joy.
"You must know how to dose delicacy and fury...," Gerard mimicked a balance using his palms facing upward like saucers.
"Delicacy...and fury," he repeated slowly to make himself understood.
Ravyn had confirmation that the horse was in every way a psychopath.
"Now I?m going to show you how it?s done...but I want you to fuck his anus until you make it bleed," he turned a menacing glance at the wolf.
"Do I make myself clear?" she asked him with wide eyes. He was serious, his tone was, his sneer was. Everything about that horse was serious and was not to be taken lightly.
The wolf nodded, opening his mouth wide and tasting the air with his long canine tongue. In his vermilion eyes the rape fury had rekindled, the irrepressible urge to dilate unripe anuses. The enormous desire to rape underage children to the point of exhaustion.
With the first hip thrust, Buster threw Ravyn to the ground and forced him to the position in which he had held him while Gerard poured his fluids inside him.
Meanwhile, inside his tummy, feces and piss had met and mixed. The pain in his tummy came with vehemence and a devastating agony wrapped him in a devastating grip. Ravyn threw his body forward, it was a movement roused by simple pain and nothing else. Not a single ounce of energy was left in his body. Even less, having reached that point, was that he could get out alive. The toxic stench haunted the air of the room as if there had been a paranormal presence, perhaps even a ghost composed of fecal gas, hovering freely spreading the vomiting stench of which he was a proud anointed one in the room.
The fact is that the child?s momentum served hardly any purpose. Buster and his canine cock had, as was the practice, remained anchored inside the little dragon?s ass after stuffing him thoroughly. So Ravyn ended up only moving forward half a meter without actually improving his position.
Behind him, Buster was at his best, mounting him as a cowboy would have done; he was on him with the full weight of his body. His fur scarred Ravyn?s skin, which had yet to go through adolescence and the consequent thickening of scales.
But in that unfortunate episode, Ravyn was too small, and nothing his fragile little immature body could do.
As the big wolf paced, the even bigger horse positioned itself like a warship ready to strike, looking for the best spot to rest its big black hoofs.
Ravyn saw them in front of his eyes, the accumulated tears around the bulb not allowing him to focus well on the great disaster that was about to befall him.
"That pretty face definitely needs to be rewarded," said the horse ignoring Ravyn. He took him by the chin and lifted his head to examine him more closely. In front of him was a sensational sight. A fantastic roundish face devoid of the squarish features more common in adult counterparts. He examined the dark blue eyes, deep and misty from crying. The small, delicate nose was smeared in places, especially on the nostrils. The cheekbones were nonexistent; it would be several more years before he would see them protrude. The areas where they would sprout, just above the puffy cheeks, was reddish from the strong emotion. The lips, also shit-stained and moist from piss, were thin and barely visible.
Though Ravyn held his mouth open, it was impossible for Gerard to make out the shape of the child?s teeth. These were covered with a layer of shit that the poor child just could not swallow. The fecal mass was half stuck in his mouth and struggling to get down his throat, Ravyn was locked in a horrible limbo from which he could not free himself. He could neither spit nor swallow, he lacked strength, he missed Polly, he missed James. He even missed his mother.
"You?re having a bit of trouble swallowing, I really think I?ll give you a hand Ravyn. After all, I can?t leave you in this state without first making you gobble up the shit that?s filling your cheeks!"
Gerard, with an unexpected gesture, embraced Ravyn. With massive, long arms he wrapped him in a firm embrace. He brought his mouth close to the child?s ear to whisper something to him. Buster, without being pitied, continued to pound the child with strong strokes of his cock.
"I really want to make you swallow it all, every last piece of shit." The last word rumbled to the farthest reaches of Ravyn?s psyche, devastating everything he encountered in his path.
Gerard drew back with a snap, then placed his cupped hands on the little dragon?s filled cheeks. His flesh was warm and tender.
"I commend you Ravyn, and your little friend James confided in me how much you dislike receiving warnings. He told me this before we started our-" Gerard winked. " Checking session."
Not even baby James had been spared.
"Be that as it may, I recommend you to keep your mouth wide open if you don?t want to suffer more than necessary...I warned you that I will not slow down or stop for any reason," the horse concluded by hardening his hands around Ravyn?s head.
The child was lost in the horse?s eyes and they realized too late that there was something else in store for him.
Gerard?s dick aka primary school nightmare stood out in all its magnificence and power. 50 cm of flesh and blood vessels, covered with veins and protuberances, graced by a mammoth headcap.
Gerard replicated the same maneuver that had enabled him just before to water the child?s stomach. He took him by the head, pulled the sides of his mouth with his fingers, and prepared to enter.
It was a pleasure for the horse to plunge his glans into the warm pile of shit, he felt embraced and welcomed as if in a warm and inviting home. He pushed as the boy?s lips rested on the fleshy shaft of his gargantuan prick. The glans sank down bringing with it a fair amount of feces soaked from the saliva and pee already present at the time of their entry.
The shit dropped down like a delicious dish, Gerard?s cock taking its place occupying the child?s cheeks. The horse began to fuck Ravyn?s mouth with hard and quick strokes, holding his head still so as not to waste a single stroke. The baby was stuffed like a cannoli, Gerard?s penis was long enough to penetrate him almost to his stomach. The shit, as it was pushed by a superior force, also ended up in his lungs. Air and oxygen became a priceless commodity for Ravyn.
The horse, once he had pushed down the load of feces lodged in the child?s throat, realized how tightly he had stuffed his penis down the narrowing. The grip that Ravyn?s throat imprinted on his cock was at a higher level than any child Gerard had ever raped.
As a cherry on top of the cake, Gerard concluded the child?s stuffing with a steaming fresh cumshot that ended little Ravyn?s life. The little dragon remained in a catatonic state suffering the sexual violence of the two attackers for an indefinite time. He died with his anus torn by cuts and full of cum and a stomach filled to bursting with cum, piss and shit. Gerard called it the sweetest end a victim of his could ever wish to suffer. He even said it aloud when Ravyn was no longer giving any sign of life.
Third Final Ravyn Free
Buster was exhausted; he had let his body slump over Ravyn?s more petite one. The child was struggling to breathe under the weight of the furry behemoth, but unfortunately he managed the incredible feat of survival.
Gerard circled around the two like a crow hungry for meat. He looked down on them with an air of superiority, analyzing his next move. Of all the possible options, he chose the one that would satisfy him most. Now it was his turn to break through the dragonet?s anus; after all, it was not fair for Buster to keep that inviting little hole all to himself.
"Buster, now get out of my way immediately," he exclaimed, approaching the wolf with his hand ready to grab it and hurl it away.
The wolf, in antithesis with his own spirit, strove to separate himself from Ravyn?s prestigious anus. It failed miserably. The entire anchorage was practically welded and Buster could do nothing to change things.
Gerard, who had already found himself in the same situation several times, wasted no time and grabbed Buster by the neck. With his other hand he pushed Ravyn to the ground and yanked to pull them off for good.
Thanks to his monstrous strength, the horse succeeded in the task without much effort. The wolf was thrown off and retreated bellowing near the bed.
Gerard, amply satisfied with the result, set about to position himself behind the succulent prey. Every time he saw a vulnerable baby?s ass next to his cock he came to smile. The difference in size was obvious and released a dose of hilarity in the horse that he just couldn?t escape.
Buster, ardor recovered, launched himself at the target as ordered by his master.
Ravyn, motionless, suffered in silence.
"I love...I LOVE such little asses...," said Gerard ecstatically as he felt Ravyn?s little bottom.
He caressed him gently, as if to put him at ease. Ravyn knew very well there was no way to make himself comfortable in such a situation.
Gerard threw himself into the action startling poor Ravyn. First he grasped his huge phallus, at the same time he widened the child?s asshole. He rested the tip of the glans in it, then slid it inside, Buster?s remaining cum acting as an excellent lubricant. The horse?s dick clamped down once the glans was fully inside, Ravyn realized at that very instant what beast he was dealing with. If the wolf?s was big, Gerard?s was at least twice as wide.
The horse sank his meaty blade in slowly enjoying every moment of that heavenly anal rape.
Half the cock was in, and Ravyn?s pelvic bones were beginning to flex. The first drops of blood peeped out along with Buster?s semen.
Gerard hissed and moaned aloud, making his eerie cries of enjoyment echo through the entire hospital.
Things changed abruptly and Ravyn did not notice until he felt the horse?s prick spurt out of his ass with a mushy, watery noise.
What he heard next was more howling coming from inside the hospital. He thought it was Buster?s friends coming to finish the job. But he changed his mind when Gerard began to move around the room in a confused way, almost as if he were frightened. He could hear his hooves moving from the door to the window and back again. He was afraid and the howls in the distance were sirens.
Buster bellowed excruciatingly as he stared at his master desperately seeking a solution.
Gerard soothed him by petting him and reasoning out what to do. Meanwhile Ravyn lay helpless on the floor, and behind him Polly stagnated in her corner.
The sirens were getting closer and closer, Ravyn thought he heard them near the hospital entrance, just below them. He did not know what floor they were on, but judging from what he had seen outside the windows the previous few days he deduced that they were quite high up.
Just a few more minutes, he thought.
Gerard showed exceptional self-control. He picked up his gown from the ground and put it back on, then approached Ravyn with a quick step. He lowered himself beside him and brought his muzzle close to his ear.
"Polly must have called for help somehow," he whispered slowly.
"I?m so sorry Ravyn, if it was up to me I would have fucked you for days...but unfortunately I really have to run now." , he concluded and stood up.
"Take care Ravyn, and always look over your shoulder," he stared at him intently.
"Don?t ever forget me."
Ravyn was found in the room after several minutes; he was wounded and showed several signs of injury. His stomach having been used as a toilet, it was stuffed to the point of explosion. Beside him Polly was found, raped and deceased. There was no one else in the entire ward; they had all been transferred to other parts of the hospital.
The little dragon did not forget anything about that night, not even when he regained consciousness weeks after the event. Nor did he forget when years passed and he read in the newspaper that a child in his neighborhood was found raped to death and stuffed with feces.
"What father?" the phrase Gerard said to him that night resounded. And then the yellow eyes, he thought back to those damn yellow eyes, too.
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