{ "submission_id": "2371650", "keywords": [ { "keyword_id": "116664", "keyword_name": "brain removal", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "100" }, { "keyword_id": "51685", "keyword_name": "conditioning", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "161" }, { "keyword_id": "270563", "keyword_name": "consensual snuff", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "163" }, { "keyword_id": "21", "keyword_name": "dragon", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "151896" }, { "keyword_id": "61831", "keyword_name": "genital mutilation", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "554" }, { "keyword_id": "515305", "keyword_name": "gildas", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "4" }, { "keyword_id": "61143", "keyword_name": "lobotomy", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "74" }, { "keyword_id": "165", "keyword_name": "male", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1216099" }, { "keyword_id": "27894", "keyword_name": "nestor", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "102" }, { "keyword_id": "14425", "keyword_name": "neutering", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "268" }, { "keyword_id": "1109", "keyword_name": "snuff", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "10962" }, { "keyword_id": "9277", "keyword_name": "spyro", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "3827" }, { "keyword_id": "423405", "keyword_name": "spyro reignited", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "144" }, { "keyword_id": "30203", "keyword_name": "spyro the dragon", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "2355" }, { "keyword_id": "466842", "keyword_name": "trondo", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "4" } ], "hidden": "f", "scraps": "f", "favorite": "f", "favorites_count": "34", "create_datetime": "2021-02-09 04:56:35.898391+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "09 Feb 2021 05:56 CET", "last_file_update_datetime": "2021-02-09 04:46:12.374723+00", "last_file_update_datetime_usertime": "09 Feb 2021 05:46 CET", "username": "LilJames", "user_id": "3628", "user_icon_file_name": "181577_LilJames_liljamesavatar2.jpg", "user_icon_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/large/181/181577_LilJames_liljamesavatar2.jpg", "user_icon_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/medium/181/181577_LilJames_liljamesavatar2.jpg", "user_icon_url_small": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/small/181/181577_LilJames_liljamesavatar2.jpg", "file_name": "3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.rtf", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.rtf", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.rtf", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.rtf", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "284", "thumb_huge_y": "300", "thumb_large_x": "189", "thumb_large_y": "200", "thumb_medium_x": "113", "thumb_medium_y": "120", "files": [ { "file_id": "3469164", "file_name": "3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.rtf", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.rtf", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.rtf", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.rtf", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "submission_id": "2371650", "user_id": "3628", "submission_file_order": "0", "full_size_x": null, "full_size_y": null, "screen_size_x": null, "screen_size_y": null, "preview_size_x": null, "preview_size_y": null, "initial_file_md5": "3fa47804cfbbd888054cad8ad61c9773", "full_file_md5": "3fa47804cfbbd888054cad8ad61c9773", "large_file_md5": "", "small_file_md5": "", "thumbnail_md5": "84ab8dcd73d87fd3934d1e2d4cfbe87e", "deleted": "f", "create_datetime": "2021-02-09 04:46:12.374723+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "09 Feb 2021 05:46 CET", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/3469/3469164_LilJames_dreamclaw_and_toxoid_-_spyro_the_doll.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "284", "thumb_huge_y": "300", "thumb_large_x": "189", "thumb_large_y": "200", "thumb_medium_x": "113", "thumb_medium_y": "120" } ], "pools": [ { "pool_id": "98136", "name": "The Many Fates of Spyro", "description": "A compilation of all my Spyro stories for easier perusal, on the various deaths and delicious bad ends for everyone's favourite purple dragon!~", "count": "14", "submission_right_submission_id": "2673554", "submission_right_file_name": "3954886_LilJames_nogard_-_a_legend_s_execution.rtf", "submission_right_thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/3954/3954886_LilJames_nogard_-_a_legend_s_execution.jpg", "submission_right_thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/3954/3954886_LilJames_nogard_-_a_legend_s_execution.jpg", "submission_right_thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/3954/3954886_LilJames_nogard_-_a_legend_s_execution.jpg", "submission_right_thumb_huge_x": "300", "submission_right_thumb_huge_y": "172", "submission_right_thumb_large_x": "200", "submission_right_thumb_large_y": "115", "submission_right_thumb_medium_x": "120", "submission_right_thumb_medium_y": "69" } ], "description": "Spyro, the legendary hero of the Dragon Realms, was once a young, bold and impetuous drake. At least, that was what the records used to say. But a plan long-sought over the years of his existence, by the elder dragons around him, would guide him towards his true destiny that even he himself had been long conditioned to accept.\n\n----------------\n\nSo, I had a super fun commission given to me by two people this time, of something I always wanted to write in the form of snuffing that adorable purple slut called Spyro. @Dreamclaw and ToxoidLizard commished this together and I have to say, I had an amazing time writing this out! I hope you all enjoy another nasty story of a willing whore dragon!\n\n[b]ALSO![/b]\nIf anyone wants to enjoy more Spyro-snuff shenanigans and other such depraved ideas, there's a Discord you can hang out at over here - https://discord.gg/TefB4Sm9c2 - so if anyone who enjoyed this story wants to hang out, come on in!\n\n\nSpyro copyrighted to Insomniac Games and Toys For Bob.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Spyro, the legendary hero of the Dragon Realms, was once a young, bold and impetuous drake.  At least, that was what the records used to say.  But a plan long-sought over the years of his existence, by the elder dragons around him, would guide him towards his true destiny that even he himself had been long conditioned to accept.

----------------

So, I had a super fun commission given to me by two people this time, of something I always wanted to write in the form of snuffing that adorable purple slut called Spyro.  \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tDreamclaw\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t		\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tDreamclaw\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
and ToxoidLizard commished this together and I have to say, I had an amazing time writing this out!  I hope you all enjoy another nasty story of a willing whore dragon!

ALSO!
If anyone wants to enjoy more Spyro-snuff shenanigans and other such depraved ideas, there's a Discord you can hang out at over here - https://discord.gg/TefB4Sm9c2 - so if anyone who enjoyed this story wants to hang out, come on in!


Spyro copyrighted to Insomniac Games and Toys For Bob.", "writing": "In the realm of Dragons, there was a tale of a young hero. A rare breed amongst his kind for his purple scales, his eyes of glimmering amethyst shone like his horns of studly bronze as he stared towards the sweeping valley, the hills rolling downwards as he swished his tail in a hunter's pose upon his prey. Fluffy white balls of little black legs and faces munching on the grass, before they bleated with a sharp cry as he came charging through the herd to send them scattering adrift.\nHe chased down one of the sheep who tried to gallop away, but her legs were much too short to outpace the brazen claws that dug grooves into the dirt, a cackle from the dragon who leapt onto the ewe's back and rolled her through the greens, pinning the poor lamb on her back before he gave a cheeky smooch to her head.\n\t\"Gotcha,\" he chuckled before leaping off, \"didn't hurt ya did I?\"\nThe sheep rolled herself back up and looked somewhat offended more than upset as she swished her tail at him in defiance.\n\t\"Wow jeez I'm just playing around, alright see ya.\"\nTrotting off across the verdant lands, Spyro took a deep breath to savour the sweet scents of the Artisans' realm. In the stony hills where sculptors built walls and painters made frescoes to accompany them, the young drake found himself bored without Sparx who had gone to a dragonfly festival, with most of his other friends in their different realms busying themselves with dull grown-up duties.\n\t\"Nnnnngh,\" he slumped on his side against the side of a hill, \"wish there was some big baddie to fight right now, so booooored.\"\nHe rolled himself down the side of the hillock for a brief excitement, tucking his wings against his sides before balling up into an orb of purple that soon thudded against a thick pale blue foot.\n\t\"OH, gangway!\"\n\t\"Sorry!\" Spyro snapped out into his slender shape. \"Sup Gildas?!\"\n\t\"Hahaaaa, Spyro my boy how are ya?!\"\nGildas was a gentle soul, an artist with bifocals and an amber beard that matched his wings and mane. His tail like the giant brush he always carried, currently slathering the side of a wall with a vignette of dragons dancing around a flame.\n\t\"Whatcha drawing?\" the youth asked.\n\t\"Something a few friends of mine were discussing, a little project.\"\n\t\"How long's it gonna take?\"\n\t\"Mmmm, a few months if all goes well, and I'm certain we'll need quite a few special breaks with our favourite little friend.\"\nHis tail slipped round to Spyro's chin and tickled him teasingly.\n\t\"You know I've always admired how reckless you are.\"\n\t\"Y-yeah?\" he blushed with a little shiver in his legs.\n\t\"So eager to charge into dangerous places, like the death...defying little rogue you are.\"\n\t\"Heheheh, w-well, someone's gotta do it.\"\n\t\"Oh yes indeed, and we all appreciate such a brave...sweet little lad who doesn't fear death.\"\nSomething twitched in the back of his mind and his tail turned rigid with a shudder, the brushy tail stroking down his chest and tickling along his belly to make him whimper with reddened cheeks.\n\t\"That reminds me,\" Gildas pointed yonder, \"Nestor was looking for you, I think he has something to keep your claws busy.\"\n\t\"For real?!\" the youth snapped up. \"Awesome, alright I'll go see him!\"\n\t\"Have fun little guy!\"\nWith a bouncing flap of his wings he shot off towards the old meeting hall at the back of the hills, a passage within one of several fortresses that had been built across the land as he followed the sound of chiseling. Inside the hall was a broad-chested lime-green dragon with ruffled pauldrons and a belt of tools, hammering away on a sculpture that vaguely resembled a head.\n\t\"Hey Nestor, Gildas said you had something for me?\"\n\t\"Aaaah Spyro,\" he turned with a grin, \"just the boy I wanted to see, how are you?\"\n\t\"Bored, I'm gonna die if I don't do something soon!\"\n\t\"Mmmm is that so?\" his eyes glinted. \"Not that you'd have any problem with that, you've been defying death since you were a hatchling.\"\n\t\"Heheh, yeah...\" Spyro looked up with an odd dreamy look, \"how many times ya think, thirty, forty?\"\n\t\"Ohhh many MANY times I've heard how you almost sealed your fate, always so very exciting for all of us to hear.\"\nHe slinked his tail under Spyro's chin and gave a tender stroke, making the little drake tremble in his legs and feel a stirring in his loins.\n\t\"Remember your first glide and you went straight into a spider's web?\" Nestor asked.\n\t\"Hohhh yeah,\" he smiled fondly, \"got all tied up real bad-\"\n\t\"And that taut silk wrapped round your throat, choking you until we got you down...poor little thing you struggled and your face went all blue.\"\n\t\"Hahah, y-yeah, that was pretty close huh?\"\n\t\"You've always been such a reckless lad.\" His smile widened as he stroked his tail down Spyro's chest. \"We always told you to be careful but let's face it, you never listened.\"\n\t\"That's why I'm a hero!\" he shot up with a smirk. \"Cuz I gotta risk it for the biggest!\"\n\t\"Well, lucky for you I need a hero,\" Nestor rubbed his chin, \"something very daring for a feisty little risk-taker such as you.\"\n\t\"Awesome...\" the little drake licked his lips, \"what is it?!\"\n\t\"There lies a terrible fiend at the old cave by the beach, but it's hidden in the back through a hole too small for any of us.\"\n\t\"Woah, what kinda monster is it?\"\n\t\"My guess is some sort of grotesque crustacean, Gavin knows more about it than I do.\"\n\t\"Alright, let's smoke that shrimp!\"\nHe pounded his feet like a puppy and ran towards the beach, an old fort guarding the way towards an empty shore at the base of its short cliff. An outcropping led to the rear of the building, Spyro weaving through the small castle's corridors and leaping off the balcony to land on the beach with a cloud of sand bursting around him.\n\t\"Yeah, alright lobster-boy, it's time for lunch!\"\nStomping across the shore towards the old cave in the cliff, the purple dragon marched his way in with a burst of fire from his nostrils the moment he set foot into the darkness, lighting up the walls with luscious gold briefly as he charged in scanning around the room. Nothing was inside, not a single creature was stirring as he sniffed around looking for the hole Nestor told him of.\n\t\"HEY, crabface!\" he stamped his paws with a snorting flame. \"Come on out, you think you own this beach?! Cuz I got a fistful of claws ready to crack your shell open!\"\nHe found the gap in the back of the cavern, peering through before he dug his heels into the sand and tunneled into the dirt to spread it wider, his legs kicking behind him with his tail flapping as he tried to shove his body through into the next room. But he wasn't quick enough, and suddenly a cloth smothered his head with a sickly substance that made him shiver and kick harder before his eyes started to droop with whimpering moans fading in his throat. His head slumped against the sand, as someone grabbed his head to drag him through.\n\n\nSpyro awoke with bleary eyes, a light shining on his head from a lantern suspended on a steel hook buried into the rocky ceiling. He tried to pull himself up but his limbs had been restrained, hard leather binding his feet as he struggled and gasped with a snarl, hitting his head back against the cold steel slab he was tethered to with his wings splayed out behind.\n\t\"NNNGH, H-HEY, hey what's the big idea?!\"\n\t\"Eyyy, you're awake!\"\nA large shadow fell over him.\n\t\"Was worried the little hero took too many sleep spores to the face.\"\n\t\"Ehh!? Who the heck are you?!\"\n\t\"What, you don't remember me? C'mon Spyro, it ain't been that long since you been out to the Peacekeeper's realm, has it?\"\nWalking closer to the light was a dragon of copper scales and dreadlocks falling across his cheeks, his claws and feet wrapped in cloth with frazzled wings behind his back and a goatskin kilt around his thighs.\n\t\"W-wait...Trondo?!\" Spyro gasped.\n\t\"Mmhmm, the one an' only!\"\n\t\"What're you doing here, why am I all tied up?!\"\n\t\"Well, I got hired by your elders.\" He pressed his hand on Spyro's chest. \"Been waiting a loooong time to get a feel for ya li'l guy.\"\n\t\"Wait, a feel for what?!\"\n\t\"Ohoh, everything.\" His claws trailed down the little belly. \"See, I'm sort of a specialist in a lot of different skills. Mostly hunting. But I also can do other things like say...taxidermy.\"\n\t\"T-taxi-what, I don't pay taxes, none of us do!\"\n\t\"Hahah, hahahaha, ohhh I'm gonna miss that smart mouth...even if.\"\nHe pushed his thumb into Spyro's jaws.\n\t\"You're gonna be putting that to good use in about a few hours.\"\n\t\"GHRLK, GHRRK, GH-GHAK!\" he spat Trondo's finger out. \"What the heck's your deal?!\"\n\t\"Heheh, oh you were on special offer.\"\nThe hunter leaned closer staring deep into Spyro's eyes.\n\t\"Like I was saying, I also do taxidermy...but I learned a long time back, why bother working away on dumb beasts...when I can do dragons instead?\"\n\t\"H-...huh? Wait.\" He looked nervously at his bindings. \"Y-you can't, you're not gonna, ME?!\"\nTrondo pulled out a wicked-looking blade, a dagger long and silver with a groove down its centre and a jade hilt that gleamed in the light. Spyro trembled slightly from the sheen of its tip, licking his lips with a sudden odd excitement as his tail swished.\n\t\"You like that huh? Always love the danger, dontcha Spyro?\"\n\t\"That a threat?!\" he snapped almost giddy.\n\t\"Naaah, only if you don't like it. But you do like it. I know you do.\"\nTrondo leaned close to his ear.\n\t\"Always the reckless little guy...trying to be the hero, big and strong, defying death every day.\"\n\t\"H-h-hhhhrnnngh...guh, s-stop breathing in my ear you creep!\"\n\t\"You ever think how many times you almost died? What was it like for you little guy? How many times you tasted your last breath?\"\n\t\"U-uh...uhhh p-plenty!\"\n\t\"And you're like what, how old?\" He pulled back and pressed his lips against Spyro's chest. \"Barely an adult, but there's been a lotta times your cute little life coulda ended. Think about it.\"\n\t\"I don't THINK SO!\"\nOne of the bindings slipped enough for him to kick Trondo's throat, slightly stunning him with a jab to his gullet as he coughed before grabbing the offending limb and retightening the binds to almost strangle his leg. Moving over each and every restraint, the older dragon pulled harder to make sure they were snugly tight, the sound of creaking leather grinding over the scales with a hard scrape as Spyro shivered.\n\t\"Heheh, you almost got me there,\" Trondo shook his dreads, \"well, my fault there, not gonna happen again after this.\"\n\t\"What's your problem?!\" Spyro shouted thrusting his chest out. \"You wanna be some kinda freak just leave me out of it!\"\n\t\"That what you really want?\" The copper drake brought his dagger to Spyro's head. \"What if I told you I wanted to kill you?\"\n\t\"NNNGH, I'd say come at me and try!\"\n\t\"What if I told you that for the longest time, me and a buncha other dragons thought you were the sexiest little twerp and met up every once a while to talk about how we wanted to ruin you?\"\n\t\"...w-wait...what?\"\nThe blade pulled back before suddenly thrusting, piercing past the purple cheek and into the slab just above his wing.\n\t\"Ain't there some part of your brain right now that got excited? I bet there was, we all know you love when it gets dangerous. Every time you go out there you do something stupid, something reckless, something that you know is gonna kill you but you do it anyway, why's that?\"\n\t\"I-i...just, that's what a hero does!\" he smirked with an impetuous grin.\n\t\"Even when you were a hatchling?\" Trondo pulled the blade back. \"Jumping outta trees, getting choked out on spider webs, drowning in ponds, you ever wonder why it happened to you so much?\"\n\t\"Like you said, I'm reckless...right?\"\n\t\"Heh...maybe you are. And you love it, dontcha?\"\n\t\"What...what's your point?\" Spyro shifted uncomfortably.\n\t\"I think you've always wanted to die.\"\nTrondo smiled, saying nothing but curving his knife over Spyro's face with the touch of angels, slipping down to his belly and back up again as Spyro shuddered with a tremble he had rarely felt.\n\t\"What's wrong? You scared?\" the elder grinned. \"You're not scared. You're eager. Go on.\"\nHe pushed the dagger against the purple snout.\n\t\"Lick it. I might just shove it in your skull the moment your mouth opens up, or I might not. Maybe it's poisoned and you can lick it off. We've always known you wanted it Spyro. Always wanted to die...even as a virgin like the cute little bitch you are.\"\n\t\"H-hhhh...y-you...you got a sick head,\" Spyro pulled back, \"you got shemped or what?\"\n\t\"Then don't lick it. What are you gonna do? You wanna die young? Young and fresh, like the reckless, risk-taking, death-defying hero you are?\"\nThe cold knife pressed on his snout, kissing with the steel as his breath fogged up the sides. A part of him wanted to shoot his fire and burn the dagger, cause Trondo to reel back and disarm him to give himself time to escape. He just had to puff one kindling breath, a flaming spark that would heat up the metal and roast Trondo’s fingers. It was a perfect chance, his eyes staring at the dragon before him, waiting to make his move. So he did.\nHe licked the knife. He didn't know why he did, but Trondo knew. A smile crept under his dreadlocks as Spyro grazed his tongue over the engraved steel, slipping along the fuller and closing his eyes with a strange gasp that made his heart flutter and something swell between his legs. Trondo stared at the young drake slowly turning erect, his slit flowering to become a peeking little cock of pulsing pink, a rose stem that made him snicker at its frailty.\n\t\"Thaaat's it,\" the older dragon smiled, \"howsit feel being this close to death?\"\n\t\"M-mmmnnnngh...h-haaah.\" He licked further along with his breath smothering the steel. \"Th-that...is that what you want?\"\n\t\"No-no. It's what YOU want. Every time you almost died, you've gotten hard haven't you?\"\n\t\"B-b-but...n-no, it's...just the blood rushing, yanno, getting excited.\"\n\t\"But you never get excited in a fight you know won't kill you.\" The dagger scraped along his neck. \"How many times you rolled with other dragons and not gotten hard?\"\n\t\"I-i...I dunno!\"\n\t\"But you know every time you stared down a cannon, or felt a vine round your neck, you get really excited. All I gotta do is THIS.\"\n\t\"HA-AAAH!\"\nThe knife slashed an inch above his throat. Nothing was spilt, except for the spurt of pre that he made when his deathly thrall caused his body to tighten and sent his heart soaring with a rush of emotions. Something was wrong, he knew that in his mind, adventurous and bold as he could be, but...was he really a death-seeker? Spyro couldn't understand, he struggled to comprehend but then he stared down at his glistening dick which throbbed harder than before at its full length of a paltry 6 inches until the base had swelled to a gourd.\n\t\"Your body ain't lying,\" said Trondo waving his knife, \"you want it Spyro. I know you wanna die, cuz you love being put in your place, you love when someone bigger and stronger than you can just break your neck, or crush you and twist your little bones-\"\n\t\"M-MMMPH!\" his thoughts became muddled as he spurted watery white on his belly. \"I-i'm not...I-i'm...hoh jeez th-that does sound kinda crazy.\"\n\t\"You don't wanna beg, cuz that's not you. But every time you almost drowned, or burned, your head nearly blown off or crushed into a bloody little smear...you can't resist sneaking out behind a rock and pawing yourself off.\"\n\t\"H-HOW'D YOU-UH...u-u-uh...th-that, hohhh jeez!\"\nHis head shook even harder with a burning shame, thinking back to all of his post-near-death experiences and his frantic urges that made him struggle without relief.\n\t\"How'd you...kn-know about that, I-i just...wanna, get all the energy out, th-that's it, I was just all wired up!\"\n\t\"Nah kid.\" The peacekeeper grabbed the little dragon's shaft and began to stroke him. \"No one else does that, not except you, cuz it's not the fact you survived that gets you off. It's the fact you almost died, you COULD'VE died, you woulda died so young and no one...not even your closest friends woulda known you were gone.\"\n\t\"A-aaaah!\" His strangled cry followed a spittling of pre over Trondo's knuckles.\n\t\"I can make it happen...I can give you what you always wanted Spyro. But I won't kill you. I'll just give you death.\"\n\t\"H-how...how you gonna do that, i-if you're not gonna k-kill me?\"\n\t\"I got a special process.\" He thumbed his cock with a firm claw. \"Trust me...you'll suffer long and slow and I'll make sure you get to savour every second of it.\"\n\t\"Hohhh...d-dang, th-that sounds...awesome,\" his eyes flickered with a dreamy gasp.\n\t\"You want me to kill you Spyro? Just say it. No one else'll stop you this time, hell, I won't even start it unless you tell me you want it.\"\n\t\"M-mmmph,\" he bucked against Trondo's fingers turning them wet, \"n-no...no one'll miss me, y-you said?\"\n\t\"No one'll give a damn what I do to you, Spyro. I won't even remember your name, neither will anyone. Not even you.\"\n\t\"H-haaah! MMMPH...h-hoh yeah, yeah a-alright, y-you say you gonna do it, do it!\"\n\t\"Do what? Say it.\"\nHe breathed hotly upon Spyro's head, sneaking a finger under the little hero’s chin and tracing the sturdy scales down to the frantically heaving chest, not unlike how Nestor and other elders did it.\n\t\"My blade won't start cutting until you beg.” He gave Spyro’s member a teasing flick with his finger. “You want me to let you go...you just have to say no...or get a tad softer between your legs.”\n\t\"Hnngh...I...I-i...I want it.\"\nThe young drake rolled up his eyes, his body shivering all over and his pink spear growing harder.\n\t\"I wanna...always wondered what it'd be like if I was really dying, i-it must feel so weird but-\"\n\t\"Real hot?\"\n\t\"Y-YEAH! AAAH, screw it, kill me! DO IT, K-KILL ME TRONDO!\"\n\t\"That your final answer?\"\nDespite what was coming, despite the sincere threat of absolute destruction to his mind, his memories and everything about him, Spyro found himself nodding with a stretching neck.\n\t\"YES!\" he panted. \"Kill me! Kill me, I wanna die, real bad!\"\n\t\"Good.\" Trondo smirked showing his long teeth. \"I love how reckless you are, you little death-defying cutie.\"\nHe stopped stroking the little drake. Another leather restraint came round his throat and bound his horns to the slab, tightening it just enough to make Spyro feel every shuddering rasp and straining breath his body made, but forced his head to keep still with tethering ropes to his wings as Trondo stood before him, twirling his wicked-looking knife in his hand. The bigger drake grabbed Spyro’s head, talons pressing against the thick skull with enough force to cause greater discomfort as he studied the curves and prodded the flesh, carefully and almost professionally planning his next move as Spyro awaited in eager anticipation to see how his existence would end. \n\nSeeming content, Trondo brought out a hammer, holding it in his grip as he approached Spyro with a wicked grin.\n\t“Now, let’s begin.”\nHe brought the knife to Spyro’s forehead, the sharp metal shining in the light as Spyro’s dilated pupils locked onto the blade’s end and his trembling breath caught in his throat. Trondo held the knife there for a good fifteen seconds, the tip never touching the purple scales, his eyes taking in the delightful sight of Spyro twitching and shivering in front of him in a mix of fear and excitement.\n\t“I’m just going to get rid of those useless inhibitions that keep you back from fulfilling your true purpose, to snuff your little sense of self just like it was always meant to be, to reduce you to a mindless plaything for whomever wanted to play with you…”\nHe made another pause to watch as Spyro’s member gave off another twitch and a spurt of pre, chuckling to himself at how eager the young drake was.\n\t“I will give you the death you craved for so long, Spyro, but for it to work we’ll first need to get to that pretty little brain of yours”.\nThe sharp tip finally pressed against the front of Spyro's head, making him give out an audible moan as his panting intensified.\n\t“But that doesn’t bother you now, does it?”\nTrondo smiled when no reply came other than more milky white splattering onto Spyro’s belly and violent shivers overtaking his fidgeting body. There were whimpers and mumblings that half-sounded like he was begging for more, but his head was drowning in a haze of lustful fog, his drooling tongue flopping out in-between his audible breaths as his eyes lazily stared at the knife that was now firmly pressed against the middle of his forehead, Trondo twisting the blade slightly to scratch against the elegant armored scales protecting Spyro’s head, guiding the tip to sink into the miniature gaps between them.\nFinally growing bored of teasing the purple snuff-whore, Trondo moved closer to the table and brought down the hammer to start chiseling through Spyro’s head. The little dragon yelped briefly, expecting more pain than what he felt on the first chink before the sharp obsidian silver would crack through the temple and he screamed in shock, the lustful fog partially receding from his mind under the stress. Spyro’s talons twitched and instinctively sunk into the table as his wings tucked closer to his back and his tail curled on itself. Spyro gave out a small whimper as his form shrunk back, seemingly attempting to escape the hammer that was now repeatedly striking against the jade hilt of the sharp blade that was slowly, but steadily, working away at his sturdy scales and the underlying layer of thick bone.\nA dragon's forehead is naturally tougher than any other part of the skull, hardened with reinforcement from the horns of a solid 4 inches that Trondo had to hammer through with cautious strength. One punch too far and too deep, and he would kill the little slut before the fun could begin, gasping sobs filling the room as he stared directly upwards at the blade pushing deeper and deeper. For a brief moment there was regret, panic, the urge to fight. But something else was pushing against, the words tumbling around in his mind and his peaking length dribbling harder onto himself with fitful tears growing more from desperate need than actual pain that would start to infect his body.\n\t\"A-AAAAAGH!\"\n\t\"Hoooold still,\" Trondo smiled hammering away, \"don't wanna end your life TOO quickly dontcha?\"\n\t\"N-n-no...no it-haah, AAAAAAGH IT H-HURTS!\"\n\t\"But you love that, right li'l guy? Can't be reckless without a li'l pain.\"\n\t\"A-aah, aaaah, HA-AAAAAGH! DON'T! D-don't stop, p-please, kill me, kill me GOOD!\"\n\t\"Say you're a li'l snuffbitch then,\" murmured the dragon, \"tell me what you are.\"\n\t\"I-i'm a...I'm..I'm-GAAAAARGH!\"\nThe cracks in his skull started to show as a watery grey trickled down his snout, an odd fleshy taste filling his mind when his tongue instinctively licked at the liquid that was pouring from his head, drooling down his shoulders, and staining his wings. He felt the tink, tink, crick, of the hunter's knife chiselling deeper, the scales parting around the dagger as Trondo stepped round to follow the curve of Spyro's skull. Every stab the drake felt in his teeth, every thud of the hammer making his eyes hurt with a sharper sting as he shivered with trembling anguish. There was, for perhaps the first time in his life, a sense of fear awakening in him. But far greater was a sense of lust yearning in his depths.\nHis mind was begging him to stop, screaming to fight back with the natural urge of his heroic breed. But it was a battle it would not win, not this time. Not ever again as he panted with a clouding fog of bliss in his twitching eyes of shining violet, his spear between his legs drooling faster with a hungering breath from his lips with each chiselling thunk and shards of bone falling down his cheeks.\nTwenty minutes would pass with Trondo's extraction, carving around the entire rim of his head before he was finally done. The agony was intense, a dull creeping migraine that pounded hard into his skull and turned his mind soft and sleepy, before he felt a sudden breeze off the top of his head as Trondo lifted the scalp, using his horns like handles.\n\t\"Theeeere we are,\" said the hunter, \"mmmph...look at that gorgeous little brain, never seen what a hero's looks like either.\"\n\t\"H-hah...a-a-aah...f-feels...cold.\"\n\t\"Ohhh it's gonna get colder for you,\" the copper drake put his hammer away, \"now let's just put this aside. Getting through it took longer than expected, that’s a pretty tough skull you have…erm, had. It’s quite beautiful, really…a shame it now can’t be made into an intact trophy. But then again, I think it looks even better now, wouldn’t you agree?\"\nHe placed the top of the skull on a rock in front of Spyro, the drake struggling to comprehend the sight of his own scalp with a thin red line around the base of it. His own horns now stared back at him, the crested frills between them shining dull in the light. Then he noticed a hemp sack sitting beside it, the word \"WASTE\" inscribed on the side. Spyro tried to answer, his mouth opening, but his mind not producing any words, the former hero just staring in shock as he tried to wrap his head around what he signed up for.\n\t\"Alright, lessee what we got here.\"\nThe dragon's brain was far different in its structure than a mammalian brain would be. But all the same parts were there, the medulla for body regulation, the pons for sleep and arousal, the cerebellum for movement and balance. It just wasn't a fist-shape like mammals were, but rather resembled a lumpen balloon stretching from the eye to the sloping back of the neck, sitting in a pool of grey juice within the hornless half-skull.\n\t\"Ready?\" Trondo asked. \"Last chance before I start going in.\"\n\t\"Wait...\" Spyro said. \"This is... I'm not sure about this. I-i thought you were just gonna, cut me up, s-stab me,\" he shuddered.\n\t\"Oh I am...just working from the top...and going all the way down.”\nTrondo traced the knife from between Spyro’s eyes to his twitching member, almost nicking the delicate flesh in the process.\n\t“I can stop here if you got any regrets. I just gotta stitch your scalp back on, but once I start cutting your brain, there's no turning back Spyro.\"\n\t\"I know,\" he whimpered staring at his detached scalp, \"but I wannit, I-i need it, I wanna die, please kill me!\"\n\t\"Tell me you're a li'l snuffbitch.\"\n\t\"I'm...I'm a snuffbitch, I'M A SNUFFBITCH!\"\n\t\"Hhhhah! Hah, ohohhh I been waiting to do this to you for years Spyro. Lemme show ya how this works.\"\nHe jabbed carefully at the bottom lump.\n\t\"Feel that? That's your hypothalamus. I take this out, and you can't be hungry or thirsty ever again, but I'm gonna leave that, no fun if you're not thirsty to be used like a bitch.\"\n\t\"U-used?\" he shuddered staring up.\n\t\"Well, what you think we're gonna do with your body?\" Trondo leaned over him to stare upside down on him. \"You think we'll let that cute little corpse of yours off before we had fun with it?\"\n\t\"You...y-you're gonna...screw me?\"\n\t\"Oh yeah. All of us, screwing you like the bitch you are, and the best part is...you can't do nothing about it, cuz by the time I'm done with you, there'll be nothing of you left. Wanna know what I'm gonna do?\"\n\t\"I-i thought you were just...gonna, kill me?\" he whimpered clenching his paws.\n\t\"Oh I will...but I got paid a good price to turn you into a special, little, doll, with your body still fresh, and your mind completely...gone. I won't kill your body...but I will gut your brain until not a single piece of Spyro the hero remains. I will get rid of all your memories, your hopes, your dreams, your very sense of self. All you’ll have left will be no inhibitions, no pesky self-preservation instincts, no unnecessary cravings or skills, it’ll be a blank slate, a dumb beast, even dumber than a common animal...but that’s how you were meant to be, Spyro, that’s how we want you to be, and how this pretty brain of yours wants to end up, while it can still think and form desires, that is.”\nTrondo traced a finger around the rim of the skull, not quite touching the matter inside but giving Spyro shivers nonetheless.\n\t“And the best part of it? You get to feel every single thing. You'll be conscious through it all. Well, most of it...\"\nThe dragon cupped the little drake's chin as he whispered close.\n\t\"I'll turn you into a living fuckdoll, Spyro. The brave little hero turned into a cumguzzling snuffbitch. You're gonna be everyone's rapetoy, all the elders you look up to, they want you dead, raping your body's all they think about, and after the first week we have using you...no one's gonna remember your name, you cockbreathing bitch.\"\nSpyro came there and then, splattering his chest with a stuttering groan of shock in his near-pubescent cock, Trondo almost snorting with laughter at the drake's pathetic little moans and bucking hips as he painted his sweet bronze belly. A moment of clarity came with the sudden horror of what he was doing, what he had committed to, and for a second his sanity returned to him. Until he felt the knife push between the lobes of his brain to make him shudder with a hard throb resurging.\n\t\"A-AAAAGH, AAAAH!\"\n\t\"Ooooh lookit that, found the part that makes you horny, we'll leave that one intact.\"\n\t\"A-AAH, AAAAH, OHHH J-JEEZ d-do that again please!\"\n\t\"What, this?\"\n\t\"A-AAAAAH!\"\nHe suddenly came a second time with burning need, the pressing of cold steel against his pons making his penis shoot violently towards his face in thick runny seed that cross-latticed over his scales. His muscles burned in his member with a sudden fatigue, a red pulsing agony that never went away but kept his mind enshrouded with such fatal bliss that whatever semblance of thought trying to keep him back from the abyss failed completely.\n\t\"M-m-more, mooore pl-please!\"\n\t\"Awhawww, damn you're cute,\" Trondo stroked along the boy's chin, \"you like that?\"\n\t\"Y-yeah, yeah I love it, d-don't stop, please.\"\n\t\"Now, since you're committing to this I do need to ask you to keep still. This is real complicated, and one slip of this knife'll end all our fun real fast and nobody wants that. Least, not yet.\"\n\t\"R-really?\" he throbbed even harder looking up. \"You can kill me that easy, right now?\"\n\t\"Well yeah, but I want you to suffer, everyone wants you to suffer...plus, you wanna be able to FEEL everything that happens to ya, dontcha?\"\n\t\"Right, yeah...I wanna feel it all, make me s-suffer real good.\"\n\t\"Then hold perfectly still.\"\nThe dragon smiled as he went to work, slipping the dagger down carefully as Spyro shuddered with twitching eyes and spasming limbs, stuttering shudders as the strangest painful sensation could be felt in the dullest part of his mind as he briefly became blind. He struggled not to jerk in fright and Trondo helped keep his head still, before his vision returned back to him when he pulled back his blade and moved towards the parietal lobes.\n\t\"Alright, whilst I get this little bastard out, tell me when you first jerked off.\"\n\t\"Wh-why?\"\n\t\"Well you can't just sit here in silence, might as well talk before I get rid of that part. This’ll also make it easier to know exactly how much of this useless grey gunk I should remove, we wouldn’t want to leave anything you won’t have a use for behind, right Spyro?”\n\t\"Alright, uh...I-i was...heh, I smelled Delbin in the hollow, he was, really musky, he did a long workout and I saw him just dripping all over with sweat. Then Nestor came up and started stroking him, touching him all over, doing a lotta kissy stuff.\"\n\t\"Awww that's real cute,\" said the hunter starting to cut the first slice, \"go on.\"\n\t\"Then he...bent Delbin over and started...doing it.\" Spyro tried not to thrust. \"They were making a lotta noise, it sounded great and I...f-felt my thing get hard, so I started rubbing it. Watching them. They never saw me but first time I spurted was real hot.\"\n\t\"That a good memory for ya?\"\n\t\"Oh yeah it is!”\n\t”How many times you jerked off to it?\"\n\t\"Jeez, musta-ha-aaaah!\" he shivered from the carving steel, \"m-musta been about, f-four times that day!\"\n\t\"Mmmmm not bad,” Trondo sawed through the lobe as Spyro blushed and stuttered, “I’ll be sure to tell them just how much you enjoyed the show and how badly you wanted in on the action, no matter what they end up using you for. Do me a favour, what's five times eight?\"\n\t\"Uhhh, f-forty?\"\n\t\"Mmhmm, alright,\" he twisted the knife under the grey matter, \"how many dragons you met today?\"\n\t\"Three, including-A-AAAAH, you, right?\"\n\t\"Goood, now look at yer scalp over there, that's yours right?\"\n\t\"Yeah it sure is,\" Spyro nodded with a tender gulp, \"damn it's weird to think that was part of me.\"\n\t\"That's two horns you got right?\"\n\t\"Uh, yeah, what are you, blind-NNNGH!\"\n\t\"Sure hope not,\" Trondo cackled patting Spyro's cheek, \"alright, how many sheep you tried to tackle?\"\n\t\"EIGHT, e-eight sheep, I know that!\"\n\t\"Alright, next question.\"\nThe sound of a tear like wet velcro came from inside his head.\n\t\"How many horns you see over there?\"\nSpyro looked back to the scalp on the stone. His mind suddenly turned blank, his jaw hanging open with a dumb look briefly as he struggled to find what he had just said.\n\t\"I-i...um...I-i don't know, wait...who is that?\"\n\t\"You don't recognise it?\"\n\t\"I...I-i think I do, hold up gimme a minute-\"\n\t\"Don't shake your head,\" the hunter tapped his snout, \"now, how many horns are on it?\"\n\t\"U-um...it...aww jeez it's like on the t-tip of my tongue, I-i can't...um.\"\nHis brain struggled to think as he visualised the first number. But when he tried to add another number, there was nothing. One plus something, one was something, one was now...nothing. Trondo pulled out the first piece of brain with a slow pull like the first slice of roast chicken, a fading look in the purple drake's eyes as something flickered to its death.\n\t\"I know this, I should know this, it's one...plus...uh-\"\n\t\"Never mind that,\" Trondo showed off the meaty bit in his hand, \"that's where you used to count, you never liked math anyway, did ya?\"\n\t\"Wait, is that...woah, you really did take a piece of me outta there.\"\n\t\"Did it hurt?\"\n\t\"Oh yeah...not as much as I thought b-but it hurt good.\"\n\t\"How many times you felt pain?\"\n\t\"Uhhh...u-uhhhh...oh jeez I really can't count!\"\n\t\"Nope, and now you never will,” said Trondo, \"now let's get to the next part, you still recognise that scalp?\"\n\t\"I mean, yeah it's...my head...I think.\"\nDoubt started to fill the dragon's mind with the first loss of its functions, the elder turning over Spyro’s scalp and dumping the piece of brain inside to make it resemble a bowl. Searching for the next piece to remove and feeling spoilt for choice, Trondo settled on the central mass, plunging deep as Spyro screamed with a hardened sob and a trembling shaft pumping more pre onto himself in his lustful suffering.\nThe dagger twisted further into his brain, slowly separating part of the hippocampus from itself as Spyro clenched all his muscles until it felt like they would snap. His wings briefly flapped in a spasm as he panted with harder spurts, legs twitching in vain and toes curling as the wet sucking stab of the blade filled his ears.\n\t\"H-HHHRRGKH! O-o-oh...th-that s-sounds so good,\" he whispered.\n\t\"You like that?\" Trondo murmured. \"You love hearing my knife cut your brain open like the worthless bitch you are?\"\n\t\"Y-yeah...I'm a worthless bitch...th-thanks...for doing this.\"\n\t\"Mmmm, yer welcome.\" He rubbed the drake's cheek. \"Fuck, I might wanna jizz in your brain a li'l just to see what it looks like.\"\n\t\"I won't mind-NNNRGH!\" Spyro stammered with a little twinge. \"HOH, j-jeez I felt that in my skull!\"\n\t\"Sorry, touched your bone there,\" he pulled back his knife and slipped a few centimetres left, \"now let's take this part out.\"\n\t\"A-a-a-a-a-aaaaaaaAAAAAAARGH!\"\nWith a second stab Trondo stopped just short of his medulla, savouring how close he was to killing the little runt, having brought him literally within an inch of his life. He struggled to control his own arousal that had been pulsing throughout his work, his throbbing swollen shaft stretching out from his own slit and reaching a solid 14 inches in size, the howling screams of his new toy making his cock drool in excitement.\nFinely carving a V-wedge of two pieces, he carefully extracted the chunk like it was a slice of cake as Spyro shrieked with sputtering climax once again. He couldn't comprehend why he was so turned on, for he never questioned why the threat of death and the thrill of never existing had burned a deep desire in the depths of his mind. But now his darkest dreams had come to fruition, and it was taking away his mind, and it was taking away his body. All he could do was stare down at his cock that surged with drooling milk like a venomous snake, gasping with potent arousal as he opened his mouth and shot his own cum into his gullet.\n\t\"MMMmmmph, h-haaah,\" he gulped down his jizz, \"ohhh j-j-jeez you really...th-that, hoh that hurt s-so much, my brain f-feels like it's getting ripped apart!\"\n\t\"Wanna see what I took?\"\nHe brought forth a huge chunk of brain the size of a fist, dripping between his fingers as a sudden fear gripped the young drake's heart.\n\t\"That was your motor cortex. If you tried to walk now, you'd fall over drunk like a hatchling out the egg.\"\n\t\"S-so I...can't...I can’t walk ever again?”\n\t\"Oh you can try. You're just gonna suck at it, now you can't dance again, or ever fly again, not that you were any good before.\"\n\t\"Yeah,\" he sighed, \"I'll never fly on my own, will I Trondo?\"\n\t\"Nope.\" He crushed the motor cortex like it was a damp sponge. \"You never deserved to see the light of day either.\"\n\t\"No,\" he grinned, \"never did...never will…not after today.\"\nThe sound of a wet thud came from behind as Trondo slammed the chunk of brain into the bowl-scalp. Staring upon his work, he nodded with satisfaction at the large hollowed gap between the hemispheres, like an axe had been driven down the centre and split the head apart like a melon, drooling thick juice like gravy from its wrinkled pores.\nMoving towards the temporal lobes he started to cut more finely, carefully picking out bits and pieces that caused Spyro to twitch uncontrollably, the loss of motor skills made apparent by sputtering whimpers and spasmodic clenches completely beyond his control, like on the verge of epilepsy. Every succulent twist of the dagger made him yelp and moan with longing breath, his pale little cock suffering without a moment's rest in his constant leakage as Trondo looked down upon it.\n\t\"Oh right, I should fix that since you're not gonna need it.\"\n\t\"Wait, huh?\"\n\t\"I mean it's your last day alive, you came good didntcha?\"\n\t\"Oh yeah, I sure did, never managed to hit my mouth before!\"\n\t\"Well you best say goodbye to it.\"\nThe dragon elder stepped round to Spyro's side and brought out a needle from his pouch.\n\t\"See this? Kills all the sperm in ya, then it eats all the muscles away in your lizard downstairs.\"\n\t\"Woah.\" His eyes widened with a fiendish glee as he licked his lips. \"You gonna...do that to me?\"\n\t\"Might as well, you're never gonna breed, are ya?\"\n\t\"Nah, never...what good it'll be if I'm gonna die, right?\"\n\t\"Good li'l snuffbitch.\"\nSpyro blushed as he watched Trondo move down and give his member one last teasing flick before injecting the chemical deep into the base of his cock, the small knot that filled out his slit with a gourd of flesh now quivering from the frigid acid pain. It felt like numbing the teeth before having them pulled out, a pain that was evident but being forcefully suppressed by whatever else was mixed in the stuff.\n\t\"I'll just let that roll on,\" said the hunter stepping back behind his prey, \"now uh, where was I, oh right here.\"\n\t\"What are you-A-AAAGH, c-cutting next?!\"\nHe whimpered eagerly, his toes curling and tail twitching sporadically from the mix of sensations spreading deeper into his loins.\n\t\"Mmmm well you tell me, what happens if I do this?\"\n\t\"I dunno, I can't see-[b]gghhhrhrrrrrrrruuuuuuuh.[/b]\"\n\t\"Whuh-oh!\" Trondo cackled pulling back the blade.. \"Found your speech centre, I'll leave that 'til last.\"\n\t\"[b]Gruuuh.[/b]\"\nHis voice became a guttural slur as his tongue became limp like a beached whale, slumping flat in his maw before the elder moved onto the next part of the parietal lobes and made little jabs.\n\t\"How about...this?\"\n\t\"A-AAAAGH!\" he suddenly shrieked sharply. \"B-BURNING, EARS, A-AAAAGH!\"\n\t\"What, what's wrong with yer ears?!\"\n\t\"S-SCREAMING, SH-SHIT, AAAAAGH!\"\n\t\"Hahaha, ohhh that's where it is!\"\nTrondo teased around the part that would process Spyro's hearing, the smallest nip of this blade sending the young drake's ears into a screeching static, a violent assault of tinnitus with the same whistling sound of an atomic bomb as he shook his head and screamed ever harder until it faded away. The only benefit this had was it distracted Spyro from the extinction of his seed, the acid approaching his internal testes and slaughtering the millions of fresh purple dragon seed that could have helped keep his breed alive. But he didn't care. An entire extinction event within his own body and he only cared about one thing. His death, smiling.\n\t\"Heeere we are,\" Trondo cut out the middle chunk of the lobe, \"alright think this might work, hey look at that scalp over there.\"\n\t\"NNNGH, h-huh?!\" Spyro squinted over to his severed horns full of dead little brain meat.\n\t\"You know whose skull that is dontcha?\"\n\t\"I-it's...it...wait, no, hold up, maybe it's just cuz you did something to my ears but I can't...I dunno what that is.\"\n\t\"Really?\" the dragon grinned behind him, \"you don't recognise it?\"\n\t\"No,\" he blinked with a twitching from his cheek, \"what is it?\"\n\t\"Whaddaya mean, it's a skull!\"\n\t\"That don't look like a skull...does it?\"\n\t\"Heh...\" Trondo licked his lips, \"wouldn't expect a snuffbitch like you to know what a skull is yet.\"\n\t\"A-am I, gonna see my skull, soon?\"\n\t\"Oh yeah, real soon...actually.\"\nHe moved his knife in front of Spyro's face to show his reflection.\n\t\"You see anything in there?\"\n\t\"I uh, u-uh...kinda, some sorta purple...smudge?\"\n\t\"That look like anyone to you?\"\n\t\"Mmmm...nope!\"\nThe look on his face was of pure dumb innocence. All his facial recognition had been plucked out like a cherry, his own horns now alien to him and the pale reflection in the dagger just another entity, a vision of something he never was nor ever would be. Moving to the next part, Trondo ripped out the amygdala, which frankly was already stunted as it was for what little survival instincts Spyro was exhibiting.\nWithout this, the last voice of reason was finally gone from Spyro's senses, a look of happiness crossing his face between the twitching spasms and stuttering screams as the killer tossed away the very source of his fear. The drake hadn't even noticed his cock had been slowly melting away, the muscles devoured by the chemicals that had now set to work on disarming his little pink sword, a faint sizzling sound accompanying the burning sensation he barely felt now that most of his nerve endings down there were already broken apart and eaten away.\nThe numbing worked perfectly, his pleasure derived from the ticklish sensations of the acid eating away at his skin and hollowing out his genitalia, like carving a pumpkin before it would collapse on itself, with meaty strands severing piece by piece.\n\t\"Alriiiight, that’s those pesky self-preservation instincts gone, and the rest...\"\nHe placed one of his fingers into Spyro’s panting maw, delighted to see the now lesser dragon instinctively starting to suckle on it.\n\t“Appears to be intact, good! Wouldn’t want you to choke on someone’s cum or don’t know how to please your betters now would we?”\nTrondo grinned aiming for the cerebellum, not even waiting for a reply from the dumb thing he was working on.\n\t\"Now this part, here's where your muscles all work...you won't need that anymore.\"\n\t\"A-AAAH, AAAAAARGH YES! K-KILL ME, H-HURT ME N-NNNRRGH!!\"\nSpyro’s talons sunk into the table as his entire body seized up and started convulsing, his wings and tail flailing wildly in their restraints as his shivering talons dug grooves into the table from how hard his subconscious fought against the deadly invasion into his very core. Any second now Spyro’s body expected to get a command to make a last-ditch effort to escape, to torch his executioner, to protect and fight against the horrendous and unnatural treatment it was being subjected to…and yet most of Spyro’s heroic mind was eerily quiet.\nTwisting the knife behind the large tangerine chunk, Trondo carved out the pudgy wad nestled in the back of the brain that was easy to remove and somehow much easier to separate from the rest. With a cautious eye and a practiced hand he severed it clean, scooping it up with the curve of his blade as Spyro stuttered with a shock through his system. All of his limbs became limp, his wings falling flat from what little space they had to flap as a cold slump consumed his body, like a tranquiliser dart shot into his brain and shut down every nerve.\n\t\"I-i-i...I...I-i can't move, h-haaah!\"\n\t\"Mmhmm,\" Trondo snickered showing Spyro the cerebral chunk, \"now you can't escape even if you wanted to, hell you can't even flap your wings!”\n\t\"Oh jeez...a-aaah...i-it's so cold, it really d-does feel like I'm dead!\" he smiled with a tear down his cheek.\n\t\"You're already dead to us Spyro. Everyone's already thinking that, Gildas, Gavin, Nestor...who told you to come down here, remember?\"\n\t\"Oh, jeez you're right they did...th-they sent me down here so you could do this?\"\n\t\"Oh yeah.\"\n\t\"They all want me dead?\"\n\t\"Every single one of them.\" Trondo rubbed Spyro's cheek. \"And they're all gonna fuck your corpse until they break you.\"\n\t\"H-hnnnNNNAAAGH!\"\nThe sense of betrayal, the horror that glimmered deep in the depths of his mind was making him sob with a terrible anguish that festered in his being. But at the same time, he had never been so aroused in his life that he started cumming for the last time in his pitiful existence, the crumbling edifice of his melting shaft erupting to tear itself apart, forming a brittle wax that dripped down all across his scales. He stared down at his length, fragments of flesh disappearing inside the blackened pit of his former cockslit.\nAll of his malehood was gone, every single sperm of heroic purple dragon seed melted away into the walls covered in drying acid that sealed his flesh, his legs kept spread to show off a hollow sterile pussy, drying semen mixing with the liquified remains of Spyro’s testicles splattered over his heaving belly, the last remnant of his former pride and joy.\n\t\"A-AAAAH, aaaaaagh!\"\n\t\"Hohoh damn!\" the lobotomist clapped. \"Now you're a real bitch in every way.\"\n\t\"N-NNNGH, AAAH! I'm a bitch, I-i'm a bitch!\"\n\t\"A good little snuffbitch.\" He drew his knife along the circle of his scalp. \"So much for being a hero huh?\"\n\t\"N-nah, nah wh-who needs a hero, I wanna get screwed, I wanna die riding on a-all your cocks like I'm NOTHING, LIKE I'M WORTHLESS!\"\n\t\"You ARE worthless,\" Trondo patted his cheek, \"you always were Spyro...you're just finally accepting your real destiny, a brainless cum-guzzling fuck-toy, a squishy floor rug that can’t object, a delicious meal for a banquet, or whatever else WE want you to be once your pathetic ‘hero’ self is snuffed and gone for good.\"\n\t\"Yeah...my destiny,\" he closed his eyes with a clench of his new pussy, \"a dead little snuffbitch.\"\n\t\"Alright,\" he took up his knife and aimed towards the hippocampus, \"tell me the first time you got hard.\"\n\t\"Huh? I told you, right?\"\n\t\"Yeah, I wanna hear it again, it sounded real good.\"\n\t\"H-haaah, aaah! J-j-jeez you're weird hahahaha, hahaHA-AAAAGH!\"\nThe dagger pushed into his flesh and penetrated his deepest core of the self. For a moment, even without his fear, there was a very real sense of dread from some intangible part of his being. One would almost call it the hero's spirit, desperately fighting its last urge against the evisceration of the self, an unyielding will that took all of Spyro's conditioned depravity to overcome. But lucky for him he wasn't the one with the knife.\n\t\"Go on li'l guy,\" Trondo urged him as he kept sawing, \"tell me the first time you jerked off.\"\n\t\"Well...I saw Delbin once, a-and he was really musky-NNNNNGH!\" the nerves in his brain still fired off with intense pain. \"He'd been working out all day in the hollow. So I watched him and then...th-then...\"\nThe hunter severed the hippocampus in two, slowly peeling off a piece to smile at the long viscous drool between synapses.\n\t\"What's wrong? Did you forget already?\"\n\t\"No, no I-i was just saying I...I don't...Delbin was...there in the hollow and...augh, jeez my head's not right today hhhahaahhahaha!\"\n\t\"Hehehe, sure isn't,\" Trondo snickered tossing the part into the scalp, \"how about the first time you met Sparx?\"\n\t\"Sparx?\" Spyro squinted. \"Who, who's that?\"\n\t\"Mmm never mind, thought you'd know him, you remember my name?\"\n\t\"Yeah yeah, Trondo.\"\n\t\"Good good. Who was the first dragon you met?\"\n\t\"I-i...I dunno, why can't I remember, I'd remember them!\"\n\t\"What, you don't even remember all the big baddies you fought?\"\n\t\"I mean, I know I fought some bad dudes but-\"\n\t\"Tell me their names then.\"\n\t\"They...they were...\"\nHis memory was gone. Beyond this day he started to forget everything that had happened before he woke up. Faces of his friends and his enemies were slowly drifting into the mist, smiles of warmth and snarls of hatred all melting into one shapeless form that became a spot of black in his mind. Trondo had to hold himself back from jerking off there and then, hearing the soft trembling sounds from Spyro's throat.\n\t\"I...I can't remember. Hah. Hhhahahahaha, I-i can't remember.\"\n\t\"Well, guess it wasn't important,\" shrugged the dragon behind him, \"you remember your name at least?\"\n\t\"Yeah, course I do i-it...it...um-\"\n\t\"Awww don't tell me you forgot your own name?\"\n\t\"N-no, no it's...spuh...sssspyyyy...ro?\"\n\t\"Mmmm, is it?\"\nThe dreadlocked hunter smiled as he went for the last of the drake's memories, his short-term subiculum popped out like a pip from an orange as it went flying past Trondo's shoulder before he grabbed it out of mid-air, Spyro’s identity now all but gone.\n\t\"What's your name again?\"\n\t\"U-uh...uhhh...I don't think...I dunno!\"\n\t\"It's Whore,\" he smiled, \"your name's Whore.\"\n\t\"Oh...heh, th-that's a funny name.\"\n\t\"Wanna know why you're called Whore?\"\n\t\"Y-yeah?\" the purple dragon looked up.\n\t\"Because...ehh,\" the hunter snickered, \"why bother, you'll just forget it anyway.\"\n\t\"Oh, okay! Hey uh, what am I doing here?\"\n\t\"You're being killed, Whore.\"\n\t\"O-oh. Why am I being killed?\"\n\t\"Because you deserve it.\" Trondo bent over to look at him. \"Everyone said you should, that you're a worthless little snuffwhore who's only good to be raped.\"\n\t\"Oh...hah, hahaha, I-i guess that must be...right if, everyone wants me killed.\"\n\t\"Mmhmm. I'm glad you agree, yer a good kid, Whore. You got any hopes for the future, ever had any dreams?\"\n\t\"I don't...heh, weird I can't remember any-A-AAAGH!\"\n\t\"You're right,\" said the hunter severing his entire limbic system, \"you don't got any dreams, not anymore, you cocksleeve fuck.\"\nOnly a third of his brain still remained, the young drake screaming with the most pain he had felt in recent memory, which he immediately forgot a few seconds after. Whore started giggling with vapid eyes, confused and panting with a ceaseless arousal from his basest instincts, hunger and thirst and the deepening lust seemingly never stopping as Trondo ripped out parts of the cerebrum and the limbic systems, what philosophers would call the very soul of the dragon, the source of one’s consciousness.\nAll his hopes and dreams were now in Trondo's fist, slowly being crushed with a hard squish as everything he was and everything he would have been was erased. The young purple dragon, the hero of the realms, was now clinically brain-dead with no hope of return. Gone into the darkness as the hunter lowered his knife upon the speech centre of the brain.\n\t\"Any last words, Whore?\" Trondo teased.\n\t\"Mmmmph...I....I'm hungry,\" said Whore.\n\t\"Hungry for what?\"\n\t\"What...wh-what's there to eat?\"\n\t\"My cock in your mouth. You want it?\"\n\t\"Yeah. I want your cock. I-i want it, I wan-[b]ghhhrrruuh.[/b]\"\n\t\"Goodbye little Whore. I'm glad you're fucking dead.\"\nWith a smile he plunged his knife through and scooped out the temporal lobe. The hero's speech failed him as the last vestigial resistance he could ever have was exterminated, dumped into his own scalp, which he soon emptied out with all of the meaty parts into the sack.\n\t\"Lemme just...nnngh, give you a sendoff for your funeral.\"\n\t\"[b]Gh-ghrrruuh, uuukh![/b]\"\nThe dragon sputtered with dumb flicking tongue as Trondo started jerking off, panting close to his own climax as he groaned feeling his cock start to shoot after too long without attention. With but a few strokes he came, splattering all over the 1/3rd of brain that remained inside the worthless skull, spraying fat wads of thickening cream that mixed with the grey matter and smothered over his cortices, the bare essentials left for his organs to keep alive at the minimal state.\n\t\"NNNNNGH, A-AAAAGH! F-fuuuuuck yes, you sexy little snuffwhore, you love it, dontcha?\"\n\t\"[b]GHUUH, UURRKH![/b]\"\nHis eyes briefly widened from the sensation of cum spilling over his brainpan, smearing out in ghostly strands that swam around the pool of juice that his mind floated in. The look on Whore's face was precious, his hanging tongue and closing eyes when he felt jizz in his brain.\n\t\"Hoo...there.\" Trondo stepped to the side with his thick cock in the drake's face. \"I'm gonna want your ass after I send you back, but for now.\"\nHe grabbed the slut's head and pumped his dick deep in the unresisting throat.\n\t\"Nnnnngh, fucking yes you little bitch...welcome to your new death.\"\n\n\nA month had come and gone since the purple dragon's passing, and the mood had not changed one bit in the realm of the Artisans. The sprawling green hills still remained fresh and verdant, the sheep were even happier without a runt trying to chase them down and roll them through the glens. Dragons flew back and forth setting up banners and pennants around the old forts, a stage being constructed in the central hub from specially-heated wood with tables and chairs surrounding a deep pit.\n\t\"Need any paints?\" asked Gildas.\n\t\"No no,\" Nestor waved his hand, \"I keep telling you statues don't need them.\"\n\t\"Oh but surely a little touch of red would work wonders on the alabaster.\"\n\t\"No, trust me, I have had to tell Delbin this as well, n-nnngh, ohhh...th-that was a good clench.\"\n\t\"Hmhm, fair enough,\" the painter gritted his teeth, \"did you, s-send out the invites to your friends?\"\n\t\"Ohhhh, some of them...aaaah, got a little sidetracked today, couldn't pass up this opportunity.\"\n\t\"Ohoh, quite agree-A-AAAH!\" His claws tightened. \"Hoh, getting close!\"\n\t\"Want to cum together?\" the sculptor grinned. \"You know he loves it when we do.\"\n\t\"M-mmmph, alright, pace with me.\"\nSitting together on the grass, the green studly dragon and the husky blue drake were holding a small purple beast between them, their shafts taut and erect as bowstrings as they drove deep inside the throat and puckered anus of the former hero. The sound of gurgling shivers came from the cocksleeve, struggling to breathe from Nestor's hips slapping against his snout and driving the entirety of his length into the whore's gullet.\nWith a roar they both came, Nestor and Gildas twisting their faces into beastly snarls as the sound of choking gasps could be briefly heard beneath them, porous rivers of white trickling out from both ends of the little dragon stuffed between them, whose belly started to paunch as it filled to the brim.\n\t\"Mmmmmph...ohhh you gorgeous little thing,\" the painter shivered, \"if only I could have told you how long I wanted to rape you senseless.\"\n\t\"Mmmm I agree,\" the sculptor pulled out his cock drooling over the bitch's face, \"clean it up, slave.\"\nHe barely understood but for the basest need. Slurping his tongue with dumb cloudy eyes, the hero who had once been was now pleasuring his master, one of 78 across the realms as he dragged his tongue up and down the drooling pillar of flesh that smothered his face in milk. Some of it covered the wound in his head, a long circular strand where the scalp of his horns had been refitted back on his head, showing a crown of thorns from the deep stitching that went through bone.\n\t\"I am so glad Trondo was skilled in this sort of thing,\" Gildas stroked along the drakeling's back, \"he's absolutely perfect.\"\n\t\"We can't leave anything to chance,\" Nestor shook his head, \"he served his duty well, and now he'll know his true purpose as our whore.\"\n\t\"Our dead worthless hero,\" the artist slipped his cock out of the gaping hole drooling of cum, \"you love it, don't you my good little whore?\"\n\t\"[b]Ghrrruuh...[/b]\"\nThe whore slumped on his belly, muscles dead and atrophied to leave him a thin ragged shadow of his former self. His horns had turned stunted, his wings crippled and paltry from both the lack of use and the many times he had been roughly handled. His eyes didn't even look at the elders, staring dead into the ground, his young bold heroic body now barely a lifeless husk of its former self, gasping tender breaths escaping from his slack maw as cum drooled off his tongue.\n\t\"Is your fresco ready?\" asked Nestor.\n\t\"It is, was just coming over before our little Whore distracted us.\"\n\t\"Hmhmhm, a fitting name for the only thing we ever have to rape.\"\nThe broad-chested artisan picked up the limp purple drake, paws hanging useless as he shoved his body down on his throbbing cock, a stuttering groan barely escaping Whore's throat.\n\t\"Aaaaah...your cum feels delightful in him.\"\n\t\"Hmhahah, I'm sure everyone's does!\" Gildas tapped his snout. \"You go on ahead, I'll grab my fresco.\"\nWalking over to the central grounds, Nestor bounced the meagre sleeve on his member with each step, dangling limbs swinging back and forth as other dragons greeted the elder in passing without even looking at the impaled slut between his legs. A banner was slowly erecting onto poles as dragons floated above to keep it steady.\n\t\"See that little Whore?\" He pointed his cock up to make his head look up. \"This is all for you, a true send-off to your worthless little life...haaah.\"\nHe wrapped his hand around Whore's body and jerked himself off with it.\n\t\"Ohhhh you have no idea how much pleasure it gave me to erase your name from the records. If I could rape the memory of you I would, you little snuffbitch.\"\n\t\"[b]Gh-ghrruh, khhrrh![/b]\"\n\t\"Yeees I agree...you deserved to die so much sooner than this, but better late than never.\"\nHe smiled with a serene look as he kept using Whore, pumping him down to the base and back up again as Gildas arrived with his large stone impress of a scene showing the festivities in detail.\n\t\"You don't think it's too arrogant of us?\" the painter asked.\n\t\"What?\" Nestor turned, still raping Whore with his hand.\n\t\"To have the festival painted before we have it.\"\n\t\"We want to make sure it's specially signed by all of us,\" the sculptor grinned, \"it'll mark a commemorative age for this worthless little cumstain.\"\n\t\"Hmhmmm, yes...you're right, that makes sense, speaking of, I do believe we had swapsies.\"\n\t\"Indeed, go right ahead.\" Nestor thrust his hips with Whore towards him. \"The more filling he has the better the meal.\"\n\t\"Ohohhh yes, this is going to be a feast to remember.\"\n\t\"Except for one, obviously.\"\nThe artist proferred his meat in front of the slut's half-open maw. They never had to say anything, for he always accepted them in any hole they wished. Dry traces of cum could be seen in his ears, smothered around his pussy-hole to a sheen, and of course always coating his anal folds and the back of his teeth.\n\nOn the fresco behind them was a gathering of dragons from all sides cheering towards an open fire. The flame itself had an imprint deeply set, the size of Whore's entire body but made much flatter for where his skin would be preserved for generations to come. Engraved at the top of the fresco were the words \"DEATH OF A HERO, BIRTH OF THE WHORE.\"\nBecause, after all, one cannot spell \"Hero\" without the name \"Whore.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "In the realm of Dragons, there was a tale of a young hero.  A rare breed amongst his kind for his purple scales, his eyes of glimmering amethyst shone like his horns of studly bronze as he stared towards the sweeping valley, the hills rolling downwards as he swished his tail in a hunter's pose upon his prey.  Fluffy white balls of little black legs and faces munching on the grass, before they bleated with a sharp cry as he came charging through the herd to send them scattering adrift.
He chased down one of the sheep who tried to gallop away, but her legs were much too short to outpace the brazen claws that dug grooves into the dirt, a cackle from the dragon who leapt onto the ewe's back and rolled her through the greens, pinning the poor lamb on her back before he gave a cheeky smooch to her head.
\t"Gotcha," he chuckled before leaping off, "didn't hurt ya did I?"
The sheep rolled herself back up and looked somewhat offended more than upset as she swished her tail at him in defiance.
\t"Wow jeez I'm just playing around, alright see ya."
Trotting off across the verdant lands, Spyro took a deep breath to savour the sweet scents of the Artisans' realm.  In the stony hills where sculptors built walls and painters made frescoes to accompany them, the young drake found himself bored without Sparx who had gone to a dragonfly festival, with most of his other friends in their different realms busying themselves with dull grown-up duties.
\t"Nnnnngh," he slumped on his side against the side of a hill, "wish there was some big baddie to fight right now, so booooored."
He rolled himself down the side of the hillock for a brief excitement, tucking his wings against his sides before balling up into an orb of purple that soon thudded against a thick pale blue foot.
\t"OH, gangway!"
\t"Sorry!" Spyro snapped out into his slender shape.  "Sup Gildas?!"
\t"Hahaaaa, Spyro my boy how are ya?!"
Gildas was a gentle soul, an artist with bifocals and an amber beard that matched his wings and mane.  His tail like the giant brush he always carried, currently slathering the side of a wall with a vignette of dragons dancing around a flame.
\t"Whatcha drawing?" the youth asked.
\t"Something a few friends of mine were discussing, a little project."
\t"How long's it gonna take?"
\t"Mmmm, a few months if all goes well, and I'm certain we'll need quite a few special breaks with our favourite little friend."
His tail slipped round to Spyro's chin and tickled him teasingly.
\t"You know I've always admired how reckless you are."
\t"Y-yeah?" he blushed with a little shiver in his legs.
\t"So eager to charge into dangerous places, like the death...defying little rogue you are."
\t"Heheheh, w-well, someone's gotta do it."
\t"Oh yes indeed, and we all appreciate such a brave...sweet little lad who doesn't fear death."
Something twitched in the back of his mind and his tail turned rigid with a shudder, the brushy tail stroking down his chest and tickling along his belly to make him whimper with reddened cheeks.
\t"That reminds me," Gildas pointed yonder, "Nestor was looking for you, I think he has something to keep your claws busy."
\t"For real?!" the youth snapped up.  "Awesome, alright I'll go see him!"
\t"Have fun little guy!"
With a bouncing flap of his wings he shot off towards the old meeting hall at the back of the hills, a passage within one of several fortresses that had been built across the land as he followed the sound of chiseling.  Inside the hall was a broad-chested lime-green dragon with ruffled pauldrons and a belt of tools, hammering away on a sculpture that vaguely resembled a head.
\t"Hey Nestor, Gildas said you had something for me?"
\t"Aaaah Spyro," he turned with a grin, "just the boy I wanted to see, how are you?"
\t"Bored, I'm gonna die if I don't do something soon!"
\t"Mmmm is that so?" his eyes glinted.  "Not that you'd have any problem with that, you've been defying death since you were a hatchling."
\t"Heheh, yeah..." Spyro looked up with an odd dreamy look, "how many times ya think, thirty, forty?"
\t"Ohhh many MANY times I've heard how you almost sealed your fate, always so very exciting for all of us to hear."
He slinked his tail under Spyro's chin and gave a tender stroke, making the little drake tremble in his legs and feel a stirring in his loins.
\t"Remember your first glide and you went straight into a spider's web?" Nestor asked.
\t"Hohhh yeah," he smiled fondly, "got all tied up real bad-"
\t"And that taut silk wrapped round your throat, choking you until we got you down...poor little thing you struggled and your face went all blue."
\t"Hahah, y-yeah, that was pretty close huh?"
\t"You've always been such a reckless lad."  His smile widened as he stroked his tail down Spyro's chest.  "We always told you to be careful but let's face it, you never listened."
\t"That's why I'm a hero!" he shot up with a smirk.  "Cuz I gotta risk it for the biggest!"
\t"Well, lucky for you I need a hero," Nestor rubbed his chin, "something very daring for a feisty little risk-taker such as you."
\t"Awesome..." the little drake licked his lips, "what is it?!"
\t"There lies a terrible fiend at the old cave by the beach, but it's hidden in the back through a hole too small for any of us."
\t"Woah, what kinda monster is it?"
\t"My guess is some sort of grotesque crustacean, Gavin knows more about it than I do."
\t"Alright, let's smoke that shrimp!"
He pounded his feet like a puppy and ran towards the beach, an old fort guarding the way towards an empty shore at the base of its short cliff.  An outcropping led to the rear of the building, Spyro weaving through the small castle's corridors and leaping off the balcony to land on the beach with a cloud of sand bursting around him.
\t"Yeah, alright lobster-boy, it's time for lunch!"
Stomping across the shore towards the old cave in the cliff, the purple dragon marched his way in with a burst of fire from his nostrils the moment he set foot into the darkness, lighting up the walls with luscious gold briefly as he charged in scanning around the room.  Nothing was inside, not a single creature was stirring as he sniffed around looking for the hole Nestor told him of.
\t"HEY, crabface!" he stamped his paws with a snorting flame.  "Come on out, you think you own this beach?!  Cuz I got a fistful of claws ready to crack your shell open!"
He found the gap in the back of the cavern, peering through before he dug his heels into the sand and tunneled into the dirt to spread it wider, his legs kicking behind him with his tail flapping as he tried to shove his body through into the next room.  But he wasn't quick enough, and suddenly a cloth smothered his head with a sickly substance that made him shiver and kick harder before his eyes started to droop with whimpering moans fading in his throat.  His head slumped against the sand, as someone grabbed his head to drag him through.


Spyro awoke with bleary eyes, a light shining on his head from a lantern suspended on a steel hook buried into the rocky ceiling.  He tried to pull himself up but his limbs had been restrained, hard leather binding his feet as he struggled and gasped with a snarl, hitting his head back against the cold steel slab he was tethered to with his wings splayed out behind.
\t"NNNGH, H-HEY, hey what's the big idea?!"
\t"Eyyy, you're awake!"
A large shadow fell over him.
\t"Was worried the little hero took too many sleep spores to the face."
\t"Ehh!?  Who the heck are you?!"
\t"What, you don't remember me?  C'mon Spyro, it ain't been that long since you been out to the Peacekeeper's realm, has it?"
Walking closer to the light was a dragon of copper scales and dreadlocks falling across his cheeks, his claws and feet wrapped in cloth with frazzled wings behind his back and a goatskin kilt around his thighs.
\t"W-wait...Trondo?!" Spyro gasped.
\t"Mmhmm, the one an' only!"
\t"What're you doing here, why am I all tied up?!"
\t"Well, I got hired by your elders."  He pressed his hand on Spyro's chest.  "Been waiting a loooong time to get a feel for ya li'l guy."
\t"Wait, a feel for what?!"
\t"Ohoh, everything."  His claws trailed down the little belly.  "See, I'm sort of a specialist in a lot of different skills.  Mostly hunting.  But I also can do other things like say...taxidermy."
\t"T-taxi-what, I don't pay taxes, none of us do!"
\t"Hahah, hahahaha, ohhh I'm gonna miss that smart mouth...even if."
He pushed his thumb into Spyro's jaws.
\t"You're gonna be putting that to good use in about a few hours."
\t"GHRLK, GHRRK, GH-GHAK!" he spat Trondo's finger out.  "What the heck's your deal?!"
\t"Heheh, oh you were on special offer."
The hunter leaned closer staring deep into Spyro's eyes.
\t"Like I was saying, I also do taxidermy...but I learned a long time back, why bother working away on dumb beasts...when I can do dragons instead?"
\t"H-...huh?  Wait."  He looked nervously at his bindings.  "Y-you can't, you're not gonna, ME?!"
Trondo pulled out a wicked-looking blade, a dagger long and silver with a groove down its centre and a jade hilt that gleamed in the light.  Spyro trembled slightly from the sheen of its tip, licking his lips with a sudden odd excitement as his tail swished.
\t"You like that huh?  Always love the danger, dontcha Spyro?"
\t"That a threat?!" he snapped almost giddy.
\t"Naaah, only if you don't like it.  But you do like it.  I know you do."
Trondo leaned close to his ear.
\t"Always the reckless little guy...trying to be the hero, big and strong, defying death every day."
\t"H-h-hhhhrnnngh...guh, s-stop breathing in my ear you creep!"
\t"You ever think how many times you almost died?  What was it like for you little guy?  How many times you tasted your last breath?"
\t"U-uh...uhhh p-plenty!"
\t"And you're like what, how old?"  He pulled back and pressed his lips against Spyro's chest.  "Barely an adult, but there's been a lotta times your cute little life coulda ended.  Think about it."
\t"I don't THINK SO!"
One of the bindings slipped enough for him to kick Trondo's throat, slightly stunning him with a jab to his gullet as he coughed before grabbing the offending limb and retightening the binds to almost strangle his leg.  Moving over each and every restraint, the older dragon pulled harder to make sure they were snugly tight, the sound of creaking leather grinding over the scales with a hard scrape as Spyro shivered.
\t"Heheh, you almost got me there," Trondo shook his dreads, "well, my fault there, not gonna happen again after this."
\t"What's your problem?!" Spyro shouted thrusting his chest out.  "You wanna be some kinda freak just leave me out of it!"
\t"That what you really want?"  The copper drake brought his dagger to Spyro's head.  "What if I told you I wanted to kill you?"
\t"NNNGH, I'd say come at me and try!"
\t"What if I told you that for the longest time, me and a buncha other dragons thought you were the sexiest little twerp and met up every once a while to talk about how we wanted to ruin you?"
\t"...w-wait...what?"
The blade pulled back before suddenly thrusting, piercing past the purple cheek and into the slab just above his wing.
\t"Ain't there some part of your brain right now that got excited?  I bet there was, we all know you love when it gets dangerous.  Every time you go out there you do something stupid, something reckless, something that you know is gonna kill you but you do it anyway, why's that?"
\t"I-i...just, that's what a hero does!" he smirked with an impetuous grin.
\t"Even when you were a hatchling?"  Trondo pulled the blade back.  "Jumping outta trees, getting choked out on spider webs, drowning in ponds, you ever wonder why it happened to you so much?"
\t"Like you said, I'm reckless...right?"
\t"Heh...maybe you are.  And you love it, dontcha?"
\t"What...what's your point?" Spyro shifted uncomfortably.
\t"I think you've always wanted to die."
Trondo smiled, saying nothing but curving his knife over Spyro's face with the touch of angels, slipping down to his belly and back up again as Spyro shuddered with a tremble he had rarely felt.
\t"What's wrong?  You scared?" the elder grinned.  "You're not scared.  You're eager.  Go on."
He pushed the dagger against the purple snout.
\t"Lick it.  I might just shove it in your skull the moment your mouth opens up, or I might not.  Maybe it's poisoned and you can lick it off.  We've always known you wanted it Spyro.  Always wanted to die...even as a virgin like the cute little bitch you are."
\t"H-hhhh...y-you...you got a sick head," Spyro pulled back, "you got shemped or what?"
\t"Then don't lick it.  What are you gonna do?  You wanna die young?  Young and fresh, like the reckless,  risk-taking, death-defying hero you are?"
The cold knife pressed on his snout, kissing with the steel as his breath fogged up the sides.  A part of him wanted to shoot his fire and burn the dagger, cause Trondo to reel back and disarm him to give himself time to escape.  He just had to puff one kindling breath, a flaming spark that would heat up the metal and roast Trondo’s fingers.  It was a perfect chance, his eyes staring at the dragon before him, waiting to make his move.  So he did.
He licked the knife.  He didn't know why he did, but Trondo knew.  A smile crept under his dreadlocks as Spyro grazed his tongue over the engraved steel, slipping along the fuller and closing his eyes with a strange gasp that made his heart flutter and something swell between his legs.  Trondo stared at the young drake slowly turning erect, his slit flowering to become a peeking little cock of pulsing pink, a rose stem that made him snicker at its frailty.
\t"Thaaat's it," the older dragon smiled, "howsit feel being this close to death?"
\t"M-mmmnnnngh...h-haaah."  He licked further along with his breath smothering the steel.  "Th-that...is that what you want?"
\t"No-no.  It's what YOU want.  Every time you almost died, you've gotten hard haven't you?"
\t"B-b-but...n-no, it's...just the blood rushing, yanno, getting excited."
\t"But you never get excited in a fight you know won't kill you."  The dagger scraped along his neck.  "How many times you rolled with other dragons and not gotten hard?"
\t"I-i...I dunno!"
\t"But you know every time you stared down a cannon, or felt a vine round your neck, you get really excited.  All I gotta do is THIS."
\t"HA-AAAH!"
The knife slashed an inch above his throat.  Nothing was spilt, except for the spurt of pre that he made when his deathly thrall caused his body to tighten and sent his heart soaring with a rush of emotions.  Something was wrong, he knew that in his mind, adventurous and bold as he could be, but...was he really a death-seeker?  Spyro couldn't understand, he struggled to comprehend but then he stared down at his glistening dick which throbbed harder than before at its full length of a paltry 6 inches until the base had swelled to a gourd.
\t"Your body ain't lying," said Trondo waving his knife, "you want it Spyro.  I know you wanna die, cuz you love being put in your place, you love when someone bigger and stronger than you can just break your neck, or crush you and twist your little bones-"
\t"M-MMMPH!" his thoughts became muddled as he spurted watery white on his belly.  "I-i'm not...I-i'm...hoh jeez th-that does sound kinda crazy."
\t"You don't wanna beg, cuz that's not you.  But every time you almost drowned, or burned, your head nearly blown off or crushed into a bloody little smear...you can't resist sneaking out behind a rock and pawing yourself off."
\t"H-HOW'D YOU-UH...u-u-uh...th-that, hohhh jeez!"
His head shook even harder with a burning shame, thinking back to all of his post-near-death experiences and his frantic urges that made him struggle without relief.
\t"How'd you...kn-know about that, I-i just...wanna, get all the energy out, th-that's it, I was just all wired up!"
\t"Nah kid."  The peacekeeper grabbed the little dragon's shaft and began to stroke him.  "No one else does that, not except you, cuz it's not the fact you survived that gets you off.  It's the fact you almost died, you COULD'VE died, you woulda died so young and no one...not even your closest friends woulda known you were gone."
\t"A-aaaah!"  His strangled cry followed a spittling of pre over Trondo's knuckles.
\t"I can make it happen...I can give you what you always wanted Spyro.  But I won't kill you.  I'll just give you death."
\t"H-how...how you gonna do that, i-if you're not gonna k-kill me?"
\t"I got a special process."  He thumbed his cock with a firm claw.  "Trust me...you'll suffer long and slow and I'll make sure you get to savour every second of it."
\t"Hohhh...d-dang, th-that sounds...awesome," his eyes flickered with a dreamy gasp.
\t"You want me to kill you Spyro?  Just say it.  No one else'll stop you this time, hell, I won't even start it unless you tell me you want it."
\t"M-mmmph," he bucked against Trondo's fingers turning them wet, "n-no...no one'll miss me, y-you said?"
\t"No one'll give a damn what I do to you, Spyro.  I won't even remember your name, neither will anyone.  Not even you."
\t"H-haaah!  MMMPH...h-hoh yeah, yeah a-alright, y-you say you gonna do it, do it!"
\t"Do what?  Say it."
He breathed hotly upon Spyro's head, sneaking a finger under the little hero’s chin and tracing the sturdy scales down to the frantically heaving chest, not unlike how Nestor and other elders did it.
\t"My blade won't start cutting until you beg.”  He gave Spyro’s member a teasing flick with his finger.  “You want me to let you go...you just have to say no...or get a tad softer between your legs.”
\t"Hnngh...I...I-i...I want it."
The young drake rolled up his eyes, his body shivering all over and his pink spear growing harder.
\t"I wanna...always wondered what it'd be like if I was really dying, i-it must feel so weird but-"
\t"Real hot?"
\t"Y-YEAH!  AAAH, screw it, kill me!  DO IT, K-KILL ME TRONDO!"
\t"That your final answer?"
Despite what was coming, despite the sincere threat of absolute destruction to his mind, his memories and everything about him, Spyro found himself nodding with a stretching neck.
\t"YES!" he panted.  "Kill me! Kill me, I wanna die, real bad!"
\t"Good."  Trondo smirked showing his long teeth.  "I love how reckless you are, you little death-defying cutie."
He stopped stroking the little drake.  Another leather restraint came round his throat and bound his horns to the slab, tightening it just enough to make Spyro feel every shuddering rasp and straining breath his body made, but forced his head to keep still with tethering ropes to his wings as Trondo stood before him, twirling his wicked-looking knife in his hand.  The bigger drake grabbed Spyro’s head, talons pressing against the thick skull with enough force to cause greater discomfort as he studied the curves and prodded the flesh, carefully and almost professionally planning his next move as Spyro awaited in eager anticipation to see how his existence would end.

Seeming content, Trondo brought out a hammer, holding it in his grip as he approached Spyro with a wicked grin.
\t“Now, let’s begin.”
He brought the knife to Spyro’s forehead, the sharp metal shining in the light as Spyro’s dilated pupils locked onto the blade’s end and his trembling breath caught in his throat. Trondo held the knife there for a good fifteen seconds, the tip never touching the purple scales, his eyes taking in the delightful sight of Spyro twitching and shivering in front of him in a mix of fear and excitement.
\t“I’m just going to get rid of those useless inhibitions that keep you back from fulfilling your true purpose, to snuff your little sense of self just like it was always meant to be, to reduce you to a mindless plaything for whomever wanted to play with you…”
He made another pause to watch as Spyro’s member gave off another twitch and a spurt of pre, chuckling to himself at how eager the young drake was.
\t“I will give you the death you craved for so long, Spyro, but for it to work we’ll first need to get to that pretty little brain of yours”.
The sharp tip finally pressed against the front of Spyro's head, making him give out an audible moan as his panting intensified.
\t“But that doesn’t bother you now, does it?”
Trondo smiled when no reply came other than more milky white splattering onto Spyro’s belly and violent shivers overtaking his fidgeting body.  There were whimpers and mumblings that half-sounded like he was begging for more, but his head was drowning in a haze of lustful fog, his drooling tongue flopping out in-between his audible breaths as his eyes lazily stared at the knife that was now firmly pressed against the middle of his forehead, Trondo twisting the blade slightly to scratch against the elegant armored scales protecting Spyro’s head, guiding the tip to sink into the miniature gaps between them.
Finally growing bored of teasing the purple snuff-whore, Trondo moved closer to the table  and brought down the hammer to start chiseling through Spyro’s head.  The little dragon yelped briefly, expecting more pain than what he felt on the first chink before the sharp obsidian silver would crack through the temple and he screamed in shock, the lustful fog partially receding from his mind under the stress.  Spyro’s talons twitched and instinctively sunk into the table as his wings tucked closer to his back and his tail curled on itself.  Spyro gave out a small whimper as his form shrunk back, seemingly attempting to escape the hammer that was now repeatedly striking against the jade hilt of the sharp blade that was slowly, but steadily, working away at his sturdy scales and the underlying layer of thick bone.
A dragon's forehead is naturally tougher than any other part of the skull, hardened with reinforcement from the horns of a solid 4 inches that Trondo had to hammer through with cautious strength.  One punch too far and too deep, and he would kill the little slut before the fun could begin, gasping sobs filling the room as he stared directly upwards at the blade pushing deeper and deeper.  For a brief moment there was regret, panic, the urge to fight.  But something else was pushing against, the words tumbling around in his mind and his peaking length dribbling harder onto himself with fitful tears growing more from desperate need than actual pain that would start to infect his body.
\t"A-AAAAAGH!"
\t"Hoooold still," Trondo smiled hammering away, "don't wanna end your life TOO quickly dontcha?"
\t"N-n-no...no it-haah, AAAAAAGH IT H-HURTS!"
\t"But you love that, right li'l guy?  Can't be reckless without a li'l pain."
\t"A-aah, aaaah, HA-AAAAAGH!  DON'T!  D-don't stop, p-please, kill me, kill me GOOD!"
\t"Say you're a li'l snuffbitch then," murmured the dragon, "tell me what you are."
\t"I-i'm a...I'm..I'm-GAAAAARGH!"
The cracks in his skull started to show as a watery grey trickled down his snout, an odd fleshy taste filling his mind when his tongue instinctively licked at the liquid that was pouring from his head, drooling down his shoulders, and staining his wings.  He felt the tink, tink, crick, of the hunter's knife chiselling deeper, the scales parting around the dagger as Trondo stepped round to follow the curve of Spyro's skull.  Every stab the drake felt in his teeth, every thud of the hammer making his eyes hurt with a sharper sting as he shivered with trembling anguish.  There was, for perhaps the first time in his life, a sense of fear awakening in him.  But far greater was a sense of lust yearning in his depths.
His mind was begging him to stop, screaming to fight back with the natural urge of his heroic breed.  But it was a battle it would not win, not this time.  Not ever again as he panted with a clouding fog of bliss in his twitching eyes of shining violet, his spear between his legs drooling faster with a hungering breath from his lips with each chiselling thunk and shards of bone falling down his cheeks.
Twenty minutes would pass with Trondo's extraction, carving around the entire rim of his head before he was finally done.  The agony was intense, a dull creeping migraine that pounded hard into his skull and turned his mind soft and sleepy, before he felt a sudden breeze off the top of his head as Trondo lifted the scalp, using his horns like handles.
\t"Theeeere we are," said the hunter, "mmmph...look at that gorgeous little brain, never seen what a hero's looks like either."
\t"H-hah...a-a-aah...f-feels...cold."
\t"Ohhh it's gonna get colder for you," the copper drake put his hammer away, "now let's just put this aside.  Getting through it took longer than expected, that’s a pretty tough skull you have…erm, had.  It’s quite beautiful, really…a shame it now can’t be made into an intact trophy.  But then again, I think it looks even better now, wouldn’t you agree?"
He placed the top of the skull on a rock in front of Spyro, the drake struggling to comprehend the sight of his own scalp with a thin red line around the base of it.  His own horns now stared back at him, the crested frills between them shining dull in the light.  Then he noticed a hemp sack sitting beside it, the word "WASTE" inscribed on the side.  Spyro tried to answer, his mouth opening, but his mind not producing any words, the former hero just staring in shock as he tried to wrap his head around what he signed up for.
\t"Alright, lessee what we got here."
The dragon's brain was far different in its structure than a mammalian brain would be.  But all the same parts were there, the medulla for body regulation, the pons for sleep and arousal, the cerebellum for movement and balance.  It just wasn't a fist-shape like mammals were, but rather resembled a lumpen balloon stretching from the eye to the sloping back of the neck, sitting in a pool of grey juice within the hornless half-skull.
\t"Ready?" Trondo asked.  "Last chance before I start going in."
\t"Wait..." Spyro said. "This is... I'm not sure about this.  I-i thought you were just gonna, cut me up, s-stab me," he shuddered.
\t"Oh I am...just working from the top...and going all the way down.”
Trondo traced the knife from between Spyro’s eyes to his twitching member, almost nicking the delicate flesh in the process.
\t“I can stop here if you got any regrets.  I just gotta stitch your scalp back on, but once I start cutting your brain, there's no turning back Spyro."
\t"I know," he whimpered staring at his detached scalp, "but I wannit, I-i need it, I wanna die, please kill me!"
\t"Tell me you're a li'l snuffbitch."
\t"I'm...I'm a snuffbitch, I'M A SNUFFBITCH!"
\t"Hhhhah!  Hah, ohohhh I been waiting to do this to you for years Spyro.  Lemme show ya how this works."
He jabbed carefully at the bottom lump.
\t"Feel that?  That's your hypothalamus.  I take this out, and you can't be hungry or thirsty ever again, but I'm gonna leave that, no fun if you're not thirsty to be used like a bitch."
\t"U-used?" he shuddered staring up.
\t"Well, what you think we're gonna do with your body?" Trondo leaned over him to stare upside down on him.  "You think we'll let that cute little corpse of yours off before we had fun with it?"
\t"You...y-you're gonna...screw me?"
\t"Oh yeah.  All of us, screwing you like the bitch you are, and the best part is...you can't do nothing about it, cuz by the time I'm done with you, there'll be nothing of you left.  Wanna know what I'm gonna do?"
\t"I-i thought you were just...gonna, kill me?" he whimpered clenching his paws.
\t"Oh I will...but I got paid a good price to turn you into a special, little, doll, with your body still fresh, and your mind completely...gone.  I won't kill your body...but I will gut your brain until not a single piece of Spyro the hero remains.  I will get rid of all your memories, your hopes, your dreams, your very sense of self.  All you’ll have left will be no inhibitions, no pesky self-preservation instincts, no unnecessary cravings or skills, it’ll be a blank slate, a dumb beast, even dumber than a common animal...but that’s how you were meant to be, Spyro, that’s how we want you to be, and how this pretty brain of yours wants to end up, while it can still think and form desires, that is.”
Trondo traced a finger around the rim of the skull, not quite touching the matter inside but giving Spyro shivers nonetheless.
\t“And the best part of it? You get to feel every single thing.  You'll be conscious through it all. Well, most of it..."
The dragon cupped the little drake's chin as he whispered close.
\t"I'll turn you into a living fuckdoll, Spyro.  The brave little hero turned into a cumguzzling snuffbitch.  You're gonna be everyone's rapetoy, all the elders you look up to, they want you dead, raping your body's all they think about, and after the first week we have using you...no one's gonna remember your name, you cockbreathing bitch."
Spyro came there and then, splattering his chest with a stuttering groan of shock in his near-pubescent cock, Trondo almost snorting with laughter at the drake's pathetic little moans and bucking hips as he painted his sweet bronze belly.  A moment of clarity came with the sudden horror of what he was doing, what he had committed to, and for a second his sanity returned to him.  Until he felt the knife push between the lobes of his brain to make him shudder with a hard throb resurging.
\t"A-AAAAGH, AAAAH!"
\t"Ooooh lookit that, found the part that makes you horny, we'll leave that one intact."
\t"A-AAH, AAAAH, OHHH J-JEEZ d-do that again please!"
\t"What, this?"
\t"A-AAAAAH!"
He suddenly came a second time with burning need, the pressing of cold steel against his pons making his penis shoot violently towards his face in thick runny seed that cross-latticed over his scales.  His muscles burned in his member with a sudden fatigue, a red pulsing agony that never went away but kept his mind enshrouded with such fatal bliss that whatever semblance of thought trying to keep him back from the abyss failed completely.
\t"M-m-more, mooore pl-please!"
\t"Awhawww, damn you're cute," Trondo stroked along the boy's chin, "you like that?"
\t"Y-yeah, yeah I love it, d-don't stop, please."
\t"Now, since you're committing to this I do need to ask you to keep still.  This is real complicated, and one slip of this knife'll end all our fun real fast and nobody wants that.  Least, not yet."
\t"R-really?" he throbbed even harder looking up.  "You can kill me that easy, right now?"
\t"Well yeah, but I want you to suffer, everyone wants you to suffer...plus, you wanna be able to FEEL everything that happens to ya, dontcha?"
\t"Right, yeah...I wanna feel it all, make me s-suffer real good."
\t"Then hold perfectly still."
The dragon smiled as he went to work, slipping the dagger down carefully as Spyro shuddered with twitching eyes and spasming limbs, stuttering shudders as the strangest painful sensation could be felt in the dullest part of his mind as he briefly became blind.  He struggled not to jerk in fright and Trondo helped keep his head still, before his vision returned back to him when he pulled back his blade and moved towards the parietal lobes.
\t"Alright, whilst I get this little bastard out, tell me when you first jerked off."
\t"Wh-why?"
\t"Well you can't just sit here in silence, might as well talk before I get rid of that part. This’ll also make it easier to know exactly how much of this useless grey gunk I should remove, we wouldn’t want to leave anything you won’t have a use for behind, right Spyro?”
\t"Alright, uh...I-i was...heh, I smelled Delbin in the hollow, he was, really musky, he did a long workout and I saw him just dripping all over with sweat.  Then Nestor came up and started stroking him, touching him all over, doing a lotta kissy stuff."
\t"Awww that's real cute," said the hunter starting to cut the first slice, "go on."
\t"Then he...bent Delbin over and started...doing it."  Spyro tried not to thrust.  "They were making a lotta noise, it sounded great and I...f-felt my thing get hard, so I started rubbing it.  Watching them.  They never saw me but first time I spurted was real hot."
\t"That a good memory for ya?"
\t"Oh yeah it is!”
\t”How many times you jerked off to it?"
\t"Jeez, musta-ha-aaaah!" he shivered from the carving steel, "m-musta been about, f-four times that day!"
\t"Mmmmm not bad,” Trondo sawed through the lobe as Spyro blushed and stuttered, “I’ll be sure to tell them just how much you enjoyed the show and how badly you wanted in on the action, no matter what they end up using you for.  Do me a favour, what's five times eight?"
\t"Uhhh, f-forty?"
\t"Mmhmm, alright," he twisted the knife under the grey matter, "how many dragons you met today?"
\t"Three, including-A-AAAAH, you, right?"
\t"Goood, now look at yer scalp over there, that's yours right?"
\t"Yeah it sure is," Spyro nodded with a tender gulp, "damn it's weird to think that was part of me."
\t"That's two horns you got right?"
\t"Uh, yeah, what are you, blind-NNNGH!"
\t"Sure hope not," Trondo cackled patting Spyro's cheek, "alright, how many sheep you tried to tackle?"
\t"EIGHT, e-eight sheep, I know that!"
\t"Alright, next question."
The sound of a tear like wet velcro came from inside his head.
\t"How many horns you see over there?"
Spyro looked back to the scalp on the stone.  His mind suddenly turned blank, his jaw hanging open with a dumb look briefly as he struggled to find what he had just said.
\t"I-i...um...I-i don't know, wait...who is that?"
\t"You don't recognise it?"
\t"I...I-i think I do, hold up gimme a minute-"
\t"Don't shake your head," the hunter tapped his snout, "now, how many horns are on it?"
\t"U-um...it...aww jeez it's like on the t-tip of my tongue, I-i can't...um."
His brain struggled to think as he visualised the first number.  But when he tried to add another number, there was nothing.  One plus something, one was something, one was now...nothing.  Trondo pulled out the first piece of brain with a slow pull like the first slice of roast chicken, a fading look in the purple drake's eyes as something flickered to its death.
\t"I know this, I should know this, it's one...plus...uh-"
\t"Never mind that," Trondo showed off the meaty bit in his hand, "that's where you used to count, you never liked math anyway, did ya?"
\t"Wait, is that...woah, you really did take a piece of me outta there."
\t"Did it hurt?"
\t"Oh yeah...not as much as I thought b-but it hurt good."
\t"How many times you felt pain?"
\t"Uhhh...u-uhhhh...oh jeez I really can't count!"
\t"Nope, and now you never will,” said Trondo, "now let's get to the next part, you still recognise that scalp?"
\t"I mean, yeah it's...my head...I think."
Doubt started to fill the dragon's mind with the first loss of its functions, the elder turning over Spyro’s scalp and dumping the piece of brain inside to make it resemble a bowl.  Searching for the next piece to remove and feeling spoilt for choice, Trondo settled on the central mass, plunging deep as Spyro screamed with a hardened sob and a trembling shaft pumping more pre onto himself in his lustful suffering.
The dagger twisted further into his brain, slowly separating part of the hippocampus from itself as Spyro clenched all his muscles until it felt like they would snap.  His wings briefly flapped in a spasm as he panted with harder spurts, legs twitching in vain and toes curling as the wet sucking stab of the blade filled his ears.
\t"H-HHHRRGKH!  O-o-oh...th-that s-sounds so good," he whispered.
\t"You like that?" Trondo murmured.  "You love hearing my knife cut your brain open like the worthless bitch you are?"
\t"Y-yeah...I'm a worthless bitch...th-thanks...for doing this."
\t"Mmmm, yer welcome."  He rubbed the drake's cheek.  "Fuck, I might wanna jizz in your brain a li'l just to see what it looks like."
\t"I won't mind-NNNRGH!" Spyro stammered with a little twinge.  "HOH, j-jeez I felt that in my skull!"
\t"Sorry, touched your bone there," he pulled back his knife and slipped a few centimetres left, "now let's take this part out."
\t"A-a-a-a-a-aaaaaaaAAAAAAARGH!"
With a second stab Trondo stopped just short of his medulla, savouring how close he was to killing the little runt, having brought him literally within an inch of his life.  He struggled to control his own arousal that  had been pulsing throughout his work, his throbbing swollen shaft stretching out from his own slit and reaching a solid 14 inches in size, the howling screams of his new toy making his cock drool in excitement.
Finely carving a V-wedge of two pieces, he carefully extracted the chunk like it was a slice of cake as Spyro shrieked with sputtering climax once again.  He couldn't comprehend why he was so turned on, for he never questioned why the threat of death and the thrill of never existing had burned a deep desire in the depths of his mind.  But now his darkest dreams had come to fruition, and it was taking away his mind, and it was taking away his body.  All he could do was stare down at his cock that surged with drooling milk like a venomous snake, gasping with potent arousal as he opened his mouth and shot his own cum into his gullet.
\t"MMMmmmph, h-haaah," he gulped down his jizz, "ohhh j-j-jeez you really...th-that, hoh that hurt s-so much, my brain f-feels like it's getting ripped apart!"
\t"Wanna see what I took?"
He brought forth a huge chunk of brain the size of a fist, dripping between his fingers as a sudden fear gripped the young drake's heart.
\t"That was your motor cortex.  If you tried to walk now, you'd fall over drunk like a hatchling out the egg."
\t"S-so I...can't...I can’t walk ever again?”
\t"Oh you can try.  You're just gonna suck at it, now you can't dance again, or ever fly again, not that you were any good before."
\t"Yeah," he sighed, "I'll never fly on my own, will I Trondo?"
\t"Nope."  He crushed the motor cortex like it was a damp sponge.  "You never deserved to see the light of day either."
\t"No," he grinned, "never did...never will…not after today."
The sound of a wet thud came from behind as Trondo slammed the chunk of brain into the bowl-scalp.  Staring upon his work, he nodded with satisfaction at the large hollowed gap between the hemispheres, like an axe had been driven down the centre and split the head apart like a melon, drooling thick juice like gravy from its wrinkled pores.
Moving towards the temporal lobes he started to cut more finely, carefully picking out bits and pieces that caused Spyro to twitch uncontrollably, the loss of motor skills made apparent by sputtering whimpers and spasmodic clenches completely beyond his control, like on the verge of epilepsy.  Every succulent twist of the dagger made him yelp and moan with longing breath, his pale little cock suffering without a moment's rest in his constant leakage as Trondo looked down upon it.
\t"Oh right, I should fix that since you're not gonna need it."
\t"Wait, huh?"
\t"I mean it's your last day alive, you came good didntcha?"
\t"Oh yeah, I sure did, never managed to hit my mouth before!"
\t"Well you best say goodbye to it."
The dragon elder stepped round to Spyro's side and brought out a needle from his pouch.
\t"See this?  Kills all the sperm in ya, then it eats all the muscles away in your lizard downstairs."
\t"Woah."  His eyes widened with a fiendish glee as he licked his lips.  "You gonna...do that to me?"
\t"Might as well, you're never gonna breed, are ya?"
\t"Nah, never...what good it'll be if I'm gonna die, right?"
\t"Good li'l snuffbitch."
Spyro blushed as he watched Trondo move down and give his member one last teasing flick before injecting the chemical deep into the base of his cock, the small knot that filled out his slit with a gourd of flesh now quivering from the frigid acid pain.  It felt like numbing the teeth before having them pulled out, a pain that was evident but being forcefully suppressed by whatever else was mixed in the stuff.
\t"I'll just let that roll on," said the hunter stepping back behind his prey, "now uh, where was I, oh right here."
\t"What are you-A-AAAGH, c-cutting next?!"
He whimpered eagerly, his toes curling and tail twitching sporadically from the mix of sensations spreading deeper into his loins.
\t"Mmmm well you tell me, what happens if I do this?"
\t"I dunno, I can't see-gghhhrhrrrrrrrruuuuuuuh."
\t"Whuh-oh!" Trondo cackled pulling back the blade..  "Found your speech centre, I'll leave that 'til last."
\t"Gruuuh."
His voice became a guttural slur as his tongue became limp like a beached whale, slumping flat in his maw before the elder moved onto the next part of the parietal lobes and made little jabs.
\t"How about...this?"
\t"A-AAAAGH!" he suddenly shrieked sharply.  "B-BURNING, EARS, A-AAAAGH!"
\t"What, what's wrong with yer ears?!"
\t"S-SCREAMING, SH-SHIT, AAAAAGH!"
\t"Hahaha, ohhh that's where it is!"
Trondo teased around the part that would process Spyro's hearing, the smallest nip of this blade sending the young drake's ears into a screeching static, a violent assault of tinnitus with the same whistling sound of an atomic bomb as he shook his head and screamed ever harder until it faded away.  The only benefit this had was it distracted Spyro from the extinction of his seed, the acid approaching his internal testes and slaughtering the millions of fresh purple dragon seed that could have helped keep his breed alive.  But he didn't care.  An entire extinction event within his own body and he only cared about one thing.  His death, smiling.
\t"Heeere we are," Trondo cut out the middle chunk of the lobe, "alright think this might work, hey look at that scalp over there."
\t"NNNGH, h-huh?!" Spyro squinted over to his severed horns full of dead little brain meat.
\t"You know whose skull that is dontcha?"
\t"I-it's...it...wait, no, hold up, maybe it's just cuz you did something to my ears but I can't...I dunno what that is."
\t"Really?" the dragon grinned behind him, "you don't recognise it?"
\t"No," he blinked with a twitching from his cheek, "what is it?"
\t"Whaddaya mean, it's a skull!"
\t"That don't look like a skull...does it?"
\t"Heh..." Trondo licked his lips, "wouldn't expect a snuffbitch like you to know what a skull is yet."
\t"A-am I, gonna see my skull, soon?"
\t"Oh yeah, real soon...actually."
He moved his knife in front of Spyro's face to show his reflection.
\t"You see anything in there?"
\t"I uh, u-uh...kinda, some sorta purple...smudge?"
\t"That look like anyone to you?"
\t"Mmmm...nope!"
The look on his face was of pure dumb innocence.  All his facial recognition had been plucked out like a cherry, his own horns now alien to him and the pale reflection in the dagger just another entity, a vision of something he never was nor ever would be.  Moving to the next part, Trondo ripped out the amygdala, which frankly was already stunted as it was for what little survival instincts Spyro was exhibiting.
Without this, the last voice of reason was finally gone from Spyro's senses, a look of happiness crossing his face between the twitching spasms and stuttering screams as the killer tossed away the very source of his fear.  The drake hadn't even noticed his cock had been slowly melting away, the muscles devoured by the chemicals that had now set to work on disarming his little pink sword, a faint sizzling sound accompanying the burning sensation he barely felt now that most of his nerve endings down there were already broken apart and eaten away.
The numbing worked perfectly, his pleasure derived from the ticklish sensations of the acid eating away at his skin and hollowing out his genitalia, like carving a pumpkin before it would collapse on itself, with meaty strands severing piece by piece.
\t"Alriiiight, that’s those pesky self-preservation instincts gone, and the rest..."
He placed one of his fingers into Spyro’s panting maw, delighted to see the now lesser dragon instinctively starting to suckle on it.
\t“Appears to be intact, good! Wouldn’t want you to choke on someone’s cum or don’t know how to please your betters now would we?”
Trondo grinned aiming for the cerebellum, not even waiting for a reply from the dumb thing he was working on.
\t"Now this part, here's where your muscles all work...you won't need that anymore."
\t"A-AAAH, AAAAAARGH YES!  K-KILL ME, H-HURT ME N-NNNRRGH!!"
Spyro’s talons sunk into the table as his entire body seized up and started convulsing, his wings and tail flailing wildly in their restraints as his shivering talons dug grooves into the table from how hard his subconscious fought against the deadly invasion into his very core.  Any second now Spyro’s body expected to get a command to make a last-ditch effort to escape, to torch his executioner, to protect and fight against the horrendous and unnatural treatment it was being subjected to…and yet most of Spyro’s heroic mind was eerily quiet.
Twisting the knife behind the large tangerine chunk, Trondo carved out the pudgy wad nestled in the back of the brain that was easy to remove and somehow much easier to separate from the rest.  With a cautious eye and a practiced hand he severed it clean, scooping it up with the curve of his blade as Spyro stuttered with a shock through his system.  All of his limbs became limp, his wings falling flat from what little space they had to flap as a cold slump consumed his body, like a tranquiliser dart shot into his brain and shut down every nerve.
\t"I-i-i...I...I-i can't move, h-haaah!"
\t"Mmhmm," Trondo snickered showing Spyro the cerebral chunk, "now you can't escape even if you wanted to, hell you can't even flap your wings!”
\t"Oh jeez...a-aaah...i-it's so cold, it really d-does feel like I'm dead!" he smiled with a tear down his cheek.
\t"You're already dead to us Spyro.  Everyone's already thinking that, Gildas, Gavin, Nestor...who told you to come down here, remember?"
\t"Oh, jeez you're right they did...th-they sent me down here so you could do this?"
\t"Oh yeah."
\t"They all want me dead?"
\t"Every single one of them."  Trondo rubbed Spyro's cheek.  "And they're all gonna fuck your corpse until they break you."
\t"H-hnnnNNNAAAGH!"
The sense of betrayal, the horror that glimmered deep in the depths of his mind was making him sob with a terrible anguish that festered in his being.  But at the same time, he had never been so aroused in his life that he started cumming for the last time in his pitiful existence, the crumbling edifice of his melting shaft erupting to tear itself apart, forming a brittle wax that dripped down all across his scales.  He stared down at his length, fragments of flesh disappearing inside the blackened pit of his former cockslit.
All of his malehood was gone, every single sperm of heroic purple dragon seed melted away into the walls covered in drying acid that sealed his flesh, his legs kept spread to show off a hollow sterile pussy, drying semen mixing with the liquified remains of Spyro’s testicles splattered over his heaving belly, the last remnant of his former pride and joy.
\t"A-AAAAH, aaaaaagh!"
\t"Hohoh damn!" the lobotomist clapped.  "Now you're a real bitch in every way."
\t"N-NNNGH, AAAH!  I'm a bitch, I-i'm a bitch!"
\t"A good little snuffbitch."  He drew his knife along the circle of his scalp.  "So much for being a hero huh?"
\t"N-nah, nah wh-who needs a hero, I wanna get screwed, I wanna die riding on a-all your cocks like I'm NOTHING, LIKE I'M WORTHLESS!"
\t"You ARE worthless," Trondo patted his cheek, "you always were Spyro...you're just finally accepting your real destiny, a brainless cum-guzzling fuck-toy, a squishy floor rug that can’t object, a delicious meal for a banquet, or whatever else WE want you to be once your pathetic ‘hero’ self is snuffed and gone for good."
\t"Yeah...my destiny," he closed his eyes with a clench of his new pussy, "a dead little snuffbitch."
\t"Alright," he took up his knife and aimed towards the hippocampus, "tell me the first time you got hard."
\t"Huh?  I told you, right?"
\t"Yeah, I wanna hear it again, it sounded real good."
\t"H-haaah, aaah!  J-j-jeez you're weird hahahaha, hahaHA-AAAAGH!"
The dagger pushed into his flesh and penetrated his deepest core of the self.  For a moment, even without his fear, there was a very real sense of dread from some intangible part of his being.  One would almost call it the hero's spirit, desperately fighting its last urge against the evisceration of the self, an unyielding will that took all of Spyro's conditioned depravity to overcome.  But lucky for him he wasn't the one with the knife.
\t"Go on li'l guy," Trondo urged him as he kept sawing, "tell me the first time you jerked off."
\t"Well...I saw Delbin once, a-and he was really musky-NNNNNGH!" the nerves in his brain still fired off with intense pain.  "He'd been working out all day in the hollow.  So I watched him and then...th-then..."
The hunter severed the hippocampus in two, slowly peeling off a piece to smile at the long viscous drool between synapses.
\t"What's wrong?  Did you forget already?"
\t"No, no I-i was just saying I...I don't...Delbin was...there in the hollow and...augh, jeez my head's not right today hhhahaahhahaha!"
\t"Hehehe, sure isn't," Trondo snickered tossing the part into the scalp, "how about the first time you met Sparx?"
\t"Sparx?"  Spyro squinted.  "Who, who's that?"
\t"Mmm never mind, thought you'd know him, you remember my name?"
\t"Yeah yeah, Trondo."
\t"Good good.  Who was the first dragon you met?"
\t"I-i...I dunno, why can't I remember, I'd remember them!"
\t"What, you don't even remember all the big baddies you fought?"
\t"I mean, I know I fought some bad dudes but-"
\t"Tell me their names then."
\t"They...they were..."
His memory was gone.  Beyond this day he started to forget everything that had happened before he woke up.  Faces of his friends and his enemies were slowly drifting into the mist, smiles of warmth and snarls of hatred all melting into one shapeless form that became a spot of black in his mind.  Trondo had to hold himself back from jerking off there and then, hearing the soft trembling sounds from Spyro's throat.
\t"I...I can't remember.  Hah.  Hhhahahahaha, I-i can't remember."
\t"Well, guess it wasn't important," shrugged the dragon behind him, "you remember your name at least?"
\t"Yeah, course I do i-it...it...um-"
\t"Awww don't tell me you forgot your own name?"
\t"N-no, no it's...spuh...sssspyyyy...ro?"
\t"Mmmm, is it?"
The dreadlocked hunter smiled as he went for the last of the drake's memories, his short-term subiculum popped out like a pip from an orange as it went flying past Trondo's shoulder before he grabbed it out of mid-air, Spyro’s identity now all but gone.
\t"What's your name again?"
\t"U-uh...uhhh...I don't think...I dunno!"
\t"It's Whore," he smiled, "your name's Whore."
\t"Oh...heh, th-that's a funny name."
\t"Wanna know why you're called Whore?"
\t"Y-yeah?" the purple dragon looked up.
\t"Because...ehh," the hunter snickered, "why bother, you'll just forget it anyway."
\t"Oh, okay!  Hey uh, what am I doing here?"
\t"You're being killed, Whore."
\t"O-oh.  Why am I being killed?"
\t"Because you deserve it."  Trondo bent over to look at him.  "Everyone said you should, that you're a worthless little snuffwhore who's only good to be raped."
\t"Oh...hah, hahaha, I-i guess that must be...right if, everyone wants me killed."
\t"Mmhmm.  I'm glad you agree, yer a good kid, Whore.  You got any hopes for the future, ever had any dreams?"
\t"I don't...heh, weird I can't remember any-A-AAAGH!"
\t"You're right," said the hunter severing his entire limbic system, "you don't got any dreams, not anymore, you cocksleeve fuck."
Only a third of his brain still remained, the young drake screaming with the most pain he had felt in recent memory, which he immediately forgot a few seconds after.  Whore started giggling with vapid eyes, confused and panting with a ceaseless arousal from his basest instincts, hunger and thirst and the deepening lust seemingly never stopping as Trondo ripped out parts of the cerebrum and the limbic systems, what philosophers would call the very soul of the dragon, the source of one’s consciousness.
All his hopes and dreams were now in Trondo's fist, slowly being crushed with a hard squish as everything he was and everything he would have been was erased.  The young purple dragon, the hero of the realms, was now clinically brain-dead with no hope of return.  Gone into the darkness as the hunter lowered his knife upon the speech centre of the brain.
\t"Any last words, Whore?" Trondo teased.
\t"Mmmmph...I....I'm hungry," said Whore.
\t"Hungry for what?"
\t"What...wh-what's there to eat?"
\t"My cock in your mouth.  You want it?"
\t"Yeah.  I want your cock.  I-i want it, I wan-ghhhrrruuh."
\t"Goodbye little Whore.  I'm glad you're fucking dead."
With a smile he plunged his knife through and scooped out the temporal lobe.  The hero's speech failed him as the last vestigial resistance he could ever have was exterminated, dumped into his own scalp, which he soon emptied out with all of the meaty parts into the sack.
\t"Lemme just...nnngh, give you a sendoff for your funeral."
\t"Gh-ghrrruuh, uuukh!"
The dragon sputtered with dumb flicking tongue as Trondo started jerking off, panting close to his own climax as he groaned feeling his cock start to shoot after too long without attention.  With but a few strokes he came, splattering all over the 1/3rd of brain that remained inside the worthless skull, spraying fat wads of thickening cream that mixed with the grey matter and smothered over his cortices, the bare essentials left for his organs to keep alive at the minimal state.
\t"NNNNNGH, A-AAAAGH!  F-fuuuuuck yes, you sexy little snuffwhore, you love it, dontcha?"
\t"GHUUH, UURRKH!"
His eyes briefly widened from the sensation of cum spilling over his brainpan, smearing out in ghostly strands that swam around the pool of juice that his mind floated in.  The look on Whore's face was precious, his hanging tongue and closing eyes when he felt jizz in his brain.
\t"Hoo...there."  Trondo stepped to the side with his thick cock in the drake's face.  "I'm gonna want your ass after I send you back, but for now."
He grabbed the slut's head and pumped his dick deep in the unresisting throat.
\t"Nnnnngh, fucking yes you little bitch...welcome to your new death."


A month had come and gone since the purple dragon's passing, and the mood had not changed one bit in the realm of the Artisans.  The sprawling green hills still remained fresh and verdant, the sheep were even happier without a runt trying to chase them down and roll them through the glens.  Dragons flew back and forth setting up banners and pennants around the old forts, a stage being constructed in the central hub from specially-heated wood with tables and chairs surrounding a deep pit.
\t"Need any paints?" asked Gildas.
\t"No no," Nestor waved his hand, "I keep telling you statues don't need them."
\t"Oh but surely a little touch of red would work wonders on the alabaster."
\t"No, trust me, I have had to tell Delbin this as well, n-nnngh, ohhh...th-that was a good clench."
\t"Hmhm, fair enough," the painter gritted his teeth, "did you, s-send out the invites to your friends?"
\t"Ohhhh, some of them...aaaah, got a little sidetracked today, couldn't pass up this opportunity."
\t"Ohoh, quite agree-A-AAAH!"  His claws tightened.  "Hoh, getting close!"
\t"Want to cum together?" the sculptor grinned.  "You know he loves it when we do."
\t"M-mmmph, alright, pace with me."
Sitting together on the grass, the green studly dragon and the husky blue drake were holding a small purple beast between them, their shafts taut and erect as bowstrings as they drove deep inside the throat and puckered anus of the former hero.  The sound of gurgling shivers came from the cocksleeve, struggling to breathe from Nestor's hips slapping against his snout and driving the entirety of his length into the whore's gullet.
With a roar they both came, Nestor and Gildas twisting their faces into beastly snarls as the sound of choking gasps could be briefly heard beneath them, porous rivers of white trickling out from both ends of the little dragon stuffed between them, whose belly started to paunch as it filled to the brim.
\t"Mmmmmph...ohhh you gorgeous little thing," the painter shivered, "if only I could have told you how long I wanted to rape you senseless."
\t"Mmmm I agree," the sculptor pulled out his cock drooling over the bitch's face, "clean it up, slave."
He barely understood but for the basest need.  Slurping his tongue with dumb cloudy eyes, the hero who had once been was now pleasuring his master, one of 78 across the realms as he dragged his tongue up and down the drooling pillar of flesh that smothered his face in milk.  Some of it covered the wound in his head, a long circular strand where the scalp of his horns had been refitted back on his head, showing a crown of thorns from the deep stitching that went through bone.
\t"I am so glad Trondo was skilled in this sort of thing," Gildas stroked along the drakeling's back, "he's absolutely perfect."
\t"We can't leave anything to chance," Nestor shook his head, "he served his duty well, and now he'll know his true purpose as our whore."
\t"Our dead worthless hero," the artist slipped his cock out of the gaping hole drooling of cum, "you love it, don't you my good little whore?"
\t"Ghrrruuh..."
The whore slumped on his belly, muscles dead and atrophied to leave him a thin ragged shadow of his former self.  His horns had turned stunted, his wings crippled and paltry from both the lack of use and the many times he had been roughly handled.  His eyes didn't even look at the elders, staring dead into the ground, his young bold heroic body now barely a lifeless husk of its former self, gasping tender breaths escaping from his slack maw as cum drooled off his tongue.
\t"Is your fresco ready?" asked Nestor.
\t"It is, was just coming over before our little Whore distracted us."
\t"Hmhmhm, a fitting name for the only thing we ever have to rape."
The broad-chested artisan picked up the limp purple drake, paws hanging useless as he shoved his body down on his throbbing cock, a stuttering groan barely escaping Whore's throat.
\t"Aaaaah...your cum feels delightful in him."
\t"Hmhahah, I'm sure everyone's does!" Gildas tapped his snout.  "You go on ahead, I'll grab my fresco."
Walking over to the central grounds, Nestor bounced the meagre sleeve on his member with each step, dangling limbs swinging back and forth as other dragons greeted the elder in passing without even looking at the impaled slut between his legs.  A banner was slowly erecting onto poles as dragons floated above to keep it steady.
\t"See that little Whore?" He pointed his cock up to make his head look up.  "This is all for you, a true send-off to your worthless little life...haaah."
He wrapped his hand around Whore's body and jerked himself off with it.
\t"Ohhhh you have no idea how much pleasure it gave me to erase your name from the records.  If I could rape the memory of you I would, you little snuffbitch."
\t"Gh-ghrruh, khhrrh!"
\t"Yeees I agree...you deserved to die so much sooner than this, but better late than never."
He smiled with a serene look as he kept using Whore, pumping him down to the base and back up again as Gildas arrived with his large stone impress of a scene showing the festivities in detail.
\t"You don't think it's too arrogant of us?" the painter asked.
\t"What?" Nestor turned, still raping Whore with his hand.
\t"To have the festival painted before we have it."
\t"We want to make sure it's specially signed by all of us," the sculptor grinned, "it'll mark a commemorative age for this worthless little cumstain."
\t"Hmhmmm, yes...you're right, that makes sense, speaking of, I do believe we had swapsies."
\t"Indeed, go right ahead."  Nestor thrust his hips with Whore towards him.  "The more filling he has the better the meal."
\t"Ohohhh yes, this is going to be a feast to remember."
\t"Except for one, obviously."
The artist proferred his meat in front of the slut's half-open maw.  They never had to say anything, for he always accepted them in any hole they wished.  Dry traces of cum could be seen in his ears, smothered around his pussy-hole to a sheen, and of course always coating his anal folds and the back of his teeth.

On the fresco behind them was a gathering of dragons from all sides cheering towards an open fire.  The flame itself had an imprint deeply set, the size of Whore's entire body but made much flatter for where his skin would be preserved for generations to come.  Engraved at the top of the fresco were the words "DEATH OF A HERO, BIRTH OF THE WHORE."
Because, after all, one cannot spell "Hero" without the name "Whore."", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Spyro the Doll", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "9", "views": "1523" }