Curiosity Killed the Cub

Avis – a young blue jay who often lets his curiosity get the better of him. With his parents away from Christmas, he stays at a family friend’s residence, but he soon finds it to be hopelessly boring. Avis also carelessly disregards the host’s advice of ‘not to go into the stable where the big, black horny dragon lies’. Of course, if you tell a cub to not do something, they’d use every means at their disposal to go against one’s wishes…

The source material is an old commissioned story that I think I published in 2019. The original title was “Getting Taught a Lesson”. It was a commissioned story.
I’ve vastly improved the quality of the writing and expanded the story with more detail. The original age of Avis was 9 years, but I have increased him to 11 years here.

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A black car pulled up to the side of a mansion. Two friendly foxes were waiting at the door. A blue jay ran excitedly from the car and to the entrance, much to the disdain of his mother. 
“Wait, Avis! Don't go running off on your own…” She shouted out, but then quickly changed her tone once she realised there’s no stopping the 11-year-old from rushing headfirst into danger.
(“Hah! As if I’d ever listen to my annoying mother.”) Avis thought. 

“Hi Mr and Mrs Jones!” Avis waved at the two smartly-dressed foxes, who replied with a calm, if strained smile.
The wife and husband patted him on the head.
 
“Welcome to the farmhouse, Avis…” The husband greeted Avis with trepidation, his hand staying on the boy’s head for longer than necessary. His voice was deep and masculine, and made Avis’s stomach all funny. 
“And your mother, too,” He continued, facing Avis’s mother and quickly taking his hand off the cub’s head, as if snapping himself out of a trance. 
“I hope you will enjoy your stay?” 
Avis nodded excitedly, and nearly barged through them to unpack his things - but was stopped by Mr Jones. God, that dude can’t keep his hands off of him. Fuckin’ freak.
“Avis, I need to tell you something.” Mr Jones’s deep voice set Avis on edge and made him gulp. He sounds serious!
“Y-Yes, sir?” 
The male fox pointed to the barn just a few paces south of Avis. The boy curiously looked to where he was pointing, and could make out traces of black scales in the gap between the boards and a large spiky tail peeking out from the exit. Avis’s eyes widened. 
“I-Is that a…?” 
“A dragon, yes.” Mr Jones confirmed. Avis’s voice was full of wonder, but Mr Jones couldn’t sound grimmer. 
He then put both paws on Avis’s shoulders, looking into his eyes sternly. 
“Now listen here, troublemaker. Do not enter the dragon’s lair under any circumstances, do you understand?”
Avis’s lip trembled. Mr Jones was definitely serious about this. 
“Y-Yes sir.” He replied, sounding like he’s just been scolded. 
His mother had a look of relief once he saw that his rebellious son didn’t even to dispute otherwise. 
“Good lad.” Mr Jones turned to face the boy's mother, 
“Now, let’s get help you get all your things unpacked, and get some nice rest after this long journey.”

Once Avis was facing away from those boring fucking adults (and the creepy vibes he gets from Mr Jones), he let out the widest, mischievous grin. Oh, he’s going to have so much fun here. A dragon! A motherfucking dragon!!! The thought sends shivers up the cub’s spine. He just has to see this for himself!
 --In the middle of the night... 

Although unpacking everything and hurling suitcases around expended of most of his energy, Avis still felt his curiosity drifting to that stable where the dragon was housed. That was the most exciting thing to him… The prospect of being in harm’s way. 
The night was warm, and Avis had trouble sleeping. He could feel the cool air drifting from his window, as if beckoning him for attention. Stick of staring at the ceiling and thinking of 101 ways to break into the stable, Avis grumbled himself awake and crawled out of bed. He looked longingly out of the window, staring at the stable and observed any movements coming from there. Dude’s acting like some special agent, looking for a hint of dopamine wherever possible. 
(“Staying at this crappy, old stuffy house is so boring!”) He thought. 
True, even the surroundings are liable to make a person sigh disparagingly – what with the pink accented wallpaper and the obtuse amount of memorabilia in the room. Even his Nintendo Switch isn’t enough to keep him entertained – all Avis can think about is that 
so-called ‘black-scaled beast’ that lies in the stable. From his current point of view, the only thing Avis could see was hints of black scales and the distinct rattling of chains. Perhaps it is the rattling with excited him the most – knowing that such a large beast is being held there, so heavy and dangerous that only a chain binding is enough to keep him in check… 
Avis puffed his cheeks with air and he released it all with a distinct sigh of boredom. 
The cold air was a nice reprieve from the warmth permeating the rest of the house, but Avis felt his heart calling out to that stable. Staring from the windowsill is doing naught to satisfy his curiosity. 
“Well, I suppose a peek wouldn’t hurt…” 
Disregarding the adults’ advice from before, he was determined to go against them. After all, isn’t that want boys do anyway? They just want to have fun, and 11-year-old Avis was well on his way to becoming a stereotypical teenager that all parents shake their heads at.
Though he managed to get his footing on the roof firm enough to stand enough, his biggest obstacle right now was remaining unseen. 
“If I stay out of the lights around the building, I should be okay…” Sure enough, thanks to his small build and near-silent footsteps, Avis managed drop himself down and sneak into the stables without so much as a sound. Cub privilege. He spotted a hole in the wall just above his height that would prove to be the safest entrance he can get into the stables. Mustering all the strength he has, he managed to climb his way up to the open gap, his steps alerting the dragon awake with a loud snort. 
(“From such a close vicinity of the dragon, he sounds so loud…”)

That did not deter the little tyke, for he pressed onwards, until he managed to stall tall in the empty window frame, looking directly at the beast which slumbered below. The dragon was massive, and he was lying on his side. His head is raised, staring directly at the young cub which looked like a fish out of water. The dragon was ready for him, glaring at him with fierce red eyes. A feeling of dread set in Avis’s stomach and his lip trembled. Doubt crossed his mind as he took in the full build of the dragon - scales on top of rippling black muscle, his legs spread to expose his large testicles which sagged into the hay, and a long snaking tongue about the size and width of his body and then more, that exposed itself from the dragon yawning, possibly to show off his fangs to his prey. 
“Maybe Mr Jones was right…?” He said to himself in his scared, meek voice.
Suddenly, whether it was from his hubris or just by accident, Avis slipped off the window ledge and fell unceremoniously head-first into the hay; right into the belly of the beast. 

This provided an opportunity for the dragon, one which he will not pass up. The black beast licked his lips, walking up to the boy who had just intruded upon his domain, his red eyes emitting a fiery evil which shook the poor 11-year-old cub defenceless to the core. 
“No, please, I don't want to get eaten!” He shouted out, scrambling back on his hands and feet. He grunted once his back hit the firm wall. Avis could see the open entrance in front of him, but to get there, he’d have to pass through the locked gate…
(“Oh no… I’m going to die here…”)
His cries aroused the dragon, whose balls were churning, his thick dragon cock slowly slip-ping out and dragging across the floor from its sheer length. 
“No, little one, you'll get something far far worse for trespassing here.” The dragon’s voice was baritone and deep, and it shook the walls around him, making Avis feel like he’s trapped here forever.

The boy looked at the dragon's huge dangling cock, and his eyes widened in fear. A large rope of clear precum shot forth from the tapered tip and into his face, covering the boy's face fully just from that singular spurt. Now the child’s face was covered in a feral dragon’s icky precum juices… he’s already been marked as the prey. The cub gipped and attempted to swipe off the precum on his face, but his hands were already covered in the stuff with a single swipe.
The dragon's big balls swayed in the wind. His huge cock throbbed and churned. The boy thought it was best to turn tail and run away from that unholy sight - but he could not leave. Sensing that his prey would flee, the dragon resolved to break his hope bit by bit. In a matter of seconds, the dragon's tail wrapped around Avis, and already the cub was squirming and pleading for mercy like the pathetic little cub he is, yet the sex-starved animal did not heed the child’s cries for mercy. His prey had been confirmed - his ‘fleshlight’ as he likes to call the younglings - will soon be used like a toy on his cock. 
“Once you've given up hope, I'm going to use all of your small body to wrap tightly around my fat cock. You hear me, mortal?” 
The dragon clawed at the boy's clothes, slowly ripping each article of clothing apart, his talons threatening to pierce through the boy's soft fur. The dragon released his breath in Avis’s ear, causing him to squirm from the heat. He knows now that he cannot say no to this. His curiosity has gotten him into some deep waters indeed… Still, so long as he looks upon that open entrance, just mere metres away from this enclosed space, a glimmer of hope still burns within in the boy…

“Once I've been ‘used’, you'll let me go, right?” Avis said in a cheerful tone, completely innocent to the meaning of sex and what fate awaited him. The dragon chortled with laughter. 
“You think your life worth keeping?! You have trespassed into my domain and disobeyed your superiors. There is no better punishment for your crime than death. And, while we're at it, you can take care of my needs.” 
The boy shivered and began to cry. The dragon let him. He enjoyed seeing the streams of tears running down his face, the scent of fear fuelled his cock and coating more of the boy's young body in feral precum. 
Then, once he stopped shaking, the dragon licked the boy's face with his thick tongue. He could smell the boy's fear again as he lapped up his tears, savouring the salty taste. 
“Yessss… I do love it when mortal younglings cry. Heheh, I'll show you just how little child fleshlights like you should give up.” 
The dragon swooped the boy up with his tail, and slammed him down to the grisly floor below, in front of his imposing, pre-spurting dragon cock. 
“Suffer!” 
He could hear a few bones break as the cub hit the concrete, followed by loud crying of pain from the boy. 
“Yes!” He roared in victory. His prey was at the first stage of submission. By force, of course. 
He lined up his cock with that small ass, and pretended to go slowly at first - carefully prodding the entrance with his gigantic tapered tip. Even if he was to penetrate the kid, the boy would not live for long. The dragon's cock slapped against the boy's shivering feathered back as he considered his plan. He looked at the scene: his cock reached the length of the boy and then more. His tip hung over his head like a leaky tap. 
“A slow death… That is what you deserve.” 
“Please nooo!” the boy pleaded and pleaded until the dragon shoved his fat tip inside of the boy's tight, virgin entrance - from then on, it was just mindless screams. The dragon moaned out with lust, drool fell out of his muzzle and onto the boy's back. 
“Oh, how I've been wanting this! Needing this! A tight young mortal for me to rape to death!” 
His huge black dragon dick didn't just slide in - it CARVED its way in through the boy. Torn open a fuck path for him to keep thrusting into. 
“My motto is: the more pain mortals have, the more pleasure I get!” He cried, getting off over reliving his earlier years in which only dragons ruled the world… Before he got chained up by those measly mortals.
A murder was happening. A cold, gory loud murder by cock that nobody would hear. At least, you would think…
Loud fapping could be heard from outside the stable, and it was none other than Mr Jones himself jerking off his fat knotted cock to the troublemaker boy finally getting his punishment. He was leaning against the wall by the side of the entrance, not daring to show his face to the suffering cub, because he gets off on knowing that he’s not responsible for the boy’s inevitable death. He can just enjoy the show. The sight and smell of a cub dying by ribbed dragon cock… 
The pain which has the dragon has endured during his hundred-year long captivity is enough for him to fuck cubs with a vengeance like none other. With each and every cry that echoed from the stable, Mr Jones’s cock throbbed hands-free.
With each slapping sound of those fat, heavy balls against the underage feathery behind, Alfie Jones thought he lost his mind. But he can’t deny what he likes - the first time he saw that boy rebel against his mother, he wanted nothing more than to bring him over his lap and spank him. But it looks like his pet dragon has taken that chance away from him…

Avis was clinging onto life; onto what little hope he had left to escape this humiliating fate. 
The dragon’s thick black cock was now shoved halfway inside of Avis - holding him up completely just from the strength of his cock. Hell, the dragon's cock probably has more muscle than all of Mr Jones, not to mention the boy.
Blood coated the dragon’s dark cock, and the once-proud troublemaker was reduced to a gurgling mess, on the brink of death. Though his vision was hazy, he could make out the outline of the figure that sat across him, on a stool. As he got into focus, Avis’s heart shook in shock. 
It was Mr Jones! And he was jerking his cock madly in front of him, breath catching in his throat, he looked at the bloodied, near-unconscious boy with lust in his eyes. 
“Oh, Avis. You look so good like that.” His voice was dark and slurred, like he was drunk. A demon.
Then the dragon thrusted in again, making the boy gurgle and cough up blood. 
“Do it again! I want to see you wreck his hole! Teach this kid a fucking lesson!” 

Alfie Jones was mad with lust. He couldn't stop the evil coursing through him. He just loved seeing boys dominated by his dragon, though, none had ever been brave enough to break in with the exception of Avis. That’s right, even if Avis hadn’t have broken in, Mr Jones would’ve sent him to the stable anyway – as food for the vengeful dragon.
The dragon did what his master asked. Drooling, he wrapped his tongue around the boy's body and held him up by a paw. Then he began his full, deathly thrusts into the boy which squished and squashed his insides around. Avis’s hole was extremely distended, prolapsed around the massive cock, acting as the perfect cocksleeve that felt warm and tight. Meanwhile, the kid's insides were popping like candy from the sheer force of that fat cock shoving inside of him time and time again. Avis is just getting used like a fleshlight, up and down, leaving his entrails and a gory mess on the cock that's killing him. 
Those mighty balls crashing against the now-bloody feathery bottom only added to the cacophony of sounds in the room. 
“God, I can fucking hear it ringing in my ears! Wreck this little shit! Give him the punishment a bad kid like him deserves!” Alfie shouted out, delirious with his own lust.
Avis was in complete agony and he only had a few seconds to live. In that time, his dying moments, Mr Jones looked at him with a devilish smirk. 
“Well, have you learned what happens to bad boys, Avis? They get FUCKED TO DEATH. Finish him!!!” 
Alfie Jones barked at his dragon to deliver the killing blow, who was ready to do it in a flash. 
With a loud, proud and mighty roar, the dragon impaled the bird fully on his cock, forcing the remaining 25% of the cock in to come crashing out of his lifeless and distended maw. Guttural groans and smoky breath came out of the dragon's maw as he fucked the helpless little boy.

“Mmm, small, young, mortals always satisfy me the fullest.” The dragon grunted with pleasure, sounding extremely satisfied. 
Then, his balls churned. His neck tensed up and, in an instant, the floodgates came crashing open. The dragon roared out in victory as he ejaculated inside his underage catch. 
The dragon's orgasm was monumental - thick waves of gooey red-white mixed cum came crashing out of the bird's dead maw, quickly making a small ocean of it on the floor. 
Mr Jones, himself, was covered and stinking in his own semen - his nightgown parted for him to shoot all over his chest, still milking the last spurts of his cock to drip down his furry nuts to the floor. He's a tired, mess of cum from the amazing show that he put on. He never thought his dragon was a filthy kid fucker, but that made it better. He always thought he was alone in those lusts. But of course dragons are kid fuckers – they are animals, feral in their lusts.
“You've… Sure fucked him thoroughly,” Alfie said, somewhat intimidated by the sight and dominance of his dragon that he just displayed. 
The dragon's voice rumbled in his chest, 
“It is mating season, master, and you provided me no hole to fuck. Can I use this for a while?”
Alfie smiled and nodded in silence, still breath-taken from how hot everything was.
With the squealing child now dead, the dragon had free reign to do whatever he wants to it. Though his cock felt very warm inside the corpse, he decided to think on his next step, and wanted his master to share his prey with him. 
“You may cum inside this corpse if you like.” The dragon said.
Alfie’s eyes lit up. It was like he was getting his first toy to play with. 
“Really?!” The perverted fox husband replied.
“Yes, once you work him off my cock.” 
The dragon returned from his hunched-down position, displaying the broken, bloody corpse of Avis on his cock with pride. 
Alfie got up to see the damage for himself.
“Shame his asshole is basically… torn apart.” Alfie chuckled. 
“That’s a good thing. Kid deserved it. He got taught his lesson one way or another.” The dragon replied, shaking his head and raising his tail – most likely in a display of pride. 

Alfie grabbed Avis’s lifeless, limp arms and could feel the corpse throbbing in unison with the cock. Alfie knew that the dragon was still horny even after that - a beast like that needs to be sated multiple times. 
“You want to have another load inside him?” The fox asked.
“No, master, I want you to play with him. Shove that mortal cock up his dead guts. Feel my warm semen rush over your cock with his blood.” The dragon’s voice was husky, he was already getting horny again over the prospect of a moral joining him in his depravity. 

Alfie cock’s throbbed at the dragon’s vivid description. He always knew it was good to keep him around. 
Yanking him off the humongous cock took a lot of strength, but it was so worth it to see the torn-up asshole prolapse and spill cum and blood everywhere with a loud farting sound. Meanwhile, the dragon’s cock was full of the boy’s guts and internals. Literally. The feral beast hollowed him out. Now Avis is nothing but a limp, empty fucktoy for horny mortals to pump cum into and eventually make him inflate with it.
Avis won’t be coming home for Christmas.