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\n\t\t\t\t\tbluemyth of a previous character I designed, here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/9553488/***********
Ragnarok Rising
by: Ravensflock
Rax's eyes snapped open to the wailing sound of alarms.
Before he could even take a shuddering breath, the cryotube that had held him for 2 years unceremoniously jettisoned him, spilling the green lizard to the cold deck in a tangle of limbs.
He rose to his elbows, hacking up the suspension fluid that not had time to be properly drained from his lungs. Still retching he forced himself to his clawed feet, careening off of a heating duct as the small surveying ship he had called home lurched sickeningly, debris from the small kitchen exploding out from the plastisteel cabinets, raining down around the disoriented reptile.
Panting heavily, one arm braced against the wall, Rax stumbled down the corridor to the bridge, only to be blown backward as a huge explosion wracked the front part of his ship.
The alarms changed tone, the whine growing louder, shriller, the call to abandon ship.
Coughing, wheezing out panicked heaving breaths, the green reptile threw himself toward the evac-suit lockers, smashing his snout so hard against the clear plexiglass of the locker that he saw colors as the starship virtually leapt.
Desperately dragging on the suit, more by instinct then thought, he tightened the seals, slamming the small helmet home just as the red alarm lights turned purple.
Gasping Rax punched the emergency airlock and was ripped backward out of the small ship just as a series of explosions began to consume her, building and climbing up the hull until; with a silent, bright flash, metal was consumed in a ball of white fire.
The reptile's helmet darkened in response, just as the shockwave crashed into his floating body, crushing him backward like a truck, the surveyor screamed as he was flipped end over end, hurling wildly until he crashed into something unyielding and darkness pulled him down.
A small flickering light greeted him as he slowly came back to his senses, blinking, his yellow eyes still unfocused, the glowing indicators of his helmet's hud swam into view
Groaning, Rax eyed the counters for air and life support, not yet fully comprehending what he was seeing.
With a start, he bolted to his knees, feeling his grav-boats adjusting to keep him in contact with whatever surface he was on.
He looked up and outward at a scene of surreal beauty and devastation.
High above, the remnants of his ship still flared in its death throes, flashes of plasma and nuclear energy sputtering out of the torn wreckage.
Huge clusters of asteroids still smashed into the pieces, breaking them apart further; glittering, black rocks grinding up the man-made vessel into smaller and smaller pieces.
Gritting his sharp teeth, the lizard engaged the datacore of his suit, looking at the astromaps of his plotted course,\\.
He knew,even before he studied the information that there should not have been such a massive asteroid field on his course.
He watched as a bright yellow line traced his flight from his homeworld,\\; bearing true through system after system, before strangely, and without any explanation, veering wildly off course, steering further and further into the dark and unmapped outer rims, before the yellow line left the plotted grids of his maps altogether, and just seemed to float in a void,
Rax watched as the line continued to move through the blackness, the time indicator showing almost a year.
He clenched his gloved fist, of course there were safety systems, alarms that should have woken him from his cryosleep the moment he deviated, he couldn't fathom how things had gone so wrong.
Finally he focused on his surroundings.
Looking down he saw the rough bare stone of one of the obsidian asteroids that had destroyed his ship, his boots keeping him fastened to the spinning chunk of rock like a tiny bug.
Moving his eyes upward and outward, he was momentary blinded as a bright blue sun glared into his helmet, the visor darkening in response.
A lonely, cold planet spun slowly in the distance before the star, being partly silhouetted against the intense light.
Rax sighed, tapping his comms unit, sending out a broadband call for help, though this far out, chances were basically none.
He sat heavily onto the hard surface of the rock, holding his helmeted head in his hands as he studied the life support readouts of his suit, 11 hours of air....less then a dozen hours to contemplate his inevitable doom.
His gloved hand twitched toward the pressure seal of his helmet...why wait, why sit in the cold of space, staring into that uncaring blue sun as his suit slowly shut down.
As a small tear traced its way down his scaled face, his fingers brushed against the release, slowly beginning to tighten, making ready to pull, clenching his teeth, his arm muscles tensing, he began to pull....just as his radio crackled.
His fingers released the seal lever spasmodically, an uncontrollably shudder running through his body as adrenalin filled him
Panting heavily, he listened, the crackling clearing achingly slowly, the signal resolving into clear empty silence.
Furrowing his scaly brows the reptile's eyes flickered across the readouts; everything indicating a firmly established connection....with something.
Haltingly, his yellow eyes squeezed shut in prayer, he spoke into the dead silence, “He....hello....is anyone there...?”
His comms buzzed for a moment before returning to eerie quiet.
Instinct told Rax that it was not the silence of absence, some..thing was on the other end, listening to his plaintive calls.
“Can you hear me? Please say something, I am an astrosurveyor from the beta quadrant, my ship was destroyed in an uncharted asteroid field, I desperately need help...”
Gritting his teeth as he finished, the green lizard listened hard into the quiet, concentrating with everything that he was, only to hear nothing, the quiet of space.
Rax released an involuntary sob, hopelessness again washing over him in suffocating waves,
“Please.....please..help...” he whispered quietly into the silence, “I'll..do..anything...”
A deep, bone vibrating chuckle filtered into his helmet, the voice smooth, velvet that seemed to wrap around his sadness and desperation, warming him strangely, even in the cold of space. “I hear you...little one...you are not alone...”
Rax shuddered in relief, the panic and fear that had gripped him so tightly seeming to bleed way into the emptiness around him as the Voice continued, “It has been...so very long since I have tasted the mind of another...”
The lizard's eyes fluttered slightly in alarm at the strange phrasing of the Voice, but was quickly forgotten as it continued, seeming to grow ever more prominent in his hearing, not...louder, just...more important, but after all this could be his salvation.
He tapped his comm unit sending a reply into the blackness, “Do you have a ship? Have you located my coordinates? I only have about 9 hours of air left in my suit, will you be able to reach me in time?”
Again a dark and deep chuckle, clearer now, without the canned sound so familiar with a comm speaker, almost as if it was talking directly into his mind, “I am...close by...and I can save you stranded one, I can free you from this void..from your certain death...but I need something from you...”
Rax breathed out, the screen of his helmet fogging up as he smiled. The Voice continuing to wrap him up in its comforting tones.
He grinned to himself, how silly that he would start capitalizing the word in his mind, he was just thankful someone was here, that all was not lost. “Of course, anything is better then slowly running out of air on this dead rock.”
Little ripples of pleasure swam their way up his spine at the pleased tone from the Voice, “Good little one, then I will tell you...I have been stranded here as well...for...far, far to long, and with your help, we will be able to escape this barren place together...turn and free me...”
The Voice seemed to retreat then, back into silence, taking with it its feelings of warmth and safety, the stark reality of his situation crashing back upon the green reptile.
Groaning from the feeling of loss Rax slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping back over the barren surface of the large asteroid he occupied, his eyes finally settling onto a strange formation of rock that he had earlier dismissed.
He slowly approached the plinth of rock, noting how smooth and glossy the surface seemed to be.
He noticed the closer he came, the warmer he felt, the more comforted and safe he seemed to be.
The lizard smiled, a bit dreamily, as small waves of pleasure, almost sexually charged, seemed to crawl over and in him; adrenalin he figured.
Finally he stood at the foot of the monolith, basking in the welcoming feelings, even noticing with a small jolt of embarrassment that the codpiece of his suit seemed to have shrunken considerably.
He ran his gloved hand across the icy surface of the smooth stone, his eyes tracing upward lazily, settling on a strange protrusion breaking the smooth surface.
What appeared to be an armored dragon's snout stuck out from and then merged with the solid rock, like it had been fighting free right before being frozen in place.
It seemed to stare outward a slight roar parting its muzzle.
His fingers encountered a rough surface as he idly ran them across the perfectly smooth rock, bringing his attention away from the fossilized cyber dragon.
His eyes drifted down to where his hand rested, everything still feeling soft, like being wrapped in layers of rubber, shiny and black...his head shook slightly back and forth...where had that come from...
He noticed that his hand floated next to a series of weird runic symbols that had been carved into the rock surface, spiraling up and around the plinth like chains.
The computers of his helmet noted the language, trying automatically to decipher and translate the alien script, but eventually returning an error their memory banks coming up empty.
He at least thought the writing interesting, pretty in its own way.
He stepped back from the stone surface, taking in the whole structure, regarding the surrounding barren area.
Jagged formations seems to ring the large monolith, almost like walls, or what could have been the base of a huge dome; long since smashed into so much space dust from the movement and collisions of the asteroid field.
Rax's eyes again drifted, seemingly of their own accord, back up to the frozen visage of the angular dragon, whose roar now seemed to be a smile as it appeared to regard the small astronaut.
Buzzing...seeming to start from his core and grow outward in unstoppable waves washed over him, each pulse growing more powerful, more insistent, bringing sensations of incredible pleasure to the lizard, until he cried out, overwhelmed.
A powerful NEED seemed to grow with the vibrations, a need to destroy the stone formation.
No longer did the writing seem beautiful, it seemed evil; demonic in its swirling patterns, marring the true beauty of the dragon's face.
The surveyor's hand shot down to his waist, scrabbling with the release of his plasma pistol, the all encompassing buzzing traveling from his body to his face and head, making him moan into his helmet as it washed through him.
He ripped the firearm from his belt, his arms trembling with the overpowering urge to shoot the shining pillar, the electric pulsing consuming him becoming his everything.
With a scream of release, he pulled the trigger, sending a superheated shot of plasma into and through the rock, punching a large hole through the monolith.
Relief flooded through the surveyor as the intense sensations immediately ceased, the buzzing, pulsing, soul-shaking pleasure flowed out of him as the dust began to drift away.
He collapsed to the ground as if his strings had been cut, the relief gradually shifting into a low, but insistent craving...for something...shiny...tight clad figures kneeling before him, seemingly to swim in the hud of his monitor before he blinked them away, raising his head to regard the destruction his blast had caused.
The monolith still stood; smooth and stark black against the glow of the near blue star, its dark silhouette sending a sharp shadow across the landscape, falling over the astronaut as he pulled himself to his feet.
The craving; thrumming within him pulled him forward, his booted feet guiding themselves toward the hole that his shot had punched into the stone plinth.
As Rax came closer he noticed the slab was hollow, an irregular cavity forming the inner surface, small rivulets of some sort of ebony, shiny, goo leaked out of the cracked wall that lined the blast damage.
He pulled himself closer, some small part of him still wanting to flee, be anywhere but here, but something pulled him onward,
He looked into the swirling pool of viscous liquid that gathered within the hollow of the plinth.
As the lizard stared into the gently moving goo, the Voice began to speak again, each silken word, every smooth syllable vibrating through the enraptured reptile. “Thank you little one...I have waited...so very long to be freed...you have done...very well.”
The astronaut's back arched as the approval of the Voice filled him, warming him again, the feeling of safety, or rightness, growing stronger, strangling the niggling worry of doubt.
The pool seemed to pulse as the Voice continued, “You should be rewarded for your effort, you will be...saved from this place and together we shall escape, leave this dead rock...return to your home.”
Rax could only smile and nod, the thought of returning home filled him with so much hope.
As he watched, the liquid before him rippled, the glossy surface forming pictures; sexy rubber encased figures, prostrate before him, those closest writhing in ecstasy as his very presence corrupted them further, spreading the gift of his corruption ever outward....
The lizard's eyes flew open as he found himself nodding and smiling to the scenes before him.
He tried jerking backward....but was unable to make himself do so, his body not his own as the scene's swirled, rubbery figures spread outward, corrupting other planets, other systems, all falling prey, willing and resistant alike submitting as the latex covered them, consuming their identities, enslaving them to the pleasure that their new forms brought....
The Voice was a low rumble of laughter in the background as the scenes played out and now it spoke in rumbling tones, firm with command. “I am Ragnarok; the End and Beginning, Gate of Oblivion, I thank you for freeing me, slave, and now I will give you your reward...”
Before Rax could even process that he had been called a slave, the black pool began to boil, tendrils forming upward, becoming crimson chased with gold as they grew further out, lunging forward latch themselves onto the surprised reptile.
Shaken from his trance by the terror that now coursed through him Rax leapt away from the stone plinth, disengaging his grav-boots to shoot upward away from the surface of the asteroid.
The tendrils of living latex that had attached themselves to his suit stretched wildly, and for a moment the green lizard had a surge of hope as he thought that they would snap, freeing him.
Instead the whole mass that had been pooling in the plinth broke free, tumbling through the empty space between them.
It spun in the air, splitting and separating, glossy red armor sections beginning to form from the liquid, thousands of squirming latex villi coated the insides of the armor, excitedly writhing faster in anticipation as they closed on on the helpless reptile.
The familiar dragon's head pushed it's way out of the drifting mass, a grin forming on its mechanized features.
Glowing, bright blue eyes fixed on Rax's yellow ones.
Those terrible orbs flashed brightly, and with a ripping sound that sent cold dread through his bones, Rax's space-suit shredded apart, puffing away into space dust.
He screamed, quickly realizing that he shouldn't have been able to as the armor began to close in on him.
An arm section closed around his forearm, the squirming, living nubs inside feeling like thousands of little slick tongues that teased every inch of his arm.
Pleasure crashed through the astronaut, unbidden, as new rubber began to well out from the locked section, consuming his hand, turning it into a huge, latex dragon's claw.
The licking, teasing tongues only becoming more powerful, every centimeter covered by the spreading goo erupting into a blaze of sensation, more intense pleasure shooting through his forearm then anything he had ever known.
As the claw that had consumed his arm flexed, he again felt another piece of armor closing about his foot, the caressing, writhing, villi turning his leg into a blaze of pleasure.
Everything was ablaze, from the top of his calf to his paw pads; the sensitive flesh seeming to spark brightly in his mind as the tongues licked across his pads, around his toes, between him.
He realized that the low, constant keening was his own voice, moaning uncontrollably as the huge claws that now ended his leg curled, the shiny, slick surface reflecting the blue light of the star.
Rax continued to moan, the noise growing louder, more lustful...he...he...couldn't stop, the sensations were far beyond anything he had ever imagined, the uncovered parts of him screaming, crying out to be covered, the NEED of it consuming his everything as he thrashed in the empty void.
A thick, golden shield formed across his chest, the unceasing tongues even hear, licking across his front insistently, unceasingly teasing his nipples.
Tiny sucking and biting sensations sent electric jolts of pleasure ricocheting through his body.
Each lick, each moment as strong, as blindingly erotic as the last, and the lizard knew, somewhere in the deepest parts of his mind that it would always be so, his body never tiring of this, never adapting to the sensations as more of it was consumed.
Something new broke through his blaze of pleasure; a deep, unstoppable wave of pressure and burning bliss stroked down his body, reaching to squeeze each leg, each clawed toe, to the tip, and then starting back up again, climbing to the very end of his snout, and then, back down again.
He realized dimly that he was being stroked like a huge cock, his rigid body alighting even further as he watched the piston that was now encased in a huge blue jewel in the middle of his chest rise and fall, each pump leaving him more and more sensitive.
The stroking continued without change, all the while his skin continued to be titillated by the villi that covered every inside surface of the rubber that was encasing him further and further.
His head lolled back, his eyes rolling up as the moan that he had not ceased making grew higher in pitch, louder, becoming more of a sung, musical note.
Again he saw the blue glowing eyes of his Master, as the elegant red and black dragon's head drifted before him.
A brightly gleaming tongue slid out of the maw, small motes of energy drifting from the blinding glow as it emerged, slinking up and licking across the sharp edges of the angular muzzle.
Goo surged out of the neck, segmented armor sections forming quickly, the edges spreading outward, almost as if a cloak, curling up and inward.
The edges formed claw tipped arms that stretched the walls around the surveyor's head, showing him that, even hear, the small tongues writhed about, squirming faster as the claws moved ever closer to each other.
His single, musical note was suddenly cut short as Rax realized something was being pushed down his throat, the flexible tube gliding between his jaws without resistancw.
It pulsed against the inner parts of his throat walls as it coated his insides, flowing down into his lungs, stomach, and intestines.
Everything that was covered was gently being squeezed, beginning to spark in his awareness, each organ becoming something different, an erogenous zone in its own right as it was transformed.
Centuries seemed to fly by in moments as the force within him reached his member from the inside.
It flowed into his dick which began to blossom outward, his already rock hard cock growing larger, the rubber pushing out from the tip, becoming claws that tipped the now dangerous looking appendage.
He wanted to thrash wildly, to move in this sea of bliss, but he was held fast, everything tightening around him as the armor continued to grow.
No matter how tight it became the innumerable points of pleasure that made up his awareness of the villi continued to lick, his body twitching as it was stroked by the piston that pumped so achingly hard on his chest.
The stars began to wink out one by one as the claws began to knit together, the back of his head already held tightly to the writhing inner surface.
Slowly now, the consuming pleasure knit itself up to his cheeks, his forehead, compressing against his muzzle, stretched around the pulsing tube plunging down his throat.
With a mental cry of pure ecstasy the green lizard disappeared into the ceaselessly moving insides of the mecha-dragon, the only hint of him, the small bulge of his muzzle that now stretched out from the glistening black surface of Ragnarok's throat.
For an eternity he was alone in the heaven of pleasure that made him, an infinity of blackness filled with nothing but ecstasy....
Light, glacier slow, grew in his awareness, folding outward to reveal the gleaming claw of Ragnarok as the dragon stroked the coated muzzle encased in his neck. His Master spoke, the Voice crashing through him, “This is your reward my slave...Oblivion can mean so....many things.”
The huge red and gold cyber dragon flexed, power rolling off of his long limbs, the blue gems that marked each burning brightly blue, the energy generated from the nova of pleasure that was the small being within him.
“I will allow you to see for now, though that will not always be the case....after all....we have an eternity together...so many beings to corrupt, to dominate, I wouldn't want you to miss the show.”
Jet wings of metal and flame formed from his mammoth back, engines whining to life as the rubber mecha-dragon began to drift forward, a broad, holographic, yellow line extending out from him, tracing the way back to his slave's homeworlds.