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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Last_Guardian_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Evil_Trico/The_boy, Armored_Trico/The_boy
  Character:
      Evil_Trico, The_Boy, Armored_trico
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Bestiality, Sex, Gay, Video_Game, Game_Over, bad_end?, Snuff, Death
      By_Cock, Bone_Breaking
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-26 Words: 4791
****** In the absence of a guardian ******
by Anonymous, Arcturas_Callahan
Summary
     After losing Trico, the boy wanders around the ruins until he finds
     the fluffy tail of trico. But its not his trico.
     I did not write this story, just comissioned it. The author wants to
     remain anonymous. The picture that goes with the story was done by
     Aogami over on Inkbunny. Sorry if it seems weird, it's been hard for
     me to post using phone.
     Picture found here: https://e621.net/post/show/1248786/2017-
     abdominal_bulge-anal-anal_penetration-animal_
A large, helmeted head rose into view. The massive beast, so similar to my
Trico but covered in armour,
lunged towards me without hesitation. I escaped it, barely, swinging to one
side before pulling myself
onto the ledge it had just vacated. I pelted across the dirty stone floor, but
with a single bat of his paw, the
creature sent me flying. I collided with a pile of broken masonry and crumpled
to the floor, winded. I
allowed myself a moment to collect my breath, but it was a moment too long.
Before I could get my feet under me, that same massive paw slammed into my
back, pinning me
to the ground. I felt myself pushed forward roughly, the heel of that paw
digging into the small of my
back even as it guided me away from the debris. My bare knees and elbows grazed
against the rough
stone beneath me; I dug my palms into the ground to stop my progress. I didn't
know why. Instinct simply
told me to fight against anything this creature wanted.
The paw slipped forward, dragging the back of my tunic with it. I felt the cool
air of the cavern
pass over my bare buttocks as the heel of that paw came to rest in the middle
of my back. I could see a
large, scaled toe, longer than my own forearm, inches away from my head. An
equally massive toe
pressed down across my shoulders, and I could feel a talon wrap around my chest
as the beast tightened
its grip.
I dug my knees and toes, elbows and fists, into the ground, and heaved up with
as much strength
as I could muster. All I achieved was digging them deeper into the rough stone,
though I did manage to
raise my rear end a little. I thought I felt the toe on my back give way just
slightly, so I braced myself to
try again.
Another paw appeared a couple of feet away, and I felt the beast above me shift
its weight. The
talons of that other paw curled into the dry earth between the stones. The paw
atop me made a similar
motion, gripping both the ground and my torso with increased vigour.
That was when I felt something bump softly into my hip. It was warmer than
these scaled paws
and I froze up in immediate confusion and fear. It felt vaguely damp. Was it
the other Trico's tongue? Did
it intend to swallow me up?
The warm thing jabbed forcefully into my buttock, then withdrew only to jab
forth again, this
time lower, more central, colliding so exactly with my hole that I almost
wondered if he was trying to get
it in there.
It didn't withdraw this time, the creature simply continued to push forward
with ever-increasing
force. Was it really trying to put that up my butt? It felt far too big!
I whipped my hips to the side, making use of the minimal movement I had been
allowed. I slipped free of
the proposed intruder, but I'd twisted my body towards the talon curled around
my chest, and the rapid
movement caused the beast to close its fist tighter around me. I felt the
remarkably sharp tip of that talon
dig into my skin painfully. Simultaneously, he pressed down harder, crushing
the wind out of me. It was
an effort just to breathe, for the amount of space my lungs were now allowed to
expand was barely
sufficient for my panicked, rapid breaths.
The warm thing returned, and I was undecided between bracing for whatever the
beast intended
in the hopes of better surviving it; and trying to break free a second time.
While I contemplated the talon
that had worked its way under my skin, I felt an immense pressure behind me. I
had remained too still for
too long. The creature was actually trying to get this thing inside me!
I didn't have the breath for it, but I cried out anyway, weakly calling for
Trico in the hopes that
he could save me. But he was no-where to be seen, and this Trico was only
applying more and more
pressure, until finally I felt a horrible, sick pop. I was painfully aware of
just how big this thing really was
now, as my asshole stretched wider than it ever should to accommodate it.
I clenched automatically, out of pure fear, muscles bearing down on the thick
shaft of flesh. This
was torture, I thought, or a strange new way of killing me. It was the only
conclusion that made sense. It
was so warm, I could feel my taut hole burning and I couldn't tell if it was
from the heat of the shaft or the
sheer pain of being stretched.
Tears welled up behind my eyes, more from fear than pain. I felt the creature's
weight shift
behind me, and he began to move, rocking back and forth subtly, rolling the
shaft up and down, side to
side, and he tried to work it further into me. The tip of it had been smooth,
and this was how I could tell
that he was making progress, for I felt something harder, lumps all around it
pressing against my straining
skin.
The beast pulled back, and I naïvely believed it to be done with me. However,
before the very tip
of the shaft could leave me, he thrust forward abruptly, shoving it as far in
as it had already gone and further. I yelped, the tears finally spilling over
my eyelids, as those hard lumps breached me too, long and
flat against the shaft. Another cry was dragged from my throat when the beast
withdrew again, and those
lumps flared open, sharp barbs scraping inside my ass. I felt a new kind of
heat, and I knew that they had
opened a dozen cuts inside me.
The creature continued to pull back until every barb had popped free painfully,
then shoved back
in, forcing more of them inside me every time. He sped up, creating a horrible
rhythm, thrusting inside me
like a piston. Every new inch of depth that he wrenched opened within me was
another inch of width my
burning anus had to stretch for. I realised with a sob that the tip was the
narrowest part of this fleshy
instrument of torture. It was like having my own thigh crammed into my ass, it
felt like it should have
been impossible.
As he thrust deeper and faster, I understood with disbelieving revulsion what
this other Trico was
doing to me. It was his cock that was threatening to tear my body in two from
the inside. The very
concept was alien to me, but I knew enough to understand that I was no longer a
virgin.
I wailed in agony, confusion, and fear, pounding my fist against the stone as
the beast pounded
my bleeding hole. It was getting easier for him, and while each new scrape of
the barbs against my
bowels tore cries of pain from my throat as they tore open a path for him to
rape, each thrust in felt just
that little bit smoother than the last.
With each new shove into my body, I felt my depths forced open anew as if this
was the first
time they'd been made to accommodate this massive intrusion; but they did so
with ease, with a slickness
that could only come from all the blood he was ripping out of me. Every
penetration slammed into
something deep and sensitive. On his way to punching my stomach with his cock,
he ground it past a spot
inside me that relished the attention, the white hot pressure against it.
I'd never felt anything like this before, and to discover this new and pleasant
sensation wrapped
up in all this pain only made the pain that much worse by comparison; and the
pleasure that much better
in kind. My own cock had begun to throb with a strange desire, calling out to
be touched. Not that I could
in my current position, with my chest crushed against the stone, shoulders
pinned into place. Would I, if I
could reach?
The beast rutted me harder, faster, the barbs raking open my guts in a way that
would have had
me screaming in agony if the returning thrust less than a second later didn't
hit so deep that it literally
knocked the air out of me every time. I felt so full, stretched so wide, I
thought I would split open. I'd
thought the tip had been the worst thing he could inflict upon my once-tight
hole, but this was ten times
worse! My whole body felt full to bursting, my guts with the impossibly huge
cock drilling into them, my
stomach with the sheer pressure of the thrusts behind it; and my lungs with
what little air I could get into
them before he thrust back in to empty them out again.
It took all of my concentration just to breathe. I tried to control my
desperate sobs, to take in
precious oxygen when my body was empty enough to, when that massive toe on my
back let up just
enough to inhale. Then the massive intrusion would return, sending burning,
tearing pain through my
asshole, and slamming into the bottom of my stomach with enough force to shove
the air out of my lungs.
That air came out with a cry of pain, a wracking sob, and occasionally an
outright scream.
Each thrust shoved my whole body forward just slightly, and I felt the talon
under my skin pull
against my movement, threatening to tear right out. Fortunately – and I paused
to consider the desperation
of my situation that I considered this fortunate – I was so tight that the
agonising withdrawal actually
pulled me right back to my original position.
The next thrust was particularly hard, especially forceful, and as the beast
tore me open one more
time, shoving me forth into his own talon, I felt my knees slip from under me
and my overfull midriff
slammed down into the rough stone. Both of us cried out in unexpected pain as
not just my weight, but
the added weight of my rapist's shaft, crushed my own erection against the
uneven floor. It even seemed
to hurt him, for my stomach was bulging with his cock so thoroughly that it,
too, felt the impact. I
screamed openly, wasting my one good lungful of air as sharp, jabbing pains ran
along my sensitive shaft.
Yet, in all this pain was a horrible, raw pleasure. My poor cock had never been
hard in my life and now,
for the first time, it was being pummelled through my straining stomach against
rocks by another cock
easily twenty times bigger than it.
That wasn't even the worst part. Each thrust in further crushed my tiny
erection, but it also
scraped me – and it – forth along the stone, before dragging it right back.
Combined with the near-
constant, growing jolts of pleasure from that horrible spot inside me, I was no
longer sure what I was
feeling. Both of my pleasure centres were being scraped utterly raw,
overstimulated beyond anything
enjoyable and yet, somehow, it felt kind of good. I was no longer sure which I
hated more – the pain of it all, or the pleasure.
I felt my arms twitch, automatically trying to reach back, to touch my
sensitive organ, even
though I hadn't thought to. It was as if touching it was an instinct deeper
than thought, one I couldn't quite
banish. I couldn't have touched myself if I'd wanted to. I felt my hips make
rolling, jerking motions,
movements I had no control over in direct response to those painful shocks of
pleasure inside me, the firm
scrape outside against such raw, untouched nerves.
The enormous creature was slamming as deep as he possibly could now. I could
feel his cock
straining against the bones inside my hips, scraping against them through the
relatively thin walls of flesh.
I felt ready to throw up, that massive tip had straightened out my guts and was
now, I was sure, poking
directly into squishier, less stretchy organs. When would this end? I just
wanted it to end.
My breath caught in my throat. With every new movement, I grew ever more
sensitive, both to
the pleasure and the pain of this impossible ordeal. My shaft throbbed, and
while I knew it was small
compared to the one currently ruining my guts, it felt huge compared to the
size of it that I was used to. It
felt like it was begging to be touched, and I reached back despite myself,
twisting and pulling the skin still
wrapped tightly around the talon in my side the way I was wrapped tightly
around Trico penis.
My hand fluttered at my own hips, feeling my stomach stretch out painfully to
accommodate the
enormous member, but I couldn't get it underneath myself. The beast was
pressing down too hard for that
now, pressing down directly into that spot inside that felt so good and it got
harder to think, harder to see,
my cock was harder too. It felt full to bursting, like I felt full to bursting,
and with each rough shove into
my depths, and with each agonising tear back out of me, I felt like I was going
to explode.
I writhed madly, no longer in control of my own body. This new feeling was in
control now, the
most pure enjoyable thing I had ever felt. Somehow, I was learning to enjoy it,
to savour it despite the
pain growing worse with every thrust. My hips rolled automatically, grinding
the spot inside me against
the sharp barbs that brought electric, agonising joy to it, and further
grinding my ever-swelling erection
between the rocks and my own bulging belly. I didn't understand what I wanted,
I wanted this feeling to
carry on, but I so desperately wanted it all to stop, too.
And then I did explode, pleasure building upon pleasure, rolling over in my
nerves again and again like a
thunderstorm. I tried to cry out and gasp in at the same time as every muscle
in my body gave over to it,
twitching and tensing. I could feel my ass rhythmically clench around the
still-thrusting shaft inside of it,
my cock twitching madly too. For a few delightful seconds, I felt the single
most incredible sensation I
had ever experienced, wrapped up in an agony so familiar by now that it had
almost become part of the
pleasure.
But the rolls of pleasure subsided, and I realised I'd been holding my breath.
The pain returned,
worse than ever, everything was so much more sensitive now, but none of it in a
good way. I sucked in air
desperately, but it was shoved out of me before I could get any real use out of
it. The beast was thrusting
faster and harder than ever, would it ever stop? My belly felt wet, my still-
twitching cock no longer a
stick of joy but of pure agony as ever nerve that once felt good now screamed
to be left alone, untouched.
I was slammed harder and harder against my own sore shaft, my insides felt like
they were on fire as that
button of pleasure briefly seemed to vanish altogether in the agony of it all.
The creature was putting more force into each successive thrust than the last.
Just when I think
he's given everything he has to give, he gives more. Just when I think I've
experienced the worst pain I
possibly can, it hurts worse. Just when I think my poor ass can't possibly be
stretched any wider than the
enormous O it currently is, wider than my own thigh, I feel it strain around
another agonising inch of that
thick, firm flesh. Every thrust tested the very limits of my body, as if he was
trying to force my bones to
stretch the way he had so far forced skin and muscle to. My pelvis was an
obstacle that he was evidently
determined to pass, but despite all the pain, the only thing I could focus on
was inhaling during the brief
half-second I was allowed to before another violent shove forcibly emptied my
lungs.
The paw around me curled tighter, the talon in my flesh digging deeper,
splitting open muscle. I
would have screamed if I had any left in me. Instead, a dry, defeated squeak
left my throat. The toe
previously next to the arm not still pinned to my side pressed onto it,
impressing the ground below and the
scales above into my skin. It was the least of my worries.
The most of my worries was currently jabbing into my body like a battering ram,
and worse still,
the beast shifted his weight forward, onto the paw holding me down. I felt my
bones pressing into the
stone now, not just flesh, my nipples scraping against the rocks through my
thin cotton tunic that may as
well not be there at all. My ribs crunched painfully into the ground and I had
to lift my head high to force
even the smallest amount of air into my screaming lungs. I could feel my bones
creaking around the massive intrusion trapped between them. I could feel
with horrifying detail the way the spines felt when they were crammed as far as
they could go between
bone and flesh. It was as if they were digging directly into my nerves, and it
all but distracted from the
agony my poor, half-hard cock was still suffering under this onslaught.
Inevitably, my rapist made progress, and though my pelvis gave a final creak of
defiance, he
broke through. It was slow, at first, straining bones apart, splitting open a
small fracture, tearing my
asshole so much wider that it should ever go, until finally he drew back so far
that his tip nearly slipped
out of my ruined hole and slammed forth with enough force that his other
forepaw slipped out from
underneath him for a moment. The one above me pressed down, crushing me into
the ground under what
must have been most of the beast's weight. And his cock lurched forward,
breaking open my pelvis at the
bottom. It wasn't a neat snap, I felt it tear the way he had torn so much else
of me today. The bones
yawned wide apart like a pair of shackles unlocked.
He plunged on without cornern, wedging open my sore, over-stretched hole wider,
and wider,
and wider. I felt his enormous shaft stretch me ever deeper, my bowels pulled
agonisingly taut around the
spines as the creature violated virgin territory. I felt a sick pop like rubber
finally snapping as he tore out
of my guts and into the rest of my body, shoving his cock into me so completely
that I felt my entire body
bulge with it. I felt it move into my chest as my legs were forced to spread
impossibly wide just to
accommodate the ever-widening shaft.
Finally, finally, I felt wiry fur press against my bottom, and something large,
warm and round
squish against my splayed thighs. I could feel the tip bulging at the bottom of
my throat, cutting off my air
completely even as the entire lower half of my torso bulged out in every
possible direction at once.
My cock was pressed so firmly between the other Trico's own and the ground that
I felt it must
surely be completely flat, yet it was once again swelling painfully wide. That
spot of pleasure deep inside
– or where I had originally thought of as deep, but relatively speaking was now
incredibly shallow – was
under so much pressure that, despite the beast's incredibly slow penetration,
it was constantly screaming
with agonising, electric pleasure.
The beast pulled out, and I gasped for air as it freed up my lungs, then gasped
in pain as those
barbs flared out and scraped directly against my soft organs. Raw, unimaginable
pain flowed through my
entire body even as the movement brought new heights of pleasure that I had
never thought possible.
He barely pulled half-way out, stopping before the tip had even cleared that
spot of raw nerves,
before shoving back in. I felt a disgusting slosh as my insides were forcefully
rearranged to accommodate
him at such a speed, and then the cock slammed into my lungs, pushing all the
air out of them in one
immense huff. A great cloud of dust puffed up before my face, and some of it
clung to the tears still
flowing freely down my cheeks.
I was done screaming. There was no sound that could accurately express the pure
agony, the raw
pleasure, the absolute feeling of violation and fullness, that I simply gave up
trying. Every mote of energy
I had left went into breathing. Fortunately – and I once again mentally paused
to consider the fact that this
was what I now considered fortunate – the creature's thrusts were now longer
and slower, so I could get a
good lungful of air before it was slammed out of me, disturbing more dust.
I simply lay stiffly on the floor, breathing when I could, and crying silently,
steadily, as literally
my entire body was raped, from ass to throat.
With every full, deep penetration, I felt his massive, furry balls connect with
my splayed thighs.
My own modest sack frequently became trapped in the warm, fleshy place between
the base of his sheath
and the top of those heavy orbs. The way the heat and softness of them shifted
during those brief
moments of contact added a new dimension to my unwanted stimulation. Even so,
it paled in comparison
to the feeling of the shaft itself crushing both my erection, and that horribly
sensitive cluster of nerves
inside my now thoroughly ruined bowels.
Each time he withdrew, the barbs raked everything backwards and I felt like I
was being pulled
inside-out, only to be plowed forwards and stopped short by the digits above
me. That single talon in my
side was digging ever deeper as the beast's paw curled and uncurled in obvious
delight. Every time that
huge, spiny head scraped past my lungs, forcibly deflating them, the air
crushed out escaped with a
bizarre, throaty noise somewhere between a moan and a scream.
I could feel my rapist's thrusts grow more erratic and enthusiastic. He sped
up, slamming into my
broken hips like a jackhammer, sending new shocks of agony up my spine and down
my legs. I barely
had time to breathe before my lungs were crushed again – and sometimes he
didn't even withdraw far
enough for them to expand. But expand he did, his shaft was getting noticeably
wider with each thrust.
Other times, he pulled back so far, I thought he was going to slip out, and
despite how impossibly wide my poor hole had been torn, I still felt it
contract down around the narrower tip.
I could also feel my own pleasure mounting, the unpredictable onslaught to my
senses growing
more enjoyable despite all the pain. Possibly, I considered, because of it.
Those irresistible, raw sparks
began to shoot through me again, making everything more sensitive, creating
more sparks. Despite
myself, I actually groaned in pleasure as my squashed cock and shredded ass
seemed to both light up with
excitement at once. But, in spite of the intense stimulation I had endured, it
was the relatively gentle
jostling of my balls that finally pushed me right into the depths of true
pleasure.
Waves crashed over me in such rapid succession that I couldn't recover from one
before the next
one hit. I felt my whole body convulse, and with such a large stiff rod inside
it, I felt that I understood the
depths of these convulsions for the first time. I clenched down hard as the
barbs scraped back, and I
managed to scream, despite there being no air in my lungs for it, as my
scratched and probably bruised
erection began to throb and pulse rhythmically in time to the waves of
pleasure.
Maybe it was that clenching that finally did it, but my rapist had finally hit
his limit, too. He
crammed himself into me with such force that I even felt his fuzzy sheath press
against the sensitive inner
flesh of my stretched hole, the head of his much thicker shaft struggling to
fit inside my narrow throat. I
felt myself gag as he pulled back by just a few inches, before he slammed in
again and a part of that
sheath rolled back, freeing just that little bit more of the massive cock to
force into me. My own
convulsing balls were smothered by his, which I distinctly felt draw up tight
before pulsing massively.
The shaft inside me pulsed in turn, and the beast began to grind, thrusting by
inches instead of feet, rolling
his hips. These bizarre movements only served to prolong my own waves of
pleasure. Every time I
thought it should stop, the creature dragged his barbs back over the nerves
inside me and drew out just
one more twitch of joy.
He trilled low and loud, and then I felt another kind of wave, as the first
pulse in his cock
pumped out a massive glob of something thick and slimy. I could feel it, I
could taste it, he'd deposited it
directly into my convulsing throat. I gagged again from the texture of it, and
he drew back. By instinct, I
swallowed, but I'm not sure what good that did. His enormous head merely pushed
it right back into my
throat again, and another enormous throb preceded an even more enormous glob of
the stuff. I coughed,
and felt some spurt out of my mouth. An awful burning sensation in my nose told
me that it had even
gotten in there. This continued, each load bigger than the last, flooding first
my throat and mouth, and
then backflowing into my open, ragged body cavity as he drew back with more
enthusiasm. My own
waves of agonising pleasure were finally subsiding, but the creature's weren't.
The longer these spurts went on, the more he returned to his normal thrusting
rhythm, pulling out
and slamming in. I couldn't inhale for all the goo he was still depositing into
my throat from behind, and
on the rare occasions I actually managed to clear my airway, his enormous shaft
was crushing my lungs.
Pain and pleasure blurred together into white noise behind the increasing
screaming, burning,
desperation to get some air into my lungs. I did, occasionally, a breath every
fifth thrust or so, but those
thrusts were longer and harder and so much faster now, and my muscles were so
tired. Every part of me
felt exhausted, the muscles in my destroyed asshole wouldn't even twitch
properly any more.
I relaxed, becoming a limp, wet sack of flesh. The slime the beast had
deposited made it so much
easier for him to rape me now, he thrust with incredible speed. I could feel
the spines dragging more and
more of it out of me each time he withdrew. Well, they were dragging something
out of me. Who knew
what it actually was any more, my insides weren't exactly in an immaculate
state.
My world began to go black, vision blurring. My eyes were so exhausted, and
stinging from all
the dust I'd kicked up, that I let them close. I felt, with a new intensity,
the weight of that cock on my
lungs, on my own half-hard shaft. I felt the skin of my body stretch in every
possible direction at once
each time he stuffed me full, and I felt familiar pain burn through me each
time he practically turned me
inside-out as he withdrew. I felt my lungs constantly crying out for air, and I
felt that talon in my chest
dig in, twist, press, and release. I felt the toe on my shoulders press down,
felt the tendons in it tighten as
it curled. I felt the stone beneath me scrape my skin through my now-shredded
tunic. I felt dust under my
fingernails.
But all of that was so distant. With each thrust, it got further and further
away. I became aware,
briefly, of my body in a wholly disconnected way. I lost awareness of it all,
bit by bit, as I lost connection
with the world.
My last thought was of the sheer size of the shaft still thrusting in my now-
lifeless body.
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