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The Black Colt

July 2024 Flavor of the Month: Snake-Head Whisky

The shadows cast by the morning sun striking the tops of the plateaus were like the yawning wakes of tombstones over the rust colored sand and skittish plant life. There was no sound besides the errand whistle of wind as it carved the waterless islands littered across the landscape. In the last gasping shadows of night there was a gentle stillness that took the land, and only one thing disturbed the sand. A rhythmic thrum of hooves. Along the horizon a dust cloud had been kicked up. From the bird’s eye one could see a man atop a black horse, the dust being kicked up like a thread of fear being ripped from the fabric of the sands, tearing the landscape with a dusty blanket that hovered just too long. As thought the dirt was afraid to land back down where that rider had tread.

A town in the distance was right in line with the rider’s path and there was no stopping him. The sun broke over the horizon and bathed the world in light just as the rider reached the town sign. Tombstone was the name of the town and the rider trotted under the sign just as the night ended and dawn broke over the horizon. Like some creature confidently escaping the night the rider rode down the main strip. Plenty of activity had already started, wanting to get things done before the sun scorched away any ambition.

Anyone on the strip could see that rider, his dark eyes shaded by his dusty hat, his bandana faded from the sun had tainted into a blood-clot red. His poncho was more like a coat, the coat tails fluttering behind his horse like reaper’s cloth. His vest clung to his chest and was pushed out by his gut, the dark fabric splotched with burn marks and stains. The bandolier he had was missing several bullets, and his holsters were filled with a duo of black revolvers. His chaps matched his spurs. Old, worn, and touched by an age gone by. A stillness filled main street as he clopped his way forward, his horse nickering and tossing its mane as if to dare anyone to approach.

“Calm down girl,” the rider spoke, his voice deep and gruff from years out in the desert. “We’ll get you something to drink and eat here soon.”

The horse huffed, careening to the side and ignoring its rider’s commands.

“Fine. You’re as stubborn as a mule you old girl. Food and water first. I’ll set you up nice.”

The horse guided them to the nearest watering hole, a trough set up for horses outside a large general store. The rider dismounted, his spurs rattling as he swaggered up to the dusty mouse boy tending the front.

“You, boy,” the rider flicked him a coin, the metal glinting in the morning sun before the lad caught it. “Water and feed for the horse. I got business next door.”

“I…” the mouse fumbled with the coin before catching it and his eyes going wide. “Right away sir, but you shouldn’t leave your ride alone. I can’t keep her safe ya know.”

“Huf,” the old man tipped his hat. “If she wanted to go with another rider she would have by now son. Trust me, any who try to rider ‘sides me won’t see another dawn.”

“She a wily one?” The mouse boy looked up at the majestic horse before him, her coat like silk and her mane whipped by the wind.

“Only if you try to ride her,” the rider went over to one of the saddle bags and pulled out a handkerchief that was stained red on one side. “If anything, she’ll keep you safe. Just like me, she’s got a soft spot for kids.”

The horse huffed before leaning down to drink from the trough.

“Now I got business next door. Treat her right.”

“Aint you gunna tie her up?” The mouse asked, his head cocked, his hat almost falling off and exposing his gray ears.

“Nah, she’ll behave as long as there’s food and water. Now get to it.”

The man turned and swaggered off to the building next door. He walked up the steps, the floorboards greeting him with their usual squeaks and groans. He stood outside the door, the closed sign baring his path. Just as his shadow darkened the doorway though, a paw came to the sign and flipped it over to open, the door unlocking for him.

“Ray, how on earth do you always get here so early?” The coyote opening the door looked more like he should be at a bank counting coins than a bounty office, but then again, it was the bank that was funding them here. He had a green visor, his green and white striped vest went well with his tanned pants. His hair was almost all gray, a few wisps of strawberry hidden in the aging coyote’s mane.

“Nice to see you too Red,” Ray smiled and pulled his hat off, his salt and pepper hair finally revealed. Ray was a badger, his hair long and weathered from the sun and wind, his smile broad and predatory, and a gold tooth gleaming on his smile.

“Ho, boy,” the old coyote scratched his head with his visor. “No one calls me Red anymore except the misses.”

“Like you ever touched pussy in your life,” Ray strode into the office, the dark wood a nice contrast to the sun-bleached grays and whites outside. “I got my bounty.”

“What, is he waiting outside?”

“The bounty said dead or alive,” Ray smirked, holding up the handkerchief.

“Oh my,” Red sighed and took the fabric and going back behind the counter. “This all that’s left of him? It’ll be difficult to get proper identification—”

“I think it’ll be sufficient for the reward.”

Red looked up at his old friend and unwrapped the fabric to reveal what he knew was going to be inside. A strip of flesh that had been skinned off the badger’s most recent kill. It had black fur, silky and smooth and an opening right in the middle. Then a large scar ran down it like a lightning bolt.

“I really shouldn’t be squeamish about your exploits anymore Ray,” the coyote sighed and pulled up the wanted poster of a black bear. On the left side of his face was a dead eye and a scar that matched the skin exactly. “Prettier than the picture. Did he put up much of a fight?”

“Do any of them?” Ray chuckled darkly.

“Are you ever going to tell me what you do with the bodies? You know you can tell me.”

“Red, you know you ain’t supos’ to ask,” Ray smirked. “How are the kids doin’?”

“They’re growing up just fine. Colt has a nice ranch set up out Cali way.”

“Glad you’re keeping them nice and looked after.”

“How could I not when their father is the meanest bastard this side of the Mississippi,” Red chuckled.

“Why aint I the meanest one in the whole country?” Ray smirked.

“Come now. Ray Coulter might be the most infamous bounty hunter in the west, but you ain’t whipping slaves.”

“Who’s to say I ain’t?” The badger leaned forward, his face dark with an evil gleam. “Who’s to say I ain’t the worst thing alive.”

“I know what everyone else says about you Ray, but you can’t scare me,” the coyote shrugged. “We’ve known each other since we was kids. Not like you’re going to pull one over on me now.”

“One of these days Red, I’ll make you regret being so chummy with me, I bet.” Ray smirked.

“The fact you still call me Red is enough to tell me what you really think.”

“Well, Lawrence, maybe things is about to change in this here town and you might not be so safe.”

“When you get to be my age you don’t really give much of a rat’s ass what way the wind blows so long as my kids are well taken care of.”

“That’s a good answer,” Ray smirked. “Man, if you were twenty years younger, I’d plow you into the dirt hoping to give you more of my pups.”

“Too bad the misses isn’t up to it anymore. I’d love to be a dad again.” Lawrence was completely unphased by the badger’s remarks. “So, for payment, would you like it deposited in the usual account?”

“You’re in charge of my money, Red. You just make sure I have access to it.”

“You’re going to have to find someone else soon to take care of your affairs,” Lawrence shrugged and winced, his shoulder cracking. “These old bones still got some years in um, but you’re kidding yourself if you think I’m going to be around as long as you.”

“A little birdy told me you got something nice for me,” Ray changed the subject. “Did we finally get the kind of bounty I’ve been looking for?”

“You heard right,” Lawrence signed before wrapping up the face clipping and pulling out a wanted poster. On it was the scarred up face of a drake. “Wanted dead or alive, but the reward is doubled if you bring him back alive.”

Ray looked over the poster and grinned, a dark hungry smile that only grew wider as his thumb brushed over the ink that penned that face.

“He’s perfect,” the badger growled. “The name’s Jesse?”

“A man could retire off the bounty if you were to bring him back alive.”

“He’s worth more to me dead,” the badger took one of the wanted posters and folded it up. “Any leads on where he might be?”

“Word is he’s shacked up with Rattlesnake Jake,” the coyote shrugged. “The Snake’s crew has him more locked down tighter than a high wire.”

“My balance is pretty good,” Ray nodded to the coyote and made his way out.

“Ray, keep in mind what I said. You’ll need a new accountant before you know it. The years are getting shorter every day.”

Ray responded by letting the bell ring on his way out. The badger swaggered over to his horse where the little mouse was feeding her.

“Come on girl, we got to get going soon. Once word hits the wind of this little bounty, something tells me the Snake isn’t going to keep ol’ Jesse alive for long.”

“She’s a good eater Sir,” the boy smiled a toothy grin, one of his buck teeth still coming in.

“That’s ‘cuz she knows she needs to get it in when she can. Come on girl let’s go!”

In response she nicked and flicked her tail over to smack the hat off the badger, revealing his face.

The mouse froze.

“What’s wrong boy?” Ray smirked darkly as he picked up his hat and put it back on.

“I…you’re…”

“That’s right, and if you don’t got no bounty there ain’t nothin’ for you to worry about.”

“I…” the mouse squeaked out, his throat holding back a scream as a dark spot formed on his pants.

“Come now boy, your mama ain’t going to appreciate you soilin’ your trousers.”

“MOMMY!!!” The mouse screamed, tears breaking over his cheeks and making streaks in the dirt.

“Tom!” A female mouse came running out of the front and grabbed the little mouse boy. “What’s wrong baby?”

“It’s the Black Colt!”

The woman froze and turned to see the man at their front stoop. Her eyes went wide and scooped up her son. The badger simply smiled and pulled one of his revolvers.

BANG!

The woman screamed, but froze in her tracks. She looked over her son, then herself, but her eyes landed on the wall just a single pace in front of her. A bullet hole broke the wall to reveal freshly chipped wood.

“Don’t you be moving another step,” Ray smirked, his gun smoking. “That be what we in the business call a ‘warning shot.’ So, do me a favor and keep your screaming to a minimum. I need some supplies. You’re the general store manager, right?”

The woman was frozen in fear, unmoving, her jaw quivering as she clutched her sobbing son.

“Speak,” Ray cocked his gun. The threat very clear.

“Yes,” the woman breathed out.

“Good, cuz I’m going to need some supplies. The usual things. Provisions, bullets, whatever I’d need for the next few days.”

“We…”

“You got provisions, don’t cha?”

“Of course,” the woman nodded.

“Then get me whatever this’ll fetch,” he tossed a coin sack at them, the woman flinching and the boy screaming. “And it better be gathered before Nightshade finishes her feed. She’s a fast eater.”

The woman took her son back into the store and Ray leaned on his horse and sighed.

“Some people believe far too much of the stories, don’t they.”

Nightshade just kept munching on her feed.

“Did you knock my hat off on purpose?”

She responded by whipping her tail and Ray secured it with his hand.

“You cocky girl,” Ray rumbled.

It didn’t take long for their provisions to come back and for the Badger to set off. The store was the talk of the town, the bullet being pried away and the believers searching it for magic. It was just like any other bullet, and the water his horse drank from wasn’t soiled with bile or disease. The ground he walked wasn’t defiled or salted, but suffice to say, the town’s people smudged the area as best they could. Ray didn’t come into town very often, but often enough for people to know where the famous bounty hunter came to collect his bounties.

People say he has the eyes of an eagle and the strength of a bull. They say he can sniff you out like a wolf. They even say he’s over a hundred years old and sold his soul to be young and powerful forever. All the stories held a grain of truth, but no one knew if they were really true, but every once in a while Red would get drunk at the tavern and tell the ol’ story about how his friend from childhood grew up to be the meanest, roughest, toughest bounty hunter to have ever live. Even Ol’ Red didn’t know everything about the bounty hunter, but he knew enough not to ask directly.

Some say that if you find out how he got his powers, you become like him, or that he found the fountain of youth but it came with a dark consequence. Either way, Ray would never tell.

The only people that knew, he dealt with, and he was going to make sure Jesse knew, and the whole Rattle Snake gang if it came down to it.

It would normally take a seasoned bounty hunter several days to track down Rattle Snake Jake’s hideout, but Ray had scored a bounty on one of his men some time back and saved the location of their hideout for a rainy day. He reached the gorge by sundown and waited for the glow of lanterns and campfires to guide him from there. He left Nightshade atop the gorge in exchange for stealth, making his way through the dark as he usually did.

Ray was so ready for his next bounty he could almost taste it.

***

“Quit your belly-achin’!” Jake waived off the dragon’s concerns. “I ain’t going to sour a deal and my name for a little extra coin.”

“You better not,” Jesse snarled as he looked at his wanted poster that Jake handed him. “I’m paying you a lot of money for your protection.”

Jake was an anthro snake, just as his name implied. His ancestors descended from rattlesnakes and Jake was the culmination of evolutionary advancements. He looked almost like a thin alligator, but his skin was tan and sandy, twisting patters designed to get lost in the desert climate. He wore a poncho and a black cowboy hat with his snake skin boots. His tail was long, the end thick with its rattle.

Jesse was a green drake, his maw a mix of scars and scrapes, his horns onyx with a green sheen. His eyes were jaundice yellow and he was built like a tank. The man was easily seven feet tall, stacked with muscles on muscles. He was currently relaxing by the fire, tending his most recent wounds. He had bandages around his chest from an altercation with his previous gang that tried to turn him over for the reward money. He was wearing only his dusty slacks.

They were currently in a large alcove inside the canyon off the gorge. Jake stood against the wall while Jesse sat by the fire.

“My word is law around these parts,” Jake hissed, his tail rattling as he whittled a piece of wood with a hunting knife. “No one is dumb enough to fuck with me, even for a bounty as high as yours. The fuck did you do anyway?”

“I’d rather not say,” Jesse huffed.

“If you want my protection, you’ll tell me.” Jake smirked, flicking his wrist and sending a wood shaving crackling into the flames.

“I fucked some big wig’s daughter and got her pregnant, what of it.”

“I heard you raped her,” Jake smirked and flicked another shaving.

“What if I did? Does that change things?”

“She’s barely fourteen,” Jake flicked another wood chip.

“She asked for it,” Jesse huffed.

“You’re lucky I agreed to help you before I caught wind of your deed,” Jake lifted up a little wooden dragon. “Cuz had I of known, I’d have skinned you and made a new pair of boots.”

He tossed the wood figurine into the flames.

“It still would have been a mercy from what he would do to me.” Jesse winced as he adjusted.

“I fucking bet. You’ll be protected, but don’t be expecting any special treatment.” Jake put his knife away. “I’m a man of my word. It’s on me for not knowin’ more.”

Just then a large crack echoed off the canyon’s walls.

“Was that gun fire?” Jesse lifted his head, the worry apparent on his breath.

“It better be an intruder or I’ll tan the hide of anyone giving away our—”

Another large crack followed by several smaller ones echoed off the walls.

“Shit,” Jake hissed, his tail rattling as he went to the mouth of the alcove. Several lights flashed off where bullets were flying, and he swore he saw the shadow of a maw in the light of those gun flairs. “What in sam hell is going on.”

Screams and shouts could be heard and sickening gargling. He looked down at the wall they had set up across the canyon, the mouth of the gorge just on the other side echoed off screams and shouts. Jake’s gang of men screaming and shouting orders as chaos ensued.

“Jake!” A coyote came running up the slope to their boss, his arm limp and bleeding. “It’s him. It’s the—”

A loud crack filled the air as his skull popped open, gray matter spilling on Jake’s boots.

“Well aint that a crying shame,” the man came out of the shadows, the badger’s face slowly coming into view as he approached. “Though, I do like to make my own introductions.”

“Son of a bitch,” Jake pulled his guns out. “Not another step.”

Of course the man stopped, but the silvery gleam of a dark grin still glinted in the moonlight.

“The name is Ray Coulter,” Ray smirked.

“I know who you are,” Jake hissed.

“You’re down ten men Jake,” the badger remarked. They had to be twenty paces apart and yet the snake could hear him clear as day. “You like them so much you want to follow them to the grave? Some call that loyalty.” The badger cocked his guns. “I call it stupid.”

“I suggest you turn right around and go back the way you came,” Jake rattled, but as soon as he did a loud bang filled the air, his rattle shattering.

“Fuck!” Jake cursed before firing off several rounds, the man practically dancing around, zig-zaging like some demented dancer that was getting closer.

Then Jake ran out of bullets.

“Fuck me,” he hissed before snagging bullets from his bandolier.

“You’re a good man Jake,” the badger growled. The snake was suddenly in the shadow of the man. He could feel the cold, the death that clung to him like a suffocating miasma. Then Jake felt the sting of hot steel, the barrel of that gun hot from shooting off. “You’re not my bounty today Jake. Let me collect so you and what’s left of your men can live to raid another day.”

“You know I can’t—”

BANG!

Jake’s head exploded before his body went limp.

“Shame,” Ray gripped the snake’s shirt, using it to clean off the barrel of his gun before tossing his body to the side. “He would have been a good partner if he weren’t so stupid.”

“What the hell are you?” Jesse was trying to shrink away, but being such a large drake made that hard.

Ray turned to the drake, his dark eyes gleaming like a beasts in the dark.

“Come on Jesse. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Holy shit, you’re…you’re…”

“The Black Colt?” Ray chuckled. “A lazy nickname if I e’er heard one.” Ray lifted his guns. “Do these look black to you?”

“Please…I’ll pay you. I’ll pay you whatever you want.”

“You’ll pay,” Ray smirked, cocking his guns. “Now, you can either come with me quietly, or I can drag you by your feet behind my horse. What do you prefer?”

Jesse was frozen to the spot. Ray rolled his eyes and shot, the bullet flying off the wall behind the drake. He jumped forward, stumbling as he thought he was going to die.

“Good, you came to your senses. Next one won’t miss. Now, let’s get a move on.” Ray put one of the guns away and tossed a rope to the drake. “Tie your hands together, and do it right.”

The drake did as he was told and tossed the rope back to the badger. He picked it up and turned to see several men standing there, frozen. Ray simply walked forward, the men parting as he took his bounty out of the camp.

***

It was a slow walk, but by the time the sun broke over the horizon, they made it to Ray’s little shack. It was a simple home. Kitchen, den, and bedroom with a stable for Nightshade. As soon as they got there, Ray jumped the drake, pinning him down and hog tying him. The drake didn’t put up much of a fight being exhausted.

“There ya go,” Ray smirked, the big drake had his dirty feet and hands tied together behind his back.

“Wh-What are you going to do to me?” Jesse huffed on the rug, a bit of dust flying up.

“What do you think?”

“There…there are so many stories,” Jesse was shaking, his eyes welling up with tears. “Please, don’t torture me.”

“It’ll be torture if you let it be torture,” Ray said hanging up his poncho. “But I’m sure you haven’t heard anything that’s true. Let’s hear um, the big bad Black Colt badger. Spill it.”

“I…they say you sold your soul. Are you going to sacrifice me to some pagan god or something?”

“People are getting creative, but the more creative they get, the further they get from the truth.” Cold smirked. “Anything else?”

“They say you berry your bounties alive, or have your hose tear them apart.”

“Not quite clever,” Ray smirked, unbuttoning his vest and shirt, his chaps falling off.

“Please just tell me what you’re going to do to me…please…”

“Now where would the fun be in that,” Ray smirked.

The drake just sniffed, his eyes dribbling with tears. Ray rolled his eyes, taking his boots off, the badger’s thick paws released after being trapped for so long. The badger swaggered over and pressed his foot paw on the drake’s face, the foot funk mixed with the leather sent of those boots.

“Any more guesses?” Ray smirked. “Well, you weren’t too far off with your first guess, though I didn’t sell my soul. I’ve simply been blessed by a pagan goddess, and am being told to enact vengeance on her behalf. In exchange, I’m given these powers.”

“Shit…really?”

“No,” Ray chuckled, pressing his foot against the drake’s harder. “You people will believe anything.” Ray only had his pants on, the daddy badger a specimen to behold. That poncho made him look intimidating, but he wasn’t any less so without it on. He was a stacked beast, his powerful shoulders and definition shaved a few years off what anyone would have guessed, but his muscle gut was on full display, his pecs two nice pillows atop that round ball of power. His thick cheeks and powerful thighs made his stance wide, his calves and feet were a sight to behold as well.

And the tent in his pants wasn’t anything to scoff about either. His powerful salami was pulsing and leaking through his pants.

“You…You rape your bounties?”

“Not all of them,” Ray smirked. “But you might make that cut. I know what that poster says you did. Now, tell me if it’s true, and if you lie, I can make this experience much worse for you.”

“She came onto me!” The dragon started to panic, squirming, his own powerful body trying to get free from his restraints, but that rope wasn’t letting go. “She smiled at me, she gave me little love notes! She’s a fucking whore so I treated her like one!”

Ray silenced the drake by grinding his heel into his face.

“She was a kid,” Ray rumbled. “So let me be frank.” Ray pulled a bone saw out, the metal rusted from use. “This is going to hurt.”

The look of fear on Jesse’s face was delicious.

***

Jesse hung from the rafters, his wrists and ankles still hogtied. It was almost comical with how large he was. He was like some massive BDSM wrecking ball, only he was going to get wrecked.

He hung there, quietly sobbing, blood dried on his now hornless head. Ray deposited his proof of death in a satchel, the bag drinking the blood and growing dark. The badger grabbed a clean knife and came over to the large drake.

“Please, I’ll do anything. Just stop…”

“Shhhh,” Ray put the blade to Jesse’s lips. “We ain’t done with you yet.” Went behind, lifted the knife up to where the drake was hog tied and sliced a singular piece of the rope. Jesse screamed as his feet came down to the floor.

“Do you want to know what I do with my bounties?” Ray started, and Jesse just stifled a frightened sob. “I take from them their skills, their abilities, their time on this earth. Everything you are and ever could be.”

“So…you’re going to do some dark magic thing?”

“It’s so much simpler,” Ray smiled as he gripped the drake by his tied together legs, those feet dirty and sweaty. “It’ll become very clear soon.” He smirked and leaned in, lapping his tongue over those soles, tasting the grit and sweat. “Fuck…”

“Shit! You’re a freak!”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Ray murred, as he licked over the other sole, the flavor filling his maw and making his tongue tingle. He could taste so much there, so much potential. It would be his, but he would savor it. He flicked his tongue over those digits, his tongue weaving between them, those perfect feet from a life of high society. He pulled them up, his tongue lulling over them as his drool dripped between them as he suckled on them.

“Please, stop this! Just kill me,” Jesse continued.

“Oh, I intend to,” Ray rumbled as he opened his maw and sucked more of those toes into his maw. He couldn’t hold back much longer. His heart was pounding. The legendary vitality of dragons? It was too sweet not to just…

Ray’s mouth watered as he sucked forward, those feet both popping into his maw.

“Holy shit! How are you…” Jesse was caught off guard as he felt his feet press together before slipping down into a warm, slick hole. “What the fuck?”

Jesse tried to turn his head to see, but his shoulders kept his head pinned as he felt his feet slip down further into that maw, his calves coming up. At first he thought it was just some really impressive sucking skills, but then he kept slipping down further.

Ray’s jaw unhinged like a snake’s as he gulped down harder, thick swallowing could be heard as he continued to suck the dragon down, the dragon starting to catch on. His eyes went wide as he could look down and see his feet pushing an outline in Ray’s throat.

“What the fuck!” Jesse thrashed, his arms cramping from the exertion. Ray simply smiled, letting gravity help him as he slowly got further under that drake, those powerful teardrop thighs sinking into his muzzle and slipping down further and further. Then Ray felt his bulge sliding over his tongue, the drake’s fully hard shaft throbbing against his tongue. Ray would have chuckled if he could, instead, his tongue lulled over those balls trapped in their cloth prison, that boner sinking into his maw as his muzzle pressed up between those ass cheeks before swallowing them down too.

It was getting faster as more and more of him was sinking into Ray, the badger relentless in his hunger. He gulped, slurped, and sucked down those ass cheeks, the snatched waist of that dragon making it easy for him to savor the flavor of those abs as they slinked down into him. Jesse was trying to pull himself up and away from his sinking doom, but he felt his feet hit bottom, thinking he would stop…but that thick badger gut was clearly a keg for a reason. He realized this wasn’t the first time Ray had done this as his foot paws started to push against his belly button from the inside.

Ray’s tongue felt much larger than it should be as it slithered and lashed from one side of Jesse’s chest to the next, flicking over nips as he was gulped down further and further. You would think it would slow down as he got to his shoulders, but it only got faster, slicking down that bulging throat as he slipped further and further from this world to his demise. His head was pinned up as the light started to fade, the tunnel slurping and sucking him up until only his hands were outside of that badger’s maw. The badger stood up on his toes, his maw going up to those hands as they thrashed and tried to get away, only for him to bite down, severing the last lifeline he had and releasing his hands to fall down into that badger’s gut.

Jesse was screaming in that gut. It was dark, and he could see some light from what made its way through the badger’s thick hide, but he couldn’t help but struggle and try to claw, but that stomach lining was like rubber steal. It wouldn’t scratch, but his nails broke off…no…they melted off.

Ray gave a deep groan as he rubbed over his belly, the taught bulge almost as large as he was.

“That’s right, struggle, fight for a freedom you’ll never have. Surrender to me.” Ray’s words echoed deep into his gullet where the struggling and shouting drake tried to get his way out, but those struggles became less and less, his form becoming more round. A single hand pressed against that belly and Ray simply pressed it back down into the soup that was quickly forming.

“Fuck…you feel so good…and…yes…yes I can feel it. It’s starting.” Ray could feel his heart race as his belly broke down that dragon meal. Green energy surged through his veins, coursing through his body as the badger groaned.

The salt and pepper of his hair melted away into thick black locks, his beard becoming less scraggly and luscious. His chest fur did the same, any silver hair going back to its original back and white patters.

“Yes! Yes! Make me young again!” Ray growled, his stomach gargling before he let out a loud belch. That burp knocking something loose as his spine elongated, his body inching upwards, his foot claws getting longer, his feet sliding across the floor further as his pants tore and ripped. His muscle gut, though full of sloshing power, crunched, showing a powerful wall of abs and thunderous obliques. His arms pushed up, his hands becoming thicker, his claws more vicious. His jaw cracked and became more angled, his jaw becoming squarer as his shoulders broadened. Powerful peaks formed on his biceps and his pecks pushed out over that thick gut as his back shredded into living granite.

Then his pants tore, his two foot long cock pushing forward, rock hard and digging into his powerful gut. Ray gripped his cock, his own pre already making it slick. He stroked it hard and fast, his cock growing in his hands. It was thicker than a wine bottle and longer than his forearm, and only getting thicker. That black shaft and pink head were angry, the veins throbbing with green light as he consumed all that life and vigor. Even the potential of the drake filled him, the green dragon a poison beast caused his throat to burn before he let out a spicy burp. Green clouds of poison rolled past his new vicious looking smile.

“Fuck yes! Give it all to me! It’s all fucking mine!” Ray roared, his cock surging and leaping to four feet long before shooting off thick ropes of cum, that angry red head blasting his super charged seed all over his floor. Thick, chunky ropes of virility spilled across the floor and welled up between the badger’s toes.

“Fuck,” Ray slumped against a pillar that was holding up the rafters, his powerful hand gripping it, his fingers able to touch. He gave a dark chuckle and stood to his full height of seven and a half feet tall.

“Fuck, Nightshade is gunna hate hauling all this meat around,” Ray rumbled, his voice still deep, but had less gritty roughness from age. He gripped his pecs, squeezing them and then flexing them, his fingers being pushed away.

“I’m going to need some time to adjust, but first,” He reached over, grabbing that satchel with the dragon’s horns. “Time to claim my bounty.”

***

Back in the east, a coach pulled up, a package with several stamps and bound in twine was brought up by a butler. The package was taken to the master’s study where they opened it to find a harrowing message.

In the box were the dragon’s horns and the wanted poster crossed off in blood with the words, “He Suffered” Scratched onto it by the bloody horn tip.