A Boy And His Dragon
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A Boy And His Dragon
Title: A Boy And His Dragon
Author: mysteriax0x
Pairing: Bill x Dragon
Warnings: Beastiality, if this squicks you, then by all means no one is forcing you to read this...
Summary: Bill goes to Romania to visit his brother Charlie and the animals he works with. He quickly takes a liking to one of them and an interesting night follows. PWP, Oral, slight angst in the end.
Notes: Yes, I\'m telling you now, this has a squick factor and all flames will be ignored because if you don\'t like it, don\'t tell me, just don\'t read it. Simple as that. Also, this fic was inspired by a challenge from my best friend, and in turn, it is a gift for her for the release of the 6th book on the 16th.
Enjoy!
A BOY AND HIS DRAGON
Bill Weasley was uncomfortable. He honestly didn\'t know how in the world his brother Charlie lived full-time in a place like this. Romania was just a desert place, scorchingly hot during the day and freezing cold at night. Nevertheless, it was always a nice thing to do to come and visit his younger brother. He worked with various types of dragons in a remote facility in the southern regions of the country. Here he rescued eggs from abandoned nests and nurtured the infants to adulthood, he was also head of the medical staff for the fallen dragons or one\'s that had been injured by hunters. There was also a small section of the facility where staff and trainers attempted to train dragons for the wizard circus... much against the laws of the Ministry.
Bill spent a lot of time watching the trainers and staff do their work with these wild beasts. He had come to learn a lot of things about dragons. Indeed, they were more than just fairy tale creatures. Above all, his most favorite animal here was a young Swedish Short-Snout named Fisk. He was no more than 6 months old and was about 3 feet high and 7 feet long. His skin was hard and thick, silvery-blue, absolutely beautiful. He had an attitude as well.
One night, some of the staff personnel gave Bill permission for Fisk to sleep outside his tent, the last tent in a maze of tents belonging to the people that worked here. They granted him the request and Fisk, much like a little guard dog, was chained up to a thick wooden pole outside his tent. Bill played with him, providing makeshift targets for his nostril fireballs, much to his trainer\'s dismay. He patted Fisk on the head.
\"Now you be a good little guy while I go wash ya hear?\"
Fisk responded by making a mewling noise.
Bill smiled and went inside his tent, which inside was very defined, hardwood floors and a huge four poster bed with fluffy pillows and comforters. Bill wondered how muggles got along without magic.
He entered his marble stand-up shower and bathed himself. When he was done, he came out with a towel around his waist, another he used for drying his hair. He stopped dead in his tracks when he say Fisk\'s head sticking inside his tent and his trousers on fire!
He yelped and grabbed his wand and quickly dispensed of the fire, only to find the ashen remains of what had once been his dark green cargos. He looked over at Fisk and sighed.
\"Now what in hell did I do to deserve this?\"
The dragon merely responded with a hiccup. He began to inch his way into the tent, knocking over some of Bill\'s things.
\"Hey hey whoa there boy! What do you think you\'re doing?\"
Fisk just stopped before him, the end of his tail sticking out of the tent. he looked up into the redhead\'s eyes then swiftly grabbed hold of the end of the towel that Bill had wrapped around his waist with his teeth and quickly rid the human of it.
\"Excuse me?!\"
Fisk only looked up at him again then lowered his head and flicked his pointy, thick tongue over Bill\'s flacid manhood. The Weasley gasped and jumped but stayed relatively still as the young dragon expertly licked his cock over and over, quickly bringing it to hardness.
Bill grasped one of the wooden posters of his bed and groaned, clenching his eyes shut. The animals tongue was thick and moist and working him into madness with its incessant ministrations on his arousal. The tongue swept over his shaft and under his sac, tickling and rubbing against them, creating a friction the man had never dreamed of before.
Bill couldn\'t hold out much longer, the feeling and the thought of this pure beast working him like this became too much and he knew he was close. With one final swipe of the enormous tongue, Bill whimpered loudly and came onto the moist flesh, which licked him clean.
Bill fell to the floor, clumsily on his bottom and stared at Fisk, breathing heavily.
\"What? Did I miss a spot?\" He couldn\'t help but chuckle.
Fisk made another cute noise. Bill sighed and slowly got up and put his black night-drawers on and helped usher his little friend back outside the tent. He rubbed his head and leaned down and gave him a little kiss on the silvery-blue snout and told him goodnight.
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Waking up more refreshed than he had his whole visit, Bill crawled out of bed and got himself dressed. Tying his hair back in a ponytail, he smiled as he made his way outside the tent to greet his little reptilian friend. Swooping back the curtain, he frowned. Fisk was gone. He looked around, the chain wasn\'t there so he couldn\'t have just wrenched free...
He made his way to the facility looking around for some of Fisk\'s trainers. He didn\'t come across any, at this hour, but he found Charlie making his way to one of the offices.
\"Oi, Charles!\" He called out to him. The other redhead turned and smiled at him and came over to him.
\"Good morning brother,\"
Bill wasted no time. \"Hey, have you seen Fisk? I had him tied up outside my tent last night--\" he stopped as he saw his brother\'s face fall. This didn\'t look good.
\"Oh man... I\'m sorry to tell you this mate, but some manufactures came early this morning and bought him out to a safety company... they need some gloves you know....\" Charlie\'s voice softened when he saw Bill\'s crestfallen face. \"I... I don\'t believe it,\" He turned away from him.
Charlie put his hand on his brother\'s shoulder. \"I\'m sorry mate. That\'s one of the draw-backs of working here. Can\'t get too attatched you know?\" With a pat, his hand fell from the elder Weasley\'s shoulder and continued on to the office.
Bill just stood there for the longest time. Finally, he pulled himself together, telling him that this was just a trick of the trade, this is what is done. As he made his way back to his tent, he couldn\'t help but feel the loss of his young friend.
~fin~
Author: mysteriax0x
Pairing: Bill x Dragon
Warnings: Beastiality, if this squicks you, then by all means no one is forcing you to read this...
Summary: Bill goes to Romania to visit his brother Charlie and the animals he works with. He quickly takes a liking to one of them and an interesting night follows. PWP, Oral, slight angst in the end.
Notes: Yes, I\'m telling you now, this has a squick factor and all flames will be ignored because if you don\'t like it, don\'t tell me, just don\'t read it. Simple as that. Also, this fic was inspired by a challenge from my best friend, and in turn, it is a gift for her for the release of the 6th book on the 16th.
Enjoy!
A BOY AND HIS DRAGON
Bill Weasley was uncomfortable. He honestly didn\'t know how in the world his brother Charlie lived full-time in a place like this. Romania was just a desert place, scorchingly hot during the day and freezing cold at night. Nevertheless, it was always a nice thing to do to come and visit his younger brother. He worked with various types of dragons in a remote facility in the southern regions of the country. Here he rescued eggs from abandoned nests and nurtured the infants to adulthood, he was also head of the medical staff for the fallen dragons or one\'s that had been injured by hunters. There was also a small section of the facility where staff and trainers attempted to train dragons for the wizard circus... much against the laws of the Ministry.
Bill spent a lot of time watching the trainers and staff do their work with these wild beasts. He had come to learn a lot of things about dragons. Indeed, they were more than just fairy tale creatures. Above all, his most favorite animal here was a young Swedish Short-Snout named Fisk. He was no more than 6 months old and was about 3 feet high and 7 feet long. His skin was hard and thick, silvery-blue, absolutely beautiful. He had an attitude as well.
One night, some of the staff personnel gave Bill permission for Fisk to sleep outside his tent, the last tent in a maze of tents belonging to the people that worked here. They granted him the request and Fisk, much like a little guard dog, was chained up to a thick wooden pole outside his tent. Bill played with him, providing makeshift targets for his nostril fireballs, much to his trainer\'s dismay. He patted Fisk on the head.
\"Now you be a good little guy while I go wash ya hear?\"
Fisk responded by making a mewling noise.
Bill smiled and went inside his tent, which inside was very defined, hardwood floors and a huge four poster bed with fluffy pillows and comforters. Bill wondered how muggles got along without magic.
He entered his marble stand-up shower and bathed himself. When he was done, he came out with a towel around his waist, another he used for drying his hair. He stopped dead in his tracks when he say Fisk\'s head sticking inside his tent and his trousers on fire!
He yelped and grabbed his wand and quickly dispensed of the fire, only to find the ashen remains of what had once been his dark green cargos. He looked over at Fisk and sighed.
\"Now what in hell did I do to deserve this?\"
The dragon merely responded with a hiccup. He began to inch his way into the tent, knocking over some of Bill\'s things.
\"Hey hey whoa there boy! What do you think you\'re doing?\"
Fisk just stopped before him, the end of his tail sticking out of the tent. he looked up into the redhead\'s eyes then swiftly grabbed hold of the end of the towel that Bill had wrapped around his waist with his teeth and quickly rid the human of it.
\"Excuse me?!\"
Fisk only looked up at him again then lowered his head and flicked his pointy, thick tongue over Bill\'s flacid manhood. The Weasley gasped and jumped but stayed relatively still as the young dragon expertly licked his cock over and over, quickly bringing it to hardness.
Bill grasped one of the wooden posters of his bed and groaned, clenching his eyes shut. The animals tongue was thick and moist and working him into madness with its incessant ministrations on his arousal. The tongue swept over his shaft and under his sac, tickling and rubbing against them, creating a friction the man had never dreamed of before.
Bill couldn\'t hold out much longer, the feeling and the thought of this pure beast working him like this became too much and he knew he was close. With one final swipe of the enormous tongue, Bill whimpered loudly and came onto the moist flesh, which licked him clean.
Bill fell to the floor, clumsily on his bottom and stared at Fisk, breathing heavily.
\"What? Did I miss a spot?\" He couldn\'t help but chuckle.
Fisk made another cute noise. Bill sighed and slowly got up and put his black night-drawers on and helped usher his little friend back outside the tent. He rubbed his head and leaned down and gave him a little kiss on the silvery-blue snout and told him goodnight.
================================
Waking up more refreshed than he had his whole visit, Bill crawled out of bed and got himself dressed. Tying his hair back in a ponytail, he smiled as he made his way outside the tent to greet his little reptilian friend. Swooping back the curtain, he frowned. Fisk was gone. He looked around, the chain wasn\'t there so he couldn\'t have just wrenched free...
He made his way to the facility looking around for some of Fisk\'s trainers. He didn\'t come across any, at this hour, but he found Charlie making his way to one of the offices.
\"Oi, Charles!\" He called out to him. The other redhead turned and smiled at him and came over to him.
\"Good morning brother,\"
Bill wasted no time. \"Hey, have you seen Fisk? I had him tied up outside my tent last night--\" he stopped as he saw his brother\'s face fall. This didn\'t look good.
\"Oh man... I\'m sorry to tell you this mate, but some manufactures came early this morning and bought him out to a safety company... they need some gloves you know....\" Charlie\'s voice softened when he saw Bill\'s crestfallen face. \"I... I don\'t believe it,\" He turned away from him.
Charlie put his hand on his brother\'s shoulder. \"I\'m sorry mate. That\'s one of the draw-backs of working here. Can\'t get too attatched you know?\" With a pat, his hand fell from the elder Weasley\'s shoulder and continued on to the office.
Bill just stood there for the longest time. Finally, he pulled himself together, telling him that this was just a trick of the trade, this is what is done. As he made his way back to his tent, he couldn\'t help but feel the loss of his young friend.
~fin~