Becoming a Knight
Warning: This contains soft vore.
Deep inside a castle lied a forge, where a squire was busy sharpening a dagger. He had recently been given a message; today he would be given a special task by the lord of the castle, and if he succeeded, he would be knighted. The thought of finally becoming a knight filled him with excitement. He had been training for this his whole life, and now it was finally going to pay off. His excitement was a bit much, and he chipped the dagger he was grinding. I probably won't need it today anyway, he thought. He picked up the ruined dagger, and put in a rack for future repair. As he was doing this, someone knocked on the door. He answered it promptly.
"Who is it?"
A slightly muffled voice came from behind the door. "It's a messenger. I'm here to deliver some urgent news."
The squire felt confused. He was supposed to be given the task late in the day, and then he would proceed with it the next day. It was only morning.
"Come in, then."
The door opened, and out came an energetic teenager. He stumbled onto the floor, pushed himself up, and stood straight, as if he was in boot camp.
"The lord wants to see you right now, sir."
"I thought he wanted to see me at sunset?"
"I don't know the details. I'm just a messenger. All I know is he wants to see you right now."
The squire grimaced a bit, but reassured himself. If the lord wanted to see him right now, it must be something very important, which could mean he would be in charge of something great.
"I'll be up there in a bit. Let me just put some things away."
The boy, satisfied with his answer, left the room, leaving the squire to himself. He checked the dagger again, and saw that the chip had weakened the structure of the dagger. He decided to repair it later. For now, he dressed up in his chainmail, and attached his sword to his belt. With everything ready, he set out towards the hall.
As he entered the big hall, the first thing that he noticed was how decorated it was. Silk tarps ran across the walls, and several stained glass windows lined the back of the room. Fine wooden planks made up the floor, and a large red carpet lined the way to the throne, where the lord sat. It wasn't, say, royalty-level, but it was obvious that the noble had a lot of money to spend. The second thing that caught his eye was how empty the hall was. If what the lord wanted was so important, there surely would be more people in here, wouldn't there? He pondered the thought as he moved up towards the lord. He then kneeled before the lord, and the lord started to speak.
"You have come promptly. It is nice to see a squire work so obediently. However, the task I am about to give you is an extraordinary one, and you should have your wits about you."
The squire turned his head up, and started to speak.
"What do you need me to do, my lord?"
The lord held a glass of wine in his right hand, took a sip, and laid it back down. He smiled slightly, and bent himself down while keeping eye level with the squire.
"I need you... to slay a dragon."
The squire was not sure if he had heard him say that right. A dragon? Aren't those mythological? He decided to go with it anyway.
The lord smiled, and straightened himself back into his chair.
"Given an unfathomable task, and you do not even bother to question? You will make a fine knight, indeed. But, yes, this is a real task I am giving you. Quite real, in fact."
He took another sip of his wine, and continued to talk.
"We have spotted a dragon flying around south of the castle. It appears to have a home in a cave in a mountain to the southeast. When I heard the news, I was just as skeptical myself, but we had many eye witnesses to testify, even some of my must trusted subordinates. I know it sounds silly, but believe me, there is a very good chance this is real, and it is worth investigating. If you find the dragon, kill it, and bring back some kind of evidence that you have done the deed. I will reward you not only with knighthood, but a place in the elite of my forces. I am sure you will have earned it if you succeed."
"When shall I take upon this task, my lord?"
The lord grinned, and answered his acquaintance.
The squire wasn't sure what to say. This was a big task he was given; how would he even accomplish it, should he actually have to face a real live dragon? And to perform it right now? He had little to no time to prepare. Faced with all of these challenges, he gave the only answer he could think of.
The lord reclined back into his throne, and pressed his fist under his chin. "Good. Now, I'm sure you know the area well, and can find the cave I spoke of. Come back to me once you are done, and I will make sure you are well rewarded. Maybe I'll even throw in a pay bonus, too, for good behavior."
With that, the squire stood up, turned around, and exited the room.
It was not a long trip, but it was a tiring one. Climbing a mountain is not easy work, and the squire found himself exhausted as he ascended the tall rocky slopes. His chainmail was already battered, and he was covered in rock dust. He was almost near a ledge, and he kept straining to reach it. He grabbed onto the side, pulled himself up, and collapsed, panting heavily from exhaustion. He took a few moments to catch his breath, then got back on his feet and proceeded up the rocky ramp that lead to the mouth of the cave. His heart was pounding as he proceeded to the entrance. He did not feel too much fear as he was climbing the mountain, but as he neared his destination, he felt as if the one thing he wanted to do was turn around and never come back to the place again. He was scared to death about what he might encounter, but he pressed himself, and continued to move. A knight must be brave, right?, he assured.
As he entered the cave, he was surprised to find it empty. He walked down the cavern, keeping his hand on the hilt of his sword as made his entrance. Maybe the dragon was gone? Maybe it didn't exist after all? Or, was it going to come back later? He neared the end of the cave, and still could not find anything. He did, however, find claw marks in the cave. Big ones, too. Even if a dragon hadn't made them, something big was definitely here, and that was still worrisome. As he scanned the claw marks on the back of the cave, he noticed that some of them were drawn in an interesting way. There was a tally board made up of scratches, and it seemed to be some kind of total. As he counted the marks, he wondered what they could be for. When he was done, he ended up with the number seventy three. He pondered for a moment, wondering what this could be. Then, he remembered.
There were exactly seventy three people that lived in the village near the castle.
This interested him, and also scared him. Someone, or, more likely, something, was counting the people in the village. But why? As he scanned some of the other markings, he found a rough sketch of the village as viewed from the cave entrance. But what really caught his eye was some writing. Interested, he decided to read it, and see what it had to say. It was dark, but he could slowly make it what it said.
'Today I found a human settlement. It appears to be near a large stone building of some sort, and has a population of approximately seventy three. I noticed some men dressed in chainmail and cloth, carrying weapons. Most likely they would attack me on sight. I will do another fly-by tomorrow, and will continue to report my findings here. I only worry if they have spotted me.'
His eyes grew wide as he took in what he had just read. Something was... studying their village? It was eerie. The writing did not come to him as sinister, yet it frightened him that something was actually observing them, and, more importantly, for what reason? He backed away from the wall, and continued to stand there, taking in everything he had just saw.
Suddenly, he heard what sounded like a loud boom behind him. He unsheathed his sword, and turned around, but it was too late. He found himself hoisted into the air by something wrapped around his legs, and his sword dropped to the floor, clunking against the ground. He was held there for a moment, until he was turned around, and found himself being held by the tail of the beast he had feared to encounter.
A huge red dragon was holding him by its tail, easily 25 feet tall. She had a pair of horns bending backwards on the top of her head, and had a white underbelly that stretched from the end of her tail all the way to her chin. She watched him for a while. She smiled, and then started to speak.
"I guess they're not very good at teaching you to be aware of your surroundings, are they?" The dragon spoke in a feminine voice.
"Y-y-you can talk?", the squire stuttered.
"I would thought you have figured that out by now, looking at my little markings on the wall. I was behind you the whole time, you know."
He gulped. She was behind him the whole time? It made him blush slightly. He tried to reach for his dagger, but only found himself grasping at the strap. It took him a while to remember that he had left it back at the forge. The dragon chuckled as she watched him.
"Forgot your sidearm, huh? You don't seem to be very prepared for a 'dragon slayer'. If that's what you are, anyhow."
The squire nodded, and the dragon let out a toothy grin.
"Not the smartest decision, now, was it? It's not very polite to try and kill guests, you know." She loosened her tail's grip on him, and held him with her claw. "I guess you'll have to be punished for that."
The squire struggled as the possibility of death developed in his mind.
"Please don't hurt me. I will leave you alone, I swear. I didn't know anything about you."
The dragon winked, and wagged a finger in front of her latest catch.
"Tsk, tsk. I won't hurt you. But I'm not about to let you go, either. I have my own special brand of punishment. Now, let's get this chainmail off of you, shall we? It doesn't go down very well."
The squire struggled harder. He didn't want to be eaten. And didn't she say she wouldn't hurt him? It confused him. She started to take off his armor, piece by piece. First his belt, then his shirt, and finally his leggings, leaving him in his underclothes. She then started to lick him, savoring the flavor of the man she held in front of her. She purred with delight, and continued to slobber the poor squire.
"I will do anything. I can leave and never come back. I can do you any favor you want. Anything! Just don't eat me!"
She acted as if she did not hear his pleading, and continued licking. Finally, she stopped, and held the miserable squire over the ground. She sniffed him, smiled, and then proceeded to open her maw and force him inside in one big bite.
The squire's senses were overloaded inside the mouth of the dragon. He felt himself being moved around by the tongue below him, and the lighting was very dim. The dragon continued to savor him inside her mouth for a little while longer. She turned him around, covering every part of his body she could in saliva. She did this for a few more minutes. Satisfied, she stopped licking the squire, and proceeded to swallow him.
The squire started to panic as the reality of the situation sank in. He desperately tried to pull himself out of the throat, but it was futile. He held his hand out, as if expecting a savior, and was pulled inside the dragon. He felt himself being pushed from all sides, and he was slowly being pulled downward. He desperately tried to stop his descent, but he was too slick with saliva to get a proper hold on anything. He frantically dragged his hands across the walls of the throat, but it was too late. He was squeezed through a small hole, and collapsed into the stomach.
He simply laid there, expecting his end. He did not want to die, but he was tired, and he could not fight back. He knew it would have no effect, anyway. He curled into a fetal position, and awaited the events to come. He shed a few tears as he lay there, in the belly of the beast. He was expecting so much more, and felt like everything in his life had been a total waste.
Twenty minutes had passed, and the squire began to straighten himself out. He didn't know why he hadn't died yet, but she did say she wouldn't hurt him. He was not sure how well he could trust those words, but he was very much alive. He decided he might as well sleep, since he had no idea how long he would be in there if she was staying true to her promise. Slowly, he turned himself over, and went out like a light.
Some time had passed before he woke up with a start as he felt the world around him begin to close in. The stomach was starting to push him towards the area he had came in from. He tried to move, but the muscles were already tightening around him. He was pushed back into the throat, and started being hacked upwards. He slowly rose upwards, until he finally came out, and landed inside the mouth. He felt her head lower, and the mouth slowly opened, dropping him softly onto the cavern floor. She looked at him, and started to speak.
"Your sentence is over. You are free to go."
He sat there for some time, then started to pull himself up. He started to walk away, but stopped.
"I... I can't go back."
The dragon tilted her head, confused at his words.
The squire sighed. "I just failed my first task. On top of that, it will be obvious that I encountered you up here. I will be shunned, and everything I have tried for will all be for nothing."
She lowered her head, and looked at him from eye level, giving a smile.
"In that case... why don't you stay with me?"
The squire scratched his hair. "I don't know about that. I mean, you just ate me, after all."
She pulled her head back up. "Oh, it was all harmless fun. I could use the company, as well. It would be interesting living with a human."
"Are you sure?", the squire asked.
He sat himself back down, and stretched himself out. He had been through a lot today, and he was exhausted.
"Well, what do you want to do first, then?"
The dragon pondered for a moment,. "Let's just stay here for a bit. It probably would be wise to leave the area soon, though. I'm sure they'll be looking for you."
"You have a point," the squire agreed. "For now, I could use the rest. It's been a bit of a rough day for me." He laid down in the middle of the cavern, tired from the day's events. The dragon walked over, and coiled herself around him.
"Sweet dreams, little guy." He had already fallen asleep, and she started to doze off too. She was going to enjoy her time with this one. She would make sure of it.