Written after a particularly unpleasant trip to New Jersey. Nothing even resembling a plot here; just 4200+ words of shameless, raunchy megamacro destruction.
Somewhere out in the ocean, a beast lurks, waiting for an opportunity to come ashore and wreak havoc on the rather pathetic little creatures that have taken over the surface of the planet. After a major snowstorm left the entire northeast paralyzed, the enormous reptile decided that this would be his time to strike. He rose quickly, his body leaving almost no wake as he slid across the sea floor; such opportunities for mayhem were few and far between. He leapt out of the water and landed just south of Newark, crushing a large swath of highway beneath his paws.
Far from being like the kaiju of old, the creature was simply massive in all respects. He stood over a mile tall as he rose upon his two legs. His body, covered in emerald and sapphire scales, was stacked with muscle. His feet were tipped with curving, razor-sharp talons which now pierced into the ground. This beast was very clearly male as well: an ebony, heavy, humanoid penis dangled halfway to his thighs and began to harden. He smelled strongly of sea salt, but other scents were slowly becoming apparent.
Despite being under the sea for generations, the titan seemed to know exactly how to cause the most chaos in his wake. He started walking directly upon the turnpike, crushing all lanes beneath his merciless tread. With each step he deliberately ground his paw back and forth just to feel the bodies popping and ground crumbling against his smooth soles. He covered the miles between his landing point and the airport in a matter of moments, leaving the terminal right between his slowly sweating feet.
The giant simply stood there for a few moments, letting the terror slowly sink in as those in the airport realized that they would have only a few more moments to live. One plane tried to take off, but the male quickly swatted it to the ground with his right hand; the craft went down with a fiery explosion. Only once he was satisfied that no other little bugs would be so foolish as to try escape did he continue his assault.
Rather than simply stomp the building into the ground, the giant decided to take a more tactical approach. He kicked his right foot forward, letting the heavy claws tear into the building's facade and allow his toes to press inside. They rolled easily over the little beings closest to the windows, while the even less fortunate bugs were left standing in horror. The stench of paw sweat quickly filled the terminal, clear fluid dripping from between the wiggling digits.
One little was caught between two house-sized toes as they slowly squeezed. The heavy, hot sweat clung to the tiny one's clothing, smeared over his flesh, and nearly made him wretch from the smell. Then, as the pressure increased, the desperate fur trashed about to get air, coughing as the briny fluid forced into his maw. Soon he couldn't breathe at all as the pressure on his lungs became too great. Ribs began to crack, the little one's vision slowly went dark, ending in a loud crunch as the beast gave one last squeeze and brought the toes together.
Most of the terminal was in a panic by the time the titan had finished that perverted display of power. The main entrance was already in ruin, which forced furs to escape via the emergency exits, many spilling out onto the tarmac. The beast saw this and simply laughed, pulled his foot free, and walked toward the fleeing bugs. He carefully walked around the perimeter of the airport, trying to destroy each possible escape route before turning his attention back to his newly found playthings.
Being under the ocean for centuries had left the scaled monster with plenty of pent up urges. He felt that now was the best time to take care of one of those as he reached for his malehood and slowly began to stroke. The pungent smell of male sex began to fill the air, but the beast had even darker things in mind. He let forth a rumbling growl as he let forth a torrent of piss, a golden waterfall striking with enough force to shatter cement. The stench was enough to make eyes water, but - worse still - the powerful acidity and scalding heat made contact with the yellow fluid hazardous.
Though the crowd tried to disperse, it was really far too late for them. He had more than enough to go around and, with the only means of escape destroyed, their best efforts could only buy them a couple of moments, at best. It surged across the ground like a toxic tsunami, sweeping away people, planes, and buildings alike. The grass withered in a matter of moments and left behind scorched, brown patches. The furs fared even worse, as even a drop of the fluid was enough to burn and leave the victim writhing in agony. Those that were swept away were effectively spared; their bodies were reduced to little more than a pile of bones as the fluid carried their corpses. The ones that were running had to fight off the urge. No matter what, the beast kept aiming for the dwindling number of survivors until there was nobody left on the ground. Once all was done, the entire airport was covered in a few inches of urine, the stench gradually wafting south.
It was still near-impossible for people to evacuate given the weather, but some brave souls were already taking to the roads. Not wanting to lose any more of his eight and a half million new toys than he had to, the scaled beast took to the roads again. His steps were quick as he bounded down the length of the turnpike; each step covered almost half a mile and left a thousand-foot long crater where his paw actually touched the ground. He stopped at the edge of the Delaware, seeing little reason to cross the water when so many things were already on the ground. Now that the primary means of escape was completely impassible he put his attention back on his playthings.
By this time, there were already news helicopters trying to take to the air, braving the stiff winds and blowing snow to cover the story of a lifetime. Perhaps, even, the story that could end their lives. The beast saw this and realized these aircraft were not a threat; he simply ignored them as he started to walk north once more. Rather than sticking to the road he walked toward smaller towns, taking out an entire city block with each step. Where there once stood houses and businesses, a hundred-foot deep crater remained, filled with a thin sheen of sweat that turned the dirt into stinking mud.
Despite the obvious dangers of a mile-tall horny male, very few people were trying to escape at all. There was one small convoy, consisting of three semi trucks and a pair of SUVs, heading west as fast as they could. It wasn't nearly fast enough. With just three steps, those rank paws came down on either side of the road. He decided that these particular bugs weren't even worth the trouble of stepping on. The right foot lifted and toes wiggled, sending a heavy rain of sweat onto a small hill. It froze before the vehicles even got to it, causing the trucks to spin their tires and lose momentum before they started rolling back down, their sole hole of escape lost.
As he watched the little bugs on the road slowly figure out another option, the creature decided to take another approach. He crouched down slowly, bringing his heavy testicles toward them. Each one could have covered the collection of vehicles on the ground on its own; the sac was enough to smother them so completely, nobody would even see the small things under those large balls. The scent of sex filled the air as he came closer, the shadow looming, blotting out the light. Sounds of screeching tires echoed across the barren, snow-covered landscape as the bugs made a final, desperate attempt at escape, but those sounds were abruptly ended as the testicles touched the ground.
Underneath the giant balls, those who had gotten out of their vehicles were pressed right against the sweaty flesh, the musky fluid clinging to clothing and fur alike. The heat was intolerable, though the way the scrotum pressed in, breathing quickly became impossible. Those in their cars could survive a few moments longer than those outside, but the metal slowly caved under that prodigious weight. It was a slow, inescapable process; none of them could even hope to open a door even if there were somewhere they could go to avoid their fate. None of them survived when the giant stood up three minutes later.
While those little ones squirmed beneath his balls, the scaled one's erection started to swell. A heavy foreskin clung to the head of that thick length, sliding back and forth as the male slowly stroked himself. He found another couple of cars stuck in the snow, this time with their occupants still trapped inside, and felt the urge to give them a much warmer place to die. The tip pointed at one doomed vehicle as he leaned forward, then slid the car hood-first into the soaking urethra. The two furs inside could only watch in horror as the dome of the cockhead filled their vision, powerful waves of scent washing over them, followed shortly by several heavy drops of pre. Things went dark as their car was pressed inside, then forgotten about.
The other vehicle caught in that same snow bank was a van, filled with several people who were still trying to brave the blizzard and get out of town. They watched in horror as that hungry cockhead swallowed the nearby car, then pointed at their own ride. The side door flung open and two of the passengers jumped out, but it was already far too late. That fleshy monster struck once more. Rather than being stuffed in the urethra this time, the giant stroked forward, enveloping the newest victims of his lust in his foreskin.
The two furs that wandered free were too small to even make a bulge underneath the skin, mired in the thick, slimy substance all around them. The stench of cum and pre was overpowering, nearly choking those caught inside. As the giant resumed pawing himself, those victims were rubbed lewdly against the heavy glans, pushed nearly free only to be forced down again, battered by the constant motion around them. There was enough light coming in through the thin skin that they could see every detail of the flesh that surrounded them, every vein on the cockhead, even the 'flecks' of dried cum that were larger than their bodies.
Those in the van were given an even less pleasant ride as the giant's finger cme down atop the roof, slowly crushing it in. The doors were crimped closed, the windows cracked just enough to let that viscous goo seep inside. The driver tried to fire the van up and drive, but it was of little use; there wasn't enough traction due to all the precum and filth built up, to say nothing of the pressure holding them all in place. They could only watch as the van slowly filled up with the stench of uncut, anthro-reptile dick, ultimately left to drown in it.
Having a couple specks to toy with with nice enough, but the giant wanted even more to sate his lust. But when you have an entire state at your disposal, there are always more toys to be had. He left his other toys where they were and found a small town to start with. The creature simply crouched down again, his balls on the outskirts of the village, while his cock slammed down on main street. A thick wave of pre gushed forth, flooding the nearest block of buildings. The cacophony was enough to get most of the furs out and trying to escape; the giant just laughed at their fuitle efforts to get away. His cock swung back and forth as he climbed to all fours, only to slam against the ground with the force of a meteor each time he thrust his hips.
A low, deep growl of lust shook the entire town as the giant started to get into a rhythm. Each time that heavy, musky cockhead slammed against the earth, several more buildings were crushed against his tip, with more washed away in the stream of precum. The furs smothered under the foreskin were tossed around, sliding back and forth, the fluid around them becoming even more potent and viscous. To those of the ground, it was like trying to escape the inevitable. The cockhaed came down seemingly at random, bouncing over one block just to crush the next, then sliding back to smear more pre around. The fluid was steaming against the cold pavement, too deep for a car to make it through; the ones that tried found themselves mired in the fluid and slowly swept away.
The scalie's head slowly tilted down to look at the destruction the cock wrought, then the beast simply laughed with amusement. People tried to run this way and that, even though their fate was long since sealed. The crowd was slowly thinning out as the bug-like beings were snuffed out by being crushed, drowned, or simply suffocating on the overwhelming scent of sex. Entire neighborhoods were laid to waste, leaving just a muddy pool of wreckage behind. But the beast wanted even more than just wanton, careless destruction; he wnated these little pests to cower in complete terror in front of him. Rather than humping aimlessly as he had before, the giant started to aim for unoccupied buildings to corral the little ones together, until several hundred found themselves on the same block with nowhere else to run.
With yet another dark laugh, the giant crawled foward, bringing his heavy, dripping cockhead over the group. A single drop of pre fell and crashed onto the crowd; dozens were crushed with the force of the impact. Many others were mired in the goo; some drowned, others were pulled free by their surviving neighbors. The beast pulled his foreskin back, revealing the slimy cockhead to those on the ground benath, another wave of male stench rising in the air. The remains of that wrecked van fell onto the ground, a sign of the giant's power. The two furs that were free inside just found themselves pulled back even further, trapped against the crown of that enormous cockhead.
On the ground, there was no hope at all. The giant just slowly lowered his cockhead alone, then rumbled in approval as people began to squirm against it. Some found themselves stuck to his flesh; others were left pinned to the ground and smothered in precum. Rather than humping violently, the cockhead slowly rubbed back and forth, miring the little toys in an ever-thickening layer of male goo, the slimy filth and pre combining to overwhelm the sense of smell of some of the littles. Several passed out from the stench alone, while the rest simply fought to keep their stomachs in check. The cockhead throbbed powerfully with the mega's lust, each beat of his heart accompanied by another drop of pre flowing over the pavement.
Scaled paws dug into the earth as lust drove the giant on. He finally gave in and thrust once into the crowd, crushing half of those beneath his cockhead. Leaning forward, he slowly dragged his shaft along the rest, only enough to press them against the ground without flattening them. Some sunk in to the precum-softened dirt, while others found themselves trapped against the side of that searingly hot flesh. It really made little difference, as the creature was getting quite close to his first climax. He reared back onto his haunches, bringing his sweating balls to the ground, and took his cock in his right hand. Those stuck to the cock were ground into tiny droplets of lube, much to the horror of the remaining survivors, as he jacked off furiously.
With a roar that could be heard for miles, the climax hit. He leaned forward again just to smother those little things under all his heavy cum; some didn't even survive the initial impact, but the rest slowly found themselves suffocating on the heavy goo as it forced its way into their nose, mouth, and other orifices. A dozen or so survived, having run to the furthest end of their prison, just far enough to avoid the heavy fluid that soaked the block. As the giant slowly came off his peak, he saw those cowering bugs and just laughed at their attempts at saving themselves. Even if he left them there, they wouldn't survive; there was no way for them to climb over the wreckage of their city and they'd certainly drown if they tried to swim through the lake of cum before them. But rather than leaving them, he decided that a light snack would be welcome, leaned his snout in closer, and flicked his tongue forth to lick them up.
The sheer size of the tongue made it completely inescapable for the little ones on the ground. They looked up at that sky-filling snout, then saw the soft, pink flesh darting toward them with lightning speed. All of them were stuck to it; slimy saliva gave them no hope of pulling themselves free. They were pulled steadily upward, beyond teeth larger than their old homes, trapped against the pebbly surface. The beast remained quiet as he could with the littles on his tongue, giving them merely the sound of his breath rushing by, the distant thudding of his heart, and the squishing sounds of saliva all around them. The muzzle slowly drifted closed, the pink walls gradually going dark as the giant left nature to take its course. As the tongue undulated, the tiny bugs inside were tossed and scattered, too far apart to even hear one another's voices over the sounds of the macro's body, the echoes lost against that spongy flesh.
After letting the tiny things have a few moments to contemplate the end of their existance, the giant swallowed with no further fanfare. He stood up and started walking to the nearest large city while the crumbs he'd just consumed slid down his throat. While the creature just went about his business from there on, it was a nightmare for the ones inside. The darkness was impenetrable, or so it seemed, but the other sensations around them were straight from a horror movie. The thick, slimy mucus within the scaly's throat clung to fur, flesh, and clothing like, leaving people soaked in the slippery goo and preventing them from even trying to grab hold of something. The steady motion of peristalsis brought them ever-closer to the stomach waiting far below.
The digestive acids were only starting to flow by the time they fell into that waiting pit. The stomach was quite small - it didn't need to expand for such a small snack - and several furs found themselves rubbed against one another. The sounds of digestion washed out all other noise, the fleshy walls offering no echo for the little snacks to hear one another. Acids bit into their fur, a slow tingling followed by a sensation of pure fire, then giving way to an even more unsettling nothingness. Some furs found themselves completely submerged, fluid forcing its way into their bodies via any way possible, while those even less fortunate only were left waist-deep, instincts screaming at them to try climb free, even though there was no way to escape.
While the food-furs fought a losing battle for their lives, the scaled beast simply walked along once again until he came to a larger city. He grinned as he saw these furs were making a more organized attempt to escape; the others he'd encountered so far weren't even offering a challenge. Not that they could do anything, of course, but it was so much more fun toying with bugs that actually thought they could save their lives. He stepped almost-carefully along the largest streets through town, bringing those deadly paws down on as many people as possible. He wiggled his toes just to feel the gore soaking between them, parts of furs embedded between his scales, a crimson froth staining the very base of his paw.
That careful stroll caused a minimum of collateral damage, which was the entire point. He wanted to have some buildings to play with as well this time around. And, at his height, some of the largest skyscrapers made almost adequate dildos. He raised his tail high above downtown, aimed his rear at the tallest building he could find, and slowly settled himself down. Though many of the furs had already evacuated the structure, some were still caught on the higher floors and had an uncomfortably close view of the other end of the scaly's digestive system.
The dark red flesh slowly squeezed around the building, causing the metal to groan ominously; support beams were never designed to withstand that sort of abuse. But it held together for now as the giant slowly crouched lower, a hand moving to his heavy cock once more. The cold steel and glass felt wonderful inside him, teasing him in a very different way than a warm cock would. It provided a cool sensation, a mere feeling of pleasnt fullness, rather than the heat another type of toy might have provided.
Inside, though, it was getting awfully hot for those furs left watching. The emergency lighting kicked in as the building was rocked on its foundation, forcing them to watch the scene unfolding around them. The walls pulsed, throbbed, and squeezed, each compression bringing about more damage to the building. Escape was no longer something to even consider; one of the first movements had crimped the stairwell around the 20th floor and trapped anyone above that level. Though the giant's rear was remarkably clean, due to an exceptionally efficient digestive system, that didn't make the little ones feel any better about their impeding demise. A groan of pleasure shook the entire building, causing even more panic to erupt.
Meanwhile, on the streets, furs were trying to get away from the mammoth display of virility in downtown. It was really a losing cause, though, and the giant knocked down just the right buildings to create another pen for his latest batch of toys. Tens of thousands were caught on the streets in the few blocks immediately below and in front of his erection. His heavy sac swung to and fro as he jerked himself off, like a twinned pair of scaled-covered wrecking balls. The dark flesh of his shaft glistened with the ever-increasing volume of pre, as well as the remains of his earlier fun. Some drops of precum splattered to the ground, soaking furs and weakening buildings, much to the amusement of the beast.
It really didn't matter to him how many or few of his toys survived this round. He just wanted to cum again and having an even larger audience brought out more of an exhibitionist streak in the giant. His legs spread further as he rode the building to the ground, even as it slowly started to crumble inside of him. Not content to merely let the little ones watch, his hand darted out into the crowd and snatched up a hundred or so furs, then cupped them firmly against his balls. They writhed in desperation, trying to push the musky flesh away from them, but it was still a losing effort. It clung to their bodies, compressed them against it, slowly suffocating them. He brought his paw back to give them a little more air before squeezing his balls tightly; the entire pawful burst under the pressure, just the latest victims of the lusts.
Even those that weren't in the blocks immediately in front of the jerking giant were aware when he climaxed. The roar shook the entire city. Those inside his dildo were quite aware of it to, at least for a moment; the entire building collapsed around them as the giant's tailhole clenched, reducing everything inside to a single, impossibly mangled pile of wreckage. On the street, the giant leaned forward just to soak his playthings in cum. Each wave obliterated an entire city block, washing away buildings and miring thousands of furs in his thick seed. A dozen shots later and the giant was spent, for now, but an entire lake of white was left on the ground and an entire business district was wiped out.
With a heavy groan, the giant slowly stood up again, letting the remains of the skyscraper fall from his rear. He looked around, surveyed the wreckage, and just grinned to himself. In this weather it would be at least another day before the bugs could even try to send an offensive against him - the military wouldn't have a plan for something like this - and conditions weren't favorable for any fast-flying craft. By the time they could even think about attacking, he would have leveled the entire state and sunk back to the ocean floor. The only pressing decision he had to make was deciding just where he wanted to go next and what horrors to unleash on those unfortunate little bugs.
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Given my ability to change others' sizes, my explosive temper, and an enjoyment of Left 4 Dead 2, Ahastar came up with this animation combining all the above. This is just another example of why you do not mess with a minidrake.
Showing off my love for having a collar on, this badge leaves just one question: Who has a leash?
Done in multiple layers of colorful paper, a scan can't really do justice to this piece. 
Using a narwhal's horn to do a pole dance, Shira shows off every part of hir body to anyone who wants to watch.
Bound to Timanth's underside and presented with his cock, I do exactly what he wants as he watches with great pleasure.
For future reference: if your pet wants a snack, please ensure that I am out of harm's way. Or not.
Flame isn't exclusively the domain of the red dragons. Those frosty embers can be just as effective.
I wouldn't be an ice drake if I couldn't appreciate such a snowscape, now would I?
Sometimes you just can't get enough cock. That's why there's tenta-rape™.
Taking advantage of a significant size difference, I ride Timanth's delightfully wet tongue until we're both satisfied
Timanth mounting me. Really, what more needs to be said? It's just some nice, gooey feral-on-anthro sex after all!
Shira savoring the warmth, musk, and more of Kraken's massive cocks.
Startide seemed to think that I'd make a good snack!
Catwarrior put together this outstanding reference sheet for me after MFM 14. I've handed it out for every image I've commissioned since!
I seem to have caught Timanth and am perched atop my prey! And for his part, Timanth is humoring my delusions of grandeur.
Timanth taking Shira for a ride!
Shira taking Timanth for a ride!
Shira showing off that a minidrake can still have some big assets. ... yeah, I'm sorry for that pun as well.
You're barely worthy of being crushed like a bug, but Leicyle's going to do it anyway...
Kaiser has Shira all tied up and leaves hir on a rather short leash...
Shira, clinging to the underside of a canine and handing out some rather questionable snack food.
Leicyle is a collection of my own fantasies. He's a big, buff, dominant dragon who knows that your place is on your knees in front of him doing whatever he wants. Cylnx has captured that perfectly in this image.
