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Timanth yelped as he was brutally picked up by his tail, forcibly ripped from his sleep when a huge white paw had descended upon him, shocking him from dreams of micro playtoys and pleasure. What greeted him when his disorientation left him was not an assuring sight. Shira, the hermaphrodite dragoness he’d played with earlier, was grinning darkly at him, dangling him from his tail. In this position, he was in no shape to resist, let alone fight. All he could do was gape at the white dragoness that held him prisoner and manage a strangled yelp.

“YOU! You’re supposed to be dead! I saw you crush! I…” Truthfully told, the bronze dragon had felt the then-small Shira squelch wetly beneath his hind foot, trampled to a pulp in an instant of sheer pleasure.

The white dragoness above him chuckled maliciously, “”Hmmm…well, you’re quite ignorant…Didn’t you know that I regenerate? Or don’t you know that all dragons have size and shape-shifting powers?”

Truth be told, the Asian dragon really didn’t know. He wasn’t a true dragon, rather a synthetic polymorph that had taken a dragon to be its default shape. Beyond Shira, he really hadn’t had any experience with any beings who could both regenerate and change size at will before. There was no reason to expect that the puny thing he had caught wasn’t just another fragile being. But no, this one had proven hirself quite the opposite of his expectations.

“Well,” Shi snarled viciously, “You’re long, lithe, and flexible. I’m willing to bet that you’re quite stretchy too. You’ll make an excellent condom, and after what you did to me, I’m sure you think that’s fair revenge.”

Too shocked by hir words to react, Timanth could only stare in disbelief as he was lowered into the huge dragon’s lap. Immediately, he was aware of the intense heat pressing against him. Locating the source, the bronze dragon almost gagged as he realized whire the intense heat was coming from. Towering beside him was a huge member, slick pre oozing out the tip and flowing down its sides. Trapped tightly by his captor’s thighs, he watched with resignation as the pre flowed over him, covering him head to toe with the white dragoness’ fluids. His stomach revolted at the thought of the viscous fluid forcing its way down his nose, into his throat…He shuddered in revulsion.

The white dragoness chuckled maliciously, squeezing hir thighs just enough to constrict hir captive’s body painfully tight. “Well, I don’t want to rip you in half in the process, so I suppose I’ll have to slick you up abit.”

Somehow, hir words sent shivers down his spine. Smiling in cruel amusement, shi used one hand to liberally scoop up some of the now liberally flowing pre, making sure to rub some all over hir Asian captive before inspecting it closely. Smiling a little playfully, shi grinned, “It’ll do.”

What shi did next completely astonished and horrified the bronze dragon. Lifting hir right foot a little, shi rubbed hir paw all over it, smearing it liberally with pre. Shi made sure to rub especially generous amounts all over hir toes, as, she noted with glee, those would be utilized the most. It was fitting, she thought, that the very tools that had been used to flatten hir before were now being used to torment hir killer.

Chuckling darkly, she snarled, almost too softly, at the cowering Asian dragon, “So…ready to stretch? Hehhehheh.”

Taking him by the waist, she tossed him on the ground with enough force to daze him, and perhaps break a few ribs to prevent him from moving. It didn’t matter. He’d be just as useful, and thire would be little resistance. Grinning, she lifted hir right foot and set it onto the smaller dragon, hir middle claw pointing wickedly at his tailhole. Realizing what shi was about to do, the smaller dragon panicked visibly and struggled hard, but to no avail. He could only watch as the claw advanced inexorably toward his rear. A small scream was ripped from his throat as the sharp claw penetrated his tailhole. The claw was too sharp, too thick as it continued to slide into his body, violating his insides with its hard, unnatural presence. Timanth writhed in pain as the hard talon drove deeper and deeper, meeting no resistance from his soft insides until it was buried within his body all the way to the hilt.

Even though the advance had stopped, the copper dragon was still enveloped in pain, but thick unnatural claw inside of him stretching him unbelievably wide. It was then that Shira decided to take things a bit furthir, and started to slide the scaled part of hir toe deeper into the bronze dragon’s insides. The Asian drake shrieked in agony as the toe penetrated deeper and deeper, not only violating parts of him that had never seen the light of day, but also stretching his tailhole wider and wider. He could feel his hide start to crack and tear from the strain, and his cries for mercy were genuine. But the white dragoness towering above him seemed not to notice, intent only on forcing hir entire middle toe into the small dragon. The copper Asian could only watch helplessly as inch after inch was plunged into his depths, until with a sickening sudden stretching at the toe base, the entire digit was in. He could hear Shira’s sadistic snickering above, and could just barely make out words through the haze of pain.

“That should be wide enough to fit…but not too wide so that you slide on easily…I don’t want my toy getting too loose, heh heh heh…”

Grinning, she pulled out hir toe with a squelching sound, tendrils of pre trailing between his tailhole and hir claw. Snatching the bronze dragon from the ground, she replaced him on hir member, his rear stretching painfully at the tip. Gripping both his legs, the white dragoness began to pull down with brutal force, not caring what she damaged on the way. Timanth could hear his bones dislocating, his wings flapping pathetically, almost comically against the ever-growing bulge forcing its way up his body.

“Yesss,” growled the hermaphrodite, “That’s it…nice and tight, just like what a good condom should feel…”

Shi continued to pull down hard, the blue shaft of her cock forcing its way deeper and deeper into the bronze dragon’s body until it was pushing its way up, up through his throat and out of his mouth. And still the shaft continued to slides its way through the bronze dragon!

Finally, the incredible blue member had completely forced its way through the Asian dragon’s body, leaving his rump pressed flush with the white dragoness’ belly. The tip and a good part of the shaft still protruded a far distance from his mouth, and the white dragoness frowned with disapproval.

“I thought condoms were supposed to stay closed…oh well, you’ll make just as good a sleeve!”

Smiling with sadistic satisfaction, the herm dragoness gripped hir shaft around the bronze dragon with one gigantic forepaw and started to stroke. Rivulets of pre ran down the sides, only adding more lubricant. As the bronze dragon was completely impaled on hir cock, the pre ran THROUGH his body, rather than over it, adding to the lubricated quality of his insides.

Faster and faster Shira stroked, feeling hir member heat up with pure friction. Shi could feel the bronze dragon’s hide start to smolder from the fast stroking, and grinned internally at the discomfort he must be feeling. Turning the speed up a notch, the white dragoness began to pump herself at full speed, pistoning her hand up and down with wild abandon.

The bronze dragon had long since either vaporized or liquefied by now, and Shira suspected the latter, as the wetness between hir hand and hir shaft increased marginally. Shi grinned as a slight pink sheen began to show on hir cock with each downstroke, smearing the remains of the bronze dragon all over hir cock.

Shi could feel her orgasm building as hir paw moved faster and faster over the blue pole of flesh. Hir multi-colored wings fanned out on each side of her, creating huge gusts of wind that flattened trees and leveled mountains. With each stroke, hir cock started to throb bigger and bigger, building up seed and semen for a final explosion.

And explode shi did. Leaning back and roaring to the skies, the herm dragoness blasted her load high up in the air, a pure white tinted pink with the remains of Timanth. Huge long ropes of it were ejected from her member, to fall coiling and sticky back upon the spent body of the hermaphrodite dragoness.

Hir climax lasted for what seemed like eternity. When shi came down from the peak of bliss, her mind finally recalled the bronze dragon shi had captured. Looking down at hir blue shaft, shi could see smoldering remains and liquefied dragon smeared all over the flesh, and shi chuckled, knowing the pain that Timanth must have suffered through in the last few moment of his life.

Taking a flying leap and spreading hir wings, Shira flew off to find a place in which to wash, and perhaps another toy to sate her ever-present lust.

Some Things Never Change

Written by Shiveneve and posted with permission.

A sleeping city on a silent, moonlit Friday night, lay basking beneath the stars, dreaming, peacefully unaware of the unspeakable forces gathering just outside its suburbs. Lights faded and winked out, as millions of tiny furs got up from the couch, scratched themselves inappropriately, deposited their used dishes, crumpled coke cans, and burned out cigarette stubs in the trash before switching off the television and stumbling toward their beds, in most cases certain of a peaceful and relaxing sleep and a late rising on the morn. None of them knew, none of them could possibly know, that their destruction waited restlessly in the deep shadows of the night.

None of them, with one notable exception.

A tiny silver dragoness, often overlooked by most, or dismissed just as quickly, darted from hall to window-sill, doorway to broken-down awning, hiding in the nooks and crannies of downtown’s dim and dingy alleyways. The little gutter-rat stood barely two feet tall, smaller than most children, but hir clothing and the way shi carried herself suggested a bit higher estimation of hir age.

Hir appearance also suggested fear, in great quantities. Not the fear of someone mistreated or abused by other furs, shi had gotten used to that. No, the fear of prey trapped in the gaze of its predator played itself over hir tiny muzzle. Or perhaps the fear of seeing something end, because of actions you set in place thoughtlessly, an age and a half ago.

Behind the diminutive dragoness, a shadow grows over the city, the outline of a massive paw, blocking out the moonlight as it descends to settle strangely silently upon the silicon and steel jungle. Massive talons flex, sinews rippling as delicate scales a dozen meters wide burry an entire block beneath their weight, a rippling shockwave spreading throughout downtown, windows shattering, car alarms blaring, lights bursting into bright life, the city coming alive with panic in every direction, while a flattened crater is all that remains of what once was a solid square of bustling cityscape. Mere heartbeats later, a second paw settles to the earth nearly a mile away, then a third...

Shira didn’t look back. The little silver dragoness knew what shi’d see if shi did. If you looked closely you could see tears draining down hir muzzle, as shi ran. “Damnit Shiveneve, why?”

“Because you want me to.” Hir voice rippled out over the forest of brick and metal, the shadows above the city resolving into the form of a second silver dragoness, as massive as hir fleeing counterpart was not. The giantess slowly folded hir wings as shi settled fully to the ground, hir considerable weight dimpling the earth into craters where each of hir paws had landed. “Because deep down, I’m a part of you, and you know you want this.”

Shira shivered, biting back hir unspoken denial. The silver spoke a truth shi couldn’t argue against. Yes, shi did want this, badly. And shi had begged, pleaded for the power to make it happen, a long time ago.

Imagine if you will spending your entire life looking up at the world around you, from the vantage of a few feet tall. Imagine how you would be treated, not as an adult, but as an overgrown and precious child at best. At worst, as a plaything, a toy for others to manipulate, to take advantage of because of your size. In a world of predators, the small were marked as prey, maybe not in the literal sense, but mentally, even physically at times. To them you don’t exist, or you do exist and are somehow, less than they. Imagine if you had the power to make all that change.

The tiny Shira continued to flee from the nightmare shi had created with that first wish. Shi would show them, shi would strike back! And shi had, with a manifestation of everything that shi was not.

The titanic dragoness purred as shi took a moment to survey the city at hir feet. “You always pick cities, I wonder why. Are you that perverse that you want the most people to suffer for your perceived inadequacies?” Shi takes a step, another city block reduced to ashes, savoring the silent screams the sleeping victims of hir violence don’t even have time to make. Of course, by now the rest of the city is waking up, and they will have time to scream. In fear, in agony, the cries of prey, at the talons of the greatest predator to ever walk this earth.

Yes, shi knows how they feel, the two-foot tall dragoness giving a shiver as each ripple of moment from the massive dragoness causes the concrete beneath hir furiously racing footpads to vibrate. They had done the same to hir, long ago. Shi had put a stop to it, and started again. But some things never change.

“More than some things, Shira. Indeed all of history is destined to repeat itself. They cannot change their nature, nor can you change yours. Or do you deny that you find this... arousing.” Hir shrill laugh shook the skies, the dragoness purring as shi slowly sat back upon hir tail, smashing a square kilometer of urban metropolis into finely powdered dust. A forepaw lifted from the broken streets to stroke at the pinkening underscales just north of hir tailhole, soon resolving themselves into a pair of scaled slits. “So many possibilities, when you are the predator, no longer the prey.”

Digusted at herself, Shira realized that in fact, shi did find this arousing. Even as the giant dragoness teased hir massive sexuality, the substantially smaller creature heard the cries of terror rising from the city all around hir, and found hir own sexuality stirring. Shi was causing this; it was hir power that brought the creature here. And still shi wept, it was hir power that condemned them all to death.

“But why bother with that? They treated you as insects, and now I will avenge you, tiny one. Take pleasure in that, if indeed, you can avoid it.” Shiveneve’s maleness begin to reveal itself, stretching forth, throbbing, from the northern-most slit. The gigantic appendage speared for the sky, already as thick as a freight train, and drooling drops of pre the size of swimming pools. Shi had spread hir legs, giving the city beneath hir a view of hir awesome femslit as well, before shi ground them into paste as shi pleasured herself by humping their beloved homes into dust, crying out lustfully.

Shira reeled as a sudden sensation arced through hir femininity, tossing hir against the side of an alley wall as if a physical force had struck hir broadside. The cursed bitch of a macro had probably struck a power line with that thrust, sending a jolt of pleasure through the link shi shared with the smaller dragoness. Panting, Shira tried to struggle to hir feet, but an invisible hand pawed at hir maleness, as shi felt the oddly thrilling sensation of a thousand tiny creatures crushed beneath hir femsex.

“Yesss... we both enjoy this, what a delight to have found a kindred spirit, one to fill my mind with fantasies for me to force upon this sinful world.” By now the night had shattered, torn apart by lust and a strength it could not reckon with. Tiny furs filled the streets, in panic, fear, or sheer wonder, not knowing or knowing all too well the danger come suddenly upon them, seeming so unreal. Shi would make it real to them.

Shiveneve reached out and swiped hir forepaw through a high-rise complex, glass, steel, concrete, all as naught but tissue paper to hir rending talons, collecting a mixture of life and death in hir grasp. Mangled but still living furs were treated to the site of a dragoncock large enough to wear the moon as a condom, before being ground into pulp along the rigid flesh.

Shira felt every last one of their deaths, as surely as if hir own paw had inflicted them. But hadn’t shi? Wasn’t shi the one responsible for all of this? No time for remorse, for even now shi felt the earth beneath hir ripple again, as hir counterpart decided to speed things up a bit, hir cock now pulsing as shi began to thrust.

The earth rippled, cars tossed through the air, buildings buckling, furs flying as a seismic force pulverized them, radiating outward from the giant dragoness and hir insatiable sexuality, pounding hir cock into the very foundations of downtown, thrusting against the sprawling city as shi would a reluctant lover, wanton rapine, without purpose or deliberation but just as effective as a thousand demolition crews. Hir size was enough; shi needed nothing more than hir own primal urges to take this cruel city, with its unfeeling, uncaring population down to bedrock.

Shira felt each thrust, even as the alley around hir began to disintegrate with the rest of the city, all shi could do is writhe and gasp as pleasure filled hir every sense. Until at last the massive dragoness climaxed, and the tiny silver felt hir orgasm overcome hir. The last of the city toppling as shi collapsed to the ground.

After the dust cleared, no more sirens, no more cries of panic or fear, rose up from the twisted metal around hir. Picking hir two-foot form up out of the rubble which stretched as far as the eye could see, shi almost wished the buildings alongside that alleyway had collapsed directly atop hir. At least then this would never happen again.

Of the massive dragoness there was no sign. Of course, there never was. From whence shi came or where shi departed to after shi finished her rampages, Shira had never been able to find out. Shi wished that shi had never made that first fatal wish, to revenge hirself upon an uncaring world. Shi wished, no, she hoped, that the furs in the next city would treat hir nicely so this would never happen again. Drying the last of hir tears, shi set off to find a new home, depressed by the realization that neither of her wishes were very realistic.

Some things never change.

Tainted Bronze

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A bit dark compared to some of my work, perhaps, but I still like it. Timanth - a bronze dragon - has his wicked way with me. And while I'm not supposed to enjoy myself, I do anyway...

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Shira squeaked in fear as shi was picked up by the bronze dragon, who chuckled cruelly at hir attempts to squirm out of his grip. "Oh, what's wrong Shira?" He mused, dangling the little dragoness by the tail before his snout, his hot, humid breath washing over hir, "I thought you liked it rough! And with the way you made me chase you, you deserve to be punished." Without giving the herm a chance to reply, he dropped hir to the ground, hir tiny form bouncing with the impact against the earth below, the soft, cool grass helping to cushion hir fall.

Before Shira could react, a massive hindpaw filled hir view, blocking out light as it came down atop hir, pinning hir to the ground. He positioned it so hir muzzled remained between his toes, which rubbed against hir snout and filled the air around hir with his potent paw-musk, while giving hir a clear view of his emerging malehood above. "You... never are... gentle... Timanth..." shi gasped, squirming against the paw, trying to at least make hirself comfortable, the soft earth doing little to help support the many, many tons of dragon atop hir.

"Awww, thanks," Timanth replied, shifting a little more weight onto Shira, crushing the air from hir, but not causing any real damage, yet. "I'll let you choose your fate, since I'm feeling generous. Either start licking my paw clean, or end up as a bloody stain beneath it." He grinned as he saw Shira's eyes go wide. "better get started, if you want to live. They haven't been cleaned in months so I'm sure you'll love the taste. And make sure to get between my toes, too." He paused to squeeze them tightly around Shira's head, making hir squirm frantically. "You wouldn't want to miss a spot, would you?"

Deciding that now was not a good time to press hir luck, Shira began licking at the paw even as shi remained trapped between those two toes, hoping to appease the dragon that held sway over hir very life. Shi tried to ignore that the paw shi had been ordered to clean was the size of a house; shi just started working over his scales, wincing a bit at the taste. Timanth was right in guessing that shi liked a paw's taste, but this was so potent it nearly overwhelmed hir, the taste even further amplified by the equally-potent scent around hir and practically intoxicating hir, filling every breath shi took.

Rumbling deeply, Timanth relaxed and leaned back, letting his little captive do hir job. He kept his toes spread so Shira could work between them, occasionally squeezing hir tightly in place to remind hir what would happen if shi failed to please him. Once finished between his toes, shi began working beneath his vast sole, practically vanishing beneath him, his paw just far enough from the ground for hir to work beneath as shi crawled around on hir back. Timanth began to stroke himself, fully enjoying the attention from the tiny herm beneath his paw, how he could make hir struggle with just a small fraction of his weight, and how he could crush hir with a single twitch and end hir very existence.

Working slowly yet steadily, Shira eventually made hir way all the way to his heel, after devoting plenty of attention to the ball of Timanth's foot, and the arched that towered over hir like a cathedral ceiling; a cathedral to the cruel, god-like power he held over hir. Despite hir life being in danger, Shira was rather enjoying hirself as well, occasionally humping against the paw above hir, while trying not to make hir arousal obvious. By the time shi was finished with his paw, shi was painfully close to orgasm, hir maleness pulsing with need, and femsex soaking hir scales.

Noticing his plaything's arousal, Timanth grinned down at hir, one paw still stroking along his shaft. "Enjoying yourself as well, hmm? Maybe we can help one another then," he chuckled, using his free paw to grab Shira roughly, taking the minuscule dragoness between two fingers, before pressing hir body feet-first into the tip of his cock, leaving only hir chest ,arms, and head exposed. "Squirm, little one," Timanth commanded, his deep voice vibrating his shaft around hir tiny form, while Shira struggled to try pull hirself free of his throbbing member.

Timanth hadn't stopped stroking himself for a moment, even as he put Shira into position; he merely slowed down to give himself a chance to press hir into his shaft and soon resumed his previous pace. Each time his paw moved downward, his cocktip flared open slightly, the tiny herm trapped there getting drawn slowly inside his length; each time he stroked upward Shira was squeezed tightly, making it impossible for hir to gain any ground. Soon shi was completely within him, hir squirming form pressed right against his most sensitive nerves, making him twitch and growl with pleasure.

As shi was squeezed and pulled even deeper inside, the slick flesh inside Timanth's cock rubbed right against hir own shaft, sending pleasure through hir form as well. Shi was naught but a sex toy to this dragon, yet still was aroused by the mistreatment from hir keeper, his pleasure seeming only to increase hir own, despite his arousal coming from abusing hir. Shi still wriggled within his length, trying to hump against the walls around hir, feeling both hir and Timanth's climax building. His stroking came faster and harder, paw occasionally catching hir and squeezing with crushing force; only the firm cockflesh around hir kept hir from becoming a smear within him.

With a deafening roar, Timanth climaxed, the pulsing of his cock sending Shira over the edge with him. Hir climax was lost to his, though, as gallons of seed geysered forth, shooting Shira far into the air. The little dragoness could see nothing but white around hir, completely disoriented as shi tumbled through the air, until shi landed with bone-jarring force against the ground, still getting battered by the torrential outflowing of his seed. Shi passed into unconsciousness, his cum filling all of hir senses as shi blacked out.

Once he came down from his peak, Timanth growled deeply, once he realized he'd lost his plaything. "Maybe I shouldn't have picked a white," he muttered to himself, looking down at the puddle of his seed. He grinned again as he thought of how to find hir, and to punish hir for enjoying this so much. Taking his still semi-erect member in paw, he relieved his other need, pussing into the pool of seed. The sudden burst of warm, acidic fluid woke Shira with a start, the herm coughing and sputtering as shi put hir paws up to try stop the golden waterfall, though shi was unable to stop hirself from being thoughly marked and drenched, some even making its way into hir muzzle from the sheer pressure with which it hit hir, nearly breaking bones.

"There you are," he mused darkly, looking down at the soaked dragoness, too battered to even move. Shira panted as shi looked up at the dragon towering over hir once again, this time unable to make an escape, not that shi got very far last time shi made Timanth chase hir down. "I changed my mind about the rules of this little game," he said, glancing right down at hir, "I think I'll just crush you anyway. Make sure you crunch nicely when I flatten you, okay?" Unable to draw enough breath to even squeak something in reply, Shira was helpless to his whims, his other, still-filthy paw coming down atop hir, pinning hir into the ground. Though it had been softened slightly by all the fluids, shi was still quite uncomfortable under all that wait.

Sighing contently, Timanth began to stroke himself again as he felt the dragoness squirming underpaw, increasing the pressure on hir until Shira was sure shi was going to burst, then releasing it slightly only to press back down onto hir again. Many of Shira's bones were straining with the pressure, even bending and warping, but nothing truly damaged yet. Above, Timanth began to stroke faster and faster, pressing down harder on Shira, only the slight deforming and the softness of the ground keeping hir alive now, as shi wriggled desperately, unable to even breathe under all that pressure. The bronze could feel hir erection pressing against his paw even now, as Shira seemed aroused by the thought of even hir own death.

Roaring again, Timanth once again went over the edge, his paw quickly crushing down atop Shira, causing hir to crunch wetly beneath him, popping in a fraction of a second. As he rode his orgasm, he ground his foot against the ground, grinding Shira into a completely unrecognizable mess, even hir tiny scales getting stained so they no longer would seem white. There was no chance at all anyone or anything would ever recognize hir remains, not that anything would ever bother looking in a puddle of cum for hir. After coming off his peak, and realizing that his plaything had been crushed into oblivion, Timanth rose his paw up and gave one last stomp onto Shira's remains, splattering them, making absolutely sure shi'd never be recognized. Then he walked off, grinning to himself, sexually satisfied for now. It wouldn't be long before he'd want another micro to sate him, though...

Sersar #05 - Submission

"Although I had a dreamless sleep that night, waking itself was my nightmare now. I don't remember exactly where or when I fell asleep, but I woke at dawn once again, to find myself surrounded by near-darkness. A deep breath was enough to confirm my surroundings, as was the soft, pillowy surface I found... my captor had placed me in his sheath for the night. Though I managed to peek my head out to confirm it was morning, I could not escape with the way his body was curled up, leaving me surrounded by his presence until he awoke and chose to acknowledge me again.

"I still don't know what came over me... perhaps I was just desperate and wanted to get out... perhaps his scent - strong in the air around me, given my position - was clouding my judgment... but I went back into his sheath and tried to rouse him, both physically and sexually. I rubbed myself against his soft flesh, and felt it stirring against me, pressing me back out towards the entrance of his sheath, even from my first efforts."

He pauses and takes a deep breath, looking down for a moment, "I am still a bit ashamed, but once again grew aroused from pleasuring someone many times my size, my own erection growing against his. I knew it was the same dragon from the previous day, just from the scent, but I found myself wanting more; I wanted another taste. I can't explain it; I just wanted it, more than anything else, in that moment. Nothing else seemed to matter.

"My efforts were being rewarded, as I was pressed free of the dragon's sheath, but I realized one problem with my plan: if I did not have enough room to simply crawl out, why did I think I would have room to ride his erection free? It was a few moments later that I found myself pressed against his stomach by his growing shaft, pinned firmly in place even as I tried to squirm free or arouse him further. My ribs were aching from the pressure, and my body felt like it was about to break... then I heard a low rumbling and everything shifted around me, as the dragon uncurled himself and I fell to the ground, next to his belly, with the tip of his length just above my head.

"I was free, but I was also unsure what I wanted to do. I was almost painfully aroused and did not want to leave myself frustrated either, so I continued to stroke his erection with one paw, my other on my own. Yet, somehow, it didn't seem right to do even that, like I shouldn't think of my own pleasure, only focusing on arousing another. It took a few moments to decide what I wanted to do next, but I soon jumped up and hugged around his length, pressing my front against it, including my erection. I used my entire body to stroke him, much like he had used me for previously, but entirely under my own power.

"It was like some bizarre exercise, as I pulled myself back and forward using my arms, my legs helping me brace myself on the log-like shaft, as I was just barely able to wrap myself around the thick length. Though I didn't know how long I could keep this up for, I was willing to do it long as I could, the aching between my legs building, even as the larger dragon's pre spilled forth. I glanced up to see he was still sleeping, and I couldn't help but wonder what effect I was having on his dreams, given his arousal.

"Given how events had been, I should have known that things wouldn't stay perfect forever. I lost myself in pleasuring him, only to find he wasn't lost in dreams the next time I glanced up at his muzzle. He grinned down at me and licked his muzzle, rubbing me with a finger when I paused to stare. 'Don't stop,' he mrrred at me, 'It was starting to feel good.' I didn't need another command, though I didn't know if fear or arousal was driving me now, as I felt both quite strongly. Regardless, I went on with the task of pleasuring the titan, as he laid back and growled in pleasure, while I growled with exertion, as I was nearing my limits.

"A few moments later, I collapsed in exhaustion, but only after the dragon had finally reached his peak, his seed shooting clear up to his chest as he lay there. I was too tired to climax, myself, but at least I had finished him off. I was happy for that much. The dragon moved a claw under me and deftly rolled me over into his paw, giving me a long, slow lick, tasting himself on me and grinning. 'You might like the rest of our little group, slut,' he mrrred, 'We always need someone to help us... relieve our tensions after a long, hard day...'

"With a chuckle he put me on the ground and pinned me with a toe, licking his muzzle in anticipation. 'Will you submit, insect? Be mine, and anyone else's who wishes to use you? Just nod as I doubt I'd ever hear your pathetic squeaking.' Those words will forever echo through my mind, as all I could do was nod slowly, sealing my fate, to be his for as long as he wished to keep me. How long that would be, I couldn't know, but as I'd already found out a single day could seem like an eternity..."

Sersar #01 - Apocalypse

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Warning: This is probably not something you want to read if you're squeamish, dislike extreme fetishist sexual material, or cannot stand macro-based things. This is easily the most sadistic and cruel story I've ever written, and I only write this sort of thing when I am in a very specific mood. I started writing this to explore some of the darker kinks I've taken an interest in over the years, and it may or may not be continued, if the mood strikes me. No further warnings about the contents will be given...

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"So, you want to know my past..." The un-winged dragon says, shaking his head, "Well, it's no fairy tale. But, you asked, and I have no right to deny anyone's request. So I suppose I'll tell you, but don't say I didn't warn you about this...

"It started about... a year ago? It might have been closer to two by now. Regardless, it seems like it's been a hellacious eternity. One that I can only wish would end. Back when I actually had a home, I was the guardian of the entire tribe. My memory from that far back is fuzzy, but I do remember a ceremony, and a tradition... I apparently was destined for the job.

"The job was easy, really. Occasionally some wild dogs or something would give us a hard time, but that was really about it. We were 'allies of everyone, enemies of none', as we liked to say. I was the only defense we had; I was the only defense we needed. We had it easy, since we got everything from trade... perhaps too easy. Maybe that day was just punishment for us getting so much for doing so little. I don't know, not that knowing would make the reality any less dismal.

"When... it... came, the day was just another ordinary day up until then. A few clouds were up in the sky, but other than that, the weather was perfect. I was out on patrol, doing my best to stay out of sight, on the off-chance something did happen. That's when I heard a sound like the distant thunder. I looked up at the sky for some sign of an approaching storm, but there was nothing for me to see. I would have dismissed it if I didn't hear it again. Then again, louder.

"I was about to run back and tell someone when I felt the ground starting to rumble from that thunder. I still couldn't see out of the cover very well, as I was in the forests near the village, but I knew something was very wrong. Nothing natural could ever cause something like that. Soon the rumbling was enough to knock me off my feet, too harsh for me to even try to stand up. Whatever this was, there was no way I was going to get away from it now.

"That's when I saw the shadow of something pass overhead. It looked... somehow familiar. Almost like... no, it couldn't be one of us dragons, I thought, staring up at the shadow. Through the cover of the trees, though, all I could see was a shape, and darkness. It soon passed, and the rumbling grew quieter... I realized that whatever that thing was, it was heading for our village, and I had to stop it. I flew quickly as I could, but it got there long before I could.

"By the time I got there, I was shocked at the sight... a quarter of the village - my home - was in ruins, buildings reduced to litlte more than splinters at some unearthly force. I continued to look, and saw craters in the ground, most of which had at least one of my people in it, and some had several. That's when I looked up further, and saw the cause of the mayhem.

"I... knew, somehow, he was one of us, or had been, just from that shadow. But I hadn't realized he was now a towering one-hundred-fifty feet tall, twenty-five times larger than the average member of our tribe. To him, we were less than three inches tall. We were insects. And he apparently was enjoying the thought, as I noticed his erection between his legs, easily twice the size of any of us on the ground below.

"When I looked back to the ground below and watched his steps, I noticed just how deliberate he was being, making sure every time he placed a foot onto the ground, someone or something was crushed into oblivion beneath it. I could feel the ground shaking with each stomp. I could hear the screams of people having their life crushed out of them I could almost taste the blood and fear of my people even from the distance I was standing at..." The dragon pauses and growls, "I should have done something. Anything. At least gotten myself killed then, if not save the people.

"But I was entranced. I watched, unable to do anything but stare wide-eyed as he continued to crush buildings, people, some of the blood spilling into the lake, our main source of water. He continued to stroke himself. a bit of pre coming from the tip of his shaft, though he grinned as another idea came to mind. He positioned himself so his tip was pointing right at the few buildings remaining, with several people hidden within. I stepped forward a bit, watching, expecting him to climax and coat the buildings in white.

"However... he had other ideas, I soon realized. The buildings were soon washed away, but not in a flood of white, but gold. He simply urinated upon what was left standing, and drowned those few that were still alive, giving them a hot, stinging bath before their air ran out. That's when I noticed the grin on his face, and that he was looking right at me... the hot stream was aiming right for me, and soon hit me in the chest, sending me backwards as I tried to avoid the fate of the others.

"I quickly learned he had other plans. The flow stopped before the level of fluid could get above my head, though I was allowed to stay there for several moments as he walked closer, thunderous steps shaking me to my bones... I tried to move, but the heat was relaxing my muscles too much to even allow me to shift about, much less try to get away. He continued to grin even as he walked closer, then placed one of his bloodstained toes atop me, pressing down slowly.

"Though I was hoping for death, there was... something about this... something... unusual. I started to lick the blood off of the toe, letting out sounds I didn't even know I could make. It was like I'd been given an unspoken order to, but was willing." He shudders at that, "This day is still too clear in my mind. I can still taste the blood of the ones he crushed, mixed with the other tastes of earth, and even of the 'pool' I was laying in.

"He waited until I had finished that one toe, then pulled the entire foot away, letting me see that evil grin of his again, past his erection. He moved his foot down my body, pressing that toe on my chest, than stomach, just letting me feel its presence. As he rubbed down between my legs, though, the unusual feelings I had were quickly explained... I too was fully erect, and he rubbed that toe firmly up and down my length, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

"Did I actually enjoy the sight before me? Had I just gone insane from witnessing perhaps five hundred of my kind die? Perhaps. I still don't know. I do know that he seemed to like tormenting me with it, stroking me using that single toe. I didn't resist, and soon found myself thrusting into his movements, growling in pleasure. I climaxed quickly, and harder than I ever had before, sending every drop of my thick, hot seed against the toe.

"I could tell he was waiting for that, then moved his toe back over my face again, again silently demanding I clean it. I did, growling in pleasure at the taste, with his foot's scent changing the taste to something unique... exotic... I loved it. I wanted more of that taste, though there was no way I'd ever be able to offer more seed myself.

"Panting for breath, I closed my eyes, trying to recover my energy. I was spent after that. The giant had other plans, though, and I could feel myself being lifted into the air. Only when I felt myself pressed against something hard and hot did I open my eyes. He had pressed me against his hot length, throbbing with arousal... I started licking madly at it, as my head was pressed near his tip, causing him to let out a soft growl of pleasure.

"His other hand moved to stroke his shaft quickly, though he was almost careful with me. Occasionally his strokes forced my face closer to his tip, until I eventually found my muzzle pressed right into it, though I was free to pull back to breathe as I needed. I lost all track of time then. I don't know if this continued for a matter of seconds or the rest of the day.

"The next thing I can recall is hearing a sound like a storm from hell itself rushing by, as the titan climaxed, right onto my face, filling my muzzle instantly. He cupped his hand behind me, trapping me in place, coating me with his seed.. I could feel it flowing even into my lungs as I was covered, and knew that this would be the end.

"I was fading fast... That's when I heard the voice, almost like a breeze... the words were all incomphrensible, though I could feel some ancient power in them, something that most beings had forgotten aeons ago. I could hear just one word clearly before I passed into unconsciousness, embracing what I hoped was death... 'Sssearrrrssssarrrrr...' it said. Sersar. Since I can't even remember what name I had back before that day, I took it as my own name."

The Capture

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A bit different than some of the stuff I write now, in that it's actually predominantly not macro/micro-oriented, but it was quite enjoyable writing this anyway. Written in the second-person for someone I, unfortunately, am no longer in touch with, it's meant to be enjoyed as if it's happening to you, assuming this is your thing. Can't think of much more to say, other than "Enjoy."

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You wake up, groggy, with a dull ache in the back of your head. As you try to move, you feel your paws chained to the wall. Slowly, memories of earlier that day return, still blurred, but enough to explain your current situation. There was... something that passed by, then something hit your head, knocking you unconscious. It wasn't painful - you remember that much - but everything else seems distant, like a fading dream.

The room you're in has just one window; the evening sun shining through it is the only light. Other than the sound of waves, there is silence. You can't see anything but the sky through the window, but you guess you're on the coastline somewhere. But where is somewhere? It doesn't really matter, you decide, slowly drifting off into sleep again...

You're awakened by the sound of a door opening, but it's far too dark to see, now that the room's completely dark. A small anthro-tiger, maybe five feet tall, walks in with a lantern, bringing the light toward you. "Cap'n! We gonna do da usual t' this 'un?" That's when you notice another form in the shadows, standing near the door.

You can't tell who or what it is, but it looks much bigger than the tiger. All you can see is a small flame on its... tail?

"No..." a deep voice rumbles, "I have other things in mind for this one... please, put out the light."

"Aye, Captain," the tiger says. With that, the lantern is extinguished, and the sound of the door closing is the only sign that the tiger has left. Now, you're alone with who- or whatever has that flame. A deep chuckle comes from across the room as the creature walks toward you, the fire on its tail still burning bright in the darkness.

The creature walks casually, swinging the flame-tipped tail idly as it comes closer. Once within a few feet, the tail moves in front of you, letting you see what was standing before you. It's an anthrodragon, a good two feet taller than you are, with bright red-orange scales. Judging from the look of the dragon – who isn't wearing any clothes – it's a he. And he looks powerful; stronger than you are, at least. "So," he says, a smirk on his muzzle, "Comfortable? I do hope you'll enjoy what's next as much as I will." He re-lights the lantern with his tail, the eerie light keeping it only bright enough for you to see him without the fire on his tail lighting his body.

He places a hand on your face, gently stroking your muzzle. "My name's Charassor," he says, "And do you know why you're here? Never mind, you'll find out soon enough." He kneels in front of you, looking over your body for a moment. "So... a herm..." he muses, the tone definitely hinting at something. But what, exactly, you can't quite put a claw on. He stands back up and slips something over your face, a muzzle of some kind, clamping it shut.

"Now, you're going to do what I say. Got it?" Without waiting for you answer – not that you could answer him right now – he undoes the bonds holding you to the wall, letting you move freely again, except for you muzzle. But before you get too comfortable, something pulls your head upwards, forcing you to look back up into Charassor's fire-red eyes. Remembering his warning, you decide not to resist, especially since it looks like he's strong enough to break you in half if he tried.

Charassor presses himself against you, softly mrrring. It isn't long before something hard begins to come out of his sheath, growing longer my the minute. He pulls on your 'leash' every so often, looking down into your eyes. Once his cock reaches its full length, Charassor slowly moves lower on your back, then presses his cock against your tailhole, forcing himself inside you. "Oh, yesss..." he growls as he thrusts inside you, a pleased smile on his face. He wraps his arms around you in a hug from behind, pinning your arms to your sides, as he continues for a while, his growls slowly growing louder and deeper.

But as Charassor's cock is buried deep inside you, you feel your own arousal starting to grow. You cock now comes forth, but Charassor's 'hug' keeps you from doing anything. It doesn't take long for Charassor to notice, though, as he slowly moves his right hand down your body, keeping hold of your muzzle's leash in his left. Even through your muzzle, you manage a muffled moan as he places his hand on your shaft and begins stroking it to its full length, teasing the tip with his thumb.

You lock eyes with Charassor as he pulls on the leash again, but there's something in his eyes, an unspoken message. They seem to claim you as his, and his alone. His growling continues to grow louder as he feel his pre inside you. The light grows brighter as Charassor's climax comes closer, the flame on his tail becoming a raging fire. His movement is quicker now, both as he thrusts inside you and rubs your cock, smiling as he feels your pre on his paw.

It takes only a few more moments for Charassor to climax, sending waves of his hot seed into you. As he tenses, you feel yourself go over the edge, peaking in the same moment. He just stands behind you for a moment, savoring the feeling, before he withdraws from you, then licks your seed of his hand. "Yes, I thought you'd be useful," he mrrrs, leading you back to the wall. But, this time, he doesn't tie you back to the wall; he just releases your muzzle. "Something tells me you don't want to leave. I'm sure you'll want to do this again..." He smiles, gently caressing your face. "It's been a long time since I've found such an eager partner..." The happy glow on his face fades as he continues.

"I remember my first mate," he says with a sigh, "We were together every moment we could be. I loved him so... but, one day, he took ill. We tried to save him but..." As he pauses, you notice a single tear running down his right check. "You remind me of him so – your looks, your likes... Please, stay, I beg of you, at least for this night..." He hugs you as he waits for your answer. You think about it for a moment, then decide there would be no harm in staying; you enjoyed tonight anyway. You nod. Charassor hugs you again as he sees the nod, thanking you for staying. "I'll personally make sure you're provided for. Until morning..." He embraces you in a kiss, then walks out, leaving you alone for the night, with only your thoughts for company.

As the lantern light flickers in the darkness, reminding you of the dragon's flaming tail, you keep thinking back to what Charassor demanded from you, and how his demands seemed to pleasure you as much as they pleased him. And his offer, to stay as a lover, seems almost too enjoyable. As you curl up to sleep for the night, you can't help but wonder how long it is until morning, and Charassor's next visit...

The next morning

You're again awakened by the sound of someone coming through the door; this time, the morning sun lets you see who it is clearly. You're slightly disappointed that it isn't Charassor, but it is another anthrodragon. This one is a lot smaller than Charassor; he couldn't be more than three feet tall. His scales are indigo-blue, his wings are just a little lighter than that. You notice is long tail, half again as long as he is tall, trailing behind him. And his wings seem quite large for a dragon his size, easily seven feet long from tip-to-tip as he stretches them out.

"Good morning," he says, "I'm Altair. Charassor told me to take care of you while he's out for the morning, so I thought I'd bring you breakfast." You smile back down at Altair as he sets your meal before you, then sits down nearby. "I... I hope you don't mind if I stay, do you?" As you shake your head no, his scales seem to shift to a slightly lighter shade of blue than they were a moment ago.

As you eat, Altair starts telling you about himself. "I've only been on Charassor's crew for a little while, compared to some of the people here, but we've gotten along really well. I joined his sailing crew because I wanted to meet new people, and to see the world. I guess it worked, since he's letting me see you now..." he reaches over and gently scritches your leg, smiling affectionately up at you. There's something special about him, something you feel with him that you didn't quite feel from Charassor last night. As much as you enjoyed it, you wonder for a moment if Altair would ever do anything with you. Something tells you he feels the same, as he tenderly strokes your leg and smiles.

When you finish eating, Altair picks up the dished and turns to leave. But, he looks back and says, "I... hope I'll see you again." As he walks out, you feel the same. He seemed friendly enough, and there was just something about him, something that made you wish he would stay. Above, you hear a sudden roar of noise, as if something had happened. You hear the door quickly being thrown open as Altair comes back in. "Charassor... he... just come with me!" You follow him as he flies through the corridors, leading you up to the surface, and Charassor.

You see Charassor standing on a large rock, looking out over the crowd, with another dragon at his side. "Everyone!" he roars to get the attention of the crowd, his tail-flame burning brightly, "After searching the islands, I've found my mate once more!" He stops to hug him, a few embers flying from his tail. "Now that I've found what I've been searching for, I want you all to do the same! Go, and follow your dreams!" The crowd cheers as Charassor takes off with his mate, the two going inland to be alone together.

Altair gently strokes your leg – he couldn't reach any higher even if he wanted to – drawing your attention. "Looks like he won't be back for a while. He can be gone for days at a time..." He leads you back down to your room, talking the rest of the way down. Then he sits back down with you, apparently wanting to continue the conversation. "So... have you ever... been in love?" he asks, and you notice him turn a few shades redder as he blushes.

You shake your head no; you've never really felt close to anyone before. Usually you end up alone. It's been getting to you lately, actually, but Altair, this small, color-changing dragon; there just seems to be something about him. You gently reach down and rub his wings, causing Altair to mrrr softly and smile at the touch. Altair stretches out his tail and rubs it against your arm as you caress his wings, trying to return the favor. He seems to enjoy your company as much as you enjoy his, at least until a loud crashing sound outside and a piercing, feminine voice shrieking, "Altair, help me!" interrupts you.

"Excuse me..." Altair says, grumbling under his breath. He comes back a few minutes later, but he isn't three feet tall anymore; he's only about two inches in height. "I needed to help her. She's friendly, but..." he pauses as he catches the surprised look on your face. You know you can't just be imagining this, but how did he shrink? "Let me guess, you're wondering what happened to me. Well, I know some magic, and changing my size is my favorite thing to do. Besides, I kind of like being this size, even if it is a little small at times."

That explains it. You wonder what other abilities Altair might have, but decide not to ask. He affectionately scritches your side as you sit down again, giving you a bit of a hug by stretching his wings out around you. He acts like he's done this before – he did say he liked being that size, after all. Altair continues for a while, but then says, "I'm getting hungry. Would you like me to get you some lunch?" You nod, even if you are still a little full from breakfast.

Altair flies off and returns about twenty minutes later with a fairly small lunch compared to the breakfast he brought, but no less delicious looking. He had grown to a few feet tall to carry the food, but returns to 2" tall once he puts the food down. "Do you mind if I have a little bit of that?" he asks, moving a small portion of his side of the plate with his wings. He seems fairly creative, you think, and wonder what else he's come up with as an adaptation to his size. You talk over lunch, exchanging your life's stories.

Altair, it turns out, wasn't brought to this world by choice, but eventually made a home for himself. He decided to join up with Charassor and sail around the oceans because he's always wanted to explore. Though one storm left him stranded on an island for a while, even that sounded like a fairly enjoyable experience. "There's always something more out there; I feel like I want to keep looking for something... it's almost like something's missing, but I never can find it..." he takes one look into your eyes, then glances away, like he wants to say something, but doesn't know how.

You gently place your tailtip on his shoulder, stroking him with it. He slowly turns back around and looks up at you again, smiling softly. "I don't know what it is about you," he says, reaching up to hug your tail, "But I feel relaxed around you, so comfortable, like I've known you for ages. Anyway, would you like to take a look around? It's not like we're keeping you prisoner." He opens the door, and you follow him out.

The complex is labyrinthine, but Altair seems to know the way around. He leads you thought just about everything interesting, eventually taking you outside. It's late afternoon now; Altair grows to about three-quarters of your size and takes a lantern from someone else on the crew and lights it before you go any further. "There's one last thing I want to show you," he says, walking away from the complex. A few minutes later he stops, for no obvious reason. "Look around," he says, holding up the lantern for you to see.

Nightfall

You see that Altair's led you to the beach; the ocean waves lap against the sand on one side, trees rustle idly in the breeze on the other. The stars are just starting to come out, and the moon is peeking over the eastern horizon. "Charassor would bring me here from time time to time," Altair says, sitting down and looking into the moon for a moment before turning back towards you. "There's nobody else around, if you want to... um... you know..."

Altair's turns a few shades redder as he blushes while stumbling over his words. But what he can't stay in words, he does instead, gently rubbing his tail against yours, and smiling as he hears your soft cry of contentment. "There... there's one thing I've always wanted to try..." he says, "M... may I?" You nod in consent; you were hoping he would ask. He stands up and gives you a hug, smiling back up into your eyes. You feel him trying to pull you down as he hugs, so you decide to go along with it, taking you and Altair down to the white sands.

With a soft chuckle, Altair caresses you, gently running his paws across your chest and down your body. Then he takes one paw and begins to massage the area around your sheath, gradually drawing out your cock. You notice his scales are slowly reddening as his own arousal comes forth. He looks back up at your face, then slides down your body and draws your cock into his mouth, suckling on it softly and stroking it with his long, slender tongue. Slowly, he turns and lays atop you, his own member just in front of your muzzle.

You give Altair's cock a cautious lick, causing him to mrrr with pleasure. He continues to suck on your arousal, enjoying your own pleasured sounds. You feel him moving his long, agile tail back down your body, stroking your side with it. He eventually moves it all the way past his head, slowly rubbing it along the base of your shaft, then working it inside your feminine opening, mrring a bit louder as he feels the slick surfaces around his tail. He moves his tail around inside you slowly, teasingly, enjoying every sound and move you make.

Altair's cock hardens fully now, and you take his idea and begin to suck it in the same way he does yours. He lets out a soft growl as you do, giving your cocktip a lick with his tongue and getting a taste of your pre. He shivers with pleasure as your warmth combines with his to overtake the coolness of the night, and your scent begins to fill the air. Ad all the time, he continues to move his tail inside you and tenderly lick at your shaft, driven on by your sounds of pleasure.

It's too much for you to resist as you quickly reach your climax, your peak drawing Altair's as well. He drinks your seed as it fills his muzzle, growling happily at the taste. Once you've recovered slightly, he turns around again, looking deep into your eyes. "That was wonderful... I had hoped you'd like that too..." He gives you a soft kiss, wrapping his wings around you in a hug. "But we'd better go back now, before anyone misses us."

Altair helps you up, smiling up at you once you're back on your feet. He wraps one wing around you as he leads you back, taking your paw in his. "I hope I can be with you every moment I can," you hear him whisper, and you feel the same for him. You feel like you've found something you've been missing, and never want to be alone again.

Dawn

The next morning, you wake up with a smile. Altair took you back to your room, and asked if he could stay. You agreed, as you were hoping for the company. He shrunk back to about two feet tall, and you remember him purring as you cuddled him almost like a living teddy-dragon. He fell asleep in your arms; you dozed off only a few moments later.

You can't believe how things turned out. You had never planned on meeting anyone, and Altair said he thought the same, yet you're with him now. Even if you tried, you couldn't find a reason not to want to be with him. He seems to be such a caring dragon, and he looks so happy as you hold him, you know he's being sincere. As you cuddle him a bit closer, he yawns softly and wakes up. "Good morning," he says, giving you a soft nuzzle. "Did you sleep well?" You nod. How couldn't you have slept well with him?

Altair chuckles softly. "You were growling a bit in your sleep, but I thought it was kind of reassuring..." he nuzzles into your chest again with a purr. He seems perfectly happy to just be with you, and you enjoy his presence just the same. "I don't know why," Altair continues, "But I just feel something from you that I've never felt before. I'm usually independent, but right now, I just want to be with you." You hold him closer, nodding in silent agreement. He seems so much like you, a perfect match.

"So," he says, smiling up towards you, "Should I fetch breakfast?" You let him go, and he returns a few minutes later with more than enough food for both of you. You chat some more over breakfast, sharing more about yourself with Altair. "Just wondering, but is there anything you like? Charassor had his own ideas for 'playtime', but what do you like doing?" He seems a bit shy in asking, though you decide to answer anyway. You rather liked the way Charassor had muzzled you the one night, how he could dominate you so readily, though you weren't a very unwilling victim.

With a nod, Altair tells you about his own likes. "Remember how I said I like being small? I like the thought of being powerless to someone so much bigger than I am, all I can do is what I'm forced to..." He blushes a bit after saying that, looking up towards you. It sounds like you both have similar tastes: you being dominated by being bound, Altair by sheer size. "Um... I better clean this up," he says, gathering the breakfast dishes and darting out.

You feel so open around Altair. He seems to listen to your every thought, and agreeing with most of it. And you could tell Altair wasn't normally so open with people either, but wanted to share everything he could. He comes back a few minutes later, though now only six inches tall, carrying a bag with his tail. He puts the bag off in the corner of the room and walks over towards you again, smiling.

"I brought everything I might need for the rest of the day, so I can spend the time with you," he explains, giving you a tender scritching. Smiling, you reach down and give him a soft hug, causing the tiny dragon to purr happily as he nuzzles into it. You just hold him for a short while, perfectly content just being here. Altair's scales slowly fade to a sky-blue shade as the happiness he feels makes itself clear, even if he doesn't say anything. For once, everything just seems right...

Two Weeks Later

Altair has moved into the room you were given, adding his bed and few personal items to the spacious room. You've taken to sleeping with him, his warmth assuring you that all's well, even on the coldest nights. And yet, he warms your hard as well, with a soft warmth in your soul that surfaces every time you think of him.

It's late evening, with the light outside beginning to dim as the sun sets. Altair brought dinner already - the meals here were always excellent - and seemed eager to talk. You never thought you could be so happy just talking with someone. He smiles and nuzzles into you, tenderly wrapping his wings around your neck.

He smiles to you, with the look of pure happiness on his face. You smile back, feeling the same. This is perfect, almost too perfect, but very real. Finding something deep within your heart, you say, "I love you," the words ringing truer than anything you've ever said before. You notice a tear in Altair's eye, but he doesn't cry.

"I love you too," he says, nuzzling deeply into your neck. In this moment, it seems like the entire world is at peace. Problems mean nothing; only this matters. You want to be with him forever, and wish he would never leave. "I've never felt this close to someone before..." he says; your thoughts exactly. You just hug him closer, giving nothing else a thought.

The sun goes down, and you let Altair go for long enough to light the lantern. He looks back towards you, but doesn't run back like he usually does. Instead, he takes a look around for something inside his bag, obviously with something in mind. "I... you said you liked what Charassor did?" he asks. You nod. Altair quickly grows to 18 feet tall, then pulls something out of his bag, hiding it behind his back. He walks over and, before you can even see it, he slips a muzzle onto you, closing the button-like clasp.

Atair moves gently, being careful with you. He pulls slightly on the leash, bringing your head around to meet his gaze. "May I?" he asks, looking deep into your eyes, "I'll only do it if you want me to." Even with the muzzle on, you manage to smile and nod. Altair smiles back, gently kissing your neck. You feel him rubbing against you, softly as his cock slowly comes out of its sheath. He presses into you, taking things much slower than Charassor did, allowing you more time to enjoy yourself.

You feel a tug on the leash as Altair moves it from his hand to the grip of his extremely long and agile tail, freeing up both his paws. He embraces you, slowly rubbing your body as he begins to thrust into you. You hear him mrrrring softly, and you're rather enjoying this yourself. He slowly moves his right hand down your body, rubbing near your groin to try draw your own cock out.

There seems to be a balance in Altair's mind, one between trying to pleasure you and satisfy his own curiosity. He moves slowly, gently, trying not to hurt or scare you. Altair tenderly rubs a claw across your cocktip as it comes forth, continuing his rhythmic movement inside you. Despite him being just three-quarters of Charassor's size, Altair fills you even more than Charassor, though you don't object in the least.

With a soft tug on your leash, Altair pulls your face around to meet his again. He smiles, taking another look into your eyes. Then he pulls you closer and gives you a kiss, assuring you of his feelings. Even as he kisses, he rubs your cock, drawing out its full length. He holds it tightly in his paw, rubbing along its length and occasionally teasing your cocktip with a claw, rubbing underneath your muzzle with his free paw.

You can feel Altair's pre within your depths, the warmth of his cock building. Altair mrrrs quietly, thrusting a bit erratically as he feels his climax nearing. You also leave your pre on Altair's paw, allowing his to rub you more easily. You only hope Altair's enjoying this as much as you are.

With a growl of pleasure, Altair comes, filling you with his seed. He strokes you for a few moments longer, then withdraws himself, thinking for a moment. Without saying a word, he moves to your front and takes your cock into his muzzle, giving it a long, slow lick. Even through the muzzle, you manage a moan as you too climax, giving Altair a muzzleful to swallow.

Smiling, Altair looks up to you, letting the leash fall out of his tail. He stands and takes your muzzle off, allowing you completely free movement again. "That was nice..." he says; you nod in agreement, hoping he'll do this again sometime. He tosses the leash and muzzle into the corner, embracing you in a winghug. There's nothing to say; words can't describe how you feel at the moment. You gradually doze off in Altair's hold, his wings keeping you warm through the night.

Three Days Later

You're still asleep when Altair wakes up; he smiles as he gazes up to your closed eyes. Once again, you're holding him, his muzzle in your chest, and he rather enjoys being cuddled that way through the night. "Maybe, if shi's asleep, shi won't mind if I..." he looks up again, making sure you really are asleep, then begins to shrink himself, falling out of your arms as he does. He decides to become even smaller than his usual height, to just over a tenth of an inch, just large enough to be noticeable.

Slipping beneath the covers, Altair begins to walk down your body, holding the sheets up over his head. He can just see well enough in the dark to know where he is. He continues to walk across your stomach, stopping as he nears your sheath, looking into it. It's more than large enough to hold him inside, given his current size. Mrrrring with anticipation, he slides inside head first, hearing you make a soft sound in your sleep.

It's fairly warm inside you sheath, with a faint musk in the air. Altair loves it. He climbs further inside, until he's met with your dormant cock. Softly, Altair presses himself against it, mrring softly as he feels you twitch slightly. He continues to rub you, stroking near the tip, and being rewarded as he feels it begin to harden. This is a situation he's rather familiar with, as he almost instinctually holds onto your lengthening cock with his wings, freeing his paws to stroke you, as he begins to rub his entire body against it.

Altair eventually feels your sheath rubbing against his back, his body making it a little more difficult than normal for your member to come out. It takes a moment, the pressure on his tiny form building, though it does eventually press out, forcing Altair with it. But as it does, Altair notices something. The sheets aren't there anymore. He looks around, still holding on to your cocktip, until he sees you looking down at him; he's managed to wake you up. Though you really don't mind how he's awakened you, you growl down at him anyway, being more far playful than threatening.

But Altair mis-reads the message as a threat, and quickly begins to rub you again, only slightly nervous. He's sure he can please you, if you allow him the chance. Your soft sounds of pleasure urge him on. It isn't long before Altair begins to become aroused himself, rubbing his body against you to try fill his own needs. Your pre splashes him directly in the face, dripping down and coating his entire, tiny form, making him quite slippery. He begins to slide off your cockhead, but catches himself using his wings once again. It's enough to give you an idea, though, as you carefully take him into your paw and begin to rub him along your length, pleasuring Altair as much as it serves your own desires.

Within your paw, Altair stretches out his wings and wraps them around your cock, wiggling against you. But he isn't wiggling to get away, he's almost overcome with the feeling. You feel his own pre on your length, assuring you of his enjoyment. You hold yourself back, rubbing slowly, to prolong the feeling. And Altair doesn't seem to mind at all, as he continues to do all he can to please you, occasionally giving you a soft lick, getting a taste of you.

The small taste Altair gets, however, is nothing compared to what he's very close to getting. You begin to rub yourself faster, Altair mrrring within your grasp, feeling the warmth build. Your scent fills the air around Altair, the tiny dragon taking in a long, deep breath of it. You bring him near your cocktip, holding him there for the last few moments before your climax. Somehow, he manages to escape your grasp, climbing inside your cock, only leaving his tail outside.

Before you can 'rescue' him, your climax hits, the wave forcing Altair into the air. He lands on your stomach in a small pool of seed, shiverering at the feeling of the pleasurable warmth around him. You feel his tiny tongue as he drinks his fill, though he's left there, and can't quite pull himself out. Smiling, you pick him up on your claw, holding him up to your face. He smilers nervously, not sure how to explain himself, though an explanation is the one thing you don't really need. Instead, you carefully place him inside your maw, sucking him clean.

Altair presses into your tongue, needing only a few moments to reach his climax as well, giving you a taste of his own seed. You can't help but laugh softly; he seems so eager to do things, even at his size. As you pull him back out of your mouth, Altair gently scritches your muzzle, purring. "I... I hope you don't mind me waking you up..." he says, this time his smile being anything but nervous. You shake your head, giving him another playful slurp and returning the smile.

You lay back down, gently closing your paw around Altair. It doesn't take long for Altair to doze off in your gentle, loving grasp. Similarly, you feel sleep begin to overtake you as well, taking you back to the realm of dreams. There will be plenty of time to clean up later, not that you really care about that right now. You have more important things to do right now, like sleep, and dream about Altair...

Four Days Later

Every day, it seems like you and Altair are growing closer, like every time you say, "I love you," it holds more meaning than the time before. Altair's even said it's like he needs to be with you, because something's missing when he isn't. And though you and Altair yiff rather frequently, your love runs far deeper than just physical attraction. You feel like you have almost everything in common with him, and never even want to think about being alone.

You've exchanged plenty of ideas with Altair, thoughts, hopes, dreams, and fantasies. It just seems natural talking to him, another so much like yourself. He seems to remember a few things you tell him, and you can tell he's been getting ideas, as he smiles one night and says, "So... would you like me to... try something?" He never seems able to say things like that outright, but you still get the idea and you nod your consent. "Okay... just lay down on the bed."

As you lay down, Altair grows to nearly 30' tall, nearly enough to have his wingtips brush against the ceiling. He pulls something out of his bag – rope, maybe? Before Altair does anything, though, he looks at you and asks, "Do you trust me with this?" He's made it clear in the past that he never wants to do anything without your agreement first, and this is no exception. Again, you nod. though you aren't entirely sure what he had in mind, you think you're going to enjoy it.

Smiling back down, Altair carefully ties your arms and legs to the bed, keeping you from moving more than a few inches, except for your long neck. The 'rope' he used is quite soft, ensuring it doesn't hurt at all. He begins to shrink now, stopping when he reaches four feet tall. Chuckling, he stands on your chest you could easily reach him with your long neck if you wanted to. "So, you comfortable?" He doesn't wait for answer, sliding down your stomach to reach your sheath.

Altair slides his arm into your sheath, stroking you and your dormant cock within it. He moves slowly, teasingly, hearing your pleasured sounds. Then he pulls out his arm and sticks his head inside, nuzzling into your now-lengthening member. You hear his muffled mrrr as he nuzzles some more, though it isn't long before you length forces him out of your sheath.

Smiling, Altair gives your cock a lick, trying to get a taste of you. He never seems to tire of trying to please you, in any way he can, and the look on his face suggests he's enjoying this too. As your cock lengthens, he slowly moves up your body, mrrring loudly as he rubs himself against you. You pull against the ropes holding you in place, without success.

Eventually, you reach your full length, and Altair seems to have more ideas. He slides off your cock and wraps his long, agile tail around it, rubbing you with the fine scales as he walks back up your body. He stands just in reach of your long neck now, as you get an idea of your own. You lean down and lick his own cock, sending shivers through his form as he presses back into your tongue.

You develop a rhythm, licking Altair at the time he leans forward, then allowing him to lean back, sliding his coiled tail up and down around your cock. You let out a wave of pre, most of it soaking Altair's tail and backside. He doesn't mind that he's wet – quite the opposite, actually. Your ropes are being strained by your movements now, as you desperately try to reach your climax.

Altair does a good job of prolonging it, though, slowing his movements slightly as he feels your warmth build. But that barely matters to you now, as you're almost overcome with pleasure. You lick Altair almost aimlessly, the spurts of pre he lets out not even registering in your mind; all you can really focus on is the incredible feeling that seems to go on forever.

But all good things do come to an end in time. Altair climaxes first, leaving his seed on your tongue. The taste is enough to drive you over the edge as well, as your cock sends forth a stream of white powerfully enough to knock Altair down face-first, onto your stomach, as the waves of seed wash over him. He turns over, now laying on his back, taking as much of your seed as he can, but it seems unlikely he'll be able to take it all.

As sense slowly returns to your mind, you coil your tongue around Altair, holding him gently within the grasp. Your taste lingers on his form as you lick off some of your own seed from his body, causing him to let out a long, loud mrrrrrrr as your tongue caresses his form. As you let him out, you manage to say, "Thank you," letting out another soft sound as he kisses your chest.

"You're welcome," he says, smiling, "And thank you." He carefully flies up towards your wrist and unbinds you there, then goes towards your ankles and unties those as well, letting you move freely. You stroke him with your tail as he climbs back up your leg, showing your affections for him. He purrrs and rubs back, giving your tail a soft scritching every now and then.

A few minutes later, though, Altair climbs back onto your chest, nuzzling into you. You gently rub a hand down his back, holding his tiny form as he slowly drifts off to sleep in your arms, a very familiar scene. You do think it's kind of cute, though, that you can lull him to sleep so easily. Of course, it isn't much longer before you doze off as well, joining Altair in the land of dreams.

Rampage

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Completely mindless growth and destruction. I wrote this to let off some steam, after a very bad day. It helped a lot, that's for sure. I dont think it helped the citizens of the unnamed city much, though. ;)

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I'd had it. That's all there was to it: I was pressed beyond my breaking point. The exact reasons behind why I got so angry are a little fuzzy, but I remember it being a long string of insults, jerks, and just general unfairness for a long time. I hadn't meant for it to happen, but there's no point in trying to change the past.

The whole episode started when I finally lost control, letting out a loud, powerful, angry roar like I never had before. For all the logic I normally try to use, I became little more than rage personified in that moment. Before I had any thought at all, I had soared to 60 feet in height; my scales had shifted to a fiery orange-red. I could already feel a few humans that had gotten caught under by feet as I grew, sending every thought but pity though my mind.

People were practically nothing to me, and I was still growing. 62-feet, 63... I felt a rush of power as I took a step forward. The feeling of my growing mass moving so easily was incredible. Then I slowly lowered my foot, down on nearly a dozen weak humans, trapping them beneath it. I hated humans, and the feeling of them flattening, crushed into a stain beneath my foot, was satisfying in more ways than one.

I mrrred with pleasure as I felt those first few beneath me, showing me how much power I had over them. This was a first, and I wanted to be sure I enjoyed it. I wept my 100-foot-long tail around, knocking over a few buildings. Taking another step, more were crushed underpaw,; the survivors started to feel in terror of me. "Can't take the pressure?" I bellowed, chuckling to myself.

More I grew, to 70 feet, my steps growing larger, claiming more beneath my foot each moment. t was a warm, soft feeling, the sound of bones breaking sounded almost like a symphony, accompanied by the shrieks of terror and wailing of emergency vehicles. I brought a foot down atop a police cruiser, starting to measure my steps carefully, then twisted my foot to grind it into the pavement with a screech. I looked for another crowd to begin to chase, needing only a few steps to catch up to them.

With a chuckle, I brought my foot down slowly on the defenseless, useless things, feeling them join the ones I'd crushed before. I twisted my foot over them this time, feeling them reduced to a mere paste. I walked slowly, deliberately down the street, crushing more with each step. "Run!" I mocked, "You'll never escape me!" There was no use for them; they were little more than insects to me now.

I passed 80 feet, leaving small craters with my footprints. The few police officers that arrived to dare defy me began to run away with the rest of the mass of humanity below me. For all my growing, I was growing hungry as well. I leaned over and grabbed several of them, tossing them into my muzzle and swallowing them whole. It was a better fate than they deserved, but I needed to eat more than I cared about what happened to them.

To 85 feet I grew, still eating my meal. I chuckled as I felt their useless struggles as I lifted them off the ground; they wiggled until they landed in my stomach. All were screaming in primeval terror, terrified of me and the rage I unleashed on them and their city. I had taken their indignities for long enough, and I intended to repay the favor in this one afternoon.

Once full, I returned to walking down the street, taking my time. I could feel each person compress beneath the ever-increasing weight of my paws, the concrete giving way to me. I began to use my tail to destroy buildings as well, leaving a mounting pile of rubble in my wake. This was relieving, in more ways than one.

A stirring within my sheath caused me to mrrr pleasurably. Feeling these weak creatures attempt to resist me was more arousing than I thought it would be. Getting an idea, I grabbed another handful of humans and tucked them into my sheath, shivering as they wiggled inside it. I continued walking, still feeling the humans struggle underfoot and against my arousal.

It wasn't long before my cock began to come out of my sheath, hanging out over the humans below. Thinking for a moment, I sat down with my legs outstretched, trapping a part of the crowd between me and a building. I took a few of them into my paw and rubbed them 'gently' against my length, causing the remaining humans below to silence in disbelief of the sight. I leaned back against another building, my now 120-foot tall form nearly leveling it. I didn't even need to press the humans against my length; there were so many of them, they couldn't get away from it as my legs penned them in.

The feeling of them against me quickly brought my cock to its full length of 20 feet, and still I grew, slowly. I rubbed myself, mrrring, now holding several of the puny humans within my paw to please myself . My first spurt of pre nearly drowned a few who happened to be near my cocktip, as they flailed weakly in the puddle it left.

These creatures were worth nothing to me now, except for pleasure. I slowly moved forward, reducing the size of the humans' pen, forcing more around my length. Their frantic squirming only added to my pleasure.

Not used to such a feeling, I came quickly, my seed drowning most of those I had captured. The few that remained, I allowed to live, to warn others of my presence. All the destruction was causing me to grow tired. I walked to the outskirts of town, leveling several more city blocks along the way. Once I was far enough outside the city that I doubted anyone would follow, I laid down. For all the power my 160-foot-tall body possessed, the power to resist sleep was not available to me...

When I awoke, I had reverted to my usual size of 2 inches tall. Yawning, I looked behind me, towards the city, and froze. I was both terrified of the destruction I had caused, and relieved that I had shown what I really thought of humanity. Strangely, I smiled, then left the area completely. I had a feeling that, one day, this could happen again. And, if ever it did, I knew I was going to enjoy it.

Welcome to Ikaria

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A rather quickly-done story (only two hours), meant to flesh out a few details of a fictional planet I considered basing some other stories around. I still might use it in writing again sometime, but this is the only story I'm posting now that includes it. Not much more to say about this one either.

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My name is Frederick, but everyone just calls me Fred. I'm one of the few thousand humans living in the Alcadia system, and I love it here. Since there are so few humans spread out on several planets, it can sometimes be months between times I see another person of my species. I have several close friends, but none of them are human. For that matter, after that one day a few months ago, none of them are anywhere near my size.

Let me back up a little. Back in 2033, a new planetary system was discovered around a blue star named Alcadia. It was immediately found to have at least six planets that might be inhabitable by people. However, trying to send a person 36 light-years through space was a dangerous proposition; and the voices of the few people willing to take the risk were drowned out by the cries of hundreds of special interest groups.

So, in a sort of compromise, scientists genetically engineered a group of beings they collectively called the genian - genetically improved animals. They drew from dozens of species of mammals, birds, and reptiles, forming anthro and taur versions of them. To further the chance of survival in an unfamiliar environment, they used some creatures from mythology, such as dragons, and revived a few successful species from Earth's own past, like the raptor. Their genetic code was slightly unstable, allowing them to adapt readily to their surroundings when the time came.

Despite all the variations involved and countless things that could have gone wrong, all the genian began to work together. Even animals that were once enemies were seen working on projects together; they all knew their lives depended on the survival of the others. Genian proved very skilled at working through logic problems, occasionally finding a solution that the very scientists that developed them had overlooked. In 2051, eighteen years after the star's discovery, the first group of about 300 were sent to settle a world in the Alcadia system.

Nobody heard anything from the settlers for nearly two years. But, on one day that will live on forever, the transmitters were finally assembled and a greeting was sent back to Earth. The genian were not merely surviving, they were thriving in the new environment. Humans immediately named the world Elysium - a place of ideal happiness. And, for them, it was. Pollution and global warming were taking an incredible toll on Earth, and here was a new world, just as their own planet had been thousands of years ago.

When humans came to colonize the world, bringing their technologies with them, the genian objected. Elysium was their homeworld, and they didn't want to see it destroyed by pollution as Earth had been. Tensions built up over nearly a decade, even as more ships of human and genian arrived, and a war eventually broke out. Mercifully, no nuclear weapons were used, but thousands of humans and genian died. Ultimately, the genian won, declaring their independence from Earth, much as the United States did in 1776.

Utterly disgraced that they were defeated by their own creation, most of the humans left on their own after the war's end. The genian had never asked any humans to leave, but only to respect the planet and use less polluting technologies. Less than 500 humans stayed, and all were either environmentalists, people who had fallen in love with a genian, or those who had nowhere on Earth to return to. I was in that third group. Despite having dreams and aspirations, life on that dying world had gone nowhere, and going back just didn't feel right. It was like some invisible force was holding me here, telling me that this was better than what I had.

Those that stayed were sent to schools. The children were placed in the equivalent grade; adults were given a year-long course in the differences between Elysium and Earth. I had just completed high school when I came here, and passed the adult course with flying colors. The history of the young species was interesting enough, but I was driven more by the fact I would be living with the genian, not humans. I rarely found a true friend with the people on Earth, or even the humans here, but there wasn't a genian that I wanted to get away from.

People - human and genian - did everything they could to help one another. Everyone was offered the same decisions and opportunities, with no discrimination. Talent was more important than species, and the humans found a place in society. Elysium was living up to its name, and populations grew as people became increasingly comfortable with the world. I also helped where I could, but I looked for as many reasons to work with genian instead of humans as I could. I felt, and still feel, more comfortable with them than I do among my own species.

After a few years, the genian decided to colonize the rest of the system, to prevent any overburdening of a planet. There would only be a few small towns in one or two places on each world, not the sprawling, planet-wide disasters of Earth's cities. Most of the humans decided to stay on Elysium, happy with their current lives. For me, helping to colonize a new world seemed an easy decision, especially since I would work closely with dozens of genian colonists.

The group I was in was sent to Ikaria, a world smaller than Earth with only one landmass: a large continent in its Northern hemisphere, nearly extending from the equator to the north pole. Ikaria was the closest planet to Alcadia that a group was being sent to, but climate scans showed temperatures only 20 degrees warmer than Elysium, a big, but tolerable change. During the trip, I talked a little with some of the others that I would be working with, but I had always been the quiet type.

I was friendly to everyone, but one genian truly caught my eye. His name was Thrax, and he was one of the anthrodragons. Thrax stood every inch of eight feet tall, if he wasn't more than that, and his scales shined a brilliant, sapphire blue in the spaceship's light. His eyes were solid black, yet they seemed very expressive as they looked over his muzzle. For all my time spent looking at him, I never had the nerve to say more than a meek hello on one occasion, which he returned with a friendly handshake.

We landed on the southern end of the continent, about eight miles inland from the vast ocean that covered 80% of Ikaria's surface. A few provisions were brought along from Elysium, but we were to make a self-supporting city. All the supplies we needed to build the town were ready, and work progressed quickly. The houses were small, but comfortable enough for two, maybe three people. I, somehow, ended up as part of Thrax's team.

Days passed quickly, and we were out of the shuttle and into homes as they were completed. It took less than a month for our crew of 65 to have homes, but we were building to support at least 500, to allow people from Elysium to move here. Gradually, I overcame some of my fears, talking more to Thrax when there was time for conversation. "He... hello?" I stuttered nervously one day after work was done, silently cursing myself for acting like such a fool. He wasn't going to bite, so why did I have to worry about anything?

"Hi Fred. You've been working hard, I see," Thrax said, chuckling at a spot of grease on my chest. Clothing was considered optional everywhere in the system, and usually was only worn when the weather warranted it. With the warm climate on Ikaria, I was just in a thin pair of shorts, and I was heavily dressed compared to everyone else. "So what've you been doing?"

Blushingly, I answered, "Nothing, really... and you?"

"Same here, nothing to do after work," Thrax said, shaking his head, "Maybe you could come over for dinner tomorrow night?"

I shouted a "Yes!" before even thinking about it, eliciting another soft laugh from Thrax. He might have wondered why I was so eager to have dinner, especially since he was half-jokingly called the worst cook in the galaxy - on Earth or the Alcadia system. After giving me directions to his house and telling me what time he'd have the food ready, we both returned to our homes for the night.

Sleeping, as fast as my mind was racing, was an impossibility. I thought of a million different things to say, and wondered what Thrax might say back to me. Would he live up to his billing as a miserable cook? Would he even want to talk to me after dinner? Might I... no, that was hoping for far too much. It was just a dinner, I reminded myself, nothing more.

But overnight, sometime in those pre-dawn hours, it happened. Every scientist in the system has researched the incident, but there hasn't been a conclusive answer to what it was. The best explanation was a large electromagnetic storm coming from Alcadia, but dozens of different possibilities have been brought forth. Personally, I don't care what it was or how it happened, but that cosmic event changed my life forever.

I still recall that flash of light, coming through the darkness. It wasn't white, black, or any one color, but somehow appeared to be all the shades of the rainbow at once. The next thing I knew, the morning sun was coming through my window, but everything else seemed entirely wrong. In that blink of an eye, either I had shrunk, or everything had grown. I later learned that things had grown, but for that moment, I felt like I was less than two inches tall inside my own home.

Panicking, I ran outside, only to find the same thing as I had inside, everything was larger than it was last night. The genian were still working, apparently oblivious to what had happened. I heard a few talking about a short-circuit in all the communications equipment, but none seemed concerned that the lone human on the planet had vanished without a trace. A raptor's paw came down in front of me as I looked around for some explanation, giving me the scare of a lifetime.

Every scale on its sole was clearer than I thought possible as it landed just a few feet in front of me. The odor of its sweat mixed with the small cloud of dirt that was kicked up, filling my nostrils with the scent. The raptor walked on, oblivious to my presence, talking with the fox-taur next to him. Dashing to the side of the street, to keep my chances of being crushed to a minimum, I continued on, looking around constantly.

Other genian walked by, none of them aware of me, hiding in the shadows. I walked on, staying as far out of the street as I could, catching the glimpse of the occasional paw coming down closer than I would have liked. It was getting late now; too late to go home, at the least. Aimlessly, though, I continued on, hoping for something to happen. What, I wasn't sure, but something, a nagging in the back of my mind, told me to keep walking.

And, a few streets later, I saw Thrax. Though I had certainly spent a fair share of time looking at him longingly when we were the same size, it was entirely different seeing him so much larger. He had to be over 400 feet tall, and was completely oblivious that I was watching him. Seeing him like this was both beautiful and terrifying at once; a clash of emotion that left me standing motionless where I was. Even from down here, I noticed a slightly sad look on his face as the sun was going down, and I wondered if it was for me, and my strange disappearance.

"I wonder where Fred went..." he said suddenly, with an almost longing tone in his voice. He did miss me, even if only a little! I wiped a tear from my eye, knowing that if nobody else cared where I was, Thrax did. That same moment, I knew that I would have to, somehow, talk to him. But how do you talk to somebody about 70 times your own size?

The others changed the subject quickly, disinterested by the escapades of a human. I was fairly weak physically (even for a human), which didn't make me very popular, but I still tried to help where I could. Thrax usually came to help me when I saw I needed it, and he was strong as any two others in our group combined. Looking up now at the dragon as he towered over me, I remembered the directions to his house, doubting he'd be expecting me, especially at such a small size.

Fortunately, I was able to get there before Thrax, and I waited outside the door for him to come home. It was completely dark when he finally arrived, and I could barely make out even his gigantic shadow in the darkness. He opened the door with a sigh, and I felt sorry myself, that this night had turned out so strangely. The door was open barely long enough for me to dash in behind him, leaving me in the entranceway to a house that was enormous beyond description.

Tiredly, Thrax began making dinner, undoubtedly the same dish he had planned for us tonight. I couldn't tell what he was preparing, but a mild aroma filled the house, dispelling the rumors of his poor cooking. After a short while, he sat down to eat it, looking across the table at someone who wasn't there - me. Again letting out a sad sigh, he began eating, still glancing to where I would have sat.

I would have to do something soon if I was going to do anything at all. There was nothing I could use to climb up onto the table, but there had to be some way of attracting his attention. I looked under the table at his feet, their three-toed forms clearly visible through the shadows. He didn't strike me as the ticklish type, but I was out of ideas, and wasn't thinking entirely clearly. I knew he missed me, and I didn't want him to feel like this any longer.

Running over before I could change my mind, I dashed beneath his feet, looking up at the blue-scaled surface over my head. I extended a hand up to rub it, smiling softly as I felt its warmth. More vigorously, I used my other hand as well now, giving a soft massage to Thrax. As he shifted, I realized too late how dangerous this idea was; I could be crushed without him knowing I was ever there. His foot pressed into me, forcing me onto my back.

Helpless, I pounded against his foot, in a last, desperate attempt to get him to notice me. I don't know how he connected my weak struggles with the idea of something under his foot other than a bug, but he pulled his foot away and looked carefully down at the floor, gawking in disbelief at me. My mind blanked immediately as I saw his titanic face mere feet from my face, knowing that he could end my life in an instant if I wasn't careful. "Th... Th... Thrax?" I stuttered, feeling my face pale.

I was relieved as Thrax replied, "F... Fred?" He was confused as I was, and just as nervous. Thinking quickly, he lowered his voice, trying not to hurt my delicate ears. "Oh my... I didn't just... are you okay?"

"I'm fine. You have nice feet," I said, that last part slipping out before I could stop it. Immediately, I realized how senseless that must have sounded, and my mind was racing for something else to say, but words wouldn't come.

Thrax, though, just smiled, in the same way he often did when talking to me, that I had never paid notice to before. He didn't seem to mind that remark I made at all. "And you... are hungry tonight? Dinner's ready, you know." He extended a hand to me, giving me an elevator-like ride up to the table, and the food. I climbed in, feeling the scales caress my skin as I made myself comfortable. He had made something that looked like chicken, or whatever they called that bird on this world.

The food was welcome, I hadn't eaten anything since last night, and my cooking wasn't much better than the jokes about Thrax's. And, after two bites, I realized how much of a joke what I heard was. It wasn't a 5-star meal, but it was far better than my attempts at making dinner usually came out. Thrax was watching me eat, like I was some new kind of creature - I was, in a sense. To him, I was just an inch tall, sitting on his table, sharing dinner with him.

"What under the stars happened to you anyway?" Thrax asked, after I had finished gorging on the mountain of food in front of me. It was the biggest meal I had in a long time, and I thanked him for it before I told him what I remembered. The brilliant light, the late awakening, and how I saw everything was so much larger once I slid out of bed. He was amazed at the retelling, although he was also unable to think of an explanation. "Weird..." he said, "Never heard of anything like that before..."

"I haven't either, but it happened," I answered, "Not that anything can be done about it now, I guess." And, really thinking about it, I wasn't sure if I even wanted something to be done. I was too small to be really helpful building, but there had to be something I could do to make up for that. "I was wondering... did you really just want me to come over for dinner?"

Again, Thrax laughed, that same intoxicating chuckle that he used so often, "So I'm not good at hiding secrets. I thought... well... maybe... but you're so small now... I couldn't..." For once, he was at a loss for words, but I had the idea.

"I don't mind... that is... if you still want to..." I said, smiling back at Thrax. It seemed like we both knew what we wanted, but were trying futilely to talk ourselves out of it. Several awkward moments later, we both gave up talking, Thrax shaking his head at this decidedly unusual situation. He picked me up again, carrying me over to his bed along the wall, thinking for a moment.

"Are... you sure?" Thrax asked, more with anticipation than worry I'd say no. I took one more look over his form as he sat on the bedside, noticing that his cock was already starting to poke out of his sheath. Instead of answering him with words, I carefully walked across his leg and began rubbing his member, sending a shiver through the giant dragon. His soft growls of pleasure encouraged me, as I kept my balance between his leg and cock as it slid forth.

That same feeling of discovering a terrifying beauty coursing through my body as I felt my own penis coming to attention, almost as quickly as Thrax's was. I crawled out onto his cock as soon as I could, sliding down to its tip, getting soaked in precum from head to toe. It was coming out in waves, each one nearly knocking me off the end of Thrax's penis as I rubbed every inch of it I could get a hand on from here.

Our combined scents filled the air, completing the mood we felt. His warmth added to my own, now that we both were at full arousal. I still remember feeling that cock, nearly 10 times as long as I was tall, pulse beneath me, growing warmer with each passing moment. Without a second thought, I pressed my face into his slit, taking in a mouthful of his juices. My senses were overloaded; I felt like pure energy, bringing this titan closer to orgasm. His growls were becoming terse roars as his breathing quickened. I came to my own peak first, moaning softly as I left a small spot of white on Thrax's penis, barely noticeable against the tower of blue.

Just moments later, Thrax peaked as well, letting loose a roar that would have split the heavens. Untold gallons of his hot seed spilled forth in a tidal wave, knocking to the floor below, somehow unhurt. I drank what I could, filling myself beyond any reasonable capacity. The flow continued for nearly half a minute before subsiding, Thrax leaning over the edge of the bed to look down at my sorry shape, lost in an ocean of white.

"That... was wonderful..." he said between gasps, recovering from his massive orgasm. He pulled me free from the mess, letting me lay in his hand. I was soaked, and exhausted; and I couldn't have been happier. Something drew me toward Thrax, it always had, but that feeling was stronger now that he was a giant. Deep inside, I knew that I wasn't just delusional from the great flash, there was something closer, more personal than that.

I answered, "Yes..." before falling asleep in his hand. I'd never slept better, and I'd never been this close to another living being - regardless of species. On that rare night, I was able to remember my dreams past dawn, dreams about Thrax and me, together. I awoke to find myself on the floor, apparently dropped sometime over night. I spent a moment wondering how I survived such a long drop when Thrax woke up, sitting on the side of his bed, mumbling incoherently to himself.

"Good morning," I said, marveling at his beautiful blue form again. He didn't hear me, and he stood up on the side of his bed, stepping on me. But I wasn't crushed like I should have been, I was flattened to the curves of his sole. The scent of his foot was attractive, in its own way, as I felt the scales rub without care over me. I was stuck to him for a few steps, feeling the weight press down, then subside, before dropping off onto the floor again.

That light did more than just increase the size of every non-human on the planet, but it gave some magical powers to the genian. Apparently, Thrax could do anything to me without causing injury, or I would just be a red stain on his carpet right now. The smell of morning coffee being brewed interrupted my internal debate on the topic, reminding me to tell Thrax.

In a twilight between waking and sleeping, Thrax sat down at his table again, drinking the coffee quickly. Using my same tactic as the night before, I laid down under his foot, pounding on it hard as a human's body would allow. That helped to wake him up, and he looked down at me again. "We really should stop meeting like this," he said, snickering as he pulled me into easier listening range.

"Thrax, you remember that light flash I mentioned, right?" I asked.

Still not quite awake, he replied, "Uh-huh... so?"

"I think it did more than just make me smaller. I think there was some magic." I said. Of course, once I learned things were just the opposite - that the world had grown, and I hadn't shrunk - I realized that Thrax had the ability, not me. But, no matter who had the gift, it gave me a few ideas.

"Magic?" he asked, confused.

Blushing a little, I told him why I assumed that. "While you were waking up this morning, you stepped on me." Thrax looked horrified at what he did, and I continued hastily, before he would start apologizing. "It didn't hurt at all. I just flattened out, and felt your weight on top of me."

"It didn't hurt?" Thrax said, "But... weird!"

Laughing, I wondered if Thrax thought an inch tall human was weird too, or normal compared to everything else that was happening. "Either way, can I ask you to... do something?"

Thrax nodded, "Like what, Fred?"

I thought carefully for a moment, trying to think of how to best use this newfound 'power'. "I... liked that feeling of you walking on me this morning. Could you do it again? Maybe I could stay under your foot all day?" I suggested, hoping that Thrax wouldn't think I'd lost my mind.

He stole my technique of doing without saying, placing me on the ground and lowering his foot on top of my body. He rubbed it back and forth a few times to get comfortable with my feeling beneath, and made sure I was stuck. I was laying on my back, face pressed into his big toe, with no room at all to spare. The last rational part of my mind screamed that I had to be insane for doing this, but that thought was quickly silenced as Thrax walked through town, starting on his work.

Rhythmically, his foot would come up and down, pressing and releasing thousands of tons from me. It was indescribable, the feelings I experienced beneath his enormous paw. I climaxed several times throughout the day, becoming more aroused at each step until the sun came down. At home, Thrax peeled me off his foot, noticing the evidence of how much I enjoyed the ride. "Did your idea work?" he asked playfully, and I could only nod in reply. I was too tired to say anything, but he smiled anyway.

After dinner, Thrax took me to his bed again, and I offered no complaints. This time, he rubbed me across his member, knowing I could take it. We both came at the same time, and I laid in his hand as he let his jets of seed rush over me. I had heard from my few friends on Earth what their girl- and boyfriends were like, but this outdid everything they told me. I knew, in that moment, that this was more than just a friend, I wanted to be with Thrax forever.

So, now, we are together, every moment of every day. I've gone back to working with Thrax during the day, easily doing some of the detail work even the best-sighted of genian would find a challenge. Explaining what happened wasn't important; most of the genian really didn't care. Eventually, others discovered they had magical powers of their own. Many could change their height, some could change species, still others had learned magic that would have fit in with medieval sorcery. Thrax's only gift proved to be his inability to harm me, but that was enough to make us both happy.

We've been declared a mated pair, a pair that loves life together, the closest thing to marriage genian observe. Looking back, I feel sorry for other humans, the ones who wanted to stay on Earth or Elysium. They've never seen anything like this, a paradise that I never could have dreamed of just one year ago. Ikaria has gotten back to normal, but I know I'll never go back to the way I was, lonely, without anyone to call a friend. Because, now, I have much more. Thrax is a part of me, I am a part of him, and we are a pair that will never be separated. For, it is when two different people meet that the truest of love can grow.