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.
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