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Uninvited Guest


Winter had set in alarmingly early in the tri-peaks this season. Snowfall shouldn't have been a concern before the harvest moon, though that fact was no comfort to the white demon-raptor freezing his scales off. Ahastar had spent years exploring these mountains and knew them as well as his own tail, yet he had never expected a blizzard to set in before the trees began to lose their leaves. The reptile knew he had to find shelter soon, before the wintry chill rendered him too cold to move, or he would likely freeze to death before dawn. There were plenty of caves at least, and Ahastar knew which ones tended to hide animals that wouldn't welcome his company and which ones should be empty enough for his use. One such cavern was only a brief walk away.
Ahastar quickly made his way into the vast entrance in the mountainside. Animals would stay well clear of such a large, open area - even one underground - enabling the raptor to stay undisturbed until the storm passed. He hastily assembled a fire using a few twigs and some kindling from his pack to both warm and light the passage. His efforts did not go unnoticed, however, as the cave already had a resident. From within the shadows a feral dragoness made hir way forth. Hir scales glistened like the snow itself, catching the firelight as it danced across the room. The dragoness was at least two dozen times the raptor's size; shi filled the cavern with hir presence as shi slowly sauntered toward Ahastar. "Hello there," shi rumbled soothingly, "My name is Shira. What brings you here tonight?"
But the raptor didn't speak a word of draconic, leaving him unable to even guess at the feminine beast's intentions. Rather than responding with kind words of his own, the raptor grabbed a knife from his pack - a pitifully small weapon compared to the dragoness advancing upon him - and snarled threateningly. "I see. You're one of those types," the dragoness said, shaking hir head slowly. With a quick flick of hir tail, shi knocked the weapon from the raptor's claws. Another swipe of hir tail nearly extinguished the fire, leaving only the faintest glow in the dragoness' lair. "Then I see no reason to continue to offer you hospitality, but perhaps you can still earn your keep here this night."
There were many things that Shira planned to do with the small invader of hir space, but the one thing shi didn't intend to let the offending creature do was escape. Shi reared onto hir hindpaws, balanced hir forepaws against the wall, and quickly brought hir right foot onto the raptor to pin him between the car-sized appendage and the snow-crusted floor. "Lick," shi snarled before shi grabbed the small one's snout between hir two largest toes.
In that one moment, the world was reduced to nothing more than the underside of the feral dragoness' hindpaw. He could smell the faint hints of snow and dirt between hir scales, taste the dust that had collected on them, and feel his entire body straining to hold up that single foot. His ribs creaked under the mass of the dragoness even though shi was using just a tiny fraction of hir weight. With the ball of hir foot pressing squarely against his chest it was difficult to even breathe. Any movement at all was severely restricted; the snow on the cavern's floor had been compressed into ice and packed around Ahastar's body, as if forming an icy tomb for the raptor. Was this going to be the end of him?
Rather than licking, though, Ahastar began to fight and squirm in a vain attempt to escape the wrath of the dragoness. His claws raked uselessly against the herm's toes as he tried to worm his way out from beneath them. Shira seemed completely unimpressed and simply squeezed his head harder."If you want to know what it's like to breathe again, you'll do what I tell you to," Shira growled as shi held him there. "Now lick." In an attempt to make him understand, shi stuck hir tongue out and pantomimed a long, slow lick once shi knew he , then pointed down at hir wiggling toes.
Though he had been underfoot for barely a minute, the lack of air and the cold were starting to get to the demon. His pride wouldn't let him let the dragoness 'win' though, even in his dazed mental state. Death before dishonor was a thought firmly ingrained in Ahastar's mind. Rather than licking, he used his remaining strength to forcefully bite the nearest toe and inflict what little pain he could upon the giantess. Shira roared - in anger more than pain - and quickly lifted hir foot from the ground. Ahastar was briefly stuck to the dragoness' sole before he fell onto the ground in a graceless heap. This time, shi didn't give Ahastar another chance to comply and brought hir right foot down directly on top of the offending beast, allowing only his head to peek between hir toes at the giantess above him.
"I tried to give you a chance. But now that you've shown no intention of being of any value to me you really leave me no choice..." The dragoness' intentions were clear, whether or not Ahastar could understand what shi was saying. The look of sheer contempt and hatred needed no words; shi seemed intent on taking out every frustration shi'd ever had on the raptor's body. "Almost every time one of you foul beasts comes here I have to defend myself. And you," shi paused, shoving a fore-toe accusingly in Ahastar's face, "Are simply the latest in the line of indignities I have to suffer. Perhaps your mangled corpse will be warning enough for the next traveler!"
Without further warning, the herm shifted more of hir weight squarely against Ahastar's chest. The force caused his sternum to crack, while the rest of his torso started to compress under the pressure. The dragoness didn't want to crush him right away; that would be too merciful for what such an insolent bug deserved. Shi instead simply allowed hir weight to settle and let the raptor struggle for air. His body slowly started to flatten as he proved unable to cope with Shira's wrath. His ribs gradually gave way under the herm's mass, one snapping after another as hir paw slowly pressed down. Seconds stretched into minutes, then seemingly into hours in the little one's oxygen-starved brain.
Shortly before the saurian would have passed out, Shira lifted hir paw slowly. The demon's body stuck to hir sole from his congealed blood before gravity slowly peeled it away and let him fall weakly to the ground. The dragoness gave him just long enough to get a painful breath before pressing down once again with even greater force. Shi rocked hir paw back and forth upon Ahastar's body to grind his damaged bones and joints against one another. His body squished and squelched as organs began to fail, popping beneath the cruel dragoness. Ahastar might have cried out in pain, if his left lung hadn't already collapsed beneath the herm's paw.
As Ahastar drifted in and out of consciousness, Shira shifted hir paw down his body to move the raptor's snout between hir two largest toes. Shi lifted off just enough for him to draw another pained breath; even breathing was excruciating as he tried to force air through his damaged body. In this position, the ball of hir foot covered his torso, while his feet were somewhere halfway down hir paw. The little trample-toy could just barely make out the dragoness' face far above with his damaged eyesight, framed by those two toes. A toothy smirk was spread across hir snout as shi let hir prey squirm pathetically beneath hir tread. Shi finally stepped off him and stood above, hir feet framing Ahastar's body as he lie beneath them.
"Now how should I finish you off..." Shira hissed, letting the battered thing writhe on the ground for a few moments. He could barely even move despite being completely free from the dragoness' crushing weight. His chest was covered in a large, paw-shaped bruise. His arms had been crushed beyond recognition by the herm's toes. His legs were mostly intact, but his shattered pelvis left them - and his cloaca - completely useless. He coughed up a small amount of blood as he lay there, wheezing for air, but barely getting enough oxygen to remain conscious.
A faint rumbling came from the herm dragoness as shi leaned hir muzzle in close to the thoroughly abused creature at hir feet. It almost looked like Shira was going to give Ahstar a kiss until hir muzzle opened and a blue 'flame' erupted from hir snout. Rather than the fiery blast of hir brethren, the frosty herm's breath weapon was that of ice. In seconds, the raptor found himself unable to move at all; he was frozen to the core, his senses dulled but not disabled. He was little more than an icicle on the ground, unable to even plead for mercy from a dragoness that would offer him none. "Farewell, little one," The dragoness purred, lifting hir paw into position one more time. Shi let it hover above the immobilized Ahastar, letting him witness the stain of his blood upon it, with his feathers and scales slowly dropping off. A moment later, Shira brought it down with the force of a meteor.
The raptor's body shattered in an instant. He had been frozen to his core; skin, muscle, and bone were all brittle from the cold. Shira ground hir paw against Ahastar's remains and turned his frozen corpse into little more than pile of blood-stained dust. Hir paw ground contemptuously back and forth to spread it around and mix the remains of the raptor into the powdery snow on the ground. When the foot lifted, there was no trace at all shi had ever had a visitor. As Shira walked away, the last of Ahastar's remains fell from hir paw, unnoticed by the dragoness; shi simply curled up and went back to sleep as if hir unwanted guest had never been there at all.

Chocolate Bunny's Demise


Written in the hope of getting a Easter-themed story up for the holiday. Unusual vore, ending in a total existence failure.
You have no idea how it happened. One moment you were walking along, minding your own business; the next you found yourself immobilized. You tried to call out for help but couldn't make a sound. Then, an earthquake. No, thunder. But it was too rhythmic to be either of those and the sound kept getting louder. Suddenly, you see the source of the noise: a massive, blue anthrodragon, towering gloriously above you. "Well, well, seems that half-demon forgot one of his chocolate bunnies," he rumbles, reaching down for you. "It'd be a shame to let it go to waste..."
"Please, god no!" you think as the warmth of the dragon's hand embraces you. He pauses, looking down at his hand for a moment.
"Did he make these things psychic?" The dragon says, looking down at you once again. "That's going to make this even more fun. Go on, beg for your life, snack. Tell me why I shouldn't just let you melt in my maw." You certainly try to come up with reasons. You weren't supposed to be here. You're not really supposed to be a chocolate bunny. Someone shouldn't do this sort of thing to a creature that can think. You're too wrapped up in your thoughts to think about the fact that you're moving once again until the dragon's maw fills your view.
From within the blue dragon's mouth comes a thick, black tongue. He makes a long, lewd lick over your front and purrs deeply at your taste. It's much like being rubbed with a thick, wet rag, somehow peeling away a tiny bit of your body. "You taste even better than you look, snack," he purrs once more, letting his breath wash over your body. The air is full of the potent smells of a predator, with more than a hint of chocolate - your chocolate - providing an undertone. You can even see the matte smear of confectionery against the otherwise glistening, jet black flesh.
Without any further warning, the dragon simply tilts his maw back and tosses you in, feet first. You scream - or try to - as your world tumbles and the male's mouth comes ever closer. Then you land on the tongue and slide back toward his throat while the world outside seems ever-more-distant. What you can see is framed by a row of pointed, perfectly white teeth the size of your head, while the deadly tongue begins to work over your body.
In the hot, humid mouth, you feel like you're sweating profusely, especially on your front. In reality, you're melting as the dragon savors your body for all it's worth. You're slid back and forth as the dragon grinds your front upon the merciless tongue beneath you. The sensation would be erotic, if you still had the ability to get aroused, but those bits were inert the moment you turned into chocolate and have already been licked away. The heat is oppressive, slowly melting even those parts of your body that aren't in immediate touch with the dragon's tongue.
Suddenly, you feel yourself moving upward. The dragon elects to swallow, mashing your softened body against the roof of his mouth in the process. You're pressed into an arch-like shape; your body conforms to every curve and bump of that surface. A moment later, you're left in complete darkness accompanied by a loud, resounding gulp. The suction pulls away all that metled chocolate and leaves you once again in direct contact with the hot, slick flesh around you. You're soon let down again, further reduced, something that becomes all too clear as the dragon's mouth opens once again.
It seems there mustn't be much of you left, as things now seem even more alarmingly huge! The dragon's teeth once seemed merely large; they now would tower over your body if you could stand against them. The tongue reaches far into the distance, at least until he curls it against your body and the pointed tip alone lashes across the width of your face. Even the dragon's purring now feels like a massive quake, shaking your entire body as you're squeezed by the tongue and nearly cut in half again.
You're swiftly moved forward by the tongue as the dragon gives you one last look between his teeth at the outside world. Everything seems massive, almost incomprehensibly so. It's like being on the roof of a skyscraper and looking down at the ground, only instead of buildings you're looking out at equally massive pieces of furniture. Almost on cue, a lizardman of some sort walks in, as large as the dragon who has spent the last several minutes (has it really only been minutes?) sucking upon your body. Without saying a word, the dragon grabs the other male and gives him a deep kiss with you in between.
The entire world, in that instant, becomes the space between the two reptilian tongues. You're pressed tightly between the two wet, fleshy appendages, ground back and forth as they embrace. Your body flattens and melts, smeared across the two tongues squeezing against what little remains of you. That heat seems to finally finish you off as consciousness begins to fade. With a final lick and swallow, all that is left is a faint taste of dark chocolate and a few calories heading to their bellies.

CHARGER!

Given my ability to change others' sizes, my explosive temper, and an enjoyment of Left 4 Dead 2, Ahastar came up with this animation combining all the above. This is just another example of why you do not mess with a minidrake.

Here's a version without the music track.

Tongue-lovin' on Timanth

Taking advantage of a significant size difference, I ride Timanth's delightfully wet tongue until we're both satisfied

Foreskin warmth

Shira savoring the warmth, musk, and more of Kraken's massive cocks.

Leicyle's going to stomp you!

You're barely worthy of being crushed like a bug, but Leicyle's going to do it anyway...

Kaiser's puppet

Kaiser has Shira all tied up and leaves hir on a rather short leash...

The Cavern of Torment


Written for Ahastar: A raptor gets caught trying to steal from a dragon's lair, only to get caught and pay dearly for his tresspass. Contains gratiutitous watersports and trampling.
It was all supposed to be so easy. At least that's what Ahastar had been told before he visited the dragons' lair. He'd be in and out within five minutes and never be seen. That was the idea, at least; he hadn't expected for there to be a dragoness waiting and protecting hir newborn hatchlings. He hadn't expected the dragoness, clearly tired from looking after the half-dozen children, to so quickly launch an attack. He hadn't expected one swipe of hir paw against the side of his head to knock him unconscious.

That was the last thing he could remember before Ahastar awoke to find himself bound tightly and trapped against the floor. His limbs were spread wide by thick leather straps; even his tail had been pulled taut beneath him. Strangely, his mouth was held open with similar restraints; a ring had been added to keep it wide open. The raptor could barely move enough swallow the saliva that had pooled within his mouth. Experimentally, Ahastar tried to move the rest of his body but could merely wiggle upon the ground like a worm. He had no idea why he was bound like this, but the stories he had heard of dragons ruthlessly punishing those who invaded their homes chilled him more than the cold stone floor. He was completely alone in the center of the massive cavern. It was completely silent in the cave; the sound of the half-demon's breathing echoed off the otherwise noiseless chamber.

He had no way of telling how long he lay on the floor there. Ten minutes, ten days... it made no difference. A distant rumbling was the only warning Ahastar had of approaching danger. It felt almost like an earthquake but was upon the ground's surface, not from under the ground. From an entrance directly in front of Ahastar a long line of dragons walked in. There were dozens of them, of varying shapes and sizes; the smallest appeared to be just slightly larger than the raptor, but the largest were nearly triple his size. They were all walking directly toward him, yet apparently disinterested in the raptor bound against the floor. Without even looking down, the dragon leading the line - a jade-colored, anthropomorphic beast - stepped directly on Ahastar's ankles with his left foot. The raptor screeched, but the dragon walked on, his right foot coming down on Ahastar's stomach. His left foot rose again, its heel landing directly on the demon's forehead. The paw twisted roughly against the demon's skull, forcing it painfully to the side, though the straps soon pulled the demon upright again and forced him to watch the rest of the procession.

As the first dragon walked away, a black quadruped took his place. His right foreleg landed squarely on Ahastar's right knee, while the left pushed on the demon's chest, depriving him of air. The left leg just missed Ahastar's nose as the dragon walked forward but the black beast's hindlegs were capable of causing just as much damage. The right slammed into Ahastar's cloaca, causing him to once again scream, though his cries went completely ignored. Even if the dragons cared, they likely couldn't hear Ahastar over the sound of their marching. Moments later, the left hindfoot came down on Ahastar's neck and the middle toe sunk into the demon's throat, making him gag on the unwashed paw's rancind taste. The talon pressed dangerously against his throat as the dragon stepped off and away, leaving the vile taste in Ahastar's muzzle. He couldn't spit it out, but he could swallow. He did, just to let saliva wash some of that taste out of his mouth, but his stomach groaned in protest of the filth that poured into it.

More dragons walked upon with equal disregard. All colors of the rainbow, bronze, silver, and gold, black and white, the parade marched on and over the raptor's body. Though he only had one or two paws on him at any given time, it was still taking quite a toll on his struggling form. His bones strained and muscles ached from having to support tons of weight upon his form, though the impacts against his body were too brief to cause any catastrophic injury. He instead bore the brunt of those dozens of dragons, his once-unblemished white hide stained and bruised.

The last dragon that walked in was a herm, the smallest of the group, perhaps even smaller than Ahastar. Hir scales were white and shimmered with iridescence, while hir wings and fin had a brilliant, rainbow coloration. Shi walked on, standing tall as hir anthroid body structure allowed. Unlike the others, shi looked directly down at the raptor as shi stepped onto him, grinning maliciously as shi deliberately stepped between his legs and onto his cloaca, working hir talons inside and dangerously pressing them right up against his maleness. While Ahastar had previously been squirming and struggling, he went completely still as the dragoness stepped up, attempting to preserve his reproductive abilities for a little while longer. Now confident that the raptor was no longer going to struggle, the dragoness stepped off, letting hir talon tips lightly catch the edge of the raptor's slit to remind him of who was in control.

While the other dragons made their way to the edges of the room, the last dragoness stayed close to the raptor, only taking two steps away before shi turned around. From Ahastar's perspective, shi looked much larger than shi actually was, given that shi loomed just in front of him. The dragoness clicked hir foot talons against the ground, the only noise in the otherwise silent room, those ticks echoing against the stone walls. Shi turned to talk to the other dragons, but the raptor had no comprehension of the dragon's language and couldn't understand a word. The herm's voice steadily grew louder, a crescendo matched by a rising tide of roars and growls from the rest of the dragons in the cavern. By the time shi finished speaking, the sounds were nearly deafening the raptor, echoing for several long seconds even after the reptilians stopped adding to the sound. Upon finishing hir speech, a black dragon came up to the bound raptor, standing above his chest. The male dragon turned around, facing the iridescent dragoness, who simply nodded. That's when things turned from bad to worse for Ahastar.

With little more than a moment's warning, the black dragon reached one claw into his sheath to pull out his shaft. It was a blood-red appendage, quite thick in the dragon's paw. The ebony-scaled anthro dragon aimed himself directly at Ahastar's open muzzle and began to urinate, forcing the raptor to drink. Ahastar's eyes went wide as he tried to spit out the disgustingly bitter fluid, but the straps that held his muzzle open also made it impossible to spit, though he could swallow if he contorted his tongue the right way. It was all he could do not to gag on the fluid; the force alone threatening to trigger his gag reflex. Ahastar swallowed once, then again, as he tried not to vomit the urine back up again. Nearly a liter of the hot fluid burned its way down Ahastar's throat before the stream subsided, allowing the raptor to attempt breathing once again, though his throat still burned from the draconic piss that forced its way into his body.

As Ahastar tried to cough and sputter his airway free, the black dragon walked alongside the intruder's body and positioned himself just beyond the raptor's feet. Again, he stood and waited for a nod from the iridescent hermaphrodite before he did his brutal work, this time by placing his right foot upon Ahastar's legs. The dragon balanced himself carefully upon his paws to distribute his weight evenly, but it was still uncomfortably heavy to the raptor on the ground.

Slowly and deliberately, the ebony reptile lifted his left foot and placed it down just above his right, which brought the dragon's full weight upon Ahastar's fragile legs. The demon cried out in a dire screech, but the dragon just grinned as he felt Ahastar's skeleton deform under the pressure. The right foot rose again and settled down upon Ahastar's thighs; his talons settled close to the bruised cloaca but caused it no further distress. The left foot followed shortly thereafter,and settled down on the raptor's abdomen, the dragon's heel grinding just the upper edge of the raptor's genitals; the half-demon squirmed nervously at the increased weight upon his hips. Watching the raptor squirm gave the black dragon sadistic delight; the beast paused for a moment to simply rock his weight back and forth just to feel the raptor's hips strain and pop, nearly at their limits.

After a moment the dragon moved upward to place his right foot on the raptor's stomach, which allowed him to bring his full weight to bear as his left foot lifted again. Under the tons of dragon weight, Ahastar's stomach gave up the contents of his lunch; the demon was able to turn his head just far enough out of the way to avoid choking on his vomit. The black dragon growled disapprovingly as the raptor lost his lunch; he slammed his left foot violently against the raptor's chest, cracking several ribs and the sternum. The cracks deepened as the dragon's right foot rose and settled directly on Ahastar's neck, which forced his head to the floor and made it impossible to breath . The demon-raptor's jaws ached from the pressure forced upon them, his teeth ground together and theatened to break as well.

With scarcely a moment's pause, the dragon twisted around on his right foot; Ahastar's jaws ground against one another, one tooth ripped from his jaws while several others splintered under the pressure. The pressure also completely closed the demon's throat as the ball of the dragon's foot pivoted there to leave him frantically squirming for air. As the left foot came back down, Ahastar could breathe again, but hir airways ached from the weight of the beast atop him. The dragon walked down much the same way as he walked up, deliberately placing one foot immediately in front of the other. As the black beast walked down, Ahastar realized that the dragon was balancing atop his body to ensure that the demon had to bear his full weight with every step. Every time the mythical creature's feet moved the demon's body had to support weight somewhere else. The demon's joints ached, bones bent, and muscles strained under the pressure.

As he trod along, the dragon maintained his careful balance atop the raptor and gave him no time to recover. When the black creature reached Ahastar's feet, he pushed them down against the ground to snap the raptor's ankles. The demon snarled in pain, especially as the dragon's weight came down to crush most of the bones in Ahastar's feet. To finish the job, the dragon spun around on the ball of his foot to grind those shattered bones against nerves and muscle and shreded them in short order. The pain was overwhelming, but brief; the nerves were quickly destroyed, ripped away from the rest of Ahastar's body. As the dragon started to walk back up, the demon tried to move his legs and feet but found that his lower body simply wasn't responding anymore. The dragon felt those futile attempts to move and let his claws press dangerously against the raptor's thighs and abdomen, an implicit threat to tear those muscles as well and leave the demon scarcely able to breathe. The warning was not lost on Ahastar and he promptly went still, allowing the dragon to walk back and forth as he pleased. Even the demon didn't want to test his luck.

After three passes back and forth, the black dragon ground his foot against Ahastar's snout with a flourish before he finally stepped off. The demon had almost no time to rest, however, as a second dragon stepped up immediately. This new tormentor was a red-colored quadruped with such a large, heavy shaft that it hung out of his sheath despite being flaccid, its blood-red tip pointed accusingly at the raptor beneath him. The dragon didn't even stand on the demon, but instead simply leaned in close and nearly touched the tip of his penis to the lesser being's nose. Ahastar didn't realize that the dragon was aiming right into his open snout until the red started to piss.

Immediately, Ahastar felt like he was drowning. The urine flow was so powerful it forced fluid into his lungs and filled his entire windpipe with the hot, briny, acidic fluid. What couldn't flow into his lungs made its way to the demon's stomach and filled the demon's belly. His body swelled with urine; even though Ahastar was full in places that such fluids were never intended to go, the dragon was far from finished and continued to unleash into the smaller being's maw. Ahastar winced in pain as he tried to keep control of his body, but soon the urine flowed through the rest of his digestive system and forced out of his anus; the flesh felt as if it were on fire with the mix of piss and digestive fluids.

The dragon stopped pissing just as abruptly as he started. Instantly, Ahastar vomited much of the urine back out; the fluid to splashed over his bruised scales and onto the ground around him. The red creature was not finished, however, and a final spurt of urine washed much of the resulting mess back onto the demon's snout and kept the filth from the dragon's penis. The dragon stepped back only after he was completely empty, moved to the demon's feet, and waited. The iridescent dragoness nodded silently to the red dragon, just as shi had before, to give the ruby-scaled creature the freedom to trample upon the worthless creature at his feet.

Without a moment's hesitation, the red dragon stepped forward and pressed the battered raptor into the ground. While his four paws allowed the giant beast's weight to spread out, that was little comfort to the demon, especially once all four paws were upon him. The forepaws settled on Ahastar's hips, while the hindpaws roughly stomped on his feet and ankles, further crushing them and causing the demon to roar out in renewed pain. That earned a cacophonic roar of approval from the group of dragons and only drove the red dragon's crush-lust higher. While the previous two dragons had been content to merely walk back and forth, the red seemed determined to break as much of the raptor as he could. He deliberately stomped on Ahastar's joints as he walked forward, breaking the demon's knees as he continued higher, then his hips as the heavy hindpaws came within inches of neutering the half-demon on the spot. As he reached the demon's face, the dragon purposefully ground his forepaws against Ahastar's nose before stepping off, leaving only his hindpaws upon their captive. The demon could breathe easier for the few moments he only supported half the dragon's weight, but those red hindpaws came down upon his chest and crushed it inward, which in turn flattened his lungs. Then the dragon turned around in place, twisting his hindfeet upon the damaged sternum and to grind the already broken bones together, before his forepaws came back down on the demon's belly. That violent impact was enough to empty Ahastar's stomach of the dragon's urine, though thankfully the red didn't seem to care.

Moving downward, the dragon continued the same treatment: he deliberately flattened anything that he could. He twisted his feet on Ahastar's joints and bones that were already broken, solely to cause as much pain as possible to that shattered skeleton. Each step the red quadruped took, pain resonated through the demon's body; battered as he was, his nervous system still seemed to work almost too well. Upon reaching the demon's feet, the dragon turned around just as he had before, though this time he left his feet upon Ahastar's knees and nearly ripped them off as he spun around. As he walked forward the red beast took aim at the demon's arms; his forepaws crushed the shoulders and hindfeet flattened the elbows with four precision stomps, rendering Ahastar's arms useless as his legs. As the fury of the dragon's steps increased, the chorus of roars and growls from the crowd grew louder as well, the calls ringing painfully in the demon's ears. When the dragon reached his face again, this time he let his hindpaws land directly upon the raptor's snout and wiped as if Ahastar were naught but a doormat. Dirt and dust embedded themselves under the few of scales that weren't torn off, while his skull let out a creak in protest.

Once more, the red turned around and crashed with a rock slide's intensity on Ahastar's chest. It nearly made the reptile pass out, but he wasn't allowed even that small mercy; the continued agony was so intense that it forced him to remain conscious. He felt every merciless step as the dragon stomped down his body again, ribs cracking with each impact. He did, however, receive one small mercy; unlike the others, the iridescent dragoness called off the red before he could turn around to make a third pass. It wasn't out of pity for the bruised creature; shi simply wanted him to remain alive long enough so others could also feel the squirming thing underfoot. Shi also wanted a turn, and the entire crowd roared as shi stepped around to the demon and grinned downward, revealing hir pearlescent teeth and ice-blue maw. Shi kneeled and straddled his chest, pulled out hir shaft, and aimed it at the demon's face. He knew what was coming by now, but with so many of his bones broken and muscles torn he couldn't even tense up in fear. He wasn't expecting twin streams from the dragoness' cock and femslit, though, nor was he expecting it to be so cold that it shocked his senses into a moment of numbness. The dragoness used both sets of genitals to urinate and shi leaned back enough for both showers to land directly on the demon's snout and flood his nostrils. The cold might have been soothing if not for the pressure - nearly equal to a fire hose's spray - quickly filling Ahastar's stomach once again.

Just when Ahastar thought his face was going to freeze from the cold, the dragoness abruptly stopped, aware of the limits of hir plaything. Shi stroked the side of his head gently to bring him back to his senses, then released a final spurt right into his muzzle at point-blank range. With a cold chuckle, the dragoness stood up as the demon tried to cough out some of the fluid that filled his horribly bruised lungs, but it did him little good. He no longer had the strength to even hack up the filth. The dragoness walked back and took hir place just as the other dragons had earlier, then paused just long enough for the demon's useless sneezing to stop. Only once shi had his full attention shi began walk up along his prone body. Shi posed for the other dragons as shi walked along; hir paws lewdly caressed hir body and several roars from the crowd echoed through the chamber. Through his discomfort Ahastar noticed that hir feet - unlike the other dragons that had trod upon him - were perfectly smooth and almost soft to the touch, which allowed them to simply conform over more of his body and distribute hir weight with near-surgical precision. Hir steps slowly took hir upward as shi tried to balance on just the demon's right leg, snapping the bones with hir measured steps. As shi came upon the demon's groin, shi simply speared a claw into his cloaca, tore it open, and revealed the bruised flesh within. There was no hope of his groin ever recovering from that mutilation, even if he were to escape now.

Willfully ignorant of the demon's screams, the herm walked forward and stood for a moment on the demon's stomach. With a single, quick stomp, shi forced its contents upward again. Ahastar's muscles were so damaged that it was easy as squeezing out toothpaste; he had no control left over his digestive system. Shi purred with satisfaction before shi stepped higher. Hir steps were light as shi felt out the injuries along his ribs and chest, then shook hir head disapprovingly as shi found that most of the demon's ribs were somehow cracked, but intact. The chilly dragoness spoke in a tongue alien to the half-demon as shi expressed hir disapproval, before shi gave a crushing stomp to emphasize hir point. Shi was the lightest dragon that had walked upon Ahastar so far and, while hir footfalls wouldn't be enough to break bones on their own, shi did shatter one of the ribs the previous dragon cracked. Shi finally reached the demon's face and simply looked down at him; hir gaze pierced directly into his eyes and revealed naught but unrestrained malice. Hir next step brought hir directly onto his head, hir right foot's claws dangerously close to an eye.

Briefly, the dragoness stood on the raptor's head. It only was a couple of seconds, but they dragged on for minutes to the demon. Had any other dragon done that, his skull would have crunched into the ground; shi was just light enough that Ahastar's head could support hir weight. Shi then lifted hir left paw off him and twisted around roughly on hir right, which tore into the few scales that Ahastar had left on his skull. Then, just as deliberately as shi walked upward, shi walked back down and trod on the exact same areas as before. With each step shi swayed hir hips and twisted hir paws upon his badly-bruised flesh. At his hips, shi gave a firm stomp on the remains of his maleness and ground it violently against his stomach. If Ahastar's lungs weren't so damaged, he would have screamed out in agony; instead, he could barely whimper as his masculinity itself was taken away from him. While his genitals were already damaged beyond use, now there was no sign at all he'd ever been male. The pain was intolerable - he wished he could die - but even the mercy of death wasn't to be granted to Ahastar just yet.

After just one pass, the herm stepped off and shook hir head once again before shi motioned for another dragon to come over. This one was a sapphire blue dragoness, somewhat smaller than the others who had come so far, though still a full foot taller than the iridescent one. She was somewhat younger as well, just on the adult side of maturity. She seemed rather nervous as she walked up to the demon, despite the wretched state Ahastar was in. She straddled his muzzle much as the last dragoness had, knelt down just above his face, and gently rubbed his muzzle with one paw. She made him look upward into her femslit just before she started to pee onto his face. The blue fem growled with the effort and but could only force out a small spurt of pee; a chuckle rose from the crowd. Frustrated, she strained her muscles, roaring out in irritation and embarrassment, but was still unable to soak the raptor as the others had.

The crowd started to laugh in earnest, the noise rose to a level that made Ahastar's head throb and ache. Furious with herself, the female dispensed with the formalities and jumped directly back to land on Ahastar's thighs; the demon's upper legs snapped neatly in two with her weight. She wasted little time as shi walked up Ahastar's body, each step a deliberate stomp, The broken bones ground together with hir efforts, while several others snapped with the strain. As she reached his head, she merely kicked his snout and knocked out several teeth before turning around upon his chest. She seemed interested only in taking out her anger on this pathetic creature's body; the fact she was supposed to be breaking him anyway simply was a bonus. With her walk back down the raptor's form, she delighted in causing as much pain as possible, deliberately grinding bones together, which twisted others out of place and left him like a mere underworldly pretzel.

With her second pass, she took her first approach again; shi tried to break every bone she'd dislocated previously with well-aimed, crushing steps, bringing her heel directly down upon them to maximize the impact. Though she was the second-smallest trampler of the group, her technique made her even more effective than the others; every bone she hit with her heels snapped or shattered. She aimed for the few remaining bones in his legs to ensure they were completely useless, then leapt brutally onto his arms and broke them just beneath the shoulder. When she reached the demon's muzzle the second time, she forced her foot directly into it, grabbed his tongue with her toes and kicked his remaining teeth right into his throat. Her foot violently worked around Ahastar's tongue as she wiped her toes off on his rough tongue, her scales scratching its surface. As she pulled her foot out again, her claws caught the inside of his throat and drew blood, to leave him coughing up red, at least when he had enough air and strength to cough anything at all. On hir way down, shi tried to worsen the injuries shi'd already caused and ground what remained of Ahastar's joints beyond recognition. He was completely crippled as he lie there, struggled to breathe as blood blocked his windpipe, and hoped for the end soon.

Rather than making a third pass, the blue female jumped off and ran back into the crowd, clearly unhappy with herself. But before Ahastar could even think, yet another female took the blue one's place. This one was half-again larger than the last and her form shimmered with emerald scales. Perhaps they were related somehow, but the half-demon had no time to consider that; unlike the blue, this dragoness knew exactly what she was doing. Shi stood high above the raptor and spread her slit with one paw just before she pissed upon the raptor's face. She was able to force out a potent, acrid stream onto his muzzle, steam rising from his scales. His senses were starting to fade, but he could still taste the bitter fluid mixing with his blood. Worse, he could feel the acidic urine as it burned his flesh, a talent that none of the other dragons had demonstrated. It stung his eyes, as Ahastar no longer was able to close them, and his vision slowly clouded over the dragoness' shower continued.

In his haze, Ahastar couldn't tell when the green stopped covering him in pee until he felt a foot come down on his legs. There wasn't enough left of his skeleton for anything else to break, his body still made a satisfying crackle and squish under the dragoness' feet. She didn't even look down at the demon as she walked over him and let her paws fall where they may. The ball of her foot came down on his cloaca again, which would have made Ahastar jump if he had a skeleton left to twitch with. Somehow his heart and lungs survived as his chest collapsed under a green paw, even as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He was forced awake again with each new stomp, only to nearly black out again after that jolt to his body. When the green spun around, she carefully kept those vital organs between her toes to ensure the demon would live a few minutes longer. The dragoness walked back down just as carelessly and flattened most of the raptor's body into little more than a pulp. She was waved off after just one pass, though; the herm knew that a the demon wouldn't survive much longer and wanted to give him a proper sending off.

As the emerald dragoness casually walked off and swished her tail, the herm stepped in once more. This time, though, rather than standing on the raptor, shi simply ripped him from his bonds on the floor with both hands. By now the raptor could only just make out what was going on around him. Things were getting steadily brighter... was he being taken outside again? The other dragons followed, though the demon's ears were now completely useless; he was spared the noise this time. Ultimately the dragoness carried the demon outside. The sunlight blinded the demon entirely; though he couldn't see, he could certainly feel his body shake as he was thrown on the ground once again. While the demon struggled to regain his vision the iridescent herm started to grow, defying the very laws of physics with a burst of magic. By the time the raptor's damaged vision cleared, he found himself looking up at a ninety-foot-tall herm that grinned toothily to the battered creature at hir feet.

The dragoness said nothing; the raptor had no voice with which to protest. Shi simply walked up to him and planted hir right foot upon his lower body, then hir left upon his upper half, covering him entirely. The few bones he had remaining were almost instantly crushed, while his internal organs collapsed simultaneously, causing a rather large spurt of blood, bile, and his few remaining fluids to come out of his mouth. That same magic that made the dragoness grow, however, also denied the demon a trip back to hell. He lied there, his entire body compressed under the merciless soles of a mage, his senses acutely aware of every moment. Shi lifted hir right foot first and brought it down with cataclysmic force upon his legs. Hir center talon pierced his crotch, while his hir toes further crushed his hips, blood soaking into the ground. Ahastar would have sworn that his body were on fire, given the agony that coursed through him, but the dragoness' feet remained mercilessly upon him.

There was only one act left in this play, one that even the demon could foresee. The herm's left foot lifted skyward. Ahastar's face and chest stuck to it briefly before peeling off and falling to the ground. He could only make out the silhouette of the giantess above him, hir body framed in the sunlight as hir paw loomed overhead. Hir toes waved above the raptor, giving him a final farewell before shi brought hir foot down upon him. Were the raptor's body more than a mere husk of scales, he might have burst from the impact. Instead, he merely collapsed under the herm's weight with a dull squish. His remaining organs burst under the dragoness' final step, while his skull finally crunched like an old, hollow shell.

With his entire body crushed and the herm's magic waning, Ahastar slowly, finally succumbed to his demise. Not satisfied to merely kill the demon, the towering dragoness' started to wipe hir feet on the deflated sack of scales at hir feet to defile his remains. Shi smeared Ahastar's innards over flattened carcass and onto the ground. Hir left foot rose, then hir right, each creating a soft thud as a paw struck the ground. By the time shi finished there was a several-inch deep crater in the ground and the raptor's body had been flattened out over much of it.

With the demon-raptor dead and a clear warning left for any other fool who dared infiltrate their home, the entire pack of dragons walked inside and left the corpse to rot out in the midday sun.

Flattening New Jersey


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