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.

Disappearance

Shira knew what shi was doing. At least, that's what shi hoped. Given that shi was the owner of - and best trick at - the brothel of mages, it was a given that shi encountered new situations every night. Everyone wanted to have hir, yet at the price shi commanded, few could afford to do so. That was quite effective at weeding out the creepy types; at worst, shi'd end up as the plaything of some old, impotent noble who wanted to experience carnal pleasures once more and hir magic would enable them to fuck like a hormone-crazed teenager for the night.

So when Theo came in and seemed to be a perfectly normal, well-adjusted individual, Shira raised an eyeridge. Hir magic did not come cheap and none came seeking the services of hir kind without something specific and exotic in mind. The ice dragoness wasn't a fool; shi knew everyone wanted something. "What can I do for you, sir?" shi said, respectfully yet mischievously. At just two inches tall, the minidragoness would have been hard to see if shi weren't sitting on the edge of the desk, but from there hir iridescent scales glistened and hir magically-amplified voice carried easily to the lion sitting in front of hir.

"Shrink me," Theo said, without skipping a beat, "So I can take you more easily." The request was unusual, but not unique, as Shira had previous experience with size-changing magic and the unusual lovemaking it allowed. It wasn't even the first time someone wanted to mount hir and such requests were becoming more common as the number of dragons willing to tolerate other species dwindled. Hir curvaceous form only increased the temptation, as shi was quite well-proportioned. The lion was not lacking in appearance either, though; Shira couldn't quite place his origins, but he could easily have his pick of the ladies. It just seemed he was in the mood for something a bit more unusual.

"Just how small do you wish to be, my feline friend?" Shira mused, "Size is always relative, of course. What you consider small would still be dangerously large to me. What I consider small you likely couldn't even see. Tell me, Theo, just what size do you wish to be shrunk to?"

With an ever-broadening grin, Theo simply lifted a paw and brought two fingers together until they touched. The message was clear: he wanted to be as small as the dragoness could make him. It was risky, but shi'd done potentially lethal things to clients in the past and, in every such instance, the sheer volume of magical energy was enough to sustain life through the impossible. "Strip," Shira commanded, "Then climb onto the desk with me. I see no reason to even leave the office if all you want is to see the world from a new perspective." Even as shi continued speaking, Theo started to remove his clothing, gently setting it into the chair he had sat in. As soon as he was naked, the lion climbed onto the desk and onto his fours.

"Good, good," Shira purred, starting to weave hir spell. Hir wings shimmered with color, glowing steadily brighter as shi prepared to reduce his size. Given hir ability to draw energy out of air and use it at will, shi had an unparalleled ability to do what shi wished, regardless of how impossible it seemed. Thus, when shi flapped hir wings and energy started flowing into the lion, his size dwindled rather quickly. Each flutter reduced his size by nearly an eighth, bringing him steadily lower to the desk. The dragoness had to move out from beneath him after a few moments, but shi didn't stop until he was just six inches tall, barely triple hir size. He couldn't get off the desk now without help, leaving him effectively trapped with the herm.

From here, the dragoness' body did all the talking; shi got onto all fours hirself and raised hir tail, grinning back at the diminutive lion. Theo, for his part, wasted no time in running toward hir. Though he wasn't hugely endowed, he was quite thick, which made the dragoness feel that much tighter. Both groaned as the tight, slick flesh gripped Theo's shaft. Being an ice dragoness, the herm's slit was oddly cold, but that just drew more blood to the lion's length and further increased his sensitivity. He bottomed out in hir before he could push the entirety of his shaft inside, though, causing him to grumble disapprovingly. "Smaller," he said.

With a grin, Shira responded by simply rubbing hir wings against him, which allowed the energy to transfer even more efficiently. In a mere second, his size was halved again, allowing him to slide the rest of his shaft into the herm. In response, shi ground hir hips against his, hir wetness soaking into his fur, while his pre helped warm hir body. Slowly, but steadily, shi rocked against him, shifting hir body to allow him to enter hir at a different angle every time. But shi also knew that he wanted to be smaller still and continued to weave hir magic; with every thrust, another fraction of an inch dropped from the lion's height, allowing hir to pull him more tightly to hir body.

Once Theo was down to hir size, Shira slid out from under him and rolled the cat over, allowing hir to playfully loom over him. Shi crouched down over his face, rubbing hir slit against his nose to intoxicate the male with hir scent, driving him into a mad lust. Satisfied that the lion wasn't going to stop until he'd achieved at least one orgasm, shi slid down his body until shi was straddling his length and pushed it into hir once more. With hir on top, shi could simply squeeze him with hir thighs, ensuring that he filled hir completely.

Even now, Shira continued to shrink the feline, who squirmed as he looked ever further up at hir. Each thrust went deeper into Shira's body. Each moment made hir tower ever-further above him. Each second shi rode him harder, using him more as a toy for hir own pleasure than simply treating him as a client. Shi knew he wanted it, evidenced particularly by the thick stream of precum that flowed into hir cunt. He was only half hir size now, but on the verge of climax as he shuddered with need. Shira used hir tail to lift up his lower body, then curled hir legs around his hips and forced him into hir completely, causing him to cry out and release his seed. As he squirted into hir, the herm simply kept his shaft fully inside hir, allowing him to paint the slippery walls with cum until he was completely spent.

Having satisfied the lion, Shira pulled off his body, lying next to him as he tried to recover. "Was that good enough for you?" shi mused, gently licking his nose. Though he grinned, he had only one thing to say:

"Smaller."

It wasn't entirely unexpected, though this was the smallest shi'd made anyone in quite some time. Much smaller than this and there would be risks from even passing air currents; he weighed less than a gram at this size. But, as the cliché goes, the customer is always right. Just in case, Shira began to prepare a revival spell before shi continued to reduce the lion's size. Theo purred and knew he was getting his wish. He lied on his back and motioned for the dragoness to ride him again, a request shi was more than happy to fulfill.

As the lion became smaller, he found himself subject to the dragoness' whims. While he previously could simply thrust into hir, he soon found himself so small that he was completely covered by hir hips and pinned to the table beneath hir body. A few moments later, he was engulfed by hir slit, covered in hir juices, surrounded by hir scent, and shivered from the chill. He was able to stay beneath hir for a brief time, but shi soon pushed him into hir body, allowing hir tight walls to encase his furry form. Shi took great care not to crush him, but as he became smaller the dragoness squeezed tighter, until he was so tiny that he simply became stuck to hir inner walls. He was less than a millimeter in height now and, as shi spread hir legs to allow in light, he saw the micro-herm's glistening blue slit spread before him like a cathedral.

This was as small as shi wanted to make the lion, but as shi tried to cast a stop-magic spell, shi found it ineffective upon the lion. Nervously, shi tried again, putting as much energy as shi could into the magic, but even that was useless and he continued to shrink. Even a growth spell seemed useless; nothing shi did could stop his size from being sapped away. Hir magic would only work on willing subjects, though: did the lion truly want to continue this madness? There was nothing shi could do for him now, though; he was smaller than the tip of hir talon and there was nothing else shi could use to retrieve him from inside hir body. Shira knew that all shi could do for him now was give the lion a show by pleasuring hirself.

With nothing left in effect but Shira's shrinking and protection spells, the lion found himself falling ever-further into the dragoness. His body's cells both shrank and disappeared in perfect proportion; his mass was converted into the energy needed to sustain his existence. He found himself washed over with the herm's fluids as shi fingered hirself, mired in the thick goo that trapped him to the inner walls of hir cunt. Breathing was difficult, not least of which because his small size reduced the amount of space in his airways, but every breath lasted much longer as his body used the air more efficiently.

Once he passed beneath the notice of even the micro-dragoness, things became increasingly weird for the shrinking male. He could start to feel the individual cells that made up the herm's body, giving hir an increasingly rough texture. The once-slippery fluid started to feel like hail, as molecules became noticeable. Breathing was forgotten; his body was running on something other than oxygen, now that O2 itself was too large for him to inhale. His shrinking accelerated as well; he soon fell into the orbit of an atom, too large for him to identify what he was. The herm's body had absorbed him now, not that Shira had any idea what was going on, and the once-noble lion was now twirling around with subatomic particles.

The very components of the universe were laid before him now, as even quarks were now huge compared to Theo, but there was nobody for him to tell. He would never be seen again.

Night on the Town

Just something quick to provide some much-needed new content here. :)  Also, something that I very much wish I could be doing, too, though nasty things like STDs make that very much an improbability.



After a brief hesitation, Shira sent a message to someone on an personals site. It was obvious that the other fur in question wanted nothing more than a one-night stand; that was fine with hir, as shi was in town for only one night anyway. The videos on his profile were quite impressive, too, showing that he certainly had the package of a porn star, even if he didn't necessarily know how to use it. Most of the videos just showed him jerking himself for a few minutes before spurting his thick seed across the floor or his chest, depending on which way he leaned. The dragoness was intent on showing him how to make better use of such a big dick. Shi showed off a few pictures of hirself, posing in all hir iridescent-scaled glory, which was enough to convince the vulpine to come over for the evening.

So, when the brown-furred fox knocked on the hotel room door, Shira answered while wearing nothing but a collar. Shi didn't want to waste time and simply grinned as shi pulled him inside, practically throwing him onto the bed. They had exchanged names online before, but it made no difference to the herm. Even before he could say hello, the dragoness was undoing his pants, then immediately nuzzled against the male's crotch. It had been far too long since shi'd done this sort of thing, too long since shi'd last gotten drunk on the musk of a male, too long since shi'd last had a warm, thick shaft sliding down hir throat.

Not thirty seconds after shi'd pulled the vulpine into the room, Shira was licking around the fox's malehood. Rather than having the more traditional sheath, the fox possessed an entirely human set of bits: a ten-inch long uncut shaft and a heavy pair of testicles dangling beneath, though they were a solid black. While hir muzzle slipped over the mostly-flaccid shaft, hir paw worked underneath those orbs, fondling beneath there, occasionally letting a claw slip back to caress nearer the male's tailhole. As the male's foxhood firmed, the herm simply kept hir muzzle firmly against his crotch, allowing his tip to work ever-closer to hir throat. Shi curled hir tongue around to tease his foreskin, slipping it just under the extra flesh to tease at the male's cockhead directly. While he wasn't perfectly clean, the taste and scent of dried cum lingering upon his flesh just made hir feel even more of a slut and sent a pleasurable shiver through hir body. Shi eagerly lapped at it, slowly removing that thin, slimy, and incredibly potent film.

Once the vulpine's dick was completely hard, the dragoness slowly pulled hir muzzle off his shaft. Shi purred heavily and nuzzled at his heavy balls once again, practically drinking in his scent, before shi turned around and got into a 69 position. "Fuck my snout," shi growled, pulling him atop hir so his maleness would rub across hir muzzle and smear pre upon it. That earned hir a quick response; the male wanted to show his dominance to the supposedly submissive herm and wasted no time in positioning his tip against hir snout. Shira had only a brief moment to admire his flesh before it plunged into hir, making hir moan as it sunk directly into hir throat. Shi tried to swallow around him to pull him even deeper, though he practically lied down upon hir to hilt his shaft in hir.

>From this position, Shira could do little but curl hir arms around the male and hold him to hir. Shi reveled as his heavy, musky testicles rolled across hir nostrils, forcing hir to take in his scent, though it was proving quite hard to breathe with so much foxcock in hir throat. Even as shi gagged on it, hir tail curled around hir shaft to pleasure hirself. Rather than attempting to get free, shi just nuzzled against his crotch and felt his tip pressing around within hir. Once he started to thrust, the dragoness let go of his waist and simply let him have his way. Taking in breath between his movements, Shira tried to move hir muzzle in time with him, nearly pulling out of hir only to hilt within hir body once again. Occasionally, he pulled out too far and his cock slapped wetly against hir snout; the fox responded by rubbing the heavily scented underside of his sac against hir nose before pushing his thick tip inside once again.

When shi wasn't busy choking on his girth, Shira guzzled down as much of the male's heavy precum as shi could. He had a remarkable supply of it, too, as it flowed in a nearly steady stream across hir tongue and into hir throat. As the fox neared, he stayed in hir for longer, electing to grind his shaft against hir instead of simply humping in and out. For hir part, the herm continued to rub his rear, pulling him toward hir every time he did buck his hips and allowing his balls to slap heavily against hir nose. The fox gave an occasional grunt, but the surest sign of his approaching climax were his testicles, which pulled ever-closer to his body and enabled him to slip just a bit further into the horny drake beneath him.

Grunting was the last thing the fox did before he climaxed. He pulled back for a few moments, allowing the first, creamy spurt of his seed to run across Shira's tongue before he rammed his dick completely into hir once more, forcing the taste to linger in hir snout while the rest of his spooge flowed directly into hir belly, warming hir tight throat. The fact Shira was being smothered by the shaft blocking hir windpipe and the testicles covering hir nose just seemed to arouse them both; shi had made sure to mention that kink to hir vulpine partner. Now that he'd cum, he wasn't going to get off hir until shi also climaxed or shi stopped masturbating, even now that he'd come off his peak.

Shira didn't last much longer, though, as shi too came powerfully. Shi aimed away from his muzzle - he said he didn't want a cumshot - though shi did shoot halfway across the room to leave a thick stain on the curtains. It didn't matter much, as shi undoubtedly wasn't the first to do that. Hir subsequent spurts didn't go nearly as far, with the last couple of drops simply dribbling out of hir shaft and pooling near hir maleslit. The male then slowly slid off hir muzzle, leaving hir gasping for breath as shi swallowed the remnants of his cum.

As shi lied there gasping for breath, he didn't even look back; the fox simply put his pants on and left the sated herm behind.

Description - Human Sized Anthro

Just an updated description of myself at a roughly human size to provide an easier artist's reference.


Shira is an anthropomorphic ice dragoness. In hir current form, shi stands roughly 5'10" tall, leaving hir just a hair below "average" size for such creatures. Upon hir head shi has a pair of ears that seem somewhere between equine and feline, with pale-blue flesh within. There's also a fin that runs from the top of hir head down to the small of hir back, showcasing a vibrant rainbow, with faintly iridescent quills to support it. Hir muzzle is roughly like that of an alligator; as shi yawns, you can see the same ice-blue shade that was contained within hir ears, as well as a lengthy, forked, snake-like tongue. Hir eyes show a rainbow of color, changing slightly with hir mood.

As you look down hir body, you notice that shi's completely nude; the herm seems to believe that hir scales are the only protection from the environment that shi needs. Hir overall build is rather slender, but there's a hint of hidden strength, not expressed, yet seeming just under the surface. Though hir scales are predominantly white, there's a glimmer of iridescence just along the edge of each one. Shi has a reasonably sized pair of breasts, providing another smooth curve to hir body without being excessively large or harming hir body's aerodynamics. Hir wings are tremendously large, their span easily double hir height, and sport the same rainbow coloration as hir fin. Shira also possesses a long, whip-like tail, as long as shi is tall, which slowly tapers into a blunted point; shi lacks a tail spade or any similar ornamentation.

Hir hands are mostly human-like, five-fingered, though hir talons have the appearance of small prisms as they refract light in a dazzling array of color. Similarly, hir feet have such talons, though they are four-toed, not entirely humanoid. Perhaps your gaze has awakened hir interest, because as you look back upward, you notice that the hermaphrodite is becoming aroused. Shi uses hir tail to reveal hir femslit, its bluish color matching nicely with hir scales. Hir humanoid maleness needs no help pushing free, the herm considerably larger than average, but not obscenely so. Shi doesn't have any external testicles, nor even any visible bulges where they might be; once again, it seems hir aerodynamics are of top priority.

When Shira clears hir throat, you realize that you've been looking for a bit longer than might be polite. Still, shi smiles, allowing you to make the next move.

Symphony of Words (or Symphony in English Major)

Close your eyes.
Listen to my voice.
Can you see it?
Even with your eyes closed, can you see the world I do?

The mountains towering in the distance, shrouded in a thin layer of mist?
The small creatures of the earth, scurrying through the evergreen forest in the valleys?
The brilliant evening sun, lazily drifting toward the horizon?

But there is more than mere sight here.

Listen to the birds conversing with one another in song.
Listen to the wind rustling its way through the trees.
Listen to the bubbling stream as has flowed since time immemorial.

Nor are there just the sounds of the flora and fauna.

Can you smell the pine trees, their scent carried by the breeze?
Can you feel the sun's warmth as it embraces you, its long lost friend?
Can you taste the raw magic in the air, the truest of natural beauty?

This is my gift, and my gift to you.
My gift is the power - the art - of the written word.
My vocabulary is my pallette and your imagination, my canvas.
I am not bound by the limitations of reality, nor even those of paint, sculpture, dance, or song.
I am, through my words, capable of traveling the universe, to any time and place.
And through these words, these simple combinations of letters, I can bring you along.

My work is a symphony not for the ears, but for the mind.
My work has the power to create and destroy, even for just a fleeting moment of imagination.
My work possesses a timeless ability to touch all of your senses, if you will allow it.
My work allows reality and fantasy to intermingle as one.

I am an author.

This is my art.

Dominance Through Submission

Having written an essay for Hoshi about my submission at his feet, I started thinking about just what I'm really submitting to. After all, it consists of only doing those things that I already enjoy doing. So who really has control? Here's my take on the subject.


In my experience within the fandom, I've found that I much prefer taking a submissive role. As my recent essay for Hoshi suggests, I can quite get into such a position as well. But, perhaps paradoxically, one can be dominant in a submissive role. Ultimately, the "submissive" partner is the person who dictates what will or won't be done, decides the limits on those activity, and has the final word on when enough is enough.

When I am submitting to another fur, I already have a good idea of what I'm getting myself into. While I do have a rather open mind when it comes to things, I also wouldn't take a submissive role with another fur whose interests and mine didn't match. I do the things that a dominant partner orders not simply because it's their order, but also because I want to do those things. I want to be forced into doing those things that I like doing anyway. While the reasons for that are varied and complicated, it can be simply summed in one word: arousal. I – and, in my experience, most other submissives – are aroused by being "forced" into doing those activities that they would enjoy anyway. Likewise, when assuming a submissive position, there's nothing that will force me to do something that I truly do not want to do. In my case, there aren't that many things that I won't do, but nobody would ever talk me into doing them. While a dominant fur would always like to think that they are making the submissive do anything and everything, it's up to the sub to decide what won't happen.

Even with the activities that both the dom and sub can mutually enjoy, it's the submissive's decision to decide to what extent he will submit. For example, while I greatly enjoy being beneath a set of dirty paws, I don't like paws that are completely neglected and would refuse to submit under those conditions. Likewise, a crush fetishist that prefers being crushed with a single step may refuse to allow a dominant fur to crush them bit by bit and drawing out their brief desire into a lengthy ordeal. Another fur may prefer the extreme behavior – completely neglected paws or to be crushed one bone at a time – and refuse to submit to anything less than that. Every person will have their own unique limits, and a dominant has to respect those limits.

While all these things can and should be discussed in advance to prevent a conflict of interests, it still is up to the submissive, who has the ultimate power with one, simple word: no. Even in the most extreme scenario, of complete submission to another, the submissive always has the power to say no and simply stop things dead in their tracks. This is especially true online, where the sub can sign off if the dominant partner won't take "no" seriously; in real life it would require more careful planning, but the result is still the same. If a dominant's demands are unreasonable, or the dom won't respect the submissive's desires or limits, the sub can simply walk away.

Thus, in matters of dominance and submission, it's the seemingly submissive partner who ultimately dictates the manner of playing involved, the limits, and their end. In this way, one actually has dominance through submission.

At the Feet of a Bunny-God

Hoshi asked me to write an essay about "how much you love your god and his powerful paws...the stench and taste...how low and pitiful you are to them...how much you worship them." In a half-hour or so, this is what I came up with. I think I've covered just about everything he asked for. :)


While I may be a dragon, I still am nothing compared to a macro and his mighty paws, especially such a beautiful and powerful being as Hoshi. I love the massive bunny and his feet for their power, even their potent musk and flavor; I am nothing to such paws and worship them freely.

Words seem truly inadequate to convey my desire to spend the rest of my days at the almighty feet of Hoshi. Even the merest twitch of his toes could be fatal; he has a god's power over life and death. I can think of no better way to die than beneath the feet of my god, who towers far into the sky above me; I am no more than a tiny bug at his feet. There is nothing about his feet that I don't love. Even the powerful stench of his sweaty paws after several days or the taste of the filth they acquire is a gift from heaven itself, and I always regard cleaning his dirty paws with my tongue as both an honor and a great pleasure.

I am a mere bug to such a powerful being; I am not worthy of the pleasure Hoshi allows me to experience at his feet. I don't even deserve the joy of being crushed under his paw, to give my life beneath the mighty pads that I long to worship. I'd enjoy nothing more than to spend every waking moment at Hoshi's feet, licking and rubbing them, giving them as much attention as I can possibly lavish upon them, though they deserve far more than I, a tiny, worthless creature could ever hope to give.

Even now, I long to be at – or under – the feet of my master, Hoshi. There is nothing that would make me happier than being allowed to be in his presence, undeserving of it as I am. Even when I sleep, I dream of being at his paws, covered in the toejam between them, half-smothered in their scent, unable to taste, feel, or see anything else. As a mere insect to such a god-like, perfect creature, it is entirely at his will that I may experience this; I long for that moment and never wish to leave the presence of his feet.

Urinal Fox

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