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"What am I going to do with you...?" Thomas muttered to himself.

The red fox paced around his basement floor, the entire place illuminated with several light fixtures adorned on the ceiling and the walls. He had a package sitting in front of his desk, marked to his address and name. He had a habit of impulse buying stuff on the internet, but he always had the space for everything that he bought. His basement was a testament to his spending, as several shelves were nailed to the walls of the room, each one filled to the brim with various snow globe looking objects, each one as large as the next.

"But you, good sir, I think I have to make a new spot just for you." Thomas said to nothing once more. He stared down at the object next to the package with a carefully observant eye. He'd ordered it on an auction bidding site and managed to snipe someone at the last second. It was an impulse decision -like all of his other ones were- and the seller didn't provide any details on actual size or dimensions until the thing arrived on his doorstep. A large, almost basketball sized planet stood on his desk, the orb itself kept elevated by four different stands on each bottom end of it, the stands covered with a cloth so he didn't damage it. He needed to buy a glass case or something just as strong for it.

Buying inhabited planets or miniature environments was a bit of a hobby for Thomas. The vulpine's tail swished left and right at the thought of getting to know some new toys for the afternoon like a child opening their presents on Christmas day. His favorite things about his hobby were the ones made for jewelry. Thomas gently adjusted the planet that hung around as a necklace. The smooth surface always brushed against his fur and between his chest. Every so often, his ears would pick up something small; a collectivized scream, something breaking on the surface. It always made him grin. Occasionally, he'd even visit a few of his little habitats to see how the locals were doing. Those visits didn't take too long considering he'd whipped them into shape a long time ago. The fact that he had to do that all over again delighted Thomas.

"Right, since I've got nothing better to do, I think it's time for you guys to meet your new ruler." Thomas smirked.

He leaned down towards the basketball sized planet and whispered the words. His breath would rush along the surface, the waters rippling and churning just from that and a snort of his muzzle. He always loved doing that sort of thing, but he was going to have to be a bit more...to scale, if he wanted to truly have some fun. Thomas quickly fiddled with a pair of earrings that were studded to his left ear. The gold jewelry served as a sort of scaling parameter for these visits. If Thomas wanted to, he could have smothered and shattered the whole place with a paw, but where was the fun in that? Getting up close and personal had far better rewards.

He pressed one of his earrings and felt the world around him slowly begin to enlarge and bloat in size. Thomas' green eyes darted around as his athletic, bulky frame began to shrink and descend towards the ground, the planet in front of him getting larger and larger. The shrinking process began to quicken and quicken until Thomas was forced to jump onto the planet itself until it surpassed him in size. With any invading object, Thomas' body catapulted into the miniature planet's stratosphere, the heat from the speed of impact making him burn just a bit. This was the one bit that he actively disliked, it was so barbaric. He really needed to invest in a ship or some other means of transporting himself. He curled himself into a ball as his shrinking had finally ceased enough for him to enter the planet without harm to the place. It was show time.

From the planet's view, everyone in the northernmost hemisphere would see something descending in a ball of fire towards the ocean. It would take several minutes, possibly even longer until the burning thing in the sky disappeared and crash landed into the water with a quake strong enough to reverberate throughout that same area. The water folded into itself before it exploded outward, causing a massive ripple in every direction. Any city unfortunate enough to be near the coast would suffer a flood, but it wasn't like Thomas cared. One city out of hundreds, possibly more was but collateral damage.

After removing any bit of fire on his person, Thomas finally emerged from the depths of the ocean waters. The vulpine let out a large cough before he stood up at his full height for these places. The vulpine generally put himself at certain heights for the sake of intimidation, communication among other things. No sense in being big enough that no one can hear you speak. Thomas glanced around the area of sea to fin land only not that far off. His head had barely poked out of the ocean floor, possibly to sea level, so that left him with a good estimate of how tall he was. With a grunt, he got to swimming towards the nearest landmass. Thankfully, it only took him a few minutes, but it was a good few minutes to think about what he was going to do.

"Ahh, fun times..." Thomas breathed as he saw the usual signs of civilization; a few skyscrapers, buildings and streets, as well as the coast of what seemed like a beach. The towering vulpine's face could be seen as he crossed miles within minutes. He could hear the screams of those on the shore as they stared to run away at the sight of his face while some decided to stay out of pure curiosity. Good, good, they knew when to when to run. That made this a lot more fun. Close to twenty minutes later, Thomas had finally arrived at his first city of the day. He erupted from the sea like the beast he was, his body coming into light more and more, his bulky, yet chiseled muscles in full display due to his damp fur. His planet necklace hung on his neck still. Black furred legs gave way to enormous padded paws that exploded out from the water, slamming the shore with waves until the padded paw slammed onto the sand. A satisfying thud shook through the ground. Each of his toes covered up a good expanse of the shore that led up to the city. Before he took another step, he felt something squirming underneath his paw and between the sand.

"Alas, poor folks, you weren't fast enough. Just hang tight there or on my paw, I'll get to ya...at some point." Thomas chuckled.

He slowly ground his paw against the sand, the cushiony grains and the padded paw mashing against another with a deep growl that echoed through the air. With no bit of clothing to his person, Thomas' shaft simply slapped against the better part of his knee. The thick log of white vulpine meat casually throbbed, the beast still flaccid and the jet-black head still concealed by his foreskin. The beast itself was accompanied by two furry white orbs that dangled low and heavy near his knees as well, each one sizable enough for the fox to be uncomfortable only when going commando. Finally, after curling his digits along the sandy ground, Thomas finally started to move into the city, his next step being onto pure concrete. The buildings in front of him barely came up to his knees, a perfect size. When his foot stepped into the concrete, he felt the all too familiar crunch and give of ground. His paw covered the entire street from block to block. Claw tipped digits splayed outward, some colliding into the buildings. The material cracked and groaned from his force as Thomas forced more and more of his weight upon the ground, making the buildings groan and shake from just his foot alone. Feeling the crunch of steel under a toe -he probably got a car or two there- had him grinning from ear to ear until he finally stopped. He lifted up his foot once more. A paw sized crater was left in the street, some concrete and metal stuck to the underside of his paw. With a shrug, he continued into the streets, his hips and shaft occasionally swaying. With a deep breath, Thomas began to speak.

"Alright, everyone! If you want to live, and I'm sure most of you do; please report to your largest space possible!" Thomas' voice boomed through the city even at his lowest possible yelling volume. Even while speaking, he couldn't stop the smile on his face. Windows wobbled like rubber at the strength of his voice.

"If you don't, you can bet that I ­WILL put the fear of myself into you." His city-wide message ended with a deep growl before Thomas took to walking again. His hips swayed into one of the taller buildings once more, and a step later, his cock rammed itself into another one, leaving a large hole into the side. Thomas rumbled deeply, resisting the temptation to just go to town right now. He had work to do first, and maybe then he could mix in some pleasure if no one listened. Each step he took left an enormous crater, sea water dripping from his body as he observed his first stop of the day. The place seemed painfully plain, but the buildings and inhabitants themselves were the most interesting thing. Most of the architecture seemed very old or draconian. Gargoyles styled like dragon adorned a few buildings -at least the ones he saw before he knocked into them-. It added to the fact that most of the citizens themselves were in fact reptilian. Thomas could see clusters of lizards or dragons of every shape and size running or flying towards some part of the city in an attempt to flee. If anything, it looked like some of them were going to hide.

Perfect, he thought. What better way to strike discipline than with some examples?

The group of scaled creatures never stood a chance. They felt a rush of wind either knock them to the ground or disrupt their flying as Thomas' hand swept them up from the air and ground, the crouching fox rolling his eyes. He cradled them in his fist gently, making sure to get a good look at them.

"Tch, tch, what'd I say not even a few minutes ago? Now, let's help you guys get to the proper spot." Thomas chided. He waggled a finger in the air, almost like a doting parent that saw his child disobey them yet again. But of course, he held his signature smile of the day, his pearly whites shining in the bright sun that was his light back in the basement. In the depths of the sky, he could see an outline of various things that were around the area, like his lights, chairs and the faint blurs that were his other habitats.

Thuds and quakes shook the ground as Thomas leisurely strolled to what was the 'center' of the city. In truth, he had no idea where that might have been, but the folks that had a chance to flee might be smart enough to decide on a place. Sadly, at his walking speed, he would have surpassed them all by the time he'd finished a few steps. So what better things to do than pass the time with a snack? Thomas stared down at his gently clenched fist. All of the little ones that he'd gathered covered up most of his hand and some of them were trying to squeeze between his fingers for some chance of escape. At their size, they were more pieces of hard candy than anything.

"Well, I always wondered what dragon tasted like." Thomas shrugged his shoulders. Carefully, he plucked one of the dragons that tried to escape between his fingers. A small, red skinned dragon with fins and a pair of frumpy wings was brought right up to Thomas' overbearing face. The tiny dragon squirmed around in a panic. With his shirt caught between two of the fox's nails, he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Every snort of Thomas' nose made him reel back, the warm gust of wind forced the dragon to close his eyes until it ended, only for the blasts of hot wind to start up again in full force. As every blast of wind had the dragon's eyes closed, he eventually opened them to see where his next destination lied. A red muzzle slowly opened underneath the suspended dragon, Thomas' breath still flaring up at him upwind. The lathering surface of his muzzle greeted him as the poor scaled guy slowly descended into the vulpine's maw. Before he had a chance to look anywhere else, his vision became nothing but black. He was quickly coated with drool, his body tossed around like a doll as he slapped against the warm, wriggling muscle that was Thomas' tongue.

Back outside, Thomas leaned back on the nearest building, maw closed as he poked his tongue around inside his muzzle. He slowly curled around the little hard candy sized morsel, observing the taste like someone doing a wine-tasting before he nodded. After a few more slurps, Thomas let out a gulp far much louder than he needed to before he forced out a burp.

"Huh, so you guys do taste like chicken. Chicken flavored candy sounds weird in practice, but you guys make it work!" he grinned downward at the rest of the cluster of dragons in his grip. One by one, Thomas slowly devoured them, taking his time to savor the taste and texture of scales before loudly gulping and burping afterwards. If anything, it served more as a motivator for the others than a meal for him -though they were delicious and bite sized- that if they didn't get their butts moving, there would be consequences.

If anything, it seemed to work. A few blocks away, Thomas spied a large group of dragons at the nearest park at what he assumed was the center of their little city. The fox had been picking his teeth clean of any residue before his ears actually picked up the sound. Of course, they didn't sound happy. The building Thomas had been leaning on was nothing but a pile of rubble that still retained shape as a large butt sized hole had been carved into it, his paws decimating the street below. It took a brisk few steps for Thomas to arrive at the entrance of the park, the wide expanse of green, trees and little morsels greeting him with more than colorful language.

Of course, said language ceased once Thomas actually arrived to the scene and gave them a warning shot. Said warning shot included the fox stomping a paw into the grass of an empty area with a wide step. Once Thomas' foot retreated, silence fell.

"Well, that was easy enough, was it? Now, I'm a busy fox with a goal of whipping you all and the rest of this world into shape. If you can't tell by this," he pointed towards the small planet around his neck. "I'm gonna be ruling this place. Don't worry, you all get to keep on living your lives, but every so often, I'm gonna come around and expect some...pampering, for lack of a better word." Thomas recited.

There didn't seem to be a hint of malice or anger in the fox's voice as he repeated his usual spiel. After having done this time and time again, usually in much larger quantities, it was more of a chore than anything. Some of the other places Thomas visited usually bent over backwards on his first arrival and he didn't have to say a word. They just knew that he was their new ruler and everything was great from there.

He couldn't hear what they were saying exactly, but after Thomas recited his speech, all he could understand was a slew of negative words from the crowd of dragons below. Thomas looked at them with a raised brow. Boy, they were really defiant, weren't they? The surprised expression soon gave way to a small giggle that seemed unnatural for someone of Thomas's stature. The giggle echoed through the air, slowly silencing the crowd of hundreds. All of the scaled creatures looked upward, Thomas' shaft, swaying orbs and his bulky chest in the way of his muzzle, pearly whites barely visible on the gigantic vulpine.

"Ooh, you guys got backbone. Guess I should expect it from your species. Never willing to back down, all that nonsense," Thomas circled his hand around with a nod. Slowly but surely, he began to crouch down towards the crowd, his shadow slowly extending and covering the entirety of their little resistance with little effort. He took a deep breath and let out a blast of air from his nostrils towards the cluster of dragons. As expected, no one seemed to back down just yet.

With a speed that was never expected of a giant like Thomas, a red paw swept out towards the ground, grabbing at whatever he could get his paws on. The screams and yells finally started once they realized that Thomas had grabbed a good chunk of their forces and held them in his paw as he now sat down with his legs spread. His cock flopped to the ground, the length well past his knee as it occasionally throbbed and pulsed. A few of them hadn't managed to get away in time and suffered smothering by cock, much to the vulpine's joy.

"Now, what to do with you guys, eh? I appreciate the bravado, but it doesn't help when you can't back it up." Thomas grinned. "Ah well, not like I can blame you. Big guy comes to your little town and messes things up, it's only right to try and defend."

Thomas opened his jaw and lifted his dragon-filled paw over his mouth. Bit by bit, the cluster of dragons that he grabbed slowly fell into the cavern of his drooling muzzle. His ears twitched at the sounds he heard from his screaming meal and the yells of anger from the ones he didn't. The entire process always had him on edge. He could feel his cock thickening and pulsing against his thigh. The squirms from the dragons caught underneath. His tongue slathered around his muzzle as he closed it shut. He threw and gulped a few down whole before he got a chance to enjoy the delicious flavor like before. After finishing off his serving of dragon-flavored popcorn, Thomas tuned down to the crowd of leftovers with a deep purr. He licked his chops, paws almost at the ready to pounce and finish off his meal.

But what was the fun in that? Like Thomas had said before, he was just planning on making them fear his utter presence, eating them all would be the opposite effect. As the fox thought on it, he couldn't help but casually stroke himself while he mulled it over. His low purrs turned into a growl. His casual pumping turned into fervent strokes, Thomas' paws grabbing over the smothered dragons underneath his shaft and rubbing them along the side with a building, lustful purr.

"Ohhh~ You guys aint just delicious, but you make great support..." Thomas purred delightfully. His legs spread out, keeping the dragons caught between the expanses of his legs. His feet laid flat against the ground, his constant purring and pumping making those truck sized digits flex and curl along the ground. Thomas' claws tore up the grass and the ground, leaving sizable ruts along the area. The white log of fox meat grew and grew in thickness, the skin slowly peeling back to reveal the jet-black head. Dollops of pre slowly formed along the towering head above the dragons. Before they knew it, the ground became soaked with powerful gushes of precum that splattered along the grass. It became enough of a force that some of the dragons above the beast were washed away with a few gushes from the groaning fox.

Thomas' groans and growls of pleasure were enough of a signal that the dragons had to leave before something else happened to them. Some had already fled at the sight of the vulpine beast pleasuring itself in the middle of the city, but others stayed for various reasons. Perhaps running would have incurred his wrath much more than staying and disobeying upfront.

"Nnf..." Thomas let out a deep groan, his hips slowly shaking, dragging his rear against the ground. Every shift of movement caused the gushes of pre to travel slightly further from him, the fox now two-handing himself. His tongue lolled out pleasurably, the vulpine's legs slowly closing in on the crowd of dragons that hadn't escaped. The area in front of him already soaked in pre, some of the poor ones had been caught in the downpour of the titan above them.

As Thomas pleasured himself among the durable and tasty dragons, an idea came to mind. "Hmm...I wonder..." The chicken-like taste of his morsels below still stuck around in his mouth. He could even feel one of them still sticking around the side of his muzzle like food caught between there. If they were that durable, maybe he could try something. It'd been on his mind whenever he visited his other habitats while in the mood. While it was a great idea in practice, it never really worked out for Thomas.

"Time to experiment, my dear faithful townsfolk," Thomas purred.

With a fumbled scoop, Thomas made way to grab a few more of the remaining dragons into his hand. With one paw focused on masturbating, his grabbing technique was lessened by that, and the amount of pre that covered his hand. Of course, some of them had gotten stuck almost immediately, leaving them to be smothered along the surface of his shaft.

With vigor, Thomas grabbed some of the ones that weren't stuck with his other hand, leaving his shaft to bob freely. With a pre-slicked hand, he propped his cock and slowly began to force the drooling, jet-black head open with a shudder. With a gentle push, Thomas shoved a dragon inside with a thick finger. Thomas' shuddering intensified, but in the best way. The squirming of the tiny folk inside had the fox squirming himself. The gushes of pre intensified slightly, the almost electric pleasure making him shake and thrust his hips outward. He had to have more.

One by one, Thomas started to shove one dragon after another into his shaft, the shuddering and groaning increasing all the more. The combined sensation of wiggling and squirming had Thomas' thrusting up at the air, his cock slinging rope after rope of slick pre cum. The park had been mostly cleared of anyone else by some miracle since most of his focus had been on his little toys, leaving him to groan and air fuck in peace. The titanic fox made the ground quake with each massive thud of his rear. His tail swung rapidly behind him, toes digging and ripping up the earth in front of him even more. The grass between his legs had been turned into nothing but a puddle of pre at this point, the white cum factories underneath churning madly.

"Fuck, this is better than I thought..." Thomas moaned.

His voice echoed through the seemingly empty or destroyed blocks and the torn up park area. Thomas's pumping picked up in pace and force, the fox grunting and snarling with each second that passed. It all came to peak until Thomas' feet stomped into the ground with a heavy thud, his toes curling into the grass with even more force than before. With a mighty groan, That jet-black and white pole of fox began to unleash rope after rope of thick seed. Each rope traveled for feet, splattering along the park and the street that led out of it.

Thomas' face turned into a perpetual grin as he unloaded round after round of white. Seeing himself give the park and the rest of the area at his size was something that he never grew tired of. Even the loads that shot out far managed to splatter onto the side of a building once he stared directing his shaft towards them. For the dragons below, the loads seemed to continue endlessly, each shot like a pool's worth of seed being slammed upon in random areas. The smell was horrific to them, the masculine, overbearing scent casually spreading throughout the area.

The onslaught of white seemed to continue for close to ten minutes and on until Thomas' body had finally crashed with a thud. His back collided with buildings that were crushed under his tonnage, leaving Thomas covered in his own loads. The smell permeated the area for what seemed to be hours as the source slept right in the thick of it. While the enormous fox slept away his orgasm, the time passed by quickly. By the time Thomas awoke, a psudeo night had fallen upon the city.

The lights in Thomas' basement were meant to shut off at a certain time of the day and turn on either upon his entry or during the morning, mimicking the sun and moon what with the lack of it. When Thomas had finally awoken, the deep night pierced by the street lights and buildings caught the fox off guard. What had also caught him off guard were the ropes that surrounded his splayed body. When he'd tried getting up the first time, he found an odd amount of resistance around his arms, legs and chest. When his vision cleared up, the numerous amounts of beige rope clued him in.

Even after all that, they were still rebelling? Thomas wondered how long he had to have been out from his little display for them to gather enough rope and tie him down without him waking up in the process. In some way, the fox was proud of them, they didn't know when to quit. He wiggled around in the ropes, frowning a bit at the sheer lack of movement. They really didn't want any chance of escaping, did they?

"Well, you all get points for effort, that's for sure." Thomas bellowed.

A small crowd of the dragons yelled out once more at the fox from at the base of his head. Thomas couldn't see them, but the rabble they mustered up from underneath him was a pretty good indicator.

"So, what are you guys actually gonna do with me? Burn me, chop me up into bits and share with the survivors, what?" The fox chuckled.

They were all silly options, but he'd never actually been in this situation. His entire schedule was thrown off by these little guys and they actually gathered enough gusto and bravado to tie him down. Thomas flexed his arms, the rope digging into his fur slightly. He could have broken out since the material felt weak overall. Tying down someone as large as a skyscraper was going to take some serious chain and metal, rope wasn't going to cut it. Now, he had to think, did they know that and have a backup plan, or were they just going along with it now?

"Actually...no. We were planning on asking something; what are your demands?" One of the dragons spoke up. One of them had to have wings for his voice to carry so well.

Okay, that bit was unexpected. "So you expect me to believe that you, after all this time, you're gonna give up? All this tying me up gives off the wrong vibe." Thomas commented.

"That was just in case you decided to go off again on your little rampage. Plus it gives a sense of calm."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Uhuh, sure. And considering you're so willing, what do you actually get out of it?" he asked. It didn't make much sense to him. But then again, this entire situation didn't make sense to him. While he legitimately didn't mean to rampage -he always thought of it as collateral damage-, the idea of his habitat trying to strike a deal with him didn't seem all that right, especially after what he did. There had to be something he wasn't aware about.

Finally, the same dragon from before, seemingly their leader spoke up once more. "Well, we're a pretty small place. With not much of us left even more so now due to...reasons beyond our control, we were wondering if you would...take care of the other cities, in exchange for whatever you want. We're a pretty sustaining species, as you can tell from experience. They tend to send some of their larger folk and do what you did, so we're kind of used to it."

He didn't seem to be lying, that much was for sure. Thomas frowned, attempting to tap his feet in thought. He stared up at the 'night' sky for something that would lead to answer. He felt conflicted about it, for which was the most confusing thing about this entire event. At the end of it all, was anything really going to change for him? He'd still have them under his thumb, but under much better terms than going around and proclaiming his lordship.

"Well...what are the other places like, for starters? If I'm agreeing to this, I'd like to know what I'm exactly up against. And 'used to it'?" Thomas spat out the questions at rapid-fire. The crowd around his head went into a hush at the fox's surprisingly quick collaboration effort.

"Well, for starters, they're almost as large as you..."

A surprised look made its way along Thomas' face. "Really? That's a start." If that was true, it meant many things for Thomas. For starters, his plan of making himself known was going to be a lot more fun than he first thought. Being at this size wasn't going to cut it, but that also meant he could have a lot more fun than he had in this place.

"Hmm, that doesn't sound like a problem. Tell you what, it sounds like we have a deal so far." Thomas nodded. With a powerful shrug of his shoulders, the fox tore through every binding that had him pinned from his torso to his legs. The dragons in the crowd stood aback out of concern, but held looks of surprise at Thomas' delicacy. He shifted around and crossed his legs, sitting in front of the group with a curious look on his face.

"And here I was thinking that today was gonna be a waste after seeing how much time I spent here. Gimme the deets and I'll...see what I can do since I was planning on exploring anyways." Thomas gently clapped his hands together with a smile as the dragons explained the other cities around Thomas' new world.

Apparently, the only tiny city that managed to survive after the world's last owner had been this one, for some odd reason. They had extremely low numbers, and Thomas hadn't helped with that either. Most of the other neighboring cities were much farther away, but most of the citizens could cross the distance in a short amount of time. After working out the details, Thomas agreed to the dragons that he'd only visit if he needed something from them that didn't involve destroying their place and a bit of general worship at his presence -which was his original goal in the first place- in exchange for protection from the neighboring cities.

With night already upon them, Thomas figured that he should have turned back and gone to sleep. Factoring in his 'nap' from before and the fact he had the weekend ahead of him, he slowly cracked his knuckles. It was time for an all-nighter. Boy, did he love his hobby, it always had something interesting ahead for him.