Dracophinageddon
Written for Micksam just before the world was supposed to end. It was her birthday you see. Somewhat tongue in cheek, meant to be humorous smut with a decent amount of sex, vore, and growth. The tone shift in the later half is intentional, cause I got tired of writing in present tense :D
What do you get when you cross a bottlenose dolphin, a western dragon, and a rather unexplainable insatiable appetite? The result of this combination currently stands on four legs, wings slightly unfurled, overlooking its next meal. Hardly atypical, considering just how much this creature likes to eat, and not just food, though she'd not be in a hurry to reject even the largest of buffets, she can also be found woofing down pets, people, cars, small buildings, and the occasional world or two.
You see, Mick is a size-shifter, did I forget to mention that not-so-little deal? And today is a special day for her, the dracophin's birthday. And by a happy little circumstance her birthday fell on the same day as the end of the world. Mick is hardly one to complain though, rather, it seemed that the universe has conspired to place her in the dual role of birthday girl and facilitator, celebrant and the fifth horseman (dracophin?) of the apocalypse.
In short, when you like to eat, can eat anything you want, and the world is supposed to end anyway, why not help it along, and have some fun in the process. Dracophinageddon was about to begin. Even though no one knew it yet.
Of course like any meal, it's best to start with an appetizer. Which is why instead of looming out of the stars regarding earth with a giant fork and knife (spoon also at the ready for some nicely salted Pacific Ocean soup), she's currently looming over a rather large table spread of assorted aquatic delicacies.
The dolphin side of Mick obviously has a lingering to sea food, so there are crayfish, lobster, crab, a few abalone, and some kelp to help it all down. All freshly harvested and still alive. Though not cruel by nature, Mick does enjoy her food raw, the better to feel it squirming on its way down and in her belly.
One of her close friends shares the table, celebrating her seafood birthday with equal relish. Shiveneve, the hermaphrodite silver-scaled dragoness, has come along for the food and to wish Mick a happy birthday.
"So happy birthday! And happy Ragnarok... or Armageddon." Shiveneve grins, hirself sitting cat-like at the table and enjoying the taste of a few crayfish, only instead of swallowing whole, shi prefers to chew. "You still haven't told me what you plan to do for the day."
Mick isn't exactly a glutton, she likes to eat a lot, certainly, but she somehow managed to keep her trim, well-proportioned feral figure, but this address necessitates a short pause in her mealtime reverie to respond, "Well we're both size-shifters right? I figured we could make a few courses out of the rest of the restaurant, then ramp things up a bit and go into the city. A little surf and turf."
"Mmm that sounds good, perhaps with a Sex on the Beach?" Shi grins at her own bad double-entendre. The dragoness has always had a different type of insatiable hunger. "Though I suppose if we get too big it will be sex on the beach, the seabed, most of the coastline, the city...."
Mick nods, sparing a few more words before returning to the seafood smorgasbord, "That's what I was thinking. The world's supposed to end today anyway right? Might as well take advantage of that, no one will be around tomorrow to complain at the mess we made."
Shiveneve cants hir muzzle to the side, shi knows well enough that the dracophin didn't believe in those prophecies. Still, shi thinks she detected a hint of humor in that statement, clearly Mick wasn't telling her everything. Still, shi eequally certainly would enjoy letting hirself go alongside hir friend, they hardly got the chance to do any real growth, or real destruction. It always required visiting an alternate time stream, or messing with causality. Tricky business, and best not to attempt it at all, even if the world was supposed to end. Unless Mick had some other trick up her sleeve. Shiveneve can only shrug with idle speculation, and return her attention to the food.
But that's curious, is the table tilting? Shiveneve looks up again, a grin breaking out across her muzzle as shi sees hir friend smiling back at hir, and slowly growing into the table, pushing her side up slowly with her growth. "Oh you rascal, you started ahead of me, well I'll just have to catch up!" The dragoness suits action to words as shi quickly catches up in size to the now larger dracophin.
Unfortunately all this growth rather quickly does away with the table, scattering the food across the floor as the feral dragon and dracophin quickly begin to exceed the available space in their dining area. A few patrons begin to scream and panic at seeing the large ferals growing, upsetting more tables and chairs as they rushed for the exits.
The ruccuss calls the attention of the manager and waitstaff, rushing over to see what's causing all the noise. Shiv deftly reaches over and snatches the manager in one large paw (already bigger than the table they were sitting at) and grabs their waiter in the other, tossing this one, an anthro-canine, over to Mick. "Here's some of that turf!"
Mick deftly fields the catch and just as quickly lifts the brown-furred dog up to his muzzle. Heedless of his screams, the now giant dracophin easily slurps down the squirming furry, whole, sort of thrumming and rubbing her belly in approval. She watches Shiveneve club the manager with a talon to knock him senseless and then repeat the same action, only, as usual, Shiveneve chews. "Sis, I'm glad I can't see inside your muzzle when you do that, do you really have to chew them?"
Shiveneve laughs softly, but with hir mouth closed, and give a shrug, then mumbles, "I like the taste, what can I say?"
By now this short little after-appetizer has taken up enough time that the two friends have nearly outgrown the restaurant, and certainly all the panicked customers have left. So with a spread of her wings, Mick takes care of the rest of the demolition, pressing out the walls and roof of the restaurant like so much paper mache, grinning as her friend looks over at her across the destruction.
Shiveneve, for hir part, speaks with a twinkle of mischief in her eye, "Let's take this all the way."
A distant rumble shook the city, furs stopping in their cars, pausing in their phone conversations, looking around in confusion as traffic-lights swayed, trees shook, and a few windows started to crack. Earthquakes never happened in this part of the country, this wasn't California, but the east coast. Sure there had been earthquakes in the New York area occasionally over the past century, but this was too far south!
The tremors begged to disagree though, increasing in frequency and force, almost as if...
And then the population begin to panic, as they saw an impossible site cresting above the cityscape--two giant ferals, one with the appearance of a dragoness, and the other a sort of hybrid between a dragon and a dolphin, chatting amicably to each other as block-sized talons attached to mall-sized paws casually did away with the suburbs.
Even though it should have been impossible at their mountainous size, everyone could hear what the two were discussing. "You see Mick, one of the problems with this size is that you can't really eat anything. Furries are too small, and buildings don't taste very good. And I'm not going to take a bite out of the ground! That's filthy."
Mick on the other hand only laughs, then points, "But don't you see sis? The littles panic, all their tiny cars and busses stop moving with traffic, so they get out and run. And they run in packs." She licks her lips as she surveys the landscape. It's true, massive hoards of human and furry alike have somehow magically congregated, trying as best they can to run out of the city, since within the first moment the panic had caused traffic to grind to a standstill.
While the dragoness pondered this development, hir birthday girl decided to demonstrate. Leaning down her muzzle close to the ground, she let her large, broad tongue swipe alongside the highway, the aircraft-carrier sized oral muscle gathering at least a thousand furs on its trip back into her delphinic beak. She savored the taste, somewhat less filling than her earlier feast given her new size, but infinitely more pleasurable.
Shiveneve on the other paw, chuckled and shook hir muzzle, "Well, I'll leave that to you, I prefer to do other things with them. Speaking of which, we're not on the beach anymore, but how about that sex?" The large dracoherm lowered a talon to her maleslit, idly teasing the violet arousal-flushed scales until her massive dragon member began to press outward. "The big guy looks like he's ready for you sis."
"Now that's a meal I can wrap my lips around." Mick answered, thrumming in anticipation, but of course, "I'd rather have you someplace else." Turning and lowering her chest, the large delphinic dragon lifted her tail in the middle of downtown, an awesome display of sensuality for anyone within miles, but especially the silver herm.
"How can I refuse a dish like that? Truly, it is a masterpiece." Shiveneve admired hir companion's tight ass and beautiful vent, before padding foward to cover her. Moans of pleasure pierced the dragoness's lips as shi felt Mick's deliciously strong femsex, so like a dolphiness in its dexterous treatment of hir shaft, wrap itself around that large penetrating member. While all the world below was treated to the vision of two mile-or-more-high titans pleasuring each other directly over the city. And they were still growing.
Shiveneve's talons curled, ripping up streets and highways like a knife through butter, as the pleasurable touch of hir birthday girl tantalized and teased hir. Hir thrusts shook the entire city, spelling doom for citizens, cars, buildings, anything that attempted to stand upright as the force of each stroke rocked the earth.
For the part of the dracophin, having such a large cock inside her certainly matched the pleasures of eating, though with her beak so close to the ground, she found she could continue to indulge herself even as her friend rutted her so excellently. The large dolphin tongue ripped up buildings, cars, and people alike, both furry and human, to please her pallet. She certainly didn't mind the taste. Her sonar's sonic thrum was as devastating if not more than Shiveneve's thrusts, capable of shattering glass at a distance of a half mile, and reducing even concrete to dust at lesser distances with the power of high frequency sound.
Fluids dripped, drops the size of rainshowers crashing down to crater into the earth below as the two got more and more into each other, or at least, as one of them got deeper into the other. Mingled with the spice of male and female scent, the liquid arousal had a profound effect on the populace, causing even the most panicked and terrified onlooker to immediately obey the commands of his or her body and fuck the nearest thing in sight, even as one by one they were snuffed out by falling buildings, the hungry dracophin, her sonar, or Shiveneve's earthquake-inducing mounting.
Soon the city was the least of their concerns though, and Mick had to admit that they had finally reached a size where snacking upon furries was impossible, at least, in any meaningful way. But that hardly mattered to her, as the entire city they were fucking over, flavored beautifully by the two ferals' sexual fluids, became the main course of her birthday dinner.
Amidst the pleasured fucking, Shiveneve still noticed hir companion's actions, laughing at the birthday girl as she devoured an entire metropolis. "Always eating, sis.... mmmph... you are so tight and sexy." Mick didn't answer, as she was too busy swallowing. This gave Shiveneve an idea, and with a grin and an especially firm thrust, she leaned low to growl in Mick's ear. "Let's get really big for dessert."
Tidal waves shook the entire planet, the mantle cracked and lava spewed forth from volcanoes around the globe, new and old, the winds moaned and the earth shuddered as it was subjected to forces unimaginable, impossible to comprehend. The planet no longer orbited the sun, caught in its death throws just as deftly as it was caught in the talons of the silver draco-herm, no larger than a large egg in scale.
"I know you'd love to eat this, sis, but I didn't pull out before climaxing just so you could snack. This is going up that cute little vent of yours." The dragoness explained, hir planetary-sized cock drooling in space while shi talked, the fluids quickly shifting to orbit her and her friend. Mick lay on her back against the emptiness of the starry sky, idly snacking on the moon, while her tail-tip played with mars. Shiveneve thought she looked so sexy this way.
"Where are you going to put that then, is that my dessert?" Mick pointed at Shiveneve's cock with a talon larger than pluto, while her oher paw idly continued to stroke her vacated vent, keeping her primed.
Shiveneve didn't answer right away, shifting closer and placing the earth upon hir friend's vaginal entrance, then seizing the dracophin's hips in hir paws and pressing her cock firmly against the planet! Mick only had time to cry out in surprise before planet and shaft both were driven deep inside her waiting sex.
The earth was far too fragile, but Shiveneve knew a spell that would keep intact until the two of them were done, though most likely all life except a few cockroaches had already perished. Moaning as shi completed the birthday fuck, the dragoness thrust the third rock all the way to the dracophin's womb. It wouldn't be long now.
The two cosmic bodies writhed in agonizing bliss as they neared their joined climax. Mick had never had the earth inside her before, and the feeling was intoxicating, satisfying a different type of hunger than she was used to. The perfect compliment to Shiveneve's world-ending cock plunging inside her, filling her from cunt lips to egg chamber.
But all good things must come to an end, even planets, and especially intergalactic sex. Shiveneve's climax was like a supernova inside hir delphinic dragon friend. Mick's sonar shattered the sun itself with the intensity of her cry of pleasure. And deep inside the dracophin, the world ended in a wash of virile dragoncum, sperm the size of meteors cratering into the planet to break it apart within her womb. The end of the world in a wave of milky white.
Shiveneve hugged hir friend tightly there amongst the stars, giving Mick a kiss on the cheek while shi slowly drifted off into post-coital blissful afterglow. Reaching up, she snatched Saturn and handed it to the bithday girl. "Care for an after dinner mint?"