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The Three Terrible Kings

The nosranous were a species of mercenaries. Not all nosranous of course, for when do all of a species adhere to a certain culture or set of beliefs? But enough took work as mercenaries that the galaxy at large referred to them as a mercenary species. Nosranous were naturally massive creatures, giants by galactic standards. Born with razor sharp claws, a mouth full of needles, and a near sociopathic disinterest in all other creatures (including other nosranous,) there was little mystery why so many earned a living as hired brutes. This was not to say that they were at all stupid. In fact, their massive brain granted them a sentience beyond what any "tiny" could fathom. Perhaps this high intelligence led to their passive disregard for lesser creatures. Or perhaps the nosranous were simply hardwired wrong.

When contracted for a job, a nosranous went about their task with almost mechanical efficiency. They razed and destroyed without hesitance or limitation, always working for the highest bidder. For the extent of their contract, a perverse sense of business ethics kept them in line, but the very moment their contract expired, their former employer and his home world were free game. That was their business: razing a planet of its native population to "free up" the resources or land. And with an infinite number of star systems, business was always good.

The job today was standard raze and pillage, what the nosranous were known for. A planet of eighty percent water had caught the attention of an aquatic species, known as the ajnin. The oceans of this strange blue world were rich with minerals and nutrients, and experimentation showed that these oceans could support the ajnin population. The ajnin did think of contacting the inhabitants of the planet they sought and brokering a deal, but then they thought better of it. The planet they targeted was not part of the Galactic Federation, and so under no protection. Even if they were, the ajnin were not known for their political savvy, and it was simply easier to quietly exterminate the pests than do anything more complicated.

The nosranous were reptilian in appearance, though some xenologists believed they were closer to avians. A pair of squat, powerful legs carried their body with efficiency and grace that bellied their enormous size of, on average, seventy feet. A long tail stretched out their back and aided them in balance, serving as a counter weight as their normal posture was hunched forward. Their heads were large, almost rectangular, with massive mouth. These mouths were perfect for eating "tinies," which nosranous were known for devouring by the millions. All creatures that were not nosranous were simply "tinies," as they did not deserve a proper name.

Three nosranous had been hired for this operation. "Scarface" had been named the leader. Standing ninety feet tall, he was a giant even when standing among giants. Covered in obsidian black scales, the exception was a trio of crimson gashes across his face. The center gash passed over his left eye. Several stitches had permanently sewed the eyelid shut. "No-Tail" had been named Scarface's lieutenant. His name was not completely accurate. He was only lacking the second half of his tail. Had his entire extremity been removed, he would have been incapable of walking and probably been killed by another nosranous for being weak. He was second to Scarface in height, though a fair bit thicker bodied and heavier, and despite his disability, the other two nosranous knew enough to leave him be. Black Eye was the third nosranous hired. Blind in his left eye, the orb had taken an ugly obsidian hue that greatly contrasted his otherwise tan face. His remaining eye was blue, a sign of great strength and destiny among the nosranous people. It should be noted, these sobriquet were simply titles the ajnin had bestowed upon the nosranous. Truthfully, the giants could care less about such trivial things as names.

The ajnin had provided the squad with a portal technology that would instantly bring them to the blue planet. The first city that would be destroyed had been carefully selected for its population density and technological level. Razing a backwater continent hardly had the same impact on the collective psyche of the natives as destroying one of their gemstones, after all. High above the urban metropolis, the sky took an odd, dark hue. It was the abruptness that the sky darkened that caught the population's attention, and a thousand faces looked up all at once. The smothering blackness that washed over the city seemed to refute the possibility that a cloud had simply passed over the sun. The heavy darkness made most assume it was a lunar eclipse. Yes, something large was blocking out the sun, bathing the city in shadow.

Scarface emerged from the portal first. His large, reptilian head slipped out of the inky stretch of the gateway, and his head swayed side to side so his one good eye could take in the sights. His nostrils quivered and he took in the smells, so strange compared to ajnin world, which was where the rest of his body was residing. His head pulled back and disappeared from the threshold of the portal. The natives, staring up at the sky, all wondered if they had really just seen a tyrannosaurus rex's head. Then a pair of large, scaly, three toed feet came through the portal, followed by a monolithic crotch and flaccid erection that was just starting to peek out of a plate sheath. A body and large, heavy tail followed. When the gravity of the new world replaced the hold of the portal, Scarface found himself plummeting down to the ground and landing right in the heart of the metropolis. His back had skimmed one of the tall buildings, and although his scales and muscles protected him from harm, an ugly gash had been torn over the building's face. A hundred little bodies had been popped under his large feet when he landed, dying instantly beneath the great weight. A hundred more did not prove so lucky, and found themselves between the three massive toes, each the size of a truck compared to them. Scarface braced himself on the ground, and with a heavy push, came to stand upright. He braced himself on the building he had before damage (which was about as tall as he,) and with a mighty shoulder ram, knocked the building down with a horrible kick up and dust and a deafening crash.

"Come on down," Scarface shouted up to the portal. No-Tail's head disappeared from the portal, and was soon replaced by his feet. Scarface took a step to his side as No-Tail's great body came plummeting down and landed with a loud crash beside him. No-Tail attempted to rise, but his balance waned and he ended up crashing into one of the buildings in front of him. Scarface's laughter was mocking as No-Tail stumbled to his feet and righted himself. He quickly moved out of the way as Black Eye fell from the sky.

"The ajnin are paying us to clear this continent by the end of the week," Scarface said to the two other soldiers. "Remember, we're putting on a show. That means broadcasting buildings and news ships are off limits unless you have something good planned. We take our time with this city, and then move out quickly in three directions."

His orders clear, Scarface turned his back to the other two and examined the buildings. The natives were primitive, still using stone and metal to build their little homes. Scarface braced his body against the building and gave it an experimental ram. He was delighted when the building shook and whined; it's very base yielding under the slightest pressure. Oh! How delightful! That was going to come in handy later. But for now...

Scarface had destroyed one building when he landed. An awful cloud of dust had been kicked up from the destruction, but now the cloud was starting to dissipate, revealing a thousand little tinies to the giant, and the giant's towering stature to all the tinies.

Scarface's lips pulled back, revealing row upon row of needle like teeth.

Little faces, covered in soot and dust, came to stare at the giant monster with a complete lack of expression. They could not comprehend that there was a ninety foot dinosaur standing before them, and stared at it with the same passivity they might a parade balloon. Scarface looked over his shoulder. The other nosranous had wandered off to different parts of the city, which meant he could take his time and show a bit of his "soft side."

Scarface squatted carefully, stretching his tail out behind him to he wouldn't fall off his feet. His massive hand stretched forward, and sharp claws dug into the blacktop street that all the tinies stood on. He scooped out a large handful of the road, as if he attempted to pick up the tinies one at a time, he would no doubt pop them like overripe grapes. Besides, in this way, he got a dozen all at once and brought them to his eye.

They were cute little creatures. Each was colored differently, but that in and of itself wasn't anything too strange. Nosranous were known for their variety of the scales, and the ajnin were all shades of blue ranging from near black to near white. Scarface once more smiled, showing his teeth, and a few of the tinies let screams escape their lips. Most did not, however. They didn't even realize they were in danger until Scarface lifted his claw up to his gaping mouth. Then they screamed, all of them, all at once, and the corners of Scarface's mouth upturned in a smile. He placed his hand inside his gaping jaws and slowly closed his mouth, sealing his lips around his wrist. He spent a moment suckling his hand, working his large tongue between his fingers to snatch up each morsel. Those still in the street watched in confusion and creeping horror as the giant tilted his head back. A bulge swelled at the top of his throat and ran all the way down, before at last disappearing past his chest.

When Scarface had fallen to the ground from the portal, he had crushed scores and scores of tinies beneath his massive feet. His soles were still soaked with crimson gore, and when he lifted his foot and brought it over the mass of tinies, severed arms or crushed torsos could be seen, still clinging to the leather underside due to the stickiness that coated them. Scarface balanced on one leg, and spread the toes of his lifted foot so he could better see the mass beneath him. He selected the spot where the natives were densest, and then quickly lowered his foot until he was touching the tops of their heads. Somewhere beneath his foot, a lone scream rose out. As if broken from their trance, all the tinies in attendance finally realized the danger they were in, and began to stream away from Scarface as fast as they could. He brought his foot down and let a childish giggle escape his lips as he felt little bodies pop in their delightful way. Across the galaxy and on an alien planet, and stepping on those smaller than him still proved such a thrill. He lowered his foot a little at a time, enjoying the pop of some bodies while, under other parts of his foot, little fists beat and punched at his scales as if that would deter the weight. He leaned down and brought his foot down fully, the great weight causing the foot to sink into the street.

Scarface swung his other foot forward. Instead of torturing the tinies this time and lowering his foot down, he slammed his foot down so hard that the ground exploded. The bodies turned to warm, soothing jelly instantly, washing over his sole and scales. Scarface brought his toes together suddenly, and all those squirming between the truck sized digits found themselves mercilessly compressed. Scarface squeezed a little more and soon warm blood and guts were washing over the upper side of his foot.

Scarface strolled forward without a care in the world. He didn't bother looking where he was going. There was more thrill to be had with a random slaughter than a calculated massacre, because in the latter one might become distracted with trivial things, such as where best to put one's foot or how best to kill the most in a single step. He just wanted to enjoy the warm, bubbling blood and flesh over his feet for the time being. He growled when his feet fell upon rocky blacktop, and looking down then behind him, he noticed he had trotted all the way down the block.

It was fun while it lasted; he mused, and casually braced himself on another building, before knocking it down. He walked to the next building, and knocked that one down as well. Six buildings fell in this manner before the street was as full of tinies as it was likely to get. But more importantly, Scarface finally noticed a small flying vehicle buzzing about in the air. At first Scarface assumed it was military, and was prepared to swat it out of the sky. He realized, however, that it was not engaging him, nor was it venturing too close. It hovered outside of Scarface's range, or at least it believed it did, and Scarface guessed that this was a news helicopter.

"About time," Scarface muttered. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show."

Scarface walked forward, once more through the boiling, teeming mass of tinies. As they crunched beneath his toes and the scent of their blood wafted to his nose, his placid erection gradually grew thick and hard. Idly, he rubbed it. Seeing the giant approach, the news helicopter attempted to retreat, but it was far too slow. Scarface reached forward and caught the copter by its long tail. Effortlessly, he tugged it through the air and up to his face. The helicopter's engine whirled and whined before going dead, and little faces pressed against the helicopter's windows, staring at the grinning visage of monster.

Holding the helicopter carefully between two fingers, Scarface squatted. His large rump plummeted down and crushed a thousand little bodies beneath the tons and tons of fat and scales. Between his cheeks, however, was a subtle tickle. There were a few tinies who were not crushed to death immediately. Instead, they found themselves pressed right against his flexing pucker. They actually beat against it as if they wanted to get in and made Scarface purr softly. For now, he left them where they were, as they could not get out and they felt rather pleasant. His focus turned to the hundreds between his muscular legs, and of course the helicopter held in his hand.

He held the helicopter by the sides and aimed its nose at the gargantuan cock that sprouted between his legs. He then scooped a large number of the tinies into his opposite hand, and abruptly pressed them against the coarse flesh of his engorged shaft. The bliss that was suddenly rippling through him was incredible, and an almost feline purr rippled out of his throat. He carefully set the helicopter down on his thigh, carefully setting it so its nose (and camera) would stare down into his lap, and then used both hands to grab as many tinies as he could. He pulled them close and to his crotch, and the pile of bodies buried his engorged shaft half way. Just the thought of all the lives he held caused him to spurt white. He leaned his arms back to support his upper body and closed his legs, for a while just enjoying the feel of the tinies at his crotch. Wiggling his hips side to side, he enjoyed the little ones that were trapped against his sphincter. With a deep breath, he flexed his puckered hole to open it wide. A moment later, there was the pleasant feel of a few squirmies traveling up his slimy walls.

The pile in his lap gradually shrunk, as tinies managed to crawl up his scaly legs and to freedom. With smacks of his finger, he knocked them back into the pile in his lap. This time, he did not give them a chance to escape, and instead pressed two large clawfuls up against his erection.

...And he thought burying his shaft was pleasant. Scarface gasped at the feel of all the natives, pressed so tight against his erection and squirming for their very life. Little fists punched, feet kicked, and teeth bit at the foot thick skin that covered the erection. Scarface squeezed them tighter against him and began to rub his erection up and down. Steady streams of white were oozing out of the slit that crowned the impressive girth and ran down into the mass. With both hands, Scarface squeezed tighter, and the little bodies popped, washing his groin was warm blood and organs.

With slippery fingers, Scarface fetched the helicopter. He brought it to his eye to be sure there was still a news crew housed inside, and then held it before his pinkish erection, now stained with white and red muck. He moved the helicopter lower, displaying the hundreds, if not thousands of tinies trapped between his legs. He scooped up another clawful and abruptly crushed them against his throbbing shaft, turning them into jelly after one or two rubs.

With a deep breath, Scarface sat up and closed his legs. He locked his toes together to ensure the majority of the crowd could not escape from him as he brought the helicopter up to his face.

"Attention insects," he said, his voice deep and booming enough to make the buildings around him shake. "I do hope the translator is working. I would hate to deliver my villainous monologue for nothing. I'm sure you are all wondering what I am doing here. It's simple, really. I, and my minions, are here to slaughter every one of you. You can help the process by leaving your homes and standing out in the middle of the street we're we can efficiently step on you. I can only assure you that, if you try to hide or fight back, your fates shall be much more horrific."

Scarface looked down at the swollen erection, throbbing with anticipation, and a cruel grin spread across his lips. "I do hope you are still recording."

Gripping the slippery cock with his free hand, Scarface lifted it and held it so it was perpendicular with the ground. Adjusting his hold on the helicopter so he was gripping it by the tail, he checked again to be sure there were still some tinies inside it, before lowering it down to the huge, throbbing girth. Two of his claws touched the sensitive glans that crowned the cock and he carefully spread the slit open, exposing the off pink innards. The tinies inside the helicopter, up until now silent in their utter shock, suddenly began to scream and shout and plead for mercy. The voices, amplified by the loudspeakers on the helicopter, amused Scarface to no end, and he thought of letting the helicopter live just to hear those inside scream. But there were plenty of more helicopters just like this one. Right now, he really did want to feel the weight inside his testicles.

So he lowered the helicopter down until the nose was rubbing against his slit, and eased the slit closed with his fingertips. The helicopter's frame was wide and cool, and absolutely delightful against the warm insides of his cock. Gripping the tail carefully between two fingers, he slowly began to press the helicopter down. Rolls of slimy, silky pink flesh parted as the nose of the helicopter sank into the pillar. Soon the slit's top was gripping hungrily at the doors of the helicopter. Only in that moment did it occur to the news crew to escape, but try as they might, they could not make the doors budge with the heavy weight of flesh pressing against them from all sides. The screams, blaring out of the helicopter's speakers, returned at once. Scarface was delighted that his translator was working, because it allowed him to understand every plea for mercy that blasted over the speakers.

What was it like, for those sitting in their homes and watching these events transpire on the news? The feed coming from the helicopter must have been nothing short of a nightmare, as the pink walls slurped and spread, gulping down the helicopter like a hungry snake. The helicopter was actually fighting the tide of white that was desperately trying to escape up the tube of flesh, and seed was washing over the copter, drowning the crew inside with suffocating musk. At its widest part, the helicopter was just big enough to seal his slit fully, and block the profuse leak. After breaking the blades off the helicopter's roof, Scarface placed a fingertip on the helicopter's tail and slowly sank it the rest of the way, watching as the bulge ran down his enormous shaft. The very moment the helicopter had slipped into his testicles and no longer blocked the flesh tub, a massive rush of white gushed out of the erection. It splashed down onto the tinies who were still trapped between Scarface's large thighs and drowned them in a flood of musk.

The news helicopter had been (and still was) broadcasting live. In another part of the city, No-Tail had happened to notice a large billboard screen that dominated the side of a building. The billboard was showing a live newsfeed, and so No-Tail was treated to the same show that aired all around the world. Soon he found himself watching intently as the helicopter was slowly swallowed up by the shaft. The screen was now the white ocean of cum housed inside Scarface's testicles, the helicopter's final resting place.

When the feed finally died, No-Tail shook his head as if he had been freed from a trance. Glancing down, he noticed that his erection stood tall and proud, jutting forward from his pubic bone. He was breathing heavy and his cock was already dribbling white cream to the ground at his feet.

No-Tail jumped at the sound of laughter, and for a moment though someone was laughing at him. He looked over his shoulder and spotted Black Eye happily knocking over buildings, and then massacring all the tinies that streamed forth. Drenched in sweat and blood, Black Eye's feet tingled in the cool air. He would lower his foot down where the population was densest in the street until the scaly sole was brushing against the tiny heads. They would squeak loud and lift their hands as if they could somehow hold off the colossal weight. Sometimes their grip would even slip due to how slick and slimy the soles really were.

"Oh no, the big lizards gonna step on you," he snickered.

Standing beside Black Eye now, No-Tail lifted his foot and placed it on top of Black Eye's. He applied pressure, and the dozens of little bodies beneath Black Eye's foot were abruptly crushed to death.

Black Eye turned and snarled. "They were mine!" he screamed.

No-Tail was taller than Black Eye, and easily twice his girth. Muscle and fat rippled over his stocky build. It was as if at any moment his scales might pop off to reveal an even larger nosranous beneath. Black Eye, feeling a twinge of fear in the pit of his stomach, took an instinctive step back. No-Tail cocked his head towards one of the office buildings that was a bit taller than Black Eye. "Go stand in front of it," he ordered.

A nosranous despised taking orders, but Black Eye obeyed, walking up to the designated building and resting his upper body against it. The entire building was covered in shining windows which served as a large mirror to the giant. In the reflection, he watched No-Tail as he carefully squatted down and scooped up a clawful of tinies. For the tinies still at his feet, he began to herd them forward with careful steps, only crushing a few to ensure the rest hustled along. Black Eye shivered at the warm breath that blew over his nape. No-Tail was uncomfortably close. He was happy when the other male pushed away. He used the reflection of the building to keep track of No-Tail's movements, and watched as the larger nosranous squatted down. No-Tail lifted Black Eye's tail out of the way and allowed it to rest on his shoulder, before pressing the clawful of tinies up against the curve of his rump.

It was a strange feel for Black Eye. He had sat on buildings and natives during prior jobs, just to mix up the usual rampage, but the little bodies always popped before any fun could be had. This was different. No-Tail, being an older nosranous, had better control of himself. He could actually pluck the tinies up with a pair of fingers and delicately press them against the wrinkled skin of Black Eye's pucker. With just a little bit of pressure, the furrowed flesh opened and slurped forward. The ring of muscle clamped upon the tiny as well as No-Tail's fingers, and when No-Tail pulled his fingers back, the tiny was nowhere to be seen.

Black Eye's hands clenched a little hard on the corners of the building as he grew accustomed to the oddness of a little squirmy beneath his tail. His muscles clenched, and the squirming stopped, but suddenly No-Tail was stuffing another of the tinies inside him. Black Eye looked down and watched as his sheath started to twitch. An adorable pink erection was pushing out of the flesh lips.

There were hundreds of tinies at No-Tail's feet. Of course, they were attempting to run away from him, but the sheer volume was keeping them gridlocked, and what few avenues of escape were far too clogged to let them pass in large numbers. He had all the time he needed to pick them up, one at a time, and stuff them into the heavy, smothering flesh of Black Eye's puckered hole. All the while, his penis was leaking profusely. He dabbed his fingers in the slick white and washed it over the pucker, and was soon able to stuff the tinies in by twos and threes. A dozen toys were crushed into jelly before No-Tails body reached equilibrium. Eventually, he could keep his wild clenches under control. The little squirmies were swallowed up, whole and alive, and sucked deep into the endless stretch of bowels.

Black Eye was breathing hard when No-Tail finally decided he had been stuffed enough. He leaned back to examine his handiwork. The puckered rim had been loosened and widened by the fingers, and was slow to clench back to its prior tightness. No-Tail leaned closer and cocked his head to the side so his eye could peer into the dark, smothering bowels of the other male. The most recent batch of tinies he had stuffed inside were actually struggling and clawing to reach the still gaping opening. Within the sweltering anus of the nosranous, the faint light represented hope, though when they finally reached the ring they found the drop to the ground would prove fatal.

For those trapped in the gaping anus of Black Eye, the amber eye and pristine white fangs of the monster lifted away. Soon, it was replaced by a massive, swollen pillar of pink flesh, which was abruptly shoved forward. In an instant, the engorged glans of the erection had sealed the entrance, trapping those still alive within. The steady oozes of white that washed out of No-Tail's cock carried the tinies back into the bowels.

Black Eye let out a roar as the tickle of little feet and hands on his sphincter was replaced with raw girth. His hands crushed the sections of building he was holding. He ripped the clawful of cement and steel away, before pushing his hands into the building's innards in a desperate bid to find something to hold. No-Tail gripped the other male's left hip with one hand, and his tail with the other. Pulling the tail up and out of the way, he stretched the anus just a bit wider. Faintly, screams for mercy could be heard escaping from within the bowels, now that the vent was not so tightly sealed. The screams were silenced when No-Tail thrust himself forward and buried a good quarter of his cock inside the other male.

Black Eye wanted nothing more than to stray a claw down to his erection and rub the throbbing girth. But he feared pulling his hands out of the building would cause him to topple. An idea came to him, and he took slow and careful steps forward, bringing his feet up so they straddled the building's sides. As No-Tail started to rock his erection back and forth, Black Eye pushed his hips forward, his swollen glans pressing into the building's façade. His first thrust was deflected. The second time, the window shattered beneath the ram. The jagged glass that now cut his erection was actually pleasant, opening little lacerations on the thick skin of his cock and adding another level of stimulation. Perhaps some tinies had been pressed against the window, enjoying the show, because he could feel little bodies pinned under his girth. As he pulled out, they abruptly popped into jelly, and made the next thrust into the building much smoother.

For No-Tail, each thrust into Black Eye was more pleasant than the last. The hundreds trapped inside Black Eye's bowels were pushed deeper by the massive glans, until they were at last trapped between a nosranous' prostate and a nosranous' cock. Both No-Tail and Black Eye let out gasps and groans. The beating against the prostate was nothing short of heavenly for the latter, and for the former, he could actually feel little squirmies slipping inside his slit and traveling all the way down his flesh tube, into his scrotum. Clenching suddenly, he closed his eyes and let out a feline purr before his seed began to spurt out and into Black Eye. Black Eye sighed softly. These were odd sounds, especially compared to how vocal the two had been before. Black Eye hugged the building a little tighter as his seed washed inside of it. Floods of white were soon poured out of the windows and down to the streets below, bathing the city in the odor of nosranous domination.

Black Eye, a rookie in both conquest and sex, tumbled forward, utterly tuckered out at what had just been done. No-Tail, on the other hand, was far from sated. He ripped his erection away, earning a panicked scream from Black Eye, who had never felt such raw pain rush through his bowels. With the cork removed, gallon upon gallon of blood, guts and seed washed out of the stretched hole and to the street below. Black Eye rested against the building, until the building gave way, and he ended up on his front, unable to even lift himself.

No-Tail was strong enough to lift him, however. He dug his claws into Black Eye's flanks and hoisted him off the ground, ready to sodomize or stuff him, Black Eye wasn't sure. Black Eye whined and begged for mercy, squirming with whatever strength he had left. Although No-Tail did think of forcing himself upon the smaller male, he decided it was not worth it. Besides, there were other ways to sate the never ending lust inside him.

With giddiness more often seen in children, No-Tail happily pummeled his way through the buildings in his path. He had no real destination. He simply enjoyed destroying things, and then taking the time to crush all the tinies that survived the collapse. He would be lying if he said he didn't have a certain fascination with feet. He adored every aspect of them, and loved crushing things with them more than anything else. So when his eyes happened upon another of the television screen billboards, and he saw himself standing there, an idea quickly formed in his mind.

The billboard televised his rather massive backside and was at a low angle, which meant the camera was behind him and ground level. As careful as he could, he turned around, and his golden eyes skimmed the populace, searching for some sign of the camera. He at last spotted a small white van. He scooped it from the ground and excitedly turned back to the billboard, and purred with delight when he saw the projection on the billboard was now showing the view from inside his mammoth fingers.

After deducing that the camera was located in a Plexiglas dome on the top of the van, he set the van back down before him. Bracing himself on the building with the billboard, he lifted his foot and let it hover over the van's roof. Immediately, the picture on the billboard was dominated by the massive underside of the scaly foot. No-Tail moved his foot back slightly so his toes were in the camera, and wiggled each very slowly. Chunks of flesh that had been wedged between the scales rained down. A hand strayed down between his legs and rubbed his shaft gently as he moved his foot forward, and once more gazed upon the bulbous pads in the center, where the toes met the rest of the foot.

Using one dexterous toe, No-Tail carefully knocked the van onto its side. Instead of displaying the sky, the billboard now showed a ground level view of the two massive feet. The next several minutes were spent shaking buildings and knocking them down, and then herding all the tinies so they stood closer to the van.

No-Tail's eyes were fixated on the billboard as he lifted his foot high into the air and quickly brought it down. The force of the stomp knocked all the tinies to the ground, and before they recovered, No-Tail swung his foot to the side. He selected the group closest to the van and carefully rested his foot on its side, displaying the sole to the camera and adoring the sight of the gore soaked toes. Like this, his foot brushed forward, crushing some beneath the weight both simply pushing most of the tinies, until there was a good group resting under him. Then he lowered his foot and pinned about a dozen beneath him. The billboard showed little hands reaching out from under the smothering soles, but the weight on their back was simply too great. They scraped for purchase in the ground, but try as they might they could not pull themselves out. No-Tail wiggled his toes, rubbing himself furiously at the sight and the utter domination he held. Shifting his weight, he crushed those beneath him, and quickly scooped another group of volunteers before the camera.

When there were no more tinies within reach, No-Tail sat down in front of the camera. He placed his gore soaked sole before it, and stared at the screen. Every feature of his foot was displayed in graphic detail. The wrinkles and cracks over the leather were emphasized due to the gore and blood washed inside them. He wiggled his toes slowly, one at a time, watching with fascination at the range of movement available. Cute giggles escaped him as the occasional dismembered leg or head was dislodged and tumbled to the ground. One human, broken but still alive, actually feel from a crevice on his sole. No-Tail rubbed himself calmly, washing his hands in the gore that surrounded him so the scales on his hands weren't so rough. He snarled softly and growled, and sucked down a deep breath. When he felt his peak hit, he pinched two fingers over his slit. His toes curled in erotic fashion as he held the bubbling climax in the pit of his testicles. Moments ticked by. He savored the pins and needles washed inside his testicles. He was vaguely jealous of Scarface, who got to enjoy an entire helicopter in his scrotum, and made a mental not to try that. He eased a sigh past his lips as whiteness washed out of the pink cock and spurted into the camera's view.

He sighed softly and looked back to the billboard to see it was now completely white. He chuckled to himself as he got to his feet. A dexterous toe sifted through the pool of white, at last unearthing the van. No-Tail's erection was still spurting madly, washing over the buildings. He carefully cleaned the van off and then placed it on top of the building with the billboard, where it would have a clear view of the city. Off in the distance, he spotted Scarface rampaging through a neat row of buildings. No-Tail licked his lips. He decided he would put on a show with his "cherished leader," for all the natives of this planet to watch.