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Tegon was seeing stars, and staggered around the street in near-blindness like he had imbibed one too many tasty cocktails. After shaking off a few times, the anthro dragon twisted his horn-crowned head over to where a glint of sunlight reflected off the wall. There hung a paper advertisement laminated in plastic, quite remarkable when fiber-based materials had almost completely been replaced by e-ink and nano-thin composites. Self-consciously clearing his throat and walking over with his head down to avoid embarrassment, he pulled it off a nanotube-infused brick wall and perused the sheet. "APPLICANTS WANTED" in bright red, rounded letters really got his attention.

The dragon was recently fired from engineering supervisor due to an unfortunate incidentthat happened while he was occupied with other matters, and automated employment was steady encroaching on what was available to him. The best way a dragon could expand his gold hoard involved the shady underworld of gangs. 'Tegon the Crime Lord' had a nice ring to it, but society looked down upon a dragon who could not keep the two crowning vices in check: lust and a tendency for violence. Regardless, he was on his way to an initiation with the 7thStreet Claws when the advertisement might as well have smacked him upside the head. It read:

"Explore exotic locales while serving your country! The Dragonian Empire is looking for dedicated, loyal individuals of all races interested in galactic exploration and reconnaissance. Planet DDJ-630 is located in one of our galaxy's spiral arms, imbued with a temperate climate and scenic vistas. For more information on this out-of-this-world offer, please visit your nearest recruiting office." The notice was endorsed with an unintelligible signature.

There's a building right up the street that takes care of that, he thought. Tegon remembered he entered the office five or so years ago to enlist. You know what? Fuck the Claws. I'm gonna get off this shitty rock and get a real job again. With somewhat more of a spring in his step, Tegon folded up the laminated paper as best he could and went down to the building plastered in various patriotic signs, encouraging citizens to support their military and vote in local elections.

He pulled open a heavy glass door and walked up to an obviously bored, teenage receptionist. The snake darted her tongue out a few times, but said nothing as she clacked away on her keyboard. Damn serpents. They make dragons look as humble as mice nowadays. Tegon rapped his claws a few times on the counter to get her attention.

"Uhh, I heard about this job offer." He pulled out the folded sheet, where a photograph of some tropical beach backed by local flora was still visible. "Can I talk to someone about it?"

She blinked once or twice and then grinned. "Oh yeah! That's been available forever. Go through the door on your right, then down the hallway on your left there will be another door. Knock on it a few times and Commander Drak'tha should be available to speak with you."

"Cool. Thanks!" Tegon put the ad into his pocket once again and walked determinedly down a tiled hallway. Here were a few familiar maps of troop deployments during the war and the supreme commander standing triumphant on a pile of reptilian skulls. His beige toeclaws provided the soundtrack, scratching against slate as he moved. It sent shivers down his spine whenever it managed to sound like claws on a chalkboard. Tegon knocked on the solid oak door at the end of the hallway. 'Cmdr. Drak'tha' was embossed on a gold plate next to it, shined to perfection.

"Come in," the commander's voice was raspy and gruff, exactly as Tegon imagined it would be.

The green-and-black dragon was surprised who greeted him on the other side. A fellow firebreather, blood-red and several feet taller, was standing over a cluttered cherry desk in full body armor. He looked to be significantly older, perhaps late thirties, with battle scars crisscrossing his grizzled face. Tegon had the discipline not to stare at whatever the commander was concerning himself with, but guessed it had to do with the serpent protests a few blocks over that made the news last night.

"And you are?" Drak'tha fixed his gaze on Tegon. He seemed unimpressed.

"Sir, I'm here about an advertisement I read out on the street?" Tegon showed him respect. Amongst dragons, those with more combat experience earned and demanded it.

"Advertisement?" The commander pursed his lips, looking confused. Tegon pulled out the piece of paper and handed it over. Drak'tha unfolded it and looked it over once, twice, and even a third time. He grimaced, sighed, then looked back to the young dragon with a forced smile.

"Ahh, yes! You look just the type. Tell me, son, have you served before?"

"Yes, sir. Second Dragonian War." All able-bodied male dragons were pressed into service a few years ago upon a territory dispute with a neighboring lizard nation. Their militaristic society's superior technology won the war easily. Tegon was only eighteen and had no role in the gruesome skirmishes, but still repaired armor and other equipment on the front lines.

"No kidding?" Drak'tha's features softened considerably. "Where were you stationed?"

"Trarvi."

Drak'tha sighed ruefully. "Me, too, for a few weeks. Lost several good soldiers there." He eyed Tegon one more time. "Good, good. Are you prepared for spaceflight?"

"I haven't been further out than our planet's L2 point to repair an observatory, but yes, sir."

"That's fine. You would actually ship out tomorrow at daybreak, since training is unnecessary. Standard regs. You'll be allowed one backpack of personal effects. The rest we'll provide. You'll hear more about your mission en route. Is that clear?"

"Sir, yes, sir!" Tegon was excited to get back into the workforce so soon. He shook the commander's claw, finding it a little awkward considering his superior was missing a talon. One thing he was thankful for was dragonian efficiency. They were not bogged down in the meddlesome bureaucracy that would have otherwise kept him grounded.

***

That night Tegon imagined awesome sandy beaches and fresh air as he shoved a sack full of clothes and toiletries. It would be a nice departure from the smog-choked metropolis where he currently lived. After sending the message through his neural implants to shut the lights off, he relaxed in bed and looked around. His bedroom was covered with posters depicting dragon soldiers hacking through jungles and parachuting into the line of fire. Tegon's favorite showed an astronaut in battle armor taking the first step onto an alien world, ready to conquer it in their name.

Would his trek be that glamorous? The astronaut was clearly on a barren moon devoid of life. He wondered what would happen should he meet any hostiles. Perhaps they would be a thousand feet tall and tower over him with futuristic weaponry. Tegon hoped not. The life of a micro was never pleasant. Macro simulations he loved immersing himself in showed just how painful his paws could be to littles, with up-close, realistic vids of his rampaging through virtual cities.

***

The next morning Tegon proceeded to the spaceport where the commander told him to be at sunrise. He was signing the required paperwork the day before when Drak'tha revealed that he should expect two other reptiles to accompany him on his mission.

"Don't think we're just going to drop you alone out there, soldier," he had said.

Approaching the shuttle's loading pad, the young dragon saw them lingering there: a lizard and another dragon. The lizard was very plain, a solid minty green shade. He was shamefully slouched over by dragonian standards. Tegon's brother-in-species had the look of a military man, and Tegon could tell he was keeping his distance from the lizard. Reptiles tended to hate each other and had a penchant for sabotage. Dragons certainly did not want foreigners to join their military, but the lizard foreign minister demanded that as a condition of their peace treaty. To rub in his distain of the outsider, Tegon grasped the unfamiliar dragon's hand and patted him on the back, as if they were old friends.

"Hey, man! Pleasure to meet you. Name's Tegon."

"So, you're the new recruit, huh? Well, I'm gonna have to 'initiate' you and Jax once we get to DDJ-630." The planet they were to travel to. Apparently it was a rocky, hilly world in a star's habitable zone. Tegon hoped it would have at least one beach, as the flyer promised.

"Actually, it's Field Tech Tegon, First Class. Served in the Second Dragonian," he replied with a sideways glance. "And you never told me your name."

The soldier snapped a quick salute. "I apologize, sir. Second Dragonian, you said? That's impressive. I'm Tech Second Class Talion. Pleasure's mine." They shook claws as a formal introduction. Tegon was surprised that a dragon several years his senior was only a second class tech, but it made sense that a few older civilians would join after a wave of patriotic fervor swept their nation following the war. Talion was a hybrid, or 'furry' dragon as his scaly brethren called them. Since he didn't have scales, his mother must have been the firebreather. They were a pretty rare sight, and shocks of orange running across black fur only added to his exotic appearance.

The lizard, Jax, smirked. "Figures. You dragons _would_all have similar names."

"Hey!" Talion glared at him before half-heartedly laughing. "Fuck you! Dragon wannabe. You wish you were a firebreather. We all know it." He managed to get the weakling in a headlock. "Admit it."

"Go fuck yourself, half-blood." Jax wormed away and put up his fists. "Looking for a fight? 'Cause I'd love to kick your ass."

"Look, you might be allowed to join our ranks. But you'll never be one of us."

Tegon held up a hand. "Alright, alright. I'm the ranking officer here. Let's get on board first, and then we can make uneasy allusions to our species' mutual hate."

Both grumbled, but followed the ranking soldier dutifully into the ship. They sat in relatively plush passenger seats, strapped their safety harnesses into place, and waited for a countdown to start. The shuttle was unmanned and already programmed to their destination, so all they had to do was sit and enjoy the ride. Tegon perused documents pertaining to the mission as the blue sky darkened to black and stars began to rush by.

The planet was quite far away, in the ass-end of nowhere. None of the other worlds in the system were habitable, with the closest neighbors being a 'greenhouse' planet choked with acid rain and an atmosphere-less wasteland rich in iron compounds. Oddly, DDJ-630 was settled during the war, when the government had ruled colonization off-limits to focus all energy on the domestic front. The reason for founding the settlement was blacked out. Even stranger were the odd characters under "secondary name." That field was usually reserved for planets already civilized, and was the title for their own home world. Tegon pulled the digital screen with his claws to zoom in. He saw a vertical scratch, coupled with three horizontal ones in succession attached to the right side of it. Next came one glyph that looked like a tent with a line through the middle. Before he could continue deciphering the name, Jax yelled out.

"Not fucking true! You were the instigators!"

"Is that what they teach you in your little fascist schools?"

Tegon slammed his fist against his viewport. "Enough! We need to tighten up our standards if we're recruiting fucking children now. Not one more goddamn word out of either of you until we get there. Clear?"

"Crystal, sir."

When the time for landing did come, it surprised Tegon. His knowledge of all the different ships in the fleet was weak at best, but it was enough to recognize theirs should have been equipped with over-powered reverse boosters for smooth landings. Looking out the viewport, he saw the telltale glow of aerodynamic heating as their shuttle was buffeted by winds. He hoped the sublimation armor was working properly. This planet must be absolutely crawling with life with an atmosphere like this. Sure enough, Tegon looked down and saw tall, coniferous trees seated in ash. A volcano must have erupted there recently, and, worse yet, no nearby body of water dashed his hopes for a beach vacation. Impact jolted the three, but a hiss and chime signaled they were clear to disembark.

The three poked their heads out of the airlock. Gray, powdery dirt surrounded the lander. Dotted across the landscape were craggy rocks and a few cliffs. The trees Tegon saw from the air were mostly far in the distance. Luckily, the air was indeed breathable, so they threw their masks back into the passenger section and descended the stairs.

Tegon's foot touched the ground, but when he put his weight down fully, his combat boot dropped a fraction and crackled. Making sure the silt was not going to give out from under it, he moved his boot back and forth until it was firmly settled. The amount of pressure needed toughened his soles and made them drip with sweat. A few more snaps sounded out, but then it just became the sifting of dingy red sand. He checked the heel of his shoe afterwards to see a bunch of bugs wriggling about. Some of them were missing limbs or heads thanks to his first step on another world.

"Huh, these worms or something?" He showed the sludge to Talion, as bug juice oozed back to the ground. "They make a hell of a mess."

"Yeah. Those are organics, native to this planet. We need to get moving, but I'll tell you more about them later."

"Huh. Never seen bugs bleed red when you squish 'em before, but OK."

"Never been on planet DDJ-630 before, either, but there ya go." That shut Tegon up. They followed a few hills with the assistance of scouting maps until they reached an overhanging ridge. Lying before them was an unusually dragonian pre-fab. Being sent after pirates or rogue soldiers was not entirely surprising, but Tegon wondered what role the natives played in all this. Jax set up a tripod and directed his sniper rifle towards the entrance of the installation. Talion sat there cleaning his claws with his back to the building, ready to radio back any sign of activity to the commander. Tegon had a pair of powerful binoculars and was sweeping across the base looking for any signs of activity.

"You sure this is the right place?" Jax asked. "With dragons always in a hurry, I suspect you screwed up the details."

"Gods, are you still talking?" replied Talion. "Yes, this is the right fucking place. We just need to make sure they're still using this as a command center. As soon as we see signs of life, we can go."

"Who are 'they' exactly?"

"Need-to-know basis. You don't."

Hours of absolutely nothing passed before Tegon spotted a shadow moving across one of the windows.

"Got it. Figure moving on the second floor."

Talion rolled over and stood up behind a concealing rock. "Finally! OK, our orders are to extract and move a few sectors to the south. There we can patch into their communications network and do some good 'ol packet sniffing."

Tegon and Jax crawled out and fell into line behind Talion. Chain of command among dragons was a little looser, owing to their lone nature. So Tegon allowed the junior tech to direct them to their next goal. Besides, I get a great view of his a--

"Hey, Tegon," interrupted Jax. "Don't make it so obvious, yeah?"

"Ahem. I was just, uh, looking around for more of those weird bugs."

"Sure."

"Dra--, er, Commander, we've confirmed activity at the base. We are moving on to objective two." Talion called into the air.

"Roger that, you're clear to proceed at 2300 hours," came the reply. "That gives you about," there was a pause, "two hours for, uh, R&R. Have fun."

"Yes, sir. I'll show Tegon and Jax why we love this assignment." Talion made an abrupt about-face and beckoned them to what looked like an artificial crater. "We keep a lucky few corralled here and feed them when we feel like it. They'll just eat each other if we forget for a few weeks or if there's no one here. For water, well," Talion formed his handclaws into a steeple. "I make sure to leave myself down there long enough for them to wring out something to drink from my fur. Sometimes my foot slips," he growled.

"Them?" Jax again.

"The bugs! Only they're not your ordinary pest; they're mammals. Intelligent ones, at that. They're tool-users, maybe somewhere in the Bronze Age. The daggers I have to pull out of my toes every other day will attest to that."

Tegon recalled his first introduction to them and flashed his teeth. "Mammals?" He chimed in this time. "That small? I don't believe it."

"Well, you know what? You can sit here and ponder how it's possible. Meanwhile I'm pretending these are tiny lizards underneath my feet."

Jax narrowed his eyes. "You mean dragons." He slid into the crater's floor first. Talion followed, and Tegon was last. Just like in his sims, the young dragon loomed over the creatures. But this time he knew they were real, and they were actually capable of knowing what he was. Tegon was not going to let the boots stifle the feeling. He pulled them off and stuffed the pair into his backpack, allowing his green toes to sink into the silt. Then he pushed around the sand to form a little corral for a hundred of them. One toe dragging across the pen was enough to split them open and form a puddle of red. The ones he saw were left he turned his back on. Then he slowly lowered himself down and sat on the survivors. They popped quite deliciously against his scales.

A mammal was traveling alone apart from the rest. It would not be able to cross the width of the shadow cast by Tegon's foot for some time, so the dragon rested his heel into the dirt and suspended the rest of it in the air. He positioned his first two toes so that when he brought his foot down the speck would be caught between them. Then he crushed them together until a red dot appeared on his flesh.

This was child's play for Tegon. He was a little stressed from the journey to the planet and hadn't jacked off in days, so for a cheap sexual thrill he just slammed his foot down over and over on a few more piles. His paw stuck to the ground after a time, and he had to put some effort into pulling it out of the bloody muck and going after more of them.

"Kill fucking confirmed!"

"Wow, I see you have experience in this department." Talion stood back and admired Tegon's skill.

"Heh, you could say that."

Talion himself performed his duty of providing them with sustenance. They swarmed his orange, furred paw when he slipped it out of his shoe, even though it was radiating musk. He thought they tickled as they sucked away. Talion 'accidentally' stomped down once or twice, scattering the group before they obediently came right back.

Jax was much more reserved. The armor aboard was only built for dragons, so he was forced to go bootless anyway. Analysis showed the dirt was safe to walk on, so he was not too concerned. His minty toes dug into the soil and swirled around a bit, burying the micros alive. He scraped a few stains from his soles and gave it a taste. "Yum. Tangy."

When the star began to set over the horizon, they crawled out of the hole, leaving the bodies for the mammals to cannibalize.

"I need a smoke break." Jax broke off and lit up. Meanwhile, Talion pulled Tegon aside.

"See this?" He showed Tegon a bullet, ejected from his rifle. "Made with an extract from local plant life. Something's weird about this planet. The chemicals in this bullet, or dart, really, have the power to change the size of organics. Make them tiny. Like what we've just been stomping on. Well, not exactly. This one's only powerful enough to get reptiles down to an inch or two. I'm saving the good stuff for a special occasion."

Tegon eyed it and imagined the possibilities with the power to shrink whoever he wanted.

"So, what are you saying? Why did you chamber this in your gun?"

"I'm saying fucking lizards killed my best friend in the Second Dragonian. I wanna fucking shrink that asshole Jax."

"Damn, I don't know." Tegon looked over at Jax in the distance, puffing away on an e-cig. His mind flashed back to the torture chambers lizards used, performing vivisection on prisoners of war. Civilians with their hearts ripped out, full-blooded dragonlings with their wings torn off. They starved his countrymen in disease-riddled swamps.

"Let's do it."

"Alright. You get behind him. I'll approach from the front and distract the bastard while you get into position. Grab him when I flash a claw and I'll shoot."

Tegon nodded and, to avoid suspicion, started playing with his electronic wrist display while wondering around. Slowly, he circled around to face Jax's rear while Talion provoked him.

"Hey, Jax! How many dragons did your parents kill in the Second Dragonian?"

"First of all, it's the Dragonian Incursion, and second, none. We were a civilian family, forced to black out our windows during your raids."

Tegon was close enough now to touch Jax if he wanted to, but the lizard was too busy quarrelling with Talion to notice.

"Well I killed four," Talion replied. "Four of your dirty, useless wastes of air. I slit one's throat and watched him bleed out like a filthy pig."

Jax sat up. "You motherfucker!" Tegon pounced on him before Jax could lunge at Talion, and he held him down while raining blows down on his face. "Too far away from home now, huh, lizard? No one to pull your butt out of the fire."

Talion pointed the barrel of his gun at Jax's chest and fired. The lizard instantly stopped resisting and slumped over as a red barrel poked out of his midsection.

"Is he dead?" Tegon asked. Talion didn't say anything about murdering Jax.

"Nah. Watch. You'll see."

Before Tegon's eyes, Jax got smaller. Way smaller. The dart fell out of the lizard's body while he dwindled to the height of the dragon's chest, then his waist, then finally his ankle. Jax awoke when the process was complete, standing next to the cigarette that had fallen from his mouth during the struggle. Now it rivaled him in size.

"This isn't fucking funny, guys. C'mon."

Tegon and Talion exchanged a sly glance and surrounded Jax. They stood, barefoot, with their paws looming over the lizard. Jax cowered in their wake, already knowing he was staring death in the eyes, taking the form of the crevasses between each of their toes. Talion yanked him up by the loose skin on the back of his neck and snarled at him:

"You pathetic little fuck, this is what you get for being so weak compared to us!"

His eagerness to crush this sorry excuse of life could no longer be hid. Tegon took his scaly limb and Talion took his orange paw, and they brought them together with Jax placed in the middle. When their paws met, Tegon and Talion interlocked toes and trapped the lizard between sticky fur and smooth skin wet with blood.

"Please, I-I'm sorry for whatever I did!" he groaned.

They applied pressure to Jax until his breath was ragged and their feet became slick with his own bodily fluids.

"Gods, I can't breathe!" They could hear the lizard splutter and gag on sweat and musk combined. It was a powerful combination, and the thought of crushing this particular insect aroused both of the dragons. It brought back memories of the first time they crushed the lizards, during the war.

"P-please! D-don't do this to me! I know what I said before was wrong, but please..." Jax squealed. As both dragons pressed harder on his tiny, brittle ribs: "L-let me serve the rightful species of our galaxy, masters!"

Tegon and Talion laughed and snarled. Now he wants to serve us. Such disobedience and pitiful attempts to conciliate made even the mammals here more respectable than he was! That was when they crunched together until his insides spewed out. The lizard let out one last death groan that burbled into nonsense.

Breathing heavily after snuffing out Jax's life, Tegon sat up and fell forward onto Talion's armored body. He caressed the dragon's neck while meeting Talion's open mouth with his tongue. They rolled around as they kissed, growling and humping each other. When Tegon could finally break free, he tore at his clothes until his aching cock sprang free and swung in the wind. Wanting to involve their little friends in the action, he pointed to a cluster of tan.

"Why are they all grouped together like that?"

Talion was taking his pants off this time. When his orange paw cast them aside, he wiggled the furry toes in his squadmate's face. Tegon massaged them enthusiastically and sucked on the digits. "We're guessing they're civilizations. At least, since we--uh, yeah."

"Huh?" Tegon stopped for a moment.

"Sorry, I was thinking about another species."

Tegon shrugged and scooped up the lot of them, fitting into his palm, and lifted Talion's back. He stuck a claw into the dragon's anus and worked it while teasing his subordinate's sheathed cock. When it was supple enough, he pushed the creatures into Talion's warmth and prepared his own penis for entry.

The dragon shoved his cock into Talion's tight, sopping-wet hole. Talion responded by bouncing a few times on his lap. The younger dragon groaned, nearly unleashing his load then and there. He felt the grit of the micro bodies that only encouraged him to pound harder. Tegon pressed the seals of Talion's armor apart and grasped at the bare scales of his chest. His squadmate dug his feet into the earth, legs spread wide and arms bracing himself against a tall cliff. Tegon saw more mammals all around as they fucked, and slowly guided their bodies together to step on every last one of them. Talion's cock jiggled up and down with Tegon's ramming. Tegon's claws dug into orange fur and even pulled up a few clumps.

Tegon, sweating, forced Talion's body into the dirt. He clasped a hand over the furry dragon's mouth and speared Talion down on his shaft with a hand on the top of his subordinate's head.

"Want me to cum? Want me to blow inside you?" Tegon whispered.

Talion cried and pounded the ground with his fist.

Tegon pushed the destroyed civilization and all the micros contained within it deep into Talion and bit his neck to assert his dominance. Rhythmic contractions took care of the rest as he pumped his sweet cream into Talion. The young dragon noticed some red dribble out of his mate's hole along with drops of his cum.

Tegon lay there for a while, eyes closed and breathing in the fresh air. When he opened them, Talion had his gun trained on the dragon's face.

"Ha ha, Talion. C'mon, that's against regs and we have a mission to complete. Just put it away and I'll forget I saw anything." But Talion had the look of a killer on his face and he was staring down the sights. "I am your commanding officer, and I order you to put the fucking gun down now!" Tegon was shaking with rage, still nude. He stood up, and the muzzle remained fixed square on his face.

"Not quite, hon. It's Lieutenant Talion, actually," mocking Tegon's own introduction back on their home planet. "Drak'tha let me know that some idiot put up flyers all over town. Thankfully, you and Jax were the only ones to slip through before we tore the rest down. The whole 'recon mission' shit was a ruse. That's just one of our abandoned buildings from before we shrunk the sorry fucks on this planet. The commander ran around inside to make you think otherwise." Talion hissed. "Considering Jax's now in pieces on the bottoms of our feet, you are the only loose end."

"Gods, that's fucking sick! What the fuck is wrong with you people?"

"Heh, yeah, like you didn't enjoy it. This whole deal was developed during the war. The supreme commander approved a project that would allow us to cart POWs here and shrink them using the serum. It would allow us to manage our problem prisoners easier. We tested it first on the local population." He pointed down to them. Tegon viewed the micros with a sudden wave of respect. They were just the equivalent of cave-dwelling primitives. They did not deserve the kind of treatment he and his ilk had dished out.

Talion continued. "Obviously, they were too incipient of a civilization to understand what was going on. The op was officially shut down a day after the peace treaties were signed, but we dragons need this!" He gestured animatedly, swinging his gun around. "It's the only way to satisfy our bloodlust in peacetime. Otherwise we all end up pathetic drug dealers and city warlords." He clicked off the gun's safety. "Haven't had a fellow dragon to kill in a while. So you know I'm really gonna enjoy this one."

Tegon put his hands up in surrender. "OK, but can I have one last request?"

"Whatever."

Instead of speaking, Tegon used the distraction to duck. Talion's shot sailed inches too high before his target managed to dive behind an outcropping of rocks. Without a weapon or armor, the dragon would have to try and slip away cleverly. As Talion busied himself with reloading another capsule, Tegon darted out and began running in a random, serpentine-like pattern. Talion reloaded on the go, sprinting after his fellow dragon.

"I've been at this a lot longer than you have, kid." Talion pressed a button on his wrist.

Tegon stumbled over himself as his legs locked up and became rigid. His neural implant was being remotely controlled! The dragon's body slid across the powdery dirt until coming to rest above another cluster of tiny organics. He rolled over and groaned only to see Talion's gun pointed at him again. The crazed dragon kneeled down on Tegon's waist and pinned him in place. He pressed a claw to his ear, radioing Commander Drak'tha.

"Hey, Drak'tha. Come to sector..." He glanced at a read-out on his wrist computer. "77-X. You can handle elimination of target if I don't get to him first." Talion calmly ejected his ammunition and pulled a glowing green dart out of a tactical pouch. "You've done it now." Then he loaded the bullet and shoved the gun's muzzle into Tegon's maw.

"Bye, Tegon." He leaned in close and obscenely licked the younger dragon's face. "It was fun."

The world fell away.

***

Tegon awoke, then rolled over and hacked up globules of congealed and fresh blood. The ground around him was rougher than where he was before, and sharp rocks poked into his body. Other life forms surrounded him in a bustling town square.Uh, what? What happened to Talion?

He rose up like a zombie and staggered over to one of the hairy, scaleless beings not too unlike when that damn ad that got him into this mess blinded him. But this time around, he was more thankful than annoyed. Talion wasn't anywhere in sight. Now it was just a matter of getting to the nearest spaceport and as far away from this fucking planet as possible.

"Hey, man, what's going on here?" He grabbed a citizen and shook him a few times, glad to be alive. Tegon noticed they looked like survivors of the war, famished and dehydrated. But he was one to talk, seeing as how he was still naked. And sticky. "Uhh, sorry about that, dude. Do you know how I can get to a spaceport from here?"

The loincloth-clad creature just let out an alien screech and pointed up. Tegon followed his gaze and nearly threw up.

There, miles above them, loomed the murderous face of Talion. Tegon was reminded of his youth, when prickers ran rampant during the summer. He would corral the neon-blue insects before poking them with a stick to see what their insides looked like. Talion had the same look of fascination, disgust, and evilness.

"Oh, my--run! All of you run! Don't you understand? He's going to step on you!" The micros just stood there, milling around and staring at the figure blotting out the sun. Tegon mimed stomping his paw down. "He's going to kill you!" They only moved closer to get a better look. Abandoning his attempts to communicate, he sprinted as fast as he could towards the town's limits.

"Boots aren't gonna cut it for this," Tegon heard a rumble from above. The monolith bent down and untied cables of black before slipping his orange paw out and placing it on the ground. Kicking over the empty boot knocked Tegon to his knees, immobilized. He would have to bear witness to what Talion did next.

Talion sat down, his flaccid cock slowly squeezing its way out of its sheath once again. It shone with drying cum from their last adventure. He put a footpaw on either side of the city and began to move them together, as if he were a vise tightening up. His intention was to crush them between his pads, much as himself and Tegon did with Jax. Piles of gray ash built up into mountains, and suddenly their town rested in a valley, cast into darkness. Talion's largest toe rested on top of the others and bobbed up and down with pure happiness. He squeezed his feet together, squishing the lot at once. Talion scrunched his toes together to take care of any survivors. Tegon had to avoid jets of blood that squirted out in his direction.

Tegon had his head turned around to watch the destruction, and didn't notice a wall that slammed down behind him. Blood streamed anew from his jolted nose as he turned to see what was in his way. The commander was standing there, still clad in armor, though without any footwear. His blood-red toes steadily drummed against the cool silt.

Drak'tha looked over to Talion, who upon seeing the commander hopped to his feet. "You sure he's the only one left? That lizard's dead?" He scowled at the naked dragon. "Keep your fucking dick in your pants next time."

"Yes, sir. I smooshed him myself. And I will, sir."

"Excellent. Just need to eliminate this little bugger and we're good to go."

Tegon saw Drak'tha's paw lift up. Sandy dirt cascaded all around him as it fell from between the commander's toes. Each dark gray pad ran deep with ridges and scars, world-weary paws needing to be sated with blood. He saw the outline of the toeprint nearest to him and imagined it filled with his own juices. He dropped to his knees, a defeated soldier. What he was about to experience was only fair in the grand scheme of things, considering what he had done to the mammals an hour or two earlier.

He could tell the commander was savoring the power, inching ever closer until his cool padflesh rubbed up against Tegon's head. He could hear the crunches and cracks of his skull caving in. Then the pain disappeared for good.

Commander Drak'tha turned to Talion while his paw slid against a nearby stone, wiping Tegon's guts off. He gave the sinewy, splattered gore a glance before spitting on the mangled corpse. "I wanna know who the fuck put up those ads. The sooner the public finds out about our little playground, the sooner there's an inquiry. And you know how annoying politicians can be. Now put your armor back on and let's get the hell out of here. This never happened, got it?"

"What never happened, sir?"