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A loud thump resonated within the small home of a farmer. It shook his walls, dust falling from the ceiling, the planks of wood that made up his floor rattling together. It had startled the ram, who had only been eating some oats at his table. He was shaken at first, but had to know what it was- it sounded like it came from his fields. He stood from his chair and approached his window, peeking out of it. What he saw shocked him- it was a feral dragon, and it was huge! It had to have been at least 10 feet tall! It was covered in thick black scales, and had long and leathery wings. Its eyes were a forest green, and were as terrifying as they were mesmerizing.

Trampling the farmer's crops and tearing up his fences, the dragon tore through the wheat fields with apathy, approaching the pen of goats near by to it. The farmer wasted no time, and dashed to his door, busting through it and scurrying off out of sight. He made his way down a dirt path to town, clutching his straw hat to his head as not to lose it.

Ripping and shredding through the wheat, the dragon reached his desired destination for feeding. The goats, a herd no larger than 30, simply made goat noises and huddled up into one of the fenced in corners, unsure of what to do. The dragon stomped forward, leaving paw-prints in the mud, and snatched one up with his powerful jaw. He lifted his chin to the air and let go, allowing it to fall into his mouth, and began to chew and crunch it up whole, turning it into a mess of gore and meat. He then swallowed it, and continued on eating more.

While the dragon had been feasting on the serf's livestock, he had made his way to the city which he sold to. He made quite the scene, pleading out to one of the watchmen in the plaza of one of the markets, begging him to send his men and save his property. Many onlookers took notice, the merchants and customers alike going silent. The pike-wielding ram felt the pressure of scores of eyes, and although he could not imagine a beast so dire that it needed so many men, he obliged. The farmer thanked him many times, looking quite humbled by the experience.

With a rattle of his armor, the ram then turned around, marching quickly to a building with a sign labeled "barracks" above it. The farmer stood, watching nervously at the door. Moments later, a bit more than a half a dozen guards, all armed with various weapons and cheap armor, exited it. The looked to the farmer, who swiftly, although cautiously, led them away from the city and onto the path he entered in on. Most of the people in the plaza slowly returned to their day, although some of them followed the band of law enforcers with some distance, hungry for some entertainment.

Now, the rather large group of people marched down the path, having long left behind the walls of the city. It wasn't long until they reached the farmer's home, and his fields, which at this point was completely torn up and destroyed. The dragon had been eating many of the goats, and was currently chasing one around who had escaped its grasp. Blood stained the grass, as well as the dragon's mouth and shining teeth. Upon catching the sight of the creature, the guards looked shocked beyond belief. The citizens gave panicked murmurs, an elderly wolf fainting. Suddenly, however, the feared crowd parted, and let through a lightly furred donkey stepped forward with a confident posture. He was wearing opulent robes, which were dyed white with gold lining. He held a thick book in one paw, and with the other, pointed to the dragon.

"It is a beast from the pits of Hell! The devil himself has sent it. It must be destroyed!" he declared, his voice grisly but filled with righteous fervor.

"He's got to be mad." declared a female voice from the collection of people. Some of the others seemed to agree, nodding in support. None left, though, all determined to see the outcome. The most heavily armed guard, wielding a spear, looked to his inferiors and gave a solid hand gesture to them.

"Charge!" he yelled, dashing forward, weapon in hand, as did the other soldiers. They ran past him and toward the dragon, who took notice of the peculiar noise of rattling armor and yelling, and looked in their direction. The leader drew his arm back and threw the spear he had with all of his strength, whizzing past one of the heads of his men. It flew at the dragon with lightning speed, before embedding in his front leg, coming out the other side with a fleshy noise

The dragon let out a grunt of pain. The metal had managed to break a scale or two on the way in, dampening the impact. It was very small compared to his leg, and although it pinched, did little actual damage. The lumbering creature turned around to face his foes, and as one wielding a club approached, swatted him out of the way. His powerful claws tore into his gambeson and scratched his chest-plate, knocking his tool out of his hand and throwing him a few feet backwards, stunning him and most likely giving him a concussion. The dragon then lowered his head to the level of another approaching warrior, letting out a sharp exhale, and with it, a blast of fire. It engulfed the poor bear, igniting his fur and boiling him alive in his armor. He let out a screech and fell to the floor, rolling around, and no longer in a state to fight.

These two attacks discouraged the other guards, who seemed to slow down a bit, but still continued on. With a sense of pleasure, the dragon continued his assault, raising a clawed foot high into the air, prepared to crush a leather clad reptile. He stopped midway through the assault though, his mouth hanging wide open as he froze. He felt a terrible pain in his groin, and as well as a cold sensation. One of the swordsmen had snuck behind him and with one decisive slice, cut open his scaled scrotum. One of his orbs subsequently fell out, dangling in the chilly wind by the cord.

Once the realization of what had happened, the dragon fumed with rage, the other guards stopping in their tracks, eliciting gasps from the crowd. Before the dragon could act on his temper, the swordsman made another heavy handed slice, lopping the exposed testicle in half. His cold steel caught it, ripping through the delicate white flesh. The dragon let out a mighty roar, eyes bulging out and smoke billowing from his nostrils. The sword wielder attacked once again, driving his bloody sword into the tip of the black beast's phallus. The dragon's roar grew louder, and he dug his claws deep into the dirt, shredding it up with terrifying strength. He twitched, tears dripping down his face and bursts of fire escaping from his maw. Twisting the sword drew growls and cries of agony from the dragon, as the metal tore up the inside of his penis, forever disfiguring it.

With a 'schlick,' the sword was drawn from the massive cock, stained with ruby fluid. Taking the chance, and in great pain, the dragon attempted to cut his losses and began to gait away, flapping his wings. Just as he parted from the ground though, the swordsman grunted and took one last slash, and managed to connect. The beyond dirty sword dug into the red cock at a diagonal angle, making a nasty cut, and easily sliced through it. Another chunk of manhood fell to the ground, this time about half of the dragon's cock. It began to pour blood, the dragon roaring powerfully one last time, before crashing down seconds after he took off. He skidded forward through the dirt due to the large amount of momentum he had, finally stopping short a couple yards away. He was limp and made no noise or movement, apart from the occasional throb in his member as it gushed out blood onto the ground.

All of the furs still capable of moving slowly approached the body of the dragon. It was a gruesome sight, a horror of a way to be taken down. Upon catching a glimpse, one of the younger men in the crowd stood off to the side and emptied his stomach onto the grass, retching and gagging on the thought. The priest cautiously stepped forward once again.

"The demon is defeated, but the job must be finished." He explained, gulping as he watched. "It is still intact. If we want it to be benign, we must end that."

A brave soul stepped forward. The second hero of the day. It was a tall and quite muscular ox stepped forward, with a spiked flail in his hand. He knew what he had to do, and thought he was hesitant, he did the deed for the glory that must have come with it.

He raised both paws, gripping the handle of the heavy weapon in his hand, and slammed it with all of his might down onto the remaining portion of the dragon's cock. It was smashed with the loud noise of a fleshy impact, and made into a bloody mess of muscle and tissue. Many of the people, including guards looked away, unwilling to witness. The ox continued to beat the cock, crushing it further and further, until it was a just a pile of meat. He panted in exertion, and moved on to the next bit. With another swing, he popped the testicle that had been sliced in half, bits and chunks of shattered nut-flesh splattering on the ground, some sticking to the flail. He then gave another swing to the opposite nut, crunching it thoroughly in its sack. The portion of scrotum became lumpy and broken, the last of maleness the dragon had left being destroyed with a resonating 'splat.' It was over at last, the traumatizing and exhilarating event done with. The surviving men who fought would likely get a promotion, well deserved at that...