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Devos laid, curled up, in his plush round bed, snoozing the day away. It was his activity of choice when Amylia was away, after all. A long while ago, he had lost a battle to the white dragoness, and as a result, he was made her pet dragon. In retrospect, maybe he shouldn't have gone up against a goddess, but it meant lots of treats and naps in pet beds, so he minded this whole deal only a tiny bit. And as such, he napped.

That is, until the sound of a door opening woke him up. He raised his head, yawned, and hopped out of his bed, the feral grey dragon taking a quick stretch before padding out to greet his owner.

And there she was. Amylia. The white dragoness, standing on two feet unlike the feral Devos, grinned as she saw her pet walk in. Devos immediately noticed something unusual- She was hiding something behind her back with one hand.

"Why hello there, runt~" Amylia said in her sing-song voice, the dainty dragoness walking around the dragon, facing him to never show her secret. "I have a special treat for you today."

Devos's eyes lit up at the word 'treat'. Was that what Amylia was hiding...? He did love treats so. Especially edible ones, as his chubby frame could attest to.

"Oooh. I want a treat!"

Amylia giggled and scritched Devos under his chin. "But only good boys get good treats."

Devos blushed heartily. "Am I a good boy...?"

"Come with me and I'll tell you."

Devos huffed and waddled along next to her. Eventually, she led him into the bedroom. This was the place where the best treats happened, Devos knew. He couldn't help but wag his tail softly in anticipation as he walked in.

"Teeelll me." Devos whined. "Am I a good boy?"

"Let me show you your treat, and you tell me." Amylia said, before slowly moving the thing behind her back into view.

Devos gasped as he saw it. It was... A baseball bat. Quite the long and solid-looking specimen, made of dark wood. Immediately, he knew what it was for, and he blushed furiously, tilting his head downwards.

"Oh... I've been very good."

"You think this means you've been good? Only a runt like you could think that." Amylia smirked and tapped the bat on the floor. "Come forward, dear~"

Devos hesitated. He knew exactly what would happen if he did. This only made him blush harder, though. He held his head down low silently as he slowly walked forwards. He watched as Amylia reared up the bat like it was a golf club...

And then suddenly... WHACK. Devos's head was suddenly filled with strange colors and a whole lot of pain. He flew halfway across the room, the fragile-looking dragoness much stronger than she let on, and landed with a dull thud. He cried out, leading into a loud whimper, trying to get himself back up. It was very hard to with his head reeling from the strike, so he just collapsed onto the floor.

Amylia watched in glee as blood spattered on the wall, sauntering over to observe her handiwork. Devos's skull was caved in on one side, bruised and bleeding. One of his eyes was dangling free of the bashed-in socket. But yet the dragon was still alive, groaning softly and trying to get up.

Amylia kneeled down in front of the bloodied feral. "Did you like your first treat of the night~?"

Slowly, Devos found the strength to move. He softly nodded his head.

"Urrrgh... Moore..." he managed to croak out.

"More? Well, okay, pet~"

And with that, she went in for another strike. WHAM! She brought the bat down hard on Devos's snout. A horrible cracking noise filled the air as the grey dragon's jaw was dislocated, the tip of the snout now nothing but chips of bone and red gore. Devos let out some distressed gurgling noises, and then laid still.

She grabbed a bit of broken bone and brought it to her lips. With her tongue, she slipped out some of the raw marrow and giggled, throwing the bone next to the dragon. "Terrible taste. You're not even good enough as a meal. Oh well. Let's keep tenderizing~"

Her next target was the dragon's ribcage. Up and down, she began to bring the bat down like a hammer, cracking and squelching filling the air as rib after rib broke, causing his chest to cave in. Guts began to fly as she lit into his middle, each whack making Devos shudder and moan.

An outside observer would be amazined that Devos was still alive and conscious at this point. The both of them knew very well the reason why Devos could continue to live with a broken skull and mashed organs: As a goddess of life, Amylia granted her dear pet with life eternal. And life eternal she was taking well advantage of, as she pulverized his internal organs with glee.

With each whack, his middle became less recognizable as a dragon's. It quickly became a red pile of bruised guts, his spine now visible amongst the gore. Devos soon found himself unable to breathe, his lungs torn beyond repair, his moans going silent. Even if Amylia got no reaction from the brutalized dragon, however, she kept going.

She took great care to ensure the dragon's limbs were rendered unusable. One surgical strike each was enough to snap his forelegs and hindlegs alike. With less and less grey and more and more red, Amylia kept going, losing herself in a frenzied strike against his head and chest, slowly reducing him further into a gory pile...

When she finally stopped, panting heavily and leaning over the body, she looked again at her work. The thing in front of her was unrecognizable. His skull was heavily broken, brains seeping out, only one eye left. And his heart had stopped long ago, as well as the rest of his organs, all mashed to a pulp. His limbs stuck out in odd directions, one of them severed entirely, strewn a bit across the room. Blood was pooling on the floor, on the walls, and all over the dragoness herself.

But one thing in particular caught her eye. His tail. Mostly untouched, the long, thick thing was thumping softly against the ground. Thump, thump, thump...

"Enjoying yourself, I see." Amylia snickered. "Would you mind if I finished this?"

The tail thumped faster.

"Of course you wouldn't mind." She then walked softly over to that tail, and leaned down.

Amylia grabbed the bat like a rolling pin, bearing down the middle on the very tip of the tail. She then pressed down as hard as she could. With a crunch, the bone under the tailtip snapped. She pressed harder. What a splorch, blood started oozing out. She pressed harder... Soon moving up the tail.

Devos tried his best to squirm his tail, but it moved less and less as Amylia went her way up it, breaking every bone along the way. Snap. Crunch. Pop. Squelch. Terrible noises filled the air as Devos's tail was rendered as broken as the rest of him.

She eventually got the thick base of the tail, grinning as she got up. With one more slam down, his pelvis was shattered in two. She watched as Devos shuddered so very weakly, the only thing left for him to do.

"You're looking soft there, pet." She giggled. "Let's see how soft we can get you."

She then went back to slamming the bat down onto Devos's pulverized remains. Hours passed, hours of nothing but smashing Devos into a finer and finer pulp. Soon, every single bone in his body was broken, most of them into many pieces. Amylia kicked Devos, too, until he was in too many pieces to properly kick.

And so, when the night was done, Devos was no longer a dragon. He was a pile of thick red paste. This pile, enchanted with the goddess's life magic, was well aware of its state. He looked up with his one intact eye at the dragoness. She was standing before him, bat leaned up against the wall, huffing softly.

"Look at the mess you made. I suppose you're going to make me clean it up... Useless thing." She sighed and walked off into the hall, rummaging through her closet.

She had the perfect thing to clean up this mess with, she thought, as she peered inside.

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Amylia sighed contentedly, leaned back in her new beanbag chair, and flipped open an old copy of 'Removing Blood Stains: A Homeowner's Guide'. It was a lot of work, cleaning up that mess Devos left behind, and she decided she needed some rest.

Under her was a big clear garbage bag, sealed up tight. This seat of hers was the product of cleaning up the remains of the tenderized dragon, all scooped up nicely into one bag. The contents, squishy and warm, were perfect for beanbag filling.

And so Devos had found a new home inside the garbage bag. His remaining eyeball was currently pressed up to the side of the bag, staring out at the white dragon rear plopped on top of the thing.

"I must say, runt. You're useless for most everything, but you make a great piece of furniture." Amylia giggled softly to herself, patting the bag under her and flipping the page in her book.

The bag sloshed derisively. It was all Devos could do, really. It would be forever before he regenerated from this sorry state... He would have blushed at that thought if we has still able to.

"You're a good boy. Yes you are~" More pats, more sloshes. "And this is how good boys end up." She laughed to herself, snorted, and got back to her book.