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Collecting the Bounty, by DragonMasterX.

Few bounties across the galaxy’s third quadrant stayed on people’s mouths like Jidus T.’s did. The only sabretooth tiger who had left more planets devastated in his wake than any other deep-space criminal. Wherever he went, devastation and misery seemed to follow; a reputation that had garnered him as many allies as it had enemies.

Once a big-name drug ring bookkeeper, Jidus T. had ruthlessly climbed the ranks by kissing as many rears as backs he had stabbed. But even after becoming ringleader and directing the flow of more money than any one man would see in their life time, that had simply not been enough. He set his sights on bigger prizes: Conflicted worlds and their political figures in need of connections and cash the likes of which only Jidus T.’s organization could provide. Warmonger was just one of Jidus T.’s many accolades and he always played both sides for maximum profit.

After the syndicate boss’ intervention had ended with the nuclear vaporization of an entire planet however, galactic authorities could no longer abide by the power-hungry feline’s games. Jidus T. had suddenly found himself pursued by officials and bounty hunters from all over the quadrant and was constantly on the run now.

At every turn, Jidus T. had outsmarted his pursuers. Even at the top of the food chain, the sabretooth had never forgotten about his underhanded ways. If the authorities and hunters hadn’t fallen for red herrings facilitating his escape, they had been baited by disposable decoys. In many occasions, these men and women seeking to bring the syndicate leader had ended empty-handed if not outright losing their lives to a deadly trap.

To Jidus T., this was just another high-stakes game for both sides and he had made a show of him being always on the winning side to his fellow underworld denizens. Bounty hunters were the best to outwit and murder, and he would announce the names of the deceased publicly like trophies he had earned. Although a taunt directed at the galactic authorities, this was working as a deterrent to the bounty hunters.

Jared Snow, a cybernetically enhanced draconian, was one such bounty hunter. Like the officials and his peers, he had been after his target for the better part of a year. Unlike most of his fellow hunters however, Jared was the only one who had yet to give up or get caught up in a fatal ‘accident’.

One thing was fighting for supremacy with those who could defend themselves. But the way this criminal flaunted his power crushing the innocents of world after world underfoot didn’t sit right with Jared. That’s why he was still in hot pursuit after all this time.

Sliding away Jidus T.’s dossier on his computer, Jared looked out the viewport on his interstellar ship and let out a grunt. Of all the places this game of cat and mouse had brought him, this was the worst system for anyone to be in. And the planet ahead of Jared was the worst of the worst.

“Figures this is where that son-of-a-bitch’s hiding,” Jared sighed at the sight of Delphinus-6. The Delphinus system was located at the fringe of the quadrant, and the sixth planet from its main star was lawlessness in celestial body form. As far as Jared knew, other than the latest squad of galactic cannon fodder that had been sent after Jidus T., no other bounty hunter was coming to this uncivilized corner of the galaxy.

In the time he had gotten to know his bounty, Jared had come to respect only the sabretooth’s far-reaching network. Knowing that people were coming after him gave Jidus T. the advantage to prepare for any and all contingencies, and he was definitely a man who could not be underestimated. The fact he had come to Delphinus-6 where the worst scum in the galaxy gathered didn’t mean Jidus T. was a cornered quarry. He was taunting Jared again.

Blowing smoke through his nostrils, the draconian brought up the holographic controls of his ship and set a course to land at Delphinus-6’s main city. It was high-time he caged this arrogant space cat.

And Jared Snow always got what he wanted.

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Delphinus-6 was a world of corruption. Even before one breached into its biosphere, the sickly, faded-green color of the planet was like a warning to turn around. Once a bustling cornerstone of starship trade and repair, tycoons paying to have chemical waste dumped in the far-away world had turned it into one of the galaxy’s biggest landfills. Centuries of industrial pollution had transformed the vast pancontinental landscape covering 90% of the planet into a harsh environment where cattle and crops simply could not survive in.

The gigantic settlement of Krumm had once been where the colonist families made their living. When greed made those families earning billions of credits for letting magnates destroy the rest of their world turn from honest work to investing in adult entertainment, Krumm, like the rest of Delphinus-6, underwent a transformation. All housing tripled in size but no longer was used for schooling, grocery stores or living quarters, instead turned into fancy hotels, restaurants, casinos and other seedier locales.

Once, Delphinus-6 had been a planet of amusement, sufficiently far removed from the rest of the galaxy where one could indulge without fear of embarrassing exposure. But Krumm had become the world’s beacon of abuse. With every passing decade, the neon city’s luster became brighter and its shadows increasingly dangerous. Many incurred in debts that left them stranded in Delphinus-6, stripped of all they were worth. Others went further down that road and enslaved themselves to those in power for another chance at feeling that high they could not find anywhere else. Unmeasured degeneracy and limitless debauchery inevitably led to crime.

Jared brought himself into Delphinus-6 on tandem with the traffic of supply ships entering and leaving the planet. After breaching the atmosphere, he veered away from the others, choosing to make his landing behind one of numerous dunes at the wasteland surrounding the City of Excess. Due to the nature of his job, Jared never got attached to his ships, but he still didn’t want to make a big announcement of his arrival. He knew his target was aware it was a matter of when, not if, he was expecting company.

As Jared got off his ship, he lifted one of his arms, bringing a holographic display and simple keyboard that he quickly tapped a command into it. A bright green pulse emanated from his dark red and black arm, climbing over to his wings. Upon spreading, Jared’s wings cast out a silent scanning pulse that worked with his ship’s computer to feed him the lay of the land. The holo-display was soon showing a fully rendered city map titled: “Delphinus-6: Krumm”.

Jared look left at the unlivable wasteland and confirmed the same sight to his right. Dead center was that neon swamp with heaven-kissing buildings and power plant exhausts contributing to the already black clouds perpetually hanging above Krumm. Most species couldn’t be in the city’s streets for long without some sort of respirator. The draconian bounty hunter was lucky his cybernetic implants allowed him to breathe without damaging his lungs.

“This place is a fucking hellhole,” was Jared’s immediate impression upon stepping foot inside of Krumm’s alleys. Straight out it was a haven of gambling, addiction and broad day-light murder. Jared couldn’t take a step without seeing crime happening before his eyes. Illegal drug and people trade. Fights breaking out in those same alleys, main streets, even the marketplaces for the pettiest of reasons. Fists, knives, guns, sometimes even flamethrowers.

“City of excess is right,” the draconian thought to himself as he tried his best not to bring attention to himself. He had no time to waste on all these low-lives when the one he wanted was hiding among them. Fortunately for Jared, standing 12ft. tall wasn’t unique to his species, and Delphinus-6 was host to scum of all shapes and sizes. Being in this planet, in this horrid city, was a reminder of how little glamor there was in the life of a bounty hunter at times.

He was strolling about in search for information. Jared knew Jidus T. was hiding somewhere in this sprawling, acid-raining concrete jungle. Stopping under a sizzling neon sign with a blinking cocktail glass next to it, he sighed. “I hate bars in places like these.” Jared mumbled to himself, before stepping inside.

To someone as tall as Jared, stepping into the bar was akin to sticking his head inside of a chimney. Cigarette smoke from more brands than his on-board computer could analyze were burning the draconian’s nostrils, prompting him to fan his hand about. Places like this made the cyborg be thankful for his integrated filter systems. Being a dragon didn’t make him a fan of these foul odors.

Looking to his left at the rows of full tables, Jared identified no less than eight wanted felons distributed among the seats. Half of them seemed to be playing cards, the rest wasting away with bottles in hand. On the right were even more tables. Some empty, some with single seated customers sampling some local cuisine Jared decided not to scan.

“No less than three million credits in here alone,” the bounty hunter thought to himself, trying his best not to let his gaze linger on anyone in particular. Jared didn’t want to start anything here, even if a much greedier and foolish bounty hunter would’ve thought Krumm to be a hoard of funds waiting for collection.

The draconian’s imposing presence had already interrupted poker, and he clearly had been wordlessly labeled and outsider by at least a dozen pair of eyes by now. “You’re already sticking out like a sore thumb, Snow. Move your chassis,” he chastised himself silently before stomping towards the bar. One glance at the faded stools and he decided he would not be sitting his tons-heavy-self down on them.

Instead, Jared quietly slid his forearm onto the significantly sturdier bar to lean down to wait for the bartender. He looked around one more time, finding fewer suspicious eyes on him. Cards were being dealt, and alcohol and food of dubious provenance were being consumed again. It didn’t seem to matter how big or imposing one was: Bars were an effective source of information as they were intimidating.

After concluding his business with one of his carousers, the bartender finally slithered on his standing tentacles from one corner of the bar towards Jared’s spot. The bounty hunter had to actually look up for once, as the mollusk resembling one of Earth’s octopi stretched over 14ft. tall.

“What it’ll be, stranger?” Six busy tendrils tended the bar with wet rags and spray bottles while mixing and preparing orders. Jared stopped counting tentacles because he didn’t want to be rude and peer over the bar to see how many the bartender was using to stand.

“Peach screwdriver. Or whatever you got that’s close to it,” Jared said, meeting the well-dressed mollusk’s dark, beady eyes among the cloud of cigar smoke. Clearly the bartender’s nose wasn’t working or it didn’t exist to begin with.

Silently, the bartender nodded and got to work after dispatching his last few orders. As he mixed, Jared continued: “You’re right though. I’m a stranger. Was hoping you could help me find someone I’m looking for…” Jared cringed to his serious tone and tried to dial it back to match the Krumm energy, “…he owes me some money.”

“Everybody owes someone some money in Krumm, fella!” a huge fist landed next to Jared. The draconian glanced to the side at a burly hog man with a mullet and goggles and a bionic arm. The way he was dressed made him look like some sort of construction worker fused with a gang biker. He was also shy of ten feet tall, putting him below Jared but definitely burly to make the bar shake with his fist. No sooner than the bartender had put down Jared’s drink on the bar, the pig swiped it away. “Thing is, what makes ya think yer getting it back? Ugh, this tastes like shitty fruit. You some kinda fruit? Skit, taste this crap.”

Clinging to the pig’s shoulder appeared to be a significantly smaller iguana dressed in a similar manner, a mane of blonde hair cascading over his back. The clinging reptile seemed skittish, probably the nickname Jared thought. Skit leaned on over to take a long swipe of Jared’s cocktail with his long, thin tongue. He smacked his tiny reptilian lips for a moment before speaking out with a surprisingly deep bass: “Needs more booze. You here to get smashed or what, dumbass?”

The mismatched baritone coming from the little iguana shocked Jared, but not enough that he missed these two troublemakers being awfully rude. But Jared knew this was how it worked in these places. If the bartender had yet to intervene, this was just the way of these lands. “Don’t hold alcohol down that well, myself,” Jared lied as he turned to his side to face Skit and the pig. “Want another round?”

“Well, whaddaya know? Dragon fruit here’s hella polite,” the pig snorted, depositing his enormous ass down on one of the surprisingly sturdy stools in front of the bar. “Better get the hard stuff, none of that colorful shit here. Ya wouldn’t know it, but Skit here’s got a mighty thirsty throat. Ain’t that right, Skit?”

Skit practically hopped onto the bar, rapidly nodding in response to the pig man. “Right, Malo. Gonna get us drunk or what, dragon fruit?”

Looking at the two, Jared stealthily ran a background check on them using his enhanced optics. Malo and Skit weren’t any worse than the fifty-something wanted scum he’d already seen since disembarking, but they were wanted in two systems. Known for substance abuse, illegal dealings and violent, murderous outbursts. Already having scanned them for weapons, he wasn’t too worried. He ordered them both some of the hard stuff and the bartender promptly served them.

“Another screwdriver, stranger?” the bartender offered, but Jared shook his head and waved a hand to dismiss him.

“You two been here long?” Jared asked the drinkers. Malo belched in his face.

“Just laying low for a while,” Malo said after wiping the snot off his nose. Jared tried hard not to retch. “Those enforcers are too pussy to step on this corner of the galaxy. Perfect getaway home for us, eh Skit?”

Wiggling on the bar with his head practically stuck in his mug, Skit sat up with a long sigh before saying: “They don’t want none of this.”

Jared sighed in his head. “Why do I always get the bozos…?” he thought while tapping away at the bar. “Must’ve pissed off someone big if you had to come all the way to this crummy planet to get away from the law,” he finally said, faking adulation. “Big timers all around, yeah?”

Malo laughed. “Ya don’t go as far as we have in life without stepping on a toe or seven. What about ya, robo-face? Yer way more cybernetics than me. Tryna get back at the scumbag surgeon that left you that ugly yet? Ahaha!”

Skit hugged himself to his mug while bumping his tail against Malo’s fist. Jared was none too amused with the cheap shot, but he tried to keep the façade up.

“Gotta be a lot of those around here. Think any of them can do something about that face of yours?” Jared cocked a smirk.

Skit’s face surfaced from his mug to look between his partner and the cyborg. Malo wiped the drool off his mouth this time, locking eyes with the draconian for a tense few seconds before bursting out laughing. “Not that much of a fruit after all, are ya? Yer alright, tin man.”

Jared mentally sighed. He hated information-gathering. But this seemed to be heading in the right direction. “Tell you what. Buy you another round and I pick your brain for info, deal? Not that I’ll be able to find much in there.”

Malo snorted. “Way ya spend, can see why ya want all that dough back. Come to Delphinus-6 for yer man though? Must be some big cheese, ‘ey Skit?”

“More booze,” the iguana demanded, apparently uninterested unless he had his mug filled. The bartender saw his gesturing and got his refill as well as Malo’s.

“So who’re ya looking for, fella?” the pig lifted his mug to drink.

“Name’s Jidus T.,” Jared spoke rather casually, but loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear. All actions stopped. Skit jerked and almost choked inside of his mug. Malo was left with foam all over his face after gagging. The draconian’s nostrils flared and he attempted to maintain his cool over what could have been a serious mistake on his part.

“Ha…” Skit laughed, mouth dripping with booze. “Hahaha! You can’t be serious. Jidus T.? The Jidus T. in fucking Delphinus-6? In KRUMM? We’re the ones getting drunk.”

“Calm down, partner,” Malo used one of his thick fingers to massage along the back of his iguana comrade, causing the latter to hack and cough after catching his breath. “Hell are ya on? Know I said big cheese, but ya just had to take it to the goddamn dairy factory. Ya wanna get scrapped and sold for parts? Let that debt go.”

“Not saying he isn’t here,” Jared smiled. Malo cleared his throat while glancing away from one of Skit’s glares. “Know anything?” he pressed. And it was with that question that Jared started to feel an increasing number of presences gathering around and behind him. No less than half a dozen malefactors were on his side of the bar all of a sudden.

“Why’s some random nobody asking so many questions?”

“You an enforcer? Tryna be a hero?”

“May be a hunter. We don’t like your types ‘round these parts.”

“Maybe we’ll be doing some of that scrapping and parts selling, eh?”

Jared could feel the pressure of so many eyes full of venom on his person. He could feel his blood starting to pump.

“Guys. He’s a fucking dumbass that don’t know what he’s talking ‘bout,” Malo snorted, “We’re just...”

“I know dis guy!” one of the many interlopers raised his voice over Malo’s. You’re the fucking dumbasses, Malo, Skit. Chatting up dis lug mountain. He’s with the fucking bounty hunters! He’s Jared Snow!”

Malo and Skit flinched and drew their weapons on Jared followed by all the others around them who took a step back to surround the draconian more effectively. Many had blasters of various sizes in their hands, while others held an assortment of blades for close encounters.

“I hate intel gathering,” Jared thought to himself as he slowly stood upright with Malo’s spinning mug in his claw. He brought it up for a quick swig before spitting it back into the glass and setting it back down on the bar. “Your favorite booze tastes like crap,” he said to Malo and Skit especially.

I’m going to enjoy this.

Jared saw the blades come at him from various angles. His reflexes served him well, coiling his tail around one of the stools to pull it up and both stop a blade and knock an aggressor away with it. The draconian cyborg showed impressive agility in dispatching his ill-prepared yet numerous foes, outright slapping them away as they came at him. When blasters started going off, he raised his shields by extending his wings and folding them inwards.

Get this motherfucker!

As Jared’s shields quickly depleted from the concussive discharge, a compartment at his back opened and he reached back to pull out a thick prism-shaped object. He took out a rod from a compartment on his right leg and connected the two. The rod extended and the bar on top morphed into the head of a war-hammer longer than some of the bar-hopping scumbags were tall.

Disabling his near-dissipated shields, Jared took the brunt of a few concussive blasts before slamming his hammer down. He didn’t care to hit Malo, who easily dodged, but instead hit the floor with the flat end of the sparkling war-hammer.

“Watch out!” rang the voice of one of the aggressors who saw the ground light up before an electro-magnetic wave damaged all electronics inside of the bar, including gadgets and energy weapons.

Before the recovered melee fighters could jump Jared however, he aimed his left arm at them. His hand slid inside of the forearm which expanded into a hollow cannon that began to charge up with plasma. The pads at Jared’s shoulders sprang up showing a pair of small missile-racks aiming at the groups on both sides.

All weapons, functional or otherwise, dropped down at once. Many ran. Few stayed and raised their arms up high. Malo and Skit were in the former group. Jared had no vested interest in pursuing them, but now that the jig was up he didn’t have to hold back.

“Who knows where Jidus T. is?” the mechanical arms-mountain of a draconian demanded, loud and clear. “Don’t be shy now.”

“If you’re not going to destroy my bar, Mr. Snow…” came the bartender who until now had remained completely silent. Jared turned to the space octopus; none of his numerous raised tendrils were equipped, “…I might have a name for you.”

Jared quickly stepped on the hand of one of the crawling miscreants trying to recover his energy blade. Aiming at the remaining criminals with his arm-cannon, Jared gestured for them to leave. He kicked the one at his feet unconscious. He didn’t want any more interruptions. After disarming himself, Jared turned back to the bartender again. “I’m listening.”

“Information broker by the moniker of ‘Beet Red Al’,” the bartender said, lowering his tentacles one by one, “If anyone knows about Jidus T.’s whereabouts and doesn’t mind getting on his bad side, Al will know. For the right price, that is.”

Jared nodded and put his arm by the payment terminal. He paid for all the drinks and added a generous tip.

“…I’ll send the password you need to set up a meeting with him to your terminal,” the bartender added after seeing Jared’s credits. “Be wary of that fellow, Mr. Snow. He’d sooner sell you out than help you.”

Jared spared a thought to those hypocritical words after confirming the password he had received. This bartender was polite, but just like anyone else in Delphinus-6, he could only be trusted as far as his bank account. A quick scan listed the numerous crimes that had the bartender had committed that had forced him to take up mixology in this backwater system. “You just sold this Beet Red Al out to me. And you know I’ll be back if he’s not where this password mail says he is.”

The bartender shrugged. “No need for the high-and-mighty attitude. All I’m saying is to beware. Al would sell his own mother if it turned him a profit.”

Jared decided to keep his war-hammer attached to his back this time as he left the bar for his new destination.

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“SICK arm tech, dude! 1mil? 1.5mil. I’ll sell you my own mother for it!”

Beet Red Al was of an odd mustelid species, with bright crimson fur all over. The larger-than-average weasel had mechanical legs that added to his impressive height. Although only eye-level with the pectorals of someone as large as Jared, that still put the broker at a respectable size. And despite how huge he was he was rubbing his claws all over the bounty hunter’s left arm, gushing like a kid at a toy store.

Jared had been standing there in the dimly lit backroom of a restaurant, doing his best to remain polite despite the circumstances. “Arm’s not for sale,” he finally said, but curiosity got the best of him. “…does anyone actually go for that last thing?”

“You’d be surprised!” Al grinned.

“I would be,” Jared looked as incredulous as he sounded. “How many mothers can a guy have, anyway?”

“I dunno! It’s someone’s mother!” the weasel cried out in annoyance, “2.1mil creds.”

Jared was losing his patience fast. “You’re not getting my tech. Know how much the bounty for Jidus T. is right now?”

“10.3bil as of Elgaria’s massacre. That was one shitshow, wasn’t it? You’d think with your rep you would’ve nabbed him there, Snow. Losing your edge?” Al smirked, but his eyes popped when Jared seized him by the scruff of his shirt and lifted him off the ground. “C’mon, man. Thought you were cool,” the weasel sighed.

Jared looked around as several wall and ceiling mounted cameras exposed cannons and machineguns trained at the draconian threat. The ten guards surrounding them and standing between Jared’s hammer and him were going to be an issue. Deciding to use his words, Jared glared at Al and simply told him: “Split the reward with you. 50-50 sound good?”

“Heh,” Al snickered, “What makes you think you can do what you and your deceased hunter buddies failed to do three times?”

“I always get what I want,” Jared said simply, making Al chortle.

“Get a load of this guy!” Al joyously gestured down to the floor with one hand aimed at Jared and the other at his goon squad. “Man, I’m almost sad for letting your tech go. But that is a fat load of creds. You’re a fun dude, Jared. I get 60% and you get primo deets. Plus, if you get your customized-ass blown to bits, I’ll know where to send my collection squad for the remains.”

“Deal,” Jared said and finally let Al back down, his goons relaxing almost in tandem.

Al walked over to a computer, “Sending what I know over to your terminal. Going after Jidus T. though? You either got guts, or your brain’s got a tumor the size of a hamburger,” the weasel said, typing away faster than the eye could keep up with. “There. There’s the old ship scrapyard in North-Eastern Krumm; at the edge of the wasteland.”

“And the special details?” Jared insisted, folding his burly arms.

“…are why I keep thinking you’re nutso,” Al shrugged with a nonchalant laugh, “Guy’s armed to the teeth. His teeth probably have guns. Bought three fortunes’ worth of tanks and heavy-duty weapons; and more gear than even I know. Could declare war on any planet in the quadrant and take it within days, I reckon! Guy’s got a fortress here; that’s why he ain’t leaving Delphinus-6. You’re just gonna waltz in there and arrest him? Okay, officer,” the broker sarcastically smirked.

Jared returned the smirk. “He’s got nowhere else to run. He won’t escape this time.”

“It was nice knowin’ ya. You see a nuke coming your way, just rip your arm and toss it over here, ‘ey?” Al joked.

Jared hadn’t come this far underestimating his opponents. Looking around the backroom, he saw an assortment of weaponry, gadgets and other useful-looking gear. “Any network intel? Comm jammers? Disruptor hacks?”

“Network info’s bundled with the scrapyard’s schematics. As for countermeasures…” Al offered Jared a wicked grin. “That’ll cost you extra.”

Jared looked past Al’s guards and at his war-hammer. There were things he could let go of.

Anything to leave this god-forsaken planet and its terrible people behind as soon as possible.

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On the way to Northeastern Krumm, Jared got another good look at the city of excess. Addicts. Slavers. Murderers. It was all happening in broad daylight and not one person there batted an eye. And if this was what the draconian could plainly see, he could only imagine what was happening behind the doors of places like the large dome he has passed on the way with the large “The Slaughterhouse” sign above it.

Galactic enforcers were right in avoiding Delphinus-6 like the plague. Jidus T. knew exactly where to hide, and it was among the most pestilent of rats; the ones nobody wished to get close to. After just a couple of hours in Krumm, Jared understood this now.

Standing atop the tallest building overlooking the northern wasteland, Jared zoomed his optics out to confirm the location at the coordinates he had procured from the quirky broker back in his den. While one eye kept the old scrapyard locked in for observation, the other scrolled through the digitized schematics and blueprints corresponding to it, effectively giving the cyborg a split-screen view of his target’s hiding place.

“Over a century since its construction. Place only ran for three years before it got sold off to be used as a warehouse,” Jared observed while reading up on historical data. “Far removed from the city, yet not so far away it got eaten away by acid rain or blown apart by radioactive gusts.” Jared paused, his observer eye going from cyan to green as he switched to analyzing the wireless data grid. The digital scanner returned an error within the scrapyard, but not its surroundings. “Building looks like it could collapse at any time, yet it’s the only place digitally blocked off?” the draconian sarcastically smirked to himself, “Not suspicious at all.”

Using his wings to break his fall, Jared hopped off the building, landing back on the ground with relative grace. “Sucks I’m gonna have to give up so much cash, but this guy came through. Maybe they’re not all that bad,” the bounty hunter’s optics turned cyan as his vision went back to normal. Jared quickly double checked all of his equipment before heading off in the direction of the scrapyard.

Once he was close enough, Jared made sure to use Al’s signal cloaker to keep his digital signature hidden so he couldn’t be exposed. This allowed him ease of scouting while keeping his head low, sneaking behind the various mounds of junk surrounding the old factory. “Already getting interference in here,” the cyborg noted, the visors which cybernetically augmented his sight starting to fail. “This digi-cloak better…” Jared stopped his mumbling and hid back around the mountain of scrap.

Voices.

“’sall I’m sayin’. She don’t put out with those Blargon pearls? She got ‘nother Sugar Daddy getting her Toraxian diamonds.”

“Fuck. You’re prolly right. Need to get myself a better paying jig ‘n this…”

“No, idiot. Ya gotsa dump that bi- Hey, you hear that? Sounds like…”

Before the suspicious marauder could leave his partner to investigate, a looming shadow made them flinch and aim their heavy rifles towards a large object fast-approaching them. A giant ball of scrap landed on them like a mountain rockslide, knocking both out with a grunt.

Jared peeked from around the mountain, patting the second scrap-boulder he had hastily built in case the first one missed its mark. “Two-fer-one. Not bad,” he congratulated himself before finally shuffling out of the mountain while looking around for more company. He knelt beside the unconscious marauders to inspect them.

“Hmm. Hardened, plated exosuits,” Jared quietly observed while keeping an eye out and an ear at the ready. “Heavy pulse rifles. Off-market stuff. Fancy tech for a couple of Krumm scavs…” the bounty hunter smiled to himself. “Wonder if the tank colors match too.”

After hiding the unconscious guards, Jared continued to make his approach moving from scrap pile to scrap pile. He could see the old façade of the ship scrapyard building had old cameras, but they were disconnected from the power grid. Just as Al’s intel had suggested, Jared was dealing with radial pulse scans for detection. The digi-cloak he had purchased was hopefully going to make it easy to infiltrate. Short of being sighted by another guard, Jared had this one in the bag.

The mercenary’s plan was an elegant finish to this game of cat and mouse. Jidus T. was known for always having an escape route in case something went wrong. All Jared had to do was go into the towering, decayed structure. Once inside, he’d disable communications and take care of the rest of the guards on his way to the target. Checkmate.

Jared had verified structural damage in the form of a large hole from the heights back in Krumm. That was his in. It was easy to memorize the patrol routes of the guards making the rounds outside. Once his route was clear, the draconian didn’t look back.

The hole was a snug fit, forcing Jared to tuck in his wings and tail while crouching in order to be able to pass through. “This place is even bigger than it looks from the outside…” Jared thought to himself, estimating the ceiling to be no less than fifty feet away from ground level. Even though it was hard to see anything else, he ensured every light his cybernetic body gave, from his eyes to the light on his yellow chest plate was off.

As he felt around, Jared found he had come in-between two of the heavy armored vehicles Al had mentioned. “There are tanks after all…” the draconian muttered to himself, taking a moment to analyze them from his covert position. Something gave him pause as he went over the specs. Jared’s scanners weren’t fully functioning thanks to the strong jamming in the area, but what he could make out sent a chill up his spine. “This is beyond off-market. Engines are fusion-reactors…” he gasped, “But the only way to get this kind of tech is…”

A disturbing amount of anxiety assaulted Jared all of a sudden. “I thought those weapons were looked familiar… This is Alterran tech! What the hell is going on here?”

Alterran was the name of the humanoid species responsible for Jared’s cyberization. They had put him through ineffable physical torture and under immense mental duress to unlock the secrets of the draconian race all in the name of curious pursuit. Wherever the unfeeling Alterrans went, trouble wasn’t far behind.

“Weaponry, tanks, even mechs…” Jared carefully slid out from the side of the tank, squinting as he looked out at the collection. Al had not been exaggerating when he said Jidus T. was ready to take on an army with his new weapon. Jared had never expected the crime lord to be in league with the usually reclusive Alterrans, of all people!

“I gotta shut this place down,” Jared told himself, as if assigning a mission on top of his bounty. This had suddenly escalated beyond a job, and way beyond a score-to-settle with an aggravatingly elusive target. He couldn’t help getting emotional. The draconian blood running through his veins was starting to boil. “Fuck,” he couldn’t help grunting on the low as he looked around, “This jamming is making it impossible to find any controls or terminals. And why is it so fucking dark in here…?”

Before Jared could find the answer to his questions, however, he felt a blow against the side of his body. “Ugh…!” he couldn’t lower his voice. The impact had been so powerful he got pushed into the open area. Jared stumbled on his feet, groping at his right side where he’d gotten hit. “What in the…?”

Although jamming had made it harder to use his enhanced optics, Jared could still rely on his normal eyesight to adjust to the darkness and allow him limited visibility. What he saw was one of the mech suits holding its large metal fist out at him. As the mech’s arm went down, the rest of the armor began to power up and move out into the open area of the building.

“Dammit!” Jared cursed. Machinery was whirring all around him, pneumatic pressure releasing and lights coming on all at once. A multitude of heavy stomps warned Jared that he was swiftly being surrounded. With the lights coming on Jared could finally see the heads of the pilots wearing the mech suits. They were wearing the same type of masks as the guards he had neutralized outside. He counted ten units with twice that number in heavily-equipped foot soldiers. The odds definitely weren’t in his favor right now. His shields would definitely not hold against this much firepower.

“Well well well!” a voice echoed from the catwalks above. Jared could see a dark silhouette on the opaque glass of the high observation room on the right. It was a stout, short and definitely felid shape. “If it isn’t the draconian himself! You kept me waiting. Perhaps I shouldn’t have stationed those two dumbasses outside, after all.”

Jared mentally winced, suddenly realizing why there had been so little resistance to his infiltration. “You had this ambush all planned out, didn’t you?” he roared out at Jidus T.

Even though Jared couldn’t see Jidus up there, he could tell the criminal scum had the biggest shit-eating grin ever. “And you fell for the trap so easily it’s brings tears to my eyes. You bounty hunters are a lousy, sad sort, you know that? Who exactly do you think runs this planet?”

“That fucking weasel sold me out,” Jared grunted. The digi-cloak had probably been the equivalent of a placebo; and so were all the other suits of programs he had been scammed out of. Glad that he hadn’t used any other digital item sold by Beet Red Al, Jared made sure to order his systems to delete every last file signed by the shady broker. And one more remote order that would take some time to execute thanks to the strong jamming in the area.

For the time being, Jared was pinned down. But he knew Jidus’ type. “I knew Delphinus-6 was the scum bucket of this quadrant. I just had no idea it was your bucket, T.”

Jidus laughed, “What did you expect? Money talks! And that’s exactly why I’m not interested in listening to you any further. So be a good bundle of cyber parts and remain quiet while my boys take you away, mm?”

“Away?” Jared repeated aloud, “You’ve shot, gutted, incinerated, vaporized and blown up enforcers and hunters by the dozen like they were animals. Wait, you got a thing for me now? I knew that deep-space mine cluster back in Toraxia’s orbit spelled out I Heart U.”

Jidus chuckled to the sarcasm. “Cute, but I cannot let myself be attached to merchandise. My new associates are willing to pay a hefty sum for you, Mr. Snow. How is that for irony? Captured and turned over by your own bounty.”

Jared’s humor dissipated. “I probably know the answer already. But why in the name of the black hole at the center of this galaxy would you work for the Alterrans? They’d sooner put you in one of their torture chambers and gut you for all you are worth than give you a single credit.”

“I’m aware of your personal history with my partners, Mr. Snow, and I do not care for your sob stories,” Jidus replied, “Unfortunately for you, I’ve already taken my advance. They offered no interest in anything other than your dogged pursuit of me…”

“No interest in you in particular?” Jared cut in with a smirk, “If I didn’t know you were already in bed with those fascists, I’d be telling you to take that as a compliment. GAAAH!” the draconian yelled out in pain as one of the mechs’ gigantic stun batons electrified his back with a rough horizontal swipe. Jared was forced down to his knees.

Jidus continued, unbothered by the sizzling bounty hunter’s remarks, “…and that’s why we decided to strike a deal. I get the power to bring my enemies down to a heel,” he paused for emphasis, “And they get your shiny metallic behind on a plate.”

“You’re not turning me over to those assholes,” Jared hissed, slamming his palm down on the floor to stop his arm from involuntarily jerking from the aftershock. “And I’m taking you down and breaking all your Alterran toys down, today. Do you hear me?”

“You seem to have shocked him a little too hard, 13,” Jidus spoke to one of his mech pilots, “He’s spouting non…”

Before the sabretooth could finish his sentence, sharp whistling intercepted the verbal exchange. One of the heavily-armed foot-soldiers yelped in surprise and went hurtling through the air as something struck him from behind. Jared was the only one smiling. Everybody in the center of the scrapyard-turned-warehouse turned to look at the blunt object which had sped through the air like a rocket propelled grenade, knocking their coworker away in its path towards their prisoner.

Putting his hand up, Jared’s grip on his remote-controlled war hammer used its momentum to spin himself back up to his feet. “To think I was gonna refund Al for taking this one back later anyway!” the draconian brought his glowing weapon up, the muscles of his arms tensing up.

“Put that down!” one of the pilots ordered. Every weapon was simultaneously pointed at Jared.

“Gladly!” the bounty hunter said, slamming his war hammer down on the ground to release a localized EMP. There were grunts of annoyance as multiple weapons fizzled and sparked, their circuits temporarily disabled. Jared hurriedly activated his shields for protection and shifted his arm into a cannon, slinging his hammer over his shoulder. But instead of firing at the briefly paralyzed mech suits or the other soldiers, he instead jumped and blasted down at the ground below him.

The resulting explosion had two effects: A concussive shockwave that was strong enough to blow the foot soldiers surrounding him away, and enough force to propel the draconian several dozen feet into the air to be level with the observation room above them. Wasting no time, Jared prepared to swing his hammer to break inside and finally bring the hunt to a close… when he was blasted down by a heavy yield explosive.

Jared roared out in pain as he went flying in the direction of the ground, smoking like an aircraft which had just been gunned down from the air. His shields had been slightly weakened by his careful arm-cannon jump, but the explosion he had been hit with had completely shattered them and dealt a good blow to his internal organs. Fortunately, nothing was broken yet and he managed to prop himself back up to his feet, albeit at a wobbly pace.

“Guhhh… wuh-what was that…?!” the cyborg coughed, eyes widening as he realized that discharge had come from the large cannon of one of the many heavy tanks stationed like a turret inside of the warehouse. “EMP-shielding on the tanks?! Dammit!” Jared cursed.

“You’re resourceful, Mr. Snow, I’ll give you that. Half-a-brain, perhaps.” Jidus mocked from above. The mech suits whirred and beeped as they slowly rebooted. “But you’re clearly out of your depth. Are you really going to make me waste money on ammunition?”

Jared put both of his arms out ahead of him. His arm-cannon charged up while the panel on his right forearm slid off to reveal a laser gatling-gun. “You can send me the bill, later!”

Jidus let out an exasperated sigh. “Do not tear him to shreds, at least.”

Hearing their boss’ orders, the grunts finally began their assault. Jared was faster than his bulk suggested and his versatile weaponry allowed him to vigorously fight back. He got a few good hits on several of the mechs, and even took out a pilot and several foot soldiers with concussive blasts and laser fire, but he was still vastly outnumbered. With limited cover available, Jared found himself surrounded again in no time. Constantly under fire, his protective shields had overloaded. Things weren’t looking good for the bounty hunter.

It all came to a head with Jared attempting a risky lunge to recover his war hammer and use its EMP to grant himself some breathing room. However, one of the more skilled mech pilots intercepted the cyber-dragon with a heavy right hook, sending him sliding on his back against one of the tanks.

“Pin him down!” the mech pilot captain called out. The driver of the tank started the vehicle’s engine and before Jared could do anything he felt enormous pressure over his left shoulder and arm with the tank parking atop him. “Can’t move a muscle now, can you boy?” the captain taunted.

“Fuuuuuck…!” Jared growled in pain. The red and black metal plating covering his body was resisting, but all the weight crushing his organic bits beneath the armor was hurting.

Jidus T. let out a loud, drawn-out yawn of boredom. “This has been a colossal waste of my time. Call the Alterrans. We have their toy dragon.”

“I’m not some toy you can sell off!” Jared roared out at Jidus, aiming his good arm’s laser gatling up before it got shot off by a well-placed heavy-rifle discharge. He cried out again when an enormous mech foot stomped down to pin his right arm too.

“Shut your trap, lizard!” the mech captain stepped harder. “Or else you’re gonna make me really hurt you.”

“Thank you, captain. As for you, Mr. Snow… you were also going to take me down and break all of my toys, if I recall,” Jidus responded matter-of-factly, “You, my thick-headed bounty hunter friend, are in denial. You just don’t get it, so let me be plain for your own benefit: Every step you’ve taken since you abandoned your ship has led you to this moment. This planet belongs to me. Everyone’s on my payroll here. There is a reason enforcers don’t dare step foot in Delphinus-6, much less Krumm. You just walked into your own doom, Jared Snow! Now, show a little dignity and quit struggling or I’ll have you delivered in separate boxes. There is no stipulation to the contrary, after all! Heheheh…”

“What’s so damn funny?” Jared demanded. His heart and mind were racing. He was about to hit his breaking point. He didn’t want to.

“The irony of it all,” Jidus laughed out loud. “It never occurred to you, did it? Tracking people down and taking them out like a hunter with its prey. The last bounty hunter chasing after me was none the wiser about me being the cat and you the mouse all along. That is the difference between the vermin I crush under my foot and myself, I suppose. Real power is never expected.”

Jared’s legs finally stopped kicking, his tail thumping down against the ground one last time, cracking it under its weight. His breathing seemed to calm, cyan optics powering off.

“The fuck? Boss, I think this guy’s battery’s dead or somethin’,” the captain of mech riders, whose mech’s foot had pinned Jared down announced, looking up at the observation room for advice.

“Fear must’ve helped him finally come to terms with his fate, I see,” Jidus T. triumphantly declared. “Prepare the draconian for delivery. I’m late for dinner at the Jewel.”

But before the crime boss could leave, the captain raised his voice again. “Uhhh… buh-boss…?”

“What now?”

Jared wasn’t scared. He was pissed off. “He’s the cat and I’m the mouse?” he repeated in his head, starting to rumble all around. “He’s right about that first part at least. He’s a kitty, alright.” Every light in his body came on at once, with his once cyan optics running ruby red this time. The cyan circle on his yellow chest had begun glowing brighter and brighter with electricity arcing above it.

“What sort of cheap distraction is this, Mr. Snow?” Jidus demanded before letting out another exasperated sigh. “Fine! You’re all witness I extended a modicum of mercy. Decapitate the…”

With the mech captain crying out amidst an inferno of plasma-empowered flame breath, the full order never left Jidus T.’s lips. “GRRRRAWR!” the draconian roared, flipped himself onto his side and charged every last bit of energy into his right arm to deliver a straight to the tank keeping him pinned down.

While the mech captain screamed as he tried putting the flames out with some of his subordinates helping him, the rest attempted to subdue Jared. He surprised them by spread his wings and swinging his massive tail around, knocking them back. Jared knew that wouldn’t work again, so he quickly got to work.

“Yo! Having a good time watching?” one of the grounded foot soldiers yelled at the tank driver, whose vehicle Jared was stubbornly clinging to. “Shake the fucker off!”

“I can’t…” the tank driver grunted. “Something’s up with the controls! They’re not responding!”

“I’m familiar with Alterran APCs,” Jared muttered. That one punch had cost him nearly all of his energy reserves, but he wasn’t feeling weak at all. In fact, his vigor was quickly returning and then some. “Great staying power and their guns pack quite the punch. But just like all they build, it’s all wired to the same fusion reactor. Nnnghh…!”

“What is he doing? He isn’t strong enough to crush a tank, is he?!”

“Just stop him already!”

While inside of the tank’s frame, Jared’s claw had found its way to the wiring, and he was currently siphoning energy to empower himself. “When the Alterrans fixed me up with these cybernetics, they also installed one of their fusion reactors in place of my heart!” his voice boomed out.

Jared and the tank were rumbling all over suddenly. Scared, the driver unstrapped and jumped off the second he felt the vehicle leaving the ground.

“Holy shit…” one of the shocked foot soldiers whispered.

Another couldn’t stop trembling as he saw Jared standing back up. “…he’s not crushing the tank but he’s fucking lifting it…!”

As Jared’s output increased, he used both of his empowered arms to balance the tank before crunch through its chassis to get closer to its reactor. “Just need a little more juice and the fun can begin!” he announced as he began to slide into the hole he had made into the bottom of the heavy tank, causing half of his body to disappear momentarily. The ground beneath Jared was fissuring under the combined weight of his self and the tank, but it didn’t seem to bother him. In fact, right now, he felt like he was having a pleasant workout! Everything felt so tingly. It felt so right.

Although a fair number of Jidus T.’s soldiers were still stunned at the display of supreme physical strength, several mechs, including the one piloted by their half-burnt captain, started pushing towards the tank. However, in the few seconds they took to get to Jared, everything changed.

The immediate area around Jared had begun rumbling alongside his body. Metal started bending and twisting as the Alterran heavy tank seemed to start pushing to the sides. Eventually, the startled grunts all were witness to the armored vehicle getting torn apart in two! Each misshapen half hit the ground around Jared with a monstrous thud, and the draconian was revealed holding the miniature fusion reactor in his open maw.

“He just… he tore the tank apart.”

“Is that the… is he gonna eat it?!”

“Does he look – bigger – to anyone else…?”

Indeed. Even before he swallowed the heart of the tank to make his cybernetics assimilate all that nuclear power, Jared had already been putting his special ability to work. Draconians like he possessed the ability to alter his mass at a steady rate, including his heavily integrated implants and tech. Thanks to his unique, augmented biology however, Jared could empower and hasten the process with enough extra energy. And that’s what he got by swallowing the object in his mouth.

While he had already been standing a whole foot taller, that growth spurt had happened mostly out of view while Jared had been cannibalizing the heavy-tank for its heart. The guards’ suspicions were quickly confirmed as Jared began to surge upwards moments later, and they all saw him expanding before their confused and frightened eyes.

It was an unbelievable sight. The already bulky mecha-dragon was visibly inching upwards while bulging all over. Even with his muscles tensing as they pushed out against metal, Jared had no worries of his organics and cybernetics having a falling over. Perfectly integrated systems allowed the full-body plating covering him to act like scales. Reinforced metal plating was indifferent to skin for Jared, and that was plain for all to see with his body swelling in perfect proportion.

There was constant scratching along the ground as Jared grew, his clawed feet like metal blades dragging along the warehouse floor, emitting sparks from inevitable friction. His thick tail snaked behind him like a constantly enlarging, heavy serpent. As he occupied more and more lateral space, many of the incredulous mecha pilots found themselves backing away from the rumbling mini-giant.

Sure, Jared had been a large fellow before at 12ft. tall. In the span of a few seconds however he had closed the three-foot difference between himself and the mechanical suits. It wasn’t long before the pilots were forced to stare directly at Jared’s now well-defined chest. Bulky pectorals and a ripped core indicated that it wasn’t just height he was adding.

As his overall mass increased, so too did Jared’s muscles. He wasn’t vain and only trained useful muscles for close-quarter combat when necessary, which was why his thick, beefy build had managed to survive as much punishment as it had even with protective plating and reinforced organs.

Empowered by his now overclocked reactor, Jared’s hormones were going haywire, making him explode with raw masculine strength. Biceps and triceps swelled even larger as his arms nearly doubled in overall girth, with burly deltoids swelling out and peaking at the halfway point of his thick neck. As he continued to grow even taller, his back stretched to accommodate more powerful muscle cord, stimulating and inviting his wings to stretch out in a majestic, wide area. The yellow plating of his chest and stomach looked painted on as his chest and abdominal mounds stylized his Herculean build. Legs bulged and flared out with additional power as quads and hamstrings became easily visible against the red and black plating covering their surface.

“Wuh-what are you all standing around for?” the captain, one of the few who had barely been able to stand his ground, shouted back. “Stuh-stop this jacked-up lizard! Get him!”

Few answered the call. Jared was already 16ft. tall and didn’t seem to be showing any signs of stopping. The first mech that attempted to tackle the dragon didn’t even make him budge. Both fists landed square into the giant cyborg’s abs, but Jared didn’t budge an inch.

“Feh…” the growing draconian boomed out, lowering and sinking his claw at the back of the mech. Jared’s grip was so strong the claw-tips sliced into the mech-suit’s plating like a hot knife through butter. Like getting a rabid mutt off himself, Jared tossed the mech and its pilot backwards, causing it to bounce along the ground on its way out of the warehouse. “What else you got?” he taunted the half-burnt captain. With his damaged headgear exposing one of his eyes, Jared could see the anger and impotence staring back at him. Bullies getting bullied back was cathartic.

The oncoming assault of mechs had stopped when they saw what Jared had done to the first mech attempting to get him. And Jared was bigger now, looming a whole foot taller than them already. None of them were eager to try their luck, but his taunt seemed to have had its intended effect on the humiliated mech rider captain, who forcibly took the mech-sized stun baton from one of his underlings to wield both in a charge against their statuesque foe.

“Grrrraaaaaaah…!” the captain screamed as his mech’s arms brought both electrified batons to strike Jared. “I got you now!”

Jared curled his meaty arms, hardening his forearms and elbows to guard the swift strikes. Although the towering draconian had been hardly inconvenienced by the impacts, the same couldn’t be said for the warehouse floor. Pressure was so mighty it made Jared’s feet sink in as the reinforced floor meant to endure ships shattered under so much weight.

“You got big, so what?” the captain shouted as he brought one baton back and struck Jared down before doing the same with the other. He alternated several times, electrical arcs blasting off the draconian with every blow. “You’re still nothing against our superior tech! Get him, boys! Shoot him down! We got this!”

Jared said nothing in response. The captain’s bravery seemed to have inspired his men out of their stupor however, because soon enough Jared was tanking pulse rounds and explosives from multiple angles. Other mechs were arming themselves with new weapons even he at his regular height would have trouble lifting. Things were about to escalate.

But so was Jared. He had been remiss to banter because he was enjoying himself. His grunts weren’t from pain or even exertion, but from pleasure. Jared was no masochist, but as his size continued to increase, the captain’s stun batons had begun losing their impact. Closing in to 20ft. tall, Jared pulled his arms back, allowing the captain to deliver a series of direct hits which soon could only reach the top of Jared’s abdominal wall on top of feeling like a light massage to the titan of a dragon man.

It would be hours before the captain’s machine or his squad’s ammunitions ran out of power. But it was less than a minute before the mech quit swinging at the realization no damage was being dealt.

“…we don’t got this.”

“No,” Jared finally said, growling and shooting up another five feet taller in a massive spurt. His right claw picked the captain’s mech suit by the waist, lifting the bipedal vehicle as if it was some sort of life-sized action figure. The mech’s was crushed by the pressure of Jared’s grip, prompting the captain to open his cockpit in an attempt to abandon his machine without knowing that was what the giant had been hoping for.

Ripping the top half of the mech up and holding it like an open can, Jared squeezed and tilted it down towards his open maw. With no time to react, the half-burnt pilot scrambled to punch Jared’s enormous snout, but all the hungry draconian had to do was brush it off and use his tongue to pull the snack inside. Jared didn’t bother chewing, simply dropping the broken off mech back to the ground while loudly gulping his struggling prey down.

Having more than doubled his original size to a staggering 25ft. tall, Jared was half-way to the storehouse’s ceiling. His red eyes stared down at the rest of his enemies with contempt and appetite. They could still hear muffled screams coming from the giant mecha-dragon. He snuffed them out with a booming, deep-voiced end to his earlier remark: “ You don’t got this.”

Many guards immediately attempted fleeing, but Jared stomped his right foot down and pivoted, swinging his enormous tail like a sweeping wave of pain, knocking foot soldiers and mecha units with sheer indifference.

“Who told you useless fops you could retreat?!” Jidus T. screamed from his observation room still well above Jared. “Lieutenant, use the tanks! Blast him already!”

“But sir!” the lieutenant radioed back, “He ate one of the tanks! Won’t he…?”

Jidus roared. “FIRE at him, don’t drive the tanks at him, you fool! Blast him away and keep him at bay!”

Coming down from the high of growing so large and powerful, Jared patted his gut as he tried to remember the last time he’d eaten someone. As a general rule, he tried to avoid getting this big and violent during any hunt, but these assholes had pushed him. Feeling his victim struggle for his life against his tongue inside of his maw was a titillating experience, and it was even better when the captain began squirming all the way down his esophageal tract. The rush of flexing his predatory nature was as arousing as it was fulfilling. As much erotic stimulation as he received from simply feeling himself expand, it was hard to beat being able to cut loose on a bunch of thugs that deserved it.

Jared looked down at the multiple cannons aimed at him from the far end of the warehouse. He aimed his left arm at them, morphed it into an arm cannon and began to charge his shot. “Mine is bigger,” he warned with a cruel smile. Seven cannons fired at him. One of his fully charged plasma shots dissipated five of the enemy projectiles as it launched down the hall, decimating the tank squarely hit by the blast and the two next to it.

The remaining two tank shots hadn’t missed their mark, covering Jared in smoke as he was forced to take a few steps backwards from the violent explosions. Had he been his usual size, and unshielded, he would’ve been lucky to still be in one piece. “Not yet, it seems…” Jared grinned to himself despite the grunt of discomfort post-recovery. This just meant he simply wasn’t big enough yet.

“What is this insane power output…?” Jidus T. was feeling less safe by the minute; he had never dealt with a size-shifting bounty hunter before. He turned to bark at his communicator, “Deploy all pilots and recall those in the city; it was a mistake to underestimate this hunter. Use everything we got. …and prepare the Kronus for me, in the meantime.”

Rumbling all over, Jared clenched both of his fists and every muscle in his body tensed up at the same time. He began to swell anew, faster than before. The warehouse ceiling drawing closer and closer to his horns, the looming draconian raised a foot and drove it down onto the gathered mechs carrying a cannon so large four of them had to carry. At over double their size, all Jared had to do was kick them and crush them underfoot.

Even with the growing number of guards, Jared was getting so big so fast that their pulse rounds and explosives were little more than nuisances to the warehouse-filling dragon. And with the cyborg’s arsenal having become proportionally magnified with the rest of him, they simply stood no chance now. Whenever he used his left arm as a cannon, Jared left miniature craters in the ground and nothing else off its steaming surface. His plasma-infused flame breath scorched everything in its path, vaporizing flesh and bone with its insurmountable concentrated heat while leaving even Alterran alloy a pile of molten scrap.

Soon, the one-sided conflict with the giant fortress of a dragon man took a toll in morale. Even all of Jidus T.’s money wasn’t worth what amounted to useless gesture. Dropping their weapons and abandoning their mechs and tanks, more than half of Jidus’ army was now gone or dead. And Jared simply wouldn’t stop growing. He was enjoying himself.

Jared was enjoying himself perhaps a little too much. It was hard to come down from a high like this. Growing always made him feel amazing, but after having suffered so many humiliations in a row against Jidus T. and his goon squad, taking his anger out on them felt appropriate. “Don’t stop. Keep growing. Scare them. Annihilate them!” Jared told himself, willing himself larger until his head was harmlessly crashing against the warehouse ceiling, forcing him to duck his head and laugh. As he continued to expand, his back inevitably started pushing against the ceiling, his hands curling up to press his claws against the protesting building’s top.

“He’s winning, why isn’t he stopping?!”

“I ain’t sticking it out here to find out!”

“He’s stuck and yet he’s grinning. He ate the captain, crushed us! Holy fuck just who is this monster?!”

Jared licked his chops, drool trailing down his sharp fangs. The once impressively expansive warehouse was starting to feel so small to him as it ran out of space to contain him. The mecha-dragon savored the moment by bending his knees and crouching so that he would have some more delicious seconds inside of the shuddering structure.

“It’s gonna collapse any second,” Jared chuckled to himself with excitement. His conflict seemed to be taking a backseat to this arousing experience. Feeling constrained was natural for a size-shifter going at it inside of any building. Inevitably, the reduced space always closed in on him.

Flaring up ever larger, Jared could feel his back reaching the ceiling again, his deltoids brushing against the surface with his hands being able to reach out to the opposing walls on each of his sides. Even his tail had grown so long and thick it was blocking the warehouse’s main exit, caught in the doorframe. Jared could feel his growing feet brushing against and knocking over tanks. The entire place felt like a net attempting to capture him, to keep him contained. Just knowing he was about to break out through his enlarging mass was getting the enormous reptile hard.

Guards still trapped inside the building with nowhere to run and even those still attempting their pathetic efforts at harming him with their guns had to stop struggling when they saw a part of Jared sliding off. The metal plates at his codpiece split down the middle and separated in order to reveal a large compartment.

A particularly strong smell wafted out from the vent, washing over those unfortunate enough to not be wearing their masks. The invisible wind carried an earthy, powerful aroma heightened by the intensity of masculine sweat. And this musk only grew stronger by the second as Jared’s instrument speared its way outside.

“Thu-this freak got a hard-on?!” was the only coherent yelp among countless groans and babbling remarks.

Jared’s member twitched as it rapidly engorged, its girth and length enhancing with seemingly every beat of his heart. Extending well beyond his bent knees, the ridged dragon phallus inevitably started to bend under its own weight, slamming down onto the ground and further fissuring it with its weight. Fully organic and considerably larger than any person, Jared’s cock was throbbing and beading at the tip. He was horny alright.

“Fuuuuuuck, this feels so good,” Jared panted, his voice booming out with even deeper thunder. His right claw left the wall his fingers had been sinking into, leaving holes in it, and went around his shaft to lift it off the ground and give it a few lazy pumps. “I bet I could crush a few of you bugs with my dick right now.”

Unfortunately for the trapped soldiers, Jared wasn’t being quite as hypothetical as they had been hoping for. With a grunt of effort, Jared lurched forwards, shifting from his crouching position down on his knees, making the entire warehouse quake from the brusque impact. Many soldiers were knocked off their feet from the tremor, but a good number of them could not move out of the way before Jared let go of his massive penis which smashed down against the ground with a violent crash.

“Nnnghh…” Jared moaned as he felt his dick slap against the floor which fissured under so much weight. Feeling the squirming victims as they struggled for life against his mighty manhood got the dragon so excited he spurted a tremendous volume of pre-seminal fluid forward, washing over those who had yet not moved out of the way. “That’s the stuuuuuuff. If you’re still alive, squirm some more! It feels so damn good…! Grrrrnngh!” the giant then growled as he felt a great deal of stimulation on the left side of his monstrous shaft when it got hit by a tank shot.

The tank driver had thought Jared’s exposed genitals being organic would have been easy to destroy for a major hit. “Fuh-fuck…!” he cried out once the smoke cleared and the visual only showed that throbbing fuckspire still twitching in pleasure. And the dragon it was attached to glaring down in his direction.

Jared used his left hand to cover the tank’s exit before the pilot could make his way out. With a smirk, he gripped the top of the tank and lifted it right off the floor, bringing it around in front of his face. “Neat cannon you got there,” he pushed smoke out through his nostrils, covering the frightened driver’s screen. “Let’s compare.”

The tank driver whimpered as his heavy vehicle was manipulated like a toy. Unable to escape because of the exit hatch being crushed by Jared’s massive claw, all he could do was look to the side on the peripheral cameras at the simply ludicrously oversized cock that made not only the cannon but the tank itself look pitiful.

“Yikes,” Jared playfully teased, “Pretty small, but it looks like it packs a punch!” he said, rolling the tank over his fingers to spin the cannon to face him. Holding his dick out with the tank cannon in front of it, Jared pressed the bubbling tip of his member against the tank’s gun.

“Wuh-what are you doing, you sick bastard?!” the tank driver couldn’t stay quiet at this lewd display. But instead of answering his question, Jared made the entire vehicle rattle as its main cannon was shoved into the male’s wet urethra. “Guh! Wuh-whaaaaat?!” he screamed, holding onto his controls for dear life as he witnessed the dragon sounding his cock with the tank.

“Nnghaaaaaa…” Jared sighed in bliss as he felt the snug passage of his dick being stimulated. He pushed and pushed until the cannon had all but disappeared within. “Still got your fingers on the trigger? Fire.”

“Wuh…?” the tank driver had already sworn to himself never again to fire a weapon against a mad, horny dragon. He couldn’t possibly imagine a life in which he did it again, not when said dragon had his claw around the vehicle he was inside of!

“Shoot your pitiful little cannon, worm!” Jared ordered with a roar that shook the dust off the walls and contributed to the future collapse of the building. “Do it or I’ll crush you inside your pathetic Alterran cage!”

Without any alternatives left, the tank driver yelled and pulled on the trigger to launch the cannon. He had been hoping for the giant to have gone literally mad and had just ordered his execution, but instead of seeing a gloriously messy end to this perverted beast, all the shooter could hear was a muffled explosion as he saw Jared’s penis flex.

The giant finally let out a moan of delight as the violent discharge of energy infiltrating his urethral passage made it expand and contract in kind. His body was already so large and powerful there was no harm done, and the pain was dulled by a mind-snapping orgasm that made the titan’s red eyes go cross.

The tank driver cried out as his diagnostics, which so far had been reporting major hull damage top-side, now were showing a major blockage in the cannon. “What the fu-” Instruments began failing and shorting soon after, forcing the driver to slide back on his chair as the place began to flood with semen.

Jared held his toy as it became creamed by him, crushing it harder and harder against his dick until the pressure had made it explode with spooge and parts raining all over. He discarded the tank with a gasp of afterglow, groaning as he realized there was nothing left on his palm or the tip of his dick. Jared hissed, “Shit. That felt good. But now I’m empty.”

Turning to the rest of the bugs, Jared smirked down at them. “Time to fuel back up.” He said, scooping the remaining soldiers who were already begging for their lives.

“Stop! Don’t eat us!” they pleaded. They couldn’t have tried bargaining, their minds had become overwhelmed with Jared’s scent and his excessively powerful manhood. But the giant laughed at them.

“I’m not eating you,” he corrected them, bringing the foursome in his claw back down to the cum-soaked floor to harmlessly roll their bodies in his musky man juices. “My dick on the other hand…” he quickly pinched one of the squirming, well-lubricated soldiers in his grip before bringing him face-to-glans with his yawning cock tip, “…it’s fucking ravenous.”

“Noooooo…!” the soldier braced as he was shoved head-first into Jared’s cock. The dragon above hissed as the body of the much smaller male pushed his urethral opening. Although a similarly sized penetration compared to the tank cannon, Jared could feel the less sturdy body of his live prey struggling as he got crushed by the tight passage. Every move of his head and arms as he slid in was a delicious jolt of pleasure traveling up the cruel dragon’s spine.

“Mmnghh. Just like that, squirm, you maggot!” Jared insulted the soldier who until now had been firing at him and now was halfway stuck inside of his hungry dick. Flexing his cock, Jared sucked him in further until his legs and feet had slipped in, beginning the poor victim’s final journey with his internal balls as the destination.

But Jared didn’t wait. That had just been one of many morsels he had been looking forwards to consume. One by one, he swiped all of Jidus T.’s grunts and steadily fed them to his drooling member, feeling them stretch him out and squirm all the way in. As his testicles were invaded by foreign matter, Jared’s body made use of all those men to refuel. Heat raised to unbearable levels, knocking them unconscious if they already hadn’t due to the lack of oxygen. All these lost soldiers could look forwards to now was being absorbed by Jared, converted into materials for him to produce even more seminal fluid and carry the draconian’s DNA.

Purring in absolute bliss and satisfaction after having pleasantly melted his enemies down, Jared thought he had been humiliating enough to this operation’s boss. The dragon was finally ready for the final push, to destroy this warehouse once and for all using his gigantic body. But before he did, he wished to give a good, disrespectful taunt to Jidus T.

First, Jared pulled his tail in by smashing it through the entrance it had been blocking. He swept three tanks closer to him by curling his appendage in and used his sharp clawed fingers to pluck out all three fusion cores from the surviving units.

After collecting them in his palm, Jared popped the reactors into his maw, swallowing them to add their energy to his own enlarged mecha-heart. This was going to be a big spurt, but he held it back for a moment. As Jared raised his snout to growl to the observation room his head was now level with, he roared with such might that the reinforced glass shattered into the empty room.

“Where did he…?” Jared asked aloud, narrowing his eyes. “He couldn’t have gotten away… could he?” he angrily rumbled, ready to punch the warehouse down before he heard the ceiling above him groan in protest. Jared looked up and widened his eyes when a massive metal hand crashed through, grabbed him by the head and ripped the warehouse open tossing the giant outside.

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The wasteland quaked with the 50ft. tall mecha-dragon’s brusque landing. With enhanced bulk and everything Jared had been tossed over the sands like a ragdoll. He put a claw to his head as he slowly got a grip with his senses. “What just ran me over…?” he thought to himself as he tried shielding his optics from the intense sunlight outside. Before the sand which had kicked up from his rough landing could fully dissipate, Jared’s reflexes made him roll to the left.

Another quake, this time from a different source. A gigantic metal foot had just fissured the area Jared’s considerable bulk had just been lying down against. There was a loud mechanical whirring followed by intense heat and an enormous amount of pressure which finally scattered the dust away, revealing the colossal robot which had attempted to squish him like a bug.

Scrambling back up to his feet, Jared gazed at titan of metal facing off against him. He could see a metal cover slowly sliding back in place over an enormous hole next to the destroyed scrapyard, sealing what had no doubt been the secret compartment for the towering armored giant. Even standing up to his full height, Jared barely could make it to the half-way point of the immense war machine’s lower legs.

Jared’s computational power raced to analyze the juggernaut before him. It was no less than six times the draconian’s size, silver and blue in color, although its plating seemed to be a titanium alloy. Without bothersome jamming able to affect his analytical scanners at this distance, Jared was able to ping no less than fifty different weapons lining the mobile fortress. Shoulder-mounted turrets showed to have huge missiles racked up by the dozen on each side. The bigger giant seemed to be armed with a long-barrel pistol of some design; certainly bigger than an apartment complex on its own. Definitely longer than Jared was tall. Whatever bullets that thing fired, it would no doubt put a monster-sized hole through five buildings in a row.

The bounty hunter found himself staring at quite the threat. Jared didn’t even bother shifting his left-arm into cannon-mode this time. “Okay. I’m impressed,” the dragon smirked fearlessly in spite of the stacked odds. “How did you manage to convince the Alterrans to sell you a Kronus? They only deploy those in planets…”

“…that they wish to have purged, yes,” Jidus T.’s voice boomed out into the desert, amplified by the Kronus’ speaker system. “You don’t get to be the ringleader without knowing how to get what you want, Mr. Snow. Now, you have had your fun thrashing around my base, destroying and devouring my men and weapons. But I’m afraid I’ll have to bill you for repairs right now.”

Jared straightened back with a cocky smile. With his left claw at his hip and his right stroking along the shaft of his proverbial third-leg, the dragon puffed smoke through his nostrils at the Kronus. “They were all tasty. I’m still wondering where I’ll put you in.”

“…disgusting animal!” the Kronus was a massive mobile fortress, but it was also slow. Drawing its long-barrel pistol to take aim took time, so in order to take proper aim and secure the kill shot against any target, a barrage of all its different weapons was used for distraction.

Jared saw it all coming. The reactors he had devoured before getting tossed around had already become integrated with his heart and he could draw upon their power now. He overclocked the mobility systems augmenting his legs to simply side-step the storm of lasers and rockets coming his way. But the Kronus seemingly had even more turrets, more rocket and grenade launchers, and no end of patience for its aiming routine.

“How can something so big move so fast?!” Jidus demanded from his isolated cockpit.

“Analysis indicates his output is growing, sir!” one of the Kronus’ pilots said from in front of his consoles.

“Lock on already! I want him dead!”

“We’re trying to pin him down with all we’ve got, sir!” the weapons expert reported from his console, “We can only fire the Godkiller once every ten minutes. If we miss, we’ll be open for…”

“He’s… he’s just standing there jerking off while taunting me! BLOW HIM THE FUCK UP ALREADY!”

While Jared continued to outmaneuver enemy fire, he made sure to reroute all remaining power to bolster his special ability. “It’ll take too long to try to match that Kronus in size at the same pace as before… better do it all at once.” With his plan in mind, Jared kept his fancy footwork while being mindful of his overheat meter in his heads-up display. The last thing he wanted was to be a sitting duck for the Kronus’ landscape devastating main attack.

Jared was having the upper hand until a relatively small dune seemed to have gone undetected by him. His rapidly moving foot tripped over it, causing him to stumble forth.

“There!” screamed the impatient Jidus. “Get this roided-out jester out of my quadrant already!”

The weapons expert was on the edge of his seat waiting for the cursors to converge and secure 100% accuracy. “Just a second. Almost…”

“What are you waiting for?!” the flustered Jidus shouted, smacking the opaque crystal keeping him shielded in his cockpit. “I said SHOOT!”

98.03%

FSHH-ZWOOM!

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“…shit!” Jared clenched his fangs saw an incoming blast of pure white light. He saw no alternative but to brace for the incoming attack as all systems rerouted their power to his own heart. No shields, no mobility, no sight nor counter-attack. “Either this works or I’ll be a very sad scorch mark in the Krumm wasteland!”

The city of Krumm had been fortunate Jidus T.’s mech and his giant bounty hunter adversary had taken their bout further away thanks to Jared’s fancy footwork. Upon impact with the Kronus’ Godkiller shot, enough energy to vaporize two cities was released, resulting in the area around the mecha-dragon target erupting in a sea of platinum nuclear fire; complete with a mushroom cloud. The yield of the blast sent rippling shockwaves through the ground in all directions, devastating the landscape and upending more than one building closest to the demolished scrapyard.

In the end, all that could be heard was the boss of Delphinus-6 roaring out into the sizzling patch of wasteland his smaller opponent had been standing on. “Ahahahaha…! Bwahahaha!” Jidus T. laughed and laughed, his voice echoing in the desert valleys of the contaminated planet. “What do you think of my power now, you little bitch?! I don’t even care about the money I was going to get off your cooked ass-plate anymore. This is what happens to anyone who messes with the syndicate. Did you think you were special? There’s probably not a single atom left for me to sell. How sad! And hilarious. BAAAAHAHAHA…!”

“Suh-sir…?” the pilot in charge of analysis chimed in.

“…ha?” Jidus’ laughter trailed off. He didn’t need the analyst’s report or peek at the scanner data. The sabretooth’s jaw was on the verge of dislodging because of what his visor-assisted eyes could plainly see via the windows at the Kronus’ deck.

Jared Snow was emerging from the white smoke left over from the nuclear fire.

“Impossible…!” the weapons expert said.

“You missed the shot…” Jidus T. lamented in sheer disbelief.

“I didn’t miss! I saw it hit him…!” the shooter defended himself. “It must’ve… his stumbling!”

“It doesn’t matter! It wasn’t a direct hit!” the analyst interrupted. “And now…”

The stressed feline ringleader was practically tearing the armrests of his cushy chair. “…he’s gotten even bigger.”

The bulky mecha-dragon’s had sextupled in size, muscles even larger, tighter, striated and pushing out veins against his metallic coating like lightning clouds. His eyes were even redder than before, glowing menacingly alongside every other once-cyan cybernetic light crossing through his body. He now stood even with the Kronus.

Breathing out with relief, Jared found his sight and other senses rapidly restored after the quick system reboot he had forced himself to go through. The fusion reactor of his chest had opened at the last possible second to absorb most of the nuclear energy released by the attack he had been bombed with. Every exhaust port in his body had proceeded to release the build-up of heat while the only component in his being left working, his heart, rapidly processed and stored all that additional power for later consumption. Having assimilated the Godkiller’s devastating ammunition into himself, Jared’s size-shifting itself had become overclocked.

The draconian’s wings spread out larger than ever before, their vertical span reaching high enough to cast a shadow over the Kronus while each extended horizontally to cover the space of another Jared. Before Jidus T’s Alterran toy could move, he lunged at it with his claw seizing its main weapon. “As delicious as this was, you’re not firing this thing again!” he said, crushing the Godkiller gun in his grip.

The Kronus attempted to fight Jared off with its multiple weapon systems and its free arm. It even attempted to kick him away, but Jared’s enlarged muscles weren’t there just for show, taking the brunt of all those attacks with nary a scratch along those bulging metal plates.

Giant mecha and cyborg dragon were soon locked in a one-sided struggle. Jared took both the Kronus’ hands and crushed them in as if he was snapping the fingerbones of a lesser man, holding onto the fearsome machine as he pushed it back along the wasteland.

Inside of the Kronus, every alarm imaginable was going off at once. Disabled weapons, fuel and energy levels going dangerously low, hull integrity failing; the deck was constantly flashing red.

“We’re rapidly losing power!”

“Weapons unresponsive!”

“There’s no way to push him back, he’s too strong…! Sir, what do we…?”

Each of Jidus T.’s trusted pilots followed the main analyst’s gaze to the empty cockpit hovering above them. Their boss had abandoned them.

“ Grrrr …!” Jared’s lungs were so powerful that his mighty growls sent tremors along the flattened wasteland. Each of his footfalls left claw prints several dozen feet deep as he forced the Kronus back with sheer brute force. Wanting to see his opponent all but destroyed, he didn’t stop pushing until the robot failed to push back. And it was at that point, without any hesitation, that Jared pulled the gigantic piece of lethal Alterran tech off the ground, holding it in mid-air before he let it fall back towards him.

Before the Kronus’ chassis could hit Jared, he clapped his claws together and jabbed the robot through the middle. Jared’s claw tips pierced through to the other side, where he twisted his wrists in opposite directions to properly grip the walking fortress. And then, Jared pushed.

Erratic sparks blew off the straining, groaning chassis of the massive machine as it folded against Jared’s muscular strength. The Kronus ripped in two asymmetrical halves which Jared violently slammed together in the shape of an X before leaping into the air and morphing his left arm into its cannon form. He let loose a charged plasma shot which finished off the metallic monstrosity with a heavens-lighting explosion that decimated everything and everyone inside of it.

Jared feet landed back onto the wasteland with another landscape shaking quake. Folding his gigantic wings in to look down at the ruined remains of the Alterran-built Kronus, Jared turned his head the side with a grunt. “…that persistently disgusting son of a bitch.”

Focusing on his empowered growth ability, Jared started to multiply his size at a much faster factor than before. His body tore through the clouds as his height shot up past 700ft. tall. 800. 900… He was soon a thousand foot tall which was just enough for him to leap and be able to reach out to snag the back of a spaceship attempting to break the atmosphere.

Everything inside of Jidus T.’s ship, the Saber Fang, shook at once.

“What was that?! What now?!” The frightened crime lord gasped. Again, he did not need the instruments to tell him what was going on because the ship’s viewport was giving him the answer plain as day. “Oh God no…!”

“Where do you think you’re going, my little morsel?” Jared rumbled imposingly. The Saber Fang violently shook again as the automated crew and its sole organic occupant realized they were back at high-altitude cloud level with their dragon captor having fallen back onto the Delphinus-6 wasteland. Their well-planned escape had plan had not been as well-planned, after all.

“How did you know? How could you… You couldn’t have!” Jidus T. bawled. This time, there was truly no way out.

Jared flashed a cruel, fang-baring smirk which he made sure the viewport was exposed to. “You, my tiny mouse friend, are in denial. You just don’t get it, so let me be plain for your own benefit: I interfaced with your Kronus before I destroyed it. Saw a single emergency ejection in the log. And you’re the only bastard who’d leave all of your goons to die to save your own hide.”

Squee…

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“Huh?” Jared cocked an eyebrow, raising the ship to peek inside only to find Jidus T. prostrated on the floor. This was the first time seeing the tiger himself in the flesh: An uncharacteristically short, 5ft. tall sabretooth tiger. The only cybernetic implants on his being appeared to be a head plate and a rectangular visor which replaced his eyes.

“Squeak! Squeak squeak! I’m… I’m a mouse! You said so, right?!” Jidus stammered. “Cats meow. Mice squeak! I’m… I’m just doing what you want! I’ll be good. I’ll… I’ll go with whatever you want, Mr. Snow!”

Jared had a wry smile across his snout. “No sarcasm in the honorific this time, huh?” he mentioned rather disappointedly.

“I-I’m so sorry about everything! Truly, I am!” Jidus frantically bowed and apologized before that gigantic red eye at the viewport of his ship. “I-if you give me another chance, I will… I will give you anything you want, Mr. Snow! Riches, men, women, this… no, any planet. You name it, it’s yours for the taking!”

“You’re right,” Jared said, and began to lower the Saber Fang.

With his heart still racing, Jidus T. thanked his decades of kissing up to his superiors. Already he had thought of twenty-seven different ways to buy time to eventually betray the benevolent giant to the Alterrans for this humiliating defeat. However, by the twenty-eighth plan, Jidus realized his ship hadn’t been set back down at floor level. Not even at the giant’s ankle level.

“No…” Jidus’ visor lit up with his furry ears twitching to attention. What was before the defeated crime boss was not Jared’s cocky mug, or his immense shelf of a pectoral wall, or the greatly marbled abdominal mounds at his lower torso. The Saber Fang was level with Jared’s leviathanic cock. “No, please! What about my offer? Don’t you…?”

Jared’s tongue was hanging over his half-open maw when he delivered his maw: “You’re mine for the taking, too.” The gigantic bounty hunter groaned out, already teasing his oozing dick slit with the tip of the starship.

“No! No, please…!” Jidus T. begged as the bridge grew uncomfortably dark, but it was no use. Dark-red lights fired up as the hull-integrity alert began to sound off with every dozen feet of ship Jared shoved into himself.

The excited draconian couldn’t help himself. All that compounding growth and all that extra power inside of his fusion reactor had combined into a tsunami of arousal which had crashed on him after the adrenaline of tearing a Kronus mech to pieces. Jared’s erection was throbbing so violently he had to use the grip of one claw to hold it still as he sounded his urethral passage with Jidus T.’s ship.

Jared could easily tell the Saber Fang had been built considerably more defensively than any other commercial or even military transport. Its highly resistant hull seemed to be surviving the pressure of his penile duct even a quarter of the way in, but that served Jared’s purposes just fine. He was simply drooling at the mental picture of the man that had crossed him bawling hopelessly and being consumed with every regret imaginably: Especially being devoured by his hunter’s colossal penis.

There was nothing the perverted Jared wanted to do more than bask in this victory, but his body was hungry for prey and his balls ached for the morsel it was slowly consuming like an angry Titanoboa of epic proportions. Inevitably, Jared found himself not just coaxing but pushing Jidus T.’s final resting place into the depths of his flexing meat tower.

“Mmnnnghhhaaaah…” Jared roared in delight as he felt the ship’s wings snap and break off against the flaps of his glans, turning the ship into a long, flattening noodle for his dick to slurp in. Eventually, the pressure was all that was necessary for the ship to continue its unnatural ingress into the supersized male’s body. Jared finally let it go after feeling it fully slip inside. All he did was tilt his cock upright with both claws wrapped at the base, sure to enjoy feeling that bulge travel down towards his hips for the first and last time. “Enjoy your life as dragon spooge, kitten.”

Jared’s bounty had finally been claimed. He felt like celebrating. As much as he liked imagining him taking the cheapest whore in the galaxy and making her swallow the new load being prepared inside of his balls, there was hardly anyone he could pop a boner of gargantuan proportions such as his own right now. However, not all was lost. He turned towards Krumm.

The City of Excess had yet to learn the true meaning of its namesake. Ever since he had taken his first step hours ago, Jared had seen the worst of the worst gathering in those streets. Slavers, addicts, gamblers, people who had forgotten what law and order was like. And it wasn’t just them: Their corruption reached far, infecting others with their toxicity until all that was left was another inhabitant of the underworld assimilated into their numbers.

And just as Jidus T. had been the shadow manipulating each and every one of them for his amusement, it was only a matter of time before news of his demise reached the ears of another opportunistic bottom-feeder and got the syndicate back up and running. Krumm, no, Delphinus-6 as a whole was ball of toxic sludge. Irredeemable and irreparable. Its absence would send a message.

As the powerful Guardian of Balance, it fell to Jared himself to become jury, judge and executioner. He had a good idea of how to carry it all out.

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Krumm had been in disarray ever since the nuclear explosion in the desert. Some of its devious populace had already been taken out by collapsing buildings and frequent earthquakes. Many had been preparing to evacuate the planet, and it became the general idea when they saw one of the two giants, the one with the raging hard-on, stomping closer and closer.

Jared was looming over nearly every building in the city. He had begun growing ever larger with each step of his short return trip. He wasn’t interested in taking things slow: It was time to cut loose on all the scum of this god-forsaken planet.

His feet came crashing down like divine judgment, flattening the first northern building he came across before Jared leaned over to torch the streets with his plasma-enhanced fire-breath. With every bit of destruction, he grew a couple hundred feet taller, rewarding himself with more and more of that power contained inside of his overclocked reactor.

Although all the criminals, both big and small, bullies and the bullied, all tried their best to escape Jared’s rage, they simply couldn’t keep up with the ever expanding draconian. He was like an inferno of destruction and violence. It was as if karma itself had decided to rain down upon those corrupted streets. And Jared was only growing more and more aroused by the second.

Soon, Krumm’s northern district had been both flattened and scorched to the ground. Half-a-mile tall, Jared’s claws were like monstrous blades slicing through everything they touched. His tail swept multiple buildings apart and his wings blew them into the air with just one forceful flap. He snapped his jaws down on any ship that got close to his snout in their escape attempt, devouring them whole if he could, not caring if chunks went flying off due to a careless chomp. He roared like the beast of reckoning he had turned himself into.

But brutal rampage was only part of Jared’s execution. He doubled his size to stand upon multiple districts at the same time. The Jewel was the tallest and newest building in Krumm. Built by Jidus T. as his skyscraper, his latest power move since having taken over, Jared decided to demolish it with one well placed slap of his turgid tool.

The biggest monument to one man’s virility had just been completely annihilated by another’s. But that wasn’t enough for Jared. He was still so pent up. So much cum inside of his internal tanks.

And that’s why Jared repositioned. He fell to his knees, collapsing the buildings in a hundred block radius around himself merely from adjusting. Another earthquake rattled Krumm as Jared smashed his hands down, sinking his clawed fingers through the asphalt of the massive crosswalk encircling the remains of the Jewel.

Having grown even thicker and longer with all those size boosts, Jared’s erection now was big enough to reach under his neck while being as thick as his burly forearm. It hung over the streets and throbbed like a menacing weapon of mass destruction about to be dropped into Krumm. But Jared didn’t drop his dick. He rolled his hips back and aimed his spear at an angle, hissing with the gentle prod of his tip against the ruined remains of the tallest skyscraper in the city.

And then Jared thrusted with all of his might. That act of brutish, unbridled and primal desire was potent enough to fissure the entire of the city with tectonic faults popping all over as a result. The horny mecha-dragon was not a gentle lover. The moment he felt his groin and thighs smother the ground he pulled a hundred feet of dick out only to slam himself back in with just as much aggression, causing the already damaged city to suffer even more destruction from the shockwaves of the bounty hunter making love to it.

Jared moaned and drooled, feeling lakes of thick pre-spunk squelching deep into the makeshift hole he had fucked into Krumm. His toes and fingers curling, he dug into crumbling buildings and started humping away. He was so strong and powerful that the rocks and hard surfaces that should have been damaging his unprotected reproductive organ were only serving to stimulate its ridged surface. And as he made an entire city his own bitch, his future cum landfill, Jared could feel himself getting washed over by not just pleasure but also the need for release. And it wasn’t just his aching balls.

All that power he had so dangerously absorbed needed to be let loose. The closer Jared got to his sexual orgasm, the shorter of a leash he held on his own heart. The empowered, horny cyborg didn’t care, however. After all, Delphinus-6 and everybody in it could go straight to hell. And if that happened through his climax, all the better!

Without holding back, Jared pounded away at the city, with each repetition bringing him closer and also closer to the heavens. He felt his dick penetrating deeper and deeper into the planetary crust beneath Krumm as he ceaselessly hammered into with his body and by extension his tool growing larger. Before the majority of escape ships could be ready for take-off, the sheer number of tremors and a rising tide of pre-cum had ruined all of their hopes of getting off the planet before the giant mecha-dragon got off, himself.

Jared roared and arched back as he grew and grew, the pleasure of fucking and enlarging becoming inexorably intertwined, leading to his expansion accelerating with every second. He was soon covering all of Krumm under his bulk, putting whole mountains to shame in the next moment, and shattering the wasteland with every thrust in the next. The fissures extending from the grip of his claws only widened with his digits. Pelvic impact had grown so severe that chunks of Delphinus-6 were starting to spring off the planet and either float off into space if they didn’t outright disintegrate from the surrounding pressure.

Before the entire planet could collapse however, Jared hit his orgasm. The behemoth of a man blasted cum into the world like a flooding fire hydrant of biblical proportions. Orgasmic bliss weakened his grip just in time for Delphinus-6 to get ejected away from its continent-sized lover, slipping off like an overfilled rocky condom as Jared ejaculated all over the planet’s old orbit.

“Nnghhaaaaa… ffuuuuuuck…!” swore the enormously endowed, massive testosterone mountain of a draconian. The pleasure-fogged cyborg was taken by one last wave of growth which pushed him beyond continental and into planetary territory. But Jared’s body didn’t stop there. His mass continued to stretch in every direction, making the musclebound planet-fucker explode with size! “Bigger!” he roared out into the emptiness of space as he harmlessly floated in it, protected by his critically empowered life-support systems. “Bigger! Oh my God, bigger…! GET BIGGER, BODY!” he ordered with another roar of bliss.

And bigger Jared went. Soon he was twice the size of the half-destroyed Delphinus-6. Then three times larger than the planet. Then four. The power lines crossing his body had finally begun cooling off, turning cyan again, but his eyes remained red; a hungry red. Jared wanted more. He was going to get more.

Focusing on his greatest ability of all, the ability which had become overclocked by feeding off all the massive energy input he had been able to assimilate, Jared made himself ascend further and beyond. He held his limbs out as he simply inflated with all of that power within him. Harmonizing organics and cybernetics worked together to meet the devastating celestial mecha-dragon’s wishes.

Planets in the Delphinus system were soon starting to look smaller and smaller when compared to Jared. Even the mess of jizz he had left behind him looked like a thin little thread of floating liquid now. Small yet visible enough for Jared to easily trace it to the half-crushed sixth planet in this solar system.

Delphinus-6 now fit pretty well in Jared’s palm. “I hope there’s more scum still trying to survive in there,” he spoke to himself, holding his humongous dick up with his free claw, steadying it by the shaft. Even now, Jared’s cock was still hungry, and only an entire planet could satisfy the beast’s appetite. Half of the worst and most deserving of extermination planet would have to do for now.

Tilting the ruins of one of the worlds which once housed some of the most wanted criminals in the galaxy towards the head of his dick, Jared strangely thought to himself all the dead bounties he could now collect; he had made a note of every single face he had scanned during his visit after all. But what Jared couldn’t recall now was if Jidus T.’s was meant to be brought alive or not, anymore.

Idle thoughts seemed to melt away as Jared felt the suction of his starved dick begin to pull in its latest prey: This time, the remains of an entire planet. It was going to eat well. Jared carefully coaxed the object into his cum duct with every intention to enjoy it, but after that massive afterglow from cumming so much he could hardly flex in a way that allowed him any proper control.

Soon, he was grunting and moaning as Delphinus-6 finally started crumbling from the pressure and was suctioned into his ridged dragon cock like a meal sectioned in three ‘bites’. Before Jared knew it, all of Delphinus-6 had finally been wiped from the galaxy and was on its way to becoming nothing more than a wad of jizz ready to be stroked out later.

Floating by his lonesome, Jared couldn’t help but think back to the Alterrans and their motives for contracting his bounty into hunting him. They had to have known the outcome of this little war ahead of time, or else they wouldn’t have supplied Jidus T. with those tanks. “Did they want him to lose?” the planet-devouring dragon mused to himself while idly stroking his cock. “Maybe I’m reading too much into this. Even they can make mistakes… but if they didn’t, and this was just another one of their stupid experiments, I walked right into it…” he huffed with imaginary disappointment. One day, he would find and exterminate those bugs down to the very last one.

Either way, the bounty hunter had taken his target and now this side of the quadrant would hopefully understand.

Jared Snow always got what he wanted.

The End.