Monstrous
There was only one word to describe him: monstrous. He had been born in that tube, fed in that tube, and artificially matured in that tube fore years. How many years had passed by? Five? Ten? To those on the outside it didn't matter, and to a creature like him, that had no concept of time passage, it mattered even less. The only thing that mattered to those on the outside, watching and toiling away, was the fact that the ancient dragon god was nearing completion. They had discovered a seemingly perfect being, but only its remains were left behind. It had to have been a precursor to the entire dragon species, or so they concluded. And finally, after so much work and sacrifice, their lofty plans were nearing fruition.
Since his conception, again, in this heartless, claustrophobic, glass prison, the dragon had witnessed death, and nothing but death. Horribly slow, unnatural, groaning death as well as quick, violent, howling death. It all took place in that room beyond his tube. That room that lay completely featureless and colorless before him, stretching into what could only be infinity. Countless times had he seen the walls and floors splashed with gore, entrails, and filth. The contrast against the solid white would sting his eyes. The dying were always his own breed. Sometimes they would be large and intimidating, while at other times they would be petite, and almost child-like. Sometimes they would be imperfect clones of himself. Not a single one ever survived the tests. They were brought here to die, so that he could become grand.
So many drugs and hormones were injected in order to test and perfect, so the observers could one day create a flawless replica of a godly being. Ever since the day he was born, he had seen others of his race driven mad by the effects of chemical implants, and as a result, they would brutally tear another dragon, deliberately placed in the same room, into pieces. Afterwards, they would succumb to the drugs themselves, but occasionally they would go down trying to tear away chunks of their own flesh and organs. The dragon god needed to have the ability to kill effectively when incensed. He had seen far too many dragons swell to grotesque sizes, their musculature growing out of control until their feeble bones and soft insides were shattered and splattered into paste. They would perish in a helpless pile of leaking, expanding muscle and crushed skeletons. That test was to see which drugs would create strong muscles, but it took much time to ensure that the drug would not cause frenzied growth. He bore witness to dragons exploding into insane, furious mating so intense that it would not only kill the powerless receiver, but also stop the heart of the dominating male. The genders of the bottom dragon varied, but the one with all the control was always a male. That particular type of testing was done to ensure that whenever he had the inevitable urge to mate, he would end up killing the recipient. He had to be unable to reproduce without being neutered, and performing a vasectomy on a dragon was nigh impossible. He was to be an unstoppable force, birthed by science, and raised on animosity and torture.
He was never appalled, though, by what he saw. The grisly displays were confusing when he was little, but never were they shocking. Over time, the mutilation and mutations intrigued the steadily maturing dragon god. Whenever a dragon was gutted or ripped in two by one of the berserk creatures, he would growl and claw with all his might at the glass boxing him in. He was proud when he left claw marks. He pretended they were wounds in another dragon's hide. When he saw dragons grow to debilitating, fatally large sizes, he would flex every muscle he could. He tried his best to grow in size along with them, but he found it impossible. When he saw mating, he would be overcome with arousal and masturbate. He mimicked the doomed dragons until he was fully-grown. At that fateful time, desire began to bloom. He wanted something. For the first time, the dragon god actually wanted something. And until he got it, he would sit, lifeless, with pale dead eyes. He awaited the day those doors would open. The glass would give way, and he would make his acquisition.
Finally, they did. The lifeless eyes surged with activity. Slowly, savoring the moment that would likely never come again, the dragon let the rush of fresh air and crisp cold wrap around his body. The dragon god replica stood. He walked upright, like a man. With every step he took, a delicious feeling of pain coursed through his perfectly tuned, but compact, muscles. He had undergone so many injections in the past month that he aggravated the shot wounds with even the slightest movement. He could've healed them all at will with his enhanced, revolutionary biology, but he chose not to. Even though every step was a jolt of pain, the isolated, elated dragon god treasured the sensation. Every sensation was magnificent. There was no such thing as a bad feeling. There was merely feeling to the dragon god, and that in and of itself was pleasure. The dragon god stood as tall as he could outside of his tube. The room, still featureless and polished, was an uninteresting sight. Still, the dragon god smirked. He was overjoyed. A warm feeling rushed from his chest, filling his whole body. He was going to get what he wanted. Exactly what he wanted. The only thing that he ever wanted. That frightened, scarred, but still very capable looking red dragon lying motionless before him would allow him to obtain his desire. At long last, he could cease the dreams.
The dragon god scratched his belly, which was hardly well built and was, in fact, a protruding gut. He kept that tantalizingly slow pace as he strolled towards the dragon, who shakily stood. His heavy footfalls fell silent upon meeting the ivory floor. By the time he was very close to the red creature, he was standing tall on huge front legs. He towered over the dragon god, who did not look up at his face, but rather, stared blankly at his chiseled chest, all the while retaining that smirk. The massive red dragon had clearly been enhanced with muscle stimulants, but they must've been from the perfected batch, as he could still move about. He craned his mighty neck to look down at the only other living thing he had seen in a while. He only got a full view of the regal crown of black horns wreathed around the shorter dragon's head.
"Hey, back up. I want to see your face..." the red dragon choked out. His voice was powerful, but hoarse. The dragon god did not comply. He didn't move a muscle. He just continued to stare at the red dragon's chest. The hulking dragon stuttered. "L-listen...we've got to get away from here. If we work together...we might be able to escape!"
"Escape?"
"Work together?"
What on earth did those mean? Those statements were like gibberish to the dragon god. He did not respond, but his smirk grew into a larger grin. His teeth were beginning to bare. The red dragon backed up slowly. He craned his neck a little more to get a better look at the motionless dragon god. His eyes were directed right at the god's face and, to his horror, he saw a truly insane expression. An expression of glee so great that it exposed every one of the dragon god's shining white fangs. The red dragon stammered. His body was shaking. "You're...you're not yourself!"
"Not yourself?"
More words that held no weight. The dragon god was growing bored of hearing the red dragon's voice, but he was still very interested in his body. The intrigued god licked his lips and without thinking or warning, his arms both shot forward. He firmly grasped the red dragon's front legs by the joints. They were almost too thick with muscle to hold, but he managed it regardless. Panicked, the red dragon struggled, but even his titanic muscles, which were nearly as thick as the dragon god's entire body, were about as useful as mouse limbs against the hold. He was unable to make the elated god budge even an inch. The helpless red dragon roared and choked in fear, in realization. "You've become like them! Like my friends who died here! You're...they've made you into a...!" The dragon god didn't let the red dragon say anything else. He snapped into action, sinking vicious fangs into the red dragon's solid neck. His mouth gladly greeted bone and tissue, and his ears rang in joy at the sound of tortured bellowing. Blood sprayed into his mouth as the god tore off an enormous chunk of the red dragon's neck with savage enjoyment. Although his blood was nearly the same color as his scales, it was clear that the red dragon was bleeding profusely, and experiencing pain like never before. He half-roared and half-sobbed, as he crumpled pathetically to the floor. The dragon god had loosened his hold and returned to an upright position. He felt the blood and meat slosh wetly in his mouth. Disgusted, he spat out the hunk of scales and flesh. He didn't care for the taste, but the scent was noxiously decadent. To a creature that grew up on nothing but violence, the scent of blood and carnage hanging in the air was seductive, more powerful than any aphrodisiac. Which brought the god to his final indulgence. He had tested his well-grown muscles, as well as his primal desire to hurt and rip. Now all that remained was the most powerful urge.
The dragon god strolled to the back of the writhing, wounded red dragon, gently brushing a tender paw against his dangling cock. It had always been out on display, but the brutal act of ripping nearly half of a creature's neck away combined with the intoxicating odor of fresh blood had begun a chain reaction in the vicious god. He felt an irresistible, untamed surge of hormones flood through him, electrifying his blood and making every sense superbly sharp. He already felt his cock begin to grow. Already the soft flesh of the shaft had skyrocketed in size, nearing a foot in length. It would've been hard to walk with it out, but the dragon god had already reached the red dragon's backside. His testicles had swollen to the point that he could feel them squash against his meaty inner thighs.
He lifted the red dragon's limp tail. Placed between the tightly woven sinews of the dragon's rump lay his tailhole. The agonized dragon let out a gurgled gasp of fright. He knew all too well what was about to happen. He attempted to struggle against the god once more, but his back legs became tangled by weakness induced by his deep wound. He lay defenseless in a puddle of his own blood that continued to branch out in all directions.
"Just...kill me!" The dragon put as much strength as he could muster into that despairing plea. He received no response, as usual. "Wh-what...the hell...are you...?" The smirking beast knew the answer to that question. Those voices that fed him and kept in alive had constantly stated what he was with unquestionable certainty. As he plunged his ever-growing cock into the red dragon's tailhole, the sadistic creature spoke his first words.
"I am a god."
He realized just how unstoppable, how utterly invincible he was as he jammed his immense, flaccid penis into the anguished dragon. Although it was limp, the dragon god's cock was still much too big for the red dragon. The tortured creature proved that he still had the drive and energy to howl in pure, unbridled torment as he felt his insides split apart and bleed. There was little space for the blood to escape, but tiny spurts of scarlet managed to leap from the red dragon's bloody tailhole. Blood splashed the dragon god's balls, which were now grotesquely large and bulging with pent-up seed. The slick, tattered lining of the dragon's insides hugged the oversized shaft of the god. He flung back his head to roar. The room was positively filled to the brim with roars. Roars from the dragon god, who had begun to thrust in and out with increasing fervor, and pitiful, horrified roars from the dying pile of scales spread across the floor. As the dragon god forced his member further into the red dragon, he grabbed tightly onto his victim's hips and licked along his arching spine. The red dragon could resist no further. His roars quickly softened and disappeared. His body's feeble movements vanished as he lay deathly still. The only movement he produced was caused by the dragon god thrusting harder and harder into him. The amount of blood that left him sapped any strength that remained, and the experience of being raped to death dashed all hopes while leaving the pain mercilessly intact. He just wanted the pain to end. He could only wait, half-dead, and plead for his mind to drift lazily into oblivion so that he could feel no more.
The beast's cock continued to grow, even inside of the dragon. The shredded muscles inside of the violated creature grew tighter and tighter against his swelling and now erect member. The dragon god only became more vicious and stronger as his cock grew to the point that he felt its head rub against the interior of the red dragon's belly. His claws dug into the dragon's scales, piercing flesh and sending more blood dribbling down his flank. The dragon god groaned. His member was so big that the red dragon's tailhole was now stretched past the size of a basketball. He wondered to himself if the poor creature might split down the middle, unable to contain his hideously overgrown length and girth. The tightness of the dragon's insides began to slice into the god's shaft, producing more delectable pain. The creature's insides threatened to rupture, as they wouldn't be able to accommodate the mammoth penis if it grew much larger. However, the dragon god felt his climax arriving. His immense member throbbed and rumbled in what little room it had. A tickling sensation spread from his gigantic balls, dripping with blood and gurgling with seed. The sensation spread all the way from the bottom of his loins to the tip of his dick and then to everywhere else. The world around him was swimming with color and appeared to be draped in whirling fog. It was unpleasant to look at, so he shut his eyes tight. He attempted to pull out, but found his cock lodged within the bowels of the red dragon, who was now quite dead. Even though the insides of the dragon were wet with various fluids, the god could feel hot bursts of pre-cum squirting from his member as the tickling sensation grew to a unbearable crescendo. His tongue rolled out of the side of his mouth as he expelled gusts of rancid breath into the air. He tried one more time to free his member, and somehow, he was able to do so. Foot after foot of blood-soaked, pulsating cock emerged from the disgustingly stretched tailhole. Finally, the dragon god's full erection met the cold air. Just in time for the release. Gallons of molten hot cum shot over the carcass of the red dragon, as well as everywhere else. A primal, earsplitting scream blasted through the room, shaking the very foundations of the earth. The god did not stop gushing thick ribbons of seed from his titan of a cock, no matter how much his shaft or balls would heave in protest. Once or twice, a large white glob would rebound in the dragon god's direction, slopping messily over his chest, belly, and wide-open mouth. He swallowed it down greedily whenever it did so, even though the taste was terrible and burned his throat on the way down. Blankets of pearly seed drenched the carcass of his victim, as well as that infernal green tube that had imprisoned him for so long. The room became saturated with the foul smell of sex and gore, while the floor became coated in a foul mixture of milky spunk and blood. The god continued to cum uncontrollably and howl in sickening ecstasy, heart slamming against his chest, for several minutes.
After expelling a veritable ocean of seed from his engorged balls, the satisfied dragon god toppled over onto his back. He had been on his knees for the entirety of the orgasm, as his less muscular legs were unable to support his fully grown member and testicles. With much effort, he cracked open his left eye and saw his cock begin to droop and shrink. It was positively sopping wet with foamy seed, slimy blood, and tiny bits of meat that had been severed from his miserable victim's insides. He brought a paw down hard on his chest, which was also soaked with his cum. The freakishly hot, sticky feel of it felt amazing on his cold, sensitive paw. He panted heavily as his mind wandered in emptiness. His entire body had experienced something that was beyond pleasure. It was an abhorrent feeling, but at the same time it was greater than any orgasm. The insane dragon god was the only being that could truly know that feeling. That feeling of utter invincibility. That knowledge that literally no force could stop him from making his one, contemptible acquisition. But he still had one thing left to acquire, and he was on the verge of obtaining it. As he lay there, with his hefty body splattered with sweat, cum, and blood, he knew that he was nearing completion of his only desire.
A group of men dressed in purple lab coats gazed from behind a massive viewing window, utterly horror-struck at the display. These were the men that spent their careers engineering the monstrosity in the white room. Some were completely speechless. Others still had not returned from their vomiting episodes in the bathroom. Only one was smiling. A bald man, hunched over due to old age and decrepit bones pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose, grinning. His face was not unlike that of the dragon god. He cleared his dusty throat.
"My team...my faithful team. We have done it," the man exclaimed with as much excitement as he could gather up at his age. His voice sounded almost choked with tears. "That...was the strongest dragon we had stocked, and look! He destroyed him. The dragon god of legends...at long last, he is before us. A living legend! A living, breathing, force of nature! Created by our hands! This day is...a joyous one for humanity." He turned his gnarled neck and beamed at his team of lesser researchers. He expected to see awe-inspired faces, but he witnesses only dropped jaws, twitching faces, and eyes wide with fear. He frowned.
"We...can't use this thing," a brown haired research said firmly. He had been scratching the surface of an unpolished oak desk to the point that his fingernails had been worn down. He had been clawing at it since the beginning of the display. He feared that if he opted to bite his nails, he might have lost a few fingers. "We have accomplished nothing..."
Within the white room, the dragon god felt his heartbeat slow greatly. He could hear each individual beat thud inside of his head. That massive, thudding noise would come once every five seconds on the dot. When they happened, he would heave his mighty chest and sigh.
"What are you saying? The demons are fast approaching!" the elder researcher half-shouted at the younger man. "It was a miracle that we could finish him in time! They found our position and opened a new Hellspout just a few days ago, or have you forgotten that? In a matter of days, they'll be here to slaughter us all!
The dragon god gasped. His heart began to sting, and his chest and belly felt as though they had been lit ablaze. Five seconds had past since the last beat, but he heard only silence.
"...In fact, this is all perfect timing!" the old researcher continued. "We wondered where we would find an army of demons to truly test his abilities after he was perfected, yes? Well, wonder no more!" The room was silent for several seconds, before a rustling was heard.
"I...I don't want to even think about being protected by that...thing," a middle-aged, blond researcher said in a plodding, disturbed tone. He turned away from the window, with absolutely no desire to look in the direction of the god.
"Then we must evacuate the city," another researcher said, turning his gaze to the brown haired researcher. He didn't want to look the older one in the eyes, and the empty faces of the other researchers were unsettling to him. "It's our only option, I regret to say..."
"Idiot!" the older researcher screamed. He slashed a brittle arm through the air and, scowling, glared at all the group of appalled researchers. "We don't have to evacuate anymore! We don't have to leave everything behind! Don't you see? We now have a way to fight back! With this god on our side..."
The thud of his heart reverberated inside of his empty head, but it arrived two seconds later than normal. The dragon god tried to breathe. He happily affirmed that he could not. His airway felt useless and barren, as though it had been sealed shut.
"Listen to yourself! Did you not just see what happened in there?" the brown haired researcher shouted back at his superior as he stomped his foot, unleashing the pent-up bitterness and ferocity that the dragon god's actions has instilled in him. "He enjoys hurting things too much. He might kill one demon, but ignore the rest when he decides to fuck the corpse, for goodness sake! He's unfit for the battlefield! ...We've got to kill him. A creature like this shouldn't exist." The elder researched screamed and tried to rush over to his subordinate, but tripped over his weak feet and fell down to his knobby knees. His glasses hit the ground with an echoing clatter. He was flailing his arms wildly, like a baby having a tantrum. A few of the other researchers gasped at his sudden childish display, but the one with brown hair ignored the raving man. He made his way to a control panel and brought his fist down on a button, sporting a cold grimace.
"No! I have dedicated too much time to this project! How dare you!?" the elder researcher was practically foaming at the mouth, but suddenly he stopped his ranting and smiled insanely. He chuckled to himself as he surveyed the control panel with the button, and then the shaken researchers. His eyes were positively bugging out of his skull-like face. "We have created a perfect being! What makes you think that pathetic gas will kill him? You can't do anything...he is invincible...and I will remain here, with him! He will protect me from the onslaught, and you will be left with nothing. You'll retreat and leave everything behind...while I'll remain here, in the presence of a god! Enjoy the start of your mediocrity, fools!" The elder researcher cackled, choking on his own saliva and lack of breath. A few of the other researchers shook their heads in pity at the old scientist. One by one, they left him alone in the room, with nothing but his own madness.
The dragon god would protect no one. His heart had recently come to a halt. His heaving had ceased and at last, his dream had come true. The dragons that he looked up to and had been made his role models would be proud of him. He was much stronger, more violent, and far more brutal than any of them had ever been. And in the end, they all died. To become just like them, no, to be better than them, the dragon god had to die too. And indeed he did. His one and only monstrous desire was also his last.