Gryphon's Claw Bank
Timanth bowed graciously to his friend as he left the small house, "Happy hatchingday again!" The bronze dragon padded down the crowded street, hoping to get back to his own lair soon. He didn't mind visiting close friends for special occasions like these, but the hustle and bustle of the city, not to mention the tendency to look down upon feral dragons like him, jangled his nerves. The anti-flying laws enforced to keep dragons out of airplane windshields weren't really helping the cramping in his wings, either. Growling his frustration, the dragon stomped on, his pleasant mood shattered by the closeness of the city around him.
His thoughts brooding on dark things, he didn't notice the gurgling and churning in his belly and bowels until it was quite pronounced. The bronze dragon groaned suddenly as urgency hit his gut, and he dodged into the nearest building, which by chance also looked rich enough to offer spacious bathrooms. Glancing up at the sign as he passed through the elegant arch, he read "Gryphon's Claw Bank." He grinned, this was going to make it all the better.
Swaggering through the revolving door, he smirked as various gryphon heads rose to stare hostilely at him. His self-satisfied lazy smile just got wider as he observed their contained fury. They couldn't touch him, not when he was a potential paying customer. Even though dragons had an eternal feud with their feathered and furred foes that disputed the skies with them, they had occasionally been known to rely on the gryphons' impeccable accounting to store their gold. The gryphons always attempted to cheat the dragons, of course, but hot flames and the threat of being burnt to a crisp seemed to keep them quite in check. The bronze dragon snorted derisively as he followed the well-marked sign reading "restrooms." As if he would ever be foolish enough to trust gryphons with his gold.
Padding languidly forwards on the marble floor, the dragon chuckled as the staff winced every time his claws clicked on the no-doubt expensive floor. Quite a few of the customers were looking at him with annoyed looks now, some of them growling at him after tripping over his tail. The dragon's sharp ears even caught muttered remarks about his creature-like gait. He growled softly under his breath in anger, quite ready to thoroughly trample the next anthro being who pissed him off too much. Fortunately for those around him, the black and white marbled floor ended in a door off to the side marked simply but elegantly, "males." Pushing the door open with a raised forepaw, the dragon sidled casually inside, roaring softly in disappointment as he saw the cramped size of the individual stalls. Sighing with no alternative, he nosed one of the doors open and semi-folded himself inside.
Muttering to himself about the inconsiderateness toward non-anthro dragons, he wrapped his tail uncomfortably around and sat awkwardly on the toilet. The apparatus not meant for feral dragons, Timanth found himself uncomfortably jammed in, and not in any definite position to relieve himself. Non-anthro dragons were just not meant to bend that way. However, he could move his arms and neck, and he twisted, trying to find a more fitting position. In doing so, he rubbed his crotch against the stall door, and he gave a low moan.
Forgetting his previous problem for the moment, the bronze Asian dragon looked down at his sheath, just beginning to bulge. Grinning lazily, he reached a paw between his legs and began to rub slowly, pressing firmly around his crotch and soliciting low growls of pleasure. The bulging in his sheath grew more pronounced as his member slowly swelled inside of him. He wanted to drag this out as long as possible, never rubbing against his sheath directly, but instead stimulating areas around it. His sheath was bulging to almost an unmanageable size, almost the full length of his erect member trapped inside due to the form of stimulation.
Letting out another moan of pleasure, the dragon finally decided to let his member out, rubbing his sheath, causing it to dilate and widen, allowing the uppermost tip of his fleshy pink member to poke through. He gasped as normally-enclosed steaming flesh met the cold bathroom air, groaning heavily as his sheath widened more and more, the distinct S-shape of his member slowly hardening. When finally the hard shaft had elongated to its full size, the bronze dragon put a paw around the tip, and stroked down heavily.
An explosion of air roared out of his wide-open maw as tingling pleasure surged through his body, the grainy texture of the pads on his forefeet rubbing like leather against sensitive flesh. Dragon as he was, the bronze dragon's body was mostly impervious to such abrasions, the sandpaper-like texture only serving to send tiny prickles of pleasure through Timanth's body. He drew his hand slowly up, squeezing as tight as possible, running his forepaw heavily against the s-shaped curve. A thick goop of pre sprayed out, running over his hand viscously. The Asian dragon grinned as the thick fluid slipped between his fingers and stroked down heavily again, the pre lubricating his hand thoroughly, sandpaper texture feeling more like tiny bumps now.
Timanth began to stroke himself, gripping his shaft tightly and sliding his forepaw heavily up and down in slow, measured strokes. His member leaked more and more pre, completely covering the s-shaped shaft and lubricating it and his hand thoroughly. It pooled between his legs, and smeared stickily over his crotch every time he stroked down. The bronze dragon began stroking faster, thrusting rhythmically against his forepaw every time it slid downwards. Even though his speed had increased, the intensity of each beat had not diminished. He moaned audibly, spreading his legs as wide as they could in the stall as his hand slipped up and down, faster and faster.
He could feel his member heating up as his climax approached, most of the pre rubbed away by friction, leaving the sandpaper feeling again. Just what he needed. The dragon increased the speed of his strokes yet again, cramming his hand up and down with almost blurring speed. His moans became one continuous sound, growling lust coming from deep within his chest. As he approached climax, the dragon gripped the top of the stall door and leaned forwards, taking his hand off for a moment, only to slam it back down, stuffing the thick shaft through a tightly curled fist.
The bronze dragon roared as he came, his member briefly swelling as seed overloaded the organ before exploding at the tip, the first blast of thick white cum splattering goopily against the door. He stroked himself again and again as each stroke brought another tight clenching of his crotch, and another thick glob of dragon semen spread across the door with a wet splattering sound. The Asian dragon came for all of several minutes, the impressive capacity of dragons proved as he plastered almost the entire bathroom door with thick ropes of spunk. As he came off his peak, he growled softly to himself, watching the last of his seed splatter on the floor in a large droplet. Leaning back again, he lazily surveyed his work, the splattered mess of dragon semen clearly marking the stall before closing his eyes and basking lazily in the air-conditioned room.
He didn't notice the growing tightness until his shoulder brushed the stall wall. The abrupt coldness on his warm hide shocked his eyes awake, and he started to lean over to right himself...until he found that his other shoulder was also pressing tightly against the wall. At first he thought the stall was growing smaller, and panic gripped him as he tried to push his way out. But then he noticed that he could peer over to top of the door without craning his neck, and he realized he was growing.
As the dragon watched with amazement, the stall doors buckled and bent outwards, groaning in protest as their hinges were slowly ripped off, and the cheap material went flying. He attempted to flex his wings, and knocked out the ceiling lights. And the growth seemed to be increasing at an exponential rate. Soon his head pressed painfully against the ceiling and he had to bend it at an odd angle, until he realized that it wouldn't stop even if he did fill the room. Grinning, he thrust his muzzle forwards towards the ceiling and punched a firm hole, penetrating the insulation and raining rubble down below. "They won't mind, they have so much money..." His shoulders were next, creating larger rents in the roof as his head breached the outside covering. He looked around and grinned as he saw pedestrians stop in shock to stare at him. Then the ceiling seemed to lift away as the combined strength of his extended wings ripped the roof clean off. The bronze dragon grinned, beginning to rub his sheath again as he realized how much power he had over the smaller beings. Laugh at me, do you? We'll see who's laughing in a moment...
As those below began to scatter in terror, the copper Asian idly rubbed his sheath, speculating on reasons why he might have gotten so big. It might have been something he ingested yesterday. He had been mixing some pretty weird substances. Being a synthetic polymorph with a dragon as his main form, he was immune to most toxins, and therefore had a grand time raiding his friend's chemical storage in search of interesting highs. Being immune to toxins didn't mean he couldn't feel good when the chemicals got to his nerve centers. That, mixed with his hyped levels of testosterone when aroused, might have caused a sudden mass expansion. His semi-elastic body might have resisted explosion, but could not hold in the sudden increase in mass.
It was small matter now. He grinned slowly, lust beginning to build again as he spread his sheath wide open and let his member out again, the pink fleshy spire steaming heavily in the open city air. The bronze dragon laughed at the terrified and disgusted expressions that his telescopic eyes let him see on the faces of the running city-folk. They hadn't seen anything yet. Soon they'd see things that they'd rather not have seen.
The leather-hided dragon decided to begin, rising off of his rump, leaving two deep craters in the block that his rear had occupied. Miraculously, the bank had been spared, coming close to being obliterated under his impressive sheath. Paying no mind to the screaming around him, the bronze dragon looked around for a comfortable structure. Spotting a distant skyscraper that looked promising, the gigantic reptile began to stride towards it. Each step forwards with a forepaw crushed at least a city block underneath the thick calloused pads, the rubble piling up between his toes almost like mud, deeply stained with the red of crushed victims. He loped forwards with a heavy pace, each step of his hindpaws shaking the ground. The scattering city-dwellers didn't even have time to scream as the thick pads descended upon them, snuffing their lives out in an instant, converting them into deep red stains on the calloused sole.
He reached his destination, finding it almost disappointing. The majestic edifice only came up to his shoulder, much like the anthro folk who had sneered at him before. Grinning suddenly at the analogy, he laughed to himself. "And what a fucking this anthro'll get..." He reared up on his hindlegs, displaying himself in all his full glory, laughing cruelly at the shocked expressions of those inside the building as the full length of his erection throbbed heavily in front of their windows. A few seconds later, they were getting a first-hand experience of what it felt like to be shoved up against such a steel-hard shaft as the bronze dragon draped his forepaws over the roof of the building, leaning forewards heavily and driving his member through the steel and concrete walls of the skyscraper. He moaned lustily as the fragments scraped against his member, only serving to stroke almost gently against the sturdy meat.
Not wasting time on foreplay, the dragon began to hump into the skyscraper, rocking it on its foundations as each deep stroke of his powerful hind limbs buried the S-shaped rod fully inside the building. The residents of the 50th floor were pulped brutally as the gigantic dragon cock ground them against the ground, crushing them and spreading their remains on it, mixing with the thick viscous pre that was leaking out at a copious rate. The liquefied anthros only served to arouse the dragon more, lubricating his cock thoroughly. His thrusts intensified and increased pace, the member brutally driving in and out, hips smashing at the area around the initial hole.
As he grew closer to climax, the bronze dragon began to sweat profusely, his body composition different from other reptiles, allowing for sweat and scent glands. Fluid dripped down his now-slick body, pooling around his feet. The scent was so potent that anyone who hadn't been crushed by the rapid grinding of his hind feet as he humped the building quickly succumbed to the overpowering stench, the smell invading their minds and obliterating any thought. His sweat only served as an aphrodisiac to him, however, filling the air with his own odor of lust, causing his strokes to speed up even more. A mixture of pre, anthro remains, and sweat flowed down the side of the building, making squelching sounds every time the copper creature thrust in.
He could feel his climax coming, but he tried to hold it in as long as possible. His member felt ready to burst, and he began to growl loudly, moans mixing with the grunts of pleasure. Finally, the dragon couldn't hold back any longer. He fully extracted his shaft from the building, chose a higher spot, and jumped on heavily, his cock penetrating tightly into and all the way through the edifice. The poor skyscraper couldn't take anymore and began to collapse as the dragon began to shoot his load. The white fluid flew out in thick ropes of sticky dragon semen, the thick viscous fluid instantly crushing and drowning anyone unlucky enough to get caught underneath when it splashed to the ground.
The dragon's orgasm lasted for ten minutes, the copper Asian reared up on his hind legs and thrusting into what remained of the building as rope after thick rope of seed shot forth from his steel-hard shaft. His feet ground around in pleasure, long elegant toes curling and uncurling in utmost bliss, crushing the ground and any beings to dust between them. Even after the building had disintegrated, he continued to stroke with a calloused forepaw, triggering clench after clench of his loins, emptying himself upon the city.
He slowly sank into his four-legged posture as his orgasm faded and afterglow replaced lust. The dragon smiled lazily down at the city, coated with his seed. Three quarters of the buildings bore a sticky covering over them, and gigantic footprints the size of craters were spread across the entire city. The copper beast laughed softly to himself as he thought about what he had wrought. That'll teach you to look down on me, pesky anthros...And of course the military couldn't do anything against him, not even atomic bombs would be able to penetrate his hide if his nanobots were arranged right.
Timanth had just started to curl up in his mess for a gentle nap when a growling, rumbling sound echoed deep in his gut. He groaned as the feeling traveled down to the end of his rump, and suddenly realized why this all started in the first place. Grinning darkly, he chuckled lowly to himself, "Might as well finish this at the place I started." Striding back, he created more footprints inside the wreckage of the city, these filled with sweat and sometimes dragon semen as his member expelled remaining cum as it grew limp and retracted. Peering down, he tried to identify the bank amid the rubble. To his great surprise, the building remained almost unscathed besides his initial hole in the roof. It wouldn't for long, he smiled.
Stomping heavily over so as to create as much rubble as he could, he positioned Gryphon's Claw Bank between his hind feet, so that anyone still trapped inside would have a clear view upwards of his rump and dripping sheath. Extending his forelegs and sinking into a squatting position on his haunches, the Asian dragon groaned as he felt his puckered tailhole begin to stretch, sphincter muscles working heavily as they prepared for what was slowly rolling down his gut. Those inside saw the fairly clean, pink fleshy insides of the gigantic dragon, muscles strongly contracting, before terror overcame them. A gigantic lump of dark brown dragon dung rolled down his rectum and began to extrude from the wide-open tailhole. Timanth moaned heavily and tilted his head back, roaring as the lump of dragon feces left his sphincter and allowed it to clench, the excrement falling upon the roof of the bank, crushing half of the magnificent edifice and its occupants under half a ton of dragon waste.
He grunted as another wide glob of dung stretched his tailhole wide, smearing his tailhole a dirty brown. The bronze dragon groaned in a mixture or pleasure and relief as he clenched his tailhole again, rump muscles flexing heavily as the feces fell, crushing the other half of the bank and smushing on the ground, spreading out a little in its semi-solid impact. Panting in relief, the bronze dragon had just started to stand up when suddenly he cried out as his gut contracted again, causing him to quickly squat back down, visiting further filth upon the already-buried bank building as mushier dragon shit began to slide out of his rear, the chunks just as large but splattering upon the pile more like a fluid than the previous deposits.
The bronze dragon groaned in a mixture of relief and strain as lump after huge lump of dragon dung pushed its way out of his body, thumping with muddy sounds upon the city below. His gut flexed again and again, pumping the copper dragon's previous meals out of his body. The contractions gradually slowed, and the last great glob of scat left the dragon's tailhole. He sighed in pleasure and relief, grinning smugly down at the buried bank building. "That'll teach you to look down on a dragon."
Grinning mischievously, he turned around and reared back onto his hind legs again, holding his sheath with a forepaw. "Mmmm...they say sex is a diuretic...I think that myth is not such a myth after all..." Laughing, the bronze dragon aimed his sheath and let loose, heaping further humiliating on the bank, showering it with a geyser of golden dragon piss. It steamed heavily as it exited his super-heated body, quickly turning the pile of dragon dung into a wet puddle of various dragon wastes as it blasted upon the bank building. The yellow fluid stank heavily, and its stench would remain for months after the dragon had departed. Smiling, the copper Asian swung his body back and forth, thoroughly showering the city and its despicable inhabitants with his marking urine.
When the torrent of dragon piss finally slowed and stopped, Timanth looked around at the destruction he had wrought upon the city. Grinning in satisfaction, he raised one gigantic hind foot and planted it amid his mess, swiping it viciously through half the city, creating giant claw furrows filled with dragon waste, a final humiliation across the entire population. Laughing softly to himself, he wiped his hind foot on a clean patch of city houses and sprung into the air, the wind of his wings leveling what was left of the houses.
It's lucky my friend lives on the outskirts, he thought as he slowly shrunk back into his normal size, becoming a tiny dot heading back toward his cave.