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Sedric was in his apartment, relaxing in his bright yellow raincoat and red rubber boots, smoking a nice fat joint as he watched a distinctly dirty movie. It was about three friends in the 1950s who went on a motorbiking holiday together, wearing the odd choice of heavy black rubber slickers and waders. Now that they were out alone in the countryside they were finding lots of reasons to wear only their raingear and biker goggles as they explored each other's bodies.

Sedric was busily exploring his own junk as he relit the doobie in his snout with his free hand, watching the inquisitive otter on the TV getting down and taking his snowleopard friend's big fat dick in his muzzle for the first time. "Oh yeah, suck that big hard cock," the dragon mumbled sleazily to himself as he jacked off, exhaling big clouds of pot smoke as he did it. He was definitely having a very good afternoon.

The dragon was having such a good afternoon that at first he didn't notice the distant, semi-regular rumbling in the distance. Between his stoned haze and his enjoyment of the three rubbery bikers - a brown-furred bunny now taking his turn on his knees, jerking off both otter and snowleopard onto his shiny black mac - it took him a while to notice that things were beginning to rattle slightly with each growing peal of thunder. And when he did notice, panic gripped him. We don't get earthquakes here do we? his mind cried, reassuring himself that he was bloody sure they got no such thing. Shaking his head to try and clear the fugginess a little, and without bothering to put his cock away, he rose and pushed open the glass door to step out onto the balcony.

What the dragon saw next convinced him the pot he'd been smoking must have been laced with something else.

Several blocks away, and tall enough to stand head and shoulders above the skyscrapers, was a figure. A huge, reptilian figure with a face something like a cross between a serpent and its skull, green and yellow scales tightly following bone structure and flaunting a mouth full of teeth. Its eyes were pure, unblinking fire, and further snakes coiled and writhed from its scalp, something like Medusa and a royal crown combined. What really convinced the dragon that it was the drugs he was looking at however was that the titanic beast was unmistakably wearing raingear. A slick black rainjacket to be precise, with chrome buckles. He found himself wondering and giggling as he tried to decide if the hallucination might be wearing a long mac or waist-length jacket and raintrousers, and what kind of boots it might have. Then with a bellowing roar it swung its arm and demolished the skyscraper nearest to it. Just to be on the safe side, the dragon darted back into his apartment and switched from the porn to the news.

"-stroying the city," said the reporter standing several blocks down from where the giant's rubber-booted feet - knee-high black wellies from the look of it - were pulverising abandoned cars with abandon. To say nothing of the thick, bone-ridged tail he could see sticking out of the back of its slicker that was swiping through another skyscraper as it moved. "We still have no idea or theory as to where the creature came from. It just appeared downtown half an hour ago and has been wreaking havoc ever since!"

The reporter's excited monologue was interrupted by a car kicked flying by the monster, sailing over their head and apparently taking out the camera. The "TEcHNICAL DIFFICULTIES" card flashed up with pleasant piano muzak backing it for a few moments, before another sudden cut to the news studio where the very flustered announcer began:

"Well we've... lost contact with our reporter. The authorities are continuing to evacuate the city, beginning with the blocks closest to the creature. No word as of yet as to what it may want."

Outside, Sedric could hear the booming, bass-blasting roar of the monster. Worse, he could hear it speaking now. It wasn't clear at first, thanks to how deeply it spoke, but now he was getting a hang of it. He heard the words delivered slowly and deliberately and swallowed hard at them:

"Where... Is... Sedric... A... Dragon?"

"What the fuck does it want with me?" he heard himself squeak. Thinking back, he remembered an overlooked detail from the few seconds the live broadcast had been on his TV. He was sure the creature had been sporting an erection under its slicker. Unsure what else to do, he decided to finish off the last of his joint.* * *

The still very-baked dragon was slumped on his sofa a little later, trying to decide what to do, when the decision was made for him. Angry shouting and knocking at his apartment door made him bite his lip. "Come out of there you fucking raincoat weirdo!" came the leading shout. Nervously, not really wanting to but quite sure they'd break the door down if the SAS didn't come flying through his window first, he got up and went to answer it.

"You." Came the angry shout of the beaver leading the charge and holding, of all things, an honest-to-god pitchfork. "That fucking thing is after you. What the fuck does it want?"

"I really don't know," the dragon blurted, part of his wasted brain wasting thought processes by trying to remember if the beaver lived on the second floor or not or if he'd even seen him before. Before he could blurt more or the beaver could raise more hell, a gazelle grabbed his shoulder.

"Come on," she said, "don't yak, just grab him!" And so a very stoned dragon was quickly surrounded by the angry mob as he was marched and manhandled down flight after flight of stairs and out into the panic-torn streets. People everywhere were screaming and running, and in the distance he could see the creature idly driving its rubber-booted foot through the glass wall of a very expensively designed bank. Evidently he wasn't scared of scuffing up his wellies. Sedric found himself forced to run with the mob now, not that he wanted to but he was beginning to feel he owed it to the city and besides, he couldn't exactly turn around and go the other way or he would've been trampled to death. In his mind he thought about the very real chance he was going to get trampled to death anyway, wondering which was worse. He decided to reassure himself that being crushed under a welly was better than being crushed under crappy Nike sneakers.

"We've got him! We've got who you want!" The beaver jumped up agitatedly, trying to get the monster's attention. The others in the crowd joined in more and more desperately until Sedric was even thinking of doing it himself. Fortunately he didn't have to, as the monster finally turned and peered down at the crowd who instantly ran like frightened rabbits, something some of them actually were. The monster paid it no attention, its eyes clearly locked on the dragon as the bony features flexed like rubber into a much wider smile. Sedric just stood and waved awkwardly, bracing himself for a very nasty end, but the hand that reached down and closed around him didn't crush him the way he was expecting it to. Instead he found himself lifted up and deposited on top of a nearby building, one just the right height to be looking at the monster's crotch and the unmistakable excitement it was showing off.

"There you are," the creature boomed as it looked down on him, satisfied.

"Wh-what is it you want?" Sedric replied. The creature stood up straight, hands on its hips.

"Why, to speak with a like mind of course."

Illustrating what "like mind" meant here, one hand went from the monster's hip to the tent in its raincoat, pushing the rubber inwards to emphasise the bulge. Sedric felt his mouth going dry even though he had to admit his own mac was getting a little more tented now. He nodded pathetically, wondering if the monster could even see him doing it from that distance. It seemed he could, that skeletal grin getting wider and toothier as the hand at his crotch now tugged and adjusted the rubber coat. The monster pushed a little more before sliding its fingers inside the raincoat to pull its cock free between the chrome buckles. Sedric's jaw nearly bounced off the floor as he was rapidly presented with, and very nearly knocked over by, a dick that would have been large even on someone the dragon's size. The closest he could think of for a comparison was photos he'd seen of a giant redwood tree, felled and on its side. The redwood hadn't been dripping precum from its head though. Smirking proudly, the monster thrust its cock forward just enough to make the dragon stumble backwards and land on his ass. That was when the fun really began.

Before he could get back up, Sedric found himself being drenched and almost drowned as the monster began casually pissing over him with the force of a firehose. The dragon could only blubber and splutter and try to hold his breath as hot, bitter monster piss soaked him from head to toe, running down and inside his slicker and flooding his wellies. A wet, soggy mess of a dragon who could barely even crawl backwards under the force of the pissy soaking, so he simply flopped onto his back and took it. Above him the monster chuckled, a sound like thunder as his urination slowed and the final drops were shaken off onto the dragon's coat. "That's it, you good little piss dragon," he announced, "I can already see it was worth my while coming here."

Wet and stinking and too weak from the blast to put up much of a fight, and not to mention rather hard under his mac despite himself, Sedric didn't put up much of a fight either when he was picked up again and draped unceremoniously on the creature's cock. "Now please me you little raincoat slut," the voice boomed, its owner nearly shaking his plaything off altogether as he stepped back to lean up against another building, glass and architecture audibly crunching under his mass. Sedric didn't think about it, too busy shaking piss out of his wellies before getting to work doing what he understood was expected of him - crawling over the monster's cock and especially its head, using his whole raincoated body to stroke and caress it. His own cock was getting its share of stimulation too, mostly being sandwiched under his raincoat between his body and the bulk of the monster's penis. And of course, he was still very high, and beginning to think his situation was a rather more pleasant one than he'd expected. In the back of his mind he told himself he might still end up squished by a gigantic gumboot, but then again that might not be a bad way to go at all.

The monster certainly wasn't complaining, moaning loudly with its head tilted up to the sky as the dragon worked. Even at that scale, the dragon could read body language. Not to mention the excited twitches of its dick that obliged him to keep clinging on lest he be dropped onto the ground below. It was worth it though, face buried in glans, arms hugging the monster cock tight as he used his whole body to masturbate its owner. More precum was forming at the tip, the dragon taking the chance between twitches and spasms to get handfuls and taste it or add it to the mess already coating him. He wanted to jerk himself off using the monster's jizz as lube.

"That's right little raincoat dragon," the monster boomed, "you know exactly what to do. Keep at your work." A sharp intake of breath and the not-inconsiderable racket of the monster digging its hand into the building it was leaning against, apparently so stimulated it couldn't keep from fidgeting and moving and generally causing more destruction. Sedric didn't care. He only looked up or down from his work just long enough now and again to get another good view of the towering expanse of black mackintosh above or well-worn wellies below. He felt so horny and so lucky to be servicing the immense beast, feeling and hearing its growing pleasure and inhaling the overpowering musk of its cock. He could tell it was close to cumming, breath noisy and ragged, and hell so was he. He was bracing himself to watch the enormous prick shooting over the building in front of him, and make a mess inside his slicker whilst he was at it, when he found himself picked up once more.

Suddenly Sedric was on his back in the monster's hand with the head of its tool mere feet away from him. Looking up in shock at the monster who now looked down and smiled bestially as his other hand began eagerly wanking, he realised he was about to get much messier than he'd considered. Heart racing, and just about ready to be drowned, he pulled his own prick free of his mac to begin jerking himself off. If he was going to be smothered in monster cum he wanted to go out pleasurably.

With a roar the monster erupted, accompanied by the equally deafening cacophony of the building that had been its resting post finally collapsing from another stray swing of its tail. In the chaos Sedric's own moans were lost, the dragon cumming at last and adding his own small contribution to the first jet of spunk that splattered him and covered most of his body. More jets followed, the dragon moaning as he was drenched, struggling to keep his head in a breathable space as slickered body disappeared in viscous monster juice. His ribs ached from the pressure of the blasts, but he didn't care. He cared so little that it took him a few moments to realise the bursts of cum had eased back and then stopped, and he was still alive. With that recognition he looked down at his slimy body, feeling the monster's cum slopping down inside his wellies, and burst out laughing.

He was still laughing when the monster lifted him up to its face, though not for much longer as it opened wide and dropped him into his mouth. For a brief moment he was slathered by its tongue, then he found himself pulled into the constricting, suffocating tunnel of its throat, squirming as he disappeared.

The monster stretched, laughing and wiping the last traces of spunk off its cock before licking its hand clean. Then it tucked its organ away and returned to demolishing the city.