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One moment, Sora was simply minding his own business, walking around here or there. The next, the phoenix found himself looking around a strange landscape. The floor was solid stainless steel and felt quite cold underneath his feet. There seemed to be similar walls off in the distance, stretching hundreds of feet into the air. The room was roughly rectangular and seemed strangely industrial, clearly designed with purpose in first and aesthetics as an afterthought, if it was a thought at all. He took a few minutes to look around and see if there were any sort of interesting features but, aside from a large metal grate in the center and ground that gradually sloped towards it, there seemed to be nothing of interest. He did notice that there was no roof to this structure, however, but the flightless phoenix couldn't make use of that one obvious exit.

Every single part of the facilities was designed so micros could be added to the mix to make things more interesting. Even the bathroom facilities had that purpose in mind as Sora was soon to find out. The multicolored phoenix was about to take flight when Azure Ebonwing walked into the locker room and up to the communal urinal. As he looked down to pull his dick out from under the loincloth, he noticed those brilliantly colored feathers against the otherwise drab backdrop. Oh, this was going to be fun. He tried to keep quiet as a twenty-foot-tall dragon could as he took aim and started to piss.

The noises of the dragon's entrance certainly got the attention of the phoenix; the slamming of a locker door sent a thunderous boom through the room. The footsteps got closer, louder and then suddenly that dragon's shape filled the sky above the phoenix. The micro could only see the dragon from the knees up, but oh what a sight it was... ebony scales on the dragon's groin and chest were framed by sapphire-colored ones. Those scales covered a perfectly-defined physique that could only have resulted from many, many years of training. The dragon's broad, silver loincloth was pushed out of the way, revealing an equally impressive shaft that hung quite nearly to that dragon's knees. And then, Sora realized that the dragon was actually aiming that enormous pillar of flesh at him. He had to run. Unfortunately for him there was nowhere to actually run to. The next sound Sora heard was almost deafening; hot dragon piss was crashing down upon that cold steel and the noise just echoed throughout that chamber.

Azure grinned as he did his business, continuing to push his aim toward the phoenix until, finally, he actually caught the tiny thing in the broad stream. It had all the force of a waterfall and forced Sora to the ground, slamming his beak against the basin of the tub with enough force to crack his nose. The pressure was steady and the flow of liquid pushed him toward the metal grate he'd seen earlier: the drain. Though the fine mesh would probably not let a creature of his size through, it would surely be painful to get pushed violently against those wires, as if being battered against solid steel wasn't bad enough. The dragon casually moved a lever near the bottom of the tub, sealing that drain closed. While it would ensure that Sora wouldn't be certain to end up atop the drain and squirming for his life, it also meant that the urine wasn't going away.

When the dragon was done pissing, he frowned. It was only about half a minute to him but, to Sora, it may as well have been half an hour. The phoenix's every feather was completely soaked, stained yellow with that acrid urine. His pants were soaked completely through and weren't even worth wearing any longer. He removed them so they wouldn't weigh him down. He briefly thought about asking the dragon for help but, after what just happened, Sora figured any 'help' the giant would offer likely be something he really didn't actually want anyway. Instead, the bird crawled his way out of the remaining pool of urine and tried to take some kind of shelter nearer the corner of the basin.

Things only got worse the next time he heard something. Whereas his first encounter was with just one giant, this time three of them were looming over him. Osimaret, Lycaon, and Sovrim all heard about what Azure saw and they all wanted in on the action. The cetacean-demon and gold dragon both stood tallest, each roughly the same size as Azure both in height and in musculature. Sovrim, the hybrid, was still barely more than half that size; Sora could only see his glistening hide from the waist up. But there was still one thing they all had in common: They had to pee and Sora was the only meaningful target for them to aim at.

All three streams came down at once, causing a deafening cacophony to echo through the phoenix's ears. He tried to turn and run but those golden showers all converged toward his body at once. The three giants teased one another about who could piss the longest or the hardest; that speech never reached the phoenix's ears as he was pushed under the surface once again. The heat of the urine was particularly intense, thanks largely to the demon; it scalded his skin, causing his feathers to start to fall out. This left him even more exposed to the acidity of the blended fluids and what started as a rather unpleasant tingling was now becoming more of an intense burning. Worse still, the pool of fluids seemed to be expanding even faster than the giants were pissing. If Sora could see, he might recognize that he too was now shrinking and the mere puddle of piss was now looking more and more like a great lake.

As the phoenix's size decreased, it became easier for him to get pushed under the surface by the torrents of piss falling from above. There was no mercy for him as he got dunked under the surface repeatedly, swirled around in the golden rapids, and only occasionally had the luck of rising to the surface. Every time he got the chance to gasp in air Sora did so, but the stench of piss made his lungs and nostrils burn, in addition to the pain of simply not getting nearly enough air in the first place. The giants seemed ever more distant as the phoenix got ever smaller. By now the pool of urine had completely covered the bottom of the tub and the depth just continued to increase; it gave Sora fewer and fewer chances to breathe in even that acrid, stinking atmosphere. When one of the streams hit him directly atop the head he was slammed to the bottom of the tub, occasionally breaking a bone or bruising a muscle from the sheer force of that impact.

Gradually, though, even those giants ran out of urine. Sovrim's bladder emptied first; Lycaon wasn't far behind. Osimaret kept going for several seconds longer and made absolutely certain to keep his intolerably hot stream focused right on the phoenix. But soon, he too ran out of piss. Sora struggled to get to the surface however, even now that things were starting to calm down. He'd been severely injured throughout the ordeal and, at his tiny size, even trying to figure out which way was up proved to be a challenge. He had to reincarnate to have any hope of surviving, but he couldn't even use magical fire to rejuvenate those injuries unless he found a spot of dry ground and such a place was not going to happen here. Though he did eventually reach the surface of that lake of piss, it was already too late for him. His lungs felt like they were on fire, thanks in part to a broken rib poking him there. His chest was caved in; his heart struggled to pump as it should. Other injuries simply contributed to a sensory overload that made it nearly impossible for the phoenix to think at all. He made a desperate attempt to make his way around to something safe but it was not meant to be.

With his life finally slipping away, Sora's instincts took over and triggered that flame anyway, trying to set himself on fire. With urine-drenched feathers, however, he couldn't even manage that magical feat. He'd get close, get a spark, but it would be snuffed out thanks to all the fluids collected around him. His body kept trying even as his vision slowly faded to black, but this phoenix was condemned to be reborn no more.

Exercise

When Osimaret came to Lycaon and told him there was a way he could obtain near-limitless size and power, the gold dragon didn't even wait for the rest of the explanation before saying he was in. The mere thought of being bigger in every way and perfecting his body was something that Lycaon had aspired to do for his entire life. And now this opportunity was something that seemed tailor-made to his dreams. Just walking into the gym for the first time made the dragon's chest swell with pride. He would finally be able to do all those things he'd only dreamed of doing before. He elected to work out in the nude; it would be a waste to cover up his body as he worked to achieve all he could.

Almost immediately, Lycaon got his first thing to play with. It was a smaller dragon, much more slender in appearance. He scowled. So much wasted potential in that little frame. At least now they could be put to use for something greater. He decided that a pre-workout snack would be the best way to start and simply tossed the little one into the vast cavern of his mouth. That tiny one squeaked and flailed, its wings fluttering ineffectively, but the tiny thing's entire body didn't stand a chance of overpowering Lycaon's tongue. The dragon roughly slid the living snack around within his maw for several moments, occasionally smashing it against his teeth or teasing it by tucking it under his tongue and swallowing, giving the tiny thing some idea of what was soon going to happen to it. All the little one could see was darkness; all it could feel was the slick warmth of the tongue and cheeks from within the maw. And then, finally, the great gold swallowed his snack and savored the feeling of that pathetic dragon-bug squirming all the way down his throat.

Having briefly satisfied his hunger, the first workout for the dragon was a set of squats. He loaded up the weight and got into position. Another micro appeared, this time directly beneath Lycaon, half the size of his feet. Before that small rabbit could even tell where he was or what was going on, the dragon had gone down for his first repetition. He went far lower than most did with his lift, enough so that the rabbit's face was temporarily lost between the dragon's glutes. Lycaon all but sat on the small one. That soft fur felt pleasant enough against his ass; it was just enough to let him enjoy the knowledge of having a tiny thing watching him from below. That rabbit was a helpless passenger to the dragon's exercise; he tried to get up and move away but was pressed down to the floor once again, all just by the dragon going through his routine. It took no extra effort for Lycaon to keep that small, helpless creature squirming beneath his body, while to the micro it was like a vast plane of warm, golden muscles was descending upon him again and again.

With five squats completed, the weight went back on the rack. The rabbit was more winded than the dragon, even though Lycaon was the one actually doing the exercise. The gold one just stood there for now, looking down at the mammal panting for air. Sweat already was beading on the dragon's body and some of it had marked the rabbit's face in that intensely scented fluid, nearly making him swoon from the smell alone. The fact his mere scent could overpower a tiny creature was enough to cause a stirring in Lycaon's groin. His cock began to press forth, hardening as he became intoxicated on power. That rabbit had a perfect view of the dragon's dick as it expanded above him, soon obscuring what limited view he had of the dragon's upper body. The dragon wanted to do something with that, rather than just leaving his dick alone... and the micro beneath him seemed like the perfect thing to use.

Lycaon crouched down again, as if doing another squat, and deliberately ground his ass against the tiny nose of the lapine beneath him. Those flexing muscles made the micro quite uneasy. Was his head about to be crushed just by the dragon's butt? No. Not yet, at least. The dragon had other interests right now. He grabbed those long ears and pulled the small one forward until it was directly beneath his dick. A bit of size theft left made his cock shift from merely 'large' in the micro's eyes to something the size of a bus, bouncing overhead. The dragon grabbed his tiny toy between two fingers and pressed the tip of that enormous dick right against the bunny's ass. He wasn't going to... yes, he was, as the micro soon found out. Lycaon grabbed the rabbit's legs, one in each hand, and began to pull. The pain was overwhelming as the rabbit's body began to stretch far past its limits; his ass was torn apart just trying to take half of the gold dragon's cockhead. That still didn't stop the dragon, though; he kept right on going until he felt the satisfying 'snap' of his head settling into the tight confines of another creature's body. It was a good start but still only a start. The gold dragon kept going, stretching the mammal's body even tighter, until it he felt the tiny one starting to tear apart again. It was barely enough to cover half of his dick but it would have to do for now.

Now that his cock was covered with a 'condom' to catch some of the precum that flowed freely from his tip, Lycaon started another set of squats. Each time he went down, he deliberately tensed his groin muscles to cause the rabbit's head to smack against his belly. It also made the gold dragon's shaft swell for a moment which ensure the lapine was widely stretched at all times. If the dragon was working himself to his limits it only seemed appropriate to ensure his playthings were also being pushed just as hard. After finishing another five lifts the gold dragon once again reset the weight and looked down at the rabbit. The micro's body was becoming bruised thanks to all the internal injuries caused by the enormous dragonhood throbbing within him. It was a pathetic sight, really; Lycaon idly wondered how much longer that mammal would actually survive just being worn like this. He kept mulling those thoughts over as he did a final series of repetitions.

With his third set completed, Lycaon moved on to another apparatus. The bench press was open for his use and he once again loaded it up with as much weight as he dared. Once he got into place, he brought forth another tiny creature, this time sticking a small lizard between his pecs. Those muscles already were enough to engulf the reptile; the heat was uncomfortable even to the cold-blooded creature. And all this while the dragon held his arms at the ready; his chest wasn't even flexing yet. When Lycaon started to take the weight off the rack, things became even worse for that little passenger. Its tail was caught between the flexing chest muscles as they tensed, then its body fell deeper into the gap between muscles when they relaxed again. As the dragon pressed the weight up, things tightened, compressing that lizard ruthlessly in a shifting valley of raw, draconic power. Each lift just continued the process; the downstroke caused the lizard to sink even further into the valley, while the press upward all but squeezed the life out of the tiny thing. Lycaon recognized the problem without even looking down at his victim and he stole just enough size from the lizard to allow it to fit upon his chest even as the space diminished.

As before, Lycaon split his exercise into three sets of five; after the fifth lift he re-racked the weight and looked down at his smaller playthings. The rabbit was on the verge of passing out. It wouldn't do to have someone unconscious on his length. He pulled the bunny off his cock and simply pulled the little one up to his snout, shaking his head slowly. The dragon shrunk his former condom to a quarter of even that size before tossing the micro into his mouth like the bunny was nothing more than a bit of popcorn. He didn't even bother chewing; he simply swallowed the squirming mammal whole and alive without giving the thing a chance to plead for mercy. The reptile buried between the dragon's pecs had a perfect view of all of this, complete with a view of the tiny bulge in the dragon's throat as that snack descended into the stomach. That lizard didn't have a chance to protest, however, as the dragon was ready to begin another series of lifts.

From within that tight space the lizard had very little space to even squirm for his life. The muscles squeezed in around him with the force of a trash compactor. Vast surfaces of gold smashed to the sides of that reptile's body upon each lift, always compressing him but never breaking him. Not yet, at least. Each of those five repetitions seemed to last forever. When the weights went back onto the rack again, once more Lycaon was left with a toy that was clearly unable to cope with being used. Are they really all this fragile? He wasn't even trying to break them and yet neither of these damned creatures had managed to survive even five minutes in his presence. It's not like it was his fault they were so weak and pathetic. If they were this weak they deserved to be broken.

One more set. Lycaon's arms flexed powerfully as he took the weight down to his chest once again. This time he actually let it linger upon his body for a moment just to toy with the little one. It was like the ceiling of a cave was falling in when the barbell came down, alternating with the wall-closing of his pecs flexing. By now the dragon's body was almost entirely covered in sweat, including his chest. Some of that fluid was starting to run down into the valley between his muscles. It soon soaked the lizard's body as well, practically basting him in that fluid. The lifts helped to work that sweat into the lizard's scales, marking him with the scent of a true male, one that actually was capable of realizing his potential. With a loud grunt, Lycaon racked the weights and turned his attention back to the struggling reptile on his chest. With a soft laugh, the gold dragon simply pushed his arms out in front of him and crossed them at the elbows, bringing his pecs together for a final time. It left no space at all for the micro between them; the lizard was finally crushed between those vast, scaly muscles. All it took was one flex to snuff out these weaklings.

The third element of the gold dragon's routine was his deadlift set. It was really quite a simple exercise: Just load up weight, put the barbell on the floor, and stand upright with the thing. The weight would only just come above his knees. Once he was in position, Lycaon summoned an entire stadium worth of tinies to watch him go about the exercise. That stadium was smaller than one of his heels and the micros inside it less than a grain of sand from the dragon's mighty perspective. To the micros, the gold dragon looked to be at least twenty miles tall. The barbell was so long they couldn't even see the ends of it, but the could certainly see the dragon standing oh-so-far overhead. With every lift he grinned down into the stadium, basking in the attention of having sixty thousand minuscule creatures as a captive audience. When he dropped the weight the building shuddered from the impact of those dozens of tons on the ground, though it held intact for now.

After the first five lifts he put the weight down and took a few moments to simply pose for his crowd. He leaned over the stadium and filled the sky while he flexed his chest and arms. He stepped over the stadium to show off his thighs and calves. He briefly lifted one foot over the stadium and just savored the sounds of terror from the thousands of helpless creatures but his paw settled down safely off to the side. With the next set of reps Lycaon did much the same thing: He just beamed with pride as he did his lifts. He started to subtly move the bar forward as he progressed through the series. Each 'thud' of weight was even more violent, reverberating through the building and shaking some of the little ones to the ground. It was enough to deter anyone from trying to run away, at least, and the stands remained packed in this arena of the damned. With another five lifts down, Lycaon got onto hands and knees, briefly looking in at the helpless little things from a much closer vantage. His mere breath was enough to send intense turbulence through the grounds, rustling fur and feathers all within those stands. A few of the seats were simply blown clean off their securements, sending a few hundred creatures into the laps of whoever was sitting behind them.

Laughing once again, Lycaon rose to his knees. He was rock hard from having so many different ways to play with these condemned micros and it had been too long since he'd done something about it. He summoned a creature that he felt was a more appropriate choice for a condom: An anthropomorphic snake. The bipedal creature was immediately grabbed by the gold giant; his right hand gripped the micro's waist. This time the living condom was slipped on face-first. Lycaon's thumb claw forced the snake's jaws open, then helped dislocate them as he jammed that heavy, throbbing, pre-leaking cockhead into the throat of a serpent. Inch after inch the dragon just kept on pushing. Those in the stadium could see every moment of this lewd display, and how a creature still ten thousand times their size was being fucked almost beyond recognition by this twisted mega-giant. The snake's body bulged massively with the dragon's cock but, unlike the rabbit that Lycaon abused earlier, this condom actually fit. The dragon smiled and condescendingly rubbed the snake's head as he pushed it against his crotch. It was a struggle for the snake to keep breathing; his nostrils were pressed tightly against that sweaty flesh and the powerful scent of the dragon's lust saturated the air in that region. Lycaon simply ignored the shivering creature as he resumed exercising.

For his third series of deadlifts the dragon moved even further forward, now straddling the stadium. The tiny ones could see those glistening gold scales directly above, covering the massive, flexing muscles as the dragon continued his routine. It was a steady, graceful movement even as it was writ large in the sky above those pathetic gnats. A drop of sweat fell off Lycaon's balls and landed somewhere in the stands, miring thousands of beings in pure, liquid musk. A few were crushed by the impact of that droplet; most were simply soaked and stunk of sweat. The dragon didn't even notice that he'd left so many creatures squirming under his sweat; he simply was focusing on the effort required to improve his physical attributes even more. As he completed those reps he dropped the weights once again. Without even looking down he simply stepped on the stadium and crushed the structure and all its occupants beneath his right heel. The dragon didn't have to try to be destructive; it was just a purely effortless, natural action for him to commit.

Lycaon's stomach growled as the gold giant adjusted weights for the next phase of his workout. It took an awful lot of energy to be such a strong being after all and he needed something to fuel his purely physical power. He summoned a small glass filled with micros, each of them just slightly smaller than his thumb. They could see out and tell exactly where they were but that perfectly-smooth glass wasn't about to allow them to escape. A few of those little ones had wings but they simply didn't have room to expand them in that tightly packed container. Worse, Lycaon singled them out for his first snacks. He plucked them out one by one, tossed them into his mouth, and simply swallowed whole. One creature after another could do nothing but cry out and squirm helplessly as those massive, warm, sweat-dampened fingers plucked them from the glass. They were left dizzy by the speed at which they were flung through the air and bounced upon the hot, fleshy tongue. The view from inside the dragon's mouth would have been frightening if they had enough time to actually appreciate it; instead, they were pulled violently down into the dragon's throat as he swallowed and slowly crushed by his throat and stomach. Fifteen micro snacks later, Lycaon felt he'd adequately satisfied his hunger. There were a half-dozen left in the glass but he simply ignored them for now. They were given the chance to watch a dragon working out and really should have been thanking him for the chance to see a physically fit creature doing what he does so well.

His next exercise set was going to be a series of power cleans. He just used the same bar he'd worked with previously and stood him to his prior deadlift position. Taking one deep breath, he swung the weight up to his chest and held it there for a second before bringing it back down again. With each rep he nearly smacked his own cock and the snake that was stretched over it; there was not a whole lot of clearance between the dragon's heavy shaft and other the heavy weights he swung around. Five reps and down the weight went. Rather than just waiting a full minute to do his next set, Lycaon started to draw power from the snake stretched out upon his dick. The micro became even tighter upon the dragon's shaft, squeezing onto it like a glove. If the snake could scream in pain, it would; unfortunately, it was now impossible to even draw a breath as his jaws quivered from forced so widely open. Turning to face the micros he'd left in the glass earlier, Lycaon did his second series of reps. His muscles flexed and bulged as he worked, all perfectly coordinated to hoist tons of metal into the air. Those five lifts were knocked out in with ease, fueled with the strength siphoned away from that living condom.

It was surprising that the snake had survived this long. Lycaon wanted to see just how much further he could take that. Once again, the reptile's body began to shrink, as evidenced by the increasing tightness upon the dragon's dick. By now, every last detail of Lycaon's cock was visible to the micros below. The dragon's pulse made the reptile's entire body quiver; the snake was that firmly stuck to the flesh. It could no longer even move and the only sensation it could feel was pain as that steel-hard cock filled every last inch of its body cavity. That obscenely-tight sheath of scales stayed in place during the last series of lifts, though Lycaon's grunts were now from his unrestrained lust than of pure exertion. Five more reps were almost too easy to complete as the well trained male made use of the weights. Only after he'd finished that last series did he set the bar down and turned his attention back to the other playthings still looking up in fear.

Could this snake-condom actually take any more? No, it turned out. When Lycaon tried to steal just a bit more from the serpent the creature simply ripped in half, showering the others on the ground in a fine mist of blood and viscera. It seemed that none of this condemned creatures had any long-term use. They all cried out in revulsion; Lycaon just smirked and shook his head. He still needed to figure out what to do with the little ones in front of him. The dragon didn't need another snack, but perhaps he could feed something else... he picked up the glass once more, this time holding it level with his cockhead. Lycaon picked up one of those micros between this thumb and forefinger, exactly as he did with his previous food. Rather than lifting the tiny thing to his mouth, however, he pressed the micro's feet against his urethra and started shoving that tiny creature into his cumslit. The others looked even more disturbed as they saw their former companion being 'swallowed' by the dragon's dick. At first there was a bulge, but the dragon decided to absorb even that mass and add it to his impressive malehood. Each of the five remaining creatures got similar treatment: Picked up, stuffed into his shaft, and then absorbed.

The final exercise on the dragon's rotation was an overhead press. The dragon grabbed the same bar from his last two exercises and placed it on a suitable rack, securing the weight near his chest level. Before he started the dragon felt another need take hold of him: The need to take a piss. He didn't want to walk to the back of the gym this close to the end of his routine, especially not when he was in such a fine rhythm... hey, maybe the micros actually were good for something. He needed just one for this purpose, even if the creature had to be larger than most of the others combined. This time the dragon got a wolf that stood almost waist high. He didn't bother talking to the wolf; he just shoved the tip of his dick against the canid's maw. When the mammal growled, Lycaon simply slapped him for his disobedience and thrust his cock forward again, all while glaring at the weaker creature. It was an argument that the furry one was clearly not going to win. He whimpered for a moment before he leaned in and started to swallow that still-hard dragon dick. The effort was a painful one; Lycaon helped by grabbing the back of the wolf's head with one hand and simply shoving the weak little thing forward until he felt that cold nose pressing against his crotch. The gold dragon then stepped forward slightly and stood upon the wolf's feet to ensure he couldn't get way. The weight nearly crushed the smaller one's paws; if it did, the dragon wouldn't have cared for an instant.

With his little 'partner' in position, all Lycaon needed to do was relax and allow the contents of his bladder to flow. At first it simply flowed right into the wolf's throat but soon the pressure built and the backwash started to fill the canine's maw. In turn, it gagged on the fluid, which just made it even harder on the the micro to keep everything down. Even as he pissed, Lycaon grabbed that barbell in both hands and pushed it over his head, starting his first set of reps even as he relieved himself. The wolf tried to pull back but, with his feet trapped in place, it couldn't actually get the dragon's long, throbbing shaft out of its mouth. Five lifts later and the dragon set the weight down. He saw the wolf still gagging and choking as its throat simply couldn't figure out what to do. The canine couldn't swallow all that piss naturally but with the girth of a draconic dick filling his mouth and throat there simply wasn't anywhere for the fluids to go but down. That led to that micro suffering from a rather bloated belly thanks to the two gallons of hot fluid that flooded its body. He'd finished pissing but just left the canine there, at least for a little while longer, as he did a second series of reps. The wolf's pained whimpering was music to his ears as he went through that set before slamming the weights onto the rack once more.

Having just one set to go, and not wanting to ignore his plaything any longer, Lycaon started to siphon some power from the wolf. It was focused entirely on his chest to ensure he could complete that last set immediately. He took it slowly, savoring every inch that came off that half-sized creature, until the micro was just barely large enough to keep the tip of the dragon's dick in his mouth. That was as far as he wanted to go for now. As did his final exercise, each of the lifts was quite easy for him to accomplish, thanks to the extra boost from the wolf. After his fifth and final lift, the dragon did one more, simply tossing the weight into the air at the peak of his lift and allowing it to crash down upon the rack, putting it down with panache. This left a physically satisfied dragon with nothing left but sexual needs and one toy already immediately at his disposal.

Lycaon grasped the wolf by the back of the head again. He stepped off the micro's paws and pulled its head off his cock, though he did crack that wolf's jaw in the process. As soon as the micro was free from his member, the dragon started to shrink him dramatically. Entire feet disappeared from the wolf's height, leaving him with a sensation of vertigo. He wasn't actually falling, however; he was held off the ground by a dragon licking his muzzle in pure lust. Once the wolf was small enough to fit in his palm, Lycaon lowered him to the tip of his cock and simply let him take in the view of that thick, meaty head for a moment. Using his other paw, the gold giant slapped the fleshy rod against the palm of his hand, slowly moving the head closer and closer to the diminutive mammal. He didn't hesitate to slam it down right on top of the tiny thing, causing a rather unhealthy sounding crack from the miniature canine. The next blows were side to side, smacking the creature back and forth until, eventually, the little one collapsed onto all fours again.

Satisfied with that extra bout of humiliation, the gold dragon started to press the wolf into his cumslit, head first. As soon as micro was up to its shoulders it began to thrash about in a laughably futile defense. All Lycaon had to do was push one fingertip against the wolf's feet and slowly slide it forward. Within another ten seconds, all that remained of the furry urinal was a small bulge gradually making its way down the length of a horny dragon's dick. Lycaon left the weight room and decided to find somewhere more private to take care of his throbbing, insistent erection.

Treadmill

Azure Ebonwing decided he needed spend time on some endurance training. A good cardio workout was a reasonable means to that end, even if the dragon preferred the adrenal rush that accompanied lifting weights. The towering dragon got onto one of the treadmills and got to work.

This gym being what it was, however, it didn't remain just a treadmill. Instead, the belt was soon covered in the landscape of some shrunken, condemned world, chosen at random to be the trodden upon by a far greater creature. One moment, the victims were simply going about their business. The next they were somewhere alien. A few people recognized the two-legged dragon for what it was; most simply saw a strange shape in the distance that their brain couldn't properly comprehend. Then again, just trying to make sense of things when a thousand mile stretch of terrain was reduced to a hundred feet was hard enough.

While he set things up the dragon straddled that belt and the ground upon it. His toes flexed with anticipation as he pushed one button after another on the machine. He input his various statistical data, then selected his routine. It was only after the belt started moving that Azure stepped onto it and began a casual warmup walk. He couldn't help but look down, though, as he knew what was beneath him and loved that view from oh-so-far above.

From below, the view was equally impressive. If it weren't such a jarring shock it would be rather awe-inspiring. To most of the tiny ones, the dragon's legs - the pillars of muscle they were - simply disappeared into the distance, revealing nothing above. The dragon's feet were the only thing they could see clearly but even those were an amazing thing. They rested upon the treadmill's rails for now, each roughly a hundred miles in length relative to the little creatures staring at them. Each of the four toes was itself large enough to be a mountain higher than any naturally occurring on the planet (even though it was now laid out like a map). Their scales glistened in the artificial light and every one of those polished surfaces was bigger than several city blocks. Some of the micros at the edge of the belt could actually look up to see the more finely-scaled toes. The blackness of Azure's sole was like that of a starless night on a new moon. It was only broken by the light from the tiny creatures below him, which showed off the perfection even in the walking surfaces of his paws.

Unfortunately for the tiny ones, Azure was ready to actually begin his workout. He started off slowly for him, but to the littles on the treadmill the sapphire dragon moved at dizzying speed. His feet lifted miles into the air and settled with the destructive force usually reserved for a god. There was no chance for anyone to escape him as they were literally pulled toward those almighty paws. The micros that were about to get crushed simply saw their world going dark as a foot came down upon them, flattening an entire city into dust with little more than a casual step. There were still some survivors beneath the towering arch of the dragon's instep and between the toes. For several long moments, those beneath his arch assumed they were dead, given the total darkness around them as they were sealed beneath that vast, black sole. The ones between his toes could still see and had a breathtaking view of those sapphire scales as if they were trapped in a canyon. But they all were left staring at the wreckage of a dying world all around them as the dragon's foot lifted once again, revealing the extent of the damage he wrought with a single step.

The sheer size of the treadmill ensured that the littles were stuck to it even as they whipped around from the top to the bottom and back again. To them, it was like day and night were cycling in a matter of seconds; total darkness and blinding light alternated too quickly for their eyes to ever properly adjust. The only thing they ever had the chance to see was the dragon's murderous paws coming down again and again. He started to increase the treadmill's speed and was no longer looking down at the tiny things at his nonexistent mercy. The footfalls were almost entirely at random as far as the micros were concerned. Some steps landed almost entirely in the crater left by a previous step, furthering that destruction but not breaking anything new. Others landed on previously virgin terrain, snuffing millions like they weren't even there. They scarcely existed to the giant.

At the edges of the machine, some tiny fragments of life continued to survive. They were out of the way of the dragon's steps, giving them the dubious honor of surviving this workout even as they bore witness to the horrible power of a dragon's paws. When his feet came down near them they were nearly deafened by the thunderous impact; the sounds of entire cities being destroyed were eerily quiet in comparison. The gust of wind brought his scent to them, a scent that was increasing as potency as time progressed. And then, as the foot lifted again, they could observe the wreckage from a 'safe' distance, making it abundantly clear just how tiny, weak, and pathetic they all were relative to this towering male.

Azure was getting properly into his stride now and began grunting with exertion. He wanted something more to fuel him for an extended sprint and began to drain the micros below. Those who previously assumed they were safe at the edges soon found themselves perilously close to the dragon's feet as everything was moved toward the center. Those steps were getting longer as the muscle dragon started to run, creating even more havoc. The speed with which his paws came off the treadmill was enough to pull debris with it, showering the remaining micros with various bits of buildings. Most of it was already broken into pieces too tiny to be recognizable to those it. But that destructive force was nothing compared to Azure's paws; they were what these tiny creatures truly feared.

With the dragon in a full sprint the micros were barely able to follow his movements. They simply prayed to whoever was listening that they'd somehow survive and escape this terrifying ordeal. Being here, however, meant that no god was listening to them any longer. It was too late for them. Each impact of a foot was enough to make the entire machine shake which in turn sent violent tremors through the tiny landscape below. Entire mountains crumbled just from the shaking; landslides ravaged what little remained of civilization. And all the while, Azure just kept running. his feet rhythmically struck the treadmill like the war drum of hell itself. Every impact reverberated through the entire world laid out beneath him.

Only after the machine beeped to signal the end of his routine did Azure begin to slow. His pace declined gradually as he cooled down before he eventually came to a halt. That half hour routine seemed like a year of pure torture for the few thousand survivors still left, most of them in a single village that was on the edge of the map. But Azure was thorough in his destruction. He knew there was a pretty good chance something was still there for him to siphon away a bit of power from. With another thought, he focused on that landscape and diminished its size by a factor of a hundred. While his toes previously were mountainous, they now loomed like alien planets. Each one now dwarfed the entire Continent that had been summoned. He stood next to the speck and simply drummed his toes for a moment, allowing the micros one last gasp of musky air before he stepped forward. This time, when the ball of his foot descended upon those tiny ones, there were no survivors. He ground out the world like it was a mere bug before stepping off, leaving the treadmill clear for the next user.

Harvest

Even with all the power available to the creatures working in the gym, there were certain biological needs that could not be ignored. One of those was simply food. Osimaret had originally assumed his gym members could take care of themselves but one of them had a suggestion: A vegetable garden. It would ensure they ate properly even if they never bothered to leave. The demon was hesitant at first but soon relented when a volunteer stepped up to run the thing.

Dramon was a green, eastern-style dragon. He'd hoped it would extend to also having a green thumb. It would prove easy enough though. Osimaret brought in some particularly fertile soil and plant life from a couple various worlds and left the dragon to tend to the crops via whatever means he saw fit. The resources from those planets would indeed come in handy. The rivers and streams provided a natural source for irrigation. And then, of course, there were the tiny creatures still living on those fractured landscapes, now left to stare at plants that had become hundreds or thousands of times larger than would ever occur in nature.

As Dramon walked around he paid little attention to where he stepped. If someone or something just happened to be under his foot it really was their fault for not getting out of the way. In the soft dirt the dragon often didn't even notice when he'd stepped on something; there was little evidence of the victims when compared to the vast, dirt-stained soles of his feet. Dramon just smiled to himself as he watched the garden grow.

It had taken a bit of effort but he'd figured out how to redirect the energy he got from the micros and used it to make the plant life even bigger. At some point the plants themselves seemed to pick up on this talent and the dragon just had the joy of watching the garden seem to work itself. At some point a single creature was summoned, this time a squirrel-morph. The rodent was about half of Dramon's size and on the far side of the garden. For the dragon, it would have been a trivially simple walk to get across. For the squirrel? It may as well have been like trying to cross a live minefield.

Once the rodent recognized that this environment was mostly unfamiliar he immediately started looking for help. He saw Dramon in the distance, perhaps half a mile away, and started to run over to the dragon. He had no idea why there was a dragon here - he'd never seen one in person before - but the squirrel just kept on sprinting. That's when the plant life sprung into action. Without any effort from the dragon at all, those crops started to drain the animal running past them. It wasn't noticeable at first - the first couple of inches almost never were - but it was only a matter of time before the furry creature realized that the plants seemed quite a bit larger than they did just a few minutes earlier. The ground was increasingly rough as the occasional exposed root tripped up the slowly diminishing creature. And then, when he tripped over another root, it actually started to move.

Crying out in fear, the squirrel tried his best to free himself from that animated plant. The root curled itself around his left ankle and started to pull him closer. It was a slow process but it was a shockingly strong one. That squirrel tried to pull himself free but could run no further. He bent over and started clawing at that tendril but stopped abruptly when he chipped one of his talons. Worse, another root took hold of the rodent's right wrist, giving that plant a firm, physical control of his upper body as well. While he was being dragged to the source of all this, other tendrils of the plant came forth and gripped him in various ways. His other ankle and wrist were restrained easily enough; he was only able to delay their capture by a few seconds. Another vine whipped forth to grab the rodent's waist.

There was little that squirrel could do as his feet slid across the ground. Even struggling was a challenge as the plant further tightened its grip. The rodent soon ended up with his back pressed firmly against some tall, leafy thing and found himself just held there, waiting. That was when Dramon finally stood up and started walking over to the small mammal. The dragon had none of the problems the rodent had suffered. If anything, he was getting slightly bigger as he approached that little one. "Something wrong?" he asked, smiling almost-but-not-quite sincerely at the chittering creature. The squirrel just nodded rapidly, whimpering as he tugged against the vines. "Looks just fine to me... you'll be a lovely addition to our harvest."

Harvest? The rodent's mind raced at a thousand miles an hour as he tried to process what was going on. Dramon helped by just gesturing to another, similar plant in clear view of the mammal. That one had several victims in its grasp. Those victims were of various sizes but all of them were held immobile by vines that kept them suspended in the air. A shiver raced through one of those victims as he was made just a bit smaller, while the vines holding him because slightly thicker from that transfer of power. Now it was the squirrel's time to shiver. He didn't want to be just another bit of plant matter. It was unfortunate that he had no say in the matter. The panicking rodent was simply ignored as Dramon turned to walk away, leaving that squirrel to suffer his slow, inevitable, inexorable end.

Defense

Having satisfied his workout needs for the day, Azure decided to relax in the sauna for a little while and let that warmth work its way into his scales. He went into the larger of the two steam rooms and cranked the timer by the door. Within seconds, the heat began to rise and a splash of water fell onto a heated rock, giving the room a blast of steam. A minute later and the room was filled with a pleasant haze of fog while reaching just the right temperature to comfort the dragon's aching body.

Everything was perfect except for one thing: Azure wanted a footrest. He decided to summon an entire city for that purpose and, on command, that tiny metropolis appeared at his feet. It covered perhaps one square foot on the ground below, which was barely enough space for the dragon's two paws to occupy, but the pleasure of casually destroying a few million more micros was a lot more interesting than simply kicking back and relaxing. He stretched out his legs and settled his feet back onto the heels, bringing them down right upon the city, fully expecting it to be reduced to rubble in a matter of seconds. It came as a surprise when he didn't immediately feel the now-familiar sensation of crunching beneath him. Curious, he looked down and saw a strange rippling light covering the cityscape like a blanket. A force field? This was certainly the first time one of the victims actually had some kind of meaningful defense but it was also something the dragon would be able to overcome in time. The challenge was a refreshing change from all the completely helpless little things Azure had encountered so far. He was going to make damn sure it was a challenge he rose to meet.

Azure shifted his position so one foot was on each side of that energy dome. The force field tingled as it brushed against the arches of his feet but it still held fast against that pressure. Pondering his next move, the dragon stood up directly atop the city. It almost gave, for a moment, but another surge of power kept the macro from dropping to the ground and obliterating the population. He jumped up and stomped down twice more, causing bolts of lightning to race through the field to sustain it. There obviously was some kind of major power source fueling it all and Azure just crossed his arms in annoyance at the tiny thing's resilience.

For those within the city, things had descended into pandemonium. As soon as they were summoned, warnings began to sound. The first touch of the dragon's foot triggered an automatic lockdown; people scrambled to get off the streets while they still could. Most were lucky enough to get into shelter but some were too slow and found themselves stuck on the streets, totally exposed to whatever might come next. Most structures in this city had vast windows; even those inside could still see the dragon-god experimenting with the barrier. The arcing energy helped illuminate the black soles and revealed just how they glistened with sweat. The stomping from the dragon sent a powerful sonic boom through the entire town, but their defenses held for now. The barrier wasn't air tight, however, and some of the dragon's scent started to waft into the city beneath him. It was just enough to make everyone else uneasy as that alien aroma drifted through the streets, amplified dozens of times over by the incredible size difference between the dragon and his prey. Some were left to wonder just how much longer it could sustain under the dragon's tread.

"Not bad," Azure commented to himself. So the barrier was good at preventing physical damage. What else could he do to them? He idly splayed and wiggled his toes as he considered his next action, which in turn wafted more of his toemusk into the air. If he wasn't going to stomp the thing out, perhaps he could see what else it could withstand. He briefly toyed with the idea of simply shoving the entire thing into his ass but, as a top, there was something just inherently wrong with that idea. He still got onto his knees though, positioning himself onto the city. He soon lowered himself until his balls were resting on the dome, covering the city in that musky flesh as the orbs rolled off to the side. The conditions inside the city were getting increasingly hot and steamy - both thanks to the sauna and the efforts of the giant dragon using them as a toy - with the various scents of the dragon's body now dominating all other aromas. Azure shifted back and forth to grind hits nuts against the surface and found the electric tingling of the forcefield to be quite pleasant. It was like a sort of magically-controlled e-stim device that hit all the right places. The giant dragon made good use of that and slowly slid backward, dragging every last inch of his thick malehood over the surface as well until his cocktip rested gently atop the apex of that protective shield. Most of the shaft was sapphire blue, aside from the exposed cockhead which was a deep jet black. That blue flesh stood in sharp relief to the black crotch-scales of the towering male; the micros could make out every last detail of his length. The vast bulge of his urethra. The more subtle veins runnings along its length.

The mere groaning of the dragon was enough to make people below quite nervous. The dragon was massively hung even for such a mythical beast and his cockhead would have covered all of downtown if he could just get through that infernal barrier. Azure still liked the view though and began to jerk himself off. He used both hands to grab his dick and - even then - neither paw could fully wrap around his girth, nor did the both of his hands actually cover that entire length. He didn't need any lube, however; his uncut dick had more than enough extra to allow his hands to slide back and forth without issue. The foreskin slid back and forth over the precum-soaked head, while occasional drops of the thin, slippery fluid crashed down onto the dome's surface. They rolled off without causing any damage but each droplet augmented the pungent musk of a horny giant as he continued to pleasure himself.

Even though it felt nice to simply rub himself against the top of this city, Azure wasn't about to get off just by passively letting a few million people watch. He was an exhibitionist by nature but his shows were never free. When he started stealing size from the city he let out another, even deeper rumble of pleasure. The city was once almost as big around as the dragon's shaft was long; within just fifteen seconds, it stood at just half that proportion. Azure grabbed his shaft near the base and simply smacked his cockhead firmly against the force field; this time the energies were weaker. The pleasant tinging didn't cover nearly as much of his dick and even the part that did experience it got a lot less of a jolt. It seemed there was a limit to just how much that structure could withstand in a single impact and, as the dragon 'grew' larger, he could strike that much harder. He laughed and let go of his dick, simply swaying his hips so his dragonhood smacked the dome wildly, bashing it from the top and sides purely at random.

That shrinking city was now running on a full emergency alert. Most non-essential systems were taken offline so more energy could be diverted to the shields. They were holding, for now, but that growing dragon was going to be more and more of a threat. They had no weapons that could do anything against scales that thick. They sent out a distress signal but there was clearly nobody around to receive it. They considered an evacuation but that seemed likely to lead to an even more disturbing end. Instead, they just reinforced that shell as best they could and hoped it would somehow hold out long enough for the dragon to get bored.

With a grunt of pure lust, Azure started to stroke himself off once more, this time working himself steadily toward a climax. He rubbed his tip against the tiny city, almost painting the shield with a thin layer of precum as he came closer to his peak. Another half minute and the dragon's orgasm was heralded with a window-rattling roar; he pulled back just far enough to watch his cum smashing against the metropolis like white, creamy meteor strikes. They splashed off that shield as it proved to be perfectly resilient so far, though the cum still pooled around the edges of the city limits. Evacuation by ground would now be impossible. The micros only watched in fear as they saw a tide of white rising around them, so deep it could have flooded the entire city if they were unprotected. Each spurt was almost as massive as the last. In all, almost a dozen spurts of cum hit the city before his orgasm slowed to more of a trickle. The dragon grasped his shaft and squeezed out the last of his cum, simply letting it collect under his foreskin for now. He had ideas for dealing with that later.

Now that his sexual needs were satisfied (for the moment) that only left the matter of actually dealing with the city. He could just shrink it to some incredibly tiny size and crush it. He could toss it into the steam bath and just let it boil alive. He briefly considered just leaving it for a while and letting someone else toy with them later but that was way too boring; he wanted to take some more satisfaction from this tiny, weak collection of creatures right now. After pondering for a couple moments longer he shrunk the city considerably until it was barely more than the size of one of his fingertips. He then reached down and simply picked up the entire city between his thumb and forefinger. The shield rippled and compressed slightly at the edges but somehow it even kept the ground intact as an entire metropolis became more of a castle in the sky.

"I'm definitely keeping you for later..." he rumbled as he looked over the city. He could just imagine those tiny faces looking up at him in completely unchecked fear. He just wished more of them were out in the open so they could directly experience what he was about to do to their homes. Azure used his other hand to tug open his foreskin and slowly lowered the small city to the surface of his male flesh. He was still half-hard, which gave him a particularly broad surface to place the little ones on; they nestled quite nicely against his glans, tucked deeply in against his cockhead. He then simply let go of the skin and let it slap back against the surface, trapping those little ones in place as he went off to do other things.

A shrill klaxon went off in the city as it was moved about through the air. Their home was most definitely not designed to handle this kind of stress and the shield was in danger of imminent failure. They had no hope of bailing out now. They were only able to stare in horror as the already massive dragon rose to truly astounding proportions, rising so far into the air that they could barely make out his snout in the distance. And then, their view was completely dominated by his cock once more. The scent rising from it was almost palpable, thanks in part to the thick cum that still lingered under the foreskin's surface. They soon were plunged right into that pool of milky white. Things were quite dark and getting increasingly warm and humid. The stench of male musk became too much for some to handle but most were just barely able to withstand it. His pheromones drove some into a lustful frenzy and a few creatures actually held an end-of-the-world orgy. Most simply were too shocked at this sexual abuse writ large. Worse, the shield's light was flickering and fading as its powers were finally overwhelmed.

When the shield did finally succumb to the accumulated stresses upon it there was absolutely nowhere for the micros to go. There was a dragon's foreskin beneath them and his cockhead above, with nothing but billions or trillions of gallons of cum collapsing in all around them. It filled that space as if a bubble had burst. The fluid gushed through buildings like they were barely even there. Many people were crushed as well, smashed by the raw power of a raging rapid of dragoncum. A few were less lucky and survived that initial rush. They were still trapped in hot, humid darkness and submerged in semen. They were washed away from their fellow micros, each sent sprawling out through the thick fluid that forced its way into their mouth, nose, and every other orifice. Most of them simply drowned.

Despite all the horrific things going on, there were still a few others who survived. They'd been 'lucky' enough to be pushed right to the dragon's cockhead and found themselves glued to that hot, slightly-slimy flesh. Each of them was left completely alone, too far from the others with no way to communicate. There was the faintest hint of light coming from above, which bathed this world of flesh and musk in a strange sort of twilight. They would have to try and survive on a diet of dragoncum if they expected to live at all. Some couldn't bring themselves to consume his seed and perished within hours. But the most dedicated survivors, the ones who had completely lost their minds to the madness going on around them, did actually last for another day until the dragon took a shower and simply washed away the final traces of the city, washing it all down the drain.