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Relaxation

Sovrim panted heavily as he neared the end of a run on the track. He knew he could do it, of course, but it still took a lot out of that hybrid to run for half an hour straight. Neither of his component species - salamander or chameleon - was exactly renowned for exceptional endurance so going the distance largely was a result of willpower and a bit of encouragement from his peers. Granted, it also helped that he summoned a couple micros every few minutes during that routine to snack on and keep his energy levels up. When he crossed the finish line of his final lap he slowed to a jog and went into one of the private rooms.

Groaning, Sovrim sat down on a conveniently placed chair and reclined as far as that furniture would allow. His paws ached with the effort he'd just expended and he wanted to do something about it. Once he'd recovered his breath he set up a small, massaging foot bath .The bottom of the machine would actually work over those tired feet while the liquids swirled around his overheated paws. The basin was filled with cool, clear water and Sovrim placed the device in front of his seat.

When the hybrid sat down again, he shifted his legs to put his paws into the water. He lowered them slowly and recoiled at the first touch of the cool fluid; he'd made it way too cold for his liking. But he wasn't about to get up again and just decided to deal with it and slowly sank his paws beneath the water's surface. Once he started to adapt to that chill it really wasn't so bad; it just helped dull the ache until the massaging kicked in. As his feet reached bottom and he felt those massage units caressing his soles, the hybrid hummed and wiggled his webbed toes before casually lying back in the chair for a sort nap.

As had happened so many times in this gym, however, the hybrid wasn't actually alone. A world was laid out like a map in that water. The tectonic plates held things mostly in their natural layout, with one larger land mass to the left and another supercontinent on the right part of the tub. Just being moved about was already causing mayhem on the entire world. People cried out in fear form all the shaking. Vast tsunamis formed, but it would take time for those to reach the coastline; they began to evacuate and move to higher ground. Water was not the biggest problem they faced, however, and they learned this only as a vast shadow came over their land.

Overhead, the sky seemed to change color. Sovrim's body was still a dull reddish-orange thanks to the clay colored track; he hadn't bothered changing to something else after leaving that part of the facility. From the perspective of the tinies below it looked like a mix of a sunset and smog. The noticed it was getting bigger, too, or at least closer to them. Though they might have ways of getting away from the coast they had no hope of escaping paws that seemed hundreds of miles wide and thousands long.

The feet continued to descend, slowly approaching the water's surface. Sovrim just dipped one toe in first and recoiled; even with as slow as he moved it had chaotic results. The resulting tidal wave was much larger and faster than the earlier, avoidable ones. It carried with it a faint reddish color due to the thin layer of filth upon the hybrid's soles. That color in turn marked the terrain it passed over, at least what little of it wasn't washed away when that fluid crashed over the shore and continued to race inland. Devastation spread for dozens of miles. And all the while, the hybrid's feet hovered just a few miles above them all. Things were bathed in twilight and only shadows around the edges of his soles could be made out. Otherwise, the only sign those tiny creatures had was the faint scent of feet around them all.

Even when Sovrim pulled his foot back was a dangerous force. The updraft pulled some buildings completely off their foundations, forced vehicles from the roadways, and yanked some micros seemingly miles into the air. Trillions of dollars of damage occurred just because this giant moved his foot a few inches. As devastating as that was, things were only going to go from bad to worse when the hybrid actually started using the footbath as intended.

The next time those feet came down they didn't stop at the water's surface. They just pressed forward as if the continents weren't there at all. His soles were almost perfectly smooth and slightly sticky, which gave very few places to hide for those seeking to prolong their lives by another five minutes. The ground cracked when his toes and heel settled to the surface, breaking the continent into several less-impressive pieces. They bobbed about on the water's surface for a couple moments but even those chunks of land had nowhere to go. The sky was quite literally falling now; the arch of Sovrim's foot pressed into the sea just a couple seconds after those toes dunked part of the countryside.

Water came crashing over the landscape with unstoppable force, crashing through at tremendous velocity. Even aircraft couldn't get away; the hybrid's enormous foot just pressed down upon them too and knocked them from the sky into the sea. The further they were pushed under the surface, the faster the air bubble above them collapsed, sending ever-increasing volumes of liquid across the land. And through it all, Sovrim never even noticed those tiny creatures as he settled in for that light, afternoon nap and snuffed a few million micros out in the process.

Roulette

With the sheer volume of summoning magic being thrown around in the gym, some things were being pulled into the realm without anyone making a conscious decision to bring them there. Some of those victims were placed in convenient places, such as directly on a piece of exercise equipment or atop the nozzle for the water fountain, but every so often one appeared and simply went unnoticed for a time. One of those cases involved a small nature observation encampment that had been set up out in the wilderness. One moment, the two dozen scientists and wildlife enthusiasts were sleeping under the stars. The next, they were on the floor of a giant gym. They were near a wall, vaguely between a pair of weight racks, a spot that was seemingly safely out of the way. They'd been reduced in size by a factor of at least a thousand, perhaps even more; where they previously covered a space of roughly 50' by 50' with all their tents and gear, they now could have fit atop a dime with some room to spare. As such, they were just small enough that nobody took notice of them and, as nobody was looking for them, they went undetected for a time.

The tiny ones woke up and tried to make sense of their new surroundings. The glowing floor bore no resemblance to anything one might find in nature, but it did provide a convenient light source for them to look up and assess the situation. While they didn't know where exactly they were and hadn't a clue how they got here, it didn't take long to realize that they were little more than bugs in this world and they needed to be extremely careful with how they handled themselves. One mistake would surely be their last. The group tried to stay calm as they assessed the situation, but when the felt the floor shaking and saw a giant, two-legged, gold-scaled, winged creature looming over them, almost all sense of dignity and logic drained from their minds. They had to run. There was no time to think. Just run. Run away.

Lycaon was, as usual, the first one in the gym this morning. He moved right into the space that tiny camp occupied, leaning down to pick up one weight after another. If the tiny ones had a chance to look up they'd probably be stunned at the mountain-sized dragon's perfectly defined body. Instead, they were staring at his feet and never even considered looking past his ankles. Those paws covered a good thousand feet, possibly more; a single well-placed step would be disastrous. The giant never even looked down at the floor though; he had a singular focus on getting his routine underway. As such he never noticed when the ball of his right foot came down on the encampment, destroying the one shelter those tiny creatures had. It all simply vanished; even the sounds of the warping metal and breaking electronics were drowned out by the simple sound of his foot slapping against the ground. He then pivoted and walked off, getting into position to actually lift his weights, and left the micros to contemplate what was left of their existence.

One of the scientists walked over to the wreckage to assess it. The effort was wasted; everything had been flattened to the thinness of gold leaf and most of it was simply crushed beyond recognition. He looked down and shook his head, which was enough communication for some of the others in the group. A few of them broke down and started crying. A few were stunned into silence. Others had the sense to walk toward the wall and begin to make their way around the room. Safety in numbers was never even considered. In this hostile, alien world anything that could pose a threat would be lethal to them whether they were grouped up or not. Those that hadn't left yet still grouped up and tried to form a plan. If nothing else an organized way to search for supplies or a way back home would be a good start to the matter.

But even as they were discussing a plan they were once again looking up at a giant dragon. This one was much smaller and red. Dragonien was still alive, even if his ego had been all but killed off thanks to Osimaret's punishments. He was serving as janitor and his task this morning was to simply sweep up the floor. The broom bristles resembled a forest of telephone poles, given the tiny size of the micros trying to run away. Most of them were simply caught by the sweeping dragon, sent flying through the air and into the wide-open spaces nearer the center of the room. They were at least a twenty minute walk from even the relative safety of another workout machine. Would they actually have that kind of time? Would they survive if they didn't try to go for it? The answer to both of those questions was a resounding no; several more giants were arriving and foot traffic in the gym was becoming a tremendous threat.

Though the micros could certainly see what was going on those giants moved far too quickly for them to actually see what was happening and make a rational movement. It all simply came down to instinct and a desperate hope one was running the right way when someone was walking toward them. Losses started to pile up. A silver dragoness' foot crunched three members of their group and left a stinking, sweaty footprint on the ground next to them. A cat girl's claws caught one victim in the chest, simply crushing it as she stepped forward. Even Dragonien inadvertently trampled one under his broad, red heel as he stomped out of the room in frustration.

Deprived of refuge and resources, the group was breaking down mentally as well. One person actually dared to suggest they find a busy place and just allow themselves to get crushed, putting them all out of their misery. That got a couple nods of approval from the eight others left in this faction, while several others decried th idea of a suicide pact as nothing more than absurdity. The two groups argued for a few minutes. A fight broke out and resulted in two broken noses and no clear winner. Those differences were irreconcilable and the disagreeing groups parted ways. One group of four, led by a mouse, searched for a way to simply end their terrifying ordeal in the fastest way possible. The other group of five, headed by a cardinal, maintained some desperate hope of saving themselves from this disaster.

The mouse-led group discussed among themselves what the most likely way to get themselves killed was. Staying out here in the open was dangerous but there was still the risk they'd somehow be unlucky enough to actually survive the day down there. They didn't want to spend even one night in an unfamiliar environment without a bite to eat or anywhere to curl up for comfort. No, they needed something that was a guaranteed death. They then noticed one of the nearby machines was a treadmill and the machine's base was designed like a staircase. They could actually climb that and simply throw themselves at the feet of the first person who used that machine, guaranteeing their timely demise. The group ran over there, encouraged by their plan. But when they actually climbed up and looked over the broad machine, a couple of them had second thoughts. They were potentially minutes away from their deaths, after all, and even now their survival instinct was trying to convince them that this was a horrible idea.

Any internal debates over what to do next were abruptly ended as the machine spurred to life. A blue-and-black dragon had taken to the machine and started walking across it. When the micros looked down, they noticed something curious about the belt, as if a pattern was on it. The dragon stepped forward and a cloud of dust and debris rose into the air. It wasn't just a pattern. An entire continent had somehow been superimposed on the treadmill, at a scale vastly smaller than even their own. Whatever was causing this was probably just as capable of shrinking them even further as well. They wanted - no, needed - to end this now. Those micros lined up in front of the dragon's right foot and watched his steps carefully so they could time their jump. If they missed being stepped on they'd just be flung back onto the floor and in the same sort of uncertainty they'd started with. The mouse started keeping time aloud "One, two, one two," he said, matching the left and right steps of their unwitting executioner. Satisfied with the timing, all four creatures simply leapt forward, causing their own tiny imprints of destruction on that map. They looked up at the black sole of the dragon's paw and simply smiled as it came down upon them, shattering their entire bodies in a single, violent step that fulfilled their death wish.

The cardinal's group once again tried to make their way toward the edge of the room where they could be reasonably certain they'd be safe as long as they went unnoticed. If they were seen... well, it wouldn't matter if they were backed into a corner or in the open as they couldn't possibly outrun someone that was a mile or more in height. Still, trying to sprint across the open floor was a frightening thing to do. It was an act of pure faith as they would be defenseless if they were running the wrong direction. They very nearly ducked under the frame of a stationary bicycle when another giant stepped down next to them, missing by just a fraction of an inch. It was the same gold dragon they'd seen earlier. He was looking right down at them.

Now that he'd found something to toy with, Lycaon didn't even bother to speak to the little ones. He licked his thumb and crouched down above them, showing off his crotch and the bulging arousal there. His hand reached down and the saliva-slicked digit ever-so-carefully was dragged across the tiny group, sticking them all to the warm flesh. He considered his options for a moment but, as he was in the middle of a routine, he really didn't want to break his rhythm to deal with these tiny pests. However, they were turning him on, so he assumed that would be a good enough place to put them for now. He firmly groped his balls for a moment and simply left the group of micros stuck to his musky flesh for the rest of the morning. Every time he moved the balls swayed slightly, keeping the micros quite disoriented. Escaping would have been suicidal; a drop that far to the floor would be lethal unless physics worked differently here. It was difficult to judge time in this rather ridiculous position but it certainly felt long enough.

Though Lycaon had intended to save those tiny playthings for later, gravity seemed to have other plans. The saliva was beginning to dry out and the musky ball sweat was not nearly as adhesive. The peril was not obvious to the group until the cardinal who suggested this lost his grip and fell. The others could only watch as the avian tried desperately to flare his wings and support himself in the air but, thanks to all the heavy sweat that had soaked into his feathers, he was not nearly as buoyant in the air as expected. The micro barely slowed his fall as he plummeted to the floor and landed on it in a heap, breaking his entire body in an instant. That left four very scared creatures clinging to a set of gold dragon balls, even as they were coated in sweat and marked in musk. The group was used to hiking and some light climbing, but actually clinging to flesh without equipment was something they'd never trained for. Two more of those gnat-sized creatures fell off before Lycaon finished his workout and returned to the locker room to make use of his remaining playthings.

When the gold dragon discovered he had only two micros left at his disposal he scowled. They couldn't even stick to his nuts for a while? How did creatures that weak ever manage to evolve in the first place? No matter. He could at least use the two of these for a while. He grabbed one of them between his fingers and rubbed that tiny creature against his swelling cockhead, using the micro's struggles for stimulation. The tiny bear felt like he was being smothered by a hot, fleshy pillow with the way that cockhead engulfed his head, thanks in part to the dragon's grasp upon him. The other micro - a turtle - was still on Lycaon's balls and only looked up in fear as the dragon's dick rose further and further overhead, covering the little one in its shadow. That fear was quite the aphrodisiac to the dragon and, once his shaft was fully hard, he took his first toy and casually stuffed it feet first into his cumslit. With one finger he worked the bulge down his length, toward his balls, until the last remaining micro was staring at a bear-shaped bulge directly in front of his face.

"Oh, don't worry," Lycaon said, mocking sympathy for the bug-sized creature. "You can help get him out of there by getting me off." The micro wasn't about to have a choice in that matter anyway. Lycaon grasped his balls in his left hand, making sure the green-shelled creature was caught under his thumb. He casually rolled him around, ensuring the tiny thing was once more covered in sweat, while his right hand worked over that towering rod of dragoncock. The turtle's body was manipulated with ease, tucked in between the heavy orbs of the gold male's sac, and then simply crushed as the dragon clenched his fist for a moment. That was the last bit of stimulation he needed to get off; his cum splattered against his chest and slowly oozed down toward his stomach. Somewhere amongst all that heavy dragonseed was the bear from earlier but the dragon simply let him suffer and eventually within that goo. The giant then made his way to the shower to clean himself up.

Insole

Kusako was one of the more unusual choices for the gym. The ten-foot-tall silver dragoness was certainly a force to be reckoned with even before getting chosen to participate in the demon's little games. She was as beautiful as she was powerful, both feminine and ferocious. Her signature attribute, however, meant she was not a popular workout partner in the gym: She stunk. Even when she was fresh from the shower one could notice her scent from halfway across the room. By the end of a full workout it was unwise to be within arm's length unless one was holding their breath. It often meant she was devastating to micros before she even touched them. While the other giants certainly had their musks and scents of various potency, Kusako's aroma was downright toxic. While fully clothed it was tolerable to anyone reasonably close to her size; if she were nude or you were smaller things quickly became hazardous.

This is exactly why Konf sound himself getting queasy as he cowered against the side of the silver dragoness's shoe. The micro had dealt with some pretty foul things in his lifetime but this was almost beyond comprehension. The scent was bad enough before Kusako slipped the shoe on but, now that her foot was there, the fresh dose of sweat augmented the stale fluids already baked into the fabric. Konf felt as if he was going to vomit but it had been too long since his last proper meal for his stomach to do more than simply clench in protest. When the dragoness started to walk he started to get dizzy. Within two footsteps he'd fallen out of that seemingly safe hole in the side of her shoe and found himself underneath her instep, looking way up at the sole above him. Things were hard enough to see, but he soon realized that it was practically basted in its own juices. She was sweating profusely and, despite the efforts of the micro to get noticed, all he did was end up coating himself in more of that disgusting fluid.

All the while, the dragoness walked onward. Things seemed to spin around at a dizzying rate when Kusako stepped forward. When her foot lifted, Konf was pushed tightly against the swampy insole, basting his front in a fresh layer of sweat. When she stepped down again, he was sent hurtling back against the foot itself and nearly got stuck to her arch on more than one occasion. When her body impacted the ground the sound caused Konf's body to reverberate, usually freeing him for a brief moment. His body was starting to tingle, almost burning. Was Kusako that hot? Konf couldn't tell if he was sweating or not, thanks to the copious amounts of fluid that drenched his entire body. Though she was uncomfortably warm to some the micro-dragon's fate was going to be considerably worse than that. His scales were starting to wither from the toxins built up in that dragoness' fluids, which make things even more painful for him. He realized too late what was happening and, though he tried to get up and take shelter against the inside of the shoe once more, everything was too damp with sweat and he couldn't free himself from that mercilessly massive foot. Fluids started to splash around him now and he slid dangerously close to the ball of her foot. When he involuntarily screamed out of fear of being crushed a droplet of that vile fluid violated his mouth, burning away his tongue within seconds. The rest of his body was suffering similar damage. It was getting quite difficult to even move about as his legs and arms were practically melting away before his eyes. Then a splash of sweat hit him in the face and blinded him. Her stink was becoming somewhat less offensive, but that was only because his olfactory nerves had finally burned out, leaving him unable to smell anything at all. His body finally shut down from the accumulated damage, which allowed the pain to finally stop.

Despite being dead, however, Konf felt suddenly and strangely aware of his continued existence. He could actually see once again and saw the sad, bruised, liquefying lump of his body as the silver dragoness just casually walked around on a beautiful day. She never even noticed as she'd snuffed out a tiny creature and now, just by being herself, she continued to torment him in the afterlife. The shoes had been magically enhanced to contain that lethal smell and, apparently, it had just as much of an effect at containing the souls of anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped within them. Konf was able to move about, floating in the air, but he also couldn't exert the slightest amount of force against Kusako's body now; he was truly just a passenger. His only hope was that she'd get where she was going, take off her shoes, and allow him to pass into the next life without further incident. Unfortunately for him the dragoness's stench was so foul that even his supposedly immortal soul was left to suffer from it. He started to feel weak once again as his energy was slowly but surely drained away from him. Staying out from beneath the foot was a tremendous effort, then soon impossible; he fell beneath it again, face first against the insole. His body seemed to warp as it was immersed in that hot, briny, liquid stench. His soul itself literally melted from the foulness of her paw, soaking into bottom of her shoe as just another tiny stain upon it.

Meanwhile, while Konf was suffering the effects inside one shoe, Osimaret's magic had summoned an entire city into the other one. The metropolis was filled with skyscrapers and gridlocked city streets and ten million people all too busy going about their business to give even a single fuck about anything else happening in the world around them. They were used to the night; the darkness of being inside a giant shoe didn't even phase anyone. The smell was noticeable almost immediately, causing a few people to become ill, then a much greater number did. The emergency services switchboard lit up with complaint calls about the stench; people just assumed it was a hazmat spill with wind blowing it their way. In a sense they were partially right; Kusako's sweat was about as hazardous as materials come. Those micros looked around for a source to the smell when they really should have been looking up. They might have seen the dragoness's foot lowering into the shoe as she put it on and had one chance to actually witness the silver is all of her terrible glory.

Kusako, relative to this city, was at least a hundred miles tall. Each of her toes was larger than a dozen city blocks. It took time for the word to spread even in this well-connected town. Something terrible was happening. Aliens, perhaps? Is that why they were noticing that strange smell? But the 'ship' in the air was almost unimaginably large. The only way one of those tiny creatures could see it all is if they were on a rooftop. After seeing it a few thought the shape did indeed bear a strange resemblance to a foot, but that was too weird to actually be plausible, right? A single droplet of sweat oozed off one of the giantess's toes and crashed down in a densely populated residential area. Those that screamed in pain simply were rewarded with dying a couple of seconds faster. To such tiny creatures, the dragoness's toesweat was as lethal as Fluoroantimonic acid, causing their bodies to vaporize near-instantly. The buildings didn't fare much better as they, too, had their foundations eroded and ultimately imploded, collapsing into the toxic slime on the ground and trapping a few more micros in the rubble.

That first act of destruction was enough to send the entire city into a full-blown panic. A mere droplet of toesweat drove millions of people to fear for their lives and Kusako hadn't even finished putting her shoe on yet. Some people correctly figured out they needed to get to higher ground if they wanted to survive, lest they get trapped beneath one of the toes or the dragoness's heel. Others simply made their way for the lower terrain, hoping they could commit suicide by dragonpaw without having to endure another minute in this toxic hell. Still others simply found a nice, high window to jump out of and killed themselves, rather than leaving it up to chance as to whether or not they'd survive. Kusako's foot descended steadily and then... impact. The insole squished under the weight of the dragoness's foot, but the sheer volume of sweat in that fabric provided some small amount of cushioning. The micros were simply too small to get crushed immediately; they found themselves mired in that mix of old sweat and new, left awash in that vile blend of fluids. The last thing they felt was the slimy sole of the foot coming down upon them, the damp fabric at their back pushing them against it, and then an intense burning across their entire body before it faded away to nothing at all.

For the remaining micros things were just going to get worse. They were relatively safe beneath the arch of her foot, as little weight settled there, but they also were still inside the shoe of a dragoness who could kill with her smell alone. The atmosphere itself was becoming toxic; the formerly unpleasant smell was absolutely debilitating now that the foot was actually where it belonged. Though some of them had a strong enough constitution to resist being sick the first time around, by now everyone had suffered the indignity caused by their bodies trying to reject the poison that hung like a fog. The dragoness's footsteps were just as horrible. Though those micros somehow weren't sent tumbling through the air or across the ground, it did bring literal waves of sweat washing through what remained of the city. Anyone that was actually on the street was washed away in the very first step, engulfed in sweat and carried out to the proverbial sea. Others, in buildings, could just watch in horror as the structures quickly eroded with that slimy fluid clinging to it. The first step didn't destroy anything new, but the next caused a few of the smaller structures to collapse, sending everyone inside to their doom. Another step, another collection of falling skyscrapers crashing and dissolving to nothing upon Kusako's deadly insoles. Within half a minute just one more building remained with a few final micros praying to whatever god or godess might hear them. For them, the only goddess they had now as Kusako and she simply wasn't going to listen. They experienced one final step before they too were sent to their doom, joining the millions of others this titan had snuffed out in just the last couple of minutes.

And above it all, Kusako just whistled to herself as she went down the street, completely oblivious to the horrors happening within her shoes.

Intercourse

Sovrim decided he was going to join Azure in the sauna as it had been rather too long since he'd gotten to enjoy the company of the large dragon. Sure, they'd had sex the week before Azure inducted the hybrid into the Society but that seemed like far too long ago, considering all that had happened since then. The door slowly creaked closed as the hybrid made his way into that steamy chamber and sat down next to the great, muscular dragon. "Enjoying yourself?" The smaller one asked, grinning with amusement.

"You could say that," Azure responded, punctuating his comment by suggestively patting the side of his still half-hard cock. The dragon just leaned back with his thighs spread while he yawned. Sovrim took that as an invitation and moved in front of that exposed crotch, putting his muzzle right up to the dragon's cumslit. Underneath, the few micros still left saw the strangely shaped head moving closer toward them; they were too weak to even cry out in fear when the male started to lick. That warm, slimy tongue certainly got Azure's attention but, rather than dissuading the amphibian, he just rumbled contently and patted the other male on the top of his head. It was a small gesture of encouragement but it was all was needed. Sovrim's used both hands to lift the dragon's cockhead to his face, slowly rolled back the foreskin, and started to drink up the cum that the dragon had fired off just a few minutes earlier. That short time was still enough to enhance the taste, while it was held warm by the heat of the room and of the dragon's body. The micros were mere passengers as that tongue gradually found each and every one of them. They found themselves stuck fast to that agile, sticky, pink appendage, mired in with an untold volume of cum that the hybrid seemed all too happy to guzzle down. He didn't miss a spot as he took several passes over that hot, musky, delicious flesh in front of him. Only after Sovrim had nothing left to drink did he let go of the dragon's cock and stood up in front of the larger male.

"So... wanna fuck?" Sovrim asked. Once again he shot the dragon an infectious smile, trying to look as alluring as possible for the big guy. Azure had to think about that for a moment. They'd had sex before, sure, but that was before Azure added some extra mass to his dick and increased his height. Sovrim hadn't done nearly as much for himself. Would he still fit? It seemed to be worth a try as he hadn't gotten to actually fuck someone his own size since joining the gym either.

The dragon grabbed Sovrim's waist with both hands. He lifted the hybrid up and into his lap without even straining himself, all while churning over the possibilities for him and this willing partner. "Deal, but I'm bringing in some extra company." That was a strange choice of words, thought the hybrid, but the meaning became quite clear once he looked down at the dragon's hardening dick. Trapped by the foreskin were a pair of furs. Those otters - one male, one female - were each barely three inches tall. They clung tightly to each other in the heat of their passion; they'd been in the middle of making love when summoned to this realm. Azure got their attention by simply poking the side of his foreskin with a finger, jarring them out of their mating session and causing them to look up in shock and awe at the two males that now loomed massively above them.

Azure directed the action, gesturing to his smooth-skinned friend. "Get on top," he said, once again patting the heavy shaft that had returned to full erection. It wasn't a command he had to repeat; Sovrim responded by standing with one foot on each of the dragon's muscular thighs and slowly lowered his rear toward the cockhead beneath his ass. His chameleon triggers were kicking in again, transforming his coloration from matching the light wood on the walls to copying the deep blue scales along the dragon's sides. No matter what color he was, though, the otters could only look up nervously as the hybrid's rear slowly descended toward them. The toned muscles curved in toward a tight tailhole that seemed impossibly small for taking such a massive dragon's dick. Musk started to rise into the heated air as well, this time a blend of both male's lusts, which helped drive on their actions. Sovrim was quite careful as he started to rub Azure's thick cockhead against his rear, smearing precum against his body to serve as lube and, in turn, coating the otters with some of that fluid as well.

The tiny playthings could now see nothing around them but the black cockhead of a twenty-foot-tall dragon and the blue butt of an amphibian morph that was only half his size. Even the hybrid was forty times larger than them and his ass seemed like it could devour them whole without him having to try. He was, however, going to need a lot of trying if he was also going to get mounted by a fully-hard dragon. Sovrim grunted as he tried to get his body to relax enough to take the dragon's cockhead; the blunt surface was not terribly ergonomic to work with. He grasped just below the head with one paw to keep it steady, trying to get it into him like one might work an oversized dildo. Azure was of no help at all. The bigger dragon was still reclined with both hands behind his head, smirking with amusement at the smaller male trying to ride his dick and the occasional sounds of horror from the much smaller mammals caught in between the two giants.

It took another minute but Sovrim did finally get his body to relax slightly, just enough for him to take in the first two inches of dragoncock. He paused briefly, then started to wiggle his way lower, assisted by gravity. The micros watched in fear as the hybrid's tailhole stretched further, opened around them, and then slipped right over them as well. They were now completely caught in a dark, hot, musky cavern, deprived of sight but left hyper-aware of all their other senses. They could smell nothing but sex, heard the inside of the amphibian's body, felt nothing but the dragon's cock, and could practically taste the lust from the sheer potency of all those other sensations. It was impossible for them to tell just how much further they'd gone inside, though they were vaguely aware of getting pressed deeper as the heat coming from the amphibian slowly increased. Both giants moaned as the dragon's cockhead finally sealed inside the hybrid's ass, sealing the otters to their doom. Azure placed one hand on Sovrim's shoulder and began to press downward, compelling his blue-skinned friend to move down to his knees. The next several inches were easier to take; getting the cockhead in was the tricky part.

While the hybrid focused entirely on testing his limits upon the dragon's shaft, said dragon was formulating ideas of his own. Summoning entire cities seemed to be the best thing to do; those little ones could still at least tell what they were looking at when a giant filled the sky but they remained much too small to even hope they could get away. One city was summoned and placed all around the base of his cock. The citizens could possibly see Sovrim's feet, if they looked far enough into the distance, but Azure's throbbing shaft speared into the heavens above their city and guided their view up to the rear of the smaller-but-still-enormous male gradually lowering himself toward them. Another, much smaller village was deposited on Sovrim's cockhead and left bouncing with each movement the hybrid took. He wanted to paw himself off but Azure stayed his hand to ensure the micros would survive at least long enough to recognize where they were and just how horribly fucked over they were. A third cityscape ended up between Azure's pectorals, almost lost in the black valley of those vast muscles. Those citizens, if they looked up, could actually see the entirety of Sovrim's towering body, glistening slightly in the room's light, blue standing in sharp relief against the lightly colored room.

Though it certainly wasn't easy, Sovrim still managed to make his way down the dragon's cock, causing inch after inch to press inside. The thick shaft still made a small bulge in the hybrid's belly but, somehow, he was able to take it with minimal discomfort. Instead, the sensation of being so completely filled was nearly orgasmic by itself; a heavy spurt of pre burst from the amphibian's shaft and landed just below Azure's chest, terrifying the residents of that massive canyon. "Keep going," Azure intoned, giving his partner some motivation to continue this challenge. From the dragon's crotch, people started to stare nervously at the sky-of-flesh that was continuing to descend, now just a couple miles overhead and closing in fast. To the giants it was merely an inch or two. And in both cases, with one more grunt, Sovrim winced and forced himself to take the throbbing dragoncock to the hilt.

When Sovrim's ass finally reached Azure's groin, the city placed there was subject to all manner of chaos. The suburbs were destroyed in an instant, crushed by the toned curves of a swimmer's butt. But nearer the towering spire of flesh, those people were safe, even if they were now completely surrounded by various surfaces of a giant's body. The light was quite dim but the various surfaces of black scales and blue flesh could still just barely be made out in that strange, sexual atmosphere. Sovrim's hole flexed, causing things to shift about for a moment, but even that simple muscular twitch was enough to get the attention of every one of the million people staring up that the creatures screwing around. With a bit more movement the hybrid was able to press his tailhole right to the dragon's scales. The soft flesh of his anus didn't actually crush anyone; most of the city simply found themselves stuck to it when he moved upward again.

Azure flexed his cock within the hybrid's rear, nearly causing Sovrim to fall forward onto the dragon's body. Another burst of pre flowed freely from that tightly-stretched male's cock; he felt like he was going to cum if he just touched himself for a moment. All that movement was making life extremely difficult for the micros still on the hybrid's cockhead. Their entire world bounced with all that movement, as well as with the steady pulse of the warm ground beneath their feet. Azure held onto Sovrim with both hands and started to gently rock his hips, working a significant portion of his shaft back into the hybrid's body. Both males groaned with pure pleasure. The dragon loved the tightness of having someone half his size to fuck while Sovrim was certainly coming to appreciate having his rear filled by a well-hung guy.

Now that they were fully comfortable, the giants started to move in tandem, Azure's thrusts meeting with Sovrim's own movements down onto that heavy dick. Various growls and grunts echoed through the room, most of them coming from the dragon as he worked himself into a sexual frenzy. Every thrust was harder and faster than the last, until he was practically hammering away at the hybrid's ass. Sovrim winced but took it anyway as the occasional jolts of pain faded into an ever increasing amount of pleasure. The city that was once stuck between the two fucking males was rapidly coming apart. Bits and pieces were broken off and scattered by all that violent movement, as things moved seemingly miles at a time before abruptly stopping and throwing them back the other direction. They were all but forgotten about, except for the energy that they gave, propelling the dragon to a heavy climax.

Roaring with enough force to shake the entire room, Azure grabbed Sovrim's waist with one hand as the muscular beast reached his climax. Hot, thick seed flowed freely into the other male, so voluminous that each spurt caused another bulge to briefly become visible in his tightly-stretched body. The other hand reached up for Sovrim's dick and jerked him off, though the very first touch was enough to destroy the village perched there and got that hybrid to cum as well. Azure helped aim that stream of seed for his chest, allowing it to fall like a creamy rain onto the city tucked away on his chest, completely glazing it in the first seconds, then burying it completely with the next few spurts from the cock in his paw. Sovrim's climax lasted just a few seconds; Azure continued to fire for almost a full minute before his cock stopped spurting cum and resumed just throbbing deep within the other male's body.

"Lick it up," Azure commanded, gesturing to the hybrid's own puddle of cum on his chest. He left his cock deep within the amphibian's ass for now so he could savor that delightful afterglow for as long as possible The task the dragon ordered was one Sovrim was quickly getting used to and something the hybrid really didn't mind. After all, this time he knew he was getting to consume an entire city amongst all that cum. Even if every last micro drowned in his cum it was quite the rush for the otherwise laid back creature. Once he'd slurped up most of the obvious mess, Sovrim started working right along the edges of the scales to get the last little treats off there. That cum was mixed with the musky sweat of the dragon, providing an extra treat for the hybrid to enjoy. With both of their needs satisfied for now, Azure reclined once more and guided Sovrim's head to his chest, pulling him in for a nice, relaxing, afternoon nap.