FSE

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Harvesting planets is not as easy as it sounds. The saurian had learned that the hard way. After going through all the trouble of cleansing the planet of native fauna and flora, it was all too often discovered the planet was not capable of sustaining saurian life long term. What a waste of resources! Because saurian were many things, but wasteful was not one of them.

What were saurian, you ask? The saurian were a reptilian species, or at least, appeared to be. There was no canon in regards to their biology, so everything about them was purely an assumption through observation. Although saurian height varied from subject to subject, they were all truly colossal creatures, towering over all other species in all the universes they had graced. If one were to lay eyes upon them, and could suppress the surge of fear that came from staring at something so monolithic, perhaps that man would call the saurian "feral." Indeed, their savage features, hunched posture, and stocky build gave them something of an animalistic quality, quite unbecoming of a species that had obtained such a level in rocketry and biological engineering.

Returning to the subject of planet harvesting, saurian scientists eventually devised a method to test planets that was both cost and labor efficient. After clearing the native fauna of a planet, it was a professional harvester's job to "plant seeds." These seeds were biologically engineered for adaptability, high birthrate, and most importantly: complete and utter subservience to the saurian species. These aspects were implanted deep into the seed's DNA, so generations would pass but these traits would always remain buried deep. The biology of the seeds was close enough to saurian for their needs, while different enough to avoid unethical practices. While the seeds were left to grow on the various planets, the saurian tended to other matters, and after a few million years, the saurian returned to see what the seeds had gotten up to.

If, after a few million years, these seeds were no longer growing, it meant the planet was not fit for the saurian, and nothing of value was lost. A new crop of seeds were planted. It was the saurian's hope that after a few more million years, the planet may naturally terra-form into something suitable. On the other hand, if the seeds were thriving, it meant the planet could most likely sustain saurian life, and it was time to harvest. Oh, how excited Rath grew when he was given the coordinates of a planet that needed to be cleansed. Like a child, eager to open presents on his birthday, he would set the coordinates and then speed off through the galaxies to reach the designated world.

No one cared how a planet was cleansed, just as long as it was done thoroughly. The easiest way was orbital bombardment, as long as one was careful not to go too far and render the planet inhospitable. Another option was releasing chemicals into the atmosphere. It would take care of the infestation, and after a few weeks, usually burn itself out, though this too had the risk of damaging the planet's atmosphere and rendering the entire effort moot. Orbiting high above the target planet, with the press of a button, Rath could release any number of unpleasant fates upon the world, but where was the fun in that? Chugging down his third bottle of water, he rose from his seat on spaceship's bridge and headed for the teleporter. When he got there, his partner, Ganos, was already waiting.

Describing our protagonists, Rath was olive green in color, with a beige chest, nothing elaborate or particularly noteworthy. His feet were large, with toes the size of trucks. These feet needed to be massive, even in relation to Rath's size, to support the thick, tree-trunk like legs and haunches, and significant weight of his torso. His chest was deep and thick, lacking defined musculature but one could never call him "fat." Large arms stretched out of his shoulders. These arms, like his legs, were toned and impressive, and long enough to reach any part of his body, even if he had stretch. His head was distinctly reptilian, perhaps even dinosaur-like, with an overall rectangular shape, narrowing towards the snout. His tail, which was stretched out behind him, was thick enough to provide an efficient counterweight when one considered his hunched stance, and could also be used as a weapon in combat. Beneath his tail was a firm rump, larger than perhaps would seem logical considering the rest of his proportions, but such is only the evaluation of one not of his species. It should be noted, Rath was considered quite the looker by other reptiles.

If one looked very, very closely at Ganos, and again could suppress the rush of fear on one's spine, they might notice that he was not quite the same as Rath. Instead of olive, Ganos was red with darker stripes running down his back. He, like most saurian, maintained a dull, earthy shade rather than anything vibrant. His belly was milky white, which aided in displaying the definition of his chest. Although the same size and mostly the same build as Rath (and possessing the same magnificent backside) his head was what marked him as a different race compared to his friend. His snout was more blunted, comparable to a human with a pug nose, if Rath was a human with a hook.

I would fail at my duty as a storyteller if I failed to draw the obvious comparison between our protagonists and the terrestrial dinosaurs the reader is familiar with. Indeed, Rath bore a striking resemblance to a tyrannosaurs rex, and Ganos resembled a carnotaur. Of course, even if their size was not considered (they were at least twice the size of the largest dinosaur to ever walk the earth), they were not quite perfect replicas of the now extinct species. There were minor differences in the shape of their head, the length and proportions of their limbs, and most strikingly; their testicles. A pair of truly magnificent orbs hung down between their thighs at all times, never retreating into their sheath.

Returning to our protagonists, Rath had known Ganos since childhood, and performed countless harvesting operations with him. The jump down to a world was nothing new, and Rath had the utmost faith in the ship's technology. The stories he was told in training, about a jumper who ended up at the bottom of the ocean, were just for kicks. And it wasn't as if the human seeds could pose a threat. They were hardwired not to lift a finger against a member of the saurian species. Of course, occasionally there was a human who found a way around this hardwiring. If the human brain was somehow damaged, and incapable of perceiving a member of the saurian as a member of the saurian, they could attack, but those psychological dissonances were rare. Generally, there was nothing to fear during these operations. That did not stop Rath from reaching his hand out, and gently gripping Ganos' hand. Ganos made no indication of noticing, save a gentle squeeze back.

The white glow of the teleportation overtook their vision. Despite thirty two cleansing operations prior to this, all requiring jumps, and thirteen additional jumps in training, Rath had not grown accustomed to the awful tingle the white glow left beneath his scales. When he felt his feet plant firmly upon the ground, and then sink into the cement street, he gave his body several furious shakes to try to throw off the shiver. When at last the white blobs faded, and his normal vision returned, he found himself in the very heart of a bustling human city. Just outside the ring of obliteration the jump's energy had caused, the city Ganos and he had landed in remained perfectly intact. With the eagerness of a child, Rath walked right up to the closest office building and measured himself compared to it. Although human seeds were fairly uniform throughout the many galaxies, mutation and evolution occasionally yielded abnormalities. Sometimes the seeds were only the size of ants to a saurian, other times they were the size of large rodents. He crooned with delight when he found, standing straight and on his toes, he was taller than the building, which meant the humans would be a nice, manageable size, perhaps an inch or two compared to him.

Members of the saurian had little trouble with nudity, and usually settled for nothing more than a tight "groin plate" of sorts, that kept their sheath protected from outside contaminants. These groin plates were efficient in their protection duties, but far from comfortable. Strolling back into the center of the desolate ring his landing had caused, Rath began to eagerly tug his uncomfortable covering. "Humans," he shouted, his great and powerful voice booming through every inch of the city, if not the entire state. "Come to the street."

It was best to use short, easy commands when dealing with seeds. The more that was said, the greater a chance the humans had of resisting, since the orders could get lost in the context. Three words, four at the most, was preferable to a string of orders. The humans who heard Rath's booming voice had no choice but to obey. It was how they were hardwired, after all. Of course, they didn't know this tragic fact, so what terror must have settled in their hearts as their feet moved, despite the majority of their brain desperately telling them to remain still. Sobbing and gripping doorknobs or walls in a desperate hope to remain anchored to the spot, humans gradually filled the street before the massive space dinosaurs. Waiting for all the humans to emerge would take too long, so when there was a decent enough group, Rath and Ganos began.

Lacking extreme dexterity in their arms, the saurian simply compensated as needed. The groin plates that the two reptilian titans wore, for example, "clipped" onto the scales and bones of the hips, instead of relying on a string or cord that would be difficult to tie or undo. The groin plate maintained pressure on the sheath, and kept the erection at bay, no matter how engorged it desired to grow. With the groin plate removed, however, the erections quickly pressed their way out of the tight lips and hung heavy.

I would like to take a moment to explain in detail what the erections of our protagonists were like, as they will be an object of prestige and affection in the pages to come. Rath's penis was vaguely human in its shape. Topping a thick, powerful shaft were bulbous glans, the diameter of a jumbo jet. The glans sharpened gradually into a spear point, though the slit was wide and the penis could never be described as slim or slender. Of the two, Ganos was the better endowed. While Rath's penis grew lean at the head, Ganos' engorged and then flattened into a veritable battering ram.

"I drank three bottles of water," Rath said, as his rough hands gingerly gripped his erect penis. The penis sprang to life at the touch, but as if soothing a wild beast, a few rubs calmed it down.

"Three bottles?" Ganos chuckled. "I guess I one upped you."

The group on the ground was steadily filling in, despite the whimpers and cries of protest erupting from the collected mass. They screamed and babbled in utter disarray, more concerned with their inability to move than the two dinosaurs, lording their huge cocks overhead. Rath's deep, throaty sigh did catch their attention however. A quiet chill rushed over the crowd as they feared what would come next. A moment later, a geyser of dark yellow urine rushed out of the engorged tip of the cock and washed forward. With the strength of a firehouse, the spray of amber cut a large gash in the crowd, knocking humans back or to the sides. The strength of the spray was so intense, there were spots where the concrete ground ruptured and showed a gash.

The humans who had been hit by the spray, most still alive but soaked in the sickly yellow, barely had time to wipe the salty fluid from their eyes before a burning pain overtook them. Those utterly drenched were blessed. Their demise was intense with agony, but at least only lasted brief seconds before their flesh had been liquefied by the acidic urine. The worst off were those sprayed by the fine mist yellow. Sprinkled instead of doused, they had to endure a slow, painful demise as the acid took effect.

A shiver ran down Rath's spine. He had been drinking all those fluids, and holding a full bladder for at least an hour. His cock, stuffed inside his sheath and unable to get out with the groin plate tightly compressing it, had actually begun to hurt. He now could savor the pleasure, as his cock was free to stretch and breathe, the pressure slowly left his bladder, and of course, there were the screams down at his feet.

Technically, his order had been to enter the street, so he was not surprised when a savvy bunch of humans began pressing towards the sides, away from the murderous flood that was rushing down the center. Clenching his muscles, he slowed the stream of urine to a halt. Adjusting his standing, he aimed his cock where the group was densest, and relaxed. A rush of yellow landed right in the midst of humanity at the side, crushing several humans under the weight of the stream. He carved a line up the group, and then back down, before clenching his muscles and once more cutting off the murderous hose.

"You need some help with that?" Rath asked, gazing down at Ganos' shaft. Despite the painful throb that was running through it, and the funny groins that escaped Ganos' lips, he seemed incapable of getting started. Leaning down on his long neck, Rath puckered his lips and let out a cooling blow. He quickly lifted his head as Ganos' cock spurted to life, and a massive stream washed over the street.

To the humans, it was the most horrible display they had ever imagined. To the space dinosaurs, it was little more than a game. They would aim at the sides of the street and spray, corralling the panicked mass back into the middle. Cutting off the stream of urine, they would adjust their aim, and once more spray up the center. With both the poisonous urine and the remains of the humans who had melted, the street was slick and hard to traverse. If the dinosaurs noticed a particularly savvy survivor among the gore of humanity, remaining on his feet and avoiding the toxic puddles of yellow, they took turns shooting for him or her, until the whole street was only a sickly tarn.

Rath shook his penis gently, sighing with relief as the near painful weight on his bladder finally disappeared completely. He reached beneath him, as far as his arm could go without strain, and gently brushed his claws over his heavy, hanging testicles. While most of his body was covered in dense plates, his testicles only wore a thin, fine, smooth layer. Rath's fingers moved over his thick, muscular thighs, and over his groin. When his belly rumbled, he gave it a few pats.

Ganos was still spraying a sea of the poisonous urine into the street. The tide of foul yellow washed through the ground floor of the buildings that flanked the street, melting those who were still under orders to exit their homes. After giving him an affectionate pat on the backside, Rath began to walk the opposite way, drawing circles in his rumbling belly.

"Roof," he grumbled, his voice booming and making glass shatter and crack. "To the roof," he said again.

Although his penis was eager for affection, it would have to make do with what his hand could provide. His belly was empty, and that came first.

He was careful with how he carried himself. An idle whack of his tail or wiggle of his impressive hips would collapse any number of the buildings that surrounded him, and that would mean a whole building of treats lost. Although stepping on the vehicles, or people who were still under the orders to enter the street, was pleasant, he kept himself from jumping at the pressure on his soles.

Gradually, the roofs of the city filled with occupiers. They crammed themselves as far onto the narrow squares as they could, some tumbling over the edge as they were pushed from behind. In fact, bodies began to tumble off the various roofs at a steady pace, as all the occupants of the buildings struggled to obey the order. Rath shook his head. "Stop," he boomed. "Honestly, you are like dealing with impatient children. No, no, it's my own fault. I must be careful with what I say to you, after all. Oh, yes, in case it had not occurred to you, you must do everything I say. I would give you some example, make you perform some demeaning action or murder your best friend, but that's too much of a waste."

Like rolling thunder, Rath's belly reminded its master of its empty state with a loud grumble. Rath gave it one final pat, before skimming over the buildings. At last his eyes settled on one that was just a little taller than him in his normal posture. If he lifted to his toes, he could see the building's roof, and was delighted it was absolutely chock full of tasty treats.

"All on this building. Jump into my mouth," he said.

Squatting slightly, and turning his head to the side, he rested his left cheek against the mirrored façade of the building. With his snout pointed to the sky, he parted his jaws, revealing the pink, slimy tongue and pulsating innards. Although he closed his eyes, he mentally counted the seconds that passed: two seconds to climb over the roof's railing, another second or two where the will to survive almost overrode the internal programming. The programming was too strong of course.

Three dainty weights plopped against his large tongue. Stretching his tongue far out, he formed a plummeting slide for the little morsels to ride down, until disappearing into his black throat. More plops followed. They started three at a time, then moved to four, until finally, five humans were throwing themselves off the roof all at once. The humans were so miniscule, he mostly could not feel their travel, though their taste lingered on his taste buds. Occasionally, a little hand stroked against his pulsating throat muscles, or fingers dug into his taste buds in a desperate bid to somehow survive. After all, his orders had simply been to jump into his mouth, not down his throat. He was impressed at their ingenuity, but no matter how good a grip the little scrapper had, it never lasted. Others, desperate to survive as well, gripped onto the survivor. Rath was actually happy when that happened, because if enough clung to his tongue, he got a fairly good mouthful. Flicking his tongue, he easily dislodged the entire group, and enjoyed a rather pleasant bulk rolling into his stomach.

"Stop," Rath ordered. A few humans who had already been prepared to jump slipped off the roof. Rath rolled his eyes.

Turning to the other buildings, Rath simply said, "the street." Turning back to the building and lifting onto his toes, he positioned himself so his lower lip was resting on the roof's edge. "On my tongue," he said, before rolling the great, muscular, pulsating appendage out of his gargantuan maw.

There was no shortage of sobs and screams as the humans began to climb the red carpet, using the taste buds to aid them. Because of the odd shape of his head, he could not see the roof past his large snout, so he simply had to judge when he felt enough humans standing inside his maw. When perhaps fifty or sixty dainty feet rested on the throbbing appendage, he very slowly brought his tongue into the warm, humid cavern of his mouth. Tilting his head up, he gulped suddenly, and brought the full mass of humanity into his throat. His muscles were stretched pleasantly, and his throat was so packed he actually found he could not breathe through the squirming bodies. Gasping as best he could, he gulped again, and forced the squirming bulk deeper down his esophagus. Squatting down at the building he stood before and examining his reflection in the polished windows, he marveled at his throat's stretch. To his disappointment, the bulge was quickly growing smaller as individual bodies plummeted down the slick slide and to his belly. A third gulp and he found he could breathe again. A pleasant, writhing weight settled in his stomach.

The streets were quite full by the time Rath turned his attention back to them, and they were getting fuller by the moment, as humans poured out of the surrounding buildings.

"Nice and dense," he said. "Center of the street. Pack dense."

Rath was patient as he loomed over the mass. Only when he couldn't even see the street through the sea of bodies did he decide there were enough gathered before him. Bracing himself on a building to his side, he lifted his foot and swung it ominously over the group. For emphasis, he paused after each word he said next, so there could be no confusion among the slaves: "Do not move."

Toes wiggling cutely, his foot very slowly descended. Rooted to the spot as they were, the humans had no choice but to stare at the monolithic sole, only growing impossibly larger as it descended upon them. Many did lift their hands to hold the great weight at bay. For several cruel moments, Rath enjoyed lording his sole over the mass, actually letting them believe perhaps they could hold it up, only to bring it down with crushing force. The bodies were liquefied in moments, and the blood washed over those that surrounded the now gore drenched foot. He did not savor his second step. Instead, while the humans were still in a daze at losing a hundred of their fellows, he slammed his other foot down onto the street.

Despite his feral appearance and the thick scales that covered his body, Rath's feet were surprisingly soft. Not soft like a pillow, to be sure, but they had just a little bit of yield, and were by far the most sensitive part of a saurian's body, minus the cock and balls. Walking casually through the dense sea of humanity, Rath felt his testicles stir and his stiffening penis grow painfully harder. He idly rubbed it as he walked to the very center of the street and planted his feet firmly. Lifting his large, thick tail and bending over, he displayed his ample backside to those behind him, who had been spared being stepped on and may have fancied themselves safe.

Pressing out of the covering of the scales, the muscles in his legs looked like the taut cords of a suspension bridge. Although far from fat, his buttocks were just a little large for his shape, and jiggled when he shook his hips in a teasing manner. Leaving his feet and falling backwards, he landed with an earth shattering crash. His hindquarters sank into the ground and squashed any unfortunate to be caught beneath into paint. There were many, however, housed just between the massive glutes and pressing right against his crack. Slickness under his heavy balls made him purr as he got comfortable, and stretching his legs out in front of him, he carelessly crushed dozens beneath his thighs. As his eyes slowly closed and he settled on his seat of gore, he wiggled his toes and muttered only two words to the thousands rooted in attendance, "Worship me."

And worship they did. Like good slaves, they began to work on the monolithic feet that stretched before them, or the massive, blood drenched scrotum. Even the humans housed between Rath's large buttocks must have heard the order, because he soon felt the odd, but certainly delightful, touch of little hands on his sphincter and the tender skin of his crack. Every so often, he would splay his anal muscle wide and stretch his pucker forward. When he felt the concrete street on his sensitive ring, he clenched, and drew whatever humans he had caught into the sweltering, twisting tunnel of his bowels.

Rath was well endowed, even by saurian standards. His penis stretched out in front of him like a third leg, and his testicles were a pair of gargantuan orbs barely housed inside the stretched, scaly scrotum. It took some doing, but by gripping one testicle in each claw, Rath managed to hoist his genitals off the street. "Come closer," he asked his enslaved population. "Pack tight right before me."

What choice did the humans have? Their bodies and minds were not their own. They were puppets, unable to resist the commands of their overlord, despite the struggle in their hearts. With zombielike shambles, they stumbled forth, until they were under the shadow that Rath's godlike genitals cast. His testicles were so great, they had actually created a subtle pair of craters in the street. Rath waited until the craters were nearly full, before slowly lowering his great orbs back down.

Those who found the weight of the orbs directly pressing upon them were crushed instantly. They were the lucky ones. Those at the edge of the crater, instead of crushed outright, found themselves smothered beneath the saurian's sack. It was akin to being engulfed in a scaly circus tent. The sheer weight was not quite enough to crush them into jelly, but enough to keep them from inflating their lungs. If, through sheer determination, they did manage to steal a breath beneath the hot, scaly skin, the rolls upon rolls of flesh filled their mouth and they found themselves choking.

Despite his usually passivity when dealing with seeds, even Rath felt a pang of sympathy for the poor little creatures, hopelessly smothered beneath his balls. If their little limbs, beating against his scrotum, didn't feel quite so good, perhaps he would have even considered lifting his balls and letting them escape. Instead, Rath reached forward and gathered a handful of volunteers. He pulled them close, forcing them to pile on top of each other, until they were in his lap, burying his scrotum and penis. Once again lifting his genitals, he scooted forward until he could drop his scrotum onto this new pile, and enjoy the sweet feel of them all crushed beneath his orbs.

Creamy pre began to dribble out of his cock. The humans who had somehow been thrown onto the top of the balls, and attempted to continue their prior directive to worship, watched with horror as the drop of white ran down the long length of shaft. Those humans felt the fluid begin to burn their skin. Their screams were drowned out by the pleasured purr that vibrated out of Rath's throat as he began to happily masturbate.

Perhaps some of you wonder what Ganos was up to, while Rath was having his fun with his thousands of unwilling volunteers.

While Rath enjoyed dominance, there was nothing that Ganos craved quite like a pleasant feeling of full. Of course, given his size and the highly acidic nature of a saurian's insides, fullness was a dream often dancing just out of range. It was only when on a planet like this that Ganos' could properly gorge himself. The dream of full was the only reason he went along with these rather frivolous methods of extermination, which, while not explicitly illegal, were frowned upon by most saurian.

Turning a corner, Ganos found an unbroken sea of humanity filling the street. He took great pleasure in every stomp and squelch the popping bodies gave him as good and warmth bubbled up between his toes. He enjoyed the stomping, to be sure. His cock spurting acid pre onto the mass of humanity beneath him was a testament of that, but he really wanted to be filled. Only when he laid eyes upon a school bus, the stark yellow of its roof attracting his attention, that an idea formed in his mind.

"The bus," he ordered his slaves. An erected finger left no question about what vehicle he was referring to. "All of you, on the bus. Every single one of you."

All the doors on the bus and even the windows opened as the humans began to file onto it in twos and threes. Squatting down over the bus, he watched closely. At first they occupied all the seats, and then they stood in the aisle. Adhering to the orders, they began to pile their little bodies inside, squeezing as tight as they could in the confined space. Little arms, forced out the window, squirmed and flailed madly, as still more bodies pushed inside.

When the bus was so full, those inside were getting pushed out the window by those struggling to get in, Ganos picked the vehicle up with both hands. The bodies were crammed together so tight, a breeze could not slip between them. With one hand, he held the bus, while the fingers of his other hand plunged into the dribbling slit that crowned his cock. He parted the slit carefully, ignoring the rather sharp pain that jolted up and down his throbbing flesh. When widened enough for the bus' warm nose and hood, Ganos gently pressed it against him. The seed that was still oozing out of the slit washed against the bus' rumbling engine, causing steam to lift into the air.

Like the throat of a snake, the cock stretched far larger than an observer might imagine possible. Also like a snake, it was capable of stretching forward suddenly to engulf another meter of prey. The slit gripped onto the bus' sides, squeezing the metal frame tightly. The Plexiglas windows, cracked from the pressure the occupants placed on it, shattered completely as the penis took firm hold. Acidic seed washed through the cracks in the frame and smashed windows, bathing the stuffed occupants in the murderous fluid.

Despite being in the throes of swallowing an entire bus and at least thirty humans, Ganos' erection showed few signs of distortion. It was simply so large, so thick and mighty, no matter how much was stuffed into it, it would never show a sign. As the bus' flashing rear lights disappeared past the slit, its fate was left maddeningly unclear until, at last, its rectangular silhouette appeared pressing out of the swollen balls. Occasionally, a shimmer ran through the taut skin. Perhaps the bus was driving about franticly, or perhaps the saurian's testicles were working hard to digest its occupants. Either way, occasionally a ripple could be seen, disturbing the otherwise tranquil testicles.

Although the bus was a massive lump, Ganos still craved more. He scooped up a great handful of "volunteers" and lifted them to his penis, which stood completely erect in rigid arousal. With the slit still stretched from swallowing the bus, Ganos turned his hands into a funnel and began to pour the humans into the cock by the dozens. Down into the black, they disappeared, only their echoing screams any indication of just how far they were falling. Occasionally, a face desperately pressed against the stretched skin of the scrotum. The face always melted away though, and all and all, the scrotum showed few signs of distortion, even as hundreds of people joined the bus inside the ghastly prison.

Although living, squirming flesh was the most delightful thing to stuff into his penis, gorging himself with vehicles had its own merits. His highly caustic insides could melt flesh in seconds, but the durable frame of a car took several minutes. With his balls shimmering from all the humans, he began to pluck cars, one after another, off the street, and lift them to his well stretched slit. Before stuffing himself, he did peak an eye through the windows. Whether the car was full, or empty, it ended up in the same place. He simply liked to know, and let out delighted croons when the cars had someone inside.

By placing a car into his slit, and then pushing it deeper with another car, he ensured there was a line of blocky vehicles, constantly driving down his slick, fleshy tunnel. One by one, they gorged his crowded balls, which grew thicker and larger to compensate for the added bulk. It took nearly the entire street, but he actually felt a rather pleasant fullness in his scrotum. His sack had been stretched so large, it was a little difficult to walk. Pressing out of the skin were the outlines of his many victims. The scrotum shivered as humans struggled and cars rumbled. With his balls filled, at least for these precious moments, he decided he wanted to fill his other end as well.

Standing before a hip high building, Ganos leaned close to inspect the humans trapped on the roof. Twenty or thirty perhaps. Not many, but not a few either. Though he took a step forward, as if the building was beneath his notice, he displayed his true intentions by lifting his tail and deftly swinging his hindquarters. The wrinkled skin of his anus hovered ominously over the building's roof. Flexing his muscles and spreading his stance, his cheeks parted to give the humans a close look at the rolling flesh of his black bowels. "Do not move," he said, looking over his shoulder. "Do not leap over the side. Stand where you are."

Squatting slowly, and holding a deep breath to keep his anus stretched wide, he slowly brought it down until he could feel the brush of tiny hands on his rim. Reaching back, he cupped his upper thighs and buttocks (or at least the saurian equivalent of buttocks) and pulled them apart. Sliding himself down further, he waited until he had engulfed the entire penthouse floor of the building, and only then allowed his anus to clench sharply. Pushing his cheeks together, he made sure no man or piece of architecture would escape from beneath him. Several clenches of his rolling flesh carried his quarry deeper into the spiraling tunnel of his bowels.

Kicking through the building he had squatted over, as well as the two that flanked it, Ganos cleared the path to an elevated railway that snaked its way through the city. Delicate fingers pinched the railway, scissoring it in two, before a burly fist broke through concrete and metal of the track's left side. Turning and lifting his tail, Ganos gave the city quite a gaze at his large, firm buttocks and huge, hanging cock and balls. He carefully aligned his anus with the new end of the line he had created, working to feel the sharp metal of the tracks brush against his wrinkled sphincter. Squatting on all fours as he was, the limited flexibility of Ganos' neck prevented him from seeing the approaching train. He did not mind though. The thrill of uncertainty was already making his cock leak a steady puddle of seed onto the ruined tracks beneath him.

A heavy roar escaped Ganos as the train rammed into his anus. Due to the train's speed and shape, and the wideness of the saurian's pucker, half the front car slipped into the flexing tunnel of flesh with only a vulgar slurp and the wail of the horn to mark its entrance. Ganos' claws dug into the ground, and his penis spurted hot seed onto the street below. The carnotaur was pleased to go limp for several moments, just savoring the vibrations of the lumpy train crammed inside him. With his trained anal muscles, he began to draw the train deeper and deeper into his vent, several meters at a time. When deep enough, he used two fingers to stuff it the rest of the way inside, before lowering his tail to keep his new toy from escaping. It was a pleasant bulk deep inside him. A shake of the hips made the train slam against his bowel walls, and stars dance before his vision. He hadn't a clue the fate of the humans stuffed inside him, but could not imagine they had survived sharing his bowels with the train.

Spotting Rath in the middle of a nearby street, Ganos stomped over, his heavy footsteps and growls snapping the T-Rex out of his worship induced trance. Rath suddenly looked down at his humans, and found himself bored with the pleasure they were giving. Their little hands, rubbing against his massive testicles and feet, were suddenly not as appealing as they had been moments before.

Ganos walked over to Rath, lifted his tail, and sat down. His legs stretched out and he sat much like the older saurian. In fact, his legs stretched out until their feet were touching, and Ganos quickly interlocked his toes with his friend's, corralling thousands of humans between their massive thighs, and at least three dozen between their warm, squishy soles. The latter group died suddenly as Ganos applied a smidge more pressure, and abruptly popped each one.

"Worship us," Rath said to his slaves. No longer able to access the saurian feet, the slaves instead approached the only erogenous zone in view: the penis and testicles of whichever saurian they felt they belonged to. They threw themselves against the planet sized orbs, rubbing furiously, even when they knew their stimulation was making the murderous shaft drool caustic white.

Ganos smiled. With remarkable care, he scooped a handful of humans out of the sea between them and brought that group to his cock. He deposited these humans on the flat head of his erection, just before the gaping slit. Although the slit had begun to shrink from lack of activity, it was still more than large enough for individual bodies to plummet into if they weren't careful. "Climb in."

The group in his hand began to scream and beg, howling like mad as, regardless of their protest, their feet carried them to the erection. They sobbed and begged for mercy, but one by one they made the leap into the splayed slit, sliding down the bubbling tunnel to join the half-digested remains of the prior group.

"I'll never be full at this rate," Ganos whined, sounding much like an ornery child. "I mean, really full. So full there are tears in your eyes and you just beg to stop. So full you can't even move."

Rath rolled his eyes. "Get on all fours again," he said. "I got an idea."

Unsure what Rath had planned, Ganos nevertheless did as he was ordered, and carefully rolled onto his hands and knees. Rath applied weight to the small of Ganos' back, forcing him lower, until his heavy, hanging erection was buried within the teeming mass of humanity in the street. Whimpers and growls escaped him. The humans squirmed and beat against the column of flesh, either out of fear or some unspoken order from one of their masters.

"All of you," Rath said. Raising his voice, he roared, "All in this city, climb into my friend."

Ganos looked back at Rath, who squatted and scooped up a handful of humans. His long, slender claws held the humans like a cage, keeping them from escaping (not that they could) but showing them exactly what was happening. From their position in the scaly prison, they watched the large hips of the saurian grow exponentially larger, until the size was so massive they could no longer perceive what it was. The hand that held them slipped between the slightly parted cheeks and came to rest against the warm, wrinkled skin of Ganos' anus. Rath rammed his hand forward suddenly, with speed and force that rivaled the doomed train. At the same moment, the humans began to feed themselves into the engorged glans of Ganos, throwing themselves against the slick flesh and squirming their way inside, despite the acidity of the semen that was now trickling steadily out of the tunnel.

Ganos' world was filled with blinding pleasure. Rath's knuckles rammed against the remains of the train, pushing the cool metal shell deeper into the pulsating bowels. When deep enough, Rath deposited his load of humans, and slipped his hand out with a lewd slurp. The ring of muscle clenched on each finger as it was pulled out, and despite having a train and dozen unprotected tinies inside him, Ganos felt horribly empty when he lost the hand.

Rath was reaching down for another handful, when his eye was drawn to something shiny. A long caravan of cars and trucks of various sizes were trudging through the street. "That's good," Rath said with a smile on his odd lips. Stroking his chin with one of his claws, he selected a shiny red sports car from the caravan and lifted it to his eye. The sole occupant was a man. Although disappointed it was so empty, the pleasant, lumpy bulk would still provide pleasure to his friend. Gripping Ganos' left buttock, he pulled aside, and carefully pressed the cool bumper of the sports car against the wrinkled skin. The skin, already stretched from the prior games, splayed wide and quickly slurped the vehicle up, pulling with such force Rath's fingers slipped into the warmth. The pucker tugged at the digits as Rath reclaimed his hand, unwilling to again lose the pleasant bulk they provided.

Rath selected a gray van next, and was delighted to find several humans had crammed themselves inside it. "Thank you," he said, with odd sincerity. "You will do well to please my friend."

The van slipped into the stretched bowels with gentle slickness. In fact, all Rath had to do was place the bumper against the pucker, and the pucker hungrily stretched forward to gulp it up. He developed a rhythm. With his left hand, he reached down and plucked a vehicle off the ground, and passed it to his right hand. His right hand pushed the bumper of the car or truck against the pucker, and worked it in about halfway. Selecting a new vehicle, he used the rear or nose of that one to push the first past the sphincter, so there was a steady line of metal and humanity entering the saurian's bowels, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

As pleasant as that was, it could not compare to what Ganos felt at his front. A line of humanity had formed, and they were all struggling to climb into the slit before them. Although individually, they were bugs, dozens were trying to stuff him all at once, forcing his slit to stretch wide. With the slick acidity that was oozing down the fleshy tunnel, it was only that there were so many humans, pushing, that any managed to squeeze through the full length, into his scrotum.

"Massage it," he whimpered. "Massage me. Some of you, work my balls."

Although a saurian's insides were corrosive, the sheer volume of humanity that was filling Ganos' penis was too much for his seed to handle. Those that felt it their duty to massage their master's heavy, hanging scrotum found a horrid display as they drew closer to the orbs. There were steady ripples shimmering through the skin of the sack, but occasionally the distinct features of a face pressed forward. Locked in a show of horror, the face pressed as far as it could, before being pulled back into obscurity. Delicate human hands rubbed against the balls, massaged them, and tried to keep the shimmers of humanity at bay. But there was no end to the number of humans that would stuff themselves into the penis, and the more it was stuffed, the larger and lumpier the scrotum grew, until it was only a fleshy mass of shimmers and faces.

Ganos' bowels were gorged far beyond capacity as well, yet Rath continued to pluck cars and people up from the caravan and cram them inside. The anus was so stretched, there was little need to stimulate it. Rath simply dropped vehicles in, and occasionally used a wiggling finger to compact them further when they threatened to spill out.

"No more," Ganos whimpered. "I can't... I can't take it. No more."

Rath had selected a large tour bus for the next insertion, but from the whimpers that escaped his friend, he instead set the vehicle back down on the street. Gently cupping Ganos' buttocks, Rath rose to his broad feet and planted them firmly in the ground, crushing little human (and the before spared bus) beneath them, though he barely noticed. "Just one thing more," he whispered.

Rath's erection was thick and hard, and desperate for the smallest amount of affection. Though whimpers continued to slip out of Ganos' throat, he managed a nod of the head that told Rath it was alright. Still cupping the weighty cheeks, and slipping Ganos' tail under his arm so it would be out of the way, Rath parted the buttocks enough to expose the stretched, wrinkled hole. The shining silver of a sports car, the last vehicle stuffed inside, could be seen just past the wrinkled skin, now that the two glutes were pulled apart. Rath pressed forward until his drooling erection was resting against the sport car's bumper, and quickly pushed himself forward.

A pent up spurt of white oozed out of Rath's erection and washed the bowels. The heavy cream bathed cars and men, immediately melting the latter, while the former would only last minutes longer. Spurts rushed out of Ganos' erection as well, melting those inside his cock and those just before it. Rath thrust. The sport car's bumper protested the intrusion. It felt like the driver had even shifted his car into reverse and was trying to back up. Rath rammed again, and again, thrusting the sport car into the other vehicles, compressing the lot of them tighter and flatter, as well as bathing them in the decaying seed he produced. A sea of white was flooding out of Ganos' erection and washing through the street. The humans before him had been given no superseding orders, and still struggled to climb the shaft, despite the ooze of toxicity and flood of white. With them kept at bay, Ganos' body began to breakdown the load housed in his ball, converting the flesh into more seed to spurt. Snarls and snaps slipped out of his lips as he humped against the ground, grinding his erection into the mass before him.

Rath's climax rippled through Ganos' backside, washing whatever remained inside his bowels in a much stronger seed. He squeezed Ganos' magnificent rump cheeks a little as he spurted his load into his friend, occasionally rocking himself forward or back. A steady wave of cream was washing out of Ganos' front as well, turning the street before them into a toxic tarn, just as they had done when they first arrived.

Ganos' flood had cleared the entire street of its population, though he imagined more were already on their way, from the farthest corners of the state. For these moments before they came, he had the chance to catch his breath and breathe the fire out of his lungs. Rath eased his cock back, and gave Ganos' cheeks a few more tender rubs before pulling out completely.

"What's the deadline for this planet?" Ganos asked, giving his balls a mirthful rub. Although empty, they still bore their increased size and sensitivity to touch.

"I may have failed to check in with command before arriving. Tomorrow, we say we just arrived, and we can just nuke the planet from orbit."

"Oh," Ganos whined. "Where's the fun in that?"

"The fun is tonight. Tomorrow, we're back on the clock."

With a heavy grunt, Ganos rolled to his feet. Huffy and annoyed, he turned his back to Rath.

"Don't be such a hatchling," Rath growled. "This is the harvesting season, after all. This is the time of year we go around, and see what crops have bore fruit." He grinned quite wide, which considering his large jaws, was saying something. "And if even half the planets on the list are as fruitful as this, we're in for quite a season."