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Tegon unenthusiastically followed his assigned patrol route, given to him that morning by an equally-bored reptilian superior. However, the anthro dragon had two things working in his favor to brighten his mood: first of all, the garden world on which they were temporarily stationed had all the necessary elements in place for life to thrive. Bulky power armor would not be needed. Instead of standard-issue fused silver boots that were rigid and uncomfortable, he could don his worn but eminently comfortable everyday ones. The black tactical footwear made him sweat, but at the same time worked on all kinds of terrain. As a corollary to the fact his assigned planet hosted life, his sector was filled with luscious trees, each buttressed by thick, inviting trunks. Just the thought of them had a soporific effect. Drowsily checking his radar for friend or foe, he couldn't even see a blip.

"Not like we've found any enemies on this planet," the dragon muttered before crouching down and sitting in the shade of one particularly comfy tree. Reclining in the cool shadow, Tegon quickly fell asleep, having already punched in the code to have his HUD automatically check for anything on the radar.

The world's real threat marched toward his position while the reptile slept, but there was a reason his armor did not sound an alert. To them he was a towering mountain of synthetic material over flesh, too tiny to register on the giant's sensors as a meaningful danger. Even though there was a drastic difference in scale, the miniscule army split apart and charged for the gaps that they could see. Each searched for any way to injure the risk to their homes.

The armed forces split apart into multiple groups, each planning to stop their enemy in different ways. Before them towered the armored form of Tegon, still slumbering in the afternoon light. The first detachment approached the dragon's unarmored head, the obvious place to find a soft spot. The aircraft and armored vehicles fired as they drew closer. Raw firepower rippled over the bare scales and left a vast swath of smoke, smoke that cleared to reveal not even a scuff from what they unleashed. Drawing closer, they were startled as Tegon rolled his head over toward the micro military. Their nerves calmed when they saw his eyes still sealed shut, though panic rose again as the airborne units were ripped from the skies. The pilots looked on as they were dragged into the dark cavern of the giant's nostril. Most were caught in the slime within, while others were taken to his lungs and battered to death. The ground units rushed closer to get out of the hurricane, getting near a dark cliff side. They were anything but safe as the obsidian mountain opened and let forth a slick surface that plucked them from the ground. Tegon merely licked his lips, but for the specks it was a terrifying assault as they were pulled into darkness. They were tossed about and left to drown in the titan's spit, the armored tanks becoming tombs as the crews could not leave. The survivors were drawn into the vast throat as Tegon swallowed unconsciously, sending the powerful army to die in his belly.

The armies were too far apart for radios to be of any use, so the remaining troops did not know that the first assault had failed. The second battle force charged toward the armored boots of Tegon. A small gap between the leg and footwear was but an unnoticeable crack for the dragon, but to the micros it was a massive cavern entrance. Outside, aircraft landed and their crews disembarked, as the ships would have difficulty maneuvering inside. Every one of the soldiers and tanks rolled into the darkness, and headlong into the first challenge the unknowing dragon threw at them. The men and women hacked and coughed as a musky stench rolled over them while the vehicles took point. Their operators tried, with little success, recirculating the air to keep out the odor. Venturing inside led the armored column into the second line of attack from their enemy. Tegon had traveled a long distance in the heat and his body was drenched in sweat. Rolling lakes mired the tanks, leaving the crews trapped as the fluid made its way through the cracks in the armored hulls. Many of them drowned before the foot soldiers got them going again. Reaching the heel of the boot was tiring in the heat of the massive being's body, leaving many to stand by the vehicles and assist them in assaulting the bare scales. The still-strong troopers gathered every explosive they had and began climbing up the sole. Even with the firepower they had sent against the thinnest scales on the dragon's vast body, they did nothing but irritate the dozing reptile. Without even waking, Tegon ground his heel into his boot, leaving the troopers screaming as a green wall mashed them into a fine dust.

The elite, still climbing, looked down at their fallen brethren and knew only hatred for their foe. Reaching the summit between the towering toes, they rushed to the base of one. They dumped the explosives they had into a pile before running to the opposite digit. With a quick flick of the detonator, a massive pressure wave rolled over the survivors along with a deafening boom. Looking at the location they saw nothing. Not even a mark at what would have felled one of their skyscrapers. Screams erupted from even the hardened troopers as green walls fell in towards them, grinding them to paste as Tegon wiggled his toes at a pleasurable tickle.

The general of the final group looked over the armored mountain before his forces as they approached. The other assault forces had gone for the obvious places. Too easy. His own went for somewhere far from usual. The titan was a male, and any man had one place they protected more than any other. Crews abandoned their vehicles as they neared the base of the dragon's tail. They would be useless within. Every soldier gathered as much explosives as they would carry, leaving behind weapons and other supplies that would not be needed to save on weight. When everyone was ready, the general had his forces climb into the gap at the tail base.

Within the darkness, heat assaulted the group as they climbed the scaled ground toward the cliff face that led to their target. Before they could make it, they reached the first obstacle the attack had to bypass. Wrinkled skin pulsed and flexed; the anus was nearly the primary target, but the general's advisory council had gone against it. They had said it would be too difficult to damage and retreat from while avoiding the bottomless depths it hid. Crawling around it and up the gap between the thighs was hard on the troops. Yet they persevered, making it to the next defense the macro had. His bulging sack filled the gap and was covered in thin, soft scales that proved unbreakable for even the elite soldiers. Tegon suddenly, minutely shifted in his sleep, but it was an earthquake to the specks. The tank operators lacked the capability to hold onto the male's slick taint and with a cry several slipped. They traveled down the natural crevice until they landed on slick flesh.

Looking about with their lights, they made out the sphincter they had avoided before, and much to their dismay, it took notice of their weight. With a slight shifting, the walls clamped and crushed several. A rookie, managing to stay alive, scrambled as he felt his legs flatten. He clambered for safety and only found a hard plastic shape, a shape he should not have grabbed. Up above, the soldiers were startled as an orange explosion blossomed below them. Tegon groaned and squirmed about as a teasing heat was felt against his rump. On his balls, the troops screamed as the ground they clung to slammed into muscled thighs and left swaths of crushed remains. The general shouted for his troops to move forward, rallying them to get to safety. On the plateau of the giant's groin, they first laid eyes on their destination: the canyon of the male's vent.

Within they could see the tip of his shaft, their primary target, and quickly they all climbed the sticky skin. When they reached the vast urethra, they gathered the bombs into a pile much like their vanquished predecessors before launching it in deep. They waited in silence as it sunk in before a rippling explosion shook them to their knees. But it was not a ripple of pain. Tegon moaned as a tingle of pleasure hit him. The soldiers watched, unnerved, as the giant began his counterattack. The slit yawned wide as a blast of clear goo shot forth, covering them all in a thin layer. Few even had the chance to drown as they realized the cock was growing and the armored ceiling was getting closer. They were all smeared between flesh and metal as Tegon woke up completely from an uncomfortable feeling.

The dragon's shaft was squeezed by his groin and it took all the counting and unsexy thoughts he knew to just calm himself until his erection withdrew. Glancing onto the HUD at his clock, Tegon groaned as he realized he had only managed 45 minutes of sleep. He got up and back onto his patrol route while complaining to the air how his boss knew no sentients were even on this planet. Step by step, Tegon moved along in hope he could go back home soon and have some real fun. Step by step, he ground the most powerful army the natives had ever assembled to dust.