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(3:54:13 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: One small step for dragon. One devastating leap for mankind.

(3:55:30 PM) Bronzewing: Eh? XD

(3:55:47 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: Was trying to play off the "One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" quote from the moon landing.

(3:55:56 PM) Bronzewing: Well depends on how many would be left alive after he steps down. XD

(3:56:14 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: True, and depends on the size of the dragon too. It's one thing to stomp a city and another to stomp a planet.

(3:57:22 PM) Bronzewing: And if this is just a tiny city in a home or on a planet. Or a planet in space, or one that finds itself in a very very unlucky new orbit near the ground. XD

(4:00:53 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: So there are many variables. But devastating dragon steps are clearly the important thing here. How a single step can obliterate things that may be almost entirely beneath a dragon's notice.

(4:02:35 PM) Bronzewing: And leave many more alive under his arch and between his toes. While the rest get a very close view of his scales. And his scent, and body heat. Possibly aa bit of perspiration as well. But the survivors are forced to live with it after that one innocent step.

(4:10:21 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: Indeed. They might find their homes surrounded by the crater of a dragon's footprint, with his scent lingering thanks to sweat accumulated in the print. A constant reminder of what happened to them and their neighbors, and one that might leave them wondering if he's going to ever come back.

(4:12:10 PM) Bronzewing: Depends on if he just moved into the region or is passing through, in a big way. XD Those poor people left around a massive crater sized footprint. Looking own into what would amount to years of work just to dig out a pit that size. And all it took was the few seconds for some guy to take a step and lift his foot.

(4:14:28 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: A single step and that city's landscape is changed forever. They might just see him walking off into the distance, with a deep rumbling accompanying each meteoric footfall as he slowly disappears over the horizon, wreaking the similar havoc with each step.

(4:23:40 PM) Bronzewing: And leaving them with quite the view of his ass and tail swaying back and forth with each step. Those muscles along his back flexing with every movement he makes. Soles showing off as he lifts for the next killing move.

(4:25:30 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: Soles that are covered in the debris caused by each of those previous, building-smashing steps. Such a large creature would look incredibly powerful too, with muscles showing off his movements, how his body can move those legs and feet when none of those smaller beings could hope to budge it

(4:29:48 PM) Bronzewing: Though he is probably providing a service for all those tiny people under his massive body. Giving them shade and probably dragging along cooler winds when he moves. Plus he leaves them a new lake to fill up for water after a few rains. If they are still around when that happens, and if he doesn't make a return trip.

(4:31:24 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: I don't know about cooler winds, given the heat radiating from his body. The shade would be a thing, but if he's close enough to provide shade, he's probably close enough to warm things up. When those footprints fill in with rains, there might still be a lingering taste of his musk, at least for a long while.

(4:33:57 PM) Bronzewing: May have to learn how to deal with the taste. Or develop a way to remove it. But by then he could make a return visit considering how much water they would have to try and cleanse. Also have to think of what other liquids maybe dripping from his massive body while is passing through as well.

(4:37:55 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: Mmhmm. Perhaps the return trip levels the rest of the landscape, crushing what happened to survive his first visit. And every time people feel something rumbling, even if it's just distant thunder, they'll have to wonder if that dragon has come back to finish what he started.

(4:40:36 PM) Bronzewing: Would be even worse if he happened to come back during a storm, or even at night. His body reflecting what little light there is in a way that it would just glint off various parts. His feet glowing from the lights just before the are turned off forever. The lightning playing along his body in flashes that leave blue trails over what ever color scales he has over his feet and legs.

(4:42:06 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: Or perhaps they wouldn't know at all until it's just far too late. One moment they hear what they hope it just thunder, then the next it feels like the sky itself is falling as his foot comes down, destroying another several city blocks in an instant. At most there would be dim streetlight reflecting off those rain-slicked scales, a sort of final reminder of how insignificant their place in the universe is

(4:46:08 PM) Bronzewing: Though they would also bee feeling the tremors of his every step as he ventures closer. But at least this time they wouldn't have the image of those massive toes corralling them un, or the under side of his arch covering the sky burned into their minds. And at least he is just passing through and not doing something worse for their world. His feet are more than enough for their small lives to deal with as he takes another step over them.

(4:48:27 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: Indeed. If he were to use more than just his feet, it would be even more devastating, both to the city and the minds of those within it. If he ended up using them as some sort of sex toy, they might wish they ended up dead underneath a foot before he noticed them and decided they have other uses.

(4:50:59 PM) Bronzewing: Well if this was at night he would be able to see the glow of the lights. And that would either lead to a targeted stomp and end them more thoroughly. Or lead to other uses if he felt the urge rising to abuse something far smaller than the scales on his smallest toe. Depends on which part of him he would feel like satisfying though. His feet, his dick, his ass, or even his stomach.

(4:55:04 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: The view of a giant anthrodragon getting onto all fours to try lick up a city would be both impressive and terrifying. A vast, fleshy tongue descending from above, leaving almost nothing behind as everything is swept up in a tsunami of oral flesh. Buildings and people all swallowed down in a single moment.

(4:58:28 PM) Bronzewing: Lost between those taste buds as his hot saliva slickens their descent. Entire districts brought into the fleshy maw in a single go, with many people forced to watch the others before them getting dragged into the throat. Though you would also have to think of the outlying towns and various aircraft circling the area. They would probably be getting an amazing view of the scaled sky above them as he leans down for the city. And his raised tail to balance out, exposing all his assets for the people to see without a care.

(5:01:42 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: Of course, you say "people" as if he would even think about them as people. They're at best snacks and toys, or at worst just pests he wants to get rid of. The view would be amazing, for those brave enough to appreciate it, but most would be too focused making a futile effort to try run for their lives. They just won't get away. They can't outrun the tongue

(5:05:08 PM) Bronzewing: Well the view would be seen by the people behind and under the massive feeding being. :P But for those before his face, well they wont be seeing much more than the inside of his gut. Unless he feels the need to spare the last portions of the city for some other reason. Who knows what may happen to them as they are completely at the mercy of a single man. A single giant man.

(5:08:19 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: At his mercy, as if he has any. He's more of a force of nature or a god, really. He's completely unstoppable by those tiny things beneath him. A single fingertip could crush a person without even slowing down. He could spit on them and flood a city block. Those acts are nothing for him to do and yet disastrous for those unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of them.

(5:20:18 PM) Bronzewing: A fingertip that would be large enough for many to live on with their entire neighborhood. crushing down over part of the remaining population as if to send a message about their position in his life. Those still alive to witness this act soon to find themselves under the hot spit, mixed with the remains of the city he had just eaten, that he spreads over the last spot of landscapes. A smile crossing his muzzle as they try to swim in the blob.

(5:22:08 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: With that sort of size difference, it doesn't take much for him to wreak havoc. So when he's actually setting his mind to such, he is even more destructive and unlikely to leave anyone alive beneath him. Even trying to swim out of his saliva would be taxing, as that hot liquid seems too thick to easily move around. This says nothing about other fluids he could inflict on them

(5:24:50 PM) Bronzewing: I bet his arousal would be showing at a time like this, with him dominating the specks of life that got his attention in a very terrible way. Dripping down over the landscape and small towns dotting the area that are too small for even his eyes to notice. His view focused on the failing beacon of civilization drowning under the tons of spit, never noticing that others were now buried under tidal waves of dripping pre.

(5:26:34 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: Oh, absolutely. That sort of power is intoxicating, after all. His cock would be looming above, bouncing slightly with his pulse, while those occasional drops of pre fall from above. He might decide to simply lower himself until his shaft slams to the ground, leveling perhaps a mile or more of the ground in a single impact.

(5:30:36 PM) Bronzewing: The fleeing specks of life fleeing from the waves of fluid that stand dozens of feet high suddenly seeing the world get even darker. The scale coated sky now one of flesh as his legs spread wider to lower his body down. Fleeing survivors seeing their towns and other people vanish under a blisteringly hot wall of flesh that stretches up to a height that some towers fail to reach. And that was just his girth.

(5:32:38 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: The heat and scent would be overwhelming, almost intolerable. Even breathing would be a challenge in the presence of such a large dragon's crotch. It might have an influence on their thoughts, too, either making them more submissive or simply making it hard to think at all. Meanwhile, he starts to thrust and grind against the ground, crushing those things even further with each passing moment, while more precum bursts forth and floods the areas he's not destroying yet.

(5:40:51 PM) Bronzewing: The ground rupturing from his thrusts into the soft ground, even the world yielding to his strength. The people still under his groin finding the ground splintering, leaving them to either find their way out and into the world under his groin. Or drawn into the thrusting cock and crushed without a care. Those still further out seeing the ass clenching with each thrust into the ground, like a mountain of immense proportions that decided to start moving. And then the people between his thighs having to live with his sack crashing into the terrain.

(5:45:02 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: A few people near his shaft might survive for a while, though they'll still be hopelessly overwhelmed by it. They can't escape it. The ground will sink in beneath him, drawing in people and things into that canyon created by a horny giant. Every thrust will make his balls grind into the earth, marking it with more scent. That musk will just continue to spread as he gets turned on

(5:51:10 PM) Bronzewing: The people in front of his cock seeing the monstrous tip charging forward and back. Churning up the ground ever deeper while spitting out more pre every second. Their feet mired in the wet ground and thick fluids, some even drowning in the waves pouring from the depths. The deep grunts telling them that it will be getting far worse in a few short seconds. While those on the other side are being mired in both his musk, and the sweat from his actions as it drips from his balls. The wet slap of the swamp being made by his thrusts being heard far away while those right next to them are simply finding their end drawing nearer with his quickening thrusts.

(5:55:36 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: That sweat from his balls would leave the terrain beneath and just behind him looking more and more like a swamp, perhaps. It'd certainly become humid from it, perhaps causing a flood right there. Still nothing compared to the streams bursting from the other end of that cock, of course, as pure precum starts to burst forth with those increasingly violent thrusts. As he gets close to cumming, his cock just gets even thicker and larger, swelling up with lust until, finally, he actually gets off. His cum would easily destroy anything it hits, smashing houses, smothering people, and leaving nothing but a pearly-white ocean in its wake.

(6:01:15 PM) Bronzewing: The twitching of his cock's spasms causing quakes, the cum flooding around the head to cover everything. People who wernt burst under the thousand foot tall blasts suddenly finding the waves flowing towards them. Flowing in waves the height of buildings at a speed they could never outrun. And filled with massive sperm that wriggles around them. Those that lived finding their new world a blisteringly hot fluids with squirming monsters, and thick enough to prevent them from ever escaping. And the giant would be panting in place, making it so they were trapped in this world under his groin as he revealed in bliss.

(6:08:00 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: He wouldn't even be thinking about anything other than how good it feels, even as his cum flooded a significant area, causing some of that ground to be lost forever beneath that hot, white, viscous fluid from which there's no chance anyone will escape. The best they could do is just drown quickly, with the last thing they see, smell, or taste being the overpowering virility of a vastly superior creature. Those who aren't directly in the path of things will notice things getting strangely quiet as his cock slowly comes to rest.

(6:11:05 PM) Bronzewing: Those people finding the world dark and still, with only the pulse and breathing of the giant above to tell them they arnt dead. Well and the overwhelming smell if their noses haven't been burned out yet. Still they would be far from as safe as they would think they are. With the giant's passion gone, his lust sated, the cock would soon start to deflate. His groin descending slowly over their heads still they were left with no room beneath his body.

(6:14:52 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: They aren't safe until he leaves, and they don't know when or even if he's going to do that. They can only watch as those body parts move above them, hoping that softening cock doesn't grind over their homes and flatten them just as easily as everything else that has been destroyed. And this assumes he doesn't just lie down to enjoy his afterglow, possibly on his side, crushing even more people beneath his body.

(6:18:37 PM) Bronzewing: That view of a giant rolling over, his body towering over everything even on his side. From the back it would be a muscular back, from the back of his head down over his rump and tail, down to his clenching toes. On the other it would be a devastated landscape with his shaft drooping down over flattened buildings. His manhood lording over the semen coated wreckage of a former cityscape.

(6:24:26 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: And all of those people would have to watch and wonder what he's going to do next. People who are behind him might flee in case he rolls over onto his back. those in front might finally get a clear view of what his malehood looks like, the purely male battering ram that changed the landscape forever. Those nearest his crotch - if any survived that long - would have to escape pretty quickly.

(6:28:44 PM) Bronzewing: If they can even get around his penis. The massive slab of manhood looming up between wreckage, making a labyrinth out of surviving bits of the city for survivors. Their running slowed by every quiver of his body as it shadows their small place in the world. Those on the other side are fleeing through mostly untouched landscape. With the sight of all those scales, each of which could be the one to land on them if he moves.

(6:32:33 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: True. If someone were between his soft cock and his balls, well.. at least they'll get to appreciate the view, but they're likely not going anywhere. As those people behind him start fleeing, they might have to worry about his tail twitching about as he enjoys his afterglow, as that might be an even larger threat than his cock as it drapes across vast portions of the landscape, creating a wall too high to cross and simply crushing things beneath it into dust.

(6:36:37 PM) Bronzewing: Possibly even unintentionally herding them unintentionally. Crushing mountains, felling forests, burying lakes. His tail an unstoppable wall that moves on a whim without the giant ever noticing. Tiny people now left in the shadow off either his tail, or the cliff like backside of the giant. Craggy regions of the stretches of muscles over his shoulder blades. Or the rounded mountains of his ass. Every part of his massive body preventing the people from seeing the sky.

(6:38:57 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: True, it's not hard to imagine his tail curling around in such a way that people can't get away from him. It could curve out in a lazy arch, ending up at the back of one of his legs, trapping people in between his tail, ass, and legs. That'd be all they could see, rising miles into the sky.

(6:41:59 PM) Bronzewing: Their only way out is down the new valley towards his feet. Those same things that started the end of their world. Looking back at his ass and seeing the tail base, his taint and maybe even his balls between the thighs. Their world a worrying sight as they wonder if he will roll over onto them or flatten them with his tail. And if they could ever hope of passing the crushing feet that sit passively in the distance.

(6:46:08 PM) Sovrim Terraquian: And that space between his tail and legs would be quite the choke point. Even if he doesn't roll over or otherwise make things even worse for the micros, they'd still have a hard time escaping that way. They could end up fighting over their escape path, rioting, and just making the situation even worse for themselves than it needs to be. Not that it's ever likely a good situation when a mega-macro is involved.

(6:48:55 PM) Bronzewing: Yelling at one another over who gets to go passed. Trying to drag what belongings they thought they could save while others tell them to leave it behind. The twitching tail tip on one side herding them away from being crushed. While the other is the seemingly still cliff off his sole. Dotted with crushed homes and possibly people. Many things slowing them down, even his body heat and the smell of his feet towering over them.