Mayhem In Metro City
Story by Iron Angel on SoFurry
The daily lives of the citizens of Metro City are thrown into chaos when a hoard of drakes appear mysteriously above the city.
-warning- contains ferals, heavy CBT, and castration
Mayhem in Metro City
A commission
The sun glints off of towering skyscrapers and the streets are abuzz with cars, each carrying a citizen of Metro City on their way to various important tasks. Pedestrians stroll the sidewalks, enjoy the scenic parks or catch a game at the grand stadium. Truly Metro City has earned its name as the city of progress! A gleaming utopia that spurs other cities to strive towards its pristine greatness!
This glorious sunny day however belies a portentous calamity already in the works, the ramifications of which would echo around the globe and puzzle the brightest of minds for decades to come. The first hint of disaster came slightly after noon as the usual golden glow of the sun high overheard began to change, taking on a truly bizarre hue of purple, shading the city as though with a great ultraviolet light.
Cars and buses screeched to a halt or collided with each other as the collective citizenry stopped to gape at the phenomenon. Faces pressed to windows, eyes looking skyward at what seemed to be a purple sun. The city held its breath for several minutes, gradually a black mist occluded the sun as though an eclipse had manifested from nothing. Metro City was plunged into momentary darkness until the violet manifested again as a corona around the eclipse and a bright flash of light split the darkness down the centre. Then, a moment that all who witnessed the event would remember for the rest of their lives. The two halves of the eclipse swung outward like a grand doorway. Revealing within their depths a churning purple abyss as deep as space itself.
From within the gateway poured hundreds of winged beasts, shrieking and savage as they flew down to the city. Each was at least as large as a car, great scaled fire drakes descended upon the city like a pack of wild and hungry dogs!
Panic and chaos ensued as people ran screaming for cover, banging on doors, running into shops, the subway, anywhere to hide from the beasts fresh out of a madmans nightmare.
It had, all things considered, been a fairly pleasant day for officer Miles so far. An uneventful patrol through the park district in the morning and some time to catch up on leftover paperwork in the police station afterwards. At least until the purple light had engulfed the city. He stood mesmerized with most others, watching the light show. As strange creatures emerged from the gateway however the screams of the citizens and the chief of police brought everyone back to reality. The word was given, no orders needed from city hall on this one. Restore order, protect the people. Riot squads were already suiting up as the first phone calls began pouring in.
Thus Miles found himself back in the park much sooner than he'd expected, and much more heavily armed and armoured. A heavy ballistic vest, full helmet and visor, assault rifle slung over his back, pistol in hand and a riot shield strapped to one arm emblazoned with the MCPD logo. He shouted and waved, signalling those who were still in the park and sending them to the police station to seek shelter when one of the great drakes landed with a resounding thud, claws sinking into the grass and churning up clods of dirt as it folded its wings.
The beast looked around, sniffing at the air before locking eyes on a fleeing citizen, bounding after them, jaws snapping.
Before it could find its target to take a bite out of them however there was a flash of light, a bang and the creature flinched as a bullet whizzed off of its muzzle.
“Miles to HQ, I have a creature in my sites, it just tried to take a bite of someone, confirmed hostile.” He radioed as he squared off with the thing. Wings, scales, claws, tail. The creature looked like something straight out of a fantasy novel. Whatever it was, he had its attention now after shooting it. Not that it seemed to be perturbed... he could have sworn he hit it.
The drake flicked its serpentine tongue at Miles, tasting the air as it lumbered closer. It seemed almost curious at the moment, and shied away as the officer raised his gun again, firing a rapid set of shots, most of which impacted upon its scaled hide with no visible impact.
Miles cursed, it was like he was shooting a block of metal! What was this thing made of!? He reached for another magazine to reload, fumbling the clasp and glancing down to yank it open. However, much like a watched predator, the drake made its move the moment Miles looked away, bounding towards him while he reloaded.
The Drake opened its maw wide, hissing at him. As he raised his shield to try and ward it off, there was a spray of viscous liquid that splattered over it. The drake clicked its tongue to a plate in the roof of its mouth, striking sparks that ignited the spray, a gout of fire quickly tracing its way between them and engulfing Miles' shield.
The officer gasped, caught off guard by the fiery breath, he flailed his shield arm, having little luck extinguishing the burning goo. He could feel the heat through his armour and blundered at the clasp, freeing it from his arm even as the shield began to melt and deform. He tossed the burning hunk of plastic away and dove to the side as the drake swiped at him.
Miles landed in the grass with a heavy thud. Riot armour was not meant for agile maneuvers. From his new vantage however he spied something... strange... While most of the creature was covered in thick red scales, between its hind legs was... well he'd have to call it what it was. A massive cock and balls that would put prized stallions to shame. Honestly, its a wonder he hadn't noticed it before, but there were other things he'd had on his mind at the time.
The relevant revelation to Miles however was a distinct lack of scales on the engorged male equipment. He didn't have much time to ponder however as he was pushing himself up to his feet as the drake rounded on him.
The pistol clearly wasn't doing anything, but perhaps something larger would help penetrate, and he had two hands free now without his shield. The still burning puddle of plastic had certainly saved his life.
Miles unslung his assault rifle, flicked the safety and let it rip. He focused his fire as best he could on the creatures face and chest, all of which harmlessly bounced against the scales. The volley however at least made the drake flinch and bought him time to reload. He had at least one idea left, even if it made him squirm to think about. The officer circled around the drake as it advanced on him and when it went for a swipe he jumped to the side, bringing his gun up as he slid along the grass. That engorged cock and two heavy testicles entered his field of view and he jammed the trigger.
The assault rifle rattled, flashed, and spit lead, spent shells falling into the grass as he slid past. This time however the bullets hit home. The first few shots pierced the tip and glans of the beasts cock, then on along the shaft, punching holes straight through the side, into the urethra and out the other end like a piercing studio making the world's fastest jacob's ladder piercings.
There was still plenty of ammo in the rifle however, more shots pierced the base of the drakes magnificent shaft. The beast roared in pain from the assault as the shots drew level with its heavy, low hanging testicles.
Miles' slide had run out of momentum at this point, a spot that worked quite well for him as he unloaded the rest of the bullets in the magazine into those vulnerable testicles, making them bounce and jiggle from each impact as his rifle turned the proud baby makers into swiss cheese in record time.
By the time he heard the click of an empty gun, sperm was dripping out of the myriad holes in the drakes eggs as well as smoke from the assault. The drake let out one last pained groan, staggered and fell over. Thankfully away from Miles as it landed with a thud in the grass. Its ruined cock twitched, one last steamy load splashing out over its belly and through the myriad bullet holes perforating its cock.
Miles rolled over in the grass, eyes closed as he caught his breath. It had worked! He'd done it! His hands were numb from the recoil and he let the gun drop for a moment. Eventually however he opened his eyes, staring up at the yawning purple gateway above him. He watched what would turn out to be the last stragglers exit the gateway even as the great doors swung shut behind them. In moments the phenomenon was gone. Dissolved to the nothing it had come from and the sun shone down again, making him squint and turn his head.
Over the radio he could hear more shouts and chaos. Of course! The radio! He had to tell HQ!
“Miles to HQ, come in HQ. The beasts bodies are bulletproof. Repeat. Bulletproof. They have a weakness under the belly however. Aim for the cock and balls, they're unarmoured and hitting 'em put the thing down for good. They can also breathe fire, be on the lookout when engaging.”
With his warning delivered Miles pushed himself to his feet, brushing some of the dirt and grass off of himself as he resumed his search for panicked civilians.
Summoning up every expletive she knew and slamming on the horn of her car, Karen had already been in a poor mood before the apocalypse. There had been a line at her favourite metrobucks and when she'd finally gotten her gluten free double whip espresso with soy milk the barista had put the name sticker over the logo so she couldn't even show it off properly! And now, to top off an already wretched day, the sky was shrouded in a purple nebula and all these idiots were just gawping at and creating a major traffic jam.
“Green means go!” Well, if these idiots weren't following the rules of the road than she shouldn't have to either! Turning the wheel hard right she jumped her minivan up the curb and onto the sidewalk. Pedestrians smartly got out of the way, fleeing inside. As she rounded a corner however a demon tramped out of an alleyway in front of her, the scaly creature was nearly the size of her minivan and it turned to look at her, jaw opening to reveal sharp fangs.
With gridlock to her left and a brick wall to her right there was no path but through! Tires squealed in protest as Karen put the pedal to the metal, her minivan lurching forward to collide with the beast.
The drake flapped its wings as it tried to look larger and to intimidate this big new challenger. It roared and spit fire over the windshield even as it took a swipe at the engine block, claws carving deep rents into the hook and mechanisms thus housed within. Steam exploded from the punctured radiator in a hiss even as the damaged minivan collided with the drake with all the force of a sledgehammer to the skull. Even this study beast was knocked backwards by the blow, slamming into the wall of the alleyway it had emerged from, cracking the brickwork where it impacted.
“Ooooh! Trash my ride? Set my minivan on fire!? Nu-uh! You think you can get away with this!? This is assault!” Came a shriek of rage as the driver side door was kicked open, shards of glass scattering across the sidewalk as Karen climbed out. She was bleeding from half a dozen small cuts and the impact with the airbag seemed like it might have broken her nose, still though, she was filled with a self righteous fury and keyed the fob as the back hatch of the minivan popped open.
The drake was slowly gathering its senses, the big creature had slammed into it certainly but it was only dazed. It shifted slightly under the rubble, loose bricks falling and bouncing off of its scaly flank. The beast shook its head, dislodging dust and debris. As it was preparing to right itself however it saw a human standing in front of it, shouting, angry.
“Look at you! What even are you? Some big flying lizard? You think that means you can wreck other peoples stuff?” Karen shrieked, working herself into a frothing rage as she hefted the baseball bat retrieved from the back of her minivan. “Time to teach you some manners!” She yelled, spying a familiar weak point unique to all males.
“Not so tough now are you?” She laughed, slamming the heavy wooden baseball bat down onto one of the drakes exposed testicles. “Hah! Ooh I see you felt that one!”
The beast recoiled, flinching from the impact, but pressed up against the rubble it had no recourse to avoid the assault.
Karen rained down blow after blow, smashing those orbs with the baseball bat, dark purple bruises quickly appearing as she worked out her frustrations! She was nowhere near done though and began mixing in kicks, slamming those heavy low hangers with her pointy high heels, the toe sinking deep into the sack each time.
Deep within her she felt an almost primal pleasure stirring! It only invigorated her to pursue her justice to the fullest, after all, how often would she get to beat up on a pair of testicles like this? Especially ones these big! She smashed the bat down again, bringing it across the head of the creature's cock this time and stomped with one heel, sinking the pointed tip deep into the delicate tissue of the drakes unfortunate ball. Even more damaging than that however was her clumsy attempts to remove it, wildly kicking her foot back and forth, churning up the inside as the point of the heel was forced in various directions before finally being yanked free!
Karen was thoroughly engrossed now, slamming those juicy nuts with the baseball bat, kicking the cock, on one particularly vicious swing there was the crack of splintering wood as the bat broke, the top half dropping to the floor with a clatter! That only gave her an even more wicked idea however as she eyed the splintered handle.
Grabbing the drakes gross shaft, somehow still hard despite all the abuse she'd bestowed upon it, she spread that piss slit nice and wide, jamming the splintered bat inside and forcing it down jagged end first. “God you're loose, what a slutty dick you have!” She scoffed, pressing it all the way in and deeper fisting that drake cock up to her elbow before retrieving the other half of the bat and jamming that in for good measure. Once the whole thing was firmly lodged in the drakes cock she gave it another parting kick and turned her attention to those damaged testicles.
Karen eyed up the spot her heel had pierced earlier and squatted down beside it, probing in with a finger, feeling the inside of the creature's testicle. It was warm! She added a second finger, tugging them apart to tear the sack open and reveal the pale pink oysters that were her prize!
Without the drakes sack to protect them they quickly fell prey to her kicks and stomps, squeezing all the rich cum out of them to splatter across the sidewalk. A little even dribbled out around the baseball bat as the creature had one final climax before its orbs were smashed for good.
Enjoying a shivering orgasm of her own, Karen grinned. Clearly she'd taught this brute a proper lesson! Now it was time for her to get home... and if she happened across any more that needed to be educated... so much the better. She thought to herself, stepping out of the alleyway and starting to walk vaguely in the direction of home, cum dripping off of her heels and calves where it had splattered, squeezed fresh from the drakes balls.
While others may have stood around gawking at the strange purple light in the sky, Burt was made of sterner stuff. He knew how to recognize the end times when they fell upon mankind! He jammed the bright red panic button on the far end of his mechanics workshop. The alarm sounded, metal reinforcements dropped into place over the doors and windows. He double checked the locks and bolted upstairs to his apartment. If customers wanted to come collect their cars, too bad! He was closed until further notice.
Inside his house he keyed in the code to his arms vault, unveiling a prodigious array of weaponry. But he didn't know what in the hells he was dealing with yet... Burt selected a wide array of arms, stacking them on an office chair and rolling them over to his ammo bench to start loading them all. He had plenty of gunpowder and empty rounds to make more if he should need it, ammo stocked up enough for a prolonged firefight, 2 years of rations and MRE's! Bottled water by the case... Water! Of course! He had to fill the bathtub before the water grid failed.
Soon the tub was filling along with any buckets he had on hand, stocking up as much as he could get from the municipal system before he had to dig into his stocks. Next came surveillance. He opened his phone, tapping into the security feed for his garage. “What in the...” There were... beasts, great dragons of legend sniffing around, people screaming in the streets and running for cover. “...It really is the end of days.” He mused, an immense sense of vindication washing over him, years of jeers and being called 'prepper' and 'loon' washed away in one moment of ultimate catharsis. Until he heard the scratching and a crash as something heavy dropped through the roof into his apartment.
He peeked around the corner into his armoury, dust and rubble were scattered over the floor as one of the creatures was clamouring through a hole in the ceiling. It was big, taking up most of the free space in the room as it began sniffing around, heading immediately for the stack of guns by his worktable.
Burt could only watch in confusion and fascination as the drake opened its mouth and took a bite out of the pile of ammunition, throwing its head back to gulp down the sulphurous snack.
From this vantage, he studied the fire drake, searching for any potential vulnerabilities. Wings, tough scaly hide, long tail, sharp claws. However, between those hind legs he saw a likely target, or targets rather. A pair of engorged testicles and accompanying shaft were an obvious point to try and aim for. It seemed they lacked the scales that covered most of the rest of its body as well, more akin to supple hide instead.
Thankfully guns weren't his only recourse for dealing with threats. He had spent plenty of time studying swordsmanship as well and snatched a blade off of its rack on the wall and advanced, striking the first blow while it was still busy devouring his stockpile of ammo.
He lunged forwards, thrusting with the sword and just as he had hoped, the blade pierced into the creatures sack, slicing easily through it and into the nutmeat hidden within.
The drake roared, tail thrashing as it stomped one foot in surprise and pain. The thick scaly tail connected with Burt, knocking him aside. He relinquished his hold on the blade, leaving it lodged where he had thrust it, skewering one of the drakes testicles clean through.
He gasped, winded from the blow, leaning against his desk. He fumbled around the underside with one hand until he found the hidden knife, drawing the blade and diving forwards as the drake twisted around to try and snap at him in the enclosed space of his room. He ducked under its body, slashing through the glans of the drakes cock with the saw toothed blade before plunging it into the tip.
He narrowly avoided getting stepped on and also nearly knocked over his weapon rack as he grabbed another sword off of it, a footman's short sword this time. The drake was on the back foot, trying to dislodge the blades already embedded in its genitals as Burt stabbed again, driving the sword in sideways through one meaty orb and then the other, skewering both balls clean through and pinning them together.
He ducked another tail slam, which crushed his weapon rack as it sailed overhead sending knives, blades and swords scattering across the floor from the impact. Of course, he'd have time to be upset about the destruction of the rack later but in the heat of the moment this worked out well for him as the various tools he needed were much closer at hand now. He snatched up knives, daggers and more, embedding them along the length of the dragon's shaft, slicing the head of its cock clean off with a bowie knife before planting it in the creature's left nut. Just as he was starting to run out of blades to add to his impromptu pincushion, the drake swayed, staggering and Burt rolled away before it collapsed with a thud.
He was left panting and winded, ribs aching from the tail blow. The room was a disaster and there was a hole in his roof but there could be no other word for it but victory! He'd done it! All his training and preparation had paid off.
“Now...what would make a bugger like you want to eat gunpowder?” He grumbled, picking his way through the debris and over to his guns and ammo to finish getting them loaded. It wasn't long however before a strange orange glow caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Burt looked up to find one of his windows glowing. Or more accurately, the metal cover that was blocking it. He furrowed his brow, grabbing up his arsenal of weapons as the metal began to warp and deform, melting before his eyes. In a moment claws pierced through it and ripped the molten scrap off of the window.
Another drake, it stuck its snout forwards, steam rising from its jaws, the aftermath of its fiery breath as it smashed his window in, taking a bite out of his gunpowder can. The beast upended the powder into its jaws, gulping it down like a child with a sugar stick before letting out a fiery belch.
“Well, that explains why you like gunpowder so much!” He grumbled, hefting a rifle and unloading into the creatures face, muzzle flashes filling the room as the bullets flew.
The drake flinched, surprised by the sudden loud noise but it clung doggedly to the wall of the building, unwilling to relinquish its newfound snack.
Burt was caught off guard, the scales looked tough of course but to stop bullets so easily? He grabbed his shotgun, racking heavy slugs and took aim again, firing with a cacophonous boom that left his ears ringing. Once, twice, again, and again. The dense slugs had more effect, knocking the drakes head backwards with the impact. The final shot did the trick, dislodging the beast from the wall of his building and sending it down to the ground with a thud.
Burt peered out the window at the fiend, this one was male too, and laying on its back like that made it easy pickings. He grabbed a fresh rifle loaded with hollow point rounds and leaned out the window, angling the barrel down as he unloaded.
The hollow point rounds ripped into the delicate flesh of the drakes cock and balls like a hot knife through butter, shredding the tip of its shaft, down towards the base as he unloaded. The bullets fragmented, turning the proud and mighty cock and balls into little more than a heaping serving of pulled pork in moments.
“Hah! Thought you could pull one over on me huh? Fire breathin' lizards.” He scoffed, looking down at his handywork. The cream stained mess of meat that had been the drakes testicles moments before. It seemed to be down for the count.
“Now... how do i go about getting you outta here...” he mused, turning to puzzle over the one still lying in the middle of his apartment.
Sasha looked down over the city, watching as these creatures emerged from the portal. She found herself with a birds eye view, filming the scene from the relative safety of her news chopper. She did her best to get a good shot of the portal, this would be historic footage, and probably really good for ratings too if she made it out of this in one piece. There seemed to be no end to them, more and more pouring out into the sky until the air space was getting uncomfortably busy even for a talented pilot like she was.
Usually she had the skies mostly to herself, pardoning the occasional flock of birds that knew well enough to avoid a helicopter. However these drakes had no such kind manners and within minutes she was moving to avoid them as they flew past her on their way deeper into the city.
These closeups did offer good footage however and as she climbed higher into the sky to get above them she couldn't help but marvel at the creatures. So large! How did something that big even manage to fly?
As she was pondering the strange creatures however, one peeled off to come and investigate her as well, heavy wing beats raising it up to the level of her helicopter. It was peering inside of the cockpit at her almost quizzically before taking a lazy swipe at the helicopter, like a cat batting a ball of yarn.
Unfortunately this particular ball of yarn was flying high over the city and the cabin made a disconcerting crunch as it was bashed by the heavy paw of the drake, knocking the helicopter into a half spin as Sasha wrestled for control. There was another loud bang as the drake collided with the helicopter, claws digging into it as it pawed at the door, all that weight on one side making it lilt to the left, dropping further altitude as warning lights began to blare.
“Shit shit shit!Get off the chopper fatty!” She screamed, looking over the controls for something she could do even as the drakes big tongue licked over the windshield. As she watched it lick the glass, an idea struck and she hit the switch for the windshield wipers, spraying wiper fluid over the windshield and into the drakes mouth and nose. The reaction was immediate as the drake clawed at the chopper and unfurled its wings, hopping off. However the rents it carved on its way out were cause for concern.
She was still losing altitude as both helicopter and drake gradually sank down towards the city below. It was going to be rough but the descent was at least somewhat controllable, provided she didn't take her time. Below her she could see the drake, hacking and coughing on the bitter wiper fluid as it slammed into the top of a nearby skyscraper, it would have been better if it had missed as that was the same place she needed to land on to have a chance to put down safely.
The helicopter wavered side to side as she wrestled with the controls, the helipad getting larger below her. “Steady, steady...” she murmured, setting it down with a heavy thump and a violent jostle that nearly knocked her from her seat.
She could see in front of her that the drake was stirring however, and sporting a fat erection! Sasha decided that she really didn't fancy just sitting around like a sardine in a can waiting to be eaten though. “Sorry sweetie!” She winced, keeping the rotors spun up as she turned the helicopter around. “Shouldn't have tried to attack me though!” The rapidly spinning rear rotors just cleared the drakes tummy, slicing into the sensitive head of its cock. Each rotation of the sharp blades carved off another small slice of cock meat. The helicopter chopped through the head, then the glans and further on carving its way through the meaty shaft like a master chef preparing sushi, going all the way down to those fat testicles. The chopper blades carved through them inch by inch and slice by slice, turning the proud male organs into finely sliced deli-meats. Once the blades had fully diced the drakes reproductive organs they collided with the creature's scaly hip, shattering and sending shards of sharp metal flying into the chopped up bits!
Sasha winced again at the sound of screeching metal and pulled the plug, shutting down the helicopter
before it got out of control without its rear rotors, the whine of the blades gradually fading away leaving only her heavy breathing.
Nerra was busy in her 'lab' when the portal opened, the purple light streaming in through the window. She paused her experiment, setting the bubbling beaker aside as she moved to look up at the portal in the sky as it began disgorging the winged fiends that blanketed the sky.
Now this was something to get excited about! What were these things? How did they get here? She'd never seen anything like them, her mind was brimming with theories, ideas and possibilities! She was only broken from her reverie as the beaker she'd been working with exploded on the table. “Whoopsie!” She giggled as smoke billowed through the room.
She was unbothered, strapping on a gas mask as she made her way to the fridge in the corner. If she was going to catch one of these things she'd need bait! Hopefully they liked leftover chinese food.
Nerra grabbed a few cartons of fried rice and kung pao chicken, as well as a tranq rifle and made her way out of her 'lab' the old garage portion of an abandoned scrap yard and into the clearing in the centre. She opened up the bait and set the cartons of chinese down on the floor before high tailing it out behind a beat up old car and taking cover to wait for her prey.
It didn't take too long thankfully and a few minutes after the portal had closed, one of the drakes came gliding down into the scrap yard, sniffing around for the food she'd left out.
Up close they looked like something out of a video game, big and scaly like a dragon or drake, and between his legs... “Damn! Look at the pair on you! Gotta get me some of that!” She snickered happily, taking aim with her tranq rifle and firing a dart right into one of those big juicy low hanging nuts!
The tranquilizer worked quickly and before the drake had even finished the food it was slumped over, fast asleep.
“Well, you're too big to bring to the lab...but maybe i can bring the lab to you.” She giggled happily, trotting off back inside to grab her tools so she could start having some fun with her big new plaything!
Nerra was back in moments, carrying a big box of tools and trinkets that she set down with a thud beside the knocked out drake. Up close she could feel warmth radiating from him and put her head down on one of those plump testicles. It was like a heated pillow! A little firm but with enough squish to avoid being unpleasant.
“So, clearly this must be a soft spot if the dart can penetrate.” She mused happily, tracing a finger around the little needle sticking out before plucking it and tossing it away into the junk yard with the rest of the scrap.
“Now, the real question is what to test first! Fire maybe?” She giggled, producing a lighter from her breast pocket. She hefted one of the testicles and flicked the lighter, holding the flame under the orb until it kissed the drakes sack. “Test 1) Fire: Subject seems unresponsive to open flames. Considering how warm this boy is and how much it looks like a dragon i'm going to chalk that one down as 'duh' but hey, had to try it.” She said, voice being captured on her phone for later review.
With that one out of the way, Nerra grabbed a measuring tape before getting proper dimensions for these beach ball sized testicles and temptingly juicy cock, jotting them down for later comparison when she was finished with her experiments.
Grabbing a vial of green liquid and a syringe from the box next she filled it up with the fluid, tapping it a couple times with her finger since that's what they did on tv. “Test 2) Acid:” She began, pressing the needle against the plump left orb, leaning in close to watch as it indented the skin of the drakes sack before piercing through and sinking into the ball meat within. She pushed the needle all the way to the base, wiggling it around a little bit for fun before pressing down on the plunger.
The acid was injected directly into that fat testicle! Nerra thrilled with excitement, leaning close to press her ear against the taut smooth orb. She could swear that she could hear sizzling coming from within as the acid began dissolving and tenderizing the meat within but there was too much background noise to say for certain!
She grabbed it in her hands, squeezing and massaging the fat egg, kneading it with fingers, palms, even digging her elbows in to make sure the injection was well spread throughout its sizable volume.
“Acid has been injected into the left testicle and mixed well, will return to evaluate later for further observation.” She murmured into her phone.
Next she turned her attention to the meaty shaft, groping it in her hands, rubbing and stroking the turgid thing as it dripped sticky pre onto the dirt. “Test 3) Puncture resistance.” she stated, uncapping a scalpel, pressing the tip against the glans and applying a little pressure. The blade easily sank into the sensitive area behind the tip of the drakes cock. “Subject lacks any resistance to cuts or abrasions.” She added, slicing down with a flourish, before scooting over closer to the base of the length, taking a moment to sign her name with quick strokes of the scalpel. “Professor Doctor Nerra Jones” She furrowed her brow as she looked at her handy work. “Or... should it be Doctor professor? Eeeeh, it'd look unprofessional if i crossed it out now...” She scoffed.
Nerra continued her examination, tracing the scalpel along the underside of his cock, sliding it through the meat of his cock several times until the small blade pierced into the drakes urethra and she pulled down from tip to base. Finally she could spread it open to investigate the inner workings of the males shaft. “Huh seems mostly like any other cock, nice and warm though like the rest of him.” With a few more slices she'd carved through the glands and lopped off the fat tip of that cock to keep for later.
“Test 4) Ice: I will now administer liquid nitrogen to the subject and observe any reactions. Hypothesis: the radiating warmth generated by the dragon will not prevent freezing. He's hot, but not that hot! Jeeze.” She scoffed, making an incision in the drakes sack and reaching in to grab that warm and juicy right orb, tugging it out of its home and setting it down in a metal bowl. From her box of tools she produced a canister of liquid nitrogen. “Safety first.” She giggled, putting on heavy gloves before unscrewing the lid and pouring the icy liquid over the exposed testicle. Almost immediately it began to boil away in a cloud of steam, freezing that juicy nut as it did so.
“As expected, subjects nut was frozen solid by generous application of liquid nitrogen.” She mused, prodding at it with a gloved finger. It rolled in the bowl. “Now to check on the first one.” She giggled happily, turning her attention to the other orb. “After five minutes exposure to the acid subjects testicle iiiissss...” Nerra mused, gripping it in her hands, digging her thumbs into it. “Swollen and squishy! Easily deforms to the touch! Really it kinda feels like a big water balloon now that the acid has melted all the creamy boy stuff inside!” She added, giggling it in her hands and watching as the heavy orb bounced and swayed.
“And with our frozen egg, time to get a good look inside!” The 'scientist' enthused, grabbing a ball peen hammer and smashing it down on the frozen orb. The fat frozen testicle shattered under the impact, breaking into several big chunks and Nerra picked one up, examining the internal structure of the testicles. “Huh...kinda boring, looks like a big horse ball! Guess boys will be boys though no matter what.” Finishing her examination she sliced the melted ball off by the cords, tossing it, the tip of his shaft in with the frozen chunks and taking it back inside for more detailed study.
As she was returning to pick up her equipment however she ducked behind a burnt out car, another drake had landed to finish eating the chinese food she'd left out as bait. “Uh uh mister, i don't need any more test subjects for now!” She scoffed, slipping off to the side and climbing into the scrap crane. She flipped the switch and rotated it, dropping the claw down to bonk the drake on the head and then snapping it shut. She grabbed the wriggling beasty, unable to extend its wings or squirm free and lifted it up into the air. “Noooow...what to do with you...” She mused, a grin spreading across her face as she had a wicked idea.
Nerra turned the crane, swinging the drake over to the other end of the junkyard and dangling it above the car compactor. “Steady now, dont want to miss...” She slowly let out the chain until the drake was just above the compactor and got out to go fetch her dart gun, putting this boy to sleep with another tranq so he didn't wriggle free while she worked.
Down at the car compactor she picked up the controls and nudged the drake into position, those fat and vulnerable balls of his hanging down inside the compactor along with that juicy dick.
Nerra pressed the button, machine wirring to life as it began to close inwards, inch by inch. Anticipation built inside of her breast as she watched. As the metal plates grew closer together she slowed down. This would be fun and she wanted to enjoy herself!
She watched as those big balls began to be squeezed, pressed between the metal plates as she inched them closer together! Nerra reached inside to cup one with her hand, feeling the smooth taut skin of the sack and how the orb bulged underneath it. She pushed the button again, the compactor tightening another inch. She shivered at the sensation, watching them getting spread flatter and flatter each time! Once they were compressed to about half of their usual thickness she eased up, retracting the plates and letting them reinflate, bigger and rounder than ever. She activated the other set of crushers this time, squeezing them against each other rather than between just the plates. Those flattening balls produced lovely cleavage as they were squished tight up against each other.
Nerra giggled, poking them with a finger as she tightened the plates further, grabbing that big cock she pulled it free off the compressor, stroking it as she fingered herself. She pressed the button again, tightening the grip further on those doomed testicles.
She pumped the drakes thick cock in her hand as the compressor started to really flatten those fat nuts! Soon they were squeezed flatter than half, then a quarter! Thick white goo began to pump out of the drakes naughty shaft. Nerra scooped up a handful, tasting the rich fresh sperm, working herself into a fevered climax as the press slowly squeezed the contents of the drakes balls out of his cock as a thick rich paste! “Aaaahhh! That was amaaaazing!” She moaned happily once the plates came together with a clang.
Nerra opened the compactor up again, marvelling at the flattened berry pouch, like a tube of toothpaste squeezed totally flat! She nudged the drakes cock into the machine and hit the button again, flattening it paper thin as well before returning to her 'lab', humming a happy tune as she went.
Karen sipped her Metrobucks drink as she walked, or at least what was left of it, some had spilled, completely ruining the interior of her minivan when she had slammed it into that ghastly reptile. She found herself now walking down a mostly empty street when she came into sight of the mall. Now that was what she needed to pick herself up after such a trying day! A nice bit of shopping, and if there was nobody around to bill her when she came to the checkout well... that was just poor service wasn't it? It was still in store hours.
She strolled down the halls, peeking into various shops. A few had their doors shuttered but most seemed simply abandoned. Her first stop was the food court but that turned out to be a bust, all of the staff seemed to have left and there was nobody to cook anything! She did however help herself to a few scoops of frozen yogurt, that was simple enough. Then as she continued her exploration, Dicks sporting goods caught her eye... She could use some new yoga gear!
As she was browsing the shop however, holding up a pair of pants with 'spank me' emblazoned across the rear end in the mirror she heard a bang as one of the shelves was toppled. A drake had made its way inside the mall and came here to accost her?! Or was it just a coincidence? It didn't seem like it had spotted her yet... Karen ducked away to prepare, looking around for things that might help her!
As the drake wandered the store like a bored and in-curtious customer, knocking things over with its bulk, a clang caught its eye, a metal can tossed into one of the wider aisles. It paused to sniff at it.
From her position she had a perfect vantage of the drakes flank, including its weakness! Karen adjusted the aim on the batting machine, turned the dial up as high as it would go and poured in a bucket of baseballs.
The first shot was high and she dropped the barrel down, re-aiming just as the second ball was fired. This one struck its target, slamming into the drakes left testicle with enough force that it was almost completely enveloped by the firm nut flesh before it bounced off. The drake stiffened, surprised by the sneak attack as more balls rained down on its balls.
Karen found a dial for fire rate and cranked it up as well, the machine spitting out balls at a rate that even the most prodigious batter couldn't hope to hit. Many of them slamming into the drakes genitals, leaving dark bruises where they impacted.
Eventually though the assault came to an end. She hadn't expected it to take that many hits... there were no more baseballs in the machine!
The drake shook its head and rounded on her, charging down the aisle to smash into the batting machine, crushing it to pieces as Karen scrambled away to find something else to work with. Inspiration struck as she found herself in the rock climbing section.
As the drake rounded a corner hunting for her she struck, swinging out and slashing into its cock with an icepick, burying it deep in the glans before lashing out with a kick. She'd found a pair of cute boots along with crampons and delivered a devastating blow, spikes slicing one of the drakes testicles to ribbons.
The beast fell on its side as Karen went for the finishing blow, crushing its juicy member and plump balls, trampling over them with her spiked boots until the beast was thoroughly bested!
Miles was breathing heavily as he made his way through the streets. They were mostly deserted now as all the people had fled, but he had happened upon a few trapped in cars or hiding in alleyways, directing them off towards the safe zone that the police had been focused on creating and expanding. The drakes were tough foes but with their weaknesses revealed it was a threat that they had begun to get a handle on. Thankfully all of them seemed to be male so far.
He'd just finished ushering a panicked family out of their car and off towards safety when he spotted another drake climbing over a pileup, sniffing around and exploring the street.
Miles ducked low, getting into position to flank the drake, already he could see those engorged targets hanging between its legs as it walked over the cars. Just a little closer... Once he had a good line of fire he jumped up, pulling the trigger on his rifle. It made an awkward clunk as it jammed.
The drake turned its head, tongue flicking out to taste the air as it looked at him.
“Shit!” he cursed, tossing the gun aside and ducking down as a gout of flame shot over his head. He glanced around for anything that could be helpful, snatching up a splintered metal spike from the car crash.
Miles kept low, creeping around the back of the car as the drake got closer to investigate where he'd been a moment ago and was caught off guard as the officer leapt up, driving the makeshift spear into that fat cock! The drake bellowed, turning around to confront Miles, snapping at him as he ducked under the drake stabbing against, this time piercing one of its fat nuts, yanking the spear back out and avoiding a swipe from its paw.
He booked it off behind another car, clutching the weapon tight in his gloved hands. He could hear the crunch of metal and the breaking of glass as the drake turned around, stomping on the cars with each step.
By the time it checked his hiding spot however he was already gone, scurrying off to hide behind a different car, playing cat and mouse with the drake while he wore it down. He could pop out, stab it again in those fat balls or pierce its lengthy cock and then hide away again.
So far so good, the injuries on the drake were mounting, thick white goo dripped from the various punctures in the drakes heavy testicles and its cock wasn't in much better shape. However, as he was ducking away, the drake caught him with a backhanded blow from its massive paw, knocking him against the side of a car with a crunch. Miles gasped, groaning as lights flashed in his eyes for a moment. He was damn grateful to be wearing the riot gear.
He blinked to clear his eyes, a shadow blocking the sun as the drake stood over him. He groped for the spear, picking it up and tossing it for all he was worth. The shard of metal flew true, striking into the fat tip of the drakes cock and slicing its way through his urethra and down its length, piercing one of its heavy nuts on its way through!
The drake groaned and Miles rolled to the side as it slumped down with a crunch, flattening the car he'd been in front of a moment ago.
The officer heaved a sigh of relief, laying against the side of a car to catch his breath before getting to his feet and collecting his discarded gun. “With a little luck i'll make it through the day yet.” He grumbled as he fixed the jam.
“Ruin my safehouse... melt my window... eat all my bullets... I'll show you, ya damn sulphur fiends.” Burt grumbled to himself as he took stock of what he had left to work with. A decent amount of ammo, his guns, a few blades and some special surprises.
Once he had fully supplied himself he grabbed one of his MRE's to eat and set out. If all the drakes in Metro City were going to be drawn to his home he couldn't very well stay there any longer than needed! He'd have to find somewhere new to shelter, hopefully close enough that he could haul his supplies over.
There was of course the idea of living in one of those supermarkets but wouldn't everyone else also be thinking the same thing? Probably have to fend off a lot of competition... As he was walking through the now empty streets he caught sight of another drake gliding overhead. He moved to duck behind cover and cursed. He hadn't anticipated flying threats!
It was too late however, the beast had spotted him and was flying down towards where he was hiding. It landed with a thud on the street, heavy frame shaking the nearby cars from the impact. Burt peeked out from behind the mailbox he'd been using as cover, drawing his pistol and firing as he ran to the side. It was true that gunfire didn't seem to hurt them but it did seem to be able to surprise them!
The drake flinched, rubbing at its muzzle with a paw as the shots bounced off. Burt used the chance to get around its flank, aiming at the plump balls and unloading the rest of his magazine. He ejected the spent mag and went to reload behind a car, wincing as a spray of fire covered it.
Flames crackled far too close for comfort and he could feel the heat from the fire as he stepped up, firing again. This time the drake wasn't falling for it, it kept its focus on him, tail swinging around to shield its side.
This was a clever one! It turned as he circled, seeming wary of him. It wasn't breathing fire anymore however, maybe it needed time to recover between uses... He reached down into his belt, grabbing one of his special surprises. “Lets see how you like this!” He Chuckled, pulling the pin and tossing the flash bang at the drakes head. He looked away, shutting his eyes and clamping his hands over his ears as it detonated with a blinding blast and a cacophonous boom that left his ears ringing. Still though, it created the opportunity he had been looking for. He unslung his shotgun as the drake thrashed on its side, pawing at its eyes.
He had a clear shot and he took it, the buckshot peppering the exposed shaft and testicles with each pull of the trigger! After five rounds the drake stopped struggling, collapsing with a thud. Its berry pouch and shaft were completely shredded, a leaky mess to look.
Unfortunately all the fireworks seemed to have attracted more attention, another drake was circling around him in the sky just as he finished dispatching the first.
He lined up a few pot shots as it was going in to land, most skittered harmessly off the scales but he saw the telltale jiggle of a few hitting their mark. Thus began another pitched battle as he worked to keep the creature at a distance, peppering it with gunfire until he could find an opening to go in for the kill, lighting up those vulnerable nuts with a salvo of gunfire, plump orbs exploding as the drake collapsed.
Burt was already regretting his choice to leave the semi-safety of his home, the more noise and gunfire he created the worse the whole thing became! He'd barely made it a block before he'd used up most of the supplies he'd packed for the journey.
He hunkered down in an abandoned car to snack on some food and plan out his next move but even then, he couldn't seem to get any peace and quiet. Yet another drake was pressing its nose up against the door, fogging it up with its steamy breath.
Burt took stock of what he had left, a few rounds of ammo, his knife, a candy bar... a flash bang and a few other odds and ends... He might stand a chance... if he played things smart.
The drake reared its head back, headbutting the glass and shattering it as it nosed inwards, tongue flicking out as it tasted the air. Burt unwrapped the candy bar and dropped it on the seat, hurrying out the other side of the car as the vehicle was jostled back and forth, metal grinding in protest as the drake forced its head through the door to get at the sugary treat.
Pistol out, he rounded the car, firing at the drake until the mag was empty. He reached for another but that was the last of them...
The drake growled, rearing up on its hind legs, raising his head and the car with it before tossing it aside as it shook itself back and forth, the car landing with a crash in the street beside him.
Running out of options Burt used his last flash grenade, pulling the pin and tossing it upwards above the creature. The drake followed the arc of the thrown object, shrieking as it detonated and falling onto its back dazed.
Burt wasted no time, climbing up the drakes tail, grabbing onto that thick cock to anchor himself and avoid being tossed off. “I was saving this for a special occasion! You better appreciate it!” He grumbled, pulling a fragmentation grenade off of his belt. He bit down on the pin and yanked, pulling it free and spitting it off to the side. He didn't want to just drop the grenade though, if it rolled off the drakes side it'd just hit the scales! Holding on like a rodeo champ he lined his fist up with the cock slit on the drakes shaft and jammed his fist forwards, slamming it into the urethra, stretching it nice and wide as he forced his arm as far in as he could, all the way up to his shoulder before he released his grip on the grenade and pushed off with his legs, pulling his arm out and jumping down off of the drake, using its hind leg for cover.
There was a deafening boom and the grenade went off, vaporizing the drakes junk and sending tiny pieces of cock and balls scattering around the street! Burts ears were ringing from the boom but he patted himself down. Didn't seem to be any major injuries. However, he was completely out of supplies and deep in enemy territory. He didn't fancy fighting another drake with nothing more than a knife and an empty gun so he did the only thing he could and high tailed it home to restock.
As the sun began to set, Metro City was still gripped by the chaos of this bizarre event. Many of the drakes had been dealt with, bodies littering the streets even as terrified civilians kept to the shadows trying to wait it out. But the end was in sight and news reports were coming in about the creatures strengths and weaknesses. Their scales were nearly impervious but castration would stop them in their tracks! And that it was a phenomenon localized to Metro City rather than the end of the world as they knew it.
Thus the boldest among the peoples of Metro City, armed with the knowledge of what they had to do began joining forces, forming hunting parties and searching the streets. Picking off the drakes with any tools they had at their disposal, filling balls full of bullets, severing cocks with sharpened shovels, turning balls into goo with a half brick in a sock!
The armed forces had arrived as well, bolstering the over extended police forced and evacuating people to a safe zone outside the city limits. Thankfully it seemed that the drakes had been interested enough in the goings on of the city to stay in and around it rather than spreading to the four finds as they might otherwise have decided to do.
With assistance from the military a few of the drakes had even been successfully subdued and captured for research and study. Perhaps one day the phenomenon of their sudden and unexpected appearance could be understood. And if nothing else the military had a very serious interest in the ultra hard nature of the beasts scaly hide. It could revolutionize armour as they knew it!
A full three days after the sky darkened and fiends poured forth from the mysterious gateway, the people of Metro City could finally breathe a sigh of relief as it was announced that the city was finally freed from the drake menace. Now however came the long and daunting prospect of the cleanup that needed to be done to get everything back to some semblance of order.
Burnt out or overturned cars, scorch marks across buildings, windows smashed, even looting and vandalism. Truly the city of progress had never looked so downtrodden and dishevelled but the peoples spirit was unbroken and they knew that with hard work the city could rise from the ashes like a glorious phoenix!
Meanwhile in another time and another world in the city of Tee'zig a pair of mages were having an argument.
“Yes, yes I told you! I got rid of the excess drakes from the breeding program just like you asked me to!”
“I get that, and that's all well and good, i'm glad they're gone but WHERE did they go? You couldn't have possibly found a new home for them all in the... SEVEN minutes its been since i told you to get rid of them! Especially since you're already back here talking to me about it!”
“Okay, well... in my defense you didn't specify that you wanted them to go somewhere specific, you just said get rid of them!”
“Where?”
“Well... I... that is...”
“Out with it, where did you send them?”
“Eeeeh... Somewhere else? I just conjured a gateway and threw a steak into it.”
“A... you used a GATEWAY to shoo out our excess drakes?! Wh...why?! They could be anywhere by now!”
“Ya... I suppose so but do you know how much of 'anywhere' doesn't actually have anything interesting in it? Its probably fine.”
“Hmph... If some magistrate comes by and demands our heads because a hoard of over aggressive horned up breeding drakes destroyed his castle i'll be making sure they know it was your doing!”
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