The City Called Lavatory
The great brown dragon paused to rest, narrowing his eyes to obtain a better view of whatever might lie in the distance. He had left his own vast territory behind, hoping to acquire new lands for any future hatchlings he might father. And he knew that probability was very high indeed. Already he had been given lustful looks and suggestive rubs from unmated females on the way over to his current position, but always he had turned them down, saving his seed...and other excretions...for his main goal: new land to claim. He knew he was coming to the border of the dragonlands; the scent from other males had gotten progressively fainter until it faded altogether. But the land just outside others' territories wouldn't do for his children...they would get driven away too quickly by their neighbors, their land taken over. He needed something far enough away from the dragonlands that other males would take no interest, but close enough for his hatchlings to hunt and eventually claim the intervening distance between their territory and dragonlands proper.
Far off in the distance, something metallic shimmered. A glint of metal on desert sand, shamelessly twinkling under the relentless glare of the sun. Attracted by the inherent gravitation of dragons toward shiny objects, the auburn drake spread his wings and beat them downwards, rising quickly in the hot desert thermals. He covered the distance quickly, his massive wingspan shooting him forward with each stroke of the powerful shoulder muscles. In a short amount of time, he was upon the glint, which had grown to a shimmer, then a glow. At first, he was puzzled by the spires jutting up, invading his flight space. He had to pump his wings to avoid scratching his chestplates on the sharp spikes. Peering down, the dragon observed what seemed like ants scurrying around, with oblong rock-like things moving in a line. Extending his vision and magnifying his view, he "ahhhed" as he saw the people bustling around. It was a human city...he didn't know the humans could develop so quickly. Last time he saw them, they were still living in straw huts, easily blown over by a strong wingflap. And what were the oblong things that moved along on spinning disks? No matter, the ample supply of food would be enough to last his hatchlings until adulthood, given how fast the humans multiplied.
He landed just beyond the human complex's border, slightly annoyed that he wouldn't be able to begin right at the center and work outwards. Pondering how he would be able to navigate the treacherous stabbing spires, he experimentally extended a forepaw, the toes splaying against a metallic spire as he slowly leant his weight upon it. Surprisingly, the structure crumbled and fell, almost snapping cleanly where he exerted the pressure. The humans below screamed and fled the falling tower, the ones unfortunate enough not to escape crushed by the falling rubble. They seemed to notice the presence of the brown behemoth looming over their city then, and as a collective wave the mass of fleshy meatbags receded away from him. He chuckled with delight at the fragility of the shining structures, and began striding into the city proper.
The first forepaw he extended and set down trapped humans not quick enough to escape his tread, and he gasped in pleasure at the wriggling against his sole pads. The wonderful feeling shot straight to his sheath, and he could feel his arousal rising, the thick armored cloaca bulging heavily with its burden. Slime dripped from the swollen slit and splattered on the rubble below, leaving a glistening trail as the dragon moved through the city. Each massive hindfoot stepped down with the force of a bomb, the dark brown pads crushing everything underneath them into oblivion. His steps left deep craters in the ground, sometimes filled with the slimy ooze from his cloaca. The dragon's shoulders pushed buildings aside easily, his wings slicing deep gashes in the structures. His whipping tail crushed whatever it touched, heavily caving buildings inwards as it swung from side to side.
Finally, the brown dragon reached the center of the city. He paused for a moment to clean himself, sitting down on his rump, the massive thighs crushing entire houses beneath them. The feeling of buildings grinding against his rump made him murr with pleasure, his hips grinding, mushing the humans and buildings beneath it to dust. The drake lifted a forepaw, extruding his long flexible tongue, sweeping it once over the palm and once over the toes, swallowing the cleaned-off filth. He groaned at the taste of raw flesh mixed with the dust, along with the musk of his own body sweated out and licked off. The brown dragon repeated this with his other forepaw and his hind feet, lingering especially on the hind feet to slowly scrape his tongue along each sole and suck between toes, the taste and smell bombarding his pleasure centers. Finally, the massive tip of an even larger shaft began to extrude from his cloaca. He used one of his now-cleaned paws to stroke the head of the massive organ, coaxing the rest of it out. Fully erect, the length reached up to the bottom of his chest, and was almost as thick as the wrist of his foreleg. Groaning with bliss, the heavy dragon gave a heavy downwards stroke of his member, the sudden jolt of pleasure causing the heavy meat to stand on end, tensing like a heavy steel rod.
Swiveling his head, he looked around for something that would serve as a mate. Normally he just used to soft earth, plowing his own tight hole with forceful thrusts of his member, but this ground seemed especially resilient, and probably would not be as easy to break through, nor as pleasant to thrust into. The large dragon looked around for an existing hole or a suitable place to make one. A pressing feeling in his bladder, though, reminded him of an even more urgent duty first. He turned his head, frantically searching for the right place to mark his territory. Normally he used a convenient landmark, such as a tree or a tall rock, but this strange human dwelling-place seemed to be full of prominent objects. His gaze swept over the jutting peaks until he spied the tallest of them all. Groaning softly with need, he crashed quickly to the spire, metal twisting and concrete splintering under his relentless tread and thrashing tail. The reared-up dragon held his erect member gingerly in his grasp, each step causing shivers of pleasure to course through his body. Reaching the edifice, he sighed with relief as he leant back on his tail and braced himself in reared-up position on nearby flat-topped buildings. His eyes closed and his jaw dropped, tongue lolling out in pleasure as he felt his already-large cock swell even more with the urine that coursed through it.
An ominous hissing sound preceded the gigantic waterfall of dragon piss that followed. It crashed out of the shaft's yawning urethra, the huge geyser of liquid waste penetrating the top of the spike. It battered with the force of a thousand fire hoses against the other wall, weakening and eventually crumbling the far side, but not before the deluge had filled the floor and swept down to lower levels. It was a deep golden color, almost opaque in its thickness. The force of the flood burst windows at every level it reached, the pressurized dragon urine jetting out like waterfalls. And the source of it all continued to give, the geyser of deep golden fluid piercing the top of the spire, crashing down on the buildings beyond. The torrent of urine finally reached the ground floor, sweeping people, potted plants, and various debris along with it through the rotating doors, which were promptly torn off their hinges, and onto the street. The reeking dragon piss stank of musk and salt, washing away in storm drains and seeping into the ground so the mud-colored dragon's unique scent was left upon the city. The stream lasted a long time, the dragon having drunk copious amounts of water (and eaten various unique foods) for this purpose. As it slowly tapered off and dribbled, the brown dragon methodically squeezed his steel-hard shaft, milking the organ for every last drop dribbled onto his new territory. Having fulfilled the first step to claiming his new grounds, he allowed himself to lean back, and prominently displaying the rigidly hard meat between his legs, roared out his dominance to the skies.
The pressing sensation in his loins, however, quickly alerted him to his other needs. Bunching his leg muscles underneath him, he quickly took to the skies again, the downstroke of his wings flattening buildings underneath the gigantic gust it generated. The broad hindfeet of the brown dragon left deep imprints where the spring-loaded muscles forcefully drive them into the concrete ground, the craters smeared with blood from heedlessly trampled victims and sweat from the lustful dragon's body. Once airborne again, the winged beast scanned the city below for the mate he so desperately needed. Finally, he saw a promising sight. A steep descending slope into some kind of underground tunnel. He landed lightly, even so crumbling the ground beneath his feet to rubble, the thick pads on his soles crushing all caught beneath them to pulp. Peering down, he saw a multitude of humans fleeing down to passageway, which he thought was odd, since said passageway was about to be filled with his rather thick dragonhood. A soft rumbling sound came from within the tunnel, and he looked closer to see what was making it, but the darkness blotted out sight beyond the tunnel entrance. Further inspection also revealed another annoyance: the tunnel was split into two halves by a divider in the middle. Each half was labeled by a sign in human glyphs above it; moving ground descended and ascended in each tunnel. Growling in annoyance, the brown dragon thrust forwards a foretoe down one of the passages, pressing at the divider. To his surprise and satisfaction, the divider crumpled almost instantly, reduced to rubble beneath the probing digit. Raising himself back onto all fours, he slowly padded forwards until the hole was lined up with his member.
With a soft moan, he thrust into the tunnel. The gigantic meat pulverized the entrance with the first blow, huge chunks of cement turning spontaneously into gravel as the intruding member ground them into dust. The rough feeling sent spasms through the dragon's body. It was the first time he'd ever felt something so different than the gentle folds of a female or the soft clay of the earth. Yet it felt so wonderful, like his own rough pads when he sought release alone. He withdrew slightly and bunched his muscles again, ramming his erection into the battered tunnel. Humans caught beneath the onslaught were instantly smushed into paste, only serving as crimson lubricant for the mud-colored dragon. The second stroke pressed the shaft deeper into the tunnel, burying slightly over half its length in the tunnel. The dragon withdrew again, this time almost completely pulling his member out of the now-unrecognizable subway entrance, his hind legs extended, firmly muscled rear protruding into the air. With a final lust-filled growl, he slammed forwards again, the thickly-veined dragon cock hilting itself at last inside the tunnel. The pleasure was incredible; the tunnel was tighter than a female's tailhole, and even less flexible than the clay he usually used to mark his territory. He could feel his loins churning, the pleasure fuelling his seed-producing capabilities.
Slowly, the brown drake began thrusting into the tunnel in slow, measured strokes, pulling out almost the full length of his shaft before sinking it methodically all the way in again. He developed a regular rhythm, the crunching of his thrusts eerily resonant in the suddenly-silent city as the surviving humans stared in horror at the defilement of their subway system. Inside, unwary trains screeched to a halt in front of the flaring cockhead suddenly looming into view, only to get brutally compacted against the cars behind as the meat crashed forwards again, flattening the frail metal structures and their contents. In and out the dragon thrust, his rhythm speeding up as his lust mounted. Bits of stray concrete and twisted metal flew as the grating cock dragged them out, the dragon's cock still almost completely withdrawing on each pull-out despite the speed. He could feel his shaft swelling larger as it slowly filled with seed, bulging out the concrete walls of the tunnel as he pumped faster and faster. His fore and hindpaws sunk deeper into the concrete with each thrust, the craters deepened by the explosions of power that each stroke was. Pre leaked liberally from the wide slit at the tip of his cock, the sticky ooze ensnaring those unfortunate enough to be caught in it. It mixed with the bloody lubricant already coating the throbbing member, creating wet squelching sounds every time the dragon thrust in, and even wetter sucking sounds every time he pulled out. His field of vision narrowed as he approached climax, focusing on nothing but the pumping that his hips were frantically performing as he rammed the ground harder and harder.
Finally, the brown dragon could hold back no longer and began reaching climax. His thrusts became shorter, keeping almost all of his length buried inside the tunnel, the drake's hips pressing flush with the ground on every push. The base of his cock began to almost boil with fluid, swelling and cracking the walls that could only barely contain it. As the dragon semen traveled up the length of his shaft, he began pulling further out, keeping the short strokes but stimulating different areas of his meat, coaxing the seed to build up more and more. Finally, he reached his cock-head, the flared out piece of meat slightly difficult to pop out from the too-small entrance. He pulled it out, almost painful with pleasure, and rubbed it with quick, hard thrusts against the rough entrance to the tunnel. That last action pushed him over the edge, and with a resounding roar he raised his hindquarters into the air and slammed them back down again, fully hilting inside of the tunnel, his hips pressed flush against the gravelly entrance.
Inside, the head of his colossal member throbbed once, twice, a white plug seeming to form at the yawning slit before a white explosion rocked the tunnel, a geyser of thick, goopy dragon seed spewing down the tunnel, washing everything in a sticky blanket of white. The brown drake came with strong, steady spurts, each clenching of his loins sending liquid tons of seed deep into the underground subway system. The ropes of dragon seed covered everything, the viscous fluid sliming everything inside with their presence. Waves of the slime surged through the subway system, spreading throughout the entire city, the thick stench of the dragon's musk saturating the ground around the coated areas. Eventually, after enough time, the seed would seep into the ground, spreading the scent through the entire area, marking the ground as his.
Spent, the brown dragon panted as his orgasm tapered off, his cock still hard and constantly oozing seed, but the initial shockwaves of pleasure slowly ebbing. He slowly folded his fore and hind-legs, sprawling across the crumbled area of his new dominion, panting heavily. A rumbling in his gut and a clenching at his tailhole told him of one last thing he was to do before the land became truly his. Groaning pleasurably at the thought of what he was about to do, he could feel his member start to harden into its steel-hard state again. But that could wait until another time. Closing his eyes, he grunted heavily and flexed his tail muscles, bearing down with his gut. A thick, loud crackling sound filled the air, and the humans who had survived the ordeals so far retched in disgust and horror at what further indignity was about to befall their city.
The puckered tailhole yawned wide, the ominous crackling sound continuing as sunlight shone on anal flesh almost never exposed. The flesh was suddenly covered again as a thick, brown mass slid slowly outwards. It inched slowly out of the anal ring, the huge bulk compacted tightly after days in the dragon's body. The loud crunching noises it made as it slowly slid out only increased the dragon's satisfaction, and he pressed harder. Finally, the first gigantic lump fully emerged from the straining rump and crunched through the debris on the ground, causing the dragon to let out a deep pleasured moan as his tailhole clenched shut again. Immediately, he was forced into another groan as another thick mass forced itself out of his rump. The crackling sound started again as a longer log forced its way out, pressing past the buildings and plowing through structures, crumbling their sides where the heavy waste smashed through. Letting out a sigh, the drake clenched his tailhole once more, savoring the wonderful feel of his wastes passing through him, and extremely aroused at what he was doing to the city. Another hard log pressed at the exit, and he obligingly let it out. It crackled dryly as it slid out, adding to the already-large load steaming on the ground. He let out a hiss as sudden pain hit his lower belly and he felt his tailhole open wide of its own accord. Without warning, a loud squelch sounded as a massive load of slightly muddier dragon excrement piled out of the brown dragon's rear.
Letting out a groan of relief as the sudden outflow finished, he raised himself back on all fours, pulling his still-erect member out, shredding the remnants of the subway entrance. The muddy dragon took a deep breath, savoring the stench of his musk, urine, and dung ripening in the midday air. This territory was his now. All that was left to do was to make hatchlings to one day inherit the land. Grinning, the brown dragon stroked his erect dragonhood with anticipation. Bunching his leg muscles underneath him one last time on the city, he pushed upwards, leaving two final deep imprints on the city, soaring away to find some of the dragonesses who had looked at him so lustfully before.