Lycaon's Stroll

Story by Sovrim Terraquian on SoFurry

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#4 of Twenty-minute tales

LycaonDC stomps through a crowded street, then pleasures himself.

21m48s, 1028 words. Inspired by an RP.


Lycaon laughed as he looked at the tiny, scurrying furs at his feet. At 150 meters tall, the gold anthrodragon loomed massively over almost every structure in the city; the creatures at his feet were barely taller than his toes. The dragon walked along without any regard to the havoc brought by his presence alone, allowing his feet to fall where they may. Every step he took left a paw-shaped crater in the streets; roads were never meant to support the thousands of tons that came crashing down with every footfall of this scaly God walking down their path.

Even the buildings struggled to cope with the mighty dragon. Lycaon's tail whipped from side to side as he walked, tearing into structures without slowing down. The buildings collapsed into a heap of rubble behind him as he walked along, causing a wave of dust and debris to push through the crowds on the streets below. That made it harder for them to see the dragon towering above, though they could still hear the rhythmic impacts of his feet crashing to the ground with each step.

To those on the streets, all they could do was run. They split up at each intersection. Most had the sense not to hide in buildings, as few structures survived for long as the steady series of earthquakes caused millions of dollars in damage with each of the dragon's steps. Vehicles were of little use either; given the thousands of people flooding the streets there was no room to even maneuver a vehicle. Besides, cars were hardly defense against the dragon either. They too were crushed like a cheap aluminum can under his relentless tread, mixed with other debris under his feet.

Lycaon didn't bother watching where he was walking, either. He cared not what or who was under his feet when they came down to the streets below. If someone didn't get out of his way, that was their problem, not his. They were all at his mercy and that mercy was in extremely short supply. It's not like such weak creatures deserved a break just for being so tiny, weak, and pathetic compared to the golden god chasing them along. He was the predator. They were prey. And if he wanted to play with his food, who could stop him?

Occasionally he would take a longer step and bring his foot down on a particularly dense part of the crowd, just to savor the feeling of all those little bodies writhing desperately beneath him. He applied pressure slowly, but even that was fatal to many within the first moment. Those beneath the ball and heel of his plantigrade foot were the first to go. Their bodies put up minimal resistance as the god stepped down; they crunched, then burst, as their bodies failed to support even that tiny fraction of a gold dragon's weight. Those beneath the arch of his foot had the worst time of it. They were trapped entirely beneath Lycaon and could only watch, helplessly, as dozens of their friends and neighbors crunched beneath that giant foot. Red splashes hit those little ones before they were finally snuffed out as well, crushed by a single step from the giant. When he finally moved on, his footstep was stained red, but there was nothing recognizable. If not for the unmistakable scent of death, one could imagine he simply stepped in a pool of red ink.

After a few minutes of this game, Lycaon was too turned on to continue just stomping on micros. His cock was rock hard, larger than a semi-truck, and bobbed heavily in the air with every step he took. If it crashed against a building, the structure would simply crumble; his manhood alone could overpower anything these tiny creatures could construct. At first he started to jerk himself off. His precum flowed freely from his dragonhood, landing on the street in car-sized droplets that could trap several people within. They would quickly drown as they proved unable to break the surface tension of a single droplet of his pre. But even this was not enough; Lycaon wanted even more.

To set the stage, the gold dragon whipped his tail around a particularly large building - one of the few that came close to matching his size and sent it toppling into the street behind him. He then quickly leapt over the crowd, crashing with the force of a meteor two blocks away. This caused the entire crowd to stop abruptly, aside from a few who found themselves pushed against the toes of this giant dragon. He grinned at the sight of thousands of people spread out beneath him and slowly got onto all fours, allowing that heavy, throbbing dragon cock to start leaking over more and more people. They tried to turn around and run the other way, but there was nowhere for them to go now that the main street had been blocked and the alleyways were full of people.

Lycaon used one hand to grab the base of his cock and started slamming it against the ground, crushing people beneath his meaty flesh. It made a loud slap against the earth, destroying people and pavement alike. The crushing against his glans was delightful and he slowly crawled forward, using his dick to simply beat micros into oblivion by the dozens. By the time he'd gotten half way through the crowd he roared in climax. His seed shot over the remaining victims in the street, covering them all in a thick layer of cum, weighing them down and pinning them to the street. They tried to escape, but his cum was too thick to move through and it seemed to force itself into their mouths, their noses, and any other exposed holes. The squirming masses quickly died out; thousands were overwhelmed by a giant dragon just cumming all over them.

With a lustful, amused smirk, Lycaon stood up and turned around, leaving his seed there as a sign of his power, and to go look for another group of tiny, helpless creatures to torment just so he could get off once again.