Shavaran pages: Shavaran has good hearing. But being very tall, he doesn't quite hear you. However... he DOES feel the vibrations of something really small and he can figure out the approximate location. So he looks in your general direction. Missing you, but only barely. His nostrils flaring. His sense of smell, as indicated by his somewhat theropod head, is excellent after all.

You page-pose, "Fox gasps and ducks down in the grass, just his eartips showing. He sits very, very still, though he can't help trembling." to Shavaran

Shavaran pages: Trembling helps him detect you, as does your scent. Which you could not sufficiently hide from him anyway. His eyes soon focussing on you. And he is huge too. Fifteen foot tall.

You page-pose, "Fox peers up and sees the massive beast's eyes fix on him. With a yelp he panics and leaps up out of the grass. Wheeling, he begins running for his life." to Shavaran

Shavaran pages: Shavaran doesn't spread his wings, his sight is good too. And one step from him equals alot of steps from you. So he just calmly pursues you. Making sure you don't slip into any place where you'd be hard to reach.

You page-pose, "Fox hears a jarring crash behind him. The ground shudders and makes him stumble a little. When he looks back he gapes in terror, seeing a massive draconian foot sweeping through the air, coming down hard behind him, the big clawed toes splaying as the beast's weight rolls forward onto them. He stumbles again, and tries to dart off in another direction." to Shavaran

Shavaran pages: Shavaran's saurian-esque claws for now remain behind you. He simply follows you calmly. If you seem to dart towards a hideout it'll be easy for him to put a foot in front of your path.

You page-pose, "Fox runs at a frantic pace, his legs whirling into a blur. But the giant behind him is barely strolling, following him at a casual pace. Each time he looks back he sees the towering legs rising into the air, the big claws slamming down like falling trees right behind him. He begins to tire, his own pace slowing, and he stumbles more often." to Shavaran

Shavaran pages: Shavaran simply follows you. He'll pick you up once you are tired out. Its much easier that way. And why exert himself? Considering your caloric value to someone his size.

You page-pose, "Fox spies a tree root in the distance, with a gap beneath it. In the faint hope that it might offer some protection he darts off toward it, his chest heaving as he tries to keep up the strength, and the speed." to Shavaran

Shavaran pages: Shavaran anticipated this, so he just puts his foot in front of the tree. His leg swinging over you and coming down in front of you. How amusing for him, how terrifying for you!

You page-pose, "Fox squeals as the underside of your foot sweeps past overhead. He staggers and skids to a halt to keep from being stepped on as the mighty foot lands in front of him, easily blocking his path. Both arms sway for balance, and he backpedals away, and then turns and tries to stumble off in the other direction." to Shavaran

Shavaran pages: Shavaran lets you stumble off. But still follows. That same slow pace. Till you give up or become so slow you wouldn't be able to move much in the time it'd take him to bend down.

You page-pose, "Fox yelps hoarsely as another echoing footfall slams down very close behind him. He stumbles once more and this time he falls, landing hard on his face. For a brief second he lies there, shaking and gasping, and then he rises to all fours and begins to crawl in a desperate effort to get away." to Shavaran

Shavaran pages: When you are ready to start crawling the dragon is already bending forward. A dark form covered in a glossy jetblack snake-skin. You don't get to crawl far. You are simply picked up in a leathery claw.

You page-pose, "Fox is surrounded by an ominous shadow and flips over to his back. He screams, his vision filled with a gargantuan hand, its outstretched fingers tipped by vicious claws, the leathern palm descending rapidly. He tries vainly to ward it off, but the great fingers sweep around him and squeeze him in a scaly embrace in which he writhes helplessly." to Shavaran

Shavaran pages: Shavaran brings you to his great muzzle. Like that of a tyrannosaur, except that it is crowned by horns. You can writhe all you like, it doesn't help you. And even biting would probably be useless. The skin may not be armoured but its thick and you probably would be hard pressed to break it. He simply brings you to his muzzle and takes in your scent. Before tossing you into his carvernous fang-filled mouth. Not even chewing, his jaws ill-designed for that anyway. But just swallowing you whole.

You page-pose, "Fox's eyes bug out as he's lifted to the monster's jaws, and then callously flung inside. He lands upon your tongue and immediately begins to squirm, but it is no use. The powerful tongue rises up, squeezing him against the giant's palate and then forcing him back into the fleshy embrace of your gullet. He is swallowed, alive and screaming, his body wriggling the whole way down." to Shavaran

Shavaran pages: The dark, saurian dragon swallows you and grunts softly. Now that he knows your scent he could try and locate your origins. Perhaps there is a bunch of you elsewhere. He spreads his wings and pushes himself up into the sky. His fantastic sight and smell could help him locate more of your kind if he doesn't fly up to high.

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Shavaran is flying over the area. Going in the direction from which he detected you. His eyes and nose alert on any signs of more foxes. He detects the city sooner then he expected and goes up higher into the sky. Then lets himself drop down. Spreading his wings out at the last moment to slow his descent. Landing squarely in the middle of the little city. He expected a burrow with a handful of them. But this'll do.

( The entire city rocks with a deafening BOOM that leaves the tall buildings swaying and shuddering. All throughout the streets tiny foxes rush out and peer around in bewilderment, wondering what could have caused such a shock. An earthquake? An explosion? Only those closest to the point of impact know what is happening. Thrown off of their feet, they stare in dumbfounded shock at the colossal black legs towering before them, and nightmarish black wings stretching high overhead and blotting out the sun. Blood seeps from beneath the giant's toes, all that remains of those who had been beneath him when he landed. )

Shavaran feels some foxes beneath his claws. It doesn't bother him at all when there are THIS many. He just steps forward to where he notices most of them gather. And he casually starts to pursue them as he folds up his wings. Knocking a building out of his way with a casual swipe of his claw. And sending it crashing into the smaller buildings below.

( At first the onlookers just gawk silently at the giant, their tiny minds unable to grasp the enormity of the danger. That fact becomes eminently clear to them as the monster snaps his wings in to his body and then begins to walk forward, casually stepping on the thunderstruck foxes and crushing them as easily as crushing a swarm of roaches. A wholesale scream rises, like the whine of a mosquito, and the street becomes a living river of tiny redfurred bodies flowing in a slow stream away from you. )

( These foxes are slow-witted! He didn't think his next two steps would smash into more of them. His leathery pads and his weight crushing them quite effectively. A few lucky (or unlucky!) ones live. Some gruesomely half crushed with only their upper half intact, but the 'luckier' ones only suffering a smashed limb. He doesn't care either way about these. Its the ones in front of him he wants. His thick tail swaying casually and in the process mowing down an entire row of tall buildings. He doesn't want to chase these foxes all the way through town though. So he simply opens his mouth. Two glands in roof of his mouth unleashing his breath weapon. A powerful acid that hits the ground in front of them and simply melts it away. Leaving a smouldering pit in front of them. Buildings on either side and himself coming up the rear. )

( The slower-running foxes squeal and cower as the giant's shadow overtakes them. They look up to see the vast underside of his foot moving over them, and then coming down on them, growing larger and larger as it approaches. The leathery sole is smeared with blood and bits of meat and pelt, all that is left of those who have been trampled. Their screams stop abruptly as they are stepped on, ground into nothingness by the monster who simply moves on, oblivious to those he has just killed. At the front of the crowd a sheet of liquid splashes down. Those struck by it howl in short-lived agony as their bodies quickly melt into bones, which then are themselves dissolved away. The crowd stumbles to a terrified halt, piling up at the edge of the crater, those at the front being pushed in by those still shoving forward in the rear. Most of them turn and cry out at the sight of the gargantuan claws pounding relentlessly closer to them, the muscular legs stretching high into the air, and far above a cold and emotionless reptilian visage. )

Shavaran walks over to the mob. Shuffling forward when he approaches their edge. Not crushing any more of them. But packing them tightly. A few might tumble into the pit, and will probably receive nasty burns from the residue of his acid breath. But the rest can now be easily scooped up. A handful of them gathered in one of those big claws as his mouth opens and they are tossed in. Swallowed hole. Though a few are snapped in half when those jaws close. Bits of foxes falling down on the crowd as that hand comes for them again.

( The ones eaten barely get to enjoy a better fate. They live slightly longer. But once they enter his stomach they find it acid greeting them as well. And of a variety thats only somewhat milder. Which isn't much of a relief. Granted, they die pretty fast. But they get to be in pain just a while longer. The first handful followed by a second and a third. He eats as casually as he was walking before. But at his size dozens dissappear into his mouth at once with each handful. )

( They are swallowed all at once, in a single writhing mass. They scream and kick the whole way down, their bodies tumbling down into the dragon's cavernous stomach, where they find the only mercy that they will be afforded -- a rather quick death. They thrash about for only a few seconds before going limp, their flesh melting into a nourishing broth, even their bones softening, the smaller ones dissolving like icicles in boiling water. Everything, their entire being, is taken by the dragon and made his, their bodies digested and turned into muscle and energy for their destroyer. Those below scramble about, pushing at one another and screaming madly as the huge hand comes down to claim them. Some try to crawl past the gigantic feet, while yet more take their chances in the pit of acid, while the giant eats the entire crowd alive, one shrieking handful after another. )

( The ones in the pit will live, at least, providing the dragon doesn't kill them later. But they suffer horrible burns and would be hard pressed to climb out. The dragon simply continuing his meal as he shifts further forward. At his size this crowd is big enough to make a filling snack. Which is all he needs right now but which still causes him to deplete the herd of foxes entirely. Leaving only gruesome morsels that get seared off whenever his mouth closes. )

( The awful screams and the giant's ominous gulping sounds are punctuated by a sickening splat, as bodies and parts of bodies drop from the terrible jaws and land with meaty sounds upon the ground around the monster's feet. Twenty or more are devoured at a time, gulped down like so many morsels of candy. The crowd thins out quickly, the number dwindling from a thousand to hundreds to only a few score, all backed up against the rim of the crater. More and more of them break and try to run between your feet, hoping to escape behind you, while the bottom of the pit is now filled with writhing and wailing forms, much of their fur burned off. )

Shavaran doesn't need to do much to prevent them from running. He just drops his big tail down. Crushing the fastest of them and trapping the rest under his ass. Which the dragon promptly drops down before they can run back. His legs pushing outwards. Kicking a few other foxes into the pit as his asscheeks smush most of the foxes below him into jelly. Others might live but they are trapped in his cleft. This taken care off he continues to feast, thinning the herd out further as he ignores any survivors that might be underneath him. At least for now.

( A band of would be escapees race between the colossal feet, and it seems that they are free at last. But then a titanic wall of scaly muscle comes crashing down before them, smashing those at the front of their group into jelly. They skid to a halt, back up, turn, look up....and stare in helpless terror at the sight of the giant dragon's rump rushing down toward them. They choke out disbelieving screams, their legs paralyzed, realizing slow to dawn on them that the monster is going to sit on them. Most of them die with that image burned into their souls, their bodies squashed under a mighty slab of muscle. Several are knocked down and buried under a truck-sized scrotum, their limbs kicking feebly as they are pressed to the ground. Still others are caught between, pinned horribly beneath the spongey flesh of the giant's anus, there to writhe in unimaginable horror. The rest of the crowd rushes about like a disturbed ant colony between the mighty walls of the dragon's thighs, while the beast continues to feast on them, plucking them from the ground and eating them without any more care than he might give to a handful of sweet berries. )

Shavaran is a carnivore. To him, these little foxes ARE the equivalent of sweet berries. And he continues eating them. Feeling some of the little foxes struggle under his musty anus and wiggling a little. That IS pleasant. But he's a pretty methodical one and he finishes his meal first. Clearing the area in front of him of little foxes. Swallowing the last scooped together half-handful and then regarding the wailing ones in the pit... Naaah... He doesn't want to eat those too. He had enough really. He'll put them out of their misery. His mouth opening as his acid breath fires down into the pit, doing just that. The dragon only then leaning back to rub his anus over the few survivors of his meal.

( The last of the wailing morsels are snatched up and disappear into the dragon's jaws. A moment later there is a gulp, a brief struggle within the monster's stomach, and then the quiet gurgle of the dragon digesting his meal. The only sound are the gasping and yowling of those who are gradually burning alive in the pit. The monster's face appears over the rim, his jaws open...and their lives end, their bodies melting away as the pit grows even deeper still -- an act of disinterested mercy. There is no mercy, though, for those who are trapped, alive, beneath the titan's buttocks. They are mashed brutally beneath the monstrous anus as it grinds to and fro over them, the pulped remains of those beneath the beast's rump making a wet squishing and sucking noise with the motion. The wriggling beneath your balls grows more frantic as those captives are rolled helplessly this way and that, as the mighty balls drag over them. )

Shavaran lets out a pleased rumble. Feeling those wiggly little bodies press up against his pucker. And wriggling under his balls. His cock isn't hard yet, but it does slide out. Long and thick. Fun as this is though, there are only so few foxes here. And these must already be tired. He'll just kill these and herd together a new mob. Starting to rock back and forth. Wriggling, pressing down. Slowly crushing the few survivors under his balls and arse.

( The ground creaks and groans as the beast rocks from side to side, his heavy rump sinking down into the soil farther and farther. The helpless victims are soon crushed into juice, their bodies crackling and then turning soft and wet, smearing over the monster's tailhole. The others fare little better, ground beneath multi-ton balls, reduced to an oily stain on the bottom of the beast's scrotum. Pieces of pressed meat peel off from the underside of that heavy ballsac as the monster stands up. The street around him is deserted, silent, but neighboring streets are still alive with millions of frantic victims. Many of them do not even know what is happening, the tall buildings having blocked their view. There are only rumors and wild stories, leaving the populace confused and panicked and milling about the streets in confusion. )

Shavaran dusts himself off. Even if the foxes where fleeing he'd catch up to them from the air easily. But this time all he has to do is follow the sound. Even if hearing is not one of his primary senses its not underdevelopped either. And he can figure out where the murmur of crowds comes from. Simply leaping off into the direction. Spreading his wings as he sails a short distance towards it. Landing on a few houses, which don't quite survive that. His tail acting as a rudder smashing a few more buildings. It doesn't matter. Its playtime!

( One moment the street is a tense gathering place, voices whispering in terror, questions flying about and vague rumors being shared. In the blink of an eye there is a thunderous explosion and the ground rocks violently. Houses explode into flinders beneath a pair of gargantuan clawed feet; others are smashed to bits and sail off in a great arc as a colossal tail sweeps through them. Those on the street cower as bits of rubble rain down around them, and then they slowly peer up at a monstrous black shadow that rises before them. Muscular legs tower like trees; between them a fat, lengthy penis sways obscenely, thudding against enormous thighs. A looming torso, lean and sinewed, and above all, a hellishly grinning draconic muzzle, the teeth stained red, a few bits of fur wedged ominously between them. For a second as the echoes of your landing fade the street is silent. Then the screaming starts... )

( The dragon isn't intent on trapping them as casually as he did this time. Its more of a game now and he plays the part of the rampaging monster. Slamming his feet through houses and trashing his tail about. He causes untold destruction. But as he does so he does avoid killing too many of the foxes. Not sparing the few that happen to be in the wrong place of course. But making sure the big mob stays largely intact. Herding them, coralling them so he can play with them once he has gathered enough. )

Unaware that they are being deliberately driven, the mob flees, the only thought in their mind to escape. Behind them the mighty feet crash and pound, shattering the frail buildings and reducing to rubble in seconds what took months to build. The crowd surges before you, like a school of fish, the terrified foxes moving with a single mind down the street. )

Shavaran laughs, a soft rumble rather then a maniacal boom. But thats frightening in its own right. It sounds dark and sadistic. The dragon targeting a large building in front of them and firing off his breath weapon again. Dissolving much of it as well as much of surrounding buildings with his acid. A few dropplets raining down on the foxes below and singing a few unlucky ones terribly. If not fatally. There are alot of them now. So he starts wrapping it up. Starting to build a corral of wrecked buildings from which they can't escape.

( The crowd begins to falter, some trying to stop, others simply running into them and turning the flight into a chaotic rout, while above them a proud skyscraper literally begins to melt. Concrete oozes down from the facade, revealing the metal skeleton beneath; weakened, the building leans over and then topples, collapsing into a hissing mountain of semi-molten wreckage. The crowd veers away, only to see the dragon spit upon a second building, which likewise falls and blocks their path. From other buildings streams of refugees pour, having watched what happens were the beast's saliva to strike their hiding places. This swells the number below into a teeming mass, thousands of bodies packed in shoulder-to-shoulder, forminga living carpet of red and white fur. With a loud crash the last building topples, forming a great oblong corral. At one end of which is the tight, squirming pack of trapped foxes; at the other is the dragon, peering down at them with cruel mirth in his eyes. He towers over them, dwarfing them into insignficance before his sheer size and power. )

Shavaran now has his prey gathered where he wants them. Trapped and packed. So many of them. And so many of them are going a place possibly worse then his jaws. Definitly a more humiliating place to die. The dragon placing a foot on the corral as he picks up a single fox. Wounding it mortally as one of his claws penetrates it, though it still wiggles. Not a problem. Its to serve as lubricant anyway. The dragon popping it between his fingers as he then rubs those fingers over his anus. Making sure to stand over them so that they can see what he is doing. Using the crushed fox to lube himself up a little before he starts...

( Their shrieks rise to a wail as the giant's massive foot rises and swings over them. They writhe, thinking they are about to be crushed beneath it, but they watch in bewilderment as it continues up and forward, coming to rest with a *crump* upon the rim of the makeshift corral. Hundreds of eyes stare upward, wide and confused, at the giant standing over them, his bent leg making his huge rump-cheeks spread, revealing the enormous pucker of his anus nestled behind his heavy balls. Horror is reflected in those eyes as the giant picks up a helpless, flailing fox and heartlessly crushes it between his fingers. Guts and meat are ground into red oil, which the giant obscenely begins to smear around his anus. Realization begins to dawn here and there, and the mass packed in below you begins to writhe with growing desperation. )

Shavaran laughs again, that same cruel chuckle. They caught on! Faster then they did when he landed! The dragon still makes a show of it however. Rubbing over his ring longer then he really needs to before he finally scoops up the first handful of foxes. They'll get a show of that too! With his free hand he picks out the first one and places it against his anus. Starting to try and push it inwards. It doesn't work out to well the first time and the second fox ends up as lubricant as well. But the next one he picks goes alot easier. Sliding into his ass a moment before he follows it up with the next, and the next and the next. Pushing the first handful inwards quite rapidly.

( The crowd boils below you as your hand drops into their midst, the clawed fingers gathering up a dozen or more of the kicking morsels. Their limbs poke out from between your fingers and flail about; one body protrudes from between two fingers from the waist up and flops around in wild panic. That is the first to be plucked from the handful, and the one who suffers perhaps the most merciful death as he is squashed to death against the muscular ring. The next squeals noisily as he's lifted beneath the giant's tail, his head jerking side to side before it is crammed into the terrible orifice. The powerful ring stretches slightly around his shoulders as his wiggling body is fed inside, the ring clenching tightly around his feet and literally sucking him inside. The foxes below are being driven mad with horror as the dragon purposefuly torments them with the show, making sure that they see the full extent of his disdain for them. With nowhere to go, they are forced to watch as the titan, ignoring the pathetic screams and pleading of his captives, callously stuffs them into his ass, one by one, slowly filling his rectum with their writhing bodies. )

Shavaran can stuff LOTS of foxes into his ass. He's a huge dragon, and for that matter he's quite a flexible dragon too! Another handful is gathered and another handful is stuffed into his ass as well. Forming a nice wriggly mass. But its only the beginning. He wants his ass packed tight with them. And by the time he is at that point, the crowd will be badly depleted. But he also wants tha mass to wiggle. So he has to be fast, so that the first ones won't have suffocated by the time he presses in the final ones. So he starts cramming them in faster. Not caring if some die in the process. His anus relaxing as he packs them in in two's, then three's and then fours, fives and sixes. Leaning in closer so he can keep stuffing them in at a steady rapid pace. Cramming dozens of the little foxes into his ass.

( As handful after handful is swept up and doomed to a horrifying and humiliating fate, the foxes below are given more room to scramble about. That luxury is taken away as the dragon drops lower, and then his huge knee comes down in the midst of the crowd. The monster's ass looms over them, the huge tail swaying side to side as it is held upraised. Those below are given a horrible and clear view of the terrible orifice as it swallows their screaming brethren up, their writhing limbs vanishing into its clenching interior. The struggles of those within make the awful ring twitch as tiny hands and feet pummel at its inside. The great, living mass of furry bodies caresses you within in ways that no toy and no male's erection ever could, stroking and pushing and kneading at your inner walls. The very efforts of the helpless victims to escape serve only to please their giant tormentor further, and seal the fate of many others that are snatched up and forced inside to join them. )

Shavaran's cock slowly grows harder. Starting to swell, grow and perk up bit by bit. But for now he ignores that. Just focussing on stuffing his ass. The foxes get to 'enjoy' his show a while longer. But as the crowd clears out a bit under this onslaught he soon places his other knee into the coral as well and he raises his rear up a bit instead. Now that its fuller it is easier to stuff foxes in this way. And his swollen cocktip now almost touches the foxes that writhe about all around him. The dragon stuffing in upwards of a hundred foxes before he slows down and sits up again. Grinning at the remaining ones. Funtime is only just beginning!

( The corral grows even tigher as the dragon kneels within it, his lower legs forming two great walls between which hundreds of little foxes are still trapped, and beneath which dozens more have been heartlessly crushed flat. As if the sight of the evil beast cramming tiny foxes into his ass like mere toys is not enough of a torment, those trapped directly beneath your groin are now scrambling frantically to get out of the way as your colossal penis lengthens and drops down into their midst. The thick head swings heavily to and fro with the motion of your body each time you reach back to stuff more foxes in. Tons of meat turn into a living wrecking ball, bashing foxes left and right and leaving them bruised and broken. )

Shavaran by now has only one thing on his mind. Entertainment! And his entertainment, once his rectum is full of squirming foxes, is to add even more stimulations, before they stop squirming! He scoops up a huge pile of them on one side of the coral and then carefully sits on them. Many are crushed, but most are trapped in his cleft. They can beat up against his balls and the other side of his anus. The remaining herd of foxes now between his legs. Scooped closer to him and pressed against his crotch. His mammoth cock jutting up into the air tall and proud. This feels great and lets out a deep pleased grunt. This is going to be a messy orgasm. ( The foxes shriek and claw at one another and scramble in a visceral desperation to get away, but for them there will be no escape. They are in the dragon's power now. They belong to him, his property, to do with as he pleases, and now he sees fit to make that fact abundantly clear to him. They howl in dismay and flail about as the giant piles them up like sand and then cruelly sits on them, trapping an untold number beneath his tail. Great thighs thud down on either side of the remainder, who try to flee but are halted by enormous hands that plow them backward, piling them in a flailing mass against his thighs and huge balls. )

Shavaran uses almost all those foxes to pleasure himself now. There are still a few at the fringes of the corral. But its not worth it to gather them up. For all he cares they make it over the wall of debris and escape. By far the majority is either up his ass, under his ass or mashed against his crotch. Many of them pulled up against his massive cock as he starts smashing and rubbing them against it. Masturbating with them, and to their detriment.

( Those few who managed to escape your grasp huddle against the barrier, and watch with stunned expressions as their fellow foxes are treated to a disgusting display of scorn and degradation. Their tiny bodies are squeezed violently between thick fingers and the vast surface of the giant's erection. Their eyes bug out of their heads and they gurgle, tongues outthrust, as the massive hand starts to roughly grind them up and down, smearing them along the terrible length. A few of them come apart, their bodies crunching and squelching, leaving long red smears as they are ground to pulp between cock and finger. Held too tightly to breathe they make no sound, but screams can still be heard. They are muffled, far-off sounding, but still quite audible. It is the desperate screams of those trapped in the hellacious confines of the giant's ass, their struggles continuing while the beast pleasures himself with those in his grip. )

Shavaran closes his eyes. Just feeling about for more foxes. Plenty of them trapped between his legs and pulled back if they try to escape. The first batch of foxes is smashed against his dick. And the second batch follows. Crushed even faster as he gets more excited. His ass now wiggling on the littles underneath them. Compressing them against his anus. He is starting to feel orgasm build up inside him, and the third group of foxes follows the way of the second. Crushed into gore against his pulsing cock. A fourth batch gets more of a chance to squirm, and the dragon is close now. Pre streaming out of his cockslit as he grunts out in pleasure.

( The ground in front of the monster's balls is turned into a veritable swamp, a mixture of blood and precum and chunks of bodies. Dozens of lives are snuffed out as the beast literally masturbates them into oblivion, crushing them into warm, wet lubricant against his gargantuan penis, which is now red and glistening from base to tip. The struggles beneath him are steadily growing fainter as the powerful ass-cheeks begin to clamp together, squeezing the hapless victims up against the massive tailhole and slowly smothering them. Clawed fingers hold a small group trapped up against the enormous balls, letting their wriggling caress the great globes, while wiggling bodies are scrubbed roughly up and down, each one hoping desperately that the giant reaches his climax before they are squashed like the others. )

Shavaran keeps mashing foxes against his crotch. But some of the last ones get 'lucky'. The dragon roaring out as his orgasm comes upon him. Hitting his hard as massive amounts of seed shoot out. Crashing down on the few foxes that remain below in vast quantities. The screams inside of him and underneath him silenced as his mighty rectum crushes them to pulp and his buttcheeks clench, smashing those below and inside of him alike in his violent orgasm.

( The roar is enough to shatter eardrums. Those being held up against your cock and balls wheeze and their eyes bug out as they are squeezed hard, their little bodies quivering as they strain against the pressure of your fingers. A second later a great wave of dragoncum comes pouring down over them, the first spurt crashing down from above and flowing over your fingers, to pool on the ground between your legs. Even over the roar can be heard a crackling and crunching noise, as you savagely crush your unwilling playthings within your ass. Redness squirts out from the clenching ring of your tailhole as the bodies within are mashed into juice. The only ones left unscathed are the small handful who had escaped being captured, and are now cowering against the semi-molten fence you have created, where they hope to remain unnoticed. Silently they pray that the beast, now that he has satisfied his lusts, will simply ignore them, and perhaps even release those who are still alive -- if only barely -- and held against his malehood. )

Shavaran hisses as the last of his seed finally spurts and then dribbles out. The floor of the corral now stained with thick white globs of his cum. He sits there panting for a while, but then spies the survivors. Standing up as those still in his hand and brushed away. Falling to their deaths. He then moves towards the corner of the corral and squats over them. Visiting a final indignation on them as he grunts and pushes out the compressed corpses that where smashed inside of him. Dead foxes, sticking together by now, forced out of his anus as they bury the survivors. It is however his last deed here. He is satisfied and he decides to leave the rest of the city for what it is. Bending his legs and pushing off. Taking flight and heading home for a hot bath and some rest.

( The survivors howl in dismay and cower -- what else can they do? -- as the monster steps over them and then squats down, his tail upraised. The great orifice above them clenches, and their screams are abruptly silenced as they are buried beneath the pathetic remains of those whom the dragon had chosen to serve him. The rest of the city quakes in fear as a huge shadow erupts from the smoking ruins on leather wings, and with powerful downbeats rises into the clouds and out of sight. )