Because I'm terrible awesome at naming things.

A story for  ether3al featuring his mate,  goddesskrystal showing a lesser macro how city-wide destruction is really done. Enjoy!

Krystal is  goddesskrystal.

Jenna belongs to me. c:

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A terrible crack of thunder rumbled over the heads of nine million citizens and the bustling metropolis they dwelled in. Few bothered to look to the cloudless skies above them, scratching their heads in confusion at the deafening boom that suddenly came and went; fewer still took notice of the trembling earth beneath their feet, thinking it no more than the usual rumbling of heavy traffic or construction work. Yet the disturbance only grew in strength, forcing more and more people to stop and stare in deathly silence with every rhythmic tremor that shook their bodies. One by one their fearful gazes turned to the skyscrapers surrounding them – watching them swaying dangerously in the air like blades of grass in a gentle breeze. Within these towering shells of metal and glass their occupants panicked and fled, pouring into the streets; their anxious voices drowning in the chorus of countless windows rattling in unison. The gathering throng stood in the midst of gridlocked traffic; passengers and drivers alike abandoned their vehicles and added to the nervous scene, silently exchanging timid glances with one another. Then they heard the screams.

Their wailing carriers sprinted and stumbled towards the shocked onlookers – stark terror visible upon their faces only moments before colliding with the huddled mass. Chaos ensued between the two disparate groups as they clashed; fleeing city dwellers bowled over their fellow citizens, pushing and shoving anyone aside that stood in the way of their escape. Others fought back, grabbing shirts and pants or flailing hands and arms – anything to keep the stampeding runners from trampling the frightened denizens. Only the earsplitting roar of air and the quivering of the land itself ceased their fighting, tossing everyone to the asphalt all at once. From the ground their eyes grew wide with horror, now forced to see the sight of trembling buildings all around them. The growing dread of claustrophobia hung in the minds of every citizen present as all eyes watched the buildings above leaning inwards towards them. Older, more rigid structures were the first to fall. Pieces of themselves showered debris upon the streets and helpless city dwellers, scattering the cowering crowd. From higher still, thick panes of glass jolted and cracked and shattered from the stress. Others slipped from their windows and hurled themselves into the street, smashing into millions of gleaming little bits. Then another blow struck the city and the ground quivered in response, rattling the thousands of deserted vehicles crisscrossing the choked roads and streets; their former owners long since fled from the coming quakes that continued to build upon themselves. It was only then that some of the fleeing citizens tried to stop others, to ask them what they were running from to begin with. The few that bothered to respond could only point a trembling finger to the growing shadow behind them.

A dark shape spilled into the roads and crept up the walls of buildings as it quickly approached the scene, accompanied by the violent upheaval of the ground and a terrible roar that followed. The few that stayed – too afraid to move, or speak, or even think – couldn’t help but gaze upon that horrible silhouette, unable to decipher the amorphous shape that threatened to consume the light around them. They could only watch and wait with despair written on their faces as the trembling ceased and a part of its obscure form extended itself. Then panic spread through the throng as they witnessed an impossibly large orange and white furred hand reaching for the nearby skyscraper.

Its white palm gripped the upper half of the structure and dug into the building, crunching countless tons of steel within its powerful hand as its long and slender orange fingers held themselves steady. The heavy groaning and wailing of warping metal filled the terrified crowd’s ears; now at the mercy of gravity and plummeting debris, many crouched and covered their heads, the sounds of destruction heralded the arrival of the rest of its towering, feminine form. An enormous tiger, whose piercing emerald eyes glared at the hapless group of people beneath her, smiled. Thin black stripes crisscrossed her athletic torso, arms and legs – stopping at the white fur of her stomach, concealed by the tattered remains of clothing that covered her chest, waist and upper legs. The tigress took another step forward, letting her vast foot strike the ground heel first. The back of her foot cracked the asphalt, gouging a deep hole into the ground, giving the retreating populace a generous glimpse of her broad white sole moments before the rest of her foot came to a rest on the fractured street with a deafening thud that crushed and crunched dozens of vehicles beneath the sheer weight of her sole and clawed toes. From high above the feline’s grin grew wide. Her lips slowly parted to reveal her sharp, carnivorous fangs as she felt her foot filling the road – her little and big toes touching each end of the spacious street. Each of her long digits curled and clenched themselves with delight, taking in the surprisingly wonderful feeling of crumpled metal being crushed in the wrinkles of her sole and the gaps between her toes.

Her keen eyes fixed upon the crowd and gazed into their wide stares, noting their mixed reactions of fear and awe. They were suitable responses, she thought to herself as a hand came to a rest on her curvy hip; the other on the damaged roof of the six hundred foot tall skyscraper. It was hard for her to imagine that mere hours ago she was one of them – another insect scurrying around along the floor, searching for scraps to further her meaningless existence. But the power that awoke within her and flowed through her veins had finally set her free. And it was magnificent. The thought of being so much larger and far more powerful than anyone else on the planet brought a cold chuckle to her lips. But this height was appropriate, she supposed, briefly looking down at herself then back to the fear-stricken denizens. It made the ants stop scurrying for a second, at least. The tigress lowered herself, crouching to her knees to get a better glimpse of the city and the world she left behind.

“You’re all probably wondering what’s going to happen next,” she said coolly, listening to her own smooth and booming voice echoing through the streets and ratting the windows of the buildings around her. “But a better thought is what you could be doing to serve me – your new master.”

Her words were met with stunned silence. Her ears twitched and swiveled picking up murmurs and whisperings of confusion and unease among the rabble beneath her. Typical. She should have expected this from such weak-willed specks. The feline snorted and rose to her full height once more, rivaling the size of the structure she leaned against. Her long, fluffy tail brushed against the lower half of the building, thumping against the side; smashing the glass panes with its soft mass.

The tiger sighed and pursed her lips before speaking once more, lowering her voice to a threatening growl. “I see there are those among you that refuse. That’s fine. I’m sure you have more important things to do that don’t involve living a little longer or serving me.”

She turned to face the building and without warning the massive feline grit her teeth and hopped onto her back leg. And with a quick swivel and shift of her foot and hips, the muscles in her thighs tensed and her long leg lashed out at the skyscraper with an explosive kick that rocked the city. Momentum carried her limb as it gutted the structure, tearing apart hundreds of feet of building with ease as her foot tore through the other end and sent debris flying in every direction. A fiendish grin spread across her features as she felt the cold innards of the building quivering around her leg. Her eyes stared at the impaled building as it shuddered from the force of the blow, ears twitching with the sounds of destruction and the screams of terror that reached them. When she pulled her limb from the gaping wound, the skyscraper began to buckle and crumble apart, unable to hold itself up any longer. It fell to the earth and collapsed into a heap of rubble, throwing dust and debris to the sky, only to rain down onto the nearby buildings and streets. Walls and asphalt were dented, impaled and pockmarked and by beams of steel and chunks of structure. The citizens scattered and screamed, scrambling for what refuge they could find.

She broke into gleeful laughter, rattling their fragile little ears with a howl of triumph. “That’s right, my prey, run and hide! The longer it takes for you to see reason, the more of this city I’ll trash. You best come to your senses soon – I’m in a stomping mood.”

The tigress grinned at the sight of city dwellers fleeing the area surrounding her, their shrill shrieks of horror filling the air as they ran. It was an impressive demonstration of her might, if she could say so herself. Even if they didn’t surrender, it wouldn’t be much of a loss; she was eager to try out her new size, and it had been a while since she got a good workout in. Her green eyes scoured the block, hunting for another suitable structure to crush beneath her heel. And when she spotted an older structure she raised her foot once more, leaving behind vast indents in the shape of her toes and sole as her foot hung over the smaller building, eager to grind it into the dust the moment she desired it.

“Cute,” a feminine voice called out; the silky tone of her singular utterance carried itself into the tiger’s ears, cutting short the feline’s rampage. She pulled her foot away from the structure and wheeled about, turning her head in surprise; eyes furrowed as she scanned the urban landscape, only to find herself alone amidst the skyscrapers. Odd. She swore she heard someone say something just now.

“Who said that?” she cautiously growled – eyes swiveling, ears twitching and turning, searching for the source of the sound.

“I did,” the voice responded. Again the tigress turned around, gritting her teeth in frustration at the sight of an empty sky. The voice sounded so close, so clear – as if someone was speaking to her from behind her shoulder. She half-expected to see another equally tall being addressing her. Even that would have been more comforting to her than hearing a disembodied voice talking back to her.

“Show yourself!” the feline snapped. “Where are you?”

“Down here,” the voice said. “Where the crowd was.”
With reluctance, she did as the voice instructed and peered at the fractured, rubble-strewn road near the ruins of the skyscraper. Narrowing her eyes she scanned the streets, looking for any signs of life among the debris and dust. And within seconds, she did an astonished double-take – she something moving towards her. A faint smile formed on the lips of the massive feline. Looks like someone chose to stick around after all. The earth sunk with the weight of the tigress’ hands and legs as she lowered herself, blocking the wide road with her towering frame. The muscles in her limbs tensed while she crept forwards on all fours, as a cat would to stalk her meal. Her tail swayed in the air with piqued interest, her body relaxing itself slightly as she narrowed her eyes to two green slits, awaiting the one foolish enough to approach her.

Soon her sights locked on to their target: a winged, dark-blue reptile of some sort – a dragon, she guessed. She watched the way it strode through the road towards her, seemingly oblivious to the devastation around it – but the way its green eyes stared back at her own, it was clear this individual was keenly aware of the one that caused it. Following the dragon’s movements, it soon became obvious to the tiger that this being was far larger than the average citizen; noting how most cars only came up to the reptile’s feminine hips. It was nothing compared to her, either way. The feline leaned in to get a better look, clawing at concrete and asphalt as she shifted her weight and lowered herself further still. A free hand ran through her brown shoulder-length hair while she stared at the small dragon as it came to a stop at the edge of her looming shadow.

“Took you long enough to find me,” the female dragon said, her smooth voice echoing in the tiger’s ears just as clearly as it did moments before. She crossed her arms over her ample chest; the fabric and straps of her black tank-top shifted to accommodate her assets as she took in a deep breath and stared at the looming macro in front of her.
The huge tiger blinked, her expression a mix of shock and irritation as she spoke. “How are you doing that? Someone as small as you shouldn’t sound so big.”

The dragoness simply smirked. “I can do things like that,” was all she said before approaching the massive feline with confidence in her stride and a little sway in her step. Her heavy, scaled feet touched the asphalt, feeling the audible crunch of debris beneath her weighty soles with every step she took. Brief shivers of delight crept up her spine as she slowed her pace to crush more pieces of rubble beneath her feet or between her plump toes – listening to the distinct crumble and pop of shattered concrete before finally turning her attention to the ruins of the skyscraper before her. Her brilliant green eyes shone in the afternoon sun as she nodded to herself, running a scaly finger across her lips in thought. “Hmm… Not bad, I suppose. For a beginner.”

Her remark was met with five huge fingers clawing into the broken road. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” the tiger asked with a threatening tone. The orange and black fur on her back bristled with ire as a loud snarl rattled the empty buildings around them.

“Oh, did I say that out loud?” the dragon answered playfully, putting a hand to her mouth to suppress a giggle. “Well, you’re strong, but you lack finesse. It must be your first time doing this, so I won’t hold it against you. It was pretty cute how you yelled at everyone and kicked a building down, though.” She sighed happily and turned to face the feline with a smile on her face. “I’d go on, but it wouldn’t be right to compare your handiwork to mine.”

The large tiger growled and pressed her chin against the street, filling the dragon’s vision with a towering and angry visage as feline’s opened to reveal her long and sharp fangs, her hot breath spilling into the road as she spoke. “And just who are you supposed to be?”

“Krystal,” the dragoness replied. “Your new master.”

A hand suddenly covered the feline’s mouth as she bit her lower lip and held back a snicker of amusement, only to throw her head back seconds later to let loose a deafening cackle. The sound of her powerful voice rattled the city around them for miles out; the growing din of trembling buildings and shattered windows only added to the damage she caused as she pounded a fist into the broken street.

“You?” she finally managed to sputter between fits of laughter, wiping a tear from her eye before eventually calming down and resuming her threatening posture. “Jenna bows to no one, lizard. Especially little pipsqueaks like you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Krystal replied, batting her alluring eyes. “I have ways to make you reconsider.” She began to walk away from Jenna, placing a hand on her white shorts while putting some distance between herself and the tiger behind her. “But I suppose I don’t make a good case for myself at this size. Let me fix that.”

The dragoness came to a stop and turned around, facing the tiger as her body began to tremble. Jenna peered at the small, winged reptile before her, watching with interest as Krystal’s body started to expand. Her growth was slow at first; her feet simply brushed aside bits of debris as they spread outwards, applying more of her considerable weight to the crumbling asphalt beneath her soles. She smiled as she felt herself pushing outwards bit by bit, enjoying the slow growth that took hold of her swelling form. Krystal raised a leg and placed it on top of the car next to her, grinning as she felt the warping steel caving in to the heaviness of her foot. The ball of her foot and toes pressed into the roof of the car, grinding it beneath her sole; the body of the vehicle quickly snapping and giving way to the powerful muscles in her leg. As she turned her attention from the wreckage and to the city around her, her growth quickened. Feet quickly piled up on one another as her eyes took in the shrinking landscape surrounding her. Her thoughts filled with desire – a growing urge to flatten the tallest building under her foot and break the lesser structures beneath her toes; perhaps trample a jam-packed street, listening to the delightful snap, crunch, and pop of endless rows of cars, trucks, busses, and semis. And there was still so much above her, so many things around her left without her mark – far too much to grow so slowly. With a smile her will fed her growth, pushing her expanding form upwards and outwards at a faster pace, causing the tiger to rear back in shock, taken aback by the dragon’s sudden surge in growth. The feline quickly picked herself up and moved away from Krystal, watching her draconic body as it rose to her height and matched her own size, only to continue pushing upwards past Jenna. The expression on the tiger’s face swiftly turned to unease as her own impressive stature was dwarfed by that of the dragon’s, who stretched her limbs as she finally came to a stop, leaving the small feline behind – waist high compared to the nearly one thousand foot tall Krystal.

“Much better,” Krystal whispered to herself, breathing a sigh of relief as her eyes took in Jenna’s look of bewilderment. A light chuckle slipped from her lips, amused by the tiger’s stunned silence. “I wanted to take it slow and enjoy the moment,” Krystal said as took her first steps forward. “But I just can’t help myself sometimes.”

Jenna backed away from the looming dragoness, her legs becoming weak at the sight of an immense, pink clawed, three-toed foot rising into the air before her eyes. Its vast shadow filled the road and spilled over vehicles and countless pieces of debris littering the doomed street – its shape growing darker and darker still until it fell against the road with a thunderous crash. The sheer weight of her foot crushed the earth beneath it, crunching cars, trucks and busses under the great weight of her toes as her sole sunk into the ground. The tiger cupped her sensitive ears in vain, unable to protect them from the roaring din that rattled her very being. Her striped fur rustled with the air that blew around her as the dragoness’ long tail swayed from side to side, casually brushing aside the few vehicles and bits of rubble that escaped her footfalls. With wide sweeps of her appendage she sent them flying into the walls of nearby buildings, only to be utterly crushed by the weight of her powerful tail as it slammed into the structures. Krystal’s gaze looked beyond the stunned tigress, focused now on the urban environment surrounding her – noting how much of it she had yet to grace with her presence. Her grin grew all the wider as she took in the sight of towering metal, jutting into the air all around her, all of it just begging to be trampled. Then her eyes returned to the tiger, watching the small feline trying to recompose herself. The city could wait a little longer, she mused. She had a macro to toy with, first.

“I hope I didn’t shake you up too much,” Krystal said, offering her warm smile to Jenna as her hands came to a rest on her own curvy hips. “I want us to have a little fun together – maybe show you what it really means to be big.”

Krystal turned her attention to a nearby cluster of skyscrapers behind Jenna. Raising her feet from off the ground she began to walk once more, leaving behind foot-shaped craters in her wake, each one littered with flattened vehicles, little more than twisted and colorful clumps of compressed metal. The tiger simply watched with awe as the dragon’s long leg and tail brushed against her small form, feeling the smoothness of those blue scales and the firm flesh of her powerful limbs pressing against her body, knocking her aside as if she wasn’t there at all. The touch was all too brief when Krystal suddenly changed direction, opting to take a more direct route to her destination. Her strong legs and torso crashed through buildings with ease, her large feet stomping and trampling anything and everything caught in their path. Even the taller structures that threatened to touch her face were stopped cold by her heavy, tank-top clad chest. Even they could not withstand immense pressure her ample assets placed against their crumbling walls as she advanced, splitting open their metal shells with her fleshy orbs as punishment for their futile attempts to hold her back.

The tiger struggled to keep up with Krystal as the dragoness gracefully cut a swath of destruction through the city. Her eyes fixed on the towering winged reptile, who finally came to a stop before the tall skyscrapers off in the distance – only for the feline’s view to abruptly tip forward towards the ground as she tripped over a gaping hole in the earth. Her jaw hung open as she picked herself back up, unable to articulate the vastness of the crater she nearly fell into. Carefully traversing the length of the imprint, she bit her lip with apprehension and looked at each foot-shaped crater – each steadily growing larger, wider and deeper than before. How could a being like her have such power within them? That was the singular thought that plagued the feline’s brain. Jenna’s mind was clouding it with doubt, becoming more and more distracted with the wreckage and devastation around her, only to look down at her puny form. She thought she was the largest and most powerful entity on the planet. Yet this Krystal showed up from out of nowhere and one-upped her without effort. Her knees grew weak as her confidence quickly fled, wanting nothing more than to hide while the dragon was distracted. Jenna shut her eyes grit her teeth, shaking her head as she tried to rid herself of such thoughts while Krystal looked on with an enticing grin on her lips.

“It’s not nice to keep me waiting,” Krystal warned, crooking a finger in the lingering feline’s direction. Jenna gulped and approached with little apprehension, inwardly shocked at how swiftly her trembling legs obeyed the dragon’s command. She tried to pause for a moment to gather her wits, yet her body began twitching and shuddering with discomfort in response. Again she felt her mind clouding over, afflicted with invasive and distracting thoughts. Ever since that dragon brushed her aside she hasn’t been able to think clearly. But whether out of fear or something far more insidious, she obeyed. She didn’t want to know the reason either way. As her eyes lingered upon Krystal’s form, the dragon coughed noisily, snapping Jenna out of her daze.

“I know I’m lovely, but it’s not polite to stare.” Then as if to add insult to injury, Krystal leaned in, letting her heavy chest hang in the air above Jenna’s head as a wide hand reached out to pat the top of the feline’s head. The simply tiger averted her gaze, blushing at the sound of the dragoness’ mirthful laughter.

“You seem smaller than before,” Krystal remarked as she pulled her hand away and eyed Jenna. “Or are you just having trouble keeping up with me?” She didn’t bother to listen for the tiger’s reply as she returned to her full height and shook her shapely waist, letting them sway and slam into the side of the skyscraper next to her, adding a cute “boop!” the moment she felt contact.

The force of her hips rocked the building and sent a ripple through the structure. Cracks snaked across the surface at the point of the impact, causing the skyscraper to crack from the stress and begin tipping over. The loud groaning of warping and snapping metal overwhelmed the feline’s sensitive ears, forcing her to cover them while she watched the one thousand foot skyscraper fall to the ground near Krystal’s feet. An earsplitting blast shook the city for miles out; ejecting debris and dust hundreds of feet into the air from the impact site, taking out numerous other buildings along with it. Such destruction and chaos was sweet music to the dragoness’ ears. A fiendish grin settled on Krystal’s lips as she watched the dark dust of the wreckage beginning to rise around her calves. She raised a golden toe ring clad foot into the air and slammed it into the earth, feeling the ruined husk of the skyscraper quivering beneath her sole and between her toes. Then raising her heel, the ball of her foot and her pink clawed toes bored into the dirt; three fleshy digits grinded the debris, demolishing the bits and pieces until they were utterly destroyed. The dragon unfurled her huge wings, plunging sections of the city into darkness as her immense body blot out the sun. Krystal gave her sturdy wings a few gentle flaps, sending swirling dust through the corridors of downtown - the same streets that Jenna happened to still be standing in. The feline was struck with the whirling cloud of debris that burnt her lungs as she tried to breathe, forcing the lesser macro her to her knees as dust clung to her dirty fur.

Krystal put her hands on her hips and let her wings come to a rest. It had been a while since she had this kind of fun; too long, really. It was nice to stretch her limbs a little and feel the very earth itself buckling and quivering beneath her feet. The satisfying crunch and snap of everything being caught underneath her soles and toes always brought a smile to her face. Then her eyes turned to Jenna, watching the tigress as she remained kneeling, chocking on her own spittle and coughing up dust and dirt from her lungs. The proper position for the weak. It was a pity she had to end it so soon, Krystal thought. She had hoped for a little more competition – something to really get the blood flowing. Oh well. More of the city for her to destroy by herself.

“Aww… Seems you’re in a bit over your head,” Krystal remarked as she approached Jenna, giggling as her green eyes fixed on the tigress’ downcast expression. “I must have forgotten that this was your first time. Don’t take it too badly, dear – few can compete with me.”

The dragon’s green eyes seemed to glow even brighter in the midday sun as she raised a hand and slowly crooked her finger once more. “Now come,” Krystal commanded, her voice growing all the sweeter in Jenna’s twitching ears. “I hope you haven’t forgotten your master’s words from earlier.”

The tiger clenched her eyes shut them tight, only to see Krystal as clearly in her mind as she did only moments before. Her temples throbbed and her skull pounded as her blood rushed through her body; every part of her twitching form struggling to resist Krystal’s order. Yet the more she fought the urge to obey, the deeper the dragon’s heavenly voice dug and gnawed at the roots of her mind. Even as she clasped her hands over her ears, she could still hear her alluring draconic voice ringing in her head, coaxing her to come closer. With her eyes and ears shut, those two senses became deprived of worldly distractions, and Krystal’s form became all the clearer in her mind’s eye – even more captivating and enchanting than ever before. She could see the warm sun shining upon the dragon’s horned head, coating her azure scales with heavenly incandesce, her golden voice dripping like the sweetest nectar in her ears. The conflicted feline hunched down on all fours clawing at the dirt, her frayed willpower stretched to its very limit. Her mouth hung open, straining to speak up – straining to form anything that could convey her defiance.

“No!” the tiger screamed at the top of her lungs, slamming her fist her fist into the pockmarked street.

“No?” Krystal replied with feigned disappointment, amused by Jenna’s resistance as her eyes lost their glow. “I thought you wanted to be my pet?”

Jenna picked herself up from off the ground, baring her fags at the large dragon that loomed far above her, her words labored by heavy breathing. “I bow to nobody. I don’t know who you are, but I won’t become anyone’s pet. Not now, not ever!”

Her hands began to burn with the pain of her clawed fingers digging into her palms, intensified by the tinge of fire that arced from her fingertips. The magic that coursed through her veins – the same magic she owed her size to – began to push outward, forcing her body to accommodate the sudden surge in strength. Her striped fur bristled with its power, her form steadily swelling outward. High above, Krystal crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, hoping such a spectacle wouldn’t take up much of her valuable time.

The tiger’s body swelled with erratic spurts – at times adding several feet; other times piling on dozens of feet on top of the other. Jenna grunted with visible discomfort, unaccustomed to the vast amount of power forcing itself into her strained mass. Even Krystal began to take minor interest in the awkward display of force the tiger put on, scanning her trembling form as it continued to swell. The dragon put a hand to her chin to hide her sly smirk from the feline as their heights met for a second time. The ground beneath them bucked with their combined weight. Fissures formed and snaked through the section of downtown where stood in and beyond. Jenna’s chest rose and fell, her lungs and throat burning with an inner fire as her rate of growth stabilized. Growing in confidence as well as size, the tigress surpassed the dragon’s height, causing her to break into a wide, toothy grin at the sight of her vision looking past Krystal’s horned head.

From below the dragon watched with a look of growing boredom in her eyes, seemingly irritated at the towering feline’s ponderous rate of growth. Krystal was all for being as large as one could be. Even slow and steady was fine if you’re showing off, but it was instantly apparent to the dragon that Jenna had never been this size before. Watching her swelling body lurching and stopping, swelling and receding in height made her sigh, wishing the tiger would either pick up the pace or just stop wasting her time. She soon got her wish as the feline’s looming mass came to a halt, visibly shaken by the exertion of growth.

A wild-eyed Jenna glared at the dragon who only came up to her thighs in height. A smile formed on her threatening visage as she took her first few steps forward. Her strained body felt the earth tremble beneath the weight of her enormous feet, watching the few nearby buildings that were spared from Krystal’s frolicking fall apart from the tremors alone. And as the feline neared, Krystal felt her scales tingling with the untamed magic that emanated from Jenna’s body. A faint smirk crept across her lips, only to hide itself as a thundering growl filled the air above her, causing Krystal to casually look up to Jenna’s tooth-filled grin.

“Any last words before I trample you into the dirt face first?”

Krystal threw back her head and laughed. The tiger’s fury grew all the more intense as she bared her fangs and roared, “I’m about to pound you into the dust and all you can do is laugh? I don’t know if you’ve realized it yet, but I’m a fair bit larger than you right now. You’ve no right to laugh, given what’s about to happen.”

The dragon put a hand to her chest and calmed herself, at times putting a hand to her mouth to suppress the last of her giggling. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rude,” Krystal said apologetically as she slowly approached the huge tiger that filled her vision. “I just thought you’d pose more of a challenge for me,” was all she said before her fingertips came into contact with the feline’s furry thigh.

Their bodies shuddered in reaction to the dragon’s touch; Jenna’s form trembling even more severely as her legs wobbled. The tiger clutched her chest and gasped, feeling a sudden weakness overwhelming her whole being. She felt the fire that burned her throat and chest flicker away and die, leaving nothing but a dreadful chill that crept up her spine. The arcs of energy that leapt from her fingertips faded. And as she looked to the city surrounding her, watching the scarred scenery slowly rise, her look of surprise quickly turned to one of terror when she found someone else rising above her as well. For a brief moment, Jenna and Krystal looked one another in the eyes; the dragon took in the tiger’s gaze of anguish, smiling all the more as her clawed hand dug into the wincing feline’s arm, absorbing even more of her size and strength as the dragon’s form climbed even higher. Jenna’s weak limb tried to pull away from Krystal’s vicelike grip, the hold of that scaly blue hand becoming all the stronger with every passing second. Krystal bit her lip as her immense strength continued to build, swelling outwards with the abundance of energy her victim provided her. Jenna stared upwards at the growing dragoness, feeling her own feet being lifted from off the ground, watching helplessly as that reptilian body quickly surpassed her own in height and mass. Even in the dragon’s grip, she could feel the ground beneath them quiver and buckle, giving way to Krystal and her ever expanding bulk. As her body strengthened itself and fed off of her victim, Jenna’s form grew weak and feeble. The tiger’s head began swimming, the world around her becoming blurrier by the moment while Krystal engorged herself.

“To think you had all of this bottled up inside of you,” Krystal mused, looking down at Jenna before licking her own lips, as if she could taste the energy in her mouth. “It’s a shame you couldn’t put up more of a struggle. It would have been more fun for me. But that’s alright. I’ll put your strength to good use. It looks much better on me, anyways.” Krystal grinned as a pitiful mewl dribbled from Jenna’s trembling lips in vain protest moments before the dragon’s huge hand loosened its grip around her the tiger’s arm, letting the feline’s limp body plummet to the ruined city below – falling hundreds of feet through the air before dull thud a plume of dust rose into the air where the cat landed.

Jenna’s body lay on the shattered ground, and every fiber of her being was on fire. Wracked with pain, her body convulsed with every little movement she attempted to make. Deprived of energy she shivered and gasped for air, taking in what little her burning lungs could hold, desperate to retain the last scraps of her former size and power. Drained from the sudden loss of strength her sluggish brain labored, struggling to cope with what just happened. Who – no, what was this dragon, it kept thinking – her eyes wandering, constantly averting their gaze from the approaching half-mile high Krystal looming far above. The thin layer of dirt that caked her dirty fur shook with the dragon’s approaching footsteps; each shockwave that followed ripped through the earth rudely interrupting her singular thought as she watched the winged reptile’s scaly toes rising in the air like the tallest blue peaks she had ever seen. The rhythmic thumping only grew – demanding her attention, forcing her to stare at three pink claws at the ends of each of Krystal’s huge feet as the came to a halt. With all the strength she could muster, the lesser macro craned her head upwards, wincing in pain, struggling to see the rest of the rest of the towering dragon that seemed stretch endlessly and pierce the clouds themselves.

“Aww, don’t have any more to give me?” Krystal teased, placing her hand on her hips as her tremendous foot edged itself closer and closer to the terrified tiger who was no taller than the length of that massive and magnificent sole. The feline could only watch those pink-clawed digits and the plump toes they were attached to slide across vast tracts of the city itself, flattening the earth beneath them, utterly obliterating everything in their path with the immense weight and size and pressure of her digits. Her scaly azure foot carved through the layers of crust and terraformed sections of the city, miles of land wiped out in seconds. All the while Krystal giggled to herself, enjoying the feeling of everything being smothered, flattened into nothing. She picked up her heel and shifted her weight to the ball of her foot and those three digits, letting the sun shine on her golden toe ring moments before grinding the ground beneath her to a fine brown crater, gouging a gaping wound in the crust of the planet as she began to laugh with amusement, pleasure gleaming in her bright eyes. She raised her foot into the air and slammed it down before Jenna, coming to a rest on top of the traumatized feline; the impact alone causing the tiger to scream with agony at the top of her lungs. A cheerful grin spread across the dragon’s lips as she spoke; Jenna becoming paralyzed with pain as the voice that filled her throbbing ears.

“Look at you,” Krystal cooed, chuckling as she pressed her foot against the tiger’s torso, forcing the air from her searing lungs. “I haven’t even broken a sweat yet and you’re lying in the dirt, broken, bruised and beneath my foot. It must be so embarrassing for a ‘macro’ like you. Good thing nobody’s around to see this but me, huh?” The dragon’s weight suddenly shifted, forcing more of her massive girth onto the small feline’s taxed frame, listening to Jenna as she groaned.

Krystal’s voice seeped into Jenna’s frayed mind once more as she spoke, her tone becoming rich, dripping with a deadly mix of seduction and a hint of anger. “I gave you the chance to be my pet willingly. That’s quite the privilege, you know?” The dragon’s immense digits began to wiggle and thump against Jenna’s face, smothering the tigress’ snout as her vast sole felt bone and muscle grinding against one another beneath her heel. “But you refused. You struggled and wasted your energy and my time. I might have forgiven that, had you been a bit bigger. That would have been more power for me to possess.”

The dragon grinned as she felt Jenna’s body feebly twitch beneath her sole. The golden toe ring on her middle claw glinted in the sunlight as her pink-clawed toes clenched themselves against the tigress’ flattened body, muffling her cries of pain while they crunched against her bones. Krystal’s infectious smile widened all the more, enjoying the sheer pressure her powerful toes exerted on the tiger’s fragile body while she had her way with the feline. “It’s a pity you’re so weak, so little and so very, very vulnerable. I wanted to have more fun with you before I trampled you and this city into nothing. Not that I expected you to stand a chance. Nobody can compete with a goddess.”

Beneath that draconic sole, Jenna’s eyes widened and her heart sank at the revelation. A goddess? A literal goddess? Even in the delirium of torment she could hardly believe it. Yet how this dragon’s honeyed words scratched and clawed at the depths of her mind; how she stole her size and strength, or could simply will herself to be as large as she desired – no wonder she had been so utterly beaten. If what Krystal said was true she, never really had no hope of competing with such an entity.

“I know what you’re thinking, mortal,” Krystal’s calm voice said, interrupting the tiger’s eroding train of thought. “All of your kind think the same thing right around now. But I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll give you once last chance to redeem yourself.” Krystal’s toes slid over Jenna’s snout once more, this time at a much slower pace as her heavy digits crept over the feline’s face. Too weak and broken to struggle or push them aside, the tiger lay on her back, sprawled out, wincing at the immense weight of the colossal dragoness’ foot as its digits blot out the tiger’s view sun, turning day into total darkness.

“Kiss them,” Krystal demanded with a soft and sweet voice, each syllable dripping from her pleasant lips, enticing the tiger’s mind. “Kiss them and devote yourself to me – your master and goddess.”

Jenna held her breath and shut her eyes, lungs burning as her nose struggled against the light scent of the dragon’s foot. That sweet, otherworldly aroma crept through her nostrils and tormented her, only adding to her suffering she endured under the heaviness of the scaly toes and sole that threatened to crush her body at a moment’s notice. Her form quivered and convulsed with conflict; a part of her fighting to retain a slipping grasp of the last shreds of her free will – the other struggling to obey the will of the superior being. The tiger’s trembling fingers strained from the pain of movement, desperate to touch the dragon’s ringed middle toe, the tips of her claws digging at the dense blue scales that covered her flesh. Now wholly in contact with Krystal’s body the feline’s mind went blank, unable to withstand the entirety of the dragon’s dominant will flooding her mind, drowning the last of her resistance. A muffled groan and a feeble twitch were all Krystal heard and felt, moments before she took notice of a familiar sign of submission.

Krystal’s toes spread apart, churning the pockmarked, grey and black crater-filled earth to reveal a miniscule Jenna licking the side of her middle digit. The dragon tilted her head to the side, watching her newest subject with interest as her gold-ringed toe sunk into the earth, the feline straining against the weight of her massive digit in reaction, worshipping her divine toe all the harder. With a grin on her lips, her digits came together again, blocking out the light as those massive mountains of scaly blue flesh closed in and wedged the speck’s feeble body between her warm, dirt and building-stained toes. Even then she still felt the furious lapping of a warm tongue, desperately trying its best to remove the layers of dirt and filth that stained the dragon’s foot. With growing interest, she pulled her toes away from the area where the feline lay, examining her own vast footprint that scarred the earth. There she found little Jenna in the huge crater where her middle toe once lay, weak arms outstretched, wordlessly trying to reach for the tremendous foot that hovered above her tiny body.

“Good girl,” Krystal’s deafening murmur boomed from high above. “I knew you’d come around.”

Her foot came to a rest on top of the tiger’s battered form, the bottom of her middle claw pressed against the feline’s puny snout – the sheer weight of her toe alone prying Jenna’s lips and teeth apart, forcing the plump flesh of the underside of her digit into the cat’s gaping maw. The weak kitten gagged and pounded her fists against the sides of her goddess’ toe pleading for air and reprieve from her overwhelming pain. Her appeal for leniency was denied by the weight of the dragon’s foot pressing on her body, focusing the weight of her leg into one singular toe.

“Such disrespect is not allowed, pet,” Krystal chided, playfully wagging a finger at the tiny Jenna beneath her. “You no longer have a choice in what you want anymore. Your only need is to serve my will. What I want, you provide; when I demand, you obey. Simple, really.”

Jenna’s eyes watered. Her fragile, overwhelmed body screamed with the pain that weighty draconic digit caused her. She nodded obediently – or rather, would have – were it not for the girth of Krystal’s foot driving her body deeper into the planet’s crust. Of course. It truly was simple. It was foolish of her to even think of putting her own selfish desires before her goddess’ own. She was a mote of dust – a mere speck compared to a fraction of the might and grace of her master possessed. And Krystal was everything: absolute, infinite and everlasting. Her tongue went to work once more, feverishly slaving away at Krystal’s toe, trying her best to appease her master and make up for her transgression. Her warm muscle slowed and paused as the tiger’s hand gripped a piece of the flattened ground beneath her, holding a piece of a crumbling building in her palm as a thought began to form. How large was Krystal, really? Not even a fourth of mile in height? The feline pursed her lips and frowned with disappointment at herself. Were she a better macro – stronger, and larger like the opponent her master had been expecting – Krystal could have feasted upon more of the insignificant power that now flowed through her draconic veins. The tiger pressed her fingertips against the sole of her goddess, feeling the dips and ridges and wrinkles of her perfect foot. She had little left to offer her master, but the sacrifice was worth it. Every last drop of her power belonged to Krystal alone.

Krystal paused as she felt something warm emanating from the bottom of her foot. Her interest piqued when she felt the faint but familiar hint of the tiger’s magic pushing into her body. Even half a mile tall, she felt her body tingling with the tiger’s meager offering. The dragon couldn’t help but smile weakly, appreciative of her pet’s sincere effort to appease her. Then looking around her, she viewed what little of the city remained. The swath of earth her feet occupied was little more than a crater-studded mass of gray and black dirt, but the rest seemed largely untouched, due to being preoccupied with the feline. Her thought ended as those few feet of growth died out and ceased. Then a devious grin spread across Krystal’s lips. It seemed her pet’s desire was for her goddess to grow – to become even larger, even more powerful. She had no qualms with doing what she did best.

The feeble soil of the terrain quivered as her form convulsed, overwhelmed with the unimaginable flow of power she instantly willed into existence with a single thought. Her body effortlessly contained such vast strength, quickly swelling with mass at an alarming rate. Faster and faster her body grew and expanded, taking up more and more space with every second. Soon those craters – her vast footprints – were now mere grains of sand flattened by her rapidly enlarging body. Her tremendous feet spread outwards, spilling over scarcely untouched tracts of the land. Her mountainous digits curled themselves with delight and growing anticipation as they carved deeper and wider lines into the crust. Her horned head shot through the clouds, parting those thick and billowy puffs of vapor as every fiber of her being widened and expanded to impossible sizes and lengths. Krystal exhaled as she felt the back of her scaly feet sliding away from the urban ruins and into untamed wilderness, instantly flattening trees and brush, diverting streams and rivers and crushing hills with her passing soles as they spanned for miles and miles out, feeding upon the infinite power only a goddess could ever hope to provide such a ravenous body. Her mind was in utter bliss, quivering with the sensations of non-stop growth and expansion, no longer limited by Jenna and her incompetence, no need to hold herself back any further, becoming larger, stronger, mightier – the undisputed being of this pathetic ball of mud. Looking down through the quickly receding layer of clouds, she saw that city – that grey little splotch on the ground – now merely the size of one of her toes.

The shadow of her vast, miles wide sole engulfed the entirety in of the metropolis, plunging it into eternal darkness as it hung menacingly the atmosphere above. From the ground, the few foolish souls that remained within the vicinity of the city limits screamed and panicked, fleeing for any form of underground shelter that remained intact. Others instantly threw themselves to the ground in prostration with animated worship, praying, beseeching – begging for their draconic goddess to show them mercy. Their feverish pleas were unable to pierce the heavens, to reach the dragon’s ears that rest far above even the highest clouds. The planet groaned, quivering with the movements of her other foot as it dug through the soil; her endless pink claws drilled into the ground, sending cavernous fissures out for miles, swallowing up acres of the land within their earthy gaps as her toes firmly secured their footing. The back of her heel squeezed down on the mountains overlooking the city, crumbling at touch and the weight of her unimaginable mass. Such a delightful feeling, she thought to herself, wetting her lips as she opened her mouth to speak. The faintest utterance of her voice shook the air and earth for hundreds of miles out, sending immensely strong gusts of wind in the direction she faced.

“A simple demonstration,” Krystal’s draconic words proclaimed. “Just a small fragment of my power.” That was all she said when her foot began its swift descent towards the doomed city. The air around her toes rushed violently, kicking up stormy wind as her toes displaced the air around them, plunging ever closer to the ruined metropolis. Nothing could stop their descent, no one could halt the inevitable: The goddess had issued her decree – their city was to be graced with the most glorious portion of her presence.

Her toe touched the ground and made contact with the city, and a small portion of the world caved in with an unfathomable clap of force heard and felt for a thousand miles. In an instant everything was utterly flattened, obliterated, wiped clean. Years of work to turn the city around; decades of industry and change in the face of adversity; centuries of bloodshed and history – all would be eradicated from living memory – snuffed out in mere seconds by Krystal’s draconic toe like a discarded cigarette butt. Her ankle vigorously twisted back and forth, her vast toe grinding the soil and material of the former metropolis, crunching everything together into a dirty and dark brown smear that stained her digit. The planet’s torment seemed endless as her toe dug through the layers of crust shaking the soil and crust for an eternity until her foot came to a rest along with the other.

Krystal put a hand to her chest, breathing deeply as the rush of adrenaline flowed through her divine veins. The dragon peered through the clouds below, eyeing the blackened hole in the ground, the former site of a thriving metropolis. There was no trace of a building, no grim remnant of its former presence aside from a gaping wound in the skin of the world. All of it was gone, forever removed for all time. And how sublime that feeling of utter destruction was to Krystal as her green eyes fluttered with bliss.

As she calmed down and relaxed from the rush, she felt something squirming against her toe ring. Tilting her head to the side she leaned down and touched a pink-clawed finger to her gold ring, only to find a familiar face grasping hold for dear life.

“Oh, you’re still alive?” Krystal remarked, her face beaming with wonder. “You’re quite lucky, you know that, right?” Her sharp ears could barely hear her speck’s reply – her keen eyes could scarcely make her out amongst the sea of blue scales. It mattered little. She had a new pet and she annihilated a city, wiping it from the face of the globe. A good day for a goddess, all things considered. “I think you’ve earned a little rest, pet. Sleep well. Be ready to clean my feet when this is over. I’m going to find somewhere else to crush in the meantime.”

The goddess then rose to her full height, air swirling around her immaculate form as a beacon for all beings to see. High above the tallest clouds, her ever present grin grew all the wider as she took her first step forward towards another destination.