You were unfortunate enough to come across the anthro night fury on a stormy afternoon. As the skies rumbled above, the dragon lifted his paw upward before hovering it over your frail and pathetic body. You couldn’t help but stare upward at the underside of his foot, examining the seemingly-plump and squishy pads on sole or his wiggling and flexing toes. He gazed down at you with a cruel, toothy grin forming on his face, aware of his intentions yet uncaring of the panic and desperate pleads spewing from your mouth. You raised your arms as the dragon’s foot descended upon you, the sounds of crackling lightning muffling your cries for mercy, the impact of the sole against the ground, and the crunching of your body underneath the mighty giant. Your body remained plastered against his sole as he went on with his day, flattening more and more with each stomp until you became nothing more than a smear to him.

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