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Commission for Anonymous. Thank you for commissioning me^^", "writing": "The Ancient Wyrm\n\nAntonio was toiling in the hot, Mesopotamian sun, the equine sweating profusely as he worked his shovel on the dig site along with dozens of his collegues. Their find was astonishing, ground radars had discovered a ziggurat that dwarfed all others previously found. They were digging into the sandy soil of the anicent city of Ur and had already uncovered the first three steps of the large structure, which the ground radar had shown to have sixty steps in total. So far, the steps had been equal in height, some five feet each, making for a structure of some 300 feet in height. \nSuddenly, the ground trembled and he lost his footing with a curse, his collegues shouting in fear and alarm as the earthquake struck. Yet, he sensed something in the shifting sands that made his heart stop, as the barren soil began to undulate and ripple, churning away from the ziggurat, swallowed by the some subterranian cavern. More and more of the structure was revealed, and with it, a monstrous and gargantuan shape. Sand rushed off its glittering scales that were of so deep a red colour that they almost seemed black, the sun reflected in its ancient and cruel eyes. Antonio marveled at the sight of the creatures powerful flank and the muscles of its front legs as it wormed its way through the sands in front of the ziggurat, uncovering more and more of the structure, snaking around the massive base that was uncovered. Then he cried out in terror as it began to climb, getting close to where he was in a few steps, its enormous body longer than even the height of ziggurat. Its claws reached around the top steps, mindless of the anthros who were like ants to it, crushing them to a paste with its huge claws and the flexion of its powerful muscles that rippled underneath its scales. \nAnd then it roared.\n\n\"Sir! The earthquake sensors have gone haywire in southern Iraq!\" the mouse technician said exitedly to the general, who was a bulldog nearing retirement age, body still tight and neck straight. The general looked at the flashing lights on the screens of the command center, nestled under the Cheyenne Mountains. \n\"Speak up, private! What does it mean?\" He demanded in an athoritative voice. \n\"Well, sir, it's a localized earthquake of unknown origin. It points to a nuclear detonation!\"\nThe general was slightly shocked by this statement, as troops were still present in the country, WMDs or not. \n\"Don't listen to him, mister,\" a female voice called out, and the people in the room turned to gasp at the sudden appearence of a feline woman with white fur wearing a strange, grey shawl. She had striking, purple eyes that seemed to glimmer with hidden power.\n\"Who are you? What are you doing here?\" The general shouted, while the men around him holstered their assault rifles, officers and technicians pulling out the pistols. \n\"My name is Cassandra, and I am here to warn you about The Wyrm.\"\n\"The worm?\" the technician said, nose twisting as if she had told a stupid joke.\n\"The WYRM,\" she said, \"The ancient dragon. The fireborn. The-Snake-Who-Eats-The-World. That one!\"\n\"We don't have time for games. Men, arrest this lunatic!\" the general said, and several men stepped forward, fingers on their triggers. Suddenly, they all cursed, as their weapons turned to hissing vipers in their hands, and they dropped their guns with a loud clatter, the snakes reverting back to steel the moment they hit the floor. \n\"We don't have much time, you must listen to me..\" the woman began, before exited murmours could be heard from amongst the men at the computers in front of the big wall screens. \n\"Sir, I think you need to see this!\"\n\nThe dragon, after waking from its long slumber, perched on the ziggurat, stretched its muscular neck upwards and roared out, before it spat out flames so powerful they reached the stratosphere, knocking a couple of satellites off course. The gargantuan beast, huge shoulder and chest muscles rippling, flapped its wings, extending them to their full thousand feet span and snapped them with force enough to cause a sandstorm to roll out in a circle around the now uncovered ziggurat, before it lifted off and flew north. \nThe creature was ancient and of malicious intellect and had a keen sense for power and where to find it, so it flew to the capitol of the country. Seeing Baghdad, it roared out in rage from the changes it saw. Gone were the opulent palaces and harems of the sultans of old, replaced with modern buildings and towering skyscrapers. The sight enraged the dragon and it attacked, its roar and its huge shadow marking its decent as it tore through a neighbourhood of low-rise buildings with its muscular back legs as it flew past, ripping holes in stone, steel and ground alike. It arrived at a series of scyscrapers located along the Tigris river. It roared again and flapped its wings and hurtled straight through the structures, toppling one after another in its merciless attack. Nearing the center of power, the Green Zone, the dragon's hefty member throbbed as it anticipated cowering the rulers of this land.\nIt landed amidst the modern palaces and heavily fortified compounds and was finally met with resistance. Small arms fire, tank cannons and a couple of shoulder fired rocket launchers went off and struck its body, harmlessly exploding against its thick scales. It roared out, draconic cock throbbing in delight, as it pouced on the attackers. It swiped its massive and muscular forelimbs left and right, upending tanks and flattening the furs who were shouting in terror while firing their weapons, before it took off with a flap of its wings that caused hundreds to fall to the ground from the hurricane-like winds. It landed on the largest of the modern palaces and plunged its huge member through its walls, delighting in the sensation of the destruction its cock caused on the building. Then it gripped its towers and minarets, pulling them down one by one, its primordial senses confirming that the true power to this land was elsewhere, far away.\n\n\"Sir, the Green Zone has just been destroyed!\" the man said anxiously to the general.\n\"What? By who? IB? FA? DA? SF?\"\n\"Uhhh, a dragon, sir,\" the technician said lamely, projecting images on the huge wallscreen of the red dragon destroying the city. \n\"My. God.\" the general gasped and clutched at his breast, flabbergasted by the scenes of the gargantuan creature obliterating buildings and soldiers alike.\n\"I told you! We need to prepare, it's coming here. The dragon craves the submission of the most powerful empire, and that is here!\" the woman said, stomping her feet.\n\"Sir, it's flying over the mediterranian, headed due west. Sir.. It's flying at Mach 1.5!\"\n\"Signal the carrier strike group near Libya to engage. That beast must be brought down at all costs!\" \n\"Tell them to shoot for its penis!\" the woman piped up. The men turned to her with incredulous eyes, a couple of the technicians snickering, \"I'm not playing games, it is the only weak spot he has.\"\n\"That's what my wife said yesterday!\" One shouted crudely, the others laughing recklessly. the witch fumed with anger, white fur turning red as the men around her disregarded her advice.\n\nThe attack on the dragon began with the firing of dozens of surface-to-air missiles from the destroyers who had fanned out in front of the carrier, racing to catch the dragon. The gargantuan beast hardly took note, its wings flapping thunder through the air, as its thick scales protected it from the explosives that were meant to take down planes a tenth of its size. Only once did it growl, and finally take notice, as its eighty foot long cock was impacted by a spray of shrapnel, stinging it ever so slightly and making the dragon divert its course to head for the carrier strike group. Dozens more missiles were fired, to little effect, and the first strike fighter squadron made contact.\nThe pilots inside the planes did their best, the eight planes fired off both their sidewinders at once and at close range, determined to score as many hits as possible in as short a time as possible. The dragon roared out at the multiple explosions rained over its body, a few delivering shrapnel that flew down its length to strike at its huge cock, that was turning erect from its bloodlust. \nInstead of focusing on the planes, it dove straight for the destroyers, crashing through one and nearly cutting it in half, exiting under the water and gliding through like a penguin before cresting the waves and making a small tsunami as it worked its powerful muscles to flap its wings for the next attack. The fighter jets had banked around and were flying in with their afterburners activated, firing off another salvo of missiles that struck over the rear of the dragon. One of them impacted its ridged, draconic cock directly and made it flop around from the explosion, but its thick scales made even this direct attack ineffective, only causing a slight burn that darkened the red scales. The dragon roared out in rage and turned in the air to face the planes, opening its mouth, spewing out a cascade of flames that it spread all over the sky, downing most of the jets.\nThe dragon dove for another destroyer, opting to land on the deck and rend the command structure apart with its heavily muscled forelimbs, tearing steel and composites apart in huge chunks that impacted the deck and broke through, killing sailors and starting fires. When the dragon was satisfied with the structure being completely demolished, it set off, it's powerful hind legs pushing the ship underwater and the gaping hole in its deck immediately taking in water, sinking the ship. \nStanding more or less still, the dragon had made itself a target and Harpoon cruise missiles were fired from the remaining two destoyers, most of which missed, but a couple found their marks. A lucky shot hit the dragon in the groin, impacting its huge nutsack and making its hefty balls smack against each other from the explosion. The fericious beast dove down to the offending ship and flew past it at horrific speeds, powerfully muscled hind legs angling their claws to rend at the deck and command structure. The ship was soon combat ineffective and the dragon turned to the last ship, only slightly disturbed by an array of air-to-air missiles shot at it from another strike fighter squadron. This time it flew towards the sea and struck the water with a gargantuan splash that erupted up the air and hit a passing fighter jet, causing it to crash. The dragon swam through the water at supersonic speed and rammed into the stern of the destroyer, instantly breaking the vessel apart, its sailors screaming in terror as it sank. \nWith a roar of power, the dragon flew out of the sea and headed for the aircraft carrier. It opted to use its fiery breath and it tore through the deck and into the bowels of the ship, igniting the munition stores in a series of huge explosions that caused shockwaves to burst through the air, downing another couple of fighter jets.\n\n\"You have to order them to attack its cock!\" the witch shouted at the general, who was standing with his mouth open and watching the action through the camera of a spy satellite, the bulldog turning pale as the most powerful navy of the world was trounced in such a brutal and quick fashion. \n\"Right.. Errr. Wait. We cannot communicate with the jets now that the ships are sunk,\" the general said, with heavy regret in his voice.\n\nMeanwhile, the last planes played a dangerous game of cat and mouse with the gargantuan dragon, whose massive erection throbbed from the sensation of carnage and death. They weaved this way and that, using their afterburners to stay just outside of reach of the beast's slavering jaws that snapped at the tails of the jets, disregarding the hot flames. Eventually it managed to snag first one and then the others, as their fuel reserves ran low, their missiles spent and their strafing runs with their cannons ineffective. \n\n\"We must go to Washington immediately,\" the witch said, \"the dragon can sense the seat of power and will fly there to terrorize the leaders into submission. If not just outright slay everyone living there. It has been dormant for more than a thousand years, who knows what its mind is like.\"\nThe general looked at her with terror in his eyes, only now realising the danger his country was in, \"how do you know so much?\" he asked. \n\"My ancestor, Alicia of Antioch, enchanted the spear of Saint George. He did not slay the dragon as the legend tells. The legend also doesn't tell about the huge combined army of two empires that united to take it down. Two hundred thousand soldiers died just to weaken it enough, but Saint George could not strike it with his spear. Instead, he tied it to a ballista bolt, which he fired at its heart. The dragon fled and was weakened, but did not die, and chose its ancient home of Ur as its resting place.\"\n\"The spear of Saint George,\" the general said, his mind working in overdrive, \"where is it now?\"\n\"It shattered in the attack, the scales of the dragon's chest are strong. The remnants are kept in the Vatican as a holy relic,\" the white-furred feline said.\n\"Corporal Jarvis!\" the general suddenly said.\n\"Yes sir,\" a pudgy-looking pig said.\n\"Ready the SR-72, and put me through to the president. He has a phone call he needs to make!\" \n\nA few hours later, the experimental airplane landed in an unmarked airport outside of Rome. The ride had rattled Cassandra's nerves, as it was the general who had flown the plane. \"Two purple hearts!\" he had boasted, which did little to assure the witch, as that meant he had been wounded twice, not exactly the mark of a skilled aviator. Regardless, they landed safely and was met by a procession of cardinals in purple robes, the oldest of them carrying a small chest. \n\"Your president asked the Pope for this relic,\" he said, the white-furred, German Shepard's voice croaking with age, \"we hope it will aid you in your fight against the agent of Satan.\"\n\"Satan has nothing to do with him,\" the witch said, \"but thank you all the same,\" she grabbed the chest out of the ancient canine's hands and opened it, revealing a small collection of steel slivers laid on top of velvet cloth. She turned to the general and nodded.\n\"Thank you for your help, my good men, may God watch over us.\" the bulldog said.\n\"Amen!\" the gathered cardinals said at once, all of them making the sign of the cross.\n\nThe dragon was flying over the Atlantic, it's powerful muscles bulging on every wingstroke. The wake left in its flight path scuttled trawlers and made early tsunami- warning buoys go off. \nIn the Ronald Reagan Internation Airport in Washington, the SR-72 touched down on abandoned runways, all air traffic shut down due to the incoming arrival of the elder wyrm. \n\"Do you think this will work?\" the general said.\n\"There's less than half the spearhead remaining in these shards. How do we even use them as a weapon?`\" the white-furred feline said. \n\"Blunderbus,\" the general said simply, \"we will take a chopper to the National Museum of The United States, I have already been in contact with the director, he should have a weapon ready as well as suitable propellant.\"\n\nThe dragon's approach over land was getting trouble troublesome. Multiple SAM batteries and Patriot batteries had unloaded scores of missiles that exploded in the air around it, battering it with gusts of displaced air and shrapnel that clattered against its scales. It recieved a direct hit on its cock, which had been hardening in anticipation after softening during the flight without carnage to stimulate the dragon. 200 pounds of classified ordnance went off, making the eighty foot cock swing heavily, the angular, tapered cockhead was slightly bruised and the dragon roared in anger, diverting its flight to follow the smoke trail of the missile. A couple more of the battery's missiles struck it before it landed, bulging arm and leg muscles softening the impact, the dragon's huge jaws enveloping and crushing the expensive kit, before it pounced after the scuttling ants who had been manning the launchers, trampling them and sending uniformed furs flying with swipes of its long and rippling tail.\nSatiated, with its cock fully hard, it lifted off again and made way towards the White House.\nAs it got near, it was harried by numerous fighter jets, which annoyed it like mosquitoes would a human, their missiles glancing off its scales, a few explosions near its cock made it feel like a fur would exposing themselves on a sunny day. Its chest rumbled in a parody of laughter, as it let its breath scour the skies in a wide cone its directed back and forth, exploding planes and parachuting pilots on fiire falling and tumbling to the ground. \nAs it came closer to the residence of the most powerful figurehead of the planet, the dragon's attention was drawn to the Washington Monument. As this point, a barrage of small arms fire, tank rounds, missiles and attack helicopters were unloading their ordnance, the combined firepower enough to annoy the dragon as its scales repelled round after round and explosions galore. It landed and stood in front of the obelisk, it's hind paws planted solidly on the ground, the dragon was just able to look down on the pointed tip of the structure.\nIt looked past the obelisk, at the thousands of soldiers and veichles that were dotting the grassy field in front of the white house, noticing many of them were holding back their fire for fear of damaging the precious monument. It roared and its huge cock throbbed and sprayed gallons of precum as it brought its monstrous head down to the center of the obelisk and plunged teeth as long as people were tall into it, granite and marble crumbling as it bit through. It reared it head over to the side, holding half the obelisk in its jaws, and then hurled it towards the White House. The half part of the monument flew almost 500 yards and exploded in a barrage of granite and marble, burying veichles and soldiers alike, their screams serenading the dragon's throbbing erection.\nInstead of flying, it began to walk thunderously towards the residence of the president, each step slow and deliberate, it's monstrous cock bobbing and praying gallons after gallons of preseed in anticipation of the slaughter. Weapons began firing again, thousands upon thousands of projectiles from the amassed forces, but it was not enough to stop the dragon, though it slowed down, roaring in defiance of the ants blocking its path.\n\nComing from the south, the general made the chopper touch down at Lincoln Memorial. Hundred of soldiers were scurrying about, tanks were in position and moving forward to unload their cannons at the dragon. The bulldog got out the chopper, an ancient blunderbuss in hand, gingerly holding the barrel so it pointed upwards, fearful of loosing the powder and the shattered remains of the enchanted spear within it.\n\"Will this work?\" he asked the witch.\n\"Perhaps, but with the steel shattered the magic is weakened too. However, I have an ace up my sleeve,\" Cassandra said, putting a paw inside her shawl and bring out a black, oval crystal which seemed to suck in the hot mid-day sunlight.\n\"What's that?\" the general asked. \n\"Powerful magic. Not all witches were good, the one who made this crystal was very bad indeed, but she might be the saviour of this nation today,\" the witch said, her purple eyes shining in the dimming sunlight, which returned at full force when she put it inside her shawl again.\n\"We will need to fly. The beast is erect, it cock hangs high above the ground,\" Cassandra said, pulling out a small stick which expanded to seven feet in length and spouted a small assortment of dry twigs at the end. She let it go and the broom hovered above the ground at perfect height to lift their legs over, \"you fly, mister purple heart, guide us towards its cockhead. I must get inside and then you must shoot it after a minute has passed. Don't worry, you can tell it with your words to stand still in the air.\"\nThe general was past his wonder of dragons and magic and simply sat on the broom behind the witch, one paw on the shaft and one holding the blunderbuss and said, \"fly to the dragon!\" He almost fell off as it whizzed away with surprising speed.\n\nThe dragon was being hammered by thousands of pounds of explosives and bullets every minute that passed. It was inside the circular lawn in front of the White House and had squashed hundred of veichles and tanks and killed thousands of soldiers with its muscle-bulging front legs and the mounstrous claws it sported. Attack helicopters had hovered near it, barraging it with missiles and autocannon fire, and it had destroyed them with its breath, flames as hot as the surface of the sun raking through the air, flying further still and tearing down scyscrapers and other buildings all around.\nThe city was burning, a great conflegration that rivalled Dresden, and yet the perfect lawns and gardens of the White House were untouched. The dragon's huge cock was throbbing and sputing its precum like a firehose, occasionally killing a soldiers who got impacted by the clear fluid raining down. The monstrous creature was flexing its whole body in anticipation of ruining this seat of power, like it had ruined so many before in the ancient times, it's powerful muscles were bulging and tensing, from its wide and thick neck down to the base of its tail, deep red scales glimmering in the mid-day sun as the dragon's muscles made them shimmer like the water of the sea.\nThe general and the witch came zooming in on the broom, the old man expertly dodging missiles, soldiers on the ground holding their fire at the strange sight. They made it under the dragon's hefty pouch, wide enough to park a bus inside, and flew towards its throbbing member. He made the broom circle around underneath the dragon and flew straight for its cockhead, shouting curses as he drove them inside the urethra which was as big as they were tall, neatly plunging them inside. A huge spatter of precum nearly blasted them out again, but they braced themselves against the slick flesh and were able to remain inside, coated in draconic emissions. \n\"Good luck,\" the general said as he turned around to fly out.\n\"Bring him Hell,\" the witch responded, taking out the dark crystal and venturing deeper inside the dragon's urethra. \nAs Cassandra walked deeper into the dragon's huge cock, she occasionally had to brace herself against an onslaught of precum, leaving her utterly drenched and her mouth tasting strongly of salt. The gritted her teeth and began the ancient incantation that would activate the necromantic aura that would weaken the dragon's member to make it vulnerable to the weapons that were being fired by all the soldiers and veichles. She could feel the explosions through the wyrm's slimy interior, occasionally being battered and falling down as the cock itself was impacted by a harmless missile or shell.\n\nThe aged general flew out of the dragon's cockhead in a spray of precum that caused him to loose altitude and drop towards the greenery in front of the White House. He cursed as he noticed how close the huge beast was to it, and pulled hard with his paw, glancing to the blunderbuss he prayed the powder hadn't become wet. He whooshed close to the ground, the air streaking with small arms fire, though the soldiers stopped shooting when they realised it was one of their own who was flying there, and the general was able to turn the broom around and fly towards the massive cock of the dragon again. \nThe red-scaled wyrm roared out and its shoulder and biceps bulged as it drew a paw in front of it, to make a vicious backswing, it's massive triceps bulged then as its arm came hurling through the air to swat the annoying fly that was flying right at it. The general flew under, almost loosing his grip on the blunderbuss from the wave of air, and made it straight to the huge cock.\n\"Hover in place,\" he instructed the broomstick, and raised his weapon.\n\nInside the dragon's massive erection, Cassandra was battered by another blast of precum. She was near the end of her strength and hoped and prayed she was deep enough inside for the ancient magic to work. The necromantic energies of the dark crystal flowed out as she continued her incantations, ancient Latin phrases mingling with ancient Sumerian chants rang out in the confines of the wyrm's urethra, triggering the necromancy to effect.\n\nThe general put the old and battered weapon to his cheeks, sighted down its barrel and pulled back the flint and flipped the small cover that protected the inside of the gun. He closed his eye, drew a deep breath and fired on the exhale. A thunderous boom rang out as the powder ignited and an array of ball bearings and shards from the enchanted spear shot out, hitting the cock straight on. The ball bearings pinged off the incredibly hard skin, but the ancient steel fragments cut in and stayed, like small shards of glass, some even entering the dragon's urethra. \n\nThe ancient wyrm roared out in pain, as its cockhead was stung by one of the many mosquitoes attacking it and it stepped back on its hind legs and saw the general attempting to fly away. It brought down one of its huge claws to strike at him, and this time it struck true, ramming the general off the broom and causing him to fall to the green grass. The dragon roared again and battered its huge wings, and brought one of its hind legs down to stomp the crumbled up bulldog into the ground, crushing him to a paste under its mighty paw.\nIt reared its head up towards the sky and extended its body fully, wings flapping hurricane gales all around, and it roared out in pain as the small glass-shard-like slivers of pain seemed to burn more painfully, its urethra stinging and its cockhead irritated. Standing upright like this, its member was an easy target, and missiles and shells and gunfire rang out yet again, the soldiers shouting angrily at the sight of their dead compatriot and the countless other dead soldiers, some of them looking to the burning city and shaking with hatred against this unfathomable evil. \nThe necromantic magic working from inside was slowly weakening the cock. The bullets that struck the dragon did no harm so far, except for the very few who landed directly on its angular cockhead and drove the enchanted shards deeper still. Tank shells did nothing either, but the few missiles that struck were beginning to have an effect, their explosions blowing off small bits of skin, causing huge droplets of blood to fall on the lawn. One missile from a shoulder fired rocket launcher scored a lucky hit directly at the throbbing cock's large urethra and the explosion caused the enchanted shards inside to drive deep into the wyrm's cockflesh, causing it roar louder and flap its wings again, before it stood down on its front legs again, making the target more difficult to hit. \nIt made a deafening screech, as it was in the most pain of its entire, pre-historic life, and drove forward, crushing tanks in huge explosions and stomping countless soldiers into the ground, leaving only smattering of blood and torn earth in its wake. Despite its pain, the dragon's body was rippling in pleasure from all the carnage, monstrous and bulging muscles tensing up and its massive ballsack tightening against its crotch as it got ever more near to a climax. \n\nBy now, soldiers and veichles were in a circle all around the monstrous beast, shooting at it from all directions. A few brave soldiers were driving Humvees near it, firing the machine guns on the roof and lettting 50mm bullets hurl against the wyrm. The shots pattered against its mighty scales, but the soldiers had finally understood the real target, and honed in on its massive nutsack and huge member. Most shots would still ricochet, but a few landed at just the right angle, or near the base of the cock from where the necromantic magic was emanating, and the bullets would drive into the flesh, more enormous droplets of blood falling to the ground, one of them striking a humvee as it drove under the beast, causing it to lift up to drive on two wheels before it veered and drove right into one of the dragon's front legs, crumbling like a beer can from the impact.\nThe wyrm roared and let its tail swing down close to the ground, sending humvees and the screaming soldiers flying through the air, crashing into the buildings to the east and west of the lawn. I pounced closer to the White House and swiped its claws to the left and right, huge and muscular forelimbs rending furs and veichles alike, sending them flying, exploding, broken and shattered steel screeching from the impacts.\nA pattering of small explosions peppered down its back and the dragon looked up, to see and airplane of a kind it had not encountered before. Then the sound came and soldiers cheered, a rending BRRRRRRRT! \nThe dragon could see a trail of smoke following the plane as it flew past its head, with somewhat more angular wings and twin engines to the sides of its tail. \nThe pilot of the A10 made a banking turn, grimacing as he observed the destruction to the city, and made ready for another strafing run. The wyrm was looking ahead and down and had stepped through the roof of the domelike structure of the part of the White House facing the lawn and gardens that were now littered with corpses and broken war machines. The pilot squeezed the trigger for ten seconds, only breaking away at the last moment, and expanded the last of the drum of ammunition. The rotary gun spewed out more than seven hundred 30mm depleted uranium rounds, the powerful impacts churning grass and impacting the well-muscled calfs and lower legs of the dragon and well as its muscle-bound rump, all of those shattering against its thick scales. A significant burst of the oversized and superheavy bullets struck its pouch and pounded against its nuts, making the dragon's orbs rattle around painfully, causing it to stop its destruction of the White House, of which it was now standing in the middle of. \nThe ancient wyrm turned its head towards the annoying wasp that had stung it and hurled fire towards it, following its trajectory, the flames trailing the A10 and then engulfing it, burning it to a molten puddle that drizzled down in a ball of flame to fall into the already burning city.\nThe dragon reared up on its hind legs and roared in defiance against the sky, before it turned to the west wing and brought its heavily muscled forelimbs crashing through the roof and deep into the building. It could sense the person who inhabited this seat of power was near and it was determined to find him, rending the structure and throwing house-sized pieces this way and that, trapezoid and back muscles bulging as it tore through the structure like a dog digging into the ground.\nThe dragon's tail was whipping about in its frenzy, and its slighty bleeding cock was throbbing, as the destruction of the White House and the downing of the wasp that had stung it, brough it even closer to orgasm. Inside its urethra, deep within its member, Cassandra was holding on for dear life, almost drowning in the copious amounts of precum that was washing over her, slowly loosing her breath as the emissions were more and more constant, all the while using her last remaining air to keep the necromantic incantations feed the dark crystal, which was now having a noticable effect.\n\nSoldiers coming from the rear of the dragon were giving it all they got, shouting and shooting and running and driving towards the beast as it threatened to enter the bunker underneath the White House where they believed the president was located. From the east and west, soldiers drew near as well, and they all convened in a semi-circle dangerously close the murderous beast. By now, tank shells and missiles were chipping away at the dragon's scales, each hit causing the glittering, deep-red chitin to fall to the ground, some pieces crashing into the roof that was still remaining on the building and ripping holes as they fell through. The dragon's back was arched, not unlike a cat kneeding a carpet, and its throbbing member and enormous nutsack were made easy targets. \nA tank round exploded directly between the wyrm's balls, causing them to bang out and in, clanging together like bells, and its neck shot out and its head reared to the sky to roar. As its massive chest drew in breath, its cock was impacted by a tank shell that struck it near the head.Tthe armour piercing round rammed the weakened skin and blasted off a good chunk, which flew off to the side and crushed a Humwee that had dared to drive close to unload its mounted 50.cal machine gun. \nCassandra was rocked about and felt the reverbrations through the slimy skin as the dragon's cock was impacted and the great beast roared out, and she swung around in the urethra as it turned to face the soldiers.\nThe dragon's powerful hind legs stomped through the ruins of the White House it brought its body around, slavering jaws clacking together as it snarled out rage, and it dove forward. Muscles on its back and chest tensed and drove it powerfully forward with a single beat of its wings, and it crashed into the soldiers and tanks that were standing between it and the Washington Memorial. This time it got up close and personal, driving its powerful neck down and rending grass and soil that flew up like waves on the sea, snapping its huge jaws and swallowing tiny morsels of meat. Soldiers screamed and fled, but others kept on firing, only to be crushed by a powerful front claw or ending down the wyrm's gullet, screaming in agony as its powerful stomach acids dissolved down while they were still alive. \n\nA sudden boom rocked the dragon. A powerful bomb had detonated on its flank near its left hip. It hissed in annoyance and looked east and saw three, black shadows that drifted closer. The dragon was rocked by two more bombs, the explosions powerful enough to make it stumble to the side and the shadows flew past with sonic booms announcing their speed. \nThe black bombers were shaped like wings and the old wyrm reluctantly marveled at their grace, even as its scales were injured by the blasts, the necromantic spell beginning to effect its whole body. \nAs more gunfire from the personnel on the ground got its attention, it moved to its left and decimated the soldiers there, leaving its rear exposed to the ones on the right. They wasted no time in firing off all that they had. Several shoulder fired rockets blasted the dragons rear without much effect, but a few brave men mounted a Humwee and drove closer, hanging out of its side windows. They got close, the ones hanging from the windows shooting their rifles and then past the dragon's immense hind legs. The soldier manning the ATGM fired at its massive cock, the missile hitting true and blowing off a quarter of the wyrm's cockhead, which fell to the ground with loud thud, as the five foot long chunk of flesh made its impact. \nComing in from the south, the B2 stealth bombers dove together and released their second JASSM cruise missiles. Veering off, they made a circular pass around the wyrm to witness the impacts of this pinnacle of cruise missile technology. One of the JASSM's struck at the base of the dragon's tail and blew off a chunk of it, the other its right rip, causing it to stumble to its left, and the last one struck right at the middle of dragon's huge member. The explosions roared and clouds of smoke pulsed out amidst the dragon's screeches of pain, as its member was blown halfway through. The massive piece that fell off from the explosion hurtled to the side and crashed into the east wing of the White House, causing it finally implode in a deafening cacaphony, the seat of the president well and truly demolished.\nRight as the cruise missile exploded, the dragon was finally at the point of climax. All the death. All the destruction. The hard-fighting insects it was crushing and their interesting new machines that tested its defences. The struggle to dominate and the sense of power as it wrecked their smoke-burning contraptions and crushed their pepple-firing soldiers. Despite the injuries to its gargantuan cockhead, the pain only spurred it on closer and it was roaring out as draconic semen spewed from its member. \n\nCassandra was forced out by the hundreds of gallons of thick semen that came from the dragon's interior, washing out and flying through the air inside a heavy glob that encapsulated her whole body. Somehow, her broom intercepted her only a dozen feet above the ground, and she crashed painfully into the wood and cracked it, but it cushioned her fall and she fell to the ground and broke both her legs from the impact, but remained alive.\n\nAs the dragon's cock was almost blown in half, its semen kept spraying out of the broken cock. Its cum struck the ground with much force, killing scores of soldiers as the jets of semen flew here and there, and the huge gushes of blood it spurted out washed over tanks and drowned the crews inside. \nThe massive explosions, and the weakness it was beginning to feel, caused the ancient wyrm to topple over to the side. Its gargantuan body crushed soldiers and veichles and threw up a huge cloud of grassy soil that peppered furs and machines alike. \nAs it was on its side, its mangled cock was a ripe target, and now even small arms fire could penetrate the skin, blowing tiny holes, some shots hitting the quarterly destroyed cockhead and driving the small shards of enchanted steel further in. The dragon screeched in pain anew as the glass-shard feeling turned to intense burning as the old magic could fully come to effect now that the necromantic crystal of the witch had done its work.\nTank shells bursted flesh and blew chunks off, meaty pieces the size of a cow flying off from every impact. The dragon squirmed and screeched and turned to the other side, its tail whipped about and killed and destroyed, but there was less focus and more animalistic panic, as it finally realised its predicament. \nBut it was too late. Flying from the north came an A10. It's pilot locked on even from too far a distance and squeezed the trigger for a full fifteen seconds, the rotary 30mm cannon spitting fire and trailing smoke as more than a thousand rounds hurled through the air and made the ground around the dragon explode from all the impacts. As the the plane flew closer its cannon became more accurate and the shots finally impacted the dragon's stomach and groin, ripping off strong scales and blowing numerous holes in the wyrm's huge cock. Spatters of blood and chunks of flesh flew all around as the cock was mangled by the incoming rotary cannon fire. The rounds kept pouring in, obliterating the whole shaft, leaving only the big urethral tubing which connected from the hole right at the base of the blown-apart shaft all the way to its mangled cockhead.\nA daring soldier yelled and ran towards the prone dragon, pulled out a grenade and jumped up to the cockhead, which was flat against the ground. He pulled the pin and stuck it into its urethra before running a few steps and diving for the ground. The fragmentation grenade blew open the urethral opening of the wyrm's cock and it roared weakly and rolled about in agony, crushing the soldier. Despite his death, his comrades cheered and resumed firing. The bullets from the rifles tearing off tiny chunks of the cockhead. Dozens of soldiers drew near, firing as they walked in a professional fashion, firing in short bursts. The shot without pause, only to reload, and the barrels of their rifles were smoking, the black paint peeling off as the steel turned red. Emptying all the magazines in their possession they shot the huge cockhead into smitherines, leaving only the long tubing of the urethral canal hanging out from the dragon's cock. The stringy meat, despite being closer to the necromantic magic, was harder to shoot apart, and soldiers would instead get close, one after the other, and place grenades inside, blowing the tubing apart until only a gaping hole was left in the wyrm's crotch where its cock had been.\nThe A10 had turned around and was now coming in from the south. Recklessly, the pilot chose to fire a laser-guided Hellfire missile, aiming for the wyrm's huge testicles. The missile flew true and impacted the orbs with a loud explosion, tearing the nutsack open and bursting the dragon eggs inside.\nA keening whine, a sound so shrill and loud that everyone covered their ears, erupted from the dragon's throat before it convulsed heavily, it's powerful and muscular limbs tore into the ground, its tail whipped about and killed soldiers standing too close. In its death throes it continued to emit the painful sound until it finally stilled in a long and drawn out wheeze. \nFinally, the dragon was dead.\nIn the aftermath, Cassandra, stinking of dragon cum and sitting on the ground, tried to get the attention of a soldier. The man, a lion with a thick mane hidden underneath his helmet, had shellshocked eyes and black soot covering his features. \n\"You! Soldier! What happened to the general?\" Cassandra asked.\n\"He was killed just after he shot its cock, I saw it with my own eyes,\" he said, voice low and trembling.\n\nCassandra cursed loudly and sent the soldier on his way. Then she closed her eyes and gave a silent prayer to whatever was listening. The necromantic crystal, hidden inside her shawl once more, she was sure the time inside the dragon had not been enough. \nThe general's sacrifice had not been in vain. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Ancient Wyrm

Antonio was toiling in the hot, Mesopotamian sun, the equine sweating profusely as he worked his shovel on the dig site along with dozens of his collegues. Their find was astonishing, ground radars had discovered a ziggurat that dwarfed all others previously found. They were digging into the sandy soil of the anicent city of Ur and had already uncovered the first three steps of the large structure, which the ground radar had shown to have sixty steps in total. So far, the steps had been equal in height, some five feet each, making for a structure of some 300 feet in height.
Suddenly, the ground trembled and he lost his footing with a curse, his collegues shouting in fear and alarm as the earthquake struck. Yet, he sensed something in the shifting sands that made his heart stop, as the barren soil began to undulate and ripple, churning away from the ziggurat, swallowed by the some subterranian cavern. More and more of the structure was revealed, and with it, a monstrous and gargantuan shape. Sand rushed off its glittering scales that were of so deep a red colour that they almost seemed black, the sun reflected in its ancient and cruel eyes. Antonio marveled at the sight of the creatures powerful flank and the muscles of its front legs as it wormed its way through the sands in front of the ziggurat, uncovering more and more of the structure, snaking around the massive base that was uncovered. Then he cried out in terror as it began to climb, getting close to where he was in a few steps, its enormous body longer than even the height of ziggurat. Its claws reached around the top steps, mindless of the anthros who were like ants to it, crushing them to a paste with its huge claws and the flexion of its powerful muscles that rippled underneath its scales.
And then it roared.

"Sir! The earthquake sensors have gone haywire in southern Iraq!" the mouse technician said exitedly to the general, who was a bulldog nearing retirement age, body still tight and neck straight. The general looked at the flashing lights on the screens of the command center, nestled under the Cheyenne Mountains.
"Speak up, private! What does it mean?" He demanded in an athoritative voice.
"Well, sir, it's a localized earthquake of unknown origin. It points to a nuclear detonation!"
The general was slightly shocked by this statement, as troops were still present in the country, WMDs or not.
"Don't listen to him, mister," a female voice called out, and the people in the room turned to gasp at the sudden appearence of a feline woman with white fur wearing a strange, grey shawl. She had striking, purple eyes that seemed to glimmer with hidden power.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The general shouted, while the men around him holstered their assault rifles, officers and technicians pulling out the pistols.
"My name is Cassandra, and I am here to warn you about The Wyrm."
"The worm?" the technician said, nose twisting as if she had told a stupid joke.
"The WYRM," she said, "The ancient dragon. The fireborn. The-Snake-Who-Eats-The-World. That one!"
"We don't have time for games. Men, arrest this lunatic!" the general said, and several men stepped forward, fingers on their triggers. Suddenly, they all cursed, as their weapons turned to hissing vipers in their hands, and they dropped their guns with a loud clatter, the snakes reverting back to steel the moment they hit the floor.
"We don't have much time, you must listen to me.." the woman began, before exited murmours could be heard from amongst the men at the computers in front of the big wall screens.
"Sir, I think you need to see this!"

The dragon, after waking from its long slumber, perched on the ziggurat, stretched its muscular neck upwards and roared out, before it spat out flames so powerful they reached the stratosphere, knocking a couple of satellites off course. The gargantuan beast, huge shoulder and chest muscles rippling, flapped its wings, extending them to their full thousand feet span and snapped them with force enough to cause a sandstorm to roll out in a circle around the now uncovered ziggurat, before it lifted off and flew north.
The creature was ancient and of malicious intellect and had a keen sense for power and where to find it, so it flew to the capitol of the country. Seeing Baghdad, it roared out in rage from the changes it saw. Gone were the opulent palaces and harems of the sultans of old, replaced with modern buildings and towering skyscrapers. The sight enraged the dragon and it attacked, its roar and its huge shadow marking its decent as it tore through a neighbourhood of low-rise buildings with its muscular back legs as it flew past, ripping holes in stone, steel and ground alike. It arrived at a series of scyscrapers located along the Tigris river. It roared again and flapped its wings and hurtled straight through the structures, toppling one after another in its merciless attack. Nearing the center of power, the Green Zone, the dragon's hefty member throbbed as it anticipated cowering the rulers of this land.
It landed amidst the modern palaces and heavily fortified compounds and was finally met with resistance. Small arms fire, tank cannons and a couple of shoulder fired rocket launchers went off and struck its body, harmlessly exploding against its thick scales. It roared out, draconic cock throbbing in delight, as it pouced on the attackers. It swiped its massive and muscular forelimbs left and right, upending tanks and flattening the furs who were shouting in terror while firing their weapons, before it took off with a flap of its wings that caused hundreds to fall to the ground from the hurricane-like winds. It landed on the largest of the modern palaces and plunged its huge member through its walls, delighting in the sensation of the destruction its cock caused on the building. Then it gripped its towers and minarets, pulling them down one by one, its primordial senses confirming that the true power to this land was elsewhere, far away.

"Sir, the Green Zone has just been destroyed!" the man said anxiously to the general.
"What? By who? IB? FA? DA? SF?"
"Uhhh, a dragon, sir," the technician said lamely, projecting images on the huge wallscreen of the red dragon destroying the city.
"My. God." the general gasped and clutched at his breast, flabbergasted by the scenes of the gargantuan creature obliterating buildings and soldiers alike.
"I told you! We need to prepare, it's coming here. The dragon craves the submission of the most powerful empire, and that is here!" the woman said, stomping her feet.
"Sir, it's flying over the mediterranian, headed due west. Sir.. It's flying at Mach 1.5!"
"Signal the carrier strike group near Libya to engage. That beast must be brought down at all costs!"
"Tell them to shoot for its penis!" the woman piped up. The men turned to her with incredulous eyes, a couple of the technicians snickering, "I'm not playing games, it is the only weak spot he has."
"That's what my wife said yesterday!" One shouted crudely, the others laughing recklessly. the witch fumed with anger, white fur turning red as the men around her disregarded her advice.

The attack on the dragon began with the firing of dozens of surface-to-air missiles from the destroyers who had fanned out in front of the carrier, racing to catch the dragon. The gargantuan beast hardly took note, its wings flapping thunder through the air, as its thick scales protected it from the explosives that were meant to take down planes a tenth of its size. Only once did it growl, and finally take notice, as its eighty foot long cock was impacted by a spray of shrapnel, stinging it ever so slightly and making the dragon divert its course to head for the carrier strike group. Dozens more missiles were fired, to little effect, and the first strike fighter squadron made contact.
The pilots inside the planes did their best, the eight planes fired off both their sidewinders at once and at close range, determined to score as many hits as possible in as short a time as possible. The dragon roared out at the multiple explosions rained over its body, a few delivering shrapnel that flew down its length to strike at its huge cock, that was turning erect from its bloodlust.
Instead of focusing on the planes, it dove straight for the destroyers, crashing through one and nearly cutting it in half, exiting under the water and gliding through like a penguin before cresting the waves and making a small tsunami as it worked its powerful muscles to flap its wings for the next attack. The fighter jets had banked around and were flying in with their afterburners activated, firing off another salvo of missiles that struck over the rear of the dragon. One of them impacted its ridged, draconic cock directly and made it flop around from the explosion, but its thick scales made even this direct attack ineffective, only causing a slight burn that darkened the red scales. The dragon roared out in rage and turned in the air to face the planes, opening its mouth, spewing out a cascade of flames that it spread all over the sky, downing most of the jets.
The dragon dove for another destroyer, opting to land on the deck and rend the command structure apart with its heavily muscled forelimbs, tearing steel and composites apart in huge chunks that impacted the deck and broke through, killing sailors and starting fires. When the dragon was satisfied with the structure being completely demolished, it set off, it's powerful hind legs pushing the ship underwater and the gaping hole in its deck immediately taking in water, sinking the ship.
Standing more or less still, the dragon had made itself a target and Harpoon cruise missiles were fired from the remaining two destoyers, most of which missed, but a couple found their marks. A lucky shot hit the dragon in the groin, impacting its huge nutsack and making its hefty balls smack against each other from the explosion. The fericious beast dove down to the offending ship and flew past it at horrific speeds, powerfully muscled hind legs angling their claws to rend at the deck and command structure. The ship was soon combat ineffective and the dragon turned to the last ship, only slightly disturbed by an array of air-to-air missiles shot at it from another strike fighter squadron. This time it flew towards the sea and struck the water with a gargantuan splash that erupted up the air and hit a passing fighter jet, causing it to crash. The dragon swam through the water at supersonic speed and rammed into the stern of the destroyer, instantly breaking the vessel apart, its sailors screaming in terror as it sank.  
With a roar of power, the dragon flew out of the sea and headed for the aircraft carrier. It opted to use its fiery breath and it tore through the deck and into the bowels of the ship, igniting the munition stores in a series of huge explosions that caused shockwaves to burst through the air, downing another couple of fighter jets.

"You have to order them to attack its cock!" the witch shouted at the general, who was standing with his mouth open and watching the action through the camera of a spy satellite, the bulldog turning pale as the most powerful navy of the world was trounced in such a brutal and quick fashion.
"Right.. Errr. Wait. We cannot communicate with the jets now that the ships are sunk," the general said, with heavy regret in his voice.

Meanwhile, the last planes played a dangerous game of cat and mouse with the gargantuan dragon, whose massive erection throbbed from the sensation of carnage and death. They weaved this way and that, using their afterburners to stay just outside of reach of the beast's slavering jaws that snapped at the tails of the jets, disregarding the hot flames. Eventually it managed to snag first one and then the others, as their fuel reserves ran low, their missiles spent and their strafing runs with their cannons ineffective.

"We must go to Washington immediately," the witch said, "the dragon can sense the seat of power and will fly there to terrorize the leaders into submission. If not just outright slay everyone living there. It has been dormant for more than a thousand years, who knows what its mind is like."
The general looked at her with terror in his eyes, only now realising the danger his country was in, "how do you know so much?" he asked.
"My ancestor, Alicia of Antioch, enchanted the spear of Saint George. He did not slay the dragon as the legend tells. The legend also doesn't tell about the huge combined army of two empires that united to take it down. Two hundred thousand soldiers died just to weaken it enough, but Saint George could not strike it with his spear. Instead, he tied it to a ballista bolt, which he fired at its heart. The dragon fled and was weakened, but did not die, and chose its ancient home of Ur as its resting place."
"The spear of Saint George," the general said, his mind working in overdrive, "where is it now?"
"It shattered in the attack, the scales of the dragon's chest are strong. The remnants are kept in the Vatican as a holy relic," the white-furred feline said.
"Corporal Jarvis!" the general suddenly said.
"Yes sir," a pudgy-looking pig said.
"Ready the SR-72, and put me through to the president. He has a phone call he needs to make!"

A few hours later, the experimental airplane landed in an unmarked airport outside of Rome. The ride had rattled Cassandra's nerves, as it was the general who had flown the plane. "Two purple hearts!" he had boasted, which did little to assure the witch, as that meant he had been wounded twice, not exactly the mark of a skilled aviator. Regardless, they landed safely and was met by a procession of cardinals in purple robes, the oldest of them carrying a small chest.
"Your president asked the Pope for this relic," he said, the white-furred, German Shepard's voice croaking with age, "we hope it will aid you in your fight against the agent of Satan."
"Satan has nothing to do with him," the witch said, "but thank you all the same," she grabbed the chest out of the ancient canine's hands and opened it, revealing a small collection of steel slivers laid on top of velvet cloth. She turned to the general and nodded.
"Thank you for your help, my good men, may God watch over us." the bulldog said.
"Amen!" the gathered cardinals said at once, all of them making the sign of the cross.

The dragon was flying over the Atlantic, it's powerful muscles bulging on every wingstroke. The wake left in its flight path scuttled trawlers and made early tsunami- warning buoys go off.
In the Ronald Reagan Internation Airport in Washington, the SR-72 touched down on abandoned runways, all air traffic shut down due to the incoming arrival of the elder wyrm.
"Do you think this will work?" the general said.
"There's less than half the spearhead remaining in these shards. How do we even use them as a weapon?`" the white-furred feline said.
"Blunderbus," the general said simply, "we will take a chopper to the National Museum of The United States, I have already been in contact with the director, he should have a weapon ready as well as suitable propellant."

The dragon's approach over land was getting trouble troublesome. Multiple SAM batteries and Patriot batteries had unloaded scores of missiles that exploded in the air around it, battering it with gusts of displaced air and shrapnel that clattered against its scales. It recieved a direct hit on its cock, which had been hardening in anticipation after softening during the flight without carnage to stimulate the dragon. 200 pounds of classified ordnance went off, making the eighty foot cock swing heavily, the angular, tapered cockhead was slightly bruised and the dragon roared in anger, diverting its flight to follow the smoke trail of the missile. A couple more of the battery's missiles struck it before it landed, bulging arm and leg muscles softening the impact, the dragon's huge jaws enveloping and crushing the expensive kit, before it pounced after the scuttling ants who had been manning the launchers, trampling them and sending uniformed furs flying with swipes of its long and rippling tail.
Satiated, with its cock fully hard, it lifted off again and made way towards the White House.
As it got near, it was harried by numerous fighter jets, which annoyed it like mosquitoes would a human, their missiles glancing off its scales, a few explosions near its cock made it feel like a fur would exposing themselves on a sunny day. Its chest rumbled in a parody of laughter, as it let its breath scour the skies in a wide cone its directed back and forth, exploding planes and parachuting pilots on fiire falling and tumbling to the ground.
As it came closer to the residence of the most powerful figurehead of the planet, the dragon's attention was drawn to the Washington Monument. As this point, a barrage of small arms fire, tank rounds, missiles and attack helicopters were unloading their ordnance, the combined firepower enough to annoy the dragon as its scales repelled round after round and explosions galore. It landed and stood in front of the obelisk, it's hind paws planted solidly on the ground, the dragon was just able to look down on the pointed tip of the structure.
It looked past the obelisk, at the thousands of soldiers and veichles that were dotting the grassy field in front of the white house, noticing many of them were holding back their fire for fear of damaging the precious monument. It roared and its huge cock throbbed and sprayed gallons of precum as it brought its monstrous head down to the center of the obelisk and plunged teeth as long as people were tall into it, granite and marble crumbling as it bit through. It reared it head over to the side, holding half the obelisk in its jaws, and then hurled it towards the White House. The half part of the monument flew almost 500 yards and exploded in a barrage of granite and marble, burying veichles and soldiers alike, their screams serenading the dragon's throbbing erection.
Instead of flying, it began to walk thunderously towards the residence of the president, each step slow and deliberate, it's monstrous cock bobbing and praying gallons after gallons of preseed in anticipation of the slaughter. Weapons began firing again, thousands upon thousands of projectiles from the amassed forces, but it was not enough to stop the dragon, though it slowed down, roaring in defiance of the ants blocking its path.

Coming from the south, the general made the chopper touch down at Lincoln Memorial. Hundred of soldiers were scurrying about, tanks were in position and moving forward to unload their cannons at the dragon. The bulldog got out the chopper, an ancient blunderbuss in hand, gingerly holding the barrel so it pointed upwards, fearful of loosing the powder and the shattered remains of the enchanted spear within it.
"Will this work?" he asked the witch.
"Perhaps, but with the steel shattered the magic is weakened too. However, I have an ace up my sleeve," Cassandra said, putting a paw inside her shawl and bring out a black, oval crystal which seemed to suck in the hot mid-day sunlight.
"What's that?" the general asked.
"Powerful magic. Not all witches were good, the one who made this crystal was very bad indeed, but she might be the saviour of this nation today," the witch said, her purple eyes shining in the dimming sunlight, which returned at full force when she put it inside her shawl again.
"We will need to fly. The beast is erect, it cock hangs high above the ground," Cassandra said, pulling out a small stick which expanded to  seven feet in length and spouted a small assortment of dry twigs at the end. She let it go and the broom hovered above the ground at perfect height to lift their legs over, "you fly, mister purple heart, guide us towards its cockhead. I must get inside and then you must shoot it after a minute has passed. Don't worry, you can tell it with your words to stand still in the air."
The general was past his wonder of dragons and magic and simply sat on the broom behind the witch, one paw on the shaft and one holding the blunderbuss and said, "fly to the dragon!" He almost fell off as it whizzed away with surprising speed.

The dragon was being hammered by thousands of pounds of explosives and bullets every minute that passed. It was inside the circular lawn in front of the White House and had squashed hundred of veichles and tanks and killed thousands of soldiers with its muscle-bulging front legs and the mounstrous claws it sported. Attack helicopters had hovered near it, barraging it with missiles and autocannon fire, and it had destroyed them with its breath, flames as hot as the surface of the sun raking through the air, flying further still and tearing down scyscrapers and other buildings all around.
The city was burning, a great conflegration that rivalled Dresden, and yet the perfect lawns and gardens of the White House were untouched. The dragon's huge cock was throbbing and sputing its precum like a firehose, occasionally killing a soldiers who got impacted by the clear fluid raining down. The monstrous creature was flexing its whole body in anticipation of ruining this seat of power, like it had ruined so many before in the ancient times, it's powerful muscles were bulging and tensing, from its wide and thick neck down to the base of its tail, deep red scales glimmering in the mid-day sun as the dragon's muscles made them shimmer like the water of the sea.
The general and the witch came zooming in on the broom, the old man expertly dodging missiles, soldiers on the ground holding their fire at the strange sight. They made it under the dragon's hefty pouch, wide enough to park a bus inside, and flew towards its throbbing member. He made the broom circle around underneath the dragon and flew straight for its cockhead, shouting curses as he drove them inside the urethra which was as big as they were tall, neatly plunging them inside. A huge spatter of precum nearly blasted them out again, but they braced themselves against the slick flesh and were able to remain inside, coated in draconic emissions.  
"Good luck," the general said as he turned around to fly out.
"Bring him Hell," the witch responded, taking out the dark crystal and venturing deeper inside the dragon's urethra.
As Cassandra walked deeper into the dragon's huge cock, she occasionally had to brace herself against an onslaught of precum, leaving her utterly drenched and her mouth tasting strongly of salt. The gritted her teeth and began the ancient incantation that would activate the necromantic aura that would weaken the dragon's member to make it vulnerable to the weapons that were being fired by all the soldiers and veichles. She could feel the explosions through the wyrm's slimy interior, occasionally being battered and falling down as the cock itself was impacted by a harmless missile or shell.

The aged general flew out of the dragon's cockhead in a spray of precum that caused him to loose altitude and drop towards the greenery in front of the White House. He cursed as he noticed how close the huge beast was to it, and pulled hard with his paw, glancing to the blunderbuss he prayed the powder hadn't become wet. He whooshed close to the ground, the air streaking with small arms fire, though the soldiers stopped shooting when they realised it was one of their own who was flying there, and the general was able to turn the broom around and fly towards the massive cock of the dragon again.
The red-scaled wyrm roared out and its shoulder and biceps bulged as it drew a paw in front of it, to make a vicious backswing, it's massive triceps bulged then as its arm came hurling through the air to swat the annoying fly that was flying right at it. The general flew under, almost loosing his grip on the blunderbuss from the wave of air, and made it straight to the huge cock.
"Hover in place," he instructed the broomstick, and raised his weapon.

Inside the dragon's massive erection, Cassandra was battered by another blast of precum. She was near the end of her strength and hoped and prayed she was deep enough inside for the ancient magic to work. The necromantic energies of the dark crystal flowed out as she continued her incantations, ancient Latin phrases mingling with ancient Sumerian chants rang out in the confines of the wyrm's urethra, triggering the necromancy to effect.

The general put the old and battered weapon to his cheeks, sighted down its barrel and pulled back the flint and flipped the small cover that protected the inside of the gun. He closed his eye, drew a deep breath and fired on the exhale. A thunderous boom rang out as the powder ignited and an array of ball bearings and shards from the enchanted spear shot out, hitting the cock straight on. The ball bearings pinged off the incredibly hard skin, but the ancient steel fragments cut in and stayed, like small shards of glass, some even entering the dragon's urethra.

The ancient wyrm roared out in pain, as its cockhead was stung by one of the many mosquitoes attacking it and it stepped back on its hind legs and saw the general attempting to fly away. It brought down one of its huge claws to strike at him, and this time it struck true, ramming the general off the broom and causing him to fall to the green grass. The dragon roared again and battered its huge wings, and brought one of its hind legs down to stomp the crumbled up bulldog into the ground, crushing him to a paste under its mighty paw.
It reared its head up towards the sky and extended its body fully, wings flapping hurricane gales all around, and it roared out in pain as the small glass-shard-like slivers of pain seemed to burn more painfully, its urethra stinging and its cockhead irritated. Standing upright like this, its member was an easy target, and missiles and shells and gunfire rang out yet again, the soldiers shouting angrily at the sight of their dead compatriot and the countless other dead soldiers, some of them looking to the burning city and shaking with hatred against this unfathomable evil.
The necromantic magic working from inside was slowly weakening the cock. The bullets that struck the dragon did no harm so far, except for the very few who landed directly on its angular cockhead and drove the enchanted shards deeper still. Tank shells did nothing either, but the few missiles that struck were beginning to have an effect, their explosions blowing off small bits of skin, causing huge droplets of blood to fall on the lawn. One missile from a shoulder fired rocket launcher scored a lucky hit directly at the throbbing cock's large urethra and the explosion caused the enchanted shards inside to drive deep into the wyrm's cockflesh, causing it roar louder and flap its wings again, before it stood down on its front legs again, making the target more difficult to hit.
It made a deafening screech, as it was in the most pain of its entire, pre-historic life, and drove forward, crushing tanks in huge explosions and stomping countless soldiers into the ground, leaving only smattering of blood and torn earth in its wake. Despite its pain, the dragon's body was rippling in pleasure from all the carnage, monstrous and bulging muscles tensing up and its massive ballsack tightening against its crotch as it got ever more near to a climax.

By now, soldiers and veichles were in a circle all around the monstrous beast, shooting at it from all directions. A few brave soldiers were driving Humvees near it, firing the machine guns on the roof and lettting 50mm bullets hurl against the wyrm. The shots pattered against its mighty scales, but the soldiers had finally understood the real target, and honed in on its massive nutsack and huge member. Most shots would still ricochet, but a few landed at just the right angle, or near the base of the cock from where the necromantic magic was emanating, and the bullets would drive into the flesh, more enormous droplets of blood falling to the ground, one of them striking a humvee as it drove under the beast, causing it to lift up to drive on two wheels before it veered and drove right into one of the dragon's front legs, crumbling like a beer can from the impact.
The wyrm roared and let its tail swing down close to the ground, sending humvees and the screaming soldiers flying through the air, crashing into the buildings to the east and west of the lawn. I pounced closer to the White House and swiped its claws to the left and right, huge and muscular forelimbs rending furs and veichles alike, sending them flying, exploding, broken and shattered steel screeching from the impacts.
A pattering of small explosions peppered down its back and the dragon looked up, to see and airplane of a kind it had not encountered before. Then the sound came and soldiers cheered, a rending BRRRRRRRT!
The dragon could see a trail of smoke following the plane as it flew past its head, with somewhat more angular wings and twin engines to the sides of its tail.
The pilot of the A10 made a banking turn, grimacing as he observed the destruction to the city, and made ready for another strafing run. The wyrm was looking ahead and down and had stepped through the roof of the domelike structure of the part of the White House facing the lawn and gardens that were now littered with corpses and broken war machines. The pilot squeezed the trigger for ten seconds, only breaking away at the last moment, and expanded the last of the drum of ammunition. The rotary gun spewed out more than seven hundred 30mm depleted uranium rounds, the powerful impacts churning grass and impacting the well-muscled calfs and lower legs of the dragon and well as its muscle-bound rump, all of those shattering against its thick scales. A significant burst of the oversized and superheavy bullets struck its pouch and pounded against its nuts, making the dragon's orbs rattle around painfully, causing it to stop its destruction of the White House, of which it was now standing in the middle of.
The ancient wyrm turned its head towards the annoying wasp that had stung it and hurled fire towards it, following its trajectory, the flames trailing the A10 and then engulfing it, burning it to a molten puddle that drizzled down in a ball of flame to fall into the already burning city.
The dragon reared up on its hind legs and roared in defiance against the sky, before it turned to the west wing and brought its heavily muscled forelimbs crashing through the roof and deep into the building. It could sense the person who inhabited this seat of power was near and it was determined to find him, rending the structure and throwing house-sized pieces this way and that, trapezoid and back muscles bulging as it tore through the structure like a dog digging into the ground.
The dragon's tail was whipping about in its frenzy, and its slighty bleeding cock was throbbing, as the destruction of the White House and the downing of the wasp that had stung it, brough it even closer to orgasm. Inside its urethra, deep within its member, Cassandra was holding on for dear life, almost drowning in the copious amounts of precum that was washing over her, slowly loosing her breath as the emissions were more and more constant, all the while using her last remaining air to keep the necromantic incantations feed the dark crystal, which was now having a noticable effect.

Soldiers coming from the rear of the dragon were giving it all they got, shouting and shooting and running and driving towards the beast as it threatened to enter the bunker underneath the White House where they believed the president was located. From the east and west, soldiers drew near as well, and they all convened in a semi-circle dangerously close the murderous beast. By now, tank shells and missiles were chipping away at the dragon's scales, each hit causing the glittering, deep-red chitin to fall to the ground, some pieces crashing into the roof that was still remaining on the building and ripping holes as they fell through. The dragon's back was arched, not unlike a cat kneeding a carpet, and its throbbing member and enormous nutsack were made easy targets.
A tank round exploded directly between the wyrm's balls, causing them to bang out and in, clanging together like bells, and its neck shot out and its head reared to the sky to roar. As its massive chest drew in breath, its cock was impacted by a tank shell that struck it near the head.Tthe armour piercing round rammed the weakened skin and blasted off a good chunk, which flew off to the side and crushed a Humwee that had dared to drive close to unload its mounted 50.cal machine gun.
Cassandra was rocked about and felt the reverbrations through the slimy skin as the dragon's cock was impacted and the great beast roared out, and she swung around in the urethra as it turned to face the soldiers.
The dragon's powerful hind legs stomped through the ruins of the White House it brought its body around, slavering jaws clacking together as it snarled out rage, and it dove forward. Muscles on its back and chest tensed and drove it powerfully forward with a single beat of its wings, and it crashed into the soldiers and tanks that were standing between it and the Washington Memorial. This time it got up close and personal, driving its powerful neck down and rending grass and soil that flew up like waves on the sea, snapping its huge jaws and swallowing tiny morsels of meat. Soldiers screamed and fled, but others kept on firing, only to be crushed by a powerful front claw or ending down the wyrm's gullet, screaming in agony as its powerful stomach acids dissolved down while they were still alive.

A sudden boom rocked the dragon. A powerful bomb had detonated on its flank near its left hip. It hissed in annoyance and looked east and saw three, black shadows that drifted closer. The dragon was rocked by two more bombs, the explosions powerful enough to make it stumble to the side and the shadows flew past with sonic booms announcing their speed.
The black bombers were shaped like wings and the old wyrm reluctantly marveled at their grace, even as its scales were injured by the blasts, the necromantic spell beginning to effect its whole body.
As more gunfire from the personnel on the ground got its attention, it moved to its left and decimated the soldiers there, leaving its rear exposed to the ones on the right. They wasted no time in firing off all that they had. Several shoulder fired rockets blasted the dragons rear without much effect, but a few brave men mounted a Humwee and drove closer, hanging out of its side windows. They got close, the ones hanging from the windows shooting their rifles and then past the dragon's immense hind legs. The soldier manning the ATGM fired at its massive cock, the missile hitting true and blowing off a quarter of the wyrm's cockhead, which fell to the ground with loud thud, as the five foot long chunk of flesh made its impact.
Coming in from the south, the B2 stealth bombers dove together and released their second JASSM cruise missiles. Veering off, they made a circular pass around the wyrm to witness the impacts of this pinnacle of cruise missile technology. One of the JASSM's struck at the base of the dragon's tail and blew off a chunk of it, the other its right rip, causing it to stumble to its left, and the last one struck right at the middle of dragon's huge member. The explosions roared and clouds of smoke pulsed out amidst the dragon's screeches of pain, as its member was blown halfway through. The massive piece that fell off from the explosion hurtled to the side and crashed into the east wing of the White House, causing it finally implode in a deafening cacaphony, the seat of the president well and truly demolished.
Right as the cruise missile exploded, the dragon was finally at the point of climax. All the death. All the destruction. The hard-fighting insects it was crushing and their interesting new machines that tested its defences. The struggle to dominate and the sense of power as it wrecked their smoke-burning contraptions and crushed their pepple-firing soldiers. Despite the injuries to its gargantuan cockhead, the pain only spurred it on closer and it was roaring out as draconic semen spewed from its member.

Cassandra was forced out by the hundreds of gallons of thick semen that came from the dragon's interior, washing out and flying through the air inside a heavy glob that encapsulated her whole body. Somehow, her broom intercepted her only a dozen feet above the ground, and she crashed painfully into the wood and cracked it, but it cushioned her fall and she fell to the ground and broke both her legs from the impact, but remained alive.

As the dragon's cock was almost blown in half, its semen kept spraying out of the broken cock. Its cum struck the ground with much force, killing scores of soldiers as the jets of semen flew here and there, and the huge gushes of blood it spurted out washed over tanks and drowned the crews inside.
The massive explosions, and the weakness it was beginning to feel, caused the ancient wyrm to topple over to the side. Its gargantuan body crushed soldiers and veichles and threw up a huge cloud of grassy soil that peppered furs and machines alike.
As it was on its side, its mangled cock was a ripe target, and now even small arms fire could penetrate the skin, blowing tiny holes, some shots hitting the quarterly destroyed cockhead and driving the small shards of enchanted steel further in. The dragon screeched in pain anew as the glass-shard feeling turned to intense burning as the old magic could fully come to effect now that the necromantic crystal of the witch had done its work.
Tank shells bursted flesh and blew chunks off, meaty pieces the size of a cow flying off from every impact. The dragon squirmed and screeched and turned to the other side, its tail whipped about and killed and destroyed, but there was less focus and more animalistic panic, as it finally realised its predicament.
But it was too late. Flying from the north came an A10. It's pilot locked on even from too far a distance and squeezed the trigger for a full fifteen seconds, the rotary 30mm cannon spitting fire and trailing smoke as more than a thousand rounds hurled through the air and made the ground around the dragon explode from all the impacts. As the the plane flew closer its cannon became more accurate and the shots finally impacted the dragon's stomach and groin, ripping off strong scales and blowing numerous holes in the wyrm's huge cock. Spatters of blood and chunks of flesh flew all around as the cock was mangled by the incoming rotary cannon fire. The rounds kept pouring in, obliterating the whole shaft, leaving only the big urethral tubing which connected from the hole right at the base of the blown-apart shaft all the way to its mangled cockhead.
A daring soldier yelled and ran towards the prone dragon, pulled out a grenade and jumped up to the cockhead, which was flat against the ground. He pulled the pin and stuck it into its urethra before running a few steps and diving for the ground. The fragmentation grenade blew open the urethral opening of the wyrm's cock and it roared weakly and rolled about in agony, crushing the soldier. Despite his death, his comrades cheered and resumed firing. The bullets from the rifles tearing off tiny chunks of the cockhead. Dozens of soldiers drew near, firing as they walked in a professional fashion, firing in short bursts. The shot without pause, only to reload, and the barrels of their rifles were smoking, the black paint peeling off as the steel turned red. Emptying all the magazines in their possession they shot the huge cockhead into smitherines, leaving only the long tubing of the urethral canal hanging out from the dragon's cock. The stringy meat, despite being closer to the necromantic magic, was harder to shoot apart, and soldiers would instead get close, one after the other, and place grenades inside, blowing the tubing apart until only a gaping hole was left in the wyrm's crotch where its cock had been.
The A10 had turned around and was now coming in from the south. Recklessly, the pilot chose to fire a laser-guided Hellfire missile, aiming for the wyrm's huge testicles. The missile flew true and impacted the orbs with a loud explosion, tearing the nutsack open and bursting the dragon eggs inside.
A keening whine, a sound so shrill and loud that everyone covered their ears, erupted from the dragon's throat before it convulsed heavily, it's powerful and muscular limbs tore into the ground, its tail whipped about and killed soldiers standing too close. In its death throes it continued to emit the painful sound until it finally stilled in a long and drawn out wheeze.
Finally, the dragon was dead.
In the aftermath, Cassandra, stinking of dragon cum and sitting on the ground, tried to get the attention of a soldier. The man, a lion with a thick mane hidden underneath his helmet, had shellshocked eyes and black soot covering his features.
"You! Soldier! What happened to the general?" Cassandra asked.
"He was killed just after he shot its cock, I saw it with my own eyes," he said, voice low and trembling.

Cassandra cursed loudly and sent the soldier on his way. Then she closed her eyes and gave a silent prayer to whatever was listening. The necromantic crystal, hidden inside her shawl once more, she was sure the time inside the dragon had not been enough.
The general's sacrifice had not been in vain.
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