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Follow a cast of characters including the firefighter John, champion boxer Roy and Pete the NEET, as they battle the alien menace!


Commissioned by Anonymous. Thank you very much for commissioning me^^", "writing": "[b]Wyverns from Outer Space[/b]\n\nThe scientists and the technicians in NASA's headquarter were an anthill of activity. Early warning meteor satellites had picked up a debris field of hundreds of thousands of asteroids heading straight for earth. It was the most important scientific event in decades, perhaps ever, and all staff were at hand, with plenty running around, holding clipboards, tablets and large phones, checking and double-checking their research and calculations.\n\"Ma'am, I don't understand, based on the calculations, all the objects are roughly the same size and weight and seemingly unaffected by each other's gravity,\" one border collie scientist said to head director. \n\"Maybe...\" the poodle woman took a moment to think, \"maybe they are not asteroids, but space ships?\" \nThe people near them looked up with a gasp, no one had entertained that thought until now, and suddenly that anthill seemed to spill over as the activity doubled. \n\nMeanwhile, in the asteroid belt between Jupiter and Mars, a gargantuan horde of wyverns were flying through space. Their species had evolved to metabolize dark matter and they could fly for light-years on end without having to eat or drink. One of the lead wyverns, some fifteen feet long from head to tail, craned its neck to look at its compatriots and screeched wordlessly into the vacuum of space. It took note of the eager looks on the reptilian heads of the other wyverns and screeched again. The wyvern took in the sights of its compatriots glowing eyes, each of them the same colour as their scales. Then it turned its short and muscular neck towards their destination, which could be picked out by their noses from dozens of light years away.\nThe smell of sentients.\n\nJohn was panic-shopping in the local Walmart. Everyone else was too. Ever since the scientists at NASA had broken the news that unidentified alien spacecraft were headed towards earth, the whole world had turned upside down. Doomsday cults, rioting, hoarding of supplies. It was all to crazy for the greatdane fireman, who had chosen today, the day of The Arrival, to bring home whatever goods his household needed to last a couple of weeks. \nHis shopping cart was heavy, and it was hard to navigate it around the multitude of furs who had the same idea. John was fairly certain he heard gunshots coming from somewhere outside, and he sped up, his athletic body burning from the exercise of pushing the heavily-laden shopping cart.\nHe cursed when his phone buzzed, checked it, and took the call when he saw it was his wife.\n\"Hi, babe,\" John said. \n\"They are here!\" Daisey's voice came through the phone, panicked and scared, \"it's not flying saucers or spaceships. It's dragons!\"\n\"What are you talking about?\" John said, his face a frown of confusion.\n\"They have already landed. It's all over the news! They are, like, rampaging in several big cities. Murdering people. Get home as quickly as you can!\" Daisey's voice trailed off, \"Oh no. No no no no no. A couple just landed on the neighbor's lawn. I have to go.\"\n\"Daisey? Daisey!\" John shouted at his phone as the call ended, before he looked at his heavily laden shopping cart, cursed, and left it in the aisle as he ran for the exit. \nThe throng of people grew closer, more stifled and more panicked, as more and more took calls from friends and family informing them of the situation, or read it on the news, or saw amateur footage of the carnage already uploaded to various social media sites. Only John's good physique allowed him to push through the people so that he could exit and he was glad he had left the shopping cart behind, anxious to be home as quickly as possible.\nSuddenly screams could be heard from the entrance, beyond the cash-registers, followed by loud crashes and the splintering sounds of shattering glass. John stood still, as did the other furs, like deer in headlights, before loud flapping noises and dark shapes with glowing eyes heralded the arrival of the aliens. \n[i]Not dragons,[/i] John thought, having played a fair bit of D&D in his youth, [i]Wyverns![/i]\n\nBack in their home, Daisey was panicking. The flying, reptilian creatures were landing everywhere in the suburbs where her house was located. On lawns, in the street, rooftops. A couple had broken through the door and window of the house across the road and terrified screams could be heard coming from within as they managed to crawl through with surprising flexibility.\nThe dalmatian was holding the largest kitchen knife in the house, but felt defenseless, as the scaly creatures were some ten feet tall when they reared up and screeched menacingly. She was peeking up over the window-sill, keeping a lookout, when a wyvern landed on her lawn.\nShe was morbidly curious, and kept peeking, and took a full measure of the creature. It's legs were powerfully muscled and longer than its torso, with a long and flexible tail that pointed her way. From its short torso, it was difficult to see where its thick neck began and the upper body ended. Its head and halfway down to its back was covered in a mane of bright blue hair which covered some of its scaly, dark blue skin. The underside of its tail that was whipping about and the backside of its legs going to its crotch was covered in off-white skin.\nThe creature was moving its head from side to side, seeking, and then turned around, giving Daisey a full view of its front. The colour of its scales running from the back of its tail all the way to the underside of its snout was pearly white. It also revealed its massive, bobbing erection and large nutsack. Some two feet of girthy meat, coloured blue, that was ridged draconically and ended in an angular cockhead that was halfway covered by foreskin. The nutsack as well was blue, and the organs stood out against the white scales of the wyvern’s stomach and crotch. Its member glistened wetly in the afternoon sun and the winged creature sat its horned wing-tips on the ground and began to crawl towards the dalmatian's house, short head obviously sniffing and having picked up her scent.\nAs the wyvern came closer, Daisey saw its head had two long horns growing from the base of its skull and pointing backwards while its short snout ended in a little horn a few inches long. In its small head, two light blue eyes shone balefully. She suddenly realized her predicament, having been engrossed in watching the strange creature, and cried out in terror, scrambling away from the window on her knees and elbows.\nA loud crash and shattered glass flew through the room, some of it impacting the panicking canine, and she made it through the living room door, gripping the door sill to get up and entered the kitchen. Just behind her, loud scrapes could be heard as the wyvern crawled through the broken window.\n\nPete the NEET was sitting in front of his computer as usual. The thirty-something fat bear was wearing boxers and nothing else, feeling too hot in the summer weather. Using a free online service, he was watching the boxing match, where the reigning champion Roy Royson was defending his title against Julio Rodrigues in the MGM Grand Garden Arena. Pete felt some kind of familiarity with the champion, as he too was a bear, though wide and heavily muscled. The heavyweight contender was a tall rat, who had become famous for his speed and footwork, using retreating jabs to wear down his opponents. \nSuddenly, the spectators began screaming, and the cameraman turned around, to film the sudden incursion of numerous reptilian, winged creatures. Pete instantly identified them as wyverns and watched with sick fascination as they tore into the crowd, ripping furs apart with their powerful jaws and eating them, while some of them wrestled down women and bore down on them with their long and throbbing draconic members.\nThe camera panned back to the two boxers and Julio was scrambling to get out, neatly jumping over the ropes and making it to the boxer's entrance with his retinue, while Roy Royson stood still, mouth open, flabbergasted by the attacking wyverns. The champion’s gaze then hardened and he frowned at the carnage.\nA few police officers in the crowd drew their firearms, but the frantic and panicking furs were in their way and only a few shots were fired at the few wyverns who had taken flight and were flying in circles around the arena. The shots had little effect, except terrorizing the crowd further and their screams and wails were a cacophony of noise. \nPete was hyperventilating while he saw it all, he didn't watch the news and only played single player games, and knew nothing of The Arrival, as his only personal interactions were with his mother, and those conversations were always short and dripping with disappointment.\nThe camera moved over the crowd again and the bear could see that most of the wyverns were blue, though there were a few red, green and purple ones as well, all of them long-legged with short bodies that ended in thick and muscular necks and small heads sprouting horns. A deafening screech could be heard, causing Pete to lift his headphones away from his ears in pain, and the camera zoomed in on the largest of the wyverns, a blue one which was heavily muscled, as it dived down and landed inside the ring.\nIt stood up on its hind legs, proudly displaying its massive three foot member, and stood much taller than the boxer, standing about eleven feet from head to toe. The wyvern roared out its challenge, and Pete cheered when the champion squared his shoulders, gritted his teeth against the mouth-guard and put his boxing gloves in front of himself.\n\nRoy had heard about the aliens, in passing, and disregarded the whole thing as nonsense. His focus had been on his training and the upcoming bout. He was in his prime, having defended his belt seven times, and knew he had to out-train and out-focus any contender to remain on the top. The scaly, reptilian creature in front of him had entered the ring on his fight night and he was furious. Roy locked eyes with the creature’s, which seemed to glow with its own inner blue light.\nThe bear stepped forward, peeking over his gloves, getting closer to the creature which offended him with its throbbing organ. It roared out and leaned forward, scrambled its wings against the canvas, and crawled towards him with surprising speed, mouth open to bite, dagger-like teeth ready to rend his flesh. \nIt was almost too easy, Roy thought, as he twisted his body, transferring the momentum into a powerful haymaker that struck the winged creature right on its lower jaw, knocking its thick head sideways and causing it to stumble so that he could step to the side of it. \nHis hand hurt like he had punched a brick wall, and he was glad he was wearing his gloves, putting up his guard again as the wyvern screeched in anger and resumed its attack, diving in for another bite attempt. This time, Roy responded with an uppercut, causing the wyvern to rear back its head and stand on its back legs, exposing its stomach. \nFor a second, the bear hesitated, still restricted by the rules he had trained under, but as he heard the terrified screams coming from the crowd, he resolved himself, and stepped in with a straight cross that impacted the wyvern's cock directly on its glistening head. Glove met dick and Roy punched through, squashing the cockhead against the wyvern's taut and muscular stomach. It screeched out in agony, striking across with the horned wingtip, but the champion ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding the eight inch horn impaling his skull. \nAnother opening presented itself, and he stepped in with a savage uppercut, right into the reptilian creature's nutsack. A warbled cry came from its throat and it was stunned for a second, and Roy speedbagged the dangling orbs, landing dozens of blows that caused the wyvern to become more and more paralyzed. His arm drew back for another savage uppercut, but the wyvern finally reared down to bite at him, so he side-stepped the attack and quickly delivered a hook that rocked the creature sideways. The wyvern reared up, slightly groggy, and Roy came in with wide haymakers, left and right, smashing into its cock multiple times, causing the blue-coloured member to swell up and turn purple with bruising.\nHis shoulders ached, he was almost out of breath and sweat was dripping into his eyes from the intense combination. Roy pushed his body further, sank his legs down and aimed the hardest uppercut in his life, right gloved paw smashing into the wyvern's nutsack with such force that something almost snapped inside his wrist. However, the powerful blow also squashed both testicles simultaneously, ripping the skin and coating his glove with bright purple blood and thick semen and strange black goo that clung like tar.\nThe reptilian creature roared out in rage and pain and bit down at the champion, and only luck let him step back and avoid the powerful bite, delivering another hook that made it pull back. The wyvern was getting more sluggish, due to its injury, and it reared up and presented its massive, throbbing member and its burst nutsack to the boxer. Once again, he stepped in, letting his knees bend so that he could get maximum force out of an uppercut. He spat out his mouth-guard as he roared, and the glove impacted right over where the cock began, the fabric of the glove and the force of the uppercut causing the draconic skin to rip open. The ridges and the strange curvatures on the wyvern’s cock made it so that the uppercut, as it traveled further up, ripped even more of the cock open, revealing the black ichor that was stored within. \nShouting in pure fury, the champion began heavy punches that impacted the ripped-open penis and caused more and more of the black goo to spatter out. Even when his injured paw snapped in the wrist, he did not stop, every punch turning the battered member into pulp, causing the cock itself to slowly disintegrate.\nThe wyvern dived down for seemingly another attack, and Roy side-stepped with the accuracy of a champion boxer, delivering another hook that glanced off the horn that sprouted backwards from its head. However, despite the glancing blow, the reptilian creature fell down, impacting the canvas hard, breathing slowly and deeply, hissing weakly in pain. \nCradling his broken paw, Roy stepped back and noticed the pool of purple blood pulsing out in great gushes, as well as more of the sticky, tar-like substance, that came out of the wyvern’s genitals. He blinked at the sweat coming into his eyes and noted how the wyvern's breaths drew more laboured by the second before they stopped completely with an almost inaudible wheeze.\n\nPete cheered loudly, as did the crowd that hadn't run away, as the match had caused the carnage to stop while furs and wyverns alike watched the champion square off against the big wyvern. The other wyverns hissed loudly, something akin to jeers, but were outmatched by the thousands of furs who were pumping their fists and roaring with approval. \nSuddenly, the atmosphere had changed from terror to combative, and the camera captured it all, as people in the crowd swarmed the outnumbered wyverns and began kicking and beating them, targeting the crotch like the undisputed champion Roy Royson had just shown them to do.\nThe fat bear got to his feet with a 'whoop!', tore off his headphones and exited his room to seek out his mother.\n\"Hey mom! You gotta watch this, an alien just go-\" Pete stopped shouting excitedly when he suddenly noticed the desperate screams of pain and the hissing of a wyvern. \nHe peeked through the doorway leading to the living room, and a blue-coloured wyvern was in the process of raping his mom, jaws latched on to her ursine head to keep her in place, and pumping her viciously with its two foot cock. \nThe wyvern noticed his presence, glowing blue-eyes looking at an angle, and hissed possessively, ramming harder still, not afraid of the fat bear. Pete scrambled back to his room where his most priced possession was stored. Amidst countless shelves filled with anime figurines, mangas and game cases, stood a display cabinet with a katana inside. He had bought it after the early crypto days, when simply responding to questionnaires would yield bitcoins. He didn't use drugs and had no use for the funny money he stored away, but suddenly their value was several thousands of dollars and he had spent all of them on this authentic, Japanese blade. \nIts familiar weight slid out of its scabbard with a satisfying hiss and thus armed he went towards the living room again. It was obvious that the wyvern was now nearing its climax, grunting ferally as it mated harder and harder, Pete's grey-furred mother whimpering and whining as she was battered by its massive member and the fat bear roared out his challenge and struck two-handed at the creatures neck.\nThe katana hit the hard scales and carved a deep gash, jolting Pete's arms, and he shouted in excitement, thinking he had made the killing blow. However, despite the hefty of amount of bright purple blood that spurted out, it did not seem to impair the wyvern, which screeched in rage of being interrupted near climax, and it pulled out of the pensioner woman with a sickening slurp that filled the room. \nThe wyvern reared up on its back legs and flapped its wings in challenge, blue-coloured member coated with blood, and Pete charged in, instinctively knowing he had to strike at its most sensitive point. Despite his size, he practiced with the katana several times a week, keeping the floor of his spacious room free of clutter so that he could weave his blade around in katas. Muscle-memory took over and he stepped in with a quick overhand cut, front knee complaining as he lunged, and the blade carved diagonally into the foreskin-covered angular cockhead of the dragon, severing a chunk of it from its body, as well as hitting the frenulum, circumcising the wyvern.\nPurple blood spurted out, and the wound revealed the oozy black matter he had seen in the boxing ring, in a circle all around its urethra. The wyvern screeched in pain and took a step back, stumbling as it banged against the couch, and Pete struck again, this time with a cut that went from low to high, severing the long cock in two, causing the draconic flesh to impact the wooden floor with a thud. \nNow the wyvern was panicking, more purple blood and black goo spurted out of its ruined member and Pete stepped in for the finishing blow, one paw on the base of the pommel, he thrust the katana and split the remainder of the cock open. Pete pushed hard and grunted as the guard finally met flesh and the heavy weight of the wyvern crashed into him as it collapsed from the impalement. The fat bear had difficulty breathing, but noted with satisfaction that the wyvern was breathing its last breaths, coughing weakly, its body weight became all the more heavier as life left its body and the crushing weight became unbearable.\nHowever, his mother came over, bleeding profusely from the crotch and her head and she started to tug at the large creature, enabling Pete to squirm his elbows in and push off at the corpse. Huffing and wheezing from the exertion, he managed to crawl out from under the dead wyvern.\nHe scrambled to his feet, covered in purple blood and black ichor, and after catching his breath he took the old woman under her arm and guided her towards the hallway leading to their entrance door, anxious to get her to a hospital.\n\nJohn was trapped in the middle of the panicking crowd in Walmart and had to fight for his life just to stay on his feet and not be trampled, which he witnessed happening to several other furs. The weight of the crowd carried him away from the entrance and people dispersed in various directions, fleeing aimlessly, some being pinned down by wyverns that swooped in for the kill, ripping off heads with their jaws or rending their backs open with their powerful, clawed hind legs. \nThe greatdane ran along an isle of canned and pickled goods when he came upon a most dreadful scene. A red wyvern was copulating with an unconscious tiger woman, who's head was bleeding slightly. The canine saw the heavy weight of the creature's cream ballsack impact the woman again and again in a most transfixing fashion. His head felt like it was watching a recording, detaching his mind from the gruesome and bloody rape, evidenced by the pool of the sanguine liquid that spread out around the woman's thighs. \nHis paralysis shattered when the creature stretched its neck upwards and screeched into the air, while its powerful hind legs pumped harshly and deeply into the unconscious feline, unloading the contents of its balls. \nJohn looked to the side of the isle, and picked up a ten-pound jar of pickles, made a few running steps and threw as hard as he could. His high-school American Football training paid off and the heavy glass jar shattered against the head of the wyvern, covering it with brine and small cucumbers. It screeched in pain and confusion, and tore its member out of the woman, gooey and thick semen pouring out of her ruptured nethers. The greatdane yelp'ed and picked out another jar, throwing it hastily, and it sailed over the creature's head.\nThe wyvern was now dragging its body along the isle towards John and he ran in panic, cursing himself for leaving his pistol in the glove-box of his truck. He made it around the corner of the isle, angry screeches coming from behind him, and collided with another panicking costumer, knocking them both to the ground, each cursing profusely. \n\"It's coming!\" John cried out as he scrambled to his feet, moving towards the fur, a mastiff woman, who was still on the ground and cursing in pain. The greatdane helped her up, just as the screeching wyvern came around the corner, and they both ran down the isle which was packed with baby items like diapers and formula.\nA plan was formulating in his mind and he hoped to reach the gardening department for some tools for defense. The wyvern was catching up to them, though, and he looked back worryingly as the creature pulled itself along. John began to tear down baby supplies, big crates of formula, economy-sized bundles of diapers, and the tiger woman noted his action and did the same. They were practically pulling themselves along the aisle, much like the reptilian creature chasing them, and their efforts bore fruit, as it skittered and stumbled over the many items.\nWith the wyvern momentarily losing ground, John and the mastiff woman ran across a center isle, down towards the gardening section. The double-glass doors leading outside were shattered, and John almost fell as he slid in the small glass-shards, but persevered and made it into the garden section, which was under a glass roof with open sides. \nThe canine woman was unlucky and she cried out in pain as she stumbled and fell, the square-shaped safety glass luckily only cutting shallow cuts into her bare legs, though her flowery dress was torn.\nJohn was running towards the garden tools section and he noticed a banner that said \"try before you buy\". He came to a display stand that would normally be manned and on it was a long and serious-looking chainsaw.\n\"Hail to the king, baby,\" John muttered with a crazy smile as he hefted the power tool, grabbed its pull-string and gave it a go. The chainsaw immediately sputtered into action with a cloud of grey smoke and he turned to face the door he had just climbed through. \nThe mastiff woman was on her feet, running towards him, and the wyvern was just climbing through the shattered glass, screeching, its motions more stalking now, like a cat nearing its prey. John shouted out and ran towards them, but the wyvern kicked off, flapped its wings and dove in for attack, impacting the woman with its mass and bringing her to the ground. \nDexterously, the reptilian creature used its hind legs to tear the woman's dress and underwear apart, and its blood-dripping erection was bobbing needily despite having just unloaded. It bit down on her head and enveloped her with its wings and began to prod with its member. \nThen, John was at it and he roared as he pressed the lever that would make the chainsaw spin. It made a powerful noise as it rotated the chain links to high speed, and John struck it against the creature’s head. Chain link-teeth shattered as his aim was low and it bit into one of the horns growing backwards from its skull. John pressed harder, and the chainsaw tore through the thick bone with an awful burnt smell, before it cut it off and bit into the wyvern's thick scales that protected its small head. \nIt hissed and pulled back before it was grievously wounded and reared up on its hind legs with purple blood running down its head, forcing it to close an eye. Standing like this, John was capable of seeing the wyvern’s impressive and muscular physique, its taut and pearly white stomach which had a sixpack and bulging pectoral muscles. The greatdane ran forward against the eight feet tall monster and attacked it again, chainsaw buzzing noisily. It tried to deflect with its wing, which the spinning tool cut right through all the way to one of the wing bones, causing the wyvern to screech in pain and batter its wings powerfully, stepping back from the roaring canine. \nSuddenly, it lunged, and John was too slow to react as the creature impacted him, taking him down on his back, with its wide jaws closing around his head. He cried out in pain as its sharp teeth bit into him, and said a silent prayer of safety for his wife, as he knew this was the end.\nHowever, the canine woman had found a pitchfork and was diving in to help the greatdane, attacking the wyvern from behind. The sharp prongs cut into its hefty nutsack and she smiled in grim satisfaction as it let its jaws go of the man's head and turned to face her. The pitchfork was pulled out of her paws from the sudden force, and it remained embedded, having penetrated both of its stones and stuck there. \nThe wyvern stalked closer, but then roared in pain as its long tail was bit into by a heavily bleeding John, who almost managed to cut half-way through the limb with the chainsaw before the wyvern turned to face him and reared up, roaring in fury. Its blood-covered member was straight ahead, still pulsing with the need to breed, and John aimed for the offensive organ. He stepped in with a plunging cut, and the chainsaw bit in right at its urethral opening, before the turning of the teeth made it pull itself further inside by its own force, almost ripping the chainsaw out of his paws.\nJohn grunted and controlled the plunge until the entire chainsaw was almost inside, purple blood and strange black ichor spewing out of the wound. He then roared in defiance of the invasive beast and pulled down, causing the rotating machinery to bite through and exit the wyvern's cock, splitting it half-open like a hot dog bun in a gush of blood and splatters of black ichor. \nThe wyvern screamed weakly in pain and it reared back and then stumbled over to its side, the trauma to its member causing it to go into shock. It shuddered and gasped as its life left its body, and John stepped on its bloody head, work-boot grinding into its tough skin, and aimed the chainsaw down to its throat, wanting to make sure to kill it.\n\"Hail to the king,\" he whispered, woozy with blood loss from the deep wounds on his face, and the buzzing became a roar as he plunged it into the wyvern's neck in a gush of purple blood.\n\nDaisey was in the car in the garage, crying with fright. She had managed to fend off the wyvern by stabbing its cock with a kitchen knife and scrambled out of the back door of the kitchen. The big SUV parked there had felt like a bastion of safety, but she had been shocked by the four wyverns who stood in front of it when she opened the garage door remotely. \nNow they were crawling inside the garage and she stomped the accelerator, reversing with whining back tires and slammed the car into the wyverns, who proved to be stronger and heavier than expected, the four of them together bracing and getting their strong necks under the backside of the car, lifting it off the ground, and causing the rear wheels to spin freely.\nThe dalmatian cried and shivered in fright as she put the car in drive and hit the accelerator again, but nothing happened except for the engine redlining before it choked itself out and shut off. \nScreaming, Daisey reached for the door then reconsidered, before she turned the ignition off and on again, the engine luckily starting at once. The Wyverns sat down the car with a heavy thud and the rear window shattered as one of them rammed its head through the glass. \nPutting the truck in reverse and looking back, only to see the slavering jaws of a red wyvern reaching inside through the rear window, the dalmatian stomped the gas pedal and the rear wheels instantly gained traction. The car sped up and the wyvern trying to crawl inside was pulled half under the car, one of the others crunching on the roof as it dug its claws in the metal there, another one got pulled underneath the SUV and the last one moving to the side of the driver's seat. \nOne unlucky wyvern felt time stretch out for eternity, as the large car drove over its cock which had come under the rear wheel. It screeched and felt every single inch from it’s ridged and foreskinned forehead, to the middle, almost all the way down to the base, being flattened and splattered on the concrete like some bug. It reared back, tearing off its cock in the process, and aimlessly flapped its wings as it made it outside to the lawn, and squirmed around maddened on the patch of grass there, bright purple blood and black ichor coming out of the wound where its cock used to be. \nThe car bumped and one of the rear wheels was lifted off the ground, making the whole vehicle wobble. Unbeknownst to the terrified woman, the other wyvern under the car had its cock trapped under the wheel and it screeched out in pain as the heavy weight pressed the huge member against its muscular stomach. Daisey tried pressing the accelerator again and the wheels spun, grinding against the reptilian creature's sensitive meat, until it was snagged by the wheel and was broken on the inside and pulled towards the car, under the wheel, squishing it against the wyvern’s plump nutsack. \nA keening screech unlike anything she had ever heard made the dalmatian pause for a second, as did the other two wyverns, and then she shifted to drive and hit the throttle, causing the rear wheels to spin and grind against the wyvern's cock. Whining rubber met alien flesh and disintegrated it slowly, until the vehicle finally had enough traction to burst forward, surprising the woman and causing her to accelerate into the work table at the end of the garage, activating the airbags and knocking her unconscious.\n\nIn a suburbian sports center, Leanne was busy practicing with her tennis ratchet. The center had a couple small enclosures where a tennis ball firing machine could be used. The woman was some seven feet tall and the state champion. Draft horse by breed, she had a naturally wide body that gave her power and endurance. Every time the ball came flying at her, she screamed out and struck hard, mentally focusing on having the green ball fly to precisely into certain spots on the mesh net, mirroring a real match. \nThe machine ran out of balls, and she sighed with satisfaction, sweat dripping down her body. Two more rounds and she would consider herself done. She began collecting the many balls the net had been absorbing when she suddenly noted the noise of screams and cries coming from other areas in the sports center. Then a loud screech startled her, and something flew overhead, casting a dark shadow. \nLeanne ran over to the entrance door, but was shocked when something large landed with a heavy thud. Some kind of blue and off-white skinned reptilian monster with wings and powerful hind legs. It reared up and she saw its baleful, glowing eyes, as well as its draconic two-and-a-half foot long, blue member which was bobbing in the air. The equine stumbled back in fright and the wyvern attacked the door, battering the mesh.\nLooking around in panic, Leanne did the only thing she thought might help survive her encounter with the feral beast. She ran over to the tennis ball firing machine and loaded balls into it as quickly as possible, all the time looking back over her shoulders to note how far the wyvern was in tearing through.\nIt was now halfway done making a hole that would be big enough for it to crawl through, and Leanne went behind the machine and turned the power knob up to max, her panic causing her to twist it even further than it allowed, and the knob broke off. Shivering with fright, she hoped this did not mean the machine would not work, as she aimed it towards the wyvern which was crawling through the fencing now.\nThe first tennis ball whizzed out with a loud bang and impacted the creature squarely on its snout, barely causing it to flinch. Leanne aimed lower, and as it got inside and reared up in challenge, the machine spit out tennis ball after tennis ball that impacted it from its beefy pectoral muscles, down its taut six pack and finally a ball hit its throbbing and dangerous looking member. \nIt had been walking towards her slowly on its hind legs and was quite close when the tennis ball impacted the member, causing the creature to shut its glowing eyes and roar out in pain. Leanne gritted her teeth and focused all her shots on the wyvern’s cock. Each shot would force it to screech and step back, and she kept on firing even as it pressed itself against the mesh surrounding the training area. Ball after ball impacted the ridged, draconic cock. Squashing, bruising, eventually cutting it open as the skin was tenderized enough to be torn through.\nThe wyvern’s cock burst open in a spray of purple blood and nasty-looking black ichor, and it scratched its legs against the floor to get away, but could seemingly not make its body work as its organ was impacted again and again by the overcharged tennis balls. It wheezed and sat down, its member a bloody pulp of flayed flesh and gore, and Leanne aimed the tennis ball machine at its nuts, bursting first one stone and then the other with grim satisfaction. \nShe went over to the dying creature and looked down at it, before sudden screeches notified her of even more of the wyverns being present. \nHurriedly, she began collecting the tennis balls for her next round of defense. \n\nJohn was stumbling through the Walmart dazed and bloodied. He had said his farewells to the mastiff woman, as she had opted to jump the fence outside the garden area, but he felt like he had to go check on the woman the wyvern had raped. The chainsaw was still in his paws, the heavy weight causing him to tire, but he kept it turned on, ready to defend himself. \nMost of the carnage was over, though he noticed yet another rape, but he did not feel up to the task of attacking another of the beasts. His body was aching and bleeding, and the wyvern’s taut muscles down its back and on its biceps intimidated the tired canine. Dripping with blood, he made it to the tiger woman and noticed with horror that the skin on her face had been drawn in like she was mummified. Squinting through the blood running into his eyes, he could see the rest of her body was similarly emaciated, although there was a hefty bulge in her stomach. \nSuddenly, he saw the naked fur be pushed against by two indentations, that gradually broke through the skin, to reveal the backwards facing horns of a baby wyvern. The blue-scaled creature was rearing its head back and pushing out of the dead woman's stomach in a gush of blood and gore, screeching weakly. It began to bite at the stomach flesh that held it back, and soon crawled out of the gory corpse on shaky legs. \nJohn nearly puked in horrified revulsion and was quick to stomp at the creature, which was about the size of a large cat, bringing his work boots down on its head again and again, breaking its horns but failing to kill it. \nIt fell on its side, and revealed a five inch member poking out from underneath, and the canine knew what to do. He aimed a savage kick into the small wyvern’s cock and then another one, before grinding the soles of his work boot in a determined fashion, causing the bruised meat to slowly become a pulp. \nSo engrossed was he in his task that he kept on for several minutes, until the wyvern's cock was thoroughly destroyed, pulpy black ichor sticking to his soles. After it made it last weak screeches of pain, he resolutely walked towards the exit, to get to his truck.\n\nDazed and confused, the dalmatian woman woke up to a horrendous noise, something akin to a nail against a blackboard but amplified a hundredfold. She looked with bleary eyes upwards, towards the noise, and gasped as she saw a claw poke through the steel of the roof of the SUV.\nScreaming with panic, she took a hold of the door handle, only to notice the other wyvern holding its head almost against the window, causing her to scream in terror from its malicious gaze. She scrambled around with fright and began to climb over to the passenger seat, not a moment too soon as the wyvern smashed its head through the window and snapped after her. She opened the door to run towards the entrance to the house, when the wyvern on the roof noticed her escape and jumped after her, catching her back and tackling her screaming to the ground. \nShe dragged herself forward, but it bit into her shoulder, crunching bone, and she felt it begin to tear at her jeans with its hind legs, raking the fabric off her legs in great tatters. \nSquealing tires could be heard above the wyvern's hissing and she suddenly felt hope when she heard her husband's voice.\n\"Not my wife, you scaly fuck!\" John shouted, running towards the open garage, pistol in hand. The wyvern going for his wife disregarded him and the other one pulled its body out of the car, where it had crawled halfway through, so that it could face him. \n\"Come get me, motherfucker!\" the canine shouted angrily, gazing down his sights, and the wyvern responded to his challenge by rearing up, exposing its throbbing two foot member, it’s glowing eyes narrowed in bestial rage. \nThree shots rang out, one impacting the cockhead, one in the base of the cock and one shattering a testicle, and the wyvern screeched out in pain and surprise from the loud noise and the injuries it received to its organ. The reptilian creature stumbled backwards and squirmed around like an injured feral animal, crashing into the work bench and dislodging tools in a cacophony of noise. \nJohn set his sights on the wyvern that was attempting to mount his wife, though it was still stymied by a stubborn remnant of her jeans that covered her backside like a pair of shorts. Calmly, the man walked over, sat the gun against one of its glowing eyes, and unloaded his magazine into the creature’s head. The wyvern was so shocked by the brain injury, that it did not relinquish its bite until every round in the magazine had been fired off, brain shot to pieces, and it gave a sort of a sigh as it let go, scrambled its hind legs aimlessly and fell down on its side.\nAnxiously, John pulled Daisey to her feet in a powerful hug, causing her to cry out in pain and he had to let go of her with concern on his features.\n\"Are you okay?\" He asked. \n\"No, I think it broke my shoulder,\" Daisey responded, rubbing the shoulder with her other paw. \n\"I'm so glad I made it in time, you won't believe what would have happened...\" John voice trailed off, and he closed his eyes in a scrounge, trying to dislodge the horrifying sight he had witnessed.\n\"So am I,\" the dalmatian muttered, looking at the carnage, the broken windows, the dead wyvern, purple blood and black ichor spattered everywhere, and the terrible sight of her husband's head wounds. \n\"Let's get in my truck and drive to my parents. I think their homestead is safer than here in the suburbs.\" the greatdane stated, pulling at his wife's paw. \nThey got into his truck, and John had a moment where he swooned a little from the blood loss from the deep injuries he had sustained on his head, causing him to grip the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, while he regained his bearings. \n\"Want me to drive?\" Daisey asked, causing him to snap out of it.\n\"With a broken shoulder?\" John responded, sitting upright again and steeling his gaze, \"Hell no, but maybe you could reload the magazine, I have a box of spare bullets in the glove compartment.\"\n\"With a broken shoulder?\" the dalmatian asked dryly.\n\"Ahh forget it, let's just drive, this old baby can probably crush any of those monsters,\" John said with a smile as he turned the ignition and put it into drive, V8 engine roaring as they sped down the road. The couple saw many broken windows, corpses scattered on the lawns, crashed cars and, occasionally, a dead wyvern, on their way out of the suburbs.\n\nBill was out in the back of the homestead, chopping firewood, when he heard his wife yell out. Keeping the long axe in his paw, he went towards the back porch and the door there, to get inside. \nThe sixty-something greatdane was pudgy, but moved with careful assurance of an outdoorsman, fat hiding sizable muscle. He went inside and called out, \"Martha? Martha, what's wrong?\" as he traversed the dining room and came into the living room. He could hear the woman sputtering gibberish out in the pantry, and he thought it maybe had something to do with all those spaceships the news had been up in arms about.\nThe grey-furred greatdane had thought of it as fake news to drive up the Space Program's budget, so said his favorite news host, but his wife had been engrossed in the story, hoping the visitors would prove to be kind people that would enlighten their civilization.\n[i]Yeah right,[/i] Bill thought wryly as he stepped through the door to the kitchen, where he could see the open door to the pantry. \n\"Martha?\" he called out, and the woman's whimpering made his hackles raise and his pulse shoot up. Warily, he stepped closer, and the first he saw was the long and blue tail of some reptilian monster that was lying on top of his wife, biting into her throat and [i]copulating[/i] with her. \n\"MARTHA!\" Bill shouted and hefted the axe for a heavy double-grip swing that arched downwards and struck the creature's tail, cutting half of it clean off in a gush of bright purple blood. \nThe wyvern screeched and pulled out and let go of Martha's throat, which gushed out red blood that pooled around her neck and head. \nBill tried for another swing, but the creature turned around surprisingly fast and rushed him, flapping its wings and raking at him with its hind legs. He managed to parry one rake, but took another on his left arm, and it scored deep gashes that bled freely and almost made him loose the grip on the axe. \nBacking slowly, panting in terror, he waved the axe back and forth in a threatening manner, keeping the monster at bay. He was headed for the living room, where his shotgun hung on display, always with two shells loaded into its barrels. However, the wyvern had other plans, and it rushed him by crawling on its wings towards him, barreling into his legs and causing him to fall. It then reared up to bite at his head, but he managed to get the axe handle in the way, grunting painfully as the much stronger creature bore down on him, slavering jaws trailing saliva that dripped on his face. \nA sudden crack rang out in the confined space, which Bill recognized as a gunshot. It glanced against the wyvern's thick scales and it hissed in anger at this new distraction. \nThere, in the door leading to the entry hall, stood his son, John, smoking pistol in his paws, and he aimed down the sights for another shot, which again glanced off thick scales. The attack was annoying enough for the wyvern to let go of the older man, and it screeched in challenge and turned to face the younger greatdane. He fired off several more shots, keeping them high to avoid hitting his dad lying on the floor, and they bounced off the tough scales to no effect. \nThe wyvern scrambled forwards on its wings and John was pushed off his feet with a yell.\nBill, meanwhile, was scrambling backwards and threw the axe to the side as he ran into the living room to retrieve his double-barrelled shotgun. He ran back with great huffs and puffs, loaded shotgun in hand, and was horrified to see the wyvern with its jaws latched around his son's face. The pistol was lying on the ground and the screams of his daughter-in-law filled the room as she kicked the creature ineffectively on its head. \n\"Daisey, get back!\" Bill shouted and sighted down the barrels to where the wyvern was obscuring his son with its body. A loud boom echoed in the room, causing his eardrums to nearly burst, and three hundred pellets of bird-shot tore into the back of the monster and stayed embedded, just half an inch inside, numerous small wounds beginning to ooze a bit of purple blood.\nThe wyvern screeched in pain and anger and let go of the greatdane's mangled head, turning to face its attacker. It stepped close and then reared up, some nine feet tall, and Bill now saw the bloody organ that had raped his wife up close. The foreskin-covered, blue, angular cockhead and the ridged draconic length filled him with revulsion and bright hot anger.\nHe shouted in pure rage and hefted the shotgun in a bayonet attack like he had been taught back in 'Nam, and plunged the weapon into the two foot draconic cock's wide urethral opening, before pulling the trigger. The wyvern too surprised to respond to the sudden charge.\nThe room exploded in another boom of noise, and this time Bill was sure that his eardrums were lost, but he smiled grimly as he saw the cock's utter disintegration in a huge spatter of purple blood and black ichor. \nFor the wyvern, the impact of three hundred small steel balls was felt in excruciating detail. It's alien brain registered first the blowout of hot gasses which burned its urethra all the way down to its testicles, before the steel balls tore through its flesh at twelve hundred feet per second, rending it, ripping it, tearing through its dark matter-metabolizing black organ and tearing it in a thousand pieces that exploded outwards. \nThe wyvern reared up and screeched loudly in pain, though Bill could barely hear it through the ringing noise in his ears, and then it promptly collapsed in a heap, shuddering and shaking, the tremors getting weaker and weaker until they finally stopped.\nAs the creature died, Bill rushed over to his son, who was coughing weakly and bleeding a lot, with Daisey sitting on her knees and petting his chin with her good paw. The skin on his face had been torn and ripped, but it seemed like his neck had been spared any damage, and the veteran moved back through the kitchen to check on his wife.\nThe bite wounds of her throat had been severe, and she had already bled out, causing the grey-furred greatdane to slump his shoulders and tears to fall down his weathered face. He knelt down and shuttered her eyes, trying not to look at the wide-eyed look of terror that was the last expression she had. \nHe then returned to his son and daughter-in-law, but not before going into the living room and pulling out his box of buckshot, loading his shotgun and cocking the hammers, ready to face any further incursions.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Wyverns from Outer Space

The scientists and the technicians in NASA's headquarter were an anthill of activity. Early warning meteor satellites had picked up a debris field of hundreds of thousands of asteroids heading straight for earth. It was the most important scientific event in decades, perhaps ever, and all staff were at hand, with plenty running around, holding clipboards, tablets and large phones, checking and double-checking their research and calculations.
"Ma'am, I don't understand, based on the calculations, all the objects are roughly the same size and weight and seemingly unaffected by each other's gravity," one border collie scientist said to head director.
"Maybe..." the poodle woman took a moment to think, "maybe they are not asteroids, but space ships?"
The people near them looked up with a gasp, no one had entertained that thought until now, and suddenly that anthill seemed to spill over as the activity doubled.

Meanwhile, in the asteroid belt between Jupiter and Mars, a gargantuan horde of wyverns were flying through space. Their species had evolved to metabolize dark matter and they could fly for light-years on end without having to eat or drink. One of the lead wyverns, some fifteen feet long from head to tail, craned its neck to look at its compatriots and screeched wordlessly into the vacuum of space. It took note of the eager looks on the reptilian heads of the other wyverns and screeched again. The wyvern took in the sights of its compatriots glowing eyes, each of them the same colour as their scales. Then it turned its short and muscular neck towards their destination, which could be picked out by their noses from dozens of light years away.
The smell of sentients.

John was panic-shopping in the local Walmart. Everyone else was too. Ever since the scientists at NASA had broken the news that unidentified alien spacecraft were headed towards earth, the whole world had turned upside down. Doomsday cults, rioting, hoarding of supplies. It was all to crazy for the greatdane fireman, who had chosen today, the day of The Arrival, to bring home whatever goods his household needed to last a couple of weeks.
His shopping cart was heavy, and it was hard to navigate it around the multitude of furs who had the same idea. John was fairly certain he heard gunshots coming from somewhere outside, and he sped up, his athletic body burning from the exercise of pushing the heavily-laden shopping cart.
He cursed when his phone buzzed, checked it, and took the call when he saw it was his wife.
"Hi, babe," John said.
"They are here!" Daisey's voice came through the phone, panicked and scared, "it's not flying saucers or spaceships. It's dragons!"
"What are you talking about?" John said, his face a frown of confusion.
"They have already landed. It's all over the news! They are, like, rampaging in several big cities. Murdering people. Get home as quickly as you can!" Daisey's voice trailed off, "Oh no. No no no no no. A couple just landed on the neighbor's lawn. I have to go."
"Daisey? Daisey!" John shouted at his phone as the call ended, before he looked at his heavily laden shopping cart, cursed, and left it in the aisle as he ran for the exit.
The throng of people grew closer, more stifled and more panicked, as more and more took calls from friends and family informing them of the situation, or read it on the news, or saw amateur footage of the carnage already uploaded to various social media sites. Only John's good physique allowed him to push through the people so that he could exit and he was glad he had left the shopping cart behind, anxious to be home as quickly as possible.
Suddenly screams could be heard from the entrance, beyond the cash-registers, followed by loud crashes and the splintering sounds of shattering glass. John stood still, as did the other furs, like deer in headlights, before loud flapping noises and dark shapes with glowing eyes heralded the arrival of the aliens.
Not dragons, John thought, having played a fair bit of D&D in his youth, Wyverns!

Back in their home, Daisey was panicking. The flying, reptilian creatures were landing everywhere in the suburbs where her house was located. On lawns, in the street, rooftops. A couple had broken through the door and window of the house across the road and terrified screams could be heard coming from within as they managed to crawl through with surprising flexibility.
The dalmatian was holding the largest kitchen knife in the house, but felt defenseless, as the scaly creatures were some ten feet tall when they reared up and screeched menacingly. She was peeking up over the window-sill, keeping a lookout, when a wyvern landed on her lawn.
She was morbidly curious, and kept peeking, and took a full measure of the creature. It's legs were powerfully muscled and longer than its torso, with a long and flexible tail that pointed her way. From its short torso, it was difficult to see where its thick neck began and the upper body ended. Its head and halfway down to its back was covered in a mane of bright blue hair which covered some of its scaly, dark blue skin. The underside of its tail that was whipping about and the backside of its legs going to its crotch was covered in off-white skin.
The creature was moving its head from side to side, seeking, and then turned around, giving Daisey a full view of its front. The colour of its scales running from the back of its tail all the way to the underside of its snout was pearly white. It also revealed its massive, bobbing erection and large nutsack. Some two feet of girthy meat, coloured blue, that was ridged draconically and ended in an angular cockhead that was halfway covered by foreskin. The nutsack as well was blue, and the organs stood out against the white scales of the wyvern’s stomach and crotch. Its member glistened wetly in the afternoon sun and the winged creature sat its horned wing-tips on the ground and began to crawl towards the dalmatian's house, short head obviously sniffing and having picked up her scent.
As the wyvern came closer, Daisey saw its head had two long horns growing from the base of its skull and pointing backwards while its short snout ended in a little horn a few inches long. In its small head, two light blue eyes shone balefully. She suddenly realized her predicament, having been engrossed in watching the strange creature, and cried out in terror, scrambling away from the window on her knees and elbows.
A loud crash and shattered glass flew through the room, some of it impacting the panicking canine, and she made it through the living room door, gripping the door sill to get up and entered the kitchen. Just behind her, loud scrapes could be heard as the wyvern crawled through the broken window.

Pete the NEET was sitting in front of his computer as usual. The thirty-something fat bear was wearing boxers and nothing else, feeling too hot in the summer weather. Using a free online service, he was watching the boxing match, where the reigning champion Roy Royson was defending his title against Julio Rodrigues in the MGM Grand Garden Arena. Pete felt some kind of familiarity with the champion, as he too was a bear, though wide and heavily muscled. The heavyweight contender was a tall rat, who had become famous for his speed and footwork, using retreating jabs to wear down his opponents.
Suddenly, the spectators began screaming, and the cameraman turned around, to film the sudden incursion of numerous reptilian, winged creatures. Pete instantly identified them as wyverns and watched with sick fascination as they tore into the crowd, ripping furs apart with their powerful jaws and eating them, while some of them wrestled down women and bore down on them with their long and throbbing draconic members.
The camera panned back to the two boxers and Julio was scrambling to get out, neatly jumping over the ropes and making it to the boxer's entrance with his retinue, while Roy Royson stood still, mouth open, flabbergasted by the attacking wyverns. The champion’s gaze then hardened and he frowned at the carnage.
A few police officers in the crowd drew their firearms, but the frantic and panicking furs were in their way and only a few shots were fired at the few wyverns who had taken flight and were flying in circles around the arena. The shots had little effect, except terrorizing the crowd further and their screams and wails were a cacophony of noise.
Pete was hyperventilating while he saw it all, he didn't watch the news and only played single player games, and knew nothing of The Arrival, as his only personal interactions were with his mother, and those conversations were always short and dripping with disappointment.
The camera moved over the crowd again and the bear could see that most of the wyverns were blue, though there were a few red, green and purple ones as well, all of them long-legged with short bodies that ended in thick and muscular necks and small heads sprouting horns. A deafening screech could be heard, causing Pete to lift his headphones away from his ears in pain, and the camera zoomed in on the largest of the wyverns, a blue one which was heavily muscled, as it dived down and landed inside the ring.
It stood up on its hind legs, proudly displaying its massive three foot member, and stood much taller than the boxer, standing about eleven feet from head to toe. The wyvern roared out its challenge, and Pete cheered when the champion squared his shoulders, gritted his teeth against the mouth-guard and put his boxing gloves in front of himself.

Roy had heard about the aliens, in passing, and disregarded the whole thing as nonsense. His focus had been on his training and the upcoming bout. He was in his prime, having defended his belt seven times, and knew he had to out-train and out-focus any contender to remain on the top. The scaly, reptilian creature in front of him had entered the ring on his fight night and he was furious. Roy locked eyes with the creature’s, which seemed to glow with its own inner blue light.
The bear stepped forward, peeking over his gloves, getting closer to the creature which offended him with its throbbing organ. It roared out and leaned forward, scrambled its wings against the canvas, and crawled towards him with surprising speed, mouth open to bite, dagger-like teeth ready to rend his flesh.
It was almost too easy, Roy thought, as he twisted his body, transferring the momentum into a powerful haymaker that struck the winged creature right on its lower jaw, knocking its thick head sideways and causing it to stumble so that he could step to the side of it.
His hand hurt like he had punched a brick wall, and he was glad he was wearing his gloves, putting up his guard again as the wyvern screeched in anger and resumed its attack, diving in for another bite attempt. This time, Roy responded with an uppercut, causing the wyvern to rear back its head and stand on its back legs, exposing its stomach.
For a second, the bear hesitated, still restricted by the rules he had trained under, but as he heard the terrified screams coming from the crowd, he resolved himself, and stepped in with a straight cross that impacted the wyvern's cock directly on its glistening head. Glove met dick and Roy punched through, squashing the cockhead against the wyvern's taut and muscular stomach. It screeched out in agony, striking across with the horned wingtip, but the champion ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding the eight inch horn impaling his skull.
Another opening presented itself, and he stepped in with a savage uppercut, right into the reptilian creature's nutsack. A warbled cry came from its throat and it was stunned for a second, and Roy speedbagged the dangling orbs, landing dozens of blows that caused the wyvern to become more and more paralyzed. His arm drew back for another savage uppercut, but the wyvern finally reared down to bite at him, so he side-stepped the attack and quickly delivered a  hook that rocked the creature sideways. The wyvern reared up, slightly groggy, and Roy came in with wide haymakers, left and right, smashing into its cock multiple times, causing the blue-coloured member to swell up and turn purple with bruising.
His shoulders ached, he was almost out of breath and sweat was dripping into his eyes from the intense combination. Roy pushed his body further, sank his legs down and aimed the hardest uppercut in his life, right gloved paw smashing into the wyvern's nutsack with such force that something almost snapped inside his wrist. However, the powerful blow also squashed both testicles simultaneously, ripping the skin and coating his glove with bright purple blood and thick semen and strange black goo that clung like tar.
The reptilian creature roared out in rage and pain and bit down at the champion, and only luck let him step back and avoid the powerful bite, delivering another hook that made it pull back. The wyvern was getting more sluggish, due to its injury, and it reared up and presented its massive, throbbing member and its burst nutsack to the boxer. Once again, he stepped in, letting his knees bend so that he could get maximum force out of an uppercut. He spat out his mouth-guard as he roared, and the glove impacted right over where the cock began, the fabric of the glove and the force of the uppercut causing the draconic skin to rip open. The ridges and the strange curvatures on the wyvern’s cock made it so that the uppercut, as it traveled further up, ripped even more of the cock open, revealing the black ichor that was stored within.
Shouting in pure fury, the champion began heavy punches that impacted the ripped-open penis and caused more and more of the black goo to spatter out. Even when his injured paw snapped in the wrist, he did not stop, every punch turning the battered member into pulp, causing the cock itself to slowly disintegrate.
The wyvern dived down for seemingly another attack, and Roy side-stepped with the accuracy of a champion boxer, delivering another hook that glanced off the horn that sprouted backwards from its head. However, despite the glancing blow, the reptilian creature fell down, impacting the canvas hard, breathing slowly and deeply, hissing weakly in pain.
Cradling his broken paw, Roy stepped back and noticed the pool of purple blood pulsing out in great gushes, as well as more of the sticky, tar-like substance, that came out of the wyvern’s genitals. He blinked at the sweat coming into his eyes and noted how the wyvern's breaths drew more laboured by the second before they stopped completely with an almost inaudible wheeze.

Pete cheered loudly, as did the crowd that hadn't run away, as the match had caused the carnage to stop while furs and wyverns alike watched the champion square off against the big wyvern. The other wyverns hissed loudly, something akin to jeers, but were outmatched by the thousands of furs who were pumping their fists and roaring with approval.
Suddenly, the atmosphere had changed from terror to combative, and the camera captured it all, as people in the crowd swarmed the outnumbered wyverns and began kicking and beating them, targeting the crotch like the undisputed champion Roy Royson had just shown them to do.
The fat bear got to his feet with a 'whoop!', tore off his headphones and exited his room to seek out his mother.
"Hey mom! You gotta watch this, an alien just go-" Pete stopped shouting excitedly when he suddenly noticed the desperate screams of pain and the hissing of a wyvern.
He peeked through the doorway leading to the living room, and a blue-coloured wyvern was in the process of raping his mom, jaws latched on to her ursine head to keep her in place, and pumping her viciously with its two foot cock.
The wyvern noticed his presence, glowing blue-eyes looking at an angle, and hissed possessively, ramming harder still, not afraid of the fat bear. Pete scrambled back to his room where his most priced possession was stored. Amidst countless shelves filled with anime figurines, mangas and game cases, stood a display cabinet with a katana inside. He had bought it after the early crypto days, when simply responding to questionnaires would yield bitcoins. He didn't use drugs and had no use for the funny money he stored away, but suddenly their value was several thousands of dollars and he had spent all of them on this authentic, Japanese blade.
Its familiar weight slid out of its scabbard with a satisfying hiss and thus armed he went towards the living room again. It was obvious that the wyvern was now nearing its climax, grunting ferally as it mated harder and harder, Pete's grey-furred mother whimpering and whining as she was battered by its massive member and the fat bear roared out his challenge and struck two-handed at the creatures neck.
The katana hit the hard scales and carved a deep gash, jolting Pete's arms, and he shouted in excitement, thinking he had made the killing blow. However, despite the hefty of amount of bright purple blood that spurted out, it did not seem to impair the wyvern, which screeched in rage of being interrupted near climax, and it pulled out of the pensioner woman with a sickening slurp that filled the room.
The wyvern reared up on its back legs and flapped its wings in challenge, blue-coloured member coated with blood, and Pete charged in, instinctively knowing he had to strike at its most sensitive point. Despite his size, he practiced with the katana several times a week, keeping the floor of his spacious room free of clutter so that he could weave his blade around in katas. Muscle-memory took over and he stepped in with a quick overhand cut, front knee complaining as he lunged, and the blade carved diagonally into the foreskin-covered angular cockhead of the dragon, severing a chunk of it from its body, as well as hitting the frenulum, circumcising the wyvern.
Purple blood spurted out, and the wound revealed the oozy black matter he had seen in the boxing ring, in a circle all around its urethra. The wyvern screeched in pain and took a step back, stumbling as it banged against the couch, and Pete struck again, this time with a cut that went from low to high, severing the long cock in two, causing the draconic flesh to impact the wooden floor with a thud.
Now the wyvern was panicking, more purple blood and black goo spurted out of its ruined member and Pete stepped in for the finishing blow, one paw on the base of the pommel, he thrust the katana and split the remainder of the cock open. Pete pushed hard and grunted as the guard finally met flesh and the heavy weight of the wyvern crashed into him as it collapsed from the impalement. The fat bear had difficulty breathing, but noted with satisfaction that the wyvern was breathing its last breaths, coughing weakly, its body weight became all the more heavier as life left its body and the crushing weight became unbearable.
However, his mother came over, bleeding profusely from the crotch and her head and she started to tug at the large creature, enabling Pete to squirm his elbows in and push off at the corpse. Huffing and wheezing from the exertion, he managed to crawl out from under the dead wyvern.
He scrambled to his feet, covered in purple blood and black ichor, and after catching his breath he took the old woman under her arm and guided her towards the hallway leading to their entrance door, anxious to get her to a hospital.

John was trapped in the middle of the panicking crowd in Walmart and had to fight for his life just to stay on his feet and not be trampled, which he witnessed happening to several other furs. The weight of the crowd carried him away from the entrance and people dispersed in various directions, fleeing aimlessly, some being pinned down by wyverns that swooped in for the kill, ripping off heads with their jaws or rending their backs open with their powerful, clawed hind legs.
The greatdane ran along an isle of canned and pickled goods when he came upon a most dreadful scene. A red wyvern was copulating with an unconscious tiger woman, who's head was bleeding slightly. The canine saw the heavy weight of the creature's cream ballsack impact the woman again and again in a most transfixing fashion. His head felt like it was watching a recording, detaching his mind from the gruesome and bloody rape, evidenced by the pool of the sanguine liquid that spread out around the woman's thighs.
His paralysis shattered when the creature stretched its neck upwards and screeched into the air, while its powerful hind legs pumped harshly and deeply into the unconscious feline, unloading the contents of its balls.
John looked to the side of the isle, and picked up a ten-pound jar of pickles, made a few running steps and threw as hard as he could. His high-school American Football training paid off and the heavy glass jar shattered against the head of the wyvern, covering it with brine and small cucumbers. It screeched in pain and confusion, and tore its member out of the woman, gooey and thick semen pouring out of her ruptured nethers. The greatdane yelp'ed and picked out another jar, throwing it hastily, and it sailed over the creature's head.
The wyvern was now dragging its body along the isle towards John and he ran in panic, cursing himself for leaving his pistol in the glove-box of his truck. He made it around the corner of the isle, angry screeches coming from behind him, and collided with another panicking costumer, knocking them both to the ground, each cursing profusely.
"It's coming!" John cried out as he scrambled to his feet, moving towards the fur, a mastiff woman, who was still on the ground and cursing in pain. The greatdane helped her up, just as the screeching wyvern came around the corner, and they both ran down the isle which was packed with baby items like diapers and formula.
A plan was formulating in his mind and he hoped to reach the gardening department for some tools for defense. The wyvern was catching up to them, though, and he looked back worryingly as the creature pulled itself along. John began to tear down baby supplies, big crates of formula, economy-sized bundles of diapers, and the tiger woman noted his action and did the same. They were practically pulling themselves along the aisle, much like the reptilian creature chasing them, and their efforts bore fruit, as it skittered and stumbled over the many items.
With the wyvern momentarily losing ground, John and the mastiff woman ran across a center isle, down towards the gardening section. The double-glass doors leading outside were shattered, and John almost fell as he slid in the small glass-shards, but persevered and made it into the garden section, which was under a glass roof with open sides.
The canine woman was unlucky and she cried out in pain as she stumbled and fell, the square-shaped safety glass luckily only cutting shallow cuts into her bare legs, though her flowery dress was torn.
John was running towards the garden tools section and he noticed a banner that said "try before you buy". He came to a display stand that would normally be manned and on it was a long and serious-looking chainsaw.
"Hail to the king, baby," John muttered with a crazy smile as he hefted the power tool, grabbed its pull-string and gave it a go. The chainsaw immediately sputtered into action with a cloud of grey smoke and he turned to face the door he had just climbed through.
The mastiff woman was on her feet, running towards him, and the wyvern was just climbing through the shattered glass, screeching, its motions more stalking now, like a cat nearing its prey. John shouted out and ran towards them, but the wyvern kicked off, flapped its wings and dove in for attack, impacting the woman with its mass and bringing her to the ground.
Dexterously, the reptilian creature used its hind legs to tear the woman's dress and underwear apart, and its blood-dripping erection was bobbing needily despite having just unloaded. It bit down on her head and enveloped her with its wings and began to prod with its member.
Then, John was at it and he roared as he pressed the lever that would make the chainsaw spin. It made a powerful noise as it rotated the chain links to high speed, and John struck it against the creature’s head. Chain link-teeth shattered as his aim was low and it bit into one of the horns growing backwards from its skull. John pressed harder, and the chainsaw tore through the thick bone with an awful burnt smell, before it cut it off and bit into the wyvern's thick scales that protected its small head.
It hissed and pulled back before it was grievously wounded and reared up on its hind legs with purple blood running down its head, forcing it to close an eye. Standing like this, John was capable of seeing the wyvern’s impressive and muscular physique, its taut and pearly white stomach which had a sixpack and bulging pectoral muscles. The greatdane ran forward against the eight feet tall monster and attacked it again, chainsaw buzzing noisily. It tried to deflect with its wing, which the spinning tool cut right through all the way to one of the wing bones, causing the wyvern to screech in pain and batter its wings powerfully, stepping back from the roaring canine.
Suddenly, it lunged, and John was too slow to react as the creature impacted him, taking him down on his back, with its wide jaws closing around his head. He cried out in pain as its sharp teeth bit into him, and said a silent prayer of safety for his wife, as he knew this was the end.
However, the canine woman had found a pitchfork and was diving in to help the greatdane, attacking the wyvern from behind. The sharp prongs cut into its hefty nutsack and she smiled in grim satisfaction as it let its jaws go of the man's head and turned to face her. The pitchfork was pulled out of her paws from the sudden force, and it remained embedded, having penetrated both of its stones and stuck there.
The wyvern stalked closer, but then roared in pain as its long tail was bit into by a heavily bleeding John, who almost managed to cut half-way through the limb with the chainsaw before the wyvern turned to face him and reared up, roaring in fury. Its blood-covered member was straight ahead, still pulsing with the need to breed, and John aimed for the offensive organ. He stepped in with a plunging cut, and the chainsaw bit in right at its urethral opening, before the turning of the teeth made it pull itself further inside by its own force, almost ripping the chainsaw out of his paws.
John grunted and controlled the plunge until the entire chainsaw was almost inside, purple blood and strange black ichor spewing out of the wound. He then roared in defiance of the invasive beast and pulled down, causing the rotating machinery to bite through and exit the wyvern's cock, splitting it half-open like a hot dog bun in a gush of blood and splatters of black ichor.
The wyvern screamed weakly in pain and it reared back and then stumbled over to its side, the trauma to its member causing it to go into shock. It shuddered and gasped as its life left its body, and John stepped on its bloody head, work-boot grinding into its tough skin, and aimed the chainsaw down to its throat, wanting to make sure to kill it.
"Hail to the king," he whispered, woozy with blood loss from the deep wounds on his face, and the buzzing became a roar as he plunged it into the wyvern's neck in a gush of purple blood.

Daisey was in the car in the garage, crying with fright. She had managed to fend off the wyvern by stabbing its cock with a kitchen knife and scrambled out of the back door of the kitchen. The big SUV parked there had felt like a bastion of safety, but she had been shocked by the four wyverns who stood in front of it when she opened the garage door remotely.
Now they were crawling inside the garage and she stomped the accelerator, reversing with whining back tires and slammed the car into the wyverns, who proved to be stronger and heavier than expected, the four of them together bracing and getting their strong necks under the backside of the car, lifting it off the ground, and causing the rear wheels to spin freely.
The dalmatian cried and shivered in fright as she put the car in drive and hit the accelerator again, but nothing happened except for the engine redlining before it choked itself out and shut off.
Screaming, Daisey reached for the door then reconsidered, before she turned the ignition off and on again, the engine luckily starting at once. The Wyverns sat down the car with a heavy thud and the rear window shattered as one of them rammed its head through the glass.
Putting the truck in reverse and looking back, only to see the slavering jaws of a red wyvern reaching inside through the rear window, the dalmatian stomped the gas pedal and the rear wheels instantly gained traction. The car sped up and the wyvern trying to crawl inside was pulled half under the car, one of the others crunching on the roof as it dug its claws in the metal there, another one got pulled underneath the SUV and the last one moving to the side of the driver's seat.
One unlucky wyvern felt time stretch out for eternity, as the large car drove over its cock which had come under the rear wheel. It screeched and felt every single inch from it’s ridged and foreskinned forehead, to the middle, almost all the way down to the base, being flattened and splattered on the concrete like some bug. It reared back, tearing off its cock in the process, and aimlessly flapped its wings as it made it outside to the lawn, and squirmed around maddened on the patch of grass there, bright purple blood and black ichor coming out of the wound where its cock used to be.
The car bumped and one of the rear wheels was lifted off the ground, making the whole vehicle wobble. Unbeknownst to the terrified woman, the other wyvern under the car had its cock trapped under the wheel and it screeched out in pain as the heavy weight pressed the huge member against its muscular stomach. Daisey tried pressing the accelerator again and the wheels spun, grinding against the reptilian creature's sensitive meat, until it was snagged by the wheel and was broken on the inside and pulled towards the car, under the wheel, squishing it against the wyvern’s plump nutsack.
A keening screech unlike anything she had ever heard made the dalmatian pause for a second, as did the other two wyverns, and then she shifted to drive and hit the throttle, causing the rear wheels to spin and grind against the wyvern's cock. Whining rubber met alien flesh and disintegrated it slowly, until the vehicle finally had enough traction to burst forward, surprising the woman and causing her to accelerate into the work table at the end of the garage, activating the airbags and knocking her unconscious.

In a suburbian sports center, Leanne was busy practicing with her tennis ratchet. The center had a couple small enclosures where a tennis ball firing machine could be used. The woman was some seven feet tall and the state champion. Draft horse by breed, she had a naturally wide body that gave her power and endurance. Every time the ball came flying at her, she screamed out and struck hard, mentally focusing on having the green ball fly to precisely into certain spots on the mesh net, mirroring a real match.
The machine ran out of balls, and she sighed with satisfaction, sweat dripping down her body. Two more rounds and she would consider herself done. She began collecting the many balls the net had been absorbing when she suddenly noted the noise of screams and cries coming from other areas in the sports center. Then a loud screech startled her, and something flew overhead, casting a dark shadow.
Leanne ran over to the entrance door, but was shocked when something large landed with a heavy thud. Some kind of blue and off-white skinned reptilian monster with wings and powerful hind legs. It reared up and she saw its baleful, glowing eyes, as well as its draconic two-and-a-half foot long, blue member which was bobbing in the air. The equine stumbled back in fright and the wyvern attacked the door, battering the mesh.
Looking around in panic, Leanne did the only thing she thought might help survive her encounter with the feral beast. She ran over to the tennis ball firing machine and loaded balls into it as quickly as possible, all the time looking back over her shoulders to note how far the wyvern was in tearing through.
It was now halfway done making a hole that would be big enough for it to crawl through, and Leanne went behind the machine and turned the power knob up to max, her panic causing her to twist it even further than it allowed, and the knob broke off. Shivering with fright, she hoped this did not mean the machine would not work, as she aimed it towards the wyvern which was crawling through the fencing now.
The first tennis ball whizzed out with a loud bang and impacted the creature squarely on its snout, barely causing it to flinch. Leanne aimed lower, and as it got inside and reared up in challenge, the machine spit out tennis ball after tennis ball that impacted it from its beefy pectoral muscles, down its taut six pack and finally a ball hit its throbbing and dangerous looking member.
It had been walking towards her slowly on its hind legs and was quite close when the tennis ball impacted the member, causing the creature to shut its glowing eyes and roar out in pain. Leanne gritted her teeth and focused all her shots on the wyvern’s cock. Each shot would force it to screech and step back, and she kept on firing even as it pressed itself against the mesh surrounding the training area. Ball after ball impacted the ridged, draconic cock. Squashing, bruising, eventually cutting it open as the skin was tenderized enough to be torn through.
The wyvern’s cock burst open in a spray of purple blood and nasty-looking black ichor, and it scratched its legs against the floor to get away, but could seemingly not make its body work as its organ was impacted again and again by the overcharged tennis balls. It wheezed and sat down, its member a bloody pulp of flayed flesh and gore, and Leanne aimed the tennis ball machine at its nuts, bursting first one stone and then the other with grim satisfaction.
She went over to the dying creature and looked down at it, before sudden screeches notified her of even more of the wyverns being present.
Hurriedly, she began collecting the tennis balls for her next round of defense.  

John was stumbling through the Walmart dazed and bloodied. He had said his farewells to the mastiff woman, as she had opted to jump the fence outside the garden area, but he felt like he had to go check on the woman the wyvern had raped. The chainsaw was still in his paws, the heavy weight causing him to tire, but he kept it turned on, ready to defend himself.
Most of the carnage was over, though he noticed yet another rape, but he did not feel up to the task of attacking another of the beasts. His body was aching and bleeding, and the wyvern’s taut muscles down its back and on its biceps intimidated the tired canine. Dripping with blood, he made it to the tiger woman and noticed with horror that the skin on her face had been drawn in like she was mummified. Squinting through the blood running into his eyes, he could see the rest of her body was similarly emaciated, although there was a hefty bulge in her stomach.
Suddenly, he saw the naked fur be pushed against by two indentations, that gradually broke through the skin, to reveal the backwards facing horns of a baby wyvern. The blue-scaled creature was rearing its head back and pushing out of the dead woman's stomach in a gush of blood and gore, screeching weakly. It began to bite at the stomach flesh that held it back, and soon crawled out of the gory corpse on shaky legs.
John nearly puked in horrified revulsion and was quick to stomp at the creature, which was about the size of a large cat, bringing his work boots down on its head again and again, breaking its horns but failing to kill it.
It fell on its side, and revealed a five inch member poking out from underneath, and the canine knew what to do. He aimed a savage kick into the small wyvern’s cock and then another one, before grinding the soles of his work boot in a determined fashion, causing the bruised meat to slowly become a pulp.
So engrossed was he in his task that he kept on for several minutes, until the wyvern's cock was thoroughly destroyed, pulpy black ichor sticking to his soles. After it made it last weak screeches of pain, he resolutely walked towards the exit, to get to his truck.

Dazed and confused, the dalmatian woman woke up to a horrendous noise, something akin to a nail against a blackboard but amplified a hundredfold. She looked with bleary eyes upwards, towards the noise, and gasped as she saw a claw poke through the steel of the roof of the SUV.
Screaming with panic, she took a hold of the door handle, only to notice the other wyvern holding its head almost against the window, causing her to scream in terror from its malicious gaze. She scrambled around with fright and began to climb over to the passenger seat, not a moment too soon as the wyvern smashed its head through the window and snapped after her. She opened the door to run towards the entrance to the house, when the wyvern on the roof noticed her escape and jumped after her, catching her back and tackling her screaming to the ground.
She dragged herself forward, but it bit into her shoulder, crunching bone, and she felt it begin to tear at her jeans with its hind legs, raking the fabric off her legs in great tatters.
Squealing tires could be heard above the wyvern's hissing and she suddenly felt hope when she heard her husband's voice.
"Not my wife, you scaly fuck!" John shouted, running towards the open garage, pistol in hand. The wyvern going for his wife disregarded him and the other one pulled its body out of the car, where it had crawled halfway through, so that it could face him.
"Come get me, motherfucker!" the canine shouted angrily, gazing down his sights, and the wyvern responded to his challenge by rearing up, exposing its throbbing two foot member, it’s glowing eyes narrowed in bestial rage.
Three shots rang out, one impacting the cockhead, one in the base of the cock and one shattering a testicle, and the wyvern screeched out in pain and surprise from the loud noise and the injuries it received to its organ. The reptilian creature stumbled backwards and squirmed around like an injured feral animal, crashing into the work bench and dislodging tools in a cacophony of noise.
John set his sights on the wyvern that was attempting to mount his wife, though it was still stymied by a stubborn remnant of her jeans that covered her backside like a pair of shorts. Calmly, the man walked over, sat the gun against one of its glowing eyes, and unloaded his magazine into the creature’s head. The wyvern was so shocked by the brain injury, that it did not relinquish its bite until every round in the magazine had been fired off, brain shot to pieces, and it gave a sort of a sigh as it let go, scrambled its hind legs aimlessly and fell down on its side.
Anxiously, John pulled Daisey to her feet in a powerful hug, causing her to cry out in pain and he had to let go of her with concern on his features.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"No, I think it broke my shoulder," Daisey responded, rubbing the shoulder with her other paw.
"I'm so glad I made it in time, you won't believe what would have happened..." John voice trailed off, and he closed his eyes in a scrounge, trying to dislodge the horrifying sight he had witnessed.
"So am I," the dalmatian muttered, looking at the carnage, the broken windows, the dead wyvern, purple blood and black ichor spattered everywhere, and the terrible sight of her husband's head wounds.
"Let's get in my truck and drive to my parents. I think their homestead is safer than here in the suburbs." the greatdane stated, pulling at his wife's paw.
They got into his truck, and John had a moment where he swooned a little from the blood loss from the deep injuries he had sustained on his head, causing him to grip the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, while he regained his bearings.
"Want me to drive?" Daisey asked, causing him to snap out of it.
"With a broken shoulder?" John responded, sitting upright again and steeling his gaze, "Hell no, but maybe you could reload the magazine, I have a box of spare bullets in the glove compartment."
"With a broken shoulder?" the dalmatian asked dryly.
"Ahh forget it, let's just drive, this old baby can probably crush any of those monsters," John said with a smile as he turned the ignition and put it into drive, V8 engine roaring as they sped down the road. The couple saw many broken windows, corpses scattered on the lawns, crashed cars and, occasionally, a dead wyvern, on their way out of the suburbs.

Bill was out in the back of the homestead, chopping firewood, when he heard his wife yell out. Keeping the long axe in his paw, he went towards the back porch and the door there, to get inside.
The sixty-something greatdane was pudgy, but moved with careful assurance of an outdoorsman, fat hiding sizable muscle. He went inside and called out, "Martha? Martha, what's wrong?" as he traversed the dining room and came into the living room. He could hear the woman sputtering gibberish out in the pantry, and he thought it maybe had something to do with all those spaceships the news had been up in arms about.
The grey-furred greatdane had thought of it as fake news to drive up the Space Program's budget, so said his favorite news host, but his wife had been engrossed in the story, hoping the visitors would prove to be kind people that would enlighten their civilization.
Yeah right, Bill thought wryly as he stepped through the door to the kitchen, where he could see the open door to the pantry.
"Martha?" he called out, and the woman's whimpering made his hackles raise and his pulse shoot up. Warily, he stepped closer, and the first he saw was the long and blue tail of some reptilian monster that was lying on top of his wife, biting into her throat and copulating with her.
"MARTHA!" Bill shouted and hefted the axe for a heavy double-grip swing that arched downwards and struck the creature's tail, cutting half of it clean off in a gush of bright purple blood.
The wyvern screeched and pulled out and let go of Martha's throat, which gushed out red blood that pooled around her neck and head.
Bill tried for another swing, but the creature turned around surprisingly fast and rushed him, flapping its wings and raking at him with its hind legs. He managed to parry one rake, but took another on his left arm, and it scored deep gashes that bled freely and almost made him loose the grip on the axe.
Backing slowly, panting in terror, he waved the axe back and forth in a threatening manner, keeping the monster at bay. He was headed for the living room, where his shotgun hung on display, always with two shells loaded into its barrels. However, the wyvern had other plans, and it rushed him by crawling on its wings towards him, barreling into his legs and causing him to fall. It then reared up to bite at his head, but he managed to get the axe handle in the way, grunting painfully as the much stronger creature bore down on him, slavering jaws trailing saliva that dripped on his face.
A sudden crack rang out in the confined space, which Bill recognized as a gunshot. It glanced against the wyvern's thick scales and it hissed in anger at this new distraction.
There, in the door leading to the entry hall, stood his son, John, smoking pistol in his paws, and he aimed down the sights for another shot, which again glanced off thick scales. The attack was annoying enough for the wyvern to let go of the older man, and it screeched in challenge and turned to face the younger greatdane. He fired off several more shots, keeping them high to avoid hitting his dad lying on the floor, and they bounced off the tough scales to no effect.
The wyvern scrambled forwards on its wings and John was pushed off his feet with a yell.
Bill, meanwhile, was scrambling backwards and threw the axe to the side as he ran into the living room to retrieve his double-barrelled shotgun. He ran back with great huffs and puffs, loaded shotgun in hand, and was horrified to see the wyvern with its jaws latched around his son's face. The pistol was lying on the ground and the screams of his daughter-in-law filled the room as she kicked the creature ineffectively on its head.
"Daisey, get back!" Bill shouted and sighted down the barrels to where the wyvern was obscuring his son with its body. A loud boom echoed in the room, causing his eardrums to nearly burst, and three hundred pellets of bird-shot tore into the back of the monster and stayed embedded, just half an inch inside, numerous small wounds beginning to ooze a bit of purple blood.
The wyvern screeched in pain and anger and let go of the greatdane's mangled head, turning to face its attacker. It stepped close and then reared up, some nine feet tall, and Bill now saw the bloody organ that had raped his wife up close. The foreskin-covered, blue, angular cockhead and the ridged draconic length filled him with revulsion and bright hot anger.
He shouted in pure rage and hefted the shotgun in a bayonet attack like he had been taught back in 'Nam, and plunged the weapon into the two foot draconic cock's wide urethral opening, before pulling the trigger. The wyvern too surprised to respond to the sudden charge.
The room exploded in another boom of noise, and this time Bill was sure that his eardrums were lost, but he smiled grimly as he saw the cock's utter disintegration in a huge spatter of purple blood and black ichor.
For the wyvern, the impact of three hundred small steel balls was felt in excruciating detail. It's alien brain registered first the blowout of hot gasses which burned its urethra all the way down to its testicles, before the steel balls tore through its flesh at twelve hundred feet per second, rending it, ripping it, tearing through its dark matter-metabolizing black organ and tearing it in a thousand pieces that exploded outwards.
The wyvern reared up and screeched loudly in pain, though Bill could barely hear it through the ringing noise in his ears, and then it promptly collapsed in a heap, shuddering and shaking, the tremors getting weaker and weaker until they finally stopped.
As the creature died, Bill rushed over to his son, who was coughing weakly and bleeding a lot, with Daisey sitting on her knees and petting his chin with her good paw. The skin on his face had been torn and ripped, but it seemed like his neck had been spared any damage, and the veteran moved back through the kitchen to check on his wife.
The bite wounds of her throat had been severe, and she had already bled out, causing the grey-furred greatdane to slump his shoulders and tears to fall down his weathered face. He knelt down and shuttered her eyes, trying not to look at the wide-eyed look of terror that was the last expression she had.
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