The barbed penis of the Sharpclaw tribe's leader thrust itself into the warm hole belonging to the blueish vixen female, the girl loling her tongue out as she gasped from pleasure while the large lizard fucked her again and again, each push into her pussy making her almost fall to the ground, her arms and knees already wobbly from the force he was providing her.

It had been the upteenth time King Scales had raped her that day, and even after all that time she still had a hard time believing his cock was that powerful, that dominating. She wanted it inside of her forever, but as a woman, she knew it was up to the men to decide what she truly wanted.

Scales came inside of her, filling the girl's cunt up with his seed as she felt every pulse of his dick fill her walls, relishing the final slap of his hips into her ass as he exited from her body, leaving the former Star Fox team member whimpering, wanting him to come back and give her body a purpose again.

The King of Sauria just stared down at her as the girl looked back at him with pleading eyes.

"I'm done with you right now, cunt."

The girl obediently nodded her head in understanding. "Of course, sir."

Scales pushed the girl from his throne and sent her tumbling down the stairs, almost in a comical fashion, his semen still oozing out of her vagina as she fell to the floor with a thud, with the guard quickly picking her up and escorting her back to her cage. Scales looked at his personal sex slave being brought out of his throne room as he rested his head on his fist.

As much as Scales hated to admit it, and he did, but he was bored. He had gotten everything he had wanted; he had conquered Sauria, eliminated the foolish King EarthWalker and enslaved the two bitch Queens in charge of the other two tribes on the planet, and unified the rest of the planet under his flag, forcing the populace to accept his rule or otherwise be destroyed.

It seemed like all of his challenges were gone. Fox McCloud, for how much of annoyance he proved to be, was still no match for the sheer might and strength of him and the rest of the Sharpclaw Tribe. He

was dead, buried in some random underwater tomb at the bottom of the ocean, with his team never being able to find him. That is, if his defenses didn't blast every scout ship they sent out of the sky.

Even the breaking of the sexy female teammate of his, Krystal, started to get old after a while. He had put her through ever method of sexual torture imaginable, from raping her himself to having his guards gangrape her, to having some members of the RedEye tribe almost kill her with their gigantic cocks. After a few months, her mind had been broken; she was now an obedient, stupid meat-holster for Scales and the rest of the tribe. But he was bored with her.

That got the new King of Sauria to thinking, sitting on his throne and waiting for his dick to go flacid, about what had gone wrong. He got everything he wanted, he finally conquered the planet and subjugated it's population, but something was missing.

"Squire!" he called out, making a smaller blue Sharpclaw male sitting just outside the door fumble his way in with a notepad.

"Y-yes, your Highness?" the smaller lizard asked sheepishly, trying not to look at his king's still semi-erect penis flopping around in his seat.

Scales got up off his throne and walked to a nearby window, overlooking the jungle beneath him from the luxurious palace he had built for himself since he had conquered the planet. "What are my subjects thoughts on me?"

Nervously, the blue dinosaur got closer. "W-well your Highness, you have a 100% approval rating according to the public polls we've-"

"I'm not talking about that propaganda bullshit, Squire. We force the people to approve of me. I'm talking about murmurs, whispers, the like."

The squire's eyes shrank and he gulped in fear. "Y-your Highness, I d-don't think-"

The King groaned as he turned around to look down at the squire from his perched position. "That's the problem with you stupid dinosaurs. You DON'T think. You do as you're told, and you do it well, but I want a kingdom, an empire of creatures who think like ME, not think because I tell them to."

The tinier lizard tried hiding his face in his arms. "I-I don't, ummmm…"

Scales sighed. "Whatever."

The larger patriarch walked back to his throne and slumped into the seat, looking defeated.

"I want a way to unite my people under a common goal, a common ideology, one where they aren't following me because they fear me, but because they think like me."

The squire looked down for a moment, thinking of what to say to his Majesty.

The squire gulped for a moment and stepped closer to his leader's throne as the king eyed the younger dino coming moving towards him.

"M-my liege, if I may speak…"

Scales sighed. "Go ahead."

The blue male relaxed a bit as he began gathering his thoughts. "Have you ever… wondered why Sauria was so split apart before you unified it?"

The king raised his eyebrow, intrigued at what his squire was going to say. "No. But continue."

The squire got closer to the king as he continued his explanation. "Well, every tribe on the planet shared a similarity, aside from our own. They're all physically, mentally, and technologically inferior to us, yes?"

Scales groaned. "Out with it boy, what are you getting at?"

Beads of sweat began appearing on the squire's face as he tried finishing up his lecture. "Well, I think there are two reasons why they're all so much worse than we are. They're all of an inferior race, obviously, but they're also ruled by… the weaker sex. A sex that our tribe doesn't possess."

The larger green tyrant began sitting up straight, his attention now on the smaller male explaining himself to his ruler.

"Us Sharpclaws have been reproducing asexually for eons, and only recently have we been able to grow, um, genitals. We never had females before in our species, and even now with our new… appendages, we can still produce more of our own without women."

Scales leaned forward, starting to become engrossed in what his subject was saying.

"The other tribes of the planet, they have females, they're RULED by females, and look at them before they were conquered; squabbling amongst themselves, trying to appease their women, the stronger, smarter men being forced to degrade themselves and their pride for their queens and wives… and now, they're ruled by you. No more wars, no more conflict. You've united them under one banner. Our own."

While Scales enjoyed his ego being stroked, the talk of the squire was strangely turning him on in a way he had never felt before.

"My liege… if we branch out our- YOUR empire… we can show the rest of the galaxy the error of their ways. We can show them what a race that doesn't have females prancing around doing whatever they want can do, what they can accomplish. We need to show them what happens when those female creatures begin seeing themselves on the same level as us males."

Scales looked down at the younger male, his own erection starting to pop out from his clothing, and laughed. The squire looked down at his bulge and blushed.

"I-I apologize, sire! I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright, squire. You were getting into your little speech. But to be honest, I was as well."

The squire looked back up at his king. "R-really?"

"Yes", Scales answered staunchly. "Perhaps before I was too blinded by my own boredom, but you're right. We're the most advanced tribe in the world, and we don't have women. The one woman we do have is a dumb, weak, obedient bitch, and our society had never been more intelligent then it has before. We stopped the endless fighting of the other tribes, also ruled by females, and enslaved them into an endless life of servitude for us."

Scales looked out at the window again from his seat, a new idea popping into his head. The Squire wondered what he was thinking.

"Squire, do we still have that Lylac and Venom army tech in the storage facilities?"

Startled at the sudden question, the squire nodded quickly. Scales grinned.

"I want you to call a planet-wide royal rally for tomorrow night. I have an announcement to make."

The squire nodded and scurried out of the room, leaving Scales to contemplate what he was going to do.

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The male members of the Sharpclaw Tribe stood outside of the palace balcony, waiting for their king to come out and make his grand announcement about the state of their kingdom. While waiting, the men of the capitol city occupied themselves with smaller sparring matches, practicing with swords and spears and betting on which powerful warriors could take the others down without killing them.

There were numerous different fights going on, with a colorful rainbow of fighters clashing at each other and jeering at their fellow brothers and sons to fight with all of their breath. As they were sparring, the large figure of their King walked out from his balcony and looked down at his rowdy, fighting subjects.
Smirking, he cleared his throat, and that alone seemed to somehow get the attention of the thousands of men below him, through the sounds of steel clashing with one another.

Scales put his hands on the balcony and stared down at his men, taking a breath and beginning to speak.

”My fellow Sharpclaws, I hope you have been enjoying yourselves with our newly found rule of the planet of Sauria!”

The crowd of Sharpclaws erupted and cheered as they all audibly praised their leader for earning them the planet they had been trying to take over for so long. As Scales looked at the crowd, he noticed the men and women of the other tribes wallowing in self-pity, behind the large swarms of Sharpclaws celebrating their victory against the other tribes. The sight made Scales a bit annoyed as he quieted down the other men.

”While I appreciate the enthusiasm, I must admit that the rest of the galaxy not being able to enjoy our superiority irritates me a tad.”

The Sharpclaw men below looked around at each other, confused at their King’s comment.

”For the longest time, I’ve attempted to conquer this planet through fear, through wanting the rest of the world being afraid of being against me. And now that I’ve taken Sauria over, I have want I wanted. Rule through fear.”

Some of the other Sharpclaws cheered but were immediately silenced by the lack of applause from the other men.

“I no longer want to live through fear; I want to live through respect, through knowledge. Knowledge of our superiority, our superiority as Sharpclaws…”

Scales looked out at the other tribal males behind his own men.

”…and as men.“

The males of the Earthwalkers, Cloudrunners, and other smaller tribes looked at the ruler of the planet, their ears perked up at what he was saying, while their wives and daughters all looked at their male friends and family with confusion and fear, murmurs starting to come from the non-Sharpclaw slave population.

“I want to unite this planet under two ideas, two ideas that may seem controversial at first, but will soon enough be seen as what is true, and what is right in not just our world, but the whole galaxy.”

The Sharpclaw and non-Sharpclaw men all inched forward to get closer to their king, with the women behind them, fearful of what he was talking about.

”This planet was in ruins, chaos, and warfare, not just because it wasn’t ruled by us… but because it was ruled by women.”

Scales said the last word with venom in his tone, eliciting a slight aroused reaction from some of the men at the sound.

”Women are the reason for this planet’s problems, it’s woes, it’s troubles. Us Sharpclaws? We never had women. We were blessed by the ability to produce our species without them. And look at us; we’re the most technolo advanced race on the planet. We’ve conquered everything, have built grand cities and

towns, temples and villages, and all without the toxic influence of the female sex in our way.”

The talking from the crowd got louder as they all wondered what their leader was getting at.

”Sharpclaws are superior to all others, and males are superior to females. These are the two ideals I want the galaxy, no, the universe to come to terms with, to save them from the evils and incompetence of the female species. Because that is what they are. A disgusting, inferior species, using their bodies to manipulate and control the true rulers of nature, the true superiors of them; men.”

The other tribal women began nagging at their husbands and sons to leave, but the speech the king was giving had them entranced, as it did the Sharpclaw men, now staring at the women behind them with a mix of hunger and anger. Scales had them hooked, and he knew it.

”From this point on, I will be abolishing slavery of all non-Sharpclaws.”

The crowd erupted in confusion as the Sharpclaws wondered what their kind was doing while the other tribe members reacted with a mix of shock, happiness and relief, completely ignoring what he had just been taking about. Men and women began hugging each other, kissing and crying tears of joy while the Sharpclaw warriors looked at the other tribe members with hatred in their eyes, screaming at them to stop their celebrating. Before a riot could erupt, Scales silenced the crowd by putting his palm up.

”Under the condition”, he said with a slight smirk and a semi-hard erection, “that the males agree to the females of all tribes being enslaved.”

The celebrations of the slave populace stopped as sons and daughters began looking at mothers and fathers, scared shitless at what the king was implying. The Sharpclaws looked amused again.

”If the men not belonging to my tribe offer their female friends and family to my men, you will be let go. You will join my army, and we will conquer the rest of the galaxy together, showing every other species, every other planet, why our way is superior, why the Sharpclaws are at the top of the food chain, and why the females in existence are nothing but a regressive nuisance.“

The entire crowd seemed to be watching one another intently, waiting for someone to strike.

”So…” Scales paused. “What will it be?”

The non-Sharpclaw men and women looked at one another, tears in their eyes, looking at their children and at the Sharpclaw men wondering what they were going to do. To Scales’ surprise, none of the men gave up their women. They didn’t attack them, or push them towards his own soldiers. They all defiantly stood together, hands held with each other’s and even some hugging with one another, comforting themselves to see what happens next.

The Sharpclaws looked displeased, as did Scales. He needed to punish them.

“Very well”, Scales said with a dissapointed look on his face, “I’ll have to punish you then.“

He looked down at the Sharpclaw tribe, looking up at him with anticipation growing.

”Sharpclaws… restrain them.”

With that simple command, the massive army of Sharpclaw males lunged at the men and women of the other tribes, grabbing the arms of the men and tearing the rags of clothes off of the women. Many of the men were forced to watch as their wives, daughters, sisters, and mothers were brutally raped and assaulted in front of them, their rough lizard skin being exposed to the sunlight as the large Sharpclaw dicks began piercing their insides, violently entering their pussies and making them scream in terror and pain.

”NO, NO!”

”STOP, PLEASE, IT HURTS!”

”AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

”GET OFF OF ME! PLEASE, NO!”

All around the courtyard underneath the balcony, women were being slapped, punched, raped and abused, the Sharpclaw men enjoying themselves as they all shoved their meaty spears inside of the mouths, cunts, and assholes or the inferior gender and races. The men were forced to stare at the violent gang rapes, their own cocks growing in size against their will as they watched their women being attacked and violated while their arms and legs were held down.

”NO, PLEASE, LET HER GO!”

”Get off of her!”

”Mommy, mommy!”

Shlicking sounds and screaming filled the air as the entire royal courtyard became a scene of violent debauchery, cocks going in and out of pussies and anuses, shouts and yelps filling the ears of the Sharpclaws like beautiful music.

Even the larger dinosaurs were subjected to painful penetrations by some members of the RedEye tribe, their barbed, gigantic weiners stabbing the guts of the larger Earthwalker females. Even the Cloudwalker girls attempted to fly away, even after having their wings plucked and burned, only to fall to the ground and be viscously assaulted by a pack of wild lizard men, their cocks at full mast immediately raping the poor females.

It seemed to go on for what felt like hours, even days, with the women being fucked and rutted and the men forced agonizingly to watch. Scales himself was hard as a rock, with his foxy slave girl coming to his aid, sucking him off as he stared out at the balcony, appreciating the empire he was going to build.

The gurgling and slurping sounds of Krystal filled his ears as he looked up at the stars, wondering what he was going to do with them when they belonged to him.