Flying in a holding pattern, above the islands of the southern seas was an enormous airliner, a Boeing 747 thrumming through the clouds.  250 feet long, a wingpsan of 220 each, and a prodigious weight of 600,000 pounds.  Gallus kept search of the enemy, a dreadsome inferior species who had long since plagued the world for too long.
In the Age of Dires, where mechanical sapience had taken over the world, they took supremacy of the skies as he saw other trails drifting past.  The scent of fellow dires fumed the air as he scanned the islands beneath, a sonar pinging off in his head.
The Boeing was a beautiful beast, long and white with a thick blue strip along his side and dangling tentacled arms hanging off the undercarriage.  His eyes formed the cockpit window, large clear pupils reflecting the sky with his bulbous snout splitting into a wide terrible grin.
	"Oh, something pinging!  Odd pair of wings, flapping at forty-six oscillate...ohhhh, there you fuckers are."
Veering left to circle downwards, Gallus kept track of the odd shifting in the air of some unknown fiend, a verminous rat that made him shiver with excitement as a bulging growth formed in his docking bay.  The entirety of his insides were a far cry from the first machines, what once had been passenger seats and luggage holds were now full of synthetic organs, a monstrous black amalgamate of writhing organs that sang with binary shivers.
A small seemingly empty island that was nothing more than a cragged peak, would be missed by most.  But Gallus thought otherwise and hovered down further to see a cave.  His sensors peaked with the odd whiff of something foul as his smile grew, like sharks smelling blood.
The island was very much like an iceberg, in that only 1/10th of it was above the surface.  Far below was an entire complex, a deep wondrous cavern full of tunnels where dragons slept and lived.  Through marketplaces that resembled ruins, and houses that were simply smaller caves spread out across stony plazas, the quadrupeds survived as best they could since the Age of Dires began.
In one small home, a black dragon family were putting up a cloth on the carved table, with a giant cockroach as dinner for later.  The father was burning the roach carefully to season it, whilst the mother dabbled salt and pepper across it as the son rolled his eyes.
	"Ugh, roach again?"
	"It's all I could find today," said the father, "I did try to find buggaboos."
	"Mmmm, I just hate how crunchy they are."
	"Better than starving," the mother wagged her finger, "now go help your little sister."
	"Can I go see Arden after dinner?"
	"Mmm, alright. dear," she kissed her son's head, "you've been very helpful cleaning up today."
The young dragon beamed with glimmering fangs as he went to his sister, a hatchling puffing her snout and making sparks of tiny flames.  The brother tried to teach her the proper posture for breathing fire, a sturdy belch from inhaling the lungs as the smaller drake squeaked a smoky cough.
Dinner was served as they all sat together, crunching down on the legs and carapace of the burnt roach.  The hustle and bustle outside their carved windows gave them some sense of solitude, the lamps across the underground city keeping on at all times.
	"Mother?" the boy chewed on a leg.  "You think we'll ever see the sun again?"
	"I'm sure we will," she lied with practiced smile, "one day, when the skies are safe."
	"When will that be?"
	"We'll tell you as soon as we know," said the father nodding, "eat up your leg, then you can play over at Arden's."
	"Okay!"
Crunching his way through the vermin limb, the son finished his food and raced down the street, almost flapping his wings in excitement as he flew through the cavernous plaza.  Both parents drooped as they kept eating, the mother feeding her child with one leg cradling her to push bits of meat in her jaws.
	"Look at her," she sighed, "first of our family born in darkness.  She might never know what the sun is."
	"Don't talk like that," the father shook his head, "we'll be in the skies again-"
	"Stop.  I know we're losing.  I hear the stories, everyone does, that's why we're in a cavern under the sea."
	"If we don't have hope, even if it's a false hope, how else can we live?"
	"I just don't want to live a lie," the mother stroked her hatchling's head, "better we accept it than agonise over a future that never comes."
	"I don't agree with that," the husband snorted crunching his meal, "let's not do this today, when there's a public meeting we can talk there."
	"Alright...come on sweetie."
	"MMMH!" the child pulled from the roach meat.
	"Silya please, be good for mummy."
	"NNNN, NYEH!"
The baby pushed all four paws out as the mother sighed trying her best to convince the infant how delicious the bug was.  Eventually after seeing the mom eat enough, she became more eager and crunched it between her little teeth.  After dinner the hatchling became tired, with a full belly as the mother put her in a creche made from straw.
She would not have long to rest when the world shook with a start, awakening little Silya with a whimpering cry.  The mother hurried to her as the father looked outside, seeing the roof start to shudder as other dragons quickly vacated the streets.
	"Oh gods, another earthquake!?" gasped the wife.
	"But it's not the season," he muttered, "this can't be!  The seismologists said it wouldn't happen for another three months!"
	"They could be wrong!"
	"They very much are NEVER wrong, this is something else!  I'm going to get Devlin, hold tight!"
	"Be careful!"
The rumbling shudder grew as dragons fled to their homes, the father rushing to his son's friend's home between other drakes who flew in a start.  The seismologists were frantic, long bearded dragons who cried out to their neighbours to run and hide, calling of unnatural disturbances.  Finally, the father reached the house down the street and called out for his son.
	"Devlin, hurry home!"
	"But, father!"
	"Come back now, there's something happening!"
His voice beckoned the young black drake to hurry back, the two running home before they were stopped by a proud red drake in armoured helm.
	"Tarm, come with me!"
	"Sir!" the father saluted.  "What's happening?"
	"We're mustering a force, code crimson."
	"I...alright."  He knelt down to his son.  "Devlin, go home and tell your mother to hide the bread."
	"Wh-what?" the boy gasped.  "But father, aren't you-"
	"I have some duties, it's very important and also incredibly boring, but fear not, I will be home soon.  Now go."
	"Uh...o-okay."
Devlin hurried back with the message as Tarm stepped up to his commander, the two adults heading off to join a larger group of armed dragons who rushed for the entrance.  High above the underground city, a small corridor led towards the exit.  Tarm had not seen the outside world for years, his eyes misting over from the brief taste of the sea.
But now something was lurking, a large dreadful shadow that was blocking the entrance and pinging something off the sonar in its metal synthetic skull.  Gallus bent down with his cockpit staring into the depths, shining a light from his maw to peer across the rows of stalagmites.
	"I can smell you," the dire chuckled, "I can hear your filthy wings flapping in the dark, like the vermin you all are.  You know what you flying rats do to me?  You make me hard.  Make me wanna fuck you to ruin.  Just like we did to the rest of your worthless kind."
A shuddering purr of his engines filled the hall as the dragons trembled in disgust.  The airliner licked his metal teeth, sharp glinting swords that teased the dragons with their coming death as they quivered behind rocks waiting for the chance.  With a signal the dragons lunged, armed with spears in their front claws to stab for the cockpit as the Boeing pulled back with a mocking laugh.
	"HAH, awwww that's cute, you think you can even scratch me?!  Well since you're all here, why not welcome your superior?!"
Lifting himself up the dire stood on his landing wheels, his giant wings wrapping round the mountain with a rubbery flex as his cargo bay opened.  Or rather, it flexed apart like a bulbous slit to unleash a long dreadful tether of a pure synthetic shaft.  Oils started to drip down his prodigious length, the dragons staring in horror upon the obelisk that grew even further.
	"Better run," said Gallus pulling back, "this runway's mine, you little fucks."
	"BACK, BACK, RETREAT, GET OUT!"
The army dashed back into the depths as the dire shoved his massive cock into the cave.  The rock split open, stalagmites tore off their roots as half of the beasts were swept up by the invading meat.  It crawled like a giant worm, twisting through to grow larger as Gallus would start thrusting against the cave.
The ceiling shook with furious lust, the dragons bashed aside by the brutal shaft to be smeared across the walls, the cracking of wings and bone that turned to dust under the writhing length.  Gallus didn't even feel their bodies mangled underneath, his torpid meat scraping their bodies to drag over the walls until they resembled muddy cave paintings.
Wings were dismembered with nary a shriek, hearts crushed inside ribs and smothered over with pre that wiped their faces and buried them in ooze, a dark drooling substance.  Boulders began to fall on the city as soldiers hurried to the streets, ordering other dragons home who dallied too long.
	"GET INSIDE, HIDE UNDER YOUR SHELTERS!"
	"WHAT'S HAPPENING, HAVE THEY FOUND US?!"
	"OH GODS, OH GODS PLEASE NOT NOW!"
Those who had not yet returned home would risk death from the falling roof, stalactites crushing down on heads and snapping wings as drakes would scream and howl.  Soldiers tried to free them, but the rumbling of the mountain grew, and even they were at risk from stray rocks crunching their skulls.
Gallus shuddered from the tightness of the cave, panting as his cock grew even longer when it burst through the stony hall and reached above the settlement.  All the dragons watched in fright as the pendulous shaft loomed across the square, all 130 feet of the dark glossy member that slapped more boulders down and whacked stalactites to send hurtling down like stony daggers.
	"MMMMPH, ohhh fuck just like you filthy rats to go scurrying around in the dirt when you can't fly anymore.  Good, it's where you shits belong!"
His precum started to thicken, dropping across houses to splash thick oily liquids that dragons slipped upon, and gasped coughing when they were drenched in the slime.  The soldiers regathered and flew towards the beast, armed with swords, claws, spears and teeth to attack the deadly penis.
The dragons dodged and swerved in flighty loops, stabbing for the member that seemed to curve with a mind of its own and slap down more of the inferior beasts.  Soldiers would fall one after another, the lucky few managing to get a cut or thrust upon the beastly member but doing little to push it back.  Gallus shuddered through his body at the ticklish little stabs, panting as he dripped faster and thicker.
	"Mmmmhmhmhmh, ohhh fuck you're really gunning for it huh you little bitches?!  Well, better keep it up, the longer you hold out, the harder I fucking GET!"
He slammed his undercarriage hard against the cave entrance, his entire weight causing the mountain to shift which brought even more destruction underneath as walls would collapse on top of homes.  Dragons screamed hiding in their hovels which slanted like dominoes, crushing hundreds in the first minutes of Gallus' quickening pace.
The army tried everything, stabbing, burning, carving against the dreaded shaft but it was impossible.  Its armour was too thick with a slender force that made it snap like a whip to repel their attacks, shattering the ribs of any that came too close.  Corpses fell out of the sky with whistling songs, as children watched their mothers, fathers and grandparents crack their skulls and collide into walls.
Cries of sorrow filled the underground as a group of dragons stared towards the cave exit.  A desperation grew with one green drake shouting above the rest to follow him, as Tarm noticed their attempted escape.
	"WHAT, NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
	"GETTING OUT BEFORE WE'RE ALL CRUSHED!"
	"NO YOU FOOLS, THE DIRES ARE OUT THERE, YOU'LL SUFFER WORSE OUT THERE!"
	"I'M NOT GONNA DIE UNDERGROUND LIKE A FILTHY RAT!"
Some of the soldiers hurried down to try and stop the fleeing citizens, a mixed gaggle of families who had carried each other off and stormed towards the base of the dreaded shaft.  Gallus kept thrusting, writhing his meat against the tight stone entrance despite the army's best offence.  Spears tickled him, claws and swords barely scratched his throbbing girth but he soon felt something different.
The cluster of fleeing dragons tried to swerve underneath the torpid steel-flesh.  Few of the more bold and reckless beasts dove for the smallest crack to the outside world, the light shimmering across their faces to blind them with rich promise.  Instead it was heaven, when the drakes were suddenly caught, crushed and eventually twisted by the powerful flex of Gallus' spear.
	"NNNNGH!" the dire plane gasped.  "Haaaah, o-ohhh FUCK you little bastards trying to escape?!  Hah, hahaha that's cute, thinking you fucking deserve to be outside, or in the sky ever again!"
Screams came out ringing through the air, much to the Boeing's pleasure as he sputtered thicker goo across the cavern.  The desperate dragons trying to push through ended up being crushed and smeared against their families, the long powerful pillar scraping into the walls and flensing the refugees into pieces of bone and gristle.
Their cries of anguish were soon replaced with popping bones, their limbs and skulls cracking like eggs to run thicker streams of red hotly across the brutal shaft as Gallus trembled in ecstasy.  All whilst the dragons still fighting him would watch and lament, with desperate cries of furious rage as they lunged striking the obelisk of death.
But their sacrifice was in vain, as every dragon who came close with blistering tears was soon smacked down, crunched against the walls or impaled upon stalagmites.  Ribs shattered open like falling plates, wings mangled to snap free in shards across the cavern, and when the last dozen soldiers remained, they fled in regret.
	"RETREAT, GET BACK TO YOUR FAMILIES!"
	"BUT, SIR, THE ROOF IS FALLING!"
	"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN, IF WE HAVE TO BURROW DEEPER THEN SO BE IT!"
Flying back to their homesteads and reuniting with families, the dragons tried to gather what few belongings they had and hurried out towards the shelters.  With the great collapse of the roof now imminent, Tarm grabbed his wife and two children.
	"WE HAVE TO GO, TO THE SHELTER!"
	"WHAT, BUT, ISA, SHE-"
	"NO, THE ROOF IS FALLING, HURRY!"
	"F-FATHER, WAIT!"
Pulled by their limbs the family ran through the plaza, the bombing of stalactites crushing houses and other drakes fleeing.  Devlin called out to his friend Arden, a small blue dragon who was chasing after his mother.  He fell against a rock, twisting his back leg with a shriek and began hobbling in panic to catch up with the rest.
Devlin saw a shadow growing above him, and dove towards his friend in a desperate scream.  His mother shrieked louder, and despite the brave efforts of the young drake, both would be crushed by a thick chunk of stone snapping from the roof.
	"DEVLIN, NOOOOO!"
Dragging his tearful wife away, Tarm struggled to hold back his own as his youngest child screamed.  Clutched in their arms, Isa bawled from her pudgy face as dragons struggled to reach the shelter in the deepest part of the cave.  Those who did not reach it were already dead, the plaza now littered with bodies and the houses crumbling beyond repair.
Corpses were left mangled beneath the devastation, the pounding force of the Boeing's hips bringing most of the ceiling upon the city.  Nothing would remain by the time he would cum, a tremendous blast of thick silvery seed.
	"HA-AAAAGH, NNNNNGH!  FUCK YES, FUCKING DROWN IN MY JIZZ YOU FILTHY FUCKING RATS!"
Sputtering with enormous ropes of thick oily semen, the dire panted grappling the mountainside with his wings as his scream sounded like a jet engine.  His cock throbbed to crack the cavern entrance as the broken bodies grinded against his length, turning the dragons to dust as skulls and femurs rolled out into the sea.
With bone ash smearing around his base, the ruthless plane painted across the walls with hot sprays of searing fluid, a flood of molten silver that washed through the city.  The bodies were swept away, some dismembered by the force of his orgasm that punched holes through houses and boulders.  Soon the entire square was submerged in semen, a caustic oil lake that the corpses of dragons drifted through.
	"D-devlin...o-oh...ohh Devlin," sobbed the black dragoness.
	"I know...I...he was a brave boy," Tarm patted her.  "We'll honour him."
	"Those...miserable bastard dires, why can't they let us live?!  It's not enough we can't share the same skies but not even the same world?!"
	"I know...I know."
They looked upon their remaining child, the small orb-shaped Isa starting to calm herself with a gentle coo in the dim light.  The shelter was a large subterranean hall with supplies kept in safety, lamps flickering on by the puffing of flame breaths to show at least 600 dragons.  Not that they knew this, not having enough time to count who among their 3000 were left.
	"I hear...water?" gasped Tarm.  "What...did that thing flood our home with the sea?"
	"We'll dig deeper," said a red dragon in armour, "it's all we can do, hope we can hide far enough they cannot find us."
Someone shushed the other dragons as they heard the faint trickling of water.  Trembling sounds amongst the infants rang in their ears as the trickle turned louder, something pushing against the door to the shelter.  A great terrible pressure was felt by everyone when the stone buckled with slivers of silver pushing through.
The last of the dragons throught they were safe in the shelter.  But they were wrong, when the floodgates opened and washed them in a great orgasmic depth.  Spinning through the silver ooze they struggled to climb out of the shelter, fearing it would become their watery grave as Tarm and his wife frantically paddled towards the exit carrying Isa on their backs.
Gasping screams became gargling moans as drakes drowned in numbers, the thick glue of cum trapping their wings as they splashed and choked.  But even worse was something lurking beneath, a terrible shudder creeping past their legs.  Tarm saw his wife suddenly pulled under, and he dove down to try and free her from the last gift of Gallus' supremacy.
The dires in their synthetic evolution had perfected the true purpose of all creatures.  To breed and continue their lines, as the dragons watched hundreds upon hundreds of thick grey bulbous spermatozoa, wriggling through the murk with long sinuous heads and vicious tails.  Each one of them was the size of a newborn hatchling.
To the horror of the last dragons, they watched the sperm wrap their tails round their brothers and sisters, pulling them down before they would violate them.  Their heads wriggled with instinctive lust, pushing hard into every hole they could reach as wombs were bred, anal tunnels ruined and throats suffocated.
Tarm would see his wife among them, pinned down by two sperm cells that fucked into her womb and ass, tearing her cunt open as bglood trickled out into a thick vapour of red.  Her screams bubbled out against the goo, the thick silvery heads pushing deeper within as she spread her legs forcefully.
Her husband tried to swim over and wrench them free, but their tails made of metal would slice his arms and force him back.  He was pinned down by another duo, who shoved their way into his rear and gaped it brutally open.  Howling screams bubbled from his throat as he suffocated, his anal walls ripped asunder, stretched ever wider and wider as he was forced to watch Gallus' seed rape his wife.
His only fortune was he could not see the same done to his child.  Little Isa kicked and screamed, struggling to kick her little feet and flap her pudgy wings, panting cries that were muffled until one thick sperm cell would push her to the wall.  She watched in fright and confusion when it squirmed its huge head against her tiny pussy, a head the size of her body as her screeches caused ripples through the cum.
Her body was lost in a crimson mist, her baby cunt ripped open with such brutal ease that her flesh felt like wet paper.  Her hips snapped apart and her legs dangled useless in the jizz, sobbing cries turning weaker as the beastly sperm twisted its head deep into her fresh virgin womb.  Blind and dumb, the invading cell shredded her walls and punched the womb straight through.
Isa's body turned thick with the crawling invader, violating her dying body as her eyes glazed over and the last flickering streams of her breath bubbled out.  Her mother would die a few minutes after, meeting the same fate as her husband did of being savagely bred beneath the murk, drowning in the dire's lust.
	"Mmmmmph," the plane sighed with his last spurts, "there...sonar's gone dead.  Just like the rest of you."
He pulled out with a thick shlorp of his monstrous meat, slathering the length of the cavern and popping free from the entrance in one powerful spurt that drenched the mountain.
	"Fuck yes...alright.  Time to report to base.  One less colony of rats left alive, or maybe even the last.  Not that I care."
Pushing himself away, Gallus took flight to the air with his pulsing shaft dripping down across the sea.  The bones of the dragons pulled out behind his length, scattering bones on the water as the Boeing flew back to his homebase.  The world was a little quieter, emptier, and purer, without that verminous race scurrying beneath.  And none of the records would show what truly became of them.