"Doctor?"
The voice from the door made him turn as he smiled.
	"Ahhh Fyrre, did you find me that ethylene?"
	"Y-yes Doctor!"
Pushing the door open was a black feral dragon around 3 feet tall, silver horns and golden eyes that stood from his smoke-coloured scales with wings carefully splayed above his back to balance a tray of jars he moved through.  The raptor scientist was busy tweaking the large metallic ring, setting stones with a socket wrench before moving back to the computer which beeped with recognition.
	"Yeeees perfect, dimeria matrix is online!"
	"Great!" the dragon slid his tray onto the table.  "How many other planets you found?"
	"Ohhhh a few," the raptor grinned with his goggles reflecting the screen, "just had a few hiccups but overall I think we have a starting thesis!"
	"I'm glad to hear!"  Fyrre sat on the floor with his collar jangling round his neck.  "Need anything else, Doctor?"
	"Not at the moment, I'm about to start the experiment soon so I'll put a notice on the door for when I do-OH, yes actually just one little thing."
	"Yeah?"
	"Could I just take a tiny sample of blood from you, I just need a control test to compare with."
	"Um...s-sure, doctor sir."
Whilst slightly unnerved by this request like anyone would of their blood being of interest, he offered his paw as the raptor brought out a small syringe from his pocket and knelt to swiftly extract a dose from the black-scaled wrist, Fyrre flinching with a wince before the scientist wrapped a cotton compress round the jabwound.
	"Thaaaank you, that'll help me a lot."
	"No problem!  Uh, h-hope your experiments go well!"
	"Thanks to having the best little assistant," the doctor patted his head, "don't worry I'm doing everything I can to get you back home."
	"I know sir.  Thank you."  The dragon nuzzled his hand with a lick.  "I mean you gave me a bed and someplace to eat, so I'm glad we met!"
	"And I keep you warm some nights don't I?" he winked with a lurid grin that made Fyrre blush.  "But yes, one of the reasons I keep doing this is to find the rest of you so I can bring you all back together soon."
	"Thank you Doctor!"  The dragon rubbed against his leg.  "If...if you do find my home, you really don't mind me going back?"
	"Naaah I'll be fine," he stroked the black neck, "I can manage by myself, I've got Droney!"
He tapped a few keys to make the drone fly up and hover towards the drake, making him smile with a few chirruping beeps strangely reminiscent of a hatchling as Fyrre barked in response with a wag of his tail.  The drone moved in response, circling the dragon's head as he followed turning his body with gentle little leaps to paw and bump his head against it until it flew back to its case.
	"Alright," the raptor said, "time for the experiment, you go busy yourself and I'll call on you when I need you."
	"Okay sir!" the drake galloped out the door.
	"Keep yourself ready for some special fun later yeah, I'm gonna need it after this."
	"OOOH, s-sure, can't wait!"
The door closed with a pull of his tail as the scientist grinned rubbing his hands.  He tapped the computer keys as something booted up on screen.  Dimension 6-25-18-5 was registered, lines of text rippling through from the dimeria matrices that shone around the ring which trembled in awakening, the crystals gleaming with fuchsia song that resonated through the laboratory cave as its stone-circled walls shone a violent pink.
The portal opened within its steel frames, shimmering of visions to another world beyond its periphery as a star-filled expanse came into view with one solitary planet of beige and blue.  A planet that to his eye looked much much smaller by the lens of the portal, warping the perspective beyond spatial reckoning.
	"Theeeere you are," he chuckled darkly, "holding back for a week after I found you was not easy lemme tell ya.  First though."
He opened a small box where a crystal laid within of solid blood-red, gently dropping Fyrre's blood upon it as it shone with a powerful gleam when he closed it.  The scientist then pulled out a remote and turned on a TV on the other desk that showed a much larger perspective of the world from a miniscule point.  It was not the regular-sized drone by which he had shown Fyrre, but a microscopic version of the same that now moved like a fly through the air.  He sent the smallest drone through the portal, the barrier between like a thin electric bubble that cracked and melded around the machine with semi-permeable bulge to allow it through and into the depths of space.
	"Huh I expected his planet to be greener," said the scientist, "lots of mountain regions it looks like...well hopefully still has enough there to deal with."
The drone shuttled through space, its hard carapace and miniature thrusters making speeds that the planet below could only dream of.  Entering the atmosphere he guided the drone that to the planet would be the size of a bomber plane, through the waking clouds and over a city with more practiced flight, weaving through valleys to find a city by the sea overshadowed by grand cliffs as the recording lens peered upon precisely what he hoped.  A city of dragons.  Black dragons.
	"Yesssss," he licked his lips feeling a throb in his pants, "ohhh I've been waiting for this ever since I first pulled my little servant out from your world in the first drafts.  But now...now I'm about to make Fyrre the most special little drake in all existence."
He kept recording to observe all the city's denizens, living their normal lives with surprisingly modern sensibilities.  They had no cars, no vehicles of any sort, they didn't even have pets which he found most unusual, they had hospitals and banks with cafes and parks and schools like any other civilisation, buildings with entrances in mid-level for ease of access by flight.  Through every street and building the drone scanned with a wide-reaching infrared beam that stretched for miles, a crystal shimmering in its chassis that sent a dim red light over all.
They eventually noticed the giant drone floating above as they gasped with confusion, flapping their wings to get closer and wonder what the strange silver bird was doing or from whence it came.  Police officers marked by their white uniforms and official hats came flying closest, shifting their size with an inherent magic to become larger as their bodies would allow to the height of fifteen feet.
	"Attention!" the city guard barked.  "Whoever is operating this device, please land and identify yourself!"
	"Nice the translator works!" the raptor smirked unheard from beyond.  "Further proves it's Fyrre's kind, same power that he has too."
	"I REPEAT, whoever is operating this device, please land!"  The drake tightened his claws and slid one paw down towards a weapon at his belt.  "If you do not remove yourself from the city, you will be grounded!"
The drone moved away as the dragons insisted that it ascend further and further from the city limits, giving a thumbs up from their half-feral claws once the machine departed far enough to nestle itself near the valley entrance.  But it was not to respect their wishes, instead to open the way for their coming end as there came a sudden darkness, shadowing the city to make them gasp and cry with voices that Droney caught on his translatory receiver.
	"Wh-what, what's happening?!"
	"I-is it an eclipse?!  But, there wasn't meant to be one today!"
	"M-mummy the sun's gone!"
	"It's fine it's just um, a very BIG cloud!"
	"Strangest cloud I ever seen nothing looks like that."
They gazed towards a giant black mass that had blotted the sun, parting the clouds like a spider's web to brush along its sides and fade away as there came a sudden weight to their city's atmosphere.  Something colossal,  tremendous beyond reckoning to the point that its mass was enough to turn them heavy and make the dragons flap towards city roofs to land and watch with fascination.  The drake police flapped in front of it bracing their weapons for a potential conflict by which they would not win.  They knew that the moment the looming mass skimmed over the sea and crunched into the portside offices.
	"OH MY GOD!"
Buildings fell over by the pier where boats suddenly sank from tsunamic waves as one complex was knocked down like a toy block straight into the sea, swamping the dockyards with a gulping tide that devoured the entire front as more offices fell with a shrieking of horror from the dragonfolk.  Glass windows rained upon the workers and pierced their wings, their heads and their bodies like moths pinned on display.  Cold steel and mortar rained on the docks, crushing warehouses as dragons flew in a bid to escape, but not towards the sea fearing they would find no land or safety beyond it.  That indecision alone would kill most of the workforce.
In the time the drone had spent circling the city previous, it had been counting every sign of life from a crystal inside connected to a calculator, the brother of the same crystal of blood that was on the raptor's desk now bonding its magical sensory to intrinsic science.  The results of this technomancy that showed up on the raptor's screen who was currently pressing his crotch against the portal to watch the sight of his majesty.  The drone finished counting.  700,000 dragons, the number deducted by 400 after the first wave.
	"Mmmmmph!" the raptor shivered with a creak.  "Life-counter works well it seems...god this is gonna be so fucking fun."
The port had now fallen in ruins as the drone's receiver picked up the cries of the dragonfolk, little black dots flying through the streets beneath the great shadow of the colossal god's penis that throbbed with fifty miles of veins pulsing against the skyscrapers.  The scientist felt the little crunches of wrought steel and glass, miniscule like rubbing his cock into grains of sand that tickled his shaft with trembling bliss.
He crunched and drove through the streets with tender thrusts, smothering the lives of thousands as each push he made sent the counter down by 2000 each second.  Down and down it went as buildings fell against the sides of his godly meat, roads cracked like paper to be smeared with the broken wings and flattened bodies of black drakes lost amongst the rubble.  He pushed too far and hit the cliff, dooming the city with a landslide that came within seconds, raining boulders that tapped against his cock lightly to roll down and drown the entire populace within a devastating storm of sinking stone.
	"Awwww, over already?"  He saw the counter blink down to 3000 within two minutes.  "Wait wait noooo there's a few survivors there!"
With a proud smirk he lifted his cock above the crumbling fjord that buried the city, the drone picking up the sounds of muted screams and gasping sobs beneath the ruins of deep heavy stone.
	"G-god, h-help me-"
	"M-maris, Maris where are you?!"
	"DARREN?!  DARREN PLEASE, WAKE UP, GOD PLEASE NOOO!"
Then he came down like a hammer of the heavens, crunching his dick into the smothered coast and cracking deep into the earth beneath.  1600 left, the sudden shift of rock trapping more to be crushed with the tiniest screams.  Another crunch, 800 left, but two more slams of his dick would silence them all.
	"Mmmmmmph...hohhhh fuck I never thought I'd get this hard over fucking numbers, good job Droney!  Alright, now that we know it works, let's get the BIG numbers."
Taking his remote he sent the drone off towards the next settlement, searching for the biggest city he could find whilst dragging his hard aching shaft lazily through the land to pick up other forms of life.  The life-searcher only picked up one species, which was all the raptor needed as he made a cursory sweep of the planet itself, laying his monstrous length across three forests and crushing countless thousands of animals without even noticing as eggs were crushed and rare species almost made extinct.  Four of them died out when he flexed his to crush a few dozen more between the muscles of his dick.
Droney took on a great adventure, speeding around the world at the speed of a high-quality jet fighter as it searched for signs of concentrated life, whatever numbered more than 100,000 as he spent twenty minutes collating population sizes.  There were deserts of grand clay mansions, snow-peaked cities with holy spires reaching to the gods as well as cities on the sea that floated upon artificial islands.  When Droney passed a wind shook up behind to send windows shaking and wings to flap briefly in shock at the strange mechanical jet that charted a path over every continent.  Once the world had been charted, Droney beeped signalling its odyssey's end, and the final approximate number of Fyrre's race left.
	"Oh.  Fuck that's a lot of zeroes."
His cock turned plump to flood a river with sticky pre, drowning a good habitat full of fish rendered inedible.
	"Oh I think I have the best idea for this but lemme just....fuck I need to see a bigger city."
Searching with Droney for the biggest metropolis on the continent, the raptor pushed his dick further along the planet, pushing hard enough that it was slightly stopping on its axis and gently shifting out of orbit which would cause a great upheaval around the world.  It wasn't noticed at first, and it wouldn't be noticed for the short time they had left without realising, but the oceans would surge in random places in small freak tsunami incidents that would chip off a few hundred or so off the life counter.
The raptor's dragging dick left a huge carve in the continent 300 miles wide to scoop up houses and forests, drakes and creatures that lived on a savannah that were crunched and shuffled as corpses within the growing lahar that formed the interior of his tremendous foreskin.  Mud, trees and bodies gummed up inside his looser skin, filling out his cock and smearing over his glans to make him shudder at the cold sensitive clods and prods from his casual bulldozing that left a scar as wide as three counties.  Then he saw it, the glimmering jewel of silver amidst the great veldt.
	"How much does THIS one have Droney?"
He looked over to the calculating screen which showed a subset of fractions that made him shudder at the numbers.  Of the world's population which numbered 9 billion, nine next to nine glorious zeroes that sparked his lustful glee, the city contained around 7 million.  Six zeroes next to the four, which he realised meant nothing in the grand scheme of this world.
	"I just need to fuck this one city up," he muttered, "just the one, then I'll get to the big finish."
The drone kept hovering towards the city as the raptor pushed his throbbing genocider close, hearing the mass confusion pick up rather brief as the dust cloud from beyond the city's limits had brought attention to the flyers as voices clamoured on the receiver.
	"Hey, hey guys you seeing this?!"
	"What the, some kinda stampede?!"
	"Naaaah that's way bigger than a stampede."
	"Oh, shit guys I think something crash-"
	"I-iiiit's not stoppin-"
	"EVERYONE GET INSIDE!"
The dragonfolk all went to the nearest buildings, hordes rushing through the streets and sheltering as best they could for those who were not high enough in the sky to fly away from the path of destruction.  The raptor did not tarry with any fanciful presence, simply plowing through the whole city with such a violent tempestuous force that it killed a million straight off the bat, the space of fifteen seconds causing a swift and great scale of death that those watching could simply not comprehend.  But the screams were plenty enough, a garbled mess of suffering that resounded through Droney's lens as he swept over the city now cleaved in twain.
With a lick of his lips the scientist grinded his dick back and forth, his giant oaken-brown length crushing all those who still remained underneath as the city's population ticked down by a dozen-hundred with each new second, cries of whimpering shock ringing out through the streets as buildings teetered from the gargantuan dick's movements.  There were some guards who bravely tried to attack, anything just to feel they were protecting their citizens, but what they had were next to worthless from the impenetrable girth and size of their fiendish god, tickling little jabs and clawing swipes with size-changing bodies turning larger to to deal more damage by an infinitesimal blip.
	"Mmmmmmph," the raptor shuddered as his cock twitched and breathed, "yeaaaaah keep that up, get me nice and wet to flood your fucking city with you disgusting little fuckstains."
His cock sputtered an ocean of pre, flooding the length of downtown to consume four boroughs in a thick moist glue that suffocated those beneath.  Children, mothers, grandfathers and the unborn would be trapped underneath like clingfilmed coffins, gasping screams that the drone could not pick up and so no one would ever hear as they struggled and choked with shrieking black snouts trying to clutch onto each other, families suffocating together with eyes rolling up and drowning underneath.
Some of the smaller buildings were washed away to crush those hiding within, diners and schools crunched against each other into thick balls of granite clogged up with pre sticking and rolling up, trapping all within into tightly-packed tombs from which none could breathe.  The taller scrapers managed for a time, they would be last to fall as they watched with an intense fear, sheltering within offices and hospital complexes, the wounded and infirm unaware of the deaths outside but aware of the grief that was slowly infecting the city.  The sounds of a horrific grinding crunch and the odd muted scream filled the air.
	"KEEP IT UP!"
	"IT'S NOT WORKING, WHY WON'T IT BLEED?!"
	"DANNY, DANNY WHERE IS MY SON?!"
	"GET BACK INSIDE IT'S MOVING!"
	"AAAAAAAAARRRGH!"
The one known as Danny's mother did not escape as the raptor decided to move his cock east, sweeping slowly in a grinding obliteration as nothing stood in his way.  A few managed to flee the city, those desperate enough to carry those who couldn't as a small exodus was made from the metropolis.  They would survive a bit longer, but not to the end of this day the raptor knew as his wall of meat stretched beyond 800 miles back the way it came.  He flattened half the city within thirty seconds, ending 4 million lives in that little time as hospitals were crushed into bloodied craters, monoliths of skyscrapers being forced to lay and die upon their brothers and sisters with each cloud of dust signalling another 2000 dead.
The sound of the ginding meat was horrifying to those close enough to witness safely.  It was hard to tell what was bone and granite from the cracked scales of black and broken wings that poked through the rubble next to beams and girders with glinting glass gravestones unmarked without name for the millions erased.  The raptor spurted another wad of pre across the outer limits of the city, sending shots a good 50 miles away to obliterate houses and flood rivers with a paralysing death that smothered all beneath.
	"F-fuck, fuck yes, fucking dead all of you...god I'm gonna love killing you Fyrre...little servant bitch, the look on your face when I tell you what happened to the rest of your filthy fucking scum race."
He dragged his mighty length the other direction, pulling the foundations of the city and erasing the markers of those who had fallen previous as he flattened the entire metropolis.  All within five minutes, there were 7 million dead give or take the few hundreds that had fled for the brief time he allowed them life.  He dealt with the suburbs last, those in their homes comfortably numb to the desolation beyond, the homebound and the arrogant, the fearful and the young, all becoming a twisted wasteland from which none would recover, uniform little houses and apartment blocks scraped clean like plaque from a tooth.
	"Hhhhaaaaaaah...fuck," the raptor sighed watching the numbers go down, "alright, let's mix this up, I got just the right thing you all deserve."
Pulling back his shaft from the abyss of the portal, dragging back the lengths of iron struts and twisted corpseflesh that dangled beneath his drooling shaft and filled the hood of his foreskin with cemeterial dirt, the scientist-cum-god removed himself from the world briefly to admire his work, a raking scar of brown and grey within the wild traverse of flaxen gold, a savannah hollowed out of half its life.  Droney still remained on the planet, searching for the next largest city that it could find for the next part of the raptor's grand scheme.
With cock smothered in devastation to turn a corpse-grey, the doctor reached his hand inside the other universe and stretched his three grand claws out over the world.  There were far too many screams to process for Droney but the volume of them was clear as millions of black dragons continents apart all saw the same thing.  Their god, one they never knew, now clasping his giant celestial hand upon their home existence.
	"Tingly," he snickered, "feels sort of cold and slimy like...a frog.  Disgusting things."
He pulled the planet out of its orbit, big enough to fill his palm as his claws dug into a continent and an ocean, feeling a sloshing sensation that on the world caused tidal waves big enough to drown the entire east coast of one place.  The numbers still showed on his screen as going down, each movement he made causing another 40,000 deaths as he felt his claws slip past and and the planet roll into his palm when he stared at the little planet that he wrenched from the portal into his lab.
	"Woah, it shrunk!"  He blinked agasp at the shrinking world.  "How did that...was it...huh, well that's something I'll have to look into but that's just perfect."
He licked his lips with a bare restraint and a cruel grin.
	"Means I don't have to take more than one bite and savour all of you at once, hmhmhmhm...ohhh I've been waiting to give you all the death that you deserved beneath your new God."
The raptor lifted his hand to his mouth, opening jaws with stretching salival webs between his steak-knife teeth as he felt the ball of dirt-and-water roll past his lips and settle on his tongue.  To the 9,000,000,000 dragons minus a few million they felt an overwhelming heat, swamps of saliva smothering the southern worlds and plaguing the oceans with a soupy mix that killed countless animals, crushed by the undulating muscles of the tongue as well as the oppressive heat of the raptor's bodily fluid as he closed his jaws carefully to keep the planet as intact as he could.
The screen on his desk showed Droney within as the world fell into darkness, lights from cities and dragons who used their magic to try and illuminate the rest of their lands struggling to understand the shifting of the world in minutes of chaos.  The weathering slime became a maelstrom that slapped and sucked against buildings like a monsoon, hot and blistering wet with scarring force until they felt the planet roll suddenly backwards into a deeper abyss.  Then there was a sound.  The sound of their doom, the sound that for the next moments of their life they knew was the signal that their holocaust had truly begun.
GLLLLRRRKKH!
To the dragons of this planet it sounded as if an ancient evil had awakened from the darkest pits.  Something clenched against their world, an intense pressure that sucked the oxygen from their atmosphere as two continents were crushed by a wall of obscene flesh.  The sound came again as the raptor gulped once more, struggling slightly to pull the world down his throat with an extra flood of salival depth that melted the ice cap on top of the planet.  They would not even live for long enough to witness such dreadsome change to the climate as they fell deeper into the depths, gurgling through the raptor's oesophagus until the planet shuddered to a landing.  Half-buried within a cosmic ocean of hydrochloric acid.  Two-and-a-half-billion dragons had died throughout this simple act of swallowing their home.
	"GUH...HHHHhnnnnaaaah."  He patted his belly with a panting smile.  "Fuuuuuck yes that was good, god who'd have thought so many fuckwad degenerates could taste so good.  Mmm, alright, better call him in before it's too late."
He took up the remote for the TV and put on a visor that laid beside it, a one-eyed scanner that sat against his head as he flipped down the screen in front of his eye and saw what had once been on the TV was now upon it in a closer view, the world inside his stomach now drowning within a thick pea soup of steaming acid that gurgled and twitched.  The visor had an audio feed attaching to the raptor's ear as he let Droney go on automatic, searching for random life whilst keeping above the acidic bog that boiled the oceans and ate deep into the continents, gnawing at the buildings and those unfortunate enough to have become fully immersed within the depths, were now drowning from the acid that poured into their lungs and burned them from within.
	"Fuuuuck yes," the god-scientist shuddered, "fuck I need him now."
Stepping over to the wall near the door he pressed a button which somewhere in the cavern would ring a bell.  That bell would summon Fyrre within the next two minutes as the raptor clicked his portal off and stood leaning against his desk with aching erection still dripping of the city decayed.  His visor kept a count fed from Droney, ticking the population down in small leaps of hundreds to thousands as he grunted shivering in wait.  By the time Fyrre had arrived, there were only 6,010,872,450 of his kind left in existence.
	"Hiya sir!" the black drake popped his head through.  "How was the-...oh."
	"Mmhmm," the doctor grinned, "it went very well, perfectly."
	"What's that thing on your head?"
	"Oh this is just a scanner to keep track of some numbers I have running," he tapped the visor, "just wanted to make something to keep track with easier than turning my head to the TV."
	"Cool, that sounds handy...so..." he gestured towards the brazen dick, "you were wanting a little help, with that?"
	"Absolutely Fyrre, that's what good little assistants do right?"
	"Yes," the dragon licked his snout with a wiggling of hips, "you look so hard what were you thinking of?"
	"Ohhhh just thinking about that sweet sexy ass of yours that just doesn't quit."
	"Heeheeh, were you working with a hardon all day?"
	"God yes and you're responsible so come up and clean your mess."
	"Y-yes...sir."
He walked over with tender claws and a growing purple between his legs, two tips starting to sprout from his crotch as Fyrre's collar jangled when he rose his head towards the raptor's thick pulsing shaft, which in normal circumstances was a bold 7 inches as he noticed the odd caking of dirt and indiscriminate fragments.
	"What were you doing with this?" he grinned booping the dick with his snout.
	"Giving it a special flavour for you," said the raptor patting his head, "I know you like it a little earthy being the dirty bitch you are."
Fyrre grinned with a shameful red as he started to lick across the shaft, tasting the rich debris of miniscule textures he didn't quite recognise.  An odd mix of silt and mineral fragments with an odd metallic tang that he couldn't quite place.  Those were his people's remains.  And so he gently swallowed the cock into his throat with a tender gulp, gliding his tongue across the meat to scoop up city blocks of dead dragon bones and crippled children's wings, sucking them down into his gullet where they would disappear.  Much to James' surprise this act alone killed 50 who had somehow survived in the debris.  But not anymore.
The raptor sighed stroking the drake's head, shivering as he dripped pre into his gullet to mix with the ruins of his home washing away into his stomach, fading to nothingness until Fyrre had cleaned every piece of filth from his swollen red cock.  All whilst the rest of the dragon's world was digesting in the doctor's gut, gurgling pops resonating through his visor feed as the whistling screams of the planet could be heard.  He spurted even harder to paint Fyrre's face which made the servant snicker.
	"Someone's pent up today!"
	"Hhhehehe, yeah...mmmmph god I really need to fuck your sweet little ass."
	"Well..." he turned himself round and lifted his tail showing his scaled pucker, "I'm all yours doctor, sir."
	"Mmmmph I know you are.  But I'd rather fuck you on the table, I wanna look at your cute face."
Moving towards an open table, Fyrre leapt up with a feline grace and rolled onto his back, spreading paws with his twin cocks twitching against his belly as the raptor stood between his back legs.  Sinking his shaft firmly into the drake's hole the two gasped in lust as he grinded his fuller stomach against Fyrre's body, the sloshing of his insides causing a deep repercussions to the planet within as it rolled half-submerged in the pool of acid.
	"Ohhhhh...fffuuuuuck Fyrre."
	"M-mmmph...hah...looking a bit full today."
	"I had a nice lunch...want to taste it?"
He knew exactly what he meant as Fyrre nodded with a simpering mewl, pulling his front legs up with a bashful rub of his snout as the raptor began to thrust.  His labcoat swished behind him as he made firm pumping smacks, knowing he didn't have to hold back with the drake who by now was well-used to his cock, the walls of his anal ring suckling him gladly with firm ripples along his shaft that made the raptor grunt with heated breaths.
Grasping Fyrre's back legs to steady himself he fucked faster, slapping his hips against the tailbase as his belly shifted to cause even more chaos to the dying world within.  Almost 1 billion died alone in the first few thrusts, cities submerged within acid as dragons melted in a shrieking sea, families lost and bloodlines erased, scoured from the universe permanent to never return.  Their bodies became dust on the wind, down to their very bones which sizzled to the surface, along with all that was left of their cities and settlements that burned in wafting airs up the raptor's throat.
	"NNGH-BRRHHHAP!"
	"H-HAAAH!"  Fyrre gasped being hit with the belch.  "F-filthy raptor!"
	"But you love it don't you?" he said taking a long lick across the snout.  "Howsit taste you little slut?"
	"N-nnnngh...n-need...more to find out."
	"As you wish......nnngh, n-nngh-BRRRHHHUP!"
	"NNNNMMMPH!"
The drake's eyes singed from the heated burp, keeping his mouth open to taste the remnants of the raptor's lunch.  There was some ham in there, the light scent of pork combined with the greasier undertone of chicken and a cooler side of lettuce.  All those were true but there was something underneath he couldn't tell, something that was familiar.  Ferrous nitrate, earthen silt, a brief touch of salty air and that odd metallic tang he had tasted on the researcher's cock.  The souls of his people were escaping by the thousands, and Fyrre had tasted each and every one of them in passing.
He would taste more of their death when the doctor burped on his face, causing the drake to spurt a thick twin-shot of pre from his purple shafts as he writhed with whimpering fits.  Inside the raptor the dragons were struggling to climb what was left of their cities to stay above the sea of death, watching floating masses from beyond the dark slimy abyss.  Icebergs of lettuce, thick humpbacks of ham cresting the bow and isles of poultry flesh slowly melting away.  With each burp the scientist made the oxygen suddenly sucked out of the stomach, which in turn suffocated the dragons faster.  The first burp killed the infants.  The second would kill their siblings beside them.  The third would stop their own mothers from grieving for fear of wasting the precious breaths they had left.  Four billion dragons had died in all of this.
	"H-haaah, d-doc...mmmph," Fyrre wrapped his front paws round the thrusting raptor, "d-do you think, you'll...you'll find any of my kind soon?"
	"Ohhhh I will," he gasped licking his snout, "and I know they would all love to see you again."
	"Y-yeah?"
	"One day you'll be back...to taste the air and kiss the dirt where you came from."
	"I-i think I'd be doi-NNNGH, d-doing a lot more than that!"
	"Well I was trying to be romantic, but alright."
The scientist smirked and pulled him in for a kiss.  Not out of love, but for cruelty to let Fyrre taste exactly that, the airs of his home and the dirt he had once travelled now festering to seethe through his throat as vapours of extinction, the once-fertile plains his ancestors walked now a ruined desolate acid flood.  His people were dying right next to him, thousands upon millions so close to his heart that never knew of the great genocide of the black dragonfolk.  All of which he tasted on the raptor's tongue as they kissed deeper.
His drool thickened down Fyrre's throat, savouring the depravity of his self-appointed godhood, relishing the moment he would tell him one day that all of this had come to pass.  He kept one eye open on the visor, seeing numbers tick down as the continents shifted to crack and sever beneath the acid's depths.  Cultures were erased, beauties of natural wonder broken to ashes and a future destroyed with the deaths of children.  All of this the last of the dragons drank down with a heated lust, 
	"Mmmmmph," the raptor sucked clean from his tongue, "I'm feeling real hungry again."
	"Yeah?" Fyrre whimpered licking his lips of spit.
	"Gonna need some of that special dragon milk of yours."
	"Ohhhh?  Alright, but you better fill me up after okay?"
	"Promise."
Pulling himself out of Fyrre's hole with a slick-drool slurp, the raptor scientist-cum-god snickered as he knelt down to grab at the dragon's twin shafts and stroked them in each hand with a small taste, lapping across the heads and swallowing one then the other as if comparing the taste between them.  Fyrre whimpered laying back his head, gasping at the tongue that swirled and slurped across his dicks which throbbed eagerly enough.
	"Better not burp again," teased the raptor, "unless you wanna taste your cum."
	"MMMPH, I-i wouldn't mind."
	"Oh I bet not you disgusting little bitch."
	"Y-yeah, I am...f-fuck I'm a filthy bitch."
Filthier than you think, the raptor pondered with an evil grin unseen as he sucked down on one of the dicks, gulping to the hilt as he panted through his nostrils and let pre spill down his throat.  It wouldn't make a difference if a little spilt onto the world, melting the ice cap of the planet to cause oceans to swell and flood even further the already-ruined desolate ilk, but it would perhaps slow them down in their fleeing from how sticky it was, not as overwhelming as actual semen but that would come later.
Jerking one cock whilst sucking the other, the scientist aimed to get Fyrre squirting as fast as he could with the timer ticking down on populations left.  The dragon was surprised at such hunger from the doctor, but he certainly wasn't going to complain from such vivacity of the tongue more than usual.  The raptor kept alternating between them, sucking one and jerking the other as the pre turned thicker to become a puddle on his belly.
	"H-haah, AAAH, n-nnngh d-doctor!"
	"Mmmmmhhhh...such a tasty draggy you are."
	"M-mmmh you like dragon meat?"
	"Oh yes...I could eat a billion of you...or nine."
Fyrre did not hear these last two words, instead looking confused with panting tongue at the raptor's ravenous lust.  Then the doctor swallowed both heads into his throat with a hot gasping gulp, stretching his maw just enough to to fit them in with a gulping tightness that sucked and clenched them both together, squeezing harder with the back of his cheeks with a gurgling drool down both shafts.  The dragon couldn't take it as he bucked into his throat with a squeal, the tightness overwhelming him as he pumped both barrels of jizz into the doctor's gullet.
	"HA-AAAAAAH, AAAAANNNNGUH!"
	"MMMMHHH, MMMGLLLRRKH!"
The flooding of seed down the raptor's throat would signal the end for billions to come.  The doctor knew this with a growing smirk as he watched on his feed the coming rains that would descend upon the world.  At its smaller size the dragons' home would face devastation from the hailstorm of semen that came flooding down the stomach, crashing into the earth and the sea as millions of sperm cells began a glorious crusade to cleanse the filth.  The sperm of their own kind would be the ones to eradicate them at last.
	"Hhhhhaaaaaaah," Fyrre whimpered bucking his cocks with a clench, "fffffuuuuuck yeah that's so good."
	"Mmmmmglllrk," the raptor made sure not to waste a single drop before pulling his mouth off both, "love that good dragon milk...and now you get more raptor milk."
	"Fuck yes, breed me, please!"  The drake spread his back legs further.  "I need it sir, s-so bad I need it!"
	"Good drake."  He grinned laying himself on top.  "I can feel your cum gurgling around in me."
	"Mmmmmmyeah?"  Fyrre gasped as he felt the cock sink back into his hole.  "G-good thing you got no eggs in there."
	"Ohhhh yeah," the raptor snickered as he pumped to the hilt, "same for you after I fill you up to fuck."
	"NNNNHHH!"
The dragon shuddered through his black scales as he wrapped his front paws around the doctor in his pounding thrusts, breathless lust as he grinded his stomach against him.  The harder he thrust the more violent the sea became in his stomach that drowned the world in flames of liquid.  The counter read currently 2,008,372,450 left in the world and rapidly falling with each second.  Half the world was burning in the rich acids of his gut, a mass grave floating across the boiling ocean consumed by a greater expanse that left not a single trace of their remains.
But the other side of the world that remained above the belly's juices would suffer even worse, where Fyrre's cum had drenched the world in his fertile seed that to the dragons of his home were now the size of behemoth tanks.  Frantic monstrous sperms that crushed into the earth and started burrowing deep with their lugubrious heads, crunching through the mantle like an egg as the world cracked in pieces.  Dragons were crushed underneath their thick white tails, rounded heads slammed into buildings like comets as the End of Days had come.
Those who were religious screamed of the apocalypse and begged for forgiveness.  Some of the remaining survivors would even fight each other, rampant cases of murder and even rape had escalated suddenly in the last despairing moments of their chosen deaths.  They had no hope of survival, the horde of sperm had made sure of that to leave the upper continents a barren wasteland of salted earth and deep craters where they had buried themselves into the earth.
	"A-aaah, f-fuck, fucking yes," shuddered the raptor, "this is the best fucking day ever."
	"Wh-whysat?" whimpered Fyrre getting slammed into the table.
	"Cuz, f-fuck, the best experiment, god I made such good progress and MMMMPH, your ass feels so much better today."
	"W-wonder why...nnngh...h-harder, please don't stop!"
	"Ohhhh I'll never stop Fyrre, not until you're all spent."
The drake lifted his head and closed his eyes with a gasping squeak oblivious to the raptor's intent, his smile widening with eyes slitted in luscious desire of the death that fumed within him.  Deeper the sperm penetrated into the planet, cracking the world like an egg as the tectonic plates shifted farther away from each other and the mountains would fall into the depths after being split in twain.
The counter finally hit under a billion, only eight-hundred-thousand remained who became more and more desperate in the purge.  There was nothing left, they felt the edge of the holocaust approaching as the world's screaming pain became more and more clear with some of the drakes hiding and hoping in their deepest prayer that this was all but a horrid dream, or that their souls would be saved.  Others however gave in to their desires, plundering remaining homes, raping their own kind in savage madness and further contributing to their own genocide with long-held grudges now fully-awakened as murderous sins.
Harder the raptor fucked, further he leaked within Fyrre as he watched the counter tick ever faster down towards full extinction.  Seven hundred, six hundred, three-hundred thousand, not even paying attention to his assistant/servant's cries of innocent glee.  One of his paws even pressed upon the raptor's belly, separated from his own long-lost kind by a layer of flesh of which he would never know their fate.  Never know that it was his own seed that penetrated the molten core of his home planet and fucked through its entire being.
Droney had pulled back by this point to witness the geocide eminent, the planet now crumbling like a fresh biscuit as pieces of the land floated off across the abyss, fragments of civilisation now adrift to await their final breaths as they watched the core of their homeworld shatter into a molten puddle.  The sperm of their own kin frantically fucked and punched through what pieces of earth they could reach before falling into the acid, sharing the same fate as every other creature that held their worthless DNA.
The last hundred-thousand were soon lost to the stomach's depths, the islands of their dying home slowly evaporating as friends and family hugged close to each other.  Ninety.  Seventy.  Fifty.  10,000.  The lower the number went the more frantic the raptor became in his bestial thrusts, bruising the drake's walls with his grinding dick squirting pre between the folds.
	"Nnnngh, h-hhaaaaaah, ohhhh fuck, FUCK!  AAAARRRRGH!"
	"H-HARDER, HURT ME, F-FUCK ME SIR!"
It was almost like he begged for his species' death.  That was what the doctor imagined at least in his mind incensed by his deified belief, that he was the end and the beginning of all he knew was inferior beneath him.  8,000 left.  7,000, fewer and fewer black dragons with each second as they suffocated, the ones who had thought to keep themselves flying not able to keep up their strength in the noxious gas-chamber of their god's stomach region.  They would fall, and they would die, like birds after the storm plunging through the acid sea.  6,000 left.  2,000 left.  It was all the raptor needed to cum with his most potent orgasm yet, stuffing to the hilt as he viciously slammed into Fyrre's hole with rabid genocidal bliss.
	"NNNRRRRRAAAAARRRRRGH!"
In turn the drake screeched as he felt the hot jizz of the scientist fill him up deeper than he ever had been, his walls bruised with suckling grinds to milk everything he could from the sweltering shaft that smothered his ridges deep within a white river that drooled out of his rear, dripping down his tailbase as the doctor sighed keeping his eye on the counter.  Only 300 dragons left.
	"A-aaah, fuck, ohhh god Fyrre yes."
270.
	"How was that?" he stared down upon the black drake.
	"Th-that...that was awesome," he whimpered breathless, "I-i hope you get more...experiments go like this if that's what it does for ya."
	"Oh I know it will."  217.  "You've done more than enough to help me my little assistant."
He bent down to smooch Fyrre's snout, suckling his tongue briefly with a groan as the drake tasted the remnants of his home on the raptor's breath.
	"Hhhhhh...whatever you had for lunch smells delicious."
	"I'll give you the recipe," 186, "but now I need to just do a few last checks before I close off this experiment."
	"O-okay!"  The dragon rolled off the table and stretched his legs showing his ass with cummy hole.  "Want me to make dinner?"
	"Naaah in a short while," the doctor wiped his dick clean with a cloth, "no need to rush, let's say chicken and rice?"
	"Ooooh you bet, alright then see ya sir!"
	"Later cutie."
The dragon walked out the room closing the door behind with his tail, the raptor shivering with a throb from his semi-hard meat at the ticking number of drakes left in all existence.  70.  40.  12.
	"Yessssss..."
The best part came when Droney caught sight of two black dragons, a male and female flying above the endless death whilst keeping close to hold each other's paws, circling like vultures in the vain hope to just hold out a little longer.  The raptor imagined they were Fyrre's parents, their taut black wings stretching through the fumes of thick hydrochloric acid that withered amongst the bubbling groans and gurgles of the stomach.  They looked to each other.  They knew.  They pulled each other close and wrapped their wings around themselves to stop flying.  They were the last two left and they didn't even realise with this simple act of suicide that they had doomed their entire species.  By their own hand.
	"Fuuuuuck...yes, fucking die together like you deserve, no one's gonna fucking miss any of you you godforsaken SCUM!"
He hoped they heard his voice in their last moments, falling like a stone into the broiling stomach ocean where they would join their kind forever.  Droney beeped as the counter came to a single perfect 0.
	"Hhhhhohhhhhh FUCK!  NNNNPH!  Fuck I wanna get hard again."  He stared at his cock as he felt it twitch stronger again.  "Ohhhh Fyrre I'm so glad I found your world, you and your fucking disgusting kind fed me good.  Mmmmph."
The raptor-made-god kept his mouth open and craned his neck, slowly moving Droney back through his oesophagus like a fly escaping his maw to slip free the bonds of his throat and gently land back into its petri dish.  He stopped the recording on his visor and saved the file automatically to his hard drive, shivering in expectation for the nights he would have rewatching it.
	"Hohohohohhhh fuck, god what a good day this was I dunno how I can top this.  But if they won't listen to me they'll fucking know what I can do.  And you Fyrre..."
He turned towards the door with a sadistic grin.
	"I can't wait to tell you what happened to your worthless degenerate kin."