Dinosaur Planet Reformed
By Lutro
Dinosaur Planet was no longer free. The evil General Scales that was thwarted many years ago from his aspirations now gleefully sat in a position of power and dominion over the world. Few knew of how he was able to so easily succeed where he had failed before, though no-one dared to oppose him. The general had made quick and gruesome examples of any who stood in his way. Former allies that had once fought to destroy Scales’ goals were nowhere to be found. And the few who could were in no position to succeed.

General Scales, however, still bore a great resentment for those who stood in his way all that time ago. The dinosaur’s grudge had only intensified over the years, but he managed to bide his time, lying in wait to have all of his schemes set. Then when he had the means to execute them, did so with such authority that no-one dared to stand up to him. With the world in his claws now, he now allowed himself a measure of seething. To hunger for revenge. To kill, over and over.

One of Scales’ primary targets, try as he might using spies and other resource-gathering, was simply out of his reach. Those that were known to be members of Star Fox team were at some other point in the galaxy. Mercenaries seldom stuck around, and after the initial incident at Dinosaur Planet was resolved, the jetted off to who-knows-where. Several guards lost their lives to the general’s rage the day he finally gave up. It wasn’t until it was brought to his attention that not all the main antagonists to his schemes had fled the planet. There was still one who’d staunchly opposed him who inhabited the conquered world.

And she’d since settled down and become a mother, showing no signs of leaving.

General Scales was swift. He immediately composed a plan of kidnap and more afterwards, then sent off his trusted generals, Galdon and Drakor, to do the deed. It was the dead of night when the monsters located the residence of Krystal and her two daughters. Living out among the more docile dinosaurs, Krystal spent her time nurturing them, protecting them from fear of being on a planet ruled by General Scales. She’d tried to reach out to Star Fox for aid, but had yet to be able to contact them. Her two children, Corinne and Celeste, were a large part of her world now, and she hadn’t so much as seen Fox McCloud since their adventure.

The modest hut was quiet that night, with Krystal slumbering with one kid tucked under either arm. Corinne, age 8, was a pudgy little vixen, still growing. Celeste was a year older and a head taller than her younger sister, and was nearly the spitting image of her mother. The three slept soundly until the invading dinosaurs tore into their home. At the first loud bang the girls screamed, Krystal shooting up in the bed. But before any could do a thing the three were soundly knocked out, tucked into large burlap sacks, and dragged away. General Scales’ mission succeeded as quickly and easily as any of his other recent schemes.

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Corinne woke up alone. The fox sat up onto her knees and looked around, eyes adjusting to the glow of torches on the wall and a fire pit ablaze in the center of the room. The pudgy girl panicked and pushed herself to her feet, only for a large pair of hooks to slam down on her shoulders. She shrieked and whimpered, collapsing to the ground. She stared up at the tooth-lined grin of General Scales, his tail swishing away at the sight of the youth. “Good morning, little one. I hope you’re hungry. Because I have something nice and big to feed into that traitorous maw of yours.”

The young vixen knew exactly who was staring her down. The scared fox squealed and tried once more to pick herself up, but Scales’ hooked claw came down again. They slashed through the simple nightgown Corinne wore, it falling off in three pieces all around her. Corrine cringed, bringing her knees up against her pudgy belly and arms around her chest, laid bare before the leering general. Scales wasted no time, eager to enact his revenge on the children of the one who wronged him so many years ago. As well as have some fun in the process. The dinosaur was nude from the waist down, his unhooked claw pawing around a rapidly-growing dinosaur dick. He waited for the expected reaction as he sat down on his knees and let the thing twitch and dangle before Corrine. The vixen let out the predicted shriek and General Scales thrust forward, his cock sinking into Corrine’s mouth and silencing her protests.

“That’s it. You will be thickened by my seed, then be roasted and eaten alive!” The general boomed out laughter as he placed his claw against the back of the terrified vixen, Corrine only able to take in the tip of the dinosaur’s member. She muffled out another protest but couldn’t move her jaw, her tongue lapping against the edge, with Scales allowing himself a little murr of appreciation. Corrine could already taste the pre oozing from the tip, the general getting more into it as the moments ticked away. With his claw against her head, she couldn’t do anything but suckle and thrash her tail, the fat little fox stuck blowing the General.

“Now… eat up,” the general moaned, claw locked around the back of the terrified girl’s head as he came. A powerful shot of the general’s jizz bloated out Corrine’s maw before she swallowed. Two more thick splurts blew from his cock, those also gulped down noisily. The general yanked Corrine backwards and hefted her up by the tail, gleefully watching the chubby child pant with her belly sagging a little more than usual. For a moment the young fox thought that was the end of her torment, dangled by the tail by the powerful dinosaur that had taken everything over. That is, until she was twirled around to have her nude rear facing him, with his cocktip tickling around her tailhole. Corrine let out a babbling protest that transformed into a squeaking whimper when the general’s thick member sank an inch into her.

Scales sat back with his two legs on the ground, one on either side of the vixen being rutted, as the dick supported most of her off the ground entirely. He brushed her tail up against her back and pushed as much of himself into her as he could. He pet over Corrine’s head every time she wailed, working himself up a second time. The powers that allowed him to conquer also endowed him with a certain amount of endurance and stamina, leading him to cum as much and as often as he deigned. The general leaned a head down to lick over the top of the squealing blue fox head, and blew his load a second time in several minutes. Corrine cringed, feeling the viscous splooge shoot straight into her belly, cream leaking out her tailhole and around the throbbing erection. Corrine barely had a moment to breathe before she felt the member removed before her tail was tugged upward and she was re-seated on it, this time her snatch pierced by the dominating dinosaur.

It didn’t take long at all for Scales to ejaculate this time, all warmed up with the pudgy vixen’s previous fillings. When he came the third time, Corrine was a whimpering heap, her womanhood bloated to its fullest extent with loads of jizz spilling onto the floor and drenching her netherlips under he tail. General Scales casually slipped her off his cock, hook claw holding her by the tail and other binding her dangling, limp arms and legs. Corrine was too exhausted to ask what was going on, but the general answered anyway.  “Now to move on to the roast. And then you’ll be plump and heated enough for your General to dine upon.” He snuck another lick across the rutted fox’s back, making her wail and flinch her bound limbs. But that didn’t stop the dinosaur from sliding her bound arms and legs over a pole and slap it down over the fire. The trapped vixen felt licks of flame tickle her furry back, and fought to keep her tail from dangling down into the flames. “Don’t you go anywhere,” Scales hummed, turning and leaving with a tail swish. “I’ll be right back when you’re done. Your sister is due for her own preparation.”

The general left the panicking young vixen to scream and cook over the fire as he made his way to the next room. Celeste was already awake, banging at the door, unaware of what else was taking place due to how soundproof the rooms were. General Scales opened the door and casually booted the fox across the room. Celeste grunted in pain and skittered across the floor. Her world spun as Scales casually reached down and gripped to her own night gown, tearing it up off over her head and leaving the taller fox to lay bare by the fire. He licked his lips at the sight of her, erection growing once more. “Time for your fill, little foxy.”

There was nothing Celeste could do to stop him. The youth was similarly silenced with throbbing dinosaur penis. Her eyes rolled to her head and she said silent prayers, limp as General Scales fucked her three times over as he did to her sister prior. The last spluts of cum filling her vagina dribbled to the ground as she was strung up over the fireplace. With her arms and legs behind her back, she found herself screaming down into the flames, her plumped-up belly being singed by the heat. She gave him a look of horror when he got up to leave her there. “Once I’m finished devouring your sister, you should be ready enough,” he grinned, licking his lips. Celeste begged him to reconsider, but the dinosaur ignored her, slamming the door behind him and lumbering to the first room. His nostrils flared, and when he got to Corrine’s room he drooled.

“Oh, you smell so tantalizing, my plumped-up fox food,” Scales purred. Corrine shot a glance up at the looming dinosaur and screamed as loud as her weakened, sweating form could. General Scales casually picked up the rod she was tied to, running the length of the girl’s body across his snout, and giving her a lick over her exposed fur. His belly rumbled deeply, making Corrine devolve into a series of whimpers. “Time to eat,” Scales grinned, raising the squealing vixen over his head and spreading his dino jaws wide. Corrine stared in terror as the wide maw was presented to her, tongue furling out to catch the dangling fox. She squealed louder still when Scales casually tipped the rod down, sending the fox slipping free and falling towards those jaws.

Scales’ maw clacked shut around the entire body of the young fox. He purred and ran his tongue all over the fattened-up pudgy vixen, swishing her about his mouth for several seconds. The dinosaur pushed the small pudgy fox around his large maw, one cheek bulging out, then the other. Corrine cried aloud for him to not eat her up, but that only made her all the sweeter to devour. Scales flipped her around onto her belly, thrashed her head from the front of his jaws to the back, and suckled on her fatty form for a minute or two. By the time he was done sampling her properly, Corrine was completely coated with dinosaur drool, barely able to breathe, able to see nothing in the deep dark maw.

He paused a fraction after hearing a muffled whimper, then flicked his tongue, sending the girl screaming towards his gaping gullet. General Scales then tipped his head back and swallowed Corrine whole, scaly neck bulging out audibly and sending Krystal’s younger daughter to the depths of his stomach. He smacked his jaws and let out a small burp, before tossing the rod aside with a clatter and moving back to Celeste’s room. The older sister turned her head away from the flames to see the general approaching, now with a slightly distended belly. “Ahhh...” The general clacked his teeth, drool raining down onto Celeste and the fire pit. “Your sister was delicious. Let’s see how you measure up!”

Celeste matched her sister’s screams with a powerful one of her own. Both at the news that her younger sister had been eaten alive by a cruel monster and that said monster was now looming over her, with no means of escape or rescue in sight. But despite her verbal protests, Celeste couldn’t stop herself from suffering the same fate as her sibling. The rod she’d been tied to was yanked up off the fire, General Scales lifting her tail to lick at her sagging belly and rump. “Oh yes, you’re quite ready to be served, my plump little treat!” He bit down on her tail, Celeste crying out at the sudden shock, and flung the fox skyward. The young fox was torn from the rod, it discarded, sending her flying toward the ceiling. Her wail of protest ended with a dull thud against the stone, head meeting rock, the girl knocked unconscious and sent tumbling towards a set of drooling dinosaur jaws. Celeste plummeted limply onto the awaiting tongue, Scales gingerly closing his mouth and running his tongue all over the fox.

Scales lathered her up in drool and enjoyed the toasted flavor the little fox presented. Celeste groaned in a daze, lifting her head from the base of the salivating tongue. She was in total darkness, trapped in the humid mouth of a ravenous dinosaur! General Scales grinned sharply when she felt the vixen rouse and summarily shriek. Little paws pushing against his tongue and a muffled voice crying out to not be eaten alive.

Celeste tried thrashing her tail, but only the base twitched around at the dock. The rest was lodged between the shut dinosaur jaws, with just a bit of the tail hanging out. The general teased his tongue up around Celeste’s rear end, before loudly slurping up the protruding tail. Celeste gasped when she felt the greedy tongue cup up against her whole body and teeter her back towards the greedy gullet beyond. She threw her hands in front of her, only for them to pulse down the throat. Then the tongue lifted and she squealed, the fox tumbling back towards the abyss. General Scales clenched his eyes shut when he easily swallowed Celeste whole. The loud gulp echoed around the room as the bulge sank down to his belly, distending it further. He burped as a gurgle sounded from his belly, the older sister piling onto the first devoured one, sloshing the stomach around.

“Ahh… Wonderful appetizers,” he chuckled, rubbing his good claw over the bulging stomach. He licked his lips and grinned. “And now for the main course.” The third room – actually a series of cells in General Scales’ personalized dungeon – was occupied by a fuming Krystal. At this point, the blue-furred fox was simply irate. The conquering of the world did not rock the boat too much at her level of life. And since nothing happened immediately, she assumed that Scales was content with his power. So when the general entered her room with a smug grin on his scaly face, she growled. “General Scales. What’s the meaning of this? Why did you...” She paused, eyes locking on the exposed erection the general sported. She backed to the wall. “Please, general. You have the world. Just let me back with my kids.”

The general laughed. “Oh, is that all you want?” The dinosaur strode forward and grasped to Krystal’s tail. She was heavier than her children but still presented no issue to lift. “Well don’t worry. After I fill you up with my cream, you’ll be joining them!” He laughed cruelly and smacked Krystal’s butt, yanking off her attire piece by piece. Krystal yelped and grabbed for the falling apparel unsuccessfully, now dangling naked before one of her greatest foes.

“What do you – ACK!” Krystal was twirled around and splatted against the bulging, churning dinosaur belly, shoved down on top of his twitching dick. It pushed its way into her tailhole, just as the fox heard a muffled cry or two from within the digesting stomach.

“Get it yet?” Scales taunted, humping up into Krystal an inch or two more with every thrust. A particularly loud gurgle cut through the room. Krystal’s eyes widened in horror as she got fucked.

“Y-you ate them? You monster!” The fox tried to claw at the belly, but Scales’ hooks jammed down onto her shoulders and forced her all the way onto his throbbing cock. Krystal gasped, mouth hanging open and head lulled back as she took in the full shaft, feeling it press deep into her.

“You have no idea how delicious they were,” the general continued with a smack of his lips. “All fat from my cream, roasted over a fire. Barely a mouthful though even after all that.” He grunted, a thick shot of pre firing up Krystal’s ass. “Unlike you. You’re the main course after all. The dinosaur leered down at the nude vixen’s breasts, running his free claw up them and giving them a squeeze. Krystal flinched, her abdomen bulging with his throbbing cock. The sight of that combined with the scent of Krystal made him blow his load right then and there. Thick splurts of dino jizz filled out Krystal’s expanding belly, the dinosaur pulling out once his load was delivered.

Krystal sank to the ground in a heap, landing on her back, pinning her tail. The naked fox had barely a moment to breathe before Scales was on top of her once more, fucking her pussy raw. “I think I’ve had enough of roasted fox for one day though. Think you’re going to go down raw.” Krystal’s eyes were focused entirely on Scales’ belly, it still struggling away with her children tucked inside. Her attention was only drawn away from it when a thick glob of dino drool drizzled over her bare chest. She gulped and tried to wipe it away, but it was quickly replaced by another. Scales was really getting into his rut. Krystal was at a loss for words. Her children were devoured, and she was powerless to stop herself from suffering the same fate.

Krystal groaned each time the horny dinosaur plowed forward with a vicious hump, showing no regard for his prey, bulging her abdomen out with every thrust. A fresh gurgle sounded out making the rutted fox cry out in agony, the combine emotional and physical trauma proving almost too much for her. General Scales licked his lips and leered down at her. Every time he humped, she slid across the floor, sending her meaty naked breasts jiggling about and Krystal would let out a whimpering cry of fear. They almost had enough time to settle when he’d hump again, now slickening the journey out with copious amounts of precum.

General Scales roared when his pulsating dick ejaculated for the 8th time that morning. His seemingly-endless reserves pulsated out his throbbing penis and filled out Krystal’s expansive womb and vagina completely, with enough leftover to leak down over her tail and rear. The dinosaur pulled out and just smiled down at Krystal. She growled, then squealed when the general shoved a thick ripe carrot up her tailhole and vagina. “Can’t have you losing that cream filling,” he laughed, dragging his still-twitching cock, coated in his cum, up over her bloated middle, across her chest and dangling over her snout. Krystal opened her mouth to protest only to have it instead filled with dinosaur dick.

It didn’t take long for the general to finish. He was growing more hungry than horny at this point, and the fox under him looked good enough to eat. Krystal’s eyes nearly bulged from their sockets when he jizzed down her throat, powerful spurts forcing the vixen to swallow over and over, until the general was done. She was breathing through her nose and strove to breathe with her mouth when he pulled out, but like before her maw became occupied. A big juicy apple was shoved in, leaving the fox full-to-bursting with General Scales’ cum with no exit. She actually sloshed when the general rolled her over with a foot, the fox presenting her rear to him. She clenched her eyes when his scaly tongue dragged across it, matting down her fur with his drool.

“And now...” Scales yanked Krystal up by the tail, leaving her squirming and squealing a muffled cry in the air. Though her movement was hampered by all of her current impalements. The dino jaws spread open in front of her, Scales swinging her back and forth, closer to those jaws. On a final swing he let go, Krystal soaring into the open mouth. He slammed his jaws down, enjoying his sweet revenge, tongue slurping over the plump breasts Krystal enjoyed. They bounced around on his tongue as he dragged her head to the back of the gullet. Krystal tried pushing against the thrashing tongue and to the cheeks inside the hungry dinosaur, to no avail. Hands slipped across saliva-coated muscle, eventually sliding past her head into the gullet. General Scales smiled, then swallowed thickly, dragging the wide-eyed fox’s head and her chest into his throat. “Mmmm….” he murred, using his free call to feel up her plugged butt while his tongue lashed over the bulging furry belly in his jaws.

General Scales was in bliss. He was enacting revenge and getting a tasty meal (after a good rut) out of it too. His thick tongue slathered over his squirming prey, sloshing Krystal’s belly about in his jaws. Then he swallowed again, lips locked around her hips. The tongue pushed out between kicking legs and slapped up between her buttcheeks, the tip sliding from one to the other. The base of his tongue rubbed against her spread pussy lips, Scales enjoying the best part of any meal he had so far today. After several minutes of slow tasting, he threw his head back, kicking legs and thrashing Krystal tail slurped up in one fluid motion. The general swallowed Krystal whole right then and there, a massive slimy GLNK ringing throughout the enclosed space. The curvy fox bulge slunk down his throat and pushed out his belly to its limit, the jostling churning thing swinging when the fox was squelched in. General Scales belched thickly, spraying slimy saliva and blue fur out along with it as he patting his churning belly. The sounds of three squealing vixens digesting away in his gut was a sound he treasured.

With all of the recent prisoners dealt with, the general returned to his throne room, picking his teeth with his hooked claw and dislodging the occasional clump of fur. His other claw patted his wet-sounding stomach, diligently digesting the three away. The general was fully and completely sated, lusts of revenge and his cock, as well as his hungry stomach. What more could a world leader ask for?

Why, to be able to re-live his moment of triumph time and time again, of course.

The general dressed himself in a clean garb, looking presentable (though giving space for that groaning gut of his), then entered his throne room and seated himself on the room’s namesake. The general then made use of the power he’d obtained to extract three unwilling, tortured souls from his bowels. He idly worked this magic as he leaned back in his throne, tail gently swishing. The bodies in his belly still churned, now limp, as the three extracted souls manifested before him. On their knees, nude, and as plump as they were when he filled them, just as he decided. Krystal, Corrine, and Celeste all snapped back into consciousness in the same instant. They looked at each other, Krystal hugging her daughters close and glaring up at the general. “What did you do? Those were terrible nightmares!”

General Scales laughed. “Oh, it was no nightmare. Reality.” He jiggled his still-churning belly. Then he patted the table beside him, lifting one of four objects from it. “Recognize this?”

Krystal gasped. “A SpellStone!”

“That’s right, you fool. How do you think world domination came so easily to me?” Scales grinned, stifling a burp. “With them in my control and with you unable to fight back or warn anyone else, I believe my seat on this throne is secured.” He looked down over himself as Krystal growled. “A seat that’s bound to be a bit wider thanks to your nutritious bodies of course.”

Krystal clutched her kids closer. “Y-you monster,” she reiterated, staring at the belly that contained her family’s former bodies. She felt her daughters shiver when Scales loudly licked over his lips and leered their way. “You’re not actually–“

“Oh but I am!” Scales roared with glee, the fox-scented breath and spittle flowing over the blue foxes. “Any time I feel like, you and your children will be subjected to my cock, and my belly. Over and over again. Never stopping. And I can’t wait to have you all again!” Corrine started to cry, clinging tight to Krystal. Scales ignored her. “But!” he interjected. “I’m not going to be the only one. I’m still working you all down, you see. So I think for the rest of the day I’ll leave you three in the tender loving care of my trusted generals.”

The doorway behind the throne burst open at that moment, General Scales idly staring at the trio and smiling cruelly. Both girls were now crying into her as Galdon and Drakor made their way into the large room. Both were drooling, and both had their eyes on the foxes. “No… no please, General Scales!” Krystal begged. “Just take me! Let them go! Let them be free!” Scales’ grin grew, the dinosaur’s tail still idly flicking behind him. Galdon moved up to Krystal and snatched the two youths away. Krystal made a mad grab for them, but Drakor snapped his head down and clasped the top half of Krystal in his jaws, tongue lapping to her pudgy gut.

“No, I think your sins are more than enough to spread your punishment about,” Scales sneered. Krystal hung limp in the jaws, utterly defeated at those words. Then with a wave of a claw, Galdon and Drakor took their offerings away, leaving the room and the doorway slamming closed behind them. The squeals from Corrine and Celeste idly rang down the hall, gradually quieting down as the three were taken to private chambers.

“What a satisfying way to start the day,” General Scales sighed, grinning to himself. The sated world power sat on his throne alone for some time, the digestion in his belly growing quieter and simpler as time wore on. His scaly gut shrunk and smoothed out, eventually leaving him with naught but a simple paunch, the bodies within mostly reduced to slimy nutrients.

A sudden gurgle growled from said stomach, however, and the general sat up. He smirked, the bubbling growing more intense from within. The dinosaur yawned his maw wide, letting the tongue unfurl and drape over his lower jaw. The gullet beyond his slimy maw twitched violently, the general letting out a long, shaking belch that rocked his body. His eyes fell half-lidded as he spewed out saliva as well as mounds of fur and bones. The burp lasted several seconds, slimy piles of nearly-complete skeletons scattering across the floor. When he finished he clacked his jaws shut and licked his lips, getting a bit of aftertaste.

“Nothing like a hobby to keep a ruler busy,” the general grinned to himself, unseating from his throne and making his way to the gooey piles of bones before him. Solid evidence of his great victory was there before his eyes, and he intended to make permanent reminders of how he’d rutted and ate one of his most hated foes. First he discarded all of the wads of fur. They would be of no use. Then he took time carefully comparing and contrasting the various dripping bones. The skulls were easy. The rest took a while. But it wasn’t as if he was pressed for time at this point: General Scales held all the cards.

Hours passed, the bones long-since dripped dry and mostly intact. The dinosaur had successfully separated the three skeletons into separate containers, transparent and perfect for settling atop a mantle of a fireplace. The general did just that, carefully setting the skull atop each pile neatly, facing forward. And, wanting a reminder especially of how much fun the three were to rut, delicately placed an apple between each of the skulls’ jaws. “Perfect,” he grunted, re-seating himself on his throne. He idly rubbed over his somewhat-bulging belly and heard a distant shriek from one of the foxes – he wasn’t sure which. “I wonder how long they’ll last before I’ll have to manifest them again. Maybe it’s already time.” The general stretched languidly and got out of his seat, headed towards the doorway. “It is long past suppertime after all. Think I could go for a fresh fuck and a meal. Maybe both at once.”

With the gleeful thoughts of the night ahead, General Scales strutted from his throne room. He was set to enjoy life from that point onward, being in complete control of Dinosaur world and having the ability to re-enact his revenge on Krystal on demand, any time he wanted. The reformed Dinosaur Planet was led by a pleased dictator from that point onward.

The blue fox rued the day she’d ever crossed swords with General Scales.