Another crash shook the very foundations of the skyscraper, leading to the survivors to huddle closer together into a singular mass. The sounds of only their breathing and the occasional all-encompassing stomp from the outside made every last remaining member of the office incredibly erratic. But they didn’t dare move, or scream. Or else it – nay, she – would find them.

The electricity had long since gone off. The power grid had already been smashed, and now the city – or what remained of it – was completely and utterly cut off. No contact could be established, no rescue was coming, and even now, it seemed only a matter of time.

A lone woman began to sob. Nobody could pinpoint who it was, but a subsequent slap shut her up. Nevertheless, the figure, foot raised, wings unfurled in dramatic abandon, paused in her next pose. She turned her head, ears twitching as her long, round muzzle’s nostrils flared. Her large, doe-like eyes looked from side to side, until at last Sapphire locked her gaze directly onto the high-rise office floor that housed these leftovers. And she broke into a grin.

She took a step closer.

This was enough to throw the office into chaos; everyone stood up and began searching futilely for a way out. The elevators were, of course, inoperable, the stairs were unusable from stray debris from the quakes crushing the corridors, and though it wouldn’t have been much salvation, the twenty-story windows were themselves impossible to open from the inside.

From the outside, on the other hand, Sapphire was about to demonstrate that it was quite easy.

She gripped the sides of the building, and with unfathomable strength, the environment around the clerks and analysts and salary-men and women began to crumble into pieces as Sapphire opened her mouth, a long, slobbering tongue licking the outskirts of her maw as she thundered out, “You little morsels truly thought you could hide from me, didn’t you? Don’t you know that I see everything here?”

The cutesy, jovial way she said it would’ve made many think she were simply talking to a misbehaving child, too young to understand the folly of his behavior. This same cadence was what Sapphire brought with her when she crushed countless cars beneath her padded paws, unleashed deathly beams of frosted ice against unsuspecting targets, and descended her globular, voluptuous rear upon thousands of innocent people at a time. And now, as she used her two clawed hands to rip off the roof of the office building, she opened up her mouth and said in that same tone, “Now come to Mommy! I promise I’ll make it quick.”

She failed to give the hundreds of workers a choice; as she opened her mouth, a powerful gust of wind blew the employees off their feet. Caught in the torrent as she sucked them in, all manner of people, things, office supplies, and even the more fragile components that made up the columns and floors that once composed the building were sucked in. The debris itself was disintegrated into dust by the maelstrom near-immediately, but the people were lapped up by Sapphire’s tongue, by twos, then by fours, sixes, tens, and beyond. More and more, and oh their screams were so delightful. Like music to Sapphire’s ears. She was almost sad the panicked din was muffled when she had to close her mouth to ensure none of the wondrous, fleshy humans would escape, subsequently falling to a certain deathly drop. Sure, they were dead either way, but… such a waste.

This was far more fun.

Stuffed in the right side of her cheek, directly beneath her rearmost molars, Sapphire began to chew. Like descending boulders, her pale, saliva coated teeth began to compress the group of former survivors, immediately ending many of their screams, but causing the renewed and panicked shrieks of the remainder. Not long after, however, they too were crunched, their salty red blood spilling out and filling the trenches of Sapphire’s mouth, quenching her thirst with the juicy, mellow flavor.

“Mmmmmmm,” Sapphire moaned to herself, and the entirety of the still-intact city, as she chewed and chewed, the entire workforce of Simple-Corp Solutions being transitioned into a salty sweet, smooth paste.

And then she swallowed. The remaining twitching body parts still caught in the gaps of her molars and fangs were washed down, and even in their hellish screams their struggles for life wailed out before they descended down the smooth, tapered esophagus of the dragoness.

“Mmmmm, they almost feel… too good to eat! So… squirmy and frightened,” echoed Sapphire before an unintentional bruuuuurrrp was forced out from her snout. Using one hand to cover her mouth sheepishly and another to pat her toned abdomen, and licked her lips.

“Welp –” Sapphire absentmindedly said as she dropped the uppermost floors of the office building, sending both it and the rest of the structure collapsing in a mushroom cloud of dust that spread all throughout the district, the rubble avalanching into the street, crushing cars, smaller buildings and shacks, and of course, other people. “What’s next – oh~?”

This query was brought about by the abrupt explosion of a small car, swerving to avoid rubble and debris, crashing uselessly into the side of Sapphire’s right heel, her own doughy paw firmly rooted in the comparatively fragile concrete. Her deep umber claws clicked haphazardly on the asphalt as she patiently watched the driver of the flaming car collapse out and cry to limp away, before steadily shifting her heel and completely crushing both the car and the driver. As the pool of blood spread from beneath the stomp, Sapphire couldn’t help but feel a laugh well up within her.

“Ah, hah! Hahahah! Man, you’re all just giving yourselves to me now, aren’t you!”

Her attention wasn’t on the tiny, diminutive car anymore, but now upon the whole road. As she overlooked the inner city street, that car was only the first of many dozens. All through the concrete corridor, vehicles that sought to get away betwixt the pudgy toes and feet of Sapphire found themselves now the instruments of their own demise; the collapse had totally blocked off any outlets, and in its place, hundreds of honking cars and screaming, escaping people had now infested the very road that Sapphire now looked down upon.

“Well, if you’re going to be there…” Sapphire shrugged as she lifted her foot up. The car beneath was utterly flattened, and the person was now nothing more than a smear. The fire had petered out entirely. “I guess I might as well, right?”

Below, an individual had backed up in her car, attempting to make some sort of progress but only proceeded to crash into the vehicle behind them. Exiting the totaled sedan, the woman only had the opportunity to raise her hands up in desperate abandon before Sapphire crushed her and the car, twisting her dragon foot into the ground violently as the specks of what used to be a fully formed human sprayed and speckled the other gridlocked vehicles as well as more escaping passengers.

“In fact –”

Smash!

“When you really think about it –”

SMASH!

“If there’s nowhere for any of you to run…”

CRUSH!

“I’m sorta doing you all a favor!”

SMUSH!

“Clearing all the traffic away!”

Sapphire’s dreadful jeers were like horror, almost as horrifying as the image of her precious, tough, scaly-armored calves sending her paradoxically soft and supple dragon soles onto every hint of movement and life she could get her paws on. The deafening screams of those people trying in vain as Sapphire dragged her bloodstained sole through the pile of cars and humanity, amalgamating them into another mangled, shrieking mass, was like music to Sapphire’s own ears. Metal collided with metal, bodies, and flesh – both other people’s as well as the all-encompassing wall that was Sapphire’s foot, as well as the four fat appendages that were her taloned toes.

“Oh, sorry!” she exclaimed suddenly, pausing in her rampage as she patted her cheek in faux surprise. Below her, the crowded traffic jam had been cleared, though in its place now lay the smoldering embers of dozens, perhaps even hundreds of cars caught betwixt Sapphire’s toes. Even now, bits of metal and blood could be found between her reptilian ridges, and crushed and mangled body parts and viscera were everywhere. Man, woman, families, none were safe, and none could escape from the encroaching dragon goddess’s wrath.

What followed up Sapphire’s exclamation, unexpectedly, was her carefully readjusting the shoulder strap that composed the left side of her punk-rock tank top. In the commotion and her dramatic posing, it had slightly slipped, its large girth resulting in the reveal of far more cleavage than was typically decent.

“Didn’t mean to make a show of it! I just…”

Sapphire stopped, appearing genuinely lost in thought. Then, like a stroke of lightning, she snapped her fingers and cheered out, “Wait… what the hell am I seeking your approval for? In fact, you know something I’ve been itching to do for a while now?”

And in that moment, Sapphire’s jovial expression became something a bit more slack, and sinister. She looked downward, not to the carnage she had just inflicted, but to herself. More specifically, her dust-covered miniskirt. Sapphire wore her clothes primarily for fashion; modesty wasn’t exactly a part of it. Therefore, beneath which, she wore no underwear, though only those directly beneath her crotch area would ever take notice of such a detail, and if they happened to be there, they likely had far more pressing concerns to deal with.

As it stood, already drips of her elegant, dimly foggy juices were trickling down her leg, each one sizzling against the hot concrete, some even intermingling with the blooded remains. Sapphire’s slack expression betrayed a deep wish to simply plunge her hands into her nethers. Already, her palm was sidling down her tummy, entering into the gargantuan waistband of her skirt to drag one finger across her expanded clitoris. True to her ice dragon denomination, she shivered.

“Another time,” she said. “It has to be… explosive.”

And so, Sapphire once again turned her attention to the city.

“I bet you all thought you had a break, huh!”

Unable to hear anything beyond the vague din of sirens, shrieks, and rock sliding upon rock of still-collapsing structures, Sapphire took the lack of a concrete response as the affirmative.

“Well, time to show you all the true… extent of my capabilities.”

And with a sound like the world’s largest steel whip, Sapphire’s tail flailed out and extended, itself crashing directly through the facade of another mostly untouched building, bringing its anterior side down in its own dust cloud.

Smiling at this, Sapphire began, “And that’s only the start…” before she steadied herself. Keeping her tail in a descending position to the ground, she carefully balanced on the digits of her right foot, slowly but perfectly becoming a single-stalked skyscraper of her own.

Then, with the expert precision of a trained figure skater, she began to spin.

Outside observers would’ve considered the spin of the dragoness herself to appear oddly, paradoxically slow. But as she completed her first rotation, the screeching sound of collapsing sheetrock and steel began to resonate; though Sapphire took enough time to rotate her massive body, the speed with which her equally massive yet outwardly-extended tail sliced into the remaining structures was mind-boggling. Like the world’s largest, deadliest spinning top, Sapphire gradually traveled along the path of her spin, each rotation creating a dust cloud. The tail was a morbidly powerful killing device, able to bisect even the sturdiest of skyscrapers at full speed, with the leaf-like ridges only accentuating the damage done as it utterly pulverized the collapsing material into little more than flying dust and debris and viscera from the dead. Sapphire, meanwhile, felt so impossibly alive, it was unreal. It’s debatable any conscious creature can fail to derive joy from pure, unadulterated spinning, and here she was, the crown jewel of all creation, giving the city and the world a spin it would never forget.

Such a captivating spin it was, Sapphire failed to even notice the sticky fluid she had previously deposited in her candid movements from her undercarriage in the path of the assault. And like a driver lost in the moment, intent on her route, caught in an oil-slick, her lewd discharge on the ground reduced the friction and sent her inertia out of whack, and like a tumbling tower, Sapphire began to fall.

Caught briefly in a state of scrambling for balance, Sapphire did the only thing she knew how to do in times like this: in a reaction so momentary and instinctual, she unfurled her wings completely and flapppped once, sending a massive gust of air to the ground to slow her descent. It did indeed slow, but Sapphire was still falling. In the almost slow motion amount of time between the beginning of her descent and hitting the ground, she gave her wings two more massive flaps. Each flap destructive, each flap wiping clear the surface of the earth beneath her, spreading out from their epicenter like a crater. The destructive gale force winds were able to send even the remains of cars flying. Rubble and debris were more stalwart, but their own upper layers were also channeled elsewhere by the squall, to say nothing of the people caught in the tempest.

As Sapphire alighted back on her feet with nary a scratch on her, she sheepishly announced, “Ah, well, that was a bit embarrassing!” Once again curling her tail up close to her back, Sapphire focused. Listening deeply, her dragon ears scanned the diminished city center.

It truly looked like it had been hit by a tornado, to say nothing of the corkscrew trail on the street from Sapphire’s spin, nor of the footprints made from Sapphire’s crushing crusade. Yet the fact there was still somehow life within these structures irked her. However, with her advanced hearing and near omniscient abilities of perception, Sapphire was able to quickly triangulate the position of the survivors. Deeply nestled in the arc formed by two buildings that had collapsed into one another, lie an unnatural grotto. There, hugging tight, rocking back and forth, crying, and making prayers that could not reach so far as the rock they were concealed in, was Sapphire’s prey.

Sapphire got down on all fours, assuming a far more traditional draconic position. Her long snout sniffed at the column of collapsed rebar and stone before she opened her mouth and began to use it to pick up and spit aside the pieces of rock. Like a feral beast, she used her fangs and her claws to clear a path, and in her heart of hearts she could hear them huddling closer together. How quaint, seeking one another in the face of death.

Light spokes began to poke through the wreckage, until finally, they were unearthed. Several inhuman yelps and shrieks greeted Sapphire as her seemingly glowing azure eyes were staring at her next meal with a deathly determination. Some fainted. Others ran back and tried to dig a tunnel away one handful at a time. All in all, there were still about fifty or so final people trapped here in this convent, and all were at Sapphire’s mercy.

A part of Sapphire wanted to taunt. To gloat. To make fun of their tenacity for life. But the feeling in Sapphire’s loins was beginning to hurt. It was almost physically painful. She simply did not perceive to have the time. And so, in a reckless act of cruelty, Sapphire simply roared an earth-shattering roar, and began to chow down. Her feast was a hackle of bodies and body parts as she took bite after bite, her animalistic speed allowing her to gulp down entire scores of the fleeing humans, despite the lack of room for the dragon’s head to maneuver.

Concurrently, Sapphire’s claws dug deeper, widening the tunnel mouth, making escape for aimless survivors of the initial massacre seem even more possible. But these hopes were quite soon expunged, as Sapphire rested her chin on the floor and quickly grasped the last bundles of humans. Butt in the air, tail wagging in excitement, Sapphire began to stuff those last humans deep into her vagina, unable to wait any longer. Rammed into her increasingly tense clitoris, some were crushed soon after entry. But most survived, survived only to be pulled deeper and deeper into her, their small bodies and her massive size allowing almost endless room for more. It was euphoric; it was unlike anything Sapphire had yet felt. Their squirming and screaming as they drowned and died in her juices was impossible to replicate, and it made her tongue loll out as her fingers pushed the remainder deeper into the event horizon of the black hole that was her eldritch pleasure spot. But it was not merely the insertion; it was the knowledge that no matter what, she would be above these creatures. These puny humans. She was a dragon! And they were no worst than the stains on her left paw print. Even now, Sapphire doubted she could distinguish the brownish red remains of anyone she had crushed from the asphalt. Sapphire was a queen. These humans were there to pleasure her. And she was here to remind them of that fact.

Sapphire’s eyes began to glow. Her lolling tongue, splayed out on the concrete ground, began to freeze the surface it was in contact with. A chill overcame Sapphire, both from pleasure, and a very real weather phenomenon that was charging up as Sapphire came closer and closer to the impossibly distant, yet oh so close point of no return. Her veiny wings unfurled as every muscle in Sapphire’s body tensed, more, and more, and soon...

A deafening roar emanated from the azure dragon.

Anyone who heard it would have undoubtedly ran for cover after it obliterated their eardrums.

Following this roar, however, was a discharge. A discharge of pure frigid energy. In moments following her release, a powerful storm had befallen the city, as every man, woman, child, plant, pet, fish…

Everything.

Within the surrounding twenty miles.

Had its thermal energy utterly stolen from them.

White. Everything around Sapphire was encased in a prison of ice, never from which to return. The snow fell upon this icy graveyard, and Sapphire, still laying quite comfortably on her near-belly, caught her breath.

Ironically, the only entities to survive the nuclear onslaught were those protected from the cold by her own body. They slowly slid out from her vagina in a molasses-like flow, the oxymoronic heat from her release providing just enough of a barrier for the group to descend, encased in her ejaculate, into a viscous pool. Whether any were still alive, barely hanging on, was no cause of concern for Sapphire. She had done what she wanted to do.

Make a toy out of this city.

She would be leaving this dimension soon. Though whether she was to return home or find another society to wreck was a matter of debate. She hadn’t had this much fun in eons.

For that matter… there were plenty more human cities she could level, right?

“Maybe I can…” panted Sapphire, as her eyelids drooped, “stay here for… just a bit longer.”

And she promptly fell asleep, her upright tummy and buttocks once and for all destroying the last remaining signs of life she had yet to definitively obliterate. And she snored.