It seemed everyone in Washington, D.C. had the same idea of how to spend an objectively beautiful spring afternoon.
The National Mall, stretching from the Lincoln Memorial to the Washington Monument on the banks of the Potomac River, was absolutely packed with tourists and D.C. residents alike, enjoying one of the first warm days of the year on the U.S. capital’s famous strip of greenery.
If there were fewer people on the National Mall, perhaps they would’ve had more warning about the impending danger and, in turn, had a better chance to escape. But given how quickly it happened, it likely wouldn’t have made much of a difference.
The rumbling began inside the Lincoln Memorial, but the area was loud enough that it wasn’t noticeable to most. The first sign that something was wrong might’ve been the frantic crowd suddenly running down the steps of the memorial. Moments later, the building shattered into millions of pieces, unable to contain the enormous red dragon that was growing larger by the second.
Shards of marble and granite that had stood for centuries were launched through the air as Pyrozen rose to his new, full height with a tremendous roar. He was a muscular beast with black stripes and a golden mane running down his back. The stunned crowd had a great view of his darker underbelly… and the pink, knotted and ridged shaft already swelling to full mast between his legs.
The arrogant smirk on his muzzle told the civilians below everything they needed to know: He was not remorseful for destroying such an iconic landmark, and he was not going to be gentle with anything that crossed his path.
Pyrozen raised a huge paw high above the National Mall and brought it down again with little regard for whatever ended up underneath it. He was too busy marveling at his enhanced body and reveling in the fear and chaos his mere appearance caused.
The dragon began to walk, carelessly. He took slow strides on all fours. While his body was only a bit shorter in length than the mall’s reflecting pool, he clearly wanted to savor his time here.
Walking on all fours allowed Pyrozen to dip his head toward the ground, where fleeing tourists couldn’t move fast enough to escape even his “slow” pace. He extended his long tongue toward the ground, hungrily licking up pedestrians and even vehicles. “Mmmmm, thanks for leaving all these snacks out for me,” the dragon said with a snicker, enjoying how it felt as each large gulp of food slid down his long throat and into his stomach, forming visible bulges along the way.
Anything in the path of the reptile’s tongue soon found itself gulped down his throat and into his belly. The dragon was unyielding in his hunt, and he only began to feel somewhat full once the entire area had been cleared of both people and smaller structures. He let out a powerful belch that echoed across the now-silent park as his prey settled in his belly.
But Pyrozen had no intentions of stopping there. All throughout his vore spree, the dragon’s cock continued to grow and throb, even beginning to leak large globs of precum as he neared the end of his meal. With his belly sated, Pyrozen was now eager to satisfy his other needs — and right at the other end of the National Mall was the perfect tool to help.
At a bit over 500 feet tall, the Washington Monument was the tallest structure in D.C. — and it still didn’t come anywhere close to Pyrozen’s height. But what it lacked in utility as a measuring tool, it made up for in… other ways.
“A little thin, but it’ll do,” Pyrozen said as he circled the obelisk. It began to dawn on those within a safe viewing distance of the dragon what he intended to do with the monument.
Pyrozen’s tail curled around the tower as he positioned himself above the tower. Then, he gradually began to lower his rear toward the tip of the monument.
The peak of the obelisk rubbed against the dragon’s tight pucker before finally slipping inside, producing a low murr from the beast. Soon, the entire top third had been swallowed by the dragon’s ravenous ass as he lost himself in the feelings of power and bliss.
To think he’d turned one of the most prominent monuments in the country into his own personal dildo — the thought simply increased Pyrozen’s pleasure even more. Soon he was bouncing on the obelisk, letting it sink deep into him and press against his prostate with each low squat. Each time his asscheeks smacked the ground, the city shook with increasingly violent quakes. He cared not a bit what the tiny furries beneath him thought, most watching in horror as the dragon abused this part of their history.
The nearby streets echoed with Pyrozen’s lewd moans as edged closer to his orgasm until, finally, with a deep roar, he let himself unload. Thick ropes of draconic cum shot into the air, arcing high above D.C. until they landed in the National Mall’s Reflecting Pool. The dragon jizz mixed with the water, quickly turning it a milky white as it overflowed the pool’s edges.
After nearly a minute, Pyrozen’s orgasm tapered off, and he huffed with satisfaction as he looked over his handiwork. The National Mall had been covered in his seed, the Lincoln Memorial had been pulverized, and his ass was still clenching around the Washington Monument.
The dragon chuckled. He was just getting started.
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