"Absolute Zero:  Subjugate"
Written by the Dinosorceror of Lava Dome III (Matthew C. Matulaitis)
This story is a prequel to the "Absolute Zero" novella, and contains sexual 
and macrophilic violence.  Reader discretion should be discarded.


"It was the beginning of the rout of civilization, of the massacre of mankind."
							-Wells

April 16th, 1988


	It was all over.  Tim watched as the train pulled away from the 
Warminster train station, his parents aboard.  The family car and the family 
house were now his car and his house for the week.  He tried to hold in his 
elation until the train disappeared from sight, leaving him virtually alone in 
the sunlight.  He then ran back to the car, fumbling the key in the door.
	He had been milling around the train station with his parents for 
almost an hour, waiting for them to board the vehicle that would take them a 
sufficient distance to allow him to have some fun for a change.  He sat in the 
driver's seat of the car with pride, turning on the radio to blare some rock 
music before starting the car itself.  Strange...all he heard was a constant 
tone. "Must be one of those emergency broadcast tests," he muttered as he 
searched quickly for a tape and shoved it into the radio.
	The station wagon screeched across the parking lot, and was soon 
cruising down a two-lane road that ran right through the Naval Air Warfare 
Center nearby.  The center consisted of several research facilities and an 
airfield.  As he turned and traveled the road that hugged the facility, he 
heard a loud rumbling sound from overhead, and a large shadow crossed the road 
before him.  He couldn't wait until they closed this facility, as the constant 
low-flying air traffic could be quite bothersome at times.  Seconds after the 
first shadow, his car and others slowly applied their brakes as they saw at 
least a dozen more silhouettes cross the road.  Tim leaned forward over the 
dashboard to see what acrobatics these planes were performing.
	All the traffic on that road came to a slow halt when they saw the 
sources of the shadows.  A cluster of small, very maneuverable 
craft--definitely not planes--were chasing a single lone craft.  It didn't 
sink into Tim until some form of energy weapon was fired from several ships in 
the group that these were alien spacecraft.
	The lone craft was trying desperately to outmaneuver the group of 
attackers pursuing it, but as Tim watched, it was hit by several of the energy 
blasts, and went plummeting slowly towards a group of houses less than a mile 
away.  He saw a flash from behind the treeline, then heard an unusual 
explosion.
	By this time, Tim and the other drivers on the road had stepped out of 
their vehicles, lured by fascination.  The group of spaceships circled the 
airfield twice, then landed in a rough circle at the end of the runway, the 
closest not more than a hundred feet from where Tim stood.  The craft were 
twice as large as the two fighter planes nearby, each shaped in an oddly 
organic fashion.  Almost immediately, portions of one ship separated from the 
main body, and Tim looked on with incredulous eyes at the pilots...

*	*	*

	"Damn this fucking planet to hell," Preston muttered to himself as he 
tried desperately to avoid destruction from the dozens of particle cannons 
mounted on the enemy ships chasing him.  He dove straight towards the surface 
of the blue-green world, a world he was trying to avoid just hours before.  
When the enemy made its last assault on their mutual homeworld, and also 
turned envious eyes toward this planet, he decided to run.  To be lost in the 
cold void of space for all eternity was a better fate than to remain in the 
center of the hell the enemy was creating around him.  He was the last 
parasaurian alive on his homeworld that he knew of.  He had nearly escaped 
detection in his exodus, but a lone craft, piloted by none other than the 
enemy leader, had identified his pitifully outgunned craft, and had not given 
up the chase since.
	For a time, he considered slamming his ship into the planet's surface, 
but his own undeniable desire for self-preservation made him pull up at the 
last moment.  He was finally hit by several blasts from the growing pack of 
pursuers, and was forced to crash between a few native dwellings.

*	*	*

	Rex grew weary of the hunt, and finally dispatched the pitiful 
creature.  Without waiting for the fool's craft to crash, he began to make 
preparations for the true nature of his visit to this primitive world.
	Trion and Vasalla sat in the two chairs behind Rex, and awaited the 
landing of the craft.  Each was without any protective clothing, as Rex had 
assured them hours ago that they would not be needing it.
	Trion had been one of the few male servants at Rex's palace. He had 
always wondered whether it was the fact that he was a triceratopsian, a race 
traditionally allied with Rex's adversaries, that made his allegiance to their 
cause intriguing enough to warrant his survival and servitude.
	He looked over at Vasalla's attractive, naked form, and began to make 
comparisons in their anatomy, unsure of whether it was to stimulate or 
sidetrack the feelings he was having towards her.  She was a megaraptorian, 
beautifully endowed with shimmering green scales, much brighter than his own 
dull brown.  Unlike his trunked feet, having four blunt toe-claws on the 
front, her feet were narrower, having a heel-claw and three forward claws, the 
innermost one being sharpened and elongated like a sickle.  Their hands, 
however, were similar...three blunted finger-claws and one opposable 
thumb-claw.  Her build was lighter and more lithe than his; and their skulls 
were, of course, vastly different.  His eyes inevitably gazed towards her 
vent, a barely perceptible slit into which his constantly exposed, now erect 
penis would easily penetrate.
	She caught him staring at her, and began to smile.  "Thank you," she 
simply said, hissing and grinning wickedly.  He, of course, quickly stared 
forward and tried in vain to hide his erection.  As Rex's shuttle set down on 
the planet, it cut off a comic statement Vasalla was about to make.
	Rex's carnivorous maw turned around to face them.  "Now is the time 
for you to perform your greatest and most enjoyable task for our cause."  As 
the cockpit to the shuttle was lifted, Rex motioned for Trion and Vasalla to 
exit the craft, leaving him alone in the shuttle.
	As they stepped out of the craft, they looked with a vague interest at 
their surroundings.  The landscape was remarkably plain, and nowhere near 
lived up to the reputation of the inhabitants possessing anything remotely 
comparable to their own level of technology.  As for the inhabitants 
themselves, Trion eventually spotted some on a path nearby, and pointed them 
out to Vasalla.  "What frail, withered creatures," Vasalla remarked as they 
studied the pale beings.
	They both turned back to Rex's ship when they heard the cockpit hiss 
closed, just as he was radioing commands to the other ships of the squadron.  
Moments later, his voice was projected from the hull of the ship.  "Your 
mission here is simple, my warriors.  You are to eliminate any and all forms 
of resistance this civilization has to offer in preparation for our conquest.  
You are to continue the devastation along the coastline until you meet others 
I have dispatched.  I will return in ten planetary rotations to retrieve you." 
 With those words, the squadron's engines powered up, and all the craft began 
to ascend.
	Trion waited for Rex's craft to ascend a few dozen meters, before 
glancing at Vasalla for a response.  His two main horns vibrated nervously as 
Vasalla's gaze met his.  Each was terrified to speak in opposition to their 
leader, but each was thinking similarly.  They had been left--just the two of 
them, naked and unarmed, sans provisions--on an alien world, and been given 
the task to destroy it.  Surely even these pitiful inhabitants would 
eventually amass enough resistance to quickly overcome them.
	They both looked up again at the now rapidly ascending craft, and saw 
that Rex's shuttle was the lowest of the pack.  As they stared, they saw a 
blue ray of energy shoot down from the ship, directed at them.  Their minds 
were filled with fleeting thoughts of suspected treachery and summary 
execution when the beam enveloped them, and they grasped each other.  Closing 
their eyes, they awaited the unjust punishment.
	After realizing they had not been disintegrated, Trion opened his eyes 
first, and saw something miraculous.  Both himself and Vasalla were growing in 
size!  Notions of treachery left his mind as he realized...this was it!  This 
was the rumored weapon that Rex had acquired from his adversaries that would 
ensure the dominance of their cause!  A device that could warp reality and 
change the size of matter!  He quickly gave Vasalla a kiss in his elation, and 
she opened her eyes, stunned at the receding world below them.  She quickly 
jerked her muzzle back from his, and shouted, "What is happening?"  Trion 
simply looked back at her, with a smile.  "We have been given a great honor."
	Over the course of a few more moments, just at the point when they 
thought the planet below them couldn't possibly become more detailed, the beam 
faded, and they looked back up at Rex's tiny shuttle, now just out of arm's 
reach.  "Ten days," his faint voice emanated from the hull, then he rejoined 
the squadron and streaked through the upper atmosphere.
	Trion was the first to look down at the world below him, grinning.  
The area that had been taken up by the squadron on the ground now fit almost 
entirely in the space one of his toe claws now occupied.  As he looked around, 
he saw that  it was like standing on a map.  The only structures in his field 
of vision that even seemed to stand out from the ground were located at the 
edge of the horizon.  He could clearly see the curvature of the planet he was 
standing upon!  His gaze eventually settled on Vasalla's face again.  "It's 
time to claim this world as our own," he boomed, and she simply smiled in 
reply.

*	*	*

	Tim, unlike the other passengers of the road, remained completely 
silent at the sight of the creatures that stepped out of the ships.  
Dinosaurs...upright, walking, sentient dinosaurs!  One looked exactly like a 
cross between a human and a Triceratops, and the other...the other he couldn't 
quite identify, but it looked like some type of carnosaur.  Both stood almost 
twice as tall as he did, and then he realized...both were without 
clothing...and...the one had genitalia that looked so much like his own!  How 
was this possible?  Is this the result of some sort of secret government 
genetics experiment gone awry?  As Tim continued to stare, not daring to 
blink, he felt a vehicle narrowly miss him as it veered off the road and drove 
across the empty field behind him, in an attempt to flee.
	As the squadron of craft began to ascend, he was also curious as to 
why those two creatures had been left behind.  He could almost read the 
worried expressions on the two creatures' faces...and the surprise as a blue 
beam from above enveloped them.  If the sight of these creatures wasn't enough 
to shock him, watching them grow larger and larger with each breath he took 
was.
	Tim slowly began to back away from his car, the last and slowest of 
the drivers to do so.  Still fixing his gaze on the towering heads above him, 
he tripped on the incline on the other side of the road, and lay paralyzed 
with fear on his back.  As the huge scaled foot of the Triceratops expanded, 
it reached the fence surrounding the base, flattening it as the creature began 
to compress the ground beneath it further and further.  The heel of the 
creature now began to stretch across the road, sucking Tim's station wagon 
beneath it, and was about to reach Tim's legs when the blue glow surrounding 
the mountain before him dissipated, leaving only a faint smell of ozone.  
Blocking out the sounds of screaming people, compacting and shifting earth, 
and a thumping heartbeat from the wall of flesh before him, he gazed up at the 
goliath.  The creature was easily a mile tall.  The massive foot that subdued 
the ground before him had to be a hundred feet long.  The view from the 
giant's heel was so distorted, it was difficult for him to make out the 
features of the behemoth...

*	*	*

	Trion motioned for Vasalla to stand by his side, and as she took her 
first step, they both realized their incredible power.  As she lifted her 
sickled foot, a small cloud of dust was generated beneath her sole by the 
displacement of air.  She thought that she had planted her first step rather 
gently, but the open ground of the airfield buckled, leveled by her step.  
Three irregular cracks split the earth as her foot sank into the soft ground, 
and the shockwaves of the impact shook the tiny, two-story buildings nearest 
the base to ruin.  Again, a small dust cloud was generated around her ankle, 
as if she was walking on a field of compressed talc.
	Trion grinned at her achievement, and decided to top her.  He crouched 
down, jumped up as high as possible, using Vasalla's shoulder for leverage, 
and landed a few steps' distance ahead.  His two mountainous feet sank almost 
to his ankle in the ground, and they saw the earth around him ripple as if it 
were water.  Buildings nearby were blown to splinters as the ground beneath 
them rose and fell.  As the end of Trion's tail connected with the ground, it 
pulverized another cluster of buildings beneath it, destruction he was 
completely unaware of.
	Trion smiled to Vasalla.  "I suppose we shall have to tread carefully, 
if we are to make this world last long enough for us to enjoy it!" he bellowed.
	"Speak for yourself!" she hissed, as she swept her right foot low 
across the terrain, her sickle sweeping through dozens of buildings.  As a few 
of the ruins seemed to pop with tiny explosions and burst into flames, she at 
last noticed a few microscopic creatures writhing on the ground, and a few 
more on her curved claw.  "My, I had almost forgotten!" she growled with 
pleasure, and sat down to admire her work, flattening acres of land.  She 
brought her clawfoot to her face, ecstatic at the sight of three squirming 
creatures trying to maintain their hold of her blood-stained claw.  Each was 
missing at least one limb, and she wondered why they bothered to struggle at 
all, knowing that they would surely die in moments.  She extended her thick, 
foaming tongue, and as it approached her claw, she saw that one creature had 
wisely plummeted to the ground before his companions were mashed against her 
tongue.  She stroked her tongue along the surface of her claw, and found the 
taste of the creatures' blood to be quite satisfying, despite being peppered 
by debris.
	Trion bent down to examine the few scurrying creatures left standing 
near his own feet.  He tried to catch their scent, but as he inhaled, a cloud 
of debris as well as a few of the creatures themselves were drawn into his 
nostrils.  He stood up quickly, and snorted them out, pulverizing the 
irritants and sending them flying an undetermined distance.
	Trion humphed.  "We shall certainly have to travel to a greater 
concentration of these insects if we are to be sustained by them."
	Vasalla barely heard him, as she was on her hands and knees, licking 
her tongue across one of the paths the creatures had constructed for travel in 
vehicles, enjoying the burst of salty blood that was created when a small 
metal box containing them would be crushed beneath its weight.  "Quite," she 
replied, withdrawing her tongue.  "We shall herd them like ants, and harvest 
them like livestock!"  As she leaned back, she looked at where her clawhands 
were resting on the ground, and was quite surprised to see some of the 
creatures actually crawling up her massive talons.  "Indeed, they are quite 
eager to be devoured!"  She lifted her hands carefully as she knelt upright, 
then slammed them together, turning the creatures in her palms to a thin 
paste, and crushing the bones of the ones on the outside from the force of the 
impact.  She watched as their limp bodies fell to the ground, then opened her 
palms and cleaned the remains of the rest with her blood-soaked tongue.  As 
she began to stand, her tail writhed back and forth, leveling a tract of land 
like a great windshield wiper.
	Trion walked to her side, and offered her a clawhand to help her to 
her feet.  "Come, my dear...let us waste no time.  I have a feeling that when 
we have been here ten days, we will be very reluctant to leave."
	They strode along one of the creatures' thin paths, laughing as the 
tiny vehicles tried in vain to escape their unimaginably massive clawfeet...

*	*	*

	Tim was drawn a dozen feet into the air as the gigantic Triceratops' 
foot rose quickly in front of him, as if he was a light piece of dust by its 
side.  The sky and ground swirled and blurred, and within moments he found 
himself wedged painfully in the branches of a tree, several yards from where 
he had been.  As the behemoth landed again, he watched the ground roll up to 
him, and again he was tossed into the air, this time landing face up on a 
freshly cut field.  He felt his spine contort unnaturally, and found he could 
not scream to release the pain.  He was unable to understand the booming alien 
tongue they were speaking, but he could easily imagine the sadistic dialogue.  
His eyes followed the movements of the two giants like a crippled insect, and 
began to smell something foul.  He finally identified the carnosaur as a 
female, as her gigantic size made her vaginal slit high above him more 
obvious.  He watched paralyzed as she sat down like a mountain falling around 
him, and it seemed as if the giantess was staring directly down at him.  As 
his vision began to fade, he watched her raise a clawfoot to her mouth, 
cleansing it...then she placed her tongue down a few hundred feet before him, 
drawing up earth and people and buildings against its moist, sticky taste 
buds.  As Tim was swept up on her tongue, into her mouth, he wondered if the 
creature would even taste him as he felt the enzymes in her saliva tingle on 
his bruised flesh.

*	*	*

	Preston lay in his cockpit with a bruised leg, and after resting for a 
few moments was about to climb out of the smoking wreckage when he saw the 
glowing blue giants growing above him.  "By the Egg...what _is_ that?" he 
whispered to himself as he stumbled out of his shuttle.  As the towering 
creatures reached a gargantuan size, he was momentarily distracted by the 
native inhabitants of the planet clustered around him, before the unbelievably 
massive triceratopsian jumped and planted his mountainous feet on either side 
of his location.
	The simultaneous pulse from the two clawfeet sent debris, natives, and 
Preston sailing directly into the air a few yards.  Preston was able to land 
properly and survive the fall, despite his wounded leg, but the frail 
creatures around him were not so lucky.  They screamed in agony around him, as 
they all stared up at the crotch of the creature, hundreds of feet above them. 
 Preston swallowed with disgust as he saw the towering erect penis above him, 
knowing that the gigantic bastard was enjoying this destruction immensely.
	Preston stood and turned to retrieve a handgun from the wreckage of 
his shuttle, but discovered that the impact  of the ceratopsian clawfeet had 
caused the remains to burst into flame.  The wails of torment from the 
creatures lost in the rubble around him only increased his frustration, and as 
he was about to silence the nearest with his own clawfoot, the giants began to 
move again, and he was brought to his knees by the seismic disturbances. He 
fell upon his intended victim instead, crushing its ribcage flat.  Ignoring 
the bloody mass beneath him, Preston looked up to see the ominous shadow of a 
massive clawfoot pass over him, raining debris and gore down upon him...

*	*	*

	The game Trion and Vasalla were playing had yet to tire them.  With 
each step they took along the creatures' path, they sensed and heard the 
urgency of those trapped beneath the weight of their shadows to escape.  
Occasionally, they would pause their trip to see how many of the creatures had 
reached the relative safety of the crotches of their toeclaws during their 
stompfest; and whereas Vasalla would lick the parasites clean, Trion simply 
wiggled his toes and ground his victims to jelly.
	"It's too bad they don't understand our language, Trion," Vasalla 
pouted as she sat momentarily to rest.  The effort of propelling her massive 
body through the thick atmosphere was beginning to tire her.  "We could have 
even _more_ fun teasing them."
	Trion grinned.  "Somehow, I think fear is a universal language."  He 
bent down to his knees, elevating his tail...to the relief of thousands behind 
him...and placing his foreclaws down indiscriminately alongside the path they 
were traveling.  He eyed the scurrying ants below him, just within his 
tongue's reach.  "I think you all know perfectly well the fate awaiting you, 
don't you, little ones?"  To his surprise, the pack of bugs beneath him 
stopped and gazed up at his unimaginably large head.  Trion smiled, and 
whispered, "Perhaps we will give you a choice.  Which among you would prefer 
to be eaten?"  He remained silent and motionless for what seemed like an 
eternity, then saw a handful of the creatures bolt from the pack, undoubtedly 
due to a welling fear.  He extended his tongue and nimbly crushed them, 
drawing them into his cavernous mouth.  He was pleased to see that the others 
had remained paralyzed.  "Very well," he continued.  "I can only assume that 
the remainder of you would like to be crushed."  He quickly stood and raised a 
massive clawfoot over their heads.  "I'll make you a deal...if you can gather 
enough of your microscopic comrades to support the weight of my foot, I will 
spare you!"  Unfortunately, they truly did _not_ understand his words, and as 
Trion lowered his clawfoot, he saw some of them bolt from underneath it.  He 
tried to imagine what it was like to have a gigantic creature, such as he now 
was, step upon you...and feelings such a thought generated increased his 
pleasure threefold.  His erection was beginning to be painful.
	He roared with disappointment at the escaping bugs, and lifted his 
foot higher and to the side, then lowering it again, gently stomping around 
the central pack that had not fled; he crushed only those who were trying to 
escape.  In the meantime, Vasalla had crawled to Trion's side to watch the 
antics, her eyes wide with delight.
	"See?" he beamed down at Vasalla.  "They _can_ be trained!"  Trion 
then knelt alongside Vasalla, and their huge grinning faces pondered the small 
pack of creatures, on their island of safety amidst a sea of destruction.  "I 
guess they have earned their freedom," he told Vasalla.
	"Let's help them on their way," she replied, grinning.  She drew in a 
deep breath, and began to blow on them, with Trion soon following suit.  The 
pack was dispersed, sent asunder along with debris from buildings and 
vehicles.  They watched as the tiny frail bodies soared through the air like 
seeds on the wind, splattering against the sides of the few buildings that 
still stood.
	They laughed at their accomplishment, then embraced in a brief kiss.  
Trion broke off the kiss quickly, explaining, "We will save our celebration 
for tonight."  Vasalla nodded and smiled, and they stood again.
	"There...down that river.  There are buildings _there_ worthy of our 
destruction!" pointed Trion.  "They should house a sufficient number of 
creatures to satisfy even _our_ hunger!"
	Vasalla purred, her tail slamming the structures behind her to rubble. 
 "Let us not delay, then...I yearn for the feast!"  They quickened their pace 
along the river, using up a great deal of energy to maintain their speed 
through the atmosphere.  The game was delayed temporarily; thousands of the 
natives were pulverized without care or forethought as they both were eager to 
reach what could only be termed a "city" before them, a region sure to have 
large concentrations of natives to satisfy their growing hunger.  They yearned 
for a greater game.
	The path the natives used their vehicles on grew wider and wider, and 
was now littered with gridlocked traffic.  When they were but a few strides 
from the tallest buildings, they both paused to look down at the panic they 
were responsible for.  The planet's star was three-fourths of its path across 
the horizon, and they saw an incomprehensible number of  creatures and 
vehicles in the long, dark shadows at their feet.  The buildings were 
unlit...the only artificial light came from the tiny vehicles the microscopic 
beings used to travel.  Trion wiggled his toeclaws, scooping up the tiny craft 
and flattening them.  Every so often one would burst into flame, roasting the 
occupants.  "I don't wish to eat so much metal just to devour a few insects," 
Trion remarked.
	"Nor do I," Vasalla replied.  "I think our best option would be to 
rout them from those towers onto the ground below."
	Trion nodded, another vehicle exploding between his toes.  "I know a 
good way to accomplish that."  He quickly kicked away the debris.  "Entertain 
yourself for just a little while longer, my dear, and I will conjure a feast!" 
 He kissed her on her handclaw, and strode almost cautiously towards the 
tallest buildings, apparently in an effort to keep them intact for the time 
being.
	Vasalla sighed, and turned her attention to the noisy mob between her 
legs.  "What game shall we play, little ones?" she grinned, huge pondfuls of 
saliva dripping from her jaw to the bugs below, crushing and drowning them.  
She saw lights flashing from the corner of her left eye...and saw big toys!
	Several bridges spanned the river, each different from the others.  
Vasalla grinned, and stepped into the river to approach them.  The river 
appeared to be broad and shallow, but it had a deep channel in the center, 
almost as if it had been cut, and she stumbled...her head and arms crashing 
against the opposite shoreline.   Water was vaulted high into the air on all 
sides of her, washing away the few boats that had been foolish enough to 
traverse the river...and only one bridge survived the wave.  As she opened her 
eyes, she saw that her head had landed on a few white, pill-shaped drums, and 
her muzzle was coated with a foul-smelling, black liquid...it tasted like tar. 
 She spit it forth in disgust, and it caught a flame in the distance, flashing 
back to her muzzle.  Roaring in anger, she thrust herself upright, then gouged 
her flaming nose into the now muddy river to extinguish it.  She calmed a few 
seconds later, and eyed the flaming shoreline.  Raising her huge clawfeet 
again and again, she pulverized the flames, sending shockwaves that crumbled 
every building she could see on the shore.  The pain and anger subsided, and 
she began to feel playful again; she vaulted into the air, landing with the 
force of an atomic detonation on her stomach, then began to roll to feel the 
debris crumble further beneath her unimaginable weight.  She savored every 
crunch, every scream, every explosion she caused, and delighted in it in ways 
she'd never felt before.  When she grew tired from the energy expenditure, she 
slowly stood, and saw that the entire shoreline had been transformed into a 
monotonous brown-grey field of ash, speckled by a few fires.  She sat upright, 
lazily crushing any movement she saw with her huge sickle claw on her massive 
clawfoot, and caught her breath.  She was covered in debris and blood, and the 
stench of death was everywhere; she licked her muzzle in ultimate satisfaction.
	She turned to face the side of the city that Trion was on, and saw to 
her absolute amazement the one blue bridge that remained to connect the sides. 
 She crawled slowly, carefully on her hands and knees towards it, laying her 
head down at its end to eye the length of it.  Several of the cables that 
supported it had snapped, but it still managed to carry hundreds of fleeing 
natives across its span.  "Don't run away, little ones," Vasalla teased, her 
hot breath washing a dozen of the ants from the bridge, into the mud far 
below.  She snorted in delight, and playfully sank them into the mire with a 
foreclaw, leaving huge conical divots in the riverbed.  She then reached her 
arms out to the other end of the span, separating and lifting it from the 
opposing shore.  She smiled, amazed that the structure did not simply 
disintegrate in her grasp.
	The crowd of the natives knew their fate, she sensed.  As the bridge 
tilted higher and higher, she opened her jaw at the base of it.  Before many 
had the sense to jump into the mud below, the angle became sufficient for all 
the natives and their vehicles to simultaneously slide down towards her 
pulsating, frothing tongue.  It was a perfect plan...the vehicles stopped as 
they reached the fence formed by her stalagmitesque fangs, but the natives 
slipped through or flipped over, entering her maw.
	As the landslide stopped, she quickly dropped the end of the bridge, 
and the span finally collapsed to shards of blue metal, almost as if in 
relief.  She stood quickly, her jaw still slightly open, almost chuckling as 
the natives writhed under her tongue and between her teeth and gums.  She 
inhaled gently, and monitored the airspace below her for natives who chose to 
jump.  Sure enough, two decided to insult her, to reject the honor of death in 
her stomach by jumping.  She clapped her foreclaws before her chest as if 
crushing two flies.  Not waiting to see if any more insects would cause her to 
suffer further indignity, she tilted her head back, writhing her tongue in her 
mouth.  Her maw flooded with saliva, and just before the tiny creatures 
drowned, their struggling nearly ceased...she swallowed.  Her sensitive 
esophagus detected every final death spasm of her meal as their already 
disintegrating carcasses slipped easily into her stomach.  She forced a belch, 
to savor their taste one final time.
	But still, this was but an appetizer.  She turned her gaze to Trion 
once more, to discover what he had planned to do to gather a meal worthy of 
them.
	Trion had carefully circled the center of the city, in an effort to 
form a moat.  His massive feet slowly crushed the smaller buildings around the 
towering ones, creating deep craters that made a continuous arc of footprints. 
 He did notice that the creatures did indeed see what he was planning, to his 
amazement, and he had to hurry to complete the circle to prevent the majority 
from escaping.  Reasoning that the insects couldn't swim...after all, they had 
to build bridges to cross the river...he gouged a short canal and filled the 
moat with water from the river.  It flooded quickly, drowning the few bugs 
that had already begun to climb down in to the channel to escape.  Trion 
smiled at his handiwork, then turned his attention to the island of buildings, 
nearly as tall as himself.
	He knew that the bugs wouldn't understand him if he threatened them, 
so he chose a non-verbal method to entice them to leave their tall hives.  He 
had a gift that all of his ceratopsian race had:  he could concentrate and 
vibrate his horns at specific frequencies.  He tilted his head down, and 
pointed them towards the buildings.  Inaudibly, sonic waves began to pummel 
the concrete towers, causing them to shudder and the glass on the surface of 
them to shatter.  The crowd that had already formed in the narrow passageways 
between the towers were showered with a deadly rain.
	As Vasalla thundered to his side, he stopped the aural deluge, and sat 
down with her.  A small building thrust itself rudely into Vasalla's slit as 
she sat, and she ground her hips to remove the annoyance, her vaginal muscles 
expelling the gory debris.
	Trion nuzzled her chest with his cheek.  "We shall wait a few moments 
for the towers to empty, then we will feast on a well-earned banquet," he 
murmured.

*	*	*

	Preston was a runner.  He had won many competitions as a youth, but 
never pursued an athletic career.  Now, however, the prowess of his legs was 
going to save his life, despite his injuries.
	As the two giants strode over him and away, he stopped momentarily to 
survey the damage they had caused.  The clawfoot craters were so massive that 
from ground level, it was impossible to determine their orientation.  Rubble 
and debris were everywhere, and sporadic fires became visible on the horizon.  
He knew that he would have to wait a long time for the giants to leave his 
line of sight, so he began to run in earnest as soon as he gathered his 
stamina.
	He found it easier to run perpendicular to the fleeing mass of natives 
and their vehicles that it was to run with them.  It didn't matter to 
him--whether he was running directly away from the destruction or at an angle 
to it, he would still increase the distance between he and it.  He followed 
along one of the creatures' smaller paths, which had already been forsaken by 
them for larger thoroughfares.  He even disconnected his senses for short 
periods, enjoying the silence.  He had lost self-awareness for quite some 
time, his rhythmic footfalls inducing a trance, completely unaware of the 
occasional stray, unfortunate creature in his path.  When a pain of hunger 
finally stirred within him, he broke his meditation...and discovered he was 
amidst towering stone, glass, and metal structures.
	He gasped and began to notice the reactions of the startled natives 
around him.  He then scanned what sky was visible from his vantage point for 
the giants...and saw nothing.  His sensitive ears could hear nothing but the 
shouts of the creatures milling about him, and the obnoxious noise their 
vehicles made.  Sighing in the relative safety of the situation, he quickly 
pushed aside the meaningless beings, and ran in search of an obscure area to 
hide for a time, to rest and perhaps even search for something to eat.

*	*	*

	"Allow me to serve you, my dear," Trion offered.
	After satisfied that the crippled stone towers were sufficiently 
empty, they both began chopping them off from top to bottom with lashes of 
their tails, as if harvesting sugar cane.  They desired easier access to the 
narrow causeways the microbes milled in.  The debris rained miles away, and 
kept their swarming crop directly below relatively safe from harm.  The stumps 
of the towers were easily removed by hand, as were the few remaining 
vehicles...leaving a flat, oval island teeming with tiny life, waiting to 
service their hunger.
	Trion wasted no starlight and flexed his foreclaw flat, pressing it 
down amidst a portion of the milling mob.  Their bodies resisted his 
irresistible strength in jest momentarily, then popped and crunched into a 
meaty paste within seconds.  He carefully flipped his claw palm side up, and 
presented it to Vasalla.
	The twitching mass before her was so enticing that she nearly drew 
blood from Trion's hand in transferring it to her stomach.  After swallowing, 
she reciprocated by slowly lowering her foot onto another section of the 
island.  Closing her eyes to concentrate on the sensations her soft, scaly 
sole was receiving, it felt as if a thousand hands were massaging her.  As a 
few of the braver creatures began to wiggle up between her mountainous 
toeclaws, she pressed down harder, feeling the massage turn into a fierce 
thrashing for survival.  She wiggled her toes to crush the daring, then 
pressed down flat to the earth below, twisting ever so slightly to spread the 
gore evenly.  "Dinner is served," she jested, presenting her blood red sole to 
Trion.
	He licked his lips, then drew her tongue in a straight line along her 
sole, from her heel to her curved talonclaw.  He drew the sickle into his 
mouth completely, washing it clean of food.
	Trion's foot and Vasalla's tail served as two more serving areas, and 
more than half of their cattle had been devoured.  As Trion was suckling the 
tip of Vasalla's tail, she gazed at him with wanton eyes.  He knew what he 
wanted as well as she did, and he wasted no time in mounting her.  His penis 
had been erect ever since they had arrived on this insignificant planet, and 
it was about time it received satisfaction.
	Trion was about to penetrate her slit, when Vasalla spoke, halting his 
descent.  "Wait.  I prefer to be lubricated," she purred, and casually reached 
over to the island, removing half of the remaining creatures in one massive 
foreclaw.   She spread them as gently as she could over both his penis and her 
crotch, trying to insure that most of them were still living.  In the fading 
starlight, dozens of tiny creatures clung to Trion's penis as it descended 
into the crowd surrounding Vasalla's vaginal slit.
	Vasalla dilated as far as possible, to prevent  the insects from 
sliding off Trion's penis, and she succeeded to a great extent.  Trion slowly 
descended into her, and as his belly met hers, the lubrication was 
instantaneous.  The crowd between Vasalla's legs was instantly liquefied, and 
the sensation caused Vasalla to contract her vaginal walls around Trion's 
penis, producing further immediate lubrication from within.  With all the 
creatures pulverized, Trion pumped harder and harder, his blunt foreclaws 
digging into Vasalla's shoulders.  They alternated roars that shattered glass 
and crumbled the remaining debris around them for miles, and when Trion 
finally orgasmed within Vasalla, she had sunk deep into the soft earth from 
his pelvic thrusts.  She came moments later, and a flood of white life flowed 
from their union, tinted a light shade of red.
	Vasalla arched up and began to lick up the pool as Trion withdrew, 
standing and roaring in triumph.  Vasalla collapsed on her back again as Trion 
stomped around the island he had created in a victory march.  "We are the 
masters of worlds, Vasalla!  Anything we desire shall be ours!"  Vasalla could 
do nothing but grin and pant in reply for a few moments, then sat up.  "But I 
must rest now, my love.  I am weary from the exertion."
	Trion stopped suddenly, and his mind shifted to a caring, supportive 
role.  "Of course, my dear," he said, kneeling in the powdered stone next to 
her, then sitting beside her.  "We have nine more days of pleasure like this 
to savor."
	They sat and glowed in their accomplishment, a flat grey and brown 
plain slowly getting darker as the planet's star went below the horizon.  
Vasalla then bent over to the water in the moat, having partially clarified 
from being untouched for a short time, and drank heavily, completely unaware 
of the dozens of escaping natives she swallowed.  Trion also quenched his 
thirst, then wiping his maw, spoke.  "There are still creatures left.  What 
shall become of them?" he asked Vasalla.
	She used her arms to herd the remaining ants from the wide island into 
as small an area as possible.  "Let me try to educate the ignorant microbes 
this time."  Trion sat back, crossing his arms.  "Well, I don't think I had 
all that much luck myself...these bugs are only good for food...and 
lubrication.  But if you insist," he chuckled, even his softest laugh echoing 
for an eternity.
	It was getting harder and harder to see the tiny creatures in the 
fading light, but Vasalla stood fully upright and again held her unimaginably 
large clawfoot over the weak crowd.  "If you run from me, I shall squash you 
like the vermin you are," she sneered from high above.  Surely enough, small 
groups were running away from beneath her ominous shadow.  Like a jackhammer, 
she quickly pounded her foot around the main crowd, turning the fleeing bugs 
into a sticky red film on her sole, which she nonchalantly licked off.  Within 
moments, her foot hovered over them again, the few dozen remaining living 
creatures for miles.
	"If you run from me now, I will spare you," she teased, watching and 
waiting for them to run.  Almost a minute passed, and she was about to give up 
and finish her final lesson, when a lone figure darted out from her instep.

*	*	*

	"Stupid fools!  If you don't run now, you'll die!" Preston shouted.  
Even if his voice had been loud enough to perceive, his cries were deadened to 
the giant's ears by her huge clawfoot looming within reach overhead.  He 
tugged at a few of the humans, but they remained motionless, unwilling to 
move...not understanding anything the giant, nor this similar but normal-sized 
alien said.  Knowing she would not wait much longer, he dashed from beneath 
her clawfoot just as it descended on the remaining survivors of the island.
	The air displaced by the impact tumbled Preston to the ground.  He 
quickly righted himself, and felt as if he was being crushed after all...by 
the weight of the gaze from the enormous eyes far above him.  It was 
apparently too dark now, and he was apparently too small for her to recognize 
him as someone from her own planet; he wasn't sure if he should be thankful of 
this fact or not.

*	*	*

	Vasalla was about to bend down and pick up the one intelligent microbe 
she had managed to train, perhaps even keep it as a pet, when Trion's foot 
filled her vision, flattening the lone insect.  She looked with half-hearted 
rage up at his three-horned face, and fumed at his wicked smile.
	"I don't desire to play seconds to a piece of fungus," he commanded.  
"You will devote your attention to me, and me alone."
	Vasalla's hatred turned almost instantly to intense lust, and she 
embraced his waist, her mouth teasing his penis into an aroused state once 
more.  She knew that although she was an unstoppable goddess to these tiny, 
insignificant creatures that lived in her playground, she, too, had a deity to 
worship.



Final edition of this text compiled at 11:00pm, October 24th, 1995 by the 
Dinosorceror of Lava Dome III.  Anyone who doesn't know why "Preston" was 
named as such just isn't a true macro.  :)  Preston.  Pressed on?  Oh, 
nevermind.