Part 6: Dragonult Tault - - - 3 - - - & Thy DieTiantan!!!!!

 Part 6: Dragonult Tault - - - 3 - - - & Thy DieTiantan!!!!!

The moment Rom spoiled the Universe Conclusion to Dragonult, gleeking a fountain stream arking directly to bounce and play upon the drums of Dragons ears; Dragonult went Crazy!

Dun Destroyed til desolate and all hope seemed lost. :( 

Dragonult when he first awoke believed he had been born as a god.

He lifted a claw and saw his sights of desire. He thunk up a quandary and the answers would splatter straight upon his eyes. He awoke complete and strong as an entity of Tri within and outside and designed by Trioxis himself. He was designed with the power to destroy Dezervers. And any interuniversal Beast of beauty that may dare ta saunter forth his gaze, he was equipped to hunt and kill. Excite and thrill. Discover and spill. All every and will. 

Dragons thought he was a Rival of Trioxis, he thought at first he was an equivalent.

And when he first awoke not too shortly after Rom, he found exactly what he thought.

He took one step and the ground obeyed him below. He stomped once more and the atoms belt down their support. And carried the mightliest Dragon to Hights of glories peek. He flew off Cardinal desires, Jays, Blue, Crow song spewn. Right, left, here in the entrance hall he stacked him high a pile of gold, a mountain of shimmer, a lake invert of plunder rich.

And he flew through the atomic air and laiden high upon it.

Then A cloud appeared within his one side tentikline mouth.

Sparks and streamers began to sound, light bulbs crack and popping bright. Crackling waves of angry elemental desires of wire and connection. Electronic components unrusting to sheen crome smoothly invisably oiled push superpumping overpowered serket fuse smoldering systems to the absolute excess. Telephone transmission tampertricked until bursting with everything that blinks neon and shoots fireworks with a single drop sizzle pop destroyed enormous, loud, pinpoi accurate, bold, bright and mean. 

A burst of power erupting from within him strong and unstoppable. 

A yellow flash of endless bright, zig zag zig zag smakin up the everything around he. Lightning jolting his joints a plenty into joyous prance upon n round his shiny ¢risened chamberchair.

Then the molten tunnel cavities of his other side mouth began to sputter and spert once more. Though this time with ember tinder stacked. Kindlin layn neat under logs plopen just right, sticks spun together at super sonics. Steamers smoke directly at the face of the prettiest specimen he could come upon. (Now Professor.) And then with a true blast of polesliders spout an !nferno of Fire blasterd long and high in beaming proud smoldering crowds and coins a plenty and spewn ugly, hot, and sticky, stinky, sinking smushing down into and until the roar of red inspired a pool of gold solidifying in the lefternmost section of the entrance room of the Trioxis Space station.

Dragonult Could Breathe Fire and Lightning, and he could Fly. He could stomp a soft tread and send anything anywhere he wanted. He could not find anything he wanted to but could not do. He couldn’t see anything he was incapable of. Rom had already exited the entrance room by the time Dragonult awoke. The only thing Dragonult had seen other than him distinctly was the Trioxis Space station and the flickering die of Himself seen on the right side of the entrance part of the circular entrance hall of the space station which circles the station on all sides, showing windows of Trioxis star/galazi/galaxy shine. He daint finger Brother Rumble. Lie-igh Rompert.

Of course from their perspective outside of Trioxis there are no physical photons reaching all the way from inside Trioxis to shine this image of themselves through these windows into the station, this image is perfectly projected accurately upon these infinitely deceptive windows. Maintaining. Meaning that if they actually looked out from their perspective here they wouldn't see anything, as no physical light would be reaching them yet, although it is seen to all within the station exactly what they would be seeing if the light was reaching them. This also means everything they see is what is happening at that exact moment in time, and not what was happening however long the light took to travel there ago. As no light reaches outside Trioxis.

Dragonult looks around for anything to do, anything to be. (Hot sexy Door, sloppy hole stiffed.)

There are a couple things that Dragonult knows/believes at this time. 

Not everything within him is exactly correct. Yep.

He believes he is a god. Nope.

He believes his power is infinite. Nope.

He knows of Trioxis, He can see his goal has something to do with Trioxis at this time, he has not yet realized that he has not yet fully seen his goal, he has not realized he hasn’t looked into it yet, he has been so busy trying to prove himself a god he hasn’t looked inside himself to check whether this is what is written within him. 

He Flies.

He Breathes Fire and Lightning.

He decides to xplore.

Because he is an entity that exists he is able to enter and open the doors into the different rooms of the station. Or not, for DT had horns for the Door itself. No handle squeeze for he.

Rom had already floated gently swooned through these halls prior to Dragonult. He was a quickie with his plane and the such of discovery. Ignorancies inspiration. Swapin bits of himself and no others in and out and in and out in an edge of existence of which the tickle was too intense to the degree that Trioxis himself, under it’s direct temptation, couldn’t help but spit a handful a prees. 

Dragon sees many rooms and many options for a god to choose. He has not realized that he himself did not create what he saw before him, and if he a true god would not be so?

He sees a god as one would a king. Not a creator but a ruler, not who must govern and dictate but who shal suck up sextaxing and enjoy spoil of under. And thus he plundered the atoms. He stole their newborn electrons in a kidnapping feast and committed murder and violent adultery with their Neutrons, He dun dick longed and pussy slopped, pressure pointed, and sexually destroyed every pretty little proton he could squeeze his dirty perverted claws round da honker of. He dominated and power bottomed every molecular relationship within the door out of the entrance hall. He felt no need to swing them hinges wide, fir he had a plan for the night, he would slide through the door, for he, nor we, were a god, and could do and fuck all he pleased. So he step a spoindlbober toe, anklet, moon tipped tuh da knee clacks, Knees touching of course, swinging his heals to either side circular, with the tovenistic key klacks spraying away the dust off the depths of his cranial lizardical Fishing-(O)-line\/spin/\click\/baitewinding-stem. (Lesser Lud.) Next came his hips, an anchor sturdy swingset swooping around and off their feet any and every pleasure driven spec of insignificant with the minimum ability to see and desire. (Every single atomic particle of the door he was having sexual intercourse with.) Ripe with stories and secrets insymmetrically smooth indents marks and scars, spelling out more and selectability soarn true, that no skinny smoothback could dream within close competition. 

A waste of a waist, tooben torso titties muscular, spirallying inverted, bellybutton as if bouta bursting plump powered proudly outward, bussom of boobies floping upwards and inside so that no one gets hurt. Chizled abbs of dozens on hundreds, millions of microscopic muscles each rigid with distinct angular definition. As he squeezes through the closed door still working his way through this door to exit this entrance hall. (Pelted.) Pectorals a plenty, with the sweat of the billions of interatomic orgasms he is giving and receiving building up glinting musk smells of sweet and sitric pheremones in small explosions of the nonexistant passers by.

He shuts up and does it already.

He shoves his big fat meaty claw riddled hand right inside. He fists the flaccid door and superspeeds that pecker straight at the north star. Nuckles cracking in extreme delight and pain. Bones stretching and organs being crushed open. Femers straining for brain elation. Forward he sends in his forearm. Up and deeper into the door he digs his hand, he fiddles with his fingers and flushes out all of todays stresses and complaints. Delicate! He fans out and forces onward ferocious viscosity gentle as each end and begin with rough and swift in betweens. Elbow elongates n exposes itself to a group of nonexistancet unsuspecting unconsenting passers by, giggles, snorts, Sheds a Tear in accordance with every known color of the english alphabet, and dives even deeper down into the bowels and internal existences of the double doors that Dragonult refuses to literally just open, but no, for some stupid fucking reason Dragonult over here throughted it would be funny, sexy, dragonful, and/or assumably godlike to walk through the fucking door, so now instead of learning about whats on the other side of this door, you have to first listen to Dragonult having loud, intrusive, unnecessary, unsupervised, unprotected sex with arguably Octillians and/or Nonillions of literal Atoms. As For Dragonult to get through this door to exit out of the entrance hall he has decided he has to provide a mind scrambling coom to every particle that the door is physically made up of. 

He bends his appendage around every bend mapping out and stimulating every microscopic nerve beginning, lump, bump, string-n-ring, crevid, concave crevice, good/and, or bad ending about (to be) around. All the way in and up to the shoulder, he flexes his precautions swol, pumping new blood and fuel to the tendens inside the maze of digestion, lighting it all up again and pounding out a collective moan of brink/and/or/spewers soarn of the squeeze. 

He was just showing off with that one. 

He wip around his dragon main, his locks, his lumbering lacerations.

He stupid suck smacks in his skull and smushes in the back part.

Then his eyes enter. Stifly lided. Rem rapid this and that. Dreaming of futures and lives with each lay. Telling them each what they want to hear in their ears poetic and then leaving them as fast as he can no matter what he said. His hooken knobbling nose snorts his way through the door. Ney/He sniffs the heaven and honks hot and sticky from every hole he has the pleasure of pulpating. Then he huck up a tooth er too.

And he kissed the sealant edge. He pushes the rest past the point of unrealistic resistance.

He sticks his tongue 7 miles into the gaping vagina of the door that leads into the other rooms inside the trioxis space station, which Dragonult Tault has still not entered into; he still hasn't finished having sex with a door to proove he is a god once, incorrectly, insufficiently, and for all to literally no one other than himself and maybe like ⅓ of the atoms that physically make up the door. (He waint even the best many of em had ever had.) He wiggles his sentence serpent in an awarded novels fictionlike formation, spelling geometric grammar that glitters under the slightest of praise. Shapes and stars slithering succulent in a formal mature calculated spewn fountain. Squirty little pieces of salad wound up and go long yelled heavily upon the uterine lining, clitoral teeth squeezing shaft slicers. Seizier munch om nomalishis that dick right down. Bye Bye! Dragonult does with his left what he was born to do, he then also does this in identical dance with his right half. Swinging in a groove currently unknown to his mind, right through the door, for Dragonult is yet to do his first official dance, this coming later when the Unalive dead of Die, Thy Hearst shal rise when he get he head (of his literal dick and balls haha get it like the sex we have been talking about here in this part of the paper, isn’t it all so funny, haha Falaceiak penic and pussy hole, yah rie-igh come beat me up in british then; Teehee hoohoo *laughs like a bump boomerang thrown incorrectly*.) on straight and organized. Oozen Glued gether.

He enters into the Jungle Room. Exiting the entrance hall…