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In more remote times, the Earth was inhabited and governed by a race of monumentally large dragons, whose sizes exceed those of any living being and any rock formation existing in the world, they were the ones who commanded, they were the ones who imposed with their mere presence, they were a force of nature and they were the ones who ruled above any creature, not even the dinosaurs equaled them, they were like the gods themselves made real. But the millennia passed, and its population, which was not already characterized by being very numerous, was drastically reduced with the passage of time, until, when a new race already completely dominated the earth, human beings, only There was one living specimen left, the last of the giant dragons, a living fossil in modern times. His name is Smolder, and this is his daily life on Earth.
It is a new dawn in the world, in the heart of the South American Amazon, in Brazil, or what once was. An enormous orange mass stands out that casts a gigantic shadow that obscures kilometers of terrain. It's Smolder, who has been sleeping for more than a month, for her it was like a simple short nap. This nap would end when the monumental dragon woke up, giving a big yawn with which she would swallow a small plane, without her realizing it due to its tiny size. She formed a mischievous smile on her face when she looked at the surroundings around her.
"Uaaaaaahh..." Smolder sits up and sits on his side, initially stretching her arms and legs.
Already seated, she would look at her huge, fleshy, scaly dragon legs, wiggling her toes and flexing them.
"Well here we are, let's start again with the usual routine." Smolder knew perfectly well that this day was going to be like the others she's had since she can remember, but no matter that, it was going to be anyway.
Smolder got up from the ground, from his bed, if a huge crater in the middle of the South American Amazon that extends for many kilometers could be called a bed. Smolder chooses a random direction and begins her typical but pleasant walk around planet Earth. For this reason, almost the vast majority of countries, if not all, had disappeared and only small states or governments of lesser importance remained that neither she nor we really care about. Smolder was walking through what was once the territory of Brazil, she quickly passed through the former territory of the now defunct country of Colombia and soon arrived and walked over the former territories of Central American countries that also no longer exist. When Smolder crushed Panama, she disturbed the tranquility of the Caribbean tectonic plate, thus causing more earthquakes and seismic movements in general, as if the dragon's steps were not enough. Smolder's first steps caused numerous havoc both to the small settlements of the human remnants, to nature, and to the ruins of many cities abandoned for safety. It's not like she really knows, but it's not like she cares about crushing it all under her big orange paws. In fact, she enjoys the sensation of numerous things crushing under her monumental weight, everything she steps on is flattened to the point of being comparable to the thinnest sheet of paper. She was always indifferent to all the disaster, death and destruction that she caused with her walks, but on the other hand she was shown as a dominant dragon and even inconsiderate with the human race and in general with life on earth, at the end of the day , Smolder is the one who is really in charge of the planet and she owns the world without any discussion, all creatures are at her mercy and can't do anything against it.
Smolder continued walking indifferently crushing everything in her path and what passes under her big hard feet and looks, She closes her eyes and takes a breath of fresh air. This sensation is unbeatable, I never get tired of this, the soft earth under my feet mixed with those cities and bodies of these bugs penetrating the most hidden spaces of my scales, Smolder thought to herself before the pleasure of feeling many things crush under the soles of his feet. The walk of the giant dragon did not stop, she walked through what was once Mexico, stepping on a few human settlements of little importance and at the same time very insignificant, and then stepping on and crushing the remnants of what was once the United States. from America. The west of the heart of North America would be a victim of the heavy and strong footsteps of Smolder, who simply looks ahead with a relaxed expression and a smile. Her relaxation could also be denoted by the way she walked, no matter what was happening at her feet, as wild animals, thousands of humans and their settlements were crushed and pulverized, thus dirtying the hard soles of the gigantic dragon. Smolder continued walking in a relaxed manner but denoting her imposingness with her shape that also gave dominant airs, making Smolder look as if she were a goddess who towers over all mortals, in a way, she is the goddess of this small world. .
Smolder walked through what was once Canada, as always crushing some small insignificant towns under her huge orange feet, thus crushing the west coast. At this point, the dragon saw in the distance some old footprints that she had previously left on her walks, some already very old, from many centuries ago, this is proven by seeing that it already has a lot of overgrown vegetation. Smolder looked at him with his typical relaxed smile, remembering some of his previous walks.
“Squashing these bugs is quite relaxing and therapeutic, I would even say it is rewarding.” the dragon commented to herself. She always refers to humans and the animals below as bugs, since she really has no idea what they call themselves, but of course for a dragon like her that is a minor matter.
Being along the coast, Smolder decided it was a good time to drink some water before continuing his morning walk. Therefore, she crouched down, placing her large claws firmly on the ground, causing great damage to the earth, and began to drink the salt water of the Pacific Ocean, using her fleshy, orange tongue. Being in this position, she exposed her enormous and at the same time majestic perfectly flat soles of her feet, being able to see that they are extremely dirty, slightly moving the 3 toes each one. At the end of the day she will clean them, but for now Smolder's feet will remain just as dirty. Smolder continued drinking water to hydrate himself, taking with him many marine animals and even some human vessels that had the very bad luck to end up in that situation, but would be condemned to die without any other option. This went unnoticed by Smolder, who enjoys the refreshing ocean water.
“Ah, refreshing.” She commented quietly, although obviously her voice was heard by millions many kilometers around her.
After a short while she finished drinking water, stood up again and resumed her walk. Smolder, when walking across Canada, would step on numerous lakes and many water sources in general, she felt a slight sensation of cold moisture on the soles of her feet, something pleasant for a dragon hundreds of kilometers high. It would reach what little remains of what was once the great state of Alaska, crushing it in the process, as expected. Smolder leaves the American continent to go to Asia, crossing the Bering Strait, where the Diomedes Islands previously existed, but now they are submerged under the cold and icy water, since this is not the first time that Smolder crosses the aforementioned narrow and very possibly the dragon herself would not have even realized the insignificant existence of those tiny islands on which lived a few humans, now long erased from existence.
Smolder reached the vast territory of Russia, she continued her pleasant and crushing walk. She will set foot in the province of Chukotka and then in Yukita, regions that in the past were not very populated, but currently almost no people live in those parts, so the human deaths caused by the titanic steps of the dragon were not really numerous, although it is true that it would crush the very few cities or settlements installed in that region. Irkutsk and Tuva, and then crossed the border with Mongolia, crushing a large part of its territory as well as the great mountains, which for Smolder are nothing more than easily walked on stones. Everything below Smolder is compressed by Smolder's hard soles, soles harder than a rock.
Smolder, a dragon goddess for the insignificant microbes at the mercy of the power of her enormous feet, continued her relaxing walk without any rest. He crossed the remnants of what was once ancient China, and then Southeast Asia, where hardly any people live, a part of the world badly punished by Smolder's trampling. Some of the tropical jungles still exist, lush with life, but much of that jungle would be flattened by Smolder's indifference, along with all the unfortunate fauna. She would also walk through the imposing Himalayan Mountains, or at least what was left of them. What was once the great roof of the world, Mount Everest, is now little more than a vast, footprint-shaped valley. Smolder probably had something to do with this radical change in the landscape and relief of the territory. For Smolder, stepping on that mountain was like stepping on a small sand dune that was barely perceptible.
She sighs relaxedly, “Rewarding…” Smolder comments at the pleasant sensation of the mountains compressing into nothing beneath her scaly feet.
The Middle East was the next region to be crushed, then so were the Balkans, and the Swiss Alps. In the process, many humans perished under Smolder's feet, without her caring one bit. Why would she waste her time with such tiny, unimportant beings? They are not worth paying attention to, not even looking at, not even their settlements. They are just germs for a goddess of greater importance, who, in fact, is the one who controls the human population, above all. By this point, dusk has already begun.
Despite what was previously said, Smolder lowered her gaze, a calm expression can be seen on the dragon's face. Smolder sees that on the ground, there are 2 cities, larger than most human populations, in what is the territory of France, at least its remnants. She is targeting these 2 cities specifically, that is clearly her intention. Smolder's steps became heavier and louder, but Smolder's face remained calm, with her gaze fixed on one of the 2 cities. Each step became stronger, to the point that, throughout the continent and in North Africa, Smolder's footsteps could be felt. Smolder's smile on her face widens to its maximum. It is then that Smolder's right foot rose from the ground, and rose above the human city, growing brighter by its lights as it grew darker. On land, in that city under the imposing figure of the goddess. Countless tons of earth and crushed concrete fall on the city, as humans panic. There is nothing to do, each and every one of them is doomed. Smolder drops her enormous, hard foot on the city, with all her strength channeled into said foot, an unmatched strength worthy of such a powerful dragon. It was the strongest stomp of all that occurred that day, so strong that the resulting earthquake shook the entire globe. A shock wave of winds comparable to a powerful hurricane destroys everything for miles around. Smolder's foot sank deeper than normal into the ground, thus forming an imprint with the exact shape of the dragon's foot. But this same footprint would be deformed the moment she began to grind and grind her foot left and right, to completely pulverize the city. All this, without Smolder's face changing at any time, she remained so relaxed and calm. This small moment was a delight for her, a feeling of power invaded her entire body.
“I guess I could take a break. “After all, I must clean the soles of my feet.”
The next thing Smolder did was sit on the surface of the earth. Of course, and as is customary in Smolder, she did not take into consideration at all the humans beneath her, who will end up flattened like paper under her butt, legs and her extensive tail. Nothing survived that. Once seated in an admittedly comfortable position, with her legs crossed, Smolder grabs her right foot with her claws, the same foot with which she caused the most powerful stomp of all. She brought her foot to her face and Smolder could see all the dirt accumulated on the sole of her foot, so dirty that it looked black. There lie millions of crushed bodies along with the rubble of everything she has stepped on with indifference. Smolder she felt some pride in this. Then she took her tongue out of her mouth and started licking the sole of his hard orange foot. Like the stomp she gave earlier, this moment was another delight, a pleasure for the dragon. Each lick of hers carried large amounts of grime and dirt, carried into Smolder's maw and swallowed everything. That was not only a way for Smolder to clean the soles of her feet, but it's also a way for her to feed herself, a little extra protein wouldn't hurt.
Having finished cleaning her feet of the crushed dirt, Smolder saw how wet the soles of her hard feet are right now. They are filled with a layer of saliva. It was obvious, she had licked her feet a lot to clean them until there was absolutely nothing left. But now all that was left was to dry them, and she already knew how to do it. Smolder looked directly at the other city that had been left partially intact from the previous stomp. However, Smolder has already sealed the fate of this city that lights up like a luminescent moss in the darkness of the night. The city is practically next to it, so Smolder didn't even have to make the effort to get closer to it, she just settled in a little more for her next action to take. And that action was the spitting out of a small flare of burning and infernal fire that embraced the human city and its surroundings. All the buildings without exception burned in a fire so hot that it melted them, and the unfortunate humans could only writhe in absolute pain as they were practically burning alive as if it were a roast. All this hell unleashed by Smolder was indifferent to her. In fact, she even thought it was nice. The city burning in flames was as if it were a bonfire. She only placed her wet feet in front of the burning city so that its heat would begin to dry them, while she relaxed from the long walk of this day. That was the only thing Smolder did, relax, clear his mind after having crushed, walked and trampled millions of humans, as if it were just another day of his long existence. While Smolder dries her big, hard feet in the heat of the city being consumed by the fire, she sometimes flexes and squeezes the soles of her feet, as well as moving her toes in a casual and calm manner. This lasted several minutes, until she felt that her feet, in addition to being dry, were hot from the heat of the city's flames. Then, she simply, and without standing up, stomped on the burning city, to put out the fire, more than anything.
“Well, I think it's time to go back to sleep. “It has been a very productive day, but it is best to rest once and for all.”
Tomorrow will be another day for Smolder, and for humanity.
END.
———
Story of Smolder crushing the Earth.
An apology if you see spelling or grammatical errors, I am not a native English speaker (I am a Spanish speaker).
In any case, I hope you enjoy it.
It is a new dawn in the world, in the heart of the South American Amazon, in Brazil, or what once was. An enormous orange mass stands out that casts a gigantic shadow that obscures kilometers of terrain. It's Smolder, who has been sleeping for more than a month, for her it was like a simple short nap. This nap would end when the monumental dragon woke up, giving a big yawn with which she would swallow a small plane, without her realizing it due to its tiny size. She formed a mischievous smile on her face when she looked at the surroundings around her.
"Uaaaaaahh..." Smolder sits up and sits on his side, initially stretching her arms and legs.
Already seated, she would look at her huge, fleshy, scaly dragon legs, wiggling her toes and flexing them.
"Well here we are, let's start again with the usual routine." Smolder knew perfectly well that this day was going to be like the others she's had since she can remember, but no matter that, it was going to be anyway.
Smolder got up from the ground, from his bed, if a huge crater in the middle of the South American Amazon that extends for many kilometers could be called a bed. Smolder chooses a random direction and begins her typical but pleasant walk around planet Earth. For this reason, almost the vast majority of countries, if not all, had disappeared and only small states or governments of lesser importance remained that neither she nor we really care about. Smolder was walking through what was once the territory of Brazil, she quickly passed through the former territory of the now defunct country of Colombia and soon arrived and walked over the former territories of Central American countries that also no longer exist. When Smolder crushed Panama, she disturbed the tranquility of the Caribbean tectonic plate, thus causing more earthquakes and seismic movements in general, as if the dragon's steps were not enough. Smolder's first steps caused numerous havoc both to the small settlements of the human remnants, to nature, and to the ruins of many cities abandoned for safety. It's not like she really knows, but it's not like she cares about crushing it all under her big orange paws. In fact, she enjoys the sensation of numerous things crushing under her monumental weight, everything she steps on is flattened to the point of being comparable to the thinnest sheet of paper. She was always indifferent to all the disaster, death and destruction that she caused with her walks, but on the other hand she was shown as a dominant dragon and even inconsiderate with the human race and in general with life on earth, at the end of the day , Smolder is the one who is really in charge of the planet and she owns the world without any discussion, all creatures are at her mercy and can't do anything against it.
Smolder continued walking indifferently crushing everything in her path and what passes under her big hard feet and looks, She closes her eyes and takes a breath of fresh air. This sensation is unbeatable, I never get tired of this, the soft earth under my feet mixed with those cities and bodies of these bugs penetrating the most hidden spaces of my scales, Smolder thought to herself before the pleasure of feeling many things crush under the soles of his feet. The walk of the giant dragon did not stop, she walked through what was once Mexico, stepping on a few human settlements of little importance and at the same time very insignificant, and then stepping on and crushing the remnants of what was once the United States. from America. The west of the heart of North America would be a victim of the heavy and strong footsteps of Smolder, who simply looks ahead with a relaxed expression and a smile. Her relaxation could also be denoted by the way she walked, no matter what was happening at her feet, as wild animals, thousands of humans and their settlements were crushed and pulverized, thus dirtying the hard soles of the gigantic dragon. Smolder continued walking in a relaxed manner but denoting her imposingness with her shape that also gave dominant airs, making Smolder look as if she were a goddess who towers over all mortals, in a way, she is the goddess of this small world. .
Smolder walked through what was once Canada, as always crushing some small insignificant towns under her huge orange feet, thus crushing the west coast. At this point, the dragon saw in the distance some old footprints that she had previously left on her walks, some already very old, from many centuries ago, this is proven by seeing that it already has a lot of overgrown vegetation. Smolder looked at him with his typical relaxed smile, remembering some of his previous walks.
“Squashing these bugs is quite relaxing and therapeutic, I would even say it is rewarding.” the dragon commented to herself. She always refers to humans and the animals below as bugs, since she really has no idea what they call themselves, but of course for a dragon like her that is a minor matter.
Being along the coast, Smolder decided it was a good time to drink some water before continuing his morning walk. Therefore, she crouched down, placing her large claws firmly on the ground, causing great damage to the earth, and began to drink the salt water of the Pacific Ocean, using her fleshy, orange tongue. Being in this position, she exposed her enormous and at the same time majestic perfectly flat soles of her feet, being able to see that they are extremely dirty, slightly moving the 3 toes each one. At the end of the day she will clean them, but for now Smolder's feet will remain just as dirty. Smolder continued drinking water to hydrate himself, taking with him many marine animals and even some human vessels that had the very bad luck to end up in that situation, but would be condemned to die without any other option. This went unnoticed by Smolder, who enjoys the refreshing ocean water.
“Ah, refreshing.” She commented quietly, although obviously her voice was heard by millions many kilometers around her.
After a short while she finished drinking water, stood up again and resumed her walk. Smolder, when walking across Canada, would step on numerous lakes and many water sources in general, she felt a slight sensation of cold moisture on the soles of her feet, something pleasant for a dragon hundreds of kilometers high. It would reach what little remains of what was once the great state of Alaska, crushing it in the process, as expected. Smolder leaves the American continent to go to Asia, crossing the Bering Strait, where the Diomedes Islands previously existed, but now they are submerged under the cold and icy water, since this is not the first time that Smolder crosses the aforementioned narrow and very possibly the dragon herself would not have even realized the insignificant existence of those tiny islands on which lived a few humans, now long erased from existence.
Smolder reached the vast territory of Russia, she continued her pleasant and crushing walk. She will set foot in the province of Chukotka and then in Yukita, regions that in the past were not very populated, but currently almost no people live in those parts, so the human deaths caused by the titanic steps of the dragon were not really numerous, although it is true that it would crush the very few cities or settlements installed in that region. Irkutsk and Tuva, and then crossed the border with Mongolia, crushing a large part of its territory as well as the great mountains, which for Smolder are nothing more than easily walked on stones. Everything below Smolder is compressed by Smolder's hard soles, soles harder than a rock.
Smolder, a dragon goddess for the insignificant microbes at the mercy of the power of her enormous feet, continued her relaxing walk without any rest. He crossed the remnants of what was once ancient China, and then Southeast Asia, where hardly any people live, a part of the world badly punished by Smolder's trampling. Some of the tropical jungles still exist, lush with life, but much of that jungle would be flattened by Smolder's indifference, along with all the unfortunate fauna. She would also walk through the imposing Himalayan Mountains, or at least what was left of them. What was once the great roof of the world, Mount Everest, is now little more than a vast, footprint-shaped valley. Smolder probably had something to do with this radical change in the landscape and relief of the territory. For Smolder, stepping on that mountain was like stepping on a small sand dune that was barely perceptible.
She sighs relaxedly, “Rewarding…” Smolder comments at the pleasant sensation of the mountains compressing into nothing beneath her scaly feet.
The Middle East was the next region to be crushed, then so were the Balkans, and the Swiss Alps. In the process, many humans perished under Smolder's feet, without her caring one bit. Why would she waste her time with such tiny, unimportant beings? They are not worth paying attention to, not even looking at, not even their settlements. They are just germs for a goddess of greater importance, who, in fact, is the one who controls the human population, above all. By this point, dusk has already begun.
Despite what was previously said, Smolder lowered her gaze, a calm expression can be seen on the dragon's face. Smolder sees that on the ground, there are 2 cities, larger than most human populations, in what is the territory of France, at least its remnants. She is targeting these 2 cities specifically, that is clearly her intention. Smolder's steps became heavier and louder, but Smolder's face remained calm, with her gaze fixed on one of the 2 cities. Each step became stronger, to the point that, throughout the continent and in North Africa, Smolder's footsteps could be felt. Smolder's smile on her face widens to its maximum. It is then that Smolder's right foot rose from the ground, and rose above the human city, growing brighter by its lights as it grew darker. On land, in that city under the imposing figure of the goddess. Countless tons of earth and crushed concrete fall on the city, as humans panic. There is nothing to do, each and every one of them is doomed. Smolder drops her enormous, hard foot on the city, with all her strength channeled into said foot, an unmatched strength worthy of such a powerful dragon. It was the strongest stomp of all that occurred that day, so strong that the resulting earthquake shook the entire globe. A shock wave of winds comparable to a powerful hurricane destroys everything for miles around. Smolder's foot sank deeper than normal into the ground, thus forming an imprint with the exact shape of the dragon's foot. But this same footprint would be deformed the moment she began to grind and grind her foot left and right, to completely pulverize the city. All this, without Smolder's face changing at any time, she remained so relaxed and calm. This small moment was a delight for her, a feeling of power invaded her entire body.
“I guess I could take a break. “After all, I must clean the soles of my feet.”
The next thing Smolder did was sit on the surface of the earth. Of course, and as is customary in Smolder, she did not take into consideration at all the humans beneath her, who will end up flattened like paper under her butt, legs and her extensive tail. Nothing survived that. Once seated in an admittedly comfortable position, with her legs crossed, Smolder grabs her right foot with her claws, the same foot with which she caused the most powerful stomp of all. She brought her foot to her face and Smolder could see all the dirt accumulated on the sole of her foot, so dirty that it looked black. There lie millions of crushed bodies along with the rubble of everything she has stepped on with indifference. Smolder she felt some pride in this. Then she took her tongue out of her mouth and started licking the sole of his hard orange foot. Like the stomp she gave earlier, this moment was another delight, a pleasure for the dragon. Each lick of hers carried large amounts of grime and dirt, carried into Smolder's maw and swallowed everything. That was not only a way for Smolder to clean the soles of her feet, but it's also a way for her to feed herself, a little extra protein wouldn't hurt.
Having finished cleaning her feet of the crushed dirt, Smolder saw how wet the soles of her hard feet are right now. They are filled with a layer of saliva. It was obvious, she had licked her feet a lot to clean them until there was absolutely nothing left. But now all that was left was to dry them, and she already knew how to do it. Smolder looked directly at the other city that had been left partially intact from the previous stomp. However, Smolder has already sealed the fate of this city that lights up like a luminescent moss in the darkness of the night. The city is practically next to it, so Smolder didn't even have to make the effort to get closer to it, she just settled in a little more for her next action to take. And that action was the spitting out of a small flare of burning and infernal fire that embraced the human city and its surroundings. All the buildings without exception burned in a fire so hot that it melted them, and the unfortunate humans could only writhe in absolute pain as they were practically burning alive as if it were a roast. All this hell unleashed by Smolder was indifferent to her. In fact, she even thought it was nice. The city burning in flames was as if it were a bonfire. She only placed her wet feet in front of the burning city so that its heat would begin to dry them, while she relaxed from the long walk of this day. That was the only thing Smolder did, relax, clear his mind after having crushed, walked and trampled millions of humans, as if it were just another day of his long existence. While Smolder dries her big, hard feet in the heat of the city being consumed by the fire, she sometimes flexes and squeezes the soles of her feet, as well as moving her toes in a casual and calm manner. This lasted several minutes, until she felt that her feet, in addition to being dry, were hot from the heat of the city's flames. Then, she simply, and without standing up, stomped on the burning city, to put out the fire, more than anything.
“Well, I think it's time to go back to sleep. “It has been a very productive day, but it is best to rest once and for all.”
Tomorrow will be another day for Smolder, and for humanity.
END.
———
Story of Smolder crushing the Earth.
An apology if you see spelling or grammatical errors, I am not a native English speaker (I am a Spanish speaker).
In any case, I hope you enjoy it.
Category Story / My Little Pony / Brony
Species Dragon (Other)
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