In complete fear they start to work on your foot, you feel their tiny tongues on the hard scales of your foot, licking away the dirt as best as they can.
You stand proudly on them, watching the other humans running, others just gaze at your beauty... you have a slender, lean figure... 'at the moment...' you think as you rub over your belly knowing that it will soon be filled with those little morsels. You let your tail sweep over the ground, rolling over and crushing a few spectators for fun, leaving nice red marks on your green tail. You giggle at the feeling and shift your weight a bit, accidently crushing one of your foot-cleaners with your heel, before you remember them. The others squirm wildly at the sudden pressure and even more as they notice the fate of their partner.
"oh? Well, that means more work for you two" Continuing their work in panic you relax on them, while you think of other ways to torture your playthings.
After a while you get bored and pick them both up in one huge claw, grinning down at them menacingly.
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