Start by telling everyone you're in charge now.

As the rest of your neighborhood ran away from you in panic you thought about your next course of action. As a god now, wait, dragon god, you could just rewrite the world with you in charge, but where was the fun in that? You decided to give them the chance to willingly surrender to you first, fully expecting and kind of hoping for them to fight back.

So you unfurled your wings and shot into the air. At supersonic speed, you rocketed over the United States to Washington DC. Spying the White House, you landed on the front lawn with seismic impact. Police sirens were already getting closer and you also heard jets and helicopters inbound. However this went down, you knew it would be fun. You reached over and gently rapped on the window of the Oval Office with your talons.

"Hello, I'm here to speak to the big man himself," you declared as the first Apache gunship descended over the trees and aimed its main gun at you. A moment later the first of many, many squads of police cars tore onto Pennsylvania Avenue and dozens of cops jumped out and aimed whatever they had as well. But you noticed that some of them, the female officers, were... distracted let's say by your cock. One pretty one with a blonde pony tail was biting her lip, and reading her mind, you knew that she was trying very hard not to start pleasuring herself right there in front of the White House. When the president still didn't answer and two more helicopters appeared hovering over the main lawn with twenty more police cars, you were getting impatient and rapped on the window again.

"Last chance, POTUS," you said, "I'd rather not hurt anyone here." You heard the front door open and no fewer than fifteen secret service agents with machine guns poured out of the building and snipers took to the roof.

"Uh... dragon... you are ordered to leave the premises immediately, or we will open fire!" said the agent in front.

"I'd like to see you try," you said.

"OPEN FIRE!" Someone yelled and every gun lit up. A minute later they were all empty and the lawn was littered with spent shell casings and the bullets which had just bounced off of your scales.

"Are you finished?" you asked more annoyed than anything else, "Just let me speak to the president, or I'll rip into the bunker I know you have and talk to him myself." The secret service agents turned to look at each other, then two of them ran inside. You looked around and saw the police cars and the helicopters peeling away, but you knew they weren't finished. Finally, a large TV was wheeled out the front door and the president appeared on screen.

"You weren't kidding," he said to someone offscreen, "Um... what do you want... dragon?'

"The same thing every dragon wants," you said, "To rule the world."

"There are more of you?"

"There better fucking not be!" you growled, "Listen carefully, you are going to arrange a press conference and tell the rest of America that I'm your new god and ruler. Then you are going to contact the other nations of the world and tell them that I will be visiting each one and they are not to resist, then you are going to hand me your resignation. Understood."

"These demands are ridiculous!" the president said, "Is there anything else you want, something less absurd." Now the secret service agents were hurrying back into the building and you heard the jets getting louder and louder, and you knew what was coming next.

"Well for starters you're going to order those planes to stand down because there is nothing you can throw at me that can hurt me," you didn't get it out in time before five tomahawk cruise missiles and ten heat seeking missiles from the jets hit you all at once. When the dust and smoke cleared, the TV was gone, naturally, and you rolled your eyes before you burrowed into the lawn like a gigantic dog. When you hit reinforced concrete, you ripped through it with your talons like wet paper.

"OH GOD!" screamed the president.

"You are correct," you said, "Now... about that press conference..."