title: Crushed aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Amethyst_Mare] id: [48570691] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期一, 八月 29日 2022, 10:29:48 上午

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Crushed

Author: Amethyst_Mare Source: Crushed

Rolig towered. Of course, that was expected. A macro anthro wolf like him always towered, but it was unusual for people, both anthros and humans in a mixed world as theirs was, to find a macro wolf that came up even higher than their skyscrapers.

With black fur that shone in the sunshine, the wolf was the picture of good health, though Rolig had no intention whatsoever of bringing such good health to the city as he stomped down the main street, wide enough for his bulky form, rippling with muscle and power, to ease down. A growl rumbled up from deep in his throat, eyes wide and wild, ears pricked to catch the tenor of the screams as groups of anthros and humans, in vehicles and out of them, fled from his wrath.

It was a beautiful day for crushing, he thought, tongue hanging out of his mouth, even though there was nothing friendly about it at all. Oh no, that would never come for the macro wolf, though he was well-known across the country for his stomping, crushing penchants, his inclination for causing harm wherever he roamed. But with no one else in the country being strong enough or at all inclined to stop him, he was more than content to continue with his destructive lifestyle as it was.

It wasn’t self-destructive, after all… Only for everyone around that was smaller than him.

The wolf snarled, lips peeling back from his teeth, saliva drooling. He cared not for his appearance, not as he stormed and stomped, delight lifting in his chest even then. With obvious relish, he stomped on cars that had been abandoned in the street, though took special pleasure when he crushed one, metal splintering and crinkling under his massive hind paw, that still had its occupants inside.

The trickles of blood were of less interest to him than crushing delight, taking pride in his feral nature, letting it rule him. That was the ploy of macros, after all, for those that were big enough to take all that they desired, without caring for anyone else.

It was their right.

He leapt, tarmac cracking under him as he landed, leaving craters from the mere force of his weight, snarling, grunting, snatching up handfuls of humans and anthros alike. He didn’t care for them and their lives, but only how he could snuff them out, raising the screaming, wailing handful of lives with a devious, villainous smirk on his lips. As he raised his paw back to eye level, all the better to see them, tiny souls dropped from between his fingers, flailing and screaming as they plummeted to the ground.

Rolig ignored them, closing his paw increasingly tightly, feeling, even with how small they were, just how their bones cracked and splintered within his paw. His fingers folded further in and around, tighter and tighter, his palm slick with blood, until not even one of them was left alive, though the massive wolf still squeezed down as hard as possible.

His attention drifted from them too quickly, however, dropping the lifeless forms and moving on.

Ah! Down a side street. The wolf grinned widely, showing his teeth, tongue flickering out in a crude lash against the side of his muzzle. Did they really think that they could hide from him?

They looked to be a group of runners that had thought they could squeeze down there away from him, but the wolf was too quick, lunging with one foot. Whereas the bulk of his body could not fit down a narrower street, his leg most certainly could, one massive hind paw slamming into the ground with sickening impact. He bore down, laughing cruelly, as he rocked his foot back and forth between the toes and the sole, ensuring that every last one was crushed and lost. If any escaped, well, that wasn’t any of the wolf’s concern, as long as he had his fill.

They didn’t hold his attention for long, however, stomping down the main street and leaving craters in his wake, cars tossed askew, windscreens smashed and roofs caved in. A flicker of movement in a skyscraper caught his attention and his paw shot out, lightning quick, into the office floor, though he didn’t care for what company it was for. Such things so rarely concerned macros.

They seemed to be all humans in there, the wolf grinning widely, sickeningly so, as he drew out a fighting pawful of them, tiny hands beating on his fists, another knocked aside, presumably with a broken bone. Maybe they would be the ones that got away from him. It didn’t matter much, not to him, still not then.

Their screams were music to his ears, tinny and tiny, as he opened his maw wide, tongue spilling out. They could have been dropped onto his tongue, but the giant wolf carelessly tossed them onto his tongue, chomping down as they were crushed there. He had little interest in filling his stomach that day, more in continuing his reign of furious destruction, but to crush them between his teeth, feeling their little bodies popping as their bones broke, blood spilling, mixing with his saliva. That was something special indeed.

He was a wolf in it for the experience, born with a greater urge for rampage and destruction than any other macro, so far, that Rolig had had the fortune to meet. He stomped back down the main street, slamming into cars, pounding his fist through buildings, dust filling the air as structures that had stood for many years already were brought down, shattered and smoking with electrical wires sticking out. They were puny, futile to even stand against him, and he near enough made a game of stomping on every car that he saw, pressing down so that he got the full feel of the metal bowing and crinkling under his paw, grinding back and forth just to enjoy the sensation even more.

Cars. Buildings. Anthro and human bodies. Cunningly planted trees to give the impression that the city had a scrap of natural life in it. Everything fell before him as he stomped and crushed anything that lay in his path, the air full of the sound of shattered glass, metal smashed into two pieces where it should never have been hewn such.

Ah, but his focus was on those tiny beings that were oh so much fun to crush, swiping his paw out to the side to shatter the skyscrapers, bringing the buildings down as he threw himself into motion. Many had scattered before him, but all the black wolf had to do was to run further into the city, the ground shaking under his might, leaving the road behind him buckled and twisted.

It didn’t take him long to cover the ground that he needed, catching up with the crowds that hadn’t realised that the city was in danger yet, that their very lives were at threat. They spilt out of their cars, shading their eyes from the sun, though such a thing wasn’t going to help them, not as the screams started.

Rolig bared his teeth, ferocity coursing through him. Ah, that was what he wanted, what he truly lived for, a bloodthirsty yowl ripping itself from his mouth as he lunged for them. Sweeping his paws and feet through them, he barrelled and stomped, crushing and stomping, kicking those that took his whim out of the way. They howled and shrieked and yet he was driven even more than ever to stomp, grinding his heel down into the ground to make sure his victims were good and done.

There was not a soul that could escape him, not when he was on a rampage, his chest heaving, blood on his paws and his teeth. An angel of death could not have stolen more innocent lives than Rolig that day, grabbing up two pawfuls, fists clenched around them, of anthros and humans, raising them slowly to eye level.

He ignored the ones that scrambled and tumbled, screaming, from his paws. They were not his concern, not when they had chosen their fate. He bared his fangs at them, heart pounding, pumping blood around his body from the sheer, raw exhilaration of it all, though took his time, taking in the canine anthros, the feline anthros, the equines, the marsupials and the rodents and more. His paws were so large that they contained tens of lives, perhaps more where they were squished down against his palms, hidden away.

One by one, he crushed them, slowly but surely closing his fingers into a tighter fist, crushing them, overwhelming them in his paws. With their ability to breathe snuffed out, there was nothing they could do but succumb to the macro wolf, the beast that was set on ravaging their city, though they never even had the chance to leave. No one ever did, not when the wolf was coming for them.

Crunch!

He smirked, tossing them aside when they had been thoroughly crushed, opening his paws to let the bodies fall. His paws were wiped off on the nearest building, one that seemed to be for entertainment or something, but that didn’t bother Rolig at all. He didn’t care for the destruction he left behind, though he did turn briefly to appreciate it, the shattered, smoking buildings, the ripped-up tarmac of the main street, everything that he had left trashed and splintered in his wake. Even the foliage, which could have passed by his attention, had been smashed, the metal railings that had surrounded single trees bent and warped out of position, so that it was not even recognisable for what it had been.

Yet Rolig’s attention deserved to be ahead, on the hordes fleeing from him. He barely even heard them anymore, the drum of his heartbeat throbbing against his eardrums, against the inside of his skull, seeing and hearing only his destruction. With a bellowing howl that came out more like a roar, he stormed forward, tongue hanging out, his bare sheath thickening with his arousal. And, still, that was not something that the macro would indulge, no, not that day, for there were even greater pleasures to come, things that his arousal would take in the background of destruction.

For it was not all sexual, not when he could cavort, thundering in his leaps, smashing and grinding his bare hind paws down on helpless bodies. The pop of bones cracking under him, breaking ribcages, was his favourite, and yet his feet were so sensitive that he still caught every little squirm and wriggle until their lives were well and truly snuffed out.

He lunged, scooping and gathering as many as he could into one place in the middle of the street, dumping more and more on top of the bodies as they were, hemming them in with cars that were devoid of any driver. Rolig did not pause to count how many he had shoved into the small space, piled on top of each other, squirming and fighting for life, not as he leapt, both hind paws together.

He landed in the middle of the trapped crowd with an almighty crunch of bodies, the road bowing under him, splintering away from him in a crack and a crater as if he was the sole cause of an earthquake. Somewhere, a siren rang out, but that was not something that Rolig would ever have to fear.

Turning around, his tail lifted proudly, stiff with dominance that barely even needed to enter his mind, working his paws back and forth into the ground. Repeatedly, he stomped and crushed, twisting his paws back and forth, toes wriggling as he flattened them under his weight, the might of a macro. It was not to be trifled with and those that had fled him should have known that they were not getting anywhere, though it delighted him with a raw, bristling glee that came rooted in his macro ancestry.

There was no sense, after all, in any macro resisting the urge to rampage, Rolig moving on, stomping with every step as if he was trying to pound his way through the crust of the earth. No, it was built into their psyche, what they were meant to do, the wolf swinging his hip out to the side, knocking the top clean off a high-rise building, though it was not as tall as the skyscrapers, his legs buckling slightly, though the rage still filled his eyes.

More… He had to have more!

The power in destruction was not something easily taken as he ploughed through crowds, kicking, howling, stomping down on the crowds that tried to run. Yet they had left it far too long to make any kind of escape, leaping into the middle and storming, slamming his entire leg through a building. There were tiny lives in there too and he laughed callously as he dragged his leg back. It left a hole that would be perfect for a cock and he fondled his plump, swollen sheath, musing over the idea.

No… Maybe when he was done causing terror, he would take his pleasure, feeding his appetite more in the meantime. He leapt with both feet together, the resounding boom of his landing echoing down the streets, though he didn’t care, tail stiff with need. Bodies stuck between his toes as he leapt again, but he didn’t even think of them, slamming into cars, stomping on bodies, ignoring the gore that was left in his wake.

As much as he loved the destruction, the buildings had not faced as much of his wrath so far. With a giant step, he climbed up onto one of the lower-rise buildings, muscles contracting and flexing. The buildings tremored under him, but he climbed and stepped from one to the other as he stomped and crushed, letting them buckle under his weight, the booms of collapsing offices, radio towers, entertainment centres and even a cinema complex echoing in his ears.

The wolf bared his teeth in a feral grin, slamming through the bowling alley, though he did not “strike” as if knocking down pins, for the bodies of anthros and humans that he stomped over were far too small for that. Yet he bellowed his delight with a growl that could have been a roar, stomping through it, smashing lanes, though they were nothing more than tiny lines under his foot.

From his vantage point, towering and looming, nothing was important to him. Only the quiver of demolition, of feeling the world that was his to do with as he willed. His toes curled through the wreckage as he hauled his way up the next building, fingers digging into broken windows, the glass too small and thin, even then, to cause him any damage through his thick fur.

Rolig’s heart pounded, blood coursing through his body with so much exhilaration and vehemence that he thought he might never leave the city. He could surely have spent the rest of his life heaving through the skyscrapers, bringing them down to the ground, smoking and burning, electricity sparking. He peered down at more fleeing the buildings and chased them with a roar, smashing through without a care.

Whether they were living or not, paid them no mind, the heat of the sun beating down on the black wolf, warming his fur. He bared his teeth, plunging them into the mass of bodies, snapping them up, crunching and crushing, parting his jaws all over again to let them spill out.

Crushed in his paws, under his feet, even between his jaws: there was nothing else that Rolig would have preferred to be doing, losing himself in destruction, causing devastation with every sweep of his arm or leg. Clenching his jaw, he launched himself into the park, though cracking and splintering trees was nowhere near as fun for him as smashing into the lake with a splash, an artificial slice of so-called nature in the middle of the city. And that was only because he could crush the little floating boats, row boats and peddle boats, under his feet, drowning them as he made a game of it, stomping them down to the lake floor.

He bounded, once more, from the lake, water streaming from him, back into the body of the buildings, chasing down a bus as some of the traffic in the part of the city that he had turned into had begun to move again. Maybe they had thought he was gone, but Rolig was far from done, grabbing two buses between his paws and smashing them together. Debris and bodies streamed from them as he shook the broken remains out, hurling them aside to take on delivery trucks.

Oh, those were the best of all and he growled deeply, licking his lips as they crinkled under his foot. Bearing down increasingly, he broke them in two, stepping from one delivery lorry to the next, though they would not be going to any supermarkets from that point on. There was no point in it, especially after he had done a good side of population control for the city, after all…

Yes, he was doing good there, helping, crushing the food delivery trucks and more, though he didn’t bother checking the sides of the ones that he stepped on, for it did not concern him. Not as he relished in the metal buckling under his huge hind paws, curling his toes over the driver’s cab, glass shattering.

No, there was nothing that could trouble him, not as his cock finally plumped out from his sheath, taking it in his paw and enjoying the throb of it into his grasp. For there was nothing to get him aroused like a rampage of lust, showing that there were other ways to press into devious lust than simple sex. It was way more than jacking off, though the swathe of cum that would follow his orgasm would flood streets, sweep away cars, drown and drench carefully placed foliage so that it would wither and die. Yet that was his pleasure to take, as it always was, even as the law enforcement helicopters hovered at a good distance from him, knowing that there was nothing that they could do to stop him either.

Rolig was untouchable.

Rolig was powerful.

Rolig was destruction.

And there was not a damn thing that the city or anyone else in the world could do about him, nothing to stop him.

With a howl, the wolf threw his head back, cock throbbing, spilling his seed to the streets below.

Never to be stopped.