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Attack of the Colossal

He was finally ready. It was time to show the world his transformation, and what better place than New York City? Plenty of population, plenty of news coverage, and lots of competition to prove himself to. They may have some fancy powers, and some seriously amazing strength, but that was about to change. As he slipped the syringe into his thigh, the glowing green formula pushed into his bloodstream, straight into his femoral artery which was fast enough to put it through his whole body, but just slow enough to give his DNA time to adapt to the change.

Under the cover of night, the gray horseman stood out in the middle of an open field, two hours away from the Brooklyn bridge, and it was not long before he felt the effects of his concoction flowing through his entire body. At first, it was very hot. He felt as if he had taken an overdose of morphine, and his head began to swirl. His calculations were perfect. With a mixture of painkillers into his special formula, he made it to where the pain of expansion could be maintained without any real danger of losing consciousness.

The expansion began, and his body began to mold to its new design. All of his senses faltered, then heightened, and continued like that for a good bit of time. Before he knew it, the transformation was complete, and he looked off into the distance to see the city he wished to visit. A very large grin crept across his muzzle as he took one large step toward it. He could only wonder what people were going to think.

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Adrian's fists moved at lightning speed. His sweat gleaming on his forehead, and his muscles showing their amazing girth as he punched, dodged to the side and jabbed straightforward. With a left hook, and a sideways haymaker punch, he finally stopped, breathing hard and wiping the sweat from his brow. The punching bag swayed back and forth in front of the silverfox, and his gaze at it was deep. His thoughts rolled from his night life as a masked hero, and how his job as a personal boxing tutor had already lost two out of five students. Then his thoughts turned to Kyra, and his fists started flying again.

All of those comforting words she tried, and those mornings they woke up and loved one another over and over again. He played all of his cards right. He gave her time, and patience for anything she wanted to do. He brought her flowers, he gave her his own personal time. Their love was amazing, and he figured it was only a matter of finding the right moment. He took her out to a wonderful restaurant, nothing fancy, and nothing over budget, but it was a beautiful night. They were well fed, happy and their love was at their peak.

She said no. Just the very thought of her closing her eyes and declining made his punches ever harder. He tried to work through it with her, and he tried to reason with her, but her last marriage was so painfully ceased that she decided that she could never go through that ever again. Then it was all over.He couldn't even look at her without coming close to cracking anymore.

After his quiet break up with Milly, his break up with Kyra was heart wrenching, and downright demoralizing. He moved out of her apartment, and now he barely had a cent to his name. His time at the gym was his only solace from going completely insane.

"Hey, Adrian!" He was startled from his train of thought as a high pitched female voice greeted him. He turned to see Teresa, a younger red racoon girl. She was dressed in her tank top with a very visible sports bra, and hot pink gym shorts that Adrian always hated. She gathered up her long blond hair into a ponytail so it wouldn't get into her face when she trained.

Teresa was a college student, and she went to Cornell University. Her intelligence was something else, and her father knew just about everyone on the school board, so getting her in was easy.

"Oh, hey Teresa... what's up?" He asked as he turned back to the punching bag to see that, once again, he had made the leather break, a little stream of sand pissing out of a tiny hole. He must have accidentally used his powers in his punch. His control had been slipping as of late, though it was no mystery as to why.

"Not a lot... Are you alright? I think I've seen your car out front just about every time I pass by here." Teresa put her water bottle and backpack off to the side of the training matt. She bent over, and gave off the perfect shape of her ass toward him. He looked away and went to the duct tape he kept behind the side bench, pulling off a generous strand and slapping it onto the punching bag. He had no money to replace it, and drawing attention was the last thing he wanted.

"Yeah, I'm just finding ways to occupy my time between training." Adrian said as he took off his hand tape, looking to see that his knuckles were mending from the past few weeks when he used wood instead of punching bags.

"Did you want to talk about it?" Teresa stepped a little closer to him, and her violet eyes gave off an aura of concern.

"No, it's fine. Are you ready to--" There was a very slight tremor in the ground below. At first he thought it was him giving off some sort of discharge from his inner abilities, but then there was a much clearer shaking, and one of the dumbbells began to roll on the ground behind him.

All of the boxers in the gym stopped, and looked upward to see that the ceiling lights were shaking. There came a much harder shaking then, and all of them stumbled slightly.

Adrian quickly scurried toward the door, opening it, and far down the empty street was perhaps the largest horseman he had ever seen in his life. The horseman stood at least eight stories high, gray fur was fine, but one strand easily beat him Adrian in height. The horse's foot came down on the ground evenly, and still left a vague footprint in the asphalt of the city streets. Once in a while, a larger truck would get caught on his big toe, and he would flick his foot to the side, and knock the truck on its side. Adrian quickly turned to Teresa and grabbed her by both of her shoulders.

"Teresa, get to somewhere underground, the subway! Go there and stay out of the way of that thing!" Adrian said, his voice frantic, but that thing inside of him that called to him began to ring out of control.

"But, I can--" Teresa started, but he interrupted her.

"No time to discuss! Go!" He said getting her back inside and seeing the rest of them running for the hills as well.

The panic began. People ran from their buildings in droves, but thankfully, the horse man didn't seem interested in them in the least. In fact, it seemed he was only going at his pace for the sole purpose of letting them run farther away from him. The way he was looking from side to side, it showed that he was searching for something, or someone.

He was not only as tall as the average building, but he also had a very formidable physique. He was naked, and his very large, flaccid cock shook from side to side as he walked. The colossal horseman stopped in the middle of the street, and gritted his teeth as he looked all around him.

"Heroes! Vigilantes! Masks! All of you! I'm here now! Come out and fight the colossal! I've come to put an end to the so-called 'Golden Age of Heroes!'" He said, and as he finished, he saw a single figure in the middle of the street. There stood the hero, clad in a trench coat, and a solid red mask. Adrian kept one of his Richter suits at the gym now, usually going so far as to change in the locker room and go patrolling straight from the gym. He stood tall, and looked up at the gigantic horseman who took one step in approach.

"Ah, there you are! Not so big and macho now, are you, hero?" He grinned, entertaining the notion to just simply step on the hero and be done with it. The God complex was already setting in, and he was lavishing in it! "What makes you think you can stand up, to the Colossal!?"

The Colossal, Richter thought, that wasn't a terrible name. He could have ruined it by adding Horse at the end of it. Colossal Horse just sounded awful. Still, he had to focus. Ever since his failure against Angel Alloy, he decided to hone his abilities, and make them far stronger than they once were. All he needed was some time to concentrate them. He focused his energies on the very large target in front of him, and what it would take to bring him down.

"I'm here to send a message to all of you so-called 'super heroes.' Your kind is finished! So high and mighty on your ivory towers! I'll protect the city from now on! But first, I'm going to stomp all of you out like little candles! Starting with you!!!" He shouted, lifting his foot, and bringing it downward at Richter.

In that very instant, Richter brought both of his hands straight down into the ground, crouching down and creating a tiny hole in the street which brought him down far enough to avoid the stomping. In that same second, he brought his fist straight up and slammed it into the Colossal's foot. The ball of the horse's foot felt a horrible crack in his foot which travelled upward through his appendage!

"GAAHH!!" The horse's foot instantly bruises straight up as the muscles began to bleed internally. "You son of a bitch!" He shouted as he hobbled on one foot and looked down to see what the hero had done. "You'll pay for that!" He cringed as he stepped on that foot again, and limped some.

That was when Richter turned his ear sideways to hear what sounded like a silencer firing off. No, he'd heard this before. Those were web shooters.

Then there she was. The white-hooded spider girl herself, Weaver. She came in hot, swinging from building to building as she flipped between swings and shot both of her webs toward either building beside the behemoth that walked through their city. She pulled both of her arms as hard as she could and smashed both of her feet straight into his muzzle. Her strength was greater than that of a normal biped, and her trajectory was amazingly fast. Such an impact would surely kill any normal civilian, but this horseman stumbled straight back, crying out in pain as Weaver cracked him straight in his lower jaw. As he stumbled backward, the giant was just one step away from crashing straight into a nearby building. Without any time to lose, Weaver blasted her webshooters as fast as she possibly could, draping webs all over his back, connected between two other buildings, dampening his impact by a great deal.

"Weaver!" Richter ran toward her, and she turned toward him with her large white eyes peering through her pink mask.

"Richter! What's up, bro!" She waved toward him, always glad to see a fellow fox hero. "Where's that super powered girlfriend of yours? We could sure use her around for this."

"Oh... ummm... yeah..." He looked off to the side, causing Weaver to gasp.

"What? No! But you two were so cute together." She said, the sincerity in her voice was actually quite surprising.

"Weren't you swinging around with another spider guy? The Red... umm...Spider or something?" Richter said, looking back at her.

"Oh, well, he had to go back... to his... home state." She figured that telling him the whole speel with Kevin just wasn't worth it. Not to mention, they were already talking a curious amount for two heroes facing a gigantic villain as he ripped his way off of her especially tough, sticky webs. As he did, his giant dick swung around and both heroes felt the force of its wind resistance.

"Good God, that cock! You'd think he'd have the courtesy to make some giant pants." Weaver said as she looked over at Richter, who was nodding.

The Colossal tore the webbing from his back, and shouted in sudden pain! As he turned his head to look at his back in the building window's reflection, he growled as he saw that it was bare! Most of his back fur was gone, and both Richter and Weaver looked at one another. Both of them could have sworn they saw the giant horse blow fire from his enormous snout. The anger in his eyes flared as he stared down toward the two costumed freaks! His chest puffed out and his shoulders broadened as he began to stomp his way toward them.

"Go." Richter said in a monotone voice, and it didn't take any convincing. Both of them turned, and bolted as fast as they could. They only heard the cataclysmic smashing of the street as Colossal gave chase. The gray horse took only three steps, and closed the distance fast. Weaver, however, turned for two seconds as she jumped into the air. With both of her web shooters, she covered his entire foot in a huge sludge of webbing. The webbing, strong enough to hold up three whole tons, slathered onto his foot from both spinners as she landed, spun around, and kept running.

Colossal was stopped, and the whiplash it caused him to jerk forward, falling into the four-lane street. The median full of grass was the first to break, and below it, the street began to crumble as the impact rippled through the asphalt. The ground underneath Richter and Weaver was depleting fast! Weaver grabbed hold of Richter and shot her web into the building high up on one of its top floors. She yanked the web as hard as she could, and lifted them both off of the demolished surface just as it was gone into the subway below it.

The two of them flew straight up into the air, and Weaver swung as tight as she could. However, in her haste, she did not think of the fact that the two of them were going straight into the building. At the very last second, the fox girl put both of her arms and legs around him, and shifted them so that her back would smash into the window. She shattered the window on impact, and the two of them rolled into the empty office floor.

They gasped for breath, and both of them removed their masks to get some good, clean air directly into their systems. Adrian looked over to see Blair, his savior, whose hazel eyes met his blue eyes. The white furred silver fox smiled at the vixen, who returned it back to him. Both of them, however, turned their gaze over to the giant stallion who peered into the shattered window, his pupil dilated down to a giant-sized needle tip.

Without a second to lose, Richter put his mask back on, and with his hands held out to either side of him, he slapped them together with tremendous force. The shockwave destroyed the desks and computers around them, broke the window behind them, caused Weaver to fall on her back, and punched Colossal with enough pressure to make him recoil back two steps and shout in agonizing pain. The bestial horse man roared in rage! His hatred only boiled to the very surface as he charged back into the building.

"Sorry." Richter said as he helped Weaver back on her feet.

"Hey, gotta do what you g-- SHIT!!!" She shouted as she grabbed his hand and ran straight for the window on the other side of the office as a gray-furred fist bashed its way into the window. It decimated the ceiling and the floor as it came toward them, and reached the other side just as the vixen cast her web and swung out of the already shattered window.

Still, the rubble and debris came flying into the both of them. Weaver's shoulder blade burned with pain as glass cut her, drawing blood, and her head was pelted by a hardback book. Richter was pelted in the inner thigh with a broken glass bottle, and a ceiling tile caught him in the back of his head. Her web, however, was cut in half by a flying katana blade, which was used as a desk decoration in one of the many cubicles in the office. The two of them were suddenly headed straight for an alleyway which was a good ways down. Blair, the Weaver, began to rapid fire her webshooter, and spun around in the air, throwing Richter where she wanted him.

She had fashioned a spider web between the two buildings, and he landed in it, bobbing up and down, mostly unharmed. Weaver shot a web into one of the buildings, and swung her web into the little hammock she had made for the two of them.

"Whoa!" Richter shouted in surprise as she caused the web to bounce up and down with the two of them on it.

"Relax, Rick, these webs were strong enough to hold down the giant horse." She laughed, but then looked up at the hole high up in the building. There was nothing there.

"What the hell?" Richter looked closely, but saw he was nowhere.

"Where did he go?" Blair asked as she looked both ways down the street.

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The naked horse man ran down the empty, evacuated streets, seeing the helicopter flying overhead, looking for the titanic equestrian, only to see he was nowhere to be found. His concoction ran its course, he was back to his normal size, and his body was feeling the after effects. The next three days was going to be filled with vomiting green liquid and pain beyond his wildest dreams. He let himself get too distracted and ran out of time! Stupid! He cursed at himself, and started running when he saw that the coast was clear.

Once he dodged the police barricades, he was home free. The next formula needed to last longer, and he needed more power! He was not down and out yet!

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The masked vixen slid off of her web, and pulled him down with her. She landed on her feet, and he did as well, only he slumped over, crying out in pain, his hand reaching down to the ground as he went down to one knee.

"Richter!" She shouted, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"It's nothing. I'm okay." He said as he looked up at her. She saw a patch of blood on his inner thigh, though. With no effort at all, she pulled the hole in his pants open. She pulled a little too hard, though, his khakis ripped wide open, and she looked to see that it was quite a deep cut. Still, it had already stopped bleeding, and wasn't really close to his femoral artery. She looked up at him, and even with his blank, red mask on, she could tell he was looking away and blushing in the most adorable way.

That was when she looked into his torn pants to see part of his scrotum sticking out of the portion of his underwear she tore open.

"Oh, ummm sorry about your pants, Ri-- I mean... Adrian." She said, looking up toward him to see he was gazing down at her. It would be a long time before the cops came into the city, they were still searching for the giant horse man. In one swift movement, Blair opened up Adrian's pants and pulled her mask up up to her forehead. She lavished in the presence of his hardening cock out in the open. In no time, the orange-furred vixen shoved the majority of his sweet meat into her mouth and began to slobber all over it.

"Blair, what are you---" He brought his hands to the wall behind him and clenched his palms against it as she started licking the head of his cock. She lapped her tongue over the side of his shaft, her eyes gazing up at him with a smile. She took it out of her mouth, removed her gloves and giggled as she jerked his hard dick slowly.

"I'm not going to chain you down, Adrian. This is for whenever you want, for however long you want it. We're both young, single foxes and this is a deal I'll only ever make for you. No strings attached." She pressed the side of her muzzle against the side of his shaft. "I've dreamed of this huge cock, and I'm not giving it up now." She stood up and removed her shirt. It slid up her abs and lifted up her large, round tits, popping them both out, and letting them bounce free.

Blair grabbed the back of his head and brought it down to her chest. Without any need for convincing, Adrian put one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suckle, licking all over her areola.

She gasped, and relished the feeling on her sensitive breast. She giggled again as his other hand grabbed and caressed her other white and orange furred tit. Blair moaned as he began to nibble on her pillow soft mammary, and she ran her fingernails through the black hair on his head.

"Yes!" She gasped as she grabbed his hand and put it down onto her crotch. Through the fabric of her suit's bottom, he could feel her juices flowing freely.

Then, in a move she didn't expect, Adrian pulled her around and pressed her hands against the wall behind them. With some force, he yanked down her leggings below her knees. Her ass was sticking straight out.

"Oohhh! You savage!" She couldn't hide her devious grin as he pulled off his mask, and spread her legs wide to give him a perfect view of her pussy lips and her asshole. He used his thumbs to spread her ass cheeks and began to lick her sweet pink cunt. She nearly drooled as her tongue lulled out the side of her muzzle. She mewled with delight. His tongue brushed against her clitoris ever so slightly as it worked its way to her hole, then zig zagged all over her soaking pink flower. Her pleasure was mounting so quickly and her moans grew louder as she began to quiver.

He stopped. She looked back to see what was wrong, only to be met by his grinning mug.

"What... what are you doing?" She said through her panting breath.

"Did you want something else? That was all I had planned to do." The smug bastard chuckled, and slowly, Blair began to see red.

Her legs were still shaking and her pussy was literally dripping on the ground. She clenched her teeth, and her butt cheeks as she began to growl. In the blink of an eye, she spun around and smacked her palm against his chest, hard, knocking him down onto the ground.

"If that's how you want it!" She said through her fangs as she got down onto him, his cock sliding into her lubed up sheathe all the way down to the base of his shaft. She grunted hard with pleasure, and a little pain as she started to hump him like her little bitch.

That was when he slapped her on the side of her left tit. She yelped and he rolled her over hard onto the ground with him on top. He snarled at her as he banged her sweet pussy from tip to balls in and out. She howled as he did this, already making her reach a groundbreaking orgasm. Still she took a left hook swing at him from the ground, but he caught her punch. He gripped her hand hard, and began thrusting his cock into her like hammering in a railroad spike. She cried out with every thrust, holding onto his hand for dear life. Her fighting spirit began to diminish as she was forced into her second climax. He punched his rod into her, rocking her up and down with his raw power. She didn't even know that she came again. Her two orgasms never skipped a beat, and she trembled.

Adrian finally let go of her hand, and grabbed both of her legs, pressing them very close to her chest. Her pussy tightened around his hard on, and he continued to increase his momentum, and his balls slapped against her ass at such a rapid succession that reached yet another climax. Then after just another six thrusts pounding into her sex, she reached a fourth one, causing her toes to curl hard!

Blair wasn't sure how much more she could take. After his cock plunged into her for just one more minute, she hit her fifth climax. Every exhale was a short, high pitched howl at that point. Even if she wanted him to stop, she couldn't tell him. She was so far beyond any form of communication.

That was when he banged his rock solid dick into her one last time, filling her tunnel from wall to wall, kissing her cervix with the tip of his glans. With a hard grunt, he came, spewing hot jizz into her cunt and making her go cross eyed. After the third gush of cum, she reached another peak in her pleasure, and semen leaked out of her in drooling splatters onto the ground below them.

"I... oohhh... I'm agonna fasam...." Is all that came out of her gasping maw. She could barely see straight and her toes could not stop curling. Every time she moved her legs, she triggered another burst of pleasure and a trickle of sperm butter seeped out of her.

She finally got her eyes straight, and looked over at him to see he was fanning his incredibly hard cock with his hand. She could have sworn she saw steam lifting off of his crotch.

"Oh, Adrian... I'm just saying. You can move into my room, sleep in my bed, and eat my food for free." She closed her eyes and pressed a finger against her crotch, moaning. "And I will pay off your car note." She still panted.

He smiled at her, and in that smile, her eyes grew ever wider. She saw the heavens open to the song of angels and divine beams of light as his eyes met hers. She saw hearts in her vision as he laid on his side, his cock growing softer, finally.

"You oka---" She cut him off as she kissed his lips. The two foxes met in such a deep embrace and she almost straight up slobbered on him. After a long while, Blair broke the kiss ever so softly and gazed at him with a flutter as she blinked her eyes in a loving gaze.

"You said no strings attached, right?" He chuckled and she laughed hard.

"Well, about that."