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The desert southwest of the United States. Often seen as rough and rugged land to make a home in, and yet millions of people live here year round. However, as the sunlight begins to kiss the far eastern skies over the region, residents in a city in Arizona remain peacefully at ease, unaware that most would not survive this day...

Meanwhile hundreds of miles away, just taking off from a makeshift camp in the Rocky Mountains, somewhere near Mt. Harvard in Colorado was a group of gigantic pegasi. This group consisted of about 7 chubby pegasi ranging in ages of estimated appearance from 18 to 22 years old (though they weee much older) with a mix of hair colors from brown to black to even one with green hair; and all were dressed in skintight sky blue uniforms with yellow lightning bolts running in chaotic streaks from.head to toe. As they reach their normal cruising altitude of 50,000 feet (around 15 km) they perform an in flight communication's check, tapping a button on the left ear of their faux equine helmets.

After their initial in flight check, the apparent squadron leader, characterized by the faux golden and orange hair says into the communications radio device "Ok gentlemen. Our co-commanderess has given us a target. Codenamed Mini Desert. We are to completely level it. Seems the mayor of the city and the state's governor wanted to insult the Head Commanderess and well. We all know where that leads."

One of the others in the group, differentiated by to his less amount of pins on his uniform responds "What's our plan if we...." At that moment a US Fighter jet with a Texas state flag flies in the opposite direction and fires at the group from up above. The leader of the flying group of flying equine giants says in an angry tone "Get that coward bastard! Dead or alive, I do not care! This falls under Wonderbolt Intergalactic Flight Hostilities Act; Section 3 Paragraph 5. Let me emphasize that for you newly accepted recruits into this branch. Those humans are pushing themselves towards all out war with us. Now get that fuckwit!"

With a collective reply of "To defend Wonderbolt aero-combative superiority!" The two newest accepted members, one of whom had lava red hair on his helmet and the other a deep purple shade of hair, go chasing after the jet. Meanwhile another pair of jets, these from the Louisiana Air National Guard sector fly over the rest of them. The leader furiously remarks "These tiny Earth bitches are just begging to have the Head Commanderess pull the trigger on war declarations. Let's give them a taste of true aerial combat knowledge!"

The rest of the group goes after the Louisiana originating jets. As they do that, the duo of giants tasked with the objective of capturing or killing the Texas pilot fly off at a rapid rate of speed, soon pushing past mach 2 to catch up. Though then they get an idea as they see a thick layer of cloud cover above them. They slow down and gain altitude.

The tiny jet pilot from the Texas Air National Guard, an older pilot in his thirties with residual acne and black hair in a crew cut says over his radio as he banks hard to the left to turn around "Listen Denver Center. This is Reserve Eagle Gunfighter 1-5-9'er. Hostiles lost. I repeat. I can not find the hostiles. I need a clearance block now. These fuckers are some scary fast sunofabitches."

The regional air route traffic control center employee tasked with handling this mission on this shift nods and says "Ok Eagle Gunfighter. I'm giving you clearance at a block from.... Fight Level 5-5-0 to flight level 3-0-0. Do you Cop....." but just as the seasoned veteran in the air traffic control sector is about to finish his clearance permission statement his heart drops as he hears the shrill sounds of alarms going off, static on the radio communications and then the pilot saying in cold rooted terror "Someone please keep this recording and send it to my daught..." more static "Let her remember her dad as a herooooo" The last radio communication the regional employee hears before the radio dies and presumably the jet is crushed or otherwise disposed of is an enraged booming voice saying "This is the price paid for messing with superior might your species fails to comprehend." Then a sound similar to a car being crushed by a compactor is heard, causing the regional traffic controller to toss his headset off and howl in sharp pain from the mic frequencies produced as a result.

Meanwhile the gigantic military squadron member with lava red hair visible on and under his odd shaped helmet proudly holds the burning mess in his left hand, no sign of pain or discomfort on his face as he clears through the clouds. The purple haired member soon joins him and points out a military base in sight about 30 Earth miles behind them at their 6 o clock trajectory. The one with red hair snickers and says "Hopefully these foolish Earthlings take the hint now. The Wonderbolts are not to be underestimated." He then gives a loud groan of force as with a slight rotation of his torso and a mighty flap of his wings, the giant hurls the flaming wreck towards its intended target. His purple haired partner smirks and says "Impact with target... apex of weaponized debris object trajectory reached... impact with hostile force base target in 10, 9, 8...."

However for those actually at Peterson Space Force Base, all warnings about the incoming weaponized debris came too late. Sure, defense sirens sounded but a handful of seconds later the flaming heap of jet impacts the building directly with more than enough force to cause a violent explosion, sending thick black smoke rising into the air. As soon as the duo sees it, the soldier with red hair pumps his gloveless fist and says "Al-fucking-right. Target successfully impacted." Then both soldiers hear a radio communications commencement beep and the voice on the other end says "Hey there you two. This is Wonderbolt Thunderlane over. I'm 115 Earth miles to your 2:30 position if you faced north. I see smoke from my surveillance flight hold at Wonderbolt designation point Bronco. I repeat with locational clarification; I am over Denver. Is everything ok with you both? Need me to handle that?"

The pair meanwhile look at each other and then the purple haired alien soldier replies "That would be a negative on requesting additional help at this time. Pretty sure we have things in our control. Though just as a heads up we have established unforced contact with Flesh Bogey Hostiles from multiple enemy tier 3 jurisdictions attacking us with no sane justification according to intergalactic conduct laws. Watch your tail out there Thunderlane buddy." The other soldier far away nods "Ok. Copy. I'll keep my eyes open."

As for the others, they were by this point in what seemed to be an intense dogfight near where the borders of Colorado, Utah, New Mexico and Arizona met. Skies in this area were more clear of cloud than deeper into The Centennial State. This allowed the alien soldiers to keep up and more critically maintain visual contact with the pilots. The lead pilot though said to his secondary assistant pilot "I don't know how much longer I can keep these hostiles out of likely attack range. They are more competent flyers than we are!" The other pilot says in response, trying to keep morale up "Don't say that cadet. We are doing quite well so far." Though deep down he knew this was a no way to succeed type of mission. His superiors were borderline lunatics for thinking they could beat an alien air military at their own tactics.

Though a few minutes later, both pilots fates were sealed together. The alien soldiers led the duo in seperate dives from 50 thousand feet. Just before they reach the ground, the uniformed giants pull up with extraordinary force and proceed to break the sound barrier, producing a circular mess of sky blue lightning bolts which circle back at eerie unnatural speed's blind the pilots and cause them to explosively slam into the hard cruel desert surface. The group of aliens slow their flight speed to a hover, pivot with a few mighty wingflaps and the squadron leader with creepy sinister delight in his voice says "Hostile acting EarthBirds eliminated. Casualties all but confirmed."

Then they reunite with the other members who split off earlier and they collectively discuss the next move to make. The leader taps his earpiece three times, opens his radio communication and says "This is Wonderbolt Rookie Squadron Mentor Soldier Flameout alerting all Wonderbolt frequencies able to receive this message. All Wonderbolts in holding and preparation assignments in locations west and south of Earth Geophysical Line Codenamed Lewis and Clark (for Earth reader reference that's a line from New Orleans, to St Louis to Bismarck North Dakota) be on the lookout for not only hostiles, but potential activation as backup in the Mini Desert. No verbal adknowledgement to this transmission is required. Just remain alert and aware. Earthlings here in our mini-jurisdiction are getting dangerously cocky."

The squadron of 7 flight military branch members then take a gaze around to make sure no more hostile bogeys are in sight and once satisfied they resume flying west towards their objective location, the skies overhead turning a vivid purple orange gradient as the sun rises behind them.

Meanwhile farther to the west, in the land of the rising desert sun that is the Phoenix metro area, a radio DJ says "Gooooood morning Phoenix, Goodyear, Buckeye, even you lovely people in Gold Canyon and Surprise! Its going to be yet another dry scorcher of a day as this run of monsoonless days never seems to end. The National Weather Service offices in Flagstaff, Phoenix and Tucson have issued the main radius of the listening area in an excessive heat warning for the 15th consecutive day. Keep hydrated and check on your neighbors, and lets hope we continue our good luck with not having blackouts across the metro. You're listening to 97.9 on your FM band. This is KUPD FM."

Back in the warming and clearing high altitude sunrise kissed skies above southeast Utah's harsh unrelenting desert like terrain, the flight squadron gives a mighty flap of their wings as they move through the air at a casual speed (to their standards) of 200 mph. As they fly, the leader says "Ugh. You know what I fucking hate about our objective zone? Its senseless time rules. I could have one of you in Kayenta, and another of you in Buckeye, and I'd need to state two separate times for the same point in space time. Its fucking horseshit." One of the others in this unit, a more experienced yellowish caucasian skin-esque humanoid nods "Definitely sounds like a logistical and planning nightmare, SquadLeader Flameout, sir."

Back on the ground, those in the far northeastern parts of the Navajo Nation gaze up into the skies as they see 7 flying entities with trailing tails, both of organic hair like material and also cloudtrails of yellow and blue colors. The Navajo Nation President says to the Navajo Nation Director of Public Safety with a heightened level of fear striking her voice "I do not like the looks of that at all. Those looked nothing like the United States federal military jets I'm used to seeing." The accompanying Director of Public Safety nods "Bad times may or may not be in play for us. But some city. Somewhere. They will be in for a world full of dread and the feeling of not being helped."

The squadron looks around warily with serious gazes under their goggles. These gigantic individuals knew now that hostiles could fly up on them at any moment, especially taking into account they are not flying anywhere near at the fastest they can fly, especially in the squadron leader's case.

Luckily the rest of the hour and ten minute journey from Utah to the target location was calm and not interrupted by more humans wanting to stop these unusual military individuals. Once in sight of the Phoenix metro, Flameout says into his mic "Ok squad, newbies. To remind you of our mission objective. We are to take out as much of this cityscape as possible. Completely level it if we aren't too disturbed by enemy forces. Do all of you understand the mission given by the Head Commanderess as verbally described?" The rest of the squadron nods and barks back with delight "Absolutely Leader Flameout! Let's kick some Earth citizen ass!"

The Squadron Leader then fires a magic beam of yellow and blue lightning bolts up into the sky from a ring on his left hand. This causes the skies above Phoenix and surrounding suburbs to rapidly shift from perfect heated blue desert sun to a stormy scene in a matter of seconds. He then says to his squadron members "Alright. Let's show these weak Earthlings who the true masters are here. Make the Head Commanderess proud gentlemen. Give 'em everything you've got.

Meanwhile for those in the city, especially the taller buildings in Phoenix and Tempe, it was just a feeling of a complete ambush attack. One moment the transition from sunrise to mid morning was going as typical as a day for the city and those in it liked it to be, and the next they had a brief glimpse at a handful of strange flying organic entities before they were rapidly hidden by thick storm clouds. Rain quickly began to fall... and then that's when all shit really started to hit the fan as humans packed like sardines into Chase Tower and US Bank Center, the two tallest buildings in Phoenix would observe a strange set of yellow and blue lightning bolts shoot directly at the Gila River; the Aqua Fria River and the Salt River nearly simultaneously. This causes most humans able to observe this phenomena in the taller buildings to go so quiet a pin could be heard dropping....

Then the result of this action, what is in effect the first step in the military squadron's attack; would become tragically obvious to those in the cities of Phoenix and Tempe east to Mesa. The three major riverways that snake through the city like temperamental serpents of devilish nature would near instantly betray the human populace as they would rapidly fill to the point where it makes the February 16th 1995 crest of the Salt River which at that time crested at 12.73 feet look like a minor rainshower event. The riverways rapidly consume all humanity caught in their path. Within the opening minutes of this attack, the casualty count was already in the hundreds, if not thousands as not only the three rivers rise but other areas which connect to these rivers fill rapidly too such as the grand canal which winds and meanders from near Tempe, around the north side of downtown Phoenix and ending near Goodyear.

The skies above the Valley of the Sun as the tiny Earthlings who call this metropolitan area home were not any less hostile. Constant, near endless strikes of unusual yellow and blue lightning bolts was spotted colliding with not only the usual tall objects, but also directly impacting helpless unsheltered humans below. Then a voice, feminine albeit obviously tomboyish in nature and one who those below could not connect a face or body to says "Oh you humans. You are such a fun species to ruin and kill. But hey, you should be used to this, seeing how you pull this horseshit on each other in combat every fucking day. So why not do it to you harmless pathetic insects! Give you a taste of your own meds. Now cower before my military squadron; or else face worse consequences after myself and my assisting Commanderess have to show up to really teach you inferior creatures a lesson in service!"

This mysterious additional factor to the startling attack of military giants only sends those in the city into a more feverish panic. In the chaos, some humans try to flee, only forgetting about the dangerous and deadly ways they are being toyed with and thus more casualties pile up in the rivers and on the surface streets. Some humans try to seek refuge on skyscraper roofs but they would be in for a worse fate as a gigantic blue and yellow uniform covered hand scoops up all the smaller humans on the roof of the Chase Tower. They scream, pleading for their lives, as their captor, Flameout says "Oh shut the absolute fuck up you scared fuckwits. Your terror will all be over soon enough. With that they disappear into the clouds.... Only for the tinies to re-emerge minutes later as lifeless, bodies encased in eerily huge hailstones. These iceballs crash to the interchange where Papago Freeway and Arizona Veterans Highway intersect, destroying a majority of the aging highway structures in place there.

Elsewhere across the cityscape the situation was just as dire. Two sets of two towering uniformed men were hovering above separate exit points outside the metro. One duo, consisting of the newly accepted recruits was hovering over the best south exit point, the Ed Pastor and Maricopa Interchange. While the more experienced team duo was at an eastern exit point known as the interchange between Superstition Freeway and the Santan Freeway which separates the east Mesa neighborhood of Superstition Springs from areas like Apache Junction and Gold Canyon. The two teams then communicate to each other with the purple haired male saying "Makeshift BoltTeam 1 in position and ready to enact the attack plan." Then a member on the other pairing, the one with green hair says "BoltTeam 2 in position at the east choke point over. On the Squadron Leader's signal we cut this part of the city off."

Then it happens. A super bright megaflash of cloud to ground lightning impacts the Arizona Sunburst Inn. Even despite the sheets of rain and non relevant to the attack plan lightning bolts, the signal for teams was easy to spot and audibly determine. They then dive at ever increasing speed before colliding with great force into the old freeway ramps and bridges, feeling them crumble under their weight and impact force with ease as the speed of the impact enhances the impact crater, sending bits of manmade debris, vehicles and bodies out in a destructive radius of its own accord for a mile outside the already big and spacious half mile wide impact craters.

The two teams celebrate their sick twisted goal of cutting off the city from any hope of exit using these roads achieved; but then their ears flick. Seems they have picked up on a sound. The rookies, now wary and tentative gaze towards the north and the flame red one says on his mic "Uh squadron members? Look around. Keep your awareness up. We might have company."

They then hear the familiar sounds of gigantic footfalls. Though these sound fast. Like a gigantic entity of bipedal nature jogging! This only amplifies the uncertainty to the squadron members. Even the Squadron Leader says with authority but also an underlying tone of worry and fear in his commanding voice "To the entity arriving from the direction of the suburban area classified as New River, identify yourself. We can not see what you are and do not know your intentions. Identify yourself by some method now. Squadron Leader requesting. Do you copy?" After a few tense minutes where all squadron leaders hover with tense, battle ready and yet uncertain gazes as to what or who might be arriving, they then hear an unexpected sound. No it was not the symphony of sounds that are easily identified as humans screaming and dying. That's easy. Its the oddball amplified heavy aluminum rubbing on solid ground type sound, accompanied by more sounds of death and cars being crushed like giant feet on soda cans which puzzles the group.

Then the situation at hoof begins to click for the squadron leader. Though he doesn't say anything, opting to hope those under him can figure out whom is behind this for themselves. His only tell is that his equine tail flicks with a friendly pace to it, seeming to indicate that the leader knows this mysterious sound is not connected to a hostile threat; as once feared. Moments later they see the cause of the devastation and racket....

A gigantic pie!?!

This sight makes the purple haired new acceptee chuckle with twisted cheer as the Squadron Leader says, his tone turning less dire and serious with each word bellowed "Only one Wonderbolt I know would make an entrance like that. Now get over here you absolute madman of a soldier!"

Everyone, including a lot of surviving tinies now frozen and overcome with fear see him as he trudges on over to the others, happily walking on Interstate 17 for a bit. He would then unvelcro the front of his uniform's crotch and reveal a mighty and plump set of pale creamy smooth pegsus balls and a thicker than human average erect equine cock of average length. He moans out in pleasure as the act of destructive teabagging the Black Canyon Freeway Deer Valley interchange into little more than broken concrete and other materials makes him shoot out precum for city blocks. He then moans again as he struggles to stuff his impressive balls under his belly back into his uniform and the speedo underneath. As he was still very aroused and becoming fully erect with each footfall, his thick horsecock was easy to spot given his height of two thousand feet tall. He then smirks playfully as he belly bumps Flameout saying as he picks up his pie which somehow is remaining hot and dry, defying the storm vehemently "Sorry. Seems I misunderstood the height estimate that the mission design specialist told me. If needed I can shrink."

Flameout grins, a plan coming to mind "You know what P.R.G Soarin? Keep that size. This will be an excellent moment for our newbies to learn from one of the best and tactically out of the box Wonderbolts we have had. Not to mention one who has served as long as the Assistant Head Commanderess!"

The deep phthalo blue haired pegasus nods and says in reply "Alright Squadron Leader. I will be glad to give these rookies a proper show!" He then picks up his pie and brings it over near the terrified, cold and eager for safety humans on the US Bank Center.

Whether blinded by hope or thinking they would genuinely be brought to safer lands, the group of 300 humans walk onto the crust of the pie. Though the moment all the humans land on the pie, danger strikes. The crust fails and the humans wind up trapped in an apple like goop! They even find chunks of apples among them! Then what they see next horrifies them. A massive mouth with a big swooping equine tongue eagerly moving towards them! They scream and beg for mercy, however those fast paced pleas fall on deaf, or worse; merciless ears as they are consumed whole and swallowed with the pie. He then feels the tiny humans struggle and wiggle with his pie contents, making his cock throb under and in his cockhead throbs onto his uniform.

Being an alien he smirks as he knows the people he ate will take naturally longer to digest than the traditional food, he pats his belly and says in a twistedly content tone "That's it you humans. Struggle for your superior species. Struggle for my pleasure and your demise."

He then tosses the empty pie container far behind him into the desert between the southern fringes of Phoenix and the town of Maricopa, where it lands with an extremely loud impact causing a majority of the windows in the Phoenix metro to shatter from the soundwave.

With his hunger satisfied, a new unquenchable feeling arises in the alien General. One of horny nature. He eagerly unvelcros his uniform, frees his cock and balls from his jockstrap, before getting on his knees as low as he can get and immediately starts to fuck what's standing on the US Bank Center.

Booming moans of sexual lust fill the air in the metropolitan area. Humans below, both exposed and hiding start to feel terror once again as they feel, hear and see the weakened building just get pummeled by the thick rod of manhood. He smirks as he realizes there are still humans inside and thus this makes the blue haired male more horny. He pumps his hips faster, but due to his size difference and the force of his masturbatory fucking, the building collapses. Somehow most of the tinies end up on his cock. Though most are too badly injured to give him pleasure. As such he snickers with a cruel heartless gaze, belly rumbling like thunder as it digests others inside and says "Look at you. Too stupid to know who is here. Too short sighted to foresee that you'd be required to provide pleasure to a true specimen of universal might. Oh well. Time to get you to your demise faster. Maybe you'll be better as lifeless lube to my erection."

With that he basks in the weak dying groans of wasted human existence before he grips his thick cock tightly, relishing in the wet popping sounds their bodies made as they could not withstand the might of the youthful male's left hand. Now seeing that he is too big to fuck a building.... He gets another idea. He then unhooks the back end of his uniform and decides to try plan B. What was his Plan B?

Well the humans inside the Chase Tower would find out as they would see a gigantic pale creamy blue anus ring eagerly opening, the giant's huge and full round chubby ass replacing the stormy deluge of rain that still is falling. They scream in absolute fear, knowing that yes; somehow their fate would be even worse than those in the skyscraper nearby. A loud thoughtful "Hrmm" would be heard from the giant. He then groans and says "Fuck. I've taken so much sexy dick and toys but this is my biggest challenge yet." He then squats and goes in for another plunge of his ass. This time the top 10 stories enter his awaiting ass. After that he groans hotly and says standing up "I don't think I can take this building dry."

To the horror of the humans inside they see he has a pocket in his uniform for lubricant and condoms! The big guy smiles as he opens a condom, marked "extra durable for skyscrapers and other non living phallic objects and prepares it for use. Once finalized he places it on the skyscraper. After the entire transparent condom goes on, he pops the cap on the warming lube and rubs it all up and down the covered building, snickering as its opaqueness quickly becomes clear to signify the warming process has started. He then finishes preparing himself by walking a few steps away. This in turn causes those inside the now enclosed building to feel a mixture of relief and newly reasoned terror... before they notice the humanoid using his own magic ring to grow himself, knocking smaller buildings to rubble in the process as he swells to 4000 feet (1.21 km) tall! He returns to the building, overshadowing it with his mighty and full gut and erect throbbing shaft with its full, eager to blow balls.

"Perfect. Now the building is around 8 to 9 Earth inches as before it was a full fucking foot and a half." The now true titan booms in content lustful desire. He then turns around, giving a true second attempt at fucking the building.

As he feels the warm and wet building get accepted by his chubby hefty ass, the general moans in intense arousal as the feeling of pleasure on his walls causes his cock to flex, bouncing against his belly's overhang. He grunts and gives a thrust of his hips, this time allowing the building to go deeper inside his butt. He hotly grunts and says "Mmmph. Fuck yes! I picked the perfect scale difference today."

Soon those inside the building all huddle together as they feel and hear the giant start to clench his ass' internal cave that is his colon. He grunts and soon starts to fully fuck the building, causing seismometers across Phoenix to register between 4 and 6 on the richter scale depending on proximity to the sexual sequence in progress.

The massive, near mile tall pegasus grins as he watches his belly jiggle. He grunts and groans, each hilting pump of his ass and hips causing his belly to inflate as he takes in as much air into his lungs as he physically can. This in turn adds to the pressure on his prostate and intensifies each hilt of the makeshift sex toy.

After an hour of edging, he decides to go all out. Starting to fuck the once mighty building with all the effort he can. Then with one final thrust he sits down with an earth trembling thoom and bellows out a loud groan and neigh sound as cum surges from his hefty balls. His cock wildly jostles up and down and slaps against his sweaty belly overhang with lewd slop sounds which echo across the metro area.

Meanwhile tiny humans everywhere feel the effects of the general's lustful orgasm. Those in the building look on in silent terror, their voices raw and hoarse from the screaming and heated environment causes by the lube and the giant's body temperature; as their building was ripped off its foundation during the giant's climactic spasm. As a result his anus gets greedy and takes in the entire building.

The trapped tinies ordeal is not over though, as with each spasming flexof his cock, his anal cave alternates with a harsh maximum possible flexing clench. This puts untold and previously unconsidered stresses on the building. The modest skyscraper soon fails on one of the clenches and the tinies inside become the general's latest victims. The only notice he has to this consequence is the lifeless lack of struggling he now feels from inside his ass.

He then smirks with pride as he sees numerous streets and damaged buildings caked and flooded under unforseen amounts of man juice. He grins, standing up and spreading his plump wet ass as this relaxation allows the condom to fall out of the now fully gaping cave. Inside is a mixture of gorey remains of tinies among tons of skyscraper rubble. He laughs and says "See you pathetic sacks of selfish so called humanity? Chubby guys are superior to your so called preferred evolutionary status of roided up musclehead. I swear. Your species makes me feel nothing but hate and disgust with each time I consider your own hate of the body types you see as bully worthy."

The hefty regional general scoffs, rage building in his eyes as a downright evil and some might say overkill idea pops to mind. He says to the city, his fellow soldiers watching awestruck as even Flameout had, in his entire career in this branch, let alone life on their home, never seen the big guy get so enveloped and consumed by anger. Clearly this matter was deeply connected to his psyche and in a weird way, it was awe inspiring to see someone so many saw as the silly food lover just... snap into an evil what some may call catatonic state.

But make no mistake. This general was fully aware of what he was doing and what he planned to do next. This was his time to show these tinies that he, let alone his military he takes pride in, is not to be fucked over. He says in a loud, enraged tone "Ok you unlucky survivors. I want all of you to climb into my jockstrap. You're being taken prisoner by me personally. There is no escape from this punishment. You will fucking die. How you may ask? Fucking easily. By baking you fucks into my next dessert pie. Failure to comply will result in me calling the Head Commanderess to dispose of any defiant edgy fuckers among you shitty species."

The chubby male grins as his augmented tail flicks. His eyes giving off a twisted look of rage and delight as takes in the glorious sights and sounds of mostly crying college and post college jocks and perfect skinny size 0 swimsuit models all taking the walk of shame from all over the city and filling up his jockstrap. As he entraps them under the sexy silky fabric and then under his uniform, he roughly gropes himself to emphasize dominance as he sternly commands "Ok you rude shitbags. If you wiggle even once and get me hard? I will make your demise so. So much fucking worse than it already is. With that he takes his used condom and tosses it with a rage grunt to the west. It impacts directly onto Luke Air Force Base, which explodes on contact.

He chuckles in a twisted manner and says with eerie contentment in his vocal tone which overpowers even the sirens going off from the base in the wake of his toss "I still can fucking toss useless objects far like I used to in my finale year of civilian pre adult schooling. Fuck those who doubt me."

After he walks back to the rest of the military squadron, the regional general turns around, gazing at the well ruined cityscape. He then shrinks to their still huge size and says with a scoffing grin "Relax. My prisoners shrunk with me."

The general then gazes at the squadron and says, having calmed from his rage somewhat "Ok. How about the group of you finish the job.... Except for you Flameout. I have a special task for you." The squadron replies with ferocity "Yes general!" Before going on a physical old school rampage, as meanwhile the regional general undoes Flameout's uniform crotch and starts to suck off the other lower in command soldier, the multicolor flamehued male moaning as he allows his cock to throb greedily inside the similarly gigantic sized general's mouth.

Flameout grins and rubs his superior ranking member's head as he relaxes and says with an aroused gaze "Mmmm fuck yes Soarin' get me to cum you hot slab of man. Show these humans how we Equestrians give and receive true pleasure." Hearing the younger less experienced soldier get such feelings from a top ranking member of the branch arouses the blue haired male with such intensity that his own dick jolts and gets hard again. This causes Flameout to ooh in desire and start to give the higher ranking general a handjob with his left hand. As they work towards climaxing together, the rest of the gigantic military squardron gets hard whilst they destroy the remainder of what is left in tact of the former Arizonan jewel of the desert, now ravaged with flooded streets as yes, the storm still rages on, bathing the pair of sex crazed soldiers in lightning.

Then, after half an hour the lust becomes too intense. The pair stand up facing each other and start to wildly frot their thick superior erections as with resounding force both titans ejaculate all over each other in an ultimate finale to this show of dominance as their cum sloppily drips onto the overwhelmed flooded streets below, the giants now all with their feet covered by flooded water, debris and cum!

And then eerily with one final loud lightning strike of yellow and earth rattling thunderboom, the rain stops. The skies clear but those unlucky surviving prisoners still left to be trapped in Soarin's jockstrap would feel only more dread as they hear the female voice return, this time saying with ferocious glee "Good job new soldiers, general, and squadron leader! You have passed this mission above and beyond my satisfaction."

Then she emerges from a firey yellow portal which shoots out more blue lightning. The voice as it turns out, belonged to a female pegasus with solar yellow fur on her body with orange head fur. She was clad in a dress uniform top with a bunch of pins on her big fat padded left breast, blue shorts with realistic lightning bolts on her broad hips which were level wirh her wide shoulders and tough military sneaker steel toed boot hybrid-esque shoes. Her eyes, mostly covered by aviator sunglasses had an alien gradient from yellow to firey orange hues. On her right breast was a patch that has the military branch's logo, a lightning bolt flanked by pegasus wings. The same logo seen on the heel end of her rugged shoes.

She then puts her hands on her chubby, well defined hips and grows to a mile tall before loudly stating in a defiant tone of tomboyish authority "This message is to not only the governor of Arizona, but to any person in political power in this federal jurisdiction. Let this decimation of one of your cities stand as proof that we refuse to allow attempted bullying and tarnishing to our intergalactic reputation. You may think you're the baddest species in space but you're now thrust into the intergalactic stage and put yourselves on our radar the moment your old fart disgraces to democracy dared to test the waters sand poke the cages of beasts you do not nor will you ever understand. And between you and me, Governor Rathhousen? You made this personal. I will find your old crusty and senile minded ass. And you better be damn sure you will get served the death penalty for attempted assassination of yours truly. Now then. We need time to relax from this mission. But know this Earthling insects." She then makes a portal appear before her soldiers walk through it and vanish....

Only for residents in Louisiana to hear at precisely noon a tomboyish voice say in a sinister dark tone "You're next. Insects of the Bayou State. Your days are finite."