Painting the Town White
So here's a short story I wrote about a macro werewolf looking for something he could use as his personal dildo.
Anyone who's played the Rampage series should know who Ralph is.
Painting the Town White
The gargantuan blue werewolf panted and growled as he looked all over the city for something useful. Of course, it was hard to traverse through the city given that Ralph was a thirty-foot-tall macro monster. And the fact that all the people on the ground was either shooting at him or running away screaming wasn't helping his current situation. This was the first time where Ralph wasn't trying to destroy the entire city (even if he already had crushed a few just for laughs). The blue werewolf looked down at a puny police officer who was bold enough to shoot at him using nothing but a measly pistol. The bullets literally bounced off Ralph's gruff and hardened exterior; they felt like bothersome bees to him. Tired of getting shot at, Ralph snarled and kicked at the officer's police car. The siren gave off a pitiful whine before the car finally landed inside of a vacant building and exploded. The officer lowered his gun and his eyes grew wide.
"Um...I'm gonna need more backup," he said dumbly.
Ralph roared at the puny officer, causing him to yelp and run in the other direction. The blue werewolf started to stomp his way down the street, ignoring all the trees, mailboxes, benches and cars he crushed underneath his footpaws. The demented macro grinned devilishly when he saw a whole set of magnificent skyscrapers all with very thin or pointy roofs. The blue werewolf licked his lips before he snickered to himself and latched himself onto one of the giant buildings. He started to climb the skyscraper with little difficulty, using his claws and toe-claws to help him get to the top. But once he was there, he didn't demolish the whole building or stomp on it like he'd normally do. Instead, he grabbed the building's lightning rod and snarled as he jerked it--and most of the rooftop--apart. Ralph stared at the pointy object curiously, blinking and panting, wondering if it was the right size for him. Eventually Ralph decided that it was too small, and he casually tossed the rooftop aside.
The werewolf jumped off the skyscraper, landing on the ground with a thunderous crash that shook some of the adjacent buildings. He looked all around before casually picking up a nearby telephone pole and examining that as well. Ralph blinked before he tossed that aside too. The telephone pole wasn't thick enough for him, nor was it pointy at the top. He needed the perfect instrument to satisfy his needs; otherwise he might just destroy the city out of frustration. The werewolf grabbed another tall skyscraper and panted as he scurried his way towards the top. Ralph wagged his tail and examined the lightning rod and the rooftop. He smiled to himself--although it came out as a grin due to his serrated and oversized white teeth--before he grabbed the lightning rod and yanked off the rooftop. The monster almost laughed to himself, happy that he'd finally be able to play with himself using one of the city's very own buildings.
The macro werewolf slammed the chunk of rooftop on the street, examining it carefully and grinning, making sure it stood up straight. The lightning rod was thin, but it became thicker at the base of the rooftop. In other words, Ralph would feel more pressure as he graudally lowered his anus. He had created his very own dildo using one of the city's lightning rods. Ralph approached the giant "dildo" and started to rub his sheath. He looked down and watched as his red, thick cock started to come out of its musky chamber. The werewolf growled lustfully before he stepped closer to the lightning rod, still rubbing his dick and testicles. Some of the people on the ground couldn't take their eyes off Ralph. It was one thing to destroy an entire city, but now the monster was planning on using a building as his personal anal toy? Some could only stare at Ralph with disgust, while others were watching with amazement or shock, going as far as taking pictures or videotaping him so they could post their evidence on the Internet. Ralph turned around and lifted his tail before he let out a nightmarish chuckle. He slowly lowered his giant blue ass and let the pointy lightning rod penetrate his anus.
Unfortunately, Ralph did not anticipate how pointy and sharp the lightning rod would be; he yelped and jumped off, grasping his searing tailhole with a shocked look on his face. The werewolf moaned and whined as he rubbed his ass; any further and the needle-like rod would've punctured something and made him bleed. Anyone who was standing far, far away from Ralph would've fell on the ground and laughed hysterically upon seeing his face and watching him jump high into the air. Ralph clearly had more searching to do, and even less patience. As the werewolf was busy massaging his ass, a military chopper flew into the city and began to shoot at him. The bullets still didn't damage him, but they were a lot more painful than mere handgun bullets. The werewolf snarled irritably before he swatted at the chopper like it were a fly, watching as it lost control and crashed into a nearby grocery store. Obviously the National Guard (and quite possibly the army) had been aware of Ralph's presence and were speeding their way towards him. Even now Ralph could see the various set of tanks, APCs, and trucks carrying soldiers in the back rushing to his location. Ralph had to make this fast, otherwise the whole city would feel his wrath.
Ralph quickly scurried up another tower with much agility and tore off the lightning rod with a loud grunt. He jumped down and landed on the ground (crushing someone's expensive car in the process) before he placed the chunk of rooftop down and examined it. Since the military was coming, Ralph couldn't be picky; he just wanted to make sure the tip wasn't pointy enough to make his ass bleed. The macro dabbed the top twice with his finger before he smiled. It wasn't prickly, so he should be fine as long as he went down on it very slowly. The massive blue werewolf rubbed his thick balls again, letting his precious orbs dangle from his pelvis as he approached the better suited dildo. Ralph turned around again, tail raised, and slowly began to sit on the building's lightning rod, exhaling as he felt the thin needle-like structure being shoved into his rectum. It was right around that time when the army finally was within range to fire at the monster. The lieutenant of the unit aimed his M16 at the monster, along with all of his soldiers and the tanks and APCs traveling with him.
"ON MY...mark..." The lieutenant's voice began to drone out as he looked at Ralph more closely. The furry beast was sitting on the rooftop's lightning rod and stroking his cock with his left paw. All the soldiers could only stare at the animal with bewilderment, not sure what they should do now. They responded on a call that a monster was destroying the city and murdering thousands of innocent people. Not including the helicopter pilots, there wasn't a dead body in sight, and by the looks of it, the monster had only destroyed the city so he could find a proper dildo. No one was really sure if what Ralph was doing was deemed "hostile."
"Sir, do you...want us to fire?"
The unerring sniper standing beside his lieutenant could easily shoot Ralph in the eye without breaking a sweat once he gave the order. Then again, he wasn't sure what they should do either.
"I...don't know."
Ralph wasn't paying attention to the confused soldiers. He was too busy panting and growling to himself as he stroked his dick. The werewolf kept a firm grip on his member, making sure he rubbed it back and forth at a steady pace. He grunted as he went down on the "dildo" some more before his cock throbbed a few times. The red shaft was fully erect now and emitting a tiny drop of precum. The werewolf tightened his grip, but still rubbed at a steady pace, caressing his penis calmly. Ralph closed his eyes and began to daydream. He imagined what it would be like if one of the other monsters fucked him, like Boris the rhino. The thought of having the pachyderm's thick cock in his ass made the werewolf ecstatic. Ralph opened his eyes and let out a pleasurable, yet creepy growl and began to rub faster. Panting, the werewolf looked down at his throbbing member and started to move up and down on the dildo, pretending like someone was slowly fucking him. When half of the lightning rod was jammed up his behind, Ralph stopped and let out a fierce snarl. All the soldiers shouted and pointed their guns at the monster, but he was still just masturbating with a disturbing, pleased look on his face.
Ralph went down a little further and snarled again as his cock throbbed. He started to stroke his meaty phallus faster now, feeling some of the semen building up in his system. All the soldiers were still fixating on the blue monster, still wondering how he could be so jaunty even with a bunch of guns pointed at him. Ralph started to go up and down on the rod, moaning, growling, and panting as he did so. Some of the precum began to ooze from his penis and dripped onto the ground. Given his size, the little droplet could easily cover a manhole cover. The werewolf stroked his cock rapidly, panting and creating a faint squishy sound as he fapped in front of the soldiers. More precum began to spill out of the glans. The hairy beast shouted again and smiled widely, panting as he looked down at his dick and watched more clear, sticky fluids drip onto the street. Some of the soldiers began to back away, knowing full well by that look that he was gonna cum very soon. Some of them were already taking cover or running away.
"Shit. He's gonna blow!"
"TAKE COVER!"
Ralph closed his eyes and panted some more, still daydreaming about Boris fucking him silly. He thought about the muscular brute flexing for him, posing on the ground like he were a model, and bending over and showing off his humongous ass. The werewolf panted four times before he jerked himself down on the rod so fast he practically jammed the whole thing up his anus. Imagining that the rod was a thinner version of Boris' cock finally did it. The werewolf shouted, his body shaking a little, before he finally blasted his load all over the street. Some of the soldiers (namely the lieutenant) did not have enough time to hide, and were promptly knocked down by Ralph's thick, milky semen. Many of them shouted while others hid under vehicles or behind walls. Three streams of cum hit the soldiers before the canine decided to do something even naughtier. He jerked his cock to the left and managed to hit one of the expensive hotel buildings twice. Still ejaculating, he pointed his cock a little higher up, knocking over some of the nosy pedestrians who were recording him with their cameras. After he hit them twice, he aimed his cock at the soldiers in the street again, using whatever cum was left in his system to hit them.
By the time he was done, ten slimy streams of spooge had been released from his cock. The blue werewolf exhaled heavily before he relaxed and smiled. He let go of his penis and looked down, noticing that his member was becoming limp and still oozing out the last amount of cum. He let it drip onto his paws before he chuckled and licked the cum off. Afterwards, the monster grunted and got off the "dildo," feeling quite satisfied with himself. Ralph took a few steps forward before looking down at the soldiers. Those who weren't lying on the ground moaning and drenched in cum were still hiding, fearing that Ralph might expel something a little smellier on them. But the macro just chuckled and walked past them--making sure he crushed some of their vehicles underneath his giant footpaws. Everyone watched as the werewolf gradually began to disappear beyond the horizon and the tremors caused by his footsteps became softer and softer. And then he was gone, lost somewhere in the forest.
At least now none of the soldiers could say they had a boring day.