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Trespassers Will Be Crushed

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Irwin's alarm clock blared at six o'clock in the morning. His massive hand whacked and swatted at it, at last hitting the snooze button located at the top of the blasted machine. He had forgotten to shut the alarm off last night, as today was his day off, and was cursing his ignorance as he tried to get comfortable and go back to sleep. Ten minutes later, when the alarm blasted again, he took hold of it and threw it against the wall with all his might. He did try to go back to sleep after that, but rest wasn't coming. He was awake, so he kicked out of his covers and rolled so his large hooves were on the ground. The bed springs whined as he pushed himself up, and lifted his arms over his head to stretch fatigue out of his limbs. Not a great night's sleep, but not the worst either. Time to start the day.

The bathroom lights blinded his eyes before they finally adjusted to the bright glow. He grumbled angrily to himself, as he stood in front of the mirror and looked himself over.

Irwin was a bull, with tan fur and darker brown hair crowning his crown. A pair of impressive, eggshell colored horns stretched out of his head, kept neat and polished with prideful zeal. He took a warm shower, which chased away whatever residual fatigue he was feeling, and washed his fur with scented body washes. For his hooves, he spent several minutes scrubbing and polishing them, until they sparkled in the bathroom's florescent lights, and then stepped out of the shower. Lighting a candle to cut through the steam, he brushed his teeth, and rinsed his mouth with lemon flavored Listerine.

Irwin was nude as he left the bathroom, fur still slightly moist and hooves still sparkling with the luster of polish. He was tall, even by bull standards, and his body was absolutely bulging with muscles and strength. His chest especially was rippling with an impressive six pack. His hooves made a racket of clip-clop as he trotted to the kitchen, and in one of the corners, found a small box. He smiled, and squatted down. He picked up the box (which just fit in his large hand,) and brought it to his golden eyes, peering inside. A wide grin spread across his lips.

"Well hello there, tiny ones," he said, with friendly vigor. "I don't get you guys," he muttered. "Surely you know what the box is. Are you all just so hungry, you're willing to take the risk there might be something in there? Or is this some sort of ritual suicide for your kind? Eh, what does it matter? Never look a gift horse in the mouth and such. That reminds me, I gotta call Yolanda..."

Retrieving a pair of scissors from one of the kitchen drawers, Irwin very carefully cut the roof of the glue trap across. A pair of fingers carefully gripped the sides of the glue trap, and then peeled it back, soon revealing six micros, all hopelessly stuck up to their ankles in the gummy floor. Twelve eyes all fixated on the bull, and little screams rose out of the box all at once.

The glue could be dissolved with dish soap, so Irwin's next stop was the sink. He ran the water on a low, warm setting, and carefully washed the littles beneath the stream. Adding dish soap to his fingers, he very carefully freed the micros from the sticky floor, depositing them into a large jar. The jar, tall and smooth on the inside, and located by the sink, might imply that Irwin had done this at least a few times before. When his quarry were cleaned and deposited in their glass prison, he threw the useless glue trap out, and brought the micros to the bedroom.

The six micros were huddled together with fear and terror in their hearts, as their glass prison was placed upon the bed. They expected something horrible: the bull to flood the jar halfway and leave them to tread water all day (by the gods they hoped it would be water,) or simply turn the jar upside down outside a two story window, and leave them to splat against the ground. To their great astonishment, after placing the jar upon the bed, the bull's interest in them left him. He sat on the bed, beside them, but that was so he could use the phone on the nightstand.

"Yo, Yo," he said into the phone. He smiled, and rolled himself so he was lying on the bed, the jar now corralled between his muscular thighs. Irwin still wasn't wearing any boxers, and so the sight at the micro's front was the vast underside of Irwin's crotch. His large, bull testicles spilled forward, actually pressing up against the polished glass of the jar. The tip of his erection, idly standing outside the sheath, was just touching the cool glass and providing an odd tingle. Irwin's erection had a golden color, although around the glans shifted to a near brown. As he spoke on the phone, an idle hand reached down between his legs, and gently gave himself a rub.

"About six," he said into the phone. "A bunny, a couple monkeys, a deer, lizard, some kind of mutt... does it really matter? They're all going to end up the same way.... Yeah, come over. I'll try to leave you the scaly. I know how much you love them."

The six micros were starting to calm down. The sight at their front and sides was nothing pleasant, but for whatever reason, they thought they were safe. They assumed that they would be set free outside, warned to never come here again (a warning they wouldn't heed of course,) but they believed they were going to be alright.

Then Irwin sat up, and picked the jar up by the rim. He stood, and placed the jar down on the ground between his large, eggshell colored hooves. Now, the great golden erection that jutted forth from the bull's hips was high above them, hanging heavy, as most bovine genitals did. Irwin squatted, and peered into the jar. By the look on his face, he was thinking hard about something. "Can't take the scaly," he finally said. "Gotta leave that for Yolanda. She'd probably like the doe too. Go with the mutt, there are always so many mutts."

Irwin reached into the jar; thick, fat fingers splayed. A piercing howl erupted from the jar, and although Irwin felt something furry and wiggly against his fingertip, it managed to slip out of his grip before he could pin it against the jar's wall. Irwin pulled his hand out, and looked back inside. "OK, little fellas, let me put it like this. I want the dog, but I am willing to take anyone. I do want the dog though. Give me the dog, and you all can live a while longer. Don't, and I take whoever I can. Now, let's try this again."

Irwin's hand filled the jar's opening. Fingers splayed, they swept through empty air until he felt the oddness of furry warmth. He carefully squeezed the warmth between his fingertip and thumb, and then brought his hand out, revealing the dog, squeezed mercilessly around the middle. Much to Irwin's surprise, the dog's hands were wrapped around the long, floppy ear of the rabbit, refusing to let go even as the rabbit hissed and snapped and begged.

Irwin's hand came beneath the dog and rabbit, and he dropped them into his palm. The dog finally relinquished his hold, but the moment the rabbit had recovered from the fall, he was upon the dog, the dog's throat in the rabbit's hands.

"Hey, hey," Irwin said, pinching the rabbit by the ear and dragging him back, then placing him in his opposite hand. "If anyone is going to be doing the killing, it's going to be me."

The bull slowly sat down on the bed, and lay down. He dropped the dog and the rabbit onto his rocky abdomen, a few abs before the golden erection between the tree trunk sized thighs. "One of you will be free to leave," Irwin said. "The other is going to stay with me, forever. The contest to decide will be who can pleasure me the most. Simple rules, right? Bunny, you take the left side. Mutt, you take the right. And...go."

Irwin's golden eyes remained fixated on the littles, who just stared up at him. He grew annoyed, and cleared his throat.

It was the dog who turned on his heels and headed down the muscular torso, over the thick pubic fur and to the inflated pride of the bull. His enhanced olfactory sense was a detriment to him, however, and when the full musk of the bull hit him, he was almost knocked over. The stench made it dreadful to breath. It was impossible to believe that the bull had just showered recently, considering how strong and thick his musk was. For that reason, it was the rabbit who reached the erection first, and not wasting a moment's time, wrapped his little hands around the golden rod. He dug his claws into the smothering flesh, sure that any moment the bull would buck and shake, and he did not want to be thrown off in the throes of passion. The dog soon joined him, taking up residence at the right side of the shaft, and together they began to rub their furry bodies against the penis.

Irwin grunted his approval and set his head down, enjoying the relaxing massage of his two little helpers. His penis was quite impressive in size, but bovines were always inspiring, so rather than growing straight and erect, it grew forward, gravity pulling the heavy weight down. The micros were slightly deterred at that, but soon the dog was gently rubbing and massaging, licking and kissing, around the base of the shaft, at the rim between pubic fur and flesh. It was a delightful tickle that earned the occasional laugh from the great bull, and he soon sat up, curious what the rabbit was doing to try to top his partner.

The rabbit's tiny feet walked along the pillar of golden flesh, the claws digging into the skin to assure a good stance, and perhaps to provide a little tingle to his bovine overlord. When he came to the glans of the heavy erection, he carefully climbed down, his silky body brushing against the throbbing girth and making Irwin shiver. A splash of white gushed from the gaping slit, knocking the rabbit off his feet, but recovering quickly, he was soon pressing his entire body against the glans; licking, kissing, and biting the thick skin. It felt surprisingly good, and Irwin gave a very gentle nod of approval, though the rabbit was not looking to him. His focus was solely on the gargantuan glans, thicker than his torso. The gushes of white pressed him back, and made his fur heavy, but he struggled to hold on and lick it.

The dog was affectionate, but far from anything special. He lay his body down and hugged the thick girth, grinding his own miniscule cock against the warm, musky flesh. It felt good, but it was the bunny's play that really got the bull gushing. Irwin's muscular abdomen heaved and his belly flexed, the stream of white suddenly coming to a stop. The bunny, worried that he had somehow failed, immediately dropped to his knees and thrust his face into the gaping slit. His tongue stretched forward, into the erection, and stroked the glans from within. Suddenly, the stream of white returned. Like a flood, it sprayed out of the slit, gushing over the poor rabbit, who found himself pushed several feet back by the heavy wash. The dog held tight to the erection, hugging it, terrified of being thrown off, but always stroking and licking the member despite the ugly taste on his tongue.

Gushes of white sprayed out of Irwin, who clenched his fists and pulled at the sheets. A miniscule hand lifted out of the heavy pool as the rabbit struggled to escape, but wave upon wave washed over him and the entire bed. The dog howled with pain as he suddenly felt the giant's hand upon his back, and Irwin furiously masturbated, working every drop of cream out of his shaft.

With a heavy groan, he stopped, and lay back down. He stopped gripping the bed sheets so tight, and instead his hands fell down at his side. Between his legs, the suffocating blob of white distorted. After a moment, the bunny's head emerged, tiny mouth open and gasping for air. Vomit followed, staining the pure white bovine seed that had nearly drowned him. A pair of fingers came down, and plucked the rabbit up, holding him in the air. Irwin's other hand plucked up the dog, and he slowly rolled to his hooves, standing.

"Hmm... you both did more than I could have hoped for," Irwin admitted. "But I must say, the bunny did just a little better." He looked to the dog, and squatted, gently placing him on the ground. "You can go, mutt."

The rabbit's voice emerged as a dumb squeal. It chattered and snarled and squeaked furiously, the little arms and legs kicking in protest. The dog, perhaps confused at the mercy it had been shown, spent a moment to look at his fellow micro, before turning and starting to run with all of his might.

Irwin placed his hooves around the glass jar, and then squatted down slowly. Leaning forward, and lifting his tail, his crack and the quivering anus housed between his two muscular glutes was suddenly revealed to the four micros, still hopelessly trapped in their glass prison. Irwin leaned farther and farther down, and for a moment, the four micros feared his intention was to crush the jar beneath his posterior. But he stopped before that, and leaning forward, he expanded his stance, exposing more of the cleft of his butt to his captive audience. His stubby tail wagged in anticipation of what was to come, as he reached back with his free hand, and took hold of one of his ass cheeks, pulling it wide.

His other hand, with the micro rabbit squeezed delicately between his fingertips, reached behind his massive hips. Coated in sticky white that was kicked off with the furious fidgets, the rabbit begged and squealed and whined, but all of its cries fell upon deaf ears. The cries were hauntingly silenced as Irwin pressed the bunny's face up against the wrinkled, hungry, quivering anus under his stubby tail. Irwin's fingers pulled back, and the rabbit's face was free of the smothering flesh. Another scream erupted from its mouth, before Irwin's finger found the back of its head, and once more pressed it into the flexing skin. This time, its skull and long ears disappeared past the rim. The only show that it was still screaming was the skin that vibrated just past the tight, squeezing ring of muscle. Irwin worked the rabbit in slowly, his anus stretching wider to accommodate the micro's shoulders, and then squeezing it tight to keep its arms pinned at its side. Soon, only the rabbit's legs were free and kicking furiously. A deafening grunt escaped the bull, and his anus expanded wide. A vulgar slurp echoed over the jar, as the rabbit was sucked up suddenly. The pink paw pads could just be made out, peeking out of the smothering embrace of the tan rim.

Irwin's powerful legs braced, and he slowly stood up. The micros inside the jar could still see the pink of the paw pads peeking out of the vent, but when the bull's tail lowered and came to rest in the cleft of his buttocks, whatever hope the rabbit had disappeared, and a sickening horror swept the four in the jar.

The dog had no time for thoughts, however. As fast as his tired, stubby legs could carry him, he ran across the long sweep of the bedroom floor, panting and struggling with each step, never daring to look back. His greatest fear was to see the mammoth fingers of the bull reaching for him. In fact, he could feel the rumbles of earthquakes that marked heavy hooves stomping across the ground, making him bounce off the floor each time they fell. The hoof steps seemed all around him, but lifting his head, he could see the great threshold of the door, and for the first time noticed another macro was filling it.

Yolanda was a horse, with obsidian fur and a silver mane, worn long down her back. Generally tied into an elaborate ponytail (the joke was not lost on her), today was no exception. Although Irwin was of an impressive height, Yolanda was in fact taller by several inches. Today she was dressed in an orange midriff shirt and a pair of dark orange jeans. Her hooves, which had no covering, were shined and polished to such an extent, they practically glowed like twin obsidian obelisks. She was walking along casually, not even looking down but instead focusing on Irwin. Her left hoof lifted into the air, for a moment hovering over the dog, whose flight slowed to a dumb walk.

Yolanda didn't even feel the micro's body popping beneath her hoof. She walked to Irwin, who was bent over the bed, groaning and rubbing his penis furiously, trying to coax another load out of his aching shaft. One of Yolanda's large hands slapped across his broad ass. "You called me over?"

Irwin sighed as he stood up. The micro, remarkably, was still alive between his cheeks, but he could feel its twitching growing steadily weaker. Still, it provided a certain weight against his heavy prostate that kept his penis thick and full. He wanted more though, and reaching down, picked the jar back up. He walked to his computer desk, and then pulled the chair on wheels back. It was reinforced to support his significant size and weight, with a pair of sturdy arms at the sides. In other words, it was perfect for what he had in mind, and turning the jar onto its side, watched with amusement as the micros began to slide down the smooth interior. The deer slid out easily, as his hooves made it difficult to grip the smooth surface, and then the monkeys, but the lizard adamantly clung to the wall, even as the jar was turned fully upside down. It was only after striking the jar from the outside several times that the lizard was finally knocked loose and ended up sliding all the way down, landing on the seat with his three fellow tinies.

Irwin plucked the deer up, and placed him back in the jar. "I have plans for this one," he said, handing the jar to Yolanda. She was disappointed at that, and was wondering why she had been called here at all, but simply placed the jar on the bed. She took her tube top off, pulling it over her head. Her breasts were quite impressive, and without a shirt or bra to hold the two mountains of fat at bay, they seemed even larger and plumper and fuller, the orange nipples and areola a sharp contrast to the obsidian fur that covered her D-cups. Her pants followed, and she kicked them aside. Then sitting on the bed, she picked up the jar and placed it in her lap. Leaning her hips up just a bit, her orange nether lips came to press right against the glass, giving the deer a sight that was both horrifying and oddly arousing. The pressure of the cool glass against her warm lips caused the slit to drool; slick juice oozed out of the engorged labia and smeared across the glass. Occasionally, she gave her enormous breasts an affectionate squeeze, or brought the jar higher, rubbing it between her boobs.

Irwin, meanwhile, was squatting before the chair, toying with the three remaining micros. They attempted to run to the edge to escape of course, seemingly ignorant of the fact a fall to the floor would prove fatal. Irwin would let them run, let them almost reach the edge, before one of his fingers swung down and hit the micro, knocking them across the cushion. They would stand, and try again, and again Irwin would give them a hard flick. The micros were certainly hardy, but as the casual flicks continued to reign down upon them, they began to grow hurt. They ceased to bounce back to their feet and try to run again, and instead struggled even to stand. The lizard lasted the longest, his hollow, flexible bones sparing him broken legs or ribs for quite some time, but eventually he found he simply could not stand under his own power.

Now bored of the game, Irwin plucked the three micros up and placed them strategically on the cushion. The monkeys were placed at the sides, one on the left, and one on the right. The lizard was placed in the middle, on the ridge that his buttocks and crack had caused from years of sitting. Rubbing himself passively, Irwin turned around and lifted his stubby tail, exposing his crack and the quivering hole that had mercilessly devoured the rabbit. Bracing his hands on the arms of the chair, he very slowly began to sit down.

He felt the monkeys first. The one on his left lifted its claws and actually tried to scratch at the impending wall of tan fur and flesh, and then tried to push it away with the strength of his arms, legs and tail. It did not work, of course, and slowly the wall came down harder and harder, both monkeys spared death only because Irwin was keeping most of his weight on his straining arms. He wiggled slowly back and forth, the smooth fur on his cheeks brushing against the micros in a horrible way. They fought and kicked and begged and squealed, and occasionally the cheeks actually lifted up. But then they fell, the pockets of fat once more smothering them completely.

This time, Irwin waited. He could just squish them, but really, where was the fun in that? Instead he rested on them, his massive weight upon their miniscule bodies. Their arms and legs were pinned to their sides, but they still bit and snapped their jaws at the pocket of fat. The burden on their chest was enormous, and even though Irwin refrained from squishing them outright, the life was slowly being crushed out of them. It was impossible for them to inflate their lungs with the titanic bull sitting down, and even if they could, the air was suffocating and thick with musk.

As he weighed down just a little heavier upon the seat, he was delighted to feel the tingle of the lizard. Housed between his two massive glutes, the scaly micro suddenly came to life, and began to claw and scratch at the tender skin of Irwin's crack. The struggles under his cheeks slowed to a stop, so Irwin saw no need to be gentle, and began to grind his ass left to right, putting pressure on the tiny lizard stuck in the cleft of his butt.

Irwin let a neigh escape his lips when one of the lizard's feet kick against his anus, and then twitched, trapped in the tight sphincter. The bull laughed. "They never learn," he muttered. To be honest, if the micros didn't provide such delightful resistance, he would probably just let them go. Or stomp them, but a quick crush under a hoof was certainly preferable to what they now endured. Micros were stupid creatures though, and the world would be better with a few less.

Irwin pushed himself off the chair and stood on shaky hooves. He grunted, clenching his cheeks tight together, and suddenly dragged the lizard in up to its belly. Claws scraped and scratched against the wrinkled skin of Irwin's pucker and tiny hands actually tried to pry the sphincter open. But Irwin was confident that the lizard was utterly confined, and shaking with each step, slowly walked to Yolanda. His golden shaft jutted forward from his darker tan pubic fur. A particularly engorged vein emerged from the upper side of the shaft, expanding and contracting in sync with the bull's powerful heart. Irwin walked until he was standing before Yolanda, and then looked to her, pleadingly.

Yolanda rolled her eyes. "You really called me over just for a three way?"

"Uh hu..." Irwin said with a soft smile.

Again, Yolanda rolled her eyes. Irwin really was a selfish cow when it came right down to it, but she would be lying if she said the sight of the sixteen foot penis didn't turn her on. The only thing she was really bothered by was the fact he had had all this fun without her.

She gripped the penis very gently, and reached into the jar between her legs with her free hand. She fished around for a moment, until she caught the micro deer against one of the jar's smooth walls. Squeezing one of his arms tightly, she brought him out and threw the jar aside, as it was no longer of importance. The micro squeaked and babbled and begged as it was lowered towards the massive shaft, screaming even louder when the scent of bovine musk enveloped its lungs. With very little resistance, the micro sank into the throbbing gold of the bull, all the way up to its underarms. It was the broadness of the deer's shoulders and the bubbling tide inside the Irwin's shaft that kept the deer from sliding any farther.

Knowing that Irwin might shoot like a rocket at any moment, Yolanda quickly rolled over. For a horse, her hips were surprisingly narrow and her ass was. But Irwin was so eager to fuck someone his size, he hardly cared about her lack of dimensions. Pulling her buttocks apart, he exposed the adorable orange rosebud, flexing in anticipation of what was to come.

The deer, buried up to his shoulders inside the golden rod of flesh, could do nothing but watch as the horse's enormous plot grew closer and closer. Suddenly thrust between the obsidian buttocks, the only light he had bled from between the strands of silver fur that made up the horse's dock. Before, he had thought the air was horrid, but now he could not breathe. His every breath was dominated by the bull's musk or the horse's lust, although he managed to suck down a deep breath before his face was pressed mercilessly into the orange star.

Irwin grunted, body falling slightly limp as he pushed deeper into the equine woman. The nerves on his glans tingled as he pressed his penis forward, gently applying pressure until the rim opened at last. He thrust, and when the rim clamped upon his aching shaft, a shudder of bliss coursed through him. The deer was squirming and fighting and stretching his slit.

Yolanda arched her back, groaning and neighing as the thick shaft was pressed between her taught, muscular cheeks. She braced her upper body with one hand, her other gently groped and squeezed at her shapely breasts, massaging them and pinching at the orange nipple. Irwin leaned back, and then rolled forward, ramming his penis inside her, making her grunt and gasp and slam a burly fist upon the bed. She clenched hard, and couldn't imagine the micro could endure the pressure, though she did not care. A steady stream of white was trickling out of the penis and into her slickening anal walls, lubricating the passage for the rocky cock. Without fail, Irwin thrust into her, driving himself harder, but maintaining a steady back and forth rhythm. Deeper and deeper he pushed, until his thicker pubic fur was pressing against her buttocks, tickling her, making her giggle softly. She felt his hands come to rest on her flanks, and gently squeeze her on and off. By the clip-clop noise, she guessed he was bouncing from hoof to hoof, his load building inside his large testicles but not quite escaping. She focused her mind on gently clenching, on and off, heightening his lust, until she clenched tight suddenly. He groaned, nearly howling, and the moment her muscles released their great clench, a stream of white flooded her inside. She giggled at the pleasant feel, wondering if a certain deer was now getting to explore her, but that was not of importance. The bull grunted and thrust, slamming hips again and again, but slowly his thrusts came to a stop. Several long minutes were spent above her, panting.

Eventually, gripping her buttocks with both hands, he began to pull himself back. Yolanda sighed and groaned as the girth of his penis left her. The very moment the glans had passed the threshold of her anus, she clenched, assuring she would hold all the love inside her, at least for now. Her belly was just a little distended from the weight she now carried, and it delighted her to no end to softly slap and rub her fattened midriff.

"You seriously used up all the tinies before I got here?" she asked.

Irwin lay down on the bed, sighing, erection still drooling milky white. He nodded.

"Fucking cow," she muttered.

"You can check the other traps, if you want. There's one in the living room."

Yolanda stood up, and headed out the door. Each step shifted her distended middle in a pleasant way, and she took to walking in a more sensual manner than usual manner, shaking her middle and her hips, until at last she came into the living room. In one of the corners, she found the trap, and casually picked it up. She gave it a good shake, and was delighted to hear several panicked cries and screams emerge from the cardboard housing. She hooked a thick finger into the trap's roof and pulled it back slowly. There, revealed, where ten pairs of eyes, five micros all looking up at her with fear and horror... and just a little awe at the titanic, equine goddess who was staring down at them. "Well hello there," she said.