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The brown wolf gasps as the giant god effortlessly drops him into his left boot with a heavy smack. Jack could never of even imagined this ever happening to him. A massive wolf like himself, he could crush cities with ease! However, now he was being toyed with like the little micro's he himself used to toy with.

"Haha... Little bug, you are nothing to me. You deserve to be wiped out! Thinking that you were a god... It almost makes me laugh. Using those tiny micro's as a way to fuel your silly fantasy, I'll show you just what a real deity can do." Blake laughs down at the city sized wolf, his own paw easily big enough to mush him down with a single step.

The wolf growls up at the huge paw that was covering him, stuck in the huge leather boot. He knew he couldn't fight it, the large pad now covering his form, pressing down into the boot with him nicely lining the sole, just to be used as a cushion for the real giants paws. "There we go boy... Doesn't that feel much better? That's really the only reason you were ever born, to simply be used by a real wolf, not live as a pathetic excuse as one." The larger wolf exclaimed, grinding his paw into the soft mat.

Blake lifts his paw up, taking the first step with the new lining inside, his paw hovering over the city the other wolf as rampaging. He gives a small grin, utterly flattening it under the huge sole of the boot, the wolf inside cushioning the blow for the giants paw. Instead of the gigantic sized paw feeling it, Jack is forced up against it, his body cracking and squishing as it tries to take the impact. The wolf's musky paw rubs up against his fur, forced to endure its scent as it soaks into his fur, the wolf stamping around to another city. While Jack would take perhaps hours to completely annihilate a city, the god simply steps on it like it wasn't there, making the wolf inside suffer the agony of the towering skyscrapers push up against his body. Blake's paws sweat with the considerable heat building up in the boot, Jack already squirming helplessly with the pain and scent, his fur already coated with the odor. He begins to almost bake alive inside of it, panting and whimpering out, trying to beg to be let out from under the millions of tons on top of him, his body straining more and more. Blake simply walks on, feeling the soft fur of the mutt inside his sole press up against the underside of his paw entirely oblivious to the wolf's cries, not that he'd care.

The gigawolf comes across another sprawling city, it easily one of the largest he'd ever seen. Watching the city come to a standstill at the sight of him was a great thing to see. Each and every one of the pathetic residents looking up at their god, his smooth white fur reflecting the sun from behind it, his back blocking any bit of sunlight to the whole city. He lifts his mammoth sized foot above the frightened metropolis as the wolf inside squirms hard, rubbing up against his soaking pads, literally dripping with sweat. Blake presses down just in time to cut out the miserable screaming from getting louder. The vast group of skyscrapers now smash up against the wolf's form inside the boot, forcing his muzzle into the gods musky fur. As his paw hits the ground, Jack's muzzle crushes against it, his nose breaking in a single swipe while the rest of his body struggles to stay together, a few ribs already starting to give away under it all. The musk gets stronger inside the massive boot, it building up steadily as the heat rises inside, Jack starting to become boiled alive and desperate for any mercy. The sweat starts to pool up under the wolf, no where for it all to go, bathing in the foul secretion.

Blake sighs with content, grinding his two paws into what remains of the city. He got used to this, snuffing out millions every day. Entire cities gone in a blink of an eye, not one survivor. He couldn't however have other macro's running around ruining his fun, they needed to be showed who really is in charge. They were runts, no better than micro's he kills without thought. Jack struggles under the weight, the paw digits digging into his form, crushing his limbs like they weren't even there. His muzzle gets forced open across the larger wolf's musky fur, forced to lick and clean it, the taste lingering in his maw as more and more weight presses down, no longer being cushioned under the softer ground. The heat begins to become too much for the Jack, his mind blank with only the feeling of the constant squashing of his body. He subconsciously begins to lap at whatever liquid he can feel, now 'willingly' cleaning over the soaking paws of the alpha. The wolf's squirms become stronger, becoming desperate as he feels the heat increase, the weight pressing down even harder, hundred's of tons being added to his body after each passing moment. He laps at the puddle formed beneath him, swallowing down the thick liquid, groaning and panting desperately as he takes mouthfuls of it, gulping each and every one down.

"Time to end this you little pest... I hope you enjoy being baked alive and crushed, seems you like cleaning my paws too. So pathetic, and after thinking you were so strong too!" Blake says with a laugh, finally deciding to lift his dripping paw out of the boot.

Jack gasps with the first breath of fresh air he could get through his broken muzzle. His limbs snapped and broken as he tries to get up from the puddle of wolf sweat, his temperture starting to finally fall. Heatstoke having already set in, it's only a matter of time before he either succumbs to it, or his broken body. Blake makes this decision for him, watching him for another moment as he feebly laps away at the puddle of sweat, gasping for every breath he takes.

The wolf's godlike paw simply pushes itself back into the boot, Blake pressing down every ounce of his weight on the one paw, the ever so familiar feeling of his body compacting inwards, his body popping like a balloon.

"Guh... Toying with these other macro's is so much more fun than I imagined..." Blake says with a happy sigh, stomping off to find his next victim.