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Roadside Piss

By: Husky1980

It was a warm sunny afternoon, Ben was driving along Highway 99A in his 1988 Chevrolet Caprice Estate wagon, after a fun packed day at an auto show, he took many photographs of the cars there, and now he was heading home. Several miles ago, before he left the town the car show was hosted in, he stopped at a 24/7 for a few snacks, including a customary 64 oz cup of Surge Midnight, his delicious carbonated beverage had went through him a lot faster than he had anticipated and the Husky felt the strong urge to urinate, the next rest stop was about 20 miles out, not mention 15 miles if he got onto Highway 12B which he was going to be passing under at an interchange very soon.

The interchange in question has Highway 99A, a two-lane divided highway passing underneath a four-lane Interstate style highway, Highway 12B, before entering a one-and-a-half-mile long tunnel into the side of Bordner Summit. Onramps/offramps abound to get anyone to anywhere they needed to go, with ample amounts of shoulder to get off for a few minutes, stretch the legs, or of course do what Ben needed to do.

Ben turned down the dial of the radio blasting out 90s alternative rock, and pulled on the lever for the turn signal as he slowed down and pulled off into the gravel of the shoulder. Once stopped, he pressed his left paw down onto the parking brake, and wrapped his hand around the shifter on the steering column, and shifted his beautiful station wagon into park, before shutting off the engine and taking out his key. He grunted as he opened the door and got out to take a brief look around. Aside from a light blue Geo Metro three-door hatchback passing him by, there was no one else around. “Good, no one else is around." Ben had thought to himself as he began to walk up along this bank and up towards tree line.

Meanwhile, this colony of tiny humans had set up their civilization within a few small bushes and the trees at the edge of the tree line, said humans were about ½ an inch tall in height, and their little buildings were made from mud, sticks and foliage. They were by no means an advanced race, but they did make use of things around them when they had, such as litter that was strewn along and caught up in the bushes, or various bits and parts that fell off of vehicles time to time. The half-inch tall humans also collected water from tiretracks and puddles along the shoulder and took it back to their village for it to be filtered and used as a source of potable water.

One of these puddles was up higher from the rest of them, and there were about twenty tiny men and women working collecting water into small clay pots, loaded into a cart to be taken back to the village for filtration, as Ben casually stepped towards the tree line he was walking inadvertently towards them. Ben's casual steps to the little humans were like large tremors as they all fell onto their asses, the cart loaded with their past few hours of work tipped, spilling the water into the dirt where it was sucked up really quick. One of the men tried to scrabble to his feet, “He's heading towards the village! We gotta go warn the others!" he said as he began to make his run to warn the others. Others at the waterhole got up and tried to run in various directions, while some were stuck in awe at Ben's sheer size compared to them. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Ben's booted paws went along the path where he noticed the little puddle and chuckled before stepping his boot into it, swishing the water around without any other thoughs, not having even noticed the tiny bugs along the shore. The pathetic little humans were snuffed out instantly, either crushed by the tip of his boot, got dragged into the water or sliced in half by the edge of his boot. The man running towards the village turned and fell to his knees in horror, all of his fellow villagers, his friends, were just killed mercilessly by this Husky.

Tears running down his eyes, the man yelled out, “No! NO!! Stop killing us! We mean no harm!" a mixture of sadness and anger rushed through his body as he wanted to fight back, but knowing at his miniscule size, there was nothing that he could do. The only thing he could do right now was rush back to the village and warn everyone, and that he did. However, at his small size, his trek was very slow compared to Ben's stroll, Ben's steps just covered so much more distance than his, and as Ben got closer it was harder for him to run, as he fell down and scraped his arms and hands on the stones below. A dark shadow loomed over him as he rolled over onto his back and saw the massive city block sized boot tread come down to him, although it was a second, to the man it was like an eternity. “NO! NNNOOO!!!" he wailed before everything went dark around him followed by a lewd *CRUNCH!* sound.

Ben was still totally unaware of the twenty or so little lives he had brought to an end underneath his boots as he finally walked back up into the treeline, taking one more look around to make sure no one could see what he was doing, he went behind a few bushes, which is right where the heart of the village was. At first the little humans shrugged it off as another animal walking through the forest until they seen the boots and heard the booming footsteps of the giant Husky as he reached for the golden zipper of his jeans and unzipped them.

After tugging down his pair of blue briefs, Ben's pristine white furred sheath flopped out into the warm summer air, his red tip poking out as he aimed towards the ground. Without another second to spare, Ben's tip erupted with a powerful thick stream of golden musky piss, the flow darting right towards one of the mud huts, decimating it in a fraction of a second, the humans inside killed instantly, pulverized by the crumbling mud and piss. Humans all about began to scream and run away in different directions, Ben looking down and noticing as he chuckles evilly and whips his dick around decimating the other huts and pulverizing the tiny humans. Some began to huddle together and cry, others kneeling and begging for forgiveness.

“Aww what's this?" Ben asked with a sadistic chuckle, “A little group of pathetic bugs begging for forgiveness? Well it is most unfortunate." With a grunt Ben whipped his thick red canine cock into their direction, his still flowing stream of piss following suit as it rained down and devastated little huts, killing a few insects used by the humans as livestock and a few humans unfortunate or dumb enough to get into the thick stream of urine. Some of the praying humans began to flee their lives realizing this Husky was not going to be sparing anyone, however too little too late as their entire group got doused and pulverized as well.

A few of the tiny humans tried to grab onto a blade of grass or a stone lodged in the dirt, however for those it proved to not be any of use, as they easily slipped once their hands got wet from the piss, others the little stones they tried to hold onto for dear life ended up crushed by the stone when it got dislodged by Ben's powerful stream. The entire village was in utter carnage and many of the humans were now dead.

By now Ben's stream has begun to die down, the stream getting closer and closer to his boots, the entire village was decimated. Ben bucked his hips forwards trying to send some more of his piss into the remains of the village, by now none of the huts were left standing, and most of the humans were already dead. A few injured survivors were left, their injured would prove to be their doom, either succumbing to them within the next few minutes or hours. Otherwise they'd die from an infection that would come in the next few days.

Ben's stream had finally died down to a trickle and Ben shook his cock to get the last few drips off before zipping up his pants as he began to make his way back to his car. On his way back he saw one of the humans that somehow had escaped from his rampage and he hacked up a glob of spit before leaning down as he spat right down onto them, trapping them within the glob as they struggled and drowned within it. Ben giving and evil chuckle as he walked back down to his station wagon, he got in, started up the engine, fastened his seatbelt and grabbed the shifter and put the car into drive, turning on his directional he looked for oncoming traffic before pulling onto the roadway as he drove into the distance, making his way for home, forgetting about the village rather quickly within the next few hours.

The End…..

Thank you for reading and to conclude my story I had this silly and fun idea of sharing a random car fact with you….

Did you know that in the 1990s while Ford Motor Company was developing the newly redesigned Crown Victoria, they had plans to include a station wagon variant alongside of the sedan model, however due to slow sales of the Chevrolet Caprice Estate wagon which was released in 1991, along with the higher sales of minivans and SUVs, opted not to produce the station wagon. Quite sad really!