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Description: Kurr, The Destroyer, seeks to destroy everything. All the things. Everything! And he does. Epic battle of planet wrecking proportions.

GP-6639 stood at attention in his line of Stormtroopers, perfectly still for his first deployment. Excitement, apprehension, fear - these had all been bred out of him from the day he had started his training.

They’d never quite cracked temperature sensitivity, though. It was hot on Akiva, and the Imperial base in Myrra was being woefully gouged by its local air conditioning contractor. Sweat trickled down the back of Three-Nine’s neck, stuck his underclothes to his skin, and added a slight squish tangible only to him to his every step. And it wasn’t even noon.

The window in the assembly hall afforded a stunning view of the Akivan landscape, skinny mountains reaching into the sky like green fingers waving in the jungle heat. There seemed to be more of a red tinge to the sky than usual, as if something out of sight were burning. It wouldn’t just be the humidity, then. Three-Nine imagined someone up in low orbit watching a continent-sized cloud of smoke cover the planet’s surface as whatever it was continued its brutal march.

His commanding officer was giving their mission briefing in his usual piercing baritone, walking back and forth before the formation - a little quicker than usual, Three-Nine noted, like he was coming up on some strict deadline.

Three-Nine’s CO was being remarkably cagey about what it was he was briefing them about. All he’d said so far was that they faced a threat unlike any they’d seen on this deployment - “on any deployment,” he stressed. He had been trained not to question any orders, but even a good soldier like Three-Nine wondered if this wasn’t a bit of an oversell.

But there had been an influx of refugees - many from far-off cities, but more and more were flooding in from the surrounding towns. Three-Nine only had secondhand information from troopers on patrol in the city, but what he’d heard suggested that whatever was driving people to Myrra had started on the other side of the planet and was getting closer.

“This entity is malevolent. He - it - is ruthless. And it is bigger than anything you’ve seen. None of that matters. Ours is not to fear, ours is not to hesitate, ours is simply to strike down the enemies of the Empire, however monstrous, however–”

He was cut off by the almighty blare of a siren. The citizens of Myrra were undoubtedly taking shelter right now - the refugees and those who couldn’t afford their own likely being herded into reclaimed catacombs. Whatever had driven them here had rampaged from the other side of the Satrapy, and now it had arrived at the capital.

The CO whirled at the siren as if he’d been waiting for it. But he didn’t whirl back. He was fixated on the horizon, watching the reason for the alert lumber into view. Even some of the Stormtroopers were starting to crane their necks or drift out of formation entirely.

It didn’t matter. As they clustered around the window, such formalities gave way to restrained horror.

The creature’s head appeared among the distant mountains, rising out of the earth as if on an elevator, and seemed to never stop rising. It looked feline, with a tall crest of hair and a murderous grin visible from miles away. Its shoulders were a solid brick of scars and muscle, and over one rested a shiny rifle the size of a skyscraper. Loose objects around the hall vibrated and fell as the ground began to shake with the force of its advance.

His advance, it was soon abundantly clear. Bobbing before the giant was a cock rivaling the gun in length and dwarfing it in girth, tilted up by the strength of the creature’s obvious arousal. Precum leaked from its tip, splashed to the ground in catastrophic, flooding drops, drizzled down the beast’s shaft over its mountainous veins and ridges.

GP-6639’s knees felt suddenly flimsy. He struggled to stay on his feet, imagined briefly that if there was a mild earthquake this far away, the ground around the monster had to be liquid. He didn’t envy whoever was tasked with stopping it.

Then he remembered that he was. Him and every doomed soldier among the Emperor’s finest.

–

Weak. Pathetic. That’s what these creatures were. That’s what this whole planet was. This one, and every other one I’d laid waste. Kurr, my people had named me, before I killed them and fed them to my cock. But I had many names as my reputation, my seed, my fire spread across the Outer Rim. The Destroyer. The Nightmare. The End of All Things.

There weren’t words in any of these worm languages that could capture my bloodlust, the cruelties I visited upon all I saw in my endless desire to sate it.

I had saved the best for last on this pitiful rock they called Akiva. City after city after village after trading post had fallen to my weapon, to my claws, to my apocalyptic dick. No settlement was too small to escape my notice. No creature was too puny to bother killing. If it wasn’t a smoldering ruin or a stinking stain by the time I was through with it, I hadn’t done my job.

I raised my rifle to my shoulder, taking careful aim at the building that looked the most forbidding. My cock throbbed as I lined up the shot, eager to see it go up; it dribbled a little bit of precum when I fired. A trifling amount to me, but enough to crush a house below in a deluge of man.

A crackling red beam like a shard of a sun ripped flames from the trees in its wake as it streaked toward the building, what I suppose passed for a military installation. The hulk of stone and metal simply exploded, hurling chunks of masonry high into the sky to crush fleeing citizens.

I rested my rifle on my shoulder, stroked my length with my free hand, coaxing a few extra drops from my flared tip. This sort of shit always got me going, and the slide of my pads across my cock always made sure I arrived, so to speak. But I’d already drowned one village in a lake of my semen, and even a liger thousands of feet in height had a refractory period.

No, better to use the tried and true method: burn the mortals out and crush the stragglers. Those tactics scaled up better than any other. The smell of burning flesh and buildings always caressed my snout like a lover, and like the best lover it always managed to surprise me.

The surprise this time was some form of serious resistance. My shin lit up with an almost imperceptible poke. I looked down, unable even to see what had touched me. Whatever was shot at me must have fallen harmlessly to the jungle floor.

I hadn’t bothered to learn the name of the city. Why would I, when it would be a ruin like so many others? But the overgrown stone entrances it was built on top of set it apart from the rest. Maybe I’d enjoy cracking this city open and seeing how deep this tiny civilization had managed to dig.

There were people flowing out of those entrances now - pale people, like a river of my cum that had drowned so many of their fellows on this planet - kitted out in pieces of armor that looked like they’d been scavenged from droids. I was so tall that I was beyond even any wind that might have carried their battle cries. It must have been they who thought they could have hurt me with their arrows, so many tiny bristles if they could even have pierced my flesh.

I walked forward, perfectly content to meet them on the field of battle. It wouldn’t even be a battle. It would be a slaughter.

My favorite.

Trees folded under my steps like blades of grass, my paws tickled and worn smooth and hard by the rough terrain. Broken trunks littered the forest floor in my wake, the earth tilled by my every step and plowed under with countless corpses. Animals of every kind flew, ran, and slithered out of my path, quickly learning to flee to the side rather than chance ever outrunning me. More arrows rippled harmlessly across my lower legs and paws, a few even reaching up to my thighs, hips, and cock. They couldn’t even dream of reaching my face with their arrows, as some of them doubtless tried to do. Nor could they get off more than a couple of shots before I simply strode the range of their bows to punish them for their insolence.

These must have been the natives, or precursors, or whatever race of people inhabited these lands before the insects that built the city. Some insane sense of honor or final reward in the afterlife must have driven them to try to challenge me.

They wouldn’t even have the courtesy of an unfair fight. I simply knocked them aside with my feet, breaking their bodies against the rocks and trees with an effort I would have used to brush a tumbleweed aside. Some of the others I reared back and kicked, sending them flying into the city, cracking like helpless rag dolls against the stone and steel of the city. Still others were unfortunate enough to be directly underfoot, wetting my paws as they popped like berries under my impossible weight. I’d enjoy washing them from my pads and between my toes later, polluting some lake or river with the blood and viscera of those who had tried to stand against me.

I spied a few fleeing back to the stone entrances, caring not at all for whatever risible code of valor drove them. Those I would especially enjoy killing. They imagined themselves smarter than their fellows by virtue of not charging headlong into a suicidal last stand.

But nobody with an ounce of intelligence could ever think they had a chance of escaping me.

I reached down and, with gentleness I’m sure surprised my victim, plucked him from the ground. He struggled in my grip at first but thought better of it when he realized how high I was lifting him.

I drank in the frozen terror on his face as he gasped for breath and desperately stared at me - I imagine it would have beat looking down that far. I returned a feral grin, letting him imagine a swift, crushing death between my jagged teeth.

Then I opened my mouth wide, tossed him to the back of my throat, and swallowed him whole. Let him thrash about in complete darkness, swimming and decaying in a sea of stomach acid, if he even survived the fall down my gullet.

I pulled his comrades from the earth, devouring some, simply throwing others for miles to slam into the mountains or trees and litter the ground with their pieces. Before long, there was only one, crawling toward freedom now that he’d tripped and sprained something.

Pathetic.

I quickened my pace and slammed a foot down on the doorway he was desperately dragging himself toward. Then, as he looked up to behold his doom, I knelt down on one knee and pointed my enormous erection directly at him. My cockhole was bigger around than he was, just another throat for my unfortunate victim to dive down and never crawl out of. He would boil alive in my prostate, maybe even drown in my urine. That was the one thing I couldn’t control.

Then something hot stung my back. Nothing that could hurt me, but something that got my attention, nonetheless.

I growled. Who dared to steal my moment of triumph?

I would have to content myself with simply crushing the primitive. With a deft jerk, I slammed my cock down upon the prone warrior, leaving a deep groove in the earth smeared with something that had once been alive. I brushed the thing from my shaft and stood, turning to see what was going on.

They’d brought out a war machine, a hovering tank of some kind, and a glow was building deep in its barrel as it charged up for another shot. Little soldiers armored in white were clustered in a loose formation around it, and more had taken up firing positions in the roofs and towers. As one, they opened fire, peppering my center mass with little needles of a laser barrage.

I laughed. These must have been the remnants of the base I blew up. Well, they could die too, now that their strategy of letting the natives be the shock troops had thoroughly failed.

I shoved my rifle into a nearby building, ripping it apart like an unprepared asshole, and left it there, holstered in the ground as the structure fell to pieces around it. I fired it for good measure, blasting death into any sub-basements I’d managed too accidentally spare.

My cock was twitching, throbbing, demanding to burst, so jazzed was it from crushing that one would-be hero. It only took a few strokes to charge up my own shot, and in short order a lance of cool flame gripped my balls, tightening them against my crotch as my cock fired a jet of semen straight toward the tank.

It didn’t even have a chance. The main cannon fired just before my seed smothered it, extinguishing the energy blast, flooding the barrel, and bringing the machine crashing to the ground with the sheer weight of my jizz. It must have shorted out some mechanism deep inside too, because it exploded shortly thereafter. The sound was muffled somewhat by my cum, but it splattered pieces of tank and soldier across the street and the buildings. Bits of armor and trooper alike were glued to the walls with my essence.

The smart ones had scattered into the side streets and buildings. They kept up free fire from the windows and roofs, all pretense of discipline and command abandoned. It was just them and me now.

I strode into the city, letting buildings shiver apart before my every step. Houses, offices, shops - walls and furniture were ground to bits below my paws like sand, interspersed with the occasional damp squish of whatever had been trying to hide among them. The city was turning to mud under my every step, a project centuries in the making reduced to less than rubble and desecrated with my seed.

The fight was over before it began. Even their strongest energy weapons could barely singe my fur, irritating my skin no more than the mildest of sunburns. Towers toppled. Apartments became charnel houses. Streets collapsed into the catacombs below, joining the civilization of yesteryear in ignoble death.

I heard the quiet thrum of engines just to the east. In my rush to take out the military garrison, I’d left the star port completely unattended. A few lucky survivors had packed into a boxy cargo ship to try and make good their escape.

I watched, amused, as the unwieldy craft lifted into the air and flew away slowly, slowly… too slowly.

In a few great strides I was across the city, the ship hovering at chest height on me. I picked the craft out of the air like a slow fly and held it up to my face. Through the transparent titanium of the windscreen, I could see pilots running for cover, trying to make for escape pods.

The slightest compression of my thumb and finger put paid to that idea. It killed the engines too, a final flicker putting a period on this last, desperate escape attempt. There was nothing but the gentle vibration of movement inside… and that gave me an idea.

With my free hand, I brought my half-hard cock back to full mast and angled it upward. Then I placed the ship at the entrance of my urethra. I took a deep breath, clenching my teeth with a grin and a sigh as I eased the thing into my cock.

Oh, it was good. It rumbled all the way down, massaging my member from within as it struggled to power itself again, as people tumbled this way and that, condemned to a slow suffocation in the depths of my dick. I’d jizz it out later, a hunk of half-dissolved metal with a soft, fleshy center. Like a kidney stone, but ten times more satisfying.

Smoke rose from the ruin behind me. Fires smoldered where I hadn’t jizzed them out. The world around me was totally silent, all life fled or fucked out of existence. This was the last population center on this world, at least as far as I was aware, and it had died well. Even an impossible resistance made it that much more fun to grind under my paws.

As I looked into the smoke-stained sky, I noticed a larger, triangular craft zip into existence high above the planet’s surface. Must have been one of their prize military ships, come to see what the damage was.

Surely they had surveillance equipment advanced enough to see me crossing the destroyed city back to where I’d stashed my rifle. I wondered if they could see me smirk.

They’d think twice before sending just one of these things at me, even from space.

The air around me ignited as they bombarded the planet’s surface with turbolaser fire. Mountains exploded, trees vaporized, and what hadn’t been turned to slag was reduced to a molten memory of nature and civilization. So this is what it had come to. To even begin to fight back, they had to try and destroy their own planet.

They didn’t know what I was capable of. They didn’t know how many worlds I’d laid waste, how I’d managed to travel between them without the incredible waste of resources that was building enormous vehicles just to survive the vacuum of space.

I laughed and returned fire. All I needed was one shot.