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If you ever remembered some of those old legends from the mythologies about heroes and monsters than more than likely you've come across references to an assortment of creatures called 'giants'. Supposedly, they were massive beings that stood somewhere near hundreds upon hundreds of feet in height and had much of the world under their control during the primeval eras. Now where some of the legends diverge at is on how and why these giants disappeared from the world. Some of the tales speak of the age of the gods when highly powered entities came in and took over and kicked all of the giants out of the world.

Some still speak of how there was a massive war between the different clans of giants and how they all ended up killing each other, or most of each other, and therefore ended up dying out.

The truth of the matter is that nobody really knew anything for sure. And had you have spoken about giants thirty or forty years ago then people would have thought that you had a screw, or twelve, loose in that noggin. However, in this technological age filled with computers, microchips and radio waves, one usually had to watch out for massive thirty to fifty foot heels dropping onto their heads whenever someone lived in the 'outer zones' designated for today's commonplace giant. Or as they had been termed by some intelligent person: Macros! Lovely name right?

Anyway, nobody was really sure where these so called Macros, aka giants, had come from. Many theological and conspiracy nuts had spent long hours debating on how they were the heralds of the end times while others whispered that these creatures were some part of 'god's' master plan to test mortality. A bunch of bunk in my opinion, but hey, no one asks me for my thoughts. I'm just the guy who goes out and films the 'destructive rampages' that these Macros distribute out on small to major cities from time to time. More on that later.

So anyway, yeah. Giants had returned. Not with much fanfare either. One day about thirty-five or forty years ago everyone was getting into the cell phone craze and the next there was a national warning out about sightings of three hundred to five hundred foot men and women. Least to say, it was seriously suspected that members of the government had finally gone off the deep end...until a city up on the northern coast had been accidently flattened by cub the size of a 7-47 who had stubbed her toe on a warehouse while looking for her teddy bear.

I actually believe that had millions of people not been rained on by her tears as she cried while nursing her foot that the entire world would have been in complete shock.

However, too many were busy trying to either run for their lives, get out their cameras to take pictures or helping the little one look for her stuffed doll that nobody really thought to be scared of her. Not even when a teardrop the size of a small Honda crashed down onto the ground next to them.

Things took a real turn for the bizarre when the giant sized cub's mother came out of nowhere and picked up her daughter to cuddle the little one close to her chest. The towering female didn't bother to think much of the people that she had stepped on in her search for her daughter so many people died without really seeing what happened next, but my granddad told me that if they had then most wouldn't have been too mad that they died so gruesomely after the next few minutes events passed. The gargantuan woman's attention was called out by a bunch of police officers with bullhorns and directed over to where a beaten up looking black and brown bear that was being held by a female officer.

Well, more like it had been driven in the back of a 4 by 4 and had taken a total of six cops to haul the thing up to where the Macro woman could get it, but I digress, 'mom' beamed at the sight of the toy and bent low to pick up the stuffed animal, subsequently knocking over a few building tops with her eighty foot long tail, and then returned the toy back to her daughter. The little one had screeched happily and wrapped her arms around the bear's neck and snuggled up to it and the made to say thank you to the surviving out lookers who fawned and gushed openly up at the little darling. Right before they scrambled to get out of the way when 'mom' turned on her heel, knocking up concrete and rubble, and then walked plainly out of sight. No one knows, not even today, where the two had gone but it had started a frenzy on the internet and gossip columns afterwards.

The government, in all of their brilliance, quickly came in and gave some BS excuse to the public about what had just happened, however, no one bought it. Not with hundreds dead, millions in property damage and more than several thousand blogs/live journals being posted featuring photographs and video clips.

What happened afterwards, well that's where my story comes into play. The government didn't know what to do or how to proceed without inflaming mass hysteria throughout the world, sadly to say they had to actually get help from other governments from around the world to decide what to do about this 'threat'. It was quickly decided that there had to be some kind of order and control brought about to regulate the panic that was bound to ensue, but information blackouts were out of the question. The only few choices that made any kind of sense, besides trying to bring about a world war the likes of which nobody had seen before, except in the forgotten mythological texts, was to try and make some kind of dealing with the giants/macros...many of whom seemed to pop up more and more frequently now that their exposure was publicized.

Several people of influence and power were sent out as diplomats to find some way to insure some kind of peaceful co-existence could be made with these giants. And surprise of all surprises, the knuckleheads in charge actually managed to do something right for once and go about creating several nonaggression pacts with the Macros so that every other city in the world wouldn't be stomped flat by the walking behemoths.

Unbelievably, many of the Macros were very hospitable and agreed to stay far away from the average city and settlement so as not to cause a mass of panic. It was found out that over the last hundred or so years that they had set up camps and villages of their own where they could live in peace so they weren't interested in causing mass destruction on the 'Micros' as they referred to everyone else around them. It would have all been prodigious if things had ended with that, however, nothing usually works out that well and some of the Macros actually didn't care how much trouble they caused for others.

Some of them even, with a lot of brazen disrespect for the whole Macro culture, went out to small cities and demolished them just on happenstance. To say that this caused some ill feelings would be putting the understatement of the century on things. So what was forced to happen next was that Macros had to go out and take care of some of their own 'troublemakers' and deal with them in their own... delicate way.

The punishment for a giant that went out to cause purposeful harm on Micros was for them to be imprisoned on Gaea's Navel, a supposed island where all the bad Macros were sent to rot their days away without any of the comforts of civilized life. It's been said that the place is like a circle of hell for Macros and that there was a lot of fighting and killing and all sorts of nastiness that went on that nobody really wanted to think about.

How I would have loved to have gotten a few snapshots of that, but sadly it's off-limits to everyone save the 'jail keepers' who monitor the island from several smaller islands placed around Gaea's Navel. As for semi-serious offenders of the law that caused public outcry and injustice there were Macro police officers kept around to handle them and sometimes to break a large foot off in some punkish Macro's furry rump whenever they got a wild hair up their behind. Usually, these were the teenage Macros that liked to cause 'mini earthquakes' by jumping up and down miles off from a nearby city just so that they could watch the Micros scatter like ants whenever they were bored.

Ironically enough, events like that only happened once a month as most Macro teens were easily persuaded not to cause trouble whenever an adult giant would discipline them in the traditional Macroian way: usually by swiftly clocking them over the head and then placing an oversize foot onto the offenders head. Ten minutes of chewing and spitting up earth has a way of calming out-of-control tempers and arrogant behavior, believe you me.

And I know I haven't gone into what it is that I do for a living yet, or why I am telling this story, so let me get to that before I start another rant that will take up more of your time.

I am what am known as a Macro Watcher. You know, like how they have Storm Watchers and the likes, well I go out and watch for Macros to give people updates on how they live and what they do on an average day. Many people had been curious back when the giants had first appeared again in history, right along with the unicorns and eight legged swamp beasts, and so that created an unanswered void that needed to be filled in people's minds. My grandfather, technically, became the first Macro Watcher when he went out to find some of the several hundred foot peoples along with dignitaries for around the world when he had been working with the news agency he had been partnered with.

The trade, along with most of his equipment/contacts/skills had been passed down to my dad and then down to me. I still had gramps old digital camera with the hard disk flash card that he had used back then stored safely at home. Man that thing was a true relic, we only use wireless interfacing media now that let us connect with our PCs and into the internet nowadays, and gramps always grumbles about how easy we have it now that you don't have to carry around bulky laptops anymore like he did, 'back in the day'.

Anyway, my job is to go out and spy on Macros. Yeah, not really something all that glamorous to talk about, but hey it pays the bills, plus it gives me a good chance to talk and interview some of them, those that don't mind the public attention. Astonishingly enough, many Macros were kinda shy and conservative about their privacy, much like us Micros. However, some did flaunt and preen, not to mention did 'other things' when asked, much to my delight and that always got my editor into a good mood whenever he watched some of my live footage back at the home office. Can you say 'bonus'?

However, most were just average, like the rest of us and wanted to be left very well alone. This meant that I often have to be subtle and downright sneaky to get some good footage of the Macros in the area that I got shipped to, thanks to my oh-so-brilliant boss back at the agency. Thankfully I have not been fined for filming Macros while they slept or gotten myself killed by crawling up the body of one to take close ups of their muzzles and faces.

Off the record, I do a little moonlighting as a 'snatcher', this is where I go out and snatch some fur, scales or other assorted paraphernalia from the bodies of the Macros that people want to know the most about. I've even gotten to put a small tracking device on the bottom of one giant sized chameleon's foot for a private corporation that was looking into...oh wait...I can't say exactly, but least to say they wanted to know how and if they could mimic the 'stealth' abilities of the said reptile.

Any who, I go out and bother Macros, essentially. Yet, I have not been squashed, stomped on, or eaten alive -- the last one is always the most scary for me and I don't care how much money that one company was offering, I am not jumping into the muzzle of a four hundred foot tall black bear -- so I have to say that I must be pretty good at my job. Or just damned lucky. However, I had, had a strange feeling that today's little adventure was going to push my luck...a whole lot. See, because Macros are just like us, they do many things just like us.

That comes to eating, which they do very little of in fact --something scientist were still boggled over -- sleeping, having fun doing wild things -- ever seen a giant try to boogie, its spooky really -- and mating. Internet porn sights were literally flooded with the sights and sounds of two or three or more Macros getting it on and some unlucky bastard drowning underneath giant droplets of cum that turn the earth into a sticky pool of creamy whiteness.

The last one was often what my employers wanted to see. However, just like us, most Macros don't really want to be stopped and asked this one question; Excuse me sir, could you pull down your pants and beat off, some people you don't know want me to take pictures of you and put them online for the world to see. Yet, I have two connections that are willing to do so at least once a month, if they're in a good mood. So when I got to a local Macro establishment somewhere down south in the middle of an overly forested grove and started to set up my equipment I felt that I was going to have to settle with the usual boring footage of day-to-day giant life. That was until my senses went to tingling and I really began to take notice of my surroundings.

The entire area was mostly made up of overgrown trees that stood almost half as tall as the average Macro was long. The scents of the earth were quite heavy and my nose felt a bitter sharp sting of pine and oak as I tried to sneeze out some of the pollen that had probably made its home inside of my nostrils. A coyote allergic to plant life, how pitiful. Anyway, the place in question was made up of gargantuan buildings that housed several Macros and their kin while some larger tent-like structures had been set up by other giants that preferred to 'rough it' outdoors. All in all it looked like some kind of reservation or resort for Macros and I felt a bit put off as I wondered why in the world the fur along the back of my neck was trying to stand up as if I was in the presence of danger.

When I saw him I didn't think much about him at first. He looked so casual in his mail carrier clothing as he came out of one of the larger buildings that I knew that had he been a Micro, like myself, that I would have passed by him without a second thought on any other given day of the week, had it not been for the way he was reacting. His movements were somewhat...jerky and it seemed like he was on edge, but I thought that this was because he was trying to go over documents and not squash the 'little people' that were trying to amble out of his way as he walked. His light browns eyes would occasionally look down and a smile would grace his lips as the mailman lightly stepped around the Micros that knew that it was better just to wait and see where a Macro would step first, rather than to try and run around blindly and get squashed on accident.

The person in question, if you were wondering, was a giant sized red and white fox with all of the standard markings that come with vulpines of his breed. A white underbody grace his lean looking form while black tipped ears stuck up on top of his ears like triangular rotating satellite dishes as a fluffy white tipped tail whipped leisurely behind his back. The fox's trademark black socks and gloves covered his lower and upper extremities, respectfully, while the vulpine's brilliant red coat of fur shone beautifully underneath the late afternoon sun even as that bushy and frisky tail of his made the air around him ripple whenever he wagged it back and forth.

On him was large white shirt and blue shorts that looked as though they had seen better days. I'm guessing that they must not have such rigid regulations about standard apparel since it wasn't like a Macro could take his things to the cleaners. Them, Macros I mean, actually having mail service was more of a effort in humoring the Micros of the world since most Macros could be heard over thousands of miles away on clear days. Ever heard a feral wolf howl in the middle of a full moon night? Imagine one doing that and then times it by a thousand and that's what an average Macro sounds like when they open their muzzles to communicate with someone a long distance away.

Getting back to the fox in question, I kept noticing that he seemed to be slightly twitchy somewhat and that his puffy tail was cutting the air behind him with all the grace of a whip being snapped by a firm hand as more and more time passed on. His overly cute ears flicked up and down now and again as he took to reading the names and addresses on some of the letters that he was carrying around in the satchel strapped around his right shoulder. His light brown eyes rolled back and forth, left and right as he reread the same line again and again and I was almost sure that I saw a nervous twitch come from his left cheek whenever he heard a booming step come from behind him, the likes of which were not his own.

Now if something can scare someone whose about five hundred feet tall and who knew how many tons in weight, you best believe that I was ready to piss myself whenever the vulpine in question would jump and then cautiously look behind him. I wasn't sure what the problem was, and prayed it would not come my way, so when I reached down for my bullhorn and flipped it on to try and communicate with the fox; I was not ready for him to suddenly go stock-still and then turn himself around suddenly. Both he and I were somewhat confused when a pair of studly looking Macro cops pulled themselves up from over across the way and then came to stand on both the left and right sides of the vulpine mail carrier.

Both men looked like they were quite fit for their sizes, which were almost a head taller than the fox between them, which mean they had to have an extra twenty to fifty feet on the other, as their muscles flexed and twitched somewhat visibly underneath the sun's burning gaze. One of them, a large German shepherd with the traditional black and brown body, was wearing a standard police issued suit, complete with the button down navy blue over shirt and pants. How in the world someone managed to make a suit like that for him, and why they would bother, astounded me as I blinked and wondered what would happen next.

Since the German Shepherd was a Macro the canine didn't need a gun and holster at his hip and because of his size I doubted that many would have tried to fight with him, be they Macro or otherwise. Not from the way the other Macro was sneering and curling his lips upwards as he looked at the smaller fox that chuckled and tried to compose himself so as not to be as nervous as I knew he felt inside.

The dog growled and leaned into the fox making that attempt at bravado quickly dissipate as the mail carrier huddled in on himself and curled his fluffy tail around his lower body in a makeshift shield. The rumbling bass of the officer's murmuring made the ground shake and I had to grab onto the steering wheel of my car to keep myself from being shaken to pieces as the volume literally sent chills throughout the earth.

It was the other officer, or I at least assume he was an officer as the man was as naked as the day he had been born, something that was quite common in Macro culture, who made the shepherd stop his rumbling when he moved himself to stand up behind the fox and then reached around to start to molest the other. It was a standard police intimidation if I had ever seen it. The other Macro, who was a pure black wolf with onyx colored eyes and no clothing on his massively muscular frame, began to grip and tease at the smaller vulpine's hips and waist while invading the other man's personal space with easy teases of his breath along the fox's ears, which folded in submission.

The fox's shirt quickly began to bunch up at the underside of his upper torso as the wolf murred quietly while rubbing a hand up and down the white belly of the nervous looking vulpine. The flat tummy belonging to the shorter Macro received several scratched from the lupine and then a purring moan from the fox, right before the other officer pushed his face into the vulpine's snout. The German shepherd then let out a hard puff of air along the fox's muzzle which made the other Macro's red fur wave about as though he were caught in a harsh breeze, the likes of which would have been the prelude to a coming storm.

I would have loved to call the two cops out and threatened them with exposure to the tabloids; however I think my immediate death afterwards would have made little difference for the fox since his knees looked like they were about to buckle when they German Shepherd moved his face back to look the vulpine straight into the eye with his dark brown orbs.

"Hello Smalls. Nice day out today." The shepherd said out of the blue and I had to blink in wonder as I thought about why anyone would name a giant...Smalls??

"N-nice to see you again Officer Melgar. H-how are you?" The mail carrier asked as if he personally knew the other Macro, something I wouldn't have doubted given the closeness of the other, but still,

"You know you should call me Stan when it's just you, me and John out together. No need to pretend that we're not friends here." The shepherd smiled with a muzzle full of teeth and I didn't even bother to try and block out the words 'sexual harassment' as they flashed into my head.

"But we're not alone..." The fox turned to regard some of the Micros who were trying to desperately get out of the area surrounding the three giants. The wolf behind Smalls gave a distasteful huff and stomped his foot onto the ground hard enough to make my car and me jump into the air a few feet before we crashed back down onto the ground.

"Don't worry about them, foxy. They'll get lost soon and then it'll just be the three of us, alone together." The wolf breathed deep next to the fox's neck making Smalls shiver some as he held onto his satchel around his shoulder like a lifeline.

"I-I have work to be doing, so I think that that will have to wait 'til later."

'Don't run! Do not run!' I know that I was screaming it in my head, but my throat had all but locked up on me as I watched the scene in front of me. 'Don't run fox. Predators like it when the prey runs. They want you to jump. They want you to be afraid. It'll give them all the more reason to chase you if you do. Stand your ground and eventually they'll get bored.'

"I bet you do." The officer named Melgar growled confidently and then moved his hand to grab the fox's bag and then took a look inside of it. Not seeing anything of grave importance or life threatening inside of the pouch, and not being overly bothered when Smalls tried to tug the satchel back away from the other, the German shepherd removed the carrier from around the fox's neck.

"H-hey!"

"Shut it, Dean!" Melgar shouted and I felt my own blood freeze when he let out a vicious snarl in front of the vulpine's face.

"Don't scare him Stan." The wolf seemed to try and stick up for the other, but quickly backed down when the obvious alpha male barked out loud at him. The wolf's tail went ridged and then tucked slightly between his legs as both he and Smalls watched the German shepherd toss the mail carrier off and away somewhere over his shoulder.

"Now that we've gotten that obstacle out of the way, how about you come with us for a nice drink foxy?" The suited officer asked while leaning in close to the vulpine.

Dean turned his head to the side and whined, but didn't immediately give in to the other man's whims.

"I-I have to get those letters to w-where they need to be..." The fox made to walk out from the wolf's phantom embrace and then around the shepherd, however, just as he got about a foot away two pair of hands grabbed him at different angles and held his body firmly into place.

"I don't think so, fox." John said as he pulled the other Macro back into his arms and then laid his head down onto the other's shoulder. "We've been looking to have you for dinner for a while now, and I don't think Stan over there is going to take 'no' for an answer this time."

My eyes looked on with eager curiosity only to see that the German shepherd was all but ready to pounce and my hands quickly fumbled with my camera equipment as I hopped up on top of my car and began to film the scene in front of me. I sent a quick 'panic' signal to the home office and to my editor's desk so that he would know to go live with this.

Hey, I might feel sorry for the fox but I still had a job to do and if I got this right I might be able to get those two off of the little guy's back for a long time to come and on a one way ticket to Gaea's Navel.

"L-let me go...I'm warning you!" Smalls unwrapped his tail from around his waist and then let out a growl of his own that made the two officers back up some, though not completely.

"Are you trying to bark at us, little fox?" Melgar smirked and curled an arm up in front of the other's face to show off an impressive bicep that bulged out insanely on his arm.

"I think we all know who hold the real power here between the three of us, don't we?" It was obvious that the shepherd was used to using his musculature to dominant others as Dean looked at the massive build of the Macro in front of him and tried not to show immediate fear to the other as Melgar flexed his arms and rolled his shoulders to get out some of the stiffness that had built within his muscles.

It was all just a show really, this was so easy to tell because every move that the other male made sent shivers down the vulpine's body and through the lens of my camera I could see Dean's eyes dilate some from unspoken eagerness to submit to the studly male in front of him. A thick pink tongue slipped out from the corners of the fox's lips to wipe up spots of drool that had began to seep out of his mouth and soon Dean was left panting as the wolf behind him eased his shirt up from across his shoulders and then completely off of his body.

The wolf then pulled a move so quick and slick that he forced Smalls bodily back into him so that the two were chest-to-back pressed up against one another. My eyes watched as the fox groaned and shivered some while his pelvis jutted out some and an all too familiar male bulge started to press out in front of his shorts.

"I think that maybe this fox needs to be reminded of his place, don't you John?" It was more of an incentive than a question as the wolf smiled wide and then reached around to hug the vulpine closer into his body, if that were possible, and then reached a hand down to pop open the clasps of the vulpine's lower coverings.

"Maybe we should take him somewhere else and do this privately?" If there was ever a time I thought that someone was looking out for the 'little guy' it would have been at that point. I think, though I may have been wrong, but the wolf might actually like the fox somewhat. The shepherd just wanted to use and abuse simply for the sake of control.

"Nah, whose going to bother us out here? Them?" He turned his head to regard the rest of the Micros that were still around, looking up in awe and some confusion. "I think we'll be safe while we have a little fun with the foxy here..."

The shepherd reached down and inside of Smalls' opened shorts and began to fondle the vulpine along with his partner. It obvious to see that the fox was not comfortable with all of this, his bushy tail was lowered and encircled around his left leg while ears were so flat onto his head that they seemed to almost disappear. Too large brown eyes were watery and almost leaking as Smalls tried not to curl up in on himself while underneath the hold of the two men.

So with all of this that was happening it came as a great shock to everyone around, I think to the officers the most, when the fox raised up a hand, claws glinting in the light and curled into a half fist, and brought it down into the face of the German Shepherd. Now, again, we're talking about titanic forces the likes of which defied a lot of medical scientific knowledge to date, but all the same, force -- was -- force. So it was to my delight to see how officer Stan Melgar got a big surprise when he was decked onto the ears and sent crashing down, face first into the dirt. The fact that we were all near a local forest area really made things more explosive because when the giant hit the ground, EVERYTHING around quaked, rumbled, rattled and rolled as trees got kicked up into the air as Mother Earth was tossed around like debris.

The wolf behind the fox gaped in shock at what he had just seen, myself too felt my jaw hang down as I tried to fight to steady my hands on my camera, and didn't seem to know what to do with himself as he watched his partner groan and struggle to get up from the ground. Hand still holding onto, what I guessed, was a semi-hard piece of foxy goodness trapped under the rim of Dean's shorts, the wolf was not ready for the vulpine to pull away and then turn to deck him too upside the head. Now, had the wolf's hand not been in his pants Smalls could had made a clean break of things and gotten a good more distance away than he wanted to, however, when the wolf fell onto the hard earth under his feet, he managed to take the fox's shorts with him. This in turn made the vulpine stumble and then drop down onto his hands and knees when he tried to balance himself.

Now not being a pervert, I have to admit that I did spout a little bit of red from my nose as my eyes caught the sight of Smalls' backside. Actually, it was his lower backside and his upturned tail which featured the vulpine's pink tailstar and hanging white balls from his sac. My crotch felt admittedly tight for a few moments, right before the puff tail of the other man dropped down over himself as Dean picked himself up and then began to charge a path away from the two perverted canines. I wasted little time thinking of the whats and hows as I dropped my camera into my lap, hopped down to get into my car and then switch on the ignition so that I could follow the fleeing vulpine.

This was definitely going to be news worth for tonight and I aimed to get it all.

Of course that meant that I completely missed out on the barking roar that came from behind me as a certain shepherd got himself up from off of the ground all of a sudden, shook like a feral mutt and then charged after the retreating fox on all fours. His wolven partner was right behind them and between the both of them NOTHING was left to stand as they made to capture their feeling prey. The world became a green and brown mass of upturned rubble as the two officers made to hunt down their foxy prey and woe to those in their way as I could see out of my rearview mirror that more than a few unlucky souls didn't survive the sudden chaos that ensued from that mad chase.

For my part, I had the good mind to reach down for my satellite phone and punch in the code to activate my GPS as I drove like a madman after the trio. Sadly for me, my little car could not keep up with the running fox as they vulpine hurried himself through the woods and into the plains area as he tried to evade capture from the two burly Macros behind him.

I did manage to see the fox's head turn around only once and that was just before Smalls made to drop himself onto all fours, the same as his pursuers, and take off like a shot in a direction that was very familiar to me. Punching things up quickly on my GPS I nearly gasped I realized why the direction we were all going was so reminiscent to my perspective. It was the way to the nearest city where I had holed up for this week's project. Instantly, my fingers were on the numbers for the local Macro Alert office.

"Macro Alert. How we can we assist?" One would think that if you called to places like this, they would have a clue as to why and not ask that question.

"MACROS INCOMING AT TOP SPEEDS!!" I hung up the phone then. If they couldn't figure it out then shame on them. I still had a job to do.

It was five minutes later when my ears caught the sounds of the city's Macro Alarms ringing up a storm and my eyes blinked thrice as I noted planes and busses being flown/driven back into the direction that I was going as people scrambled to get out of the city. Good, well that will keep the streets empty and make my job a whole lot simpler.

Or so I thought.

What I got a chance to see and film as I hit the brakes on my car and nearly vaulted myself out of the driver's seat, thank god for seatbelts, and snatched my camera up from off the passenger side seat next to me was Smalls getting taken down and falling face forward into several buildings as a furry black and brown silhouette sailed through the air and then hit him square into the back. The two giants went down together and then slid several dozen feet as officer Melgar growled and snapped angrily at the back of the smaller vulpine's neck in a furious attempt to subjugate the other Macro. The German shepherd was almost foaming at the mouth as he drooled onto Small's neck and head and it looked like the dog was almost going to tear into the vulpine's throat before a certain black wolf tackled the shepherd off and away from the fox before the German shepherd could seriously injure the other. The two titans went down and rolled, flattening buildings along the way as they barked and kicked and fought each other. Well, Melgar fought while John just tried to get his partner to stay down and then calm down and yet at the same time, keep his extremities as far away from the dog's snapping jowls as he could so as not to be torn to bloody pieces.

It seemed that while Stan was indeed the alpha male of the two, John was his second, through and through, as he held the pissed off Macro down while grunting and pouring out every drop of power he had in his sweat soaked muscles to keep the dog from bucking him off so that the shepherd could not get at the fox. The two danced that strange dance for several minutes and in that time everyone who could was able to get out of the way with Dean's help, once the fox was able to get up and shake himself and stagger away somewhat so that he could put his body in between himself and the other Macros. However, once Melgar was calmed down enough to shrug John off from his back with a hand instead of his entire body weight, the German shepherd got up and spun around with haste before walking over to where the fox was. Smalls looked ready to try and start running once again but a strong hand caught him by the throat before he could do so and soon after a black belt was strapped around his neck like a collar.

"Bad boy! You made me mess up my suit." Melgar's words were like ice as they froze my insides, and perhaps the fox's as well as the two of us shuddered together. "Now I'm going to have to punish you."

"P-please...d-don't..." Smalls raised up his hands to try and swat at the dog again but before he could teeth found his wrist and held him tight.

Both the fox and my own eyes snapped over to the right to watch a certain black wolf holding onto Dean's arm in between very impressive, and very deadly, canines. "Don't do it again foxy, I don't think I could stop Stan if he wanted to throttle you this time if he got a hold of you." John said in a muffled tone as he slobbered over the vulpine's gloved arm while looking at him almost angrily.

"You know, I haven't been given a strike to the ears since I was a pup. I have to say that you have some balls little fox." The shepherd reached a hand down and fondled Small's testicles, which made the vulpine croon and whimper some as he tried to fight off the natural reaction that came with having himself touched so intimately. "Usually, I'd think that you were trying to fight me for dominance by doing something like that, but, nah, that can't be right. You're just a scared little fox that doesn't know his place right?"

Smalls whimpered and shook his head as though he wanted to disagree.

"Uh-uh, bad fox." Melgar tapped the fox onto the nose with a finger and then caught the other around the muzzle with his hand, forcing the fox to look him up into the eyes.

"You have to be just a scared little fox, because if you were really challenging me then that would mean that I would have to fight you for my status as alpha." The shepherd tossed a quick look over at his partner and John slowly eased his muzzle from around the other Macro's wrist so as to let the fox go. "You know how we canines decide to keep our positions in the pack right, even as a fox you know the basic code of canine hierarchy, correct?" Small nodded as best he could at that.

"Then just admit that you were scared and didn't want to challenge me or else I'll have to fight you for my position and you don't want to get hurt, do you?" It was more of a statement than an open invitation for a clean challenge, but Smalls just nodded his head and clenched his eyes shut. It didn't take a genius to figure out that all the vulpine wanted to do was to just get away and go back to his peaceful life; however, I think we both knew that that was over now. The two officers had caught him and now he was at their mercy.

"Good foxy. You know something; maybe I've been wrong this whole time." The wolf and fox, once Dean hesitantly opened his light brown eyes again, looked over at the German shepherd in shock and disbelief, respectfully, at that statement.

"Maybe what you really need is some good caretakers, foxy. Maybe all you need is to be shown that submitting is a good thing and then you'll be more receptive to being our pet, hmm what do you say?" Melgar removed his hand from around Dean's muzzle and the fox licked his tongue out across his lips as he found the courage to speak.

"No...j-just leave me alone and let me go back to my mail duties."

Both officers looked at each other at that and then back to their foxy captive before much movement ensued. It was John who grabbed Smalls by his new collar and then forced the other down onto his back, and subsequently onto some buildings underneath him which crumbled like a house of cards, before he took the fox's head and licked him underneath the chin.

"mmmhmm, I don't think that you understand, little Dean. You want to be owned and collared and kept safe by us. You'd like that much more than carrying out boring letters for Macros who don't want to 'shout' to get a message across, don't you?" The wolf licked and lapped at the underside of the vulpine's chin, making the fox groan and shudder as he thumped his massive tail over the ruins of what had once been a corporate building. "You like that don'tcha? You like to be touched and handled this way, right little fox?" John played dirty and reached down to manhandle Dean's sheath, which had swollen just a tad as a pink fox cock began to emerge out for all the world to see.

Meanwhile, away from the two Macro's prying eyes, officer Melgar busied himself by stripping out of his uniformed clothing, and black thong underneath, and patted his fur down from where dirt and concrete had gathered underneath his luxurious pelt. By the look on the other male's face, the giant dog seemed as though he was not too pleased to have a few red blemishes on his tanned hide from where, more than likely, a few Micro miscreants hadn't been lucky enough to get out of his way when his partner had tackled him. That was, right before he shrugged and tossed his shirt and pants over away from him onto a bridge right above the local river and then reached down to scratch at his tanned canine sheath and balls.

Dean was busy trying to struggle out from underneath John as he felt the wolf nibble onto his neck right before the other male swept his fingers down through his fluffy red and white chest fur. No matter how much he protested, good treatment was still good treatment after all, and Dean's foxy nature started to get the better of him as he rolled his hips upwards into the naked lupine's body. Panting without meaning to, Smalls groaned when the hand wrapped around his sheath took hold of his half engorged erection and then stilled.

"Well, well, I have to say that I am slightly surprised." John chuckled as he turned his head southwards only to see that he was holding a weapon in his hands that was big enough to fill up a good portion of his fist. "Little fox has a lot of talk about below the belt, now doesn't he?" The vulpine all but turned red as a tomato at that and ducked his head down to shyly mutter something, much too low for the wolf officer to hear. "Awww, don't be that way. I like it when guys like you have nice sized packages stored up down here. It makes taking you and pawing you off on my lap so much more fun when you give in...and speaking of giving in," John ground himself into Smalls' hip and began to jerk the fox off with slow and easy strokes before he bit into one of the vulpine's nipple. Dean gasped and then let out a quiet yowl of pure exhilaration as painful pleasure surged up through his body and then into his head.

It was a fight to keep from wanting to give in to the other Macro as the wolf stimulated him with such prowess that Dean's toes began to curl while his rump bounced up and down onto the ground. The fox felt as if he were going to explode from all of the pressure welling up inside of his gut, so it didn't help his mental fortitude any when darkness covered his vision and the musky smell of unwashed canine seeped directly into his nose. Brown eyes went wide and Dean had enough time to gasp before a dark tailstar found its way over and across his lips.

Instantly, the scent of canine and male and sweat took hold of Dean's senses as officer Melgar ground his backside over and across the fox's face as if he owned it. The shepherd seemed to take a twisted sort of delight out of what he was doing as he pressed his hands deep onto both sides of the fox to steady himself while he ran his hips up and down across the vulpine's face.

"Good fox, now do yourself a favor and lick your tongue out across my undertail and taste me." Melgar didn't seem to want to wait around for the vulpine to give in on his own and took liberties in making the other submit to him, or rather, them a little more forcefully.

"I thought that we were..." A sharp growl shut John right up as his alpha looked at him with those dark eyes of his that chilled the wolf's heart. The dominance that oozed from off of the German shepherd was thick enough to choke on and John chose well in buttoning his muzzle when Melgar raised himself up to snap his teeth directly next to the other Macro's neck. "Shutting up now."

"Good. Now then," What happened next was very surprising, for John more than Dean, as Melgar took the wolf by the neck and ground both of their muzzles together into a sloppy kiss. Tongues rolled together just underneath tightly pressed fangs and lips as the alpha male made his place known to his subordinate and reminded the other man of why exactly he was the leader between the two of them. Melgar balanced himself out perfectly with one hand as he sucked the breath from John's lungs and all out mashed the two of their muzzles together in a very wet and very sloppy kiss. The wolf seemed to submit easily as he whimpered and whined low into his alpha's maw while still holding tight onto Dean's cock, which was now large enough that he had to struggle to pump the vulpine's full length.

Down below Dean wasn't sure of anything anymore, and had he seen what was going on with the two males above him he would have been even more of a confused foxy than what he was at that moment. All he wanted was to deliver his mail in peace. That had been all had ever wanted to do with his day today, yet now here he was, underneath the tail of one of the two Macros that had both scared the hell of out him and made him question exactly what it was that he wanted out of himself. Not helping in the slightest with his mental confrontation was that the sharp and heady scent that came from the German Shepherd's anus had begun to seep deep into Dean's system and made the fox drool as inborn vulpine instincts commanded him to lift open his muzzle and lick out at that fragrant male musk that was right over his face.

It was so close and so perfectly placed right over him that Dean fought against his wanting need only because he remembered exactly who it belonged to. The overly dominant German shepherd didn't really like him, didn't even really know him that well. The officer just wanted to use him for his own pleasure and then probably kick him off to the side once he was done. It happened with Mircos so it wasn't something all that special for it to happen with Macros; however it was there in that fact that Dean remembered just how much control he had over the situation.

Even if he did give into the others, he would receive pleasure from them in return for his subjugation. In his surrender he would find his absolution, even if it only lasted until the two had what they wanted from him. Maybe by giving in he could get his freedom.

At least that was his hope as he opened his maw and then spread the bulk of his tongue out to lave out underneath the tailhole of the dog above him. Two shivers went down Dean's body at the first taste of the sweaty canine. One from himself and then other,

From officer Melgar as he moaned into the kiss he shared with his second. The German shepherd now had John by the back of the neck and was all but biting down onto the other man's muzzle as he sucked the breath out from the wolf's throat.

It took all that he could muster for the lupine to keep himself conscious in the game as John continued to stroke the fox off while running his pre soaked cock up and along the matted thigh belonging to Smalls. The taste of his alpha was almost something that made him wag his tail and beat a foot off across the ground as the much more powerful and muscular wolf claimed him in a way that no other had been able to before. The most intoxicating kind of subjugation for any wolf was being able to be dominated by someone else and shown exactly how much weaker you were than the other in charge. Oh by no means was John a weak wolf. He had beaten more than a few heads in before he had become a cop and worked to keep some kind of order established for the Macro community.

However, no one else had ever been able to hold him down and have their way with him the way Stan could. The German shepherd was nothing short of raw power and command and brutality all rolled together in a single furry package. And the wolf relished in the fact that he was able to challenge and question the other's power and prowess to keep his place as alpha and receive a thorough lesson in submission whenever he stepped himself out of line in their two man pack. That didn't mean that Stan was always right or always doing what was right and that was when John got his chance to dominant the other, just like before, and wrestle the out-of-control dog down and hold back that awesome power that threatened to sometimes swallow the German shepherd whole.

What more could a wolf ask for than a continuous obligation to always have your alpha's back and yet be able to be under him while he proved his own virility to you over and over again? John didn't know but he did open his muzzle just a little wider to suck down Melgar's tongue when the other Macro forced more of his wet and slimy organ down into his muzzle.

Meanwhile, the shepherd knew none of this and simply grunted and pulled himself back when a firm lap of a warm and velvet tongue opened his back muscles up enough so that the vulpine could shove his wet muscle up into the dog's backside.

His hips pushed backwards into Smalls' face and it took extreme effort for Melgar not to sit directly onto the little fox's snout and submerge Dean completely into the musk of his tailstar. It would have been a funny way for the vulpine to get his last breath in, but it was more thrilling to have a willing partner return to eat out his rump again than one who expired just after the first few tastes. Grunting and licking at John's dopey looking face, the German shepherd pulled the other man's head down, almost until the wolf was bent in half, and then pressed the lupine's nose up into his crotch, only to blink when he noted that it was not just his cock that the wolf ended up with a nose full of.

Apparently, Dean's own cock had risen up to almost insane proportions and now stood up to where Melgar's own hardness saluted firmly up along the fox's belly. A bolt of jealousy ran through the shepherd before it was quickly crushed with a savage fury underneath his foot. If the fox had a cock like that then it was would prove to increase his own worth as an alpha male in dominating the other Macro by getting his beta to suck them both off together. The shepherd smirked at his own cleverness right before he grabbed his and Small's hard ons and shoved them directly into John's opened muzzle.

John, unexpectedly, didn't choke when his maw was rapidly filled with canid dick as he so much had to learn how to swallow at a very, very quick pace to keep from suffocating. He had been Melgar's second for so long that his gag reflex had abandoned him the second time after the shepherd had roughly fed him his massive dog dick that John was able to swallow and curl his tongue out around both male's lengths without too much problem. The real trick was trying to get into rhythm with Melgar's humping movements as the German shepherd began to hump his muzzle like it were a cheap toy. His alpha definitely didn't have any subtle grace about getting what he wanted and as he moved his hips back and forth into the wolf's open throat it looked as though the only one taking any real enjoyment out of the debauchery happening on the dregs of the ruined city was the shepherd.

However, had anyone been able to see his face, they would have know that Dean looked to be almost punch-drunk as he slobbered messily over and across the tailside of the bigger Macro above him. The messy red and white furry face of the vulpine was hidden from view behind the rumpcheeks of the groaning and murring shepherd, but underneath officer Melgar Dean was a happy foxy as his matted face and wet muzzle was soaked and shining with his own drool. The sweaty underside of the canine had become his poison and Dean was all but drinking it with relish as he dove up further into the other Macro's ass to where his nose could smell nothing less than the unsaturated musk of dominant German shepherd.

His pupils had shrunken into little dots and happy yips trailed out from the fox's lips as he let his body go slack underneath the ministrations happening out from where he couldn't see. The when, how and why he was where he was now didn't even matter to the fox as he became a tool for pleasure, to both give and receive it, as he licked further and deeper up into the shepherd tailstar. So lost was his mental fortitude that Dean barely noted when his body began to lock up on him automatically as his vulpine balls pulled tight into his body, a sure sign as any that his first orgasm was underway.

The onslaught came without much fanfare or noise for John. One minute the wolf was happily trying to see how far he could fit his alpha's and the fox's cocks deep into his throat and the next, his belly was being filled with the warmth of sticky male sap from out of one of the lengths. From the way the two were reacting inside of his muzzle it had to have been the fox because the hardness pressed down underneath his alpha's malestalk was the only one that was quivering and shuddering. Spurt after spurt of warm male cream flooded the insides of John's muzzle and it took the wolf several seconds of swallowing before he regained enough control over his sucking throat to make a move.

Pulling back some, John found that he was indeed correct as he sucked down gulp after gulp of tasty fox seed while continuously humping up into the vulpine's thigh with abandon. His stomach filled up quickly and had he looked down then the wolf would have seen the signs of his firm abs swelling outwards as truckload upon truckload of fox spooge made its home inside of his tummy.

"Good body fox. And you too John." Melgar grunted as he pulled himself away from his beta's sucking muzzle and then up off of Dean's face. "I think we're ready to finish up this hour's activities, what say you?" Who the shepherd was talking too was something uncertain as his pulled his drool covered ass up from over the vulpine's face before rising to his full height.

A stretch and pop of his back later, Melgar looked down with a raised eyebrow to see John still slurping over the vulpine's cock with rampant fervor. The black tail belonging to the wolf beat at the ground behind him and the twitching leg of the lupine kicked out some as John sucked and slurped at the last traces of sticky cum that burped out of Dean's foxtip. Down and around his black muzzle dribbles of fox cum coated John's chin, however the wolf didn't seem to mind it as he continued to hump the smaller Macro's leg and play with the white fuzzy balls belonging to the fox.

Reaching down, the German shepherd snapped his fingers in front of the wolf's face and watched as John stopped dead and then blinked rapidly before realizing what it was that he was doing. Slowly, ever so slowly, he let Dean's cock slip from out of his lips and then licked his tongue out across his chin to remove the last traces of 'fox' from his face.

"And you keep wondering why you're my second?" Melgar sneered down at the wolf before he turned his gaze over to the prey between them.

Dean was so out of it that the fox's tongue was hanging from out of his lips and his chin was coated in a heavy sheen of drool because of it. A light crooning noise resounded out from the other's muzzle but it was so soft that the two officers almost missed it entirely. Light brown eyes gazed at nothing as the vulpine begged and whimpered animalistically for something, anything, to fill up the void that was threatening to suck him into empty oblivion.

"Now, how about you help me fuck this fox and maybe prove that you're not just a helpless cocksucker that belongs on your knees between my legs." Melgar got his answer instantly in the form of a ferocious snarl. "That's my boy! Let's do this fox!"

The two were moving then and Dean was helpless to do anything to stop them as he was quickly lifted up from off of the ground and then sat up between the two officers to where both Melgar and John could sit with their legs on either side of each other while their hard fucksticks pressed brotherly into one another. It wasn't a hard thing to figure out what they intended but it did look to be something close to improbable, that was until the two Macros began to lower the vulpine down. With accuracy that should have been almost impossible, the two men humped upwards and then spearheaded Dean's foxhole with enough force to breech open the vulpine's tailhole on impact.

A siren's wail caused much of the surrounding glass to shatter, and some to even explode, as Dean let out a cry so sharp and perfect that there would be nothing to compare to the velocity of the fox's call of surrender again in life. Dean yipped and struggled and kicked out, striking up dust and debris as he tried to get away from the excruciating pain that lanced its way up his body, however, he was trapped securely between the two males and there was nothing he could do about it. Twin arms wrapped around him and held the fox tightly into their embrace as both Melgar and John humped upwards together into Dean's rectum and spread the flower of the vulpine's tailhole open enough so as to make room for their ample girths.

Tears pooled up and seeped out from the corners of Dean's eyes as he was screwed within an inch of his life by the two dominating male. Vicious humps tore at the ground beneath the three Macros as Melgar and John ground themselves into Dean's rectum with bruising force. The two officers grunted together and moaned as they slide back and forth into each other, vigorously ricocheting off of the sensations each other was feeling as Dean's silk tight depths hugged onto them together. The shepherd's and wolf's fingers interlaced together as they pressed their bodies into Dean's own and breathed in the air of the lustfilled vulpine as Dean gave into his desire to be fucked within an inch of his foxy life.

For their part Melgar and John just did what canines do when they have a warm body between their own and humped upwards in time with each other so as to stimulate both their cocks together in mutual orgasm. Having already came beforehand, Dean's body had relaxed itself to the point where the gargantuan lengths belonging to the two officers were able to get up inside of him easy enough that he wasn't split down the middle. Also helping things was that John's cock was drenched in his own pre and Melgar's doghood was thoroughly slobbered over with the wolf's saliva. This made things quite messy and slick so when the two dominating males began to force themselves upwards into Dean with fast and furious strokes, there was little time for buildup since both males were already on edge, the sounds that the three of them made together were almost disquieting to listen to.

There wasn't much concern for the fox's approval nor necessity in the mating act as the two officers took from the fox what should have been his to give. Yet, even though it was unwanted and somewhat unappreciated, Dean didn't deny that it did felt good to have those twin fucksticks jamming up inside of the hidden spots inside of his body. The two dominating Macro's rubbed themselves over his prostate and poked up into his guts so deliciously that he keened openly to show his instinctual approval of what was happening to him. His tail slapped back into Melgar's chest, yet the German shepherd took what was happening to him with ease as he playfully growled and snapped his teeth at the puff of fur that threatened to bat him into the face.

The sopping sounds of flesh squelching against flesh, of heated bodies writhing together in passionate fury and Dean's submissive calls being poured out from his lips as he was used by the other males for their own, it could have been called the most twisted sort of ecstasy that anyone may have ever had the pleasure of listening to in life.

Melgar and John made no qualms about it however. The two studs seemed to like listening to the fox as his heated breaths rasped out from between his lips. They especially enjoyed how Dean grunted and moaned for them while his insides clamped down around them with vice-like tightness. The two dominant males seemed to want to hear more from the fox because seconds into their frantic humping the two took their turns nipping at Dean's neck. A yipping bark came from the Macro, just as they had wanted, but it soon turned into a shuddering yowl as the vulpine began to raise his body up and down of his own accord between the two canines.

The furry nuts between the fox's legs beat in time with Dean's newest movements and soon they began to churn and pull back up into his body again as his next orgasm began to take precedence in the sexual scene. Between them, both Melgar's and John's own balls were aching with the need to shoot their pent up seed from out of their furry orbs. The hunting of the fox had made them horny beforehand and with the last few minutes endeavors between the three of them as they writhed together in sexual bliss meant that when the two officers came next then the flood of cum would be proportional to all of the pent up lust they had held back in waiting for this very moment to arrive.

In other words, there would be no holding back the tsunami that crashed down onto the broken ruins around them when the shepherd and wolf finally spurted their loads inside of their shared prey.

Barking, yowling, growls and howls echoed out louder and louder as hips danced into the concrete streets below the three Macros with thundering force. It wasn't long before the eventual climax came about, and considering the effort that had gone into this hunt, or rather seizure of Dean Small's body, it was well worth the climatic explosion that followed when the three males shuddered together and then howled out loud with enough force to make several Richter scales break.

Twin hips pushed up at the same time that a red and white pelvis came crashing down when Dean bucked up like a rodeo rider into Melgar and John's laps. The unseen knots belonging to the two officers found new homes together inside of the vulpine's rectum as their owners humped in time and then bit down in tandem along both sides of Dean's neck. It was actually a wonder that the fox's neck didn't start to bleed as he let his eyes fly wide open right as a second orgasm flooded out from the tip of his foxcock up into the air and onto his chest. Weaker than his first, it was still plentiful enough to leak out and coat over the vulpine's front as well as John's own as the wolf was pressed front to front with him.

On the underside of things however, things were much more goopy and sticky as furry scrotums rolled upwards and then shuddered as load after load of canid cum sprang up out of the three males. There wasn't so much of a flood that seeped out from behind the two knots lodged inside of Dean's tailstar as it was several boatloads of canine sap that oozed out from between the legs of the three unified Macros. The deluge of white musk filled up the area between the three canids quite easily and once there was no space left for it to fill the cum raced out and around to cover the streets of the nearly vacant city and right over to where one cameraman was busy trying to hold onto his camera while humping his hand with one paw.

Yeah I'm still here, getting all of this down and feeing information back to my headquarters while watching the trail of cum quickly coming up to my car. On top of my hood and thanking the Creator that I had the mind to roll up the windows and lock the doors, I look on as the white river went right over my tires and then up to where my car doors were. I so hoped that this wouldn't destroy my engine, however it was a moot point all the same because I was getting the coverage of the century.

Taking the scene back to where Dean, Melgar and John were, I had to say that I was a little surprised by what I saw happen next. While originally I thought that the two big bullies were just in this to get their rocks off inside of the smaller Macro and be done with him, I had to stop myself from gaping in awe when Melgar pulled Dean back into his chest and then bit tenderly into the fox's ear. The exhausted vulpine only yipped some before he found himself enfolded inside of muscular tan and black arms and then settled down into the German shepherd's chest. Up in front John busied himself with cleaning off the smaller Macro's chest of the cum that covered the fox's fur coat with his tongue and once he was done with that the wolf leaned himself up so that he could kiss Dean onto the face, almost tenderly as he shared the vulpine's seed with him.

"Good foxy. Now go to sleep." Melgar ordered and then chuckled as the vulpine tiredly followed his instructions without complaint, Dean's lips still partly opened as John continued to suck face with him. "When you get up though, just know that John and I are going to screw you again and then clean you before we take you home to be our little pet." A light murmur of dissatisfaction came from the other but before Dean could find the resolve to stir himself up into a rebellious charade John pulled back from their lip lock to intervene on his behalf.

"Don't worry though. We'll make sure you can get back to your mail deliveries later on, but for now on your going to have a face full of dog and wolf cum covering you so that everyone can know whose fox you are, ok?" Dean just whimpered and shuddered at that before sighing and dozing.

Once the fox was good and asleep however,

"You really want to keep this one?" John had to ask as he looked on at the vulpine's almost cherubic face.

"When have you known me to not be sure about something?"

"That time we were playing strip poker at the Macro convention up north."

"Ok, other than that time, smartass." The German shepherd growled lightly at his subordinate.

"Then, never."

"Good. This one is ours now and once we get him set up back home, we make an incident report and get together a few guys to help clean up this mess."

"Standard procedure with Macro attacks?"

"Yep."

What the two had to say after that mattered little to me because when next I looked down I noticed that my car was floating down the street into a large pool of whiteness just as my hand gripped itself perfectly around my knot and sent me keening into climax and the only thing I could think to say to end this perfect scene was...

"This is K.D. McCloud signing off Goodnight everybody!"