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Vector

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His footsteps boom throughout the city. Small buildings shudder and windows shaking from the impact with every single step. Furs, those are curious enough to walk outside their homes or place of work and into the middle of the street to see what is the cause all this commotion. To them it sounded like thunder but thunder with time passes and its tempo decreases not increase.

The ground shakes from under them much like an earthquake would as standing becomes increasingly difficult. Some furs loses their balance and fallen over on the pavement, only to scream out loud when exactly at the same time the sun is block out and a looming shadow appears over the crowd. The screams started and rose higher when the earthquakes stops but to the furs who were not in the street could see the ones that are raising their hands in a manner to support something of great weight from falling on them. The shouts of agony and the screams are, silenced when a giant foot paws the size of a train descended upon them like bugs. Sounds of bones breaking; and snapping can be heard as their bodies are flatten like paper and blood squirts out from under the foot, splashing like a broken water balloon coating the streets in its crimson.

To the furs that weren't crushed and had enough sense to move their limbs and not stood rooted in place as the other furs are now doing, staring up at the sky in awe, some rubbing their eyes in disbelief as to what they are seeing is in fact real and not a thing of fiction. It is a wolf with an extremely muscular build on his body but not as muscular like a Super-Heavyweight Bodybuilder but close enough for the comparison. His body is as tall as the tallest skyscraper and maybe more. His muscles, easily seen under his rich black colored pelt with short fur showing off his build as though there is no ounce of fat on his body. Veins crisscrosses all over his muscular form and around his massive bits. A streak of blue is highlighted by the edges and under belly of wolf with the under belly being a nice shade of grey. Looking further up, the micros could see that his eyes are a nice tone of light brown and a pleasant smirk on his face. If he was their size he could have easily be called handsome and hunky, but his eyes are filled with joy by casing them immense pain and suffering, his fangs are coated in a tint of red with limbs sticking out of them, twitching or impaled on the impressive fangs, the size of luxury sedans.

He sneers down at them, blood dripping from his smirking muzzle and lands on the city streets like morbid rain drips falling from the sky. Using his tongue to clean off his muzzle, Vector finally moves forward after standing idle for a few moments too fully enjoy the warm thick paste created by his destruction upon the micros. He wiggles his toes, splashing gore around the city streets and then he continues onwards with his rampage. Lifting one foot at a time, seeing the muscles bulge under his thick muscled hide as it rises above their head and passes over them, dropping strings of gore, concrete and blood can all be seen from the crater he leaves behind and his looming foot paws, showering them in the crushed remains of their fellows.

As quickly as it rose, it descended upon them once again with no time to react, adding to the collection of unfortunate furs before them. It is only the beginning of his destruction.

Vector smirks with a toothy grin and continues on his march of death, uncaring to those on the ground; their forms pop like grapes under his tread. When he comes to a street filled with panic furs, steaming out of their homes, running away by foot or trying to load their loved ones in a tiny 'metal coffins' as he likes to call them the wails behind him stops, but just for only a moment.

New ones begins when the bugs spotted him approaching fast behind them, their chances of escape grew more fainter with every earth shaking stomp that trembles the windows and buildings alike. In five steps, he is upon them like an hourglass looming from above to tell them their time on this Earth is done.

Bending over with paws stretched forward and his hands sweeping from side to side, as he encloses his hand-paws on either side of the street gathering furs in a bone-crunching grip. Droplets of blood can be seen rolling off between his grasp, twitching limbs are, seen sticking out from his fingers as he brings his catch close to his muzzle. He does not tease them; instead, he drops them in his maw as they bounce on his warm carpet like tongue, screaming or begging to be release from their iron like prison jaws of the wolf. They dared not to look back as numerous furs are falling to the back of his pulsing hot throat, falling down to the dark tunnel of his gullet where there is others who will met the same fate of being digested alive and only wish for a quick death.

Vector decided his mouth cannot contain any more snacks and snaps his jaws shout. Howls of pain are, heard from within his muzzle as his teeth severed their limbs off their bones to those that were too close to his teeth and sticking out their hands as if the bugs below can save them from their fate. He starts to chew, working his jaws on the bugs, furs cried in agony from within his bloody muzzle as he gaze upon the crowd, his eyes telling them, 'your next,' as he continues working on his meal. The screams were but a whimper when he swallowed them with an audible gulp. Their forms can be seen descending his throat and disappears when they reached his collarbone.

The macro wolf opens his maw to show them what he did to their loved ones. Most stood rooted in place and accepted their fate, while others screamed and ran. For the first time he spoke. His voice sounded like thunder echoing and bouncing off walls being, carried throughout the city. The furs closest to him lost their hearing for life and windows shattered around him from his booming voice while others had to cover their ears to stop the bleeding. Who knew that such a great voice of an alpha male can be so destructive at that height, but they will not live long enough to warn others of this godly wolf

"Thanks bugs for offering me your bodies to feed a wolf like me! It's not easy, and I'm not even stuffed yet!"

Before they could even react to the advancing hand paws, the now deaf furs, gathered in his paws again and dump like the others before them, but he did not let his jaws get full, instead he started to chew on them right away before they could comprehend in the danger they are in.

Vector, a macro wolf not known for his table manners and in due to his size, who can blame him? He eats with his mouth open, not caring if the bugs could see blood and limbs escaping his jaws, coating his chin and massive pectorals, as well as his abdomen in blood, tinting his otherwise grey pelt in their body fluid for the world to see. After what seemed like hours but is in fact a few minutes, he cleaned the entire street of micros. Their yells silenced and their body turned into precious protein for the hunky wolf.

He whines because there was no one left. He was about to turn back when he heard a faint sounds coming from ahead. His triangle shape ears swivel forwards and his whine turned to a bark of joy. Tail wagging happily behind him as he found new toys to play with. He charges through rows upon rows of buildings, not caring for what is in them. Smaller buildings and houses alike are; crushed under foot while small pockets of furs snuffed and flattened like pancakes.

Furs trying to leave the city, an island connected by bridges, destroyed on what looks to be paw shape prints. There is another way out through the dock but every boat smashed or sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Phone lines and cell phone towers are destroyed beyond recognition, cutting off all contacts from and too the city. He maybe a brute, but he is smart brute.

Vector foot stomps are fast approaching and the micros could barely keep their footing. Buildings from the south are knocking over in a giant cloud of dust, others are blow up like a deck of cards, and soon his shadow is upon them. He casts his gaze downwards at them. There is nowhere to hide. Two buildings separate them from the wolf but the barrier between them diminishes in a split second. He pushes the buildings from either side with a simple flick of his wrist as they fallen over, kicking clouds of dust and causing fresh cries as the skyscrapers landed on them. He emerges from the wreckage behind him. He flexes his mighty biceps, the hardened ball of muscle rose from both arms with thick tree trunk, size veins pumping blood to his well-muscled body.

"Noting can't stand in my way! I do not even know why you bugs will built such a thing if they cannot stand against me. Nevertheless, it makes it even more enjoyable watching them crumble by power alone. It's just too bad you bugs won't learn you lesson, because you won't live long enough to learn it!"

Lowering his arms down to either side of his hips and raising his foot over them and bringing it down hard with a sickening crack on the asphalt and making a spider-web like pattern on the ground. He twists his foot from side to side, catching fleeing furs in the process. He did this a couple of more times to random mobs of furs that succumbs to the sheer weight of his massive form but grew tired of this game. He thinks for a moment, bringing a fistful of micros close to his muzzle and crushing them in his grasp when a warm tingling sensation is felt on his massive cock head looming far above them, their blood coating his member. He slaps the remaining furs on his other paw to his head with red traveling down his scalp.

"Of course I know what to do with you bugs! I need to get off and mark my territory with my seed. It is too bad I do not like this place any more. It's useless to me!"

He chuckles to himself, heedless to their regards to life and delivering only misery to them for his sake of bringing him closer to his climax soon enough. Their lives are like toys to be play with, and like a young child, he played far too harshly. He stops laughing and circles around the last surviving mass in what seems like the business district. He stomps on any stragglers fleeing from the panicking mob, knocking over various buildings that may leave them out of his playtime with them. Finally, like cattle he horde them into a single group, surrounded by the very things they've built for a better future to only wind up dead in a few moments. All that they have all work for, their entire lives, built up for this moment, getting off a rampaging monster wolf with no sense of disregard to their wellbeing. It all ends here for them. Some cried while others accepted their fate and hope that it will be quick.

They are not so lucky to have that luxury.

The wolf stands there like a Greek God with muscles tensing while his chest rising and falling with every powerful deep breath he takes. He looks down at them without pity, they do not deserve it, because they are bugs, and bugs are to be stomp out like pests. He never had thought of them this way. He once had a family that has taken away from him from bugs! He 'was' a gentle giant until they killed his brother and mother, the only family he ever had. He found it ironic how he came to be by the product of their hands. If they wanted a rampaging giant, they sure as hell have one now.

He takes one giant step forward and kicks out his legs from under him, crushing various cars and buses under his ass that contains hopeful furs that the rampaging wolf would not find them. They screamed out for one brief moment and then silence. Vector legs are cradle close to his body with is kneecaps resting on his firm plump pectorals. He stretches his legs out in front of him, not wanting to catch any micros under his massive calves but some do and their remains are, left with a long red streak of red on either side. His feet ploughs through the opposites side of the street and into the base of a skyscraper, catching some furs dumb enough to be standing close to the windows and doorways looking out to the city streets.

"Bugs climb up to my juicy balls and stealth, some of you climbs up to my chest while others climb into my mouth. If you do this then I'll go easy on you!" They knew he would not; he just wanted to tease them with hope. Some fall for it while other didn't and stood rooted in place, wanting to go out as heroes so that other generation may follow their lead and stand up to these monsters and fight back. Some of the micro, a large majority of them in fact started to climb up his body using his feet or furry legs to do so. Some of the micros did not want to climb were met with his looming forefinger and crushed under his musky pads. He switches from crushing them and applying their blood as lubricant on his already leaking member, Vector loved the rebellion types the most, they can be used for something like lube when he ends his rampages like this, they did half the work for him just by standing there.

When noting left is standing on the city streets but smears of red, Vector felt them slowly started to approaching his crotch. He lays on his back so the rest can have access to his chest and maw. A sizeable amount gathered on each of the demanded sections. He told them to wait for his command to start. After two minutes with his muzzle full he shouts, "Begin!" with some furs flying out of his jaws and landing on his pecs with a sickening snap of bones and shots of white hot pain as they screamed like never before on his massive chest. The ones near his crotch started massage their bodies on his giant shaft base and balls, using their entire bodies to do so. Grinding their very forms to against his much larger, leaking member that he refuses to wrap his paw around until the time is near to climax.

The micros on his chest also did the same, licking his nipples or racking their claws on the giant mounds of furry muscle, some even daring to go near the center, standing on the crevices of his pecs. He holds his flexing till later. The bugs in his maw could only prey that the muzzle will not slammed shut on them or swallows them whole.

Fate was not very kind to those in his muzzle as he nears his climax and slams his muzzle shut on them. The screams were cut short and drawn out by his moaning and groaning, thrashing his head from side to side with streaks of blood leaving his muzzle and splatting to the pavement below. He purposely flexes his chest and knocking over the micros worshiping his pecs and cramming them to the very center of his chest and with a firm hold of his pecs, he holds them firmly in as they bang on the walls of musky furry muscle.

He then brings both hands to his leaking cock and balls, catching the bugs off guard as he squeezes them, crushing them with an iron grip on his musky balls or his squirming dick, splashing pre-cum like a broken faucet all over himself and the city streets. Finally, after a few more moments of self-torture he lets himself go. He swallows the micros in his maw letting the warm taste of meat traveling down his throat. The taste of blood gets him off faster and building up more cum as his balls are now churning. His flexes his massive pecs, closing in on the furs between the steel like walls and closing in on them with a speeds that they never knew muscles so big could go. The musky furry walls slamming on their furry forms and turns them into pulp. Blood spreads downwards to his abs and spilling out to his sides.

The warm feeling around his cock as their fresh bug meat warms his cock head with every stroke, passing and playing around with his leaking cock head. He builds up speed going faster and squeezing harder, and harder. He stokes himself off with such gusto, hitting his abs with his giant blood covered cock head. His paws are musky from all the pre-seed leaking from his slit and the bloody lube helps it keep it nice and warm. He feels his balls tighten, coming closer to his shaft.

"Oh fuck here it comes!"

He rubs his cock head one last time around his burly hand paw. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, and howls as he cums for the first time that day. Juicy hot strings of cum reaching far above most skyscrapers, his legs kicking over the ones they were in as his body contracts.

Hot musky cum splashes all ever his well-muscled form, coating his black and grey pelt in a musky shade of red-hot white cum. The musky semen was so powerful enough that it punctured giant gaping hole on the roofs of buildings surrounding the muscled wolf.

After two minutes of continues flows of cum leaving out of his member like an erupting volcano, it slowly stops shooting cum like bullets and leaving hot white streaks on the underside of his cock. He pants trying to recollect himself from the awesome pleasure he just had. Basking in his afterglow, he hears a bell tower from his left. He surveys the destruction and looks up at a bell tower from a church. He chuckles. "It's only 10 in the morning bugs! We still have lunch and dinner to play!" He turns his head to look up at the sky one last time and closes his eyes. He laughs to himself while slowly drifting off to sleep.

The day has only just begun.