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The city of Old Zemeckis and the city of New Zemeckis had been at war for as long as either could record. They warred about the dye of their clothing. They warred about what method to fillet a kill after a hunt, and what animals could be hunted and which were sacred in the eyes of their god (why they shared a god was anyone's guess.) For almost three thousand years, they had warred, their weapons and tactics evolving, but their resolve (some would say stubbornness) remaining intact. Neither side was willing to budge.

"So if they've been at war for so long, why are we only intervening now?" Basashi asked. To call Basashi big would be an understatement. Such a small word did not do a creature like him justice. He was a zebra, and having an equine's build and a macro's height meant he was veritable god amongst insects. His fur was predominately white, with black stripes over his back and legs, and a huge black muzzle. His hair was shaggy, obscuring his face and some of his vision. Of the four, he was dressed in the most clothing, wearing boots, his camouflage pants, a tank top shirt, a black long-sleeved shirt over this, his army jacket, and a military cap. Even beneath all this, his body bulged with muscle and strength, and his clothing seemed desperate to rip apart at any moment, revealing the body of a titan.

"Apparently, their weapons have evolved," Rodney said. Although not as large as Basashi (who was?) Rodney was of impressive dimensions. A great white shark, he was the only non-mammal in the four man squad. Second only to Basashi in terms of build, his authority was never questioned. Basashi had the muscle, but Rodney had the will. A career soldier, an adrenaline junkie, some would even say a sadist. There was a glint in his eyes that just wasn't natural. His body was mostly gray, with a distinctly sharky tail stretching out of the seat of his pants. Black stripes ran down his back, although were difficult to see beneath his shirt. "They've been working on some new kinda missile or something, something that won't only be a danger to tinies, but macros as well. They want us to destroy it all before they get it up and running. Stomp the whole place into glass. Leave not one alive. Yada-yada. You know the routine. Salt the ground."

Valin was the third member of the squad, a chimpanzee and the resident reconnaissance expert. Valin was short compared to Basashi and Rodney, and had a somewhat womanly build. He was almost always smiling ear to ear, and even now, dreaming of all the things he could do with a million tinies...

"Pants fitting a bit tight?" asked Blitz, as he reached across Valin's chest and gave the engorged erection a playful squeeze. His real name was Bonaventure, but Rodney complained that was just too hard to say with the odd shape of his jaws. The shark had dubbed him "Blitz," and that was all anyone called him anymore. He was a rabbit, with pink pads on his feet, pink nipples, a pink cock and an adorable pink nose. On his forehead was a black spot, in the shape of a diamond. "The only way to tell him apart from any other rabbit," as far as Rodney was concerned. He was a bit closer in height and shape to Valin, less muscular and more athletic, especially compared to Basashi and Rodney, but at least he lacked Valin's "womanly hips."

Basashi was the only one in full military garb, and most likely the only one who thought of this as an actual job. Valin and Blitz were both wearing camouflaged pants and tank tops, no shoes or boots. Rodney was wearing boots, sweatpants, and a sweatshirt, but that was because he did not like the cold. If they were in a more humid area, Rodney would probably already be nude, and once his clothes came off, so did Valin's and Blitz's.

"Are we there yet?" Blitz asked.

Rodney sighed. "The past twelve times you've asked that, the answer has been no. This time, the answer is yes." He erected a thick finger towards an ugly blot on the otherwise barren landscape.

Valin took a small monoscope off of his utility belt, and peered an eye through it. "What resistance are we looking at? You said they had missiles that can hurt us?"

"They've been working on the missiles. Intelligence says they don't even have a prototype working yet. Anything else they have is for killing other tinies. Hell, they probably don't even think we're a threat. Most macros don't even bother with these two cities. So far out of the way, it's not even worth the hike."

"My feet are killing me," Valin whined. Leaping, he was suddenly upon Basashi's broad back, his two arms wrapped around the zebra's thick throat. If Basashi had any difficulty carrying the monkey, he didn't show it, not even breaking stride as he casually walked along. Basashi was a workhorse, through and through, more often tasked with heavy lifting than actual fighting. It didn't help he didn't have the stomach for violence. Despite being strong enough he could tear Rodney's tail off with his bare hands, he wasn't particularly cruel. Valin shifted his body, and stretched one of his feet out, towards Blitz' face. "Just look at my poor toes."

Valin's feet were like a second pair of hands, with five long, strong digits stretching out of the center palm. Blitz pushed the foot down, out of his face. "You'll be walking on a sea of tinies soon, I promise."

"Oh... all their little bodies, popping one by one. Why don't we do this more often, boss?"

"Cause eradicating a nest of micros doesn't pay that much. By the way, this counts as vacation time."

The four of them stopped before the city limits of New Zemeckis. Like most micro cities, it was both massive and almost completely self-sufficient. A fence ran around the entire perimeter, large enough that it would keep a wandering, drunk macro out but certainly wouldn't stop the four determined soldiers. Valin climbed down off of Basashi's back, only to immediately climb halfway up the fence. His hand like feet allowed him to grip the fence with such ease, he would have scaled the entire thing in the blink of an eye had Rodney's hand not caught hold of his tail. Valin gave a yelp, losing his grip and falling back, landing hard on his rump. Rodney let go of the tail, and walked to the fence, casually looking through the holes and to the city vista just beyond. The micros had been prosperous. They had filled every inch of land inside the fence with their little toy buildings. Rodney squatted slowly, and then allowed himself to fall, landing on his rump so he could sit before the buildings, which would normally reach his hips. The largest ones, in the center of the city, were even taller than Basashi, but on the outskirts were just squat apartments.

Rodney wondered, if the others knew the real reason they were here, would they still go along with it? Basashi; no chance. He was barely on board now, thinking that these little insects posed an actual threat to the macros. Valin, maybe. He did enjoy stepping on tinies, but he wasn't a monster at heart. Blitz was mostly the same: more playful than cruel, though of course he was still pretty cruel. But deep down, the three weren't like Rodney. They needed to believe this was a regular job. And if they ever found out what this was all really about, they'd probably kill the shark. Or at least try. He chuckled at that thought.

"Blitz, there's an airport in the east of the city. Demolish it. Valin, near it is the city's news building. Destroy it, and then make sure Blitz hasn't fucked up. You know how easily distracted he is by shiny things. Not one of the tinies is allowed to escape. I'm taking a digit for each one that does." Rodney stood up, though his eyes were always locked on the little apartment building before him. Someone had come up, onto the roof, and was now staring up at the four titans. What was he? Rodney squinted, and noticed it was... a bull, yes. Stocky and muscular, probably a real hit with the ladies, a real stud. "Basashi, give me the bolt cutters."

The zebra nodded, and pulled them off his back. He handed them to the shark, before taking a few nervous steps back. The monkey and the rabbit wandered off, heading to the east side of the city to take care of their duty before they had some fun. Rodney clipped the fence easily, cutting it down the middle. "Take that side and pull," he said, and Basashi walked over. Gripping the stretch of fence with both hands, he started to pull it back. To his surprise, Rodney didn't help him pull, but just watched him, and eventually ordered him, "Stop." Cutting the stretch of fence off the main body, Rodney examined it, and then looked to the zebra again. "The north side of the city is a port, and a large of body of water. There's no fence around it, so boats can get through it easy enough. I want you to put this fence down there, manipulate it however you need to; just make sure the boats don't get through it. You got that, Stripes?"

Basashi sighed. "Rodney, I don't kn-"

"Hey," the shark said sharply. "Get over there, now. For all we know the entire fleet, carrying all the blueprints, schematics, and raw materials they need to make a missile are on their way out. Get going."

"OK Rodney," Basashi said, and with a little gallop in his steps, started to move around the fence's perimeter, towards the north side.

Rodney looked down at the building. The little bull was still standing there on the roof, looking up at him. His eye sight wasn't good enough to tell what the bull's expression was, but Rodney liked to think it was a bit of fear, a bit of confusion, and a bit of awe, as if he had come face to face with his god. Rodney took his first steps into the city. His boot were absolutely massive, and although he did try to set it gently between the two rows of buildings and into the street, he ended up grazing the front of the buildings that flanked him, demolishing the wall that lead to someone's living room or bedroom. Lowering carefully, just a bit, Rodney reached out a hand. The bull did not move, perhaps out of fear or perhaps out of some insane curiosity, to see the fingers that were as large as his whole body approaching. He did scream when they closed, but much to his surprise, the narrow tips of the shark's fingers instead closed upon the nape and back of his coat. With expertise that implied he had done this before, Rodney lifted the man up. He turned his head to the side to better examine the bull, and indeed saw the look of fear and great awe that he had anticipated. He licked his lips again, but then squatted, and placed the bull back on the roof from where he had been plucked. "The others really don't know how lucky they are," Rodney explained. He swung his other boot forward, and with absolute carelessness, it demolished the buildings that flanked his other foot. There was an awful racket as the buildings collapsed, and a thousand little voices were silenced all at once. Rodney turned on his heels, and now stood towering before the building that the bull must have called home.

"See these?" Rodney asked, opening his jaws, and displaying the row upon row of sparkling white teeth. "Yeah, looks cool, huh? But they're hard to chew with, and if you've ever eaten someone, you know it's when you chew that you get to savor their flavor."

Rodney took hold of his sweatshirt, and slowly pulled it up, revealing his white underbelly, one rippling abdominal muscle at a time. He pulled it over his head and threw it aside, and it happened to hook on an intact part of the fence. He squatted low, his tail and firm buttocks happening to smash through a couple of the buildings behind him, as his strong fingers dug into the pavement beneath the apartment's foundation. Every muscle in Rodney's powerful arms and abdomen tensed, as did his thighs and legs, although they could not be seen beneath his sweatpants. The building before him creaked and whined, before lifting up. A ghastly gash ran across the building's first floor. Stone screamed and masonry whined, as Rodney straightened his legs, and with a grunt of exertion, rose from his squatting position. The building came with him. His arms stayed taught and strong, his hands slowly shifting beneath the building to support it, but already it was crumbling to dust and stray bricks, little bodies falling out of windows or through the breaking floor. Rodney opened his mouth as wide as he could, which was the sight of nightmares for those trapped in the building he was holding. Row upon row of sparkling white teeth stretched out of the blood red gums like the stalagmites of a cave. Drool dripped off the thousands of teeth and the gray lips, falling to the ground like drops of rain.

Rodney fixed his teeth over the frame of the building, and crunched down. The teeth cut through the stone and bricks with ease, and Rodney tilted his head back. He swallowed heavily, the bulge running down his long throat until it disappeared into his muscled chest, and then looked down at the building in his hands. He had carved right through a dozen rooms, and dozens of little faces all stared at him. He noticed a splotch of blood, and with amusement, noticed that he had bisected a particularly delicious looking doe. Greedily, he stuffed the rest of the building into his awaiting maw, down his gullet and gobbling it happily.

A funny belch escaped his lips, and he patted his muscled stomach. He began to walk, his powerful legs kicking through the buildings that were in his path. It was almost with childish exuberance that he stomped and kicked, the stone and steel nothing compared to the might of his powerful legs. What he was looking for, he couldn't say, but then he came to stand before a large group of people in the street, perhaps confused by the earthquakes that had been racking the entire city. They had turned on their televisions, expecting answers, but Valin had done his work, and all that appeared was static.

"There is one thing I have, one advantage that compensates for my ugly maw," Rodney explained, and giving the string that kept the elastic waistband of his sweatpants tight, he undid the knot. In no hurry at all, he bent over and untied his boot laces, and then pulled his boots off carefully. He arranged them carefully, leaning them against several of the houses that flanked the crowd, cutting off a method of escape. Leaning on a hip high building, he pinched his left sock by the toes, and pulled it off slowly, revealing his supple gray foot. As a shark, he was covered in rubbery, slightly squishy skin, and although his rippling muscles kept most of his skin taught, the bulbous pads on his feet had just a little yield. He took his other sock off, and then dropped both at the back of the crowd, corralling them between his boots, his socks, and his massive feet.

"Well, technically its two things I'm quite proud of."

He pulled the elastic waistband wide, away from his muscular hips, and then let his pants fall. Gravity pulled them down, off his smooth skin and down to the ground. He took a step out of them, and kicked them back down the street. There, erect between his tree trunk sized thighs, were just what Rodney was so proud of. Measuring thirteen feet in length each, lined side by side, were a pair of massive black erections hung down from between Rodney's legs. His testicles, housed in a sheath behind the two shafts, were inflated at least fifteen feet wide.

Rodney sat down, his massive buttocks sending a little shockwave out, that knocked those who were standing in the street before him off their feet. Despite the sight, none of the crowd had even attempted to disperse. They simply stared at him, unable to believe what they were seeing, especially when the grey legs stretched out, pushing the boots farther down the road and replacing them as the barriers. The slightly squishy feet met at the back of the crowd, a few of the people in the rear of the crowd caught between the heels, and shoved together. Their little fight earned a laugh of approval from the shark, but it was those between his legs that concerned him now. Roll upon roll of shark musk washed over the people, who only now realized the danger they were in. Still, it was only when one of Rodney's fingers swept through the mass that they started to scream. Their cries for help rose up all at once, unifying into one terrified noise, although the screams were soon drowned out by the laughter as Rodney selected his first victim. It was a mouse who was remaining oddly calm despite the panic around him. With delicate fingertips, Rodney picked him up by the hood of his sweatshirt, and brought him up to his face. Rodney smiled, displaying the rows upon rows of teeth, before he lowered his hand back down.

The screams of panic from the crowd slowed, and all stared transfixed upon the rat, dangling helplessly between the delicate fingers. They watched as the rat was lowered, and then placed delicately against the onyx penis, his white fur a stark contrast to the inky blackness of the shaft. The rat's delicate hands wrapped around the shaft, hugging it gently, and for a moment, it seemed the shark was content with his little helper. The panic actually slowed to a stop.

Then the laughter resumed, and Rodney looked down, at all the little faces. His grin returned, and both hands reached forward. He placed his hands towards the back of the crowd; a few of the tinies crushed beneath his hands, and pulled them towards him. The screams returned, as hundreds of flailing people piled on top of each other, rolling in a great avalanche of limbs and desperate pleas. Rodney pulled them all to the dual erections, burying the shafts up about halfway. All the tinies tried to climb out of Rodney's lap, but found his rubbery skin too slick to hold. The dribbles of white that were rolling out of the two tips, down the black shafts and into the crowd didn't help either.

Both hands teaming with life, Rodney pressed all the little people up against his shafts, sighing and groaning with a touch of bliss. He squeezed the flailing bodies up against his erections from the side, holding them tight, until all the tinies popped into crimson jelly. Sighing, slightly annoyed, he instead gathered a handful of people up, and then dropped them between his two massive pillars. Before they could tumble down his slick scrotum, Rodney cupped his hand beneath his two shafts, and used his fingers and thumb to squeeze them together. The throbbing shafts had just enough yield that those between them did not immediately turn to goo, but the life was squeezed out of them and their cries were silenced.

Rodney used his other hand to gather another handful of tinies. Cupping them in his hand, he soon wrapped his fingers around his left shaft, squeezing them up against the slick flesh, but not enough to pop them. He didn't want them dying too quick after all. And the effect was still so wonderful. All the dozens of little fists and legs smacking and pounding against his glans, some little teeth even biting the supple skin as if that would save them. And all the while, steady streams of white were oozing out of the black shafts, washing down and drowning those stuck between the two pulsating obelisks. Rodney spasmed suddenly, and those housed between his cocks and in his hand were suddenly popped. White and red mixed and swirled into a flood between his legs. Rodney gathered up more, and gripping both his erections, began to rub furiously. Each time those in his hand popped, he grabbed more. Their bodies, coated with his slime and their brother's blood only heightened the delicious friction against his taught erections.

He snarled suddenly, bouncing up off the ground and humping into his hands, and the dozens of little bodies squirming against him. He landed, and humped again. After a moment, he gripped his left erection tight, squeezing it around the base with a thumb and index finger. By contrast, as tender as he could, he rubbed his right erection; easing the tinies into it the rubbery flesh but never too tight. Their panic only grew as the erection they were smothered against began to expanded and shake, and a moment later, it exploded like a volcano, gooey white blasting into the air. If there were any survivors between Rodney's legs, they were suddenly smothered beneath a flood of foul smelling seed. Those in his hand instantly popped as he gripped his erection, rubbing himself up and down. He squeezed his right erection, and eased the pressure on his left. The pent up release exploded out of his cock. Splat after splat vented from him, ripples shooting out of the left then the right like machine gun fire.

Rodney sighed, leaning back. He opened his legs and stretched them out at the sides of the buildings. A couple of tinies, blind and drenched in gore and goo, stumbled forward. Rodney didn't care. He'd simply kill them later.

In the east part of the city, Valin had just finished demolishing the news station building, taking the time to level every brick before he headed off to see if Blitz had finished with his responsibility.

Unsurprisingly, he had not. Walking along, Valin actually had to leap high, swatting a small, two person plane out of the sky. He noticed a second, and tried to leap, but it climbed high into the air and just managed to avoid his sweeping fingers.

"That ain't my fault," he muttered, as he continued walking. "No way am I going to take a fucking from Rodney because Blitz has the attention span of an infant."

After stepping over a shin high fence, Valin came into the airport, judging by all the little runways and little planes that filled the air like mosquitoes. The airport had been the logical escape for people, when they saw the giants casually walking about the city, and was teeming with life. It was amusing: everyone was actually running towards Valin, but that was because in the center of the airport was a very horny white rabbit, furiously masturbating with whatever was in hand. Valin rolled his eyes.

Still, his feet did rather hurt. And, in such desperation to get away from the white rabbit, the tinies were actually running alongside Valin's feet, some even climbing over the leathery toes. Did they even realize he was a giant?

He looked down, and noticed several people had actually ended up running between his large toes, only realizing they were trapped when they ran into the skin between his digits. He smiled, and suddenly squeezed his toes together. The little bodies squirmed and fought, their bones breaking and their skin rolling over the digits, and it felt pleasant. Squeezing just a little tighter, the bodies popped, and then he opened his toes apart. He lifted his foot, and then stretched it forward. For many of the tinies, so concerned with the lustful rabbit at their back, they only looked up when they felt a drop of... rain? Their gaze lifted, and they saw a pair of gore soaked toes attached to a sole that blotted out the sun, and was only growing larger as it drew closer. Before they could think to run back the way they had come, the wrinkled skin of the sole was upon their heads, and the weight pushed them into the ground.

Valin relaxed, his foot just gently resting upon those he was stepping on, crushing them but leaving them alive to squirm. It was the squirms that he enjoyed, and how delightful they were against his weary soles. Soon, he applied more pressure, and gave a squeal of joy when warm, bubbling redness washed over the cracks in his foot. He took another step forward, this time not tormenting his victims slowly but just bringing it down. Little bodies popped and crimson washed over his sole, and a hand strayed down to his pants, rubbing his engorged cock from outside the fabric.

Blitz, meanwhile, was having the time of his life with all the micros within reach. They still thought they could get into their toy planes and escape, and braved venturing closer to the rabbit, desperately hoping they were beneath his notice. Of course, he snatched them up, and if his present supply was exhausted, he simply scooted towards fuller pickings.

By now, parts of his fur were so stained with crimson; it could be mistaken for a natural pattern. His testicles were completely red, and if one were to look very closely, they just might spot a severed arm still clinging desperately to a strand of fur. His feet, of course, were drenched in gore, and even were his pectorals, implying he had enjoyed smooshing tines up against his erect nipples. He was presently leaning to his side and propping himself up with one hand. Dumb fingers were trying to grip the micros and stuff them between his cheeks, but he kept popping the bodies between his fingers or against his buttocks, which were stained red.

Valin pulled his tank top off and threw it aside without a care. His middle narrowed, giving him an hourglass figure, but truthfully he didn't mind. He was quite proud of his body, and happily pulled off his pants, leaving them wherever they fell. Nude now, he idly rubbed his erection as he walked to stand before Blitz. The tinies popped under his feet: squelch, squelch, squelch, and the many purrs that vibrated from his throat alerted Blitz to his company. He looked to Valin, hopeful, and then rolled over onto all fours. His adorable cotton tail wiggled in the air, and between his toned glutes, his pink rosebud flexed eagerly. "Come help?" he asked.

Valin squatted down before the bunny, right in the heart of the boiling mass. His fuzzy brown testicles bumped and crushed some people, and providing a bit of pleasure, but nothing too intense. That was alright though. He only wanted them to keep his erection engorged, not bring him to climax, as soon he would be having some real fun. Sweeping his hand through the masses and depositing those he caught into his other hand, he collected about a dozen tinies to use, and then looked to Blitz's pucker. "Come on," the rabbit said. He propped himself up with one arm, and reached beneath him, gently teasing his engorged cock. "Don't you see how much I need it?"

Valin selected the first of many from his hand, and pressed the micro gently between Blitz's muscular cheeks. The micro begged and squealed and bit at the black fingers that held him, even as Valin carefully placed his legs against the wrinkled skin of Blitz's anus. It didn't take much pressure before the pucker flexed, and the micro was pushed inside up to his middle. The rim clenched hard upon him, so tight, blood bubbled out of his mouth and down his lips. Valin rolled his eyes. "Fuck, can't you keep your clenches under control?"

Blitz whined, burying his head in the ground. "Just fucking stuff me full!"

"I'm not going to waste perfectly good tinies on you like that."

Valin rolled his eyes, and looked around, spotting what he could use just a little away. He stood up and hustled off, leaving Blitz whining and gasping, only to return a few moments later, now carrying a bus that the airport used to shuttle passengers.

Bringing the bus to his lips, Valin opened his mouth wide and bit down. The bus' rear was sliced off by the sharp teeth, a clean gash running through the bus' body. Planning his game carefully, Valin also pushed out the front window of the bus, leaving the head intact but offering an opening. Blitz rested his upper body on the ground, and reaching behind him, gripped his cheeks with both hands. He groaned, pulling them wide apart. Valin worked his fingers around the rim, opening it wider, and then pressed the bus' intact front up against the pucker. Groans and gasps escaped Blitz as the cool metal shell spread him far wider than anyone (save perhaps Rodney) had stretched him before. Valin kept pushing it or wiggling it side to side, the anal muscles flexing hard but unable to make the heavy metal shell yield. Valin worked it in, slowly but surely, until the bus' front bumper was resting against the rabbit's prostate. An explosion of white from the hanging cock signified it was deep enough, and Valin's attention returned to the micros at his knees.

He gathered them up with both hands, holding at least three dozen tiny lives, and then carefully formed his hands into a funnel. The micros fumbled and fell over each other, and soon plummeted down to the gaping wide anus and the bus' cut open rear. Some bounced against the fuzzy, crimson stained ass cheeks of the rabbit, but more than half found their mark, and tumbled into the bus' protective housing. Valin gathered another three dozen up, and stuffed them into the gaping hole.

"How many?" Blitz asked, voice barely above a groan.

"At least fifty, maybe sixty, all getting to enjoy you."

"Oh... fuck..."

Valin chuckled. "Well, if you insist. Here's the hard part, though."

Valin pinched the bus' rim between two fingers, and gave it a gentle tug. The bunny's bowels slurped and slid wetly against the bus, flexing around it, and Blitz's penis continued to stream white onto the runway beneath him. He slammed a fist into the ground; the pleasure surging through him all at once, as Valin slowly worked the bus out the way it had gone in. The tinies inside struggled to hang onto their seats, but few were blessed with the strength required. They tumbled out of the bus' broken front window, and landed in a slimy cavern, pulsating with each beat of the rabbit's powerful heart.

Valin worked the bus out all the way, and then peered an eye inside. Maybe five, maybe six people had been strong enough to hold on, and been spared remaining inside the bowels. "You guys must like cock," he said. "Hey Blitz, here you go."

With a shaking hand, Blitz reached back. His fingers, of course, were far stronger than his sphincter, and he almost ended up crushing the bus when he tried to grip it. He caught himself, and brought it around in front of him. Moving the open back beneath his belly, he rested his drooling pink glans against it, and gently pulled it over his cock. The metal cut and scraped at his tender flesh, lighting his nerve endings on fire. He shook several times, though struggled to push it over his glans. For the five or six micros, who thought themselves safe when they escaped the pulsating walls of the bowels, now found their haven flooded by white goo.

For those still trapped in his anus (and there were so many wiggling inside, that alone was making his erection spurt), their world was pulsating flesh on each side, save up above. Blitz' pucker had been stretched so wide, it was slow to return to the tightness from before. Rays of sun actually trickled in from past his tail, although most would have rather live in darkness, considering the sight that surrounded them.

Valin rose to his feet, and holding Blitz by the flanks, lifted him off the ground. He lowered his hips slightly, and then leaned forward, his erection gently pressing against the stretched vent. It was wide enough that with only a few wiggles and thrusts, the glans were past the rim and inside the warmth. And it was wonderful...

Valin slowly sank his erection inside, the white that flooded the tunnel washing over the trapped micros. Slowly, slowly, the piston like glans pressed into them, shoving them down and pushing them tighter and tighter, against the unyielding prostate. The same fate awaited those inside the bus beneath the rabbit, the drooling cock slowly taking up more and more precious space, pressing them against the windows or roof, and smothering them in stifling musk.

Blitz came first. His penis, inflated from all the seed that was struggling to rush out, popped the binding of the bus. He groaned, replacing the bus' pressure with his hand, and roughly rubbed himself as he ejaculated all over the runway. Valin humped and humped, slamming his cock against the tinies and the prostate, showing no concern for either. But when he finally hit a plateau, he fell to his knees behind Blitz, sighing, spurt after spurt filling the confines and drowning whatever micros were durable enough to survive his battery.

In an uncharacteristic show of tenderness, Valin leaned down, and planted a soft kiss on Blitz's nape. Gripping the bunny's rump cheeks, he began to pull himself back slowly, savoring every rub of friction he received. His penis escaped the anus with a lewd slurp, and Blitz groaned. Between his legs, a rush of white and red escaped the confines of his vent, washing down to the ground.

"You wanna go see what the horse is doing?" Valin asked, giving Blitz's ass an affectionate slap.

Blitz nodded. He put a foot beneath him, and tried to push himself up, but ended up falling to his belly when a residual shudder ran through him. Valin took his hand and helped him to shaky feet, before heading off to look for Basashi. Of course, they did have a job to do here, and made no effort to avoid treading on the populace or cars, and stomp their way through buildings with childish glee.

After Basashi finished his assignment; laying the fencing across the mouth of the port, he walked out of the water. He didn't want to get his clothing wet, so to wade into the thigh high water, he had removed his pants and boots and shirt (since he felt silly wearing it). He had left his clothing neatly folded on a hip high building, and was going to get dressed when he realized he was utterly drenched. "How did I not realize that would happen?" he muttered. He looked down at his body, his impressive equine erection barely held at bay by the confines of his soaked underwear, and then looked to the city, and all the tiny eyes that were no doubt staring at him. He felt... embarrassed, to be honest, standing near nude in the middle of a city, even if it was a city of tinies. And, unsure what to do, he simply started to walk.

Technically, he was here to do a job. The city had to be razed, the population eradicated. And, he was big enough that simply walking demolished the buildings at his feet. He swung his legs through them, occasionally squatted and punched a stout hand through the roof of some of the taller ones, but it was clear his heart wasn't in it.

"Hey, Stripes," Blitz called out.

Basashi placed his foot onto a hip high building, arms stretched out at his side for balance. His foot was so massive, the toes and heel actually stretched over the side of the roof. He applied a little pressure and his foot suddenly crashed through the roof, into the top floor. He groaned and swallowed, one of his massive hands stretching down to his tight fitting briefs, and gently giving his massive erection a stroke. He applied a little more weight, and suddenly his sole was pressing through the entire building, all the way down to the ground floor. The rim of the building, somehow still intact, came to rest up against his low hanging scrotum, and sent a little shiver through his spine. He pulled his heavy leg back, and the building collapsed into a heap of dust. Basashi sighed, and looked down at his erection.

"Stripes!" Blitz called out again. Hands folded neatly over his crotch, the zebra turned to see the monkey and the rabbit, playfully stomping a straight path through the city. "Oh Stripes, finally giving into the devil on your shoulder."

Basashi sighed, and looked down. "I... I was just... the job is to destroy...the city, right? That's just what I'm doing."

Valin began to circle his way around Basashi. When he wanted to, the monkey was capable of incredible stealth. His thin size and light feet meant he could travel a micro city without alerting the micros inside. It didn't help that Basashi's head was spinning, his mind trying to focus on Blitz, Valin, the tinies at his feet and toes, the buildings around him, and the near physical pain between his legs. His erection actually hurt, not just from arousal, but how tight his underwear was fitting.

"I ever tell you how good you look?" Blitz asked. "I mean, damn... Rodney has a better shape, but you're just a slab of muscle."

Basashi nodded. "T-thanks..."

Blitz took a step forward, and now stood before the zebra. For the first time, Basashi noticed one of Blitz's hand was behind his back. His free hand stroked down Basashi's rippling abdomen, and then moved up to the left pectoral. Just behind the slab of bone was the heart of a racehorse, pounding and pounding like mad.

Valin's delicate finger hooked into the rim of Basashi's briefs, and tugged them back quickly. Before Basashi could turn around, Valin had dumped a handful of tinies between his massive buttocks, and then let the briefs slam shut. Basashi actually left his feet at the feeling. Before he could turn, Blitz had taken hold of his briefs from the front, and dumped a handful of micros to share the space with his horse cock.

A hundred little hands and feet were touching him all at once. They were beating and struggling against his smothering flesh, gasping for a breath of air in the tight space. The ones against his cock; it was amazing, but the ones against his ass... thousands of little hands pounding at his cheeks, at his crack, at his vent. His anus flexed without control, and suddenly a dozen of the squirmies were inside him, traveling up the endless tunnel of his loose bowels.

"Holy... fuck," he muttered, and would have fallen had Blitz's hands not found his chest. He pushed forward. There was no way he could hold Basashi up on his own, but he at least hoped Basashi would come to his senses before he fell over and hurt himself.

"Calm down, Stripes. How about you sit down?"

Every shift of his muscles caused a new ripple of bliss. All those little bodies beating against his erection, making it bigger and fatter, taking up more space in the briefs, which only made squirmies struggle more.

He was vaguely aware of Valin's fingers around his hand, and that Valin was trying to pull him down. He pulled his hand back, and then looked behind him, spotting a building that came up to about his knee. He lifted his tail and flexed his legs, starting to sit down. His briefs grew tighter, and the squirmies grew more desperate, until at last the ones at his front stopped. Their efforts were replaced with warm jelly that bathed his genitals and glans. But the ones at his seat were still beating against his cheeks, and even when he sat down on the building, there were those between his glutes that struggled and fought and felt so wonderful.

"You like the feel of them inside you?" Valin asked. "Yeah, I remember my first time. But you still got a lot to learn."

"N-no..." Basashi said.

Blitz walked around the zebra, and wrapped his arms around his middle. Of course, the idea that the bunny could stop the equine if he really wanted to get out was absurd, but Basashi's resistance was weak and childish at best.

"Stripes, trust us. You'll like this, alright?" Valin said. He lifted his right foot, and flexed his toes, before closing them around a bus that was at his feet. He lifted his foot and took the bus into his hands, smiling wide as he looked through the windows at all the micros inside.

Blitz circled Basashi, always hugging him around the middle, until he once more came to his front. He hooked his fingers into Basashi's briefs and slowly pulled them down. Basashi lifted slightly off the building so the briefs could be slipped off. Blitz worked them to the zebra's knees easy enough, but when the zebra tried to sit back down on his "stool," the building creaked beneath his ample posterior. There was a kick up of dust, and in an instant, the building was flattened beneath the enormous ass. Basashi groaned loudly: people and debris shoved between his cheeks and into his stretched, quivering anus.

Undeterred, Blitz continued to tug the underwear down until it was off his feet. He stretched the underwear and then released, shooting it off like a slingshot. And then he settled down at Basashi's side, one hand reaching across the muscular equine and softly massaging over his chest.

Basashi's erection was so massive, even when painfully erect, it wilted and tilted down. Valin made a show of hooking a finger into the bus, and then peeled the roof back like he was opening a can. He smiled down at all the micros housed inside, and then reached in, selecting the first of many.

Blitz reached down, and took hold of the erection, lifting it straight. Valin slowly lowered the micro to the gaping slit that crowned the ebony shaft. There was no resistance for her body. The very moment the monkey's fingers were no longer around a flailing arm, she sank effortlessly down the black, moist tunnel. There was no evidence she had ever even existed, save that Basashi was hissing and kicking madly. Before he could recover his senses, another micro had slipped down the tunnel, and then a third.

"Have I mentioned your cock is amazing?" Blitz asked, always rubbing it gently. "Hey Valin, give me a few. I got an idea."

Valin smiled, and scooped out four or five tinies to use next, depositing them in Blitz's hand.

"Keep feeding the python," Blitz ordered, before scooting to his side. He reached down and attempted to take hold of the Basashi's testicles, but each were the size of his hand. He finally managed a good grip, and lifted them up as high as he could. The five micros he was holding stared at him. From their vantage point, they could not see the ebony scrotum, or what he was doing, but when they looked to him and saw the lustful flicker in his eyes, a sense of dread ran through their souls. Blitz lowered his hand down, and deposited the micros on the ground before the house sized balls. The stench of musk washed over them, smothering them, and they didn't even have the chance to run before a finger was at their back. Blitz shoveled them all forward, under the shadow of the scrotum, and then slowly lowered it down.

Tears streamed down Basashi's face, as micros were fed into his cock or placed beneath his scrotum. Blitz or Valin would take turns going into the city and fetching more to use, while the one who remained provided kisses and nuzzles to Basashi's magnificent penis, always keeping him on the edge of climax.

After roughly a hundred tinies had disappeared past the slit, Basashi's scrotum finally started to show signs of deformity. Valin leaned quite close to it, close enough his warm breath was felt tickling the fur on the thighs and the black pillar. Like a disturbance in an ocean, every so often an unsightly lump would appear in the scrotum, only to disappear beneath the rolls and waves of black skin. The pre that was trickling out of the erection had a pinkish color, a sign of the fate that had befallen at least a few tinies inside.

Although Valin would have liked to take the erection all by himself, his jaw simply was not large enough. He nudged Blitz with an elbow, before scooting over, and straddling one of Basashi's muscular thighs. Blitz assumed a similar position, and together, they began to softly lick and suckle the engorged shaft or the two enormous balls.

For Basashi, it was far more than he could handle. It was rare for him to receive any love at all. His intimidating size and timid nature didn't make him a hit with the ladies. And now, not just the two giants, but the hundreds inside him... He could feel them wiggling and squirming within. There were so many in his testicles, still alive and fighting, and at least a few still beating against his prostate, which was making him almost dizzy. Each time he shifted left or right, a piece of the building he had sat on shifted within his bowels, making him groan.

Valin and Blitz never fought over the cock (perhaps because there was enough to go around.) They nuzzled and they licked, but stuck to their respective side. Tears streamed down Basashi's face, the pleasure rippling through him too much for him to bear. He fell back, his head crashing into a building behind him, but it did not matter. Drool flecked down his thick black lips. After a spasm, his fist punched through a wall beside him, and when he pulled his hand back, there were a dozen little limbs flailing between his smothering digits. He opened his hand, as if confused, and saw all the little faces. He abruptly smothered his hand against his chest, and sighed blissfully at the little punches against his hard nipple.

After sharing a knowing nod, Blitz and Valin bit down on the swollen testicles, and caused Basashi to roar. They licked up the long shaft and planted kisses over the glans, licking away the dribbles of pre. But when Basashi finally hit his climax, they both knew to back away. An equine like any other, Basashi's climax was a sight to behold. Gallons upon gallons of white exploded out of the tip, shooting higher into the air than the city's tallest building, only to come crashing down. If the glob landed on a building's roof, the weight and force caused the façade to falter, and a musky cannonball plopped deep into the building's innards. Basashi rolled onto his knees, rubbing himself madly, and spurt after heavy spurt exploded out of him, flooding the street with a sea of white laced with red.

Rodney had spent the day stomping and sexing about the city, but when he began to feel a bit overheated, he headed for the port and body of water. To his delight, Basashi had done a good job fencing the enclosure in. Some of the smaller boats had managed to escape through the fencing, but the larger ones were still there, ramming against the fence again and again, trying to break it down.

Rodney slipped into the water very slowly, careful not to disturb the still tide. Of course, displacing thousands upon thousands of gallons of water as his muscular legs sank beneath the surface left rippling waves cascading over the surface, but at least most of the boats remained intact. At its deepest, the water was about hip high, Rodney's massive erections actually floating along the surface. Rodney lowered to all fours, and half crawled, half slithered over the surface and towards the nearest boat, a stocky schooner. Perhaps in its past life it was a fishing vessel, but now it was chock full of tinies who must have hoped it could ferry them away.

The waves and gusts of wind that Rodney's body caused had mercilessly rocked the schooner. One of the masts had snapped at the middle, and one of the sails had broken free of its restraints and was fluttering in the air like a surrendering flag. The single sail that was still intact was trying to carry the boat to the fencing. Honestly, Rodney was surprised the little people didn't fashion paddles from spare wood and try to propel the ship a little faster, but then, he doubted they were in a rationale mind. What was it like for them, to look up and see the thing of their nightmares grinning up above?

Rodney lowered his body until the water was just lapping at the underside of his jaws. His lips pulled back, revealing row upon row of white teeth, and then slowly, the maw opened to reveal the pink tongue. Rodney opened his jaw wider, the water flooding inside and, despite the wind that had caught the sail of the schooner, it began to float back. Panicked screams erupted all at once from the tiny boat. As it was drawn into the massive maw, the winds were suddenly blocked by the large head and cavern, and now without resistance, it gradually slipped past the row of teeth and onto the warm, slimy tongue.

Rodney's jaws tensed as he crunched down upon the boat, the wood shattering into splinters. If the hundreds of people on the boat screamed, they were not heard, as the lips closed, and their pleas for mercy were drowned out by several noisy chews. The shark's gullet flexed as he rose to his knees, tipped his head back and swallowed, a bulge running down his long throat before disappearing deeper into his torso. He sighed, patting his belly, and then once more lowered into the water, slithering forward. When he came upon a boat, he opened his jaws as before, and allowed the displaced water to pull the boat back. He crunched into it noisily, swallowing the bulk of wood, metal and flesh down all at once, and then his dark eyes skimmed the water, searching for another morsel.

Perhaps they thought, individually, they would not prove enough of a meal, because several hundred tinies attempted to abandon their ships. Rodney watched with amusement as their little forms leapt from their schooners or vessels, or the occasional lifeboat plummeted off the luxury passenger liner. And, for a moment, Rodney allowed them to think they were safe. After all, it was such a small group, only a quarter of a mouthful, at best. He carefully selected the boats that were mostly empty, and devoured or crushed them against his belly. But for those little souls, stuck in the vastness of the ocean and treading water, he did not even give them a passing glance. And encouraged by the seeming safety of the ocean, too small to be noticed by the titan, others leapt off the sides of the boat and into the water.

He took his time with the boats, crushing them and eating them, and when there were none left, he started to slowly wade his way out of the water. In fact, his feet were placed on dry land when his head lifted, and he looked over his shoulder, seeing all the thousands of people deep in the ocean, struggling with tired limbs to stay afloat. "You didn't think I forgot about you?"

He turned, and once more waded forward slowly. "Honestly, I am doing you all a favor. What were you thinking? Leap off the boat and then tread water until your rescue came? There is no rescue coming, tiny ones. There is no one coming to save you."

As he slipped into deeper water, he slowly lowered himself down, until the water was lapping at the underside of his jaw. He tilted his snout down, so he could see all the tinies before his nose, and then slowly opened his mouth. Water rushed into his open maw in an instant, and with it, came several hundred tiny morsels, screaming and crying. A few were cut on the razor sharp teeth, and a rather pleasant taste of blood tingled on his tongue, mixing with the fresh, clean chill of water. He tilted his head up, and gulped, his throat not even distorting at the girth that slipped into his belly. He sighed happily, rubbing his muscular abdomen, but looked down, seeing several tinies were still alive.

"Mmm, you really aren't worth eating," he muttered, and once more, he turned around, as if to leave. But his tail lifted slowly from the water, and he assumed the odd position of bending forward. Rodney braced his legs, and reached behind him, gently gripping his muscular glutes, his pointed fingertips digging into the squishy, rubbery skin that covered the pockets of fat. He took a deep breath, and then relaxed, easing his puckered anus loose and working his fingers into the moist, wrinkled flesh. He lowered himself a little lower, until the surface of water was lapping hungrily at the center of his vent, and then began to pull his anus wide.

A very uncharacteristic giggle escaped the shark, as cool water washed into his bowels. And, although it was difficult to notice, there was the little feel of feet or hands brushing against the interior walls of his anus. His vent opened wider and wider as he gently flexed, more and more of the water rushing into the empty, airless bowels, carrying the helpless swimmers with it. But when the flood hit his slimy prostate, he grunted suddenly, losing the grip on his slippery buttocks. His cheeks slammed shut, as did his anus, sealing water and a hundred people in his sweltering bowels.

Standing up was not easy for the shark. Little fists were beating against his prostate, as if the wall might yield and reveal their escape. He gritted his teeth, keeping his sphincter tight so not a drop of water or one of the tinies could escape the seal. Walking was even more difficult, as the water inside sloshed pleasantly against his anal walls, and his erection grew painfully erect. He rubbed himself idly, and it was not long before he was squirting whiteness over the streets he was walking.

He walked back to where he had left his boots and pants. The moisture on his skin dried quickly, replaced by chills and shivers, and so he sat down to pull the sweatpants on. Water washed out of his sphincter until he clenched himself tight. He looked beneath him, to see about a dozen tinies had managed to escape along with the few gallons of water. He snatched a van from the ground and, although disappointed to see there were no tinies inside, brought the van around behind him. He gently pushed it up between his heavy glutes, into his puckered anus. A makeshift butt plug at best, but hopefully it would keep the tinies inside him until they no longer provided him pleasure. Satisfied, he rolled back down, and crushed those that had escaped beneath his seat, and then pulled his pants back on. How happy he was when he pulled his warm, soft sweatpants back on. He sat down in the middle of the street and was going to put his socks back on, then his boots, when he found himself looking at his feet. They were quite large and thick, dotted with five toes, and the same grey color as his back and legs. But they were so soft and squishy, in contrast to the rest of his body, and much more sensitive to touches and affection.

The next several minutes were spent hunting. He gathered as many tinies as he could, snatching them out of cars, out of houses, or off the street. Each tiny was dropped into one of his socks, and when the socks were bulging and rippling with their living cargo, he finally seemed satisfied, and sat back down in the middle of the street. Pulling his leg to his chest, he carefully brought the sock around, and placed his toes in the rim.

No doubt, the tinies hadn't a clue what he had in store. He doubted they even realized they were housed in a sock until they saw the five massive, grey digits wiggling and worming in through the mouth of their bag. Little screams, muffled by the thick white of the sock, rose out as the toes grew closer and closer. Very pleasant tingles beat against his weary soles, making Rodney hard in a way he had not known before. He slipped his foot into the sock very carefully, although much to his chagrin, there were a couple red dots on the sole of his sock, a testament he simply hadn't been careful enough. But there were enough left alive and wiggling and squirming and biting the rolls of thick, rubbery skin. He pulled on his other sock just as slow, just as careful, and then, with both his feet being worship, he took the time to enjoy a state of bliss like he had never known.

He pulled on his boots very slowly, and to his delight, the tightness of the boot's sole compressed the squirmies harder into his squishy foot. He doubted they would last long, but that was alright. Tinies never lasted long anyway. And for now, he just enjoyed it: tying his boots tight and then standing, and feeling all the bodies pop at once. Rubbing his aching erection over the cover his sweatpants, he looked for the other three macros.

He found the other three of his squad surrounded by death and destruction. Basashi had really let one loose, and Rodney was slightly disgusted to be stepping in the heavy puddles of equine seed, even with his waterproof boots on. The zebra, utterly exhausted, lay on the ground, perhaps in a light sleep. Valin was lying on the ground as well, on his back, with Blitz lying on top of him. The bunny's buttocks and musky testicles were smothering Valin's face, and the monkey was happily giving his friend the rim job of his life, judging by the look of sheer bliss spread across Blitz's face.

"What are we doing tomorrow?" Blitz asked, biting back a whine and groan.

"Do the same to Old Zemeckis," Rodney smiled.