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MacroCon

by SyLoX

"Welcome to the greatest event in Middle America...FandomCon. Single handily saving Cleveland's shitty economy longer than Lebrian has."

A few of the parents gasped at the crude announcement and shook their heads as furs dressed in weird costumes walked by their cars. The rowdy kids in the backseat oohed at the craftsmanship of some and joked about the ugly ones while they waited to be dropped off at the convention center. Some parents were already skeptical of the convention in the first place as it seemed like the kind of thing that shouldn't be attended by their precious 15 year old and his/her friends, but if it meant getting their annoying brat out of the house for 5 hours, then they supported it, despite being out of the loop about what "fandom" really meant.

Sure it wasn't as popular as FronyCon, ComicFest or the convention where furs dress up in skinsuits and pretend to be "humans", but FandomCon had found its niche and was turning out to be a solid event as the years went by. Trekkers, Fronies, Redcoats and the lot flooded the building while cosplayers eagerly performed their favorite scenes to the oohs and awes of the spectators that swarmed them. All and all, everybody enjoyed themselves so far, everybody except the two individuals in the food court.

"Seriously, I can't eat this, its Mountain Rain, you know that causes me to go crazy." Ezra just shook his head and pushed the box full of dough balls in front of his teammate. "Come on man, its fried soda; I'm sure they cook most of the soda out. Just take one and you'll be fine, trust me." So he did and he chewed the ball of dough for a good minute before downing it and grimacing. "Your lose man, these are good." Ezra took the remaining 3 balls of dough and popped them all into his mouth.

"Ohh man, I don't feel so good. I think I'm gonna...I'm gonna-" Sylen literally jumped up from the table so fast he almost fell on his back and made a beeline for the bathroom, while his friend followed behind. Sylen was able to seek out a stall and let loose a torrent of vomit, expelling forth the foul tasting junk food he'd just had and the large breakfast he had only 2 hours earlier. Holding his stomach, he turned to the dragon who was concerned about his health.

"Why did we eat this?"

"Because we were hungry."

"I know, but who eats this stuff?"

"...apparently we do."

"Seriously, fried soda tastes exactly like sh-"

A torrent of vomit came out of his mouth, nailing the unsuspecting dragon right in his chest. "Jesus Christ, man, do that in the toilet!" Ezra said as he looked away from his teammate who finished spewing his guts all on his shirt. "Okay, I feel better now," said the feeble gamer who managed to crack a smile at his annoyed friend. After spending 45 minutes getting cleaned up and checked out, the two finally left the infirmary just as they heard the message.

"Attention FandomCon participants, the AOE Online Tourney begins in 5 minutes."

Attack on Europa, one of the most critically acclaimed amine series on television had become such a phenomenon that its own game was developed using the Imperion VR System, the only virtual reality system that was available. The system requires a special "holodeck" be setup in order for it to become operational. A holodeck is usually placed in a large walk in closet with the reflectors set in a square so they can connect to the special helmet. Users are able to put the helmet on and are able to enter into an extremely life-like virtual reality environment. The goal of AOE is simple; either you are one of the attacking giants and you try to destroy and kill as much as possible or you are the citizens and try to defend your turf from the giants. The game is so popular there began to be tournaments to see who the best team is and it even led to the creation of KaijuOnline which allows users to pretend to be giant monsters and rampage throughout cities across the world, utilizing a 3D platform originally created by Ooogle for their little map program on a computer.

The two made it to the room with about a minute left before the start of the game and were joined by their 2 other teammates, Matt and Jenna who sat in the VR chamber along with the members of the other team. "Nice Rainbow Slash shirt Ezra, I didn't know you were a frony," joked Jenna, who began giggling at the site of her partner in a little red and white t-shirt. "I'm not, and I'd rip this shirt off if I could," he said glaring at Sylen who simply smiled. "Well either way, I'm glad you guys showed up," Matt started. "I sure as hell wasn't going to forfeit to those creeps on Team Redscar!"

"Welcome one and all to the Attack on Europa Tournament. Today, we have Team O'flare vs. Team Redscar, with the winner playing Team Razor in the semifinal!!! The rules are pretty simple for this round: Traditional mode, two-10 minute rounds and the team closest to 50,000 at the end wins. Any questions???"

Everyone shook their heads, signaling the staff to come in and place the new VR helmets on their head. These helmets were the latest prototype, and are able to send the user's mind inside of the system, rather than use a holodeck style setup. Once the last fur was locked in, the staff left the room to set up the simulation.

"3...2...1...GO!!!!!"

"Hey, were are the other two?"

"Dude, th-that's Cleveland," he stammered, pointing at his former home in its metropolis like glory. The winding roads, expanding suburbs that radiated out of it, the tiny towns that doted the landscape, it was all there. "That means all of this is real!"

"Huh," responded Sylen in a more subdued tone. The size shifter was more or less used to being tall. "So where's Matt and Jenna?" The question went ignored who was now finished upchucking his lunch into the Lake.

"Ezra, did you hear me? Hello? Ez-"

"Who the fuck cares about those bugs?"

While the wolf was successful at blocking out his destructive urges on a daily basis, Ezra was not so it wasn't surprising to see the feeling of being a mile-high dragon was starting to take a toll on him. Sylen peered over at his teammate and soon realized he needed to act before his teammate would do anything that would be wrong. It seemed as if the validation of their current predicament set off something within the dragon who now glared menacingly at the minimized surroundings as he started to size the industrial city up.

"Damn, can Cleveland get any smaller?" Ezra said disgustedly as looked down at the war torn city which lay ablaze from the two's growth just a few minutes earlier. Even the Cuyahoga River, which hadn't been on fire in over 50 years, was burning with such a ferocity, it was seen from a mile high. "You might as well put Cleveland out of its misery," joked Sylen, hoping to calm down his crazed friend, but to no avail. Ezra now crouched down and balled his right hand into a fist that had its sites on Cleveland. "A-alright dude, let's not do anything brash, just hold my hand and I'll shrink us back down to normal."

The dragon looked at the hand that extended down towards him and began to calculate the costs. On one hand, he'd be killing furs and likely sent off to jail for destroying a major city. He wasn't Sylen, who'd get off scot free because of his "condition", he was just a normal dragon who decided to kill innocent furs on his own accord. On the other hand, why stop here? He was big now and it wasn't like anything could stop him, why not put the city out of its misery once and for all? Down below, the citizens looked up to see a wolf accompanied by a dragon. The dragon had two white horns, the left being cracked and chipped a bit. His skin was black and cobalt blue, with white stripes on his arms and legs. The silver colored talons on his back and tail were sharp and pierced the sky as if they were skyscrapers in their own right and along with the large wings and dark red eyes, they made him appear even menacing to the inhabitants that now filled the street to look up at the two giants that stood above the miniscule city.

With his mind made up he pushed the hand away and slammed his into his former home, pounding the city into submission. The wolf eyes widened as the unholy act was committed in front of him; no warning at all, it just happened and like that, almost a million people were gone from the Earth. His mouth trembled as he struggled to think of a response, fighting tough and nail not to show any kind of weakness. "Why did you do that," was all he could muster, a half-hearted attempt at best as he struggled not to collapse from the fear that now started to expand within his body. Ezra dipped the dirt covered hand into the lake, washing away any evidence that could connect him to the crime and the imprint that remained was and quickly replaced with water from the aforementioned lake which began to flood the depressed land.

"You said to put it out of misery, so I did," responded Ezra, who seemed to take a nonchalant attitude about the whole thing. "I was joking you asshole, do you know what you've just done?" Scoffing at his teammate he turned his back to his teammate who was still trying to take in what had just occurred. "No and I really don't care." Sylen started to creep up behind, but Ezra shot him a dirty look, making him retreat somewhat. "Ezra you can't do this. I won't allow you to harm anyone else, so-". The impassioned speech was cut short as the wolf was sent falling back into Lake Eire. The dragon had a smirk on his face and soon chuckled at titan. "Heh, you think you can stop me? Dream on Sy, you'll be worshiping me if you're not careful."

Ezra was the stereotypical cocky jock in school and that carried over to college when he became captain of the lacrosse team and besides often being a self-centered jerk, he was also a Drakken (his last name). They used to rule parts of Europe during the middle ages before eventually losing power and mostly fading away, but a few from his clan survived today. So, it was natural that some sort of "predatory" drive awoken when he grew and the desire to rule over all was now his driving force. "You guys haven't seen anything yet, I'm just getting started," he said cracking his knuckles. The dragon's stern warning to those around seemed more than some idol threat at this point and everyone knew he meant business. "Ohh and Sy, if and when you decide you want to have a bit of fun, you know where to find me."

Ezra made his way out of what remained of the Cleveland area and headed south, laughing as he left the water logged wolf to stew in his own misery. Should he go after Ezra or just leave him to cool down on his own?" He thought, more concerned about his safety than those who were on the ground. Sylen decided it was best to go after the quick tempered gamer, to ensure he didn't do any more damage. Moving out of Ohio, the dragon's massive clawed feet now set their sights on the Indianapolis. "Ezra!" The dragon stopped and turned to see the Sylen who'd look like he'd just run a marathon. Panting with his hands on his knees, he stopped to catch his breath before speaking again. "Look, if you want to have some fun, go right ahead, but don't get crazy, okay?"

"How long have you been naked?"

"I dunno, since we grew?"

"Your clothes just ripped away when you grew?"

"My clothes always come off when I grow, it's just how it happens. Why are you so curious about my clothes, anyway?" Chuckling, he turned and put his hand on the wolf's shoulder. "No reason, I was just curious, that's all." "Curious? What is so interesting about-" Ezra put his hand over the mouth and simply shushed him. Ezra had a cocky attitude that Sylen liked and the two became friends because of the game, although it seemed as if something more brewed under the surface, but neither picked up on the cues one another left, so it never got beyond that.

Ezra started off with his hoodie and then the Rainbow Slash shirt. He muttered to himself as he balled the cotton shirt up and threw it behind him. Next, he began to tinker with his old tennis shoes, unlacing them and freeing his feet from the sweaty dungeon. In sort of a spur of the moment idea, he brought the left shoe to his nose and inhaled the musky scent. "Ughh...these smell rank." He tossed the shoes behind him, which just so happened to land in Lake Michigan. His attention was now focused on undoing his belt and then, the jeans. With those off, he now stood there in his underwear and socks, for all of the Southeastern Indiana area to see.

The red and white briefs did their best to conceal the monster inside the fabric cavern, but they were beginning to tear as it stirred awake from its deep slumber. A not so quiet moan parted Ezra's lips as he felt the appendage surge higher and higher to the beat of his heart, leaving a large wet spot that expanded in size by the second, owing to the sheer amount of pleasure he was feeling. Playful, he slid his underwear down to reveal the pulsating dark blue prick it contained. The cock head glistened with the pre that flowed from the tip unhinged, landing on the unlucky inhabitants below and drowning them in a sticky, glue like liquid. "D-damn, you're fucking hung!" exclaimed Sylen, shocked at the size of his veiny beast. He could feel his own member become erect as the manly scent that filled his nostrils, left him aroused beyond belief.

Wiggling the fabric covered toes he looked down at the city, which buildings barely rose above his toes. "Mmm...smell that? That's the musk of a GOD!" roared Ezra, sinking his foot into Indianapolis. "That's it bugs, smell it...inhale your God's stink!" The dirty socks became dirtier as the white fabric became brown from the mud and dirt that was kicked up. It felt good to allow his feet to breathe, but the socks were becoming a hindrance, so he hastily pulled them off, leaving his bare feet open for all of the world to see.

"Uhh ohh, I don't feel so good," said Ezra, who was now on his knees with a hand over his belly as he felt the urge to vomit. To his own surprise thought, the stomach churning sensation subsided and was replaced with an extreme blast of pleasure that was over him. As he now got to his feet, he could feel the expansion begin to take hold of his body as he and his teammate stretched into the sky, reaching 2 miles, then 3 and 4. The seemingly endless expansion in height led to their large feet taking out cities and towns in the process. All through Southern Indiana and Southeastern Illinois, towns were succumbing to the ever expanding 2 sets of feet that stood in the Rust Belt. Ezra laughed evilly as he felt the intense power flow throughout his body, making him stronger and taller than he had ever hoped!

The east coast could now see two horny behemoths rise into the sky, surpassing the 5 mile mark in 2 minutes. They now stood larger than life, sporting throbbing erections that seemed ready to blow at any moment. Their vision now focused on the vast expanse of land that lay in front of them while their feet, roughly the size of Rhode Island, were ready to smash anything that got in the way. To some, it was truly starting to look like the end of the United States was going to happen. The military now began to scramble together to find a way to save the United Sates and defeat the large monsters that stood in front of them. The President had mobilized the military and given them authority to take military action against them, putting all options on the table.

In a conference room in Washington D.C., The Joint Chiefs of Staff began the long debate over what they should consider. Diplomacy might work, but what incentive do 5 mile-tall monsters have to agree to something benefiting the bugs that looked up to them? The general from the Army suggested an all-out war to destroy the mega sized fiends, but there was no guarantee if the weapons would work against then; what would they do then? The arguments became heated and soon the threat of a physical conflict was close to coming to fruition, until the general from the Air Force mentioned Atomic Weapons.

The room fell silent as he spoke of what needed to be done to rid the earth of these barbaric furs. As he spoke the other generals began to think if they'd be willing to use such a demonic tool on their own soil? "What of those on the ground? Are they merely going to die for the greater good, the Admiral asked, looking rather somber with his head down. "For the greater good...yes," echoed the counterpart, realizing the gravity of the situation. Nobody, not even the war thirsty were willing to bite the bullet and support a nuclear strike, but they all knew as time went on, their attitudes would likely change.

"I don't know about you, but I can't wait to smash everything to dust," roared the titanic dragon who began flexing his muscles. "Y-yeah me too," responded the sheepish wolf, who was fighting a losing battle against his urges which became stronger than he had imagined. The titans now strode along Interstate 80 for the most part, following the highway which moved to the west, all but ignoring the fly-like jet fighters following them. The beetle-sized tanks did nothing more than draw attention to themselves as the giants simply step down on them. Missouri succumbed to the massive set of feet by the dragon and soon the wolf that followed behind, with both St. Louis and Kansas City being winding up in the path of the pair of gamers. Ezra smiled, knowing full well that he and his friend were the envy of the players of KaijuOnline, for they were the ones living out the fantasy.

Americans were glued to their TVs in an almost zombie like trance as they got a look at the destruction that had occurred so far. The Midwest was soon becoming enveloped in a deadly fog due to a noxious smell of foot odor from the two shoes that lay in Lake Michigan. The hot foot odor had mixed with the cool air from the lake to create a toxic fog that spread to encompass the entire region from Minneapolis to Des Moines, all the way to Detroit and as far south as Louisville. The odor soon combined with a front to create an acid rain that burned skin and concrete on contact; this too was now plaguing the middle part of the country. Meanwhile, the two titans were stomping their way across the plans, leaving a chaotic mess in their wake and now had their eyes set on Denver. Around 3 in the afternoon local time, the city began to feel the ground shake from the massive set of feet that were coming their way. The impending doom forced many to pack up their belongings and make their way out the city any way possible. The freeways became clogged with cars leading to backups almost 10 miles long forcing people to abandon their possessions and take what they could on foot. Over at the airport, planes were starting to leave at a quick rate once arrivals were forbidden from landing. In order to get people out quickly, air traffic controllers would sometimes sending two planes down the runway at the same time, disregarding the risks of doing so. At around 3:30, Colorado could now see the two monsters making their way towards them in rapid succession. Their members swung from side to side as the grins on their face grew wider from the massive carnage they were causing. It was now that those in Denver realized they were the target of the two titans.

Ezra and Sylen reached the outskirts of Denver and stood over the city, which was seemingly protected by mountains, yet was no match for the walking, talking death squad that surrounded it on each side. The two couldn't hear it, but they knew the furs on the ground were going crazy, just from their presence alone and they both seemed to love that they were being feared by the tinies beneath them. "Why don't you take this one Sy, I can see you're itching to destroy it," offered Ezra, who personally wanted to see the wolf wipe the city out of existence. A game was playing at BrewCo. Park, the Yetis verses the Cosmos and they all stopped to look at the massive wolf that stood above. The wolf's erect cock pulsed, reminding him of the raging desires that were inundating his head. He looked down at the ant hill and smiled mischievously, giving them a view of his sharp teeth and his gigantic paw that soon rose over the unlucky city and blocked out the sun.

"Nice city, you got here, too bad it's in my way," said the wolf before striking down the Mile-High City with a force the size of a small nuclear weapon. The shockwave traveled miles in each direction, blowing out windows and ripping structures from their foundations. The mountains themselves, some of the toughest material to drill, made no effort to oppose the paw that flattened them to mere mole hills. Even at his size he could feel the thousands of tiny explosions that tickled him and he enjoyed it. Grinning, he began to grind the area into an earth pulp, ensuring nothing of importance would remain. What was once a bustling metropolis was now nothing more than a muddy paw print, or rather paw prints as the crazed gamer was now finishing off the mountains in the area.

Ezra went to the north to and began to stomp down hard, killing thousands with each earthshaking step. His erection throbbed as he too felt the small explosions tickle his soles and began to tug at the member as he walked north. Fort Collins and even Cheyenne in Wyoming were soon caught underneath the sweaty foot of the dragon and both were gone as he stepped forth and delivered a sentence of death upon the area. "Who knew wiping out a city could be so hot?" he asked aloud, to no one in particular. "It's a great stress reliever, trust me," Sylen replied as he stood behind the dragon and admired his work. "Ohh really?" Ezra's started, curious about the adventures his friend had been on. "So you've done this before?"

"Sometimes, I mean, when I'm really mad or I just can't control my urges, I'll go destroy a city or two. It's a size-shifter thing, I guess." Ezra looked at the wolf with such lust as the words left his mouth. The thought of watching him rampage through a city was definitely a turn on and made his own cock painfully hard at this point. The horny dragon began to massage his member right in front of the wolf who also began to indulge in his desires, and stared at his friend while he played with his member. "That's so fucking hot," Sylen said to himself, now caught up in the moment of his own lust, griping the member tightly as pre dripped onto his footpaw.

His eyes first met the dragon's before looking down to his cock and the pre-slickened hand that was still playing with it. He licked his lips in such a suggestive manner, it nearly caused the horny the cocky giant to explode. The eyes soon moved back to Ezra's and were followed by an innocent smile. The guy that he so coveted was finally his for his taking and he wasn't about to let him out of his grasp; not again. Standing face to face, they began to make out, probing each other's mouths with their curious tongues as their eyes fell upon each other again. Gold met red and red met gold as soft moans were exchanged between the two.

Their hot, sweaty bodies began to grind on each other, swapping fluids and each other's masculine scent, a scent of dominance and lust that radiated across the now barren landscape, unimpeded by the mountains. Hundreds of miles away, the scent caused the men to become hard and the women to wet themselves. They both wished to do it right here and now, to put on a show for all to see and rave about. The thought was now charging towards the front like an out of control train and there was no stopping the sensual urge from reaching its destination. They both wanted to be pounded into submission by each other in a display of passion not seen by anyone at any time throughout history. They wished to feel the hard member enter inside of them and violate their inner sanctum, while their balls slapped against each other. They wanted to feel volley after volley fill their interior to the brim and they wanted to be held tightly as possible as they slept together under the night sky. These thoughts, no these desires, were what they both wanted and without warning, they both expelled forth their seed at the same time, each one screaming in delight as their balls were drained of their arousal. 100 square miles were coated with both dragon and wolf cum, killing those that'd somehow managed to survive the stomping onslaught only minutes earlier.

Their curious tongues now began to lap up at teach others bodies, eagerly liking up the remains of their sensual act, leaving no part of the body unclean and when they were finished, they looked at each other with fire in their eyes, neither saying a word as they did, reading each other's thoughts while taking in the amazing bodies they both had and now owned. Sylen then got an idea, a very destructive one at that. "What if we divide and conquer, that way we can get more done. I'll go to the west and you can go south and we'll meet up in Europe."

"Nice plan Sy. Tell me though, what's out west?"

"Hipsters."

"Hipsters?"

"That's right, Hipsters. I want to have a bit of fun in Portland and Seattle; I mean, somebody has to control the Hipster population, right? Who knows, I may even hit up Vancouver if I'm in the mood, either way, nothing is going to be standing after I'm through."

"Damn, I'm loving that destructive streak in you Sy. It's fucking hot!"

The two titans said their goodbyes before setting off on their own separate ways, planning to meet up in Europe. The size shifter moved north while Ezra proceeded southwest towards California. His movements soon led him towards Utah and Salt Lake City. Like Denver, it too would suffer the same fate, but not before the military tried to stop his movements. The Air Force sent two squadrons to attack the monster while the Army launched a tactical attack, but they soon found it literally impossible to stop a 5 mile tall dragon. Ezra simply ignored the annoying jets, which were still able to reach his head, but crushed the ground forces who stood in his way. Still, he pressed on towards Nevada and soon leveled Reno which again saw the military make an attempt to attack him. This time however, Ezra swatted down the annoying flies that tried to prevent him from pushing father west. "San Francisco is next," he thought to himself, again horny beyond belief and close to bursting. As he reached Sacramento, he could now see the Pacific Ocean begin to come into sight and all but ignored the capital city as he focused his sight on the Bay Area. The military put up no resistance against the gigantic beast, realizing it would be a losing battle trying to kill him so they backed off a bit, and focused their efforts of evacuating the Bay Area.

In less than half an hour, he reached the Bay Area which shook from his massive footfalls as he approached it. By now it was 5 in the afternoon, meaning he'd covered over 2,400 miles from Cleveland to San Francisco in about 10 hours, substantially shorter than 36 hours it takes by car. Ezra flexed his muscles a bit and admired his physique in the Pacific Ocean, which was unusually calm. He wasn't a bodybuilder by any means, far from it to be perfectly honest, but he did have nice body and enjoyed showing it off. A finger sampled a glob of his pre that was dripping from his erection and brought it to his voracious mouth which sucked on the digit and savored the odd yet sweet tasting fluid. "Sadly you all won't get to taste some of this," he said in a salacious tone as he tugged on the member a bit, causing it to leak even more pre as it dropped on both Oakland and San Francisco, however it was the foot that climbed into the air that was now the concern. "Perhaps you'll enjoy my foot sweat instead."

The left foot came crashing down onto the Bay Area, generating a magnitude 10.5 earthquake that shook all the way down the coast to San Diego and as far west as Phoenix while the rest of the state shook for a good 2 minutes due to the dragon's act of terror. Meanwhile, a tsunami began its trek across the Pacific that would reach the Hawaiian Islands in 4 hours and Japan in about 10. The Hawaiian Islands would be devastated by the tsunami which left cities in ruins, dragged furs out to sea and created widespread fires that engulfed Honolulu. The destruction it caused would rival that of the tsunami that struck the South Pacific in 2004, but it would be serve as the precursor to Hawaii's ultimate demise, which would be at the hands of a size shifter who left it as nothing but a mere stain under his colossal set of paws that stomped towards Japan.

"Sorry about the smell guys...then again, actually, I'm not," laughed Ezra who now wiggled his digits, further subjecting the furs that somehow survived with his toxic foot odor. Perhaps it was best they suffered this way, at least it was a quick and painful death to be being snuffed out by the massive dragon soles as opposed to being drowned by dragon seed, but it really didn't matter one way or another to Ezra who's eyes now followed the small plane that circled overhead of him. The B-52 bomber was flying overhead and carried an atomic weapon, the same type and size used to level Hiroshima was now ready to be detonated in a last ditch attempt to kill the monster once and for all.

The hatch opened and the bomb dropped out of the plane, making its way towards the dragon's head where it would be detonated. If all went according to plan, the blast would knock the dragon unconscious and the resulting radiation would scramble his brain, leaving him dead. The tradeoff was that he would likely fall down and no matter where he fell, lives would be killed be it from impact or a massive earthquake it would deliver. The bomb made its way and was now through the hair and then it exploded in a flash of blinding light. The plane flying above couldn't see what'd happened through the large mushroom cloud. Yet, all that could be heard was a deep, almost demonic like laughter from the dragon whose eyes literally burned with hatred as he reached forth and grabbed the miniscule airplane, crushing it to nothing more than scrap metal.

"Heh, you fools shouldn't have nuked me," he said, laughing as he felt a familiar feeling begin to envelope his body. "Now, you will pay the price for your treasonous ways!" The entire west coast, from Seattle down to San Diego could see their new king slowly ascend higher and higher into the sky, pushing past the six mile mark. "Bigger, I want to be bigger! Yes, this power is amazing...I want more, more...MORE!!!" Shouting his wish into the air, he surged upwards faster surpassing 7 miles, then 8 and then 9. Ezra shivered as the rush of power flowed up his spine, producing a feeling of invincibility to permeate through his body. As his growth capped at 10 miles, the euphoric feeling ended and the world could now see their new king in all of his godly glory. "Even Everest bows down to me...perfect," he said to himself as he gazed in disgust at the nearly invisible cities below. The whole world now seemed like a pathetic excuse and it began to anger the dragon who longed to show it just how powerful he truly was.

"I was big before, but now...now, I'm a fucking God!" He emphasized the point by slamming his foot down, melding together Las Vegas, Phoenix and the Grand Canyon into a footprint. The cruel dragon was drunk on power and laughed evilly as he lifted up his foot to take in the fruits of his labor. "I think it's time I show the world who's in charge," the power-crazed dragon suggested to no one in particular. "But where to start, hmmm..." He pondered his goal, in spite of the jets which continued to fly around the area, although they now barely rose above his knees. It seemed as if the military had all but conceded to the titan and was now taking in the massive amount of destruction that had just occurred by a foot that was roughly the size of South Carolina. There was no telling how long the effects would last or if scientists were coming up with an antidote, for that matter, so if he was going to do something, he'd better do it now.

Perhaps he could go back to the East Coast and have a bit of fun. He could play around in New York City before going to Washington, D.C. and making the Capitol his personal throne. Surely that would be enough to cause the world to pay attention to him, if they hadn't already. Of course he never knew if he could shrink, but then again why would he, he wanted to be this size forever. Licking his lips he hatched a devious plot in his mind, a plot to finish off the United States and with a predatory gleam in his eye, adrenaline coursing through his veins and an insatiable desire for chaos, the trek east began.

The massive foot lifted up into the air, piercing the various atmospheric layers, before beginning its descent down to the ground. The pungent odor from his feet spread for hundreds of miles out in front of him, suffocating those in areas that preceded his movements. The sound of the foot resonated throughout the area, as it made contact with the ground, while the claws began to dig into the earth, ripping rock up and cutting into the mountains and valleys as if they were merely butter.

With the right foot's destructive power kept in check for the short time, it was now the left's turn to follow suit and repeat the destructive pattern. Fissures began to snake their way through the desert from the footprints, sometimes running for miles at a time. The fissures were 30 feet deep and began to fill with magma that bubbled up to the surface, practically illuminating his footprints to the astronauts aboard the International Space Station. The 10-mile tall dragon grinned as he killed millions with each step, further arousing the titan who could still feel buildings and furs explode under the incredible weight of his foot. Truthfully, he wanted to grow bigger as the thought of feeling an entire country disintegrate beneath his footfalls, tantalized his already corrupt mind.

Those who lived in Texas could hear the thundering footsteps of the dragon while he was still in Arizona and heard their volume increase as moved onto New Mexico and louder still now as he lifted his foot to strike down Albuquerque. Now it was El Paso's turn and in 3 steps, Texans fell to the calculated footfalls of the destructive dragon. His cock was rock hard and pre flowed like an out of control raging river, creating lakes as he went along. He wanted to relieve himself badly, but was holding out until meeting up with Sylen.

The Gulf Coast was now in the crosshairs of his movements and soon fell victim to them, with Florida initially escaping the dragon's wrath until he sat down on Georgia, crushing Atlanta and Chattanooga under his butt. He licked his right thumb and dug it under the water, starting at Tampa and ran it across the state, creating a trench that ran the entire width and severed Orlando. In 20 seconds, he made it to Daytona Beach and the trench soon filled with water, cutting the southern portion of the state off from civilization. He dug under the ground and held the detached portion of Florida in his hands and quickly placed it in his mouth and chewed down, savoring the earthy flavor of the land mass, before swallowing. "Needs more salt," he joked, laughing at his own joke before getting up and continuing his rampage which saw the Carolinas crushed under his left foot.

As he stood on what remained of North Carolina, he breathed in deep and tilted his head back before bringing it forward and releasing pure white energy from his mouth. Known as Plasma Energy, a type of fire, it's an ability that's usually harmless in size and power from a normal sized dragon, but seemed to be amplified now that Ezra stood taller than anything on Earth. The energy was directly targeted at New York City, and like a hydrogen bomb, it vaporized the area along with Connecticut and Northern New Jersey. Seconds later, another blast struck Boston and the surrounding area was vaporized.

It took him less than 20 minutes to complete the vicious cross county trek, arriving at the one area that remained unscathed from destruction. The world observed the movements of the dragon, who they now considered to be a threat to the existence of fur kind and they were right. Ezra was 10 miles tall and they were, well they were microbes; microbes who could be struck down at the will of their king. They were right to fear him and his nefarious intentions which included the world coming under his rule. They would bow to him, worship him and pay tribute to him. Forget being a doctor, he was destined to become a king; a god even, and the more he dwelled on it, the more it began to resonate in his mind. This was his planet and the world needed to be reminded of that.

Tilting his head back, he bellowed out a primal roar which was perceptible to all who were still alive in the country, no matter where they were or if they were in a building. Windows broke, glass shattered and eardrums bled for the unlucky furs who lived within a 200 mile radius of his him. With the internet down across the country, cell phone service nonexistent and radio spotty, a few news organizations managed to broadcast their feeds and now all were pointing their cameras towards their new king, anticipating a response from the cruel gamer who towered over head. Cameras saw the threatening toes, muddied up with their razor sharp claws seemingly prepped for a strike against the ground. This was the talk of the anchors on the air until they were interrupted with breaking news that would stun the world.

The stations cut to the feed provided by an Air Force pilot of the two massive, low hanging orbs that visibly churned with Ezra's thick, potent seed. Another pilot gave the world an ever more disturbing look at the dragon's 3-mile long throbbing erection. The precum gushing cock protruded into the air, bringing gasps and cries of panic to those that were glued to their televisions. Soon, new footage began to show, this time of Sylen, the size shifter who was busy having fun with Hipsters in the Pacific Northwest. This time though, it was live footage of an ANN reporter who was on the ground and was covering the rampage of the wolf first hand.

"Alright, we're going to ANN reporter Wes Mackenzie in Seattle."

"Maria...Portland is...uhh, I don't..."

"Wes, where are you?"

"I'm near MilleniumLink Field...downtown is..."

"Wes, you're breaking up. Do you know what's going on?"

"...It's black out..."

"Wes, can you-"

"It was just light outside...now...see black."

"Okay, what are you talking about?"

"...I saw...what...what is that.........NOOOOO!!!!"

The ANN reporter sat their stunned and solemn, not sure of how to respond to the last worlds of here colleague. More footage of the aftermath from the earlier exploits of the two began to be played on the air as the news station scrambled to see if any correspondents were still live on the ground. Seconds later, Maria interrupted the broadcast to give a solemn update on the Pacific Northwest's two largest cities.

"I have regrettably been informed that both Portland and Seattle are...gone. Canadian military officials say that the wolf has just entered into Canada and is headed for Vancouver."

New footage began to be played which showed chilling footage of Seattle's last moments to the entire world. The 15 second video showed the wolf's sinister attack on the city, using his footpaw. The toes were splayed as the paw dropped down, impacting the tallest building first as they exploded under the immense pressure. The Space Needle put up no resistance at as it caved the wolf's power, leaving the city devoid of its iconic structure. The airplanes that were still leaving the airport were impaled by the claws that descended lower onto the city as the black pad engulfed the seaside metropolis into total darkness. The video ended with a menacing laugh from the wolf as the paw makes contact with the ground, removing Seattle from existence. The same wolf that had once had total control of his desires, had now become their slave, yet he was enjoying himself. No longer did he have to hide his feelings or control the urges, he was now free to indulge in the vey pleasures he objected to for most of his life.

The entire Earth was left stunned and confused; can the apocalypse really be at the hands of these two, most wondered? A few minutes later, ANN interrupted footage to bring live footage of the events in Vancouver which now had the pleasure of being visited by the wolf. A cameraman on top of an apartment began to capture the wolf making his move and despite being only 100 feet tall, his mere existence in the Canadian city managed to send the population into a frenzy. The colossal wolf could only smirk as he stood in the street and saw the petrified citizens stare at his swollen dick.

With a step onto a bus, his domination of the pathetic city begins and the cameraman safely (for now) filmed the events, every earth shaking stomp in its amazing glory as the toes snuff out cars, busses and traffic lights while the claws impaled the anybody caught in the way. The white toes soon became soaked with blood as furs become crushed to death, unable to outrun the bloodthirsty set of paws that were launching an all-out assault on downtown. The giant murred in excitement as the wet pops shot an alluring feeling through his body while the dripping erection expelled even more of its clear fluid as it swung from side to side and impacted buildings. Sylen soon reached BC Arena and sat his rear down onto the roof, straining the structure.

Without a care in the world, he began to paw off, occasionally dipping his hands into the arena to catch the helpless furs who decided to shelter-in place at the arena. They were pressed against his erection and ground into red paste as lube for his lewd act. The bodies did enough to bring him to the brink, yet he needed a little more help to achieve the pleasure he so coveted. "I am your new master," Sylen started as he looked at the crowd that'd gathered in front of his bloody toes. "You will help me cum or else you and your entire city shall suffer my wrath." The furs just stood there unsure how to respond to that, prompting an angry look from their new overlord. "Stop standing and worship me!" barked the horny tyrant.

He got off of the arena and now sat in the street with his back against the arena. The legs stretched more than two blocks while the sharp claws ran against the front of the buildings and cracked the glass and chipped the brick fronts of the stores and apartments. The cameraman now turned his attention to the sprawling giant and focused the camera on the wolf's member, which was leaking pre-cum like a waterfall at this point. The veiny beast visibly throbbed as its owner gazed lustfully at the ants who wasted no time in beginning their worship of him. Young or old, it didn't really matter, because practically everyone in the area ran up to the sweaty paws and began to worship them, inhaling the foul odor of sweat and death that wafted through the air. Some choose to work on his toes and clean out the gunk and filth that had accumulated while others chose to clean the black paw pads which were littered with thousands of red dots from the unlucky furs that were squished.

He was proud of his work so far and even prouder of the fact two cities now lay in ruins thanks to him, with a third likely meeting the same fate. He curled his toes and felt the tiny bodies pop underneath of them while he greedily plucked a couple of furs from the street to be used as lube. Sylen pawed off a bit faster as he inched closer and closer to his breaking point, clearly in love with the rush of power he got from lording over the pathetic populace that lay indentured to his paws. Still, he had bigger and more devious plans for the city; plans, which added to his earth-sized arousal as he thought about them.

The wandering eyes soon met the cameraman who was filming every second of the action. Sylen could see the Lions own arousal in his pants and smirked as he began to reach of him with his left hand, while the right still stroked the massive organ. The lion's eyes widened and dropped the camera which landed on its side, giving the viewers of the world a chance to see what happens. The cameraman dropped to his knees and pleaded as the hand reaches down to capture the unlucky voyeur. The feed cuts out at that point, but there is no doubt in the minds of most on Earth that the same fate suffered by Seattle and Portland will be applied to Vancouver as well.

Meanwhile, back on the eastern seaboard, the 2 pilots circling the midsection of Ezra tried to get closer, but as they did, the planes began to overheat and before long, melted, becoming nothing more than liquid goop on the appendage, going unnoticed by its owner. The sensors on the ground indicated that the background heat that was last received was close to 500 degrees. At that temperature, the energetic member is hot enough to melt the metal, yet is comparably "warm" to the hand of Ezra. A humming sound seemed to emanate from the dragon's balls as they prepared the substance that would be spewed across the Earth, drowning furs and making some into an even tastier snack.

This was the plan of the titanic dragon, whose brain was clouded by his desires for power and dominance, whose heart was painted black by rage and above all, whose sex drive was the envy of the world. Now, for the last time, his right foot soared into the air and held steady over another population center, cruelly teasing the inhabitants with imminent death, but this time was different; this time his actions did have consequences as the foot that was precariously suspended above the untouched oasis, was the death blow against the condemned country.

With the West Coast under attack, the Midwest suffocating under a large toxic fog of foot odor, the Northeast effectively a blast zone and the Southwest and Gulf Coast smoldering in footprints, there was nowhere else to run as the Mid-Atlantic, the last safe haven on the Continental US to feel the dragon's wrath, was about to pay the price for holding out until the end. There was no chance of escape; none. Air traffic systems were down, train tracks didn't go further North than Harrisburg or South than Richmond and the highways were virtually backed up for hundreds of miles. With no major city in the country left standing, 95% of the population dead and the military hopeless to fight back, there was nothing they could do except wait for death.

Hollywood had tried to foretell how the US would be destroyed on thousands of occasions; internal squabbles, interstate warfare, asteroids, aliens, even zombies, but no one could've predicted the country would be wiped out by the clumsy footfalls of two destructive furs in a span of 10 hours and yet, that wouldn't be enough to comfort those in Virginia, DC, Maryland, Delaware, Eastern Pennsylvania and Southern New Jersey who could see the clawed foot that hung above them slowly begin to descend.

"500 points," was all Ezra uttered as he lowered his foot onto the ground, wiping out the most powerful nation on Earth.

THE END