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Macro Destruction

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Rolig

Everyone knew that their time had come when the macro wolves arrived at the city, towering, dominating, stomping through the streets. Their huge hind paws crushed cars and snapped streetlights as if they were twigs, kicking over trees that had stood there for many years already with obvious, sickening relish. If anyone was in their right mind, they would get well enough out of the way of the two wolves, scurrying from them, lest they become crushed under their massive feet.

“Hehehehe…"

Rolig, a large, black wolf, as tall as a skyscraper, cracked out his knuckles, his tail thwapping into the side of a building, sending brick and mortar that had stood there already for decades crumbling. Although Rogue was taller than him, the two wolves were well matched in mass and power, Rogue's smirk egging on Rolig.

“You ready?"

Rolig lifted his tail in agreement, hungrily eyeing up Rogue's nude body, for there were simply not clothes made to fit either of them, not at their size and certainly not their bulk. Clothes, however, were not important when the macro wolves of death and destruction were a law unto themselves.

Rogue, the wolf with two shades of brown splashing his huge hide and a white underbelly, took the first blow, roaring and slamming his fist through a glass building. Splinters of glass sprung off, raining down like missiles, screams rising, the lifeblood of the city fleeing, though there was no one there, neither anthro nor human, who could ever stand up against them. Thankfully for Rogue, his fur was thick enough and his skin tough enough to stand up to the glass, a beast in his own right, towering and forceful.

The city would fall… And they would not even have to stomp and snarl their way through the majority of it to force it to break and bend under their paws.

“Rarrrrr!"

Rolig took precedence, stomping down the main street, tiny, screaming specks below him. Of course, they were all normal-sized people down there, but he took a perverse pleasure in stomping and crushing them, making a show out of it and lifting his hind paws obtrusively high. He did not have to do it, but it made it all the more intimidating and dominating for the, reminding those down there, their features indistinguishable due to how high up Rolig was, nothing to him.

They would continue to be nothing as he made a game out of moving cars, his sheath plumping out with arousal, cock swelling. He flung his arms back and growled, the tremors of his cry echoing reverberating into the foundations of the city like an earthquake, stomping and kicking, aiming for one car after the other. Some he left behind, striking down all cars of a similar type or colour, everything a game to him. That forlorn cries and blood spatters were left in the wake of him and the crushed cars was not something that Rolig cared all that much about.

No, he had everything there that he needed, snarling and stomping, challenging Rogue, even though Rogue was, by a touch, the more dominant wolf out of the duo. An alpha male between macros, he took charge, shoving over buildings, slamming his fists into them, his cock growing. The black spire of his dick with an unformed knot at the base bulged out, loud and proud, throbbing for attention, and the beastly macro leaned over a building whose roof came up to about waist height for him.

“Hehehe…"

His chuckle of low glee thrummed forth, deep and booming, his cock grinding into the building. He was strong, powerful, and such an action did not hurt him at all as he forced his way in, cock shoving weaker humans and anthros within out of the way, though he did not care for the bones he cracked or the lives he ended in his moment of lust. It was all for him, all what he wanted, and there was no law enforcement or power in the whole world that could stop either of the macro beasts from taking what they believed was their right in the world.

Rolig stormed on, his jaws agape in a yawning, feral smile that showed his teeth, the screams of the mindless fools down on the ground, so very far away, music to his ears. There was no other sound that he would have preferred to hear for a horror theme where he was the nightmare and the villain, both wrapped up in one, monstrous being.

Maybe they could have gotten away if the black wolf was only careless, stomping and crushing all that lay in his path. Maybe they could have lived to tell the tale, but Rolig's stomach rumbled.

He snatched up handfuls of them, moving far too quickly than they had expected. A creature of his size, surely, should not have been able to more like lightning, muscles bunching, a greedy paw whipping out to grab several humans at once. Maybe more than several, all Rolig knew was that there were so many in the clasp of his paw that they spilt out, screaming and falling, waving, through the air, sure to meet their untimely end.

“Run, run, as fast as you can…"

Rolig taunted them, tail stiff, walking his fingers through the air as if to mime “running" to those that had become a part of his game. Yet those that had not tumbled to a grim death from his paw faced an even more untimely, grotesque fate, the wolf lifting them high above his head as his jaws opened wide.

“No, please!"

“I'm too young to die!"

“Ahhhhh!"

He released them from his paw, strings of saliva strung out between the teeth of his upper and lower jaws, teeth gleaming in the afternoon sunshine. It was not a good day to die for the mixed species anthros and humans, however, that tumbled into his gaping maw, his growl rolling forth, winding and wrapping around them as he drew them down and down and down into the depths of his gullet. Rolig could have simply allowed them to slip down his throat, for the opening at the back of his mouth was surely wide enough for it, but he took far greater pleasure in crunching and chewing, teeth cutting into them, blood splattering, dripping around his teeth. Some fought and beat at his tongue with tiny fists as he chewed and swallowed others in pieces, some whole, the life draining from them as they disappeared down his throat.

Rogue snarled, enjoying the show as much as Rolig was in giving it, eyeing up the smaller, black wolf with a ferocious stare. Darker brown-grey fur was laid over his head and shoulders like a mantle of some kind and, between the two of them, he was most certainly the kind. Growling deep in the back of his throat, Rogue thrust and thrust, spearing his cock out the other side of the building, for the length and girth of his meat was simply that much, head spinning with throbbing pleasure, angling for the raw ecstasy that was the dominion of every macro worth their salt in the world.

The wolf growled and snarled, lips curling back from his teeth to reveal his glistening fangs, though he had eyes for the people running, scarpering, though he was sure too that they would not get far. Thrusting and thrusting, he bellowed out his enjoyment as long, thick ropes of cum spurted down, raining sickeningly over the small, grassy area (it could have been a park) on the opposite side of the building. The concrete structure cracked and heaved under him as he rested more of his weight upon it, though it was never built nor designed to last or stand up to a macro like him, windows shattering.

No, the strain on the structure was too much as Rogue thrust, sending his cum to pour over the heads of unsuspecting people below, many of which had been trying to escape. Those that were foolish enough to stand and gawp and watch the show, well – didn't it count as natural selection when it came to that stage of things?

Rogue howled, throwing his head back, dragging his still spurting cock back out through the building. There were far more alluring things to take in, destruction calling, cum raining down still as he moved on, following the crowds of tiny people, the dark specks streaming down roads and pavements under him.

“You can't get away…" He rumbled in a growl, catching up with both Rolig and them. “So, why do you try?"

Maybe it was cruel, but neither of them knew how to be kind, taking what they wanted. Their world was vastly different to the ones that they sought to enjoy, growling and snarling, chests trembling with the force of the power held within them. Rolig chortled deeply and stomped, crushing a community centre, a leisure centre, somewhere that looked like, once, it had been a playing field. His paw slammed into the back of a football net, easily popping it from the ground, sending it sailing through the air where it met its end implanting itself into the side of a building.

It hung there, the net dangling, as Rolig and Rogue made a shared game out of snatching up people, not caring whether they were human or anthro. Their cocks refused to soften with the height of their destructive lust as their careless steps crushed more, pounding cars down into the dirt, bare plots where more high-rise buildings were due to be built. Nothing would be built there for many years after the macro wolf rampage, however, the city picking up, bit by bit, after the horrors they left behind them.

Rolig grunted, eyes gleaming with vicious delight as he hurled pawful after pawful of screaming bodies – he couldn't even think of them as people – at the net that he had implanted in the wall. Some missed, cracking into the building and sliding down with a sickening smear of blood in their wake, others dangled in the net, wailing, the horrors of the day only partly having washed over them.

However, there were only so many that the wolves could fit into the net before it was streaming over, screams rising, flailing, clinging to the thin netting and white-painted poles that made it up. Eventually, the destroyed structure of the football net creaked, borne down by the weight of too many dead, alive and injured bodies in it, screams and wails intensifying as it plummeted.

The wolves did not hang about to see what happened to it, striking out into a bold run, sending tremors through the ground with every strike of their hind paws. Their cocks bobbed and drooled eager pre-cum as they stormed on, a force of nature, yet one that only nature herself could stop.

“Hey, Rolig."

Rogue smirked, tapping the side of his nose.

“Wanna play “wash them out"?"

The black wolf only had one answer for him in a smirk, grasping his cock. A square before something like a mayor's town hall – at least, that was how it appeared to Rolig, in his limited knowledge of such small matters – opened up before them, though those fleeing them had chosen, by far, the wrong place to gather. For the wolves only had to charge into their midst, kicking and stomping, crushing bones, wriggling humans between their toes only to be squished, blood dripping.

Screams were cut off, signalling the end of life after life, though the sadistic wolves did not care for respect for the dead either. Holding their cocks in paw, merely to direct them, they relieved a different need of theirs, their bladders full from earlier in the day, spilling forth a hot stream of acrid piss over life people and dead ones alike.

Some were washed away, as was the nature of their game, in the stream of piss, screaming, gargling, turning and turning while they drowned. Others became lifeless, floating dead bodies in the spill of it, bumping into others, showing them the horror of what was next coming to them. The injured tried to crawl away, some missing limbs, others bloodied and bones broken, though internal injuries, in the end, would take even more of the people there other than the ones who had thought that survival would be on the cards for them, during the course of that fateful day.

Piss streamed down the street, the steps of the mayor's hall, washing people off their feet as they tried to run, though it was all too late for them. Maybe if they'd taken their chances and hid while the wolves were occupied elsewhere, they could have reached safety, but the destructive beasts were not in the manner of letting those escape that they could use for their own sadistic pleasure.

As their bladders emptied, leaving only drops of piss splattering from their cock-tips, the wolves glanced at each other, finding lust in each other's eyes. Hungrily, Rogue snatched up a broken and bloodied handful of mostly humans, a couple of anthros in their midst, his tail lifting proudly and dominantly as he used them as lubrication. Some were coated in his piss too, though that helped more, smearing blood over his cock as the screams died, one by one, crushed between his massive paw and his dick.

“Hehehe… Better than cum, hm?"

Rogue mocked Rolig, though the wolf was more than happy to take what he was giving as he leaned over the town hall, tail lifted, offering his backside to Rogue. Although he was a beast, he could still take what other pleasures were to be enjoyed in life and submission came only to Rogue. Shaking off his paw from the broken, bloodied bodies, Rogue used their blood and his watery piss as lube of sorts, even though he could power into Rolig's backside any time he liked without a single drop of any lubrication. The stretch would come, one way or another, especially so when the wolves wanted it so much with each other, grunting and snarling, massive bodies heaving together in the throes of carnal lust.

Rogue's growl ripped forth without any bounds as he speared the tapered head of his cock into Rolig's backside, the wolf's thick tail hole opening around him. Of course, so much about them was larger simply due to their colossal size, yet plunging into an arse like that, so thick and muscled and plush with dark fur would always be exotically erotic to Rogue. The wolf did not have to hold back either as he forced Rolig to brace himself more and more vehemently on the domed roof of the building, grabbing parapets, stone decorations – anything at all that was needed to stay upright, or at least in the position that the more dominant party wanted him to be in.

“Unff… You squeezing on me, slut?"

Rolig smirked breathlessly and barked in turn, though he was too focused on that meat plunging into him to care about anything else. The dominance and submission between them was well played out and Rogue knew exactly how far he could go, muscle bunching under Rolig's skin and fur as he sought to show just how strong and powerful he was. He didn't have to impress Rogue, of course not, but there was something simply fucking hot about grinding back, using every aching muscle in his body to cram that meaty length into his arse while his own cock drooled.

“Unff…" Rogue cursed, grabbing Rolig by the shoulder, keeping him stable and steady as he thrust, hips slapping into the other wolf's backside. “So fucking tight… Crazy little beta wolf, grinding back on me like that. You must really want to get your slut-hole fucked."

There was no doubt about that, as much so as there could never be any doubt as to which of them was dominant. And neither did there need to be any competition between them as Rogue snarled, ramming into Rolig's arse with raw, driving power. He didn't need to care for Rolig's comfort, for the wolf was as depraved and as sadistic as he was, craving the power, craving the dominance, the raw, feral nature of all that was present in their world to keep them feeling alive. With macro wolves of their calibre in the world, where would they be, after all, if they were not sadistic, painfully and cruelly taking what they pleased whenever they pleased to take it?

No, it was who they were and that was never going to change, not as they snarled, the beta wolf of the equation humping back viciously, letting his muscles do the talking for him. He grunted and howled, his cock bobbing, spurting and drooling pre-cum, but the two, for the time being, had forgotten their purpose there, the destruction they sought to cause, seven as the central building and focus of the city crumbled under his paws.

Reaching around, Rogue squeezed Rolig's cock, delighting in the firmness of it, though there was still a predatory lash to how his pink tongue swept salaciously out and down the side of his muzzle. His bloodlust was up as he fucked his beta harder and faster, slamming in, humping and grinding, snarling deep in the back of his throat, need coursing through with beat after beat of his heart.

Rolig bore through it all resolutely, waves of pleasure crashing through him, his prostate stimulated, though, as the beta, he would take what he could get from Rogue, the wolf slamming in, humping and grinding, using every last inch of his dick that he had to offer. Whimpering and howling, muzzle twitching, Rolig was in his element.

Harder and harder, Rogue was not in the keeping of holding back, grabbing Rolig's paws and dragging them back along his sides, forcing him up. In that sense, the submissive wolf was forced to trust in his partner, even though the more dominant party had him in a position where he could do whatever the hell he liked to him. All his weight lay precariously in Rogue's paws as he thrust and ground, slamming into that unprotected tail hole as if he sought to ruin it.

Of course, the other macro's body could handle it and he would never have sought to do any harm, not really, to Rolig, even though they could very well have hurt one another. That was just the way of it, their bodies so big and strong that, sometimes, it was difficult for the wolves to know their strength. Maybe that was why they had leaned so easily into destruction, living and outcasts and only coming into cities and towns, really, when they needed to feed.

Rogue growled, eyes intent, his muzzle wrinkling as he slammed in harder and faster to Rolig's backside. There was only so much he could take, even after cumming once already as the wolf under him howled and ejaculated, painting the town hall with his cum, trickling down the dome, his head thrown back and nose pointed to the sky as he let loose the call of their people. Humans and anthros, at a distance, albeit a stupid one, gathered again, watching and pointing, though their fates would soon be sealed for daring to hang around and film the monstrosity.

They should have run while they had the chance, but, instead, they hung around to watch just how Rolig's cum spurted forth, thick and virile, though it was wasted as it splattered to the ground, pooling, sweeping down over the many steps like a flood. Rogue hammered into him, his knot swelling inside, locking their bodies together, though Rolig's tongue hanging deliriously out of his muzzle told the tale of just how much he was enjoying it, grunting and heaving, his growls cut off as his lips stretched in a crude yet goofy grin.

“Ah… Fuck!"

Rogue snarled, finally reaching his high, glutes tightening, ramming into the wolf's arse in short, sharp thrusts, unable to pull back all that much with his knot swollen to that extent within Rolig's arse. Though it was all well and good, tugging at the wolf's backside, giving him even more stimulation as Rogue could not help but grind over Rolig's prostate with every thrust. It was not something that he was particularly trying to do, but the tip pressed up inside him as if it was trying to bury itself even deeper, tongue lolling out, pants snatched in heady puffs of breath.

The crowd watched in awe, thinking themselves discreet, as Rogue finally ejaculated. Not a drop escaped the tight seal that his knot made in Rolig's arse, but they could tell, his howling grunts rolling forth, marking the late afternoon air as the day wore on. Staggering, Rolig was forced to topple forward against the building with a resounding shudder that ran through the ground, fascia crumbling, the framework struck through, leaving a huge hole in the roof. Even though they had not set out to destroy that particular building, Rolig bellowed a roar and lunged, pummelling and punching the dome while his arse was filled, taking pleasure in destruction while his alpha used him.

It took some time for Rogue's knot to deflate, though the wolves took their time, smirking and staggering together, clumsier than normal. The shrieks of the crowd as they fled and ran, so very slow, from them were just another game and they made a ploy of leaping to the side, Rogue's arms around Rolig's waist to drag him close along with him, smashing bodies into the pavement, bloody smears in their wake.

Rolig smirked, leaning down, scooping up bodies in his hands – live, squirming, thrashing, squealing, crying bodies. But they were not for him, not that time, as he flung them back carelessly at Rogue's maw, the wolf opening wide, teeth all on show and the fleshy pink of his flexible tongue scooping the ones that landed there to the back of his throat. Those that did not land in his mouth, well, they had a sharper, more sudden fate as they struck the tarmac, no longer moving, falling far enough that the end, at least, was quick for them.

But the wolves did not care. They had everything that they wanted and more there, Rogue's cock still surely bloody with the lube of bodies and fluids that he had smeared over his cock before plugging up Rolig's tail hole with it. It was soothing, in a way, to be able to reap the benefits of such destruction, though they wanted more, Rolig squirming, panting, trying to get off his alpha's knot.

“Crazy fucker… You know it's got to fucking soften first."

It was no matter as Rolig laughed callously, ears pricked, greedily seeking out new targets, lunching for a high-rise office building where the occupants had thought that they were canny enough to hide. But not from him, never from him, not as his paws shot into it, shattering the glass windows, breaking down the frames, beating their way through, grabbing and clawing. It was only when he hit warm flesh that he yanked his paws back, screaming anthros and a couple of humans too in his palms, bleeding from where he'd scraped them up.

He didn't give them a chance for true fear to set in, not even after they had thought that they had escaped the worst of him, the worst of the terror and the destruction that the macro wolves had to offer. Rogue's knot finally softened enough to slip free, but Rolig wasn't going anywhere as he stuffed the bodies into his maw, crunching down on them as his teeth dug into bone and sinew, the muscle that had once made up living, breathing bodies.

Screams. Crying. Wailing. The patter of tiny little feet as they fled from him. Oh, it was what he wanted, stomping, cutting off their squeals, tearing into buildings, sending such great structures toppling to the ground as if it was nothing at all. He snarled and he panted, eyes gleaming with the delight of destruction, Rogue taking the chance to snap up some bodies too, down on all fours like a contorted sort of were.

Rogue's eyes blazed as he swung his huge, blocky muzzle back and forth, cock drooling pre-cum, for he could not call halt to his lust at a moment like that. Even his cock was weighty enough to be wielded as a weapon, slamming into buildings, cutting holes in brick and stone as if they meant nothing at all, a child's toy for him to play with and to abuse exactly as he willed. Rogue snarled, lips curling back dangerously from his teeth, toying with a human in his mouth before snapping them up, breaking their neck, though he spat them out. His stomach was already full. Any kills that were made from that point on were for the sheer hell of it, not because he actually needed any kind of sustenance.

He stomped on, cracking the tarmac, leaving deep gouges wherever his hind paws had landed and planted themselves. It was all he could do to carry on, heaving, staying with his reality, one where he was a god, one that ruled, though there was no kindness in the wolf.

“Weak meat," he spat, kicking a bus still full of people halfway through a building. “Weak… So weak…"

Devolving, he grunted, eyes glazing over, lost in the heated lust of the moment, his cock throbbing. With a bellow, he arched his back while Rolig did the same, the feral wolves heaving and panting, jacking off furiously as if they could not imagine doing anything else in the world, not in that moment. There was only destruction lust and the tenor of the throbbing pulse of the city rocked under their feet as they pawed off.

“Unff…"

“Fuck yeah…"

Two alpha wolves, even if one deferred to the other, were not to be bested, howling as they ejaculated, raining down a practical sea of cum as their balls ached and throbbed. All their bodies wanted to do was to spill more and more, to see the streets awash with their seed, though that was not quite possible for a city. Maybe a reasonably sized town? It was a challenge that the two of them would have to take on another day, however, their maws thick with the metallic taste of blood, not caring one bit for the species that they devoured and snapped up as nothing, nothing at all. They were smaller than them and thus they were insignificant, tiny souls that they cared not for.

Their cocks did not soften after that ejaculation, though the need to relieve their bladders once more did come as they pounded through the streets, smashing buildings, leaping, stomping, climbing the skyscrapers that were, at least by some amount, taller than they were. Well, they were not larger than the wolves once they'd had their way with them, snarling and growling, humping and grinding into the buildings as they had their way with the world that was their playground.

Standing atop the highest building that he could find, Rogue laughed and roared, beating his chest, his cock half-hard, but pissing, raining down urine to the streets below. Rolig chased out anthros and humans from the living block, flats that were all packed in together, people living on top of one another, letting the heated rain splash around them, lifting them from their feet and sending them, begging and howling, streaming down the street. The flood would not be stopped as Rogue thrust and ground, the splattering piss making waves in what he sent to the broken tarmac below, slamming bodies into cars, scraps of city stuck to the underside of his huge hind paws.

Up there, marked against the skyline, the two of them were the destructive kings that they truly knew they were. And it was time, once more, for everyone to see that, to acknowledge that, to give their lives over to the sadistic lure of the macros who had nothing at all of care in their hearts or souls. It was just the way they were.

The skyscrapers crumbled, the wolves leaping from them with callous laughs as they destroyed so very many livelihoods, so many towers that had housed workers, all for the capitalistic machine. As macros, they had never been drawn into that rat race, except when it came time for them to go on another destructive spree, their hard cocks leading the way for what it was that they truly needed. They could barely go a week without destroying some aspect of human or anthro life as they pleased, taking what made them content and throwing away all else as if it could be of no use to anyone at all.

Yet as the sun went down, the inhabitants of the city had fled or hid where they could, some hunkered down, some crushed in cars where they had hoped they would be safe, despite the odds. The wolves did not discern between the lives they took, taking a few anthros, a little herd of cows that had stuck together in the front of a dairy ice cream parlour, for a snack. As the wolves walked along, cocks drooling and dripping, need unparalleled, they tossed the cows into their maws, snapping them up, cutting off their deep, lowing cries, how they bellowed and sobbed.

Tears were never enough to sway the wolves, so much so that the two of them hardly registered such things. Rolig casually grabbed Rogue's cock, stroking him lightly, though it quickly devolved into him on his back over two buildings, legs spread, taking that dick up his arse, some of the cows falling to the roof, others tumbling all the way down. A few ran, others clung to him, fearing to fall, though there was no telling where their fall would land them.

All they knew was that they had been right to fear the macro destruction of the wolves, the beasts that there was no standing up against.

Villages feared them.

Towns feared them.

Cities feared them.

Between Rogue and Rolig, there was no way of stopping them. And that was just the way the wolves liked it.