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WARNING!

This story is a rampaging fic more then anything else. Not for the faint of heart! If you can't stomach it i suggest you turn away RIGHT NOW!

This Story contains:blood/gore, death, rampage, m/solo, M/M, cum, vore (hard, soft) and of course muscle crushing.

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Three's Company: Chapter 1

By ChapDav

The three behemoths stood outside of New York City proper, the forms cast in almost complete silhouette by the angle of the setting afternoon sun. Behind them lay a desolated and fiery wasteland that used to be called suburbs. The people of New York saw almost total darkness in their direction; however, three pairs of glowing eyes could be distinctly seen.

Stan, and extremely heavily muscled German Shepard, was the only one of them wearing any clothing. He had on a tight-fitting, all-black policeman's uniform. Stan surveys the city in front of them, and 1000 ideas come to mind immediately. Slowly a lascivious smile crosses his lips, now that he has had a chance to warm up; he can really let himself go.

Turning to his companions, a black and white husky named Michael, and his best friend, a bull named George: both as heavily muscled as himself, he nodded. Taking the unspoken command they each went in separate directions. Before Stan continued moving he took a moment to remove his shoes as to have a more intimate feeling between him and the destruction to come. Standing upright again he casually tossed the shoes over his shoulder which landed on one of the city's major highways, crushing hundreds of people in their cars as they tried to escape the city.

"Ah, that feels a lot better. Now, let's say we get started." As he said this he raised his left paw and hovered over a crowd of fleeing people. They were packed so tightly as they tried to escape it was like a carpet of living flesh beneath him.

His smile widened as he slowly lowered his paw down to mere inches above the crowd. Here he stopped, flexing his digits and stamping down with his foot claws. Sharp canine ears swiveled and caught the panicked screams of those who had been missed and the pain howls of those who were not so fortunate.

Without further hesitation he continued the slow descent of his paw toward the pavement. The feeling of the squirming bodies against his bare flesh sent a shiver through his entire body and the first tingling sensation in his loins. Stan flexed his leg muscles as his paw encountered the first small signs of resistance. As he made contact with the pavement he could feel the popping of meat bags and the warm spread of blood and organs.

With the shiver of delight he ground his paw back and forth and in doing so crushed even more of the insects beneath his bulk. Satisfied that he had completed his first task, he slowly raised his paw again marveling at the strings of gore that still connected him to the road. As he brought his paw back to its original resting place he let the strings of blood trail over those who had been missed the first time by his descending weight.

Shivering in anticipation he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall from his chest. Black material covered ten city blocks and was soon joined by the pants which completed the outfit. Stan stood straight again placed his hands on his hips and looked down. For a moment, the crowd ceased its attempts to escape and instead gazed up at the Shepherd now only clad in a thin black jockstrap. In return, Stan gazed down at the paw print he had made still almost perfectly formed as it appeared no one wish to venture into that spot.

Stan's tail began to wag as a new idea formed in his mind. Slowly he kneeled down over the insects to show off every curve and ripple in his muscled form. To further assert his domination, flexed his entire body and reveled in the people's reaction to his might.

With lightning quickness that belied his size, his hands shot out and down grabbing two handfuls of the populace. Standing up again he raised them to his muzzle. For a moment he simply stared at them reveling in the mixed reactions of fear and panic. His jaws parted and his long pink tongue protruded. He slowly and carefully lifted each handful to whet his appetite then with a soft moan lowered his hands to his jockstrap.

Facing his hands toward his body, he continued the downward trip and with perfect dexterity pulled back the black fabric and dropped the entirety of his cargo inside. Stan released the elastic band of the jockstrap and let it snap back into place. The sensations came almost immediately, with all of the humans squirming and plodding around his sheath, it made for an intense experience. His whole body trembled and his muscles involuntarily flexed. To those within the jockstrap, it was like two walls coming together letting no one escape from them.

Stan felt a sudden surge of warm wetness as the marvelous sensations of those he had trapped squirmed and wriggled around and over his protruding member. His cock began to lengthen with every touch thereby decreasing the available room inside. Suddenly the sensations stopped as his heavily muscled legs involuntarily came together and crushed his toys between two solid, immovable walls of flesh. Stan frowned with disappointment at the sudden halt to his game but that wicked smile soon returned as he remembered the countless others that were still trapped before him.

Again he reached down and grabbed as many people as he could fit in his hands. This time, not even stopping to taunt them, he filled his jockstrap. Taking care to make this session last longer than the first, he began to rub his crotch grinding the people up and down against his extending shaft. With each stimulating movement of the humans his shaft extended a little more. The longer his shaft extended, the more they would be crushed; the more they were crushed, the more they would move leading to a vicious circle of those that were trapped.

Within seconds the jockstrap was full to bursting and Stan resisted the temptation no longer. With as much force as he could muster, he flexed his leg muscles. And audible crunch could be heard coming from his loins as again they came together like stone pillars crushing everything inside.

Stan stood panting with exertion and pleasure. With that same malevolent smile on his face, he began to carefully slide the jockstrap down his muscled legs to the ground. Stepping back out of it and kneeling down he leaned forward and slid it along the ground like a scoop and again filled it with living victims.

Standing up he raised the jockstrap over his head and began to twist it more and more. He spread his jaws wide as he continued to twist the material in his hands. Slowly at first but rapidly gathering speed, blood began to drain from the jockstrap into his open maw. When his mouth was full, he closed his jaws and audible gulp could be heard as he swallowed. Stan unrolled the jockstrap and looked inside.

All that remained was the powder from the bones and a few strings of organs. With glee he began to lap at the inside of the jockstrap until nothing remained. Satisfied with his work, he slipped the jockstrap back on and into place.

Looking down at where the carpet had been before, there only remained a few stragglers. Deeming them not to be worth his time, he turned toward the downtown area. Moving meticulously, crushing as many people in cars with each step as possible and leaving huge craters in the street he began to look for his next toy.

As he entered the downtown area the first thing he noticed was a mirrored glass building that was as tall as he was. He walked toward it, headless of all the thing in his way. He was transfixed by the vision in front of him. His muscles moved and rippled with every movement he made. Turning to admire his profile, he flexed his bicep and ran his paw over the bulging masses. Tracing every groove with his forefinger, Stan marveled at the definition he felt. As he gazed intently at his reflection in the mirrored building, he observed a uniformity he hadn't noticed before. His muscles were hard, chiseled, seemingly made of stone. His cock leaped at the thought of the terror it must cause those puny furs who witnessed his exhibition of power.

At that moment, one unlucky fur decided to investigate from his seventh floor office and found himself muzzle to muzzle with a gargantuan black and white husky, breathing heavily and obviously aroused. They were separated by a sheet of glass, but it could hardly have been stronger than paper when compared to the brawn of the hyper-muscular canine leering murderously at him.

"I see you're a curious one. What do you think?" Stan posed once again for the fur's benefit. "Do my biceps need work? Are my triceps weak? Do you think I could crush you in one swipe or will it take two?" He laughed wickedly at his quip and brought his paw around to brutally slice the building in two. He watched as a particularly large piece of glass plummeted to the earth, crushing a large crowd of inquisitive thrill-seekers like specimens on a slide. He bent to investigate the carnage. He peered closely at the spreading red stain and found it wasn't enough, he needed to feel the ooze between his toes and revel in the slickness to be found.

Gingerly he lifted the broad piece of glass between his thumb and forefinger and tossed it haphazardly over his shoulder. Slowly he lowered his paw into the gooey mess and pushed the crimson remains between his toes. His cock leapt in his jockstrap as he closed his eyes and imagined the abbreviated screams of his most recent victims. Opening his eyes, he swept his forearm through the building again and again until there was nothing but rubble at his feet and the wails of the fallen reverberated around his eardrums.

He wanted his next victims to share in his passion more actively. To this end, he turned toward the array of bright lights to his right. Word had apparently spread about he and his friends' activities because there were few furs left roaming the streets, but he was sure they had gathered together to share their misery and divide their fear. He smiled at how predictable they were and how futile their efforts. Not to mention stupid; if they had thought about it for just a second, they would have realized coming together just made his job easier. Unfortunately for them, the ingrained fear response served his need very well and he chuckled at the irony.

Forgoing the empty streets themselves, Stan made his own path descimating every structure he came close to. There was an apartment building slightly to his left which was several meters taller than he. An idea came to him; he smirked and turned toward the structure. When he was standing before it, he kicked the cornerstone loose and watched with glee as the domicile swayed slightly with the breeze before righting itself and settling with its new center of gravity. "Oh well, I guess it's going to stay up," he said as he swivelled sharply and collided tail-first with the wobbly construction. He grinned when he heard it fall and remarked, "Whoops."

Continuing on his destructive path Stan plowed through concrete barriers, steel girders, cinderblock and brick to arrive at the many structures arrayed around the asphalt jungle in a seemingly random pattern. As he stepped toward the center of the array, he felt a whisper of air on his cheek and turned in time to get a faceful of exhaust from the passing aircraft. He reached out and snatched the plane from the air, not knowing exactly what he would do with it, but loving the feeling of hard, cool steel in his hands.

He held the jet in his hands as a child would a toy and resumed his journey toward the main concourse. Several hangars offered possibilities but he was sure the most furs would be huddled together, shivering with fright and apprehension inside the massive steel complex. As he got close, he shifted to one side of the expansive set of windows, set the plane down at his feet and knelt on his hands and knees to get an unobstructed and hopefully unobserved look. Just as he suspected, those furs who had taken refuge here were gathered into the corner hoping that he wouldn't find them.

He tapped lightly on the glass and pulled away, waiting. Again he tapped gently and pulled back knowing someone would want to investigate. At first there was no response, but soon the window was filled with the frightened gazes of hundreds, looking with hope out into the darkness, awaiting their superhero. Stan poked his fingers through three of the panes at once and moved swiftly down to the others before the shocked assemblage could make their escape. He plunged both hands into the remaining glass and pulled out two handfuls of writhing bodies. He tossed these carelessly into his gaping mouth and reached in for more.

The next three groups he retrieved from the airport found their way into his jockstrap, but he singled out four for some individual attention. These he placed eagerly into his piss slit, shoving them down with his forefinger to make room for the next. Two of them exploded under the pressure, but Stan didn't mind, it just made the going easier for the next two. His eyes alighted on the plane still sitting at his feet. It seemed the enterprising passengers and crew had decided he had forgotten about them and had deployed the rubber ladder for emergency escapes. This was an emergency alright, but not one they would escape from. Picking up the aircraft he ripped the ladder from the side, crumpling it, and the passengers who were still using it, into a single, bloody ball.

He spread his legs wide and worked the nose of the plane into his awaiting tailhole. Gripping his sheath through the strap, he swirled his fingers around and over the shaft, massaging it out of its confines, clenching the scrambling furs to his throbbing member and rubbing their bloodied carcasses along his shaft. He pushed the protruding plane farther within the confines of his ass and stroked his shaft more vigorously, hastening the eruption working its way down his length. He sat down suddenly, shoving the plane completely inside his ass, shearing off its wings in the process and he could hold back the tide no longer. He clutched the base of his dick sharply as he started to cum and spasmed uncontrollably when he thought of the numerous furs acting as lubrication for this solo session.

Chapter 2

Stan rubbed his now erect member as he looked around at the rest of the toys at the airport. His attentions were bringing his member almost to his peak and he needed a good release. His eyes began to sweep more frantically in search of something that could give him what he needed but his eyes saw nothing that could do the job.

As he continued to search he began to whine and his ears drooped. As he was about to give up hope his ears caught the faintest sound of screaming in the distance and he remembered his companions. With that one thought, his vigorous rubbing grew faster as he attempted to pinpoint where the sounds were coming from.

"Ah," he said beginning to grin again, "It's Michael." Turing to his left he squinted hard to try and see his mate however there were too many buildings in the way, "That can be fixed," he said as he started in the husky's direction. Those in Stan's way were paid no heed by the massive shepherd. The last thing they saw was his gigantic paw as it quickly lowered, settled then, as he applied more weight, a crush force that vaporized them into a mist of blood and crushed bone. They served as little more than a minor blip on Stan's radar as he moved toward his sexual goal.

Even the buildings couldn't serve to slow his pace. He simply walked into them, through them leaving them structurally unsound. They stood for a few seconds after his attentions then began to crumble dropping huge pieces of debris onto the people below snuffing out even more lives. Many attempted to raise their hands in a vain effort to hold off the deadly rain but simply ended with the same fate shared by those under Stan's paws.

With every step he took he could see more and more of the area where he knew his mate to be and he could more clearly hear the screams of his toys. As he drew closer his tail began to wag, laying open massive holes in the buildings to either side of him. The building's inhabitants tried valiantly to exit before it crumbled, but to no avail. As Stan passed the last line of buildings, he saw Michael. He was splayed out on the ground with his hand around his member. From Stan's position he could see that his hand was full of squirming people. This made Stan smile since Michael had had a similar idea to his own.

Michael's eyes were closed and he was moaning softly so Stan's approach was all but unnoticed. The shepherd stood over his mate and waited for his opportunity. Michael continued to rub his crotch and plying it with human lube completely oblivious to the other's presence.

Stan's wait wasn't long, as Michael moved his hand away from his member to take another handful of humans he leaned in and took the husky's member into his mouth. Michael's hand closed convulsively as he felt the warm wetness on his cock. The humans that had been unfortunate enough to be in the way of his enormous white fingers were turned into a ball of ooze by his extraordinary strength.

Michael didn't even open his eyes. He knew by the experienced tongue caressing his cock that it was his mate. His lusty moans grew louder and more prolonged as he was pleasured. Stan took the entire phallus into his mouth. Michael was large, even for a canine, and it went deep into Stan's throat. Stan knew his mate and knew what would drive him over the edge. He withdrew the pulsating cock from his mouth, salivating over the taste of blood, and closed his lips around the head. The effect was instantaneous. Michael's hips began to buck driving his cock deep into Stan's throat. At this Stan withdrew entirely. Without the presence of the hot, moist confines, Michael began to let out a high pitched whine and Stan leaned back down and extended his tongue. With just the tip he began to flick Michael's cock causing the whining to grow louder. Smiling, Stan parted his lips and placed them around the head and slowly, so as to tease Michael as much as possible, slid his lips down to the base.

This caused Michael to begin bucking again and Stan again withdrew but this time he lowered his muzzle past the cock and began to focus his attention on the huge canine balls that swayed full of semen beneath the rod of flesh. Taking the left testicle into his mouth he began to suck on it like it was a piece of hard candy. With his left hand he began to caress the still lubed cock. Michael's whining gave way to the moans again. Stan released the testicle and began giving attention to the other heavily swaying ball. Here Michael began to rub it with his long tongue.

When he felt Michael's balls began to pulsate, Stan withdrew again and stood up. Michael opened his eyes and looked up, "Why did you stop?"

Michael extended his hand and Stan pulled him to his feet. Beneath him Stan could see the remains of the two city blocks he had rested on. Stan turned to his mate and swiveled the husky's body around. For a moment he simply stared at the muscular back side of him. After a long appraising look he began to brush debris out of his black fur. He got lower and lower until he was again kneeling, this time behind him. When his hands were on the muscular white cheeks, his brushing became rubbing. With every squeeze that Stan gave his member throbbed and leaked pre that began to flood the street below him.

Stan opened his mate's cheeks and inserted his nose. At the sudden press of cold flesh Michael jumped then ground his hips back against it forcing the nose inside just a little. With a quick couple licks, Michael's knees began to wobble and he feared he would lose his balance. Stan withdrew himself and stood again.

"Ready? Stan asked.

Michael gave no reply, simply shuddering and turned back to him. Stan smiled and turned to lead him away. Stan moved back toward the airport deliberately choosing a different route than the one he used to get here. Thoughts of what he would be doing raced through his mind as he walked. This time he took great care to crush as many structures and create as much destruction as possible with every step to keep Michael, and himself, aroused. Stan knew where he wanted to go from the moment he saw Michael. Even now he could smell the salty ocean air in his nostrils. Stan slowed his step to take in the smell. Michael and he both loved the ocean and the harbor was just what they needed to start their fun.

Stan took a deep breath then sighed. This was going to be a fun excursion. Picking up his pace again he called back, "Come on lets pick it up,"

"Race you," Michael called as he passed Stan.

Stan smiled as he ran after his mate. Their combined attention decimating everything in their path. Their combined weight shook the ground to the point that even buildings not in their path began to collapse. The people on the ground almost didn't know what hit them. The communications of the city had been knocked out already and most had no idea what was going on. They just noticed a lot of shaking then nothing as their lives came to an abrupt end. Michael reached the harbor first; he jumped and curled himself into a tight ball. Stan stopped and watched as Michael hit the water. The resulting fountain rose higher than Stan stood. The affected area was so large that he could see ships swirling and breaking apart inside it.

Stan did not enter the water in pursuit of his mate, he had other ideas. He waited until he saw the husky's head pop up and called, "Are you finished?"

Michael gave him a quizzical look, "I thought you'd be joining me,"

"How about you come out of there and we'll have some fun."

Immediately Michael began to swim for the shore. When he climbed out he shook himself in the normal canine way; spraying everything, including Stan, with a torrent of water, "What did you have in mind?" Michael asked when he had finished drying himself.

Stan made no reply just turned and scanned the harbor until he saw a lighthouse a mile or so away. Motioning for Michael to follow him he began to move toward it. Wanting to tease Michael a little more, he crushed the cars that were parked in the parking lot. Each giving a nice satisfying crunch as he moved toward his real goal.

When he reached the lighthouse he turned back to Michael and said, "How about you help me get ready."

Michael smiled, he knew just what Stan wanted from him and he was more than happy to comply. Michael walked over to the lighthouse and knelt down with the toy between them; he wanted Stan to see every little detail of his work. Working slowly he lowered his head and pursed his lips in an O. Extending his tongue through the O, he loving caressed the top of the lighthouse.

When he had thoroughly cleaned the roof he retracted his tongue and placed his lips over the top in a similar manner as Stan had done to him earlier. Emitting a quiet murr in his throat he slid the lighthouse into his mouth breaking off the balcony on the way down to better the end.

"You like that?" he said when Stan's member began to leak.

Stan's only reply was to grab his member and squeezed it, causing the tip to flare.

"Ummhmm," Michael said, " I can see you do. Good then you'll love the rest of the show."

Michael closed his lips around the structure again and began to softly suck on it. Continuing his murring sounds he slid his lips to the base and began to climb back up. As he came back up he let out his tongue and wrapped it around and drug it up as he stood up.

Turning his back to Stan, he began to seductively gyrate his hips. As he did this his hips got lower and lower until his ass was right over the lighthouse. Here he stopped, reached back and separated his cheeks and started lowering his hips again.

The lubed lighthouse gave almost no resistance; with a little force and a loud pop it entered his tailhole. The feeling of being entered and filled as he was made Michael gasp in pleasure. A shiver ran down his back and almost separated structure from its foundation. Working as seductively as possible he lowered himself on to the lighthouse. He slid himself all the way down to the base and stopped. Looking back over his shoulder he saw Stan, who for his part was staring in open glee at his mate. The lighthouse had completely disappeared, hidden fully by his white furred rump and his long tail.

Stan's hand began to rub his hand up and down his shaft as he watched his mate put on a show just for him. His hand began to move faster and faster until it was nothing but a black blur over his enormous shaft. Stan loved the thought that as big as the lighthouse was his cock was significantly bigger and even more that the structure they had toiled for months to construct was lessened to nothing but a simple play toy for his beautiful mate. "Enjoying the show?" Michael called in breathless tones from his spot on the ground.

Again Stan gave no reply; he simply continued staring at the spectacle in front of him and continued working his meat. His hand began to slow as his need rose to insert himself into something and only one thing around could take what he had to give.

Michael began to raise himself up again loving every second of it. He knew this was pushing Stan's buttons and Michael thoroughly savored the payback. He continued to slowly raise and lower himself until he felt a soft bite on the back of his neck that stopped him in his tracks. Stan had decided the show was over. Michael sank back onto the lighthouse and stayed there.

"Come on," Stan said huskily, his muzzle still buried deep in Michael's fur, "It's my turn to have a little fun." "Are you sure?" Michael asked, not moving. He knew Stan was ready, he could feel the heat emanating from his body.

"Do you really have to ask?" replied Stan. He knew Michael all too well. Michael loved the teasing as much as himself.

"No, I don't think I do."

Without further conversation Stan twisted Michael's chest, a loud CRACK was heard as the lighthouse came loose from the foundation. Standing again Michael leaned forward exposing his muscular rump to his mate. "If you're ready then I'm ready." He said in a tone matching Stan's own.

Stan grabbed his lover's waist tightly and drove his hips forward hard. He was practiced at this and he entered perfectly. The feeling of the entrance of Stan's gigantic member and the subsequent pushing of the lighthouse across his prostate made Michael's knees wobble.

The shepherd forced his full length into his mate, the lighthouse was pressed up against the entrance to his bowels and pushed slightly through. With each thrust thereafter Michael felt it slide more and more into his colon. For Stan the feeling was equally blissful. The tight confines of Michael's ass squeezed his cock from every direction, speeding the road to his release. He pistoned his cock in and out faster and faster until it was a blur. When he felt his long awaited release coming he gave a final powerful thrust that sunk his entire length into Michael and he began to spray his white love.

The flow filled Michael in seconds and began leaking out around Stan's penis. This feeling pushed Michael over the edge and he sprayed the landscape in front of him. There was not a surface that hadn't been hit by the blast and when he finished emptying himself it looked like Christmas morning.

The two titans parted from each other and fell to the ground exhausted. Neither could speak; being macros was their favorite form of foreplay and the release they had just experienced left them both in a near comatose state. When they did regain themselves, Michael asked, "Have you seen George?"

"No," came Stan's still breathless reply, "but I'm sure he'd love to see you."

Michael smiled at him and winked; then turned and headed back into the city.

Chapter 3 As Michael walked away he scanned the area surrounding him. The intense lovemaking that had occurred had left everything in the near vicinity in almost complete ruins. This thought made Michael's demeanor dampen slightly. This meant he would have to go further out to find any toys that were worth his time. He doubted any of the insects would have been able to survive in the wake of the destruction.

Michael stopped, tapping g his paw idly while he pondered his situation. As he did this the ground shook noticeably causing him to smile. He loved the power as did his companions and seeing this simple motion have such an intense effect made his cock begin to come to life. Looking around again he saw that the center of town was still intact for the most part. Smiling wide he started walking toward his new goal.

Most of those in the area of Michael's new target had no idea what was going on. The communications and power of the city had been knocked out almost immediately after the attack, leaving everyone who didn't have a first-hand account of the attack in a perpetual state of ignorance; that is until the black and white terror came into view. Michael's stomach began to growl as he came into view of the city's tallest buildings and as his eyes passed over the living buffet in front of him his mouth began to water; with his eyes locked on them he slowly licked his lips.

"Mmmm," he said to them, rubbing his stomach lightly with one hand, "You all look so tasty." This had the desired effect on the people below. As if they had simultaneously been zapped by a cattle prod they turned as one and began to flee in the opposite direction, "come back," he called, "don't make this harder than it has to be."

He might as well have said nothing judging by the effect his words had. In truth, this did not bother him; he enjoyed playing with his food. Michael fell forward onto all fours. His forelimbs landing directly in the middle of the living mass. Those were the lucky ones, however, as he leaned his head down and extended his massive pink tongue. Using it as a shovel he scooped up a large section of insects into his mouth.

The taste on his tongue was blissful; almost as enjoyable was the feeling of them squirming around trying to free themselves from their moist dark prison. Michael simply enjoyed the feelings for a few moments before being brought back to reality by another fierce growl from his belly. Sighing inwardly he brought his jagged teeth together. The sheer amount of food he had in his mouth guaranteed that he would catch some of them between his jaws.

When his jaws came together, He tasted the coppery taste of blood flow over his taste buds. The sudden burst of flavor made him shiver and groan in pleasure. He savored the taste, lapping at the remains and removing every last trace of the delicious flavor from the crushed bodies. When he was sure he had gotten all that he could, he went into a frenzy pressing as many people between his massive jaws and crunching down on them with all the force he could muster. The screams from his maw, if it was possible, grew even louder. This served only to intensify his desire to have what he wanted.

That wonderful flavor filled his maw; the sheer amount was such that he had to swallow twice so as to not risk any escaping him. He continued to chew, those trapped inside's struggles growing feebler with every passing second. When Michael was sure he had finished off all of his meal, he tilted his head back and swallowed hard to clear his maw. Those who had been "lucky" enough to escape were witness to a massive bulge traveling down the white furred throat and pass into the rumbling chasm of his belly.

Tilting his head back down and staring at those he had not taken, Michael licked his chops; his normally pick tongue now stained red. As he licked it left a red smear on the normally white fur and gave him a more menacing look. Michael knew this despite not having a mirror and enjoyed the fear it instilled in the remaining survivors.

Still being on all fours gave Michael a great up close view of the terrified looks he was getting. The power wielded was intoxicating and only served to make him want more. He mulled over his next move, there were so many choices and so few toys to inflict them on.

Almost immediately an idea came to the forefront of his mind, "Pooh," he said aloud, "I know what game we should play next."

Without any hesitation, he threw his forepaws out in front of him and crashed down on top of the crowd below him. They raised their hands as if to hold off the enormous weight that careening down on top of them. Michael felt the hands just before them, and the bodies they belonged to, were vaporized in a spray of gore. Those who had been trapped beneath his sheet lasted slightly longer and Michael allowed them to live for a few more moments as the pleasure they gave him was both unexpected and intense. However his idea came back to the front of his mind and he forced down his hips and turned them into the thick lube that he loved.

When Michael was sure that he had crushed all the insects beneath him, he looked to his left; the crowed was trying to flee into a nearby building. He smiled, showing off his blood stained incisors; flesh and bits of bone still clinging between them.

"Hey," he called to them, "where do you think you're going?" No reply came, nor did he really expect one. "These changes plans a bit," he muttered, "then again...this gives me another great idea."

Michael made no move to stop the people as they ran for "safety" inside the tall building. The sight was rather amusing to the gigantic husky; the people were in full-fledged panic and fear of him. They were pressing inside the structure as fast as possible and those who were moving to slow were knocked down and trampled to death under the weight of their fellows.

After about five minutes, Michael could wait no longer. The building was as full as it was going to get by his judging and he was tired of laying here doing nothing. Standing to his feet, he placed his hands on his hips and pushed out his pecks. He looked down at his imposing figure, at his now red fur. The red was so think that the white could not show through. Satisfied with his work he grinned maliciously at the building that was about to be his next toy. The windows were clogged with the terrified faces looking back at him.

Michael took one step forward which placed him directly in front of the gawkers. The building was one of the larger ones, standing about a head taller than him. He admired it for a moment; thinking of how he was about to turn this pillar of their city into nothing more than a simple sex toy and how it was built to withstand the forces of nature but wouldn't be able to even stand a chance of holding up against him.

These thoughts made his tail begin to wag and brought his member out of his sheath. Michael dropped a hand to it and began to stroke to bring it fully erect. Those at Michael's waist had a front row seat of his ministrations. Outside their windows was the largest canine cock any of them had ever seen; and as they watched , the red rod came closer to them by the second and as if it knew what was happening the head of the massive organ flared and shot a burst of clear liquid , shattering the windows in its path and covering those inside.

When his cock was full erect Michael knew it was time to start. Raising his hand, he punched a hole in the façade of the building at the level of his chest. Reaching inside he grabbed a handful of people. Thinking quickly Michael placed his paw at eh entrance to the structure to block in the remaining captives.

Stepping back a little so that everyone inside the building could see his actions, he gazed down at his hand to see how many people he had gathered. Taking care to not harm them he reached in and discarded the furniture that he'd inadvertently grabbed in the process. With that accomplished he counted twelve people in his palm

"Oh good," he said heartily, "just the right amount. I hope you all enjoy what I have planned for you."

Michael reached into his palm and grabbed a man in a t-shirt and jeans. He raised him to his face and looked at him. Giving him one quick lick, he lowered him down to the head of his member. The man began to kick and scream.

"That won't help you," Michael said smugly. As if in answer, his cock flared open again. At its widest, the slit was wide enough to accommodate the man even when flailing as he was. Michael slid him partially inside and his cock slammed shut around him. The screams from the man turned form those of fear to those of pain when he was seized. Michael released the man and watched as he struggled franticly to free himself. Every movement he made only served to slide him a little deeper inside Michael. In his terror the man neglected to notice this fact. It was not until he had sunk to his chest that he noticed what was happening.

This fact only mad the man redoubled his efforts which caused him to sink in even faster. In seconds the man had disappeared from view, but Michael could still feeling struggling and sliding to his final resting place. When he felt the man drop into his right testicle it sent him into a frenzy of lust and need. Taking no care for the humans, he began stuffing them one after the other down his slit.

The last person's head could be seen protruding from his cock as he released it and stepped back up to the building. Just before Michael was about to plunge into the building he thought of something to make the experience even more enjoyable. Strangely the hole he had made already was crowded again. This served Michaels' purposes perfectly. Reaching in him grabbed a double handful of people. This time he didn't stop to discard the furniture; he simply raised his hands to his chin and released the humans into eh crevasse between his pecks.

The fit was tight so Michael was not worried about any falling out. He spread them around to each corner of his chest, making sure there was not a spot without a victim.

"There we go," he said when he finished, "that will do just fine. "

Stepping back up to the building again, he wrapped his arms around it. The structure was tall but not overly thick as he could touch his hands together on the other side. Michael smiled as he drew back his hips and prepared to assault the building as it had never been before.

Those inside had begun to realize their mistake and were in a rush to exit the building. The stairways were full of fleeing humans. Those on the ground level attempting to retreat upstairs having seen that they had no exit on their current level. Those from above were attempting to exit through the main entrance having not having realized Michael had seen to it that that was not a possibility.

Michael's first thrust rocked the building on its foundation. He thrust himself only half way inside to prolong his fun. As he entered he felt the squirming of humans that had not been plowed under by his member and warm wet feeling of those he had caught beneath him. He stayed still for a moment enjoying the feelings around his cock.

His withdrawal as slow and easy. He wanted to enjoy this as much as possible. When only his head, still trailing a flailing woman from its slit, remained inside he thrust himself fully into the structure, plowing over even more humans as they tried to retreat down the stairs. His testicles, still full of digesting humans and cum, acted like wrecking balls; digging two furrows under the hole he was thrust into.

Michael was panting hard, the feelings emanating from his nether regions was amazing. It had been a long time since was able to have fun like this and it felt as good as he remembered. He loved knowing that the humans were running away from his cock. The thought only served to excite him more.

Michal withdrew him again; as he did pre began to leak out around his cock plug. Michael thrust himself in again, not stopping to savor it he pulled out quickly. Michael picked up his pace with ever thrust he made into the structure. Every hit it took made it quake and rumble. Those inside having given up the thought of escape were huddling down in the hopes that he would finish his business and leave.

"You're half right," he thought to himself as he continued pumping in and out.

When Michael's orgasm hit, it was intense. As he felt it coming, Michael grabbed the building and buried himself as deep as he could inside it. Under his monster cock his testicles churned and throbbed. The first spurt exited through the other side of the structure. Those who were not caught by it could see flailing limbs inside it.

Simultaneously with the first spurt of his orgasm, Michael tensed his muscles. Those he had placed between his pecks stood no chance against the massive amount of muscle that was pressing in on them. Instantly they were turned into red paste. The feeling of all the crushing bodies from his chest spurred Michael's orgasm to new heights. As his cum dripped form the walls inside the structure, the blood from the crushed humans dripped down his chest onto his stomach and cock.

When Michael finished he stepped back and examined his handiwork. Cum dripped from every surface and leaked from most of the windows. The force of his ministrations had left the building in an unstable state and when Michael withdrew full it lost the last support it had and began to fall. As the building hit the ground, a huge white tinged cloud floated up to meet him. Satisfied with what he had done he turned and headed away.

"It's time to find George," he said to no one. The thought of meeting up with the bull was an exciting one. George always had unique things he wanted to try and Michael was more than inclined to help out. Chapter 4 George lay back, looking down at all the insects he had gathered for his game. The bull was black and bulky; with two curved white horns protruding from his skull. He enjoyed the romps with his friends, loved the feel of the micros as they caressed his muscular frame and the way they crushed at his smallest movement.

George reached out his left hand and raked his fingers through the crowd, gathering as many toys as he could. When he reached the outmost of his range, he brought his hand back and released his captives on his chest, "I want you to worship my body," he said to them, "I want you to rub and fondle my massive muscles. Love them as I do if you wish to survive."

His words had the desired effect; the micros went straight to work on the task he had played out. George lay his head down on the road to enjoy the attentions. "Yes,' he moaned in delight, "that is it."

He was so wrapped up in his pleasure; he didn't notice Michael coming up behind him. Even the trembling of the ground went unnoticed. Only when Michael spoke did he realize he was not alone. "Enjoying you?"

George's eyes shot open at the voice. Looking up he saw the white form standing over him. George smiled and replied, "Do you really have to ask?"

Looking down at the bull's massive erection, he nodded and said, "Guess not."

"Why are you here?" queried George.

"I thought you'd be a little bored playing by yourself. Thought I'd help you liven things up a bit."

"How right you are."

"Did you have any ideas in mind?"

George's smile grew wider, "Actually, yes I do."

Michael cocked his head and looked at the bull quizzically when he gave no other reply, "well?" he said after a moment.

"You know I like to watch you muscle crush the micros."

Michael smiled at his friend, "Oh yeah, can't believe I forgot."

The bull stood up, watching in satisfaction as those who had been doing their best to pleasure his muscles fell do their deaths hundreds of feet below. Turning to Michael he motioned for him to lay down. Obliging, Michael relaxed in the spot that had just been vacated; noticing before he did the numerous spots of blood and gore that spotted the bull shaped hole.

When the husky was in position, George began to round up the few remaining insects he could find that had not been smart enough to run while he was preoccupied with his pleasure. The surrounding buildings had been demolished at the outset of his fun so there was nowhere for them to hide from his watchful eye.

He only managed to find a small handful before he exhausted his supply. Turning to the reclining husky he smiled apologetically. Showing him the meager prize he held he said, "Sorry, guess I used more than I thought." Michael laughed softly at this, "You always did run through your toys. I think that will do for now; after all there are still plenty of people left in the rest of the city we can play with later."

Nodding his agreement, the bull began to drop those he had captured into the crevasse between the husky's pectorals. When his hand was empty he gazed at his work. The amount of insects he had gathered could barely be seen against the thick white fur of his chest. Thinking for a moment, he got a new idea. "Hold on for a second, I know what to do."

The husky raised his head a little to try and catch a glimpse of what the bull had in mind, but from his vantage point he couldn't' see anything past his bulging chest. He could hear the clopping of the bull's hooves on the street and some scraping sounds that Michael judged to be metal.

When George returned, his plan became clear. His hands were full of abandoned cars and trucks, "Now that is a twist." Said Michael, intrigued.

"It's been a while since I've seen you do this." Explained George, "and I figured they would add the right touch for our first game."

"Great idea," replied Michael, "let's sees; go ahead."

George wasted no more time. He knelt down by Michael's side again and began to strategically place the vehicles. With his hands emptied once more, he stood up to get a full view of what was coming. "You finished?" Asked the husky.

George only nodded in reply. Seeing this Michael began to flex slowly. He wanted to make sure it was enjoyable to his friend as well as himself. Michael's sharp hearing picked up the creeks of the vehicles and the screams of the humans as their surroundings began to close in. The feeling he felt was better than the last time since he was putting on a show for George and he could see the bull was enjoying the show too.

George unconsciously lowered his hand to his member and began to stroke it as he watched the sight in front of him. He loved watching the micros run around in panic as the walls come together; seeing the vehicles begin to bean and twist; trying to keep their shape against the rising flood of power that Michael exerted on them with apparent ease. His strokes became faster as the space the micros had to move diminished to the point that they had to turn sideways to move. His speed did not slow as he leaned down to hear the screams and the crunching. At his close proximity, George could see the micros as they attempted to climb out of their tomb; he could see the anguished looks on their faces and hear their screams.

As Michael's flex came to its max, the screams gave way to a medley of crunching and squirting sounds, "You haven't lost it," George said as he helped the husky to his feet.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did," Michael replied looking down at the massive meat hanging between the bull's legs that matched his own.

"Before we go I have one other thing I'd like to take care of."

"What's that?"

George's only reply was to lean in and begin to lick at the remains left on Michael's chest. George enjoyed the flavor of the micros and the metallic taste added by the crushed vehicles only added to the flavor dancing on his tongue. When he had finished, he stood back up and tilted his head back slowly letting the remains travel to the back of his throat then down to his belly.

"Thanks."

"No problem, I much enjoy that you know."

Michael grinned at his friend, "Let's go somewhere else, where there are more toys to play with. I have some ideas we should try."

The two began walking to an area of the town near where they had entered that had not been visited yet. When they arrived they noticed the amount of micros that they saw.

"That's strange," commented George, "why are they all flocking here?"

Michael grinned again, "If you lay down I'll show you why."

Shrugging George dropped to all fours then down to the ground, creating a very similar scene to the one they had just left. Just before the bull h hit the ground, Michael saw the insects try to flee from under the descending black mass that was coming toward them; none of them made it a step before they were ground into paste by the muscular bulk that now lay upon them.

"Stay here," Michael said, "this is going to be a surprise."

Turning from George Michael looked down at the micros to see where they were going. Almost immediately he saw what he was looking for. A hole in the ground with stairs going down; which all the micros were using to make an escape.

Smiling to himself he knelt down and reached inside the hole. The insects that were unfortunate enough to be in the way of his massive paw were flattened as soon as he made contact with them. Curling his fingers around under the roof eh pulled up hard and tore free a large expanse of road under which Michael could see a subway train.

As the train's conductor saw the massive canine face looming over them, eh began to start the train moving. Michael easily grabbed it and tore it free of the track. Sanding up again he looked it over. There were five cars in all, not a huge bounty but sufficient for what he had planned.

"Are you ready?" asked the husky.

"Yes," replied the bull some with a tinge of impatience in his voice. Michael looked at the front car of the train again then suddenly raised it to his lips and began to lick it. When it was coated in saliva he stopped behind George and began to rub the front car against the bull's tailhole.

The effect was instantaneous; the pucker widened and began pulling at the car as if it had a mind of its own. Michael slid the train forward slightly and the bull's rump seized it. The husky removed his hand and watched as the train was slowly consumed by the bull. He could see the people inside attempt to get out. When he removed it from eh tracks the power to the doors was cut off and they were swelled shut. Michael gave the people inside a little wave as the last car was consumed. He strained his ears to hear the micros inside the toy his friend had just eaten. If he listened closely he could still hear their faint screams inside the dual prison. "Now." Cried the bull.

Michael knew what his friend wanted. Moving into position he lay down on top of him. Bringing back his hips he slamed forward, entering the bull with practiced ease. At his first thrust, he felt the subway still traveling inside the bull. He knew it would not last long against his ministrations, so he had to finish quickly.

Bringing thoughts of the day's events to his mind, Michael felt his climax coming quickly. That plus the tightness of his friend served to finish him fast. With every thrust he felt the train sink a little deeper, and when he came he made sure the head of his member was directly behind the train so it would catch his full load.

George felt the subway jerk forward when the husky began to empty his sack. Each blast it took sent it deeper into his tunnel until it fell into his bowels. That second hole was still loose and eager to accept Michael's cum. When George felt the husky cum filling his bowels it gave him the final push he needed and his passion joined his friend's and the screamed out in unison.

The two separated and lay still. Both of them were spent from the day's activities and they took this moment to reflect on it and to catch their breath. Michael stood after a moment and waved to his friend, "looks like we have time for more round of play before we have to go."

George looked up at the sun, seeing that it was just over the mountains in the distance he replied, "You're right. We better make this one count."

"No kidding, but it'll be hard to top this one."

George laughed and said, "Then I will just have to try harder."

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