Gone Fishing.

By Rui Lil'Sid

It was a nice day to be out fishing and that was exactly what Ken, a 36 year old fox, was doing. Finally the weekend arrived. After a stressful week at work trying to sale cars at a dealer for a living, and not selling any with the bosses breathing down his neck, a day of quiet relaxation was in order.

Ken grabbed his SUV right before dawn, loaded it with his fishing implements and drove far away from the city. He drove for about an hour, got off the highway and took the dirt road to the forest. It was 9 AM when the fox arrived to the river, flowing right from the nearby mountains, more than a hundred miles away from the concrete jungle, its noises, its smells, and its chaos. Birds chirped above, flowing water and other nature sounds and fresh air filled the relaxing clear.

He didn't really want to fish as much as to get away from his life for a day. The fox got a lawn chair, a six pack of beer, and a fishing rode. He opened the chair by the river, popped a beer can open, and sat down. The hook whistled cutting the air until it hit the cold flowing water while Ken kicked back holding the fishing rod with a paw and the beer with the other one. He covered his face with the silly fishing cap that complemented his fishing attire, hoping no fish would bite and distract him from his relaxation as he slipped into a sleepy drowsiness.

Birds chirped in agitation and lifted flight from the trees. Ken woke up with a jump from his haze when the ground trembled slightly. He stood up, put the fishing rod on a holder and looked around. The city was quite far to have felt the tremor. Then, the ground shook again, this time a bit stronger than earlier. More birds left their nests and flew away. The fox got anxious at the strange tremors. The ground shook again, then one more time, and then harder.

Ken turned around, ready to grab his stuff and leave the place... The fox jumped back, tripped with himself and fell to the ground on his rump. His jaw fell open in astonishment as his eyes fixed on the nearby mountain. Right by the massive rock formation stood an anthro tiger as large as the mountain itself. The beast's muscles were humongous; the thick white fur did very little to hide the frame underneath. The giant was built like a sculpture of Atlas, and by its size, he may not be able to hold the world on his back, but probably a mountain.

The tiger lifted a footpaw and took a step forward. The fox squealed in distress with the quake caused and tried to get back on his feet, but he just accomplished crawling a few feet back. Trees reached barely to the giant's ankle. Stunned by the cheer size of the beast before him, Ken could just wonder how big he was, because, the monster was obviously a "he." The tiger must have been close to fifteen hundred feet tall or bigger.

The titan bent down and seemed to stare at the ground between his colossal legs and began to reach for something by his feet. When he stood up, a paw was carrying a mass of wriggling animals. Ken gasped and crawled on his four until he was hiding behind a tree trunk, but still having a good spectacle of the events unfolding past the clear. The massive beast brought his paw to his muzzle. He opened his maw wide and dropped his pawful of squirming animals into it. The immense jaws closed and the tiger chew and swallowed naturally.

The enormous feline gazed back down to the ground, but apparently, at his size it was hard not to clean up the place of fauna in a single gulp. To the fox's surprise, the furry mountain stopped staring to his feet and vaguely began looking into the horizon. His right paw moved to the gigantic genitalia and began groping the furry orbs. A giant paw leaned against the mountain, like it was a wall. The fox saw a faint dust cloud around the fingers as they sunk in the bare rock while the tiger sat down with a boom followed by the earth shaking. The mighty paw moved off the mountain, causing a distant landslide, and joined the other one, continuing groping the orbs, each so big that could fit into a small lake.

The ground kept shaking and the fox held onto the tree trunk. A cloud of dust came towards him and a footpaw larger than a semi truck was rushing after the dust while the tiger stretched his right leg casually. Ken turn around and darted away from the coming destruction while a furrow as wide as the river bed was being created on the ground by the advancing footpaw, uprooting trees and crushing any animals left in its path as if it had a mind of its own. The truck was caught in the way and instantly crushed to a pancake under the advancing sole. Ken jumped to the side in the last moment when the imposing footpaw stopped moving mere feet away from him.

The dust slowly set down while the fox panted heavily and coughed. A footpaw as big as a 20 stories building rose before him. Toes bigger than busses wiggled high above idly. The sections of the vast sole that touched the ground were covered in thick, rubbery-looking pads... and showed sparse signs of red stains of remains that the beast had crushed, hopefully, unaware.

Ken's awe was interrupted when his nostrils were suddenly hit by an overwhelming male musk. He looked past the wall of furry and muscles that made up the giant's calve until his eyes landed on the colossus' sheath. The pouch opening on top of the massive orbs seemed capable of holding a train inside, and it was growing by the second with the stimulation that the gigantic paws were giving to the furry sac. A pink-red spire engorged and began poking past the widening opening of the sheath.

The monster leaned his back against the mountain and began to growl low purring sounds that made the whole valley rumble. To Ken's continuous amazement, the giant male's cock continued to grow and exude a strong, male scent, amplified by the size of the organ. The pheromones filling the air hit the little fox's senses, and probably, any living animal's in the area due to their intensity, arousing the poor vulpine, slowly losing his mind the more he breathed the thickening air. The tiger's malehood rising before Ken quickly reached the size of a Boeing 747. Just then, a mighty paw wrapped around it and began stroking the 200 feet length up and down slowly and increasing in speed gradually.

The giant's moans grew in intensity and began shaking the rock formation supporting his ample back, causing further landslides that went unnoticed by the lewd titan as he pleased himself unaware of the chaos that his casual action were causing to the smaller beings. The tiger began humping through his paw. The massive balls began lifting and slamming down against the ground, crushing all trees and animals underneath as the ground itself cracked under the stress. The water was splashing the sides of the river with the trembling, like a water glass being shaken around on purpose.

Ken's mind faintly urged him to run away, but his elicited sexual desires were more powerful than his instincts. Lost in his forced lusted state by the increasing male musk in the area, the fox opened his fly and began stroking his own erection. The ground shaking all around made him kneel down to avoid falling over while he jerked off his induced desire.

The colossal feline kept stroking himself faster. His muscles began tensing and flex in a display of masculinity. Sweat formed all over the titan's frame, mating his white fur, making the black stripes look shiny while a small ecosystem was forming around him with so much musk being formed and his sweat creating a drizzle over all the trees, like salty dew. The remaining animals in the area were overwhelmed, nearly suffocated in the humongous tiger body juices as he was simply pleasuring his male urges oblivious of the inferior beings suffering for his unconscious enjoyment.

The enormous beast bellowed as he stroked faster, feeling his orgasm closer as an explosion of pre-cum erupted up and crashed down, knocking over a few trees and covering others in gallons of the thick, slimy sexual fluid. The grip tightened around the engorging tower of flesh and he went even faster at it, slamming his balls against the ground, shaking the mountain and the valley under his immense weight.

Ken also stroke himself madly and finally shot his seed all over the ground. His orgasm lasted a good minute until the fox finally fell down and lied on his back, twitching in sexual release after one of the biggest orgasms he ever had, possibly the result of the excessive exposure to sexual hormones, no matter sex. After release, his mind took charge again, albeit the overpowering male musk strewn by the titanic tiger pleasuring himself around the fox. Ken looked at the mountain of furry muscles before him and attempted to crawl away despite the constant shaking of the ground and the water splashing out of the river every time the house-sized ball sac slammed against the ground.

The fox suddenly cried out and held his paws to his ear while they blew up and began to bleed when the monster let out a powerful roar that caused a part of the rocky mountain to fall off and escaping bands of birds to fall dead to the ground. A flood of white fell on top of a group of trees instantly uprooting and crushing them with the power of the blast. More cum continued to cover the valley while those otherworldly balls unloaded their seemingly infinite contents. Another burst crashed right by the hapless fox. Ken tried to crawl away while in pain when the building-sized footpaw moved. The huge toes curled and dug deep pits against the soil with gigantic claws as the behemoth was consumed in his destructive orgasm. The thick tiger seed reached the fox, covering him in the warm, smelly fluid.

The climax finally subsided. The massive male was covered in his own spunk and yet, the forest was buried in more of his seed.

Poor Ken squirmed and struggled in vain, trying to escape the pool sticky cream that was enveloping him, or at least, trying to keep his head out of it to breathe. To the fox horror, a wave of white advanced down the river bed. He saw the fishes dying as the viscous liquid replaced the water.

A shadow fell over the fox. He looked up in anguish and with a scream, his squirms increased in effort: a tiger sole as big as a building was hovering over him and descending over the small lake of cum he was stuck in. Ken screamed and wriggled with all his strength until the footpaw finally settled on him. With a quick screech, the fox's body was pulverized under the vast sole as tons of tiger foot were settled upon him unceremoniously when the titanic tiger simply got comfortable after releasing his loins and unconsciously exterminating the life of the forest with a single orgasm.