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"So they can't see us?" Carpo asked. He was slightly taller, and slightly bulkier than his companion, but not by much. Of course, compared to ocean of humanity that flooded the street he stood on, he was monolithic in size. Brown fur coated his lower body, and tan feathers were over his top. Large, clawed feet bore deep holes into the blacktop street beneath him. In fact, his substantial weight was causing cracks to run through the street, but none of the humans seemed to realize. They simply walked around the cracks and the cars instinctively avoided the truck sized toes that were planted firmly in the middle of the road.

"They cannot perceive us," Corv said. "There's a difference." While Carpo's called upon the idea of a classical griffon, Corv seemed like more of a general anthromorphic bird. Large, black eyes skimmed the street casually. White feathers, peppered with black, covered his body to the extent it seemed he had no fur at all. His head was distinctly birdish, while Carpo's was more an odd blend of feline and avian. An ornithologist might compare Corv to a peregrine falcon, although never in all of time had there been a normal falcon that could rival Corv's size.

"What difference would that be?"

"We're not invisible, and even if we were, they would still smell you a mile away. If we're not doing anything, their little minds simply ignore us, unless we do something overt." The corners of his beak upturned with a smile, and he leaned close to Carpo. "Want to see something overt?"

Carpo gave a passive shrug, though he would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued. Corv squatted down slowly, and came to hover over the ocean of tinies. His muscular legs spread apart to keep balance, as his large, black eyes swayed side to side, at last spotting a large bus trudging casually down the street. Corv waited for it patiently, and when the bus was within range, he reached down and delicately squeezed it between two fingers. For a moment, the bus' horsepower and momentum nearly let it slip through his fingers. Corv squeezed it tighter, his strong claws causing the metal chassis to yield and the windows to implode. His sharp talons sank into the bus' innards and he managed to lift it carefully into the air. For those on the street, by all appearances, the bus had suddenly lifted off the ground under its own volition.

As if waking from a collective dream, all the men and women on the street were suddenly aware of the two titanic avians standing casually in their midst. For a moment, this mob of humanity continued to stare. It was still difficult for their brains to perceive the colossal bodies composed of fur and feathers. They tried to somehow rationalize it as a dream or something not real. Then a single scream rose from somewhere in the center mass of humanity, and soon all the other little voices joined in, rising in volume enough that Carpo actually heard them.

Corv's black eye gazed through the bus' cracked windows. Little flat faces stared back, utterly baffled by what was happening. They held tight to their seats or the overhead bars, as if it might spare them whatever fate the avian god holding them had planned. In fact, from how delicate the giant was behaving, they actually thought this was all just some strange dream.

Corv carefully placed his off hand against the bus' front, palm on the front window and bumper. He placed his other hand against the bus' backside. Carpo watched closely as the muscles on Corv's chest flexed and tensed. His pectorals were framed gorgeously by the white, slightly ruffled, feathers on his chest, and Carpo could see every muscle flexing and pressing out from the layer of skin and feathers. For a moment, nothing happened, but Corv continued applying pressure, and soon the center of the bus exploded in all directions. The shrieks of those on the bus were drowned out by the whines of metal and glass, broken and bending under the muscles of the bird. Flexing suddenly, Corv closed his hands and flattened the bus between his palms. Sighing softly at the raw power he held, he casually dropped the hunk of broken metal to the ground.

Corv was breathing a bit heavy. He looked down at his hands, coated in gore and gasoline, and then further down his body to his erection, just starting to crown out from the feathers that covered his crotch. The white feathers on his cheeks turned a cute shade of red. Between him and Carpo, he was the veteran of these sort of games, and he was a little embarrassed to be so aroused after something so small and simple. He felt better when, looking to Carpo, he noticed his griffon friend had already strayed a hand down to his erection, and was presently massaging the head to coax the rest of the shaft out.

The veil shattered. The humans were struggling to escape from the four massive, clawed feet that occupied the entire street. Corv watched them a moment, amused, before taking a small step forward. He lifted his mighty foot and allowed it to hover ominously over the mob's head. His foot descended quickly, but stopped mere inches away from the crushing anyone. He looked to Carpo, and gave a genuinely friendly smile. Corv pulled his foot back and walked behind Carpo before, giving him a little nudge. "You go ahead," he said gently. "Pop your cherry. That's what the humans would say."

Still idly rubbing his growing cock, Carpo took a small step forward. He made sure his foot fell so his clawed toes were mere inches from the mob. Lifting his other foot, he swung it over the sea of humanity and selected the spot where the mob was densest. As he hoped, the group was so densely packed they could not retreat to their left or right or forward. In fact, he had selected a spot so deep in the mob, they couldn't even go back the way they had come (not that they wanted to with the three additional feet in plain view.)

Carpo's large, avian feet were a deep, near-gold yellow color. Four toes dotted the slender center sole, and each of these toes was tipped with a large, razor sharp black claw. A crisscross of wrinkles and cracks covered the underside of the golden foot. As it came closer and closer to the sea of humans, some reached up, and were shocked and disgusted that the foot was warm, smooth, and even slightly squishy. The toes wiggled, and the black claws brushed through the mob, effortlessly slicing through flesh and bone. Splashes of crimson gushed out of the sliced bodies and washed over the toes. Despite being such small points of heat, it felt wonderful on Carpo's slightly weary foot, and he quickly lowered his foot down fully. With virtually no resistance, the bodies popped to warmth and washed over his cracked sole. The sound popping of bones was so loud, Carpo heard it distinctly. It was like the sound of a tree, shattered in half by a strong gust of wind. Carpo lifted his other foot and brought it down in the midst of the humans, though was far slower than before. This time, he really wanted to savor the cracking of bones beneath his great weight. After the thorough crack of bones, there was a squishing, squelching noise, as wetness bubbled up between his toes.

A gasp rippled through his lungs, and looking down he realized his erection was not only fully engorged, but drooling white cream. Heavy droplets of his seed accumulated at the slit that topped his heavy shaft. When these droplets grew too heavy, gravity pulled them to the ground, and they flooded the street in musky goo.

Corv nudged Carpo as he casually strolled forward. While Carpo, a virgin to this, and took his steps slow and filled with fear, Corv sauntered without a care in the world. One might even excuse his actions as thoughtless, but by looking carefully, Carpo could see Corv was only selecting the spots where the humans were densest, and for whatever reason was avoiding treading on any of the many cars and buses that choked the street's escapes.

Corv turned on his heels so he was facing Carpo, and revealed the magnificent erection that jutted from his groin. He was smaller and slimmer than Carpo "down there," but somehow the slender shape of his cock was still quite aesthetically appealing. "Like this," Corv said, and scooped up two meaty handfuls of humanity. These dozens of humans were abruptly crushed and squeezed against his drooling shaft, and Corv let out a sound comparable to an earth bird cawing.

Carpo kneeled down, though spread his legs wide and allowed his massive rump to fall to the ground. There was the pleasant feel of a few humans and the odd car pressing against one of his buttocks, and then flattening completely against the ground. For a brief moment, he got to enjoy the crackle of bones and whine of metal, then the squishing, squelching sound as his weight settled fully. The humans were finally starting to retreat; into the buildings that surrounded them or even running past the distracted giants, but Carpo managed to gather two good sized handfuls, and abruptly smothered them against his slick flesh. Lightning surged through him. Rather than caw like Corv, throaty growls slipped from out of his throat and mouth.

Avians were not exactly reserved about sexual manners. He and Corv had made love any number of times in their eternal life, yet never had Carpo felt a sensation quite like this. It was enticing, the thought there were still pleasures to be had, pleasures these tinies could give him.

It was the volume of tinies he could smother against his penis and balls that made it so enticing. The familiar contours of his claw or the claw of another avian could only do so much. But the feel of twenty or thirty little hands, all beating against his cock and glans at once, all beating different spots in a feeble attempt at escaping the smothering pressure, was absolutely heavenly. If he squeezed too hard and his present batch was turned to jelly, there were always more to replace them.

Even beyond the purely physical, there was the lustful cruelty of holding hundreds of lives in his hand, and abruptly snuffing them out. It was so rare that Carpo could let loose and give in to every cruel impulse he could fancy. The unchallenged power that he held over all these little creatures, the feel of their warm blood washing over his aching shaft and their little screams filling his ears, the feel of them still squirming under his rump and the scent of blood... The dozens of stimuli cascaded and combined into one, and suddenly a jolt rippled through his body. Both hands gripped his cock tight, holding the squishy warmth and flailing limbs against it, before at last his testicles tensed. It was actually painful. Suddenly, there was a great weight inside his testicles, begging and pushing to escape the fuzzy sack. He jerked up, thrusting into his face. His toes flexed and clenched, and then sighed softly as a splash of white rushed up his flesh pillar.

Carpo's body tensed with each spurt that gushed out of his cock, only to loosen up, and then tense once more. They were exhausting, even painful, ripples of lust. The people still on the street, too slow to escape into buildings and too lucky to be snatched by the greedy avian hands, found a torrent of white flooding forth and washing them away.

Carpo struggled to catch his breath. His body shook and tingled as pleasure still rippled through him, though the afterglow faded quickly. Before it was fully gone, his head was lifting and he was shifting his gaze, this way and that way, thinking of what more could be done. So eager for another game, he didn't even notice as Corv silently strolled behind him. In fact, it wasn't until Corv gave his tail a strong yank that he realized he was there. He growled softly under his breath and looked over his shoulder to see Corv displaying a large bus, just like the one he had destroyed a few minutes before.

"Could you get on your knees?" Corv asked as he sat down, Indian style, behind Carpo. "All fours, if you would."

The brown avian laughed, and did as he was asked. Looking over his shoulder, he swayed his hips side to side. "Like the view?"

Corv rolled his eyes. He lifted the bus to his black eye and peeked inside. Maybe two dozen flat faces were pressed against the windows, staring. Someone had the bright idea to open the door and try to flee, and ended up plummeting to the ground, popping to jelly instantly. Corv shook his head. "By the winds, we're doing the universe a favor killing these pests off."

No more humans attempted to flee the bus, which was good. Perhaps they hoped the avian god might prove merciful. Or perhaps they hoped he would grow bored with the bus and simply set it down. Whatever the reason, leaving the bus was an assured death. Corv turned the bus around, so its rear was facing Carpo's backside. Bored, but still adhering to the request, Carpo folded his arms beneath his head and relaxed, waiting for whatever his friend had planned. When the cold steel of the bus' rear bumper touched Carpo's flexing anus, he shot straight up, eyes almost bulging out of his head.

Corv gripped one of Carpo's buttocks tight, and pulled it wide apart. Whimpers could be heard escaping Carpo as the bus was steadily pushed up against the pucker, the wrinkled skin forced to stretch wide to compensate the cool metal shell. Screams could be heard emanating from the bus now, as rolls of pink flesh opened, revealing the depths of the avian's bowels.

The wheels of the bus had never stopped spinning madly, so when they touched the moist flesh of Carpo's pucker, they struggled to find purchase. The stimulation only caused the strong ring of muscles to clench and crush the back end of the bus. The wheels were squeezed so tight by the warm, slick flesh; they came to a complete stop, burning the motor. Corv waited several moments for the ring of muscle to open up. The very moment the ring was not so tightly clenched, he pressed on the bus from the front and jammed it in several feet. Again, the wheels spun to life, though this time they were already firmly within the silky bowels of the avian, and only succeeding in pleasuring the great bird.

For those inside the doomed ride, the back of the bus had been crushed almost completely, and they flocked to the front in a hope for escape. Corv had anticipated this, however, and his delicate fingers squeezed the sides of the bus, keeping the door firmly shut, denying them a quick fall and death. The pink flesh of Carpo's bowels rolled over the bus' sides, smearing slime across the cracking windows. When the bus hit a wall, the men and woman inside thought they might possibly be safe. A few inches of the bus' snout was still outside the grim ring, providing daylight and a trickle of fresh air through the cracked windscreen. But the wall yielded, revealing an endless stretch of slimy bowels for the bus to travel.

Carpo groaned as the bus was pushed in a few more precious feet. The majority of its bulk had gone past his tight ring. His anus squeezed suddenly, smothering the source of light and fresh air for those inside. Looking closely, Corv could just see the silver bumper of the bus housed between the two massive, dark brown cheeks. Standing, he gave Corv's muscled glutes a little slap. The cheeks slammed together and the anus squeezed, and when the fat was no longer jiggling, not a trace of bus could be seen inside the pucker.

Carpo could feel his anal walls squeeze the bus tighter, crushing it bit by bit. He lowered his upper body down and rested there for several minutes, panting softly. The coolness of the metal frame felt wonderful against his sweltering flesh, but what he truly adored was the feel of the bus slowly traveling deeper inside him. The tires continued to spin in a fruitless effort to escape, making Carpo shiver and snarl.

"Feels good?" Corv asked.

Carpo snarled. The cool weight had settled right against his avian prostate. A sharp piece of metal was poking the flesh wall in some strange, wonderful way.

For a while, Carpo rested there, panting loudly. Every time he shifted or tried to stand, the bus rubbed against him in some new way and sent another spasm through his body. It took three tries, but eventually he managed to get to his clawed feet. The bus settled against his prostate and promised him an endless source of pleasure.

He was not sure where Corv had gone, but he could hear distant crashes and caws and assumed the falcon was enjoying himself somewhere else. Carpo began to walk in the opposite direction. Every so often, he found a straggler or a nice big group of humans, and he crushed them under his massive, golden feet. Sometimes he found a car that attempted to outrun him. It took barely two or three strides before he was in front of it, and dropped his foot into its path. Then, before it could shift into reverse, he placed his other foot onto the car's roof, and took such pleasure in slowly crushing every inch of it. Sometimes he found a van, and liked to think that it was filled with hundreds of tinies all at once, right before he crushed it.

After a bit of walking, Carpo turned a corner and found a veritable unbroken flood of humanity right at his talons. Not just humans either. There were cars and trucks and buses, all pressed shoulder to shoulder, trying to escape through the main tunnel that was the best means out of the island city.

Carpo spread his talons wide and dropped his massive golden claw into the swarm. The bodies were turned to jelly instantly, and warmth bubbled up between his truck-sized toes. Despite that, he found himself frowning. There was no way to savor the individual pops and squishes if he simply dropped his foot like that. And there were so many humans pushing and shoving their way through the entrance to a narrow tunnel, there was really no rush. Sure, a few managed to squeeze and escape the immediate threat, but there were thousands left behind. Carpo walked as if he were on a carpet of squirming mud. The humans were little more than that, after all: mud. He listened to the pop and crackle of bones, the pitiful screams. He soaked his feet in gore and ground his foot side to side to really mash the bodies to a pulp.

He walked until he was right in the middle of the teaming, boiling mass, and spread his legs apart. He had to dig his claws into the street lest he slip on the slick ground and fall. He didn't really mind crushing the humans under his ass, but first, he was rather hungry.

Eating was not easy for an avian. His beak lacked teeth, after all. In his many travels, he had found the best option when eating tinies was to stuff as many as he could into his beak, then mash them up. If he desired, he would crush them against the roof of his mouth with his tongue, so he could really savor the taste of their blood. The remains were pushed to the back of his throat in a substantial lump, and soon they settled in his belly as a large, though pleasant, bulk. After his first mouthful, crimson was dribbling down his golden beak in great waves. Even slipping his tongue out over his mouth did nothing to curb the steady dribbles of red. He gathered another handful of humans and decided to take his time: munching them up into paste with his beak and tongue, and then tilting his head back to gulp them down with a vulgar display.

Some humans attempted to flee in vehicles. What fools they were. Their blocky cars and trucks did little more than add to the suffocating pileup, but they would serve his purposes just fine. He reached for them, and gathered all the cars and trucks within reach, then lined them up in a neat little row: smallest to largest. Snatching up the smallest, a rather adorable navy blue Volkswagen, Carpo lifted it to his golden eye and peered inside. Three tinies stared back. Not that impressive, but not bad either. Carpo rolled onto his side and brought the Volkswagen around to his rear. His tail swept back, knocking hundreds of humans down as he exposed the cleft of his rather large butt. Perhaps the driver of the Volkswagen realized what Carpo had planned, because the wheels were suddenly spinning in reverse. Carpo almost lost hold of it, but abruptly stuffed the nose of the car against his warm, wrinkled pucker. The vibrating, oddly shaped vehicle was the perfect size and shape to fit inside him, and it's short stature meant before he knew it, it was driving deep into his bowels.

He snatched up the next car, a sedan, and without even checking if it had any occupants, he shoved it under his slender tail. The larger size meant it didn't fit as easily inside him, though he didn't mind. The bulk vibrated his tight pucker, making him clench and gradually squeeze the car, which in turn forced it deeper, and soon it was driving along his tunnel, destined to join the bus and the Volkswagen resting against his prostate.

People and vehicles were shoved inside him, one by one. If his pickings grew too slim, he simply scooted closer towards the tunnel and scooped up clawfuls of men, women and cars. He grew accustomed to the constant bliss of pressure against his prostate, but his cock was constantly drooling white.

Perhaps ten cars of various sizes, and a hundred humans, were lost between his smothering glutes before he finally felt a content sense of full. His eyes swayed through the sea of humanity, at last spotting an SUV, such an obnoxious color yellow it was just begging to be taken. Holding the SUV by the sides, he brought it to his eye, and peered in through the windows. The SUV was absolutely chock full of tinies, nine or ten at least! He smiled cruelly, before rolling onto his belly and lifting his hind quarters into the air. His tail was actually swaying side to side in excitement as he gently pressed the SUV's bumper against his puckered hole. As stretched as he was, the SUV's front engine (which was still vibrating,) hummed and quivered against his rim smoothly. He took a deep breath and flexed his puckered hole, before pushing the SUV in about halfway. It still vibrated and purred, working like a motorized butt plug for the avian, who eased himself back to a seated position. He reached forward for another handful of humanity, but found none within reach. Frowning, he looked about, and though there were humans here and there, there were not nearly enough for him to satisfy the deep pit of lust.

So Carpo got to his feet and headed back into the city, groaning and whining with each step that shifted the contents of his bowels. Just for fun, he rammed into whatever buildings he passed, and cawed with delight as humans streamed forth. A god like he shouldn't walk on the ground, after all. Every step should be on warm, bubbling mud. He sauntered along, eyes swaying, searching, until he came to an area of the city that had already been demolished. It seemed he had found Corv.

Corv was a veteran of destruction, and it showed in every action he took. Carpo could admit his own actions were little more than those of an overexcited child. Although he killed many humans, many more had managed to slip through his talons. With Corv, however, there was a beautiful efficiency to his destruction. Examining the ruins of what had once been an apartment building; Carpo marveled how the other avian had carved the structure up like a feast fit for the gods. He stroked the ruins with his talon gently, and then looked over the street. Lots and lots of red splotches, but not a single dismembered arm or survivor, still squirming in the gore of his fellows. If Corv was nothing else, he was efficient.

Carpo finally spied the large, black wings that belonged to falcon avian. They were stretched out at his sides, obscuring Corv's shape, so Carpo wasn't quite sure what he was up to. As quiet as he could, Carpo snuck up behind Corv and gently peeked over his shoulder.

Despite being a veteran to these games, Corv's hand was shaking something fierce. Held in his claw was a bus that he had densely packed with humanity. Their little arms were stretching out of open windows as if to warn Corv that they were inside, as if that would inspire some ping of mercy inside the avian god. Because the windows were open, and the proximity of the bus to Corv's crotch, the scent of bird musk was flooding the vehicle, making those inside gag. Corv poked a gentle talon through the bus' front window, poking a neat little hole. Then, gripping the bus in two hands, he carefully guided it so his slim glans were poking through the hole.

Of course the humans tried to press to the back of the bus. The entire front of the bus was suddenly replaced by a flesh colored slit, spilling a flood of white cream into the bus' confines. The white seed flowed over the floor of the bus and soaked the feet of the panicking humans. They were screaming so loud, both Corv and Carpo could distinctly hear the prayers they were reciting.

Clenching his beak tight, Corv thrust his hips forward and rammed his cock halfway into the bus. Four humans were suddenly pinned under his glans, and their collective strength and weight managed to keep his erection from crushing them instantly. Rolls of white cream oozed out of the gaping slit, drowning those pinned under his flesh, and their strength suddenly yielded. The sight for those crammed into the back of the bus was unimaginable. They had watched four men instantly reduced to red paste. The entire front was now the murderous shaft, constantly drooling white and flooding the increasingly cramped confines of the bus with foul smelling seed.

Corv took a deep breath. He eased his erection forward slowly. All the littles in the back of the bus were now pressing against his spear. When he thrust his erection forward, he could feel bones shatter beneath his sensitive glans. He thrust again and again, rocking his hips back and forth, smashing the squirming tinies into a fine past that washed his aching cock in blood. Grunting, and thrusting forward, his impressive testicles contracted. A moment later, a splash of white gushed out of the shaft. The bus was abruptly filled with white, drowning any of the humans who might have still been clinging to life. Drools of white broke the glass. Guzzles of seed washed down to the street and flooded it.

Reaching around Corv's body, Carpo gently took hold of the bus. Corv tilted back, leaning into his friend, as the mangled shell was carefully slid off the avian meat. "Impressive," Carpo said. "I want to try that."

Corv gently patted Carpo's cheek. "Come on. I have a better idea."

Corv gestured to a building almost twice the size of either avian, and almost three times as wide. Carpo leaned against the building, groaning as the vehicles and people inside his bowels settled, and he quietly coaxed his aching shaft as he watched the falcon. Corv stalked the building several times, looking it over. He had demolished every building around this one and herded all the tinies inside, this center hub of the entire city. He stroked the building and nuzzled it like he would a proper mate, mind racing with all he could do. His great shaft occasionally nudged the building, and windows cracked as the great, flesh pillar rested against it.

Standing behind Corv, Carpo wrapped his arms around the smaller avian's chest and stomach. Locking his wrists, he assured that Corv could not slip out of the embrace. Corv's body went tense as he felt the warm, thick girth of Carpo resting against his lower back, then between his buttocks. Corv actually reached behind him to grip his cheeks, and pulled them wide to show off the eagerly flexing pucker.

"I don't want to hurt you," Carpo joked, letting go of his friend. He moved to Corv's side and inspected the building. A long claw stroked the stone and glass façade, and suddenly punched through the front. Fingers splayed, Carpo fished through the building, at last pulling his hand back out and revealing about five tinies tightly caged in his fingers. Carpo's other hand burst through the building's façade and when it emerged, seven humans were furiously struggling with the titanic talons that held them.

The brown avian pressed his claws together and lowered them to the throbbing erection. Resting his drooling glans against the edge of his palms, he allowed dribbles of white to ooze forth and wash over the helpless men. Their constant screams were soon drowned as his hands became coated in an endless stream of white seed, but before they expired beneath the smothering load of pre, he shoved his hands forward and into the mass.

A hiss escaped his beak as he rose to his toes and squeezed the squirming bodies around his cock. Pink seed gushed between his fingers and coated the back of his hands as he held himself there for several moments. He pulled his hips back, and then rammed again. Panting, he was about to punch another hole in the building and fetch some more "volunteers," but Corv caught his wrist.

"Honestly, you are such a virgin," the falcon muttered. Facing the building again, Corv gripped his slender erection and carefully guided the engorged head to one of the building's windows. While Carpo's erection was thick and fat, climaxing in nearly flat glans, Corv's was slender and almost spear-like. It was absolutely perfect for pushing through the glass and bursting inside the building. Humans who had been pressed up against the windows, dumbstruck by the display, suddenly found the great and murderous shaft crashing forward with the weight and force of a freight train. Glass shattered and walls crumbled to dust as the powerful girth rushed through the building. When his pubic bone slammed against the stone façade, a spark of lightning rushed through Corv, and a splash of white pre exploded out of the gaping slit.

Carpo came to hug the building. Tilting his hips back, he thrust them forward suddenly, only to be deflected by the building's facade. Groaning, he rammed himself forward again, and this time the thick glans broke through the stone and glass in their way. Carpo's eyes widened and his head tilted back as he thrust his hips forward. He felt little humans pinned under his glans or the stretch of meaty erection, then turn to jelly and make it easier to slide forward. His cock pushed deeper in, and he suddenly felt his glans press against a wall, with perhaps a human pinned between. Of course this human beat and punched against the erection, though such struggles only made Carpo drool.

The brown avian pulled back, and then rammed forward. At first he felt that same human press against his slit, but suddenly his slit yielded, and he felt the tickle of a human traveling down his large, flesh pillar.

Carpo and Corv thrust and shoved their erections into the building. Their chests pounded the building, sending cracks through the façade. Pressed against the glass, humans watched with horror at the two titans, shoving themselves again and again.

Like a cannonball, a blob of white shot out of Carpo's magnificent erection and through the building. Aimed up, the blob rushed through the floors above it. Corv pulled his erection out fully, only to thrust it into a new spot in the building, ramming straight through the facade. Seed rushed against the windows, soon forcing them to crack under the weight. Pearls of white good rolled to the street. Spurt after spurt rushed through the two, until at last, a jagged gash ran up the middle of the building. The base of the building collapsed first, and the top tumbled down into a great heap of smoke and ash.

From out of the cloud of kicked up dust, the two avians emerged, flapping their wings furiously to reach fresh air high above. From their spot in the sky, they watched the cloud of brown raced through the city, smothering whatever buildings were still intact in an ugly atmosphere of choking haze. For a time, they waited, watching. When they descended back to the ground, their powerful wings beat the haze away, clearing a spot for them to stand amidst rubble and raze. Corv landed behind Carpo, and quickly wrapped his arms around the larger avian, giving him a snuggly hug. "Had fun?" he asked.

Carpo could manage little more than a choked caw. Corv nuzzled him gently with his beak. "You did great for your first time," Corv said. "And there are plenty more cities, just like this. There are plenty of more worlds, just like this."

Carpo took a deep breath, and then relaxed. Without forcing Corv to break the embrace, he twisted and turned carefully, soon facing his fellow avian. He tilted his head down and looked into Corv's black eyes. Plenty of cities, and plenty of worlds... "Let's get started," he said. "The night is still young."