Macro Mischief - Nuts to be you
#4 of Daily Mischief
Macro Mischief - Nuts To Be You
By Jack the Wolverine
Big Dan ignored the sirens blaring and cars speed around his monstrous paws as he made his way through the city. It was cold and only getting colder. The last leaves of fall were beginning to...well fall and winter was setting in. And this gray squirrel had spent his whole summer romping around and was the metaphorical grasshopper in the old children's fable story. Parting, lazing in the summer sun, staying out late getting drunk with buds as they rampaged around and overall doing everything that wasn't very productive in the means of hibernating for the coming winter. Winter was on them. And now he was here.
Coming down from the mountain ridge and stomped his way into one of the small folks cities. Their buildings were nearly as tall as the fifty foot squirrel but his eyes weren't on these skyscrapers. They did however get in his way and he kept stubbing his toes on the smaller ones, the park cars and other little things on the ground. He didn't understand the small wooden like trees with wires connecting to them, they were like trip wires and he fell over once or twice on them crushing everything in his wake. Finally he understood why so many of his friends go about stomping and smashing the damn things - everything that was. They get in the way, not natural or clean as the trees of the forest and the air here was thick; smog making his eyes water a bit and it only fueled his annoyance with this place.
His large paw came down on top of a Suddan that crumbled like a flimsy paper cup under the weight of the rodent it supported. And it did feel good to step on the annoying bug that had ran into his big toe. Still this wasn't the reason why he came here. Even if it was fun to stomp his way down main street and see the chaos he created from just being here.
A cold wind blew by, making the naked squirrel shudder and he recalled exactly why he had come down here. Most his kind would bury things in the dirt or store up for the winter. Well he didn't exactly have the time for this, seeing as how he had a life - or that was his argument on the matter. Instead he was just going to take a short cut and do all of that at once.
Reaching down he slowly dragged his hand over the side walk, scooping up a good dozen of the small ones into his clawed hand. Lifting it up in the same motion his jaw dropped open showing off his large buck teeth and with a quick shove tossed the whole lot into his muzzle. He slurped over the squirming creatures and shoved them into one of his cheeks that slightly bulged for the outside world to see.
Dan just crouched down on his powerful legs, sack hanging for the world to see and continued scooping, grabbing and collecting the tiny morsels up. Stuffing his cheeks until they began to fully bulge. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit as a rather large wolf tried to resist, fighting back as he picked the small canine up with just two fingers. It kicked and bit at him, punching at his fingers.
His cheeks were already stuffed and he wasn't sure how much more he could fit inside them. Another idea came to mind as he took a earth shaking seat on his rear end. His giant tail swayed behind him knocking everything out of it's way. His cheeks were just one thing he could store things for the winter.
Using his other hand he stroked his already hard cocked and lifted the massive thing up towards the sun above them. It cast a wide shadow over the nearby city. He chuckled darkly as he moved his legs and slammed them into the ground trapping a massive group of fleeing tinys between the cul de sac his legs formed. Running a single finger down his length he moved the still fighting wolf over to his now throbbing member. It twitched, pulsing like a hungry beast and with a yawning, gaped open as he pushed the very startled wolf down into it.
Dan winced at first before groaning loudly, using his tongue to roll around several of the loose bites he still had shoved into his cheeks. The tiny wolf quickly vanished into the rodents own fleshy skyscraper. Dan twitched and rubbing his rear firmly into the cement road in pleasure as the tiny canine sunk deeper inside him. He was only the first to come.
Something so small only had a tiny effect on the massive macro. So he chose to use quantity over quality and began plucking up more of these small creatures cowering in fear and gladly began storing them for the coming winter.
It was only, at first, one at a time. But that wasn't enough to sate his ever growing lustful hunger. Two side by side could actually really be felt. So what would three, four bring? He had to find out. Unfortunately as he shoved the twentieth inside Dan soon saw the lack of things to store. The large gray fur sac was already beginning to hang low at being filled but this wouldn't nearly be able to hold him for the long winter.
Then, caused by a tiny cat in his muzzle giving him a sharp bite, an idea came to mind.
Smashing back against a building he lazed back, opened his legs up, stretching out and stroked over himself. Bending down he opened his muzzle wide giving those inside a chance to see their fate. Drooled seeped down his muzzle, connecting the top jaw to the bottom and with it, like flies caught in a web, more than a dozen furs trapped inside. Finally able to get a fresh breath of air only to lose it as that massive, flexing head sealed the only favorable exit the rodent could offer.
Slurping on himself he shudder, legs tightening and he could taste the pre beginning to seep out of his fatty nuts and into his hungry maw. It only helped served as the proper lubricant needed, along with his own spittle, as his tongue began to coax and shove every tiny creature trying to escape from it towards their inevitable doom.
Teasing his own tip only made the squirrel shiver in delight, this was the very reason why he hadn't collect things for the winter and the very thing that was going to save him. Their tiny bodies with slurped and slathered in his juices before being shoved roughly into his length, sliding down its slick insides and with flexing muscles and a powerful 'gulp' consume them deep into his ever growing sac.
It filled up nicely and it only made the squirrel grin larger. After all a squirrel is measured by the nuts he can store and he was going to have the biggest pair this coming winter.
It was hard to tell by the end of it if he had gotten them all. The squirming bodies inside his sac were so distracting he wasn't even aware, as he slurped his lips after, that a few strays had managed to escape to the further part of his cheeks and tongue. With a loud gulp he finished them off, licking his lips once more at the salty broth that was his pre. Oh yes, he thought. They would make a good meal for this winter.
Big Dan got up slowly, sac swaying back and forth as it hung between his muscular thighs. With a roll of his shoulders, a couple more smacking of his lips and another large swallow to get rid of that last pesky fox that managed to survive this long, he stomped off towards the downtown in hopes of finding as much things he could find, for his nuts to store for the winter to come.