The massive portal was a silvery, shimmery disk just above the
courthouse. The cozy city of Warren’s midday errands slowed to a
nervous, confused shimmer as they gradually noticed the discrepancy.
Some sort of light-presentation? A heat mirage? Neither were likely
considering it was November 12th.
The mirage shifted, and like a meteor, something descended.
CRASHHHHHH!!!
The courthouse exploded with the
thunderclap, collapsing brick and glass and metal into a haze of ash
and dust that elicited screams from both within and without, as the
four-legged monstrosity that had arrived raised its maw to the
heavens and released a devastating
HOWLLLLLLLL
that obliterated the last vestiges of calm within the petrified
onlookers. It wasn’t any mere giant dog… it was a Palamute, a
born-and-bred slayer of beasts from another world. This one was
garbed in various affects, such as a scarf and a pair of legging-like
articles that left her paws free. A form of leotard was wrapped
around her torso and waist and for good reason, as had she not been a
kaiju-like canine, her form would’ve been quite voluptuous and most
indecent for family audiences among the screaming crowds. Her massive
fluffy tail wagged wildly, sweeping wide arcs that dislodges orange
leaves from the trees lining the streets and cracking several windows
with its gusts.
The
Palamute’s narrow, wolf-like face then paused in its lamentation,
looked dead at its audience with a human-like focus, and giggled.
Opening
its mouth, a feminine voice of mature age masterfully manipulated
language, saying in that booming cadence: “Did I scare you?” She
smiled, her glistening edged fangs negating any sign of goodwill the
gesture might’ve indicated.
“Now,
it’s been a long trip, and I am not leaving until I’ve gotten as
many souvenirs as I can,” she said, taking a number of steps from
the rubble.
“You
better run,” she said with a disgustingly sweet cuteness, locking
one paw in place while scraping the ground with the other, “Because
I’m gonna… getcha!”
She
pounced.
It
was a bounding leap that smashed no fewer than four racing cars
trying to get away beneath her padded paws. Taking another leap, she
ground their forms into the pavement as she galloped once again,
bridging a distance several hundred feet down the road. The people
watched as her hanging breasts swung like a pendulum overhead in her
hop, then saw her land, pert doggy ass gyrating in motion along with
her tail. She turned around purposely, as dogs are wont to do,
allowing her sense of smell and intuition to guide her paws exactly
where they needed to be in order to effortlessly crush any such
passerby still in hiding. Some were impaled by her sharpened claws,
others again padded the prints of her toes with their blood and
viscera. The scent of their fear and death wafted into the Palamute’s
nose and she couldn’t help but drool, letting the globlets of her
saliva spill out onto the street, shattering windshields and
splashing those still sequestered in their hiding places as she
prowled.
Her
eyes scanned the road until they found their mark. One car that had
yet to be abandoned, overturned and immobile by her bounding rampage
but still occupied. This would be her prey.
The
Palamute clasped both paws on the car, elbows on the street as she
once again raising her behind to the sky. The Palamute’s nose
probed the windshield with greasy wet stains as she turned the
occupied car in her grip, she remained oblivious to the screaming and
discomfort and bouncing around from within, instead baring her teeth
before ripping off the front door.
“Ahh,
seems the whole family is here!”
It
was indeed true, a father and mother in the front seats, and a boy
and girl in the back.
“What
luck! A balanced meal,” she chirped, digging her maw into the car
and ripping into its inhabitants like a baked potato. Scraps of
metal, leather and glass, some strips of clothing, and the odd human
limb were thrown from the vehicle until the Palamute raised her
bloody red mouth from the snack, leaving the desiccated corpse of the
car empty as she swallowed the delightful morsels.
“Mmmmm,
that was utterly delightful!
Do all of you little mites taste this good?”
And
as she turned, the lovely, endowed Palamute returned to capturing the
fleeing citizens, gulping them down in full or in pieces. She tore
into the facades of buildings, catching the tumbling citizens as they
slide into her tummy. She switched seamlessly between walking on all
fours or standing at her full, towering height just to feel the cool
breeze aerate her form. Her tail swings and swings in joy and
elation, its motion slicing down telephone poles and monuments as the
scar of destruction on the city grows more and more irreparable. And
she stomped, never missing the opportunity to pound any number of
people beneath the deliciously soft and smooth paws that lined the
bottoms of her feet, sanitizing them with their viscera like an
exotic lotion. Fires burned, but they did not stop the devoted
Palamute, who only giggled more and more as her fur was matted
increasingly with the blood of her prey. Lazily scratching her leg on
the side of an apartment complex caused it too to crash to the ground
in a surprising stroke of luck, revealing those that escaped the
Palamute’s ire and aggression to her in the wreckage.
“When
are you tiny little humans going to learn?” the Palamute chided,
glaring down at the groups of people amidst the debris with an
expression that would’ve seemed genuinely disappointed.
“There
is no hiding from me! And now, if you’re not going to play nice,
I’ll put you somewhere that you will never
get
out,” she decreed, scooping up the survivors before their frenzied
escape attempt made them too difficult to wrangle. Then it would take
forever to
catch them all!
No.
Instead, as the Palamute gathered them into her paws and forearm,
anchored against her breast, she stood up to height. Now the entire
city could see her gray-blue-tufted head as it just barely
reached
above the tallest buildings of the district.
Looking
down with an obsessive love at the screaming, dust-covered humans in
her arm, the Palamute reached down with her other paw and pulled
aside the elastic piece of fabric of her leotard that covered her
crotch. It was a sticky endeavor, opening up the cave of her nether
region with various fluids – mostly sweat and female ejaculate –
making it more difficult than usual. The musky smell that accompanied
it was even more powerful, enough to make her prisoners’ noses and
eyes water before they had even caught the glimpse of where they
would be deposited. Until –
“Bye
bye!” she offered to the horrified group, and she dropped them.
They
slid over her breasts, guided by her forearm until they tumbled down
and down like a water slide into the sweaty confines of the leotard.
They did not stop till they had breached her thigh and were nestled
quite safely beneath the mount forming at her dripping clitoris.
“Ohh,”
shivered the Palamute, allowing her leotard to snap into place as she
felt the mangle of struggling bodies stimulate the sensitive skin of
her undercarriage.
With
that complete, the extra bursts of energy she got from their tiny
little movements were the perfect stimulants as she sniffed for her
next morsel. And her nose told her that nearby, there was a large
group
of humans squirreled away somewhere, just waiting to be turned into a
gooey mess one way or another.
The
Palamute returned to all fours and sniffed. She jittered throughout
the streets once again, ramming her nose into buildings (making sure
to eat any stragglers if she could), but still no sign of this
refuge. Even here, in the middle of the collapsing street, the scent
should be strongest! But it was nowhere to be found… unless…
She
looked downward, into the asphalt. Cracked and scarred by the
Palamute’s steps and claws, but still intact.
The
Palamute drooled once again, letting that drool seep into the
concrete. Then with a start, she buried her talons into the rocky
materiel, ripping it apart and dislodging the stone, tossing it
behind her in one smooth motion. She did this again, repeatedly,
doing what dogs did best: dig. And dig and dig she did, her paws a
relentless excavating force, until she hit a pocket of air, and the
chamber was infiltrated.
Light
broke into the subway station, a harsh light that was a portent of
their doom as the Palamute expanded her entryway, stepping into this
sanctuary and laying her eyes on the huddled group of people, tears
in their eyes as the ferocious wolf creature’s rabid fangs and
talons threatened to rip the panicking people to pieces.
Her
aperture was finally complete in such a way that the Palamute could
comfortably stand on all fours within the sinkhole she created in the
station. The people on the other side of the tunnel watched with
utter terror as the Palamute’s psychotic glee at having cornered
her prey possessed her. She could kill them right now with barely an
effort. But she… stopped short. Her animalistic grins were the
extent of what she levied at these lesser beings.
Then,
the Palamute leapt.
It
was a short hop, but it was enough.
There
wasn’t enough airtime for them to even comprehend as she brought
her fur-covered body above these pitiful humans, breasts like hanging
balloons dangling before crashing to the Earth as twin meteors
followed by the rest of her body.
BOOOOOOOOM!!!
The
slick, slippery wet feeling of the impact had inundated each square
foot of her mammaries’ surface area. Her nipples had been coated in
visceral strips of meat and human remains, and within her cleavage
several who had survived the initial impact were already being
suffocated and baked in the unbearable heat amidst the crushed
contents of their former companions. The blood and sweat combined,
and an miscible concoction was what remained, sending the Palamute
into a drunken fervor.
“That
was exquisite!” howled the Palamute, now gripping both sides of her
breasts in her hands, feeling the slimy remains of the vaporized
inhabitants coat her paw tips before she licked at them, doing
everything she could to prevent herself from going mad from the
exhilarating flavor.
Rearranging
parallel on the tracks on her paws, the Palamute again gripped her
breasts in her paws and unleashed her long, pink tongue, inserting it
into the crack of her chest and dragging it all along the fur-matted
skin of her bust. It was an effective yet entertaining method of
ablution, and she was so enraptured by this grooming that she almost
missed the incoming sound of metal on metal, steel on steel.
“Hmm?”
Her
sensitive ears caught it first, but the rumbling of the ground was an
even more pressing hint of what was arriving.
“Back
for more, are they?” said the Palamute, bracing herself on the
ground and burying her claws into the surface as she aimed her butt
directly on the path of the train tracks. Puckering and unpuckering
the cavity, the Palamute once again thought of the dozens of trapped
humans in her crotch, giving her strength, energy, and immense sexual
pleasure. They would be what got her through this final challenge.
SLAAAAAM!!!
It
was a rapid blow, shredding clean through the Palamute’s leotard.
She grit her fangs and forced herself to remain braced on the ground
as the subway buried itself between the Palamute’s two bum cheeks,
causing her to howl once again to the moon in a frenzied, sex-addled
craze.
The
car continued on into her anus, followed by half of the next car.
Even after that, the wheels of the subway continued to turn, grinding
and massaging the inner walls of the Palamute’s behind as she
breathed heavy, labored breaths. Already her immaculate ass was
crushing the first subway, slowly yet surely, walls closing in like a
garbage compactor, their inhabitants already receiving the flavor of
the Palamute’s slimy ejection zone enter the compartment until –
CRUUUUNCH!!!
“Ah…
ah ha…” The Palamute panted, the worst (and best) of it finally
complete. She turned back slightly, glaring at the line of subway
cars still inserted into her behind.
“Nghhh…”
she said, laboring to stand up. Connected by their couplings, the
Palamute laughed in ecstacy as she realized it was almost like having
a second, metallic tail that followed her wherever she went. Inside
any number of abandoned citizens struggled to try and escape their
death traps, but the Palamute paid them no mind as she rose out from
her crevice, dragging the inserted subway car behind. Standing again
on her two hind legs, each step she took now brought with it the
chills associated with her masturbation, as it felt like every hole
within the Palamute had a new source of stimulation.
Perfect,
thought the Palamute.
Perfect,
but the people in her bodice would not last forever.
Looking
across the city, the Palamute thought to herself before seeing a new
city in the distance, and her smile grew to a grin.
She
walked, the metal screeching of her subway car dildo an ever-present
song to fill her ears.