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.