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The Setting Son of Wreaking Havoc on Chicago! You tower above the buildings in the sprawl of Chicago. With every movement, you
can easily lay waste to the city. Buildings stand around you, but you tower over most of
them. Below you, crowds of helpless people scream at the sight of you, and vainly run
for cover. A traffic jam adds to the confusion, as confused drivers try to escape, but end
up crashing into one another, further adding to the carnage. Panic has gripped the heart
of the citizens of Chicago, and for good reason. Already, some minor blazes have started
because of the arrival of the gargantuans, and the fire departments try vainly to control
the fires. The Sox Stadium stands nearby, and is a scene of sheer chaos as fans run over
each other, trying to escape. The Sears Tower stands nearby, taller than any of the
skyscrapers. A cloverleaf in the highway system nearby is a scene of chaos as a couple
of overturned semis block traffic for miles. The golden arches of a McDonald's catch
your attention nearby. Crowds of helpless citizens cry out at your presence. A large
skyscraper stands nearby. A power plant stands near the river. The citizens of Chicago
are no match for the might of the towering titans. The Beast Brang Doshain. Not a special name, not a special kangaroo. The first thing you likely notice is his 355 ft tall frame, which is around 29 stories, not counting the ears. But it's what's between those ears that's the most interesting. He's grown his headfur out a bit longer than usual, and has colored it a certain shade of light green that you'd expect from an anime show. Sometimes it drifts over his eyes to complete the look when he's not wearing his Cork fringe hat. He carries himself well, assuming the characteristic 'roo tripod stance with his 266 ft long tail and two 88 ft long footpaws. These paws sport powerful middle claws for added power in his leaps, and he has been observed to leap off walls and objects to obtain new heights from time to time. His fur coloration is normal for a red kangaroo, dark brown fur along his entire body, save for the black 'socks' on his hands, feet, and tailtip. His chestfur and muzzle fur are a lighter shade of brown, and even a thin band of white fur runs along his cheeks. Physically otherwise, there is nothing extraordinary. His build is slightly better than normal, but he is a bit skittish at times, due to his inherent instincts. If he feels secure, though, he carries himself as he sees fit for the occasion, and acknowledges your glance with a nod and a brief flick of the ears. Brang's shadow isn't first noticed by the teeming city, fresh out of work, and ready to start the journey home. It was just a cloud's shadow, cast by the setting sun... Well no cloud could ever cause rhythmic earthquakes... or could one ever leave the gigantic pawprint craters that this one was making as it sped towards the heart of the city... ( Many of the inhabitants of the city stop and look around in confusion as the earth lurches under their feet. They do not immediately see the titan approaching for all the tall buildings that block their view. All they know is that the earth is rocking and shuddering, making car alarms sound all through the streets. ) Brang purposefully leaps around the city in a wide circuit, taking care to smash all the major highways and escape routes. Each colossal impact of his paws shatters concrete and steel buildings and highways like they were made of eggshell... There will be a hard road to escape today... ( The majority of the populace remains ignorant of the danger. Even the emergency dispatchers are having trouble fathoming the wild calls they are getting from those near the outskirts of the city who witness as the furry colossus deliberately smashes the bridges flat and chokes the roadways with rubble. In short order the entire city is surrounded by a barrier of destruction that would take hours, if not days to traverse. ) Brang dismisses the small percentage outside his barrier that will survive. He begins to herd the majority of the population inwards to the taller structures, using his broad paws to smash the lower buildings flat. He smirks cruelly down upon the few who start to pour forth from the remaining buildings, thumping his paw down an the stragglers to keep moving forward... ( Above the crash of structures being flattened begins to rise the wailing keen of hundreds of screaming voices. From your lofty height the minute beings that scurry out of their flimsy dwellings and swarm through the streets below look like ants -- and in the face of your immense size and strength they might as well be. They flee in terror from your crashing feet, herded forward in a mindless wave. Those who lag behind are stepped on; not by a thoughtless tread, but by a callous stomp, a deliberate murder for daring to defy the giant. Their gruesome deaths spur the remainder onward, driving them deeper into the heart of the city. ) Brang completes his second lap around the city, spiraling inwards. He has to shove aside some of the medium sized buildings to complete his path, but the effect is stimulating. Suddenly the entire city is painfully aware that there is a Gigantic kangaroo upon them. The initial confusion and shock is too much for some, and they lag behind to gawk, all the way until the bloodstained paw crashes down upon them. Others begin to gather in the park just in front of the tallest buildings, wondering what to do... ( At first it is just an occasional moist pop beneath your foot as you step on the stragglers, but as their numbers swell so does the sound of crunching bone and mashing flesh. Some are caught in mid-stride and crushed flat before they even know it. Others linger, paralyzed with fear, shrieking senselessly and staring at your titanic feet as they pound closer. *boomthud*...*BoomThud*...*BOOMThud*...and then in horrific slow motion they watch your great foot sweep forward and then glide to a halt, hovering over them. The vast sole looms, its underside smeared with the gory remains of so many others. It descends, growing ever larger, its warmth radiating down on them. There is an instant of sensation as the leathery flesh shoves them to the ground, a brief feeling of ungodly pressure. Most do not live long enough to feel themselves being crushed like insects beneath your tread. ) Brang laughs evilly, enjoying the warm sensation of crushed flesh with each tread. "Run, little bugs, run away before you're crushed... Hahaaa..." He begins to stop to smash in the top floors of buildings, now turning his interest to a bit more... singular fun... ( Your mocking words thundering through the city whip the panic into a frenzy. They are a chilling indication that this mighty giant is not simply stepping on ants as he passes. The slaughter is brutally purposeful. Those being squashed so heartlessly underfoot are being killed gleefully, the monster taking pleasure in the sensation of helpless creatures being destroyed by the simple weight of his foot, in his absolute and tyrannical dominion over their puny existence. Those who did not flee to the streets gape back at you through their frail skyscraper windows. They scurry and scramble within as your powerful fists smash into the upper floors, collapsing them and raining tons of concrete and steel down onto the street and into the shuddering interior. ) Brang begins to corral those closest to him, easily pushing over a modest building to form a wall. Those fast enough to escape, are crushed under tons of debris. Now there are several hundred of the miniscule forms, and no where to go... Brang sits down, squashing those who attempt escape... "Now... we start to have some fun..." He slams his paws into the side buildings, firmly emphasizing No Escape. He grins evilly... ( Wreckage rains down everywhere. Gigantic footpaws thunder to the earth. The crowd jostles and scrambles, so that none amongst them can tell which way to run for safety. Suddenly before them an entire building topples sideways, burying hundreds as it crumbles into a mountain of rubble. Those caught before it turn awkwardly and try to fight against the human tide in the other direction, only to see your titanic feet crashing closer. They are trapped, a tightly-packed, shrieking mass of humanity, watching helplessly as your mighty legs bend and your rump comes thundering down before them. Those beneath you squeal and cover their heads in a laughable attempt to save themselves. They disappear beneath your rear as you sit on them, your mammoth thighs burying even more. The thousands that are corralled before you make a constant din, a chorus of voices gibbering and pleading for mercy and praying and simply howling in terror as your evil grin burns down at them from on high. ) Brang simply runs his paw through the thousands before him, oblivious to their pleas. Close to a hundred are gathered up like grains of sand... Some fall tumbling out as he raises his paw... and the rest in his paw are slowly squeezed...until spurts of red shoot out from his fingers as he clenches his fist... The excitement of this complete dominance and power over so many has begun to arouse him, however, and his grin broadens... "Yes... you will do nicely..." ( There is nowhere to run. Your captives can only scream and thrash against one another as your enormous hand scoops through their midst, plowing up an unbelievable number of writhing forms and clenching them all together in a huge tangled ball in your fist. The sound of puny bodies yielding to your awesome power echoes all around as you callously crush them in your bare hand, a hundred lives destroyed with nothing more than a casual squeeze. The horror is not simply in the heartless slaughter, though. Those closest to your groin, even those who were heroically attempting to pull to freedom those dozens of fellow citizens being smothered beneath your gigantic balls, now cower back as a mammoth penis emerges rudely from its housing and looms over them. The monster is growing aroused at the carnage, taking an ungodly and sadistic delight in destroying his puny victims. Any feeble hopes that the titan might show mercy fade... ) Brang rumbles mightily, dropping the crumpled mass of bodies amidst his remaining prey. He reaches down with his still bloodied paw to scoop another handful, though this one has a more wholesome fate... He lifts his paw up high, some still falling to their doom... and slowly tilts the entire pawful into his waiting maw. It's odd, watching what one would think is a herbivore consuming meat, let alone a hundred or more of your own kind... ( The crowd squeals as a massive clump of pressed meat, some of it still twitching, thuds down in their midst and collapses into a gruesome pile. There is no time to mourn or be shocked, however, as the mammoth fingers descend once again, groping for more victims. There is no escaping your grip. You capture them as easily as the first lot and bear them skyward, toward a terrible, cavernous maw. The hand tilts with cruel deliberation. At first a few, then several clumps, and then a great cascade of screaming humanity rolls off your bloodslicked palm and pours into your waiting mouth. They pile up on your tongue, squirming and kicking. The survivors below give in to levels of panic beyond human comprehension as the numbing realization blasts its way into their minds: "My god...he's going to EAT them!" ) Brang lets the mass squirm on his tongue, before tilting his head back slowly and swallowing them all in one enormous gulp. He emphasizes how immensely he enjoys this, licking his lips. His arousal has nearly peaked, and begs to be given the attention it deserves, "Delicc...ious..." ( The sight is the very height of cruelty and reveals the true depth of scorn this massive being has for the tiny creatures whose city he has invaded. He has stepped on them, crushed them in his hand as though they were of no consequence...and now he has reduced them further, to food. Their helpless cries echo within your mouth as your jaws slowly close, squeezing out the daylight as your teeth cage them in. They are swallowed alive, their frantic struggles visible in your throat as they are squeezed mercilessly down your long throat and borne just as mercilessly into your waiting stomach. There they thrash, still alive, meat that will continue to twitch amusingly until the very life is digested from within it. The giant's ruthless excitement at having so wholly overpowered them is clearly apparent as his monstrous erection towers over the remaining mob, bobbing with his ponderous heartbeat, a syrupy drip of fluid falling from its tip and splattering on those below. ) Brang whrrumbles, truly enjoying the feeling of his meal slowly die away... One paw begins to further himself, while the other reaches down for more... but instead of scooping them up, he just smears them slowly to paste, feeling each one squeeze and pop... ( There is nowhere to hide from the obscene spectacle. They cower, they cringe, they try to turn their faces away as the giant masturbates rudely over their heads, his thin precum splashing down in great gouts into their midst. Their screams rise as loud as before as your other hand descends, fingers splayed, your vast palm descending upon them and trapping them beneath it. They struggle madly beneath your palm and fingers, their screams quickly fading to choked gurgles as you press down on them and then drag your hand back, grinding them viciously into the pavement. The squirming mass rolls beneath the flesh of your palm, the motion fading as each little body is ground into hamburger, torn asunder and left a long, terrible streak of redness and chunks of flesh. ) Brang approaches his peak, and halts a moment to just loom over the throngs... He wipes off the blood and broken bodies on his legfur, "Now, insects... prepare to see what you were made for!" He uses both paws to scoop up as many as he can hold, and violently thrusts his member within the squealing mass... The feeling is pure ecstasy, several hundred flailing bodies all working on his taut organ are more than it can withstand. With a roar of bliss, the megaroo empties his load into the compacted mass, right as he crushes them against himself in a spasm of the pleasure... pools of red swirled seed begin to form beneath him, dripping wetly to the ground from his fingers. ( The coldness with which you wipe the human remains on your leg as though they were merely dirt causes some in the crowd below to faint dead away. They are quickly trampled by their fellows as a general squeal of terror arises and the survivors scramble to try to escape your approaching hands. Some do; many more are caught between them and pressed into a tight, squirming mass. It is into that tangle of humanity that your titanic penis is brutally thrust, the great shaft grinding into their midst, turning the entire mass of people into a single living sex toy for your pleasure. The agony is mercifully short for them as your mighty hands squash them relentlessly against your pounding shaft, their bodies ripped apart against its plunging surface. Huge waves of blood mingled with semen pour down from between your fingers, cascading down the front of your balls and forming a waterfall that spreads forward from your groin as your pleasure is released. ) Brang releases the pulpy mass from himself, once again standing up. He makes a modest attempt to clean himself off, though he still appreciates the effect the spectacle has on the remaining people below. Once again he begins pounding them to paste beneath his mighty paws, until all but one is left... ( chunks of corpses rain down and splatter on the ground as you stand up. More clings to your rigid cock, still dripping with remains and with the last of your pleasure. Those trapped before you peer up with a glimmer of hope. Perhaps the monster is sated and will now leave them alone. But then, tragically, their view of your towering form is blotted out by the sole of your foot rising over them. The giant's scorn for the puny weaklings has not abated. He crushes them mercilessly beneath his great feet, stamping on them with the vicious intensity of one who intends to leave no survivors. Left foot, right foot, left foot...you hammer them relentlessly flat, the earth thundering and quaking as you smash them by the dozens. Soon the street is nothing but a sea of soupy red. The lone survivor cowers in front of a gigantic toe, his hands thrown upward in an attitude of pleading, his face ashen beneath the blood that streaks it. ) Brang halts his paw over the last one from among thousands. He moves it to the side and plants his paw next to him. He looms down. "To show my paltry respect for you little bugs... I will grant you passage. Your luck runs strong..." He turns away, slamming his tail into a surviving structure, sending a rain of debris down a side street. The survivor is not harmed. The giant roo proceeds to make a beeline to the taller buildings, where a scattered crowd still exists... ( the survivor simply stands motionless, staring after you silently. Before you the crowd is just as thick, the citizenry having retreated to what they believed to be a safe distance. Then, in true urbanite fashion, they lingered to watch the ghastly spectacle. Now they see you bearing down on them and they are trying to flee, but their numbers have them as tightly packed in as were those you trapped between your legs. ) Brang smirks, "Pathetic fools..." He crouches down, and Leaps skyward... there is a brief moment where all the people regain their balance from the titan roo's jump... then a sound compared to a meteor slamming down in their midst, as the powerful kangaroo plants both his feet into the center of the mass. Those not stamped to a smear are knocked down by the shockwave. Most of those closer to the impact don't get up. ( There is an unearthly silence for several seconds as the great shadow sweeps forward across the landscape. Those who look up can not even scream, their voices dying in their throats. The silence is shattered with the thunderous *BOOM* of two gigantic footpaws, each larger than a semi-truck, plowing into the earth and sinking several feet down into its surface. A visible shock wave radiates outward, making buildings sway and causing several to crumble. Those beneath your feet die instantly, smashed into vapor by the impact. A circle of twitching bodies surrounds you for nearly twice the length of your feet. Beyond that, the dazed survivors take several long seconds to start moving again. ) Brang doesn't even stop for an instant. Kangaroo paws require less energy to keep going than it does to stop... and the spectacle is repeated several more times across the area... wherever the crowd seems thickest... soon not even the strongest of towers can withstand the off the scale earthquakes, collapsing into so much dust and debris... few survive this display of power... ( The city is literally hammered to pieces beneath your pounding feet. Each hop splatters hundreds of powerless citizens; the shock kills many hundreds more outright and sends buildings toppling in ruin. ) Brang surveys the destruction and ruin. "Pft. Such pathetic creatures. How could they have ever survived this long?" He turns from the broken city and makes for home. thousands more of the creatures die under his paws as he makes his way back to the barrier. He pauses a moment to stamp the area... then heads to the local river to wash himself and return from whence he came... |