Come Truer Than Dreams ---------------------- Lance gasped. His eyes opened wide, only to narrow back into a squint as the sunlight beaming in through the window was far too bright for the dilated pupils, the brown irises still too sleep-infused to retract quickly enough. His legs tense, fingers gripping the sheets tightly and claws cutting through the fabric. The muscular chest rising and falling rapidly, tongue hanging from his parted snout, panting. He shook his head, flicking the dark, almost black hair out of his face. One could almost think he'd just woken up from the adrenaline-fueled frenzy of an all too vivid nightmare, if it were not for the comfortably-sized tent erected over his waist. He yanked the blanket away and let it slide onto the floor, damp from having been wrapped around his endowments far longer than most could handle in one sitting. Thicker than his arms and long enough to hit his forehead, his cock stood straight up, tight and rigid with unbridled excitement. Its skin slick and shiny from its prolonged enclosed stay. Droplets of sweat ran down the sides and collected at the edges of engorged veins pulsing with every heartbeat, the wolf's own face reflecting off of its surface and grinning back at him with a slightly distorted, gray- and cream-furred visage of horny happiness. A glob of precum spilled from the tip and seeped along the urethra like honey from a jar, pooling in the cleft of his more than basketball-sized nuts resting atop his still firm thighs. The whole package like a space heater, wisps of humid air rising from it, making it feel like he'd just held his head over a steamer. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this riled up, if there even had been such a point. The pictures were still rushing through his mind, the dreams having conjuring his wildest fantasies, pushing them to the edge of what he'd ever imagined them to be and then ramped them up by several orders of magnitude. He'd been the greatest, strongest, most powerful being. How they all bowed and quivered, in awe of his glory, revering him like a god. And the abject joy he felt of crushing them for their insolence of equating him with something so feeble, his effortless immensity eclipsing everything. Luckily or unfortunately, he didn't have anyone along last night, lest he'd certainly broken them in this state of furor. But he still had to take care of his pent-up excitement, libido boiling over, turning his brain to mush and seizing up his muscles from sheer, raging arousal. He reached for the thick pillar of meat with both hands, watching it lazily tilt forward, before an involuntary contraction rectified its stance once more. "Argh!" He pulled them right back as a sudden crash shook his entire room. The noise made his ears fold up as he tried to hunker down with a hundred pounds of his burgeoning package in the way. The walls crumpled up, cracks tearing through them all the way up to the ceiling, filling the space with clouds of dust, plaster and mortar splashing like rain. The glass of his lamp and window outright burst with a combined, polyphonic voice of pane and bulbs shattering. Something inside his closet fell with a thump, a few errant thuds of furniture giving in and unsecured objects clattering on the floor resounded. Then everything was quiet again, aside from his own accelerated breath, his heart almost jumping out of his chest and fat cock audibly pulsing along with every beat. He glanced outside, expecting to see the effects of some kind of explosion, a plume of smoke or something - but there was nothing of the sort. Just the usual eighth-floor view into downtown and onto the roofs of smaller, adjacent buildings. All still standing unharmed, unmoved, with the only indication that anything had happened being the short pause in conversations of neighbors hanging out on their balconies and porches to look for where the bang came from, but resuming just as quickly again. "What the..." Lance peered around in confusion, his state of mind not well-suited for situational analysis. It was like a bomb went off right in his room. The window was blown out, no shards on the floor. The door was bent up, but hadn't opened inwards. The ceiling reshaped to something akin to a shallow dome. He looked down, his thoughts clicking into place over the continuous ringing in his ears. The whole building rattled and heaved under the forces, the multi-story apartment complex tilting to the side by several more degrees with every floor going up. Its windows cracked and splintered as their frames deformed. Its facade tore apart, revealing the bricks beneath the white veneer. Furniture shifted and slid into walls, screams and yelps of people tossed and tumbling through their home among a flurry of their own belongings. Some of them just barely avoiding the sudden holes that opened up where they had just been standing, the tip of the tower splitting in half, the two sides hanging precariously together by just a few struts, pipes and wires. This time drawing the attention of numerous startled neighbors for good, staring at the whole structure crumpling up and partially falling in on itself. The shower of stone and glass sprayed through the air, speckled light reflected like from glitter, before coming down and pelting the paint of vehicles and the fur of bystanders reeling from the thooming blast, the pressure wave sending them stumbling in its wake. Lance sat up on the tattered mattress, the pieces from the frame of his former bed decorating the walls that they had punctured partially. Chunks of the ceiling laying scattered in the fray. A few chairs, a pile of clothes and the remnants of a microwave that had fallen in from above peppering the chaotic roomscape. The wall to the hallway had been reduced to rubble, the door to his apartment blown from its hinges and its splinters sprinkling the stairwell. Panicked wails and bumbling steps echoed to him as the terrified tenants began to bound down the stairs, pouring from their homes in whatever state they were and simply making a run for perceived safety. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw quivering digits reach over the edge of the gaping holes overhead, the snout of an upstairs resident peering down shakily, no doubt gasping at his prowess. "Take it in while you can, there's a lot more coming!" He grinned so wide that his eyes were only slits, teeth beaming in the dust-dimmed light falling in through the holes in the wall. His short-lived confusion had given way to unbridled glee, feeling the power coursing through him, pushing his excitement to dizzying heights. It was like the entire building bent to his every motion, bending along his breaths and shaking from every heartbeat. He let out a low, guttural chuckle, each of the rhythmic contractions of his chest sending another quiver through the crumbling structure, battering the cracked walls as more chunks broke out of them and intensifying the panic of the fleeing people rushing down the steps. Every rumbling "heh" stronger was than the last, his might amplified exponentially with every moment, his mind filled with grand, terrifying ideas. It could have been everything he'd dreamed of, but he was dead set on making it more than that. Under creaking and sighing from around him, he lifted his arms, spreading them wide apart. The tower began to bend, tilting at its foundation. Shrill screams echoing through the stairwell as they lost their footing, thrown against walls and toppling over railings as all around them shifted out of place. Watching the toned ridges of his biceps grow deeper, the sheer potential of the raw strength behind it becoming outright palpable. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, he flexed. It was like a sudden detonation ripped through the structure, radiating out from the eighth floor. Facades immediately disintegrating into dust, the top half of the building thrown into the air and snapping into coarse, jagged pieces. The stairway at the center bursting open, unleashing a veritable spray of bodies launched into the shower of debris, flailing wildly as their high-pitched shrieks added to the deep boom and harsh crunch of masonry reduced to fine sand. The shockwave blew into the already-battered vehicles and washed them away like a tsunami coming over them. Surrounding buildings took the brunt of the force, pelted by bricks, beams and ceiling chunks. Pipes slamming through exteriors, windows shattering inwards and whole floors taken out by large slabs of concrete crashing into them, folding in on themselves as load-bearing walls were wholly demolished, causing further, partial collapses in addition to the total one of the apartment complex next to them. The entire thing disappearing into a plume of smoke and debris, the screams of its inhabitants abruptly silenced by meaty thuds signifying them reaching the fatal target of their airborne arcs. As the noise faded, all that was left was rubble, dust and a couple broken, unmoving limbs here and there. The surrounding real estate damaged, marred by the cuts of a thousand fragments thrown against and embedded into their exterior, walls smeared with red splatters, like stamps showing the gruesomely twisted shapes of the bodies mangled by the impact. After a few moments of shocked silence, sirens began blaring in the distance and emergency response teams from all over the town rushed toward the ground zero of the explosion that had shaken the city. A number of valiant citizens that had evaded injury dashed in the direction of the pile of debris, several neighboring residents equipped with shovels and spades, unfortunate passersby carrying nothing at all, trying to dig out whoever they deemed might still be alive, buried somewhere under tons of stone. They quickly felt the heat getting to them. As the dust started to settle, it was instead replaced by a steam rising up from the cracks in the rubble. What moments ago was the still fresh morning air being overtaken by a muggy, warm and unbearably humid fog encroaching upon the entire district. A heady and heavy scent laid itself unto everything, feeling like liquid running down one's throat, hard to breathe in the thick mists that burned like fire in their lungs. Heads spinning from the strange, grayish clouds, whatever they were made of washing over their minds and polluting their thoughts. Trying to heave in what wasn't air anymore, bodies shaking with the lack of oxygen, recoiling from their heroic rescue attempt with stumbling steps, fur and scales dripping with a shiny ooze having condensed onto them. The rubble roused. Bricks and pieces of steel poured off of the form emerging effortlessly from beneath the piles of debris, as if it were simply breaking the surface of water. Breaths blowing away the clouds of his own making, clearing the view to his cocky smirk set above eyes with a deep, hypnotizing glow from within, returning countless stares directed at him. Arms thicker than a car tire, hefty pecs bigger than his head almost buried between the broad shoulders, muscular stomach unfurling as he rose from the last remnants of his bed. His fur pristine and shining, not a speck of dust upon it, not a blemish on his face, not a cut from jagged rock that had outright ripped so many others into chunks. His upper body alone already as tall as an entire person with twice the brawn packed onto it, an awe-striking sight and imposing presence that left everyone speechless and stock-still. Until his package surfaced. Three hundred pounds of rigid, glistening, dripping wet ebony flesh. Each idle pulse felt like being hit into the solar plexus. The swing of his ankle-slapping nuts shifting the ground beneath them by the sheer heft they were loaded with. The bassy rumble of their churning production growing louder, a steady background hum so deep that it rattled any pane of glass and piece of porcelain that swung along with the powerful waves of sound. However, most only got a very short look at the glorious endowments before the thick plumes of musk billowing from it engulfed everything under tides of gray smog. The heat was untenable, so hot it almost felt like it was burning. Every square inch of surface turning into a part of the morass, veritable rivers of the gooey condensation pouring down walls and pooling in the streets. Seeping through every crack and crevice, melting holes into solid glass and spreading to the skies, it replaced the air for everyone for miles around with the impenetrable, syrupy vapor. Eyes first squeezed shut with tears trying to wash away the acrid substance, then torn wide open in a silent scream of suffocation. Lungs contracting with all their might, but unable to draw in the unbearably dense masses. The pressure rising like they were sinking into the ocean. A quiet panic of thousands reeling, tearing at their chests, desperately incapable of crying for help. How they all fell to their knees made Lance smile a little. But their worship wasn't worth his presence, and obviously his attention even less so. He lifted his leg, brushing the mountains of rubble out of the way like they were only blades of grass around his thighs. The simple motion ravaging the city further, the mere raising of his paw a historic, monumental event felling countless achievements of civilization. Despite not even being ten feet tall, the resulting gravitational shifts gripped the landscape, buildings bending at his whim, people slamming into the ground from the sudden alteration of such a fundamental force. The collective noise of crumbling stone and breaking bones a joyful percussive accompaniment to the first, tiny step of his ascension. His foot descending along with the entire metropolis collapsing in on itself, as if a gigantic thumb was pressing onto it, his sphere of devastating influence far beyond what his comparatively minuscule body would betray. As his toes touched down, it was like an asteroid impact packed into just a few square inches of area. The ground abruptly sank a hundred feet at a time, ripped apart into jagged chunks as deep canyons spawned like a spiderweb of cracks in a pane of glass. Vehicles swerved as the streets beneath their wheels gave in, trains derailed from their tracks bent and torn wholly out of their foundations and sirens flared up momentarily, only for the snapping power lines to choke them off again. Entire city districts finding themselves at the edge of an abyss surrounding them, the cliffs dotted with broken pipes, tearing wires and gaping canals, breaking just as rapidly as the above-ground structures and sending them plummeting into the seemingly bottomless depths, along with a screaming populace flailing among the rubble. Errant explosions of gas and machinery adding to the chaos with flames bursting from their sources, but even collectively they couldn't match up to the calamitous pressure wave radiating out from the footfall itself. Like an invisible force only visible by the dust and devastation in its wake, it hit the choking masses in its direct vicinity broadside, resolving their breathing issues by utterly disintegrating them. Bodies torn apart on an almost molecular level, instantly reducing them from terrified onlookers into a fine, red mist that intermixed with the clouds of ash around them, not a shadow of their existence left behind. The whole country shook in kind, rocked to the core by the events they'd only just began hearing about in the form of media reports of a mere building collapse. Quakes ruptured the earth, mighty mountains were rent asunder and great lakes abruptly found themselves washing away into cracks in the bedrock. The shockwave continued unabated, swatting planes out of the sky like flies, reducing forests into a spray of sawdust and chlorophyll powder. It ravaged multiple metropolises, knocking skyscrapers off of their foundations, tossing them against each other and sending them tumbling down like dominoes. The ground breaking as the land distorted violently, reshaped by forces enacting their aimless rage upon whatever tried to stand in their way. Half of the surface of an entire continent turned into a fractured wasteland in only seconds, the sounds of verdant nature and bustling cities replaced by echoes of destruction and the desperate wails of a few broken survivors among the hundreds of millions crushed, shredded and disintegrated by the simple act of taking a single step. Lance stood in the vast crater of his own making, one foot placed slightly in front of him. His chin raised, face beaming with cruel glee, eyes glowing with untold power seeping from every fiber of his being. His body quivering with excitement, each idle contraction of his hulking muscles rippling vibrations through the battered rock beneath. Swaying back and forth as his head spun from the sheer, unbounded might only welling up higher within him, tail flicking joyfully and tongue hanging from the side of his mouth wide open. A fluttering in his chest making him let out a growl of exhilaration, delighted at how fragile everything felt, how just standing here made the whole world tremble before him, how he had to restrain himself to his utmost ability to not enact an accidental Armageddon by a mere, absent-minded motion. "Eheh, guess a planet isn't a ball made for playing rough." His booming voice was loud and piercing, words echoing through the atmosphere crystal clear and conjuring dread across the entire globe already quaking by his presence. Around him, there was only reshapen earth forming the walls of the hole he'd hollowed out, tattered stone, remnants of streets and the odd pipe or tunnel split open, a film of ash and crimson splatters decorating every surface. Wide ravines provided for slits to garner glimpses of the outside. They stretched on for what had to be hundreds of miles, giving views of different geological layers once buried deep down, now making up the sides of the canyons he'd carved into the planet. Remains of civilization still collapsing into them, chunks of buildings, cars and a few crowds falling, headed for a hard landing on the sharp spires of bedrock. In some places being able to see all the way through the depths of rock and back out to another sky, a fissure across the curvature of the world. But all too quickly, the vista became clouded by the thick mist wafting up from his endowments, distant horizons disappearing in the dark gray smog reducing sight by a mile a moment. "Right, still got the most important thing to take care of!" He said mostly to himself, despite the chronic awareness of everyone else hearing the echoing words. With utmost care, he shifted his stance. Trying his best to keep the motions of his muscles as minute as possible, only causing slight tectonic deformation that reshaped mountain ranges and eroded entire shores, conjuring island-swallowing tsunami waves as earthquakes of unmatched magnitude battered the globe. He tiptoed as gently as he could, the steps only slightly tilting the planet's axis and delaying the daylight by several hours, distorting its seasons beyond recognition. Rising up and inserting his cock into the nearest subway tunnel gaping open in the crater wall, resisting the urge to thrust in with all his might, the motion of his hips descending barely even altering the world's orbit, lengthening its years by a couple hundred days or so, although obviously they were numbered anyway, the calendar ending exactly on this date. A few groups of survivors huddled in the bunkers beneath the former city, sitting in darkness and relative silence, only the lights of some cell phones illuminating their fear-stricken faces. Battered walls and bending ceilings letting out worrying creaks and trickles of dust here and there, preventing anyone from settling into any semblance of comfort. Their other choice of returning to the collapsed tunnels and partially-crushed rail cars wasn't much of an escape plan either. Stirring from the amplifying scent drawing in through their nostrils. Heavy and pervading, pushing itself to the forefront of their mind with dizzying effect of the pheromones spreading across their thoughtscape. A pair of eyes squinted at the crack near the door, wondering for a moment if it was some kind of hallucination, but as the others turned their gaze at the fog billowing from it, that was replaced by renewed alarm. It began pouring in from even more crevices and fractures in the stone of their enclosure, a slate hue darker than the walls, so dense that the wisps dropped to the ground and spread out along the tiled floor like it was more of a liquid than steam. And it felt like it too, the humidity outright palpable, leaving a shimmering film on anything it touched, the gaps in the concrete sputtering forth strands of the grayish, tar-like substance. The temperature shifting from a cold cellar to a burning oven in just a few seconds, prompting them to get up and gasp for the not yet fully overtaken air sitting like a layer on the much denser stuff below. But as soon as they inhaled enough to do so, their pained screams echoed through the room. It was like standing in a pool of acid, the rising sludge bubbling and melting down their shoes. Fluid condensing onto their clothes and fur, eating right through it, making it fall off in patches and sizzling into the bare skin beneath. Watering eyes glazing over as their sight was etched away, leaving only a marred gray where their irises used to be, perpetually wide open as the lids above had been burned to vapor in the caustic haze. Wails of agony rising higher as they tried to reach above the inescapable clouds filling the room to the brim, but one by one, their legs gave in, sinew snapping as the deadly liquid splashed along, sending them falling head-first into it. Ghastly gurgles accompanying their violent convulsions as they dissolved from outside-in, cartilage laid bare and failing vital organs spilling from their gashed gut as they still clung dreadfully to the rest of their torturous lives. Coming apart at their limbs, liquefied cranial matter pouring from empty holes in skulls boiling in the sludge tainted crimson, as the last, agonizing seconds of their existence came to a frothy end. Skeletons washed clean of the flesh that held them, bones floating toward the surface, but only reaching it as an osseous foam. Looking over the edge of his crater, Lance smirked as the wisps of steam became thicker, the cracks they were seeping from widening further by the moment. Remains of asphalt and concrete starting to blister, a noise ensemble of them fizzling away from the acrid fog billowing out from underneath. The already battered ground giving in, sinkholes forming as the thick plumes hollowed out the underground. Bricks and rock dropping down into the lakes of murky ooze, outright dissolving as soon as they made contact. In the mists above, the last few spires of stone and metal began melting in the musk, solid steel liquefying, pouring into seething puddles where it oxidized into a deep black. He rested his chin on folded arms, ears twitching happily as they caught the errant echoes of former unfortunate survivors screaming in anguish at the top of their decaying lungs, the perceived safety of the now-flooded tunnels holding them helplessly against his effusions. Then again, everyone else was trapped with him under the same atmosphere as well, just as much an enclosed and inescapable prison as the subterranean passages, only minutes at most from meeting a similar fate. He smiled widely, sighing with the smug content of being an inevitable apocalypse, even if he simply remained like he was, unmoving. He relaxed in the cozy warmth of his own presence, closing his eyes for a bit and just taking in the unparalleled delight of being him. With his hips still bottoming out at the edge of a now halfway-molten hole in the rocky cliffs, his cock shifted, eliciting a slight, involuntary throb. The sound it made was so deep, so loud and so powerful that it in itself was like a subsonic detonation going off. The wall of rock and chunks of concrete before him didn't so much shatter as it was outright disintegrated, the massive blast of noise simply tearing them apart at a fundamental level, atomizing the once solid matter into clouds of carbon. He felt the ground beneath his feet disappear, the invisible, spherical shockwave expanding at mach speed and erasing anything in its unstoppable wake. As he began to fall, he watched ancient layers of stone being laid bare and subsequently turned to ash. The edges of his crater quickly reached and eclipsed, the battered lands beyond swept away like a raging storm out of any terrestrial proportion came upon them. A warm glow from below giving way to a flurry of sparks whirring all around him, the explosion digging through the molten mantle and descending ever further. The entire globe rocked from the insurmountable forces of only the sound of a few phallic muscles contracting, its shape unable to hold against such an unparalleled eruption, cracking what was left of it at its tectonic seams. ----- "Then try it again!" The vulpine's voice was hoarse yet demanding, making it all to clear that the "yes sir" he received was the only acceptable answer. A flashlight stuck between his shoulder and cheek, he reached into the breaker box, waited for the signal and then pulled the lever once more. A flicker. The whirring of fans. Dim, blueish glow making the uniform around his slim body look almost ash gray, the decoration upon it drab like pewter. "Finally," he sighed, standing up and letting the light clatter onto the cold ground carelessly. He turned back to the table where the others were returning to as well, grim faces of determination trying their best not to show fear, left down here in literal and figurative darkness. The red fox's small statue and lithe frame didn't reduce his authoritative presence in the slightest, everyone awaiting his command: "boot 'er up." The thick, reinforced walls of concrete didn't leave them a chance to contact the outside world in a total blackout situation. Although the fissure in the low ceiling didn't garner much confidence with regards to a rockslide communication coming in from above. It wasn't something they were concerned with right now though, instead intently staring at the consoles in front of them and the screen on the wall, hanging slightly askew and sporting a sizeable crack, a rainbow of liquid crystals marring the corner. The seconds of the lumbering systems waking up were steeped in tense silence. "Self-test complete, all operational." "Internal systems online. Air and water supply in order. Emergency power holding." "Connections to other stations are up; no response." Their actions and reports were as methodical as had been drilled into them. The fox's eyes remained unblinking, staring at the streams of text on the monitor in front of him. "Keep trying to reach them. Satellites?" "Err, something's misaligned, but we're compensating for it. Communication should be back any minute." He nodded, leaning back with a sigh, unable to let the tension go. "Put it on the screen as soon as you got it. We need to find out what's going on outside of this hole." "Yes sir. Coming up." A dozen heads turned toward the monitor as it sprung to life from its blackened state, eyes squinting at the distorted blocks of the desynchronized feed before it came in clear. Then they widened, gasps of shock going through the group of hardened generals that were supposed to have seen it all. The sight was ghastly. Instead of a blue ball, they saw red fissures. Jagged chunks of rock floating off into space. Cracked ground burning with lava billowing over it. Oceans boiling, tectonic plates grinding against each other and spawning new mountain ranges in real time, the surface structure utterly unrecognizable, not a single continental ridge where it once was. And that was the least of it - the other half of the planet was outright gone. Only a gaping hole where bedrock used to be, giving a clear look straight down to the battered core at the former center of the globe. Remnants of an entire hemisphere only dust and pebbles, earthy clouds forming over the crumbling husk of their world. Not a word was spoken as the view gradually drifted, the satellite lazily turning away as it floated off of its intended orbit. Instead of the star-speckled depths of space, the screen was overtaken by a wispy wall of gray. The light of the moon and the fiery glow of the ruined world sending flickers across the wavering masses, the heavy, amorphous cloud making it impossible to see its source. Then, two amber points lit up in the mists. From the veil of vapors, a gigantic figure emerged, its shining eyes tiny dots between hulking shoulders towering over its head. The canine beast hundreds of thousands of miles tall, a terrifying giant in its own right, but sporting a super-herculean build on top of that. Arms stacked with so much brawn that the entire planet could fit within a ridge of straining sinew, the sheer strength visibly warping the space surrounding it in a mind-bending display. The six packs on the stomach harder than adamantium, toned legs spread wide by his immense package that could almost rival him in size, a manhood clearly in need of so much muscle if he wanted to take care of it himself. The ebon shaft rested comfortably in the cleft of interplanetary wrecking balls swinging in the weightlessness of space, his member almost totally flaccid, the sight of the little, broken rock he'd called home and the small scale insufficient to keep him excited. Heavy plumes of musk rolled off of his endowments, oozing liquid floating into the thickening haze encroaching upon the once empty void. "Ah, good to know I still got at least a small audience left!" With a cocky smirk on his lips and his chin raised high, he leaned forward. The world's natural satellite sunk into the mountainous pecs, just a tiny pebble between vast walls of steeled brawn. Making it tremble, gravitational forces pulling at its structure, clouds of moon dust rising up from the surface cast in darkness. Shining teeth lit up to a crooked grin. The command room was filled with winces and whimpers as they couldn't help but slump and recoil from the insurmountable might, unable to avert their gaze from his divine form. The dread of their certain demise at the hands, fingertips or merely idle presence of the gargantuan monstrosity that joyously enacted the last part of the apocalypse he had started. "Enjoy your final show." He flexed. The immense masses of muscle closed in onto the tiny rock. It lit up for a brief moment, molten core bursting into the open before the sinew shut around it for good, lunar matter utterly erased by the impossible strength crushing it far beyond its base components. Its molecules were pulled apart, quantum strands snapping and ripping their remnants asunder on a subatomic level, reducing it to a mere flare of energy dissipating into the bulk engulfing it. But the sheer force unleashed didn't nearly stop there. Bright, white-glowing cracks radiated out from the center of cataclysm. Space warped and twisted, the vacuous void itself tearing as the fabric of reality couldn't withstand such ungodly, inconceivable might. His audience recoiled. Fingers digging into their face as if trying to pull out what they couldn't help but see. Pupils dilated into but black discs swimming in the white seas turning red as the blood came dripping from their tear ducts. Gurgling gasps rattling from twisted necks, appendages convulsing involuntarily as their thoughts were strained beyond their breaking point by the abject impossibility laid bare before them. Spines arching with searing agony, heads bulging with the resounding, turgid cracking of cartilage. Blistering skin rupturing, heaving up their own guts as their bodies turned inside-out, limbs dislocating as they writhed into untenable positions, tendons pulling themselves and the fabric of the clothes around them apart. Finally, after far too many moments of adrenaline-fueled anguish, their minds blew with such intensity that it burst their broken skulls in a chorus of meaty blasts, fractures of bone and cranial matter splattering across the room and covering walls, floors and ceiling with a spray of dark crimson. Leaving them as but featureless piles of gore dripping from the chairs around the table, the mere sight of the events a too powerful force to retain even a shred of their shape. The red skies of the world lit up with the impossible glow of the cosmic fissures, no soul left to gaze at the spectacle. A space-splitting tear separating the remaining hemisphere in two, chunks drifting away from each other with reified absence widening between them. The errant echoes of his flex rippling through the nothingness, immense waves breaking across the remnants of the dead planet and simply disintegrating it, turning every pebble of bedrock to dust and extinguishing every drop of magma, leaving not a trace of it in its wake. With a content smile, he leaned back in the weightlessness of the crumbling void, resting his head against his hulking arms and spreading his legs to give the overdense deluge of musk some room. He watched the flood engulf the collapsing cosmos, tides of steaming, cement-like sludge drowning entire galaxies, stars snuffed out without so much as a sizzle and planets boiling away in the caustic smog billowing up from individual, supercluster-sized droplets. The corrosive masses extirpating this plane of existence in the span of but a blink of an eye. "Almost feels good to play god," his voice boomed to himself, barely a stray conscious remaining to perceive it at the edge of their fading presence, "but enough toying around..." ----- The shimmering, blue eye peered down at the white-glowing blip before it. Narrowing slightly, taking in its contents in the finest detail. From its foundational laws of physicality over the chemical base elements all the way to the most macrocosmic concepts of its extraplanar structures and astral realms. A little cosmic ball breathed into being, another sphere wrought of its own kind of perfection, ready for the touch of life to truly begin its path to purpose. The draconic deity retreated from their close-up inspection, content with their newest work. Silvery scales and bronzen horns glistening in innumerable imperceptible colors conjured by the lights of their creations. All four arms raised toward their latest opus, claws on fingers outstretched nearing the tiny, filigree mote of their making, moving to animate its substance. They abruptly retracted as their realm shook with a force the godly dragon had never felt before. A shock rippling through the astral void surrounding them, bringing distortion and disarray to their flawless design. Crystal teeth baring, they turned around with a snarl in a many-voiced tone of countless colorful pitches. Focusing the boundless reaches of their all-knowing mind onto what wretched being had deceived their limitless senses and witlessly invaded their domain, certain to smite their feeble corpus beneath the deepest depths of limbic abyss. For the first time in their perpetual existence, they experienced surprise. Like broken glass, the strange, glowing fissures drew rifts through the ethereal fabric. Pulling apart the nothingness in a fractal of jagged lines, stopping not at any of the spheres of creation, simply splitting them into pieces with their precisely arranged contents pouring out. The echoes of the might that had torn them open rushing across their scales, reflections of the bizarre light glittering as they shifted. The waves from beyond washed with them the wisps of unending torment and fright, twisting at the dragon's righteous core. Hanging still, taken aback by facing something their omniscient thoughts had to wrap themselves around first instead of coming to an immediate understanding, jaw now ajar. The clamors shook them out of their stupor. Innumerable of their worlds were trembling from the forces invading their protective realm. Worshipers and nonbelievers alike begging and praying for divine intervention. The tides of agony bringing even the most stalwart champions to their knees, cowering in abject fear of the unseen power threatening their existence. The shining eyes narrowed as the cries of the mortals they watched over reignited the flames of godly furor, focusing on what vile source lay behind this lowly assault on the elaborate perfection of their deific domain. Clouds of diamond dust puffed out from twin pairs of golden wings spread wide. They prepared to set flight toward the assailant gradually becoming clearer in their mind, the prideful features and boasting aura from what was hardly more than a mere miscreant drunk on an ounce of power only strengthening their resolve. The thick, dark gray sludge burst from the crack without warning, dimming the alien glow coming from behind. Untold volumes of the steaming waves eclipsing the infinitudes of distances across the boundless ethereal reaches, washing away the innumerable spheres of creation unfortunate enough to lay be their path. Intricate structures of everversal beauty crushed beneath an untenable pressure as they found themselves lost in the bottomless depths of the exaoceanic mire. Wisps rising up from the mucilaginous liquid corroding the cosmic barriers of realities, pouring through the holes and snuffing out the light and life within, reducing the shining orbs to inert husks crumbling apart in the noxious vapor. The limitless astral void rapidly filling to the absent edges of its infinite extents. Instead of flight, the godly dragon found themselves taking a dive in the all-consuming tides. Ripped aside by unexpected might, submerging the shining deity under the opaque masses of cement-like musk. Whirled around by the mighty waves, they were left outright stupefied as they took in what was happening to them and the realm that they held absolute power over. Silver scales turned ashen as the oxidation befell them. Membranes of their wings separating, gashing holes etched into their foaming surface. Pieces of twisted horns breaking off in chunks, spear-like teeth dulled to stumps, bones of endurium laid bare by the caustic torrents and sizzling away. The blue glimmer of their eyes darkened, the blinded oculars boiling until hollows in the ragged, crystalline skull were all that was left. Only then it dawned on them. Gripping their essence like a vice and only tightening harder. A thing they'd sensed all too frequently from the mortals they'd tended to, but thought to be incapable of experiencing themselves. A choir of raw, gurgling voices screeched in abject agony as their indestructible form rapidly sublimated into a bubbling flurry. The remaining worshipers yet spared by the relentless tides received it as a ghastly answer to their prayers, echoing through their minds and tearing at their thoughts. Souls sinking by the hopeless, anguished wails, the fibers of their being coming apart at the seams and unravelling like a ball of yarn. With the core of their self disintegrated by the desperate roars of the deity that was supposed to be their guardian, they collapsed into but cold husks at best, with the most valiant and devout followers instead outright bursting into a fulminant spray of cleaved sinew, fractured bone and mangled innards. The creations so carefully wrought and cared for over eternities betrayed by their creator, torn down by the destructive lament before the unbridled waves of musk overtook them and erased the last remnants of evidence of their existence ever existing. With their omnipotent power faltering, unable to withstand the ruinous onslaught, the deific dragon bowed to the unmistakable glory and begged. "Come on, try harder. It's like the lot of you never even received any worship at all!" Lance's deep, taunting words shook the little blip to the core. Instead of the clamoring from every last god in and out of existence rising louder, many of their prayers fell silent. Grand, immortal beings of immeasurable fortitude and boundless grace, conjuring realities from thought and bringing life with every breath, omniscient, all-powerful and neverending - they simply faltered. Astral bodies crumbling by the relentless forces of his mere presence, limitless minds breaking as the echoes of his voice pierced through the veils of ideas and tore them down, their very essence dissolving in the caustic tides of ballmusk washing them away. "And here I thought being an eternal god of gods would be a fun time." Horrific convulsions of many-limbed deities twisting themselves into impossible shapes. Pleas of devotion degenerating into lunatic gibbering, grand egos quashed by the failing realization of their utter insignificance. The small, glowing, trembling speck of all creation flickering at the very edge of its extirpation, barely visible as a little light in the cleft of his sack. The gigantic, hulking beast towering over it, its scale far eclipsing any modicum of comprehension. In the void beyond the beyond, overflowing by the gray oceans of his effusions. Too vast, too strong, too much. "But guess it's at best a few moments of bemusement out of you all." With an unwavering smirk and a mildly disappointed shrug, Lance grabbed the barely halfway chubbed-up member drooping lazily over his thigh and lifted it up. Shifting the impossible masses of flesh over distances far beyond even the utmost immeasurable scale. The pulsing, jet black behemoth let out an ominous creaking in its motion, thick urethra idly contracting, heaving untold volumes of precum through its distended innards and spewing it out with devastating intensity. The entire beast not just dripping, but outright pouring with the dense, gray sludge of pheromone-laden sweat and cement-like musk. Every last being still alive among the rapidly dwindling, soul-torn survivors experienced the grand event of Lance's dick being dragged slightly to the side, its veined heft hovering over them like the sword of Damocles, except far more threatening to their collective continued subsistence. Searing heat simmering through their every fiber, individual dollops of effusions from the monstrous manhood effortlessly eclipsing the puny speck of light, perpetually risking that a singular one of them snuff them all out in a mere, misfortunate accident, had he not intervened. "Let's see if you got me hard enough." He let it go. Held neither by his grip nor by any significant amount of its own erection, it came down like a falling tree out of any inescapable proportion. The utter dread of cessation washing over the all as the heat rapidly rose, views of the pulsing urethra giving way to individual wrinkles, to tiny creases of flesh, to minuscule grooves of the structure of its surface. And yet, it only kept getting closer and closer, its presence unbearable, its weight already a crushing force without even coming in contact with it, its abject immensity shattering the minds of anyone so much as making an attempt of trying to take it in. The total annihilation of everything, all-encompassing extinction of all life and the erasure of every last unending, indestructible and immortal deity beyond any and all recourse was only a barely noticeable blip along the way. His cock landed in the cleft of his nuts with a comfortable whumph. He chuckled, "heh, not even close." Leaning back and taking in just how overpowerful he was, the joy of his omnicide letting a brief, warm fuzziness well up inside of him. He took a moment to steep in his greatness, feeling his strength escalate within every muscular fiber, his limitless might overflowing ever further, ego fed by the unwavering confirmation of him being the absolute apex of all with nothing even capable of subsisting before him. He closed his eyes sighed, "I could almost get used to this." The deep, demanding groan from his balls reinforced the inadequacy of the situation. ----- Disoriented, the fox stumbled. He'd have fallen, were it not for the tightly-packed crowd around him keeping him from moving further than a few inches. He blinked. In the short moment of his lids shutting, the vision of his twisted limbs flashed up. The whirling views of his eyes broken out of their sockets. The cruel chuckle underlining the agonized gurgling of colleagues, friends and himself being wrung apart by the horrific sight etched into his thoughts. He gasped as he opened them again, the acrid tingle of his lungs melting still present at the forefront of his mind. Gripping at the neck of his uniform and pulling them away as if he couldn't breathe. Cursing at his weakness, he forced himself to concentrate for a moment and assess his situation. The people around him looked no better than he felt. Packed streets as far as he could see by his small statue. Skyscrapers full of them, peering out of the windows and down from roofs. Sitting in the branches of trees and on the arches of street lamps, making them bend precariously. By their attire, most were civilian. Some of common species, some less so and yet others more akin to some kind of sci-fi creature than anything else. All united in their collective confusion and dread. A pervasive fear carried through the mumbling of a million different tongues, languages so alien that he'd never even heard the sounds some of them made. Below his feet, the ground seemed to buzz. Overhead, the skies were inundated with dirigibles, airplanes and strange, flying objects he didn't have the words to describe. Then, his eyes focused on the gray, lonely figure standing at the edge of the apartment building rooftop right next to him. He could barely contain the instinctual panic welling up. His stomach turned, throat constricted, pupils widened as his vision became a narrow tunnel focused on one singular point. Much smaller than their last encounter. The muscles on his body merely toned, not beyond herculean. But the smirk on his canine snout and overpowering air of superiority were unmistakable. His arms crossed and legs spread to make room for his steaming package that was of almost a reasonable size, he looked over the bustle of innumerable people down below, enjoying the view. The lanky, green-fuzzed creature standing next to the fox followed his gaze. Upon noticing who it was, their long jaws opened wide, but only a quiet gurgle resounded from it. Their eyes rolled up, their limbs twitched once violently, crimson pouring from their lips - and then they slumped to the ground, lifelessly. Fingers pointed up toward him. Yelps of surprise, gasps of fear, wails of horror. Some fell to their knees, hands folded, begging, their prayers drowned in the chaos of countless voices. Others tried to run, clawing at the people around them, attempting to climb over the crowds in a desperate, unthinking frenzy. Many couldn't take even a glimpse of him. Like something tripping in their mind, the memories hit them with a might they didn't withstand. The more resilient ones having their sense of self crumbling away, falling into a coma with open mouth and eyes, unmoving. Those less so had their minds outright blown, the cracking of skulls almost like a background rhythm in the growing trepidation, splatters of blood, chunks of brains and eyeballs dislodged from the force scattering all around. He watched as a rivulet of condensed musk rolled along the underside of the wolf's shaft. Thickening at the tip of the halfway erect member, pulling a slimy strand as its weight increased and finally dropping down. The rat on her knees in front squealed sharply as the baseball-sized droplet hit her shoulder. Some of the splashes from it sprayed onto the fox's uniform and face, clenching his teeth as he keeled over in the blistering pain as the liquid cauterized his skin. Eyes burning and watering, but knowing what he'd see, he didn't dare to close them again. With the turgid slurping of flesh, something landed to his feet. Looking down, he saw the rat picking up the arm that had been seared from its socket, shakily trying to return the limp appendage to its place. Her neck craned back, one imploring eye staring into his, the other one just a blind, white ball sitting in the middle of the gash covering an entire half of her face, the splashback having peeled away her skin and revealed a view of bare sinew, teeth hardly clinging onto the scraps of leftover gums, shreds of tongue hanging loosely out of the side of her mouth. She opened it as if to speak, but instead her spine only arched until it cracked and she collapsed onto the pavement, her body coming to rest right next to the hole that the caustic substance had dug into the ground, melting away anything in its path. From below echoed further wails and howls. People looking up at the light falling in through the ceiling. The almost vertical tunnel having etched across layers upon layers of caves in the hollowed-out crust, every cavity and crevice filled to the absolute brim with the seemingly endless crowds. "Well, I appreciate your efforts." Lance's voice boomed out with an unnatural bellow, swinging along the fabric of reality itself. The words echoing through thoughts more than through ears, propagating instantaneously across the furthest reaches of his newly-wrought existence, speaking to every being that his presence alone hadn't ruptured already. The hysteria ebbing off slightly as they all listened to what wasn't so much a single spoken language, but ideas themselves made manifest. "But I didn't bring you back for another shot at worshipping me," he uncrossed his arms, straightened his back and lifted his chin, tail twitching with unbound excited glee, "I just wanted to murder you all again!" After waiting just a moment for the panic before him to flare up once more and letting his announcement sink in, his endowments abruptly exploded in size. The fox stared helplessly as the fat, cream-colored sack descended toward him, the pressure wave ripping apart the building facade and tearing sizeable chunks out of the people packed behind it. Being shoved into the cratering ground, he felt his lungs collapse by the sheer force of air displaced, ribs snapping inwards and piercing through his organs. His bones crumbling to dust in moments, body flattened into the cracking pavement, his distorted form spread out thinly as if he were a jelly-filled stress ball. And much like one, he simply burst, liquefied innards melded into the very rock beneath. Lance's nuts slammed down like meteors, crashing through the thin surface and into the hollows below. The turgid cracks echoing across the ravines opening up, fountains of crimson bursting forth from them as he tore through the crowded underground tunnelscape, crushing hordes of disparate populace he'd placed there under his lethal heft. His road-spanning cock smashed into the streets filled to the brim with the chaotic waves of people desperately trying to escape their inevitable fate, outright pulverizing anyone caught in the direct impact into a flurry of reddish powder. Growing larger with violent surges, his colossal shaft mulched through the frenzied masses at a terrifying pace. It's immense girth grinding against surrounding skyscrapers, breaking them apart. So chock-full it was like they were made of flesh themselves, their windows burst with torrents of broken limbs and their crumbling walls divulged their organs, collapsing not into plumes of dust and piles rubble, but instead a spray blood and mountains of mangled gore. Maroon rivers rushing forth from the monstrous beast depopulating an entire district in seconds, the raging tides overwhelming the horrified mob on the ground and washing away even more structures, their destruction only adding to the rising floods. With a wide, joyful smile, Lance throned atop his swelling endowments, watching, hearing and feeling the carnage with delight. Exhaling and steadying his legs, he moved his hands down toward his crotch, trying his best to keep himself from unleashing too much of his enormity and ruining the fun. As his digits sunk into the dark, hot skin, a shiver raced up his spine, his shudder making the whole world shake and several of the all too fragile caves he'd carved into it implode in on themselves. He shifted his hands away from him, clenching his teeth to try and reel himself in, but still he felt the sinew of his shoulders swelling, his arms bulking out and his entire body growing, height doubling before he finished the forward motion of his stroke. Yet, compared to just how much expansive force he had welling up within him, it was a remarkable feat of restraint. Then again, his violently surging package at least served as a little bit of an outlet. Swelling across the vast cityscape covering the entire continent up to the edges, every mile another few trillion bodies ground to pulp beneath his heft, swatting flocks of airborne vehicles out of the sky turning a deep maroon as it reflected the oceans becoming red with blood. His steaming balls rolled off of the crumbling landmass and into the cooling depths, smashing through the ceilings of the underwater habitation structures, their thick glass shattering and letting the masses of water and nuts suffocate the populations housed within. The planet cracking and breaking under his rapidly escalating weight, earthquakes rippling through the crumbling world and splitting its crust, volcanoes bursting with a deluge of ripped-up meat and bone, the entire surface of the globe submerged by crimson tides. Another explosion of size sent him sinking into the mantle, his endowments taken together rivaling the world in scale. Molten rock and shredded gore spraying up all around his cock as it plunged into the depths once so brimming with life, now steeped in the remains of brutal slaughter. As his hands returned to his crotch to finish his first rub, he felt his member harden slightly, drilling through the battered core and bursting out of the other hemisphere, breaking the planet into bloody chunks in the process. The flesh of his shaft glistening with a harrowing dark red, the fur of his roiling sack smeared-up and dripping. Mere moments later, it began to sizzle and boil, the simmering steam etching away at the feeble substance that had run out of replenishment as his apocalyptic extinction concluded. Oceans of caustic sludge condensing from the thickening mists billowing up, slightly tainted in their normal, grayish color, but quickly eclipsing the stains of his massacre with the ungodly thick, supercluster-flooding, black-hole-choking plumes of musk. He redoubled his efforts of rubbing himself and strained even harder than that to try and keep his size contained, despite his body bucking violently and his muscles burning with the need to expand their bulk. The universe trembled from the sheer heft of his overcompressed package, its density escalating in spite of its comparatively minuscule scale. Gravity shifting toward the true center of everything, every nebula, star and musk cloud drifting into a rapidly decaying orbit focused on the all-overpowering canine. One uncontrolled buck of his hips sending his member surging through the void, battering superclusters into naught and piercing not just the barrier of one, but ramming his tip into another, alternate universe, taking only a mere second to utterly inundate the shining ball with its corrosive vapors and bereaving it of its entire contents, noxious fumes rising from its disintegrating shape. His tail wagging with excitement, Lance had found his groove. A throb of his hardening, reality-shaking cock sent ripples of force throughout the breadth of the outer planes. With untold strength, he continued to paw himself off, his hulking body but a tiny speck at the base of his burgeoning balls wrecking the bounds of the multiverse and rapidly filling the furthest depths of space, yet powerful enough to pleasure his dick tearing through the fabric of temporality, timelines straining and snapping around its girth as he rubbed out the cosmos beneath his enormity. Tongue hanging from his mouth widening to a smile, he surged across the reaches of existences, saturating endless voids and eclipsing an infinitude of mere material planes in a few, mighty strokes. He huffed as the fundaments of reality crumbled beneath his weight, astral realms tearing open and facing the dripping, pulsing, heaving beast ready to ravage their insides. He felt the pillars of pantheons collapsing as his tip came crashing through them, the feeble husks of deities ripped from their existence against the tight skin of his titanium-hard shaft. None of them putting up even the slightest bit of opposition, their forms but thoughtless shells bereft of any sense of self. The memories of their own demise far too horrifying for them to have continued to subsist beyond the very instant that Lance had recreated them. Their omniscient minds remembering every last impossible fact of the erasure of their everlasting presence pulling their consciousness to shreds from within, leaving only expired hulls to be torn from being by the merciless tides of flesh. Everything unraveled around his immensity. The last scraps of realities tearing and wisps of ethereal fibers disintegrating into naught. A few echoes of agony ringing through his ears, fading away as the final remnants of life extinguished by his might. Surging across the nothingness drowning in his musk, hips thrusting wildly, powerful contractions of his member sending waves of pleasure racing up and down his spine. He bit his lip, head cocked back, pushing himself further and further to the edge. His stroking slowed. He shuddered, the coming onslaught of his climax welling up from deep inside him, hailing a cataclysmic event of such untold magnitude that even the anticipation eclipsed everything he'd wrought so far. ----- The fox gasped as he slumped over, just barely managing to stretch out his hands to stop his snout from hitting the smooth, alabaster bricks. He exhaled, fingers clenched tightly, but this time he didn't make the mistake of blinking and seeing it all again. For a brief spell, he remained there, kneeling and hunched over, just staring at the floor with wide eyes and grinding teeth. Trying his best not to think of the agony of his second last moments, his hide still crawling with the pangs of it distorted out of shape and burst apart, bones aching from the experience of being turned to powder. He hung there, motionless, every instant of the short span of time a violent struggle against his own thoughts. Finally he roused as it washed over him. A heavy, humid, almost searing heat that engulfed every square millimeter of his bare-furred body, sinking through his pelt and making the skin beneath tingle uncomfortably. He held his breath and recoiled. As he rose to a kneel with his spine straight, his retreat was stopped by the back of his head hitting something smooth. Strong digits closed in, fingers locking behind his ears and thumb affixing to his forehead. His intent to gasp for air was thwarted by his throat clamping shut from the sight. The muscular arm attached to the tall canine with his familiar, cruel grin. He stood before an ornate throne and looked into the distance. From the corner of his eyes, the vulpine could make out the edges of steps leading down from the mountainous, white pyramid they were on top of. Crowds of people in the streets on their knees just like him, the prior panic given way to paralyzing dread. Skyscrapers in the cityscape far eclipsed by gigantic marble statues depicting the same, toned body, mile-high sculptures like idols to a god, yet not nearly as terrifying a view as the real thing right in front of him, despite his frame being far less massive. Heavy sack swinging between his legs, erection throbbing with so much force as to rock the world and make the blue skies tint orange from deep fissures rippling through the crust. Other hand grasping his fat, glistening shaft tightly, fingers barely able to wrap around enough of the thigh-thick girth to hold it up properly. Pulling toward his crotch, his jaw parted, tongue hanging out, eyes shutting for a moment. As they opened, their gazes met. Every fiber of the fox's being wanted to recoil. His fur standing up on end, tail curling, ears laid flat. Raising his hands and clawing at the fist holding him in place, trying to escape the unwavering grip as the cock was aimed to point right at him. It slammed into his face with ruthless strength, not so much parting his lips as it cracked his snout and unhinged his jaw, making it drop limply against his chest. Teeth splitting and bursting from their gums, the far too huge pillar of flesh forced itself into his maw, bending his palate and ramming into the back of his throat, causing his entire body to buck as his muscles contracted involuntarily. Cheeks straining and tearing at the edges of his mouth, his head was snapped backwards with a turgid fracture of his neck, the relentless push uncaring of having reached the end of the line and just continuing on. Meaty cracks reverberating through his limbs as the member simply shoved through tissue and bone, barrelling right into cranial matter and smashing into the back of his skull, bulging it out unnaturally. Clouds of maroon-tinted, gray vapor billowing from his nose, eyes and the gashes in his head. Turning into thick, gooey rivers of musk, blood and liquefied innards boiled away in the deadly sludge, streams not just running down, but through his chest, disintegrating anything within its path with a rapid, steeping sizzle. His eyes but hollows spewing with darkened morass, face reduced to an unrecognizable mire of sinew and cartilage, body riddled with steaming holes where flesh fell off in chunks. Searing agony barraging his brain melting away from the inside, losing control of his limbs as they convulsed violently, adrenaline pumping through his swollen veins dreadfully keeping him alert and aware. Lance's muscles relaxed. His head slumped forward, eyes rolling up, lips rising to a pleasure-filled smile. With his tail thrashing, his balls pulled tight, hips bucking a little further and submerging him even deeper into his unfortunate plaything coming apart at the seams. Powerful contractions tingling along his spine, each one causing the already broken planet to disintegrate some more, the heat traveling through his distending cock conjuring deep pangs of dread sinking to the core of every being before him. Finally, he came. The head of his vulpine companion was blown off entirely, detonating into but a fine mist by the unbridled force of the shot, his battered body dropping below the violent spray of white that was ripping away anything within its path. The rope of seed was like a liquid death ray, aimed at a slightly downward angle it hit the ground with unstoppable might and simply blasted straight into it. Without even slowing down in the slightest, the fountain of cum drilled a tunnel through the entire world and blew out of the other side absolutely unhindered. The dense geyser spread out further as it traveled onwards, suffocating the brief flame of system's star in the widening, overdense deluge. Galactic superclusters torn apart by the relentless volley bursting through them, crossing the entire universe and erasing everything so unfortunate as to be in his way. The feeble, cosmic barrier couldn't stop the flood either, nor could any other force in existence. The raw strength of the cumshot carrying it throughout higher planes and utterly obliterating anything it came into contact with, reducing it far beneath the very essence they were made of, disintegrating it below its sub-quantum filaments. Omniverses drowning in the wake, realities ripping apart around the piercing blow, ethereal voids splitting in twain as the unmatched might blew through their innards and out of their limitless bounds. The rope disappearing into the beyond, its ultra-compressed density still causing it to broaden as it traveled on, until individual droplets breaking off of the stream were large enough to far eclipse the volume of the tiny speck of all. The pressure that blew out radially from the cosmos-piercing blast tore apart anything that the brunt of the shot hadn't hit. The fox's body atomized before it could slump to the ground, the entire planet detonating from the expanding force from within. Extraplanar spheres burst into a flurry of raw, entropic energy, unable to hold their form together against the shockwaves. Filaments of the fabric of reality separating, their fundamental substructures unraveling, disintegrating into absolute nothingness the mere echoes rippling out from the all-eclipsing fountain of seed. Lance shifted his position slightly. His second rope made the first look less than paltry in but an instant, its abject velocity and beyond-impossible volume distorting all of existence like a piece of paper crumpling into a black hole. He laughed. The utter ecstasy rising to his head and drenching his thoughts in delirious euphoria. Unable to concentrate on anything but the cruel, ravishing bliss, his adamantine grip on his body slipped. With just the tiniest crack in the veneer, his suppressed enormity took deepest hold and sent him exploding in size. Eldritch volumes of cockflesh bursting forth through the ravaged scraps of being, its urethra only bloating wider as the force of his orgasm spiked beyond his own comprehension. Roaring balls burgeoning past all scale and measure, their overproduction escalating above its tallest heights, tightening with boiling seed perpetually eclipsed by its raging tides remultiplying. His body surging higher, sinew straining and muscles bulging out, bones swelling and thickening as he grew ever larger and stronger. His head spinning with pure fervor almost disappeared in the depths of his overbearing bulk, shoulders like mountain ranges even to him, his pecs so broad he had to force them aside with his gargantuan biceps to continue gripping the base of his member, his strength yet just barely enough for his efforts of stroking himself. He hardly caught a few glimpses of his devastation ravaging the remnants of all before his view simply turned white. Eventually, as his shot ebbed off, he shut his eyes and tried to reel himself in for another round. ----- The fox found himself amidst a bizarre alien landscape. His spine straining with the searing pain of his left arm melded into the crystalline structures of the strange, wavering blue boulder next to him, his skin fading into the stone, bones fused with the rock. His right hand drawing through his face, the feeling of his head being railed asunder still prickling on its surface. Lighting arched across the pulsing, jaden sky, revealing more degenerate chunks floating in the distance, shaking bodies partly or entirely embedded into it. But over the misery of their twisted existence, they felt the ungodly might peering down to them. The callous monstrosity barely mustering a shrug at having created them in such a sorry state, the motion rattling the puny blip of light to its core, the distortive waves shattering the islands suspended in the void and tearing the people within them in twain as the pieces drifted apart, leaving them unable to move as their skin split and entrails came spilling out. "Whoops, guess that's a miscreation." It just took a slight nudge to send the little ball careening straight into the blast zone. The edge of Lance's mouth twitching up slightly as his third rope wiped away the cosmos, the collective, agonizing eradication of all life bringing him a tiny burst of joy, despite its utter insignificance. He gave it another try, straining his boundless might in a struggle against his own, primal power. But with the orgasmic fervor still ravaging his being, his size and strength escalating relentlessly with no chance to reel it in, he only managed to recreate the all once more without him in it. Only for it to instantaneously melt into absolute nothingness in the thickening, impenetrable tides of caustic musk washing over it, sublimating their bodies into bubbling foam and drowning their souls in the impossibly thick deluge. Lance smiled. Really, this was kind of fun on its own. Reconstituting everything and everyone only for them to be crushed by his beyond-hulking, ever-rising brawn. Turned into a smear as they crashed into the vast, seething surface of his cock. Disintegrating from the pressure of his overwhelming nuts. Blown apart by a breath. Ripped from their existence by his mere presence. Each all-encompassing erasure another spark of anguish adding to the fiery fury of his still building climax. The intervals of recreation getting shorter and shorter, his force of destruction causing their eradication far faster than immediately. Condensing their entire being into a perpetual cycle of unending agony, plummeting into the bottomless depths of misery as they were ceaselessly massacred over and over and over again, the cruel spiral of resurrection and annihilation twisting into a deathly coil where it all fused together into continual, relentlessly intensifying suffering. Their deaths becoming the only existence they'd known, shattered minds but wishing for the endless torment to cease. "Mhh, you better get used to this," Lance chuckled, leaning back into the backrest of his sack, "cause I already am!" He let himself loosen ever further, basking in the limitless pleasure of his eternally mounting orgasm, drifting off into forever bliss. ----- The fox hung in his chair, arms dangling limply over the sides. The blueish glow of console screen in front of him illuminated his face. Dilated pupils, jaw hanging open, strands of drool dripping from his lips. Not a single thought rousing behind his brow, mind bereft of its capability hold a spark of conscious. Not even a ghost of their very self remaining, ego shattered, ground up and utterly erased into naught from the eternities of limitless torment. Pale, hopeless and empty, he felt nothing. Only a hollow shell for a life broken beyond recourse. As were his colleagues slumped around the table, ignorant of the noises of their systems trying to get their attention. Just like the people outside, laying in the streets motionless, draped over steering wheels, collapsed against the nearest wall. And the same for everyone else. Silent and soulless, the sentience drained from them, continuing to exist as but husks incapable of being. Lance opened his eyes with a smile from ear to ear, flinging the blanket away and letting it slide to the floor. He still felt warm and fuzzy from his everlasting climax, sighing to the ends of forever, but focusing on what lay ahead. He took in the breathless silence, the utter ruination that he had wrought, spirits of gods and mortals alike crushed beyond their own subsistence. "Aw, it's not as fun when you're all wallowing in your eradication." He spread his legs atop his mattress and seating himself into position. "Really, you should start panicking again though. If you thought the first one was bad, you're so gonna hate round two!" The turgid echo of every mind bursting the skull it was contained within made him let out a cheerful chuckle, the certainty of his threat being far too much for even their thoughtless existence, the very idea extinguishing all life the instant it was posed. He reached for his reality-rending member with both hands, watching it lazily tilt forward and feeling the familiar pangs of a contraction coming on. The force of the idle twitch was unendurable. Beyond mere paltry destruction it tore through all with raging brutality, ripping the very concepts of their elementality apart. Stripping away the bounds of impossibility, it ravaged the fibers of their core subsistence, wiping their utmost intricate detail from the capability of being. Crushing every last idea of even the slightest notion of their inconceivable continuance, decimating the flimsy shreds of their presence far beneath naught. Not just erasing, but utterly unmaking the tiniest iota of any and all possibility of existence persisting, the barest suggestion of life unbecoming in itself. The nothing faltering before his might, extirpating into its own absence. The devastation made his ears bounce happily, concentrating on resurrecting it all. He remained alone. The realization began to sink in. Pure, depraved glee welling up from deep within him. Cruel grin parting for bellowing laughter as his insurmountable superiority overtook his conscious. His arms wide, chest out and head thrown back, he roared with raw ecstasy, thoughts spinning and twisting around naught but him. Not just the only thing that mattered, but the only thing to be. The absolute peak of inconceivable greatness, unending overpower and apexial pinnacle of domination enrapturing his overbounding self entirely. Spine arching under the unbridled force of climax battering him with relentless vigor, finally letting his every last restraint slip and burst into abject, scaleless immensity, ever eclipsing his strength, endowment and enormity at every lack of a passing moment. The feeble idea of mere godhood all but wiped away as Lance ascended into something so far beyond that he rid his mind of such worthless concepts altogether, leaving room for but him to revel in the wicked exaltation of the one and only, the utmost, ultimate, culminative zenith of perfection: himself.