“Tens of thousands of years ago, the All Moose created our world.” Said an elderly voice. “He released a fraction of his power, planting the seed of live into our planet, creating many beings like wolves, bears…”
“And lions!” Interrupted the voice of a little boy. 
“Hehe, yes. He created us lions as well. And we mortals formed many civilizations that worshiped him, though, over time many civilizations have begun arguing on what his teachings actually were. Peace and love, or war and violence. Their arguments turned into a holy war, those who dared to blasphemies his holy teachings were purged to hell, where they will spend the rest of eternity. We have lived in peace for centuries since then, and we can now hope that our Holy Moose returns to us, his children and ascend us in his holy light.”

The words of his late grandfather echoed in the head of Albert, as he sat, gazing through the window of the monorail train. The towers of Morganton reach for the high sky in the reflection of his brown eyes. He stared at the building he passed by with a bit of disgust seeping through his face. 
“Such buildings should be used to worship the Holy Moose, not worshipping greed.” he thought to himself. “When his feet grace this ground once again, and he will purge all these sinners from the face of his Holy Garden!”

He exited the train at the southern station, as his eyes moved around, looking at the people who are clearly ignorant of the Holy God’s teaching. As the middle-aged lion walked down the station’s steps, his mind raced, picturing what the return of the holy All Moose would be like. 
Streams of light glows down from the clouds as he descended from the heavens, his silky white robes waves from the wind. As he landed, a wave of light emanated from his hands turning the dirty grey city into a colorful green natural paradise, the sinful dark people turned colorful as the light cleansed their minds. The buildings in the background were all gone, replaced by rainbow in the sky, cool wind was blowing as the enlightened people gathered around, worshipping the moose as he gives them paradise.

The lion’s thoughts were interrupted as he finally arrived at a church. The brown, stoney building was imposing, the main chamber within had carvings on the walls of a tall moose teaching his disciples on one side and purging demons on the other. The dimly lit room had many large pews, all empty. Albert chose one in the middle to sit on, the cold and hard wood was a bit uncomfortable, but he was used to it. His maned head tilted forward as he began chanting, praying to the Wise Moose, chanting for him to return to the world and bring salvation. 

It was late in the afternoon, when Albert finished his worship, stepping out the main door he thought he would visit something more natural, so he headed for the park. He sat on a park bench, his arms were spread on the top of the lath of wood and his head held back. He smiled as birds were chirping and light wind blown through his mane. He was glad that he was able to visit a somewhat godly place in the city other than the church. The sky was turning orange and the park grew darker, there was only light where there were lampposts to drive away the darkness of the shadows of the massive trees doing their best to also cover out the sight of buildings as well. The sun setting was the sign for the lion to return to his apartment. He pulled his earbuds and phone from his pocket putting the little white plastic stubs into his fluffy ears as he began walking for the exit. He selected a song of his favorite religious rock band, nodding his head a bit as he joined the rest of the city’s residence in their quest of marching home. 


The night grew darker in the park, as the sun had set behind the buildings of the city. The entire metropolitan woodland was left abandoned, only some random, shadey characters passed by in the spots of light casted by lampposts, but nothing was happening there at that ungodly hour. Until some orb of light began flashing near the pond. The light of the orb started glowing constantly and the orb itself expanded as moved closer to the ground. 

A group of horses were messing around at the swing sets, when they noticed a bright light coming from behind the trees near the pond. The four hooded men curiously went towards the light. Their mouths were left open as the orbs glow reflected from their eyes. The already massive orb stopped growing, but it kept moving lower until it touched the ground, where it disappeared. In its place was a moose and big one at that, he was fifteen feet tall and almost the same in width. His massive pecs moved as he a deep took sniff filling his lungs, turning his head with the massive antlers that combined were almost as wide as his broad muscular shoulders. His lungs were full with the sample of air he took in as his eyes locked onto the buildings with glowing windows reaching high for the sky. The massive chest deflated with a burst of air exiting his nostrils and a snicker.
“Heh! Ripe.” He said to himself with a smile. The massive antlered head then moved down looking down to the ground  between his powerful pecs. The earth was scorched around him in a perfect circle with strange unreadable words engraved into the ground. The big muscles on his left legs flexed with magnificence as they moved his foot forwards and setting it down ahead of him. The soil was pushed in, taking the shape of the moose’s foot. The four hooded men just stared at the muscled giant that appeared before them until one of them came to a shocking realization.

“I-is he… God?” asked one of the horses. The moose heard his question and he turned around towards the equine, that’s when they noticed his five-foot-long cock, the wind carried its juicy scent towards the horses filling their noses with its musk. They felt the moose’s footfalls in the ground getting heavier until he was looming over them. The four horsemen stared up at to the face of the mighty moose, who pushed aside the two trees that were blocking his view on the group. The same smile was on his face as he answered with his otherworldly deep voice.
“Heh! Yes, I am your god. I am the All Moose!” He answered. The group was completely dumbfounded but one of the had the mental fortitude to speak up again.
“A-and… w-why are h-here?” He asked with a cowardly voice, to which Moose just snickered.
“You’re just about to find out!” Answered the god as he moved arm towards the equine, his fingers gently brushed the short fur on the most courageous horse. After a few gently strokes his index finger moved out, pointing at the horseman and with a quick tap on his skull his head exploded to the other side splattering blood and brains everywhere. The headless blood fountain fell infront of his friends, as the body hit the ground a blue orb came out of it, glowing, and it quickly flew into Moose leaving a light trail behind it. The god absorbed the little orb as he quickly turned his attention towards the group who now realized that it’s a good time to run. They quickly began making a run for it, one of them even tripped in his own foot as he tried to escape. Moose just laughed at the three trying to get away from him, but before they got too far, he twitched his bicep that sent a powerful shockwave shredding everything within 50 feet infront of him. Trees turned into woodchips and boys became bloody mists with a few chunks of meat, the ground was also blasted forward leaving a smaller excavation taking its place. Three blue orbs ascended from the center of the three blood stains and flew into the All Moose to be absorbed. Moose just snickered at how much devastation he caused with practically no effort.

 With another snicker he began thumping forward, after a short hike he got past the appetizer for destruction and was leaving his footprints impeded in the pavement. Each time Moose’s foot touched down, the lampposts wobbled, and the parked cars shook, with their suspension slowly giving back stability to their metal frames. The few people in the street gazed at him in awe. The light flickered from his steps, but they gave a better light to the magnificent image of his body, which was relaxed, still the fibers of muscles were quite visible through his short fur with some of his veins reaching across the diamond hard structure, some on his arms, pecs, thighs, abs and even a big one on his cock. The furs started to gather around him with their phones out taking pictures of him. Moose just gave smug smile, enjoying the attention of the cameras circling around him, some even took selfies with their tongues out as the mighty moose was snickering in the background. The god started flexing his arms to please the intoxicating crowd. Wails and whistles could be heard from the audience as they witnessed the pure artwork that was the giant’s body giving them a double bicep, followed by a lat spread.

At the end of the block there was a Hoggy’s Donut Shop with eight police officers enjoying a break on the midnight shift. Three older pigs and five younger doberman and german shepherds were sipping their coffees and eating their colorful sugary treats, when they heard a ruckus behind them. The window behind them showed that a bunch of people were running out into the street, gathering around some big moose whose tip of his flaccid cock was just peaking above the group’s heads. With barely any surprise on his face, one of the plump belly pigs turned back to the pink dressed boar waitress and said:
“We’ll be back later.” He then turned around and said, “Let’s go boys!” The unphased officer than began stomping towards the door with his bouncing belly and his colleagues behind him. The group moved through the growing crowd, the canine officers were staring at Moose with wide eyes as they followed their unamused pink furred elders. As they got between the cheering crowd and the giant, they all got next to one another and looked up at the muscular back of the All Moose doing a side triceps pose.
“Alright big guy! Yer done!” Said the lard bacon in the middle.
“Hmmm?” went Moose curiously as he turned his attention to the enforcers of the law. The younger canines were almost trembling before him as the three little piggies just gave him a bored look of ‘I don’t get paid enough for this’.
“Yer under arrest, for public indecency and disturbing the peace. Now let’s go, buddy!” Said the big bundle of tender loins. Moose just chuckled at the sight of how such pathetic creatures had the courage to tell him what to do.

“You got some balls there lil guy!” He boomed. “Lemme see ‘em!” The officer was taken back by what the giant said, but before he could even react the massive hand reached down grabbing the pig’s testicles and ripped them off. While the old officer squealed in pain, Moose examined at the pair of pebbles in his hands.

“Hmm, not as impressive as I thought.” He commented, crushing the man’s disappointing source of testosterone into a stain in his palm. The pigs were tending to their friend while the cowardly canines pulled their pistols and began unloading them on to the All Moose, their frightened shooting was inconsistent, as the small pieces of metal were shattering all over the imposing god, some shots were even able to miss the massive mound of muscles. Moose stomped down on the demasculinized pig, his foot covered the balled-up man and also crushed the arms of the two who were trying to help him, shaking the ground all around and knocking most off their feet. The deceased swine’s blue orb was instantly absorbed into the heavy foot. The squeals of the other two pigs mixed with the screams of the gathered crowd that was trying to get away from the murderous giant. The muscle moose bent down, while the young, agile dogs hopped right back up and continued shooting, he grabbed both pigs by their heads and pushed his massive thumbs into the skulls of the slaughter ready animals, breaking their faces in and smothering their brains down to a bloody mush. Their bodies went limp, so Moose just tossed them casually behind him, their arms were still under his heavy foot, so when he started to move the piggies, their armless carcasses began spraying even more blood, making a trail as they flew out of sight. The five dogs were left stunned, they ran out of ammo, they lost their leaders, and they have no idea what to do. Their confusion didn’t last long however, Moose moved his head below their height, got closer, and went back up again. His antlers were just below their heads and as he moved back up, he impaled all five dogs onto its spikes. They too went limp as their canine brains started to drip down their uniforms. The blue orbs from the far-flung meat bags finally got back to the All Moose, just as the other five exited their corpses as well and flew straight into the god.

The bodies swung left and write as Moose moved his head, he looked around to see the mortals fleeing away from him.
“HAHAHA! What?! I thought you wanted to see a show!” He chuckled, as the bodies hung on him swayed as just from the power of his voice. 
“HAHA! Get back here!” As the final word left his mouth his right arm tensed up a little, creating not a shockwave but a gravity well for the fraction of a second he flexed. The pull was so strong it ripped up the pavement around him, parked cars lampposts and everyone that was in the street was pulled into the god. The cars crashed into his torso, the posts bent around his frame, and like tomatoes, the furs splattered all over him covering him in their red juice, mixing with the rubble of the building that was sucked into him. Some people that were too close to their creator were shredded as they were pulled into the immovable wall. Moose disappeared under the big mound of rubble he sucked onto himself, a few seconds into the debris settling the mound was glowing blue for a second, then the big pile of rubble exploded, sending dust, stone, wreckages and limbs flying for miles. The skull of one of the doberman was still on his left antler, some of the skin, flesh and both eyes were ripped off but the skull itself was mostly intact. He unhung it and brought it to his face. It didn’t look all that impressive, but the fact it survived what Moose just did made it exceptional, so he slammed it into his face, shattering it into thousands of little fragments, chuckling as the brains and blood dissolved on his face, leaving it untainted.

The street was abandoned, only some collapsed buildings were around to company the All Moose. Some of the skyscrapers in the distance were on fire, mostly likely from the rubble he sent flying everywhere. Sirens were blaring in the distance, reacting to the recent devastation. Lot of movement was happening in that part of the city which meant more fun to be had there, so Moose began to thump his way towards the skyscrapers, occasionally blasting people away with a pulse from his biceps and tearing down a couple buildings in the process. 


Albert was carrying an otter on his shoulder, his blood poured down the shoulder of the lion, staining his shirt. He was taking the injured man and guiding others out of the building, down the stairwell. The ambulance just whooshed by them as they came out the front door of the apartment complex. The lion quickly put the smaller man down and chased after the medics as he yelled, “I’ll be back!”

He chased the ambulance for over a block until he had to stop to wheeze in exhaustion, bending over and holding tight his ribcage from the pain he felt in his lungs, but he had to push on and get help. The lion went after the vehicle, hearing booms and feeling the rumbling of the ground getting increasingly violent. As he reached the corner of the block, he almost walked into a brown mountain of muscle. The feline fell back in fright, looking up at the hulking moose with his jaw hanging. Moose caught the cat in the corner of his eye and stopped to look down at him. After what felt like an eternity to Albert, he finally mustered the courage to speak up.
“A-are you the All Moose?” he asked
“Heh, yes I am!” replied the god to which the lion immediately got on his knees and began bowing before him.
“Oh, praise be! Praise be! I have prayed for this day to come all my life! The All Moose has returned to rid the world sinners! I have followed all your teachings, oh wise one! And I’m ready to ascend with you to heaven above!” he said with tears of joy pouring from his eyes.
“Teachings? I don’t have any teachings.” Said the moose to which the lion’s wide smiling mouth has fallen open, his eyes practically emitting his shock.
“My child, I only planted the seed of life here, nothing more. And that seed grew into a field of ripe life” he said as he picked up Albert, holding him against his massive chest. “And now, it’s time for the harvest!”
Moose began chuckling with his deep godly voice shaking the street. He placed the maned head of the cat between his pecs. The muscles held Albert in place as the godly arms let go of him, he screamed in terror, then in pain as the grip of the pecs slowly grew tighter, his left eye popped out as the pressure grew, his skull creaked. Moose had a lot of experience crushing mortals, he knew how to take it extra slowly to savor the moment. The fur’s skull creaked as his screaming grew more painful. The sounds of loud snapping grew more frequent as his skull began to deform, then suddenly with a loud wet crack, Albert’s voice was silenced, his headless body flopped to the pavement, his blood pooling from his neck. Some fragments and chunks of flesh were stuck between his tight muscles were absorbed into Moose, same with Albert’s blue orb of pure life force.

Moose continued on his path towards some of the bigger buildings in the city, finally reaching his first skyscraper of his harvest. At its base, looking up at the glass tower makes it feel like it reaches to infinity. By this hour most people who worked there were long gone, still he sensed that there was still at least a hundred people in there. Janitors, security guards and poor souls who had to work overtime to please their masters all spread out in separate parts of the building, oblivious to what is to come. The god had a wide sinister grin on his face, when he was rudely interrupted by the cities law enforcement again. This time it was a SWAT team firing pathetic pieces of metal at him with their rifles.
“Ugh” grunted the god as he saw what dared to attack him again. Moose turned around to face them properly, their bullets bounced off his chest and unamused face. He simply lifted his right arm up infront of his chest, his forearm parallel with it. He twitched his pinky which tensed a single strand of muscle in his forearm, sending a thin, blade-like shockwave infront of him. It cut each mortal in half and cut a crevasse 100 feet deep down into the ground behind them and making a few buildings collapse from the displacement of the ground. A total of twelve orbs flew into his body and as he turned to face the skyscraper again dozens of blue orbs were approaching from the collapsed sites behind him.

Moose was chuckling as he looked at the tower, his back turned towards the orbs flying into him and getting absorbed. The ground began to rumble as he hunched forward, the rumbling intensified as he flexed his godly abs, cracks ripped up the pavement as the muscle mountain concentrated his power, making car alarms go off, lampposts fall out of their place and cause some rooms in the buildings around to collapse through their floors sending a couple more orbs towards the god. The tower itself shook more violently, until Moose puffed his chest back up with his abs in a vacuum and his arms held out in a T-pose making the building levitate up into the air as he does. The skyscraper floated high above Moose and bit down the street so he could see it better. His muscular arms began to flex, his network of veins grew more visible, webbing all across his body. The mighty arms moved slowly forward, like he was going to bearhug someone but much slower. As he began his crab flex the windows of the tower shattered, all of them into the building itself. The skyscraper began to vibrate, then its exterior crumbled but instead of falling to the ground, the rubble was moving to the center of the buildings mass. The God of crushers was levitating the building just by flexing and crushing it into itself. The more closed Moose’s arms got the smaller the skyscraper was crushed down to. The steel girder frame grew more visible and began to bend as well. The tower that was over 800 feet tall was now a tube one fifth its original size with an almost constant stream of blue orbs flying from it. The God was chuckling as the final orb left the building and in a blink of an eye he closed his arms, crushing the building out of existence.

Helicopters were moving in on the location of the muscle moose, their spotlights were immediately onto him. Moose shifted his attention from the hole where the building used to stand, to the choppers. 
‘Police… police… police… Aha! News!’ thought the god to himself as he selected his next target. The hulking moose, without moving a muscle, started flying up into the air and flew towards the news helicopter right until he got next to it. His head and antlers got in the way of the rotors, breaking them to bits. The chopper would have fallen out of the sky if Moose hadn’t shoved his mighty fist into the cockpit, through the face of the pilot, instantly absorbing his orb as his bloody fingers pierced up through its ceiling giving the god a good grip on the disabled aircraft. With his other hand he ripped the side door off and looked at the passengers inside. Only a gazelle cameraman was inside, pushing himself against the farther wall with absolute fear in his eyes. Moose just gave the man a casual smile and asked, 
“Are we live?” to which the little man nodded. “Then point your camera on me!” he demanded.

People everywhere that were watching the news received the feed from the lone gazelle. The picture of the massive moose looking through the ripped-out helicopter door was broadcasted to every TV screen, his big antlers and muscular shoulders reaching out of sight.
“Hello mortals!” He said with a sadistic grin. “As you might have already figured out, I am the mighty All Moose! And I want you weaklings to witness what I’m going to do to you all soon enough!”
The view coming from the camera shifted, the cameraman struggled to hold the device properly, even grunting a bit. The gazelle was breathing hard as the image came back into focus, this time displaying Moose from a top-down view. His veiny muscular arm reached up to the side like he was holding a phone and taking a selfie. The angle emphasized just how thick his pecs actually were and beneath them, his muscular legs were visible with the sight of the metropolis below the god.
“You better get this, runt!” he threatened, then shifting his attention down. The muscles on his thick leg started to tense, heading down his quads, down his calves and a massive shockwave blasted down on the city from his foot with a deafening boom. The buildings all turned to dust with the city residents all turning to a red mist, the handful of helicopters that were in the sky below the floating mountain of muscle all popped into balls of fire. The ground shattered, creating a spiderweb like pattern in the ground. The cracks looked small from above, but most were actually 50 feet wide and 800 feet deep. The surface of the earth where Morganton once stood was, was now nothing more than a big rocky crater. Moments after the dust settled the crater lit up in a blue glow, millions of orbs trailed up into the sky, straight into the All Moose, lighting up his form in a bright blue light. Absorbing a dozen souls is nothing, but a couple million was a jolt of energy to the god, as drool began to form at the sides of his mouth, and as the final orb entered him, Moose turned to the cameraman who was unable to withhold his fear, staining his jeans.

“Now it’s your turn!” he told the gazelle who immediately started screaming out of pure panic, dropping his camera as he hugged his seat. Moose shook the helicopter until the poor soul slipped out, as he fell infront of his god, Moose caught him without touching his urinated prey, he held his arms in similar crab flex he held the building earlier. The poor man was flailing and screaming as he looked around, he saw the ground far below him, and continued to scream as he looked back up at the All Moose. The muscle god began to pull his arms back to his side fixing him in a T-pose, slowly, making the skin of the mortal stretch and rip, turning his screams from that of panic to pain. Blood poured from his growing wounds and mixed with his tears making him a gruesome sight, his screams became more stressed as his body started cracking. Moose couldn’t hold back his bloodlust any longer, he quickly pulled his arms back ripping the gazelle clean in half with his orb in between his halves. He let the corpse go, his brains, intestines lungs and other organs all separated from their respective halves as they fell, and as the orb entered the god, he flew off to find another city.


Over 700 miles away from Morganton was the town of Forlorn. For the longest time it was the hub for the religious, giving home many temples to worship Moose and spread what they believed was his teachings. Over time it became less of a religious hub and more of a tourist attraction, mixing in modern buildings with the old stony architecture, to house more of the masses. 
A tour bus was driving down the winding path from the Monastery Hill, taking its final group back for the evening. The bus itself was almost fully loaded with tourists, wolves, cats, otters, rabbits and even a bear, most of the children they had with them were all asleep in their parents’ arms, tired from the running around and playing in the monastery garden. The bus went around another hairpin, when a hulk fell down from the sky onto the middle of the road. Tires screeched as they tried to bring the vehicle to a halt, Moose turned towards the source of sound of burning rubber, but he was blinded by the headlights. The front wheels bumped down into the rubble of the gods crater, stopping just before the massive junk of the All Moose. Everyone stared in shock at the massive, soft meat shaft and balls behind it. The sound of deep, otherworldly chuckling made the bus rumble, as a massive hand was slapped on to each side of the vehicle, denting the metal and cracking the windows. Moose felt the panic of the tourists in his hands as he lifted the bus up, their screams like music to his ears. The rear of the vehicle got off the ground as well as its front, the headlights illuminated the muscular form of abs and pecs as it went up higher, until it came up to the face of Moose, his sinister grin sent the people more into a panic, people were flailing or hugging each other as they squealed in terror. He lowered the bus down to his chest and slammed it into himself. The sound of glass shattering, and the metal screeching covered the mortals’ screams, as the vehicle was crushed into his chest. His powerful arms reached out ahead, repeatedly pulling the bus in, crushing the mass-transporter completely flat on his chest. Moose peeled the metal plate from himself, blood, oil, and gasoline pouring from the disc like shape with the imprints of his abs and pecs, the orbs of over forty people flew out of it, into the god. Satisfied with his work, Moose looks up to the monastery, its tower lit up with lights on the ground, a target begging to be destroyed, the god throws the bloody disc like a frisbee at a hypersonic speed, trailing blood, it hit the tower in the middle and blasted through it traveling towards the new frontier like it didn’t even hit anything. The tower immediately collapsed from the strike, kicking up a cloud of dust. He chuckled, as he stretched his arm forward, aiming his triceps at the hilltop. He flexed his tri, pulsing another shockwave, not only blasting away the dust and rubble from the hilltop, but the entire hill that was infront of him as well, literal tons of earth and stone rained down on the other half of Forlorn crushing the streets, buildings and residents. Moose turned towards the intact half of the city and hopped down towards it, with blue orbs giving chase from the ruins.

A brick apartment building collapsed, the ground shook as Moose stomped out of its cloud of dust, those that were outside witnessing the sight of the god started screaming and fleeing away. He turned to a group of the furs trying to escape, he held his left arm low as he flexed his magnificent, veiny bicep, this time only pulling in the furs. They screamed as they flew backwards, as they neared the hulking god the pull got stronger, crushing and shredding their bodies before they came into contact with the muscle and like tomatoes hitting a wall, the balls of bloody mush splattered onto the bicep, making a small blue flash when each one makes contact. The entire group was turned into a stain on his bicep, that he brought up to his face, he licked the bloody mountain peak, its flavor bringing a smile on his face, he looked at the massive muscle and began to flex harder, bringing out more veins and making the fibers of the muscle visible as it grew, it also blasted everything around him away but he was fixated on his arm, observing it as the buildings all flew off into dust, the thought of what amount of power laid with in that muscle alone was giving him an erection as the base of the hill behind him was also blasted away. Blue flashes happened around him, further enhancing the view of his magnificent arm.
“I know just whom to play with.” Moose thought to himself. He began chuckling as he relaxed his arm and brought it to his side. His voice echoed on the walls of the crater he was floating in the middle of. He blasted off high into the sky, leaving the smoking hole that once was Forlorn behind him.


Camp searchlight, the home of the 501st legion, many fighter jets, tanks and other military equipment. It had two runways, over a dozen hangers, half a dozen fuel silos and even a fire station that housed a secret, but that’s a different story. The alarm went off on the base, alert everyone, and just a minute later the soldiers were all out of their cots, in uniform and with guns in their hands running to get briefed. In few minutes they all found out that a hulking Moose has completely leveled two cities and they can’t even guess where he will strike next, but they had to prepare. Ground attack fighters started scrambling, aerial troop transports were getting supplied, engines of tanks roared up as they moved to loaded onto some of the transports. 5 jets were already patrolling in the air and the sixth was taxi-ing to the end of the runway and got ready for takeoff, when the air-raid sirens went off, the SAM turrets turned and pointed high up, after a second, they launched four supersonic missiles trailing off into the night sky followed by four explosions above the clouds. The jet on the runway was on its afterburners, its engines emitting a purple light with bright ring in said light. The plane was halfway across when something big and heavy fell on it from the sky, turning the plane into a big fiery explosion. Out of the flaming crater the All Moose stomped out, some stains of fuel still burning on his right arm, he casually brushed off the fire and turned to the shocked shock troops with a sinister smile.

“HEARD YOU SHITS WERE TALKING SMACK ABOUT ME!” Moose boomed, the soldiers quickly pointed their weapons at him, the tanks turned place to face the hulk and aligned their canons with the god, their commanders were torso out of the hatch holding their hatch mounted machine guns, everyone is waiting for a command to open fire on the All Moose. Moose just casually stroked his erect cock, waiting to see what the mortal military can do. He stomped his foot on the ground impatiently, making the ground shake.
“WELL?! YOU SHITS GONNA SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT OR WHAT?!”
One of the soldiers put his finger on his earpiece, he then yelled, “Open Fire!” All guns and cannons pointed at Moose started firing. Rifle ammo and 105mm armor piercing shells sparked and shattered all over the immovable wall, unable to even scratch him. The jets circled back to the base, with a deafening ‘BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!’ each of them unloaded hundreds of 20mm shells with each pass. One of the tanks even adjusted its aim, targeting the godly balls, failing to even make them sore from the impact. Moose just chuckled as the metal shatters all over his body, he started to stomp towards the mortal furs, making them start backing up, despite its obvious futility they continued firing, suddenly he charged the firing squad. Those who had the reflexes jumped to the side, but a lot of people were stuck in his path, he brought his head down impaling some furs on his antlers, even cutting two of them in half in the process, those who remained on his antlers were crushed up against the hull of the tank behind them, Moose’s godly antlers pierced the armor, and as stands up tall the tank remains attached to his head prompting him to chuckle again. An attacker jet realigned for another pass and started firing, Moose shook his head and sent the tank flying with the soldiers from his antlers, the 60-ton tank tumbled through the air with great speed, the 20mm shells ricocheted off its armor as it flew into the jet, turning it into a big ball of fire. Moose was getting so very horny his right hand was unable to let go of his cock, stroking it hard, as a dozen orbs flew into his chest. His cock shot out some pre with such force that it could be honestly mistaken for an actual orgasm. The god aimed his cock at the jets, turning another two into flaming wrecks, as he huffed, the two pilots’ orb reached him, and he regained enough control to let go of his massive juicy cock. 

The mountain of muscle returned his attention back to the legion of soldiers surrounding him, he bent back and began to crab flex, the veins on his arms were intensifying, the furs were all pulled above him with the tanks, parked planes and the remaining jets, all into one big ball of metal and screaming meatbags floating above him. Shiny drool formed at the sides of his mouth as he grinned, he started to close his flexing arms, blood dripped onto the top of his nose, it and as the All Moose squished the mortals above him down smaller, it practically began to rain blood over him, increasing in volume as his arms closed, blue orbs began to blast down into him, he chuckled loudly as he was now drenched in the blood of the mortals. His arms closed tighter, making the massive flesh orb gush out the blood. The orb was crushed down to a small ball of solid meat with a hint of metal. He relaxed his arms releasing the small ball which fell straight down into his mouth, as he chewed on his treat he looked around, Moose was standing in the middle of a lake of blood, which flowed towards to the end of the runway, pooling in his crater and flowing out under the barbed wire fence. He huffed and chuckled as he stroked his cock, making wet fapping sounds from all the blood soaking his entire muscular body. His huffing intensified with the amount of pre gushing from his cockhead. The ground began to rumble, the blood waved around his feet. Suddenly, a straight stream of white milk beamed from his cock with a deafening boom and a shockwave that demolished everything in Camp Searchlight as he roared in euphoria. The white beam of cum was five inches wide and perfectly straight with no drips raining anywhere. The god of crushers lowered his cock, cutting through the mountain in the distance, he brought it straight down, cutting through the entire planet wherever he pointed it. Moose floated above the ground, facing down at it as he moved his cock further. His godly orgasm ended when he finally cut the planet in half. He huffed a couple of times, then the god reached down and grabbed each half, the powerful muscles in his arms flexed as he began to pull them aside, separating them. The fibers of his muscles were practically burning away the blood that soaked his body, veins popped visible with a bright blue glow. The halves of the molten core started drifting off from the halves of the planet, his arms were stretched out beside him with the two massive chunks of the planet in each hand, the glow of the molten core shined on him as he rotated his wrists making the two halves of the globe face forward with him. The god then began to push the two halves together with a planetary clap, they burned as they reached the molten halves and as they crumbled into each other they exploded in a massive blinding bright blue flash.

When the flash ended, the entire planet was gone. All that was left was the All Moose in all his glory, his eyes were flaming, and his veins glowed in the same color of blue. The light of the TWIN suns shined on his magnificent muscles, as it turned out when he came, he cut a part of the sun off, forming a smaller, second one. Moose felt the billions of harvested souls flow through his veins, giving him power. He flexed making his muscles glow bright as he began to chuckle in an evil tone once more.
“One down, A hundred and thirty-seven to go!” He exclaimed and with that he flew off towards his next target.

End