Everyone knew a macro was heading for town but many decided to fight rather than evacuate. Their flattened bodies now littered the town�s once vibrate Main Street. The smell of blood and burning buildings filled the air. Faint moans of agony could be heard from those who had not passed on. Yet there was no one in sight to help.
Lydia went to one of the �survivors� to see if she could do anything. The giant had trampled the middle-aged wolf fur and left him to die. His body below the waist was pressed into the concrete and some of his organs had spilled out.
Although he couldn�t speak, a weak whimper was coming from his mouth. He was desperately trying to reach for a small pistol that was just out of arms reach. Once the dying fur spotted her, he began to beg for it with his eyes.
After the initial shock passed, Lydia walked up to the gun. She picked it up and handed it to the crippled fur. He smiled and allowed her a moment to turn away before�
BANG!!!
Now crying, Lydia looked around only to find a dozen other furs similarly injured begging for the same kind of assistance. But she couldn�t do that again. No she had to try to find some other way to help them, maybe there was a doctor around.
However before she could begin to look the ground started to shake. Lydia took cover as the macro made its way back down the street.
The macro was a male wolf fur with midnight black fur accented by white hands and paws. However the white fur on his paws was now drenched in blood. Blood was also dripping from his razor sharp teeth and hands.
The wolf immediately spotted the suffering survivors and began to tread on them. As he grinded their bodies into a gruesome mush an evil grin filled his face. Lydia got the distinct expression that the monster was enjoying himself.
One at a time, the moans coming from Main Street were extinguished. Those who were near death were stomped on swiftly and painlessly.
Others, who were not as seriously injured, were tortured horribly under the creature�s dreadful paw. Their excruciating screams only seemed to delight the macro wolf even more.
Lydia watched from the safety of a nearby building as her fellow citizens were squashed like bugs. Realizing that the only way to avoid a similar fate was to remain completely still and quiet, she froze in place. However before the macro was finished her body betrayed her. The large wolf spotted her hacking up that day's lunch all over the ground. He walked over and snatched her up.
�What do we have here?� The wolf asked as he opened his palm to inspect what he had captured.
Lydia closed her eyes tight and replied, �Please� Just get it over with.�
The wolf let out a cruel laugh, �I�ve got other plans for you little one.�
On that note, the wolf headed out of the city. Lydia stayed frozen in his palm crying with her eyes shut. She could hear her captor treading on others as he walked. The sounds of their screams and bodies being crushed ringed in her ears.
Once clear of the city, the macro took Lydia into the woods and sat down. She remained curled up in a tight ball as he probed her young figure. She was a wolf fur also, and a very attractive one at that. The fear that he may be looking to rape her somehow preoccupied her thoughts.
�Yes, you will do nicely.� He announced.
�For what?� Lydia asked nervously.
�Open your mouth.� He demanded.
At first Lydia didn�t move at all. She didn�t know what he wanted; only that it couldn�t be anything good.
�NOW!!!� He hollered.
Slowly Lydia came out of her ball and opened her mouth. The macro gently pushed back on her head so it was now facing straight up. He then pinched one of the finger pads on the other had with one of his sharp fangs. Now dripping blood, the wolf placed the finger right above her mouth.
�Drink it or die!� He demanded.
Realizing that she had no choice, Lydia grabbed the finger and pulled it closer. Then started to suck on the bloody wound, forcing the coppery tasting liquid down her throat. This continued for a few minutes and then the macro pulled his finger away.
Lydia laid back down in his palm. As her body tried to digest its unusual meal, she began to feel dizzy. The world started to spin and a fire was building up in her belly. She felt the macro put her down and then everything went black�
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Bright, it�s so very bright. Lydia forced her eyes open and found the sun glaring down on her. Her head was throbbing and stomach was growling violently. She was starving.
However as she looked around, Lydia realized that hunger was the least of her problems. The trees, rocks, and the forest itself were now much smaller. Or to be more accurate, she had grown much bigger.
As if the mere shock of becoming a macro overnight was not enough, Lydia realized that she was now totally naked. Thankfully her lush gray fur covered most private areas, leaving only her gorgeous breasts exposed. But a feeling of indecency still bothered her.
The growling stomach was now getting louder and more discomforting. Out of desperation, she ripped one of the nearby trees out of the ground and shoved it down her gullet. This only caused her stomach to growl louder as the inhospitable meal got coughed back up. Meat, she needed meat to satisfy her appetite.
Carefully Lydia got to her feet. Then she stepped forward and felt her paw sink deeply into the ground. Before taking another step, she lifted her paw up and looked at the results. A crater several inches deep was formed in almost the exact shape of her foot. The hard, dry earth crumbled easily under her it like wet sand on a beach.
Standing tall, a flood of other sensations quickly overtook her senses. Lydia now had a bird�s eye view of the land for miles. Her hearing had become so sensitive that she could still make out small animals in the forest below.
Yet the one sense she focused on was smell. The distinct scent of farm animals was in the air, cattle to be exact. She couldn�t hear or see them, so Lydia let her nose act as guide.
It didn�t take long, less than ten paces, for Lydia to find the source of the familiar scents. A large ranch was just ahead. There were hundreds of cattle fenced in the field. Although there were several small buildings near the cattle field, Lydia did not see any ranchers.
Not able to contain her burning hunger anymore, Lydia began grabbing cattle and shoving them down her throat. She was so hungry that the animals were swallowed whole rather than chewed. She could feel them claw their way down her throat and twitch in agony as they were slowly digested. Yet this only seemed to enhance her appetite and the feeding frenzy continued until all but three of the cattle were left.
�Hey, get away from those you freak of nature!� Someone yelled
Lydia stood up and looked over at the little fur that was running towards her. He was an old fox fur. He had just got out of a pickup truck that pulled up while she was feeding.
The two just stared at each other for a moment. They both seemed to be in quite a bit of shock. Then the rancher pointed his shotgun at her.
�You ate them, you ate them all! Die you freak!!!� He yelled and pumped a round into the chamber.
There was a loud pop and a brief flash of light. Lydia felt something brush against her fur. A quick inspection of her body showed a black mark on her fur were the BBs hit, but there was no pain or blood. They just bounced off.
She looked back down at the rancher who was now frozen with fear. Instinctively Lydia lifted her right paw up over his head and stomped down hard. As her colossal paw sunk into the ground she felt the rancher�s body explode.
At first Lydia just stood there, feeling the warm remains twitch under her paw. However after blood started to bubble up between her toes, Lydia lifted her foot up to inspect the remains. The rancher�s body was pressed completely flat. Flattened organs, shattered bones, and blood surrounded the lifeless hide. And parts of the rancher�s pathetic remains were still twitching.
Suddenly Lydia stood up and let out a victorious howl. Her heart was now racing with excitement of the kill. That was the first time she ever killed a fur but it felt so natural and exhilarating. She had never felt so alive in her life. And now a dark craving for more began to emerge.
A soft squealing coming from the cattle as they were digested served to fuel this new dark craving. It was a craving to cause suffering that she now desired, a craving to kill.
Driven by this overwhelming desire, Lydia made her way through the woods. She wasn�t sure what direction to go but it didn�t really matter anyway. It was only a matter of time until she found more prey. Then it happened.
�Oh my god, it�s a macro!�
The sudden scream from below caught Lydia�s attention immediately. It was coming from a young couple that was now making a mad dash for their car. As their car sped away, Lydia watched it until it was almost out of sight and then began to follow.
They led her to a small town. As she approached, the citizens of this small community reacted in panic. Their reaction was justified.
At first, Lydia just watched the tiny insects at her feet try to run for cover. Some hid in the buildings, but most crowded out into the town square in an attempt to escape. Then slowly and carefully Lydia made her way towards the square, herding as many of them as possible in the process.
Although a few of the little furs were caught underpaw unintentionally, she did everything possible not to step on them. A malicious instinct was telling her not to waste time chasing prey through the city, get them all in one place first.
Once at the square, she made her way around the buildings to the front of the crowd and blocked their escape. With one blow from her mighty arm, Lydia knock the top three stories off of a nearby building sending the rubble crashing down toward the street. The large pile of debris now blocked the first of four roads the crowd could have used to escape. Then this same step was repeated at two of the other roads leaving only one remaining escape route for the horrified mob.
Once all the roads, except for the one she was now blocking, were covered in rubble Lydia took a moment to inspect her handiwork. A crowd of about two hundred furs was now packed into the square that was no larger than a football field. Buildings and piles of rubble surrounded her prey. Some of them were managing to escape by entering open buildings while others attempted to climb over the rubble. However the majority of the crowd just stood there in terror.
As she stared at them for what seemed like an eternity the reality of what had just happened hit her. She had attacked a city, destroyed several buildings, and killed dozens of furs in the process. Two hundred more were now awaiting her next deadly move.
However any feelings of doubt or remorse disappeared as Lydia casually stepped into the crowd, pressing its occupants into the hard concrete. This time, instead of one fur, a dozen or more were being flattened with each fatal footstep. Everything about it, from the pleas for mercy to the smell of blood, excited her.
With each brutal step there was a brief moment of resistance, then a short series of cracks and pops. Finally those under her sole were compressed into a mass of warm mush. It actually felt good under her feet. The combination of cracks and pops relieved built up tension in her pads. And the warm mush gave her a pleasant tingling sensation that ran all the way up her legs.
The more she stomped, the more exhilarated she got. Her causal steps soon turned into a sadistic dance. She concentrated her lethal footsteps on the most densely packed parts of the crowd. Lydia even stomped hard on some groups to squirt blood all over other nearby furs before finishing them off.
It didn�t take long for her to turn the town square into a blanket of twitching gore. And although she just slaughtered most of the citizens of a small town, there was no remorse in her heart. No sorrow for the two hundred furs she just killed.
That was the she realized something had changed. It was more than just becoming a macro. Something deep inside had discovered all of her darkest desires. Then it made her act on them.