The summer sun blazed high in the cloudless sky when the discs appeared. They arrived without any fuss; two pitch black circles rimmed with neon blue fire floating hundreds of meters over the suburbs, bracketing the lofty buildings of the city between them. People in the immediate area itched at sensations of ants crawling on their skin, a few pointed excitedly at displays of St. Elmo’s fire, and still more jumped as fat sparks crackled from metallic surfaces. The sharp tang of ozone permeated the air. 

And that was just the warm up. 

With a silent concussion, twin pillars of red lightning measured the distance from the discs to the earth, soundlessly curling, writhing and undulating. Homes and trees burst into fearsome conflagrations, cars melted and exploded before they could roll to a stop, flocks of birds soaring into the air flared like torches and faded into smoke. A roll of thunder growled softly, growing in power, mounting and rolling and roiling by the second, until with a final, prodigious blast it ceased. The lightning vanished. The discs vanished. 

A colossal anthropomorphic white bull stood to the west, his huge hoofed feet carelessly planted in the midst of a burning tract of houses and trees. He looked up slowly, his red eyes showing excitement as he gazed over the ranks of skyscrapers and office buildings. With a grin he hugged himself within the white terry cloth robe draped over his massively muscled body. 

His head swung from side to side, his red eyes surveying the city with a frown of displeasure upon his black lips. The robe barely containing his powerful form, open at the front, revealing something of the muscles rippling across his white belly and chest. With a curt gesture he indicated the sprawling metropolis. 

“This is that ? The big surprise?” he drawled. “This is what I paid for?” 

His massive hooves stood in the midst of a burning row of tiny homes; there was nothing of interest to him there. But to the left the diminutive buildings were intact, so he took a step in their direction, his robe parting to show his muscular leg as he lifted his foot and slowly stepped down. Feverish thoughts crowded through his mind in that brief instant. Tiny as they were these were real people with real lives. They could feel fear. They could feel pain. He wanted them to suffer both as he stepped down, his enormous cloven hoof pressing on trees and houses with disdainful ease, breaking branches and crushing walls of wood and brick. His meaty pecs shifted ponderously under his robe as he finished his step, and he smiled down at the damage he wrought, watching insignificant specks of people fleeing from the towering cliff of his hoof, listening with approval to their faint little screams. 

“Oh, I want more of that,” he chuckled. He stood stiffly, his fingers curled into powerful fists, his eyes looking down at where his foot covered the little homes. He slowly looked up, his red eyes shimmering with passion. That lit a fire within him. 

Dolan gritted his teeth, and he leaned forward, his body thrumming with tension. 

Such excitement demanded utterance, as he crushed some small homes. A second step covered some fleeing people, pressing them deep into the asphalt. He took measured steps, taking care that each earthshaking footfall landed on some small and fragile items. But the suburbs were a brief patch at his height, and soon he reached a major arterial into the city, his right hoof coming down upon an elevated train running beside an expressway. The rails were in use at that moment, the silver cars packed with citizens fleeing towards the airport. Their insignificant lives ended in spectacular fashion. His colossal hoof stepped down onto the moving train, driving it through the platform. The leading cars snapped and whiplashed, spilling from the rail and across the expressway in a tumbling, jostling pile, smashing cars and leaving a blazing trail of fire. The trailing cars slammed into the unyielding wall of his hoof, crumpling and rebounding, flinging one car ankle high, before it whirled down through a row of businesses. He smirked, delighted with the effect he was having. His broad chest heaving slowly as if there wasn’t enough air in the world to restrain his mounting passion. 

A few more steps of sensuous destruction carried him to the first structures of any real height. Compared to him they were mere play toys, the tallest barely reaching to his waist. And there he paused for a moment. And beneath him in the streets cars and people and small buildings were pulverized, crushed and trodden flat without a care in the world. But he wasn’t unaware of death and carnage. 

The great bull muscles bunched beneath his robe, his knuckles stood out from hands clenched into mighty fists. His red nostrils dilated with every steaming breath. 

Inside of the skyscraper pure chaos reigned. Men and women crammed themselves into elevators, heedless of the warning screamed at them. Others filled the stairwells, gathering into a agonizingly slow flowing stream of humanity that corkscrewed down the endless descent. Each time the giant anthro bull brushed against the building he sent tremors shivering through stone and steel. People wavered and fell. The lights flickered, and shrill cries of terror ululated up and down the many flights. He was fully aware of this, and leaning down he reached the tip of his fingers toward the walls of one skyscraper, his heavy fingers plowing through a corner of the skyscraper, tearing away the facade, smashing columns and girders, sending a deadly rain of debris into the street by her left thigh. The broken corner revealed halls and offices; it also exposed a section of the stairs. Men and women howled as they clung to fractured chunks of concrete and twisted remains of railings. 

One terrified female hung precariously above the abyss, her legs kicking, her hands slipping on the slick metal. He reached for her, caught her tiny body between his thumb and forefinger. It took great gentleness to hold such a fragile person, but what was truly delightful was how vigorously the tiny woman struggled. There was no mercy in his eyes as he brought his little plaything to his right nipple. The difference in size was thrilling, intoxicating. He pressed a little harder and gasped as he felt the tiny woman crunch, the sensation sending a tingle through his meaty pecs that drew an answering throb between his thighs. 

With a sound between a growl and a moan he slipped his hand into the guts of the building, collecting the tiny men and women, heedless of the ones smeared against the stone. Bringing his hand to his left pectoral muscle he cupped the struggling pile of humanity against himself, their tiny hands tugging at his fur, their puny fists and feet beating against his hard, sensitive nipple. He tried to restrain himself, but the thrill of power beat down his intentions, his fingers gripped his massive pecs with feral need, and a rivulets of red oozed between his fingers and trickled down his white sleek fur. Looking down at his hand he shivered as a small thrill of excitation churned within him, his messy hand strayed down over his hard tummy. 

A shiver passed through him. He gathered the front of his robe in his powerful fingers and he tugged on it, bunching it in his fists. The material split across his broad shoulders, tearing and shredding noisily as he pulled it forward, revealing his naked body. With a disdainful gesture he cast the pieces aside, and he paused for a moment. 

He was solid as a rock cliff, his body the white of morning cream, but all of his muscles articulated by brushstrokes of grey and brown. His colossal hooves glimmered vivid grey where they stood amidst tiny homes and trees. His penis, though was black as obsidian, thick and massive, wet and glistening it stood from its sheath, veins pulsed along its length and precum oozed from its tip. 

He took a single step, and it was a beauty. His gigantic hoof landed like a bomb in the midst of a dozen homes. The houses not crushed outright were flung high into the air by the rippling force heaving through the ground. 

Instead he directed his lust against the tiny landscape. His huge hoof crashed down into a curling river with so much raw power that it forced the upstream portion to flow backwards. A fine spray jetted up around his body, wetting his fur, leaving rainbow sparkles shimmering across his chest and thighs in the noonday sun. The destruction only fueled his ardor, and he stomped through the increasingly larger buildings with unrestrained glee, his hardness swaying, flinging droplets of clear passion that smashed through buildings and crowds of people. 

Lowering his huge head he speared two buildings on his horns. For the space of a heartbeat he heard the shrill screams of the people within, then he lifted his bull head, ripping one building in half, and tearing the other from its foundations, hurling it to the side where it rolled to pieces leaving a gigantic swath of wrack and ruin. That last motion brought him face to face with the largest skyscraper in the city, and he looked down at it with the demeanor of a god, his lips curling in a sneer as he gently bumped his huge, thick cock against it. 

