Of Dogs & Men

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OF DOGS & MEN

By Akira

It is said that we love our creator without question, without pause. It is an unconditional love that radiates through our very being and makes us drawn to that person in our time of need. It is the love of a child to their mother-even when the mother is abusive, even when she pushes the child away... the child still strives for that love. Dukey felt this same love... though the circumstances weren't what would be considered natural. While some might have thought that he was speaking of the mutt who had birthed him, that was not the case. Dukey did not consider that his true birth. No, what he considered to be his true birth was the day that he had opened his eyes and understood the things in the world around him.



What he considered to be his true birth was the day that Susan and Mary had breathed intelligence into him through gene mutation-the day that he had opened his eyes and looked upon the redheaded twins before him and known... without them, he would have never understood the beauties of the world.



And to him, there was nothing more beautiful than Susan.



He didn't know what it was about Susan that made him take to her over Mary. Perhaps it was simply the way that she carried herself-she was so dignified, so full of pride and intelligence. Dukey couldn't say for sure... and honestly he didn't care. All that he knew was that he loved her dearly from the first moment that he laid intelligent eyes upon her.



For a long while, he fought with himself over it-he refused to admit or acknowledge the feeling. He played as Johnny's intelligent side kick, giving advice where advice was needed... doing what he could... and always savoring the moments then they had to go to the twins for help; often time, he liked to imagine that the looks that Susan gave him were a return of the adoration that he felt for her.



The years passed, Johnny went from being an immature and adventurous eleven year old to a young man of eighteen. And Susan, beautiful Susan, was a gorgeous twenty year old. Dukey wouldn't have believed it had you told him years ago, but she was even more beautiful than she had been when she was younger. Something else had changed about her-whereas before she had been somewhat standoffish, Dukey noticed that as the years went by, she was more inclined to speak with him... to spend time with him. Though the mutt didn't want to believe it for fear of being wrong, he was starting to think that she actually enjoyed the time that they spent together. He would often times leave Johnny's side to go to the lab.



Mary had gone off to college, and Susan was taking the loss of her twin harder than anyone had thought she would. Susan would have followed her, but an experiment in the lab had held her back... and thus, the twins were separated... and it was this loneliness, perhaps, that first drew Susan to the attention that Dukey happily lavished upon her.



It started out simply enough-a few kind words here, a few kind words there. Minutes spent together in passing turned into an hour. An hour turned into the whole night, spent talking about anything and everything. Dukey found himself feeling more than just a gentle love... the feeling in his heart was fierce... and it finally came to a head.



He had to tell her how he felt.



The Test parents had long ago found out about his genetic enhancements, so Dukey walked to the lab on two legs-no questions were asked... and he wasn't stopped. As he approached the door, he felt his heart thundering in his chest so violently that he was queasy. So frightened was the canine that she was going to turn down his proposal, or laugh at him... that he could hardly summon the strength to open the door. Fate, however, seemed to have another idea; Susan Test opened the door and gave a small little 'yip' of startled surprise.



"Dukey!" Her hand came to her chest, and a small grin crossed her lips, "What are you doing, lurking in doorways this early in the morning?" The expression on her face clearly said that she didn't mind at all. In fact, the lilt of her grin spoke quite clearly of the fact that she was pleased to see him.



"I..." Suddenly, the mutt was stuttering over his words. Though he had held such conviction only moments prior in confessing his love to her... to actually face her? To look into her orbs and say it?



Dukey didn't know if he could do it.



"What?" She seemed to sense his apprehension-her hand came out to lie against his shoulder, gripping it gently. That simply touch seemed to make the words spill from his lips, as though she forced them from his very core.



"I love you."



He was worried that her hand would fall away... however... he felt the slightest twitch to her fingers... and before he had the chance to say anything else, he felt himself being tugged forward and pulled into the room. The door slammed shut behind them. Arms wrapped tight around him-Dukey couldn't believe what he was feeling... his furry body leaned forward, perfectly crushed against the line of Susan's front. They were holding each other as though the rest of the world was falling away, and there was nothing left but that embrace. Susan's voice came out in a gentle whisper, as though she were frightened that someone would hear.



"I've been waiting for so long for you to say that..."





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These were the events that had led up to Dukey being strapped into a machine... Susan Test had returned his feelings all along. The reason that she had stayed home when Mary had gone away to college was not for the reason that she had mentioned. It was because of her love for her little bother's canine companion, who spoke and walked, thought like a human. It was because of the experiment that she had been working on...



Something that could bring them together forever.



Dukey had often played at being a human, but the machine that he was strapped to would actually give him the chance to become one. Susan had been working on the idea for years-toying with it, wishing that she could tell him. The fact that she was finally presented with the opportunity seemed to make the red head so ecstatic that she could hardly contain her excitement.



"Are you ready, Dukey?" Her voice was quivering in both nerves and thrill. Dukey gave a quick nod.



"Ready for anything." He grinned at her, giving her a thumbs up. Susan gave him one last, long look and the flipped the switch connected to the wires of the machine. Dukey felt a jolt rock through his body, like electricity lighting up each and every vein that he possessed. Every pore of his skin seemed to sing for a moment... and for a moment alone, he could feel it as the fur on his body began to retract inside of his flesh.



Susan gave a squeal of excitement... but that scream was cut short. Dukey suddenly rocked forward, doubling over as pain rocked through him. His eyes widened, and his paws came up, gripping the wires that were pumping liquid into his body. "I..." His words were cut off as another jolt rocked through his frame. He fell from the chair and to the floor... in a fetal position. His body began to twitch, to rock. A low scream tore from his throat, and Dukey heard the first sound of bones creaking.



"Uhho..." He said with the presence of uncertainty in his voice. While he knew that something with the experiment had gone wrong... there was also a sense of excitement trilling through him. Something about him was changing, and whatever it was, it was making his entire body twitch with anxious anticipation. It was as though it was affecting his very mind, his sense of self...



Everything was changing.



At first, it was subtle. Susan hovered over him nervously, her hands coming out, nearly touching him, and then jerking back as though she was afraid to injure him. However, as the moments passed the strap that had been around Dukey's barrel chest to monitor his heart rate gave a small tearing sound and then burst open.



"Uhho..." Susan's voice echoed Dukey's earlier words. In a rush of movement, she grabbed his arm. He twisted and writhed, but with her help, he was able to limp from the house through the back door. However, as he did so, Dukey noticed that his head nearly touched the door frame. Suddenly, the canine knew exactly what was happening.



He was growing.



He barely made it outside before his amplifying weight was too much for Susan to handle. Her voice, when it came out, was apologetic... but something inside of it also held the same sense of wonderment that Dukey himself was feeling. There was something impressive about what was happening to him. Dukey felt powerful... he felt strong. He felt as though he could take on the world. As he rose, shooting further into the air so that he stood a good five feet over Susan, he gave a nearly maniacal grin as he spoke. "You should go back into the house, Susan..."



She gave him a small look, her eyes still glowing in wonderment. "Why?" Her words came out as a question, but he could tell that she already knew what was about to happen... and though she would never admit it, he could also tell that a small part of her liked it.



Dukey's grin turned into a full fledged smile of near craze as he answered, "I'm going to freak out now."



And before Susan could stop him, Dukey shot down the street, growing a foot with every long stride, until the mutt stood 100 feet over the town. He could hear screams, cries... shock and fear seemed to roar through the city, and Dukey honestly didn't care. He had seen Susan retreating safely inside of her home-he wouldn't touch the house. Everything else in the town?



It was fair game.



The size of his body seemed to increase the testosterone rushing through him... though the experiment had failed, it seemed to work on some levels-he had been made more male, more aggressive. More than anything, Dukey wanted to wreak havoc on the town. And more than that...



He was so horny that he wanted to scream. He could already feel his cock hardening, peaking from beneath his fur. One hand came down to pump at it while his sharp eyes roved the city for his first target. A grin stretched his lips. The first place that he saw was a place that he had been often; Johnny's old school.



It took two large steps to get to the school... it was early, so the children weren't there yet, but he saw the few cars here and there that clear spoke of the fact that the teachers were. One large hand came crashing down-like a large lizard from a Japanese movie, he easily burst through the ceiling, sending rubble crashing into the room below. A scream was heard, which was quickly picked up by others, until he heard shriek after shriek coming from within of the school house.



His hand slipped inside of the wreckage, and large fingers felt something warm and moving. In a quick motion, he picked up what turned out to me a male teacher-he didn't recognize him... of course the staff would have changed since Johnny had been in school. It didn't matter-in one quick motion; the already bleeding body was brought to his lips.



His teeth made a loud crunch as the closed around the man, and crimson blood poured from his lips. It was slick... warm...



It was so arousing that Dukey felt his cock grow all the harder and he set back on his haunches. Something sharp poked at his core, and with warning, one of the satellite towers of the school penetrated the tight ring of muscle that was slicked with blood. The metal pole instantly slid wetly into the deep channel of his ass, and Dukey gave a howl of pure pleasure. He had never felt anything like it before. Quickly, the dog lifted his body and then brought his frame back down. He fucked the satellite tower as though he had never had a sexual experience before. Each nerve of his body was on fire, screaming and demanding that he continue what he was doing.



He squatted over the tower, taking it deeper and deeper inside of him until, without warning, the metal rods snapped, disappearing deep within the warmth of his blood slicked depths. He could have screamed in frustration as the sudden lack of sensation, though it wasn't altogether unpleasant just to feel the metal sliding deeper and deeper into his core as the muscles of his ass devoured it.



However, Dukey knew that he wanted more... needed more. His eyes searched hungrily around the wreckage of the school and fell on the parking lot.



Suddenly, Dukey had an idea.



His foot stomped through the building, and he heard the satisfying crunch that cut off a scream-he felt the slightest spot of warmth beneath his large pad. Giving a kick, he ripped off that entire section of roof, and was pleased to see cowering adults within the broken walls. He easily scooped four of them together in one hand, and giving a tight squeeze, he felt the same burst of warm, sticky blood all over his hand. Two fingers moved quickly, and he felt them slick past the tight ring of muscle at his ass, wetting his core and causing his cock to jerk yet again in arousal.



The feel of the blood slicking inside of him was so erotic that Dukey cried out, dropping the crushed bodies as she did so. A few more violent kicks sent the school crashing around him all the more. He didn't care anymore. The flat building held no appeal to him-he wanted something...



Better.



Crashing through the rest of the building, Dukey took note of every crunch that fell beneath his lumbering feet, and every scream that was cut short was a body was pummeled beneath his enormous girth. In seconds, he was in the parking lot; Dukey's eyes instantly traveled the handful of cars that were parked along the back of the buildings. Like someone absolutely starving for sustenance, greedy paws stretched down and picked up the first car. He let his tongue lick up along it hungrily for a moment, and then brought it to his ass.



One shove was enough to send the car half way inside of him, and he felt the muscles of his anus clench tight, pulling the car inward. Dukey had never felt such pleasure-his head tilted back and a low moan escaped his throat as he felt each curve and metal twist of the car slowly disappear into the heat of his scalding anus. As the car finally vanished, he felt a fullness that he had never experienced before. Like a man who had tasted ambrosia straight from the Gods, Dukey found himself hungry for more... and in that moment, the canine felt that he would never truly have his fill.



Without wait, he grabbed another car, quickly bringing it to his ass-while his rump was still in the air, he let his hand fall down around another metal vehicle. As he stood up, the muscles of his ass contracted around the smaller compact car that he had brought to his ravenous hole, and almost as though it were easier, it sucked straight into the confines of his rectum. He could feel it working back against the other car, and a low grumble of pleasure escaped him. Though he couldn't have a perfect estimate, Dukey was aware that there was room in his innards for more metal and constructs than he would have ever imagined.



Suddenly, the mutt was like a kid in a candy store. The more that he thought about it, the more he was aware of the fact that there were so many new wonders in the city that he could explore... there were so many things that he wanted to test and to try out. As always, Susan had delivered unto him one of the greatest gifts that he had ever been bestowed... and he planned on taking full advantage of it, since he had no idea how much longer it was going to last.



With another crazed grin, he dropped the car that he was holding, and was rewarded with the sound of metal screeching and twisting as it slammed into the parking lot. He ran at a near sprint into the city-he watched as buildings quaked from his weight... he watched as parked cars rocked, as chaos completely ensued... and he could only feel joyous about it. There was something about this destruction that called to him, as though the insanity of the moment, the chaos of it all was something that he had been missing all along.



A sound caught his attention, and his eyes widened in fascinated delight at the suddenly possibilities that poured through his senses. It was a simple sound, and a sound that he had heard a thousand times before in the span of his life. Suddenly, however, it meant so much more... suddenly, it wasn't just an annoyance in the background when he craved silence.



The whistle of a train.



Dukey could feel his cock harden even more. He wanted the train.



He broke into a near sprint, not even noticing now as people who scrambled to get out of the way crunched beneath his feet, until he was leaving crimson footsteps in his wake. The train had disappeared into a tunnel as he had heard the initial whistle, but he knew where the tunnel let out. His massive legs carried him there within plenty of time, so that as the train began to spill form the tunnel, Dukey was there and waiting. He heard the screeching of the breaks, as though the conductor thought that stopping would save him from the fate that awaited him and his passengers. However, large paws easily picked the train up as though it were a toy. The canine licked his lips, feeling his cock once more give a pulse of need and desire. One hand trailed down to the thickness of his length, and the other brought the train to his mouth.



As though the long, mechanical train were a giant phallic instrument, Dukey brought it to his lips. HIs tongue lapped out, licking along the front car. Inside, he could hear the tiny screams echoing in the cabin... and echoing that, there were dozens more from the cars that trailed downward. One more lick was brought across the wheels, and then Dukey drew the train gently between his lips, sucking on it as though it were the most arousing cock that he had ever tasted in his life.



A gentle suck sent more screams echoing down his throat as Dukey drew the train further and further between his lips. A low groan of pleasure escaped him, vibrating the entire train so that the passengers inside screamed all the louder as they were rocked around and thrown as Dukey brought the train deeper into his throat. Sucking hard and fast until he couldn't breathe, he slowly let the train fall out of his gaping jaw. As he watched, a few people pushed open the doors of their freight cars and jumped, apparently more frightened of the prospect of being consumed by a giant animal than of falling more than fifty feet to crash into the ground below. If Dukey had paid more attention, he would have heard the splintering of bones, and screams cut forever short as bodies hit the ground.



The canine, however, was far too busy drawing the train back between hungry lips to pay any attention to what was going on below. As the metal once more passed his maw, Dukey closed his eyes and began to bob his head as though he were giving a blow job to an enormous cock. The train slid in and out, until his saliva was dripping all along the cars. One paw pumped at his swollen cock, so that the nerves along his back twitched, warning him that to stay here and toy with his privates too much would be to end his new venture far too soon. Dukey wanted to feel so much more than he had, and so his hand moved away from his aching and needy length, and he focused instead on bringing the train in and out of his mouth.



More and more people bailed from the windows, though some clung on to the seats inside, praying for an end to whatever was happening to them. Finally, however, Dukey grew tired with the fallacious act and sharp, strong teeth bit down on the metal. There was a short burst of a yell from the conductor, and then there was nothing but the shrieking sound of metal as it bent and crunched beneath Dukey's bite... until at last, he swallowed the front half of the car with a satisfied grin.



His long tongue came out, licking his lips as a satisfied murr escaped his throat. Without hesitation, he quickly brought the train back to his lips and bit the rest of the front car off. His hands dropped the train without care as the next bite of metal slid down his throat and to his stomach; screams of terror were heard for a moment before the sound of metal crashing and twisting cut them all eternally silent. Dukey wanted something sweeter... and in the distance he could hear a very familiar sound, and one that caused his stomach to rumble in need.



An Ice Cream Truck.



With another grin, this one more child-like in joy, spreading across his lips, Dukey turned his head, dark eyes scanning for the source of the care free music. The white truck with the large cone atop it was easy to spot from his vantage point, and he made it to the truck in a few easy steps. What the driver was doing was unclear to him-the truck was driving faster than he had ever seen an ice cream truck driver before. Perhaps he had simply been trying to escape the city before the destruction that was wreaking havoc also befell him... but his attempts had obviously been in vain. Dukey picked the truck up in one hand-the driver could have bailed easily while the truck was still low enough to the ground that he had a chance for survival from the fall. However, upon seeing the large canine, he froze in what could have been terror, or what was perhaps the need to protect with his life what had become his lively hood. Whatever it was, the man was still in the truck as Dukey brought it to his lips and licked along the length of it like it was an ice cream cone.



Though the taste was, of course, nothing close to the sweetness, there was something about the sensation that brought sheer satisfaction to the mutt. With a happy grin, he held the truck like an ice cream cone, his tongue lipping and lapping around it as though he were tasting layer after layer of sweetness. The driver inside began to make a sound... it was a sharp keening at first, like a rabbit caught in a trap. However, soon, that high pitched sound turned into a full throated scream.



As though that were an alarm for Dukey, he opened his maw wide and dropped the truck into his mouth, letting his tongue curl around it. As he bit into the metal, he was granted the reward of the taste of ice cream... hundreds of bars in the truck exploded flavor in his mouth... and Dukey was given the ice cream flavor that he had craved since he had heard the sound of the truck.



With the hunger that had poured through him satisfied, Dukey was once again made aware of the arousal that was pulsing through his body like a steady stream of heat... his nerves felt as though they were all on fire, dancing... and demanding that he find some way to sate his urges. His eyes darted around, and his hand came down to grab the first thing that he saw-a large, transit bus. One finger peeled the door open like it was the top of a soup can, and he shook a few people from the vehicle. Finger clenched, and a spray of bright red showered the front of the bus-without delay, he smeared his open palm against the hood, and then brought the bus around to his ass. It was so much larger than the cars-when he pressed the bumper to the hungry ring of muscle at his ass, he was met with resistance. However, he continued to push, and those same muscles that had been resisting him began to hungrily pull as the bumper pushed past that first ring. Dukey lowered himself to his haunches, balancing the bus on its end so that it was pressed to the ground.



Slowly, allowing the tightness of his ass to nearly drink the bus down, Dukey began to sit, pushing the metal even further inside of him. As the front of the bus met the cars that had been pulled into him earlier, he was met with the most interesting sensation-metal pushed against metal, and the cars were forced further inside of him in order to make room for the length of the bus. His eyes closed in pleasure, and his entire body began to shiver. One hand instantly came to his cock and pumped against it yet again. As foot after foot of the bus slid slowly into his depths, the movement of the cars in tandem with the new sensation of the metal entering into his body was enough to make precum dribble from the tip of his throbbing arousal. For another moment, Dukey pumped at his cock, and then brought his pre-drenched hand around to slick along the metal. The extra lubrication was enough to cause the vehicle to slide smoothly up and inside of him. His eyes rolled in pleasure, and for a moment Dukey was overwhelmed with shivering need, desire, and the knowledge that he wanted more.



So much more.



Though Dukey had grown accustomed to all of the sounds of the city, as he sat there shivering and dribbling precum like rain to the ground, a new sound invaded in senses. It was low at first, like bees buzzing through the air. However, as he listened, it penetrated the sounds of screams, the whistling of ambulances and police sirens... buzzing, a sharp sound. His eyes looked around the ground, and could find nothing that would be the source of the sound. Realization, however, overwhelmed him, and his eyes slowly rose upward. In the air, zooming quickly towards him, were two helicopters. Whether they were associated with the news, or if they had been brought to the city as some kind of defense against the large and unexplained terror... Dukey didn't know. He didn't take the time to really examine them to find out; the fact meant nothing to him. His hands stretched out, one to each of the air crafts. He plucked them from the air with ease, and a grin escaped his lips. One helicopter was tossed to the ground with such force that it simply crashed. The other, however, Dukey held out before him like a large insect.



Like a child who had caught a butterfly, Dukey plucked the rotating propellers from the top of the helicopter like removing the wings from an insect. The same treatment was given to the smaller blades along the back of the machine.



When it was stripped bare, all that Dukey could thing was that it was the perfect shape to bring more pleasure to him... he only wondered how much more room was inside of his body. He could already see the slightest bump along his stomach. His need to know, and to feel that sensual sensation yet again was too strong to wait or contemplate the question, however. Dukey brought the helicopter to his lips and sucked on it hungrily, as though it were some type of a lollipop. He took care to make sure that his saliva drenched every corner of the metal, every inch of it. The pilot within the cabin was soaked in his spit, screaming... and yet to aware of what would happen if he jumped from the machine to even try to leave. Every time Dukey brought the helicopter to his lips, the man inside closed his eyes, hoping that this would be the end, that there would be no more teasing. However, he gave a sigh of relief as the canine actually moved the helicopter from his frame.



However, his relief was short lived-he had time to make a decision and jump from the helicopter as Dukey brought the machine to his ass and shoved it inside with no warning. The metal pushed half a length into his core before the combined resistance of his tight ass and the cramped space stopped it. Paws released the chopper and hung for a moment, with the stripped tip still hanging from his core. Dukey gave a shiver that drew the helio deeper inside of him... cramped with the cars and the bus, he felt his pelvis give another rumble...



But it felt so good.



The muscles of his ass clenched and worked, straining now to pull the metal inside of his cramped core. However, as he stood, shivering and moaning in pleasure, he felt it slowly shudder within him. His cock was oozing precum without any assistance from his hand... he wanted, more than anything, to find some object that would give him the perfect release. Dukey, however, refused to give in for anything less than the absolute best scenario... he wanted this experience to live on in his mind for the rest of his life as one of the most amazing gifts that he had ever been given. He would never forget that Susan did this for him, even though it was an accident.



He felt another shudder rock through his body as the helicopter worked even further within his core, grinding against the metal of the bus, the train, the cars... everything contained within his body worked and rumbled until his stomach extended as the chopper finished sucking inside of his body.



Dukey's hand once more came to his length, and fingers pumped hard and fast against his flesh for a moment. The precum slicked his rod so that his appendage worked around it like a tight, hot core. His eyes rolled back in his head, and once again, Dukey felt pleasure ripping through him and threatening to overwhelm him-he had to stop touching himself. He had to do something that would allow him to slightly calm himself.



The screams of the people in the city once more came to his ears and a wicked thought formed in his head. Stories of giants spilled through his head-a chuckle escaped him, and his eyes roved downward to the people who were still scrambling in the street in an utter frenzy of panicked chaos.



"Fee Fie Fo Fum..." The laughter continued to spill from Dukey's throat as he took a step forward. His loud voice boomed over the city, thunderous and threatening... "You better run little ants... or Dukey will step on you. I'll crush you under my feet." He took a step forward, bringing his foot rushing down as hard and as fast as he could. He heard, for a moment, the screams beneath him increase in volume, in panic. His laughter grew all the louder, however, as his foot stopped just short, so that the gust of air from the force of his motions knocked the people down. The tease was even better than the actual kill.



He fell back on his haunches giving the crowd beneath his massive paw time to pick themselves up and start running again. When they were a good distance, he began to chase once again, stomping as hard as he could so that the ground beneath him rumbled and cracked. "You can’t' run from me... you'll never be able to run from me. You'll never get away..." Dukey had never felt such joy in his entire life... the pleasure of it was both erotic and exciting. His cock was still throbbing, but with the thrill of chasing the crowed to distract him, he was able to keep his orgasm in check. The canine continued with his movements, until he was once more straight upon the crowd. "So slow... too slow." He let his foot come rushing down once again, this time making sure that he just cleared them. His gaze picked it up perfectly as the ground just in front of them cracked and split, so that a few of them actually fell into the crevasse and cracks. Screams, shouts of pain, of fear... it was all music to his ears.



Though the chase was fun, Dukey was finding himself more and more aware of the physical need that was sending jolts through his body. The orgasm that he had denied himself was demanding a release. He wanted nothing more than to find something to stick his cock inside of... he wanted to feel cum rushing out of him like water from a fire hose.



With his attention span suddenly shifted from the crowd beneath him, he took no notice as he stepped away... and beneath his massive paw, half of the people who had scrambled so desperately to get away from him only moments prior, and people who had begun to wonder if the massive giant monster above them was just toying with them... suddenly found themselves crushed beneath his feet. The other half screamed in panic, running as hard and as fast as they could from the gory scene, not even taking the time to look back behind them to see if they were being chased.



Dukey didn't notice, and he frankly did not care. His mind was focused on one thing and one thing alone... he wanted to find the perfect location for his final release. With his vantage point, he let his eyes scan the entire city. He ran over in his mind each and every area that he had ever been to... he had spent his entire life here... there had to be somewhere that would be absolutely perfect.



Dukey's brow furrowed and the canine found himself slightly frustrated that he couldn't automatically come up with a location. He was stomping around the city now, taking no time to care about the fact that he was still stomping on screaming people below him. As the frustration built, so did the rage in his movements. His eyes suddenly moved to the people below him, and his mouth once more curled into a grin of pure malice. He went down on all fours, like the dog that he had begun his life as. A loud bark escaped his throat, and like a pup chasing after a cat, he romped after a group of people, letting rumbling, bass growls escape his throat.



The people, just as he had thought they would, began to scramble and run. For a few minutes, he simply chased them... but after that, he began to herd them toward an empty bus that he saw in the distance. Just as he expected, at least half a dozen of the group broke off, running into the bus and closing the door behind them. Dukey's barking growls cut off, and he spoke in a menacing voice. "Mistake."



Lifting the bus up, he chuckled. It was much smaller than the transit bus... and he knew that he would be able to manage it. Lifting it up and opening his mouth wide, he slipped the yellow metal into his mouth. He heard panicked screamed, and in a moment of pure, wicked and torturous delight, Dukey let it slip back out of his mouth. The canine brought the yellow vehicle away from his maw for a moment, and actually grinned at the people inside. He felt like a child playing with a toy-his paw shook the bus slowly, letting the people within the vehicle rock and scream, falling and tripping over themselves and the bus seats. Dukey saw as some of them tried to claw the windows and emergency doors open, but he easily stopped their escape.



However, playing began old after a moment, and when he brought the bus to his lips this time, they closed with no intention of opening. Screams were still heard, muffled and horrified inside of closed lips... and carefully, making sure not to choke, Dukey swallowed the bus whole. Though he wasn't sure, as the bus slid down and he felt it hit his stomach... he liked to think that he could still hear their panicked screams from the depths of his stomach.



Feeling satisfaction and some of the annoyance dissolving from his mind, Dukey suddenly had an idea that one might say was sent to him straight from the Heavens. Chuckling, the canine headed to the edge of town.



Before he was there, Dukey saw the cross atop the tall steeple of the church. He licked his chops hungrily, and increased his stride. As he half ran, his hand pumped at his cock again, slicking his palms and fingers with precum. He came to a halt in front of the church, and his hand instantly went back to his full ass, slicking it with the sticky liquid. "One more... just one more..." Dukey gave a wicked grin and moved around the church, squatting over it so that the cross atop the steeple prodded and played at the hole of his ass. Dukey squirmed back and forth, pumping his cock again as he did so, and a low murr escaped his throat.



"Mmmmm... Dukey like..."



Slowly, he lowered his body along the chapel, so that it entered his body. He felt it poking and prodding at his already abused hole, working around the metal inside of him. As his eyes began to lose focus, he noticed a tall monumental gravestone in the graveyard before him. His hand came out and he snapped it with ease. It was large enough that his palm wrapped around it.



How could something so phallic be in a church yard?



Dukey brought the monument hungrily to his lips, and began to suck on it. It went more smoothly into his lips than the train-the marble surface was so erotically satisfying against his tongue, bumping against the back of his throat. As he slid it along the back of his tongue, he set back on his haunches all the more, so that the steeple slid further and further inside of him. His top was bubbling and spitting precum all the more, as his ass hungrily sucked down the structure of the church.



With his eyes rolling back in his head, Dukey pumped harder and faster against his cock as he worked and licked at the marble of the monument, sliding it deeper and deeper in his throat. Murring again, he spoke softly as the marble fell from his lips, "Dukey really... really like..." Sitting back further, he felt the steeple completely slide into his ass. Massive cheeks played for a moment against the top of the church, and he toyed with the thought of crushing it beneath him. However, he wanted to cum first. He wanted to feel that hot liquid spilling from inside of him, and to paint the consecrated ground with his seed.



With that thought in mind, he lifted himself up and off of the steeple-as he did so, he could feel the cross nearly catching against the metal of the helicopter. However, the snag was avoided, and he began to work up and down slowly, bouncing and riding against the pointed top of the church, while the back of his mind was well aware of the fact that the structure beneath him would crumble with the fall of his body. He wanted it...



He wanted it so much.



He could feel his top bubbling even more, he could feel a hot, nearly burning sensation building in his body. Now that he was willing to allow it, the orgasm that he had craved and nearly had so often before seemed stubborn, as though it wanted to punish him for making him wait at all. His hand pumping at his cock came in perfect time with his mouth sucking off the marble monument. His body rocked and bounced, taking the steeple again and again deep inside of his ass, so that he could feel metal scraping against metal over and over again as it bumped against the previous victims of his anal delight.



He felt the first warnings of the orgasm-the precum dribbling from his tip came harder and faster, so that it slicked down his wrist and trickled down along his body to the church beneath him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his breath came faster and faster. A low moan escaped him-the sounds of the screaming, of the sirens, of everything in the city behind him was suddenly gone. There was nothing but the three sensations that he was feeling: the marble, cool and perfect, sliding in and out of his mouth... playing at the back of his throat and teasing him with thoughts of oral delight.



The feel of his hand, fingers tight and working around his cock. His thumb playing against his slitted and bubbling tip with each movement of his hand. He was pumping so hard that his balls slapped against his flesh-he could feel each vein in his length, pulsing, twitching, and begging for release...



And the feel of the steeple... the structure caught and worked perfectly against his core. He could feel squeals of metal working against metal, the cross was already bent and broken off inside of him, so nothing snagged against the metal filling his innards... it was a smooth, perfect fucking motion that made everything in his entire body scream with pleasure and desire. He wanted... he wanted...



A chain of events happened all at once.



Pleasure burst through him violently enough that for a moment, his vision was lost. The sensation caused his jaws to crunch down, snapping the monument in half so that he swallowed the top of it whole. The other half he dropped as cum began to spit and spew in thick, violent ropes from his cock. White and sticky, it painted the graveyard, spilled so violently that it spewed over his chest. He gave out a loud, long howl that he was sure Susan back in the safety of her room could hear.



And last, but certainly not least since it brought him the most pleasure, he let his body fall back violently, taking the steeple completely inside of him and then, as he fell, crushing the church beneath his large ass. He screamed his pleasure, working, writhing, pumping his cock and cumming all over the church yard as he did so. Howl after howl, burst after burst of pure pleasure... Dukey had never felt anything like it.



There were stars bursting, dancing behind his eyes... his veins were on fire, and he could literally feel the pressure of the cum that continued to burst from his tip, painting his chest, his face, the yard around him... until everything was a white, sticky mess, and there was nothing but the thundering beat of his heart and the way that he tried desperately to catch his breath.



For a moment, Dukey wondered if he would ever be able to move from that spot. The steeple breaking off inside of him had been the last of it-his stomach was bulging and rumbling, distended slightly. He could feel his innards completely full, and he knew that nothing else would fit inside of him... it was perfect.



He was so satisfied...



And his body was still twitching and writhing in pleasure from the orgasm that ghosted along his senses.



"Dukey... loved..." A soft sigh of pleasure escaped him as his tongue lolled to the side. Slowly, his heart rate returned to normal... his breathing came regularly, and he was ready to return to his home.



One thought, however, burned through his mind. One thought that threatened to arouse him yet again... Dukey couldn't help it. Something had been missing from this entire experience, and he knew that he wanted it.



He knew that Susan could give it to him.



He wanted her to grow with him, to be the same size as him... he wanted to wreak havoc across the entire world together.



After all, there was always the saying... two heads are better than one-Dukey could only assume that it applied to two raging giants as well.



With that thought in mind, he clambered to his feet, ignoring the panicked screams as he made his way back to the woman that he loved...



This day was just getting better and better, and Dukey knew that the best was yet to come.