Scrap 2 - The scent wafted over the metropolis before the quakes vibrated through it...

The scent wafted over the metropolis before the quakes vibrated through it. It was thick and cloying, practically sticking to everything it touched. Cedar, a touch of pine, mixed with lavender, cardamom, and a touch of coffee and dark chocolate. But what undermined the pleasant fragrance was that raunchy, raw, unmistakable scent of sex. Arousal, lust, a bitch in heat. Pussy.

The air was thick with it, mixed into the dewy morning fog as the sun crested over the horizon and hung in the distance. People remarked about it but paid it little mind. The real worry came with the tremors. They happened rhythmically, one after another. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. They weren’t long, drawn out quakes but sudden waves that vibrated through the city.

They grew more powerful as the minutes ticked by. What was once causing ripples in one’s morning coffee turned into the bitter brew sloshing about in the cup as the lights flickered from the shakes. Something other than the sun crested over that horizon, something not so painful to stare at. At least, from a distance.

A great vixen of enormous proportions, both in terms of physique and sexuality. Her fur a mixture of browns and blondes, her eyes a deep amethyst. Her great breasts sat upon her chest, like mountains in of themselves. Heavy black nipples jutting out, and occasionally being tweaked between ebon paw padded fingers. Nothing could have prepared them for her arrival. She walked like a force of nature, each step billowing out dust and sending shockwaves that shook the world for miles.

Positively gigantic. Huge. Monstrous. The vixen stood hundreds, maybe thousands of feet. She towered over everything, over everyone. The trail of footprints and destruction behind her as she grew closer to the city tell a tale of impossible lust and an unending hunger. Far out in the farms of the country side those paw prints were much smaller and sunk into the dirt much less. But with every farmstead and ranch they visited they grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger. More massive, more dense, and more hungry. She left every place she visited absolutely devastated. Smashed, covered in her juices, and devoid of people or animals.

Now her sights were on the city and with every step she made a new pond, and new mire. Her thick feminine nectar dribbled from her ebon lower lips, which greedily slurped on the fingers she had shoved into it. It splashed into the paw prints she left behind, marking the land forever more as hers.

When she hit the city she didn’t stop, like a force of nature she kept going. Her paw smashed through a building with ease before sinking into the asphalt of the road and crunching a few cars beneath her sole. She didn’t even seem to notice, really. She just kept walking. The next step crashed through even more buildings, bricks and wood and glass flying through the air as people screamed in panic. Some ran, some masturbated, and many simply ceased to be beneath this titaness of a fox.

Her moans quite literally shook the city as she fingered herself. They could be heard for miles. She had kept them quiet during her approach, but now there was no reason to be silent. The pleasure was so great. She was so huge, so powerful. So horny.

She hadn’t had a good fuck in at least twenty minutes. Her blood was boiling with arousal. She needed something in her and she needed it now. Her city smashing stroll brought her to a relatively tall office building. Nothing compared to her but it was the perfect size for what she had planned. With all the ease of mounting a lover, she swung her legs to either side of the building.

People glued their eyes to the windows, seeing those huge, furred legs smash into the ground beside the building they were in. Some knew better and fled from the windows, others could only watch on in confusion. The building shook not only from her movements but also from the moan that rolled off her lips from the anticipation. Her hand came down to spread her lips, and massive gloves of her lewd lubricant drizzled over the spire beneath her. It immediately flooded the rooftop and cascaded down the sides, invading any open windows and slathering the sides in her femininity.

“Ya’ll make sure I cum first.” She said in her drawl, licking her lips as she lowered her pussy over the building.

The heat from such a massive orifice spread over the tower like molten blanket. People within started unbuttoning shirts and removing ties as they panted and sweated. When her lower lips kissed the roof the building shook with her hiss of pleasure, and thick, wet squelch echoing from above and down through each floor as she lowered further. Her ebon cunt, soaked in her juices, clung to the windows as she pressed on. Foot after foot of building entered her, floor after floor disappearing into that seemingly endless cavern.

The people within could hardly understand what the hell was going on. After all, just a few minutes ago they were going about their mindless office work and now? Now a massive vixen the size of a mountain. No, BIGGER than a mountain is shoving that very same office building. The office building they are currently standing in, right into her cunt.