Prologue
The reflective blue bulkhead slid open without a sound, and a small black sphere floated in... 

The room was a mess. There were clothes everywhere, the blue leather couch was piled high with dirty laundry, and several pizza boxes graced the equally blue metallic table in the far corner of the large ovular blue room. There indeed was nothing but blue in here, rather drab, but uniform in it's blueness. Across the way, to the right of a large television, was an open doorway into the bedroom, from which an inordinate amount of snoring could be heard. Detecting it's target, the small black orb flew in through the doorway. 

There were even more clothes in here. Everything was a shade of blue and in total disarray, especially the large bed, in which Kyrie bunked. His glasses had been set on a nearby nightstand, and he had apparently had trouble sleeping. Legs and arms were strewn every which way, and a huge bubble had grown on Ky's nose while he snored louder than a vibrosaw. (You may think it's funny, but it snot) 

The black orb floated over and addressed the sleeping hare with it's calm male voice, "Good morning, captain." 

The greeting was apparently ignored, as Kyrie mumbled something incoherent, save a bit about pink noodles, then rolled over to the other side of the bed and resumed snoring. 

The droid produced a small needle, and aimed for the large hybrid hare's arm, and powered forward, digging in the needle, and suddenly created a huge burst of electricity which jolted Kyrie up a good foot or two off the bed before he flopped back down and fell off the edge and onto the floor in a tangled mess of white fur and blue bedding... 

"The heck you do that for??" Kyrie grumbled, rubbing his arm. His hair was a mess, going every which way, along with the occasional arc of blue electricity jumping from hair to hair. 

"Sir, you insisted that I got you up on schedule today because project #58217's estimated period of completion is within the hour." 

With a reluctant sigh, Kyrie stood up to his full 6'2". Scratching his slightly protruding gut, he walked out into his quarter's living room, he began the search for a clean set of clothes...which refused to be located... 

About a half hour later, the large twin bulkheads leading into the Blue Quandary's concealed macro-lab slowly churned open, and Kyrie wandered in, smelling slightly fresh, having had to apply some Fabreeze to some less-than-sparkling clothes. Reaching over into a locker, he grabbed a lab coat, and slipped it on before proceeding out into the main chamber. 

"It's amazing how there are always clean lab coats, but never a clean pair of underwear," he grumbled a bit before he pressed the large button, which opened the second set of large bulkheads. As he walked out into the huge facility, his eyes fell once more on the centerpiece...a gigantic support tank. It was easily 300 feet tall, and 90 feet in diameter. Inside, an amazingly huge female wolf floated in the green embryonic fluid. 

He couldn't help but grin as he looked upon her genetically perfect figure. Indeed, she was a masterpiece, one of the finest products of his bio-engineering projects to date. He turned and walked to the large supercomputer console which was embedded in the far wall and brought up the statistics for project #58217. It read as such: 

Subject Name: Heiris 
Height: 251 feet 1 inch 
Estimated Weight: 5.783 kilotons 
Sex: Female 
Race: Lupine 
Development: 98% 
ETC: 00:23:15 

"Ooooohhh yessssssss," Kyrie hissed, "Soon, she'll be fully developed and ready to awaken. Then it'll be time to take a little stroll through downtown, and all those meat-sucking morons on the surface will know true fear as THEY have to run for THEIR lives." He cackled a cruel villain’s laugh, or tried to. He hadn't had his coffee, and his throat was a bit parched. So he just ended up coughing a few times... 

Emergence
Kyrie leaned back in one of the conforming chairs in the ship's mess hall. A flat-screen plasma display was on the far wall displaying the results from some baseball game that he had no interest in. It was all about Heiris and what she represented. Her development had been his obsession for weeks, and now, all the work and light eating was finally going to pay off. Propping his feet up on the large reflective ovular blue table, which was situated in the center of the room, he began to daydream about the havoc he soon would be wreaking upon those who deserved it most.

His musing was interrupted though when the double bulkheads slid open, and Kreon, a 10-foot overly muscled black dragonoid with golden horns walked in. The dragon walked over to the large table, and appeared to be sitting down on midair, until a conforming seat rose up from the floor and accommodated him. Rolling his cigar in one hand, he took a puff, then looked over at Kyrie.

"Mornin' Ky."

"Yo."

"What you been up to these last few weeks?"

"Nuttin'."

Kreon leaned forward, propping a thick elbow on the table and looked Kyrie right in the eye. "Don't lie to me Ky. You know that's somethin' which kinda irritates me."

Kyrie smirked slightly before letting his feet back onto the floor, "There's nothing that I've been doing lately which is any different than what I normally do. I've always experimented, created, and been a general science geek. There's nothing different about the last few weeks."

"True, but this time you seem t'have bit of an obsession. You'd come out from the labs occasionally and talk." Kreon took another run on his cigar and relaxed a bit, reclining in his seat, "But lately, you wake up, eat breakfast, an' disappear altogether. Nobody knows where ya go, or what you're doin', and everybody's getting a little worried."

Kyrie leaned on the table, suddenly becoming very serious., "Believe me, it's nothing."

Kreon raised a brow in disbelief for a moment, then took a small caplet out from his black shorts, opened it, and tapped off the tip of his cigar into the container. "If you say so cap'n..."  With that, Kreon stood up and headed back out into the ship's main corridor.

Kyrie relaxed a bit more, slouching and staring at the blue ceiling above him. His mind went through what still needed to be done before Heiris could be unleashed. The fluid had been drained from her tank, her education was being capped off, and her muscles were undergoing the de-atrophy treatment. "Shouldn't be much longer actually," he thought to himself. Almost right on cue, the bulkhead doors opened and in flew Databot. The little black orb hovered in front of Kyrie, who shifted his glasses. "Ah. DB. There you are. Do we have some good news to share?"

"Yes captain," the small droid chimed, "The de-atrophication procedure is nearly complete and #58217 will be ready to be awoken in roughly 5 minutes."
Kyrie couldn't help but grin, "Ahh. Yes. Soon, Heiris will be ready! There's gonna be blood , gore, guts, an' veins in her teeth! "  With that, he jumped out of his chair and dashed out into the main corridor to catch a ride on a skiff down to the Macro Lab.

After he left, a small tawny feline head poked out from the door into the kitchen. Pushing a few strands of her fiery-red hair out of her eyes, she wondered for a moment,  "Heiris? Her teeth?"

***

The entire way there, Kyrie's foot tapped impatiently. When they finally arrived at the massive entryway into the Gamma Laboratory, he jumped off and scrambled through the second there was enough clearance. He made his way to a dimensional gate generator. The massive ring glowed with an ethereal green light as it slowly rotated in its pedestal. Not wasting a second, he punched in a combination of coordinates, and the field within the ring came to life, swirling and pulsing for a moment, before settling down. On the other end of the gate, the image of the Macro Lab's prep room was visible. He hummed to himself as he jogged through, with an uncharacteristic single-mindedness.

The second large doors into the macro lab slowly churned open, and Ky once again walked into the massive hall. Upon his arrival, a stout 2-foot droid started running in his direction. It had stumpy hands and feet, held to its dark-blue pill-shaped body with deceivingly spindly arms and legs. It waved as it jogged over, the orange photoreceptors in its spherical head glowing brightly. 

" 'Ey p'fesser K!"

Kyrie adjusted his lab coat and looked at his robotic assistant, "Y'ello Drey. Is my pretty little snookums ready to be woken up?"

Druul's photoreceptors flickered with a simulated blink, "Snookums, boss?"

Kyrie indicated the giant wolfess in the tank, "Her, #58217"

The droid looked back and forth once or twice, "Huh? Whu? OH! Her. Yeah, almost. We're removin' the last few needles and patchin' the holes. She'll be ready any second. You could probably just wake her up now though, they'd be done in time."

Kyrie nodded with a grin and hopped onto the blue observation module and powered it up. Blue energy glowed around it, and it slowly lifted up into the air. With a few simple commands to the control pad, it took up and away, giving him a good vantage of his new creation. He leaned over one of the rails and shouted down to the droids below him, "Let's start her up."

"You got it boss!"

With that, a warning siren went off, and slowly, the massive green transperisteel tube separated right down the middle and slowly began to open. There was a deep rumble as the various support devices inside the tank slowly retracted into the base and the lofts above her. With a loud crack, several charges released the support mask, and it swung down behind her.

Kyrie could hear as Heiris took a deep breath for the first time on her own. The sudden change in pressure caused his platform to move slightly, but it quickly corrected. She blinked once or twice, then winced, holding her right paw up to her face and began massaging her right brow. Kyrie leaned on the edge of his hovering pod and looked at the giant Heiris as she rubbed her forehead, still waking up. 

"Good morning, snookums."

There wasn't much of a reply as Heiris took a step out of the support frame. It seemed to shake the entire pseudo dimension as a resounding, low thud echoed throughout the laboratory. She took a few more deep breaths, then blinked, shaking her head quickly to clear the haze. A moment later, she stood upright at attention, turning her glance at Kyrie in his floating observation deck.

Kyrie grinned largely and maneuvered the platform to look at her head-on. "Look at you. You're beautiful. Perfect. Feminine appeal and raw power all in one."  Her body was extremely tone, with hardly any apparent body fat, save her proportionate and bountiful bust. There wasn't an inordinate amount of muscle to bulk her up, it was just very visible, and harder than steel. Kyrie maneuvered his platform all about her, looking her over. He admired her sculpted legs, powerful arms, and a set of abs, which looked more, like six hills lined up in two rows, leading down to her groin. The ambient lighting reflected off her silver fur as she stood at her full 251 feet 1 inch height. "Beautiful," he crooned again.

He piloted the platform once more to look her right in the carousel-sized eye. "Hello."

"Hi."

"What....is your name?"

"Heiris"

"What...is your mission?"

"Smash stuff."

"What....is your favorite color?"

"Blue."

"Who............is your MASTER?"

"What kinda question is that?"

"Close enough."  

Kyrie flew his platform back down the several hundred feet back into its dock, and he motioned for Heiris to have a seat. She promptly obeyed, her bulk visibly shaking the entire hall as she sat down Indian-style on the floor. Kyrie hopped out of the platform and jogged over to the giant wolfess, stopping near her left foot. He looked up at her, every curve perfect, and boobs so full and huge that she could probably feed every hungry child in Africa, and then some. He had to adjust his shorts before addressing her...

"So, are we ready to smash some buildings up?" he asked her.

"I suppose. What buildings did you have in mind?"

"I'm thinking downtown."

"What kind of body count?"

"Just a couple hundred or so. Nothing too traumatic. There's a small matter of this teeny list I have of furs I'd like removed
 from the gene pool granted, but nothing too specific."  With a snap of his fingers, a huge floating display screen appeared to the right of Heiris, and it had a list of names and pictures of various furs that were believed to live in the target city.

"Well what about everything you taught me about that?" she asked, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Kyrie was transfixed as the two mountains of cleavage shifted forward, but quickly shook his head to regain his train of thought.

"We...ah.." he stammered, "Well. Some people don't deserve to live because they're a blemish to the gene pool."

Heiris shook her head, "Nooo, you said specifically, that 'everyone' has the right to live."

He sighed and looked about for a second, thinking. "Well, think of it like this. Everyone has rights, but it's up to those with power to honor those rights. And in this case, it's more like 'I know you have the right to your opinion, but I have the right to not care and do what I want anyways,' you know?"

:"Sounds a little pig-headed...but...hmm."

"Don't think about it too much, babe. I can guarantee you. it's fun, and we'd definitely be doing a service to the world in this act of purification." Kyrie reached into his coat pocket and plucked out a container with small white tablets. He popped one in his mouth and put the container back in its pocket.

Heiris shifted her weight and jaw simultaneously, "How much fun?"

"A lot."

"Alright," she began, "I suppose we can go for a little walk." Something of a wicked grin crept across her muzzle and she started looking around, "Now where's my clothes?"

Kyrie coughed then cleared his throat. With a sheepish grin, he replied, "Well, it's not like they make bras in size 2 million Z. Same goes with other underwear and clothes."

She blinked once or twice, slightly befuddled. "Sooo...you want me to crush a city..."

"Yep."

"...cause millions of dollars in property damage..."

"Uh huh."

"...chew, smash, maim, and otherwise kill hundreds of people..."

"Yeaup."

"...and you want me to do it naked?"

"Now you're getting it."

There was an awkward silence for a moment...

"Why?" she asked

"Why what?"

"Why do all that in the nude?"

"Why not?"

Heiris smiled at the hare's reply, and shook her head. "When do we leave?"

Disgruntled Vengeance 
*que quiet moody rock music*

The sun was shining pure and clean, with not a single cloud to be seen in the sky above Halvan City. It was a nice balmy 78 degrees, and everyone was just waking up on a calm Saturday morning. It was such a wonderful Saturday, Brian thought, that a little romp was in order for sure.

Looking out his window, he could already hear members from the local gang starting trouble in the street below. All the more reason to head off for the day. He sat up in bed and stretched out all the kinks in his back before getting up and standing in front his rooms mirror. He ran a comb through his thick black mane and made sure his tail's tuft was in similar order. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he smirked and posed, looking his leonine body over. "Oh yeah." he growled to himself. Reaching down, he pulled some clean boxers out of one of the drawers and pulled them up. Searching about the room, he managed to locate a clean pair of appropriately tight pair of jeans, and proceeded to slip into those as well. He was about to begin his hunt for a clean shirt, when suddenly, the sky outside went from promisingly sunny to a foreboding black.

"WTF?" he thought to himself as he bent out the window of his fourth-story apartment.

Above the city's central park, several blocks away, the clouds had gathered out of nowhere and were circling above a singular point. A small black ball had formed and had slowly been gaining energy. Purple energy arced out from the ball of black energy and ignited nearby trees in a purple flame...

Brian blinked a few times in disbelief. "What the hell is that?" He grabbed a random shirt and ran out the door and down the flights of stairs, racing frantically out onto the street to get a good unobstructed view of whatever it was that was forming above the park. The moment he had reached the street, the black ball expanded out into a giant circle, which was, by his best guess, almost 300 feet across. The purple bolts of energy had become more like lightning strikes, leveling anything within reach of the swirling black nexus. Something in the back of his head told him to start running, and fast. But his curiosity kept the best of him. Everyone else was drawn to it as well, since everyone had swarmed out onto the street to look at this odd phenomena.

One well-muscled silver leg emerged sideways from the nexus and set down on the ground. He noted, with some interest, that it connected to a pretty sweet ass, which was sliding out form the nexus. It was followed by the rest of a huge silver wolven female. Her body was lithe and tone, her arms were tense and powerful, and her legs looked like pillars of sculpted silver. He found though, that his eyes ere draw to her large and exposed breasts. He just couldn't stop staring at them... She stood up tall once she had emerged from the nexus, and took a deep breath, looking around her. A moment later, the swirling black energy field quietly swirled shut.

Brian noticed that everyone was slowly walked toward the giant naked female wolf who had suddenly appeared in the park, and before long, everyone was circled around this monolithic mammal. Brian had followed suit, and was near the front of the crowd. He was pretty much looking straight up at the underside of this huge warm globes, and he could have sworn he was in heaven. He didn't even notice the fact that he was only several dozen yards away from her hind paws, which were the sizes of a house all on their own. She truly was titanic...

But then, something snapped him out of his reverie. A voice floated out over the light breeze from a megaphone. He tilted his head and looked up between her breasts, and could barely make out someone standing on her right shoulder...

***

"Finally..." Kyrie seethed, "finally, they get what they deserve..."

He looked at the huge crowd which had gathered around Heiris. This was almost too perfect. She wouldn't even have to move in order to kill half of them. From high atop his perch on Heiris' silver shaggy shoulder, he could scope out a huge portion of the city. Whipping out his binoculars, he scanned the crowd below with interest. He already had pinpointed several targets, but an itch on his left shoulder distracted him. He tried to scratch it, but the blue body armor he had slipped into effectively stopped any attempts to sooth the itch. "Ah well," he though, "Mind over matter." With that, he grabbed his megaphone and called out to the crowd...

"Citizens of Halvan!"

The voice rang out loud and clear, piercing the breeze. Brian heard it with more clarity then them all. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it...

"I will not bore you with lengthy introductions. You only need to know that I was your bitch, your scapegoat, your little helpless asswipe, And for some of you, a plunger. Doubtless that some of you already know who I am. I was the one fellow who never fought back, who always turned the other cheek, who always held off in hopes that you would spare me the humiliation of everyday life. Yet despite all my diplomatic efforts to win you over, I was still treated like crap."

Kyrie stopped for a second. The memories of every trashcan incident, every swirly, every trip, every forced tumble down a flight of stairs, every laxative-laced drink, every sort of slap to the face and ego imaginable to fur kind, they all stung like bees upon naked flesh. His breathing began to pulse like a sonic cannon, the rage building in an increasing crescendo as the words began to flow freely from his dammed-up reservoir of pain...

"I begged, I pleaded, I even fought back! But what did it accomplish? Nothing!"

Brian's blood suddenly ran cold with the memory of his favorite nerd...

"NOTHING!" the voice screamed.

"Well guess what? I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. And THIS time, YOU're all gonna be MY little bitches! Every one of you! You're all going to perish by MY...well....HER hand! You're gonna die! You! And you! And you and you and you!"  Kyrie ranted on for awhile, pointing at random pedestrians. Some were legitimate targets, others were just doomed regardless. "You're gonna die! Even YOU]."

The mime looked around innocently, then pointed to himself.

"YYyyyyyeeeees. Even you"

The mime just shrugged as if to ask what he had done...?

The grin on Kyrie's face had become cold, maniacal and merciless, "It doesn't matter what you did now...because YOU'RE GONNA DIE CLOWN!"

The crowd just stood there, awestruck. Some had decided it was time to leave, but the majority stood there, staring at Heiris.

"Most of 'em didn't hear as single word I said, did they?" Kyrie asked his huge silver companion. Heiris simply shrugged lightly, then continued to look over the crowd. "Alright," he shouted once more, with the help of the megaphone, "You think I'm not serious? Well take a little look at this..."

Brian suddenly got very worried, because he knew that the crazed hare on the giant's shoulder was pointing at him...

"That lion down there....I know him from somewhere....who is he?"

The small black orb that was Databot phased in near Kyrie and projected a data screen, and it addressed Kyrie with it's inhumanly calm male voice. "That is Brian Janigan, sir. He is registered for three trash cannings, two swirlies, and one wedgie at your senior prom."

"Oh yes." Kyrie crooned as the memories suddenly returned, clear as ever. He looked up at Heiris and pointed at the little brown lion before her. "Hurt him."

The sudden shifting of one of the gigantic paws suddenly triggered a reaction as it moved out over the crowd. Almost immediately, everyone reverted to an almost feral state, screaming and running like frightened herd animals, Brian knew this was no time to predatory instincts, and ran like the rest of them. He had been kept at the back of the crowd due to the sheer number of screaming pedestrians.

A second after he reached the street, he felt a heavy object crash into his back, and he went flying a few yards before coming to a halt on the black asphalt. He rolled over just in time to see a giant toe set itself down on top of his entire lower half. He cringed with the weight, but it wasn't enough to break anything.

Kyrie looked down with some binoculars, "Why isn't he screaming in pain?" he looked up at Heiris questioningly, "Why..." he asked again, "is he not screaming in [i]pain[/i]? I want you to hurt him. Hurt him [b] very badly[/b]. Okay?"

Heiris grinned and put on the pressure...

...and Brian felt it.  The pressure built like boulders in a landslide, and a second later, a piercing pain raced throughout his legs as the bones shattered under the pressure, A second later, his pelvis followed, being ground into chunks as the huge pad continued it's decent. He started to black out from the pain, but before he faded, saw the tip of the toe's claw coming down toward his face.

With but a little more pressure, the claw closed the last foot between it and the asphalt with a satisfying crunch.

Heiris ground her toe on the street, reducing whatever was left of the lion to a red smear on the road, all the while, Kyrie looked on, grinning at the fate of one of his hated enemies. Of course the reveille only lasted for a moment before he turned to Heiris once more. "Come on, let's not dwell on one for too long. There's a couple hundred more on this list, and we need to take care of them before the military shows up."

Heiris grinned and nodded in agreement. Looking further on down the street, she saw the end of the crowd scrambling to escape. She didn't waste a second more. She stepped onto the city, not caring even the least as her feet crushed and demolished apartments, houses, stores, and everything in-between. Within three steps, she had closed the distance between her and the screaming crowd to only a few meters. She showed no sigh of stopping either...

Kyrie looked at Databot, who was flying as fast as it could to keep up with Kyrie, "DB, keep tabs on life signs eh? We need to know who we get, and who we still need to get."

"Of course sir."

Heiris continued her little stroll, and with reckless abandon, slammed one paw down right in the middle of the crowd. There was a loud mix of screams, crunching and squishing noises as Heiris slammed down her full weight, reducing everyone to a slick red paste. The crowd suddenly decided to scatter in every which direction.

"About time they learned to scatter," Heiris growled, "...Dumber then lemmings."

She gave a nice five-story building a hefty kick, and it fell in a huge crash atop part of the fleeing crowd, then went on a stomping spree, catching everyone and everything she could underfoot. Bikes, cars, pickups, trucks, mopeds, furs on roller-blades. You name it, she smashed it into chili.  All the while, Kyrie looked on with glee, marking off names as DB detected a cease in vital signs. She was definitely getting into this more than Kyrie anticipated. The collateral damage was definitely gong to total beyond what his insurance was going to cover...

Suddenly, Kyrie spotted several select individuals amongst some of the fleeing pedestrians. He knew them almost too well. A wolf, Jason McGhea, Marnon Bronson, a panther, and Eddie Snade, a jackal. The three biggest asses on what was his school's varsity football team were still hanging out, and even now, were running for their lives seemingly in formation. Kyrie couldn't pass up this situation, and called up at Heiris with his megaphone. She slowed down for a second and turned an ear toward him. Pointing toward the fleeing trio, "Heiris, take a look over there, lean meat!"

Her eyes flew to Kyrie, then at his targets. All three of them were lean indeed, nice and close too. She took two quick steps, adding another few to the body count, then fell forward, landing on her hands. Her head was just above the trio, who had stopped and were staring up at her with eyes the size of dinner plates. "Meeeeat," Heiris growled, her breath blowing over them like a hot blast from a steam boiler...

Jason, the wolf, quickly started stammering, "Ky, Kyrie, Ky old buddy, we, we were wrong, We just did what looked like...y'know, the..th, the best thing. You were the little guy an, and well, ah, we....shit (help me out here, guys)" The other two chimed in, babbling like morons, until Eddie cut in with, "Well you were the little wimpy guy back then!"

That did it. Kyrie leaned forward, holding onto a handful of Heiris' thick silver fur, "And you guys're are kibble now."

With that, Jason looked on with horror as the giant wolf opened her mouth and did a clean sweep of the entire street as her gigantic tongue raced forward, lapping him and his two friends up like bugs. The three of them were drawn into Heiris' cavernous mouth, were they were soaked in saliva and tossed about in a dark, humid, dizzying darkness. Suddenly, the entire surface below them shifted, and Jason felt himself sliding down, then going into a quick freefall before getting wrapped up in the moist powerful muscles of Heiris' throat. "Oh Christ," he thought as he started to run out of air, "I've been turned into an entree....shit...." The muscles around him continued to contract as he kept sliding down that greasy tube for several seconds before it opened released him. After another quick freefall, he landed on a wet fleshy surface, which shook and quivered. Suddenly, he heard a scream and felt someone land on top of him, followed by another body. He pushed them off, and suddenly began to notice a powerful burning sensation on the soles of his paws...

***

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Attn: Commander Sean Higgins of the third Tank Battalion
Sub: Defense Mission
Target: Enemy giant

Briefing: A giant female wolf has appeared by some unknown means. At approximately 0800, she began rampaging throughout the city. Once you encounter the enemy, demand surrender. If you meet resistance, engage and eliminate.
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Sean scoffed at the memo as he climbed into the commander's seat of a large Abram mk.II. Cuing the gunner, driver, and the coms officer, the team went through a start-up list, and within minutes, All 6 tanks form the local base were deployed and off...

***

Kyrie watched with amusement as Heiris spit out some bits of asphalt after she gulped down the three biggest dicks in his senior class. "Well," he began, "How'd it go?"

Heiris looked down at her shoulder hare, "Kicking and screaming all the way down. Kinda kinky in a weird sorta way."

"And...?"

She grinned, "I like it."

"Goooood. Since you like it so much, there's a bus," Kyrie indicated a long Greyhound bus which had sped around a corner in a nearby intersection, and was quickly speeding off down the road, dodging the one or two survivors that were still in the area. "I'm sure they just wanted a better look. You might as well give them one."

Heiris had no problem catching the bus. Within three steps she was practically on top of it. She stooped over and plucked the bus off the street with a single paw, then brought it to eye level and took a peep. She was horrified. "Foreign tourists..." she moaned, "Go figure."

As if in response, the dozen or so Asian tourists on board started screaming a string of undecipherable cries of amusement, astonishment, and fear. Of course it only lasted about ten seconds, then they all took out their cameras and started taking pictures.

She winced at the sudden swarm of igniting flashbulbs, and with a growl, twisted the bus in half like silly putty, crushing almost everyone inside. With a simple movement, she tore the bus in two and threw the remains over a nearby building. But she noticed something...

"What the heck?" One of the tourists, a fox, had escaped the bus and had grabbed onto her thumb, and was currently screaming incessantly as he hung on for dear life. 

"Eww, get offa me, leggo!" She started flailing her hand all over the place, but that little tourist just refused to be shaken. Finally giving up, she simply grabbed his legs and pulled him off her thumb. His continuing high-pitched screams assaulted both her and Kyrie's ears. "Stop screaming," Heiris growled as she threw the tourist into the side of a nearby apartment building, "I don't eat Thai food."

Kyrie noted that he made a sizeable splat on the wall, then surveyed the terrain around him. Every building for a dozen blocks or so was either damaged, or completely flattened. With a nod, he looked up at Heiris, "Alright, this place is trashed. Time to move on."

"Where?" she asked him, shrugging slightly.

That shrug sent Kyrie into the air for a second or so before landing in a heap back on Heiris' shoulder. After getting back up, and giving a dirty look at the sheepishly grinning wolf, "I say we head downtown. That's where all the big stuff is. There should be more to blow up. Should be north of here..."

Heiris looked about, and indeed spotted the large cluster of taller buildings which made up the city's downtown. With a wily grin, she set off on a jog, causing waves of earthquakes to shake anything she passed into rubble...

***

"Commander, you think this is some kinda joke?"

The bluebelly was wrenched from his thoughts upon his gunner's question, "What do you mean?"

The little mink in the chair below him shrugged, "Oh, I don't know. It's April 1st and all. Maybe the guys up top are yanking our chain?"

Sean shook his scaled head, "I doubt it. As crazy as the idea of a 200 or whatever foot tall wolf female rampaging through downtown sounds, command wouldn't have us waste gas just to go on a little joyride like this."

"Well, I mean, how realistic do you think this is? How many 251 foot wolf women do you know?"

The entire squad of tanks rounded a bend and came to a dead halt...

The German Shepard in the driver’s seat leaned back and looked at Sean, "Sir, I think you might wanna see this..."

He opened the top hatch of the turret and poked his head out. His jaw immediately dropped in a mixture of horror and fascination. Sure enough, at the end of the boulevard, was a huge naked female wolf, who was right behind a large crowd of fleeing civilians. He blinked in disbelief as the she-wolf dropped to her knees, and threw her arms forward and cupped her hands, effectively trapping the crowd. She pulled everyone closer to her, and, to the horror of every man and woman in all six tanks, began to lap up the entire crowd until her muzzle was stuffed and her cheeks were full. She took huge slow gulps, and within three swallows, had effectively eaten the entire crowd in one fell swoop.

"Holy Christ almighty," Sean croaked. He was barely able to speak after watching that horror. He was even more concerned when the wolf looked over at his squad and closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds. He grabbed the mic for the tank's speaker, and stammered a bit, "M..m.m.m'am. By the order of the US Army, you are hereby ordered to orderly cease your current rampage and surrender yourself in an orderly fashion, o..o...or else we've been ordered to use deadly force and bring you down."

Without missing a beat, the wolf reached down and grabbed the one of the tanks out of the squad. Sean could only watch as she bit into the tank like it was putty. She quickly chomped up the other half of the vehicle and chewed steadily, the sounds of screeching grinding metal and the last screams of the tank's crew sounding over the radio, then silence.

"Uh...uh...sir..." his gunner stammered, "What did that memo say about her eating one of the tanks?"

He blinked, then shook his head to clear the nightmarish sounds he had just heard. "If we encountered hostility, we were to open fire and eliminate the threat."

"Well, that sure looks like hostility to me..."

Heiris chewed the tank a bit more, then blew the scraps out over the remaining tanks, showering them with bits of tank and tank crew...

Kyrie looked up at Heiris, thoroughly bewildered. "how the heck can you stand to chew that? You're gonna have one hell of a dental bill if you keep that up."

"It was more like tin foil Ky," she responded, "but I'm not doin' that again. I think I got some tank lodged in my gums..."

Just then, the five remaining tanks started racing backwards at full speed. Shortly after, the head tank fired a round, and Kyrie noticed a rippling effect in the skin slightly below him. 

"Uhm....they just shot your boob..." he said dryly. He looked at Heiris' face, which was distorted with feminine pain, 

"Oh, REALLY?" she growled through grit teeth as she cupped the violated breast in one paw.

"Uh, commander?" Seans' driver began, "All due respect, but that was a really crappy idea."

Sean nodded as the wolf quickly began to stop toward the tanks, having no trouble closing the distance. "I'm gonna log a formal agreement with you on that one. Oh....shit. This is gonna hurt..." He looked up through the still open turret hatch and saw the huge black paw pad come sailing down at his tank. It slammed down onto the tank, and sounds of screeching metal and the screams of his crew flooded his ears as the metal collapsed all around him...

The tank crumbled like a soda can under Heiris' great weight. After she flattened the tank and all who were in it, she gave it a good kick, and sent it sailing into another of the retreating tanks, creating a large fireball as the remaining munitions in both vehicles detonated. Reaching down, she snagged another tank and threw it like a baseball at the two remaining tanks. The 7 ton tank-turned-missile sailed through the air and exploded smack dab in the middle of the remaining squad vehicles. Without any rhyme or reason, Heiris turned around, and sat down, her huge rear slamming down right on top of the doomed tanks. A series of muffled explosions escaped from underneath her, and she stood up, dusting off her butt, and looking with satisfaction at the two smoldering craters.

"Buns of fun." Kyrie said with a smirk.

"Oohh yeah," Heiris chimed, wiping the last of the soot from her backside.

Kyrie looked around for more stuff to have Heiris smash, when Databot hovered before him and once more addressed the hare in it's usually calm manner, "Sir, I'd like to report that all target personnel have been eliminated. Estimated body count, 680, within 20 in either range. I will not even bother trying to estimate property damage."

Heiris turned a swimming-pool sized ear toward the conversation as she finished toppling over the remainder of the larger buildings.

"So," Kyrie mumbled, "We're effectively done. Good. I was getting hungry..."

"And I was getting full," Heiris added as she knocked down one final office tower with a good kick.

A moment later, another dark portal flew open, and the giant wolf vanished from that reality. In four hours, a city had gone from pristine and ready for a lazy Saturday, to a barren wasteland of rubble and crushed remains. Hell hath no fury like the rabbit's scorn.

Epilogue

Kyrie flipped a level and the large gateway slid open, leading out from the Macro Lab and into Heiris' custom-tailored quarters, which conveniently inhabited her own personal little universe. He stepped out onto the tawny carpet, which was more like knee-high grass and trekked out across a gargantuan-sized living room. On the far end, seated on an equally-gigantic white plush couch, was Heiris. She was wrapped up in her huge black bathrobe and was thumbing through some sort of magazine when she notices the small white hare trudging across the carpet. She smiled softly, laughing inwardly as she watched him slog his way through the savanna which was her living room floor.

"Well good morning, Ky."

"Ahh hello my big bountiful buxom buff busty beautiful bonnie behemoth. What might you be up to?"

"Thinking about hairstyles."

She ran her paw through her lengthening head fur, which was sure enough beginning to sprout.

"I see. Any preferences?"

She chewed her lip for a bit, then answered "Nope. I'm hoping it's straight so I can just let it hang loose."  There was a silence for awhile, then she became a bit more serious. "You haven't told the rest of the crew about me yet, have you?"

Kyrie closed the last foot towards Heiris' foot, "All in good time Heiris. I actually planned on a formal introduction this Wednesday when I get a break in my schedule. Uh, would you be so kind?"

Heiris reached down, and her robe hung a bit, revealing a bit of her cleavage. Plucking Kyrie out of the carpet, she set him on her shoulder and leaned back into her couch. "Well, at least you won't keep me a secret forever."

"Oh heck no. You're gonna be out greatest asset. I guarantee it. In fact, you might also provide a solution for our solid currency problem..."

Heiris sprawled her ears and glanced at him, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"I'll explain it all later once things have calmed down completely here."  Kyrie hiked through her shoulder fur and eventually arrived at the base of her neck. Having a seat on her collarbone, he let his feet dangle, resting on the very upper reaches of her bust.

"You really have a thing for boobs, don't you?" Heiris asked him with a slight grin

"Well, yeah. Not like you could blame me. I was severely deprived as a child."

"I can tell. While you're here, I need a second opinion..."  She flipped through the magazine, book marking several pages with her fingers, "...on some of these hairstyles. And after we settle on that issue, I have a few other things planned."

Kyrie looked up at the bottom of Heiris' jaw questioningly, "What kinda plans?"

"The kinda plans you're hoping for, not like I need to specify."

A huge grin covered his face and he leaned forward to get a better look at the magazine. "Well, let's get that hairstyle chosen then!"

***End***