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And so long to Macro March! Such caps off this year's weekly streams that I took up crank out bignettes at my leisure and upon request. Hope you all enjoyed this last batch!
Requests made by:
march-dragon
VDO
Macro March: Sizable Sendoff
By: RaddaRaem
Grow and Tell
Requested by VDO
Lips pulled flat, Shawn flared his beady nostrils as he stomped down the sidewalk. Plastic handles dug deep into the shark's wrists, throttling his circulation, as he waddled back towards his apartment. His skin tight shirt, clinging comfortably to his chiseled frame, bulged with muscle as he engaged in the greatest feat of strength known to our generation.
Bringing ALL the groceries inside in a single trip.
“Hrnghhhh!” His razor sharp teeth clenched tight, Shawn huffed and puffed as his finned tail swayed to and fro in a desperate attempt to keep himself balanced. The shark's tattered jeans, fraying further every time his toned thighs clapped against each other, couldn't help but fall to pieces every time his rough scales scraped against them.
RRRRIP
“Gods that was my last good pair too...” Shawn whined as his exposed knees punched through the failing denim. “I'll just say they're a designer pair or something,” he mumbled. The shark's sandaled feet clapped thunderously against the sidewalk as his thoughts turned inward and the world around him faded into the periphery.
KRABAKOOM
A frigid wind whisked past the hurriedly emptying city streets. Newspapers tumbled past. Discarded bottles noisily jostled into the curb. Traffic lights creaked overhead.
“Eris would believe that, right?” Shawn asked himself as his mop of black hair swayed to and fro along with his pointed ears. “Pff. Course not. We both know I don't have the budget for it.”
Rain, faint and indistinct, spat down upon the concrete labyrinth. The gray and cracking sidewalks, drip by drip, slowly darkened in hue as water accumulated in the gaps between them.
Shawn's gills unconsciously flared along his neck. His clothing, anything but loose-fitting to begin with, clung to him like a second skin as the rainfall picked up. “Then again it's not like she's against the thought of me sliding right out of my clothes...” he thought with a blush.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIPPERONI
Brows arched, Shawn hummed when he felt his shirt split apart along his dorsal fin. “Or exploding right out of them,” he bashfully noted as his jutting chest lay bare for all to see through his newfound vest. Rolling his shoulders, Shawn finally saw fit to take stock of his surroundings.
BADOOM
And the nigh unmistakable storm that glowered overhead.
“Ah,” Shawn mumbled as his feet spilled out over the sides of his sandals. “Well that would explain WHY the bodega was so empty.” Sighing, teeth pinching into his lower lip, the shark couldn't believe he had managed to all but forget that a Macro March storm was in the forecast.
“She didn't start dating me for my smarts at any rate,” Shawn smirked as he looked to the tattered sleeves that hung limply along his shoulders. “Not great but not awful!” the shark reassured himself as the damp concrete crunched beneath his bare feet while he picked up the pace.
“In hindsight, I should have planned for bigger portions...” Shawn huffed as he effortlessly hoisted up his pittance of groceries. “But we'll make do! And it's not like Eris is going to complain about there being more of me,” he whistled even as his jeans degraded into a juicy pair of jorts.
Shawn could already imagine it. His love of his life, his *hopefully* future wife, swinging by his apartment for their weekly date night only to find her man all but scraping against the ceiling! Swept up in his muscular arms and peppered with face smothering smooches. His pecs pressing against the back of his wonderful wolf's head as they manned the stove and sent that stir fry sizzling. Or how he would sit on the floor, hunched over the kitchen table, as they shared a romantic dinner together and swapped awkward flirtations and footsies. Then the coup de grace... the highlight of the evening! Which would entail flopping back onto his couch, assuming it could handle his enormous ass, and tugging Eris onto his chest while they whittled away the evening watching obscure nineties anime.
“Oh yeah...” Shawn dreamily sighed.
BADOOOOM
And such the date night would remain. But a pleasant dream.
“Ack!” Shawn yelped as his head bonked against a street light. Groaning, he rubbed at his smarting forehead and hurriedly steadied the wobbling and sparking post. “A-alright,” he nervously laughed as he continued to inch up and out. “T-this might be overdoing it!” he implored of the uncaring storm above.
TATUNK
“No!” the shark wailed. His wrists, once blood starved and numb from the countless plastic bags hanging from them, billowed outwards. The myriad handles snapped apart and with raucous tunks and crashes their contents tumbled to the rain slicked streets below.
“Really overdoing it!” Shawn whined as he dropped to his knees, leaving craterous imprints in the asphalt when he did so, and desperately tried to salvage what he could. “Not the soy sauce! Augh and the rice noodles too? I shelled out extra for those!” he whined.
Butt resting upon his heels, Shawn's massively muscled form bloated out ever wider and taller. Spanning the lanes for incoming, and oncoming traffic, the shark tried and failed to pinch what few canned goods he could between his bloated fingers. His tail pitifully flopped to earth and sent parked cars bouncing up into the air.
“Great,” the shark grumbled as he felt his thighs and feet spill out onto the sidewalks themselves. Mail boxes, fire hydrants, benches, and street signs all crumpled against the unstoppable flood of scaled flesh. “How am I going to explain this to Eris?” he dejectedly sighed.
“Pretty easily, it turns out,” a booming feminine baritone answered.
Shawn's ears perked to attention. “Eris?”
“Up here,” came the window shattering response. “Yeah so... I might have forgotten to check the weather before I started walking over to your place.”
Rising to his feet, Shawn brushed away the suspiciously salty streaks of water trailing from his eyes. “We're a perfect pair of idiots, huh?” he smirked even as his jort clad thighs pressed against the surrounding structures.
Flashing a toothy grin of her own, Eris tucked her chin against her heaving and sky blotting bosom. “That we are. So uh...” the wolf, her white fur sparkling every time lighting crashed around her, took to rubbing at the back of her head. “We still on for date night?”
“Course!” Shawn excitedly boomed back as he paid little mind to the apartments and office buildings lost under the fat of his feet where they came to be safely, and snugly, wedged into the creases of his soles. “So uh... how's it growing, hun?”
“Oh my God. Shawn.”
“What?” he giggled as he surged on up towards his everything.
Creative Destruction
Requested by March
Arms crossed about his bare chest, Noir thrummed his feathery fingers along his elbows. He had all but exhausted himself the evening prior and, as he ran a hand through his crimson mohawk, the woodpecker had assumed he'd sated himself. “Hell, the afterglow hasn't even worn off,” he smirked.
Yet... who was he to squander an opportunity like this? The prodigious punk peered past his beak and twiddled his clawed toes. The dumpy apartments and dilapidated streets he called home trembled in his presence. Bricks popped free from the faded and boarded up store fronts. Wired fences violently rattled in place and collapsed to the weed pocked lots below.
“Eh. What's the harm in double dipping?” Noir approvingly rumbled as he tilted his head back and gazed at the lightless sky. Save the glow of television screens bleeding out the misted windows, and the lash of lightning overhead, all was dark as the Macro March storm thundered from on high. Rain pelted down against his leather clad, and audibly creaking, form.
Drawing in deeply, low lying clouds vanished into Noir's maw. Electricity crackled within his chest as he held in a cough and billowed outwards and upwards further still. On the horizon, glistening in the darkness, an opulent eyesore called out to the woodpecker. Skyscrapers, casinos, high rises... as flagrant and obnoxious a display of wealth there ever was. “An' I haven't even gotten started,” he thought.
THOOM
THOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOM
Hand shoved into his pockets, Noir lumbered towards the city as fissures exploded out from beneath him with his every meteoric footfall. The woodpecker mindful of his step, watching in glee as his city block spanning feet crunched loan sharks and shady bank branches beneath his bloating toes. “Shame, that,” he mused as all of his, and his friend's, predatory debts disappeared into the wrinkles of his soles.
Shuddering in pleasure as he swelled with every stomp, Noir's cratering voice carried out across his stomping grounds like a force of nature. The big-box store that paid shit and offered next to nothing in benefits?
THOOOOM
Noir giddily splayed his toes apart as everything, save the break room, service center, and docking bay came to cake his feet. He tossed a wave, tornadic gales blowing the roof clean off in the process, at the untouched employees.
Brows furrowed, Noir rumbled in pleasure at the sight of the gated communities coming into view. “Oh that's right... I had almost forgotten!”
THOOM
A swathe of McMansions disappeared beneath his sky spanning soles. Millions of dollars, converted into garish and exorbitant displays of wealth, ceased to exist at Noir's say so. He relished the sensation of the tiled roofs scraping against his toes. Of it buckling beneath his feel. Of the countless cars compacting into scrap metal between his curled toes. He could hardly contain himself at the thought of the union busters, the shit bosses, and worse waking up to find everything they worked so hard to steal wiped off the face of the earth.
“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Noir boomed down at the wreckage. He had not forgotten how, in a previous life, his entitled and privileged boss delighted in nothing more than scheduling him just shy of the hours needed to gain the benefits and safety net he so desperately desired.
KATHOOOOOOOOM
Both the Macro March storm, and Noir's newly nurtured ability to swell as he stomped and spread much deserved destruction, fed into one another. The woodpecker swung his neighborhood spanning feet forward and entire communities that did everything they could to make the less fortunate feel unwelcome turned to rubble.
RUMMMMMMMMMBLE
Entire zip codes that reliably voted in garbage, those representatives who would scapegoat away any problem, found themselves swallowed up in Noir's shadow as his head surged up past the clouds. Soon destroyed so utterly, so completely, not even their memory remained.
BADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Until finally, with an ecstatic sigh, a horizon spanning toe curled itself before the speck of a city that flaunted everything and shared nothing. Whose inhabitants wielded language, its cruelty shrouded in legalese, to hoard away wealth and take what wasn't theirs.
The woodpecker flicked his toe. A scar in the earth stretched out beyond imagining.
Noir, incomprehensible and drunk with passion, shuddered at what remained. Stores, neighborhoods, cities... what else was there to even crush and bring low at this point? Countries? Continents? “...Concepts?” the woodpecker hummed as he cocked his head to the side. “I know it's a bit of an ask to smash capitalism in and of itself,” he demurred as the world around him became alien and unrecognizable. “But I can't think of anything that deserves it more,” he cooed before lifting a foot once more and hovering it above the financial capitals of the world.
Requests made by:
march-dragon
VDOMacro March: Sizable Sendoff
By: RaddaRaem
Grow and Tell
Requested by VDO
Lips pulled flat, Shawn flared his beady nostrils as he stomped down the sidewalk. Plastic handles dug deep into the shark's wrists, throttling his circulation, as he waddled back towards his apartment. His skin tight shirt, clinging comfortably to his chiseled frame, bulged with muscle as he engaged in the greatest feat of strength known to our generation.
Bringing ALL the groceries inside in a single trip.
“Hrnghhhh!” His razor sharp teeth clenched tight, Shawn huffed and puffed as his finned tail swayed to and fro in a desperate attempt to keep himself balanced. The shark's tattered jeans, fraying further every time his toned thighs clapped against each other, couldn't help but fall to pieces every time his rough scales scraped against them.
RRRRIP
“Gods that was my last good pair too...” Shawn whined as his exposed knees punched through the failing denim. “I'll just say they're a designer pair or something,” he mumbled. The shark's sandaled feet clapped thunderously against the sidewalk as his thoughts turned inward and the world around him faded into the periphery.
KRABAKOOM
A frigid wind whisked past the hurriedly emptying city streets. Newspapers tumbled past. Discarded bottles noisily jostled into the curb. Traffic lights creaked overhead.
“Eris would believe that, right?” Shawn asked himself as his mop of black hair swayed to and fro along with his pointed ears. “Pff. Course not. We both know I don't have the budget for it.”
Rain, faint and indistinct, spat down upon the concrete labyrinth. The gray and cracking sidewalks, drip by drip, slowly darkened in hue as water accumulated in the gaps between them.
Shawn's gills unconsciously flared along his neck. His clothing, anything but loose-fitting to begin with, clung to him like a second skin as the rainfall picked up. “Then again it's not like she's against the thought of me sliding right out of my clothes...” he thought with a blush.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIPPERONI
Brows arched, Shawn hummed when he felt his shirt split apart along his dorsal fin. “Or exploding right out of them,” he bashfully noted as his jutting chest lay bare for all to see through his newfound vest. Rolling his shoulders, Shawn finally saw fit to take stock of his surroundings.
BADOOM
And the nigh unmistakable storm that glowered overhead.
“Ah,” Shawn mumbled as his feet spilled out over the sides of his sandals. “Well that would explain WHY the bodega was so empty.” Sighing, teeth pinching into his lower lip, the shark couldn't believe he had managed to all but forget that a Macro March storm was in the forecast.
“She didn't start dating me for my smarts at any rate,” Shawn smirked as he looked to the tattered sleeves that hung limply along his shoulders. “Not great but not awful!” the shark reassured himself as the damp concrete crunched beneath his bare feet while he picked up the pace.
“In hindsight, I should have planned for bigger portions...” Shawn huffed as he effortlessly hoisted up his pittance of groceries. “But we'll make do! And it's not like Eris is going to complain about there being more of me,” he whistled even as his jeans degraded into a juicy pair of jorts.
Shawn could already imagine it. His love of his life, his *hopefully* future wife, swinging by his apartment for their weekly date night only to find her man all but scraping against the ceiling! Swept up in his muscular arms and peppered with face smothering smooches. His pecs pressing against the back of his wonderful wolf's head as they manned the stove and sent that stir fry sizzling. Or how he would sit on the floor, hunched over the kitchen table, as they shared a romantic dinner together and swapped awkward flirtations and footsies. Then the coup de grace... the highlight of the evening! Which would entail flopping back onto his couch, assuming it could handle his enormous ass, and tugging Eris onto his chest while they whittled away the evening watching obscure nineties anime.
“Oh yeah...” Shawn dreamily sighed.
BADOOOOM
And such the date night would remain. But a pleasant dream.
“Ack!” Shawn yelped as his head bonked against a street light. Groaning, he rubbed at his smarting forehead and hurriedly steadied the wobbling and sparking post. “A-alright,” he nervously laughed as he continued to inch up and out. “T-this might be overdoing it!” he implored of the uncaring storm above.
TATUNK
“No!” the shark wailed. His wrists, once blood starved and numb from the countless plastic bags hanging from them, billowed outwards. The myriad handles snapped apart and with raucous tunks and crashes their contents tumbled to the rain slicked streets below.
“Really overdoing it!” Shawn whined as he dropped to his knees, leaving craterous imprints in the asphalt when he did so, and desperately tried to salvage what he could. “Not the soy sauce! Augh and the rice noodles too? I shelled out extra for those!” he whined.
Butt resting upon his heels, Shawn's massively muscled form bloated out ever wider and taller. Spanning the lanes for incoming, and oncoming traffic, the shark tried and failed to pinch what few canned goods he could between his bloated fingers. His tail pitifully flopped to earth and sent parked cars bouncing up into the air.
“Great,” the shark grumbled as he felt his thighs and feet spill out onto the sidewalks themselves. Mail boxes, fire hydrants, benches, and street signs all crumpled against the unstoppable flood of scaled flesh. “How am I going to explain this to Eris?” he dejectedly sighed.
“Pretty easily, it turns out,” a booming feminine baritone answered.
Shawn's ears perked to attention. “Eris?”
“Up here,” came the window shattering response. “Yeah so... I might have forgotten to check the weather before I started walking over to your place.”
Rising to his feet, Shawn brushed away the suspiciously salty streaks of water trailing from his eyes. “We're a perfect pair of idiots, huh?” he smirked even as his jort clad thighs pressed against the surrounding structures.
Flashing a toothy grin of her own, Eris tucked her chin against her heaving and sky blotting bosom. “That we are. So uh...” the wolf, her white fur sparkling every time lighting crashed around her, took to rubbing at the back of her head. “We still on for date night?”
“Course!” Shawn excitedly boomed back as he paid little mind to the apartments and office buildings lost under the fat of his feet where they came to be safely, and snugly, wedged into the creases of his soles. “So uh... how's it growing, hun?”
“Oh my God. Shawn.”
“What?” he giggled as he surged on up towards his everything.
Creative Destruction
Requested by March
Arms crossed about his bare chest, Noir thrummed his feathery fingers along his elbows. He had all but exhausted himself the evening prior and, as he ran a hand through his crimson mohawk, the woodpecker had assumed he'd sated himself. “Hell, the afterglow hasn't even worn off,” he smirked.
Yet... who was he to squander an opportunity like this? The prodigious punk peered past his beak and twiddled his clawed toes. The dumpy apartments and dilapidated streets he called home trembled in his presence. Bricks popped free from the faded and boarded up store fronts. Wired fences violently rattled in place and collapsed to the weed pocked lots below.
“Eh. What's the harm in double dipping?” Noir approvingly rumbled as he tilted his head back and gazed at the lightless sky. Save the glow of television screens bleeding out the misted windows, and the lash of lightning overhead, all was dark as the Macro March storm thundered from on high. Rain pelted down against his leather clad, and audibly creaking, form.
Drawing in deeply, low lying clouds vanished into Noir's maw. Electricity crackled within his chest as he held in a cough and billowed outwards and upwards further still. On the horizon, glistening in the darkness, an opulent eyesore called out to the woodpecker. Skyscrapers, casinos, high rises... as flagrant and obnoxious a display of wealth there ever was. “An' I haven't even gotten started,” he thought.
THOOM
THOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOM
Hand shoved into his pockets, Noir lumbered towards the city as fissures exploded out from beneath him with his every meteoric footfall. The woodpecker mindful of his step, watching in glee as his city block spanning feet crunched loan sharks and shady bank branches beneath his bloating toes. “Shame, that,” he mused as all of his, and his friend's, predatory debts disappeared into the wrinkles of his soles.
Shuddering in pleasure as he swelled with every stomp, Noir's cratering voice carried out across his stomping grounds like a force of nature. The big-box store that paid shit and offered next to nothing in benefits?
THOOOOM
Noir giddily splayed his toes apart as everything, save the break room, service center, and docking bay came to cake his feet. He tossed a wave, tornadic gales blowing the roof clean off in the process, at the untouched employees.
Brows furrowed, Noir rumbled in pleasure at the sight of the gated communities coming into view. “Oh that's right... I had almost forgotten!”
THOOM
A swathe of McMansions disappeared beneath his sky spanning soles. Millions of dollars, converted into garish and exorbitant displays of wealth, ceased to exist at Noir's say so. He relished the sensation of the tiled roofs scraping against his toes. Of it buckling beneath his feel. Of the countless cars compacting into scrap metal between his curled toes. He could hardly contain himself at the thought of the union busters, the shit bosses, and worse waking up to find everything they worked so hard to steal wiped off the face of the earth.
“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Noir boomed down at the wreckage. He had not forgotten how, in a previous life, his entitled and privileged boss delighted in nothing more than scheduling him just shy of the hours needed to gain the benefits and safety net he so desperately desired.
KATHOOOOOOOOM
Both the Macro March storm, and Noir's newly nurtured ability to swell as he stomped and spread much deserved destruction, fed into one another. The woodpecker swung his neighborhood spanning feet forward and entire communities that did everything they could to make the less fortunate feel unwelcome turned to rubble.
RUMMMMMMMMMBLE
Entire zip codes that reliably voted in garbage, those representatives who would scapegoat away any problem, found themselves swallowed up in Noir's shadow as his head surged up past the clouds. Soon destroyed so utterly, so completely, not even their memory remained.
BADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Until finally, with an ecstatic sigh, a horizon spanning toe curled itself before the speck of a city that flaunted everything and shared nothing. Whose inhabitants wielded language, its cruelty shrouded in legalese, to hoard away wealth and take what wasn't theirs.
The woodpecker flicked his toe. A scar in the earth stretched out beyond imagining.
Noir, incomprehensible and drunk with passion, shuddered at what remained. Stores, neighborhoods, cities... what else was there to even crush and bring low at this point? Countries? Continents? “...Concepts?” the woodpecker hummed as he cocked his head to the side. “I know it's a bit of an ask to smash capitalism in and of itself,” he demurred as the world around him became alien and unrecognizable. “But I can't think of anything that deserves it more,” he cooed before lifting a foot once more and hovering it above the financial capitals of the world.
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