It Came From Hollywood [Macro, Straight, Pokémon]

>A backhand from the gigantic Tyranitar knocked the beast’s maw aside in the nick of time.
>Charzilla’s atomic breath scorched a swathe of apartment complexes to ashes.
>Titan Tyranitar didn’t stop the assault, and bodily threw itself into the other kaiju with a deafening roar.
>The duo wrestled atop the city.
>Buildings didn’t collapse, they were utterly pulverized beneath the weight of the dueling goliaths.
>Skyscrapers were like cardboard boxes strewn about a wrestling ring.
>In less than a minute, tails, feet, and errant claws demolished the entirety of a dozen city blocks.
>A heavy tail swipe was countered by Charzilla, digging claws that could slice concrete like paper into the rock-type’s tail.
>A roar of triumph and a roar of pain both echoed through the city, shattering glass for miles around.
>The Charizard unfurled its wings, each hundreds of feet long, and launched itself into the sky with his passenger in tow.
>It was like nothing you’d seen before.
>”Cut. Cut!”
>”Great scene, you guys!”
>”Literally perfect.”
>The director turned around in the chair, looking at you and your Pokémon.
>”That goes double for you, Zoroark.”
>The dark-type let the illusion for a moment longer before dropping it.
>The destroyed cityscape at the feet of the Charizard and Tyranitar on set dissolved before your eyes.
>Left in its place were the few physical props and set pieces the Pokémon actors actually needed to interact with.
“Sure you got all the shots you need?”
>”Absolutely!”
>”I can’t believe how much money she’s saving us!”
>The fox-like Pokémon shook her head, twirling her vibrant crimson mane left and right and ran her sharp claws through it like a comb.
>”Better than anything the techies could’ve done with a green screen.”
>”I’d betcha hundred bucks she didn’t miss a thing.”
“Damn.”
>You looked at your friend.
”That good?”
>Zoroark bounced up, standing to her full six foot height.
>Unusually tall for a Zoroark and wholly unmatched in creating illusions.
>And your lover.
>She gave you a fang-filled smirk and nuzzled your cheek with hers.
>How did you get so lucky?
>”Under budget and ahead of schedule!” The director exclaimed. ”Damned if I can remember the last time this happened.”
>”You two head on out. We’ve got more than enough footage today.”
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>Only once out of earshot and alone in the halls of the studio did your friend speak.
>”Easy peasy.”
>Haughty as her tone was, she wasn’t wrong.
“I don’t think an entire pack of other Zoroark could pull that level of detail off.”
>You turned to your right to look at her, about to continue your sentence, and you halted in your tracks.
>The voice you heard was definitely coming from your side.
>You spun around, searching the immediate area for where your friend really was.
>Only when you came full circle did you see the redhead at the far end of the hallway, leaning against the studio’s exit.
>As usual, a sly grin adorned her face.
>Quiet as a Skitty.
>Deceiving people was second nature to her.
>Proving your point, as you walked closer you realized that she was bigger.
>The already tall woman now stood at seven feet. The gray tips of her ears high enough to graze the doorframe.
>The dark-type chucked as she idly played with her breasts.
>”Something wrong, Anon?”
“Yeah,” you said, patting her side as you walked past, “someone might see that.”
>”Oh?”
>Red claws scraped against the ground as the trickster walked alongside you, entertaining herself for all of ten seconds before growing bored.
>” Why would you be worried about that?”
>”Not worried, just…”
>You’d long gotten used to her teasing in public.
>But the risk of people finding out you fucked your Pokémon was always at the back of your mind.
>Consensual or no, there was stigma against such things.
>”Wouldn’t it be nice if I was big?” She blurted.
>You continued walking to your car, fishing for your keys in your pocket.
>You chuckled, moving aside your wallet to finally snag your prize.
“All the more to love.” You answered.
>Just as you took the key ring out an incredible earthquake rocked the city.
>Cars bounced, pedestrians collapsed and cried out, and leaves audibly shook on their branches.
>Your keys dropped to the ground and you lost your balance trying to grab them because of another tremor.
>You panicked, looking around for your partner.
>The city was near a fault line; the fear was always in the back of your head.
>A shadow overtook the parking lot, blocking the morning sun.
>Your eyes didn’t need to adjust to the change in brightness to see the cause.
>You reeled in fright, unable to put a height on the foxy Pokémon now before you.
>Zoroark was perched atop the studio like a hawk, staring down at you.
>Cracking support beams and crumbling concrete stole her attention from you, and she looked down as the entire studio collapsed beneath her incredible tonnage.
>Dust filled the air; a lungful of the powdered grit sent you into a coughing fit and your watery eyes instinctively shut themselves.
>As you waved the air clear, you could barely squint up at the giant girl.
>Her usual smirk was gone.
>A sadistic, evil grin took its place.
>The girl readjusted her weight and gracefully leapt into the air.
>Her landing was just as graceful.
>But destructive.
>Her sharp talons tore gashes in the street.
>Power lines ripped at her ankles, street lights exploded in sparks, and cars crumpled like paper beneath her.
>The screams were instantaneous; you could hardly hear the cries of people and Pokémon above the chaos the dark-type caused.
>The little people and Pokémon at her feet were the first unlucky littles to catch her interest.
>Whether they wanted to catch her or defend themselves was irrelevant to the giantess.
>Pokémon attacking her were swatted away as easily as a child swats away gnats.
>Their trainers shared their fate, thoughtlessly batted and flung into the air alongside whatever else happened to catch her shifting interest.
>Few beings managed to make it indoors to relative safety.
>Whoever wasn’t thrown like a child’s toy was pulped by her heavy tread, leaving craters in the asphalt.
>A blaring horn to her left caught her attention.
>She didn’t bother stepping over the buildings in her path; she made a show of bulldozing them with her thighs.
>If the crumbling apartments slowed her progress at all, you couldn’t tell
>She growled as she emerged on the other side of the block, towering over her prey.
>Her victim had been trying to escape, but the remains of the buildings she walked into fell into the roads, blocking all hope of safety.
>She plucked a bus filled with shrieking passengers from the avenue below.
>After examining it for a moment she noticed a large gas station at the nearby intersection.
>Without far more force than necessary, she wound up like a baseball pitcher and rocketed the makeshift baseball into the pumps, causing an explosion that plumed the sky.
>You stood in the parking lot, unphased.
“Eh.” You remarked, walking for your car.
”You’re too nice.” You continued, entering the vehicle. “Impish, but you’ve got a good heart.”
“We both know you wouldn’t act like that.”
>The titan swiveled her head towards you, and you stared back at her.
>In her mouth was a saliva covered food truck dented and torn with bite marks.
>Zoroark swallowed her snack.
>She went from merciless to mischievous in a heartbeat.
>The dust cleared up.
>Screams in the streets turned to cheers.
>The fox leaned against a nearby skyscraper, one of the few things taller than her for miles around, and began massaging her nipples.
>A deep coo reverberated through your vehicle, shaking it.
>Claws from her right hand traced lines through her fur down between her legs.
>The teal bangle in her hair bounced back and forth against the building behind her as she rocked her head.
>Going knuckle-deep with a finger made her knees buckle.
“Yeah, that’s more you.” You said to no one in particular.
>It was tempting to pull your pants down and join her, but you had enough sense to keep your composure.
>Someone might see.
>The monstrous Pokémon sauntered to a building with a water tower atop it.
>One you weren’t aware existed just a moment ago, but you couldn’t be sure.
>Exploiting details people naturally missed was how she was so effective.
>Using other buildings for support, Zoroark spread her paws apart and lowered her feminine lips to its target.
>Her soft, content sighs were loud enough to be heard for blocks.
>With exaggerated slowness, the Pokémon carefully brought her butt against the rooftop beneath her.
>Her cushiony rear spread out across the sun-warmed stone beneath her, adding to the pleasantness of being so intimately filled.
>Masonry crumbled as her hands gripped the buildings’ edges tighter, but they held.
>Wetness dripped from her womanhood as she raised herself up.
>Windows shattered as she let herself fall back down with a satisfying thump.
>Unbothered by the tingling glass, she increased her pace.
>Her facial expression contorted between pleasure and unbridled ecstasy.
>Her toy wouldn’t last long and she decided to make the most of it.
>Heavy pants and a lolling tongue made her look even more animalistic.
>Between the sounds of heavy flesh slapping the concrete rooftop, her animal grunts got louder and louder.
>After a piercing howl she began speaking in barely coherent English between thrusts.
>”Ooohhhh... Almost…”
>”Almost as big as m-my trainer!”
>She continued slamming her hips down on the building below, bringing a hand in to hold up a crumbling wall as the floors began to pancake.
>The supports holding up the water tower warped and sagged with each downward crash of her thighs.
>The Pokémon couldn’t take it anymore.
>Her moan was a roar to those around her.
>Sexual fluids mixed with the water of the crumpled, crushed tower wedged between her folds.
>The one building she still used for support collapsed, and her weakened knees couldn’t handle the weight.
>None of the manmade structures around her could handle the rough play and she careened forward.
>The water tower’s struts snapped away and everything beneath her was powdered by her mass.
>Dust, grime, and all manner of fluids stained her fur.
“Very impressive.” You congratulated her.
>A certain part of your groin especially thought so.
>But she wasn’t done yet.
>”M-My trainer is Anon!” She shouted to the city.
>”I love Anon! We fuck all day!”
>”He lives at-“
“Alright, that’s enough!” You shouted.
“Way to kill the mood.” You scolded.
>You batted at the feeling at your shoulder.
>Sure enough, you hit something solid.
>Her touch somehow made these sensory-intense illusions all the more extreme.
>The visions faded.
>The skyline returned to normal.
>The dusty smell of the air was replaced by the stuffy interior of your car.
>And your auditory hallucinations were replaced with the uncontrollable snickering of the Zoroark in your passenger seat.
 “Shoulda known this gig would spur your creativity.”
>You turned on the car and began to drive out of the parking lot.
“Good job.” You complimented. “Great attention to detail on that one.”
“You tired?”
>She shook her head back and forth, swinging her feet up on the dashboard and leaning her seat back.
>As you pulled up to the intersection you noticed a hand slinking forward across the glove compartment.
>Just inching forward.
>Slow and steady.
>You slapped it away.
“Not while driving.”
>More snickers came from your friend.
“Save it for the bedroom.”
>”Oh, just you wait, Anon.”
>”Just you wait.”