She-Wrecks [Macro] [Straight]

Based on: https://e621.net/posts/2648366

>You walked into the apartment.
>The heavy door creaked like always when you leaned into it, pushing it open with a shoulder.
>You stood at the entrance to the living room in a trance.
>The awkwardness of the action didn’t register.
>Your roommate sat on the couch, head hunched over and hugging her legs tight against her ample chest.
>She stared unmoving at her laptop on the coffee table.
>If she realized you came home, she didn’t acknowledge it.
>The off-white wolf wore a pink sweater two sizes too large for her.
>A birthday gift from an overweight aunt with no understanding of clothes sizes for petite women.
>At the party, you joked she’d grow into it.
>Little did they know…
>You thought you’d seen the last of that shirt this morning.
>As you left for work, she told you her plans to return it at the mall.
>You opened your mouth to ask what was wrong.
>She beat you to it.
>”Are you okay?”
>Only her blue eyes had moved to focus on you.
>She looked about to cry.
>She tried hiding it with a forced smile.
>You did the same.
>”You’re home early.” She noted.
>You wanted to respond. You opened your mouth to answer her but the words couldn’t leave your throat.
>You swallowed hard, choking down your emotions and nodded.
“I, uh…”
>You lifted up the plastic bag in your right hand and pointed at it.
“I got subs.”
>You hobbled to the couch.
>The fake smile on her muzzle disappeared as she forgot to hold it.
>Yours did too.
>Neither of you could hide something from the other.
>She groaned as she stretched her legs off the couch.
>Sounded like she hadn’t moved for some time.
>Stiff joints popped as she planted her paw pads on the ground and sat upright.
>Too upright.
>The pose was unnatural. She didn’t use the backrest of the couch.
>Like her smile, she didn’t hold the pose for long.
>You pulled your roommate’s sandwich out, handing it to her.
“Tried calling to see what you wanted, but, uh…”
 “Kept going to voicemail, so I got your usual.”
>”Yeah…” She muttered, grabbing the sandwich and fiddling with the wrapping.
>You pulled your sub out of the baggie, and let the plastic slowly fall to the floor.
>Your stomach gurgled, but you couldn’t find the strength to take a bite.
>It hurt too much.
>You set the unwrapped sandwich next to your friend’s superheroine outfit on the coffee table.
>The two of you sat in silence, neither of you ate.
>”You go first.”
>You needed a minute before you began.
>You brought your hands to your face and rubbed your eyes.
>Not the first time this happened, but that didn’t make it any easier.
”I lost my job.” You blurted.
>Dancing around the fact would only make things worse.
>She chuckled.
>But you could hear the bitter gloom in the laughter.
>She hugged your arm and leaned into you.
“I’d say we’ve got… three months in the bank.”
“Four, if we stretch it.”
>”We’ll be fine.”
>Her arm wrapped around your back, and she pulled you closer to kiss the side of your head.
>”We always are.”
>”What happened?”
>You exhaled loudly through your nose, taking your time to collect your thoughts.
“There was a fire…”
“While I was driving to work.”
“Big one, chemical plant.”
“Could see the smoke miles away.”
“It was on the car radio too, I…”
>The wolf nodded.
>And smiled.
>A genuine, small smile.
“I can’t ignore that.”
>She knew where this was going.
”Pulled into a parking garage and…
>”Suited up.” She finished, cracking a small, genuine smile.
>You nodded.
“Faster than driving.”
“Firefighters waved me down. Told me a few workers were trapped in there.”
>”You did the right thing.”
>You nodded again.
>Too bad your boss couldn’t hear that story.
>Late during your probationary period?
>Fired. No exceptions.
“Oh, got a ticket too.”
“I was in such a rush I never paid for that stupid parking spot.”
>You held each other close, lightly rocking back and forth.
>Despite being in front of you the whole time, you hadn’t registered what was on her laptop.
>It was the news.
>The preachy anchor was on one side of the screen.
>An upshot of a viscous-looking macro wolf was on the other.
>And a manipulative, nasty headline topped it off.
>You stretched a socked foot to close the lid of the computer, but the girl held up a hand to stop you.
“That, uh…”
“That’s worse than usual.”
>The wolf in your arms huffed and buried her face into your chest.
 “Tell me when you’re ready.”
>You looked at her superhero outfit haphazardly strewn over the table.
>Untold thousands of lives saved.
>Billions in property damage averted.
>Crisis after crisis stopped.
>And vilified for it.
>Real or otherwise.
>”I went to the mall, like I said this morning.”
>”The one on the east side.”
>”Was gonna return this…” She said, flapping the baggy sleeves of her sweater to and fro.”
>”But then I got the idea of looking for a smaller one. You know, getting a size that fits.”
>You nodded.
>”And when I was trying the new one in the changing room, well…”
>”The kaiju a-alert began blaring on my phone…”
>You remembered hearing the alarms earlier.
>The all-clear came a few minutes after.
>”So I started suiting up.”
>”And I got real worried, and, a-and I thought it said it was already in the city.
>She blubbered her words.
>You ran your fingers through her creamy-blonde hair, trying to comfort her.
>”I gre-he-hewwwww…!”
>”Right through the mall!”
>You cursed.
>When she grew, anything and everything around tended to break.
>Except her outfit.
>That thing was damn near indestructible.
>Sure enough, the news cut to an aerial shot of the mall.
>The corner of the mall was devastated.
>Rubble covered the street and rooftop of the building.
 “Was anyone…?”
>You were afraid to finish the question
>She shook her head, flinging tears onto your shirt.
>Thank God.

>If there’s one good thing about online shopping taking off, it was that.
>”But it could’ve happened!
>Poor girl must’ve been watching the news for any signs of casualties.
>Grainy security camera footage showed cracks forming in the sides of the department store before a pair of growing paws pushed the wall into the street.
>Your masked girlfriend’s head popped through the top of the mall, sending rubble in all directions.
>The girls’ ears, both in the video and next to you, pressed against her head in embarrassment.
>There wasn’t any audio, but you’re pretty sure she was apologizing as she slowly climbed out of the wreckage.
>”So, I was real careful, I looked around and made sure everyone was safe.
>You weren’t surprised that the news cut that bit away.
>Wouldn’t fit their narrative.
>She brought a hand to her face in embarrassment.
>”God, I apologized so many times when I was climbing out of the rubble.
>You knew her too well.
“Then what?”
>”And I looked around and, you know, I can’t see past the tall buildings in the finance district, but I heard roaring at the harbor, so…”
“Uh…”
“Franklin or East Spring?” You asked.
>”I sprinted down Franklin.”
>”Less traffic. Fewer light poles.”
>”It’ll be a few weeks before they pave all those paw prints.”
“It happens.” You reminded her. “It’s inevitable.”
>”Ugh…”
>”Living up to the ‘She-Wrecks’ name, I guess.”
>The media’s newest nickname for her.
>You scratched the base of her ear.
>“So, yeah, big kraken monster in the harbor.”
>”We do our thing, sent it packing, but…”
>She waved a hand towards her laptop.
>”Why do they expect everything to be so perfect!?”
>Helicopter footage showed the fight.
>It was brutal.
>She and the beast traded blows that could break skyscrapers.
>And you noted she kept taking blows whenever she repositioned herself to stay between the creature and the city.
>The aftermath of capsized boats and broken piers and interviews with tossed sailors was showcased next.
>Speculation on what she prevented and saved took a backseat to images of destruction.
>”Like, I can’t not kick up tidal waves when I’m wrestling a something that big.”
>She collapsed against the couch’s backrest.
>”So, yeah, put a bunch of mall workers out of jobs on top of almost squashing them.”
>”Ruined an avenue.”
>”Smashed the harbor.”
>Her hunger got the best of her.
>She fiddled with the parchment around her sandwich and sighed.
>”And my phone got obliterated when I outgrew the mall.”
>God, you hoped insurance would cover that.
>Given your finances, she might have to use a burner phone for the foreseeable future.
>After a tentative sniff, she took a small bite of the sub.
>She grimaced while chewing, and swallowed the food with difficulty.
>”Blegh.”
>”They messed it up, too…”
>You unwrapped yours to find most of the contents spilled out.
“Perfect end to a perfect day.” You bemoaned.
>”Here’s to the good guys.” Your girlfriend said, poking her sandwich against yours.