Cataclysmic [Macro] [Straight]

Based on a prompt someone wrote on 4chan:
>It's weird how used to it you are.
>She ends worlds.
>Like, it's her literal job.
>Or design, or destiny or something. She used language that was immensely difficult to comprehend.
>She's completely normal, if eight feet tall and married to you can be considered normal.
>But you discovered, upon marrying her, that she has ended civilization after civilization beneath her paws.
>She just... goes somewhere. Every morning. It's as natural as you stretching when you wake up.
>And she becomes a hell of a lot bigger than eight feet tall, wherever she goes.
>Really humbled you about mankind's place in the universe.
>Also explains the "stepping on you" thing which attracted you both in the first place.

And based on this character, Kara:
www.furaffinity.net/view/42874073/
www.furaffinity.net/view/51999169/
www.furaffinity.net/view/55623469/


>”Little human, little human…”
>The butterflies in your stomach flared up.
>What a pair of lungs she had; you heard her all the way from the kitchen.
>She knocked between each word.
>Each knock sounded like a normal person punching the door.
>”Let me come in!” She sang.
>About time, too.
>After wiping your hands clean, you hurried to the door.
>You took a moment to stare through the peephole.
>Surely your girlfriend wouldn’t care if you made her wait a moment.
>The fisheye glass ballooned the wolf’s prodigious chest to a gargantuan size.
>She stood with confidence you’ve rarely seen in a woman.
>Must be the wolf part of her.
>Her hands pressed against her hips like a superhero from an old comic book.
>You couldn’t see much higher than her chest. Her head was above the doorframe.
>She was probably smiling. She sounded like she was smiling.
>Her wagging tail was a dead giveaway too.
“Not by the hair on my chinny-chin chin!” You called back, playing her game.
>”Then I’ll huff!” She answered, not missing a beat.
>And she knocked the door.
>”And I’ll puff!” She added, raising her voice.
>And she hit the door harder.
>It shook the frame so much, you wondered if she had the strength to actually tear the door off its hinges.
>The deadbolt clacked as you unlocked it.
>”And I’ll blow this house down!”
>You had only pulled the door open a crack.
>A mass of giggling gray fur rushed you within a second, scooping you up off the ground.
>Her bulk forced the door completely open, slamming it hard against the doorstopper.
>After bending down past the doorframe, she could just barely stand at full height in the entryway.
>She pulled you up as she stood up.
>”Dangerous, letting the big bad wolf in!” She declared, squeezing you tight in an inescapable grip.
>You playfully struggled as she pulled your chest against hers.
>Her muscles were like iron.
>Even if you did truly fight back, you weren’t escaping unless she let you.
>You hugged back as best you could, given her arms had mostly pinned yours.
“Luff you doo…” You squeaked.
>After taking a deep whiff of your scent, the giant wolf set you down.
>Deliberate and careful, like fine China.
“What took you so long, big girl?”
>Getting your breath back, you grabbed her oversized hand to pull her further into the house.
>The black, leathery pads on her fingertips contrasted with her thick, course fur on the rest of her digits.
>And her claws, though filed down, still felt powerful.
“You said almost two hours ago.”
>”Sorry, Anon.”
>She rolled her mountainous shoulders.
>Everything in the house shook with each pawstep.
>”Work called.”

***

>She sat like a queen on the bed.
>Eyes closed.
>Relaxed.
>Hands folded behind her head.
>Muscular legs spread wide.
>She grumbled deeply and smiled as you worked her paw.
>She wriggled her huge toes as you kneaded the black pawpads and massaged the spaces between her toes.
>Even with both hands, her foot was too wide.
>And given her strength, you couldn't even control her flexing toes.
>She playfully tightened them around your fingers, and pulled your hands around with little effort.
>"It's time, Honey."
>Without a moment to register, everything changed.
>"Don't move."
>Like a dream.
>One moment awake, and in a blink you were elsewhere.
>Atop a mountain.
>Gazing upon your wife miles away.
>And miles tall.
>Her steps ruptured the earth, and it cried magma and steam.
>She circled your perch.
>Entire towns vanished beneath toes.
>And no city was wide enough to remain after a paw came down.
>Her serenity and grace betrayed the catastrophe below.
>You hugged the lone tree near you.
>Even at this distance, the wind produced by her movement was enough to topple lesser buildings.
>With the gusts came her scent.
>A familiar aphrodisiac to you, and a portent of doom for the world below.
>Your knees buckled, wishing you could have finished your wife's massage.
>Her very scent made you want to serve.
>"Won't be more than an hour." She boomed.
>Or whispered?
>The fugue state her power placed you in made you hear it both ways.
>She stomped away, leveling an entire mountain range that only came to her shins.
>As always, the moment she left your vision you jolted awake.
>Awake from a sleepless sleep.
>You better start on breakfast.
>Work always makes her hungry.

***

>She shrugged.
>”What’d you expect?” She asked in return.
>”Smiling, and humming a pleasant tune, she stirred the pot roast one last time.
>What were you hoping for?
>It struck you how callous it was.
>You’d thought she’d feel…
>Bad?
>Was that what you hoped for?
>For you wife to be miserable?
>”It was a lovely planet.”
>What a prick you were.
>She scooped a hefty serving on her extra-large plate.
>It was a serving platter.
>Regular-sized for her, really.
>”Warm water.”
>Steam rose from the hot vegetables and roast plated for you.
>She sat across from you, but not before she set your dinner in front of you.
>”Wish you got to see it.
>”You’d have loved it.” She slurred, after shoving a gravy-covered red potato in her maw.
“Sorry, sorry…” You blurted, ashamed the thought had even crossed your mind.
>The nagging thoughts wouldn’t leave.
>She smiled back.
>And did that thing with her eyes.
>She knew.
>Your unquestionable love mixed with a tinge of fear.
“I’m sure it was beautiful.”
>She relished your fear flare-ups.
>You didn’t ask her why.
>She defied logic.
>A cosmic beast marking her territory on an incomprehensible scale.
>A mother ensuring her children had enough land to call their own.
>A protector ensuring none could defile her domain.
>A gladiator searching for a challenge.
>A spirit guardian restoring the balance of nature.
>A titan molding the lands for deific projects.
>A living judgement, and an angel punishing the world for sins untold.
>A living nightmare, and a demon reaping souls to fuel her eternal conquest.
>All reasons shared.
>All conversations had.
>Honest in all but the why.
>You kept nothing from her, in turn.
>Perhaps someday you may learn.
>You had no choice but to let her have this privacy.
>You ate in silence.
>Her paws rubbed your legs up and down, hoping for action beneath the table.
>You didn’t reciprocate, to her surprise.
>”Food okay, Hun?” She asked, hoping to end your stupor.
>You set your fork down and looked into her eyes.
“Would you…”
>It was hard to believe you were trying to be tactful about the subject.
“Will you end all this?”
>You waved your arms around for emphasis.
>At the home you built together.
>At the lives you had.
>And your friends, and family, and community, and world.
>Chewing a massive hunk of flavorful meat gave her time to consider her answer.
>Or maybe she already had one.
>Had she thought about this before?
>She swallowed loudly. Louder than she had to.
>Standing up to get seconds, she loomed over you.
>She wrapped your smaller hand in hers, giving you a comforting, firm squeeze.
>”If I have to.”

***

>A cold draft slithered beneath the covers, waking you.
>Shuddering, you grasped at the blanket.
>It moved too easily.
>Opening your eyes confirmed your suspicions.
>The giant space-heater that was your wife was gone.
>Raptured away to bring about Armageddon.
>Sitting up, you saw the outline where the wolf-woman was an hour ago.
>The memory foam hadn’t quite reset. It always took time, given her mass.
>Her pillow, wet with drool, showed she spooned you through the night.
>No wonder you grew chilly.
>You called out her name, already knowing you wouldn’t get a response.
>Hopefully it wouldn’t be long.
>She always told you when it would be a long day.
>The wooden floor was so cold against your bare feet it made you grimace.
>You reached below the bed for slippers.
>Perhaps due to their sheer size, you fished out your wife’s first.
>The difference in size never ceased to amaze you.
>Her big paws comfortably filled these. Your foot filled it halfway.
>Baring the cold for a moment, you found and slipped the proper pair on.
>Halfway down the hall, you stopped.
>There it was.
>That numbness at the side of your brain.
>Like an itch you couldn’t scratch.
>In an instant, you heard sloshing water, and crashing waves, and heavy rain, and a thunderclap.
>Or a big step.
>You opened your eyes, not remembering closing them.
>Droplets pattered into the floor behind you.
>Heavy breathing came from above you.
>And a big pair of lips kissed the top of your head.
>Muscular arms that looked capable of bending steel came down and pulled you against her sopping wet, and cold, body.
>You shivered.
>”Oh… Sorry, Honey.” She said, kissing you again. “Warm…”
>”Lots of ocean.”
>You could feel it.
>The backside of your pajamas soaked the water from her damp fur.
>It felt like you had a bad case of night sweats.
>Her lower half especially was soaked.
>Her paws tracked mud and water as she stepped around you to head to the bathroom.
>Each step she took made a squelch.
>Good thing you didn’t have carpet here.
>”Wash me?” She turned and asked.
>The wolf smiled, showing teeth.
>”We can clean after.” She added, seeing your focus was grabbed by the big, wet pawprint outline simply beginning in the middle of the hallway.
>How big was she this time?
>You hoped there were no boats, ships, or… Well, anything tiny below.
>Stepping carefully around the puddles, you joined your wife in the hot shower.

***

>Such a lovely image.
>Relaxing on the beach.
>Her leg lazily draped over the other.
>Laughing as she slathered sunscreen over you smaller body.
>Teasing you to smear some on her few fleshy areas.
>A hypnic jerk in reverse.
>You jolted.
>From this distance, you could barely make out the sirens.
>The dull cries of panicked civilization.
>The distant lights of a dying metropolis.
>Buildings like grains of sand dotted the landscape.
>And above it all, she lay.
>The same, sensual pose from a moment before.
>Like an image burned in your retinas.
>Everything around her was insignificant.
>From the stratosphere, her shimmering eyes focused down upon you.
>You blinked, wondering if it would all return to normal.
>”Pretty…” You slurred, stupidly honest in your dream-state.
>Your fried, dream brain believed it would make her the right size again.
>She smiled when you repeated yourself, hearing you clear as day.
>”You look adorable like that.”
>Where were you lying?
>She wiggled her titanic toes.
>The ones in the air waved hi.
>Those on the ground sent out devastating shockwaves.
>Her smile waned.
>She huffed, shaking the world.
>A plane overhead, caught in the turbulence, had its wings torn off and tumbled away.
>”The things I was gonna do to you…”
>Her smile came back.
>”Will do to you.” She emphasized.
>Her index claw dug into the ground between the city and you.
>Etching a trench hundreds of feet deep, curving around and making…
>A heart.
>Water from the harbor spilled into the ditch, slowly turning the brown-gray morass into a moat.
>A palm the size of a county supported her weight as she stood to her full height.
>You dumbly stared up, unable to see much past her waist
>She stepped forward, swinging her black pawpads above your head.
>She stepped over you, missing you by miles.
>A humid breeze washed over the beach.
>The subtle odor of wolf roused you, but you saw her large, empty beach towel next to yours.
>Grains of sand irritated your mouth.
>You leaned aside to spit, hack, and clean your tongue.
>You noticed a big heart in the sand between your towels.
>And one of her large paw prints beside your head.

***

>One final warning, you gave him.
>Calm yet firm, as any parent ought to be.
>Your patience wore thin.
>How dare he try to intimidate you.
>Pulling you here like you hadn’t experienced this a thousand times over.
>Any semblance of his logic and reason was gone now.
>A raging teenager the size of a house remained.
>A product of man and wolf, doped on hormones and the vaguest taste of power.
>Kicking cars, smashing trees, and flecking spittle over your unrelenting gaze.
>Now he was losing cell phone privileges too.
>You kept your arms crossed, standing atop the damaged convenience store.
>You flexed the nerve.
>Twitching and writhing the invisible muscle in the side of your head.
>Speaking in a language only a married couple understood.
>The atmosphere exploded when you blinked.
>And when you opened them, a hand the size of a superstore pinned your son to the ground.
>The flash of fury on your wife’s face was the angriest you’ve ever seen.
>It dissipated quickly, but she remained stern and disappointed.
>”How dare you talk to your father like that!” She boomed, drowning out the panicking neighborhood.
>”Apologize.” She growled, making him face you.
>She pointed at you with her free hand, as if he somehow forgot where you were.
>Through the prison of fingers he batted at, he did see you.
>And obeyed.
>Your son, wide-eyed and bleating ‘sorry’ repeatedly, found himself hoisted a mile in the air.
>Only then did he recognize his captor.
>”M-Mom!?” Your son cried out, twisting and turning to try to get a better view in her iron grip.
>Shaking your head, you called out how he lost cell phone and computer privileges.
>”Pick up the twins from volleyball at 4:30.” The wolf titaness reminded you.
>”W-What’s goin- ACK!”
>A firm squeeze reminded your son the rudeness of interrupting.
>”And pull the lasagna out at five. Don’t forget, Sweetie.”
>She brushed you with an enormous, ebony claw.
>Her dexterity was beyond impressive, given her size.
>Her way of kissing you, given the circumstances.
>Four thunderous footsteps later, you shuddered in your son’s room.
>It was a degree cooler here than the rest of the house.
>After confiscating his phone and computer monitor, you went to find your wallet and car keys.
>Shaking your head, you remembered how easy it was for the elder twins.
>That world was probably getting leveled because of your son's foolishness.
>Ah well.
>Next time will be better.
>Three out of five down.
>Two more kids to go.