Spitfire's Smashing Good Time
The city was busy, noisy, and otherwise bustling. Which was to say, it was a normal city, on any given day of the year. Cars honked out their loud shouts, people yelled at once another across vast streets. Some made their way through their lives, never giving their fellow man a second glance. Others found their worlds cut short, as another person left them bleeding in an alley, after stealing a few dollars from them.
All these people, as the sun rose over the horizon and climbed towards the center of the sky, were separate and alone. Their worlds no larger than themselves, and no different on this day than any other. Yet, as they hustled along, an event came to unite them all in horror, though they would not have known it at first. After all, to the ones in the city, the event started off as nothing more than an oddity on the radio.
Some suburb somewhere on the outskirts had seen a flash of light from some home, and things had gotten quiet for a moment, as everyone watched a seemingly normal house vanish into nothingness, leaving behind an empty lot, exposed pipes, and a great number of questions. The people living around it asked most of these as they began to poke around the hole that had once been a home.
It was these people that found the first moments of terror grip their hearts, as something rose from out of the hole. A massive hand, attached to an arm longer than a man was tall, and with fingers that bent steel pipes as they hauled up a body that stood over a dozen feet tall, and looked ready to pounce on anyone that caught her eye, while she looked around at everything about her in a judging fashion.
It was a her, too, despite the odd body. She had a pair of breasts that looked like they would be able to crush a man between them, firm and soft as they were. Of course, the rest of her was decidedly more strange, as her skin was covered with bright yellow fur, with a mane of hair that hung down her back looking like a trail of fire as she moved, and her face was decidedly equine in origin.
Spitfire, the equine woman in question, blunk her eyes against the sun shining down overhead, trying to figure out from the taste of the winds where she was, but finding little in the way of answers as she began to walk slowly forward, finding streets beneath her paved like nothing she’d ever felt before, and trying her best to ignore her lack of clothing, as her uniform had gone missing at some point.
It was her steps that caused the first problems, as her bare feet slapped down onto the asphalt, the echoing sound of it the only one to be heard as she took tentative steps forward, flexing her wings to feel the sky overhead, as she considered taking to it. Her strides forward became less sure as she heard a sound like a roaring timberwolf, and looked down the street to find a metal box on wheels coming towards her.
The driver, distracted by his phone, didn’t even notice the giantess in his way, instead careening down the suburban street at a frankly unsafe speed. His distraction came to a halt, however, when his car smashed into something, hard, and he went forward, slamming his head into the airbags as they deployed, and making him swear as he groggily took stock of himself and the world around him.
As he stumbled out of his car, shakily standing on his feet, he thought at first he’d hit some kind of telephone pole, but the thing moved, as Spitfire pulled her foot up, and hopped on one leg for a minute, swearing loudly in a language the man didn’t understand. The impact of her weight on the street made an impression, however, both in the man, who fell backwards, and in the street itself, which cracked and shook with each fall.
Angrily, Spitfire kept swearing, and smashed down on the vehicle below her, stomping it with her foot in revenge, and feeling the heat of her anger fill her with blinding rage for a moment, before she noticed the prone form on the ground beside it. Looking down at the man, who was sitting there staring up at her, she couldn’t control her urge, and brought her fist down on him with a crackle and splattering sound, a red stain on her hand spreading out as she held it there, taking in deep, furious breathes.
It was then that she noticed the first sign that something was weird with her. She felt...really good at what she’d just done. The warmth of her anger instead flipped around into the warmth of a fun night with a stallion, and she could feel her body quiver a little as it translated through her, sending a shiver up her spine. All at once, she felt that warmth turn to fire, and then she grew, the world visibly shrinking around her.
Below her, the people looked up in abject horror, both at what had been done, and what was happening, as the pony woman grew from a few dozen feet, to fifty in the span of an eyeblink. All at once, the street below her began to crack and crumble under her weight, the sewer beneath her giving to her, and exposing the air to the scent of refuse that drove the people to begin running, as much as what they’d seen.
Spitfire, for her part, came down from the high of her growth with a smile on her face that she would have slapped off any other Wonderbolt, had she seen them wearing it. She couldn’t stop grinning though, as she looked down, and with a swing of her arm, brought her fist down on another one of the metal boxes, feeling it give under her thick, powerful fingers, and curl up around the impact, becoming so much debris.
She waited for a moment, expecting the rush of warmth through her body, but, when it did not come, she slowly began to realize what was going on, and what she’d just done. Rising to her feet, smelling that putrid air, she tried to walk away, but her feet came down on something that gave beneath her mass, cracking and crunching, causing her to look down in horror at the mangled remains of another of the things that lived here.
Then the warmth returned, and she couldn’t feel any of that horror anymore. Instead, pure pleasure shot around her form, electricity that made her shudder as she smelled the scent of musk, overpowering, in the air. Moaning, she laid back, and then let the rush of power take hold. Her form grew again, going from fifty, to seventy feet in a moment, and leaving her gasping for breath, while somehow, also feeling unfulfilled.
She’d wanted the rush to be longer, bigger, but that had been less than the first, only able to fulfill her a little bit. Rising from her laying position, smashing in a house, she spotted a couple, somehow oblivious to her, making out in a pool, as she grinned in a way she might have found disturbing, but now it made her chuckle as she walked over to the pool they were swimming in.
The couple, shielded by the water, had felt nothing of the giantess as they’d swum against each other, grinding their bodies hard, and heedless of anything wrong, or even of their neighbors spying on their nude forms. Even they, however, realized something was wrong, when the sky overhead went dark, and they turned upwards to find the visage of the equine woman filling the skies, before she turned around.
Spitfire, for her part, moaned in pleasure, as she pulled apart her cheeks with her hand, and suddenly a stream of bright yellow liquid came roaring out from within her. The stuff smelled worse than the sewage, the strong odors of it enough to make the mouth and nose burn from just breathing in the air about it. However, that was the least of the couple’s problems, as the stream roared down and slammed into them hard.
They were hit with the force of a sledgehammer, neither able to even cry out from the impact, as the pool’s surface was ripped by the tide. Instead, they were forced down beneath the water, and the woman’s body was torn apart by the force, her arms and legs breaking, while her neck snapped. This was merciful compared to the man’s fate, however, as the pool began to fill with the horse woman’s piss, forcing him to swallow mouthful of it, as the stream continued without fail, finally forcing the air from his lungs in a bubble, as everything went dark around him, and he knew nothing more.
Above, Spitfire could feel the warmth come again, and something about it was even hotter than before. So powerful this time, that she actually fell to one side, smashing a house as she did so, and increasing the heat as another body joined the other as just a stain on her side. She then let out an evil cackling laugh that could be heard a mile around, as her body grew once more, expanding and smashing the homes around her.
As she rose this time, Spitfire found herself over two hundred feet in height, with the city now only a few steps away from where she stood, as she got onto her shuddering legs. Her ripples of pleasure were fading, and something screamed at her to go get more, so she looked around, and spotted one of the wheel boxes, trying to move away from her, making her smile as she stomped a foot into the ground.
The rumble this time, could be felt far and wide, as the street held up less than a second in the face of the giantess’ overwhelming power. The asphalt gave, cracked, and a slab of it suddenly spun, the car finding itself catapulted upwards. Of course, Spitfire had intended on catching the car in her hand, to crush it like a can, but as it sailed, she misjudged its trajectory, and with a gasp, it fell right into her open mouth.
The screeching of wheels could be heard below, as those within the vehicle desperately tried to move out of the maw of the massive thing they were in. However, Spitfire was enjoying the sensation of the tires on her tongue so much that she chomped down on the thing inside her mouth, and just held it there, crushing the thing against the roof of her muzzle for a long moment, giggling as it tickled her, and then letting it go, so it went right into her throat as she release it.
The next sound to echo was a glurk, as a bulge formed in Spitfire’s neck, and the shape of the car could briefly be seen in her throat, before she swallowed again, and it vanished into her chest, making her loll out her tongue joy, even as small fumes of exhaust came out of her nostrils. Standing there, she patted at her belly, and then gave out a belch tinged with the taste of meat and gas, as her body shuddered again.
This time she rose higher still, her growth somehow adapting to her level of arousal, and making her stand almost five hundred feet high. Deep within, she felt the movement within her belly of tiny forms, with tiny hands pounding against the walls, but as they became smaller to her, their tickling feeling vanished, and she just let it fade away, as her stomach gurgled and churned around the snack.
She was tall enough now that everyone in the city could see her, and as she took a step, the whole thing shook beneath her weight. Skyscrapers swayed gently, and smaller buildings actually began to collapse, unable to withstand merely her stepping so close to them. This alone was enough to warm her up, and so she grew again, and then again, as she walked towards the city, going twenty feet higher with each step, so that she was a thousand feet tall by the time she was even with the first skyscraper.
Inside the windows, clear but shiny, she could see tiny forms moving around, scrambling to get away from her, but she paid them little mind, as she considered what she could do with the structure before her. It was smooth, large, and tall as she was. Not much of it would fit around her body, and she just hrumphed at it for a moment, admiring her reflection, before leaning forward.
Her tongue came out of her muzzle, and she licked at the window that was at the height of her head, as she tasted the glass and steel of the building, but she wasn’t interested in that. No, her plan became obvious as her hands went to the side of her body, and she pulled her breasts apart, placing them to either side of the skyscraper for a moment, before she smushed them together with enough force to smash the thing.
The foundation and structure groaned and creeked beneath the mass she was applying to them. They were designed to withstand what nature could throw at them, but this unnatural thing made them cry out as much as the people within, some of which were reduced to just stains of red as the steel finally gave, and she felt the warmth begin to spread. She didn’t let the shudder distract her, however, as she easily switched grips, and with a twirl of practiced routine, she held the building over her head.
Like a kid with a candy jar, she shook the thing, and while many tasteless things came spilling out of the structure onto her waiting tongue, several small forms joined them, landing with squishes and squelches. Their screams weren’t something she could hear as more than just the chirping of insect, but they still made her chuckle as she pulled the building away, and then drew the long, slimy member back inside her body, chewing her treat, and letting the warm liquids mix in her maw as she looked around.
Now she grew again, this time so large that the city was starting to stand beneath her, making her less than thrilled with it. It should have been able to be her equal at least a bit longer, but she sighed in ecstasy anyway, as another shudder took her upwards, standing now more than two thousand feet high, and spotting another toy that might be fun to play with as she walked towards it.
As a sportsmare, of sorts, she recognized a stadium when she saw one, and chuckled to herself as she walked over to it, but was disappointed as she continued to grow with each step, even faster now than before as the shudders of her feet now collapsed buildings everywhere about the city, and many died beneath her tread, barely felt at all on the soles of her feet as she came up to it.
By the time she stood up to it, the thing was so small, it might as well have been a cookie, for all the fun she could have with it, and she contemptuously threw her mane back, tempted to rip the thing, with its throngs of screaming crowds she could see, if not hear, but her stomach didn’t feel like it needed anything else, and with her tank still empty from the pool, she decided to just end it quick.
Raising her foot up, she measured the stadium against it, and then slowly lowered her heel down, enjoying the sights below, as her sharp eyes picked out panicked faces amidst the legion of terrified people, before they were covered up. Then she placed a little bit of weight on the foot, just enough to hold it against the stadium top, and fill the space below with her musty, sweaty sole.
Then, like her training told her, she increased the weight, increment, by increment, the walls of the place slowly starting to crack as more and more of her mass was applied to it. The screams must have been even louder, as they actually tickled the sole of her foot briefly, before she brought the house down, literally, and the stadium was reduced to just another foot shaped crater on the ground.
This time, the shudder was more powerful than ever, and she was forced to fall to her front as it went through her, shaking her body with it’s feeling. She moaned in pleasure, and with a glance, she spotted a building that was just the right size, and tore it free almost without thinking. Then she shoved it into her womanhood, feeling the stone and metal crush between her thighs even as the tiny forms began to tickle at the walls of her inner flesh.
She might have wished that this would last forever, but the feeling of warmth passed through her, and with one last cry, her voice shattered windows all over the city, and deafened or even killed those closest to her, as she came in a river of goop. The thick fluid poured out from within her, and with a river of it coming, she was able to literally wash away much of the city that remained, drowning the people that had survived in her juices as she lay there, breathing deeply, and trying to recover.
After she had gotten her breath back, she stood up, and then began to brush herself off, standing a mile or more tall now, and with her weight sending cracks through the crust of the planet, small lines of orange visibly spreading from where she stood, making her smile as she let her weight settle, before it all vanished, her form disappearing in a flash of light, as if it had never been there.
Far, far below, a house returned, one that had gone missing at the beginning of all this, and within, someone chuckled, grinned, and enjoyed himself, as he watched what he’d wrought on this world. This place was so much fun to toy with, were his only thoughts, as he watched Spitfire look around her office, confused as to why she was naked, and with him already thinking of another world that could use a visitor like her.
