The sounds of a modern city were unmistakable once you’d heard them. The honking horns, the shouting voices, the wail of tires on pavement, and the thudding of equipment used to keep the wheels of civilization moving. These are the notes in the background music that makes up modern life, and for most people, the song never stops, or when it does, something has gone horribly, terribly wrong.
Today, in this city, it had dawned liked so many others, with nothing to distinguish it from any other morning. People got up to the buzz of alarms, or went to bed after long hard nights, or at least acknowledged the turning to night into day by complaining about the glare. To any eye, this day was typical, and the people knew nothing of what was to come by the time the sun set.
On the edge of the city, in a little house in suburbia, a man lived. No one saw his face, other than to say he had weird orange hair, and silver eyes, but other than that, none could have told you a thing about him. Here, he lived, and with a flash of silver, he seemed to die, as the home he’d lived in for years vanished as if by magic, leaving only an empty lot, and so much foundation and piping behind.
Only a few people even noticed the change, so small did it seem. The light was there and gone again, and not a sound had been heard. Still, as they came out to see what was going on, those few people on the street felt something. A weight to the air that hadn’t been there any other morning, and they looked upwards, wondering what was going on, and why they had a sudden sense of dread.
Then the lightning came. It wasn’t from a cloud, but instead like the sky itself was charged with electricity. Silver bolts that crackled, and hung in the air as if suspended between two tesla coils. The bolts grow longer, branches coming off them only lightly as they climb into the sky, until they’re six hundred feet high. Then the lightning pull itself apart, a single straight line becoming two curved ones that form an oval in the air.
Out of the center of that oval, one can see a swirling pattern of insane lights. Many go mad staring into it, screaming about other worlds. Some vomit into the streets. Others simply stare in awe, as out of that maddening whirl comes first what looks like a green tree, wide as a person is tall, and far longer, but then what follows is so much larger, so much more powerful, that all they can do is gasp at it.
The tree, a finger in fact, is joined to a hand, that goes to a wrist, an arm, and finally a whole creature. It stands so tall, that it casts a deep shadow over the world. Worse, some of those shadows are bare feet, toes uncurling in almost deliberate slowness, before they smash down into the suburb below, crashing through the street and into the sewers below, while grinding the homes, cars, and people between them, all without the thing being aware of it.
The thing actually looks humanoid. Two arms, each with four fingers and a thumb on the hand. Two legs, with five toes, and a figure that would be considered strong under other circumstances. The details though? Those were all wrong. The thing had green skin to start, and a face that looked at once human, and yet, somehow, equine, sporting a long muzzle. It had two large horns, as well, almost like pincers growing out of its head, and orange in color.
Then there was the chitinous hide on its middle, the wrapped around its chest and waist. The chitton on the front was simply a darker green than the rest, but as it got to the back, it turned purple, until it became a hard shell, that opened up, and the thing was suddenly sporting a pair of shimmering wings, seeming to have been woven from crystal as it fluttered, sending a hurricane of wind into the street before it.
Then the eyes looked down, and everyone felt afraid, both for their terrible beauty, and for the obvious intelligence behind them. They were purple in color, likely compound, given their lack of any white, but it was impossible to tell from below, as they blunk uncomprehendingly at the sight below, their surface so far away they looked like they were made of shiny glass, reflecting the light blindingly at those standing at his feet.
The intelligence behind those eyes, King Thorax, was curious what was going on. He’d been...doing something. There was a stallion, purple coat, orange mane, and deep silver eyes. He’d said he had a ‘present’ for him, and the tone had made Thorax suspicious. But that was the last thing he remembered, before he’d stepped forward, and now here he stood, many tiny things scurrying about below.
He was questioning this, wondering what was going on when, out of nowhere, a little buzzing thing came by him. It had blades atop it, thumping into the wind. It came right at him, and when he tried to communicate with what he assumed was a bug, he got nothing back. Worse, it got a bit too close to him, and the blades spinning on its top cut into his shoulder, making him cry out and smashing it with his hands.
The King of the Changelings, a being of love and compassion, at first, was horrified by what he’d just done, especially when he opened his hand and saw it covered in red and black sploches he assumed to be the innards of the thing. Worse came, however, when he became a bit too balanced backwards, stumbling a bit, and then falling down towards the ground below.
On that ground, many people looked up, horrified, as the rear end of the great monster that had appeared from nowhere fell. There were screams, there were prayers, even a few shots were being fired at the rear end, but nothing could make it stop its plummet, and with a sound like an explosion, it slammed into the ground, smashing to rubble any buildings beneath it, and crushing people to just stains even more easily.
The emotivore felt the fear, felt the horror, and then felt the silence as those souls were ground beneath his rear end. However, where he knew he should be feeling terrible about it, should be ashamed and want to do something to make up for it, something instead shot through him light lightning. A sensation like he’d never known before, making his spine tingle, and his heart thunder.
He sat there for minutes, wondering at that sensation, puzzling out his feelings, and then he felt a tickle. Looking down, he was shocked to see he was starting to sport a long green boner. Worse, he could actually feel tiny struggles beneath the base of the shaft, where he’s balls had apparently landed on some of those tiny things. Using a light touch, he raised it off, and saw their miniscule forms, some so broke they could only crawl over shattered cement.
Then he felt the same thrill shoot up his spine again, and he found himself unable to hold in something inside him. He dropped his balls, knowing what it would do, and in fact, he felt the warmth spreading along the bottom of them, as a few were crushed beneath the weight of his manhood. They were lucky, however, as for over a minute, he could feel the struggles of those who’d survived, pushing at the mass of crotch atop them, trying to free themselves, even as the air filled with musk, and they slowly suffocated from it.
That was it, however. That was the feeling that shot through his body, a warmth he had never felt before. It was more than love, more than friendship, it was...well, it was orgasmic, as he felt his shaft grow larger, longer, and harder, his balls swishing around, covering up a few of those who’d managed to get out from beneath them, before he let loose with his inner warmth, a wave of lightly glowing cum shooting from deep within the Changeling King.
The geyser of changeling goop fell back upon the world like a tide. It fell hard enough that a home or two were swept away by it, the buildings cracking amidst the flow. It was worse for those people who saw it coming, though. Their horrified faces turned skyward, watching as the jizz flew in an arc, and then came down on them. They tried to run, tried to escape, but the stuff just kept coming.
Where it struck people, they found themselves caught in the goop, unable to escape as it clung to them, and followed them, then sucked them down into it like some monster. Within, they were unable to move, unable to see, and most importantly, unable to breath. A few gurgles, a couple of bubbles, were all that showed where they were, and with each one passing, Thorax felt his body grow even warmer, his feeling of elation getting higher.
When he finally stopped, his breathing coming in thin, ragged gasps, the changeling literally glowed with joy, and he slowly got back to his feet, his soles crushing a few of those who’d escaped him at first as he got back up, and looked around once more. The suburb into which he’d appeared was nearly destroyed, what had not been smashed was covered in his cum, and what wasn’t that shook with his steps.
Smiling, despite himself, unable to stop, Thorax went towards the city he saw in the distance. He heard more screams, more cries, but he ignored them all. The warmth he felt was too good to give up, and he sensed around for the largest collection of those who remained, sensing a huge group, about fifty strong, all gathered together in some mobile thing at his feet, that he reached down for.
The occupants of the bus, some ignorant of what was going on, some well aware, were shouting all the same as the fingers of the changeling wrapped around the frame of the vehicle. Sides that could take golfball sized hail crunched inwards, and a few of the riders were crushed by the silvery walls as Thorax brought the thing upwards into the sky, till he was looking right at it with his big purple eyes.
His gaze saw nothing, but he could sense the lives within, and when he felt a rumble from his stomach, the King of the Changeling’s grinned in a way that would have made their old queen proud. He opened his maw wide, revealing he still had the sharp fangs, though his throat was colored pink, along with his tongue. That became the only thing those in the bus could see, as the muzzle of the monster came towards them, and he shoved the bus into his maw.
The wheels screeched against his tongue, trying to pull away, but they found no traction on the long, slimy member, which guided them in, which a helpful push from a finger, until they struck the back of the throat. Muscles grabbed at them, crushing the bus still farther, and ending the resistance as the drive was reduced to paste, leaving only a gulp, a swallow that saw a bulge form in the neck, before it vanished into the chest, behind a wall of hard chiten that Thorax patted. A gurgle came from within that chest, and the monster let out an awful belch.
Done with his meal, Thorax sensed for more, and then found a gathering in the city of thousands, which made the wicked grin even more evil in its shadowy grace. Walking towards it, he let his horns brush against the buildings, their sides scraping off as they grew to higher than he was, but then slumping down as he passed by them, their structures unable to stand thanks to the rips his horns made in them.
As if they were bowing at his passing, they fell behind him, fires and crashing the signs of his passing as he came upon a huge bowl shaped thing. An arena, but larger than he’d ever seen before...in comparison to those within. It stood almost waist high to him, and he actually chuckled, feel the terror from inside it, as those within first felt his coming, and then saw him as he stood over the walls, looking down at them.
Thorax, with a grunt, hauled himself over the rim of the bowl, and smashed into the green at the center, feeling a few souls pass as he crushed them beneath his heel. These were not what he was interested in, however, as he sat down on the field itself, and then with a sweep of his hand, gathered as many of the tiny things as he could with his grip, grinning at them, before putting them to his purpose.
His manhood now sat there, floppy and without a single drop left in it, so he intended to fill it. Using those poor souls he had in his hand, he shoved them towards the tip, many realizing where they were going and jumping the dozens of feet to the ground, for a quick death compared to what was coming. Those who were not so brace, found themselves pressed against the slit of the changeling’s penis.
Using his other hand, he pulled it open, and a bit of piss came out of it, smelling of musk, but he didn’t care, as he dropped the ones in his hand towards it. Some avoided the whole, falling towards where he gripped the shaft with his hand, and then getting roughly shoved against the throbbing flesh. Most, were not so lucky, and instead felt right into the thing, splashing down into it, their thrashing bodies massaging the walls as they fell.
The sensation of it all, as they fought futilely against him, made Thorax almost go cross eyed, before he let out a howl, his cock starting to glow, as the walls began to absorb those he’d offered on the inside. Those outside, meanwhile, found themselves smeared across the surface, unable to even scream as the Changeling King rubbed himself off one last time, shooting out his cum into the stadium’s stands, before leaning back, sighing contentedly.
His belly full of food, his cock full pre, his soul full of joy, Thorax let his eyes shut, and would awaken later in his throne room, with many wondering where he’d been for a few minutes that morning. Meanwhile, at the edge of the city, which had been so thoroughly destroyed, a house would reappear, and a man with equine feature, purple fur, orange mane, and silver eyes would grin.
