Spitfire's Interdimensional Lunch
Spitfire's Interdimensional Lunch
It was a bright and shining day in a city on the planet called Earth. Not a cloud in the sky. The temperature was even a fair 70 degrees, rather than the intense summer temperatures that would be coming in a few days. It was pay day too, so just about everyone was in a good mood. But the citizens of this particular city, something was coming that would change all of their lives forever. And the first clue of this was when the giant glowing portal opened up right above the city.
From out of the portal stepped a massive being, and the pair of massive boots attached to her feet, landing right on top of an entire city block, crushing thousands of people beneath her feet in an instant. The being was quite the curiosity to the tiny humans. She was humanoid in nature, but looked oddly equine in her facial features, including a fiery orange mane. Though the strangest thing about her seemed to be the fact she was entirely clad in bright teal spandex, which clung tight to her body and left very little to the imagination when it came to her magnificent body.
Spitfire looked over the city and stretched, setting her knapsack down beside her and causing even more devastation to the city. “Hmm… I don’t know…” The massive mare rubbed her chin. “This dimension could be a good place to colonize, or at the very least act as some sort of storage plane… But I don’t know about all these strange crystals.” She looked over the tiny skyscrapers, not recognizing them as having been constructed by sentient beings, but rather seeing them as highly ornate natural occurrences. “Oh well. I may as well do a little scouting.” The yellow mare smiled. “After all. That’s what I’m here to do. But first…” She knelt down and unpacked her knapsack, “Some lunch.” She licked her lips.
A shadow fell over thousands of mite-sized people as Spitfire got ready to sit down. Her immense ass cheeks loomed over the city like a pair of spandex-covered meteors. The city began to rumble violently as she knelt down. Blocks of buildings crumbled into ruins of cracked concrete and mangled metal. Every tiny detail of her buttocks were fully visible to those beneath them. Every strand of her tail, every micro-tear in her tight suit, even the gentle involuntary movements of her sphincter could be seen. The sheer size of it was almost unimaginable to those stranded beneath it. And then… Crunch!
Spitfire didn’t even notice all the devastation she was causing below her as she pulled a sandwich from out of her knapsack. Peanut butter and strawberry jam. Her favorite. But as she got ready to bite into the sandwich, a small dollop of jam dripped from her snack and down onto the city below.
For the tiny humans, it was like something out of a horror movie, specifically the 1958 horror classic, The Blob. The lumbering, sweet smelling glob of jelly moved down the streets, absorbing whatever it came into contact with into its amorphous form. People, cars, even whole houses were smothered as the hill-sized mass of gelatin plowed through their neighborhood.
But the true horror didn’t come from the jam itself, but rather the massive mare that was looking at it with a hungry look on her face. Spitfire was always one to take risks, and eating a bit of food off of the ground of an alien world was no exception. Her massive finger descended upon the jam and scooped it up off the ground, as well as hundreds of poor people who had been unlucky enough to be swept up in it.
“Ah…” Spitfire licked her lips as she looked at the glistening jam. “Straight off the farm. I love this stuff.” She then opened her mouth, her hot breath washing over the terrified humans as she brought the finger full of jelly into her mouth and gently suckled her fingertip. Many people in her mouth screamed and wailed as their tiny bodies were crushed between her suckling lips and her fingertip. Their bodies were torn apart into fine strands, making their blood indistinguishable from the red jam. Spitfire did notice there were little crunchy bits in the jam, but simply dismissed it as the strawberry seeds inside the jam. “Mmmm…” Spitfire purred as she suckled the jam. “Oooh… That’s good. Why do I even bother putting this stuff of sandwiches? I should just eat it right out of the jar.”
Her teeth opened up as she rolled her tongue about, letting the whole city see as she devoured their fellows by accident. Strips of flesh and bone started to appear in her mouth as she swished the glob around in her mouth, much to the terror of those that were still alive in her mouth. Content that she had sucked as much flavor as she could out of the jelly, her tongue started to clean the jelly off of her lips and around her maw letting the jam pool up in the middle of her tongue. Half the people were still alive, and had been reunited with their comrades, but many others had been torn apart by the swishing around and the crushing power of Spitfire’s teeth. With one mighty flick, the mare pulled her tongue back and tiled her head allowing the jelly to slip down her esophagus. “Ah…” The mare purred. “That was good. And now to my sandw-Ow!” Spitfire jumped, feeling a sting on her hand, and causing her to drop her snack down on the city below. As if fate was laughing at both the mare and the city below, the sandwich fell open, and two gigantic masses of peanut butter and jam sped down towards the city like a pair of gigantic sticky meteors. The smell of strawberries had never brought people more dread as they splattered down upon the city, crushing tens of thousands of people against the bread’s open face.
“Fuck!” Spitfire swore. “What the-?” She looked around and saw she was being buzzed by a swarm of hundreds of little gnat-sized little bugs, who were flinging some sort of painful stingers at her. “Hey! Buzz of! I’m just trying to have a picnic!” Spitfire growled, unaware that these ‘bugs’ were actually human fighter planes. “Guh… Fine. Have it your way.” The giant Pegasus spread her wings and took off into the air, the gust from her wings demolishing huge swaths of the city as she dashed towards a gigantic cumulonimbus cloud.
Spitfire burst through the cloud and clung close to the top of the massive storm cloud, imagining that the bugs wouldn’t follow her up this far, and if they did, they likely wouldn’t expect her to be able to sit on top of a cloud. She peeked through the clouds and could see the bugs flying were indeed plying towards where she had last been seen. She smirked, luring the ‘bugs’ into an ambush. She gently flapped her wings and hugged the cloud, coaxing fog out of the bottom of the cloud towards the fighters looking for her.
“Not seeing much of anything in this damned fog...” A human pilot groaned. “Switching to radar... no one fly too fast. It's hard to see in all of this.”
“This all seems to spooky... Like some sort of horror movie ... Blake... Maybe we should turn back...” Said another pilot. The jets were all lined up in an arrow formation and were quickly slowing their pace since the fog. They were quite worried over the sudden fog, almost as if their appearance had caused it.
“Grow some balls, soldier.” Captain Blake growled. “We have one mission today and that’s to take that thing down! Now… keep your eyes open! There’s no way something that big just disappeared!” Blake yelled as he scanned his radar for any sign of movement.
Spitfire smirked as she saw the bugs underneath of her. They clearly didn't expect her to be laying motionless on top of a cloud. No... they were expecting movement and action. And she was going to deliver it to them. “It's been a while since I’ve done the old ‘bug zapper’ trick...” She muttered. “But I’m sure I’ll be able to pull it off.” She gave the cloud a little kick, urging it to rumble.
Down below, the sky lit up, and all of the sudden there was a massive boom, and a gigantic bold of lightning ripped through two planes near the back-right side of the formation.
A sense of panic could be heard over the radio as the two jets were reduced to scraps of burning metal “Birds down! Birds down!” Blake yelled, not sure how to react to the sudden appearance of lightning, but he knew that this was no ordinary storm. “Everyone turn around and get out of this cloud, now! We’re sitting ducks in this storm!” The planes were in complete chaos as another bolt of lightning arced through three more planes, causing another to veer off course and collide into another in a violent explosion, of course, to Spitfire it wasn’t even visible. It was just bugs getting zapped.
“Regroup! Regroup! Eyes up!” Blake gasped as he watched his squadrons numbers beginning to thin. “Take evasive action!”
The rest of the squadron didn't need to be told twice and they all began to turn around at once. One of the pilots looked up in time to see rumbling in the clouds and the short burst of light seemed to highlight the giant humanoid shape in the clouds, her tight wet spandex clinging to her body.
Now that the fighters were in complete disarray, that make them easy targets for the giant pegasus to hunt down. In formation, they could be quite dangerous, but on their own, the most they could do what deliver a single hornet sting to her. More bursts of lightning rained down on them with deadly accuracy, demolishing a dozen more planes into smoking husks and they buzzed away from the storm clouds. Now that the bugs were retreating, Spitfire made her move. She dove off the cloud after them and opened her mouth wide, before bringing it down on a jet and crushing it within her mouth.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Blake yelled as he turned to see four more of his jets turned to more burning metal. He was starting to worry, as almost two thirds of his squadron had just been wiped out by what seemed like extreme weather conditions. The sounds of his pilots screaming for help over the coms only made things worse.
Blake then quickly realized this weather was no freak accident when he heard a voice on the intercom crackle to life far louder than the others. It was the leader of blue squad. “SIR! SHES BEHIND ME! I CAN'T SHAKE HER! HELP-” The sound of static followed soon after and a fiery explosion frightened all of the remaining pilots as they saw Spitfire’s wing cleave through over 30 fighter jets.
Blake grunted and tried to maintain his focus. “Grrr… Everyone Focus! She's here! Try to get a clear shot so we can penetrate her spandex!” But only 19 jets remained at this point, and their numbers continued to rapidly decline.
Spitfire grinned as the scrambled bugs all buzzed around in a mad panic, trying to regroup. She whipped her wings around, buffeting up some heavy wing and making it very hard to pilot. Two more of the fighters lost control and collided into each other, forcing the pilots to bail out, but they didn't fall far before they were snatched up by Spitfire's mouth, which was open as she beamed, seeing the bugs retreat from her. The two pilots bounced around in her mouth for a moment, before the giant more slicked her tongue back and swallowed them whole as she chased after the planes, trying to keep them separate from their main swarm.
Blake was starting to lose it after witnessing his pilots drop like flies under Spitfires sheer power. Only 5 jets remained now, including himself and he was beginning to think the situation was hopeless. “Listen everyone! Fire what you can in her direction and then turn to whatever direction is easier for you and Speed off! We're no match for her!”
Spitfire growled as she decimated the bugs that had ruined her picnic. She was confident she had them on the run, when they turned around and started stinging at her again. “Yeouch!” She flinched and held her hand. She was tired, but the pilots were far worse off. Hundreds elite pilots who had spent their whole lives training with their 150 million-dollar planes had managed to put a few pinpricks in the giant mare. It was hardly a fair trade.
“We did it!” Blake cheered. “We’ve driven her awa- Gah!” He gasped and looked up just in time to see the massive creature flying right at him, his grain-sized plane slipping past her teeth and into the cavernous maw that was her mouth. “No! Not like this!” Blake gritted his teeth and gunned the engine, but it was too late. A drop of saliva dripped down from the roof of the mare’s mouth and caused the plane to crash onto the pink field of muscle that was her tongue. “Fuck!” Blake gasped.
The thumping palpitations of her heartbeat filled the air as Blake and his plane disappeared down her gullet, slipping down the mare’s chest cavity, before they were drowned out by the chorus of wet squishing and gurgling down below. Blake gulped. He knew what that noise was, and he dreaded it. Seconds seemed to turn to hours as he traveled deeper and deeper into her digestive tract. Although, despite the horror of her guts, Blake had to admit the pleasant smell of strawberries was quite nice. But it was quickly overwhelmed by the foul scent of vomit as Blake’s plane splashed down into her belly, a bubbling pot of boiling acid and digesting mush, which slowly seeped into the plane.
Meanwhile, Spitfire was quite proud of the fact she had fought off the bugs, but was still feeling quite hungry. She looked over at her sandwich and scowled. “Of course both sides would land face down.” She rolled her eyes and picked the both halves up, unaware that thousands of people were still alive on the slices of bread. Her stomach gurgled yet again, and she shrugged. “Oh well… I had to eat way more questionable stuff in survival training. A little dirt isn’t going to hurt me.” She folded the two halves back together.
For the thousands of people on the slices of bread, it was like the scene from the movie Inception, where the city folded in on itself. But while in the movie, it was just a dream, this was indeed very real, and more terrifying than any nightmare.
Spitfire’s teeth, massive white walls on near-indestructible enamel crashed down on the sandwich, cutting through not only the thick layer of bread, but also the cars and buildings that the jam and peanut butter had picked up. Thousands of people were swept up in her chewing, some crushed into paste, but many others kept alive long enough for her to swallow, where they would plummet down to her stomach below, but without the benefit of a metal cockpit to keep them shielded from the acids, their fragile bodies quickly disintegrated down to the bone. Hundreds of people clung to the mountainous ‘islands’ of chewed bread that floated atop the acidic sea, but they couldn’t survive on them forever. Every footstep the mare took, and undulation of her stomach walls sent more and more falling into the acidic depths, where their bleached bones quietly pooled at the bottom. The stomach erupted into a chorus of horrified screams, but they were quickly drowned out by the gurgling and sloshing of Spitfire’s belly.
Content with her meal, Spitfire proceeded to fly back up to her cloud, where she sunbathed for a couple of hours to work off some of her stress, her naked body soaking in the sun’s rays while the city below sweltered under the heat of her drying jumpsuit. The humans below shivered in fear, wondering what plans the massive being had for them. But much to their relief, when she next stood up, she changed back into her suit, a similar massive portal opened up in the sky, and the Pegasus flew through it and disappeared.
A monument was constructed to those who died on that fateful day. Especially to Captain Blake and his men, who were credited as the reason no other behemoths of a similar nature had come to their world. For right before the massive mare left, she saw a commercial airliner float past her face and muttered to herself. “It’s nice enough, but I don’t think I’ll be coming back or recommending this world for colonization… too many bugs.”
