A low moan echoed over the countryside and the ground gave a subtle shake. A pillar of flame was coming up in the distance, making Robert Mill quite nervous. The old farmer had worked on this land since he was twelve, and it always made him nervous to hear strange noises coming over the mountain. Sometimes the military did exercises over their, but this time was different and a worried feeling filled his heart. He grit his teeth and looked over the horizon, noticing several other plumes of smoke very similar to it all throughout the countryside. There was also a loud booming noise, and a strange whinnying on the wind that was similar to that of a horse. “What the hell is goin on out there?” He muttered and walked up the the house. “Hey, Bob!” He called out to his farmhand. “Turn on the TV n’ see if’n you can figure out what all that noise is!”
“Uggh.” Bob rolled his eyes. “It’s probably just a hailstorm, boss.” He grunted and took another swig of his beer. “No need to be so paranoid.” He waited a few minutes for his show to cut to commercial before switching over to the news. What he saw on the screen was nothing out of the ordinary. Some farming community had been badly damaged, but that was to be expected given how many tornadoes passed through the state. But there was something… off about how the town was damaged. There were large craters in the ground with flattened vehicles in them, all the silos were crumpled up in a heap, and there was a strange thick milky white-yellow fluid all over instead of the usual brown rainwater one would expect.
The station announced that the damage was not caused by a storm, but by something else, but before they could say what, the ground shook violently, and the power went out. “What the fuck!?” Bob swore, before sitting up and looking out the window. Outside was a massive yellow foot, easily the size of the house laying in the middle of the fields, those wiggling toes crushing crops in between them.
Bob gasped and immediately ran to the front door to see what the foot was attached to, and what he saw made his jaw go slack. Above him was a 500 foot tall… creature. It had the form of a human, but the features of a horse, and a massive cock to go with it, easily 80 feet in length and thicker in diameter than a truck. “What the fuck is that!?” Bob screamed. He turned towards the street, seeing the massive creature’s other foot had not only cracked it with the mere pressure of its toes, but destroyed the power lines as well.
The giant pony didn’t even seem to notice Bob or any of the other tiny humans. His attention was on the farmstead’s silo, which was stuffed full of grain for the coming winter. He crouched down over it and gave his penis a gentle rub, causing a small spurt of pre to leak all over the silo.
It suddenly dawned on Bob just what that strange milky fluid he saw on TV was. A small lake worth of cum... Apparently the giant had been having quite the fun time at the expense of the towns across the mountain, and now Bob had a bad feeling that the same thing was about to happen to him
On the other side of the property, Robert watched in horror as the giant yellow-furred macro casually destroyed what he had worked his whole life to build. He couldn't understand what the pony was doing. He seemed to be interested in the farm, but he couldn't tell why. There must have been some reason he had come to his property.
Suddenly the giant crouched down and slammed his hands into the ground behind him, one hand landing harmlessly in the fields, and the other coming down right on top of the tool shed, crushing the concrete and steel structure into rubble with seemingly no resistance. Despite sharp metal supports sticking up from between the pony’s fingers, he didn’t seem hurt in the slightest, the metal just yielded to him like tin foil.
A nutsack nearly the same size as the house dangled precariously near the home that Bob was inside. Only a mere twenty feet in between it and those massive testicles. The pony slowly moved his hips over the silo, shifting them around until he found the perfect spot, before letting out a loud, lewd nicker as his anus wrapped around the silo.
Robert screamed in horror as he realized what the giant pony creature was doing. He was pleasuring himself with his silo! A lewd squelching noise echoed across the farm as ladders and pipes on the outside of the silo were torn to shreds by the unstoppable power of that gigantic pony pucker. A masculine scent filled Robert’s nostrils as the pony started to buck his hips up and down, riding the silo like a gigantic dildo, shaking the whole farm. Person-sized drops of pre flew all over into the neighboring field as the pony’s grunting and moaning got louder and his thrusting got faster. Trucks and cars on the rural country road could only stop and stare in awe as the gigantic pony turned the farmstead into his personal playground.
One of the side barns collapsed under the constant shaking and huge amounts of corn were pulled up as the pony's massive hands gripped the field in pleasure. Then, much to Robert’s horror, the pony sat all the way down, crushing his truck and half his house beneath his balls as the silo vanished all the way inside his pucker.
The macro pony nickered in arousal, his toes curling up, digging deep wells into the soil. He panted and raised one of his dirt-covered hands, giving his member a loving stroke. “Hnnnnghhhhh...” The pony whinnied, his voice echoed across the plains as his balls slammed down once more, showing Robert that his old truck had been reduced to tin foil. The pony gave a deep nicker, before a massive spurt of cum shot forth from his cock with each pump of his enormous hips. Rope after rope of thick cum erupted from his gargantuan penis, coating the farm and the macro pony’s chest with a thick layer of semen. At last he slowly raised himself off the silo, his anus releasing with a loud pop, revealing the mangled mess of cum-soaked grain and steel.
Bob screamed as a glob of cum smashed down on the house like an artillery shell. The human just barely managed to escape into the nearby pigpens before the building exploded into a mushy pile of wood. Bob lay among the pigs, his chest heaving up and down in panic as he saw the pony slowly removing his makeshift sex toy. A bead of sweat dripped down Bob's forehead, and he hoped that the macro would simply leave now that he had sated his sexual desires.
But the pony wasn't leaving. The macro moaned and looked down at his belly, a look of lack coming across his face as he licked his lips. His cock was still leaking spurt after spurt of cum, but now he had a need besides the sexual that needed to be met. He reached down into the pigpen and scooped them up, greedily shoving them into his open mouth.
Bob gasped as he too was scooped up with the livestock. He squealed alongside the pigs as the pony plopped them all into his mouth like popcorn. Bob closed his eyes and braced for the end, assuming that he would be swallowed along with them, but apparently the pony noticed his flavor was different from the pigs, as he opened his mouth and plucked Bob up between his fingers, a smug look across his face.
The macro looked down and between the his legs. His penis was slowly becoming flaccid and leaking a waterfall of cum all over the ground. The pony inhaled deeply as he chewed the pigs, seemingly enjoying the smell of his own semen. Bob couldn’t say the same. The aroma was so musky and thick that it made it difficult to breathe. The sexual energy was so thick in the air that it could probably be cut with a knife. But that's just where Bob was going. The pony pushed Bob into the tip of his cock, the human held in place by the thick cum. But Bob dared not struggle, lest he fall out. Or worse... In.
Robert screamed as he saw the pony insert Bob into his penis. He immediately assumed Bob was dead and began running as fast as his legs would carry him. The macro turned around and looked down at Robert, his massive green eyes coming down on him. He lowered his chest to the ground and looked over the tiny human, a smug smirk coming over his face.
“Oh god...” Robert’s face turned white as he looked up at the massive being. He didn’t know what to say. The massive being had nearly killed him by accident simply just by ejaculating. He didn’t want to imagine what it would do to him now that he was aware of him. He closed his eyes and hoped it would be quick, but much to his amazement, the pony simply crawled over him and over to the herd of cattle across the road.
The giant grasped the herd with a single hand and crouched down over Robert, dozens of gallons of cum falling down on the tiny human, who could barely make out a pair of apple-like patterns on the pony's buttocks through the veil of cum. The pony then spread his ass wide, and began stuffing the helpless cattle into his rump. The squirming sensations were enough to drive him crazy, and his tongue flopped out of his mouth as the cows found his prostate. “Oooooooghhhh...” The pony looked down at Robert once more, a smug smirk coming across his face.
Robert gulped and assumed he would be sharing the fate of his livestock, especially as the pony picked him up with a pair of massive, cum-covered fingers. But instead of inserting him into his anus, the pony poked a twenty-foot deep hole with his finger into the earth and placed him inside of it. He then plucked a cum-soaked Bob out of his penis and placed him in the hole with Robert before getting up and continuing to walk down the road, the pleasure of a full belly and empty balls wracking his mind.
Bob just lay in the hole and panted, his chest heaving. "I don't understand. Why didn't that beast kill?" He looked around the hole.
"You don't get it, do you?" Robert spoke quietly. "That monster preys on farms, using them for food and entertainment. That beast was no mere predator. No… it was a farmer. Our farm was its' fruit..." He paused.
"And we're the seed…" Bob finished.
