The Ursa That Ate Manehattan

Inside the theater, ponies stared at the screen in awe, as if hypnotized by what they were seeing. For the last two-and-a-half hours, the projectionists had tried everything they could do to stop the film, but nothing they did seemed to make a difference. Not only would their projector not stop, but even covering it or removing it from the projection room had no bearing on the screen, which seemed to play on regardless of what they did.

The audience was staring on at the lewdness onscreen in shock. Most of them were appalled by what they were seeing, but others were obviously aroused, several of them whipping their members out and shamelessly pleasuring themselves, as if all their inhibitions had been wiped away.

The local authorities had been contacted, and a team of Spell-breaker specialists entered the theater wearing magical helmets to protect them from any mind-affecting abilities.

“So what are we dealing with?” Asked one of the officers. “A porno in the place of a monster movie, and a room full of comatose vegetables?” He waved his hand in front of a mare’s face, the pony only moving her head so she could get a better view of the film.

“That and a kidnapping. All the main actors for the film have vanished, and there’s no evidence on any of the surveillance of them leaving the theater.” Said another. “It’s most likely connected to this, but it’s something the intelligence ponies can deal with instead of us.” He pulled out a pair of lead-lined sunglasses and placed them on the nose of a stallion, who blinked in confusion as the allure of the film lost its effect on him. “Are you all right?” Asked the officer. "You were under the effect of a magical compulsion."

“I… I… Oh Celestia...” The stallion looked at the officers in horror. “We have to get out of here! She’s going to be coming for us in a moment!”

“She?” The officer. “Who is she?” He asked in confusion. “The one who bewitched you?”

“Her!” He pointed at the screen, showing Trixie laying on top of a barren world, teasing her vagina. “She’s running out of things to eat, and we’re next! She told me so!” He grabbed the officer and shook him frantically. "And there's nothing we can do to stop her!"

The officer pushed him back, but tried to be patient with the obviously bewitched civilian. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re still suffering the after-effects of a particularly powerful enchantment. You see, the monster in the movie isn’t real. There’s nothing she can do to hurt you.”

“Ohhhohohoh...” A diabolical laughter filled the theater. “Is that what you think?” Trixie’s smirking face appeared on the screen, munching on an apple-sized moon.

“What the fuck…?” One of the officers muttered. “This… This can’t be real.” He felt around the top of his head, checking to make sure her mind-guard helmet was still there. “We’re immune to mind-altering abilities!”

“Oh, I assure you, I am very real.” Trixie cooed. “And I must say, this was probably my greatest performance yet.” She licked her lips and turned to the crowd. “I hope all of you enjoyed it as much as I did...” She winked.

Wild applause broke out through the theater, whether the ponies watching actually enjoyed the film or not, their minds prisoners in their own bodies. The only ones who were not clapping were the officers and the stallion wearing the lead-lined glasses.

"Wow!" A mare laughed. "That was one hell of a ride. Could get a bit cheesy in parts, and it was a bit lewd for my tastes. But I liked the meta humor, and I loved the use of special effects to make it look like you were actually in the film.”

Trixie grinned and gave a little bow. "Thank you, thank you. I'm glad you're all very pleased with my performance. I hope it will be the first of many in my reign as Equestria's new goddess." She reached towards the screen with her claws and started rubbing them against the fourth wall. "Mmmmm… Any questions from my loving fans and future worshipers?"

One of the officers walked up to the screen, planning on humoring the strange being inside the film. “So what are your plans for the future? What about your fellow actors, what happened to them?”

“They’ve become one with their goddess...” Trixie pressed her boobs against the screen, a trickle of blue milk leaking out into the theater. “And don’t worry about the future. Soon all of you will be joining Trixie as well.” Trixie’s chest swelled and she burst into the crowded theater, her boobs smothering and absorbing the forward officer and several of her fawning fans.

The officers seemed to be confused at first, but assumed Trixie was just some overly complex magical artificial intelligence. But the moment she burst from the screen, they took a few steps back before beginning to panic and run towards the exit, worried that they would suffer the same fate as the ponies in the film.

“Awww. Where are you all going?” Trixie began grabbing ponies and shoving them into her tits. “Aren’t you going to stay for the post-credit scene!?” She laughed, stomping forward and absorbing more and more ponies into her mass.

The building shook and the streets outside began to crack, making ponies gasp and scream as the theater started to resemble a cracking egg. There were several news crews outside, initially to cover the movie premier, and now for the unfolding hostage situation inside. The newsponies gasped as they felt the building shake, worried that it signaled an explosion going off inside. But then they heard moaning and heaving inside the structure, and a titanic foot burst out the front lobby, flipping over a pair of police cruisers.

A roar of satisfaction and lust filled the air, and the theater groaned and shattered, no match for Trixie’s powerful growing muscles. The concrete and steel didn’t stand a chance. Another foot burst through the side wall and into the street, several cars slamming into it. Tiles and mortar rained down into the streets as Trixie’s immense boobs exploded from the roof.

“Gyah!” The reporters gasped as they found themselves being doused in a wave of ursine cum. They looked up at the spasming, monstrous cunt above them, spurting out a waterfall of sheer cum. It was the perfect visage of power and femininity. “What the hell is that!?” They screamed.

“Hnnnghh…” Trixie panted, her breasts heaving up and down as she obliterated the area around her, laughing at the scale of the world decreasing before her very eyes. She groaned in sheer joy, her house-sized tits leaking with a translucent milky substance. She reached up and gave one of her tits a mighty squeeze, before pulling it up to her mouth and licking her own juices off of it. “Hey… I actually taste pretty good...” She panted, reaching a hand down to her pony-sized clitoris to lovingly massage it. “But then again… One would expect nothing less from a… Mmmm… Goddess...” She began moaning even more as a torrent of sweet mare nectar burst out of her pussy, coating several of the news crews down below.

“Erm… G-g-goddess?” One of the reporters stepped forward, wiping the cum off her face and microphone.

Trixie lazily glanced down, her bus-sized boobs swaying above them. “Oooh. A mare who knows the proper way to address the Great and Powerful Trixie.” She sashayed her house-sized hips, clearly showing off for the cameras. “You must be looking for a question, huh? All the good reporters are!” She giggled. Twirling her body around to show off every inch of her massive erotic body.

“Well… Um… We were just wondering what exactly you had planned for us...” The reporter shivered nervously. “Since it’s pretty obvious you’re in charge now...” She tapped her fingers together.

“Hmmm… Plans?” Trixie gave a mighty booming laugh that filled the entire city as she completely exorcised her last bit of mortal empathy. “Now that I think about it, I don’t need to plan anything! Or rationalize it! Justify it! Or even understand it! I just have to like it… Because this is my reality now. And nothing… I repeat… Nothing! Matters more than my pleasure!” She pulled her cum-soaked fingers from out of her marehood and grabbed the reporter, pressing her into her meaty bosom and moaning as she melted down into another star for the nympho-maniacal goddess.

The remaining reporters tried to flee, but Trixie easily scooped them up and cupped them into her breasts, feeling an orgasm of pleasure erupt in her loins for every soul she claimed. Her intuition was correct, real souls were much more pleasurable than those of the artificial ponies. She had to have more. And there were at least a million of them waiting for her on just this island alone!

Trixie’s scent filled the entire city in seconds as she went on her merry little rampage, absorbing thousands of souls every minute, and having just as many orgasms. The streets of Manehattan ran white with cum, and the city erupted into pure chaos. Hundreds of thousands of ponies were stuffed into every single part of her erotic body. Her boobs, feet, hips, maw, even her armpits. There was no part of herself that did not get the sexual stimulation it so righteously deserved.

A shadow fell over Equestria, as well as a deluge of musky fluids from Trixie’s endlessly-cumming cunt. “Good morning, Equestria!” Trixie laughed, looking back to see it was actually two hours until dawn, but a quick snap of her fingers changed that as she effortlessly wrestled control of the sun away from a certain wanna-be goddess somewhere in central Equestria. “There’s going to be some changes around here!”