Posted by grildrig
on 8/7/2009, 9:34 am
Mauvaises Lettres: Coming Undone
Scott Grildrig
03-Sep-2007
Disclaimer: To those of you who are underage: scoot, shoo, take off, amscray, begone, arrivederci, don’t let the internet hit you on the way out. To anyone remaining, this is my first giant couples story, and if that isn’t warning enough for those with phobias of gigantic penises, please be aware that it’s a furry tale to boot. Everyone who’s made it to this sentence should be aware that I’ve endeavored to make it a bit rampagey and naughty. Enjoy...
The summer sun blazed high in the cloudless sky when the discs appeared. They arrived without any fuss; two pitch black circles rimmed with neon blue fire floating hundreds of meters over the suburbs, bracketing the lofty buildings of the city between them. People in the immediate area itched at sensations of ants crawling on their skin, a few pointed excitedly at displays of St. Elmo’s fire, and still more jumped as fat sparks crackled from metallic surfaces. The sharp tang of ozone permeated the air.
And that was just the warm up.
With a silent concussion, twin pillars of red lightning measured the distance from the discs to the earth, soundlessly curling, writhing and undulating. Homes and trees burst into fearsome conflagrations, cars melted and exploded before they could roll to a stop, flocks of birds soaring into the air flared like torches and faded into smoke. A roll of thunder growled softly, growing in power, mounting and rolling and roiling by the second, until with a final, prodigious blast it ceased. The lightning vanished. The discs vanished.
Krysta stood to the west, her huge hoofed feet carelessly planted in the midst of a burning tract of houses and trees. She looked up slowly, her golden eyes showing excitement as she gazed over the ranks of skyscrapers and office buildings. Shaking her head she combed her fingers through her long yellow mane, bringing them around and over her violet muzzle, then up the length of her long spiral horn. With a grin she hugged herself within the white terry cloth robe draped over her curvaceous body. But her grin vanished as she glanced at Dolan.
His big bull head swung from side to side, his red eyes surveying the city with a frown of displeasure upon his black lips. The robe barely containing his powerful form, open at the front, revealing something of the muscles rippling across his white belly and chest. With a curt gesture he indicated the sprawling metropolis.
“This is your big surprise?”¯he drawled. “This is what I paid for?”¯
“You’d put a price on our relationship?” she snapped back.
Dolan raised a thick finger, his teeth bared to rage back at her, but the look in her flashing eyes stopped him short. He took a deep breath and sighed, his shoulders sagging. “Sorry, you’re right.”¯ His smile was forced at first, but it loosened up a little as she smiled back at him. “This is a pretty good idea, I guess,”¯ he growled. “So, what do we do now?”¯
“We play,”¯ Krysta purred, and she raised a hand as Dolan started to take a step. “Uh-uh. You stay put for a moment and just watch.”¯ He licked his lips and nodded, standing with his arms at his sides, his fingers clenching and unclenching, causing his knuckles to crackle as he watched her.
Krysta smiled her approval and glanced down, for the first time able to properly take in the scenery. Her massive opalescent hooves stood in the midst of a burning row of tiny homes; there was nothing of interest to her there. But to the left the diminutive buildings were intact, so she took a step in their direction, her robe parting to show her shapely leg as she lifted her foot and slowly stepped down. Feverish thoughts crowded through her mind in that brief instant. Tiny as they were these were real people with real lives. They could feel fear. They could feel pain. She wanted them to suffer both as she stepped down, her shapely hoof pressing on trees and houses with disdainful ease, breaking branches and crushing walls of wood and brick. Her breasts shifted nicely under her robe as she finished her step, and she smiled down at the damage she wrought, watching insignificant specks of people fleeing from the towering cliff of her hoof, listening with approval to their faint little screams.
“Oh, I want more of that,”¯ she giggled, and she glanced up at Dolan. He stood stiffly, his fingers curled into powerful fists, his eyes looking down at where her foot covered the little homes. He slowly looked up, his red eyes shimmering with passion. That lit a fire within her, and she carefully, deliberately undid the front of her robe, taking her time, easing the soft material down from her smooth shoulders, giving him a beautiful, sultry look as she opened the robe so he could see the generous curve of her breasts.
Dolan gritted his teeth, and he leaned forward, his body thrumming with tension.
“Don’t move,”¯ said Krysta, smiling sweetly as he froze in place. She ran her tongue over her lips and let her robe drop, the endless pile hissing as it slid off her gigantic body, the buildings around her vanishing under the white weight of it. She spread her legs a little and placed her hands on her hips, giving her lovely head a shake, sending her yellow mane flying. Her body was mostly violet in hue, with highlights of purple. Her aureoles shone a buttery yellow around indigo nipples. A thatch of inviting yellow glowed between her thighs, the color matching her full tail, which swung from side to side, betraying her emotions.
Such excitement demanded utterance. Krysta took a step forward, nickering softly, as she crushed some small homes. A second step covered some fleeing people, pressing them deep into the asphalt. She took measured steps, taking care that each earthshaking footfall landed on some small and fragile items. But the suburbs were a brief patch at her height, and soon she reached a major arterial into the city, her right hoof coming down upon an elevated train running beside an expressway. The rails were in use at that moment, the silver cars packed with citizens fleeing towards the airport. Their insignificant lives ended in spectacular fashion. Her colossal hoof stepped down onto the moving train, driving it through the platform. The leading cars snapped and whiplashed, spilling from the rail and across the expressway in a tumbling, jostling pile, smashing cars and leaving a blazing trail of fire. The trailing cars slammed into the unyielding wall of her hoof, crumpling and rebounding, flinging one car ankle high, before it whirled down through a row of businesses. Krysta smirked, delighted with the effect she was having. A glance at Dolan gave her all she desired. His eyes were fixated on her, his broad chest heaving slowly as if there wasn’t enough air in the world to restrain his mounting passion.
A few more steps of sensuous destruction carried Krysta to the first structures of any real height. Compared to her they were mere play toys, the tallest barely reaching to her shapely waist. And there she paused for a moment, slowly dancing and swaying, impudently brushing her flanks against one particular building. Her fingers explored the rondure of her befurred breasts, tracing her fingers in circles around her nipples. Lifting her arms high above her head, she gave herself to the pleasure of motion. Tapping her horn against her wrists she pointed her cute muzzle towards the sky, her eyes half-lidded as she shimmied. And beneath her in the streets cars and people and small buildings were pulverized, crushed and trodden flat without a care in the world. But she wasn’t unaware of death and carnage, and when she ceased her gyrations, when she looked at Dolan again her golden eyes matched his fire.
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