Broken Mask (Patreon Commission for Frostymage)

TAGS: Giantess, Size Theft, Vore, Destruction, Ponies

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No one in that town really deserved what was going to happen to them, but they were going to go through it anyway, because someone had to be on the receiving end of her anger that day. It wasn’t enough that her alarm clock ran out of batteries just before waking her up, leaving her daily schedule seriously messed up, it wasn’t enough that the joint she’d been casing for a while suddenly decided to hire more guards for whatever reason, thus completely ruining her plans for the place, but then it turned out her favorite restaurant went bankrupt without her knowing about it and she couldn’t even get her best comfort food! The day had gone from bad to worse and it wasn’t even three in the afternoon yet, leaving the pegasus with a mood so foul that it was probably infectious, and she was going to make that everyone’s problem but her own… just not anywhere near her home, or else people might notice and take umbrage at that.

Still, plenty of villages and towns out there that no one would really miss if they just so happened to vanish off the surface of the planet and straight down a certain someone’s gullet. All she had to do was fly for an hour or so until she was sure she was far enough away from any central authority that she could afford to swoop down, land on the outskirts of some random rural town in the middle of nowhere, and then proceed to unleash a fraction of her true size. Not all of it though; Masquerade wasn’t yet capable of working miracles, and releasing all of the size she had stored away would attract a bit of undue attention, which would run directly counter to her wanting to just blow off some steam by flattening and then utterly consuming an entire population center. For fun.

The poor folks living there were in for the surprise of their lives. One moment everything was just as it had always been, quaint and idyllic, lacking in any sort of surprises or innovation, just the simple life of a rural town where the most exciting thing that happened on any given day was a particularly big pumpkin that happened to be spotted growing in the patch… and in the next, there was a seventy-foot tall giantess of a pegasus looming over their little corner of the world, scandalously naked and looking like she was ready to pick up every last building and rip it to shreds from how angry an expression she sported. And indeed, the first thing Masquerade did after unleashing this miniature-sized version of her full form was grab the nearest house, inspect it for any denizens, and as soon as she confirmed the presence of three tasty morsels inside, smash open the front door with a single finger and then tip the whole structure down so the poor souls within would have to be dropped into her ravenous maw. The trio of ponies were so stunned by the sudden emergence of the giantess that they didn’t even think to hold onto anything, not that it would’ve solved anything; if they hadn’t simply flown out the smashed-open door and straight down the goddess’ throat, she would’ve just smashed the whole house apart and plucked them from the wreckage without a second thought. At the very least, they served as a wonderful appetizer, an entrée to the full meal that lay ahead of her, delicious enough that Masquerade managed to not feel pissed off, if only for a few moments; as soon as the realization hit that she had that whole town to herself and no one could do anything about it, suddenly her worries and woes stopped feeling so overwhelming. It was time to have some fun.

Advancing on the town was always the best part of it all, given the amount of quaking that went on whenever she took a step, to say nothing of the terrified looks and panicked screams that always erupted from her would-be prey. Within the limits of that town, Masquerade alone decided on what everyone did, and right now she wanted everyone to sit down and beg for mercy so she could deny them; she was feeling like playing the role of the wrathful goddess for a good hour or so, it always worked wonders on her stress levels. For now though, she focused on adding the consumed mass to herself, hoping that it would do something only to then be disappointed at how little of a boost it gave her… then again, three ponies? With herself at seventy-feet tall? Clearly she needed more.

The remaining townies were quick to try and fight back, with the few unicorns they could muster up trying to hold back the advancing giantess by throwing whatever offensive magic they knew at her. This did very little beyond force her to raise an eyebrow at the frankly pitiful attempt at throwing her away, though she had to give them points for at least trying, if nothing else; by the time she reached the squad of ponies shooting at her with increasingly desperate looks on their faces, she was more than happy to demonstrate just how true this was: a single sweep of her hands and about ten or so new victims were picked up and held inside of her palm, all smushed up together and ready to be scarfed down like a handful of gummy snacks, just the way she liked it. Their screams of terror and panic were music to her ears, especially once she closed her mouth after the last one went in and they were suddenly very muffled, kicking against her tongue and throat even as they lost the fight to her body’s insides and were dutifully dumped into her stomach where they belonged, where they could be reprocessed into yet more mass for her body. It wasn’t too much (at her size, what even was?), but given the amount of magical power they wielded, plus the sheer number of them, it was enough to at at least pad herself out: bit more pudge to her tits, more curve to her hips and thighs and a smidgeon of plush for her asscheeks, just enough that she could actually squeeze herself and feel the difference.

But now… now she was hungry. Now that she cut loose and got a taste of her favorite food, Masquerade was hungrier than ever before, or… perhaps hungry wasn’t the right word. The pegasus didn’t feel a need to eat, didn’t feel empty or in need of sustenance, certainly didn’t think she needed something to help pad out her stomach. What she wanted was to find more little ones to pluck from the safety of their hidey-holes and then slurp down, what she wanted was to impose herself and make them know just how helpless their situation is before she unilaterally ended it all by asserting her own divinity upon her newest subjects. That and being able to pick up a couple of houses, crush them in her grip and then convert whatever remained into something edible, that she might be able to transform the whole damned town into more mass for her to improve herself with.

It was hard to tell if the expression she was carrying was still one of annoyance or if her face was simply locked into a grimace that betrayed more malicious enjoyment than anger, but whatever the case may be, the pegasus had all-but forgotten why she was even there to begin with, fully absorbed as she was by her own reckless, relentless greed, the desire to take and take until there was nothing left for her to lay her greedy fingers on. It even looked as if the town’s inhabitants were deliberately trying their best to make it easier on her, given how they all decided to rush towards a single building and have one of their unicorns erect a barrier over it, one that Masquerade knew for a fact she could destroy just by poking it hard enough… but chose to spare for the time being.

Where was the fun in going straight for the end when there was still so much fun to be had all around? With everyone stuck inside that barn, the rest of the town was open for the pegasus to smash and burn and rip and tear and utterly thrash to her heart’s content, giving her the perfect source of stress relief after a shitty day… which is exactly what she did. With the most inappropriately gleeful smile on her face, Masquerade began stomping around, treating the buildings around her like toys laid out for her to smash, swinging her arms and legs in order to cause as much damage as possible, all while cackling maniacally whenever she felt that weight on her shoulders dissipate. There was something magical about being able to just cut loose and wreck stuff without any regard for consequences, especially when she knew no one was going to be around by the time she was finished; even anyone tried to run, catching up to stragglers was always something she adored doing, and with no other settlements nearby, there weren’t exactly a lot of avenues for help for those poor, poor snacks hiding inside the shielded barn… and one trying to fly away, the sneaky little thing!

The giantess had almost missed it, but another pegasus had taken flight from a shop that she’d just destroyed, apparently having survived the whole thing collapsing on them and yet still thinking that trying to run off while within catching range was still a good idea. To their credit, they almost evaded notice, and probably had a few seconds of pure bliss where they believed themselves to be scott-free before their whole world turned dark when Masquerade’s hand clamped down on the whole body, squeezing it so strongly that their wings were almost bent permanently out of shape. The flyer was brought over to face her captor, very slowly raised so the two of them could see eye to eye, just so the smaller of the two could experience true terror as they gazed into the eyes of someone who saw them as nothing more than a living, breathing battery that she could drain for her own benefit. And indeed, that’s exactly what Masquerade did; with simple intent, she began draining the pegasus in her hand of as much mass as she could get away without having them shrivel into nothingness, adding a paltry sum to herself, but just enough to let her feel what it was like to steal someone’s size from them, always a wonderful experience as far as she was concerned. The other flyer’s screams of pain were very quickly muffled when their shrinking body was completely covered by Masquerade’s clenched fist, until their weakness overcame their primal instincts and they fell quiet, whimpering inaudibly in the few seconds they had before it was all over. As soon as she was content that the process was over, the giantess opened her hand, gave her prey a big, toothy smile, and then unceremoniously threw them into her mouth like they were a piece of candy; a few seconds later and they were safely in her stomach, to join the rest of the souls she had already taken care of.

What followed were a few more minutes of rampaging fun where Masquerade made sure that anything and everything around the barn where the survivors were hiding was well and truly flattened, leaving absolutely nothing left of the town itself apart from the foundations and a couple of freestanding bits of wood. By the end, she was panting and sweating all over, but felt the best she ever had in weeks; it had been far too long since the last time she let loose like that, and it made her feel as if she really needed to schedule in a few more kaiju-like destruction sprees in order to keep her stress levels in check. Nevertheless, with everything else taken care of, it was time to direct her attention to the one building that yet remained unclaimed.

She could sense them, dozens upon dozens of little ones all huddled together and hoping that the monster destroying their town would spare them or, barring that, the barrier would hold up against her onslaught. Neither assumptions were even remotely tangential to reality of course; not only did Masquerade fully intend to take her time picking apart her last meal in order to play with it, but she had absolutely no trouble breaching the pitiful shell that some two-bit magician erected around it, and even did so in the most nonchalant way possible, by merely pushing her index finger into it and piercing its surface like it was made of wet paper. Oh, the screams that erupted from within that barn, they were music to her ears; Masquerade could barely hold back when her lips split into a magnificently wide and overblown grin, her hands grabbing the structure on both sides and ripping it off the ground, revealing the surprising amount of survivors that had all been waiting for that exact moment not to happen. They were all looking up at their doom, at a hungry-looking giantess of a pegasus whose hand loomed over them, whose shadow was cast, and whose presence smothered them until they could barely even breathe; Masquerade didn’t intend to crush these little ones, oh no, she had better plans for them.

After all, if a single pegasus was such a good snack for her, then surely if she drained dozens of ponies at the same time, then the experience would be nothing short of divine… and even then, when the real thing hit, the budding goddess couldn’t help but feel like she underestimated the impact it would have on her, leaving her practically drooling and with her other free hand inching dangerously close to her nethers in order to make good use of that endorphin rush. A few more seconds though, and it’d all be over; her body gained a few extra feet in height from the stolen mass, but most of it went towards padding her figure out even more, or at least as much as it could when she was already that massive, and without even thinking too hard about it, Masquerade brought all the tiny snacks she now had stuck to her palm up to her mouth and licked them all off her hands, swallowing contentedly and gently patting her belly once she felt the first few ones landing inside of her stomach. They wouldn’t do much for her figure, not at her sizes, but they did do one very important thing: they reminded her of how ravenous her hunger was at that exact moment.

She looked around: no town left, no survivors to pick up, drain and then consume. No sentient life, even, nothing that she could feast on… but surely, that wasn’t the only town around. And she wasn’t anywhere near done with her stress relief for the day.

After all, she hadn’t even gotten the chance to chase after stragglers yet.