Prompt of the Week - Week 16

Air raid sirens were going off in the distance, joined by panicked screaming and the screeching of tires as the whole city was set on high alert, its impending doom becoming more and more of a reality with each passing minute. Just ten minutes before, all of its inhabitants had been leading perfectly normal lives, believing their day to be as boring as monotonous as any other, when suddenly, and without warning, everything was turned upside-down and their view of the world was forcibly upended by way of her: the giantess, the goddess, come down from the heavens to wreak havoc upon her creations over some perceived insult or another. One moment things were perfectly fine, the next that thing had appeared from nowhere, one of her feet crushing several parked cars in the middle of one the widest avenues. Within moments, things had gone to hell, and then it was every person for themselves.

Very few had the opportunity to gaze upon the monster destroying their city, being too busy running away from it, but those that did invariably found themselves halting in their tracks to admire her form, unable to wrench their eyes away from it despite their best efforts; it was magnetic in a way, it held their gaze even as they desperately attempted to look away, right up until the point where her claws bore down on them, at which point they became passengers aboard her body. The goddess herself wasn’t particularly aware of the effects she was having on any one person; being so beyond comprehension was simply a natural state for her, and thus it was entirely normal for her presence alone to be enough to warp the minds of lesser mortals. This was why she was even there, after all; her outing into the lower realms had been decided upon precisely because she had been feeling bored and craved the sort of excitement that only utterly destroying a whole city by showing off her curves through it could give her.

Each step produced cracks on the ground, radiating from the impact site and weakening the roads, on multiple occasions collapsing entirely and giving way to produce immense craters, exposing the piping systems underneath. Behind the giantess, her tail swung freely from side to side, not only sweeping anyone or anything that might remain behind her on the ground, but smashing into any buildings that hadn’t already been turned to rubble, literal tons of steel and glass raining on the streets below each time it moved from one side to another. The lizardess was pleased with such a spectacle; it was only right that something as innocuous as her moving her tail lazily about led to such vast amounts of destruction, a true affirmation of her power over the tiny ones (literally) underneath her heel. It also made for some great tidying; whatever the rest of her didn’t clean up, her tail did.

This was very little, to be fair; her passing through any part of the city ensured that most of the buildings in it would take so much damage that most of them crumbled underneath their weight anyway. A vast majority were wrecked purely by the goddess putting one foot in front of the other; her wide, flared hips and girthy thighs ensured that any brush became a very deliberate hip-check, and with the amount of meat on her bones, it was unsurprising that the impact was enough to flatten girders and turn windows into long curtains of miniature crystals. Simply rubbing her lower body against anything was enough to scrape off both the paint and at least a good foot of whatever made up its outer surface, with the very few occasions in which the giant lizard used her asscheeks being enough to utterly demolish whatever that thing was pointed at. All she had to do was lean onto something, using it as her seat while pretending to trip, and even the most resistant of buildings came crumbling down like it was made of tissue paper. Once she got back up, or readjusted after bumping into something with each sashay, then her tail would be brought to bear to sweep up whatever remained.

That wasn’t enough though; whatever devious mind had decided to take to the city and destroy it was clearly not one for decency, and seeing as there were plenty of skyscrapers to go around, a couple of which were as tall or slightly taller than the lizard titan herself, they presented a perfect opportunity for her to put her upper assets to good use. Her bust was significantly large, enough to cover most of her torso and protrude from either side of it if seen from behind, and judging by the way her breasts swung from side to side, were quite heavy and potentially full. Indeed, the few times they bumped into something, said something might as well not even be there at all, with the lizardess’ breasts moving clean through it like air. This goddess, this wrathful deity, saw those tall buildings as an opportunity to put both her tits and hands to good use, and thus went to work wrapping the former around them after splaying herself all over their length. They might as well be a body-sized phallus to her, judging from how much she drooled and moaned at the touch, but it was clear that even those architectonic masterpieces were no match for the giantess’ power; all it took was a particularly strong squeeze and the whole structure came tumbling down, with bits and pieces left behind inside of a cleavage that seemed to deepen with every building it consumed.

Meanwhile, whenever she had nothing else to do but walk from place to place, the goddess made good use of her hands by bringing one to her bosom and another between her legs, openly fondling herself without a single care for whoever may be watching. The fluids pouring from her needy, warm slit splashed onto the ground below with enough force to knock people off their feet when they were caught in the waves, most of the unfortunate ones succumbing to the strong scent and losing control of their minds; they were reduced to mindless, mewling slaves, eager to serve a deity that didn’t even know they existed, and congregated around her feet in the hopes of being able to climb towards her. On occasion, the lizardess would falter, her knees too weak from the stimulation to hold her full weight; the ground quaked and whole city blocks collapsed just as she herself did, the roars and moans emanating from her throat powerful enough to shatter glass miles away, the squirting of fluids carrying enough pressure to flatten cars and clog storm drains. These episodes never lasted for more than a few minutes though; as soon as the lizard goddess was done, she’d wreck a few more apartment blocks when getting up, and carried on with her journey.

There was no rhyme or reason to her path of destruction; it seemed as if whatever it was the giantess had on her mind, it was certainly not a goal or objective. She demanded no tribute, provided no “out” for her destruction, and certainly didn’t pay attention to the myriad of worshippers amassing around her. For all intents and purposes, that monster had simply decided to show up one day to destroy everything around her… and indeed, that’s exactly what she was thinking at that point. There really was no grand plan, no anything beyond the simplest, most base desire to impose her will upon the world in the only way she could. To take a step and turn multiple vehicles into metallic pancakes, to swing her tail to one side of her and be able to raze entire office towers without even realizing it. To be able to strut her stuff in front of an audience while also wreaking such a high level of havoc that she could be classified as a natural disaster all on her own. It pushed every button she had, and that was her entire motivation: to get off on it.

There was a lot of city to go through, and she wouldn’t be satisfied until it was all destroyed, all of it flattened and turned into indistinct piles of rubble. Sure, people would be left without homes, and injury was all-but impossible to avoid, but that was the cost of progress; how could anyone deny her was rightfully hers, after all? She alone was big and wide enough to establish dominance over the mortal realm, thus she alone, by all reasonable logic, should be the one to govern it. What were those tiny ones going to do, shoot her? The bullets and shells would bounce right off her perfectly smooth scales, not a single blemish laid upon her even by the greatest of weapons they carried; this was now her turf, her territory, and anyone who wanted to contest that was more than welcome to try. Failure was their only option.

Past a certain point, it became a game; when the arousal was abated by the constant self-exploration, when most of the taller buildings were gone and thus the lizard couldn’t wrap her breasts around them for an improvised titfuck, that’s when things took a turn for the absurd and she simply began to enjoy herself, much like a child would in a literal sandbox. There was no point in trying to establish her dominance, because it was already a given; who was going to stop her if not herself? Thus, a better way to spend her time would be to find new and inventive ways to enjoy herself, and given her love of really old kaiju movies, it wasn’t too much of a stretch to assume she’d try to play the role. Now, it probably would’ve worked better if she hadn’t already made a scene of destroying a large part of the city while clearly being sexually aroused by it, plus the several stops she made to bring a hand between her legs and flood large sections of it with her juices; but it was her city, so who was going to complain?

The whiplash was so severe that one could be forgiven for assuming some of the tiny ones might have broken their necks just considering it; one moment the lizard giantess was busy flaunting her curves, the next she was raising her hands to mimic having claws and swiping at whatever roofs were still around, collapsing buildings with well-timed strikes and even whipping her tail against the ground; all of this while wearing the goofiest grin and occasionally stopping to break out into fits of giggling and outright laughter, leaving her followers down below feeling very confused as to what they should be thinking at that moment. Clearly, their goddess was capricious and prone to mood swings, but perhaps that sudden shift in attitude was meant as divine code of some sorts? That her devoted should enjoy themselves in the moment rather than worry about earthly concerns or material happiness? It was as good of an interpretation as any, and it played straight into their heightened libidos; within minutes most of the giantess’ congregation was hard at work finding someone to spend the time with, and a few of them even managed to not turn it into a lewd exercise in self-indulgence within a few short minutes! The titan would’ve been proud if she bothered to look down and acknowledge the ants at her feet.

As it stood though, she was simply passing the time until she got bored, at which point she sighed, cracked her knuckles, stretched out her back and began scanning the horizon. There wasn’t a lot to do in the ruined remnants of that once-proud city, but there were certainly others out there like it, and given how her size was constant, they were effectively brand new playgrounds for her to waste even more time in! Maybe, she thought to herself, she’d find a new giant to play with, one that could satisfy that burning desire within her that had yet to be satisfied…

That settled it; with a smile on her face, the giantess began marching her way to the outskirts, already spotting the suburbs off in the distance. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on all those perfectly geometrically arranged houses and upturn everything they stood for, maybe even use them as bricks in some construction projects while their owners battled with one another over attention they would never receive. It’d be a great way to wait for the hours to pass before growing bored again… or would be, if not for the timely appearance of a series of military vehicles!

There were so many waiting for her that she… honestly wasn’t surprised. Looking back, most of the city was destroyed and large chunks of it were on fire, so it wasn’t that out of the ordinary for the army to be called in. She couldn’t even see each individual soldier; they all melted into one big camo-coloured blob, with only the trucks and tanks really catching her attention. Around her were helicopters, buzzing like annoying flies and drawing much of the same reaction out of the lizardess: without even thinking, she swatted them away, ending up slamming into one with the back of her hand and sending it flying onto the ground, thus prompting an immediate reaction out of the assembled forces.

Poor things honestly thought their weapons could do anything against her. Bullets bounced off her scales, while anything heavier simply made a small dimple on her skin before losing momentum and falling onto the ground. Even a chance airstrike failed to do anything but give her a nice tan, with most of the “damage” being to how clean she was; given the amount of ash flying around, the lizardess was due for a good shower in a nearby body of water.

This, naturally, led to a bit of a confusing reaction on the part of the military personnel assembled there, most of whom stared in slack-jawed disbelief at how little their guns did. They had been expecting a slam dunk, what with their target being all organic and squishy and really soft, and instead got a very annoyed-looking giantess tapping her foot on the ground and letting them know, in no uncertain terms, that what they had done was very rude… by flipping them off with both hands. She had a way with words, that one.

Secretly though, she wasn’t mad; quite the contrary in fact. Being intercepted by military machines and then having them fail to even so much as scratch her was part of the fantasy, and really one of the main reasons she was even doing anything at all that day. To see mortal kind’s best shot wasted so completely on a body as glorious as hers was something akin to a dream, and the sheer amount of schadenfreude she was experiencing at that moment would be enough to power a whole city for the entirety of existence… if she hadn’t just turned it into one big pile of rubble, of course. With a single swipe of her tail, most of the vehicles assembled were either broken into scrap metal or sent flying, with another one being enough to clean up whoever was left. Two gestures, barely any effort put into them, and the way was clear again; unless they wanted to nuke her, then she was free to take on the world. And even if they did… who’s to say it would work? Guns failed, heavy caliber cannons did too, and even bombs accomplished nothing. She was invincible, untouchable, and the whole world would soon know it. The lizardess couldn’t even contain herself, and soon enough was cackling maniacally at the thought of taking over the planet, her little outing turned into a grand tale of domination and conquest, where all would witness the true might, power and glory of the great-

“Aleksi?”

The door behind her opened, and suddenly everything was terrible.

“Aleksi, why are you playing with the model city again?” the lynx asked her, sounding terribly confused, “And why are you naked?”

“I dunno Tim, why are you walking into my bedroom without knocking?!” Aleksi fired back, covering her chest up before turning around.

“I did, you didn’t answer!” - the lynx took a few seconds to observe what was going on. The nude roomie, the small-scale model of the city that happened to be completely ruined, as well as the conspicuous blush on Aleksi’s cheeks all combined to form a single plausible scenario within the feline’s mind, one that left them very happy indeed - “You know, if you wanted to do this for real, I could help you with that.”

“Oh my god, shut up!” Aleksi screamed, her blush stronger than ever before, “I don’t want to go around destroying buildings, that’s silly, I was just… you know!”

“I actually don’t!”

Tim really wanted to hear how the lizardess was going to explain the fact she was playing around the model city while entirely nude; they were sure it was going to be one hell of a rationalization, like that one time she claimed that her looking at herself in the mirror while trying on push-up bras was just “morning stretching exercises”. Instead of words, however, the lynx received a t-shirt to the face, with Aleksi groaning something incomprehensible before throwing all of her clothing onto her intruder, who by that point was laughing so hard they could barely breathe. This gave her an opportunity to slink out and go into the bathroom, where she totally wouldn’t be thinking about the offer the cat had made her.

It’d be disingenuous to claim she didn’t want to take it. In fact, it might very well be a flat-out lie… but she couldn’t trust herself not to completely lose control, not after what just happened in her imagination. Given the power to rule over the city, she was sure to wreck it and go mad with power.

… and what was so bad about that?