title: Atlas Tugged aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Cheator] id: [45896660] date: 星期六, 十月 15日 2022, 5:11:20 下午 modified: 星期六, 十月 15日 2022, 5:15:00 下午

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Atlas Tugged

Author: Cheator Source: Atlas Tugged

Humans were about to enter a new golden age. They’d finally made contact with another race. Not a space fairing one, mind you, but in a parallel universe.

During an accidental experiment, human scientists created a portal between their world and the world of Gigans; a race of anthropomorphic animals. Many shared the same taxonomic ranking as those animals on Earth, but there were a variety of species; Dogs, cats, elephants. Just about every animal on Earth was represented on Gigan. Some were bigger, some were smaller. Some more advanced, some less. Altogether, a peaceful society.

While the gigans were a simpler race, with much less advanced level of technology, they were friendly, engaged, and very accommodating. On a weekly basis, the humans would open the portal to run an exchange of ideas and culture. As time went on, it became clear that they’d reached their limit of what they could share over verbal communication. It was time to cross the threshold physically.

Experiments improved the interface between dimensions to allow material to pass through. The difficulties, of course, were related to keeping the portal in one place while the power scaled up, not to mention the electricity challenges. Breakthroughs were frequent, but the work took months.

The day before the inaugural visit of the humans, the team of scientists were doing a dry run. The last thing they wanted was for the trip to go poorly, or for any loss of life. Everything had to be in perfect working order. As the test began, some readings weren’t within the specifications the team expected. At first it wasn’t a cause for an alarm, but it eventually became clear that both sides of the portal were drifting from their targets on both sides. They all agreed to shut down the experiment, but for some reason, they couldn’t.

Atlas was where he was most days; working in the field. It’s all he knew, really, but he enjoyed his work. In return for his hard labour in the field, he was treated well by his hosts. The Tace family was a farming fox family for generations. And they loved and cared for those that worked on their farm, and extended every benefit of family to Atlas, practically adopting the Clydesdale outright.

Feral horses rarely spent much time around people, but Atlas was raised in the community surrounding the farm and was taken in his teen years. Despite their offer of a room inside the house, he insisted on being in the barn. He liked it there, a rustic setting with bales of hay to lay against. Alone and quiet, for the most part. Even to have this much privacy was a blessing to him, especially since his libido was quite active.

He was a gentle giant to the family, towering over the tallest member by a foot, another good reason for him to be in the barn. He didn’t want to break anything, especially when bending through all the door frames. The only time he spent inside was to shower when the rest of the family was out in the field. He didn’t let on to the Taces, but he was shy about it, embarrassed how he barely fit in the shower. He also enjoyed the freedom of not needing to wear better clothing to maintain decency. Atlas loved the freedom of his loincloth, and the shorts he was asked to wear to family dinners were too tight.

Atlas stopped the work he was doing and wiped the sweat off his brow. The towering horse was almost done for the day, covered in sweat and warmth in the sun. He was still only in his loincloth, as it got too hot most days for anything else. Here too, he had freedom of choice, and always chose his loin cloth. He liked it. Scarlet liked it, too. She’d said many times as she passed by him in the field.

Scarlet. He was daydreaming about her. Her body was incredible, and how she made him feel. He tried not to notice his loincloth lifting as he did, but the cooler air rushed in underneath it and it felt great in the heat.

Finishing his work, he put his tools where they belonged and headed towards the barn. It was cool inside, and he looked forward to daydreaming about Scarlet some more. He always wondered why both she and Mrs. Tace treated him differently than the men of the family. He didn’t mind; they were also so kind and complimentary to him., and paid him plenty of attention.

As he laid down on the cool floor of hay, he heard the barn door open momentarily, and then close. His ears perked up as he leaned forward and waited for whoever entered to show themselves around the obscured corner. He could feel his face heat up into a blush when he saw Scarlet walk over and lean against the stall door, smiling at him.

“Hey big fellah” The Vixen said to him, motioning for him not to get up. She was in her usual work attire; a plaid shirt tied into a knot just below her bountiful chest, exposing her soft looking white furred belly. The shirt was matched with her daisy dukes. The frayed ends of the legs didn’t even make it past the descending V of her tight crotch, and cementing her into a classic farmer’s daughter look. Her getup always revealed a lot about her, and it was clear that she enjoyed showing off her body, at least to Atlas anyway. He was often awestruck as she passed by, or when she caught his glance out in the field.

Scarlet sighed and leaned against the gate, looking sad and distracted, “Hope you don’t mind me coming to visit you, Atlas. Mama and I had a bit of a fight and I just needed an ear to bend. I reckon’ you don’t mind”. Her southern drawl was familiar, but always exaggerated when she was trying to get her way with him. And she knew it worked. A simple bashful blink or a cute comment and he’d always help her out.

Atlas frowned and nodded. He didn’t have many problems in his life, so helping Scarlet get through tough times made him feel useful, and close to her. The Clydesdale sat up as she came over beside him and sat on the hay next to him. He watched in surprise as she sighed, sidled up next to the much bigger horse, and laid her head on his still sweaty chest. She reached for her arm and draped it over his abs as she got cozy with her friend.

A broad arm appeared behind her and pulled her in close to him. He didn’t know what to do except to hold her close and let her know she was loved by him. Not to mention the feeling of her warm body, her compressed tits against his chest, and the feel of her soft fur made his heartbeat quicken.

Scarlet would come to visit him in the barn often. She’d come in and talk to him for hours about her life, her thoughts, how she enjoyed the farming life, even talking about how nice he was, and cute. But she’d never laid next to him, on his own bed, for that matter. It was in her nature, though; she was a hugger. And any excuse to be close to her made Atlas a happy horse.

“Its just that mama doesn’t understand. I’m young! I should be able to see any guy I want at school, you know? Then she starts yammerin’ about being responsible. UGH! I just wanna have FUN, mama!” The young vixen spoke for minutes without even looking up at him. Just venting about her budding teenage relationships and school drama.

The silent giant flicked his ears in response and nosed the top of her head lightly, listening… not fully understanding, but knowing that he was helping her by being there. Listening. The lives of non-ferals seemed way too complicated. Why couldn’t everyone just enjoy themselves working in the field all day like him?

His mind struggled to stay on task, however. A beautiful woman was laying next to him, running her hands slowly over his chest and abs, her warm, soft fur brushing his side; he could even feel her generous chest expand as she got closer, more comfortable against him. It was a blissful feeling.

Atlas had never tried to pursue her affection; he’d never wanted to upset his family. But he couldn’t help but crave her attention. And her being here, beside him, her smaller frame (by more than a foot and a half) practically in his arms. He had to suppress thoughts as not to give her the wrong idea. Atlas didn’t know what a crush was, but if he did, he’d know he had one on her.

Scarlet sighed deeply and laid her head fully on his peck. She didn’t seem to mind the sweat, likely as she was sweaty herself from a good day’s work. She still somehow smelled nice; like flowers or honey. “Of course, none of those boys are sweet like my big cute Atlas, are they?”

The big brown hoss squirmed underneath her, blushing at hearing the compliment. His heart was aflutter, his powerful heart was racing. His broad chest rose and fell quicker, but he wasn’t sure she noticed it at all. His eyes were focused on the top of her head, and he could see her eyes were closed. It was seeming like he was in the clear, and his hand ran down her back. He joined her in, closing his eyes and leaning back.

“Wow… Is that… for me?” she whispered and lifted her head off of his chest.

Opening his eyes, her large friend gave her a confused look. He could see she was looking down towards his feet, and followed her gaze. It was immediately clear what she meant… his loin cloth had lifted a bit as flood had flowed into his dick. The thickness was obvious; he was indeed hung like a horse.

The vixen stared for a moment in awe. She’d seen glimpses of his hardons in the past, and she’d even laughed about it to herself. Whenever her mom bent over to get something from a bottom drawer, or wore something low cut; he’d quickly leave the house and go to the barn. Even when her friend Allison was over and flirted with him, he’d immediately had to hide. It was always so cute to see. But it didn’t help her curiosity.

She recalled one time she got out of the shower, wearing only a small towel. She exited the bathroom and both of them were startled to see each other. The horse looked so nervous he didn’t shower till the next day.

Eyeing the impressive semi tent (he had to be massive, certainly bigger than any of her ex’s), she bit her lip and pondered in the silence for a moment. The southern girl immediately knew what she wanted to do.

She sat up further on his chest and pressed her muzzle to his, watching his eyes. He seemed shocked and nervous, like she’d caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. She met his adorable expression of shame with a slight smile, doing her best to disarm him. “Its ok, Atlas. I like it~” her voice was low, husky and coated with drawl.

His big brown eyes lit up suddenly as he felt her finger gently run over the base. He didn’t know it, but she was measuring it by feel, eager to get a look at it.

A gasp erupted from his maw as she opened her hand and tried to grab it through the material of his loincloth. It was too big around for her to grip, but she rubbed it lightly, anyway.

“Maybe I’ve been looking for a good boy in all the wrong places, do you reckon?” She smiled more and kissed his nose lightly.

His heart was racing like he’d just plowed a field in under 5 minutes. Atlas’ eyes were locked to hers, his expression moving from shame to absolute shock. And then to one of endearment. He blushed in response to her kiss and started to pant while she gently teased the base of his cock. It continued to rise and rise, filling out and lifting the cloth as it went. A shy knicker let her know he was ok if she never stopped doing what she was doing. It was something he’d never had before; someone touching him… pleasuring him.

Scarlet, meanwhile, was in a giddy awe. She’d always had an eye for their handsome farmhand. His sweetness and gentle nature was a big attraction for her, not to mention how hot he was. Some of her dreams had even involved him. She didn’t think he’d ever let her be this close with how nervous he’d always been around arousal. But here she was, rubbing the biggest dick she’d ever touched, and watching him enjoy it. “Mmmm… that good hoss? Want me to pet some more?” She giggled cutely and watched his eyes go half lidded and felt a rumble of his massive frame.

Playfully, the cheeky vixen sat up more to give him a better view of her cleavage, her shirt unbottoning naturally from the strain. Despite him not saying anything, she took the strong flex of his dick as a compliment. His eyes were locked on the fleshy orbs. Wait, is he drooling?! She bit her lip and pulled up his loincloth to reveal that cock of his. Her eyes darted down quickly, but then she couldn’t help turning her head to give it a better look.

“Wow… you ARE a big boy aren’t you…?” She blushed, watching it sway while it kept growing. She quietly added, “Might have to do some yoga if we go further.”. There was a hint of worry in her voice, but she wasn’t swayed. She quickly regained her senses and grabbed the cock, rubbing her hand all the way up and down now. The fully erect mammoth swayed and flexed, a steady stream of pre now running down the underside.

Both were drunk on the sexual energy of the room. Too drunk to notice their surroundings changed.

It was dusk in the city of Newton. Just the end of another day when some citizens noticed an odd flickering in the sky. Some described it as a sort of yellow/greenish lightning crisscrossing the clear amber sky.

As the phenomenon increased in frequency, it began to make noise. A deep and thunderous crackling rose to a crescendo. A cacophony of noise and energy blanketed much of the city, leaving those below confused as to what they were looking at.

To the audience that was closer to the line of mountains at the edge of town, they had a less obstructed view. They watched as some kind of portal opened up and consumed much of downtown.

With a final crack of thunder, their elevated view of the city was cut off by a massive horizon of brown. The object that appeared was accompanied by an incredibly powerful quake. Houses shook, glass shattered, sink holes formed as the brief but immense shaking came. And then the shaking stopped.

The citizens slowly stood from the ground, having fallen from the shaking, and took stock of what happened. Where once buildings stood was now a cratered edge of earth, displaced by the grand wall of sheeny brown. But the wall of brown wasn’t just a wall. It looked like muscle. Fur. Sweat. Cloth. It moved and flexed. It was alive.

The city was quickly engulfed in a familiar musk of sweat, with a mix of ...sex? No one up close could quite place everything, but it permeated every bit of air for miles.

On the other side of the city, there was a clearer picture. In the distance, the horizon seemed to be that of brown and white fur, interrupted by vast sections of fabric. Finally taking it all in, they saw they were looking at some kind of giant fox, with the curves of a human woman. The ass was rounded, and perfect despite it’s incredible size. And above the view of those shredded jeanshorts was what seemed like a distant black, phallic pillar.

It became clear to those far enough away what exactly had happened. Two Gigans had been teleported on top of the city, having crushed anything and everything under them, and leaving a crater just as big.

The human civilization immediately learned two things about their Gigan friends that day; first is that there was an impressive size difference between their two species. The second was that their anatomy was shockingly similar.

The vixen felt every inch of the impressive organ. The inedequate hand gently caressed the top and sides, while bouncing the bottom to feel the heft of that monster. She could feel the veins, the pulsing of blood, and the powerful involuntary flexing he did. Even his dick is strong, she thought to herself.

Lost in a trance of arousal, she closed her eyes and kissed him deeply. She felt him struggle to determine how to kiss back, but his mighty tongue soon found its footing. They kissed passionately while she continued to pleasure him.

Getting a better grip now, she hastened her tugging. There was a feeling of power inside her as she sexually dominated the towering horse. Big, muscular… he could crush her with a hug. But he was putty in her hands, and she wanted him to cum for her. She wanted him to ache for her, to want to grope her, touch her, be inside of her… to please her.

Around their ardent kissing, she grinned at the thought of being fully in control of his desires. A thought so distracting that the bright flash of light and rush of cool air didn’t even fully register to her brain.

MSKY Action news had been monitoring a 4 car pileup on the expressway with their helicopter when the lightning started. The pilot’s world grew dimmer when the Gigans appeared, blocking the setting sun on the horizon, and the displaced air required heavy adjustment to stabilize the vehicle.

The pilot watched in shock as they appeared. It took him a moment to recognize the two immense brown walls on either side were thighs. Powerful and strong, the Gigan was clearly much like a horse of Earth, but in an anthropomorphic form. The muscle and sinew were as if a huge body builder had grown to titanic proportions. It was only softened by the fine hair the horse had on his skin.

A rhythmic thunder caused him to look towards the source of the sound. When he did, he nearly lost control of the bird.

He looked up at the towering dick of the male Gigan, and watched as smaller, but equally terrifying hand stroked it. He had no words to describe the scale of their actions. Lifting that dick alone would have taken more heavy equipment that likely existed in their country. But the vixen, or so he assumed, from what little he could see of her, was lifting it and stroking it with ease.

A river of viscous white ran down the base of the organ that outclassed any building their civilization could have built. The pilot quickly realized it was pre, and the titan was well on his way to blowing his load.

His brain was locking up trying to process the magnitude of the lovers it took him a moment to realize that he was in the path of that behemoth. Once it blew, those in the way wouldn’t stand a chance.

SkyFox airlines flight 271 was on approach to the airport when the massive couple appeared on top of it. A moment of shock between the two pilots brought the plane closer and closer to the amorous giants.

Their flight path now took them towards the shoulder of what seemed like a massive Clydesdale horse. The female vixen at on his side had her eyes closed, but might not have even been able to make out the tiny jumbo jet even if they were open.

The passengers out the side window saw them kissing passionately, and watched as her chest heave and pressed into his, slowly pulling down and revealing more and more of her impressive rack. The copilot watched as the edge of her stadium sized nipple came into view, and knew that she was doing it on purpose for the benefit of her horny mate.

Behind the horizon that was the kissing couple, they could also see the bobbing tip of the largest dick ever to exist on the planet. It didn’t take long for them to realize she was playing with his cock and stroking him off.

The pilots were thrust into action when an earth shattering moan erupted from the horse. On the ground windows shattered, many were deafened. Some buildings, already damaged from the initial quake, shook and fell to the ground. Seeing such a casual act cause such devastation was sobering.

Captain Ramirez grabbed the flight controls and pulled up to divert their course from colliding with the vixen’s beautiful, though alien, face. He pushed the throttle all the way back to gain altitude. He knew it was too late to swerve safely, but at least he could climb up high enough to be safe. Though, given ther scale, safe was a relative word.

Rapidly, they ascended and at full speed. But the plane shook violently, hitting choppy air. Ramirez quickly realized that the heat rising off of the lover’s bodies was causing massive updrafts. He held tight to the flight stick but didn’t dare turn. He was forced to pull back on the throttle and level off the plane as not to sheer a wing off from the turbulence.

Getting control back didn’t end the struggle, of course. They’d veered a bit to the right in his quick manoeuvring, and directly in their flight path the vixen lifted her immense, town sized ass in the air. They were on a direct collision course with it. Then… her words. Like the word of god. Each sound vibrating the very air around them.

“MMMM… CUM FOR ME ATLAS. CUM FOR ME~” At the distance they were, they stood no chance. While everyone on the plane was immediately deafened, the plane fared much worse. Both engines erupted as fuel supply systems exploded from the tremendous vibrations. They immediately were powerless and started to fall.

The thermals helped the panicking pilot guide the plane down, but the heavy machine wasn’t a meant to be a glider. Veering from the path of that, admittedly, smoking ass, he turned back towards the horse. The plane was above his lower chest and descending quickly.

The plane’s windscreen was filled with the distant, but fast approaching pillar of the massive giant’s member. Its abrupt swaying only increased as his mate worked harder and harder for it to erupt. He knew he only had one chance to land safely.

Ducking the plane down into a dive, he pulled up just in time for the plane to glide along the soft fur of the horse’s abs. The plane’s excess speed from having gone full throttle to climb slowly crept off, and they slid, bouncing among the powerful, world ending muscles. They came to a stop only 75 feet from the base of that impressively massive pillar. Here, as the pilot set back in his seat and feeling the defeat of his game with fate, he watched a monumental hand job that was quickly coming to an end.

The helicopter pilot was finally at a safe distance above the ankle of the brown beast. But he had to look back, his curiosity and awe was too powerful to not watch. He turned the craft around, giving him a front-row seat as he was powerless to do anything but witness. The whole body of the massive horse tensed, his muscles flexed, a roar erupted from a mile away, as the big guy came for his vixen partner.

Like a cannon that dick flexed, and a massive rope erupted from the tip. A wad of cum the size of 2 city blocks arced up into the air, fighting against gravity until gravity caught up with it, and started to fall. A shadow was cast over the city it covered, and then it hit. The immediate impact looked like it had caused a great quake. Buildings were simply crushed and obliterated under it. The distance specks he watched; cars, buses, humans, they scattered uselessly as a wave of seed crushed them too.

Eventually, the force was slowed by friction, and a new lake was formed. That was just the first rope.

Another rope obliterated the justice building and the surrounding blocks. Schools, malls… anything was swallowed up by the wave of cum and wash away as if it wasn’t there, only coming to rest in the crater it made.

Rope after rope covered much of the city between his legs, before thankfully, his climax came to an end. The immense dick softened in the grip of the vixens hand, followed by a thunderous giggle from her. She got what she asked for, leaving the city below decimated, not to mention emasculated.

Scarlet grinned and pulled from the kiss, panting hard. She looked down at his cute, soft eyes and blushed, slowly climbing up to straddle him. She didn’t notice an almost fully fuelled passenger jet get crushed against the material covering her pussy when she settled down on his abs. She did, however, notice the softening dick press against the soft fur of her butt cheek.

“Mmmm… Good boy~. I think we’re gonna have to do this again, hon. But this time… it’s my turn.” She giggled...and stopped.

Perking her cute fox ears and looking around, she noticed the barn was gone. Her eyes looked down at weird formations on the ground under them, looking like a city but on an immensely tiny scale. Her body shifted so he should she could get a closer look. Her hand crushed a large section of the city while she leaned forward on top of Atlas to get a better view.

It took a moment, but her jaw dropped. All she could do was ask “What in sam hill…?” and didn’t realize that it was her immense voice, and gust of her breath that toppled the buildings below.