title: Atlas' Crush aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Cheator] id: [49306682] date: 星期六, 十月 15日 2022, 5:11:20 下午 modified: 星期六, 十月 15日 2022, 5:20:47 下午

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Atlas' Crush

Author: Cheator Source: Atlas' Crush

The city of Framingham wasn’t used to storms being at such high elevation. The mountain city was more used to grappling with cold weather and snow ins.

Despite their inexperience, those who were awake to watch the storm knew it wasn’t a normal one.

The sky was covered in what could be mistaken for norther lights, if it wasn’t for the off colours and escalating glow. What started as a small spot in the sky began to spread quickly and covered the entire city.

With the same brightness of a sunny day, the city was cast in light while the air hummed and crackled around them. The citizens that were abruptly woken up began to worry and wonder what it could be. What caused it. Fully unaware, of course, that distant scientist on another continent was working on his advanced new teleportation device.

The bustle of panic was drowned out by the loud vibrating hum that came to a peak… and suddenly it stopped.

The air around the mountains began to cool, the absence of light returned, save for the moon that lit up the crater where the city once stood.

The next afternoon, scouting forces were sent in to discover why the city had stopped communicating with them, only to find a city sized crater, absent of any clue what happened to the city that once stood there.

Framingham was once again cast in light, but not anything resembling the sun. The sky, once blue, was now brown. A barrier many miles up replaced what was once open sky, showing a texture not unlike wood. Except so vast that no tree could ever have produced that much wood.

The air was different too. The fresh mountain air was no more, but instead a permeating smell of dust and hay was persistent and everywhere.

Beyond the borders of the city laid a dark brown surface with a familiar and worn sheen. And beyond that, a sheer drop. They were on top of some kind of surface, maybe another mountain. The high up view granted a better view of the distance, however. And that was more problematic.

In the vast distance, far enough it was a tad blurry through the dark and dust filled light, laid a wall many miles long. A wall of brown on a bed of golden sticks. This wall could span a small province, interrupted in colour by only a few streaks of white, and that of a black.

It took time, but eventually it all became clear. The city was now in a massive barn, too large for their planes to explore quickly. The surface they were on was on was some kind of nightstand, though warn after years of use, and were against the wall of a stable within the barn.

The most worrying discovery was the large wall of brown. They determine that it was a massive living being, one that resembled a human with legs, arms, a head...but that also resembled a horse with a tail, not to mention the muscular definition. However most concerning was that he was simply massive. Multiple miles tall. One of his hands was almost large enough to cover the entire city.

Tensions rose as news spread of their predicament. What would happen when they were discovered? Would he even notice them? Was he hostile? And how did they get there?

Atlas woke up with a stretch and a yawn. He always woke up happy and with a smile on his face. After all, the Taces took such great care of him, and it brought him joy to give back where he could around the farm.

He stood slowly and lumbered heavily towards his nightstand, not caring his morning wood still had him at half mast. His black loincloth always had him feeling liberated, even if he should wash it more. Or shower more for that matter.

The horse walked up to his table to blow out his candle when he noticed something different on its surface. He bent in half to get a closer look.

This was it. It was armagedon.

The titanic beast rose to his full and terrifying height. Even laying down their estimates were low. He was large for his size, which only made his shadow cover them more quickly.

In a daze the inhabitants watched, frozen with fear, as the horse/man’s earth shattering steps brought him to the table. The powerful legs were a sight to see, as was the rest of his form. But the most distracting part was the partly tented loincloth that swayed with each step, and collided with his strong thighs.

Soon the city was right under him, his face obscured by his morning wood. A few underneath caught glimpses of what he was packing under the city sized cloth, but no one stuck around long enough to get a good look. They all ran for cover.

As his thighs stopped their approach, the wall of brown and black, practically the width of a mountain range, the wind of the displaced air swept in. What once was the hanging scent of barn was now one of day old sweat and sex. Windows fogged, a number of citizens coughed and struggled to breathe through the now, thicker, air. He was a force in both size and scent, unfortunately for those below.

The titanic horse seemed to notice them however, and looked down. The seconds he looked down at them felt like minutes. As if he was contemplating how to end them. But his face betrayed this theory, eventually show a cute smile a mile above them.

His face zoomed down like a meteor and covered the city even more, only now lit by the candle high above them on the wall. His large eyes scanned the tiny inhabitants, not that they could be made out too well for someone so big.

Just as everyone thought it was all over, the massive being huff, sending a powerful gust of wind down on the city (and enough to blow out the candle) before he stood up, and turned.

Everyone watched with bated breath as an incredible massive ass became their horizon, and he walked off out of the barn.

His big eyes looked around at the tiny grey brown and shiny things. This was the prettiest one he’d seen yet.

He still wasn’t sure if they were bugs or something else, but for the last couple of weeks they started appearing in places whenever he woke up. The first one was on his chair that he sat on without noticing. The other two were on the floor and half crushed before he noticed.

But Atlas was always a live and let live kind of horse. They didn’t bother him and he thought they were really nice to look at. Though that one on the chair really made him feel good too. The feeling of his nuts crushing ...well whatever they were stuck in his mind.

A powerful huff out of his nostrils accompanied him standing up and turning his back to it. Despite his new company, it was time to get to work. Maybe he’d see Scarlet today out on the field! He always liked those days.

The hard varnished surface the city rested on rumbled, as it commonly did at this time of day. The soft tremors crescendoed in their violence, and the people of the small, helpless city began their usual panic.

Thought it’d been days since they’d arrived through the strange glow, none were used to the gigantic world they were faced with. Many were in a constant state of despair or fear. But that only worsened when the giant horse got close.

The massive door in the distance opened with a boom, the displaced air rushing around the small buildings, buffeting the helpless onlookers and sending them flying backwards. The smell of his now familiar musk from a hard day in the field was carried with it.

For those within the skyrises overlooking the city, they were protected from the wind. They laid their eyes on the towering titan, his well formed physique. He wore his usual, loose fitting loin cloth, only allowing a shadow of the beast below it to be revealed, not that it was a secret that he was packing. Each thunderous steps snuck glimpses of the outline of his horse hood colliding with his thighs.

For the past 3 days they watched the sweaty, tired giant lumber back to his bed of hay and pay no mind, often focused on himself. Today, something seemed different, however. Lumbering into the stable he seemed distracted, a bit flustered. Those who were more familiar with animal behaviour might even find he was...blushing?

Helicopters from the local Army division had lifted off when he arrived. Despite them remaining undisturbed and barely noticed by the towering horse, the local detachment was on high alert when he made his return.

The tiny helicopter containing 3 humans hovered around the corner of the table and reported back the visuals.

“Base, this is eagle one. Our subject has returned. Please advise”

“Eagle one this is Hammond. Can you confirm the subject is following his usual routine?”

“Yes sir I… wait. Sir he seems to be holding place near the door.” The Lieutenant frowned and sat up in his heli seat. “It seems like hes uh...thinking sir? I’m unsure.” The officer shook his head, trying to clear out the voices of doubt that surviving this situation would be possible. “What the fuck are you doing big guy?”

“Eagle one your mic is hot. Keep the channel clear of chatter” The base squawked back.

The lieutenant grumbled as he turned off his box switch and looked back up at the titan. Except he seemed a lot bigger. Looking up and up towards the massive host’s face his jaw dropped.

“Sir hes ...looking right at us. Hes… hes heading our way.”

Atlas was distracted as he entered his barn. Scarlet had indeed been in out working the farm. It took a lot of effort not to stare, especially when she’d bend over. He’d never make assumptions, but it was almost like she was trying to get him to come over and whisk her off to his bed.

Closing the door he stopped for a moment, thinking about how the attractive vixen was dressed. Her tied shirt accentuated her great bust, and her cut off jean shorts gave everyone a full view of that amazing ass.

But he was a gentleman. The feral horse could never bring himself to do anything like that. After all, what message would that send to the Taces?They take care of him, and it’d be awful to take advantage of that.

It didn’t change the fact that he was still horny though. Biting his lip he looked around the barn… wondering how he could fix this. That's when he remembered his discovery on the nightstand a couple of days ago. His eyes fixated on the tabletop where the city rested… and bit his lip.

At the edge of the city where once was a mountain lookout not looked out the expanse of the barn stall turned bedroom. Hundreds of brave citizens had gathered to watch the daily entrance of what could only be described as a god.

Many of the crowd had started to expect to be forever ignored by the new deity, and that hope had bolstered many spirits. That hope, however, was shattered when the horse looked over at their puny cityscape.

Immediately as his gaze fell upon them, the crowd started to scream and panic. Most people turned tail and started running back to their puny homes, where some stayed to watch him take a purposeful step towards him, and then another.

The force of the quakes knocked them all down. Despite the casual looking gait, his incalculable weight shook their small lives with an incredible force.

As he stepped up to the worn nightstand, his gaze continued to lock on the city, looking down the vast landscape that was his chiselled body, unaware of the view the waist high city was getting.

Large walls of muscled brown fur framed the whole tabletop. The city was immediately covered by the sweaty musk. The wind carried proof of his hard days work in the field, enough to fill every bit of air for the little humans. Some struggled to breathe through the thick warm air. But there was something else on the wind. Another scent, one they hadn’t witnessed yet.

Those who looked above watched his expressionless face contort a bit into a blush, followed by him biting his lip. A look of hunger, but not for food, was soon what the onlookers were greeted with. That, combined with the new scent allowed the citizens below to start to connect the dots. He was horny…

The thought and dread of his current state was interrupted as the whole city shook once more. Not that his legs had moved, but the outline that was showing under his loin cloth was much more clear now. His healthy girth started to become noticeable, not to mention the length for those still close to the edge.

Back in the helicopter, the Lieutenant was speechless. Seeing the look on his face and his expanding dick was a reminder of just how tiny and helpless they were.

“Eagle one what was that shaking?! We lost 2 buildings in that but we don’t have reports of his feet moving.”

“Sir that...that was his dick. It..it just hit the table.”

A crowd on the second highest building in the city watched on as the big horse ran a finger along the outline of his impressive dick. Before long his hand grabbed the material and tossed it aside.

Another gust of wind hit the city, this time fogging windows from the humidity introduced of his sweaty and growing dick. The part that the inhabitants could see, the length not hidden by the edge of the table told them that he was a grower and a shower. A large black cock bigger and longer than any building their civilization had ever built pulsed with life and grew more and more.

Atlas stepped back a step to let his cock swing upward and sway, now hovering above the city. Almost 1/3 of the city was cast in the shadow of his horse dick, blocking out the view of his face. But the no one was really looking at his face. They were eyeing the hovering dick that was as long as their city was. Wide enough to engulf all of downtown many times over.

The citizens at the back of the city often felt they were more protected. But given that they were now underneath the god-like cock, and looking up at the drooling cockhead, they no longer felt that was true. Slow bubbling and oozing of droplets as large as city blocks began to form as the giant simply stood there and enjoyed his dominating presence.

Back towards the other end of the city, those in higher buildings could glimpse the hefty nuts, demonstrating their weight by once again colliding with the table and shaking them back to reality. Each of those nuts were capable of such incredible destruction. Many wondered just how much cum they’d contain, but everyone knew it was enough. Enough to end them.

Meanwhile, the army had positioned themselves throughout the city. Battery guns and tanks lined the streets aimed upwards at an enemy they weren’t ever prepared to face. The pulsing length bobbed and swayed with the giant’s strong heart beat, putting all of the service men on edge.

In view of the army helicopter, the giant moaned thunderously and ran a finger along his length once more, removing any doubt that he wanted something. Something not a single one could give.

The army men watched as that finger made its way to the end of his length and hooked under the tip, starting to lift the weight. Every heavy lifting vehicle they ever made couldn’t even budge that appendage, but he lifted it with such ease and a single fingertip.

It took the lieutenant a few seconds to formulate what he’d say back to base. Nothing in his training and years of service had prepared him for a horny titan.

“Sir, hes… hes lifting his dick! I.. I think he may be preparing to-” The lieutenant was cut off by General Hammond screaming into his mic. “FIRE! FIRE AT WILL! ALL GUNS, FIRE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!”

The war machines began their assault. A barrage of explosions covered the underside of that black behemoth, pelted by the most advanced munitions they had. Each one enough to decimate a well made house. But to those below, they saw no destruction. Only the bright flashes, the dark smoke, and the heat of the combustion.

The air erupted like thunder as the titan moaned. For those in the shadow of his dick, they weren’t aware of what it was at first. But quickly everyone realized that the titan was enjoying the feeling of the shells hitting the underside of his glans. They had inadvertently pleased their god.

Atlas moaned once more and tilted his head to the side to see the easily obscured city below, blushing more. It felt so GOOD. He was already horny from seeing his favourite vixen in the field, and desperate for release. But he never knew that it’d feel this good.

Without thinking much of it, he let his finger go.

The soldier leading the tanks watched on as what would have decimated a city could only, at best, make a giant horse even more horny.

Under the glans he felt warm from the heat it gave off, and started to feel helpless. The mite-lite human‘s mouth went dry, however, when that all powerful finger moved away, and the mammoth dick entered free fall.

In a matter of second the entire 3 battalions of tanks were wiped out, crushed into nothing but hot goo under the meteoric fat dick landing. Almost 1/3rd of the city instantly was wiped out off the face of the table without a chance in hell of preventing it.

The rest of the city shook like they had never before. The heavy, girthy cock was bigger than average were he their height. But at his size, it was simply too much for anything to withstand it. Buildings exploded outwards from the quake, humans did the same. Others on the outer edges were blown off their feet or injured in the suddenly shaking. But it wasn’t over.

The hefty meat lifted up off the surface, bouncing from the collision and landing again. This time softer, but since the horse had shifted his hips some, the east side was now crushed under him now. The same fate beheld this part of the city, immediately smooshed under the billions of tonnes of dick.

The luckier buildings were not crushed but glued to the underside of his meat, or some even trapped under his foreskin while it quickly rolled back and forth from his flexing.

During the apocalyptic quake the helicopter had struggled to stay afloat, buffeted by the strong winds and scents the giant so casually caused. The soldiers inside were stunned and watched as their entire home city was essentially wiped out. What remained were ruins that were simply unrecognizable. Once strong, proud accomplishments now painted the underside of the horny titans dick.

Slowly, the lieutenant looked from the wreckage below to the big guy’s face. It was a face he knew, one he had had himself when he’d finally gotten his new porno mags from the cigarette shop down the street.

But before the giant could crush the remaining weak buildings, a loud voice shook them all to their very corps. A voice that came from outside the barn door.

Mrs. Tace (often called Mama Tace) gently walked over to the barn with a grin on her face. She knew Atlas was tired after his long days work, and it was high time he got a reward for it. A reward of course, that also benefited her. A few times a month she’d sneak into the barn with Atlas for a long hard fuck. She needed it just as much as he did.

Wearing only a thin sundress that showed her voluptuous figure and endowments, as well as her dark protruding nipples, she spoke with her southern drawl through the barn door to her hunky farmhand and sometimes lover. “Atlas, hunny. You still awake? Wondering if you’re ready for a visit with Mama~”