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Lilligant's Throne (Mini)
🕑 Added 2021-10-18 09:44:19 +0000 UTC[Due to so many of my major projects being in early stages of creation, I've decided to fill the gap by uploading a few mini-stories I recently wrote as requests for a reader. Please enjoy these little snacks! They may be just a few paragraphs long, but I think the details are rich and worthwhile~
The following story features a giga-sized anthropomorphic Lilligant, with themes of destruction/crush and butt crush.]
She had watched them for some time, suspending her desires, teasing her interests. The metropolis was a marvel achievement from humanity's perspective, and a tempting tile of construction that would make perfectly for a throne to the Lilligant hovering high above its skyscrapers. She laid out for a mile south of the city, stretched into a mountain range that she lounged into a valley of, as if making her curvaceous form one with the landmass. When she curled forward with greater intrigue, another mountain of its own right rose in the horizon behind her -- her most queenly asset, her royal rear, prime and plump with such weight that the weather of the peaks trembled under its quivering of anticipation.
A lullaby of a low giggle haunted the panicked population as the mouthless goddess stood up to her full, unabashed height. Lilligant was eager as she twirled halfway around, her hands joined at her heart, her bountiful backside taking aim. She felt their stares riding up her leafy skirt, taking time to consider their grounded angle -- she digested their fear and despair not out of sympathy, but to empower her sense of worth. It drove her into a fluster to believe these creatures -- “Pitiful… deeply unfortunate things,” she cooed to them earlier -- were desperate to escape her sitting; surely there were mobs piling over each other, crowds flooding out of buildings, while others were struck staring at the night sky as her rear consumed it. She felt the electric touch of spotlights beaming at her roundness, illuminating the twin meteors that would destroy their civilization, and she made sure it was the center of attention, dropping her hips to tease the city with a demanding closeness.
A moan escaped Lilligant, her arousal tipping over. Without further delay, her bombastic ass made impact. Waste was laid universally to the metropolis; every street and alley, every business and residence, every park and landmark. A green, unavoidable roundness conquered all, turning the once lively location into flattened fragments. The final roar of horror from the hundreds of thousands of civilians was overpowered by Lilligant’s gasp of pleasure. Whatever had survived in the thin parameter surrounding her heart-shaped landing was quickly caught in the subsequent grind as the queen massaged her greatness into the city limits; stragglers of life fled from pinches of fat that bulldozed their communities remorselessly, no better able to stop the butt’s tsunami-sized dance than any of their prized skyscrapers had been.
Lilligant was situated and comfortable, her tension released and her ego stroked. An entire civilization of nearly a million people had been vanquished by her decision to sit upon them. As she crossed one leg over the other, she cherished the momentousness of her existence, giggling in anticipation of where else humanity might have prepared a worthy cushion for her.
