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Staring It Down (Patreon Commission for Cookiechip54)
🕑 Added 2022-05-10 16:27:27 +0000 UTCTAGS: Perspective Flip, Macro/Macro Growth, Planetary Destruction
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Was it the tenth time that week? They’d lost track.
Things had taken a turn for the bizarre when, some time in the past week, everyone on the planet suddenly became acutely aware that they were all trapped in a temporal loop, courtesy of someone most of them had no idea about until just then. Or rather, time itself was flowing perfectly normally; it was just that this entity, this god of sorts, kept rewinding the clock whenever they were “done” with everything.
The existential dread caused by this could not be understated. The initial shock was enough to keep everyone on a certain amount of healthy denial, but once it wore off, and reality began to set in, the entire population of the planet was suddenly beset by the dreadful realisation that they had most likely been stuck in that loop for far longer than anyone could even begin to understand, trapped by a ruthless god who saw them only as toys to be played with, prey to be devoured, and nothing more.
It all started the exact same way, which led the populace to believe that, in addition to having no care nor concern for the planet or its people, the giant didn’t exactly give too much of a shit about innovating either. It was the greatest insult: their world, their home planet, was nothing more than something to be used up and discarded by an entity so powerful that they could afford to do so and not think twice about it. They were the giant’s disposable sex toy, nothing more, and no matter how much this definitely hit the sweet spot for so many… it was hard to understand why it was happening.
Every day dawned like every other, nevermind how it had likely done so for longer than most of them had been alive until then. Nothing strange or even remotely out of the ordinary occurred; in fact, one could say it was a perfectly normal day, the statistical equivalent of the ocean retreating before a tsunami crashed against the shore. For a few hours after the sun rose in that particular part of the world, which by then had been narrowed down to within a couple thousand miles, life carried on as it usually did; there had been a few occasions, when the giant took a bit longer than expected, where people came to believe that maybe they had broken the cycle, maybe the titan had gotten bored and moved on. Maybe, as they wanted so desperately to be true, they were finally free.
Alas, this couldn’t be further from the truth. The giant was still there; they just knew better than to immediately show themselves, preferring to play with their food instead of going in for the kill. Eventually, the first tremors would arrive, bringing with them the harsh reminder that they were still very much stuck in the cycle, that the snow leopard was about to show himself, and that they were all about to get several eyefuls worth of them in just a few moments.
Somehow, no one ever seemed to spot their new god until they decided to show themselves, and no one quite knew whether this was because they were very good at hiding themselves, or some other, far more sinister reason. Maybe the giant really was warping reality to the point where no one could spot them until they decided it was time; whatever the case, the earthquakes were always the first thing to come, as the titan’s body was wracked by energy releases that spilled onto the outside world and cracked open the very ground itself.
They came rhythmically, matching the heartbeat of the creature responsible for them, first in a small area, then expanding further and further out as their originator grew to increasingly unsustainable sizes. The whole world was going to crack at the end of it, it always did; this that everyone was experiencing was nothing but the prelude, an introduction to what it would be like going forward, at least until the godlike snow leopard decided to start again and put things back where they belonged.
One by one, the shockwaves kept coming, first forcing dust up from the ground, then causing said ground to visibly rumble, then onwards to cracks and fissures, and finally toppling buildings. It was an invisible hammer, pounding on the same spot in sequence, every strike carrying with it more force than the last, until at the very center of it wall, one could see a series of concentric lines of varying height and depth, signaling just how far the titan’s grasp reached. And, in the very middle of it all, the titan himself.
Those who knew him, or at least had thought they’d known him, would never have pegged Cookie as anything more than a regular snow leopard. From what they knew of him, he was just… normal. Normal life, normal job, normal aspirations, normal everything; if anything, the young man was remarkable in how unremarkable they were, blending into the crowd with almost supernatural efficiency and seemingly working towards never standing out. When the cycle’s blindness was broken, and everyone suddenly became aware of it though, this perception was shattered with enough strength to cause those closest to him to reevaluate just about everything they once believed was true.
The Cookie they knew was a lie. A fabricated persona, created by the snep himself with the express intent of keeping everyone in the dark about what he was actually like; never in a million years would anyone guess that he was the one putting everyone through constant resets, and even after ten of them, there were still some who would swear that it couldn’t be him, that it had to be some sort of doppelganger, or that the snep was taken by some other entity. They all knew the truth, but they refused to accept it; it couldn’t be true, because that would mean the nightmare would never be over.
For everyone else, however, none of this meant anything at all; the near totality of all the people on the planet had absolutely no clue who Cookie was, let alone what impact they might’ve once had in anyone’s life. For all they knew, the snep wasn’t even from their world, and had simply chosen to materialise on it for the sake of having fun with it and its inhabitants. All they knew was that, at some point just after lunch, right after the tremors grew powerful enough to start cracking buildings in half, they saw him emerge from the horizon.
At once, everyone saw the same. It was the greatest of ironies that something so destructive would operate on the same optic principles as a rainbow of all things, that no matter where anyone was, they all saw it happen with the same perspective: the snow leopard’s face, appearing from just over the horizon line, rising upwards towards the great blue sky above. His expression varied depending on who looked; some would say it was a gentle smile, others would call it a predatory grin, with most of everything in between and without if the sample was wide enough.
The one certainty was that they were colossal. First came the head, but it had to be attached to something, and something big enough to be seen from miles around, yet only be the start, could only be the herald to a form of truly gargantuan proportions. And so, as the head rose and let the world know what was about to happen, so too did the rest of Cookie’s body emerge, painting the sky grey as his growth began in earnest.
No one quite knew how it happened. On a couple of occasions, the snow leopard actually devoured the little ones below, bringing one of his hands down to scoop up hundreds of snacks and then unceremoniously shoving them down his throats. On the rest, he simply… grew. There was no obvious mechanism for it, nor did anyone ever seem to find the origin for the impossibly vast quantities of energy that would be needed for the titan to grow to the sizes he so effortlessly reached. But the fact was, he did grow, and no matter what anyone did to try and stop it, the process had never even been slowed down.
Everyone’s best guess was that, at some point before the previous ten runs, something had gone right enough to break everyone’s perceptual filter and give them full view over the events, without losing their memories every time. If that was the case, then everyone would’ve much preferred to remain in ignorance, seeing as the experience of seeing one’s planet be torn to pieces on a regular basis was nothing if not intensely traumatising for everyone involved, especially when they were forced into the snow leopard’s body to be absorbed into his growing mass.
But the worst part was that this was only ever the end of it. Maybe if the giant went directly for consumption, then at least people could have some dignity in their final moments: they could fight back, they could kick and scream and writhe as they were dragged down into the pits of hell, they could try and resist. But the snow leopard didn’t care to let his food have any say in the matter, because they weren’t his food; they were his playthings, if even that, and only through association, since the real prize was the planet itself, rather than the people that lived on it.
A create on Cookie’s scale could only ever be satisfied by an equally sizeable toy, and seeing as everyone alive on Earth was but a fraction of a fraction of a percentage point of the snep’s full size, then it stood to reason that he had to find something else entirely to help fill that empty hole where his desires and urges insisted on flowing into. And, lacking anything else to use, that left only the planet itself; the people were collateral.
And as collateral, the snep didn’t particularly care about them, or whatever happened to them, or what disaster might befall them whenever he got around to fulfilling his size fantasies. Honestly, no one was even sure if the titan was even aware that they even existed; while Cookie was definitely a person that other people knew, the way that he acted made it look like they were simply unaware that the planet they were using for stress relief was inhabited. Either that or they just didn’t care, which was… probably likelier.
Whatever the case, after the snep’s full body was revealed, it was time for the destroyer to be unleashed as well. It was the only way anyone could refer to it; an attempt at humour, maybe, in the face of utmos destruction, seeing as it was difficult to square their own self-preservation with the sight of a dick big enough to flatten an entire city while flaccid. It looked entirely out of place on the snow leopard as well: rather than feline, it was equine in appearance, jet black, and seemed constantly throbbing and ready for action, no matter how little the giant himself touched or stimulated it. Indeed, no one seemed to recall a point where it wasn’t fully turgid and dripping with countless gallons of what everyone assumed was pre; honestly, it was hard to keep track of something scientifically when it completely ignored the laws of physics as they all knew it.
One thing was for certain though: it was massive, in the literal sense of the word, as its mere presence was enough to disturb tectonic activity and cause fault lines to go active, and that was before the titan put it to use. It just being there disrupted things to such an extent that many would outright just freeze looking up at the member, their eyes wide open as they tried to take in the full breadth of something their minds kept telling them to “take”, whatever that meant. Not that any would be given the privilege of doing so: that dick was meant for the world, not anyone on it, as everyone would be very quickly reminded of.
Once it was out, it was just a matter of counting down to destruction. The giant began stroking it almost immediately after it surged into everyone’s view, with the member reaching full mast in a matter of seconds; when fully turgid, it reached more than halfway up the titan’s body and spurted with enough pre to make lakes and rivers overflow, or to coat entire city blocks in a several foot-deep layer of thick fluid should those below be especially unlucky.
But it wouldn’t remain as pre for long, nor would it be far away in the sky where it touched nothing and nothing could be ravaged by it. The first few minutes would be nothing but a prelude: those watching would be dumbstruck, trying to comprehend what they were looking at while a colossal snow leopard with a jet-black horse cock pleasured themselves in full view of millions of people. Those watching would see as their whole body began trembling, losing the fight against its own arousal, legs wobbling to a dangerous degree; eventually, the snep would collapse, but to their credit, they did fight it for as long as they physically could, presumably in an attempt at prolonging their self-care session as much as they could.
Even with them standing up though, destruction would be wrought upon the planet below. What were at first mere droplets of pre, even if exceedingly large ones, would become a full flow, as the pressure in the two cumtanks directly beneath the equine shaft rose to a peak and had to find some way of being vented. Thick spurts of the stuff would fire from the flared tip as the giant ran the full length of his cock with both hands, the member visibly twitching and throbbing as more and more blood was pumped into it.
From within the colossus’ throat would come the first noises as well: deep, rumbling, enough to shake the very Earth and cause everyone’s eardrums to feel like they were being punctured by needles. Sonic shockwaves that came with each trembling twitch, with each time the snep spasmed whenever their form was wracked by a particularly powerful pleasure wave. Moans and whines, given freely as if the giant wasn’t in full view of everyone; a stark reminder that he didn’t really care about whether or not he was being watched, that, in comparison with him, everyone else might as well not exist at all.
They were all so tiny that they couldn’t even stand up to his pre, after all. If a single drop was enough to flood an entire city block, now that Cookie’s dick had kicked into proper full flow, he could easily coat a whole downtown area without even thinking about it. Hell, half the time, he did; those living in the nearest city were lucky that, on that cycle, the giant aimed himself away from them, or else their streets and avenues would’ve been turned into canals, covered in enough pre that one could probably sail a cargo ship through them. They’d have the room as well; buildings rarely withstood these onslaughts, crumbling before they even had a chance to resist.
Things crescendoed to a climax, as they should have. It was normal, that much everyone was in agreement: when someone like the titan pleasured themselves, they were supposed to get to a point where they could do so no longer; they would ultimately climax, cover a significant portion of the planet in their seed, and then maybe call it a day after collapsing and flattening a large chunk of a continent, given they were still growing throughout the whole process.
But Cookie was not a storybook giant, nor was he interested in paying lip service to narrative tropes. Cookie was horny, and he wasn’t going to be satisfied with just the basics; at least, that was the way everyone down below chose to interpret it, being entirely unaware of what went through the titan’s mind. For all they knew, there were no thoughts there, and the creature they all lived under the thumb of was a mindless beast guided only by base instincts; for all they knew, they weren’t even sentient, and any display to the contrary was just random chance creating behaviors that looked like they came from a creature in control of their own consciousness.
For the titan everyone looked up at was definitely getting hornier by the moment, but showed no signs of stopping. Even when it looked like they were on the precipice of orgasm, when they had that momentary pause just before their whole body went stiff in preparation for a release, they just kept going regardless; in fact, the longer it went on, the more desperate the snow leopard seemed to get, almost as if he grew further and further distant from a climax the more he worked towards one.
The end result was an insatiable colossus with zero care or concern for his surroundings, who sought only to get off and would do anything to achieve it. Thus, when his hands were no longer enough to get him what he wanted, he had to resort to other methods; methods such as the landscape. By then, he was certainly big enough to do so; the titan’s growth was continuous, seemingly an unstoppable process that just left him continuously larger with every passing second. Even when they stopped, no matter for how little time, their form continued to expand outwards, until them just standing was enough to cause tectonic shifts, and any movements cracked open the planet, leaving fissures wide enough to be seen from low orbit.
Not exactly surprising, given that the snep himself was visible from there as well, and only grew bigger and wider the longer his ascension went on. No one quite knew if him bending over and collapsing onto the ground below was by choice, because he couldn’t handle the horny anymore, or if he had reached an unstable middle ground between just big enough to stand and so immense that they could hop into space and take over the gravity well of Earth. Whatever the case, before the hour was out, an earthquake ravaged through the continent once the state-sized Cookie collapsed onto his knees, followed by a second shockwave produced by his shaft leaving a long crater underneath him, hundreds of miles long.
Those underneath him would then receive their last moment of respite. Beyond that point, it would all go downhill; they’d seen that cycle enough times to know that, once the bucking began in earnest, nothing would stop the giant but his own climax, whenever that turned out to happen. Be it in ten minutes or an hour, it’d be a continuous escalation, leaving the planet and everything on it in ruins as the titan mercilessly used up their homeworld (or at least their preferred toy) and discarded it like a spent rag.
The moment of respite lasted. It lasted for long enough that some grew hopeful: maybe this was it, and the snep was finally satisfied; maybe the cycle had been broken, and everyone would go free, once the colossal feline was done cumming for one final time. And maybe, just maybe, the big cat themselves knew this, hence why they waited for so long to do anything; maybe, he figured, if he allowed the little ones to believe themselves to have gotten away from his grasp, then the snack would be that much tastier once he got to devouring it.
Whatever the case, the respite would end, and with it, any hopes of that cycle being the last one. The world slowed down, time itself turning into thick paste as the giant pulled back, his rump higher in the air in preparation for the first thrust. It was a surreal sight; were it not for the fact that this had already happened at least ten times that everyone remembered, they would’ve chalked it up to some sort of hyper-realistic holographic advertisement.
By then, Cookie existed not as a physical entity, but as backdrop, much like distant clouds in a clear blue sky. He didn’t really exist; he was just painted against the blue, taking up space like a poorly photoshopped image made by someone with size fantasies bigger than their technical capabilities. Even those directly underneath him, and thus had already received the full brunt of the impact, couldn’t really wrap their heads around what they were supposed to think about it; surely, this couldn’t be real. It was impossible.
But when the titan rolled his hips, when he began the final stretch of his marathon to physically fuck the planet itself, any doubts remaining as to the veracity of his existence would be obliterated. Only something very real could ever cause that level of devastation; only something dreadfully real could utterly destroy so much land in such little time. Only something real could excavate countless tons of dirt in a single motion, along with stone, ores, and whatever else happened to be in the way of the snep’s cock when he plunged it into the earthen depths.
Were he to pull back, anyone watching from above would see an enormous stretch of barren rock where the giant used to be, pockmarked with hotspots where magma had been forced up to the surface as a result of seismic upheaval. That single thrust had been enough to carve out a canyon deeper and wider than any that existed on the planet, enough that plenty of debris ended up in orbit, with the remainder having been super-compressed and left to form the now-smooth walls of the groove where Cookie could keep his dick in utmost comfort.
But he didn’t pull back, was the point. Or rather, he did, but only just enough that he could thrust yet again, driving more of the planet into space, gouging an even deeper wound into the surface, and ending up breaking through to the upper mantle. The earthquakes caused by this were felt throughout Earth, to say nothing of whatever used to be in the way of his shaft, pulverised and atomised several times over; the whole globe had been alerted to the last stage of their new god’s cycle, and now, there was nothing to do but wait.
Wait until the titan found his rhythm, and began bucking in earnest. The first thrust was always experimental, the second one meant for habituation. The third would mark the beginning of the end, and from there on, counting was pointless; Cookie had both his hands on opposite sides of Earth, cracking ten different spots and causing both quakes and tsunamis as a result, with his dick right in the middle of it all, going deeper and deeper with each time the snow leopard bucked his hips, his cries of almost pained pleasure inaudible now that he’d grown enough to breach the boundaries of space.
From there, destruction reigned. If the ascent towards the heavens took most of the cycle, the final blow would only last for a couple of minutes; to a certain extent, the little ones on the planet couldn’t really blame their resident titan: if they were ever big enough to literally spear through the whole world with their dicks, they’d probably go mad with lust as well. Alas, they were also the ones stuck dealing with the catastrophe as it unfolded, and they were the ones who had to watch as more and more of their sky was replaced with light gray of the snow leopard’s fur, obscuring the sun and plunging the whole planet into darkness.
Perhaps it was for the better. That way, at least, they couldn’t see what was happening; a blissful few minutes of ignorance where everyone could say their final prayers and beg for mercy from the colossus above them, only to be ignored on both counts. Darkness before the new dawn, when they’d wake up on their bed, at the same time as earlier that day, knowing that they were destined to be destroyed yet again. But it was darkness regardless, so they could close their eyes and nothing would change; the sounds were still there, of the ceaseless pounding and the cracking of the planet, of the gusts of wind created by shifting masses of air and the impending eruption of the core as it was filled to the brim with cat spunk.
A nonsensical thought, yet nothing but the whole truth, which brought no end of enjoyment to a great number of people. Why should they care? They’d just wake up again the following morning, just like they had the other ten times, just like they likely had so many before; maybe they were always trapped in that cycle, and everything they believed they had lived had been one big prank played on them by an uncaring god who only saw them as sideshows to the main meal. Even if that wasn’t the case, did it even matter? They were stuck reliving the same day, again and again, so they might as well just sit down and learn to take it.
Over time, the end approached. With the planet’s center being made denser by way of the ludicrous quantities of seed already firing from Cookie’s shaft, the true climax was never delivered on the interior; be it due to a need for a freer release, or some last act of malicious self-indulgence on the cat’s part, the titan always pulled out at the last second. Few got to see it; after all, those closest to the impact site would’ve been wiped clean by the giant snow leopard having forced his cock into the middle of the Earth, and by the time those further away had their perspective aligned properly, it was too late for them to witness their coming doom.
A flood. Not of water, unfortunately enough, but a flood regardless, one to wash away the planet of all its presumed sins. None heard Cookie when the final grunt escaped from his lips; it would be forever lost to the vacuum of space, stuck there in the nothingness where only the giant snep himself would ever know of it. But they all saw what came of it, even if they could never tell the origin point: the mass of off-white heading towards them, wherever they may be, at a velocity too high for their fight or flight response to even begin to kick in.
In a single instant, everything directly in front of where Cookie was pointed would be obliterated; the pressure was simply too high for whatever was there to stand up to the tide, at which point it would cease to be, reduced to its base atomic components and then having those bonds broken until nothing was left but the most fundamental of particles. The blast radius stretched outwards still, encompassing an increasing amount of the planet’s surface, leaving behind nothing but a desolate stretch of blank, a uniform coating looking like someone had taken a paint roller to the surface of the world.
And with each load came a twitch, with each twitch Cookie’s grip grew tighter; it wouldn’t take long before the cracks created by his fingers deepened and widened, as he reached further in at the same rate as he grew bigger yet. It wouldn’t be long before the very globe itself, by that point nothing but a barren rock stripped of almost all life, was cracked open like an egg, its insides spilling forth in mesmerising, tendril-like patterns. And from there, only one thing could ever be done.
By that point, few remained that were alive still, and these wouldn’t last for much longer: with barely any atmosphere clinging to the broken remnants and barely any real planet left to speak of, these souls would be left to witness as their new god kept spasming in their post-climax state, a wide and beaming grin on their face. They would watch as the titan grew limp… for a moment; and from there, they would watch as Cookie awoke, his eyes scanning his surroundings as if looking for something.
It was only at this point that the feline seemed to become truly aware of what he had done, though judging by his expression, there was no real regret as much as there was annoyance. It almost felt like he was disappointed in himself, not for having broken his toy, but for having done so in just one go, rather than phasing his fun out over time. But, being a god, he could always fix that; it could be that he was just playing mind games with whoever was left to watch, or maybe he was genuinely heartbroken that he still hadn’t managed to keep the planet intact for more than a single go.
Whatever the case, his would his fingers, and suddenly, it was the… eleventh time? They’d lost track.
Another run of the cycle, another attempt by the snep at containing himself such that he could use the planet for stress relief once again without needing to reset things. Another run of the cycle, and the little ones on the surface of Earth were left to ponder just how long it would, if it would even end, and if they were all trapped in some kind of collective hell; maybe this was their punishment for the sins of the modern world, or some kind of cruel joke at the universe’s expense. But as the tremors began anew, as the clocks kept running and everyone prepared themselves for another growth spurt, a fewer and fewer number now believing it to be the last one, there was only one certainty in their minds:
They were nothing but spectators. Whatever happened, the snow leopard was the star of the show, and the planet his stage; anyone else was just there, there to watch as it all took place, powerless to stop or change it. Pawns, really, extras for the backdrop and nothing more.
And it would keep happening.
