This choice: An unlucky small town set directly below his behind. • Go Back...Chapter #7An unlucky small town set directly below his be... by: SuperWaffles   There was a relatively small town hidden within the dense blades of grass. It was normally a quiet, uneventful section of the grassy patch. However that peace would now be broken, shattered as Grahm neared.
Those within the tiny, micro sized town would look up to see the titanic horse take bites of the grassy covering overhead, easily ripping it up before casually chewing on it. The miniature town was now left completely exposed. The micros within began to panic, many of them worrying what would become of them and their homes. Would the titanic stallion eat them as well? Would he simply crush them underhoof? Whatever was to come, there was nothing they could do to stop it.
Fortunately for them, the monolithic Clydesdale's head lifted up, pulling away to leave the micros be. The collective of micros knew they weren't safe just yet, but it was better than having a colossal horse's mouth hanging overhead. But now came the next threat, the god-sized horse's hooves. The living mountain that was Grahm began to move, his front hooves shifting and flying through the air as he took a simple step. The micros within the town could only look and gaze in awe as they witnessed the titan above them simply move forward. One hoof would fly through the air, the speed slowed down from their diminutive perspective. It would soar through the sky while dropping giant boulders of dirt and crud down onto the ground below. Lucky for the micros of this specific town, the hoof was not directly over them, sparing them from the onslaught of falling debris.
A deep shadow was cast over the town as the massive horse's body began to block out all light from above. The stallion created an eclipse for the town, and for many other villages and cities of course, all from his body alone. Those within this tiny town were all focused on the colossal god walking overhead. All they would see would be the stallion's sky high underside.
As Grahm continued his way forward, the micros were met with the sight of the stallion's manhood hanging far above. The giant Clydesdale's bits were impressively large, even for his own massive frame. The tip of the mighty stallion's cock peeked out of the sheath, giving the micros on the ground a hint about the rest of the monster that lay resting inside. Behind the sheath were two full, enormous balls. The uneven orbs sagged and hung low, causing them swing with every weighty step the behemoth took.
The micros wouldn't be left with only the sight of the equine's hefty sheath and huge, pendulous balls... They'd have to experience the overpowering scent as well. The powerful, musky odor of the stallion's manhood was strong enough for the micros within the town (and many others within the grassy patch) to smell from their position. The rank stink of the giant horse's unwashed bits tainted the very air, ensuring the scent would hang in the atmosphere of the micros for a long while.
The oversized naughty bits would finally pass over the tiny town. However they were still left in shadow as the titanic stallion came to a halt... Directly up above was the giant horse's behind while right next to it was the equine's long-haired tail. Of all the places for the horse to stop. Of all the places for the micro town to be sitting under. It just HAD to be below that colossal ass... The sheer awe that the micro citizens felt when watching the titan had now faded, and was now being replaced by panic and fear as people tried to escape their soon-to-be-doomed town.
Back up above, Grahm thought nothing special of the ground below. He never noticed the 'insects' that were watching him from the ground, nor did he ever know their fear. Instead, the big horse was simply going to...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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