Late for Work
Late for Work
The morning commute: the epitomizing example of redundancy in a monotonous society of labor. Businessmen and women perused through newspapers to pass the slow and sluggish time. Sales fluctuated day by day and allowed these commuters to distract themselves with the details. Amongst these neatly dressed office workers, some school students rode in the train to get to class. They were much more talkative than the adults as they gossip on their dates, classes and late night activities. A mixture of relaxed and serious natures filled the 8 cars of the speedy train.
Glistening silver on the outside, the train was bullet shaped to emphasize its speed. It got commuters back and forth, between their jobs and homes, in a matter of a half hour or so. It ran in a small circuit from the outer suburbs to the inner city, though it did not go too far in so to avoid disrupting traffic. Therefore, some may have had to use further transportation such as buses or walking to get to their workplaces. It was all part of the routine.
Although the train was fast and overall smooth, it does rattle slightly and move the stomachs of the riders. The scenery was composed of mostly trees and some homes, though most of the riders knew it by heart. Today was no different in the route or the purposes of the riders. Small shakes bobbled the commuters about. Newspapers rustled as pages were turned, and soft voices exchanged stories. The early morning sun gleamed through the windows, lighting the blue and cozy interior.
But today was not a normal day. This fact became clear quickly when the ground began to rumble more than usual. Some people noticed it earlier than others, shifting in their seats as their bodies bounced up higher than usual. Considering they were used to this routine daily, they knew all the bumps and movements. The bounces seemed to be caused by some strong thuds outside, sending small shockwaves into the train and its passengers.
Some of those at the windows, mostly the teenagers, looked out as the lighting dimmed. Immediately, they gaped and stirred at the sight outside. Necks craned and tried to gaze up further in the narrow confines of the window. It was huge... some sort of creature nearby, standing as tall as some of the skyscrapers of downtown. Many rubbed their eyes, thinking their sleep had yet to completely dissipate, but others were seeing it too.
With the sun low in the sky, the massive creature gleamed at its curves and seemed to be covered in shadow elsewhere. Piercing these shadows were big green eyes that scanned the miniscule world below it. Just a little more examination easily showed it was a female and quite similar to those in the train. Her species seemed to be a canine of some sort, most likely a fox because of her long, bushy tail. Although faded in the shadow, her fur seemed to be an unusual bright pink in color with white covered her front body. At a normal height, she would be a typical, attractive citizen.
A lot of eyes were drawn to her shapely figure, featuring a slender stomach. Rounded hips curved like marbles while above a rather wholesome pair of breasts rested on her chest, rather impressive. More strikingly was the fast she was naked, unable to be clothed at such mammoth size. Long, silky hair draped down her back all the way to her waistline. All in all she was beautiful and wonderfully sculpted; however, as nice looking as she was, she was purely massive.
Many were dumbfounded. This could not be real, right? Could this simply be some sort of trick, an illusion? Huge, hundreds of feet tall vixens were not typical sights in the cityscape. She was still outside of the larger buildings, but her grin was mischievous and her movements were clearly causing destruction to the ground. Although difficult to see the destruction directly from the train, the riders could observe debris resting where the vixen once walked and heard her loud footsteps as she stomped forward with white colored paws.
The train riders began to stir. Those not near the windows could feel a rising sense of urgency. The vixen was getting closer, striding towards them. As big as she was, her steps were graceful and full of rolling hips. The train began to bounce more on its rails as her extraordinary weight crashes into the ground and gradually approached them. Some riders were knocked from their seats and on their knees from the earthquake-like force.
The disbelief escalated. There was no way she could catch up to a speeding train. It seemed purely impossible; however, the large fox's legs walked closer and closer until the riders could see the fur on them passing through their windows. The vixen paused there, as if examining the train for a moment. By now, the passengers were beginning to panic. The train was still in motion, removing any means of escape. Her massive strides allowed her to arrive at the train in a manner of seconds, and the passengers were utterly confused.
Unfortunately for the innocent commuters, the pink vixen had interest in this speedy form of transportation. Suddenly, the train was shook as the vixen pushed a couple fingers around the slim and slick exterior. Using her strength, a result of her size, she held the train in place to stop it. The passengers were thrown like dust in their cars, some being bruised into walls because of the sudden shift in inertia. A piercing screeching sound ringed through their ears as the train was forced to a standstill in a matter of seconds after going over 90 miles per hour.
Passengers in one of the cars could see giant fingers pressing at their windows. Pink paw pads were indented like large pillows against the windows, and white fur was mattered around the pads. The riders were completely stunned and lacked a proper response. Already it felt as if they were dolls or toys to this giant menace. Many heads ached from the forceful stop.
The mind boggling terror was only beginning. With the train now at a standstill, the vixen could use it for whatever she wished. The passengers were again lurched around as the train was lifted right off its rails! From their windows, they could see their viewpoint change as the ground moved downwards and more and more of the vixen's body was shown to them. Almost all of the riders congregated to one side of the train to view the vixen. They were lifted beyond her hefty bust and right to her face. The fox had to hold it with two paws so that one side would be dangle down like a chain.
A giant grin was spread on the vixen's face. The passengers got a healthy view of her sharp teeth spread along her muzzle. Each one looked to be the size of the people. Their eyes then met those of the vixen. The massive green eyes stared into their windows and took observation of the amount of people inside. To the passengers, it was like a dinosaur staring at them as a form of prey. Her girly eyelashes in no way changed this perception. The giantess was pondering her options; she has many possible uses for this train, but can only do so many before the train is destroyed.
The giantess was in a playful mood and began to make use of her new toy. The vixen casually sat herself down on the ground, not caring for whatever her mighty rump might crush into oblivion. Her legs stretched over the railroad tracks where this train once ran. Her paws brought the train down and onto her body. The curved and pointed front faced upwards towards her head. With her body leaning back, the train had adequate traction on her fur as it was pressed right between her breasts.
The train conductor could see her mischievous face looking down at him, and the passengers were surrounded by large, white hills on both sides. Some of the riders were in awe at the size of these breasts, much taller than the train itself. If they were in less danger, it would be pretty sexy. The commuters began to panic again soon as those furry orbs moved closer to them until the fuzzy flesh pressed right into the sides of the train.
The vixen giggled as she used her paws to push her big boobs against the train. The breasts encompassed about 4 of the six cars, leaving the driver car poking out of the top. The boobs were soft and malleable, able to shape around the top of the train, but they added a lot of pressure to the cars. Windows shattered inwards as the bubbly flesh pushed through. The passengers tried to stay away from the windows and the fur poking in, but were haunted by the creaks of metal being pushed together. The train was forced into darkness.
The fox kneaded her breasts gently into the train. She had no intention of causing much damage yet, only tease. The rubbing felt kind of nice too with the train presses into sensitive parts of her breasts. With her eyes peering down at the bullet shaped front of the train, she playfully leaned her head down and dragged her massive canine tongue across the front. The conductor and his fellow workers stared in horror as the meaty appendage rubbed over the windshield. It was full of prickly taste buds and looked rather gross from their perspective. The pressure of her lick caused the windshield to crack, though not completely burst, and fogged it with her saliva. The wet vulpine saliva dripped through the cracks and onto the dashboard. It smelled rather pungent: not terrible, but there was a clear animal scent.
With the front car now dripping with a thick coating of saliva, the rest of the train dealt with the ironic danger of her breasts. As sexy as they may be, they were cracking the metal. The soft rolls against the train were rocking the passengers back and forth like pebbles. The vixen had yet to show any mercy or concern for the commuters who were innocently trying to follow their redundant lives. Many of the riders attempted to pray for retribution, but it was difficult to stay still for moments at a time.
The pressure applied to the train cars was becoming a problem for the last of the cars in the chain. This car was barely covered by the breasts, with only a quarter or so feeling some light effects of her bosom. No true damage was felt yet until the linkage of the car to the rest of the train began to weaken. The passengers were unaware until the car began to move again. After a loud snap, the train car was freed from her breasts, but not from the vixen entirely.
The car began to roll down the sloped body of the fox. The passengers squealed in fear as the car picked up speed, bumping through clouts of fur and skin. It lurched when it hit her belly button and soon impacted the ground where the railroad tracks were. Many of the passengers were severely injured from this crash as the car came to a quick halt on the ground. The car was filled with cries of pain and pleas for mercy.
Unfortunately for them, the vixen couldn't hear them; however, she easily noticed the runaway train car. It had tickled her stomach when it flew on by, and now it rested close to her legs. With her upper paws still squishing the rest of the train against her breasts, her footpaws would take care of the lost car. Her feet were quite large, about the size of a big house, and also white in color. One of them slid over to the abandoned car and gently rested on top of it.
The passengers were exhausted, but without safety. The windows showed some pink padded toes curling around their car and holding it in place. The ceiling creaked as the heel of her food pressed down on top of it. The riders craned their necks up and gasped as the ceiling seemed to be slowly moving down on them! The vixen's paw was gradually pushing downward with the intention of scaring those poor people inside.
The scheme worked quite well. The windows shattered as the paw, bigger than the car, kept pushing down with extreme power. Once the windows were gone, the passengers got a strong whiff of the fox's feet. Having been used for much destruction before this train, the foot certainly did not smell pleasant. Some of the passengers coughed from the ruined air. As the ceiling pushed down on them more, they were forced to lie down and try and save as much room as possible. Holes ripped in the ceiling, showing the soft foot above them.
The foot pushed downward until it left the ceiling mere inches from the faces of the passengers. The vixen was careful not to actually crush anybody, or not yet. Either way, there was no way for them to escape their now thinly packed train car. Her toes remained curled around the side of it, caressing it against the underside of her foot. The stench and pressure was all that lingers now for the poor victims.
With that car now secured under her foot, Scarlet's attention returned to the breast laden train. The metallic exterior of the train had now been molded into a more curved shape because of the pressurizing breasts. The fox let up the pressure soon and simply caressed the train against her chest. Her breasts wobbled back into their usual position as the vixen was moving to the next phase. The passengers were left in shock, unsure of their fate.
One train of five cars was a hefty toy to have, even for her size. It didn't fit in her cleavage, and it certainly would not fit in other areas she has in mind. Therefore, the fox used her fingers to snap the first three cars off of the rest, giving her two sets of train cars to use. Having her mind made up, they each had their own purpose.
The two car set, identical in their box shape, were brought upwards back to the fox's face. Again, she gave the passengers some examining. Her big, emerald eyes pierced into their heads, signaling a sense of doom. She had such a beautiful face, but the people were left cowering away from her in the train. What would she do with them? The vixen had her typical, troublesome grin basked along her muzzle, and her pink tongue poked out to lick along her lips. Not a good sign.
The fox felt she could use a little snack or at least something to chew on. The riders stared in horror as the candy colored vixen opened her big maw and moved the two cars into her mouth from the side. This way part of the back car poked out of her lips when closed. The people screamed in terror as her huge fangs pierced the top and bottom of the cars, striking some who were unfortunate enough to get in the way. The sharpness of the teeth could easily split any of the people in half if hit directly.
As those teeth sunk in, though not in a complete bite, saliva begin to ooze in from the piercings in the car. Passengers found their feet growing sticky with the thick liquid in both cars. The vixen's tongue began lashing around the cars as well, causing a thunderous ruckus as the flailing appendage rammed into them over and over. It coated the train in saliva and broke many of the windows, giving the passengers a good smell of her breathe and hot air steaming in. The train tasted pretty mild to the vixen, but it's more out of fun than taste.
Her jaw began to chew gently on the metallic train with no consideration for the people inside. The teeth grinded in and out of the train modestly, gnawing through metal and catch some unfortunate souls, dripping blood into her mouth. The train was just too crowded to avoid it. Her mouth suckles on the train as well, creating a tormenting mixture of stormy sounds, odd smells and dangerous teeth.
The second set of cars, a set of three including the bullet shaped first car, was to have a different but no less cruel fate. The shape of these cars would serve a valuable purpose for the playful vixen. All that rubbing with her breasts and entertainment as a giantess was teasing the fox's kinkier side. This group of cars was therefore taken down towards her thighs. The conductor and company gazed at a rather unusual sight as a large, exemplary set of feminine folds filled their view.
The passengers, mostly those in the first car, glanced at each other awkwardly. Was this really what she had in mind? Should they, namely the men, really complain? This would be answered soon. The vixen's paw nudged the smooth point of the train right against her pink, silky nether lips, seemingly without any shame. She may have been right in the middle of civilization, but her size made it completely irrelevant. Her body was already nude and exposed to all. Adding some sexual play was surely no big deal.
The passengers were again lurched around as the train was rubbed like a toy up and down against her outer lips. The train was tilted somewhat to do this, pushing a lot of the commuters against the back walls. The bulging, bullet shaped tip of the train was soon coated in a thin layer of the fox's passionate nectar. The cracks in the windshield allowed an alluring scent of growing strength to seep in. The vixen's feminine musk was strong because of her size and made many shiver as it filled their nostrils, then their nerves.
For the pink fox, the rubbing felt pretty nice and was increasing her arousal. Her hands clenched into the ground, digging her claws into the railways and roads nearby. Her paw rubbed the train up along her lips until it nudged at her sensitive clitoris. The nose of the train was indented slightly when it hit this slightly hard nub. The vixen cooed and began to moan, which was rather loud and headache inducing for those in her mouth. The wheels of the train began rolling over the sensitive flesh as well, sending shudders of teasing pleasure up her spine.
After a few minutes of this warming up, the nose of the train was nudged right against the lips to her vagina. Succumbing to her desires, the vixen started to push the train and its helpless passengers inside. Quickly, many of them learned of the tightness around the lips as metallic creaks echoed through the train. From the first car back, darkness began to overcome the train. Only some faint interior lighting allowed the passengers to see as they were submerged in the horny vixen's pussy.
The smell was pungent and deep, much less sweet smelling than if she were of a typical size. Many of the passengers still found it arousing though, somewhat calming in a terrifying situation. The train seemed to fit into her wet tunnel nicely and was pushed in deeply, almost reaching the cervix in the back. Her paw wrapped around the far end of the train and, unfortunately for the passengers, gripped it rather tightly, crushing the metal together tightly.
The faint lighting and the front lights on the train gave the passengers inside a limited view of the giant vixen's vaginal canal. Some certainly couldn't complain if this would be their last sight. The walls were pink in color, a common theme for this vixen, and they were clearly quite wet. Some actually took the courage to poke some of the muscular pussy, finding it to be a big spongy at this smalls size. Throbbing areas were clearly visible as blood surged through. Those in the cabin could see to her kind of gross looking back walls. The rippled tissue and dripping cavern were not exactly beautiful; however, it was a realm of pure pleasure.
The passengers did not receive much time to indulge in this fascinating and sexy show, or much time to try and sneak some masturbating of their own. The vixen's smell and the perspective they were in was pretty heated, but the fox was more concerned for her own pleasure. Soon enough, the train was dragged back until the nose perched right at her lips again, giving them a brief glimpse of sunlight, before she thrust it back inside.
The force of this blissful thrust launched the passengers forward, sending most of them from one side of the train car to the other. Only a second or two after that thrust the vixen did it again, and then again. The train creaked more as her tight lips and pussy squeezed the train like the penis of a lover, sponging the slick metal with her juicy fluids. Her sexy, lustful moans were easy to hear as the vixen pleasured herself with the train and the lives of those inside.
As heavenly pleasure filled the nerves of the giantess, the passengers were dealing with terrible pain as they were rocked back and forth at the pace of her masturbating. Many lost consciousness after a few thrusts, and most were left dizzy or completely disoriented. She only would pause every few thrusts or so, and then only for a second or two. Her watery juices filled the floors of the cars and sloshed back and forth with the thrusts.
Those in her mouth had to deal with an increasing amount of pressure from her teeth. Her jaw clenched down as the pleasure overtook her, removing any self control. Her fangs grounded into the train. The passengers stood no chance, and the vixen began to taste their blood on her lashing tongue. The metal of the train was torn apart as she worked on eating up the cars, starting to swallow pieces and people down her throat. Those that could survive her merciless fangs would get tossed down her powerful, muscular throat. They'd be killed by her flexing throat or eventually digested in her stomach.
Those under her paw were also finished. Again, with the pleasure too much for the vixen, her foot pushed down to destroy the innocent commuter in the flattened car. Their bodies splattered as she forcefully crushed them into the ground, though most of the carnage remained in the train car and did not stain her paw. The once shining, speedy train car was now as flat as a pancake under her godly paw.
The last cars, stuffed in her pussy, were to be finished off soon as well. As the pleasure built up, with the vixen moaning deeply and leaning on her side now in bliss, the inner thighs were squeezing in tighter around the passengers. Juices continued to flood the cars, and a couple people washed away into her canal. While the other passengers had been eaten or crushed under her foot, these ones were destined to die via her sexual pleasure.
The walls indented inward and cramped the people into a much tighter space. As soft as the walls of her vagina were, there were certainly strong and the hollow train cars could not handle it. The tighter the environment became, the closer the vixen was to an orgasm. Just imagining those little people stuck inside her soaking wet pussy was heating her up. Her paw pumped the train in and out as a well used dildo. The giantess even mocked the train with teasing "choo choo"s and sultry comments about her tunnel. "Last stop, vixen pussy!"
Then came her climax. The walls of the train split open, and the vixen moaned out shamelessly, echoing her voice for miles. Gallons of her cum poured into the train and washed most of the passengers into her muscular, tight pussy. Many drowned from the torrent of juices, squirting out of her and making quite a mess on the railroad tracks where the train once was. Some people were thrown out of her with the cum. The train was crushed under the pressure and splintered in her pussy.
After a few moments to bask in the intense pleasure, the giant pink vixen heaved an equally giant sigh of relief. Nothing better than a little morning relief to get her day started. All parts of the train were in ruins now. One third was eaten, another third crushed, and the final third now oozing her hot nectar. Her paw pulled out the remains of the train in her thighs and carelessly dropped it aside like a used tissue. The smell of cum and pheromone scent lingered in the air. The vixen stretched her limbs out and rose back to her feet with bigger, better realms to destroy.
On what began as a typical, scripted day for the workers and students of the local train ended in a hot, cruel demise. Their lives and the train they rode were mere morsels and toys for the goddess of a vixen, part of her own, less monotonous daily routine. As the vixen stomped away towards the city, their remains settled in her belly or destroyed on the tracks where they once traveled.