Story Summary: Ultramare defends New Vega City from a hungry demon horse. Unfortunately, it isn't clear who is the bigger threat.

Major Characters: Ultramare, Hot Pocket

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Ultramare barely felt a metallic crunch beneath her. Nonchalantly lifting her forehoof, she looked at the blue stocking cover. A spec of blood, gasoline, and a few shards of red metal was all that was left of the sports car she had unwittingly flattened. She looked down her slender back and at her rear hoof. She hadn’t even felt those cars, but by the various colored wreckage that clung to the blue stocking, she must have stomped at least four. Shrugging, she resumed her casual trot.

It wasn’t easy for Ultramare to move in these little toy cities. The humans had a bad, bad habit of building their little towers so damn close together. At the moment, she was on the main street. She could just about stand comfortably, but as soon as she went onto one of the side roads, she would be rubbing against any number of the tiny buildings. It was quite frustrating. But she pressed on. The CLOP-CLOP-CLOP-CLOP of her hooves as they sank into the blacktop alerted the city’s residents that their “hero” had finally arrived to save the day.

To their tiny eyes, Ultramare was quite a sight. Clad in a tight blue bodysuit that snugly squeezed every inch of her save her head and navel, she was such a massive creature that it was almost impossible to look out one’s window and not see some part of her as she passed. Her four tall, towering legs were the support for her slender though muscular body. Her eyes were almost always straight ahead, and she never once looked down at the street and hundreds of people that still filled it. Her hooves came down casually, snuffing out their lives.

She kept her cyan tail up and behind her. She would have rather wag it as she walked, as that was most comfortable, but then she would end up bashing the buildings that flanked her, and most likely knock them to rubble. Although she had already stepped on dozens, if not hundreds of people, that was a means to an end. She stepped on them simply because she needed to reach the monster (well, the other monster), and finding a way around the hordes would take far too long. If the humans were not smart enough to get out from under her hooves, it wasn’t really her fault anyway. But whacking buildings with her tail and turning them to rubble… that was just unnecessarily cruel.

Tail up as it was, there was nothing shielding her tight groin and large rump from prying eyes. Indeed, many of the fleeing humans stopped in their tracks, unable to take their eyes off the looming crotch and squishy glutes, their monolithic size both terrifying and astonishing. Of course, Ultramare herself garnered this reaction: how something so massive could move with such grace, to say nothing of her strange beauty and intricate muscles that were on full display beneath her tight suit. But mostly, the gaze of the people were drawn to her most erotic parts. If the humans were fortunate enough to avoid the murderous hooves and find themselves behind her, many lingered in the street and stared at the perfect, almost hypnotic shift of her powerful thighs and firm buttocks, and the tight vagina. Tight as it was, the bodysuit dipped between the protruding wings, which twitched with each step the great mare took, giving quite a show.

As Ultramare drew closer and closer to the city square where the monster was, the crowds of panicking people grew ever denser, until it was all but impossible for her to take a step and not crush a few hundred into scarlet goo. Even with the stockings on her hooves, she could feel the squishy bubble of their little bodies as they popped beneath her colossal weight. Her hooves were so soaked in gore, the warm slickness wetting her soles. Right in the midst of humanity, she paused and looked down at the crashing waves trying to escape, a whole army directly beneath her shadow.

A diamond shape was cut into the belly of Ultramare’s suit. The pale yellow fur stood in stark contrast to the smooth, surrounding blue. Her eyes were grey, with a glimmer of sentience. Yes, she certainly understood what was happening, and she knew perfectly well that by stepping on the humans, she was killing them. She just couldn’t figure out if she should care.

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As she resumed trotting, she found the buildings were getting closer and closer together. Her shoulders were relatively slender, so her upper body could still move without too much trouble. Her hips and ample posterior were a different story entirely. She froze as she felt the ginger squeeze of the sunbaked glass on her flanks. Groaning, she saw that a pair of towers, both about forty stories high, were squeezing in on her. Moving forward made the towers plead and beg for her to stop. The same occurred when she tried to move back. Skimming her eyes up the windows, she saw thousands of little flat faces pressing against the glass. They were all waiting, breathless, for what her next move would be.

Sucking down a deep breath and tightening her girth, she tried to move forward. The tense and release of the muscles in her thighs pushed her flanks firmer into the buildings, and caused them to creak ominously. Deciding there was nothing that could be done, she simply took three steps forward. As she predicted, the left tower was knocked onto its side. The right tower, however, remained standing. There was an enormous indent from where her flank had hit it, but somehow it was still vertical.

The rhythmic CLOP-CLOP-CLOP-CLOP of her hooves eventually brought her to the city’s square where she found the attacking monster. He was some sort of pony creature, like her, with a light purple coat, and a pair of leathery bat wings stretching out from his back, though they were presently folded neatly along his sides. His head was down, but by the screaming mass of people before him, and the lewd sucks and snaps, Ultramare could guess what this monster stallion was up to.

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Ultramare stepped over a knee high building to set her hooves down in the city square. A platoon of soldiers were on the rooftop of that building, and had been exhausting boxes of ammunition against the demon horse, not that he had even noticed. As a shadow spread over them, the soldiers looked up and found the sky had been replaced by Ultramare’s great chest and belly. The diamond cut in the suit’s stomach let her natural scents filter out. The warmth of her sultry fur lulled them into an odd sense of calm, as it reminded them of more pleasant things than what they had been forced to watch as the demon horse gobbled scores of humanity down. As Ultramare continued trotting forward, the view of her belly became that of her swollen vaginal lips, eagerly pushing out of the suit. The wings twitched with each thump of Ultramare’s mighty heart, and spread or clenched by the movements of her legs. The coloration of Ultramare’s suit had light blue over the flanks, with darker blue in the crack and back. This naturally drew an observer’s attention to the space between the swollen glutes, and seemed to further augment the natural weight of her monumental vagina.

One of the soldiers lifted his rifle to his eye and fired. The bullets impacted the vaginal lips, causing the swollen flesh to ripple in hypnotic fashion. Ultramare barely noticed the pin pricks. The soldier loaded a grenade into the underslung launcher and fired. An orange explosion danced over the rippling flesh and left a scalded black spot on the blue cloth.

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Ultramare certainly noticed that. She cast a scornful gaze at the platoon before taking a step back. The monolithic vagina once again filled the sky. The grenade had not done any real damage to the mare or the bodysuit. It had left a sooty black spot, but even that was starting to flake away with Ultramare’s movements. One of the soldiers lifted his rifle and fired. The ripples rushed through the fleshy lips and a confused neigh slipped out of the giantess’ throat. The other soldiers opened fire, confusing her neigh with pain, but no matter what they did, the looming marehood would not retreat.

Ultramare carefully bent her knees. Her crotch dropped so quickly upon the soldiers, displaced air crackled like thunder around them. The swollen wings obliterated five of the men instantly, but a sixth had the dubious luck of the huge flaps landing at either side of him. Ultramare grunted at the tingles as the man unloaded everything he had into the horrible, smothering cleft, desperately hoping it might lift off him. Sighing to herself, Ultramare grinded side to side, and felt the warmth of the popped body splash through her suit.

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Standing back up, Ultramare took a step away. Still annoyed, she bucked a leg back into the building that had offended her. The force ripped the building up from its foundation and sent it rocketing away. It crashed into a dozen other buildings behind it before finally crumbling into so much dust and brick.

The demon pony’s ears twitched at the explosive rumbles. Pinched between his lips, Ultramare noticed the lower half of a tiny woman furiously kicking. The demon pony puckered and slurped, dragging the woman into the black, humid maw. He crunched down and swallowed before Ultramare could do anything to stop him. Crushing scores of humans beneath his hooves, he trotted up to Ultramare. His snout was more pronounced than hers, and he gingerly sniffed over her face. The warmth of his breath made her cringe. She reared onto her rear legs, but the demon horse did not seem bothered by the change in sight, and examined her pale yellow belly. Dipping lower, he seemed fascinated by the swollen groin protruding from the blue. Ultramare fell forward. Bringing her left forehoof down, she smashed onto the demon horse’s skull with bone cracking force. The stallion smashed to the ground.

Unsure if the demon horse was still alive, but unwilling to take the chance, Ultramare reared up again. As before, she brought her hoof down, intent to continue smashing his skull until his brains spilled out of his ears. This time, he managed to weave his head to the side before the blow could land. Ultramare was not prepared for the shock of punching concrete to vibrate up her arm. She was stunned, giving the demon horse time to rise. He smashed his crown under Ultramare’s jaw. Then, twisting and showing his backside to her, he bucked with both legs. His hooves hit hard in her chest.

Ultramare stumbled back, doing her best to maintain her balance. Cars and people were crunched beneath her stumbling hooves. Unable to remain vertical, she felt herself tipping back. A black shadow stretched over the city as her monolithic body eclipsed the sun.

Her huge butt plopped down first. A supermarket beneath her left cheek exploded in all directions. An entire group of humans who had been attempting to flee to the subway tunnels turned to red muck beneath Ultramare’s right ass cheek, only one or two reaching the relative safety of the subterranean stairs. They were not safe, however. The weight of the buttock proved too much for the street, and the ceiling collapsed upon them. The ample fat filled the tunnel, further squishing them and many others who had taken shelter into red goo. Ultramare’s body and flailing arms crashed through cement as if it was tissue paper. Fully on her back, her rear legs rose into the air. A car that had been crunched beneath her hoof lingered against the subtle squish before the shift of its weight demanded it crash to the ruined street.

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Ultramare saw stars dance in front of her eyes. Resting her elbows in the ruins of a few buildings, she attempted to sit up, but a wave of dizziness swept over her. For several moments, she lay there, just trying to remember how to think straight. The contortion of her powerful body as she fell had opened little tears in the blue suit, revealing the soft yellow fur beneath. Despite the visible damage, she was not hurt too bad. Stumbling back to her hooves, she stomped up to the demon stallion. When he attempted to buck her, she caught his rear legs under her arms and yanked him back. The bat pony plopped to the ground, crushing the humans he had been intending to devour beneath his belly, chest and chin. Ultramare felt a firm smack on her forearms. The demon pony had hit her! With his wings! The shock of the pain, more than the pain itself, caused her to break her hold. The demon pony galloped forward and twisted, before tackling Ultramare to the ground. Once again, she fell ass first to the ground, giving hundreds the view of a lifetime before her supple buttocks squished them into utter oblivion. A few somehow survived, nestled between her cheeks or the huge wings of her crotch, though the heat and powerful womanly musk was more than they could bare. The demon pony sat on her legs to keep her pinned while his hooves pressed against her shoulders. His gold-orange eyes stared into the grey of hers. She stared back defiant, silently daring him to finish her off.

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The demon pony’s eyes softened. Using his wings, he fluttered off of Ultramare. Sitting up despite the dull ache in her gut, she did her best to look tough, though she was still seeing triple.

He was a slim pony, especially compared to her, so where he generated his strength she hadn’t a clue. His movements lacked grace, though that may have been because he cared absolutely nothing about the destruction he was causing. Ultramare at least tried not to cause buildings to topple, but he seemed to be going out of his way to whack them with his wing or knock them down with his ass.

It occurred to her he was purposely damaging buildings to increase the number of humans on the street. When he had a fair horde, he used his snout to sift meticulously through the tide. He was looking for something specific, she guessed, and she began to suspect he was much more than just a mindless monster, driven by the need to feed. Even stranger, Ultramare noticed he did not eat any of the humans he was examining. To deal with the ones that clung to his drool soaked lips, he licked them up, but spat them to the ground rather than swallow.

Turning his attention to one of the intact towers, he skimmed through the windows. Setting his sights on the fifth floor, he sniffed at the glass. The humans inside were given a ghastly view of the nostrils and black skin just past them. When the demon horse exhaled, the steam fogged the glass and obscured their vision. Nervous about the obscurity, they began to back away.

The purple maw broke through the glass and was suddenly well within the room. A powerful gust of steam blew through the enormous nostrils and left the family dazed as the jaws began to part, effortlessly breaking through the ceiling and floor to spread fully. Anything that was touched by the maw disintegrated to dust. Foul smelling drool dripped down the thin purple lips and glistened on the row of dull, tombstone sized white teeth. The family of four tried to scramble away, but stumbled over each other. Their furniture further damned them as it created an obstacle course to navigate. By contrast, the demon horse only had one goal. His huge tongue rolled forward. Gallons of saliva flooded the room, soaking the carpet and turning the dust to mud. The very tip stretched deep enough that the father felt the slick, warm drool touch his ankles.

Just as one of the children reached the door, the world began to shift. As the dread horse further stretched his jaws, the floor began to give way. The saliva soaked carpet offered no purchase as the family slid towards the gaping, hungry maw and slimy tongue that was so eager to greet them. The saliva that kept rolling off the intrusive appendage and the moist steam that filled the air further slickened their grip.

“Ahhhhhhh.”

Foul smelling breath rippled from the very back of the throat. It choked the oxygen from their lungs, making them dizzy.

The first to touch the tongue was the mother: a thin, frail looking woman. She tumbled, head over heels, onto the huge, throbbing muscle. She just managed to grip one of the protruding taste buds, sparing her whatever fate the gaping gullet had planned. Foolishly believing she was safe, she reached up and tried to grip another of the taste buds, hoping to climb out of the horrid mouth. Unwilling to allow that, the demon horse simply wiggled his tongue. The woman was tossed back and disappeared into the black void of the throat, only her haunting echo marking her descent.

The family’s two children were next. Twins, they had been inseparable since birth, and made the fatal plunge into the dire horse’s belly together. The slick gullet was like a water slide, and had no trouble compensating the additional bulk of two morsels.

The father was the only one left. A large, stout man, he had the most strength and so was able to keep himself rooted to the spot, no matter how the floor beneath him crumbled. The horse maw pulled away, replaced by an enormous gold-orange eye. The eye focused on the panicking man, before the mouth, now smiling, returned to the hole. The tongue rolled out. Like a demonic snake, it slapped and swept through the room, knocking over furniture and smashing walls into dust. In a desperate hope to escape, the father rushed to one of the toppled walls, only for the tongue to lance forward and coil around him. The abrupt squeeze popped his ribs and spine. Broken, he could do nothing as he was drawn into the ghastly black past the dire horse’s lips.

Quite happy with his mouthful, the demon horse trotted proudly to Ultramare, who had yet to move from her laying position. She was wary as he trotted up to her, and ready to slug him across the cheek if he tried to attack. He set his lips at Ultramare’s bare belly and opened his jaw. The crippled human, drenched in saliva, slid out and splatted into the soft, clean smelling yellow fur. His tribute offered, the stallion trotted back.

Ultramare gazed at the offered human. Crippled as it was, it could do nothing but lay there in the pale yellow, rising and falling with her breaths. When she sat up, the human tumbled down the rolling hills of her abs. Past her vaginal lips, he plopped onto the ground just before the great marehood. Ultramare continued sitting up. Her flesh rolled forward like an avalanche. The man’s eyes bulged as a shadow was cast over him, but even if he could run, he doubted he could ever escape the sheer enormity of the crotch. As part of her natural movements to stand, Ultramare’s groin rested on the ground fully for only a moment. The body popped.

Standing back up, Ultramare shook like a dog ridding itself of water. There was a tingle over her fur she was not familiar with, though it was comparable to being wet (something she absolutely hated.) She sensed that the demon pony was behind her, but before she could turn around, one of leathery wings swept between her flanks. The bat pony was careful not to hurt the giant mare, but did succeed in slicing her suit neatly up the crotch. No longer squeezed so tight, the buttocks and vaginal lips immediately parted, further tearing the suit and opening a sizable hole in the groin.

The streets at the giants’ hooves had finally begun to thin out. There were huge rivers of crimson rushing in all directions, a show of how many had met their fate beneath the stomping hooves, voracious tongue, and murderous ass cheeks. The survivors stumbled through the gore and slop in a desperate hope to reach the surrounding buildings that might provide a fraction’s more safety.

High above them was a gargantuan equine cock, black in color, which stretched out from between the demon horse’s slender legs. Drops of white oozed down the tip and rained onto the street, mixing with the crimson pools to form a sickly tarn. Ultramare twisted, ready to deliver a critical blow, when a strange odor tingled her snout. Distracted, she brought her hoof down, but rather than collide with the demon horse’s crown, she smashed her hoof into the street. The demon horse crossed his arm over his chest and swung, backhanding the mare away. Ultramare tumbled, her gigantic hips and ass crashing into the tower right behind her. The bodysuit no longer covering her groin, the heavy, flesh lips had no protection against the sunbaked glass, stone, and steel. A glob of cream rushed out of her lips and splatted against the windows. The weight of her butt cheeks caused a spider web of cracks to run through the glass visage.

A shudder rushed through Ultramare as she stumbled away from the attacking building. Instinctively, she smashed her hoof into it, through the window façade and deep into the structure’s innards. When she pulled her hoof back, the building collapsed into itself.

Placing his hooves on the top of Ultramare’s ample hips, the demon horse scooted forward. The black head of his mighty erection gently poked against the squishy buttocks until finding the slit he had made in her suit. Still dazed, most of Ultramare’s focus was on keeping her hooves on the ground. She dug them deeper into the concrete and the odd human who STILL hadn’t thought to get out from under her. The heat of the poking glans sifted into her groin. A low, confused snort exploded out of her huge nostrils.

The demon horse’s hooves slid down Ultramare’s flanks and gently gripped them as best he could. Pulling the buttocks apart, he revealed the swollen vaginal lips that were quite happy to finally be free of the suit’s uncomfortable tightness. White drooled out of the void and plopped down into the street, drowning a few of the straggling humans.

The means of the demon horse’s attack suddenly became quite clear to Ultramare. With a rock of his hips, he drove his glans into the swollen nethers. The flat head hit her like a battering ram, knocking her forward. With all her strength, she remained on her hooves, but was helpless as the demon attacked with another thrust. Ultramare grunted and arched her back. Digging her hooves into the ground, she attempted to mount some sort of counterattack, but the demon mercilessly thrust his great shaft deeper. Her body betrayed her. Her nether lips opened wide and eagerly swallowed up the top of the glans. The rest of her muscles locked.

The explosion that rippled between her thick, muscular thighs was like nothing Ultramare had ever felt before. This demon horse was a true monster, able to exploit her body in a way she had never before fathomed, and with attacks she could not defend against. Tiny bombs went off between her legs with each rock and thrust of the colossal pony cock. Her knees were wobbling, and she realized he was somehow syphoning off her strength! Stealing her energy! Yet there was nothing she could do. If she tried to attack, she would lose her balance and be in an even more compromising position than she was now. Gritting her teeth, she had no choice but to endure the rock of the erection, and do her best to save what strength she could.

A low gasp slipped out of her lips as the demon horse’s testicles swung forward, and battered into her shapely rear. The demon pony grunted and pushed further inside her. Ultramare felt herself lifting off the ground, and realized she had pulled her forelegs up to her chest. This position weighed her groin further into the impaling cock and shocks of pleasure rippled up her spine. Why it was pleasant, she did not know. Some sort of trick by the monster, no doubt.

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Snorting steam, the demon horse rocked forward one last time. His testicles swung into Ultramare’s thighs, smacking little bruises under her suit. Hot, steamy seed splashed out of the engorged rod and pumped into the neighing mare. It was an intense explosion. Ultramare felt the need to brace her forehooves on the ground. They crunched into the blacktop, decimating anything and anyone beneath them. There was a pounding in Ultramare’s ears from her racing heart, and she felt her energy spilling out from between her legs. Lustful juice rained down into the street, further diluting the crimson sea.

With strange care, the demon horse began to pull his hips back. Ultramare’s walls were well lubricated from the attack, and the hot flesh slid out of her with little trouble. She had not realized how much her strength had been sapped. The rod had been solely responsible for keeping her up and without it, or the hooves on her flanks, Ultramare tumbled forward. Her body smashed through several buildings until she finally plopped, belly first, into the middle of the street.

The demon horse fluttered down just before the tuckered out hero. His cock, black and full, loomed over her head like an executioner’s axe. A pearl formed at the slit, and when it grew too heavy, it plopped down and hit Ultramare on the crown, staining her aqua mane with sticky white.

With all her strength, she got back to her hooves. The destruction of the buildings had caused panicking humans to fill the street. She barely noticed them. Her focus was only on the black erection, jutting forward. He had used it to steal her strength, and a plan to defeat this titan formed quickly.

Leaning forward, she gently sniffed at the white pearls that were drooling out of the bulbous glans. Slurping her tongue out, she ran the warm, bumpy appendage up the black. As she suspected, the demon horse let out a strangled gasp and began to back away. Unwilling to let him escape, she stretched her head forward and closed her lips around the erection. The demon horse was forced to brace himself on the flanking buildings, but Ultramare could see his legs were wobbling fiercely. His heart was pounding so fast and hard, she could see it ruffle the fur on his slender chest. Puckering her lips and using her teeth to keep the erection snug, she began to suck.

The demon horse shuddered like mad. His wings were flapping out of instinct, sending decimating gusts through the city. As he danced from hoof to hoof, he crushed scores and scores of humanity beneath his wanton steps.

Leaning her head further forward, Ultramare took the entire cock into her mouth. Her snout was pressed against the demon horse’s pubic bone. Sniffing, she found the scent of his musk alluring. The taste of the cock, as well, was actually somewhat pleasant. It was not that strange to her, though. She enjoyed fighting. There was no reason this new method of combat shouldn’t be pleasant.

Pulling her head back until her lips were on the glans, Ultramare gave a mighty suck. The demon horse’s body jerked forward and his chest contracted so tight, she could count each individual rib poking out of the soft purple torso. Ultramare continued sucking hard. She wanted to steal his strength, just as he had stolen hers, but before that could happen, the demon horse fell backwards. He crashed through a building and lay in the ruins, chest rising and falling, heart pounding beneath his ribs, tongue out, cock leaking sticky white onto his belly.

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Ultramare used the back of her sleeve to wipe the pre and drool from her lips. The demon horse was attempting to get up, planning a counterattack no doubt. Trotting forward, she placed her forehooves on his shoulders to keep him pinned. Spreading her thick, powerful thighs, she rested her drooling groin against the demon horse’s belly. This was her chance to smother him, or rain blows until his skull was nothing but wet chunks of bone, but she had not yet regained all her stolen strength. No, she needed to somehow reverse his method of siphoning.

Sliding down his slender body, she felt the wet kiss of his glans on her right butt cheek. Spreading her legs wider and adjusting her position, Ultramare pushed back, but felt the cock slip between the twin, muscular glutes. The kiss of warmth that quickly soaked her anus made her tingle all over. Before the demon horse could distract her, she lifted slightly and made sure the cock was aligned with her vagina. Having been stretched so wide prior, her vaginal lips were still gaping. She had only a bit of trouble stretching over his glans, the thickest part of the cock. It felt good. The thrill of battle and victory added to the tingle of stealing her energy back.

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Keeping her hooves on the demon horse’s shoulders so he would not scoot away, she shoved herself back with all her might. She could not stop a triumphant smirk from spreading over her lips as the demon horse’s head fell limp on his neck. Yes, she could feel herself growing stronger. Heat and strength were swelling in the pit of her stomach. She slid up the erection until the glans, the widest part of the cock, was stretching her entrance pleasantly. Back down she went, to relish being pushed so wide apart. Power was coursing through her. She had beaten monsters before, but there was something truly savory about this particular victory.

For the last quarter or so of the erection, Ultramare slammed her immense crotch down. Her buttocks slammed onto the demon horse’s groin and battered his testicles. The cock was shoved deep inside. Ultramare’s eyes bulged out of her head, but refusing to relent in the attack, she forced herself a few meters into the air. Her ass dropped down again, crushing against the demon horse’s aching groin and enveloping the throbbing erection in her gripping heat. The demon horse was trembling as if possessed, yet he made no effort to knock Ultramare away. She assumed she had won, though continued rocking her hips up and down, left to right… for no reason other than to further assert her victory.

She was taken off guard when the demon horse succeeded in attacking. Something popped deep inside. From out of his cock spurted the strength sapping juice she had come to fear. Her body had found a method to counter the attack, though. From deep inside her, a tide of steaming cream washed over the stallion and his treacherous cock. He fidgeted and moaned, while Ultramare maintained enough composure to only grunt softly. Squirming like mad, he still could not escape the mare, who kept him pinned and continued to lift and drop her hips, smashing his pubic bone and working the penis through her slick folds. The hot cream continued to spill out, scalding the demon horse’s testicles and belly and making him moan in agony.

The pangs of exhaustion were starting to stab at Ultramare, but she lifted her hips one last time. The cock, now limp from the climax that had exploded out of it, lay limp on the demon horse’s belly. Ultramare positioned her rump so the squishy cheeks were looming over the flaccid penis. She knew this would be her last offensive, and had to be sure it was a devastating enough blow the demon would no longer present a threat. Kicking her hooves out in front of her, she fell, ass first, onto the crotch. He lurched up, while Ultramare nonchalantly grinded her cheeks into his most sensitive flesh. The demon horse tried to resist. His jaw was clenched tight and his eyes screwed shut as he struggled to maintain his consciousness. Ultramare struggled as well, to continue grinding her ass against the hot shaft and not pass out, not yet.

In the end, Ultramare won the duel. The demon horse’s head fall back, crushing a taxi cab beneath. His jaws were left open with pools of drool washing over the street.

Crawling to one of the still intact buildings, Ultramare sat back and did her best to catch her ragged breath. She was certain she had delivered a crippling blow to her rival, and felt a wave of horror sweep over her as he got back to his hooves. That last attack had taken everything she had. She was helpless as he drew closer, his tongue slipping over his lips to lick some of the drool and blood away. Unwilling to surrender, she stared at him, defiant, even as his jaws opened to gobble her up.

He pressed his lips against hers and held it for several moments. Ultramare did not have the strength to push him away. The kiss delivered, the demon horse turned sharply and trotted a bit away, before flapping his wings and taking to the sky. Ultramare tilted her head back and gave a long, deep sigh of relief, positive she had been mere inches away from death.

Several minutes passed, and she did her best to slow her pounding heart. No monster had ever taken her to the limit like the demon horse had. Her body was starting to ache and her vision was still blurred. She was slightly worried that her heart may yet pound out of her ribs. Between her legs, her nether lips were still tingling madly.

The rumble of treads drew her attention down. Sitting up slightly, she watched as the Kaiju Control Unit or KCU, rolled forward and set up between her outstretched thighs. In their cute little green trucks and hazmat suits, they were nothing but specs to her, but of all the humans in the world, these were ones she felt the vaguest affinity for. She was always extra careful not to crush any. After her battles, it was their job to clean up the blood and waste left behind, as well as tend to Ultramare’s wounds. With practiced expertise, they secured hooks to the heavy vaginal lips, and with several cables and cranes, managed to pry the hungry wings apart. A cloud of feminine musk rushed forward. Their suits and gas masks were no match for the infiltrating odor. Several of the men instantly collapsed, overwhelmed by their lust, but most managed to remain on their feet.

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The stimulation of being opened made Ultramare shiver, and a heavy glob formed on her still engorged labia. Only the most dedicated of the workers held their ground as the blob splatted to the street. With hoses, mops, and scrub brushes, they marched into the fleshy canyon and got to work, as Ultramare sat there and tingled at the tiny stimulation to a part of her body she was only now discovering.