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-Lay of the Land-

A form of white with black stripes lay across the vast plains. She watched the little people in the village not too far from where she was (large as a mountain, if not more so), and knew she could request anything upon them in a whim; so was the power of simply being a deity.

Amaralsta, or Amara for short, was a combination of a rabbit and a zebra. Some speculated how such a cross-breeding occurred; mixed lineage, a magical or scientific accident, or maybe she was just there to spice up the already chaotic rules of the universe.

Her body was primarily structured like a rabbit: the long feet, large ears, short puff of a tail, the remainder was clearly zebra: the white fur with black stripes, the fiery red Mohawk that served as a mane that trailed to her neck, and her body build seemed more bulky and Amazonian. Of course all those features only magnified when she took up most of the horizon to any onlookers of the village.

It was also hard to look away when such a giant was clad in little more than a bikini. Her chest was small and petite, enough to show she was clearly a woman, but not big enough to knock someone out if she accidentally smacked them in the face.

Then there was what was below in her undergarment. She knew in this strange universe that people like herself existed, but she had not really met any of them yet. Still, her penis was a little on the short side, but that didn't detract her from having fun.

And "fun" was certainly on her mind as she rolled over onto her stomach and stood up, walking toward the village, her thick toes crashing and leaving deep imprints in her wake.

As her thoughts turned to more lewd behavior, Amara began to sport a tent down below, at the very least hoping to give these people a show.

After all, that was half of the fun of being such a benevolent god, wasn't it?

At first the people scrambled upon feeling the quakes, but the priest calmed them down and they were soon placated and gazed in awe upon the sight of Amara, her thick, muscular frame rippling, tensing and relaxing with every stride she made, towering above them all. Her very toes so big they threatened to crush a house below those padded bottoms.

The little ones below bowed and waited for what their goddess would desire of them today. Amara eagerly reached her hand back and undid the strap to the top as she let it all, the fabric mysteriously seeming to vanish as it fell away. The zebbi (as she had been nicknamed by her friends), did likewise to the lower part, leaving her chest and shaft bare to those before her.

Such a sight was always awe inducing as many simply stood with their mouths hung open, savoring the sight and only imagining the very power beneath a hand or foot.

Amara said nothing, knowing the villagers could not read her mind through mostly gestures now.

Providing such a wonderful service as they were about to was not without reward. As she lowered herself to sit down, presenting even more with a wondrous view of her backside, one of hers that was large and bubbly, she thought back on the favors returned: of how she had helped dig spots for gardening, or carried a large bucket of water for the entire village to use, among many others as a forgotten cart was suddenly flattened below an ass cheek.

She spread her legs out and gave her toes a flex and wiggle, enticing the villagers to approach and service the benevolent zebbi.

Amara did her best to relax as a contingent of villagers ran about to various parts of their wonderful deity and started to perform.

She held back a giggle as so many of them together began to tickle, but that sensation was soon replaced with a low rumbling moan as she could feel the many hands gliding up and down along her foot paws, others giving a sensual rub to her shaft and balls, causing it to steadily rise and tighten, the slit starting to dribble pre.

Her hand had fallen against an unfortunate house, as she curled her fingers when the others have ascended the lofty peaks of her breasts to tweak and tease at the nipples. Then her fingers clenched and instantly crushed the structure to nothing.

She remembered hearing stories from her other friends about how the little people in this village were mere playthings and would stomp their homes to nothing, even with people inside them, or that they took the villagers and rammed them hard against their body parts.

She couldn't do that, and thankfully she was not alone in that line of thinking, as that particular giantess suddenly came to mind, Amara ushered another loud moan, her mind working on physically having that friend with her. A hand wrapped against her throbbing shaft, she began to strike and rub, hugging the little ones tight against her pride, but using enough caution not to harm them.

Oh they fun she could have on the open field with another giant, the very shaking of the ground as they rolled together: kissing, licking, touching...oh dear...

The zebbi shook; sending many of the villagers falling away into her fur as such intense thoughts sparked her arousal even more and threatened to have her flood the poor village below.

Shifting back as best she could, she waited for the villagers to all safely clamber off of her mountainous form. That done, Amara rose up and went back a couple steps toward the hills before her, a sly smirk crossing her muzzle as she knelt down and slipped her shaft between the hills, proceeding to thrust and grind heavily back and forth, feeling the little bits of land rubbing and digging against her engorged pride.

Sooner than she expected, she gave a loud, ground shaking cry of pleasure as the hills broke away beneath the incessant pounding of her balls, a gusher of white shooting out from her pride as she rode out the waves of ecstasy as long as she could muster.

Falling over onto her side and soaking into the afterglow of her orgasm, she felt a few tickling sensations down below by her toes, having clenched heavily during the release.

Spreading them open, she saw a few stragglers of the village had gotten caught and stuck up against her toe-crotch, the soft, musky scent from her feet clinging to their clothing as they simply waved at her in thanks.

Giving a chuckle, she saw the impressions she had already made into the land. As her friends had said, this was a wonderful place to be, especially with such benefits. Now if only she could get another friend to join her next time...