Attack of the Giant Corgi
Commission for Pop :3
Sequel to "The Incredible Growing Corgi"
Quinn © Pop
Everyone else made up by me.
Contains adult vore and stuff.
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The giant corgi known only as Quinn wagged as he stepped around what was once his house. Grinning, he paused in the road as he saw a car driving down the road towards him. The giant corgi opened his mouth, and his antennae glowed as he pulled.
The driver of the car, a raccoon, was driving home to have lunch there instead of having to pay through the nose for cafeteria food at his job, food he was less inclined to eat anyway, when he turned the corner onto his street and saw a shining thing the size of a house in the road. He stared, still driving towards it, and for a moment thought it looked like a feral dog, then gravity left him and the whole car was falling... it was falling towards that canine maw!
Quinn closed his eyes, gulped, and licked his lips, exploring the new flavors as his body disassembled the car in his stomach, and then absorbed the driver. He sighed, opening his eyes again once the mass had redistributed, and looked at the sky. By the relative position of the sun in the sky, the dog thought it was midday, and delved into the taken minds to determine what that meant time-wise. He grumbled. Alien species' time systems were always so localized, he had no way of relating it to any of his own units. Oh, a Day is how long the Earth takes to rotate completely. Or a Gulardock is the time it takes Zradonis Minor to switch with Zradonis Major twice. Or...
The giant corgi shook his head. Anyway, from his observation of the rotational speed of this planet before crashing, he had some idea of the time it took to take his location from darkness to midday. He angled his antennae, and picked up his ship again, it seemed to be on the other side of a densely urban area from where he was, in the mountains. He hmmmed, licking his lips as he accessed his stolen minds for information on the city. Soon he had a map far more accurate than any city planner or cartographer, made up of the experiences in the city of dozens of individuals. Certainly there were a couple blank spots, areas none of the people had been to, but he'd fix that soon enough. His belly rumbled again.
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The city of Sorson was the largest urban center until the state capital, and rested at the foothills of a broad mountain range, separating it from said capital. In the plains downhill from the city were the many suburbs, spread out like the farmlands of a feudal township around the lord's tower. The city itself was arranged into commercial, residential, and industrial sectors. The streets were full of critters headed to their lunch hours at the many restaurants throughout the city. It was lunchtime for someone else, too, who was causing glasses to shake in a very evocative way, followed soon after by the requisite screams.
Quinn giggled. Not being as sneaky as this morning was just about as fun as the sneaking had been, and far less effort! He wagged and opened his mouth at the running critters and pulled. Like the kibble in the kitchen, dozens of denizens were pulled into the air, and dragged down his throat without a care. But unlike the kibble, he could feel each of them writhing and squirming as they slid down and into his belly, even as his body added them to the deepening sea of minds he had stolen. The sensation was starting to get to him, even as he grew. He snapped his maw shut, licked his lips and snagged a bunny out of the air with his tongue. The hare had been caught in his pull, but it ended before he could get sucked into Quinn, but before he could fall back to earth, the corgi was slurping over him slowly.
The screaming continued, and sirens started to come from the distance, faintly. Quinn perked and swallowed his latest treat, grinning as he realized all this consuming was arousing him. The naughty pup's shaft dripped, the asphalt shimmering wherever the slick substance touched, even as it soaked in. In fact it seemed to smooth out into a rubbery surface.
As that bunny's mind entered his own he perked. Such naughty thoughts the bunny had. As he looked down at the street again, he realized he was in the process of being surrounded by police officers. He grinned. "Hey boys!" He said in a cheerful voice, before his tail whipped out and wrapped around an afghan in uniform. Before the longhair could respond, he was reeled up and in, stuffed under that dexterous tail into a slick shiny pucker with a squelch, "Oooh... Oh that does feel nice." He giggled and aimed his rump, before flopping it down on some other officers. By now the air was filled with gunfire, the bullets bouncing harmlessly off his rubbery hide. He grinned, looking to the officers in front of him, his shaft jutting out quite prominently between his legs now, one big shiney paw reaching forward and scooping up another officer.
The Dalmatian squirmed and struggled, in the strong grip of the squishy slick paw as he was raised up, his feet dangling over the giant corgi's dripping shaft. As the paw started to lower him, a thought entered his mind. No, it couldn't be. That was impossible, right? But every moment it was becoming the most prominent possibility for where this was going. His suspicions were confirmed when his feet pressed into a wet, slick opening, the dal whining fearfully, unable to resist the grasp of the paw. "I shoulda been a fireman like mama wanted..." The doomed dal muttered as his legs slid away.
Quinn crooned and panted as he fed his shaft the spotted pup, "Ohh... should have tried this on Andy.... Nice and wiggly ferret.... Mine now... like you..." He smirked down at the gathered police officers, the gunfire having stopped since one of their own was too close, and sliding closer with each pulse of that massive shaft.
The furred dal gasped and moaned as... somehow... it started to feel really good, a warm tingling filling his lower half as his hips slid into the greedy pup's arousal. The big paw atop him pushed down once more time before letting him go, the cop more than helpless to escape now. He whined with pleasure as his body sank deeper, more and more of his frame becoming a bulge in the underside of the giant pup's maleness, until with a soft yip and a blissful smile, the dal slipped totally out of sight.
The corgi ooohed and stroked his shaft, feeling the lump inside travelling down, before settling in his sac below, "Mmmm... good boy... my dallie." He panted, and grinned, aiming his shaft at the other cops, his antennae glowing.
One by one, the remaining cops in front of him were yanked into the air and then shoved down after the dal, but were not given the luxury of a smooth, slow decent like their colleague, instead the powerful will of the corgi forcing them in all at once one by one until he couldn't see any more police in front of him. Turning to look behind him, Quinn stood up, raising his tail and focusing again, his antennae glowing. The cops who had been behind him this whole time and hadn't seen what had happened to the others, and didn't know what to think, other than avoid that long tail, before one by one, they got yanked into the air!
Quinn licked his lips, rumbling happily as the last of the police sent after him was claimed into his body, his belly and heavy sac burbling as he grew larger, mass redistributing about as he started to pad further through the city, snagging anyone he saw out on the street with his mind, and pulling them into his grasp, "Oohh... such tasty critters on this planet..." He muttered after swallowing a particularly wriggly skunk. Just then, he noticed something rumbling, and a long barrel appearing from around a corner.
The barrel was followed by a tank, the war machine rattling and rumbling as it moved along the asphalt, followed by others. Sound and sensation from behind told Quinn he was being surrounded with them. A glance into his collected consciousness told him what they were, and he grinned, "Oh dear, I must have really scared the critters here."
There was a pause as the tanks got into position, and then the shelling began.
Quinn just stood there, giggling as the heavy projectiles just bounced off his rubbery form, glancing off to hit nearby buildings. He could hear a panicked call for ceasefire as people started pouring out of the damaged buildings nearby. The corgi grinned, his antennae glowing. The desperate critters would find themselves in midair and being shuffled about to one of the alien's three orifices, so many critters just flowing inward, "Oooooh..." Quinn moaned as he took a break, his body growing as he absorbed the new people, "Mine."
He then looked down at the tanks, "You know~" He grinned broader, "I really should have alloys to help repair my ship..." His antennae glowed, and the tanks themselves started to rise off the ground, and he licked his lips, starting to feed them to his body one at a time, enough around him to feed each orifice plenty of times. He gasped when one even fired while inside him, the shell harmlessly bouncing around before coming to a stop and being absorbed.
Once the tanks were gone, the corgi was half the height of one of the skyscrapers, grinning broadly, "Oh this is such fun..." Quinn wagged and continued on, vehicle and critter alike getting hoovered into one of his greedy entrances. At one edge of the city he saw a water tower, and got a naughty idea. He padded over to the tower, then sat cleanly over it. His ring stretched easily, letting the tower press into his insides, stretching him out like a uniquely shaped shaft. Quinn groaned happily and ground into the foundation with his hips, the sound of creaking metal meeting him. He kept it up, stroking at his shaft with a paw. Finally he climaxed, shooting his slick shiney seed across everything within three blocks... everything started to look shiney and rubbery. Quinn giggled, and clenched, moaning as the water tower got yanked off its foundation and melted away into him, "Water will make a good thruster fuel..." He muttered as he gathered some more from the spraying hole in the ground, before heading onward.
The sun's relative position told him he had taken not all that much time to make it through the city, not that there was much of a city left after he was done. The corgi giggled, padding up into the foothills. He paused. There was a tarp over his ship! And the crash site was surrounded in big black SUVs, and critters wearing black suits. A cursory glance into his collected minds told him this was the government, or something. Might have been. Conflicting theories!
He grumbled. "Well this won't do..." He yelped as an energy blast hit him! He turned to see a few suits and scientists in white coats operating an energy weapon of some kind. There was a molten scar on his flank where it had hit. The giant corgi flatted his ears back, his antennae glowing. The whole weapon imploded, as if it had been crushed in a giant fist. "You know..." Quinn growled, "I'm hungry again."
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Seymour murmured, slowly awakening. He looked around, and yelped as he heard a squeak when his head turned. He tried to stand, overbalanced and fell over. Looking at his paws he yelped again, looking over the shiney paws, and then noticing he was quadrupedal now. He whined in confusion, looking around again.
Quinn grinned as he padded into view, "Oh good, you're awake, Source."
"I... what happened?" The confused shiney pup asked.
"I made a new pup out of you two, I hope you don't mind..." He turned a mirror on the wall towards the confused pup, showing that he was indeed a feral greyhound, with his old Jack Russell coloration. "I hope I don't have to explain the new name." He chuckled.
Source could feel it now that he thought about it, other memories, his other half's being, being Corsair... being Seymore's pet, loving mac and cheese with sausage, cuddling with Andy... well both of his memories had a lot of good things about Andy... He looked at the corgi slowly, "W-where's Andy...?"
Quinn looked about to speak, then stifled a belch instead, "Oh, uh. Did you want him back? Or as part of you? He'd make you sleeker, definitely!" The corgi still spoke with what sounded a lot like Andy. He padded over and hugged Source, "Anyway, you're mine now. Thought I'd keep you since you were nice to me and all. And to say sorry for being sneaky to ya... and so I can eat you again..." He whispered that last part right into Source's ear, licking his lips, "Over and over and over and over..."
Source whimpered, but he couldn't help it, he felt aroused by the idea, both memories of being eaten so sensual.
The corgi grinned and gently lead his new hound out of the room he woke in, to a room with a window. The window looked out over a starscape, and a blue ball floated in the air, with a smaller white ball next to it, in the distance.
"Where am I...?" Source asked, looking around, thinking he was looking at a night sky.
"Look more carefully." Quinn responded, wagging and smirking.
Source looked across the stars, then paused at the balls... seeing other colors on the blue... the arrangement... it was impossible. "I'm in outer space...?"
Quinn grinned, "Yup! Good boy. You might earn your antennae yet."
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