The Rampage - Part 07
So I maybe-kinda-sorta neglected to remember to post the last two parts here on SoFurry.
Whoops.
Still, the events in this part were an inevitability, eh?
Swinging his hips around, Zilla moved his tail so that it lay parallel with his body, and that the underside of it lay exposed to the open air. Moving the torn front of the captured subway train, he aimed it straight towards the gaping pucker of his anus. As though fully expecting, and rather willing at that, the large creature plunged the front cabin of the subway into his body without a lick of resistance. The flesh parted only enough to allow the metallic object inside, and thus ensured that he be able to feel every single intricacy, right down to the edges of the windows and sliding doors.
Closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side, a low rumble of bliss escaping his slightly opened mouth, the large monster would likely describe himself in a dictionary as a spitting image of pure happiness. In particular he seemed to twitch and fidget in bliss whenever a subway car fully passed within, and it transitioned to the next train; there was slight space between them, which allowed for extra articulation and manipulation of how to continue pushing it within, being utilized to its fullest for attacking the most difficult to reach pleasure areas inside his body.
Zilla used his newly found toy slowly and methodically, as if having learned that using human-made objects with too much gusto ensured their destruction before his peak. He had to resist pushing it all in at once, crushing the other cars between his fingers, or simply moving around too much to ruin his comfortable self-created seat. Grasping with both hands, he held onto half of the train not already forced into his tightening rump, squirming in place during the process.
The anal region worked wonders in processing the object being used to tickle at its nerves in all the right ways. Its flesh extended slightly just to grab at a bit more of the train, as if the body were becoming impatient and wanting more. Horrible screeching of metal bending came forth from his lower body, muffled by the scales and flesh, as any casual observer might notice how the train never distended much of his scales despite hundreds of feet worth of train already entered into it.
Twisting the train and pulling it back allowed Zilla to get it into an even better angle for pleasuring himself. With more than half of the train out of sight, he yanked back on it before pushing it forth every now and again to both create a vibrating sensation inside his rump, but also to rub it along the underside of his shaft. His restraint fading, the train cars began to crumble just slightly, and in particular allowed for many of the commuters to fall from the windows. If nothing else, they managed to gain a beautiful, if not fleeting, view of the contrast between their subway car and that of the shaft; that proud blunt obelisk of flesh being nearly three times as thick as the metal carriages.
Clenching his hands along the back end of the train, the great beast twisted it around as he realized the ride was coming to an end. Only a couple cars remained, and he made sure to compact all of them down, while relishing in the slight bit of resistance that had formed. Eventually it waned down to just a few more feet of metal needed to for this bit of bliss, tabbing a finger against the caboose. Conscious effort to gain pleasure from that train left, as the anus pulled the rest in on its own.
Next, however, Zilla slapped a hand down upon the ground to collect several buses. Still suffering the pleasuring effects of the subway train, he couldn't control his movements with as much fluidity as before, and his nails dug into the ground to ensure that nothing escaped his grasp. He did his best not to squeeze them too much, but due to the amount he ensnared, it simply couldn't be helped, as the center ones were crushed between the pressure his hands exerted. Many of the folk chased after their buses, almost seemingly ignorant to the fact that they were being carried away by a giant reptile, as if the only thing on their mind was being that they would be late for their previous engagements.
Those people who did manage to get on their predetermined routes were instead rerouted for a much more significant purpose; to be the aid in their resident bipedal reptile achieving a higher sense of satisfaction. Taking them one at a time, twiddling the buses between his fingers, he bit off just the very tip of every one. He didn't aim to devour many beings in this fashion, as he made sure to keep the passengers inside. Instead Zilla tilted the objects down and aimed towards the flat top of his shaft, and shook the people out to tumble through the air. They were met by the gaping urethral slit, it being shaped more like a large rounded tunnel at this point, allowing the bodies to simply fall right inside.