The Court continues to expand, as do the waistlines, hips and loins of the Courtesans within it. Introducing Cavalier Starveling, a horse who has all the time in the world. And he’ll have all the world too, if you give him enough time.

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Running another RPG campaign at the moment so writing has been a little slow, but I’m hopeful things will pick up soon. Hope you’re all well dears.

Contains: Horse, humans, oral vore, anal vore, cock vore, mass vore, multiple prey, soul vore, weight gain, hammerspace, unwilling, fatal, digestion, M/M, M/F, M/Multiple, fat, belching, autofellatio

Taking His Time

Despite what some religions may claim, Apocalypses are not inevitable. Natural or magical disasters, political strife or outbreaks of disease can all cause chaos and suffering, but life is remarkably resilient. Even extinction events only result in a niche for a new species to become dominant. No. To really, truly, properly end the world, you have to work for it.

Not that Cavalier considered it work. The horse rested atop his swollen, churning stomach, putting all of his multi-tonne weight onto it. He was far, far larger than any mortal equine, ten feet in total, and yet his belly easily dragged on the ground when he stood, every step of his massive hooves accompanied by a cacophony of wet groans, churning gurgles, and heavily muffled screams. Even then, it was not nearly as large as it should be. Within his boiling gut were over seventy thousand squirming humans, smothered together in the most intimate and lethal embrace they had ever felt. Faces moaned and gasped into soft rears, hands were forced into fondling bellies and breasts, limbs drenched in slick acidic slime squeezed and writhed against each other. His bowels were even more tightly crammed, every loop of his intestines bulging with people squeezed two or three side by side. His balls were already rounding out, hundreds of bodies in each swollen orb weakly squirming as their flesh melted down into creamy stallion seed. An entire town, wiped off the map and crammed into his bloated body.

It had taken around four and a half seconds.

For the unfortunate citizens of Venn’s Croft, the town which now lay in ruins around his huge fat gut, those three and a half seconds had been stretched out into over two months of terror and gluttony. Time worked differently around Cavalier now. He moved at impossible speeds, and everything within a hundred feet or so of his vast body was sped up along with him. This allowed him to take as long as he desired to savour his meals, while mere moments passed outside the aura of greedy swiftness. There was no escape. Those who tried to flee simply reached the edge of the bubble, where they were slowed to a crawl, and he could catch up to them at his leisure. Those who tried to hide discovered that the horse’s senses were leagues beyond their own, able to hear a terrified heartbeat through thick walls and smell the delicious scent of prey from leagues away. Those who tried to fight learned just how strong and heavy and fat his body was, and just how difficult it was to hurt a living concept. And those who tried to plead and worship learned that there was nothing they could give the massive horse that he wouldn’t rather take from them.

He belched softly, smiling at the memory, and closed his dark red eyes, seeking out one little squirming mass within him. It wasn’t hard to locate her. His guts were very sensitive.

“Hello, Mrs Mayor. One more thing to do.”

The voice entered her ears and no-one else’s. Maria flinched, cowering into the hot walls of the horse’s belly. She was a soft, pleasantly curved woman in her early forties, with brunette hair which had tickled delightfully. Currently she was buried between half a dozen others, her body helplessly entwined with theirs in the tight, gooey confines of the equine’s guts. “Wh… what?” she whispered. “Who… who is…?”

“It’s me, Maria dear. Cavalier? The horse? We spoke briefly, mmm, a week and a half ago. You begged me for your life, I told you we’d speak later, then I sat on you and swallowed you up my fat ass? Do you remember?”

She did. Maria screamed, trying to squirm in a direction which wasn’t more of him. Her movements only pulled her deeper into Cavalier’s bowels, between the smothering masses of people on either side. They responded by squirming back, protesting and crying, trying to keep the precious inches of space they had managed to gain within the squelching, steaming tunnels. This only encouraged the others who were squeezed against them to start wriggling and squealing as well, and before long the horse’s overstuffed guts were a blissful parade of rippling bulges from his fat pucker all the way to the entrance to his overstuffed belly. Cavalier moaned, his swollen balls churning with delight.

“Ohh, that is delicious… Now now, morsel. You should know by this point that you’re not escaping. I just want to talk for a moment. Please?”

Maria pressed herself against the pillowy walls of his bowels, staring into the absolute blackness of the horse’s guts. There was very little room, of course. Her face was smothered into the ample breasts of another woman, a firefighter named Linh, while her own cleavage cushioned the hips of a young man named Harvey, who had been crammed between them. The others were still squirming feebly, unable to hear their conversation as Maria managed to reply, her lips tickling Linh’s chest. “I… I’ll talk. Please, just… stop… stop eating…”

“Oh, I have. I finished your town off a few hours ago.” Cavalier sighed pleasantly, looking over his churning gut. “I’ve just been enjoying the feeling for a while.”

“The whole town?” She whispered the words as if saying them too loud would break her. “You- you can’t-”

“But I did. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. I’m afraid I have a very boring formality to go through before we get to the next fun part. Do you mind?”

“Um.” Maria swallowed, feeling a face twist helplessly between her thighs. “Go… g-go ahead?”

“Thank you.” Cavalier cleared his throat. “You are Maria Pérez, mayor of Venn’s Croft?”

“I… y-yes.”

“Wonderful. You are hereby given notice that your world, and all those within it, are claimed by the Apocalypse, by the right of divine mandate. Your silencing will bring all of Creation closer to the perfection it once was, and…” he trailed off, frowning. He was so bored of this. He had time to do the full thing. He always had time. But why should he spend it on anything but what he wanted?

“Oh, I’m so sick of saying this. Tell you what, I’ll skip the whole speech and just do the basics. I am Cavalier, of the Apocalypse, and you are melting because it will bring me pleasure. That’s why I’m here.”

She shifted, deep inside him. “The Apocalypse? You’re… the Apocalypse?”

“Yes. It is our true name. But from the last few hundred settlements I’ve devoured today, I believe you might be more familiar with one of our nicknames. The “Horsemen” of the Apocalypse.”

Without Maria’s face pressed into the walls of his guts, Cavalier couldn’t quite tell her facial expression. But her voice was fun enough.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The horse chuckled, rolling onto his swollen flank. A wall crumbled to rubble under the weight of his girth. “No. I am Cavalier Starveling, Lord Famine. One of the Four.”

“S…so what? “Horsemen” just meant… big fat horses?”

“No.” Cavalier tapped his hoof on the imprint his sac had made on the hood of a car. “”Horsemen” has been accurate for millions of years now. The Horsemen themselves are deities, and can take whatever form they please. But it became a tradition for them to take steeds from the universes they destroyed. Horses, camels, ayvraks, spinwrights, elephants. Whatever the world held, they took, and they rode to new conquests on the spoils of their old ones. Oh, they claim it is to remind them of their duty, but that’s a load of shit. They like it. They like the power of it.”

He shook his head with distaste. There were better ways to enjoy power than enslavement.

“R-really. So where’s your steed, then?”

Cavalier smiled. “No, Maria dearest. I was the horse.”

She trembled inside, and he could feel her curiosity warring with her fear before she asked.

“What happened to your… rider?”

“Good question, morsel.” The horse raked his hoof across the car in a slow, satisfied pattern, crushing the metal like paper. “The world I lived in was annihilated when I was very young, and I was taken. I served Lord Famine for many, many years. He was hunger personified, and so he inflicted that upon his servants as much as his victims. He enjoyed it. You might have noticed the brand on my voluptuous car-crushing hips. That was his mark. Once, it was the mark of my enslavement. But no more.”

“You ate him. D-didn’t you? How? How How d-do you even eat something like that?”

The horse smirked, remembering the sweetness of a raging force of nature sliding into his gut. “Yes, I did. I won’t bore you with the whole story. It wasn’t easy, but it was the most satisfying meal of my life. In fact, it was the last satisfying meal of my life. By devouring and digesting the soul of such an ancient, potent being, I took on the mantle, and the endless hunger that came with it. I am Lord Famine now. One of the Four.” He shrugged, making his gut wobble and groan ominously. “My methods may be a little different from my predecessor, but they are… mmm… very effective. The others can’t complain. I end worlds even more swiftly than they do.”

“But… why? Why do it? W-why us? And why spend all this t-time gloating at me?”

The horse stretched, and stood up. His belly continued to drag on the floor, gurgling wet and lewdly. By now everyone around Maria was beginning to feel the tingle of his acids. It would take them two weeks of slow, churning agony to melt completely… or about six tenths of a second to the outside. There was so much he could do now. It was intoxicating.

“A lot of questions, morsel. I’m gloating at you because it’s required. As the ruler of this town - and yes, mayor counts - I am obligated to inform you of your fate. We skipped the whole speech, but you got the thrust of it.” He rolled his colossal hips, fat asscheeks wobbling as a shaft thick as an ancient oak thrust into the swollen girth of his belly. “Nnnf. It’s part of our tradition to declare your apocalypse “properly”. I’ve done the same with the mayors of every other little town I’ve gorged on. In a few decades - well, a few minutes to the outside - I’ll do the same with your country’s leaders. And then onto the next.” He licked his lips. “I’ve already been here for four hundred and twenty nine years, my time, and I’ve only wiped out one and a half continents. It’s you, because it’s everyone. I’m your Apocalypse, morsel. Welcome to the end.”

She whimpered.

“As for why… the official reason is that you should not exist. Once, before the Multifurcation, there was only one world, and it was perfect. The Apocalypses believe we must return it to that state, and to do so they must wipe out everything which has happened since. Mortal life is the most notable change they want to undo.” He snorted derisively. “So they rush around, trying to make a dent in the population of the whole multiverse.”

“The multiverse…” she gave a weak little laugh. It was adorable. “You don’t believe they can do it, then?”

“Not a chance. They’re a bunch of nihilistic deluded fanatics, and one day I’ll eat them for it and turn their grand plans to assfat. I like the way Creation is currently. So many worlds, so many cultures, so many tastes. This is all I want, Maria. A multiverse to treat as my menu.”

“But you’re trying to d-destroy it.”

“Yes. But very, very slowly. Slow enough to enjoy it. That’s all I care about, really.”

Maria trembled, her little fists balling deep inside the horse’s bowels. “All you c-care about… you fat monster! At least the others have beliefs. You… you just do what you want! You’re w-worse than them by a million miles!”

Cavalier grinned, stroking his gut. “Perhaps. I might agree with you, but I do have some counterpoints. First, I’m honest about my reasons. I’m not pretending any noble goal here. I’m a fat monster, and I adore it. Secondly, I’m enjoying it unreservedly, so at least one of us is having a good time. You wouldn’t believe how miserable Lord Pestilence is, and the others aren’t much better. Most of all, I take my time ending you. They usually just announce themselves to the whole planet at once; you’d never have a meeting, let alone a conversation. To me that matters much more: the personal touch.” He licked his lips. Maria whimpered. “But perhaps it would be less cruel to kill you all from afar, rather than intimately close. I chatted with a philosopher queen about it for two months once, while her species added to my hips. We never reached a definite answer.”

He paused for a moment, lost in the past, and the sensations of civilisations wiped out by gluttonous equine gullet. But still the aching emptiness gnawed at him. Even in his memories. Even with thousands of lives squirming inside him. Famine was famine, and Cavalier would never, ever be sated. He had known before he took the power, and had never regretted it. All he could do was embrace it.

“Well, regardless. I think that concludes my business, so all I have left is pleasure. Time to die inside me, morsel.”

Maria squealed, the last of her composure vanishing into pure panic. “No, wait! Wait! Mr Starveling, sir, please, I-”

“Hush. Melt.”

The little human began to beg and cry as the acids began their churning, smelting work, and the equine juggernaut listened, wandering lazily through the ruins of the town. His belly dragged sloshily on the floor, writhing bulges shifting in and out of it. Some were already begging to be allowed to digest and die faster. Cavalier shook his head, murmuring cruel taunts to each one of them. Everyone seemed so impatient. Mortals rushed to flee him, then rushed to pad out his hips. Even the other Apocalypses were always trying new techniques to end worlds faster and faster. The previous Lord Famine had ridden his steeds to the brink of death, desperate to shave precious days off the time it took to bring annihilation. And where had it got him? A few inches of particularly soft pudge on Cavalier’s hanging underbelly.

Perhaps that was what the power had given the young mortal horse, when he had swallowed his master and became a god. The time to take things slowly, and enjoy himself.

Cavalier smirked at the thought, and rolled over against a few cars, his fat, squishing body crushing them like sofa cushions. He hadn’t rested since the last town, after all. And the next one wasn’t going anywhere except up his ass.

His maroon eyes flickered, then closed. Within him, tens of thousands of lives wailed and wriggled, churning walls massaging hot acidic juices into their tender flesh. He didn’t sleep or dream. He just felt them, every one, for every moment. Time passed peacefully, and the horse lay there unmoving for all of the three hundred and sixty three hours it took to digest his prey completely, counting the seconds in gasps and squeals and moans.

And wet, deep, dreadful gurgles, of course.

Slowly and painfully, Venn’s Croft were liquefied. His bowels and his belly alike swelled with fresh tides of acid and bile, flooding through the squirming bodies like death and gluttony incarnate. Skin simmered away, then flesh was suckled from bone, then bone melted like candies, then soul was prised free from the chyme and tenderly stewed down to raw magical energy. Nothing was left. By the end, the gooey torrent pumping through his intestines was perfectly smooth, a uniform slush without even the slightest remnant of the living bodies it had used to be. Every drop was drunk by the squishing walls of the horse’s bowels, vanishing into villi like water on hot sand. Cavalier felt his blood engorging with the calories it absorbed, sluicing it away throughout his body to store the entire population as yet more of the layers of fat which sheathed his huge, powerful body.


They were kept conscious until the very end, their psychic squeals tickling his guts and sac. Some lost hope quickly, others squirmed until they had no more muscles to squirm with. Hundreds gave in to their instincts, writhing against each other, licking and humping in a lewd, futile attempt to outmatch the agony with pleasure. The tangled orgy rippled like the finest sex toy imaginable, massaging Cavalier’s insides and slathering his potent magical senses with lust and fear. But in the end, they all fell silent, and the horse’s body drank deeply. He grew a few inches taller, and the muscles which could drive through continental plates thickened and bulged. His fur became silkier, entire households used to condition the luxurious softness of his pelt. The majority of the billions of calories, however, was not considered necessary for the functioning of Cavalier’s beautiful predatory body. So it was stored.

Every inch of him, from head to just above his hooves, swelled with fresh, hot, thick pudge. His swollen belly sagged over the ground, barely shrinking as it emptied. For every tonne of liquefied flesh which stopped stretching it, he gained around that much in impossibly dense fat. The padded paunch rounded out, swollen bulges becoming smooth, soft rolls of pudge, squishing over the cars he rested on and crushing them to thin sheets of metal under the weight. His calves thickened, and his thunderous, plump thighs each sagged outwards by a full foot, wobbling with their new girth. Shamelessly, Cavalier funnelled twice as much to his ass as any other body part, and it grew and grew, until he had to add a few feet to his pelvis just to account for the oversized heft of his hips. Each cheek became as wide as a truck, and would have weighed over a tonne of jiggling fat if he had been a mortal horse. As it was, each step he took would show off entire cities worth of humans melted into perfect assfat. Between the massive, cruise-ship dumptruck of a rear, his pucker took as much as it could, thickening and plumpening into a swollen doughnut with the plush size of a car tyre. The calories he’d siphoned from Maria ended up there, to Cavalier’s cruel amusement. He knew where she’d gone. He knew where everyone he’d ever eaten had gone.

His churning balls were no kinder. Four thousand were absorbed directly into the rippling flesh of the horse’s sac, making each orb thicker and softer over weeks of suffering. Six thousand were processed into more girth and length for his pulsing cock, leaving it a pillar thick enough to reach a man’s waist, a cannon which could crush tanks with a lazy flop if he desired. The rest of those sloshing in his balls - more than ten thousand - were just slowly and painfully melted directly into thick, creamy seed, divine enzymes turning their flesh to nothing but liquid pleasure. Most of them welcomed it by that point, their melting minds addled by the lust sloshing all around it. Unlike those in his belly, they were permitted to remain conscious and aware even as their bodies broke apart. The soul-bound cream joined the internal oceans which had been built up over the rest of this conquest, swirling through the currents of gooey white extinction which gurgled between the horse’s fat thighs. If Cavalier had let his balls stretch to their true internal size, it would have been visible from space. As it was, they merely swelled to hang past his ankles and drag on the floor behind him. Anyone who pressed their face to the hot, soft surface would have been able to hear the truth… before becoming part of it.

The horse opened his red eyes a little over fifteen days after closing them. Silence reigned, save for the eternal muffled churning of his titanic balls. The air was quiet, with no wind. No more voices begged or pleaded or squealed from within. Just over a second had passed outside his bubble.

Cavalier returned his senses to his body slowly and tenderly, savouring every thrill as he felt the new pudge padding him out. His muscles should have protested as he stretched and stood up, but they lifted the kilotonnes of fresh fat with ease. He pranced a few steps forward, neighing softly with delight as the motion made his hips sway and wobble pendulously. His asscheeks blocked most of his view of what lay behind, so massive and heavy was each globe. His sloshing sac brushed the ground with every step, and his belly dragged along it permanently, spilling out to either side as if he’d been given low-hanging saddlebags. He had become gorgeously, sublimely obese with the fruits of his conquest, and it felt heavenly.

He paused, swaying his huge fat hips, and rolled onto his back, belly forming a fat dome in the air, monolithic cock thickening with excitement. One more thing to do, and it would take a moment. But he had many, many moments to spare. Cavalier focused patiently, clenching internal muscles with care to channel what was left of Venn’s Croft through his guts. After all, his belly was not quite empty yet. There it was, waiting in the gooey pits of his vast insides. The horse licked his lips, closed his eyes again, and let loose.

The silence was broken by a rumbling, gurgling roar louder than a space shuttle, along with a blast of thunderous, billowing, wet, acid-scented air, as the horse belched up seventy one thousand, four hundred and twenty three last breaths. They spilled from his open maw in a hurricane of humid wind, splattered with drops of saliva and carrying thousands of tastes over his tongue. The belch lasted several minutes of luxurious release, though the horse’s belly didn’t deflate even an inch. His guts were far larger than his paunch, after all. Cavalier spent the time humping his belly, fat hips wobbling as he drove his arousal into the squishing mass with enough force to crack a mountain. The sloshing gurgles were a nice counterpoint to the constant bass of the unholy belch. Even those he’d stuffed up his ass, like Maria, were discernible, and he shuddered with delight to learn how she would have tasted had he swallowed her.

He didn’t regret a thing, of course. The pleasure of stuffed bowels was its own reward. Everything he did was its own reward.

As the tide finally slowed, he leaned forwards, squeezing over his plush gut to lock his lips firmly around his colossal shaft. Cavalier was no stranger to self pleasure, especially with a stallionhood as oversized and gluttonous as his own. He sucked himself greedily, teasing his sensitive tip with his broad tongue, rippling his lips in tantalising patterns over his swollen glans, and eventually swallowing to massage and milk the pillar of lust. It was ecstasy. Even better, he could feel his prey’s souls within his sac, sloshing and gurgling. They were all still alive, conscious and pleading. Some had even guessed what was happening.

Cavalier knew he could have brought them back to life in new bodies if he wished. He could have done anything to help… if he wanted. But he also knew that what he actually wanted was to humiliate, ruin and digest every last human soul inside him.

The thought of that was enough to drive him over the edge, and his shaft spurted its own load of final gasps out as air bubbles amidst a torrent gooey of thick, sticky cream, a fountain which would have reached thirty feet in height, had the horse’s mouth not been in the way. Cavalier’s throat bulged as he gulped and gulped, drinking the steaming pleasure in huge, gluttonous swallows. Not a drop touched the ground. It all went down his throat, pooling in his belly and swelling it out anew. Over ten thousand consciousnesses, draining down his gullet. Cavalier snarled with delight around his shaft. He loved the sensation of fighting, squirming bodies squeezing into his maw, testing the strength of his throat against their struggles to survive, and letting them lose over and over… but drinking prey in liquid form felt so effortlessly, cruelly dominating. It was as easy as any other drink he’d ever taken. The rich, sweet creaminess still carried their tastes, mingled together in a delectably complex flavour, and the souls squealed and writhed their way down his gullet, by now all of them knowing exactly where they were going. The horse listened to each and every one. An ocean of living cream drained down his throat, and even with the impossible dimensions of his body, his belly swelled a few feet outwards. No bulges this time, just the sloshing liquid swells of a heavily filled gut. This load of prey would not need fifteen days to digest, half-liquefied as they were. But Cavalier would give it to them anyway.

He let the last of his orgasm drain into his hellish guts, stifling another belch, and lay there for a long, long moment, relishing the afterglow and suckling the last few gallons from his shaft. Then he lay there for another moment, just to enjoy the indolence. Then, with a sigh of bloated satisfaction, he stood up. His belly was even weightier than before, and his rump would take the lion’s share of it again once the souls within had been appropriately melted. Cavalier shivered with delight to think of how heavy and fat it would be.

Of course, by then he would have plenty of people to show it off to. He smiled, and began to walk slowly down the road out of Venn’s Croft, towards Greenwater, a small hamlet some eight miles away. There were a few isolated houses along the way which would keep him entertained and fed. The work continued. It would continue for millenia stored inside moments, until all living things on this delightful planet were wobbling on his cheeks and his belly and his balls. He would be here for lifetimes, and not even see the sun set until he had gorged on billions. But Cavalier didn’t mind. He could afford to be patient. That, more than anything, was what he had chosen godhood for.

The horse’s hoofs and sagging stomach cracked the asphalt as he dragged his gluttonous fat body onwards, towards the next course of his banquet.

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