Fairily Horrific ---------------- Robin couldn't help but laugh out loud, the rows of sharp teeth between the fairy's parted lips shimmering in the distant, cataclysmic glow. Leaning back against the roaring nuts churning up the final, perfect storm unleashed upon reality. His legs were sprawled over his shaft, the fleshscape stretching far beyond eternities, the violent contractions tearing apart the very concepts struggling to hold existence together, pumping out more seed than could be described by mere volume alone. His tongue hung from his mouth and his eyes rolled up in abject pleasure at the unfathomable devastation his climax, the utmost climactic event to all and ever, was wreaking, making chaos itself look less than paltry in what wasn't even capable of comparison. Every tiny blip he felt detonating against his cock was another omnireality obliterated. Innumerable civilizations within the vast, cosmic confines abruptly faced with their last moments, the most prosperous histories brought to a sudden stop by the horrific beast that most couldn't see coming, and the ones that did only broke their very selves apart by the madness of being unable to halt their imminent, inevitable doom. Extinction wrought unto swaths of species, from the simplest creatures to the greatest beings become one with energy, their populations wiped away into absolute nothing before they could gasp their final breath. Their worlds lost to but an insignificant sub-fraction of individual grooves of skin, ripped asunder by the foundations of matter they were made of, singular quarks unravelling into a mere iota of entropy, which too was crushed out of an existence that lasted no longer than them. Frayed ends of timelines snapped against the vastness of Robin's ballscape, every moment in time suddenly splitting into an infinitude of parallels as unmatched force tore through their fabric. Each instant faced with ruin, futures rupturing as they never would be, pasts dissolving to having unoccurred, the present ceasing immediately, time running itself out as its remnants were merely a shimmer against swelling, stretching, rippling flesh. Deep, gurgling churns heard through the ages that they ground beneath temporal dust, plunged into utter unbeing. Eternities unable to strain far enough beyond infinity, pulled infinitesimally thin before simply shredding themselves into naught. The mortals sufficiently unlucky to have gods still watching over them received no respite from their prayers. The most valiant deities couldn't even start to comprehend the sheer horrors of what came for them. Their omniscience brought beyond its absent limits from the mere attempt of beginning to realize his existence. Seeing nothing in it but their own oblivion, hearing only the screams of their selves being rent to pieces, faced with the impossibility of their immortality unable to save them from a fate so much worse than death. Their minds cracking with pure madness, their composure all but lost to incoherent screeching. The mightiest omnideities, steadfast fixtures persistent past forever and far before the before, were reduced to convulsing uncontrollably in mindless insanity. In desperation, they created horrid abnecant realms, untold dimensions of things that could not be, vast new everythings beyond capability of description in the vain hope of slowing down the onslaught of pulsing, heaving meat that undid what they had spent eternities fostering in a single twitch. Trying and failing to bring on their own destruction, a hopeless endeavor to escape the inevitable. The more foolish ones set out to wage their final war against a foe they were too insolent to concede their hapless inferiority to before they felt it first-hand. Most found their souls alone in the afterlife, the pantheons supposed to be watching over them nothing but broken shells. Seeing their creators' husks before a backdrop of the oncoming beast not sated merely by their deaths. Their collective wails reverberating off of its rippling surface as it tore through their very core. The light of their lives snuffed out like candles submerged under an ocean of flesh; extinguished. He couldn't begin to count the malmyriad of those greatest of extracosmic everspheres fell to his utter enormity at every moment to never pass again. How many more were ripped to shreds by the force of idle pulses of his shaft. And the innumerable amounts drowned in the violent tides of cum he was unloading past the boundlessness of what even nothing could not encompass. Just how filled to the brim they all were of excravescent suprastructures, godly beings and mortal specks, all there only for him to break, crush and kill. And yet, no matter their endless numbers, their indestructible constitutions and their unwavering everpresence, every single one of them met with the same, unstoppable, turgid fate. Unparalleled devastation of each variation, permutation, possibility and impossibility of all, beyond, further and more. The final event unfolding, the last thing to ever occur, the edge of oblivion. The best part of it all was that it was far too late. By the time the feeling of all those desperate struggles reached his senses, their essences were already gone, their souls torn apart, the last shreds of them ever *being* utterly erased. The anguished pleas for mercy and wavering cries in the fight to save creation from its total, irredeemable annihilation were mere echoes of what now had never been. Knowing that their hopes were long crushed along with them, that their battles were long lost without him even noticing they had begun and that it was all long over before he'd taken in the first whimper made the horrific, amplifying screams only sweeter to listen to. Robin's manic laughter became ever more shrill as the realization sunk deeper and deeper into him. Uncaring that his cruel giggles rung louder than the final words to have been spoken, passing by the last and only chance of them being heard before they were silent for good. His frayed mind, clouded by conceit, instead filled with the sadistic euphoria of having done the unspeakable. His egotistical greed and lust for power utterly overloading into frenzied ecstasy by even the slightest thought at what he'd wrought. All gone. All over. All him.