Higher Realms (Patreon)

This picture comes with an awesome story written by the talented https://www.furaffinity.net/user/me-havoc/ that was inspired by the pic! Thank you so much!

Took a while again to finish this one since it contains a lot of detail x..x I was trying to achieve a very divine over the top look with all the planets and what not. Hope you like the result <3

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Climbing to the apex of existence, is a feat reserved for the most divine, the most powerful. He’d lost count of the eons he’d lorded over this universe, stewarding it, shepherding it, breathing life into new nebulas and extinguishing stars at the end of their life. He was the bringer of raptures, the creator of life across infinite solar systems. Any recollection of his previous existence was nothing but a hazy dream. Images of a being he no longer was.

He was everywhere and everything all at once, recognized by the civilizations he’d fostered through some capacity as an enigmatic being always watching over them, one that could end or begin them with a wave of his hand.

His senses extended across each corner of the cosmos, feeling his realm, each supernova each black hole and singularity, every planet and civilization pulsing, thriving, contracting. He relished the catharsis of creation, with waves of his hand he could will planets into existence and shape them to his liking. Galaxies were his models, solar systems and stars his building blocks.

He sat content, eyes closed, on a moon in his own personal star system. One he’d created as his abode. His throne overlooking a gas giant with blue and orange storms swirling on its surface like polka dots, its two rings arced overhead dominating the skyline. Other moons were scudding through the silver accretion discs, shaping and sculpting them, scintillating in the red and blue light from the distant binary stars. He was drifting floating on an ethereal plane, scanning his universe.

That was when he felt it.

A presence, something massive the likes of which he’d never felt, penetrating into his universe, spreading, consuming. He probed it curious and was suddenly assaulted by a searing rush. He winced, clenching his eyes, baring his teeth caught in the gaze of something, no someone immense, drawing it’s attention, the focal point of a malevolence he couldn’t fathom. A power that was beyond his comprehension. Gasping, his head pounded, filled with scenes of unimaginable destruction, sprawling mega cities razed to the ground, massive three toed craters terraforming continents into craters of mulched earth and fire, civilizations brought to their knees, powerful gods besmirched into stains on immense yellow soles, planets crushed into melted pools of slag under a celestial pair of sandals. He got overwhelmed with the approach of this theological manifestation.

His eyes snapped open with a jolt.

The reflected warm blue and red light of his suns were gone, a shadow had fallen over the gas giant, the once bright discs now dark. For the first time in eons, he shivered, it was an unnatural feeling, not knowing while being used to always knowing, always being in control, pulling the strings. A prickly tingle ran down his spine, his hackles raised out of a primal reflex embedded into every creature mortal or not.

The feeling of something being behind them.

With a deliberate slowness he turned, then froze.

The great escarpments of pearlescent rock that usually served as the backdrop to his throne were dominated by something else, filling the horizon and dominating his vision. Its features were unmistakeable.

A gargantuan planet sized eye, grey iris aimed directly at him, studying him, judging him. The pupil narrowed, the eyes orange periphery shaping its expression into one of amused curiosity, a triumphant malice glinting across it. He was then imbued with a teal glow, the iris changing hue glowing teal before he was blinded by a sudden paralyzing flash.

His head span, stomach doing somersaults as a wave of nausea was passing through him. It felt like his insides were being wrenched from his body, pulled through several dimensions at once. Invisible forces were tugging at him as he was falling through a teal void, one he had no control over regardless of how much he tried to conjure a portal back to his moon. Shapes suddenly began to come into focus. He grunted as solid ground materialized under his feet, dropping to a knee as the ethereal portal dissipated.

He was panting, vision swimming eyes clenched to try and stop the sickening spinning. A pungent scent filtered through his nostrils with each inhalation. It was powerful and acrid, burning his snout, clouding his racing thoughts. As his surroundings phased into perception, he became more aware of where he was. The floor was cool and smooth like marble. A strange orange monolith loomed before him; he blinked trying to discern as another whiff of that fetid smell was filling his nostrils. In the background he could distinguish great alabaster ornate pillars stretching up so high their tops were blurry. There was no ceiling in its place. A brilliant cluster of millions of stars, blue, red, orange and yellow were twinkling and glistening against a dark purple backdrop. The heavens acting as this acropolis’s roof. He couldn’t even begin to conceptualize how it was constructed. He could create and disintegrate galaxies with a snap of his fingers but this was architecture on another level as entire universes worth of resources would be needed to sculpt such pillars.

He blinked again, clearing the blear from his eyes and then felt his blood run cold. His breath caught in his throat, his heart felt like it’d palpated out of shear disbelief.

The orange monolith before him was no pillar, it was a leg. A gargantuan towering muscled calf stretching up and up and up. Three draconic digits were protruding from a very meaty slab of a paw with familiar yellow soles. It was an appendage so vast to him, mountain ranges would have looked small. Nothing in his cosmos would compare to them, he himself was only barely half as tall as those mighty toes. Another stinging inhalation of potent musk drew his attention to the steaming wisps of stench wafting from between the canyons of toe gaps, oozing this being’s overpowering scent. The foot was nestled in an equally gargantuan ornate sandal with golden patterns, the worn sole sculpted by the imposing paw that occupied it. Runes decorated the strap arches, dark jewels glistening amongst them. An extra magnificent looking jewel recessed where the straps joined.

He squinted recognition sparking inside him as he scrutinized the jewels more.

No not jewels, they were universes swirling super clusters encapsulated and embedded in the footwear like they were some gem stones.

Including his own, he could recognize his creation from anywhere, after the eons he’d spent shaping it, his achievement now recessed in the strap of this temple like sandal.

Other details suddenly came into focus making the knot in his stomach tighten. Dangling from the sandal straps were a series of orbs each one housing a being inside a force field of solid mana. The foot itself was decorated in golden chains, an anklet with more orbs housing more beings wrapped around the lower leg. Another chain extended down to the immense toes, a golden broach set in its middle with a golden skull engraved into it. An idle wiggle of the gigantic digits exposed a colourful toe ring, blues and greens wrapped around the middle digit. Their arrangement looking like continents and oceans, multiple planets warped and melded to fit around the grandiose digit.

If the paw alone was a majestic sight, it was nothing compared to the being it was attached to. Up and up his eyes traced, his neck stretching back and back. Toned calves lead to bulging muscled quads, a thick tail lashed idly behind tufted with blue fur. A tribal like garb was wrapped around a toned waist, white linen interlaced with teal trim, comprising of more glowing runes. An eight pack of rocky abs rippled under yellow and orange skin as muscles flexed with each rise and fall of a broad stocky chest. Twin peaks of round sculpted pectorals extended out to arms with slabs of muscle for triceps and biceps, culminating in a smirking draconic visage. A fiery red crown of hair next to two imposing horns and a pair of twitching ears finished the look. Two glowing teal eyes regarded him with a piercing gaze, they bored into him, into his very soul as he shrank away from it, prompting an emotion that he did not felt since the beginning of time.

Fear.

A disassociation suddenly overcame him, a derealization at his current circumstances. For millennia he’d ruled over his universe, the god of gods, the peak of existence throughout his cosmos. He’d never been challenged, never had to try as he could do and had done as he pleased. Civilizations worlds, galaxies were just objects for his enjoyment, sources of idle amusement shaped to his will.

Now he was in the position he had put billions in, regarded with the same disdain he had shown them.

As nothing more than a bug. At the feet of a dragon to end them all. His mere gravitas was awe inspiring, a presence that exuded pure sovereignty hailing from a higher plane of being, a level so far above himself, it was difficult to gestate.

This is what the true pinnacle of existence looked like, compared to that he was nothing.

Every fibre in his body then vibrated, a deep chuckle was reverberating through him. The mighty dragon’s snout parting as a hurricane of words followed.

“Considering you’re supposed to be the most powerful being in this universe, you’re pretty pitiful. I expected more.” The immense dragons words rocked through him tinted with a malicious disappointment as he pointed at the gem on his footwear.

“But I’m curious how long you can survive.”

Movement in the corner of his eye was snapping his attention away from the titan’s face. He was stupefied as the titan’s leg muscles engaged and flexed, heaving the colossal appendage upwards, positioning it overhead. The continent sized appendage eclipsing him in blackness. He was left gazing at the landscape of striations and grooves comprising the celestial tread. Instincts he didn’t even know he possessed screamed at him to run, yet he was frozen, eyes tracing over the multitude of crushed planets pebbling the flip flops underside, hemispheres of thriving nations now just decipherable dusty smudges on a godly pair of footwear.

This was impossible. It had to be some kind of dream or hallucination.

The lowering landmass of sandal reminded him it wasn’t.

It dropped with surprising speed. He threw his hands up but was fruitlessly forced onto his back by the unfathomable weight pressing down atop him. His surroundings disappeared, he was entombed in a worn foamy prison. The thoom of its impact echoed in his ears leaving them ringing as the flip flop thudded down, becoming flush with the floor. The hard marble had no give, the sandals sole melded around him, embedding him in it. An incalculable amount of mass pressed down on him squeezing the breath out of his lungs, he wheezed struggling for air. He couldn’t see, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, reduced to the equivalence of a wad of grime on the celestial footwear. He could move galaxies with his hands but here he couldn’t even squirm. All he knew was the smell, the smell of masculine musk, leaking trough the damp foam over eons of use and millions of conquering steps. It was tangible and potent as it made his nostrils sting, fogging his mind. He was forced to breath it as it replaced the air, making sparks danced in front of his eyes. It penetrated into the deepest depths of his cerebrum, almost as if it were sentient, overriding neurons and synapses and incepting an urge to give in, to submit, causing something to stir in his loins, a pressure breaking down his inhibitions. The scent was repugnant yet addictive and combined with the asphyxiation it sent him to a stage of delirium, the crushing pressure fading into the background. All he could focus on was the all encompassing musk and the relentless pressure. This emasculating force was igniting his libido. As the tendrils of unconsciousness gripped him, he felt himself growing hard. On all sides he was surrounded by the true god of gods, the crest of immortality squashed under his godly flip flop. If this was how he ultimately went so be it, blackness clouded his vision as he embraced the coming void.

Abruptly, the crushing pressure lifted away. He gasped and his bruised body wracked with something else he couldn’t recall the last time he’d experienced. Pain. A deep thud followed as the flopped foot settled. Toes were splaying and the foam compressed as it took the titanic dragon’s weight. Another thing became apparent. He was painfully hard.

“More durable than I anticipated.” The orange colossus snickered bemused. “Lets see how long you last inside my flip flops, hopefully longer than the last one.”

He was still recovering from nearly being popped when teal tendrils of mana suddenly wrapped around his wrists and ankles, spreading them, locking them in place. He didn’t try to fight them, his will was this beings, accepting his fate. They lifted his battered form off the ground transporting him towards the celestial piece of footwear. The dragon god’s paw receded exposing the insole, showing off the deep indentations his feet sculpted into the continents of foam. He was stewed in the superior dragons musk as he approached the insoles steaming with scent, reminding him of the lava plains on newly created worlds.

Only the heat and intensity there paled in comparison.

His eyes watered from the potency as he was overshadowed by the temple like flip flops, bejeweled universes swirling and pulsating, fitting decorations for a being of such stature. The flip flop’s toe strap soon loomed overhead like a monolith. The mana bonds extended, wrapping around it’s circumference and binding him to it. The expanse of the insole stretched out before him speckled with the debris from countless worlds, crushed remnants of planets and cities, smoothed into the damp surface. Minuscule figures, tiny beings, ones even smaller than his own toes were scurrying amongst the debris, scraping a living on the world that was this footwear.

A content rumble echoed overhead. He couldn’t see but he felt the titans paw slip back into the sandal. The musk was so tangible he could taste it. His erection ached yearning for more domination by this colossus as the mere aura was saturating his senses. It’s intensity increased as the toe strap was consumed by an orange and yellow canyon, mountainous digits that nestled themselves into the grooves, the sole itself dirtied from the worlds it had walked upon. He was scrunched together between toes that had ended billions of worlds and besmirched even more of deities. It was like being pressed between two moons, each digit a magnificence in their own right. He moaned, squeezed between mountains of doughy flesh sinking into the leathery folds, engulfed by supple toe meat and subsumed in the heat and scent.

Content with his new existence.