Consumer Of Worlds (Cosmic Cortana planet vore)

Consumer Of Worlds:
(Cosmic scaled Cortana eats a lifeless planet)
> Cortana rested in a far flung galaxy, her body now several trillion kilometers tall. She was now visible from systems away.
> Her legs rested close to a star, basking in the light and the pleasant heat, while her body stretched across the orbital plane of the system.
> Consuming mass and energy from stars, planets and the odd ship or thousand had given her such immense, mind breaking size.
> And while we're on the topic of consuming mass...
> A glimmer sparkled in her planet sized eyes as she spied something zip towards her, and her titanic lips smiled.
> Like a human reaching for a drink from a hammock, Cortana reached out lazily and 'plucked' a little planet out of the vacuum. Relative to her, it was the size of a marble.
> As delicately as she could, she pinched the planet with her colossal fingers and slowly brought it towards her.
> The planet was a barren red sphere, much like Mars in its shape and texture. For anyone standing on the planet, the sky would darken to blue as the fingers careened down. As they slammed into planet with the force of a thousand meteors, a plume of dust shot up and enveloped the planet in eternal darkness.
> Cortana brought it towards her, poking out her tongue in habit from her human origins that felt like aeons ago.
> The entire planet shuddered and groaned as it accelerated to unthinkable speeds towards her in her grip. Cracks, ruptures and fissures formed across the entire planet, gaping holes that lead to the molten core itself. The force distribution field generators in her fingers were the only reason the planet hadn't crumbled not just to dust, but to liquid yet.
> Eventually, the planet reached her lips. She peered at it, smirking at how destroyed and broken it was from the mere act of picking it up.
> But she gave it no more thought, opening up her mouth to reveal the all consuming cave of her mouth, and plopped it in like a mint.
> Her tongue lapped at the lower edge, the tastebuds gouging into the planet several hundred kilometers deep, leaving massive tears as it rolled along the dimpled surface towards the center.
> It took a few moments for the information from her taste buds to reach her processors at the speed of light. The planet had a coppery tang, a spiciness that was utterly delectable to her machinelike tastes.
> She chuckled when she detected the every so faint trace of organic compounds. Seems that there is simple life on the planet.
> Or rather, was on the planet.
> Her tongue swished from side to side, twisting and turning it to tear into it from every angle. Before long it was left as a broken, torn husk. There was no ground, no atmosphere, nothing. It had been reduced to a protoplanet, a collection of dusts in the primordial stage of the Universe.
> The tongue rose upwards towards her palate. The planet itself bent from the acceleration forces, deforming into a slightly oblong shape from the speed.
> And then the tongue hit the palate, and the planet was simply destroyed. Pulverized. With a faint little 'pop' to her, it was reduced down into a fine cloud of dust. Faint flashes broke out in the moment of its crushing from some atoms splitting from the forces and creating nuclear detonations.
> Cortana cooed and moaned at the sensation, at feeling the delightful little heat of molten planet core spread against her tongue and palate.
> She lowered her tongue to reveal the planet, or what was left of it, a thin cloud of dust roughly coalesced into a spherical shape. There weren't even asteroids left, just dust.
> Cortana gulped, powerful electromagnets grabbing the dust field and sending it spiraling down her throat. The entire planet didn't even make a bulge in her neck.
> The remains were spat out into her stomach, a vast, vast, vast chamber filled with a beautiful purple nebulae. A faint, sun like glow emanated from the walls, illuminating it in a ghostly sheen.
> Within the stomach were specks, ever so faint specks of ships. Some human, some Covenant, and even a few Forerunner vessels. All trapped within her until she decided she bored of the germs.
> Even now, they fought, faint flashes of laser and plasma fire illuminating the nebulae around them. They had accepted their new lives, and would fight to the very end, even within their new confines. Somethings never change it seems.

>Cortana stretched her arms back and patted her stomach. It always felt good to eat something, no matter how small.