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  1. Muscle Mice from Mars by Mr. Mouse The following story is a work of fiction written with no intention of deriving profit from it except for adding to the spank bank. All characters are copyright their respective characters in the Biker Mice from Mars universe and this story was written as an erotic parody. It should also be said that this is not a part of the BUST Club series and just takes place in the Biker Mice from Mars universe separate from anything that might go down in the BUST Club's Multi-Toon Universe. It was late at night and all the Biker Mice had been sleeping over at the Last Chance Garage in their stay-over cots. At least they were... As Vinnie stirred from his bed he wandered over to the fridge for a late night snack and then found himself unconscious on the floor with no explanation. The next thing the white-furred biker mouse knew he was strapped to a metal table. There were massive metal cuffs on his wrists and ankles that held him to the lab table with his arms straight out spread eagle. His tail had been bound down to keep him from doing anything untoward with it. He looked down over his bulging pecs to see he was still clothed in what he had worn to the fridge: Just a pair of blue pajama bottoms and a pair of pink bunny slippers. “Alright. Who's bright idea was it to try and kidnap the baddest motorcycle mamma jamma in the universe?” asked Vinnie as he struggled against his restraints. The huge muscles flexed over the seven foot tall biker mouse's frame but the three inch thick cuffs didn't budge an inch. The table shifted so that the mouse was rotated to a stand-up position with his arms still straight out to his sides. He had a feeling he should have worn his lucky neckercheif to bed that night but it was too late to worry about that now. He had bigger problems... much bigger. Strapped to a table just like his, but bigger, was a ten foot tall, blue scaled, muscular, dragon-like monster named Gorgonzola. He recognized the big blue naked monstrosity but noticed that his massive genitalia were no longer hidden but rather that his very human like and massive cock and balls were out on display at the given moment. “You know, Limburger, I agreed to give you this genetic sample willingly for moolah. I don't see hows all this is necessary,” said the blue-scaled monster of a man. Laurence Limburger then stepped out from the shadows as Carbuncle, his personal mad scientist followed with a massive milking machine tube over his shoulder. The Plutarkian smiled, “Necessity? Perhaps not. However, after our last few encounters I find that such precautions do provide a better peace of mind, as it were.” Carbuncle walked up with the massive tube on a hose and cleared his throat, “Ahem... for the er um... extraction... I will need your phallus to be erect.” “Sure thing bub,” said Gorgonzola. On command his massive foot long soft cock started to grow till it was a three foot long iron rod of destruction that pointed straight out from his groin. His massive balls swelled in anticipation while his giant dick leaked copious amounts of precum. The mad scientist placed the tube over the first half of the blue-scaled beast's cock and it immediately started to suck. Gorgonzola curled his toes and flexed his muscles. The restraints strained but held, “Oh yeah. This is the best cool million I ever did make.” Vinnie watched in awe at the massive cock that put his foot long hot dog to shame. Speaking of it had started to get harder in his very revealing pajama bottoms. The white-furred biker mouse blushed but then shook his head, “Hey! What's the big deal here? You kidnap me in the middle of the night for some freaky deaky sex show, fish face?” It didn't take long for Gorgonzola to erupt, flooding the tubes with a deluge of white juice fresh from the tap. While he was busy cumming, Limburger answered the mouse, “On the contrary my mouthy mouse nemesis. You see your being here is just coincidental to our plans. Some of our goons were breaking into the last chance garage to steal when the caught you off guard. They knocked you out and got out without notice apparently. It will be morning before the other mice notice and by then it will be too late for you will be a deceased member of the control group.” “Control group?” asked Vinnie, “Using mice in a medical trial, eh? How original.” “Not medical per say,” said Limburger, “You see as my associate here provides us with his copious volumes of seed, Carbuncle is extracting the essence that allows him to vastly increase his size and strength exponentially.” Carbuncle was busy working away at a computer console, “Speaking of which my most odious of leaders. I have isolated that component and am extracting it now.” A vial of glowing blue liquid started to fill next to the computer console as the monster finally finished cumming what must have been a thousand gallons of seed which had filled the containment tank to the bursting point. “Whew. Glad I held back a bit or your little container might have got destroyed by my load there. Good to know I still got it.” “And now that you have the money has been wired to your off planet accounts.” said Limburger. “So you're gonna give me his super strength increasing mojo? I mean... that sounds like a bad idea,” said Vinnie, “Not that I want you to stop but still...” Linburger chuckled, “Oh my dear biker mouse, no. I will be giving it to Greasepit who will then proceed to demonstrate his increased strength by ripping you in half with his bare hands.” “I gotta say I like that plan a lot less,” said Vinnie as he felt his boner subside completely. “Duh I gots ta say I kinda like the idea mousie,” said Greasepit as he walked out of the shadows to join Carbuncle and Limburger, “What do ya want me ta do now, boss?” “If you would be so kind dear Greasepit, take that vial injector and inject yourself with the serum please,” said Limburger, “Then after you get your new strength, tear that dear biker mouse apart.” “Duh you got it boss,” said Greasepit as he made his way over to the large injector vial filled with glowing blue liquid. He grabbed it but it slipped a little in his greasy hands. “I know I'm not part of this project any more but I gotta say that something seems off with your plan, big cheese,” said Gorgonzola, “Trusting that grease-handed goon with anything seems like a big step backwards in any plan.” “You're right you aren't a part of this project any more,” said Limburger as he pressed a button on their transport chamber and zapped the blue monster away, “And Greasepit may be many things but his loyalty is absolute.” “Duh you got dat right boss,” said Greasepit. He gave a salute to the Plutarkian but in doing so he slipped in some of Gorgonzola's excess precum and slid across the floor like he was on an ice slick. He tripped, stumbled and tossed the injector vial through the air. It landed in the worst place possible... Right into Vinnie's flexing bicep. The cylinder automatically injected it's contents in the blink of an eye then dropped to the floor and broke. Vinnie didn't know what to make of it. Had the crack pot scientist's vial really given him some kind of super strength? Only one way to find out. Tune in next time for all the sexy mouse parts! Just kidding. You can clearly see there is more story to scroll through. There was a tingling sensation throughout the mouse's body and soon he glowed with a bright blue light but then returned to normal. He flexed his muscles and felt different now. He felt powerful before with his increased martian strength but this was far and away much better. Real power. His muscles flexed, bulged and swelled bigger on his frame till he went from a professional body builder's build to something beyond when his muscle groups all doubled in size. He grunted as he looked down and could no longer see his feet over his top shelf pecs. He didn't know it but his five inch soft member went to a nine inch soft member that was thick as a beer can when totally unerect. His height remained the same glorious seven feet as before but his hands and feet swelled to keep up with his power packed body. Were he wearing his gloves the meaty hands would have torn free and his massive feet made short work of the bunny slippers as they ripped out. His legs packed muscle upon muscle that threatened to rip out of his now super tight pajama bottoms. “Whoa! Talk about a pick me up! That's more like a pick me up up and away,” smiled Vinnie, “Now it's time to show just what these bad boy mamma jamma muscles can really do!” He gave a flex and his restraints ripped from the table on both his wrists and ankles. That flex shredded his pajama bottoms and left him in a pajama cloth thong that bulged so obscenely with his massive package it could hardly be said to have kept him decent. Vinnie hopped down and noticed that the cuffs stayed on. Limburger chuckled, “Those cuffs are Monstrellian Steel, made to fit whoever they are upon no matter what size or shape they take so good luck getting out of those.” The powerful mouse looked at the cuffs then at his reflection in the shiny metal table he tore free from. He gave a few flexes and poses then kissed his bicep, “Who needs to get out of them? I think they go well with these,” Vinnie gave a mammoth flex and then said, “Now I know I had a bodacious bod before but this is ridiculous. Mouse babe extraordinaire is gonna tail whip this place to nothing... but first how about I add a little size the way that big blue meanie used to?” Vinnie put his thumb in his mouth and started to blow. He didn't gain much in the way of height but as he did his muscles gained size and mass, the stone floor cracked under the weight of his massive feet as the several tons of biker mouse exploded in muscular girth. He caught his reflection and looked to Carbuncle who was scanning him with some kind of device, “Yo! Science man. What gives with the gains?” “It a-a-a-a-appears that the serum vastly increases both mass, strength, and muscular density with every blow to the equivalent of what Gorgonzola did but with the subject remaining a more manageable height,” said Carbuncle. He put his fingers to work at the controls and started to convert the remaining monster semen into the muscle serum. The much more muscular mouse pivoted on his feet innocent like as he watched the scientist work. Two more vials filled and only just as the monster semen was deplenished, “Whatcha think you're doin there, sweetheart?” “We're making more serum and you are going to die!” said Limburger as he pulled a machine gun out from behind him. He unloaded on the massive mouse and at first Vinnie put up his arms, only to find he was bullet proof. The mouse chuckled and thrust his chest forward then started to walk towards the Plutarkian. Limburger panicked as the footfalls shook the ground and cracked the floor under the biker mouse's muscle weight. Vinnie blew into his thumb more and his muscles swelled even larger still. The remnants of his pajama thong fluttered to the ground as his now foot and a half long soft cock with massive balls ripped free. Limburger saw this as a point of vulnerability and fired his tommy gun at that massive package but the bullets bounced off it all the same. However, it did start to arouse the tremendous mouse. His height reached eight feet tall as the plutarkian stopped firing then said, “Uhmmmm heh. Look my good Mr. Van Wham perhaps I was a bit brazen in trying to fire a gun at you like that but can't we simply talk this out?” Vinnie kept walking up as the Plutarkian backed up, “There is a time for talk and a time for action... and speaking of action...” he looked down at the three foot long colossal pillar of mouse flesh that jut forth from his crotch as a monument of mouse cock, “I might need to get some action to get this baby to go back to sleep.” “Duh I'll give ya a little action biker mousey!” Greasepit shouted as he ran up to Vinnie. Vinnie stopped and held up a hand as the massive and greasy muscle man charged him. He flicked the man with his pointer finger to the chest and knocked him through several walls at incredible speed in the process, “Whoops! Heheh guess I don't know my own strength.” “Carbunkle! Do something!” Limburger shouted as he ran for the elevators. His scientist rushed to the elevator as well and the pair got stuck in the door side by side. The massive mouse looked over the pair then to the machine that could make more muscle juice. He saw the two vials then walked over, shattering stone under his powerful bare feet. He took the two vials that remained and held them gently in one hand while with his other hand he brought down a fist on the machine. That downward punch sent the machine through the floor, and several floors down, causing it to explode. The building shook but held together. “I don't think I'll ever get tired of that,” Vinnie said with a playful bouncing of his gargantuan pecs. The mouse watched as Carbuncle and Limburger made their escape in the elevator up and he shrugged, “Looks like it's time to blow this popsicle stand,” He walked up to a wall and then through it like it were made of tissue paper. He did this several times over until he found the wall that lead to outside. He looked down and was apparently on the 50th story of the 100 story tall building that was Limburger Tower. He grinned and hopped out casually, cratering the floor even with that small gesture. Vinnie relished the feeling of the air blowing over his massive naked body, clothed only by the metal cuffs that Limburger was so kind as to provide. He hit the ground with a crash that cratered out from his eight foot hyper muscled frame it flipped over several vacant and nearby cars and left him standing in a literal crater in the street fifty feet across and twenty feet deep. He set down the vials of muscle formula and carefully covered them with rubble for protection, “Be right back my little beauties.” The tremendous, naked, bulging, fully erect mouse climbed from the crater of his own making and then walked up to Limburger Tower while stroking his throbbing three foot pillar of mouse cock., “Time to rock Limburger's world in a way he never thought possible.” Vinnie blew into his thumb and kept blowing, swelling bigger and bigger, his muscle grown larger and stronger, more density added with each blow. His cock engorged till it was five feet long with beach balls for testes that swung behind impossibly muscled legs on his now nine foot muscled mouse frame, “Oh ho ho yeah! Let's do this!” The mouse went up to the side wall of the tower and thrust his invincible column of mouse cock into the side. He gave a powerful flex then lifted the entire building off it's foundation by his cock strength alone. “Oh baby where have you been all my life?” The biker mouse dug his beefy fingers into the wall of that building and held it up with ease as he started thrusting in and out of the building, quaking the few left inside and even the ground around him. His feet sank down up to the knees but the Plutarkians had replaced the building so often that they made the foundation he stood upon quite impervious to most damage, hence why he didn't sink into the ground instead of lifting off the building. The mouse neither knew about that nor cared as his precum exploded out with the strength of a dozen broken fire hydrants as he pained the lobby and started to fill the first floor up. Feeling the fluids splash and the building's stone mash against powerful dick drove Vinnie wild. It wasn't long before his balls began to swell and the ground trembled with the force he was about to unleash. Vinnie moaned, “Three...” then thrust again and groaned, “Two,” then pounded his hips to the building again, “One” and it was just one final thrust when his cock swelled and he felt the seed jet down it saying, “Blast off!” His massive cock exploded with millions of times the potency it should have been able to were he a normal martian mouse which would have only been a few dozen times more than the normal human but now he unleashed a torrent of white hot cum from his titanic cock that exploded up through the floors of that hundred story building as he filled it. His eruption filled all one hundred floors of that building with cum spurting from every window and exit door before the mouse let go and his second shot rocketed the building off like a literal rocket into orbit. He held his cock and kept spurting a rain of cum that drizzled down over Chi Town for a good twenty minutes. Better than the normal acid rain most would say. His muscles deflated to how he looked shortly after his initial injection which still left him far stronger than ever before by several dozen times. However, he was still naked except for the metal cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He walked up to the cars he'd accidentally flipped on his descent from the tower then flipped them back casually. The hood popped off of the last one and he took it in hand then looked to his nakedness and his foot long flaccid cock. He blushed a bit then stepped on the middle of the hood then pulled it up around him, ripping out the middle and then folded it down over his legs and his swinging junk to make a makeshift metal kilt for his own decency. The mouse went back to where he stashed the muscle serums and recovered them then started the walk back home as the sun started to rise on Chicago, “Man my bros are gonna love getting huge like me. But we're gonna need Charlie to help modify the bikes for a little added weight... among other endowments. I wonder how I'll find pants now... or boots... oh well...” Vinnie chuckled to himself as he playfully flexed his new found super muscles the whole walk home.
  2. My Brother the Dairy Farm I was supposed to post this on a specific day but I forgot to do so... either way... here it is... This is a story of rescue, love, and quite a few adult sexual themes. There are young but NOT under-aged characters who engage in sexual activity in a variety of ways so if that sort of thing offends you then please stop reading as of this sentence. All characters who engage in sexual activity are over the age of 18 and while there are younger characters featured in the story they do not engage in sexual acts. Only characters of legal age engage in sexual acts in this story. All characters are original creations and any similarities to any existent characters is entirely coincidental and unintentional. There are a mixture of human and furry characters in the futuristic setting of this world and the laws on this planet differ from the laws of twenty first century earth. This story not only features sexual situations with young characters (not under-aged) but also features lactation, muscle growth, excessive cum, super strength, and quite a few other kinky themes. Consider yourself forewarned and if you are still reading after this paragraph then enjoy the ride! It is the year 2785 and mankind has reached for the stars. They have colonies all over the Milky Way galaxy. Some are on shared colony worlds while others are on planets that were terraformed by the Sol Alliance. This story takes place on the distant terraformed colony planet of Minos. A world so distant that the Sol government regulations were mostly lax. The planet, as all the other colony worlds, had its own government along with it's own set of laws and policing system. In this case the law enforcement was called the Minos Guard. It should also be mentioned that by this point in the future, gene splicing in the twenty-eighth century has become as common as getting a tattoo would have been in the twentieth century. So in other words, people have modified themselves to be better specimens of what they consider physical perfection... whether that means increased intelligence, enhanced strength, animal attributes, or most any modification they deem fit. Colonists all received basic intelligence, strength, and genitalia improvements prior to their arrival a century prior to help make their lives easier in starting the colonization. The way the world is now would resemble a twentieth century Earth with a few futuristic comforts. There were subdivisions that had ordinary houses, cities with giant buildings, vast farm lands with distant neighbors, and most regular folks lived in those places. Everyone has hover cars or jump ships for travel and some of the more rich citizens live in floating buildings or even floating cities depending on their preference. This story however takes place on a small farm at the end of Holenderry Lane. The farm had a house out front that sort of capped off the end of the street in it's sub division and behind the house was some farm land, quite a few silos, and even a few barns and other farm houses. This particular farm was the home of Zandros Northcott and his father Oliver, or Ollie as he was often called. Ollie was a single father and a gay man who had sex once with a woman and was then stuck with a child as the result. He and his son were both born mods on the world of Minos. At thirty eight, Ollie was an eight and a half foot tall wall of feline muscles. He was a lion with red and white fur and a face framed by a fiery orange mane. His chest and underbelly had the majority of his white fur, along with the fur of his face, but aside from his golden orange mane, and the treasure trail of fur that ran down his chest to his crotch, a tuft of the gold fur on the end of his tail, plus the gold fur on his forearms and calves, the rest of his fur was apple red. He had humanoid hands and feet, which were oversized even for his massive frame, and his genitalia was also decidedly humanoid and not sheathed as many who took the fur mods chose to be. Zandros, as a ten year old boy, stood a mere four feet six inches in height but was muscular for his age. One might say he had a lithe muscular build even at such an age. Although he had not reached puberty at ten, his head was still framed by the same mane that his father had thanks to his bred-in modifications from generations prior. The pair also shared another unique thing in that despite the red, white, and gold coloration elsewhere on their bodies they had the most brilliant hazel eyes. In point of fact, Ollie shared all the exact same colorations of his father and in public there would be no mistaking that they were father and son. They lived a happy and peaceful life in their two story home at the end of Holenderry Lane but as with many a story, their lives were about to change forever. It was a summers eve when the Vandervet dairy farm caught fire. No one knows the root of the cause but when the ash settled there was only one survivor. A young bovine lad named Henry. Henry was two years younger than Zandros but being that their farms were not far away they had played together and even became good friends at the local park over several summers. The impact on young Henry had driven the bovine male to silence. There was no question in Ollie's eye and he took in the young man without question. Within a week he was sharing a bedroom with Zandros and within a month it was as though he were a part of the Northcott family. The boys became best friends and spent all their time together. It wasn't until Zandros went through puberty that he began to notice his younger brother in a different light. Henry Vandervet looked relatively like a human with a deep tanned skin. Atop his head he had black and white hair and a small pair of bull horns that protruded from the sides. His ears were more like those of an elf than of a human and his eyes were twin cerulean blue pools. He often wore only tank tops and basketball shorts, both of which were almost always stretched over immaculate muscles that rivaled those of his older brother. He often either went barefoot or just wore a pair of sandals and his brother found that very attractive... but that was just the thing. Zandros didn't want those kinds of feelings. Not towards his brother. He loved him ever so and didn't want anything to come between them, much less his awkward fresh puberty driven boners. Zandros spent years hiding his feelings and in that time felt his attraction to his best friend and adopted brother only grow stronger but in his eighteenth year, after receiving a doctorate in molecular biology, the lion was to go on an expedition for the Ferios corporation to an uncharted world as chief science officer. The opportunity was impossible to resist and his time in that mission would bring him away for two years. With tearful goodbyes he left his family farm and departed to go to on his two year mission across the stars. While separated by lightyears, he still called his father and brother every day. They would talk for hours and their bond never wavered despite the distance. The time flew by Zandros made more than one discovery on the ancient world and some that he had to keep secret despite his desire to share. The years flew by and it was time to return home. He found that his family's business was booming and that they converted the farm strictly to a dairy now while he was gone. There weren't a whole lot of details but with the business doing so well his father was actually away on a business trip the day that Zandros was to return. There were many apologetic messages but he made sure things were prepared for a return into luxury. Zandros was particularly happy to get back to see Henry. Despite that time apart he felt that their bonds had only grown stronger. The desires he felt for his adopted brother and best friend only strengthened since his early days of puberty. He had tried to have other relationships but nothing ever felt right. He had never felt that same bond that he had with Henry and on his return he was going to tell his brother. It was going to be a part of his birthday present. The day he was coming back was the day of Henry's 18th birthday. A milestone of a day and Zandros felt the excitement building within him. The lion at twenty was now a bit bigger than his dad was the day they adopted Henry. He stood eight and a half feet tall of massive muscle and on his flight back he wore black tank top with a white vest, a pair of black cargo shorts that bulged obscenely with his muscles and package, a pair of gladiator sandals on his feet, and a multicolored bracelet on each wrist. The intergalactic ship zipped through the stars and he felt his comm vibrate. Zandros pulled out the small rod of a device and a screen popped open. He saw Henry's beautiful, youthful, smiling face appear on his screen, “Hey Zand! Are you excited? I'm excited. I can't believe it's been two whole years just talking to your face on screens... and now you're nearly back here!” “I know! I think I'll touch down planetside in fifteen minutes terran time,” said Zandros, “It's gonna be so awesome to see more than just your face on a tiny screen now. Sorry dad won't be there for your birthday.” “Eh,” Henry shrugged, “I'm pretty sure it was intentional...” Zandros quirked an eyebrow, “Huh? Why do you say that?” Henry chuckled, “Nothing bad. I just told him I wanted some alone time with my big bro and I think he came up with that flimsy business trip excuse so he could get out of our hair for a week while we got to spend some time together.” “Heh, yeah. That sounds like something dad would do,” Zandros smiled, “So I guess I'll just get a hovercab back to the old homestead after I get back.” “Whaaaaaat?! Are you kidding me, Zand?” Henry almost seemed hurt but he just couldn't stop smiling, “I'm waiting at this space port for you. We aren't going to lose a second together. I got a whole day planned for us together.” “Oh? Well I've got a few presents for you and something I wanted to say but I guess I'll just wait till we're up close in person to tell you all that and give you that and oh my gosh we are finally gonna hang out after two whole years and I can't wait any more!” Zandros went through a slew of emotions in a single run on sentence and then inhaled deeply afterwards, “Maybe I should just tell you what I got you now.” Henry shook his head, “Nuuuuuuuuuu! Don't ruin the surprise! I'm gonna hang up and I'll see you at the spaceport big bro!” “Okay okay okay. I'll see you in a few Henry. Love you!” he smiled. “Love you too, Zand! Bye bye!” the bull man stuck out his tongue in a very silly smile and the video call zipped to an end. Zandros smiled and tucked the com bar back in the pants of his cargo shorts. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses as they entered atmo and the sky went from the starry dark to early morning day in just a few moments time. The starship came to a safe landing. Twenty minutes in the baggage claim area and Zandros felt his pocket buzz again. He pulled it out to see a text from his brother that read, “Hey! Everything alright? Thought you'd have landed by now.” He texted back, “Waiting for my bags. Hope they didn't lose my stuff. I'll text on my way out.” As if on cue his bags came through right after he hit send on that text. He had four large suitcases filled to the brim but carried them with ease, one in each hand and one under each arm as the muscular lion made his way out of the baggage claim to the pickup area. He saw several hover cars but didn't recognize either his family truck or car anywhere. He walked past a massive hover limo when the window in back rolled down and he saw his brother's handsome face peek out. “Zand! Over here!” his brother called out. Zandros walked over and Henry smiled, “Just toss your stuff in back and I'll scooch over.” The trunk opened and the massive lion set his bags inside. He pulled out a couple of present boxes wrapped in shiny foil paper. He looked them over and took a deep breath for what he had to tell the man he knew for most of his life as his brother. He closed the trunk and saw the door was open, then he went inside and was engulfed entirely by something warm and amazing. “Oh I'm so happy to have you back! I've missed you so much. You have no idea,” Henry was practically sobbing. Zandros left when he was just sixteen but it appears that his brother had quite the growth spurt in their time apart. When he left, Henry was six feet tall and had muscles to rival his own. Now that he was back he saw that Henry's muscles had surpassed his... by a lot. He was a ten foot tall behemoth of humanoid bovine masculinity. He looked to see his brother wearing red sandals, a red kilt, and red a stretchy shirt that looked like it was painted on and left his arms completely exposed. In the middle of his pecs there was a hole open to expose the center of his pectoral cleavage. Zandros had never been turned on this much in his entire life. He sat quietly and just stared after they broke the hug. “Bro? Brother? Zand? Zandros? Hellooo? Are you alright?” Henry asked as he waved a hand in front of Zandros' face. Zandros shook his head and blinked a couple times, “W-wow... you got a whole lot bigger, Henry.” “Oh yeah,” he rubbed the back of his head, stretching his shirt to the max as his arm flexed to immense proportions, “I guess I should have warned you about that. Turns out my birth parents did a whole lot more genetic tampering than they ever let on... I think I would have to show you what I mean but not yet. Today we gotta hang out and just enjoy each others company.” Zandros smiled and nodded so happy to see his best friend after two years apart. He almost forgot he had gifts when the door closed and the limo took off. He saw the wrapping paper sparkle and he held them out for Henry, “Speaking of our hang out, I got these for you. Happy birthday!” Henry was almost like a little kid, his legs bouncing as he took both the presents in his massive hands. Zandros admired how he seemed to be pretty much hairless except for the hair atop his head, leaving his immaculately tanned skin exposed to the elements. He was definitely going to have to talk to his brother about that stuff sooner than later. Henry opened the first present and pulled out a small blue glowing rod... well... small in his hands at least. He pushed a button on one end and the small rod leaped from his hand and turned into a small blue dog made of light. Henry's eye's lit up, “Oh my goodness! What is this thing?” Zandros giggled, “This is an invention of mine. One of a few I made like this. I call him Synth. He has the ability to transform into a number of different animals on command, all made of light, and he can even turn into a musical instrument if you wanted.” The small glowing dog hopped into Henry's arms and he pet it happily, “Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!” “Don't forget your other gift,” said Zandros as he pointed to the other box. Henry set Synth on his lap and then tore open the paper on his other present and dumped the content in his hands. It was a small dog collar that had Synth's name on the front and Henry's contact information on back. Henry wasted no time in putting the collar on his new pet but then set Synth on the ground. He reached over and scooped up his brother into his arms and said, “Best big brother ever.” He hugged long and hard and Zandros hugged back when he felt himself start to get hard, he pushed off but couldn't get away without a kiss on the cheek first. The lion chuckled and wanted to tell his brother of his feelings but then instead said, “So where are we going first?” Henry didn't let his brother leave his lap and held him firmly in place, “First we are going to the movies for an early show. Then we are going to a restaurant for a late lunch and then we are gonna hang out at home for a quiet night in of board games... after I tend to some duties on the dairy farm that is...” “Sounds like a fun day,” Zandros smiled. They chatted and caught up about Zandros' expedition and the places he had gone among the stars. His brother told him of the goings on back home with all their neighbors and the local friends they shared. The movie came and went, but during it, Henry kept his arm around his brother and Zandros was all to happy to lean his head on his brother's massive pec like the most compfortable pillow he'd ever known. The sexual desires faded as he felt their bond strengthen to something more. Something in the silence shared between them as the pictures flickered up on that screen was more than words could say. They made their way to a buffet afterwards and between the two of them they nearly ate the place empty. Henry paid double for both of them and apologized for their heavy consumption. Afterwards it was time to head back to the farm. The automated limo dropped them off and then zipped off into the skies. It was good to be back at their house but on arrival, Zandros noticed Henry seemed a bit... fidgety. “Everything alright Henry?” Henry seemed nervous, “Uh... yeah... it's fine. If you go get your bags in the house I'll be along in a little while. Just need to check on some things in the barn first.” Henry sprinted off so fast that he left his sandals behind and ran barefoot to the back of the house. Zandros shrugged the strangeness off and then took his bags into his childhood home. He saw the familiar places that were all made bigger and heavily reinforced for his dad's weight and that of his two huge sons. Zandros took off his sandals and walked the halls up and down. He ran his hands over familiar bannisters and looked through some old family photos. That's when he noticed his brother had been gone for a long time. He checked his comm and saw the time. Henry had been gone over an hour. Zandros got worried and ran out the back of the house, leaving his comms behind. He got to the back yard and saw a sight that stunned him. He had been so focused on his brother that he didn't even notice the massive silos that went on for a mile back from the barn, each one standing ten stories tall. They said Northcott Dairy on the sides and he saw several automated hover tanker trucks that would park next to the silos, fill up, and then zip off over the horizon. Presumably they were going off to some kind of processing or packaging plant elsewhere on Minos. Zandros didn't have time to focus on that as he ran to the barn and heard the sound of fluids rushing fast through a series of pipes. Inside he heard the sounds of moaning and some kind of machine humming rhythmically. He opened the door and saw Synth run out to chase a rabbit through the field between the barn and the house... then he walked inside and saw something that made his jaw drop to the floor. It was his brother, stark naked, and hooked up to a machine. He was faced away from the doors but as Zandros walked around he saw there were two giant pumps hooked up to his nipples and an incredibly massive pump sucking on his gargantuan cock. The ten foot tall bull stood and his powerful toes flexed into the concrete under foot like it were sand. His nipples must have been six inches long and super thick, really filling out the milkers. His cock was another story. Four feet long and ten inches across from side to side, if Zandros were to guess. That was it. It was all his pants could take. His own twenty six inch long, incredibly thick, boner ripped free of his pants and alerted his brother to his presence. Henry started to cry and tried to cover himself with his massive hands to obscure the view his brother got, “No! Look away. I'm a freak... I didn't want you to find out like this... not like this...” “Find out that you make some of the milk on the farm?” asked Zandros, “Now I see what you meant by your birth parents doing more modification to you than we thought.” Henry cried as his brother stared, “I'm a huge hideous freak. I kept getting bigger and bigger and so did my mmmm orgasms... then I started to lactate... dad set this up to helpmmm me control it and keep from milking everywhere... then it turned out people liked my milk... And I kept making more and more... now I'm a freak who needs to get milked every day. I'm not part of the dairy farm. I am the dairy farm. I fill silos every day with my milk and cum. I'm a freak and I just wanted one perfect day with my perfect brother before he found me out and knew I was a freak just like the people that used to work the farm.” “Henry...” Zandros walked up to his brother and wiped his tears away, “I love you Henry.” “Like cause we're family and cause you have to sure...” said the massive bull man still sobbing a bit. “No!” said Zandros, “More than that. I think you are the sexiest, kindest, and most wonderful person I know. I've loved you for years. I should have said something years ago but I was too chicken. I love you and I will never hurt you. I realize seeing you now that not only was there never anyone else I could love like you but there never will be.” He hugged his brother, stradling the massive cock still being sucked by that machine, his own boner interrupting their caring moment when it accidentally wedged between his brother's pecs. Henry looked down and saw his brother's massive pink cock then said, “You... you really don't think I'm a freak?” “I think I've never been more turned on in my life than I am right now,” said Zandros, “I'm only sorry I never said something sooner. I love you, Henry.” Henry hugged his brother close and they kissed on the lips. It was long and hard and filled with years of repressed passion all coming out in a single blow. He felt and heard the milk production only increase faster and faster as they did. Henry pulled off only to say, “I love you too Zandros... I-I-I really do... I think I did even back when we were on the playground... When you left I never felt so much pain. I missed you so much.” “I'm never leaving you again. You are mine and I shall stay with you forever, my love,” said Zandros as he kissed his brother again. Henry flexed his massive pecs around the humanoid lion cock wedged between them and the lion let out a moan. He flexed again and again giving his bro the pec job of a life time. He grabbed Zandros by the rump and lifted him so that the massive lion cock met with his mouth and then he began to suck and lick over the leaking head. Zandros braced himself on the meatiest pecs he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing. His one true love was sucking his cock while cumming so much that his huge cock was filling silos of bull semen and milk. The whole experience overwhelmed him to the point where he got no warning. He just came and came hard. Not as much as his brother but still a few dozen gallons of lion seed pumped down that bull man's throat and into his belly, bulging it out. When the orgasm ended, Henry pulled the cock from his mouth and licked his lips, “You have no idea how long I wanted to do that... some times I would watch you masturbate and I would cum without touching myself.” The lion panted in his lover's arms and had no words. He kissed him again and then heard his brother moan loudly. Suddenly he felt the ground quake a bit and some of the milk and cum from his brother started spurting out from the sucking devices. A red light went off and so did an alarm. “What happened?” asked Zandros. “I'm putting out too much too fast. Didn't open enough silos... can't hold back... never this turned on... gonna burst a couple silos again...” said Henry. Zandros hopped off his brother and looked at the monitors of the silos outside and saw two of them start to bulge bigger and bigger. He looked over the controls, “What do I do?” Henry was rubbing his pecs as more and more milk erupted from him, “Hit the switches... Open some more silos... Save the milk...” He found some switches for the silo controls and opened a few more with toggles. The alarms stopped and the silos on the monitors unbulged. He breathed a sigh of releif and stayed with his brother. He knelt at the bull man's feet and started to rub and kiss them, working his way up the calves to his enormous and hyper productive balls. He sniffed, licked, kissed, kneades and caressed those balls for all he was worth, feeling them swell and contract as they continued their onslaught of a constant orgasm. He worshipped his bull brother for hours and finally he finished milking with several more silos full of their family product. Several more feline orgasms painted the walls of the barn before they were through. After they had finished they were both tuckered out. They took a shower together and then went to bed. They shared the same bed and slept naked with Henry on his back and Zandros sleeping atop him on the best muscle bed he could have asked for. Henry loved the feel of the soft lion fur on his body. The pair snuggled and cuddled close through the night. The next day was to be yet another milestone that neither of them would forget. The following morning Zandros was going to share another secret with his brother and hope for the best.
  3. I am so honored to be allowed to utilize your characters. Especially Fehl. It feels so amazing to have found you liking this story so much. It is one of my favorite stories even though I'm only borrowing the characters and setting to help bring another world to life ^.^
  4. Wild 8lue Yonder Part One: The Plot Thickens... Among Other Things... Ehlder is a creation of Mr. Mouse, all other primary and secondary characters along with the contents of the Universe of 8lue are creations of the ever wonderful Zhu. All other story elements and characters are original creations either by Mr. Mouse or Zhu. All participants in any sexual or erotic activities are over the age of eighteen and are willing participants. Any resemblance to any characters living, dead, living dead, ever living, undead, deadbeat or otherwise is entirely coincidental and unintentional. Please enjoy this collaborative work of fiction which has no basis on real events either through experience or heresay. Now without further delay... on with the show! The Universe is vast, beyond what most can comprehend, but the Multiverse is even moreso. This particular story takes place in one particular Universe, in a near endless Multiverse, and that Universe was classified as 8lue, though we would pronounce it as Blue. The story we are about to embark upon is one from a world that had similarities to our own but there were a few major differences. Within that universe, encircling a Blue Wolf-Rayet star, was the Earth-like world of Magnasia. Magnasia was a crossroads of sorts. A hub with traffic from other worlds across the Multiverse. There were mixtures of technology, magic, and people of every shape and size who came to that world and most of them got along peaceably. This particular world in the Universe of 8lue was one of magic. Magic was commonplace on Magnasia as cell phones were on Earth. It was used by a vast number of people for a vast number of things, but in the peaceful village of Canavar was one where the population consisted entirely of anthopomorphic animals. Canavar had a vast mixture of cultures spread throughout. The streets were a well-paved blacktop while the buildings appeared like a mixture of Chinese and Spanish origins with a hint of Art Deco and Dieselpunk thrown in for good measure. A rustic mix of red and cyan with a slight tropical feel. Some of the town was modernized and other parts were still running off the old clockwork tech of an age gone past. The buildings ranged from single story to some of as many as six stories in height, but most of the taller buildings were apartments. The people who walked the streets had a wide variety of outfits from all walks of life but this story focuses on one particular person in Canavar, his best friend, and the adventure that their lives were about to be thrust into by a falling mystery. Fehlix Morosov Orel, known as Fehl by everyone he encountered, was of a race unique to his part of the world called a cetacoon. The best way to describe his race would be to say it was a humanoid mix of bear, raccoon, and housecat. For the most part the lithe swimmers build of Fehl was covered in a gray fur, however he was accented with bangs off his semi-short white headfur that trailed down his sideburns, which whafted out sharply, as they met with the short-trimmed white beard that really framed his face in an almost diamondesque shape. That fur pattern combined with his white eyebrows and the white fur atop his nose truly accented his look with a haunting beauty that drew you in to his with his startlingly emerald and teal eyes. He had a nice feline bone structure to his face with his ears being an even mix of cat and raccoon. Sometimes spent a good hour just grooming his head fur to make sure it was pristine. That's not to say that he didn't have some interesting fur patterns further down. As stated before, the majority of his body was covered in a short gray fur, however, from his crotch, right up the middle of his torso, splitting into a Y shape at his pecs, there was white fur which reached out from his pecs to his shoulder's edges and tufted off for a much longer fur that protruded off his toned shoulders. From his large feet up to his knees his fur was white, as well as from the tips of his fingers up to his elbows. On his knees and elbows there were tufts of longer white fur that jutted out to give him a more stylized appearance overall. His mostly feline tail was more like that of a lion's which tufted in a sprig of gray and white fur. His pink nipples showed bare on his chest when he went shirtless but the part he loved most about his chest, other than the bulging, tight, musculature... was the thick tuft of white fur dead center. Overall he was five feet nine inches of drop dead gorgeous with a fur pattern unlike any other cetacoon he knew of. Fehl went down the streets of the city that fateful day, but wasn't naked. He wore black sandals that led into black wraps that went up his calves and led to the buccaneer's pants that covered his lower half. The blue pants were held aloft by a thick, black, cloth belt. He had round, thick, solid silver anklets on both ankles that were covered in blue runes and had similar silver bangles on both wrists. On his biceps he wore open ended silver rings that were pressed into place and held on by his lithe musculature. Around his neck he wore a long, flowing, black scarf... but then there was the favorite part of his outfit. Fehl had only just purchased it the other day and was on his way to show off to his best friend before they headed off for practice. He didn't want to cover too much of his torso and so he wore an under-sized, blue, crushed velvet vest that kept him decent and went shockingly well with his overall aesthetic. He glided down the street on an aeth-board which resembled a skateboard except it was made of stone and hand silver runes embedded in the rock. It hovered above the ground with a blue light from below like some kind of hoverboard. This particular cetacoon was one of the only people who could ride such a vehicle as only matter casters could control it. It was that particular magical discipline that let him glide effortlessly over the blacktop streets. Fehl finally came to his friend's apartment building so he kicked up the board and caught it. He pushed the buzzer for apartment 616 and spoke into the voice box, “Hey man, I'm here.” A deeper voice came back across the intercom, “Mmph... come on up, Fehl. I'm almost ready...” He heard a buzz and then opened the apartment door. He got into the lobby and saw an out of order sign hanging from the elevator, “Awww maaaaan...” he grunted then headed for the stairs. Despite his long trek up the steps he was still very excited to see his friend Vet. Vet was another anthropomorphic being, about an inch shorter than Fehl, only rather than being a cetacoon he was a creature known on Magnasia as a human being. Suffice it to say he was not as built as his cetacoon best friend but he was very skilled with his magics. Humans, while not native to that world, weren't uncommon necessarily and Vet was a human of the caucasian variety, with brown, semi-short, wavy hair that occasionally had a red sheen to it. The half Russian half Spaniard man often dressed either in a tribal manner or in shorts, an open bowling shirt, and flip flop sandals. Today Fehl found he really wasn't ready yet as he finally marched up the stairs to the sixth floor, getting a little sweatier and a little muskier on his march up the flights. He knocked on the door of his friend's apartment and heard the voice come from within, “I'll be there... mmmm in a minute... still getting ready!” Fehl waited a short while but then tried the doorknob. It was unlocked and so he walked in the small apartment only to see Vet, naked from the waist down and double handed stroking his thick, two and a half foot long, erection furiously, “No wait! Shit! Can't stop!” And then it happened. Fehl felt the wet spurts across his chest. He watched, practically in slow motion as his friend came on him from across the room. It was almost comedic how many spurts happened as he stood in the door way. He stood there in awe as it just kept happening for over a minute. Cum splashed on his chest, face, scarf, and on that brand new crushed velvet vest. “Ah dang it, Vet!” cried out the cetacoon as he looked at the mess. Vet panted, “I couldn't stop it...” Fehl slammed the door and ran off to the bathroom, “So you just jizz all over the friggin room?” Vet pulled a pair of shorts from behind the couch and slipped them on before following Fehl into the bathroom. He watched as the cetacoon was already out of his vest and scarf, splashing up water to wash the cum from his chest and face. Then he started scrubbing it out of his scarf and once it seemed out he looked to his vest but only just rinsed it a little before he saw the tag on the inside which read the ever infuriating: Dry Clean Only. “The new vest looks really cool though,” said Vet. Fehl held it up and said, “Congrats, you get to pay for it's dry cleaning bill. So that's where we're going now before magic practice.” Vet nodded and suddenly the clean shaven man suddenly became hirsute. A full beard and mustache formed on his face while his chest, belly, arms and legs grew a thick luscious coat of hair. He looked himself over and then got wide eyed as he stared at Fehl, “There's a breech about to happen in town somewhere.” “Can you tell where?” asked Fehl. Vet threw up his hands, “I just get this fresh coating when the dimensional breeches come through near by. My hair isn't a compass, just a warning.” That's when they saw a flash up in the sky just outside Vet's balcony window. They slid open the glass door and ran outside. Another flash came from the sky above, about a mile up. A purple flash with a resounding boom. That's when they saw a man pop in way up there. They heard him screaming as he plummeted towards the ground from a mile in the sky. “Dear lord, that guy did not know what he was doing,” said Vet. Fehl tossed his vest to the man and then put his scarf back on and Vet continued, “He should have gone in at one of the regular jump points... what are you doing?” The cetacoon stepped over the balcony edge and held out his aeth-board, “I'm going to save whoever that is, plummeting towards the ground.” “Those boards aren't meant to fly. They hover. You don't see matter casters zipping through the skies on aeth-boards all over the place,” said Vet. “I've got to try,” said Fehl as he stepped on the board and leaped off. His board remained at the height of the sixth floor, not falling to the earth. He shielded his eyes and saw the man that bright day, still screaming and falling, clutching a top hat to his head... and then Fehl was off. He focused his magic power to the board and soared up into the sky. The falling screamer was spinning end over end like some kind of firework while Fehl rose towards him at incredible speed. He focused trying to slow his impact and meet him half way between the sky and ground. He could see whoever it was wore a tan frock coat with rolled up sleeves, and matching pants, over a tweed sweater vest of green and gray. A turquoise scarf fluttered in the breeze but the man with a tail clutched a tall top hat to head head and prevented the rescuer from getting any kind of good look at his face. A face he met all too soon as the pair collided in the air. Fehl slowed his approach and started a fall himself to try and keep the man from slamming him too hard but collide they did and in the process Fehl grabbed the faller upside down and clung to him. He started into a freefall spin but thanks to his powers of matter control he was able to keep the board attached to his sandals and slowed the spin and fall. By the time the spinning stopped and Fehl was upright again. The ground was far closer than he would have liked. The cetacoon gripped the man tight and focused all his power down to his feet, the descent slowed as they started to zip past the roof of the six story apartment building from where he launched. Still they fell but not slow enough. They came down towards the roof of a single story restaurant next to the apartments when Fehl's green eyes lit up and he closed them. The roof of the restaurant changed just a moment before impact. It became like foam rubber and softened the impact to the point where the pair felt as though they had landed on a comforting cloud. They bounced back up ten feet and then landed on quite the regular roof with a mutual oof. Fehl let go of the man and he scrambled up to his feet, stumbling a bit as he dropped the top hat and the cetacoon saw that he had rescued a mouse man with light fur on his face but with ebony head fur, arm fur, and with a fantastic beard as well as a thick handlebar moustache. The mouse stumbled, his tail whipping about this way and that, then he locked eyes with Fehl, who finally saw that they had the exact same teal and emerald green eyes. The mouse only said, “I say...” just before he passed out. Fehl looked closer at the rodent man to see that his headfur, pulled back into a ponytail on the back of his head, had twinges of red to it he hadn't noticed before, while the rest of his ebony fur seemed to have a slight blue twinge. There was something strange about the mouse but he couldn't put a finger on it. He heard a whoo come from above and saw Vet celebrating and pointing down at the pair with lots of thumbs up being shot their way. It took a while but Fehl did manage to get that mouse off the roof. The day they'd planned was absorbed into getting the mouse from the street, up six flights of stairs, and then onto the couch that Vet had sprayed down Fehl from just earlier that day. The mouse was laid back on the couch with his top hat set on top of his chest. Fehl sat down next to him while Vet sat at a chair on the opposite side of the mouse. The cetacoon exhaled a bit exhausted, “Think I got my magical practice in for the day what with the flying and the transubstantiated roof top.” “How did you do that by the way? I didn't know you could do stuff like that yet,” said Vet. “You and me both,” said Fehl, “It was like a reflex. I drew from a power I didn't know I had but it saved us.” Vet looked to the mouse and poked at him a bit. The mouse stirred but remained passed out, “Any idea of who this is?” Fehl shrugged, “He didn't say anything except: AAAAAhhhhhhh, so no I don't know who he is.” “Ehldridge Ogden Langston the 3rd,” said the mouse in a transatlantic accent with his eyes closed still, “But my friends call me Ehlder.” The mouse opened his eyes and sat up Fehl smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, “Welcome back to the land of the living.” The mouse seemed that he would have stood at the same height as Fehl and had a similar build too as his lithe muscles bulged under his clothing when he reached up to rub the back of his head in embarrassment, “Sorry about that, chaps. Side effects of being a traveler as I am. It really takes the wind out of your sails after a successful jump. Have to admit my aim was off by a bit but I'm glad you were there to help with that landing bit.” “I tend to find it's better to remain close the ground unless you know how to fly,” said Fehl. “You seemed pretty good at it,” said Ehlder, “I say, it just occurs to me that I don't know either of your names, I don't know where I am, and I also don't know how the bearded human plays into any of this.” The bearded human raised his hand, “I'm Veter Wind but I just go by Vet. We brought you to my apartment after the crash landing.” “And my name is Fehlix Morosov Orel, but you can call me Fehl,” the cetacoon offered a hand to shake and was very happy the mouse accepted. He found the handshake somewhat electric and very firm, “Vet is a good friend of mine I was visiting. We were about to head to a dry cleaner when you popped up. I was the one who caught you up there. You are in the city of Canavar, on the isle of Sharzhvum, on the world of Magnasia, in Universe designation 8lue... with an eight.” Ehlder twirled the end of his handlebar mustache between thumb and forefinger as he nodded along with the information, “It is a pleasure to meet the both of you. Pardon me a mere moment, chaps,” he reached into a pocket and pulled out what appeared to be an old scroll but as he unrolled it on his lap it appeared to have a computer screen on it's page. There were several circles and lines that shifted around the page along with a runic language that neither of the Magnasians recognized. He snapped the scroll closed as he said, “This universe has the correct vibrational frequency I was looking for. You see long ago I received a communication from across the multiverse that led me here. I hopped around from place to place in search of the signal's origin and by jove I think I've found the place, ol' chaps.” “We carried you some ways from that rooftop,” began Vet, “I didn't see any kind of transport device in any of that time, or even now for that matter.” Ehlder smiled and pointed to his belt. It was a gold belt with many moving clockwork parts. Some behind crystalline glass, while a few were out in the open with toggles and switches. There was a small black and green display screen on the belt buckle. A tap of a button and the screen popped out on a mechanical arm in front of him and then expanded with a digital read out, “This is my transit-belt, chaps. A device of my own invention. Though due to my last landing it would appear that it's calibration is off somehow.” The mouse flicked the screen as he read out the display. The belt sparked on his waist and began to crackle. Fehl scooched back, “Um... is it supposed to do that?” Ehlder shook his head and looked concerned to the cetacoon, “Most assuredly not. I think that landing didn't do the belt any favors, Mr. Orel...” A small gold disk fired from one of the compartments on the belt and landed on the back of Fehls palm, eliciting an Ouch from the cetacoon as the belt spoke in a monotone voice, “Secondary transport subject secured. Initializing jump in ten... nine... eight...” “What is it doing now?” asked Fehl, “Also call me Fehl, not Mr. Orel.” Ehlder gritted his teeth, “Hold on then Fehl, we're going somewhere...” “Three... two... one...” said the belt. Then in a flash of purple light the two had vanished. Vet was left alone in his apartment, twice as hirsute as he was before. The very hairy human looked himself over then sighed, “What the hell was that?” Elsewhere on Magnasia, in the megacity of Dehnavra, there was a fifty story tall high tech office building. On the thirty ninth floor there was a studio where a photo shoot was in progress. The model in that shoot was an incredibly buff lion man who had a glorious mane that framed his face perfectly. He was wearing a pair of tight, black, athletic swimming trunks and an open, white, button up, tee shirt that was being blown by a wind machine. He did a number of poses as the photographer snapped a few final pictures. “Beautiful Mr. Lunardi! Simply beautiful darling!” said the photographer as he finished up. They turned off the wind machine and the six foot five inch tall, very muscular, very handsome model was tossed a bottle of water, “That's a wrap on today's session people. Good jobs!” The lion adjusted his prodigious, constrained, two foot long, soft bulge under the trunks and looked off set to a smaller canine man who was dressed in a tight suit with sand shoes. The canine walked up to the lion and said, “You did great today Fahr.” “You really think so Kahl?” smiled the lion, “I hope they choose one of my pics for the advertisement.” “Are you kidding? With a bod like that? How could they ever even consider anyone else?” smiled the canine man. The lion chuckled and felt his hair stand on end just a moment before there was a flash of purple light and suddenly there was a mouse and cetacoon standing between him and his friend. They stumbled about as Fehl said, “What the hell just happened?” “Lucky us,” said Ehlder, “We're still in the same dimension. That one felt like a teleport.” “What the devil was that?” asked Fahr the lion model, “Who are you two?” Before anyone could answer his question, the belt fired off another disk which landed on the lion's abs. He winced in pain as the belt said, “Tertiary transport subject secured. Beginning jump in ten... nine... eight...” “Whoa whoa whoa...” said the lion, “Jump? What does that mean? What are you doing? Get this thing off!” “Sorry chap... hold on to something...” said Ehlder. “Three... two... one...” and in a flash the trio were gone. Kahl the canine looked surprised as the water bottle that Fahr was holding hit the ground. His friend and the strangers were gone as quickly as they had appeared. He ran to a phone and dialed it up quick, “Hello, security? I think I just witnessed a kidnapping! Get someone up here fast!” Security was on the spot in no time but there was no trace of the trio of strangers as they crossed through space to another destination on the planet Magnasia. In a dimly lit basement apartment, two friends had just finished blazing up good. They were flying high as a kite and kicking back to relax for their night in. Both were dressed only in heftily packed thong underwear and silk bath robes draped over their frames as they laid back totally couch locked. “My dealer's new strain is a little heavy on the body high. What do you think, Gehn?” asked a rather buff anthropomorphic bear man. Were he standing he would have been a good six feet in height with blue fur over most of his body. He had gray fur atop his head and across his muzzle, gray fur over his abs and chest that led around his neck like a collar, and gray fur atop his feet as well as stripes of it just below his knees and elbows. He barely managed to reach up to scratch his hand over his chiseled abs when he looked to his friend. “I think I smoked too much, Hymn,” said the more draconic-looking Gehn back to his bear friend. He chuckled and said, “I forgot what you just asked.” While Hymn the bear was an impressive sight to behold, Gehn, while not quite as buff, was taller, he stood eight feet three inches tall but some of that was thanks to his very long neck. He was six foot three inches tall up to the shoulders but his neck set the top of his horned, draconic head a good two feet above the shoulder line. He was a forest green eastern dragon with a paler green underbelly that went up his neck right to his maw. He had alabaster horns atop his head that reminded many of antelope horns, cute ears that jutted straight out to the sides from under them, and long brown headfur that he kept combed back and went all the way down to his shoulders. He had brown eyebrows and a manicured brown goatee on his chin that really accented his longer snout. When he smiled you could see his lower incisors protrude a bit. That's not to mention that his huge package would have measured eighteen inches, down to his knees, just in it's soft state. On his opposite side he had brown hair atop his thick draconic tail. On his chest, forearms, calves, tops of his feet, and tops of his hands, he had thick brown fur as well. Most of his body was not at all concealed by his open robe as Hymn managed to get to his feet. The huge bear listened as a sensual song began to play from the play list that had been going in the background. He started to do a sexy dance, teasing the draconic man with shifting about in his silk robe, using expert thrusts and gyrations. Though couch locked, the dragon smiled and felt his massive member begin to stir. “You know I could really use a hot, huge, cock in my face right now, big bear,” smiled the draconic man as he eyed the thong that barely concealed Hymn's sixteen inches of soft tubular bear flesh. That's when there was a sudden purple flash of light. A huge, nearly naked lion filled his view, tripped over the small table in front of him, and fell atop the dragon face first. The lion braced himself against the wall behind the dragon but that meant that his huge, swimsuit covered, bulge thrust and pressed right into the dragon's face. The lion pushed off, “Whoops! Sorry. I um.. I don't know what to say or where I am even. Sorry.” Fehl was busy laying atop the bear, who he tripped into on re-entry, “None of us know where we are!” The dragon grinned widely and looked up at the lion, then to the huge bulge that was just jammed into his face and he said, “I could really use millions of sol coins right now.” “What?” asked the lion to the dragon, “Someone please tell me what just happened?” “Dude is this like... really happening right now?” asked Gehn. “What was in that weed, man?” asked Hymn. Ehlder stumbled out of the bedroom into the parlor and was clenching fistfulls of thongs as he shouted, “Good! I was able to find some undergarments! We are going to need those. How many of you have ever traveled by aether-wave before? What do you know of the side effects?” “Who are you guys?” asked the lion to Fehl. “I'm not doing this,” said Fehl. He pointed to the mustached mouse, “This is all on Ehlder. I don't know what his crazy belt is doing.” “Who or what is Ehlder?” asked Fahr the lion, “For that matter what do belts have to do with anything?” As if on cue the belt shot a disk onto Gehn's leg with a small ouch then another disk to Hymn that landed right on his chest. The bear clenched his chest in pain, “Ow my freakin' nipple! What the hell is this? Like a kinky alien invasion or something?” “If only it were so simple...” said Ehlder. The belt then said, “Quaternary and quinary transport subjects secured. Beginning jump in ten... nine... eight...” “Hold on everyone,” said Ehlder as he adjusted a few settings on his belt, “I think I fixed the issue.” “So we're not going to jump this time?” asked Fehl. “Oh, no. We're going to jump but we're going to stop after this up and coming one,” said Ehlder. “Dude, how high did we get? Asked the dragon. “Jump?” asked the bear just before everyone vanished from his apartment in a flash of purple light. The final jump coordinates were set just in time to give the landing party of mostly strangers a bit of privacy as Ehlder knew what was going to happen next. They remained in 8lue and even still on planet Magnasia. The landing was set for a ghost town, long abandoned and in the middle of the Baitang forest. It was a very secluded, small town surrounded by a beautiful forest canopy. The group appeared in the town square by a fountain that no longer flowed. A flash of purple light brought the five accidental travelers to land on the cobblestone streets that were a mere few hundred miles across the sea from Fehl's home town. Another island that dotted along but had all but been deserted by modern civilizations. Everyone collapsed exhausted, all except for Ehlder who moved with a purpose. He tossed down the thongs and removed his belt and frock coat, he put the belt in the frock coat along with the thongs and then wrapped them up nice and neat. He tied the bundle to a low hanging tree branch then made it back to the group as they regained their compsure. The lion grabbed the mouse by the shoulders and said, “You! Answers! Now!” The mouse took a deep breath and looked to the group saying, “My name is Ehldridge Ogden Langston the 3rd but I would prefer it if you called me Ehlder. I am a traveler from another dimension who came to the 8lue universe in search of this world. There is something bad making it's way through the multiverse. Something that brought great destruction to my homeworld of Luchag. This world holds a magic and power that is the key to stopping that horrid thing... RRRrrrgh... however. There is not much time to go into that now. Looking for special people and... Rrrrgh. Alright. So now it's time I explained something else. The side effects of jumping using a techeran quantonium drive, as we just did, are nothing to be ashamed of. It will cause a few temporary effects including but not limited to extreme increases in strength, cognitive abilities, sexual apetite, muscular size, hair growth, pharemone production and a few other things... Rrrrgh... Which is why I grabbed all those thongs. Things are about to get a whole lot more wild a whole lot sooner than later.” The stoners minds were cleared by the jump and everyone watched as the disks attatched to them fell off with little clinks on the ground. Gehn was the first to speak up, “I'm sorry for not understanding... What is about to happen again?” “RRRRRrrrgh,” said the mouse as he said, “We were exposed to a powerful energy. It's going to make us grow real big, get real horny, and we are not going to be able to stop having sex for a while now. It's taken a while for the energy to distribute evenly between us but as it reaches an equilibrium... we're going to start and just know that there is no shame in what is about to transpire. Perhaps we should quickly introduce ourselves first? Again my name is Ehlder and I'm a scientist from another planet. It is a pleasure to meet all of you.” The lion looked to the group as he felt a power welling up within him and he said, “People call me Fahr and I'm a professional bodybuilder and model.” The cetacoon wondered why the lion was suddenly so willing when he felt the power and coming changes so he spat it out as well, “I'm Fehl. I'm a magic student of matter manipulation at the University of Vehloss'tal.” The bear blinked a few times and felt his turn coming up, “My name is Hymn. I'm a musician and professional dancer who studied dance at the Aegohdor Academy for fine arts.” Then lastly the dragon introduced himself, “My name is Gehn. I am a computer programmer who lives with my best friend Hymn. We were working on some business proposals but... oohhh... that's an interesting feeling... I feel so... powerful...” That's when he looked down and saw his chest throbbing larger, along with his arms, legs, hands and feet. The eight foot tall dragon fell to the ground as his feet suddenly shot up several shoe sizes and threw him of balance. His massive butt cracked the cobblestone street as he landed with a greater density from his growing muscles. Gehn moaned as he looked to his bear companion, Hymn who was having similar troubles. The already buff bear swelled with muscles all over so fast that his robe exploded off his body. He fell to his knees in pleasure as his too small thong ripped from his body. He looked to his feet to see they were swelling out of proportion with the rest of him as the soles thickened to ridiculous proportions. His cock hardened and half hard it was already at the three foot mark with bowling ball testes that only seemed to swell with every heartbeat. His pectoral muscles became more of a shelf and then even bigger, more like muscle breasts. He gripped his nipples and squeezed them, milking them as they hardened and grew as well. Milk sprayed from his nips into his hands as Gehn watched in awe and his already tremendous cock tore free of it's constraints at the same time his robe began to shred. The green draconic man flexed his awesome musculature and saw his five foot hard cock kiss tips with Hymn's five foot hard member. Fahr the lion merely watched the display and wondered what would become of him. His eyes literally bulged out like a cartoon's and became huge staring rods as he observed his fellow furry men becoming more hirsute by the moment. Fahr the lion's two foot soft cock ripped free from his shorts, leaving him naked from the waist down with his regular four and a half foot long boner. He felt his feet grow thicker rather than longer, his soles boosting him higher as his already immensely muscular body just added on muscle on top of muscle. He was buff before but soon he was buff beyond belief and with a ten foot cock to show just how turned on he had become. He sat back on his ball sack like it was a beanbag chair and then massaged his massive pecs all while rubbing his massive soles on the cocks of Hymn and Gehn. The three moaned as the lion flexed his cock and started to give himself a pec job with his gargantuan chest. Fehl felt his normally fifteen inch soft member stir. He didn't know any of these people. This isn't how he would normally introduce himself. Why were they just giving in to this growth? Had they no decency? Then the spark hit him. The horniness in his mind became maddening and he felt it grow. Then he knew why. He needed the same release they were working towards a mere few feet away with their growing bodies. The height seemed to stop between thirteen and fifteen feet tall for the colossal trio as they turned grind on each other. The lion and the dragon drank the milk right from the tap on the bear's massive muscular man boobs and Fehl wanted to feel something just as special. That's when he saw the mouse. Neither he nor Ehlder had changed. The mouse pulled him aside, separating him from the group. He looked to the cetacoon as he said, “I feel something with you Fehl. I'm not going to lie. I feel something special and I know that this change is involuntary but I would like our first time together, strange as this situation is... to be just you and I. If that is alright with y...” he was interrupted by the cetacoon kissing him passionately on the lips. Fehl chuckled as the handlebar mustache tickled his nose, “I feel a connection too and I'm glad you said something first because this thing...” he pointed down to his thirty two inch erection which stretched down his leg, “...is going to bust free any time now and I'm gonna want help with it.” The mustached mouse gave into his pleasure at last as his heart swelled with joy and his whole body grew three feet taller, leaving his shirt more like a mid drift more than a proper sweatervest. His arms swelled in size and flexed free of his sleeves up to the shoulders without him even trying. His feet burst from his steel toed boots like a transformation scene from the incredible hulk. Then with a grunt and flex of a double bicep pose, his torso tore free from it's confines, leaving the mouse topless. The big hairy man's ponytail only grew in length as his hair thickened. He smiled down at the smaller cetacoon and with a flex of his legs and cock the pants were gone and he stood totally nude with a seven foot cock erected from his fourteen foot tall massively muscled, yet well proportioned frame. Fehl's eyes bulged out just as Fahr's had done earlier as he took in the massive form before him. His muscles swelled too, making him stand a good eight feet in height. His feet popped free of his sandals like he were pulling apart tissue paper from a present. The feet were four foot long, gargantuan planks off his nine foot tall muscled bod but then his cock ripped free. He was naked as the rest, except for his scarf which he undid and tossed aside. His ten foot member thrusted between Ehlder's legs and lifted him from the ground. Fehl took a great big whiff of the great big man and inhaled that manly musk as he ran his hands through that thick chest hair over the meaty pecs of the mouse god before him. As he sniffed harder his nose grew tremendous and a veritable tornado of wind gushed into his lungs to really draw in that scent. His nose returned to normal size as he began to lick and kiss over the massive man's hairy abs. Ehlder shuddered in pleasure with his cock over the shoulder of the cetacoon. They glanced over to the other trio to see things had escalated over on the other side of the fountain. Hymn the bear had Gehn the dragon on his back. A massive four foot long nipple was shoved into the dragon's ass to fuck him. The dragon has his massive feet in the air, one was rubbing Hymn's face as the bear sucked the precious toes, while the other foot stroked his other four foot nipple, milking it like another cock. His dragon tail was wrapped around the bear cock and furiously stroked it while his gargantuan dragon balls were swelling between their bodies. Fahr the lion was on the other end of the dragon, he was fucking the dragon's mouth with his colossal fuck stick bulging the dragon's stomach obsenely with it's mere length alone. His toes curled, crushing cobblestone beneath them as the massive dragon's cock was more than long enough to reach the lion's mouth over his belly bulge. The lion took full advantage of this, swallowing it down all the way into his belly while he jerked off the dragon's nipples as though they were cocks. The dragon was definitely not a slouch and was returning the lion's favor in jerking off his massive nipples as well. The lion's enormous balls trembled behind him, jiggling on the verge of unleashing as the pleasure overwhelmed the trio. They were too absorbed in their orgasmic pleasure to see the massive mouse perched atop the cetacoon's meat. The mouse pressed his feet to the cetacoon's face and pushed himself up to the top of the fifteen foot member, his rump resting on it with the end primed to impale him. Fehl smiled and grabbed the massive ankles of his lover in his oversized hands and pulled him down onto that barstool thick cock. The iron fuckstick doubled in thickness as Ehlder began to make his decent into the greatest pleasure he'd ever known. The cock doubled in thickness again and the cetacoon's balls swelled behind him till they were both the size of cars. Their weight alone crushed the cobblestone street beneath them as Fehl flexed his massive toes, digging into the rock to the dirt beneath as he rode the throws of orgasmic bliss. The magnificent beast of a cetacoon fucked his prey and the hair atop his head grew longer, thicker and more lucious as he did. His whole body became more hirsute as his fur thickened. Ehlder the mouse watched as he was yanked up and down, making his stomach bulge bigger and bigger, the cock going in further and further as his body contorted around the gargantuan monstrosity that had invaded him from behind. With one more massive thrust, Fehl's cock head made it's way out the masculine mouse's mouth. He brought both of the tremendous mouse feet up to his face and inhaled deeply. Then it came. Or rather he came. Fehl's gargantuan balls erupted with the force of a dozen old faithfuls and exploded out with such a volume that his eyes bulged out a second time as millions of gallons of his spunk rocketed out of Ehlder's mouth and blasted through one of the old houses that lined the street. It blew like a tidal wave that shot forth with such a force that the trees in his wake were cleared in a triangular path from before him. The deforestation was devastating and only drove him to cum harder. With the earth shattering kaboom that filled the nasal passages of everyone with the scent of Fehl's seed, the trio erupted themselves. Fahr came into Gehn so hard that he inflated like a waterbaloon hooked up to a firehose. The cum erupted out his nostrils, mouth and rump with such a force that the nipple jammed up his rear began to fill with the seed of that powerful and horny lion. As the bear Hymn watched his chest only expand and fill out to tremendous proportions with the filling he could hold his load back no further and fired off a spurt, aimed by the dragon tail, which blew apart yet another building on the long abandoned street. The foliage beyond never knew what was cumming it's way. Gehn's nipples erupted as his belly filled, spraying milk all over the trio, and Fahr was only to happy to unleash his milky pec goodness at the same time. Then Gehn let go of the lion's nipples and gripped his head. His member went totally rigid which lifted the lionstraight up and down atop him. It pulled the lion cock from his mouth only to douse the trio in the continually firing lion cock which exploded out with thousands of gallons of his potent seed in a constant stream. The dragon came so hard down that lion's gullet that the body of the lion inflated enough to engulf all three with it's impossible girth. The lion clenched his muscles hard and ensured that every drop of the delicious dragon juice remained within him, which resulted in his body overgrowing and crushing not only the fountain itself but a nearby building as well. It was quite a while as the orgasms erupted but for the four that had, it felt over all too soon. Fehl's was the last to taper off after destroying more acres than he could have imagined a deforestation company tearing through in a month. His cock shrank down and he was able to pull out of Ehlder, yet his soft cock slumped on the ground like an accordian, remaining eight feet long even when soft now. The mouse lay on the ground exhausted, only he hadn't orgasmed yet. One hand had an iron grip on his cock to hold off. Fehl smiled as he watched the other three try to manuver out from under the wriggling blob of a cum inflated lion. He walked over with his massive six foot long feet on his ten foot tall, muscular body and then he sat before his friend, his massive cock draped over his shoulder like a sash. His heels rested on the massive mouse's tremendous balls as his feet grew up along the length of Ehlder's ten foot cock. They engulfed it on both sides as they swelled and grew. The thickening soles caressing and surrounding the mouse cock's flesh like twin muscular pillows. The plush feet engulfed the whole cock till Fehl was able to flex his toes over the head. The massive feet would look out of place on most anyone but as Ehlder looked down over his pecs at the cetacoon, he thought they were a thing of beauty beyond compare. Nether of them had felt such passion before. Fehl felt is member hardening as it draped over his shoulder. It expanded as he held it in hand. The mouse caressed it with his large, yet comparitively smaller, feet. Soon the cetacoon was re-hardened at a full twenty foot mast of cock, spraying precum like a fountain down on top of him, the mouse and the three who were getting out from under the steadily draining lion. That's when it happned. The mouse came as well. His massive load shot through the loving, clenched, powerful toes of his lover and it sprayed in every direction. Through the streets, into the sky, all over everyone present. His eruption set Fehl off a second time who blasted so hard that his cumshot blew over the horizon and out to sea. Minutes passed before the trio finally made their way out from under the lion and the lion drained enough to stand with a bulging belly. He flexed down and crunched his abs, absorbing the cum and milk as fuel. Hymn continued to spray milk from his massive nipples while Gehn craned his neck to sniff the musk of his delightful lovers. The dragon smiled, “I think this might be the start of something wonderful.” The lion watched as Fehl and Ehlder's orgasms faded down. The pair lay exhausted on the ground. Everyone present began to return to their normal sizes once more. Fahr watched as he returned to his normal buff stature and said, “What? Over so soon?” Ehlder grinned as he licked some of the mutual cum from his mustache, “Nothing is over, my good friend. Now that we are all travelers, we have had an awakening. That power will spread through us whenever we need to call upon it. Other latent abilities will manifest in time as well.” “We can get freaky with our sizes whenever we want?” asked Hymn, “That's freakin' awesome!” “It is,” smiled the mouse, “I wonder if I might have a moment with you chaps though. Now that the initial lust has faded a bit, my mind is cleared and I have something to ask of you lot.” “What is it, Ehlder?” asked Fehl as he went over to lay atop his rodent lover. “There is something terrible. It is coming to this world. I came here to find special individuals like you that we might train and I could use your help to defend this world. That way it would not end up like my home planet,” said Ehlder. The four furries looked to one another and then back to the mouse with a smile. Fehl kissed Ehlder on the lips and said, “I think I speak for all of us when I say we're ready to start right away.” As they all celebrated with a few more orgasmic conclusions, elsewhere in the world, a top a castle tower on a floating island, there was a massive blue beast of a man, staring at a wall of computer monitors from a captain's chair. He wore a black suit that looked like it had been painted on over his muscles and he stared at the monitors from behind a pair of black-rimmed eyeglasses. An ogre with brown hair stepped into the monitor room, meek as a mouse. He also wore a suit but seemed very uncomfortable to be doing so. He approached the beast as he watched. The beast spun in his chair and addressed the ogre, “What is it this time, Rohr?” “S-sir, we have reports from several satellites of a number of unregistered teleports and trans-dimensional jumps occurring within the last few hours,” said the ogre. The blue beast of a man turned back to his monitors, “I know. I've been monitoring the situation.” “W-what should we do, sir?” asked the ogre. The beast of a man pulled a manilla folder out from his jacket, “We gather these individuals I've selected. They will be sent to meet with the jumpers and then brought back here for proper testing.” The ogre took the folder, “But sir. These just look like regular civilians. What do you intend to do exactly?” “That's for me to know and for you to find out,” said the beast of a man, “And you'll find out soon enough.” To be continued in Part Two: Of Gods and Men and Godly Men
  5. Song of Mizurai by Mr. Mouse The following story is a work of fiction. All characters in this story are of legal age. Mizurai is a character copyright Giant_Ardryn and Song is copyright Cavram Mouse. Any similarity to any characters, living, dead, living dead, evil dead, undead, ever living, deadbeat or otherwise is entirely coincidental and unintentional. Only the needle has been changed to protect the record. A voice of the long slumbering called out in the darkness and found it was alone once more. The voice was one of beauty, strength, and power but found that those who had listened to her were lost to the ages. The voice could not believe the echoing silence and so she called out again but there were none left to hear. Those who worshiped her were truly gone. The voice was truly sad and so she sang a song in the hopes that one day someone might hear her call once more. She sang for a very long time until someone heard her from across the mortal realm, beyond the edge of dreams and he was drawn irresistibly to the sound of her voice. It resonated in him every night. The voice of a goddess filled his dream and drove his desires ever since he found the blade. Who was the man who sought the source of the voice? What was the blade that guided him? To answer that one has to first know where he came from. Tuimer-La was one of the tribes of snow leopards that resided in the northern most provinces of the Arslan Empire. The anthropomorphic leopard people who resided there were among the finest warriors the Empire had ever known and were often called to fight their wars, defend the people from monster attacks, and to police their province against the more serious of crimes. The mightiest warrior that the tribe had ever produced had a name that literally meant: Powerful. Powerful he was. He didn't really tower over anyone in the province at a respectable six and a half feet tall with a lithe swimmers build of toned, tight, rippling muscles. The only articles of clothing he ever wore were black buccaneer pants with wraps around his calves, silver chains wrapped around his forearms, a silver chain belt, a series of chains he donned as a scarf, and nothing else. He was so confident in his skills that he never wore armor and no weapon he'd ever wielded ever knew defeat. Everyone in the province knew the name of Song. He was so skilled, in fact, that he found himself often bored with his regular work for the empire and province. One day he decided to leave his tribe of the permasnow plains and set out into the world. He started wandering, a pack over one shoulder and a miaodao sword on his silver chained belt. He made his living here and there as a monster hunter, mostly helping smaller villages on his way in exchange for room and board at local inns. Over his years of wandering, he never found anyone who was his match in a fight. Never a monster he couldn't best. It was one fortunate day in the Yi Deng Kingdom, just out side the village of Yumao when he found a target he was being paid to take care of. The Chief of Yumao was offering a handsome reward for a particularly nasty monster to be slain in the neighboring forest and Song fully intended to claim that reward. It was when he saw the piles of bones on the ground that he knew he was getting close. He sniffed the air and caught the stench of the beast long before he saw it. Song walked calmly into danger. He didn't hide, sneak, or even draw his sword but rather seemed disinterested by the whole affair. The lumbering beast let out a roar that shook the trees as it stomped on approach with footfalls that trembled the ground beneath Song's feet. The beast resembled a shaggy bull that stood twenty feet high. It had six horns as wide as it's shoulders and a jaw that ended with a jagged black beak instead of a bovine jaw. It stared, with glowing red eyes, down at the snow leopard man while drool dripped from it's blood soaked mouth. Song still didn't draw his blade. That was when he heard it. A faint song carried on the winds, yet he couldn't quite make out the words. He was quite distracted when the beast lunged beak first with intent to kill the snow leopard. Song was having none of that and ducked to the side at the last moment, bashing the beast in the head with his chain-wrapped forearm, cracking it's beak in the process. The monster swung it's head to the side to gore the white-furred man but he simply grabbed it by the horn, swung up atop it's neck, and held on for the ride. The monster rose to it's full height and shook back and fort to try and jostle the man loose from it's back. Song was busy trying to listen for the voice he heard. The beast roared and brought him back to the world. He unwrapped the chain scarf from around his neck and with a swing it double wrapped around the creature's neck. The monster brought up a cloven hoof to try and scrape him but the snow leopard dodged without any trouble put to him over anything the monster did. In a last ditch effort to be rid of the thing on it's back, the monster flung it's body backwards to slam him into the ground, crushing the snow leopard under it's tremendous weight. Just before impact, Song leaped from the creature's back and landed on his feet just in front of it as the monster hit the ground hard. Song took the chains in his mighty hands, gripped them hard, and flung the beast by it's neck into a massive rock with a crash. He pulled the chains loose and with a quick flourish they were back to loosely hanging around his neck by the shoulders. The creature writhed as it began to recover groggily, but it never had a chance. Song was atop it in a flash and with a single swipe of his miaodao sword, the beast was beheaded. After the monster was silenced he was able to listen for the singing voice once more and found that the sound was coming from the belly of the beast. He drew his sword once more and cut the monster open along it's belly. Song plunged an arm inside and once he touched the source of the sound, he felt an instant joy from the vibrations that resonated within him. He pulled out the metal object only to see that it was a silver, ancient, nandao sword inscribed with runes he didn't recognize. He sheathed his old sword and fell to his knees. He drew the ancient blade from it's scabbard and marveled at it's beauty. There and then in the guts of the beast nothing else seemed to matter but the song from that blade. He felt something inside and then marveled as the runes on the blade glowed blue. Suddenly water washed from the blade and cleaned him off from the guts and bile. Afterwards the feline man coughed as he wasn't expecting a small flood to splash upon him. He shook off a bit, blinked as he regained his composure, then sheathed his new blade, wrapped a chain around the beast horns and dragged it back to the village of Yumao for his reward. Sure the monetary compensation was nothing compared to the singing sword but Song had to admit it was nice to eat well. As further compensation, he sold off his old miaodao sword for a few coins as he knew that the nandao was the only weapon he would ever need again. It was later that evening, while sitting alone in the public bathhouse with his new sword by his side, that he had an altogether new experience. The singing began again and resonated in the water of the bath around him. He gripped the sword by the hilt and he felt an inner warmth he'd never known before. That was when he heard the voice clearly speak for the first time. It resonated through him as a feminine whisper: “Find me.” The snow leopard was caught off guard and wiped water from his face only to find he was inexplicably crying tears of joy. He looked to the sword and said, “I'm holding you. I have you now.” The whisper returned, “The blade is my blessed sword, the Kovad. A vessel to carry my voice through the nightscapes to your realm that I may be found once more.” Song hugged the sword to his chest and held it tight as he felt the singing fade, “Please don't go. Tell me more. How do I find you? Who are you?” “I haven't much time,” said the voice in a fading whisper, “Go to the East. Let my Kovad guide you. Find me.” The singing and the whispers stopped as Song kept the shethed blade held tight to his chest. For the first time in a long time... he felt a purpose. He felt a spark of desire. He knew of something more than himself and this existence hunting vile creatures and so he vowed to the one who whispered through the Kovad, “I will find you. I promise.” Song didn't sleep. He barely got his pants and belt on before he was out of the bath house in back of the inn. He gathered his things from his room and set out into the world that very night. He had a purpose to serve but with very little direction... that is except for the direction East. East he went from the village, donning his outfit as he went and securing his satchel as he hurried. He wasn't one who normally felt the need to run but he ran through the woods that night with a speed that surprised even himself. East was the only thing he knew. It was five days of constant travel, in the end he rode into Da Shui village, by the Zui Yu Lake, on the back of a hay cart. He managed to stumble into an inn and paid up front for a few days stay. There was no more singing in all that time but something he couldn't describe had driven him onward. The need to sleep, however, drove him to a soft bed in a small room. He kept the Kovad next to him on the bed as he drifted off and the sword did sing him a lullaby. He had the most vivid dream he had ever had that night. There was something large. Something blue that kept him pinned. He sensed a shape. A person that was a red panda in species but the red was replaced with a deep blue. She was surrounded by the dark but it wasn't her that pinned him down. He couldn't move and didn't understand why. The blue where she should have been red form of an anthropomorphic red panda held his sight but there was so much dark. The only light he saw seemed to come from behind him. Or perhaps he was the light. He could not tell. He saw her speaking but he couldn't make out what she was saying, there was only the faintest of flickers that graced her form as she reached out for him. He fought everything that was holding him back but as he reached out for her... she vanished. In place of her he saw a mountain. A light shined from his hand at that mountain and it illuminated a point at the base. It shined like a shimmering star. He saw the mountain base was near a lake but he didn't recognize the landscape. Before he could make sense of anything, Song awoke with a start. He was sopping in sweat and panting. The singing of the Kovad faded as Song caught his breath. He forgot where he was for a short while after awakening but then found himself at one of the inns in the rather large village of Da Shui. He sat on the edge of his bed and thought. The dream was still fresh in his mind. The blue furred red panda, the mountain, the star and the lake. He never had such a vivid dream before. The snow leopard would have gone on thinking about that but was interrupted by a pang in his stomach. Song's belly growled and he found that he was rather starving. He fished a coin pouch from his satchel and headed down to the inn proper. He looked at a calendar on the wall by the stairs and saw the days marked off. According to it he had slept not only the night away, but the next day and night as well. He'd reawakened early in the morning of his second say at the inn. No wonder he was so hungry. He exited the inn with a stretch and a yawn then made his way to a food stand where he procured some steamed buns and fried dumplings. It was a while before his hunger had been sated but with a full belly he was able to think again and in turn he took a better account of his surroundings. Looking out over the lake, from the opposite side of the village, he saw the mountain of his dreams. It was there in all the detail of his memory. Song wondered if he had made it to his destination at last. He settled up at the inn, gathered his things, and made his way to the docks where he sought to charter a boat. He met a few of the lake folk who appeared to be otterfolk. He walked up to one laid back on a small sampan boat. “Excuse me,” said Song, “I would like to rent your boat please.” The otter on board chewed a sprig of straw but never lifted his straw hat to see who was talking to him, “I bet you would, stranger. Got some fishing to get back to in a bit. Not sure I wanna take anyone out.” Song pulled out a coin purse and jingled it, “I could make it worth your while.” The otterman tilted back his straw hat and looked up at the snow leopard, “Ah jeeze. Yer one of those ice tribe fools. Why do you wanna get out on the lake for anyhow?” “Well actually I don't want to get out on to the lake so much as I want to get to the other side of the lake,” Song pointed to his destination, “I want to get to the base of that mountain there.” The otterman looked where Song was pointing and sat up, “You want to go to the old temple?” “Temple?” asked Song. “Yeah. You know. The temple at the base of the Mountain of the Fallen Kings?” the otterman spoke as though the feline should have known what he was talking about, “You mean you want to go there and you don't even know what's over there?” “I mean I know what's over there now,” said Song, “You interested?” “It's your money,” said the otterman, “What's the name of the ice triber who wants to go across the lake for reasons unknown to even him?” “Song of Tuimer-La,” said the snow leopard as he tossed the bag of coins to the otterman. The otter on the ship checked the contents of the bag and said, “Welcome aboard Song of Tumor Land.” Song hopped aboard and with a few scant preparations they were off. Getting out on the water, the Kovad hummed in it's scabbard and let off a light blue glow. The otter thought it was a tad odd but then again he just didn't care. It took while to get all the way to the other side and the small boat stopped before reaching shore. “We're here,” said the otter. “We're three hundred feet out from shore,” said Song. “Yeah we don't get to close to those ruins,” said the otter, “Bad luck curse and all that stuff.” Song sighed, tucked his scabbard in against his pack, then looked to the otter, “Thanks for the ride either way.” “Good luck on whatever it is you're doin'. Try not to die I guess,” said the otter just as Song jumped into the water. The snow leopard had not come this far to be deterred. He swam through the water with his cumbersome pack and weapon but did eventually make it to shore. He walked to the pebbled beach and to the grassy clearing just behind. Song saw an old, overgrown, stone path and followed it to what looked like the ruins of a city. The wind worn stone had gone a very long time without the care of a soul. He passed through destroyed buildings but still had no sign of where to go till the Kovad began to glow again. Song pulled his blade from the scabbard and saw it glow with a singing voice that resonated till water began to pour from the blade and made a path on the ground that lead the feline further into the ruins. He walked along the path till he came to a large domed building that was carved out of the side of the Mountain of the Fallen Kings itself. He walked into the entryway, a massive doorway, with long missing doors, that must have been two hundred feet tall. Inside the building really opened up to a massive cathedral-like structure. Tree roots had grown through the stone walls and there was a hole in the roof that let the sunlight in to shine on a podium at the far side of the temple. The snow leopard approached the podium as that was where the water path ended. The sword stopped glowing and Song saw a slot in the middle of the podium that looked as though the blade would fit nicely. Behind the podium was a massive golden ring that was fifty feet across and gold filigree went from it's edges up to another ring at the base of that podium. Song held his sword with both hands and said, “What do I do now?” The whisper returned a bit louder now, “All you have to do is light the way. I will do the rest.” Song held the sword and saw it glow blue once more. Sparks of blue electricity began to fire from the blade but he was not afraid of it. He trusted the voice as though it were something that was meant to be. He didn't know why but he was compelled to press the sword into the slot of the podium. Shortly after he did so the golden ring at the podium's base sparked with electricity that only served to light up the fifty foot ring at the back of the temple. Song found after inserting the sword he was unable to let go of the handle whatsoever, not that he would have wanted to. The voice returned but was not a whisper any longer. It had changed to a sweet, sultry, and delectable feminine voice who spoke to Song, “I can see you. You are a candle flickering in the winds over a sea of darkness. I'm coming back. After all this time I can finally return.” A wind kicked up over the mountainside and blew through the temple. Dark clouds rolled in to block out the sunlight and soon only the light of the sword and the golden rings was the main light of the room. That is until the lightning started to flash outside. The weather took a severe turn ever so fast and heavy rains began to fall over the mountain and surrounding countryside. “So bright. So warm. I can nearly touch it,” said the voice. A billowing wind blew through the temple as a shimmering blue light glowed from the space in the golden ring. All went silent except for the voice, “I'm here.” Out from the shimmering blue portal stepped a massive black and blue furred leg. The tremendous foot wore a silver sandal encrusted with sapphires. The being that walked forth wore a dress of silver and sapphires that clung to her immense form. Apparently she was the blue-furred red panda from his dream, except now he could see her for what she was as a thirteen foot tall hermaphrodite goddess with incredible musculature. On her ankles she had large silver anklets with sapphires and had matching bracelets on her wrists. She had massive breasts that the dress was practically painted on to. Her arms were otherwise bare except for large silver rings on her biceps. About her neck was an ornate necklace of silver and sapphires that were practically engulfed by her impressive cleavage. Speaking of her cleavage, there were definitely hoop rings that pierced her massive nipples but were concealed by the goddess' dress top. Her ears were pierced by silver studs and she had a blue rose by her left ear. Her headfur was a complimentary blonde to the otherwise black and blue fur over her body. The last thing Song noticed was that her massive cock, even when soft, was only just barely covered by the dress that went down past her knees and then the lights went out. The sudden dark after the portal turned off left the feline temporarily blinded before his eyes could adjust. A lightning strike later and he saw the silhouette of the blue-furred red panda once more. She raised her arms and the room was illuminated by a few floating orbs of light that blinked into existence at her whim. She smiled to him and said in the voice he had been following, “Hey there, handsome.” Song took a moment to realize that the thirteen foot tall hermaphrodite amazon was speaking to him, “Hello.” “It's been a long time since I've been able to walk amongst the mortals,” she said as she sauntered over to him with heavy footfalls from massive, sandaled, goddess feet, “I have missed it a great deal.” Song had not thought to ask before that moment but then looked up at her as she loomed over him, “I never did catch your name.” She rested one forearm under her massive breasts while placing the pointer finger of her other on her lips in thought, “Well. I'm actually older than names. Though when this place was still a kingdom they would call me Mizurai.” The snow leopard practically melted as her sweet voice vibrated through him with her every word. He fell to his knees at her feet and began to kiss her toes, “I had this feeling,” he managed to say between kisses, “I had a feeling you were something fantastic, Mizurai. From the first moment I heard the sword... I knew I had to find you at all costs.” She chuckled and squatted down in front of the small man, “You are the first person in a very long time to flatter me my dear.” Squatting down, her massive cock and balls rested on the ground between her feet as she got down closer to the mortal. Song looked up and up more, blushing all the while even when looking into her amazing eyes, “It is an honor to flatter you, my goddess. Rest assured that every word is true. You are truly amazing. I can't believe that anyone would ever abandon worshiping you for any reason...” She smiled at him and ran a few fingers gingerly over his cheek. He leaned into her palm as she pet him, “Well they didn't mean to. There was a war and all the people who used to worship me died. I was across the realms when it happened and with no light to guide me back... I couldn't find my way to this world again among all the others out there... that is until you found my instrument. I would love to show you my gratitude.” Still on his knees, Song bowed deeper and said, “Anything you wish of me my goddess and I will do it for you. Anything at all.” She rose to her feet and quirked an eyebrow, “First things first. Tell me your name.” Song thought for a moment as he got up and stood before her in awe, “I was Song of Tuimer-La... but seeing you I know I have a different name. I am Song of Mizurai.” The goddess reached down and picked up the smaller man with both hands then hugged him to her breasts so that they could look eye to eye, “I'm so glad you found me, Song. I'm happy to finally meet you.” He didn't realize till he was picked up but her muscles really were that of a god. While she was immense in stature, her muscles were colossal even for one at her size. The snow leopard was quiet as he looked over her frame from his elevated view. She adjusted so that he was held up by a single hand under his rump and said, “I can see by your darting eyes that you like the way I look.” She hugged his crotch against her breasts' clevage and said, “Ooh and I can feel from down there that you must really like how I look. How do you like this?” Mizurai brought up her free arm to flex, the silver band encrusted with sapphires creaked from the strain of a light flex. She then flexed in earnest and the muscle swelled like a mountain growing from the plains. The band didn't stand a chance and exploded off with a pop like a twig stepped on in the forest. Most of the silver and gems flew off in all directions but one lucky sapphire flew right at Song's forehead. It hit with great force and embedded there. It was so fast and he was so distracted that he didn't even feel any pain as he was knocked out. He did recall later hearing Mizurai say, as he drifted away from the conscious realm, “I always forget how fragile mortals can be... every time I come back I have to remember that all over again...” Song had never been knocked out before. Not in a fight nor from any other means. His constitution was so great. But a sapphire of the gods in the realm of the mortals was a heck of a first way to experience that. As he slept, he dreamed only of his goddess. He dreamed of embracing her and being held in her strong arms with the warmth of her bussom comforting him more than he had ever known. He awoke and found himself in just that embrace. She cradled him like a small child against her bussom with both arms holding up his body. The snow leopard hugged to her breast and she smiled down at him, “Ah there you are awake now. You know, even though it was accidental I kind of like your new look.” She waved a hand and a small mirror appeared before Song to show him his own face. The sapphire embedded in his forehead right where his third eye would be. It looked as though it had been placed there on purpose and went quite well with his black spots. He rubbed the sapphire and said, “It doesn't hurt at all, my goddess.” “I know,” she smiled, “I made sure that it would not.” He realized that she was walking and that they were out in the open. It was late in the day. The storms had passed and the skies were spotty with clouds now. The crisp scent of the lake water permiated his sense of smell. He looked around to see that the goddess was carrying him across the lake. She walk walking on the water as easily as though it were solid ground. Song looked up to her, “Where are we going my goddess?” “I have been out of the mortal realm for far too long,” she replied, “I seek mortal pleasures and to see the world as it stands now in the modern times. I want to explore this world with you by my side.” Song smiled and nestled in against her bust as she held him up single handed, “It would be and honor to walk with you, my goddess. I don't know that a warrior, even one as strong as I, would be worthy of your grace.” The goddess knelt down then flexed her free arm, the other silver band popped off as she was freed of it's constraint. She then gently set Song down on the water. He was wary at first but found that he could stand on it just as she was able. He stood beside the kneeling goddess as she spoke, “You are a brilliant light that shines in the darkness and I would have it no other way,” she rose to her sandal covered feet and offered him a hand, “Come. Walk with me, Song.” He took her hand and she led him onward to the otter village across the lake from the Mountain of the Fallen Kings. Boats went by and the people aboard stared at the pair as they walked across the lake to shore and then into the village streets. The goddess gave a bit of a stretch and looked around at the little people. Some cowered at her immense and intimidating size. Furs of every shape looked upon her. The native otter people were one species but there were visiting felines, rabbits, horses, bovines, and canines of every sort. They all gazed upon her awesome form as she walked hand in hand with a snow leopard companion. “Do not be afraid,” Song assured them, “Everyone, this is Mizurai. Goddess of the ancient kingdoms. She is not here to harm anyone.” “How can we know that?” asked a meek looking rabbit woman, “She looks rather intimidating to me. Never seen no one that tall. Looks like a tried warrior.” The goddess spoke, “Looks can be decieving. But know this. No matter what any of you do to me, so long as my worshippers remain unharmed then I will bring no harm to anyone. I promise and the promise of the gods is unbreakable.” “What are you the goddess of?” asked a bare-chested, coolie, horse man. It seemed that on witnessing her and hearing her voice, the aura she radiated made it far easier for any who had to believe in her. To truly know she was a goddess. She thought for a moment, “I am a goddess with many powers but one would say that I am of thunder and water... and also of power, strength, and most importantly... love.” “What do you want?” asked the otterman who originally took Song across the lake. Mizurai took in a deep breath and smelled the delicious food of the numerous food stands that lined the streets, “Well first I think I would like to try some of your food. It smells very good and I haven't had food in a very long time.” The goddess sat before one of the outside tables and people filled the benches on either side. It seemed the whole village had gathered around to see her and hear her stories as she partook in a meal. Song sat on her lap and pointed out various foods to try as the villagers kept bringing more to the table for her. Everyone found her to be friendly. She was easy to talk to and answered everyone's questions without hesitation. The big important ones came first. Where had she been? In the realm of the Gods. Why did she leave? Her sisters wanted to destroy in the mortal realm and so she had to keep them at bay and make sure they couldn't reign in blood among the mortals. Why didn't she return? There was a war between the kingdoms who worshipped her and with no worshippers left to light her way back, she couldn't navigate the space between the realms. How did she come back? She found a worshipper. Song lit the way for her return and brought her back to their realm. All were merry and carried on conversing with their goddess well into the evening over a delightful meal. The inkeeper asked her where she would be staying for the night to which Mizurai replied, “I'll show you.” The goddess scooped up song and set him upon her shoulder then walked down the street to the edge of the village. Many of the villagers followed her. Some touched her incredible body just to make sure that she was real but all watched in awe as she pointed back to the lake. Her hands glowed blue and water erupted from the lake and rippled in the moonlight. She pointed to the lands just outside the village and the water crashed down into the woods. The water crashed into the ground and soaked in. She clasped her hands together and focused as her whole body glowed in a bright blue light. Storm clouds swirled overhead to block out the moon and lightning struck where the water was streaming from the lake. Mizurai extended her hands out and raised them to the sky slowly as though she were pulling up something heavy. The ground rumbled and quaked. Trees fell in the forest. Then a massive spire began to rise from the ground along with several others. Mizurai held her hands up with her muscles flexing and straining as a literal palace of immense proportions rose from the ground. It was a beautiful structure that looked as though it had been grown from crystal, gold, marble, and silver. It was as big across as the biggest stadium and with towers that reached twenty stories high. The crystals of the palace lit with a blue light that lit the night landscape. Walls extended from the sides of the palace and around the lake to the mountains as a protective barrier for the worshippers of Mizurai. The buildings of the town changed. The ships and vehicles became nicer. Streets became marble and gold while street lamps erected along every walkway. The whole of the village was transformed into a city that would be the envy of every kingdom. When she was done, all stood and marveled at their goddess. She turned to face them, “I am going to stay in my palace which now stands to guard our city. Once your hearts began to worship me it gave me the power to grant you your desires for safety and security. I love you all, my worshippers and I will keep you safe from any who would ever think to do you harm.” She gave the crowd a nod and everyone cheered for her. Song hugged her head from atop her shoulder and said, “You are the most magnificent, my goddess.” She looked to him, “You made it all possible, my pet.” “Pet?” asked Song, “I am your willing slave, my goddess.” She grinned to him then looked to the crowd, “Go forth my worshippers and enjoy yourselves. You have earned it through your kindness. I and my herald are going to retire for the evening and will see you all again once we have finished tending to my godly affairs.” Many people were all to happy to explore their upgraded homes and places of business. Some stood and pouted with an awwww as the goddess walked up the stairs to her palace with the snow leopard on her shoulder. She whispered to him as she had through the sword, so that only he could hear, “You and I are going to have some fun my pet. I wouldn't count on sleeping tonight.” Song grinned, “I wouldn't have it any other way, my perfect and beautiful goddess of power and love.” “Peeeeet,” she said back quietly, with a big grin, as the massive doors to her palace opened. She walked inside to the main chamber, “You're gonna make me blush.” The doors closed behind them and she moved Song to hug him against her breasts. She ran at supersonic speeds up the stairs to the highest tower and then reached her godly bedchamber. It was a massive room with a ceiling two hundred feet high. Her bed was gargantuan, as was the furniture therein. The foot of the bed must have been fifty feet off the ground. He noticed there were no stairs to lead up atop the massive bed or even a ladder anywhere. “That's quite the large bed, my goddess of love,” said Song. Mizurai set him down gently and said, “Well I'm quite a big girl.” The goddess flexed and moaned a bit as she started to flex her tremendous, muscular body. However, her godly garments did not grow along with her flexing muscles. Her massive feet popped the straps of her sandals like they were threads of tissue. Her flexing chest undid her top as though it were nothing, her hoop ring pierced nipples made short work of it and the rest of the dress began to rip up the side of her powerful legs. She cooed softly as her clothing and jewelry began to leave her incredible body. Her tattered dress remnants hung off her hips like a loin cloth that did nothing to hide her two foot long soft cock. A flex of her rump and the dress was gone. Her neck muscles popped off her necklace and it slid between her breasts only to be swallowed by her massive cleavage. She walked up to her pet and the floor shook and trembled, cracking under her immense weight. The giantess, amazonian, futanari, goddess strutted her stuff sexily as she flexed a few poses before her willing slave, “What do you think my pet? Is sexy, no?” Song stared with his mouth open wide and nodded slowly. He gulped as he was lost in thought just staring at her body. He got to see her cock in earnest and realized that not only was she hung like a horse but that she had the cock of one as well. A literal horsecock mixed with a touch of canine as it was knotted at the base. He also took note that her weight was crushing the floor under them and he said, “My goddess. How is it that you now weigh enough to crumble the ground beneath your feet, when earlier you were able to walk around without such destruction?” Mizurai smiled to Song, “It is because before I was exerting some of my power to float and make myself lighter. The weight of my muscles is often too much for the floors and ground of the mortal realm to survive without crushing. I had no intention of frightening my worshippers but now that you and I are alone. I feel that I can let loose a bit more, as you can now see. Speaking of seeing. I think you need a bit of a better view and I would like one as well.” She knelt before the snow leopard and waved her hands over him. The chains that wrapped around his arms, torso, and waist unwrapped and floated away. Then the wraps on his calves undid themselves and before he knew it his pants were at his ankles. Song stepped out of them, now naked before his goddess. She smiled, “Much better.” The six foot six inch tall feline walked closer to his goddess, his ten inch humanoid erection jutted out from him and he was glad to present himself to her but didn't know where to begin, “What would you ask of me my goddess?” She lifted her arms to a powerful flex, swelling the muscles to gargantuan proportions as she said, “Worship me, my pet. Start by worshiping my muscles.” He didn't need to be told twice and immediately walked up to feel over her flexing arm, rubbing it over and then bringing his face up to rub against the bicep. He kissed and licked her tremendous arm muscles. The goddess gasped a bit at the intimate touch and her whole body swelled in a powerful flex as she remained knelt down to give him easier access for worship. He looked up to her face as her eyes squinted with her mouth agape in pleasure, “It is truly an honor to be allowed to please you my perfect goddess.” She blushed and he saw her cock throb at the compliment, “Your worship is not complete. There is still quite a bit of muscle for you to cover.” Song saw her flex her abs and then shifted over and down to kiss and lick those muscles, unintentionally resting his hand on her massive member. That small touch made her grow to her full hard length of three and a half feet long of pure goddess steel. It had been so long since she had an intimate touch that it didn't take as much as she thought for her engine to get revved. The smaller man rubbed her legs and began to kiss the muscles when the giant goddess scooped him into her arms, wedged him between her breasts, and kissed him passionately on the lips. His arms were pinned to his side as she held him effortlessly, her cock throbbed under his feet and he was all to glad to rub her immovable rod. She moaned and kept kissing but then withdrew as the pleasure flooded her mind. She threw her head back to moan further as he rubbed her massive cock flesh with his feet and it was only then that he noticed they were no longer on the ground. They were floating on air. She had lifted off the ground during their kiss and had shifted over the massive bed to the tremendous pillow at the head of that bed. He hadn't noticed because during that kiss his goddess drove him to heaven and she was all that mattered. He smiled to her and rubbed that cock with his feet as she spurted copious amounts of precum beneath him, “It seems my goddess has one special muscle that needs some worship more than the others.” She smiled to him and gazed into his eyes, becoming lost for a second before she said, “That I do and that will be quite a bit of fun... but first... there is something else my pet should worship.” Before he could as what she pushed him from her cleavage and he landed on the massive pillow. It was the softest and most comfortable thing he had ever touched in his life, outside of his goddess' body of course. He landed on his feet but wished he had let himself flop onto his back, if only for the feel of it. Mizurai floated down and landed before him saying, “Lay back my precious pet. I have a treat for you.” Song gave a small bow, “Yes my goddess.” He happily squatted down, laid back, and looked up to her as she walked closer on the giant pillow till she stood with her cock dripping precum down over his body. A foot to either side of his body, till she lifted a paw and brought it down slowly atop him. His cock pressed under her heel and pinned to his stomach. Most of his chest was under her sole and his face pressed against her toes. Mizurai spoke one word and Song complied: “Worship.” He sniffed to take in the scent of his perfect goddess and that alone made his eyes roll back in pleasure. She scrunched her toes over his face as he involuntarily thrust his cock against her heel. The goddess smiled down at her herald and began to massage his body by moving her foot up and down over his body from the top of his head to the brunt of his balls. Song had never felt anything like it. There was no warning as his cock erupted on her sole. She didn't think he would pop so fast and had perhaps underestimated his attraction to her despite his willing worship and silver-tongued wordplay. She waited for his orgasm to die down then pressed down a little harder on her worshipper, really pressing him into that pillow and eliciting a small mew from the feline. She pulled up her foot and held it over him, saying “Lick it clean.” Song got on his knees and began at the heel then worked his way up to lick over the entire underside of her foot. He was very thorough and didn't stop till every drop was cleaned off his goddess. Once done she rested her heel on the pillow and then he held her foot with both hands and sucked on each of her toes in turn. Mizurai chuckled at the tickling of his tongue till he began to suck on her toes... then it became some serious moans in response to his actions. The feline was still incredibly hard after just having orgasmed. Song loved that she moaned at his sucking but then she withdrew her foot from his mouth and used her toes to push him to lay back down on the pillow. She sat before him and then brought both her feet up to wedge the smaller man between them, rubbing his whole body over with both of those incredibly strong stompers. Mizurai didn't know that leopards could purr but she found out that night as he felt like a vibrating massager between her feet. It didn't take long of her caressing before Song orgasmed for the second time since in her care. She looked over her sticky feet and said, “My but you certainly are an excitable little pet.” “I'm surprised that I was able to hold off so long. It has been difficult to hold back but you bring it out of me like no one I ever thought could have,” said Song. He went to work cleaning off both of her feet then she saw he was still hard after cumming so hard twice. Her own harder-than-steel rod throbbed while looking and feeling her worshiper worshiping her form. The moment he was finished, she pushed him back again then lay atop him. She kept from putting her full weight on him as she pinned him to the pillow and as her breasts pressed to his chest, she kissed him, her cock throbbing between their bodies. “I need to take you my pet,” she said, “I think I need to take you more than I've ever needed to be with anyone.” “I am yours to do with as you so please, my goddess. Take me. I would love that so much,” said the infatuated snow leopard. Mizurai held Song down with her incredible breasts, pinning him to the pillow as she lined up her massive dick to his tight, way too small, asshole. She used her weight to prod and poke his ass with her flare, not getting much at all inside, just managing to bend her dick and slide off target. She smiled to him and said, “You're so fucking tight.” Song found he was unable to move under her weight but his wiggling under her only managed to turn her on more until he said, “I want you inside of me so bad my goddess.” “Oh... I intend to use you,” she said with a girlish grunt she pressed her flare forward, slowly, stretching his ass wide around her girth. She could hear his hips creaking as she entered her pet. Already a fat throbbing bulge formed in the tummy of the kitty. The snow leopard was all but helpless pinned by his incredible goddess. He moaned and mewed as he was stretched in ways he never thought would have been possible. His cried out in pain and a tear streamed down his cheek, yet despite the pain he would not have it any other way, "I..." he panted heavily, "I've never felt anything like this my goddess." Mizurai stopped for a moment to stroke away the tear on Song's cheek then ran her thick fingers through his hair, "Well you are are about to feel a lot more," she grinned slyly then thrust half her dick inside her pet, lodging that flare up into the snow leopard's chest. A combination of the pleasure and perfection of being entered by Mizurai and from the pain of being entered by that goddess drove his face to the moans and shuddering that his whole body engaged in. The cock going up into his chest forced the air from his lungs but he flexed. His lithe muscled contracted and he worked by flexing over and over to massage that massive cock with the super warrior body that encased it. He reached around and took a hold of the nipple rings so that he could have something to hold on in preparation for the ride. "For you my goddess? Anything." Mizurai crammed in to the medial ring before she stared to thrust repeatedly in and out. Her flare stretched the skin and fur of the leopard's chest, past the cute muzzle, with each heaving thrust. The snow leopard thought he had taken all she was going to give him... and then it went in further. He felt the pain start to outweigh the pleasure and his body convulsed in a pain he'd never known around her cock as she thrusted in more and more. The massive muscular goddess might kill him with her lust. "I... my goddess... it... it hurts... too... big..." he says as he convulses, tears streaming down his face as for the first time in his life he feared for said life, "I don't... think I can... take that much... too... big..." his moans of pleasure became grunts of pain. Mizurai got even hornier hearing her pet worry he wouldn't survive the brutal fucking the goddess was giving him. Her knot wasn't even swollen to full size at that point, not to mention there where a few more inches of fat cock to squeeze into her slave before that bulbous monster would be a problem. She quieted him, "Shhhh pet... You will be fine. Many men have died on my cock, but you are not even near that point. You will get used to my size day by day. I wont kill you. I'm not going to lie though. It is going to hurt you a bit until you are trained," Then she drove her dick in until that swollen knot smooshed against his sore asscheeks. The massive knot was wider than Song's hips. Song still cried from the pain as the goddess took him. He felt her voice soothe him but that didn't mean his tears were drying. His face was wet as he clenched his eyes and moaned under the goddess. He opened his eyes to gaze into hers and found solace in that view. There were worse ways to die and if this was his time there would be no other way he would rather go. He bit his lip to stifle a cry of pain as the goddess only swelled and flared larger within his body. He kept his gaze locked to hers, "I trust... you my... goddess..." he managed to say through the pain, "The pain... being torn... didn't know..." The goddess decided not to give her pet the knot that night. She figured that as durable as he was, he didn't look like he was ready to handle it. Either way she was happy and horny. She looked at his adorable face and a feeling overwhelmed her godliness. Soon her cock grew much thicker and blasted her massive load of sticky panda cum up the leopard's throat and out his mouth and nose. She kept cumming and cumming, all the while speaking to him through the blasts of super powerful god cum, “Mmmph. I love you, Song. My rather durable warrior. Any lesser man would have died if I tried to penetrate them this deeply. I can see now it must have been destiny that you found me and not some lesser man.” The snow leopard felt something running up his throat like he was going to throw up, so he covered his mouth as the cum rushed through his entire digestive tract and then out his mouth. It gushed everywhere. Even as she spoke, he was busy, as cum kept gushing from his mouth and nose. He beamed at the compliments but cum still fired from her cock. Shot after shot after shot with gallons and gallons of god seed. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he came again himself. Convulsing around the cock that came inside him. He couldn't speak as the cum kept cumming. It was several minutes before her geyser stopped erupting. Slowly and carefully, Mizurai slid her softening cock out of her pet, from his chest down to his ass that bulge went down until she had to yank her flare out of that ruined ass. With a plop and squirt of cum her flare came loose from that pulsing doughnut. The snow leopard drained as he panted, finally able to breathe again. His body was wrecked and were he a lesser man he would already be dead. He had to fight just to keep conscious. He looked to Mizurai and said, "You truly are a goddess. No man nor beast has ever defeated me but you held my life in your hands and could have ended me... yet let me live... I've never felt anything like that nor like what I feel for you... you are the only one I ever want to be with." he rubbed his sore rump a bit with a grimace, "And after that probably the only one I ever could be with." Mizurai giggled and and scooped him up into her arms to give him a loving musclehug, “Hehe. Sure looks like it. I really did a number on that ass." The mix of pain and pleasure still coursed through his body as he was held by the beautiful goddess. He looked up at her, his face still wet with tears as he said, "Yet I am still here and there is no where I would rather be." Mizurai sat back and flopped her well fucked kitty over her massive thigh, letting him drain and recoup while she tried to sooth that stretched asshole with her handpaw. She gently rubbed over it and those well used buttcheeks. She looked at her pet as he drained onto the massive pillow and gave a bit of a frown, “I'm sorry, pet... didn't know it would be that bad for ya. I'll go slower on ya next time.” Song cooed as his goddess held and caressed him. He smiled a big smile as the massively muscular Mizurai rubbed him tenderly, "It was worth it, if it pleasured you my goddess. As you said we just need to practice more. I'm sure that I will be stretched and ready to take you in no time." as her finger went between his cheeks he showed his recovery by flexing down on it harder than most mortal men could ever hope to, "See? I'm already almost ready for round two. Gotta keep stretching me so you can really let loose." “Round two you say? Hehehe. I still doubt you are ready to take my knot... let alone my true size,” she giggled more after she let out one of her secrets. "True size?" asked Song, "What do you mean my goddess of beauty?" Mizurai sighed, “Well, my true cock size. I did shrink my tool down as small as I could but it's hard to contain all this power in such a teensy frame, but I did so because I wanted to make love to my pet.” The snow leopard's eyes went wide and he said, "I want to be worthy of taking you at your true size. I want to give you every pleasure possible." Mizurai blinked and was both flattered and glad that her orgasmic delights didn't scare off her worshipper, “Ooo kitty we have LOOOTS of training to do before you can even begin to THINK about taking that size.” Song hugged to that massive goddess frame, "I say we train as often as possible then because I want you to not have to worry about hurting or killing me as you take me, my goddess." Mizurai nudged her lover and said, “I quite like to have to hold back. It's hot to me. Mortal life like a massive panda ain't all a dance on roses. It's a struggle here in the mortal realm. If I unleashed all my power and just did me sorta saaay... there would be no planet left... or star system... or galaxy I think...” Song nodded as he imagined her full power. She was truly awesome. He purred as he hugged against Mizurai and just snuggled her a while she cooed softly and stroked a hand across his back. He looked up to her after a while of snuggling and said, “Still I'd like to be able to take that massive knot. That hurdle is going to take a bit.” “Oh, you will most definitely take it, one way or the other,” she smiled deviously. He stuck his tongue out cheekily and said, “I'd like to take it every which way.” A giggle slipped out and she poked her pet, “Oooh I highly doubt I could knot your mouth.” Song meeped at the poke then came back with, “Perhaps you could use some goddess magic and help me become a little more... stretchy? With that I could swallow you whole if you wanted.” “I mean I couuuld,” Mizurai began, “But that's no fun for me. I like to hear and feel your mortal body creek and crack as I squeeze my girth into you. Watch you bulge. Watch you and hear you struggle, conflicted with feelings of pain and pleasure. The snow leopard worked his hand idly over Mizurai's massive, cum slickened, member, "I have to admit it was very frightening after while but... I would do that again in a heartbeat. It was still the most amazing experience of my life." “Don't worry. We will do it again,” smiled Mizurai, “Just get me going again and we will train that ass. I hope you know how to arouse your goddess.” "I think it goes something like this..." He scooched on her legs as she held him on her lap as he recovered during her butt massage. Song sat back on his rump, which was feeling better already due to his heightened healing factor, and then began to rub his feline feet over that massive cock. He started at the balls, caressing them as though he were kneading dough before working his way to the shaft. The snow leopard began to stroke the massive goddess cock with his feet using expert stepping techniques and toe flexes on the slickened goddess rod. She cooed as her member did begin to thicken a bit but then said, “That's nice..but it wont make me steel hard. You know what I need, my precious Song.” The Snow leopard stood, knowing what she needed, he stepped atop the massive cock, rubbing his feet over it, then he said, "This." first he kissed her on the lips just to taste them. Next he moved to her left arm and started to rub the bicep. He used his tremendous strength, nothing compared to hers but greater than most every mortal, as he really worked into the unflexed muscle. Then Song started to kiss and lick over that massive arm, worshiping it. His cock got rock hard despite orgasming at least six times already that night already. His ten inches pressed against her forearm as he thrusted lightly against it during the worship of her, "You are the most beautiful and glorious, Mizurai. I have never felt this way about anyone and I cherish every moment by your side. You are my heaven." He went back to worshiping her arm and the gargantuan muscles. Mizurai flexed her bicep against her slave's face, her cock stirred and started to grow into a solid steel boner from him kissing on her muscles "Well... Now I am ready for round two." Song shudders as his heart skips a beat. The deadliest monster he had ever encountered was now protruding at full strength from the waist of the woman he loved. He found it intoxicating and despite the recent pain he leapt right back to it, hugging it with his whole body and licking it from base to tip before riding atop it and sucking on the head, "Thank you my goddess." The goddess lifted up her slave and put his rump down on her flare. A little shifting later and she grabbed Song's shoulders tightly "You ready? I am not gonna hold back as much anymore." Song gulped hard and looks to her with a nod, "I'm ready Mizurai, my sweet. I've used my internal skills to shift my organs so that I can take you better... if only a little." Mizurai nodded at her pet and with a flex of her biceps she drove her arms down and immediately sank a good foot of horse dick inside her slavecat, gripping those shoulders harder to pull him up and press him down on her throbbing man-destroyer time and again. The snow leopard cried out in pain as the horse cock penetrated him again. He relaxed but still it worked his insides around more than he could have anticipated. His stomach bulged with the thick widowmaker. He found himself weeping as the mixture of pain and pleasure returned ten fold, "Oh... my goddess..." he fought through the pain to remain conscious. The massive blue-furred red panda pushed her arms lower sinking her white cocksleeve down further onto that throbbing spire of fuckmeat. Cramming in to his chest again till the midal ring popped in. She leaned in and nosed Song's neck to give a sloppy lick on the side of his face, "Mine." she said with a domineering, yet lady like, half whisper. Then she gave him a hard thrust right up, slamming her knot against his asscheeks and forcing her flare up in his throat. The snow leopard swallowed around that cock as the goddess flared within himm only getting bigger and bigger. Song shuddered and orgasmed from having the goddess inside him, bringing the tally up to seven. It still hurt but the pain was lesser so, now that he had a chance to adjust to the cock within him. He wanted to tell her that he loved her too but the cock filled his body, prevented him from doing so. She felt his insides twist and contort as the feline wiggled in her grip to make sure that her cock was accommodated by his insides which flexed and convulsed around that massive horse cock. Mizurai pumped her pet up and down, pistoning the cat down on her leaking cock, a flood of pre streaming from around her shaft out of that ass and onto the silky pillow below. Soon her balls and the insides of her bulky thighs were coated by her precum as well. Her breathing got heavier and heavier as she is built up to a firehose level blast of an orgasm, "Oooh fuck... I hope you can handle this, pet. I am gonna cum so fucking haaaard!" "Give..." he says between thrusts, "Me..." his own cock throbbing, unable to go down while she is within him, "everything..." his body flexing over that cock, tears streaming down his face, "Mizurai..." The goddess crammed him down against her knot, but she didn't want to force it too hard. It went in just a slight bit but ultimately stayed on the outside. Her blast of cum expanded her urethra so much it was visible through Song's bulging front. Cum shot from his mouth and nose, spraying so far it hits the ceiling and walls of her palace. There was so much gooey panda jizz that it back washed into his mouth, around her flare, and into his stomach. It pooled up and inflated him even while his face was a cum fountain. The pressure inside him was so great that seed found its way to squirt out around her knot and spray paint her lower body white and sticky. Her cumming lasted for a good half hour before the stream slowed down but it wasn't fully done even then. While the spurts slowed and came out with less force it still spurted forth for a further ten minutes. The snow leopard went limp in her grips and finally passed out from pleasure after his eighth orgasm. Once the orgasm ended she would find that her cock could support his entire weight all on its own. Mizurai smiled and tilted her head to look at her limp slave sagging on her steel beam cock. She loved it, even after such an orgasm, Having her slave passed out limp cock kept her cock rock solid within him. She felt her orgasmic remnants still dripping and pouring from her slave and breathed deep while relaxing and letting her goddess cum soak up into her pet both inside and out. It was a while before he awoke. His body healing with her goddess cum being ingested by his body, revitalizing him as he had slept. When he came to minutes later he saw the cock bulge within him as he looked down and felt much better, "My goddess, you are the greatest of all time. I love you so much and you are the only deity I will ever serve." Mizurai grinned so big her eyes squinted. She was so happy to see her pet all better. She gave a handsfree thrust, bouncing him on her knot playfully, "Good cause you are the only servant I will ever need." Song smiled and tears of happiness came to his eyes at her words, "Thank you, my goddess. You honor me." he squeezed her cock bulge through the wall of his belly as she stayed rock hard within him. “Mmmm you feel so good on my cock, Song. It's like you were made to take it,” said the goddess. “I think I could live here quite happily,” Song pat his belly quite content and filled with invincible goddess cock. The goddess smiled and kissed the back of his head then said, “Tell me, my pet, how pretty do you think I am?” “That would be impossible, my goddess,” said Song, “If the sky were a parchment and the ocean an inkwell there would not be enough space to describe you beauty beyond all others who have ever or will ever exist in all the universe my one true goddess of whom I love infinitely and forever no matter what.” Those words sparked something in the goddess and she felt her balls lurch up, she held onto song as her cock swelled larger than before and she cried out, “Oh shit! Can't stop it. I'm cumming again... ooohhhhhhhhhh...” Another hour passed before the orgasm ended then she pulled her pet from her cock and hugged him to her massive chest as she lay back. He swore he saw a sparkle in her eyes before she pulled him into another kiss. It was nearly morning before they finished their orgasmic sessions and fell asleep with him laying atop her body in a deep satisfying slumber. The next day he awoke laying atop the torn up giant pillow and didn't see his goddess... at first. Then he heard her sweet voice as she called out to him in a sing song way, “Song, come to me my pet. I need your skilled hands to assist me.” He looked off the edge of the pillow to the giant bed then saw the goddess by a large wardrobe and mirror, she was trying to pull on a massive thong, meant to help conceal her giant package but was having trouble with the tucking herself. Song slid off the pillow, still fully nude and rushed to her side. It was only after arriving next to her that he was surprised he could still move. He didn't realize that she had used a few healing spells during their play to keep him from hurting to bad afterwards. Durable though he was, sex with a super strong, super hung, goddess would be hard on anyone's body after a whole night. “Wearing some exciting garments, my goddess and one true love?” asked Song. She smiled to him, “Not quite. I was trying to slip this on to wear under a dress to help conceal my more private parts from my adoring public. I want to save those views for only those who are worthy, my dear pet. Wait. Did you just say that I am your one true love?” “I do love you, Mizurai,” said Song, “I've loved you since the moment I first saw you. You are kind, giving, smart, easy to talk to and you have a sparkling personality that outshines everyone I have ever met. You are amazing and fantastic with a body like none I have ever encountered.” She rolled her eyes a bit at what she assumed was a cheesy comment, “That and I'm a goddess, right?” “I don't care about that. I love you for who you are not what you are,” said Song very matter of factly, “Goddess or no. I never want to be with anyone but you just because you are a wonderful person.” Mizurai had a happy tear fall from her eye without realizing then her cock shot out rock hard in an instant. It ripped free from her thong and slapped between her breasts at rocket speed. She looked down and wiped the tear from her eye, “Whoops. I um... wow. I think I need to give you something, my pet.” “Is it something between your breasts?” Song asked cheekily. She pushed her cock out from her breasts so that it just bobbed directly out from her body instead saying, “I mean we'll have to take care of that before I go out but no. This is what I want to give you.” She picked him up and hugged him to her naked chest. That's when she looked him eye to eye and asked, “What would you say to being with me forever? Would you want to be with me till the end of time and then some?” Song didn't need to think over his answer, “That would be my definition of heaven.” She kissed him and began to glow in a sparkling blue light. The light passed over to him and his body was engulfed with a warmth he had never known before. Not during any battle. Not during any kiss. Not during any love making before. When the kiss broke the light faded and he breathed heavily and gazed into her eyes. Song seemed confused as he asked, “What was that?” She smiled to him, “I passed on a fraction of my power to you, so that you can walk with me through eternity.” He didn't seem less confused, “Huh?” “I've made you immortal, my dear... I love you too, Song. I love you like I've never loved anyone before,” she said. He blinked and grinned then hugged her so happily. The massive cock throbbed under his feet and he looked down, “I suppose we should take care of that.” “We should indeed and now that you can't die... we can get down to some serious love making,” Mizurai smiled. Song was going to ask her what she meant by that comment but then the goddess started to grow...
  6. Funny you should mention that! *points at the latest chapter* I was looking to find more ideas to continue this on. Let me know who and what you wanna see with the super strong buff toons!
  7. Welcome to the B.U.S.T. Club Episode Seven: Welcome to the Party This, for now, will be the final chapter of the B.U.S.T. Club. I will continue it more in the future as inspiration takes me or if someone suggests some toons to me that they want to see have a good time with some hyper and muscle adventures in the art gallery settings... but till then this will be the final chapter. For now though. I hope you enjoy as I plan to make it a chapter to remember ;3 Part of that means that it's going to be a longer chapter (with about 160 toons mentioned by name) for both wrapping things up and setting things off. As before with all the other chapters... this series contains copyright characters from a number of different series by a number of different companies and they are all copyright their respective owners. All characters featured are over 18 and are conscenting adults in the events that progress. These stories are not for profit and are only for fun... that being said... on with the fun parts. Toons from all over the toon world were members of the B.U.S.T. Club after while. Foghorn Leghorn started it after he did a muscular pose for a Gym Shirt because he really liked that feeling but didn't have anywhere he could really let loose. He snatched up all the old derelict paintings that were just sitting in storage, got himself a building drawn, and then went to work. He had kept it very secretive with Wiley Coyote being the one that made the frame system and built the elevator and security. He had a few other toons come in as contractors but never really let anyone in on what he was doing till after it was done. He would see toons in need of that sweet buff relief as he went around and visited. Then he knew he could have a thriving business. At first he only let in his friends from the Warner Brothers toons. Soon after though, some of them let in some of the Harvey Toons and then word got around in the underground muscle toon communities. They had never had a club like this before and so many toons just went all out on arrival. It was a sight to see. As with all good things, someone did something dumb and nearly messed it up. They called it the Horace Incident. It was a normal day when Horace Horsecollar found out about the club. He went down, was shown to a painting and really let himself go. Really. He flexed so big that he ended up fucking the planet to smithereens. He found his way back to the painting exit but didn't shrink down all the way and ended up floating out with his still hard cock pointed first. He thrust through that hole with an invincible megacock that went into another painting across from it in the gallery. The massive horse unleashed a load that flooded the whole planet through that painting and nearly blasted a masturbating Tony the Tiger off the planet. Horace pulled out before he finished cumming but then ended up flooding the whole gallery, the lobby, and the building that housed the club itself. The roof burst off and then Foghorn had a heck of a time reporting to the city why they needed a cleanup crew out by his secret club. Horace was scolded and the incident passed. It was easy to see that things could very easily get out of control and so Foghorn, along with a small council of muscle toons, came up with the three rules and set up security to keep their business safe from prying eye after a random kid toon nearly wandered in. In time they moved to a bad part of town, set up the underground a bit better, snazzed the place up a bit, and then they had the B.U.S.T. Club as we know it today. That was just the beginning. Years later the memberships kept increasing and the art gallery was expanded to keep up. They made a literal tonnage of paintings for backgrounds and cartoon sets right back to the beginning of cartoons and so there were plenty of free discarded works to choose from, everything was going well and so much so that it inspired Foghorn to bring back the toon muscle council so they could work together for something new and special. A toon muscle party. They privately commissioned someone to paint them a massive world with very specific things. The club was shut down and the painting was brought in. Then they sent out the invitations to all their members which read: "Sorry we closed the club on you and we didn't mean to scare you that it was gone for good. However, we closed it with good reason as you, and all of our very special clientele are now invited back to the B.U.S.T. Club for a special event. We're throwing an all out party to celebrate all our muscular friends and to let loose like never before! We'll all be getting together but this is a private event. Invitation only and only those with an invite will be able to get in. The dress code requires you to wear a red thong, bow tie with, white dress wrist cuffs, and spats, and a special silk robe. All these items have been specially made to your default toon dimensions and shipped for you along with this invitation. Come on down this Friday at 22:00 hours, dress to impress, leave your toon belts behind, and see what all the fuss is about!" Liono was checking his mail when he saw the invitation and then tucked it into his pocket quickly. He took the package addressed to him and opened it to see his thong, tie, and cuffs were all waiting. Seemed that Tigra and Panthro were also given invites all with the same insignia, printed on black paper with silver lettering. He handed them off to his fellow Thundercats with a grin. Their grins widened as they read what was inside. They were so excited they could hardly keep steady hands as they opened their packages. That week flew by as the three members of the Thundercats made ready for Friday. Liono rented a space limo to bring them from New Thundera to Toon World Prime. It hovered down to street level and merged into traffic but on arrival they found that the whole block was closed. They got out of the limo with their white spats being the only foot coverage they had. The white dress cuffs were out from under their silk robes. Liono had a blue one, Tigra green, and Panthro black. Liono walked up to the officer on the scene only to see it was Bugs Bunny in the officer's uniform. "What's up, doc?" asked the wabbit as he casually leaned on the police barricade. "Um, what's going on here, Bugs?" Asked Liono, "We really need to get through." Bugs pulled out a list and paged through it, “Lucky you. I see you three are on the list.” Liono was a bit confused after Bug winked to him, “Why is this blocked off?” Bugs Bunny looked around and directed Liono to lean down for him to whisper, “The club shut down the streets around it so we could keep everyone from goin' in all at once. Doesn't seem discreet but trust me. It's been workin' so far but you gotta go on foot from here.” “Huh. I'm surprised I never saw you there. I didn't know you were a member,” said Liono. Bugs stood aside and then flexed up enough to stress his oversized police uniform. The cloth stretched and creaked but then he relaxed and returned to his normal size, “A member? No no no. I'm one of the founders, doc.” The Thundercats looked to one another then shared a smile as they crossed the barricade and walked down the street. Their bare feet clapped against the cool pavement and they could hardly keep themselves from flexing up just from the excitement. They made their way down the familiar alley to the massive doors and gave a knock. The slot in the door slid open and a pair of eyes looked out to them in the darkness. A squirrely voice spoke from the other side of the door and said, “Invitations.” “Uhhhh... who is it Schnookums?” came a much dumber sounding voice from the other side of the door. “Shut it, Meat! I'm trying to see if they have the invitations or not!” snipped the first voice back to the second. The Thundercat trio were all too happy to present their invites to the slot in the door. The invitations were snatched away and then the door opened. They saw a big blue muscular dog and a big muscular red cat standing to welcome them on the other side. The Thundercats walked in and Meat the dog slammed the door shut after them. They were wearing the same spats, cuffs, bow tie collars and red thongs as the Thundercats had been mailed. “Careful meathead!” said Schnookums the cat, “You're gonna rip another door off it's hinges again.” “Uhhhh gee... sorry Schnookums,” said the muscular dog as he rubbed the back of his head, “I'm just so excited about the party is all!” “We all are meat. We all are,” Schnookums flexed a little bigger and swelled towards the ceiling before regaining control and shrinking back to his still massive size he wore before. He sighed and then came another knock at the door. The tremendous cat slid the slot open and said, “Invitations.” “This way gentlemen,” came a voice from further down the hall. Next to the elevator stood none other than Wilford B. Wolf, a massive muscular werewolf who was only in one Animaniacs short called: Moon Over Minerva. Despite that his character had staying power in the cartoon loving communities. That, however, is another story for another time. The massive werewolf wore the same outfits as Schnookums and Meat except his bow tie was red instead of black. He beckoned the Thundercats down the hall as the elevator dinged and the doors opened, “We need to keep the flow moving, friends.” The Thundercats walked down the dark hallway and past the massive wolf man. The elevator doors closed as they pushed the button for floor B9, right as the metal door at the other end of the hallway opened. In walked Marvin the Martian with his fellow Looney Tunes: The Crusher, Shropshire Slasher, and Hector the bulldog. The doors were closed behind them and Wilford beckoned them further down the hallway. He relished the sound of barefeet slapping on the stone floors every time. The werewolf couldn't wait for the party to begin but it would be a few hours before the real festivities were to begin. The doors dinged and opened and the Looney Tunes stepped inside. Marvin held up a finger and said, “Wilford, any idea when the festivities are going to start?” The werewolf smiled and said, “They'll explain everything once you get down there. No worries. Tonight is just about fun!” Slasher and Crusher smiled to each other as Hector pushed the B9 button and the doors closed once more. Another knock came to the entrance door and Meat shook his head, “My goodness! It's the busiest night ever!” “Everyone who's everyone is gonna be here, Meat. Hold on. I gotta deal with the next round of yahoos,” he slid open the slot and said, “Invitations.” Some invites were slid through and Schnookums checked them over then stuffed them down the front of his thong. Meat opened the doors and let the toons in silk robes into the hall. In stepped Sneezer, Buster Bunny, Plucky Duck, and Montana Max all from Tiny Toon Adventures. “What's happening toonsters?” asked Buster. “Oh brother,” sighed Plucky as he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. Buster threw up his arms, “What?” “That's so 90s, dude,” said Plucky. “No duh,” said Buster, “I liked the 90s. The 90s was very good to us.” “Boys boys boys,” Sneezer began, “Lets not have any squabbles. This is time for us to have some really big fun.” The Tiny Toons started to flex up under their robes to the point they weren't so tiny any more. Wilford reached his hand out, “Hey guys! No flexing up in the hall. You have to stay your default sizes till the party starts. Speaking of...” The elevator door dinged and the doors opened. Wilford beckoned them to step in with a voices as silky smooth as their custom robes, “We really gotta keep things moving you toons.” The Tiny Toons relaxed their flex ups and returned to normal sizes, adjusting their robe belts afterwards as they made way to the elevator. They stepped in and Montana Max pushed B9 just as there came another knock at the front door to the club. Schnookums slid open the slot and said, “Invitations?” The doors closed and the elevator made it's way down incredibly fast. They opened once more and let the tiny toons out into the massive main lobby of the B.U.S.T. Club. It looked like they had done some renovation drawings in there because the roof was raised to be 300 feet tall now. At the back of the room about a thousand feet away there was a massive throne and between the legs of the throne was a giant door that led to the art gallery. Atop the giant throne, which went all the way up to the ceiling, sat a massive and familiar Looney Tunes rooster. The colossal Foghorn Leghorn sat on the throne and filled it out nicely, in his massive muscular form, with the same spats, cuffs and bow tie collar as everyone else. His enormous package was just barely held back by the red thong he sported and his giant robe was wide open to give a great view of his pecs an muscle gut. He smiled down on everyone in the crowded lobby who were busy chatting among themselves while Henry Hawk lounged back on that giant thong-covered rooster cock. Buster and the other residents from Acme Acres saw quite a few familiar faces in the crowd. They saw Bowser, Sonic, Knuckles, Miles Prower, Furball, Arnold the Pit Bull, Napoleon Bonafrog, several complete sets of the TMNT, Mortimer Mouse, Goofy, Max Goof, Huey Louie and Dewey Duck, Launchpad McQuack, Storkulese, Hogcules, Garfield, Memnon, Genie Jafar, Roger Rabbit, Mickey Mouse, Daffy Duck, Donald Duck, Falco Lombardi, Panchito Pistoles, Jose Carioca, Mighty Mouse, Mordecai and Rigby, Wile E. Coyote, Fox McCloud, Robinhood and Little John, Nick Wilde and Finnick, Beastboy, Big Mac, Tom and Jerry, Bernard from O.K. K.O., The Rat King from the Penguins of Madagascar, Napoleon Bonafrog, Pepe Le Pew, Pitu Le Pew, Hank McCoy, Beast from Beauty and the Beast with Victor from the Hunchback of Notredame, several Road Rovers, the Extreme Dinosaurs, the Cowboys of Moo Mesa, the Street Sharks, the Biker Mice From Mars, the Swat Kats, Captain Carrot and his Amazing Zoo Crew, T-Rex, the Dinosaucers, the Battletoads, Rocket Raccoon, Rocky and Bullwinkle, Sly Cooper, the Warner Brothers and Skippy Squirrel from Animaniacs, Shere Kahn, Tony the Tiger, Trix Rabbit, Honey Bear, Fruit Brute, Leomon, ExVeemon, Gabumon, Wargreymon, Inuyasha, Kouga, Chernobog, just about every male character from Dragon Ball Z, and a whole bunch of other toons as well. Brainy Smurf sat on the shoulder of one of the several incarnations of the Big Bad Wolf in the room with Brawny smurf on his opposite shoulder. Brainy was making checks on a list as everyone came in. The elevator doors dinged and then Hong Kong Phooey and Secret Squirrel walked in together to look around in amazement. Brainy marked off two last tallies and then whispered something to the Big Bad Wolf. The wolven man took a big breath in then let out a loud howl. Foghorn picked up a gavel from the ground next to his throne and knocked it on the arm of his seat. Foghorn Leghorn cleared his throat and all eyes fell on him. The elevator now let in Bugs Bunny, Wilford, a few other toons in police uniforms and finally Schnookums and Meat. With that the rooster spoke up, “Hello, I say, Hello everyone. Welcome to the muscle party to end all muscle parties. Seems everyone was able to make it. My associates checked their attendance lists and now the front doors are locked up tight. I think y'all are gonna be real happy with the play time we have planned on a place I like to call Muscle Toon Planet. If you look between my legs there is a new entrance to the art gallery and my friends Bugs and Daffy are gonna lead you to the Muscle Toon Planet... then let the party begin! Do whatever you want with whoever you want so long as they say it's okay, though given our history I couldn't foresee that being a problem.” Everyone chuckled and then saw Bugs and Daffy flex out of their police uniforms to massive fifteen foot tall giants who wore their spats, thongs, dress cuffs, and collar bow ties well. They smiled and waved for everyone to follow them in. Foghorn and Henry waved as the toons all walked into the art gallery where there was a new massive painting 50 feet tall and 50 feet wide with a series of blinking white lights around the rim. Bugs stood on one side and Daffy on the other as they looked over all the robed toons. Muscle Toon Planet was a Dyson Sphere that surrounded a supergiant star the size of VY Canis Majoris which is approximately 2100 times the size of the Earth's sun. The world surrounded the sun completely with a series of cities and other zones with nothing but pleasure in mind for super strong toons. It also feature thousands of planets with varying gravities that orbited around the supergiant star. The toons were handed small pamphlets with all that information and more as they headed in to a scifi train station that could take them anywhere on the worlds with any of the hundreds of space trains that could take them anywhere. On those pamphlets they also read a new fourth rule, a special rule for this latest painting only: Do not destroy the special trains or their train stations as they are the main way to travel on MTP. The 87 TMNT got on a train with Usagi Yojimbo, Bowser, Napoleon Bonafrog, Leatherhead and Robin Hood. It rocketed off to another part of the MTP. The next train had the Extreme Dinosaurs and the Biker Mice from Mars. It zoomed off just as fast. Memnon from Hercules the Animated Series went with Victor from the Hunchback of Notredame and three different versions of the Big Bad Wolf. After that, Bowser, Nick Wilde, Finnick and Arnold the Pit Bull slipped onto another train to zip off over the horizon fast as the others. Pepe, Pitu, Sylvester, Goofy, Mortimer Mouse, Max Goof, then Louie Duck got into another train and zip! It was gone. Hong Kong Phooey, Tom and Jerry, then Chance Furlong and Jake Clawson of the Swat Kats zipped off to another stop. All the while Sonic, Knuckles, Miles Prower, Schnookums and Meat headed for yet another stop. The Road Rovers went with the Street Sharks. Inyyasha went with the Trix Rabbit, Leomon, and the Warner Brothers for quite an interesting mix and times. Dudley Puppy went with Bernard and Wilford. Wargreymon, ExVeemon and most of the male cast from Dragon Ball Z went into another train together. Marvin the Martian went with Kouga and Shere Kahn. Mickey, Donald, Bugs and Daffy all went on a train together while Beast, Beast, Beastboy, Chief Bogo and Skippy Squirrel went together elsewhere. Toons upon toons upon toons piled into trains headed for worlds of pleasure in an orgy heretofore unheard of. You would think that I, as the writer, might get these groups mixed up or that they were just paired off never to be seen or heard from again... but you'd be wrong. Trust me dear readers, there will be a fuckening coming. Oh yes. There will be a fuckening... One of the last trains out had Buster, Plucky, Liono, Tigra, and Panthro. They got on and an automated holographic screen popped up before them. There were thousands of destinations in the index. Gyms, Cities, Gym-Cities, Deserts, Lakes, Oceans, Beaches, Forests, Wastelands, Scrap Yards, Zoos, Military Camps, Islands, Flying Islands, Mountains and Volcanos... and that was just on the primary world. “Well space boys, where should we go to do this thing?” Plucky asked of the Thundercats. “Space... boys?” asked Panthro. He flexed up to really fill out his silky robe, “I think you mean space men, little duck.” Plucky flexed up to match the Thundercat in size and build, both their robes open and exposing their massive torsos. Plucky flexed to stretch the sleeves to the max as he said, “Not such a little duck now, am I?” “I know this is all in good fun,” Liono, the leader of the Thundercats began, “But we should really wait till we get to our destination. We don't want to wreck the trains right off the bat. Remember the one new rule for this party.” “Liono is right,” Tigra chimed in, “Lets pick a place and then we can get all this out of our system as much as we want.” Buster scrolled through the options on where to go and then covered his eyes with one hand, spun the dial, stopped it and the train said in a pleasing monotone voice, “Destination accepted. Prepare for takeoff.” The toon looked to the others and said, “I figured random chance would be the most fair way to decide where to go so as to stop any further arguments?” “Sounds fair to me,” said Tigra, “But did you see where you selected?” Buster turned to face the holographic screen and saw the glowing destination spot as Science Fiction Mega City 133. Plucky looked down at the screen from his eight foot muscle bound form, “What does that mean?” Panthro patted him on the back, “I guess we're going to find out together, huh?” Find out together they did. The train hovered along a futuristic hover track at supersonic speeds. There were millions of miles to go but it subverted them at an incredible rate. It was mere minutes before they arrived in a sprawling futuristic metropolis. In a city like New York there are approximately sixty thousand buildings with the tallest buildings ranging from between 1000 feet tall to 1700 feet tall. In the futuristic mega city there were a hundred times as many buildings with the shortest being a thousand feet tall and the tallest buildings approximately ten thousand feet tall. There were winding roadways that hovered throughout the city along with the city streets at ground level. There were hovercars on every street and everything was reinforced for extra durability. The train pulled into a massive station on the outskirts of town and the group got out of it and looked around to marvel at their new muscle playground. Plucky cracked his knuckles and started to flex a little biger, stretching the robe that already looked like it was a hawaiian shirt ten sizes too small on him, “Welp. Time to start getting busy.” Buster slapped him on the thong swallowing ass and said, “No ya dum dum! We can't destroy the train or the station. Lookey there. We'll take one of those to the middle of the city.” There were travel pods along the edge of the station, they looked like balls of tech with windows and were big enough that the toons could pile inside. Pile in they did, the three foot tall Buster Bunny, nine foot tall Plucky, eight foot tall Panthro and Six and a half foot tall Liono and Tigra. The pod zipped them to the center of town and Plucky wasn't waiting for the thing to land, much less for the door to open. He flexed on another couple feet taller and ripped out of his robe entirely. His head went through the ceiling as he brought his arms to a double bicep pose ripping off the roof. The pod spiraled and dumped everyone onto the street. Plucky had a softer landing as he landed crotch first right onto Buster. His massive, still soft, humanoid dick smashed the rabbit a foot into the pavement. Buster retaliated by turning over and flexing up under the twelve foot tall, green, muscular duck. The rabbit didn't stop till his feet burst from the spats, his neck from the bow tie collar, and his hands from his gloves during his hulk out which left him naked save for the red thong and wrist cuffs. He sat up and the duck fell off the now twenty four foot tall hypermasculine rabbit. Those cuffs were strained on his wrists and his thong was hanging on by a thread as the duck rose to his webbed feet. Buster knocked Plucky back by swaying his hips and cock slapping him with that massive thong-covered humanoid rabbit cock. Buster looked to the Thundercats and said, “Sorry about my bonehead friend. You guys alright?” “We're cats,” Tigra smiled, “We always land on our feet.” “I think we've waited long enough boys,” said Panthro. He Flexed out of his robe and swole till he was the same size as buster. His spats and bow tie were ripped off as well when he turned to Liono and squatted down on the leader. His leader was almost completely obscured by the massive thong-covered thundercat cock and balls... It wasn't thong-covered for long though as a flexing Tigra leaped atop that swelling cock flesh and started caressing it with his feet. Panthro's cock ripped free and moaned as he felt something pressing against his rump... or rather between his cheeks. He looked back to see Liono was swelling with a fully erect cock that had long ripped free of his constraints. The leader of the Thundercats grew and gripped Panthro by the hips, thrusting a massive monument of cock flesh inside. Panthro flexed, his cock jumped and launched Tigra into the air. Tigra took the opportunity to flex up and match their sizes before he landed with his feet to either side of Panthro's massive member. He cock slapped his fellow Thundercat across the face as he asked, “How much do you want it?” “As much as you want this dick,” Panthro pointed down to his belly that was stretched out with the shape of Liono's gargantuan schlong perfectly outlined and protruding from him, “I can fix both our issues at the same time though.” Panthro gripped Tigra by the hips and pulled him forward, he swallowed the massive cock before him and then pushed the fellow Thundercat down on Liono's cock bulge so that the leader could fuck them both at once. Plucky was still only twelve feet tall and furiously masturbating as he watched the feline display. Buster picked up plucky in his massive hand and walked over to the group as he said, “Mind if I join in?” “Be my guest,” said Tigra, “Panthro loves a good stretching, my friend.” Buster positioned Plucky's rump atop his cock and said, “Think I should wear some protection first.” The blue goliath of a cartoon rabbit then thrust into the duck with a single thrust and Plucky's smaller body took the shape of that massive, throbbing, rabbit meat like a living condom. That's when Buster thrust his duck-covered cock into Panthro's ass right above Liono's and in turn the Thundercat belly bulge doubled in girth to fuck Tigra as well. Tigra cried out, “Oh fuck me!” from pure pleasure and all five toons began to swell in unison, growing bigger and bigger. They crushed cars and busses under their massive humping mass. Buildings were pushed aside and collapsed from their fucking as they soon grew to around the thousand foot mark. Needless to say, none of the remnants of their clothes survived the growth. Elsewhere on the MTP, in one of the various jungle settings, a fifty foot tall totally naked and awesomely muscled Robin Hood double teamed a similarly sized Napoleon Bonafrog with an equally massive Usagi Yojimbo. The furry fellows sat facing each other, their cocks pressed together as the giant frog bounced up and down on them both lodged in his incredibly tight ass. The pounding shook the trees as he faced to the side from the enormous pair, masturbating himself with a fifteen foot tall, hyper muscular Leatherhead. Donnie and Mikey were having fun as they had a large tree shoved between them and up both their asses. Mikey stroked Donnie's cock with both his feet while the purple-masked turtle did the same for his brother. Raph fucked Leo on his back and sucked his bro's massive cock at the same time. All in all they were having an awesome time fucking and growing. Grow they did as everyone in their group felt the urge in unison and began to get bigger. Trees and rocks were no match for the invincible muscles that destroyed them. In one of the desert zones of the MTP the Street Sharks were having fun with the Road Rovers. A 1200 foot tall hyper buff Ripster, leader of the Street Sharks, lay naked in the desert sands as an 800 foot tall and hyper ripped Hunter, leader of the Road Rovers, stood off a 300 foot cliff and fucked the massive shark from behind. Shag, ordinarily the largest of the Road Rovers with his big white fluffy hair, now appeared to be the smallest as he was a mere fifty feet tall and strapped to Hunter's cock as he fucked the massive shark. Hundred foot tall hyper muscular sharks Jab and Streex sucked on their leader's nipples while a four hundred foot tall Moby Lick sucked the gargantuan shark cock of his leader. Big Slammu was a good 500 feet tall with a 250 foot cock that he rammed into the backside of Moby lick all while flexing his massive muscles. While they couldn't see it, the other Road Rovers were hard at work behind their tremendous leader. A thousand foot tall Exile, a now incredibly massively muscular blue husky, fucked Blitz, the doberman pincer from behind with a 500 foot long cock. Blitz standing a thousand feet tall himself was bent down as Exile fucked him from behind but he was busy licking in between Hunters bulbous butt cheeks like there was no tomorrow. Blitz pulled off only long enough to say with a deep Austrian accent, “Oh ya. This is how I like to bite tushies.” Exile smacked him on the ass then pressed Blitz's face back between Hunter's cheeks, returning him to his masterful rimjob before speaking in a Siberian accent, “Don't be a weird boy.” Hunter moaned as he fucked away at the leader of the Street Sharks, “I would not have predicted this.” Ripster grunted as he gripped the sandy ground around him and crushed so hard the sand melted into glass only to get crushed again, “Maybe not predictable, bud... but I'd say it's totally Jawesome! You guys keep this up and I'm gonna make a new ocean in no time.” “Now that I'd like to see,” grinned Hunter. Above the MTP on a world with 200 times the gravity of Earth's own, a 5000 foot tall ExVeemon was 69ing with an equally matched and buffed out Wargreymon. In the middle of their love circle, stood 500 foot tall and tremendously built versions of Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, Trunks, and Beerus. They were pressed together by the titans around them and forced to frot their giant cocks together as their own incredible muscles fought for space while they writhed and sucked each other's bodies and cocks together. Their mouths were too preoccupied to even think of speaking. The world was a barren one as nothing was strong enough to grow but the strength exertion only served to turn the muscular toons on even more. An end was soon in sight as their orgasms built up, much like the other toons. Meanwhile, on a different planet, about half the size of Earth, an immeasurable Bugs Bunny fucked the world with his gargantuan rabbit meat. On either side of him were Donald and Daffy, while across from him was Mickey Mouse himself. They were all lost in orgasmic pleasure as they fucked the whole planet simultaniously, their cocks bumping into one another at the world's core as an orgasm of unheard of proportions built up while the crust of the planet was being fucked to pieces. Marvin the Martian was back on the main MTP world's surface in a Gym-City. It was a city designed with every building made to be lifted. He was a mere eighty feet tall and sat atop a massive building while he curled several other buildings with each hand. His ebony muscles glistened as his cock throbbed and extended 40 feet out from his body. Kouga, who was a rival of Inuyasha in his namesake anime, was a massive thirty feet tall and had gripped that black martian cock and was docking it, his dick going half way down the tremendous shaft. As the pair were busy with their own workouts. Shere Kahn, the massive tiger from Talespin stood with his arms crossed, He was a hundred feet tall and had his legs spread a bit as he faced the pair, flexing his cock inside a ring that lifted the building Marvin was sitting on, as well as several others around them. They were all on the verge of cumming but something was telling the toons they had to hold off just a bit longer. In an abandonned Zoo, Dudley Puppy stomped through the enclosures as a 75 foot tall muscle monster, even letting out a roar. Bernard the purple werewolf, and Wilford the blue werewolf, took pleasure in stomping over the grounds, smashing everything flat with their canine toes. When Dudley spied them he started stroking his 30 foot long muscle member and panting heavily. Bernard and Wilford joined him, bringing their members together as they stroked in a circle and rubbed their massive humanoid cocks together. They canines panted as they spurted precum over each other and pooled a pond of pre at their feet. Beast from the X-Men stood as a 500 foot tall giant in a half ruined city elsewere on the MTP. He looked down at Beast from Beauty and the Beast, who was a mere 100 feet tall, as he expertly rubbed the monster's goliath 40 foot member with a giant blue foot. He stroked the cock between his toes and watched the monster pant under him. His own giant cock was rock hard and swelled 250 feet out from his enormous muscle body and he watched as an incredibly mucular chief Bogo used his 250 foot muscle body to stroke the tremendous member. Precum rained down on the city from Hank McCoy's cock as he exclaimed, “Oh my stars and garters... I'm so close. Don't know how much longer I can hold out.” “I'm sure this won't help,” came Beastboy's voice from behind as he took the form of a 500 foot overly muscular gorilla man. He thrust a cock, equal to Hank's own into the blue Beast's ass. Beast roared out but Bogo squeezed his cock with incredible strength to hold back that orgasm. Hank was left panting as he looked down to see a thirty foot tall muscled Skippy Squirrel fucking his goliath pectoral muscles. “Enjoying yourself, little guy?” asked Hank. “Gotta spew soon...” said Skippy. “Don't we all?” asked Hank as he craned his neck down and sucked on the head of a cock which was as long as the squirrel was tall. Skippy moaned in pleasure At the same time they were having some city wide fun, in a scrap yard across the worlds there were a few toons crushing, compacting, and stacking cars into some rather large piles. Tom and Jerry stood a mere fifteen feet tall each, while Hong Kong Phooey matched them in height. They all took turns crushing old cars and tossing the crushed cars atop the car piles they were making. Those piles were being held up by Chance and Jake from the Swat Kats. Jake gave a yawn despite there being about 3000 tons of weight over his head, “Man I thought that this would be more of a challenge some how.” “I know what you mean,” said Chance. He shifted the weight in his hand and said, “I mean just look at this.” Everyone watched as Chance lay the whole weight of the cars down on his rigid, seven foot cock and then with a flex, tossed the weight into the air, causing crushed cars to rain down all over the junk yard. “What say we just get to fucking?” Jake smiled, “Don't gotta tell me twice.” He tossed the weights behind him casually but the crash caused an Earthquake. He pounced Chance and knocked his fellow Swat Kat to the ground. He slid up the body of his bro and slid his cock between the mammoth pecs before him before sliding back down to take the colossal seven feet of cock up his rear. Tom and Jerry shrugged and flexed up to twice their size before looking down at Hong Kong Phooey. Tom sat down on the mere 15 foot dog and pinned him. The dog man laughed and lifted Tom up with a single finger, however his hand slipped and he ended up shoving his arm up the cat's rump, only for Tom to slam Phooey back to the ground again. Jerry laughed a bit then walked to Tom's front and gave him a few cock slaps across the maw before thrusting into the cat's mouth. The ground rumbled as orgasms built across the worlds. Bowser was an three hundred foot colossus of muscle gut and fury who rampaged through a city, while Arnold, Nick, and Finnick played hide and seek with the massive lizard man. He spotted Finnick's muscular 20 foot body hiding inside a bus and he picked it up. Bowser looked inside and said, “Found you! Now to put you someplace for safe keeping.” The three hundred foot tall beast then brought the bus around to his prodigious rump and shoved it up his bubble butt like a metropolitan dildo. He let the bus hang half out so Finnick could still breath but clamped down hard to keep the muscular fox from going anywhere. Koopzilla swung his colossal cock through building after building in their game of hyper macro hide and seek, when he stopped and got very silent. He listened and felt the ground tremble with either Arnold or Nick's big feet as they ran through the city. He focused on it to get the direction and then he let loose a roar and rampaged through buildings as though they were made from cardboard. The mighty King of the Koopas erupted through building after building and then stopped as he saw a sky scraper with a 20 foot tall Nick Wilde scaling up the side. He grinned and ran up to the building. With a swing of his mighty 100 foot long rod, he toppled the sky scraper like a tree in a forest shouting, “Timber!” The building collapsed atop the immensely muscled fox man but afterwards he sat up and dusted the debris off his invincible body. He looked up just in time to see Bowser's foot come down on him to pin him to the city streets. He tried to push Bowser off him but the massive lizard man shifted his foot and wedged Nick's nose between his toes. “Hmmm... now where to keep you...” Bowser said as he rapped his fingers over his giant, precum leaking, throbbing cock. He smiled then said, “I have just the place.” Bowser bent down and picked up the fox then shoved him down his cum slit feet first. He trapped Mr. Wilde so only his head and shoulders were sticking out of his throbbing meat as he asked, “Now, my foxy friend, where did that other runt get off to?” Nick smiled and said, “Ya know big guy? We were talking and decided to cook up a special little surprise for you.” the ground started to shake and rumble under the King Koopa's enormous feet. Nick only grinned wider as he said, “Why lookie there, here comes that surprise now.” The street erupted in front of Bowser and filled his vision with a wall of white, all while behind the massive lizard a wall of pink came up from the other side. Arnold had hidden deep down in the subway system, grew to tremendous size, and then sat up at the same time he flexed his cock. The three thousand foot tall pit bull, lifted Bowser with his thousand foot long cock and wedged him between his gargantuan pecs. “Hear me now and see me next week,” said Arnold in his Austrian accent, “I'll pump you up myself you namby pamby, wimpy, scalely leezard baby. First step to pumping up? You will take a protein shake of my own special formula.” Finnick watched from the bus as Arnold picked up the King Koopa and positioned his massive phallus to penetrate Bowser through the rear. He flexed larger enough to pop out of the ass that held him and slid down the cock just as Bowser was forced to take the member to the hilt. Finnik was trapped under Bowser's giant balls against the base of Arnold's cock and said, “I'm tired of being small. I'm gon' fuck some shit up yous guys.” The (relatively) small yet buffed to hell fennec fox flexed and grew bigger, much to Nick Wilde's delight. Elsewhere on the MTP there was a quiet beach where the Extreme Dinosaurs and the Biker Mice from Mars played Volleyball. Naked volleyball. All of the players stood thirty feet tall with muscles that any body builder would kill for. Spike, T-bone, and Stegz were on the Dino side, while Throttle, Modo and Vinnie took up the Mouse side. Hax was busy on the side lines fucking Bullzeye, while Badrap was doing the same to Spittor as hardrock fucked the purple raptor in the face. There weren't any balls large enough so the players had to play with a massive boulder instead, yet the batted it with as much ease as though it were a ball despite it being a hundred feet in diameter and made of solid granite. They passed the ball back and forth with cracks forming on every hit and slam till finally it came down with Spike intending to spike the ball over the massive fishing net they used. Unfortunately on impact the boulder shattered against his cock and was reduced to rubble. “Alright bros, I think that's game,” said Throttle as he casually stroked his mammoth 10 foot erection. “Who won?” asked T-Bone. Stegz rubbed the back of his head, “I was having so much fun I forgot to keep track of the score. Sorry guys.” Vinnie walked up to Spike, hugged him close, wrapped a leg around his boy and gave him a deep kiss, “I think we all won if we were having that much fun.” “What say we take a note from the guys on the sideline and get to some serious pounding?” asked Modo. Spike smiled, “Sounds like a plan.” The orgy of mice and dinosaurs began in earnest while a few other toons were having fun of a different sort in a city made to look like ancient Rome. Memnon, the massive red lizard monster, Victor, the muscular stone gargolye, and three different big bad wolves were all busy rampaging through the city. Memnon took great pleasure in stomping buildings from his hundred foot height. No cart in his path was safe. Victor was a slightly more modest eighty feet tall and walked up to the coleseum before he dug his hands in, lifted it over head, and started pressing it for weight single handed while flexing his free arm as a show for the wolves. The forty foot tall wolves whistled at the garganuan gargoyle and began to rub over his muscles. One stood atop a cock that was as long as he was tall, he massaged those literal rock hard pecs. Another wolf rode atop the flexing arm like it was a circus ride, and Victor was all to happy to suck his cock as he did so. The third wolf worked over Victor's ass and as he fed a finger in he found it clenched down hard and started to pull him in. He wasn't strong enough at that height to pull out and soon he was up to his waist inside the stone gargoyle who moaned around the cock of the wolf that rode his flexing arm. Memnon came up from behind and pulled out the wolf, shoved his cock into the wolf till it went all the way through and out the other side, then thrust his mammoth cock of destruction up Victor's ass with such strength that it lifted him from the ground and made the gargoyle accidentally throw the coleseum. They caused massive destruction together in that city but the settings were far from done. Yakko and Wakko were the Warner Brothers and they had both been members of the B.U.S.T. Club for years. They found the Japanese city, made to be just like Tokyo, was their new favorite setting. They were massive at around 150 feet of city stomping muscle, as were Inuyasha and Leomon, but the Trix Rabbit had swollen to 1500 feet tall with massive rabbit feet that he used with great pleasure. Inuyasha and Leomon were side by side with their cocks wedged between the toes of one foot as the rabbit stepped down on them, while Yakko and Wakko were on the otherside getting the same footjob treatment. The rabbit stroked his cock and was getting as close as they were to cumming but still all the toons somehow held off. On a volcanic island clear across the MTP, Schnookums and Meat were busy literally fucking the volcano at 500 feet tall each. At the same time Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles were busy on different parts of the volcano, all hugely muscled, all naked, and all fucking that volcano with the promise to hold off till they all came together. There were hudreds of toons spread across the MTP but the group of Goofy, Mortimer Mouse, Max Goof, Louie Duck, Sylvester, Pepe Le Pew and Pitu Le Pew were the only ones that chose a futuristic military base as their destination. Goofy stood thirty feet tall and wore a tank as a pair of pants, only the turret was ripped off and his own cum cannon was sticking out the front of the tank instead. He modeled for a similarly sized Mortimer saying, “Do these pants make my ass look big? Ahyuck!” Mortimer walked up with his massive boner first and walked around his Goofy, “Hot cha cha, I dunno, but there's one way to find out if it really did get bigger.” The massive muscle mouse walked up behind Goofy and effortlessly shoved his incredible cock right up his lover's rear end, only to elicit a moan a moment later. Pepe walked up behind Mortimer and said, “Might as well inspect yours while we are at eet, no?” He then shoved his own ebony cock right up the mouse's backside. Sylvester came up behind Pepe and said, “Hey don't leave me out now!” The train of four similarly buffed toons began to fuck in unison with one behind the other. Louie was off with Max and Pitu watching the skunk bench press an aircraft carrier while they worshiped his cock. The 300 foot tall skunk lifted the massive weight with ease while a 40 foot tall Louie fucked the clevage of his balls with his massive cock. Max sat on Pitu's abs, right alongside the 100 foot tall cock. Max was a 200 feet tall himself and was giving Pitu the footjob of a lifetime. The skunk's cock grew and grew till it penetrated the aircraft carrier and started to lift it away from his grip. Somehow every toon managed to keep from cumming despite how turned on they were. That's when all the toons saw it as it made it's way around the sun and super speed. The thing that set them all off at once. It was Henry Hawk, now the size of our sun Sol, fucking Foghorn Leghorn, who was five times his size. Henry came in the massive rooster and set Foghorn off with a resounding, “Cock a doodle doo!” that rang off across the planets and the whole world of the MTP. Unfathomable volumes of cum sprayed from his truly massive cock and blasted forth around the sun with such force that it eventually came back and hit both he and Henry right on their backs. As if on cue, all the toons pulled out their cocks from where ever they had been shoved and flexed to quadrouple their sizes as they all took aim and fired off skyward towards the ring of cum that surrounded the sun. It was hours of cumming from hundreds of toons but over time they managed to cum so hard and so long that they made a massive ring of toon seed that surrounded the sun. When all was said and done, all were exhausted from the blow out of seed that could literally spawn new worlds. Group by group returned to the train station at the painting exit. Soon they all gathered and were given new robes to preserve their modesty outside. It was noon the next day before the doors to the club opened once again. Once the last of the toons left and it was just Henry and Foghorn left. They collapsed on the marble floor to snuggle. “Say big beak, that was a great party,” said Henry. “It really, I say, it really was,” said Foghorn, “I'm thinking about making that a monthly event.” And they all came happily ever after... The end? That was a lot to write. A lot to keep track of. And would love to know your thoughts on the story!
  8. Welcome to the B.U.S.T. Club Episode Six: Welcome to the Sewers This series contains copyright characters from a number of different series by a number of different companies and they are all copyright their respective owners. All characters featured are over 18 and are conscenting adults in the events that progress. These stories are not for profit and are only for fun... that being said... on with the fun parts. The 1987 series of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ran for ten seasons of glorious green muscle machines. In that time the four turtles got very very close. While they were raised together, technically they weren't brothers by blood. A few years after their show went off the air, another series started up in 2003 with a different set of the 4 heroes operating in another part of the turtleverse altogether. After that the first fab four turtles of television were able to have some privacy together. Raph and Mona Lisa finally hooked up and Leo ran off with Usagi Yojimbo. Mikey and Donnie found themselves together. At first they were experimenting but then it developed over the years into something more. They were in love. They kept it quiet and in time they found out about this secret special place called: The B.U.S.T. Club. They enjoyed quite a lot of time there and had Napoleon to thank for introducing them to it. On this particular night the two mutant ninja turtles, who were no longer teenaged, were going through the art gallery of the club with Donnie looking for a very specific painting. They must have walked for hours into the deep back recesses of the club. Toon belts were already off but they kept covered up with their trench coats and fedoras and walked barefoot through the seemingly endless halls. Mikey looked around at the paintings and peered in on a red light to see Jafar in full red, muscular, genie form fucking a whole planet from a space painting. In another he saw Memnon from Hercules the animated series rampaging through a city like a big dicked Gozilla, stomping on car and knocking through buildings with his tremendous cock. In yet another he saw Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck sixty nine-ing with massive muscles writhing against each other in the rubble of what was once a nice Japanese bathhouse. Michelangelo looked to his brother, “What exactly are we looking for, Dude? All these dudes bangin' is really starting to get me goin' if ya know what I mean.” Donatello looked over to see a huge bulge under the trench coat going half way down to Mikey's knee and snaking even longer still. He chuckled and looked at the paintings, “I know Michelangelo. I know. Trust me on this one, it will be worth the wait.” “I sure hope so, dude,” said Mikey. Donatello pointed to a painting excitedly, “That's it! That's the one I was looking for!” He ran over excitedly and pointed again. Michelangelo walked up and looked over the painting. It was a painting set in one of the old sets from their show back in the late 1980s. Michelangelo looked unimpressed, “Really dude? You want to go to one of our old sets? We could go to Paris. We could go to the Orient. We could go to the beach, dude! Why do you want to go back to the sewers we used to spend all our time in?” “Why would I spend all this time looking for just a random old sewer painting?” asked Donnie, “No, this one is a special set that I modified heavily before it was decomissioned. I set up something special so that you could really show off some true turtle power!” “That sounds most excellent, compadre... but what did you do to the set?” asked Mikey. Donnie wiggled his eyebrows behind that purple mask, “I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. Come on, let's make our way in.” Donnie led Mikey into the painting and the light turned red. The pair went through the familiar set and Donnie led further into the sewers before he stopped at a massive underground lair that was carved out. There were locomotives, city busses, tanker trucks, taxi cabs, tanks, and a large contraption in the middle of the giant dome. The contraption was a massive bar with a ring in the middle and the sides of the bar went to either side of the huge dome to what looked like a huge metal ring that went all the way around. “Holy guacamole! This place is totally tubular, Donnie!” Mikey was so excited that he flexed up immediately. His muscular five foot form suddenly expanded to a hyper muscular ten foot form as he exploded out of the trench coat, his belt, as well as his knee and elbow pads. The only thing he had on now was his orange head band and the orange bands at his wrists. He flexed a few poses, “Ah that's much better.” The turtle with the orange headband's ass was totally exposedin his flexed up form, along with his tail, just under where his shell ended. He turned to face his bro and his massive, two foot long, half hard cock swayed in the breeze with an alarming jiggle that might have scared off any toons that weren't a fan of what he and his bro were into. Donatello chuckled, “Hey now. Don't leave me behind. It took me a long while to put this playground together for us, Mikey.” The purple loving turtle flexed till he matched his love for size. While his muscles were a little skinnier they would still put any bodybuilder to shame. He walked up and kissed Mikey as the remnants of his guards, belt, and trenchcoat fell to the ground. “What do you mean it took a long time to put together?” asked Mikey after the kiss. “Well in my spare time, after we found out about this place from Napoleon I started bringing these vehicles in from the city above after I found this painting then I used some of my invincibolium to make that rod that goes through the middle for something special. Took the nanites months to make that thing. Then they moved the paintings in the gallery around to make room for the new arrivals.” “You did all this for me, compadre?” asked Mikey with a blush. “Of course I did,” Donnie smiled, “I love you so much. I'd do anything for you, Mikey.” They couldn't help but kiss again but then Michelangelo's curiosity got away from him as he walked over to the bar in the middle of the room, right at waist level, “So what is this special bar that took months to make, dude? It looks totally radical.” Donatello wagged a finger at him, “Ah ah ah. That's a special surprise for after we've had our fun playing with the other toys, Mikey.” Michelangelo made a pouty face and clasped his hands together pleading but Donatello put his hands on his hips and just shook his head sternly, “Nope. Not gonna say till it's time... no matter how cute you are. It's too good to ruin.” Mikey smiled and looked around to the other toys, as Donnie put it, “What should we do first, mi amigo?” Donnie shrugged, “Up to you my dear, Michelangelo.” Mikey thought for a moment and then said, “Be right back! Got an idea dude, just need you...” He picked up Donatello and set him down on the hood of a car, he pushed the purple loving turtle down so that it popped the tires and indented the hood around his muscular rump. Then Michelangelo stood and said, “...to sit right here. Just need to grab something from the old lair.” Donnie sat tight and twiddled his thumbs as he waited for his brother to run off but then he heard the sound of music as Mikey returned. He saw Mikey back shrunk down in his five foot form, only he was wearing clothes now and had a boom box on his shoulder playing a tape of 80s dance music. Donnie smiled as he looked his bro up and down. Mikey was sporting basketball shorts that hung past his knees, an a-shirt, a zip up hoodie, a backwards baseball cap, workout bands on his wrists and ankles, and a pair of sneakers that stretched tight over his oversized turtle feet. Mikey looked over his dark sunglasses and then set the boombox down, pulling a skateboard out from behind himself. He skated on by and shot a hang loose hand sign on his pass in front of Donnie. Donatello chuckled and leaned back on the hood of the car, crushing it down under his elbow a bit from his sheer muscle weight. He reached down to start fondling himself when Mikey held up his hand, “No touching yourself. Let me take care of you, amigo.” Donnie was all to happy to comply as the turtle in the late 80s clothes skated around, he watched as Mikey ramped up the back of a car and mid air he flexed and flexed hard. He grew till his leg muscles, cock and balls really filled out those basketball shorts. His feet made quick work of the shoes, his toes ripping out as his heel did the same rendering them more like sandals than sneakers. His chest really filled up that hoodie along with his massive arms, stretching it to the max. He landed with a crash atop that car. The skateboard exploded into splinters under his weight and the roof of the car compacted in completely. Mikey made an 'oops' face on his landing and then grinned as he hopped off the car and started to really strut his stuff in time to the beat. He danced and swayed with expert movement then found himself in front of a massive eighteen wheeler mac truck with a huge tanker on the end. He did the splits in front of it, facing away from Donnie, then lay down and slid forward. He stood and flexed, his hoodie ripping from his frame as he grew back to his ten foot height. The remnants of his sneakers tore free of the massive, impossibly powerful feet and then he held the mac truck with its tanker over head single handed. Lucky for him, his basketball shorts stayed on but they looked more like short shorts now and with his cock and balls weighing down the front impressively. That packaged bounced as he walked the eighteen wheeler over to Donnie and stood before his turtle bro. Donnie had a massive erection that stood an impressive three and a half feet out from his muscular frame. He reached up to touch Mikey but his bro slapped his hand away and then wagged a finger at him in time to the music. Mikey started flexing his free arm in time to the music while pressing the truck up and down in time with the beat at the same time. He brought up one of his massive feet and started to rub Donnie's massive, throbbing, erection with it. Donnie moaned and gripped the car hood as Mikey stepped on his balls, crushing the purple loving turtle down through the engine block till his ass rested on the concrete. The car lay crushed beneath Donnie but his incredible toon strength prevented him from getting hurt during his bro's sexual display. Mikey stepped back then lowered his foot down onto Donnie's cock and pressed it to the ground with his weight, crushing the remnants car in front of him under that cock. Donnie was too busy gasping and spurting precum out of control as Mikey brought his other foot up and stepped on Donnie's face, shoving his toes into his brother's mouth. Donnie licked and sucked on those toes with loving care and Mikey moaned, tossing the massive truck behind him and crashing it into a large group of cars behind him. He traded off feet, stepping on Donnie's steel-hard pecs with the foot that was in his mouth and let Donnie worship his other foot instead. Licking over the sole and sucking on his toes. Mikey smiled and started to leak precum through his basketball shorts. It took every ounce of will power he had to keep from getting hard in the middle of that show. After a few more minutes of foot worship, Mikey stepped off and made his way over to the locomotive just across the way from his brother. Donatello sat up and watched as Mikey lifted the train with a single finger, then slid himself under it so that only his top half was sticking out, then set the train down once more. Mikey grunted and Donnie just heard the tearing of fabric then a clank. Shortly afterwards there was the screeching of metal and the train slowly lifted up as Michelangelo got hard. His shorts were ripped to shreds and soon the four foot turtle cock had lifted the locomotive off the ground all by itself. Mikey looked to his brother and winked. Showing incredible muscle control he flexed his cock so that it pointed down towards his feet. Then he flexed it again and the train was launched overhead and landed a hundred feet away. On landing it crushed the boom box. That's when Mikey walked back over to Donnie, his colossal muscles glistening with the sweat after his show for his brother. Donnie was spurting gallons of precum over his brother's masculine form and Michelangelo just rubbed it into his skin like an ointment. “Did'ja like my little show, compadre?” Michelangelo smiled and gave a few more playful flexes. “Good greif, Michelangelo... that was so hot,” The muscle turtle writhed on the ground. “I can't take much more... or I'll blow my load...” “Before you do that, Dude, why don't you give me a little show?” asked Mikey, “Surely I can't be the only one who likes to show off like that?” Donnie calmed himself and rose to his feet, his cock still sticking out straight before him then he focused using his ninja skills to hold back that cum flood, “You're right Michelangelo... and don't call me shirley.” “Dude, are you saying what I think you're saying?” ased Michelangelo. Donatello flashed him a wink and pointed up very nerd-like as he made a brief point in the nude, “I have the perfect invention for just such an occasion.” Mikey chuckled and watched Donatello head off to the lair. He returned a few minutes later still at his gargantuanly built ten foot height, only his outfit was a bit different. He wore golden bands on his ankles, wrists, biceps, calves, chest, and then four giant cock rings along his three and a half foot long monstrosity. Michelangelo just watched with his mouth agape as Donnie walked between two tanks and then pulled their barrels to aim towards one another. He bent the barrels into hooks while he squated down. Then he started to wrap those barrels around his massive cock. He stood up and lifted the two tanks by his cock's strength alone. Donnie flexed his cock as he shifted to flex his calves, the gold metal bands popped off his legs and the shards fell to the floor and with them he got more turned on. His cock expanded and the cock ring closest to the base popped off and in the expansion, the tanks dropped to the ground with a crash. Then Donnie walked over to the locomotive that Mikey tossed with his cock. The purple-masked turtle bent down in front of the train to show off his powerful ass. It clenched with impossible strength as Donatello picked up the train with both his arms, yet the arm bands managed to creak and stretch a bit rather than pop off at his light flexing. That's when he proceeded to fold the massive train in half over head. In the process of his arms flexing larger and larger, the gold bands popped off and the turn on made his cock flex hard and the second of three cock rings popped off shortly afterwards. Mikey rubbed his own chest and cock, one hand each as he watched Donatello go to town in their playground. That was when Donnie walked up to his brother and said, “Come with me and then cum with me, Michelangelo.” He gripped Mikey by the cock and led him over to a city bus. He positioned his brother to face the front and then gave a flex of his pecs, ripping the last band off his muscles with a snap. That was when his cock flexed again and his cock ripped free of the final cock ring. He gave Mikey a few cock slaps across his very muscular rump and said, “I'm gonna go over there but then you should come to me once I get there.” Michelangelo didn't fully understand till Donatello walked to the other end of the bus. He tore off the wrist and ankle bands so both turtles were now entirely naked except for their bandanas. He pushed his cock into the back of the bus and then started walking towards Mikey. Michelangelo started walking towards his brother and the pair crushed the bus between their awesome muscular bodies. When their cock ends touched, Mikey ripped the remnants of the crushed bus out of the way and embraced his brother in a passionate kiss and very tight hug. They made out and french kissed a while as their cocks frotted and they played a bit of footsie down below. Green muscles from both turtles writhed against each other as they felt electricity between themselves with great fervor. After several minutes they pulled from the kiss panting, still feeling each other's muscular bods. “Dude this is the best ever,” said Michelangelo. “Every moment with you is the best ever,” Donatello said blushing at how cheesy he was being. Mikey started thrusting his cock up between their bodies, spurts of precum splashed their faces, “I'm so close, Dude. I don't know how much longer I can hold off.” “Hold off just a little longer Michelangelo,” said Donatello. He pulled away from his brother and then led him over to the large metal disk in the middle of the room. There was a ring in the middle, suspended by metal poles that went to either side of the room, “At least hold off till you and I get to use the last sexual invention I have for this place.” Michelangelo stopped where his brother led him. It was with his cock positioned right in front of the metal ring, “I think I have an idea of what you planned... but just to make sure maybe you should explain it to me?” Donatello smiled, “Sure thing. This ring and those rods and that disk under our feet are all made from invincibolium. A nearly indestructible material that can support most any weight or stress. Those poles connect the ring to be under the entire city of New York. This way, you can lift the whole city with your cock, while I take you from behind.” Mikey was lost in thought a moment before his look of shock and awe turned to a devious grin, “Well then, compadre. What say I lift this city while you fill me something good.” Mikey wasted no time pushing that ring half way up his cock. He took a few breaths and then gave a flex. The metal creaked but didn't bend as he lifted the entire city of New York with the strength of his cock alone. His whole body flexed as he lifted the whole city and his cock throbbed incredibly hard, swelling in size to really fill out that ring, “Cowabunga dude! This feels incredible!” Donatello spurted precum all over his brother's backside as he watched the incredible feat of strength, “Cowabunga is right! Oh crap Mikey! I gotta fuck you now!” Normally able to contain himself, Donnie gave in at long last and shoved his massive cock up his brother's rump in one giant thrust. The whole city lifted further as Donnie's cock flexed and lifted Mikey off the ground so that his feet were hovering a good foot off the metal floor. Mikey moaned and groaned, the near indestructible cock ring was the only thing to keep him from cumming as Donnie flexed his cock up and down in time with Mikey's cock flexes to lift the city up and down for the ultimate cock work out. It could have been minutes or hours that they fucked and lifted with writhing green muscles that could destroy worlds, but it was hard for them to tell as they were lost in pure pleasure. Then it was time. Then came the cataclysm to bring an end to that painted set. Michelangelo came first. His orgasm made his cock swell so much that it burst the invincibolium cock ring which caused the city to hit the ground with an Earth shattering crash. Buildings collapsed above them and subway tunnels below them. The quake only served to entice the orgasms out of the Twenty Something Mutant Ninja Turtles. Mikey's cock erupted with billions of gallons of pent up seed that blasted clear everything before him. He gripped his cock and pointed it upwards which blasted off the roof and everything in the city above them. His eruption put every volcano on the planet to shame... Then came Donatello. The contractions around the purple-masked turtle's cock that came from Michelangelo's orgasm, drove him past the edge of pleasure. His cock erupted within Mikey and he held his brother firm by the hips to keep him put as his eruption paralleled his brothers in both volume and ferocity. Michelangelo balooned out and put a hand over his mouth as cum began to fire forth. Cum from Donnie's goliath cock erupted out from Mikey's mouth and ass all while inflating him up with a flood that equaled the one his's brother's cock was erupting. It aimed Mikey's cock downward as his belly expanded. This made Michelangelo rocket forward to lay on his massive growing belly, filling the void of tunnel his cum jet carved to the city above. They rose as Donnie humped Mikey's ass with his giant turtle balls slapping his brother's ass hard. When the orgasms finally subsided, one half of the city lay in waste from being dropped while the other part of that wasteland was covered in turtle cum. Donnie lay atop his brother as they rested in the glow after the orgasm. Donatello painted as he finally managed to relax but still remained with his huge cock inside his bro. He kissed the back of Mikey's shell, “Can I invent a good time or can I invent a good time?” “You...” Mikey gurgled and then coughed up a bit of cum before he continued, “You really can do machines. In fact you can do machines for me any time you want, Dude. That was like... totally radical, Donatello. Next time I take you up the ass though.” Donatello chuckled, “Good cause I modified about a dozen more of our old painted lairs to be like this.” “Whoa! Really?!” exclaimed his brother. Donatello smiled, “Why make one when you can have nanites make a bunch for you at the same time.” “Totally tubular, compadre,” said Mikey, “You're my favorite inventor slash scientist for sure, Dude.” “Of course,” said Donatello, “What are bros for? You know I love you, right?” “I love you too, Donatello. I love you so so much,” said Mikey. The orange masked turtle then started to flex, compressing down the cum and adding to his muscles. His body swelled and his gargantuan ass eventually engulfed Donatello completely. His sphincter clenched to keep Donnie in one place as the massive turtle swelled till he was eight hundred feet tall of city stomping kaiju turtle muscle. Mikey looked around the city and stepped out of the hole, crushing small buildings and cars as he walked, “There's still some of the city left standing though. Think we should take care of that? Donnie?” Michelangelo looked down to his ass, “Oh right...” then he reached between his cheeks and pulled out his brother with a pop as his cock came loose. He set Donatello on the ground as he knelt before his brother, “What do you say? Cum till the world turns white?” Donatello smiled up at his giant brother in extacy, “A man after my own heart. Well... A mutant anyway.” They both chuckled and then Mikey rose to his feet. He lifted a giant foot over his brother and lowered it down, pressing him between the crumbled street and his massive green toes. Mikey said, “Before we can get to the stomping I think you might need to clean your cum off my stompers first.” Donatello smiled and happily worshipped his brothers feet. He didn't stop till they were spotless.
  9. Maybe someone uses it and he has to block the ray with his massive martian muscles? ;3
  10. Shropshire Slasher and Crusher might do quite well in a story all their own. I might need to do just that ^.^
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