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Dawn of a New Muscle God

By CimmaronSpirit

Commission for HairyMage

WARNING: this story contains: hyper cock, size difference, cock growth, muscle growth, cock shrinking, muscle shrinking, size theft, cock theft, muscle theft, small cock, humiliation, rimming, anal, docking, orgasm denial, orgasm theft, growth orgasms, borderline macro, and excessive cum. If you aren't 18 and aren't into that stuff, then you might as well find something else to read. Otherwise, enjoy!

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Dawnheart sat on the edge of the bed, his hoof quickly, nervously tapping the floor. The older carpet muffled the sound somewhat, though the creaking bed frame from the old highway motel more than made up for the sound, each shuffle, each twitch of the white haired horse made the ancient bed creak and groan.

"Damnit, what's taking so long?" he muttered to himself, staring at the door in the corner that lead out into the parking lot. He'd been aching, yearning for this for a long time, ever since he first anxiously downloaded the hookup app.

The fact someone was even interested in him was a bit of a shock, to be quite honest. When you usually talk to a person online, and you mention that you are a shire horse, the first thought for them would be big, powerful, strong... well hung.

Dawnheart, though he was a shire horse by blood, wasn't. He was broadsholdered and fit, but all his work to get bigger was hampered by flaws in his genetics, noticeably that he was only just five foot seven, which was at least a foot and a half, even two, shorter than an average stallion. Even his nine inch horse cock was laughably small compared to the footlongs that most of his breed would have.

But tonight... tonight he was going to fix that. He felt at the necklace around his neck, with the green crystal that he got from a friend who dabbled in magic and spells and potions.

He promised this would make him a very, very happy horse.

And too come back to show off the results after he tried it out.

"Where is he?" the stallion asked, brushing a few strands of the long blonde mane out of his eyes. They said seven PM. It was almost eight now.

"He must have backed out. He must have decided he didn't want me now," Dawnheart mumbled, his heart racing as his anxiety rose. Maybe, maybe the dragon figured out what the plan was. And he was going to-

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Dawnheart's heart nearly leapt out of his body as he raced for the door, and opened it a crack.

And there was Deano.

"Hola, Dawny!" the dragon said in a thick Latino accent for the self-given nickname for the stallion, giving a grin.

"Hey hey! You made it!" Dawnheart said, excitement in his voice.

"Traffic was horrible getting out of the city," Deano said. "But I'm here now!"

Dawnheart stepped out of the way as Deano's massive hand pushed against the door, flinging it open, hitting the wall and making the whole room rattle and shake. A picture fell off the wall as he walked in. Well, ducked in. Actually, almost closer to say crawled in. Deano, covered in red scales with blue highlights from his muzzle down over his chest and abs, stood just about ten feet tall. He was built like a boulder, with arms that couldn't lay against the side of his body due to their thickness and the huge blue pecs that the muscle shirt he was wearing strained to cover, the deep cleavage of his chest visible to all. Next were the big, folded up wings that have just been able to lift him if he really tried, though it was a question of how far the extra limbs would have been able to carry him without a running start, like a cement block tied to a helium balloon. The dragon's jeans pants that tightly hugged his calves and thighs, but it was the huge protruding bulge on his groin that really made him stand out, the stretched denim somehow managing to completely cover the dragon's package. It really wasn't hiding anything, just keeping him in the required decency laws, but it was obvious that the overinflated beachball in his pants was massive, and very, very potent.

Deano groaned as he finally got all of him, muscles, wing and massive tail that was again almost as long as he was into the room, and got the door closed. "Hostia, they do not make these rooms big enough for me! Something you don't have to worry about, eh pequeño caballo?"

Dawnheart had taken high school Spanish, and though he didn't remember all of it, he did recognize that phrase as "little horse."

Hopefully by the end of tonight, that wouldn't be the case.

Dawnheart brushed aside the teasing comment and smiled, his hooves rapidly tapping the floor in excitement as the dragon got himself into the room and turned around, his tail bumping into the dresser, making the TV wobble perched on top wobble back and forth. He was perfect. He closed the door behind him, and tripped the lock which didn't work very well as was.

The dragon, once inside, turned to the horse who was almost half as tall. "Well, so you wanted a big guy to play with, si? Well here I am!" the dragon smirked, before lifting up both arms and flexing, making the veins pops through the crimson red scales.

The horse gave a small nervous smile. This dragon was so... forward. It was sexy, but it wasn't really Dawnheart's thing. "So, do we need, to... you know... get to know each other?"

"Why? We're just having some fun tonight, si?" Deano asked. "We aren't dating. What more do we need to know other than you like big guys, I'm a big guy, and I like little guys worshipping me?" the dragon grinned, before pulling off the XXXL shirt that barely covered his upper body.

He was an ancient greek sculpture of a god come to life: his huge pecs that crowned the eight-pack abs, bricks of blue scaled muscle surrounded by the red frame of his arms and legs.

"Uh... wow... the pics did not do you justice!" Dawnheart said, his eyes wide at the huge mountain of muscle in front of him.

The dragon smirked, tossing the shirt right at Dawnheart's head. "Oh, you think the photos didn't truly show my hugeness? I don't think they did anything about my cock!" He unfastened the metal clasp on his belt. The size and heft of his junk was enough to make the zipper pull down itself, very quickly, revealing a very, very large and very stretched white cotton fabric just underneath, with at least a foot of dark blue flesh just showing at the top of the waistband.

The stallion gave a whistle and and walked over to the dragon, coming face to face with the huge bulge. If he curled up into a ball, he might have been about the same size as the tightly packed cock and balls, but his money was on the dragon's junk being even bigger.

"Jesus, your huge," Dawnheart said, wrapping both hands around the stretched fabric, working his hand under the jeans, feeling the throbbing hunk of dragon meat in his hands, and working out more of the huge package from their denim prison.

The dragon smirked and gave a low growl, flexing his arms and showing off his size as the horse massaged and stroked the huge bulge inside the pants, until finally they fell off and around the dragon's ankles.

The jockstrap that the dragon was wearing was definitely something custom made: this size was something that almost no one would make to sell, because exactly how many people would be this huge to require a constant stock?

Dawnheart nuzzled against the stretched and straining cotton, before starting to rub his whole body onto the dragon's massive contained python, feeling the sloshing of many, many gallons of virile dragon seed on his body.

Man. To be this big...

"The pequeño caballo really likes how big I am, si?" Deano rumbled as he watch Dawnheart start to worship his balls, mistaking the lust and attention the horse was giving was for the dragon and not for wanting to be that big, making Dawnheart shudder as the vibrations and throbbing covered his whole body. "Maybe he should get up closer, and see how big I really can get!"

Deano stuck his thumbs under the tight waistband of his jock, and with a little struggle (if it was real or just to toy with the stallion, Dawnheart didn't care) managed to get the elastic over most of his cock, the blue flesh flopping out and onto Dawnheart's face, nearly knocking the horse over. The shaft was as wide as Dawnheart's waist, the fat head was as big as the horse's head. It had to be at least five feet long already.

And it was soft.

How much bigger would it get?

The horse went back to worshiping the huge cock, grinding his body against the gargantuan hunk of dragon flesh, barely able to wrap his arms around the thick pole. With each heartbeat, the dragon's penis grew a bit harder, a bit longer. The tip began to drip pre from the tip, but it quickly turned into a steady leak, then a flow as the horse's gropes, rubs, strokes and kneading coaxed the dragon's member to grow bigger. The heat, the smell, the musk was intoxicating, making the horse even randier than he first was.

Dawnheart's heart was racing, his own nine-inch cock, still trapped in his own pants, was rock hard and begging for release. He felt so close...

The gem around his neck began to glow green.

Then it hit the stallion like a ton of bricks. His whole body shook as he let out a whinney muffled by the dragon's jock and cock.

But something felt wrong.

That orgasm sure felt like an orgasm, but he didn't shoot a load. He would have known, as his pants and underwear would have been ruined by his cum.

In fact Dawnheart's body was feeling incredibly tight and increasing by the moment, like he was wearing clothes a couple sizes too small. He winced and groaned at the pain His biceps were struggling, wanting to flex but the sleeves of his shirt wouldn't let him. He could feel cooler air on his lower back, and his pants felt incredibly tight, especially around his crotch.

He shuffled, trying to get comfortable, and there was a sudden pop as the button on his pants burst, followed by the metallic rip of the zipper, and the louder rip of the shirt sleeves giving way, letting his arms to move a bit more freely.

Dawnheart glanced down, and stifled a gasp. He was bigger!

Like, bigger!

If he gained a foot, he might have been underestimating the sudden growth spurt. His fit body now looked like he was a young college football player: thick, big, heavy, but not bodybuilder ripped. And his own underwear now bulged obscenely, his hard cock making the fabric poke out like a tent pole, and his apple sized balls now having nearly doubled in size. One hand went to wrap around his dick, and, indeed, he was bigger down there as well. Nine inches up to eighteen. He doubled his size in a moment? That was amazing!

He felt the crystal around his neck, the mystical energies running through him. The artifact worked! He had grown bigger!

But, where did the size come from?

At first, he thought it must have been from thin air, but when he looked over the red dragon, who was still admiring himself as he posed and flexed, Dawnheart noticed that Deano seemed a bit... smaller than before. Like his muscles, while still godly, weren't quite the same as before. And the big cock, now fully hard and still obscenely huge (and as tall as Dawnheart was now, at over six feet tall), seemed to have been put into a dryer and shrank; where before Dawnheart's waist was a good comparison to the thickness of the dragon's dick, now something closer to the diameter of a telephone pole: still big, but not as big as before.

It dawned on the Dawnheart.

He had taken some of Deano's size, and made it his own.

A dark grin cross the horse's muzzle.

The dragon, now about nine feet tall, was still rock hard, and if he had noticed a change to his body, it may not have registered yet. Heck, he might have thanked Dawnheart for making him a bit more manageable in size.

So, why not sap a little bit more, and make the horse bigger yet?

Dawnheart stood up and pulled off his shirt. Or, tried too: his thicker neck and shoulders made that a lot harder than before. After a little bit of struggle, he finally just whinnied and pulled off the shirt, ripping it down the middle, exposing his body. The first hints of a six-pack were visible now, and his chest puffed out even bigger than before. Dawnheart's hands slowly felt over his own body, feeling the new muscle, the new power, he had.

His cock jerked again, fully hard, twice as big as before, begging to be released

"Oh, the pictures you had online sure didn't do you justice either!" Deano commented as Dawnheart ripped off the last shreds of his shirt. "Though I'm still bigger, pequeño caballo!"

Not for much longer, Dawnheart thought, as he wiggled out of his pants, and his underwear, standing in the nude. He grinned, and flexed, showing off different poses as the thick and stacked dragon watched, slowly stroking his own cock.

"Muy bueno," Deano said, before picking up the horse in his still powerful body, and carrying him over to one of the beds. "But I think it's time to show you how a real man does it!"

Dawnheart was dumped onto the bed, but then was smothered by the huge dragon cock. Deano began to slowly thrust and grind his cock over Dawny's body, his tip copiously leaking pre now. The flow was unceasing and quickly soaking the horse's head and upper body as the massive dragon dick ground the stallion into the bed.

Oh man, I feel it again... c'mon, make me huge this time!Dawnheart thought as he began to moan, his balls began to tighten, his body grew rigid, his back arched, his mind swam with lust and need.

The orgasm hit again, with painless electric like power flowing through his body, focused where the crystal was on his chest. This time Dawnheart focused as much as possible on his body's growth, but it was hard as he felt his cock throb, trying to shoot out seed that his balls wasn't ready for: he could feel his arms inflate with mass, his thighs bulge with power, his chest puff up with muscle, his cock surge with virility.

But as Dawnheart grew, the dragon's motions stopped.

"Uh... Dawny?"

"Yeah?" the draft horse said, basking in the glow of the growthgasm.

"Something feels... wrong. Like... Wait a minute," the dragon said, his eyes growing wide. "You-you are doing something to me!"

"Hmm?" Dawnheart said, trying to as nonchalantly expose the secret. "What are you talking about?"

"You're bigger! Much bigger!" Deano exclaimed. "And I'm... like... not normal!"

"What could you mean?" Dawnheart asked sweetly, before grabbing hold of the huge cock over him, and started to use his whole body to jack the dragon off. His arms easily wrapped the tree trunk attached to the red dragon's crotch. Maybe now it was at least five feet long: still impressive, but it had really been downsized since he arrived at the motel room.

"Though hypothetically, if I was taking some size from you, you are already pretty big... almost too big, huh? Wouldn't you want to be able to fit through doors again? And, well, be able to use this cannon for more than just a body pillow?" Dawnheart asked, stroking the huge cock.

"I-ohh... ahhh," Deano started, before he began to moan and writhe as his dick was stroked and played with again. It must have gotten a lot more sensitive as it shrank, because the dragon was not this loud when he first was being played with. "Y-yeah... it can be a pain being so big," Deano admitted. "I guess I could give some of it away..."

The white stallion grinned, before wrapping his lips around the tip, and grinding his own, now two and a half foot long cock, into the underside of the dragon's cock about twice as big. The dragon's tip leaked pre like a broken faucet, and the stallion struggled to keep on top of the warm, clear, gooey bounty. If this was what he was like before the big show, how big of a cumshot would Deano shoot out?

And how much bigger would it have been before he shrank a foot and a bit?

The mismatched frotting session, and the thought of turning into a hulking muscle beast quickly built up Dawnheart's libido again, and soon he was on the verge of another climax.

"Ugghh!" the stallion moaned around the tip of Deano's cock as he felt his own member throb and his body shake, but instead of a rush of seed to coat the dragon's cock and the horse's stomach, the horse felt the gem tucked between his pecs glow and power through his body, and the growth start again, his body stretching and rebuilding itself, his abs now rock hard, his pecs puffed up, his back and arms growing longer and thicker. The bed began to creak and groan as more and more mass was added to the weight already on it.

And as he did, he could feel Deano's cock shrink in his mouth and hands, the rock hard dong becoming more and more manageable. The flow of pre into his mouth had also diminished, as the dragonballs now contracted to something along the lines of basketballs: impressive, but a fraction of their size when he first showed up.

Glancing down, Dawnheart could see that his cock was now perfectly matched with the dragons, around four feet long each. Dawnheart's draft horse DNA was really kicking in now, because though they were the same length (and he was still at least a foot shorter than Deano in height), it was much thicker, the pink flared tip was as wide as the horse's head.

But Deano, still standing over the growing horse, let out a roar of frustration. "Hostia!" Deano rumbled, his voice having gone up several octaves since this started. "I'm, like... always on the edge of cumming... but then it just stops!" The dragon groaned. "And then you get bigger!"

Dawnheart quickly put two and two together. Not only was he taking Deano's size, he was taking the dragon's orgasms as well. Which would explain why he was getting so riled up so quickly, which only made the growth faster.

But Dawnheart wasn't satisfied with just being close to the same size as Deano. No. He wanted to be bigger than the dragon. Much, much bigger.

Before Deano could pull away, to wrap his head around the fact that the horse was stealing even more of the dragon than he thought, Dawnheart used his new found strength and power to grab hold of the dragon, and quickly unbalancing the blue dragon to land on the other bed, making the mattress bounce and groan as several hundred pounds, close to five hundred pounds of dragon muscle suddenly landed on it.

"Oof!" the dragon gasped as the wind was knocked out of his lungs. The white stallion grinned, before he started to grind his cock over the dragon's manhood.

"Wait, pequeño caballo..." Deano gasped as the horse stood over him, an evil grin on his muzzle.

"'Little horse,' eh?" Dawnheart said. "I don't think I'm that little anymore... See this?" he said, grabbing both his and the dragon's dick, and pushing them together, before slowly frotting them together. "Even down here, I'm already equal to you."

The dragon looked at the two cocks, his blue one, and the horses black and pink one, and whimpered as he realized he had lost a lot of his size already.

"Please... please... no more... Parar!" the dragon moaned, as the horse began to stroke him again, the similarly sized balls slapping against each other. "I... I..."

"C'mon Deano," the stallion said, his voice deeper and huskier as he grew larger. "I think you'll having something that could be used with a guy, no? After all, I bet you've never taken a man in the ass before, have you? With that fat thing you had? You would have killed them! But, if you get a bit more... normal, you can have all the ass you'd ever want, eh?"

"Well... si..." the dragon moaned. "I have always wondered what it would be like to use a man's butt for pleasure."

"Then let me help you realize your dream," Dawnheart said, with a grin. "Just got to make sure you'd fit me without hurting me, and then you can go fuck me. Got it?"

"Sure, okay," Deano said, as he already felt his cock and balls ache and beg for release.

Dawnheart knew that feeling, because he was feeling it too...

With a loud whinney, Dawnheart felt his growthgasm strike again. This was a big one: because now he finally eclipsed Deano in height, standing over seven and a half feet tall to Deano's six and a half. And now Dawnheart had the muscle advantage as well: his biceps and calves bulged with power, his shoulders bowling balls of muscle, his pecs so large and round that it was almost hard for Dawnheart to see past them. Deano, while still muscular, looked more like a first time competing bodybuilder than the mountain of meat he was before. And again, the dragon's orgasm had been stolen, taken away at the last minute again to feed Dawnheart's growth.

And the stallion's cock... his flared tip now pushed up against Deano's muzzle, a massive five and a half feet long, compared to the dragon who was now half that, and shrinking quickly. His balls were so large that they hung below his knees, beachball's full of cum, begging to be released.

But not yet.

After all, he had a promise to keep with the dragon.

He grabbed the dragon (which took a bit more force than he expected to need, but was still capable of doing, and placed the dragon at the base of his cock. Even with the help of a foot or more, Deano's cock just now didn't compare to the horse's flaring pillar.

"Hehe, look at you now. You're cock is getting so small. Just enough to maybe fuck someone with it," the horse taunted. "A little bit more, and you could fit in any guy's ass. But would they even notice it when you did get in? Would they even feel your dick spreading them open?"

Deano only whimpered as his forced downsizing was exhibited, the fact that he was once the larger guy here, but now turning into a fuck toy for the horse. Dawnheart's large, meaty hands wrapping easily wrapping around the dragon's cock, which he then proceeded to squeeze, rub, and stroke. Deano writhed, his wings shooting straight out into a wingspan of about eight feet across as the horse toyed with his sensitive cock, a feeling that the dragon had never felt before. His dick had been so big since even puberty, that it usually took a couple of hours at a time to get off, his flesh so large and heavy, that the fact that the horse was now able to get him not only hard but on the urge of cumming in just a few minutes was enough to nearly break the dragon's mind with lust and pleasure. The fact that he couldn't get off yet didn't matter so much.

Dawnheart's other hand was groping over his own cock and balls. It was taking longer for him to get fully hard, like the dragon before. But the orgasm he was feeling was mostly being fed by Deano's building climax, which was fine with him.

The white horse barely flinched as the feeling of orgasm hit his body, the fifth one in less than an hour, but he moaned as he surged even higher, his ears now just inches from brushing against the roof at almost nine feet tall. His cock spilled out even longer from his sheathe, now at a gargantuan seven feet long. The length now rolled over the other side of the bed, the fat head the size Dawnheart's two massive fists together spurting strands of pre and staining the wallpaper.

Deano dwindled in the horse's hands, to just about 5'8". The muscle that he had spent years working on was almost all gone: he looked like a fit teenager now, maybe just now thinking about working out, but still healthy and fit. And his cock was a decent 12 inches... seven times shorter than the horse's manhood.

"Hmmm, I think you are alright now," Dawnheart said, a couple fingers running along the top of the the dragon's cock. "Just big enough to be sold at a sandwich shop now. 'Come one, come all, to get your footlong hotdog!" The horse taunted, a couple fingers reaching below to grab and squeeze the now shrunken balls of the dragon. "A couple apples come for free. Better get them while they are still available!"

Deano kept fidgeting and groaning, his cock still rock hard despite the teasing and taunting of the horse. In fact, while he never even considered it before, the humiliation and degradation (not to mention the shrinking) was turning him on even more. The fact that he went from a wall of masculine virility to a toy for a size hungry stallion, who would clearly put the size to better use than he ever could, made the dragon riled up beyond all compare.

"Well, Deano... before you get too small, you better put your little dragon to use," Dawnheart said, easily picking up the tiny dragon and putting him down on the bed.

The dragon quickly scrambled to get to the horse's ass, the massive cheeks like two boulders pushed tightly together. Dawnheart bent down to present his ass to the dragon, but it wasn't easy: one hoof smashed the bed that they had started on, the other hoof shoving the wreckage away, while his titanic upper body pushed against the massive log of a dick, and caused the bedframe on that bed to bend and buckle. But then another problem came up: the horse's balls. They were now huge, massive vats of horse cream that gurgled and sloshed with every movement. Dawnheart had to spread his legs wide to somewhat comfortably carry them, but Deano used the smart car sized orbs to climb up toward the prize.

Deano, using what little strength he had, pushed the horse's tail away, and then opened the horse's cheeks to see the flexing pucker. It was huge, almost the size of Deano's head.

The dragon took a deep breath of the horse's musk, which overpowered his own now insignificant smell, and bent forward, and nuzzling at the dragon's pucker, his tongue reaching out to lick at the huge horse donut in front of him.

He felt the giant horse rumble and knicker appreciatively as he started to rim Dawnheart, his tongue and nose pushing against the fleshy folds of the stallion's ass, quickly getting lost in the horse's huge hole, almost big enough to stick his arm, maybe his whole head into...

But before he could consider that, he had to use his now just barely above normal cock to fuck the horse. So Deano pulled away, panting and moaning, before standing up on the horse's balls, and pushing his footlong dong into the dark, warm depths.

It was easy, so incredibly easy to push in. If it was the rimming, or the fact that the horse was just so big now, Deano didn't care. It was enough, and soon the dragon, using all the strength he had left, quickly hilted his cock into the stallion's tailhole, and proceeded to quickly fuck the horse, the lack of resistance and the saliva he left behind enough to allow him to turn into a machine, pulling his cock all the way out, then slamming it in balls deep in just a single move, the wet, heavy slaps of scales on fur, his hand sized balls meekly slapping against the stallion's taint.

"Oh, that's a good little dragon," Dawnheart said with a chuckle. He could just barely feel the dragon's dick entering his body, but he could feel Deano's orgasm build up again, faster than before. He reached back, and firmly pushed his hand against the dragon's back, to prevent him to slipping out too far, and to push the dragon to the edge.

After all, while he was big... he wanted to be bigger.

Deano was totally lost in this chance to be able to have sex with an actual man, and not some huge toy that cost too much and was too delicate. He'd never considered actually being the bottom before: oh no, he was too manly for that. Well, he was too manly for that. Now, he was just a twink, a little guy with basically no muscles.

And even though the stallion was very much the man here, he was willing to let himself be used like this.

The huge man was letting tiny little Deano fuck him, with a cock that was miniscule compared to his own.

With a simple flex of his ass, Dawnheart could nearly crush him.

That pushed him right to the edge of climax...

And then he felt Dawnheart shudder and grow, the horse removing hand from Deano's back to brace himself as another growth spurt hit.

Deano felt himself dwindle and shrink.

The ass in front of him ballooned even bigger, the anal ring so big, so wide, so stretched from the horse's sheer size that he could have just slipped in head first into the yawning depths of the gargantuan horse's body.

But the balls below him rumbled and bloated even bigger, knocking Deano off balance and falling back into the black furred waterbed, sloshing around just above the huge stores of horse seed that was being held inside. There was crashing and snapping and breaking as the rest of the horse's body grew larger, trashing everything in the room.

But now Deano was maybe four feet tall, if that. He was little more than a lean, awkward teenager, less than half the height of the massive horse that was nearly filling up the whole room.

"Mmm, that was good," Dawnheart said, his voice a low bassy rumble that made the windows, pictures and tiny dragon shake as he spoke. The horse's hand returned, grabbing the little toy doll, and bringing him back to the front.

Dawnheart theatrically opened his hand, dumping Deano right on the flare of his cock.

"Hah! Look at that now! You are so fucking tiny!"

Deano whimpered as he looked down, to see his cock was, maybe a couple inches long? If that? His balls were little more than two tiny walnuts, as if they had never dropped from his body. The dragon curled up, his body so insignificant, so tiny, that just by standing next to Dawnheart's dick, he was being humbled and embarrassed.

Dawnheart's cock was now over ten feet long, and only semi-hard, but leaking copious amounts of pre that turned the entire end of the room into a rapidly growing lake. He was now a giant, having to bend over to even sit in the room, bigger and even more muscular than Deano had been in his prime, just a couple of hours ago.

"Holy shit. It almost looks like you don't have anything down there," Dawnheart continued, grinning. "Like, you aren't even a man... not even a boy anymore! And you sure ain't a girl either. You're basically a nobody now. Only fit to be used by your betters. But that's everyone now!"

Deano's face turned hot in embarrassment and humiliation, but his tiny prick was still rock hard. He slowly shuffled over, to the tip of the cock that was even bigger than what he would have had before when fully hard. He proceeded to lick the huge flared head, moaning, weakly grinding his little penis into the horse's urethra, allowing his body to be coated and covered in the neverending flow of pre.

The monster stallion grabbed Deano's old underwear, the huge, custom made jockstrap that he had so tightly filled before. Dawnheart smirked, before, tossing it at Deano, the weight of all the fabric knocking the dragon over and into the spreading lake of horse fluid.

"Look at that. You don't even fit into your old underwear anymore. Like, the pouch is way too big for you," Dawnheart continued, as he started rubbing over his own cock, making the massive manhood flex and throb as more blood rushed into make him hard.

"And guess what? That wouldn't even be big enough to hold me."

Deano struggled to get out of the white fabric prison, before, panting in exhasution, he finally escaped, to see the stallion's flare above him start bulging and flexing. Deano staggered to his feet, and went back to worshipping the cock of his master.

"You've proven yourself less of a man than me," Dawnheart said, his voice growing more ragged as he built up the grand finale. "You let yourself be taken advantage of, shrunk, turned into a midget. A useless, midget with a dick that even an ant wouldn't be able to feel,"

The dragon whimpered. It was true. He could have, should have got away when he could have...

"All that size you had? It was being wasted on someone like you. Because all you are is a little tiny lizard, using your size to seem better than you really were," Dawnheart continued. Deano could feel the entire pillar of horsemeat shudder. He was close.

"But I'll put it to better use. Oh yes. I'll turn myself into a sex god among men. And women. I bet the bitches would love to see me, get wet and beg to be bred by me. To make a new generation of horses, better than any dragon like you." Dawnheart was breathing heavy now, and the sounds of his balls, sloshing and gurgling with hundreds, thousands of gallons of potent seed... the flow of pre had ramped up, and was even spurting out: it would have been equivilant of Deano's own cum shot when he was larger...

Deano groaned. This should have repulsed him. He thought he should have been ashamed and crushed to have been used like this.

But why bother? Dawnheart was clearly going to use his new size to much better use.

So might as well enjoy his new master.

"You are here to witness the birth of a new God," Dawnheart groaned, his teeth clenched as he was on the verge of orgasm. "A new symbol of fertility, a new star of the universe!

"So you better enjoy this... little dragon!"

The fluid went from clear to white in a flash, and the pressure behind it ramped up to a fire hydrant, knocking Deano off his feet and into the wall.

The flow slowed for a fraction of a moment, before it picked up, the next strand of Dawnheart's monumental climax shattering the wall, and flooding the whole room, from the door to the bathroom in cum ankle deep.

Deano floundered into the rising tide of boiling hot spunk, his weakened body barely able to keep ahead of the flow from the horse. Cum soaked his entire body, and he swallowed many mouthfuls of the seed as he struggled to stay afloat.

Past ankles, past knees, up to the waist, the cum continued. The walls groaned, not designed to hold this much liquid.

Deano finally managed to get on top of the colossal cum sprewing log, panting heavily as he felt the flesh under him throb and bulge, hundreds of gallons of cum running by in an instant.

The cum kept going up, filling the bathtub in the bathroom, the old TV being washed off its perch on the dresser, a couple tables being lifted up and floating. Deano's old jockstrap went by, totally useless to both it's former owner and the prodigious stallion that filled the room.

The door leading into the parking lot finally couldn't take anymore, and the hinges busted, swinging open and letting out the thick, viscous cum to flood the parking lot. Car sirens went off as they were picked up and smashed into other cars.

Inside the room, as the flood broke, the stallion, still cumming, was half covered in his seed, the half of his body that had been lying on the ruins of the beds soaked in his own seed. The dragon was more creamy white than red now, and groaning from the huge amount of cum he had ingested.

"Holy fuck," Dawnheart groaned, before looking down to see the dragon, clinging for his life onto the horse's cock. "That was pretty good, eh?"

"Y-yes," Deano groaned, coughing up cum.

"Now imagine how much more I can pump out if I get bigger," he said with a deep laugh that echoed through the room and into the parking lot, making the dragon shudder and whimper.

And his toy sized dick grow hard and spurt out a few dribbles of cum to add to the mess already.