Hoard of Big Fluffs 4
#4 of Hoard of Big Fluffs
{This is what female scent does to males in heat. No wonder dragons leave civilization to handle it.}
Hoard of Big Fluffs 4
by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)
{This is what female scent does to males in heat. No wonder dragons leave civilization to handle it.}
Garr couldn't remember the last time he'd been able to walk upright. He'd been a quadruped for so long, cock so large his feet wouldn't touch the ground, he didn't think he'd remember when he finally rolled to his feet.
His body had stopped morphing into and out of different forms. His muscles had settled, testicles twice the size of his head and bright red tool jutting about three yards in front of him, so he could see with his own eyes now.
He walked the cave, watching the others. Some of them were in the process of morphing. Three people on the other side of the cave were fighting, muscles swelling with every impact of their fists and claws. One canine was biting another on the shoulder, and his opponent's shoulder swelled large enough to force his attacker's jaw open. His chest burst forth, shoving the other canine back. They squared off, muscles bulging with every step, and they collided again.
Garr wondered when he would feel that rage again. It had been amazing, but only because in here there were no consequences. Still, the power. The energy. Nothing equaled it in any human experience.
A black-furred canine up ahead caught his eye. He wasn't used to being led around by his nose, so it caught him off guard when he realized this canine did not smell the same as the others he had met. Knowledge came to him for how to interpret that scent. This canine was a woman.
Garr approached. "Hello there."
She turned. Her breasts were twice the size of her head, but she also had oversized muscles all over. No testicles, but the penis hanging between her legs touched the ground while soft. Garr had forgotten penises could be anything but oak-hard and pulsing pre.
"Hello, Garr," she said.
He suddenly knew her name. "You're... Zye. I'm surprised to see a woman here. I thought it was all men."
She smiled. Her breasts jiggled for no apparent reason. "There are lots of us here. You're just too focused on all the dicks to notice."
"And I see..."
She grabbed hers and wagged it, smiling. "That's why I'm here. Always wondered what it was like to have one. Ethrix made it happen. Plus, I enjoy the view." She nodded to Garr's junk, and then turned back to staring at the crystals lining the cavern wall. "So where do you come from? What brought you here?"
Garr turned to look at the wall. The blue and white crystals simmered in light. "I'm a swordsmith from the city of Perez. I was in the town of Apporo when I met a trustworthy Kobold."
"I know Perez. That's in the kingdom of Herzlin, is it?"
"Yes, it is."
"Never been there. I met a Kobold in Severeth."
"That's far south of Herzlin."
"Several months of travel. Those Kobolds went far and wide to find people to send here. Ethrix tends to keep a certain kind of person. You seem to be one of them. I just drank the potion to be here for a second year. I expect you to be around for a while."
"I'm planning on it. I can hardly wait to feel this without any restrictions. I probably lost my chance to set up my own smithing place in Apporo. That's why I went there. My Guild was hoping to expand its influence, and I volunteered to try."
She stared at the wall, looking at it from multiple angles, as if expecting to see something. Garr looked, too, but other than the shimmering colors coming from some of the minerals, he saw nothing of interest.
"Since this is your first time meeting a woman in this cave," Zye began, "it must have been deliberate. Ethrix wants you to meet us. There's something else he wants you to feel."
"What else?"
Ethrix answered through Garr's mouth. "While in heat, dragons have a certain reaction to female scent. It causes dragons to leave society so they may deal with it. I don't think humans realize dragons have a society because your kingdoms are in our wilderness. You only meet dragons who are in heat, when sex is all they can think about, and they take out their frustrations on your towns. I'm about to give both of you some of it. Be ready."
Zye turned to Garr, shaking her limp penis at him, bicep rippling from lifting such heft. "I'm always ready."
Garr felt uneasy, but the obelisk between his legs continued to pulse and leak. "So where are all the dragons? What kind of society?" No answer from his mouth or hers. He waited a few beats, turning to the wall again. Still just shimmering colors. "What are you looking at?"
She studied the wall like a scholar. "You'll find out if you commit to a year."
"I haven't found a reason not to."
"This may change your mind. Or maybe it won't. What heat does to their women is also something to behold. Dragon society must be a far cry from ours."
"I can't imagine--"
Suddenly her scent hit Garr. Really hit him. He received information that she was experiencing the same thing. She turned to him, cock suddenly stiffening, breasts swelling along with her biceps.
That scent... It was so beautiful it made his shaft leak in rapid spurts. Multiple males in the area noticed the change in her scent, and their muscles began to thicken and bulge as they turned to her.
Garr suddenly became consumed with a singular thought: he wanted to fill that scent with eggs. He wanted the eggs to smell like him. No one else. These other males were too close to her, too large, a threat to his chance to make eggs--he had to be bigger than they were, he couldn't lose this--
He received some of the things going through Zye's mind: she had become consumed with a desire to have eggs, but not just anyone's. She wanted the biggest, the strongest, the best. She surged in height and her shoulders widened to match the new girth of her arms.
Four canines and two felines marched closer to the scent, swelling, bursting upwards in height, legs surging with every step, chests filling out, testicles going from the size of watermelons to the size of monuments.
Garr watched them exceed his height, and he knew he was inadequate. He hadn't gotten that big yet, and no matter how hard he willed himself to grow, he didn't seem to be keeping up. He was already huge, but it wasn't enough. Nothing felt like enough in the face of these advancing challengers.
By the time they reached Zye and Garr, they were twice Garr's height, arms alone thicker than Garr's body. Garr was flexing, trying to match them--nothing else mattered--he had to match them--it was his chance to prove himself--to fill someone with eggs--it was his purpose in life--he had to be the biggest, the best, the strongest--his height shot up a mere yard, barely bringing him up to lower chest against this tiger. He was staring at his swollen abdomen, body between his biceps.
At once, the males roared, and mixed within that voice came Zye's roaring.
One of the canines jumped the feline. Two walls of solid muscle slammed into one another, the force making both of them larger, chests swelling and pushing one another apart. Three canines collided, and despite their dicks keeping each other at arm's length, they managed to make contact. Zye joined the fight, charging the feline staring down between his chest muscles at Garreth. Dicks collided. Beasts squished between muscles. Claws scraped skin but did no damage.
Garr was left out of the fight. The feeling made his insides boil. He wasn't worth fighting. He wasn't even worth including in this. The revelation made him roar, and he charged both of them anyway. He collided with an arm and sank his teeth into it. The muscle on the feline didn't even pucker. A flick of the arm sent Garr flying across the stone floor and colliding with the wall.
His chest doubled in size upon impact. His legs lengthened. The battle over the scent raged without him, Zye one of the combatants, proving herself just as strong as they were and if they wanted to fill her with eggs they had better live up to her own strength as well.
Garr hated seeing this fight. He hated all these larger males. As his own shaft lengthened and thickened, he rolled to his feet and rushed into the fray. He stood up to mid-chest of his opponents now, and his dick was almost as large as theirs. He swiped his claws across stone-like thighs and stomachs. Seeing the marks he left made Garr roar, and his height shot up as his chest tripled in thickness. His opponent swiped back, but their chests kept them apart.
Not big enough.
Never good enough.
Never strong enough.
These thoughts swirled in Garr's head--coming from all the combatants including Zye as she wanted just as much for herself as the eggs she craved.
Garr felt feline claws on his back, and he spun around, penis slapping several people on the way. A new challenger had joined them, a bird whose head was almost lost between his bulging shoulders and back muscles. He was just barely taller than Garr, arms still expanding, new fibers spinning and finding places beside the old ones, height slowly rising. Garr couldn't let him catch up--he swiped at him and sent him sliding across the ground.
Victory. Garr's shaft shot clear liquid, and his reward was a surge in height, and now his chest muscles were all he could see. He swiped his claws at the nearest opponent, which turned out to be Zye. His bicep puckered his chest so much his muscles consumed his vision just to throw that attack.
She spun to face Garr, snarling and clawing his penis.
New thoughts filled Garr from head to toe: She was stronger. He was not worthy of her. He had to win. He had to be stronger. He couldn't let this chance slip away.
Garr grabbed one of the felines and tried to throw him down, but the feline was too bulky to get his arms around. The knowledge of his inadequate size made Garr hate these other males, and he snarled as someone from behind him grabbed him around the stomach and bucked him to the ground.
A foot stomped his belly, which made his cock surge and launch another salvo of fluid across the cave.
Garr tried to raise himself, but he wasn't strong enough to get up from under this canine's jagged cliff-face leg muscles. Garr could only lie still and watch them flex and pulse. The arms and chest of this canine continued to swell, casting longer shadows over him.
Garr didn't seem to be growing at all, and the rage boiling in him became thrashing frustration as the battle proceeded without him. It was down to three combatants now: two felines and Zye, all of whom were now nearly as tall as the cavern and so bulky they could barely attack one another.
That's when the scent seemed to dissipate. As it did, Garr's head cleared. The combatants seemed to lose interest in fighting and settled down, looking themselves over, as much as they could see and feel. They found words again, and they began to clap one another on the shoulders/breasts/pecs/triceps and wander off. Zye returned to the cave wall and stared, using this vantage point to examine the high parts of the cave wall as she came back down.
Garr did not shrink. He kept the bulk he had earned, even as the canine lifted his foot from Garr's stomach. He extended a paw. Garr no longer felt intense hatred for this larger male, and took the help, rising to his hind legs.
"Hi, Garr. I'm Tomlin. Commit to a year and you'll be doing that more often. Sometimes it feels even better."
Garr was out of breath, but as he felt his own chest and washboard stomach, he found his words again. "What was that?"
"Another taste of what's to come," Ethrix answered through Garr's muzzle. "Heat is the intense desire to breed. Once you drink the potion, there will be fewer breaks. You will take it without me holding back." "That! Was! Incredible! There's more?" "Much more. I like your eagerness. You are exactly the kind of person I need."
Tomlin approached Garr and embraced him, dicks rubbing, chests squishing just to be able to rub muzzles. "I overheard you're from Perez."
"That's right."
"I'm from Ulo."
Garr brightened. "My mother was born there!"
Tomlin led Garr deeper into the cave, following the outer wall. As Garr studied the larger male, he looked him up and down with admiration. His arms were gorgeous, as was his chest, which he had no choice but to stare at because Tomlin was too tall to see his face from underneath his hanging pectoral muscles. Garr couldn't remember why he had hated this person just minutes ago, and certainly not after hearing he was part of the knifemaker's guild. Knowing they would be rivals outside the cave made both of them laugh, and Garr felt an admiring hand on his back, exploring the muscles he had.
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