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Hoard of Big Fluffs 9

by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)

{Time to live someone else's formative moment.}

When Garreth's mind came back to him, he saw from the cavern's perspective that he was a dragon again. Black scales fading into gold around the underside. He was lying on his side, and the cave was quiet. Ethrix sent him notice of his role in a new person's dream/memory. All he had to do was keep his eyes closed and present himself. Garr smiled, the impulse fluttering his wings instead.

Garr was big even by dragon standards, and lying on his side helped him appreciate that just as much as having a cavern's awareness of his entire body. He would fill a town square, and the trees were only as tall as his thighs. Garr didn't know dragons could get this large, and Ethrix sent him knowledge that this memory was distorted, partially real and partially constructed from recurring dreams. The real dragon had been closer to Ethrix's size.

Garr pretended to be asleep, but even with his eyes closed he could see what was happening around him. Ethrix had placed some foliage illusions around him, and A'leth, the newcomer who had just drank the potion for one year, was approaching, stand-ins for his caravan team behind him. They were coming through the forest. Garr figured all of this was a real memory, similar to his own, and Ethrix confirmed A'leth had been a teenager when it happened, but the dreams hit him as an adult, and they had never ceased.

A'leth had a bipedal feline body now, something resembling a lion. Lanky proportions. No clothing. Testicles so normal in size they were practically invisible.

The fifteen people in the caravan, reared their horses around and began fleeing at the sight of a sleeping dragon. They fled noisily and without any sense of order, and in such a rush they did not notice they had left A'leth behind.

Garr could see his face. A'leth was testing his arms and legs. He had seen this dream so many times, and now he had control of it. Garr received some pulses from A'leth: his back was facing the dragon, and he wanted the dragon to roll over so he could see the rest of him.

Garr stretched, showing his arms and legs in motion as he rolled over and gave A'leth a view of his underbelly. The feline's mouth hung in reverence as he took careful steps toward the golden scales. His eyes were focused on the legs, and Garr kicked them a few times, imitating a dreaming dog. Garr's thighs were so thick they were higher than his torso even while relaxed. His forelegs were just as thick, the one on top unable to touch the ground because it was lying on his chest muscles, which stuck out so far they hid half of his neck. A community could build houses between the fibers that lined them. The ridges between the groups would collect all the water they needed. Garr now realized the scales did nothing to conceal the muscle underneath. He stretched, opening his stomach up for viewing.

This was how A'leth remembered the dragon from his youth--replaying the memory so many times the muscles became bigger every time, the dragon himself becoming taller and taller until it became the only thing he could see.

The feline was now within striking distance and gradually approaching Garr's abdomen. Garr tightened his stomach for him, and A'leth perceived the muscles as individual creatures, bulking out and fighting for position.

A'leth was surrounded. Golden scales with black peeking behind them had become his country.

In reality, when he had been a youth, he had walked all the way around the dragon, never daring to touch it, but being in awe. In the dreams he had throughout his adulthood, he did reach out and touch the dragon. Touching became more and more intricate and intimate as the years went by.

Now he could touch all he wanted, and he wouldn't wake up. A'leth reached out and felt Garr's stomach. Garr became aware of A'leth's height slowly rising, and he remembered the newcomer would perceive it as flying like a bird, being able to touch anything he wanted. His height raised him up the wall of abdominal muscles, Garr's breathing making them seem alive, and now A'leth realized he could reach the arms as well.

The dragon's upper arm needed four of A'leth's hands to encircle. The muscles were tall enough to cast a shadow over Garr's torso. Garr shifted slightly and invitingly. Now A'leth was slightly taller than Garr, and his hands wandered down his flank, fingers not even close to filling the grooves between the muscles. He felt the thigh, this muscle group needing six of his hands to fully appreciate.

A'leth was out of his sheath and throbbing, but still normally proportioned.

He explored the tail. He explored Garr's back, height and size stable for now. This would normally be when he woke up, sometimes finishing, sometimes not.

Garr knew what A'leth wanted most of all, and for years the dreams always ended just when he reached this point.

The dragon rolled over to his back, sprawling out, revealing his entire underside. A'leth climbed on him, straddling his stomach, taking in the sight of the dragon's chest and arms and neck, all of which had been mostly hidden from view all those years ago.

Garr's chest muscles rippled when he breathed. The motion made a sound in the air. Eleven hands to span each muscle. Garr made them ripple for this admirer, and his penis grew every time one passed.

He finally acted on the urge to feel them, and that's when Ethrix gave Garr the signal it was time to open his eyes.

Garr met the lion's open eyes. He was scared and enraptured at the same time, so Garr reached up and felt his cheek. The touch made A'leth's shaft double in thickness and slide further between the dragon's chest muscles.

A'leth felt them all around as Garr worked them. His hands wandered up his neck. These muscles were strange even to Garreth. He never had to make them move. They seemed to move on their own, and they fascinated him.

The whole time the lion explored him, his shaft stretched and spread further and further.

Finally, the tip poked Garr's muzzle. Garr gave it a lick and felt his cheek again. He felt heat in his arms, and his bicep swelled, pushing his chest further and further out. So far it pushed the lion back, which only made his cock grow. Garr opened his mouth and took it in as it slid further between his chest.

All four of Garr's legs had doubled in thickness. He raised his forelegs and worked the muscles, both now so thick they squished his head in this position. He continued licking A'leth's feline shaft.

The lion's height began to rise. A'leth thought he was flying, even as he got up and stood over the dragon, surveying his entire body--something he had never been able to do in reality. Heat rose up in Garr's slit, and his cock burst out of it. It was as thick as his foreleg and it touched his chin in this position, seemingly just as muscular as the rest of him, soaked in clear fluid that made waterfalls between his abdominals and over his chest.

Garr spread his legs wider and held his arms out, inviting him. A'leth was now the same height as Garr, though he didn't know it. Still as lanky as before, but his shaft equaled what Garr had in this body. The lion lowered himself to Garr, lying muzzle to muzzle, hands on Garr's chest. The dragon kissed him. A'leth returned it, passionately going as deep as he could while he felt the ripples going up and down the dragon's neck. Garr felt the lion's cock sliding under his tail. He grunted and kissed him deeper.

Ethrix told Garr that it was safe to speak now. A'leth had lived his dream, he knew where he was and what he was doing, so the illusion could end. Garr waited until the lion had thrust him a few more times before moving his muzzle away from the lion's.

"Why didn't you touch him?"

He leaned back, looking Garr over. The dragon's chest was large enough he couldn't see the lion over it now. He felt hands on them. Garreth worked them, which puffed them even further upwards.

"I don't remember," A'leth said. "I was scared, but I wasn't. Th-thank you, Ethrix, for giving me a second chance."

Garr reached around and felt the lion's rear. "Touch all you want. I won't have this body forever."

The feline's hips moved. Garr reclined all the way, opening his entire body to his wandering hands. He couldn't get enough of the arms, how the biceps and triceps and neck formed a rigid, rippling wall of mass. He didn't need to speed up his thrusting--just being free to explore all of this was more than enough to make him finish.

Garr felt him release, and he could tell because A'leth lay flat against his chest, gripping his stomach and one arm. All Garr had to do was breathe and his entire body rippled for him, a distorted memory of the dragon come to life.

Something felt unusual though, and A'leth felt it, too. He pulled out, oversized dick resting on Gar's abdomen. It was still spurting, the lion gasping again and again. Six spurts later, and it wasn't letting up. Garr's abdomen overflowed with seed. A'leth looked up at him, still pulsing and gushing.

"It's not stopping."

Garr reached up and pulled him closer. The lion lay between his chest muscles, muzzle to muzzle with him. His semen seemed to get warmer and warmer with every pulse. Garr licked his nose. A'leth leaned in and kissed him. He thrust his hips again, and the next spurt was easily the largest yet, reaching Garr's face and soaking him. Laughing, A'leth pushed off Garr's chest and looked at himself as he finished again and watched the waterfall flowing off Garr's midsection.

The sight must have excited the lion even more, for the next few releases shot even further, hitting his chest four times. The liquid flowed off of them, and A'leth seemed enraptured by this. His penis thickened and extended by half a yard, erupting five more times in the process, drenching Garr's muzzle and running between his chest muscles. A'leth watched the flow.

Garr raised his arms and his wings. As if taking the hint, A'leth aimed himself to hit them, and sure enough his next spurts reached them. Thick seed fell off Garr's biceps and forearms. Another spurt hit his wing muscles and made new waterfalls down them. Garr wondered where this was coming from, what the lion was getting out of this. Garr felt his arms and chest and abdomen expanding as the lion created a flow.

It must have lasted half an hour. Maybe longer. Finally, the lion collapsed on Garr's chest, feeling the pectorals that remained solid to the touch. Garr was drenched in seed. He felt Kobolds scampering around him, gathering as much of the flow from his body in beakers as the could.

A'leth fell asleep on Garr's chest. Garr held his rear and closed his eyes. He received warm vibrations from Ethrix, and Garr lost his sense of time. When he next opened his eyes, he was a canine again, close to the size he was used to being, larger than the lion but four times as bulky. The lion had also come back down to size. The lion was lanky except for his length, which hung thicker than his own leg while soft. He was still able to use Garr's body as a bed, and the canine held the lion under the rear.

A while later, the lion awoke, bracing himself on a furred chest now. Garr licked his muzzle, and the lion rolled off and stood up on backwards hind legs. Garr sat up, chest and adominal muscles bunching up and puffing outward. His legs bulged as he stood upright on his hind legs. He embraced the lion. The feline held him back.

"Welcome to the big hoard."

The lion still sounded out of breath. "I have had that dream... so many times. I always wake up just when I start feeling him."

Garr growled, feeling his rear. "Every day is a living dream here. Ethrix has let me live mine several times. I've lived other dreams, too."

A'leth felt Garr's back muscles in great detail, and then pulled away. "He was gorgeous. I wish I had touched him. I wish I hadn't been so scared back then." He looked around, gasping, laughing. "I'm not afraid anymore."

Garr patted him on the back. "I'm Garr. Swordsmith from Perez, in Herzlin. Where are you from?"

The lion turned around twice, looking at the cave from all directions, marveling at his new sense of awareness separate from his eyes. "I'm from Ica. I'm in a theater group now, but I used to be a cleric."

Garr's ears perked. "You? A clergyman?"

He laughed. "Former. I was kicked out when a few of the brothers caught me drawing dragons. Anatomically correct dragons."

Garr laughed and led him to the cave walls. His sheath was the size of his entire torso but his cock was safely tucked inside it. The heft it created as he walked made him feel proud. "Tell me more."

The lion was so lanky, as if all the muscle he should have had went to his cock instead, which dragged along the ground between his legs as he strode through the cavern.

"My parents are both in the church. Of course I'd grow up to be in one as well. That's when I saw the dragon. The caravan was full of Followers. It was a whole day before they realized I was missing, and they came back. They found me sleeping near that dragon. I should have reached out and touched it. I wanted to so badly but I was so afraid. Then they took me away. I was supposed to be practicing my penmanship when they caught me drawing dragons instead. I kept making the penis bigger and bigger. The arms. The legs. The neck. By the time they caught me it must have looked obscene."

Garr smiled. "Did you save the drawings?"

"No, they burned them! I couldn't face my parents. I just left. Managed to get in with a theater group."

A mineral rodent scampered by. A Kobold followed after it, holding a cage.

"You don't have to hide it here," Garr said. "We're all aroused by dragons here. I didn't know I thought they were beautiful until I came here."

"I drew them so much. They must have wondered where all their paper was going. I was wasting it on drawing muscular forelegs and necks. I was captivated. Now I can live it. I don' t have to be afraid anymore."

Garr's sheath swelled and the tip of his dick poked out. As he walked it rose to mid-chest, several drops of clear fluid falling from it. A'leth looked. The sight made him stiffen, and he adjusted to walking with a penis twice the length of his body towering overhead.

Garr licked his lips. It was so strange to see someone so thin with a weapon that large. "You'll be relieved to hear I wasn't a devout Follower while in Perez."

A'leth laughed. "Even when I was a clergyman I wasn't devout. It was what I had to do. It's all my parents knew, so I had to join."

Garr's shaft continued to climb and thicken, rising to twice his height and just as thick. The knot popped out of his sheath and swelled. His sense of the cave helped him see. Sometimes he thought he saw more clearly with his penis blocking his vision than when he used his own eyes.

"Perez doesn't have a strong church presence, but it has a few large cathedrals. Guild members are expected to pay homage at least twice a year."

"Homage?"

"We have to prove our devotion. They can be good clients. Everyone needs swords, especially Followers. Elaborate swords for ceremonies and such. If they see you and they know you, they will think of you when they need something, and the Followers have lots of money."

"I learned those ceremonies. I can still recite the rites."

Garr laughed and held A'leth's towering penis as they walked. The lion patted and rubbed Garr's knot as they passed sixteen canines, all licking their own oversized shafts as Kobolds pranced about, collecting the fluids and trying to capture little creatures made of minerals.

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