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Pint-Sized Hero

By manonthemoon

Story for owlizard (FurAffinity)

CONTAINS: M/F, macro growth, breast expansion, ass expansion, hourglass expansion, unbirth, destruction, and masturbation

Owl is copyrighted to owlizard

Sierra is copyrighted to manonthemoon

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Owl quaked in his leather boots, but he assured himself it was the icy mountain air and not the sight of the cavern's maw before him. His hands were skittish cats grasping his cumbersome longsword, and his helmet clearly belonged to someone taller than he. An 11-year-old, perhaps. The jaws of the cave beckoned Owl inside, but the iron-clad man was stone. Nevertheless, he dragged his dead feet through the dust and gravel towards the predator's open mouth. He tilted his head upward and watched the blood red sky become swallowed by blackness.

Owl aimed his sword at every shadow, every startled bat, every echo, every dainty droplet. He would not risk letting his guard down, for he knew what foe lurked in the unseen. Even as his knees buckled, he ventured deeper. He had given too many final farewells to too many neighbors and friends who marched into the cave and never returned. He could no longer sit idly by as murder skulked in the mountain and terrorized his village.

The further he crept into the earth, the more friendly sunlight waned behind him. Yet with every heavy step he took, he did not smell the common cavern dankness, rather a veil of burned incense and wisps of rosemary and lilac.

"Good evening," a sweet, feminine voice sung from the blackness, echoing in the depths. The pint-sized Owl fumbled his weapon, pointed it at the wall of blackness, and froze. His arms trembled, and his wrists burned, but he fought his body's pleading and kept his sword up. "I said, good evening," the voice repeated, more stern than melodious this time.

Owl swallowed, assuaging his parched throat. "Good evening," he answered meekly.

"That's better. Have you come to slay me too?"

Owl was silent.

"I'll take that as a 'yes.'"

His throat was full of needles, so he swallowed again. He took a deep breath and declared, "Demon, you must leave this cave. You've attacked my village one too many--!" His voice cracked. Owl's face became flushed. He cleared his throat. "...one too many times."

A moment passed where only the dripping stalactites spoke.

"How old are you?" the voice inquired. Even while velvet and sultry, the chilling power of her voice still managed to shoot a shiver down Owl's back.

"Old enough!"

"Let me see the mighty warrior they sent to kill me this time."

A snap resonated through the cave, and one by one, torches lining the walls and circling around Owl ignited with blue flame, vanquishing the darkness. Owl nearly dropped his sword as he locked eyes with a dragoness lounging in a shimmering crystal pool. Her long raven hair was silk that draped over her slender shoulders and down her back, and two tiny white and turquoise striped horns poked out from her head of hair. Her scales her snow white, save for her arms, which shimmered like the night sky and stretched to her shoulders. She crooked her head and raised her brow, and Owl averted his gaze from her diamond eyes.

"Why, you're but a child," the beauty snickered.

"I'm a man!" Owl roared, raising his blade.

"A very small man, then."

The dragoness' smirk ignited the warrior. "Vile creature, remove yourself from this pool and face me!"

After a moment of splashing and contemplation, the woman eased on the edge of the blue lake. "No."

"W-what do you mean 'no?'"

"I'm not finished bathing."

"Demon, you will face me or--!" As Owl took a step forward, something crunched under his boot. He darted his eyes down and became pale at the sight of grimy snapped ribs and an unmistakable skull. "Whoops!" she giggled. "Sorry for the mess." With a swish of her wrist, the remains glowed with a bright blue aura and lifted into the air. Owl stared, dumbfounded. With another flick, the bones flew to the other side of the cave, and the tiny man's heart stopped watching them collide into a pile of skeletons that reached the ceiling. "Look, I have no interest in killing you, and you have no chance of killing me. So why don't you lay down your sword and wait for me to finish and then we can talk about this whole 'slaying me' business. Reasonable?"

Skulls, shields, femurs, ribs, swords, and gauntlets towered over him, and he could not remove his eyes from the mountain. The hilt slipped from his grip and clanged to the floor, the steel blade ringing. The dragoness smiled.

"Good boy. I won't be long. In the meantime, let's get to know each other. My name is Sierra Maelstrom, Mistress of Magic and Malediction. Who might you be?"

The tiny warrior hung his head, regretting ever coming to the witch's cave. "Owl. Just... Owl."

"Owl, hmm?" Sierra leaned forward. "What an adorable name."

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Not long after, Sierra began to rise from the pool, and Owl turned his head away, his cheeks becoming hot. He secretly caressed his final precaution, the knife sheathed in his belt.

"You can look now," Sierra called.

Owl raised his head, and his heart fluttered at what he beheld. The dragoness was twice his height, as everyone was, but never in his life had he seen curves like hers. Her hips exploded outward, and her thighs, which glistened like her arms, were as thick as Owl's body was wide. Despite being out of sight for only a few seconds, Sierra managed to don a violet lace corset that clung to her thin waist but could barely contain her plump breasts. The beautiful creature stayed silent, waiting for Owl to realize he had been staring, and smiled when the short man turned away with red cheeks.

"You're not a warrior, are you?" Sierra asked as she strutted around the poolside.

He grunted, hesitating. "I'm a squire."

Sierra chuckled heartily. "Are they so lacking in men that they send squires to vanquish me?"

Owl said nothing.

"They didn't send you, then. Ah, now it all makes sense."

"Can we... can we not talk about me anymore? Please?"

"As you wish." Sierra's smirk was still plastered on her face. With lengthy strides that displayed her long, sparkling legs, Sierra stepped onto a piece of raised earth at the edge of the subterranean lake. She passed a fur-covered bed and crossed a carpet of pink flower pedals to a wooden table. The dragoness reached amongst the clutter of vials, dusty tomes, dried leaves, runes, and ornate treasures and grabbed a waterskin. "You must be thirsty after your journey up the mountain. Here." Sierra held out the waterskin as an offering.

Owl swallowed. His throat was sandpaper. "N-no thank you,"

"What? Are you afraid I'll poison you?" she mocked.

"I'll just drink from there." Owl gestured to the lake.

"The water where I bathe? Look." Sierra tipped her head back and gulped down a mouthful from the waterskin. She then gave an exaggerated sigh of relief. "See? Just water." Sierra jiggled the container, sloshing the liquid inside. Owl did not respond. "Here." She gently tossed it in the air, and a blue aura surrounded it. The waterskin then floated across the pool towards Owl, who watched with wide eyes. It hovered in front of him, and as he reached for it, the aura disappeared. He looked back at Sierra then to the waterskin in his hands before guzzling down the refreshing chilled water.

"Th-thank you," he said. Sierra merely beckoned him over with her finger. The armor-clad man waddled his way toward the sorceress while gulping down more water.

"So I have a proposition that might benefit the both of us," the dragoness explained as she sat on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs. "You want me out of this cave and to stop attacking your village and whatnot. Fine. That can be easily done."

"Okay," he responded after emptying the skin. "What's the catch?"

"Don't worry. You'll like it. See, it gets lonely here sometimes, and since I haven't killed you yet, I thought you'd be useful to scratch a certain... itch." Owl blinked, and Sierra spread her legs apart. "Have you ever been with a woman, Owl?"

Owl almost forgot to breathe. "No."

"Well, how would you like me to be your first?" she asked, caressing her overflowing bust.

His heart exploded. "I-I-I uh..." He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his helmet. "I... um... I would... like that a lot."

Sierra giggled. She waved her hand up her body, and as if wiping away a stain, her corset vanished behind her arm. Once unrestrained, her head-sized tits were able to bounce freely and be handled by the dragoness. Owl was a statue, his member throbbing violently and brushing against the fabric of his trousers. Sierra lowered herself onto the bed and sighed, her womanhood fully exposed. "Well," she said, "I'm waiting."

Without a second delay, Owl climbed onto the bed and immediately fiddled with his belt buckle, his cock commanding his higher functions. Sierra wagged her finger at him. "Mouth first."

"Mouth...?" he asked, lowering his gaze. "O-okay..." He laid on his stomach, now face-to-face with the flower between her legs. He froze, panting, unsure what to do. Sierra's thighs trembled at the pregnant pause. Owl took a deep breath and leaned forward. His lips wrapped around her hot blossom, and the dragoness clenched the sheets and gasped. Owl instinctually froze, his hysterical mind searching for what he did right. He cautiously licked her feminine lips, tasting a woman for the first time, and Sierra shivered. Craving the sorceress' flavor, he licked again and again, slowly closing his eyes.

"More..." she whispered, and Owl obeyed. Sierra brushed her fingers through her hair and arched her back, now a slave to her pleasure. Owl ardently caressed her inner walls with his tongue and reveling in every moan and squeak he made her utter. He prayed that he was not dreaming, and with every second, the urge to drop his trousers and mount the goddess became harder to resist. He grabbed both of her thighs, his hands sinking into her soft flesh.

Whilst in the throngs of passion, Owl did not notice that her thighs were gradually pushing back and her inner leg rubbing up against his cheek. It was only after the bed frame creaked that he cared to open his eyes. A grim shiver crawled through his skin as he realized his vision was obscured by Sierra's swelling frame.

"Don't stop now.... Give me more..." she cooed.

"W-what's happening?! Why are you...?"

"Growing?" she giggled. She promptly gasped as she surged another couple inches. "That wasn't... _Nnnnn..._water... you drank..."

"What?!"

"That's right. We're linked now. As long as you're... Ahhhnn! touching me, I'll keep growing bigger... and bigger... and biggerrrrr..." Owl retracted his hands, but before he could scramble away, Sierra's thighs held his head like a vice grip. "Don't leave yet, sweetie. Don't you want to see me..." She gasped again as she was overcome with a wave of growth. "...become... _Ahh!_enormous?" The bed snapped underneath the Amazonian dragoness, and the impact shook the cave. Her foot toppled over the table and sent the glass vials and treasures crashing to the floor, but Sierra did not notice. Owl wiggled in vain. "Yes! Bigger! Make me... bigger!" The man tried yanking himself out, pushing against her ever-expanding thighs for support, watching with terror as her melons eclipsed his vision and continued to grow. Pushing with all of his might, his head popped out of the oversized helmet, and he fell onto his rump.

Owl's legs flailed trying to stand, sliding across the flower pedals. He turned away from the 18-foot giantess and pushed himself onto his feet. "Where are you going, little man?" the sorceress sung sweetly behind him. Owl was then slammed to the floor under untold pounds of billowy breast flesh. "We're just getting started." Sierra panted, and her unfathomable tits started to expand at an accelerated rate. "O-oh, wow..." she sighed as her turquoise nipples grinded against the ground. The wall of impenetrable softness slowly smothered Owl's face and pressed it against the cave floor, muffling his cries. Darkness consumed him, and he struggled against the mountains of pillows. He could still faintly hear her chilling giggle.

Suddenly, light flooded into sight again, and he took in a deep breath. He flipped onto his back and trembled at the sight of Sierra's titanic ass cheeks. "Time to balance myself out."

"No, please--!" Owl yelped before crushed by her weight. Sure enough, Sierra's bottom started demanding more room, growing rounder and fuller, much to her delight. The gigantic dragoness grated her cheeks against the ground, forcing Owl back and forth, a pebble knocked around by the waves. The victim grunted with every thrust she made, and his chest tightened, yearning for air. He inched his hand toward his belt, struggling against the suffocating ton of ass. There was enough give in her flesh for Owl to remove his hidden blade, and with all the feeble strength he could muster in the cramped space, Owl thrust the knife upwards, digging into Sierra's flesh.

The dragoness yowled and raised her rear from the ground, breathing life back into Owl. His blurry vision promptly corrected itself, and he soon wished it did not, for the sorceress was bent forward with her back against the ceiling and with fat, impossible curves.

"Naughty, naughty, little man," she castigated playfully, wagging her finger, her ballooned breasts wavering above him. "You'll have to be punished." Sierra leaned down, fingers sprawled. Despite Owl's best efforts to run, he was plucked from the ground like a seed. Tried as he might, he could not wiggle out of her grasp. As her giant slit loomed closer and closer, Owl's heart seized with impeding dread.

"Sierra, please! Don't do this!"

"In you go," she chirped. Before he could protest again, Owl was stuffed inside her red hot pussy. The dragoness experience a full-body tremble. "Oh my... Nnnnngg! Here is comes..." The walls rumbled and stalactites started to plummet below as her back grinded against the ceiling and her body pushed out in all directions. "Best yet! Mmmmmmnn..."

Inside Sierra, Owl pushed against the leathery walls, trying to find his way amidst the darkness, his hands sliding across the slick surface. The air was thick with her scent. "Oooh... Keep on moving..." he heard her muffled voice command from outside. "That feels... Ahh! so gooooood..."

"Just shut up!" Owl yelled. "Shut up! I'm tired of being tiny and tossed around! I'm not your little plaything! Just... let me out!" Owl punched the meaty wall.

Sierra inhaled sharply, and her knees buckled. She crashed onto her ass, cratering and quaking the earth. A sliver of light pierced the darkness and blinded Owl before disappearing.

"Fuck..." Sierra sighed, rubbing her forehead.

Something awoke inside Owl's brain. Owl attacked the wall again, this time with his knee. Sierra flinched, and her legs spread apart. Owl saw a radiant stream filter through the shadow behind him.

"Ohohoho... Do that again," the massive dragoness demanded sultrily.

Baring his teeth, Owl rotated to face the light, sliding his stomach on the slimy surface and kicked, shooting him forward. Sierra murmured as fire coursed through her nerves and her head bumped the cave ceiling. Her tail swished with delight, demolishing both rock faces and her belongings alike. Owl dug her fists into the fleshy corridor and pushed forward again, grunting. Sierra surged in size, her neck rubbing against the rocky wall. English soon became a second language to her. The man kicked and propelled himself even closer to the light, now less than 5 feet away. The dragoness in heat tended to her throbbing clit. "Ooohhh, yes... Keep this up, and you'll make me cum..." Owl thrust and reached for the exit, and Sierra ballooned higher. Owl thrust again, and Sierra squealed, growing bigger, squeezing for room against the cave walls and breasts half her size. Thrust. Bigger. Thrust. Bigger. Owl poked his hand through the dragoness' womanhood and squinted at the sudden flush of light. "Ooooooh, I'm huge!! I'm gonna break out of the cave!! Sooooo... much..." Owl kicked one last time and gasped as his torso shot out of Sierra's pussy. "POWEEEEEERRRR!!"

Owl squirmed frantically and dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. As the sorceress breathed heavily, head between her knees, the sticky man bolted for the cavern entrance. Sierra's pleasure started to wane, and she spotted a tiny dot trip over rocks clumsily.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Her mighty voice was amplified by the cave's acoustics. Owl just kept running. "You're going to leave me here stuck in this cave?!"

"What do you think?" Owl shouted back, the exit now within reach.

"OWWWWWWLLLLL!!" Sierra roared as pieces of the mountain fell around him. The miniscule man leapt though the opening, evading a falling boulder, and tumbled in the gravel path. Without hesitation, Owl sprinted down the mountain, never looking back.

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The town of Riverwood was bathed in the silver light of the full moon from the parapets to the small thatched roof houses. A scrawny farmer was plucking a chicken outside of his house by the city gates. The withered man turned towards the gates as he heard them creak, and as he squinted, he witnessed a distant dot became a familiar face: Owl, barreling towards him.

"Ahhh, good evening, young Owl," the man greeted brightly. "In a hurry, are ya?"

"Evacuate the town! Get everyone out!" he yelled as he bolted by the old man, who blinked in confusion. "Get everyone out of here now!!"

A stout man with a dwarfish beard and clad in shining armor ran out of the entrance of a watchtower and immediately intercepted the hysterical Owl.

"Owl! Where have you been?" The bearded man hugged the 3-foot man. His auburn hair was the same hue as Owl's. "I've been worried sick about you."

Owl tried yanking the man. "Dad! Dad! We need to get out of here! Right now!"

"Why? Are you alright? What's happening?"

"Commander!!" a soldier called from the parapet. Owl's father looked skyward. "The demon! She's coming!! And she's--!!"

A blue fireball exploded on the wall, and fiery stones sprayed across the town, crashing through rooftops and crushing feeble farm plows.

Owl's father grasped his son's shoulders. "What did you do?!"

"OwwwwwwlllllLLLLLLLLLL!!!" The short man recognized the roar. Brief earthquake after earthquake rumbled under their feet, growing louder and more powerful. The dragoness, whose scales glowed in the moonlight, crashed through the hip-high barrier and burst through it with little resistance. Her mountainous breasts jiggled uncontrollably from the impact. Owl's father pulled him into an alley right before Sierra stepped through the street and left a massive footprint in the soft earth. "Leave me in my own cavern, will you?" she growled. "Well, what do you think of this?" With a swing of her torso, her chest became two wrecking balls that demolished the nearby watchtower. "...And this?" Her hand ignited with blue flames, and she launched the magic conflagration at a tavern, which exploded like a glass decanter. "And this?" Another tower crumbled as the fuming dragoness checked it with the curve of her hip. "Not willing to face me now that I'm a goddess, huh? I will demolish this puny village and salt the earth where it stood!!" Sierra raised a fiery hand and aimed it at a towering church. After a moment, however, her hand lowered and extinguished. "Hmmm... That may actually be of use to me." With thundering steps, the goddess stomped towards the church tower.

A spark flashed in his head, and Owl knew her intentions. He darted out of the alleyway but was restrained by his father.

"What are you doing?!" the bearded man shouted.

"Dad, I need you to distract her long enough for me to get to the church!"

"What? No! It's too dangerous!"

"I know what she wants! If I don't do this, she'll destroy the whole village! Please!!"

Owl's father rose to his feet, his face dour. He gazed into his son's eyes as if trying to decipher his plan. The armored man then trudged out of the alleyway. "Men! Arm the catapults! Fire at the demon! Don't let her get to the church!" After inhaling deeply and puffing out his chest, Owl darted out of the dark alley and down the street, his frenzied heart thudding the closer he got to the 150-foot tall dragoness.

Sierra's licked her lips as she eyed the bell tower, her tail sweeping side-to-side and wrecking every house, shop, and tower she passed. Her pussy still throbbed from the session in the cave and dripped her sweet juices, forming a sticky trail in the streets. The church was only a few hundred feet away when Sierra felt something impact her back, causing her to stumble forward. She turned around, glaring at the catapult perched on the wall. "Ohohoho, you chose the wrong day to fight with me." Burning the siege weapon and the men with her eyes, she made a beeline towards the parapet, smashing buildings underfoot as if made of gingerbread instead of retracing her steps. As the giantess passed him, Owl peeked out from behind a hay bale on the side of the street and dashed towards the church. He huffed, his throat on fire, but he kept his goal in sight and did not rest, despite his aching body. He tried skipping a few of the stone steps in his haste and tripped as he climbed. He twisted his head around and witnessed the gargantuan Sierra cup her heaving breasts with each hand, hovering them over the wall. "See if you can handle these." She then let go of her mounds, letting gravity send them plummeting downwards. The men leapt to safety, but the catapult was not so lucky, squished under several thousand pounds of dragon tit. The barricade cracked under the sheer pressure. "Oh yeaaaahhh..." Sierra cooed.

"Crap! I'm running out of time." Owl heaved the grand wooden doors, opening them just enough for him to slip through.

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The earthquakes of her footsteps grew in magnitude, each time causing Owl to stumble on the spiral staircase. Nonetheless, he clung to the rough stone walls for dear life as he hoisted himself up each step. Another shake as he reached around the curve, and he nearly lost his balance. Another, and he fell on his hands and knees. He tilted his head up, and the door was in front of him. He sprung at the exit and burst through, now standing on the roof, right below the bronze bell. Owl was face-to-face with the dragoness' womanhood once more, this time 30 times its original size. He could feel the heat from it radiate onto his cheek. "Yes, you'll do quite nicely," he heard her say.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he mumbled. Owl was draped in an all-encompassing shadow as Sierra stepped over the tower. He took a massive breath of fresh air, her aroma still wafting to his nose. The tower and all of his surroundings grew darker and darker, and within moments, the silvery moonlight and the chaos of the town disappeared, and a familiar darkness enveloped his vision.

"O-o-oh... Fuck... Right there..." the monstrous sorceress sighed. A moan was caught in her throat as she slid down the tower, forcing it deeper inside her.

"Hope this works." Owl gunned toward the fleshy wall with all he could muster and thrust his fist into her. Nothing. Just a sticky hand.

Outside, Sierra braced a pulse from her sex and a hiccup of growth that pushed her a few feet up. The dragoness blinked. "H-huh?"

"Ugh! C'mon!" Determined, he threw punch after punch, rippling the wall of wet softness.

Sierra inched higher and higher with each electric wave that washed over her, and her breasts bounced with each spurt. "Owl...?" she asked, looking downwards.

"Raaahhh! No use!" He paced in the darkness. "Think, think! There's gotta be something I can do." Just then, something smacked his face. Owl grabbed the object and let his hands be his eyes. A hempen texture. Wound together. Leading upwards. "A rope?" A second, then he gasped. "The bell!" Immediately, he yanked the rope as hard as he could, and the bell's muffled tone was absorbed by the dragoness's flesh.

Sierra squeaked and fell to her knees, pushing the tall tower even deeper. Her body sang with glee. "Owl, you naughty boy," she whispered breathily, groping her unwieldy bosom.

With a grin, Owl ran towards her inner wall, rope in hand. He leapt onto the surface and kicked off, swinging him across and ringing the bell a second time. Sierra shivered, grabbing a handful of her tit as she shot up in size. "Oohhh yeah... Mmmnn! Give me more..." Once he reached the other side of her pussy, he launched himself again, sending rumbling vibrations through every nerve inside her. Sierra surged even higher, her enormous ass inflating fatter and her gargantuan melons overflowing her hands. Every swing and gong made the walls inch closer and closer, steadily increasing the rate. Back and forth Owl swung, and the dragoness rode the tower like an overgrown shaft, pushed higher and higher. Her hips flared to half her arm-span, and her bust eclipsed her belly button. Sierra, tingling all over, was already twice as large than when she first attacked the town, and she did not stop there. On her hands and knees, she was slamming her ever-engorging ass down onto the tower. Her breasts were pressed against the earth and pushed flimsy wooden buildings out of its path. "Mmmnnn!! So biiiigg... So hoooot... I'm... I'm...!!" Her cry resounded through the mountain passes and was heard across kingdoms. All buildings that stood in the way of her explosive growth were squished under her enormity and curves. The streets flooded with her goddess nectar, Sierra could do nothing but tremble as she was possessed with unadulterated ecstasy. After the last pulses traveled up her womanhood to her head, she collapsed, face pressed against her soft white pillows. "Ffffffuck," she managed to assess as she panted.

* * * * *

Somewhere on the outskirts of a deep forest, Owl casually tended to the fire. Beside him was a colossal turquoise nipple belonging to the 1000-foot goddess lounging on her side, countless trees crushed under her mass.

"Was that good enough for you?" the minuscule man asked cockily.

"Mmmmm... yes..." she hummed gleefully.

"Good. So that means my village is safe, right?"

"For now," she chuckled.

"Sierra..." Owl scolded sternly.

"Fine, fine. But we have to do that again." She loomed forward with a wide smile. "I want to be even bigger next time."

The pint-sized hero sighed. "If I must."

The End.