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**WARNING: Contains macro and micro, size difference, minor destruction, tribal, modern city, a tribal in a modern city, and near nudity! Oh, and gay sex too. Of course. If you aren't 18, or find any of these appalling and horrendous, then leave now! Otherwise, enjoy!**

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Devon peered through the tall trees, his sharp eyes looking all around him for any hint of a passing animal through the forest. He had been hunting all afternoon, trying to find something for the tribe. Though he didn't speak - as that would just startle the animals - he was becoming more and more frustrated. All day, he couldn't catch a deer, a wild boar, or even a rabbit. All of this work, all the practice with throwing the spear clutched in his hand, all the successful hunts he had before, and he wasn't getting anything in return right now. It would be enough to make even the most patient man upset, and Devon wasn't exactly known for being patient.

The hyena stopped at a swiftly flowing creek. He sighed softly, and cupped his hands and took a drink of the cool water. Draining the water in his hands, he bent down to get another drink. The third time he scooped his hands in, he splashed it over his face, shivering as the cool water splashed over his body, soaking his dreadlocked hair and his muzzle, running off his chin and through his chest fur.

Refreshed and hydrated, the hunter stood up again, stretched, and began to scout again, going across the creek

There were stories told in his village of people going across the creek, and never returning again. No one knew where they went, or what happened; they just vanished. Shaman after shaman said that there was a bad energy over there, and to never go across the creek, calling it a "boundary" between worlds.

Devon just snorted when he heard it around the campfire night after night as he grew up. Now, a grown man and a hunter that needed to feed his tribe, he didn't think much about the warnings as he carefully crossed the creek, making sure not to splash too much to alert any animals nearby. Sure, it would be a longer distance back to his tribe, but he wanted to prove to everyone he was still the best hunter.

He just have to look a bit harder. And so what if that meant crossing the creek? He could find his way back.

Devon had only taken a couple of steps when suddenly he heard a loud wailing sound. He instinctively got lower to the ground. It didn't sound like any animal he had seen before, but it was loud, drawn out, and close by. In the corner of his eye, he could see a glimmer in the distance. He silently stalked his way over to the glimmer, that seemed to get brighter the closer he got.

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Crux muttered to himself as he, along with everyone else in the office building he worked at, was ushered into the safe rooms built in the event of earthquakes. Siren blared outside and inside, and all the TVs and radios all around him emitted the annoying blare of the warning system.

"Oh my god, are we going to die?" a vixen cried out.

Crux rolled his eyes. It was an earthquake. A very minor earthquake. They had earthquakes all the time: living near a fault line would do that. But of course some people still freaked out every single time.

The vixen continued to go on and on about being buried under rubble and suffocating and losing cell service and a dozen other catastrophes that would further inconvenience her.

The blue colored dog didn't want to listen to this for the next few hours, so instead, as the crowd began flowing down the stairs into the basement, Crux broke off, and slipped into a shadowy recess of the foyer, and then out to the street.

He felt a faint tremor as he left the building. Somewhere between two or three on the Richter scale, Crux guessed. Really, he didn't know why everyone was going on about this.

He shrugged and walked down the street. Some people, like him, were trying to carry on with their lives, while even more did their best to huddle away in safety.

Another tremor, this one bigger. He could feel the ground move upwards, and he nearly lost his balance. That was a five, five and half, easily. And something felt... off about it.

There was another shake. This time Crux did fall to the ground. He looked around, afraid some of the tall buildings would fall. But he knew better: almost every building here was designed to withstand a massive earthquake, since they happened all the time. He had never heard of a large skyscraper falling, no matter the earthquake.

"Just calm down," Crux told himself. "This will be over soon."

Crux took a deep breath, and pushed himself up off the ground. As he did so, a dark cloud came over him and the entire street he was on, blocking out the sun.

He looked around. It had been a perfect day: slightly warm, sun blazing down, not a cloud in the sky. But suddenly, it was nearly pitch black. And then there was more screaming. Crux winced, thinking that vixen had now terrified the entire town.

He turned around, and froze. In the distance, at the edge of the city, was a giant.

A giant hyena.

A giant, muscular hyena.

A giant muscular hyena wearing nothing but a loincloth.

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Devon looked down at the sprawling... thing in front of him. He wasn't sure what to make of it. It looked like if his village had been shrunk down, then multiplied several dozen or hundred times. there were a lot of huts of various shapes and sizes: some tall, some wide, some tall and wide.

And he was pretty sure it was like a very large village, because he could see a lot of small villagers running around in it. They were about as tall as his ankle, and there were a lot of them. They were all running away as well, down the wide, grey paths, scrambling over each other to get away.

"No... no, where are you going?" he asked. The villagers just screamed, something in a foreign language that his ears had never heard before.

He cautiously took a step into the tiny big village, and his foot instantly crumpled the path he stepped on. He lifted his foot quickly, to see his footprint left behind, like if it was mud, though he knew very well from stepping on the path that it was perfectly dry. It began to fill with water as a new spring began to spew forth.

Devon gave a curious grunt. More of the villagers screamed and ran away, scattering in all directions.

"No, no... I'm a friend," Devon said, but no one listened to him. The hyena realized then that he was still holding his sharp spear. Maybe that was scaring everyone? Devon shrugged, then turned the spear in his hand and threw it into the ground, making sure there were no huts near it. It impacted the ground and wobbled a bit. This was an interesting village, and his curiosity more than made up for the lack of any animals he caught for his tribe.

The hyena took another step on the grey path, and then another. The path felt... interesting. It looked flat and smooth, but easily crumbled when he put any pressure on it. It felt like a thousand smooth pebbles pushing up against his foot, giving it a massage that no one in the tribe could have given. He gave a shuddering moan as he took a few more steps, relishing the feeling.

He stopped and looked down at a weird, blue colored, shell shaped creature that was sitting at the edge of the path, one of dozens and dozens of such creatures. They looked just like turtles, but he couldn't tell where it's head or legs would have popped out. Maybe it was the four black things on the bottom? He looked at it from all sides, then carefully reached down to pick it up.

It suddenly began screaming, making Devon jump and drop the thing. It continued to scream more and more, so Devon quickly stood up and quickly moved away along the path.

Then he stepped on something that was cold, hard, and dug into his paw, making a loud wailing and screeching sound in pain, similar to the turtle further back.

"Ow! What was that?" Devon yelped and jumped back. It was a small red turtle that he had stepped on, like nothing he had seen before. It was perfectly flat inside the footprint he had made.

The sudden leap backward also resulted in him loosing his balance, and falling off the path, and smashing into a bunch of small huts, flattening them under his butt and back as he sprawled on the village. He groaned and winced as he felt splinters and pricks all over his back, and he carefully rolled himself over, looking down at the destruction he just caused.

He didn't see any of the villagers where he fell, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I wonder how many other villagers live here?" Devon asked himself. "Must be a lot!" He continued to look around, confused though: where were the little plots of food, like corn and peas and carrots that would be grown to supplement the meat that the hunters would gather? And there must be a lot of hunters, especially if they have to take down prey that would be a normal size to me, the hyena thought.

He stood up again, brushing his chest fur and arms from all the dirt and dust that came from the huts. This time, he avoided the still, unmoving, multi-coloured and different shaped turtles, and carefully balanced himself on the path. While it seemed wide, with tiny turtles on each side made it vary narrow, and some turtles were now in the middle of the path too, so he had to walk very, very carefully.

He looked around as he continued to walk through the tiny big village. There were a lot of strange sights: he saw huts that were the size of him, and some even taller than that. They were also really shiny, like they were polished stones or bronze like his tribe traded for, catching the sun. But he could also see through it. And he saw even more villagers inside the larger huts, many of them cowering in fear.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, sad that they all feared him.

There was a loud buzzing nearby, and he turned his head to see a rather oddly shaped, and very loud, white dragonfly buzzing near his head. Devon swatted at it, annoyed that there were insects that could bother him. The dragonfly spun around, but eventually buzzed away, staying just out of arm reach. Devon grunted at it, but then noticed something behind him. He turned around, and bent down to get a good look at it.

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Crux stood there the entire time as the giant cautiously entered the city, falling on the suburb at the edge of town, then getting up and carefully making his way deeper and deeper into town. The hyena even stopped at Crux's office building, saying something in the odd, guttural language he spoke, but then nearly knocking a helicopter out of the air.

And now it was turned around, his eye having caught on something, and in that crouched view, Crux could see everything.

The loincloth, while it covered the front part of the giant hyena's crotch well enough, did absolutely nothing to cover his rear. His tail wagged back and forth, giving Crux ample views of the monster's butt, and beyond that the creature's balls, and a shaft that dangled in front of it, which would have been pretty much the size of Crux.

Crux could feel his face grow hot and red, blushing as the hyena inadvertently displayed himself to the blue dog. He shuffled a bit, feeling his own cock grow hard in his pants as he continued staring. His breath got caught on his throat, his toes curled in his shoes as he watched the mesmerizing show in front of him. He tried to look away, but he couldn't. His eyes were glued on that perfect, gargantuan creature.

Part of him was screaming at him to run: run, get out of the way, to get as far away from the giant as he could. But another part, the part that must have been controlling his libido and urges, told him to stay, ogle and admire the once in a lifetime view of a sexy, handsome creature like this.

The hyena eventually got up from looking down at whatever he was looking at, turning around and then looking down at the street again. This time, the loincloth didn't quite come along with the giant's hips, letting Crux get a full view of the hyena's junk. Maybe proportionally it was an average size, but from where Crux looked, it was massive, possibly as big as he was!

But there was a grunt making Crux look up, to see that the creature was looking directly at Crux. A small, curious smile formed on his lips as he spoke something, then bent down and reached for the blue coloured dog.

Crux could only whimper, his face heating up, as the hyena reached for him.

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There were so many weird things in this village, Devon thought: snakes that slid along long, silver coloured branches, turtles that were even larger than the coloured ones from earlier and carried the tiny villagers, even large nests that must have held massive birds.

One thing that caught his notice, and that he had to get a closer look at, was a large puddle that was in the middle of the village. It was perfectly circular, with several springs shooting water into the air. It was mesmerizing to watch, the water shoot up and then arc through the air, then splash down again. These villagers must have been pretty lucky to find a place where seven or eight springs of water all appeared in the same spot.

When Devon stood up and turned around after watching the pond for who knew how long, he was about to go continue looking at the sights in the village, but his attention was soon diverted again when he saw a little blue villager standing near the path. Unlike everyone else who was running away, it was just standing there, staring at him.

"I thought you villagers were scared of me," Devon said out loud. "I want to show you I mean no harm."

This villager must have understood him, because it just stood there, and Devon was able to easily pick up the blue dog. He lifted it up until it was eye level with him, and smiled.

"I won't hurt you," the hyena said with a smile. The blue dog was very still, his eyes wide and he didn't move. He didn't even know if the dog was breathing.

Devon frowned. "What's wrong?" he asked, but the dog just whimpered.

The hyena was perplexed. What was wrong? He just said he wouldn't hurt them... did they not understand him?

Devon was about to say something when a scent went past his nose. It was a sent that he knew very well, that of a man in arousal. It was a very soft scent, but he sniffed around, trying to find the source. He sniffed, moving his nose back and forth, following the scent until his nose was right in front of the blue dog.

Now Devon was very confused. The dog was aroused? Why? It looked scared, terrified. Why would it be thinking of sexual relations with someone else right now?

Unless...

Devon cocked his head in thought, then smiled. He lifted his other arm up, and gave a flex, making his bicep bulge out almost double in size than it was before, making a huge mound of rock hard flesh for the dog to admire. The blue dog turned his head to watch, then lifted a paw to his face, his eyes growing even wider in shock. The dog's tail began wagging uncontrollably, and it began to squirm, nervous and embarrassed at having Devon show off to him.

And the smell of male got stronger.

Devon grinned again, then turned around and beat a hasty path out, following the grey path out of the village, doing his best not to step on any turtles or villagers. He stopped only long enough to grab his spear, and he hastily made his way back to the forest.

The blue pup made some high pitched, garbling sounds, but Devon didn't understand any of it. He just closed his fingers enough to make sure the villager didn't fall out of his hand, but not tight enough to break him.

They finally got to the forest, and Devon did his best to retrace his path, hoping he could get back to his village before the sun set, as it was starting to sink past the horizon in the west.

Then again, the forest would do.

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Crux was bounced along as he was carried in a hand that was almost as big as his own bed as the giant abducted him. He was still trying to process what was going on when he got to a forest.

The trees he saw were massive: taller than what any tree had business being, but they may have been a better proportion to the giant.

The tribal, barbarian hyena only went far enough into the trees so that no one could seem him from the outside, and then stopped. The hyena took a deep breath, and exhaled, blowing his hot breath over Crux like a hurricane. The hyena then sat down, carefully holding Crux to make sure he didn't fall, and leaned up against a tree that was taller than any skyscraper Crux had ever seen. Then again, the giant was as big as some buildings himself, so the blue dog had a hard time judging how big anything was anymore.

The hyena finally set Crux down in front of him, right in front of the loincloth that covered his crotch. Crux, taking a few unsteady steps to get his balance, and looked around him. The hyena's tree trunk thick legs and massive paws surrounded him, making it impossible for Crux to escape. Of course, did he really want to escape?

Well, he was who knew where, kidnapped by a nearly naked giant god, and had no idea if he was going to be eaten or what. So... could he really get back home? Especially at his size?

Then again, did he really want to? The monster hadn't eaten him yet, and seemed friendly and, judging by the overpowering male musk, the loincloth tent that barely covered his erection, and his seductive smile, must have meant he had other plans, plans which Crux wasn't totally opposed to in theory, a kink that he thought until an hour or two ago could never be acted upon.

As if sensing the blue dog's confusion, the giant then pulled the loincloth back with a single finger, letting it fall to the side and showing off his member in all its glory. Crux swallowed as he looked at the massive black shaft, slightly taller than he was, with fuzzy balls that would make a decent sized beanbag chair to him. He shuffled nervously again, but he couldn't take his eyes off the massive dong in front of him.

The hyena gave a curious look, then pointed to his crotch. He seemed to be asking "isn't this what you wanted?"

Crux wanted to shout yes, it was, but his shyness hit him like a truck, making him nervous and fidgety. But he slowly shuffled closer, until he was almost within reaching distance, just under the massive tip sticking out.

The hyena's cock throbbed, making clear pre-seed ooze out from the broad tip, and dribbling down his cock. Crux's breath got caught in his throat, and he gave a small whimper. Another spurt of pre this time fell and landed right on Crux's head, soaking him in hyena maleness, and ruining his jacket and shirt and pants.

Some of it got into his mouth, and he ended up swallowing, nearly choking on the thick fluid. But it was so warm, so gooey, it nearly melted his insides, and leveled the last barrier to his pleasure.

The blue dog finally went up, nuzzling the massive cock in front of him, and began to grope and lick the massive member, making the hyena moan and writhe as his very sensitive member was teased and played with, more pre-seed oozing down and soaking him. Crux grinded his own clothed bulge against the cock that was bigger than he was shuddering and gasping as his too was very sensitive, and forming a dark spot where his own pre was leaking out. He hugged and kissed it, rubbing his entire body to cover as much of its surface as he could, to push the hyena over the edge.

"I hope you like this, big guy," Crux said, doubling his efforts to play with the massive hyena.

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Devon tried to keep his voice down: he didn't want to scare all the animals away, so he told himself. Really just to make sure no one found him as he was jacked off by a tiny villager. After all, this was un-natural, wasn't it?

But did it really matter if this was possible or not? It was happening. He was going to enjoy it.

He panted heavily, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his chest rising and falling in a quicker and quicker repeating pattern. It had been a long time since he found the privacy to get off, and the other warriors were too "masculine" for him to ask if he could engage in his intimate desires.

But now he had someone to help him, though it wasn't quite enough He reached down and grabbed the blue dog and his cock, pushing them together, and began to pump.

The blue pup was still trying to grope and rub, but Devon's pumping was making it harder for him to get a grip, as his face and body was pushed against the rock hard shaft. The clothes and fur the smaller dog had was lubed by his own sticky essence that it was easy to grind him against the shaft. It was so odd, so weird to do this with a being many times smaller than he was, but at the same time it felt so right.

"Hold on little guy," Devon grunted, then he shut his mouth to prevent himself from yelling our crying out. Instead, Devon gave a ragged exhale, then took a deep a breath, grunting as he felt his balls begin to tighten, his entire body tensing up, his muscles flexing, his back begin to arch.

His cock exploded, white strings of cum arching high into the air, splattering the tree several feet away. He let go of his cock and the blue pup to brace himself against the tree he was leaning against, as his orgasm continued, waves of pleasure crashing through his body with each shot of virile spunk.

This was better than anything he'd done before, and it was still continuing. He never wanted it to stop.

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Crux panted for air as he landed on the ground in a puddle of hyena cum. He barely had time to process that he was no longer in a death like grip on the cock and had landed on the ground when he heard the hyena grunt and gasp.

Crux looked up to see a massive shot of cum soar through the air, and then another, and another, some landing right around or on the blue canine as the hyena's shots fell to the ground. Each shot of sperm must have been the equivalent of an oil barrel or more, and it ensured that Crux was going to be drenched head to toe. He couldn't smell anything but thick, musky hyena male.

And he couldn't be happier.

Crux could feel his cock pushing against his pants, begging to be freed. He finally gave in, struggling with the zipper until he got it open. He grabbed his member and began to jack himself off as the hyena continued to cum. The poor guy must have had a case of blue balls larger than any Crux had experienced.

Crux internally chuckled. Well, he always had blue balls...

But Crux had been pent up, and with all the male and sex around him, it wasn't long before he gasped and moaned, and he came himself. It was much smaller than the hyena's, but the first shot still hit him in the muzzle, and then covered his belly in more cum.

The hyena's body suddenly went limp and flopped, causing a minor tremor in the earth. Crux's own release was not as mindblowing, but it was still a great relief, and it ended soon after.

He panted as he finished. Before slowly pushing himself up, and looking at the hyena. The giant hadn't passed out, but it was on the border of remaining awake, slumped against the tree like a giant recliner. His eyes were glazed over, and he breathed deeply, trying to get enough air into his lungs. His cock was starting to grow soft, hanging low.

Crux, on unsteady legs, slowly walked up to the hyena, climbing up on a thick calf and making his way past the chiseled abs, but was only stymied at the plateau like pecs.

The hyena looked down then, gave a small chuckle, before his arm came up and scooped Crux off his feet. The hyena looked up to the sky, and Crux realized only then that the sun was beginning to set.

The hyena yawned, making Crux do the same. The hyena looked down at the blue dog, and then carefully laid him on his chest as he shimmed his way down to lay on the ground. The paw that held Crux was then draped over like a big, thick blanket.

Crux yawned again, and closed his eyes. He felt safe and cared for, with a hand that was bigger than he was on a creature over ten times his big... and a cock that was as big as he was.

It was a dream come true, one that for years he thought impossible.

But nope, it was real. He was here, so was the giant.

Really, what more could he ask for?