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Dull lighting hanging from stylized bulbs and shades helped to illuminate a large room filled with a multitude of chairs and tables. Beautiful polished wood flooring and walls aided in keeping the area less dark than it could be otherwise. A lack of chattering and background noise caused a bar, normally a place of congregation and merriment, was nearly completely empty. Only two people were within the inner city upscale establishment. One of them was sitting at the counter, and the other simply being the tender.

Sitting up front would be a black wolf that was dressed well for an office job. Despite the clean attire his collar had been undone and the tie along with it, unknotted and without proper form. Both of his elbows rest atop the counter with his forehead in his hands and him looking down at an empty shot glass. The bartender was a feline who simply went about cleaning glasses to ensure that when the rush does come later all would be clean.

"I think I could really deal with another." The wolf muttered while pushing his glass forward with a gentle tap of his fingers.

"You know, sir, I ought to think you've had enough."

"And I think you should do the job you still hate."

Not sure whether to take that as a threat, the feline scowled with a soft sigh before walking behind out from behind the counter and into a back room. The wolf didn't mind so much that he left, and in honesty, being alone in the bar helped to calm his nerves. Closing his eyes to lament in his mind upon the morning he had wouldn't aid in the long run, but for the moment it was peaceful. Heavy footsteps were heard coming back, however, which reminded him about wanting that extra drink. Opening his eyes to look caused him to furrow his brows in confusion.

A green dragon had walked in from the same room the feline had entered. He seemed highly unprofessional without any upper body clothing save for a long black and gray striped scarf. Not much complaint could be given from the wolf in the very least, for the dragon had a finely toned body to make him quite easy on the eyes. Apart from that he wore black pants with a simple belt that matched perfectly with the scarf due to the colors.

"Hey! What happened to the other guy?"

"Other guy? There's only me here. Sorry about that, though, I just had to go back and pick something up. You wanted another drink, right? I just got a very special shipment. Should do wonders for you. I gotta ask, though, why are you here? Shouldn't you be working?"

The wolf didn't feel at all inebriated to the point that his mind was being lost. Perhaps at least a little sleepy as the alcohol took effect in the early stages, but certainly not enough to forget someone. He shook his head while taking a deep breath to make sure he truly was all there.

"You okay, sir? Need a cab? What's your name?" The scaled creature was in the very least friendly in his tone than the feline before, or at least the wolf would think.

"Ugh, the name is Dark. I'm sorry, but my head hurts somewhat. Though if you must know, I had, lost my job just a couple hours ago. My boss, who I helped start a business with, laid me off in place for his bum of a brother. Said I had outlived my purpose. Able to pay him less than paying me most likely. At least that's what I think."

"Yep, I know exactly what you need then to coast you through this rough time. Consider it to be on the house."

In a green hand that extended forth to Dark would be a thin glass vial. Being transferred from scales to fur, Dark leaned forward slightly while looking at the strange glass. It was almost cute with how it had a rounded bottom and looked to be a thin tube; the length of it being no longer than three inches. A cork plugged the top to give a distinctly medieval characteristic. Dark couldn't help but think it typical how a dragon would offer him something as if straight from a Renaissance fair. Before being able to stare at it for too long the dragon interrupted Dark.

"I called a cab for you, and again it's on the house. Just take it easy for the day, okay?"

Dark turned around in his chair to leave before nearly falling right out due to his lowered ability for coordination. Saving himself at the last moment in what was a less than graceful succession of skips he managed to right himself without making too much of a show. Perhaps it was a good that a cab was called for him now rather than later to get himself home safely. He could pick up a ride later on in the evening to come by and retrieve his car anyways, but he was barely able to focus his mind on that. Opening the door to the noisy inner-city traffic, seeing a taxi waiting at the curb, he heard the dragon behind him happily chime.

"Hope you have some fun, though, while your new freedom lasts!"

Entering the distinct yellow car with a stripe of black and white checker along the door, Dark instructed the driver on where to head. In truth it was only about three miles away in a well-to-do community, but in this state the wolf was neither able to drive or safely walk home. Before long he was right in front of the large house that he deemed suitable for his living situation, or at least was suitable while he held a fairly high paying job. It was one which would have to change soon enough. Living in the same home as his friend that he started a company with, it was obvious he'd have to move and find his own place after the stunt which happened earlier in the day.

With shoes being kicked off near the door, Dark made no hesitation to stumble along from there to the living room. It was there that with yet another deep sigh for the day he plopped down upon a couch with a soft flump. Fingering the vial still in his hands he would look down at it within his palm. Perhaps just one more little drink of something wouldn't hurt his mood too much.

Quickly tugging at the cork caused it to separate from the bottle with an iconic pop. No scent emanated from the glass, which gave Dark reason to believe in the very least it was not some cheap brew. Looking down into it caused him to perform a double-take. From the outside the liquid seemed to be near perfectly clear. Unobstructed by the glass, however, showed it to be a deep translucent and glossy black. Furthermore there appeared to be tiny silver flecks floating randomly inside which caused the liquid to glisten with a hypnotizing beauty. It was certainly nothing like Dark had ever seen let alone juxtapose with an alcoholic beverage. A part of him thought it was dangerous to drink. That part of him was marred via the drinks from not too long ago. Bringing the cool glass to his lips he tilted it up and took a hefty slurp.

Soft burning tickled at the canine's tongue from the amount of alcohol inside, and yet there was a cool afterglow that helped make it surprisingly enticing. The flavor itself left much to be desired. Overall it was a trifle bitter that didn't mesh well with the actual feel. Its texture went from being thin to becoming as thick as a milkshake between simply putting it in his mouth and swallowing. Tracking its progress downwards was made easy with how it once again changed in consistency to being slimy and stretchy. Gagging from the horrid aftertaste of the liquid caused him to drop the vial upon his lap where what little was left inside spilled along and stained the crotch of his pants. Within a minute the liquid seemed to at least reach his stomach, at which point he was able to breathe freely.

Resting back against the couch, panting, the wolf certainly felt quite alive after such a drink. That alone made it worthwhile even beyond the horrific flavor. It helped him to feel much warmer, as if feeling it swashing around in his stomach to prove that it was indeed the best drink that there ever could be. His head seemed much clearer within just a few moments, and it was at this point that Dark thought it was more of a tonic to recover from other drinks instead of helping further one's drunkenness. The wash of warmth refused to decline even several minutes after drinking it down, and there was something beginning to bother him as he looked down to his hands.

In the background Dark could notice the proportion of his hands compared to the coffee table just a couple inches in front of him. Shaking his head, he realized that the table shouldn't even be this close to the couch nor did it seem to be earlier. Beyond that he could notice his feet, normally resting beneath the furniture, was surely taking up much more space than before. The tops of them were pressing along a bottom edge of the table where normally there was much more leeway for foot room. He was beginning to worry whether or not there had been slipped some sort of other drug in the vial that he drank from.

Dark began to further question the state of his intoxication being lifted once he felt as if the clothes he wore began to itch beneath his fur and hug tight along his form. With the couch creaking as he sat upon it, and him taking more space upon it on either side, he thought for sure that he was starting to hallucinate. The seams of the shirts he was wearing could be heard tearing along the seams in a long and drawn out rip. Looking along his arms showed how more of the appendage was showing from out of the sleeves that used to keep a cuff around the wrists. His tighter undershirt had its buttons popped off one by one starting from the chest on downwards.

Pants proved to be a much more stalwart of clothing than the undershirt as those simply squeezed tighter as time went on. Nearly half of his legs were showing by the point he gazed downwards to look at them, not only out of curiosity's sake but also from his head bumping against the top of his ceiling. Flicking his ears as if trying to confirm where he hit, he became much more interested in what was happening beneath his pants. While the waistline of the clothing felt to be cutting deep into his hip bone the zipper on the pants tore off while the button flung away with force. A bulge from inside yearned to break free as was evident by how the crotch seemed to grow forwards exhibiting reckless abandon. Rounded and pushing outwards Dark was unable to avert his eyes. What he believed to be his endowments seemed to be the largest contributing factor to cleaving the pants along the seams on the sides. Groaning quietly Dark began curling his toes and fingers. He felt a surge of strength suddenly ripple through his body as the polyester and wool pants shred apart. A harsh crash of cracking wood was picked up by the furred ears shortly after.

With a hunched back Dark watched downwards with wide open eyes. Flecks of his broken shirt fluttered downwards atop of a large bulge in his red undergarments. The boxers were extended just about near to their limit along the bottom simply because of two particular orbs. His testicles had burst forth from the prison those pants created with enough force to strew anything which had tried to force them back. Having landed on the now wrecked table, the sight was enough of a display that also gave testament to the new weight along with their size. This forced his legs to accommodate by spreading wide. The length of the wolf's legs had become great enough where one of his feet, not bound by socks, pushed against the door whence he entered about ten minutes ago, and the other pressing at a windowed wall. Small chunks of drywall began littering the floor around him as his head and upper back applied harsh pressure above.

Unparalleled coincidence was soon to be met between the wolf and his friend's brother who just replaced Dark's position. Coming home for what was likely an extended lunch break and expecting to have a peaceful afternoon meal he opened the door. At just that moment he underside of a wolf's foot would be seen taking up the entirety of the opened doorway before pushing forward and breaking a hole and tearing apart paneling. With Dark busting through to the second floor of the house, and the wall behind him and the couch breaking; the entire house was having its integrity challenged. His hands pushed at the walls to either side of him in both an attempt to keep them away in a sense for comfort, but also to help give him room and thus bust them down. With a sudden surge of growth they were no more.

Feeling a certain muzzle stuck between his toes caused him to wiggle them together. It was most certainly the face of a horse caught between furred toes on his feet. Small hands were felt pushing against the soles of his feet. A certain smell, while not particularly unpleasant, was still more than any creature the size of a foot would be able to bare. Arching his back and pushing forward with his hips in order to free himself from the face of the house, his entire body soon came to be viewed by any and all passerby who were confused about the commotion taking place. A devious smile crept along Dark's face as he finally realized just who it would have to be coming to his home at this time of the afternoon. Reaching forward and down, he plucked the equine from between his toes by the collar of his shirt.

"Well hey there. Long time no see... little one." Dark would state through a deep growl heard originating deep within his throat.

"D-Dark? Is that you? What's going on? Put me down!"

"Oh I'll put you down alright, don't you worry about that. In fact I'll even let you choose where to be put down! I admit you always were a looker. Absolutely delicious if you will. Though I can't say I've ever wanted you in me, I may make an exception this time. So go ahead and choose where you want me to put you down. I'm sure you'll make for a nice little toy, or even perhaps a filling snack."

A look of absolute horror crept along the horse's face mixed with confusion to the whole situation. Dark wasn't even sure why he said what he did, but the idea had crossed him within a heartbeat. In his anticipation for waiting on a response, even if only a few seconds had passed, he couldn't help but feel a state of arousal at the situation. Still growing, even while holding the Thoroughbred, caused several snaps to be heard. Another portion of his body had started to grow at a hyper induced rate thanks to a flush of blood as Dark had become particularly excited with the engagement at hand. His briefs looked more as if hiding a hill beneath them before the elastic material around the waist would break apart in quickened succession after the first few snaps. Breaching forth in glorious display was the wolf's arousal, growing tall and proud, with a mixed burst of heat and an alluring musk. The small mammal just stared down while dangling in the air at the firmly shaped pink shaft with his nostrils flaring due to the near overwhelming scent. Just then the horse could be seen with a glint in his eye as an idea came to him.

"There! I want to go in there." The dangling creature stated between coughs as the scent of musk caused his head to spin. He stated the location thinking that, just perhaps, he could best the giant with his game.

"Well fine. If you so insist."

Secretly Dark had wished for him to state that location. The look on the horse's face was priceless to him due to the confusion setting in the brown mammal. Lowered down the Thoroughbred's body slipped within the urethral vent without resistance. Dark honestly wasn't sure what to expect, and didn't even know if something like this was feasible. A spurt of pre-seed gushed forth after that first instant by reason of sudden pleasure. The horse's nose flared once covered by a much more pure source of Dark's musk. Brown fur turned slightly more tan once drenched with the clear-white liquid. Dark's toes curled quickly at the shocking revelation of just how well something inserted could feel; the feet ensnaring a couple of the stunned onlookers who had come too close thanks to an insatiable curiosity. Pushing downwards against the horse's back helped cause him to slip inside with what seemed to be an eerie lack of friction. His friend's brother, once shaking away the shock of the situation, quickly began to kick and squirm. The kicks translated as nothing but internal bliss while the wiggling only helped to quicken his fate. Pushing at the top of the maned head with a single finger helped seal the deal as the horse disappeared as if the body routinely practiced these actions.

Soothing sensations coaxed a quiet moan from the wolf's mouth. While bulges of a familiar silhouette could be seen traveling down the front of his shaft there would be tiny hands pressing at the outside of his testicles. It truly was as if the scent wafting along in the air, his own musk, was causing those around him to become dangerously entranced with the large body. Some were to go so far as to clamber atop of the furred balls to stroke and soothe along the pushing form surrounded by the sensitive flesh. Before long even the outline vanished from view as the flailing body could be felt splashing down within the natural pool of seed deep within his scrotum.

Reaching down with both hands to scoop up as many of the smaller creatures as possible, Dark finally rose from the wreckage that was once his house. With his toes meticulously curled they would trap between them whoever may have been tending to the bottoms of his feet. The fur of the smaller creatures felt surprisingly soft even through the fur of his own feet, and thus made for what felt to be a royal carpet if only for a single step before being left behind

Walking down the road caused his thickened shaft, having grown well beyond the realm of normal proportions in length and width, bob up and down from its own weight. Beads of pre-seed forming at the tip were sent splattering across the road which he walked along, heading towards the heart of the city. Left behind pre along the road functioned as a beacon to the surrounding populace. Any who caught a whiff of the intoxicating musk were compelled to follow the trail along. Those who were ahead of the fifty foot wolf became overjoyed if some pre were to splat atop their heads for some reason unknown to the wolf. It was humorous to him in any case. His heels took prevalence for where the focus of weight came down against the pavement below, causing holes to form as cracks in the seemingly brittle material in all directions. This was mostly to ensure that those towards the front of his feet, still trapped, were not wholly harmed and instead could be taken as a form of footwear. Upon hearing the crunch of metal and glass while stepping atop of cars, he was thankful for such willing participants to serve as a protective barrier. He knew well that his feet couldn't be harmed by such pitiable objects, but that didn't stop him from pretending.

Walking along had slowly turned more into a jolly stroll, as if someone had just received the best news in their life and all else in the world became meaningless. Dark raised snout towards the air and likewise his left hand, the fingers loosened around the four who were being grasped. Warm breath shot upwards as he was able to just barely witness how it blew and affected the fur on those he was holding. No species seemed immune as he noticed the assortment of folk before, one by one, they would drop upon his extended tongue. It was difficult for him to not imagine them as if they came from a grocery store assorted snack pack that boasted different shapes and flavors. Single file they slid along the tongue which functioned as a directing slide. Feeling the clothes and fur of the little ones glide effortlessly along the slick muscle was rousing in its own right. The feet of the first fellow poked down against the cozy flesh surrounding the entrance of the throat before falling right inside. Soft constrictions helped ensure the proper path downwards as a small lump could be seen quickly falling along the outside of his throat. One by one they dropped, mimicking a train line if nothing else. Before swallowing down the last, the other hand poised skyward to show the greed of the wolf by dropping in those lucky four; however the last seemed to have a slightly different fate.

It wasn't so much that Dark didn't want to swallow what felt to be a feline wiggling happily while being caught between the tongue and ribbed palette, but it was more the fact that he had become distracted by his surroundings. Losing track of time and unused to how trivialized distance became when at a larger size, he stared straight ahead at a three story office building. Flicking the tip of his tongue against the drenched cat inside of his mouth, he toyed with the creature by pushing him this way and that while hatching a plan. Kneeling down just in front of the three way crossroad where, right at the center, sat the building which never left his eye. It was there that he and his friend had founded the company, and there that he had been fired earlier in the day.

Laying down on his hands and knees, his head hovered over the structure. Extending his tongue just slightly to lick at his lips, the creature inside was pushed from left to right along with it inside the mouth. Reaching down with his hand he would grasp at his own shaft. His fingers danced along the glans to help test and ensure it was at peak arousal. Sparks of bliss were more than enough proof for him that he was indeed ready. Miniscule ministrations were felt along his hanging balls, heavy and large enough to rest against the ground as the smaller folk helped as well to institute a deviant ploy.

Dark wrapped his fingers along the stalk of his shaft with purpose to please himself. He hadn't realized until just now how large it had become until now. Memories came to him of how he was able to hold it perfectly fine in one hand, but now his fingers couldn't reach fully around nor could the palm of his hand obscure the flesh. Skin wrinkled around the depression his fingers created as his wrist jerked quickly back and forth while ensuring the front of his shaft stay poised straight ahead. There was even a weak squirm to be felt inside of the balls to help speed along the arrival of his climax at a pace he wasn't expecting. Closing his eyes and gumming harmlessly at the small creature in his mouth, his nostrils exhaled and inhaled at a quickened rate. The sound of his skin smacking against itself with his fingers echoed in the air around him while he slowly rocked back and forth from the combined pleasure of the tiny creatures and his own massaging. Reaching up quickly to place his hand on the flat roof of the building he would curve his fingers and tear at the brick. A hole was made in a very specific office where a horse turned around in his chair both in surprise and fear. At the same moment he swallowed down the cat in his mouth after batting him around aimlessly to join in the seven others slowly shifting about in his gut. Barring his teeth became the last action before a river of seed exploded forth from the tip of his shaft, spreading outwards and along the head as if almost aimless. Vast majorities of the ropes of seed shot straight ahead at the now open office. Flooded instantly the seed in the room rushed along and gushed back out of the hole before the force itself was enough to tear a hole in the floors and walls of the office. This ensured that the rest of the building would not escape the impending white deluge. A slight clog, felt tumbling forth, shot forth from the cock as he realized the horse from before had found a means of escape, but with which would come at a steep price.

Minutes after the initial burst of seed would finally show signs of it slowing down. Looking forward and inside the building, leaving the dribbling shaft to the attention of the small creatures below, the wolf simply reached inside for his target. In there he could notice two horses, looking identical, plastered to a wall which had not given away. Snagged and stuck together, the two made for an easy catch. Peeling them away from the wall, he brought the brothers right in front of his face.

"Ah, brotherly love. Able to help two siblings stick together through just about anything."

Dark chuckled quietly to the two, but ensured they would be moved along through the air before any sort of retort could be had. Just what he was going to do with them caused his heart to race and tail to swing back and forth behind him. His musk from the ejaculate, now oozing forth from the building and filling the street, would be blown along as his tail acted as a fan for the entire city to breathe deep from. That was merely a small token added on to the situation in hand. Raising his rump in the air whilst swinging his hand back he allowed the twin equines to stare long and hard at the puckered flesh right before their faces.

"Time to stick you, friend, where you told me to shove my thoughts about earlier."

With the quick quip in reference to how his friend utterly devastated their friendship, Dark quickly pushed forward with his wrist. The two made for a perfect sized toy, and with the drying of the seminal liquids, they showed the highest potential to be excellent play objects. His fingers carefully grasping along the midsection, Dark pushed inwards and out with the two bodies. Sphincter flesh proved to be naturally unyielding even at this size which helped to illustrate a sense of tightness within him. The star shaped flesh casually kissed around the bodies as if it were business as usual in terms of illicit bliss. Feeling the two having been shoved halfway inside, he used a single finger to finish the pushing, and in this way helped to keep unbound the bottom half of their bodies. Squeezing his rump together and setting forth a natural rhythm of undulations the duo were clearly accepted by the canine's body.

Howling out in bliss, the shaft of the wolf would not go unattended to. Thick and large enough to hang down to the ground his member dribbled a slow stream of leftover seed. The miniature people below were much more infatuated with the scent than to simply tolerate what little fresh liquid escaped. They decided to take matters into their own hands, or more specifically, shove themselves along with the rest of their forms inside of the cock slit. It was one feeling to push one squirming creature into your cock, but being able to feel a line of willing subjects crawl within was paramount to the actions from before. Each of their little fingers could be felt gently stroking along the slick interior as every strand of fur on the bodies sent firing in full force every nerve ending near the precise points of interest. Wrapping his fingers around the bottom of his cock, he fluttered them gently in a quick massage over and around the tiny bulges wiggling to move deeper within.

Behind Dark the twin horses were felt wiggling in their own right, but in a much more frantic manner which soon made them the only likely candidates who didn't want to be inside or even anywhere near the giant wolf. They were however only shortening the time between freedom and being trapped within their new home. Natural mucous with the viciousness of saliva helped ease them along as it combined with the now-runny seed. Indents within the moving flesh helped grab hold and lock the bodies in place before it was ready to perform the next contractions and drag the horses further within. In what would be a simple three more squeezes with no extra action taken by the wolf, the four feet would slip away from view as the under-tail pucker sealed them within.

Rolling over to sit up once again soon transitioned to leaning back against a nearby office which was tall enough to at least support his weight. Glass shattered behind him with the sudden impact of his shoulder blades ramming against the plain architecture, but beyond that it remained structurally sound. By this point there had been at least three dozen willing individuals rolling about in the virile liquids and shifting within his bulging balls. Several more still on the way as they could be seen from the outside, just like those before who entered before, pushing and yearning to reach the source of the hypnotizing musk. It was unreal how massive of a feeling it could be to have smaller creatures rubbing both outside and on the inside of one's body. Those swallowed before, still in his stomach, could be sensed still giving a very light rub down in a location that nothing had ever moved quite in this fashion before now. Opposing forces and pushes against those on the outside were orchestrated inside of the testicles to ensure that no point of pleasure was left without pleasure. Crowning the moment would be when he could feel the two deep within his buttocks, fighting and flailing for freedom for an extended period, massaged and ground up against Dark's prostate.

Losing himself to bliss once again when focusing upon all the stimuli, he quickly smashed his feet against the ground while both hands furiously stroked up and down his engorged member. Despite either picking up or pushing along people and stray vehicles with his feet they would never be left alone as those endearing folk clung to the soles as if their life was hinged upon how well they pleased. Miniature vibrations shook forth from the coming orgasm as it chugged through the shaft in what promised to be a glorious shower the likes of which the world had never seen before. Feeling the two up his rump clamping around and squeezing the tough organ within sent him over the limit. Gasping out and pressing hard against the upside of his shaft, he used it as a funnel to launch the second climax well into the distance. Each pulse of the pseudo-muscle contractions insured that each new spurt would send it just as far as the previous; a waterfall of heated liquid falling down upon the area around him as well as the neighborhood from whence he had come. Smells within the air seemed to hint at the natural atmosphere being replaced for the chemical glory that his musk created to help cement the ideals of Dark becoming a new-age and purely sexual Pied Piper.

Panting as his orgasm came down from its peak, Dark would cross his arms across his belly and lean back with a sigh. Slowly stroking over his finely formed gut, teasing those within with slight depressions, his lips curled in delight. If nothing else, as he closed his eyes to take a light nap, he thought about what the green had said before. He focused on the little folk clambering along him to help ease him into a slumber, eager to be there for extra pleasure when the musk-baring giant would awaken and have need for them. Dark was certainly enjoying his newly found freedom, and likely would continue to do so for however long the tonic from earlier in the day may last.