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Rin’s Swell Adventure

By Danath

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Written for friendofloyd (Freebies Vol. 92)

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“...and with how long it takes you to open simple locks on top of everything else, you’ve proven how worthless you are.”

“You’re fired, Rin.”

“Get lost! Scrawny deer like you would be better off working in non-combat jobs. Heh heh.”

Rin’s eyes widened and his mouth opened, but no words came out. He’d only joined the party of adventurers called “Red Mountain” a few months ago, but he thought things were going well. Instead, the bear fighter, wolf mage, and rabbit ranger regarded him with outright disdain from the other side of the table at which he sat.

“Let’s get out of here,” the bear said with a snort. “This is a waste of time.”

“Yeah, we have to remove him from the register right away.” The rabbit was already heading for the door, uninterested in anything further to do with Rin.

“Maybe we can scout for a replacement who can carry their weight.” The wolf’s words cut deepest, as Rin considered the mage his best friend of the three of them.

And then Rin was alone. The small bar was otherwise empty this early in the afternoon. When he arrived, Rin thought he was meeting his teammates for lunch. Instead, he was getting kicked out of Red Mountain with nothing but the clothes on his back - they told him his mistakes on the last mission cost more than his severance, so they were keeping it.

The deer leaned backwards until his antlers rested against the brick wall behind him. He relaxed and felt the tension drain from his shoulders and thighs. His hips spread across the wooden seat from edge to edge despite his relatively short stature. His antlers gave the illusion of height, but the short, narrow-shouldered deer lacked any semblance of muscle tone. Rin’s body was one of a spoon with legs: lean and wiry up top, but with a massive rump sat below a cute, wide tail. He slouched low in the seat and let his gaze drift up towards the ceiling. Strangely, he didn’t feel sad or frustrated or even upset about the disrespectful tone of his former teammates. He felt, if anything, strangely calm, like a ship’s captain viewing an approaching storm.

This was not how he planned for his first year in the big city to go. Broke, alone, and homeless within three months? Surely that was some sort of record for rogues - the one class that typically never hurt for cash. Rin leaned back over the table and put his chin in his palms. The young buck stared off into the middle distance as he thought about his skills and how to improve - or whether it was better to give up adventuring altogether as the barmaid approached after a while.

“Did you want anything else to drink or eat?” she asked. The lioness’s tail swished behind the hemline of her white and blue dress as she beamed at the only customer she had.

“No, thank you, just the drink I had earlier.”

“Oh… but your friends said you would pay for them. Here’s the bill…”

Rin closed his eyes and took a long breath. He didn’t need to look at the paper to know how much he was expected to pay for the group’s ales and the fancy desserts the other three ordered earlier. He remembered the menu. No wonder they dragged him to this out of the way cafe in the middle of the day - one last prank, they’d call it.

Cracking his eyes open just slightly, Rin put on the bravest smile he could for the lioness, whose business-like friendly smile faded fast as she realized what he was about to ask.

“I wouldn’t be able to work that bill off washing dishes, would I?”

A few hours later, the roar of the boisterous, drunken crowd in the main hall echoed through all the way to the back of the hot, humid wash station in the very back of the kitchens. Elbow deep in dirty water, Rin fumed. This was no way for a rogue to live. Forget Red Mountain. He’d prove them all wrong one day. And until then, he focused on using his dodge skills to avoid the splashes of sudsy water every time a busboy dumped another load of dirty plates and cups into the wooden basin in front of him.

Several days later…

Rin stretched his arms and neck as he headed down the rutted dirt road heading out of the town. Being abandoned at the cafe by his party turned out to be a minor blessing in disguise - the lioness was impressed enough with his work ethic to hire him for a few days. He didn’t mind the manual labor considering his situation, though more than one of the cooks and servers slapped his ass before realizing he wasn’t female. The lioness gave him three meals a day - out of sympathy more than a profit motive, he suspected - and even let him sleep in the storage room out back so he wouldn’t have to pay for an inn. His back complained about sleeping on burlap sacks, but Rin was glad for the money in his pocket. He was able to get a new knife and some other tools before taking on a job from the adventurer’s guild. Usually rogues didn’t work solo, but this was just a transport job - carry an important package from point A to point B within the next month. Traveling solo worked in his favor as he’d be less likely to draw the attention of bandits or monsters on the way.

Most importantly, it was a one-way quest, and he planned to re-establish himself in the new city. Maybe look for a new group, find a rogues’ academy to train at, or even pay for magic lessons to improve on…

Rin sighed. The deer’s antlers bobbed lower as his head dropped. His shiny black hooves moved a bit slower across the dirty track as a negative thought appeared like a stormcloud amidst the blue sky of his hopes. What if he just wasn’t cut out for adventuring? What if his old party was right? Red Mountain were jerks, but they were competent. Rin learned a lot in the few months he was with them. All the time he thought Red Mountain was training him up as a rookie rogue was them showing their frustration that he couldn’t keep up.

“Well, they shouldn’t have hired me then,” Rin thought to himself. He snorted and kicked a rock as he kept walking through the woods. It’s their fault for thinking I can do everything right away. Sure, he had some training from back home, but what did they expect from a brand new adventurer anyways? His scowl softened as he stared at his chipped and dirty hooves. He didn’t dare smell himself and hoped he’d find a stream or river he could dunk himself in sometime soon. Forget Red Mountain, he thought for not the first time. He had more important matters to take care of than worrying about his hurt feelings.

Straightening his back, he pushed his shoulders back and lengthened his stride. The young buck’s stamina was near endless, his one saving grace in Red Mountain - though he was often slower than the rest, he wouldn’t tire out no matter what. Perhaps it was the heft of his posterior or some innate magical skill, but regardless of the reason, the bottom-heavy buck’s regular, rhythmic strides powered him down the dirt road for dozens and dozens of miles with ease. With his stealthy rogue skills, he could scout long distances easily and undetected, but Red Mountain never found those skills of much use.

The hours of walking turned into days. He camped out, foraged and fished what he could, and kept heading towards the mountains. He didn’t have to cross the mountains, but would skirt by them to save time. Carriages - and most travelers - went the long way around the mountains to avoid the foothills and canyons around the base, but Rin didn’t mind - no matter the angle of the ground, his hooves dug in, his calves flexed, and his huge thighs drove him forward.

He was near the end of the second week of his journey when he met Jan up in the foothills in a lonely stretch where the path was practically non-existent.

Jan was a reindeer, a big lad, easily a couple of feet taller than Rin, with a huge spreading rack of antlers to match. He had a rough hewn green leather vest around his shoulders which draped around the bulging pecs and clearly formed abdominal muscles below on his broad belly. A dark brown braided rope around his hips held up a matching piece of green material that draped over his thighs. Rather than obscure the immense bulge between his legs, however, the fabric outlined the enormous girth of the sheath and heft of the balls below. Those enormous white globes were big enough that more than half of their weight showed below the hem of the loincloth. The reindeer’s muscular legs ended in large hooves, like Rin’s, but other than the obvious physical features, the tiny rogue looked incredibly different from the huge and beefy reindeer.

Rin stared, eyes wide at not just the big buck’s sheer physical size, but also the stupendously large and thick bulge in his loincloth. More concerning, however, was the predicament in which the muscular male found himself.

“Oh, hey there!” Jan said. The reindeer smiled from where he was sitting on the ground, but clearly was in a lot of pain. The cause was obvious as well: a steel-jawed trap hunters often used had snapped around his ankle.

The reindeer grunted as he shifted his weight.

“Listen, there’s a village not far from here, and if you would run and get some help I’d really appreciate it - ouch!”

Rin knelt down next to the trap and took a look at it, but was careful not to touch or move it. He nodded, turned, and dug into his pack for his tools as the reindeer watched with a hopeful expression.

“Do you know how to remove it?”

Rin nodded as he turned back with a small pair of pliers and a piece of wire in his hands. “I think so… I’m sorry if this hurts, but I’ll need your help to pry it off once I unlock it.”

Getting the trap to unlock meant reaching a pin inside, but fortunately Rin was familiar with this particular model, having practiced on them before - the ranger in Red Mountain often asked him to repair similar traps. He explained as much to Jan when the big reindeer, grunting with the pain as the steel jaws pinched at his leg, asked about it.

“So you’re an adventurer?”

“Well, yeah. I’m delivering a package to Forthworth right now.”

“Wow! An adventurer!” Jan said, eyes beaming and pain forgotten. “I’ve always admired adventurers since I was little. Traveling the world, fighting monsters, finding treasure… it’s so cool.”

“Uh… thanks,” Rin said. He couldn’t imagine how the massive reindeer wasn’t an adventurer being as huge as he was, but he put those thoughts out of his head for the moment. He narrowed his gaze, focusing on his fingers. He couldn’t see what was going on inside the locking mechanism of the trap, but he could feel it with the wire and use his pliers to trip the escape lever, which should be right about…

*CLUNK*

The jaws opened and Rin carefully pried them apart with a stick. Jan got his leg free, and Rin let go of the jaws. They clamped shut and splintered the stick.

The reindeer got to his feet, but was limping pretty good. Rin dug around in his pack again.

“Here, use this!”

The reindeer took the small metal tin and looked at it. Round, an inch or so deep, and featuring a green plus symbol on top, he looked a bit confused as to what to do with it.

“Put that on your leg - it should help the pain and keep it from getting infected until you can bandage it.”

Jan’s eyes widened and the reindeer’s enormous body loomed forward over the smaller deer.

“Rin! You’re so nice! I was going to invite you anyway, but now you have to come!” he cried out as his enormous biceps wrapped around Rin’s shoulders.

The deer could only gasp as he was lifted off the ground completely and pulled face first into Jan’s impressive pec cleavage for a very long hug. He could feel the huge reindeer’s hard belly muscles grinding against his own stomach as his thighs dangled over top of Jan’s immense bulge. Rin’s eyes widened and his pupils dilated as he realized what his thighs compressed against; his rumpcheeks lifted as he instinctively clenched at the size of the thing.

“You’re a lifesaver! C’mon, you can stay in my village. We’re having our yearly celebration soon anyways so it’s perfect timing!”

Rin, once back on the ground and able to breathe again, agreed. So many nights alone in the rough meant he was ready to accept whatever hospitality came his way. Even - or maybe especially because of - Jan’s muscular exuberance. But, as he thought about it, he frowned slightly and dug into his bag for his map. There weren’t any villages this high up in the foothills of the mountains, were there?

“This way, Rin!” Jan called. The huge reindeer waved his arms over his head, causing his antlers to sway one direction and the extremely huge bulge under his loincloth to go the other.

Rin swallowed hard, trying not to stare, as he packed away his map and trotted after the reindeer. Some things, he decided as he watched Jan’s thick hips and rump, you just didn’t question.

The village was small, perhaps a few dozen huts and cabins built of locally available resources - pine logs split in half, stacked and sealed with mud. Most had gardens and tiered fields dotted the mountainsides, though they were currently bare. Spring was coming soon, though, and the snow had melted. The houses and fields were arranged in loose circles around a central clearing, and in the middle of that a huge pile of dried timber rested. Rin remembered the reindeer saying something about a village celebration - perhaps it was a bonfire night.

“Welcome to my village! Isn’t it great? There are a few more groups of houses over that way and over there-” The reindeer gestured around. “-but this is the biggest one! Everyone will be here tonight for the big fire and dance, too. You’ll join in, won’t you?”

“Uh, sure, if that’s okay,” Rin said, smiling. “I can’t be rude to my hosts after all.”

“Wow, you’re so polite!” Jan said. “I knew bringing you here was a good idea!”

Jan kept saying something after that, but Rin was stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide and jaw fully open. Across the way, someone emerged from behind one of the simply-built huts. Rin’s full attention went to them and everything else, even Jan’s chattering voice, faded into the background.

The round swell wrapped up in blue fabric was the first thing Rin saw, but as more of the village resident’s incredible figure emerged, he realized just how large and massive those swells were. The breasts were easily as tall as he was. If he were to launch himself at one, he’d barely get his arms and legs halfways around them, like the time the bear in Red Mountain got injured trying to tackle a swamp mastodon. The blue denim fabric operated as a pair of overalls, somewhat keeping the two incredibly huge breasts in check, though they spilled out of the sides and over the front. Covered in lush gray and brown fur, they bobbed with each step their owner took.

“So we mostly farm or fish and hunt, then trade with the city once in a while for things we want,” the reindeer said behind him, but Rin wasn’t listening.

The owner was a wolf coyote hybrid with a mix of salt and pepper and brown fur. The denim overalls ended high up on her thighs, leaving glimpses of what appeared to be a healthy male bulge in the shadow of her awe-inspiring rack up above. Powerful thighs and calves supported her ability to still walk considering her breasts occupied more than twice as much mass as the rest of her combined. Rin couldn’t help but stare, amazed and increasingly aroused by the way the enormous boobs bounced and jiggled and shifted and… and…

“Rin? Rin, you okay? That’s Van, she’s lived here a while. I think she used to be an adventurer like you!”

“Uh… yeah, I’m okay,” Rin said. He forgot to breathe for a minute there. He was uncomfortably erect under his trousers, but unlike the overhung buck next to him, Rin didn’t show off near as much.

“Van is great - she helped out with a lot of our food storage problems in winter since she’s from somewhere cold too!”

“W-wow…”

Jan, of course, misinterpreted Rin’s awed demeanor and slapped him on the shoulders.

“You’ll meet her later! Let's get going!”

As he walked with Jan through the outside row of huts and cabins, he saw a few dozen other reindeer. The coyote-wolf was the only non-reindeer. Some, like Jan, were ridiculously muscular. Even their antlers looked bulgy and veiny. Built like stone castles, Rin could only imagine how quickly they’d demolish the adventurers he knew in a fight. Even the smallest one, who was about as tall as Rin, had a bulge down to his knees beneath his loincloth. Others, like the coyote-wolf, possessed tremendously large chests the likes of which Rin had never imagined. While braided lengths of colored rope and a loincloth seemed typical attire for everyone in the village, very few wore anything up top - including the curvy, svelte reindeer “ladies” who, while just as muscular and hung as their strictly male counterparts, showed off chests just as big as the coyote-wolf’s, if not bigger. Everywhere Rin looked was another massive bobbing pair of tits bigger than he was, or a tremendously thick and veiny cock fatter around than both of his thighs put together, or muscles and height and general fitness that would make any barbarians he knew cringe in shame at their own inadequacy.

It was, generally speaking, the hottest thing Rin ever saw. The deer was blushing non-stop and hoping his obvious arousal wasn’t too noticeable. He struggled to breathe due to his own nervousness and the non-stop rush of musk emanating from the overbuilt bodies all around.

Despite their sizes and heavy equipment, none of the villagers appeared to have any difficulty with mobility. They were able to enter and leave doorways easily, for example, when Rin was sure they’d be far too wide. Their loincloths and vests or tunics didn’t seem to tear or rip despite stretching beyond all imagination in attempts to contain enormous tits or hypersized dicks. Even some of the male reindeer wearing vests like Jan’s looked incredible, what with how the fabric outlined their pecs and abs and barrel bellies and hips and butts and and and…

Rin was on sensation overload. He could feel his toes curling in his soft-soled leather shoes as he followed along behind Jan, trying not to outright gawk at every fresh pair of oversized hooters or dangling nuts despite there being something to look at in every direction. No sane person could blame him, he thought, for taking in the sights with a bit more interest than normal, right?

A large hand spread against his shoulders and delivered a hearty smack that sent him stumbling towards the largest cabin. While still only one story like the rest, the roof was taller.

“Let’s go meet the village chief! We need to introduce you properly if you’re gonna spend the night, especially tonight!”

Rin looked up at Jan with concern on his face.

“I’m not going to interrupt anything important, am I? If it’s not okay for outsiders to be here, I understand,” he said, holding up his hand to try to get the gregarious reindeer from dragging him inside any further. “Honestly, there’s no need to-”

Rin, the slippery rogue that he was, easily managed to get his paw free of Jan’s grasping fingers. He turned to walk back outside, ready to leave the village rather than cause them problems the night of their festival, and ran smack dab into the deepest cleavage he’d ever seen.

Even running into it was an understatement. The deer’s entire face disappeared. Even his antlers sunk into the warm, furry mounds. The enormous orbs were big enough that he could feel the underswells smooshing across his knees down below. The soft, thick fur felt amazing across his head and face and his fingers sunk in so nicely along with his arms as he collided with them and oh god what was he doing he had to apologize ohnohewasintroublebutitfeltsogoooo-

It took every bit of Rin’s willpower to lift his head back up from the dense cleavage. A smiling and perhaps even smirking reindeer looked back down at him. She was taller than Jan, even, with a rack that impressed in both senses of the word. She was by far the biggest reindeer Rin saw in the village. He had a hunch that this impressively endowed reindeer, whose smile spread as Rin’s arms instinctively squeezed, was the village chief, and he was clearly at this point simply fondling her tits after accidentally colliding with her.

“Uh-” Rin started.

“No need,” the reindeer said, holding up a hand. “Please believe me when I say that this happens all the time. Just one of the perks, you know?”

Rin finally forced his rigid body backwards and took a few awkward steps away as the village chief filled the hallway.

“Jan!” she said, spotting the hunky reindeer behind Rin. “Where’d you find a cutie like him?”

“This is Rin! He helped me out big time!” the reindeer said, already back into talkative himbo mode. His muscles flexed, stretching his brown and white coat, and his antlers nodded along as he enthusiastically described Rin’s heroics.

The deer had to hold up his hands and interrupt.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal! I just disarmed the trap and gave him some ointment,” Rin protested. “In fact, I owe Jan for the invitation to spend the night, especially if it’s an important festival night.”

“In that case, you don’t have to worry!” Jan said. The reindeer draped an arm around Rin’s shoulders and spread his palm across the front of the deer’s slender tunic. “Visitors are always welcome to the festival!”

“Are you sure?”

“You know the coyote-wolf you saw earlier? She was a visitor who enjoyed the festival so much she decided to stay!”

Rin’s brain tried to keep up, but the chatty Jan kept going.

“Anyways, he’s gonna spend the night at my house, and I’ll make sure he’s all ready for the festival, chief!”

“Enjoy the festival, Rin. Thank you for taking care of Jan. He can be clumsy sometimes, but he means well.”

“No, thank you for allowing me to sta-huck!”

“C’mon, Rin, we have to get ready!” Jan said, grasping the small deer by the arm before pulling him along back out of the hut.

Rin stumbled along outside after the enthusiastic reindeer. The village chief didn’t seem to mind the abruptness of the visit - perhaps things were far more casual here than where he used to live. In such a small and remote place, it made sense that everyone would be on closer terms. The deer didn’t have much time to think about it before he arrived with the large reindeer back at his cabin. It was in rougher shape than most, but the roof and walls appeared sturdy, at least.

Jan poked his antlers back outside and called out for Rin to follow. The deer peeked inside and gasped. His muzzle clamped shut and his nostrils flared. The hulking, muscular reindeer’s musk permeated the air inside to the point it was making Rin’s already throbbing erection go into another level entirely. The deer always was excited by a good musk, but this was something else. Eyes wide, nostrils wider, the deer stepped inside, only for Jan to thrust a braided rope and length of cloth into his chest. The rope was extremely thick, wider than his own wrists, and weighed quite a lot. Not to mention the fabric, which was heavy but flexible and draped easily around his fingers as he clutched it against his chest.

“If you go to the festival, you really should go with the right clothes on. You can borrow my old pair - I outgrew them a couple years ago,” Jan said with a grin.

Rin looked at the size of the loincloth rope and fabric in his hands, then at the reindeer’s broad hips. His erection gave up and tried to fire off some more pre, but the deer was already dry as a bone and had been since his run-in with the chief.

Just what was going on in this village, he wondered… and was he going to end up staying here like the coyote-wolf?

A few hours later, Rin emerged from Jan’s hut with a dazed expression. He was shirtless, revealing the lean and skinny toning across his belly and chest and arms. The braided loincloth rope didn’t so much wrap around him as hang around the top of his wide hips. The fabric was also too long and hung down nearly to his ankles, far lower than it did on any of the other males Rin saw when he looked around. He was in the midst of trying to hike it up and fold it over to shorten it when Jan’s hand dropped on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it! You’re looking great!” the big reindeer said, grinning wide as he squeezed the smaller deer’s shoulder. “Look, they’re getting ready to start - once the fire goes, the dance starts!”

“Dance?” Rin asked, looking around.

The night sky suddenly turned golden. Rin looked back towards the center of the village. A column of golden fire a dozen feet across flickered into the black night above before the flames recoiled back down into the piled-up timbers below. Golden sparks sizzled as they made contact, igniting the bonfire with a showy splash of fire. Rin was impressed - it took a lot of magical control to do something like that.

“The chief is showing off again,” Jan muttered.

“That was the chief? The one we met earlier?”

“Yup, ain’t she good?”

“Wow.”

The fire danced in Rin’s eyes as fresh, different waves of musk built up around him. More of the villagers arrived, and before the deer realized it, he was near the fire in the front row alongside Jan. The flames of the fire built up higher and higher, feeding the wood below. Rin could feel the heat as his pupils dilated. He tracked the golden sparks still flying through the haze of smoke above. He could also feel heat from behind - the heat of the crowd of villagers, every one of them displaying sizes that Rin couldn’t explain. Enormous breasts, bulges thicker than his own hips, nipples larger than the dinner plates he washed at the cafe. The whole village, dozens and dozens of them, all gathered, all wearing similar loincloths that hid nothing. The sea of bobbing antlers stretched for what seemed like miles in every direction, save for one pair of salt and pepper wolf ears - the other visitor Jan mentioned who chose to stay in the village.

A thumping noise made the ground tremble under Rin’s hooves. Jan elbowed his shoulder and leaned over a bit to whisper.

“This is a good part, just follow along.”

“Follow along with what? I thought I was just going to watch the festival from the sidelines!”

“From the what? Oh, look, here we go!”

The thumping intensified. Rin realized it was more and more of the reindeer villagers stomping their hooves on the ground, setting up a regular rhythm that gradually went faster and faster. The pounding rhythm was loud. Rin could feel his whole body shaking to the point he had trouble staying upright. He leaned into Jan and wrapped his hands around the big reindeer’s belt to stop himself falling over. Jan was also stomping along - Rin could feel his muscles flexing against his side and was reminded again of just how muscular and large these reindeer really were. Who were they? Why were they living up here out in the middle of nowhere? Any adventurer’s guild would kill for them to join up - even nations would come running to recruit. Wouldn’t they? Rin couldn’t figure it out. Sure, they were particularly gifted in certain ways, but overlooking that, their obvious strength would make them ideal adventurers. Rin’s thoughts drifted quickly, turning back to the noise and spectacle around him. Circling the bonfire, the reindeer’s stomping and bouncing created plenty of impressive visuals for Rin to observe. The deer’s hips twitched instinctively with the rhythmic stomping even as he ogled the jiggling pecs, the bouncing breasts, the bulging loincloths and shapely backsides… no wonder the coyote-wolf he saw earlier chose to stay, he thought for not the first time that evening and not the last, either.

The stomping dance went from slow to fast. The whole herd of reindeer rotated around the fire clockwise in unison, only to suddenly change direction as every pair of antlers twisted and lifted. Whoops and cries echoed above the stomping. Rin couldn’t see much - not only was he shorter and smaller than everyone else, but most of the time he was flattened between Jan’s pecs and abs and another villager’s front or backside. The big reindeer was helping him out, though, and Rin was very appreciative of it. If he tripped and fell, there’d be no stopping the raucous herd of oversized reindeer at this point. And, as Jan’s slab-like pecs squished against another pair of oversized hooters, resulting in Rin being bodily pressed deep into the warm and furry cleavage, the blushing and gasping little twinky deer boy couldn’t complain. Not one bit.

Rin wasn’t the only one enjoying all the contact. Between his thighs, which spread around the bulge of Jan’s loincloth, Rin could feel the big reindeer’s arousal growing. The huge and muscular stud huffed and moaned as his fingers dug into Rin’s slender belly and thick thigh, keeping the small deer close throughout the chaos swirling around them.

Other reindeer showed signs of arousal as well. Rin’s eyes bulged as much as his loincloth as he watched. The stomping dance gradually slowed, especially as pairs, trios, and even larger groups formed. Massive arousals stretched from amidst piles of tremendously round and wobbly breasts, enormous muscles, and kicking hooves.

A hot and wide warmth stretched up Rin’s backside, grinding past his tail before throbbing between his shoulder blades.

“J-Jan?” Rin gasped, instinctively squirming.

The reindeer’s fingers sunk into both of Rin’s thighs, clutching the smaller male close as a pair of large, flaring nostrils dropped over the deer’s shoulder. Rin reached up and wrapped an arm around the reindeer’s thick neck. He couldn’t help but moan with need when he felt the massive arousal drag back down his spine. Through half-closed eyes, he watched as, nearby, a muscular himbo buck like Jan went down on all fours. Another reindeer with tits large enough to completely envelop the buck sunk into him; Rin could just see the bulge in his belly before her breasts hid all but his moaning face from view. The deer bit his lower lip, trying not to wriggle any more than he already was, as similar scenes played out all around him.

“Don’t think you can keep the cute visitor all to yourself, Jan!”

“Of course not, ch-ch-chiiieeeeef!”

Rin wasn’t sure what happened after that - the memories were all jumbled, mixed around. There were so many reindeer, after all, and it was difficult to tell them all apart at first, especially when they were all so well-hung and muscular and all that. But he was absolutely, positively sure he’d never forget the first few minutes after the dance ended.

First was Jan. The buck’s hips surged forward. Rin’s hooves dangled down over the enormous reindeer’s huge balls, sliding over the sides of the furry orbs, as his hips stretched and his belly bulged, clearly showing the outline of the reindeer’s massive arousal.

Then there was the chief. She was facing away from Rin on her hands and knees. Her massive hips pressed backwards, wrapping her plump, furry white cheeks around the deer’s hips. Rin thought he had a wide pair of hips, but her grinding put whatever he had planned to shame. The deer’s antlers rubbed against the top of Jan’s pecs as he helplessly humped forward before the big reindeer’s fingers dragged him back.

Yeah, that was a memory that would stick with anyone.

Then it was a blur. More reindeer joined in. His hips pumped, his belly bulged, draping over the chief’s upturned rumpcheeks. She seemed to be enjoying it despite his lack of size, but it was hard to tell when a pair of reindeer decided to test the visitor’s muzzle in turn. Jan grew more aggressive, rougher, eager and hot and powerful behind Rin the whole time. The snorts and grunts in Rin’s ears send shivers down his curved backside, but with another massive arousal presented to his dripping muzzle, the deer couldn’t stay focused for long.

The night stretched on and the fire kept blazing as the festival went on unabated. Rin couldn’t believe he was able to actually take Jan - once the shock wore off, he realized that, much like going in and out of the doorways to their cabins, the villagers had no trouble thrusting into any available holes and filling them without too much difficulty no matter how big or small.

Whatever was the cause of the phenomenon, Rin was grateful, because it meant when a second himbo muscled in on Jan and decided to make the big male share, the deer didn’t completely split in two. His belly retained a permanent bulge as both enormous erections stretched him constantly.

The chief let out a moan down below. Rin could feel her squeezing and clenching around him, but his vision was obscured by massive tits grinding across his face. He could definitely feel her though. Definitely. He couldn’t believe how good she felt. His hips pumped, mostly thanks to the two big bucks behind him, but the twinky deer tried his best as she pushed back against him.

Rin’s gagging muzzle squirmed all the harder as the hands on his antlers gripped tighter to keep him in place. The reason for his urgency involved the chief down below. He was about to blow his load and he wasn’t sure the etiquette for popping off inside the most important person here.

A new pair of hands suddenly grabbed his antlers. Peeking upwards through the haze of musk and glaze of lust, he realized the coyote-wolf from before had joined in. By the time she worked her knot down to his lips, he’d nearly forgotten who he was humping down below and had fired off more than his fair share of deer seed in the meantime. If he weren’t being fucked and sucked and rubbed in about six different ways, he might have worried about why he was still able to keep humping and why the chief was making even louder noises than before, but there was only so much Rin could handle at once. Jan and his hulking friend alone would normally have done the trick, but with the rest of the herd interested in meeting the new visitor…

Rin’s whole body trembled as his belly bloated. He heard Jan celebrating, having won the friendly competition between the two. Good that they were having fun, the deer thought, as the overwhelming stimulation made him unable to do much more than clench and wriggle.

Jan checked in on him once in a while throughout the night, oftentimes remarking on the deer’s incredible stamina.

“We sure he hasn’t been here before?” the big reindeer grunted after getting another turn with the cute and by now very well-stretched rogue.

The chief’s long and low murmurs of approval increased in volume as she slowly stood up. Her tongue lolled past her plump lips as she pouted, eyes half-closed, as inch after inch of Rin’s extremely swollen arousal dragged free. Her clenching hips made him shudder and his shoulders scraped across the floor beneath him. By the time she stood up straight, the tip of his massively engorged cock was still pulsing between her thick thighs. She looked over her shoulder, smirking, as she took a step forward, joining the muscular reindeer to watch.

Rin’s huge length arched forward before releasing a heavy, long splurt of thick white seed. The wrist-thick stream of seed splattered across the floor before the whole heaving length of male meat heaved itself backwards. Veins pulsed as the enormous length pointed straight up before falling back with a wet and heavy splat across the deer’s upper body. As wide and heavy as his huge rump and hips were, his stomach and shoulders and chest were just as lean and lithe. He wrapped his warms around his aching and trembling arousal as another load splattered past his shoulder. He was so big… so hard… so warm… the plump, bulging urethra burned against his arms as he clenched tight and thrust his hips, a series of moans dripping from his lips as more pre-cum welled up from his oversized furry balls. He had to have cum at least a dozen times, probably more, but he was still so hard and horny and needy and everything just felt so goooood…

It was going to be a very long festival night.

Three months later…

The bear barbarian’s huge broadsword cleaved through the air so fast it scorched the air, leaving smoke trails behind it. The blade cleaved through the giant monster in front of him, neatly splitting the armored, bug-like demon in two. Nearby, an otter mage’s eyes flashed open. Light burst from her fingertips. Rays of silver light traced through the gap between her and a cluster of armored monsters, detonating on impact and demolishing them all in a cloud of smoke and fire. Above, from the branch of a slender tree almost cut in half from the fighting earlier, the lean horse archer’s arms swiftly delivered arrow after arrow, finding gaps in the armor of the monsters or other weak points to target with a succession of deadly bolts.

Rin was also in the thick of the fight, but was almost never seen. Monsters would simply shriek out in alarm before collapsing into a jumble of broken armor and limbs. Darting through smoke, sneaking around confused enemies, slicing and stabbing and smirking his way through the hostiles, Rin moved as only the best rogues could, cleanly finishing each encounter with finesse and, it could even be said, charm.

The last of the great armored beasts let out a high-pitched cry. It fell forward, collapsing in a small cloud of dirt, to reveal the deer rogue standing behind. He grinned, hips cocked and knife spinning around in his fingers, as the rest of the party grouped up and checked in on each other. Hips, thick hips, and a plump, pert, hugely round rump bounced and jiggled with each step, matching the audacious movement of the similarly oversized bulge in front. Rin, at this point looked a lot like Jan - at least from the hips down, and even then only proportionally. The deer’s junk was swollen, permanently, so that the underswells of his immense balls just grazed the ground; the suspension of motion was possibly thanks to a magic-infused harness the deer wore underneath his dark and flexible rogue armor. His legs were plump, with powerful calves and huge thighs - previously his largest attribute, now a close second. His tail was almost the size of his head and fluttered with happiness as his new team of adventuring comrades met in the center of the room.

“Congrats, Opal Sea!” the bear barbarian cried out, his deep voice reverberating off the walls. “Mission accomplished!”

Rin joined in the cheers with the others. Despite his ample size, the rogue had no issue moving around - he was more nimble and sneaky than ever before. And his new team appreciated his talents far more than the old team. Rin grinned wider as he joined in with the others. He couldn’t even remember what his old team was called. Red Fountain? Whatever. Rin’s plump lips broke into another grin as they looted the room for treasure and anything else they could turn around for a profit. The deer’s whole entire backside wiggled and jiggled when, after just a few minutes, he found a loose brick in the wall, revealing a small, rare chest inside. He turned and hollered for the others, waving them over to share the find.

Rin’s adventuring life was going just swell.

The end