Attack of the Minimizer
Commissioned by a rather playful member of the stream, we have a story of a fox going around and stealing the manhoods of different people, all to make himself a bigger and bigger stud.
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Attack of the Minimizer For Zim By Draconicon
Most people weren't too concerned when a fox was on the prowl. After all, to many, they were a smaller species, not something to be overly concerned about, even when they went to the dark side.
Damien, sometimes known as the Minimizer, preferred it that way. The occasional villain prowled around the parks of the city at night, ditching his clothes in favor of his 'costume' for his hunts. It wasn't much of one; black briefs that barely had enough room for his dick down the front of them, and if it was rainy, a pair of sandals to keep his pads out of the muck and mud. That was all he needed.
Tonight, though, it was dry, and his bare feet padded along the paved paths, his eyes glinting as he looked from shadow to shadow for some new prey. It had been too long since he'd added to his...collection.
The red and white fox must have been walking for at least an hour beneath the moonlight before he spotted someone. Instinctively, he ducked into the shadows just off the park path, peering through the leaves of a bush as the newcomer passed by.
Mmmm, now what do we have here...
Not only a man alone, but a man that looked rather...well-endowed. The Minimizer licked his lips as the deer walked by. Well, deer-hybrid, it seemed; the rabbit ears and the large pair of feet that gave the male's step a unique bounce told him that the stranger was likely a mix of different species. But there was no denying that bulge at his crotch.
Damien grinned as he looked over it, tracing that downward curve with his eyes. Those lycra shorts hid nothing, and it was just about perfect for him. He licked his lips again, imagining just how easily that would disappear.
He's the one...for now.
The fox got to his feet, darting through the shadows of the park. There were many hiding places during the day, and even more at night. For someone like him, there was no chance of being seen when he didn't want to be.
The deer came around the bend of the path just as Damien sat himself down on a park bench. He greeted the deer with a grin, showing just enough teeth to get the walker to slow down, and waved at him.
"Hey, do you got a minute?"
As usual, the deer slowed down further. They always did, finding someone else in the park at night. Only the worst assholes kept walking, and they were the ones that...
But there was no need to think about that. The deer came to a stop by the bench, and looked down at him. Damien looked back, resting one hand on the back of the bench, and the other on his thigh.
"You know, I've been looking around this park, and I've been getting myself more and more lost. You got a minute to give a guy some directions?"
"I...Well, I guess I do."
"Great."
Damien leaned back, letting his shorts squeeze down on his package a little bit, and stretching his arms and legs out at the same time. He kept it casual, but even as his eyes narrowed to slits, he kept his attention on the walker. Where would he stare, he wondered; they all did, showing what they were interested in. Some took a good, long look at the fox's thick bulge, while others liked to look over his lean muscles. Some stared at his ass, and some -
Hmm hmmm, now isn't that interesting?
Some - few enough, but some - did what the deer was doing. As the fox continued his stretch, keeping up the appearance of being distracted, the deer was looking down at his feet. He wiggled his toes, 'incidentally' so, and the deer's bulge got that much thicker, that much more prominent.
Mmm, most excellent...most wonderful indeed.
"Ugh...sorry. I needed that stretch. Come on, take a seat."
"Oh, I'm fine. I just -"
"Take a seat."
Just enough teeth, there, just enough to make sure that the deer felt like it would be nicer to stay on his good side. As soon as he sat down, Damien slipped his own body up along the top of the bench. He sat on the curve that should have supported one's back, and put his feet down on the deer's legs.
"Sorry about that. Just been walking for a long time. So sore."
"I-it's okay..."
I'm sure it is, you little foot lover...
He wiggled his toes, knowing that his musk was starting to filter up to the deer's mind. Half of the point of walking around barefoot all the time was to keep the musk growing stronger. Socks soaked it up, and shoes kept getting saturated in it, leaving nothing for when he needed to use it on others. When bare, though...
Damien grinned at the flaring nostrils, knowing the deer was taking it in. Maybe he thought he was being sneaky, but there was no hiding that.
Curling his toes a bit against those lycra shorts, he made small talk, keeping the deer distracted as the musk started to do its work. Gradually, those shorts started tenting upwards, that bulge getting bigger and bigger against the bottoms of his feet. The tip of the bulge ground against his pads as the deer's speech came to a grinding halt, those bright eyes drooping as the scent got deeper and deeper into his mind.
"Hehehe..."
The Minimizer curled his toes a little higher, tugging at the waistband of the deer's shorts. It didn't take long to yank them down, revealing that lovely, thick cock. It had to be a good nine inches long, and thick enough to be quite a stretch for whatever male happened to be playing with it.
Not for long, though.
Damien pulled his feet back, but only for a moment, only long enough to pull his own shorts down. His cock flopped out, about an inch longer than what the deer sported, but much thicker. He groped at it, squeezing the knot already growing at the base, and started teasing it as he brought his feet back to the deer's crotch.
"Hehehe, that's it. Just let me play with that for a bit. You know you want it, little deer."
The walker barely managed a moan as the villain started working over his crotch, teasing that thick shaft with his toes, grinding his pads along the sides. Damien grinned as he felt each little pulse through the long, fleshy shaft, feeling the heartbeat increase with each little stroke he gave.
Adjusting his feet, he brought one up to the tip of the deer's cock, pressing against the head. As he curled his toes around it, he brought his other foot down, down against those heavy looking balls.
And then...then he used his power.
He pushed down on those balls, nudging and slightly squishing them beneath his toes. The fox felt them flatten slightly, pushing against the crotch, only for the pleasant tingle of his power to go through them. He nudged them again, and again, and bit by bit, the heavy orbs started to lighten. They shrunk, as if they were getting pushed back into the deer's body by the gentle pressure of the fox's feet.
As he pushed more and more, shrinking away the deer's sac, his own began to plump up. Further down it sagged, pulling between his legs and dangling down over the back of the bench. Damien grinned.
"That's it. Surrender that manhood to me. You know that you don't really need it; it's such a waste, with an ass like that, and feet like those. It's so much more suited to me, to have those inches and that lovely sac."
It only took a few more nudges to shrink those balls away, pushing them deep into the deer's body. Admittedly, the remaining cock was quite eye catching in its own right, but it no longer looked complete.
And Damien planned to take even more. His grin turned to a smirk as he brought his foot back up, grinding the pads along the tip of the deer's shaft. Every little push brought it a little further down, a little closer to the cervine's crotch. The tingles spread, and he could feel the pre running rampant over that shrinking shaft. It soaked up his toes, leaving them slicker and wetter, and he stroked all the faster for it.
Hehehe, he's dooming himself, here.
The Minimizer stroked his cock harder, faster as he felt it absorbing the deer's inches, feeling it get thicker and thicker as well as longer and longer. In short order, it surpassed his ability to squeeze it, too thick for his hand to wrap around, and his knot was growing in proportion.
Nine inches had become five, but he couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. He pushed more, holding one foot behind the shaft while the other ground against the tip. Back and forth, back and forth, like he was dragging his foot over a doormat, he ground away that cock. He pushed it down, shoving it back into the deer's body the way that he had done with his balls, and taking everything for himself.
Not once did the mind-zonked cervine disagree with his treatment, and not once did he squirm or shudder. If anything, he moaned louder than ever as his cock was taken away, his eyes glazed over and his body trembling like someone on the very edge of orgasm.
Soon, there was barely more than two inches left, a little stub of what the deer had once had. Damien, on the other hand, was massive. His cock was almost fifteen inches long, now, and so thick that it threatened to drag him forward off of the bench if he leaned forward too much. The fox grinned, knowing that only a few horses would have bigger manhoods than him at this point.
For a moment, he was tempted to leave the deer with that little thing. Leave him with a reminder of the dangers of the night.
But no...no, the Minimizer had other plans.
With a grunt, he pushed down hard, stealing away those last two inches. In its place, a feminine slit opened, and a gush of liquid came squirting out of it, the first of the deer - no, the doe's - new orgasms.
"Heh...such a good slut. Come on...I've always wanted a new breeding bitch..."
The End