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Zandaro vs The Lads

By Danath

Freebies Vol. 73: Super SynTech (May/June 2019)

Zandaro © Korboryn

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Alarm bells rang throughout the facility. Muscular guards in black jumpsuits wearing helmets and body arms fought against the stream of white-coated lab researchers and scientists struggling down the hallway in the opposite direction. The underground bunker in the far northwest corner of the SynTech campus lay almost a thousand feet underground and was supposed to be impregnable.

Nobody told that to the trio of villains rampaging through the darkened corridors, smashing through security barriers and steel doors on their way to their target. In the control room, panicked SynTech employees evacuated as explosions shook the bunker. From loudspeakers mounted in the riveted corridors, a friendly male voice spoke the same sentence in different languages on a loop:

"There is an emergency. Please exit the bunker using your nearest designated escape route. This is not a drill. Hay una emergencia..."

Lights flickered out, then drifted back on as emergency power filtered through the disrupted grid to the huge underground complex. Home to some of SynTech's more sensitive scientific research, the secret facility held secrets that no villain should know about, let alone get their hands on.

"Almost there, lads," a stocky, muscular brown and black draft horse grunted. A dark green kilt hung around his hips as he used a fearsome, sharp-edged claymore to slice open a solid steel security gate. "Remember, it's X093, and if you even think about opening it, I'll kill you myself before it does!"

On either side of the massive, ten-foot-tall battleworn stallion, a pair of smaller, though still impressively large, henchmen nodded. The one on the left was a polar bear with a hard, slightly round belly and arms thicker than his thighs. He laughed as he ripped a section of utility conduit out, sending a cascade of power failures through the security systems in the area. The bear's muscular torso was wrapped in a furtight one-piece suit similar to what a wrestler or weightlifter might wear. It was solid black with a bright yellow electric trim. When the polar bear's fist crunched into the wall particularly heavily, the suit flickered with electrical energy that transferred down into the closed fist, accelerating the force and smashing anything he struck into pieces.

The other hired goon showed slightly more finesse. He was about seven feet tall, a foot shorter than the polar bear, but he weighed probably the same thanks to his broad and massive legs. The kangaroo's grin lit up the darkness as he reared back on his tail at the next gate. Muscles popped through his pelt all across his body, rippling in succession as the tail crinkled against the metal floor. The base was nearly as wide as his rumpcheeks, which were squeezed in tight by the flashy, glittery purple and gold bikini bottom barely containing the powerful kangaroo's muscular lower body. His feet powered forward, smashing the wall and shearing the riveted metal plate, taking a shortcut past the next security setup by going through a lab instead. Smoke and gas swirled around the three muscular, evil-looking males as they strode through the lab, hot on the heels of the fleeing employees. The stallion in the center didn't even bother to move the lab tables out of the way as he powered through, crushing them to pieces with his muscular thighs and disintegrating them under his massive hooves, each of which was nearly three feet across.

The whole bunker shuddered as they smashed their way across, ignoring what few security forces tried to resist their steady advance. Bullets, tranq darts, stun guns, and even explosives had little or no effect, while the security forces found themselves easily knocked out of the fight whenever one of the three brutes tossed a table or part of a wall at them. The kangaroo bounced off the walls, literally, jumping side to side and twisting midair, hopping horizontally so fast the security guards couldn't get a bead on him before he thudded his massive feet into their chests and knocked them out cold. The claymore-wielding stallion didn't so much fight as bellow and charge, wild eyes bulging as he took off after every scared guard he came across, while the one-piece wearing polar bear spread his paw across the floor, sending jagged lightning shooting through the metal places to shock the guards right out of their boots.

They were nearly to their target when a final obstacle appeared, bringing them to a sneering halt.

The dragon was fit, there was no denying it. He didn't match up to the stallion in terms of pure beef, but there weren't many who did. Fine overlapping scales of a cerulean blue ran down his shoulders, neck, and backside, growing larger and thicker over his spine and the base of his tail. Bright green eyes set into small ridges at the end of a wide, toothy blue muzzle studied the three intruders furiously. Gold bracelets about half a foot long clamped around the muscular male's forearms and lower shins, above the large, taloned feet. Broad shoulders led into huge and well-developed pecs, each smooth and nipple-less muscle flexing in anticipation of the fight to come. Below, the scales reduce in size, tighter and smaller to provide a more supple and flexible array across his cream-colored belly, which ripples and shifts across the incredible definition of his abdominals and obliques. Crossing the tops of his pecs was a golden neck guard covered in intricate carvings and shapes like the gauntlets he wore. It wrapped around the back of his neck and covered the front, extending in a circular shape towards his sternum. Darker blue ridges of bone covered in fine scales ran down the back of his head and neck, two of them, each starting from the base of a pair of back-turned white horns above his eye sockets. The bone ridges merged near the base of his tail and ran all the way down to the twisting, pointy tip at the end.

"So you three are causing all this trouble, huh?" the dragon said, dropping into a fighting stance, fists up. "Huh. I thought there'd be more of you considering the racket you're making."

The stallion's bellowed laughter echoed down the darkened hallways. Off in the distance, something important and valuable exploded, sending a waft of smoke down the cross-hallway between the dragon and the three supervillains.

"Well, well! Finally, SynTech sends someone serious about a fight!" he said, turning his claymore upside down and driving the point into the metal floor. He leaned forward, resting his incredible forearms on the hilt, as his huge lips sneered down at the smaller dragon. "Well, half-serious, if they only sent one. Who wants to take him on?"

The polar stepped forward quicker than the kangaroo, who grunted and shook his head. "Fine, but if you take too long, I'm jumpin' in! I've been wanting to use my special move all night!"

The muscular bear grunted. "Keep dreaming. This dragon's gonna go down harder than your mother did last night."

The kangaroo's feet tensed and he made to jump towards the bear's back, but the stallion's huge arm dropped in front of him. The villain leaned back on his tail and seethed as he watched the bear advance on the blue-scaled male.

"I'm Ice Bolt," he grunted, squaring up with the muscular dragon. "Wonder if you'll last even 8 seconds with me, shrimp."

"Nice to meet you, Ice Bolt," the dragon said, his silky voice echoing down the hall past the other two muscular villains. "I'm Zandaro, and if you turn yourself in now, things will go a lot better for you."

The polar bear's laugh was followed by a growl as he bared his teeth. "Fuck you, hero," he grunted, both fists crackling with electric energy. "Time to put you in your place!"

The huge bear lurched forward, surprisingly fast for such a stocky and powerfully muscled ursine. As fast as he was, though, the dragon was faster, and nimbly stepped to the side, narrowly avoiding a direct strike to the side of his muzzle. He tipped his jaw up as he leaned back and slashed his arm to the side, driving the heel of his palm direction into the polar bear's solar plexus.

"Hhhhoooouaa-"

The bear dropped to his knees and Zandaro dropped back a few feet, wary of counterattacks. "Again, it'd be better for you if you gave up now and stopped trying to steal whatever it is you're after," the dragon said, an infuriating calm smugness in his voice. "No matter how big you are, you can't beat me, so there's no point in us fighting."

The polar roared again and lurched to his feet, recovering quickly from the strike. He narrowly missed the dragon's head with his first punch, but the second one following right after connected with the side of the dragon's ribs. At the same time, though, Zandaro's food shot out, and as he was punched straight into the wall behind him, his foot slammed into the bottom of the polar's muzzle with a satisfying thunk.

Zandaro hit the wall and moaned as he slid to his rump, dazed momentarily from the hit to both the wall and his side. The polar, though, was in far worse shape and had fallen back with his paw around his bloody nose.

"Mogfubber broke muh bose!" he growled, eyes narrowing on the dragon. "It bust bealed brom last time!"

The huge draft horse laughed, body shaking with amusement as the dragon slowly got to his feet and shook himself off.

"Who's next?" the scaled male asked defiantly. "How about you, big boy?"

The draft horse's laughter ceased at that and his huge brow furrowed, shifting the black hair and mane drifting around his massive head. The stallion did not enjoy being talked to like that by a hero. It made him mad... very mad.

"I've got this, boss," the kangaroo said, hopping forward off his tail. "Shoulda let me handle this from the start."

The polar bear's menacing growls echoed down the metal corridor as the kangaroo casually strolled towards Zandaro, while the draft horse's tense and powerful backside relaxed as he leaned against his sword once more.

"I really wish you'd listen to my advice about giving up now," Zandaro said matter-of-factly as he circled the 'roo.

"I really wish you'd shut the hell up and eat my foot!"

The kangaroo's tail squeezed into the wall behind him like an accordion, then sprung forward, launching the massive villain's lower body feet-first towards the dragon. Zandaro's eyes narrowed as he moved to the side, this time reaching out with both arms and wrapping them around one of the 'roo's feet as he sailed past. Spinning as hard as he could, the dragon's biceps bulged and burned as it took all of his effort to whip the kangaroo's massive legs around and send him flying back up the hallway right into the polar bear, sending them both tumbling back behind the unamused stallion.

"Bucking shit, by bose!" the kangaroo cried out.

The dragon panted. He was tired already, the stallion could tell. Not much of a hero if he couldn't last a whole fight. Leaving his claymore behind, the enormous equine grunted as he stomped his massive hooves into the steel plates below, until he towered over the dragon a few feet away.

"Don't bother asking me to give up now," he said, his fingers clenching and unclenching at the air in front of him. The stocky, bulging horse's biceps swelled as he crouched slightly, lowering his center of gravity by a few feet. One hoof scraped across the steel. "Obviously I'm not gonna do anything stupid like that."

"I didn't expect you to," the dragon said. "Too bad, but don't blame me later and say I didn't give you a chance."

The stallion's long tail flicked across his massive hips where the kilt pulled tight across his hide. He didn't like this dragon. The cocky attitude in a three versus one situation, outsized and outgunned, and still playing brave? It didn't just annoy him, in fact. It made him want to teach the dragon a lesson.

Cracking his knuckles, the stallion scowled down the bridge of his muzzle. "There's no backup coming. We cut comms and all the exits are sealed. All those lab rats are just milling around trying to figure out how two thousand pound boulders got pushed on top of every hatch leading out of this place."

"That's fine. You can still give up."

"You're asking for the beating of a lifetime," the horse said, his voice a snarl as he drew back his lip. "Gonna be fun to pound some sense into that brain of yours."

"What, a few little guys like the three of you? Yeah, right."

The stallion's nostrils flared, his snort drawing the attention of both of the other two villains, who recognized it immediately as the signal the boss was about to get serious. Whatever the dragon just said, it was the wrong thing to have verbalized in front of the ten-foot-tall muscle shire.

The fight, such as it was, ended in an instant. A scrape of a hoof, a gush of wind, and a ragged moan as the breath was punched right out of the dragon's belly and through his open muzzle. The stallion's right hoof turned up onto its tip, dragging along the steel and sending sparks flying as he skidded to a stop, while the dragon's body ragdolled up the corridor, the inertia of the incredibly powerful punch carrying him several dozen more feet before rolling and tumbling to a stop. The gauntlets, along with his neck and shin guards, shattered noisily into pieces as he lay on the floor in a heap. Even his loincloth has been blown off by the punch, leaving the full, pert, round orbs of his smooth blue backside fully revealed to the three villains. He moaned into the floor, unable to move. Everything hurt, from his ribs to his ankles.

"Yeah, boss! Give ib to him!" the polar bear said, still having trouble speaking through his broken nose.

"One punbch! Increbible!" the kangaroo said, agreeing with the polar on something for once.

Zandaro couldn't do anything but gasp as he felt the stallion's huge hands wrap around his arms and haul him upright, sending waves of pain shooting down his body. His legs dragged along the floor as the draft horse pulled him back towards the intersection where the other two waited.

"What are we gonna do with him, boss?" the kangaroo asked. His eyes flicked to the dragon's body, checking out the muscular hero's wide rump cheeks.

"You're... gonna... give up... turn... yourselves... in," Zandaro gasped, gaining the attention of all three. "They'll go... easy... on you... because... you're... all... so... little..."

A growl in triplicate echoed through the corridors, followed by three snarls and bared sets of teeth.

"I think he's stupid, like he's messed up in the head, boss," the polar said. "Maybe-"

"C'mon, fight me like a real male," the superhero gasped, backside twisting in pain. "You three dickless idiots couldn't steal... candy... from a baby!"

There was a moment of silence, as though preparing to mourn the dead, as the three villains stared with astonishment at the mouthy hero, who was either the bravest or, like the polar suggested, the stupidest they'd ever encountered.

"Dickless?" the kangaroo grunted, stepping forward on his massive legs. "This look dickless to you, fucker?"

A huge red shaft smacked across the dragon's face, knocking his jaw to the side. The kangaroo's stalk flexed, half hard as he gripped the base, swinging it like a bat back and forth across the kneeling superhero's long blue muzzle. The roo's fat sac flopped out of his tight costume as he got harder, his cock stretching and jerking until it was as long as his forearm but much thicker.

"What the fuck, Topper," the polar bear said, though his eyes stayed glued to the sight of the fat pink shaft sliding across the defeated hero's scaly muzzle.

The kangaroo grinned. "What, you never seen this before? The heroes who really just get off on being defeated? They act all tough, but this is what they really want."

The draft horse nodded. "I heard about a hero like that a while back... some otter character. Kept having to get rescued by the real heroes, something about villain cock being the best." The big stallion's eyes turned down towards the limp body of the scaled male kneeling at his hooves. A smile spread over his face.

"What say, lads, how about we take a break from our progress wrecking this place to wreck this hero instead?"

"Yeah, let's give the pervy fucker what he needs!"

"I'm goin' first... don't want you two assholes stretching him out before I get a chance," Topper said. "Besides, this was my idea."

"Whatever, just get on it with. We still have a job to do," the draft horse grunted, though his hand was visibly moving under his dark green kilt.

There was no further foreplay. The kangaroo, given permission, quickly shoved the dragon's chest forward into the bear's arms with directions to hold him up. The roo's legs spread as he grabbed his fat cock with both hands and lined his tip up with the dragon's exposed rump, pressing in firm until he felt the resistance of the dragon's ring.

"Nngg... give... up... small-timers..." the blue-scaled male groaned, only for his words to end in a deep and desperate howl as the kangaroo's thick shaft surged forward, stretching him open with a violent, hard thrust. The dragon's knees buckled as he clenched around the unfamiliar pole lodged deep inside and twisted in the bear's arms, only to feel hands and claws on the back of his head, shoving his muzzle down towards the fat and stubby black stalk pushing against his muzzle.

"Open up," the polar bear grunted, reaching down to pry open the dragon's jaws with his claws. "If I feel a single tooth, you're gonna regret the day you were born, hero."

Within moments, the dragon's muscular body twisted, contorted, distended by two massive cocks. The kangaroo's longer, leaner shaft stroked deep into his guts as the polar bear's thicker, shorter staff stretched his cheeks and pumped into his throat, filling his long muzzle completely. Between his legs, Zandaro's arousal stretched upwards. The pale blue skin of his maleness stretched taut as he grew fully hard, throbbing and dripping as the two enormous dicks sawed him in half, leaving pre-cum messes to run down his scales.

"Fuck, his ass is so good, holy shit," the kangaroo moaned. "I can't believe how... oh, fuck, he's clenching again!"

Intrigued, the draft horse pulled his kilt away, dropping it onto the floor next to his hoof. His placed a huge hand on the kangaroo's shoulder and lightly tugged him backwards, forcing the muscular roo to stumble back and drag his cock free of the grunting, gasping superhero.

"Go share his muzzle with Ice Bolt. Time for Iron Jack to do his thing. Thanks for warming him up, though."

Disappointed at his loss of ass privileges so quickly, but knowing better than to argue with the stallion, the muscular roo leaned in against the polar bear, hip to hip and side to side, and angrily forced his fat cock into the dragon's stretched muzzle alongside the thick black polar bear stalk. Zandaro's muzzle stretched, jaw aching and cracking as both well-hung males fought for space in the back of his muzzle.

"Hey! You mind? Wait your turn, fucko!"

"Screw you, he's got enough room for both anyways!"

As the two henchvillains argued, both dicks deep in the groaning dragon's well-used throat, the draft horse's incredible shaft smacked across the blue backside with a wet slap. Ice Bolt and Topper fell silent as they stared in awe at Iron Jack's flared, mottled pink and black length, easily as thick around as the dragon's hips. It even featured a full medial ring that pulsed as his warm shaft stretched up between Zandaro's shoulder blades.

"Fuck, boss, where'd you hide that thing?" the polar said.

"Mind your own business," was all the stallion said as he gripped his shaft just under the head and pushed it down against the dragon's backside. Zandaro could do little but try to clench as the oversized cock flatted and squeezed forward betwen his cheeks, the flares ridges working their way deeper inch by inch, until the stallion's huge tip pushed in against his hole, dimpling his entire thick rump.

"Oh, shit, feel that tongue... oh, ohhh!"

The stallion's fingers dug into the muscular dragon's hips, dragging him backwards and forcing the bear and kangaroo to keep up if they wanted their dicks to remain plunged deep in the dragon's drooling, cum-soaked muzzle. The hero twitched, body flexing and contorting in their grips as the incredible stallion cock opened the flexible dragon. The fat, pulsing horsecock thickened, hardening up as the draft horse's huge chest heaved, pecs bouncing, biceps bulging with each short, hard, heavy thrust. The big male's tail flicked behind him as he closed his eyes. He hadn't been able to fit inside someone like this in too long. Ignoring the continued squabbling of the bear and roo, the draft horse focused on fitting as much of his aching, hard horse cock as deep as he could go, until the dragon's belly stretched outwards, clearly showing the outline of the flare through his abs. The thick masculine ridged dragged away, back out of the clenching and shuddering draconic hips, only to spear forward, audibly stretching the gagging, wriggling hero and forcing him deeper onto the two enormous arousals pumping into his muzzle, leaving his face covered in thick and sticky pre-cum. The stallion's fingers clenched around his hips, his hands almost large enough to completely encircle the powerful (though not powerful enough) little dragon's belly. He could feel the weight and thickness of his massive horsecock shoving outwards against his fingers through the strained muscles of the gurgling hero and sighed with pleasure as the silky walls milked his oversized maleness.

The dragon surprised everyone by pushing backwards, trying to get more of the huge horse inside him.

"What a slut," the roo groaned, holding onto one of the hero's horns, keeping the male's head extended and throat straight for easy plowing. His fur slid against the polar bear as they alternated pumping their stalks down the swallowing muzzle.

"I can't believe he's going for more... I can't believe the boss is that hung..."

"You said it... but holy fuck, this is the best throat I've ever had..."

The stallion ignored the comments as he focused on one thing and one thing only: giving the hero exactly what he asked for. The huge shire snorted, fetlocks shifting and flowing around his enormous three-foot-wide hooves as he moved back and then leaned forward, letting his rippling, chiselled lower belly squeeze into the back of the dragon's upturned head, forcing him down to the hilt of both the roo and polar bear. The remaining feet of the enormous horsecock flexed upwards, curling as it encountered resistance within, only for a gut-wrenching moan of satisfaction to waft, muffled and satisfied, from the dragon's stretched gullet. The flare distended outwards, stretching the dragon's stomach almost to the floor beneath him, as the muscular hero's thighs twitched, seizing up and flexing, starting a ripple of clenching and swallowing and squirming as his pale blue thickness fired shot after shot of dragon juice onto the metal plates beneath and his own distended belly.

"Oh, fuck, I can't... I'm gonna..."

"Oh, shit, I don't care if our balls are touching... this is too... fuckin... ooooh!"

A resounding, deep whinny turned into a chuff and snort as the entire stiff length of the massive stallion's flared cock stretched outwards, the urethra alone outlined from base to flare by the dragon's stretched thin scales. The slightly curved length slapped down, actually bouncing off the floor before the first gush of hot seed propelled down his incredible length sloshed into the dragon's stomach, instantly hiding the massive flare. Zandaro's throat, though not as stretched as his aching hips, squeezed and squirmed around the fat polar shaft and the longer, narrower roo cock, milking each for all he could as they clutched at his head and neck, hips shuddering as they strained to keep themselves buried as deep as possible in the unending pleasure of the dragon's throat.

Before the stallion's second load could stretch its way past the dragon's clenching tail hole and into his swollen body, his belly shrank. The flared head of the stallionhood impaling him came back into clear relief against his cream-colored belly. Somehow, all that potent, virile horse spooge seemed to melt away into nothing, at least for a moment. After that moment, the dragon began to grow.

The growth was obvious to all three villains. The roo stared, muzzle hanging open and drooling over the dragon's head as he watched muscles stretch and ripple and flex, shoulders widening before his eyes. The polar bear's claws scraped down the smooth blue scales, feeling them thicken and harden, tougher and stronger than before as the muscles packed in below to compensate for the extra weight. The stallion noticed perhaps most of all as the muscles in the dragon's abdominals and obliques squeezed in around his flare and stalk, providing perhaps the most gloriously tight, hot, shifting rubbing stroking he'd ever felt in his life, and the orgasm he was already in the midst of blew away in the wake of the higher sensations. His heavy brown and black orbs jostled against his shivering, massive thighs as he dug his fingers into the growing flesh of the hero underneath him, unable to pull away as the pleasure intensified.

By the third load, fourth load, fifth load, Zandaro gained a half foot each time. Even after all three villains felt like their balls could no longer fire, they found great spouts of jizz rocketing up their heaving, thrusting erections, churning in their boiling nuts as the dragon's muscles swelled. The dark blue scales round his neck and the ridges on his head deepened as his bones creaked and stretched, while the fibrous, powerful muscles wove with the thickening tendons inside his arms and legs to enable truly incredible feats of strength. His backside shifted, a darker blue stripe of heavily armored scales running down his spine in a stripe, while the prominent abdominals and obliques on his sides came into clearer and clearer relief despite the continued bulge of the flared horsecock lodged deep within.

The stallion tried to stop himself, tried to stop thrusting in as hard as he could, tried to pull his oversized cock from the warm and inviting tail hole... but he couldn't. The villain's body just wouldn't listen to his increasingly frantic brain as he realized where all the huge shots of spooge bloating the dragon's muscles and growing him larger by the second were coming from: his own body. The stallion's eyes bulged as his hips wiggled forwards, still seeking to penetrate deeper, even as the walls appeared to grow taller around him. Soon he was as tall as the polar had been, only now the polar bear was closer to six feet in height, while the dragon was up to nine and still going strong.

The incredibly pleasurable, mind-numbingly powerful milking continued, only getting better and tighter and hotter and wetter as his huge maw stretched, more easily able to accommodate a pair of thick cocks. His tongue tip swirled around the bases of the pink and black shafts, teasing into their sheaths and toying with their roiling nuts.

"Mmmmffff, feel that?" he mumbled around the shafts. "That's why... mmfffff... you should have given up before! All your... mmfff... all your muscle... is mine!"

The polar bear was the first to drop. He fell backwards, skinny arms and shaggy pelt a heap of white fur on the steel plated floor. He was down to five and a half feet in height, and while he'd lost mass nearly everywhere, there were two places he hadn't, and one that felt even larger than before. The skinny, shaggy polar bear's new twink body featured the same fat, thick black cock and full balls he had before, now appearing massively oversized for his new shorter frame, but his rump spread across the metal, soft and squishy and plump, with some muscle left in his glutes deep below the plush fur, just enough to keep his rump tight and perky. He groaned, black claws stroking down his narrow chest towards his cock, now dry as a bone despite the jerking, orgasmic sensations it sent through his lust-addled mind.

The kangaroo lasted only a few moments longer, leaving the massive dragon's tongue free to wash around his muzzle and face, stretching all the way up to his horns, cleaning every drop of seed and trace of musky maleness. The roo fell heavily onto his backside, which, helped by the enormous thighs he still had, was even larger than the polar bear's. The fat tush squeezed around the broad base of his tail, able to completely envelop it in the stretchy rump cheeks. His cock, too, was the same, thicker than his wrist and able to stretch well past his nipples now thanks to his much reduced height. The roo's dark brown fur shifted across his lean shoulders and narrow belly, which fattened considerable towards his hips to accommodate the enormous rump, which from certain angles looked almost as wide as he was tall.

The stallion lasted longer, until he was under six feet in height. The dragon's muscular body flexed, herculean, god-like, a deity of power and muscle laid bare, taking and taking and taking every little bit of Iron Jack's masculine body, converting it into his own or storing it in his balls as potent, protein-filled jizz. Over twelve feet tall, Zandaro was nearly six feet wide at the hips. His refrigerator-like form held thousands of pounds of pure, solid dragon muscle, all of it clearly and plainly showing through the taut pattern of scales coating his body. His hips wiggled teasingly, sliding back and forth, easily taking the stallion's immense cock to the hilt of his own accord now. He even leaned up and back, shifting his hips slightly so that the stallion felt the enormous blue scaled rump flatten down around his midsection. The dragon's large tail wrapped around the shrunken male's chest and neck, pinning his arms and holding him still as the much, much larger superhero leisurely stroked his hips up and down the flexing, thick horsecock piercing his hole.

"Done so soon?" the enormous blue dragon said, his voice a low, sultry bass. He pulled his tail away, satisfied he'd emptied the criminal completely. The stallion's cheeks huffed outwards as he fell free of the dragon's rump at long last, his enormous shaft stretching over his chest and shoulder to pulse warmly against his own long cheek, dry as a bone, milked for every drop, just like the other two.

Zandaro stood - well, crouched, in the intersection of the hallway, grunting as his fingers stretched out, stroking around enormous, powerful maleness jutting from his hips. The pale blue length was thick, thicker than any of the three twinky, well-hung femboys laying on the floor around him, and almost a third as tall as the dragon himself. It bobbed in the air above his incredible thighs, occasionally rising to rub against his smooth, bulging pecs, each flex stretching his skin and scale to the limit as he breathed in deep, reveling in all the energy and power he absorbed from the three villains.

"You know, I sure luck out on assignments sometimes," the dragon said, shivering as a bolt of lust tingled through his massive, stretched ballsac, which was so huge at the moment it hung well past his knees and wrapped around the outside edges. "You three are good fighters, I'll give you that, but you're even better at fuckin'. Thanks for the muscle. I was runnin' low."

A few groans, pitiful and weak, echoed from the shire, who's incredible cock and deflated sac now controlled a good proportion of his total body weight. Stomping over, the enormous dragon leaned over, re-enacting the scene from earlier when he'd been punched dozens of feet by the stallion. He wrapped his paws around the male's hips and lifted, pulling him into the air, until the smooth, bulbous, round cheeks of the twinky stallion's backside rested against the tip of his shaft, while the horse's enormous shaft and sac pulled him downwards towards the floor.

"No reinforcements... no way in or out... no communication?" the muscle-hero asked, his velvet voice sending thrills of lust and fear in equal measure through the newly feminized villains. "Lu-cky!"

The stallion's muzzle opened in a high-pitched whinny as the enormous dragonstalk reversed their roles from only a short while before, stretching his belly and sending aching jolts of desperate carnal desire through both of their shivering bodies. The dragon's hypercharged senses and arousal heightened his lust as he sent his long tongue down, curling around the stallion's muzzle before plunging inside, filling his cheeks as his cock pumped harder, deeper, rougher, much to the villain's delight.

Former villain, thought Zandaro, each thrust sending a small quake through the complex as Topper and Ice Bolt watched, unable to move, as the shire's enormous cock flopped up and down, his whinnies of need begging for more, echoing through the semi-destroyed structure, as the enormous, powerful dragon leaned down, shoving his hips and the stallion into the floor, properly burying his cock in the twitching femboy.

"Don't worry, lads," he said, borrowing the term he heard the villain formerly known as Iron Jack use. "You'll get your turn right after I'm done with the cute pony here. In the meantime, make your useless hides useful and get your muzzles on my balls!"

The end