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Quetza's Quest

Written by QuetzaDrake(of course)

WARNING!: The following story will, at points, contain some violent content, some sort of slapstick comedy and hilarity, a few curse words, and sexual content. This particular section of the story contains good ol' fashioned sexual intercourse (gasp!), a macro (oh my!), cock vore (golly!), cock and balls growth (wow!), unbirthing (jiminy!), and massive spooge inflation (f***!).

So, basically, if you find this story, and you're seriously not a fan of mine or someone like me, you're gonna probably want to stay clear. Just sayin'. I don't want any bible-humpers on my case. You got your own Bible-fetish sites, and I suggest you stick to them. Kay, that's it.

Chapter 7: Way to Bang that Chick, Quetza.

Last time, Quetza was transformed into a land-jellyfish by the evil yet easily-exposed Sorceress of the Lake! Luckily, Quetza was able to, ah-heh, convince the kitty cat to transform him back to normal! We join them in the middle of intercourse. ... ... ...Wait, what?!

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"Ahn! Ahn! Uhn! Yes!"

"Should I go faster?"

"Oh God, yes! Yes!!"

"Is that a yes as in go faster or are you just making noises?"

"JUST FUCK ME YOU TWIT!"

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......Ah, well, yes. Um. Anyway, after that, we join the two properly, in the Sorceress's kitchen, sipping tea. The Sorceress placed a plate of crumpets on the table, whereupon Quetza's magnetic face quickly pulled and joined with them. The feline wizard woman smirked slightly at the odd behavior of that ol' lovable dragon. She took a seat and waited for Quetza to finish. Quetza soon jerked his head up, gasping for air and escaping from the sea of pastry goodness.

"You're an interesting one," the cat said.

"Mmrf mrmfle mrf mm!" Quetza replied. The sorceress giggled. She was growing to enjoy his random antics. She was even, dare I say, falling in love? Colon lowercase o? When she had recovered from her most incredible encounter with the army of land-jellyfish, she discovered she had the biggest fetish for being big and was a total size queen. She couldn't fool herself anymore; she loved every single moment that she was getting bigger and bigger, and thanks to this quizzical dragon boy, she had found true pleasure in her life.

Quetza finished the tasty delights and leaned back in the chair, content to be back to normal and full of deliciousness. The sorceress cleared her throat to get Quetza's attention. This failed, of course, so she attempted once more. Then again.

"You know, you should probably drink some water if there's something stuck in your throat."

"You idiot, I'm trying to get your attention!" The feline then hit Quetza with a large paper fan. This resulted in an 'ouch', then a 'sorry', and finally a 'whatchew want?". The sorceress replied, "You said you were on a quest before I, eheh, did that thing to you?"

This got Quetza's attention immediately, perking him up quite nicely. "Yes! I need to complete five tasks so I can get my wings!" The cat nodded, then asked, "So what's that got to do with me?"

Quetza rebutted, "The orbymajigger said the third task was to seek help from you! And, um..." Quetza paused, then sat back, scratching his chin. After a long, awkward moment of tearing off chinscales, Quetza shrugged and laughed nervously. "...he didn't really explain how."

The sorceress looked at Quetza cock-eyed for a second before scratching her head and making a "hum" noise. Y'know, that noise you make when you're thinking. Oh, wait, you wouldn't know, because you don't think! Hahahahaha! ...Sorry, I say things I don't mean sometimes. Anyway, after a moment, the feline snapped her fingers.

"Oh, I know how I can help you! Wait here a moment."

"I can't wait a moment! My ADD will kick in and-- ooh, shiny red yo-yo!" Quetza tied the loop around his middle finger and let it drop. It clattered to the floorboards, where Quetza attempted raising it back up but only succeeding in letting more string out, resulting in a stationary yo-yo and a lot of knots. The sorceress rolled her eyes and walked off. A few minutes later, the cat returned, finding Quetza gnawing on her houseplant.

"H-Hey! Don't eat that!" the cat picked up her broom and swatted the dragon with it. Quetza yelped and curled up in the corner, trembling. The cat sighed and threw the broom off-screen. She then revealed that what she went to get: a phial of milky-white liquid. Quetza made a cute little 'ooh' noise, clasping his hands and doing that weird wiggly-eye thing.

"Wazzat? Izzat your moocow juice?" asked the curious drake. Another paper-fanning to the face! The cat smirked, replying, "Don't you worry about what it is. You probably wouldn't remember or care anyway. The point of it is that it'll help you get out of a jam if the need should ever arrive."

"You mean if I get thirsty? Cause that happens a lot and that little tube ain't gonna suffice," stated Quetza. This time the paper-fan actually broke! Somehow! I know, just roll with it.

"I mean in the near future you're going to be in trouble, and this stuff will help you. Just remember: don't drink it willy-nilly," explained the sorceress.

"Aww, but I like drinking things willy and/or nilly! Especially both at the same time!" complained Quetza. This time she hit him with a bat! Excessive!

"I better just teleport you to where you have to go next. So, can you remember where you have to go now?" asked the feline.

"Um... the Matterhorn? Yes, the Matterhorn! I love that ride cause it's like ROLLERCOASTER RIDE GUYS OH CRAP A YETI LOOK OUT! But it's okay, we got away just in time!" Quetza giggled. This time she didn't hit him with anything, for she too liked the Matterhorn ride.

"Oh, wait, no, I have to go to the Motherhorn! Cause that's where a giant kangaroo monster and the Dragon Shrine awaits me!" he proudly proclaimed, having actually correctly recalled something for goddamn once. The feline nodded, and began charging a teleportation spell. After a moment, a ding was heard, signalling the charge was complete. She pointed her palm at Quetza, both of which began to glow a red color. Quetza looked down at his glowy self and immediately panicked.

"OH GOD I'M ON FIRE HELP HELP!!" he cried, furiously patting at his clothing in hopes of putting it out. The cat rolled her eyes.

"Stop that, you idiot. It's just my spell. Now, calm down and listen." She walked over to Quetza and kneeled down slightly so she was eye-level with the sitting dragon. She continued, "Look, I... what I did, I don't think I can ever make it up for you, but... well... what you did, it was... amazing. The best thing ever. And, uh... I'd... I'd really..." The cat looked away, a hint of red seeping through her fur.

All of a sudden, Quetza leaped out of the chair and started swatting at the girl's face. "DEAR MOSES THE FIRE'S GETTING ON YOUR FACE!!" The cat shrilly screamed as the dragon patted her cheeks as the blush grew from the fact this guy was on top of her. "IT'S SPREADING, SPREADING I SAY!! OH SWEET FUDGE WHAT DO WE DO?!" Quetza yelled, panic-stricken.

A few moments later, Quetza was flat on the ground, a giant slap-mark permanently imprinted in his scales. The cat readjusted her clothes, panting slightly and trying to calm down. Quetza groggily rose, rubbing his injured face. "Oh, oh thank goodness, the fire went out. That was close!"

The cat growled in frustration. The dragon cocked his head quizzically before the cat sighed and once again pointed a glowing palm at him.

"Don't say a word. I want to tell you something, and no you're not fire, quit being terrified." Quetza chuckled nervously, removing the sweat from his brow. The cat resumed, "I love you. It's not just the whole sex thing either. Something about you, you're... you're the most interesting guy I've ever met, and, well..." The cat was beginning to blush once more, but she tried to hide it so the lad didn't start whacking her about the face again. "...I'd like it if we could be together when this whole quest thing of yours is over."

Quetza stared at the feline standing there, robe over her face as though someone just let out a wicked fart. The gears in his head began cranking and suddenly he realized what she was talking about. "Ooooh, okay. Sure, yah, that'd be neato torpedo, madam."

The cat looked at her love nervously, simply overjoyed but attempting to keep it secret. The little "woohoos" and raising the roof didn't help. She regained her composure after a moment, then the spell began to take effect. Quetza was quickly being overtaken by the red glow, until finally he was completely enveloped.

"My name's Emma. Don't you forget." And Quetza vanished.

Chapter 8: Holy God, That's A Big Mountain! Also, A Big Kangaroo.

Quetza suddenly regained his vision, seeing that he was not on fire anymore. He breathed a sigh of relief and rose to his feet. Our hero now found himself at the base of a large mountain, the biggest mountain he ever saw. Hell, it's probably the biggest mountain you've ever seen, too, unless you like going to big mountains or something. Anyway, Quetza looked up and up and up some more until his eyes saw the summit. He could make out some sort of shape atop it, but at this distance it just looked like some giant kangaroo monster.

"Well, I guess this is the Motherhorn doohickeymajiggerdoodlethingier." He looked at a nearby sign, which stated, "This is the Motherhorn doohickeymajiggerdoodlethingier." Quetza nodded, having been confirmed of his assumption. The drake scanned the area, looking to see how he could ascend this monster of a peak. Thankfully, the ski lift was running!

Quetza waltzed over to the booth and ringed a bell. The clerk looked at Quetza quizzically. "What the hell was that? We don't have a ring for service bell."

"Oh, I brought my own!" replied the young dragon, wagging his little tail, "so, how much to get to the top of the mountain thingy thar?"

"You don't want to go up there," flatly stated the ski lift operator.

"Yeah, I do, and I think it's very rude for you to think that you know what I'm thinking, Mentok!" Quetza frowned, crossing his arms.

The clerk stared at him for a moment, before pushing a button. A little 'clank' noise sounds next to Quetza, where a token has appeared in a dish. "Whatever, put that in the lift and it'll take you up. But don't say I didn't warn you."

"Okay, I won't, cause ya didn't!" Quetza smiled and took the token. He skipped over to the machine and plopped the token in. The lift suddenly sprang to life, creaking and whining and making other pissed-off ski-lift noises. Quetza plopped his butt down in the moving chair and watched himself slowly creeping upward. He whistled to himself, twiddling his fingers, and contemplating how freaking cold it was getting. Slowly the chair rode up the line, every-so-often jostling slightly from the movements of the dragon riding it. As he approached the summit of the Motherhorn, Quetza began pondering on how unsafe these lift chairs really were when you thought about it. I mean, one simple push off and you'd plummet to your--

Quetza suddenly found his face covered in snow, as well as the rest of the front of his body. He groggily rose up, quite sore from the fall and now very cold and wet. The dragon looked around, shivering and wiping the clumps of powder from himself. He had luckily been very close to the summit, and only crashed about 15 feet from where the lift chair had been. It was also flatter, so he didn't tumble down a gigantic mountain, funny as that may have been.

Quetza stood up and brushed the remaining snow from him, then looked up toward the summit. As close as he was, he didn't think the sun would be blotted out this far up. He began climbing up toward the peak, grasping at whatever loose rocks he could. Eventually, Quetza reached a large rock that didn't seem to fit in with the others. For one thing, it was shiny and black, while the others were merely grey and dull. He examined it closely before taking it upon himself to tap on it. By tap on it, I mean hit it repeatedly with a hammer.

It was then Quetza heard the loudest noise he ever heard ever infinity. To him it was just this huge booming noise, like a nuclear warhead exploding in his brain. To the giant kangaroo monster it was a very loud "Ouch!"

Quetza flew down the slope a ways, tumbling and bouncing from the vibration of the mountain and the force the sound had hit him at. He eventually skidded to a halt, nearly reaching the point that the mountain sloped vertically downward. He shook his head, slowly recovering. The drake looked up and saw a very, very big kangaroo holding her large foot and looking at the claw he had been wailing on a few moments before.

The kangaroo had to be at least 300 feet tall. Of course, that was a guesstimation, there was no time to break out the trusty Macro-Ruler to get an accurate reading. It was your typical kangaroo, excepting the whole really-tall part. The thing that'll really get you is the fact that this thing was completely naked. A big, furry, naked kangaroo. Oh, and the kicker? Shi's a hermaphrodite. That's right, not only were there very, very large breasts heaving atop her chest, she also sported a very, very large cock and balls.

Quetza looked at the thing, quite bewildered, as shi nursed the cracked toeclaw. After a moment, the kangaroo looked down at the speck that had caused her pain. Shi crouched down, getting her eyes to about Quetza's level, then gave this simple and logical opening statement: "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!?!"

This, of course, sent Quetza flying into the air, clear of the mountain itself and hovering many, many feet above sea level. He began to plummet, but landed a lot sooner than he thought he would. The dragon boy looked about and saw that the kangaroo herm had caught the tiny guy. Shi brought the dragon up to her muzzle so shi could give him more pieces of her mind.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! That was my toenail you dickhead! I should squish you for even coming up this stupid mountain!" she yelled, Quetza's lips flopping about at the velocity of the wind created by her rant. After she was done making Quetza's face fly off his skull, Quetza took a moment to recover before replying.

"Um...I'm sorry! I didn't know it was your toe?"

"What?! I can't hear you! Speak up!"

"Ow, my ears... Eh, I said I'M SORRY!! I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOUR TOE!!!"

The kangaroo barely heard the little being, but his answer certainly didn't satisfy hir. "Yeah, well, an apology ain't gonna get you out of trouble!"

"That's right!" A new voice joined the incredibly loud one, much quieter. Quetza looked around and saw that somebody was sitting on the kangaroo's shoulder! He took out his trusty binoculars and saw that it was an otter girl. She, either luckily or unluckily, was dressed, and quiet heavily. It appeared she couldn't stand the cold like her giant friend could. The otter ran across the kangaroo's shoulders, then down hir arm and up to Quetza. She got right in his face, as if to say "It's on", and sneered at him.

"Who do you think you are, huh? You can't just come up our mountain and break my girlfriend's nails all willy-nilly!" the otter exclaimed quite loudly, though it didn't destroy Quetza's brain like the previous rant had.

"But I like doing things willy and/or ni...wait, girlfriend?!" Quetza realized suddenly. "How does that even work?!"

The otter harumphed, crossing her arms. "It works very well for your information! We don't need to explain ourselves to you anyway!" She turned toward the kangaroo's face, taking out a megaphone from, well, somewhere. You know how it goes, they reach behind them and there's crap there. Anyway, the otter shouted into the megaphone, "Jen! Let's do Punishment #49!"

The kangaroo nodded.

"P-Punishment?"

The otter grabbed at a tuft of hair on the kangaroo's palm, then clasped onto Quetza's wrist. This confused him, until he suddenly felt like he was falling, very quickly, like he was on the MaxxAir at Cedar Point. The kangaroo was lowering her hand, as well as crouching down. After what seemed an eternity, hir hand stopped. Quetza slammed down into hir palm face-first. He lifted his head, his muzzle looking a bit broken from all the constant falling.

The otter girl let go of the kangaroo's fur, but continued holding Quetza. She dragged him over to the edge of hir palm, and looked up, smirking. Quetza woozily copied the otter's head movement, and was mind-boggled at what he saw.

It was the giant kangaroo's sausage. Oh my yes. At least 35 feet long and 10 feet thick. Doing the math, this is still quite large, even proportionally to the huge roo. Quetza looked down and saw a sea of brown fur, the kangaroo herm's balls. They had to be the size of his bedroom! That's a really large set of sperm factories.

"Wow, I'm suddenly feeling very insecure," stated Quetza, holding his own package and sighing. The otter interrupted Quetza's little moment by grabbing him by the shoulders. "Huh? What're you--?" Quetza suddenly found himself being thrown around as the otter began to spin around, holding onto Quetza tightly. As the otter picked up momentum and Quetza prepped himself for hurling his sammiches, the kangaroo began to prep as well. Shi fondled hirself, hir wang quickly gaining blood and standing to attention. Quetza could make out the very throbbing of the gigantic wang as it neared them, the blood being quite loud to his tiny ears. He didn't think about this long, as the otter was spinning very, very fast, and he was ready to upchuck.

"Punishment #49! Down the Kangaroo Hole Attack!" shouted the otter. She slowed, then suddenly threw her weight forward as she literally sent the dragon flying like a baseball. The dragon cried like a girl as he tumbled through the air at high velocity. Before he could even react, the dragon suddenly ramming into something. Whatever it was, he broke through it and entered a tunnel of some sort. The walls were slick, so they offered little resistance and the dragon didn't show any signs of slowing. After a moment of continued tumbling, he found himself getting bounced around as the tunnel twisted and turned about. Quetza was getting very sick from all this spinning and bouncing, and was all but ready to barf all over the place, but suddenly the tunnel opened up into a large chamber. Unfortunately it opened into it from the top, so Quetza found himself plummeting. Quetza had only a second to take a breath before crashing into a pool of liquid.

Quetza eventually got enough resistance in the liquid to slow to a halt, before he swam back up to the surface. He gasped shrilly as he surfaced, taking deep breaths from the constant screaming and almost-drowning. Eventually he regained his composure and looked around. The chamber wasn't incredibly large, but it was still fairly big. It was fairly dark as well, almost pitch-black. Other than that, the only thing he could tell about his location was that it was filled at least partly with a large pool of some sort of liquid.

"Cripes, I wonder what happened? That otter was spinning me so fast I couldn't tell..." Quetza mused to himself. He wafted about in the liquid, searching for perhaps a platform or raft or something to rest upon. After a few moments of searching, he suddenly heard a loud pounding noise. He shifted his head around, trying to find the source. It seemed someone was knocking on the outside of the walls of wherever he was. Suddenly, a muffled voice cried out.

"Hey! You in there yet?!"

Quetza doggy-paddled in a line until he felt a wall. He knocked on it, then put his ear to it.

"Hahaha, you are! Great! Well, I'm sure you've already deduced where you are!" the voice sneered.

"Huh? Well, no, actually. I was thinking maybe a jacuzzi or my bathtub but--" Quetza explained before being interrupted.

"What?! Are you that stupid?! You're in my girlfriend's balls, you idiot!"

Chapter 9: Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Giant Kangaroo Balls!

Quetza gasped and screamed like a small child, as was his custom. He splashed about, then took it upon himself to pound on the walls of what was apparently the giant kangaroo's ballsack. The voice, presumably the otter, laughed as he panicked.

"Hahahaha! Sounds like you're enjoying yourself! Well, I better tell you what's going to happen! You're not gonna just float in there until you die of exhaustion or drowning, oh no! That's too good for the likes of a moron like you! You see, my girlfriend has a special ability! Her sperm, while in her balls, has the ability to infect any living thing that they come across and alter the very DNA of its cells!"

Quetza continued thrashing about, then halted. After a long pause, he replied, "Huh?"

"It means you're about to become a load of spunk!"

Quetza's eyes widened. He took in a deep breath, then let out the loudest baby-wail that ballsack had ever had the misfortune of hosting. The scrotum literally vibrated as the screech continued for quite some time. The kangaroo let out a soft moan, the vibration actually stimulating hir.

"Oh, Amy, I don't know if I can wait until he transforms!" shi whispered.

The otter patted her on the top of her palm. "Oh, there there, honey, you can do it! Just think about something else! We don't want him coming out early, you know."

Jen (the kangaroo, it was said earlier... don't believe me? Ctrl-F Jen and you'll see, you bastards!) nodded, taking a deep breath.

Meanwhile, Quetza had stopped his squeel of distress and had moved on to the stage where he ponders on what to do. He was clearly in a giant ballsack, where the sperm would soon assimiliate his precious cells into more of them. He know he had to get out, but he knew from the fall that he wouldn't be able to climb his way out. The only way out would be... well, getting her to fire off a few knuckle-children. But how?

Suddenly, he remembered something in the back of his mind. It wasn't clear, but he knew it was important. "C'mon brain, this is probably important! I mean, usually it's something about the weather or where the remote is, but this time it could really help me!" He grunted as he clenched his muscles, somehow thinking this would help him think. The memory slowly came to him, somehow, and a voice in his head began to speak.

...in the near future... Quetza knocked on his brain, growling. "C'mon, c'mon, almost!" ...you're...trouble...this stuff will help you... Quetza gasped! He remembered what he was remembering: what Emma had told him before he started catching on fire! He tried harder, attempting to recollect the entire string of words. ...this stuff will help you...just remember...drink...

Quetza gasped once more, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the phial Emma had given him. "Alright, brain, we're on a roll! Okay, now, anything else?" He grunted again as he clenched and forced blood into his head. ...remember...drink it...willy-nilly... Quetza celebrated with a 'woohoo' and popped the cork off the phial. "Alright, brain, you've come through for me finally! Remind me to give you beer later."

Quetza giggled as he slowly began to tilt the vial of liquid toward his mouth. However, not being too fantastic with hand-eye coordination, the liquid quickly began pouring out and into the semen he was wading in. Quetza gasped for the hundredth time today (seriously, what's up with that? That can't be healthy..).

"Ohnoezers colon left parenthesis! Now I'll never get out of here! Damn you, poor motor skills!" Quetza moped as he floated in the liquid. Suddenly, though, something seemed to be happening. He couldn't quite tell what was going on, but it felt like he was moving upward.

Amy (the otter) looked at her mate. Shi had suddenly seemed distressed and nearly dropped her. She had since climbed onto hir shoulder and was watching Jen fidget and panting. "Jenny?? What's wrong??" the otter asked, concerned.

The kangaroo moaned softly. "I, I don't know...I feel...something doesn't feel...oooh...!" shi managed to choke out before letting out another moan.

Quetza was definitely moving upward now. He was bouncing in the liquid more than he was, and the walls were closing as he neared the ceiling. From what he could gather, the semen level was rising, and quickly. "I wonder what's going on?? Hm... well, maybe I shouldn't question it. If it keeps rising, I'll be able to get to the ceiling and I can climb out of here!"

Amy was rubbing the fur on Jen's neck as the kangaroo was beginning to moan louder. Shi had taken a seat, hir legs giving out as shi fought the urges shi was feeling. She looked down at hir and was amazed at the sight she saw.

Quetza's plan seemed to have a hole in it, or rather, a lack of one. He had successfully stuck his head through the hole leading out of the kangaroo's balls, but had managed to get stuck. He was now clogging the way out, and he could feel pressure building underneath him. "Aw man. Well, I won't ever regret eating Ho-Hos for breakfast everyday!"

Amy stared in amazement as she witnessed her girlfriend's giant balls actually getting BIGGER! She couldn't tell at first, but there was no mistaking it when they started getting closer to her mate's knees. Jen was fighting the sexual urges coursing through hir, sitting on hir hands as shi watched hir ballsack creep along in the snow.

Quetza squirmed, the pressure underneath him getting quite discomforting. He tried pulling himself out, but his fat hips just wouldn't get through the opening. "Damnit! At this rate I'll fire out like a cannonball! And I hate cannonballs, all black and round and heavy. Crush MY foot, will you?!"

Jen couldn't take it anymore. Hir balls were continuing to fill with seed; shi could tell from the sloshing noises they made as she fidgeted and squirmed from the pleasure. Hir balls quickly overrun hir knees and were approaching hir feet. They had to be 50 feet around each by now, and quickly gaining girth. Amy tried talking to hir, to calm hir down in hopes of maybe that helping. "C-Come on, Jen! Think about baseball! Think about construction workers! Think about, uh, uh, Ray Romano! C'mon, this'll pass!"

Seeing that hir pleas were falling on deaf ears, Amy climbed down Jen's torso and down to hir crotch. She didn't exactly know what she could do, but she had to figure something out or her poor girlfriend would pop! She carefully traveresed around Jen's groin, which only served to stimulate the kangaroo further.

Quetza laid still, somewhat irritated that he couldn't get out. Plus, the pressure on his lower half was starting to get painful. He sighed angrily.

Amy managed to hear this sigh, then remembered that that stupid dragon was probably in there, doing something to her poor mate! She growled, angry and rage-filled, but had no time to act as suddenly Jen poked her, sending her toppling over onto hir penis.

"Ooooh, Amy, yes..." shi groaned, Jen's balls reaching hir ankles. They stood level with hir breasts now, and were still getting bigger and tighter. Amy looked up at her love, who had succumbed to the pleasure and was attempting to entice Amy to help relieve her. "Amy, please... help me? I don't know how much more I can hold.." shi cooed, smirking a sort of drunken grin.

"Uh..." Amy wasn't exactly ready to move onto the sexual part of their relationship. After all, she was barely 6 feet tall, which was 5 times smaller than her mate's penis alone! She had of course watched Jen masturbate, and had masturbated in turn (she was quite the microphiliac), but she had never even considered moving on to this stage yet. "I-I don't know, Jen, I don't think I'm ready to do this yet!"

Jen giggled, seemingly high on the euphoria. "Well, if you won't do it willingly, I guess I'll just have to force you..." Amy suddenly found herself picked up by Jen, grabbing the hood of her coat with her thumb and pointer finger. Jen slashed through the center of Amy's layers of clothing with her large claw, exposing her naked body to the elements. Amy gasped as the cold air hit her nudity, and once again as Jen rubbed her cunt with her finger.

"A-Awh God..no-not yet, Jen!" Amy pleaded, rationality still clinging to her mind.

Jen chuckled and slipped the remnants of Amy's clothes off. "I'm sorry, love, but the foreplay will have to wait until next time. My balls feel so tight... I need to relieve the pressure!" Amy felt sick as she was quickly placed on top of Jen's cock.

Quetza, meanwhile, was still stuck. However, he had heard the muffled voices of the two outside. He couldn't understand what they were talking about, though, so he merely kept attempting to get unstuck from the damn vice this hole was.

Amy sat on top of Jen's penis, staring at hir. "J-Jen, it's not going to fit!"

"I beg to differ." Jen suddenly took Amy by the torso and began pulling her down. Amy gasped, both in pleasure and amazement, as somehow, Jen's head was slipping into her! Jen moaned as she screwed Amy onto her cock, pumping it slightly with hir free hand. After a little more encouragement, Amy had managed to take the entire area around her mate's slit into herself. Her hips were distended, her lower half practically twice the width they were before. She panted, a groan escaping through her teeth.

"Oh, is that all? Oh dear oh dear, this won't work... We're gonna have to train your pussy to stretch much farther than that!" Jen grunted as shi felt the pangs of hir balls, now nearly level with hir head and extending past hir toes. "Oh well, *nrgh* this'll have to do..." Jen took one hand and held Amy, then took hir other and placed it around hir penis. Shi then began pumping up and down the length of hir cock, while also twisting Amy around on top of her penis. Both screamed in pleasure, grunting and moaning as the pleasure escalated.

Quetza suddenly found the pressure building even more than it was before, and abruptly popped out of the hole. The hole closed up behind him, though it was throbbing and pulsating. He rubbed his head and looked down at his soaked legs. "Aw man, it looks like I peed my pants!...and my tail!...and my legs!...and everything else! He suddenly felt a gnawing on his leg and looked down. What looked like sperm was biting his leg. He shouted in surprise and started punching at them. The sperm whined and let go, yelping as they retreated to the other corner of the end of the tunnel. Quetza glared at them before climbing up the tube. The sperm growled as he left, but stopped as a rumbling began to quake them.

The couple were both lost in their euphoria, Jen pumping like she was loading an Airsoft gun, and Amy screaming from the extreme pleasure derived from having a 1/16 of a macro's penis in her.

Quetza continued traversing the tunnels he had bounced through before, before the walls around him began shaking and a loud rumbling noise came from behind him.

"Oh god, oh god, Amy you're so tight, ungh, I think I'm..!!" Jen managed to groan.

Quetza squealed and scrambled faster through the tubes, trying to escape the huge tsunami heading for him. The prostate slowed him down too much, though, and he quickly was swept up by the flood of cum.

Amy gasped and screamed. Something had entered her vagina. Her stomach distended as it rammed into her cervix and pushed into her womb. Both Jen and Amy screamed, but realized that Jen wasn't orgasming, or at least cumming.

Quetza blinked. He was stuck again.

Jen groaned loudly, frustrated and desperate. She pumped her hands up and down her cock, trying to get the cum to come out. The pressure continued building in her urethra; it just wouldn't stop collecting! Amy was experiencing a massive orgasm, as whatever was stuck between her and her lover was moving about quite a bit and causing her to go over the edge. If she had logic left in her head, obviously she would know it was that ol' dragon boy we all know and love.

Quetza whined, twisting about and trying to get loose. "Man, one clamp and into another!" He squirmed, trying to at least get his whole body into one of these things he was stuck in.

Jen whined, pleading for release. Hir urethra was ballooned out, cum entering it but having nowhere to go. Jen yelled as orgasm after orgasm hit her, though never quite peaking. She knew that it wouldn't be until Jen was able to climax that she would, too.

Quetza suddenly realized that he could do something to get him out of this mess. He knocked himself in the head. "Duh, of course! So simple. I'll just suck in my gut and--"

Jen screamed, the Motherhorn literally shaking from the noise, as the cum was finally allowed to exit hir penis. Amy screamed as well, though it being masked by her large mate's own, as gallons upon gallons of cum entered her cunt with a single drop of the massive monster's ejaculation. One spurt left her gut five times bigger than it had been prior!

Jen grunted, moaned, and panted as shi furiously pumped hir cock, needing to get the pressure out of hir anyway possible. Amy continued screaming as spurt after spurt entered her. Her limbs were quickly engulfed by her growing girth. The orgasms came so often that it just felt like one long orgasm as more and more of the kangaroo's spunk found its way into her.

Quetza, meanwhile, found himself swimming around in the expanding environment, looking for an exit or at least an air pocket.

Finally, after nearly an hour, Jen's balls were finally getting somewhat manageable. Shi was still spurting, but it came in lesser and lesser intervals and doses. This was irrelevant to the giant balloon that now sat between Jen's legs. Amy had become a giant ball of sperm, as big as Jen's balls had been. Her gut had to have been at least 200 feet in width. The only thing visible on her was her tiny head, barely sticking out of her huge globe of a body. She was still moaning and screaming, her orgasms having died down but still present.

Quetza, however, had managed to find a scuba tank and was swimming about in the huge sphere the otter had become. He was swimming, as far as he could tell, upward. He didn't know of course, his compass didn't have an 'up' on it. Suddenly, he could see a light through the murky, milky fluid he was wading through and quickly climbed for it.

Amy let out another moan of pure euphoria, but was suddenly cut off as something rammed through her throat and out of her mouth! Quetza appeared, extending her mouth wider as he climbed out. He grunted as he pulled the last of himself out of the bloated otter, tumbling back into the sloshing balloon as he became unstuck. The otter yelled in ecstacy at the mere feeling of herself being jostled, which was enough to finally knock her out.

Quetza recovered, getting his balance rather quickly (he had practice from the giant tentacle monster, remember?) and examining his surroundings. The otter was unconcious now, and so was the kangaroo. Both uttered a loud moan or groan every once in a while, a spurt of cum entering the otter every-so-often.

"...huh. Well, uh..." Quetza stared into space for a second, then plopped down, causing quite a jiggle. "How am I supposed to get down from here?"

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To be continued...

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