Unexpected
Unexpected
By: Cimmaron Spirit - 2010
**DISCLAIMER: You should know by now: those less than 18, and those who don't like massive furry "organs" on anthropomorphic animals, turn away. Otherwise, enjoy! **
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I had no idea what to expect when Rodney called me over one afternoon. It was a lazy one, with really nothing to do: the bliss of summer vacation personified. The heat was overwhelming, although, so any excuse to stay indoors was necessary.
When Rodney, my best friend since forever, called, I had just been browsing the internet, finding things I never knew about, or stuff I did, but wanted to know more. That, of course, and porn.
He sounded desperate, but he refused to say what it was until I got over to his house. Whatever. Even in this weather, it would only be about 10 minutes of UV-induced torture, so I said I would be over.
I pushed myself away from my computer (making sure to have all my "special folders" stashed away safely), and left to see Rodney.
Rodney was a purebred Arabian Stallion: muscular, handsome and funny. That is why he was on the football team and always had girls hanging from his beefy arms. He may not have been the smartest, but he was clever enough to realize that he wasn't the smartest. I knew some jocks at the school who, due to their popularity and strength, believed they could change the Laws of Physics just because they can. Especially that muscle-bound beefcake of a bear that was the star quarterback, and, despite marks that would have qualified him for "special needs", still got a football scholarship to collage.
I, Richard, was a skinny, short white-tailed deer, with small, pathetic antlers. I dreaded gym class just because of the sport guys who would tease me and bully me. Of course, no matter how much I claimed and told, they never got into trouble. Stupid sports. I preferred the computer and the lab: when I'm going to collage (thank the God's, its this fall), I will be studying Engineering and Computer Design. And it will be on the East Coast, away from this miserable town.
But Rodney...he was different. He never bullied me, and only teased me mockingly. Even after he became the star football player, he still wanted to hang out with me. And, ever since Grade Four, I helped him with schoolwork, and he kept the majority of the other guys away after the Utopian ideal of "Everyone Be Friends!" wore off on our class.
And besides that, I loved him.
I knew that I did when I turned fifteen, and the sight of the rapidly maturing tits in my class just didn't excite me the way that the strength and beauty of the young stallion living up the street from me did. I always wanted to be with him, and he was the only thing that would have kept me here. But, although Rodney didn't mind not wearing a shirt around me, he always seemed uncomfortable when we were in the looker room alone, and he didn't want to work out around me. But maybe he already knew my secret...
I sighed, and pushed the door bell. It really didn't matter what he thought, mostly because I tried to keep it secret. Only I knew that I was gay: I never told my family, or my other few friends. I never told Rodney, because I never wanted to lose him as a friend.
I was surprised to hear him yell "Come in!" instead of actually coming up to the door, like he usually did. I shrugged, and walked in.
"Rodney?" I called, my voice echoing through the massive house.
"Downstairs!" he yelled, that desperation again filling his voice.
I climbed down the stairs, as I looked up to the familiar pictures of the Arabian friend of mine in his football uniform, posing on the field for the classic "look at me, I'm a football player" picture. I knew his room was downstairs, as was his work out sets (I tried them once, but was nearly crushed when Rodney forgot to take out the weights he uses), but he usually never let me go on down there. Odd.
"Where?" I called, from the base of the stairs.
"My room," he moaned now.
I leaped off the step and nearly flew to his room. Could it be...? I thought. Maybe he is actually...
He was on his bed, but what greeted my eyes was nothing short of shock and awe. He was bigger, most likely a foot more than his 6' 11" self, and was even more muscular than before. Some of the world's best bodybuilders would have been put to shame by what he had on his body.
But between his legs...his groin was now supporting the largest dick I ever saw: even bigger than what was in my "special folders" back home. It must have been standing nearly five feet tall, and was as wide as a basketball, while his balls were like massive beach balls, pushing his legs apart. Gods, my own member would have been an insect to this...And his musk was driving me crazy...
"Thank Gods, Rick," he moaned. "I need your help..."
I was speechless. "Really?"
He groaned again, his massive dick, leaking pre at a ridiculous rate, shuddered. "Yes! Help me here!"
I was flabbergasted. "But why me? You aren't..."
He groaned loader, his cock shuddering...and growing? He looked at me, his eyes glazed over, a little moan coming from him. "Yeah," he finally said.
"But what about the girls..." I asked.
"Show," he grunted, his massive cock now over five and a half feet long, and pre spewing forth even faster. "I love you, Rick."
My mouth dropped open. "I...I...I..."
"What?" he groaned, in a voice between pain, agony, pleasure and lust.
"...love you." I finally stammered out. But to think...
"Now help me!" he groaned again, his body and equipment shuddering, and expanding again. He must have been nearly eight feet tall!
I pulled off the t-shirt I had and the slipped out of my cargo shorts, leaving me with my own hard on tenting my boxers. After a moment of thought, I slipped out of them to.
Now, my own body was lean and lanky, but about 5' 5". But my dick was slightly bigger than average (thank the Gods! One less thing they would have teased me about!), but my 8 inches had nothing on Rodney's member. It was now completely slickened by his copious pre, and it was soaking the sheets and starting to drip on the floor. As I stepped toward the massive pole of horse flesh, my hooves began splashing through the stallions emissions. I climbed up the bed, and reached toward the flared head. Rodney shuddered again as I touched his dick, and the flow of pre surged upward, like a blown oil well. It came down over Rodney and me, soaking both of us. It got in my hair and fur, my nose and mouth. But as it covered me, I felt different. Not better or worse, but different.
I again reached up and tried to pull his cock toward me, hoping to get more of the hot pre pouring out of it either on me or in my mouth. I wanted it in me. It was so warm, and the first drops I tasted so good, I had to lick it up.
As I kept trying to reach the tip, it kept seeming to move away, getting bigger and bigger, and pouring even more gallons of hot, sticky goo.
But as Rodney's manhood got bigger, I could still nearly reach it. I was confused, until I could feel my groin. I quickly looked, and gasped, because my cock was getting bigger! It must have been nearly a foot now! And the stallion's cock, over seven feet tall by now, was about as high as me, not including the antlers. Rodney must have been nearly 10 feet tall, and the muscles were now past bodybuilder stage, and reaching God like.
I wrapped my bulging arms around his cock, squeezing the tender flesh, as Rodney gasped, and even more pre poured forth. I licked the gunk on his cock, and sucked as much as I could. I felt myself ballooning out as my tongue touched it, and now my head was meeting Rodney's cock head. I tried to get my mouth over the geyser, but I couldn't. But I kept getting bigger as I tried, but so was my best friend, making it a battle neither could win.
My antlers scrapped against the roof, so I leaned over too prevent my now massive set from doing any damage, and I pulled Rodney's cock with me, and now both myself and the massive ten feet of cock were now going down to the chest of the massive equine beast. I tilted my head up in time so both of our lips meet, and locked into a passionate kiss.
The bed shattered, but neither of us knew until later, so caught up in the moment, as our musky scents comingled and made us even hornier. He must now have reached nearly 15 feet tall, and his cock still churning the stream of never ending pre from balls the size of boulders.
"Fuck...me..." he moaned, pulling away from the kiss. "Screw... my ass."
As he rolled over to allow me to see his tight hole, I grinned, happy to oblige with my member, now five feet long and leaking pre at almost the same rate as my buddy did when I first showed up. I positioned my manhood between the muscular cheeks, finding his tail hole. My pre was doing its best to make the lube to make this even possible: I highly doubt he ever had a cock up his ass, well, at least one my size.
I pushed in my tip, and Rodney gasped, his entire body shook, which made stuff through the room shake.
"More! MORE!!!" he cried out, and I gave him more, as my pre slicked a path through his rectum for my cock. I pushed in more and more until my double-basketball sized sac slapped up against his ass, and pre began to leak out around my cock. I pulled out with a wet *shlorp!*, but then shoved it back in again, hilting my cock again. I repeated this again and again, picking up speed as I pile drove him.
Rodney began to gasp again. "My Gods..." he moaned. That could only mean one thing...
I could feel it start, his wreaking ball of testicles throbbing, then lifting. A massive gurgle from the depths of the stallion sounded obscene and wonderful at the same time, as I could myself reach my peak.
"I'm going to..." he moaned, reaching for his cock, spraying pre like an out of control fire house on the floor. He lifted it up in time to allow the ten foot pillar of horse cock, impossible for anyone to reach around by now, to fire straight to the wall. I saw the damage that created: concrete wall stood no chance, being utterly pulverized by the first shot, and driving six feet into the earth surrounding the basement.
Shot after shot of steaming hot spunk splashed against the already damaged wall, taking out a couple studs and pounding it to near smithereens.
My own orgasm, while not as powerful, was still utterly massive. My first load filled the cavity of Rodney's ass, and every shot after added to it. I swore I saw his stomach begin to bulge out after every massive shot that racked my body.
Our cum was now completely mixed: mine from his overstretched hole, his from the still shooting cannon between his legs. His sheets were ruined, and about two inches of pre and cum filled the room. The roof, all four walls and everything else in my friend's room was covered in some form of gunk, not to mention the bed shattered into kindling.
Finally our cocks began to slow down, and ultimately stop. I pulled out of him and collapsed on his massive figure, and we both passed out.
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I didn't wake up for nearly two hours, but when I did, I saw Rodney looking up at me.
"Sorry about that," I said, "I didn't mean to help you destroy your room."
He laughed at that, and, although still not as big as before, he still had several feet on him (and I'm guessing so did I) that he didn't a few hours ago. "Don't worry. It happens all the time here."
"What?" I exclaimed. "Ruining your home with sex?"
He was still chuckling, and he reached one of his cum soaked arms around me, pulling me closer to his muzzle. "Our family has a habit of doing stuff like that."
"But how did I grow?" I continued asking. This has to be a dream, I kept thinking.
"Our juices can make anyone grow. That's how my family made all its money." He grinned. "Secretly, of course. And in small doses."
I nestled up closer to his lips. "And when did you find out you were gay?" I asked, persisting.
"About four years ago...after I saw you in the locker room with your dick." He looked down at our touching groins. "Of course, it was smaller than that then."
We kissed again, this time our tongues exploring each other's mouth. I finally broke it off to breath. "And about cleaning up?"
"Don't worry. We got special people for that."
I grinned. "Then care to make it bigger?"
I smiled, and I reached down to his bulging manhood, ready for round two.
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"Honey! Where home!" called the nine foot tall muscular Arabian Stallion, his bountiful and drop-dead gorgeous wife beside him. But only silence greeted them.
"Rodney?" she asked, after their son didn't answer. But their noses suddenly got the musky scent of male and sex. He looked down the stairs, and began laughing. She clopped over to him, looking down the same stairs, and laughed as well.
White fluid was lapping around the third bottom step, while small waves continued washing up on the stairs. Rodney and his "friend" must have been busy this weekend, while they were gone. Rodney did say we was going to invite Rick over for a "play", so he must have done well.
"Call the cleaner's, dear," he said. "And while you're at it, call the company. Tell them we got a massive delivery for them."
THE END...?