Gorin's Rise
Disclaimer: This is yiff. Yadda yadda, you know that much at least. However, as with my other series this is again a macro story. So, if you aren't into that, or if you aren't into the whole rampaging giant bit, I don't suggest this as a story to read. Don't read this if your extremely feint at heart either. There is nothing insanely graphic here, but there is a number of violent scenes. That said, onto the story.
Gorin's Rise
Growls emanating from every crevice, roars from some, the caves were alive with not only things, but stenches. The caves were a haven for the evil, the corrupt, and the eternally connected to the nine deadly sins, the Gnolls. Large hairy beasts, some getting as large as an ogre, or larger still, and looking very similar to a muscular hyena on two legs. The beasts were used by many darker wizards as minions, others as breeding stock, and still more as bodyguards. However in all, Gnoll respected power before all things. One Gnoll in particular coveted this more then the rest.
"Bathank! Get your fetid hide in here!" Growled Gorin, the Gnoll chieftain. Gorin enjoyed his position as chieftain, a position he quite literally ripped out of the former chieftains hands. He had control over the finest Gnoll females, had over one hundred male children, and probably double that in female children, and was the first in a long line of Gnoll chieftains to unite all of the Gnoll tribes under his banner. He was arguably the most powerful being in the entire mountains that was his homeland, as even the humanoid races were outnumbered astronomically by the Gnolls in this region... some putting the number as high as one hundred to one. The ancient Gnoll race here looked different then any other Gnolls. They were more stocky, generally larger, and while other Gnolls were content to work for food even if it their work was menial, or even degrading, these were more interested in power. Gorin in particular had landed upon one finding through his times that had intrigued him. Which was the exact reason why Bathank was scrounging frantically through his collection of stolen scrolls to find one in particular.
"BATHANK! IF I DON'T SEE YOUR HIDE IN HERE NOW IT'LL BE HANGING ON MY WALL!" Gorin snarled, sitting on his makeshift throne. Bathank finally entered, ears down as he stumbled up to the king and fell prostrate on the floor. While normally such position would lighten the king mood (especially if it was a female) in this case, asking for forgiveness was the last thing he wanted to see.
"I-I'm sorry m-master.... but I can't s-seem to find the scroll..." Bathank mumbled, his ears laid flat back against his face as he didn't dare raise his head. Gorin growled furiously and raised from the throne casually. Bathank started to tremble violently knowing almost for certain he was a dead man, but just hoping that he could redeem himself in some way. Even after a few years of sitting at his throne most of the time, Gorin was an imposing figure. Blessed with a eight foot tall frame, and more muscles then some giants, there wasn't any question on how he acquired this position, even from those who didn't know the history. He snarled again "Are you saying you've... lost it Bathank? That in your travels, all of which I told you your life was connected to the worth of that scroll after all of your other foolish behavior... you have the gall to sit prostrate in front of me, and tell me its not in my hand?" Gorin remained calm to a point, letting his rage build, hoping for once for the ability to allow it to simmer. Perhaps Bathank was kidding. It would still get him killed for his insolence, but at least he would have something worth more then any Gnolls life here.
Bathank however remained silent. No snickers, no laughs, no sudden premonitions. Nothing. Gorin growled rage engulfing him, consuming him as he slammed down hard on Bathank's prostate spine, growling in a bit of pleasure as he felt the bastard child of a Gnoll's spine shatter underneath his paw. Bathank howled out, much to Gorin's glee, for he could let him wallow in his pain just like he was about to do from this cretin. "I have forgiven you more times then you deserve Bathank! No more! Your fetid hide is not worth keeping in a squatters hut, let alone in my chambers!" Gorin then picked him up with one hand, holding Bathank high above his head, grinning as he howled in agony. "Let your corpse rot in the abyss..' At that he threw Bathank to the floor, the shattered remains of his body splaying out against the stone as he walked into the next room, his footprints resounding off the floor with loud thuds, echoing mightily, as if foreshadowing what was to come...
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Three days passed and life went on as normal. Gorin brooded, denying any want for a mate's caress or anything more than a soldiers ration of food as he went over the details in his head. A year ago, he had heard of the Illuminati Elgata, the Illuminated Waters. It was an Elvish Spring deep in one of the nearby mountains that, legend has it, would grant a wish to you if you drank from it. Only one, but it would answer it unconditionally, unbiased, and literally to what it thought was the best answer. The elves however, being such an accursed race, knew that such power could only mean ruin, and it almost did when an elf by the name of Thrandorin wished he could become more powerful then the gods themselves. He got his wish, but he forgot that gods were not the only thing that can kill, and while his power was immense... he wasn't invincible. After laying waste to two great cities, another elf managed to get close enough to stab him in the back while casting, not only saving a third city from destruction, but possibly the entire world. Giron however, would not be so foolish. He wanted to be the pinnacle of what Gnolls found powerful. That was his wish, and he would not stray from it, nor would he not watch his back. However all this would have been merely wishful thinking had it not been for the Chronicles of Rena'dum that he had found. These chronicled the destruction, and pointed the way towards to where the sealed spring lie. The Redguard Mountains, indeed the mountains where he sat for all his life! The only problem is, it did not state where they were. However, there was one scroll missing in the chronicles to Gorin's chagrin, that apparently held the only map that led directly to the cave the stream lied in. After slaughtering its former owner after a long chase, Gorin's men had found the lost scroll. But now this... its loss was devastating. Where could it be? He decided to do the obvious. Scrounge through Bathank's things...
A moment later, Gorin was in his former scribe and envoys room. It was ornate for a Gnoll cave. Even he would be comfortable here. Yet looking at some of the things he growled in anger. Stolen artifacts of his, swords, magical wands, etc. were littered around this little bastards room. He was getting more and more out of killing Bathank... but what about the scroll? Scrounging through all of the numerous scrolls in a cabinet, he found a secret compartment in the back. Gorin growled lowly, realizing that Bathank's plan was to run off with the map for himself, and smashed the wall, tearing out the map. He grinned as he realized it was, indeed, the real thing, and immediately went off to prepare for his journey, keeping Bathank out of his mind for now...
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A week of preparation beget the journey. The Chieftain now going for ten days without a mate, using all his time mapping, remapping, and getting a trusted band of Gnolls together to dig it out, as it was inevitably buried under ages of rock, and whatever seals the elves put. Finally however, he was ready. Dawning basic clothes, and rallying the men quickly, he headed off in pure darkness outside and in. Following the map, he and his group made there way through treacherous passes, filled with the cold sheet of ice that gave the pass its name... the Lair of the Yetis. While technically there weren't Yetis here (the humans around thought the Gnolls were Yetis in their stupidity) The wind did make a ghastly howling noise as it whipped through the pass. This hampered Gorin's order giving quite a bit, and eventually we has simply leading most of the Gnolls by the ear, quite literally... out of the pass.
"It's here. Right here is the entrance." Said Gorin as soon as they were out of the pass. It was a lot shorter of a journey then they expected, but a lot longer then it should have taken. Two were killed during the pass of the Yetis, slipping all the way down the mount. Gorin was frustrated by this. It would take extra time to dig through the granite without there extra hands. Regardless, all he could do was wait...
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Gorin awakened at the crack of dawn. He had his group work throughout the night, and was pleasantly surprised to see they had actually reached the other side. Small peep holes into a dark cavern embedded in the rock told that there was something here, if not the spring. Gorin growled, how he hoped the spring to exist.... Finally, the cry came out.
"Alright master, it is safe to pass." Gorin smiled, and marched through the small passage that was made from the picks, and into the most beautiful sight he had seen in all his years of Chieftain. The Illuminated Waters stood before him. It had to be! The same place, a pure spring... He grinned, forming in his mind the wish, stepped forward... and saw out of the corner of his eye one of his men stealthily walking towards it as well. He realized that face... and quickly realized it was Bathank! The insolent fool must have used a dumb slave to go in as his doppleganger to be killed. Not again will this backstabber escape!
Gorin growled, anger flowing through his veins. "Fool! I know not the springs powers, it may give only one wish in a lifetime and it... SHALL... be mine." He snarled as he launched himself at Bathank, his anger at full fruition. Suddenly, he hit a trap the other Gnolls had made, yelping, and after it all turning black quickly. Blast, poison! the last thought echoing through the surprised Chieftains mind being his wish, hoping that somehow he'd live to see it's fruition. "If only... I wish I was the embodiment of Gnoll power..."
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Gorin awoke the next day dazed and confused. His whole body ached, and he was in a place he didn't recognize. A cavern... a trickle of water running in the middle of it, so it must be. His fur was damp, and matted in some areas with blood, and up above was a small falls out of the crack on the wall. He had to get out of here... but how? Where was he? What had happened? He shook the pain out of his body, not remembering anything past looking into the Illuminated Waters and seeing a beautiful sylvan being winking back at him. Perhaps it was all a dream... but how does this explain why he is in a cave now? Or was he in a cave? He looked down at the falls, and stood. He blinked as his head poked out from a canopy tree top, watching birds that looked like ants flutter away from something that just a minute ago he thought was a cavern ceiling. He looked around, and spotted a that the canopy went on for miles and miles... This must be an elven wood! These trees are ancient they must be-.... he growled as a revelation hit him.... they must be almost a thousand feet tall.
He remembered his wish at last, and remembered how the stream must have entailed it. Strength, size and potency were the three major Chieftain qualifiers. When he jumped in, he had gone to the greatest extreme of all those. He was a giant. Larger then the canopies, and with more muscle then a god. He grinned as he saw his last qualifier, potency, was true too. Up until this point he wasn't at all turned on, and yet to him, his soft shaft was almost 8 inches long...
He chuckled, the sound reverberating heavily against the woods. He felt this to be intoxicating. The largest and most powerful being in Faerun. He thought a moment, and looked at his foot paws, taking a moment to calculate what this truly meant. It was stupefying in a way... but he figured he had to be something around one thousand one hundred feet tall. He could fuck dragons to pieces.. hell, thats if it fit in at all. He could destroy cities with his bare hands... He growled as his shaft began to plump at this, his massive cock thick with his pleasure as he remembered his lack of a mate. He grinned as an overwhelming lust filled him, then grinned, thinking about where to go first, and decided he had a perfect place...
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The Gnolls knew not what to expect when they felt their cavern shake violently. It was a loud booming... then stop... then again... then stop. They were frightened, but most stood steadfast in there task. They had a new chieftain after all to attend too, Bathank of all people, and wanted to curry his favor before he became too powerful to care about friends. Finally they heard and ungodly roar...
"SO QUICKLY YOU FORGET YOUR FORMER CHEIFTAN MY PEOPLE... IF YOU ARE TRULY SORRY FOR MY PASSING, COME OUT AND MEET YOUR FATE."
The Gnolls are shuttered as they heard the voice. Thinking it a wrathful god or spirit some rushed out to repent, others stayed put out of fear, stupidity, or sheer disbelief...
Gorin let a growl of approval escape his lips as he saw a good number of people acquire at his feet. 'Good... acceptance of your fate will get you something... but a bad fate is and always will be bad, accepted... or not." He grinned, reaching down and scooping up the Gnoll's, and the ground underneath them, with incredible ease as he growled eagerly again.
"The progeny of mine shall be the ruiner of worlds..." He groaned pleasantly as his hand, Gnolls and all grasped his massive shaft and started pumping incredibly gently at first. The feelings of the insignificant twitches of the masses against his cock intoxicating. So much power... so much strength. He groaned as he started to pump faster, the beating of the Gnolls slowly dying off as his tongue lolled in pure bliss. He had never felt so good in his lifetime, and he had shared beds with willing and unwilling females alike. He started to buck into his hand as he let out yips, gritting his teeth with each pass. Each stroke felt like eternity as he felt the blood rushing to his head. He moaned as his bucking grew steadily more furious, his teeth gritting in pleasure... He growled though and as a last act of vengeance, shoved his cock through the entrance of the cave, bursting rock at the seams just to let it fit. He felt the Gnoll's' against his paw die out as he thrust his meat in, the rock feeling heavenly against his glans as it scraped against it harmlessly... He growled, and finally grunted as he burst rather early, the pent up lust cutting his thrusting short. However as he felt himself cum, a shivering bliss overtook him as wave after wave poured from his balls in an unending torrent. He grunted as he felt what must have been a sea to the Gnoll's pour from him...
The inhabitants we're both awestruck and fearful as the gray black walls we're instantaneously stained white as the flood of the sticky white tar of a substance pumped into they're cavern. Once empty chambers soon bursted at the seems just by the first wave. Chambers with anything in it were quickly washed away. Chairs, blown into splinters, Gnoll's drowned, mouths still hung open with surprise. Moans were heard as the tidal wave blew open doors sealed with multiple stone braces that had been tested against battering rams. Quickly, the wave flooded the lower levels, making waterfalls out of steps. A last heavy grunt was the last thing those Gnoll's heard, as the wave simply got larger with each passing moment... until finally, after nearly thirty minutes, the whole place was filled to the brink, and Gorin let out a pleasant sigh.
Gorin grunted as finally he ended, grinning as he pulled out of the remade cavern entrance, the once hidden passageway looking more like an open wound in the rock face now, dripping viscous white blood from it in droves, running down the mountain face like a break in a levy. He merely chuckled, grinning at his handiwork as he flexed out his new muscles, popping a few back into place with a satisfied growl as he moved on.
He grinned as he immediately knew were he was heading next. The pitiful humans had a few settlements around the plains, and he was going to place the fear of him, the new Gnoll god, in their hearts. He had never loved the humans, even their woman, but at this size he wouldn't have to worry about looks, simply their feel. He growled pleasantly as each step sounded off earthquake, each depression seeming deeper then the last. His long stint without a mate meant that his already potent seed was overly full, and his body was aching to pour off the extra. The mountain stint had left him extra longing in his loins, excited him more then he had ever been. At last he arrived at the human town, looking down upon the puny collection of huts, he chuckled. How small they we're, these humans...
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At the same time, a gathering of mages was holding session in the tall tower on the mount above. They were obviously alarmed and frightened as were all races by this titan, and we're desperate to stop it. The only thing that they could think of was risky. Shrinking it would only prove temporary, as they new that the magic to grow him was a lot stronger then anything they had seen before in a mage or magical item. So what they rationalized was making him basically too big to live. They would make him grow to such an ungodly proportion that he'd suffocate himself, or be desperate for more food then possible to be found in this world, or any. It would be a messy clean up, but it seemed better then having to clean up after a large Gnoll titan, and more reliable then simply asking the gods... at least they thought. After all, where were the gods when the first stream wish was enacted? If they cared, they were unable to act, and nothing would be different this time... right? So thus, they put their plan into action, and headed off towards Gorin.
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Gorin grinned as he saw the people run as he leaned over, seeing them as mere specks, if that, underneath his massive bulk. He laughed as they hid in their holes, their hovels made of straw.
"I have annihilated the mountain that you see there, what makes you think straw will stop me?' He growled pleasantly as he stomped down, the feeling surprisingly intoxicating as he felt many soft wet pops at his paw. It was too short, but for the moment he drank the power with a growl, turning to the rest of the town as he grew in lust. He blinked as he realized that he had just demolished half of the town with his step as he grinned. He knew this was his time to shine, he was a god among these mortal fleas... what was left of them at least... and what use do fleas have but to irritate until their death? he chuckled dryly as he leaned over, his massive shaft, now thick, dug out a canal with it's quick passing, sending shocked humans flying everywhere, or simply burying them into the ground. He murred gently at the feeling of hundreds of humans ending their lives with the swift idle passing of his shaft... He growled gently as he realized he was too big to simply take this village in a way he'd see as pleasant.... or was he?
He smiled darkly as he saw the straw huts again. While he may be too large to take on just the people... he is just the right size to take the whole village... he grinned as he kneeled over, massive leg muscles bulging with the strain of such weight on them as his shaft landed on the ground with a loud crash and the spraying of sediment. He groaned, as already his excitement was obvious in his husky voice. He grinned as he began slowly, like he would work a mate, imagining he was taking one now, the imagery coupled with the lust inspired by his newfound power sent him quickly over the edge. He started thrusting harder, muscles tightening as he imagined a mate writhing, squealing underneath him as these humans do now. He growled slightly, this one taking a pleasantly long time to work up as the huts bursted at the seams with ease, causing their terrified inhabitants to become paste against the dust with a casual brush. He growled as he bucked heavily, licking over his lips as straw huts and bodies dragged across the dirt, leaving smears and holes where once a town was. Gorin roared as he thought deeper on how they must feel, the fear and anguish at the hands of this unknown titan. He was surprised when that made his thrusting ecstatic, turning him on more then even the thought of his favorite mate He started to buck to a fast pulsing rhythm, leaving nothing standing in it's path as he groaned, letting loose a white torrent that would blot out the town from the world...
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As the mages finished their meeting they gathered, and headed for the door. Outside they saw him, the massive frame seeming small from such distance, but the detail at such range put his true size into perspective. As they saw what they do most averted their eyes, but some were so dumbfounded to look away... They all realized though that this thing, this monstrosity on the face of magic, science, and nature had to be put to an end. They nodded generally to each other as they thought of how horrific it would be to be underneath that, and headed off towards Gorin.
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Gorin grunted again, far from satisfied. His two forays into destruction had been the best rutting he had ever experienced in his life, and his shaft, while limp, still hung at it's full length, looking like a few feet in his heaven bound eyes, but from the ground seeming like a beast upon itself. He grinned as he thought of the rest of the towns in the valley that he knew, and walked on to the next. He licked his lips as he realized his sudden hunger, his stomach growling at him with great enthusiasm from the workout that he had given them. He grinned as his stomping foot paws landed on either side of his next target. Most of this town had fled from his wrath already however, much to Gorin's chagrin. Gorin growled angrily, thinking that he would just go hungry, but then an evil smirk formed on his face. He grinned as he saw the fleeing populace what must of been a mile away to a human's eye, but seemed like just a few feet in his eye. He stepped forward a few times and was upon the fleeing populace. With a growl he leaned down, the glint in his eye hinting at animalistic hunger as he lapped up the humans, sticking to his tongue nicely as he engulfed them. He groaned as he felt them wash over in his mouth, and then go squealing down. The sense of complete control was intoxicating, more so then the meager size of the meal by far. He continued to lap them up to his hearts content, prrowling all the way down the line, catching stragglers with a glint of humor in his eye. He moaned as he felt their screams and their thrashing as they went down, and engulfed them all the same. They weren't filling, but it was worth it too feel how they squirmed down his throat. Finally he reached the end with sadness, the entire town lying in his still hungry stomach. He growled as he realized how excited his loins had gone from this unholy feast, more so even then the hunts of his young adulthood. He licked his lips and quickly forgot of one hunger for another renewed and strengthened one
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The wizards rode off on horses from one town to the next, warning of the gods rampaging might and told them all to escape their towns and run off to the wizards hideout. From one town to the next, they saw hints of the carnage even in the predominantly untouched areas. His footsteps were massive, truly putting him into perspective as they saw the deep impressions he had left, and rode past the white lake that once was a home for some of the wizards. They were determined now, to destroy him, as they rode off to his obvious location.
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Gorin smiled, oblivious to the wizards ride, he looked down at his next city. These had been too stupid to run, and instead small spells and arrows flung themselves at him hopelessly. Even the fireballs left nothing more then burnt fur, and most of the time just made Gorin more angry as he sat their, tauntingly asking for their best shot for a moment before moving in. His claws caught the wall before anything, sending most of the mages to their early demise with a casual brush. But quickly after it, the foot fell sharply onto the town, destroying an entire district of housing with one meaningless step, muscles rippling simply from the walk, his steps still sending quakes throughout the town, shattering glass merely with it's reverberations. Gorin growled, looking down at his maleness. It seemed to him to be getting more potent by the minute, his sack filled to the break, and so large they were visible from wherever you looked at him. He groaned and looked down at the town, almost bored with his normal approach already, he was ready to try something new...
The mages arrived at the town at the same time that Gorin to get on all fours over the town, his glance unchanging from his shaft as he began to lick over it casually, growling as it grew more stiff and prim over the coming seconds. He growled lustily, unaware and uncaring of the countless humans that were already being slaughtered with casual occasional flicks of his tongue. The mages were astonished at his true size. He was a beast, from this angle on all fours they could take him all in, and they saw all of his power in it's unholy light. Repulsed, the mages began the incantations with a sense of anger, fury, and utmost terror on their minds. Slowly, a blue glow surrounding the gathering as they began to chant, throwing up their offerings as they burnt, a blue flame growing bigger, as if mimicking it's intent as it grew around around them. They chanted louder and louder, deafening themselves as the blue flame grew and grew...
Gorin knew something was up as he saw the flame grow out of the corner of his eye. At first he thought it was an offensive spell. At that size it would definitely leave more then burning fur... however he quickly forgot about it as it seemed to almost dissipate for a moment, and continued to lick his shaft eagerly, moaning escaping his lips as his claws tightened, slicing through city blocks, leaving bodies too mangled to be identified in it's wake...
Finally the incantations were down, and a large blue flame of incredible power was in front of them. The mages nodded amongst themselves, and with all their might pushed the magic out of them and into the beast. An earth shattering boom, and a hideous white flash was heard, and seen, throughout the sword coast, as the magic cast itself onto Gorin...
The mages looked up eagerly, most still dazed from the flash, most smiling as they almost could taste victory in the awkward silence. But from it came a growl, and then the shape of a brown wall in front of them... And then realized what they had done. Gorin was most definitely alive, and breathing just fine at nearly ten miles tall. A large growl told them their mistake as quickly after, all simply went black...
Gorin grinned as he looked at himself, still pulsing with energy. His muscles looked too big to be on him, almost too big to be true. All of him was immense, as he noticed the mountains he had just left, ones from his home, looked like molehills next to his foot paw. He grinned as he realized soon enough what had happened. It was a spell indeed that was cast on him... the spell perhaps, or a new one. He was still growing bigger and larger by the minute as he stepped forward, cracks in the earth sending quakes from their to the borders of Amn as he growled surprised... but all together intoxicated with his newfound power. He was gargantuan, no longer a god, but more powerful then them even... he grinned idly, and roared, a noise that traveled throughout the world as the bringer of the apocalypse.