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Quack! Quack!” rang Typhon’s phone as its alarm sounded to wake him up. Buried beneath his blanket with his pillow flopped on top of his head, he moaned, not the least bit content to wake up when the sun was barely peeking over the horizon to chase away the darkness. Extending a skinny, white-scaled arm from his blanket, he blindly reached for his end table where his phone continued to make duck calls. Slapping his hand down, he attempted to turn off the alarm. His first few attempts just had him smack the table. After that, he managed to hit the corner of his phone. A couple more tries and his fingers tapped the screen and made it go silent.\n\n “Fina-freakingly,” he yawned, just awake enough now to start stretching under his covers before rising up onto his knees atop his bed. Typhon was a rather unusual creature. He wasn’t very tall, barely three feet in height and with just enough meat on his bones to be considered skinny rather than malnourished. His eyes were gray and he had a pair of horns on the sides of his forehead, though they were mere nubs that weren’t even pointy at their tips. He had a short, skinny tail as well that reached almost down to his ankles. His hands possessed three digits and a thumb while his feet were limited to three evenly-sized toes. He was dressed in nothing more than a black, sleeveless undershirt and a black pair of boxers with red elastic.\n\n Despite his appearance that would instantly lead one to believe Typhon was a dragon, he was actually a chimera. Through a combination of science and magic, he was created and developed into the creature he currently was.\n\nExtending his arms outward, he yawned once more, exhaling the last of his weariness and then rubbed his right eye as he moistened his lips with his tongue. “Time to get up,” he mumbled to himself as he crawled to the end of his bed backwards and started to climb down. While the drop was not even four feet down, Typhon’s small stature meant he couldn’t quite reach the floor while his upper body clung on to the top of his bed. He had to slowly slide himself down and then let go and drop a couple of inches to get out of bed. It was a tedious task, one of many he was forced to endure while he lacked height.\n\nIgnoring his shortcomings, Typhon approached his calendar pad and took the corner of the topmost page in his thumb and index finger. With a quick tug, he tore yesterday off and stared at today’s date, more precisely at the text he added onto it that read, “First day of High School.”\n\n“It’s finally arrived,” he told himself as he gazed upon today’s date. “Time to get myself ready for it.”\n\nHeading to his bathroom the white-scaled chimera first made his way to his sink. Grabbing his toothbrush, he added a bit of toothpaste to it and then smiled into the mirror. He had a small set of pointy teeth in his maw, with noticeable gaps between each one. Bringing his toothbrush into his mouth, Typhon began to clean them and his gums, filling his maw with foam before spitting it out into his sink. He repeated this several times and then filled a small paper cup with water to rinse his mouth out. Filling it up a couple more times, he gulped down some water before crushing the cup and tossing it in the trash, now that it served its purpose.\n\nThe next stop for the small creature was his shower. Taking a pit stop at his linen closet, he retrieved a pale blue towel from it. In front of the shower he hung the towel on a hook on its door. Finally, he slipped out of his underwear and t-shirt, completely exposing his skinny figure.\n\nOpening the door, he stepped into the shower, turned on the hot water and shut his eyes as the downpour started to soak him to the bone. He then blindly reached for a shelf with a loofah and a bar of soap on it. Grabbing them, Typhon wet them both in the falling water and then sudsed up the loofah with the soap. With loofah in hand, Typhon used it to clean himself from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet, scrubbing away any dirt, sweat, and germs and then let the water wash it off of him and swirl it down the drain afterwards. At his short stature, it took him barely more than five minutes to complete the task and make himself feel refreshed and clean.\n\n Once all that was done, Typhon shut off the water, opened the door to the shower, to grab his towel, and dried himself off. Leaving the shower, he then made his way over to the full body mirror in his bathroom. Dropping his towel, he started to look himself over very carefully, flexing the muscles on his arms at first and looking quite disappointed at the measly bulges on them that were his muscles. Rubbing the top of his head, he felt his horns, another less than thrilling feature of his. They were so stubby and smooth-tipped that the eraser of a pencil could have been pointier than they were.\n\n Looking at his chest and lifting up his arms, they were as smooth and soft as silk. While that was hardly a bad thing, Typhon just sighed as he ran his claws over his chest as he wished it was more built along with the rest of his figure and that both weren’t so barren, but thick with pubic hair, a sure sign of a might alpha male. With how his figure looked, combined with his height, he appeared more like someone going into grade school rather than high school.\n\n With a slow turn around, Typhon checked out his backside that was every bit as slender and underwhelming as the rest of his body. The same was true also for his legs and feet. Finally, the small chimera focused his gaze at his crotch, staring at his greatest shame of all, his cock and balls. They were pathetic. His length wasn’t even a full inch long hard and while it was soft, the head was longer than the length. The thickness was also a baffling disgrace. The best way he could describe his length was that it was like a regular #2 pencil that had been sharpened down to the metal part at the end.\n\nTyphon’s balls were no less pathetic too. His sack was only about as big a piece of chiclet gum after it had been chewed up and flattened. At that size, it looked like it could have been just big enough to barely fit one regular sized testacle for a creature of his small proportions, but, for Typhon, his nuts were like a pair of dippin dots that left enough space the chimera to pinch his scrotum and fail to squish either one of them. The sac was just as bald as the rest of his body, so he didn’t even have some hair to help distort its size.\n\nSuch a sight was almost too pathetic to laugh at, though Typhon didn’t doubt anyone jerky enough would bust a gut laughing if they found out that someone at his age was likely smaller than a newborn. Reaching down to poke his package, Typhon glared, just as dissatisfied with it as he was with everything else.\n\n“I have so much more potential than this,” he sighed before waddling out of his bathroom, butt naked. Going to his dresser, from the top drawer he pulled out a fresh pair of underwear, this one blue with green elastic. Along with that, he took out a matching undershirt. In the drawer below it, he selected a red t-shirt with a yellow duck on the front. On the back, it had the words, “Don’t Duck With Me.”\n\nIn the third drawer, were his pants. Taking a pair of jeans out, he slipped them on, zippered them up, and finally snapped the button. Typhon made some final adjustments to the back of his pants and underwear making sure his tail comfortably fit through the holes in them. With that on, he was all cleaned and dressed for school.\n\n“Just need to grab my schoolbag, lunch, and, of course, my phone,” he reminded himself and quickly grabbed the most important of the three first, his smartphone. Plucking it off his nightstand, he unplugged it from its charger. Unlocking it, he did a last minute check to his email. “Knowing the ole prof, he probably sent me some more fatherly advice for my big day.” As his inbox updated, sure enough, an email was delivered to him not more than ten minutes earlier. “Yup, here it is. He hardly even really counts as my parent, unless staring at me while I was in a petri dish counts.”\n\nTyphon tapped on the email to open it and then began to read it.\n\n\nDear Experiment EB2-M3 aka Typhon,\n\n It’s hard to believe how much time has gone by since your creation. I can still recall how adorable you were in that artificial womb I built for you. Since your birth, I’ve done all I could to shelter and nurture you into the creature you are today, but in order for you to further grow and develop you require experiences that I am not be able to provide you. It’ll be up to you to venture out and obtain them for yourself.\n\n I am both thrilled and terrified for you in this endeavor and would like to remind you that while you have endless potential in you, your development will rest solely on the choices you make and actions you take. I trust you to make each and every one of them count. Remember, you were made with my genius, so I don’t expect anything less for you.\n\n\n “I can just feel how much he cares,” Typhon spoke sarcastically as he closed and deleted the email without even bothering to finish it. He simply pocketed his phone then went to grab the rest of his stuff and then headed out of his home to walk to school.\n\n\nChapter 1\n\n For Brock, life was as good as it could get for a jock in highschool. He was the star quarterback and captain of the football team and on par with only a handful of other students for the most popular. As a 6’ 4” tall stallion weighing 273 lbs of almost pure muscle, his body was a sight to behold. As an adonis of horses, every inch of his build seemed to be in perfect proportion, nothing too big or small. It would have been a painstaking ordeal to find even a single flaw on him.\n\nThis thoroughbred was very good-looking too, with a long flowing auburn mane to match his lustrous coat and light blue eyes. His pearly whites were straight and gave him a million dollar smile. His abs and pecs were a sight to behold, something anyone could get lost in if they stared for too long. Guys were envious, wanting to be him and girls were attracted to the stud, lusting to fuck him (many of whom got the chance to).\n\n Indeed, life was great for him, as he rolled into school, wearing his expensive black, leather jacket and designer jeans. He even had his team jersey on, the light scent of booze on it from yesterday’s post game victory party. His breath still had a slight trace of the stink on it too, but he had gone to school reeking worse and the teacher’s overlooked the obvious underaged drinking. They merely congratulated him for earning the school another splendid win and bringing them another step closer to the playoffs.\n\n Brock made his way to school the way he usually did, behind the wheel of his red convertible, despite living close enough he could have simply walked. He did it for three reasons. The first was because he just loved to travel in style. The second, as the captain of the football team, he had an unofficial parking space in the school parking lot near the doors. Anyone was allowed to park there, but, going on years now, it had become a tradition for the student who became the captain of the football team to park there and Brock was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Lastly, and most important of all, the top stallion was more than likely to leave school with one of his many admirers, to find a secluded spot, to make out with them in the back seat and almost guaranteed to invite them back to his place to let them see what he was packing in his pants.\n\n “Wonder who will get lucky with me tonight,” he questioned himself as he cruised his way towards the school. He had one hand on the wheel while the other was rubbing the bulge in his pants with anticipation. He was hardly even erect and yet it was clear what a monster schlong he was lugging around with him. “Heh, it might just be my imagination, but it feels like this cock of mine just gets bigger and bigger. My balls too. I could probably put an elephant to shame if we were to compare sizes.”\n\n He let out a hearty laugh and he gave his crotch a couple more pats. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he imagined the fun he’d be having tonight, already considering who would be the lucky lady to bear witness and pleasure to his legendary package. In doing so, he didn’t notice that he was headed straight towards a certain white-scaled creature crossing through the school parking lot. As his laughter faded, he cracked his eyes open just enough to see the pedestrian already with his arms out, bracing to protect his head from the collision.\n\n “Oh, fuck!” gagged Brock as he slammed on the brakes in an attempt to stop. Despite doing so, his car still had enough momentum to slide forward, towards the dragon-like creature. Fortunately for him, the car’s speed had decreased to near nothing when it connected with him, giving him no more than enough of a shove to knock him onto his rear with a little thud.\n\n “Crap! Crap! Crap!” panicked the horse as he parked his car and leapt over the door to check on who he hit. “Are you okay?”\n\n “My ass is a bit sore, but other than that, I’m fine,” the small creature answered getting up.\n\n “That’s good, kid,” Brock breathed a sigh of relief as he helped him up. He saw there were a few other students around who had seen what had happened and upon seeing the situation already appeared resolved they just went about their own business, choosing to not get involved. Brock sighed with relief for this too, glad one moment of carelessness hadn’t been the end of the world for him. Running his fingers through his mane, took a few more small breaths to fully calm himself until he was able to continue speaking more light-hearted. “So, what’s a grade schooler doing all the way over here anyway?”\n\n “Grade school?” he asked. “No, I might be small, but I’m far more than qualified to be in highschool. I just transferred in today.”\n\n “Sorry to give you such a, uh, rough welcome,” Brock apologized. “Not the best of first impressions is it?”\n\n “I’m okay, so it’s fine, but I didn’t expect an incident like this on my first day of school,” he admitted, rubbing his sore bottom. “I don’t even have a reputation yet to be put on someone’s shit list. I’m Typhon, by the way.”\n\n “Nice to meet you, Typhon,” greeted the brawny horse. “I’m Brock, a stallion and the mvp on the football team. But, perhaps, my reputation precedes me.”\n\n “Nope. I’m not really into sports,” admitted Typhon, causing an awkward pause.\n\n“Oh… uh,” Brock said scratching behind his ears as he tried to think of how to move things along. Looking down to his wrist, he paused checked his watch. “Oh, uh, look at the time. We should continue this on our way to class. I doubt you want to be late on your first day.”\n\n “Well, I could always blame it on you if I was,” he joked and got a chuckle out of Brock.\n\n “Just let me park my car and then we can go into the school together,” he said as he quickly hopped into his car and more carefully pulled into his parking spot. Getting out again, he walked with Typhon to the school, continuing where their conversation left off. “Looking at you, you’re a dragon, right? We don’t have too many of them around here.”\n\n “I’m not quite a dragon, but that’s not really important right now,” he replied. “It’s nice to meet you too, Brock and I must say, you do look and sound quite impressive, full of a lot of experience and potential.”\n\n “Uh, thanks,” Brock replied after taking a moment to understand what Typhon just said to him. “It was a lot of hard work to get like this, but I can’t deny that my genes played no small part in it. Both my parents were great athletes too.” Lifting up an arm, he flexed it to show how much bigger the already thick appendage got while his muscles bulged.\n\n “Indeed,” Typhon agreed as he did the same, though his skinny arms were far less impressive to look at. Even attempting to make a muscle there was no visible change to his bicep, much to Typhon’s dismay. He looked back at the thick python’s connected to Brock’s shoulders, unable to help appear envious. “I was also made with great potential. I just lack the experience, experience I aim to get here.”\n\n “Well, if you say so,” the huge horse spoke, unsure what kind of physical potential a creature like Typhon could have when he had such a skinny and weak-looking figure. “So, what school did you go to before you transferred here?”\n\n “I was actually homeschooled for my entire education,” Typhon answered as they entered into the school and started down the halls lined with lockers. “I got a far better education as a result.”\n\n “I guess your parents must be professors or teachers or something to be able to do that,” he commented.\n\n “I don’t have parents in the typical sense,” Typhon informed his new acquaintance. “Just an incredibly knowledgeable scientist. He possesses a vast wealth of information in his lab in books and his computers that he has spent hundreds of hours cramming into me. Right now, I am greatly versed in even more subjects than this school offers in both its required courses and electives. Overall, my intellect is on par with a student current a few years into college.”\n\n “If you are that far ahead of the curve, why not just skip highschool and go straight to college?” wondered the stallion.\n\n“I could,”Typhon admitted. “However, homeschooling did deprive me of growth I desperately need and can only obtain by interacting with others. As for the overall education of this establishment itself, I doubt there is anything new I will be able to learn here.”\n\n “Yeah,” agreed Brock, chuckling. “I’m asleep from boredom for half my classes and the other half of the time I’m wondering when I’ll even need to use any of this stuff in real life.”\n\n “So, what do you do about it?” wondered Typhon wearing a curious look upon his face.\n “About what?” the stallion replied, scratching his head.\n\n “If this school doesn’t provide you with adequate knowledge to prepare you for your future, how do you compensate for that?”\n\n “I don’t really do anything,” he admitted. “I mean, what’s the point? I’m the star athlete and I’m practically guaranteed a scholarship into college. Besides, you saw my car.”\n\n “A little too closely,” Typhon reminded him bluntly.\n\n “Right… sorry again,” he continued. “My parents got me that car when I got my driver’s license. They’re loaded so I’m not hurting for money. I have so much potential, as you said, but I don’t really need to do anything with it. Well, nothing short of having a good time.”\n\n “From what you’ve said, I’d say I’ve got a decent picture of you,” stated Typhon as he gave the buff horse a look over from top to bottom. He paused when his eyes were centered on his crotch, seeing his pants left nothing to the imagination. A faint smirk appeared on his face for a moment before vanishing and returned to looking up at the tall horse. “Do you know that metaphor about the fish in the pond?”\n\n “You mean about being a big fish in a small pond?” he asked. “Yeah. It pretty much means you are the top of the food chain.”\n\n “Partially right,” Typhon corrected him. “While the fish might be the top of the food chain where he is, that is just a small pond he lives in. Should he venture into the ocean he’s bound to encounter fish, as big, if not even larger than himself. He can choose to live out his days dominating mediocrity till that pond dries up or risk going out into the ocean where he will either survive and grow or possibly be eaten alive.”\n\n “You know, when I almost hit you with my car,” commented Brock. “I didn’t expect you to be giving me a lecture on a metaphor. So, I’m a big fish in a small pond. So what?”\n\n “Actually,” Typhon continued. “The way I see it, you are more of a small fish flopping around in a puddle.”\n\n “Uh, excuse me?” replied Brock certain he was being insulted.\n\n “Public schools in this country are hardly known for having high academic standards and practices for preparing its students for the real world. The true big fish make efforts outside of it to better enrich themselves while others coast through, expecting this laughable education to be enough. Then there are those like you who don’t even take this level of education seriously and rely entirely on the small chance of being the one percent to have their college tuition paid for them through an athletic scholarship. The odds of you actually receiving such a thing are almost nonexistent and in the event you sustain even a minor injury on or off the field or court or wherever you play the game that slim chance will drop to zero. On the off chance you do make it to college you either have the choice to focus on your studies or continue playing football in the hopes of making it to the NFL. From what I’ve already seen of you, you’d likely pick the later, only to find that you are no longer the biggest fish around and struggle to not get eaten by the competition. Now, you’ll have to work even harder to keep up and be even more careful to avoid injury. Then, with an even smaller chance than getting that scholarship, you can only pray to whatever God you believe in that you will be selected to go pro. And there, you’ll be up against the biggest fish of all, in the ocean. How you fare here will determine how long you remain on the team, get traded around like in a game of hot potato, or simply dropped and fade into obscurity. For most, in such a situation, they would be left with hardly any formal education and wind up with a sub par job that they will cling to in the hopes of scraping together a meager existence from. You, however, come from money, as you told me. You’ll just piggyback on mommy and daddy’s love for you, which is essentially the same as failing at life and crying like a newborn for them to make all the bad things in life to go away so you can contently suckle on your mother’s breast all the way through your thirties and maybe even your forties too.”\n\n “I’m astonished,” Brock admitted angrily. “I usually get along well with everyone in this school, but, in the five minutes you’ve been going on, you’ve pissed me off to no end, ya little cock sucker!”\n\n “It appears I’ve hit a nerve,” said Typhon, not the least bit frightened as the hulking horse leered down at him with disdain. “That was only an observation on where your life could potentially lead. With this knowledge you could attempt to alter it so your potential won’t go to waste, but seeing how angry me telling you all this has made you, it’s clear that you were already well aware of these facts and still weren’t going to do a damn thing about it. In the end, you’ve got a great amount of potential and tons of experience, but it will all amount to mediocrity, at best.”\n\n “And a little shit stain like you thinks he can do better than me?” snapped Brock as he picked him up by his shirt with one arm. “You talk trash to me by calling me a small fish, but I could probably lift that scrawny ass body of yours off the ground with my cock.”\n\n “Probably,” agreed Typhon. “You are quite well endowed, even by the standards of your species.”\n\n “And I don’t need whatever kinda homeschooling crap you got to know that your dick is probably the size of an inchworm,” he spat at the chimera. “I’ll give that you’ve got brains, but with a puny body like that and your sense of unearned superiority, you’ve got as much potential as my shit. Since you’re new, I’ll go easy on you, this time.” With his free hand, Brock dialed the combination to his locker and opened it up. “I’ll just stuff you in here for a period or two of class. Maybe then you’ll learn just how low you really are on the food chain.”\n\n “I highly doubt it,” replied Typhon as he pressed his palm against Brock’s forehead. “Uh huh… okay… got it.”\n\n “What the fuck you doing, ya freak?” questioned Brock as he shoved Typhon into his locker and slammed it shut, locking it as he did. Rubbing his head, he walked off grumbling to himself. “Bastard been ruining my day since I got to school. Giving me a headache. This fucking sucks.”\n\n\n Soon after Brock left, the halls became deserted with all the students off to class. Listening for the silence, Typhon finally sprung into action. “27 right, 13 left, and 20 right,” he said to himself as he struggled with working the combination lock from inside the locker. This is 0 and everything is reversed on this side. So, if I do it like this… I should be able to get out of here.” Managing the combination as best he could, he input the combination slowly, keeping track of what number he was on since he couldn’t see the actual numbers. Once he got to the last number, he attempted to open the locker. To his delight, it worked and the door slid open, allowing him to jump down to the ground and stretch his cramped body.\n\n “Shoved into a locker on your first day,” spoke a voice from what Typhon had assumed was an empty hallway. Turning to look, the small chimera saw a medium-sized reddish brown feathered owl looking down at him. He was dressed in a navy blue suit with golden buttons. The right pocket of his coat was monogrammed with an ‘A.’ Over his yellow eyes was a pair of silver glasses. “Not quite the best of starts I’d say.”\n\n “Uh, let me guess, you’re the principal here, right?” questioned Typhon as he looked the owl over curiously.\n\n “That’s correct,” he nodded. “In these hallowed halls of learning, I’m Principal Archimedes and I am in charge of this school and all the students in it. That includes you, my boy. So, unless you wanna get a tardy on your record, you should hurry over to class before you are any later than you are.”\n\n “I didn’t come here to be taught some remedial things that shouldn’t qualify for more than elementary level education,” he retorted. “I merely enrolled to obtain experience.”\n\n “Looks like that hasn’t worked out too well with how you ended up,” he chuckled.\n\n“I was merely testing the waters,” he explained some irritation in his voice that was quickly repressed. “And I must say, I’ve already found a decent-sized fish I wish to catch. All I need is the right bait.”\n\n “Bait, huh?” pondered Archimedes. “Well, good luck with that, son, but you’d best be careful trying to reel in a big one. A guppy like you could end up getting eaten alive instead.” Typhon turned a bit red in the face as his own metaphor was turned against him. Archimedes chuckled a bit. “Ohoh, there’s nothing I enjoy more than a battle or wits. Well, good luck gaining that experience of yours and try to make your time here an enjoyable one.”\n\n Watching the principal walk away, Typhon merely snorted and made his way towards the cafeteria, peeking behind the counter to ensure it was empty before sneaking tiptoeing further in. “Get eaten alive, my ass,” he scoffed. “This whole school is nothing but a bunch of lousy krill and I’m a fucking blue whale that’s gonna swallow it all up. When my stomach is full, then I’ll be enjoying myself.”\n\n\n Time passed as the first period classes were nearing their end. In English, Brock was sitting at his desk in the back of the class. Beside him, was one of his best friends and a fellow jock, a bull named Dozer. With what little time remained in class, the students were tasked with a writing prompt. This gave them and all the other students a chance to quietly chat while they worked. The teacher, meanwhile, sat at his desk, focused on his computer to help him pass the time.\n\n “So, you shoved him in your locker?” whispered the large bull that was built like a mountain. He was dressed in nothing but a blue, sleeveless shirt that had the words “Here’s the Beef” on the front in white letters. He also had on black shorts with a white streak on both sides. His arms and legs were so thick with muscle that they were at least as big as his head. He had a six-pack of abs that could have even put some of professional bodybuilders to. The skinniest part of his body was his tail that was like a spaghetti string with a tuft of black fur on the tip of it.\n\nThe bull had bluish gray fur with a cru cut of black hair on his head. His eyes were gray and he had a golden nose ring dangling from his nostrils. Crowning his head was a pair of horns that curved from the sides of his head to facing forward and then curved upwards a bit at the end. If they were perfectly straight, they would have measured a full two feet in length, making them shorter than the third horn he possessed in his pants that he had just as much trouble keeping under wraps as Brock did.\n\n“Yeah,” admitted Brock quietly as he and the rest of the class were working on their writing assignments. He was half-assing it as he usually did, certain he’d be bumped up to at least a ‘B’ if not an ‘A-.’ “The little shit-stain pissed me off so I went old school and shoved him in there. Felt kinda good to dust off that classic.”\n\n“Well, hard to find anyone who can fit in those small ass lockers in they give us,” commented the bull. “Wish I could have seen it.”\n\n“Well, once this class is done, Dozer, I can show you the pipsqueak and, if he’s still feeling cocky, you can stuff him right back in it.”\n\n“Eh, he’s probably learned his lesson,” Dozer figured, sounding a bit disappointed. “But I’ll keep my horns crossed he hasn’t.”\n\nThe bell soon sounded over the intercom and all the students stopped scratching words onto paper. Standing up they began to gather their things into their backpacks or piled onto their arms. “Remember,” announced their teacher. “Your homework for tonight is to finish your writing assignments and hand them in at the start of class. Also, read the next chapter in your assigned reading. Okay now, class dismissed.”\n\nOnce each student had their belongings collected, they proceeded out of the room one after another. As Brock and Dozen made their way out, their teacher remarked, “That was some game the other night. What was that, a thirty yard touchdown in the fourth quarter?”\n\n“Thirty-two, but yeah,” Brock answered like it wasn’t anything special. “I probably could have even done it forty or fifty yards away.”\n\n“Why not say you could have ran the whole field on one leg?” joked Dozer. “I wanna see if your ego can pop like a balloon if it gets too big.”\n\n“Hahah, very funny,” smirked Brock as they headed out of the class and back towards the stallion’s locker. “Well, time to see if the lil inmate is reformed and ready to join society again.” Brock knocked on his locker. “Hey, Typhon, are you ready to be paroled?” There was no answer so Brock banged a bit louder. “Typhon? You fall asleep in there or something?”\n\n“You sure you put him in your locker?” asked Dozer.\n\n“Yes I’m sure,” he replied, growing worried something had happened to the little guy. Hastily, he entered the combination on his locker and pulled it open to let him out, however, there was no puny chimera in there. Instead, there was a load of chocolate pudding filled it up just short of the vents at the top. With the door opened so hastily, Brock had no time to react as the brown goop flowed out, getting on his shirt and pants, not to mention the locker below his and the floor. Reflexively, he put his hands out in front of the pudding to try and stop it, but all that managed to do was get his hands and arms messy too.\n\n“What the fuck?!?” he swore at the unexpected shock of it all, drawing the attention of everyone else in the hall towards him. One look and everyone was in hysterics, laughing at the big horse on campus losing in a battle against dessert.\n\n“Hawhawhaw!” bellowed Dozer as he saw the stunned look on his friend’s face. The bulky bull had to look away from the chocolatey mess Brock was covered in just to keep from laughing so he could catch his breath. “Looks like someone got you with the ole chocolock prank. It’s a waste of good pudding, but damn if that’s not hilarious.”\n\n“That fucking shitstain,” fumed Brock as he clenched his pudding-coated hands. “When I find him I’m gonna-” His threat was cut off as his phone started to vibrate in his pants. With his hands a mess, and his clothes already stained, Brock did the only logical thing he could think to do and wiped his hands clean on Dozer’s shirt.\n\n“Dude,” complained Dozer as he saw the hand-shaped stain on his chest. “Dick move.”\nBrock didn’t apologize or even answer his friend. Instead, he retrieved his phone from his pocket and checked the caller ID. It only listed the number, but he already had an idea who was calling. He answered the phone. “Is this Typhon?”\n\n“Hello Brock,” the chimera answered. “Since you were letting me stay at your place I thought I’d redecorate. Hope you don’t mind.”\n\n“Listen up ya little dipshit,” threatened Brock. “You better find another school to annoy because if I see you again I’m gonna mess you the fuck up.”\n\n“It was just a harmless prank,” Typhon told him casually. “But I figured you might not be the type that can’t take what you dish out so I opted to give you a call for my own safety.”\n\n“How did you even get my number?” he questioned him. “How’d you even escape from my locker?”\n\n“That’s my secret,” he answered, chuckling a bit at the end to further agitate the horse. “But, if you’d like me to tell you, all you have to do is accept my challenge.”\n\n“Your challenge?” he asked. “Like some sort of game?”\n\n“Eh, more of a bet than anything,” he admitted. “You seem to think that dick of yours is so great, but I’ll bet you anything that mine is bigger.”\n\n“Yours bigger?” scoffed Brock. “My penis is bigger than your entire body. No way yours can even be a quarter of the size of mine. But, if you really wanna challenge me then I’ll take that bet. What are we waging?”\n\n“Anything you want,” Typhon told him. “I set the bet so you can decide the price for defeat.”\n\n“Heh,” he chuckled, not needing more than a second to know just what he wanted to do. “Okay, then, when I win, you gotta suck my dick and take it up your ass. I’m not really into guys, but you’ve pissed me off enough that I’m gonna make you my bitch and fuck your brains out. Oh, and if you somehow actually are bigger than you get to do that if you want, but I seriously doubt you are packing anything in those shorts of yours.”\n\n“Then the challenge is accepted,” Typhon confirmed, not phased by Brock’s words. “Wonderful. Those will be the conditions. If you win, you can do whatever you want to me with that dick of yours and I’ll even tell you a little secret of mine as a bonus. However, should I win, I will be the one to fuck up your ass. But don’t be surprised if this doesn’t turn out how you expect it to.”\n\nHeh, sure whatever,” agreed Brock. “Just tell me where and when and I’ll be there.”\n\n“Let’s make it tonight at midnight in the school’s gymnasium. I trust you won’t have any trouble getting in, right?”\n\n“I’ll be there,” he promised. “And when I’m through with you-” Typhon hung up. “That little bitch just hung up on me.”\n\n“What was that all about?” wondered Dozer. “I got some of it. You are gonna fuck his ass or something?”\n\n“Or something,” the stallion answered. “It’s going down tonight at midnight. I’ll bring the rest of the football team with me just to ensure he can’t run away when he realizes how much shit he got himself into. You wanna come to watch it all go down too?”\n\n“I think I’ll pass,” he replied. “This seems like the kind of thing that is only going to get worse if you keep feeding into it. I doubt there’s any way I can talk you out of going and ignore the little gnat. You get away with plenty of crap for being the captain of the football team, but you aren’t untouchable and you’ve certainly got a lot to lose.”\n\n“He filled my locker with chocolate pudding,” Brock reminded him. “There is no going back from there. But don’t worry, after tonight, my little problem will be a thing of the past.”\n\n“I hope you’re right,” sighed Brock as he scooped up some pudding with a finger and brought it to his mouth. “Such a waste of good pudding.”\n\n\nMidnight couldn’t arrive sooner for Brock as he eagerly awaited his opportunity to put Typhon in his place. Throughout the rest of the day, he found himself subconsciously rubbing his crotch, feeling his massive erection twitch and throb with eagerness. It wanted to show off its size in all its glory and fuck that insolent upstart just as badly as the horse it was attached to. Its own pride was wounded that such a tiny creature could even joke about having a larger penis, let alone declare such a high stakes bet that over it.\n\n“Soon, my precious,” whispered Brock like it was a pet. “Soon you shall have all the pleasure you could want.”\n\n“You’re starting to scare me,” commented Dozer as he stared at his friend’s behavior. Brock merely smirked and continued praising his penis.\n\nThroughout the day, Brock gathered up the rest of the football team, explaining the whole situation to them and invited them all to watch the spectacle that was to take place in the gym. They all agreed, some curious to see Brock’s legendary cock at full mast. Others wanted to see the little shrimp that believed he could defeat Brock in a competition of size.\n\nThat night, shortly before midnight, the team of jocks snuck back to the school, dressed in black. They made their way to one of the art rooms on the first floor, the latch on it broken for years. Through that they were all able to slip inside and quietly head towards the gym.\n\n“I thought this place was creepy in the day time,” one of the jocks joked as they neared their destination.\n\n“Heh, yeah,” snickered another. “Isn’t this just like the start of a horror movie? A group of kids go somewhere they shouldn’t be, only to encounter some terrible creature or murderous psycho that’s wielding a chainsaw that can carve up like a Thanksgiving Turkey.”\n\n“Cut it out,” one of the others said not sounding amused. “You’re making me paranoid that some freak is gonna jump around the corner and kill us all.”\n\n“Sounds like someone’s a scaredy cat,” he snickered.\n\n“You mean a scaredy lynx,” the other one amended, specifying it to the feline’s exact species.\n\n“Am not,” he groaned. “Now, let’s just watch Brock fuck this guy up so we can get outta here. I’m starting to question why I even came.”\n\n“Relax,” assured Brock as he gripped the handle on the door and opened it. “I’ll make this quick. There’s a good chance Typhon won’t even show up, in which case we’ll just write that’s he’s a balless, small-dicked wuss and stuff like that in all the bathrooms. That’ll serve him right.”\n\n“I hate to break it to ya,” Typhon informed Brock as he entered with all his buddies. Typhon was sitting on a bench for lifting weights. Hopping off of it, he stretched and yawned, looking a bit weary from waiting. “But I am here.”\n\n “Oh, this is even better,” retorted Brock with a smirk. “Now I get to destroy that tailhole of yours to pieces.” The rest of his gang chuckled and spread out, taking seats around the gym. A couple of the guys remained by the door, making certain that Typhon couldn’t make a run for it if things didn’t go as he hoped they would.\n\n“I see you brought your friends,” commented the small chimera, not showing any sign that he was afraid or anxious. “I figured you would. You have some guarding the door, expecting me to run off and the rest are here as witnesses to watch this all go down and turn me into a laughingstock tomorrow. You don’t need to answer me. Even an idiot could figure out that much.”\n\n“Did you already plan ahead and transfer to another school so you wouldn’t have to deal with the absolute humiliation?” questioned the stallion.\n\n“I won’t need to, not when I’ll win this little competition of ours,” answered Typhon. “And you bringing along all your friends here is just what I hoped and expected you to do. I want word of what happens tonight to reach the entire school and, unfortunately, you won’t be able to tell anyone anything once I’m through with you.”\n\n“Ohoh! Big talk coming from someone who looks like he should still be in diapers,” teased Brock, getting the others to laugh. “Now, let’s just see who is clearly the bigger man.”\n\n“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this for some time now,” agreed Typhon. “Let’s not waste another moment. Let’s see yours first. Show me that rod that you are so proud of.”\n\n“With pleasure,” he smirked, slipping first out of his leather jacket and placing it on the handle of an exercise bike. He then removed his jeans, stepping out of them. Next, he was to take off his underwear, but it was hardly a necessity as his erection left nothing to the imagination and his cock poked out through one of the leg holes and was pressed against his thigh. Despite this, he pulled down his underwear and let his rod extend forward, it’s weight causing it tilt down, almost poking at the top of Typhon’s head. “Well, what do you think?”\n\n“Heh, you weren’t kidding about being large,” stated Typhon, with a small chuckle. “Bigger and thicker than I imagined you’d be.”\n\n“Is that all you gotta say?” called out one of the other jocks. “He’s fucking huge!”\n\n“Bigger than whatever’s in your shorts!” another mocked him. “Hell, it’s bigger than you period!”\n\n“Why even bother to compete with a god cock like that? MIght as well bend over and let him fuck you already.”\n\n“Your friends all possess quite a big mouth,” noted Typhon. “And I’m guessing loose lips to blab everything that’s gonna happen here tonight.”\n\n“Highschool is a far more vicious than elementary and middle school,” explained Brock. “Of course a homeschooled fella like yourself wouldn’t know anything about it, what with living such a sheltered life. You think you know how the world works, but how can you even say that when you’ve finally stepped it in and by it, I mean deep shit trouble.”\n\n“I think we’ll find out which of us is the one who doesn’t understand in a moment,” Typhon returned as he removed his own pants. He didn’t even need to remove his undies, though the reason was the opposite of Brock’s. Just looking, there was not even a slight bulge of a package to see. The stallion withheld a chuckle and watched as Typhon revealed his cock and balls and finally lost it when the puniness of it all made him sit down and hold his sides in hysterics.\n\n“HAHAHAH!!!” he laughed so hard. “You idiot! You were trying to bluff me with that pinprick of yours! No! Even a pin is thicker and a hell of a lot longer than whatever that is between your legs!”\n\nHearing and seeing their leader’s reaction, the others moved in to see and saw he was not exaggerating at the microscopic size of Typhon’s dink. One look and the room was filled with laughter, the only one silent was Typhon who didn’t even bat an eye as he waited for them to get it all out so they could continue. He didn’t even flinch as they snapped pictures with their phones, ready to completely trash his reputation with this humiliating truth.\n\n“Oh man,” wheezed Brock when he finally started to calm down. He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked down at Typhon, still bare bottomed before him. “Fuck, I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. I actually feel pretty good now.”\n\n“Well, laughter does release-” Typhon started to say.\n\n“Yeah, yeah, that was something the teacher mentioned in health sciences ages ago,” Brock told him. “That wasn’t the one thing in that class we were all actually interested in learning about. Anyway, you can put your pants back on. I’m feeling good enough now that I think I’ll let you off easy this time. Whether the others will be so kind, well, you might have to beg and plead and suck their dicks off to get them to delete those photos.”\n\n“Is that so?” replied Typhon with a bit of a smirk. “Well, if that’s what I gotta do to prevent this blemish on my reputation, I better get to it. And how about I start by sucking that big, meaty cock of yours, since that was the wager.”\n\n“I already said you don’t have t-” Brock started to say, but his words were halted as Typhon gripped the horse’s monster length and began to suckle the head, barely able to get much more than that into his maw. Brock didn’t expect the little creature to actually go through with this, especially after he showed mercy. The rest of his group were quick to start taking more pictures and videos of the scene before them, ready to show the world the little cocksucker.\n\n“Damn, look at him go!”\n\n“He probably did all this to get into Brock’s pants? Heh, what a freak!”\n\n“Probably could have just asked rather than go through all this trouble.”\n\n“Is he gonna be the team’s lil bitch? Someone to suck us off before our games?”\n\n“Heh, for all your big talk about potential and success, look where you are now,” snickered Brock as he gazed down at Typhon, still going to town on his monster length. He was even lapping up his seed as he kept on sucking him off. “You’re nothing more than a pitiful slut or maybe this is your key to success. You demean yourself to those truly great and ride their dicks to success with them. That actually suits a balless runt like yourself.”\n\n“Think what you want,” spoke Typhon, pausing from his sucking to look up at Brock. “But I meant every word I said. You have a great body and a dick that is clearly the envy of every last one of us here, but despite all that potential, it is wasted on you. Still, my potential is far greater than yours. I merely lack your experience.”\n\n“Well, you certainly aren’t going to get it by sucking me off,” stated Brock. “Not unless it is your aspiration to be a slut. If you are, how about fondling my balls some too, I always enjoy that.”\n\n“Duly noted,” acknowledged Typhon as he extended an arm, barely able to reach Brock’s nuts. They were so big in his palm that he was only able to grasp one at a time. “Oh, I did also agree to tell you my big secret if you won. Care to hear it?”\n\n“I think we all already know what it is,” assumed Brock as he let the little chimera continue to nudge him closer and closer to his climax, finding him surprisingly good at this.\n\nThe jocks continued to laugh and rub their junk as they witnessed this shameless display of Typhon’s. However, what none of them noticed was that, little by little, the big stallion’s dick had been reduced in size and thickness ever since the chimera first wrapped his lips around the big meat log. Conversely, the chimera’s own length had begun to get bigger, the change in the micropenis far more noticeable as it was reaching a size big enough for it to even be considered a tiny baby peepee by his peers.\n\nNot only that, but his balls were also increasing in size and virility. His deflated balloon of a sac looked as if it was finally getting inflated as his balls were growing in size, reaching the size of peas, then growing big as peanuts, and nearing marble proportions. On Brock’s end, his nuts were getting smaller, though taking it drop by drop from a bucket was hardly something to even notice so early on. The only one who did notice this soon, with a smirk spread across his face, was Typhon himself, growing ever more eager-looking as he held on tightly to his unaware prey. Brock merely patted him on the head, confusing the look on his face for one that was cock hungry in a different way.\n\n“Yes, I don’t have any potential yet,” thought Typhon as he felt the tingle of power he was stealing away from the stallion before him and it wasn’t just limited to the space between his legs, but every inch of his body too. Typhon’s soft, slender arms were starting to thicken as the muscles within them developed. The same was true for all the muscles his body possessed while the jock’s own were starting to weaken and soften. Every barbell he lifted, every situp, pushup, and exercise he performed, and the countless hours he spent honing his body, all that experience he had amassed, it was leaving his body and being taken in by that little chimera, making it his own.\n\nHis muscles grew and evolved, growing bigger, stronger, more powerful with every bit more of the horse’s he stole. His flat gut and chest developed into pecs and abs that only became more and more impressive by the minute. The little chimera had even started to gain some more height from the stallion too, helping to better accommodate his gains while Brock had been steadily getting reduced in size.\n\nIn a mere ten minutes, everyone, Brock included was finally started to notice something unusual was happening. It was mostly the changes happening to Typhon as he was looking less and less the wimpy creature he began as and was appearing more toned. His cock and balls had even grown to be a decent size for a creature of his short stature while only getting bigger the more they stared at it.\n\nNone of them were quite certain what was going on, but after another ten minutes passed and Typhon was looking even stronger, taller, and endowed, they were finally able to see where it was all coming from, Brock himself. His normally toned body was looking strangely softer and less defined all over when earlier he was easily the most jacked of the team. His height and size were also reduced, making his shirt a lot looser on him and only getting worse, whereas Typhon’s only shirt was stretching tighter by the minute.\n\nMost alarming of all was that Brock’s cock and balls were looking far from how they looked when he first dropped his trousers. From being the monster length he began with, it didn’t even look to have a length half as big and his balls were hardly the grapefruits that’d be able to impregnate a hundred mares in a single night. His size problems were getting worse too and at an increasing rate as a few more centimeters of length and a few millimeters of thickness were vanishing with each vigorous suckling Typhon proceeded to give him.\n\nBrock’s muscles were also waning faster. He could feel his strength fading leaving him as his body got progressively weaker. By the time he realized the horrible truth and attempted to escape Typhon’s clutches, to stop this drain on him, it was already too late. The deceptive chimera had already gained too much might from him, more than enough to dominate the situation. He held Brock in place and continue to suck what remained of his once proud length, taking all he wanted from the diminishing stallion.\n\n“W-What are you doing to me?” cried Brock in a panic when action proved useless.\n\n“I think it is fairly obvious what’s going on by now,” answered Typhon. Despite not having his scaly lips on the horse’s cock it was still growing more pathetic, making the horse fear that there might not be any way for him to stop what’s been started. “I’m gaining experience.”\n\n“Yeah, by taking it from me!” he cried and attempted to strike the chimera in the side of his face, to fight him off. His punch connected, but even the stallion could tell how ineffective it was. The chimera didn’t even budge a single step from where he stood.\n\n“I haven’t been that weak for six whole minutes,” commented Typhon with a grin as he made a fist and struck Brock back in kind, his attack proving the stronger of the two. The former laughter of the jocks around them that had turned to silence was now whispers of dread as they saw their friend reduced to such a weak level from what he once was and only getting worse. After that last exchange of blows the transfer was getting even faster as Typhon was now the one sporting an impressive cock and balls. He was still a far cry from the monster length Brock had, but the stallion’s length was looking even more pathetic than Typhon started with. He had barely a nub of his crotch while his balls seemed nonexistent along with the scrotum.\n\n“My cock and balls,” groaned Brock, reaching down to feel them, only to find he was depressingly smooth. He was so upset he looked on the verge of tears. “What have you done to them?”\n\n“As I said before, I’ve taken all their experience, all the years nature has blessed them to grow and develop and given them to mine,” he explained. “However, it seems that even with all that experience it has only granted me this much length and thickness. Not that I need to settle for this. There are plenty more in this school for me to take size from and thanks to you, I already know who to go after next.”\n\n“Thanks to me?” questioned Brock. “How?”\n\n“Even your empty head has some useful information,” he continued. “Earlier, I was able to obtain your locker combination to get out of it and just now I’ve searched your mind for others worth my time to hunt. There’s a cheetah that has me interested, oh and your friend Dozer definitely must be added.”\n\n“Y-You can’t do this,” pleaded Brock, feeling so weak and helpless. He really did start to cry, more terrified of the monster still feeding off of him even as they conversed. What little remained of his muscles was not going to last long. Meanwhile, the chimera was no longer the puny stringbean, but almost five feet tall and appeared incredibly muscular. Brock would have been envious if it wasn’t for the fact that it was his strength that was residing in him. “All that is mine! Give it back!”\n\n“Before long, I’ll be able to have a cock and balls truly worthy of me,” Typhon told himself. He wasn’t even paying any mind to the horse that was out of things to be taken. “I should start finishing up here so I can go home and get some rest for tomorrow. Still, it’ll be hard to sleep when I just want to try out this wonderful body of mine.”\n\nSeeing that he wasn’t getting anywhere with the chimera, Brock turned to his friends who were still standing a safe distance away. “Please guys… help me…” he begged them.\n\nHis words managed to give them some courage to step forward. Even with Typhon’s newly stolen strength he was hardly a threat to their superior numbers. Together they knew they could overpower the monster and make him give back what he had taken. As they approached, Typhon didn’t budge, still focused on draining away what he could from Brock.\n\n“Don’t come any closer,” he suddenly spoke to all the jocks around him. “I made this one my prey so I hunted him. Do anything foolish and you will also be added to my list. The only thing saving you is that I have merely not shown any interest, as of yet. However, since I’ve enrolled at this school, I am the top of the food chain. You are all but krill and me a fucking huge blue whale that can swallow you all up in one gulp. Now, who has the balls to come forward and give them to me?”\n\nEven Typhon’s voice was far scarier-sounding after his growth spurt. None of the jocks dared face him and risk sharing Brock’s fate. The abandoned stallion watched them all back away, unable to blame them, certain he wouldn’t risk his life against a creature that could take all he possessed with only body contact. Still, he was pissed to be let down in his time of need. “Fuck you all,” he told them before Typhon tossed Brock to the ground and pressed his cock and balls against Brock’s crotch.\n\n“How about we have another measuring?” said Typhon like he was suggesting it, but was already in the process of looking down to see his dick eclipse what little Brock had left. “Heheh, when they coined the term hung like a horse they certainly didn’t have a no dick mule like you in mind. I bet your stream is so weak that when you pee you probably gotta sit on the seat so you don’t piss on your feet. And where the hell are your balls? Surely they should have dropped for someone at your age.”\n\n“Shut up,” cried Brock, powerless to do anything but sob in his current state. “You know full well why I’m so small. You stole my cock and my balls. You stole everything from me!”\n\n“Not quite everything, yet,” admitted Typhon as he lifted the horse up and turned him around. He then slammed him against the wall and pinned him to it tightly. “But I intend to. I’d say you should just take it like a man, but all that made you one is in me now. Your only option now is to cry to be rescued, but it’s already clear that nobody is going to risk their own safety for you. But don’t worry too much. I only take what I need to grow stronger and that does not include your life.”\n\n “What else do I have left for you to take?” he sniffled, feeling Typhon’s thick cock pressing against his tailhole, preparing to penetrate it. Spitting into his hand, the chimera used his saliva to lube himself up. Holding Brock’s waist, he pushed in slowly. Brock tried to clench his cheeks together, but even the muscles in his rear were diminished to the point that he couldn’t even put up a little resistance in being fucked.\n\n “This is so wrong!” Brock cried out again. “You’re fucking me with my own penis!”\n\n “It was yours,” answered Typhon very smugly. He grinned and drooled some, finding the fear of his victim a delicious turn on for him. It prompted him to push the rest of the way in with one big thrust, listening to the stallion wail out as his formly unpierced tailhole was forcefully invaded. “But now it’s mine! I have most of what you’ve had, but I’ve saved just enough to be able to enjoy you first. Now, let me enjoy this cock of mine a little.”\n\n “F-Fuck you,” he groaned, pained by the dick in his ass, stretching it achingly.\n\n “No, I’m gonna fuck you,” he retorted and clenched his hands onto Brock’s shoulders, forcing him down into better position to hump and then went wild plowing his ass without mercy or remorse on his face. Brock cried out louder, tears running down his eyes as snot ran from his nose. To all his friends that were standing in absolute terror his cries were unbearable, but to Typhon, they only seemed to invigorate him further, making him even let out a bone-chilling cackle.\n\n “This is the real Typhon,” they all thought as they watched him pound their friend with endless enjoyment, his body increasing with size as he did while Brock’s frail figure was getting reduced even more. “Behind that intelligent, deceitful, and calculating front he was truly a monster, endlessly ravenous and pure evil.”\n\n “Heheheh, yes! That’s it. Give me it all!” he laughed reveling greatly in every extra inch stolen and added to his own body. With a few more inches of height, Typhon was eye level with many of the others in the room. He had already stopped growing, but his humping didn’t cease. The monster just kept at it until his climax drew nearer.\n\n While he had his way with the weakling’s ass, he couldn’t help think back to all those times he had taken his puny prick in hand and jerked himself off. There was no comparison to how much more wonderful his improved equipment felt as he kept shoving it into that rectum. With such massive balls pre leaked out almost in miniature climaxes, reapplying more lube to his thick length, allowing him perfect ease to continue pounding into the horse’s loosenening tailhole. There was so much, in fact, some of it started to ooze out whenever he pulled back.\n\n Each thrust sent wave after wave to pleasure into Typhon, getting him quickly addicted to the sensation. “So fucking wonderful,” he thought to himself. “Not only are my cock and balls so much more massive, but my lust feels so intense too. I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck without end. I doubt I can go even a day without jamming my cock into some nice, warm holes. Heheh, if I’d have known I’d love being big this much I’d have started my hunt ages ago.” He tugged his dick out of Brock looked down on it, smirking vainly and loving that he could feel such a way about himself now. Lifting up Brock with barely any effort, he eyed his handiwork, seeing his seed dripping out. With two fingers, he pushed them into his tailhole and checked how loose it was, taking a moment to admire the first of many holes he was going to wreck, this one likely to be the least damaged to all.\n\n “Well, nothing left to do but finish fucking you,” stated Typhon as he lowered Brock back down and rammed his junk back into him, feeling as his tailhole fit his cock like a glove. With a few more lustful humps, his climax finally came and he unloaded the biggest load of seed he had ever made to date. Murring and moaning with bliss, he felt several large globs shoot into the horse’s rear. It went on for almost a full minute, filling the horse’s rectum to the point of overflowing. Only when his dick began to soften did he pull it out, breathing with great satisfaction, much of the seed leaking out from the loose pucker hole. “Oh, fuck yeah. I’ve waited so long for this.”\n\nStepping towards the jocks, they were able to get a closer look at him now that he had finished absorbing what he could from Brock. He was even bigger, as they had anticipated, but there were additional changes he had gone through as well. Golden hair started to grow from the top of his head and all the way down his neck. It grew quickly, becoming a flowing mane similar to what Brock had. His feet were also changing and morphing becoming more like hooves while retaining a scaly, three-toed shape. Looking at them once the changes were complete, it was like his feet were wrapped armor.\n\n “That was even more wonderful than I could have hoped,” he spoke, holding the remains of Brock in one hand. The jocks took one look at Brock and felt sick. His body now looked just like a newborn foal, a terribly malnourished one. What made it even more sickening was that Typhon’s seed was oozing from his tailhole and the big beast looked as guilt free as ever. Walking in front of the jocks, they fearfully stepped back, a sight that made the chimera grin with delight.\n\n “It feels wonderful to have so much power and to be able to see the fear in the eyes of those with less,” he spoke, sounding less malevolent in tone, but there was still some sadistic giddiness in his voice. “To see you cower in fear at my mere approach, but as I promised, so long as I do not decide to make you my prey, no harm will befall you. Unless, of course, you wish to try and stop me now.” He scanned the room and saw them all trembling. “Heh, didn’t think so.”\n\nTurning to the nearest jock, he looked ready to piss himself when their eyes met. Extending his arm with what remained of Brock, he handed him over. “See to it that this gets returned to its parents. I have no more use for it.” In the corner of his eye, Typhon spotted Brock’s leather jacket where he had hung it up before all this began. “Well, I took everything else from it.” Grabbing the leather jacket, Typhon slipped it on, leaving the rest of his several sizes too small clothes behind as he headed for the door. The jocks backed away to let him go unobstructed. The sound of his altered feet clacked on the ground with every step he took. The sound they made quickly became unnerving to them, becoming an indication that Typhon was near them. They didn’t dare leave themselves, not till he was long out of sight.\n\n“Note to self,” mumbled Typhon as he looked down in admiration at his cock and balls with pride, but knew he could still improve them so much more. “Bring a new set of clothes to put on when getting ready to feast on future prey. This way I don’t have to walk around in the buff afterwards.”", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Prologue

    “Quack!  Quack!  Quack!” rang Typhon’s phone as its alarm sounded to wake him up.  Buried beneath his blanket with his pillow flopped on top of his head, he moaned, not the least bit content to wake up when the sun was barely peeking over the horizon to chase away the darkness.  Extending a skinny, white-scaled arm from his blanket, he blindly reached for his end table where his phone continued to make duck calls.  Slapping his hand down, he attempted to turn off the alarm.  His first few attempts just had him smack the table.  After that, he managed to hit the corner of his phone.  A couple more tries and his fingers tapped the screen and made it go silent.

    “Fina-freakingly,” he yawned, just awake enough now to start stretching under his covers before rising up onto his knees atop his bed.  Typhon was a rather unusual creature.  He wasn’t very tall, barely three feet in height and with just enough meat on his bones to be considered skinny rather than malnourished.  His eyes were gray and he had a pair of horns on the sides of his forehead, though they were mere nubs that weren’t even pointy at their tips.  He had a short, skinny tail as well that reached almost down to his ankles.  His hands possessed three digits and a thumb while his feet were limited to three evenly-sized toes.  He was dressed in nothing more than a black, sleeveless undershirt and a black pair of boxers with red elastic.

    Despite his appearance that would instantly lead one to believe Typhon was a dragon, he was actually a chimera.  Through a combination of science and magic, he was created and developed into the creature he currently was.

Extending his arms outward, he yawned once more, exhaling the last of his weariness and then rubbed his right eye as he moistened his lips with his tongue.  “Time to get up,” he mumbled to himself as he crawled to the end of his bed backwards and started to climb down.  While the drop was not even four feet down, Typhon’s small stature meant he couldn’t quite reach the floor while his upper body clung on to the top of his bed.  He had to slowly slide himself down and then let go and drop a couple of inches to get out of bed.  It was a tedious task, one of many he was forced to endure while he lacked height.

Ignoring his shortcomings, Typhon approached his calendar pad and took the corner of the topmost page in his thumb and index finger.  With a quick tug, he tore yesterday off and stared at today’s date, more precisely at the text he added onto it that read, “First day of High School.”

“It’s finally arrived,” he told himself as he gazed upon today’s date.  “Time to get myself ready for it.”

Heading to his bathroom the white-scaled chimera first made his way to his sink.  Grabbing his toothbrush, he added a bit of toothpaste to it and then smiled into the mirror.  He had a small set of pointy teeth in his maw, with noticeable gaps between each one.  Bringing his toothbrush into his mouth, Typhon began to clean them and his gums, filling his maw with foam before spitting it out into his sink.  He repeated this several times and then filled a small paper cup with water to rinse his mouth out.  Filling it up a couple more times, he gulped down some water before crushing the cup and tossing it in the trash, now that it served its purpose.

The next stop for the small creature was his shower.  Taking a pit stop at his linen closet, he retrieved a pale blue towel from it.  In front of the shower he hung the towel on a hook on its door.  Finally, he slipped out of his underwear and t-shirt, completely exposing his skinny figure.

Opening the door, he stepped into the shower, turned on the hot water and shut his eyes as the downpour started to soak him to the bone.  He then blindly reached for a shelf with a loofah and a bar of soap on it.  Grabbing them, Typhon wet them both in the falling water and then sudsed up the loofah with the soap.  With loofah in hand, Typhon used it to clean himself from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet, scrubbing away any dirt, sweat, and germs and then let the water wash it off of him and swirl it down the drain afterwards.  At his short stature, it took him barely more than five minutes to complete the task and make himself feel refreshed and clean.

    Once all that was done, Typhon shut off the water, opened the door to the shower, to grab his towel, and dried himself off.  Leaving the shower, he then made his way over to the full body mirror in his bathroom.  Dropping his towel, he started to look himself over very carefully, flexing the muscles on his arms at first and looking quite disappointed at the measly bulges on them that were his muscles.  Rubbing the top of his head, he felt his horns, another less than thrilling feature of his.  They were so stubby and smooth-tipped that the eraser of a pencil could have been pointier than they were.

    Looking at his chest and lifting up his arms, they were as smooth and soft as silk.  While that was hardly a bad thing, Typhon just sighed as he ran his claws over his chest  as he wished it was more built along with the rest of his figure and that both weren’t so barren, but thick with pubic hair, a sure sign of a might alpha male.  With how his figure looked, combined with his height, he appeared more like someone going into grade school rather than high school.

    With a slow turn around, Typhon checked out his backside that was every bit as slender and underwhelming as the rest of his body.  The same was true also for his legs and feet.  Finally, the small chimera focused his gaze at his crotch, staring at his greatest shame of all, his cock and balls.  They were pathetic.  His length wasn’t even a full inch long hard and while it was soft, the head was longer than the length.  The thickness was also a baffling disgrace.  The best way he could describe his length was that it was like a regular #2 pencil that had been sharpened down to the metal part at the end.

Typhon’s balls were no less pathetic too.  His sack was only about as big a piece of chiclet gum after it had been chewed up and flattened.  At that size, it looked like it could have been just big enough to barely fit one regular sized testacle for a creature of his small proportions, but, for Typhon, his nuts were like a pair of dippin dots that left enough space the chimera to pinch his scrotum and fail to squish either one of them.  The sac was just as bald as the rest of his body, so he didn’t even have some hair to help distort its size.

Such a sight was almost too pathetic to laugh at, though Typhon didn’t doubt anyone jerky enough would bust a gut laughing if they found out that someone at his age was likely smaller than a newborn.  Reaching down to poke his package, Typhon glared, just as dissatisfied with it as he was with everything else.

“I have so much more potential than this,” he sighed before waddling out of his bathroom, butt naked.  Going to his dresser, from the top drawer he pulled out a fresh pair of underwear, this one blue with green elastic.  Along with that, he took out a matching undershirt.  In the drawer below it, he selected a red t-shirt with a yellow duck on the front.  On the back, it had the words, “Don’t Duck With Me.”

In the third drawer, were his pants.  Taking a pair of jeans out, he slipped them on, zippered them up, and finally snapped the button.  Typhon made some final adjustments to the back of his pants and underwear making sure his tail comfortably fit through the holes in them.  With that on, he was all cleaned and dressed for school.

“Just need to grab my schoolbag, lunch, and, of course, my phone,” he reminded himself and quickly grabbed the most important of the three first, his smartphone.  Plucking it off his nightstand, he unplugged it from its charger.  Unlocking it, he did a last minute check to his email.  “Knowing the ole prof, he probably sent me some more fatherly advice for my big day.”  As his inbox updated, sure enough, an email was delivered to him not more than ten minutes earlier.  “Yup, here it is.  He hardly even really counts as my parent, unless staring at me while I was in a petri dish counts.”

Typhon tapped on the email to open it and then began to read it.


Dear Experiment EB2-M3 aka Typhon,

    It’s hard to believe how much time has gone by since your creation.  I can still recall how adorable you were in that artificial womb I built for you.  Since your birth, I’ve done all I could to shelter and nurture you into the creature you are today, but in order for you to further grow and develop you require experiences that I am not be able to provide you.  It’ll be up to you to venture out and obtain them for yourself.

    I am both thrilled and terrified for you in this endeavor and would like to remind you that while you have endless potential in you, your development will rest solely on the choices you make and actions you take.  I trust you to make each and every one of them count.  Remember, you were made with my genius, so I don’t expect anything less for you.


    “I can just feel how much he cares,” Typhon spoke sarcastically as he closed and deleted the email without even bothering to finish it.  He simply pocketed his phone then went to grab the rest of his stuff and then headed out of his home to walk to school.


Chapter 1

    For Brock, life was as good as it could get for a jock in highschool.  He was the star quarterback and captain of the football team and on par with only a handful of other students for the most popular.  As a 6’ 4” tall stallion weighing 273 lbs of almost pure muscle, his body was a sight to behold.  As an adonis of horses, every inch of his build seemed to be in perfect proportion, nothing too big or small.  It would have been a painstaking ordeal to find even a single flaw on him.

This thoroughbred was very good-looking too, with a long flowing auburn mane to match his lustrous coat and light blue eyes.  His pearly whites were straight and gave him a million dollar smile.  His abs and pecs were a sight to behold, something anyone could get lost in if they stared for too long.  Guys were envious, wanting to be him and girls were attracted to the stud, lusting to fuck him (many of whom got the chance to).

    Indeed, life was great for him, as he rolled into school, wearing his expensive black, leather jacket and designer jeans.  He even had his team jersey on, the light scent of booze on it from yesterday’s post game victory party.  His breath still had a slight trace of the stink on it too, but he had gone to school reeking worse and the teacher’s overlooked the obvious underaged drinking.  They merely congratulated him for earning the school another splendid win and bringing them another step closer to the playoffs.

    Brock made his way to school the way he usually did, behind the wheel of his red convertible, despite living close enough he could have simply walked.  He did it for three reasons.  The first was because he just loved to travel in style.  The second, as the captain of the football team, he had an unofficial parking space in the school parking lot near the doors.  Anyone was allowed to park there, but, going on years now, it had become a tradition for the student who became the captain of the football team to park there and Brock was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.  Lastly, and most important of all, the top stallion was more than likely to leave school with one of his many admirers, to find a secluded spot, to make out with them in the back seat and almost guaranteed to invite them back to his place to let them see what he was packing in his pants.

    “Wonder who will get lucky with me tonight,” he questioned himself as he cruised his way towards the school.  He had one hand on the wheel while the other was rubbing the bulge in his pants with anticipation.  He was hardly even erect and yet it was clear what a monster schlong he was lugging around with him.  “Heh, it might just be my imagination, but it feels like this cock of mine just gets bigger and bigger.  My balls too.  I could probably put an elephant to shame if we were to compare sizes.”

    He let out a hearty laugh and he gave his crotch a couple more pats.  Shutting his eyes for a moment, he imagined the fun he’d be having tonight, already considering who would be the lucky lady to bear witness and pleasure to his legendary package.  In doing so, he didn’t notice that he was headed straight towards a certain white-scaled creature crossing through the school parking lot.  As his laughter faded, he cracked his eyes open just enough to see the pedestrian already with his arms out, bracing to protect his head from the collision.

    “Oh, fuck!” gagged Brock as he slammed on the brakes in an attempt to stop.  Despite doing so, his car still had enough momentum to slide forward, towards the dragon-like creature.  Fortunately for him, the car’s speed had decreased to near nothing when it connected with him, giving him no more than enough of a shove to knock him onto his rear with a little thud.

    “Crap!  Crap!  Crap!” panicked the horse as he parked his car and leapt over the door to check on who he hit.  “Are you okay?”

    “My ass is a bit sore, but other than that, I’m fine,” the small creature answered getting up.

    “That’s good, kid,” Brock breathed a sigh of relief as he helped him up.  He saw there were a few other students around who had seen what had happened and upon seeing the situation already appeared resolved they just went about their own business, choosing to not get involved.  Brock sighed with relief for this too, glad one moment of carelessness hadn’t been the end of the world for him.  Running his fingers through his mane, took a few more small breaths to fully calm himself until he was able to continue speaking more light-hearted.  “So, what’s a grade schooler doing all the way over here anyway?”

    “Grade school?” he asked.  “No, I might be small, but I’m far more than qualified to be in highschool.  I just transferred in today.”

    “Sorry to give you such a, uh, rough welcome,” Brock apologized.  “Not the best of first impressions is it?”

    “I’m okay, so it’s fine, but I didn’t expect an incident like this on my first day of school,” he admitted, rubbing his sore bottom.  “I don’t even have a reputation yet to be put on someone’s shit list.  I’m Typhon, by the way.”

    “Nice to meet you, Typhon,” greeted the brawny horse.  “I’m Brock, a stallion and the mvp on the football team.  But, perhaps, my reputation precedes me.”

    “Nope.  I’m not really into sports,” admitted Typhon, causing an awkward pause.

“Oh… uh,” Brock said scratching behind his ears as he tried to think of how to move things along.  Looking down to his wrist, he paused checked his watch.  “Oh, uh, look at the time.  We should continue this on our way to class.  I doubt you want to be late on your first day.”

    “Well, I could always blame it on you if I was,” he joked and got a chuckle out of Brock.

    “Just let me park my car and then we can go into the school together,” he said as he quickly hopped into his car and more carefully pulled into his parking spot.  Getting out again, he walked with Typhon to the school, continuing where their conversation left off.  “Looking at you, you’re a dragon, right?  We don’t have too many of them around here.”

    “I’m not quite a dragon, but that’s not really important right now,” he replied.  “It’s nice to meet you too, Brock and I must say, you do look and sound quite impressive, full of a lot of experience and potential.”

    “Uh, thanks,” Brock replied after taking a moment to understand what Typhon just said to him.  “It was a lot of hard work to get like this, but I can’t deny that my genes played no small part in it.  Both my parents were great athletes too.”  Lifting up an arm, he flexed it to show how much bigger the already thick appendage got while his muscles bulged.

    “Indeed,” Typhon agreed as he did the same, though his skinny arms were far less impressive to look at.  Even attempting to make a muscle there was no visible change to his bicep, much to Typhon’s dismay.  He looked back at the thick python’s connected to Brock’s shoulders, unable to help appear envious.  “I was also made with great potential.  I just lack the experience, experience I aim to get here.”

    “Well, if you say so,” the huge horse spoke, unsure what kind of physical potential a creature like Typhon could have when he had such a skinny and weak-looking figure.  “So, what school did you go to before you transferred here?”

    “I was actually homeschooled for my entire education,” Typhon answered as they entered into the school and started down the halls lined with lockers.  “I got a far better education as a result.”

    “I guess your parents must be professors or teachers or something to be able to do that,” he commented.

    “I don’t have parents in the typical sense,” Typhon informed his new acquaintance.  “Just an incredibly knowledgeable scientist.  He possesses a vast wealth of information in his lab in books and his computers that he has spent hundreds of hours cramming into me.  Right now, I am greatly versed in even more subjects than this school offers in both its required courses and electives.  Overall, my intellect is on par with a student current a few years into college.”

    “If you are that far ahead of the curve, why not just skip highschool and go straight to college?” wondered the stallion.

“I could,”Typhon admitted.  “However, homeschooling did deprive me of growth I desperately need and can only obtain by interacting with others.  As for the overall education of this establishment itself, I doubt there is anything new I will be able to learn here.”

    “Yeah,” agreed Brock, chuckling.  “I’m asleep from boredom for half my classes and the other half of the time I’m wondering when I’ll even need to use any of this stuff in real life.”

    “So, what do you do about it?” wondered Typhon wearing a curious look upon his face.
    “About what?” the stallion replied, scratching his head.

    “If this school doesn’t provide you with adequate knowledge to prepare you for your future, how do you compensate for that?”

    “I don’t really do anything,” he admitted.  “I mean, what’s the point?  I’m the star athlete and I’m practically guaranteed a scholarship into college.  Besides, you saw my car.”

    “A little too closely,” Typhon reminded him bluntly.

    “Right… sorry again,” he continued.  “My parents got me that car when I got my driver’s license.  They’re loaded so I’m not hurting for money.  I have so much potential, as you said, but I don’t really need to do anything with it.  Well, nothing short of having a good time.”

    “From what you’ve said, I’d say I’ve got a decent picture of you,” stated Typhon as he gave the buff horse a look over from top to bottom.  He paused when his eyes were centered on his crotch, seeing his pants left nothing to the imagination.  A faint smirk appeared on his face for a moment before vanishing and returned to looking up at the tall horse.  “Do you know that metaphor about the fish in the pond?”

    “You mean about being a big fish in a small pond?” he asked.  “Yeah.  It pretty much means you are the top of the food chain.”

    “Partially right,” Typhon corrected him.  “While the fish might be the top of the food chain where he is, that is just a small pond he lives in.  Should he venture into the ocean he’s bound to encounter fish, as big, if not even larger than himself.  He can choose to live out his days dominating mediocrity till that pond dries up or risk going out into the ocean where he will either survive and grow or possibly be eaten alive.”

    “You know, when I almost hit you with my car,” commented Brock.  “I didn’t expect you to be giving me a lecture on a metaphor.  So, I’m a big fish in a small pond.  So what?”

    “Actually,” Typhon continued.  “The way I see it, you are more of a small fish flopping around in a puddle.”

    “Uh, excuse me?” replied Brock certain he was being insulted.

    “Public schools in this country are hardly known for having high academic standards and practices for preparing its students for the real world.  The true big fish make efforts outside of it to better enrich themselves while others coast through, expecting this laughable education to be enough.  Then there are those like you who don’t even take this level of education seriously and rely entirely on the small chance of being the one percent to have their college tuition paid for them through an athletic scholarship.  The odds of you actually receiving such a thing are almost nonexistent and in the event you sustain even a minor injury on or off the field or court or wherever you play the game that slim chance will drop to zero.  On the off chance you do make it to college you either have the choice to focus on your studies or continue playing football in the hopes of making it to the NFL.  From what I’ve already seen of you, you’d likely pick the later, only to find that you are no longer the biggest fish around and struggle to not get eaten by the competition.  Now, you’ll have to work even harder to keep up and be even more careful to avoid injury.  Then, with an even smaller chance than getting that scholarship, you can only pray to whatever God you believe in that you will be selected to go pro.  And there, you’ll be up against the biggest fish of all, in the ocean.  How you fare here will determine how long you remain on the team, get traded around like in a game of hot potato, or simply dropped and fade into obscurity.  For most, in such a situation, they would be left with hardly any formal education and wind up with a sub par job that they will cling to in the hopes of scraping together a meager existence from.  You, however, come from money, as you told me.  You’ll just piggyback on mommy and daddy’s love for you, which is essentially the same as failing at life and crying like a newborn for them to make all the bad things in life to go away so you can contently suckle on your mother’s breast all the way through your thirties and maybe even your forties too.”

    “I’m astonished,” Brock admitted angrily.  “I usually get along well with everyone in this school, but, in the five minutes you’ve been going on, you’ve pissed me off to no end, ya little cock sucker!”

    “It appears I’ve hit a nerve,” said Typhon, not the least bit frightened as the hulking horse leered down at him with disdain.  “That was only an observation on where your life could potentially lead.  With this knowledge you could attempt to alter it so your potential won’t go to waste, but seeing how angry me telling you all this has made you, it’s clear that you were already well aware of these facts and still weren’t going to do a damn thing about it.  In the end, you’ve got a great amount of potential and tons of experience, but it will all amount to mediocrity, at best.”

    “And a little shit stain like you thinks he can do better than me?” snapped Brock as he picked him up by his shirt with one arm.  “You talk trash to me by calling me a small fish, but I could probably lift that scrawny ass body of yours off the ground with my cock.”

    “Probably,” agreed Typhon.  “You are quite well endowed, even by the standards of your species.”

    “And I don’t need whatever kinda homeschooling crap you got to know that your dick is probably the size of an inchworm,” he spat at the chimera.  “I’ll give that you’ve got brains, but with a puny body like that and your sense of unearned superiority, you’ve got as much potential as my shit.  Since you’re new, I’ll go easy on you, this time.”  With his free hand, Brock dialed the combination to his locker and opened it up.  “I’ll just stuff you in here for a period or two of class.  Maybe then you’ll learn just how low you really are on the food chain.”

    “I highly doubt it,” replied Typhon as he pressed his palm against Brock’s forehead.  “Uh huh… okay… got it.”

    “What the fuck you doing, ya freak?” questioned Brock as he shoved Typhon into his locker and slammed it shut, locking it as he did.  Rubbing his head, he walked off grumbling to himself.  “Bastard been ruining my day since I got to school.  Giving me a headache.  This fucking sucks.”


    Soon after Brock left, the halls became deserted with all the students off to class.  Listening for the silence, Typhon finally sprung into action.  “27 right, 13 left, and 20 right,” he said to himself as he struggled with working the combination lock from inside the locker.  This is 0 and everything is reversed on this side.  So, if I do it like this… I should be able to get out of here.”  Managing the combination as best he could, he input the combination slowly, keeping track of what number he was on since he couldn’t see the actual numbers.  Once he got to the last number, he attempted to open the locker.  To his delight, it worked and the door slid open, allowing him to jump down to the ground and stretch his cramped body.

    “Shoved into a locker on your first day,” spoke a voice from what Typhon had assumed was an empty hallway.  Turning to look, the small chimera saw a medium-sized reddish brown feathered owl looking down at him.  He was dressed in a navy blue suit with golden buttons.  The right pocket of his coat was monogrammed with an ‘A.’  Over his yellow eyes was a pair of silver glasses.  “Not quite the best of starts I’d say.”

    “Uh, let me guess, you’re the principal here, right?” questioned Typhon as he looked the owl over curiously.

    “That’s correct,” he nodded.  “In these hallowed halls of learning, I’m Principal Archimedes and I am in charge of this school and all the students in it.  That includes you, my boy.  So, unless you wanna get a tardy on your record, you should hurry over to class before you are any later than you are.”

    “I didn’t come here to be taught some remedial things that shouldn’t qualify for more than elementary level education,” he retorted.  “I merely enrolled to obtain experience.”

    “Looks like that hasn’t worked out too well with how you ended up,” he chuckled.

“I was merely testing the waters,” he explained some irritation in his voice that was quickly repressed.  “And I must say, I’ve already found a decent-sized fish I wish to catch.  All I need is the right bait.”

    “Bait, huh?” pondered Archimedes.  “Well, good luck with that, son, but you’d best be careful trying to reel in a big one.  A guppy like you could end up getting eaten alive instead.”  Typhon turned a bit red in the face as his own metaphor was turned against him.  Archimedes chuckled a bit.  “Ohoh, there’s nothing I enjoy more than a battle or wits.  Well, good luck gaining that experience of yours and try to make your time here an enjoyable one.”

    Watching the principal walk away, Typhon merely snorted and made his way towards the cafeteria, peeking behind the counter to ensure it was empty before sneaking tiptoeing further in.  “Get eaten alive, my ass,” he scoffed.  “This whole school is nothing but a bunch of lousy krill and I’m a fucking blue whale that’s gonna swallow it all up.  When my stomach is full, then I’ll be enjoying myself.”


    Time passed as the first period classes were nearing their end.  In English, Brock was sitting at his desk in the back of the class.  Beside him, was one of his best friends and a fellow jock, a bull named Dozer.  With what little time remained in class, the students were tasked with a writing prompt.  This gave them and all the other students a chance to quietly chat while they worked.  The teacher, meanwhile, sat at his desk, focused on his computer to help him pass the time.

    “So, you shoved him in your locker?” whispered the large bull that was built like a mountain.  He was dressed in nothing but a blue, sleeveless shirt that had the words “Here’s the Beef” on the front in white letters.  He also had on black shorts with a white streak on both sides.  His arms and legs were so thick with muscle that they were at least as big as his head.  He had a six-pack of abs that could have even put some of professional bodybuilders to.  The skinniest part of his body was his tail that was like a spaghetti string with a tuft of black fur on the tip of it.

The bull had bluish gray fur with a cru cut of black hair on his head.  His eyes were gray and he had a golden nose ring dangling from his nostrils.  Crowning his head was a pair of horns that curved from the sides of his head to facing forward and then curved upwards a bit at the end.  If they were perfectly straight, they would have measured a full two feet in length, making them shorter than the third horn he possessed in his pants that he had just as much trouble keeping under wraps as Brock did.

“Yeah,” admitted Brock quietly as he and the rest of the class were working on their writing assignments.  He was half-assing it as he usually did, certain he’d be bumped up to at least a ‘B’ if not an ‘A-.’  “The little shit-stain pissed me off so I went old school and shoved him in there.  Felt kinda good to dust off that classic.”

“Well, hard to find anyone who can fit in those small ass lockers in they give us,” commented the bull.  “Wish I could have seen it.”

“Well, once this class is done, Dozer, I can show you the pipsqueak and, if he’s still feeling cocky, you can stuff him right back in it.”

“Eh, he’s probably learned his lesson,” Dozer figured, sounding a bit disappointed.  “But I’ll keep my horns crossed he hasn’t.”

The bell soon sounded over the intercom and all the students stopped scratching words onto paper.  Standing up they began to gather their things into their backpacks or piled onto their arms.  “Remember,” announced their teacher.  “Your homework for tonight is to finish your writing assignments and hand them in at the start of class.  Also, read the next chapter in your assigned reading.  Okay now, class dismissed.”

Once each student had their belongings collected, they proceeded out of the room one after another.  As Brock and Dozen made their way out, their teacher remarked, “That was some game the other night.  What was that, a thirty yard touchdown in the fourth quarter?”

“Thirty-two, but yeah,” Brock answered like it wasn’t anything special.  “I probably could have even done it forty or fifty yards away.”

“Why not say you could have ran the whole field on one leg?” joked Dozer.  “I wanna see if your ego can pop like a balloon if it gets too big.”

“Hahah, very funny,” smirked Brock as they headed out of the class and back towards the stallion’s locker.  “Well, time to see if the lil inmate is reformed and ready to join society again.”  Brock knocked on his locker.  “Hey, Typhon, are you ready to be paroled?”  There was no answer so Brock banged a bit louder.  “Typhon?  You fall asleep in there or something?”

“You sure you put him in your locker?” asked Dozer.

“Yes I’m sure,” he replied, growing worried something had happened to the little guy.  Hastily, he entered the combination on his locker and pulled it open to let him out, however, there was no puny chimera in there.  Instead, there was a load of chocolate pudding filled it up just short of the vents at the top.  With the door opened so hastily, Brock had no time to react as the brown goop flowed out, getting on his shirt and pants, not to mention the locker below his and the floor.  Reflexively, he put his hands out in front of the pudding to try and stop it, but all that managed to do was get his hands and arms messy too.

“What the fuck?!?” he swore at the unexpected shock of it all, drawing the attention of everyone else in the hall towards him.  One look and everyone was in hysterics, laughing at the big horse on campus losing in a battle against dessert.

“Hawhawhaw!” bellowed Dozer as he saw the stunned look on his friend’s face.  The bulky bull had to look away from the chocolatey mess Brock was covered in just to keep from laughing so he could catch his breath.  “Looks like someone got you with the ole chocolock prank.  It’s a waste of good pudding, but damn if that’s not hilarious.”

“That fucking shitstain,” fumed Brock as he clenched his pudding-coated hands.  “When I find him I’m gonna-”  His threat was cut off as his phone started to vibrate in his pants.  With his hands a mess, and his clothes already stained, Brock did the only logical thing he could think to do and wiped his hands clean on Dozer’s shirt.

“Dude,” complained Dozer as he saw the hand-shaped stain on his chest.  “Dick move.”
Brock didn’t apologize or even answer his friend.  Instead, he retrieved his phone from his pocket and checked the caller ID.  It only listed the number, but he already had an idea who was calling.  He answered the phone.  “Is this Typhon?”

“Hello Brock,” the chimera answered.  “Since you were letting me stay at your place I thought I’d redecorate.  Hope you don’t mind.”

“Listen up ya little dipshit,” threatened Brock.  “You better find another school to annoy because if I see you again I’m gonna mess you the fuck up.”

“It was just a harmless prank,” Typhon told him casually.  “But I figured you might not be the type that can’t take what you dish out so I opted to give you a call for my own safety.”

“How did you even get my number?” he questioned him.  “How’d you even escape from my locker?”

“That’s my secret,” he answered, chuckling a bit at the end to further agitate the horse.  “But, if you’d like me to tell you, all you have to do is accept my challenge.”

“Your challenge?” he asked.  “Like some sort of game?”

“Eh, more of a bet than anything,” he admitted.  “You seem to think that dick of yours is so great, but I’ll bet you anything that mine is bigger.”

“Yours bigger?” scoffed Brock.  “My penis is bigger than your entire body.  No way yours can even be a quarter of the size of mine.  But, if you really wanna challenge me then I’ll take that bet.  What are we waging?”

“Anything you want,” Typhon told him.  “I set the bet so you can decide the price for defeat.”

“Heh,” he chuckled, not needing more than a second to know just what he wanted to do.  “Okay, then, when I win, you gotta suck my dick and take it up your ass.  I’m not really into guys, but you’ve pissed me off enough that I’m gonna make you my bitch and fuck your brains out.  Oh, and if you somehow actually are bigger than you get to do that if you want, but I seriously doubt you are packing anything in those shorts of yours.”

“Then the challenge is accepted,” Typhon confirmed, not phased by Brock’s words.  “Wonderful.  Those will be the conditions.  If you win, you can do whatever you want to me with that dick of yours and I’ll even tell you a little secret of mine as a bonus.  However, should I win, I will be the one to fuck up your ass.  But don’t be surprised if this doesn’t turn out how you expect it to.”

Heh, sure whatever,” agreed Brock.  “Just tell me where and when and I’ll be there.”

“Let’s make it tonight at midnight in the school’s gymnasium.  I trust you won’t have any trouble getting in, right?”

“I’ll be there,” he promised.  “And when I’m through with you-”  Typhon hung up.  “That little bitch just hung up on me.”

“What was that all about?” wondered Dozer.  “I got some of it.  You are gonna fuck his ass or something?”

“Or something,” the stallion answered.  “It’s going down tonight at midnight.  I’ll bring the rest of the football team with me just to ensure he can’t run away when he realizes how much shit he got himself into.  You wanna come to watch it all go down too?”

“I think I’ll pass,” he replied.  “This seems like the kind of thing that is only going to get worse if you keep feeding into it.  I doubt there’s any way I can talk you out of going and ignore the little gnat.  You get away with plenty of crap for being the captain of the football team, but you aren’t untouchable and you’ve certainly got a lot to lose.”

“He filled my locker with chocolate pudding,” Brock reminded him.  “There is no going back from there.  But don’t worry, after tonight, my little problem will be a thing of the past.”

“I hope you’re right,” sighed Brock as he scooped up some pudding with a finger and brought it to his mouth.  “Such a waste of good pudding.”


Midnight couldn’t arrive sooner for Brock as he eagerly awaited his opportunity to put Typhon in his place.  Throughout the rest of the day, he found himself subconsciously rubbing his crotch, feeling his massive erection twitch and throb with eagerness.  It wanted to show off its size in all its glory and fuck that insolent upstart just as badly as the horse it was attached to.  Its own pride was wounded that such a tiny creature could even joke about having a larger penis, let alone declare such a high stakes bet that over it.

“Soon, my precious,” whispered Brock like it was a pet. “Soon you shall have all the pleasure you could want.”

“You’re starting to scare me,” commented Dozer as he stared at his friend’s behavior.  Brock merely smirked and continued praising his penis.

Throughout the day, Brock gathered up the rest of the football team, explaining the whole situation to them and invited them all to watch the spectacle that was to take place in the gym.  They all agreed, some curious to see Brock’s legendary cock at full mast.  Others wanted to see the little shrimp that believed he could defeat Brock in a competition of size.

That night, shortly before midnight, the team of jocks snuck back to the school, dressed in black.  They made their way to one of the art rooms on the first floor, the latch on it broken for years.  Through that they were all able to slip inside and quietly head towards the gym.

“I thought this place was creepy in the day time,” one of the jocks joked as they neared their destination.

“Heh, yeah,” snickered another.  “Isn’t this just like the start of a horror movie?  A group of kids go somewhere they shouldn’t be, only to encounter some terrible creature or murderous psycho that’s wielding a chainsaw that can carve up like a Thanksgiving Turkey.”

“Cut it out,” one of the others said not sounding amused.  “You’re making me paranoid that some freak is gonna jump around the corner and kill us all.”

“Sounds like someone’s a scaredy cat,” he snickered.

“You mean a scaredy lynx,” the other one amended, specifying it to the feline’s exact species.

“Am not,” he groaned.  “Now, let’s just watch Brock fuck this guy up so we can get outta here. I’m starting to question why I even came.”

“Relax,” assured Brock as he gripped the handle on the door and opened it.  “I’ll make this quick.  There’s a good chance Typhon won’t even show up, in which case we’ll just write that’s he’s a balless, small-dicked wuss and stuff like that in all the bathrooms.  That’ll serve him right.”

“I hate to break it to ya,” Typhon informed Brock as he entered with all his buddies.  Typhon was sitting on a bench for lifting weights.  Hopping off of it, he stretched and yawned, looking a bit weary from waiting.  “But I am here.”

    “Oh, this is even better,” retorted Brock with a smirk.  “Now I get to destroy that tailhole of yours to pieces.”  The rest of his gang chuckled and spread out, taking seats around the gym.  A couple of the guys remained by the door, making certain that Typhon couldn’t make a run for it if things didn’t go as he hoped they would.

“I see you brought your friends,” commented the small chimera, not showing any sign that he was afraid or anxious.  “I figured you would.  You have some guarding the door, expecting me to run off and the rest are here as witnesses to watch this all go down and turn me into a laughingstock tomorrow.  You don’t need to answer me.  Even an idiot could figure out that much.”

“Did you already plan ahead and transfer to another school so you wouldn’t have to deal with the absolute humiliation?” questioned the stallion.

“I won’t need to, not when I’ll win this little competition of ours,” answered Typhon.  “And you bringing along all your friends here is just what I hoped and expected you to do.  I want word of what happens tonight to reach the entire school and, unfortunately, you won’t be able to tell anyone anything once I’m through with you.”

“Ohoh!  Big talk coming from someone who looks like he should still be in diapers,” teased Brock, getting the others to laugh.  “Now, let’s just see who is clearly the bigger man.”

“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this for some time now,” agreed Typhon.  “Let’s not waste another moment.  Let’s see yours first.  Show me that rod that you are so proud of.”

“With pleasure,” he smirked, slipping first out of his leather jacket and placing it on the handle of an exercise bike.  He then removed his jeans, stepping out of them.  Next, he was to take off his underwear, but it was hardly a necessity as his erection left nothing to the imagination and his cock poked out through one of the leg holes and was pressed against his thigh.  Despite this, he pulled down his underwear and let his rod extend forward, it’s weight causing it tilt down, almost poking at the top of Typhon’s head.  “Well, what do you think?”

“Heh, you weren’t kidding about being large,” stated Typhon, with a small chuckle.  “Bigger and thicker than I imagined you’d be.”

“Is that all you gotta say?” called out one of the other jocks.  “He’s fucking huge!”

“Bigger than whatever’s in your shorts!” another mocked him.  “Hell, it’s bigger than you period!”

“Why even bother to compete with a god cock like that?  MIght as well bend over and let him fuck you already.”

“Your friends all possess quite a big mouth,” noted Typhon.  “And I’m guessing loose lips to blab everything that’s gonna happen here tonight.”

“Highschool is a far more vicious than elementary and middle school,” explained Brock.  “Of course a homeschooled fella like yourself wouldn’t know anything about it, what with living such a sheltered life.  You think you know how the world works, but how can you even say that when you’ve finally stepped it in and by it, I mean deep shit trouble.”

“I think we’ll find out which of us is the one who doesn’t understand in a moment,” Typhon returned as he removed his own pants.  He didn’t even need to remove his undies, though the reason was the opposite of Brock’s.  Just looking, there was not even a slight bulge of a package to see.  The stallion withheld a chuckle and watched as Typhon revealed his cock and balls and finally lost it when the puniness of it all made him sit down and hold his sides in hysterics.

“HAHAHAH!!!” he laughed so hard.  “You idiot!  You were trying to bluff me with that pinprick of yours!  No!  Even a pin is thicker and a hell of a lot longer than whatever that is between your legs!”

Hearing and seeing their leader’s reaction, the others moved in to see and saw he was not exaggerating at the microscopic size of Typhon’s dink.  One look and the room was filled with laughter, the only one silent was Typhon who didn’t even bat an eye as he waited for them to get it all out so they could continue.  He didn’t even flinch as they snapped pictures with their phones, ready to completely trash his reputation with this humiliating truth.

“Oh man,” wheezed Brock when he finally started to calm down.  He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked down at Typhon, still bare bottomed before him.  “Fuck, I haven’t laughed that hard in ages.  I actually feel pretty good now.”

“Well, laughter does release-” Typhon started to say.

“Yeah, yeah, that was something the teacher mentioned in health sciences ages ago,” Brock told him.  “That wasn’t the one thing in that class we were all actually interested in learning about.  Anyway, you can put your pants back on.  I’m feeling good enough now that I think I’ll let you off easy this time.  Whether the others will be so kind, well, you might have to beg and plead and suck their dicks off to get them to delete those photos.”

“Is that so?” replied Typhon with a bit of a smirk.  “Well, if that’s what I gotta do to prevent this blemish on my reputation, I better get to it.  And how about I start by sucking that big, meaty cock of yours, since that was the wager.”

“I already said you don’t have t-” Brock started to say, but his words were halted as Typhon gripped the horse’s monster length and began to suckle the head, barely able to get much more than that into his maw.  Brock didn’t expect the little creature to actually go through with this, especially after he showed mercy.  The rest of his group were quick to start taking more pictures and videos of the scene before them, ready to show the world the little cocksucker.

“Damn, look at him go!”

“He probably did all this to get into Brock’s pants?  Heh, what a freak!”

“Probably could have just asked rather than go through all this trouble.”

“Is he gonna be the team’s lil bitch?  Someone to suck us off before our games?”

“Heh, for all your big talk about potential and success, look where you are now,” snickered Brock as he gazed down at Typhon, still going to town on his monster length.  He was even lapping up his seed as he kept on sucking him off.  “You’re nothing more than a pitiful slut or maybe this is your key to success.  You demean yourself to those truly great and ride their dicks to success with them.  That actually suits a balless runt like yourself.”

“Think what you want,” spoke Typhon, pausing from his sucking to look up at Brock.  “But I meant every word I said.  You have a great body and a dick that is clearly the envy of every last one of us here, but despite all that potential, it is wasted on you.  Still, my potential is far greater than yours.  I merely lack your experience.”

“Well, you certainly aren’t going to get it by sucking me off,” stated Brock.  “Not unless it is your aspiration to be a slut.  If you are, how about fondling my balls some too, I always enjoy that.”

“Duly noted,” acknowledged Typhon as he extended an arm, barely able to reach Brock’s nuts.  They were so big in his palm that he was only able to grasp one at a time.  “Oh, I did also agree to tell you my big secret if you won.  Care to hear it?”

“I think we all already know what it is,” assumed Brock as he let the little chimera continue to nudge him closer and closer to his climax, finding him surprisingly good at this.

The jocks continued to laugh and rub their junk as they witnessed this shameless display of Typhon’s.  However, what none of them noticed was that, little by little, the big stallion’s dick had been reduced in size and thickness ever since the chimera first wrapped his lips around the big meat log.  Conversely, the chimera’s own length had begun to get bigger, the change in the micropenis far more noticeable as it was reaching a size big enough for it to even be considered a tiny baby peepee by his peers.

Not only that, but his balls were also increasing in size and virility.  His deflated balloon of a sac looked as if it was finally getting inflated as his balls were growing in size, reaching the size of peas, then growing big as peanuts, and nearing marble proportions.  On Brock’s end, his nuts were getting smaller, though taking it drop by drop from a bucket was hardly something to even notice so early on.  The only one who did notice this soon, with a smirk spread across his face, was Typhon himself, growing ever more eager-looking as he held on tightly to his unaware prey.  Brock merely patted him on the head, confusing the look on his face for one that was cock hungry in a different way.

“Yes, I don’t have any potential yet,” thought Typhon as he felt the tingle of power he was stealing away from the stallion before him and it wasn’t just limited to the space between his legs, but every inch of his body too.  Typhon’s soft, slender arms were starting to thicken as the muscles within them developed.  The same was true for all the muscles his body possessed while the jock’s own were starting to weaken and soften.  Every barbell he lifted, every situp, pushup, and exercise he performed, and the countless hours he spent honing his body, all that experience he had amassed, it was leaving his body and being taken in by that little chimera, making it his own.

His muscles grew and evolved, growing bigger, stronger, more powerful with every bit more of the horse’s he stole.  His flat gut and chest developed into pecs and abs that only became more and more impressive by the minute.  The little chimera had even started to gain some more height from the stallion too, helping to better accommodate his gains while Brock had been steadily getting reduced in size.

In a mere ten minutes, everyone, Brock included was finally started to notice something unusual was happening.  It was mostly the changes happening to Typhon as he was looking less and less the wimpy creature he began as and was appearing more toned.  His cock and balls had even grown to be a decent size for a creature of his short stature while only getting bigger the more they stared at it.

None of them were quite certain what was going on, but after another ten minutes passed and Typhon was looking even stronger, taller, and endowed, they were finally able to see where it was all coming from, Brock himself.  His normally toned body was looking strangely softer and less defined all over when earlier he was easily the most jacked of the team.  His height and size were also reduced, making his shirt a lot looser on him and only getting worse, whereas Typhon’s only shirt was stretching tighter by the minute.

Most alarming of all was that Brock’s cock and balls were looking far from how they looked when he first dropped his trousers.  From being the monster length he began with, it didn’t even look to have a length half as big and his balls were hardly the grapefruits that’d be able to impregnate a hundred mares in a single night.  His size problems were getting worse too and at an increasing rate as a few more centimeters of length and a few millimeters of thickness were vanishing with each vigorous suckling Typhon proceeded to give him.

Brock’s muscles were also waning faster.  He could feel his strength fading leaving him as his body got progressively weaker.  By the time he realized the horrible truth and attempted to escape Typhon’s clutches, to stop this drain on him, it was already too late.  The deceptive chimera had already gained too much might from him, more than enough to dominate the situation.  He held Brock in place and continue to suck what remained of his once proud length, taking all he wanted from the diminishing stallion.

“W-What are you doing to me?” cried Brock in a panic when action proved useless.

“I think it is fairly obvious what’s going on by now,” answered Typhon.  Despite not having his scaly lips on the horse’s cock it was still growing more pathetic, making the horse fear that there might not be any way for him to stop what’s been started.  “I’m gaining experience.”

“Yeah, by taking it from me!” he cried and attempted to strike the chimera in the side of his face, to fight him off.  His punch connected, but even the stallion could tell how ineffective it was.  The chimera didn’t even budge a single step from where he stood.

“I haven’t been that weak for six whole minutes,” commented Typhon with a grin as he made a fist and struck Brock back in kind, his attack proving the stronger of the two.  The former laughter of the jocks around them that had turned to silence was now whispers of dread as they saw their friend reduced to such a weak level from what he once was and only getting worse.  After that last exchange of blows the transfer was getting even faster as Typhon was now the one sporting an impressive cock and balls.  He was still a far cry from the monster length Brock had, but the stallion’s length was looking even more pathetic than Typhon started with.  He had barely a nub of his crotch while his balls seemed nonexistent along with the scrotum.

“My cock and balls,” groaned Brock, reaching down to feel them, only to find he was depressingly smooth.  He was so upset he looked on the verge of tears.  “What have you done to them?”

“As I said before, I’ve taken all their experience, all the years nature has blessed them to grow and develop and given them to mine,” he explained.  “However, it seems that even with all that experience it has only granted me this much length and thickness.  Not that I need to settle for this.  There are plenty more in this school for me to take size from and thanks to you, I already know who to go after next.”

“Thanks to me?” questioned Brock.  “How?”

“Even your empty head has some useful information,” he continued.  “Earlier, I was able to obtain your locker combination to get out of it and just now I’ve searched your mind for others worth my time to hunt.  There’s a cheetah that has me interested, oh and your friend Dozer definitely must be added.”

“Y-You can’t do this,” pleaded Brock, feeling so weak and helpless.  He really did start to cry, more terrified of the monster still feeding off of him even as they conversed.  What little remained of his muscles was not going to last long.  Meanwhile, the chimera was no longer the puny stringbean, but almost five feet tall and appeared incredibly muscular.  Brock would have been envious if it wasn’t for the fact that it was his strength that was residing in him.  “All that is mine!  Give it back!”

“Before long, I’ll be able to have a cock and balls truly worthy of me,” Typhon told himself.  He wasn’t even paying any mind to the horse that was out of things to be taken.  “I should start finishing up here so I can go home and get some rest for tomorrow.  Still, it’ll be hard to sleep when I just want to try out this wonderful body of mine.”

Seeing that he wasn’t getting anywhere with the chimera, Brock turned to his friends who were still standing a safe distance away.  “Please guys… help me…” he begged them.

His words managed to give them some courage to step forward.  Even with Typhon’s newly stolen strength he was hardly a threat to their superior numbers.  Together they knew they could overpower the monster and make him give back what he had taken.  As they approached, Typhon didn’t budge, still focused on draining away what he could from Brock.

“Don’t come any closer,” he suddenly spoke to all the jocks around him.  “I made this one my prey so I hunted him.  Do anything foolish and you will also be added to my list.  The only thing saving you is that I have merely not shown any interest, as of yet.  However, since I’ve enrolled at this school, I am the top of the food chain.  You are all but krill and me a fucking huge blue whale that can swallow you all up in one gulp.  Now, who has the balls to come forward and give them to me?”

Even Typhon’s voice was far scarier-sounding after his growth spurt.  None of the jocks dared face him and risk sharing Brock’s fate.  The abandoned stallion watched them all back away, unable to blame them, certain he wouldn’t risk his life against a creature that could take all he possessed with only body contact.  Still, he was pissed to be let down in his time of need.  “Fuck you all,” he told them before Typhon tossed Brock to the ground and pressed his cock and balls against Brock’s crotch.

“How about we have another measuring?” said Typhon like he was suggesting it, but was already in the process of looking down to see his dick eclipse what little Brock had left.  “Heheh, when they coined the term hung like a horse they certainly didn’t have a no dick mule like you in mind.  I bet your stream is so weak that when you pee you probably gotta sit on the seat so you don’t piss on your feet.  And where the hell are your balls?  Surely they should have dropped for someone at your age.”

“Shut up,” cried Brock, powerless to do anything but sob in his current state.  “You know full well why I’m so small.  You stole my cock and my balls.  You stole everything from me!”

“Not quite everything, yet,” admitted Typhon as he lifted the horse up and turned him around.  He then slammed him against the wall and pinned him to it tightly.  “But I intend to.  I’d say you should just take it like a man, but all that made you one is in me now.  Your only option now is to cry to be rescued, but it’s already clear that nobody is going to risk their own safety for you.  But don’t worry too much.  I only take what I need to grow stronger and that does not include your life.”

    “What else do I have left for you to take?” he sniffled, feeling Typhon’s thick cock pressing against his tailhole, preparing to penetrate it.  Spitting into his hand, the chimera used his saliva to lube himself up.  Holding Brock’s waist, he pushed in slowly.  Brock tried to clench his cheeks together, but even the muscles in his rear were diminished to the point that he couldn’t even put up a little resistance in being fucked.

    “This is so wrong!” Brock cried out again.  “You’re fucking me with my own penis!”

    “It was yours,” answered Typhon very smugly.  He grinned and drooled some, finding the fear of his victim a delicious turn on for him.  It prompted him to push the rest of the way in with one big thrust, listening to the stallion wail out as his formly unpierced tailhole was forcefully invaded.  “But now it’s mine!  I have most of what you’ve had, but I’ve saved just enough to be able to enjoy you first.  Now, let me enjoy this cock of mine a little.”

    “F-Fuck you,” he groaned, pained by the dick in his ass, stretching it achingly.

    “No, I’m gonna fuck you,” he retorted and clenched his hands onto Brock’s shoulders, forcing him down into better position to hump and then went wild plowing his ass without mercy or remorse on his face.  Brock cried out louder, tears running down his eyes as snot ran from his nose.  To all his friends that were standing in absolute terror his cries were unbearable, but to Typhon, they only seemed to invigorate him further, making him even let out a bone-chilling cackle.

    “This is the real Typhon,” they all thought as they watched him pound their friend with endless enjoyment, his body increasing with size as he did while Brock’s frail figure was getting reduced even more.  “Behind that intelligent, deceitful, and calculating front he was truly a monster, endlessly ravenous and pure evil.”

    “Heheheh, yes!  That’s it.  Give me it all!” he laughed reveling greatly in every extra inch stolen and added to his own body.  With a few more inches of height, Typhon was eye level with many of the others in the room.  He had already stopped growing, but his humping didn’t cease.  The monster just kept at it until his climax drew nearer.

    While he had his way with the weakling’s ass, he couldn’t help think back to all those times he had taken his puny prick in hand and jerked himself off.  There was no comparison to how much more wonderful his improved equipment felt as he kept shoving it into that rectum.  With such massive balls pre leaked out almost in miniature climaxes, reapplying more lube to his thick length, allowing him perfect ease to continue pounding into the horse’s loosenening tailhole.  There was so much, in fact, some of it started to ooze out whenever he pulled back.

    Each thrust sent wave after wave to pleasure into Typhon, getting him quickly addicted to the sensation.  “So fucking wonderful,” he thought to himself.  “Not only are my cock and balls so much more massive, but my lust feels so intense too.  I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck without end.  I doubt I can go even a day without jamming my cock into some nice, warm holes.  Heheh, if I’d have known I’d love being big this much I’d have started my hunt ages ago.”  He tugged his dick out of Brock looked down on it, smirking vainly and loving that he could feel such a way about himself now.  Lifting up Brock with barely any effort, he eyed his handiwork, seeing his seed dripping out.  With two fingers, he pushed them into his tailhole and checked how loose it was, taking a moment to admire the first of many holes he was going to wreck, this one likely to be the least damaged to all.

    “Well, nothing left to do but finish fucking you,” stated Typhon as he lowered Brock back down and rammed his junk back into him, feeling as his tailhole fit his cock like a glove.  With a few more lustful humps, his climax finally came and he unloaded the biggest load of seed he had ever made to date.  Murring and moaning with bliss, he felt several large globs shoot into the horse’s rear.  It went on for almost a full minute, filling the horse’s rectum to the point of overflowing.  Only when his dick began to soften did he pull it out, breathing with great satisfaction, much of the seed leaking out from the loose pucker hole.  “Oh, fuck yeah.  I’ve waited so long for this.”

Stepping towards the jocks, they were able to get a closer look at him now that he had finished absorbing what he could from Brock.  He was even bigger, as they had anticipated, but there were additional changes he had gone through as well.  Golden hair started to grow from the top of his head and all the way down his neck.  It grew quickly, becoming a flowing mane similar to what Brock had.  His feet were also changing and morphing becoming more like hooves while retaining a scaly, three-toed shape.  Looking at them once the changes were complete, it was like his feet were wrapped armor.

    “That was even more wonderful than I could have hoped,” he spoke, holding the remains of Brock in one hand.  The jocks took one look at Brock and felt sick.  His body now looked just like a newborn foal, a terribly malnourished one.  What made it even more sickening was that Typhon’s seed was oozing from his tailhole and the big beast looked as guilt free as ever.  Walking in front of the jocks, they fearfully stepped back, a sight that made the chimera grin with delight.

    “It feels wonderful to have so much power and to be able to see the fear in the eyes of those with less,” he spoke, sounding less malevolent in tone, but there was still some sadistic giddiness in his voice.  “To see you cower in fear at my mere approach, but as I promised, so long as I do not decide to make you my prey, no harm will befall you.  Unless, of course, you wish to try and stop me now.”  He scanned the room and saw them all trembling.  “Heh, didn’t think so.”

Turning to the nearest jock, he looked ready to piss himself when their eyes met.  Extending his arm with what remained of Brock, he handed him over.  “See to it that this gets returned to its parents.  I have no more use for it.”  In the corner of his eye, Typhon spotted Brock’s leather jacket where he had hung it up before all this began.  “Well, I took everything else from it.”  Grabbing the leather jacket, Typhon slipped it on, leaving the rest of his several sizes too small clothes behind as he headed for the door.  The jocks backed away to let him go unobstructed.  The sound of his altered feet clacked on the ground with every step he took.  The sound they made quickly became unnerving to them, becoming an indication that Typhon was near them.  They didn’t dare leave themselves, not till he was long out of sight.

“Note to self,” mumbled Typhon as he looked down in admiration at his cock and balls with pride, but knew he could still improve them so much more.  “Bring a new set of clothes to put on when getting ready to feast on future prey.  This way I don’t have to walk around in the buff afterwards.”", "writing": "", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "", "pools_count": 1, "title": "The Ultimate Chimera Prologue + Ch. 1 Brock", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/gif", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "1", "type_name": "Picture/Pinup", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "3", "views": "267" }