The Smallbone’s Defeat
By CrazyColumbina.
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They did not embark on this journey together, but they all shared the same goal. They were size queens, masters of cock, seekers of girth, and they were all on the trail of the same, mythic human man.
Elektrish Scrambler, a goblin, stirred the lazy coals with a stick. She spread her legs while leaning forward, and under her mini skirt and between her short, skinny thighs, her green pussy lips parted. The wavy folds were gaped open, the result of years of vagina stretching sex. Her body was decorated with swirling, tribal tattoos, including an arrow tattoo that decorated her belly and pointed down to her clit with words that said “lick here” in ancient runes.
Elektrish’s college escapades had loosened her pussy, making her numb to only the longest, cervix-destroying cocks. As part of her initiation, she was plowed by the entire goblin sorority, every member equipped with enormous plastic strap-ons. Elektrish had moaned and screamed and came, gasping and howling with pleasure as each goblin woman mounted her and rammed their plastic dick up inside her, bulldozing through wet walls and sending juicy lightning bolts of euphoria right up through Elektrish’s brain. She had been chasing that high ever since, but tiny goblin cocks couldn’t hold a candle to that night.
In her culture, the wanderer was known as the Big Mixer. Legend said that he could pleasure five goblin women at a time and come back for more.
Across the campfire, Nobella Swallowoode, a gnome, noticed her traveling companions’ lack of underwear. Her eyes darted away, and then back down again, bouncing back and forth from the darkness of the surrounding prairie and Elektrish’s wavy, flapping, wrinkly lips.
Nobella shook her head from side to side and almost tumbled backward off the log she was sitting on. Nobella’s perverted mind had led her to create a mighty fuck machine. It was a massive, crab-like machine made of arms with a long horse cock dildo attached to a pumping piston. While in the throes of the fuck machine, her squirming, chubby legs kicked a lever that sent the machine into the highest speed setting. The machine wrapped its arms around her and fucked her for days, not that she was complaining. Her squeals echoed through the mountains, a nonstop musical crescendo. The machine kept fucking her until it broke, gears and levers popping and crunching, robot arms collapsing. When the entire machine turned itself into a pile of scrap, Nobella was left on top of the twisted metal, naked and quivering. Her legs were useless for another two days. The horse cock dildo stuck out of her ruined pussy. Its head kissed her sore cervix as it stretched her insides to their absolute limits.
In her culture, the wanderer was known as the Gnomelover, as he had fathered many illegitimate daughters with his giant, irresistible rod.
“Calm yourself, woman. We will find him soon,” Shurley Smashheart said when Nobella almost fell off her seat. The dwarvish woman sharpened her battle axe, making the curved blade gleam. The other end of the battle axe was an enormous, ribbed metal dildo. Her red hair reached to her toes, the very end of her stocky body. Her bust was gigantic. It was a wonder that she did not topple forward. A leather vest struggled to contain the seas of pale, freckled flesh. She was a sports fighter, a warrior who rode the cocks of ally and enemy alike. Those she dominated in combat would find their cocks swallowed by her cavernous, seemingly endless pussy. In recent years, Shurly had grown more and more annoyed with the pathetic cocks of her fellow dwarfs. Only the dildo end of her trusty axe could reach her depths and satisfy her now.
In her culture, the wanderer had earned the name of Dhavin Dwarfbreaker. His size humiliated even the most well-endowed dwarvish man, and his cock brought every dwarvish woman to quaking pleasure.
Piper Hideaway, a halfling, serenely knitted a scarf in the firelight. With her conservative, long dress with its puffy sleeves and matching apron, she seemed the most out of place at the fire, but her pussy drooled in twitching anticipating under her many layers of petticoats.
Years of seducing kobold traders had made Piper disgusted by pitiful halfling cocks. The kobolds would bed her in their caravans, filling her with their knotted, slimy lizard cocks while scratching at her hair and scalp with their claws, sending tingling sparks through Piper’s skull, her eyes rolling back. The wagons shook and squeaked and jostled. Horrified halflings walking down the street dragged their children in the opposite direction. Recently, even the largest kobolds were disappointed. Her pussy had been so filled that even the girthiest, thickest knot just slipped from her wet folds.
To the halflings, the wanderer was called the Big Stick. He walked the countryside naked, they said. His unparalleled cock is free and ready. He would proposition the halfling women, giving them the pleasure of plentiful, successive, and quick orgasms.
Piper fidgeted on her log. Her knitting needles moved at top speed, producing inches of scarf in mere seconds. The tension between the four tiny women hung in the air like an electric fog. They all deeply needed a taste of the wanderer’s mythic cock.
***
All of the goblins in town gasped in horror. The men bit their lips in sorrow, pathetic, jealous tears welling up in their eyes. The women squirmed like horny green worms. Some could not contain themselves, and their fingers reached between their loincloths to play with their tingling goblin clits.
The wanderer, the Big Mixer, the Dwarfbreaker, the Gnomelover, the Big Stick, the human fuck god who had earned dozens of names walked through their town.
He towered over the tiny, four-foot-high buildings like a giant.
He was completely nude, his body a toned, alien, pinkish expanse.
His erect cock cast a shadow on the trembling, awestruck faces of the masturbating goblins poking their heads out of a nearby window.
It was four inches long.
In reality, the wanderer was named Hamish Smallbone. He came from a small farming town where his tiny, pathetic cock was infamous. Women would pass him on the street, laughing and with their pinkies outstretched. The men in town would look down at his crotch while talking to him, their faces curling with smug, confident superiority that their own cocks were much larger than Hamish’s stubby little clit.
When the teasing and the laughter became too much, he left town, venturing off into the monster-infested countryside.
He found that, to the smaller species of the world, he was a giant, a masculine titan whose cock far outclassed the tiny three and four-foot-tall people he encountered.
“Mr. Mixer, Mr. Mixer, please, please mate with us!” two goblin women screamed, running out of their little hut. They tore off their sheepskin clothes as they ran. Their dripping pussies left droplets on the dirt streets of the goblin town square.
Hamish smiled. Life was good, he thought.
“Get away from him, you sluts!” Shurley screamed.
The two goblin women froze. Hamish turned, seeing the four adventurers standing across from him. Four pairs of eyes watched him, hypnotized by his member, at the impossible size of it and his body surrounding it. Piper, the smallest, was half his height.
“What is this?” Hamish asked. Something about Shurley’s confidence and her commanding presence set off warning signals in his brain.
Shurley pointed her axe at him. “We challenge you, wanderer, to an orgy! We have traveled the land to receive your pleasure, and we will not be denied!”
Hamish smirked, proud that his reputation had spread so far.
He lay down on the town’s square, lounging on one arm, bending one leg, lifting his cock to them, his full balls falling across his thigh.
“Who am I to deny the adventurers their pleasure?”
The four women inhaled at once, a deep, horny inhale, lust burning through their veins. They charged at him, tossing their clothes and dresses, and skirts into the air behind them.
Hamish jumped at the sight of the stampede.
“Wait- why don’t we take a moment-”
Nobella was in the lead, but she tripped on the ground, her fat, naked, pasty ass sticking up toward the sky. Elektrish was overtaken by Shurley, who knocked her to the side with an elbow to her green-skinned tit. Piper, who had discarded her bloomers but was otherwise completely clothed, trailed behind.
Shurley tackled Hamish, a small tornado of hair and freckles and jiggling boobs. She smothered Hamish with her body, her short but muscular thighs curling around him.
“Show me your skills, Dwarfbreaker!” Shurley commanded.
Hamish struggled to gain control of himself. He spat strands of Shurley’s long red hair out of his mouth. One hand curled around her body, and the other grabbed at her firm, muscular ass. He turned her onto her back so that he was on top of her in a missionary position. Her hands groped him, trying to explore as much of the giant as she could.
Pinching his tiny cock with two fingers, he guided it into the hairy, twitching, sopping folds of her dwarvish pussy. He arched his back, smushing his abs into her boobs and face, shoving the full length of his member into her.
“DEEPER! HARDER!”
“What?”
She shouted again into his chest, her voice muffled from being mashed into his skin. “I said harder!”
Hamish swallowed. He had never been asked by any of the smaller folk to go deeper, to thrust harder. One thrust and he had usually reached their cervix, and they were moaning and twisting under him, but Shurley’s pussy felt cavernous, stretching deep within her, a void that mocked the attempts of his probing cock.
Grabbing the ground, Hamish began thrusting faster and faster, plunging wildly and without strategy or technique into Shurley’s pussy.
“IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN MUSTER?! I DEMAND SATISFACTION!” Shurley screamed, her voice becoming a barking drill sergeant’s under Hamish.
Hamish panted, sweating. It had been ten seconds, but he was already at his limit. He was not used to his partners having any semblance of stamina. Goblins from the town gathered by their windows and in alleys, watching in shock as the mythological Big Mixer was humiliated and emasculated.
“mmnnnnNNnnn,” a small warm body hugged his own.
“Oh geez…” Hamish whimpered.
Elektrish curled her naked body around his arm, which was nearly the height of her from head to toe. She slinked toward him like a snake, her skinny, tattooed green body undulating and trembling.
“Hey, now, wait a minute…” Hamish said.
She stood in front of him, legs spread. Her pussy, with the arrow pointing to her clit, and the surrounding tattoo commanding him to lick. She grabbed his head, her tiny hands clawing at his hair like talons, pulling his face into her pussy. She thrusted her hips into his confused, inexperienced lips, her ass cheeks flexing and growing taut. She rode his face while he thrusted, her juices slobbering down from his mouth and chin. Bittersweet flavors from the goblin’s gaping, flapping pussy flower invaded his sense of taste. The musky, ripe smell of unwashed goblin pussy conquered his sense of smell.
Hamish’s head swirled, confused by the sudden, new sensations and the confusingly intoxicating tastes. He tried to lick and pleasure Elektrish’s clit, but his tongue was a fumbling, slobbering, directionless thing. His tiny cock throbbed, begging him to surrender and release.
“I HAVE BEDDED HOBGOBLINS WITH GREATER SEXUAL PROWESS THAN YOU!” Shurley shouted.
She moved her own hips beneath him, twisting and angling herself under Hamish’s thrusts, trying to eke as much pleasure out of the experience as she could.
“You know, now that I’m looking at it, it doesn’t have the girth and appeal of a kobold member,” Piper said.
She leaned down by Hamish’s waist, watching his cock sloppily mash into Shurley’s pussy. It would occasionally slip out, and with a whimper, he would blindly wriggle his hips to get it back in.
“I-I can’t help it!” Hamish said, pulling his face away from Elektrish’s pussy for a second. With surprising strength, her hands pulled his face back into her crotch with a fleshy, wet squelching sound.
His persona was cracking, as was his screaming voice. Thirty seconds. The pathetic small-cocked Hamish of the farming town was slipping through, and the wandering sex god was fading into memory.
“Hmm,” Piper said. She walked around to Hamish’s back. She lifted her skirts and mounted Hamish’s thigh, her soft curly pussy hair and her wavy lips enveloping his leg. With her clothes rustling, she began to hump the giant’s quivering leg wildly.
“Th-that’s not fair!” Hamish screamed, muffled by goblin cunt. He bit his lip. His face contorted. The warmth and touch and taste and wetness of the three women smothering him and grinding against him from all angles tore through his concentration. His body trembled. He curled his back like some sort of insect, desperate to control his ejaculation for just a little while longer.
“I might as well,” Piper said. “When you get to me, I doubt I’ll have a fun time.”
“Your body is only good as a hump pillow!” Shurley, said. She was growing bored beneath the giant. Her cervix itched for the deep, confident hardness of her axe dildo. Forty seconds.
“Hey! I want to have some fun too!” Nobella ran up toward the foursome. She held over her jiggling naked body Shurley’s axe, which she swung in front of her in a tremendous, powerful arch.
SMACKK!!
“OGGHH!!” Hamish screamed, his mouth forming an O-shape. The sudden spank jolted the cum from his balls in a pathetic, premature splurt from his thrusting, tiny penis. He collapsed in a quivering, humiliated mess on top of Shurley and dragged the other two humping women down with him into a pile. Fifty seconds.
With Nobella’s help, Shurley was pulled out from under his whimpering, quivering, sobbing body.
“THE BIG MIXER IS A SHAM!” Shurley shouted. She pointed at him with her legs spread, his ejaculate oozing in globs out of her body.
“An inexperienced man-child!” Piper said. She walked away toward their discarded piles of clothes to reclaim her bloomers.
Elektrish, suddenly embarrassed by her public nudity as her horniness faded, cupped her arm with one arm and her unsatisfied, slobber-coated pussy with the other hand.
“Pathetic!” she spat.
The goblin crowd erupted into a chorus of taunting “Boos!”
“HAIR TRIGGER COCK!”
“LITTLE SPURT!”
“LIMP DICKED GIANT!”
They taunted.
Horrified and ashamed, Hamish struggled to his feet. His deflating cock had shrunken to a pathetic one and a half inches.
He nearly tripped over one of the tiny goblin huts, but then raced away into the woods, his dribbling little tail bobbing between his legs.
The End.
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