Queen of Cock: Renamon VS Fluttershy (Match 22) (Patreon)

After a little break, we're back on the hyper-cocky vignettes! This one is perhaps a little simpler than some, trying to get my head back into the game after work and other things have kept me busy, but I hope you'll enjoy it.

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Renamon walked in with an exaggerated swagger, the confidence of a winner—and of a grrl toting a cock larger than herself. It preceded her like a royal herald, an enormous, glossy shaft easily twice the length of its owner, bulging and bobbing from  side to side with each step. Her boulder-like balls, equally as regal in stature, dragged behind her, their fertile masses bloating not so subtly larger with each passing moment. Next to her preposterous penis, Renamon was downright humble; with tits barely bigger than soccer balls and a delectably wide backside to match.

It was time, she had decided, to challenge Fluttershy.

The pink-haired pony sipped her tea at the breakfast table of the extra-dimensional lounge that served as the break room of the contestants between the shattering and reconstitution of the universes that tried and failed to hold their masses of cock. Fluttershy was alone, and yet she filled most of the space around the table with her presence; her ass alone demanded several seats, as enormous as it was perfect, and her rack likewise bulged out against the furniture, so big that she could only ever reach her own alluring nipples by warping the conventional notion of 3D space; which already had to be the case to fit the dangerously full, 8-foot wide sheath between her legs and the pair of yellow nuts behind her that took up half the room while displaying her cutie mark high and wide.

Renamon was not deterred. She walked right up to the table, letting her rock-hard girldick plow through the meticulously prepared table setting, and gave the pony a cocky grin.

“Trying to scare me off, eh?”

“Huh?” Fluttershy said, startled awake from her own thoughts to give the digimon a befuddled look. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think?” Renamon laughed and gestured at the golden pony’s everything. “Making yourself look big and imposing by not shrinking down after your last match!”

“Oh.” Her blush intensified. “I… I did.”

“Bullshit. I saw you at the beginning.”

Fluttershy averted her gaze. Behind her, her balls gurgled and claimed another dozen square feet of floor space. “I’ve… changed. This is the smallest I could make myself…”

“Hah! Alright. If that’s the game we’re playing…” Renamon spread her legs and, from nothing, let another three shafts spring forth, slamming onto the beleaguered breakfast table as they grew as big as the first in the blink of an eye. “Oh no!” she said, “I can’t have anything less than four cocks now!”

“Hey now…!” Fluttershy said, jostled by the impact. But Renamon was already on to her next flourish, laughing openly as her massive, white-furred scrotum drew taut and criss-crossed itself with clear lines of its impending division.

“Oh no! I can’t have less than four pairs of balls per dick, woe is me!” she called, shaking her hips as her sac exploded out behind her in a chaotic jumble of balls, each new scrotum big enough to rival even Fluttershy’s colossal cumtanks.

“I’m serious!”

“So am I. You think I’d let you steal the show?” Renamon flashed a smirk as she hefted one of her head-dwarfing tits before letting them bwoomph outwards with such naked growthlust that her nipples alone dwarfed their previous size, a tide of boob that spilled forward to drown Fluttershy in her sensual mass.

That finally roused Fluttershy, who pushed her own massive breasts forward to clash with Renamon’s, growing so far beyond their cozy, bed-like size that the grand lounge filled to the brim with tit and cockflesh. Which meant that now, when her balls joined in, there was no saving the lavishly decorated building from imminent destruction.

“There we go. I was wondering when you’d put up a fight,” Renamon said, sealing the lounge’s fate with a thunderous throb of her loins that sent her quadruplet of cocks from a mere dozen to more than a hundred feet long in a second, her shafts growing fat as hell to fit her insanely potent clusters of balls.

“I-it’s not my first rodeo,” Fluttershy stammered, her face bright crimson as her body kicked into gear. Her enormous sheath had only been growing heavier since Renamon entered, and now the first of her many, many horsecocks emerged into the open, shafts as big as whole fucking trains spilling out and out and out, as if she carried a portal to some endless dimension of dick between her legs. Her balls grew happily all the while, more and more pairs dropping into her gargantuan sac.

The lounge being destroyed, the two hyperherms were left on a featureless plane under a golden sky, the extra-dimensional plane set up as their green room. It wouldn’t remain featureless for long—and the gods knew how they needed the space.

“And yet you keep blushing like a pure, little maiden. Hmm. How much is that an act, I wonder, with a body as lewd as yours?” Without a ceiling to constrain her, her balls resumed multiplying, drawing in close before splitting into dozens of pairs for each of her cocks—and more than kept up when they, too, grew more numerous. Renamon gave a low moan, stroking herself; already, her four monolithic penises gained four new sisters, then eight more, sixteen, crowding up into the dozens before even her first cumshot. Every stroke left them fatter and longer than before, bulging obscenely in their eagerness to fill out, to dominate all of reality with their pure, irresistible size.

None of it made Fluttershy any less flushed. Especially as Renamon resolved to rub all of herself against the pony’s, her senses screaming out in bliss as the dozens, then hundreds of cocks bulging from her sheath, frotted against the digimon’s matching multitudes. When her building-block flattening breasts dipped their teats, so to speak, into the water of multiplying, she found that Renamon already had ten sets of tits ready and waiting to smother her ultra-sensitive pairs.

“It’s not an act!” she insisted, squirming in place as a river of girlcum gushed down her thickening thighs.

“Really?” Renamon mused. “You were just casually filling up half the room with yourself. That’s a funny way to avoid attention.”

“I wasn’t trying to! I’m just too… too…”

“Yes?”

Fluttershy clenched her hands shut. “Too big!” She gave a long, breathy moan, finally giving herself up to the mind-bending pleasure coursing through her, as her shivers gave way to the rumblings of expansion and multiplication at such a maddening scale that it made everything up until that point seem like a storm in a glass of water; now her feminine manhoods leveled up from city-ruining to continental, the wrinkles of her sheath alone becoming like deep canyons as it fattened by miles and miles; the hundred horsecocks within grew likewise, sprawling across the infinite landmass around them as hundreds and thousands and millions more emerged from within the deep, intensely musky folds. Her balls rose as if meaning to replace the sky, her taut, heavy scrotum churning with planets worth of molten seed; and that was before it, too, joined in the ravenous feast of multiplication, insisting on providing a sac for each shaft in her army of country-dwarfing cocks, and filling them up with endlessly splitting sets besides. Fluttershy’s curves and cunts grew as well, of course, though next to the glory that was her cocks, it hardly seemed that outrageous. A few dozen sets of tits, each the size of a moon, and a couple dozen ever-gushing pussies between her legs—nothing you wouldn’t expect of a girl of her standards, right?

Renamon grinned as the world around her became nothing but cocks and tits and balls; a world filled with Fluttershy.

“Well. Better late than never. I’d hate to win without even a semblance of a challenge. Not that you ever really had a chance against me.” She looked the newly minted goddess of hyper in the eye—not that the planetary pony had the capacity to respond beyond moaning and writhing with the monumental pleasure of her endlessly chaining growth-gasms—and leaned in with a sly smile. “Want to see something really big?”

The whole extra-dimensional plane shuddered. It knew what was coming, the magnitude of Renamon’s impending growth spurt so big that the gravitational pull of her future mass spread like rings in the water back to this point where it had not even happened yet. She let Fluttershy squirm for a moment, soaking in the anticipation, before her own sizelust got the better of her.

“Rena…” Fluttershy gasped, feeling the weight of the impending outburst press upon her. Her legion of horsecocks twitched and throbbed, erupting in asynchronous orgasms all along the endless landmass around them, cumming hard enough to snuff out the sun; and yet it was nothing to Renamon’s own approaching climax.

It came like the blow of a hammer, swift and forceful. Fluttershy felt it all, the blooming of horny, throbbing Rena-cocks between her own, separating her millions with billionsof her own. In the span of a single heartbeat, Renamon’s shafts equalized in size and stature with the golden pony’s. Then there were ten times as many. Ten times as big. A hundred times. A thousand. Ten thousand…

“Yes…” Renamon sighed, allowing herself to relax and surrender to the pleasures of her body. No need to care about her image or to tease the smaller pony, fun as it was. She could lose herself entirely in the roaring river of her lust, let her divine body take her where it should: straight to the top. Already, the glory of Fluttershy was a distant memory, a grain of sand next to the multitudes between her legs, along for the ride of Renamon’s universe-shaking orgasm. She touched herself, moaning out loud, as the infinite expanse of this artificial world filled with her own endlessly expanding mass; her cocks, her breasts, her balls, billowing outwards and feeling better for every passing moment. “Bigger,” she intoned to herself, turned on—and growing faster!—from even thinking about the word. Her cocks soared, drowning what counted for ‘outer space’ of the dimensional pocket with precum. “Bigger,” she repeated, willing them to stretch, to fatten, to overshadow all else with their size and scent. She was close, now, barely able to think straight as her hands roamed her body, trying and failing to keep up with the flames of her passion. “Bigger!” she demanded, moving her hips and nearly collapsing with the sheer volume of sensation that the endless friction provided.

“Bigger!” Fluttershy’s voice piped up from somewhere far below, buried in the plane-spanning layers of digimon titties, shafts, and scrotums. The ‘little’ pony did what she could, frotting and cumming across the realm of Renamon, her own billions upon billions of bits stimulating Renamon’s far more numerous endowments as nobody else could.

That was more than Renamon had expected from the pony at this stage. “F-fuck…” she gasped, only barely holding on to her own sense of sanity. Her all-eclipsing orgasm was so close that it drew in her thoughts like a black hole, the greatest of all attractors.

“Bigger, bigger, bigger!” Fluttershy continued; and now Renamon joined in, repeating the word like a mystical mantra. “Bigger, bigger, bigger!”

It was all she needed. It was inevitable. It started with a low rumble in the periphery of the mini-universe, a vibration that rose through all matter as it became a roar, a thundering cacophony of her endlessly bloating balls as they finally unleashed their bounty, gushing so hard that her cumshots tore through the limits of the universe and turned billions of unsuspecting realities into reservoirs of cum, ballooning around her throbbing cockheads like so many overfilled condoms. There was always more. It was always better. And Renamon, enraptured with herself and her roiling lust, saw no reason to stop.

Ever.

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