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Teasing Raz and Tyr
🕑 Added 2019-07-20 12:30:26 +0000 UTCGood Morning everyone!
Thank you so much for sticking with me, i know it's been a bit dry here the first half of this month. Work has been kicking my ass and it kind of put me in a writers rut that I've finally started crawling my way out of. I've got two patreon exclusives for you all today, and should have at least one, if not two, full stories ready by the end of the month!
This first one is another short piece teasing two of my favorite buddies on Twitter, Raz (@baralucario) and Tyr (@TyrRemora)
All of us like growth, muscles, and messing with each other and this short story combines all three of those. So if you wanna see a bit of muscle worship mingled with some muscle growth, and maybe a bit more growth than even the growee was expecting, you're in the right place.
As always, thank you all so much for your continued support. Text posted below, or a cleaned up and formatted PDF is attached for your viewing pleasure!
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Teasing Raz and Tyr Again
By Dragonien
"It's so hard..."
The lucario's voice came out in a barely audible whisper, tone laced with a quiet sense of awe he didn't seem to quite realize was noticeable.
"That's what she said."
The retort was quiet, playful with a smug undertone that made looking at his face to know there was a smug grin plastered there unnecessary. Nor was it necessary to look over the speaker's head to see the matching grin hovering above. This elicited a glare from the lucario that only made the dragon/raptor hybrid and the red dragon standing behind him grin that much wider.
"Hush, you."
Raz's words were harsh and chastising in response to the crude joke at his poor word choice's expense. Despite this staunch reproof the lucario's fluster was obvious to the other two in the room. His blue and black facial fur may have hid the coloration of his cheeks but both of Raz's companions knew him well enough by now that they could easily read the erect state of his ears and the way his facial fur bushed out and bristled slightly when his cheeks heated as the embarrassed fluster that it was.
Despite the teasing of the Hybrid whose exposed pectorals the lucario's hands were shamelessly wandering over and the encouragement of the red dragon standing behind the hybrid, Raz never once even considered moving his hands away. He was far too enraptured by the feeling of the smooth, taunt muscle-mass hidden beneath the hardened blue chest-plates and surrounding caramel-colored hide. Normally Tyr might have made stronger objections to being sandwiched like this, being the shortest out of the three of them despite his lust for strength and size arguably outweighing either of theirs. Between the warmth of the dragon, impressively built in his own right and towering more than two feet taller than the hybrid in a way that the hybrid would almost certainly never be coaxed to admit aloud how much he enjoyed the upwards view of, he was leaning against and the shameless indulgence of the lucario's groping fingers he found himself much more amiable to be herded between the two of them.
Dragonien's broad, powerful hands gripped firmly but carefully to either of Tyr's shoulders; less of a restraint and more of a gentle encouragement to discourage resistance or protest. His tail curled around Tyr's left leg, wrapping around the ankle and coiling up slightly past his knee where the tail-tip brushed gently against the bottom portion of his lower thigh. Tyr was familiar enough, himself, with the dragon to know that was more than likely just as unconscious an action on his part as the ruffling of Raz's facial fur. There was a small flicker of pride that welled up inside of him, knowing how confident and in control Dragonien typically portrayed himself, that he was able to see through it to an extent and recognize the more caring and attention-hungry demeanor of the dragon hidden beneath the confidence and bravado. Though the dragon's presence, if not intimidating to someone like Tyr, was at least commanding enough to cow Tyr's reflexive rebellious streak when mixed with the calming indulgence of someone else's admiration. For after all, Dragonien was just the enabler in this situation: Raz was the perpetrator.
Here, in the dark bedroom with the window curtains closed, doors locked and all light save for the dim illumination leaking through the curtain's fabric, Raz was being pushed and encouraged to indulge himself. Not that he didn't ogle and admire, even touch and prod every now and then but this was an elaborately contrived situation to let him truly let his guard down and let loose. Fingers already stroked through the crevasse between Tyr's pectorals then down across his stomach. The muscle may not have been bulky or monstrous like a bodybuilder or power lifter but every last inch of it was steel hard to the touch. The hybrid's body in its entirety was like a coiled spring of sinew and muscle, the build of a predator sculpted from the finest meat and mass mother nature could mold into a living weapon. Much like the dragon behind him, holding the strength to overpower someone half again his size yet still remaining flexible enough to bend over backwards and touch his own heels. Two apex predators in the prime of their physical condition, shirtless and standing before the lucario. But that wasn't what Raz had been brought here to see. No, he was here to see, to feel, to experience what came next: what came when the chemical Tyr had ingested minutes before finally took effect.
"It's so not fair..." Dragonien's voice rumbled in a low, husky growl dripping with ominous sultry undertones. "That you're taller than Tyr, Raz..."
Tyr snorted in derision for a moment in response to the words, but otherwise kept silent. He might have been annoyed at the prod, if he didn't know what was coming next.
"It's just not fair. So not fair, in fact, that we decided to compensate him..."
As if on cue, whether by sheer coincidence or masterful timing by the dragon, the moment he finished speaking Raz felt Tyr's pectorals push out against his fingers. For the first moment he thought that Tyr had simply flexed, but after a second longer he felt the pressure increase, pushing his fingers further backwards. The Lucario's gaze lowered down from Dragonien's face to the hybrid's torso and his eyes slowly widened in surprise. His hand shifted, pressing his palm down flat against Tyr's left pectoral with his fingers spread wider. Slowly his fingers were being spread further and further apart, his arm being forced to bend at the elbow as it was pushed backwards. He watched with rapt attention as Tyr's pectorals inflated with newfound muscle mass and size, the blue plates covering them seeming to slowly shrink in his view as the meat beneath them outgrew their covering. His eyes quickly darted to the sides, seeing that Tyr's arms were similarly swelling, the lean muscle of his upper arm swelling and burgeoning outwards into a thick cannonball of meat instead of the modest, lean bicep it had once been before. His abs tightened and seemed to pop outwards as the definition between them deepened and Raz could swear he even heard the straining of fabric from down below, his view now blocked by the thickening shelf of Tyr's pectorals, as the hybrid's thighs filled his workout shorts to the brim and then some.
He was growing. Slowly but surely pound after pound of newfound meat was being forced into the already impressively cut dracoraptor's frame. Within moments he had ballooned from lean to toned, then up to sculpted a second later while showing no signs of stopping before he was well on his way to pro bodybuilder proportions. The growth only encouraged Raz's wandering hands to be that much more eager in their exploration. Shamelessly he fondled the growing slabs of beef that were Tyr's pectorals, palms grinding against the hybrid's hardened nipples as his fingers tried and failed to make even a dent in the steely muscle with their grip. At one point he even leaned in close, feeling the heat radiating from the growing hybrid's body. For the briefest second, so quick even Tyr's sharp vision barely caught it, Raz's tongue slipped out and licked over the top of one of the thick slabs of meat for his pectorals.
All the while Dragonien watched from above, grinning hungrily in his own right as he watched Tyr bulk up from a lean predator into a muscular hunk. He reveled in the vicarious thrill of both Raz's muscle worship, and Tyr's receipt of said worship. Raz was finally letting himself become more and more indulgent with the passing seconds, while Tyr was shamelessly basking in the attention with his eyes half lidded and his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Tyr knew that before long the growth would end and, while he wouldn't have gained an inch in height, he would be built like Mr. Olympia; able to effortlessly manhandle Raz with ease. What he didn't know, what neither of them knew, was that Dragonien hadn't diluted the chemical that they had given Tyr to cause this effect. So, when Tyr felt himself reaching the proportions they had discussed with not only no slowing of the effects, but a still visible increase in the speed at which he as growing, he found himself suddenly taken by a momentary pang of fear and concern. One that was quickly buried under a far, far stronger flood of desire and lust for power.
As for Raz? All he found was his head soon pulled down, muzzle first, into the expanding cleft between the pectorals of the short-stack muscle monster that Tyr was becoming. This time Tyr didn't see Raz's tongue as it darted out to lick the burgeoning, muscular glory his body was becoming. He felt it.
