[b][u][center]A Gift of Proportions
For kztxl7
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Lucian trundled back through the forest with sticks and fresh-chopped branches under his arm. The hyena – hyena-gnoll, really, but the latter wasn’t a problem so long as he kept an eye on things – grunted as he took a longer step over a raised root, making a mental note to keep an eye out for druids until the forest was well-behind him. Shouldn’t be a problem, not for him, but for the little guy waiting at the campsite…well, that was more complicated. 

[i]Gonna catch some shit for that when I get back to civilization,[/i] the hyena thought as he swung his hip around, sword catching on the edge of the root and sliding over it. [i]Going to be answering a lot of stupid shit for a while…[/i]

But that was part of doing the right thing, wasn’t it? Sometimes, you just had to do the hard thing as well as the right thing. 

The familiar thu-thud of leathery wings caught his ear. Lucian chuckled. 

“Coming out,” he muttered. 

He rounded the tree to the small clearing he and his companion had found earlier. Not much of one, not with any sort of opening to the sky, but enough clear space for them to have a firepit and a few logs to lean against while they slept. And the other half of they – 

Flutter-flap, flutter-flap.

“Stop flying; you’ll get tired,” Lucian muttered. 

“I should greet you properly –”

“You’ll get tired. And we got a long way to go, and you don’t sleep that well,” the hyena said, kneeling down by the pit and beginning the process of building a proper stick-pile. “You don’t have to treat me the way you did the guy I killed.”

“Should, though. You’re better.”

Lucian chuckled, shaking his head. He’d met the purple-skinned imp during the last job he’d done. Not much more than a bounty hunt, and the guy that he’d been hunting hadn’t been much more than a hedge-mage on the bounty poster. Still, the idiot had been stupid enough to reach into the depths of the hell-planes for a servant, and that meant that he would have eventually reached out for something too strong to control. Wasn’t a bad thing to put someone like that in the dirt. 

Wasn’t the reason why he’d done it, though. The imp – still didn’t have a name for the little guy, didn’t know if he had one – had been a summoned servant, a companion of sorts for the hedge mage. That said, the summoner hadn’t known the niceties of that. Lucian had seen the little guy get kicked once – just once – and he’d lost his cool. 

Found out that heads come loose pretty quickly with the right kind of swing, though. Good to know for a fight. 

With the sticks assembled, Lucian fumbled for a match. The imp saved him the trouble, swooping down and landing beside the pit. The little purple guy squatted down, breathed in, then huffed out a swirl of purple flames. Soon as they touched the wood, the flame turned orange, then yellow, creeping and crackling through the dry tinder. 

“Heh, thanks for the help,” the hyena said, scooting back and sitting down on a log. 

“You helped me first. I’ll be helping for a while. To pay that off.”

Which was why the imp was still with him. Not that Lucian would have been keen on seeing the little hell-born head back down to the lower planes after what he’d gone through, but it would have been the typical result after killing a summoner. Having the purple shortie stick around was unexpected, but…

Well, Lucian thought that he deserved something better than his previous master. And considering what he’d heard of the hell-planes, didn’t hurt to give a harmless imp a bit of a vacation for a while. 

He groaned as he settled into a more comfortable position. Before he could reach for the armor straps on his shoulders, the imp leaped onto the log and started pulling them free himself. 

“Heh, bucking for squire or something?”

“You looked like you needed some help. I wanted to help,” the imp repeated. 

“Yeah, I know, I know. But I can handle it. Heh. You sit down, relax, if you can.”

As the purple hell-born floated down to the log and sat beside him, it was hard not to be reminded of the differences between them. Part gnoll that he was, Lucian was both thick and tall, with broad shoulders and powerful muscles. He topped seven feet in height, while the imp was barely three feet tall. The bounty hunter had powerful muscles running down his arms, chest, and legs, while the imp was slight, one might almost say twink-ish if he was any bigger than he was. And as for everything else – 

“Mmmph.”

Lucian grunted with satisfied relief as he finally got the outer layer of plate off his back. It thunked to the ground, revealing a mix of fur and loose leather pants. The latter was ever so slightly bulging, sticking forward now that the pressure of armor-weight was off and everything could breathe again. 

The imp looked down. It wasn’t the first time that the little guy had seen that; they’d been traveling for three days now, and this was the third time that he’d stripped down in front of the purple guy. Usually got a bit of a look, which wasn’t that surprising; he had about twelve inches down there on a good day, while the imp had maybe four. 

“You smell a bit,” the imp muttered. 

“That a bad thing?”

“It is…a thing. It does not bother me.”

It was almost cute how the imp looked away, almost like he was a little embarrassed. Lucian didn’t know what to think about it, honestly; the little guy had been almost shy, meek and reserved for the entire trip. He didn’t know if that meant that the imp was embarrassed and didn’t know what to do, if he was uncomfortable, or if it was something else entirely. All he could do was keep moving on, doing what he could, and making things as comfortable as possible for the both of them. 

He leaned back, enjoying the fire burning in the pit. It was already starting to pick up, eating through the kindling and setting the main part of the pile on fire. The heat running out soothed his sore legs, and the rising smoke brought the familiar and comforting burnt-wood smell to his nose. Lucian tilted his head back, breathing it in and letting out a comfortable sigh. 

“Mmm. There’s something about the nights in the woods,” he said, resting an arm around the imp. “It makes me remember all kinds of things.”

“Things like…”

The imp leaned against his side and looked up at him. Lucian chuckled, closing his eyes as he shook his head. 

“Things from when I was younger. Before I got as big as I am now, heh. Back when I had less problems…less cares.”

After all, power brought responsibility, didn’t it? And if you didn’t embrace that responsibility, then your power was almost worthless. You were like the people that heroes were sent after, selfish and stupid and doing nothing for those around you. Someone like that would have left the imp back at the summoner’s hut and let the world decide what happened. 

As he relaxed, the imp stroked his thigh. It could have been flirtatious from someone else, but it felt innocent enough. Warm, too, which was nice when he was as sore as he was. Lucian leaned his head back, letting himself enjoy the gentle rubs as they continued from his knee up to his upper thigh. Up, down, up, down, brushing through his pants to the fur beneath, and sometimes coming close to rubbing his bulge. 

He might have flirted with someone else. Wasn’t sure how to take it with the little guy, though. Didn’t really feel like the right thing to do. 

“Master Lucian?”

“Just Lucian,” he muttered, his eyes still closed and his head tilted back. “What is it?”

“Do you want…service?”

“Heh, it’s a way to pass the time.”

“Is that a yes, sir?”

“Ehhhh…”

Normally, it would have been, but there was something about the campfire, the privacy, the wood smoke, and even the imp himself. There was a genuineness in those eyes, and maybe it was the warm hand on his thigh that few would dare to try, but the hyena-gnoll chuckled to himself. He leaned forward, looking down at the fire. 

“We can, if you want. But it’s not the thing I’d really like.”

“What would you like, sir?”

“Well, like I said, I’m just thinking back to when I was younger. Smaller, too, heh…lot smaller before I started bulking up with all these,” Lucian said, flexing his arm for a moment, biceps bulging hard before he relaxed again. “Back when I wasn’t a guy that always had his dick wet. Back when I had some guys that’d be more interested in the other end…”

Memory surged, rising on the gentle heat wafting off the campfire and the imp’s hand. He remembered old times, far-off times. 

He’d always had a big dick, couldn’t help that, but there was a huge difference between a brick wall of a person with a big dick and a twink with one. He’d been more of the latter, someone that could convince others to ignore that big old log of meat and focus on his back end. They’d been more than willing to splatter his spotted ass with their seed in his younger days. It’d been a good time, a way to just forget for a while, to relax, get used, get taken care of by someone else. 

He didn’t mind being all big. Sometimes it was damn fun. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss having other options. 

Lucian chuckled, rubbing his forehead as he came out of it. 

“Heh, sorry, little guy. I was getting all lost in the past there. Yeah, we can do that. Just, uh, fish it out – mmmph, eager, eh?”

He’d barely said it was okay before the imp had his dick out. It was quite the contrast to the smaller thing between the purple hell-born’s legs. Not that he was trying to compare it that hard, but, well, it was kind of hard not to. When you had so much and the other guy had so little, it was hard not to see it. 

Lucian let it happen, though. He offered to take the other guy’s cock in hand and – surprisingly – the imp spread his legs and let it happen. It barely filled half his fist, and he chuckled. 

“Got some confidence there.”

“What do you mean, sir?”

“Well, ain’t everyone that’d be showing off their dick while – mmmph – fondling someone so much bigger. Got some guts there.”

“…Thank you, Master – I mean, Lucian.”

The hybrid grunted deep in his throat as the imp’s smaller hand ran up and down his cock. Each stroke was surprisingly sensual, soft and pleasurable. He hadn’t thought the imp could have such soft palms, coming from the hell-planes, but apparently he’d underestimated the little guy. They were like butter on his cock, rolling up and down the shaft, squeezing around the tip before pulling back down again. 

Up. 

Down. 

Up. 

Down. 

“Mmmm…” 

His moan was halfway to a yawn; he hadn’t realized that he was quite so tired as he thought. Each stroke kept his cock rising up, hardening to its full foot-long length, but there was something…something that was draining him at the same time. He felt every step that he’d taken over the course of the day, every rough chop from collecting firewood, every last bit of tension and tiredness that had built up in his muscles coming to a head. It wasn’t enough to knock him out, but it was enough to leave him happy to be sitting there, touched and stroked and not having to think about much. 

Still, he gave a little back to the imp for his pains. He stroked that smaller cock, giving it a gentle tug, pulling his hand up to the tip before slowly pushing it back to the base. He only needed about three fingers or so; it was so small, so delicate compared to him, and it was kind of sweet that the imp was wanting to play. It felt almost like looking after someone rather than having his equal. 

Still…it was nice. 

The fire crackled in front of them as his lazy handjob and the imp’s more dedicated one continued. They leaned against each other, the imp’s two hands working one over the other to stroke him, while his one was still more than sufficient as the imp hardened between his fingers. He chuckled, grunted, and chuckled again as the imp leaned in, staring at his cock with glowing eyes. 

“You like my dick that much?”

“You deserve something good, sir Lucian. I want you to…I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

“Heh…is that something all hell-born do?” 

“Not all…but we are all debt-bound. We can’t not appreciate someone that’s helped us…and you helped me a lot…”

Stroke. 

Stroke. 

Stroke. 

He didn’t push any further than that. He didn’t want to make things uncomfortable, nor did he want to disturb the rhythm that the imp had found. It was a good one. 

As he enjoyed it, he must have slumped down further. That, or the imp had sat up or something like that. They weren’t so far apart anymore; instead of the little guy barely coming to the bottom of his pecs, the imp was level with his armpit, the horns actually poking over his shoulder by a little ways. 

“Heh…you’re going to be a good guy when you grow up a bit more,” Lucian muttered, groaning. “Nnngh…must be more tired ‘n I thought…almost feel a little drunk…”

“It’s fine, sir. I’ll look out for you.”

“Yeah, well…already looking out for my dick…”

He chuckled at that; such a dumb thing to say. But the way that the imp kept staring at his cock, it felt like the truth. The little guy seemed utterly enamored with the damn thing. Well, didn’t do any harm to let him talk about it that way; probably made him feel better, and for all that Lucian knew that his orgasm was still a long way off, he was enjoying the slow, gentle, firm attention that his dick was getting. 

And he could feel how hard the imp was doing it. A lazy smile crept up his muzzle as he squeezed the little…well, maybe not so little thing. It was just big enough to poke past the full size of his fist now. Guess the little guy was more of a grower than a shower. Considering how tiny it’d looked before, the little guy should be proud. 

“Mmm…”

“Is this good, sir?”

“Heh…it’s good.”

“Do you want more?”

“Sure…sure, why not?”

It was comfortable, after all, and safe, and the imp seemed to be having such a good time…and he honestly felt like he was in good hands. 

Stroke. 

Stroke. 

Stroke. 

He was having to move his hand now, he realized, and – had the imp stopped using both of his? He was only feeling one hand now, and that was…different. Almost everyone that he had ever been with used both; they kinda had to with how much cock he had to offer. Not that he minded going with just one, but – it was new. And weird. 

And it wasn’t the only thing that felt weird. 

That heat had been building for a while, but as he opened one bleary eye again, he saw that the fire was burning down. It wasn’t – it wasn’t the same heat from that as before. No, the warmth was coming…coming from his cock, now, and from the imp touching him. Stroking…squeezing…pulling. 

Lucian opened his eyes a bit further, groaning. He started to sit up – then realized he already was. And…and he wasn’t the taller one anymore. 

The hyena-gnoll slowly turned his head, looking up at someone for the first time in a very, very long time. Not very far up, admittedly, but…up. The purple hell-born was at least five inches taller than him now, and…and he wasn’t as big as he used to be. They’d started changing places, and – 

He looked down at his cock. Not bad, but…definitely not the monster that it used to be. It was no more than seven and a half inches left down there, four and a half inches just gone, and when he looked at the cock that he had been stroking, he saw that the imp was up to eight inches. Not enough for two hands, but getting pretty damn close. 

“What…”

“Are you enjoying this?” the imp asked, his voice a little deeper than before. 

Lucian sat up a bit straighter, groaning, shaking his head as he tried to wake himself up. The heat felt like the lazy heat of a summer’s day, the kind that sapped all energy and left you stupid and tired. He rubbed his face, trying to focus on what he was seeing. 

His thick chest was gone. He still had broader shoulders, sure, but they weren’t the heft and breadth that he’d sported before. If he could still fit in his armor, he’d be surprised. Instead of the broad, muscly hyena that he had been, he felt like…like something more slender, more fluid. Not skinny – gods, no, nothing like that – but something…familiar. Something that he hadn’t been for years. 

Something…twink-y. 

He stared at his arms, no longer filled with so much muscle that they looked like boulders. He looked down at his chest, no longer pushed out with such cliffs of pectorals that they looked like armor. There was no more of that intimidating power that he had built over the years. 

Except…there was. Just not…in him. 

The imp had taken what he had, and now loomed over him, and had thicker arms, thicker shoulders, thicker things, and harder muscles in each one, too. They weren’t quite as big as his, but they were pretty damn close. And the imp was…rather hot, showing ‘em off. 

“Sir?” 

“You look…good,” Lucian muttered. 

“Is it –”

“Don’t apologize. Heh. You’re a hell-born; pretty sure it’s something you wanted, anyway.”

“…”

“And…maybe it’s something I want, too.”

All that heat. Might have been the imp’s power, something mixed with the fire. Maybe it was something malevolent, maybe it was something kind, maybe it was just paying off a debt. Whatever it was, he was too tired to care about the ramifications, and he was too horned up now at the possibilities here. 

For the first time in too long, he wasn’t the big guy, the strong guy, the one that had to take care of everything and everyone. He was just…a guy. A guy with a hard-on, with someone bigger than him that looked – and felt – like they wanted to have some fun, too. He looked down at the purple cock in his hand, then back at the imp’s face. 

“Is that…all?”

“…I want more.”

“…Then take it.”

His companion nodded, then squeezed his cock. 

It went faster this time, hotter, with a tingle that took his breath away. Lucian gasped, sitting up straight on the log as he felt it all come rushing out. A flicker of hellish red danced up and down his cock, the magic surging through his shaft and sac. With every little pulse of pre-cum, more of his power went with it, and – 

And the demon grew. 

He moaned, shivering as he lost more and more of his height, his size, his muscles. He shrank downward and inward, dropping from six feet to five-foot-ten, five-foot-eight, and further still. Down, down, down, his shoulders pulling inward, his hips feeling more noticeable, and between his legs – 

Twitch. 

Twitch. 

Twitch. 

It was like his cock was happily pulsing and squirting out his size. Each pulse, each tremor of excitement oozed between the imp’s fingers, and the more that he dripped, the more that he shrank. 

Seven and a half inches was still respectable, but not as it slowly dropped. He panted as he watched, unable to shake the little huffs and whimpers of unexpected excitement as his cock drifted further and further down. Seven inches, then six, then five and a half, barely poking over the clenched fist of the imp. He was barely getting stroked now; it was almost like he was getting squeezed, instead, his cock massaged on all sides by the imps fingers as they opened, closed, and opened again, dragging out more and more pleasure from him. 

[i]Mmmph…wow…[/i]

He felt almost drunk as his cock dipped below the imp’s fingers. It had to be down to four, maybe four and a half inches at most. Still able to penetrate, but certainly not going to do anything spectacular to someone else. He…he’d been made into a – 

“S-stop…”

He was almost surprised when the imp respected his wishes. Lucian moaned as the big, powerful hand pulled off his cock, and he spread his legs to look at what he’d become. 

Shorter. Much shorter, he realized, having dropped from just over seven feet tall to being just under five feet. It was an adjustment, to say the least, and he knew for a fact that none of his armor would fit him at this point. He might not even still have the same strength to carry it; it was made for his bulk and build, and that meant that it was made to be used by someone with [i]massive[/i] amounts of muscle. 

The only thing that hadn’t shrunk down much was his ass. It wasn’t like he had become some fat-assed creature; he hadn’t gained weight back there, nor had it suddenly started jiggling like some of the priestesses of lustier gods, but it did have a heft to it as well as some of the muscle that had been lost elsewhere. He was…respectable back there, to say the least, and he could feel the heft forcing him to adjust his balance to deal with it. 

“You…this is…”

“I can take you now,” the imp said. 

And looking at the massive purple demon, he knew that the imp could do just that. They had a completely different height difference now, completely favoring the demon; the hell-born loomed over him by multiple feet, though not so much as when he’d been the bigger one. It was closer to two, two and a half feet difference, rather than four feet. But all that muscle made it clear that the imp could manhandle him as much as he liked. 

And maybe it was the weird heat, or the lust-drunk feeling that had been taking over, but he kind of wanted that. 

“Then take me,” he muttered. 

“…You’re sure?”

“Did I stutter?”

“Good.”

Lucian almost felt like a child as he was dragged back to the log and thrown over it. Yelping as he was pinned in place, the hyena-gnoll blushed as his tail was yanked up. The sheer difference in strength was like nothing he’d felt since the days before he was an adventurer, and even then, he had been at least equal in strength to most of those that played with him. This was the first time that he had been so utterly overpowered, and…

And it tickled him, sending a genuinely lustful shiver down his spine, particularly as hands that were as big as his had been stroked his ass and spread it. 

“Mmmph…”

“Long time since you took something back here.”

“I can take it…just…just – mmmph…”

The heat of that newly-enlarged prick against his hole was something else. The most that he’d taken back there since he’d gotten so big were tongues, and this…this was something else. He grabbed for little branches and handholds on the other side of the log, holding tight as the imp’s bigger prick ground against him, sliding between his cheeks and against his hole. 

There was so much pre-cum, so much slime oozing out, and when he felt the imp’s balls against his ass, oh, it was like feeling someone twice his size. A whimper slipped past clenched teeth as he felt all that ooze running hot between his cheeks, dribbling over his hole and down his taint, eventually dripping off his own softer, smaller balls. 

Forward, back, forward, back, grinding the slime in until the head brushed against his hole once more. Lucian lowered his head, forcing himself to take a deep breath and relax – 

POP!

Only to tense up as soon as the thick head slid in. He had no idea how big it was, but it felt as wide as at least four of his fingers, maybe his whole hand. And it was still sliding in, going deeper, deeper, and deeper still. 

“Ah…mmmph…nngh…”

The imp huffed and growled over him. No degradations, but no mercy, either. Every inch of that cock was slowly getting forced up his ass, and he could feel the heat spreading out from his hole to the rest of him. His fingers clenched tighter and tighter against whatever handholds he could find, desperately anchoring himself to whatever was available. That cock…that huge…potent…hell-cock…

In. 

In. 

In. 

When it finally bottomed out in him, he could barely catch his breath. The head had to be somewhere deep in his guts, further than he’d ever taken anything. His thoughts were shattered, broken apart, and – 

And then the imp moved. 

“Ah!” 

Lucian moaned as it pulled back, dragging against his insides. His cock jumped under him, pinned between dead tree and his own stomach. Every inch of that fat imp cock pulling out of him tripped another needy moan, his gasps rising higher and higher as it taught his ass what it needed. 

Just as the head was about to pop out, the imp slammed in again, all the way in. It forced the air right out of his lungs, the sheer heft of the bigger imp crushing him against the tree. 

Again, all the way back, his hole loosening now, unable to stay tight with something so large in him, then – SMACK! In hard enough that the imp’s hips spanked him from how hard he slammed in. 

Back. 

And forth. 

Back. 

And forth. 

Lucian wheezed as each thrust battered that sensitive spot inside that he had long since forgotten about. The imp’s head spread through him, caressing him, teasing him, just as much as his cock spread pre-cum all over his belly. He couldn’t breathe – each thrust drove it out of him before he could get more than just the bare minimum to stay conscious. It was so hot, and so powerful, and so – so much more than he could resist, and – 

“Ah…ah…”

“Cum.”

There was no way for him to resist that command. He arched his back into the imp’s chest and did just that, his tinier cock throbbing against wood and his own belly-fur. It was a meager load, barely more than a few splurts, but it felt better than the hardest orgasm that he’d ever had inside of someone’s hole. 

Every spasm in the front was mirrored in the back, and the imp groaned, caught and squeezed. Lucian moaned as he clenched down on the demon’s cock, all but begging it with his body to fill him. Each clench, each milking ripple made him feel every detail of the cock that had stolen his power and muscle, and it throbbed in response. Pulse, pulse – 

“MMMPH!”

And then he was the one being filled. The first shot would have choked him if it had been shoved in the other end; as it was, he felt the hot spurt go deep, deep enough that he swore he felt it warming the inside of his guts. It was so thick, so heavy – 

But it wasn’t the last. More came, another shot, and another, each one as thick and powerful as the first. He moaned, leaning forward again, groaning as he felt his gut swelling and filling with imp cum. It didn’t stop. It just…kept…coming, more and more of that heated, slimy stuff going so deep inside that he swore he could almost taste it on his breath. 

Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. There was no doubt about it. His gut was swelling, getting heavier and fuller, and he moaned as he felt the sheer bliss that came from being filled. So many years, so many years since he’d had the chance to be on this side of things. He’d forgotten the pure pleasure that it brought with it. 

He didn’t know how long the orgasm went on for. Long enough, he knew, that it would linger for both of them. The imp didn’t pull out, but he did pull Lucian back with him, shifting from the log to the ground. He sat on the imp’s lap, his ass still impaled, but that was fine; it was more comfortable than trying to drag himself off of that massive, still-throbbing thing, and…and he kind of liked the slimy, full feeling that came from all that goo inside of him. 

Rubbing his stomach, he groaned; he was swollen, filled up more than ever. He wasn’t…fat, or anything, but he could feel his gut swollen forward, could feel his stomach churning against his fingers when he rested his hand against it. 

“Does that help pay my debt?” the imp whispered in his ear. 

“It pays…a lot.”

He was too out of it to think about what this meant, or what would happen to him if this wasn’t temporary. It was something that he would have to handle, eventually, but it wasn’t going to happen while he was this fucked out of his mind. Morning; when morning came, he could start thinking about how he was going to take care of this, but until then – until then, he would have to just…relax, and rest, and…and let what happened, happen. 

The imp growled against the back of his neck. Not monstrously, but almost playfully. He liked it. 

“You have a nice ass, sir Lucian.”

“Mmmph…haven’t had anyone say that in a while.”

“I want it.”

“You already had it.”

“Again.”

“Maybe – mmph – maybe in a few minutes.”











[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Lucian, a hyena-gnoll adventurer, saved an imp from a cruel summoner. Now the imp wants to pay him back in some way…but how can he do that? Well, might help if the hyena relaxed a bit first…

Tags: M/M, Height Difference, Attribute Theft, Reversal, Hyena, Gnoll, Imp, Handjob, Intimate, Cute, Debt, Cock Shrinking, Cock Growth, Anal, Orgasm, Cum, Cum Inflation,