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   Last Updated: 10/8/18

   Story Title: Legend of Smallcock

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   There is an upcoming animated kids' movie that involves a Bigfoot
tracking down humans to see that their feet are much smaller than his own.
After seeing the preview for it several weeks ago, this short story formed
in my mind.  I'm trying a different writing style for this story to see if
it works.

   Without further ado...

   One upon a time, there was a clan of Bigcocks that lived under Bigcock
Mountain.  The tribe was very happy, frolicking throughout the vast
underground caverns and tunnels while eating the various mosses and lichens
that grew there.  They swam in deep cold rivers.  They danced near
sparkling veins of ore.  They sang songs of adventure and satisfaction. 
Things were wonderful.

   Now while the Bigcocks enjoyed frolicking and swimming and dancing and
singing, and did so all the time, the one thing the Bigcocks loved most of
all was slurping big cocks.  They slurped them in the morning.  They
slurped them in the afternoon.  They slurped them alone.  They slurped them
together.  With long eager tongues, they slurped and slurped and slurped
every cock in sight until they spazzed all over themselves and each other,
spazzing their sweet nut-juice by the gallons.

   Second only to slurping cocks, the Bigcocks also loved slurping
bottomholes, knowing that a good bottomhole slurp was a surefire way to get
a big cock ready to spazz.  No Bigcock engaged in cock slurping without
engaging in bottomhole slurping, as the two often went hand-in-hand. 
Indeed, many Bigcocks knew that they could cause each other to spazz just
from bottomhole slurping; a favorite pastime by many!

   For the Bigcocks, which looked like their cousins the Bigfoots or their
second cousins the Yetis, life wasn't complete until their big cocks were
spazzing.  And, with cocks often two or three feet long, the Bigcocks had
lots of flesh to slurp and lots of nut-juice to spazz.  Hence the name
Bigcock.

   Red was one such Bigcock.  With shaggy red hair, the eight-foot-tall
Bigcock would list, in order, his favorite things as: Spazzing, slurping
big cocks, slurping bottomholes, and spazzing again.  His fifth favorite
thing, however, was listening to the legends of the elders.  And while
there were many, his absolute favorite was the legend of the Smallcock.

   The Smallcock, it was said, was a creature much smaller than a Bigcock
that lived under the open sky way up above ground.  They were nearly
hairless, needing to wrap themselves in artificial pelts called "crothing"
which had the great misfortune of covering up their small cocks.  The
legends said that their average cock length was measured in inches, not
feet, and most Bigcocks laughed hysterically when the elders would describe
these mythical and absurd creatures.  Cocks, measured in inches!

   Red knew that the majority of Bigcocks dismissed the legend, believing
that no creature with such a small cock could surely exist.  Red wasn't so
sure, having one of the smallest cocks in the clan at twenty-eight inches.
Perhaps, he wondered, other creatures much smaller than he existed out
there?  It was worth investigating.

   One day, after his friend Brown and he had slurped each other senseless
and spazzed all over the place, Red made the decision that he was going to
go to the surface and seek out a Smallcock himself.  That night, he grabbed
some supplies before slipping out of the clan territory and heading towards
the surface.

   When he exited the cave high up on Bigcock Mountain, Red was excited. 
The sun, which he knew existed, was high above and gave Red a wonderful
view of the many miles surrounding the mountain.  Picking a direction, Red
set off down the mountain with Smallcocks on his mind.  Days past, with Red
meandering the forests while looking for a Smallcock.  His search was
fruitless.

   Oh, Red saw many interesting things.  Many animals and plants, rocks and
clouds.  It was quite an adventure and he knew he would have many stories
to share with Brown when he got back.  But no Smallcocks.

   On the fifth day of his journey, just as Red was about to give up, he
smelled smoke wafting on the breeze and decided to investigate.  After
hiking nearly a mile, the Bigcock stumbled upon a large wooden structure
standing in the middle of a clearing.  Intrigued, he snuck up to the wooden
structure and peaked inside one of the glass covered holes.

   A Smallcock!  It had to be!  The creature inside was pacing around,
speaking on a little metal device and not seeing Red.  It looked vaguely
like a Bigcock, with a head, two arms, two legs, and a face.  It also had
an odd assortment of artificial pelts on it's body, hiding most of it's
flesh.  Red listened carefully, trying to make out what the creature was
saying.

   "Yeah Mom, I made it safely.  Tell Uncle Jimmy that this is the best
present ever.  I can't believe he's letting me use his cabin for a whole
week as my sixteenth birthday gift.  It's so cool!  Yes, I was careful on
the drive up.  I know I just got my license last week, Mom, I was there. 
Yes, they're all getting here tomorrow morning.  They're taking two cars
since there is nine guys total.  Yes, the cabin is stocked.  Ok.  Ok.  I'll
call you when I leave.  I'm going to take a shower!  Love you!  Bye!"

   The Smallcock, for that is what the creature surely was, put the metal
device down and went into another room.  Red, having had no idea what the
creature had said, followed and discovered that the Smallcock had entered a
much smaller room.  Then, as Red peaked in, he watched the Smallcock begin
to remove it's "crothing."

   Before Red knew it, the Smallcock was standing nude and Red was
delighted.  The Smallcock had almost no body hair, with just a small patch
on its head, a bit below its belly button, and some on its arms and legs.
But it did have a cock.  A very small cock!

   Red's eyes bugged out.  The legend was totally true.  Hanging below the
Smallcock's legs was a soft and pudgy cock and two soft looking nuts. 
Outstanding!  The Smallcock got into a little crevasse and water quickly
began pouring over its body.  Red, having seen enough, snuck away.

   That evening, Red pondered his options.  He could go back home, of
course, but he had come a long way and really wanted to know more about the
Smallcock.  Did its small cock get any bigger, as his own did when he was
playing with it?  Could it spaz?  Did it have a bottomhole?  Would it enjoy
a good slurping?  These thoughts tormented Red for hours before he decided
to do something about it.  He made a plan.

   Throughout the night, Red used his sharp claws to whittle down the base
of a large tree near the Smallcock's lair.  The following morning, when Red
was sure that the Smallcock was awake, he finished his little project and
caused the tree, which had lost most of its structure integrity, to
suddenly give a loud creak and fall.  The noise of the tree slamming the
ground caused the Smallcock to run outside to see what had happened.

   Red was pleased at his distraction.

   Before the Smallcock could react, Red rushed it from behind and pressed
a bit of freezemoss to the Smallcock's face.  The freezemoss, which
rendered those who inhaled it temporarily unable to move, immediately took
effect and the Smallcock collapsed into Red's waiting arms.  Red hoisted up
the Smallcock and ran into the woods, finding a soft grass-covered meadow
next to a lake in which to have his fun with the Smallcock.  As he laid the
Smallcock down, he could see that the creature was staring at him in alarm.

   Red began to make soothing sounds, of course, and hoped that the poor
Smallcock would not be too terribly afraid.  He knew that Bigcocks were
rather fearsome creatures and the Smallcock, which had little in the way of
natural defenses, had to be intimidated by Red's size and power.  That's
why, Red knew, he had to get to slurping!  No creature, Bigcock or
Smallcock, could be afraid if it was spazzing!

   The Smallcock whimpered a bit as Red carefully removed it's outer
layers, taking the time to place the pelts to the side undamaged.  It
wouldn't due to damage the artificial pelts of this Smallcock, Red thought,
since that kind of behavior would be incredibly rude.  Eventually, Red had
the Smallcock totally naked, as nature intended, and he could examine the
Smallcock closely.

   The creature's tan skin was, as he surmised, mostly hairless.  There was
fine black hair all over the creature's scalp and near it's belly button,
around it's soft cock and nuts, between it's bottom cheeks, and along it's
arms and legs.  Some small hairs were found on the Smallcock's knuckles and
toes and, much to Red's delight, there was even a sizeable bit under the
Smallcock's arms!  Though not nearly as hairy as a Bigcock, Red nodded his
head in happiness and grinned at the Smallcock.  It was good to know the
creature had at least a bit of protection without it's "crothing!"

   Red licked his lips in anticipation.  It was time to get slurping! 
Grasping the Smallcock's calves, Red spread the Smallcock's legs apart and
shoved his face into the hair between the bottom cheeks.  The creature let
out a mewl of confusion and gave a sudden squeal as Red's tongue suddenly
attacked the Smallcock's bottomhole, the tight pink ring of flesh quivering
as Red licked it repeatedly.  Red sighed in satisfaction, finding the taste
of the Smallcock's bottomhole to be both delightful and familiar.  Perhaps
Smallcocks and Bigcocks were not that different!

   The Smallcock began to shudder as Red licked and slurped the bottomhole,
eventually giving another squeal when Red stiffened his tongue and speared
the ring of flesh dead-center.  The tongue breached the clamped hole and
Red eagerly began to explore the inside, teasing every nook and cranny as
the Smallcock's moaning grew louder and louder.  For long minutes, Red
slurped the bottomhole with vigor and he could tell that the Smallcock was
enjoying the sensations.  Maybe the creature would spazz just from the
bottomhole slurping, Red wondered?

   Spazzing brought Red's attention back to the reason he was here, and he
quickly withdrew his tongue from the twitching bottomhole, giving it a few
swipes for good measure.  Then he looked up and chuckled!

   The Smallcock's cock had grown bigger.  Much bigger!  Though probably
only six inches long, it was hard as a rock and shaking continuously.  Red
saw pre-spazz oozing out of the cockhead at an alarming rate and he knew,
at that moment, that Smallcock anatomy and Bigcock anatomy had much in
common.  Lowering the creature's legs, Red took the Smallcock's member in
his hand gently and tilted it to the sky.  The spicy smell of pre-spazz
filled Red's nose as he leaned in gently.  Then he swiped the quivering
flesh with his tongue, from base to tip.

   The Smallcock gave a loud gasp and its hands, which had apparently
gained some autonomy, began to creep towards its cock.  Red's tongue beat
them there, however, as he put all his slurping skills to work.  He licked.
He suckled.  He teased.  The base, the nuts, the tip, and everywhere in
between were soaked with Red's spit within a minute as the Bigcock got his
first taste of Smallcock pre-spazz.  It was delicious!  Slightly saltier
than what he was used to, the unique flavor was quickly becoming a favorite
to his taste buds and he knew that slurping Smallcocks was now on his list
of things he loved.

   Then the Smallcock spazzed, it's moaning increasing tenfold as it's body
tensed up and shuddered.  Blast after blast of Smallcock nut-juice filled
Red's mouth and he groaned in time with the Smallcock, reveling in the
wonderful flavor of the creamy treat.  Even better than the pre-spazz, the
nut-juice was thick and packed with intense flavor.  Red could feel himself
hard and knew his own nuts were churning.

   The Smallcock panted through its intense spazz, its body regaining some
of its lost movement as it grabbed the thick hair around Red's own head. 
Red didn't mind, knowing that the Smallcock was only showing its
appreciation.  As it spoke unintelligibly, Red saw its body sag in
post-spazz bliss.  Red grinned, knowing he wasn't done yet.

   Since this Smallcock had demonstrated that its anatomy was similar to
Red's own anatomy, and since Bigcocks could spazz several times in a row
with the proper motivation, Red concluded that a bit more slurping was in
order so he could gain another tasty treat.  As such, he quickly pulled up
the Smallcock's legs again and began a vigorous round of bottom slurping.

   The Smallcock babbled loudly, moaning often and pulling eagerly at Red's
hair.  Red took that as a sign to continue so he slurped the bottomhole
that much harder, sawing in and out of it with his long and dexterous
tongue while doing everything he could to maximize the Smallcock's
enjoyment.  Soon, the Smallcock began to tremble and Red looked up, seeing
that the Smallcock's hard member was ready to be slurped.

   Red obliged, paying special attention to the wet head of the small cock
and its continuous river of pre and post-spazz.  The creature was grunting
and groaning loudly, its body wiggling underneath the assault as Red
slurped the head eagerly.  Then he took the entire cock in his mouth and
suctioned hard, his tongue sweeping over the horny flesh at incredibly
speeds.  That did it for the Smallcock as it screamed and spazzed, a
smaller but no less delightful load of nut-juice filling his mouth and
satisfying his soul.

   Red needed to spazz, he knew instantly, so he quickly scooted up and
pressed his own cock against the Smallcock's slightly open mouth.  He was
not afraid of the creature's little teeth, of course, since Bigcock flesh,
including cock-flesh, was incredibly tough, but he knew that the size of
the Smallcock's mouth would prohibit it from effectively slurping Red's
cock.  So, as the tip of Red's cock gently pressed against the Smallcock's
soft lips, Red grasped his thick and hard twenty-eight inches and gave
several quick tugs.

   Then he spazzed, letting out a loud moan as blast after blast of
nut-juice fired against the pillow-soft lips of the Smallcock and drenching
the creature in Bigcock seed.  It was not the most satisfying spazz of his
life, Red thought to himself, but it was still pretty good.  The Smallcock
didn't react much, apparently exhausted after just two spazzes!  Red rolled
his eyes.  Apparently, this particular Smallcock was not very vigorous.  It
needed at least two, maybe three, more spazzes before it was time to quit.

   A sudden sound off in the distance had Red perking up his ears and his
eyes widened.  It was the sound of Smallcock voices, calling out from far
away.  Apparently, more had arrived to visit with this Smallcock. 
Interesting.

   Grabbing the Smallcock, Red jumped into the lake and quickly rinsed
himself and the dazed Smallcock off.  Then, making sure there was no
evidence of his involvement, he quickly pressed two memoberries that he had
set aside into the Smallcocks mouth.  The creature tried to spit them out
but Red growled and the Smallcock, getting the message, swallowed them. 
Then its eyes glazed over.  Memoberries, Red knew, would erase an hour of
memory per berry eaten and he certainly didn't want the Smallcock to
remember his encounter with Red!  That would cause trouble for sure!

   Satisfied, Red grabbed the rest of the supplies he had laid out and
scampered away, eventually settling into a nice hiding spot as he watched
the Smallcock come out of it's memoberry trance.  The creature looked
confused, of course, but quickly put on its pelts before looking at the
water.  Red could read its body language, as it appeared universal.  "Did I
just take a bath?  Why don't I remember it?" Shrugging, the Smallcock began
to respond to the calls from its kind and it disappeared into the woods
towards its species.

   Red headed back to Bigcock Mountain.

   The Bigcock tried to convince others that he had encountered a
Smallcock. None believed him.  They called him a fanciful storyteller.  A
silly cock.  A legend hunter.  He told them he would prove that there were
Smallcocks out there and suggested another excursion to the surface.  He
mentioned how wonderful their nut-juice tasted.  The elders forbade it. 
Apparently, the fact that he failed to tell anyone he was going to the
surface had launched a search of all nearby caves and, as punishment for
causing everyone to worry, Red was sentenced to cave-incarceration until
the elders believed he had learned his lesson.

   Two years past.

   One evening, almost two weeks after his cave-incarceration was over, Red
approached Brown and asked his oldest friend if he would be interested in
going to the surface to seek Smallcocks.  Brown, who had always been
dubious of Red's stories, initially declined.  However, as the days wore on
and Red continued to bring it up, Brown eventually got tired of his nagging
friend and acquiesced.  The elders, not particularly happy but knowing that
Red had already served out his punishment and they therefore could not
forbid the journey, gave their blessing.  Thus, Brown found himself
trekking beside Red as the two made their way out of Bigcock Mountain.

   Brown, as Red had been before, was impressed with the surface world and
followed Red down the mountain and deep into the forests beyond.  Red tried
to retrace his steps, of course, but soon realized that he had forgotten
the way to the Smallcock's wooden structure.  Picking a direction, then,
the pair soon found themselves on the edge of a valley and stopped at a
comfortable cave to decide where to go next.  It was as the sun was
setting, then, that Red spotted several wooden structures in the distance
and jumped up in excitement.

   "Smallcocks!" he exclaimed, pointing in the direction of his obsession.
Brown only sighed.  He doubted there would actually be Smallcocks but he
was interested in seeing what the clearly unnatural structures looked like
up close.  As darkness fell, Red and Brown soon found themselves passing a
large piece of wood that read "Adventure Ranger Boys Camp" but they paid it
no mind since they couldn't read it, instead focusing on the dim light
ahead of them.

   "Wow," gasped Brown as they settled into some bushes.  In front of him
were several wooden structures and a huge fire, ringed with stone, blazed
merrily in the middle of the clearing.

   "Told you," whispered Red back, his grin wide as he watched the various
Smallcocks moving around.  They were...  smaller than the one he had
slurped previously, though the distance made it difficult to really tell.
Still, they all seemed to have less height and weight than he remembered.

   The Smallcocks eventually drifted into various structures, always in
groups, and Red and Brown fell back deeper into the forest to decide what
to do.  Soon, the entire area was quiet as could be and quick peaks into
the various structures showed that all of the Smallcocks were sleeping.  As
the two Bigcocks discussed their options, a noise alerted them to movement.

   One structure opened quietly and a Smallcock slipped outside, wandering
into the forest near where Red and Brown hid.  Thinking quickly, Red
slipped up to the recently vacated structure and glanced inside.  All the
Smallcocks were asleep.  This one would not be missed.  Getting out his
freezemoss, Red approached the lone Smallcock.

   "Get it together.  Lots of cute boys in there.  And tomorrow morning, we
all take a shower together.  I just have to keep from getting a boner." the
Smallcock muttered to itself as it opened the front of it's lower
"crothing" and began urinating into a bush.  "I know I'm only twelve but,
if I can see Tommy naked tomorrow, I'll die a happy boy.  Please please
please let me see Tommy naked tomorrow." The Smallcock continued to mumble
to itself as it finished up, with Red waiting patiently only a few feet
away.  Red didn't know what the Smallcock was saying but the tone certainly
indicated it considering something important.  It wouldn't due, then, to
interrupt it while it was leaking.  Perhaps a good slurping would help the
Smallcock with whatever it was considering?

   As the Smallcock tucked itself back into it's pelt, Red slipped the
freezemoss across the creatures mouth and let it inhale for a moment.  The
Smallcock, surprised, took a big whiff before it's body collapsed against
Red.  The Bigcock grinned at Brown, whose eyes were wide as boulders,
before scooping up the Smallcock and darting towards the edge of the
valley. Within ten minutes, Brown and Red were in the cave they had
previously occupied when they first spotted the structures.  Another five
minutes saw them deep underground, in a cavern well away from the night
air.

   Pulling out some lightlichen, Red tossed the soft substance against the
ceiling and the plant, upon impact, suddenly spread out across most of the
rocky roof and down the various walls.  Then the shrub flared to life,
filling the cavern with bright and natural light.  It also created a deep
heat, raising the temperature in the cavern to a very pleasant warmth.

   The Smallcock's eyes went wide as he saw the two Bigcocks, several
squeaks demonstrating that the creatures fear.  Then, it's eyes traveled to
the Bigcock's big cocks and Red saw something else flash across the
Smallcock's face.  Lust.  It was staring at their members!  Red smiled! 
This one will most certainly enjoy a good slurping!

   "It's cute," said Brown, breaking the silence.

   Red shook his head, then, and really looked at the Smallcock.  "Odd," he
muttered.

   "What's odd?" Brown asked as the Smallcock glanced back and forth.

   "This one is smaller than the Smallcock I slurped last time.  I'm sure
of it."

   "You could be imagining it," Brown suggested.

   "No, I'm not.  This one is definitely smaller.  Maybe the one I saw two
years ago was a giant of their species?" Red pondered the implications.

   "Then is this even a Smallcock?" Brown asked.

   "Probably," Red said.  "But lets get it naked and see."

   The two Bigcocks removed the hard pelts wrapped around the Smallcock's
feet only to have to pull off the soft pelts that snugly encased the ends
of the appendages.  Then they pulled down the lower pelt and pulled off the
higher pelt, leaving the Smallcock in nothing but a thing black material
that covered its member.  That came off soon after and Red took a moment to
examine the creature's body.

   "Definitely a different species of Smallcock," he concluded.

   "Explain," prompted Brown.

   "Well, for starters, this one has much less hair that the other
Smallcock I discovered.  This one has some on it's scalp, like the previous
one, but none on its chest or near its bellybutton.  There is this very
small patch right here," Red said, pointing to the area just above the
Smallcock's small cock, "but almost none on its arms and legs.  And only a
few wisps under it's arms.  Interesting.  Hey look," he said, grasping the
creature's legs and pulling them apart.  "Hairless around it's bottomhole.
The last one definitely had hair in there!" The Smallcock grunted as Red
moved its limbs about, though it seemed less scared as the moments past.

   "It's getting aroused," Brown said as they watched the creature. 
Indeed, its member had begun to rise as they discussed it.

   "So are we," Red chuckled.  Indeed, both he and Brown were not
supporting firm erections and the Smallcock's eyes were glued to their
massive poles.  "And that's the other thing." Red continued, pointing at
the Smallcock's rising tool.  "The other one started off soft, too, but
it's flesh was larger than this one.  And it's nuts were bigger as well."
Red grabbed the cock and jiggled it for a moment before stroking the nut
sack.  "And this one is hairless on its nuts.  I think this is a different
species." The creature gave a small moan as Red played with its cock. 
Soon, the flesh was stiff and throbbing.

   "What about its cock size?" Brown asked as he examine the hard member
before them.  "I'd say this is about four inches long.  Didn't you say the
other one was bigger?"

   "Yeah," Red said.  "This one's cock is much smaller.  I don't feel
comfortable calling this a Smallcock.  We need to get more accurate."

   Brown nodded.  "What do you suggest?"

   Red thought about it for a moment.  "A Littlecock."

   The two Bigcocks stared down at the Littlecock as the creature stared at
them, its body twitching as the freezemoss effects faded.  "Is it just me,"
began Brown, or does this Littlecock look like it really wants to slurp
us?"

   Red grinned and knelt down, offering the tip of its twenty-eight inches
to the Littlecock's mouth.  The creature immediately latched on, its small
tongue darting out to lick the flesh as eagerly as if it were a Bigcock. 
Red groaned.  Minutes past, with the Littlecock regaining use of its
appendages rapidly but never indicating that it wanted anything other than
to slurp Red's big cock.  Hands found Red's member and began to stroke. 
They also played with his nuts.  While the Littlecock was certainly no
slurping expert, and its mouth and tongue were not nearly large enough to
totally please Red's member, it made up for any skill deficiencies through
sheer determination.

   Soon, Red felt himself ready to spazz and began to grunt.  The
Littlecock, which had been busy slurping down his pre-spazz with gusto,
latched on tighter and stroked him that much faster.  Red moaned and
spazzed, his thick nut-juice flooding the Littlecock's mouth and
overflowing onto the creatures chest and stomach.  The Littlecock kept
swallowing, though, and continually thrust its small tongue into Red's
yawning spazz-slit.

   The moment Red spent himself, the Littlecock crawled over to Brown and
started the process again.  Brown, who was lying back and enjoying the
show, groaned in appreciation and began petting the Littlecock all over its
back and neck.  The creature mewled its approval and kept sucking,
eventually getting Brown off to an explosive spazz.

   Red offered his own cock to the Littlecock again and the creature jumped
at the chance, its body flushed with arousal and its own little cock
leaking pre-spaz.  The watery goo slid down its member and across it's
hairless nuts, eventually dripping to the floor.  Red didn't notice,
already feeling his second spazz coming.

   This time, though, he grasped the Littlecock's head and pushed it down
past his nuts.  The creature seemed confused for a moment but complied,
licking up and down Red's taint as Brown slid over and wrapped his long
tongue around Red's swollen member.  Brown took over for Red, then, and
pushed the creatures face even lower.  The Littlecock resisted at first,
apparently unaware of the joy of slurping bottomholes, but Browns
persistence soon found the creatures mouth pushed against Red's quivering
hole.  The creature's tongue slid out tentatively, then, and swiped across
the puckered flesh.  A moan from Red indicated that such an action was
welcome and the Littlecock soon began to lick Red's bottomhole.  That
licking rapidly turned into eager slurping as the Littlecock understood and
tried to push its tongue deep into Red.  That bottomhole stimulation,
coupled with Browns talented tongue, forced a powerful spazz out of Red.

   The Littlecock wasted no time, battling Brown for the tip of Red's cock
as it took much of the nut-juice into its mouth.  Red patted the Littlecock
on the head, happy the creature was enjoying the fun.  The creature then
pushed Brown backwards and, taking charge, pulled Browns legs up and apart.
The Littlecock certainly didn't have the strength to do it on its own so
Brown complied, sending a grin to Red when the Littlecock dove in between
Browns bottom cheeks and began to hungrily slurp Brown's bottomhole.  Red
returned the cock slurping favor, to explosive results.

   As the Littlecock made to slurp Red's member again, the Bigcock grasped
the Littlecock and pushed it aside.  It was time to make the Littlecock
spazz so that Brown could taste the sweet nectar from the creature's
hairless nuts.  But first, Red himself wanted a taste.  Pulling the
Littlecock's backside towards him, Red parted the soft mounds that made up
the Littlecock's bottom and found his target; a tight pink bottomhole.  The
Littlecock, apparently understanding what was coming, inhaled sharply and
waited.  It didn't have to wait long.  Red dove forward, his long tongue
taking several deep swipes at the taut ring while the Littlecock let out a
throaty moan.  Encouraged, Red began to slither his tongue deeper into the
clenched hole and the Littlecock's moaning rose an octave as Red's tongue,
not to be stopped, breached the tight ring and thrust deep inside the
wriggling creature.  Then Red began to piston his stiff tongue in and out
of the Littlecock, causing the creature to squeal and shudder and grab onto
Red's hairy legs for support.

   "It's about to spaz," said Brown a moment later and Red, sensing his
friend was right, spun the Littlecock around and swallowed the rock hard
four-inches deep into his mouth.  He slurped for all it was worth, his
tongue absolutely beating against the tiny member as it shuddered and
twitched in anticipation of its powerful spazzing.

   "AHHHHHHHH!!!!" the Littlecock screamed as he spazzed, his nut-juice
bursting forth into Red's eager mouth.  The taste was heavenly, and Red
groaned in appreciation at the wonderful offer.  Two spurts.  Three.  Then
four.  The Littlecock kept squealing, it's body convulsing as Red held it's
cock in his mouth.  Then the creature sagged to the ground, panting in
exhaustion.

   "How is it?" Asked Brown, a gleam in his eye.

   Red swished the nut-juice around his mouth, pondering.  Then he
swallowed, sighing as the seed slid down his throat.  "Wonderful!" he said.
As the Littlecock continued to pant, Red described to Brown how the
Littlcock's nut-juice was different from the Smallcock's nut-juice, being
slightly sweeter and much much thinner in texture.  Watery, even.

   Before Brown could ask any more question, the Littlecock crawled over
and began slurping Red's member again.  Red chuckled and settled in for
another round.  Halfway through the slurping, and well before he spazzed,
Brown settled behind the Littlecock and began to gently tease the
creature's bottomhole with his tongue.  The creature moaned in enjoyment
but continued to service Red, eventually bringing the Bigcock off to a
third spazzing of the night.  The two Bigcocks quickly spun the Littlecock
around, with Red teasing the creatures bottomhole with his tongue while the
Littlecock slurped Brown eagerly.

   The Brown grabbed the Littlecock, spread it's legs wide open, and went
to town on it's eager member.  The Littlecock moaned and gasped, grabbing
Browns head as Brown dominated the small cock in his mouth.  When Brown
rolled back and the Littlecock ended up on top of him, Red seized the
moment to spread the Littlecock's bottom cheeks and drill his tongue into
the small creatures slick but eager bottomhole.  The Littlecock screamed
loudly at that, spazzing powerfully as both Red and Brown slurped it's two
most sensitive parts.

   The night continued on for another two hours, with both of the Bigcocks
leisurely spazzing into the Littlecock's mouth twice and with the
Littlecock shooting its nut-juice, which had decreased in volume
considerably, once more into the combined mouths of Red and Brown. 
Eventually, though, the Bigcocks knew it was nearly dawn so they fed the
Littlecock enough memoberries to remove the memories of their time
together, helped the Littlecock down to the valley floor, washed the
Littlecock in a nearby stream, and saw it into the structure where it's den
presumably was.  The sun was almost up.

   Red and Brown stayed around for another hour, just out of curiosity, and
eventually saw their Littlecock leave its structure and enter another. 
Several other Littlecocks soon did the same.  Wanting a slightly better
look at the others, Red and Brown crept to the side of the structure and
looked in the glass covered hole near the top, allowing them a view of what
was happening inside.  Then they grinned at each other.

   Their Littlecock was on its knees, eagerly slurping the cocks of three
other Littlecocks that stood clustered around it's face.  As they watched,
the first, then the second, then the third Littlecock seemed to spazz into
their Littlecock's mouth while their Littlecock eagerly drank down the
offered nut-juice.  When a fourth Littlecock approached their Littlecock
and offered its hard member, their Littlecock spun the new creature around
and buried it's head in the surprised Littlecock's backside.  From where
they stood, Red and Brown could clearly see their Littlecock's tongue
rigorously slurping the now moaning Littlecock's bottomhole.

   Slipping away, Red and Brown decided that the memoberries, while
effective at removing the memories, may not have removed the muscle
memories!  Oh well!

   The next three months saw a flurry of activity.  The tribe accepted the
newest account of Smallcocks and Littlecocks, acknowledging that Brown, as
an independent eyewitness and without Red's inherent unreliability, could
verify that everything Red reported was true.  This, of course, caused all
the Bigcocks to want to go out to explore the above ground but the elders,
as if sensing that such an action might expose their people to potential
dangers, put a moratorium on any above ground travel.

   Eventually, though, the demands for exploration were loud enough to
force the elders' hands and an expedition was assembled.  Red, Brown, and
eight other Bigcocks would be sent above to canvas the region and report
what they found.  This was a reconnaissance mission, it was stressed, and
the party was to remain away from any Smallcocks or Littlecocks.

   All agreed and the team headed out.

   The group was led by Grey, an older Bigcock who was deputy chief of the
tribe.  A no-nonsense leader, Grey reiterated what the elders had said and
promised severe punishment to any who disobeyed.  Red was confused, though,
because there was one Bigcock selected to participate that, if Red was
being honest, had no business on a serious mission like this.  Black was a
prankster and a troublemaker who went out of his way to disregard
authority. How, Red thought to himself, had he been selected?

   Only a day past, with the group surveying the local area but seeing no
Smallcocks or Littlecocks.  Perhaps it was because they went in the exact
opposite direction that Red had initially taken, Red surmised, but it was
not his place to make suggestions.  Red eventually found himself walking
besides Black, the two of them far behind the others.  Black kept grinning
at him.

   "What?" Red eventually asked.

   "Wanna see what I brought?" Black asked, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

   "Fine," Red said.  "Show me."

   Black pulled out a thick and juicy looking hornygrubber, the purple
fruit sparkling in the sunlight.  Red gasped.  Hornygrubbers were powerful
aphrodisiacs, their sweet flesh belying their devilish properties.  When a
Bigcock ate a hornygrubber, their arousal went through the roof and it took
dozens of spazzes to work the powerful fruit out of their systems.  While
not illegal within the tribe, many stayed clear of the fruit due to it's
incredibly powerful effects.

   "I'm going to slip it into Grey's tea when I get a chance," Black said.
"It's going to be hilarious."

   Red just rolled his eyes, jogging to catch up with the rest.

   Eventually, as the evening approached, the team came across a small
river and Grey asked for two volunteers to follow the river and report back
while everyone else made camp for the night.  Black, for some reason,
grabbed Red volunteered them both.  Grey nodded and Red and Black soon
found themselves hiking along a shallow waterway.

   With the sun an hour from setting, Red and Black soon found themselves
standing on the top of a small waterfall, a large pool surrounded by huge
boulders beyond.  It was then that the two Bigcocks saw what lay beyond.  A
large metal contraption sat several hundred yards up the bank, a cookfire
blazing in front of it.  It looked like there were Smallcocks or
Littlecocks about, though Red saw none.

   He quickly explained what they were seeing to Black, who seemed
genuinely interested, when a high and sharp voice spoke from behind them.

   "Hi monsters!"

   Red and Black jumped, spinning around to see a Littlecock standing in
the middle of the river about ten feet from them.  It had apparently snuck
up on them, it's stealth impressing Red.  Looking carefully at the
creature, Red realized that he was not seeing a Smallcock or a Littlecock.
This creature was tiny, its body much smaller than the Littlecocks he and
Brown had seen months earlier.

   "My names Bobby!  I'm eight!  What kind of monsters are you?"

   Red stared at the creature.  It was wearing only a small pelt around its
genitals, its torso and legs exposed to the elements.  It had no hair
before the face, Red thought, and carried a large walking stick.  Lifting
the stick up and onto its shoulders, the creature just stared at them
expectantly.  Red saw no hair under its arm.

   "Can you understand me?" the creature said.

   Red and Black looked at each other, unsure what the creature was saying.

   The creature, apparently misunderstanding their shared look, then began
talking again.  "Are you shy because your naked?  I can be naked too. 
See!" With that, the creature reached into its pelt and did something,
somehow causing the pelt to fall into the water at the creatures ankles. 
It stood, then, nude and proud.

   Its cock was tiny.  Absolutely tiny.  Almost not even a cock, if Red
were being honest.  And its nuts were barely visible.  This was not a
Littlecock.  "Tinycock," Red said suddenly.  It was a Tinycock.

   "Boo!" shouted the Tinycock as it jumped forward, startling Red and
Black.  Black, having never seen a Tinycock, or a Littlecock, or a
Smallcock before, fell backwards into the river.  The creature giggled,
then, and walked over to the bank with its pelt in hand.  Grabbing Black's
arm, Red pulled the Bigcock up and ushered him to the other bank.

   "Should we grab it?" Black asked quietly.  "Give it a memoberry?"

   "I don't think so," Red said.  "If we try, it might scream and bring
others.  We should just leave."

   The Tinycock watched them go, the two Bigcocks hurrying past the
creature and back up the river.  It grinned the entire time.

   Just as Red thought they were safe, though, a sound from behind him drew
his attention back to the Tinycock.  It was a loud groan.  Turing, Red saw
that the Tinycock was standing where he and Black had stood, with the
hornygrubber clutched in its hand.  It must have fallen when Black fell! 
The creature was staring at the fruit, licking it's lips.  "No!" shouted
Red as the Tinycock popped the fruit into its mouth, chewing rapidly before
swallowing.  Purple juice ran down its face, dripping onto its naked chest.

   "That's not good," whispered Black.

   Red just glared at him.

   Suddenly, the Tinycock fainted.

   Red and Black got back to the group a few minutes later, having run as
fast as they could to give Grey the news.  Red carried the Tinycock.  Black
carried its pelt.  Grey's outrage at what had happened was surprisingly
light, though he promised that Black would be facing consequences when they
got back to the tribe.  Then, with the efficiency of a leader, Grey had the
team break camp and run back towards Bigcock Mountain.

   Five hours later, the ten Bigcocks were deep underground and in a huge
cave filled with lightlichen.  It was here that the Tinycock began to stir.

   "The Tinycock is considerably smaller than any Bigcock, so there is no
telling how potent the hornygrubber is going to be.  It usually takes a few
dozen spazzes to clear out the fruit from a Bigcock's system so it is our
responsibility to make the Tinycock spazz enough to ensure that the
hornygrubber is no longer effecting the creature.  Everyone understand?"
Grey looked around at the gathered Bigcocks.  Everyone nodded.

   Red stepped forward, then, and said, "Should we use hangweed?  It will
make the Tinycock more accessible." Others nodded and Grey pulled out some
hangweed from his bag.  Tossing it to the ceiling, the small green plant
stuck to the rock above with a wet sound before two long tendrils suddenly
burst out of it to hang down towards the floor.

   Hangweed was a favorite plant of the Bigcocks, as it could easily
accommodate the weight of even the largest of their tribe.  It made
slurping so much fun and quite a bit easier.  Scooping up the Tinycock, who
was almost conscious, the Bigcocks got to work.  Within a matter of
seconds, the Tinycock was in place.  With the two of the tendrils of
hangweed wrapped around the Tinycock' arms and torso, the Tinycock hung
from the ceiling and about ten feet off the ground.  Two Bigcocks stepped
up on either side of the Tinycock, grasping its legs and spreading them up
and open.  In this way, the Tinycock was comfortably supported while its
cock and bottomhole were at face level of every Bigcock present.

   "Uh!  Oh!  Ah!  My wiener!  Somethings happening!  It feels so weird! 
Oh help!  Help!  It feels so weird!" The Tinycock began to mewl, its member
going from soft and hairless to stiff in a matter of moments.  Red, who had
the most experience with non-Bigcocks, stepped over and observed the
creature up close.

   His initial assessment had been right.  The Tinycock had no hair below
its head, with a totally hairless crotch and bottom.  Though there was very
fine blond hair along it's legs and arms, the hair was much too fine to see
and almost invisible to touch.  The cock, which was now rock hard, stood
out at maybe two inches.  The nuts, interestingly enough, sat snuggly up
against the Tinycock's pelvis.

   "I wanna see it's nut-juice," said someone from the back.  The sentiment
was echoed by everyone present, including a reluctant Grey, so Red nodded
to Brown.  His friend stepped up behind the Tinycock and the two Bigcocks
holding the creature's legs, Rust and Shale, used one hand each to gently
pull apart the pert bottom.  Red glanced back at the impossibly small
bottomhole before winking at Brown.  Brown winked back before pushing his
face into the crevasse and attacking the pink little flesh.

   The Tinycock began to squeal, its eyes opening and closing several times
as it shook within the bindings hold it up.  It screeched and mewled, cried
and moaned.  It's stiff little cock, which everyone but Brown was focused
on, twitched and danced as Brown's tongue finally forced its way inside the
tightly clenched pucker.  Then the Tinycock began to shake, its body
trembling in a surefire sign that it was about to spazz all over the place.
Red placed his hand near the tiny cock, ready to catch the nut-juice as it
erupted.

   "I gotta pee!  I gotta pee!  No!  NO!!!" squealed the creature, though
no one present knew what it was saying.

   "Here it comes," whispered Black as the Tinycock suddenly shrieked and
spasmed, its body going stiff as Brown shoved his entire tongue up its
backside.  Then it began to spazz, hard.

   "AHHH!!!!!!!!" Roared the Tinycock, its voice echoing off the walls as
it convulsed madly.  Everyone inhaled sharply as the small cock twitched
violently, once, twice, three times.  Nothing else happened, though the
creature kept squealing.  Four time.  Five times.  Six times.  The little
tube of flesh quivered and shook, though no moisture came out.  The
Bigcocks looked at each other, confused.  It was clearly spazzing, its body
being crushed under the pleasurable weight of a hornygrubber driven
super-spazz, but no nut-juice was released.

   A sudden exhalation and the Tinycock slumped where it hung, its spazz
over.  Its little cock stayed hard, though, and all the Bigcocks looked at
each other.  This was strange.

   "Maybe it's broken?" ventured one of the Bigcocks.

   "Or maybe this type of creature doesn't produce nut-juice?" suggested
another.

   "Every creature produces nut-juice," admonished a third.  The rest of
the crowd mumbled in agreement.

   "Broken, then?  Maybe it's nut-juice is backed up somewhere inside?" Red
said, looking around.  Everyone nodded.

   The Tinycock had begun to whine again, it's body clearly under the
effects of the hornygrubber and needing another spazz.  Red and Brown
shrugged at each other, the latter moving back into place and sliding his
tongue deep into the proffered bottomhole.  The Tinycock gasped at the
invasion, letting out a long moan.  The moan turned into a squeal a second
later as Red stepped forward and began to slurp the stiff little cock, his
tongue rapidly flicking the sensitive flesh as his hand kneaded the little
nuts.

   The Tinycock lasted only a couple of seconds before it began to spazz
uncontrollably, its body writhing around at Red continued to slurp its
member and Brown continued to suckle its bottomhole.  It screamed and
squealed, though no nut-juice found its way onto Red's tongue.  Still, the
Bigcock persevered.  They were going to get nut-juice, he was certain.

   The rest of the party began to set up camp, recognizing that they were
going to be staying here until the hornygruber effects had run their course
and interested in having their own turn with the Tinycock.  By the time
they had all selected their own spots, the Tinycock was spazzing for a
third time.

   Over and over it spazzed, the little creature crying out in extasy as
its body trembled through the powerful sensations of Red and Brown slurping
it's cock and bottomhole.  The two Bigcocks eventually switched places,
concluding incorrectly that Brown might be able to coax some nut-juice from
the shuddering creature.  It was no use, though, and several more spazzes
past by with little to show.

   Two other Bigcocks eventually took over, replacing Red and Brown and
forcing nearly twenty more spazzes out of the sweaty and groaning Tinycock.
Then two more replaced them.  Then two more.

   Almost six hours past, with the Tinycock experiencing over a hundred dry
spazzes.  Then Shale had the bright idea to slurp the Tinycock's feet while
its cock and bottomhole were being slurped.  "After all," he said,
"Bigfoot's love it when their feet and toes are slurped.  Maybe that will
help this Tinycock finally release his nut-juice?"

   The suggestion was met with enthusiasm and two more Bigcocks approached
the spazzing Tinycock, grabbing a foot each and beginning to slurp the
flesh with abandon.  The Tinycock squealed and thrashed as the soles of its
feet were mercilessly tongued, its little toes sucked vigorously.  It
spazzed multiple times in a row, giggling and crying and yammering in its
native language but still failing to produce any nut-juice.

   After some time, the Bigcocks decided that a demonstration might be
necessary so they removed the Tinycock from the hangweed and placed it on
the ground.  Then the ten of them took turns slurping each other senseless,
spazzing all over the Tinycock and gently feeding the little creature their
own nut-juice.  The creature, still mewling and hard, had a few spazzes
while they teased it and each other but no nut-juice was produced.  The
Bigcocks, out of idea, gave up.

   Twelve more hours past, with the Tinycock hanging by the hangweed while
four Bigcocks at a time worked it over, slurping its tiny cock, its tight
little bottomhole, and it's wiggly feet.  It spazzed and spazzed and
spazzed, it's body always eager for more.

   "Again!" It kept squealing as it spazzed.  "Do it again!" The Bigcocks
ignored the creature, not understanding its language.

   Eventually, thought, the little creature had one massive spazz before
screaming incoherently and passing out, its body going totally limp.  The
Bigcocks smiled at each other, knowing that such a spectacle was the sign
of the hornygrubber fruit leaving the system.

   It was early morning when the Bigcocks dropped the dazed Tinycock near
where they had found it, having fed the creature plenty of memoberries and
cleaned up the creature in the river.  The Bigcocks could tell that others
were looking for the Tinycock so they waited until they saw a Littlecock,
who looked remarkably similar to their Tinycock, come upon the creature and
begin yelling back to it's kind.  The Bigcocks left, then, heading back
towards Bigcock Mountain.

   The tribe decided not to venture back to the world above, as their
interactions with the various cocks of the land had changed their
perspectives on adventures and exploration.  Red was seen by the elders as
a troublemaker, so they tried everything they could do to shun him and keep
him occupied.  They didn't want his adventurous spirit to get others in
trouble.

   Red eventually left the tribe, heading deeper into the tunnels of the
world and looking for a new and more openminded tribe.  His hope was that
he might find a group of Bigcocks who wanted to interact with Smallcocks,
Littlecocks, and Tinycocks and slurp each other to wonderful and fantastic
spazzes.

   Red did eventually find such a tribe and his tales led them to the
surface world.  That, however, is a legend for a different time.