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bwahahahha tendrils!!!!!!! I've been waiting for more HUnter Pegor ever since I first bumped your original threads in Feb. '05
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A Stirring Tale of Adventure and Mayhem, by Nathan
It was a dark night. Hunter Pegor stumbled lazily through the thick foliage of the surrounding forest.
"Where the fuck did the Sun go?" he asked of no one in particular.
Hunter was a large man. He had thick, broad shoulders and strong arms to match them. Curly locks of dirty blonde hair cascaded down past his forehead, licking delicately at his handsome nose and full lips. Hunter was not the type of man to be caught unprepared in any situation. He carried a long broadsword strapped to his back and was by no means a novice in the proper use of such a powerful weapon.
Suddenly, a tall, slender man stepped out from beneath the cloak of darkness. He kept to the shadows but revealed himself just enough to make his presence known. Hunter turned and in one fluid motion drew his sword.
"Can I help you?" Hunter enquired.
The stranger shifted his gaze slightly to acknowledge the heavy weapon in the large man's hands. The sudden movement revealed two pointy ears poking through his thick mane of jet black hair. An elf, Hunter thought.
"What do you want?" Hunter asked again as he sheathed his mighty sword.
"Nothing, really. I heard you while taking a walk through the woods. I was just curious at to what you were doing in so lonely a place at this hour."
The elf then reached into a brown satchel he carried at his side and drew forth a white rabbit. He began poking playfully at the rabbit's genitals while rubbing himself ferociously. "You can piss all over my rabbit if you like," he said.
Hunter quickly revealed his immense phallus while muttering the words to a spell under his breath. As he pulled his foreskin back, the head of his penis began to emit a bright white light. The elf realed backwards, blinded by the overpowering light and clutching at his eyes wildly in anguish. Hunter didn't waste an instant. He drew his broadsword and prepared himself to deal a mighty blow. With a grunt, he unleashed the full force of his muscular arms, cleaving the elf in half.
The right side of the dead elf's body slowly separated from the left and fell to the ground with a loud thump. Hunter wiped the gore from his blade with the elf's tunic. As he turned to leave he noticed a slightly obese, stark naked gnome sodomizing the elf's white rabbit from behind. With a smile on his blood-smeared face, Hunter turned and walked into the night. As he escaped into the darkness he heard the muffled cries of joy emanating from the lips of the portly gnome.
The Adventures of Hunter Pegor, Part II
Waves of heat emanated from the glaring sun, making it difficult for Hunter Pegor to see through the humid haze looming before him. He was sweating profusely, his damp shirt clinging to his muscular body. He stood alone in an open field, wondering to himself where he might find a hearty meal so early in the morning.
Suddenly, a loud scream erupted from behind him. Hunter turned to see a young woman running towards him, her ample bosom heaving with each stride. As she drew closer, he could see her taught, erect nipples protruding from her white tunic.
"What seems to be the trouble?" he asked.
"My name is Princess Jasmina. I'm being chased by thieves. Please help me."
Hunter shifted his gaze slightly and could see two obese men running towards them. They were running side by side, and appeared to be holding each other's phalluses in their palms. One man withdrew his hand from his partner's stiff member and licked from his fingertips what appeared to be a generous portion of smegma.
Hunter reacted quickly. He removed his pants, lowered his anus to the ground and unloaded a huge 50 pound steamer on the dry grass below.
"Quickly," he said, "grab a handful of my feces and get ready. You'd better take off that restrictive tunic if you want to do any damage."
Princess Jasmina did as she was told and freed her immense breasts from the confines of her cumbersome shirt.
As the pair of thieves drew closer, Hunter and Jasmina began pelting them with an unrelenting barrage of feces. Dazed, the two strangers fell to the ground, clutching wildly at their faces and each other's crotches. Hunter spoke the words to an incantation and the excrement turned immediately into a highly corrosive acid. Smoke began billowing up from the thieves' faces as the acid ate away at their exposed flesh. The skin around their eyes began to bubble and churn, blood oozing from the gaping wounds.
It was some time later before the sobbing ceased and the two men rose from the hard ground. Angry and beaten from the defeat, they turned and ran off into the distant foliage, smacking playfully at each other's behinds and shouting crude remarks at one another.
Jasmina threw the remaining feces in her hand to the ground.
"I owe you my life," she said after a brief pause.
The princess pulled her skirt up over her head, revealing the largest vagina Hunter had ever seen.
"Reach inside."
Happy to ablige, Hunter reached into her gigantic twat and pawed around inside for what seemed to the princess to be a very long time. Finally, he pulled both arms free, holding in his clenched fists a quiver full of arrows and an elaborate longbow.
"What's this?" he quietly enquired.
"Those are magical arrows. They will always strike the crotch of your opponent, no matter how terrible your aim."
After a long and careful inspection of his new weapons, Hunter slung them over his left shoulder and extended a hand to the grateful princess. After the exchange of a firm handshake Princess Jasmina walked off towards the stretching horizon, her immense breasts bouncing to and fro with each step. Hunter couldn't help but smile as he wiped the feces and vaginal excretions from his hands. It looked like it would be a good day.
The Adventures of Hunter Pegor, Part III
The waning sunlight caressed the horizon delicately, illuminating the rugged mountain terrain in the distance. Hunter Pegor couldn't help but notice as he trudged along that the hills seemed to be rolling on endlessly. He was weary, tired from a long day of marching across the rocky landscape. His feet felt like boulders and he was having difficulty in keeping his legs moving. With a sigh, he decided to stop and make camp for the night.
A Northerly wind was blowing hard and Hunter knew he would have to get a fire going before dusk in order to remain warm. He collected himself and set off in search of fire wood.
It wasn't long before he began hearing muffled noises emanating from the other side of a jagged hill. Hunter climbed diligently to its summit, being careful not to disturb so much as a single pebble.
His eyes widened suddenly as he peered over the top of the rise. A large troll was humping sporadically at the bent over form of what appeared to be an elderly barbarian warrior.
The troll was easily nine feet tall, with a heavy muscular build and a thick yellow hide that covered its immense body from head to toe. Its lower lip was jutting out noticeably and two large tusks extended upwards past it's bulbous nose. The brute's naked form thrust repeatedly at the exposed rectum of the overpowered man, blood exploding from the elder's anus with each jarring movement of his attacker's pelvis.
Hunter readied his longbow, notched a magical arrow and took aim at the troll. A loud twang sounded and was closely followed by dreadful screams as the arrow pierced the exposed part of the brute's immense phallus.
Hunter reached into his satchel and pulled out a vial containing a strange black liquid. As he ran towards the ghastly scene, he uncorked the vial and drank its pungent contents. He immediately began to shrink and by the time he neared the barbarian he was very tiny indeed. He jumped at the troll's bleeding penis, continuing to shrink at an exceedingly rapid rate. His timing and aim perfect, Hunter rolled into the urethra of the injured troll who was now thrashing about frantically in agony. He crawled down the narrow opening and emerged into a large cavern that was home to an odorous pool of what had to be urine.
"The bladder," Hunter exclaimed as he unsheathed his hefty broadsword. He got to work right away, slashing viciously through the walls of the troll's bladder and continuing on with his deadly attack through it's sizeable belly. His cuts were deep and garish, and the troll began to roll about on the cold ground in desperation, clutching at his bleeding organs. Hunter began to feel the potion wearing off and so made his was through the brute's colon. As he neared the rectum, he exploded into his former self, demolishing the pitiful troll's sphincter in the process.
With the troll lying lifeless and bloody in a heap of flesh, the elderly barbarian wiped the tears from his eyes and turned to thank Hunter, who was busy trying to clean the fetid gore from his clothes.
"Thank you, though I don't know how I can carry on living after something like this. It was awful."
Hunter extended a hand to quiet the injured stranger, but stopped himself abruptly when a band of roughly twenty young naked barbarian women emerged from the opposite side of the rocky hill. They were giggling almost uncontrollably, flicking playfully at their round, supple nipples and soft clitorises.
"I think you're going to be alright," Hunter said as he directed the barbarian man towards the throng of nubile lustful women. "We'll get through this together."
The Adventures of Hunter Pegor, Part IV
Hunter stood at the edge of a yawning chasm. As he stared into the dark abyss a sudden feeling of dread washed over him. He had been alone for some time now and craved companionship, yet he had no idea how to even begin going about resolving this particular dilemma. He was normally a very adept problem solver and was more than a little frustrated that these feelings had destroyed his usually steadfast resolve so completely. These emotions weren't characteristic of your typical warrior, he thought. This was how the ugly must feel.
As Hunter pondered the intricacies of human nature, a low rumbling could be heard emanating from the depths of the chasm.
"Is anyone there?" Hunter belowed.
"No, nobody at all," came the shrill reply.
"That hardly makes sense you understand. Somebody MUST have said that."
"You'd think so, but there's nobody down here that could have possibly said any such thing."
Hunter pulled a long thin rope from his satchel and tied it snuggly around a nearby boulder. He tossed the rope over the edge of the cliff and began making his way down - down towards the voice that belonged to nobody at all. It was slow going at first, though it wasn't long before Hunter got the hang of things and was soon descending at a brisk, steady pace.
Upon reaching the floor of the chasm, he noticed the opening to a large, dark cavern. Hunter removed a torch from his bag and lit it with a small piece of flint. With his path clearly illuminated before him, he carefully made his way down the long corridor.
The cave was really nothing more than a long and rocky hallway, with no adjoining passages that merited any further exploration.
He increased his pace, anxious to discover the owner of the mysterious voice.
Hunter stopped abruptly when the corridor opened into an immense room and his jaw dropped in astonishment.
Thousands of naked dwarves were scattered all about the floor and ceiling of the cavernous room, sucking contentedly at the stalactites and stalagmites. Only they weren't stalactites and stalagmites at all. Rather, they were large breasts with huge, supple nipples. The dwarves were much too occupied to even notice Hunter Pegor's presence, making loud sucking noises and groaning in ecstacy.
Hunter glanced towards the center of the room and saw a female pixie fluttering about in a small wire cage. He ran in a crouch towards the tiny creature, making a special effort to be as stealthy as humanly possible. Beside the delicate prison was a large sign that read, "This cage is home to the notorious Nympho Pixie."
"You wouldn't by any chance want to get me out of here would you?" asked the pixie.
Upon hearing her speak, Hunter knew that this was the owner of the mysterious voice he had heard.
"If it isn't your wish to be here, then I will do what I can to free you."
Suddenly, one of the dwarves stopped his voracious suckling, pointed directly at Hunter and the pixie, and began shrieking wildly. The other dwarves similarly ceased their feeding frenzy and began making their way towards the two strangers, angry looks etched across their withered faces.
Hunter quickly notched a magical arrow in his longbow and fired at a nearby dwarf who was still more than a little preoccupied with a gigantic tit. The arrow sliced through the dwarf's anus, burst through its reproductive organs and emerged from the end of its erect phallus. Before the now horribly disfigured dwarf could cry out, the arrow pierced the breast it had been sucking on and a sea of milk spilled forth.
Hunter shoved the pixie into his satchel and firmly grabbed onto the nipple of one of the huge breasts. Milk cascaded down around him, washing away the army of naked dwarves. The tidal wave of milk and small, flailing limbs emptied into the corridor Hunter had come in through, leaving him along with the nymphomaniacal pixie.
"My name is Nymphette," the pixie said. "Thank you ever so much for rescuing me."
"I'm just glad I was able to help," Hunter replied as she unbuckled his belt and his trousers fell to the floor.
As her tiny clenched fist penetrated repeatedly into his urethra, Hunter Pegor rested both hands on his hips and whispered, "I love making new friends."
http://www.elitefitness.com/forum/showthread.php?t=257085&highlight=hunter
http://www.elitefitness.com/forum/showthread.php?t=257409&highlight=hunter
http://www.elitefitness.com/forum/showthread.php?t=257700&highlight=hunter
http://www.elitefitness.com/forum/showthread.php?t=260706&highlight=hunter
A Stirring Tale of Adventure and Mayhem, by Nathan
It was a dark night. Hunter Pegor stumbled lazily through the thick foliage of the surrounding forest.
"Where the fuck did the Sun go?" he asked of no one in particular.
Hunter was a large man. He had thick, broad shoulders and strong arms to match them. Curly locks of dirty blonde hair cascaded down past his forehead, licking delicately at his handsome nose and full lips. Hunter was not the type of man to be caught unprepared in any situation. He carried a long broadsword strapped to his back and was by no means a novice in the proper use of such a powerful weapon.
Suddenly, a tall, slender man stepped out from beneath the cloak of darkness. He kept to the shadows but revealed himself just enough to make his presence known. Hunter turned and in one fluid motion drew his sword.
"Can I help you?" Hunter enquired.
The stranger shifted his gaze slightly to acknowledge the heavy weapon in the large man's hands. The sudden movement revealed two pointy ears poking through his thick mane of jet black hair. An elf, Hunter thought.
"What do you want?" Hunter asked again as he sheathed his mighty sword.
"Nothing, really. I heard you while taking a walk through the woods. I was just curious at to what you were doing in so lonely a place at this hour."
The elf then reached into a brown satchel he carried at his side and drew forth a white rabbit. He began poking playfully at the rabbit's genitals while rubbing himself ferociously. "You can piss all over my rabbit if you like," he said.
Hunter quickly revealed his immense phallus while muttering the words to a spell under his breath. As he pulled his foreskin back, the head of his penis began to emit a bright white light. The elf realed backwards, blinded by the overpowering light and clutching at his eyes wildly in anguish. Hunter didn't waste an instant. He drew his broadsword and prepared himself to deal a mighty blow. With a grunt, he unleashed the full force of his muscular arms, cleaving the elf in half.
The right side of the dead elf's body slowly separated from the left and fell to the ground with a loud thump. Hunter wiped the gore from his blade with the elf's tunic. As he turned to leave he noticed a slightly obese, stark naked gnome sodomizing the elf's white rabbit from behind. With a smile on his blood-smeared face, Hunter turned and walked into the night. As he escaped into the darkness he heard the muffled cries of joy emanating from the lips of the portly gnome.
The Adventures of Hunter Pegor, Part II
Waves of heat emanated from the glaring sun, making it difficult for Hunter Pegor to see through the humid haze looming before him. He was sweating profusely, his damp shirt clinging to his muscular body. He stood alone in an open field, wondering to himself where he might find a hearty meal so early in the morning.
Suddenly, a loud scream erupted from behind him. Hunter turned to see a young woman running towards him, her ample bosom heaving with each stride. As she drew closer, he could see her taught, erect nipples protruding from her white tunic.
"What seems to be the trouble?" he asked.
"My name is Princess Jasmina. I'm being chased by thieves. Please help me."
Hunter shifted his gaze slightly and could see two obese men running towards them. They were running side by side, and appeared to be holding each other's phalluses in their palms. One man withdrew his hand from his partner's stiff member and licked from his fingertips what appeared to be a generous portion of smegma.
Hunter reacted quickly. He removed his pants, lowered his anus to the ground and unloaded a huge 50 pound steamer on the dry grass below.
"Quickly," he said, "grab a handful of my feces and get ready. You'd better take off that restrictive tunic if you want to do any damage."
Princess Jasmina did as she was told and freed her immense breasts from the confines of her cumbersome shirt.
As the pair of thieves drew closer, Hunter and Jasmina began pelting them with an unrelenting barrage of feces. Dazed, the two strangers fell to the ground, clutching wildly at their faces and each other's crotches. Hunter spoke the words to an incantation and the excrement turned immediately into a highly corrosive acid. Smoke began billowing up from the thieves' faces as the acid ate away at their exposed flesh. The skin around their eyes began to bubble and churn, blood oozing from the gaping wounds.
It was some time later before the sobbing ceased and the two men rose from the hard ground. Angry and beaten from the defeat, they turned and ran off into the distant foliage, smacking playfully at each other's behinds and shouting crude remarks at one another.
Jasmina threw the remaining feces in her hand to the ground.
"I owe you my life," she said after a brief pause.
The princess pulled her skirt up over her head, revealing the largest vagina Hunter had ever seen.
"Reach inside."
Happy to ablige, Hunter reached into her gigantic twat and pawed around inside for what seemed to the princess to be a very long time. Finally, he pulled both arms free, holding in his clenched fists a quiver full of arrows and an elaborate longbow.
"What's this?" he quietly enquired.
"Those are magical arrows. They will always strike the crotch of your opponent, no matter how terrible your aim."
After a long and careful inspection of his new weapons, Hunter slung them over his left shoulder and extended a hand to the grateful princess. After the exchange of a firm handshake Princess Jasmina walked off towards the stretching horizon, her immense breasts bouncing to and fro with each step. Hunter couldn't help but smile as he wiped the feces and vaginal excretions from his hands. It looked like it would be a good day.
The Adventures of Hunter Pegor, Part III
The waning sunlight caressed the horizon delicately, illuminating the rugged mountain terrain in the distance. Hunter Pegor couldn't help but notice as he trudged along that the hills seemed to be rolling on endlessly. He was weary, tired from a long day of marching across the rocky landscape. His feet felt like boulders and he was having difficulty in keeping his legs moving. With a sigh, he decided to stop and make camp for the night.
A Northerly wind was blowing hard and Hunter knew he would have to get a fire going before dusk in order to remain warm. He collected himself and set off in search of fire wood.
It wasn't long before he began hearing muffled noises emanating from the other side of a jagged hill. Hunter climbed diligently to its summit, being careful not to disturb so much as a single pebble.
His eyes widened suddenly as he peered over the top of the rise. A large troll was humping sporadically at the bent over form of what appeared to be an elderly barbarian warrior.
The troll was easily nine feet tall, with a heavy muscular build and a thick yellow hide that covered its immense body from head to toe. Its lower lip was jutting out noticeably and two large tusks extended upwards past it's bulbous nose. The brute's naked form thrust repeatedly at the exposed rectum of the overpowered man, blood exploding from the elder's anus with each jarring movement of his attacker's pelvis.
Hunter readied his longbow, notched a magical arrow and took aim at the troll. A loud twang sounded and was closely followed by dreadful screams as the arrow pierced the exposed part of the brute's immense phallus.
Hunter reached into his satchel and pulled out a vial containing a strange black liquid. As he ran towards the ghastly scene, he uncorked the vial and drank its pungent contents. He immediately began to shrink and by the time he neared the barbarian he was very tiny indeed. He jumped at the troll's bleeding penis, continuing to shrink at an exceedingly rapid rate. His timing and aim perfect, Hunter rolled into the urethra of the injured troll who was now thrashing about frantically in agony. He crawled down the narrow opening and emerged into a large cavern that was home to an odorous pool of what had to be urine.
"The bladder," Hunter exclaimed as he unsheathed his hefty broadsword. He got to work right away, slashing viciously through the walls of the troll's bladder and continuing on with his deadly attack through it's sizeable belly. His cuts were deep and garish, and the troll began to roll about on the cold ground in desperation, clutching at his bleeding organs. Hunter began to feel the potion wearing off and so made his was through the brute's colon. As he neared the rectum, he exploded into his former self, demolishing the pitiful troll's sphincter in the process.
With the troll lying lifeless and bloody in a heap of flesh, the elderly barbarian wiped the tears from his eyes and turned to thank Hunter, who was busy trying to clean the fetid gore from his clothes.
"Thank you, though I don't know how I can carry on living after something like this. It was awful."
Hunter extended a hand to quiet the injured stranger, but stopped himself abruptly when a band of roughly twenty young naked barbarian women emerged from the opposite side of the rocky hill. They were giggling almost uncontrollably, flicking playfully at their round, supple nipples and soft clitorises.
"I think you're going to be alright," Hunter said as he directed the barbarian man towards the throng of nubile lustful women. "We'll get through this together."
The Adventures of Hunter Pegor, Part IV
Hunter stood at the edge of a yawning chasm. As he stared into the dark abyss a sudden feeling of dread washed over him. He had been alone for some time now and craved companionship, yet he had no idea how to even begin going about resolving this particular dilemma. He was normally a very adept problem solver and was more than a little frustrated that these feelings had destroyed his usually steadfast resolve so completely. These emotions weren't characteristic of your typical warrior, he thought. This was how the ugly must feel.
As Hunter pondered the intricacies of human nature, a low rumbling could be heard emanating from the depths of the chasm.
"Is anyone there?" Hunter belowed.
"No, nobody at all," came the shrill reply.
"That hardly makes sense you understand. Somebody MUST have said that."
"You'd think so, but there's nobody down here that could have possibly said any such thing."
Hunter pulled a long thin rope from his satchel and tied it snuggly around a nearby boulder. He tossed the rope over the edge of the cliff and began making his way down - down towards the voice that belonged to nobody at all. It was slow going at first, though it wasn't long before Hunter got the hang of things and was soon descending at a brisk, steady pace.
Upon reaching the floor of the chasm, he noticed the opening to a large, dark cavern. Hunter removed a torch from his bag and lit it with a small piece of flint. With his path clearly illuminated before him, he carefully made his way down the long corridor.
The cave was really nothing more than a long and rocky hallway, with no adjoining passages that merited any further exploration.
He increased his pace, anxious to discover the owner of the mysterious voice.
Hunter stopped abruptly when the corridor opened into an immense room and his jaw dropped in astonishment.
Thousands of naked dwarves were scattered all about the floor and ceiling of the cavernous room, sucking contentedly at the stalactites and stalagmites. Only they weren't stalactites and stalagmites at all. Rather, they were large breasts with huge, supple nipples. The dwarves were much too occupied to even notice Hunter Pegor's presence, making loud sucking noises and groaning in ecstacy.
Hunter glanced towards the center of the room and saw a female pixie fluttering about in a small wire cage. He ran in a crouch towards the tiny creature, making a special effort to be as stealthy as humanly possible. Beside the delicate prison was a large sign that read, "This cage is home to the notorious Nympho Pixie."
"You wouldn't by any chance want to get me out of here would you?" asked the pixie.
Upon hearing her speak, Hunter knew that this was the owner of the mysterious voice he had heard.
"If it isn't your wish to be here, then I will do what I can to free you."
Suddenly, one of the dwarves stopped his voracious suckling, pointed directly at Hunter and the pixie, and began shrieking wildly. The other dwarves similarly ceased their feeding frenzy and began making their way towards the two strangers, angry looks etched across their withered faces.
Hunter quickly notched a magical arrow in his longbow and fired at a nearby dwarf who was still more than a little preoccupied with a gigantic tit. The arrow sliced through the dwarf's anus, burst through its reproductive organs and emerged from the end of its erect phallus. Before the now horribly disfigured dwarf could cry out, the arrow pierced the breast it had been sucking on and a sea of milk spilled forth.
Hunter shoved the pixie into his satchel and firmly grabbed onto the nipple of one of the huge breasts. Milk cascaded down around him, washing away the army of naked dwarves. The tidal wave of milk and small, flailing limbs emptied into the corridor Hunter had come in through, leaving him along with the nymphomaniacal pixie.
"My name is Nymphette," the pixie said. "Thank you ever so much for rescuing me."
"I'm just glad I was able to help," Hunter replied as she unbuckled his belt and his trousers fell to the floor.
As her tiny clenched fist penetrated repeatedly into his urethra, Hunter Pegor rested both hands on his hips and whispered, "I love making new friends."
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