It's been a while, hasn't it?

I've had this on my plate for months, writing and re-writing it until things clicked and came together. My most sincere apologies to  xandirthelucario for making you wait so long for this story. You have the patience of a saint.

This is a sequel to another story I wrote for him a while back: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11405766/ featuring the same characters as before. Hopefully it's just as good, if not better!

Xandir belongs to  xandirthelucario, Selene belongs to  gil


Edit: The limited description cuts the story off at the three quarters mark. I strongly recommend downloading it instead of reading it in the description.

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Selene sat on the floor of her scantly furnished room, deep in meditation as the cool, dry air of the early autumn evening drift through the renamon’s open window. The gentle breeze caressed the pink fur on her back while she remained seated in quiet contemplation, motionless as the hours passed her by. Her shallow breathing filled the long bouts of silence, at times broken by the scratching of her claws against the wooden floor. As darkness drew near a fit of growling slipped through her bared fangs. Her fingers began to fidget, brushing up against one another as they scratched at the skin and fur of her thighs, attempting to distract her from her intrusive thoughts. The digimon’s concentration deteriorated as the sounds of her muffled grunts and shuddering limbs touching and tugging at one another filled her room.

Her mind was plagued by a familiar and intoxicating sensation that grew and festered within her, welling up as a smoldering fire that burned in her chest without end. Ever since that night, she felt its alluring influence seeping through her veins, seeking release however it could. The comfort balance and emptiness had once brought her had been replaced with a longing – a desire that gnawed at her every thought and motion. She began to recall the first time she gave in to this temptation: the night she went out with Xandir. She remembered the instant she lashed out at him, how her temper flared, how that spark within her ignited and grew into a wildfire. It was at that moment, she remembered, when that unfamiliar power took hold and pushed her body beyond its limits.

The renamon smiled and licked her lips while she mulled over the events of that evening. Her clawed toes dug into the floorboards, scraping against the smooth wood as one thought after another quickly piled upon each other. He was a sweet lucario, but he should have known better. He shouldn’t have made her mad. He should have told her what she wanted. Yet his refusal was all it took to awaken her power; the power to beat him, to utterly humiliate him at his own game. Ever since, that one word had consumed her entirely and left her hungry. But within that hunger, she felt a craving, building lust that grew and spread through every fiber of her being, granting her power she had never dreamed of: a power beyond digivolution – pure, unrestrained and without limit. The vixen’s mouth hung open as she breathed deeply and regained control of her fidgeting limbs. Her thoughts sharpened as they focused on the object of her ire, building a mental image of the frightened lucario in her mind. She loved the look of horror that spread across his face when she towered far above him and engulfed his impressive stature within her growing shadow. For the first time, she had become more powerful than him. He couldn’t do a thing to stop her and she loved every moment of it. Her jaws then shut tight and broke into a gleeful, toothy grin. He was just a toy, a plaything to be used and abused as it suited her whims. But why stop with him? She had a taste of power and craved even more of it. Everyone in this pitiful city needed to be beneath her feet, begging and screaming for her mercy, pleading in vain for her to spare their miserable lives and whatever was left of their wrecked husk of a city. Selene’s fingers stroked the pink fur of her quivering thighs, idly tracing over the purple markings on her legs as her imagination ran rampant, toying with the idea of domination. Her heart pounded even faster, each beat quickening to match her rapid breathing, building in momentum until something in her snapped.

A sharp pang shot through Selene’s torso and jolted her back into reality. The renamon’s eyes snapped open as the pain tore through her chest, causing her to gasp for air and clutch her breast with a trembling hand. Her upper body grew warmer with each short breath she took in until her nose, throat and mouth burned with irritation. Her nostrils flared as she fell to the floor on all fours, doubled over in agony as her overwhelmed senses tried to make sense of what was happening. Her limbs felt like heavy lead pinning her to the ground as she attempted to fight though the pain and stand up. The muscles in her arms and legs burned during her upward struggle, pushing them to their limits as she made it to one knee before buckling and slumping onto the floor. The more she struggled, the greater the sensation became as the burning poured into her extremities and seeped through her trembling body. With a pained grunt, she turned her head to the side and her eyes bulged at what they glimpsed.

Selene saw the muscles in her arm and shoulder shuddering, twitching beneath her fur and firm skin. The very sight of it caused her to look away in panic and shut her eyes while her teeth clenched at the burning sensation moving through her arms. She felt each of them becoming heavier and denser as the bones in her forearms thickened and each muscle, sinew and tendon grew and built upon one another. Her upper arms throbbed as they visibly expanded and sculpted her shoulders, biceps and triceps, each becoming larger, fuller and thicker by the minute. Selene bit down hard on her lip as the agonizing pain flowed through her. She felt her insides shifting, changing and widening, making space for her soon-to-be added bulk. It crept lower and burned her torso as it trickled through her swelling form, touching the abdominals beneath the creamy yellow fur of her belly. They pushed against her skin and grew more pronounced, visibly showing from underneath her fur as they throbbed with engorgement. Nothing was spared from empowerment as the searing sensation pushed ever lower into her thighs, buttocks and calves, bloating up each leg with rippling, rock-hard muscle. Through all the pain she had endured to reach this point and how much she had left to go, she wanted it to end. For the first time in a long time, she was afraid.

Why? Wasn’t this what she wanted all along? This untapped potential? This endless power? The one thing she desired was now hers, force-feeding itself into every throbbing muscle and fiber of her being, yet all she could do was pitifully groan in agony. No matter how much she cursed through the pain, or begged and pleaded for it to end, her body would not obey. Her engorged muscles bulged and continued to swell, feasting upon the seemingly limitless energy something within her was pouring into them. Why wouldn’t they stop growing?

Selene’s heavy hand clawed at the floor, mustering the will to raise itself from off the ground. With all of her might, she lifted her palm into the air with a loud groan and placed it upon her throbbing shoulder. Her fingers pressed themselves against the engorged mass of flesh, causing a mixture of spittle and blood from her wounded lip to fall from her open mouth. The simple act of touching her limb coaxed pleasure from the back of her mind, creating a euphoric cocktail of lust and adrenaline that threated to strip away what little control she retained.

“Don’t fight it,” she swore she heard herself mutter in the midst of her delirium. “Let it shape me, sculpt me, let it turn me into what I truly want.”

Selene groaned and shook her head violently. “No. This isn’t what I wanted. Not like this!” With the remaining shreds of her lucidity, the digimon pressed her claws against her skin and punctured her shoulder.

Her cry pierced the room as the ample musculature of her body convulsed with the shock from the wound. The pain caused them to slow their growth for a moment, as if unsure of what to do next. Then seconds later they attempted to expand even faster, undaunted by the added pain it caused her. Soon they slowed yet again, now conflicted by the mixed sensations brought upon them by their growing and the claws sinking into them. Desperate to hold onto the power now slipping from them, the fibers of her injured shoulder forced themselves to mend the gash, heedless of the nails that still stuck in it. Spasms began to wrack her form as the sensation lost its grip over the renamon’s body, now unable to compete with the agony she inflicted upon herself. With little fanfare, the flames within her died. Her blood-stained claw pulled itself from her quivering arm, and as quickly as it grew, her muscular form began to recede.

Selene dragged herself across the floor with her uninjured arm, pulling herself in the direction of her bed. Her muscular from deteriorated and sapped her strength as she deflated to her original size, leaving her too weak to pull herself up onto the mattress. Unable to carry itself any further, the renamon’s body slumped against the side of the bed. Her head throbbed as she gasped for air, her mind still racing with everything that had happened. An endless torrent questions bombarding her fatigued brain, but she was in no condition to answer them. Even if she were, she wouldn’t know what to do anyway. All she could do was huddle against the covers and bury her face into her hands.

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Xandir ran for his life. His legs pumped with desperation, carrying him through the city streets as he struggled to keep up with the countless throngs of fleeing citizens surrounding him. The sheer terror on each of their frightened faces was palpable as he turned his head upwards and glanced at the rows of broken, crumbling buildings lining the sides of the road. The black sky was alight with flame shooting from the damaged structures far above their heads. Then it happened once more. That terrible howl filled the air and sunk into the depths of the earth, jolting everything it touched. The wrecked buildings shuttered and swayed dangerously from the force of the tremors, dislodging debris that rained down upon the panicked crowd. Shattered glass and concrete rubble fell from the sky, threatening to smash against the heads of the people as gouts of smoke and fire drove them apart, scattering them every which way. Xandir pushed himself to run and flee with the rest of them, but his fatigued body couldn’t carry him any further. Exhausted, the lucario slumped to the ground on his hands and knees and bent down to catch his breath. From far off into the distance, beyond the smoke and fire, he heard a familiar voice and the deafening bellow of his name.

For an instant, time had stopped. The piercing screams of fear from untold mouths, the stamping and stomping of countless feet against the broken pavement and the groaning of warped metal and collapsing structures were mute compared to her wrathful roar. Why did he have to make her mad? Why did he have to deny her? This senseless destruction could have been prevented had he just given in to her whims. But it was too late now; far too late for her forgiveness or mercy. She was coming.

He couldn’t see her yet, but even from his location he could hear the loud crunching and grinding soil and asphalt beneath her heavy paws as the Earth itself seemed to give way to her rage. The deafening boom of her purposeful stride headed towards the frightened lucario’s direction, growing in intensity as she neared. When he finally mustered the courage, he glanced up, looking to the billowing plumes of black smoke rising high into the night sky. He narrowed his eyes and focused, gazing at the tall, swaying tower where the smoke poured from. Her crushing footsteps came to a halt near him as his eyes pulled away from the structure and darted about furiously, hoping to spot her before she could see him.

Silence hung in the air, filling the wary lucario with dread. He warily gazed upon the monstrous silhouette, whose wide and imposing shape seemed to flicker in and out of existence as the smoke and fires beneath it filled the sky. Far above, he glanced at her head as it gradually turned from the left to the right, only to pause for a brief moment when it looked in his direction. Xandir held his breath and became still, hoping to draw attention away from himself. Her breathing deepened, causing him to tense up as the smoke around her mouth and nostrils rose and fell with her every breath. Then a low, thunderous growling filled the air, startling him as he tried to hold back a pitiful whimper of his own. The outline took another step closer to the tower. His ears could hear the crumbling debris falling from the trembling tower, leaving him terrified of what she would do next.

Seconds later, an enormous hand lashed out from the thick haze and grasped the top of the skyscraper. Its grip tightened around the upper section of the structure, warping and twisting countless tons of metal beneath its broad fingers, leaving Xandir in awe as the building convulsed with her relentless assault. Then the rest of her imposing from emerged from the smoke, striding confidently into the open, allowing the entire city to gaze upon the enraged digimon that caused its destruction.

“Where are you, fool?” Selene bellowed as her body brushed against the side of the tower, easily matching the height of the 400-foot structure as she scanned the empty city streets below. The creamy yellow fur of her thick fingers bristled as her fist tightened its grip on the building, bending and breaking steel girders, threatening to snap the tower in two just from the sheer pressure she applied. Her menacing gaze moved from side to side and swept across the wreckage, searching for any traces of the frightened lucario. But despite the obvious danger to him, he couldn’t help but stare at her impressive physique.

Selene’s impressive height wasn’t what caught Xandir’s eye then; it was her incredibly muscular form. He knew the renamon rigorously trained her mind and body daily for hours on end. Despite that, she had always retained a lithe, athletic look with hints of muscle showing beneath her pink and creamy yellow fur. Seeing her now with her with her sudden growth spurt, he could hardly recognize the digimon he knew and loved. Her arms had swollen tremendously, nearing absurd proportions especially in her upper arms where each her biceps and triceps together matched the size of her head. Thick sinewy shoulders and a strong neck connected them to her broad back and chest, all flexing in unison as if on instinct while she breathed. The dense muscles in her pronounced abs and obliques quivered as her arm gave the building a final tug, ripping the top half of the skyscraper clean off before slamming it against the lower portion of the structure. A grin formed on her lips as she raised a broad, densely packed thigh, rippling with muscle into the air above what was left of the building. Her thick leg clenched itself as she smashed it into the ground with such force, enough to cause the ground beneath him to split apart from the impact. He stared in disbelief at the behemoth Selene had become. Was all of that truly within her? Just sleeping? The few thoughts that occupied his mind ceased when he saw her eyes widen the instant she glared directly at him.

Her eyes narrowed to two venomous slits; her lips curled into a wicked smile. The renamon’s pace slowed as she approached Xandir, knowing full well he had no hope of escaping her. Her large paws sunk into the ground one after another, effortlessly crushing the few vehicles and buildings that stood between her and her prey, leaving enormous indented craters in her wake. His body trembled with fear and the force of her footfalls as Selene loomed ever nearer, coming closer and closer to him, blotting out what little light he could see. By the time she reached him, Selene’s legs were all he could see. The lucario craned his neck higher as far back as he could, unable to meet with her menacing gaze.

“There you are,” Selene growled. Her eyes focused on Xandir; the pathetic ant at her feet. She couldn’t help but loose an amused chuckle as she watched him lay on the broken ground before her, no doubt dumbfounded by her incredible transformation.

“Too scared to run? Fine by me.” She placed a hand on her hip and tuned her attention to her other arm as she raised it into the air. She watched her bicep while it quickly rose to attention as her fingers balled into a fist and her forearm pumped, pushing her engorged upper arm outwards. The digimon exhaled with a soft moan as she heard the pull of tendons bringing her muscles to their full form, pleased by the sounds her arm made as she swiveled her wrist.

“You like this?” she asked Xandir, reluctantly pulling her eyes away from her sculpted bicep. “You should.”

Lowering her arm, she turned to face him once more with her head cocked to the side. “I suppose I should thank you, Xan. I didn’t know I had all of this in me, just waiting – begging to be released.” A faint grin crossed her lips before she closed her eyes and tensed every muscle in her body. Far below and helpless before her paws, Xandir looked on with mouth agape as her chiseled form fed upon her power and began to swell even further outwards, feasting upon the pleasurable sensations of her growth. The blue sleeves on her arms and calves tore at the seams, unable to hold back the tide of rippling muscle that threatened to rip the fabric apart. The renamon’s body pushed itself; upwards, outwards, becoming larger, bulkier, heavier, stronger and even more powerful than she had already become. The ground shuddered and cracked beneath her growing mass, unable to support her steadily increasing weight even as she slowed her growth to a halt. She exhaled deeply as saliva dripped from her lips and wet her long tongue that still tingled from the sensation of growth. She spoke softly to him afterwards, her voice holding back little of her growing anger towards him.

“It’s a pity you won’t get to see me develop any further than this,” she said with a shrug. “Too bad. I kind of liked you.”

Without another word she then lifted her muscular leg into the air. The flesh of her strong thigh and calf rippled with her movements while far below, Xandir’s eyes widened, watching the underside of her broad paw rising ever higher above his tiny body. Rubble fell from between her toes as her digits spread themselves apart. Debris pelted the city block like rain, crashing into the ground and striking against the roofs of the smaller buildings below before the larger fragments of the crushed tower plummeted from the sky, hurtling to the ground all around him. Xandir crouched down and braced himself as rubble struck the concrete and shattered, pelting his body with shards of brick and steel. It would have been a mercy by this point to have been ended by a piece of a crushed building or a slab of twisted steel than to witness his own end unfolding before his eyes far above.

Selene’s paw hovered over Xandir’s head, silent and without motion, taunting him, daring him to try and flee one last time. He looked up, defeated, not knowing what else he could have done to save himself. As he gazed at her immense paw, dumbstruck by its awesome size, it fell towards him, faster than he could blink. Before it struck him, he caught a glimpse of her face from between her toes. She was smiling.

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A loud pounding shook Xandir from his sleep, jolting him upwards with a loud gasp. He clutched his chest and breathed deeply as his bloodshot eyes darted around the room. Shaking his head, he muttered a curse under his breath as his hand touched his pulsing temple, throbbing in time with the constant hammering coming from his front door. The lucario winced as his body stirred and pulled itself from bed, shuffling its way to the door at the other end of his room. He put up a lazy hand to block the early morning light that poured through the blinds and struck his eyes as he made way into the living room, grumbling at the now impatient rapping against his door. When he reached the foyer he stood there quietly for a moment and glanced at the handle as it jiggled from side to side.

“Alright, already,” he mumbled.

His right hand firmly grasped the doorknob; the other fumbled with the lock. The knocking ceased as he turned the handle and pulled on the door, throwing it open. He opened his mouth, ready to go off on the person who woke him so early, but the agitation on his face faded and turned to shock when he saw Selene staring at him at the other end.

“I need to speak with you,” she demanded.

Xandir shut his mouth and nodded dumbly. His eyes looked away from her own that glared with intent as they looked him over. His sights quickly shifted to an unkempt tuft of fur on her shoulder, noticing small flecks of red staining her light pink coat. Selene crossed her arms and coughed, sliding a hand upwards to cover the spot. Quickly turning his attention back to her, he spoke up, choosing to keep his observation to himself.

“O-Of course,” he answered with a stammer. “What’s up?”

“You,” she replied without hesitation.

“Wh-?” He cut himself off as his heart beat even faster. “What do you want to know?”

Selene shook her head and averted her gaze before quietly answering. “I can’t tell you. Not here.” Xandir looked at her in confusion, causing her to continue with greater agitation in her voice. “I need you do come with me. Now.”

“Where?” he blurted. He was silent afterwards, embarrassed at himself for pelting her with such inane questions.

“The mountains just outside of the city,” she responded. “It’s were I train when I want to get away from the world.” The renamon sighed and spoke with hesitation. “I shouldn’t require any help with this, but I’ve reached the point where I need it.”

Xandir didn’t know what to say. It was obvious to him that something was bothering her. He knew she was a proud and confident digimon who was never afraid to voice her opinion; it was troubling to him to see her so meek and indirect, unwilling to mention her worries. Perhaps she might along the way.

Pursing his lips together, he nodded. “Alright. Give me a second.”

He entered his home again and grabbed his car keys from a nearby dresser. When he returned, he saw Selene waiting at the bottom of the steps with her back facing him. He was silent as he closed the door behind him and not a word passed between the two while they walked to his car. He cast a quick glance to Selene when he was sure she wasn’t looking, noting her rigid and restrained gait as she moved ahead of him. He was so used to seeing her move with graceful, fluid and limber movements. Even as she sat next to him in the car, he saw her fingers nervously scratching and tugging at the fur of her thighs. Glimpses of his nightmare replayed his mind as he stared at the anxious, fidgeting renamon before him. Now wasn’t a good time to bring it up with her. Xandir shook his head and averted his eyes with a quiet sigh as he started the engine.

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Selene leaned her elbow against the door’s armrest. Her open hand cradled her cheek while her tired eyes peered idly beyond the window, scarcely taking note of the autumn scenery as they drove across a path of gold and crimson leaves. The sparse forests of his neighborhood gave way to larger and larger buildings cropping up in around them. Along with the rising structures and congested roadways, throngs of people crowded the sidewalks on both sides of the car as they drove through downtown. The constant rise and fall of their voices, the squealing of tires and the wailing of car horns took their toll on the renamon’s fatigued mind. She grit her teeth and turned her eyes away from her surroundings to look down at her legs and paws. How she wished she could shut them all up.

Her hands relaxed their grip on her thighs, letting her fingers idle upon them for a bit. They began to knead the tense muscles in her sore legs while she turned her attention back to the people outside of his car. The digimon scowled hatefully at everyone she saw, fixing upon each individual they drove by. What she would give to step out of the car and force the entire block silent, looming over each and every one of those ants. To see the looks of terror on their miserable faces; to watch their necks crane backwards until they snap from gazing upon perfection. Her lips curled into a faint, cruel smile as she began to think. As amusing as it would be to take up more and more of their pitiful city with her wondrous form, what would she do to them first?

The many possibilities ran wild through her head as her lips stifled a fit of quiet laughter. Should she pin the nearest victims beneath a paw and demand the fools to worship her? Force them to lick the disgusting filth of their city streets from off of her pads as punishment? Or be merciful and just grind them into the asphalt beneath the tremendous weight of her rapidly swelling body, if only to set an example to the rest? Perhaps she could take a car, no - a bus, wait, a building. Yes, a skyscraper! Take it and rip it from its foundation like a weed and raise it high into the air for all the city to see. Then her hands can tighten around it, warping and twisting thousands of tons of steel beneath her fingers until it snaps and splits the building in half, popping the top off like a zit! Their precious monument would lie ruined at her feet and her voice alone will shatter their feeble bodies with the howling of her triumph. She should be merciful then – maybe take the survivors as slaves to show the world what would happen if they dare cross her. Oh, how lovely would it feel to raise a foot into the air, gazing upon those pathetic worms as its mere shadow overwhelmed their metropolis. What a rush it would give her as it descended upon them with the force of-!

Selene’s eyes snapped open as the all too familiar warmth took hold. Clutching her burning chest, she gasped for air as the burning sensation began to flow through her body. Xandir took his eyes away from the road for a moment when he heard his passenger growling and fidgeting in her seat, his eyes widening when he saw the muscles on her body shuddering violently. The blaring horns of the incoming cars forced his attention back to the wheel, causing him to wildly swerve back into his own lane as the digimon next to him started to take up more of her seat. He chanced a glance in her direction catching the look of fear in Selene’s eyes as her body steadily grew outwards. Her ears brushed against the roof of his car as her arms and elbows bloated and pressed against his limbs and the passenger side door, threatening to rip apart his vehicle with her sheer size. Before he could raise his voice or a hand to help her, she dug a claw into her bulging thigh and pierced the skin beneath her fur. He recoiled away from her with a yelp when her other hand gripped the dashboard, crumpling the hard plastic in her fist as she bit her lip to hold in a pained scream. The lucario did his best to navigate through the heavy traffic even as the renamon’s agonized grunts and the loud scraping of her claws against his car threatened to take his attention off the road yet again. He pulled over when he found a safe place away from prying eyes and watched as her body convulsed from the pain she brought upon it. Then minutes later, her breathing slowed; her considerable mass deflated with her labored breaths as she pulled a trembling hand from her wound. Xandir winced as he looked down to her bloodied thigh and examined the wound, but when he looked closer, he blinked rapidly. The flesh where the wound lay began to mend itself before his eyes, closing within moments of him noticing.

“How do you do it?” Selene whispered wearily, forcing Xandir’s eyes to pull away from her leg. “How do you grow and not go insane?”

He was silent for a while before finally answering. “I guess I just got it out of my system.” He bit his lower lip as an awkward silence filled the air between them. He then started the car and continued their journey.

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The lucario’s heavy paw pressed down on the brake pedal and brought the car to a halt after its long, bumpy trek along the rocky mountain road. He paused, listening to the car idle while he looked outside and watched the wispy grey clouds drift through the branches of the trees above them. He then cut the engine and turned to Selene.

“I’ve always been able to change my size for as long as I can remember,” he began, stumbling his way through an apology as his fingers fussed with the fur on the back of his head. “And I, uh, forgot that our last meeting was the first time you ever grew, so I didn’t realize that you never had time to get used to it like I did. Sorry.”

Selene quietly removed her seatbelt and positioned her body to face his.

His hand gripped the steering wheel as he gathered his thoughts. “I guess I should tell you a little more about it then,” he said. “You want to hear about my experience with it?”

She nodded and gave him a weak, appreciative smile before he spoke.

“I was just a little riolu when I first realized I had the ability to grow.” Xandir shrugged with a bashful smile on his face. “It was only a little bit at first; maybe only an inch or two at a time. It was nowhere near as good as your first time. I gotta admit, you’re way better than I ever was when I got started. Anyways, I messed around with it at first, adding a couple of inches to my height every once in a while just to try it out. But then I thought to myself, ‘Why not add a foot?’ Then I did. Then I just kept going and going, adding more and more to myself while I learned how to control and maintain my growth. As I got older, I just kept some extra height for a while and walked around as a ten foot lucario for kicks.”

Selene interjected. “What did you hope to gain from that?”

Xandir’s cheeks blushed beneath the gray and black fur on his face. “I liked the attention,” he answered quietly. “I loved seeing everyone’s reactions as I walked past them; how their eyes would be glued to me. Nobody ever really noticed me before, so I thought it was a good way to get people to look at me.”

He pursed his lips and looked away from her from a moment, becoming more uncomfortable as he spoke. “But after a while, there was this voice in my head that wouldn’t go away. It kept bugging me, telling me things like, ‘You deserve more than they ever will.’ ‘They’re just ants crawling at your feet.’ ‘Why not crush a couple? Show them where they belong?’ “
The renamon cast her eyes downward as she heard him say each statement. “Like me,” she muttered under her breath.

Xandir nodded. “The more I started thinking about it, the more I began to agree with it. Whenever that happened, my body started to grow, far more than I could ever push it on my own. It felt like I fed on that urge, like I really wanted it all along. But I got better at tuning that voice out as I got older. As fun as it would be to cut loose and crush a city or two for the hell of it, I know that part of my head doesn’t control me. And I don’t think it ever will.” He shot a grin her way, adding, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t give into my urges once in a while. In small doses, of course.”

He then took off his seatbelt and edged closer to her, placing his hand on top of hers. “I ha-, I mean... We have something very few people on this planet probably have. If we really wanted to, you and I could easily destroy anything in a matter of moments.” He continued, blushing brightly as he spoke. “A-And with how you handled yourself last time. Just imagine what your potential could be if you could control your growth like I can. O-Of course, I’m not saying we should do that, but you know what I’m getting at, right?”

Without warning, Selene pulled her hand away from Xandir and left the car without a word. His face went blank with worry as he got out of the vehicle and watched her head towards the nearby clearing, prompting the lucario to run after her.

“I see,” she said aloud to herself when Xandir caught up to her. “You had your reasons and I have my own. And my solution is very different than yours.”

Xandir blinked. “Wh- What do you mean?”

Selene’s paws dug into the dirt as she quickly turned to face him. The posture of her legs widened and dipped low as she raised her hands and assumed a fighting stance, taking him by surprise. The fierceness of her eyes, furrowed brow and bristling fur forced him to take a cautious step back, wary of the intensity he had never seen in her before.

“You said it yourself,” she growled. “If I can learn to control this, then my potential could be great. Perhaps greater than yours.”

The lucario raised his hands and gulped as his voce took on a worried tone. “C-Can’t we talk about this? Is this the only way?”

She shook her head impatiently. “I’m not one for words, Xan. Ignoring it may have worked for you, but that isn’t going to quiet what’s awoken inside of me. If it’s anything at all like me, then it must be tamed the only way I know how.”

Xandir grit his teeth in frustration. He should have known better than to try and talk down the determined digimon. There was nothing he could have done to convince her otherwise. He stared at her for a moment, observing the tense and coiled stance of her arms and legs, poised and ready to strike him at any second. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and brought his fists before his face, bracing himself for the inevitable.

The renamon smiled at his simple display of bravery. “Good. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. Just think of this as a second date if you really must. Though to be honest, I was doing to do this to you sooner or later. Might as well get it out of the way, hm?”

Just as he opened his eyes, Selene vanished, leaving thin wisps of dust where she stood. Xandir lowered his guard as his eyes widened and darted about, trying desperately to pinpoint her location. His ears perked up seconds later, picking up a noise rapidly closing in from behind. He turned his head and out the corner of his vision, a blurry trail of air cut across the leaf covered ground, throwing the multi-colored foliage into the air all around him. In confusion he raised his hands to knock away the brittle leaves from his face when he heard the rushing air approaching him from the rear yet again. Before he could turn to meet it head on, a blur of pink circled around towards his backside, forcing him to pivot in place and defend himself. But a sharp, stinging blow to his side brought him to a halt. Then another strike to the back sent him off-balance, stumbling and tripping over his own paws as he tried to stand upright; only to fall to the pain that throbbed from the impact. The lucario fell face first into the dirt, clenching his teeth through the stinging in his lower back. He had forgotten how much blows like that could hurt without the added bulk to absorb them. Xandir’s ears twitched when he heard Selene’s footsteps approaching him at a leisurely pace. He turned his head to meet hers, only to be met with her disapproving scowl.

“The least you can do is stay on your feet when I hit you,” she chided.

“How can I do that if I can’t even see you?” he replied with a groan as he stood back up.

Selene closed her eyes and sighed. “Then I guess we should lay down some ground rules while we’re at it.”

“Fine by me,” he answered. “You could use the handicap.”

The renamon placed her hands on her hips, staring at Xandir as she stepped closer to him. “We’ll keep it simple; I’ll hold back, but you can grow whenever and however you want. But when you grow, then I can as well. Got it?”

Xandir grinned. How could he lose with conditions like those? “If that’s really what you want, then I won’t object.”

Selene smiled and slipped a hand around his waist as she brushed up against the left side of his body. The fingers of her fingers groped his strong stomach, causing him to blush as they touched the thick layer of muscle beneath his grey fur. “I know how much you like that kind of thing. Besides…,” That was all he heard from her when he felt something strike the heel of his left foot, kicking it from beneath him.

The world began to spin as he felt himself falling backwards onto the arm gripping his waist. Her claws dug into the fur and flesh of his side, bracing the lucario as her other hand reached up and gripped his flailing arm, leaving him helpless and in her control. The digimon shuffled her paws and crouched down, taking him with her as the muscles in her legs tensed from the added weight. Then with one swift motion she lifted him up and over her body, hurling him into the earth with a solid thud. Xandir was in a daze, stunned and flat on his back as she playfully twisted his arm. Selene came closer and touched her paw against his snout, turning it to the side as the dirty pads of her foot came to a rest on his cheek.
The renamon leaned down and winked. “…You’ll need all the help you can get.”

Xandir growled and gripped Selene’s ankle, shoving her paw from off of his face. Her leg put up little resistance as he knocked it aside and scrambled to his feet, earning an amused chuckle from the digimon as she returned to her fighting stance. The lucario clenched his fists and charged the waiting renamon, unleashing a fearsome roar as he swung his right arm back for a powerful hook. Selene stood her ground, only to shift her weight and sidestep the blow at the last moment, catching his fist in mid-flight with her own open hand. She closed the gap and thrust her knee into his stomach with a sickening thud, knocking the wind from his lungs as his body doubled over. Knocking his hand aside, she planted her paws into the dirt and delivered a second blow to his gut with a quick thrust of her fist, sending Xandir to the dirt a third time. Selene popped her knuckles and glared at the winded lucario as he lay on the ground.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she said with growing frustration in her tone. “I hope all that power you got inside of you isn’t just for show.”

Xandir shook his head as he got on one knee and stood up, wobbling a bit while he caught his breath. “I won’t disappoint you. I’m just getting warmed up.”

He crouched down and concentrated, grunting loudly as his body convulsed with the energies building within him. His form began to thicken and swell with its added bulk, growing denser as his arms and pectorals expanded at an even faster rate than the rest of his body, becoming wide slabs of thick, engorged flesh. The lucario stared at Selene as he breathed deeply and lifted his arms into the air, balling his fingers into tight fists. The ground started to give beneath his girth, sinking his feet into the dirt as he hunched down and tensed his legs, readied himself for an attack of his own. Then, with an explosive leap he propelled himself toward the digimon, shattering the earth beneath where he once stood.

His fists unleashed a flurry of powerful swings as he closed in on his opponent, hoping to score a decisive blow on the evasive Selene who dodged his incoming punches with ease. Her agile body danced around his approaching blows with grace, leaping and bounding about before his eyes, making him at grit his teeth with irritation at his failed assault. He bent down and opened his hands to deliver wide sweeping strikes with his thick arms, pushing Selene back towards the line of trees behind her.

Running out of room to maneuver she pressed her back against the nearest tree. Her mind raced as Xandir quickly advanced, raising a fist into the air while she sought an exit. She looked up and leapt into the air, grabbing hold of the trunk the moment his hand came down and smashed into the lower section of the tree. Chunks of wood flew from the gash his fist created, nearly splitting the tree apart as it tipped backwards and began to fall. The renamon jumped into the air away from the tree as it crashed into the ground, vaulting over his head as she flew. Her eyes widened when she looked down and felt Xandir’s heavy hand twisting around her body, taking hold of her waist and arms as it plucked her from the air and sent her crashing to the ground. Thrashing about in his grasp, Selene winced when she felt his fingers tightening around her body as he raised her above his head. In desperation her left leg lashed out and struck his chest, only for it to bounce harmlessly off of his dense pectorals, earning a chuckle from the amused lucario.

“Was that supposed to hurt?” he replied as his arms lifted her even higher, preparing to slam her into the ground again.

“Apparently not,” Selene grunted, just before her other paw smacked him across the cheek. The kick was enough to loosen his fingers and release her as he nursed his injured jaw. “Bet that did, though,” she added with a sly grin.

Xandir scowled at the renamon as he gently touched a finger to his sore mouth, wincing whenever he felt his cheek sting from the hit. He was shocked to see her easily holding her own against him despite the differences in their strengths. Then again, he thought, she does train daily; it shouldn’t come as a surprise.

He scoffed at Selene, masking his own growing concern. “I can see going easy on you was a mistake. One I won’t make again.”

“Then stop holding back and hit me,” she retorted. “I haven’t even broken a sweat yet.”

The lucario cracked a smile. He was confident he could still beat her just like this; she was just getting lucky. “My pleasure.”

He lowered his head and shoulders and charged in Selene’s direction, hoping to take the speedy renamon down a peg. She braced herself and firmly planted her left paw into the ground as he approached, waiting for him to get close. She felt the ground rumbling beneath her paws, growing in intensity with his footfalls as he drew nearer. With a fierce roar of her own, her right leg coiled and lashed out in a powerful roundhouse, aiming dead center for his skull. Xandir grit his teeth and raised an arm to defend himself, deflecting the kick as it glanced off his limb. He seized the opportunity and knocked her leg away, grabbing it by the ankle before she could retract it. Selene grunted as she tried to shake him off of her, but his sheer size was too much for her to knock aside. She felt him yanking on her paw and ankle, pulling her towards him where he could easily overwhelm her. Her thigh strained from the war of attrition she quickly found herself losing, feeling his hands climbing up her leg, closing in towards her knee. As her breathing quickened, her options faded. Then her anger began to set in; anger at her own weakness, at her own inattention, at being beaten by a weakling such as him. She bared her teeth and dug deep within her as her fur bristled on end, summoning all the strength she could muster.

The searing pain in her chest returned as if sensing the desperation in her. It flowed through her body as it flickered to life and poured into her legs where it was needed most. She felt the fatigue in her thigh melting away even as both of his hands took hold and held her firmly in place. Her eyes lit up when she gave her leg a quick tug and felt his fingers straining against her renewed strength. Xandir gasped and braced himself when he felt her calf tense with a greater vigor than he had ever sensed, bringing the pair to a halt as he tightened his hands even further. A brief grin flashed upon Selene’s face as more of her power surged into her lower extremities, pushing back against his incredible hold on her leg. It couldn’t be much longer now, she thought. She’ll be free and he’ll be forced to fight her on equal terms. Selene closed her eyes and slowed her movements, taking in deep breaths as she lifted her leg, taking Xandir along with it.

The lucario’s eyes widened when he felt his paws slipping away from the solid ground beneath them. He looked down then back up again in disbelief as he stared at the leg that ever so slowly carried him upward. The muscles in her tight thigh and calf strained with his weight as they pushed back against his fingers, growing thicker and thicker in his grasp. The longer he held on the more her limb resisted and gained in strength, becoming wider, spreading his fingers apart as he held on for dear life. He could feel the renamon’s eyes glaring at him, pushing his determination to their limits even as his huge arms strained from holding back her thick muscular thigh. Beneath the grappling duo her left leg stood on a wobbly paw, forced to hold their combined weight least she topple over with him on top. Selene now running on instinct pressed down on her shaky leg, straining the muscles in her supporting thigh as they tightened up and began to swell with added flesh. Her paw sunk into the dirt, widening, expanding and giving her stability as her leg followed suit, filling out her buttocks and hips with more than enough mass to hold his bulk in midair with ease. She then pivoted her waist and wound back her right leg, causing her opponent to grasp tightly to her massive thigh. She wouldn’t have any more of his cowardice; she would be rid of him. The digimon roared and kicked her leg out with an incredible thrust, flinging Xandir off of her with one swift motion; briefly sending him airborne before crashing into a nearby tree that cracked and shattered from the impact. Selene brought her paw down, slamming it into the dirt with a loud thud as her fists clenched themselves in irritation rather than triumph.

Her heart beat rapidly, blood boiling with a potent mix of adrenaline and energy that pulled mass away from her bloated thighs and sent it throughout her body. The digimon’s eyes rolled into her head as her flesh quivered with delight, feeding upon her power as her form grew in mass. Her arms and torso widened, thickening with sinewy muscle that grew and became defined, lined layer upon layer of dense slabs of meat, flexing and throbbing with her every movement. Her brain tingled, nerves bombarding it with feelings of pleasure and ecstasy, wetting her lips to near drooling as her eyes lowered and focused on Xandir, who still lay dazed on the ground. She approached him and angrily bellowed his name, snapping him out of his stupor.

“Come on!” she snarled, narrowing her eyes at him as he got to his knees. “I expected more than this out of you.”

Xandir groaned and put a hand to his head. “Wh-What’s gotten into you, Selene?”

The renamon bared her fangs and spoke slowly, barely restraining her obvious impatience with him. “Nothing’s gotten into me, Xan. I want a fight and you’re not giving me one. Stop holding back and hit me!”

Xandir winced, gulping nervously at the renamon who now stood above him. He knew she had a competitive streak – one that was quickly spinning out of control. It was obvious to him she was the better fighter; the one who trained from dawn to dusk, day in and day out while he languished and neglected his own training. How else could she had such an easy time against him despite the vast differences in their size and mass? Still, he had to end the fight, least her lust for battle get the better of them both. He could never hope to beat her in speed, but he could still overwhelm her with brute force. The lucario grunted and clenched his teeth as his body expanded once more, pushing his muscular frame to near-exaggerated proportions even as his growth shifted vertically. Inches piled upon inches, soon turning into feet as his height gradually pushed above Selene’s, who now stood in his growing shadow, clearly unimpressed by his display of might.

The digimon’s claws dug into her palms, nearly causing them to bleed from the pressure as she glared angrily at Xandir. She could feel her anger rising even as his bulky form engorged itself and grew before her eyes before finally coming to a halt at nearly twenty feet in height – easily over three times her height. Yet it wasn’t enough; not by any decent amount. Her light pink and creamy yellow fur stood on end as she growled in frustration, outraged by his insolence. Why does he insist on holding back against me? Does he think he can still defeat me; that I am weaker than him? Incessant thoughts of his inferiority bombarded her clouded mind. She was the superior one – the better fighter, the stronger, more dominant being; and all that he had done against her was unsatisfactory. Even given the clear advantage, the best he could do was make himself slightly bigger than her. No. This would not do. This would not do at all. The renamon’s eyes widened as a flood of energy flowed into her body, bringing a twisted curl to her lips as it quickly pent up within her. He must be shown his place if he refuses to give in. Her body quivered with anticipation, feeding upon her rage as she licked her lips and stroked her thigh with an idle finger. The mere touch of her claw against her sensitive skin sent shivers through her spine as her lungs took in raspy breaths, drawing upon the mounting pressure growing within her that sought release. A fierce smile broke through her visage, blending with her anger, enough to make him flinch step away from her. Yes. She should remind him what happens to those that make her angry. He would do anything for her, the fool: perhaps a little motivation would change his mind.

The lucario looked away from Selene as she shot a venomous glare his way. Her slow, plodding movements drew his attention and pulled his eyes back to her as her arms extended themselves, outstretched as her head craned and gazed the sky above. He tensed up, never having seen Selene act in such an eerie way. Yet the back of his mind was screaming, warning him that he had indeed saw such a thing. He dumbly stood in place, watching the approaching digimon as his mind pieced two and two together. A sudden chill formed in his palms, a cold sweat that filled him with dread as he extended an arm and nervously addressed the renamon.

“S-Selene,” he began, his voice trembling and dying as a fit of laugher cut him off.

“You should have hit me with everything you had, Xan,” she said as she lowered her head to stare him in the eye. “I was really looking forward to seeing what you could have done.” Then her hands returned to her sides, her voice becoming agitated as a growl slipped through her teeth. “But once again, you disappoint me.”

She hunched down and grunted as every bit of flesh and bone in her body convulsed, unable to hold back the tide of energy that threatened to overwhelm and consume her entirely. An intense heat seared her body and coursed through her throbbing veins, flowing through her entire being as her eyes widened, her mind struggling to keep it in check. One heavy paw after another sunk into the ground as the earth gave into her growing form while she steadily advanced, pointing a finger at the fearful giant before her.

“There’s two kinds of people I hate, Xan: weaklings too afraid to push themselves to their limits and musclebound idiots that are more bark than bite. And when I look at you, I see both of these qualities rolled into one pathetic man.”
Xandir’s ears drooped slightly as he backed away from the enraged digimon. “B-But I –”

Selene’s paw slammed into the ground as it came forward, tearing into the earth beneath it while her body continued to fill out, growing wider, stronger and bulkier as it feasted upon the abundant power she emitted. Now at half his height, she stood her ground and continued her verbal barrage.

“But what? You always have an excuse for everything and you never give anything your all. Why? Is it because you’re so convinced that you can do everything with so little effort? Isn’t that what’s happening now?”

The lucario winced as her scathing remarks tore through him. He couldn’t deny it: he was convinced that he could defeat her easily, but she quickly proved him wrong at every turn. Nor did he have the drive or desire to best her – he only wanted her to give up. He lowered his head with dejection, offering no further resistance to her harsh words. He should have known better than to assume anything; especially with her, of all people.

Selene narrowed her eyes, fuming at a worried Xandir as her hands balled into tight fists. Her arms stiffened as her power coursed into her upper body and seeped into her muscles, causing them to broaden and swell even further, nearly rivaling the mass of his dense musculature. Soon, her height matched his own and eventually surpassed him, forcing the now frightened pokemon to crane his neck upwards as she continued to chew him out.

“You think I’m weak. Is that why you’re holding back?” The renamon’s heavy finger prodded his thick shoulder. “Give me one good reason why you wouldn’t bother using your full strength.”

Xandir quickly shook his head, sputtering, “I-I’m following your rules!”

“My rules? I gave you the advantage!” Selene snapped. She lowered her voice, speaking slowly as she carefully chose her words. “I want this, Xan,” she said, pointing a thumb towards herself. “I want this power, but I can’t control it yet. This is the only way I can learn to handle it and you’re not helping.” She looked down at the dumbstruck Xandir while more and more of her expanding body took up the clearing they occupied. The fur of her long, bushy tail brushed against the tree trunks behind her, striking the limbs of the maple trees as it swayed back and forth before stopping.

“I’m through listening to your excuses.” With that, her growth began to accelerate and push past the top of Xandir’s head, forcing his eyes upwards as she expanded. He slowly backpedaled as her form overran the area, unaware of the renamon’s swelling toes and paws that were inching their way towards him. He raised a leg and with one uneasy step, his foot tripped over a wide toe and sent him falling, giving the lucario a generous sight of her wide, muscular thighs as they grew even larger, thicker, and taller still. Her powerful arms and tail swat aside the branches and trunks of trees, snapping and splintering them with her movements as they crashed to the earth all around Xandir. He scrambled to his feet and shielded his head as he fled for cover, trying his best to evade the falling trees and the growing digimon’s body.

A grin formed on Selene’s lips as her growth slowed and finally stopped, satisfied with her current progress. Her eyes cast their glance downwards to admire her impressive physique, widening as she gave her arms and legs a quick couple of flexes. She couldn’t help but laugh as she felt the leaves and branches of the trees brushing against the fur near her knees. She couldn’t even begin to describe how liberating it felt to be free from the confines of size, scale and mass; free from the frail form she thought she had sculpted to perfection. There was no limit to what she could do. It was no longer a matter of ‘if’, but only ‘when’ she could achieve even more; gain even more mass, grow and expand even larger, and take all that she could ever want. Nothing could stop her now. Her smile quickly disappeared as she felt something brush against her foot, causing her to look down at the little lucario trying to creep away from her. The digimon grunted and carefully raised a leg, knocking aside the fallen lumber near them as her paw blotted out the evening sun above his head.

“That’s far enough, insect,” Selene warned. Her powerful voice rang in his ears as he froze in place and stared at the underside of her heavy sole. “We haven’t finished our fight yet. But a weakling like you doesn’t deserve the privilege of facing me anymore.”

Xandir’s eyes widened as her immense paw came down, darkening the sky all around him. Glancing to his left and right, her enormous form had taken up all the space the pair had left; there was no way he could get out of the way in time, given its sheer size and the speed it was coming at him. With no means of escape, he raised his hands and took a wide straddling stance before shutting his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable. Failure in her eyes or no, there was only one thing he could do.

The earth buckled and cracked beneath the lucario when his hands and her paw met. His palms sunk into her firm soles as they pushed back against the massive renamon in his last desperate bid for survival. Far above, Selene started intently at her foot, feeling his feeble resistance beneath it as it gradually fell closer and closer to the ground. Her face split into a wide grin as she cackled and applied even more of her weight onto the poor pokemon.

“So, the coward struggles when his life is on the line. It seems I’ve been going about this the wrong way, then.” Selene shifted her weight and pushed down on the struggling lucario as her foot came closer to meeting the ground. “Show me your power, Xan. Show me you deserve to live!”

Xandir groaned as he felt his body slowly being compressed by the countless tons of renamon above his head. His arms and legs held her advancing paw in place as he grit his teeth and focused, fighting against the pain shooting through his entire body. The muscles in his limbs and torso gradually thickened, filling with sinew and flesh as his power grew and pushed back against her. The more she pressed her paw down, the more he struggled and fought back, engorging his body with even more strength as his muscles stretched and bloated under the pressure of Selene’s foot. Far above, his ears filled with an amused chuckle as she shifted even more of her mass on to his body. Even as his muscles were pushed to their limits, he felt himself sinking, his thick legs buckling under her wide and heavy sole. He was still too small, unable to fight back or gain any lost ground. All the strength he could muster was nothing compared to her size unless he could grow. The lucario concentrated and shifted his expansion away from his muscles, letting it spread though his body instead. Gripping her paw as he ascended, Xandir pushed back on the underside of her pads, lifting it mere inches at a time as Selene fought back against the ant at her feet. His body continued growing, moving upwards at a faster pace while the digimon stood on her toes and applied even more weight, leaving the pair at a standstill as they struggled against one another.

Beneath him his dense legs wobbled and sagged, tiring from the constant pressure on them as he felt himself sinking, succumbing to the powerful paw that threatened to crush him. There was nowhere for him to run, nowhere to hide, save for being a bloody smear beneath her paw if he failed. His breathing quickened and his heart furiously pounded, taxed to its limits along with his strained form. It was then that his eyes opened, bulging from their sockets as his fingers clawed at her sole and held on for dear life before opening his mouth and bellowing a deep roar. Xandir dug deep within himself, summoning all the strength he could muster as he thrust his arms forward for one final shove. Her paw went higher and higher still as his hands raised themselves as far as they could go, lifting her weight from off of his body, finally sending her foot airborne.

Selene was taken aback by the sudden surge of strength that knocked her foot upwards and off balance. She felt the heel of her back foot tipping, giving way to her top heavy body as it began tilting backwards. Her arms flailed, desperate to hold onto something, anything that could break her fall. The renamon turned her head to look over her shoulder, eyes widening and mouth agape as she felt her feet slipping free from the ground and into the air as she plummeted over the side of the mountain. Her back struck the earth with an earsplitting thud as she tumbled down the cliffs, crushing trees, shattering boulders and anything else unfortunate enough to be caught beneath her body as she fell screaming to the bottom, towards the unsuspecting city below. Her massive frame rammed into the buildings just beyond the base of the mountain, flattening them as her unconscious body rolled into structures, unable to slow her momentum as she plowed through them, kicking up dust and debris all around her while Xandir watched from high above, distraught by his actions and the results of them.

“Oh, no. Selene, I’m coming!”

He hopped down the mountainside, stepping over the splintered trunks and upturned earth Selene had bowled over on her way down the cliffs. Dust and dirt clung to his fur as he raised a hand to shield his eyes from the grime along the way. As he made his way through the newly made path, his eyes wandered to the dense brush at his sides and the wide, flattened expanse in between. He could remember his first clumsy steps as a macro, but going down a mountain was something else. Soon the soil met concrete as the lucario’s feet as he landed with a heavy thud, eyes focused on the rising cloud of debris ahead of him. Xandir tiptoed through the chaotic streets, mindful of the fleeing citizens and reckless drivers speeding past his heels and toes as he carefully placed his hands on the tops of buildings for balance. He glanced back and forth, eyeing the damaged structures that had been smashed or shattered from the impact of her fall. Following the trail of destruction to its end, he finally found Selene laying in the road, her back against a row of badly damaged buildings as her arms and leg lay splayed out in the street. He slowed to a crawl and carefully approached the unconscious renamon, checking her body for any obvious injuries as her chest slowly rose and fell with her deep breaths. Raising a hand to touch her side, Xandir called out to her, hoping for any response.

“S-Selene?” he quietly whispered as he made his way towards her head, uttering her name along the way. When he reached her cheek, he came to a stop and knelt down. Placing a hand just under her closed eye, he looked away from her, visibly shaken by what he had seen. “What have I done? I-I didn’t mean for this to happen. I-I’m sorry.”

In the midst of his grief, the tips of the digimon’s ears twitched at the sound of his voice. Then her eyelid shuddered and opened, revealing a large, bloodshot eye that stared straight at him as a low growl filled the air around him. Xandir froze in place, jumping when he felt a strong rumbling beneath his feet. He turned his head to face Selene, only to be met with her enormous eye that glared with hatred as her body regained consciousness. The claws on her fingers tore into the earth and asphalt, ripping a chunk of the land from the ground as her digits closed around it, crushing it in her palm as she rose. The fearful pokemon whimpered as he saw her other arm hurl itself against the building it rest against, shattering the structure with one swift and powerful blow. The breathing from her nostrils grew louder as her stiff body picked itself up.

“Knock me off a mountain, hm?” the renamon groaned as she shook her head. “That’s a first for me, I’ll give you that.” Her eyes narrowed as she rose to her full and terrible height, glaring at the lucario cowering within her vast shadow. “But I wonder how it’ll feel to have a pokemon under my paw? Bet that’ll be a first for you, too.”

She raised her legs and stepped away from the ruined buildings, forcing Xandir into the open road as she approached him, looming over the smaller giant beneath her. It was a suitable size for him, she thought as a devious look formed on her lips. What better place for a