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ratafari has ever done, and something I'm incredibly proud of. I'd like to thank him and some close friends for beta reading the story as well. I've been so excited to release this and I'm glad it's finally out.
Check the SoFurry upload HERE for the full res version.
In a city on Earth, where people toiled every day in massive steel structures to make a living, there stood a forest outside its borders. It fiercely warred against the city for territory, growing grass and weeds to steal land. The trees were logged for materials and the grass was cleared and paved over with concrete. Meanwhile, the foliage spread between cracks in the pavement despite the area being inhospitable to life. The cars mingling on the crowded roads roared louder than any single beast could ever hope to achieve and crushed whatever grew on it. The lush acres of thick treetops managed to block out most of the noise, and the wind brushing past the branches created a gentle melody of rustling leaves that blocked the noise of any vehicle on the pavement. There was a line drawn between the two, and in the middle, the chaos was a perfectly even split between them.
A seed, or perhaps a fruit grew out from one of the branches of a tree. Since this was a pine tree, the sight of it growing a fruit seemed unnatural to anyone with knowledge of the local ecosystem. The small black seed grew and grew, shifting colors until it landed on a smooth green texture and snapped off the branch where it rolled on the forest floor far below. Despite falling off the branch it was born on, the fruit continued its endless growth and rapidly increased its pace until it was almost as large as the massive arbor that had created it. Harsh lines formed in the round nut and split off like limbs extending off of it, even forming legs to balance on. Horns, a head, neck, arms, legs, tail…
Eventually, the creature's body solidified and its texture shifted into something closer to an animal. Green scales lay beneath a cotton shirt that terminated just above her waist, showing off a chiseled midsection covered in flexible plates that mimicked her stomach’s topography. Her eyes were an unreal shade of yellow like the light reflected off the moon, and her face was framed by four massive horns sprouting out the back of her head. They were wreathed in plant life that mimicked the shape of her horns, and large iridescent flowers bloomed off them.
Her movements were deliberate and gentle. Every step she took on the grass and dirt left no permanent mark on them, as if she was a ghost floating through the world. Despite her supernatural presence, her clothing was much more mundane. Her skirt and shirt were made of natural materials, and her sandals were woven out of a simple reed-like material that could have been bought at any tourist shop near the coast. Nothing on her body was made of metal where simple fabric straps would suffice.
Her head swiveled to her left and she honed her senses on a random spot next to her. A moment later, a thin line of blue energy was drawn in the air. It widened, forming an entrance with a facade like a wooden door one would see on a log cabin, only with a texture like the night sky. The door, only as tall as the Dragon woman's chest, slid open and revealed a smaller figure. She too looked like a creature out of a fantasy novel but was dressed in bell-bottom jeans and a cotton shirt with the image of a stereotypical wizard on the front. She looked like a Lynx that stood on two legs, but parts of her body were covered in crimson scales. One arm and leg on opposite sides of her body had wicked Draconic claws which were longer than her natural feline claws. A single jagged red horn grew out of the left side of her head, blocking the respective ear.
The door behind her was filled with stars, galaxies, universes, the entire cosmos unfiltered. A sense of wrongness invaded the mind of any living creature that stared at it long enough. Even the Dragon felt the border between worlds disturb her mind when she peered into it. Eventually, the gap in reality closed on its own and disappeared just as quickly as it appeared and the Lynx looked up at the Dragon and arched an eyebrow.
“Joxiris, how did you beat me here? I left before you did in a dimensional door!”
“Your paltry magic cannot compare to the blessings of nature.”
Her voice was like a choir’s song echoing throughout the trees. It was a growling predator, a bird singing, and a river flowing all at once. The Lynx cringed at the sensation of her telepathic message caressing her mind and waved a scaled hand at her.
“Can you quit it with the spooky voice thing? Bad enough we’re entering their plane without asking.”
“It’s not-” the Dragon cleared her throat and adjusted herself to a normal but deep and sultry voice. “I tread where I please, Saahira. They will be happy to have me in their godless universe. Besides, I seem to remember a certain wizard spying on different worlds with that orb collection of hers.” She sang the last sentence with the grace of an operatic veteran.
Saahira turned her head away from the accusatory stare of the goddess. She looked at her feet and the mulch beneath them. Unlike the Dragon, her boots flattened the landscape and left large marks on the forest floor. She almost jumped out of them when she looked up and those golden glowing eyes were in her face. Joxiris was bent over and looming next to her. Even at her new massive size, Saahira still felt like an ant next to a hurricane.
“Don’t mistake my levity for acceptance of your actions. What did you expect when you pierced the borders between universes just to spy on others for your entertainment? You could never imagine someone following your trail and finding your home. But that is the folly of all of your kind.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Saahira stood taller and challenged her gaze.
The goddess stood to her full height again and rumbled something in a guttural language. She switched back to their common language and repeated it using her ethereal voice.
“Mages. They ask if they can, but never if they should.”
At that, the Dragon spun on her heel and strode toward some destination known only to her. Saahira awkwardly coughed and stomped along with her, shadowing her. The odd duo passed through the forest both quietly and not so quietly. Saahira was not as graceful as Joxiris, and every one of her steps created loud booms that rustled the nearby trees and pasted anything she stepped on. That wouldn’t be so bad at her original height, but as a giant, every step was a small explosion. Joxiris turned back to her and scoffed.
“I will accept you destroying nature so long as you do not go out of your way to harm anything in my domain. You must be quieter than this though!”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not exactly used to being a giant! You only taught me how to stay this large yesterday! Any other mage would have failed to cast it in the first place, but you chose the best so cut me some slack!”
Saahira’s voice rose to not quite a yell. At their size, yelling would attract the attention of everyone in the country. Even Saahira’s low yell would have deafened anyone next to her. Joxiris’ face remained neutral as ever.
“This is true. If I am to have a companion they should be as grand as me. You are an excellent mage, but you are not divinity. Not yet.”
The Dragon put a hand on her hips and waited while Saahira took her time casting a spell at her feet to silence her movements. Her hands moved with practiced ease, gliding through the air with minimal resistance in her new clothes. She felt free in these simple garments, but also very vulnerable and practically naked. Even with her fur (albeit her summer coat), and the hot summer sun looming above them, the chill of the air bothered her.
“Why are we wearing these things again? I miss my robes. These raiments are much too thin and revealing.” The Lynx tugged at the strap on her shoulder, careful not to cut it with her claws.
She looked at Joxiris’ shirt: A small cotton thing with the words “Eat your greens” embroidered on it. A joke about her verdant scales and her love of nature, no doubt. But who would she ever allow to take a bite out of her?
“I thought it would be fun to dress like the mortals of this world. Besides, they make good disguises, don't you think?”
Saahira rolled her eyes and stretched her legs by lifting them and ‘marching’ in place.
“Oh yes, because they’ll never recognize we’re from another world so long as we wear their clothing. We’re only completely different species than them.”
Joxiris responded with a sly smile.
“So pessimistic! There are other Lynx here, you know!”
“Yes, but they aren’t half-Dragon. They also aren’t giants.”
"True. There are no real Dragons in this world. But some can call upon unique magic to grow to similar sizes as us." Joxiris cupped her chin in her hand and closed her eyes. "Imagine a society of giants who can choose to be big or small."
Saahira took a careful step and smiled when her boot made no noise stepping down on the forest detritus. Her next steps were much more enthusiastic and just as silent. Joxiris shrugged her shoulders and carried on, walking at the same pace as her companion. The giant's short hike was interrupted by a fantastic sight behind the final layer of trees. A city of steel, plastic, glass, and concrete lay ahead of them. Even with their magic expanding their bodies to incredible heights, the so-called 'skyscrapers' lived up to their name and dominated the skyline. The goddess and her new giant companion weren’t even half as tall as some of the tallest structures.
Saahira froze at the sight. “Gods, look at that. No wonder they build so large if some of them are giants.”
“Amazing what mortals can do without magic.” Joxiris sighed wistfully.
Saahira gasped. All of this and they have no magic? It made no sense. Her world still has people starving to death and these people managed all of this without a single spell? Or maybe… Did magic make them complacent? After all, Saahira would never have thought of making a steel tower like this when she could just wave her hand and mold the earth into a stone tower. She built her first home using spells to move the earth and wood without having to physically toil. Wizards seldom collaborated on larger projects, especially at this scale.
Joxiris did not seem bothered by the incredible productivity of this universe's inhabitants. She did, however, notice the forest trying and failing to take back the land it had once owned. Trees dotted the middle of some roads for decoration. A small quirk of her lips hinted at a smile but it never came.
“Clever of them to bend nature to their whims. Unfortunately, nature does not like to be controlled. I will bring unto them a paradise of lush green leaves and verdant hills. Their concrete jungle will become one with a real jungle.” Joxiris turned back to Saahira and smiled. “That is, unless someone were to stop me.”
Saahira moved to say something, anything to her. She had seen the devastation of a magical disaster before, even caused one, and she couldn’t stand idly while another one unfolded in front of her. But what could she do in the face of such incredible power?
The massive Dragon strode forward completely unbothered by the hustle and bustle of the city. Along the side of the road closest to them, tiny figures stood behind a brick barrier dotted with glass posts. The posts had tiny glass shapes inside them that Saahira could only guess the function of. The pedestrians pointed slim handheld boxes at Joxiris and stayed still despite each step bringing her closer to crushing them. Eventually, most of the people came to their senses and ran to the side to avoid her inevitable arrival. Joxiris’ sandalled foot flew through the divide and over a man who chose to stand his ground. He was rewarded with a video looking straight up at the skirted figure as she walked over him. The video would be seen by millions of people an hour after it was uploaded to the internet. Not that either of them would ever know or understand.
Joxiris' foot kicked a chunk of the wall out, causing a shower of debris to fly out onto the road. Her heel dug into the concrete and flattened a nearby parked car. The entire midsection of the vehicle was crushed into a fine sheet almost as thin and flat as the road it lay on. Meanwhile, the front of her foot sent a cascade of cracks through the pavement, and left a huge divot in the pavement shaped like her sandal. Her other leg bound forward and crashed onto the pavement with such force that it shook every car on the block and rattled the windows of a nearby building.
Alarms across the city went off in waves warning wanderers of the terrible titan’s tumultuous trampling. Sirens came after, signaling the movement of emergency services in response to Joxiris' entrance. Despite the inherent calamity of her arrival, Joxiris didn't even glance at the destruction caused by her presence. She simply raised her arms and channeled the magic inside her soul, causing her hands and eyes to glow with a bright green light which quickly grew in intensity. Her spell was meant to encompass the entire city and slowly fill it with plant life. She did not want to cause mass chaos or death, but if a few people were hurt during the transition then it was a necessary sacrifice to return them to nature's grasp.
Saahira’s body moved on its own ready to cast a counterspell, but she knew deep in her soul that no amount of her magic invested in the spell could stop what Joxiris was charging. The only time she ever came close to attaining that kind of magic was when she had mutated herself into a dragon, and the only thing she received from that was a permanent series of scars across her body that reminded her of her failure. She would try to stop Joxiris and she would most likely fail, but it would be better than not trying at all.
Joxiris reveled in the sensation of her magic pulsing through her body. She was lost in its comforting warmth and almost forgot what her original purpose was for calling it forth. The telltale feeling of Saahira’s magic exploding behind her was enough for her to let go of her budding spell. But suddenly, a flare of foreign energy inside the city knocked her out of her stupor, and her gaze fell onto a lone figure marching toward her on the road. At her current height, Joxiris couldn't easily tell what it was. All she knew was that the creature went from having the same amount of energy as the rest of the mortals to suddenly having more than every single one in the city. It wasn't any kind of magic she recognized. The mortal's energy expanded then contracted like it was breathing, and each breath inflated its form like a balloon filling with air. Her body continued expanding with each step until she was taller than any person could naturally grow.
From her position next to the trees, Saahira could see that she was a very strong-looking Wolf with white fur and even more revealing clothes than either of them. Somehow, the Wolf's muscles were larger and more defined than the literal goddess breaching her city's walls. The Wolf's face was incredibly wide like a bear's and her overall profile resembled a bear's more than a Wolf's. Despite her body swelling incredibly quickly and her weight far exceeding either of the giants, her footsteps were careful and barely shook the nearby glass windows. Her feet were protected by very thin sandals which grew with her and spread her weight more evenly across the concrete than her bare feet would have.
When she reached Joxiris, her head kept climbing higher until they could stare straight into each other’s eyes. She stopped a stride away from the goddess and bared her fangs.
“What. The fuck! Do you two think you’re doing?!” She bellowed, shaking the nearby glass with her voice alone.
Each shout was punctuated by a growth spurt that made her taller than Joxiris by a full head. Her stature and musculature cut an intimidating figure, and Saahira felt her booming voice shake her bones even though she was so far away. Despite all that, Joxiris didn’t move. Her face betrayed no emotion while the Wolf continued her rant.
“Do you know how many people you just hurt with that little stunt of yours? You probably think it wasn’t that bad, right? But even if nobody died, there were still injuries from the panic you caused. People’s lives are still on the line.”
She looked down at the road and made a derisive snort at the holes Joxiris’ claws had gouged out.
“It costs a lot of money to fix a major road. And while it’s being fixed, it’ll slow down traffic and cause a bunch of slowdowns for everyone.” She pointed to the flattened car behind the Dragon. “See that?”
Joxiris didn’t turn around. “The metal carriage? What of it?”
“That car costs money too. And unlike the road, one person has to pay for it. If their insurance doesn’t cover a giant stepping on it then they have just lost their only means of driving home or getting to work.”
“Ensure-ants?” The goddess tilted her head to the side and kept her eyes on the Wolf. “Yes, they do look like ants from down here, don’t they?”
That was the wrong answer. The Wolf's muscles tensed, her tail straightened out behind her, and she lowered her head to stare down at Joxiris. Saahira had seen that body language in other Wolves before they attacked. She dashed out from her position and made it to the road in three large hops, taking advantage of her naturally athletic feline build. She slowed down in time to avoid stepping on the few people who hadn't fled after the initial chaos, despite her recently cast spell preventing her feet from causing any harm to whatever she stood on.
“In theory, I should be able to step on them without hurting them. But I don’t know if I cast it right while the giant spell is running.”
The Lynx hopped past the broken wall and held out her hands in a placating motion, then slowly approached the Wolf.
“Hello. Please don’t start a fight with her! She doesn’t understand what she’s doing!”
The Wolf arched an eyebrow down at her and her facial features relaxed. Her body, however, looked just as tense and ready to explode into motion. Saahira was surprised her words worked. If the confrontation escalated then she would have had to use magic to either calm the giant or back up Joxiris in a fight.
“Both options are terrible when one considers that:
a) Giants are notoriously resistant to magic, and my spells aren’t working the same now that I’m also a giant
b) I have qualms about using magic to manipulate people’s minds
c) A fight between three giants would either cause insane damage to the city or the forest. Thousands of innocents would die and the wrath of a nature goddess focused on us doesn’t sound ideal.”
The wizard blinked and realized she was staring at Kiva lost in thought.
“I’m Saahira. This is Joxiris.”
Saahira's hand moved from herself to the Dragon as she spoke, then it moved to the Wolf who followed her hand with her head but occasionally flicked her eyes to Joxiris.
“Kiva.” She growls.
"Thank you, Kiva." Saahira tried to maintain eye contact. Sometimes that is seen as a threat to certain species. Or a challenge. Still, 'civilized' species consider it necessary or the speaker loses their respect. Saahira was willing to take that risk.
“Who the hell are you two, and what are you doing?”
Kiva's voice sounded warbled, like her emotions were threatening to burst out of her and explode in their faces. Saahira couldn't tell if she was about to cry or howl.
“I know she seems antagonistic, but Joxiris doesn’t go out of her way to harm others or start fights. She just gets fixated on whatever goal she sets for herself.”
“Is she autistic?”
“I don’t know what that means.” Saahira's ears drooped. Admitting to not knowing something was uncomfortable. A lifetime of being the smartest person around hadn’t prepared her for situations where she suddenly was not.
“It means, uh…” Kiva looks between them and suddenly relaxes. Her shoulders dropped, her leg muscles almost seemed to shrink when they untensed, and she stood up straight. Her tail lowered near its base but still looked a little tense, staying very still.
“Gods, she’s huge.” Saahira stepped between them, acting as their literal middleman.
“You two really aren’t from around here, are you?”
“No, we’re not. We’re actually travelers from-”
Joxiris stepped forward, closing the gap between them and leaving another gash in the pavement with her claws. Her sheer weight also left cracks around the edge of her sandal which splintered out like a spiderweb.
“You forget your place, Saahira. You are not my liaison to this world. You are meant to be my apprentice while I teach you the path to ascension. Instead, you claim to represent me?”
Kiva physically recoils when Joxiris’ voice echoes in her mind. Her instincts scream at her to get away from this thing as quickly as she can. Instead, the second she regains control of herself, Kiva takes a step forward and pushes her chest out at her in a subconscious display of dominance. Joxiris smiles, the first emotion she has shown to the inhabitants of this world.
“As for you, it has been quite some time since I have met a true giant.”
The goddess stepped forward, completely ignoring Saahira despite roughly pushing her with her body. The Draco-Lynx stumbles back and tries to avoid having her toes stepped on and barely manages to weave between a pair of scaly legs almost as thick and tall as her. Joxiris’ bountiful chest jostled in her face free of any restraint except the novelty shirt she was wearing.
“You have more potential than any I have met in the multiverse. Even Saahira could not manage to grow herself to this extent before my help.” Her eyes sweep up and down Kiva’s form, ogling every curve and muscle on her. “To think you can control your size this well without a teacher. You will make a great servant.”
“Excuse me?” Kiva steps forward, mirroring Joxiris’ aggressive steps.
“Please listen to me!” Saahira spins to face her and pleads beneath them. “She’s not trying to-”
Joxiris took one more daring step forward and instantly silenced Saahira when she pushed her into Kiva's body. Fur and scale met fur and scale in a confusing crash of colossi. Seemingly delighted to see her struggling, Joxiris took her time pushing Saahira against herself and slowly compressing her head between their breasts. Instead of accepting her new position, Saahira ducked beneath them. Unfortunately, she was still tangled up in a sea of legs and thighs that pinched her between them. Joxiris' thighs may have been almost as large as Saahira, but Kiva's thighs were as heavy as the Lynx's body.
Kiva's eyes rapidly jumped between the goddess and her partner. Eventually, her eyes stuck to their chests while Joxiris puffed hers out and rubbed it against her. She could feel that neither of them was wearing a bra.
“I don’t get it.” Kiva’s head tilted back up and she stared into Joxiris’ moonlit eyes.
“What is there to understand? Accept my blessing and become like me. Reach heights of power no mortal could hope to achieve.”
“No, I mean, what? Are you threatening me or coming onto me?”
“We may explore any relationship that you desire. If you learn best with me as your master then so be it. If you learn best from a lover then I am willing to experiment. I find you quite fetching.”
Joxiris’ words shook the air with a greater presence than they should have, and suddenly her words echoed in Kiva’s head like an alarm bouncing off the walls of her skull. Images flooded her mind and filled it with visions of the past, present, and future. The past, every past that they had experienced. Learning her first spell, growing up in the wilds and hunting her first boar, an experiment gone wrong, a fight with a monster, meeting a god, ascension. She saw futures where she learned with them, grew with them as her own god, and ushered in a new age of peace to her world. All of this in the span of an instant, like an archive of memories and visions transmitted to her by the goddess.
Kiva gasped and checked her footing, almost tripping on herself and the smaller giant between them. When Joxiris’ words hit her she stumbled and almost stepped on her, then cursed when she felt her horn rub up against her chest.
“I can’t, I mean… I have a life here. People I love that I can’t abandon.”
A green-scaled arm gently rose to meet Kiva's cheek, hovering near it for a moment before cupping her with its palm. Smooth tentacle-like vines crawled from Joxiris' body and twisted around her arm until they reached her fingertips. Tiny flowers sprouted out of the ends with gradient petals that shifted from white to red, the same colors as Kiva's fur and eyes.
“I would never ask you to abandon your world or your people. But you would need to take excursions to other worlds with us and learn my way of living, and what it truly means to be a god.”
Joxiris' eyes flashed for a moment and Kiva swore she saw more than her reflection in them. A kaleidoscope of different worlds flashed in her pupil for a second, gone in a literal blink of an eye.
“What kind of god would I be? Am I gonna have to learn more magic like you two?”
“I cannot say what domain you would hold beyond what is obvious. Saahira will be a god of magic and scholarly pursuits. Or perhaps her true nature will surprise us. I will teach you what you want, what you need, and what you are capable of. What you do with that power is up to you.”
“And what do gods usually do?”
“Rule their people?”
Kiva flinched at her words. She was thinking about it but her mind rejected it.
"If you like. You may rule this world. Or not. You may live in a paradise of your creation. Or you could do what I do and bring something to the worlds you visit that they are lacking."
Beneath them, Saahira's struggling slowed down and the Lynx found a comfortable position to stand. She tried to grab onto both giants' hips for support but they both reflexively grabbed her hands and held her close like a group hug.
“Make your decision now, Kiva. I will not be returning after this.”
Kiva contemplated her, staring deep into her eyes. Then she turned her head to Saahira who she could barely see past their chests. Her gaze swept across the street to the casual destruction the goddess had left in her wake, and the crowds barely a few steps away. She could do better than that, right? Does becoming a god ruin a person’s morals, or does it reveal what was always there? She thought long and hard about the conversations she had with her husband when she first learned to control her size. When he entered her thoughts, she spun her head around and caught a glimpse of the crowd directly behind her. They were a mass of people hidden beneath the shade of the nearest building, cowering in fear at the situation. Their cries and panicked movements were muted by the sound of sirens surrounding them.
Turning her head back to the Dragon, Kiva stood her ground and looked her directly in the eyes again. She took a deep breath and made a decision.
ratafari has ever done, and something I'm incredibly proud of. I'd like to thank him and some close friends for beta reading the story as well. I've been so excited to release this and I'm glad it's finally out.Check the SoFurry upload HERE for the full res version.
In a city on Earth, where people toiled every day in massive steel structures to make a living, there stood a forest outside its borders. It fiercely warred against the city for territory, growing grass and weeds to steal land. The trees were logged for materials and the grass was cleared and paved over with concrete. Meanwhile, the foliage spread between cracks in the pavement despite the area being inhospitable to life. The cars mingling on the crowded roads roared louder than any single beast could ever hope to achieve and crushed whatever grew on it. The lush acres of thick treetops managed to block out most of the noise, and the wind brushing past the branches created a gentle melody of rustling leaves that blocked the noise of any vehicle on the pavement. There was a line drawn between the two, and in the middle, the chaos was a perfectly even split between them.
A seed, or perhaps a fruit grew out from one of the branches of a tree. Since this was a pine tree, the sight of it growing a fruit seemed unnatural to anyone with knowledge of the local ecosystem. The small black seed grew and grew, shifting colors until it landed on a smooth green texture and snapped off the branch where it rolled on the forest floor far below. Despite falling off the branch it was born on, the fruit continued its endless growth and rapidly increased its pace until it was almost as large as the massive arbor that had created it. Harsh lines formed in the round nut and split off like limbs extending off of it, even forming legs to balance on. Horns, a head, neck, arms, legs, tail…
Eventually, the creature's body solidified and its texture shifted into something closer to an animal. Green scales lay beneath a cotton shirt that terminated just above her waist, showing off a chiseled midsection covered in flexible plates that mimicked her stomach’s topography. Her eyes were an unreal shade of yellow like the light reflected off the moon, and her face was framed by four massive horns sprouting out the back of her head. They were wreathed in plant life that mimicked the shape of her horns, and large iridescent flowers bloomed off them.
Her movements were deliberate and gentle. Every step she took on the grass and dirt left no permanent mark on them, as if she was a ghost floating through the world. Despite her supernatural presence, her clothing was much more mundane. Her skirt and shirt were made of natural materials, and her sandals were woven out of a simple reed-like material that could have been bought at any tourist shop near the coast. Nothing on her body was made of metal where simple fabric straps would suffice.
Her head swiveled to her left and she honed her senses on a random spot next to her. A moment later, a thin line of blue energy was drawn in the air. It widened, forming an entrance with a facade like a wooden door one would see on a log cabin, only with a texture like the night sky. The door, only as tall as the Dragon woman's chest, slid open and revealed a smaller figure. She too looked like a creature out of a fantasy novel but was dressed in bell-bottom jeans and a cotton shirt with the image of a stereotypical wizard on the front. She looked like a Lynx that stood on two legs, but parts of her body were covered in crimson scales. One arm and leg on opposite sides of her body had wicked Draconic claws which were longer than her natural feline claws. A single jagged red horn grew out of the left side of her head, blocking the respective ear.
The door behind her was filled with stars, galaxies, universes, the entire cosmos unfiltered. A sense of wrongness invaded the mind of any living creature that stared at it long enough. Even the Dragon felt the border between worlds disturb her mind when she peered into it. Eventually, the gap in reality closed on its own and disappeared just as quickly as it appeared and the Lynx looked up at the Dragon and arched an eyebrow.
“Joxiris, how did you beat me here? I left before you did in a dimensional door!”
“Your paltry magic cannot compare to the blessings of nature.”
Her voice was like a choir’s song echoing throughout the trees. It was a growling predator, a bird singing, and a river flowing all at once. The Lynx cringed at the sensation of her telepathic message caressing her mind and waved a scaled hand at her.
“Can you quit it with the spooky voice thing? Bad enough we’re entering their plane without asking.”
“It’s not-” the Dragon cleared her throat and adjusted herself to a normal but deep and sultry voice. “I tread where I please, Saahira. They will be happy to have me in their godless universe. Besides, I seem to remember a certain wizard spying on different worlds with that orb collection of hers.” She sang the last sentence with the grace of an operatic veteran.
Saahira turned her head away from the accusatory stare of the goddess. She looked at her feet and the mulch beneath them. Unlike the Dragon, her boots flattened the landscape and left large marks on the forest floor. She almost jumped out of them when she looked up and those golden glowing eyes were in her face. Joxiris was bent over and looming next to her. Even at her new massive size, Saahira still felt like an ant next to a hurricane.
“Don’t mistake my levity for acceptance of your actions. What did you expect when you pierced the borders between universes just to spy on others for your entertainment? You could never imagine someone following your trail and finding your home. But that is the folly of all of your kind.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Saahira stood taller and challenged her gaze.
The goddess stood to her full height again and rumbled something in a guttural language. She switched back to their common language and repeated it using her ethereal voice.
“Mages. They ask if they can, but never if they should.”
At that, the Dragon spun on her heel and strode toward some destination known only to her. Saahira awkwardly coughed and stomped along with her, shadowing her. The odd duo passed through the forest both quietly and not so quietly. Saahira was not as graceful as Joxiris, and every one of her steps created loud booms that rustled the nearby trees and pasted anything she stepped on. That wouldn’t be so bad at her original height, but as a giant, every step was a small explosion. Joxiris turned back to her and scoffed.
“I will accept you destroying nature so long as you do not go out of your way to harm anything in my domain. You must be quieter than this though!”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not exactly used to being a giant! You only taught me how to stay this large yesterday! Any other mage would have failed to cast it in the first place, but you chose the best so cut me some slack!”
Saahira’s voice rose to not quite a yell. At their size, yelling would attract the attention of everyone in the country. Even Saahira’s low yell would have deafened anyone next to her. Joxiris’ face remained neutral as ever.
“This is true. If I am to have a companion they should be as grand as me. You are an excellent mage, but you are not divinity. Not yet.”
The Dragon put a hand on her hips and waited while Saahira took her time casting a spell at her feet to silence her movements. Her hands moved with practiced ease, gliding through the air with minimal resistance in her new clothes. She felt free in these simple garments, but also very vulnerable and practically naked. Even with her fur (albeit her summer coat), and the hot summer sun looming above them, the chill of the air bothered her.
“Why are we wearing these things again? I miss my robes. These raiments are much too thin and revealing.” The Lynx tugged at the strap on her shoulder, careful not to cut it with her claws.
She looked at Joxiris’ shirt: A small cotton thing with the words “Eat your greens” embroidered on it. A joke about her verdant scales and her love of nature, no doubt. But who would she ever allow to take a bite out of her?
“I thought it would be fun to dress like the mortals of this world. Besides, they make good disguises, don't you think?”
Saahira rolled her eyes and stretched her legs by lifting them and ‘marching’ in place.
“Oh yes, because they’ll never recognize we’re from another world so long as we wear their clothing. We’re only completely different species than them.”
Joxiris responded with a sly smile.
“So pessimistic! There are other Lynx here, you know!”
“Yes, but they aren’t half-Dragon. They also aren’t giants.”
"True. There are no real Dragons in this world. But some can call upon unique magic to grow to similar sizes as us." Joxiris cupped her chin in her hand and closed her eyes. "Imagine a society of giants who can choose to be big or small."
Saahira took a careful step and smiled when her boot made no noise stepping down on the forest detritus. Her next steps were much more enthusiastic and just as silent. Joxiris shrugged her shoulders and carried on, walking at the same pace as her companion. The giant's short hike was interrupted by a fantastic sight behind the final layer of trees. A city of steel, plastic, glass, and concrete lay ahead of them. Even with their magic expanding their bodies to incredible heights, the so-called 'skyscrapers' lived up to their name and dominated the skyline. The goddess and her new giant companion weren’t even half as tall as some of the tallest structures.
Saahira froze at the sight. “Gods, look at that. No wonder they build so large if some of them are giants.”
“Amazing what mortals can do without magic.” Joxiris sighed wistfully.
Saahira gasped. All of this and they have no magic? It made no sense. Her world still has people starving to death and these people managed all of this without a single spell? Or maybe… Did magic make them complacent? After all, Saahira would never have thought of making a steel tower like this when she could just wave her hand and mold the earth into a stone tower. She built her first home using spells to move the earth and wood without having to physically toil. Wizards seldom collaborated on larger projects, especially at this scale.
Joxiris did not seem bothered by the incredible productivity of this universe's inhabitants. She did, however, notice the forest trying and failing to take back the land it had once owned. Trees dotted the middle of some roads for decoration. A small quirk of her lips hinted at a smile but it never came.
“Clever of them to bend nature to their whims. Unfortunately, nature does not like to be controlled. I will bring unto them a paradise of lush green leaves and verdant hills. Their concrete jungle will become one with a real jungle.” Joxiris turned back to Saahira and smiled. “That is, unless someone were to stop me.”
Saahira moved to say something, anything to her. She had seen the devastation of a magical disaster before, even caused one, and she couldn’t stand idly while another one unfolded in front of her. But what could she do in the face of such incredible power?
The massive Dragon strode forward completely unbothered by the hustle and bustle of the city. Along the side of the road closest to them, tiny figures stood behind a brick barrier dotted with glass posts. The posts had tiny glass shapes inside them that Saahira could only guess the function of. The pedestrians pointed slim handheld boxes at Joxiris and stayed still despite each step bringing her closer to crushing them. Eventually, most of the people came to their senses and ran to the side to avoid her inevitable arrival. Joxiris’ sandalled foot flew through the divide and over a man who chose to stand his ground. He was rewarded with a video looking straight up at the skirted figure as she walked over him. The video would be seen by millions of people an hour after it was uploaded to the internet. Not that either of them would ever know or understand.
Joxiris' foot kicked a chunk of the wall out, causing a shower of debris to fly out onto the road. Her heel dug into the concrete and flattened a nearby parked car. The entire midsection of the vehicle was crushed into a fine sheet almost as thin and flat as the road it lay on. Meanwhile, the front of her foot sent a cascade of cracks through the pavement, and left a huge divot in the pavement shaped like her sandal. Her other leg bound forward and crashed onto the pavement with such force that it shook every car on the block and rattled the windows of a nearby building.
Alarms across the city went off in waves warning wanderers of the terrible titan’s tumultuous trampling. Sirens came after, signaling the movement of emergency services in response to Joxiris' entrance. Despite the inherent calamity of her arrival, Joxiris didn't even glance at the destruction caused by her presence. She simply raised her arms and channeled the magic inside her soul, causing her hands and eyes to glow with a bright green light which quickly grew in intensity. Her spell was meant to encompass the entire city and slowly fill it with plant life. She did not want to cause mass chaos or death, but if a few people were hurt during the transition then it was a necessary sacrifice to return them to nature's grasp.
Saahira’s body moved on its own ready to cast a counterspell, but she knew deep in her soul that no amount of her magic invested in the spell could stop what Joxiris was charging. The only time she ever came close to attaining that kind of magic was when she had mutated herself into a dragon, and the only thing she received from that was a permanent series of scars across her body that reminded her of her failure. She would try to stop Joxiris and she would most likely fail, but it would be better than not trying at all.
Joxiris reveled in the sensation of her magic pulsing through her body. She was lost in its comforting warmth and almost forgot what her original purpose was for calling it forth. The telltale feeling of Saahira’s magic exploding behind her was enough for her to let go of her budding spell. But suddenly, a flare of foreign energy inside the city knocked her out of her stupor, and her gaze fell onto a lone figure marching toward her on the road. At her current height, Joxiris couldn't easily tell what it was. All she knew was that the creature went from having the same amount of energy as the rest of the mortals to suddenly having more than every single one in the city. It wasn't any kind of magic she recognized. The mortal's energy expanded then contracted like it was breathing, and each breath inflated its form like a balloon filling with air. Her body continued expanding with each step until she was taller than any person could naturally grow.
From her position next to the trees, Saahira could see that she was a very strong-looking Wolf with white fur and even more revealing clothes than either of them. Somehow, the Wolf's muscles were larger and more defined than the literal goddess breaching her city's walls. The Wolf's face was incredibly wide like a bear's and her overall profile resembled a bear's more than a Wolf's. Despite her body swelling incredibly quickly and her weight far exceeding either of the giants, her footsteps were careful and barely shook the nearby glass windows. Her feet were protected by very thin sandals which grew with her and spread her weight more evenly across the concrete than her bare feet would have.
When she reached Joxiris, her head kept climbing higher until they could stare straight into each other’s eyes. She stopped a stride away from the goddess and bared her fangs.
“What. The fuck! Do you two think you’re doing?!” She bellowed, shaking the nearby glass with her voice alone.
Each shout was punctuated by a growth spurt that made her taller than Joxiris by a full head. Her stature and musculature cut an intimidating figure, and Saahira felt her booming voice shake her bones even though she was so far away. Despite all that, Joxiris didn’t move. Her face betrayed no emotion while the Wolf continued her rant.
“Do you know how many people you just hurt with that little stunt of yours? You probably think it wasn’t that bad, right? But even if nobody died, there were still injuries from the panic you caused. People’s lives are still on the line.”
She looked down at the road and made a derisive snort at the holes Joxiris’ claws had gouged out.
“It costs a lot of money to fix a major road. And while it’s being fixed, it’ll slow down traffic and cause a bunch of slowdowns for everyone.” She pointed to the flattened car behind the Dragon. “See that?”
Joxiris didn’t turn around. “The metal carriage? What of it?”
“That car costs money too. And unlike the road, one person has to pay for it. If their insurance doesn’t cover a giant stepping on it then they have just lost their only means of driving home or getting to work.”
“Ensure-ants?” The goddess tilted her head to the side and kept her eyes on the Wolf. “Yes, they do look like ants from down here, don’t they?”
That was the wrong answer. The Wolf's muscles tensed, her tail straightened out behind her, and she lowered her head to stare down at Joxiris. Saahira had seen that body language in other Wolves before they attacked. She dashed out from her position and made it to the road in three large hops, taking advantage of her naturally athletic feline build. She slowed down in time to avoid stepping on the few people who hadn't fled after the initial chaos, despite her recently cast spell preventing her feet from causing any harm to whatever she stood on.
“In theory, I should be able to step on them without hurting them. But I don’t know if I cast it right while the giant spell is running.”
The Lynx hopped past the broken wall and held out her hands in a placating motion, then slowly approached the Wolf.
“Hello. Please don’t start a fight with her! She doesn’t understand what she’s doing!”
The Wolf arched an eyebrow down at her and her facial features relaxed. Her body, however, looked just as tense and ready to explode into motion. Saahira was surprised her words worked. If the confrontation escalated then she would have had to use magic to either calm the giant or back up Joxiris in a fight.
“Both options are terrible when one considers that:
a) Giants are notoriously resistant to magic, and my spells aren’t working the same now that I’m also a giant
b) I have qualms about using magic to manipulate people’s minds
c) A fight between three giants would either cause insane damage to the city or the forest. Thousands of innocents would die and the wrath of a nature goddess focused on us doesn’t sound ideal.”
The wizard blinked and realized she was staring at Kiva lost in thought.
“I’m Saahira. This is Joxiris.”
Saahira's hand moved from herself to the Dragon as she spoke, then it moved to the Wolf who followed her hand with her head but occasionally flicked her eyes to Joxiris.
“Kiva.” She growls.
"Thank you, Kiva." Saahira tried to maintain eye contact. Sometimes that is seen as a threat to certain species. Or a challenge. Still, 'civilized' species consider it necessary or the speaker loses their respect. Saahira was willing to take that risk.
“Who the hell are you two, and what are you doing?”
Kiva's voice sounded warbled, like her emotions were threatening to burst out of her and explode in their faces. Saahira couldn't tell if she was about to cry or howl.
“I know she seems antagonistic, but Joxiris doesn’t go out of her way to harm others or start fights. She just gets fixated on whatever goal she sets for herself.”
“Is she autistic?”
“I don’t know what that means.” Saahira's ears drooped. Admitting to not knowing something was uncomfortable. A lifetime of being the smartest person around hadn’t prepared her for situations where she suddenly was not.
“It means, uh…” Kiva looks between them and suddenly relaxes. Her shoulders dropped, her leg muscles almost seemed to shrink when they untensed, and she stood up straight. Her tail lowered near its base but still looked a little tense, staying very still.
“Gods, she’s huge.” Saahira stepped between them, acting as their literal middleman.
“You two really aren’t from around here, are you?”
“No, we’re not. We’re actually travelers from-”
Joxiris stepped forward, closing the gap between them and leaving another gash in the pavement with her claws. Her sheer weight also left cracks around the edge of her sandal which splintered out like a spiderweb.
“You forget your place, Saahira. You are not my liaison to this world. You are meant to be my apprentice while I teach you the path to ascension. Instead, you claim to represent me?”
Kiva physically recoils when Joxiris’ voice echoes in her mind. Her instincts scream at her to get away from this thing as quickly as she can. Instead, the second she regains control of herself, Kiva takes a step forward and pushes her chest out at her in a subconscious display of dominance. Joxiris smiles, the first emotion she has shown to the inhabitants of this world.
“As for you, it has been quite some time since I have met a true giant.”
The goddess stepped forward, completely ignoring Saahira despite roughly pushing her with her body. The Draco-Lynx stumbles back and tries to avoid having her toes stepped on and barely manages to weave between a pair of scaly legs almost as thick and tall as her. Joxiris’ bountiful chest jostled in her face free of any restraint except the novelty shirt she was wearing.
“You have more potential than any I have met in the multiverse. Even Saahira could not manage to grow herself to this extent before my help.” Her eyes sweep up and down Kiva’s form, ogling every curve and muscle on her. “To think you can control your size this well without a teacher. You will make a great servant.”
“Excuse me?” Kiva steps forward, mirroring Joxiris’ aggressive steps.
“Please listen to me!” Saahira spins to face her and pleads beneath them. “She’s not trying to-”
Joxiris took one more daring step forward and instantly silenced Saahira when she pushed her into Kiva's body. Fur and scale met fur and scale in a confusing crash of colossi. Seemingly delighted to see her struggling, Joxiris took her time pushing Saahira against herself and slowly compressing her head between their breasts. Instead of accepting her new position, Saahira ducked beneath them. Unfortunately, she was still tangled up in a sea of legs and thighs that pinched her between them. Joxiris' thighs may have been almost as large as Saahira, but Kiva's thighs were as heavy as the Lynx's body.
Kiva's eyes rapidly jumped between the goddess and her partner. Eventually, her eyes stuck to their chests while Joxiris puffed hers out and rubbed it against her. She could feel that neither of them was wearing a bra.
“I don’t get it.” Kiva’s head tilted back up and she stared into Joxiris’ moonlit eyes.
“What is there to understand? Accept my blessing and become like me. Reach heights of power no mortal could hope to achieve.”
“No, I mean, what? Are you threatening me or coming onto me?”
“We may explore any relationship that you desire. If you learn best with me as your master then so be it. If you learn best from a lover then I am willing to experiment. I find you quite fetching.”
Joxiris’ words shook the air with a greater presence than they should have, and suddenly her words echoed in Kiva’s head like an alarm bouncing off the walls of her skull. Images flooded her mind and filled it with visions of the past, present, and future. The past, every past that they had experienced. Learning her first spell, growing up in the wilds and hunting her first boar, an experiment gone wrong, a fight with a monster, meeting a god, ascension. She saw futures where she learned with them, grew with them as her own god, and ushered in a new age of peace to her world. All of this in the span of an instant, like an archive of memories and visions transmitted to her by the goddess.
Kiva gasped and checked her footing, almost tripping on herself and the smaller giant between them. When Joxiris’ words hit her she stumbled and almost stepped on her, then cursed when she felt her horn rub up against her chest.
“I can’t, I mean… I have a life here. People I love that I can’t abandon.”
A green-scaled arm gently rose to meet Kiva's cheek, hovering near it for a moment before cupping her with its palm. Smooth tentacle-like vines crawled from Joxiris' body and twisted around her arm until they reached her fingertips. Tiny flowers sprouted out of the ends with gradient petals that shifted from white to red, the same colors as Kiva's fur and eyes.
“I would never ask you to abandon your world or your people. But you would need to take excursions to other worlds with us and learn my way of living, and what it truly means to be a god.”
Joxiris' eyes flashed for a moment and Kiva swore she saw more than her reflection in them. A kaleidoscope of different worlds flashed in her pupil for a second, gone in a literal blink of an eye.
“What kind of god would I be? Am I gonna have to learn more magic like you two?”
“I cannot say what domain you would hold beyond what is obvious. Saahira will be a god of magic and scholarly pursuits. Or perhaps her true nature will surprise us. I will teach you what you want, what you need, and what you are capable of. What you do with that power is up to you.”
“And what do gods usually do?”
“Rule their people?”
Kiva flinched at her words. She was thinking about it but her mind rejected it.
"If you like. You may rule this world. Or not. You may live in a paradise of your creation. Or you could do what I do and bring something to the worlds you visit that they are lacking."
Beneath them, Saahira's struggling slowed down and the Lynx found a comfortable position to stand. She tried to grab onto both giants' hips for support but they both reflexively grabbed her hands and held her close like a group hug.
“Make your decision now, Kiva. I will not be returning after this.”
Kiva contemplated her, staring deep into her eyes. Then she turned her head to Saahira who she could barely see past their chests. Her gaze swept across the street to the casual destruction the goddess had left in her wake, and the crowds barely a few steps away. She could do better than that, right? Does becoming a god ruin a person’s morals, or does it reveal what was always there? She thought long and hard about the conversations she had with her husband when she first learned to control her size. When he entered her thoughts, she spun her head around and caught a glimpse of the crowd directly behind her. They were a mass of people hidden beneath the shade of the nearest building, cowering in fear at the situation. Their cries and panicked movements were muted by the sound of sirens surrounding them.
Turning her head back to the Dragon, Kiva stood her ground and looked her directly in the eyes again. She took a deep breath and made a decision.
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I love everything about this and am already hoping for more story about these three!
Enormous dragonborn ladies! A mage who only needs ten minutes of being a giant to design a spell that makes it possible to step on people safely! Fiercely protective massive wolf gal... Really enjoying what your imagination came up with. If someone as caring about the little people as Kiva becomes a divinity, I'm totally in favor of it... especially if she still wants belly rubs.
Enormous dragonborn ladies! A mage who only needs ten minutes of being a giant to design a spell that makes it possible to step on people safely! Fiercely protective massive wolf gal... Really enjoying what your imagination came up with. If someone as caring about the little people as Kiva becomes a divinity, I'm totally in favor of it... especially if she still wants belly rubs.
Once again, I really appreciate your comments. Your love for giant fics and my fics specifically always brings me joy.
She may adopt a different outfit after ascending, but the belly rubs shirt is tattooed on her soul. No amount of power will change her love of intimate moments like that.
This is a really special story for me. It's like my big crossover event. Most of my characters coming together and interacting how they reasonably should. It feels like the culmination of years of effort.
She may adopt a different outfit after ascending, but the belly rubs shirt is tattooed on her soul. No amount of power will change her love of intimate moments like that.
This is a really special story for me. It's like my big crossover event. Most of my characters coming together and interacting how they reasonably should. It feels like the culmination of years of effort.
The "ensure-ants" joke was stolen a reference to Discworld. The few books I've read by Terry Pratchett are pure genius and I highly recommend picking them up.
I don't think Kiva and Vinny's relationship would change much. The disparity in power between them would widen, but it wouldn't seem that way from either of their perspective. At the end of the day, she's the same Kiva and he's the same Vinny.
I don't think Kiva and Vinny's relationship would change much. The disparity in power between them would widen, but it wouldn't seem that way from either of their perspective. At the end of the day, she's the same Kiva and he's the same Vinny.
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