Waking for the morning, Sini stretched his neck over the cliff and said a long yawn, his outstretched wings trembling till his invigorating flex climaxed. He loosened himself, then dived down over the misty valley of auburn spruces and firs, and soared over its winding length for some time, his body swinging rhythmically between the steep slopes which buttressed the neighboring mountains. After readying his flight muscles for the day, he dropped down and landed for breakfast. He was delicately disturbing the silence—pacing, looking, sniffing—when he spotted through the trees a burn spot shaped like a sunflower on the ground. Something ovular sat on top of it. Sini approached, and a pleased rumble left him.

An egg. Not just any egg. An egg that faintly glowed lavender. Its outer layer seemed to be chitinous or volcanic. He nosed the egg. A weak pulse of movement answered. He rolled his tongue tip against his teeth, contemplative. Eat it, one voice told him. Another was offended by the order. Have you ever seen an egg like this before? Would you eat so special an egg? That is what it said, but the first voice replied, That's exactly why I would eat it.

Lashing his tail in conflict, Sini harrumphed and shrugged a couple times. He snatched the egg in one paw, then reared, holding it to his breast. He lifted off, and then stole home with a slightly asymmetric flight because of the object he held.

Setting the egg—which was about twice the size of his paw—on his cave floor, he said, "Alright, you. When you hatch, I'll have a nice look at you to quell the curiosity, but then I'm gonna gobble ya. That's the food-chain; we've all got to be taught it when we're young."

So he paced around the cave, muttering things to either himself or the egg with a growly belly, and waited for some hatching sounds to herald breakfast. After some time, he wondered aloud: "How long do you take to hatch?" then rubbed the egg with a way of fortune teller mysticism, as though that would prompt a reply. The egg had cooled down. This time, it shivered instead of pulsing. That worried the black-and-purple dragon. Was the egg's tenant being ceased? How awful would that be, if it never hatched by itself: if he cracked it open and found some dead thing covered in phlegm?

A hatchling has the right to seeing a handsome dragon before he or she is eaten, Sini decided with resolve. He nested on the egg for a few hours, keeping it toasty with the purple scales of his dragon belly. An hour drove by, and the egg pulsated more happily, but by then Sini could eat a gosh darned chimera, so he left to forage for food. He did so with a quickness, so as not to leave unsupervised his eggie for too long.

Days passed. Hunting shifts and childcare shifts made up the bulk of his schedule. On the seventh day, when he was warming the eggie, a cracking sound came from under him. Eggshells and mucus, he could suddenly feel sticking to his belly.

Oh, it's hatching! "Woah, woah, woah." He skittered off the egg, then slumped his head down as low as he could to watch it happen. Chitinous black fractals splintered off the egg, steamed on the ground. What shall come from all this, he wondered?

Crunck! A moon-shaped section of egg popped off. From the gap unfurled a feathery black wing. Scarlet feathers edged the wing, and then a second wing burst free, flappity-flappin'. Then, the whole egg shattered. Out tottered a little eagle, lavender of belly, cream of head, black of talon and beak with a scarlet beak-tip.

"Chirrup?!"

Ropes of egg-phlegm arrested one wing, so when it (he?/she?) hopped forward, the ensnarement yanked it back. Wings beating in fright, it began to swing back on a heel, its feathers flying. Sini groaned a cry. He stuck a paw behind the bird, so that when it fell it plopped onto his sole with a shrill croon. Bringing its beady red eyes up to Sini, it gaped ... and then blinked happily, hooking its beak around his thumb-claw for a playful wrestle. Sini watched it curl around his claw and wriggle so delicately, and listened to its cooing. Touched and ashamed: he felt both. He now found the notion to eat it thoroughly repulsive.

"Okay ... okay." He stroked the mohawk of its head, and purred to its warm, mirthful warbling.

Days passed, and Sini had learned two things: The eagle is a male, and he grows really fast. In the beginning his head was no higher than Sini's ankle, but he had grown to the height of Sini's quadruped knees. And since Sini stood thirteen feet tall, that made the eagle maybe the size of your average bear. "Must be all the protein I've been feeding you!" Sini tried counting the number of birds and squirrels and rabbits and deer he'd given the eagle to glut his belly with. The eagle could now swallow live deer whole, which was a neat trick Sini liked to watch, though the watching had come at the expense of him not tasting any deer of his own for a while.

What was incredible was how the eagle developed after the fifth day, post-hatching: He began to speak; and in his vocabulary were strange words and phrases Sini had never taught him—couldn't have taught him—such as "car" and "commute" and "crush a bus."

"Crush a what?" Sini had asked. The bird had only glared at him: the frustrated look of one whose vocabulary is too limited to express their vivid imagination.

Not only was the eagle saying strange things: He had grown to nine feet tall, and his head had risen higher than Sini's front shoulders. No more need did Sini have to hunt for him; Sini had seen him chase down and swallow whole a pack of wolves. The dragon swore that, sometimes, the eagle had little hiccups of growth after a meal. Certainly he was growing during the daytime, which both amused and alarmed Sini. How much would the eagle grow?

The growth snowballed. It became so fast that, after two weeks, Sini had to look up at the eagle because the eagle stood two feet taller than him. Sini would have been incredibly nervous about this, if the eagle weren't constantly tackling him and cuddling with him, and especially if the eagle had been unable to talk. One morning, Sini was baffled to hear him say:

"My name is Sanya, and I remember all that has happened to me ..."

Over the valley they soared, with only space enough between their beating wings to avoid collision. Sanya spoke of a world where humans cluttered the land and used technology inconceivable in this one to bend all the other beasts of the world to their will. One such technology, a human alchemist (called a scientist in the Sanya-world) had used to try to destroy Sanya, because he had been a giant eagle whose dream was to eat and stomp on many humans. The technology didn't do what it was supposed to, though. Instead, it imbued Sanya with the ability to absorb some of the mass of the creatures he ate and grow from it. That ability, in time, had boosted Sanya to kaiju size (another term that confused Sini). So humans stopped trying to destroy him and instead devised a way to shoot him into another universe—which just so happened to revert him to zero years old. For whatever reason, he had been able to revert to his mature adult state rather quickly.

All of Sanya's story would have confuzzled even a listener from Sanya's world, where all moves faster and people are acclimatized to condensed information. Sini was not only confuzzled, but entirely lost. It took another two hours of questions and anecdote responses for him to kind of understand the plot.

Both of them landed on a precipice, and Sanya concluded, "Since I'm stuck in this world, at least for now, I wonder: Are there any humans to stomp or eat around here?"

"Well, there are humans, but there are other societies of sapient peoples which are more common around here, and also better-tasting, in my opinion. Are you really picky about what you eat, though?"

Silly question, Sini thought after asking, considering I've been feeding him everything BUT humans. Then again, there aren't really any humans to cherry-pick around here: no privilege for being picky.

Sanya squawked a chuckle. "Picky? Whatever has protein in it, that's what I want to eat. So, tell me, are you okay with me being a menace to society? At least, in another universe?"

"Well, I would rather be okay with it than be the one getting menaced."

"Awr, don't say such things! You raised me, little dragon. I would not menace you." Sanya tackled him, pinned him to the ground in the way of a bird-of-prey, and slurped affectionately at his snout. "I do desire to continue growing: to become even bigger than I was in my world. But you can say sincerely if you'd rather not have me getting huge here and disturbing the balance of your world. Maybe I could find a way to deter my growth until I returned to my own."

Sini brooded intensely, with eagle slather slinking waxily down his snout. "No, I think I want you to get as big as you can be, whether you do so in this world or that world. Yeah, I want to help you! In fact, if you grow so much from creatures rich in protein, I wonder, how much would you grow if you were fed creatures rich in magic?"

"Magic? ... Like D&D?"

"Dee and who? I mean, you grow from physical power, right? Maybe you could grow even more from supernatural power."

"Ahh, that exists? Yes, that sounds delightful. Ooh, are dragons magical in this world?"

Teasingly, Sanya leaned close and breathed over Sini as if ready to eat him. Sini wriggled uncomfortably, then answered, "W-well ... some are? Not me, but—"

"I want to taste them. Yes, feed me all of them. And all the other magical things. Feed me everything that would make me most powerful! That, or I'll eat you."

Ninety-nine percent of Sini knew the eagle was kidding, but he'd rather see his kinfolk go down an eagle's maw than himself. And, besides, going out of his territory to say hi to other dragons seemed like a fine vacation. "Dragons are much larger and more dangerous than bears, now," he warned.

"Oh, I know of Smaug and Saphira and the like." Sanya waved a wing dismissively. "You are what you eat! The more powerful, the better. That only makes me hungrier."

Unable to dispute that logic, Sini gathered himself to his feet. They decided that there was no need to delay Sanya's feast, so Sini paced around the precipice till he had found south, then sprung into the sky and caught a thermal, and his eagle friend/adopted former kaiju tailed him.

Travel from the Ornerfine Valley to the Madesmith Cordillera took less than ten minutes, since they flew briskly. For flying strenuously there was no need. In a cave held at a lofty height, there dwelled an ancient red dragon named Rarfstarn, who had over the course of his lifetime burned down thirteen castles and eaten thousands of beautiful women of various species, hundreds of whom he had enslaved to do lewd things for him. It was with a comfort granted him only because of the pride of his great notoriety that this thousand-year-old dragon snored soundly on a bed of treasure whose myriad winking colors was prismatic.

Suddenly, silhouettes stomped through his cave threshold. He woke with the startling reflexes of a war veteran whose mind will never allow him to deem himself a retired one. Gold streamed down from the pile that was his bed as his bed as he—having risen to thirty feet tall from talon to top of the head—paced toward the intruders in that stadium-sized lair.

"Outsiders, you dare break my period of rest?"

As he spoke, his infamous magic which had repelled Sini from this cordillera for years was already being woven. The dragon seemed to grow to be one hundred feet tall. The cave seemed to grow hundreds of feet taller to contain him. Sini and Sanya were by magic being persuaded to think that either Rarfstarn had grown everything but them or had simply shrunk them.

In the past, no one had been bold enough to not try to flee the red's lair after the working of this magic, not even those who knew it was all an illusion, for many a dragon who can cast so mighty an illusion has in him or herself a much realer might that mustn't be provoked.

But Sanya didn't fear. He viewed the dragon's magic power not as something legendary to test himself against, but as something delicious to be devoured. How it would be devoured was the only question. His history of having his way gave him much serotonin, which matched that of even the dragon, whose list of victories dated back to a time of which the histories were already getting foggy. Sanya pounced on what the illusion portrayed to be the dragon's ankle and broke the illusion, revealing that he'd attacked the dragon's knee.

Roaring perturbedly, Rarfstarn was wrung off the legs of his right flank and thrown to the ground, once again a thirty-foot-tall dragon to the intruders' eyes. But he had iller magicks to counterattack with.

The dragon uttered some incantation so foul, Sanya felt unclean having heard it, without even knowing the meaning of the words. Rarfstarn snaked out from under the bird in a transformative blur, his form traced by fumes of unholy plasma. He changed into a great king cobra, then wrapped himself around the eagle, squeezing him with coils that could crush the most well-masoned watchtower.

Indignantly Sini roared. He rushed forward, trying to get in range to use his breath projectile. But with a hiss, the crimson cobra wheeled to face him with a sorcerous flash of the eyes, which conjured out of thin air a short length of rope. Very quickly it elongated, and then wound round Sini until his wings and limbs were parcelled together in an uncomfortable cluster. The black-and-purple dragon fell to the ground, writhing, growling, twisting in his bonds. Rope coiled around his snout, muzzling it, so he couldn't even belch an attack.

"Two sssssnacks!" Cobra Rarfstarn laughed a decadent laugh. "And sso large. Digesting the both of you should ssssupply me with mana enough for ssseveral fun transformation and conjuring spellsss. I may have to come out of hibernation and pay the kirin sscities of the north a visit just to exert all the vast energies you both shall give me."

Sini and Sanya cried out, splenetic, desperate. Sini saw the frustration on the face of the bird he'd raised in two weeks; and over him drew the terrible knowing of the fact that, this first time he'd led Sanya to have a truly splendid meal, he'd blundered so badly. Forget that he was worthy of the worst distrust; the two of them might not last long enough to have their falling out.

As he lay upside-down, he saw the treasure pile of Rarfstarn dissolving magically at the top, and thought, That must be it: the matter from which he's making so much mana. If only he were a fire dragon: He could breathe a brilliant stream of flame and melt the gold and jewels, to test his theory that Rarfstarn was burning his hoard as a fuel source.

Of course, why hypothesize about being a fire dragon when a breath of mind poison would do weller to toggle the source of their dilemma? Thank you very much for that, Sini answered his thoughts, irritated. Because I can totally open my mouth, right?

Suddenly, he became aware of the Sharp Little Stalagmite just a squirm's length away from his snout, and felt very stupid. He glanced at Rarfstarn, to check that he wasn't being watched. The cobra was trying to yawn his jaws over the bird's head, but every time he lunged for the swallow, Sanya pecked him in one of the nostrils or eyes, which resulted in rasping curses that rang through the cave. Accordingly resolved, Sini flopped close to the Sharp Little Stalagmite, then sawed the ropes around his snout with it, liberating a fetid mouth whose breath was not preferred to the plague.

He squirmed on his back into projectile range, then released a noxious belch of mind poison whose sole target was the snake. The purple filth enfiladed the cobra's hooded head, entrenching his mind with the mindset of some slutty, servile subordinate.

"E-ehh?" Long-necked head teetering, the dazed cobra began to breathe in and out the fumes lustfully, though the eagle looked a little surprised, but mostly immune. Out of Rarfstarn's lower length sprung, from a moist slit, a long pink cock that an oceanologist would expect on not a cobra but a dolphin. "Eh-heheh ... What are you doing in my coils, Angry Beak?"

Then Sanya experienced something sublime, though he might have expected to sooner see a portal to his home-world come out of Sini's mouth: The muscled cobra loosened and unravelled from him, and then glided over the floor, grinding himself against the dragon and then the eagle with a suggestive intimacy. Sanya fluttered his wings, speechless. He shot a look at Sini, who seemed vaguely concentrated on the snake, though the dragon still countered with a brief glance at him.

"Command him as you please," Sini said, smiling. The ropes binding him, no longer focused on by the cobra, loosened enough for him to shred free of them, and then he got to his feet.

Sanya still seemed as confused as Sini had been when the eagle had recounted the story of his transit to Sini's world, but then Rarfstarn nudged into his cheek feathers with an indifference to personal bubbles. The snake's snake-musk brushed over Sanya's nostrils, setting his mohawk upright and snapping his attention to the snake's rigid cock. Candy red magic seemed to ooze from that shaft, the same way bright yellow seems to glow about warm-blooded creatures through the lenses of heat vision. With a half-revived thirst for power, Sanya ordered the cobra:

"Give me your magic to drink."

Something about what Sanya said jolted Rarfstarn upright. The dragon regarded the length of his body with which a master architect regards a mansion of his own make in disrepair. How callous to this vessel he was being, he thought for a split second ... but then, an uglier blast of Sini's breath washed over him, and he jumped (to the extent that snakes can jump), and said, "D-drink? Wha?"

Impatient, Sanya tromped to the snake's cock, then bobbed his beak down on the twitching length and began to milk it of its pre and magic. Only a fount of pre and a leakage of that sinfully spicy magic gushed down his avian craw. Yet, he could already feel the throbbing length in his beak shrinking by association with the crimson cobra, who was shrinking entirely: From a length that matched the height of his dragon shape, thirty feet long, Rarfstarn dwindled to twenty-eight feet long. The king cobra spattered slather over his snake snout with a hiss of lust, and then wrapped himself around Sanya from the top down, so that his cock remained in place to be consumed on tap, while he bobbed his head under Sanya's tailfeathers, moaning and hissing.

Meanwhile, Sanya moaned from the steady flow of the cocktail of mana and pre. He grew from fifteen feet tall to seventeen. Yet, he could sense more power being withheld from him in those snake loins: power that was behind a floodgate, through which only an inkling of the cobra's magic was leaking from a crack. Determined to steal all the power, Sanya dipped down his beak and deepthroated the cock, his beak-tip diving into that slick, mucous membranous slit. And the king cobra groaned lewd protests, which he hoped never to be answered, trembling, throbbing his bird-ensnaring coils, fanning his snout into those tailfeathers—which soon became the act of fanning his snout over Sanya's groin, because each suckle of his cock usurped him of more of his size. The eagle grew to twenty feet tall while the cobra shrivelled to twenty-five feet tall, and the shrinkage pulled him farther up the eagle, forcing him to begin undoing his coils. At length his length bulged with seed, and then exploded from its cock slit with a viscid deluge. Destroyed was the floodgate, so his nethers dumped all his virile seed and magic into Sanya's belly steadily.

Sapping up each rope of hot splooge supercharged Sanya. Because his gut increased so quickly in girth, both from being filled and from his body expanding overall, the king cobra had to unloop all of his coils entirely, lest the eagle burst right through them. Rarfstarn came undone quite like how the tangle of a surging hose comes undone from an ensnared boulder: with wild sweeping motions. With no eagle left to hold onto, he flailed to the ground and continued to sputter hot seed for another half a second, having shrivelled to twenty feet tall. Sanya shook in ecstasy, his wings frisking this way and that to the paroxysms of his flesh, the crunching and the popping of his enlarging bones. Impressions, akin to bursting out of a straight jacket time and again, came to him with pulses of growth, with dopamine skating through his skull, with megalomania being convinced it was time to come out and play because the conditions for it to thrive had been set.

Doves fluttered in Sini's chest, for thumps of bird footsteps thrummed the ground, for the eagle he had kind of/sort of raised from infancy swelled in size to more than double his own size. Chitinous, charcoal black eagle feet—which had always been large in proportion to Sanya's body: as broad as the base of his neck, and longer than his skull from the beak-tip to the back—maintained the same size ratio to the rest of him, while swelling so large that, soon, a single foot could wrap its lustrous, callused talons around Sini's main body and pin him down with unwavering strength. Sanya not only grew so big that his purple-plumed breast ran at eye level for Sini: He grew immeasurably horny, so that a pink cock the length of one of his paws rose fully from its slit, dribbling with a need shared with its owner for dominance.

And then Sini gawked, for suddenly, Rarfstarn's face elongated and teeth enlarged and horns returned; and his breaths of fatigue began to carry flame-sparks; and all down him, the length of his body and its underbelly of perfectly aligned segments of scale—of pleasureful, gleaming crimson—began groaning, morphing outward, remaking dragon legs and wings of stalwart muscle from the absence thereof; as well as the bulky, dextrous tail and the back spines and the talons. Fully reverted was the infamous sorcerer dragon. But he was sorcerous no more, because he had cummed out all of his supernatural power; and since most of that seed had sated Sanya, the eagle now visibly breathed magic and perspired magic. A-glow was it around his body, an aura of carnal candy red.

And HE was the larger, the stronger both physically and magically now. Unfortunately for Rarfstarn, now was when Sini signalled out to his fog of mind poison with a thought and nulled it, freeing the red drake from his hypnosis. At once Rarfstarn recalled what he had done and what had been done to him; and he vaulted into a rush toward Sini, roaring, "I'll have your HORNS in my HOARD!"

But the evolved eagle dwarfed the red by half of the red's height, and hurtled onto him. With the full-body spew of passion that can be unlocked by a vengeful one who has finally seized power over his former master, Sanya, with wings locked around him, drove him to his stomach, then plunged his shaft into the tight, moist silken depths of the warm-blooded reptile's ass, mounting him with an aggressive groan. The dragon bugled out and struggled, and the bird bucked his billiard stick and buried his birdhood deeper with overboard arousal and conviction, abundantly leaking his pre into the breeding grounds.

His cock bottomed out. He squalled between heavy quickening gasps of pleasure, and then clutched the dragon close, dropping his agape beak close to the dragon's nape. Rarfstarn scraped claw marks into the ground, howling as the seed shot into his belly, inflating it from the shape of a mound to the shape of a sphere.

And when Sanya had finally emptied himself of his load, he stood over the beaten, cum-stuffed dragon, greedy. He had already stolen all the magic of the dragon and dominated him, but he wanted more. He wanted his body to claim the dragon, so he unsheathed himself and then paced back far enough so that he could yawn his jaws over the dragon's tail, and suckle on it. Devoid of magic, Rarfstarn could only lash his tail and flap his wings and beat his feet to deter himself being swallowed, but the eagle devoured him nonetheless. Sanya groaned as he clogged his craw with the broad tail alone, especially as he drew towards its base, but that feathery gullet began to really expand when he consumed the hindquarters, rolling his tongue over the cum-dribbling tail vent and over the flaccid, spent nethers in the process.

Sini had refrained from poisoning Rarfstarn again, only because he'd seen how much Sanya had the eating of the red under control, despite the red's convulsions of ire, but Sanya gagged a couple of times, as though his windpipe had become confused; and Sini wanted to help the bird however he could; so he huffed his toxins, placating Rarfstarn, and then pushed on the red dragon's shoulders to the rhythm of Sanya's gulps, forcing the draconic baggage farther down the bird's digestive tract with boisterous squelches. Soon, the bird's belly swelled, but far more than he had swelled the dragon's belly with seed. As Sanya's beak closed over the draconic head, Sini could already hear the digestive system grumbling around the ghastly shapes of the compacted prey, which had been partially obscured by the bird's lavender plumage. The poison dragon rumbled contentedly; and removing his slathered-up hands from the bird's mouth after finishing his feeding, he drove his claws through the bushy belly feathers and rubbed with sentimentality all over the contours of the spheroid bulge, cherishing the digestion of the dragon for how it would nourish his bird buddy.

With avarice and nonchalance, the bird's powerful belly metabolized an organism who had been menacing this world for a thousand years and more, as though Rarfstarn were no more than an avian's average meal of worm. Each and every part of the dragon broke down to upgrade the bird, whose belly deflated as he surged from thirty feet tall to thirty-five, forty feet tall from assimilating the mass of his prey ... Even Sini grew intimidated by the growth spurt, by the luster of power-hunger in Sanya's eyes; and reflexively, he backed away. But Sanya seized him, mid-growth.

It would be inaccurate to say Sanya mounted him: Does a person mount a fleshlight? It would be fairer to say that Sanya donned Sini on his cock. He slumped against the wall of the cave and embraced the increasingly small dragon against his belly with wing arms and pumped the dragon's tail vent down on his shaft, which already began to erect despite how recently he had released into Rarfstarn. Sini dwindled to almost one-fourth the height of the bird, while Sanya absorbed the last of the red dragon's mass, growing to fifty feet tall.

The poison dragon took the eagle's orgasm, and elated, for he grew from his previous elephantine size to forty feet tall, becoming large enough to trample elephants and to be within the same size category as Sanya. When the bird's seed had been fully absorbed by his dragon belly, Sini was pulled off of the limp shaft by Sanya, and the two purred and nuzzled muzzle to beak, their bodies limp and buttery from the fluids of sex.

Before entering this world, Sanya had menaced his own world, where all creatures were lesser to him. It was exhilarating to him: the idea of being able to gain power, but to also share it with one whom he loved. Having tasted the corruptive power of magic for the first time on the world Scaleback, Sanya and Sini thirsted for more. However, now that Sini had grown over thrice his original size and Sanya had grown taller than most three-storey buildings, the two viewed even the eldest of dragons as mere runts to be bullied. But neither of them cared for toying around: They yearned for deific power. From whom or what would they gain it?

Seeking an answer, Sini scoured the hoard of Rarfstarn, hoping to find a magical artifact or a clue of some sort which would point to where or how the red had amassed his sorcerous potency. Unfortunately, such secrets were too precious to be left in a hoard. But Sini DID find was a notebook, in which Rarfstarn had written—amongst other things—of places from which he'd intended to steal magical artifacts in the future, to absorb their magical power.

"Ahh. This is both a bummer and an exciter," Sini said, and chuckled, continuing to read with his body reared.

"Hmm? What did you find, dear dragon?" Sanya perched his fluffy head on Sini's temple, and peered down at the book held.

"Always thought our dragon of notoriety had honed his magic through means of work, discipline and the accruing of wisdom. Nah, he just leeched magic from hecka objects and subjects. See here? A list of artifacts and mages he wanted to hijack to absorb their power, and THEN a list of the aforementioned that he'd absorbed already."

"Soo ..." Sanya probed, unsure of where the exciter was in the diary of a dragon who was a goner.

Sini pinned a place on a page with his claw, with a studently smirk. "So, here are coordinates to a seaside city called Glassar-Cane Entrepôt, where secret arcane magic has been hidden in a vault. And even if we're unable to break in, we could at least pay the guards a visit, who apparently have vast magical powers of their own that we could leech! Y'see here?" He read the script aloud.

"Huh!" Scratching his head with one of his wings, in a way that said he did not fully understand the plan but would be fine with learning via experience, Sanya okayed it; and then when they flew out from the cave, he fell behind the dragon with a grateful look on his face. Sini glanced back, blinked happily at him, and then accelerated, and as they soared over the bases of the last Bursmatian mounts, the autumnal deciduous treetops of Kitsurin Forest rocked and rolled wildly from the turbulence that accompanied the pair of vast, sweeping shadows.

Soon, they would learn of how absorbing an absorber of magic had expanded the arsenal of ways through which they could steal magic from objects, creatures and people ... Before, Sanya had needed to devour a magician or swallow their sexual fluids to gain their magic and grow bigger: And from Sanya's seed Sini had inherited this power. But now that Rarfstarn's essence had enhanced them both, magic-stealing would come as easy as breathing ...

Chapter 2:
Big Magic, Shrinking Sea

Glassar-Cane Entrepôt harbored great domed buildings (some of them beige and sunwashed, others whitewashed) and bustling tarped markets and kempt floral parks. It was as much a mercantile mecca as it was a gem of civilized beauty on the face of Scaleback. It harbored people, hundreds of thousands, and harbored ships. And the jade waters that glinted past the crescent of the coast harbored isles, lush and steep ones, upon which lanced upward spired keeps and cathedrals and colosseums, to which only the highnames could travel by ship or by gryphon back. On one of these isles, Isle Red Wharnal, there had been fashioned a place whose secrets the government had never been able to keep the public completely hushed about. However, what the public did know was disorganized knowledge, the true parts of which were lost in a sea of fancily imaginated rumors. To the production of these rumors, the government itself contributed: And in this way, powerful, powerful secrets were allowed to be breathed in broad day, because their untrustworthiness mixed with their unwholeness made them entirely useless to conspirators and curious folk who could wound the government with said knowledge by purpose or by chance.

Planted against a steep, vegetated cliff face that was nigh four hundred feet tall, the Magitheedrary stood facing the open sea. The cliff obstructed view of it from most angles on the shore of Glassar-Cane Entrepôt. One without any knowing of the place's history could look upon it and guess that it were some kind of megachurch or ministry, because of its high-vaulting, domed central tower and the equidistant four towers, whose center-connecting corridors branched them toward the sea and past the center's great, gated entry. The gate stood between the two inmost towers. Atop the Magitheedrary, on catwalks of the core's quadruplet arms, roamed mages. Their numbers, unhesitant marches and rigorous alertness could have them likened to a colony of worker ants. Around two or three hundred patrolled these catwalks. Their counterparts of service, guards whose bodies and gear buzzed with magical boons, trooped the grounds of Red Wharnal about three hundred feet below. Visible and invisible, a great chunk of the Glassar-Cane military was stationed on that isle. If the military's units were marked as glowing red dots on a map, well then it would look as though a great big blood clot had formed on the isle—though, that isn't why Wharnal is considered the "Red" ...

That is for another tale.

Tailing Sini, Sanya cleaved Glassar-Cane with his shadow. Below, citizens and travellers—mostly sapient folk of a range of aquatic species, like oiyigs and seals and sealions—screamed, because tornado winds blitzed, rumbled and thundered over the myriad districts: As swiftly as they came, they grumbled into the distance, leaving tarps shredded or blown away; wheelbarrows overturned; windows shattered; roof tiles scattered. People fled, hid in disarray. Some came up missing. Others had fallen, injured by the brusque tempests brought upon the Entrepôt by the dragon and the bird, whose sizes registered them as foul demigods, or servants of foul gods, in the minds of many.

Sini, relying on details from Rarfstarn's diary, drove with Sanya over the Jadewink Ocean, then wheeled around an island that the red dragon had sketched out. After hearing the howls of the high officers, Red Wharnal's above-ground defenders readied themselves for an attack, casting boons, clustering together. They needn't use bows or catapults: They grouped themselves in circles of twelve, each of which focused on a single element (like fire, frost, lightning—the like): Each group incanted, and whipped into being a ball of elemental energy which was broader in itself than an entire catapult. The combined willpower of each group lobbed the elemental projectiles into the heavens; but dragon and eagle dodged with elegant pirouettes which seemed to betray their size; and then avian talons swept at one of the groups of mages, crushing a parapet in the process of grappling the robed snacks into the air. Sanya chucked all four of them up high, snatched them out of the air and into his maw with pecks of his beak, then swallowed the bunch. Sent to the bird's gut, a gastric hellhole, they melted until one mage couldn't be discerned from another: And their donation of both mass and magic grew Sanya from fifty feet tall to fifty-five feet tall. Meanwhile, Sini crashed onto a catwalk with his forepaws, keeping his haunches upraised with beats of his wings, and then lunged his neck forward to swallow his own first share of food. Although his target group of mages scattered, the muscle movement triggered some genetic code of Rarfstarn: a string of binary related to magic-stealing: And so he inhaled on a whim, ripping the magic of the mages out of their bodies. Taffy steams of violet and blue-purple plasma stretched toward his maw like daytime auroras, then coursed into it, feeding him a buffet from which he grew from forty feet tall to forty-five feet tall. The victimized mages fell unconscious; and if any of them somehow survived the robbing of the Magitheedrary, they would find themselves devoid of any talent to use magic.

Now, as soon as Sanya saw Sini's deed, he felt the briefest touch of envy which was swept away by a feeling of confidence in his own ability to perform the same growth-inducing inhale. He swooped over a catwalk, took a long inhale, and practically slurped the magic out of the bodies of several groups of dozens, causing him to grow dramatically from fifty-five feet tall to eighty feet tall. Those on Red Wharnal and those in the city watched with terror and a sort of self-defeating fascination. Vaguely could the sounds of muscles tearing and reforming, and bones shifting about, be heard across the water by most Glassar-Cane civilians; but for the islanders, the sound rumbled the way that the thunder of a distant lightning strike does, except far louder. Giant feathers fell from the sky and terraformed the isle grounds with black, scarlet and lavender. As Sanya grew, he shed his old feathers and developed a layer of thicker new ones. The sorcerous power tasted so splendid going down, Sanya couldn't resist: He wheeled around for another inhale. It looked like an entire catwalk of mages fired their projectiles at him at once, when in reality, he vacuumed the elements into his digestive tract to grow himself again, from ninety feet tall to one hundred and ten feet tall.

In this way, Sini and Sanya polished off the external defenses of the Magitheedrary: cycling while airborne hawkishly, eating ravenously and sucking up magic absorbingly. Billowing streams of purple toxic gas roared down from the poison one's jaws, breaking the will of anyone who had cast a boon in an effort to countermand magic theft; so, by the time the two of them finished their air raid, all magic outside of the Magitheedrary had been forfeited either willingly or unwillingly.

Sanya surged to one hundred and fifty feet tall, Sini to one hundred; and then they alighted on the isle grounds, and crushed screaming troops of warriors beneath their paws of black scale, of chitinous skin and bird-of-prey talons. Footprints the size of sinkholes fashioned the earth with the likenesses of their soles: Mashed remains of bodies and gear filled the floors of the holes, the metals made as flat as tin foil. Each step the goliath beasts took, THOOM THOOM THOOM, created a gore pit and fractured the earth. The pair trampled apprentices of war and veterans of war unbiasedly. All of them were just as bug-like, compared with the demigod beasts. Foolish of anyone to draw steel against the pair! One may as well draw steel against a volcano. There is a point where persons, places and things become so powerful that anyone who seeks to show bravery against them can only show stupidity. Sini and Sanya had reached that point of power, and soon they would surpass it.

Once Wharnal's famed protectors had been squashed, chomped, drained of all magic or sent into hiding, the giants approached the cylindrical center of the fortress from opposite sides. Each of them stepped between two of the four side towers. A beak that could make any battering ram look like a sandbox toy pecked into the fortress fiercely: a drill which drilled for the precious magic ore that was said to lurk within. Sanya's wings flapped and lashed at the side towers, weathering the layers of stone away from them. They began to crumble and lurch subtly above their foundations.

Simultaneously, Sini clawed and chomped in pleasureful spite of the adjacent barrier. Dust-clouds billowed over the silhouettes of the kaijus who came closer with every beat of destruction to harvesting from the Magitheedrary some extraordinary esoteric magic ... Soon, each side of the stone cylinder was spiderwebbed with cracks, and both creatures could sense their side was ripe for implosion.

Sanya leaped into flight and recoiled behind the side towers. His leviathan wings clapped together. A thunderclap rocked galleys of the harbors on Glassar-Cane's coast. A twister materialized. Choiring sonic gales rammed into the side towers, bored through the main barrier. The side towers wept avalanches of dust and stone, while the masonry of the center tower poured into a space that looked as much like a library as it did a cathedral. This, the masonry did as though it were no more special than a seaspray.

Sini crouched, then eructed his own final attack: a monstrous belch of toxins whose rumble droned over the countertops of every tavern in Glassar-Cane and rustled every tree on the isle, as though each tree were no more than a shrub through which a group of hares had darted. Boulders dropped from the breaking cliff. Shore waters shook in a way unholy. Sini's side of the fortress imploded with such force, chunks volleyed out from Sanya's own sundered side. Behold: the fabled place of secrets, which had been called impenetrable for centuries, had been infiltrated in less than a quarter of an hour: something that had been unthinkable before the coming of these titans.

What lay within? Bookshelves of tomes and scrolls of precious magic. Hundreds and hundreds of bookshelves. Artifacts, too. But those were all dregs of magic, compared what was above a pitfall in the center of the central tower. There hovered the throbbing cyan heart of Coranaeas, a narwhal demigod who had lived in days which, of all breathing mortals, only crusted dragons can remember.

The government of Glassar-Cane had been keeping the heart pumping for years after the death of Coranaeas, in order to pump magic out of its arteries. With boons made by mana of the heart, Glassar-Cane's army had become fearsome, for it were as though they marched into every battle with a demigod alongside them. The heart beat frantically as the dragon and the bird approached. Would the giants end the misery of its master by destroying it?

Powered by the heart, the ruins of Magitheedrary conjured weapons made of pure magic out of thin air: spears, swords, harpoons, scythes. As if notched to invisible bowstrings that were each dozens of feet long, dozens of weapons slowly recoiled from the intruders, then with a snap of motion plunged at dragonhide and plumage; but the weapons, upon impacting, didn't so much as clip a scale or feather. Instead, they dissolved as wood dissolves beneath a scorching flame, only to fuel the magic-hungry frenzy of the pair by growing them five feet taller with every horizontal shower of faux steel. But the Magitheedrary hadn't a mind of itself; so it continued to feed the intruders, to betray its makers: And they grew and grew, Sanya from one hundred and fifty feet tall to one hundred and seventy-five; Sini from one hundred to one hundred and twenty-five. Not long after Sini and Sanya quaked the exposed interior of the fortress by laying down wicked pawprints did they loom over the whale-sized heart and inhale with greed unmatched.

The heart, whose deceased owner had been good, convulsed faster with an animalistically simple form of terror, for it sensed the evil in each of these beasts. Waking as it hadn't been awakened for decades, it jerked its papillary muscles and glowed the grand blue of a peacock, and ached to escape; but the dragon and the bird yawned wider, and their breaths began vacuuming the magical essence out of the heart, so appeared two blue lightning rods, each one tethering one of the gullets to the heart's surface.

Growls of pleasure deepened in tone. Cocks oozed all over the rubble of the place. The greedy beasts expanded outward, the parts of their body throbbing bigger with individual spurts of growth which made some body parts grow faster than others at times: snout, then legs, then horns and tail; beak, then wings, then feet and talons ... Penises enlarged beyond the size of sea serpents. The black foreskinned cock of Sini bulged, its veins becoming more pronounced, and unleashed heavy gouts of pre cum to baste the seemingly shrivelling floor of the interior and its rubble. Sanya's pink cock surged even quicker in growth. It dwarfed large boats in length, and soon it would dwarf small galleys.

Beating chaotically, the heart could do naught but grow duller in hue. That electric magic sparked and raced over the bodies of the swelling buddies. It infused their cocks with more and more size. Sini's soon projected between his legs, while Sanya's became thicker than his three-toed feet and lengthier than his tailfeathers.

Colossal, island-dwarfing: This is how large Sini and Sanya grew ...

Sanya's dick thrust through one of the last standing walls of the Magitheedrary. Growing in unstoppable pulses, each of them burst free from the fortress as if it were a jerkin that had grown too petite for them. Those who had hidden on the isle saw their demise in slow motion: The giant, scaly black limbs throbbing outward, their paws deluging out of the vomiting rubble, ripping over the landscape ... Both beasties, growing, growing, growing ... until their feet fought for purchase on the isle, whose cliff was being shoved down into the ocean by the back muscles of Sini and Sanya, like some spineless bookworm assailed by a pair of bullies.

Neither bird nor dragon could withstand the pleasure of their sweltering loins and chests as they slurped up the lightning rods of the blackening heart. With a screech of euphoria, Sanya hopped onto Sini's haunches, mounting the dragon with his enlarged cock before he had landed. Sini groaned out to the open sea and dipped his front and hiked his tail and swished it, driving claws taller in themselves than any ordinary creature into the beach and then rocking, rowing forward and back his body, taking that bird cock beneath a passionate macro zephyr of wingbeats. Long drained of all its magic was the heart by the time Sini's quadruped legs spilled off the isle into the ocean from growth. Thunders of noise accompanied the sundering of the sea, while the body of Sanya swelled at a ludicrous rate. Soon the bird doubled him in size, growing over a thousand feet tall, while Sini only just spiked past five hundred. From the bird's evolving weight he was huffing tiredly, collapsing into the raging waves. If only he had been growing slower, his forechest would have sunk into the sea ...

His paws slipped across kelp beds and scared off schools of fish as their growth stirred clouds of sand on the continental shelf, murking up the waters. Higher tides lapped at the shore of the city. Some folk fled uphill, while others stayed and watched the sexual encounter of the goliath-sized gods, tantalized by the mating, by the dribble of pre from the mega reptile's arse, the dribble breaking the sea and contributing to the rolling waves.

"Rghh, Sanya ... Sanya!!"

Volcanic quakes heralded an orgasmic roar from Sini, when Sanya nipped down on the nape of his neck and pummeled his ass with a slick, overgrowing cock which stretched his draconic tail vent. The squelches of copulation came as clearly as they would from arm's reach, but they sounded resonant with farawayness. Kaiju moans filled the sky and drummed the streets. And then hot seed sprayed, and the bird's cock recoiled. For a split second, the pucker had been milking just a little past its base, but a deluge of splooge soaked the shaft as it slid to about halfway, still plunging wetly into Sini:

PLAPSHHK PSHHK SHLLP PSHK SHHAAAP PAP PSHULP PSHHLP PSHLP!

Viscid bird cream rolled onto bushy treetops, steaming between twigs and branches, pooling onto detritus and moss and drooling down slopes on what remained of the island, whose geography collapsed to the rhythm of the power fucking. Intense male scents washed the freshness of the isle ... Splooge splattered in the ocean. Inky ivory goop harpooned the water to the lecherous groans of Sini. He banked to the right as Sanya trilled deeply and tugged the scaly neck in the corresponding direction, until the dragon too climaxed. With such power his dragonseed sprayed forth. The first hot rope speared ahead of him, crossed the water for the length of two of his wingspans, then creamed the shore of another isle. Although their growth should have slowed down by now, the growth of Sanya only surged exponentially when his belly suddenly tapped into the purest of the mana drained from the heart, while Sini's metabolism burned the bird's seed to fuel his growth.

Sanya: Eleven hundred feet tall, twelve hundred, thirteen ...

Sini: Six hundred feet tall, seven hundred, eight hundred ...

Both of them greeeeeeeeeeew at a heretical rate, heretical because only gods should have been able to grow to such proportions. But no, the dragon and the bird surged and expanded, so that soon the bird's mere tailfeathers loomed over the peaks of the steep, cliffed islands, while their bodies throbbed outward, muscles grumbling, shredding water en route to the shore of the city. Without a single stride, Sini convulsively neared the Glassar-Cane simply by burgeoning to nine hundred, twelve hundred, fifteen hundred feet tall ... His left forepaw and left hind paw, each about three hundred and fifty feet long and several storeys tall, slammed into galleys stationed at the end of a coastal harbor, splintering and sinking them faster than could a kraken tentacle attack.

When the eagle dismounted the dragon, devastation hit the streets. BTHOOOOOOOOOM. While Sanya mutated from thirteen hundred feet tall to seventeen hundred feet tall, his bird paws—even more stupidly huge than Sini's feet—plopped down on a whole row of seaside shops, flattening masonry, sending once booming businesses to the trash heap of history.

Amongst the earthquakes, prayers echoed in churches, echoed from small plazas and streets of the city, prayers of the people to the Staved Sea God for mercy, prayers that no one believed would be answered, but they had to try. Seldom do the gods interfere in this age. All natural occurrences should be allowed to occur. But none of the gods had foreseen a visit from an otherworldly gryphon to Scaleback; it was not natural. Nor had they expected such a swift ascension of mortals to immortality, because the heart of Coranaeas had been beating for years, and in that time the demigod's power had been divided amongst armies; but never had individuals or pairs managed to harness all that mana into themselves, until now. This concerned the Staved Sea God. The magic thieves had disturbed his Jadewink Sea with their romp and polluted its waves with their evil seed.

And so, a great tear in space was ripped hundreds of feet over Glassar-Cane Entrepôt, horizontal; and then a colossal stick as tall as a high mountain was thrown out of the tear, so that it levitated thousands of feet above. Talons of murky blue gripped the edges of the tear, then pulled their owner up out of the Other Place. Who emerged as a ludicrously mountainous form over the city was the god named Jazskarth. He wriggled until he fully popped free of the tear. The gods Sanya and Sini beheld him with suppressed horror, for, even though their paws could squash galleys beneath them and flatten mansions, compared with Jazskarth, they were no more than critters meant to be crushed beneath draconic paws. He could snuff out any of the isles off the coast of Glassar-Cane just by rubbing the ball of one of his heels over one. To him, those isles were no greater in circumference than the caps of baby mushrooms!

This was Jazskarth: over ten times the size of the so-called titans. An anthropomorphic dragon of oily blue scales and a cowl the color of papyrus, whose fabric formed a half-cloak of two triangle-shaped ends at back. Eyes like lightning cast over a stormy sea. Scales gleaming in overlapping segments under rows of barbs and fins. Next to him, most of the Bursmatian Mountains would come no higher than knee-level, waist-level for the highest ones. He could cross Glassar-Cane in just a couple of steps, whereas it would take Sini and Sanya a couple dozen each.

From him reverberated a voice that felt like the waves of the sea under a sunny sky patched with storm clouds: calm somewhat, but stern and strong and warning:

"To me you are children. One of this world, one of another. By the time either of you learned to speak, I had already seen the rise and fall of dozens of demigods and lesser gods. I had waged wars with my equals and shaped the surface of the planet many times over. There are none alive who remember those times."

He took his staff, raised it. Behind Sini and Sanya, the sea rose up like a great wall, rising five times higher than their heads. There was an intelligence in that wall's posture; and it could wipe out both dragon and bird without any of the god's children drowning. That was the skill with which he could govern these waves.

"I am a constant," he said. "I am the god of the Jadewink Sea. And I am the sea itself. The two of you are small vessels that have upset me. Either I will crash down on you and shred you board for board, or you'll surrender your power, surrender to me and spend the rest of this century in chains, in service of the city whose people you've murdered and tortured."

What did Sanya do? He neither surrendered nor allowed himself or Sini to be destroyed by the god. Both he and Sini saw an opportunity to devour the ultimate power before them, and they wouldn't be intimidated away from seizing that power. Sini whisked his wings outward to ascend into the sky, ravaging buildings and hurling materials on gusts in the process, but Sanya shoved the dragon down with a wing, greedy for the strength of the god: He would not share it with anyone, not even the one who had hatched him into this world.

Leaping into the sky, Sanya yawned his beak and snagged one foot-claw of the levitating god in his gullet. The god looked down, and blanched as another gulp jerked him downward: as the beak of the little eagle stretched unnaturally around those scaly toes, until Jazskarth was butting the blunt end of his stave against Sanya's back, trying to knock the eagle off or knock him unconscious.

"Heathen! Spit me up, I COMMAND YOU!"

Jazskarth wriggled his foot, but he failed to shake off the avian. Somehow, the bird had swallowed around both of his feet, and the bird now progressed up each of his ankles with gulps. Sini, wanting to wrestle the god away from Sanya so that he could consume him himself, flapped up and intended to yank the bird off of Jazskarth, but Sanya whipped the dragon with his tail feathers, whisking him away in the sky and dazing him. The eagle progressed to the knees of the god, delighting in the salty seafood taste: in the soft, curvy flesh of mild pudge that the god had gained from centuries of indulging his desires of the appetite on occasion.

Despite the blows of that stave, Sanya pressed on, until he had bound both of the god's arms over his head, which slid into the egregiously distended esophagus while the eagle's wing beats mashed the city into ruins below ...

GULP ... GULP ... GULP ...

The stave fell to the earth, and the god fell to the eagle's stomach. The gastric noises drummed the land so strongly that fissures stretched along the surface. Bit by bit, the stomach digested the god, and so Sanya surged out with his latest and most fantastic growth spurt yet, growing from seventeen hundred feet tall to three thousand, four thousand, five thousand ... The growth went on ... And Sini gawked as his buddy more than tripled his height, the wings of the avian mortaring the city with every beat, dashing buildings into flat cakes and wiping out the lives of thousands at a time ... Seven thousand, nine thousand, eleven thousand ... Sanya grew as great as the tallest of mountains, so great that, when Sanya descended, not paying attention due to him having started to stroke his cock to the pleasure of ascending into godhood, Sini squealed, and dodged out of the way of a paw which sentenced a giant portion of the city to an instant burial.

BWOOOOOM!

Glowing an exuberant sea-blue, Sanya flopped down onto his rump and lolled his tongue out, using a wing to fap to the pleasure of his six senses being enhanced, and of delicious divine sensation throbbing in his veins. Veins bulged along his hyper shaft, a glorious meat stick which apparently Sini decided he would appreciate being under. Purring vigorously, he pranced across the ruins of the city, winding into the space between the gargantuan bird's legs, and then he hopped up and started slurping at the drooling urethra, which at this point was thicker than his tongue! And the god Sanya squalled to the viscid rolls of the tongue, the warm chuffs of Sini's mouth and nostrils, the love he received from and shared with this wonderful beastie of this otherworld: a world which was theirs, all theirs ...

One gurgle of finality rose out of Sanya's shrunken belly, and the bird uttered a low moan of a belch: a noise which sundered the land and roiled the sea for miles and miles. Out of his beak flew the great, snake-like skull of the usurped god; and it dashed the world, that monument thousands of miles long; and all the god's bones landed over the forestry outside of the city's ruins, some of the bones tumbling over that place from which all life had been extinguished by the brute vibrational power of macro movements.

Smelling the haze of an eradicated deity on his breath, seeing and feeling his little dragon companion work his mighty cock with love and reverence, Sanya felt a fantastical high unlike any he had known in the world of crushable cars and buses. It swallowed his head with heat, and a mirroring heat washed through his nethers and deluged his ribcage, until it was as intense as pain. At that moment, he could not have agreed more with the idiom of his home-world: "No pain, no gain," for it WAS a moderately painful orgasm, yet, the best orgasm he had ever experienced. The strength of the buckling of his cock thrust Sini off of his member, right before the cum-slit gaped wide and a great deluge of seed erupted over the world, the creamy wave hundreds of feet wide, more fierce than any tsunami. Splooge utterly drowned the acres of conifer trees and deciduous trees over which it rushed. The raunchy, bubbling ooze washed over lakes and wiped them clean off the map; it roared over animal caves and villages, practically vaporizing building material in that onrush of hot, unholy bird cream. And as Sanya came, blood rushed to his head, and his feathery cheeks fluffed up to his lecherous trilling. He thought of Sini, of the progress of their adventure thus far, of the potential they had yet to unlock and potential gods they had yet to encounter.

And Sini, being drowned somewhere in that flow of rich god seed, grew and grew and grew as he guzzled it down, bubbles rising from his smiling undercum maw. And from him came a rumble muffled by the roar of the rushing viscid cum, for his thoughts mirrored those of the eagle with sentimentality. Adventure, fantasies, growth, ascension to godhood, possibilities of the future, the dear affection and company of the eagle ... all of these scrumptious thoughts accompanied him as he rode and swallowed the dessert-like current of the eagle's unleashed arousal.

How far would he and his dear Sanya take their megalomania? He concluded: Too far for him to conceive of the end result at his current size and position on the universal hierarchy of deities. Shut up and drink your bird-seed, he thought to himself.

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