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Pandora's Dracat By Desmond Fallout https://www.furaffinity.net/user/desmondfallout/ [email protected]

CapPrrfler (11:37 am): Sorry can't make it. Family emergency. ><;

CrouchingCheetah (11:38 am): No worries. C ya tomm?

CapPrrfler (11:38am): Prrf! sure thing.

Xilimyth glared at her cell phone with all the fury slitted green eyes could manifest. She knew no one on her contacts list could see such drastic levels of grumpy rage, being it was turned off. But it helped her mood to pretend. Ideas of taking a selfie passed briefly, as this day was not worth splitting hairs.

Still, that last text killed any hope for a fun filled Saturday. Eight friends were invited yesterday to lunch, followed by a screening of the latest adaptation of Godzilla. Over the past hour, there had come in eight excuses for not making the agreed noon meeting.

Actually made Xilimyth regret arriving early for some window shopping. Standing up from a bench outside Hot Topic, the cheetah woman heaved a dejected sigh before heading to wherever her footsteps lead. Almost all her attention returned fixated on the portable device, flipping through contacts to text anyone that might remotely be interested in a meetup. There was little desire to dine and watch going stag. Yet simply going home now would feel like a this was a colossal waste of time. At least there were some amusing Tumblr posts to flip through waiting for people to respond.

"OOF! Eeek!"

On a side note, one should never walk and text in a crowded place. That kind of careless distraction leads to many a head-on collision. Especially when the other pedestrian involved was only tall enough to get a face full of breasts stretched under an Iron-Man t-shirt.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Are you all...right?"

Sprawled out in a daze at Xilimyths feet was another young catgirl. Of what species was a question well beyond her capacity to identify, however. Her fur seemed to be mainly a pure white, but with a giant suit of bright pink covering her hands, forehead, front side, and along the underside of her tail. Even more unusual were the series of short blue bars stacking horizontally down her breasts. Each one shortened slightly to lead into a cleavage that was, ironically, barely needing a bra. That must have been why it was on full display in a bikini and daisy dukes. This woman even lacked shoes on those scrawny feet with no signs of blemish to her paw pads.

"Nyah?" The woman looked up at the looming Xilimyth but said nothing for a while. The shock of her fall seemed to be wearing off into a look of growing curiosity. "Y-yeah I'm fine. The wall I hit was surprisingly soft, and my butt's too skinny to break on asphalt."

Xilimyth laughed politely at the attempted humor as she extended a hand. The other feline tilted her head staring blankly at it for several seconds. After an awkward pause, her tiny pink hand was tentatively placed in Xili's, allowing a yank back onto her feet.

All time seemed to stop the second they connected. Xilimyth had no idea what was happening, but a strange jolt surged from this woman's arm into hers. Her entire body seized up feeling it travel through to her spine and then around every last nerve from ear to tail tip before exiting back into the other feline.

The pink one must have experienced something similar. Every last hair on her tail stood erect, making it appear comically too large for her body.

"Holy hell! You're incredible!" the pink feline exclaimed before Xilimyth could apologize for the unexpected static shock.

"Um...I'm sorry what?" Xilimyth felt a blush burning her ears, which she tried hiding by smoothing out the fur that had puffed up along her neck and shoulders.

"Oh, don't kid now!" The pink cat apparently had no definition for personal space. She was up on tip toes circling Xilimyth with the analytical intensity of a hunter with fresh game. "You're so strong and hiding it in such a modest form. I can't believe I've never met such a little dragon before. Not to mention you're adorable to boot."

"T-thank you?" Xilimyth stared down at an arm as she curiously flexed it. There was a little muscle definition under her spotted fur, but nothing unusually gained from weekly exercise. Little of this woman's rambling made any sense. At best Xilimyth might be considered above average in a swimsuit. Nothing worth movie star levels of gushing. "I'm...I'm sorry, miss...?"

"Sorsha!" The pink feline was suddenly standing in front of Xilimyth again, at Army soldier attention for some reason. "Sorsha Fallout! It's an honor to meet, you Mistress."

"X-Xilimyth," she managed to get out with only a slight voice cracking. Her whole face was turning red by the feel of it. "I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about. Why are you acting like that?"

"Oh...um...am I not paying my respects to a goddess right? I've never actually met a dragon before, so I just have book knowledge to go off..." A strange look of curiosity melted into shock on Sorsha's face. She stepped back with both hands flying to her open mouth. It did little to stifle her amused giggles. "Wait, wait, you mean you don't even know!?"

"Apparently not, though it seems to be a big deal." Xilimyth took a deep breath trying to get a handle on this strange cat girl. Not helping was their outlandish shouting drawing, even more, stares from passersby. "Ms. Fallout. I think you're a bit confused. I'm very clearly not a dragon. See the spots?"

"No no! Silly! What dragon just parades around in front of mortals on a Tuesday? Honestly, they wouldn't even fit through the door. It's all about playing it cool like all the other lesser beings."

"...I don't get anything you're saying at me right now. Also, it's Saturday..."

"Really? Huh, my watch is way off."

Xilimyth lacked any idea on how to respond. This woman did not seem to possess pockets, much less time telling devices.

"But I'm talking about inner magic silly!" Sorsha was suddenly right up in Xilimyth's face again. Those pink hands came to a casual rest on the cheetah's chest, upping the awkwardness to maximum blush levels. Somehow more distracting were the way this woman's eyes appeared to be half green, half blue. There was a magical glint to them piercing through Xilimyth's gaze. "That little energy surge we had when we touched hands is never wrong. It must be fate for us to meet. I have never met a creature with such beauty and power as you."

"I..uh...people are staring."

"So let them!" Sorsha's hands tightened their grip on Xilimyths shirt bumps. A grip she used to lift up for a nose to nose touch with Xilimyth, much to the later's discomfort. "Please, you can unlock all that inner tension in an instant. Just let me come inside you for a little bit to work on your special spot and..."

"Aaaaand we're done here!" Xilimyth placed both hands on Sorsha's shoulders to gently, yet firmly, move the tinnier cat out of her immediate facing. "WasverynicemeetingyouSorsha.Haveagreatday!"

With an opening now presented, Xilimyth proved natural cheetah speed was never lost in evolution. By how fast she speed off deeper into the mall it would not have been easy to follow the blur trail left behind. It was only when a side tunnel between Hot Topic and Spencers came up that Xilimyth chose to duck inside for a brief respite. Peeking around the corner with labored pants, she saw several shoppers had stopped to figure out what had blasted past. At least Sorsha was nowhere to be seen.

In fact, Sorsha remained on the section of walkway she had been placed on before escaping. Only her eyes moved to follow the direction of her new friend's hasty retreat. Their unusual coloration developed a brighter sparkle with the grin breaking across her muzzle.

With a snap, she had literally vanished into thin air leaving many onlookers whisking around to find where she had gone. In truth, it was one of Sorsha's more straightforward, yet favorite spells that blessed her with ghost like properties. She still had yet to leave her current spot but was virtually untraceable by mortal eyes. Although it did cause shivers when people happened to walk through her spiritual body.

That was why Xilimyth had no idea the other cat had only phased through Spencers to catch up to her hiding spot moments later. Being a witch out on a stroll had its perks. Everyone always gets so worked up over a little magic. It's so hard to resist putting on a small show.

Sorsha still had a hard time understanding what spooked this poor woman so quickly. She had always performed detection spells when being introduced to new friends. They helped give a read on general personalities, so she had some idea on how to not go overboard. Social standards were hard enough for a witch caring more about the exact ethereal outputs for a transportation spell than how little her shorts covered. This cheetah was more distracting than usual encounters. Everything about Xilimyth had detected par for the course until the spell nudged into her spiritual essence. The feedback nearly caused the tufts of her ears to catch fire. The raw magical strength buried deep in Xilimyth was unique. Sorsha had felt such a thing only once before.

Mostly because after that first encounter she had been convinced by her housemates to order dragon parts off eBay. But that is a different adventure altogether.

Sorsha floated a bit closer to Xilimyth, who seemed to have caught her breath. They were still peeking around corners for signs of pursuit. A brief glow had caused her to whip around, but Sorsha had already cast a stronger scanning spell. The cheetah was staring right through her, confused at the exit sign flickering so bright down the hallway.

And she was also unaware of Sorsha's face only inches away wrinkling its nose in a very sour expression. There was definitely something wrong with her new friend's inner spirit. At first, she thought all that reaction was a well-trained disguise. Sensing things in greater detail alarmed her greatly.

Xilimyth's soul felt incomplete, for lack of a better term, with the vast bulk of power dormant behind some kind of barrier. Odds were this poor thing was not even aware of her real potential. That was no wonder since it seemed to be trying to feed off her detection spells in a fit of starving desperation.

Only theories could guess how this had come about. Most likely her family had been touched by godly magic long ago, or she had failed to awaken naturally in life. Regardless this would not do. Sorsha was not about to leave something so grand trapped in a tiny, if insanely adorable, mortal form when she had magic to help.

Besides, she might be able to coax some reagents from them as a reward. Dragon parts are not a cheap commodity.

Soon as Xilimyth turned to re-enter the mall, Sorsha shot out a palm towards her. A thin green wisp of ether ejected from the wrist into the cheetahs back. It went unnoticed along with the rest of the incorporeal Sorsha. But Xilimyth's body sure took noticed when the tether now connecting them began to steadily seep raw magic directly into her spiritual core.

It gobbled up such deliciously offered nourishment with a surprising savagery. Sorsha had to find herself tugging back to keep from being completely drained immediately. A bit too much too fast might end up hurting them both.

Not that Xilimyth had any awareness of this. She went about her way through the mall assuming all her sweat was a result of her mad dash across the mall. They needed to air condition these places a bit more. Her gym workouts felt cooler than this. Come to think of it, some new workout clothes would feel nice before summer hit. Perhaps get a sweet milkshake to cool down during window shopping.

"Urgh nyah!" At the very least she was going to treat herself to some new bras before calling it a day.

Xilimyth grumbled as she reached around to try adjusting the straps of her bra. There was no desire to cause another scene, but no matter how she tugged or pulled they still pinched her shoulders. Eventually, she ignored onlookers to reach under her shirt and open the clasp. Except she ended up struggling almost comically with relocking the bloody garment. Once it finally closed all that effort left the twins squeezed painfully against her chest.

Nothing was making sense anymore thanks to that weird pink cat. Xilimyth went on jogs regularly without throwing off her support like this. Even without a sports bra her girls, while a bit on the high end of sizes, were usually easy to keep in check. Maybe that weirdo had not only rambled on about magic. That hand grab felt too unusual for a static shock. Maybe her clothes were made to shrink as some kind of joke.

"Hu-HRRRK!!" Xilimyth shook her head to break such silly thoughts. Helping that was a sudden struggling to breathe. She had been lost in questioning her own sanity, it seemed like her bra got even tighter. Looking down she saw her shirt looking a bit more stretched across the chest.

Something was definitely wrong with this attire. Xilimyth knew she did not put on something so small it left her navel exposed. That was not even helping with this blasted heat. Spotted fur was starting to clump from heavy perspiration.

Undoing the clasp again in a hurry proved yet another mistake. The straps gave off a snap something fierce across Xilimyth's back. But it did allow her to suck in a deep breath before dashing towards Victory Secrets.

Everything just seemed bizarre because of off hand encounters with strangers. This was just an off day of surprising disappointments. Nothing special to get worked up about, but the need for a new wardrobe was all too visible. The perfect reason to splurge on new, modest, clothes for a morale boost. Just ignore the jiggling sway of...everything until reaching the right store.

Did her hips always add a substantial sway to her walk? No. That was her imagination talking again. Just snarl at anyone that stared a bit too long and ignore it.

Boy, there were a lot of short people shopping today.

"Xili!? Oh my gosh, how are you!?" A rather perky doe, one Penny by badge name, left her check stand to give her favorite customers a hug. Both ended up feeling confused and awkward over the embrace since Xilimyth had to bend down a bit far to reach her.

Penny still got a face full of boobs for the trouble.

"W-wow, you feel...bigger than last time. Did you ramp up your workout routine or something?"

"Nah, nothing too special. Just my...w-w-whaaaa!?" Xilimyth had flexed her arm to emphasize her point, much as she had done with Sorsha. The difference was that those tight cheetah muscles tensed into such a thick density it left her gawking at her own spots. She quickly tried to brush it off as another side effect of her speed run through the mall. Muscles always had a trick of looking bigger after an intense workout, even with things completely unrelated to upper body strength. "T-that's why I'm here, though. I think my bra shrunk in...uh...the wash today and I didn't exactly bring spares in the car."

Sorsha giggled while floating around the duo. Without lungs to make the sound there was little reason to hold it back really. These were the kind of magic results she could really get behind, and Xilimyth sure had one great behind developing. Eager to see where more magic feeding could lead, she focused another slow stream into the cheetah's hungry soul.

"Not to worry hun, I got a fresh order of your favorite designs in the back." Penny gave Xilimyth a pat on the arm, still amazed at how thick it had become. "I dare say whatever you did it certainly gave you a growth spurt. I'd love to copy your routine. Come on to the dressing area, and we'll measure you, just in case."

Xilimyth gave a simple nod trying to keep her face in a casual smile. Once fallen into step behind Penny, both hands flew back to try adjusting the seat of her pants. They had felt a bit snug since entering the store, but it was the panties underneath that were actually causing discomfort. Spotted-tail jerked around in a really awkward walk thanks to her desperate attempts at pulling them out of her rear.

Being able to hide behind a fitting wall was a great relief to Xilimyth. This day was bad enough without having to make a public scene everywhere she went. Technically the store had many cubical sections composed of three large mirrors each. Being arranged around a platform made secure protection for a ladies modesty as they got measured.

Although Xilimyth was a bit confused, she ended up with a smaller setup. She could almost see over the mirrors if she stood on her toes. Still, it was enough of a hiding spot for the moment.

While Penny wandered off to find her measuring tape, Xilimyth removed her shirt in preparation. A deep purr rumbled out when a cold AC breeze blew across the sweaty fur of her back. It was a bit relaxing to be somewhere a bit familiar finally. A smile even started to cross her muzzle as she turned to set her shirt on a clothing hook. Except it fell out of her hands in a crumpled mess when something out the corner of her eye processed through her brain. She whipped around, jaw dropping at the trio of cheetahs reflected back in the mirrors.

Sorsha was looking too and would have been drooling if she was physically capable of doing so. They were just scratching the surface of this little experiment, but already her subject had upgraded from above average to work-out goddess. In addition to dwarfing almost everyone around them in height, Xilimyth's curves had also plumpened up to compliment the rippling muscles across her spotted hide. Shoulders had broadened considerably, leading into biceps two hands could not wrap around. The legs had likewise thickened into tree trunks that stretched her jeans nearly skin tight. They connected up into a butt that seemed intent on escaping over the hem of said jeans with each step.

For her part, Xilimyth's mind was a jumble of thoughts trying to figure out what was up with herself. Hands roamed across her stomach to feel abs that, by all accounts, should not be so firm or rigid. By all accounts, such muscles should not be. Sure, she might have been pushing her twice-a-week workouts at the gym these last few months, but sit-ups had definitely not been added to the routine.

She turned to study her profile in the center mirror as hands traveled up to size her chest. That would have been harder to spot any difference were it not for the unclasped bra draped across her breasts. The poor garment that had fit comfortably not an hour ago looked more like a shameful joke. No way could Xilimyth slide her girls back into those cups, much less get the clasp done. The increased girth of her shoulder and back muscles were actually making the straps start to pinch. There was little choice but to remove the darn thing entirely as Penny returned.

"What's that for?" Xilimyth blushed watching Penny unfold a step ladder behind her.

The deer just looked up at her with a sour expression before rising to the first step. They were finally eye level for the first time today. A quick tap under each armpit signaled for Xilimyth to raise her hands to the sky so a rather cold measuring tape could be wrapped around her naked chest.

Sorsha bit her lip in rapt attention. Her gaze never left those jugs once the bra had finally come off. The results of a slow stream of magic connecting to a dragon's spirit were more than she could ever hope. And the fact her subject seemed to be in such deep denial only motivated her to continue. Perhaps a larger, quick, surge would get some results worthy of attention.

"Sheesh! And I thought you were tall before. I have to keep looking to convince myself you're not wearing platformers."

Xilimyth tried to protest she was just the same as she was during last month's visit. The measuring tape tightening around her chest cut off that thought. Her rational mind was starting to have a hard time playing that off as truth anyway.

"Looks like you're right on the forty inches-Ah! Hey!" The tape got violently pulled from Penny's grasp, nearly toppling her into Xilimyth's back. She quickly got her hooves level on the stepstool in a counter balance. Giving the cheetah a quick jab through her dreadlocks she hissed, "What the heck you pulling the tape for?"

"Huh?" Xilimyth said, rubbing her head in a daze. The jab to her head had loosened her from obsessive thoughts. Specifically how she could feel hot while under the blast of an AC. She really hoped this was not some onset of a fever. "I didn't pull anything. Heck, I still have my arms up."

"Oh..." Penny blinked at the realization and shrugged sheepishly. Getting the tap back around Xilimyth, she tried to divert attention back to her usual measuring routine. "S-sorry, that was weird. Just try to keep still and not breathe too hard again. Now, like I said; we got you at a...forty...four? Did I get you in the right spot the first time?"

Xilimyth looked down and did her best to shrug with arms up. Aside from having to lean forward slightly to see her feet, nothing was too notable about her chest. "Yeah, it's the same you always...do?"

It occurred to both girls at once that they had to skew their vision to make eye contact once again. Penny looked down checking Xilimyth for platformers before checking her own footing. With the clopping of cloven hooves she stepped up to the ladders second, and final, landing to reach a decent level.

"You think you can get my hips while we're at it?" Xilimyth said once the tape under her bust loosened. She kept her gaze straight ahead to try hiding a blush. Her three reflections were looking quite red. "I could...uh...use some matching panties."

If anything, she needed a turn crank to pull the current pair out of her badonk. Despite not moving much they were digging into sensitive areas that made keeping a straight face impossible.

All Penny seemed to give was a semi-annoyed grunt of acknowledgment as she stepped off her ladder. The deer was just glad she did not have to reach far to get around her client's moneymaker. Although she noted she did not have to stoop to measure it either. But before the tape could even make it's way around, there came a startled gasp from Penny. She got a full understanding of what was going on when Xilimyth's tail gave a casual twitch. Everything shifted in an explosion of mass from that one movement. The tight jeans hem jerked down so a spotted butt could surge out. It's canyon of plumbers crack nearly hit Penny on the nose in a proud display of jiggling.

"Oh my GOSH! I thought you said you were working out," Penny said. She was having a grand time trying to adjust her tape without staring at the squished bum not inches from her face. "It doesn't seem physically possible you'd get an ass this fat with those muscles."

For her defense, Xilimyth tried to pull her pants back up with an apology, only to get her hands smacked away. Apparently, Penny just wanted to get this over with, and shifting hips did not help.

"What are you doing; scarfing Krispy Kremes while on the treadmill?" The tape tightened, followed by a disproving tut noise. "Forty-one inches? Really? It's a marvel those thunder thighs got in those jeans, to begin with."

Mutterings of various euphemisms for Xilimyth's buttocks continued for some time. They hardly mattered to the cheetah. Her stare remained intently on the mirrors, more interested in scanning for every minute change. Her legs definitely looked a lot more worked than usual. Denim jeans clung to every crevice like a second skin. Their newfound girth left slack non-existent all the way to her ankles. A hand gently stroked plush palm pads around her neck. It felt a bit thicker as well.

How could she have not noticed this was the real question. Something must have changed so subtly in her routine that the progression had not been noticeable to her self-conscious. Not that it was a bad thing, Xilimyth decided with a flex of both arms. Her spotted tail almost smacked Penny out of her ramblings wagging about in admiration of those biceps. She had plenty of friends that enjoyed bestowing the nickname 'tiny cat' on her. Oh, how green they would turn getting an eyeful of her new clothes tomorrow.

It was not until Penny had actually stopped offering buttocks commentary that Xilimyth noted her absence. Presumably, she was off to find the cheetah what was colorfully referred to as 'cow wranglers.' Xilimyth hoped that meant a bra. Still, it was a welcomed the opportunity to retrieve her shirt from the floor without drawing further attention to her tight clothes.

All time itself slowed down for another, unwitting, audience. Sorsha would have been satisfied watching this cute cheetah put on a gun show, but to get a full backside presentation nearly sent her over the edge. Eyes sparkled into headlights observing the fabric of Xilimyth's jeans stretch, then groan in protest. Every curve of those spotted glutes became clearly defined in their struggle to overflow the hem.

This must have been what heaven tasted like.

A sharp, loud rip caused both cats to jump. Although it was only Xilimyth's cry that rang out through the store. She shot straight up with the shirt in hand and tail frazzled into a thick bush. The other hand flew back in a futile attempt to cover the split her ass had just exploded out from. Even with that, a good portion of her snowy white cheeks wobbled on display for Sorsha's delight. The black cotton panties had all but swallowed into oblivion between their muscle mass. Unfortunately, each nervous fidget caused further damage marked to the tune of soft denim rips.

Clops of approaching hooves alerted Xilimyth to many more problems. In a surge of inspiration, she managed to tie her shirt around the waist just as the deer came around the corner with several undergarments cradled in her arms. It was enough slack to effectively cover the backdoor. Though Penny ended up starting wide-eyed at the seams that had split along the outside of Xilimyth's thighs.

"I, uh, think you're going to need more than underwear," Penny said. At least she was trying to hide the amusement in her voice this time.

"Y-yeah," was all Xilimyth could get out. She noticed standing straight had exposed her head above the dressing mirrors. Several ladies that had been shopping nearby were casting curious glances at her direction.

The cheetah tried to squat, which became her biggest mistake of the day. In one big tear that snapped Penny's ears back, Xilimyth's bulging muscles shredded all the seams of her pants at once. The only thing that kept them flapping around her lower body was the hem clinging around Xilimyths, relatively, slimmer waist. Not even her shirt could keep that rump from poking out anymore.

Getting Penny to come to the rescue took a bit of coaxing and just about all the bills in her wallet. Mostly because they were hardly in an establishment well known for its ventures into modesty. Almost all the underwear the deer had brought refused to fit comfortably, much to her confusion. At best the cups squished Xilimyth's breasts up to her chin. But at least they hung enough to allow breathing room.

Lucky for Xilimyth her friend took a small bit of pride in her job that prevented them from letting someone strut out half naked. Eventually, they were ringing up a, suspiciously pricey, purchase of a neon pink sports bra and yellow yoga pants after almost an hour of haggling. Their colors clashed enough to get passing stares, but they did not creak ominously to the slightest movement. The addition of a pouch for her wallet and phone, due to a sudden lack of pockets, was also annoyingly overpriced.

Penny denied allegations of being petty for all her time wasted.

Granted it was just not the colors grabbing attention. Xilimyth ducked to emerge from the nine-foot entrance into an increased crowd of afternoon shoppers. As she walked, many were giving more than passing attention to the big kitty. Much more than she would have liked. With the tallest only coming up to her chest, she felt like a tree looming over an ocean of heads.

Sorsha followed along at a leisurely pace. Her paw pads barely made a sound over the local chatter. She had gotten a bit too distracted by Xilimyth's rapid expansion to notice the dragon spirit continuously sucking her magic.

Unfortunately, it left the well tapped dry. Sorsha barely had the power to remain invisible, much less incorporeal. If she had not caught it in time that mythical beast might have rendered her unconscious. Past experience taught her that people tend to get upset at having a catgirl suddenly appear before them. Being passed out would probably not have helped her case with Xilimyth much either.

It was unfortunate, but Sorsha had to cut their tether while she gathered up some fresh magic energy. The dragon was wide awake now, stirring restlessly for freedom. She could see it in the way Xilimyth's tail curled and her hands occasionally fidgeted. The only problem was that she was still a thin five-foot shell that could only generate so much. They were going to have to figure out a full feeding to get some real results.

Til then, Sorsha enjoyed watching Xilimyth's hips bumping their way around the mall. All that extra soft, jiggling, girth they had gained did a great job dividing the crowds. With most attention going to Xilimyth's bouncing assets, Sorsha was very unlikely to found hiding behind her.

In a weird case of irony, Xilimyth was aimlessly wandering in hope to run into Sorsha again. The broad sashay of her hips, or rubbing of muscled thighs, could no longer be played off as perks from casual weight lifting. No doubt the pink cat was in involved or at least might have an idea of what was happening to her body. This all started happening too coincidently after that weird handshake.

"Grrrr!! Stupid things!" She said to her breasts in a quiet growl. Not helping her search was her brand new sports bra failing at its one job. No amount of adjustments could make them stop bouncing with each step. "Normally I wouldn't complain, but you were definitely not this sloshy at breakfast."

Thankfully a stop at Sports Authority fetched some modesty back to her day. Xilimyth had to duck to get in and out of their entrance but was happy to leave in a suit of dark blue sweats. These guys really knew a broad range of clients to have clothes that entirely covered her new size. It was such a relief not to have her midriff exposed.

The only problem was the sweatshirt had a depiction of the cartoon pony, Pinkie Pie, plastered on it. Her forelegs were spread wide in an inviting hug, which just happened to coordinate with the curvature of her breasts. Still, if it helped hide them, people were welcome to ponder over Pinkies distorted hooves.

Searching failed to bring up one of Sorsha's pink hairs. Not that she got far before a deep rumble bellowed from behind her thick set of abs. A quick stop at Dairy Queen helped Xilimyth satisfy her stomachs need. Plus it allowed her to ponder this situation in a more relaxed state.

There had not been any more little growth spurts for hours if the loose sweats were any indication. Even so, Xilimyth's friends were going to need an explanation next time they got together.

All sorts of excuses for them ran across her mind while eating two extra large Blyzzards in rapid succession. Each one sounded more ridiculous than the last. These included; alien abduction, sitting on someone's stray needle, and eating lots of carrots. They sounded about as fair as a pink cat girl walking up to shock something into her system.

"At least it's not all bad," Xilimyth said to herself while flexing both arms. The sleeves of her sweatshirt inflated to proportions that made her purr.

A sharp whistle alerted her to the fact DQ employees were also enjoying a rather impressive gun show. She gave a quick cough and turned to hide the lovely shade of pink spreading on her face. This would need some getting used too, but still, the spotted tail twitched eagerly anticipating her next gym visit. It could be a whole lotta fun trying out these muscles on some heavy weights.

If only there were a sign of this weirdo Sorsha left. Walking from one end of the mall to the other, and back again, made it pretty clear that cat had probably left. Xilimyth was really regretting her hasty retreat on their meeting now. Fun as things seemed, there was that rational nagging at the back of her mind for a little piece of reassurance. She needed an explanation what was going on. She needed to know this was not some prelude to a T-virus style mutation.

She needed to pee!

An unplanned detour, perhaps, but one nobody ever had an actual say in. Trying to squeeze into a bathroom stall brought to light that small spaces were also becoming an enemy. Her shoulders and hips got caught in the doorways, which were impossible to close around her girth. Eventually, she ended up ducking into the handicap stall to do her business. Hopefully, she would be done before anyone came in to see a cheetah head looming above the walls.

Meanwhile, Sorsha waited patiently on the counter of the hand washing sinks. Contrary to popular belief, she did have a concept of personal space. Some things in the world she would rather not observe. Granted she had to expend all her willpower not to giggle at the awkward shuffling and agitated mews coming from the stalls.

Time was mostly passed poking at that curious dragon soul deep inside the cheetah. It was always a bit fun playing with spirits, as it reminded Sorsha of flying through a big cloud. While the results were an impressive sight to behold, there was something a bit odd about this whole situation. Sorsha was sure their initial meeting had hinted at a very powerful soul laying dormant in there. Yet after pouring her entire being into it, there seemed to still be a sense of struggling from the poor dear. It was hard to shake the feeling those amazing boobs and muscles should be much, much, larger.

The problem hit Sorsha like a brick wall. It was her most accurate way to describe the sensation of feeling over a soul only to get abruptly halted by a painfully opposing force. After nearly sliding off the sinks, she took a few deep breaths.

Somewhere behind plaster walls came an equally pained moan. Xilimyth felt a similar impact in her gut but assumed it was the result of too much dairy.

Once her wits had stopped dancing, Sorsha resumed her soul prodding with a rare sense of caution. No wonder there was a problem; the dragon soul inside Xilimyth had several magical seals bound across its great expanse. A simple tether would not have made it noticeable, but now that she was inside the soul itself she could clearly see the majority of its being was being blocked even from Xilimyth herself. Just beyond these barriers, she could still feel her magic had been feeding the dragon substantially. There was simply no way for it to respond in kind under so many elaborate traps.

Well, Sorsha could simply not have that. Already her mind was spinning great tales about how she rescued a dragon from imprisonment with little more than raw magic and cunning disenchantments. Her core conscious zoomed over to the nearest seal to examine its runic spells. Bit by bit her mind grabbed at its foundation and slowly dispersed it.

During which time a sheep had come in to wash her hands, and was befuddled to bump into thin air trying to reach for paper towels. Not even that could shake Sorsha out of her concentration. The sheep ended up leaving in a hurry with Xilimyth hearing mutterings of bathroom hauntings.

The dragon part of Xilimyth seemed to have picked up Sorsha's plan. It's newly acquired power pushed up against the opposite side of the seal. While the magic holding it back was a high tier level, being dividing against two forces made severing the first mark child's play.

Xilimyth had just finished up her business when her gut gave a hard lurch. After a moment's uncertainty, she whirled to give the toilet her ice cream, breakfast, and some gum that was accidently swallowed yesterday. There was no time to think. Heat like nothing before washed over Xilimyth. It took everything just to keep from plunging into a porcelain bowl of unmentionables. Her head boiled to the point of exploding filling the empty bathroom with pained yowls.

That did make Sorsha fall off the sink with tail frizzled in a panic. Perhaps this was going to end up one of those situations where she took things too far again. Biting her lip at hearing another long animalistic groan, one pink 'gloved' hand reached out towards Xilimyths aura to stroke it with some basic healing spells. It would be a bit risky trying something a bit more potent when Dragon magic was rushing out of the crack just created on its seal. Last time she mixed magics there was an adverse news report about balloon people caught in the tree tops of Central Park.

But what were the odds there was an air dragon inside that kitten?

Speaking of whom; Xilimyth was very perplexed her headache vanished quicker than it set in. In fact, she levered herself off the toilet feeling better than she had all day. There were still twinges here and there, but they were more like mild cramps barely worth her notice. She was just grateful her stomach had stopped doing backflips.

One big problem with magic painkillers is how it slows reaction time to what pain typically warns you about. Having a numb headache did nothing to cure this feeling of vertigo Xilimyth was suffering. She only got two steps out of the stall before tripping over her own feet. Claws tried to grapple with a stall door only to pierce through like butter. The sheer weight of her muscled form caused a splintering crack in the wood. A good portion of said door had broken off with her fall. Trying to dig the claws back out once her balance recovered proved very troublesome.

Yet Xilimyth was too preoccupied with her hands to care about pieces of plywood around her feet. Like everything else, they had grown considerably bigger in the past few hours. The pads residing on her palms and fingertips, once a thin layer of extra firm skin, had swollen into thick, spongy lumps. Her fingers were growing thicker right before her eyes. Their width restricted the joints from making a proper fist. If anything they looked like a hybrid of hand and animal paw. Hopefully, this was not a prelude to running through a mall on all fours.

Judging by the extra bounce in her shoes, her foot pads must have also gotten pretty thick. Even those sneakers were starting to get pretty tight. Their ends bulged with large indentations of toes, much too big and round for an ordinary person, straining to break their synthetic prison.

Good thing she needed to buy new ones anyway.

It was when she flexed her claws out of their sheath that Xilimyth gave a startled yowl. They were nothing like the brown manicured nails she clipped this morning. These things had darkened to a pure black after having grown almost two inches in length. Each one curved into a wicked looking sickle that was undoubtedly sharp, considering the former door in Xilimyths wake.

"Not agaaaaain!" Xilimyth said in a growling moan. The last word had not been intended to be dragged out, but she was having trouble focusing on anything in her numbed state. Somehow her feet managed to carry enough thundering steps over to the sinks.

Sorsha almost got rammed over in the process. It was those thundering footsteps that helped snap her back to awareness. Her heart butt scooted along the counter just in time for Xilimyth to crash over the sink it had been blocking. With them only inches apart now, it gave Sorsha a fantastic chance to burn the image of 'super muscled cat tits' into her brain forever.

There was a real show to watch now that one seal had broken. Thanks to Sorsha's unexpected donation the dragon part of Xilimyth had been completely revived. All the vital nourishment given by her was being put through a cycle that amplified it at an astonishing rate.

Raw spirit energy that was now being steadily pushed out through the funnel Sorsha had opened. Xilimyth's body trembled in spurted from her already enhanced features being filled out in the strongest rush yet. Every few seconds some part of her would groan at reaching its limit. Right before it would surge a little larger from merging with this energy.

Her butt would plumpen, robbing their new sweatpants of any slack it had previously offered. Arms flexed on instinct to the sinew swelling denser under the cotton shirt sleeves. Breasts continually puffed and sagged with each labored breath. They inflated a little rounder each time, making Pinkie Pie look increasingly distorted on Xilimyth's chest.

Sorsha had to wipe drool off her chin watching those magnificently growing tits heave and wobble. In a way, she envied that shirt.

It was hard for Xilimyth to miss them either. Those knockers were taking up a good portion of the mirror space. Combined with the increasing surges in her muscles and height getting even a glimpse of her face in the small glass box seemed impossible. At one such opportunity, she also noticed her eyes had changed too. Their generally green sparkle had been replaced with a resonating golden brown. Not nearly as scary a discovery as her pupils stretched into vertical slits.

This was getting insane. It had to have been a delusion brought on by the heat. Xilimyth tried to turn on the faucet. A splash of water would help chill things out.

Ears perked at the sound of loud metal groaning. When she managed to twist into a view over her cleavage, Xilimyth saw the dials had broken off in her monstrous paw-hands. Any reaction she might have had was interrupted by a geyser of water erupting into her chest.

"NYAA!"

Sorsha had made it halfway through undoing the second seal when several things happened at once. Firstly, Xilimyth had lunged forward to try covering the broken faucet with her hands. This only split the torrent into spraying either side of the sink. Blind luck just happened to place one stream directly into Sorsha's face. This knocked both her butt off the sink and her link off the dragon's barrier with a pained meow.

Xilimyth was too occupied with twisting the metal pipe into a knot to notice her at first. Shame she had no time to marvel at her sudden ease of strength. A sudden shattering of glass made her acutely pointed ears to twitch. Golden lizard eyes looked up at the mirror in shock to see two large punctures formed close to her head. There remained enough just enough mirror to realize she had grown horns. Two very long, curved points of hard chitten jutted out behind the base of her ears. They grew out rapidly almost two feet behind her head, forming elegant lightning bolt shapes. Even her neck was starting to get longer, thickening in extra muscle became deeper. It gave an almost rumbling undertone to even the slightest gasp.

Only having half a seal broken did not stop the dragon within Xilimyth. By now it had amassed power close to any of its previous lives. What remained of the seal shattered under only a fraction of the dragon's efforts. More and more of its being poured out of this larger hole, eager to unite with the cheetah's body.

Two loud pops broke Xilimyth out of her stupor. After ramming her horns into the mirror again trying to see over the span of her steadily swelling breasts, it became apparent her shoes were no longer fit for this world. Leather snapped. Seams ripped. One by one, colossal, round toes shot out from the tight confines of delicate female footwear. The more that got free, the more she could see they had changed dramatically as well. Thick sickle claws matching her changed hands made quick work of the socks. That had been some of her favorite brands, but it did feel nice to wiggle those digits in open air. Toes shifted with another pop. All of them were evening out considerably to look more like giant animal paws.

After wiggling them a few times to confirm they were hers, Xilimyth flicked off the remains of her shoes. She promptly jumped at hearing a wet smack followed by a pained cry from her unwitting attack.

"Sorsha!? What the frig are...y-you...nngghh-GRWAAAH!!"

Sorsha rubbed at her face where the shoe sole had struck her, trying to blink the stars away. Looking down she was surprised to find herself visible once more. The pain of her fall must have shattered what remaining magic she had to leave herself exposed at Xilimyths paw-feet.

There was no time to theorize that. Xilimyth cut loose an animal roar that shattered the remaining bathroom mirrors. She had hunched over hugging her abdomen with a look of extreme discomfort. A prelude action Sorsha had come to associate with a huge growth spurt.

The sleeves on Xilimyth's sweatshirt reached their limit, exploding to ribbons around arms developing muscles over their muscles. Tears opened up around the hems of her pant legs, quickly traveling up thick calves, over thighs denser than some tree trunks, and finally losing the battle to contain her huge shelf of a rear end.

Poor Pinkie Pie fell to the ground in tatters as the cheetah stretched back out. At least it felt good to relieve the taunt sensation of newly developed sinew. Sorsha did not care about a little fabric rain, just taking in the glorious, if unintentional, muscle posing of Xilimyth in sports underwear.

Shame that outfit must have been expensive to have stretched so far.

The cheetah was getting at least twice the size of an average person. Not counting the horns that were making annoying scraping sounds across the ceiling as she shuffled around. Adjusting to suddenly having paws for feet took some time.

"W-what are you doing to me, Sorsha!?" Xilimyth said. Her meatball figures cupped her breasts trying to gauge their massive size. There was no way even those full padded palms could get a good grip on her girls. They spilled out between her fingers like sandbags.

"Wazza huh?" It took Sorsha a long time to drag attention away from bouncing, extra-fuzzy boobs. She could, and really wanted to, lose her head between them so badly. "Oh, I'd be proud if I was the one swelling out that big...meaty...hunk...wobbling fuzzy kitty rump..."

"SORSHA!!"

"GAH!" Good thing Sorsha was magically durable or being picked up and shaken by a hulking dragon-cat creature might have sent her head flying into a toilet. Although having her noggin waggling about did seem to create a strange rattling noise. "I mean, I'm not doing anything...directly. The dragons ate up almost all my magical energy and became self-sustaining again. Now we just got to knock those seals cause they're what's preventing your true self from awakening."

"NyarrggghGRAW!" Xilimyth growled half annoyed, but mostly from her muscled body filling out the room a few more inches in all directions. She was still very careful not to crush the other catgirl in her massive paw-hands. Not that Sorsha seemed to mind getting a face full of finger pads. "Nngh! Haah...F-for the last time! I-I'm not a dragon!"

"I've never known a cheetah to have horns so gorgeously imposing before..."

"This is all your fault! C-change...nyaa...Change me brrragh! Nya-GAH! RRRGGAAAHH!"

Mayhaps Sorsha did a bit of miscalculation. Releasing years of dormant dragon energy suddenly on a hapless young woman in prime fitness was having quite the amplification effect. Then again, she hardly had any past experience with dragons to base this on. The meatball fingered hands suffered a surge that made them almost large enough to envelop her entire torso before a spasm released her from their grasp. She landed in a clumsy stance trying to wipe a fresh spray of spittle from her face. Only after she regained balance did Sorsha get knocked flat on her back by the most epic hip-check of her life.

Not that Xilimyth had done it intentionally. Her growths had gone from soft surges to a rapid flow of pulses. Despite her initial fear, every fiber of her was set ablaze. It was actually starting to feel good the way sinew stroked her nerves with their growths.

Every twinge brought just a little more thickness to her muscles. Every breath inflated her curves with slightly more womanly fat. Each time she made a noise it sounded increasingly less cat-like, and more the rumblings of an exalted beast.

Sorsha could not help catching such cries seemed a lot more the throws of pleasure than pain. She looked up at the amazing Cheetah while biting her lower lip. Just the sight of those dangling breasts hellbent on overflowing that sports bra was also making her a bit aroused. Sadly there was still some seal business to break before pleasure could be had.

It took everything Xilimyth had to stay standing, albeit hunched over thanks to the ceiling pushing down on her morphing head. Sensations overwhelmed every last nerve due to large spikes growing directly out of her vertebra. The thick membrane grew out to the connect these spikes into an awesome fan from neck to tail tip.

Her muzzle hung opened in labored pants trying to ride out this wave. Half of her exhausted being wondered if it would ever end.

The other half wondered if she actually wanted it to.

This power was the most incredible event she had ever experienced. Feeling the raw strength swell her up left little need to keep voicing a protest. Hell, hearing the spandex of her sports underwear strain ominously made her excited for the next ripping sounds. Her shorts looked ridiculous anyway, barely covering half her butt anymore. Spotted cheeks bulged with increasing fat that hung comically over the hem. When they gave, there would come that rush of relief at escaping such tight confines. And then the pleasure of knowing her amazing hips would continue growing to spite the universe.

Shame Sorsha could not see such glorious curves overcoming the nuisance of clothing. Her attention was more on the changes imposing on Xilimyth's open mouth. After each sensual moan, Xilimyth's lips would twitch and thicken. Her nose pulsed excitedly as it flattened out and widened along with her jaws, whiskers growing out and multiplying along her puffing upper lip. Slowly the snout became thicker, developing thick tufts of cream and yellow fur along both cheeks. Little cracks caused Xilimyth to gasp from the bridge of her face rising up. It gave her head a more angular, animal, shape. By far the most impressive change on display though was her teeth. Those fangs were growing so sharp that they left Xilimyth with a bit of an overbite each time she closed her mouth. In the end, she still looked feline ramped up to a more majestic level.

Sorsha tried to focus, ignoring the boobs dangling over her head. The spirit was already working on destroying the third seal while the cats were distracted. By now it had become stronger than the prison remains trying to hold it back. Still, it welcomed Sorsha's help to speed things up.

A few quick weaves of her hands and that sucker was good as gone. That took care of the bulk of seals. Sorsha could sense that the dragon was getting stronger the more it connected with Xilimyth. If events so far had been any indication, she had yet to see the real awesome effects of dragon magic.

Xilimyth gasped, and Sorsha yelped almost simultaneously. With the third seal broken a sense of stabilization washed over Xilimyth. The dragon had managed to gush out all of it's energy at last. This allowed her a temporary reprieve while everything settled into a deep well inside her body.

Xilimyth felt way too exhausted to notice her wrecking balls for breasts squashed the top of Sorsha's head when she slouched. Jogging for forty miles had not been nearly this intense, or tenderizing.

A few minutes of awkward gasping eventually alerted Xilimyth to the fact her shoulders were almost touching the far walls. She was practically sitting on the floor just to keep from crashing through the ceiling.

"Aw no fair," Sorsha pouted when awkward shifting took those mountains of cheetah boobs out of reach. "Not to worry, though! Once we finish up those seals, I'm sure you'll be able to get some control over your body again."

"W-w-whaat!? Nyoooo!" Xilimyth backed up into the exit, which only took a step and a half before her butt made an impact. The whole bathroom shook amidst flickering lights. Xilimyth continued squishing her bulk against the wall, creating many cracks to outline her bulging curves. "Stooop it...grwarrr...j-just leave me alone!"

Sorsha could barely form the connection with Xilimyths inner soul when a loud crash knocked her back. The cheetah had attempted to escape through a door roughly a third of her size. All that remained was an accurate Xilimyth-shaped hole where a wall used to be.

Going out of the cramped bathroom proved a mixed blessing. While the corridor back out into the mall still offered plenty of standing space, it was also a tight squeeze for broadened shoulders and even wider hips. Xilimyth tried wiggling her shapely form out with animalistic grunts. With a little effort, her claws could puncture the concrete walls as an anchor to pull herself along. This radical transformation must have filled her rear with liquid adamantium. As she pulled along that butt dug some deep groove along both walls. Yet mere concrete brought no physical harm to said posterior. If anything, it massaged the sensitive fur in a way that turned her face a new shade of red.

Xilimyth could not make her escape very subtle. Her breasts exploded out into the mall first amidst a chorus of startled shouts. The rest of her muscled curves followed to generate a light rain of debris in the immediate area. Trying to balance upright took a bit of practice that almost had her falling over some kiosks. Her body had become so thick and weighted that even her tail did not balance right anymore.

"Hrrrrk! Haa...aaghh gawd grwar!"

She could spot some exit doors nearby, but Xilimyth did not stagger very far before another wave changes crashed upon her. Not helping was the building crowd of people just standing in stupefied awe at the giantess looming over them. A good number had cellphones lined up in desperate attempts to get a shot of her goodies while she struggled not to crush anyone with them. People really are a crazy lot when it comes to admiring imminent danger rather than fleeing from it.

"M-might want...nyaarrggh...p-p-please make space everyone!" Xilimyth hugged her breasts best she could, though her hands could barely wrap around them. It did little to stop the building pleasure emminating from her girls. "T-things arrre about to get even worse!"

She tried to take another step, which was when the pressure rushed to the boiling point. With a thunderous crack, the base of her feet arched into a high degree from her toes. All weight suddenly shifted onto her paws. They grew several times in size to help compensate the payload, but a bit too late. It happened so fast Xilimyth could not counterbalance. She took a hard tumble onto all fours where she decided to wait out the feelings of her feet changing. Soon she had completely digitigrade style paws for feet to go with her full meatball hands. She was not sure which of her limbs had actually changed more but noticed her stance was now parallel to the ground.

It was a great relief to look back and see her hips remained broad and plump for a biped. Escaping would be even more problematic if she got stuck walking on all fours like a feral.

Unfortunately just when she tried standing back up, another rush at her upper back kept Xilimyth on the ground. Filled with unbridled tension, Xilimyth leaned onto her back paws to let loose a roar. That seemed to finally get people around her to panic. She was quickly given a wide birth, but all that mattered now was into two points stretched her flesh just behind the shoulders.

The tight sports bra tore the back asunder as two meaty appendages grew out. Pressure from Xilimyth's Death Stars for a chest flung its front down the mall in a high arch. A set of joints formed, allowing her new limbs to doubled in length again and again. Xilimyth moaned, confused and oddly aroused at feeling alien limbs twitch with fresh life.

The limbs seized up shortly after. Joints along their three sections to fold in on themselves. Xilimyth tried to make them move again, but they had glued shut. Something about her skin was shifting around, stretching around to connect the sections in another way.

Finally, in a rush of orgasmic pleasure Xilimyth flexed for all she was worth. A great whoosh of wind swept several decorative plants off their foundation by the mighty wings that she unfurled. Their spans touched opposite ends of the main hall before folding new membrane into a relaxed state. A little shake caused them to flutter like a spotted cape. They actually looked really cool once Xilimyth's euphoria dwindled enough to admire them.

"Hrrrkkle!!"

Although the periods for admiration over her continuing metamorphosis were very brief. Another sharp surge hit right in her backside, causing hips to bump reflexively in the air. Each time, her shorts groaned at being forced to stretch just a little more past their limits. Her crotch became deeply outlined in the spandex teasing already sensitive nerves to overdrive.

Finally, in one great pelvic thrust, the shorts exploded in a sprinkle of fabric across Xilimyth's paw-feet. That sweet, sweet release she had anticipated was beyond imagination. Feeling a rush of relief combined with fresh air brushing the fine fur of her enlarged posterior. Xilimyth could hardly care that she had her hindquarters hefted high in the air. Her lady goods sat ferally presented for a money shot that would become the staple of many youtube videos tonight.

Slowly the pleasure died out into a dull afterglow. Apparently, the dragon had reached the limits it could go with this level of freedom. All sense of tension washed away into a relaxed state of calmness. Much of it's soul had successfully bound with the cheetah but still had some seals holding it back.

Xilimyth stayed on all fours panting heavily into her own cleavage, which spanned much of the floor under her. She lingered for some time before finding breath again. Very carefully she eased her sloshing rear down to put weight back on her feet. From there she pushed off with both hands, standing up to observe the overall damage of this growth spurt.

Instead, she gained a vantage point that allowed observation of the entire mall. The second floor came level with her broad shoulders, which brushed around them while her head turned in awe. Practically every shopper, security guard, and employee had gathered around the railings to observe her spectacle. A particular white and pink cat stood out like a sore thumb, leaning along the railing with a Cinnabon in her hands.

"Hey, tall, spotted, and sexy! Loom around here often?"

"S-Sorsha!?" Xilimyth said with growing concern to their presence. Still, it was incredible having to go cross-eyed to see people smaller than her muzzle. "Oh my gosh, is this for real? Y-you made me so big!"

Sorsha rolled her eyes with a joyful scoff. "I keep telling you; It's not me. I ran out of magic hours ago. It's the dragon part of your soul reuniting you with greatness. Also, your size wasn't the only thing that got big."

Xilimyth blinked in confusion until Sorsha pointed down. With a glance, she gave a startled growl. Her breasts were jutting out so far they squished under the second-floor landing. One armed quickly clamped around her bouncing babies, trying desperately to cover their nipples. It was a minor success with their girth surpassing even her muscular arm's reach. The other hand grasped blindly before finding a banner advertising some cell phones to wrap around her hips in an improvised skirt.

"Aw come on!" Sorsha said, looking ready to topple over the railing onto Xilimyth's waiting cleavage. "I'm so tired, and we haven't even broken all your seals yet. Let me just snuggle with those ripe, juicy dracat boobies for a few hours, please!"

"Dracat!?"

"Well, yeah! You're a cat fused with a dragon's spirit. Cagon just doesn't sound nearly as adorable."

"Hrrffm!" Xilimyth shifted trying to better keep her chest properly covered with one arm. Not helping was the way her ears and tail perked at finding the term Dracat rather cool. Looking around at all the spectators gathered also did not make her feel any kinds of adorable. "so you can change me back right?"

"Why would you want to..." Sorsha started to say, but the curled-lip glare from Xilimyth got her off the railing and looking more focused. "I mean, hey, I just said I got no magic left in me for a few hours at least. And what good is that against the power of a sexy buffed dragoness?"

"You're kidding me! I can't be stuck like this. Everybodies staring at me."

"Oh, you're not trapped a giant silly. If dragons walked around even looking like that there'd be little of the city left." Sorsha said as she finished nibbling on her cinnamon treat. It almost seemed intentional the way she licked her fingers clean one at a time, causing Xilimyths tail to twitch with increasing ferocity. "Technically you've not completely transformed yet because your dragon spirit is still partially sealed. If we were to, say, bust it free, you would not only get more amazingly awesome, but could probably turn into any kind of form you wanted. You'd be stronger than a dozen of me at any rate."

Xilimyth folded her ears back trying to invent a new shade of red to blush. She contemplated this drastic turn to a bland day while fiddling with the banner skirt dipping across her hips. It did not take long to fight past initial flight instincts for a real resolution. A strong desire to get home brought to light problem greater than keeping cheetah nipples off social media.

"Okay, I guess we don't have a lot of options left...but...um...Sorsha? Is there a way you can get me out of this mall before we do. I...er...don't think my bulk can fit through the doors."

"Oh, absolutely!" Sorsha said after letting out a happy squeal. Just hearing Xilimyth's acceptance to continue their adventures made her day. "I'll just channel enough energy for a teleportation spell and...my...magic...huh?"

Xilimyth cocked an eyebrow watching Sorsha twiddle her fingers like that would make something happen.

"I forgot already; the dragon ate all my magic for lunch." Sorsha stepped back in reaction to a retaliation that did not come. Her gaze nervously drifted up and down the walkways hoping, much like Xilimyth, that some sort of solution would present itself. "To be fair, you can just pick a wall and make your own exit?"

Xilimyth gave an annoyed snort, making sure she leaned in close, so the gush of air knocked Sorsha off her feet.

TO BE CONTINUED...?

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