Show Me What You Got
Commissioned by Giza and featuring Icefyre, a cheetah with a bit of a Napoleon complex.
Show Me What You Got
Commissioned by Giza Icefyre © herself Written by Danath danath.sofurry.com
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"More!"
"Yeah, louder! Faster, DJ!"
"Wooooo!"
Icefyre opened her eyes.
The moment it happened, time slowed down. Icefyre could not explain it any other way. The strobe lights froze as the planetoid orbited towards her, jiggling away in a loose wetsuit. To either side, cheering friends faced away, oblivious that one of their own had fallen away. In the background, beyond the crowd of dancers, a DJ threw his arms up, as though having launched the asteroid her way.
The cheetah's eyes widened. She managed half a step backwards before time resumed its accurate timekeeping and the globular rump slammed into her, knocking her five feet back into a crowd of dancers, causing the short feline to instantly lose sight of the offending backside. She bumped into three more people before catching her balance in the tight-packed crowd. Someone may have shouted at her, but she couldn't hear over the deafening bass this close to the stage.
Icefyre's claws grasped for purchase on the sudsy, slippery floor as more bubbles rained down from the ceiling's many bubble sprinklers. Lights flashed, then went dark as the cheetah tried to figure out where she was in the warehouse - an old industrial building cleared out and used as the temporary home of a suds-and-duds rave, the duds being the full-body wetsuits she and all the other partygoers ware.
Icefyre put on an upbeat face as the music slowed somewhat into the next song, allowing her to catch her breath. The cheetah did not appreciate her height and slim frame at times like this. While surfing was easier, going to giant raves and trying to see anything other than armpits and backsides was more difficult.
Icefyre worked her way to the outside of the ring of people surrounding the DJ, set up on the long wall in front of a graffiti-coated garage door. Speakers hung from the rafters, blasting sound down and around. She had to shove her way past a few people and emerged from the packed dancefloor exhausted and rumpled. Her wetsuit tugged at her fur in all directions. She tugged on the wetsuit as she walked towards the concessions - really just a few people who showed up with coolers to sell water to people at the show.
One of the vendors stood up as Icefyre walked up. He held a bottle of water out to her, which she took. The cheetah reached inside her wetsuit to fish out her cash, but the vendor held up a paw.
Over the blare of the bass, she could barely hear him.
"--one!"
He pointed towards his empty green cooler and then waved his hands towards her.
Icefyre nodded and shouted thank you, but she wasn't sure he could hear her over the bass. He picked up the handle of his cooler and pulled it away towards the exit.
Well, something went right, Icefyre thought. She undid the cap on the bottle and drank deep, using almost half the bottle in a few swallows.
"Ahh!"
She pulled the bottle away and took a deep breath, shrugging her shoulders to alleviate the tension. This wasn't so bad, and the music was good. She took a breath, tipped her head back, and downed the rest of the bottle, then dropped bottle and cap in a nearby trash can. The songs changed and the lights flashed into a new rhythm as she turned and worked her way back into the crowd, refreshed for another attempt at enjoying herself.
The cap fell past some other cups and bottles towards the bottom of the barrel, hiding the telltale signs of a pinhole puncture.
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Two hours later and Icefyre jump up and down with the rest of the crowd as the rave swung into high gear. The music was louder, if anything, shaking the cement foundations below their feet and filling the cavernous warehouse with sound. Each deep pulse sent waves down her spine. The small cheetah worked her way closer and closer to the speakers over the last few hours and was now dancing as hard as she could almost underneath them.
Icefyre waved a glowstick at the DJ, still far away towards the wall of the warehouse. She felt content with the waves of music slamming into her and leaped into the air, trying to get even closer. Like the other dancers, corn starch-based bubbles and suds coated her. They weren't actual soap, she'd discovered, because nobody liked soap in their mouths. These were edible tasteless bubbles.
Her heart thudded in her chest, but she didn't feel out of breath. By the time she landed, she threw her arms up and shouted for more from the DJ, but her voice was lost in the volume of the music as more soapy bubbles descended from the ceiling. She leapt towards them with the rest of the crowd as the music changed over to an even faster beat. When Icefyre landed again, she felt a wonderful heat wash across her, from her toes and up her legs, past her hips and into her chest, then blossoming from there until her whole face burned with a deep and pleasurable heat. She kept dancing as the wetsuit pulled taut across her shoulders and thighs, pulling upwards across her calves and forearms. She kept dancing as the pulsating music enveloped her, lighting her brain on fire and catalyzing the solution in her water from the vendor. Within moments, Icefyre's view of the DJ wasn't just through other people's heads, but over them. The cheetah's blue eyes stared wide-open as her arms stretched out overhead. Smooth onyx fingers pressed outwards from underneath the cheetah's fur before the golden hair disintegrated into nothing. The effect spread down her paws, revealing more black scales atop supple black skin. Icefyre's head tipped backwards as she roared into the music, each pulse pushing the transformation along, each sonic wave washing away her former body.
The vest-style wetsuit strained and stretched around Icefyre's new muscular shoulders, from which enormous arms with powerful biceps curled. The cheetah's gold and brown fur continued to fall away as more of the muscular black dragoness emerged. The music powered along the cheetah's change until the fur around her face fell away, while a strong and long draconic muzzle pressed outwards instead. Black lips pulled to the sides in a grin, showing off dozens of sharp white teeth.
Icefyre's belly contracted as she leaned back again, blue eyes closing. Her body rippled with power as her heavy breasts, now grown many times larger than before, stretched her suit to the limits, threatening to rip the seams of the suit as it pulled tight between her round, hard glutes like a thong.
A few dancers finally noticed the scene in front of them and pulled away as the former cheetah completed her transformation. Leathery black wings pushed through her shoulders and spread out to the sides, unfurling to a full twenty-foot span. Already over eight feet tall, the dragoness ran a talon down her black scales on top of her arm, which felt hard as steel, then back up the smooth skin on the bottom of her arm.
Icefyre smiled again as she closed her wings to her backside. The heat inside only increased as the pulsing music streamed out of the speakers. WIth her physical form permanently altered, the serum's second stage kicked in.
Icefyre roared again as she shot up in size. Her arms went back behind her as she leaned forward, roaring and flexing as dancers around her stumbled out of the way, their screams lost in the overwhelming bass beat. Icefyre felt incredible as the speakers came closer and closer.
Reflective black horns curled from the sides of her head as her body gorged on the sound waves pulsing in the warehouse, accelerating her growth. The dragoness roared again, inches from the massive speakers. She had to lean down to get herself as close to them as she could. Each booming pulse sent ripples across her backside. When more smooth onyx spikes and horns pushed through the wetsuit, it tore gaping holes in the stretchy material, revealing not cheetah fur, but a heavily armored backside covered in smooth plate mail. Roughly octagonal sections of hide rippled across the bulges of muscles as the dragoness ripped herself out of the wetsuit, until mere scraps hung on to her near fifteen-foot frame.
By now even the DJ realized something crazy was going on and made to back away from the table, but the first step he took caught the dragoness's direct attention. She snagged a tower of speakers with both hands, lifting many hundreds of pounds as though it were nothing, and plopped them down in front of the DJ, before her head leaned in, forcing the wide-eyed fox back against the wall.
"Keep playing," Icefyre boomed, licking her lips as she withdrew back to the speakers. Nobody was unaware of the massive dragoness at this point as she towered over the festival goers. Her enormous tail draped across the floor, flopping in front of the exit, as she hit thirty feet in height.
"Keep the music playing!" she shouted again, flexing and stretching her body as she grew closer and closer to the loudspeakers strung up across the warehouse ceiling rafters. The speakers hung at her ears as she stomped her feet, shaking the foundations of the building. Her head pressed into the rafters, so she leaned over, eyes closed, rocking out to the music as it powered her growth larger and larger. She got onto her knees as her huge breasts pressed forward and down, sweeping a chunk of the crowd into her cleavage and across her nipples, each the size of a small car by this point.
Sixty feet, seventy feet... the dragoness's growth squeezed her between all four walls of the building, squishing and smooshing many of the dancers beneath her oversized breasts or enormous posterior. Icefyre still shook her hips, knocking her thighs from one side of the huge warehouse to the other and smashing through the pillars holding up the ceiling. Bricks and debris fell down around her shoulders, but her leathery wings protected her, acting as an umbrella as she danced to the beat. The lights went out in the building and nearby, leaving the room in darkness except for the few stray beams of moonlight coming in through the broken roof.
The music cut out when her huge rump swung too far, smashing the rigging to pieces. Disappointed, Icefyre scowled.
"I guess this party is a bust!" the dragoness roared.
All the enormous creature had to do was stand up and the building fell into pieces around her. She erupted with another roar as dust and bricks fell away from her backside, both huge wings unfurling majestically against the full moon behind her.
Her foot kicked at the remaining standing portion of the warehouse, knocking it away and revealing the crowds of dancers underneath, many scrabbling for purchase in the bubbles. Icefyre, well over a hundred feet tall at this point, flexed her arms and legs, popping her powerful muscles out against her scales and skin. Her long tail whipped behind her, smashing apart a neighboring warehouse and setting off a few minor explosions. The dragoness leaned towards the trapped dancers, white teeth shining in the moonlight, until the huge booms of those explosions made her go rigid.
Her growth exploded, adding another ten feet in a few moments. Icefyre groaned with power, drunk on it, as another explosion in the warehouse behind her caused another spurt of growth. Her spiked tail lashed out, smashing another nearby warehouse. The dragoness moaned as a series of explosions ricocheted through the remaining warehouses, each accelerating the dragoness's growth to epic proportions.
One of her mighty black hands swept downwards, scooping a handful of ravers into her palm, then up into the air and into her muzzle. Her teeth closed as she swallowed them whole, then roared into the night air as a series of explosions went off around her.
The drug-filled ravers in her belly added additional medicinals into the mix. Icefyre's eyes dilated as she swung her tail around in a complete circle, striking through three propane tanks in a shed behind one of the remaining warehouses. The blast knocked Icefyre a step backwards, but also increased her size by almost fifty feet. The dragoness roared again, muscles flexing, as she looked around the ruined warehouses surrounding her feet. She kicked at them, flattening them, but no more sonic explosions occurred, so she looked around the darkened city.
The twinkling lights of downtown beckoned her, but Icefyre's eyes stared somewhere else: the Army base on the city's edge where they kept their...
The dragoness groaned as pleasure seeped through her...
... explosive ordnance.
Icefyre smashed her way through several strip malls and gas stations. She dug her massive hand into the ground and scooped out the tank at one, then threw it at another gas station down the street, causing a gigantic fireball and a very satisfying growth spurt. By the time she reached the base, she was past 300 feet.
The small shells fired by the tanks exploded around her belly and tits, tickling her skin and each noisy enough to encourage a few more feet of enlargement. Icefyre stomped past them, not even bothering to kick them out of the way as their shells hit against her lower thighs and hips. She grinned and kicked the lid off of one of the missile silos at the far end of the base and leaned over. Her huge chest squeezed into the tarmac as she reached down the shaft and into the storage area beneath. Feeling her way around and knocking aside anyone caught in the path of her talons, Icefyre's eyes closed as she felt the tank shells smacking against her upturned rump. She leaned forward, flattening her huge breasts against the smooth tarmac, gasping and moaning as the shells popped against her thighs and rear end.
Her eyes almost crossed as her paw finally found what it was looking for. She relaxed for just a moment, enjoying the barrage on her backside just a little longer, before ripping her arm free of the base, pulling a rack of powerful warheads from the storage room beneath the base.
"Thanks, boys," she said, turning to blow a kiss at the tanks, before jumping away. She grinned and turned back towards the army base as several houses and school flattened under her feet. She held the rack of missiles up like a basketball, jumped, and shot them back towards the base, sending them neatly through the hole in the tarmac. "She shoots, she sco-oooooaaahhh!"
The explosion erupted from the ground, sending chunks of earth flying. The shockwave knocked the 400-foot-tall dragoness flat on her back, though her heavy armor protected her from any damage. The resulting noise echoed through her eardrums, spurring on many hundreds of feet of growth as she writhed across the city on her backside, destroying entire buildings beneath her breasts as she rolled over and bucked her hips, lusting for more power, more growth, more... sound.
The dragoness's wings spread outwards and flapped twice, lifting the thousand-foot giant to her feet. She ignored the smoldering wreckage of the missile explosions behind her and ran through the night, half flying as her wings spread to catch the air. The silos nearby... she licked her lips and clenched her thighs as she thought about growing larger... even bigger... the biggest...
She peeled the lid of the silo with her claws like a can opener going to town on tinned vegetables. The missile felt light in her hands when she yanked it out of the silo, loving the blaring sirens and explosive jolts from the tank rounds spattering against her impenetrable hide. Her palms caressed the smooth metal sides of the bulky weapon of mass destruction and pulled it against her, between her incredible breasts. She even lowered her muzzle to kiss the red tip, swathing her tongue across the radioactivity symbols in yellow and red.
Icefyre's eyes squeezed shut. Her arms clenched, dimpling the metal container of the missile. Tanks so eagerly firing at her moments before fled the opposite direction as the realization of what the enormous creature intended dawned on their collective minds.
Icefyre's muzzle hung open as she spread her lips around the missile and then pulled back off, grinding her teeth into the steel for a satisfying squeal of noise that jolted her another dozen feet higher. Her drenched thighs wrapped around the WMD, grinding against it as a thrill of exotic pleasure tingled through her abdomen.
A few heavy moans and dents later, Icefyre's eyes narrowed at the tip of the bomb, examining the broad length of phallic steel with some interest, until she shook her head, coming to her senses.
"Not that crazy."
Instead, Icefyre peeled another missile silo and pulled out a second missile. She held one in each paw, hefting them up like footballs, as the fighter jets pummeling her with small arms fire finally gave up for fear of hitting the missiles she carried, letting them rest against her enormous breasts. The heavy armaments barely dimpled her swollen bosoms as she stomped towards the ocean several miles away, making it in a few strides. Over 800 feet tall, entire blocks of the city disappeared beneath her tread. The entire metropolitan area roared with noise: sirens, alarms, whistles, even the heavy storm sirens, all of it feeding into the giantess's growth.
Icefyre swung her tail as she reached the ocean, sweeping it into the sea before dragging it back around in an arc, causing a cartoon-like tsunami several hundred feet tall. Icefyre's drenched thighs ran with feminine fluids as her paws tightened around the missiles. The crashing water caused her body to swell, expand to new, unknown heights, rising to nearly a mile into the atmosphere, as the missiles turned into mere toys in her paws, firecrackers like a child would use.
The dragoness grinned as her tail swept away what remained of the nearby county, causing a satisfying crash of debris and buildings and earth and water that rang in her ears, even from a mile away. Rearing back, she tossed one missile underhand high into the air. She quickly threw the second one after it, nailing the first a few miles offshore. The dragoness smiled as she closed her eyes, protecting herself from the flash, then moaning as the shock wave and noise enveloped her, spurring her growth.
By the time she'd emptied the silos of the military across the nation in a 2,000-mile rampage that took her less than an hour, Icefyre's big toe could obliterate an entire city underfoot, something she proved several times over on her journey around the globe. She strode the Earth stomping and squishing and throwing nukes back and forth, making the biggest noises she could to spur her growth, until the planet itself was too small and too quiet. She could barely hear the creaking gurgles and cracks of the mantle dimpling and crushing under her feet, sometimes exposing parts of the glowing magma core underneath. The heat felt nice on her toes. But other than the crackle of what was to her a very small campfire, there was no noise, nothing to continue her lust for loudness.
Unless... Icefyre's eyes widened. Her arm stretched outwards, through space itself. She launched herself from the planet Earth, shoving it hard enough to put it off balance, and grasped the Moon in her outstretched paw.
Like a baseball, the titan dragoness hurled the Moon towards the Earth. Though noise could not travel to her in space, the shock wave surged through her as she grew larger yet, bigger and more massive, altering the orbits of nearby planetoids.
The planet-sized dragoness arched her back as horns grew down her spine, thrusting her hips forward and clenching her rump as her huge tail swept a trail of destruction through the solar system, slamming into asteroids and taking a chunk out of Saturn's rings.
Incredible musculature made cosmic destruction no more than a nuisance to Icefyre. She could feel the power of the universe flow through her body as her impervious scales stretched across her swollen shoulders. Her arms and legs were thick as each other, meaty and sinewy under her black skin where the armored scales were thinner and more flexible. The same with her belly, which was hard as steel not because of her armor, but because of the incredible definition of the cosmic dragoness's abs.
A sound buzzed in Icefyre's ears, drawing her attention as the rest of the noises of the solar system failed to drive her growth further. She turned towards the source and smiled.
The sun.
The dragoness dove towards the glowing ball of superheated liquid hydrogen as the buzzing sound of it filled her ears and drove her body to grow, grow, larger and larger as she approached the corona. Her size increased three-fold, until each globular rump cheek was literally the size of Earth.
Closer and closer as the scales on her body glowed red with heat. Her cries of lust - lost in the roar of the fire as her body dove straight into the sun, disappearing smoothly, barely rippling across the surface.
To the casual cosmic observer, that might have appeared to be the end of it: a destroyed planet, half-destroyed outer ring, and a swollen central star.
Only the star kept swelling.
The sun grew larger, brighter, hotter, bigger and bigger, until the unmistakable outlines of breasts, hips, and hands pressed outwards, from the inside of the star itself, until Icefyre burst free.
Splashes of golden fire erupted from around the black dragoness like a universal firecracker, sending shards of burning helium across the system. Hot lava drizzle and slid down Icefyre's red-hot scales, which cooled immediately in contact with open space. As she spread her wings and opened her arms, stretching herself out to her full size, she bellowed into the void, chest heaving as she searched for her next form of sound.
Her wings spread across the galaxy, sweeping away constellations and stars with an easy twitch of her huge wings. She plucked suns from nearby solar systems, held them close to her ears, each one adding a few million miles of growth, until even the stars strewn across the universe failed to entice her appetite.
But there was something else. Something... loud...
The dragoness felt weak at the knees as she craned her head around, trying to find the source, gradually drawing in on a seemingly empty part of space.
But it wasn't empty. It was a black hole.
A very loud black hole.
Icefyre's eyes opened as she grew and grew and grew, muscular and huge, faster and faster the closer she drifted to the sonic pulsing beats of the black hole. The rhythmic noises accelerated her size, until she was measurable in light years. Icefyre's belly burned, her body ached with pleasure, as the growth became ever more extreme the closer she drifted towards the black hole.
Nothing can escape a black hole, but can something outgrow it? Icefyre's body distended and spasmed, knocking aside whole galactic clusters as more black holes latched on, spurring her growth to even more ridiculous, astronomical sizes, until there was nothing in the universe at all but the dragoness and the black holes, which somehow made the black dragon both smaller and larger at the same time.
Her knees twitched. Her groin ached. She opened her mouth, sighing as the climax she so desperately required shivered across her belly and thighs. She was the largest thing in existence. She was it. She was the definition of the universe. As black holes collided around her, fueling her growth until even they could no longer contain her, she shuddered and gasped, crying out as her orgasm sent blasts of electricity ricocheting through time and space.
Her growth accelerated as the crashing black holes made louder and louder galactic explosions, echoing on one another, growing exponentially in volume as the dragoness writhed, both hands between her legs, bucking her hips and screaming in four dimensions, across all of space, all of time, until her flexing legs, her humping belly, her aching nipples and oversized breasts were all that remained, flexing and growing more muscular until time and size had no meaning.
The climax peaked. Icefyre's eyes rolled up in her head. Her ankles kicked and spasmed as she turned her head to the side, hips shivering, drenched between the thighs, pulled through and in and on and of everything, everywhere, climaxing all at once, more and louder and faster and more and louder and faster...
"More!"
"Yeah, louder! Faster, DJ!"
"Wooooo!"
Icefyre opened her eyes.
The moment it happened, time slowed down. Icefyre could not explain it any other way. The strobe lights froze as the planetoid orbited towards her, jiggling away in a loose wetsuit. To either side, cheering friends faced away, oblivious that one of their own had fallen away. In the background, beyond the crowd of dancers, a DJ threw his arms up, as though having launched the asteroid her way.
The ten-foot-tall dragon's eyes widened. She opened her wings behind her, keeping herself steady, and reached out both muscular black-scaled arms before time resumed its accurate timekeeping and the globular rump slammed into her palms, filling her fingers with warm, squirmy dancer. The dragoness grinned down at the plump black panther in her arms past the swell of her chest, all wrapped up and held tight by a gigantic wetsuit, and squeezed the feline's rump suggestively before releasing the startled cat. Icefyre smirked and lifted both arms as her wetsuit clung to her prodigious chest, with special reinforcements to hold her various horns and spikes. The tight fabric clung to her body, outlining every rippling muscle across her incredible frame, from her broad shoulders to her taut rump to her sturdy and wide feet and claws. She was formidable, though in the current context of being covered in bubbles at a music concert, perhaps not so scary.
The dragoness furled her wings and swung her hips in time to the music, the tallest person in the crowd by four feet. She waved her arms and shouted at the DJ, loving the music. Her claws hit at the bubbles floating from the ceiling as she danced with three or four people at once. Icefyre's blue eyes flashed in the strobes as she grinned at all the short people around her. It was pretty great being the tallest one in the building at a rave...