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Jakebe squirmed as he felt Rane's scaled fingers shudder and thicken all around him. He clung to the edge of one just to see something other than the dark red talon, but it was quickly extending past his field of vision. It didn't help that his wings and the bulk of his body blotted out the light of the moon and stars; his night vision wasn't that good, and it was increasingly difficult to see anything beyond open air and dragon. He could hear the sound of the dragon's growth, though. Scales stretched and creaked as they strained to cover the new mass that was stuffing itself beneath that protective armor. It was a wonder they weren't sloughing off, that Rane's impossible expansion wasn't forcing him to molt. It must have been something about the magic coursing through him. But now was not the time to wonder about that.

Another strong beat of Rane's wings carried them higher in the air. The sound of their cutting the air was unique but astonishingly loud. Jakebe looked up to see what he could of the shadowy figure. His husband was immense by now, easily pushing 80 feet tall and still expanding. His horned head was almost crowded by muscle, his wide wings appearing almost undersized spread out behind the astonishing width of his back and chest. Rane's glowing eyes were the only source of light he had, and they were focused ahead of him, unblinking.

"Where...oof! Where are we going?" Jakebe called up, nearly slipping into the growing cave of the dragon's fist when another spurt of growth wracked him.

"Someplace safe." The dragon's voice was incredibly deep and loud, even hissed through gritted teeth. "We can't go home."

His voice dropped further in the time it took to say six words. He was nearing 100 feet now.

Jakebe struggled to figure out how to deal with this, trying to hold on to a finger that was getting too thick to navigate. He was largely protected from the gale winds that whipped through his fur, and if he ducked under the line of Rane's talon he was almost completely sheltered. But once they landed, he was going to need a plan of action.

The talisman was a magical battery that had been meant to give Rane the ability to boost his own innate powers. It didn't make sense that it would function as a black hole instead, taking magical energy and funneling it directly into the dragon's growth. True, he had snuck in a small spell that would make Rane slightly bigger whenever he used it, but the effects weren't meant to be nearly this drastic. Something had gone seriously wrong.

Or, perhaps, hermetic magic simply didn't mix well with the wild magic of faeries. That might have something to do with it, too.

OK then, a slight miscalculation might result in a runaway effect like this. The question was, what could he do now to stop or reverse it? Would it be best to let it run its course and then find a way to undo it? Would it even stop if he didn't find a way to break the spell? What if sinking more magic into it just kickstarted the process all over again?

Rane rumbled, the air around the jackalope almost visibly shaking as the dragon creaked even larger. He had broken 100 feet tall, and he was still growing. His arms had been forced away from his sides, his chest ballooning past his chin. Flying should have been impossible at this point.

"Are you all right?" Jakebe called up. He would have enhanced his voice magically, but he was fairly sure that wouldn't be a good idea just now.

"It...it feels so good." Rane's voice boomed around him, more quake than sound. "So much power...flooding through me..."

The dragon snarled, though to Jakebe it sounded much like a roar. The talon he clung to visibly expanded as Rane grew another twenty feet taller in the space of a few seconds. Jakebe's stomach leapt up into his throat as they descended suddenly and rapidly. There was no doubt Rane was starting to have trouble staying aloft. Even though the ground was likely to be that much worse off if he crashed into it, that probably wasn't something that should happen.

"Maybe we should find some place to land until this rides out." Jakebe suggested this in as calm a voice as he could manage, though his heart pounded inside his chest. "We have to be far enough away from people by now."

He didn't know if Rane heard him, or if he simply landed of his own accord. The jackalope heard the thick crack of trees buckling against the wind the giant dragon whipped up with his wings, followed almost immediately by a tremendous thoom as his talons landed in the dirt. The entire time, the fist he was held in grew around him. Scales almost audibly creaked as they swelled around a skyscraper of a body; Jakebe could see individual ones coating the finger he was clinging on to, thousands of fine ones almost glittering in the dim light. He stared at Rane's talon, transfixed as it expanded steadily, relentlessly.

Rane's breath was a constant and rolling thunder at this point. The dragon's chest rose above the jackalope like a storm cloud, golden scales warping around impossibly thick musculature. Somewhere behind those pecs was a draconic muzzle groaning, voice demonic in its bass and volume, lost in the sensation of expansion. Wings folded against Rane's back, covering the expanse like a cloak. From below, the sound of snapping trees and churning, crumbling earth became a bit more distant all the time.

Jakebe was almost overwhelmed by his husband's incredible size. Rane's growth began to slow once he passed 140 feet tall, his shoulders and torso more than thick enough to make even that height seem squat. If the dragon was a pretty good heat source before, he was a furnace now. The air shimmered around him as he breathed, the armor of his scales giving one final creak before he finally shuddered to a stop at 150 feet tall. Even though he could feel the winter wind blowing around him, Jakebe couldn't feel cold. He was too excited, and he knew Rane was too.

"What...what happened?" It took a moment before Rane's voice could be deciphered as anything but a clap of thunder. Jakebe could feel it rumbling through him enough to make his teeth chatter. "What was that all about?"

"Slight miscalculation with the talisman's spells, I think. Are you feeling OK?" Jakebe slid a paw over the side of Rane's finger. He wondered if the dragon could even feel it.

A golden glow surrounded him suddenly as the giant shifted, leaning over his own chest to see his hand. Rane's glowing eyes provided enough light for Jakebe to see that head looming over him, barbels as thick as trees twisting excitedly. "I...feel fine. Better than fine, even."

The dragon grinned, revealing fangs that Jakebe didn't want to think about the size of. He lowered his fist, and a different, more immediate heat rose up to bake the fae's footpaws. Those monstrous fingers opened and tilted, forcing his small companion to tumble and sprawl out into his palm. He paused just long enough to show off what he was going to wrap that hand around before he did it.

Rane's cock was astonishingly large, even considering his size. The base was too thick to thick between his heavily muscled-thighs, spreading the vent it had emerged from so much Jakebe had to wonder how on Earth it fit. It rose up beyond the dragon's barreled chest, the tip probably capable of brushing against his barbels if his bulk would allow it to get near his muzzle. Considering his monolithic size, his erection had to be several stories high on its own and weigh as much as a multi-story apartment building. How it managed to rise instead of curve down towards the earth under its own mass was anyone's guess, but the almost sub-sonic thud of his pulse shook the air around it. Jakebe's mouth hung open as he watched the gigantic shaft loom closer and closer over him, draping him in musk-drenched shadow.

"Wait, what are--ack!" The rabbit squirmed in the vast plain of Rane's palm before he was brushed against the dragon's underchannel. The shudder of his husband's body was a quake all around him, and the approving rumble was muffled boom and vibration all at once.

"Sorry. I have to. This feels too good, and...I know it won't go down unless I take care of it. You don't mind, do you?" Rane's voice, even amplified and deepened as it was, carried a playfulness that cut through Jakebe's worry and confusion. He felt the tiny jackalope squirm against his skin and chuckled. "I didn't think you would."

Jakebe took a deep breath to calm himself. His heart was thundering in his chest and the heat of his husband was almost oppressive. Each rush of blood along the building-sized cock was a physical shock that pressed him back into the scaly surface of Rane's talon. He briefly thought about using his magic to reduce the stimulation, but he remembered almost immediately what had happened as soon as Rane touched the magical barrier in his aborted fight with Baffin. The last thing either of them needed was another runaway growth spurt, even if this one had worked out pretty well. He took another breath, letting his nostrils and lungs burn with the dragon's scent, and slowly put his paws on the immense black wall he was pressed against.

The response was immediate. He could feel tendons behind him shift as the dragon's fingers curled, and the tell-tale rumble of his pleasure boomed all around him. Jakebe panted as he nuzzled curiously, wondering just how much Rane could feel at this size. There was another moan, another squeeze. Whatever magic had made the dragon this size had also made him incredibly sensitive -- or perhaps just linked him to the source of it. Either way, he could pleasure the giant. He was going to exploit that.

He felt his own arousal building once again as he spread his limbs wide against the thundering bulk of the erection above him. He brushed the skin with soft fingers, pushing enough to feel the texture of it and provide Rane with further stimulation. He slid his legs and knees along the underchannel, grinding his hips so that the pulse of his own excitement could be felt. Soft nuzzles and brushes with his whiskers graduated to kisses and licks, and over the space of that first minute he felt the giant shudder again and again.

Jakebe barely felt it when Rane's other hand slid over his own oversized member. Waves of pressure crushed against the jackalope as he was lifted towards the tip, then dragged back down towards the root. The sheer magnitude of the heat forced him to keep his eyes closed, his muzzle panting when he wasn't otherwise engaged. He imagined the sight of the dragon in the clearing they had landed in, gigantic talons clawing through dirt as if it were sand, the trees dropping their leaves with every moan and movement. Rane would need both hands to stroke himself off, thick fingers dwarfed by the girth of his member, smooth scales rolling over the veined surface as his excitement grew.

His imagination made him weak, too. He could feel his own shaft almost ache with need, the heavy balls below them pressured with the desire to release. His curious exploration of his husband's size slowly collapsed into more rhythmic thrusting, fingers spread wide just to clutch as much as he could. His chest practically ached whenever he breathed, everything else about their predicament falling away as he gave himself over to his lust.

Rane's excitement outpaced his discretion. The sensation of both hands over the supernaturally sensitive skin of his member made his knees buckle, and eventually he simply sank down to a kneeling position. The impact on the clearing was devastating, the shockwave uprooting a young pine in front of him. It bent against another tree with a creak as the mammoth's cock cast them both in shadow. The ground churned and cracked beneath his tonnage, grass obliterated by the slightest touch and the soil beneath crushed, moved and flung as he worked himself into a rhythm. His thick tail lifted up and slammed back to earth, reducing another tree to kindling and stripping the bark off of several others. If he was well-armored before, he was impenetrable now; but he felt everything, a riot of sensations almost too varied and intense to make sense of.

His own pleasure is what kept him anchored. The spire of his cock sent ripples of pleasure through him that were too intense to ignore. Anything that captured his attention could only do so for a moment before the glide of his hand or the movement of his lover brought him right back to his arousal. He couldn't stop touching himself, pre beginning to leak out of his tip and splash thick over the torn earth below. It slickened his fingers and the jackalope in his palm, changing the texture of both as he kept rubbing, kneading his flesh firmly enough to feel the harmless prick of his claws. His hips were practically grinding into his palms of their own accord, his body desperate for climax.

The rhythmic thrusting created waves of tremors that crashed through the forests surrounding the giant dragon, shaking loose leaves, then smaller branches, then cracking the roots of trees all around him as the shaking continued. The ground rolled visibly as Rane pushed his oversized maleness against his smooth-scaled palms, tip throbbing high in the air near his muzzle, pre splashing through the canopy below to turn the forest into more of a swamp. Trees were steadily, relentlessly uprooted as their roots shook free of the softening earth, soil promptly washed away by the growing flood.

Jakebe's climax was sudden; one stroke along Rane's shaft carried him close, and the next caused the jackalope's body to lock as he came against the throbbing tower he was pressed against. Rane could feel the small body shuddering against him, even through the haze of his lust. He growled in pleasure, the earthquake around him intensifying for a few seconds, and then the dragon stiffened.

Muscles audibly creaked as he tensed, and the underchannel Jakebe flattened against pushed him back into Rane's palm. A heartbeat later, the dragon's erection erupted. Rane moaned and leaned back as hundreds of gallons of seed rocketed into the air, cresting two or three hundred feet, then raining down on the trees right in front of his knees. The pines and willows were coated immediately, half-stripped by the force of the impact, and were just beginning to recover when the second blast landed, then the third, and fourth...

Rane went blind with the sensation of the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Every shudder of his own fingers, or the movement of his husband buried in his grip, renewed the intensity of it. He was left breathless through more than a dozen blasts, finally able to slump after more than a minute. Amazingly, he was still cumming, his shaft finally leaning forward to coat another spot of the forest a couple hundred feet away. He was coated in the warm, viscous ooze of his own seed, his fingers sticky with the stuff. When he slowly unwrapped his talons around his still-bucking member, he found Jakebe flat in his palm and similarly coated from head to toe.

He slowly lifted his paw to his muzzle, tongue flickering over the tiny jackalope in his grip. Every once in a while, another shudder would wrack his body; it took him nearly five minutes before he was finally merely trickling over the flooded woods. "Sorry about that," he rumbled, as quietly as he could.

"It's...it's OK." Jakebe was clearly still getting his breath back as well, doing his best to clear his head from his own dazedness. "That was something that clearly needed to happen."

"I guess so." Rane took a deep breath, his pecs pushing against his chin almost immediately. He was again reminded just how thick he had become. It would take some time to get used to his own body. "But it looks like I caused quite a mess."

The jackalope grinned, his expression still shocked, a little tired. "Yeah, but I've got that. Let me just rest up for a bit, OK?"

Rane nodded, his eyes glowing brightly enough to illuminate the fae in his palm. "Of course. But perhaps we should leave this place for now. If the police show up, it would be a little difficult to explain this."

Jakebe chuckled. "It's going to be difficult to explain this no matter what. We're going to have to...figure out a way to address this to both the mundane and the magical authorities."

"Is it really that serious?" Rane raised an eyebrow, his barbels twisting in that nervous manner he got when he was worried about something.

"Well....a 150-foot dragon appearing out of nowhere isn't a minor occurrence. But we'll worry about that later. For now, maybe we should get to the Bay or something. I could do with a bit of cleaning up." Jakebe took a deep breath and finally rolled to a sitting position in his mate's palm.

"You're not the only one," Rane snorted. "I can't believe you made this big a mess."

Jakebe laughed. "Excuse me? I'm not the one who just came all over a forest for five straight minutes."

Rane grunted, forcing his arm against his chest so he could get his palm close enough to nuzzle the jackalope inside it. "No, but you were the one whose magic made it possible. Even though I'm sure that wasn't your intent."

"Not my intent, but certainly my pleasure."

Rane chuckled, and licked Jakebe one more time. "Naughty fae. I love you."

Jakebe pushed at the titanic muzzle looming over him, squirming with embarrassment. "Hah. I love you too."

The giant dragon rose to his talons carefully and picked his way through the swamp, his barbels detecting salt on the wind to determine which way the Bay would be. Things would certainly get more complicated from here, but that was tomorrow's worry. Tonight, the dragon and jackalope would celebrate the predicament they found themselves in.