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The Isle of Kinoa -- Part 9

By Luther

Safely through the large doorway, with tail and tail feathers turned towards where they fought for the two giants' approval, Dragonien and Phen were eager to put the place behind them. As if they had that much choice, they were forced to make their escape through the only door still large enough for them at that point, likely no coincidence. Forward was now the only option.

Their continued wanderings took them from beyond the sandy arena through twisted path and odd, winding stairs. The place was like a patchwork quilt with rooms that shifted wildly in design from one to the next. One might appear plain and cave-like and then lead to a vaulted cathedral in miniature with carved relief walls and then on to what looked like the wood-paneled foyer of some wealthy governor's mansion complete with paintings of odd creatures and people in strange clothes. Whoever built this place and fashioned each room had peculiar sense of humor or could not decide what it should look like and just chose to build a little of everything. They passed quickly through each space when it was determined nothing sinister waited for them, not anxious to wait for whatever might make residence there to return. They seemed to be getting lower and deeper into the interior of the mountain. If whatever granted wishes lay at the center, then perhaps down was not a bad way to head.

Having no idea where they were, it was quickly determined that one path was as good as another and a random choosing at the next junction sent them down a hall which they were just as prepared for as any other. Up ahead they saw the crisscrossing lines of reflected water spilling out into the hallway. Somewhere in the next room probably lay a pool or some form of standing water. But wait, they moved across the floor, not the ceiling. Why would they be there?

Curious and made more daring by their recent victories (any situation where they emerge alive and unchecked is a victory in either's book), they rounded the corner to see what could possibly be making such an effect. They were not prepared for what they saw.

They were looking into a room and out into the ocean. Not an overlook presiding over the waves, actually into the ocean. They could see the sandy floor and seaweed rooted there stretching up above and out of sight. It was as if some great glass pane on the far side of the room held back the water which would otherwise come crashing down around them. Dragonien and Phen could plainly see they were below the water level and both sweating rock walls and smell of salt confirmed it. They were deep enough to be far obscured from view of the surface but close enough to for the light to filter down below the waves and illuminate the room in a shifting kaleidoscope of light. Either that or it was an impressively thorough illusion, a fair cut above smoke and mirrors.

All about the enormous window to the sea was a jutting and monstrous carving they nearly missed within sight of such curiosity. A huge and grinning head was shaped in stylized fashion and set over it to resemble that of some unidentifiable shaggy beast with wide eyes. A pair of trunk-like arms came down around the sides of the window to finish framing it.

Dragonien worked up the courage to investigate and moved towards the wall of water, picking his way around the small pools of water and various earth-ware constructs that littered the room: past large, barrel-sized vases, toppled stone columns, and ruined statues -some of which still had outstretched arms bearing covered urns. A historian might find these fascinating but in the light of the clear and impossibly unobstructed ocean it could scarcely compete for attention. The dragon found himself just inches from where the obedient water held itself upright. Tentatively, he reached out to touch where wall should have been. His claws met a solid but unseen surface, rough and uneven like the rocks around it. It wasn't until he squinted and his eyes refocused that he could just discern the edges of a translucent shape there holding firm. Yes, this had to be some kind of magic or at least assisted by such.

The room was huge. That much was starting to dawn upon them once they took their new towering statures into consideration. Even at their twenty odd foot tall height, the top of the magical window was somewhere above their heads and the ceiling further still.

Seeing Dragonien take an interest in such construction, Phen couldn't help but remark. "If you're so impressed by such things perhaps you should ply your art to creative ends and less destructive ones? Maybe you could make something for a change."

She would have earned a dirty look were it not for the distraction and another realization. They had nearly forgotten the parting comments of their former 'hosts'. They were about someone or something named Barbas. Was this statue supposed to be he? Given what they've seen thusfar, they weren't above expecting the thing to spring to life and attack them.

With perfect timing to their current consideration they noticed a perceptible change in the room. The thin pools of standing water jumped once, then paused, then jumped again, repeating this over and over. Some of the looser jars throughout the room rattled in unison, synchronized with the shaking water.

They were footsteps, huge and heavy footsteps. Something was coming. While they at their large size wouldn't notice the vibration any more than each other plodding along, the rest of the world still did. It couldn't have been either of them, neither were moving and they wouldn't have noticed it otherwise. But from where was it coming? They didn't pass anything in the halls ... but then again, there were so many passages. Their eyes roved to the walls and the ocean outside and up to the ceiling.

At last a shadow did, in fact, fall over the entryway they had just came from moments before. A thick and vaguely humanoid shape worked its way through a doorway made just a little too small for it, a door the pair had no problem passing through. With one fluid motion it cleared its head under the stone lintel and was able to stand upright once more.

The word hirsute was well short of appropriateness. This thing roughly masculine in stature but there was no doubt it was monstrous. It was practically made of shaggy green fur ranging the colors of kelp to sea foam. Broad shouldered and set forward, it was proportioned not unlike a gorilla with long and thick arms with a pair of curled horns mismatched in size and shape atop of its head.

"You thought I'd come from the sea portal or maybe even the statue, right?" It spoke to them in a rough voice and gave a dismissive half chuckle. "You wouldn't be the first." The wooly beast stopped to allow itself a long and stretching yawn, as if it were just roused from sleep. "Aaanyway, better get to it then-" the thing said and immediately launched itself to a roar, seamlessly transitioning from the sense of rehearsed obligatory action to genuine anger as it beat brawny fists upon barrel chest.

The monster gave them no other warning, scarcely further time, and moved surprisingly fast for a thing of its size. Within the span of a blink the beast was right on top of Dragonien, charging through the room, crashing through the stoneware and pushing aside the crumbled half-columns. In one instant it was just scant feet away and from this very personal vantage Dragonien could see just how big the assailant was, standing a full head and a half above the dragon. In the next instant the dragon found himself being thrown back, just having enough time to bring his arms up in some defensive posture where the forearms bore the brunt of hit and harsh abrasion that knocked him from his feet and the wind from his lungs. He lay there for a moment, dull of hearing and staring at the ceiling in dizzied shock.

Slowly, awareness returned. He didn't have time to check if he was bleeding or not. The yelling of his companion brought his attention back up to the reality of the situation as he made his body follow. Phen had jumped on the creature's back shortly after and was latched firmly on. Her arm was looped around his neck but it was far too thick to effectively choke. She was successfully making a nuisance of herself, however.

Phen was losing whatever control she managed to over the situation. The monster's stocky limbs and hunched demeanor made it difficult to pry her off of its back but the thing was strong and bucked like a bull twice its size. Eventually it gave up on trying to grab her and opted for a new strategy entirely. It put a solid wall behind herself and soon made it clear that it intended to throw itself backward and crush her against it. Visual acuity warned her of this and she released her hold just before the fact, let gravity carry her downward, and tucked herself into a ball. Committed to its reverse momentum, the beast tripped over her and smashed itself instead. With a pained grunt it fell over sideways and Phen rolled away from the toppling brute. Not fast enough, however. A rough and leathery hand seized her by the shoulder and yanked her over as it regained its footing. Standing now, and holding her in front, it threatened her with a balled fist cocking backward in preparation to strike.

It was about this time that the dragon came bearing down on top of it. Having stood back up himself, he saw the sorry state of things and rushed to her aid. Along his way he though to grab at one of the fallen yet intact columns, hefting it like a crude club. He swung it just in time to prevent Phen's own pummeling, slamming the stone over the monster's back with a loud cracking sound and a small cloud of dust as his weapon broke.

Pain must have wracked its nerves because it reflexively released the bird from its grip. It stumbled forward, spinning and putting its back against the same wall it had hit moments before.

"Thou hast bested me!" it bellowed. "Gar!" The monster's arms flailed and clutched at its throat as it fell forwards and made exaggerated gurgling sounds with its mouth.

Wait a second. Gar? Who talks like that?

The creature slammed into the ground -or it would have if it were a creature. As it hit the floor its form dissolved in a quickly spreading mass of smoke that soon evaporated entirely, leaving no trace of its being.

"Oh, not this again!" an exasperated Dragonien exclaimed at yet another deception similar to the one they had previously escaped from. It would seem this whole thing was one extended joke at their expense.

Giggling. A pitched laughter echoed followed by a sharp intake of breath meant to silence itself. It was about what they expected having fallen for it and someone had just given themselves away. Dragonien spied a quick dash of movement around one of the larger columns and took a blind grasp at whatever disappeared there. Luck was with him as he managed to use his superior reach to nab a double-handful of squirming trouble.

It was a rabbit of dusty brown color and naked as the day he was born. Then again, the rest of them were as well, so there wasn't much call for criticizing nudity. With the clear difference in scale it was hard to say exactly how tall their new captive was but it would appear around seven feet. All the dragon knew is that he could hold him in one arm without much hassle. Dragonien practiced a now learned behavior and narrowed his eyes to look into the rabbit's own. They were indeed the purple color he was looking for, though solid for some reason, having no bisection between iris and pupil. The true source of all this was revealed: the culprit cracked a smile, displaying those prominent front teeth indicative of his kind and his long ears folded down in the apologetic visage of one who knew he was caught.

"Hey there, big guy!" the little captive said, looking up at the dragon.

He was well aware the red beast's jaws were about half the size of his body. He'd make perhaps two good bites. Dragonien was not amused, as his face most clearly signaled -but he wasn't about to exercise any harm like that. Though the question still remained of what to do with their new captive.

At this point Phen had returned, walking over to join him while rubbing her sore shoulder. "Wait a second," she said, finally realizing the obvious. "You hit him with a rock? Don't you know magic?!"

"What? It seemed like a good idea at the time. Oh, and you're welcome, by the way," Dragonien said.

She paused to let that hang in the air for a moment. "So who's your new friend?"

"Don't have a name yet, but I think he's the one giving us trouble. I'm pretty sure he's some kind of illusionist."

"Some kind. Yes," the rabbit interjected. "You can call me Jakebe, or anything you want. Just don't call me dinner."

Their attention was returned to the rabbit. "That brings up another point," began Phen. "I think he should do something for us for all the trouble and pain that caused. Could be useful."

Jakebe immediately spoke to that. "Begging the pardon, madam and sir ... but what injuries are you talking about?" He tried not to think of the many different directions that could go and instead deflected.

"What are you, blind? The wounds on my -er -uhm ..." It was around about this time where Dragonien has discovered the scrapes on his forearms were gone along with any accompanying pain. The same was evidently true for the phoenix's shoulder.

"But I felt ..." Phen started but trailed off, starting to look around and see that the entire room remain undisturbed as they first entered. Broken things were fixed again and even the columnar bludgeon the dragon used was back in its place.

"Yeah, none of that actually happened." The rabbit took it upon himself to fill the vocal void left by the realization. "For the most part you were just stumbling around, swinging and grabbing at the air. It's how most people act under the influence. Some minds take longer than others to catch up to the truth. I mean, it would be a pretty poor illusion that affects only one of the senses, right?"

One of them was likely to supply some sort of response to that when a noise in the corner of the room stole their attention. Off to the side was another rabbit about the same size and color as the one in Dragonien's hand. In fact, it didn't just look like Jakebe, it was him, trying behind a pillar. This would prompt most anyone to look back at just who they were holding. Clutched in Dragonien's claws was now a life-sized sackcloth bunny with floppy limbs, a stitching mouth, and bright button eyes shining innocently up at him.

"Buh- whaaa-?" No real words for this one.

The bird was on this one, however. She cleared across the room with long strides and found herself on top of him in short order. She was just about to scoop him up when she heard a sharp snapping sound and a hiss as smoke filled her vision, emanating from Jakebe's hands. More damnable accursed spellcraft! The whole area was swiftly filled with an unnatural fume and left Phen gasping at air she could no longer see.

"I lost him!" she yelled.

Dragonien needed little time to think, having remembered this old trick from the cave entrance. He took a deep breath and filled his lungs with air. Upon exhaling, he gripped that fledgling wind and fed it with magic, commanding it to sweep upward.

The fog bank lifted, or rather was literally forced up and away from anything it might conceal and pushed against the ceiling. Dragonien found his rabbit well enough and much more beyond! Instead of the single cornered rabbit he expected there several were dozens of them, all the same and scattered about, caught in mid pose of various sort: crouching to hide behind a stone, head peeking out of a vase, or just frozen wide-eyed in the open. All stopped just a moment as if they were equally dumbstruck before scattering off in all directions, the last the dragon saw of many of them was the flash of a white tail as they sprang towards new cover.

The dragon thought he spied the closest pair of leporine hind legs disappearing into an urn held aloft by one of the statues adjacent. "Aha! I got'cha now!" he said, ripping the vessel from the statue's hands and prying off the seal.

Inside was what looked like fine, deep blue powder and the following of a sensation not unlike inhaling pepper accosted his olfactory organ, sharp and acrid and forcing a reaction from sensory overload. Predictably, he sneezed and sent a cloud of the stuff into the air. It hung there around him as he fell into a sneezing fit. It was actually kind of pretty on its own, that is if you ignored the dragon carrying on in the midst of it. It actually sparkled when it caught the light and a tingling sound, like a small chime, accompanied each tiny flash. While this glimmering was pleasing to watch, the fact that it defied auditory nature like this meant that some wacky magic was likely at work, and he was breathing plenty of it.

"Oho! So that's what's in those things!" Phen heard the rabbit's voice call out, but was unsure from where. Jakebe had not been on the island for long but he had been forbidden to open the statue-borne urns both in warning and practice, a devilry more powerful than his own protected them from him. Neither could he ever really ward or conceal them with his magic. He was curious but never could do anything with that curiosity. However, as he just realized, there was no stipulation on the actions of others regarding them.

Though the shimmering dust had begun to settle, Dragonien was stumbling out of it to seek refuge for his poor lungs. His profile, however . . . had changed some. Now, he was not a skinny guy to begin with, already possessing an oddly muscular physique for one learned of more esoteric arts. And since he had come across his considerable gain in height, no clothing really fit him anymore. Both buff and in the buff, neither trait was particularly uncommon on this island.

However, what was unusual was that his very musculature was moving as though it had a life of its own and it looked as though a considerable amount had already been added to it. Every muscle flexed, clenched, drew up on its own before relaxing and repeating again and again. His was heaving and his heart pounding as if he had just completed a marathon run. Every sharp inhale forced his chest further out by a degree noticeable to the eye but felt far more deeply by the dragon. The accompanying burn was there as well but less the harsh feeling and more a tempered warmth. Every muscle experienced an onrush of exhilarating nourishment that fed back into him and stoked a fiery pleasure in him as his muscles swelled closer to a size double of that which he had only moments before.

Despite feeling and certainly looking powerful, the dragon felt himself locked into place, or at least unable to muster the will to move. Every time he tried to take so much as a step, a singular thought kept pushing itself to the front of his mind: if he moved then this wonderful feeling might stop. Was this his own thinking or something else? To him it didn't matter. The magic powder was doing everything it could to keep him there, even further appealing to his more carnal senses -on top of whatever he derived from growing larger. One could say the magic possessed its own intent for Dragonien and extended its influence between his legs. His cock was well past stirring to life and now inching its way upward and outward, bobbing a little with each pulse that filled it further, hanging at an arc from being so heavy. It reached its nature-given limit, a proud four feet of solid black virility that refused to be ignored. Fat globs of precum passed from his flaring head and dripped like a faucet.

And so the dragon was held in check with threats of halting this influx of power if he dared move and promises that it would continue if he simply stayed put. He didn't know if he could trust these thoughts or feeling but he would hardly risk doing anything that could possibly halt this.

Every taunting and fleeing rabbit still visible at the moment stopped and stared at this new development. Ears perked and nose twitched as they collectively thought that this might not be a good thing for them after all. Or perhaps they were just caught off guard by the sudden fifteen and a half tons of herculean dragon eye candy standing there and oozing precum onto the ground.

A phoenix quick to take advantage of distracted rabbits snapped them out of it, though. Phen was able to grab up two of them, only to have them fade into non-existence, but there were only so many decoys left. There was some comfort in this at least, knowing that they were still likely dealing with only one Jakebe instead of an entire hutch of his identical kin. Now if only they could find the real one. But how could she when her supposed partner was just standing there and the rabbit's movements seemed to be defying physical law.

Then again, impossibility was relative with knowing what the rabbit could do. One of him would jump into a pot that would soon be shattered by the bird and prove to be empty. Then the same rabbit would emerge from another huge vase across the room. Or maybe it was a different one entirely? She finally managed to grab one by the foot and felt solid matter there. However, her snare was at the expense of watching her footing. The bird took a tumble over a jutting rock and right into one of the statues, toppling it over and losing her grip on her catch. While Jakebe used his freedom to springboard away, she had to bring up her arms to brace herself as both she and the sculpture hit the ground, cracking it and, of course, rupturing the pot it carried. She soon got her own face full of the mystic powder, hers being a bright orange.

Jakebe, presumably the real Jakebe, meanwhile sailed through the air and right onto an collision course with Dragonien. He hit the big red dragon's shoulder, recovered, and leapt from it like any other platform before Dragonien even fully realized what had just happened. Then it stopped. The feeling of transformative energy, the growth, everything stopped. He definitely noticed that.

The immediate thought wasn't so much to seek retribution on the rabbit but to go for the nearest similar pot he could fine. He had to have it continue and so he found a likely candidate for replacement and lifted the lid from it. Inside was not at all more of the wondrous grit but instead erupted from it a terrifying cacophony of shrieking, grasping skeletal hands, and crawling things with many jointed legs all trying to force their way into this world.

Nope.

It was the loudest thought in his head as he quickly replaced the cover. Okay, so they weren't all magic grow powder. He turned to see the rabbit (or at least one of them) perched up on a stone post and gave him the fierce look that a dragon would give anyone who stepped between it and a meal. It might as well have been the same thing. In a fit he flew at Jakebe -figuratively, of course. He was far too bulky and heavy to actually fly at this point. Understandably, the rabbit fled.

Phen rolled out from under the powder cloud, coughing and wheezing. Already she felt a new weight in her breasts and found herself being pulled down by them, nipples pressed against the cold ground as they flattened against it. She shivered at the icy pinpoints on her chest and rapidly hoisted herself up, the diamond-like tips now jutting as she took a deep breath. There was a new weight on her backside as well as it filled out her rump as well. Nevermind that each cheek was already nearing the size of her midsection, that certainly didn't check the perverted magic. This was not going well for them and she knew they needed to get a handle on this quick before it got even further out of hand.

Meanwhile, whatever had pumped up the huge dragon was also having a slight effect on his mind as well. Granted, 'slight' may have been putting it lightly, as he seemed to be abandoning any subtle or magical approach and simply smashing everything between him and Jakebe. It would appear that not only was he resembling a muscle-bound hulk but he was being led to think like one as well.

She had little to criticize, considering her plan didn't have much improvement. The bird chased what was probably another rabbit figment into a clay pot before just picking the whole thing and dashing it against the wall in frustration of its emptiness. She almost fell over in the forward motion of tossing it. This new bout of breast growth was starting to prove too much for her. The magic kept them mercifully perky for their size but not entirely immune to gravity. Their weight soon showed and the bird had to dedicate an arm crossed under them to keep them held up, her own strength straining against a pair of squishy red feathered globes several times the size of her head.

The only thing that either Phen or Dragonien knew is that every hiding place that either of them overturned or destroyed yielded no bunnies now. There was a zero bunny yield. They were both growing in worse positions to catch him, either with clouded mind or unwieldy body. But surely at this rate they would run out of places to hide eventually, right? Phen looked behind them and, in dismay but not entirely surprise, found their progress undone. Or maybe it was never done in the first place? Everything they wrecked or disturbed was put back in place.

At this point she was struggling. It's hard to do a lot when you have such ridiculous forward ballast. Normally ballast helped but not when it was all on one side. Even that huge round ass of hers wasn't doing much to counterbalance the focus on her front. She slowed to a standstill and her legs were trembling. Now there was something new, a mounting pressure between her legs that proved too great a distraction for her.

Her knees buckled and she was on them as her twin cocks began to swell in the face of flushed and forced arousal just as Dragonien had experienced. Within mere moments they were at full mast, their heads flared to their full and shining width, each larger than her fist. She gasped, it was only a short sputtering of the flame growing inside before returning stronger, pushing her higher still.

The phoenix girl shuddered and grasped her midsection. She felt something pushing against her, inside her, as if everything were suddenly too cramped within. Then it spread outward, hanging low like a weight between her legs. There wasn't enough room! All she could think about was how they were simply too tight!

A shivering in her pulsing cock lengths drew her eye to confirm the impossibly odd sensation. She could see them thickening but at a far irregular rate. Their size was ballooning only on the one axis, becoming oblong and lopsided. She found herself with the feeling that she could only imagine an overstuffed sausage casing would understand. Below, her balls were following in similar fashion, building this incredible dense and heavy feeling. Each of her bulbous lengths looked twice as wide as it was before but. Straining against their own flesh, they felt unable to bear any more until they simply didn't.

Rather than be forced to bear too much in too little space, they simply divided with the hollow popping sound of a champagne cork firing. They split like sides of a log into separate wholes yet scarcely diminished from their original sizes. Phen's pair of cocks had become a quartet, arrayed in four corners of new and throbbing flesh and spreading outward like a fan. None had sapped any strength from their progenitors and each was just throbbing just as powerfully and needfully as the originals -if not more so.

This new development had her forgetting all about the rabbit for the time being. Incredulous, she reached to inspect herself, gasping each new one like some obscene antenna. When her exploring hand reached below she found new separation among her jewels. Each had split once and some even twice to form the half dozen she now felt. Yet, once again, none had lessened in size. In fact they seemed even larger than they were before, stretching her sack in heavy fashion, each forming its own rounded swell and giving the whole and entirely new and larger shape.

Everything surged larger, not that her blissfully addled thought processes minded, and a heavy warmth flooded her, one made by both whatever spell was on her and the sheer size of her voluptuous flesh. Phen felt herself picked up off the ground, legs splayed and rendered useless to find purchase on anything other than to dig into the taut massive sides of her swelling orbs. The red feather down that composed her "fur" shivered across them as deep inside they churned a white sea into existence. Like those before her, she was losing the fight with her own body and removing herself from the fight in favor of more pleasurable pursuit. It's not like she could contribute any more when she could hardly move, right? If this rabbit wished harm on her he could have surely done so by now.

So instead she reached forward to grab her uppermost cocks, bringing them up with her as if they were valued friends in a sort of hug as she leaned backward onto the soft cushions that were her own body. Her round, fat tits took space on her lap, braced by her forearms and shafts. The constant pulsing from the latter sent ripples running through those immensely oversized breasts of hers. She let her legs lay forward in full recline and just allowed the feeling overtake her of nuts slowly spreading and flattening ever so slightly over the floor while simultaneously bringing her up, up, up over the statues that were still standing and up over the head of Dragonien who was still trying to find the rabbit. It was sort of funny, finding herself removed from the chase in this position, to watch him search so frantically.

Phen was perched atop herself and in absolutely no way was she going to move at all. Some semi-coherent thought formed in her head to try rocking back and forth to gain momentum but anyone observing it would know she could never be able to really get anywhere that way. Still, she tried, and in doing so rubbed her gripping hands along the precum-soaked heads of her cocks, the other two having slipped between her breasts and leaving her literally titfucking herself.

The bird came, perhaps her own motions or perhaps because her body was simply making more cum than it could hold. Either way, she exploded into the air all the same and though the orgasm may be pushed upon her it was no less euphoric in nature. Two jets of the sticky white stuff flew to her sides while the others fired shot after shot onto the slick tops of her massive breasts and face.

"I think that should just about do it," Jakebe's voice carried through the room.

Dragonien was currently the only one with the relative state of mind to heed it. "What are you talking about?" he said.

"Well I had to get at least one of you, that's how it works. Face it, you're not doing too well here and if you leave me my prize you can just waltz on through and closer to the real prize."

As if on emphatic cue, Phen heaved and let loose another few blasts of sticky cum throughout the room.

"Besides, I'll have enough of a mess to clean up with just the one of you!" he went on to explain

Of course Dragonien thought it might be some sort of trick. But honestly, given his luck and chances so far, it was probably the best deal he was going to get. And out here loyalty was about as fair as the weather at any given time. They were scoundrels, one and all, and Dragonien knew she'd do the same if their positions were reversed. Not even taking the time that might let the rabbit reconsider, the dragon collected himself and scrambled towards the nearest door.

After the retreating footfalls of the dragon could no longer be heard, Jakebe winked into existence sitting on Phen's shoulder who was just rocking her way into a third set of shuddering orgasms.

"My goodness!" he said. "Well, I have just the place for you."