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What on earth could ruin a perfectly lovely day at the beach?

The sun was beaming overhead, and for some, it might have been a bit too intense, but for our protagonist, it was just the right level of blinding, carrying down a heavenly warmth along with it.

Icefyre wasn't bothering to look up at the sun at that moment, anyway, with her offset eyes of ocean blue and gentle green delicately closed, and her arms settled behind her head, creating a cushion of flesh and fur so that her skull wasn't sitting right against the sand of the beach.

Quiet, lapping waves rolled up onto the shore with a gentle and rhythmic drawl, washing up, and then slowly washing back away to the sea, leaving behind only the peaceful routine of their playful splashing. Though she wouldn't literally do so, Icefyre was more than happy to drown her ears in the noise as it soothed her body into a state that was just short of sleep, but carried all of the same benefits.

Her breathing was peaceful, giving only the tiniest of heaves of her chest as she sucked in oxygen and released tiny breaths from her nose. The movement of her body was scarcely noticeable through the tight cling of her wet-suit, and the long, tufted end of her tail was curled around one of her bare ankles, sitting in the same state of relaxation that the rest of her body enjoyed.

After a long, busy week in the city, it was the perfect way for her to unwind, and she could feel her mind drifting closer and closer to sleep as she settled in for her weekend plans.

My ass is not leaving this spot...no way, no how...

Even her thoughts were a bit lazy, but there wasn't a thing wrong with that. She'd earned the brief vacation as far as she was concerned, and if the world was really determined to try and take that away from her, she'd do everything in her power to fight back and retain her right to lie upon the beach and do as close to literally nothing as possible.

It took Icefyre quite a long time to get over her concerns of someone screwing up the weekend for her. She was anticipating some guy to come strolling along the beach to hit on her, or a group of screaming kids to come storming through and shake her from her meditated state. She could even have imagined the roar of a loud, oversized engine pulling into the parking lot of the beach as the owner revved it multiple times, but as the minutes continued to pass, the cheetah found herself falling further and further down the rabbit hole, both energized and soothed by the blissful rays of the sun above her.

While Mother Nature was happy to provide good times, however, it could be just as quick to take them away, and Icefyre was too busy enjoying herself to worry about the fact that almost no one else was at the beach that afternoon, or the fact that other people were starting to leave in droves.

After all, the weather was absolutely perfect for a day in the sun and sand, never quite getting too hot to be enjoyable, but still, it was just warm enough for a body to dry off and be comfortable after coming out of the water. Icefyre was actually having trouble coming up with better weather conditions.

She also had a pair of sunglasses over her eyes, and they were closed tight, ignorant to the coming of a strange looking cloud of green and gray hues...one that was enough to frighten off other beach-goers, but apparently, not enough to scare them into a state of common courtesy, where they might have warned the sleeping feline of the impending danger.

"Rrrn...mrrn..." quiet, rumbling purrs that were just above snoring came to a sudden halt as Icefyre reached up with a paw and adjusted her glasses. "...Cold...getting colder?" she wondered out loud, and as she sat upright just slightly, she could see only trails from footpaws, as everyone else was already fleeing the beach. A couple of cars were still backing out of their spaces to hit the road, but it seemed that everyone else was already on their way out of the path, and soft, rounded ears began to flatten as Icefyre pouted up at the sky, as if to plead with it.

"Come on, dude. Do you really have to take this away from me?" she asked, wondering if the forces that be could actually hear her complaining about the sudden lack of sunlight. It was growing dark enough that she could actually remove her sunglasses...and when she did, she felt a brick of panic fall into the pit of her stomach and hit hard, sending her insides into a tizzy.

The cloud was mostly gray, but green lines riddled the curves of the formation like veins across an overly vascular arm, and with all of the same intensity of veins, they appeared to pump and bulge as the cloud expanded, blocking out more and more of the sun, until Icefyre couldn't feel even a hint of the warmth she was so happy to enjoy, before.

"Hmmph. Well, there goes my weekend, I guess," she muttered, trying to make small of the strange cloud, even as it continued to expand. Having come from such a peaceful state of mind, it was hard for her too feel too angry about anything just yet, but her ears stayed folded back as she failed to hide her disappointment in the matter.

Her anger began competing with the same when the first drop of rain fell down from the toxic looking cloud, right upon the shoulder of her wet-suit...immediately dissolving it.

A paw flashed up to her shoulder, and pawpads brushed through tufts of fur in disbelief. Icefyre was about to cast her gaze up at the sky once more, but feeling what the drops of rain did to her wet-suit, she didn't dare to risk giving her eyes the same treatment. "Is...is this acid rain?" she asked, knowing that there was no one left at the beach to answer her question.

Even when errant drops fell all around her body and splashed into the sand, they didn't dampen the earth, as one might have expected. The drops bubbled and fizzed against the granules and seeped deeper and deeper into the sand, like the carving of water's path through a valley in a time lapse.

The rain wasn't just an inconvenience to Icefyre, anymore...it was downright deadly, and she felt another drop land square between her shoulder blades, in the upper middle of her back.

A small hole was forming around the impact, and the black fabric of her wet-suit continued to melt away as further drops fell, but shockingly, she could feel that her fur was undamaged beneath, and even when she expected to feel the burning, radiant pain of the acid scorching at her flesh, she felt nothing beyond the usual moisture of a rain drop sliding down toward the small of her back.

Fur that was standing on end in anticipation of the pain began to settle back down against uneasy skin as Icefyre tried to shield her eyes from the drops and gaze up once more at the toxic looking cloud that was producing the destructive rain. It pulsed and shifted size as if it were a living, breathing thing, and the range it produced made it hard for others to escape the damage radius, as drops were flung in all directions, terrorizing the ground and raining small holes into the windows and hoods of the cars that were still driving off.

Some of those drivers would have been foolish enough to complain about their misfortune, even while Icefyre stood right under the steadily growing rain and watched as her favorite wet-suit continued filling with holes, like a garment left in the presence of a host of greedy moths.

"I'm gonna have bigger problems to worry about if I don't get back to my car soon," she realized, as she crossed her arms over her chest, hoping to keep the selectively acidic rain from melting any of the more intimate parts of her outfit. "Guess I just gotta give up on the weekend of relaxation..."

Icefyre wasn't the type of cheetah to give up on her goals so easily, and while she was long overdue for a weekend at her favorite beach, she couldn't ignore the cloud any longer. It almost seemed as though it was treating her as a target, as the heavier rains only seemed to fall upon her, and even when she made her way closer to her car, she could see the rain drops hitting the ground in a heavier quantity in the path in front of her.

Nature itself has it out for me today, Icefyre groaned mentally, deciding it wasn't worth the risk to inhale or ingest any of the poisonous rain. She'd already gotten a couple drops on her lips, and licked them away reflexively with her tongue...and it was going a little bit numb.

If not for the heated anger that she felt building up inside, she would have been a little more worried, but instead, she uncrossed her arms and tried to shield herself as she opened the door to her car...and found that the handle was still in her palm when she pulled.

"Oh, oh, come on! Is this really necessary?!" she yelled out, having no idea how she was going to get into her car, anymore. Prematurely, she blamed the drizzling rain for damaging her car with its acidic properties, but when she looked down at the handle resting in her palm, she could see the powdery residue of pried steel and damaged locking mechanisms.

The handle was still in perfectly fine shape when she gripped it, and in her palm, it was bent to the form of her pawpads, twisted and deformed.

"Huh. I should really work on my temper, I guess," Icefyre murmured as she gazed down at the broken lever one last time. Tossing it to the ground to let the acid rain do the clean up for her, Icefyre was reminded of her earlier predicament; her wet-suit was every bit as filled with holes as a slice of Swiss cheese, and she could see her nipples daring to poke through a couple of the tears as the rain continued to fall on her.

Gotta find cover, and fast... she thought, using an arm to cover her breasts once more, and lowering a paw to cover the mound of her womanhood, as the trickling of the rain was reducing the middle and crotch of her wet-suit to near nothing. The normally thick, black material was turning sheer from sheets of rain, and Icefyre was every bit as worried about her safety as she was her modesty as she ran around to the other side of her car and grabbed the handle.

Her pawtips were delicate with the device, and even her claws pushed back so that she couldn't scratch the paint job...but even then, her ears flattened to the back of her head, aided by the sound of metal twisting away in her paw and crumpling up in her digits.

"...What the hell is happening to me?" she whispered, seeing a few cars were still speeding off from the parking lot; she didn't want to draw any undue attention to herself, but the truth was that she needed to find a medical professional as rapidly as she could, and she simply wasn't going to be so fortunate, that afternoon.

It seemed that she never was, and her frustration with that mindset was building uncontrollably as the rain fell uselessly upon her, each drop a constant and annoying reminder that her entire weekend was shot...and now that she was going to have to take her car to the shop for repairs, her next weekend was shot, as well.

No matter how her mind tried to plead with her right paw, it wouldn't stop curling into a fist.

No matter how deep of a breath she took, her pulse continued to race as she tensed her right arm.

No matter what happened after that, she'd refuse to regret what came of her actions as she threw a furious punch into the side of her car, filling the empty beach with a thick, dull WHUD.

Icefyre was always proud of her strength, and knew that she was able to throw a punch strong enough to defend herself.

She didn't expect to see the side of her passenger door completely crumpled under her fist, and when she saw the size of the impact, she only began to realize just how dangerous the rain was.

"T...the hell?" she could barely form the words as she looked down at her paw, and noticed how thick and wide her digits had become. In her other paw, the tattered remnants of her towel looked to be nothing more than a scarf, and it wasn't due to the condition of the fabric: her paws were growing rapidly in size, and even faster than the ran could dissolve it, the stitches of her wet-suit were being stretched to the very edge of what they could handle. "H-hey, no! Do NOT do that!"

She knew that yelling at her wet-suit was pointless, and she would have felt silly for it, but she didn't know what else to do with herself. Her arms were finally starting to grow in time with her paws, and the car that once felt a bit too big for her uses was shrinking before her eyes, until she was standing well taller than it was, and gazing down at the wound that she'd left in the side of it.

It'd be a waste to just leave it sitting here like this...

Icefyre wasn't sure where the thought process had come from. Her brain was bubbling inside of her skull, and she felt as though the little voice in the back of her head was taking over as she bent over at the hips and pressed her pawtips in delicately, until they pierced the roof of the vehicle.

Her claws grew sharper as they grew larger, and at their current size, they ripped open the vehicle with all of the ease of a child tearing a piece of construction paper.

Deep inside, Icefyre felt all of the same giddiness as a child as she lifted the car with just as great of ease and held it out in front of her, using it as something of a guide to measure her change. She'd have guessed her height to be at least two stories already, and she was growing taller as she looked down at her footpaws and watched them continuing to spread, until the concrete barriers that were made for the cars became a small place for her to rest her toes.

"You know, all of this is your fault, cloud..." she muttered, before turning and launching her car at the cloud with all of her new, growing strength.

The vehicle flew through the air like a heavy shell fired from a cannon, and though it sailed hundreds of feet up toward the cloud, it fell well short before coming down and crashing into the comforting sands of the beach a few seconds later, crumpled into the shape of a crushed tin can with flattened tires.

It was a worthy and fitting end for the vehicle, as far as Icefyre was concerned. "I'll find a way to reach you yet," she said under her breath, able to feel a growth in her muscles that was so great and rapid, she couldn't help working up an appetite from it. "Don't think I won't have my revenge over this!"

Anger, hunger, and the need to reach higher up into the sky than she ever had before...all three of her problems could be answer in one place, and she wasn't too far away from it, as she looked back toward the skyline of the city that she'd just escaped from hours before.

For the first time in ages, she was excited to go back to it, and this time, she wouldn't have to wait in rush hour traffic to make it downtown.

**

"Dan, I wouldn't ask you to believe it if you weren't watching a live feed, but...CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?!"

The poorer neighborhoods on the outskirts of the city stood no chance, and every few seconds, it seemed that Icefyre had a new inspiration or aggravation to keep her going.

The first and foremost came before she even left the beach. Her wet-suit proved that it was deserving of recognition, and its mettle was impressive, right up until the very last seam and stitch ripped apart, leaving the feline completely naked as she began her assault on the city.

Of course, it wasn't easy to stand and appreciate her nude glory when she was literally aiming for people and cars with her footpaws.

"Phil, we've reported on a lot of things together in our decades at the studio, but this has got to be the most impossible story we could ever have dreamed up! Ladies and gentlemen, please, we implore you to stay off of the streets and move inside to an interior room or a basement!"

Dan was sitting in one of the tall buildings downtown, a place that always felt like a stronghold in the face of natural disasters.

Phil was always the one in the helicopter, and while the view was downright stunning to take in, he couldn't wait for his next vacation days to rack up; his nerves were so shaken that he could barely keep the vehicle flying upright.

"Dan, I...I don't want to cut off your report, but you may want to evacuate the city...like, now."

Since the first people reported a nude, four-story tall cheetah walking in from the beach, she'd grown to stand over fifteen stories tall thereafter, and she was still growing at a rapid rate, as the helicopter continued flying higher to avoid being swatted. Phil was riddled with a sense of guilt as he watched entire houses crushed under the wide, eager gait of the titanic feline...but some of them were empty, at least.

All of the buildings downtown were riddled with people, and it was clear that was her intended target, as she walked right alongside the highway...but the eager swish of her long, spotted tail brushed cars over the side barriers and cast them down into the houses and smaller streets below without even a hint of remorse or concern.

She was a cheetah on a war path, completely obsessed with the goal of revenge, and anything damaged or anyone killed along the way was worth the price, in her mind.

"We'll be going off the air as the entire city is evacuated! Please, do not wait for the danger to come to you! This cheetah is extremely angry and military forces are not yet on the scene to stop her!"

The feed to the news room was getting ready to cut, and it ended up being just in time as a car flew down the street, tossed all the way in from the edge of the skyline. Climbing rapidly to twenty stories and onward, Icefyre was taller than many of the buildings already, and her lips were painted over with a devious grin as she felt her fangs growing longer with a twisted curl. Her claws were turning into jagged, saw-like extensions, her tail left a path of high winds and wanton destruction wherever it wagged, and though it seemed she was already a monster enough for the city, Icefyre could feel that her body wasn't done changing just yet.

Dan would make his way out of the city without consequence...Phil, however, could feel his helicopter failing to climb higher, and was already getting ready to jump when he saw massive pawtips punch through the window of his helicopter.

"Now, now...don't do that!" Icefyre growled, her voice thundering across the city as she held the poor pilot in her pinched digits and smiled up at him.

It was stunning that she could still look so sensual in what was a completely terrifying moment, but Phil was brought right back to his senses as Icefyre opened her maw and literally dropped him right in, swallowing his entire form without even chewing.

"No need to commit suicide when you can be a tasty meal for someone else," she said, knowing that her voice would rumble around inside of her body and make a point to the fallen pilot as she crushed the helicopter easily in her palm and tossed the remains to the ground in a smoldering heap.

The trail of her paws behind her left a path of destruction that any monster would have been proud to call their own, but Icefyre wasn't nearly done yet, and she could feel a frisky, cat-like desire to play around with the city building up in the pit of her tummy as she reached the edge of the main skyline.

It was a fantastic view to appreciate, even if it was only for a few seconds. To be as tall as so many of the majestic pillars of concrete and steel made Icefyre feel an inward sense of self-importance, and she gazed toward the tallest buildings in the city as her bones and muscles continued growing rapidly, pushing her own height toward the skies, and more importantly, the cloud that caused all of her problems.

"You guys don't mind putting me up for a bit, right?" she asked, as she kicked her footpaw into the side of a building and began using the floors for all of the leverage that she could get. Some of the people on the middling floors were treated to quite the show, as her breasts pushed up against the windows, and her legs spread partly around the building as she climbed, but it would be the last thing many of them saw as the building trembled all the way down to the foundation, and supports that were already weakened by her earlier assault continued to wobble, until she felt the building toppling over.

Her eyes widened for a moment as she fell forward, and just like the cat that she was, she managed land on all fours, though landing might have been a generous term, as her arms and legs wrapped around another building. She clung to the concrete and scraped away at it with her claws as she did everything she could to hold on, but bricks that were ripe with old age and glass that was never meant to handle such a disaster were both powerless to stop the invading cheetah.

Glass rained down to the streets in giant chunks, but it looked to be little more than dust to Icefyre, who continued climbing up the side of the building, casting poor, innocent city-goers to the ground with her careless paws and leaving the block riddled with debris. Her grin widened with each step she took upward, and in her mind, the building was little more than a ladder to get to the next, taller one, but for a reason she couldn't quite figure out, her footing was getting slippery, and her legs kicked out from behind her as she gripped her massive paws into one level of the building.

The hold wasn't nearly enough to support her, and she watched the concrete floor cracking and crumbling under her digits as she looked down to the street. The fall would have been minor to her, like a child falling to the floor from their bed, but she still gritted her fangs nervously as she looked to the cracked, ruined street below.

All around her, the city was left in a burning smoldering wreckage, and when Icefyre fell from the building and crashed into the street, fire was the only thing on her mind...

I'll burn it...I'll burn that cloud right out of the sky!

There was a heat in the back of Icefyre's stomach even then, and she'd felt it since the moment the first drop of acid rain destroyed her clothing, but she didn't know that the heat was literally going to come bubbling up as she tried to stand, but found her balance was completely shifted. The nude, spotted form of the cheetah was changing rapidly for the final time, and it seemed that her massive growth was just a side effect of something greater.

That warmth was threatening to jump right out of Icefyre's throat as she wobbled into a building and leaned against it, nearly knocking it down to the street in the process. Smoke billowed up from the wreckage of exploded cars and broken, ignited gas mains, but nothing was quite as heated as the fire that tossed and turned around in her belly.

Fur and flesh would have never been enough to contain it, but scales would have done the trick...and Icefyre, all while resting her paws on her belly, could feel brilliant, shimmering scales of gold forming against her body.

To turn her gaze down and look upon them was nauseating in her unbalanced state, but, despite everything that happened beforehand, she had to see the change to believe it, and she had no trouble seeing past her breasts, as they began to shrink back into her flesh; the flat-chested form would be easier to protect, and her body knew it, before the changes even took place.

"...I'm making a note to never go out in the rain again," Icefyre grumbled quietly to herself, or as quietly as she could in her massive, muscle-riddled form. Those wide, expanded arms and thick, deadly thighs were slimming down, however, and her entire body was shrinking back in a little bit as she saw why she couldn't hold her footing, anymore.

Her footpaws were narrowing inward, and from the ends of digits, massive claws were growing outright, hooking into the ground with their curvature and adorning her with even deadlier weapons than she held before.

"R-right...out of the s-sky..." her lips trembled as they shifted, as well, and what began as humble whiskers upon her muzzle began growing out into long, golden tendrils. They shifted in the wind and danced around as her entire body tried to lunge upright, but the cloud remained above the city, mocking her while it added to the destruction of the skyline.

It turn, it was aiding in its own destruction, as the radiated drops of rain continued to spill on Icefyre, hastening her transformation, at the cost of the fire inside burning brighter and brighter, still.

Her stomach was like a forgotten oven, left to pre-heat without anything inside of it to cook. The warmth was comforting at first, but now, it raged like a wildfire across her insides, and as scales continued emerging upon her arms and legs to shield her own body from the heat, she could feel burning hot bones emerging from her back and spreading wide as thin, membranous wings emerged from among her shoulder blades.

Even in her nauseated state, Icefyre knew what she was becoming, and though her illness wiped it from her muzzle before, new rows of large, triangular fangs were perking up into a deadly grin, and eyes that once shined a peaceful blue and green were burning with embers of twisted orange and red, gazing up with killing intent at the cloud that dared to interrupt her weekend.

"I never really liked this city all that much, anyway," Icefyre declared to the somewhat sentient cloud, as she fell onto all fours and supported herself. Her legs and arms were so far shrunk back into her body that she almost appeared to be a snake, roaming around at the level of the street, but the wings emerging from her back, and the molten drops of spittle that fell from between her fangs made it clear that the newly transformed dragoness would happily melt you, if you were foolish enough to insult her with such a name. "And you saw what I did to it...what do you think I'm gonna do to you for ruining my weekend, hm?"

If clouds could feel fear, then radiation wouldn't be enough to keep this one from running. As the city melted, crumbled, smoked and panicked among the wreckage created by Icefyre's rampage, a lone, mocking cloud remained over all of it, defiant to the very last second.

Clumsily, but learning fast, Icefyre flickered her wings about and began lifting herself from the ground anew, floating up above the level of the buildings. The monstrous dragoness continued flapping her wings and intertwining through the skyscrapers, her impenetrable scales tearing through windows and knocking concrete to the ground, all on the way to her final target.

Flames bellowed up into the sky as Icefyre finally released the heat that she was keeping within, and as eyes narrowed, she watched the twisted, acid rain evaporate right out of thin air, saving all of the people in the city below from suffering the same fate that she had.

Can't have any other giant monsters hanging around, after all, she thought, as her open maw continued pouring flames onto the cloud, finding that it was finally in her reach.

This is my city...and I don't feel like sharing my toys with anyone else...

The cloud was no more, with just a few seconds of the scorching flamethrower that was no Icefyre's breath, but the city below was still in too great of a condition for the dragoness to ignore. Her flight was still a little wobbly, but she was more than happy to practice around the buildings and down along the streets, knowing that nothing in the pathetic town could damage her new form.

Before she went too much further, however, she decided to put her new body to the test, as the sun began peeking out through the rest of the clouds once more; the beach was calling her name.