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Thresha and Shelly

And

The Ominous Omnibus

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by

Dissident Love

"When we read a story, we inhabit it."

~ John Berger

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Books.

Books are dangerous. Any writer can tell you that, most readers can tell you that, and despite being neither of those most politicians and religious leaders can tell you that. A book let loose into the world, uncontrolled, bouncing from hand to hand and mind to mind spreads ideas like a mental plague, spreading through a population and wiping out the diseased ideas of the past, sometimes replacing them with even more virulent strains. Countries have been wiped from the face of the world because of a few errant words that refused to die.

Of course, some books are just smut gussied up with flowery language and an over- reliance on thesauri. You'd have to be a pretty hard-up despot or theocrat to get upset about one of those books. However, one other worrying trait of books is, at first glance, it's often hard to tell which type is which, and after years pressed together on narrow, cramped shelves, is it not possible that all those compressed words, the true source of all power, might leak?

Books! Books Everywhere! was a popular downtown institution, as likely to be busy on a quiet Sunday afternoon as at 11pm on a Saturday night, though with markedly different crowds. Mass-market airplane paperbacks were sorted alongside century-old tomes of poetry, and upper-class bibliophiles constantly combed through the seemingly endless stacks for rarities. Everything was sold for a fair price, which could be anywhere from twenty-five cents to twenty-five grand.

"I've got four bucks sixty," Thresha said, poking through the loose change in her palm. "So we can at least get a latte. What do you have?"

"Honestly, can't you plan ahead?" Shelly sighed, rolling hir huge violet eyes. "I told you all week, BRING MONEY. You seriously can't spend a bad dollar in here. Look, they have an archway made entirely out of Harry Potter books!"

"I never read those," the tall shark sniffed. "Kids books."

"Don't start," the much shorter and oddly-colored bunnyherm said warningly. "I can clobber you in public just as easily as in private."

"Promise?" Thresha asked with a lewd wink.

Shelly grabbed a nearby Leon Uris and waved it threateningly, nearly tipping over from the weight. "Just be happy I've got enough money for both of us.Again."

"Oh, I AM, I AM," the shark giggled, exposing a frightening number of teeth. "I'll pay for the coffee, you pay for the weird paper things."

"Philistine."

"Dork."

It was a Tuesday evening, and there was a pretty good crowd, a fairly broad cross-section of youth and age, wealthy and struggling, men and women. Arm in arm, the sleek blue-tinged shark and the plump, curvaceous bunnyherm wandered through the purposefully-unlabelled shelves. The coffee hutch was located at the approximate centre of the colossal bookstore, and they were following their noses in no particular hurry.

Truthfully, Thresha loved the store, and she loved Shelly, and she loved an admittedly small number of books, but it wasn't really in her nature to make anyone's life easier. She tugged the violet bunny to the left as soon as shi seemed intent on going right. "Ooo, look at this shelf! It's almost the same color as you!"

"There's, like... four purple books."

"That's three more than the other aisle."

"That's how you judge the quality of books? The color?"

"Can you think of a better way?"

They bickered good-naturedly through several more winding back-alleys of prose, Shelly's free arm slowly acquiring a stack of possibilities. There was a steampunk book that looked pretty good, a guide to teach hir how to finally play the violin that was taking up space in hir closet, and a cookbook that specialized in meat-based dishes for selachii. It was stressful, a stalwart vegetarian sharing nearly every meal with a remorseless carnivore, but shi wanted to try and accommodate her diet.

"You could just throw bacon at me all night, you know," Thresha said, tapping the book. "It's probably a lot easier."

"Lacks romance."

"We could both be naked...?"

"Hmmm!"

Towards the back of the store, now with a frothed caramel latte in hand, the lighting grew progressively less helpful and more intermittent, as of meager sunlight filtering through dank jungle canopy. "Is there a map of this place?" Thresha asked, licking foam from her lip. "Like, a 'You Are Here' sort of a thing? Maybe a lifeguard?"

"Hah, no way!" the jiggling herm laughed. "That's half the fun of this place: getting lost! Oooo, this aisle is spooky!"

The shark glanced around, her natural instincts throbbing with apprehension. "I only ask because, see, I'm pretty sure we're not in the building anymore."

"What are you talking about? Look. Walls."

"Yeah, walls,but..." Thresha said slowly, gauging the distances. "We've come farther from the front door than the building is actually deep."

The hyper-bunny blinked. "Ok, I think you've had too much caffeine. Or too little. I forget how it works with you. Where do you think we are, the TARDIS?"

"What's a TARDIS? Isn't that the grumpy cat?"

"No, it's... I mean, it's from... oh, never mind, nowhere nearly enough time. No, we're still in the building. Goofball. Trying to scare me like that." The violet lapine bopped hir girlfriend's arm and wandered off down one of the narrow, shadowy book-lined corridors. "Come on, I got a good feeling about this one."

"Based on what?" Thresha said, the finely-textured skin of her cheeks twitching. "I don't think they've vacuumed back here since the Cold War."

"Stay close! I ain't coming back to find you if you get lost!"

"I thought getting lost was half the fun."

Shelly glanced back over hir shoulder and wriggled hir plush rump, and Thresha could not resist the appealing lure. "Getting lost without you is no fun, though. Come on! You haven't picked out any books at all yet. You have to get something!"

The sharkgirl closed the distance, wrapping her arms around Shelly's waist and pressing her hips comfortably against the bunny's inviting butt. "I have something better than books," she murmured into a purple ear.

Shelly shivered, clothes briefly straining. "Hey, whoa, watch it! You're gonna make me spill my coffee!"

"Is that a metaphor?" Thresha chuckled, slipping her free hand across her girlfriend's trim belly and down to the exceedingly well-filled front of hir jeans.

The rabbitgrrl tried to wriggle out of Thresha's powerful embrace, chewing hir lip nervously. "You... you bad... naughty... don't disrespect the books!"

"Who's disrespecting? YOU'RE the one that's about to be naked..."

Contorting like a ballerina, the genetically-engineered bunnygrrl managed to twist free with a huff, using hir stack of books to smooth out hir clothes. A quick glance down confirmed that shi was a little plumped up from Thresha's affection, but hir jeans still held. "You are going to get it later," shi glared, baring hir herbivorous teeth viciously.

"Oh, I'm_so-o-o_ afraid," the shark said innocently. "You're going to... hello, what's this?"

"Hey, you don't get to change the subject, you started this!" Shelly grumped, stamping one huge fluffy footpaw. "Don't pretend you're into books all of a sudden!"

Thresha stretched as high as she could, reaching for the top shelf. The books here all reeked of age, well-worn and weatherbeaten leather spines cracked and peeling, obscuring whatever letters had been embossed there. "No, seriously, I saw it for a second... crap, where did it go?"

"Unless it's a book about how to cook infidels, I don't think you're in the right section..."

Sleek, silvery fingers fiddled with aged tomes. "It's gotta be sorted in the wrong section, I KNOW I saw it! I didn't even know it was published and OW!"

There was a faint flash of bluish-purple light as Thresha yanked, slipping a surprisingly modern volume free. Shelly dropped hir books and rushed up, holding out hir silky paws and waving away the puff of greasy smoke. "What the hell was THAT?"

"The book freakin' shocked me!" Thresha winced, juggling the book and putting her fingers in her mouth. "This book, or... ow... or the one next to it. Ow. Frick. Ow."

"Are you ok?!"

"I'm sucking on my own hand, I'm fine," the sharkgirl muttered. She thrust out the book she'd purloined. "Here. I got this for you. How the hell do books shock you? Freakin' static cling..."

Shelly took the book and held it up. "Fwoomp: An Anthology, by... wow, Dissident Love?!"

Thresha nodded and shrugged, examining the fingers on her damp hand and popping the others into her mouth.

"I didn't even know he published!" the violet bunnyherm said, excitedly flipping through it. "There's no date on the colophon... huh! Wow, check out the Table of Contents, he's got so many stories in here, I don't even think I've seen a couple of these! 'Amber and the Happy Horny Hyper Hour'? 'Amber In The Sky'? Whoa, Seeds Of Life goes on forever!"

"There a Penny story in there?"

"Uhm... yeah!"

"YAY!" Thresha clapped, her fingers already feeling better, except for a faint tingling that didn't seem to be going away. "See? Who has has two thumbs and the best girlfriend ever?"

Shelly aimed both of hir thumbs at hir more than ample chest and grinned. "ME!"

"So how much is it?"

"Sticker says four dollars. Score!"

"Doesn't your friend James know him?" the shark asked, leaning over and trying to read the table of contents upside-down.

The purple bunny nodded. "Yeah, a little bit. Man, I'm going to kick his ass so hard for not telling me that DL publishes. I LOVE his stories. I wanted to try and commission something from him, but I kept forgetting. And spending all my money on real books," shi finished sheepishly.

"Now you can do both at the same time!"

"I KNOW!"

The tingling in her fingers was already fading, the surprisingly painful burn now no more than a memory. Thresha wriggled her hand, stared at it and shrugged. "Maybe this place needs a humidifier or something. Bleh. Too dry."

"There's a bajillion books, it HAS to be dry. Mold in this place would be a travesty."

The sharkgirl poked at the deteriorating copy of something embossed with unintelligible gold runes that had shocked her moments before. "Yeah, that would be a big shame, ya know? Someone might never know what thirteenth century marital aids were popular with the heathens."

Shelly bopped hir girlfriend on the head. "Oh, you hush." Shi gathered up hir scattered books, along with hir newest prized possession, and walked arm-in-arm back towards the enticing scents of espresso. "Come on, a book like this needs something to celebrate."

"Knowing that book? Something with lots of cream," Thresha nodded with a straight face.

"Oooo, naughty! I'm going to make you read some of these, by the way. Out loud."

"Why?"

"Because my mouth is probably going to be busy..."

"Oooo, naughty!"

The pair sauntered out of the strange, possibly unreal depths of the bookstore, heading towards the light. Books! Books Everywhere! was renowned for having a selection that defied cataloguing, and some bibliophiles could spend hours in there. Some emerged confused and hungry from the deepest stacks, and on two notable but unsubstantiated instances were seen to be leaving the store hours before actually entering it. It all added to the mystique of the shop, building their reputation for having any book imaginable, and attracting the overly-curious.

The tattered book that had been wedged alongside the purely theoretical Dissident Love anthology for years shuddered, glowing faintly on its shelf and throwing a few more sparks. A string theorist might be able to explain the interactions between reality and possibility, made solid in the forms of shelves containing all books which might or might not have existed, but all Shelly knew was that shi held a bargain in hir hot little paws, and shi wasn't about to let it go.

The anthology glowed for a moment, sympathetic energies echoing its former neighbor.

"Did you say something?"

"Hmm? Nope."

Shelly wriggled hir ears. "Huh. Positive I heard something."

"Well, you probably did hear something, it just wasn't me," Thresha said patiently.

"But it was really close, and... eh. Maybe too much coffee."

"Wow, are you feeling OK? You've never used those three words together before."

The bunnygrrl elbowed hir lover. "Hush, you. I've got teeth, too, ya know..."

"Mmm, don't I know it. Dammit, another aisle. Seriously, are we even near the middle of the store yet? I haven't seen any other shoppers for, like, ten minutes now."

"Doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo..."

"Hey, no_Twilight Zone_ themes, you know how I feel about that show!"

"How about_Doctor Who_?"

"Gyah, I just want to find the door!" Thresha's eyes were wider now, rolling over white at the edges.

Shelly squeezed her arm reassuringly, not used to seeing anything except cool confidence on the well-built sharkgirl's face. "Don't worry, darling," the bunny cooed softly, brushing hir cheek against Thresha's shoulder. "I know you. If you can't find a door, you'll make a door."

"Getting close to... doing... that... uh..."

Shelly's violet brows knit curiously. "Hon? You ok?"

"Your book," Thresha said flatly, pointing to the bunnygrrl's overfilled shirt and the books pressed against it. "It's-"

---

"- glowing."

It was a difficult experience to properly qualify or quantify. Shelly knew all too well what it was like to swell and shrink, and ever since the pair had become an inseparable item Thresha knew what it was like to be filled and stretched beyond capacity like a water balloon. As the glow faded, both were reminded of these experiences, as well as waterfalls, blenders and yo-yos.

The violet hermbunny slumped against Thresha's arm for support, nearly knocking the dizzy shark over. "Erh... whoa... uhm... I don't think I need any more coffee..."

Thresha swayed back and forth like a tree in a gale, clutching at Shelly's shoulder. She tried to tell herself she was just keeping her lover steady, but she knew she'd nearly collapsed herself. "Me either. Whoa. Did you feel that, too?"

"Feel what?"

"The... whatever it was. When your book was glowing."

Shelly glanced down at the books still pressed hard to hir chest. "It's not glowing now."

"But it was."

"Books don't glow."

"But it was."

Shelly shook hir head, ears flapping before straightening once more. "Well, I feel better now," shi said. "What was that? Earthquake?"

"Nothing moved except you," the sharkgirl said, glancing about suspiciously. Something in the back of her mind was making her... anxious. "I dunno... come on. Let's get out of here."

They continued walking, and Shelly had to slow down in order to stay close to hir cautious girlfriend. "Hey, it wasn't just me. You looked a little green around the gills, and don't you try and lie about it."

"I'm fine now," Thresha said, still eyeing the shelves with disdain, as though expecting an attacker to spring out, knife clutched in teeth. "I just want to get outside."

"I gotta pay for my books first."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's just get out... of... here..."

Books! Books Everywhere! was very distinctive, a colossal mish-mash of low-ceilinged chaos stuffed into a partially-converted old warehouse. The coffee bar at the centre was very unassuming, surrounded by a field of flower-topped formica tables, and the far glass wall could just be made out through the fog of hanging chalkboard menus.

Confronting them now was a Stardoe's Coffee outlet, still festooned with holiday bunting. Chrome and polished oak covered every surface, and refrigerated displays were artfully piled with overpriced fat-saturated foodstuffs. Polite barristas in matching black and green outfits gabbed in a well-rehearsed friendly fashion, serving beverages to the sizeable lineup of book-shoppers.

Shelly traced a fluffy fingertip down a shiny veneer bookshelf. "Uhm..."

Thresha's body tensed, suddenly wishing that her kind had evolved claws. "Uh..."

From the logos on the visible book spines, the bunny realized that they were now, apparently, in a Book Barn. It was high-ceilinged, brightly-lit, and fairly exuded well-marketed corporate hominess. Something about it seemed ethereally familiar. "What..."

Thresha pulled Shelly closer, her arm tightening on her love's elbow. She wanted to protect the violet lapine, but she wasn't sure exactly what she was protecting hir from. Her conscious mind rebelled at what her senses were telling her. "The..."

As one, they took a step backwards and nearly ended up causing a four-person pileup in the aisle. Shelly stumbled, fumbling with hir little collection of books, and Thresha was around in a flash, slipping her arms around hir well-endowed paramour. "Fuck!" they snapped together, clinging to eachother, looking around wildly.

"Sorry!" said the huge-eyed feline apologetically, stepping back hastily. "I didn't see you there, and... sorry!" In her oddly oversized paws she held an open copy of Webcams For Dumbasses to her chest.

The kitteh's friend took quite the opposite approach, narrowing her eyes and baring her small, foxy teeth. "Well, watch where you're going! You can't just walk backwards and expect everyone else to get out of your way."

"Whoa, whoa, Cindy, chill out," the feline said, gripping the vixen and hauling her back. The taller girl was dressed like a cheerleader, red-and-white sweater and scandalously short plaid skirt, but Shelly and Thresha were both initially captivated by what that sweater contained. They were no strangers to persons of unusual size, especially considering the bunnyherm's propensity for growth, but this vixen was buxom to a degree that put even most pornographic cartoons to shame.

"Grrr, I say. Grr," Cindy finished, spinning on her heel with unlikely grace considering her centre of balance, flouncing off down the aisle. "Come on, Amber. I want to go look up some books on... I dunno... ju-jitsu."

"Sorry," the feline said again with an apologetic grin. "She's... assertive."

Thresha and Shelly watched the two girls leave, and with their senses slowly recovering, both girls became acutely aware that the girl named Amber was a herm, and so prodigiously bottom-heavy that the outer slopes of those skirt-clad swells were easily visible from behind as she chased the vixen down.

"There is no way that just happened," Shelly said, eyes huge, ears twitching.

"They should watch where they're going," Thresha grunted, still holding the bunnyherm close. The huge problem of their no longer apparently being in the bookstore they thought they were had been supplanted by the much smaller and more manageable problem of rudeness. "Bumping into people like that..."

Shelly dropped hir pile of books, except for the slim black tome which shi flipped through madly. "Holdonholdonholdonholdonholdon HERE!" Shi thrust the target page at Thresha, tapping it with one finger so fast it blurred. "Here here here here here read!"

"What are you babbling about-"

"READ!"

Thresha narrowed her eyes and scanned the page. "Just one of Dissident Love's stories. Oh, how meta, they're talking about books, Amber and Cindy and..."

The other shoe finally dropped, the shark's train of thought crashing into the station. "No way."

"Amber! Cindy! Book Barn! Webcams!"

"Shelly, slow down," Thresha said gently, squeezing the excitable bunny's shoulders. "You're doing that thing where you skip words again."

"No'm not! Them look boobs! Amber story us!" Shi blinked, took a deep breath that nearly forced Thresha's arms apart, and visibly steadied hirself. "We're. In. The. Story."

Thresha looked at the pages, looked at the unfamiliar store around them, at the Stardoe's outlet, and defied all the available evidence by shaking her head. "No, we're not. That's impossible."

"The book was glowing!"

"Swamp gas."

"We're in a Book Barn, which is a store that doesn't exist!"

"It probably exists somewhere."

"But we _were_in Books! Books Everywhere!"

Thresha's expression quavered, clearly trying to hold onto the last few shreds of rationality available. "They... re-branded...?"

Shelly hauled back and kicked the shark in the shins, hir plump little toes having all the impact of a downy throw pillow. "It doesn't make sense, and it's stupid and improbable and ridiculous, but whatever remains must be the truth, right? That was Amber! That was Cindy! We're in the story!"

The sharkgirl looked at the pages one final time. "It doesn't mention anything about us..."

"Well, maybe we're just in their world, not necessarily the story. Or we're interfering with the story. Or maybe books don't automatically update just because we got sucked into a parallel dimension, or maybe you should just stop overthinking things!" Now that the shock had time to properly settle into the nooks and crannies of their brains, Shelly had come out the other side and was reverting to hir default state of 'hyperactive giddiness'. "Oh my gods, that was Amber and Cindy! I CAN GET THEIR AUTOGRAPHS! Be right back!"

Thresha was left with an armful of air, a small pile of books on her shoes, and a twitch in her left eye. "In the story..." she mumbled, reluctantly accepting that, at the very least, something most peculiar had happened. "But how do we get out? Shelly?"

She was alone in the aisle.

She could hear the commotion from over the next row of educational and reference books, and she rolled her eyes. "Even in another universe, I can't take you anywhere," she sighed, but it was difficult not to smile.

Rounding the corner, sure enough there was Shelly, bouncing up and down like a star-struck fangrrl suddenly meeting the biggest rock star in the world, although in this case the rock stars were more baffled than honored. "Seriously," Amber was saying, "I'm not that famous, and if you're talking about what I think you're talking about, I'm definitely not giving out an autograph."

Cindy, though, was powerless to resist the allure of fame, and was signing the flyleaf of the little black book. "To Shelly," she said aloud. "Is that with one 'e' or two?"

"ONE! YAY! THRESHA! LOOK! AMBER! CINDY! ME!"

Shaking her head, Thresha approached the trio, almost mirroring Amber's expression of frustration and contrition. "Super, but, uhm, we probably need to talk about this for a few minutes, ok?"

"LATER!"

Shelly's fur had floofed up from the excitement, and if Thresha was any judge (and after the last several months she considered herself a good one), the genetically-engineered hyper herm had gained several inches in several notable areas. Most of hir clothes were a lycra blend, but the shark knew that they did have their limits, and while she normally enjoyed helping the bunny reach those limits, this was neither the time nor the place. "Later is now, so come on."

Amber was peering at the black book now, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What book is that?" she asked.

"Nothing," Thresha said, trying to tug the squeeing lapine away. "Shi's a mental patient, and I have to get hir back to hir ward..."

The shark had only managed one step before the kitteh struck with surprising speed, snagging the book with two claws and popping it out of Shelly's hands. "Fwoomp: An Anthology, by... Dissident Love?" she read aloud, Cindy peering over her shoulder. "What the heck is this?"

"It's you!" Shelly squealed. "Well, some of it is you! Like, the first couple hundred pages are you! Seriously, I'm one of your biggest fans! I love all your stuff!"

Amber was flipping through the first half of the book, her one floppy ear slowly rising to attention. "Luis... art room... Rufus... Cindy's basement... oh, ye gods, the New Years party... the island..." Her voice was small, far away. "What's going on here?"

"Look at page two-thirty-two!" Shelly exclaimed, shaking hirself free from Thresha. "Do it do it do it do it do it!"

The page in question depicted a scene where Amber and Cindy were walking through a Book Barn, looking for books about webcams, online businesses and fashion design. There didn't seem to be any mention of bunnies or sharks, which Thresha knew was meaningful, but hadn't the faintest idea why.

"What is this?" Amber said, eyes huge with fear, handing the book back with shaking paws.

Thresha put one hand on Shelly's shoulder, one on Amber's, nodded to Cindy and addressed all three.

"I think maybe we need a drink."

---

The two girls and two grrls were clustered around one of the Stardoe's tables, although Cindy's sweater was taking up most of the table's surface. They sipped their drinks and passed the book back and forth, Shelly and Thresha doing their best to explain the night's events.

"And then we were here," Thresha said for the fifth time. "Standing right in front of you, and... yeah, I mean, that's kinda all we got to go on."

Cindy's fingers drummed rhythmically on the upper surface of her bosom as she stared thoughtfully into the distance. "And the other book zapped you?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I wish we were still in our book store so I could go back and get it, and maybe set it on fire, but... yeah, pretty sure this place doesn't have it." Shelly was staring adoringly at Amber, and Thresha was doing her best not to be jealous. "Then again, I don't think some of us ever want to leave."

"I just can't believe we're a story! Like, a BUNCH of stories!" Amber said, skimming through the other chapters in the anthology. "This Dissident Love guy has some serious problems. He isn't getting my thoughts right at ALL."

"I read a few of those pages, grrl, and trust me, that's you," Cindy pointed out.

"Is not!" the kitteh said heatedly. "And did you see what he wrote about you? He makes you sound like some sort of... of... tramp!"

Cindy grinned. "I read some of the stuff that happened in my basement, and I think he sounds pretty astute. I had no idea you thought about me in QUITE that manner. And I kinda like some of the words he uses to describe me!"

"Slut."

"Drama queen."

Shelly almost cackled with delight. "I love when you two do that thing, where you insult eachother but it's all just different words for you loving eachother!"

Amber and Cindy exchanged a wry glance. "Shi's ruining our fun," the kitteh drawled. "And to think, I've already picked out your Valentine's Day card. 'Dear bitch. Fuck you.' It's got pink hearts and everything."

"D'awww."

Thresha stared incredulously at all three of them. "Ok, does no-one else care that we got sucked into a fictitious world?"

"I care!" Shelly proclaimed stubbornly. "I care that it's a freaking dream come true for me!"

"Who are you calling fictitious?" Amber said.

"Yeah, we're wicked fictitious!" Cindy retorted, hands on hips.

"Ok, Cindy, we've talked about this. Don't respond to words you don't understand."

"Stop embarrassing me in front of people from other dimensions!"

Amber flipped the book over, searching through the first and last few pages. "No publication info. Where did this book even come from?"

"I don't know!" Shelly said sadly. "I wish I did, so I could buy some for all my friends..."

Thresha took a deep breath. "I'm not even sure it came from any regular printer," she said. "Shelly, when I told you we weren't in the book store, I mean our book store, anymore, that we were farther from the front door than the building should have allowed for? Do you believe me now?"

"I... guess I kinda have to," the bunny nodded slowly. "So, what the hell? Magic book store?"

"Makes as much sense as the rest of this," the shark sighed, tossing back her caramel latte. She was doing her best not to stare at Cindy's sweater, but every time she found herself sizing the incredible vixen up, she also found the vixen staring back, and more often than not winking. "So we're in a storybook universe now. Awesome. What do we do next?"

"Go crazy, Broadway style?" Amber asked, blinking innocently.

"Quiet, you," Shelly giggled, already acting as though this were the most natural occurrence. "But this is freaking awesome! Is this a real world? Does it only exist in Dissident Love's mind, and we're in there now? Is he channelling an alternate reality, and this book is, like, a doorway? OOH! Can I finally properly fwoomp Thresha?"

Thresha was trying to coax the last drops of her latte out of her cup, and nearly bit through the ceramic at Shelly's comment. She wiped the caramel-colored liquid out of her eyes, sputtering in disbelief. "Shelly, what the hell?!"

"What? This world is all about that! Look at Cindy, she bounced back!"

"Took me a week," the cheerleader mumbled, but her muzzle turned up in a dreamy, wistful smile. "Worth it."

"Did you two ever hook up again?" Shelly asked.

"That's a little personal," Amber demurred, her ears blushing prettily. The bunny's ears twitched, though, easily picking up the faint sounds of carbon-fibre restraints creaking in protest. Hir own pants, denim but still enormously stretchy, sighed softly as their own burdens increased.

The herms glanced knowingly down at the table, roughly where they knew eachother's gifts lay. "You, too?" Amber said carefully.

"Not quite to_your_ level, but yeah," Shelly grinned.

Thresha glanced down at her love's lap, lips fluttering, and surreptitiously slipped her hand beneath the table, giving Shelly's swelling bulges a fond squeeze. Already the bunny's girth was equal to Thresha's forearm, forcibly shoving its way down Shelly's left pantleg. "Might want to put the damper down a bit, hun," she said warmly. "It might be another universe, but we're still in public."

"Awww!" the other three chorused, causing the shark to blink in bemusement.

"Gonna be a long visit," Thresha chuckled, rolling her eyes skyward.

"Sorry, I'm just having a hard time believing that we're imaginary," Cindy said, always coming back around to that aspect. "I mean, some of these stories are about a guy named DL, which is pretty obviously just a Marty Stu for this Dissident guy's diseased brain, but he's dating this guy named Myles Coyle, and I KNOW he's real. I'm on his Facespace page."

"Why are you on some random guy's Facespace page?"

"He's a singer, but he can't talk!" the vixen said, bouncing excitedly. "He's got this, like... brain thing, and he was unable to talk at all, but he learned he could sing, and it's so heartwarming and he's got an INCREDIBLE voice, and he's fucking hung like you wouldn't believe-"

"Ah, the truth comes out," Amber laughed. "Yeah, I remember you mentioning him. OK, so he's real. That's a bit of a coincidence."

"What about Ilsa Calamata?" Shelly asked, flipping through the book. "Is that part real? It mentions Royston Carmichael in that story, too. Remember him, from 'The Fall Bazaar'?"

The kitteh's ears were nearly scarlet now. "Yes, I remember him," she whispered, burying her grin in her coffee cup.

"So that's three," Cindy said. "So maybe he's just, like, tapping into a world that really exists, and focusing on its sexiest and most eligible inhabitants!"

"And aren't I glad that he did," Shelly said, reaching out and squeezing Amber and Cindy's paws. This required hir to nearly shove hir own hand under Cindy's breast, but neither grrl nor girl seemed to mind. "Seriously, I love you guys. Thresha does, too, even if she doesn't act like it."

"Hey, I like those stories, too!" Thresha said hotly. "I just don't... I mean, I'm a little... some of those stories... we're trying to... how do we get home?"

"There has to be a way," Shelly said confidently. "Don't worry about it."

"What? Don't worry about it? How can you be so blase?"

"Because I know it's all going to turn out all right!"

Thresha goggled, quite a sight for a shark. "And you're basing this optimism on... what exactly?"

Shelly held up the little black book, golden embossed letters glinting under the fluorescent lights. "We're in a story. Not just in any story, but we're in a Dissident Love story, and if there's one thing his stories have, it's happy endings for sympathetic, sexy characters."

Amber was compelled to shrug and nod. "He might just be cherry-picking the good stuff, but even when I'm really bummed out and upset, I'm always feeling a million times better by the time we get to the end of the stuff he's writing, which is.... a little disturbing, I guess. When he stops writing about me, will my life just stay horrible?"

"Your life will never be horrible, hun," Cindy said, ruffling Amber's blonde hair. "If it tries, I'll bite it."

"See?" Shelly said triumphantly, pointing at the formerly-fictional high-school students. "Look at them. We're going to be fine, Thresha. Relax. Dissident Love even likes sharks now, thanks to Jade, so you don't have to be worried about being demoted to extra."

"I wasn't worried about that until NOW, thanks!" Thresha huffed, but she had to admit, it did have a sick sort of internal logic. There was no real doubt that they were, for whatever reason, either inside the story or in the world those stories stemmed from, but everything still seemed a little bit too surreal.

But if there's one thing that sharks can do well that doesn't involve eating, it's not worrying. She shrugged, gave Shelly another intimate squeeze that nearly had the herm completely out of hir seat, and nodded to herself. "Whatever. I'm along for the ride, I guess. Not a lot of choice in the matter."

She bared her teeth in what was possibly intended to be a smile and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. She took a deep breath and bellowed, "AND IF SOMEONE IS WRITING THIS, THEY BETTER BE NICE TO US OR I'M GOING TO MAKE THEM VERY, VERY SORRY!"

Amber's eyes widened, shoulders shaking with laughter. Cindy was not trying to hide her mirth, and the quaking of her vast bosom was causing the table to rock madly back and forth. Shelly was giggling like a maniac, rubbing Thresha's leg tenderly. "That's the spirit!"

When they had all finally calmed, Cindy could no longer contain the question that had been on her lips almost all night. She turned to face Shelly, drew herself up so straight that she nearly succeeded in lifting her breasts off of the little coffee table, and said "So... why the hell are you purple?!"

---

An hour later, the two girls and two grrls were wandering through the brisk Circe night. Thresha and Shelly, fortuitously, had been dressed for the winter in their own universe, and Circe was thankfully still several degrees warmer. "Oh my gosh, there's The Hub! Can we go meet Rufus? Is he really nice? Which street does Miradoro live on? OOH, CINDY! When's Mona visiting next?!"

"I feel like I'm on a Star Tours trip, and the stars are us! Is us... am us? Which is right?" Amber scratched her ears. "Cindy?"

"And we are the stars," Cindy corrected the kitteh with a chuckle. "Close enough. No, Mona's not visiting for a little while, and now I'm officially weirded out about being the star of a series of hit pornographic stories."

Amber thwapped the vixen's sweater. "Hey, I'm the star and don't you forget it. It's got my name in the title."

"I'm the hit breakout character, sort of like... uhm... uh... Agent Coulson! Yeah! I'm like a sexy Agent Coulson!"

"Yay, they have Marvel movies in this universe!" Thresha said, clapping her hands together. "Ok, now I'm all for it again."

"We can go see Roofie later," Amber grinned. "I'm all jittery from the coffee, I don't think nachos would go down well right now."

"You know, it is possible to go into The Hub and get something OTHER than spicy chili nachos," Cindy said patiently.

Amber thought hard. "I don't understand what you mean."

Shelly snickered, thoroughly enjoying the banter between the two lifelong friends. "Gyah, this is so awesome! You guys don't know how many times I've wanted to meet you."

"You keep telling us, so we're starting to get the picture," Amber laughed. "And I have to say, it's nice to meet fans!"

"One of thousands!" Cindy nodded. "There's thousands, right?"

Even though it was very generously likely only to be in the hundreds, Shelly nodded. "You bet! In certain corners of the internet, you guys are like Elvis. Weird, peculiar corners."

Amber smoothed down the front of her green skirts, the bulk obscuring everything between knees and belly button. "That's the sort of people I tend to attract, yeah. The weird. The peculiar."

"Hey!" Cindy said, affronted. "You attracted me!"

"The weird," Amber repeated. "The peculiar."

"And me!" Shelly piped up helpfully.

"The weird," Thresha said, doing her best to mimic the kitteh. "The peculiar."

Cindy and Shelly exchanged glances. "I think they're making fun of us," the vixen pouted, tugging at her sweater rather uselessly. "Is yours always like this?"

"Yeah," Shelly laughed, swatting Thresha's bottom. "Yours?"

"Only when she's awake," Cindy agreed, dodging Amber's swat with the grace of experience. She seemed prepared to retort, but her eyes widened in surprise, trains of thought crashing behind her huge brown eyes. "Oh. Oh! Uhm... Shelly? Can I see the book for a minute?"

Shelly had not let go of the book since leaving the store, silky purple paws clutching it to hir chest. Shi was generally used to being the most curvy figure in the immediate vicinity, and standing next to the implausibly top-heavy vixen and the kitteh with the immensely well-filled skirts was making hir feel unaccustomedly self-conscious. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure. Why? Do you have an idea?"

"I'm just wondering," she said, taking the hesitantly offered book. "One of the stories had me and Amber in the book store, right?"

"Yeah..."

"And it wasn't the last Amber story in the book, right?"

"Yeah..."

"So this book tells the future, right?"

"Ye-"

"NO!" Amber cried, leaping a surprising distance into the air and plucking the slender tome from Cindy's paws.

Three pairs of eyes stared at the kitteh in shock. Amber seemed to wilt under the attention, smoothing down her coat and resting the book against the nearly-horizontal upper swell of her skirts. "Uhm... I mean..." She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "When has seeing the future ever gone good for anyone, ever? In any TV show, or movie, or especially short story?"

Cindy opened her mouth to protest, but Shelly just edged her out. "She's right," the phukbunny agreed. "Especially short stories. Seeing the future always comes with horrible ironic twists and stuff. It's always ironic, too."

"I hate irony," Thresha grumbled.

"But I wanna see!" Cindy pouted. "Maybe it mentions how good I do on my PSATs! Maybe it obliquely mentions, like, stock I should invest in!"

Amber's eyes narrowed. "You caring about either of those things is kind of a red flag," she said. "What's the real reason?"

Shelly would believe Cindy wanting to see the future, but those reasons rang false to hir as well, so it was no surprise when the vixen sighed and shrugged. "I want to see who she hooks up with next, so... I can win the pool."

The breeze rose around them, flipping skirts and tossing hair. Shelly had excellent hearing, and shi could swear shi heard Amber's claws unsheathe.

"There's a pool?" The kitteh asked, too sweetly.

"I was gonna split it with you if I won!" Cindy said.

"Is that why you've been talking about how much Dean likes me?"

"He's long odds, 18 to 1! I could clean up!"

"He's gay!"

"So? I'm straight!"

"What does... I mean... look, we... you and I, that was... you can't just... no more betting!"

"Awww..."

Amber thrust the book back at Shelly. "Don't let this out of your sight," she muttered, rolling her kittenishly-oversized eyes. "Especially with her around."

"Sixty forty?" Cindy ventured, pressing her palms together hopefully.

"I don't even want to know who else is in on it," the feline hyper grumbled. "Come on, I'm freezing my tail off."

The four started walking again, Shelly drifting back alongside Cindy and the much taller Thresha moving protectively alongside Amber. The shark, not able to predict the future but certainly able to read between the lines, snagged the book from Shelly's paws and tucked it into her coat pockets. Cindy squeaked indignantly, which only confirmed Thresha's suspicious.

"No breaking the Universe," she warned. "I don't want either of you getting all paradoxy and making... whatever this is worse."

"Awww!" they chorused.

Amber smiled gratefully, patting Thresha's hand with a large, fluffy paw. "Thanks. I can see who's the voice of reason in your Universe."

"Eh, mostly the voice of thinking BEFORE doing things, rather than after."

"I heard that!"

"I don't care!" Thresha called back, waggling her tail at her lavender lover. She took a deep breath, steam rising from her gills, and tried to burrow deeper into her coat. "I should've known those two would hit it off. Shelly's always been a live life to the fullest, damn the torpedoes sort of a grrl. Honestly, I'm not sure if shi read your stories before or after shi underwent hir procedures, but you've been a big influence in our apartment."

"I'm not all that 'damn the torpedoes', most of the time," Amber murmured, tail twitching. "I mean... I try to be sensible. Those stories paint a pretty hedonistic lifestyle. Really, I'm home reading more nights than I'm out fwoomping."

"Is that a touch of disappointment in your voice I detect?" Thresha grinned, nudging the kitteh with her elbow.

"No! I mean... well, not for the fwoomping," she amended. "Just wish I could be more social, without things getting out of control. It's getting easier, and Cindy's always there to help me, but the whole betting pool thing is making me paranoid again. I just want to curl up on the couch with someone..."

"... under a fuzzy blanket..." Thresha said softly, nodding.

"... eat popcorn..."

"... watch a movie..."

"... making out..."

"... falling asleep together..."

Feline and selachi sighed together. Thresha swung her thickly-muscled tail over to pat Amber's rump reassuringly. "Don't worry. Your writer seems like a nice guy. Shelly's friend actually knows him."

Her ears perked up. "Really? Uhm... can you, like, pass along a message for me? If you get back home? Er... I mean, when. When you get back home."

Thresha smiled wanly. "Either, or. And yeah, I'll try."

A couple blocks later, the group trundled up to Amber's house, the cold finally starting to pierce their winter outerwear. Shelly and Cindy were huddled close enough together that Thresha had to stifle the tiniest paing of jealousy, but considering that Amber's tail was all but hiding between the shark's legs, she supposed it was only fair.

"Eeeee!" Shelly was squealing under hir breath, a thin, steady stream of steam escaping hir muzzle. "Luis and Roofie walked up this path! This is so awesome!"

"OK, that's starting to creep me out now," Amber called back, darting through the oversized green door and into the warmth of her domicile. She sniffed the air, both ears lifting briefly. "Mom? Dad? You guys home?"

Cindy peeked curiously through the narrow glass windows that separated the front porch from the garage. "No car. You know what that means?"

"Don't say it, Cin-"

"Party!"

"No."

"But we could-"

"No."

"But they're just-"

"No."

"Awww!"

Coats were shed, fur was fluffed, and Amber realized just how difficult it was to cram four people into the narrow entryway when one of them was Cindy. The vixen's circumference was well in excess of the other three girls combined, and there was a great deal of soft, bosomy thumping and giggled apologies; the hyper-herm doubted that it was entirely accidental. She had to cover her smirk with an oversized paw when she observed Shelly purposefully counter-attack with hir own impressive chest. "Knock it off, you two, or I'm turning this car right around," she chuckled.

"She started it!" Cindy said indignantly.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

Amber rolled her eyes and left them to bicker. Thresha, not fooled for a second, followed the petite feline into the kitchen. "They seem to be getting along pretty well," the sleek shark said, trying to sound conversational.

"Mmm hmmm," Amber said absently, eventually finding the note stuck to the fridge with a banana magnet. "Ah, here we go. 'Amber, went to the Pig. Eat whatever you want.' Oh, look at that, there's a winky face next to that, thanks, Mom. 'Don't stay up too late, love you'. Eh, allrighty. Want a bite to eat?"

Cindy and Shelly joined them in the kitchen a moment later, and the fox clearly needed no such invitations, heading directly for the fridge and pulling it open. "Amber eats in proportion to how much she loves, so there's always, like, a freakin' buffet in here," she announced, pulling out several bowls at random. "Oooo, potato salad! With bacon!"

Amber glared at Cindy's backside. "You know, just because they... _know_about me, doesn't mean you get to constantly make with the jokes at my expense." One fluffy paw moved protectively to her lap, green skirts spread out across three immense but muted bulges. The gesture was less than useless, though, for as big as her paws were, they were dwarfed by the herm's hyper-sized mounds.

"What? I'm helping!"

"Explain the logic underlying that conclusion, please!"

"You're too tense!"

"You're _making_me too tense!"

"Exactly! Have you even read any of your own stories?" Cindy grinned. "You always get all tense and defensive and frustrated before you allow yourself to loosen up, and you're usually happier for it. Remember how angry you got in my basement?"

Amber's eyes somehow got even larger, accompanied by the unnerving sound of carbon-fibre restraints creaking with unfathomable strain. Shelly glanced down at Amber's skirts, and Thresha took a small step backwards before realizing it.

The extra-dimensional visitors looked at eachother, easily reading the other's thoughts. Should we get to a safe distance?

"You want to bring up your basement as evidence that you should continue to purposefully make me upset?" Amber said sweetly, honeyed tones hardly masking the menacing purr.

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it," Cindy said, waggling her eyebrows.

"Yes, but then we had a little talk about boundaries."

"_You_talked. Potato salad?"

"Uhm-" Thresha started, not sure if she should try and defuse the situation. The air fairly crackled with righteous indignation, and it was getting harder and harder to see the two high-schoolers as harmless fictional characters. Also, considering the circumstances, she was worried that if she and Shelly did take their leave of Amber, that might wreck their chances of getting back to their own world. "Maybe, uhm-"

Amber's tail puffed up alarmingly, and she stalked forwards. Cindy's grin faltered, but the kitteh sidestepped her completely, reached into the fridge, and pulled out a plate piled high with red, oblong shapes. "If I'm still angry by the time these hot wings are done," she grumbled, "you and me are going to settle this with claws."

"No fair, yours are actually sharp!"

"Then you better hope these do the trick. Ladies?" She turned her attention back to Shelly and Thresha, all smiles once more. "Seriously, grab anything you want. You probably won't cast a shadow on what I can put away."

Amber sauntered out of the kitchen, delicately munching on hot wings. Cindy spooned herself up another dollop of potato salad and shrugged apologetically. "You better go out there first," she snickered. "I need to let her cool off."

"Playing with fire a little bit, don't you think?" Thresha asked, glancing down at the buffet that had already been laid out on the table.

"Not at all!" Shelly proclaimed. "I think she's right, actually. Amber always puts up a lot of resistance, before sort of holding her nose and jumping in. Metaphorically speaking. I wouldn't dare try it, but Cindy seems to know what she's doing."

"I never know what I'm doing," Cindy said proudly. "But neither does she, so it works out. Potato salad?"

Thresha and Shelly followed the hyper-herm a short while later, after finding some snacks for themselves. The bunny was content with a little baggie of carrot sticks, much to Cindy's delight, and Thresha was stripping the remains of a turkey leg. They weren't entirely sure where their next meal was coming from, all things considered, and dimensional travel was hard work.

"Hey," the purple lapine murmured, sidling up close to hir lover. "Uhm... look. Can I ask you something?"

"No, of course not," Thresha replied blandly. "You can never ask me anything. Ever. It's not allowed."

Shelly thwapped the sleek shark upside the head, but grinned in spite of hirself. "Yeah, yeah, you're so hilarious. Seriously, though."

"Since when are you serious?"

"Since we ended up in an imaginary world of awesomeness?" Thresha was used to seeing the bunny excited by, well, just about everything, but this was a whole new level of barely-restrained twitchiness. Hir ears swivelled and hummed like grasshopper wings. "I mean... it really is them! This isn't a coma fantasy! Trust me, I can tell!"

"Remind me to ask you about that some other time," Thresha smiled, giving hir fluffy girlfriend a one-armed hug and removing another hunk of turkey. "So what's your point?"

"My point is... I mean... uhm... well... you know what... happens in all of Amber's stories, right?" Shelly's hands flapped meaningfully.

She knew. "In broad terms, yes."

"Well," Shelly continued nervously, eyes bouncing around everywhere, but somehow not meeting Thresha's. "We're in one of those stories, now. You know?"

She knew that, too. "Ye-e-es," she agreed, slowly, having already raced ahead to the end of the conversation. Still, she wasn't about to let Shelly off the hook without making hir wriggle first. "Amber makes a new friend, usually. Why?"

"Uhm... well, now that we're the special guest characters for this story... we might... I mean, it's possible that... they might... I mean, we could..."

"I don't think their e-mail addresses will work once we're back home," Thresha said, gnawing thoughtfully on the thoroughly denuded bone. "Or phone numbers."

"That's not what I mean," Shelly said, muzzle shivering with frustration. "They could... I mean, we might... the thing is, it's a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and... actually, it's a NEVER-in-a-lifetime chance, if you think about it..."

Oh my gosh, I'm mean, Thresha thought, amazed that she was able to keep her face straight. Come on, baby, you can do it! "Come on, spit it out," the shark said, waving the drumstick around. "I mean, it's not as if you're asking for my permission to get physical with them."

She seriously doubted even Amber, with her oversized eyes, could have pulled off a tragic deer-in-the-headlights expression to match Shelly's, and her resolve crumbled. It was like kicking a puppy. A wet puppy. "I... uh..." Shelly squeaked.

That did it. Thresha snorted so hard she feared she'd pulled a muscle somewhere in her skull, and she started to laugh. Her body shook, and she could barely focus her eyes on Shelly's face as the randy lapine went through a cornucopia of confusion and consternation.

"You suck," shi pouted, thumping Thresha's shoulder.

"But I do it... so well..." the shark snickered, struggling to keep the rest of the house from hearing. "I'm sorry... I couldn't resist..."

"Now I feel bad about it!" Shelly grumped, stuffing a handful of carrots into hir mouth. "Just forget about it."

"No, no, no, no, no," Thresha grinned, slipping her arm around the phukbunny's shoulders and tugging her closer. Shelly resisted, but only for a moment. She nuzzled hir flowing violet tresses, nipping once at hir ears. "I know what you're trying to say. We can make it your Christmas present."

Hir ears shot up. "Really?" shi squeaked, pressing hirself against Thresha's well-toned body and seeming to inflate with desire. "You... you'd be ok with that?"

"We've done worse with people who do exist," Thresha winked. "How could I take this away from you?"

"Take who away from the what now?" Cindy said, materializing out of the kitchen like a pair of sweater-clad icebergs. "Sorry to interrupt, I just thought someone was choking on a turkey bone."

Thresha's mirth was mostly under control now. "I have no idea what you mean," she said, smoothing her fins back and trying to act as though Shelly wasn't currently trying to use her as a stripper pole. "We were just talking."

"Mmmm," Cindy nodded. "My kind of talking. Where's Ambs?"

Shelly's ears swivelled. "Upstairs," shi said without hesitation, slowly disentangling hirself from hir lover.

The vixen blinked and poked curiously at the rabbit's enormous ears. "Wow. Handy. Those things come with gaydar?"

"Standard issue!"

"Sweet."

They found Amber up in her room, and almost immediately Shelly began to shiver and squeal with delight again. "Eeeeeeee! It's her actual room! Oh my gosh, it really is totally pink! Eeeeeeee!"

"Down, girl," Thresha said, squeezing the bunny's shoulder and rolling her eyes. "Use your inside voice!"

"But... but...eeeeeeeeeee!"

Amber was sprawled on the enormous pink bed, surrounded by pink pillows and munching on hot wings that stained her fingertips pink. "I'm in the middle of re-decorating," she said, gesturing to one darkened corner dominated by a black, modern-looking desk piled with computer equipment. "My bedroom being super-pink is in those stories?"

"A lot of the stories focus on your family life!" Shelly enthused, brandishing the small black tome like a religious symbol. "Your mom is so awesome, and your dad is all super-scary but he's actually super-nice, and he's... CAN I MEET HIM, TOO?!"

"NO!" Amber wailed, face-pawing with a sound like a muffled gunshot. "No-one is meeting my parents! Especially not someone who knows anything about either of them. Oh, ye gods... can you do me a favor and burn that book when you get home? I don't think I can handle more 'fans' popping into my life."

"What if I promise not to grope him?"

"AUGH!"

Thresha squeezed Shelly's paw tightly, running her finger up along the rabbit's palm. Silky fur tightened against smooth, rubbery flesh, and the two world-weary travellers smiled at eachother. "Don't worry," Thresha said, moving towards the bed. "I won't let hir anywhere near your parents. That's one of my jobs back home, too."

"Hey!" Shelly said, stomping one large footpaw. "I'll have you know I've been nothing but a saint, considering... you know."

"I don't," Cindy said, raising her hand from somewhere behind her sweater. "Know what?"

Shelly took a deep breath, the volume of flesh overflowing hir too-tight bra clearly highlighting how much shi had grown. "I've got a little speech prepared for when I have to explain this to people," shi said, moving back to lean against the wall in order to lift hir foot into the air. "But I usually start with this."

Cindy and Amber peered at the bunny's foot, and the prominently-displayed bar code printed onto a large, fur-less square. "Uhm," Amber said slowly. "Oh... kay?"

"Phukbunny, Version 0.92, Model One-Oh-One," the violet grrl said proudly.

Amber was so stunned that, for a few moments, she actually stopped eating. "Huh," she said at last. "That's... cool."

Shelly giggled, lowering hir foot. "Don't worry, you're not going to offend me. There's not many of us in my world, even, so I've run into every possible reaction. I'm an early-model procedural, not one that they made from scratch, but I still got me a sweet barcode because, TECHNICALLY, they still have ownership rights and intellectual property rights for everything they did to me. I own me, though."

"What did they do?" Cindy breathed, unabashedly focusing on Shelly's more than ample curves.

"I don't have a picture handy," Shelly said, patting at hir pockets. "I usually keep one in the car, but I seriously don't know where my car is right now, but let's just say I was all bones and joints and teeth and not much else."

"Oh, you're too hard on yourself," Thresha protested. "You were super-cute, in a skinny little dorky librarian sort of way."

"Thanks," Shelly said wryly. "That's totally what every little grrl dreams of growing up to be. I was nothing special here, or here, or here," shi narrated, grabbing shamelessly at hir breasts, rump and sac, respectively. "And I was kind of a boring dirty brown color. But look at me now!"

Cindy nodded approvingly. "And I thought cosmetic surgery was out of hand in this world," she chuckled, poking at her bosom. "You guys are doing Lego genetics!"

"You _wanted_to be a hyper?" Amber said, voice tinged with disbelief.

"Me? Oh, no, I wanted them to turn me into an eggplant," Shelly replied without batting an eyelash. "They were way off."

Cindy laughed, and after a moment Amber was compelled to join her. "Ok, I guess I can't play the naif much around you, if you know that much about me," she grudgingly admitted. "It is fun as hell, most of the time, and a lot of people have told me they wish they could, you know, become like me. Us. Whatever. And I gotta say, you're a lot more... evenly distributed than me." Amber leaned back on the bed, highlighting how her slender, feline hips seemed to be all but pinned beneath the enormous mound of her skirts.

Shelly's eyes widened slightly, and Thresha was unsurprised to see the phukbunny's clothes tightening once more. "Easy, grrl," she said softly, settling onto the bed next to Amber. "Remember your breathing exercises."

"But she's winning!"

"It's not a competition, hun."

"It could be," Cindy said helpfully.

"You stay out of this!" Amber mock-growled, smiling wide. "I've seen the sort of damage I can do, I don't want to have to get all... new... furniture... hmm..."

The kitteh trailed off, staring thoughtfully into the distance. Thresha saw one of her paws move absently to her lap, giving one head-sized sphere a playful, familiar squeeze, and the sharkgirl suppressed a shudder of delight. She was used to seeing Shelly wander around naked, more often than not answering the door in the buff when it was pizza delivery night, and even when fully dressed hir splendid curves stood out in a crowd. Even so, there was something thrilling, and even intimidating, in the kitteh's sensual motions.

Cindy leaned in close to Shelly's ear, her breasts nearly engulfing hir arm. "I know that look in her eyes," she whispered. "Did you do that on purpose?"

"Sort of," shi murmured back, nuzzling hirself against the vixen's improbable bosom. "I know how much she hates pink, but I didn't think it would be that easy!'

"She's never hard to convince," Cindy breathed, nipping delicately at Shelly's ear. "I think that's the biggest downside to being a hyper herm."

"Who said it was a downside?" Shelly's paw moved to Cindy's hip, tugging the cheerleader a little closer, hir eyes half-lidding as hir wonderful, and expensive, alterations started to really come to life.

"Are you ok?" Thresha asked Amber, watching the gears working behind the kitteh's eyes. Out of the corner of her wide-spaced eyes, she could see Shelly and Cindy moving much closer, speaking in hushed tones, but Amber hadn't noticed yet. "Shi is competitive, but you don't need to take it too seriously."

"Mmmmm, no, it's ok," Amber purred, tapping her muzzle with one finger. "Just... thinking."

"That's dangerous, in large quantities."

"Boy, have I heard those five words a lot," Amber winked, seeming to notice Thresha for the first time. "So... you two are an item?"

"Mmmm hmmm," Thresha nodded, warmth flooding her body whenever she thought about how lucky she was. "Something like six months now. Shi's... shi's wonderful."

"Are hypers very common in your world?" Amber's paw was crawling spider-like across her green skirts. "Or are they all, uhm, barcoded?"

"No, we've got them, but they're not quite as common as here... and, most of the time, not quite as impressive as you. Shelly's still figuring out everything hir body can do, and... what can I say, I like to help," she finished with an uncharacteristic giggle.

"You're not the only one," Amber said carefully.

"Hmm?"

Thresha followed the kitteh's gaze, and turned back to the other side of the princess-pink bedroom, to where Shelly and Cindy were rounding first base and heading quite merrily towards second. Eyes closed, lips pressed together, the only sounds were faint, gasped breaths and the soft sighing of fur against fabric. Purple silky paws massaged lovingly at the vixen's overfilled white sweater, while the vixen's slender but surprisingly strong arms struggled to reach around her vast swells and pull the bunny closer still.

"I assume it's not an exclusive arrangement," Amber said questioningly.

The terms of their relationship were quite open, within boundaries that were discussed fairly often, and their little conference at the bottom of the stairs had prepared Thresha for this, but as always she was briefly of two minds. On the one hand, she wanted to leap to her feet, wrench Shelly away from the accosting fox and scream her possessiveness to the heavens.

On the other hand, there was no denying that watching the two girls' passionate embrace was a sight she would treasure, and she truly was secure in the knowledge that when it was all over, she would still be hirs and shi would still be hers.

A dainty claw traced along Thresha's strong, lean shoulders. "Even if it isn't," Amber reassured her, "Cindy's not usually one to let that stommmmmpppphhhhh!"

The bed truly was immense, and after the sharkgirl's tackle they rolled completely over one another without reaching the far side. Thresha ended up on top, as usual, straddling Amber's hips and grinning down at her, powerfully-muscled tail wrapping around the hyper-herm's maleness and squeezing fondly. "Sorry," she said demurely, leaning forward. "You were in the middle of a sentence. That was...terribly rude of me."

"I think I see why my stories are popular reading," Amber said when she managed to stop her eyes from rolling. Her paws waved uncertainly for a moment, but eventually settled onto Thresha's hips, before moving back to her pert rump. "I had just planned on going to the Book Barn to get some hardware and software guides, and I came home with you two."

"Sexy results tend to happen a lot around you," Thresha agreed. "Shelly, too. I figure it's a hyper-herm thing. Some sort of naughty radioactivity that affects everyone around you."

"Cindy does refer to her basement as 'Ground Zero' now..."

Thresha rolled her hips with fluid grace, her entire body moving in sinuous waves against the kitteh. Amber's claws pricked through her jeans, moving like a pianist's overture. "You know, normally I've only got eyes for hir," she murred, lowering herself slowly. "But you're a... special case..."

"Now when you say 'special'," Amber started, and was not disappointed when she was prevented from finishing. Arms and legs and tails twined ardently, and she was reminded of her final goodbye kiss on Jade's island, though on a smaller scale. Jade had been a towering, powerfully-built but still earnestly innocent hyper herm, while Thresha was a much more reasonable size, slender and well-toned, but supremely confident and determinedly assertive.

There was a thump from the other side of the room, and Amber giggled around Thresha's lips. "I think our friends are getting along," she murmured, grinding her heavily-restrained endowments against the shark's tail.

Out of the corner of her eye, Thresha could see Shelly and Cindy in a similar position on the floor, although the violet bunny was draped rather indecorously across the vixen's improbable breasts. "Shi's very friendly," she agreed, turning her attention back to the formerly fictional feline. "Not that you're exactly aloof..."

"I'll have you know I'm the very picture of propriety!" Amber huffed, slipping her hands up under Thresha's shirt and lifting it towards the sharkgirl's shoulders. "Polite and civil, that's me."

With a snakelike contortion that took Amber's breath away, Thresha's shirt fluttered off into the bedroom's pink depths, followed moments later by a lacy black bra. Amber admired the shark's wondrously proportioned body, pearly breasts swaying enticingly, and reached up to caress one small black nipple with her kittenish paw. There was some muffled cheering from the pile of purple and orange fluff on the floor, causing the shark's cheeks to darken. "Fortunately, I'm none of those things," she smirked, darting in to smooch at Amber's muzzle.

The kitteh dragged her barely-sheathed claws carefully down Thresha's back, moaning softly into her silvery kisses. "Are you sure you read my stories? Like, all the way to the end?"

She squeaked in shock, feeling strong fingers suddenly darting beneath her skirts, moving with suspicious accuracy to the chrome steel buckles of her restraints. "The endings might be my favorite parts," Thresha whispered into Amber's ear, nibbling at the downy cream-and-gold fluff of her neck. "But it's so hard to pick a favorite..."

Thresha's shoulders flexed, her tail tightening around Amber's leg for support, and the frightening but eerily familiar sound of restraints loosening and recoiling filled the room. Cindy's head snapped up, and Shelly began to squeal once more. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!" shi giggled, clapping hir hands together. "That's just what I thought it sounded like!"

"Did you lotion up tonight, sweetie?" Cindy panted, midway through removing her own ridiculously extra-large cheerleading sweater.

"We were just supposed to go to a book store!" Amber retorted, watching Thresha slowly being lifted into the air as her nethers gradually and inexorably expanded to their natural state. "So no, I didn't feel like dosing myself with hormones."

"Yay!"

"You hush up!"

Thresha's eyes widened, feeling her thighs forced farther and farther apart as Amber's maleness, already an impressive size, bloated up twice again as large. Inch by inch, Amber's hips sank deeper into the plush mattress as the mass increased. The voluminous skirts hissed and slipped against her fur until the shark seemed to be straddling a dark green couch cushion. "Well, then," she breathed, dark eyes sparkling, flexing her legs against the bulk.

"Great, now she's going to forget all about me," Shelly wailed dramatically, very nearly diving under Cindy's sweater in an effort to remove the vixen from it. "I knew this was a bad idea!"

"Don't worry, my darling!" Cindy cried, finally popping her arms free and tossing the pup-tent-sized shirt away. "We'll run away together!"

There was a long, distracted moment of appraisal as three pairs of eyes gazed wonderingly at the now-topless cheerleader. Cindy's cheeks turned slightly pinker, but she inhaled coquettishly, nibbling on a pinky claw. The creamy white breast fur obscured nearly everything from her navel to her collarbones, and there was no sight of the arm she was using to support herself. "What?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes.

Thresha made a startled little noise in her throat. "I'm sure it's just a coincidence, but Amber grew a few more inches just now."

"Happenstance, nothing more!"

Shelly slid hir paws over Cindy's exposed bosom, cupping underneath and giving the monumental mounds a heft. "Golly," shi breathed, leaning in closer. "How do you walk?"

"You should see me do cartwheels," Cindy grinned, spinning on her rump in defiance of momentum and slipping her legs to either side of the bunny's hips. She leaned forwards, bringing the full weight of her chest to bear against Shelly's lap. "Or you could help me, if you really wanted to..."

Shelly murred, wrapping hir arms around as much of Cindy as shi could reach and tumbling backwards, burying hirself in the vixen's swells. Thresha laughed at the sight, Shelly's boundless exuberance as infectious as ever. The sharkgirl slid slowly to the side, coming to rest on the mattress alongside the kitteh; although she was enjoying the ride, it wasn't nearly as fun being so far from the rest of Amber's body.

"Does that happen every time?" she asked, tracing the outline of Amber's maleness with a fingertip.

"No," the kitteh smiled, stretching out luxuriantly on the bed and shifting her weight to bring her muzzle against Thresha's. "Sometimes I'm big."

"There's more important things than size, you know."

"Mmmm, that's what people tell me, but they never seem to complete that thought."

Thresha's sleek, silvery hand slipped beneath the waist of Amber's skirts, and beneath the now purely decorative weight of her detached restraints. "Why is that, do you think?" she queried, squeezing the base of a sheath that was rapidly approaching the same girth as the kitteh's thigh.

"No... idea... mmm, lower..."

Thresha was only too happy to accommodate, leaning in to kiss the supine feline as she slid her hand down to the heavy sheath's cuff, already twitching and straining. Amber's balls rumbled faintly, vibrations tingling in her fingertips, and expanded a teensy bit further. "Hmm, I need to get a better view of the situation," she moaned softly into the kitteh's neck fluff, scooting further down the bed and scattering kisses across Amber's upper chest.

"No fair, I'm falling behind," Amber laughed, twisting out of her sweater even faster than Thresha had, exposing her lacy burgundy bra. The shark rumbled in approval, not even pausing in her southward journey, snuggling her sleek muzzle in between the kitteh's warm, plump breasts.

A few experimental tugs, and Thresha realized she was going to need some help. "Lift your butt," she giggled into Amber's bellybutton, gripping the green waistband meaningfully. "Something heavy seems to be getting in the way."

"Sure, blame the hyper," Amber gasped, thrusting her hips towards the ceiling and allowing Thresha to work her skirts down to her knees, her footpaws, and then... well, she didn't know where they went after that, and she didn't care. "Like everything is our fau... faul... f... fff..."

The sharkgirl's lips pressed moistly against the base of Amber's maroon sheath, which twitched in response. "Size..." she purred, moving up the expanding bulk with kiss after kiss, "isn't... everything... you... know..."

"You're telling me," Amber grunted, the size of her soft shaft rapidly outpacing her sheath's ability to stretch. So close, Thresha could actually hear the faint, leathery creaking sounds of skin being pulled too far. "There's such a thing as... erf... too much!"

"Does that hurt?" Thresha asked, suddenly concerned.

"In... a...good... way... mmmf, you might want to get clear rightaboutnowohgods-"

She wouldn't have gotten clear for all the bacon in the world. Thresha hugged Amber's waist, nipping at the quivering, tortured velvety fur and gasping in delight when the feline revealed her true self, sheath pulling back in one great surge and more than two feet of canid cock slumping against her cream-and-gold sac.

There was a collective sigh of relief from all four girls, and even a brief smattering of applause from Shelly, who was still mostly buried under Cindy's own hyperness. "Do it again!"

"Not on your life!" Amber laughed, sitting up and running her paws along Thresha's fin. "I did warn you."

"Warn, nothing," Thresha snickered. "I'm just mad it took so long to get you in the mood."

"Hey!" Shelly chirped. "I can still hear you, love of my life..."

"I know, honey," the shark continued easily, silky fingers moving easily along Amber's length. "This was your idea, you know."

"Technically, it was just as much my idea," Amber said.

"And mine!" Cindy added. "Right from the start!"

"Sleeping with anything that breathes isn't an 'idea', Cindy..."

"It's the _best_idea!"

"Oh, just... just hush... you... you... mmmmmmmm......" Amber collapsed backwards into the mounded pillows, chewing her lower lip and shivering. She clutched at her tail, pulling on it like a safety line. "Mmmmmm, I think I... really like sharks now... eeeeeeee, tiny teeth...!"

Thresha was sitting up now, her maw opened wide around the side of Amber's shaft, but still using more lip than fang. There was the tiniest inkling of nervousness now, considering the feline's size. Shelly could reach this sort of magnitude, but it generally took quite some time, dedication and stroking, whereas Amber had hardly even started yet! She hugged the hardening cock to her body, feeling the blazing heat against her skin, and moaned around her mouthful. "People in this world must be stretchy!"

"One way... or another..." Amber growled through clenched teeth, writhing under Thresha's ministrations. "I've helped a lot of people... nnnnf, find out..."

"They talk a lot," Cindy smirked, having released Shelly just long enough to start tugging the phukbunny's jeans off. They were down to hir knees, hir glossy lavender fluff contrasting with the rich, dark plum color of hir sheathless shaft; another mighty pull and hir cock finally popped free. "Hey, there we go!"

"Thanks, that was starting to get a little bit uncomfortable," Shelly grinned, stroking hirself proudly with one paw, reaching out to ruffle Cindy's hair with the other. "I know after Amber, I'm probably not all that impressive, but-"

"Oh, stop," Cindy admonished, again defying gravity by rising up to her knees, her foxy paws moving to join Shelly's. "Don't sell yourself_short_... you're still a lot more impressive than most guys I've been with!"

"Most?" Shelly chuckled, arching an eyebrow.

"Well... ninety-five percent of them... maybe ninety-six..."

"Just give me time, Cindy, just give me time. Oh ye gods, I can't believe I'm actually here...!"

"Me either," Cindy frowned. "Not very happy about it."

Shelly's eyes flew open and shi sat up, ears drooping. "What? What's wrong? Is it me? I'm going too fast, aren't I? I'm sorry, I was just so excited by all of this, I guess it's not really proper-"

"No, no, no! I just can't believe we're here, when there's a big giant bed right there!"

Amber missed the latter part of their exchange, having stuffed a small pink teddy bear into her mouth in order to stifle her impassioned cries. One part of her mind cursed her hyper-sensitivity, where even a few gentle licks and caresses could cause her eyes to roll back in her head, but on the other hand she had grown up worried that she would be so big she would be impossible to please. There didn't seem to be any middle ground or compromise in her life... it was all or nothing, often to her lover's chagrin.

Thresha's tail snuggled up to her side, the tip grazing her breasts and tickling her creamy white ruff. The sharkgirl's hands and mouth were still very hard at work, and Amber at full tumescence was a wondrous and daunting sight to behold, to say nothing of the immense seed-filled sac forcing the kitteh's legs apart, occasionally tensing and growing larger in long, slow surges.

"I'm probably not going to have another chance at this," Thresha murmured, eyes half-lidded, dragging her tongue along the tapered tip of the canine member, causing veins to bunch and bulge furiously just beneath the taut skin. "Let's hope this is a forgiving world..."

Amber felt the aquatic girl's touch leave her body, and she took the chance to catch her breath and uncross her eyes. She mewled querulously, wondering where her latest paramour had gone, but a shift and creak of bedsprings caused her to look up. Thresha stood above her, feet near the kitteh's shoulders, silvery body glowing in the lamplight. The sharkgirl gripped the headboard and swayed her hips, her tail snaking backwards and wrapping around Amber's almost painfully hard erection, angling it towards her.

"I think I remember Luis doing something like this," Thresha said softly, smiling down at Amber, who was far more interested in the shark's tail, and the smooth, glistening petals she was being aimed towards. "With a few... minor differences..."

Both girls gasped and shivered when Amber's cock nestled up against Thresha's pussy, not to mention the backs of her thighs, her rump and a significant amount of her tail. Amber's eyes widened even further when, far from pausing or even hesitating, Thresha bore down, her muscular tail squeezing and drawing her in.

The kitteh spasmed, clutching madly at the sharkgirl's ankles and digging her own feet into the mattress to steady herself. Don't grow don't grow don't grow don't grow don't grow... she thought to herself, wanting to give Thresha a head start before her physiology ruined someone's evening. Don't grow don't grow don't grow... yet. One more minute... one more minute...

Thresha was also chanting a mantra to herself, but a much shorter one. Relax relax relax relax relax rela-a-a-a-a-a-a-ax...!

Even with several minutes spent happily lubricating Amber with her tongue, Thresha was not expecting the resistance the hyper-herm was putting up. A quick glance down at Amber's expression and she knew the resistance wasn't purposeful; if anything, the kitteh wanted this to happen even more than she did. The headboard rattled, her knuckles whitening as she pushed herself back and down, and she was starting to consider alternative options when the entire bed suddenly bucked and bounced, driving better than twelve inches of the canine home.

Shelly and Cindy rocked back and forth on the mattress alongside the kitteh and selachi, giggling drunkenly. "You looked so comfy," Cindy tittered, resting more on her breasts than anything else. She reached out and stroked the broad underside of Amber's shaft, gazing in stark admiration where it forced it's way into Thresha. "And we thought you could use a little... help..."

"Warning... next... time..." Amber snarled, her muzzle still twisted into a dreamy smile.

Thresha took a knee, bracing herself against the headboard with only one hand and exploring the swelling bulge in her tummy with the other. "You..." she gasped, feeling the pressure within her rising. "You're all done growing... right?"

Shelly was the first to laugh, followed by Cindy and Amber herself. "You'll be fine, love," the bunny said reassuringly, hugging the busty fox from behind and reaching out to squeeze the shark's tail. "I've been bigger than that! Well... hmmm, maybe not anymore..."

For every inch Thresha sagged towards Amber's hips, it seemed that the young hyper swelled two. By the time she was resting on both knees, straddling Amber's fuzzy torso just below her breasts, she felt as though she was down a lung, gills working overtime to keep up with her body's demands. Her hips protested loudly, and she thanked her cartillage-filled ancestors for their flexibility. She wanted to lean forwards and kiss Amber again, but the tree-like impedence of Amber's cock was forcing her body upright.

Amber had no such difficulties. She ran her paws over Thresha's body, especially the outline of her shaft that was very nearly as big around as her formerly-slender waist, and leaned up to brush her lips against the sharkgirl's silvery breasts and perky black nipples. "You all... all right?" she panted, trying to pump her hips.

Thresha wriggled, rising up onto her heels slightly and pushing herself higher. Amber thought that she was trying to escape, and all things considered she couldn't blame the girl, but she cried out when the sharkgirl gripped her fuzzy shoulders and drove herself down hard. "You're not going anywhere," Thresha grunted, feeling Amber's ever-filling sac rubbing against her tail.

Any diffuse discomfort she felt was being blown away by intense pleasure. She could feel Amber's pulse alongside her own, and with each downward plunge of her hips the kitteh's considerable length hummed like a violin string.

When she was sure she wasn't going to have to call an ambulance, she clasped her hands to Amber's and turned her attention to Shelly and Cindy. The fox was on all fours, although in her case that meant knees and breasts, close enough that the kitteh was nuzzling a plump expanse of jiggling sideboob. The phukbunny was living up to hir namesake, on her knees and almost hip-to-hip with Thresha, though very much on the giving end rather than the receiving end.

The extra-dimensional girls smiled weakly at eachother, and leaned in to share a kiss. Thresha wrapped her arm around Shelly's shoulders, one hand shamelessly fondling the bunny's swollen breasts, while Shelly stroked the immense argent outline of Amber's cock through Thresha's overstretched belly skin. "I told you they were good stories," Shelly leered, pulling back and thrusting again into Cindy, the vixen's musk filling the room. "How are you doing, sweetie?"

"Gluk... good," Thresha gasped, drawn condom-tight around Amber. "Getting... a little... big..."

"Mmmm, you're going to get a lot bigger," Amber sing-songed, and Cindy laughed. "I hope my room isn't big enough."

"Uhm, I think you mean you hope it is big enough," Thresha said worriedly, but Shelly smirked; shi knew better.

"Nope, isn't." Amber dragged her claws thoughtfully down Thresha's belly, feeling the first stirrings of her knot's inevitable bloom. "You're going to help me get some new furniture in here. Hopefully stuff that isn't pink."

A myriad of potential fantasies flooded Thresha's mind (oh gods why did I have to use the word 'flooded'?!?), most of which involved her expanding to the sorts of sizes that usually involved zip codes. She was no stranger to being fwoomped, which was another word that Shelly had introduced her to, but she was definitely used to being able to walk, or at least waddle, afterwards. If these stories were true...

She scanned the room and grinned, eyes twinkling with greed. "Bah," she said casually, "there's no way you can fill the WHOLE room."

"Hah!!" Amber and Cindy barked in unison. Shelly clapped hir paws over hir muzzle and snorted to conceal hir laughter. The shark glanced back over her shoulder, sizing up the kitteh's immense testes, wondering just how much they could produce if the room wasn't going to be enough.

"All... glurk...talk..." Thresha added, powerful legs flexing, pushing her up several more inches and dropping her back down.

Amber stiffened, not used to her partners putting in this much effort! "You know," she gasped, gripping Thresha's hips and doing her best to help thrust, "Cindy said something like that once. Once."

"Worth it," Cindy moaned, arms wrapped around her breasts and burying her muzzle between them, rocking back and forth with each pump from Shelly's plump but deceptively strong body.

Thresha wondered if this was how hallucinogens felt. Her mind felt separated from her body, as though she were watching the entire crazy scene from a distance, the sensations of her insides contorting around the spectacularly-blessed hyper-herm, each breath bringing new and strange touches and tingles in places she never knew existed. Snuggling her tail beneath Amber's sac like an anchor, she leaned backwards, putting her own pressure on Amber's cock and wriggling her body against the bloated and drum-tight fuzzy spheres.

Amber screeched, a short sharp sound of ecstasy that set Shelly's fur on end, Cindy's tail puffing up in a mixture of erotic desire and animal terror. "I know that sound," Cindy wheezed, reaching out to clasp Amber's paw reassuringly. "That's a good sound..."

"Gnnnrrrrr, I really, really, really like sharks now," she managed to force through clenched teeth, feeling the familiar floodwaters of preseed flowing through her, fighting against the glorious barrier of Thresha's marvelous but absurdly tight pussy. "You... you two... might want... to move..."

Cindy glanced back over her shoulder, tongue lolling out and flapping with each thump from the bunny behind her, and shared a loopy grin with Shelly. "No chance," the vixen said woozily. "Front... row... seats..."

"You people are crazy!" Amber sounded exasperated, but she was secretly very glad that, sometimes, people weren't afraid of what she could do. If anything, Cindy and Shelly seemed to be leaning even closer...

Thresha's forehead was beaded with sweat, legs burning with the exertion of riding the mammothly-endowed kitteh. 'Riding' was perhaps a bit of a stretch (augh why did I have to use the word 'stretch'?!?!), and a few vertical inches was all she was capable of, but the experience was so strange and unique and overpowering that each little expansion of canine flesh within her simply drove her on to greater effort.

She loved Shelly for many, many reasons, not the least of which was the wonderful ways that the genetically-enhanced bunny could swell. Watching the plump, happy-go-lucky herm sleep, arguing over the rules of board games, fighting over the remote control and the inevitable furniture-rattling make-up sex... there was not one thing, there was just every thing.

That said, the size-queen part of her personality was nearly out of its mind, and the sharkgirl suspected that perhaps it was, for the first time, truly being sated.

"Mrrrrrrr, I thought you were a grower," Cindy huffed, undulating her body in a manner that Thresha thought no high school girl should really be able to do.

"Compared to her?!" Shelly asked incredulously, reaching out to rub Thresha's wildly distended tummy. "Someone's expecting a lot!"

"I think she's expecting a whole lot," Amber said, finally coming down from the clouds and able to properly focus her eyes again. "She's a greedy, greedy fox."

"Am not! I'm just... difficult to please!"

"Oh, that's the biggest lie of the night!"

"Are you two... actually... arguing..." Thresha grunted, leaning around the glossy column of silvery skin that her body had become, "... now?!"

"It's what they do," Shelly giggled, leaning forward and pressing hir breasts against the small of Cindy's back, kissing up and down her spine. "Just go with it, sweetie..."

"I don't have much of a... unf... choice, do I?" the shark grinned, hugging at her overburdened torso. A moment later, though, she squeaked in alarm, her tail snapping up straight behind her. "Oh! OH!"

"What? What?!" Shelly asked, alarmed.

"That's just... me," Amber said, arching her back and then seeming to deflate, a silly look on her face. "Relax, and... ooooo, try to un-clench..."

Thresha couldn't see anything below the level of her breasts, but she could feel all to acutely the kitteh's knot starting it's long, slow, and frighteningly unstoppable growth. Springy, flexible bones were being pushed beyond their limits, her tail flapping uselessly now. "That's... that's... uh... that's..."

"Are you ok?" Amber purred, stroking the shark's thighs, watching her lower belly swell outwards like a time-lapse pregnancy. "It's perfectly natural, just go with it..."

The insides of Thresha's womanhood no longer resembled anything perfectly natural, holding a hundred times more than it was ever intended to hold, every nerve ending singing, no, screaming in pleasure. "That's... awesome..." she slurred, hiccuping as her lungs fought for space. Her legs flexed uselessly, anchored as surely as anyone had ever been. "I can't... fuck... anymore..."

"Mmmmmm, that's all right," the hyper grinned, exposing her gleaming teeth with sharklike intent. "I'll take it from here."

"Eep?"

Almost a new sensation for Thresha, she was definitely no longer in the driver's seat, and could do little more than hold on for dear life. The bed sagged under the ever-increasing strain, Amber somehow finding the strength to buck and thrust, bouncing the shark up and down like a baby rattle. Shelly's own motions slowed, hypnotised by the sight of hir girlfriend being on the receiving end of that which shi had fantasized about so many, many times.

Amber slipped a paw from Thresha's hips to where Cindy rocked back and forth by her side, stroking it across the impressive bulge in the vixen's tummy. Shelly shuddered, able to feel those fluffy fingers through Cindy's thinned flesh. Hir cock twitched and flexed within the fox, her baying cries muffled by her breasts.

"Why... why didn't... didn't you..." Thresha struggled to speak, now truly resembling a sleek, silvery condom.

"It's ok," Shelly murmurred, nuzzling the sharkgirl's shoulder. "I understand."

Thresha shook her head, took a deep breath, and tried again. "Why didn't you... tell me... about these stories sooner?" she managed with a triumphant smile.

"I might not have been quite so friendly, otherwise," Amber laughed. "You caught me on a good night!"

"I... caught_you?!_" Thresha said with mock horror, squeezing the kitteh's knot through her waist.

"In a manner of speaking," the cream-and-gold hyper winked. "I'm rarely the one doing the chasing, and... and... ooohhhh gods..."

Shelly's ears shot straight up, hir little cotton-tail vibrating like a power saw, at the diesel-thrum liquid churning sounds emanating from the kitteh's beachball-like sac. Shi just had time to squeeze Thresha's hand before the shark-girl's body quivered and seemed to swell outwards in all directions, obscuring the outline of the immense canine cock buried inside her. Thresha's eyes bulged out, her other hand flailing as she struggled to cope with the sudden alarming rise in pressure.

"Just... just... just pre," Amber panted, bosom heaving as she struggled for breath. "Not finished... yet..."

Cindy stretched a paw out, poking at the sharkgirl's body. "It's like a waterbed!" she giggled, gyrating her hips against Shelly's. "Can_you_ do that, bunny buns?"

"Sometimes," Shelly breathed, watching hir lover filling out.

"Mmmmm," the vixen moaned, hugging her own tummy and squeezing as best she could with her internal muscles, coaxing the bunny yet larger.

"Gonna get a new bed," Amber was saying, almost chanting, her eyes huge and unfocused. "New carpet... no more pink... new bookshelves... definitely a new lamp..."

"I feel... so used..." Thresha said, squeezing at her formerly-slim figure, hands sinking several inches into her jiggling body. She glanced down at Amber, and realized that she could no longer see the kitteh. "You can't see me... but I'm winking..."

"Good!"

The ballooning curve of her body now completely obscured the outline of the kitteh's shaft, even her oversized knot, and was soon pressing against Amber's tummy, forcing the sharkgirl back against the hyper's fuzzy but achingly taut sac. "Ok, running... out of room here..."

"That's what you think."

"Seeing is believing!"

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Cindy added helpfully, tongue lolling out. "Amber is a force of nature..."

"Insurance coverage?" Thresha winced, feeling the knot flexing and tightening just inside her.

"Comprehensive... for hypers," Amber confirmed. "And... and... oohh fuck fuck fuck there we go, there we go..."

"Shelly...!" Thresha gasped, groping blindly for the bunny's hand. The shark was used to taking her time, teasing her lovers, and especially Shelly, for hours and hours, thoroughly enjoying the journey, sometimes to the exclusion of her own climax. Nothing seemed to be slowing the kitteh down, though, and it was a very different sensation to find her own orgasm almost literally being squeezed out of her.

"I got you, love, I got you," Shelly said, steadying the nervous sharkgirl. "It's all right, it's all right. You look so awesome right now!"

"These stories always end good, right?"

"Of course!" Shi paused. "Well, except for the first one, but that was sort of a twist ending, and he didn't really say EXACTLY what happened..."

"What happened?!?" Thresha cried, eyes wide, legs pushing uselessly at the bed. "I don't remember that one!"

"He's fine," Amber said quickly, wriggling her toes and determining that was probably the only part of her body below the breasts that wasn't pinned. "Stuart had a little... incident... with me, and a shower, but he's perfectly all right now! And that TOTALLY hasn't happened to anything living since then!"

"I'm not reassured!"

Shelly hugged the rapidly rounding mound of Thresha. "Don't worry, I think someone learned their lesson."

"Her, or Dissident Love?!"

"Yes?"

"You'll be fine," Amber purred, enveloping Thresha and Amber's tightly-clasped hands with her own oversized paw. "Sharks are stretchy!"

"Well, hooray for... urk... me!"

The rising mass of hyper-flesh was starting to spread shadows, and Shelly was inching slowly away from Amber's loins even as Cindy seemed to be inching closer, or at least trying to considering her position. Thresha refused to let go of the phukbunny's paw, but slowly the trepidation and panic on her face was replaced by dawning giddiness.

All at once her body spasmed, though she felt like a fly stuck to a sea of honey trying futilely to escape. She squeaked, her eyes bulging out with the effort of remaining silent. She thrashed again, just once, a long keening wail escaping her lips.

Thresha was good at delaying her own pleasure, but there was no holding back from this. The pressure within was so intense that she couldn't even really feel it anymore; it was like trying to pick out individual sounds standing next to the space shuttle launch.

"Hehe, she looks like Jell-o," Cindy tittered drunkenly, poking at Thresha's tummy as it advanced across the bed.

When the sharkgirl's orgasm struck, it struck like a thunderbolt, obliterating all sense. The almost crushing tension was replaced by an ethereal numbness, a confusing combination of rapture and serenity. She slumped against her bloating body, eyes closed, unaware of her blissed-out moans, unaware of Shelly's silky paw stroking her cheek lovingly.

Amber, on the other hand, was only aware of the semi-aquatic girl's muscular insides suddenly clenching on her cock with a vengeance, giving her the final little push that she needed, not like it was very difficult for her to reach climax even on a bad day. Sometimes the massage function on her shower head could finish her off. Hey... the climax of the story, she thought. I just got that! Hah!

The bed groaned and splintered as the weight suddenly skyrocketed. The hyper-kitteh's sac drew in tight, trembling with anticipation. She dug her claws into the bedspread, arching her back and trying to force her hips towards the ceiling. Her maleness flexed and expanded one final time, as though there were any need for her to be tied to her lover any more tightly than she already was, before she joined Thresha in the throes of ecstasy, and erupted.

Shelly's memories of the next few moments were blurry, and more than a little panicked, but shi definitely recalled and would forever cherish the sight of Thresha inflating as though a bomb had gone off in her belly. The silvery sphere encompassed nearly all of hir vision, pausing on the cusp of another blast before swelling again, and again, and again.

Hir own orgasm actually faltered in the face of that impossible scene, and clinging as shi was to Cindy's hips it was still hard to focus on the moment, especially while being shoved inexorably off the bed and sent tumbling to the floor.

The bed shuddered and collapsed, half of the mattress already completely hidden by Thresha's bulk. The floor made some alarming noises, but Amber knew that the house was more than strong enough to handle her (and her mother was far too quick to point out that it could handle her father, too). There was a muted thump as the sharkgirl made contact with one wall, and a faint crash as a bookshelf left to join the great thrift shop in the sky.

"Wow," Shelly gasped, awe-struck, hugging hir nearly unrecognizeable girlfriend.

Cindy, still rather awkwardly joined at the hips to the far more modestly-sized hyper, rolled onto her side, hugging her breasts and just staring up at the display. "Mmmmmm, showoff," she purred, nostalgia washing over her. "Oh yes, she will be mine again..."

Thresha regained some of her senses, feeling as though she were being buried in a pillow fort. Behind her, Amber's balls were slowly receding, as well as regaining their former softness. In front of her, though, was an entirely different matter. She slid her tongue across the nearly-flat, silvery expanse of flesh, feeling her glass-tight skin. From somewhere deep within there was a churning rumble, and she was pushed backwards a little further by another couple dozen gallons of seed.

"Whoa," she hiccuped, trying to imagine what the room looked like. She was getting some conflicting messages from the rest of her body, especially everything between her hips and breasts, but it was all still drowned out by the omnipresent pleasure.

"Thresh?"

"Shell?"

"You ok?"

"I don't know?"

Amber's climax had slowed to a more steady flow, but it was still more than the sharkgirl could ever remember Shelly producing on all but the most crazy nights. The kitteh was wedged up awkwardly against the remains of the headboard, nuzzling her whiskers against Thresha's tummy. The pair continued to fill the room, and every few moments there was another crunch of overwhelmed furniture.

"Still happy you found a magic book?" she asked.

"Ask me... hic... tomorrow..." Thresha chuckled, running her hands fondly over Amber's sac, coaxing them to life once more. "I must look ridiculous."

"You look sexy," Cindy and Shelly chorused, spooning against the door and rocking slowly back and forth, getting back into their own groove.

"Did my computer survive?" Amber asked.

"I don't know, it's waaayyy on the other side," Shelly said, trying to see around Thresha's form and failing. "I... think it's in the safe corner? Love, do you feel anything high-tech poking you?"

"Babe, I don't even know where my legs are!"

"Good point. You're still growing, too! Oops, there goes a lamp."

"Hee hee, that tickled!" There was a pause, and then a sigh. "Awwww, man..."

"What?"

"My tail got fwoomped," Thresha said with a mixture of sadness and mirth.

"OOOH! Can I see it?!"

"I can't lift it," the sharkgirl snickered. "Awww, man, I'm gonna have to go on a diet after this."

"Salad time!" Shelly said triumphantly.

Cindy laughed. "I don't care what you guys think about me and Amber, it's WAY more hilarious listening to you two."

"Urk! Touching three walls now," Thresha said, growing alarmed as well as larger. "I never thought I'd ever say this to anyone, Amber, but... are you almost done?"

"Stop... wiggling..." Amber panted, kissing at the shark's overloaded flesh. "You keep... setting... me off!"

"Hey, don't blame the victim!"

"I'm thanking the victim," the kitteh said sincerely. "Even if you are now going to be held captive in my room for the next... uh... several days."

"What? Why?"

"Physics, my dear. Physics. My dad probably isn't going to want to chainsaw the wall out and pay for a crane, so..."

Shelly's ears popped up. "We get to meet your parents!" shi said, excited all over again. "Yay, I've always wanted to hug Liam!"

Amber winced. "You're on a first name basis with my folks?"

"I will be soon," the bunny grinned, rolling hir hips with renewed vigor against Cindy's rump. "They just came in the front door."

"WHAT?!" Amber shrieked, struggling briefly against the results of her love. "Are you sure?"

Over Thresha's gentle sloshing, everyone could hear a very Amber-like voice calling out her name, and the faint slam of the front door closing. "Pretty sure," Shelly smirked, wrapping hir arms around Cindy's bulging midsection and smooching the vixen's neck. Cindy murred loudly, writhing against the purple bunny's plush front.

"Lock the door!" Amber cried.

"What door?" Shelly said innocently.

"SHELLY!" Thresha said. "The door! Come on!"

"Have _any_of you read these stories?" Cindy retorted in exasperation.

"Not now!" the kitteh said, eyes huge with dismay. "Come on, I can at least stall them!"

Shelly stretched hir arm up to the door handle, but paused. "Hey, something just occurred to me..."

"Shelly," Thresha snapped, "lock the damn door before... before... uh oh..."

A few moments later, the door handle rattled and spun, and Sierra O'Malley poked her head into her daughter's room. "Amber?" she called softly, even as her nostrils flared with the familiar scent of illicit liaisons. "Are you... oh. Oh my."

Amber was sitting up in the middle of the wanton destruction that was her bedroom. She was plainly very, very aroused, the slender kitteh dwarfed by her glistening erection, even though it was clearly softening. Cindy was leaning against her, arms wrapped around her breasts and pouting slightly.

The rest of the room, save for the tiny plastic computer table, had been reduced to near two dimensionality.

"Uhm..." Sierra said.

"Can you close the door?" Amber said quietly, tugging the sheet across her lap as her flagging knot finally allowed her some mobility. "We, uh... need a moment."

Sierra nodded carefully, backed out of the room and was gone. Cindy and Amber exchanged a long, resigned look and sighed, swinging their arms around eachother's shoulders consolingly. "I guess the story ended for them," the kitteh mumbled into the fox's forehead.

Cindy nodded, sighing wistfully, one paw smilling from her breasts down to her moist thighs. "At least you got your happy ending..."

---

"... glowing!"

In the bookstore, the transition from one world to the next had been seamless, except for a little tingling and a vague sense of motion. This time, the weightlessness gripped their hearts with terror, and even that was nothing compared to the shock of dropping a dozen feet and slamming into unexpectedly warm, open water.

Shelly spluttered to the surface, paddling awkwardly. "Thresha!" shi cried, scanning the churning waters frantically. "Where are you?!"

Thresha bobbed slowly to the surface, shedding water like a breaching whale. Shi only knew it was Thresha because of the sharkgirl's distinctive belly markings, although now they were blown up to almost comical proportions. Shelly couldn't see any arms or legs anywhere, and it took hir a few frightened moments to remember that the shark could easily breathe underwater.

Shi swam awkwardly over to the iceberg-like mass of hir girlfriend, floating like a featureless desert island. "Thresh!" shi said again, running hir hands over the silvery sphere.

The mound shook and sloshed, and then spun slowly like a ball bearing until Thresha's sleek muzzle surfaced alongside hir. "As much as I like being in the water again," she said dully, "I have to admit to being a little confused."

Shelly's goggled, then threw back hir head and laughed, hir sopping ears spraying and splashing Thresha's sides. "Oh, hun," shi said between fits, moving closer and kissing hir girlfriend on the lips. "Always look on the bright side of life, remember?"

"We changed worlds again," Thresha said with disarming ease, "didn't we?"

"I guess. Are you ok?"

"I'm approximately the size of a large bedroom, and seem to have sprung a, er... leak," she replied, blushing daintily. "Other than that, I feel like a ship-shape seaworthy vessel."

"Oh, pish, you look... well, there's not many adjectives I can use that don't draw attention to your size right now. Would you settle for 'infinitely huggable'?"

"Is that just because it would take an infinity to hug all of me?"

"There's other reasons!"

They rocked gently back and forth for some time, enjoying the warm ocean currents massaging their tired bodies. Shelly grinned when shi realized that, bit by bit, the overblown shark was indeed deflating. Eventually Thresha's curiosity got the better of her, and she had to ask, "So is this our world, or a new story? Where has warm water?"

"Hmm, it's too warm for us, unless we're on the other side of the planet. Could be The Resort? That's a fairly new story and Dissident hasn't done a lot with it, but eeeeeee, that could be a lot of fun! Amber is almost considered SMALL there!" Shelly paused. "What are you doing?"

"Paddling away from land," Thresha muttered. "And if you ever want me to spring back to my original size, you'll help!"

"Oh, you," Shelly snickered, grabbing one of Thresha's fins and setting out for land, which wasn't more than a hundred yards away. "You're not exactly the only one here who's got some three dimensional issues, you know."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see," the bunny winked, kicking with hir powerful legs. "You could... unf... help, you know. I feel like a tugboat trying to haul in a cruise ship."

"In my current state, I take offense to that!!" Thresha burbled, her head dipping below the waves with every stroke.

"Do you regret what happened?"

The shark thought about it, but she'd had plenty of time to think during the previous world's adventures. "Not even a little bit," she purred, an odd sound for an aquatic anthro. "I didn't think I could stretch so much!"

"I'm definitely going to put that newfound ability to the test when we get home," the phukbunny said with grim determination. "No more holding back."

"You've been holding back?!"

"Well... maybe a little..."

"If I could find my legs, I'd kick you right now. I told you, you didn't need to hold back with me! Not ever, sweetie. I knew you before, and I knew you after, and I've always loved you for you. If you were twice as big, if you were Amber sized, I'd still love you." She chuckled as she felt soft sand start to bump against her most submerged portions. "Although if you were that big, I might have finally tried yoga."

"So you're saying I can finally get you to come to yoga class with me?"

"I said 'if'..."

"You suck."

"But I do it so well..."

"You might have your hands full with me now, darling. To say nothing of your mouth..."

Thresha was almost back to normal size by the time Shelly's footpaws reached the sandy, submerged shoals, and she could finally get a better view of the coastline. There was a huge rocky outcropping to their right, and the position of the blazing sun nearly overhead indicated that it was north of them, as well. "Ok, so we're on the east coast now," the shark deduced, floating free as Shelly struggled to the shore. She ran her hands over herself, wriggling her fingers and toes and making sure that everything had popped back into place. "Does that help?"

Shelly was standing belly-deep now, stretching hir hands overhead and working the kinks out of hir back. Thresha's eyes widened when she realized that the genetically-engineered super-bunny was still significantly more buxom than normal for hir, each lovely lavender mound looking as large and proud as a volleyball. "Well," the bunny said, twisting side to side in a manner that caused some very exciting motions, "it narrows it down, but I don't want to tell you. I want it to be a surprise."

"I literally could not be much more surprised than I am right now," Thresha said wryly. "A couple hours ago, we were in a book store. Then I got fwoomped by a fetish porn Mary Sue, and NOW I'm treading water on a different planet. What, pray tell, is going to surprise me next?"

Shelly walked the last twenty feet to the beach, the sun already drying out hir unruly mop of violet hair, and Thresha's question nearly answered itself. The bunny was still moderately aroused, and shi was leaning backwards remarkably far in order to properly balance. Hir swaying, drooping cock was probably closer to four feet long than the shark could ever remember hir being, and hir lilac balls substantially larger than hir breasts and easily visible to either side of hir plump thighs.

"Yow," Thresha husked, already feeling a hungry tingling in her tail.

Shelly spun slowly, a look of pristine innocence on hir face. "Do you feel a breeze?" shi asked coquettishly.

"I feel something... damn. Why are you so big?"

"Because unlike SOMEONE," Shelly said pointedly, gently rubbing the base of hir shaft, massaging it as it continued to detumesce, "I didn't get a chance to FINISH."

Thresha's eyes widened. "Ooooooo, blueballs?" she winced. "Well, blue-ish..."

"Probably a good thing that our clothes didn't come through," shi sighed. "They wouldn't fit anyways."

The sharkgirl stood and joined her lover on the beach, giving hir a long, lingering hug and enjoying just how deliciously full shi had become. "I will definitely find a way to make it up to you," she leered, kissing the bunny's nose. "But, and this might be a first for me... I don't think this is the right time for boning."

Shelly sighed. "The Thresha I knew is gone," shi wailed, stamping one footpaw, "gone forever!"

"She's not gone, she's just stuck in a different dimension. HUGE difference." She glanced down between them, where the phukbunny's breasts filled her arms. "Several huge differences..."

"Hey! If I couldn't make fun of you when you were a giant cum-balloon, you can't make fun of me for being pent up!"

"I'm not making fun, I'm complimenting!" Thresha snickered, squeezing Shelly's softening shaft with her thighs.

"So was I! Stop that, I'm trying to be decent!"

"Decent? The Shelly I knew is gone," she sighed. "Gone forever."

Shelly tried to punch Thresha's shoulder, but the deft sharkgirl dodged easily. "Nyah nyah," she called, splashing through the lapping waves. "Can't get... uhm... can't... oh, fuck."

The purple bunny spun, nearly toppling hirself with circular momentum. "What! Where? What?"

"The book!"

"What book?"

"The book! THE book! The BOOK! The fucking... Dissident Love thing! Where is it?"

Shelly's jaw worked, and Thresha was pretty sure some of those mouthed syllables were very, very crude. "I don't know," shi said at last. "I don't think-"

But there was no-one there to hear hir words; Thresha had spun and dived, vanishing beneath the waves like a silver bullet. Shelly sighed, walked a short distance up the beach and dropped hir rump heavily into the hot, gleaming sand, fluffing up hir hair and soaking up some rays. "Fine, go look for it," shi said to the empty air. "Leave me undefended. See if I care. Hmph."

When Thresha re-emerged several minutes later, she found Shelly sitting cross-legged in a slightly sheltered depression, carefully forming tiny sand castles and topping them with random twigs. Hir lap was completely filled with hir hermness, hir breasts all but resting atop the collected bulges, but shi seemed perfectly happy with hir task, whistling nonsense tunes to hirself.

"No luck," Thresha grumped, sitting just behind Shelly and leaning against the warm, dry bunny. "I checked everywhere. It's really pretty down there, though. It's very clean. Usually a beach this nice has garbage..."

"It's ok," Shelly said softly. "Like I said, or like I was TRYING to say before you started playing Captain Nemo, is that I don't think we need the book."

"Uh... pretty sure the book is an important part of..." she waved her hands vaguely. "You know. All of this."

"Eh, probably, but think about Amber's room."

"Trying not to," Thresha chuckled. "I still feel like I got run through a pasta machine."

"Where was the book when we got... you know, whooshed away to where we are now?"

Thresha thought about it. "Uhm... my coat? Or your coat?"

"And where was either coat?"

"Closet. Wait, I think mine is hanging in the kitchen..."

"Exactly. And where were WE when it happened?"

Thresha's cheeks reddened. "OK, good point."

Shelly leaned back against Thresha's body, nuzzing hir head into the shark's lap. "Besides, we're in a story. Dissident would never strand us anywhere. Unless we found somewhere we wanted to spend the rest of our lives..."

"Oh, don't start that nonsense again, that someone's writing us," Thresha groused, absently moving her hands to cup Shelly's breasts. "I don't believe in predeterminism or any of that junk, and you're not going to convince me no matter how many weird hypers we meet."

"Do you doubt that the people we just met and got to third-and-a-half-base with were, in fact, the characters from Amber's First Dates?"

The shark frowned. "No-o-o, not doubt, exactly..."

Shelly nodded. "Good, then we're agreed. And besides," shi added, ears twitching against the undersides of Thresha's bust, "you don't need a hyper to convince you."

"Exactly."

"You just need hir."

"Who?"

Shelly jabbed a thumb back over Thresha's shoulder, and the sharkgirl glanced back. "What are you... you... oh, fuck me..."

The phukbunny nuzzled a little bit lower. "Later, love. Just watch."

Stretching back from the beach was a low ridge of grassy mounds, obscuring whatever was beyond. Thresha had intended to go exploring, as soon as she was tired of feeling up her hormone-pumped grrlfriend, since Shelly didn't seem to want to share hir suspicions as to which story they might be in. The figure walking in the distance, carrying a towel under one arm and a basket in the other, made their current location quite obvious.

"Whoa..."

At first Thresha's brain fought the conflicting information: the bikini-clad equine was easily half a mile down the beach, maybe more, but seemed so much closer because shi was taller than a five storey apartment building. The macro's proportions were incredible, once the shark had a better sense of scale, but were they the same height then Shelly would probably have been more well-endowed.

At the moment, Thresha didn't really care who was bigger. She was just trying to resist the urge to leap back into the water and swim for safety.

Shelly's ears twitched, but shi didn't even bother looking. "It's Penny, isn't it?"

"Yuh-huh."

"I could hear hir footsteps."

"Ahh."

"What color is hir bikini?"

"Blue."

"Mmmm, and dark golden fur. Nice."

"Is shi..."

"I think somewhere between fifty and sixty feet tall? It's hard to say, Dissident Love sucks with numbers."

"Wow."

They didn't have macros in their world, or at least not nearly so many that they required their own cities. Neither girl had ever seen one in person, but Shelly had thought this might be the story they had landed in. Hir hands wandered lazily over hir body, and Thresha was not surprised to see the bunnygrrl's nethers twitching and stirring once more. "You are insatiable," she chuckled, stroking Shelly's chin. "I'm going to have to get you back down to normal size."

"Don't you threaten me," Shelly giggled, rolling awkwardly onto hir side with a thump of dense purple flesh. "Ooooooo, the sand is hot. Here, move your big butt, let me see them."

"My butt is WAY smaller than yours, don't even go there."

"Less yapping, more scooching."

They shifted around so they could both watch Penny approach the water's edge, stretch out hir towel and settle hir bulk down. Shi was a slender equine, long coltish legs stretching out and around a exceptionally well-filled bikini bottom, hir golden mane falling in loose curls around hir chestnut shoulders. "Shi's pretty," Thresha whispered. "I can't believe shi hasn't seen us, though."

"Shi probably thinks we're, like, a flip-flop that got left in the sand. Or maybe a rock."

"What sort of story is this? Romantic?"

"Mmmm hmmm. I wonder where James is, though..."

"Huh? Which James? Not your dragon buddy?"

Shelly laughed. "He wishes! No, another James. It's a common name, you know."

"I guess."

Penny leaned back on hir elbows, hir bikini straining around a very healthy bust that Thresha had a hard time believing wasn't surgically augmented, and said something to the empty air. "Huh? What did shi say, bunny ears?"

"Shi asked James if he was comfortable."

The shark's brows drew together. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Look at hir bikini."

"Trust me, I am..."

Shelly grinned and snapped hir fingers in front of the shark's face. "Not like that, you doofus."

Thresha squinted, wondering what she was looking for, when a strange motion caught her eye. Her jaw dropped and her tail stiffened behind them when she saw the tiny figure nestled between the macro's breasts, little white feet sticking out below them and little white arms protruding from above. "Whoa..."

"He's a mink," Shelly explained, as though recapping hir favorite television show. "A white mink, and apparently pretty short for a normal. He had this crazy crush on Penny from afar. There's a macro town on this side of that big rocky ridge, and there's a normal town on the other side, and they normally keep to themselves."

"Knowing the sorts of stories you like, is it a forbidden love?"

"Oh, totally forbidden."

Thresha's tail shuddered. "And does he... I mean, does shi... how do they..."

"They don't do THAT... at least not yet," Shelly murred. "We're all hoping."

"And I thought physics went out the window in Amber's world," Thresha grinned. "Poor little minkie. So, when do you wanna head over?"

---

James breathed deep, pleased and yet slightly sad that he was no longer being smothered by Penny's breasts. He had been snuggled up in a cozy little ball since hir house, after helping hir pick out bikinis for several long, heady hours. With sufficient lift and support, he found he was able to conceal himself without passing out from oxygen deprivation, which would seriously improve their ability to go on dates together.

"Of course," he continued, "I'll have to live off of whatever crumbs you drop down the front of your shirt."

"That's not so bad. My crumbs are like snack-sized for you," Penny said softly, now well used to addressing hir own boobs. "You could probably live pretty well like that."

"If you get some different bras, I could probably fit a mini-fridge in here..."

"HEY! My tits are NOT going to be turned into condos!"

"Not with THAT attitude..." James stretched out again, wriggling his toes. "Mmmmmm, your beaches are nice. So quiet. The beaches on MY side are crowded from spring to Hallowe'en."

"There's only a hundred and eighty-eight people in my town," Penny explained. "And that's with the tourists. There'll probably be a bunch out here later, doing bonfires and beach barbecues and stuff."

"We can see your bonfires from our town. It makes our firefighters very nervous."

Penny sighed, lifting James several feet into the air. "I wish our people got along better. Socialized more. I mean, we're AWARE of eachother, obviously, but who decided it was the best idea for us to keep our distance?"

"Sir Roger Dean Daltrey, the first man to die from hugging," James said with a straight face.

Penny, as expected, was shocked. "Really?"

"No."

The macro-horse chuffed. "I could squish you, you know," shi muttered.

"It's not my fault you're gullible."

"It's not my fault you got buried in the sand."

"What do you mean?"

Before James could react or leap for safety, Penny rolled off of the towel and onto the blazing golden beach, body nearly fully supported by hir breasts and hermness. There was a muffled squeak from somewhere in hir cleavage, and a frantic wriggling, but shi spent several moments examining hir nails before shi shifted hir weight and glanced down. "Going to make fun of me again?"

"NO!"

"Super," Penny giggled, flopping back onto the towel and listening to James gasp and splutter. "Who wants some nachos?"

Shi was sitting up, letting James dangle from hir bikini top, and rifling through the picnic basket when shi heard a faint rustling. Shi glanced back over hir shoulder, but the beach seemed deserted.

"Hello!"

Until shi looked down.

"Oh," shi said carefully. "Hello." Feeling that something else was needed, shi added, "You're naked."

Thresha and Shelly were overawed by the towering horsegrrl; even seated shi was quite literally as big as a house, and James' toes still hovered high above them. Thresha waved up at the mink, and the mink waved back. "Yeah, it's... kind of a long story," the bunny called up. "I hope you don't mind us interrupting."

"Not at all," Penny said nervously, glancing to either side. "Are there a lot of you over here? Shouldn't you be staying on your side of the ridge? You know minis aren't supposed to be over here."

"What about James?"

"Uh..."

James was a little bit swifter when it came to doubletalk, and immediately raised his hand. "Excuse me! Question! Yes, thank you. How do you know my name? I'm almost positive there's no purple bunnies at my school, or probably anyone as... ah, big as you."

"Have you ever heard of someone named Dissident Love?" Shelly tried.

"That's a stupid name."

"I'll take that as a 'no'," the bunny chuckled. "By the way, you can blink when you've seen enough."

"Hey!" Penny gasped, holding hir hand in front of hir breasts and shielding the little mink. "No looking at other girls!"

"OK, this is getting us nowhere," Thresha said loudly, snickering at the exchange. "Look, this is probably going to sound a little bit crazy, but... let me start from the beginning. My name is Thresha, and this is my girlfriend Shelly. We were shopping in a bookstore..."

Half an hour later, the three 'normal' sized anthros were leaning against the picnic basket for shade, with Penny laying on hir side and curved around them in case any other macros showed up. Thresha and Shelly had borrowed some oversized napkins to use as makeshift sheath dresses, somewhat to James' dismay.

Penny initially had been very dubious of the transdimensional story, but when Shelly provided some incredibly specific and intimate details of the horse's first few dates with James, both had been forced to admit that, just perhaps, the tale was true. Thresha hadn't read those stories yet, and her eyes had widened as much as Penny's at some of the revelations.

"So, we're fictitious?" James asked, ripping a piece off of a forty pound chocolate eclair and popping it in his mouth.

"I don't wanna be imaginary!" Penny said, eyes wide with wonder. "It's kinda freaky to think that we're just... stories for other people. Especially when apparently most of the story is about what I do in my bedroom!"

"Technically, MOST of your stories focus on James, his thoughts and dreams and, well, his love for you," Shelly said reassuringly, reaching out to pat the equine's enormous knee. "And exceedingly long, detailed descriptions of you, my darling."

Penny shook hir mane. "You minis and your obsessions," shi snickered, adjusting hir bikini strap with a sound like a steel cable twanging. "I don't see what the big deal is."

The huge equine was met with a very pointed silence, three small pairs of eyes aimed at hir in disbelief. "Ok, maybe that was a poor choice of words," shi blushed, smoothing hir hip. "You can all stop staring at me anytime..."

"THEY can stop staring at you," James said loudly. "I'm allowed to."

Shelly adjusted hir napkin, which was not doing a very good job of hiding just how much extra weight shi was burdened with. "I'm only staring because shi's the entire landscape. It's a little bit of towel, PENNY, and then a little bit of sky."

"I could move farther back..." the macro-teen said, glancing behind hirself.

"NO!" chorused three tiny throats.

Penny snorted, but hir long muzzle was pulled back in a grin. "You know, I'm going to start getting a big head if I keep getting more members in my fan club. I hardly even get a second glance, around my own people."

Thresha's eyes slid down the giant's minivan-sized breasts, across hir trim tummy rising and falling with hir breath, and down to an exciting expanse of blue fabric what would have had a hard time fitting into Amber's bedroom. "For a... certain type of 'mini', you're all kinds of amazing," she said.

"MINE!" James said, darting to his feet and leaping bodily onto Penny's bikini bottoms, clinging to one immense mound. "All mine!"

Shark and bunny laughed, and continued laughing as Penny reached down to pat at hir overprotective boyfriend. "Relax, James," shi chided. "You're safe, you're safe. ACK, careful where you're hugging!"

Perhaps to the other macros Penny would have been normally and modestly dressed, but from their point of view and the remarkably close perspective both Shelly and Thresha could easily discern the outline of hir equine sheath stuffed into those bikini bottoms, crammed in above heavy balls that would have been unusually large on any horse back home, male or herm. Veins rose and fell with every move shi made, and James's persistent rubbing and squeezing was causing Penny's sheath to expand, swelling outwards in all directions even as it forced itself further down towards hir thighs.

"Why?" he asked innocently, rubbing his cheek against one particularly healthy vein.

"Because these aren't my stretchy bikinis!" shi pointed out. "And I would like to not kill our new friends before I've had a chance to show them around!"

"I'm sure I'd survive," Shelly said softly, glancing down at hir napkin and the proportionally far larger outline of hir own hermness.

Eventually the svelte mink released his possessive hold on Penny's nethers and contented himself with snuggling up to them, a slightly smug smirk on his face. "Sorry about that," he said airily. "Not sure what came over me. Sugar rush, perhaps."

Shelly nudged Thresha and stage-whispered, "He's a little obsessive."

"I noticed..." Thresha deadpanned.

"I heard that!" James said hotly.

"I noticed..." Thresha deadpanned.

"HEY!"

Penny was giggling, a thunderous background noise to their good-natured bickering. "You know, a couple weeks ago and this would have been seriously freaky," shi murmured. "I'd never talked with a mini in person before James, and now I'm having a picnic with a bunch of you! And a shark, no less! That's so cool!"

Thresha looked at James. "Does shi have, like, any idea how hot shi is?"

"No," James said sadly, shaking his head. "I have to keep telling hir constantly."

The sharkgirl reached over and pulled Shelly into a side-hug, her other hand movng to pat at the bunny's napkin dress. "Yeah, same with Bun-Bun here," she grinned.

"Oh, that's not true at all," Shelly huffed. "I KNOW how hot I am!"

"Hmmmm, that's no good," Thresha said. "If you know how hot you are, how much longer will you stick it out with boring old me?"

"Boring...!" Shelly repeated, aghast. "Why, you... you..." Unable to come up with an appropriately scathing response, the phukbunny used hir genetically-enhanced musculature to spin and pounce, tackling Thresha against the couch-sized baguette and trying to smother her with kisses. "You... are not... BORING!"

"As... you... wish..." Thresha gasped, enjoying the easily-excited bunny's overreaction. Shi was a good deal larger than normal, far more buxom and far more hung than usual, and a few gropes with her hands seemed to indicate that hir fluffy tush was fuller, as well. "You... can... keep me..."

Shelly squeaked and stiffened, and Thresha thought shi would have to talk her grrlfriend down again, but then hir weight suddenly vanished and she realized this was something new. She opened her eyes to see the purple bunny soaring away, and a moment later two enormous chestnut fingers carefully gripped her around the waist and lifted her into the air as well.

"You two," Penny said conspiratorially, holding them up to hir muzzle and giving them both a breathtaking view of hir bosom, "are just adorable, but this probably isn't the right time for that sort of public display of affection."

"Why not?" Thresha pouted, reaching out to Shelly but falling several feet short. The bunny was held daintily between two fingers as well, but hir napkin dress continued to shift and rustle in the nonexistent breeze as shi fought hir body's natural imperative to swell. "It was just starting to get good!"

Both tiny girls rotated slightly in Penny's hands, and sure enough there were two other figures walking onto the beach near the great rocky ridge. A huge, silvery-brown wolf walked arm-in-arm with a sleek, slinky cheetahgirl, carrying towels and a cabin-sized beachball. The wolf waved at Penny, and Penny waved carefully back, giving Thresha the roller-coaster ride of her life.

"I guess fun's over, eh?" James said, climbing up hir body and settling comfortably into hir cleavage once more.

"Oooo, do we get to ride there, too?" Shelly asked happily.

"I need... a paper bag..." Thresha said weakly when she stopped waving, looking a little green around the gills. "Urk..."

"I'm just gonna put you two in the basket for now, ok?" Penny whispered. "With the food, so don't worry. Help yourself. Awwww, nuts, they're coming over! James, stay down!"

Another brief acceleration and then Shelly and Thresha were carefully deposited on a pile of napkins, inside a wicker rectangle the size of their living room. "You know," Thresha said weakly, "if I could get over the motion sickness this would be REALLY cool..."

"Shhh," Shelly whispered softly into her ear, drawing her close and stroking her dorsal fin. "I got you. Feel better?"

Thresha nodded, her muzzle all but wedged between Shelly's breasts. "Mmmmfff... yeff..."

"Good."

The napkins rustled, and James' nearby voice said forlornly, "Shi said I was wiggling too much. Er... you two look busy. I'll just... hang out behind the orange juice..."

Shelly laughed, forcibly extracting Thresha from hir cleavage. "No, no, no, we were just... talking," shi said, batting hir eyelashes. "Weren't we, Thresh?"

"Talking," she mumbled numbly, watching the phukbunny adjust hir napkin upwards to cover up hir wonderful chest. "That's all we were doing. Yup. Just talking."

"Right," James drawled. "And I just like Penny for the decreased transportation costs."

"Hey, Shawn," came Penny's voice from beyond the basket, the lid dropping down with a crunch. "What's up? Beaching? Hey, Suni."

"Yarg, shi's about as sneaky as a sixty-foot horse," James chuckled, moving over to sit next to Thresha, deciding it was probably safer than sitting next to the purple hyper-bunny. Something in hir eyes made him... nervous. "We'll be lucky if shi doesn't say shi's got tiny people in hir basket, or something."

"That's not a very nice thing to say," Shelly said reproachfully. "In the stories, you WORSHIP hir!"

"Me? Oh, just needed a break from home. I brought a lot of snacks. Uhm... I was just nibbling the donut..."

"I do worship hir!" he said earnestly, his slender muzzle wrinkling. "Shi's everything I've ever wanted, and shi's sweet and pure and shi writes poetry, and shi talks to me about sunsets... NO GIRLS on my side of the mountain talk about sunsets unless it's to talk about the best booze to pound while watching it. Penny is _amazing..._and, along that same vein, shi doesn't have a dishonest or even slightly irresponsible bone in hir body."

Thresha murred in sympathy. "And shi's carrying on an illicit romance with a forbidden mini-mink..."

"Exactly. I keep waiting for the day shi just blurts it out to hir parents and I find myself Skyping in to court, or something."

"I think I have some orange juice, but... er, wait! No! I drank it all! I was thirsty! Sorry."

"But it's not illegal, is it?" Shelly asked. "In the stories, your mom said it wasn't illegal, it was just... not done."

"I'm never going to get used to being in a story, but, yeah, that's right. It's not illegal. Making it illegal would be sizeist and prejudiced and closed-minded... so rather than make it a law, we just tell everyone it's sick and wrong and promise to ostracize you if you dare try it." His eyes were hard by the end.

Shelly reached across Thresha's body and ruffled his chest. "You two will be fine," shi promised. "His stories always have happy endings, and he seems really fond of you."

James slumped, his alabaster shoulders drooping. "It's kind of a philosophical neutron bomb to find out you're make-believe," he said morosely. "Are you sure it's not just, like, this Dissident Lust guy picking up cosmic vibes? Writing what we're doing because we're doing it, and not the other way around?"

"Honey," Thresha said, "we're not sure of anything. I don't even know where my panties are. We arrived in your world half a mile out to sea, and naked. He may be good to his characters, but he's not exactly being magnanimous with us."

"Oh, no, I'm just about done. Catching a few rays , you know. I should probably head back home in a few minutes, help out with dinner and stuff. You know, my mom gets annoyed that I don't help out as much when it's summertime, so I should, uhm... head back home in a few minutes... help out with diner..."

"Oh, just stop talking, sweetie," James laughed, head resting in his hands. "You were not meant to be sneaky."

"I think it's adorable," Shelly said. "I remember when I used to be pure and innocent, spent my nights studying and watching The Voice. Then I met a certain little sharkie, and eeeeeverything goes downhill."

"Oh right, blame me," Thresha rolled her eyes. "We kiss, you run away. You tell me you're going off to University, and you come back nine months later with an advanced degree in Improbable Biology tucked into your pants..."

"That was totally your fault, for... reasons I have not yet entirely determined..."

"That a real degree?" James snickered.

"It's more... metaphorical," Shelly preened, smoothing down hir napkin and highlighting the exaggerated hourglas beneath.

"OK, sounds good. See you at church on Sunday, ok? Awesome. Ooops, stupid me, I'd forget my own head if it wasn't duct taped on. Just let me toss this in here..."

James, who had been on several brief and surreptitious dates already, was well warned. "Uhm... duck," he said, leaping for safety underneath a dinner roll.

The basket lid lifted, and in poured brilliant sunlight and the remainders of the picnic lunch, food and napkins and cutlery that could be used to cut down trees. Penny's fingers moved nimbly to toss anything sharp and dangerous to one side, and Thresha rolled with Shelly towards the other end of the wicker chamber, laughing at the ludicrous situation. "Shh! Shh!" she hissed, trying to silence the loud, boisterous bunny.

The basket lurched into the air and the shark once again had to force herself not to either black out or lose her lunch, , but soon they settled into an easy rocking motion and she felt at home once more. James crawled out from underneath the mound of baked goods, skittering easily towards them on all fours. "You get used to that," he said, helping to pull the visitors upright. "Thank you for flying Air Penny. We will be in flight for approximately six minutes before landing on hir bed. I've, uh, done this before."

"Bye, guys! See you! I'm going back to my place now!"

"You're dating the exposition fairy," Thresha snorted.

"I told you, shi's the most... painfully honest person ever. Not a single thought crosses hir mind without hir double-checking to make sure it makes someone else's life better, or happier, or... something." He waved his hands vaguely, a look of consternation, and possibly shame, on his face. "Shi's a much, much better person than I..."

Shelly leaned over, giving him a bountiful eyeful of lavender cleavage, and squeezed his foot. "Shi's perfect for you. I've read your stories, and you're a pure heart, too. You appreciate hir a hell of a lot more than anyone on hir side seems to!"

"Appreciate, maybe," he sighed. "Not much else I can do when I'm not actually as big as hir vibrator."

Thresha opened her mouth to comment, but Shelly clamped two fingers on it to silence her. "What do you mean? You've given hir plenty of pleasure! I read how your first makeout session ended..." shi leered, miming a balloon inflating in hir lap.

"Ye-e-eah," he said, nodding reluctantly. "That's true, in a way, but... I mean... there's not a lot I CAN do. For hir. TO hir. I'm like a spaghetti noodle to hir."

The basket canted crazily to one side, and the sound of Penny's hooves changed from soughing sand to crunching gravel. Thresha gripped the wrist-thick wicker with one hand and snuggled up to Shelly with the other. "I have always sort of wondered how that works," she said. "Do you just rub up against hir, or what?"

"Thresha!" Shelly said, aghast. "Not cool!"

"What? He said it first! Sort of!"

"They've got a_romantic_ love! The physical stuff works because of the _mental_connection they've got! Right?"

"Right!" James nodded half-heartedly. "What you said."

Thresha cocked her head. "And you said Penny was a bad liar..."

"I just wish I could make hir feel... I dunno... satisfied," he said quietly, glancing up as though fearing Penny's eavesdropping. "Pretty much everything we do together, it's hir doing it to hirself, and I'm hardly more than a spectator. Imagine if you two dated, but you could only touch Shelly with one finger.

"I can do a lot with one finger," Thresha grinned lasciviously.

"Oooo, I just got shivers," Shelly giggled.

"Well, aren't you lucky." In the space of a minute, the happy-go-lucky mink had visibly shrunk into himself, leaning against a baguette and hugging his knees.

Thresha and Shelly locked eyes, and the sharkgirl slid her hand across the bunny's lap, waggling her eyebrows meaningfully. "Maybe that's why we're here," she breathed into her lover's ear. "Sort of like a Quantum Leap thing."

"We have to help!" Shelly whispered, nodding rapidly. "Any ideas?"

Thresha stared in mild disbelief, and squeezed Shelly's lap again meaningfully. "I can think of a couple things you could do to help..."

"Oh," the bunny puffed. "Oh! Oh. Oooohhhhh..."

"What are you two whispering about?" James's stomach lurched when both girls turned to look at him, smiling with decidedly wicked intent. The shark beckoned him closer, and millions of years of evolution tried to get him to disobey. "Uhm..."

Penny hummed and skipped, careful to keep the basket and its precious cargo steady, back into the small town of Ellisfam. Small was a relative term, of course; like most macro villages, the population was quite small, less than sixty, but it covered an area even larger than James' hometown of Flauerton, which boasted more than twenty thousand in the middle of summer. A dozen square blocks set back a mile or so from the beach, which wasn't far at all to someone of hir stature, separated into a cluster of residential homes and a smaller cluster of businesses, with motels forming the town's southern boundary.

"Be it ever so humble," shi sang, hopelessly off-key. "There's no place like home!"

Shi waved to hir friends, blushed prettily at a smattering of appreciative whistles from the summer's tourists, and trotted briskly to hir little cul-de-sac. Hir parents were out for the day, at least until suppertime, and shi was planning to meet them at the drive-in theatre at sundown with a certain mink tucked into hir blouse. As soon as shi was positive that no-one could possibly hear, shi stage-whispered down to the basket, "You all ok?"

There was a rustling, and a tiny white arm stuck out of the basket lid and waved.

"Good," shi hissed. "The coast is clear!" A silvery arm protruded from a gap in the side of the basket and poked Penny's thigh, and the macro-herm whinnied in surprise. "Hey, watch it!"

When they were safely inside Penny's house, the door shutting thunderously behind them, James threw back the lid of the basket and stared up at his grrlfriend in consternation. "We're not in a spy movie," he yelled, in order to be heard. "You don't need to tell me it's all clear unless I'm cracking a bank vault, or something! Just... wait until we get home!"

"Sorry!" Penny whispered, eyes wide. "I just wanted to make sure you were fine! Why did you poke me?"

"That was me!" Thresha called. "Sorry! I couldn't resist! Do we have to yell so much?"

"Yes!" James howled with a grin.

"I should squoosh you!" Penny grumbled, folding hir arms under hir breasts, a sight that caused all three miniature tails to wag with approval. "James is bad enough, but now you're ganging up on me!"

"Gang up on hir!" Shelly shouted. "Everyone grab a hoof, we can totally take hir down!"

"I'll get the string! Tie hir up!"

Penny raised a hoof threateningly, but shi was giggling in spite of hirself. "I swear, you guys rip on me seven or eight more times, and I'm out of here."

The three doll-sized anthros clambered out of the basket, taking in their vast surroundings. "This is a little... odd," Shelly mumbled, almost huddling against Thresha's side. Seeing Penny standing so close for the first time really drove home the impossible scale. "I feel like I'm a fantasy movie!"

"Or a horror movie," Thresha said with a smirk. "Remember that one about the killer gingerbread cookie?"

"UGH, don't remind me."

"Didn't he die in a glass of milk at the end?" James asked, not taking his eyes off of Penny's scantily-clad body.

"You saw it?" Thresha gasped. "They have that movie here?"

"Yeah, totally! I have a collection of terrible, terrible horror movies at home!" The mink looked pensive. "Maybe our worlds have more in common than we thought?"

"Hmmm, that might be true. Have you ever heard of a band called Lacuna Coyle?"

Penny was halfway down the hall, which reminded Shelly of a stadium, when hir ears twitched. "What?"

"Lacuna Coyle!" Shelly yelled, suddenly excited. "The band!"

"Lead singer's a fox? Makes me look like a girl?" Penny queried, patting hir bikini bottoms meaningfully.

"YEAH!" the bunny almost shrieked. "That means this is the same world as Amber and Cindy! Man, now I really want to see if they're on Tweeter or Facespace when we get home!!"

"Makes hir look like a girl?" James asked, eyes drawn nervously.

Thresha patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, you're safe," she snickered. "He's gay."

"He'd better be..."

"Dude, you get jealous way too easy."

"Look at me!" the mink grumped, all three minis heading off down the hallway. "I'm nothing special. I'm short, I'm skinny, I'm not any awesome colors like you or Shelly, and I'm not... you know... big..."

Thresha's smile never budged, but she balled up her fist and shook it meaningfully. "We talked about this in the basket," she whispered. "You need to work on your confidence. Look at the guys in Penny's town, then look at you. I don't think shi's necessarily concerned about 'big'."

"Do you always tell people to be more confident while threatening to punch them?"

"Yes."

Walking briskly through the foot-thick carpeting, they eventually rounded the corner into Penny's room to find the equine beauty perched on hir bed, occupied with several small objects on hir nightstand. "Hey, there you are," shi said brightly. "Sorry, I should have asked if you wanted me to carry you. James doesn't like me doing that for him unless it's absolutely necessary. Or unless it's boob rides," shi added with a naughty wink.

"Boob rides!" James hooted, pumping his arms in the air.

"I'm jealous," Thresha pouted. "Shelly never gives ME boob rides..."

"These are heavy!" Shelly retorted, cupping hir amply-filled napkin dress and hoisting hir swollen breasts. "If you want me big enough for rides, I'm gonna need, like, a robot suit to walk around!"

"What makes you think I'm going to let you get out of bed?"

"I... you... they... mmmm," the purple bunny purred, slowly understanding. "I think we're definitely going to have to try that now."

"And no holding back this time! Right?"

"Right! But first thing's first."

"What are you two whispering about?" Penny asked, leaning forwards in an effort to hear, hir overflowing bikini nearly giving James a stroke. "You minis are always being so sneaky. No wonder we used to think you were elves and pixies..."

"Don't leave me down here with them! They're scary!" James yelled, bouncing up and down and holding his arms overhead like a toddler demanding a piggy back ride. "Save me!"

One by one they were lifted into the air and deposited onto Penny's nightstand, which held several pieces of firm but flexible foam in various shapes. With some generous stretching of proportions, Thresha and Shelly realized they were meant to be couches, and even a bed. By the time the visiting girls were brought up, James was already sprawled out on one of them, hands laced comfortably behind his head. "Pull up a whatever," he said, "sit yourself down!"

Penny stretched out on hir own bed, resting hir head on a mountainous range of pillows near the table which allowed hir to easily hear and converse with the minis. The bed creaked with tectonic weight, and both Thresha and Shelly had to pause to admire the top-down view of the oversized herm.

"Blink when you've had enough," Penny whickered, tugging at one bikini strap to expose a little bit more reddish-golden fur.

"Can we, like, launch a satellite around you, to get this sort of view forever?" Shelly asked, not daring to blink.

Thresha pulled her fluffy lover back and down onto one of the foamy couches, trying to cover hir mouth with a silvery hand. "Don't mind hir!" she yelled over Shelly's muffled meeps and cries. "Shi gets a little stupid around sexy people!"

"Shi must be dumb as a post around you, then," James winked. "Or mirrors..."

Penny snorted, inching closer, or perhaps yarding closer was more apt. "You don't need to yell," shi murmured when everything stopped jiggling. "I can actually hear you if I'm this close."

"It just doesn't seem right!" Thresha called, managing to wrestle her love onto the couch, dislodging quite a bit of napkin in the process. "If I'm talking to a giant, I have to yell! I learned that from the movies!"

"Did the giants in the movies ever invite the tiny people into their bedroom?"

The shark mulled it over. "Good point," she said, slightly more softly. "Are you going to behave now, hun?"

"Never!" Shelly managed, pawing futilely at the air. Despite the fact that hir body was enormously strengthened by the process that gave hir such incredible endowments, shi was never a match for Thresha in that department, simply due to hir nature. Shi was a lover, not a fighter. "But I'll probably stop yelling now, if it will make you let go of my head?"

"I will consider your request."

"HEY!"

James was snickering in his seat. "See, Pen? This is one of the things I regret. We can't tousle like that. Well, we probably can, but there's a good chance it would be a little one-sided."

"I'll close my eyes. Heck, I'd only use one hand, if it helps," Penny said graciously. "Or maybe you could tie me up first? Would that make it more fair?"

"I'm going to need more rope..." the mink lamented.

"And some help..."

"For the last time, we're not bringing my friends into this!"

"How about us? We're not friends," Thresha said helpfully. "I don't even like you that much."

"Awww..."

Shelly had given up, crossing hir arms underneath hir immense boson and pouting, Thresha's arms still restraining the lavender lapine. "Mmmrrff," shi grumped around the shark's hands..

"What was that, honey?"

"Mmmrrff!"

"Oh, sorry."

"That's better!"

Penny poked at the extradimensional girls with a finger the size of Thresha's leg. "Do I need to intervene here?"

Thresha moved her arms down slightly, unabashedly cupping the bunny's napkin- covered breasts, and privately she was thrilled by how swollen shi had become. Peering over Shelly's shoulder, she took in the vast expanse of violet cleavage and licked her lips. "No, we're good," she purred into Shelly's ear.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Shelly sighed. "I'm sitting here, suffering from a case of blue-balls that extends to my ENTIRE BODY, and all you can think about is feeling me up."

"Trust me, that's not all I'm thinking about," Thresha snickered, slipping a hand down to the much larger bulges in the rabbit's lap. "Knowing that you stay like this when you get pent up? It's going to make things more interesting, back home."

"Well, you never LET me get pent up back home! You were always horny as... as..."

"As a rabbit?"

"They're going to have to change that metaphor."

"I think it's a simile," James added helpfully.

All three pairs of feminine eyes swiveled to focus on the little mink, who almost preened under the attention. "Just saying, is all," he said sulkily. "Yeesh."

"Boys," Penny said dramatically, tilting hir enormous head towards hir boyfriend. "What are you gonna do, eh?"

"Go gay?" Thresha and Shelly said innocently.

"HEY!"James said, leaping to his paws, seemingly not noticing Penny's stifled laughter blowing his fur back. "Don't give hir ideas!"

"But we have such WONDERFUL ideas!" Thresha winked. "I thought you liked one or two of them, back in the basket..."

"Ideas?" Penny asked, when shi could catch hir breath. "I like ideas! For... obvious reasons, me and James can't... 'do' a lot, together."

"Wow, I could actually hear the air-quotes," Thresha smirked.

"Yeah," the macro equine actually blushed. "So we... talk. About... stuff. A lot."

James squirmed in his seat, adjusting his shorts in subtle but important ways. "There's still a lot we CAN do, you know, but... there's not a lot of variety, when she's a thousand times my mass. More cushion for the pushin' is one thing, but-"

"HEY!"

"It was a compliment! Let me finish! I was saying, it's one thing, _but..._we make do with our minds more than anything."

The mink stood, bounced once on his haunches, and in a blistering burst of speed covered the distance to the edge of the night stand, leapt, and landed with practiced ease on Penny's pillow, rolling to a stop against the nape of hir neck. Penny squeaked with a sound like a semi truck's brakes but immediately settled down again, shifting one arm beneath hir breasts and plumping them up towards hir tiny boyfriend. "Comfy?"

"Mmmm hmmm," he said, snuggling up to hir neck and resting his cheek against hirs. "And we'll just hang out. Talk. Dream."

"He has the best imagination," Penny said throatily, winking lewdly at the other minis. "He finds stories online of minis having... _relations_with people my size, and he prints them out and reads them to me, and-"

"Hey! You're sharing!" James said quickly, blushing crimson.

"-and he tells me where to put my hands on my body, and I tell him where to put his paws on his body, and-"

"Shh! Shh!" The mink's eyes were bugging out now as he uselessly tried to force the curvy equine's lips together.

Shelly was quaking from hir muffled laughter, to the point that Thresha felt as though she were trying to restrain an enormous Jell-O mannequin. "That sounds pretty sweet," the shark grinned, thoroughly enjoying the mink's panic. "And romantic! And something I'm probably going to try with Shelly, when we get home..."

"Why wait?" Shelly tittered. "You're already controlling my limbs..."

"Mostly to keep you from third-basing yourself."

"Killjoy. Move my left hand back and forth."

"That's not how this works..."

"Not with THAT attitude..."

Penny giggled, bosom rippling like the ocean. "If I ever had found someone I liked who was my size, I'd have hoped they were like you two," shi murmured, patting James reassuringly with one finger. "I was worried, when my little pixie started leaving me notes, that it was just a size fetish thing, but he's been more loving and more...honest, I guess, than anyone I've met of my own kind."

"Thanks?"

"Oh, you hush. It's a compliment."

"You give a lot of macro / mini couples hope, in our world," Shelly explained. "There's not, like, a LOT of them, but your stories are very popular reading. Kind of popular. Among certain groups. Sort of."

"Definitely big in the size fetish crowd," Thresha added. "No pun intended."

"Yay?" Penny said wryly. "I guess it's nice we're helping people. Right, James?"

James, either through some sort of glacial motion or gravitational attraction, had once again slipped down hir neck and was curled up quite intimately with the upper swells of hir breasts, nuzzling the broad velvety surface with his eyes closed. "Hmmm?" he asked sleepily.

"We're _helping_people!"

"Oh. Right. Go us." A tiny white paw stretched out and slipped beneath the small patch of fabric that comprised the enormous equine's bikini top. "Maybe we can be in a sensual massage how-to guide next."

"Or pole-dancing," Penny said evenly.

James froze. "What sort of pole-dancing do you mean?"

"Oh, I think you know."

The little mink craned his neck in order to examine all that lay below the horizon of hir breasts, particularly the shifting, swelling and faintly creaking masses snuggled up to hir thighs. His ears straightened, and he looked over to Shelly and Thresha. "I think you two should leave now."

"Awww!" Shelly cried out.

"James, I thought... you know... in the basket...?" Thresha added meaningfully.

His eyes glazed over, his immediate desire to pleasure his lovely grrlfriend warring with his short-term memory. "I... shi... uhm..."

Penny tilted hir long muzzle, trying to see the tiny mink tucked into hir own cleavage and failing. "What is she talking about? James? What happened in the basket?"

"Nothing salacious, don't worry," the shark said reassuringly, slipping out from underneath the violet bunny and approaching the edge of the night stand, trying to ignore the thirty-foot drop to the pink carpet below. "At least, not the kind you need to be worried about."

"Well, thank goodness for that," Penny huffed. "But... is anyone going to fill me in on this, or is this some micro-only business?"

With a sigh of ultimate sadness and resignation, James extricated himself from betwixt Penny's breasts and crawled up hir neck, giving hir a kiss on the ear and whispering into that shell-pink canopy.

Thresha beckoned for Shelly to join her, gauging the distance to the bed. Napkins crinkling and rustling and threatening to tear down the sides, the bunny managed to stand, driving home once again just how much larger than normal shi had become. "Damn," Thresha breathed, eyeing her lover hungrily.

"Did you say something?"

"No," Thresha said, shaking her head. "You must be hearing things. Come on, I think he's giving the pitch."

"So, what should we do?" Shelly asked, careful to keep hir voice down for once. As the distant James whispered, Penny's breathing grew more forceful, hir eyes widening. "Like, is he going to give us a cue? Or will shi do it?"

"First things first, I think we have to get you in the mood."

"Psssh, like I'm not in the mood right nowmmmppphhh!" Hir words were cut off by the shark's wild affections, silvery arms and legs wrapping tightly around the bunny's body. Back home, Thresha often struck like her evolutionary predecessors, without warning and without mercy, and it was one of the things Shelly liked most about her. Hir fur fluffed up all over, heat and electric tingles spreading throughout. "Mmmm...."

The napkins were as thick as leather, but they were still only paper, and tiny rips formed almost immediately as the phukbunny's enhanced endowments reacted to the sudden attention. Thresha had to tighten her grip around Shelly's shoulders as hir lavender breasts plumped up, trying to pry the amorous shark free. "I meant this kind of mood," she said in between kisses, grinding her hips against Shelly's lap. "Get your motor running."

"Vroom vroom," Shelly moaned, feeling the space within hir napkin wrap rapidly disappearing. The unaccustomed weight of hir assets soared, hir hefty rump now more than counterbalanced by the swelling up front. Shi gasped as the makeshift dress constricted, but hir predatory smirk belied hir blushing cheeks. "Here goes nothing... unf!"

As though carefully constructed by special effects wizards, the paper outfit ripped, parted and floated off the edge of the nightstand, disappearing into the shadowy depths. Thresha glanced down, saw only a double-armful of violet cleavage, and purred with delight. "Mmmm... that's more like it!"

"Oh, gods, I think I've created a monster," Shelly giggled, shifting hir legs in order to give hirself more room to grow. Thresha could feel the bunny's soft but extremely dense shaft resting against hir legs, noticeably flexing in time with hir heartbeat. "And I'm not talking about me."

"No idea what you're talking about," Thresha murmured, kissing down Shelly's neck and across the tops of hir breasts, one slick hand drifting down to gently stroke the base of hir cock. "Just because I found out my grrlfriend is inflatable..."

"You knew I was before!"

"Yeah, but now it's all the time! You are so meeting my parents like this!"

"Eek!"

Penny slouched closer, eyes locked on the two miniature dolls making out on hir nightstand, ears twitching as James continued to whisper. Shi propped hir head up on hir arm, but hir other hand was thoughtfully rubbing hir bikini bottoms, feeling hir nethers twitching in anticipation. "That's... interesting..." shi said softly, taken aback by Shelly's tiny size but shocking proportions, far more endowed than anyone shi had ever seen in real life, hirself included.

Gliding sinuously like a snake, Thresha spun around Shelly and hugged hir from behind, nibbling at her grrlfriend's ears. Her hands roamed freely, showing off the bountiful herm for the macro filly. "I think shi took the bait," she whispered. "Though honestly, who could resist?"

Her arms tightened as Shelly started to overbalance, hir hardening shaft swelling larger than even shi had expected, awkwardly bowing hir legs apart. It bounced and bobbed before them, longer now than the bunny was tall, struggling to rise but encumbered by its own tremendous weight. "I think I'd scare off most people, by this point!"

"Doubt it," Thresha smiled. "Look up."

Above them, Penny's eyes were huge and dark and approving, and peeking out between hir ears was James with a very similar expression. "It's bigger than he is," Shelly scoffed, stroking hirself ever more erect with hir silky paws. "Look at him. People in this world are crazy."

"So crazy, got me lookin, so crazy in love," Thresha sang, badly.

"Never do that again."

"Awwww."

Penny lowered hir hand to the nightstand, forming a bridge. "Are all bunnies like that. where you come from?" shi asked, watching Shelly waddle over hir palm to the mattress, clinging to Thresha's arm for dear life. "Or do you just have more hyper hypers that we do?"

"Elective genetic reprogramming," Shelly said proudly, wobbling from side to side but moving now with more confidence. "What hath science wrought, am I right?"

"Wow," James said, petting the white star-like markings on Penny's forehead but not taking his eyes off of Shelly's nude and shockingly aroused form. "Maybe you should look into that, Pen..."

"What?" the huge equine gasped, nearly toppling the dimensional guests with hir bosom. "Are you on drugs or something? You want me to be bigger?"

"Well... _parts_of you..."

"You are a deranged little man, do you know that?"

"Bah, you love me."

"That's beside the point!" Penny was staring off into space, though, suddenly considering... options. Shi doubted that making hirself bigger was going to solve any problems, but there might be something to that line of reasoning. I wonder if Doctor Schottenheimer's number is still on the fridge...

Shark and bunny paused at Penny's breasts, openly admiring the stunning swells that were considerably larger than the girls were tall. Thresha snickered and nudged Shelly with her elbow. "Think you can get that big, with enough time?"

"I don't think our renter's insurance would cover that kind of damage."

"Outdoors it is."

"That's not_quite_ what I meant..."

Thresha rubbed her palm against the bikini's blue fabric, her fingers sinking several inches into the warm, soft flesh. Penny inhaled slightly, and the monumental mammaries pushed forwards more than a foot. The sharkgirl whimpered, chewing her lip and nearly going crosseyed. "Mmmmmm," she moaned under her breath, moving her hand a little higher towards the head-sized nub of the equine's nipple. "I used to have dreams like this..."

"Was I in them?" Shelly asked, peering into the cavernous space between Penny's breasts.

"Parts of you..."

"I feel so objectified."

"In a good way?"

"Strangely, yes!"

Penny shifted hir weight, rolling more onto hir back as James scampered for the safety of hir chest. "Enjoying the tour?" shi asked softly, trying to see where the miniature girls had gone. A purple paw flashed a thumbs-up over the horizon of hir bikini, and shi giggled. "Oh, good."

Shi squeaked and twitched when those tiny paws slid down hir tummy, drawing dangerously close to hir well-filled bikini bottoms. James's words echoed in hir head, and shi had to struggle to keep hir composure. "You know," shi said, straining to sound casual, "I'm not really this, er, sort of a girl. Not exactly very LIKELY!!!... ah, to pick up GIRLS!!!... I meet on the BEACH!!!... ok, whoever's doing that down there better stop!"

Thresha laughed with delight, flasing her pearly whites to Shelly. "Doing what?" she called up innocently. "No-one's doing anything down here!" In spite of that, she flexed her jaw, unhinging it to a degree that most non-sharks found rather disconcerting but which Shelly had always found oddly charming, and prepared to give the huge equine another nibble in a very sensitive place.

"It feels like someone's hooking electrodes up to my SHEATH!!!" Shi had been speaking softly until the last word, when hir body stiffened and nearly sent James flying. "OK, that last one was on purpose! Are those teeth?"

"Maybe!" Thresha hollered, rubbing her jaw. She hadn't expected that mouthful of tender flesh to swell so much, or at least not so fast. A few delicate ivory fangs had snagged, and she felt as though she were being force-fed a beanbag. "Not gonna do that again anytime soon," she added, under her breath.

"Bit off more than you could chew?" Shelly winked, still rubbing the base of hir twitching purple shaft. "What a pity, I was hoping to put your skills to the test later."

The shark glanced down, considering. "Hold that thought," she smiled. "For when we get back."

James appeared over the nearby hill of Penny's hip. He slowly sat, stroking his grrlfriend's fur tenderly before pushing off and sliding down hir like a ramp, coming to rest against the bulging bikini bottoms. "I know how easy it is to get lost, when you're exploring," he chuckled. "Took me hours to find my way back up to hir muzzle, one time..."

"Yeah," Penny scoffed. "That's what you were. 'Lost'."

"It was a scenic route!"

"Oh, you hush."

The svelte mink reached up and grasped one of the wrist-thick straps that kept hir swimsuit tied. "Feeling a little constricted, my love?"

The equine's waist shifted restlessly, and it was obvious from the minis vantage point that shi was considerably larger now than when they had first met up on the beach. It seemed like ages ago; had it really only been half an hour? "No," shi said, with only a tiny hitch in hir voice. "I'm perfectly fine!"

"You sure you don't need a little help?" he asked, tugging suggestively.

"Tell your little friends to help..."

"You know, they_can_ hear you."

Shelly just rolled hir eyes. "Boys... girls... they just don't understand us, ya know?"

Penny whinnied. "So true, lil' bun-bun, so true."

"Let me help you," the violet herm murred, stepping carefully closer, reaching out and running hir hands across the vast azure surface. Another half-pace closer, and hir shaft pressed intensely, intimately close, hir breasts piling up against the stretching fabric.

There was an immediate reaction. Penny inhaled like the distant sounds of a tornado, and the monumental outline of hir sheath swelled with rather frightening intent. James rose higher, clinging to hir bikini for dear life, even though it was an experience he had enjoyed several times before. The thick bulk pushed outwards and down, overtop of the faintly sloshing spheres of hir sac...

... and the knotted bottoms, cut though they were for a macro, and a herm to boot, untied themselves with such force James nearly lost a finger. He was sent tumbling, taking out Thresha in a tangle of arms and legs and silky bedsheets, but miraculously Shelly stayed upright, shuffling backwards with the practiced ease of a ballroom dancer leading hir partner.

Thresha's eyes were white all the way around now, and from his extreme closeness James was suddenly reminded of those nature documentaries where feral sharks try to eat the titanium cages to get at the soft, chewy diver within. Penny was nude from the waist down now, and it was more than the size-adoring girl could handle; when James tried to stand up, he found himself trapped, gripped by iron-strong fingers.

"Erp," he chirped, struggling to escape but not wanting it to seem like he was struggling. "Here, let me... help you up... er... please?"

Penny curled around slightly, rolling further onto hir back in order to keep hir burgeoning sheath from knocking Shelly off of the bed. Thresha was pretty sure it was bigger than her car now. "Already have eyes for another woman, James?" the equine asked.

"No! She's... ack... strong!"

With a little bit of help from the macro's surprisingly deft hands, the two were eventually separated, Thresha smoothing down James' fur in apology while still not taking her eyes off of Penny's nethers. "Sorry," she said numbly. "I was distracted by something."

"You get used to it," James reassured her, rubbing his sore arms. When Penny reached down to help Shelly with hir massage, huge hands playing lovingly across hir sheath, his ears twitched and folded back. "Mostly."

The velvety mass began to stretch and distort, clearly struggling to contain the developing flesh within. Keeping one hand carefully around the cuff, Penny lifted hir sheath off of the bed, eliciting a sad mewl from Shelly. "Just don't want to hurt anyone," the filly said softly. "It's a long drop..."

"You're telling me," Thresha murmured.

Aiming hirself a little more towards the headboard, and safely away from the minis, Penny gave hirself the merest of tugs, hir overfilled sheath all too eager to breathe free, hir flaccid but still forearm-length shaft thumping against the sheets. Forearm-length for hir, though, meant it was still nearly ten feet long to everyone else.

Shelly was quick to resume hir position at the base of that immense column, nuzzling and rubbing as it swelled and firmed. James walked alongside it slowly, tracing his fingers along the underside, making it twitch and jump and coaxing it closer and closer to Penny's pillows. Thresha, feeling a little bit left out and overwhelmed to boot, snuggled up to her lavender lover's backside, hugging the bunny from behind and nibbling at hir neck.

"Is this how you imagined these stories?" she sang softly into Shelly's ear, letting her hands roam free.

"I... I don't know," Shelly replied, hir head lolling back against Thresha's shoulder. "I had dreams like this, but... it's... shi's... good_gods..._"

"That was sort of my reaction when I met you, you know," the shark grinned. "Even when you were just little old goofy Shelly..."

"Little?" shi scoffed. "Old? Goofy?"

"No matter the situation, you can always find the wrong things to focus on," Thresha giggled, pressing her hips lovingly against Shelly's rump.

"No, I'd say I'm focusing on the right things," shi retorted, lifting hir head once again to press hir lips to the very tenderest skin at the base of Penny's corridor-sized cock. "You can join me, if you want. Shi brought enough for everyone!"

"Yeah, 'goofy' was clearly the wrong word to describe you..."

There was an angry-sounding rumble to one side, and both extra-dimensional girls' eyes instinctively glanced over, and up, at the filly's sac, so large and full that the pair together would not have fit into their bedroom back home. Wrist-thick veins traced back and forth just beneath the dense velour surface, and the girls' eyes widened when those vessels pumped mightily and the enormous oblong shapes swelled larger.

"Can you do that?" Thresha asked, a hint of begging in her voice. She clutched tightly to her love's waist, the normally controlled shark finding it very difficult to maintain her composure.

"I... sort of... I mean... the scale..."

"Just say yes."

"Yes."

Thresha shuddered, her jaw creaking as she struggled not to bite too hard. "Gkk... good."

"You're insatiable!"

"You're only saying that because I've never been sated."

"Well... yeah!"

They passed beneath the arch of Penny's left leg, hir slender hoof tucked in behind hir right knee. Laying on hir side shi could have been posing for a simple cheesecake poster. Thresha slid across hir thigh as though it were a sports car's hood, while Shelly followed gingerly, tracing hir fingertips along the equine's impressive and still growing sac.

Penny squealed and twitched, one hand grasping at the sheets. "Hey, that tickles!"

"Everything we do tickles!"

"Not_everything_," Shelly leered, reaching out for Thresha's hands, grateful for the assistance. The violet bunny was having considerable difficulty working around hir endowments, to say nothing of clambering up onto that rich chestnut loin. Shi got awkwardly to hir feet, paws a little unsteady on the firm but pliable flesh.

James stroked hir cheek, kissing at the corner of hir muzzle and staring adoringly into one huge, glossy black eye. "I'd always hoped I could do this for you... be this for you..." he murmured.

"You always hoped you could be a purple rabbit and a shark?"

He swatted hir ear and grinned. "No, doofus. I wished I could... you know..."

Shi blinked pointedly. "James, are you honestly getting bashful and tongue-tied at this, of all things?"

"N-no..."

A ripple passed through hir body. "Then you better hurry up, they're getting_awfully_ friendly..."

"I always wished I could make love to you," he declared softly. "Not just be a spectator, little more than a... toy."

"Oh, hun," shi breathed sadly, "don't ever think that's all you are to me! I know that's not all I am to you!"

James glanced to the side, where Penny's rhythmically flaring shaft was nearly bumping against hir chin, a pearlescent sheen of pre glistening invitingly. "No," he chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Certainly not."

"Hey!"

He stretched his neck out and kissed the little barely-visible star on hir forehead. "No, that's not all you are to me," he crooned. "And it never will be."

"Good," shi whickered, hugging hirself tightly and nuzzling hir shaft, which suddenly lifted several feet off the bed and flared enormously. Shi shut hir eyes tight and nearly dislodged hir tiny lover with a full-body spasm, ears fluttering, mane tossing. "H-... hold me..."

He didn't question it. He didn't point out that he was hardly a fraction of the weight of any individual part of hir and there was very little he could do to brace hir or support hir, because he realized that wasn't important. He might not be able to pick hir up and carry hir across the threshhold, but he could hold hir and comfort hir and be what shi wanted him to be. He burrowed against hir, wrapping his arms around hir neck and kissing hir reassuringly. "I'll never let go," he promised, squeezing.

The sheets pulled and twisted as shi writhed, acutely aware of not just the pale mink sharing hir bed, but also the strange and thoroughly unlikely visitors from some other dimension that were nestled betwixt hir thighs. Shi was used to James having fun down there, acting as the guide for hir amusingly James-sized vibrator, but this was new, and strange, and wonderful.

"I had no idea it was so... crowded down here..." Shelly wheezed, chewing hir lip furiously and trying to keep in control of hir hormones. Penny's legs were splayed wide, one hand tenderly hefting hir sac towards hir lower belly and giving the hyper-herm bunny as much room as shi could, but even with Thresha helping hir balance it was a precarious and incredibly unlikely balancing act.

"If you weren't so big," Thresha panted softly between kisses, "this probably wouldn't work."

The shark slid her silvery fingers down Shelly's trim belly to the base of hir dark plum-colored shaft, already well slicked with the filly's juices. Penny's walnut fur shadowed to a glossy black here, the enormous macro's womanhood tucked almost furtively behind hir overfilled testes. Neither of the extra-dimensional girls was especially claustrophobic, but it was difficult to ignore the quite literal tons of quivering muscle around them.

Shelly braced hirself once more, hir big lapine toes digging in securely, and pumped hir hips. The tip of hir deep indigo maleness was pressed against Penny's lower lips, and shi seemed to be remarkably in scale with the macro's feminine portions. Shi was bigger now, shi knew, than shi had ever been in the company of anyone else. Many times shi had been tempted to show Thresha just what hir body could do, but a small, fearfully self-conscious part of hir mind had always held back.

One look at Thresha's hungry, lustful eyes, banished those thoughts forever.

"You," the sharkgirl rasped, kneeling to wrap her arms around the root of Shelly's immensely hyper shaft, "and me, are going to have a long, long talk when we get home."

"I'm going to be using up all my sick days, aren't I?"

"You're probably going to show up as a missing person's report by the time I'm done with you," Thresha growled lovingly. "Focus."

"On... what?"_Shelly gasped in exasperation, already feeling as though shi were a tiny fish caught in a tidal wave. As big as shi had become, and as big as the colossal filly had always been, shi was amazed to find hirself fitting so comfortably. Such sensations at these dimensions, pressing inch after inch, foot after foot of hirself into the equine's hot, wet, silken and above all _yielding pussy was a completely new experience for hir.

Penny had settled into a complementary rhythm now, rocking hirself back and forth, up and down, and Shelly was no longer in immediate terror of being thigh-squeezed to death. The bunny's legs continued to wobble, though more from sensual overload than a lack of balance, and shi was enormously grateful for Thresha's wandering but supportive hands.

Shi was a little taken aback at the shark's guttural reply. "Growing," she said thickly, dragging her sandpapery tongue over Shelly's slick cockflesh.

"You don't think I'm big enough yet?" Shelly said with disbelief, but even as the words tumbled from hir lips shi knew that shi didn't think shi was big enough either.

"Not saying you couldn't be bigger..."

"But... Penny..."

A huge walnut-hued hand drifted down from above, draped loosely across hir rump, fingers trailing playfully against the backs of hir thighs. "Don't worry about me," shi swooned, caressing the minis as well as hir own sensitive nethers with practiced ease. "This feels like heaven..."

Thresha glanced up, making sure that Shelly's ears weren't folded back. "How does it feel," she whispered, having faith her lover could hear, "knowing that shi's pretending you're James right now?"

The bunny twitched and staggered in response, hir violet shaft swelling noticeably beneath the shark's fingers, as well as within Penny hirself. "I'm honored," shi gasped, barely audible. Shi reached out blindly and grasped one of Penny's fingers, bringing it to hir lips and nibbling.

"Eeee!" came hir voice out of the distance. "Tickles!"

"I'll do more than tickle you," Shelly rumbled, and for the first time in a long time, months at the very least, shi reached down into hirself to that strange and mysterious place that shi hirself didn't fully understand, and pushed. Heat and pressure and light blossomed behind hir eyes, and shi felt hir hips groaning in protest as shi grew larger still.

The cries of the two herms mingled, and Thresha looked up in awe, taking in the impossible sights between Penny's legs. She felt unaccustomedly superfluous. She couldn't do much to Penny, not with Shelly doing so much more, and she couldn't do much to Shelly, what wish so much of the bunny currently buried hilt-deep in the much larger equine.

A naughty grin touched her lips, and she scooted sideways, planting little kisses along the plump, heavy-bottomed rabbit's hips, circling hir little cottontail. Velvety filly fur, much of it now adorned with sweet, musky dew, radiated heat up at her like an oven. "Making up for the last world now?" she asked, nuzzling the small of her lover's back.

"Mmmgnnrrfff," Shelly grunted, constantly swaying back and forth and adjusting hir footing as hir swelling balls pushed hir legs apart. Shi groped blindly behind hir, eventually finding Thresha's hand and squeezing hard. "Hold... me..."

"I'll do more than hold you," Thresha rumbled, snickering at the ironic echo. She licked Shelly's silky paw, squeezing back reassuringly. "I hope Penny's ready for this."

"Wha...?" Shelly whimpered querulously, although knowing the insatiable shark as long as shi had, shi could hazard a guess.

Thresha's sleek, predatory muzzle dipped below Shelly's frantically wiggling tail, darting between hir splayed thighs with practiced ease, her long and surprisingly powerful tongue flicking out between her teeth. It was a tight fit, given the improbable girth of the herm's masculine portions and the sheer diameter of hir sac, but she was hardly new to this angle. Her eyes rolled back white before closing, her incredibly keen taste and smell knocking her other senses temporarily offline.

The dense, cartilaginous tongue parted Shelly's lavender lips, and the faintest impression of pearly teeth nearly everywhere else drove the bunny to hir knees... or at least it would have, had hir sac not reached large enough proportions that it was effectively propping hir up like a fulcrum. Hir legs went limp and hir rump dropped several inches, pinning an ecstatic Thresha tighter still, but shi was otherwise motionless, at the mercy of hir, and Penny's, anatomy.

The equine's headboard creaked, one dark brown hand clutching madly at it while hir hooves tried to dig into the mattress itself, anything to keep from thrashing too hard and endangering the minis, one of whom was definitely not so mini anymore. Shi moaned loudly, thankful for the hundredth time that hir home was empty.

"Ack!" James cried out from the mattress near hir breasts, leaping into the air and waving his paws futilely. "Come back here!"

Slowly, gingerly, Penny shifted hir hips, bringing hir painfully erect shaft back down to nearly horizontal. Delicate black and pink flesh was stretched so tightly it shon, glowing in the sunlight slanting through the drapes. Another jump and James' little fingers gripped the partially-unrolled rim of the condom, tugging it down another foot. "Not... easy...," shi whinnied, rocking back and forth, bed frame flexing.

James glanced down the bed, unable to see much beyond the heroic dimensions of hir shaft and the tremendous bulk of hir shiny ebon balls. His girlfriend was shifting and swaying as though, well, someone hir own size were grinding hip to hip, not someone as comparatively large as a kewpie doll. Wow, he thought. There's grrls like that MY size?!

One glance up at Penny, and any vague jealousy or enticement towards anyone else vanished. "I wish it were really me," he purred, tugging the condom down further and further.

"On which end?" Penny grinned, nuzzling at him as he marched resolutely down the bed.

The little mink's eyes crossed at those words, and he had to shake himself to clear his head. "Both, with you," he reassured hir.

"You're...crazy..." Penny winced, breathing harder. Hir shaft twitched and jumped again, hauling James several feet into the air as he clung to the latex for dear life.

"Crazy in love, maybe!" he yelped, trying to swing himself back and forth and tug hir back down to safety. He had managed to get nearly half of hir covered, and in hir current condition that was an unqualified success.

He had been privileged to be present for many long, sensual nights with his oversized amore, and had seen hir in many different states of arousal, but never anything quite like this. Hir entire body was mussed and sweaty, the sheets were twisted all around, and shi seemed almost torturously unable to relax. Clinging to the underside of hir shaft, he marvelled at the bulging roadmap of blood vessels just below the surface, each one easily bigger around than his arm.

He felt a little bit discouraged that he'd never been able to have this sort of an effect on hir, but he was enormously grateful that he could at least be there for it.

Shi regained enough control to shift hir hips again and his toes found the mattress. After working some feeling back into his elbows, he leapt nimbly straight up and clambered across the grippy base of hir condom until he was at his usual perch, straddling hir cock with his rump up against the straining girth of hir medial ring. "Gods, you're hot," he breathed, squeezing as much of hir as he could with his arms and legs. "Literally, too. Your skin is really, REALLY hot!"

"Fnngngg," Penny managed, neck muscles bunching. Hir eyes were wild and unfocused, and shi seemed bent rather awkwardly so as to not endanger the others in hir bed, but on top of all that James could see that shi was smiling. "We... we... we..."

"Shhh, shhh," he soothed, nuzzling at a vein that seemed in danger of bursting. "Tell me after."

"Th... THANG-G-G... thank..."

"Shhh, shhh, sweetie..."

Further down, Shelly was both praising and cursing Thresha's biological advantages; the shark hadn't let up with hir tongue for an instant, as the svelte girl didn't need to come up for breath. The bunny's ears picked up the very familiar sounds of gills working overtime, an ability that had given hir many, many nights of pleasure.

Hir toes clenched and released uselessly, hir body now supported entirely by hir hyper hermness. Shi could remember being this big before, once or twice, but shi was undoubtedly going to set a new personal best before the day was through. Shi was now straddling the base of hir own shaft, much as James was to Penny, swollen musculature awkwardly rearranging hir insides in order to make room, and hir legs were forced out even wider still by the enormity of hir lilac-colored balls. Thresha was snuggled up intimately to them from behind, hugging them for support.

I feel so silly right now, shi thought to hirself_, but holy hells I'm definitely doing this again!_

Inch by inch, with some surges that were better measured in feet, shi had filled the macro filly to the point where Shelly wasn't sure there was any more room! Hir formerly snug but hardly tight womanhood was now squeezing hir like a blood pressure cuff, both of their pulses pounding in hir ears. Shelly wasn't able to move back and forth much anymore, but the filly's incredible internal muscles were still giving them both quite the ride.

Thresha's muzzle flexed and shifted beneath hir, her tongue seeming to rotate inside hir, and shi cried out again. Shi couldn't believe that shi has held back this long, resisting the urge to climax and throwing all of hir effort into growing. It was like holding back an avalanche with hir bare paws, all that snow piling up higher and higher, knowing at any moment shi would be swept away...

Hir sac tightened, no longer growing larger but still very audibly continuing to produce seed, forcing hir ankles a little farther apart. It was Thresha's turn to scramble as soft bunny flesh gripped hir like a vise. Shelly giggled as hir lover braced herself against hir rump and slowly, slowly pulled free, continuing to lick and nibble up hir backside. Sleek silvery arms wrapped around hir waist, firm breasts pressed against hir back and gleaming teeth nipped at hir ears.

"And how was that for you?" Thresha asked breathily, trying to sound nonchalant and failing. The sight over Shelly's shoulder of Penny's most intimate nethers being more than completely filled by the phukbunny was almost too much to handle.

"You... did it..."

"Did what?"

"Can't grow... any more..."

"Oh, don't talk like that," the shark teased, moving her hands higher to cup what she could of Shelly's breasts, hefting the immensely overfilled swells. "You've got a lot more growing left in you!"

"No... I don't..."

"Awww," Thresha pouted. "Giving up already?"

"Not...quite...!"

Shelly bucked so hard hir lover was nearly thrown free; Thresha had to sink her fingers deep into the bunny's soft, pliable flesh to hang on. "Oooohhhhh," she grinned, wrapping her legs around Shelly's, feeling hir beanbag-sized balls continue to tremble and harden beneath them. "Well, that's good, too..."

With a sound like a mighty galleon's sails unfurling and catching a strong wind, a resonating liquid rumble that they felt in their bones, Penny's vision-filling sac did much the same, drawing up closer to the enormous filly's thighs and looming above them like velvety boulders.

The insatiable shark licked her lips, letting her hands roam down to the steel-hard base of Shelly's cock, and wondered how many more of her personal fantasies could possibly come true in one day.

"I love you," Thresha whispered into Shelly's ear, embracing her far larger partner and not really able to do anything other than be there for hir.

"I love you," James whispered into Penny's ear, embracing his far larger partner and not really able to do anything other than be there for hir.

Neither grrl heard those tender words, not at the time, but they felt them nonetheless. Shelly was thinking only of Thresha, and Penny was thinking only of James, and the both of them were experiencing something new and shocking and sublime for the first time.

Shi tried hir hardest, shi really did, but Penny couldn't help but buck wildly when the first thunderous waves of hir orgasm struck, penetrating deeper into hir loins than shi had ever experienced. James clung to hir neck, nuzzling hir mane and wishing he could feel what shi felt, but he could see the results easily enough. The huge horse's maleness was noticeably larger than he had ever seen it before, just passing hir muzzle and flaring like a beach umbrella. Penny gripped it with one hand, stroking in short, sharp motions, but the first eruption forced hir fingers apart.

A sight that never ceased to send him tumbling completely over the edge, hir condom bloated outwards with explosive force, in mere seconds creating a sphere larger than he was tall. Hir breath caught and hir eyes flew open in astonishment, feeling new portions of hir body lighting up with liquid fire, which only highlighted how hir extremities seemed to have gone completely numb.

Penny thought shi had peaked, cumming as though a lightning bolt had shot through hir from head to toe, but feeling Shelly's climax burst hot on the heels of hir own spurred hir rapturous cries into an entirely new octave, and James started to worry that the neighbors might be calling emergency numbers.

Shelly's euphoric moans were just as loud, but were thankfully muffled by Penny's thighs as well as by hir own fluffy violet cleavage. Both hir and Thresha's arms were wrapped tightly around hir overly ample bust, forcing the plump, swollen flesh higher. The slinky sharkess was having a hard time seeing over that lush landscape, but she could hear things that would give her private fantasy material for years to come.

Shelly's entire body throbbed in time with hir climax, hir sac clenching and relaxing beneath them like a bucking bronco. Neither visitor to this world was exactly sure just how big the hyper-bunny had gotten, given that the vast majority of it was stuffed into the writhing Penny, but shi doubted their apartment back home would have been enough room. Oh yes, shi thought determinedly, when shi could focus long enough to think, we will do this again...

Thresha crooned sweet nothings into Shelly's ears, nuzzling her love and just happy to be there to witness such an impossible dream come true. There was a twinge of jealousy when a full minute passed and neither grrl seemed to be anywhere close to finishing, but the highly competitive shark just smiled to herself, knowing that she would get her chance to test out Shelly's new-found limits.

As Penny slowly descended from somewhere beyond the realm of cloud nine, hugging and rubbing hir muzzle against the still-filling condom that was nearly the size of James' house, hir other hand wandered down lazily, caressing hirself and imagine the paw belonged to a certain mink. "Wha... wow..." shi giggled weakly, feeling James scamper down hir neck and across hir breasts before leaping. "That... that's what... it feels like...?"

"If we're lucky," James replied, flopping onto the taut, jiggling latex, wishing he could have a waterbed like that every night. He turned his head to stare adoringly down at his sweaty goddess and the silly grin plastered on hir face. "Goodness, Pen, you nearly popped it this time!"

"Nuh... nuh-uh... pop-proof... says on the box..." The alabaster sphere shook and swelled several more feet in all directions. "See? No worries..."

"How are, uh, the others doing?" he asked, trying to see down betwixt hir legs. "Are they... oh my gosh, Penny, your stomach!"

The horse's hand reluctantly left hir nipples and drifted further south, eliciting another gasp. "Oh my...," shi squeaked, trying to see but hobbled by the awkwardness of hir position. "Is that... did they... I look stupid, don't I?"

Considering the seemingly endless videos that James had watched online, Penny's belly-bump was hardly anything exceptional, rounding out hir trim tummy and giving hir the impression of being fairly newly with child, but considering the 'top' in this situation was a mini, it just might be the most incredible example he'd ever seen. "You look stunning," he gulped, reflexively drawing his legs closer as his body struggled valiantly to cum for the fifth or sixth time that afternoon.

"Really?? Eep!" Hir body stiffened, and James's eyes rolled back as hir belly also filled out a tiny bit more, now pressing against the glossy column of hir erection. "You're not just saying that?"

"Hnnngg," James gurgled, not sure if he was going to be able to even think erotic thoughts for at least a week, just to let things heal. "Nnngggnnn..."

"Oh, sweetie," Penny purred, leaning up and giving hir exhausted lover a lick. Hir hand explored the mound of hir tummy, also impressed at the tiny bunny's efforts, before slipping down beneath hir sac. Shi was soaked, and for once not just with hir own fluids; strange musks filled hir room, a dozen new sensations to try and pick through. Shi gasped again, feeling just how large the very base of the bunny's improbable girth had become, and giggled when tiny paws stroked at hir finger. "Eek! Hello down there!"

There was a distant reply, but shi couldn't make it out. Shi found two of hir fingers being hugged and even kissed, fur and rubbery scales entwining around hir, while hir pinky explored hir incredibly stretched womanhood. Shi shivered and moaned, drawing another few surges from both hirself and Shelly, and squealed in ticklish delight when a tiny tongue lapped at hir moist fingertips.

"I'm missing something fun, aren't I?" James said woozily, sagging limply against his still-growing perch.

"You look like you had enough fun for one day," shi snickered. "I feel like a wrung-out towel..."

"I'm sure we could squeeze a few more drops out of you..."

"Ohhh, don't say squeeze..."

Thresha had slipped around to Shelly's front, straddling hir cock in disbelief. "Fuck me gently," she swore, spurring her mount with her heels. "I think it's bigger than our couch!"

Shelly hiccuped, eyes blinking out of sync with one another, pawing limply at Thresha's body as well as Penny's fingers. "I don't think I can hear anymore," shi mumbled through numb lips. "Are we still in the story?"

Thresha laughed, leaning against the bunny's slowly-receding bosom and kissing hir tiny pink nose. "We're still here, love. You did good."

"I can't feel my feet."

"You weren't using them anyways."

"I look ridiculous..."

Thresha leaned back, taking in the sight, or at least most of the sight, of her bunnylove doing the splits over hir wickedly oversized hermness. Shi was sweaty and disheveled, one ear pointing backwards, hir tongue hanging limply out of hir mouth, and the pair of them were bobbing gently up and down as hir shaft slowly began to detumesce. "It's like being on a rowboat in the Tunnel Of Love," she chortled.

"Good name..." Shelly yawned, letting hir head droop forwards, coming to rest against the upper swell of one breast. "I need... nap..."

"That must have been... draining," Thresha deadpanned, wishing she had some shades.

"Bad shark," Shelly murmured. "No cookie for you."

"Awww!"

Penny shifted around them, hir upper leg rising to give them a little more room. The sun was considerably lower in the sky now, bathing the two minis in warm golden light. Shelly inhaled and stretched out, wriggling hir fingers and toes. "Mmmmrrrr, that feels good."

"Holy fuck."

"Thresha," the bunny admonished softly, eyes closing once more. "Language."

"Ho. Lee. Fuck."

Thresha's hand shook hir shoulder, rousing hir. "Wha-a-a-at?" shi complained, lifting hir head. "I was trying... to... sleep... holy fuck."

With Penny's anatomy also finally returning to it's dormant dimensions, they were able to see more of the filly's bedroom, specifically the shadowy underside of hir belly-bump and the colossal ivory mound of hir condom, along with the tiny outline of James spread-eagled on top. It took up the bulk of the bed, forcing Penny against the wall, and actually seemed to make the macro-sized horse cock disappearing into it look almost dainty.

"Does shi do that every time?"

Shelly thought back to the stories. "It's hard to say, the numbers are always fuzzy, but... I think so?"

"We're coming back here for Christmas," the shark said firmly. "Every year."

"Someone's discovered a little bit of an appetite, hmmm?" Shelly grinned, rubbing hir girlfriend's thighs. "What, you're saying I'm not enough for you anymore?"

"I'm not saying anything else until I consult my lawyer."

"Hey!"

"Mmmm," Penny moaned, flexing beneath them. "What's going on down there?"

"Nothing!" they chorused, putting their foreheads together and snickering.

"Well... nnnf... whatever you're not doing, be careful!" Penny eyed the vast volume of hir protective layer of latex, growing unnervingly firm and spherical. Shi could feel the tiny, so to speak, bunny shifting and moving within hir, and each subtle motion against hir insides, each wash of liquid heat against hir clit, each rustle of tiny toes against hir lips sent another wave of pleasure through hir body. Normally by now shi would be dozing tenderly with hir tiny James, but the constant stimulus from their new friends was letting hir orgasm abate, though never actually end.

James peered around worriedly, rising high above the headboard now, nearly higher than the bookshelf. He carefully drew his blunted claws away from the condom's surface, not wanting to accidentally cause a cataclysmic deluge. "Pen? You all right?"

"I... don't think... I can stop..." shi murmured with some concern, gripping the base of the condom against hir medial ring, struggling to keep it sealed. "It... it feels... it's so... nice..."

"You had a hard enough time getting these out the door before!" James scooted a little further down the slope, squeaky surface rubbing rather pleasantly against his rump. "Can you take it off?"

"Not without something very, very messy happening..."

"YAY!" came the distant cry from between hir legs, followed by the sounds of a brief struggle that sent another flood through Penny's clenched fingers. The absurdly swollen prophylactic was making alarming creaking noises now, James no longer making so much as a dent in it.

"Please!" Penny yelped. "Shelly, Thresha, can you back up? I need, just, like... ten seconds to get this!"

There was more rustling from down below, and Penny inhaled sharply, biting hir lip to keep from crying out again. "I'm sure they're trying, hon, just relax, just relax," James called down to hir, horrified and yet somehow aroused for a seventh time by the sheer enormity of hir production.

Shelly wriggled, trying to adjust hir legs into a position where shi could actually touch some sort of solid ground, while Thresha wrapped her arms around hir waist, tugging futilely. "Gods, what do you weigh now?" she grunted, setting her delicate feet against Penny's thighs and leaning harder. "It's like trying to pull a truck out of a ditch."

"Oh, thank you VERY much for that lovely comparison," Shelly snarked. "If I am going back to normal size, it's taking its time!"

"Shi COULD be helping right now," Thresha muttered. "I know shi can reach..."

"I think hir hands are busy at the moment," the bunny observed. "They're both on hir dick now. Well, hir dick and the condom."

"Any time they call something 'burst proof' with herms around, a lawyer gets fired," she laughed. "Think we can get those back home?"

"I already know the right website, honey. Unf, if I don't shrink by the time we get back home, I'm going to have a hell of a problem fitting through doors."

The bed was creaking now, the formerly sturdy frame starting to bow beneath the weight of the condom. Penny's face was a convoluted mixture of glee and fright, and despite hir best efforts shi was stroking hirself with short, sharp motions. "You're not exactly trying to stop yourself..." James observed.

"I am! It just doesn't... look like I am!"

"Suuuuuuure."

"Look, instead of being sarcastic you could... could... oh, gods, what are they doing now, what the hell is THAT?!"

James' ears perked. "Do you hear glowing?"

The warm, taut pressure within hir had been keeping hir on edge, but the sudden reversal of the hyper-bunny's flow was too much. Shi whinnied once, bearing down hard with both hands in a last ditch effort to defeat physics through sheer force of will, and wasn't really surprised when it didn't work.

The sound was unexpectedly mild, a subdued, almost apologetic pop. Penny's alarmed yelp trailed off into an exhausted but exceedingly satisfied rumble as hir seed flowed free, a brief torrential flood that spread to the far corners of hir room, shoving aside scattered laundry and personal items like leaves below a bursting dam.

Hir second and blessedly less intense orgasm eventually faded, leaving the soaked and drained filly giggling drunkenly, cradling hir sore member to hir cheek. Shi tenderly rolled onto hir back, working the kinks out of hir hips now that their guests had moved on to... well, to wherever was next in their book. Some of them sounded downright exotic, others were downright terrifying!

_ Their guests..._

Shi sat up on one elbow, eyes wide. "James?"

For a moment there was no reply, but then his voice reached hir ears as though from a great distance. Shi scanned around, trying to make out the white mink in the creamy deluge that filled hir room to a depth of several inches. "I can't hear you! Are you ok?"

His voice suddenly rose in volume as he emerged from beneath hir bed, sprawled out wetly on a cheap romance novel, arms extended far enough beyond the cover to let him paddle his makeshift raft. "Think you're hot now, don't ya, honey," he sang, hopelessly off key. "What have you got, if you haven't got love..."

Penny sighed with relief. "Thank goodness," shi murmured, dangling a hand off the edge of hir bed and poking his little belly. "I was worried I'd lost you."

"Pssshh, as if something like that could stop me!"

"So you're saying we can try going all the way now?" shi asked sweetly, batting hir eyelashes.

James squeaked, paddling away from hir as fast as his little paws could carry him...

---

Shelly and Thresha didn't fall nearly as far this time, dropping only a couple feet to the lush, grassy terrain. The landscape was decidedly slanted, however, and they tumbled head over heels, and various other body parts, considerably farther before the hill leveled out into a broad, flat meadow.

The breeze was warm, Thresha noted. There was a persistent buzzing, as of legions of insects searching for nectar, or other bugs, or whatever it was that bugs searched for. She didn't really know. The grass felt strange but luxuriant against her skin, and she twined her fingers in it, secretly pleased that something in her life could make sense, if only for a few minutes.

Shelly shifted heavily, dragging hir plump figure closer until shi could flop against the shark's side, arms and legs and immense but softening shaft pinning hir lover. Shi was breathing hard, eyes closed, nuzzling into the nape of Thresha's neck. "That... was... interesting..." shi managed.

Thresha absently stroked Shelly's fur, tugging curiously on the grass with her other hand. "Sure was," she agreed softly.

"Was it... a good... show?"

"One for the ages, love."

"We changed stories again."

"A-yup."

Shelly pressed hir nose against Thresha's cheek. "Why the droll attitude? You already bored? Jaded? I've ruined you forever?"

"Not exactly."

"Well, then what?"

"What color is the sky?"

"Blue."

"Wrong."

Shelly froze, opening one eye and peering around suspiciously. "Uhm.... huh," shi said at last, taking a careful breath, holding it, and releasing it slowly. "That's... interesting."

"Anything you feel like telling me, love?" Thresha smooched absently at a lavender ear that kept brushing up against her fin, noting that it was nearly the same color as the vast celestial panorama above. "Maybe, for instance, you know, why the moon is pinkish? Or why the grass we're on isn't exactly grass? Or maybe what galaxy we're in?"

"Oh, we're still in our galaxy, don't worry."

"That's something."

"Just a different planet."

The buzzing swelled and faded away as the breeze picked up, bringing more exotic scents to them beyond the remnants of Shelly's improbable lovemaking. "Are you going to elaborate at all, or...?"

Shelly chuckled, pressing hir breasts against Thresha's shoulder and leaning up to kiss her on the lips. "Nope."

"I'm going to monitor everything you read from now on," the shark muttered, giving the bunny's extremely ample bosom a quick fondle before sitting up. "So, what now? Aliens? Cyborgs? Sacrificial, nubile young men in red shirts?"

"Hmmmm. No."

"You had to think about that," Thresha accused.

"Well, there's a lot to consider!"

"It's porn! How much can there be to consider?"

Shelly smiled, hir normal-for-hir-sized hermness twitching and plumping up once more. "Oh, there's a couple things..."

Thresha rolled her eyes, picking up the bunny's violet endowment and shifting her legs out from under it. "Let's pack up those thoughts for the time being, ok? I want to figure out what's going on here, if you're not going to tell me anything. You're not, are you?"

"Nnn hnn!" Shelly smirked, shaking hir head.

"Going to be a surprise, like last time?"

"Mmm hmm!" shi hummed affirmatively.

"Will I enjoy it?"

The bunny's vigorous nodding resulted in an assault of floppy ears that nearly knocked Thresha over. "As long as you're sure..." she drawled, giggling in spite of herself. "I guess you haven't steered me wrong yet."

"Despite my best efforts."

"What?"

"Nothing!"

There didn't seem to be much cause for clothing; this world was even warmer and more humid than Penny's, and if the sanguine lapine was to be believed there wasn't much chance of running into any uptight police officers. Shelly scanned the horizon, mumbled to hirself, rotated a few times to figure out where would be the closest approximation of west, and started walking. "Coming, slowpoke?"

"At least you're heading towards water," Thresha said, moving closer to hir beloved, who was nearly back to normal size. Normal for a phukbunny, at any rate, which was still pretty remarkable.

"What? How can you tell?"

"It's a shark thing."

"Showoff," the bunny pouted, sticking out hir tongue. "You could have told me, you know, saved me all that spinning around."

"What can I say," Thresha leered, giving one of hir fuzzy balls a little squeeze. "I was enjoying the show."

"What, you haven't seen enough triple-X showtime yet?"

"There's always room for more."

Shelly poked Thresha's midsection. "I don't think anyone's been on a date with Amber, and lived to say THAT."

The shark shivered, but her lips turned up in a toothy grin. "It's an experience I could grow to enjoy..."

"Ooohh, don't say grow," the bunny winced. "I think I pulled a... well, whatever it's called that makes me grow."

"Can I pull it?"

"No! ... later," shi amended slowly. "Daddy needs some time to recharge."

Streaks of white stretched across the sky, cloud formations that neither girl had seen before. The grass beneath their toes wasn't really grass, the flowers definitely weren't the sort of flowers they were used to, and as their path took them near a small copse of trees, they discovered that, rather expectedly, they weren't anything like the trees back home.

"They look like tentacles, with leaves," Thresha said bluntly.

The trunks were smooth and mottled, and rather than growing straight up seemed to vaguely twist around an invisible central axis. The branches were no better, spiraling out in all directions and twining around eachother without really touching.

The leaves, oddly enough, looked perfectly normal.

"I guess some things don't change, much," Shelly noted, poking at one palm-sized leaf.

"Except the leaves are black."

"Oh, you hush. Do you have to nitpick?"

"'Nitpick'..." Thresha echoed in disbelief. "We're on an ALIEN WORLD!"

"Yeah," Shelly said placidly, "and all you can do is bitch about it. Biiiitch bitch bitch..."

"Shouldn't we at least be suffocating to death? The odds that the atmosphere is breathable is really, really low."

"If you want to suffocate, you could get down on your knees and I could-"

Shelly's suggestion was never completed, what with Thresha pouncing and tackling the bunnyherm to the ground. She savagely assaulted hir with tickles and playful bites, setting the exciteable rabbit into gales of helpless laughter as shi struggled to fight off hir attacker.

After several more minutes of populating a distant planet with giggles and screams, they sagged tiredly into eachothers arms, sprawled out once more on the not-grass. "You're mean," Shelly whispered, resting hir cheek on Thresha's breast and yawning, one paw petting lazily at her thighs.

"Bah, you love me," the shark mumbled into the fluffy space between Shelly's ears, inhaling hir flowery, somehow sparkly scent. They both inhaled, and sighed, luxuriating in the strangely-hued sunlight on their skin and fur. "Do you suppose the story is waiting for us?"

Shelly tip-toed hir fingers up to Thresha's tummy, watching the firm flesh dimple. "I dunno. Probably. Dissident Love stories sometimes have really slow starts."

"I could get used to this sort of slow start. We didn't get much time on the beach, and I wouldn't call my time in the ocean exactly relaxing."

"But you looked so adorable!"

"I was a gigantic sharkball!"

"My statement stands."

Thresha stretched again, wriggling her fingers and toes, tail flexing beneath them. "It did feel good," she chuckled. "Better than yoga for getting the kinks out, that's for sure."

"Mmmm, show me some Downward Dog action when we get home."

"Woof, I say, woof."

The breeze picked up again, and the somewhat cold-blooded shark tugged hir fluffy lover closer. "We should probably keep going. I want to see just what this story is all about."

"You'll love it. If you thought Amber and Penny were some unbelievable sights, then... uhm... then these will be even more unbelievable?"

"I have to buy you a thesaurus."

"Is that like a pet?" Shelly asked innocently.

"Oh, you hush. Brrr, the breeze is really starting to ruin the mood. Here, snuggle closer, I need more blanket."

"Don't worry, it will stop in a moment."

"Bwuh? How do you know?"

"Because it's a hover-skimmer landing about fifty feet that-a-way," Shelly replied, pointing.

"WHAT?!" Thresha tried to break free of the phukbunny's embrace, but it was no use; when shi wanted to be, shi was a great deal stronger than she was. "Mrrfff! Grrnnrr! Let me go!"

"No-o-o-o, you're my big squeaky toy..." the bunny laughed, plush body jiggling around muscles like steel cords. "Oooo, there's people hopping out now! Ok, let me see, there was a LOT of people in this story, who's who... that's Renfrew, definitely, and that's... oh my gosh."

Shelly's extremities went numb again, as often occurred when hir brain became temporarily overloaded with desire, and Thresha was able to scramble free. "I wanna see, I wanna see, I wanna... oh my gosh."

The hover-skimmer, or whatever Shelly had called it, resembled nothing so much as an unusually large silver convertible covered in stubby winglets where tires would have been expected. Walking towards them were two tall, powerfully-built figures wearing generic-looking overalls that really left very little to the imagination.

Thresha assumed that the broad-shouldered and thick-bodied panda to be Renfrew, as he was unmistakably male. He was heroically proportioned, reminding her of some of the firemen calendars she kept in the back of her closet, and was quite a welcome sight given the last few hours.

His partner, on the other hand, towered over him as much as he would have towered over Thresha. It took a moment for the shark to identify the herm as a black bear, given not just hir phenomenal height, but a bust that would have rivaled Cindy the cheerleader's and a maleness that even an aroused Amber would have envied. Dull grey fabric strained almost painfully around a bulge that reached just past hir knee, with a sac to match.

"A-aliens?" Thresha mumbled, wishing beyond wishes for five minutes with her makeup kit.

"Not exactly," Shelly purred, standing up beside her.

Crewmate Renfrew and Gunner Ebony stopped about ten feet away, eyes huge and curious. Renfrew was tapping madly on some sort of tablet, while the statuesque black bear stood with hir hands on hir hips, staring openly at the two naked interlopers. "Are you recording this?" shi whispered out the side of hir muzzle.

"High-altitude drones, cams on the skimmer, holos on the pad," he replied studiously. "Also, I'm running blood tests on us to see if we're hallucinating."

"Hi," Shelly said cheerily, waggling hir fingers. The two huge explorers jerked back as though burnt, and the bunny was pleased to see Renfew's hand search blindly for Ebony's. "My name is Shelly, and this is my girlfriend Thresha."

"No results on the blood test," the panda mumbled. "Checking our spinal fluids..."

"It's not a hallucination," Thresha added helpfully. "I mean, probably not for you guys. I'm still not so sure about us."

"I'm afraid that just raises further questions," Ebony said gently, hir natural peacekeeping tendencies coming to the surface. "Uhm. My name is Ebony, and this is-"

"Renfrew!" Shelly said quickly, clapping hir hands. "Yay!"

The panda took another step back, and likely would have kept walking were his hand not clutched in Ebony's immense, powerful paw. "How do you know my name?" he said, panic in his eyes. "We should establish a quarantine distance, and maybe get back in the skimmer right now Ebony let go of my hand!"

Ebony, however, did not seem especially shocked, though it was quite difficult to surprise the skilled ex-Marine. "So you know his name," shi said bluntly. "What's my rank?"

"Gunner!" Shelly answered quickly. "You were in neuro-sleep!"

One of the bear's eyebrows lifted, and that was all. "Oh-kay," shi said slowly. "How're those group hallucination tests coming along, sweetie?"

"Let go of my hand!"

Shelly giggled, and waved hir hands placatingly. "Ok, look... I can explain, and it's going to sound... ABSOLUTELY ridiculous, but if you guys have some sort of records of Earth, especially book listings, it will really help."

As it turned out, the Seed of Life overhead contained a staggeringly comprehensive amount of historical data, and ten minutes later the four figures were gathered around the skimmer, eyes peering at Renfrew's tablet as he scrolled through ancient demographic data. "Royston Carmichael," he said, still not entirely sure he believed what he was saying. "Circe. Teacher. That... strangely enough, is also true."

In this story world, whatever it meant one way or another, there did indeed seem to be matching histories to the others. Ilsa Calamata, Myles Coyle, even world-famous celebrity Amber O'Malley, mentions were eventually discovered for all of them. "So you know some obscure facts about the past," Ebony murmured. "That doesn't exactly corroborate your story, which is already, frankly, utterly ridonkulous."

"And no mention of Dissident Love?"

"Unless it's a punk band from 2018, no."

"It could be, after he retired from writing..."

Thresha tried to keep her eyes on the tablet's screen, but it wasn't easy. She was hardly chest-high to Renfrew, and she could nearly stand straight up beneath Ebony's bust. She wanted to do just that, but she doubted there would be enough room, what with the immense and weighty bulges propped up against the bear's thighs. I would certainly have fun trying, she thought, licking her lips.

"And even if your story were true, it doesn't explain how you got to... to... to this... uhm... huh." Renfrew scratched at his scruffy chin, bringing the tablet closer to his eyes despite the perfect vision. "That... this... uhh... Ebony?"

Shi plucked the tablet from his fingers, raising it up above hir bosom so shi could see. "This Dissident Love is a writer of naughty stories, you say."

"Yes, ma'am!" Shelly said, saluting. Thresha rolled her eyes and dragged the bunny's hand back down.

"And you say one of his stories involved a musician named Myles Coyle?"

"You betcha! I've always wanted to hear him sing, it just doesn't seem right to READ about someone's VOICE..."

"And this is him?" Ebony said, handing the tablet down to the two girls.

Shelly took the device, as thick as a pane of glass and somehow packed full of tiny supercomuting power. It looked to be a backstage picture of him pulled up, the little coyfox wearing a vest and little else. "Yeah, I recognize those dreds! I wish the camera would pan down more, I've heard an awful lot about his-"

"WHOA." Thresha gasped, shoving her way closer to the image.

"Hey, wait your turn!" the bunny giggled. "Come on, I showed you a picture of him before."

"Not him! THEM!"

Shelly blinked and squinted at the picture, finally taking note of the surroundings. There was stage equipment in the background, bright lights off in the distance, but the image was dominated by three figures: Myles, with his arms around the shoulders of a svelte sharkgirl and a purple bunnyherm.

"Huh," shi said at last.

Renfrew and Ebony exchanged glances. "Image is timestamped... about two hundred years ago," he said reverently. What his eyes and ears and paws told him could be doubted, but to his analytical mind nothing was more hard, immutable fact than a good cross-referenced citation.

"I guess this means we find clothes again, at some point," Thresha snickered. "Check me out, wearing a Lacuna Coyle shirt! And damn, grrl, look at YOU!"

"I don't own a dress like that," shi whispered.

"Not yet!"

"You mean...?"

Thresha grinned and nodded. "I guess we know we won't be stuck in this story forever."

---

The skimmer had four seats, and when Renfrew was eventually satisfied that the time-travelling dimension-hopping nudists weren't going to spread contagion or mass hallucinations to the general populace, they were allowed to return to the Colony. Thresha sat up front with Renfrew, while the two herms took up all of the available space in the back seat.

"You're sure you're not having any problems breathing the atmosphere?" Renfrew was asking, continuing to type into his tablet, as well as manipulating the sensor suites on the skimmer, which was apparently driving itself. "No itching? Burning? Cyanosis? Loss of consciousness?"

"I'm pretty sure asking someone that last question is completely missing the point," Thresha laughed, hanging her arms out the side of the craft as it whizzed along a dozen feet above the ground. "This thing is awesome! I want one when we get home!"

"This is why I don't let you watch toy commercials!" Shelly hooted from the back seat. "But that is a good point. Everyone on the Planet was genetically modified, kinda like I was, to make them super-strong and give them super-healing, and all sorts of super-things, so they could survive anywhere."

Thresha looked back at Ebony's overalls. "Yeah, I can definitely see some super things."

Ebony smiled prettily. "Go big, or go home," shi said proudly, a comment rapidly becoming the official Colony motto. "It's weird to think that someone in the past is writing about us. Do you know if the Colony survives?"

It was a simple question, but there was clearly a lot of weight behind it. Shelly nodded, patting the huge bear's forearm. "I haven't read a lot of them, they're still pretty new where we come from, but so far it seems to be coming along nicely. The Breeders are settling in to the group, despite orders not to fraternize-"

Ebony laughed. "Yeah, that's definitely the news of the day. I don't know what people are like where you come from, but prepare to have your minds blown."

"Too late," the shark snickered. "It's been a long, strange trip."

The vast, flat river valley spread out all around them, but tiny shapes slowly materialized on the horizon ahead of them. "I still don't entirely believe this is happening," Renfrew muttered, still scrolling through two century old databases. "Seventy billion dollars to launch us across interstellar space, when clearly all we had to do was touch a magical book."

"Ohh, sweetie," Ebony sighed, rubbing his shoulders. "Don't worry. I'm sure this is non-canon."

"What? What does that even mean?"

It was Thresha and Shelly's turn to glance at eachother and giggle knowingly. "Nothing, don't worry about it," the bunny said airily.

The skimmers autopilot took them up to more than a hundred feet in the air, causing Thresha to pull her arms in and fasten her seatbelt hastily. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's with the... air... flying... we were doing fine down there!" she said nervously, eyes showing white around the edges.

"Heavies," Renfrew said, as though that explained everything, or anything.

Shelly nodded. "They have macros here, Thresh. Gotta make sure we don't bash into Grimes' antlers."

The bear glanced sidelong at the lavender herm. "Interesting," shi hummed. "I'm going to need to... question the two of you, later. Probably more you, Shelly, since you seem to be the one that knows the stories better."

"Uh uh, nope," Shelly said, miming a zipper across hir muzzle. "You're not going to get all paradoxical with me. I couldn't tell Amber and Cindy about the future, and I'm not going to tell you, either. Besides, I'm not even sure I could. The stories are, uhm, chronologically behind where we're at now, I think."

"There could still be something, some passing reference or inference to give me some clues."

They don't know about the... the... the whatever-they-are. Aliens? Artificial intelligence? Shelly thought frantically, wracking hir brain to remember all the details from the stories that shi had to now pretend to forget. Ok, I think it was Gosh that made that discovery, but I don't know if shi's told anyone yet. Crap!

"I'll tell you what I remember," shi said evasively. "But it's not much. Mostly just everyone's names, and... stuff..."

"Indeed, but if you're at the part of the story where the Breeders have awoken, there may be some clues as to WHY they've awoken ahead of schedule. Our investigations have turned up nothing, and from what you've described, this author tends to foreshadow quite clumsily."

CRAP!

"I like the sounds of these Breeders," Thresha said, noting Shelly's stress. "Is that a rank, like Gunner?"

"More of a job description," Renfrew said softly, his voice tinged with something other than annoyance for the first time. "A couple centuries in deep sleep, making tiny, incremental changes to their genetic and cellular structure... well, we have to start a civilization somehow."

"What sort of Breeding are we talking about here?" the shark inquired, leaning closer to the handsomely-built panda and batting her eyelashes in what she hoped was a flirtatious manner. She saw the way that Renfrew had looked at Ebony, and she doubted she could compete with _any_of what the black bear was swinging, but she still hoped she could work her wiles. "Like, a couple litters a year?"

"Uhm... well... you see, they... there's..." the bashful entomologist stammered, fuzzy cheeks reddening.

"A couple litters a year, yes," Ebony interjected, giving Renfrew's shoulder another familiar squeeze. "A couple very _large_litters per year. Litters that, according to all the testing, will age significantly faster for the first few years of their lives. Litters that should reach reproductive maturity in... three years?"

"Approximately," Renfrew croaked.

Thresha counted on her fingers. "That's... that's, uhm... wow, you guys can have your own Million Fur March before long, eh?"

Ebony smiled to hirself, running one paw across hir tummy. "Eventually, yes. Right now, Breeding has been... suspended, for various reasons. Personally, I can't wait to have a couple dozen little kits running around, grabbing my legs, calling me Mommy and Daddy..."

"Awwww," Thresha and Shelly chorused, tilting their heads and smiling sympathetically.

"We're landing," Renfrew said gruffly, taking control of the craft and banking hard. "Please hold on."

"Ren!" the huge bear admonished, gently smacking him upside the head. "Manners, please."

The panda frowned, but said nothing further as the craft descended in a slow spiral, giving the visitors a panoramic view of the Colony.

"Sorry, he's usually a lot more sociable. Well, maybe not a LOT more sociable," Ebony amended, "but at least more polite. Don't worry about it."

"You don't need to apologize. I think we kind of ruined his day, what with our appearing naked in the middle of a verdant, alien meadow and everything." Shelly blinked and laughed. "Wow, there's a sentence I never thought I'd say!"

"You might get to say weirder stuff, babe," Thresha snarked. "How many more stories do we have to go through?"

Buildings rose up around them: a handful of stark, vaguely metallic structures that reminded the interlopers of their apartment building back home, and several dozen smaller cottages that were incongruously homey, given the strange surroundings. A sharply-defined black wall surrounded the compound, and just beyond were the two immense hangars which contained most of the Colony's stores. Hard-packed roads connected everything and stretched off in all directions.

"Oooo, what's all that stuff?" Shelly asked, pointing excitedly at more buildings in the distance and rubbernecking like a tourist. "Algae tanks?"

"Very good," Ebony said with a faint grin. "And what do you think those are?"

"One... two.. three... OH! Are those the Heavy cottages?"

The excitable bunny continued to rattle off facts about the Colony that impressed even Thresha. "Hon, you forget that we keep the milk in the_fridge_, and somehow you're an expert on this?"

"Don't mock my life choices!"

The craft landed with the faintest of bumps in the rough centre of the compound, between the command centres and the habitation modules. Thresha had been concerned at the strange lack of observed activity, the entire colony and the surrounding areas seemingly empty, but the reason for that was made very clear during the last ten feet of their flight.

"Oh... kay..." the shark mumbled fearfully, suppressing the urge to cover her nudity with her bare hands.

The entire population of Planet was apparently surrounding the skimmer, staring down at them with a mixture of awe, fear and joy. The variety of species and coloration and figure was mind-boggling, each and every one of them a stunning example of power and grace. Genetic engineering? You were just the tip of the iceberg, babe, Thresha thought, picturing an entire planet of Shellys.

Shelly hirself was even more overwhelmed, squeezing hir thighs together in an effort to physically suppress hir body's instinctual arousal. "Wow..." shi breathed, chewing hir lip nervously, ears twitching. Shi raised a paw and waved hir fingers. "Hi?"

The resulting explosion of exclamations, greetings and questions drowned out even Renfrew's sullen grumbling.

---

It took sometime for Medico Mariposa to shove her way to the front of the crowd, being among the smallest and least physically imposing of the colonists, but she was not afraid to pull rank now that she had it. With threats of clipboard-based violence, extra duties cleaning up after the Heavies and potential curtailment of contact with the Breeders, she was eventually able to pry Shelly and Thresha loose from the throng and isolate them, however temporarily, in the private kingdom of her medical bay.

This is worse than when the Breeders woke up, she thought to herself in a mild panic. At least we knew that was going to happen eventually! We had plans for that! Contingencies! Protocols! What do we do for THIS?!

Shelly raised hir hand tentatively, the other still fiddling with the strange fabric of hir new overalls. "Uhm... if I can explain a little bit more?"

The four-armed 'roo shook her head. "No, I don't think I can handle more explanations. I read the transcripts from your contact with Renfrew and Ebony, and I've got the rest of your... 'statement' right here. No, I don't think more 'explaining' is going to make anything any clearer."

"You use a lot of air-quotes when you talk," Thresha said with a grin. "I think it's the extra hands."

Mariposa looked at her upper pair of limbs, which were still elevated from their bunny-ears position, and quickly stuffed them behind her back. Her lower pair continued to white-knuckle the little clipboard that she was never without. "Yes. Well. Yes."

"Look, we're clearly not dangerous-"

"Wrong!" the Chief (formerly just Assistant) Medico snapped. "You're very dangerous! You should both be dead!"

"Well, that's a LITTLE harsh, I mean, you don't even know us!"

"No, not like that! This planet is toxic to all Earth life. The atmosphere has far too little oxygen, far too much carbon dioxide. The local plantlife should have killed you just through contact by now, and I don't know how you're handling the increased gravity. To say nothing of EVERYTHING ELSE that's impossible about you being here!"

"We've done nine impossible things before breakfast, lady," Thresha grumped, crossing her arms. "This is nothing."

There was a thump from beyond the far mirrored wall, which was plainly a one-way window. Shelly's ears perked up, and Thresha had to suppress another grin. There was no doubt that their conversation was not, in the strictest sense, being conducted with doctor-patient confidentiality.

"And you don't know how to leave?" the 'roo asked, almost plaintively.

"Not exactly, no." Shelly had told them about visiting the other worlds, but shi had left out one or two details, namely anything too blatantly sexual. Shi wasn't sure if Mariposa would freak out more with that little bit of knowledge, or whether shi and Thresha would be forced to have sex just to expedite their departure. While it would be exciting, it lacked a certain... romance. "Eventually the story ends, at a natural point, and we... poof."

"I wish we had a holographic guide from the future," Thresha added. "Always popping up with helpful advice and sarcastic comments."

Mariposa looked back and forth between them, her upper hands thrown up in exasperation. "I don't know what that means," she griped, "but no. We've got to get you two out of here quickly, so we can get back to work. You've already thrown off the day's duty roster for everyone, except the Colonel, whom we... have not notified of the situation," she finished softly.

"Awww, I wanted to meet him! He seems like a teddy bear... wrapped inside a Slavic canine killing machine."

Mariposa found herself nodding in agreement before she could stop herself. "Yes. No! Stop that!"

Thresha scooted closer to Shelly on the exam table, patting the bunny's rump. "Don't worry, I'm sure that there's enough people here for you to make friends with."

Another thump came from beyond the mirror; Mariposa glared balefully at the reflective wall but kept her mouth shut. She tapped her clipboard, chewed her stylus, and wished to hell she had a few more arms so she could strangle this Dissident Love person.

In the end, she just sagged in defeat and sighed. "OK, fine. Whatever. You're here on some sort of extra-dimensional sight-seeing tour. Who am I to get in the way of the narrative imperative?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but she was true to her word. A few taps on her tablet, and the security locks on the medical room snapped free. "You can stay in here overnight, if your... whatever it is lasts that long."

Shelly and Thresha cheered, hopping down from the exam table. The entire building vibrated briefly as the sound-absorbing material struggled to cope with the cheering and stomping happening in the adjacent room. "Yay! You're the best! I always knew you weren't such a stick in the mud!" the bunnyherm laughed, bouncing up to the roo and giving hir an enormous hug.

"Er. Yes. Quite," Mariposa said stiffly, averting her eyes and carefully prying Shelly's abundant flesh off of her own. "Just... one thing. Please."

"Of course! Anything!"

Mariposa's eyes, which were significantly larger than normal and gave her an almost anime profile, widened still further. "Don't... hurt what we have here, ok?" she said softly. "It's not easy, being alone on an entire planet, and just trying to survive. It's not easy waking up every day with a smile. It's not easy starting over from scratch. All we have is eachother. So, please, just... take care?"

Shelly's ears drooped sympathetically. "Honey, all anyone has eachother," shi purred. "And I wouldn't dream of upsetting the balance here."

"Too late," Mariposa said under her breath, but the lavender bunny heard it nonetheless.

"You worry too much," Shelly added, giving the 'roo one final squeeze, pressing hir plush bosom against her head. "You should relax! Maybe come with us? I think a few of the colonists mentioned something about going on a picnic, before you kidnapped us."

The Medico just grunted. "As long as the duty roster is completely screwed, why not go on a picnic?" she asked the ceiling. "Of course. Sure. Whatever."

Thresha was on the far side of the room, poking at the strangely-built door that didn't seem to have a handle. "Hey, I heard this thing unlock, what exactly am I supposed to do? There's no... oh, wait, this part here looks like a different material. Do I just put my hand here?"

The door hummed softly, slid back... and the crowd from the skimmer's landing seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Shark and bunny found themselves getting their hands shook, their backs slapped, a dozen questions coming at them from a dozen mouths. There were invitations to picnics, some of which were accompanied by a suspicious number of winks, but also invitations to the night's big social event, which Speedy was only too happy to tell them about.

"It's going to be great," he said, banging his huge fuzzy fist into his paw repeatedly. The lethal-looking lynx seemed to permanently vibrate with an uncontrollable excess of energy. Thresha was reminded of Shelly hirself, when shi got into the caffeinated root beer. "See, we have shindigs like, you know, once or twice a week..."

"We'd have them more often, if the Colonel hadn't passed a law forbidding Speedy here from organizing more than that," Guido said dryly, crossing his arms over his chest. The Mallorquin horse was a stunning sight to both girls; back home, he'd have been a supermodel. Hell, all of them would be, they thought.

"That law is non-binding and appeals are currently lodged with the courts!" Speedy said hotly.

"Talk to your Congressman."

"Don't listen to the old married couple," said a walnut-brown horse of even more powerful musculature than Guido, despite the obviously feminine nature of hir chest. Shelly was feeling very unaccustomedly inadequate. "We like to cut loose. And we do, fairly often, but usually just more... organically, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, organically, but sometimes you need some mechanical assistance," Speedy continued, shoving his way through the interruption. "So we have parties, and I make sure everyone shows up and has a good time."

"Brute force socialising, and happiness or else," Kelly the draft horse snickered, rolling hir eyes. "That's sort of Speedy's modus operandi."

"But now we have actual genuine guests of honor!" the lynx crowed, seeming to hover an inch off the ground from sheer exuberance. "I mean, it was cool having the Breeders at the last one, but everyone kept confiscating my booze, and everyone was drugged-up with libido killers..."

"Yes, yes, life is so hard," said the other feline Gunner, a lithe and dangerous-looking cougar named Vasquez. She lacked the outlandish curves of nearly everyone else present, which was pleasantly refreshing for Thresha. The Gunner gripped Speedy's ear and hauled him backwards. "Let's let the ladies maybe get a little bit of rest, all right? Maybe get a bite to eat, maybe get some more fashionable outfits."

Thresha admired the female Gunner's bikini. "Now we're talking."

It was a dizzying affair, trying to keep track of all the new names and faces. Shelly seemed to have no problems whatsoever; indeed, shi talked to them as though shi were one of them, a colonist on a strange alien world. Thresha watched hir addressing people by name, shaking their hands, asking about events that she had never even heard of. Shi seemed to be particularly asking after one person with the improbable name of Gosh, and asking about the Breeders who were curiously absent from the gathering.

Under Mariposa's disapproving glare, the crowd shuffled out of the medical bay, carrying the visitors along like leaves in a stream. "And for Heaven's sake," she cried out one last time, "don't leave them alone with the Breeders!"

A crackle of static trickled out of a speaker, and Mariposa's eyes widened so far that she was in danger of seeing her own tail from a completely new angle. "Keeping Breeders away, exactly," came the Colonel's voice, broadcast from a thousand miles away, "from... whom?"

---

The sun was lower in the sky now, and the strange, tv-signal-out-of-tune photo-negative sunset was just starting over the ocean's distant horizon. "It's_green_ now?!" Thresha goggled.

"Just that part," a gorgeous raccoongirl was telling them, gesturing to the region of emerald haze between the purple sky to the east and the golden pool in the west. "It's because of different chemical compositions in the upper atmosphere, different levels of absorption, and actually a very fun optical effect produced by the reflections from the oceans, which contain-"

"Lister," Vasquez said. "Save the weatherology lesson for later, ok?"

"Meteorology," Lister pouted. "It's meteorology."

"Look, we've been here for weeks, and there haven't been any meteors."

"Oh, now you're just being silly, you know DAMN well that's not what 'meteor' means when it's a prefix!"

"Girls, girls," Speedy said, slinging an arm over each girl's neck. "There'll be time to argue later. In bed. For now, you're not exactly showing our guests what the best and brightest of an entire planet should be acting like."

"She started it," Lister said, pointing.

Shelly snorted under hir breath, overalls quaking. "Oh goodness, it's just like home," shi tittered. "Every home we've been to."

"Does this guy only write one kind of dialogue, or what?" Thresha asked in hushed tones, elbowing her lover. "I can't tell these people from Amber and Cindy. Other than the three foot height difference, I mean."

"No, he does. Did I ever tell you about Odella or Kimmi?"

Thresha scratched her scaled forehead. "Uhm... yes? But just for fun, let's pretend you didn't."

"Oh, jeez," the bunny giggled. "I'm sure we'll get there eventually. For right now, I'm worried about something."

"Worried about what?" asked Ebony, appearing out of the crowd on silent paws. "The doctor checked you both out, and other than making no sense and being completely impossible on all counts, she says you're pretty safe."

"Yeah, I'm one hundred percent reassured by THAT result," the shark said. "It would probably help if she believed us in the slightest."

The huge bear nodded, though the girls were having a hard time actually seeing hir head beyond the vast landscape of hir breasts. "If it's any consolation, you convinced me and Renfrew, and we carry a bit more weight around here with the bullshit-slinging crowd. If I can give one piece of advice-"

"Don't worry. I think Mariposa covered all that."

"No, this is better advice," Ebony winked, bending low and giving them a sight down the front of hir overalls that. "If Speedy offers you a drink, decline. Politely. Then hit him."

"Where?"

"Dealer's choice."

Eventually it sank into the crowd that not everyone needed to be around the newcomers all the time, and certain tasks in the colony genuinely did need to be completed, so people said their goodbyes and drifted away in ones and twos until all that remained were Renfrew and a violet-hued bobcat.

Shelly blinked and smiled, glancing down at their fairly similar dimensions and colorings. "Hey, Gosh!" shi said happily, ignoring the offered pawshake and leaning in for a hug. "Yay, I was hoping to meet you especially!"

"Oh, THIS is Gosh?" Thresha gasped, taken aback. "No wonder you were talking about hir so much! Wait... you weren't trying to look like hir, were you?"

The purple bunny grinned. "No no, hir stories came out after my changes. It was just fun to see someone like hir... like me... in a story."

"Changes?" Gosh asked, looking confused.

Shelly dutifully hoisted hir foot, causing the bulges in hir overalls to shift rather alarmingly. "Barcode," shi explained. "We've got a lot in common!"

Gosh, who was a little swifter on the uptake than most and generally unflappable, just nodded. "They've got some good tech wherever you're from," shi said approvingly, admiring hir near mirror image. "Were you always purple?"

"Side effect."

"Ah. Maybe you're a distant ancestor then," Gosh grinned. "I was born this way, baby."

"Oh, someone please tell me you're like my great, great, great, great... great great grand-niece or something," Shelly giggled madly. "That would be awesome!"

The small group stood in front of Gosh's little cottage, ultra-thin but ultra-strong fabric flapping gently in the breeze. The gardens around them had recently been dug up, and now stood conspicuously empty, looking freshly tilled and awaiting new seeds. Renfrew leaned in to whisper something into Gosh's ear before shoving his paws in his pocket and looking apologetically at the guests. "Well, I've probably got a lot to catch up on. The rosters have all been shifted around... again... because of today's delays, and I'm sure they'll need me to... help... organize... uhm... things." He glanced around as though expecting someone to rescue him, and upon finding none he simply shrugged. "Bye."

The three femmes watched him go, the broad-shouldered and handsome panda radiating uncertainty. "He doesn't loosen up very well, does he?" Thresha asked, licking at her teeth.

"Oh, he does, when the time is right," Gosh reassured them. "He had a third drink at the last get together, and we almost had to pry him off of Guido."

"Were they fighting?!" Shelly asked, aghast.

"No," the bobcat said slowly, "they were being a little more... _friendly_than that."

"Oh. Oh! Oh.Oooohhhh....," the bunny grinned, wide-eyed. "I didn't know he had it in him!"

"I don't think he did, either, until it was too late," Gosh leered and winked.

Thresha snorted, shoulders shaking. "I'm pretty glad to meet you, Gosh," she said, relieved. "I was starting to worry that everyone here was over-stressed and under-sexed. It's unhealthy, you know."

Gosh beckoned for them to follow hir into the little abode. "Oh, don't worry about the former. We were all selected based on our skills and intelligence and credentials, to be sure, but actually the primary components were resilience, sensibility and, if you can believe it, our sense of humor. You can't take a tiny group of individuals and send them off, forever separating them from the rest of their entire civilization and society and culture, and have them survive if they can't laugh at themselves. There's not much we can't get past."

"Mariposa seems to be buck the trend there..."

Inside was cozy, with some rather amusing inflatable furniture, a data screen that took up nearly an entire wall, and two doors leading to the private bedroom and washroom. It was as bare bones as could be expected, but still remarkably bright and cheerful with a few artful displays of local flowers. "Mariposa is... young," Gosh said carefully. "Brilliant. Dedicated. Driven, even. This couldn't JUST be a mission of retirees and great-grandparents."

"Great-grandparents?! How old ARE you?" Thresha blurted out, wide-eyed.

Shelly and Gosh exchanged glances. "Not a fan of our exploits, is she?" the bobcat winked.

"Just not quite as much as me," Shelly snickered.

"Well, there'll be lots of time for explanations later. Come on, come on, we've got to get some better outfits for you. You two aren't going to be lacking for dance partners or free drinks tonight, I can tell you, although I guess all the drinks will be free. We haven't invented a system of currency yet. We were bandying about with the idea of favours, but Speedy pretty quickly pointed out the flaw in that when he manipulated the system into providing more blowjobs than the market was prepared to offer."

"I think I like this guy," Thresha muttered, following Gosh into the next chamber, which was a bedroom in name only. Bolts of fabric were piled high on one side, while the other seemed to be occupied by enormous vegetables and bubbling lab equipment. "What do you do in your spare time? Try to splice carrots with spandex?"

"It's a... er... hobby," the bobcat said evasively. "Just ignore the veggies and give me your arm. It will be nice to work on someone who's got_more_ brains than boobs..."

---

The fabric came from one of the smaller fabrication plants, a textile machine that really only worked with one synthetic nylon-like substance but could churn out a seemingly endless number of colors and textures. Some were silky and highly reflective, some reminded them of Penny's velvety thighs, and one type in particular was almost indistinguishable from denim. Gosh explained that it was for Vasquez, who had requested an article of clothing known as 'Daisy Dukes'.

Shelly tried to force the unresolved plot points out of hir mind, but it was difficult. Shi knew that canonically they were after the point in the story where the purple feline encountered the strange, possibly alien message in the grass, but so far none of the story's characters had mentioned anything out of the ordinary. Don't mess with the plot! Don't cause paradoxes!

"What do you think, Shell? Is it me?"

Shi glanced over at Thresha, who was posing in a sporty blue outfit with a scandalously short skirt. A sufficiently determined breeze would probably hoist the hem high enough to increase her rating from PG-13 to NC-17. "It's you, babe," shi grinned, tugging at hir own dress, a red number that kept hir significantly more ample curves modestly covered. "Sure the skirt is short enough?"

"Gosh said there's regulations against making it any shorter."

"Awww," Shelly pouted. "We'll just have to find you a hot air vent to stand over."

"Now now, there's no need for that," Gosh said gently. "I'm pretty sure as fetching as you two are, you're not in any danger of being preyed upon."

"Why not?" Thresha insisted, hands on hips. "Eleventy billion miles from Earth, and I still can't turn someone's head?"

"Oh, eyes are turning, don't worry," the bobcat snickered. "But no, it's a safety concern. Our new bodies are, ah... significantly augmented. Vasquez could probably beat any Olympic weightlifter back home, and we've got higher gravity now. One of the bigger Gunners, like Ebony, would be an unacceptable risk."

"What about the Breeders?" Shelly asked politely.

Gosh, who had been re-stacking hir bolts of fabric, knocked over a small work desk and sent countless small seamstress tools skittering and bouncing across the floor. "What? No! No, the Breeders are... ah, currently busy. They probably won't be back until you're gone, which Mariposa tells me should be soon, if your past adventures have been any indication," shi babbled, picking up items hastily.

Thresha and Shelly glanced knowingly at eachother. "Pity," Thresha said sadly. "I've heard so much about them, it was really going to be a pleasure... er, honor to meet them."

"Do you know when, exactly, they'll be back?" Shelly asked innocently, enjoying the look of concern mingled with horror on Gosh's face. "It would mean ever so much to us."

Gosh started to speak, but froze, eyes narrowing. "I didn't just fall off the apple cart yesterday, you know," shi declared, straightening up. "Six kids, twenty-two grandchildren, and according to the data packet from Earth while we were in deep sleep, one hundred and nine great-grandkids. You ain't think I haven't heard that tone of voice before?"

"You look good for your age-" Thresha joked, but was swiftly cut off by Shelly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we all went there in our minds, sweety," the bunny admonished. "But... we really can't meet them? Really? That seems a little... harsh."

Gosh inhaled and sighed. "There's a few good reasons for that, too. They know that they can't engage in any sexual activities with the rest of us, because of their, ah, fertility issues. They could get knocked up in a heartbeat, to say nothing of what they could do to the rest of us. You're not part of the Colony, though, so even that paltry taboo would be out the window. They're chemically, ah... suppressed at the moment, just to get their libido down to non-threatening levels, but it's not easy for them. Or us."

Watching Gosh fiddle with hir fingers, smiling wistfully, Shelly felt a pang of sympathy. "I guess you're not the only one waiting for the day they're allowed to cavort, hmmm? Maybe start adding to the number of grandkids?"

"Me? No!" Gosh blinked. "I mean... I'm not on the approved list for the first round of generational procreation."

"There's a_list?"_ Thresha asked, aghast. "Boy, Valentine's Day is going to be a real party around here. Government-sanctioned love is in the air, and all that."

"It's fine, really," the bobcat said gently. "I'm probably going to be in on the second round, it's just that they need me as a hands-on participant during all of the birthings. There's a lot of responsibility around here, and as much as we try to have fun and not worry, we all know it's there."

"So which one do you have your eyes on?"

"Coenne," Gosh said briskly before clapping hir paws over hir stubby muzzle. "Mrrf! Nothing! You didn't hear that!"

Shelly's grin deepend. "Mmmm, gotta little bit of mink lust, hmmm?"

"Minks?" Thresha asked, tail perking up and lifting her skirt a fraction higher.

"Mmmm hmmm," the violet rabbit nodded. "And big to a degree that would probably make Amber give up altogether."

One of Thresha's eyes rolled back and her tail began to rhythmically thump the wall. "And we're definitely meeting these people, right?"

"Oh, definitely. Definitely."

"No!" Gosh protested. "No-one is meeting the Breeders!"

Shelly laughed, smoothing back hir ears and throwing an arm comfortingly around Gosh's shoulders. "Relax. Let me tell you a little something about how Dissident Love stories usually go..."

---

"Do you see them?"

"I'm trying, I'm trying! You have the same visuals as me, so if you can't see them, I can't see them, either."

"Less talky, more hacky."

"It's not hacking, exactly... there's no security protocols. Like anyone out here is going to try and jack our signal. It's just not designed to do what I'm making it do."

"I'm pretty sure none of us were designed to do what we were re-designed to do. I have faith in you."

"Thanks, Coenne."

"You're welcome. Now hurry up!"

There were a few more silent keystrokes, and Mischa sat back in satisfaction. Six pairs of lungs gasped, and six identical exhalations of intrigued curiosity filled the small room as the ocular lenses over each of their right eyes lit up.

"Ohhh, there they are!"

"They look so... normal!"

"And small!"

"And cute!"

"And really, really out of place," said Tina from the back of the room, where shi took up nearly half of the available floor area. "Shouldn't they be dead? Like, massively uncompromisingly dead from atmospheric toxicity?"

Mischa nodded. "Theoretically, yes. According to all pre-existing evidence... yes. But clearly, with what we can see with our own eyes, no."

"The old axioms are no help," Vail said, shifting back and forth, her breasts shifting like the tides. "When you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. Unfortunately, we're down to the impossible."

"Hardly impossible," Coenne countered. As mission astrophysicist, hir peripheral interests finally seemed to be coming of use. "Alternate universe theory was making incredible progress when we left Earth, some really impressive models indicating symmetrical agencies between-"

"Oh no, I've gone cross-eyed," Rocky drawled in hir faint Cajun accent. Coenne glared at hir, but the assembled Breeders all shared a giggle. "Look, it's obviously not impossible. By rendering the formerly impossible the rank of improbability, and using that as a stepping stone to expound upon further axioms, we can determine-"

"-that alternate universes do exist, intermingling not just Newtonian space and non-linear time, but physical laws determined by... by..." Coenne scratched hir head. "Apparently, determined by the narrative imperative, if their story is true."

"I looked up this Dissident Love guy's characters," Mischa snickered, pulling it up for everyone's oculars. Due to the 'standard' Breeder morphology, paws-free technology was a must. Most of them couldn't see their toes, even with a hand mirror. "If these are the sorts of people he was writing about, it's no wonder he's apparently writing about us."

Pictures of various historical figures popped up alongside tracking Colony security video feeds of Thresha and Shelly walking out of Gosh's cottage. "Whoa, look at them," Claudette murred under hir breath, the huge chocolate hound-taur preening. "Amber O'Malley? I think I heard of her! She made a name for herself as a web-cam model and motivational speaker. She was huge into Hyper's Rights."

"Huge into things, you say?" Tina leered.

"Mind out of the gutter, Tiny," Claudette giggled.

"Tiny?! Come here and say that!"

"I would," Claudette winced, hind-leg reaching around the vast bulk of hir woefully overloaded sac to poke at the gleaming metal band that encircled hir sheath, "if I could. Mischa, any luck getting these things off?"

"No," Mischa frowned. "These things actually WERE designed with security in mind. Really, really simple security."

"Isn't that good? For us?"

"A bank vault is, in it's own way, very simple security. That actually makes it_more_ effective."

"Dang." Behind that sheath-ring, Claudette's sheath bulged outwards, a slow steady expansion that pushed the entire mound of hir undercarriage forwards. "This is really getting annoying."

There was a period of adjustment for the four herms present, as they all adjusted themselves around their restraints, while the two female Breeders looked on sympathetically... and hungrily.

"How long do we have to stay in this room?"

"Mariposa said 'until the end of time'."

"Awwwww! That sucks!" Rocky pouted. "We were having Jell-O tonight."

---

Meeting the Heavies was an awe-inspiring moment for the two visitors, and if it hadn't been for Penny they might have been simply overcome with shock.

After leaving Gosh's cottage, there was a brief scuffle between Speedy and Hudson over who got to escort them out to the hangars. While both Gunners wrestled with a speed and energy that should have been accompanied by special effects, explosions and flattened cars, Hudson eventually gained the upper hand by simply drop-kicking Speedy more than twenty feet down the path.

"THIS ISN'T OVER!" the lynx cried weakly, standing up in the distance and shedding clumps of dirt and interwoven grasses. "THIS... ISN'T... I need a massage..."

"You REALLY didn't need to do that!" Shelly gasped, horrified. "I mean, he was just... trying to help..."

"Eh, he's fine," the badger grinned, trying to suppress the urge to flex. He was of a far more Herculean build than the deadly feline, and was finally living in the body he'd always wanted. "We do this all the time, and we heal like nobody's business. Broken bones only take a good night's sleep."

"If you're sure," the bunny said doubtfully. "That still looked a little harsh."

"Babe, men are fighting over you," Thresha chided hir, shaking hir shoulders gently. "Men who are quite literally one in a million. The best of the best. ACTUAL. ROCKET. SCIENTISTS."

"Aerospace scientist, technically," Hudson preened, raking his fingers back through his hair and almost entirely accidentally showing off his biceps. "Surprisingly, rockets as the name originally implies are almost hardly ever used anymore in modern applications-"

Thresha grabbed one plate-sized paw, Shelly grabbed the other, and they both waved goodbye to Gosh. "Fascinating!" the shark piped merrily, steering him away from the cluster of cottages. "So I guess being a rocket scientist isn't quite as impressive as it used to be?"

Hudson chuckled, happy to have two such pretty ladies on his arms. "Sorry, I get a little professor-y at times."

"Oooo, a teacher. Naughty."

"Thresha!"

"What? It's not like I'm trying to get the answer to next week's big test."

"If you make a cramming joke, I'll never forgive you."

"I'm not going to do that now..."

The towering badger snickered, leading them through the gap in the stygian black energy-absorbing perimeter wall and out of the colony. "You two should fit right in here, if you do end up staying," he said. "It's kind of incredible how fast everyone's gotten used to the idea. Another two smiling faces should keep us all from getting Space Madness."

"I don't think we'll be here for too long," Shelly said with a touch of sadness. "We just keep bouncing from story to story."

"Oh? And what's next on your journey?"

The bunny pursed hir lips. "Not sure. There's a few. Superhero story, post-apocalyptic story, but that one kinda scares me... there's a pretty gay one with a hyper coyfox, and there's a fantasy one with a REALLY hung taur... what else..."

Hudson laughed, nearly yanking both girls off their feet. "Sounds like quite the writer! This world seems pretty dull, by comparison."

Rounding the huge circular wall, the twin hangars hove into view along with the six Heavies lounging through the hottest part of the day. Backset by the darkening purple sky and the green mountains in the distance, both girls were stunned by their casual majesty.

"Yes," Thresha said through numb lips. "Dull. That's what you are."

"Golly," Shelly added helpfully, tugging at hir skirt.

Sammo, looking like an enormous, sated dragon resting atop his hoard of gold, turned his head to face the two girls and waved, even though they were more than a hundred yards away still. "Howdy," he said, speaking softly but still easily heard. "Sorry if we don't get up."

Hudson slowed his pace. "The Heavies keep over-heating in this current atmosphere. When we get the food tanks finished we'll be able to produce stuff to fix that, but right now they're just BIG LAZY JERKS WHO SPEND ALL SAY SLEEPING," he finished, at high volume.

Nicole, the nine-storey tall wombat, sat partially up and glared at them. "I'mma goosh you when I figure out which one of you said that," shi grunted, thick Aussie accent very noticeable. "We work our asses off all night."

"Sure, Boomer," came a voice from the pile of macros. "A likely story."

"Don't call me that," Nicole, aka Boomer, said, raising one arm and letting it fall, heavily, onto someone's head.

Shelly and Thresha made polite introductions with all six once they were closer, but still at a safe distance. Sammo the wingless dragon, Chuck the rhino, Grimes the mule deer (now with a headache), Koko the bulldog, Polly the lioness, and last but certainly not least Nicole the wombat. "Shi got the Breeder programming while shi was in deep sleep," Shelly stage- whispered to Thresha, making bunny-ears with hir paws. "'Accidentally'."

"I, uh.... didn't notice," Thresha quavered. Boomer was nearly twice as tall as Penny, and far more heavily proportioned, but even all of that was badly out-scaled by the immensity of hir nethers. Dull gray shorts were stretched across three mounds each bigger than moving vans, shifting back and forth with each breath. Just beyond them, a bosom proportionally about the same size as Shelly's once again blocked out Nicole's face. "Shi looks... nice."

"Nice?" Boomer echoed, shifting one of hir legs and shifting everything several yards higher. "Been a while since I've been 'nice'..."

"You certainly weren't nice last night," Sammo laughed, nudging hir with his taloned foot.

"You loved it," shi retorted tiredly.

"So you keep telling me."

"Can we climb hir?" Thresha asked, already walking forwards before being stopped by the implacable anchor of Hudson's arm. She yanked mightily, but only succeeded in pulling herself completely off of her feet, left dangling like a mouse. "Is that a no?"

"They're not amusement park rides," he said sympathetically. "And they need their rest. When the sun goes down, they'll perk up. They're going to be at the festivities tonight, and a lot more conversational, so don't worry."

"And the Breeders?" Shelly asked hopefully.

Hudson blinked. "Brave souls, aren't you. I... don't know if they're allowed out of confinement right now. They're a little... dangerous right now."

"I can handle a little peril!" Thresha piped up.

"Me too! We can face the peril together!" Shelly added.

"No, it's too perilous," Hudson said firmly, but they could tell his heart wasn't in it.

"Awww!" the mountainous pile of Heavies chorused. Thresha saw an arm sneak out of the pile, heavily muscled and grey, to rest comfortably across Boomer's sac, and shi giggled.

They've got a lot of rules here, shi thought to hirself, but they're not happy about it. I guess there's only one thing for a grrl to do.

---

The festivities were held at the huge outdoor amphitheatre to the west of the Colony, close enough to the ocean to hear the waves lapping at the deep, gold-and-black sands. There were mounded earthworks providing seating for more than a thousand people, and this was just the preliminary construct made to serve the first few generations. There were plans for larger, artificial structures that could house ten thousand or more.

Thresha and Shelly spun in the centre of it, lights from high atop the rammed earth bleachers casting their shadows in a dozen directions. "This is like being in the half time show at the Super Cup!" the shark squealed. "I wish there were more people to applaud my fabulous moves!"

The small crowd of less than a dozen colonists were gathered around a huge table, laid out with a smorgasbord of foods that were all processed from compressed algae tablets, food coloring and freeze-dried flavor packets. There was music of a style that neither girl could really place, sounding like a peculiar mixture of Bach and Howlin' Wolf. "Apparently this was Top Ten music when they left," Shelly chuckled. "I can't tell if I should dance, or cry into my beer."

"I kinda like it! It's funky and mellow, and there's layers I haven't heard in above-water music before. And yeah, it's kinda depressing," she snickered. "I'm gonna go see if they have anything happier."

The Heavies were up and about now, each one sitting up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed against the enormous bleachers, using them as elbow rests. Several furtive glances were cast Boomer's way, as sitting cross-legged did little more than place hir endowments on a pedestal. Shi was currently using hir lap as a kitchen table, complete with a large red-and-white gingham tablecloth.

"So what do you think?"

"About what?"

"About the Breeders."

"What about them?"

The extradimensional visitors sighed. "It would have been nice."

"It probably would have been the last experience of our lives, to hear them talk."

"Not with Dissident Love at the helm!"

"Yeah, that's a thin hope to hold onto."

"Spoilsport."

They finished spinning, more than a little dizzy, and wandered over to the table to a round of cheers and applause. The colonists wore fine garments, of three or four different varieties but each with a unique color. Even Mariposa seemed to be enjoying herself, the four-armed roo wearing a fetching baby blue dress that showed off her shapely legs, her chestnut hair let loose and flowing to her shoulders, and setting off her enormous eyes like jewels.

Both girls nearly froze in their tracks when Mariposa smiled at them.

"Ok, something's up," Shelly said.

"I'm scared," Thresha added.

Mariposa rolled her eyes, something she was very well-suited to doing. "Haa haa," she smiled. "I know I can be a little... inanimate carbon rod up the ass, at times."

"Only when you're with other people," Guido piped up. "Or alone."

"Fuck you, Guido," she said pleasantly. "Don't make me pull rank."

"Ma'am, yes, ma'am! No, ma'am!"

"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me... I want to dance." Mariposa reached out with her lower paws and took Thresha's and Shelly's.

The sharkgirl looked doubtful. "You can... dance, to this music?"

The 'roo frowned. "Good point," she nodded, tapping her ocular with a free hand. The music changed instantly to... well... something upbeat, at the very least.

"How would you describe this?" the shark pondered, head tilted to one side.

"Neoclassical punk zydeco... rockabilly?" Shelly hazarded.

"We just call him Silva, actually," Mariposa giggled. "He was quite the virtuoso when we left. Is this suitable for dancing?"

Several colonists were already shaking various body parts, and the heavies were tapping their paws and providing a level of bone-vibrating bass that no speakers could match. As per the repeated warnings from nearly everyone else, the girls had been watching out for Speedy, in case he planned to add anything to the large punch bowls, but so far they hadn't seem him attempt anything.

In fact,_Thresha noticed as the tiny but deceptively strong Medico led them onto the grassy plain of dancers, _I haven't seen Speedy for an hour. Him or... what's her face... Vasquez. Huh! I thought they didn't like eachother! I guess romance really is in the air...

---

"I hate you."

"Heard that before," Speedy smirked. "And yet you keep... coming... back."

Vasquez tried to smother the smile spreading across her muzzle, but it was no use. "You always were an asshole," she grunted. "Remind me to punch you if we survive this."

"I'll put a pin in that, sure. In the meantime, could you help me out here?"

The two irascible felines made their way swiftly through the colony. Vasquez was operating entirely by memory and by tracking Speedy's pawsteps with her hyper-acute ears, as she had one eye closed, the other focused on the data swirling through her ocular. "Working on it. This isn't like it was back home. This is all ground-up software. No re-releases, no endless revisions, no loose strands of spaghetti code anyone with half a lobe could hack. It's like trying to break into a ball-bearing."

"There's only one sure way to break into a ball-bearing," Speedy grunted as they approached the Life Sciences structure, the largest building in the colony in deference to its most common inhabitants.

"What's that, with a jackhammer?"

"Close."

There was a change in Speedy's voice, a strain of effort, and she opened her other eye just in time to see the lynx swing a huge slab of metal, a replacement landing strut from one of the orbital shuttles, at the side of the building. Not the door, which was exceptionally sturdy, but at the wall, one of any number of prefabricated panels that all such buildings were made from. It split down the middle like a piece of balsa wood, and the strut struck the floor with a reverberating clang that set their teeth quaking in their jaws.

Vasquez reached up and flicked off the ocular, crossing her arms under her chest. "Subtle. Nice and subtle."

Speedy tossed the half-ton slab of metal back over his shoulder, where it landed in the darkness with a dense thud. "That's my middle name. That, and 'handsome'."

The room beyond the shattered carbon fibre square was dimly lit, and seemed to black out altogether a moment later. It took the felines a moment to figure out that it was not due to the power going out, but to the vast dimensions of one of the room's occupants.

Tina hunkered down slightly to see below the lip of the hole. "Uhm..." shi said nervously. "You rang?"

"Party invitations!" Speedy proclaimed, holding out his paw, tail humming nervously. "We were afraid you didn't get any."

"Now when he says 'get any'," came a voice from beyond Tina's barrel.

"Come on, ladies," he said gallantly. "You're fashionably late."

---

"THIS MUSIC IS ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD!"

"YEAH, IT KINDA GROWS ON YOU!"

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING?"

"I'M NOT YELLING, I'M TALKING PERFECTLY NORMALLY!"

"WHAT?"

The party seemed to have contracted considerably, with the Heavies closing the distance and surrounding the grassy little grotto at the centre of the amphitheatre, forming a six-sided wall of warm, hyper-strong flesh. The speakers had been dragged in closer, along with the lights, and the polite shimmying and gyrating had transcended politeness.

"THESE PEOPLE LOOSEN UP PRETTY GOOD!"

"I TOLD YOU! OLD SOULS, NEW BODIES!"

"AND WHAT BODIES!"

Shelly and Thresha, the shortest people at the party by a good foot and in many cases by two or three, found themselves bounced between dance partners with breathtaking speed. The music was pounding like twin heartbeats, here out of rhythm, there in perfect sync. It was intoxicating in it's own way, making it hard to think or focus on anything except that which was directly in front of them.

Right now, that was Ebony's front clad in an almost dainty, frilly white dress that left very little to the imagination, and Lister's backside, the voluptuous coongirl wearing a pair of Vasquez's too-small denim shorts.

"I COULD GET USED TO THIS PLACE!"

"MY PAWS HURT!"

Thresha grinned, slipping behind her love and snuggling up to hir, steadying hir. "I got you, babe," she whispered into the bunny's ear, giving it a little nibble that moved down to the base of hir neck.

The normally inexhaustible Shelly sagged gratefully, shimmying against the lithe sharkgirl. "How are they still going? I'm all geneticamally engineered and junk, and I'm feeling it in my joints."

"You're a first-gen model, honey. Early adopter. These people are Version Two Hundred Point Oh."

"I'm obsolete," Shelly pouted, grabbing shamelessly at hir breasts and giving them a squeeze, much to the approval of the colonists around hir. "Well, time to return me to the store, babe. Upgrade me for a newer model."

"Never!" Thresha protested, one hand joining the very inviting two-paw party up top, the other slipping down to hir skirts and giving the heavy bulges there a little grope. "I like the early models! All the little kinks and quirks..."

"Little?"

"Oh, don't start THAT again...!"

Looking up, it was difficult to cope with the fact that not only were they dancing in a small, sweaty throng of exotic, perfect physical specimens, but the Heavies smiling beatifically down at them somehow made the scene even more surreal. Their immense features were cast strange by the spotlights, but to a one they were grinning, occasionally swirling a finger through the dancers as though stirring a drink, waltzing and twirling and spinning the much smaller partygoers.

"Have you seen Speedy?" Thresha asked, pressed snugly against Shelly's plump posterior, swaying in time with the bendy bunny.

"No, thankfully! He hasn't had a chance to punch the spike!" Shelly frowned, licked hir muzzle, and tried again. "Spike the punch. I... suddenly don't think that's true..."

"Isn't the absence of Speedy usually evidence of wrongdoing? He seems like the type."

"Yeah, but... maybe he's just off with someone."

"Yeah, probably. Vasquez is missing."

Shelly stiffened. "You're right," shi said, suddenly nervous. "Uh oh."

"I thought you_liked_ his sort of mischief?"

"Oh, I do, I do," the bunny giggled. "I'm just thinking, what sort of mischief would happen in a Dissident Love story?"

"... uh oh," Thresha agreed.

"See?"

The ring of Heavies were focused on the tiny dancers, naughty swaying slowly transitioning yet further to what could be considered mild foreplay. Sascha and Renfrew were both grinding gamely up against Ebony, who was rapidly outgrowing hir skirt, while Guido and Kelly, the remarkably similar and over-endowed equines, were framing Lister and giving her quite the ride. Shelly and Thresha goggled, watching Mariposa slow-dance with the tall, lethal-looking cougar, her upper two arms on her shoulders, lower two on her rump...

"Oh, there's Vasquez!" Shelly said with relief. "See? She's with Mariposa."

"And there's Speedy, dancing with Gosh!"

"Dunno how we didn't see them before."

"Yeah, no kidding, eh? Hey, who's that dancing with Hudson?"

"And why does Hudson look so surprised?"

"Oh, that's... that's... oh my holy hell..."

Hudson, who had been thoroughly enjoying his almost-entirely-but-not-quite fruit-flavored punch all night, was leaning against a gorgeous, silvery minkette. Shi was substantially shorter than he, but due to the vast mass nearly obscuring hir legs, he was forced to lean over to the point where he could comfortably rest his head on hir shoulder. They twirled slowly, acquiring more and more curious and vaguely terrified glances from the other dancers.

"Coenne?" Mariposa squeaked, paws shaking.

The other Breeders seemed to materialize out of the darkness between the Heavies. They were wearing variations on the standard colony overalls, brown-ish grey and unremarkable, but stretched across their outlandish bodies they still seemed to be dressed for the festivities. Despite their respective sizes, they moved with a sinuous, predatory grace, working their way into the small groups of dancers.

"No!" Mariposa snapped, rearing up to her full, unimpressive height and literally stamping a foot indignantly. "You can't be here! Return to the Life Sciences building now!"

Several seconds passed, and not one soul gave the impression of having heard her. Gosh had joined Coenne and Hudson, the violet herm embracing the immensely-endowed Breeder from behind, hir paws resting on the mink's thigh-thick sheath. Ebony was still attached to Renfrew, but now Claudette was embracing them both, the chocolate-colored lab-taur herm working carefully to move hir hind legs around hir eight ponderously swollen testes.

Rocky was cuddled up with Sascha now, the pair of them leaning against Heavy Sammo's scaly belly and already passed first base and heading for second. The towering herm-doe had pinned the stout Siberian tiger by the shoulders, his entire body from the belly-button down obscured by hir sac, but it appeared that escape was the last thing on his mind. Vail and Mischa, the pure-female Breeders, were attempting to slow-dance with eachother, but due to their gravity-defying breasts were barely even able to hold hands. Guido, Kelly and Lister were gravitating towards them, a scene that Thresha dearly wanted to see the conclusion of.

"Hey, I think we're down one?"

"Hello," came a high, sweet voice from almost directly above them.

Earlier that day, the girls had been awestruck by standing so close to Ebony that they seemed capable of fitting beneath the big bear's bosom; with this particular skunktaur, there was no 'seemed' about it. They looked up and saw the underside of a colony-grey sports bra, glossy black-furred flesh squeezing out in several place.

Tina coughed apologetically and took a step back, exposing hir pretty, concerned face and the starry sky above them. "Sorry about that," the enormous Breeder demurred. "I can't really see where I'm going all the time."

Shelly clutched at Thresha's paw so hard it almost hurt, but the shark was used to that, thankful for her resiliently bendy bones. "So... this is Tina," she managed, trying to sound casual. "I think I can see what all the fuss is about."

"Hi," Tina said again, wagging hir fingers nervously and smiling. Shi was taller than the other non-Heavy colonists, except perhaps for Rocky, hir long and plush hindbody stretching nearly fifteen feet into the distance. Perhaps even more striking was the mass of hir tail swishing back and forth, fluffy in the extreme and larger than the entirety of Tina's body.

As one, both girls lowered their eyes to TIna's forelegs, and it was Shelly's turn to keep Thresha upright when the shark's knees nearly went out. "Oh," she said weakly. "I see."

Tina giggled, one fluffy forepaw lifting up to pat at a sheath that took up nearly all of the room between hir belly and the ground, stretching the entire length of hir barrel. "I see my reputation precedes me," shi laughed, covering hir muzzle with hir other paw. "And here, I know hardly anything about you."

"SPEEDY!" Mariposa was continuing to shout. "VASQUEZ! ONE WEEK! DUNGEON!"

"We don't have a dungeon!"

"YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING BUILD ONE!"

The colossal, yet somehow dainty, skunk-taur took another step closer, kneeling slightly to bring hirself more down to Thresha and Shelly's level. Shi reached out to them, eyes wide and inviting. "Would you care to be my first dance in... two hundred years?"

"Do it!" stage-whispered Boomer, snickering madly to one side, hir own very ample bosom looming menacingly. "I'm living vicariously through y'all!"

Thresha leaned to the side, catching a peculiar glint of metal. Tina's body was unclothed, as many taurs often were, but there was a band of gleaming metal near the front of hir sheath, squeezing it considerably. It didn't take her very long to guess its purpose. "Is that for your safety, or ours?" she snickered.

Tina sighed and reached back with a forepaw to stroke that ring. "Yes?" shi winked. "I just think they were a little bit worried about unauthorized Breeding. As though the brightest minds on Earth don't have any self-control..."

There was a bone-rattling moan, and the girls turned to see Sascha and Gosh no longer strictly 'dancing' with Coenne, with Mariposa trying to pry the amorous minkette off of the taller colonists.

"Coenne always was the frisky one," Tina said arily. "Come on, dance with me!"

Dancing with Tina was a little bit tricky, considering the height differences, and the fact that if either girl were close enough to properly embrace hir, the sheer perky volume of the skunktaur's breasts made it so shi could no longer see them. In the end, the heavily-modified taur decided to take matters into hir own hands, kneeling down as much as shi could and scooping both girls up as though they weighed no more than feathers, bringing them up to hir eye-level. Of course, this meant the only reachable territory for Shelly or Thresha was Tina's bosom, filling their arms even more than Cindy could have managed.

"Does this still count as dancing?" Thresha laughed, her toes dangling a couple feet above the ground. "I feel like a teddy-bear shark. Do they have those?"

"I had a squeaky-shark when I was a pup!" Tina said excitedly. When Thresha's eyes widened in alarm, shi had to laugh. "Don't worry, I'm not going to squeeze you like that! Unless you want me to..."

"Hey, she's my squeaky toy!" Shelly protested, hir eyes sparkling.

"Now, now, hon, let's not be hasty here," Thresha purred, reaching across to squeeze Shelly's paw, and just coincidentally brushing her palms across Tina's large and rapidly- hardening nipples. "Shi's just being friendly."

"Yeah!" Tina agreed hastily. "Friendly!"

Mariposa was marching from group to group, trying to reason with them, plead with them, physically remove them, but it was plain from her expression that was a losing battle. She produced a hypo from somewhere and had given Claudette and Coenne an injection of something, but whatever its intended effect, it didn't seem to be working. When she marched up to Tina, blinking in bemusement at the suspended figured of Shelly and Tina, her voice was filled with resignation. "And I don't suppose anything's happening here, either?"

"Nope!"

"Nope!"

"Not yet!"

Tina and Thresha stared at Shelly, who just grinned back. "What? I'm being realistic here. I've been reading these stories for years."

The skunktaur's vast tail swished, sounding like a swarm of angry bees. "So you really do think that you're in a story? Being written by this Dissident Love fellow? Do you think this whole Universe is his creation, or is he just channeling information, perhaps experiencing some sort of group consciousness somehow avoiding the time paradox, from a completely disparate Universe? Because these characters, Myles and Amber and Loreli, did truly exist according to our archives, and-"

Despite having a body built for the sort of sin that entirely new religions might need to be created for, Tina could not hide the consummate nerd deep within. When shi felt hir squeezable new friends quivering with laughter, shi had to sigh and grin sheepishly. "Sorry, I get caught up in research."

"We don't know exactly what's going on, but trust me when I say his stories are always a LOT of fun!"

"Not too much fun!" Mariposa snapped. "Not... THAT sort of fun!"

Tina bent over slightly and stuck hir tongue out at the Chief Medico. "And what sort of fun do you expect me to have, anyways? I'm clamped down like a sheepdog in a hurricane," shi grumped, waggling hir hindquarters towards the moon-eyed 'roo. "Do you have ANY idea how backed up I get when I start thinking about... uhm... stuff?"

"I'm sorry, but it's for your own protection..."

"AND MINE!" called Speedy's voice from the far side of the Heavy-walled dance floor.

Tina howled with laughter, giving hir constricted sheath a lewd grope. "Come on, Speedy, you know you want it!"

"IN MY DREAMS!"

"So you're saying I have to get you when you're asleep? Unconventional, but not impossible..."

"EEK!"

Mariposa looked to be on the verge of exploding, four tiny fists shaking with suppressed rage. Shelly and Tina only giggled harder, but Thresha, an expert at defusing the living bombs that were her friends and lovers, took sympathy. She reached up and tweaked Tina's ear, whispering softly to the enormously fertile taur; a moment later she was placed carefully on her feet, a little sad that she was no longer pressed bodily against the luscious mass of buxom skunkflesh, but hopeful for the future.

"Thresh?" Shelly asked curiously, still grinding hir hips absently against Tina's bust.

Thresha waved hir away absently, walking up to the pretty but catastrophically over-stressed doctor. "I'm only going to say this once," she purred calmly, locking eyes with the roo. Mariposa stared right back, boring through the shark with terrible intensity, but the brilliant and gifted young surgeon was not prepared for Thresha's particular style of psychotherapy.

The shark struck, one silvery paw slipping through her flailing arms to gently grip the back of her head, the other running down the roo's back and settling comfortably onto her rump, preventing any possible escape as Thresha threw all of her considerable passion into a lustful, toe-curling kiss.

A cheer went up from the dancers, echoed and amplified by the Heavies, to be redoubled when Mariposa's four arms slowly unstiffened, wrapping around Thresha from all angles and squeezing her tight. Her eyes softened and closed, no longer merely prey for the amorous shark but throwing herself wholly into it, kissing back with a genetically-enhanced strength that literally took Thresha's breath away. Their matching thick, muscular tails twined, little moans and whimpers rising from the pair.

"Does she do that a lot?" Tina asked, eyes wide, breathing quickly.

"She's like a magical fairy," Shelly snickered, watching Thresha work her wiles. "Bringing peace and love and, oh, yes, and side-boob gropes to all the good little boys and girls that need it."

When their lips eventually parted, to a final round of applause, Mariposa seemed to deflate in Thresha's arms, resting her head on the shark's shoulder and spending several long moments just panting. "You ok?" Thresha asked, concerned. _They don't usually faint after that!_she thought.

"I just want_everyone_ to be ok," Mariposa murmured, almost a whimper. "Is that so bad? There's so many problems... I just want everyone to be safe."

"Everyone else wants the same thing," Thresha reassured the worried 'roo. "Everyone is working towards the same goal. You don't need to be responsible for EVERYthing. Everyone's in this together. You're a_team."_

Mariposa sniffled and nodded. "I know."

"Then try to lead by example. Take care of yourself. You'll be ok, too..."

The Medico heaved a sigh again, and looked up at the comforting traveller. "Thank you," she said, oversized eyes huge with relief. "I... sometimes... I just..."

"OK, that's enough therapy!" Tina proclaimed, swooping down and scooping up Thresha and Mariposa as though they weighed nothing, hugging all three girls to hir breasts. "We came here to DANCE, and we're going to DANCE, dammit!"

The Breeders whooped, each one surrounded by a small group of other colonists eager to make their acquaintance, and most of the little clusters snuggled up protectively to a smirking Heavy. Grimes already had his enormous machine-shovel hands down, shielding Coenne, Gosh and Sascha from prying eyes... except his own, of course, which were wide with amazement.

"Now when you say 'dance'," Shelly grinned, hir silken paws roaming freely over Tina's expansive breasts.

"Mmmmm," the skunktaur moaned softly, eyes half-lidded, hir tail shuddering behind them. "It's definitely been way too long."

"A couple centuries of cold shower will do that," Thresha chortled.

"The sleep pods are actually quite warm, slightly above body temperature-"

"Mariposa, shut up!" Tina howled with laughter, squeezing the three girls in so tight that glossy, ebon cleavage seemed to billow up all around them, craning hir neck forward far enough to kiss the Chief Medico. "You're supposed to be enjoying yourself, remember?"

"Yes," Mariposa said weakly, one eye rolling back from that kiss.

"Can ah help?" came a pleasant, if loud, voice.

"Well, sure, but who... where are... oh, it's EEP!"

The sudden acceleration drove all of their bellies into their toes, but a moment later the four dizzy revelers found themselves on solid ground again, or mostly-solid at the very least. Shelly was gasping, ears twitching nervously and looking around in a mild panic. "What the hell was that?!"

"Hallo," came that laconic drawl once again, an enormous tawny-grey hand waving politely at them from high above. "Sorry, it was just hard to see y'all down there..."

Tina set the girls down on Boomer's tummy, turning in a slow circle and keeping hir tail protectively close. "Wow! Maybe I'll set my cottage up here. Quite the view."

"Ah'm not a condo!" Nicole protested with an unexpectedly girlish giggle. The ten-story wombat might be a Heavy, but the colonists remembered the shy, surprisingly short former astronaut who had climbed into that colossal sleep pod so many years ago. The nickname of Boomerang had been shortened to Boomer as a joke, given hir demure nature and soft voice, but in hir new position as supersized laborer, and especially with hir Breeder cross-programming, it had stuck. "Ah just wanted a better view!"

Tina scoffed, staring at the underside of Boomer's impressively full breasts, each as large as the hover-skimmer that had picked up Shelly and Thresha. "You still can't see us, though!" shi pointed out.

The thick shaggy fur beneath their feet shifted and Boomer's broad, honest face hove into view like a rising moon, eyes sparkling with mischief over hir bikini-clad bust. "Better?"

"Yes!" came a chorus of replies, not all of which were from the crowd assembled on Boomer's tummy. Many of the other Heavies had become private patios, the much smaller colonists lounging or snuggling or, in a few cases, progressing well beyond snuggling.

Thresha and Shelly clung to eachother, still trying to process their new surroundings. Tina loomed over them both, hir surprisingly slender black hands flapping excitedly as shi slowly rotated. Mariposa's eyes were still unfocused, her jaw working silently as her bookish, responsible side, what most people would consider her ONLY side, warred with the desire to enjoy everyone and everything that her body could do. She had suppressed countless urges in order to reach the top of her chosen field, the youngest Seed Of Life colonist ever, and the iron grip clutching protectively at her lusts was loosening, one finger at a time.

Tina felt out carefully with hir hindlegs, glanced around in order to watch for any interfering traffic, and rolled heavily onto hir side with a glorious sigh of relief. "Whooof, there we go," shi purred, waggling hir taur paws languidly. "That's a lot of weight to carry around all day, you know?"

Mariposa turned to see the vast skunktaur petting shamelessly at hir almost comically-oversized sheath, flesh twitching with malicious intent to either side of the chrome steel ring that kept hir under wraps. The roo's eyes started to twitch again, and she took a single step away from the dangerously amorous Breeder...

... and ran right into Thresha and Shelly, who gently steered her back towards Tina. "Now now," Thresha said reassuringly. "You wanted to enjoy yourself, didn't you?"

"Yes?" Mariposa squeaked, digging in her heels but powerless against Shelly's impetus.

"And doesn't that look enjoyable?" Shelly added helpfully.

"No?"

Tina pouted, a hurt look on hir pretty face. "There goes my self-esteem," shi wailed melodramatically, throwing hirself onto hir back like a petulant teenager, paws grabbing at hir sheath to keep from spraining something. "I may never recover!"

"Now you've hurt hir feelin's!" Boomer tittered, tummy quaking beneath them.

"You stay out of this!" Mariposa snapped, stamping her feet.

"EEK! That tickles!"

The skunktaur wiggled seductively on hir back, hir tail thumping weightily against the distant but also unnervingly large mounds of Boomer's hermness, themselves barely concealed by half an acre of stretchy fabric. "Me, or her?"

"All of you!" the immense wombat laughed, struggling to keep hir jiggling to a minimum. "I din't used to be this ticklish when I was small! I was... nnnnf, ok, Tina, now it's mostly you!"

The three tiny anthros watched Tina's tail moving back and forth across Boomer's loins like a truck-sized feather duster, and the Heavy's seemingly inexorable response. It was strangely difficult to make out details, despite their size and proximity; it reminded Thresha of watching a sunrise, but instead of the distant star cresting the horizon, it was Boomer's nethers swelling with arousal. The soughing of fur against fabric filled their ears as the muted outline of hir shaft thickened by feet rather than inches, pushing higher over the twin slopes of hir sac.

"Don't start nothin' yer not prepared to finish," Boomer warned, but there was a lusty rumble in hir voice.

Tina's eyes were as big as Mariposa's, watching the effect hir heavy tail had on Boomer's anatomy. "Now I know why everyone gets nervous around_me_!" shi snickered, feeling up hir own bloating sheath, still pinched awkwardly at the midpoint. "Hey, how come YOU don't have to wear one of these?!"

"Ah've been too tired to think about sex," Boomer grinned, resting one hand on the building-sized bulk of hir shaft, which still seemed to be very soft and still showed no sign of slowing its expansion. "That, and I don't want to be known as the world's first natural disaster."

"No fair," shi huffed, raking hir blunted claws through hir own thinning fur. Hir sheath stretched the full distance of hir barrel now, forcing apart hir hindlegs and bumping up against hir forelegs, and was so full that shi was having difficulty getting hir legs all the way around its girth. The steel ring at the midpoint was making high-pitched beeping noises, and was nearly swallowed up by the overinflated flesh to either side. "Ow... this may have been a bad idea... ow... owie owie owie..."

Thresha squeezed Mariposa's paw. "Can you do anything about that?"

"Ow..."

The roo shook her head. "Not right now, my tabs are back at the colony. I was trying to take a night off from work..."

"Owie..."

"It can only be disabled remotely?" Shelly asked in a worried tone.

"Ouch...!"

"Yes, for... security purposes," Mariposa said slowly, feeling a little ashamed of the measures she had implemented. "If you give me a minute, I'm sure I can-"

"OW!"

Mariposa didn't get a chance to finish her thought, and fortunately there was no need for it. With a high, crystalline sound, like a priceless diamond splitting in half, the protective ring snapped. Both pieces flew off into the darkness, buzzing angrily with kinetic energy, followed an instant later by Tina's bellowing roar of relief.

"Do we run?" Thresha asked.

"Towards, or away?" Shelly countered.

Mariposa said nothing, simply kicking her feet uselessly as she struggled to escape.

"Oh, that feels so much BETTER," Tina moaned softly, patting at hirself as though searching for damage. "That's going to be a bruise in the morning, let me tell you, but right now this is HEAVEN."

"Is it just me, or is 'heaven' still growing?" Thresha swallowed.

Tina shifted onto hir side once more, hir tail still massaging Boomer's lap. Hir sheath was now every bit as large as hir barrel, and with each breath it seemed to fill up and out just a little more. "It's sort of a Breeder thing," shi explained, almost demurely. "I... might have gone a little overboard."

"NO KIDDING!" came a voice floating out of the distance.

"SHUT UP, SPEEDY!" Tina fired back.

"Can he be next?" Shelly asked innocently. Tina nodded excitedly.

Boomer rumbled beneath them, a purring that reminded the extra-dimensional girls of a diesel truck idling. "Ah don't think I'm going to be stopping anything with a cold shower tonight, ladies," shi warned pleasantly, still lazily stroking the intimidating mass of hir maleness. "Don't worry, though. I won't get any in yer hair..."

"That was my worry, yes," Mariposa managed to speak through her clenched teeth. "Maybe if they just get it out of their system tonight, I can re-institute the protocols tomorrow-"

This time it was Shelly that spun the 'roo around, locked eyes with her, and tried to smother her protests with hir lips. Thresha watched, tapping her fingers against her teeth, sharing an amused grin with Tina and slowly sidling closer to the plus-sized skunktaur. "I think we've found a medical treatment that finally works on your Chief," she winked.

"We will be sure to administer it to her hourly, or as required," Tina giggled, hir forepaws now kneading the cuff of hir sheath. "Are restraints required?"

"Maybe! Usually people in positions of power like to be tied up..."

Shelly eventually released hir grip on Mariposa, but the four-armed doctor was still twined limply around the violet rabbit. "Are we going to have any further arguments, young lady?" the herm asked, hands on hips.

"N'm," Mariposa mumbled, two of her paws wandering down to Shelly's abundant rump.

"That's better." Shi looked over to check on Thresha, and actually blushed. "Oh, my..."

The scantily-clad shark was kneeling up against Tina's flanks, hands and mouth and even her tail carefully massaging the inky black cloud of fur. The skunktaur's sheath wasn't nearly as impressive anymore, but that was because it was partially retracted, stretched wide open by a soft black column of flesh that nearly obscured the rest of Tina's body. Hir shaft extended a good five feet beyond hir forepaws, and continued to inch forwards in brief twitches.

Tina lay on hir side, running hir paws across hir glossy skin and covering hirself with kisses. "Thanks," shi panted breathlessly, hir own eyes wide with disbelief. "That was starting to get a little awkward!"

Thresha embraced as much of the taur's delightfully oversized cock as she could, but her arms couldn't even get all the way around. "My pleasure," she moaned, nipping at it with practiced skill, enjoying the sight of each tiny bite causing a sudden, throbbing expansion. "What do you think, Shell? Penny versus Tina?"

"Who's Penny?" Tina asked, hir competitive streak rising. "And give me a few minutes, I've got more to give!"

"No doubt," Shelly murred, pulling Mariposa over next to Thresha. Tina's four legs were hugging tightly at hir hermness, and much further down hir tail swung weightily back and forth, still brushing up against Boomer's shorts. "Is your tail bigger?"

"In a manner of speaking," Tina replied shortly, grunting with the effort of lifting hir tail and drawing it closer. It settled with a dense thud alongside the girls, eliciting a faint whoof of impact from Boomer as well as a definite liquid gurgling from its furry depths. "I _am_a Breeder, after all."

Even in the darkness it was clear that the over-endowed skunktaur was more tail than anything else, and that was certainly saying something given hir rapidly-hardening cock. Shelly, who had read ahead somewhat in these stories, was already murmuring soft nothings to hirself and running hir hands over the surprisingly solid tail, while Mariposa, who had conducted all of the bio-scans on the Breeders, was whimpering slightly. "Why so nervous?" Tina asked coquettishly, batting hir eyelashes.

Thresha had to scoot sideways to keep up with the skunk's growth, which was most certainly not a complaint, and paused to glance back over her shoulder. "Whoa... Dissident's into hyper-tails, too?" she grinned.

"In a manner of speaking," Shelly said, hir voice muffled by the immensely fluffy tail. "These are Tina's testes, too."

Thresha's head slowly twisted further to take in the vast mound of what she had assumed was all fur. "Oh, gosh," she breathed. "More than two, I take it?"

"Still counting," Shelly replied, hugging hir way towards Tina's rump. "I'm going to need more fingers... and toes..."

"Shi has-" Mariposa started, but she was cut off by Tina.

"Hey! A grrl has to have SOME secrets," the Breeder grinned. "Let's just say there's enough."

"For _WHAT?!"_Mariposa cried out in exasperation.

"It's a big job, repopulating the entire species! This is a big planet! I gotta make sure I do it right!"

"Yeah, but you don't need to do it on the FIRST TRY!"

Boomer tittered politely, leaning up a fraction more to see the scene playing out on hir tummy. "I wish we had some sort of currency system set up," shi quipped.

Mariposa and Tina turned to stare at the colossal Heavy. "Why?"

The wombat tapped hir networked monocle, little lights twinkling on its surface. "Because I'm recording this, and I'd make a _fortune_selling it."

Tina's breathing became progressively more labored as shi reached full size, or what Mariposa sincerely hoped was full size, just because she didn't want to deal with a medical emergency backlog of over-loved colonists. It was difficult for the other, slightly more normal-sized girls to see Tina's torso anymore, as hir body was laying on the other side of hir imposing pillar, which would have been more suitably at home on someone Penny's size. Thresha was still making out with the quivering expanse of nubian flesh, Shelly was rubbing hir own unaccustomedly-outclassed nethers against Tina's tail, and Mariposa was startled to discover that one of her paws was pressed warmly against the front of her skirt, gently rubbing herself through the fabric, while another softly caressed her modest bust.

"Maybe I'll just make it public on the network," Boomer hummed thoughtfully to hirself, panning up to include hir own contributions, which loomed ominously over the other doll-like shapes. Hir shorts were demonstrating what literally space-age fabrics were capable of, distorted around a bulge nearly as big as the average colonist's cottage. "It can be our world's first dating video!"

"Yeah, because there's someone on this planet that doesn't want to go out with you," Tina wheezed, slumped forwards against the upper curve of hir shaft, hir breasts pillowing up and around it. As long as hir hindbody was, a solid twelve feet pushed beyond hir forelegs, thick enough that shi wasn't entirely certain that shi would even be able to walk were shi standing upright. "I think I need to invest in roller-skates..."

"Ooo, high tech," Thresha snickered. She decided that she needed to seize the high ground, so to speak, and leapt up to sprawl bodily on Tina's shaft, hands and feet and tail massaging far more surface area and drawing a long, shuddering moan out of the skunktaur. "Better?"

"Mmmmm, I'm going to be a BIG fan of tails from here on out, I think," shi purred. "I mean, even more than before. Ooooooo, rub that part faster..."

Shelly was slowly being pushed upright by the expanding mass of Tina's unusual tail, those seemingly endless pairs of warm, churning spheres filling out larger and tighter. Shi tried to calculate what sorts of volumes shi was dealing with, and gave up hopelessly. Shi knew that shi could produce a lot more than hir size would indicate, but Tina? "Definitely a big fan of tails," shi agreed, running hir silky paws over mound after swelling mound.

The phukbunny shifted uncomfortably, hir dress already tightening awkwardly in several sensitive areas. Hir breasts strained to overflow the wide, low neckline, and while hir hermness was no longer even partially covered by the skirt, hir sac still threatened to overflow the one-piece outfit. Shi tugged at the straps, expecting the fabric to rip easily as so many of hir past outfits tended to do, but the strange material simply flexed and dug into hir shoulders. "Ack. Mariposa, can you give me a hand with this? I'm... ow, I think I'm just getting stuck."

The only sound for several seconds were Thresha's and Tina's breathy moans, gradually synchronizing. Shelly's ears perked up and shi looked around. "Mariposa?"

Shi'd expected to see the reluctant 'roo escaping while the others were distracted, but instead squealed with delight when shi discovered the now-naked doctor sidling up closer to hir, snuggling up to the plump bunny, four limbs slipping and sliding deliciously against hir body. "Sorry," she whispered into Shelly's ear. "I had to get rid of my own first."

"My, my, my," Shelly leered, roling hir hips back against Mariposa's. "Welcome to the party. Unf... ow, ok, now it's digging in..."

Fingers working nimbly, the four-armed debutante worked the confusing and invisible clasps that kept the fabric together, and in moments it seemed to simply fall to pieces, cascading off of Shelly's body like leaves from a tree. "Ohhhh, that's better," shi breathed, flexing hir legs and luxuriating in freedom, hir shaft pressed between hir body and Tina's tail. "Breakaway clothes... very practical. Me likey."

Paw after paw tickled through hir fur, winding up against hir cock, hir sac, hir breasts, and Shelly suddenly thought of extra arms in ways shi'd never considered before. "You remind me," Mariposa murmurred slowly, standing on her tiptoes and nuzzling Shelly's ears, "of my roommate back in university. Shi was always so good at helping me relax before exams..."

"It's a bunny thing," Shelly snickered. "We love to help people unwind. Wow, you really are all hands..."

"I had to work twice as hard back when I just had two," Mariposa agreed, stepping nimbly around and under the bunny's arm and coming up alongside hir. Shelly was certainly not the one driving their next kiss, the 'roo apparently trying to yank hir tongue right out of hir mouth. They leaned against the fluffy, still-filling wall of Tina's tail, exploring eachother's bodies with wild abandon.

Thresha smiled to herself from her perch on Tina's cock, watching the two furs going at it. Tina leaned hir torso up, peeking over hir oversized maleness. "Awwww, that's sweet," shi purred, rubbing hir paw across the sharkgirl's back. "We definitely owe you two for that!"

"Our pleasure, trust me," Thresha winked, running her smooth paws across veins nearly as big around as hir wrists. "You got to pick your body? Is that right?"

"Mmmmmm, more or less," Tina wheezed, seeming at the mercy of hir nethers. Hir tail was now to enormously overfull that shi doubted hir new-and-improved muscles would even let hir haul it. "In deep sleep, I wasn't exactly thinking 'practicality'..."

"I didn't think I'd quite get these results either," Boomer smiled down at them, having no problems whatsoever tearing the ultrastrong fabric. A rip like a peal of thunder and the Heavy wombat's Breeder influences were made very apparent, one arm arching overtop of the smaller grrls to carefully stroke hirself. Proportionally speaking shi was on nearly the same level as Shelly, but being roughly twenty times taller tended to skew the numbers in hir favor. Obscuring the khaki fur of hir thighs were twin seed-tanks that made even Tina's tail pale in comparison. "D'ye think I over did it a bit?"

Four heads shook in unison, and four throats chorused "No!"

"Me either," Boomer agreed, bringing up both hands to pump, hips rocking gently back and forth. Tina swayed back and forth as well, as though bobbing on the open sea, the other three girls clinging to hir and giggling. "So, Tina... who d'you think can finish first?"

Thresha's eyes widened, staring up at the impossibly-engineered majesty of Boomer's erection looming over them. "Eep," she said numbly, rolling over onto her back, still perched on Tina's hermness. "Is anyone taking bets on that? Who will give me two to one?"

"I think Tina's going to win this one," Mariposa said, carefully making her way across the shivering wombat's tummy, the Heavy's breath coming faster now. She pulled Shelly along with her, another paw reaching out for Thresha's outstretched hand.

"Oh? Why?" Shelly asked, stepping gingerly.

"Two reasons. One, shi's a Breeder... this is what shi, or at least, what hir body, is quite literally designed for: efficient reproduction."

Tina frowned slightly. "Efficient? What, I don't get to get frisky for long enough to enjoy it? What a rip!"

Mariposa laughed. "I'm sure we can come up with some... assistance, in that regard. Maybe some sort of numbing cream? I know those were common with hypers, in the past." She grasped Thresha's hand gratefully, leaning against the underside of the skunktaur's urethral bulge. "Thanks... it's getting a little rough out there."

"Ah'm a Breeder, too, ya know!" Boomer huffed. "Ah'm not about to be shown up by some little uppity xenobiologist!"

"Them's fighting words!" Tina snapped back, hugging hir shaft as much as hir breasts would allow, all four big fluffy paws stroking vigorously wherever they could reach.

"So what was the second reason?" Boomer asked huskily, struggling to keep hir body still as hir hands started to take on a life of their own.

"Well, the_second_ reason is that Tina has another advantage that you don't," Mariposa said simply.

"And that is?"

The four-armed roo flexed all twenty fingers like a concert pianist about to launch into an overture. Shi smiled at Thresha, and turned to wink at Shelly. "Us," she grinned.

Even as Boomer's body started to quake, really putting in the sort of physical effort normally reserved for literally moving mountains and threatening to dislodge Tina and hir small gang of loving helpers, Thresha's thoughts were on Shelly. The two were snuggled up between Tina's breasts and hir shaft, sharing their attentions equally between one another and the overwhelmed Breeder. Tina whimpered through clenched teeth, and hir body seemed to be fighting against its own limitations, somehow finding the strength to swell hir tail and cock still further.

Cries and moans and groans of ecstasy filled the night as the various pairings, menages and groups explored their bodies together. The stars spun and twirled above their heads, a hundred thousand sparkling diamonds in countless constellations that were as yet unnamed. A seemingly endless parade of problems and obstacles lay before the brave colonists and their new world, but for one night they exulted in nothing but the joys of life itself, joined by their love of the infinite universe and everything in it.

---

"... and cleanup efforts will continue adjacent to amphitheatre for next two days," Colonel Stacey finished, reading off of his tablet's scheduling. "Considering culpability of events that lead to disastrous... spillage, Mariposa will be supervising as well as taking part."

Mariposa's cheeks burned, her ears flopping back against her head, but the tiniest of smirks on her muzzle belied her true feelings. Boomer might have come second, she thought, but she made damn well sure shi was first place for volume! "Yes, sir," she said with appropriately calculated meekness. "And once again, we're_really_ sorry-"

"Chief Medico is terrible liar," the tall, imposing wolf said somberly. "Am not thinking one person at last night's event is sorry, except perhaps for Renfrew, who is recovering nicely in medical storage, as it is currently the only room within colony large enough for him to fit." Stacey frowned, rubbing his chin with a claw. "And am not even so sure he is sorry at all, what with all the giggling..."

The colonists were assembled in the greenspace between the cottages and the command buildings, rubbing sleep out of their eyes and recovering from what Speedy had assured them would be utterly painless hangovers but which were proving to be quite a bit more than their genetically-enhanced bodies could handle. The Colonel had arrived back at the colony slightly before dawn, and his impromptu inspection, walking through the wreckage of the amphitheatre and surveying the damage, had caused quite a bit of post-party remorse.

Shelly and Thresha were sitting back to back, yawning and sipping the algae-based coffee Gosh had provided. They were wearing their new dresses once again, which had miraculously survived the night's extremely potent activities by being safely trapped underneath Tina's tail. All around them the Crewmates and Gunners and even the Breeders lounged around, but for the time being were sitting by themselves, under temporary executive orders not to touch eachother. The Heavies sat outside the colony looking rather haggard, especially Boomer fresh from hir bath in the nearby ocean. Grey-khaki fur stuck up at all odd angles, and Sammo sat behind hir, combing his claws through hir mane in an attempt to straighten it out.

"Now then," Stacey continued. "This is bringing us to the issue of unexpected surprise special guest stars, Thresha and Shelly."

The girls looked up, blinking innocently. "Yes, sir," Shelly said softly. "Sorry, sir."

He waved away hir apologies, rolling his eyes ruefully. "Don't worry, you didn't make anyone do anything they weren't all already itching to do," he chuckled. "And they were prepared for consequences, or at least they will be from here on out."

There was a general mumbling of agreement from the assembled colonists, and already a few of them were winking at one another and surreptitiously smiling, particularly where the Breeders were involved. Those six girls and grrls were once again safe and secured with their prophylactics, Tina now wearing two steel bracers on hir sheath, but they had all been cleared for 'requisite non-sexual physical contact for emotional well-being', after an impassioned speech by Mariposa.

"But now," Stacey carried on, "is time for you to be leaving."

Shelly and Thresha glanced at eachother. "Uh... well, we'd sort of like to," Thresha said, "in spite of how much last night made us want to stay forever and ever, but... we don't really know how."

"Yes," the Colonel said slowly, with measured tones. "I had thought you would be saying something like that. Indeed, I had expected there to be some confusion on the subject. Am not believing, however, that neither Ebony nor Sammo could have figured it out, after reading transcripts of yesterday's conversation. Nor, for that matter, you."

Thresha followed his vaguely accusing finger, and realized he was pointing at Shelly. "What? You're saying shi knows?"

"Am I having stutter?" he replied, seeming genuinely concerned.

The shark sat up, turning to face the violet bunny. "You don't really know, do you?" She then looked around for Ebony, who was buring hir muzzle in hir coffee. "And you... did? You figured it out?"

"We... didn't want to tell you... yet..." the huge bear murmured. "It was nice to have guests... we might never have them again, you know. Not like this."

Shelly sighed. "I suspected it after the last transition between dimensions," shi explained softly. "And I was going to try it out this morning, after we'd said our goodbyes."

"Figured what out?"

"Synonyms," Stacey said simply. "Passages. Portals. Gateways. Ingresses and egresses."

Thresha blinked, and Shelly just snickered to hirself. Shi leaned in close, kissed hir lover's cheek, and whispered a single word in her ear. "What," the sharkgirl said, "that's it? Just the word d-"

"Shh! Not yet!" Shelly cried, flapping hir paws. "Just... think about everything we said, right before we got whooshed off somewhere else."

"I don't even remember my own phone number anymore," Thresha snarked. "The last few days have kind of forced out everything before Grade Three. But... hmmm. I think... right, at Amber's! Her mom was coming up the stairs, and she told you to lock the d-"

"Shh!" Ebony hissed.

Stacey was just nodding. "See? Is simple. I figured there must have been some sort of... brain parasite infestation, or something, to explain how none of my crack team of super-genius colonists figured it out. So I rushed back to offer... assistance."

Ebony stared at hir toes, but hir tail wiggled with delight. "Yes, sir, sorry, sir."

"Shut it, Master-At-Arms."

"Yes, sir, sorry, sir."

"As much as having guests is very... interesting," Stacey said, holding out his paws to the girls to help them up, "I am afraid that we are having our own story to get back to. We do appreciate the visit, and I think you have definitely helped some certain Crewmates unwind a little bit..."

"Sorry, sir."

"Be quiet, Mariposa. Now, I am not heartless. Please to be saying your goodbyes, in timely fashion, and then we shall bid you to be on your way. Surely there are many more stories that need you, hmmm?"

Shelly and Thresha took his strong grip and were nearly hauled upright. The various colonists also stood, where possible (Lister was ambulatory, but the plump raccoon had been nearly incapacitatingly-filled the previous night and was refusing any assistance at returning to her normal size), and moved towards them, arms out and smiling. A parade of hugs followed, with several people getting back in line for seconds, much to Stacey's consternation. They spent several extra moments hugging a mostly-back-to-normal Tina, smothering Mariposa briefly in Shelly's cleavage, and squeezing Boomer's offered finger.

"I guess this is the only time we've been able to stick around long enough to say goodbye," Thresha said with a hint of sadness, holding one of Mariposa's hands but addressing the crowd at large. Shelly was leaning against Tina's flanks, petting hir barrel as though shi were an enormous housecat. "I'm no good at goodbyes, really. They always get dragged out too long, and no-one's sure when to leave, and everyone is too polite to say anything about it, and definitely too nice to kick the guests out the door when they've overstayed their welcome."

Shelly's ears perked up, but shi said nothing, instead taking hir last chance to press hirself bodily against Tina, hugging the colossal skunktaur

"So I just hope that in the future, our exploits are looked upon with favor, I hope that Lacuna Coyle finally gets the recognition they deserve, and you name two of your eventual future kids after us." She squeezed Mariposa a final time, held up two fingers in a victory pose, and whooped, "Peace!"

The colonists blinked the flash's afterimages out of their eyes, staring at the empty space the two girls had so recently occupied. Mariposa's hand flexed, and she frowned briefly.

"Well," she breathed, "I guess that's that. Back to work."

Everyone nodded, slowly picking up their feet and heading for their cottages to change for the day. Mariposa fiddled with her tablet, and squeaked when Tina placed hir heavy paw on her shoulder. "Don't worry," the Breeder said kindly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "They'll be fine, and who knows... maybe they'll be back."

"I know," she sighed, rubbing her cheek against Tina's paw. "Thanks."

"Thank _you_for last night," Tina grinned. "Those four hands are going to come in handy."

They both turned when Colonel Stacey clucked his tongue, shaking his head. "There is going to be none of that until the western fields are properly decontaminated. Miss Nicole was, shall we say, very fertile. You may be wanting to grab more than one mop."

"Sorry!" Boomer laughed, already retreating to the safety of the hangars.

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The End... ?