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Ebb and flow. Action and reaction. Growth and recession. Life shifts constantly, on every level, at every point on the entire planet. With every minute alteration, something is gained and lost. With each shift in climate, one species thrives as another falls, and a single creature can alter the precious balance that ensures the sanctity of all life. And when that balance can no longer maintain itself, those who are charged to forever preserve it shall emerge from their domains, bound to their duties towards the world they all served.

The penances enacted by these guardians varied; some merely required a soft touch, a gentle, almost imperceptible prodding in the proper direction, a force that could safely be wielded, without the need for destruction. But, as the planet was altered and carved at an ever-increasing pace, the need for those ageless titans to show themselves grew more and more urgent, that silent call drawing them out from what had been centuries of slumber.

Thus was the cry that brought the Guardian of the Seas back into the world.

In his eyes, it was hardly worth mentioning, a trivial dot on the continent's coastline that only served to project its bright lights far out into the bay, glowing with an eternal fire as it rose up from the rocks. And yet, the constructs had done so much to the seas surrounding them; the fishes and creatures were culled by the millions each year, their harvest demands steadily swelling with time. In the rushing waters, all manner of debris had begun to flow out into the oceans, and dark, dense fluids followed in their wake, senselessly burning away the multitudes of life that lay in the depths. Had all of this occurred in the span of centuries rather than decades, it might have been tolerated, but the rate had grown such that there remained no time for delay. Only an act of penance could prevent the havoc wrought by that glowing beacon of a city, and it was his duty to carry it to completion.

His journey began, oddly enough, with only a faint whisper, a low, moaning vocalization that echoed up from the darkness below. Emerging forth from the black, miles-deep trench he called home, the great beast himself up through the dense, icy waters, still hundreds of miles from the city itself. A tsunami or hurricane could have done his job just as easily, he supposed, but perhaps, if he himself appeared, it would give the act of destruction more meaning for the puny creatures. Then, maybe, they would actually learn what he and the others like him wanted from them, and the suffering could be ceased.

He walked upon the ocean floor, careful to keep his step light as his paws slammed into the seabed, blasting sand and rock up into the water in dense, heavy clouds. The destruction was an unfortunate side effect of his movement, unable to be used for its proper purpose just yet. His eyes turned up from the dank, inky depths, towards the glistening field of water above his head, watching as it grew closer with each massive footfall. Already, his sharp vision had picked up the telltale signs of debris and dark, toxic fluids on the waves above, its putrid scent blasting his senses far below. Those great eyes narrowed upon that cloud of fleeing sludge and discarded waste, casting a glare above as it oozed across the ocean's surface, flowing outwards from his destination. His condemnation was silent as he continued in his stride, soothed only by the knowledge that the metropolis beyond would never again produce such a gross defilement.

A shiver of pleasure worked its way down his spine and long, swaying tail as the ocean floor led him up from the chilled depths, giving way to a level of warmer water that soothed his blubbered hide to no end. It had been centuries since he had felt such heat beyond his own flesh, and the simple delight did well to ease the Guardian's mind as he lumbered towards his target. His duty aside, it was good to move again, to thunder across the sea floor, passing through the schools of fish like a great, mobile mountain, the salty waters swirling about him as he strode steadily to the shimmering surface just overhead.

The top of his crest broke through the water's surface, the pearly, smooth flesh ascending as a brilliant cascade flowed down its slope, glistening in the midday sun overhead. Great cerulean eyeridges pierced upwards into the sunny skies, shielding the huge, blinking eyes from the blinding light above. The giant Pokemon's face blossomed into a broad, thick-lipped smile as the gentle winds of the sea caressed his mighty chest, his deep, thunderous purring sending a ripple through the blue mounds below, his gut and lower half still cradled in the shallows. Waterfalls slid down his fattened, towering form, a booming chuckle rising within that long, gigantic throat as he gazed upon himself. How thick he'd become! After centuries of subsistence, he'd assumed he would have lost some of the great pockets of fat...but, alas, there he stood, as large and wide as he'd been a thousand years before!

The titan of a Lugia smiled wide, his palm slipping down and squeezing his sloping, heavy gut, sending puny waves forth from its motion. The great mass of flab was hardly detested by him; a large stature was something to pride oneself on, and, if anything, his ponderous, jiggling girth would make the coming penance that much easier to perform, and the sight of the titanic, white and blue island of flesh on the horizon would alert the populace that much earlier to the coming penance.

He stepped forth, his deepened, thunderous groans of pleasure audible as his paw slammed into the sandy floor dozens of feet below. He inhaled, his deep grunt echoing over the gentle seas as he took in a great lungful of salty air, padded chest bouncing with his mighty breath. A thousand scents greeted his nostrils as they opened wide, taking it all in as a delighted hum vibrated the atmosphere. With each thundering step he plowed through meters of water, casting large waves outwards as he plodded forth, towards the green, sun-drenched coastline in the distance, and the thick blotch of grey upon its face.

From high above, the Guardian gazed across the waters, his gleaming teeth shining as his lips parted. He'd known this bay long ago, as he had every mile of the vast oceans he tended, and even despite the cluttering of the crystal surface with hundreds of watercraft and thousands of bits of floating waste and markers, it still shone brilliantly in the light of the sun. He plodded forth into the warm waters, wading as the ocean floor sloped forth, his vast gut beginning to swing and bounce with each heavy step, no longer cradled by the descending ocean below.

The great, wobbling mountain of muscle and flesh rose higher into the air with each step, his entourage of waves swelling higher and higher to meet the field of puny craft before him. He paid no mind as the flotsam and jetsam swirled about his girth, nor to the countless tons of debris he'd yet to generate; after the source of that filth was destroyed, the oceans themselves would absorb and neutralize each and every ounce, using the time he would give them to heal their own wounds.

The Guardian couldn't help but grin as he watched the tiny vessels scramble about, fleeing from both his immensity and the surging, towering waves that bore down upon them. Each wall of water charged up the bay, overturning smaller hulls entirely, and sending those large enough to withstand them careening wildly. The fattened, monstrous being merely plowed through the wrecks too weak to withstand his passage, emitting deep, booming giggles from his throat as wood and metal alike splintered and dented from each heavy impact of his massive midsection. The inhabitants of the doomed hulks were left to float helplessly in the wake of his great, thick tail, their tinny shrieks of fear rising up to his mirthfully shaking head far above. How little they truly had to wail about...if anything, they were the lucky few!

The ocean floor rose once more beneath his paws, and with a final cascade of water, the Lugia heaved his jiggling bulk up into open air, the waves barely rising past his knees as he sauntered towards the harbor. The city loomed high above the coast-spanning facilities, its buildings nearly reaching the Guardian's chest as they stood clear of the waves he cast forth. Even after years upon years of development, the constructs remained pitifully fragile, bending and cracking under the bombardment of waves alone, the sailed and smooth-hulled vessels lining the docks bouncing and drifting into disarray. Along the docks themselves, the puny inhabitants cried out and fled, their puny forms heading back towards the city beyond, seeking its futile protection.

The Lugia smirked down at the display, his purr a deep bass as a small sailing vessel impacted against his thick, fat-lined thigh, shattering to bits upon the smooth wall of flesh. They would all try to flee, and, in truth, he welcomed their escape from the coming devastation; the punishment was always a lesson, and never an act of pure wrath. Still, the foolish who stayed within his path, the ones who would not survive his storm, were always a wonderful amusement,. They were a vermin that was a pleasure to eradicate from the gene pool, an object lesson to the "dominant species" on spitting in the face of the world that had bore them into existence.

A massive paw rose from the water, casting a heavy rain on the doomed docks as it loomed above, the Lugia's knee raising high before the paw descended from on high. A thunderous cracking and splintering of wood and the squeal of metal ripped through the air as the construct smashed instantly beneath the force of the heavy stomp, the paw slamming a heavy crater into the shallows that visibly rattled the entire harbor. The shouts and screams that had risen on the wind were drowned out by the deafening eruption, fading into the distance as the populace either fled or was thrown into the waters.

Looking down over his girth, the monstrous Pokemon smiled broadly at his handiwork, eagerly raising his other knee for another step. As it rose from the water, the great white paw bashed into a fishing boat sent adrift, the trapped vessel torn in two as it was roughly kicked forth, rolling over and crashing against a pair of tall-sailed clippers. The colossal paw descended upon them, too, sending the wooden hulls into the sand with a brittle, satisfying crunch.

With his thick, gigantic tail swaying overhead, the white and blue behemoth strode forth into the harbor, his towering, fat form turning parallel to the coastline as he journeyed up from the pens of the smaller vessels. Low, booming laughter echoed across the city as he plowed through the old harbor, his purr sending audible vibrations through his heavy flab, each crumbling dock and shearing, splintering vessel beneath his mighty paws sending delightful shivers up his spine. Such power he possessed, to crush all those creations beneath him to naught but splints and metal shards...and he hadn't yet reached the true port!

The Lugia's nostrils flared as he smashed through another row of docks, the screams having mostly died down as his thighs pulverized building and boat alike. Though he enjoyed the small tickles of pleasure the destruction of the smaller vessels and docks granted him, those were hardly his real targets. Just up the coast, directly bordering the tall, shining towers of the city, a vast stretch of land lay coated in blocks upon blocks of containers. Lining the very edge were a multitude of cranes, each of the fragile, spindly arms ready to tend to a ship far larger than those his thickened legs alone had demolished.

There, directly in his path of destruction, one of two monstrous vessels lay, its oblong, smooth hull floating idly amid his rampage. The craft's size was undeniably impressive, its length nearly rivaling the Guardian himself. Its surface, unlike some of those mammoth, bloated creations, bore none of the usual boxes of supplies, and only a great tunnel lay plunged into its surface. Another deep, powerful inhale from the massive beast revealed its cargo, his angular blue ridges furrowing as the heinous, dirty reek of the craft rendered it unmistakable. It was the carrier of sludge, the barge of the dark, thick filth that had poisoned waters the world over. And it would never see another day on the seas.

The heavy ship rocked and swayed as the Lugia strode forth, the clumsy metal tube nearly capsizing before he'd touched it. With his huge, fanged grin ever-present upon his snout, the giant being dipped his hands under the water, his wide, monstrous palms and fingers grasping hold of the hull as it creaked and bent beneath his grip. Leaning back, his knees crouching low and his great, pudgy belly spilling onto the deck of the vast vessel, he loosed a thunderous grunt over the container yard, his vocalization echoing off the gleaming towers beyond.

Heaving with an impossible strength, the towering titan straightened his stocky, thick legs, the musculature beneath thousands and thousands of tons of fat showing itself in massive, powerful bulges as he hauled the tanker clear from the waters, lifting the great vessel up over the pier as he turned, another deep grunt of exertion booming forth as he lowered the behemoth creation back down. With care, he tore the vessel loose from its depleted refueling tank, letting the remaining splashes of crude, vile product hit the ship's deck. He knocked away the line of cranes, sending them crashing back into the stacks of containers they tended, their flimsy metal forms rending and bending beyond all repair.

Then, careful not to rupture the immense vessel's hull, he let the big tank settle upon the pier itself, grinding the chunks and bits of debris to metallic dust as its huge weight settled with the shrieking of steel on concrete. With a deep, windy exhalation, the fat, titanic Pokemon grinned wide, clutching the tanker by one end with those vast hands, and pushing with all his strength and girth, steadying it firmly. The ship lurched into motion, that horrible shriek blasting the very atmosphere as it was dragged back up the pier, concrete crackling uncontrollably the gargantuan, landbound vessel. Anything in its path was shattered like glass and ground to dust as the Lugia continued to haul the great vessel back onto land, his massive paw finally making landfall as he pushed the vessel back through the cargo harbor, flattening buildings and vehicles and anyone who dared remain in the way of the titanic metal ram.

Though his footfalls along the coast had produced noticeable quakes, his first step into the crushed, rubble-strewn remains of the harbor was unmistakable. The gleaming towers beyond the harbor swayed beneath the heavy, crater-inducing impact, the hot pavement beneath that single paw cracking outwards in a massive web. The other paw induced the same earth-shattering effect, the entirety of the fat, towering Lugia's weight resting solely upon the earth. The sensation was enough to send a deep laugh up from the long, heavy throat of the giant, and with his laughter echoing from on high he plodded forth, pushing his haul straight forth into the gleaming wall of skyscrapers before him.

The tanker itself was nigh unstoppable. The black, smooth tube flattened the fencing surrounding the cargo yard, bursting forth into the street beyond, its dying shrieks drowning out the screams and the squealing, beeping little vehicles that bounced with the titan's every footfall. With a final grunt and a push of his massive, wide palms, he sent the tanker ship on a final plunge into the row of buildings beyond, beaming proudly as his handiwork unfolded. With a rumble he sauntered forth down the path into the crumbling metropolis he had forged, great clouds of dust and debris from the shattered block rising up to herald the arrival of the unstoppable God as he moved to have his way with the doomed collective of nonbelievers.

"I told you this would happen."

Crysia jerked her head towards the Moltres, clicking her beak in mild annoyance. "Yes, such valuable insight, Farrir. The God of the Seas taking offense at the soiling of his waters? Such clairvoyance. Are you going to tell us that the polar regions are melting next?"

Farrir huffed back at the Articuno, the garb of flames upon his wings blazing with irritation, "Well, we did let him remain on the planet! Wedging his fat ass in that crevice until his slumber finally ended..." The muscular firebird shook his head, folding his arms over his pectorals, "He always did indulge his corporeal lusts far too often..."

"This is getting us nowhere!" A sharp crackle of lightning sounded across the ethereal space, and both Legendary Birds glanced back towards Taranis, flinching as the Zapdos whirled about, gesturing beneath their clawed feet to the surface of the world they tended. "We have to keep him properly contained, in the seas! If we do nothing the Higher Gods might take notice, and they'll have our heads just as easily as his!" Another crackling bolt encircled the spiky-feathered lightning bird's crest as he jabbed a finger down towards the glistening coasts. "So, what are we going to do with him?"

"We could always call on his brother?" Crysia postulated, cocking her head and tapping her beak with a feathered digit. At that, Farrir snorted, waving a flaming hand towards the ice bird and rolling his eyes.

"Oh yes, bring in the Ho-oh, his polar opposite. That would go brilliantly. Remind me once more when that glorified nomadic turkey has ever cared about his brother? He would much rather be taunting human photographers, shimmering just outside of their visions."

Still scowling, Taranis glanced down from the heavens, deep into the swirling storm systems that roved across the blue-green landscape. The Zapdos blinked once, then twice, before letting loose the thoughts that rushed just behind his piercing gaze.

"No. We cannot merely force Kahekili to cease rampaging. He has merely taken a penance from the humans that have ruined what is rightfully his. But he stands to go too far, to let loose his lusts and desires past what the Higher Gods have granted him. If we were to use brute force to quell him, we would only bring more unrest, and the wrath of those more powerful along with it." He looked back to his brother and sister, his bolt-shaped feathers ruffling to herald the statement that left his beak.

"It is time we called upon the Equalizer."

His siblings balked. Crysia's brilliant blue eyes blinked and widened. "The Equalizer? Taranis, you must be joking!" Farrir rose back to his full height, stepping forth with eyes narrowed upon his brother, flames billowing up from his clenched fists.

"Using the Equalizer on another demigod is unthinkable! Are we to war against each other like hatchlings? Besides, we don't even-"

"-know where it is? Oh, but we do, Farrir." Taranis raised a point-tipped finger to silence his siblings, a hint of a smirk on the edges of his narrow beak. "I've already taken this to the Higher Gods, brother and sister. They do not want any of us out of control on the world they so diligently sculpted...and they were more than happy to grant me the knowledge of this generation's Equalizer's exact location and personage."

Crysia blinked and pulled back, arms folding around her feathery bosom. "Well then, which mortal have they deemed worthy of power over us? And how can you be sure he is even willing and able to stop Kahekili?"

Taranis glanced away from the blue-green marble of Earth, back past the moon towards the starfield beyond. The space warped and rippled, and a massive, towering shape erupted from the void. Crysia balked as the shiny-plated behemoth set foot within their domain, his paw quaking the heavens themselves as she and her brother backed into the starry skies, stammering fearfully up at the pink-pearl adorned God of Space, whom the mortals called Palkia.

"L-lanos! My lord!" She began to bow, as did Farrir, feathers flat against their bodies. The gargantuan Higher God merely waved away their formalities, speaking in a voice that could echo through the stars on a current of deafening bass.

"You have a problem, little ones. Your brother has informed me of this. Fortunate for you, he has had the foresight to contact one with the tool to stop your fellow from unbalancing that which is yours and mine." Taranis' smug smirk widened just a little, and the pearly god continued, stretching a clawed arm down towards the Earth. "You seek the Equalizer? Very well; I shall bring him forth, so he might meet this overindulgent Child of the Gods." He shut his piercing gaze, and a brief light flashed behind his eyelids. In the silence, Farrir managed to stammer up towards his elder.

"B-but my lord, how can you be so sure the Equalizer is ready to take on one such as Kahekili? He has not been readied, a-and he is still mortal!"

At this, Lanos grinned, flashing monstrous, gleaming fangs and rumbling the very fabric of space from his throat. "Oh, I can assure you that this feeble demigod will not be able to resist this trap I've laid for him. He will desire this male, wishing to sate all his gross lusts with such a mortal. And when he makes his move, the Equalizer will be in a perfect position to reduce him to a more...manageable state."

The smoke was delicious within his lungs, satisfying within his nostrils and upon his mighty tongue. He hadn't bothered to quell the small fires still blazing within the rubble of the surrounding blocks; they fit the newly-levelled landscape he had plowed, lighting up the dusty, barren remains of what had once been a beautiful, towering metropolis. They were warnings as much as the destruction itself, reminders to those who remained on the outskirts of the city, the terrified witnesses to his wrath who would remind the world of his demands long after this day had passed.

Kahekili yawned and reclined, his flabby thighs bulldozing away the rubble as he spread them wide, his towering, sweaty frame looming high, pearly and newly fattened on what morsels he had managed to stuff into his jaws before they had fled or been crushed by his bulk. Upon the remains of the tallest tower his wet sack lay, mighty balls within splayed beneath his throbbing tower of masculinity. All his play with the doomed mortals had only strengthened his arousal, and with only their delicate structures - and bodies, of course - he had merely let it drool with mounting delight, thick fluid occasionally dotting the shattered streets in puddles, a massive bead crowning the head as it towered above the miles of wreckage, dipping towards his round, jiggling gut as he laid back.

The massive Lugia sighed, raising an arm from the crumbs of the city towards his pulsing pillar, his head resting upon its cheek...and then, he saw it. Or rather, he saw him. Out from the harbor, stumbling towards him across the smashed pavement, a lone mortal met his gaze, fearful and trembling and nervous. Kahekili's lips curled, his fangs gleaming in a vast grin as he sized up the tiny, white-furred lapine, that slender, juicy little frame clad only in a pair of beautifully-tight shorts, seemingly untouched by the devastation that surrounded him. What a perfect find!

"Hah! A survivor?" The behemoth boomed, his bellows enough to rattle the remnants of the concrete jungle upon the earth, his breath reeking of the thousands he'd swallowed down mere hours before, "Have you come to worship me, tiny thing? Have you come to serve real power?"

Cowering beneath the deafening blast, the bunny's reply came forth tinny and weak, a whisper on the Lugia's massive inhale as the little man inched closer to his face, halting only when the giant lurched in his direction, "W-worship? Erm, y-yes! Yes...I-I've come to do your bidding, Kahekili!"

He chuckled, shaking the earth as he propped his head up against his palm, his flabby gut cratering the earth as it slammed downwards with a heavy ripple. "Ah, so you do know of me! I didn't think any of your kind had bothered...a shame for them, eh?" He smirked proudly, and somewhere in the distance a pile of rubble crumbled beneath the weight of a single toe. "Yet you lack that offensive ignorance...you know my name, little one, but what is yours?"

"C-cody! Erm, sir?" His voice quivered a bit louder now, encouraged as Kahekili let his thick lips fall back over his fangs, giving off just a hint of warmth even as he lazed in the destruction of thousands of puny lives. The behemoth chuffed, his entire body wobbling in a pleasant series of undulations.

"Come forward then, Cody...it's not every eon I find a mortal who I'd want to speak to." He tapped the earth with a fingertip, bouncing chunks of asphalt at the bunny's paws, rumbling approvingly as the puny thing skittered up towards him, barely up to his knuckle as he jogged into his vast shadow. Only when he was nearly at the base of the fleshy mountain of his chest did Kahekili reach out, plucking the tiny male between his finger and thumb, hauling him high into the air even as he shrieked and wailed in surprise, his terrified whines earning a smirk and a guffaw from the giant as he held him before his eyes.

"Hush, little rabbit! Let me look at you...mmm..." He murmured, his breath ruffling the whimpering bun's fur with its hot, humid gales. His eyes narrowed upon smooth, slender thighs, upon the plumped bulge rocking within the confines of those tiny, dark shorts, upon the fair face and gently-toned frame caught between his digits. Kahekili smiled, wide and warm. "My, you are blessed with beauty...you still wish to serve me, mortal?"

When the rabbit nodded feverishly he grinned, the very tip of his wide, pink tongue emerging to slither across his lips, slathering them in a fresh sheen of saliva. He inhaled, moaning softly as a sweet, sensual wisp of musk traveled up into his snout. "Delicious...I think I know just what your first task shall be..." He lowered his hand, the earth thundering as he shifted his massive weight back into a laying position upon the remains of the city. In his ears he could hear the mere mortal's gasps as his fingers dangled him above his fleshy, musk-scented landscape, grinning proudly to himself at the awe-inspiring view his plump frame provided the fragile creature. Gently lowering him earthwards, he released his mighty digits only a few feet from his destination, the distant yelp and the delightful tingle confirming that the little rabbit had indeed plopped atop his destination. He rumbled with delight and relaxed upon the ground, flexing his mighty shaft just so to bounce his newest worshipper atop his precum-slicked head.

"I assume you can gather what your first duty is...get to work, little man, and you might yet have a future with me..."

Cody clung fast to the throbbing, sticky mass beneath him, his arms squeezing tight against what he now knew to be a massive glans, able to sense even his tiniest motion as he lay directly upon its middle. He let out a soft, shaky sigh, swallowing once to calm his nerves, his fur slowly falling from its erect stance before becoming plastered to his flesh as a flow of sweet-scented pre-ejaculate rolled down his back, a small groan of pleasure at the sensation escaping his throat. He'd made it this far, and now here he was, upon the body of a literal God. And now, he had a job to do.

At first, his ministrations were slow, subdued, barely perceptible by the mountain of sweat-slicked PokeGod that towered before the titanic erection pounding beneath the willowy bun. Soft kisses, gentle suckles, a nibble here and there, all combined with a gentle grind as Cody bathed in the Lugia's river of pre, a phenomenally-mismatched frot starting up as his puny, shorts-clad bulge smooshed against the gargantuan girth of Kahekili. It was merely a tease, a test of the waters, and soon, the deity caught on, groaning and lurching upwards, forcing Cody to cry out and dig his fingers into the pulsing, thickening flesh as the Lugia roared from somewhere beyond his gargantuan gut.

"Mmmm...more! Give me more, you pitiful mortal! I wish for release, not mere taunts!"

Cody gasped for breath, managing a laugh as he swallowed a gob of Lugia spunk that had bounced between his jaws, a confident grin slowly tugging at his lips. Now he had him...and now the magic could commence. "As you wish, my lord." He threw himself upon the god's massive glans, grinding, slurping, squeezing, sitting up to bounce his perfectly-rounded little butt upon the fatty behemoth's pleasure center. And, as he knew it would, Kahekili was left moaning and writhing with delight, grinding the earth to dust as his delight arced ever higher.

"Ooooh yes! M-much better, mortal...oooh..." With a gasp for breath he shivered, eyes closed as his entire frame jiggled away, "F-for a mortal, y-your strength is admirable...s-such power in your thrusts!"

Cody laughed aloud, bouncing upon that shaft and squeezing it between his thighs now, beaming at his handiwork as he coaxed Kahekili further and further along. He was already past the halfway point, and at his plateau. The sensations would be enough to keep him incapacitated for a few moments more beneath the rabbit's touch. And with a little luck, that would be more than Cody needed. He smiled and crooned, leaned down to lick and suckle the mass of throbbing flesh, suckling away mouthfuls of precum, each exhale sending tantalizing tingles through the fattened male's whole frame.

Kahekili's eyes nearly rolled back into his head, roaring to the heavens and wriggling powerlessly as wave after wave of delight seized every inch of his body, rendering every other sensation upon his flabby exterior inert. What a mortal he had stumbled upon! He'd make the rabbit a priest, a saint, anything to keep him in his place, to keep the tides of ecstasy ebbing and flowing!

Then, the pleasure vanished, as did the weight of the mortal upon his shaft, leaving the god dripping on the edge. Kahekili's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath, the want within his nether regions nearly agonizing as he roared at the top of his lungs, lurching to a seated position, "Mortal! Why have you stopped?! I was just about to...to..."

Kahekili's voice vanished as his eyes met Cody's, his throat silenced as his wobbling frame halted where he sat. His eyes went wide, his nostrils flared, and if his lungs had any breath within them, he would have whimpered. He stared up into the skies, past the chunks of debris littering the earth he laid upon, past the piles of rubble that towered high all around him, up into the fair, beaming face of the rabbit that now loomed above his shrunken frame as a mountain of fluffy white fur. The scent of his own precum wafted down upon the graceful behemoth's breath, and only when the lapine spoke was the former deity shocked from his jaw-dropped stupor, cowered beneath bright, happy booms that nearly bounced him with their intensity.

"Oh, I'll get to you, little guy." The bunny winked, sending a deep shiver down Kahekili's spine and into the earth, his chuckle thundering deep and low within a fluffy, monstrous throat. "Just had to get to your punishment for the mess you've made first! Lanos and your brothers and sister send their regards, by the way." He reached downwards, scooping the plump sea god into a slender-fingered fist just in time for the fat male to roar pitifully as he was hauled skywards.

"Wahhh! Y-you dare take my powers, my very stature? I should have crushed you when I had the cha-...urk!"

The flabby little sea guardian grunted and winced as he was gently squeezed in the bun's fist, growing woozy as he hurtled back up to the titanic rabbit's smug, buck-toothed grin, "Ah ah ah, my little friend. I'm the Equalizer, in case you don't get it yet, and I'll be the one who decides if and when you get your height and your lovely little powers again...and you should know I can crush you to a pulp just as easily as you crushed everyone in this city."

When the Lugia went silent in his hand he beamed with pleasure, tittering as he lowered him back downwards, his other hand reaching for the waistband of his shorts, "Good boy...now, be a dear and hang out on the way home? It's a long walk...hope you don't mind getting shaken up a little!" He stretched the waistband wide, and unceremoniously let the fat little god drop inside with a heavy plop. Snapping his shorts back into place, Cody turned towards his home on the outskirts of town, lurching into an energetic jog as he began his trek back through the ravaged cityscape.

Kahekili cried out, unused muscles straining to support his heft as he clung to the lapine's half-hard shaft, wincing and groaning as he bounced heavily with each mighty stride of the bun's strong legs. How long would it be until he returned? A millennia? Two, even? All with this taunting tease of a mortal...or who he'd thought was a mortal...

He inhaled a lungful of sweet, thick musk in the bouncing, heaving darkness, exhaling as he heaved himself atop that massive shaft for support. It could have been worse. As prisons went, it was the most pleasurable one he could conceive of...and perhaps it wouldn't be so bad seeing the sights from the other end. He'd spent enough time as a force of destruction, as a behemoth unparalleled...a little balance might be just what he needed.