If she was being honest, the date hadn’t been going well even before the kaiju attack.
Benjy was cute enough, in a giant-jock way. But the evening had so far been barely more exciting than watching paint dry. They’d met for coffee at the patio tables outside the Student Union building, supposedly before deciding on a dinner destination. There were only four choices available at their size, all on campus; she didn’t have the magic to shrink, and he didn’t, either. They both liked being giants in a world of littles—that was why she’d started visiting this world, and the main reason he’d become a student. (Technically, she’d started visiting using a mad science gadget to try to track down her cousin Arilin, but there was no sign of her ever having been in Mensura.)
“Is that a bird?” he said, squinting up at something very obviously not a bird.
“No.” Other students outside had started looking up, too. Whatever it was, it was circling the Union, dropping fast.
Holy shit, was it a dragon? No. Maybe. It—she—was a vixen, a vixen with red dragon wings. A very attractive one (not that she’d met a single unattractive vixen, which seemed a little unfair), and a very…powerful-looking one, like she could easily lift Saida over her head. Also a barely dressed one, wearing nothing more than a black bikini top and tight matching shorts.
She wheeled around one last time, then plunged earthward. Wide black digitigrade paws slammed into the ground hard enough to knock even giant students off balance.
As she straightened up, wings folding, Saida found herself tensing, ready to run. She realized she’d vastly underestimated the winged fox’s size; the Rha stood maybe knee-high to her.
Brushing back long blonde hair, she locked ice blue eyes onto the feline. “Saida.” She grinned. “Excellent. I don’t have to come looking for you.”
Benjy stood, too. “You…know each other?”
Saida shook her head frantically.
“I know a version of Saida, and that Saida knows a version of me. And what I’ve learned about all the Saidas is just fascinating.”
“There’s just me! Wh-what do you even mean?”
“I mean…” She licked her lips. “I’m going to eat you.”
Benjy bolted, shrieking a long, squeaking wail.
“Real chivalrous, fucker!” Saida yelled after him. She looked back up at the giantess, mustering a defiant tone. “L-look, even as big as you are, there are people here who can stop you—eef!”
The vixen had slid a hand behind her, fingers curling. “In some realities there might be, little cat, but not this one.” She winked. “I do my research.”
“What—”
A huge tongue swept out, dragging along the Rha’s front from knees to head.
Saida’s eyes widened, and she shivered, squirming. As the tongue retreated, leaving her damp and glistening, she choked back a whimpering moan.
“That’s what I thought.” The vixen smirked. “I could swallow you whole, even at this scale difference. But you should get the…full experience of what someone normal-sized gets from my attention. Should I shrink you, or get bigger?”
“Wh—get bigger?”
She grinned. “As you wish.”
“Wait! That’s not—”
Laughing, the vixen crouched again and leapt into the air, the downbeat of her wings strong enough to nearly lift the Rha off her feet. She soared straight up—then seemed to explode like a firework, bright enough to make spots dance across Saida’s vision. A concussive bass boom rattled through her bones.
Saida’s vision hadn’t fully cleared before another boom hit.
The dragon-vixen had landed again, this time several football fields away—still all too close. Saida gaped up. And up. And up. Even at just over eighty feet high, she would barely come up to the top of the creature’s toe now.
It was Saida’s turn to bolt, straight into the Union building. She didn’t know how big it was—gargantuan to a little, a good size to her, dwarfed by the vixen’s new size—but it was partially sunk into a hill, and built with magic to boot. Surely that offered some level of protection. The brief quake that had to have been the vixen taking a step forward offered no assurance, though.
A crowd had formed in the open lobby, shouting and shoving. Littles raced around on the surrounding balconies. Okay, where would be even slightly safe—
With a sound halfway between an earthquake and an immense hammer striking stone, the building’s frame shook from its top down. Screams came not only from the littles but from more than a few of the giants.
The light in the room shifted, and Saida’s tail curled between her legs. Giant toe pads pressed against the entrance door, claws digging into concrete as if it were sand. The dragon-vixen had stepped on top of the building—and casually blocked the only exit on this side in the same motion.
Everything held perfectly still for a moment. Then the cracking and crumbling noises started.
Far too many students, Benjy among them, ran toward the blocked doors, pounding to get out. Saida backed into a hallway, staying to the side to let other terrified giants (she had to add air-quotes around that now, didn’t she: “giants”) charge by.
The building held on long, agonizing seconds as cracks started to run up and down the walls, chunks fell from the ceiling, balconies separated and began to sway. Then it failed all at once. With a deafening smash, the light shifted again, and Saida faced the back of a digitigrade paw standing where the front of the Union building had been.
Interminable seconds passed. The paw lifted up into the air, debris and furniture and students raining down.
“No little white kitty.” Her voice was recognizably the same yet deeply transformed, new bass undertones carrying the force of divine command. “There’s your date, though. And I think I see you now.”
The paw swept casually back toward the intact part of the structure, toes far bigger than wrecking balls heading for the crowd containing Saida.
All the movements of the megavixen looked slow, in proportion, but the toes moved faster than Saida’s sprint. They hit her like a soft, plush freight train. Her vision dimmed momentarily as she gasped for breath, barely aware of tumbling. Muscles clenched, and abruptly she found herself pinned by something, one arm trapped against her side, one over her head, legs kicking futilely.
She moved again, fast, but not under her own power. Forward, up, and then it all snapped into focus: she’d been clenched between two vast black vulpine toes. Held upside down, she could barely see the now rapidly-receding ground as she struggled to peek out from between them.
“Ah. Those cute little kicking legs look like yours.” Fingers clamped onto one leg as the toes released and the paw dropped away. Now she dangled between two of the vixen’s fingers, gaping at a half-dozen other unwanted “giants” who’d been snagged in the paw-clench tumble to the ground. “Gotcha.”
Saida didn’t have time to catch her breath before the megavixen’s fingers opened and she fell onto the palm pad of her other hand. Then that hand lifted her up several thousand feet, up past the vixen’s shapely hips, taut stomach, stopping just about level with her prodigious cleavage.
By the time she came to a rest, Saida wasn’t panting entirely from fear. What the hell? She liked being the giant one, being the one littles got ever-so-slightly nervous around, maybe just a touch turned on by dark fantasies around stop stop stop bad cat.
Without warning the giantess let out an eardrum-shattering yip, eyes widening and narrowing in quick succession as she glared down. Biting her lip, Saida slid toward the edge of the pad to see what had caught her attention—magicians coming to the college’s rescue, perhaps?
Before she could spot whoever had challenged the megavixen, though, the vulpine jaws parted, and with the roar of a furnace, a torrent of flames erupted. Even at this distance, Saida winced, feeling her whiskers singe.
The jet ran a full ten seconds, the vixen turning her head from side to side. Fires exploded across the lawn at her paws, through the remains of the Student Union building. When she let up the blast, she wiped sparks and soot off her lips with her free hand and snorted. “Nice try.”
“Holy shit, you really are a dragon,” Saida breathed.
“Dragon and kitsune, but we can just say ‘kaiju.’” She shook out her hair, and began sauntering toward the edge of campus and Mensura’s actual downtown. “Now, let’s find a nice open field.”
“Go…go the other way…” Saida barely managed enough volume in her shaky voice for her to hear it herself.
Within just a few steps, the huge fox paws crunched over the “DMZ,” the nearly-abandoned area between campus and the main city, then on top of the city proper. Oh, goddess, she was—so—
She managed to raise her voice. “This isn’t a field!”
“At this size? Yes, it is.” The vixen lowered her voice to a teasing whisper. “And you are so very turned on, naughty little cat, aren’t you?”
“No!” she protested in a hoarse squeak.
“Liar. But here we go.” The megavixen sat right on top the downtown core, casually stretching her legs out. Saida watched, open-muzzled, as skyscrapers disappeared under her, demolished by weight or movements or even the seemingly light brush of fur. Plumes of debris rose in lines as she slowly lay back. Whole districts vanished to her left and right as she unfolded her wings along the ground, others literally buried and crumbled in her luxurious hair. Saida picked out flashes of emergency lights here and there, but what response could there possibly be?
She stretched her arm up to its full length, giving Saida a birds-eye view of her immense, beautiful form stretched out across the city she’d made her plaything in the span of a single minute. All just to tease her real plaything. This was a show for her, massive destruction all in service of teasing the Rha. Why? And why was it working?
The hand holding her descended to the vixen’s muzzle, the glistening black lips and fangs white enough to dazzle in the sunlight, and she was licked again.
The experience was completely different this time. The tongue wasn’t just bigger than her, its tip was bigger than her. The saliva didn’t leave her damp, it left her drenched and shuddering.
And moaning. Oh, goddess, she was turned on. By all of it. Why was she turned on?
A knowing, lascivious smirk crept across the expanse of lips beneath her. “Delicious.”
Saida opened her mouth to protest, but what was the use? She could tell. She could taste. So she just hung limply, dripping, as the giantess slowly parted her jaws.
Then the thumb moved away. Plastered to a titanic fingertip, Saida stuck to the pad for over a second before gravity triumphed over sticky saliva. She toppled onto that waiting tongue, sliding along its smooth, slick length another second until the kitsune stopped her descent by slapping it against the roof of her mouth.
Saida squeaked, gasping for breath in the muggy heat, and wriggled as she felt herself worked up toward the tip. Finally she ended caught between that tip, thick as one of her legs, and a single, gleaming fang. She shuddered violently. It felt like every nerve in her body had been hit by the kitsune’s fire.
The vixen wasn’t done with her, though. The tongue rammed her against the ivory surface, the fang taller than the Rha—the still-giant Rha—sliding her back and forth, turning her about, until the front of her body pressed against its surface.
And the tongue didn’t let up. For the megagiantess, they might have been tiny, pulsing pushes. For Saida, they were rhythmic thrusts, the hot, wet tongue enveloping her back, mashing her against the fang. Pressing it between her legs. Ramming. Pulsing. Again. And again. And again.
Saida’s moans turned into screams, of fear and pain and a climax so strong she thought it might tear her apart. She wrapped her legs and arms around the fang and bucked, spasming against the ivory, so lost in the crescendo she was barely aware of sliding back down the tongue, of the powerful swallow that sucked her down into hot, liquid darkness.
“That was an incredible dinner.”
Chipotle smiled at Autumn as she cleared plates. The coyote was a celebrity chef—and a friend of Saida’s, which meant that once in a while the Rha and the rabbit got an invitation for a “casual supper” with Chipotle and her (relatively) new partner. Not many things got Autumn to return to standard Mensura height, but these dinners did. “Kitana helped.”
The vixen raised her hands in a stop gesture, grinning. “Very little.” This was the third time they’d met her, an athletic, buxom blonde with striking sky-blue eyes and a melodic Asian accent. She stood a nose taller than Autumn—no mean feat, given the goth bunny’s six-foot-three height—and looked like she could probably benchpress her.
“It was great nonetheless.” Saida stood up with her girlfriend. “Thank you for inviting us.”
“Thank you for coming.” Kitana smiled, meeting the Rha’s eyes with an intensity that belied her easygoing tone, then headed into the kitchen to help Chipotle.
“I swear, that’s the look from the dream,” Saida murmured sotto voce. “Again.”
“You just have an oral fixation with pretty predators,” Autumn whispered back.
Saida hmfed, pointing between the rabbit and herself. “Which one of us is the pretty predator?”
“We both know the answer to that.” Autumn snapped her teeth. Saida tried not to let her ears color.
As all four headed to the door, Chipotle hugged both of them in turn. “Thank you again. See you next month?”
Autumn grinned. “Absolutely.”
Kitana hugged them both, too. As she held Saida a moment, she pressed her muzzle to the Rha’s ear. “I’ve never had prey fuck my fang before,” she whispered. “I wonder what you’ll do next time?”
Saida dropped her arms, pupils dilating, ears flattening.
The vixen stepped back, smiling demurely as she held the door open for the cat. “I look forward to catching you later.”