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Hi! So I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted actual writing & not just me rambling. The reason for this is that I’ve been going through some serious writers block recently which has been veryyyyy difficult to overcome. I will hopefully post more soon, but it’s not 100% rn. :[

I also wanna quickly credit my irl bestie Soldier Blade who was basically my beta for this. I couldn’t have done it without you :]

Based off of this prompt

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Fledgling Part 1

Drahoslava. The almighty dragon who ruled the great mountains of Rosewood, who was said to either protect those who entered her domain, or to destroy them when they entered. The legend that had caused many to steer clear of the towering peaks she called home. That was how she liked it; the lands untainted by humans, inhabited instead by the mystical creatures of the woodlands & wild plants that bloomed with more colour than one can imagine. This unnerved humans, the unknown of what was beyond the peaks. So they built walls to shield themselves from the mythical, to keep themselves safe. Nobody went past the borders, nor did anybody go inside.

 So you can imagine her surprise when she sensed two humans in her lair, an adult knight & an infant.

She narrowed her sharp, amethyst eyes from behind the spiny stalagmites as they limped inside, a small trail of blood following the knight's staggering steps. The knight carried a ragged bundle close to his armoured chest, likely where the infant was. As silent as the night itself, she approached from behind, the shadows blending with her raven-coloured scales. The human paused, looking around for the threat before spotting her in the shadows.

    Without a second to waste, she emerged from her cover, her large stature towering over his. She could see him tense, his body ever so slightly shaking from fear as he stood his ground. Draho was proud to see that she was still as terrifying as she’d been during her younger years, with her midnight colored horns & scales that sent fear into the most brave souls.

    “Do you have no self preservation, human? You know what they say happens to idiotic little knights who attempt to challenge me.” She sneered, looking down at him from the pile of rocks she stood on. He swallowed audibly, his grip on the bundle tightening ever so slightly. She smiled sinisterly, her senses prepared for the fight that would likely come. Draho stepped forward, ready for whatever plan this knight ha-

    “Please take care of her.” He pleaded, desperation & hope evident in his voice. She stepped back, startled by the outburst. “T-this is the safest place she can go. I do not want her to end up like the others..” He rasped, gently bringing the child forward. She looked past the cloth, & there was the infant's face. She had warm, copper skin that was slightly flushed at the cheeks & eyes, as if to indicate she had been crying. Though, she slept peacefully in his arms, completely unbothered. Draho studied the child, her amethyst eyes narrowed in thought. Drahoslava had expected a battle, not begging to take care of an infant. 

    “I’m not sure I understand…” She muttered, not wanting to wake the baby. Her gaze moved to the knight, who held her with care & gentleness she previously saw unfit for humans. He looked up at her, large teary blue eyes shining with hope & begging. Draho surveyed him, noticing the wound that was continuing to bleed sluggishly, the exhaustion that fought to knock him over, his unkempt russet hair that was messily tied back out of his eyes. Overall, all she could feel sympathy replacing the previous malice that she was used to. The knight cleared his throat, snapping the dragon out of her musings.

    “I- The kingdom of Jacaranda was invaded by King Lucius. He ordered his guards to kill all the members of the royal family, including her…” His voice cracked as he said this, small tears beginning to cascade down his pale face. “I was ordered to kill her, &-& I couldn’t do it. She’s barely seen what the world has to offer, & I just- I don’t want to take away a life that's too young to even speak, let alone be a threat.” Draho felt her heart drop at the notion, but before she could speak, he continued. “I doubt I will last much longer, so I beg that you take her, or else she will di-”

    “What's her name?” She interjected, looking back at the infant. His gaze dropped down to the bundle in his arms. 

    “Serenity.” He responded, a small smile creeping onto his face. A smile that showed nothing but adoration & care. A smile with love that Draho recognized when her young had hatched all those years ago. The dragon sighed softly, dreading the reaction that would come of her decision. She knew it was slightly cruel, but she had no choice.

    “What is your name? I cannot keep calling you “The knight” now can I?” She joked humorlessly, feeling guilt seep into her mind. The knight seemed surprised by the question, yet straightened subconsciously as he introduced himself.

    “I am Sir Nathan Del, though I would prefer you called me Nathan.” He chuckled nervously, hestitance replacing the fondness he had earlier. Draho looked at him with eyes full of pity. She didn’t like what she was about to say, but it had to be done. Sucking in a breath, she began to speak.

    “Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Nathan, but I’m afraid I cannot take care of Serenity,” she paused, pointedly ignoring how his face fell with anguish. She would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the slightest bit of satisfaction from that. Old grudges are hard to get rid of, she supposed. “I have already fostered many fledglings of my own. My time as a mother is over, & for that I am truly sorry.” She concluded. Nathan didn’t respond, only stood there, face pale from fear & disappointment. 

    “I- Miss Drahoslava- Serenity has nowhere else to go! I will be unable to make the trek back down & even if I do then I won’t be able to outrun the guards &-” He continued to ramble, his breath breaking into short gasps. Draho felt bile rise in her throat as she watched him hyperventilate, his legs becoming noticeably more & more unsteady until they fell beneath him.

    Without missing a beat, Draho scooped he & Serenity up into her arms before they had landed on the stone floors of her home. She felt something warm & sticky drip onto her limbs, & the sharp metallic smell of blood permeated around the cavern. Turning him over, she saw the previously sluggish wound was now bleeding rapidly. Without thinking, she manoeuvred them to a secure position on her back.Though it was rather uncomfortable, she ventured into the heart of the mountain with her newest companions.

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If y’all like this I can make it a series, which goes true to my other fics lol.

Without further ado, have a great day/night! :D

Marianna was lounging by the pool when she started to grow. She did not know how, nor why she started, but there it was.

The sun at its zenith had baked on to Marianna’s skin as she lay on her crisp white towel beside the pool. The scent of tanning oil, rubbed all over her smooth skin wafted in the air, dates mingled with the slight, sweet smell of the beads of sweat that trickled down her slim, petite body. As the rays crooned their fullest, in her languor her eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier, and the toned muscles relaxed.

She remembered that she dreamt, but Marianna never knew of what. She awoke to find her feet cool and damp, where the edge of the pool lapped at the sides. She stretched a little further, wriggling with the relaxing pleasure licking over her brazen calves, and sighed once again, content to keep her eyes shut. She could feel the sun, only but a little lower she suspected, radiating a warmth that washed over her in waves, and the contrast of the water was wonderful. Now, this was the way to spend an afternoon. She spread herself further, and drifted back into a deep sleep, comfortable under the weight of her softness, feeling the gentle scorch drifting over her flesh.

At first, no one would have noticed, but Marianna’s towel, inch by inch, had slowly begun to disappear underneath her. She breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling just a little less with each expansion. Occasionally, a small gasp would escape her, and she appeared to tighten with pleasure before blossoming further. Her tightening panties were wet with more than just the occasional splashes her feet made as her legs elongated towards the pool, and the splitting seams of her constricting bikini top tickled her sensitive breasts as they slowly spilled out over the top.

Marianna, not so much as getting taller, was enlarging. While her generous booty and thick thighs lengthened, her proportions stayed the same, so she remained as voluptuous as when she was merely five foot five. Now… the calves of a six foot one woman hung over the poolside, gently stretching. The growth was steady and constant, and the dozing Marianna was becoming wetter and wetter by the minute.

Marianna moaned loudly, passing the 7ft mark, as if eager for the next benchmark. Her towel was no longer visible under her, and her swimwear was slowly following suit as her tits and ass engulfed the garments with their pliant, bulging enormity. Her nipples showed rock hard through the thinning fabric, and her lower half was completely soaked, even as her thighs approached the pool to follow her submerged shins.

The pleasure was steady and intense, not allowing her senses a second’s rest as it assaulted her with ounce upon ounce of gigantic pleasure. Soon, she was almost twice her original height, and approaching dangerously close to coming. She quivered, setting her assets to a jiggle that showed the amazing quality of her clothing which still somehow held under the gargantuan strain of the wanton slumberer. Her fingers dug into the flesh of her pussy and titties, kneading the flesh to spur on her release. All her subconscious mind knew was how good this felt, and was bent on getting more.

Still the amazon swelled. The ends of her long, blonde tresses tossed as she bucked under pleasure, and the nearby furniture shook and toppled as she rocked in ecstasy, her long fingers fluttering over her tingling torso and thighs, rubbing to feel more of the sensation overcoming her. She was getting so close, some part of her knew, and her bronze skin was afire with the roar of growing anticipation. Her back, aided by her capacious rear, arched, on the brink, and she shot up, inch by inch, as she played with herself, fingering her raw clit beneath the shredded, skin tight panties. The air was now heavy with the scent of her sex, and every little breeze made her shudder… And then it came, like a thousand thunderclaps down on her, a racing orgasm that ripped her from the land of nod and into the waking world, tossing under the violent blasts of pleasure that tore through her, one by one, excruciatingly exquisite as she exploded outwards to fully twelve feet in height.

She lay there, writhing and squealing, trembling as she extended slowly. Oh wow, that had felt amazing! She’d never experienced anything like that, ever. She could still feel it all over. She drew a finger up an ample thigh and jolted at the response.

“Well, that must have been a good dream,” she mused to herself, a grin quirking on her lips as she bathed in the afterglow of coming. “If only I could remember what, or who, I was doing…” She shrugged her massive shoulders, not noticing as her left strap gave way under a torrent of burgeoning titflesh, exposing an areola capped with a nipple bigger than a dollar coin.

She giggled headily, feeling amazing, her breath still coming quick. 

It was only when she slipped into the pool, still grinning, and attempted to move away from the shallows that she realised something was up. Her eyes fixed on the sign that read ‘9ft’, beside her plump, rounded ass stretching the bikini bottom to the thinnest of G strings, and then moved up and down taking in the rest of her body as it gradually rose further above the waves.

A Tiny to his Giant girlfriend.

This one’s for the g/t blogs that I follow. :3

There’s still that ounce of insecurity. That look that you give when you sweep your hair aside and turn back to face me, down here at my measly level. There’s a need for approval, acknowledgement - acceptance. It’s in your eyes, and I wonder if it will ever go away.

You may be growing, and becoming more beautiful and strong as you do so, but I know that the girl inside is still small. I wish you could see you as I do… beyond all expectations of excellence. And the inner you eclipses all that without. I can use so many words to describe your appearance, and I know that you love it when I do compliment you, but I’m really here for your big heart.

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