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I sighed, staring at the crater caused by the crashing Pool Ship. Or rather, what was left of it. Still can't believe that the plan worked. The sound of feet on gravel made me turn, meeting the blank faced Rachel. Blonde, athletic, and even now without so much as a hair out of place or any sign of the sheer hell we’d been through.

"Jake?" I asked, even if I knew the answer. The fact that it was just her approaching told me everything I needed to know.

"Free," was all she said in response. "Marco?"

"Knocked me out, left a note saying that he had to do it. For his mom. I'll be honest, I wasn’t expecting to be alive right now."

Rachel punched my shoulder. Hard. "Don't you dare give up now. Not when... when we're so close to the end."

I met Rachel's eyes, "I've been here for six months, and in that time I not only turned the Yeerk Invasion into a global invasion, got most of your families killed or infested, but now all but you and Cassie are dead and Cassie's host to Visser One!"

"You also managed to come up with the plan that took out Visser Three-" Rachel began.

"Which cost Tobias and Ax their lives and got Jake and Cassie caught!" I snapped back.

"You stole a Yeerk shuttle, loaded it with a nuke, and programmed it to fly to the Pool Ship. Dammit Dorian, because of you we just took out what must have been most of the Yeerks on Earth!"

"Ninety five percent," the unusually flat, hollow voice of Erek King spoke up behind us.

Rachel and I turned, facing the holographically disguised form of the alien android.

"Erek," I greeted as I stood up.

"Dorian," he returned cooly, his expression softening ever so slightly as he turned to face Rachel, "Rachel."

"Please tell me you can point us to Visser One?" Rachel asked.

He sighed, looking back and forth between us. I knew why Erek was hesitant, he was quite literally programmed to do no harm, he couldn't even so much as swat a mosquito. And the only Animorphs left were Rachel, our own Xena Warrior Princess, and myself, the nine-foot freak from another reality. The two Animorphs most willing to utilize violence, and having just used the most deadly weapon ever made by the human race.

"I'm not sharing this information for you," he finally said. "I'm doing it for Cassie."

It was ten hours later that Rachel and I were on the move, her in the air and me on the ground, closing in on the place where it all began. Why Visser One chose here, at this construction site, I can only assume to be some sense of poetic irony. Visser One had no part in Elfangor granting the morphing power, but having taken Cassie as a host, it had access to all her memories.

<I was wondering when you'd show up,> Cassie's voice rang through my head.

<Visser, I'm going to give you one chance to release Cassie. One way or the other, you won't be keeping her as a host,> I threatened, projecting my threat as I lifted my head, snout taking in a myriad of scents. Most of them I dismissed as being from homeless vagrants that had passed through, countless mice, rats, dogs, cats, raccoons, and more birds than I can count. All too old.

<Oh I agree, I won't be keeping this host,> Visser One all but purred. This pseudo-flirting was bad enough when it was being done with Marco's mother, but hearing it from Cassie was just vile.

<Any luck?> I sent to Rachel, who was in owl morph high above.

<Not ye- wait. I see something. On your seven o'clock. Coming in fast!>

I whipped around, and immediately threw myself to the side as Visser One charged me with a morph that I knew Cassie hadn't possessed when she'd been taken.

<Get down here as soon as you can!> I sent to Rachel as I lowered my stance and readied to fight a psychotic alien that wanted to wear my body as a skin-suit.

It just had to be a hippo morph.

Mentally, I catalogued the physical capabilities of our two morphs. Visser One was in a full grown hippo morph, easily one of if not the deadliest animal on the African savannah, with a fuckton of muscle and an insane bite force. I was morphed into an inostravencia, more commonly referred to as gorgonops. The size of a polar bear, with saber fangs and the basic build of a tiger.

Yeah, I was a prehistoric apex predator, but I was still in deep shit. All Visser One needed was to get one good bite and I'd be crippled long enough for it to finish me. The hippo outmassed me fivefold, had a stronger bite, and was a lot faster than it looked.

Fortunately, I only had to buy time for Rachel. We'd discussed the potential battle morphs that Visser One would use, including the odds of it having grabbed ones that Cassie didn't have. This particular situation called for Rachel's first battle morph: the bull elephant.

As Visser One charged at me again, I leapt up against a half-finished wall and pushed off. Reaching out with my clawed forelimbs, I raked along their back, leaving long rents in their hide. But too shallow to be considered real damage. My inostravencia morph lacked the ability to deal out enough damage fast enough to put Visser One down.

Morphing wasn't exactly speedy, and Rachel had to demorph from her owl morph before she could morph into an elephant and help me. So I had to survive against what amounted to an angry and pissed off hippo in a morph not suited to fighting one. Goodie.

I was faster and more agile, but only barely. In every other metric, I was outclassed. Sooner or later, I'd tire and make a mistake. The only question was if Rachel would I'd managed to avoid being hit, and I'd left an array of slashes across Visser One's hide. That was when I slipped up, literally.

My back left paw landed on something slick, and slid out from under me as I was landing. My barrel hit the ground, and before I could react, pain burned through my face, a loud snapping sound filled the air, and it was all I could do to keep breathing as with each breath fluid filled my lungs.

Pain soon flared in my forelimbs, as a terrible weight stepped on them. Shards of bone shredded the muscles surrounding them, as the mass turned the bones in my forelimbs to powder and splinters.

<There we are, now be a good boy and don't bleed out or demorph until I can get into that lovely body of yours,> Visser One crooned.

The pain was immesurable, but I managed to force my eyes open enough to see the damage. No wonder my snout hurt and I was in danger of drowning: the damn slug had managed to bite the entire end of my upper jaw off!

Demorphing would let me survive, I just needed to concentra-

TSEEEEEW

More pain lashed through me, as Visser One, having pushed the demorph as fast as Cassie's body could, shot me with a dracon beam. I felt the skin of my belly part, pretty sure my organs were spilling out, but I rallied my concentration and focus. I pictured myself in my brain: brown hair, blue eyes, caucasian features, youthful face, and, most notably, eight foot ten and built like a linebacker.

What remained of my muzzle shrunk, my shoulders warped and twisted, hair grew from my scalp, claws shrank into nails, breathing became easier as the blood in my lungs was incorporated into my base, human body.

My vision sharpened, just in time to see the elephant form of Rachel using her trunk and foreleg to push Cassie off her right tusk.

I pushed myself to my feet, and raced over to Cassie as Rachel started to demorph. She was barely breathing, and a small yellow green form slipped out of her ear. I didn’t hesitate: I turned Visser One into a smear under my fist.

"Come on Cassie, morph something," I muttered under my breath as I instinctively put pressure on the wound.

But she wasn't morphing. I glanced at her face, to see her eyes blank and staring at nothing.

"Dammit," I swore.

"She's..." Rachel began, as she came out of her morph.

"Free, and Visser One is dead," I  answered.

"So... now what?"

I thought back to my Warehouse, and an idea came to mind. Cradling Cassie's body in my arm (I'm more than big enough to do so), I reached into a tiny fold of fabric in my morphing suit and pulled out a key.

"Follow me, I have an idea," I told Rachel.

Making my way to one of the only doors in the area, I slid the key into what passed for a lock and turned it. The door opened to reveal a mostly empty warehouse floor. What I was after was fairly close to the entrance, so I hurried over and opened up what looked like an upright glass coffin. Slipping Cassie in, I closed the glass chamber and immediately activated it, the glass cover frosting over with ice crystals.

“Since when do you have a giant warehouse hidden inside a porta-john?” Rachel asked as ice crystals coated the interior of the stasis chamber.

“Came with the fossil morphs, giant body, and losing my original name,” I answered, letting my body just relax for what felt like the first time in six months. “That stasis chamber should keep her body preserved, and my… ‘benefactor’ should be sending me to another reality now that the war’s over. Sooner or later one of those worlds should have a means to bring her back to life.”

I took Rachel to the house attached to the Warehouse, with its fully stocked kitchen and threw together a simple plate of rice and eggs. It wasn't much, but after everything we'd been through in the last twenty four hours, it tasted heavenly.

Throughout the meal, Rachel kept giving me considering looks, but I did my best not to let them distract me from the food. When we finished, I put the dishes in the sink and led Rachel to one of the many guest rooms. Afterwards, I headed to the master bedroom with its custom sized bed that would actually fit me.

Gigantism without the health drawbacks sounds great, until you try to find anything that fits. Then it turns everything into a pain in the ass. Stripping out of my morphing outfit, I didn't bother putting anything else on as I flopped onto the bed and tried to fall asleep.

“Dorian?” Rachel’s voice called from the doorway. I lifted my head, to look at her, swallowing the sudden lump that formed in my throat. I’d gotten used to seeing her in a leotard, it’s what she used for her morphing outfit afterall. But she wasn’t wearing that, instead she was wearing one of my extra shirts. The difference in our heights meant that it came down to her lower shins, and her left shoulder was exposed, along with her arm about halfway to her elbow.

"What’s up?" I asked, forcefully pushing my hormones aside. We'd just been through hell on earth, and despite my physical age, mentally she was almost sixteen years younger than me. I’d been close to thirty before arriving here, and her fourteenth birthday wasn’t for another three months.

"After the last month, trying to sleep alone doesn't feel right," she said as she climbed up onto my bed and lay next to me, her back pressed against my side, my arm hugged like a stuffed animal, claiming my bicep as a pillow. I guess it made sense, after we lost everyone but Marco, we’d taken to sleeping in a shared bed in whatever relatively safe place we could find.

"Alright, good night then," I whispered.

She made a soft noise, as we drifted off to sleep.

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《《Well now, that was entertaining.》》

In my dream, I leveled a glare at the entity in front of me. It called itself ‘Jump-Chan’, in my head I called it ‘R.O. Bitch’. The form it was taking this time was of a woman with mediterranean features, blood red eyes, matching lipstick, black hair tied up in a bun, dressed in an elegant black dress with gold trim that left her upper chest exposed while still covering her neck.

“What do you want?” I asked, not in the mood to deal with any kind of bullshit.

《《Just checking in on my investment. I must say, I approve of your handling of the war: you managed to secure the best of the Animorphs for yourself while eliminating any potential rivals. To top it off, you secured her loyalty with an unspoken and ever out of reach promise. Well done.》》

“Fuck you,” I snapped. She laughed in response, a gloved hand covering her mouth.

《《Not just yet, my dear boy, I have very exacting standards in my… carnal partners. You will need a lot of practice before you would last so much as a fimtosecond. I suggest starting with the delightful blonde amazon cuddling up next to you.》》

“She’s thirteen, you sick fuck!”

《《And I’m over fifteen billion, if I cared about age there’d be no one old enough for me to even consider. If it’s size you’re concerned about, I’ve already taken measures to ensure that you won’t kill any you choose to bed, just provide enough pain to really make it fun.》》

“Is that the only reason you’re here? To try to convince me to have sex with someone less than half my age?”

《《Not just that, I’m telling you that your time in this Jump is over. You’ll be dropped into the next one in about a week. Do try to have fun with this, and I highly recommend breaking your first toy in before then.》》

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Given the conversation with R.O. Bitch consisted of more than a little bit of talk regarding sex, I really shouldn’t have been surprised by what I woke up to. But, as my eyes opened and the faint aroma of shampoo filled my nose, I felt… something against my hands. I looked down to see a head of blonde hair, and my shirt bunched up by her shoulders. I’d rolled onto my side while I was asleep, the much bigger spoon to Rachel’s little one, and my right hand was gently squeezing her petite, budding breasts while my left was between her legs, my middle finger curled up into her core.

My eyes snapped open as wakefulness jolted through me. Carefully, I pulled my finger out of her and moved my right hand from her chest. There was still one particular issue: I’d been naked when I got into bed, and Rachel hadn’t been wearing anything under my shirt. My hardon was pressed between the globes of her ass, and up along the small of her back. Doing my best to ignore how her skin felt against my dick, I carefully pulled my left hand from where it had found itself during our sleep. Only for her thighs to clamp down, not wanting to let me go.

Carefully, I pulled my hand from between her thighs, even as her arms tightened their grip, pulling my left arm closer to her chest and unintentionally pushing her pubescent bottom against my groin. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, resisting the urge to slide my cock down past her ass and fuck her tiny pussy raw.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Rachel said, surprising me.

“I thought you were still asleep,” I murmured, not letting the panic show in my voice.

“I’ve been awake longer than you, and woke up to feel your finger up in me, your thing sliding between my butt, and your hand squeezing my chest.”

… shit.

I tried to think of something, anything to say, but instead of waiting for me to try to stammer out an explanation, Rachel reached behind her and wrapped her dainty (by comparison) hand around my still throbbing shaft. Hesitantly, almost gingerly, her hand rubbed along my length, her fingers squeezing and feeling as she explored. I didn’t move, all but frozen as she groped and fondled my massive dick.

The same alteration that made me a giant had a similar effect on my genitals, leading to another reason I was hesitant to have sex with Rachel: I was thirteen inches and of comparable girth to a soda can when I was erect. My inner monolog was cut off as Rachel continued her explorations, this time by rubbing her ass against me, sliding her cheeks along the section of dick they covered. I grit my teeth at the sensation of smooth, creamy skin grinding into me, before I pulled my arm out from Rachel’s grip and grabbed onto her shoulders.

“Rachel, if you don’t stop, I won’t be able to control myself,” I warned her.

“That’s what I’m after, Dorian,” she said quietly, her voice thick with lust. “Just do it, I can take whatever you throw at me. I… I don’t want to feel alone anymore.”

I don’t know if Rachel meant to say that last part out loud, but the last of my resistance crumbled upon hearing it. Taking in a deep breath, I let it out before reaching down and taking myself in hand. Pulling down, my length slid through the crack of her ass, my purple head leaving a trail of pre along the small of her back.

“Lift your leg up,” I murmured, and she did so, holding onto her foot in a pose that showcased her experience in gymnastics while allowing me access to her. The head of my cock slipped down, past her backdoor and came to a stop at her entrance. “Last cha…”

I didn’t get the chance to finish, as Rachel drove herself back and down. I didn’t enter her, instead sliding up along her pussy, my head rubbing her clit in the process. But it still got the message across loud and clear. Guiding myself back into place, I held my dick firm with one hand and started pushing in. I heard Rachel suck in a breath through her teeth, moments before something tore and I forced my way inside her.

“Fuck!” Rachel cursed, leaning her head forwards even as she continued to hold her leg up. “How do I have a hymen? I tore that in gymnastics two years ago!”

“At a guess? Morphing restored it,” I said with a grunt, gritting my teeth to try to keep my focus. Even ignoring our sheer size difference, Rachel was a very athletic girl which made her insanely tight.

“You mean I’ll get it back every time I morph? Dammit,” Rachel growled, her stuffed and stretched passage squeezing down on me.

I’d had sex a few times before R.O. Bitch dragged me off to be her eventual multiversal booty call, but not once had I been with someone even half as tight as Rachel was. I knew that I wouldn’t last long, but I wanted to get as deep into her as I could reach before I burst. So while doing my absolute best to hold back, I pushed deeper into Rachel’s tiny teen twat.

Rachel was taking deep, hissing breaths, but I’d warned her and I was too far gone to stop. Taking her upraised leg in hand, I started to thrust up into her, forcing her too small pussy to stretch and accommodate my massive girth. Finally, my cockhead hit against a barrier, with just over half of my length still outside of Rachel’s pussy.

“God damn, I’ve never felt so full,” Rachel hissed out, before looking down to where we were joined. “Holy crap, how much do you have left to go?!”

“Um… I’m maybe half in,” I said, “but that’s all you can take. I’m already at your cervix, there’s nowhere else to go.”

“Dammit,” she whispered in frustration. “Do y-urk!”

Whatever she was going to ask was cut off as I began to pull back. Half my length or not, she was still the tightest girl I’d been with and was more than hot enough for me to be ready and eager to continue.

What followed wasn't love making, it wasn't even sex. It was fucking. It was me using Rachel’s pussy for my pleasure. A part of me felt guilty for not taking Rachel’s enjoyment into account, but I couldn’t stop.

Like I’d expected, I didn’t last long. Maybe three minutes after I’d taken her virginity, I felt my completion approaching. My fingers dug into the meat of her thigh, while my other hand cupped the back of her head before turning her to face me. My lips captured hers, tasting salty from the tears she couldn’t hold in, and I erupted. My hips drove me as deep into her as I could, sending jet after jet of white sperm deep into her.

When I came down from the orgasmic high, I broke the forced kiss, and winced as the guilt hit me. Pulling out as gently as I could, I grimaced upon seeing the pink fluid coating my cock, as well as the angry red and puffy state of her entrance.

“Shit. Rachel, I’m sorry,” I told her as I pulled away from her.

Taking a moment to catch her breath and wipe the tears from her eyes, Rachel took a shuddering breath before looking me in the eye as she spoke, “You warned me, and I still told you to continue. Yeah, it hurt, I won’t deny that.”

“Sor-” I began, before she snapped at me.

“Don’t start.” Rachel glowered at me for a minute, then continued. “It hurt, but I’d be willing to give it another try in a day or two. Along with… some other stuff.”

I blinked, not sure I could believe what I was seeing. But no, Rachel was indeed blushing and looking away. Huh, I kinda wished I had a camera just so I could capture the odd sight.

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The rest of the week until the next world passed. I told Rachel everything I knew about what to expect (almost nothing, given how this was the second time I’d gone to a different world), we worked out in the attached gym, and we uh… had sex. A lot. I’ll say this, Rachel’s a lot kinkier than I was expecting. I was still too big for her, but she got aggressive when she was in the mood. In all honesty, I think part of it was pride: she didn’t want to admit that she couldn’t take me in her, so she forced herself to continue.

It wasn’t just vaginal, we’d also done oral (though I put my foot down when she broached to subject of anal), and she was just as aggressive in that as she was in everything else. Which was how she was lying on my bed, on her back with her head hanging over the side. While I used her mouth as another pussy, her throat bulging out obscenely as I battered past the entrance to her esophagus. I was so long and so thick that I not only saw my cock plunging past her collarbone, I felt it.

Mashing my pelvis against Rachel’s jaw, I let out a groan as I came, sending my seed directly into her stomach as she moaned at the sensation. The vibrations radiated through my dick, making me cum all the harder, which made her moan more, resulting in a sexual feedback loop. Still, all things must come to an end, and I pulled out; the last few shots covering her blue tinged face as she gasped for breath.

“Bout time,” Rachel said after she caught her breath, her voice raspy from the brutal treatment I’d subject it to. “I was starting to wonder if you’d ever cut loose.”

“Well what do you expect when you wake me up wearing that?” I asked, gesturing to the clothes she wore.

I have no idea where she found it, but she’d managed to get her hands on a catholic schoolgirl outfit. At a guess, R.O. Bitch tucked it away somewhere. It did make me wonder what else had been placed in the house that I hadn’t found yet. Still looking pretty battered, Rachel nonetheless gave a cocky grin as she stood up and stumbled over to the attached bathroom.

《《Not bad, my dear boy. Although I suppose I shouldn’t call you that anymore.》》

I admit, I jumped when R.O. Bitch spoke up behind me. I turned around to glare at her, my good mood completely evaporating now that she’d shown up.

“What do you want?” I snapped.

《《I’m just here to let you know that your next destination has been picked and your… gifts chosen. Since I’m such a darling, I’ve chosen to give your toy in the master shower right now the opportunity to tag along with you.》》

“Whether she wants it or not, right?

《《What she wants or desires is irrelevant, she’s only useful in helping train you up and unlock your potential.》》

I took in a deep breath and held it for a moment, before looking at her with as much hate as I could muster, “One day, I will make you pay for all of this. It may not be any time soon, but eventually I will break you.”

《《You are so cute when you’re trying to be intimidating. Now, off you go, and be sure to complete the tasks before I grow bored with this world.》》

“Wait, what tasks?!”

I didn’t get an answer, merely a smug smirk as she snapped her fingers, and I was falling.