Macross Xilimyth (6/6)

Commission for: Xilimyth

Art by: Janus

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Xilimyth’s butt slid back across the dome with a hard wince. It had finally happened. Her body may have been built to the stuff Zentradi gods could only dream of, but the crushing vacuum of space ultimately caused her insides to implode. The shock had been so harsh that she barely felt any pain at all. Guess that meant these were her final thoughts. Any moment now she would fade into unconsciousness as chunks of her lifeless muscles sailed across the battlefield into the void beyond.

....

Any moment now...

Xilimyth very tentatively cracked one eye open. The other quickly followed as she looked down at her massive boobs heaving up and down. The lack of gravity turned their jiggling into a slightly hypnotic kind of ripple pattern, not unlike waves in a pond. Shock turned to wonder as Xilimyth raised a hand to flex its swollen mass of plump bicep. She had surged even bigger still, and somehow remained in one piece. Quite a sizable set of squashed cheetah cheeks now bloated out the starlight above the ruined city where her hunches rested.

“How the heck am I breathing in space!?” she mused, and then grasped at her throat. “How the heck am I TALKING in space!?”

An answer came when Xilimyth's hands drifted down a little lower. Right in the area between shoulder and neck, she found several loose flaps in her scales. Incredibly sensitive ones that opened and closed with the rhythm of her breathing. In fact, she barely needed to inhale through mouth or nose with them working. Xilimyth could only guess that popping sensation had been her lungs ripping open their own set of gills.

That was when Xilimyth noticed her hands. The tips of each finger were emitting their own soft glow. Every claw grew even as she watched, becoming thick and sharper than mech knives. From them, streams of light whisked down along the length of Xilimyths arms. Something was following the flow of her veins through every rigged muscle or jiggling load of fat in her growing body.

Realization struck Xilimyth better than a spray of stray laser shots; the ships nanites! She must have gotten cut ripping open the ship's glass, letting those little pests right into her bloodstream. They were already going everywhere inside her body working to repair what their programming might perceive as broken. That would probably explain why there was not even a sign of a blemish where they entered among her fingers. Not to mention why she was suddenly changed into some sort of space fish.

Actually, that line of explanation just raised a heck of a lot more questions...

Like why was she growing scales?

"Cooooool!"

Xilimyth held up a forearm lost in wonder. It's spotted fur shifted to make room for the series of scutes rising out of her flesh to form an armored bracer. A matching bracer formed on her other arm, and then both elbows. Legs were going through a similar process of armoring up; the front of each shin gaining their own chitin plates. The edges of which scrapped decent gashes in the domes already injured glass. Dragons must be made of some very tough stuff indeed to produce such natural protection.

"Nnghh! Wha?"

Which was to say nothing about dragons natural weapons. Another mild pressure hit Xilimyth along her poor feline scalp. Feeling with both sausage hands confirmed this was her horns slinking out larger in rapid growth. Another pair grew out behind those to make a fan pattern, followed by a third pair jutting under her ears to follow along with the sides of her jaw. Xilimyth really wished she had a mirror with how badass these kilometer long protrusions must have made her look. Way neater than the head of Janus' VF, and she did not even need a helmet.

Plus she had spikes now, apparently. Xilimyth thought her joints were starting to get a bit stiff at first, but then elbows and knees jutted out into very sharp points. They quickly ruptured through flesh and fur into thick slashing weapons. No sooner had they settled in than Xilimyth flinched at her collar blossomed into a thick ring of bony spines. Their curved patterns worked perfectly protect her neck and shoulders. Some smaller spikes even grew out the joints of her wings.

Now she really wished for a mirror to see all the scales cascading across her breasts and chiseled abs. Xilimyth was utterly oblivious to how her nose stretched to a more angular configuration. Her once pink top pulled flush into a reptilian muzzle full of meat shredding teeth. Overall she probably assumed her appearance to become something like royalty, or a kaiju monster, possibly both...

"Uuuaaaggh! I'm hit!"

Xilimyth nearly jumped off her dome perch, which her legs now straddled on its dwindling size. Head whipped around unable to comprehend why such a pained scream sounded right next to her. Fighters and cruisers whizzed around but way too far a distance to even broadcast any audio.

"A whole squad coming in on the left!"

"I see five more under...what the...Guys, what is that THING on the colony ship!?"

Xilimyth folded in on herself with a blush. Overactive imagination suddenly helped visualize the hundreds of tiny eyes observing her naked dracat body in the distance.

"Is that Xilimyth?"

Ears perked in response to a familiar voice. "Janus? Where are you?"

"Wait, you can hear me!? Xili, please tell me you're not a physic voice in my head."

"I don't think I am. But how am I even hearing anything? I'm sitting on the freaking dome without any...um...radio stuff."

"Yeah, we can see that," balked a random pilot. There was even a trail of static to his voice.

"What the heck!?" Bren's voice suddenly broke the conversation. "I knew something was blocking the external cams but was not expecting Xili's aah...you know what, nevermind. How the heck are you still growing!?"

"You tell me!" Xilimyth threw her arms up in a shrug, then yelped as one hand absently swatted away a pirate VF attempting a fly by her looming nipples. "Some repair bots on the glass got into my blood and just went to town."

"Yeah, but the doctor said you were only a part dragon! This is definitely not part...well...you look a lot more regal than with that dress on."

Xilimyth blushed through her new facial scales fidgeting to stay sitting on the dome. Had she actually heard the radio communications through her head? More importantly, was this a result of the nanobots or her grow into a demi-goddess?

"I'd joke about your moon tits, tinycat, but I'm getting shot at," added another pilot. "Maybe you could get that cosmic butt up to help us, huh?"

Xilimyth could not help huffing a bit but reminded herself friends were fighting for their lives in those little hornets buzzing around.

"That's not a bad idea," came back Janus' voice. "The pirate ship looks like it's going to take a swing at you while it's still big enough to cause damage."

"What?!" Xilimyth whipped her head around.

Approaching in at full thrusters, the patched-up Macross ship had already converted into its humanoid mech mode. Xilimyth's wings and tail dropped hard across the dome taking in her opponent. The twin blasters in each hand looked almost as big as the metal body holding them. There was no way of knowing if her new armor plates could hold up to a flagship barrage. A few rounds from those would doom the colony ship for sure.

Might as well make that less of a collateral target. Xilimyth pushed as gently as she dared off the dome's glass, trying not to send the poor colony ship hurtling through space. Being in zero gravity helped a little. A few flaps of her wings got her to stay on a level course to meet the enemy Macross head on.

Those pirates had no intention of being as careful. Both rifles raised to take aim, but it was not until Xilimyth got closer she realized they were poised over her ripped shoulders. Those damn cowards were actually going to take pot shots at the colony just to avoid fighting her directly. Or at least they were hoping Xilimyth would use her bulk as a self-sacrificing shield.

These guys knew a selfless soldier even when she was a hulking monster with jiggling mammaries. While the rifle barrels glowed in their charging phase, Xilimyth pondered fanning her wings to shield the blast. That was just stupid, though. The membranes would be scorched right through without preventing any casualties. Merely ripping the mech's arms off would not help. At her current velocity, Xilimyth would still take several minutes to collide with the slightly bigger ship.

If only another VF could get close enough to hurl at them, but wishful thinking was not on the timetable. The rifles were starting to blind Xilimyth with their bright pulsing energy. With only seconds left to think it was all she could to raise both palms up in the estimated path of their firing trajectory.

Turns out Xilimyth had guessed somewhat accurately as the guns fired their twin beams of blue colored death directly into the thick scales of her palms. By all accounts, this should have been a bad thing. While the colony might have been spared an immediate demolition, Xilimyth fully expected her beefed-up arms to be spontaneously transformed into raw chunks of stew meat on bones.

Instead, all she felt was warm.

Very warm.

Xilimyth refocused attention on her arms. Their spotted skin illuminated the same blue glow as her palms greedily sucked up both rays. Not a burn mark remained on her fingertips, but the warmth flowing down into her body sparked a rush of less gory transformations. Another series of spikes erupted from her knuckles to form very long slashing knives. More grew out behind the ones at her elbows to make a saw pattern across her biceps.

There was only a second to register these new growths when Xilimyth felt a sharp contraction at her sides. Trying to hug herself, while being mindful of many new pointy bits, it was clear something else forming just under each armpit. Bulges bubbled up into welts, and then…

"GRRRWAAAAHHH!!"

Her flesh suddenly gave, and Xilimyth found herself gawking at a second set of arms. Fingers wiggled about as they grew sharp claws and spikes atop meaty hands. Spots developed across scaled and fluffy skin before ballooning up in the rippling muscle power identical to her original appendages.

"Oh, Em Gee! Janus! Bren! I'm still mutating, and it's so co-OOPH!"

It was shortly after developing four arms that Xilimyth's weightless flight through space caused her to collide with the pirate's mech. Fortunately, her planets for breasts did more damage to its reinforced bulkheads than it could do to her. She tried to push the giant robot away only to meep in alarm. It was bringing down both the bladed edges of its rifles upon her neck in retaliation.

Diamond-tipped weapons slammed into the dragon's bony protrusions crowning her shoulders to promptly get themselves shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces. The pirates needed even longer than Xilimyth to realize their melee attack had been mostly ineffective. At worst they nicked a few points off her impressive thorn collar.

Fashion was far from the first priority right then anyway. Xilimyth was more interested in the warmth she sensed from this mech smooshed into her cleavage. It felt so much like the blaster fire she had absorbed, but on a much broader scope. And since said blasters were now scrap caught on her shoulders, something else would have to scratch her itch.

"Come here, big boy!" Xilimyth pouted in her usual flirty manner to the face of an expressionless mech.

No doubt the crew behind those window 'eyes' went into an absolute panic at seeing her pointed dragon muzzle close in. Fangs dripped warm saliva across the empty void between them. An alarm for complete evacuation sounded moments before all four hulking arms encompassed the mech's torso. Muscle swelled in their strain to administer the cosmic equivalent of a bear hug.

The sounds of metal bending echoed across the entire battlefield. Watching a mech get wedged into the curves of a hyper voluptuous monster was a sight to behold for both sides. Poor ship only lasted a minute before getting snapped at the waist. Xilimyths quadruple biceps did a smooth job flattening its midsection. Its legs and head flew off in separate directions taking their helpless crew with them.

That was fine for the spikey dragoness. Her claws made for easy work digging through the ship remains in her grasp. They tore through metal like butter digging through each deck before finally finding her destination; the engine rooms fusion cores. Grasping one generator in each hand, Xilimyth let the inert husk drift off her swelling curves, now useless with her theft of its power supply.

Ignoring panicked calls over the 'radio' in her head, Xilimyth licked her lips before taking a bite out of one of the reactors. The energy being generated within literally exploded across her tongue, not unlike a juicy apple. A deep rumble of pleasure resonated from within the thick muscles of her throat as she savored such sweet energy washing into her body. Eyes grew hazy in the growing lust for more delicious nectar to feed on.

Xilimyth alternated sinking her fangs into each fusion core. Their metallic structure rendered them nothing but fancy ripe fruits to her draconic physiology. The effects of such continuous energy flow were almost instantaneous even for her audience to see. Muscles jostled about, growing in rapid surges over her body. Often times the ridges bulged too fast. It looked like the skin could not keep up, but then scales would stretch to compensate, and her stature gained just a bit more density.

"Xilimyth...ssshhhtoop...waaiii…"

It was not until Xilimyth was licking her hands for any atomic residue that her pointed ears caught the fading words of Janus over the radio. She looked around confused at first. There were no longer any signs of a battle, much less ships buzzing around her hulking figure. Eventually, a soft glint in the distance brought attention to her feet. The dragoness let out a frightened mew seeing the once massive colony ship almost the size of a literal oyster it resembled.

At least relative in size to her foot. One wrong twitch and she could accidentally send her fleet across the galaxy, if not directly into a sun.

"Ooof! Janus...Bren...I'm so sorry."

Speaking of Suns, Xilimyth could see more than one floating about in the distance. The little marbles resembling planets became increasingly difficult to spot in their orbits. But that was probably because of their dwindling scope inside her growing range of vision. Perhaps it was a bit late to reconsider eating four sources of continuous energy.

"I...I don't think I'm going to stop growing." Xilimyth shuddered, hugging herself with all her arms and wings. She could only hope such movements did not destroy any inhabited systems. Heck, she had no idea if anyone could still hear her at this range. "I'm sorry...goodbye…"

Strangely enough, the more prominent Xilimyth grew, the less relevant time seemed to become. She had no idea how long she spent panicking over the fact she could not stop her muscles from rippling with each flex. After a while things just sort of became complacent. It was not long before she lost sight of the colony ship among the glint of billions of stars. And then the system they had been in was little more than a cluster next to her left hip.

The fusion cores inside her stomach seemed no less efficient on her no matter what size. Abs continued to press tighter together as they swelled into tough scaled bricks. They were soon joined in by the many thick muscles of her waist, leading into canyon ridges of buff along her back. Hips and ass continued to expand, swallowing many a sun to further feed into the fat amassing within her flesh. Not to say anything less about her tits. They continued to easily be the largest part of Xilimyth unless you counted all four of her biceps. Zero gravity kept them sloshing heavy with fat and milk rapidly generated by the energy she absorbed. Occasionally the load got a bit too much, forcing Xilimyth to find some pleasure in massaging her nipples until spurts of milk released.

Knowing her luck the metric tons of lactose shooting off into space created dozens of more systems to make up for the ones her body devoured.

Every now and then other mutations happened. Xilimyth had not even noticed her tail split into three separate limbs until they all accidentally smacked at her wide shelf of a butt at once. It was actually pretty cool making them do silly snake dance battles with each other for a while. Not long after that Xilimyth was struck with a massive headache. At first, she thought it might have been a comet smacking her head.

But that was until she noticed suddenly being able to look left and right at the same time. There were worse things than suddenly sprouting a second head after all. It was only a shame her consciousness held control over both. It would have been nice having someone to talk to, even if it was mainly herself.

Xilimyth had no idea when she actually outgrew the galaxy. It could have been minutes or centuries since she had started outpacing planets. All she knew was that one minute she was counting stars, and suddenly there were no stars left. She blinked and looked left with one head, right with the other; just black empty space. Gazes drifted up and down respectively. Still nothing but the epic span of her cleavage. Her tails dipped in growing fear.

"YEEEOW!!"

A burning sensation seized on one tail, shooting up her spine in a painful rush. Twisting around discovered the culprit to be a spiraling mass of white stars and planets hidden under the curves of her backside. That explained why her legs were so warm.

"Wow! Cool!" Both topmost palms gently cupped around what had once been Xilimyths galaxy. She must have been generating her own gravity field to keep the mass always a set distance floating from her flesh. To think everything she grew up knowing could be viewed with the same perspective as a light bulb. She had indeed become a universe class dragon alright.

Not that such thoughts stopped her ears from sulking. Bren, Janus, everything she knew was now too small to be relevant. What can a god even do when they achieve infinity?

"AAH-PHOO!!"

Well, sneezing on a galaxy might not have been an excellent first action. All those dots of burning gas swirling around were really irritating to a dragon's nose. Xilimyth started to panic but realized the futility. She already could not tell her spray of spittle from any other glittering mass of stars.

She could only hope they did not obliterate that sun nearby...or those alien space stations...or…

Xilimyth blinked with both sets of eyes wondering how she could be seeing fuzzy blue aliens running around on a primitive world. Moreover, her perspective was amazingly versatile going through a supernovas colorful light. It was like those hologames with full three-dimensional cameras.

And then it hit her with an amused chuckle; the nanites in her body were still active. Not only had they grown with her but apparently they also evolved to become an intricate part of her godhood. With little more than a thought, she found she could make the robots turn asteroids into planets, stars into suns, even random squirrels into laser blasting behemoths.

Granted she had to change the last one back out of guilt. Hunky as the panicked guy was everyone else had started to freak out in a riot around him. Still, it left Xilimyth feeling like a real goddess now. She could do practically anything to anything in her little galaxy.

And that notion lead to an excellent idea.

It took a few light years of searching to implement her plan, of course. Xilimyth was far from skilled at mapping time and space. Still somewhere inside that bright little galaxy, the Macross fifty-two continued to float along its designated voyage. The pirate attack had dinged things up pretty badly, but the fleet looked no less capable of its mission.

If anything the hundreds of crewmembers were still reeling from the battles unorthodox conclusion weeks later. Watching a spotted dragon crush hug a Macross and then devour its insides was not a good test of sanity for many. Except for those who were into it. They kept well-documented recordings of the incident with their ship cams. Most of which paid particular emphasis to Xilimyths breasts and butt jiggling in open space.

Granted the commanders back on Earth saw little reason to believe overwhelming video and medical evidence. Eventually, the pirate's failure was attributed to their shoddy repair jobs on the hijacked Macross ship. Business continued on as usual.

In a way, Janus was somewhat happy for that. At least his friend and wingman would not go down in official records as a hulking monster. Granted being listed as MIA was not much better. The ship had grown rather quiet while his usual routines dulled considerably. Nothing felt right without a cheetahs breasts looming ten meters overhead to blush about.

Heading into the macronization chambers for a visit, Janus could see Bren was not taking things much better. The cougars tail practically dragged along the floor while he made repairs in stiff, robotic motions. Their job was really just a way to keep busy at this point.

"Wow, he looks like someone died."

Janus managed a weak chuckle, giving Xilimyth a light elbow in her side. "You might as well have with the way you just grew out into space like that. All those muscles and...fat spreading out. The poor guy has felt responsible for it coming from his chambers."

"Ironic that I want to give him a kiss for it then." Xilimyth wagged her feline tail, fighting and failing to keep the stupid grin off her face. "I mean, deep space isn't as cold as people make it out to be. And now that I'm discovering omnipotence it's not as boring either. It's kind of like watching a dozen vid screens playing at once."

"I guess things could be worse for you." Janus gave a reluctant nod before heaving a sigh. "Still, it would be nice to have you back...here!?"

The wolfs ears shot up as his head whipped around to finally face the figure next to him. There was no way of telling why it took him this long to realize the soft, familiar voice was not coming from some delusional sense of loneliness.

"Hi!" Xilimyth waved happily down at her co-pilot looking exactly as she used to be.

Well, more or less how she looked trying to flirt with Janus at the SuperNova what felt like a century ago. No longer a flimsy little school girl in appearance, Xilimyth stood a towering seven feet of lean perfection. Muscles swelled from the slightest movements around her arms and legs. The bulge of her bosom ached to rip the zipper of her jumpsuit apart, matched only by the jutting contours of a perfect behind. Wanda no longer had anything on this feline amazon.

Suddenly having to look up at his partner did not deter Janus from leaping into her soft mammaries with a happy bark. Xilimyth had easily expected this and returned the hug with extreme care for her strength. What had not been expected was the bark grabbing Bren's attention. His jaw fell to the floor upon turning to see what had started Janus so severely.

"OOF!!"

Having a wolf tackle you was one thing. When a much larger cougar joined in even Xili could not support all three of them on just her feet. They teetered then fell over, laughing and enjoying the warmth of their embrace despite the fall.

"Okay...prrf...HOW!?" Bren said half demanding and a hundred percent just happy to be holding his cheetah friend.

"It's...uh...kind of hard to explain," Xilimyth said once she managed to peel both boys off her boobs so they could stand. "I kind of outgrew the galaxy and then...came back?"

"You mean you shrank down from a gazillion feet tall?" Janus' tail wagged so fast the room was starting to get a breeze.

"Not really?" Xilimyth blushed struggling to figure out her own thoughts. "It's kind of like playing those hologames where you make your own avatar."

"Oh, okay! That makes perfect sense."

Bren raised his eyebrow at Janus' confident acceptance of this logic. Guess it would make sense to a hologame addict. "Well, it's great you found us again. And, prrf, you're definitely looking...healthy. Want to see if that new body of yours can go through the macronization chambers?"

"Hm? Oh no, thanks, prffler! I got that covered just fine. Watch! And be amazed!"

Xilimyth took a step back before seeming to tense her whole body in a hard flex. Both boys cried out and backpedaled as the already large cat shot up into 'huge' status. Delightful mews filled the air as each flex inched Xilimyth bigger. Boots slid across the floor in her widening stance to knock over stray tables. Her spotted tail lashed about in a rush, bopping Bren in the face when Xilimyth turned to show off another flex.

The spandex of her suit squeaked as it stretched along her growing form. Somehow it clung tight to every curve of muscle yet stayed loose enough to prevent ripping. That made it easy to see the swelling of her thighs, the deepening cleft of her butt, and broadening ridges of her back. When she reached the usual ten meters tall, neither blushing boy would ever call their hulking friend ''tinycat' again.

"See?" Xilimyth turned for another flex, raising her mountainous boobs for their viewing pleasure. "With a bit more practice I can get Xentradi down to an art. Nggh!?"

Xilimyth gasped in surprise, involuntarily hunching her shoulders in another hard flex. From her back unfolded two signature dragon wings. The threads of her jumpsuit sliced cleanly open to accommodate them as if always designed for such appendages. Sadly they jutted out into their full span before Xilimyth could gain total control, smashing the ends through the glass of two macro chambers.

"Oops! Guess I can't keep the dragon out of the cat." Xilimyth giggled sheepishly. Her wings wiggled a few times before folding against her shoulders. "Oh well, not a problem now."

With a casual wave of one hand, the damaged chambers suddenly glowed in blue light. Hundreds of nanobots replicated off Xilimyth's little puppet form to repair the giant machines until they gleamed with the sheen of freshly forged metal.

"Huh. Didn't know I could do that." Satisfied with the results anyway, Xilimyth turned back to stare down at the two dumbstruck men. "Soooo...wanna go talk to Schott about our next mission? I'm dying to get fitted into a new battle suit."