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Titanoaegis (Pyra and Mythra TF)
🕑 Added 2025-03-24 22:55:00 +0000 UTCThe wind was calm over the Cloud Sea that day, and for once, peace didn’t feel like a fleeting illusion. Rex adjusted the straps on his salvager’s gear, his heart lighter than usual as he glanced back at the two figures waiting for him at the hilltop.
Pyra, with her gentle and warm smile and brown Eyes, waved as she adjusted her cloak. Beside her, Mythra with arms crossed and a familiar smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, stood impatiently, the sunlight catching in her golden hair.
“Come on, Rex!” Mythra called out, her tone sharp but not unkind. “You’re slower than a Titan in molasses!”
“Comin!” Rex shouted, jogging to meet them. “Cut me some slack, will ya? I can’t move as fast as you anymore Mythra.”
Just as he reached them, the air grew... wrong. It wasn’t the usual shift of an incoming storm—no, this felt deliberate. Heavy. A ripple through reality itself.
“Did you feel that?” Pyra’s voice lowered, cautious.
Before anyone could answer, she appeared.
A woman hovered just a few feet off the ground, bathed in soft light, surrounded by strange black fog. Her short, orange hair flowed stuck out among the darkness, and her azure eyes sparkled with the kind of amusement you’d see from someone who already knew the ending of a game.
“Hmm... So it is true,” she mused, voice honey-sweet with a playful lilt. “The famous Pyra and Mythra, the living legends standing side by side.”
Rex instinctively stepped forward, trying to start a conversation. “And you are?”
The woman’s grin widened, predatory and amused all at once. “Nagisa Fulkami,” she purred, twirling a delicate finger through her orange hair. “A goddess, in case that matters to you. And you must be Rex. Lucky boy, having both of them at your side.”
Pyra’s warmth was gone in an instant, replaced by steel in her eyes. Mythra’s hand already had her blade in hand.
“What do you want?” Mythra demanded, her voice sharp enough to cut through the growing dread.
“Oh, nothing much,” Nagisa cooed, her eyes practically glowing with glee. “I just came to... play with you.”
Without another word, she pulled something from the air—a shimmering, ethereal book with an obsidian cover. Strange, glowing symbols were written on the backside in a language Rex couldn't decipher.
“This,” Nagisa said, her voice soft and reverent as she traced a finger down the cover, “is my Reality Notebook. Every little scribble, every passing whim... becomes real.”
“Aha.” Rex blinked as she said that, not really sure how to react. “So your plan is to play with Pyra and Mythra by writing in a book?.”
Nagisa laughed in response, clearly amused by his disbelief. “Oh, darling,” she whispered, eyes fixed on Pyra and Mythra with predatory delight. “I know a power like this is hard for you to accept, but I will promise you, it is much more real than you think. Let me show you.”
Nagisa’s smile widened as she dipped her pen across the shimmering page. “Pyra and Mythra are both unable to summon their blade.”
The words, spoken aloud, seemed to carve themselves into the very air. A pulse of dark mist radiated from the notebook, rippling outward like a stone dropped in water.
Pyra gasped, clutching her chest as her connection to the blade she was holding vanished like a candle snuffed out in a void. “M-My blade…! What the?”
Mythra’s eyes narrowed with fury as her weapon also simply disappeared, only to find empty air. “You… What did you do to us?!” Her voice trembled with restrained panic.
Nagisa took a slow, deliberate step forward, causing the aura she emitted to make all three of them shudder. “Oh, nothing permanent,” she cooed sweetly. “I just wrote something into a book. Just a little... adjustment. It’s boring if my playthings can fight back too soon.”
Rex moved instinctively, planting himself between Nagisa and the girls. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Whatever you did, undo it. Now.”
But instead of retreating, Nagisa leaned closer—far too close—her blue eyes locked onto his with a dangerous gleam. “Mmm… such a noble little salvager,” she murmured, her voice dropping into a low, sultry tone. “But I wonder, Rex… Since we’re having fun with changes, let’s start with something simple. Something you can surely answer me.”
The air thickened as she let the question drip from her lips in absolute fake kindness.
“Tell me…” Her finger traced lazy circles on the cover of her notebook. “Would you prefer Pyra with bigger boobs... or a rounder butt? Or—” she turned, eyes flickering toward the blonde Aegis “—would that question be easier if it was about Mythra?”
“Wha…?” The girls gasp simultaneously. Rex’s face went crimson, and his voice sputtered out in broken syllables. “W-What?!!” His ears burned as he struggled to maintain eye contact, the weight of embarrassment crushing his thoughts.
Pyra’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and horror. “What are you even—!”
“Don’t answer her, Rex!” Mythra snapped, her own embarrassment barely masked beneath her fury. “This is definitely a trick! She’s just trying to mess with you!”
But Nagisa only laughed all too pleased with herself. “Aww, you’re all adorable when you’re flustered.” She leaned in closer, her voice a breath against his ear. “But don’t worry… If you’re too shy to choose, I can always pick for you.”
Rex swallowed hard, forcing down his blush as he steadied himself. “I don’t care what games you’re playing,” he growled, voice low with defiance. “I’m not going let you hurt them.”
Nagisa giggled. “Oh, hurt them? No, no, no—don’t misunderstand me, sweet Rex.” She twirled her pen between her fingers, eyes alight with wicked amusement. “I have no intention of causing pain. Quite the opposite, really.”
“Why do people never listen when I explain things? I just want to… expand them in all the right ways.” Her smile sharpened into a wide grin. “Like so.”
“Pyra has a significantly bigger bust,” she said with a playful purr, the words etching themselves into the reality around them as she wrote them down. “And Mythra has a significantly bigger butt.”
The notebook pulsed with dark energy, sending a wave of thick, shimmering mist outward. It rolled across the ground like a living thing, coiling around Pyra and Mythra in tendrils of magic.
“Ngh…!” Pyra gasped, her body seizing up as the magic took hold. She clutched at her chest instinctively, her eyes wide with both shock and humiliation as she felt her body shift, her curves growing fuller, her clothes tightening uncomfortably around her.
“P-Pyra! M-Mythra!” Rex turned, only to see Mythra frozen in place, fists clenched and eyes burning with an unreadable expression as the magic took hold of her too, reshaping her figure against her will. Her balance shifted subtly, her hips widening and her rear filling out with exaggerated curves.
“What the hell was that for?!” Mythra’s voice cracked like a whip, but beneath the anger was raw embarrassment. Her cheeks burned as she glared daggers at Nagisa.
Pyra’s face was a deep scarlet, her hands trembling as she tried to cover herself. “Uhm… weren't we already quite… uhm… big before?” she stammered. “This just seems a bit… excessive…? No?"
Rex turned away from them immediately, his own face flushing like a little boy’s. “Why would you…?!” His heart pounded in his chest, as there was no denying about how spectacular of a view that just was, yet Rex also had his pride. “What even is your goal here?”
But Nagisa only floated closer, her eyes half-lidded with amusement. “Oh,I thought that would be obvious, my dear Rex. No need to be so dramatic,” she whispered, her voice dripping with condescending affection. “I’m just making them a little more… appealing. Wouldn’t you agree that that's something you can appreciate as well? A little extra something for your lovely companions?”
“You’re disgusting!” Mythra snapped, trying to summon her blade again—still nothing. “What sort of a pervert blows up a girl’s ass just for giggles?”
“This one.” Nagisa’s laughter was soft, almost sympathetic in its cruelty as she pointed at herself. “But I get it now. I really do. I must’ve gotten my notes a little mixed up.” She lazily twirled her pen between her fingers, the sharp edge of her grin never fading. “You didn’t want to have the bigger butt, and Pyra didn't want to have to have the bigger bust.”
All three of them shuddered as she said that, the pen moving towards the book again. “Don’t worry, darlings—I’ll fix it this time. I promise to enhance the right parts of each of you.”
Mythra took a step forward raising her fists. “Touch us again, and I swear I’ll—”
Yet Nagisa continued anyway, her voice practically singing with delight as she wrote the next cruel decree aloud:
“Mythra’s boobs grow until each orb is easily four times the size of her head. And Pyra’s ass grows until each cheek is easily five times the size of her head.”
Everyone gulped. Then it happened.
Another pulse of dark energy rippled out, heavier, more invasive than before. The wave struck Pyra and Mythra with cruel precision, warping the very fabric of their beings as reality itself bent to Nagisa’s words.
“Ngh…! You little…!” Mythra staggered, her breath hitching as the wave of darkness crashed into her. Her breasts tingled, suddenly feeling very tight. The weight on there slowly began to surge outward and forward quickly achieving unnatural proportions and going beyond that. Each swell of magic made her top strain more and more against the impossible size, fabric stretching dangerously thin as her breasts achieved sizes never recorded before.
Pyra meanwhile gasped as her balance shifted violently. Being just as overtaken by the dark wave as Mythra, her hips expanded outward, the weight anchoring her in place as her once-graceful figure was forcefully bloated in the sexiest possible way. He butt became rounder, firmer and bigger, stinking out behind her farther and farther as her clothes groaned under the pressure of the overwhelming size.
“N-No, stop! Please stop!” Pyra’s voice cracked with a mixture of horror and shame, yet still housing the politeness she was known for. Yet she couldn't hide the spreading blush on her face as her cheeks continued to inflate. “We are big enough! ”
“What are those changes?! Seriously, are you a pervert?!” Rex spoke, doing his absolute best to not stare at the two clearly exaggeratedly curvy girls. “You’ve done enough!”
But Nagisa just tilted her head, feigning a pout. “Oh, poor little Rex,” she purred, her tone thick with mock sympathy. “Don’t tell me, you’re not enjoying the show? Try as you might, I saw your fleeting glances. Their bodies are now much more eye-catching to you and you know it.”
“Our bodies are not your plaything!” Mythra spat, her fury burning bright despite her humiliation. “And we will make you reverse this!!”
“Oh? And how will you achieve that?” Nagisa replied sweetly, her fingers brushing against the notebook’s pages again.
“Like this!” Rex shouted and dashed forward faster than he had ever run before. He tried it, but both Pyras and Mythras weapons could not be summoned, even by him. Good thing he had more weapons in his arsenal. So to his hands he summoned Roc’s twin scythes and jumped towards the lady dressed in black, Pyra and Mythra just behind him.
“Together!” Rex shouted, the unspoken bond between the three of them driving their next move.
Pyra’s flames roared to life, wreathing her arms in crimson heat, while Mythra summoned what little magic she could without her blade, golden energy crackling like a thunderstorm on the horizon. All three struck in perfect unison—an attack forged from desperation and unwavering resolve. And way too much jiggling for either of the girls' likings.
But the moment their attacks hit home, Nagisa was gone.
A shimmer in the air, a whisper of laughter—she reappeared several feet away, floating lazily above the ground like she had never been touched. Her notebook was already open, her pen dancing gracefully across the shimmering page.
“Oh, that sure was impressive,” she cooed, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Do you want to try again or do you have another trick up your sleeve?”
Rex didn’t waste a second. With a surge of determination, he launched his Anchor Shot, the grappling hook whistling through the air, aimed directly at the cursed notebook in her hands.
Clank!
The hook snapped forward—but Nagisa caught it effortlessly, her delicate fingers closing around the steel as if it weighed nothing at all.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” She shook her head, still writing with the other hand as if nothing had happened. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, dear Rex.”
Then, her voice turned cold and absolute:
“Rex, Pyra, and Mythra can no longer resist my changes. Whatever I do, they will all just stand there. No running. No fighting. Just standing and watching.”
A paralyzing pulse of magic rippled outward, wrapping around all three of them like a vice. Rex’s muscles locked up, and both Pyra and Mythra’s bodies shuddered as if their very wills were being shackled by unseen chains.
But Nagisa wasn’t done yet.
“If you really think about attacking me though, then I guess it's time for me to step up my game too.” Nagisa’s grin widened as her pen touched the shimmering page once more. “Let’s continue with something a little bit more… fantastical.”
“Pyra turns into a mermaid. A mermaid with her giant hips and her even bigger ass. Walking shall be out of the question for her, but swimming will be her new best skill.”
The words carved themselves into reality like a blade through silk.
“Agn…!” Pyra’s breath caught in her throat as the dark mist surged toward her, wrapping around her legs like cold chains. The energy hit her with full force, and the change began immediately.
Her legs—those strong, capable limbs that had carried her through countless battles—suddenly locked together with a pressure that was both forceful and irresistible. She gasped, trying to pull them apart, but the magic didn’t allow her to fight back.
The gap between her thighs vanished as her skin shimmered, her legs fusing smoothly from her hips down to her ankles. It wasn’t painful, but it was wrong—unnatural, like being trapped in a body that wasn’t her own.
The red scales appeared next, shimmering in the dim light like polished rubies. They started at her hips, each one small and perfectly shaped, overlapping neatly like armor made for a creature of legend. The scales spread downward, replacing soft skin with a smooth, unbroken surface that glistened with every slight movement.
Her feet were the last to go. The toes lost their shape first, melting together as the definition of her heels and arches smoothed out entirely. In their place, a sleek, powerful fin began to form—delicate but strong, perfectly designed for swift, graceful movement through water.
With the transformation complete, gravity took hold.
Thud.
Pyra collapsed onto the ground, helpless against the sudden weight shift. Her enormous backside stuck awkwardly into the air, lifting her hips off the ground as her newly formed tail dragged behind her. The once-graceful Aegis now found herself unable to stand, her tail too unwieldy to offer support.
Her hands trembled as she tried to push herself upright, but the mermaid form wasn’t built for balance on land—walking was no longer an option.
“Eh? I'm a… Mermaid…?” Pyra’s voice shook as her fingers pressed into the grass, her expression a mix of curiosity and wonder. “I think you missed something. I am the fire aegis, so I don’t think I should be…”
“Aww~ Don’t worry~” Nagisa sang with a sweet tone, interrupting the stranded Pyra. “I promise you you will be the prettiest, sexiest fire, water aegis the world has ever seen~”
Rex’s stomach twisted in knots as he heard that. He wanted to rush to her side, to help her—anything—but the magic’s grip on his body held firm. All he could do is admire Pyras amazing body, even if he could never say it out loud. She most definitely made one heck of a hot mermaid and rocked that look way better than Rex would like to admit. Because he wanted to be angry at Nagisa or concerned for Pyra. Instead he was almost mesmerized by her looks.
Mythra was seemingly the only one who wasn't impressed by Pyras looks. “Haha, so funny. You turned the fire aegis into a mermaid. Big deal. Are you done now with your play session?”
Nagisa’s gaze drifted lazily toward Mythra, her smile curling into something wickedly playful. “Oh don’t you worry, I wouldn’t want Pyra to have all the fun,” she purred, flipping open her cursed notebook once again. The pen hovered over the page, her voice dripping with cruel amusement.
“Mythra is now a centaur. Half horse, half woman, with boulder-sized breasts. Four strong horse legs shall make her the ultimate transporter—a perfect mix of beauty and utility, like a packhorse dressed as a goddess.”
The moment the words left her lips, the dark energy surged again. This time, it hit Mythra directly, crashing into her body like a tidal wave of cold fire.
“Ngh—no, not again!” Mythra’s voice broke with panic as the magic gripped her, far stronger than before.
The first change came with a sudden, forceful pull on her lower back. Her hips didn’t widen or grow this time—they stretched. The pressure felt like someone was physically pulling her spine backward, extending her torso unnaturally. Her waist elongated, forcing her upper body to tilt forward as her balance shifted to something entirely alien.
Then came the legs.
Her powerful, toned human legs began to reshape themselves. Her thighs thickened and hardened, muscle bulging unnaturally before stretching into long, sinewy forms. Her toes stiffened, the bones fusing together and hardening into thick, solid hooves—black, glossy, and impossibly sturdy.
A sharp pressure erupted from her sides, and with a sickening pop, two new limbs burst from her midsection—a second pair of legs. They stretched downward rapidly, sprouting sinew and bone as they formed strong, muscular horse legs. Her body convulsed as the extra limbs rooted themselves deep into her shifting core, solidifying her unnatural transformation.
Her lower body was stabilizing now, but the magic wasn’t done.
Her back rippled unnaturally as smooth fur spread across her elongated torso. The sensation was strange—like thousands of tiny needles brushing against her skin in rapid waves. A long, thick tail unfurled from the base of her spine, flicking instinctively like she had been born with it.
As the magic let up, her newfound weight made her four hooves dig into the ground more than her feet did, yet instinctively, she found her body now way better balanced despite the humiliating changes. Those four legs and extra muscles went a long way in making her colossal chest feel much more bearable.
“You made me into a packhorse?!” Mythra’s breath came in shallow bursts as she looked down past her mounds of cleavage at her horse-like body. “You… You witch!”
“Music to my ears~ Just look how perfect you are now,” Nagisa cooed, floating casually around the now-centaur Mythra. “Strong, stable… beautiful and useful. A body built for carrying burdens—or maybe people—while still turning heads wherever you go.”
Mythra trembled, every muscle in her powerful new frame tensed with helpless anger. “I’m not your toy!”
“If that's true you are not very good at showing that to me~” Nagisa replied, leaning on Mythras bust and looking into her eyes. Mythra just grinded her teeth as she could do nothing more than to let Nagisa do as she pleased, her body not moving one bit from the place she was standing.
The others weren't much better off either. Rex could do nothing but watch in horror as Mythra became monstrous too, which again, inadvertently helped a lot in boosting her looks. Mythra with her giant boobs and big horse body was a sight he never knew he needed, but now that he saw her…
Meanwhile Pyra lay on the ground beside him, her enormous tail shimmering weakly in the light as she struggled to lift herself. Yet there was a bit of a smile on her face, mainly because she, more than anyone else, could probably tell that Nagisa wasn’t out to change them in some sort of truly evil way. It more so looked to the red mermaid as if all Nagisa was after was flushing Rex, which Nagisa was achieving spectacularly.
Nagisa’s soft laughter filled the air again, playful and merciless. “Isn’t this fun?” she mused, twirling her pen thoughtfully. “What do you say, my dear Rex. Your eyes say everything, and that’s all I need to know that I am doing it right~.”
“Wha...! Don’t you put words into my mouth!” he declares, as everyone sans Mythra knew exactly that he was really thinking at that moment. Nagisa purred, her voice thick with sadistic delight.
“Alright then~ Then let us do something you will maybe like a little better~ It’s time for the biggest change yet.” Her blue eyes glowed brighter as she opened the reality notebook again, the air itself trembling with dark energy. Each word she wrote shimmered with unnatural power, and she spoke them aloud like a cruel lullaby:
“Pyra and Mythra will now grow exponentially. They will grow and grow. The bigger they are, the faster they grow, until they both become ten thousand times larger than they are now—full-on titans.”
The moment the last word left her lips, the change began.
At first, it was almost gentle—too gentle.
Pyra blinked, her red-scaled tail glimmering faintly as she felt a strange pressure ripple through her body. “Rex… I—” Her voice cut off as the sensation intensified. She shivered as her body slowly, steadily expanded outward. Mythra’s powerful centaur form shifted uneasily, her hooves digging into the ground for stability.
The ground beneath them groaned under their increasing weight.
“Oh no.” Pyra and Mythra declared simultaneously.
“Oh yes~” Nagisa replied just as eager as the two are worried.
Their growth began slowly—an inch here, a few inches there—but every second added more and more. Rex watched in horror as Pyra’s shimmering scales stretched outward, her tail thickening as it extended, while Mythra’s four legs grew longer and sturdier, muscles swelling like coiled springs beneath her skin.
The growth wasn’t just steady—it was truly exponential. For every foot they gained in size, the speed of their transformation doubled.
In moments, Pyra and Mythra towered above Rex like living statues, their bodies reshaping the very space around them. Trees that once seemed tall were now barely larger than weeds at their feet. The landscape shrank rapidly beneath their growing forms.
“Rex! I… This is bad!!” Pyra gasped, her voice now echoing deeply as her form swelled larger and larger. Her breasts and tail grew with the rest of her, the once-awkward proportions now titanic and undeniably powerful.
Mythra’s hooves cracked the ground beneath her as her centaur body stretched, her new mass growing impossible to control. Her massive chest swayed with every breath, but her sturdy horse legs held steady as the expansion continued at an alarming rate. “This isn’t good! I feel like I’m going to crush everything! I will not sink another Titan again!”
Then, the inevitable happened.
The ground couldn’t take their weight anymore.
The enormous pressure beneath their growing forms shattered the earth below, and both Pyra and Mythra stumbled—falling, not downward, but through the surface as they crashed into the open sky.
The Cloud Sea rushed up to meet them, its soft, endless waves absorbing the force of their landing with a surreal calm. Pyra’s body hit the surface first, and a shock of familiarity spread through her—the water felt right, like it welcomed her transformation.
“This feels… oddly better…” Pyra let out, surprised by how good it felt compared to lying on the grass. The Cloud Sea seemed to cradle her as her form adapted effortlessly, her shimmering tail swishing beneath the surface like a true sea titan.
But the growth didn’t stop.
The larger they became, the faster they expanded.
Mythra, now half-submerged, could feel her hooves kicking through endless waves as her size surged outward without mercy. Her centaur body cut through the sea effortlessly, yet every breath she took seemed to make her swell faster.
And still—they kept growing.
In mere minutes, the distant landmasses of Rex’s home—the mighty titan archipelago—shrank beneath their gaze.To Pyra and Mythra’s ever-growing eyes, the archipelago began to look like nothing more than a chain of small turtles linked together, floating helplessly in a sea that no longer seemed infinite.
Pyra’s head rose high into the clouds, her scales reflecting the sun like living gemstones. Mythra’s towering centaur body breached the surface entirely, casting a shadow that stretched across miles of open water. Their bodies loomed so large that entire weather patterns seemed to shift around them, clouds swirling in their wake.
“Rex…?” Pyra’s voice was slow, deep, and mournful—a titan’s whisper that shook the skies. “I… I can’t even see you anymore…”
Rex meanwhile still stood on the same island as before, only with half the island broken off into the massive cloudsea. He could do nothing but watch, as the two girls he swore to protect grow more massive than anything he had ever seen before.
Nagisa’s laughter rang out from the sky above him, her form still as small and dainty as ever compared to the living titans she had created.
“Oh, how beautiful they are now,” she purred, flipping the notebook closed with a soft snap. “I wonder how long it will take until they have reached their full height~.”
As the two girls’ colossal forms continued to swell beyond reason, their very existence seemed to reshape the world around them.
And all Rex could do was watch.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the growth slowed, though the damage had already been done.
Pyra and Mythra loomed over the endless stretch of the Cloud Sea, their forms now vast enough to challenge the might of the world’s greatest titans. The size they had reached was impossible—yet there they stood, massive and incomprehensibly powerful.
Mythra’s towering centaur body shifted with slow, deliberate movements, each hoof the size of an entire village. If she tried to straighten herself fully, her head would rise barely above the towering peaks of Gormott, making the once-mighty titan seem like nothing more than a large pet dog next to her overwhelming presence.
Pyra, half-submerged in the Cloud Sea, was no less intimidating. Her mermaid tail stretched across miles of water, red scales shimmering like entire fields of gemstones beneath the sun. Her sheer size dwarfed even Uraya, the great whale titan that now looked like a pet shark swimming in her shadow. Every gentle flick of her massive tail caused waves the size of tsunamis to crash through the endless ocean.
Above them, the sky itself seemed smaller—less infinite—as the two titan-sized women nearly brushed the clouds with their forms. Their breath stirred wind currents strong enough to alter weather patterns for miles around.
And there, on a shrinking patch of solid ground, stood Rex.
His head tilted back so far it hurt just to keep both of them in view. Awe and horror warred inside him, his heart pounding with helplessness. These weren’t just his companions anymore—they were living forces of nature, reshaped by a goddess’s whim.
“Pyra… Mythra…” His voice barely left his throat, swallowed by the vastness of their presence.
Mythra’s colossal eyes flickered downward, their golden glow dim with restrained frustration. Her voice rumbled through the sky like distant thunder. “Rex… What the heck do we do?”
Pyra’s voice was warmer but just as panicking as it echoed through the world, barely understandable. “Are we… really titans now?”
And yet, there was nothing they could do—nothing he could do.
Rex’s hands shook as he slowly turned back toward the one responsible for all of this.
Nagisa.
The goddess stood there, unbothered by the overwhelming spectacle she had created. She didn’t even seem concerned about the raw power radiating from the two towering girls she had cursed. No—she was enjoying every second of it.
Her blue eyes shimmered with smug satisfaction, her lips curled into a wide, self-satisfied smirk. Arms crossed lazily, she tilted her head just enough to meet Rex’s defiant glare.
“Magnificent, aren’t they?” she purred, voice soft and sweet like poisoned honey. “Your precious Pyra and Mythra—so big, so beautiful. So titanic~”
Rex took a shaky step forward, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Okay, you had your fun. What do I need to do to make you turn them back?”
Nagisa let out a soft laugh, as if the very idea of his defiance amused her beyond reason. “Turn them back? Why would I ever undo something so… perfect?”
Rex's eyes twitched. That wasn't what he wanted to hear, but then again, he wasn't sure what else to say. This girl was clearly very powerful and had a plan in mind. Perhaps she had planned to turn the girls into titans all along, in which case he would never be able to convince her otherwise.
“If that’s so, then what’s your plan now? Keep them like this?” Rex asked, trying to stay careful, yet trying to get more information out of Nagisa.
Nagisa’s soft giggle echoed across the endless stretch of the Cloud Sea, her eyes shimmering with delight as she twirled her pen lazily above her cursed notebook.
“Well, I suppose now it’s time for a little tweak to the world itself,” she mused, her voice a syrupy promise of destruction wrapped in velvet. “Don’t worry, my dear Rex. I’ll be merciful. You, Pyra, and Mythra will remember what’s right… even if no one else does.”
Her pen began to glide smoothly across the page, every word she wrote carrying the weight of reality’s unraveling.
“This world has had a Pyra and Mythra titan for over five hundred years. Over their bodies, vast fields have grown. Entire ecosystems have formed. Creatures thrive upon their flesh, adapted to live on these living giants. Humans have settled, built their homes, and forged new lives on the twin goddesses of the sky.”
The air around Rex grew thick with pressure—not physical pressure, but existential. The weight of an entire rewritten history pressed into his mind like a flood of memories that weren’t his but suddenly were.
“On Pyra’s colossal form,” Nagisa continued, her voice soft and laced with cruel delight, “two grand capital cities stand tall upon the peaks of her massive buttocks. Thriving metropolises perched atop those round hills of soft, living flesh.”
The vision forced itself into Rex’s mind. He could see it clearly, even though it hadn’t existed just moments before. Twin peaks, larger than any mountain, dotted with towers and spires, glittering in the sunlight as thousands of people lived their lives atop Pyra’s soft, warm curves. Vast roads and bridges connected each side of the twin cities, built on land that breathed, shifted ever so slightly with Pyra’s subtle movements beneath the waves.
“And on Mythra…” Nagisa’s pen never stopped moving, etching into reality with every word, “the greatest capital of all thrives in the valley between her titanic breasts. A city built within the soft, deep divide, its streets winding along the curves, bustling markets stretching from one side of her immense chest to the other.”
What sounded like the speaking of a complete pervert became terrifyingly real in a matter of moments. Towers arched upward between the slopes of Mythra’s impossibly massive chest, entire highways looping from one breast to the other like bridges between worlds. People lived their entire lives surrounded by walls of warm, living flesh, too enormous to truly comprehend.
The memories slammed into Rex’s mind like a tidal wave.
He remembered it all.
The original history—the battles fought alongside Pyra and Mythra, their victories, their friendship—remained untouched. But now, new memories overlapped with the old ones—centuries of civilization that shouldn’t exist.
And even worse: He remembered having visited both of their capital cities on more than one occasion.
“No way…” His voice was a whisper, strained with disbelief as he turned to face Nagisa. “You… You rewrote everything.”
Nagisa beamed, delighted by his astonishment. “Oh, but it’s so much better this way, don’t you think? A world built on beauty, power, and worship—how fitting for them, really.” She lazily gestured toward Pyra and Mythra’s colossal forms, now integrated into the landscape as living continents. “And don’t worry, sweet Rex… Only the three of you will remember both versions. Everyone else? This has always been normal for them.”
Rex’s fists clenched at his sides, unsure what to do. He knew countless people were living on his companions… uhm… assets now, many of which he now even knew personally. He was seriously unsure what to even think now.
As he was deep in thought Nagisa floated effortlessly above Rex, her blue eyes shimmering with wicked satisfaction. The vast forms of Titan Pyra and Titan Mythra loomed behind him—living continents whose massive bodies were now part of the world’s very landscape.
“Well, I think my mischief here is done,” she said sweetly, her voice full of playful finality. “But… I am feeling generous. I’ll grant you one final wish, Rex. Anything you desire…”
Her grin sharpened, predatory and smug. “Anything~, except undoing my changes. That would be boring, wouldn’t it?”
Rex stood still for a long moment, his fists trembling at his sides. He couldn’t undo what had happened. The cities, the rewritten history, the world itself, it was all twisted in a way he had never seen before, and the woman responsible was beyond his power to stop.
But as he looked up at Pyra’s shimmering eyes and Mythra’s thunderous huff echoing through the sky, a thought settled heavily in his heart. If he couldn’t fix it… maybe he could at least stay with them.
His voice was quiet but steady. “I… I want to stay connected to them. I want to keep being their Driver… Even like this, I don’t want to lose that bond.”
Nagisa blinked, tilting her head like a curious cat. “Oh? That’s all? How adorably simple.” Her smirk returned, but this time it was laced with genuine amusement. “Very well, Rex. That’s… actually a clever little wish.”
Her pen scratched across the page with smooth, deliberate strokes as she spoke aloud:
“Rex is now the Driver of Titan Pyra and Titan Mythra.”
The words burned into reality with a surge of magic that pulsed through Rex’s body. The bond snapped back into place. Familiar, comforting, but impossibly stronger than before.
Clink.
Two blades materialized in his hands, enormous but perfectly balanced, crackling with an energy that resonated with the titanic beings now bound to him. One shimmered with Pyra’s warm, fiery aura; the other pulsed with Mythra’s sharp, flaring energy.
His heart ached as the connection reformed. They were still his—even if everything else had changed.
Nagisa closed the notebook with a satisfied snap. “There. Now you’ll always be connected, Rex. A beautiful ending for such a great little story.”
With a final, playful wink, she faded from existence, leaving only the echoes of her mischievous laughter behind.
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The world was quiet for a moment, save for the distant rumble of Pyra and Mythra’s titan-sized breaths.
And then—
“Yo.”
Rex turned sharply at the familiar voice, exhaustion weighing down his shoulders. There, standing casually on the edge of the cliff, was Zeke, hand on his hip and wearing that same cocky grin as always.
Zeke’s eyes dropped to the massive twin swords resting at Rex’s sides. “New blades?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with casual curiosity.
Rex stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly as the weight of everything pressed down on him. The twisted history, the cities on Pyra’s back, the valleys between Mythra’s chest where an entire capital thrived… this was the reality now.
He let out a long, tired sigh, resting a hand on one of the blades. “Kinda…” His voice was low, resignation thick in every syllable. “It’s complicated.”
Zeke, ever oblivious, just chuckled and gave him a pat on the back. “Aren’t things always with you, my dude?”
Rex looked up at the massive Mythra with the metropolis in her cleavage. Then to the mega Pyra with the twin cities on her behind. Then back at Zeke. “Yeah, I guess they are.” he spoke, seeing at least one positive thing in what had just happened.
He would now be able to always see the two most beautiful women Rex had ever known. After all, they are now literally too big not to see from anywhere in the world.
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People always say “the bigger the better”. alright then, time to apply that logic to everyone's favourite Aegis duo.
Pic by ThatFreakGivz
