Through the Fire and Floods --------------------------- Lips parted to a wide, pleasured smile drawing across Aoi's face. Squeezing her eyes shut as the edges of her mouth twitched and a whimper escaped her throat, trying her best to keep herself composed. Her splayed-out arms went rigid, pressing themselves into the plush fur of her bust. As she opened her lids again, the familiar sight of them stretching into the foggy beyond greeted her once more, the whirling gale clouds in the distance wavering in the reddish hue, interrupted by the flashes of bright white lighting rippling through them as the storm only picked up. She peered at the other mink behind her. Pyren's expression had ecstasy written all over it. His eyes rolled up and crossing as they didn't manage to focus on any features before him. His mouth hung wide agape, tongue hanging from his lips with unabashed pleasure, letting out a rapturous, bellowing moan. But neither Aoi nor he himself had a chance of hearing any of it. The deep, deafening roil of ever amplifying production, the surging of crashing tides remultiplying in their intensity and the perpetual, escalating creaking, stretching and thooming of relentless, unceasing expansion were far too loud. They totally drowned out such feeble sounds as their own voices, the splurching of the minor fraction of seed overflowing and the sharp snaps of reality crumbling at its seams. With a shudder, Pyren's hands readjusted on the soft, fluffy rear and he thrust in again, his entire body tensing up as the already utterly overwhelming deluge spiked to even greater heights. Buried up to the hilt, his twin shafts struggled to handle the sheer, scaleless volumes pumping through them, their undersides bulging out from the relentless pressure released at the tips, where the pair of cum blasts combined into a single, stream flooding into the tides inside of her. Aoi's tail flicked happily, obscuring the view of her lust-drunken friend. At least that of his upper body - she still had a prime vista of the vast wall behind him. The enormous, roiling masses of his balls rose infinitely into the heavens, the canopy of their cleft engulfing the pair whole. Stretching far beyond measure, the gargantuan orbs made entire universes look like tiny blips in comparison. The bright, blueish glow of their ethereal barriers barely a dim light against the surface rippling with the violent waves beneath, minuscule wrinkles threatening to envelop the shining specks within them. Only for a subsequent surge of their growth to cause a direct impact instead, the shimmering explosion of cosmic scale a mere spark on the unyielding expanse. Even the tiniest jolts of their overbearing immensity increasing wiping centillions of universes from the straining fibers of reality. While the unceasing barrage of those little blips against her colossal form was outside of Aoi's notice, the increasing weight of Pyren's nuts lay strongly on her senses. Her own balls was comfortably squeezed against the bottom of his, both pairs churning and roaring in matching overtone frequencies, reverberating through each other. Her member resting snugly right in their cleft, supported by the soft expanse of her bloated belly stretching out beneath them. The frequent surges of size, the quaking vibrations of their perpetual, rumbling groans and the cozy warmth made it so that he was providing her shaft with a constant massage, only escalating the utterly devastating scale of her orgasm blasting out right behind the pair into an endless canvas of white. Pyren's raging overproduction flared only further out of control, the extraexponentially multiplying volumes of seed boiling inside them with such might that the scorching heat ignited the frayed strands of cosmic fabric around them. Bright orange flames burning high into the multiversal void, spreading across the boundless expanse of balls. Errant embers engulfing entire universes whole, turning them to cinders in mere moments as the blazes rose ever higher, unabated. The only force capable of stifling them was the no less chaotic storms on the other side. Each heaving surge of her breasts amplifying the gales surrounding them, the dark clouds billowed from Aoi's form, the shapeless plumes of fog shutting out the ethereal light of the glowing orbs they enveloped whole. The flashes emanating from the whirling weather patterns of her making colliding was far brighter than them, lightning of immeasurable proportion striking from the mists and scattering across her body, the shining, white arcs zapping the blueish baubles out of existence and rippling over the boundless surface of monumental mink mass. The two fronts of raging flames and thundering storms pushed against each other. Pouring rains intermixed with the shining sparks, fiery swirls inundated the cosmic tornadoes whirling through the blazes, flashes of electricity and flaring heat eclipsing one another with the blinding brightness of their light. It would have been a battle of the elements of unmatched proportion, tearing through the multiverse with relentless might and threatening to rend its bounds apart at the seams of the shimmering barrier holding it together - if it weren't for the sheer volumes the pair was putting out. The ceaseless struggle of fires, lightning, blazes and storms hardly even a notable detail against the utter scalelessness of a single, tiniest droplet of seed. The incessant deluge of cum Pyren pumped into her made Aoi's gut bloat far past the frail bounds of existence. Tattered filaments of twinkling, purple clouds floated above the light-furred surface, the rippling of the waves beneath crashing into the fading remnants and dissipating them into naught but fine dust. Omniverses shuddered with the sheer might of the expansion increasing, the reverberations cracking the perfect blackness of the fundamental, interconnected spheres, the energy seeping from the fissures distorting the intricate structures of the cosmos into utter impossibility, eroding the foundations of all being right from within. The abject overimmensity of her belly straining the absolute void beyond the beyond, tearing at the absent strands of nothingness and pushing it toward its nonexistent limits, such mass-eclipsing heft and scale-dwarfing gargantuity bringing surreality to the brink of its subsistence by its simple presence alone. Her own, unceasing blast of seed was no less voluminous. Blowing through innumerable cosmic barriers without even slowing down in the slightest, the colorful sparks of countless forces once holding the foundations of metaphysicality disappearing into the wash of white. Insurmountable tides crashing across every realm of creation, astral voids overfilling beyond their infinite expanses, dimensions of the highest, numerics-eclipsing order all but drowning in but the smallest rivulets, entire pantheons ripped away in the raging currents. Piercing through the fabrics of time, submerging the unbounded oceans of entropy and pushing all of ever to its utmost, realities perpetually redefining themselves down to the fundamental ideas, basic concepts twisted by the unbridled might of the relentless flood and continually reshaping the totality of everything in its desperate bid to sustain itself against the seed swirling into the crumbling void around her belly. But compared to the raving struggles of all and naught around them, the pair of minks wasn't anywhere near their limit, nor even starting to close in on their potential truly beginning to unfold. Another thrust, a twitch, a collective gasp. The might of their climaxes abruptly exploded to new heights that all but dwarfed their entire previous effusions to looking like not so much as a dribble. With devastating intensity, the boundlessness of everything and nothing violently shattered around the pair, a force of cessation wiping out the fabrics of realities to the tips of its flailing fibers, spelling the end of the possibility of an existence existing even were it not for their continuing indulgence. And yet, the fact was lost on them, their smiles only wider, a simple gurgle overwhelming the thooming crash of all they'd doomed, already rumbling and rearing for the next, much vaster surge.