Escape the flames.

Lalarin unleashes a mighty sigh, though the air which escapes her lips and wafts over the nape of your neck isn't at all cool and refreshing. By the time it reaches your skin, it's already a wave of heat. She wipes a bead of sweat suddenly rolling down her brow, and returns to tugging on the spandex which tightly binds her body. "I think... it's wearing off," she whispers. "I can't wait to get out of this stove."

"I admit, the heat resistance potions were effective, though weren't made to last. It's Eva's which will likely take all the way to the island's other half before it fades."

"Oh great," says the aforementioned bunny, with arms still around her naked body. "So I'll be like this even longer."

You look at her, confused. "Eva."

"What is it?" she asks.

"Do you think... the potion's effect is what's making you naked?"

She stares back at you for a long moment. Slowly, pink starts to once again fill her cheeks. "Wh--No! I mean, of course not."

"Then why do you want the effect to go away? It's keeping you safe."

"I know that! Haha, of course I know that. Ridiculous. You thought that I... Wow. I'm not that stupid. Of course the potion's effect ending won't make my clothes come back. Oh Kyle, you're so silly. Really just the silliest boy."

Your lies are so potent, the FibNot all the way back home is probably beeping.

Suddenly, a streak of fire sparks through the air. It's small, like an arrow, though it brushes off Niki's shield without recoil as she raises it in defense. "What was that?" she asks with a frantic glance around her. "An enemy?"

Snow reaches for her bow and attempts to perceive the source of the attack. Her eyes eventually peer upwards as she says, "I think I saw--Wait." Next her descends, and continues to do so. She looks to Niki, though farther down than she expected. And then even farther.

Everybody around stares in awe at the sight of their chief warrior now only about half a foot tall. Niki's eyes widen as she takes in the view of her towering allies. She looks herself over, though everything else seems the same. Even her equipment went with her. "Wh-What happened?!" she shouts, though her voice seems to distant. "Did something make you all grow?"

"What wizardry--!" Vyzia lifts her spear and seeks an enemy to impale. Then suddenly, she hurls it through the air towards a small cloud of glistening lights. It looks for a moment like she's going to slay naught by a firefly, though the **** of the attack blows the lights away, striking none before the weapon stabs into a distance hillside. She brings her arm back, and the weapon soars right back into her grasp.

"I see them," Amara says. "Are they pixies?" Though before she can say anything else, the mysterious lights come forth and she unleashes an audible gasp. Magic falls upon her, and with quivering lips, she wraps her arms around her body. "N... N-No!"

Vyzia, immediately behind her, catches the elf before she falls. "What is it? Are you injured?"

"Aha... Hahaha! Aah! Hehehaha~!" Amara laughs uncontrollably and she grabs at invisible hands. There truly is nothing there, yet she feels as if she's being tickled all over. She flails her feet as the sensation moves up and down the bottoms of her feet. She pulls in her arms as it strikes beneath them. Her legs are next, and then her sides. She raises her shoulders as the tickling reaches her neck. Then it does it all again. She can do nothing but flail about, giggle, and gasp, while Vyzia keeps her from falling to the hot stone beneath them. "Ahh, haha! Stop, stop! Hehehe, it is too much~!"

Niki stares up from below and purses her lips. "Do you want to trade curses?" she asks quietly.

"What was that?" you ask.

"I said pick me up, quick! I can't do or see anything from down here."

You pluck her from the ground, and hold the tiny Niki in your hands. "Amara said it might be pixies. I'd believe it. What do you think, Fava?"

"... No," she answers. She flutters up with arms crossed and looks around. "Something much more dangerous, I admit. Though also much more lame. While pixies are cute, fun-loving woodland critters more beautiful than butterflies, these creatures are maniacal, twisted creatures of flame. Pyries is what they're called. We need to be really careful. Not only are they hard to see, they're even harder to strike."

"Aw. The little baby called us twisted," comes a tiny voice from above.

Leading the pack is a girl with orange-red flesh and hair animated like a fire burning atop her head. Much like a pixie, she has wings shaped like that of a butterfly, though hers are entirely made of sparking flames, and don't actually flap at all as she floats through the air. She's wearing jet black shorts with silver buckles attached to suspender straps, though she has no top to be seen. The straps perfectly conceal her breasts, though it's a miracle she can remain that way while moving about. It's even more of a display than what Laira often does. She looks to your group with a cocky grin, and behind her are four other pyries backing her up with snickers and hollers.

"What's a pixie doing all the way out here?" mocks one of them. She's wearing a shirt one sized too small and a skirt that's quite short. "A little far from any forest."

Yet another speaks up, laughing boisterously with a hand to her lips. She's wearing a simple black swimsuit, though her hair is much longer than the rest, covering the back of her body in a cloak of flames. "We shrunk one, and the other is having a marvelous time. So what should we do to her?"

"What else do you know about them, Fava?" you ask.

"Nothing really. I've only heard stories," she replies. Then in a huff, she darts across over to Vyzia, and slots herself through the hatch of her larger body. Though still a sweaty mess, she slips from the dragon's shoulder and stomps up to the group of five. With clenched teeth, she clenches her fists, and a beautiful display of wings extend out from her back. She smiles proudly, moving her fists to be placed upon her sides. "You think I'm inferior or something, spark-brains? I've crafted things beyond your wildest imaginations. And you're here doing what? Wandering a wasteland populated only by slavers?"

The lead pyrie speaks up again. "So you're bigger now. Big deal."

"Ah~!" Eva cries.

You look over to see one of the pyries behind her. With a suddenly curious face, she raises a hand and fires yet another small beam of fire to Eva's backside.

As soon as the attack washes over Eva's shiny brass rear, she moans again at the sensation. Instead of a burn, she feels a tingle, as the potion's effects transfer the pain of intense heat into pleasure instead. Then a third strikes her, and she can't help but moan once more as she hops forwards, stumbling before she catches her footing a moment short of falling. "S-Stop," she pleads. "I'm gonna--Ah~!"

The pyrie calls out to her leader, "Look, boss! This one is all made of metal, and she makes funny noises when I attack her."

"What a freak!" she replies. "She must be totally into pain or something."

Eva's legs tremble as she desperately attempts to hide her body's excitement. Lashes of euphoria against her backside are one thing, but more attention is brought to her naked physique with each and every sound she makes, which only makes things more thrilling. She whimpers and pleads, "N-No more~!" but it only encourages the pyrie to continue. A second joins in, and before she knows it, she's completely overwhelmed by a barrage of fire against her shimmering body. "Ah! Aah! Ah! No, I'm seriously gonna--!"

"I need to help," you say.

Niki looks to you with a nod. "Go! Just drop me in your pocket or something."

You nod and slip her down, then reach for your sword. As you draw it, the metal shines with vibrant pink, and you leap into battle without any further hesitation. Nearest to you, the leader of the pyries is darting towards Fava, and while you aren't sure what she's going to do, you're not about to let it happen. The shining point of Lauo strikes true. Though for a moment you swear it's going to land, the tiny girl's body contorts strangely, almost like a mirage. Like trying to grab a fly out of the air, she's simply pushed away and no damage is dealt.

Amara gasps for breath, still frantically trying to escape from the relentless **** of tickling.

"Slippery," you say as you place yourself between Fava and the enemy. "So I guess you didn't have these in the woods, huh?"

"Not at all. I really have no idea what their weaknesses are," Fava replies.

Meanwhile, Niki jostles around in your pocket. She squirms and struggles to find her footing, though she does bump frequently against something somewhat stiff in her wake. Perhaps she's confused what massive object rests so near to where she stands, or she's fully aware. Either way, it's certainly a distracting sensation. You do your best to focus on the encounter regardless.

"I d-do~!" Eva cries. "Yes! Yes, I do! Yes, oh gods yes~!" Then she falls to her knees. The hot stone of course doesn't burn her brass-like flesh. Instead it fills her with even more pleasure, like a vibrator left on the lowest setting immediately after climaxing on high. Her eyes flutter and struggle to focus as the euphoria of an orgasm floods her body. The flames have proven to be too much. She can barely speak, and she certainly can't stand.

Fava then holds up her right palm. A small circle turns, and then opens as a rush of wind wafts towards her. A mechanism within her grasp is sucking hard, and the potency of the suction only grows. All in front of her are nudged forwards, though it's the pyries who are in distress. They scream in panic as they're yanked through the air at an alarming pace, even those which are pestering Eva. One by one, they thud up against her opened hand. Then a moment later, a sphere of pulsing cyan emerges and encapsulates the winged pests. It drops to the ground with a thud, trapping them in a hamster ball.

They bang up violently against the inside of it, though not even sound escapes.

Captain Silver, ready to leap into action if needed, continues to watch. Xue next to her is much the same, though she places a hand against his chest and shakes her head. "They have this one."

You lift it from the ground and stare up at the hissing creatures, though it's still dead silent. You can just see them bare their teeth, and claw against the magic barrier. "Neat new trick, Fava. Way to go." Then you flinch a little as Niki slides back down in your pocket, right alongside the aforementioned massive object. "Can you sit still in there?" you call out.

Finally, Niki reaches the surface and hangs from the edge of your trousers. "Where are they? Let me at them!"

"Right here," you say, holding them up like a basketball. "Though what do we do now?"

Eva crawls over, and slowly stands back up to her feet. "W-Well, as I was saying... I know about pyries."

"Why didn't you speak up before?" Tiny-Niki asks.

"I was having an org--!" Eva blurts out before covering her mouth with both hands. "Uhm, I was a little distracted."

You look her up and down. "Eva, you're naked."

Her eyes widen, and looks down before suddenly covering herself once more. "I know that!"

How did she forget so fast?

"It's not too complicated. Pyries are weak to area of effect spells," Eva explains. "Not only that, but they are nearly impossible to kill. When they die..." she says with air quotations. "... they actually just turn to ashes, and then resurrect again anew, still with their memories, though weak at first. Then eventually they reach their full power, and the cycle repeats. So Fava, can you control when the barrier vanishes?"

Fava raises a thumb into the air. "Of course I can."

Eva grins wide. She does still have one thing on her, gripped in her right hand. It isn't clothing, but a brown shaft of wood holding a pink crystal at its tip. She takes a deep breath and readiest herself, though not for the spell. It's for what comes first. She lowers her arms, and exposes her naked body for all to see. She reels the focus back with red growing in her cheeks, and manifests a mighty wave of mana up through her body. "Do it," she says.

You nod to both of them, and then with all your might, you hurl the ball into the air.

The pyries tumble around inside as if trapped in a dryer.

"Now!" you command.

With a movement of her hand, Fava dismisses the sphere of magic.

Eva then throws the trip of her wand forwards. Sparks of electricity roll down her arm, and she shouts the words, "Chain Lightning!" as loud as she can. With a crack, streams of raw electric power trace through the air towards their target. The storm is unleashed upon the group of pyries, and there's no hope at all for escape. Not only does the spell arc towards each and every one of them, but each strike bounces to the next, trapping them all in a storm could high above the party. One by one, they plummet to the ground, striking the stone below with plumes of smoke and ash. It's as if they've disappeared entirely, like bugs on a zapper.

Amara falls limp in Vyzia's arms. She looks to her with a flustered face but a smile of relief. "I could... hardly take... any more of that..."

Then at the same time, your bulge grows to massive size. At least, that's what it looks like for a moment. Niki expands from inside your pocket, shouting in panic as the entire right side of your pants tear open. The warrior falls flat on her face, though the heat of the ground does nothing to her. You stumble back as your depart from your trousers, and stand there now in your underwear.

"Ooh. Looking good, Malakae says with a grin.

You turn. Without a hint of shame, you stare her over, and watch as she struggles suddenly not to flicker her attention down south. "Thank you."

"W-Well, I mean... You realize I was mocking you, yes?"

"Say, Malakae. You and Eva both went to Redbloom Academy, right?"

"Naturally. And I excelled."

"Then why didn't you know how to defeat the pyries?"

"... Uhm. Well, obviously my studies were focused on more important things."

Dixby wanders up from behind you, and wraps your broken pants around your legs. "There ya go, chief."

"Thanks, Dix," you say. Then with a, "Mend," they seal closed around you.

Meanwhile, Eva snickers. She's still covering herself up, yet her attention is more on Malakae than her own nudity. Her laughter grows until she's almost ****. "Oh wow. You really had no idea, huh? That's so embarrassing."

"It is not!" Malakae shouts.

"I knew something you didn't know~!" Eva sings. "I knew something you didn't know~!"

With bared teeth, Malakae leaps at Eva to grab her shoulders. Though she's quite difficult to handle without any clothing to grab onto. "I'll shut that mouth of yours, Beela."

Eva grins wider. "Oh are you now? Because I think I'm the one who just won that encounter. I can feel myself levelling up right now. Aah, I'm g-gonna level~!"

"You're weird!"

Meanwhile, you and Fava look down at the scattered ashes. They then start to move. Just as Eva explained before, five shapes emerge up from the remnants. First is the pyrie with long hair, then the the leader, and the rest eventually appear, though there is one major difference. They haven't a garment of clothing to their persons. Their demeanour has also entirely changed. Just barely, wings of flames spark from their backs, though not enough to fly. They flush a darker shade of red as they try to cover up their shame, though there's no escape, and their opponents tower over them.

Fava kneels down with a twisted grin. "Oh dear. It looks like you're all exposed and helpless now, little pyries."

The leader grumbles. "Y-You--!"

"What should we do with them, guys?"

Then Dixby wanders over. She snaps her goggles over her eyes, and the smile that suddenly appears on her face is even more frightening than any other. Her grin stretches from ear to ear as she holds up a vial of reddish pink fluid which bubbles as its jostled inside the glass container. "... I can think of something," she whispers.

The pyries grab onto one another in fear.

"Pyries, like pyro, right?" Fava asks. "Or is it like pyrite? Fool's gold. A cheap imitation of the real thing."

"We are not cheap--" The leader stops short of her words as Fava ties a string around them, binding the group together back-to-back. Then she looks up as Dixby's vial is opened, and slowly tilted overhead. "Stop, stop! What is that?!"

Dixby takes twisted joy in drawing things out. She explains, "If this is poured on a person's arms, they'll cum immediately. So I wonder what happens when you're so small, that the contents coats your entire body."

"What did you just say? No, no! Please, we're sorry!"

"Relax. I'm sure the effects will diminish shortly after we leave. Probably."

The moment the contents are emptied over their naked bodies, they erupt into a chorus of moans. It's quite melodic, like a harmony of five different chords playing in tandem. They can't move to escape, or even cover themselves up. In a puddle of potion, the five pyries cum, cum, and cum again, while your party prepares to finally leave the hellish half of this island at last.

Captain Silver tilts her cap. "Dear me. You really are a devious bunch. I like it."

Then you hear a loud ripping of fabric. Then another. A third.

You turn to see Vyzia pulling both Eva and Malakae away from one another. In Eva's hand is the gold dragon's crimson red qipao, though it's in a few pieces. Meanwhile, Malakae crawls back in distress, on the ground and entirely nude. She screams and covers herself up, though remains on her kneels as she grits her teeth up at the bunnyfolk.

"You attacked me!" Eva shouts.

"You were mocking me!" Malakae yells back.

"Why aren't you wearing any underwear, huh? Not even panties?"

"I forgot them, you ignorant fool!"

Malakae's gold-scaled tale sways through the burning soil as she tries her best to conceal her excited panting. Likely her reddish face denotes to most an anger towards her foe, and not a hidden thrill burning up inside her. "Fine. Well, give me back my dress, and I'll apologize."

"Apologize first."

"No!"

"Then you aren't getting it back."

"I'll--" She begins to stand, though then remembers her clothing situation, especially with every pair of eyes on her body. Everyone except the five pyries, which are still having quite the time.

Eva then walks smugly up to you and wraps the fragments of the dress around her own body. "If you don't mind~?"

With a sigh and a smile, you look the bunnyfolk over, and then administer a few casts of the spell, "Mend," just as you did with yourself. The qipao is repaired, and around a new host. It fits her relatively well. Eva's chest is larger than Malakae's, though not by that much, and she's also shorter, so while there are differences in size, it isn't too bad. If anything, it's less skimpy on Eva than its usual owner due to the dress covering lower. It's still quite alluring though, and it makes you wonder how she'd look garbed in one made to fit.

Finally, Malakae stands. She grips her chest tight, and reaches a clawed hand between her legs. "You dare steal from me?"

"You started it," says Eva.

"Will you please both act your age?" Vyzia suddenly interupts. "We must go. Only one potion remains. Some of us are struggling. There is a long journey ahead. Follow." Then without another word, she marshes forwards.

Niki, now back to normal size, hustles behind. "I agree with the dragon."

"I'm also the dragon," Malakae hisses.

Eva runs ahead. As she does, the brass of her skin slowly fades. "Then hurry up. Dragons can survive the elements way easier, right? You're supposed to be strong. Deadly. Unstoppable. So if we're entering a land of ice, I'll need something to wear anyway, right?"

"Your words only make me angrier."

"... Whew. And it's getting hot again. Let's go."