Another story arc down. Feels nice. I was going to space this out a little more, but I was having so much fun writing the Luan and Maggie fight that I kind of just kept going. Gonna take a short break, seeing as how I've put out three of these in a relatively short amount of time, but the next chapter will be the start of a new story arc.

Zeobide: The city pays for the damages caused by the fights. Fiona mentions in an earlier chapter that the economy is in the toilet because of all the "monster" attacks, that's why she was desperate enough to take a job from Darkness.

"Toh!" Luan cried, leaping into the air in an impressive display of acrobatic prowess, given the sheer amount of mass she was carrying. Maggie looked up, trying to track her flight path, and—

"Angry sister KICK!" Staggered backwards as, for the second time that night, she was kicked in the head by a flying giantess.

"Stay Away From My Little Brother-SLAP!" Luan called out, twirling around in place and harnessing the momentum to deliver a meaty, open palmed smack to the black-clad girl's face, sending her crashing to the ground. Again.

"You could probably stand to shorten those attack names." Lincoln opined from his place on her shoulder.

"Lincoln Shut Up And Let Me Enjoy This-RETORT!" Luan growled, glaring at her diminutive brother.

"I'm trying to remember when things made sense..." Maggie groaned as she struggled back to her feet. "And failing miserably."

"That's not the only thing that's going to be miserable." Luan quipped, chuckling to herself. "Time to end this."

Luan drew her fist back and took a deep breath. "Luan's Ultimate Special Deluxe Hyper Fighting Miracle—" She paused to take another breath, swinging her arm forward as she did so. "—Golden Delicious Magnum-PU—" And abruptly choked on her words as Maggie caught her extended appendage with one hand, before it could meet its mark.

"...That's actually really impressive." Luan grudgingly admitted, wincing slightly at the sheer strength of the other girl's grip.

Maggie's eyes narrowed, and her free hand suddenly ignited, ebony-black flames surrounding her clenched fist, though seemingly causing the girl herself no pain.

"And that's even more impressive!" Luan cried out, redoubling her efforts to free herself. "How are you even doing that!?"

"I...don't...know!" Maggie growled, her flames suddenly doubling in intensity. "But I really want to hit you with it!"

Luan instinctively flinched away, squeezing her eyes shut as Maggie lurched forward, preparing for what was almost certain to be the most painful experience of her night so far. But...nothing came. Moments turned to seconds, and still, no pain. Finally unable to take it any longer, Luan gingerly opened her eyes. There, floating only inches away from her face, was Maggie's flame-clad fist.

"Pew." Maggie spat, and Luan's world went black. She was right, it did hurt. A lot.

Luan jerked back into consciousness with start, uncertain how long she'd been out, and immediately regretted it. Pain was still a thing, apparently. Also, she was on her back, when she distinctly last remembered being on her feet.

"Lincoln?" She groaned, waiting for her vision to come back into focus. "You still alive?"

"Yep." Came a familiar voice, directly into her ear. "This kind of thing happens all the time with Leni, I know what to hold onto.

"Leni?" Suddenly realization dawned upon her, and she felt really stupid. "Aw man, she's the green one, right? Shoot, how did I not see that? She covers her face with a friggin visor! And it's see-through!"

"Don't blame yourself." She could feel Lincoln giving her a consoling pat on the cheek. It felt nice. "Those visors are really effective for some reason. I think it's the technology, or something."

"Technology?" She hemmed. "So we're sci-fi genre, not fantasy?" A more pressing issue suddenly made itself known to her. "Hey, uh...I think I feel something poking my butt..."

"Yeah..." She could feel the wince in that reply. "You fell on our garage. Good thing the rest of the family's out."

That was something, at least. The world was starting to come back into focus, and Luan made to start getting up, hissing at the throbbing that the motion elicited from her...everywhere, really.

"How long was I out?" She asked, trying to sit upright.

"Well, I've got good news and bad news for you."

"Hit me."

"The good news is you were only out for a few seconds, near as I can figure."

"And the bad news?" She regretted asking, the instant the words left her mouth, as the ground began to quake in tune to a very familiar sounding set of foot steps.

"The bad news is Maggie's still here. And she looks mad."

Awesome. Luan squinted so as to focus her vision, and...yep, there was the other girl. She was hobbling a bit, and breathing heavily, emphaized by the rising and falling of her prodigious bosom (Geeze, how did Linc survive those things?). But she looked angry and determined, a dangerous combination in their current state.

"Lincoln?" She asked, trying to control her quiavering voice. She was the big sister, dammit (in more ways than one, heh), and she had to be strong for her little brother. But..."Truth be told, I'm not sure I can actually beat her. You seem to have experience with this, so if you have any suggestions I'd be happy to hear them."

"Uh..." She turned her head to see the pale haired boy perched on her shoulder, desperately wracking his brain.

"Leni's the one who usually handles this stuff, right? What does she do?"

"Leni?" He pondered this. "I mean, there was that one...kinda weird thing that happened once, but normally she just yells 'Leni Punch', and that usually resolves everything."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Luan groaned, slapping her forehead in frustration. "'Leni Punch?' That's the stupidest—"

Luan trailed off, goggling in bewilderment as, at her utterance, her right hand suddenly began to crackle with bright yellow energy. "I refuse to believe that works!"

Lincoln shrugged. "I find it's best not to ask questions when Leni's involved."

Luan stared at her hand, now shining with energy. "Hey Linc..." She giggled, waving at him. "Looks like I'm carrying a torch for you." It pleased her to see the way he blushed at that...but wait, no, angry emo girl at 6 o'clock. Gotta figure this thing out.

"Alright." She began. "I've got this glowy fist thing. That seems like it might be helpful. I just need to figure out a way to get an opportunity to use it before she blasts me again..."

There was a short cough from her brother. "I..." He gulped. "I think I might have an idea. But its risky and stupid."

"Riskier and stupider than getting pounded into the ground?" Luan asked, archly.

"To be fair, she only wants to beat you up. I think she just wants me to...I dunno, be her best friend, or something?"

"...Seriously?" Luan's eyebrows flattened in annoyance.

"N-not that I'd let her hurt you or anything if I could stop it, honest!" He protested, looking ashamed of himself.

"Not that, Lincoln." She rolled her eyes in irritation. "I mean...yes, that. But...you and her?"

"I don't follow." Lincoln replied, looking confused.

"...Never mind." She grumbled. "You're lucky you're cute."

"Thanks. I think. Anyway, here's the plan..."

Maggie took a shuddering breath, equal parts anticipation and exhaustion, as she finally confronted her prey. The yellow-clad girl has messed her up pretty badly, but she'd managed to turn it around. Now she just needed to finish the job, and she and Lincoln could start their lives together.

"Hullo!" Luan cheerfully greeted her, giving a short wave with one hand. The other, suspiciously, hidden behind her back. "It's Maggie, right?"

Maggie's eyes narrowed. "Yeah..." She replied, guarded. This wasn't how she was expecting things to play out.

"Lincoln talks about you all the time. Won't shut up about that cute girl he met at the park."

"R-really?" Maggie immediately felt her exhaustion disappear, now replaced with a wonderful, fluttery feeling in her chest. She turned her head to the side, slightly, hoping her long hair would obscure her rapidly reddening cheeks. She had to look like a night light at this point. But still! He thought she was cute!

...No, no. Can't get distracted. Focus on the mission. Then happiness with the boyfriend.

"T-then you shouldn't have any problems with handing him over." Maggie growled, hoping she sounded convincing. "Give me Lincoln, and I won't give you the beating you deserve."

"You know..." Luan trailed off, her expression thoughtful. "I'd love to do that. And so would my aching...everything, truth be told." Maggie couldn't help but smirk at that, standing a little straighter. "Buuuuut there's a bit of a problem with that."

"W-what problem?" Maggie asked, gruffly, trying not to seem to eager.

With a small sigh, Luan unzipped the top of her suit, and began to fish around in her prodigious cleavage, humming as she did so. As the seconds dragged on, Maggie found herself growing increasingly irritated.

"Look—" She growled, her patience wearing thin.

"Found him!" Luan announced, producing a thoroughly embarrassed, but otherwise wholly intact Lincoln. The tiny boy gave her a short wave.

"Lincoln!" She squealed, instinctively reaching out towards him, but stopping herself just short of following through with it. She turned to Luan, glaring at the still smiling girl. "So what's the problem? He looks fine."

"Yeah..." Luan nodded in agreement. "I can see why you'd think that. Here's the problem, though. You see..." She trailed off.

Maggie leaned closer. "Yeah?"

"I can't just hand him over to you." Luan said, haltingly. "Because..."

Maggie leaned a little closer. "Because...?" She prompted.

"Because..." Luan stopped herself, taking a deep breath. Maggie was surprised to find that she was hanging on the other girl's every word.

"Because you have to catch him!" And with that, Luan threw Lincoln straight up into the air.

Maggie's mouth swung opened like a rusty hatch. "Lincoln!" She screamed, jerking her head upward, trying to catch a glimpse of his tiny body, obscured even moreso by the night sky. "You!" She turned back to Luan, clenching her fist, but quickly found herself looking upward again. She really wanted to pound this girl into the ground for what she'd done, but...Lincoln! Her attention was split two ways, and she couldn't make up her mind as to which was the more important.

Finally, she jerked her head back towards Luan, only to find that the girl had somehow vanished. Where had she...

"Hey Maggie..." A soft, breathy voice spoke from behind her. "Knock, knock."

Maggie , thoroughly confused, whirled around. "Who'se—"

Just in time to see Luan's fist, shining as brightly as the sun, only millimeters away from her face. She barely had time to register this strange occurance before it crashed into her face, erupting like a supernova .

All she could feel was pain, humiliation, and the strange sensation of gravity seeming strangely absent. Wait...she was descending. Looks like gravity was working after—WHAM!

...that would be the ground, then. Hello old friend.

Maggie was barely able to register the sound of gargantuan footsteps approaching, as Luan crouched down next to her.

"That was the punchline." She giggled. "My fist in your face."

"Ugh." Maggie groaned, and then she mercifully lost consciousness.

"Woo hoo!" Luan pumped her fist in the air, ecstatic at her triumph over the forces of...something or other. All in all, things had worked out pretty well. She was some kind of super hero now, got the powers, and the snazzy outfit, a little brother who was rapidly plummeting through the air at this very moment...

Luan's eyes bugged out as she suddenly remembered the second part of the plan: Save Lincoln! She began scanning the sky, looking for the telltale signs of her little bro. Shouldn't be that difficult, the kid dressed like a traffic cone...

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~"

...and had a very distinct shriek of terror, one that she had become intimately familiar with over the years. Luan focused her attention in the direction of the sound aaand bingo. White hair, orange shirt...and way, way off course. Shoot, she must of flubbed her throw.

Luan immediately dashed off, trying to get a feeling for the falling boy's trajectory, uncaring as to the crunching, snapping, and one very irate shriek that went on below her. She could worry about property damage later.

Thankfully, one of the benefits of being huge was that you could cover a lot of ground very quickly, and she soon found herself more or less directly underneath her brother. Now for the tricky part..

"Calm down, Luan." She told herself. "It's just like juggling. You put something in the air, now you just have to pull it back out. Easy peasy." She gulped. "Except there's only one thing to catch, that thing is incredibly precious, and you only get one shot at this..."

"EEEEEEEEEEEEE~"

Self doubt later, saving time now! Luan locked her eyes on the orange blur. Nearly there...just a little farther, don'tmessthisupdon'tmessthisupdon'tmessthisup aaaaand NOW!

Trusting in her long honed performer's instincts, Luan took a running start and lept up into the air. Time seemed to slow as her momentum carried her towards her falling brother, seconds stretching out into an agonizing eternity...and then she was suddenly within the strike zone. She reached out with both arms, certain she could make the save with at least one of them and...missed?

WHUMPF!

...but thankfully, on this particular occasion, Luan was packing a sizeable safety mat. Which...she had totally failed to take into account. Well, if anybody asked, that was totally calculated.

Still airborne, the comedienne wrapped her arms around her chest, tucked her legs in and transitioned into a somersault. One, two, three, and...

CRASH!

Stuck the landing! Though, the city was unlikely to be happy with their new sinkhole, it seemed a small price that other people would be paying.

Luan loosened her grip on herself just a bit, and breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that her little brother was cradled protectively against her chest. Granted, his mouth was still wide open, as if screaming silently to himself. But that seemed perfectly normal under the circumstances.

"You okay, Linc?" She asked, nudging him as gently as possible with one enormous index finger.

"Never again." He whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible.

"Never again." Luan agreed, bending down and planting a full-bodied kiss on her little brother.

"And then BLAM! Right in the kisser!" Luan crowed as she made her way back towards their family home, Lincoln held protectively in the palms of her hands, the same way one might transport an egg. He had claimed he was ready to ride on her shoulder again, but Luan wasn't having any of it. The kid deserved to be pampered a bit.

"And then she toppled over, right around...here?" Luan trailed off as they arrived at their destination, and found a distinct lack of any giant, comatose girls in the vicinity.

"They kind of just vanish." Lincoln confirmed, shrugging. "We're not really sure why or how."

"Well, shoot." Luan frowned. "I was kind of hoping to rub it in her face a little more. But a win's a win, right?"

"It is." Lincoln nodded, reaching for one of her fingers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "You did great, Luan."

"Aw...shucks." Luan felt her face redden, pleased by Lincoln's encouragement. "I always knew I was meant for big things."

Lincoln let out a small sigh, thankfully never losing that smile of his. She liked that smile. It made her...tingly.

"And now, I think it's time we got you back to normal." He announced, climbing to his feet.

"Aw, you sure about that, Linc?" She asked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. "I think I like being this big. And I've got a few fun ideas we could try..."

"Our family will be home any minute now." Lincoln retorted, dryly. "It's a wonder they haven't already gotten here."

Luan considered this. "I mean, I don't mind an audience..."

"Luan!"

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Spoilsport. Fine, shrink me down."

"After all..." She thought to herself, a wide grin spreading across her face. "There's always next time..."

Lori Loud literally crashed through the front door of the now dilapidated Loud house and dashed up the stairs, Leni only a few steps behind her. As she reached the top of the stairs, she made a sharp turn towards Luan's room, and skidded to a stop, wincing. That entire end of the hallway was in shambles, her room very likely included. But Lincoln was a smart kid, he wouldn't stay someplace so hazardous. That meant, more likely than not, that if he and Luan were still in the house...

Lori whirled around and headed towards Lincoln's room, Leni following close behind, presumably coming to the same conclusion she had. Heart hammering in her chest, Lori reached the room and, unwilling to wait a moment longer, simply lowered her stance and shoulder checked the door, not slowing down in the slightest.

"Lincoln!" She shrieked, bursting through the door in an explosion of splinters. And found...

Her brother. Pinned to his bed by Luan, the older girl straddling the pale haired boy. Both of them fully clothed, thankfully.

"The polite thing to do is knock!" Luan growled, glaring irately at her older sisters.

"Are we really going to talk about politeness when we found you violating our little brother?" Lori retorted, teeth clenched with barely contained fury.

"Yeah!" Leni pipped up from behind her. "That's totes rude, Luan. You're supposed to share Linky!"

It took a considerable amount of effort for Lori to refrain from falling over. Well, there went the moral high ground...

Luan giggled as she climbed off Lincoln, helping the younger boy to sit up. "Sorry, Leni, you'll have to explain the rules to me."

Luan pulled Lincoln close to her, who then patted the empty space on the bed next to him. Lori found herself hurrying over to the pair a bit more eagerly than she'd intended to, and before long the boy quickly found himself protectively encircled by his three sisters, each of them discretely jockeying for possession of him.

"Good to see you're back to normal." Lori said, addressing Luan. She looked the girl up and down. "Well, more or less, anyway."

"Yup." Luan replied, cupping her new CC cup breasts. "They're not as big as before, but these are a lot more manageable."

It was the best I could do, given the circumstances. Seven spoke up. Lincoln's botched transfer was worse than I thought. It's a wonder I was able to restore Ms. Luan's dimensions even to this degree.

"And you did a great job, Seven." Luan patted Lincoln's wristband affectionately. Then she grabbed Lincoln and pulled him against her chest. "I know Lincoln certainly thinks so." She added, teasingly.

Lori's eyes narrowed. "Mom and dad freaked out when they saw how messed up the neighborhood was, they're outside talking to the police right now." She began to slide her hand towards Luan and their rapidly suffocating brother. "The official story is that there was a gas pipe ruptured and exploded, or something. But the cops have been getting stories about a couple of giant girls brawling in the streets." Satisfied with her positioning, she reached out and grabbed Luan's arm, intent on tearing it off Lincoln and rescuing the poor boy. But, much to her surprise, she found herself incapable of moving the younger girl.

Lori sighed in annoyance. "So...you too, huh?"

"That's right. Blue" Luan said with a knowing smile. She released Lincoln, who was immediately snached up by Leni and pulled to the far side of the bed, and flexed her free arm experimentally. "Thinking I might try working some strong-woman stuff into my clowning routine."

"Fantastic." Lori had meant to say it sarcastically, but it came out surprisingly genuine, and she found herself sharing a smile with her younger sister.

"Well, you guys can tell us all about it later." She said at last, gesturing for everyone to get up. "The city's going to be footing the bill for all the property damage, but we're going to have to spend the night in a motel."

"Ooooh." Luan and Leni cooed in unison.

"And nobody shares a bed with Lincoln."

"Dangit." Grumbled the same girls in chorus.