AN: I'd like to go at least three days without something inspiring me, sheesh.

So, short version. There's a youtube channel called A Giant Woman, A Giant Woman, with the name pretty plainly indicating the kind of content they make, and why I might be interested in it. They do animations on the subject for various cartoons, and a good chunk of it is Loud House related. Some of it I love, some of it I don't, and some of it I'm extremely neutral on, but overall I'm a fan. They just put out an animation called Luna Kong, and I enjoyed it enough that I ended up writing something based on it. Which, thankfully, didn't take too long, because I didn't even try to make it coherent. Or even all that distinct from the other, similar things I've written :)

Credit goes to the folks at A Giant Woman, A Giant Woman for doing the hard work, all I did was put my patented Siege-brand degeneracy on it. And if anyone from there somehow sees this, I apologize profusely.

On a tropical island, which appeared on no maps and was referred to only by a discrete string of numbers and symbols that changed on a regular basis, a rare moment of natural, unblemished tranquility was quickly shattered as the ground began to tremble, heavy rhythmic footfalls timed perfectly with the disturbance betraying the fact that it was not a natural occurrence. The local fauna, long attuned to such things, began to scatter the instant that the first vibrations could be felt, leaving the flora to fend for itself, and their properly place paranoia was rewarded as the nearby treeline began to shudder, moments before it was evaporated, roots, bark and leaves scattering in all directions as a looming figure plowed straight through it, barely aware that such mundane obstacles existed to begin with.

She stood taller than all but the largest and sturdiest of trees, and was attired in little more than a sheer, violet-colored animal hide of some variety. The fact that such a garment existed at all stood as a strong reminder that the island, for all its natural beauty, held many dangers, some less natural than others. But her powerful, Olympian physique made it abundantly clear that she was not something to be preyed upon. Quite the opposite, in fact.

She, was the predator. And in the time she'd spent on this island, a realm where strength was the only language, she had sufficiently proven herself time and time again, that her very presence communicated a simple, succinct message, to all that were capable enough to interpret it. Run.

Smirking as she pretended not to notice the commotion around her, creatures both failed would-be's and never were's hastily evacuating the surrounding area, Luna took a moment to bask in the proof of her accomplishments. An entire ecosystem having learned a hard truth: you did not mess with Luna Loud. Doubly so after an unholy cocktail of science experiments had gone so horribly wrong, that they'd ended up going right, shattering the shackles of her mortality, and ascending her into something far greater.

Her ruminations were cut short as she caught sight of the thing she'd been searching for, a smile erupting across her face as she let out a victorious whoop, and began to charge toward it, her impossibly long and mighty legs swiftly carrying her to her prize—

GOAAAAAAWR!

—Only to find herself skidding to a halt as a bestial roar pierced the air. Battle-honed instincts kicking in, Luna threw herself backward mere moments before a hulking, saurian form exploded into view, its sheer size dwarfing even her. Their eyes met, and the beast roared again, exposing its inconceivably toothy maw, before it lowered its head and charged toward her, its eyes alight with blood lust.

Luna spat on the ground and turned to face her opponent. "Guess I'll have to learn you too!" She said, chuckling darkly as she settled into a combat stance.

Sometime later, Luna strode into a large clearing, whistling cheerfully as she came upon the crude, but serviceable wall made of stacked up stones which marked the territory that she had claimed as her territory.

"Lincoooooln!" She called out, shouldering her way through a gate made from assorted plant life. "I'm hoooome!"

"Luna!"

Her already good mood improved a thousandfold as her brother emerged from a lean-to that had been set up towards the rear of the perimeter, biting her lip as she fought against the complex emotions that were aroused by the sight of her already adorable brother now rendered doll-sized by her current stature. Which wasn't at all helped by the state of his clothing, his trademark polo shirt and jeans having been reduced to tatters by hard, island living. Initially, her heart had gone out to him, and she'd insisted that he allow her to make him his own animal-hide outfit to better protect him from the elements, but Lincoln, ever squeamish about such things, had ardently refused. And while she could have forced him, for his own good, Luna had instead forced herself to back off, realizing the value of respecting her brother's wishes.

Especially once she'd noticed that his increasingly threadbare outfit was beginning to accentuate the firm, toned physique that same hard island living was imparting upon him. There would come a point where in the interest of her brother's well-being, Luna would need to insist more emphatically that he be properly attired for the rigors of their current life. But it would not be today.

"Or tonight," She thought to herself, her lips curling into a wolfish smile before she was able to regain control of herself.

"Thank goodness," Lincoln panted, as he came to a stop only a short distance from Luna's feet. "I was starting to worry."

Luna shot a covert glance at the abominable corpse that was currently being concealed behind her back, and, discretely kicked it back into the treeline outside their camp.

"Nah, brah!" She exclaimed very loudly, trying to cover up the sound of the massive body hitting the ground. She flexed her arms and smirked at the veritable mountain range that erupted along them. "You know I've got this!"

"...I know," Lincoln admitted, smiling bashfully. "But I can't not worry about my big sis. Even when she's my biggest sis."

Luna's brain processes abruptly shut down, delight and embarrassment warring within her as her little bro unwittingly snuck his way right into her heart for the zillionth time.

"Oh!" Lincoln exclaimed, turning around and dashing back towards the lean-to. "I forgot something!"

Luna let out a sigh of relief, grateful that she'd been given a few moments to recover from almost being reduced to a blushing, stammering mess, reminding her once again that for all her power, she was not, in fact, the most dangerous thing on the island.

Lincoln was.

A loud scraping noise drew Luna's attention back to her brother, who was now dragging what, by his standards, was a large makeshift cauldron made from scavenged scrap metal, Luna herself having provided the necessary muscle to warp it into its current form. By her standards, however, it was essentially a coffee mug. Seeing his struggles, Luna carefully stepped towards him and knelt down, taking the "mug" in one hand while noting the steaming liquid that occupied it, and offering the other to her bro, who now relieved of his burden, stepped into it. Now that she was no longer in danger of inadvertently squishing her favorite lil' dude, Luna sat down cross-legged and transported Lincoln to her shoulder while she inspected the gift.

"It's stew," He explained. "Kind of. I...uh, don't exactly have a lot to work with here, but Sam's out hunting up some new grub anyway, so I thought I'd experiment with that meat we had left over before it went bad. It's nothing fancy, but I thought it tasted alright.

"Mmm!" Luna exclaimed as she took a sip, allowing the rich, meaty stew to dance along her tastebuds. "Dude, this is awesome!"

"Oh, really?" Lincoln smiled, equal parts happy and weary. "That's great. I just...thought you might be hungry when you got back, you know? Was hoping I could do something about that."

"It's the best thing I've had all day!" Luna said, gulping down the last of the batch. Lincoln began beaming with pride, and seeing her brother so elated stirred something within her. With a quickness that belied her size, Luna's head darted forward, and with long-practiced, pinpoint accuracy...she planted a kiss on her brother's tiny, but still very smoochable lips. She held it for as long as she could, but with the sheer suction she was applying threatening to turn her little bro into her next meal, she reluctantly broke contact. Immediately cheering up a little as it was now Lincoln's turn to be reduced to a red-faced, stuttering mess.

"Luna!" He sputtered, taking one arm and rubbing it across his now extremely damp face.

"And now it's the second-best thing I've tasted all day," She said, her grin only growing as Lincoln continued to squirm adorably.

"S-sheesh," Her brother muttered. Nevertheless, he scooched closer to her face. Seeing this for what it was, Luna leaned her head to the side until her enormous cheek made contact with her brother's diminutive one. She closed her eyes, delighting in the sensation of her special guy's body heat intermingling with her own.

"S-so…" Lincoln said, rousing Luna from the bliss-induced stupor she was quickly succumbing to. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Hmm?" Luna replied absentmindedly, her brain still playing catch up as her hormones reluctantly relinquished a smidgeon of the hold they'd had on her higher thought processes. "Oh. Yeah!"

She climbed to her feet, taking care to cradle Lincoln against her broad shoulder with one hand as she straightened up, then made her way back to their camp gate, retrieving the significantly less gruesome prize she'd dropped there upon returning to their home.

"Ta-dah!" She said, holding up what appeared to be a very large rock for her brother's inspection.

"What...is it, exactly?"

"It's a rock," Luna replied, rapping her knuckles on top of it. "A really big one. I'm gonna hollow it out and hopefully give you something a little sturdier to hole up in."

"...Again?" Lincoln asked. He winced. Not noticeably, but Luna's big-sister eyes, honed from long periods of staring endlessly at her one and only brother, combined with the massive improvements her transformation had made to her eyesight, easily caught the micro-movement.

"What's wrong?" She asked, warily. "I thought you'd be happy to have yourself a little bachelor pad."

"I am!" Lincoln protested, only for his eyes to cross right afterward. "I...would be? Anyway, yeah, it sounds great, but...the last couple of times you tried this, it didn't work out so well…"

"It's a learning process, dude!" Luna said, pouting. "I got really close with the last one. You know, before it…"

"Collapsed," Lincoln supplied. Luna started frowning at the diminutive Loud, but her face froze mid-motion as Lincoln reached out and placed one hand upon her cheek.

"I appreciate it, Luna," He said, "Really. I just feel bad that you guys go through so much trouble to do stuff like this for me. And...besides…"

Lincoln's voice lowered as he spoke, and Luna found herself leaning in, straining her ears to hear each word.

"It's not like...I need another place to sleep," He said, his cheeks flushing bright red. "Not when I've got...you…"

It was difficult to say exactly how long she persisted, but Luna was pretty sure her willpower managed to last a good three seconds more before all her self-restraint shattered, like that dinosaur's skull had when she'd put her fist through it.

"Oh hoooo!" She chortled, chucking the rock aside, and giving her brother her full attention. "You like sleeping with your big sis, eh?"

Lincoln's only response was a series of heavy breaths, but he did manage to nod emphatically, which Luna took as express consent for whatever came next. Grinning fiercely, Luna reached for her little bro, licking her lips as she did so—

"Hooooooooniiiiiieeeeeeeees! I'm hoooooooome!"

—only to abruptly freeze as a melodic voice rang out from outside their camp.

Luna's eyes met Lincoln's, her brain furiously working to determine her next course of action. Finally, she made her decision…

...she grabbed her brother and shoved him into her cleavage.

Having committed, Luna spun around and leaned against the camp perimeter, trying to affect the most nonchalance she could muster as the gate swung open, and another towering figure wearing a blue animal hide stepped through it.

"Hiya babe," Sam greeted her, and Luna's eyes immediately began devouring the sight of the cyan-tressed blonde, who matched Luna point for point in both size and physique, but by the rocker's estimation, wore them way better than she did.

"I'll take it from those noises that you're happy to see me," Quipped her girlfriend, as she strode into their camp, dragging a large, beastial corpse of her own behind her.

"You know I do," Luna chortled, leaping to her feet and dashing over to deliver a passionate kiss to the blonde.

"Mmm," Sam cooed, making her own appreciation abundantly clear before the pair parted, their eyes lingering upon one another.

That was when Luna noticed the bounty her girlfriend had brought in.

"Giant Sabre-tooth?" She asked, one eyebrow arching. "Again? I thought you were bringing home Giant Mammoth!"

"These are way harder to find!" Sam protested. "And they're Lincoln's favorite! So obviously I couldn't pass up the opportunity to bring one in. I promise I'll get some mammoth tomorrow…"

As she spoke, Sam cast her gaze around the camp.

"...Hey," She said, frowning. "Where is Lincoln?"

Luna bit her lip as her attention was suddenly drawn to the cute little thing currently squirming around in her makeshift top.

"H-he stepped out," She said, trying to keep her face neutral. "Said he was going to the water hole."

"...This late in the day?" Sam asked, suddenly suspicious. "It's going to be night...soon…"

Suddenly, Sam wasn't looking at Luna anymore. Without trying to look like she was looking, Luna followed the blonde's gaze, tracing their trajectory with mathematical precision until she realized that her girlfriend...staring straight at Luna's boobs.

Which...wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence, even before she'd obtained the awesome bod she was currently rocking and rolling. But her slightly uplifted gaze told Luna that on this particular occasion, Sam wasn't checking out her rack…

...she was checking out the telltale tuft of hair sticking out of her bodacious bosom.

"Mmmhmmm," Sam said, stepping forward. Luna began to step back, but Sam stole a march on her, swiftly darting in, wrapping her arms around the brunette—

—and pulling her into a bone-crushing hug.

"You're so mean, Luna!" Sam cooed as she held her girlfriend tightly, rendering Luna incapable of replying articulately as their bodies molded together, sending a symphony of sensual sensations dancing through her nervous system. "Wouldn't you agree...Lincoln?"

The last bit was directed to the point where their collectively cavernous cleavage joined, and a moment later Lincoln's head popped out right in the center, looking for all the world like the happiest gopher who'd ever lived.

"H-hey, Sam," Lincoln said, grinning stupidly at the blonde giantess.

"Hey yourself, Linky," Sam purred, shooting him a dazzling smile in return. Then she turned her gaze to Luna, and her smile grew a little less smiley.

"Explain," She said, simply.

"I just wanted a little one-on-one time with Linc!" Luna protested. "I think I'm entitled to that! He's my bro!"

"Dang it, Luna!" Sam growled. "You're supposed...to...share!"

"I...will...later!" Luna retorted as both girls began jockeying for position. Physics being what they were, however, it wasn't long before the two curvaceous titanesses collapsed into a tangle of limbs and fun bits. When the dust cleared, Luna found herself lying flat on her back, Sam's face inches from her own.

"I...think," Sam panted, in between deep, shuddering breaths. "It's time...you guys made this up to me."

She lowered her head, her tongue flitting across her lips. "Whaddya say, Linc?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Luna could see a tiny hand reaching out from amid the pile of boobs, and deliver a very emphatic thumbs up.

"Daaaw," Sam cooed, before shoving her face into Luna's cleavage, causing the rocker to spasm in delight as she felt Sam deliver passionate kisses to the squirming figure burrowed within. Eventually, she pulled back, and gazed down at Luna lovingly.

"Isn't he the best?" Sam asked, her fingers deftly working to undo Luna's top.

"You both are, babe," Luna replied as she responded in kind.

"Mmm," Sam purred in agreement. "And don't you forget it!"