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Zataan and Theo's "Bigger is Better" Growth Drive - Round 2
Wow, we hit that first goal already! Thanks a ton, guys! To celebrate, have a big beef-filled El Toro cameo, along with a floaty teenyfox contributor! Things are going well for the raccoon and lolf; let's keep it going and get them even bigger!
“Shall we get right to it, Mr. C?”
“I think we shall, Theo.”
Bright spotlights temporarily blinded Renard and Conner. The stage they had been shanghaied to was extremely bare, and seemed to stretch out into a dark void. Wherever they were, they didn’t see a way out.
Their two captors-turned-hosts were grinning wide as cameras appeared out of the ether and began rolling.
Theo, the sea-green Cheshire, bowed floridly. “Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the first episode of Bigger is Better, I am your charming host, Theodosius Augustus Sebastian Renatus, and with me--”
“--Is your other more charming host, Zataan.” The purple Cheshire bumped his companion out of the spotlight, winking at the cameras.
Theo side-stepped him to retake the spotlight. “Tonight, our two brave champions, Mr. Renard De Fleureaux and Mr. Conner Coon will be embarking on a scavenger hunt for your amusement, dear viewers.”
Zataan huffed, slipping under Theo’s arm to force the other Cheshire back behind him. “Yes, but they won’t be alone! Renard and Conner will be aided by a partner of their choice!”
The two Cheshires turned on their heels simultaneously, producing microphones out of thin air which they immediately pressed up against the lolf and raccoon. “So, gentlemen, who will it be? Whoever you choose must be utterly trusted, but also strong and durable to help you in your quest…”
Renard stared blankly at both Cheshires, still desperately wishing this was all a dream. “Uh… I mean, if I need a partner, I choose… uhm. El Toro?”
Conner blushed, rubbing the back of his head. “I suppose I want… Ko? My boyfriend?”
“Ah! Excellent choices, gentlemen.” Theo smiled wide, and snapped his fingers. El Toro and Ko appeared in a puff of smoke, looking more than a little confused. The heroic bull took up the lion’s share of the stage; he was more massive than usual. Someone had gotten to him, and both Conner and Renard were more than certain one of the technicolor felines had something to do with it. He had an overly thick middle that was beginning to spill over his red posers, and the rest of him had swollen up to monstrous proportions as well; his titanic arms were thicker than steel girders, his chest was like a cliff face and hard enough to bounce a quarter off of, and his legs were thicker than Theo’s waist to help support it all. Conner’s significant other, however, was the exact opposite. The diminutive red fox barely came up to El Toro’s knees, but only by virtue of his large, fennec-like ears. He was dressed far more smartly than the bull, if only because he was wearing clothes to begin with; a nice, button-down shirt with a matching vest and a coat that was slightly too big for him, the tails dragging on the floor behind him.
“Concon!” the fox shouted as soon as he spotted Conner. “What happened to you?! You’re so skinny!” He rushed over, immediately attaching himself to the raccoon’s leg. “I can fit my arms around you! Why?!”
“Ah! Renard, amigo! What happened to joo?” El Toro lumbered over to the lolf, towering over him. As soon as he reached the lolf, he threw his massive arm around Renard in a thick embrace.
“Now, there is one more twist, gentlemen…” Zataan said. “Your chosen partners… are now switched.” With a snap of his fingers, the two visitors switched places, with Renard having to quickly shake Ko off his ankle, and Conner’s face planted into El Toro’s belly.
“What?” the fox squeaked, leaping off Renard and rushing over to the Cheshires. “You can’t take me away from my Concon!”
“Now now, Ko--” Zataan began, before the fox leapt up and yanked the purple Cheshire down by his bow tie.
“That is Mr. Winter to you!” Conner’s boyfriend demanded.
“Of course, Mr. Winter,” Theo smiled wide, quietly pushing Zataan to the side. “Now, gentlemen, you have your teams… we’ll give you a few hours to prepare, and then the hunt begins!” With another snap, both Cheshires disappeared in a puff of smoke.
“Well, come on then, mi pequeño amigo!” Without a word from Conner, El Toro scooped him up and slung the raccoon over his shoulder. “We need to get joo pumped up for this!”
Ko watched his boyfriend be carried away before turning to Renard. “So… let me make sure I have this straight. You and my Concon are competing against each other?”
“It… looks that way, yes. But I swear, I had nothing to do with this. I’d never try to rope you or Conner in with people like… them,” Renard canted his head to where the Cheshires had disappeared.
“Oh, no hard feelings Renard! In fact…” the fox developed a smile with rather unnerving similarities to the Cheshires’. “I’ll be sure to help you out… let’s get you all prepared for this hunt.”
Renard should have known what the fox’s sense of “prepared” would be. By the time their break was over before the scavenger hunt, the lolf felt terribly bloated. He had thought that the fox had just fed him two donuts, but two donuts didn’t render his pants uncomfortably tight and his belly stuffed round and taut. He knew the little fox had done something; but all he had heard was a short whistle. There was nothing to be done about it, though, as Zataan apparated into the room.
“Ah! Renard. Hungry, were you?” the Cheshire glanced over to a few empty boxes on a counter. “Seems like you tucked away three dozen… impressive!” He held out a piece of paper. “Your list for the scavenger hunt.”
Renard grumbled as he got up, gingerly holding his sore middle and snatching the list out of the cat’s hand. “Let’s get this over with.”
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Conner was shaking all over, and his arms were wobbling like spaghetti as at long last, he was allowed to lower the barbell. Somehow, Jose had sniffed out a gym in the strange, ethereal stage they were stranded in, and had immediately put Conner to work. The workout was intense and gruelling, but somehow, the raccoon had pulled through. Remarkably, he was already seeing the results on his body. His arms and chest were thicker, and the rest of his body was more toned. It wasn’t a massive transformation, especially compared to the sheer wall of bull looming over him, but it was a very promising start. How he hadn’t been ground down to a fine powder from gruelling exercise was beyond him, but he had to admit, looking down at tensed and toned arms, it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world…
“Bueno, bueno, Conner!” the gargantuan beast that purported to be a bull clapped his hands, but only just; his arms could barely make it across his mammoth chest. “Joo will be big like Jose in no time!”
“You look… a lot bigger than usual, though. What happened?” Conner asked, rubbing his sore arm.
“Oh! Jose was on the show last season, si? He won, naturally,” the bull smirked, tensing his titanic arm until his boulder-sized bicep swelled up until it pushed back his clenched fist.
The raccoon furrowed his brow. “There was a last season? I thought this a new… ‘show.’”
“Already training? How very… ambitious of you, Mr. Coon,” Theo purred, interrupting Conner’s troubling thoughts. Neither the bull nor the raccoon had noticed him as he materialized in the room. “The game’s about to start, my dear man, so here’s your list…” He handed the piece of paper to Conner, and as soon as he looked down at it, Theo disappeared.
“A… magic mirror?” Conner frowned as he looked at the list. “'A magic mirror, cast in gold, An Ace of Hearts to make ‘em fold, a feather of the jubjub bird in flight, and the crown that graces that monarch of white…'”
Jose was looming behind Conner, squinting his eyes down at the list. “Where are we supposed to find all these things?”
“I’m so glad you asked!” Theo’s disembodied voice chortled, and in a flash of light, the gym disappeared. In its place was an obscenely opulent room, with marble walls and high, arched windows granting a commanding view of rose gardens beyond. On either side were long, twisting corridors that curved in on each other, and ultimately seemed to lead to nowhere in particular.
“Dónde estamos?” Jose asked, getting his bearings.
Conner ran a hand through his hair, unbuttoning his shirt a bit to let his pumped chest breathe a little more. “I have no idea… but I think this is where we’re supposed to find everything. Why don’t we start off simple, with… the card? An Ace of Hearts shouldn’t be too hard to find, we just need to get our hands on a deck of cards.”
“An Ace of Hearts, hm…” Jose tried scratching his chin, but his pecs got in the way.
“You don’t have a deck of cards on you, do you?” The raccoon frowned softly as he began to glance around the room, examining the walls. Everything was so stark white it was almost painful to look at. Just outside in the gardens came the sound of footsteps and soft grunting. Conner turned, watching a group of men, or what seemed like men go by. Each was a large card, hands and feet sprouting out from the thick paper body, carrying a pike along with them.
The small parade was interrupted as a mass of black fur and solid muscle caused the window in front of the raccoon to explode outward into the garden as Jose sent himself hurtling out. The gargantuan bull beamed as he lifted up one of the card soldiers, a single heart plastered in red on his body. “Ahhh, it was not so hard to find the first thing!” The card struggled even as Jose hefted him over his shoulder, the other soldiers scampering off into the garden to escape what they assumed was the wrath of some kind of speedo-clad behemoth.
It took a moment for Conner to get his jaw off the ground, pulling it back up as he glanced from the list to the struggling card soldier. “Well, I guess that counts as a technicality. Just...lets try not to go flying through anymore windows. Pretty sure damaging this place isn’t likely to get us any bonus points.” He gingerly pushed at the window, letting the frame swing out before hopping onto the ground below it. “Let’s just look through the garden, maybe we’ll find the bird out here. Then we can head back in for the mirror and crown.”
Jose smirked before jostling the card on his shoulder. “Calm down, senor! We just need joor assistance and then I can put you down.” He let out a deep, bellowing laugh as the pair began to wander through the garden.
Weaving through the maze-like hedges left the pair nearly dazed. Every turn, every corner seemed designed to just send them deeper as the walls made of thick vegetation grew taller and thicker. Among the many hedges there were dozens upon dozens of white roses. The snow-colored petals stood out in stark contrast to the lush greens of the bushes and vines. As the bushes grew taller than even Jose’s horns, the two found themselves moving into a small clearing. At the center stood a large mirror, a full-length sheet of glass set in an ornate, hand-wrought golden frame. The sun reflected off it, casting spots of light across the clearing, vines slithering across the ground toward the mirror.
“What in the...why is there a mirror in the garden? What kind of sense is that even supposed to make? This has to be Wonderland, logic need not apply.” He pinched at the bridge of his nose before moving toward the mirror. However, it seemed his partner had other ideas as Jose pushed past Conner and strode toward the mirror.
The looming bull lifted one powerful arm, curling it slowly before snorting, his bicep heaving upward, grinding into the side of his forearm and shoulder as he smirked at his reflection. “Ooooh, this mirror is muy bueno! Do joo know how hard it is to find a mirror big enough for Jose?” He chuckled, bouncing his pecs slowly, grunting as they pushed up against his chin; he was completely ignoring Conner’s reflection, who was decidedly not impressed at the current time.
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Renard grumbled as he hefted up the solid gold harp he had found inside the castle. The strings rubbed against him arm as he shifted it from one arm to the other. “I don’t see why you wanted me to have the entire cake, the paper said we only needed a single slice. I didn’t even want to have a bite of it as it is!”
The floating fennec beside him scoffed, carrying a slice of cake on a plate, the lily white frosting topped by a single flower design. A fork rested on the plate and a small chunk had been taken out of the slice. “We had to be sure it was the right cake though, the clues were somewhat specific. ‘A cake made for one to grow, a golden harp for music’s flow, the garden’s final rose of red, and finally the crown from Alice’s head.’ I’m not going to have us deviating just because someone wants to be picky.”
“I’m not trying to be picky, but that doesn’t mean that I need to eat something just because you pointed it out!” The hybrid shook his head, trying to ignore how tight his shirt felt over his middle. “Besides, the faster we’re done the faster you can get back to Conner, right?”
Both big ears on Ko’s head flickered before he nodded. “Okay, fair point, let’s get this wrapped up so I can get back to my Concon.” Glancing around the garden he frowned a bit, looking over all the white roses. “I’m getting the feeling that the last red rose isn’t going to be that easy a find.”
“No, why should anything be easy about Wonderland?” Rolling his eyes the lolf began walking into the garden, peeking over bushes and vines, trying to spot any sign of red. The only petals in sight were nothing besides pure white. Renard jumped as a loud screech echoed through the air, and the shadow of a large bird rushed over the garden and out over the castle. “Oh come on, I’m not trying to paint these things.”
“Won’t need to, found it, Ren!” Ko tugged at his sleeve and pulled the larger hybrid toward a large tangle of a rose bush. Sitting at the center, surrounded by thorny vines, was the last red rose in the garden of the White Queen. “Okay, so just go grab it and we can snag the crown.”
“What do you mean ‘go grab it’, I’m not going in there. Why don’t you just float over?” Renard tried to cross his arms, but the large harp made that somewhat of a challenge.
“I can’t! If I drop the cake, then we have to go get another slice. You can’t hold it and the harp, and I’m not putting it on the ground. That’s how you get ants!” The vulpine snorted, shaking his head. “Just...go on in and try not to squirm.”
Renard groaned and rubbed his forehead before setting down the harp. “If you make one pin cushion joke I’m dragging you in here with me.” He took a deep breath and slowly began stepping into the bush. At first the thorns only brushed against him, but after a couple steps several bit into his legs, making the lolf hiss and wince. Still he pushed forward, reaching his arm out, trying to maneuver it over the vines to try and grasp at the flower. His fingers just barely managed to wrap around the stem of the flower before he plucked it. Sadly, he used too much force as it pulled away, sending him stumbling backward. The sound that came from the bush was less of a shout and more of an amalgamation of yelping and swearing. The lolf finally dragged himself from the bush, leaves stuck to his clothing with more than a few scratches over him, holding the rose in his hand. “I really hate roses right now.”
The fox tried to hide a smirk. “Well… you could try looking for the crown, but who knows where that could possibly be? Maybe you should have some cake while you think…”
Renard scoffed. “I know where the crown is.”
Ko blinked, trying to keep a straight poker face. “You do? Where is it, then?”
“It’s going to be in the most obvious place possible. The Cheshires are trying to throw us off; the three items were really out of the way, so the crown, logically, should be too. But because it’s the last item, Theo and Zataan are going to want to make us feel stupid… and the best way to do that is put the crown in plain sight. It’s going to be right where it should be… the throne room.” Renard grinned.
The fox hated that Renard was right. It was an arduous trek to weave their way through the palace’s hallways, and the lolf had to stop every once in awhile to catch his breath, cradling his still-stuffed belly and carrying the harp. But, when they entered the cavernous, light-filled throne room, there it was, in the dead center of the room and sitting on a pedestal. Before Renard could claim his prize, however, there was a deep pounding sound at the opposite end of the throne room. There was a great mass of black fur spilling out of an arch way, and slowly being forced through. Finally, with one great push, El Toro tumbled over his own great weight, and Conner quickly clambered over him.
Ko gasped. “Go, Concon, go!”
There was a mad dash then. After a brief pause, both Renard and Conner rushed for the crown. However, due to being just a bit closer, the lolf was able to snatch the royal jewelled trinket in a moment of victory. “There! That’s it! I got everything.”
Conner frowned slightly, but was about to congratulate Renard… until he noticed that Renard’s already tight shirt was being drawn taut, and actively being pushed up as his belly surged forward.
Jose lumbered forward, and Ko floated closer to see the change; the growth was mercifully short, but still left its doughy mark. The lolf’s middle was a proper belly, now, and all of them knew why this happened. “Oh, God, not again…” Renard grumbled.
Ko burst into laughter, and Conner slowly backed off, trying to hide a relieved smile. “You… you definitely won alright, Renard.”
“You most certainly did, Mr. De Fleureaux!” Theo announced; the Cheshires poofed into existence with their cameras. “There you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen! Our first winner has already claimed his prize… an extra forty five pounds.”
Zataan shoved Theo out of the camera’s sight. “Yes, we’re sure Renard is fat and happy… tune in next week for the an even bigger challenge on Bigger is Better!”
A- Cooking challenge
B- A Game of Chance
C- Prank Challenge
GROWTH DRIVE RULES
-Two characters will be growing for the drive. CONNER the raccoon will gain ONLY MUSCLE, while RENARD the lolf will gain ONLY FAT.
- As with most Growth Drives, things will start out slow, but ramp up as time goes on and donations increase. For the second round, $1 = 2 lbs.
- To donate, follow this link to the Google Docs Form: http://goo.gl/forms/C0dRnPPujt
Your donation can go to one character or the other, or be split between the two however you like.
- Once you fill out the form, you will be directed to a Paypal link where you can then finalize your donation. Be sure you submit the donation in USD WHOLE DOLLAR AMOUNTS ONLY, please.
- The top donor for every round will be contacted the next day and be offered a FREE CAMEO in the following round's picture and story. If you are contacted, please respond with the needed references or descriptions of your character within 36 hours or your cameo will have to be forfeit.
- The top donor for the entire Growth Drive will also be contacted at its conclusion, and be offered a FREE PICTURE AND STORY COMMISSION COMBO of their character with either Renard and Conner, or Theo and Zataan at whatever size/shape they prefer!
- Don't have the funds to donate? No worries! As with prior Growth Drives, you can still FREE-VOTE IN THE COMMENTS SECTION on how the story goes by choosing Conner and Renard's next challenge. The choice with the most votes wins, of course.
- There are also DONATION GOALPOSTS that, if met, will unlock fun extras for the Growth Drive, such as cameos, side-story interviews, and even new outfits! The next donation goal is $250.
- Donations and voting for Round One end Sunday, April 10th, 11:59 PM CST. Donations sent after this time will be submitted for the following round.
- As always, thanks for your support!
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WinterWight“Shall we get right to it, Mr. C?”
“I think we shall, Theo.”
Bright spotlights temporarily blinded Renard and Conner. The stage they had been shanghaied to was extremely bare, and seemed to stretch out into a dark void. Wherever they were, they didn’t see a way out.
Their two captors-turned-hosts were grinning wide as cameras appeared out of the ether and began rolling.
Theo, the sea-green Cheshire, bowed floridly. “Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the first episode of Bigger is Better, I am your charming host, Theodosius Augustus Sebastian Renatus, and with me--”
“--Is your other more charming host, Zataan.” The purple Cheshire bumped his companion out of the spotlight, winking at the cameras.
Theo side-stepped him to retake the spotlight. “Tonight, our two brave champions, Mr. Renard De Fleureaux and Mr. Conner Coon will be embarking on a scavenger hunt for your amusement, dear viewers.”
Zataan huffed, slipping under Theo’s arm to force the other Cheshire back behind him. “Yes, but they won’t be alone! Renard and Conner will be aided by a partner of their choice!”
The two Cheshires turned on their heels simultaneously, producing microphones out of thin air which they immediately pressed up against the lolf and raccoon. “So, gentlemen, who will it be? Whoever you choose must be utterly trusted, but also strong and durable to help you in your quest…”
Renard stared blankly at both Cheshires, still desperately wishing this was all a dream. “Uh… I mean, if I need a partner, I choose… uhm. El Toro?”
Conner blushed, rubbing the back of his head. “I suppose I want… Ko? My boyfriend?”
“Ah! Excellent choices, gentlemen.” Theo smiled wide, and snapped his fingers. El Toro and Ko appeared in a puff of smoke, looking more than a little confused. The heroic bull took up the lion’s share of the stage; he was more massive than usual. Someone had gotten to him, and both Conner and Renard were more than certain one of the technicolor felines had something to do with it. He had an overly thick middle that was beginning to spill over his red posers, and the rest of him had swollen up to monstrous proportions as well; his titanic arms were thicker than steel girders, his chest was like a cliff face and hard enough to bounce a quarter off of, and his legs were thicker than Theo’s waist to help support it all. Conner’s significant other, however, was the exact opposite. The diminutive red fox barely came up to El Toro’s knees, but only by virtue of his large, fennec-like ears. He was dressed far more smartly than the bull, if only because he was wearing clothes to begin with; a nice, button-down shirt with a matching vest and a coat that was slightly too big for him, the tails dragging on the floor behind him.
“Concon!” the fox shouted as soon as he spotted Conner. “What happened to you?! You’re so skinny!” He rushed over, immediately attaching himself to the raccoon’s leg. “I can fit my arms around you! Why?!”
“Ah! Renard, amigo! What happened to joo?” El Toro lumbered over to the lolf, towering over him. As soon as he reached the lolf, he threw his massive arm around Renard in a thick embrace.
“Now, there is one more twist, gentlemen…” Zataan said. “Your chosen partners… are now switched.” With a snap of his fingers, the two visitors switched places, with Renard having to quickly shake Ko off his ankle, and Conner’s face planted into El Toro’s belly.
“What?” the fox squeaked, leaping off Renard and rushing over to the Cheshires. “You can’t take me away from my Concon!”
“Now now, Ko--” Zataan began, before the fox leapt up and yanked the purple Cheshire down by his bow tie.
“That is Mr. Winter to you!” Conner’s boyfriend demanded.
“Of course, Mr. Winter,” Theo smiled wide, quietly pushing Zataan to the side. “Now, gentlemen, you have your teams… we’ll give you a few hours to prepare, and then the hunt begins!” With another snap, both Cheshires disappeared in a puff of smoke.
“Well, come on then, mi pequeño amigo!” Without a word from Conner, El Toro scooped him up and slung the raccoon over his shoulder. “We need to get joo pumped up for this!”
Ko watched his boyfriend be carried away before turning to Renard. “So… let me make sure I have this straight. You and my Concon are competing against each other?”
“It… looks that way, yes. But I swear, I had nothing to do with this. I’d never try to rope you or Conner in with people like… them,” Renard canted his head to where the Cheshires had disappeared.
“Oh, no hard feelings Renard! In fact…” the fox developed a smile with rather unnerving similarities to the Cheshires’. “I’ll be sure to help you out… let’s get you all prepared for this hunt.”
Renard should have known what the fox’s sense of “prepared” would be. By the time their break was over before the scavenger hunt, the lolf felt terribly bloated. He had thought that the fox had just fed him two donuts, but two donuts didn’t render his pants uncomfortably tight and his belly stuffed round and taut. He knew the little fox had done something; but all he had heard was a short whistle. There was nothing to be done about it, though, as Zataan apparated into the room.
“Ah! Renard. Hungry, were you?” the Cheshire glanced over to a few empty boxes on a counter. “Seems like you tucked away three dozen… impressive!” He held out a piece of paper. “Your list for the scavenger hunt.”
Renard grumbled as he got up, gingerly holding his sore middle and snatching the list out of the cat’s hand. “Let’s get this over with.”
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Conner was shaking all over, and his arms were wobbling like spaghetti as at long last, he was allowed to lower the barbell. Somehow, Jose had sniffed out a gym in the strange, ethereal stage they were stranded in, and had immediately put Conner to work. The workout was intense and gruelling, but somehow, the raccoon had pulled through. Remarkably, he was already seeing the results on his body. His arms and chest were thicker, and the rest of his body was more toned. It wasn’t a massive transformation, especially compared to the sheer wall of bull looming over him, but it was a very promising start. How he hadn’t been ground down to a fine powder from gruelling exercise was beyond him, but he had to admit, looking down at tensed and toned arms, it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world…
“Bueno, bueno, Conner!” the gargantuan beast that purported to be a bull clapped his hands, but only just; his arms could barely make it across his mammoth chest. “Joo will be big like Jose in no time!”
“You look… a lot bigger than usual, though. What happened?” Conner asked, rubbing his sore arm.
“Oh! Jose was on the show last season, si? He won, naturally,” the bull smirked, tensing his titanic arm until his boulder-sized bicep swelled up until it pushed back his clenched fist.
The raccoon furrowed his brow. “There was a last season? I thought this a new… ‘show.’”
“Already training? How very… ambitious of you, Mr. Coon,” Theo purred, interrupting Conner’s troubling thoughts. Neither the bull nor the raccoon had noticed him as he materialized in the room. “The game’s about to start, my dear man, so here’s your list…” He handed the piece of paper to Conner, and as soon as he looked down at it, Theo disappeared.
“A… magic mirror?” Conner frowned as he looked at the list. “'A magic mirror, cast in gold, An Ace of Hearts to make ‘em fold, a feather of the jubjub bird in flight, and the crown that graces that monarch of white…'”
Jose was looming behind Conner, squinting his eyes down at the list. “Where are we supposed to find all these things?”
“I’m so glad you asked!” Theo’s disembodied voice chortled, and in a flash of light, the gym disappeared. In its place was an obscenely opulent room, with marble walls and high, arched windows granting a commanding view of rose gardens beyond. On either side were long, twisting corridors that curved in on each other, and ultimately seemed to lead to nowhere in particular.
“Dónde estamos?” Jose asked, getting his bearings.
Conner ran a hand through his hair, unbuttoning his shirt a bit to let his pumped chest breathe a little more. “I have no idea… but I think this is where we’re supposed to find everything. Why don’t we start off simple, with… the card? An Ace of Hearts shouldn’t be too hard to find, we just need to get our hands on a deck of cards.”
“An Ace of Hearts, hm…” Jose tried scratching his chin, but his pecs got in the way.
“You don’t have a deck of cards on you, do you?” The raccoon frowned softly as he began to glance around the room, examining the walls. Everything was so stark white it was almost painful to look at. Just outside in the gardens came the sound of footsteps and soft grunting. Conner turned, watching a group of men, or what seemed like men go by. Each was a large card, hands and feet sprouting out from the thick paper body, carrying a pike along with them.
The small parade was interrupted as a mass of black fur and solid muscle caused the window in front of the raccoon to explode outward into the garden as Jose sent himself hurtling out. The gargantuan bull beamed as he lifted up one of the card soldiers, a single heart plastered in red on his body. “Ahhh, it was not so hard to find the first thing!” The card struggled even as Jose hefted him over his shoulder, the other soldiers scampering off into the garden to escape what they assumed was the wrath of some kind of speedo-clad behemoth.
It took a moment for Conner to get his jaw off the ground, pulling it back up as he glanced from the list to the struggling card soldier. “Well, I guess that counts as a technicality. Just...lets try not to go flying through anymore windows. Pretty sure damaging this place isn’t likely to get us any bonus points.” He gingerly pushed at the window, letting the frame swing out before hopping onto the ground below it. “Let’s just look through the garden, maybe we’ll find the bird out here. Then we can head back in for the mirror and crown.”
Jose smirked before jostling the card on his shoulder. “Calm down, senor! We just need joor assistance and then I can put you down.” He let out a deep, bellowing laugh as the pair began to wander through the garden.
Weaving through the maze-like hedges left the pair nearly dazed. Every turn, every corner seemed designed to just send them deeper as the walls made of thick vegetation grew taller and thicker. Among the many hedges there were dozens upon dozens of white roses. The snow-colored petals stood out in stark contrast to the lush greens of the bushes and vines. As the bushes grew taller than even Jose’s horns, the two found themselves moving into a small clearing. At the center stood a large mirror, a full-length sheet of glass set in an ornate, hand-wrought golden frame. The sun reflected off it, casting spots of light across the clearing, vines slithering across the ground toward the mirror.
“What in the...why is there a mirror in the garden? What kind of sense is that even supposed to make? This has to be Wonderland, logic need not apply.” He pinched at the bridge of his nose before moving toward the mirror. However, it seemed his partner had other ideas as Jose pushed past Conner and strode toward the mirror.
The looming bull lifted one powerful arm, curling it slowly before snorting, his bicep heaving upward, grinding into the side of his forearm and shoulder as he smirked at his reflection. “Ooooh, this mirror is muy bueno! Do joo know how hard it is to find a mirror big enough for Jose?” He chuckled, bouncing his pecs slowly, grunting as they pushed up against his chin; he was completely ignoring Conner’s reflection, who was decidedly not impressed at the current time.
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Renard grumbled as he hefted up the solid gold harp he had found inside the castle. The strings rubbed against him arm as he shifted it from one arm to the other. “I don’t see why you wanted me to have the entire cake, the paper said we only needed a single slice. I didn’t even want to have a bite of it as it is!”
The floating fennec beside him scoffed, carrying a slice of cake on a plate, the lily white frosting topped by a single flower design. A fork rested on the plate and a small chunk had been taken out of the slice. “We had to be sure it was the right cake though, the clues were somewhat specific. ‘A cake made for one to grow, a golden harp for music’s flow, the garden’s final rose of red, and finally the crown from Alice’s head.’ I’m not going to have us deviating just because someone wants to be picky.”
“I’m not trying to be picky, but that doesn’t mean that I need to eat something just because you pointed it out!” The hybrid shook his head, trying to ignore how tight his shirt felt over his middle. “Besides, the faster we’re done the faster you can get back to Conner, right?”
Both big ears on Ko’s head flickered before he nodded. “Okay, fair point, let’s get this wrapped up so I can get back to my Concon.” Glancing around the garden he frowned a bit, looking over all the white roses. “I’m getting the feeling that the last red rose isn’t going to be that easy a find.”
“No, why should anything be easy about Wonderland?” Rolling his eyes the lolf began walking into the garden, peeking over bushes and vines, trying to spot any sign of red. The only petals in sight were nothing besides pure white. Renard jumped as a loud screech echoed through the air, and the shadow of a large bird rushed over the garden and out over the castle. “Oh come on, I’m not trying to paint these things.”
“Won’t need to, found it, Ren!” Ko tugged at his sleeve and pulled the larger hybrid toward a large tangle of a rose bush. Sitting at the center, surrounded by thorny vines, was the last red rose in the garden of the White Queen. “Okay, so just go grab it and we can snag the crown.”
“What do you mean ‘go grab it’, I’m not going in there. Why don’t you just float over?” Renard tried to cross his arms, but the large harp made that somewhat of a challenge.
“I can’t! If I drop the cake, then we have to go get another slice. You can’t hold it and the harp, and I’m not putting it on the ground. That’s how you get ants!” The vulpine snorted, shaking his head. “Just...go on in and try not to squirm.”
Renard groaned and rubbed his forehead before setting down the harp. “If you make one pin cushion joke I’m dragging you in here with me.” He took a deep breath and slowly began stepping into the bush. At first the thorns only brushed against him, but after a couple steps several bit into his legs, making the lolf hiss and wince. Still he pushed forward, reaching his arm out, trying to maneuver it over the vines to try and grasp at the flower. His fingers just barely managed to wrap around the stem of the flower before he plucked it. Sadly, he used too much force as it pulled away, sending him stumbling backward. The sound that came from the bush was less of a shout and more of an amalgamation of yelping and swearing. The lolf finally dragged himself from the bush, leaves stuck to his clothing with more than a few scratches over him, holding the rose in his hand. “I really hate roses right now.”
The fox tried to hide a smirk. “Well… you could try looking for the crown, but who knows where that could possibly be? Maybe you should have some cake while you think…”
Renard scoffed. “I know where the crown is.”
Ko blinked, trying to keep a straight poker face. “You do? Where is it, then?”
“It’s going to be in the most obvious place possible. The Cheshires are trying to throw us off; the three items were really out of the way, so the crown, logically, should be too. But because it’s the last item, Theo and Zataan are going to want to make us feel stupid… and the best way to do that is put the crown in plain sight. It’s going to be right where it should be… the throne room.” Renard grinned.
The fox hated that Renard was right. It was an arduous trek to weave their way through the palace’s hallways, and the lolf had to stop every once in awhile to catch his breath, cradling his still-stuffed belly and carrying the harp. But, when they entered the cavernous, light-filled throne room, there it was, in the dead center of the room and sitting on a pedestal. Before Renard could claim his prize, however, there was a deep pounding sound at the opposite end of the throne room. There was a great mass of black fur spilling out of an arch way, and slowly being forced through. Finally, with one great push, El Toro tumbled over his own great weight, and Conner quickly clambered over him.
Ko gasped. “Go, Concon, go!”
There was a mad dash then. After a brief pause, both Renard and Conner rushed for the crown. However, due to being just a bit closer, the lolf was able to snatch the royal jewelled trinket in a moment of victory. “There! That’s it! I got everything.”
Conner frowned slightly, but was about to congratulate Renard… until he noticed that Renard’s already tight shirt was being drawn taut, and actively being pushed up as his belly surged forward.
Jose lumbered forward, and Ko floated closer to see the change; the growth was mercifully short, but still left its doughy mark. The lolf’s middle was a proper belly, now, and all of them knew why this happened. “Oh, God, not again…” Renard grumbled.
Ko burst into laughter, and Conner slowly backed off, trying to hide a relieved smile. “You… you definitely won alright, Renard.”
“You most certainly did, Mr. De Fleureaux!” Theo announced; the Cheshires poofed into existence with their cameras. “There you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen! Our first winner has already claimed his prize… an extra forty five pounds.”
Zataan shoved Theo out of the camera’s sight. “Yes, we’re sure Renard is fat and happy… tune in next week for the an even bigger challenge on Bigger is Better!”
What will the next challenge Renard and Conner have to endure?A- Cooking challenge
B- A Game of Chance
C- Prank Challenge
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