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Let's keep the fun going. Every shark sorceress needs her huge, hunky husband, yes?
Height: 22’ ~ 25’ (6.7m ~ 7.6m)
Age: Medieval (looks around late 40s)
Abilities: Magic absorption
Occupation: Bandit (formerly); Guitarist of City Thrasher (currently)
Appearance
Shark fills the sky. They said he wouldn’t be this big, the other villages, but the crazed and wild-eyed tales of the survivors never quite added up to you. One said he’s as big as a house; another, no, he’s taller than their lookout post; yet another, taller still. But you know the truth. Lucas the Wicked is here, and he touches the clouds. The hills and valleys of his sculpted stomach pale to the silver mountain of chest that puts the rolling green mounds surrounding your once quiet hamlet to shame. Rippling arms, rugged slabs, look ready to rip the earth from its very roots, and what little fabric he wears hugs the bulging legs they struggle to contain. The same fabric sings to whistling wind, the downward descent of flesh. The lofty tree standing vigil at the edge of your village for as long as anyone can remember, barely scrapes one of his knees. It joins the soil when his foot slams down upon it. Now, he sees you small things from on high, you scurrying, screaming spots, less than nothing to him. His nicked fin sways like a cat’s, predatory and fearless as it cleaves soil and tree with one languid stroke. One more step, the smallest thing to us all, will end you, and all you have ever known. One vast foot, broad and silver-soled, is all he needs. But obliteration is not what the titan seeks. His smallest toe, a massive pale boulder, rises and smothers the roof of a flimsy home instead. Of all the miserable hovels in this dump, he chose yours. And he knows it; he sees you, the insect, shudder. Sky widens, the pink of his gums lost to the butcher blades steadily filling his impossibly large mouth. Eye-spanning toes grind earth, the smallest of his meat brushes against your walls, the gentlest prod cracking the roof of your home with ease. Flesh splintering wood. You hear his deal. How could you not? It cracks the air like thunder, crashes into your bones like a flood from a burst dam. It is the same deal he has given to so many villages before yours, the same deal he will give to so many more after yours. “Gold or sole – the choice is yours.”
History
This looming giant wasn’t always the ever-swelling shadow over the medieval countryside crunching your flimsy hovel beneath his little toe. Believe it or not, Lucas was once your everyday bandit, a low-level vagrant with his very own toll bridge, no taller than you or I – unless you are massive and must squint to read these incredibly tiny words. Should you be especially puny and must have this read to you, my condolences: needing assistance from the very beings you are in danger being crushed by or lost in the crevices of can’t be easy.
Indeed, any aspiring adventurer could have dispatched this thug with ease, but heroes then had no time to save the poor and defenseless, who had nothing shiny to offer them in return. So he was free to lighten the pockets of anyone foolish enough to cross his bridge. Until one day, when he pissed off a wizard. Instead of being blown to smithereens like they both expected, the shark blew up in size. Being roasted alive and getting stronger with each desperate spell cast by the bewildered wizard was an eye-opening and absurdly pleasurable experience for him. Less so for the doomed wizard. Lucas hunted for more mages to unwittingly feed him the size and strength he never knew he craved, snuffing their lives afterward so none would reveal his little secret. In time, he realized his simple bridge was beneath him, literally and figuratively – he needed a higher calling.
He raided villages and settlements, using his imposing stature as leverage to deprive them of food and riches. Those that swiftly complied with his threats lived to see another day. Only foot shaped craters and splintered wood remained of those that resisted, their scattered populace regarded as raving and spitting maniacs screaming of the menacing giant. The boldness of his pillaging only grew with his size and ego: once content with marauding sleepy hamlets on the fringes of the realms, he encroached upon territories that once thought themselves safe, stepping up his attacks and stepping on many more villages, until one day he stumbled upon an ancient castle, abandoned and fit for a titan. Within its dark halls he skulked, luring casters of all stripes to their doom with the unwitting aid of a nearby hamlet. He feasted on the strength of helpless adventurers and picked through their corpses for his easily-earned spoils, using their gold, gems, and items of power to lure more spell slingers into his gluttonous grasp, all failing to slay Lucas the Wicked. To what end will remain unknown, for Vivian, a lone sorceress, at last brought down the tyrant with the power of love. And giant breasts.
He’ll tell you it was her idea afterward to ‘save’ future settlements from the large, handsome, and very sensual half-naked shark in exchange for her services to ‘slay’ him, a deed both were eager to indulge. It was the best idea she ever had. But the good times wouldn’t last forever: swords and sorcery were out, steam and steelworks were in. The pair had to adapt and overcome. He became Vivian’s assistant in her many odd jobs: fortune teller, traveling magician, entertainer, and more, until she found them a more permanent place to settle down. While Lucas may no longer be the tyrant of the middle ages, he remains as he always has to Vivian, larger than life.
Abilities
Lucas is a living sponge capable of absorbing any spell and incantation used against him. Many mages have made the fatal blunder of trying to roast the brigand alive with fire or electricity, or have attempted to freeze him in his tracks before he can strike, only for them to steadily crane their necks upward, their mouths slack-jawed as the shark rose over them, bloating with the magic he soaked up. Weaker spells are harmlessly absorbed and have little effect on his swelling, while more potent magic can cause him discomfort, and even pain. But whatever damage it could have inflicted is healed as flesh mends and feet upon feet pile on top of themselves, the region struck receiving the bulk of growth. Even though the effects dissipate over time, there is no apparent limit on how much he can take in at once, a limit Lucas and Vivian are eager to discover.
One must wonder how many mages, wizards, and witches met their end trying to slay him during those feudal days, not realizing his ‘weakness’. They could hardly be blamed. He was very thorough in removing any witnesses, so word of his ravenous appetite never spread. His strength was even spun into a weakness by his very pen and the rumor mill his letters fed. The sorceress who got away isn’t telling anyone the truth any time soon.
Personality
From scoundrel to scourge of the realms, dominance followed his rise to infamy. With power came arrogance, and a callous disregard for a world that seemed to get a little smaller every day. Villages were targets to be stripped of wealth, their people playthings to be toyed with and crushed under heel if they resisted him. Mages met a far worse fate, for he took great interest in goading them into gorging him with strength until they were drained dry and killed, or until he grew bored of them and killed them. But the wicked one was not without mercy. Any village that obeyed him was spared – one even played a key role in his scheme to lure doomed adventurers into his clutches, albeit unwittingly.
His domineering attitude may have mellowed into something more easygoing over the centuries, thanks in no small part to Vivian’s bottomless love and affection, but old habits die hard. Creatures big and small call their city home – anything smaller than him tugs on his old urge to dominate, hard enough for a size-hungry apex predator to control, though he does well to resist the desire to smother weaklings and take their money. Puny readers, beware. Flickers of his ancient cunning still burn beneath the surface; he knew better than to flaunt his power back then, and does well to keep the truth a secret even today, although he may deign to indulge trustworthy and insatiably curious mages living in the city. Disappearing people may be frowned upon in today’s enlightened society, but he knows other ways to keep them silent. His lust for gold and growth may have taken a backseat to a peaceful family life, but assertive streaks rear their ugly head now and then. Even though they playfully bicker over who truly wears the pants in the family, his beloved keeps him in check.
Hobbies and Interests
One skill he picked up over the centuries is the playing of instruments, the stringed variety in particular. Before his fateful encounter with the wizard, he looted a lute and clumsily plucked its strings with assistance from the bard he stole it from at knifepoint. He plucked chords out of boredom from then on, attempting to play the popular ditties of his day whenever he wasn’t titan-sized. Later, he strummed simple melodies of his own making to assist his wife’s money-making schemes, or to serenade her. After indulging in so much wanton destruction, he never knew he had the knack for any creative endeavors, but centuries of persistence have paid off: he now makes his living as a guitarist for City Thrasher, a small-time punk band of fellow size-shifters all looking to make it big in the business. This sees him away from home on road tours now and then, but he makes sure to bring home some souvenirs for the family.
But when he is in town, family is how he keeps himself busy. Weightlifting at the gym with his daughter or helping his son with his work are two ways he happily spends his free time. On pleasant summer days, they all go to the beach to relax and enjoy themselves, a family outing that attracts massive swarms of people. Practically the entire city goes there on the same day, for reasons he simply can’t fathom. Otherwise, he loves staying at home and being intimate with Vivian, or accompanying her on her errands now and then. On days they’re feeling especially romantic, they have a night on – often over – the town with a nice dinner and entertainment, or a weekend getaway to a far-off region, courtesy of Vivian’s magic.
Relations
When he first laid eyes on Vivian, he saw the buxom sorceress as prey. Larger and prettier than any of his broken playthings, but prey that would break all the same. She would have met her end like countless others were it not for her loss of control and her unbridled lust for the large, strong, and devilishly handsome shark trying to crush her like a grape. Love won him over, the realms were saved, and they’ve been inseparable ever since. Giant boobs helped.
His love for her burns as brightly as it did the day they met. With the children grown up and out of the house, he makes an effort to take her out on romantic outings once a week to rekindle that old flame, from lavish weekend getaways to foreign lands, to candlelight dinners and entertainment, or the humble and very intimate movie night. He enjoys cooking, and cooking for her, on the nights they do stay at home, even though her conjured treats spoil her appetite and she wrinkles her snout at his healthy rabbit food. He invites her to join him so he can help her make whatever she wants to eat. She has yet to take up his offer.
Occasionally, he has the privilege of joining Vivian in her private study, where he becomes her eager guinea pig who takes the brunt of her more experimental magic. He sees little Jenna skittering for the corners of her chambers whenever she isn’t struggling to stay afloat in his wife’s cleavage. Sybil stomping after her is usually the cause of her constant running. While he is cordial to Vivian’s pupil, and is respectful of the sorceress’ ‘property’, he must resist the temptation to join the serpent in smushing the pitiful tigress.
Just as Lucas goes on tour, so too does Vivian leave home for work. He sometimes tempts Tech into feeding him whenever she’s unavailable, under the genuine pretext of asking his son to demonstrate something his mother had taught him. He hardly understands a word, but he nods along and asks questions to keep his son encouraged while his swollen mass steadily crowds his room or wherever else they happen to be. For all his years of mage hunting, Lucas has little idea how magic actually works; just listening to Tech or Vivian explain it to him makes his poor head spin. He doesn’t share much in common with his beloved’s favored pet, but he does what he can to help their son. Sating his arcane appetite at the same time is a pleasant bonus.
But it’s Cait he readily bonds with. Their love of physical activity keeps him fit, and keeps his daughter challenged and highly motivated. At the gym they maintain a friendly and competitive rivalry; Cait is determined to have a body like her father’s rugged physique, and she pushes him for one more rep or more weight on his bar – he in turn, offers her worthy competition and friendly ribbing. When they aren’t lifting, she takes him around the city to show him all the things he missed with the passage of time. Pizza is one of his favorite things. Cait is in the market for a boyfriend, and not having much luck. Lucas feels it’s his fatherly duty to dispense helpful dating advice, despite it being woefully outdated and along the lines of pillaging men like villages, claiming boyfriends and husbands as trophies to be taken home under her arms. For better or worse, her aggressive side is all too eager to act on his advice, and the same aggression tugs all too hard on his old urges. Woe to you and I, dear reader, if he ever slips back into his old habits.
On and off the stage, he gets along with his fellow bandmates and their manager, Paine. He respects the skink as a leader and a fellow musician, even if the two butt heads now and then over which way to steer the group. City Thrasher is her band and her life, but he gets it in his head to think up ways to get them more gigs, more eyes and ears on them and their music. But she’s got her own plans for success, and their assertive personalities won’t let either of them back down that easily. In the end, though, Paine’s the boss, and just like with Vivian, whatever the boss wants, the boss gets. The pair are a formidable duo on the stage, her a demon on vocals and keyboard and his dashing good looks and wicked shredding skills draw a wild crowd. He’s a welcome addition to her merry little band of punks and Paine returns the favor by letting his daughter Cait in on the fun via a front row seat to the action and backstage access, all a starstruck daughter could ever ask for.
If you made it this far, congrats. I hope you've enjoyed this little peek into his life!
Lucas appears in: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/23434158/
Art done by
Bayte / Bayte on Twitter
Sybil is
sybilthesnake / SizeSnake on Twitter
Tech is
technic
Lucas and the rest belong to me.
Height: 22’ ~ 25’ (6.7m ~ 7.6m)
Age: Medieval (looks around late 40s)
Abilities: Magic absorption
Occupation: Bandit (formerly); Guitarist of City Thrasher (currently)
Appearance
Shark fills the sky. They said he wouldn’t be this big, the other villages, but the crazed and wild-eyed tales of the survivors never quite added up to you. One said he’s as big as a house; another, no, he’s taller than their lookout post; yet another, taller still. But you know the truth. Lucas the Wicked is here, and he touches the clouds. The hills and valleys of his sculpted stomach pale to the silver mountain of chest that puts the rolling green mounds surrounding your once quiet hamlet to shame. Rippling arms, rugged slabs, look ready to rip the earth from its very roots, and what little fabric he wears hugs the bulging legs they struggle to contain. The same fabric sings to whistling wind, the downward descent of flesh. The lofty tree standing vigil at the edge of your village for as long as anyone can remember, barely scrapes one of his knees. It joins the soil when his foot slams down upon it. Now, he sees you small things from on high, you scurrying, screaming spots, less than nothing to him. His nicked fin sways like a cat’s, predatory and fearless as it cleaves soil and tree with one languid stroke. One more step, the smallest thing to us all, will end you, and all you have ever known. One vast foot, broad and silver-soled, is all he needs. But obliteration is not what the titan seeks. His smallest toe, a massive pale boulder, rises and smothers the roof of a flimsy home instead. Of all the miserable hovels in this dump, he chose yours. And he knows it; he sees you, the insect, shudder. Sky widens, the pink of his gums lost to the butcher blades steadily filling his impossibly large mouth. Eye-spanning toes grind earth, the smallest of his meat brushes against your walls, the gentlest prod cracking the roof of your home with ease. Flesh splintering wood. You hear his deal. How could you not? It cracks the air like thunder, crashes into your bones like a flood from a burst dam. It is the same deal he has given to so many villages before yours, the same deal he will give to so many more after yours. “Gold or sole – the choice is yours.”
History
This looming giant wasn’t always the ever-swelling shadow over the medieval countryside crunching your flimsy hovel beneath his little toe. Believe it or not, Lucas was once your everyday bandit, a low-level vagrant with his very own toll bridge, no taller than you or I – unless you are massive and must squint to read these incredibly tiny words. Should you be especially puny and must have this read to you, my condolences: needing assistance from the very beings you are in danger being crushed by or lost in the crevices of can’t be easy.
Indeed, any aspiring adventurer could have dispatched this thug with ease, but heroes then had no time to save the poor and defenseless, who had nothing shiny to offer them in return. So he was free to lighten the pockets of anyone foolish enough to cross his bridge. Until one day, when he pissed off a wizard. Instead of being blown to smithereens like they both expected, the shark blew up in size. Being roasted alive and getting stronger with each desperate spell cast by the bewildered wizard was an eye-opening and absurdly pleasurable experience for him. Less so for the doomed wizard. Lucas hunted for more mages to unwittingly feed him the size and strength he never knew he craved, snuffing their lives afterward so none would reveal his little secret. In time, he realized his simple bridge was beneath him, literally and figuratively – he needed a higher calling.
He raided villages and settlements, using his imposing stature as leverage to deprive them of food and riches. Those that swiftly complied with his threats lived to see another day. Only foot shaped craters and splintered wood remained of those that resisted, their scattered populace regarded as raving and spitting maniacs screaming of the menacing giant. The boldness of his pillaging only grew with his size and ego: once content with marauding sleepy hamlets on the fringes of the realms, he encroached upon territories that once thought themselves safe, stepping up his attacks and stepping on many more villages, until one day he stumbled upon an ancient castle, abandoned and fit for a titan. Within its dark halls he skulked, luring casters of all stripes to their doom with the unwitting aid of a nearby hamlet. He feasted on the strength of helpless adventurers and picked through their corpses for his easily-earned spoils, using their gold, gems, and items of power to lure more spell slingers into his gluttonous grasp, all failing to slay Lucas the Wicked. To what end will remain unknown, for Vivian, a lone sorceress, at last brought down the tyrant with the power of love. And giant breasts.
He’ll tell you it was her idea afterward to ‘save’ future settlements from the large, handsome, and very sensual half-naked shark in exchange for her services to ‘slay’ him, a deed both were eager to indulge. It was the best idea she ever had. But the good times wouldn’t last forever: swords and sorcery were out, steam and steelworks were in. The pair had to adapt and overcome. He became Vivian’s assistant in her many odd jobs: fortune teller, traveling magician, entertainer, and more, until she found them a more permanent place to settle down. While Lucas may no longer be the tyrant of the middle ages, he remains as he always has to Vivian, larger than life.
Abilities
Lucas is a living sponge capable of absorbing any spell and incantation used against him. Many mages have made the fatal blunder of trying to roast the brigand alive with fire or electricity, or have attempted to freeze him in his tracks before he can strike, only for them to steadily crane their necks upward, their mouths slack-jawed as the shark rose over them, bloating with the magic he soaked up. Weaker spells are harmlessly absorbed and have little effect on his swelling, while more potent magic can cause him discomfort, and even pain. But whatever damage it could have inflicted is healed as flesh mends and feet upon feet pile on top of themselves, the region struck receiving the bulk of growth. Even though the effects dissipate over time, there is no apparent limit on how much he can take in at once, a limit Lucas and Vivian are eager to discover.
One must wonder how many mages, wizards, and witches met their end trying to slay him during those feudal days, not realizing his ‘weakness’. They could hardly be blamed. He was very thorough in removing any witnesses, so word of his ravenous appetite never spread. His strength was even spun into a weakness by his very pen and the rumor mill his letters fed. The sorceress who got away isn’t telling anyone the truth any time soon.
Personality
From scoundrel to scourge of the realms, dominance followed his rise to infamy. With power came arrogance, and a callous disregard for a world that seemed to get a little smaller every day. Villages were targets to be stripped of wealth, their people playthings to be toyed with and crushed under heel if they resisted him. Mages met a far worse fate, for he took great interest in goading them into gorging him with strength until they were drained dry and killed, or until he grew bored of them and killed them. But the wicked one was not without mercy. Any village that obeyed him was spared – one even played a key role in his scheme to lure doomed adventurers into his clutches, albeit unwittingly.
His domineering attitude may have mellowed into something more easygoing over the centuries, thanks in no small part to Vivian’s bottomless love and affection, but old habits die hard. Creatures big and small call their city home – anything smaller than him tugs on his old urge to dominate, hard enough for a size-hungry apex predator to control, though he does well to resist the desire to smother weaklings and take their money. Puny readers, beware. Flickers of his ancient cunning still burn beneath the surface; he knew better than to flaunt his power back then, and does well to keep the truth a secret even today, although he may deign to indulge trustworthy and insatiably curious mages living in the city. Disappearing people may be frowned upon in today’s enlightened society, but he knows other ways to keep them silent. His lust for gold and growth may have taken a backseat to a peaceful family life, but assertive streaks rear their ugly head now and then. Even though they playfully bicker over who truly wears the pants in the family, his beloved keeps him in check.
Hobbies and Interests
One skill he picked up over the centuries is the playing of instruments, the stringed variety in particular. Before his fateful encounter with the wizard, he looted a lute and clumsily plucked its strings with assistance from the bard he stole it from at knifepoint. He plucked chords out of boredom from then on, attempting to play the popular ditties of his day whenever he wasn’t titan-sized. Later, he strummed simple melodies of his own making to assist his wife’s money-making schemes, or to serenade her. After indulging in so much wanton destruction, he never knew he had the knack for any creative endeavors, but centuries of persistence have paid off: he now makes his living as a guitarist for City Thrasher, a small-time punk band of fellow size-shifters all looking to make it big in the business. This sees him away from home on road tours now and then, but he makes sure to bring home some souvenirs for the family.
But when he is in town, family is how he keeps himself busy. Weightlifting at the gym with his daughter or helping his son with his work are two ways he happily spends his free time. On pleasant summer days, they all go to the beach to relax and enjoy themselves, a family outing that attracts massive swarms of people. Practically the entire city goes there on the same day, for reasons he simply can’t fathom. Otherwise, he loves staying at home and being intimate with Vivian, or accompanying her on her errands now and then. On days they’re feeling especially romantic, they have a night on – often over – the town with a nice dinner and entertainment, or a weekend getaway to a far-off region, courtesy of Vivian’s magic.
Relations
When he first laid eyes on Vivian, he saw the buxom sorceress as prey. Larger and prettier than any of his broken playthings, but prey that would break all the same. She would have met her end like countless others were it not for her loss of control and her unbridled lust for the large, strong, and devilishly handsome shark trying to crush her like a grape. Love won him over, the realms were saved, and they’ve been inseparable ever since. Giant boobs helped.
His love for her burns as brightly as it did the day they met. With the children grown up and out of the house, he makes an effort to take her out on romantic outings once a week to rekindle that old flame, from lavish weekend getaways to foreign lands, to candlelight dinners and entertainment, or the humble and very intimate movie night. He enjoys cooking, and cooking for her, on the nights they do stay at home, even though her conjured treats spoil her appetite and she wrinkles her snout at his healthy rabbit food. He invites her to join him so he can help her make whatever she wants to eat. She has yet to take up his offer.
Occasionally, he has the privilege of joining Vivian in her private study, where he becomes her eager guinea pig who takes the brunt of her more experimental magic. He sees little Jenna skittering for the corners of her chambers whenever she isn’t struggling to stay afloat in his wife’s cleavage. Sybil stomping after her is usually the cause of her constant running. While he is cordial to Vivian’s pupil, and is respectful of the sorceress’ ‘property’, he must resist the temptation to join the serpent in smushing the pitiful tigress.
Just as Lucas goes on tour, so too does Vivian leave home for work. He sometimes tempts Tech into feeding him whenever she’s unavailable, under the genuine pretext of asking his son to demonstrate something his mother had taught him. He hardly understands a word, but he nods along and asks questions to keep his son encouraged while his swollen mass steadily crowds his room or wherever else they happen to be. For all his years of mage hunting, Lucas has little idea how magic actually works; just listening to Tech or Vivian explain it to him makes his poor head spin. He doesn’t share much in common with his beloved’s favored pet, but he does what he can to help their son. Sating his arcane appetite at the same time is a pleasant bonus.
But it’s Cait he readily bonds with. Their love of physical activity keeps him fit, and keeps his daughter challenged and highly motivated. At the gym they maintain a friendly and competitive rivalry; Cait is determined to have a body like her father’s rugged physique, and she pushes him for one more rep or more weight on his bar – he in turn, offers her worthy competition and friendly ribbing. When they aren’t lifting, she takes him around the city to show him all the things he missed with the passage of time. Pizza is one of his favorite things. Cait is in the market for a boyfriend, and not having much luck. Lucas feels it’s his fatherly duty to dispense helpful dating advice, despite it being woefully outdated and along the lines of pillaging men like villages, claiming boyfriends and husbands as trophies to be taken home under her arms. For better or worse, her aggressive side is all too eager to act on his advice, and the same aggression tugs all too hard on his old urges. Woe to you and I, dear reader, if he ever slips back into his old habits.
On and off the stage, he gets along with his fellow bandmates and their manager, Paine. He respects the skink as a leader and a fellow musician, even if the two butt heads now and then over which way to steer the group. City Thrasher is her band and her life, but he gets it in his head to think up ways to get them more gigs, more eyes and ears on them and their music. But she’s got her own plans for success, and their assertive personalities won’t let either of them back down that easily. In the end, though, Paine’s the boss, and just like with Vivian, whatever the boss wants, the boss gets. The pair are a formidable duo on the stage, her a demon on vocals and keyboard and his dashing good looks and wicked shredding skills draw a wild crowd. He’s a welcome addition to her merry little band of punks and Paine returns the favor by letting his daughter Cait in on the fun via a front row seat to the action and backstage access, all a starstruck daughter could ever ask for.
If you made it this far, congrats. I hope you've enjoyed this little peek into his life!
Lucas appears in: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/23434158/
Art done by
Bayte / Bayte on TwitterSybil is
sybilthesnake / SizeSnake on TwitterTech is
technicLucas and the rest belong to me.
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Shark
Size 1143 x 1280px
File Size 217.2 kB
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