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Been streaming here and there as of late and scribbling up more stories! Here they be.
For:
gatrzilla
Title: Overworld Overflow
“I should have known better,” Morgan sighed. Her eyes swiveled up towards the top of the screen as furrows formed along her brow.
“I mean... it sounded like a good idea at the time,” Krig offered with a shrug. The Feraligatr, axe slung over his back and clad in light armor, flashed a nervous but toothy smile.
Lips scrunched, Morgan reached up and flicked a finger against her HEALTH bar. It, and its overinflated numbers, refused to budge. While, on paper, the thought of keeping the party's lone healer overstocked, overstuffed, and overhealed with regards to vitality seemed like a surefire way to succeed...
Inhaling through clenched teeth, Krig gently pat at Morgan's now eye-level ankle. Straps of leather, what were once the White Mage's boots, still dangled from between her toes. Her cloak, once flowing and airy, dangled from her shoulders in tatters.
Before them lie a defeated gaggle of golems. Or, specifically, a golem lined crater. What should have been a challenging encounter, one that ideally reduced Morgan's exorbitant HEALTH bar and therefore her size, proved anything but.
“Still can't believe my luck,” the raccoon huffed with puffed out cheeks. Stumbling into the encounter, quite literally, she delivered a pre-emptive and wholly unintended ATTACK. The golems crumpled beneath Morgan's broad soles, compounded to rubble between the faintest wrinkles that lined her padded soles, in an instant. To her dismay the flood of EXP only exacerbated the problem as her HEALTH subsequently increased and, because of course it did, so did her size.
“Where did we buy that potion again?” she mumbled aloud as she dropped to her knees. Leaning forward, she offered the Warrior an upturned palm.
Swallowing hard, Krig kept his eyes turned downward lest his gaze be lost in her cavernous and all consuming cleavage. “That was Vidna, right? Due west?” The blue scaled reptile's cheeks flared crimson as he comfortably settled into his humongous healer's palm.
Cupping Krig against her neck, Morgan made sure to afford the not so wumbo Warrior an opportunity to cling tight before setting off. “You don't think this will persist on the World Map do you?” Self consciously rubbing at an arm, the very wumbo White Mage gestured at the prodigious and slowly swelling paw prints left in her wake.
“N-no. Of course not,” Krig blushed as his eyes swiveled towards the top-right corner of the screen. After all, the World Map was far too zoomed out to capture such fine details. The Mini Map on the other hand...
The Feraligatr coughed into his fist as cracks and fissures, imprinting and molding into the outline of Morgan's paw prints, came to pock the Mini Map. With every swing of her step its rectangular form rattled while pixels popped free. He hoped, he prayed, that it held up long enough to guide them back from whence they came.
“Oh that's right. I had. Kind of. Sort of. Forgotten about this,” Krig uneasily laughed as he gazed upon a fog covered bridge. The Nivora Bridge, at that. Spanning the gap of the Nivora Ravine, the lone means of entry into and out of Vidna for those who had yet to unlock Quick Travel, the stalwart stone structure was all that stood between them and a proper fix.
Arms tucked against her chest, Morgan gingerly made her way out of the Bitron Forest. Her shoulders, level with the tops of the pines that pocked the map, roughly brushed against them. Even for all her caution she had felled more than a fair few along their travels.
BWOOMP
Biting down into her lip, the White Mage winced as she unintentionally accrued even more EXP with the felling of yet another. Warily twiddling her toes, the raccoon panicking at the realization that thrumming of her digits registered as a cast of the Quake spell, she swallowed hard and tentatively approached the Nivora Bridge.
“You think we should risk it?” she asked.
“We make it or we don't,” her Warrior offered with a shrug. “T-think of it this way! If it gives out at least that'll knock a couple digits off your health bar. Right?”
“Ever the optimist,” Morgan said with a shake of her head. Nostrils flared and tail flitting behind her... Morgan stepped forward.
THOOM
Pebbles and masonry exploded up through the gaps between Morgan's toes as the Bridge of Nivora wailed at the load it was being asked to bear.
Freezing in place, Krig latching on to her neck with a death grip, the duo watched and waited. The disconcerting creaks and groans continued to echo around them, warped and distorted among the fog, yet the structure remained standing. With a solemn nod Morgan shuffled onward.
THOOOOOM
Blood running cold, the raccoon and Feraligatr felt their hearts catch in their throats as the bridge sank some inches beneath them. The ancient concrete, super heated by the friction of Morgan's footfalls, liquified and molded perfectly to the imprint of her sole before hardening back into solid stone.
Step by step. Inch by inch. For all the abuse she put the Bridge of Nivora through... it held.
“Phew!” Morgan exclaimed in relief as she emptied out onto the other side. “That could have turned out a lot worse! Looking back on it... I don't think anyone will notice all that much, do you?” As she said as such a convenient billow of fog swallowed the bridge and all evidence of her passage.
Krig dutifully nodded along. Gaze tossed back over his shoulder... he didn't have the heart to tell her how profound her presence well and truly was. N-no matter! The Bridge of Nivora remained intact and that was all that mattered, right?
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Humming to herself, and in relatively good spirits, Morgan sauntered forward as the town of Vidna slowly loaded into view on the horizon. “So. I was thinking. As soon as get this whole matter put behind us I was thinking that-”
Trailing off, Morgan urfed as her body began to violently rumble.
“Hmm? Morgan? Something wrong?”
BWOOOMP
Billowing out and up, Morgan's eyes went wide as her heaving bust and ample everything surged forward as an unexpected LEVEL UP assailed her. “W-what? How? We've explicitly been avoiding encounters!”
Krig's gaze drifted down towards the menu at the bottom of the screen, where battles won and lost were logged, and swallowed nervously. The paw prints left behind on the Bridge of Nivora were mighty deep. T-then given the deluge of fog that constantly shrouds that place it wouldn't be... unreasonable to assume that a poor passerby here and there might accidentally tumble into-
MORGAN DEFEATED MERCHANT WITH PITFALL!
BWOOMP
MORGAN DEFEATED MERCENARY WITH PITFALL!
BWOOMP
“This won't end well,” Krig warily mumbled to himself as his perch upon Morgan's shoulder slowly rose into the clouds.
MORGAN DEFEATED-
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For:
balina
Title: Candy & Carey
Hands shoved into her pockets, Dahlia regarded the emptied grocery store shelves with some measure of grudging respect. Hallow's Eve had come and gone not even a day ago and already the gears of capitalism, ruthless and uncaring, had blasted away every last trace of it from Placedale's public consciousness. That charming orange and black décor? The spooks and skeletons and spiders sprinkled across every aisle? The mountains of candy that tempted every passerby to ascend their caramelized and nougaty peaks? Gone.
In their place, in their absence, a dread and terrible power saw fit to fill the void. Dahlia could hear it over the speakers. The white noise that carried whispers and warnings of what was to come. Of how Mariah Carey was dethawing, defrosting, this very moment and the instant she broke free from her statis she would descend upon them all with sound and a frustratingly catchy fury. Dahlia clenched her fists. This year... this year would be different.
Shaking her horned head, Dahlia shuffled over towards the self-checkout kiosks. Wait. Over there. Upon one the scanners.
Her eyes lit up. C-could it be? It was!
An unopened bag of Snershey's, with a bargain basement sticker price slapped upon it, out in the open! It had escaped capitalism's culling!
The dhole's mind raced. A fragment, a shard, of Halloween's power remained! With this... with this she MIGHT be able to hold back the dread Carey's power. She had to have it! A manic smile plastered itself wide upon her mug as she leapt out to claim her prize. Sailing across the kiosks, Dahlia's delight turned to dread for at the last second... she spied a familiar furred hand snatching defeat away from the jaws of victory.
Ashley went wide eyed and mute as Dahlia crashed into her scanner, ringing herself up in the process, before sliding forward and tangling herself up in a mess of plastic bags. “Uhhh. Alright I'll bite,” the horned mouse nervously stated as she held her recently purchased Snershey's close to her generous chest. “What context am I missing out on this time?”
“Ashley!” the dhole shouted wide eyed.
“Dahlia! Question mark!” Ashley meekly answered back.
Tugging herself free, plastic bags hanging from her horns, Dahlia confronted her off the clock employee. “That candy. Where did you find it?”
“Uhhhh. In the Halloween aisle? With all the others that I bought?” For emphasis she gestured at her shopping cart which was positively overstuffed and overflowing with middling quality chocolate and corn syrup.
“Whuh. Why. How?” Dahlia stammered.
“...How about I explain on the way back to Uni, alright?”
“Wait. You're not working today.”
“Sure aren't! Better having this conversation there though rather than having you follow me home,” she teased.
Grumping, Dahlia crossed her arms about her chest as she impatiently waited for Ashley to check herself out.
>>>>>>>>>
TI TACK TI TACK TI TONK
Pushing the shopping cart before her, the cracks and gaps between one span of concrete and the next inflicting untold damage on the wheels beneath her, Dahlia errantly snacked on offered candies. Her mood sated by the sugar the dhole curiously peppered Ashley with one question after another. “So you're telling me that... there is no culling?”
“Not the kind you're thinking of,” Ashley shrugged as she effortlessly emptied an entire bag of Snershey's into her mouth. Hand held close to her maw, she stifled a petite burp as her stomach visibly distended and strained against her increasingly taut belt. “Normally, all of these unwanted and unloved candies would just linger about. Perpetually on sale and overlooked until the following Halloween when, provided someone convincingly fudged the expiration date, they would finally find a home.”
Dahlia nod nodded along as she sneaked another Snershey's. The uneven sidewalks slowly gave wave to smooth pavement as the BTI, their place of employ, peeked over the horizon.
“But you see...” Ashley hummed to herself. There really wasn't a graceful way to explain to her coworker that she was an out and out glutton who gleefully devoured well over her own body weight in candy every year post-Halloween was there? Sure, they had gotten up and admitted to weirder things on the clock, but at least they were always paid to do so then!
Dahlia cocked her head to the side as Ashley stroked at her chin.
“You see...” the horned mouse stumbled along. “I-it's my solemn duty! To tend to, to savor, to salivate over those candies that fail to find themselves tricks for treaters. Should I fail to do so then the Autumnween Trickster would rise!” Ashley menancingly twiddled her fingers for good measure.
Brows gone flat, Dahlia scrunched her lips. “The what now?”
“The Autumnween Trickster! A dreadful and terrible beast, lanky and disheveled, that haunts Placedale's darkened streets. A cryptid, a frightful one at that, created from the conglomeration of all the unwanted and unloved candy left behind come Halloween!”
Hands resting on her hips, Dahlia turned her snoot slightly upward. “Really now?”
Ashley nodded along, another bag full of candy puffing out her cheeks, before forcing them all down with an audible swallow. Throat bulging, the horned mouse shivered as she could feel those couple dozens of servings go straight to her heaving bust. The buttons lining her blouse struggled to hold back the surging flood of flesh that grew with every gorging.
“Then how come I've never heard of 'em?”
Ashley gestured at herself shapely and swelling self. “Why do you think? Because every year, without fail, I stifle his summoning! Just like we are now!” Flashing a grin, she offered Dahlia a Tweeses.
“Huh.” At that, Dahlia shrugged and accepted the caramelized mass of peanut butter and chocolate. It wasn't like she could argue with the results. “I suppose that makes sense enough! And you have to eat how much candy?”
“All of it,” Ashley mumbled between mouthfuls. Thunderous footfalls accompanied the mouse's every step as her thunderest of thighs came to clap together with terrifying intensity.
“You're sure?” Gritting her teeth, Dahlia whined as she regarded the lone Snershey's she had stashed away into her pocket. The prospects of halting Mariah Carey's defrosting cold in its tracks was looking dicier by the hour. Without the power of Halloween to call upon she dreaded the thought of confronting that diva at her full strength and holiday cheer.
“Every.”
GLURK
“Last.”
NOMPH
“Bite,” Ashley urped with finality. Asphalt splitting beneath her ruinous gait, the engorged mouse nowhere near close to sated, the horned mouse ravenously regarded the still half-full shopping cart with empty plastic bags piled on top. Even as her jeans pulled apart thread by denim thread she hungered. Even as her buttons popped free with enough ballistic force to bend the cart's steel bars she craved.
Sighing, Dahlia reached into her pocket and produced the no longer secret Snershey's to Ashley. The mouse, tail flitting up behind her happily, happily popped it between her lips. Her stomach promptly gurgled and with an ominous GROAN explosively expanded outward.
SNAP
The force of Ashley's belt and button up zipper rending apart sent the shopping cart hurtling forward at mach speeds. Its wheels left trails of fiery divots in the asphalt as it squeaked and rattled over the edge of the horizon. Both the mouse and dhole winced when a pronounced crash, and shattering of glass, rung out from the BTI campus some moments later.
Ashley ummed nervously as she faltered between whether or not to flee or whether to investigate the crash site.
Dahlia hummed. A thought occurred to her! One that, to her excitement, rapidly morphed and evolved as an experiment of sorts coagulated within her head space. “Say, Ashley?”
“Yeah?” the mouse responded nervously.
The dhole steepled her fingers. She would defeat Mariah Carey yet. “Say there were worlds out there, mirrors of our own, where you had failed to stop the Autumnween Trickster's summoning? Do you know how to unsummon him?”
“I-I mean. I guess. I suppose. It's a if you can't beat em' eat em' sort of thing I would imagine.”
Dahlia nodded and hummed. Her plan was coming into shape. They could find worlds the Autumnween Trickster haunted and plagued and see whether or not his power cancelled out Christmas' own. Then, should Ashley stile and quell him, would the specter who wielded radio jingles and holiday cheer rush in to fill the void? She had to know!
Smile spread wide across her face, Dahlia grabbed Ashley by the wrist and giddily dragged her along. “Come, Ashley! There's no time to waste! When we're through with what I have in store no one will mind, much less notice, a sundered shopping cart!”
“W-wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait!” Ashley protested as she stomped along after her. “This isn't one of those schemes where we're just going to make a bigger mess to get everyone to ignore the smaller one, is it?”
“Yes! Among other things!”
The horned mouse puffed out her cheeks. She abhored the thought of having to explain to Balina why, on a weekend no less, the BTI had fallen to ruin yet again. Then again, she could do so while being paid time and a half...
“Well?”
“...Let me clock in first.”
“That's the spirit!” Dahlia giddily proclaimed.
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For:
t-bone
Title: Safi' and her Jivas
Accompanying Picture: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44469159/
The lonesome hunter, collar pulled up high and his face masked, cautiously approached his quarry. As precious as time was... he couldn't afford to rush into this fight ill-prepared.
CRSHHHHH
Brows arched, the hunter warily regarded the fissures that spidered out from beneath his armored soles. With every step he took the parched land, drained dry of all life, crumbled away before his very eyes. The Sapphire Empress had to be stopped.
Flicking up his visor, the hunter allowed his eyes to trace the path of decay left in the dread beast's wake. Through the wilted forests, the desertified plains, and the desolate barrens had he tracked her until finally finally finally... she let slip where her lair lay. The Secluded Valley.
Swallowing hard, the hunter ventured forth into the lifeless ravine that lay before him. Its scarred and craggy peaks, so drained of life and luster, creaked and groaned every time a wicked wind howled past. With widened eyes he watched as massive boulders, more than capable of crushing the whole of Seliana without a trace, tumbled down along the near vertical slopes whensoever the wind wished it. Yet... every time they crashed against the valley floor no sound or fury accompanied them. Silently, ever so silently, they simply vanished into a cloud of dust.
The hunter checked and double checked he had packed the necessary equipment. A Temporal Mantle to effortlessly dodge, at the very least, a single strike. That and a Health Booster to sustain him should she seek to drain him dry. His nerves, frayed and on edge, were slowly soothed by the reassurances that he was carrying as many Potions, Mega Potions, Max Potions, and Life Powders as was humanly possible. It wouldn't be lack of preparation that did him in at any rate.
Shaking his head, the hunter advanced. Alone with his thoughts, his armored silhouette barely stood out against the sand and dust that whisked past. Even as his heart rattled his rib cage he advanced into the mouth of a mountainous cave. When the doubt ringing in his ears proved deafening, as did the guttural growls of his prey, he forced himself forward. Until finally... she came into view.
Flat on her chest, pointed chin resting on her clawed hands, Safi'jiva narrowed her eyes at her unexpected guest. The crimson scaled dragon silently watched, and waited, as the hunter dared trespass into the hollow heart of the mountain she had come to call her home. Her eyes went wide when the hunter dared to unsheath his weapon. He truly meant to dethrone the Empress? A rumble, welling up deep from within her chest, rattled the whole of the ravine as Safi'jiva rose to her feet to meet her challenger.
The hunter, sword in one hand and an axe head held up like a shield in the other, exhaled a long held breath as he gazed upon the Sapphire Empress' horned visage. He could swear that she was... smiling. Her lips pulled back just enough to reveal a toothy smirk that all but invited him to try. So he obliged.
Right out of the gate came the Temporal Mantle. His sparkling form, positively blinding courtesy of the sunlight that poured in to the mountain's exposed core, rushed forth. Deftly he dodged the rise and fall of her massive clawed hands as he just barely weaved between fingers as thick as he was tall. Though... that came with the caveat that Safi'jiva knowingly, purposefully, splayed her digits with every slam. She was toying with him. Affording him more room to manuever.
The hunter continued on undeterred. He wouldn't balk at her overconfidence. He welcomed it, even. Clutch Claw at the ready he sank a grappling hook into the Sapphire Empress' scaly wrist and leapt out from betwixt her fingers. Hurriedly he hacked and chopped away at the coating of crimson scales, exposing what little flesh he could, before he she knocked him free.
Safi'jiva dismissively regarded the hunter's tickles, her eyes half lidded at his so-called attack, until they gave way to painful pinches. Very well then. Raising her free hand, Safi'jiva casually backhanded her foe free. His Temporal Mantle evaporated at her very touch as he was sent tumbling back with a start. Nostrils flared, the Sapphire Empress watched with some amusement as the hunter woefully regarded the destruction of his precious toy. No matter. Sinking her fingers deep into the ground, haunches raised and hips tensed, the colossal dragon twirled about in place. Her spiked tail dragged along the ground and, to her satisfaction, failed to come into contact with her foe.
Panting, the hunter gathered his breath after having just barely dived out of her reach. Things could certainly be going better. Brushing the tattered remnants of his Temporal Mantle off of his shoulders he worriedly regarded Safi'jiva. How her shoulders tensed and her broad feet steadied themselves against the fractured earth. She charged him the instant he recognized her tell. Thinking fast he stomped a foot against the craggy arena, kicking free pebbles and arrowheads, and loaded up his Slinger. He would only get one chance at this.
As the Sapphire Empress approached she regarded the stationary hunter with disdain. So this was all he was capable of? A minor scratch, an inconvenience that would be all but forgotten come the setting of the sun? Pitiful. Jaws cracked open wide she let loose a bone rattling roar.
WSHHHH
Safi'jiva grunted when she a faint pinch around one of her horns. Eyes gone wide she watched the hunter whip around in the air, swinging to her side, before coming to rest against the side of her head. One of his curious toys had... latched onto her horns and dragged him to her out of danger? Clever little thing.
PTOOOM
The Sapphire Empress roared in pain as a pinprick of arrowheads were pelted into the exposed flesh around her eyes. With an angered roar she instinctively clenched her eyes shut before crashing head first into the earthen spears that lined the sides of her cavernous home. Spires and boulders promptly crashed down upon her, some fizzling to dust upon contact, while others managed to smash and crack apart her scaly armor.
Disengaging from Safi'jiva the hunter watched as the Empress sowed the seeds of her own demise. Yet he knew this would be nowhere near enough. With a satisfying click his sword locked into the axe head at his side as his Charge Blade hummed to life. Sparks crackled off the interlocking steel as vial after vial of elemental energies poured into the axe head. Swinging forward, Charge Blade held with both hands, the hunter brought his weapon to bear against the weakened wrist he had hacked away at previously. As the axe head sank deep into her flesh energy ruptured out and, traveling up along her arm, sent Safi'jiva's scales exploding off of her like shrapnel. Her entire limb smoked and burned as the hunter proudly regarded the damage done.
As did the Sapphire Empress. Wincing in pain, she turned to face the hunter with some measure of respect carved into her monstrous visage. So he was capable of drawing blood! Most impressive. A shame, that, for it would ultimately do him little good. Head dipped low, Safi'jiva growled ominously as the very land sank beneath her as she asked of it more than it could ever hope to provide.
The hunter hurled himself forward rather than wait and see as to what she was planning. Charge Blade dragging behind him, frantically trying to outrace the veins of energy coiling out from the land itself and snaking up along Safi'jiva's limbs, he thrust his Charge Blade against her injured arm!
THAWNG
“W-what!?” Stumbling back, the hunter could scarce believe his weapon had bounced off. That was impossible! He had just... had just...
Safi'jiva, grin half cocked, smugly regarded the hunter before her. As stolen energies filled her frame the scattered scales immediately regrew. To add insult to injury they did so thicker and stronger and even denser than before. Her mangled arm, once bloodied and smoking, scabbed and healed back to its original state in mere seconds.
THOOM
And now it lay pinned atop the dumbfounded and hapless hunter. Rumbling contentedly, her digits and scaly palm squeezing the breath out of him, the Sapphire Empress pondered. No. This was no way to lay low the only one who had been able to challenge her and force her to show her own tools of the trade.
“S-so this is it then,” thought the hunter. She would drain him dry and leave naught but bonemeal and dust in his wake. Eyes clenched shut he waited for his ignominous end to come. He waited. And waited. Annnnnd waited. “Oh hells she's just waiting for me to open my eyes isn't she,” he irritably thought to himself.
An irritated growl and quaking thrum of Safi'jiva's fingers confirmed as such. The clawed digits pressed against the hunter even took to roughly nudging him into compliance.
Reluctantly, the hunter obliged. Eyes creaking open he was greeted by the sight of the Sapphire Empress awash with energies. Luminous veins ensnared her entire body, most prominently her bony and angular chest, and her form positively glowed in accordance with her namesake. With palpable fear he watched her visage descend upon him, lips pulled back and maw revealed, only for her to snort at him point blank. She was... annoyed with him?
The Sapphire Empress lifted her hand from him and narrowed her gaze. He had earned her respect and would bestow to him a prize befitting as such. Or, at least, an ending befitting as such. Slamming her hands back down beside him Safi'jiva tossed the hunter a callous grin before tossing her head back and letting loose a mighty bellow. For malms around the already parched land simply collapsed deeper and deeper into itself, entire mountains imploded on in themselves, as Safi'jiva drank them dry. Her form bulged and burgeoned up and out as power unmatched flooded into her.
Most prominently, the hunter realized, around her chest. Safi'jiva's flat and scaly frame ballooned outwards as twin spheres, expanding outwards by the second, crashed down upon him. Her petite and non-existent bosom, now home to a pair of celestial bodies, bore down the defeated hunter. Yet she notably opted not to drain him. At least not yet. As the pressure mounted, as the air grew thin, as darkness overtook the hunter and he disappeared between the Sapphire Empress' all-consuming bosom... she finally deemed it time.
Jaw agape, sapphire energy pouring out from between her teeth, Safi'jiva panted as she relished the sensation of her engorged breasts molding around her fallen foe. Her fingers and toes clenched and cleaved through the bedrock beneath her while sensitive folds of flesh clamped around every contour of his armor. This hunter... he deserved better. He was not to be crushed and cast aside. She respected him, admired him, far too much to let him fade away and be forgotten.
BWOOOMP
The Sapphire Empress let loose a sky-splitting roar as torrents of energy enveloped her ballooning breasts. Unconscious, and unaware, the hunter never noticed much less protested against the act of his body melding into her own. Even if he had... he would have found it hard to resist her suffocating warmth. Especially not when her thoughts overwhelmed his own and she lovingly welcomed him to his final resting place.
Safi'jiva growled longingly as she subsumed him. For a brief moment in time he became but an extension of her.
BWOOMPH
Until he wasn't. The faint pinprick of pressure that was his armored form simply vanished from between her bosom. He was but thoughtless fat upon her breasts now. That... and his armor the rock hard plating upon her nipples. Letting out one last triumphant roar the Sapphire Empress stretched out her magnificent wings. Never had she known so satisfying a fight and never would she forget it. With her favorite foe, forever close to her heart, how could she?
QUEST FAILED
Grunting, Safi'jiva shifted about in place, with some glee, as her heaving breasts split the earth where they lay. How long had it been since any foe, much less a hunter, had taxed her so? Stepping back, revealing a duo of craters, the Sapphire Empress regarded her felled foe with a satisfied growl. There, deep within one of the depressions in the earth, lay the defeated hunter.
She cocked her horned head to the side. The Elder Dragon could end him here and now but... where would the fun in that be? The challenge? Sliding forward, her bosom coming to rest upon him once more, Safi'jiva regarded the sensation of his armor popping and rumpling beneath her weight with some guilty delight. Oh how she looked forward to their eventual rematch...
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For:
march-dragon
Title: Celestial Chowdown
Where and when this tale begins is honestly irrelevant at this point. I could regale you with how one innocuous event after another spiraled out of control. How caution gave way to complacency and ultimately cataclysm. I mean everyone loves a good bit of build up, right? How about we skip all that this time around. What if we just glazed over the hows and the whys and cut right to the chase?
Remember, try not to dwell too much on how such a thing came about. Just focus on the fact that as you gaze upon the horizon where there ought to be a sunless sky is instead a sea of scale. Clouds sailing past the vast gaps between them, akin to continental plates in sheer size, as their dark purple hue drinks in the light of the long obscured sun. The land itself tinged with those self-same colors albeit muted.
As you take shelter within what stout structures remain, the entirety of the landscape having long been forcefully flattened, you take solace in the rhythm of the gales outside. First comes in the inhale. Where tornadic forces draw in anything and anyone, the air and atmosphere itself growing thin, as entire landmasses are ripped off the surface of the planet and vanish into scaled sky. Then comes the exhale. Where heated cells of air and atmosphere howl across the land with force enough to level the tops of mountains and every last trace of civilization that once pocked this celestial sphere.
Spoken word had accompanied this at first. Whether they be apologetic or avaricious it mattered not. All anyone could remember was that they were deafening and deeper than the depths of the ocean itself. An inhale and an exhale. By then they had become incomprehensible. Just booming thunder. Another cycle. Now they were just violent distortions of the air.
The cycles stopped. The air was still. As you dare to indulge your curiosity, peeking out from your shelter, you watch as the sea of scales noiselessly part. In their place a darkness, dense enough to swallow the stars themselves, emerged.
Licking his chops, March stretched his maw open wide. The Earth, but a pebble pressed against his lips, had simply proven too much to resist.
It all happened too fast for you, or anyone else, to perceive but we'll slow things down just this once. First came the cracking of the core itself. On the opposite end of the hemisphere the whole of the planet crumpled on itself as a mass of muscle pressed up against it. The land rent apart by tooth and tongue as entire continents caked themselves against an unseen and unknowable entity's taste buds. A slurry of magma and molten metals coursed like rivers between them as the earth itself buckled and cracked open beneath you.
From there... what's left to say? You wouldn't have been able to perceive the roof of the ascendant dragon's maw clamping down upon what few free floating land masses remained. Nor would you have been able to make out much of, well, anything as what was once a pristine planet tumbled down the endless abyss that was his throat. It would be the first of many after all.
...What that not enough for you? Hmm. Let's see... we could always skip ahead a bit to where March is biting down into entire galaxies. Reveling and shuddering at the sensations of stars going supernova against his gums and tickling his tongue as enlightened civilizations, helpless to thwart the almighty existence, are ravenously subsumed unaware and without a care.
...Oh come on now. You're still pining for more? Very well. I suppose we can sneak a peek at the end and the beginning. Where March, having encompassed all of existence, casually decides to start it anew. Just so he can indulge in unmaking it and devouring it from the inside out all over again. Won't have been the first time after all.
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For:
lira13
Title: PLEASE STOP BREAKING MY DND GAMES
As Shaela stared down the biggest bad there ever was she knew what had to be done.
“This is it... my chance!” Lira thought as her opportunity to break yet another DnD game beyond all recognition presented itself. Biting down into her lower lip, D20 rolling about her palm, the kitsune narrated her latest and greatest escapade to date.
Shaela reached deep into her bountiful bosom and produced a dread tome. Stained darker than the void itself was the one and only... Clare Bible! A wondrous item with the power to not only break games but the very concept of copyright itself. As an ominous wind blew across the battlefield, sprites of lightning illuminating the sundered sky, Shaela read aloud from the pages that fluttered by.
An insidious smirk spread wide upon her cheeks Lira tossed her dice forward.
TUNK
The otter's shadow, brimming and pulsating with malevolent energies, pulled itself free from the shattered plains that bore witness to the yet unsettled and climactic battle that would determine the fate of this DnD campaign. It coiled around Shaela's limbs and wreathed her in a dreadful aura.
TUNK
Lira wiggled in place as she readied herself to proudly recite the most powerful spell available within the Clare Bible's arsenal. Her name was certain to be etched into tabletop history!
TATUNK
“Giga Slave!” Shaela bellowed all but certain of her inevitable victory. Wild magics that predated creation itself crackled out from her as she commanded it to heed her call.
“...I had Advantage, right?” Lira nervously asked as she reached for another D20. Forcing down a swallow, her eyes wobbled at the hand that luck had seen fit to deal her. The dread and feared... Nat 1.
“Sure didn't,” her cruel and callous Dungeon Bahhster proclaimed. Clearing his throat, he wrested control of the narrative away from his innocent and faultless player and promptly steered it into oblivion.
Shaela's confidence faltered. What... what if she couldn't control this? Farcical as the thought was that possibility, however remote, haunted her. And, unfortunately for her, that single moment of doubt was all that was needed to lose control.
“That's illegal!” Lira shouted as she slammed her fists down against the table.
“You've tempted fate how many times now with that thing?” the Dungeon Bahhster said with a snoot. “I told you again and again! You ever roll a critical failure on that thing and I'll end the session then and there.”
THE EN-
“Cheater!” Lira declared as she kicked the closing credits aside. “These dice are loaded and I'll prove it!” Not content with committing the cardinal sin of a total party wipe the kitsune then sought to slander the sheep that wronged her so. Producing another D20, one whose impartiality was assured, she held the obelisk of plastic aloft once more and tossed it forward.
TATUNK
The party stared blankly at the pair of snake eyes that peered back up at them from atop the table.
“Annnnnnnd there go your Thursday sessions too.”
AUGH
For:
gatrzillaTitle: Overworld Overflow
“I should have known better,” Morgan sighed. Her eyes swiveled up towards the top of the screen as furrows formed along her brow.
“I mean... it sounded like a good idea at the time,” Krig offered with a shrug. The Feraligatr, axe slung over his back and clad in light armor, flashed a nervous but toothy smile.
Lips scrunched, Morgan reached up and flicked a finger against her HEALTH bar. It, and its overinflated numbers, refused to budge. While, on paper, the thought of keeping the party's lone healer overstocked, overstuffed, and overhealed with regards to vitality seemed like a surefire way to succeed...
Inhaling through clenched teeth, Krig gently pat at Morgan's now eye-level ankle. Straps of leather, what were once the White Mage's boots, still dangled from between her toes. Her cloak, once flowing and airy, dangled from her shoulders in tatters.
Before them lie a defeated gaggle of golems. Or, specifically, a golem lined crater. What should have been a challenging encounter, one that ideally reduced Morgan's exorbitant HEALTH bar and therefore her size, proved anything but.
“Still can't believe my luck,” the raccoon huffed with puffed out cheeks. Stumbling into the encounter, quite literally, she delivered a pre-emptive and wholly unintended ATTACK. The golems crumpled beneath Morgan's broad soles, compounded to rubble between the faintest wrinkles that lined her padded soles, in an instant. To her dismay the flood of EXP only exacerbated the problem as her HEALTH subsequently increased and, because of course it did, so did her size.
“Where did we buy that potion again?” she mumbled aloud as she dropped to her knees. Leaning forward, she offered the Warrior an upturned palm.
Swallowing hard, Krig kept his eyes turned downward lest his gaze be lost in her cavernous and all consuming cleavage. “That was Vidna, right? Due west?” The blue scaled reptile's cheeks flared crimson as he comfortably settled into his humongous healer's palm.
Cupping Krig against her neck, Morgan made sure to afford the not so wumbo Warrior an opportunity to cling tight before setting off. “You don't think this will persist on the World Map do you?” Self consciously rubbing at an arm, the very wumbo White Mage gestured at the prodigious and slowly swelling paw prints left in her wake.
“N-no. Of course not,” Krig blushed as his eyes swiveled towards the top-right corner of the screen. After all, the World Map was far too zoomed out to capture such fine details. The Mini Map on the other hand...
The Feraligatr coughed into his fist as cracks and fissures, imprinting and molding into the outline of Morgan's paw prints, came to pock the Mini Map. With every swing of her step its rectangular form rattled while pixels popped free. He hoped, he prayed, that it held up long enough to guide them back from whence they came.
“Oh that's right. I had. Kind of. Sort of. Forgotten about this,” Krig uneasily laughed as he gazed upon a fog covered bridge. The Nivora Bridge, at that. Spanning the gap of the Nivora Ravine, the lone means of entry into and out of Vidna for those who had yet to unlock Quick Travel, the stalwart stone structure was all that stood between them and a proper fix.
Arms tucked against her chest, Morgan gingerly made her way out of the Bitron Forest. Her shoulders, level with the tops of the pines that pocked the map, roughly brushed against them. Even for all her caution she had felled more than a fair few along their travels.
BWOOMP
Biting down into her lip, the White Mage winced as she unintentionally accrued even more EXP with the felling of yet another. Warily twiddling her toes, the raccoon panicking at the realization that thrumming of her digits registered as a cast of the Quake spell, she swallowed hard and tentatively approached the Nivora Bridge.
“You think we should risk it?” she asked.
“We make it or we don't,” her Warrior offered with a shrug. “T-think of it this way! If it gives out at least that'll knock a couple digits off your health bar. Right?”
“Ever the optimist,” Morgan said with a shake of her head. Nostrils flared and tail flitting behind her... Morgan stepped forward.
THOOM
Pebbles and masonry exploded up through the gaps between Morgan's toes as the Bridge of Nivora wailed at the load it was being asked to bear.
Freezing in place, Krig latching on to her neck with a death grip, the duo watched and waited. The disconcerting creaks and groans continued to echo around them, warped and distorted among the fog, yet the structure remained standing. With a solemn nod Morgan shuffled onward.
THOOOOOM
Blood running cold, the raccoon and Feraligatr felt their hearts catch in their throats as the bridge sank some inches beneath them. The ancient concrete, super heated by the friction of Morgan's footfalls, liquified and molded perfectly to the imprint of her sole before hardening back into solid stone.
Step by step. Inch by inch. For all the abuse she put the Bridge of Nivora through... it held.
“Phew!” Morgan exclaimed in relief as she emptied out onto the other side. “That could have turned out a lot worse! Looking back on it... I don't think anyone will notice all that much, do you?” As she said as such a convenient billow of fog swallowed the bridge and all evidence of her passage.
Krig dutifully nodded along. Gaze tossed back over his shoulder... he didn't have the heart to tell her how profound her presence well and truly was. N-no matter! The Bridge of Nivora remained intact and that was all that mattered, right?
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Humming to herself, and in relatively good spirits, Morgan sauntered forward as the town of Vidna slowly loaded into view on the horizon. “So. I was thinking. As soon as get this whole matter put behind us I was thinking that-”
Trailing off, Morgan urfed as her body began to violently rumble.
“Hmm? Morgan? Something wrong?”
BWOOOMP
Billowing out and up, Morgan's eyes went wide as her heaving bust and ample everything surged forward as an unexpected LEVEL UP assailed her. “W-what? How? We've explicitly been avoiding encounters!”
Krig's gaze drifted down towards the menu at the bottom of the screen, where battles won and lost were logged, and swallowed nervously. The paw prints left behind on the Bridge of Nivora were mighty deep. T-then given the deluge of fog that constantly shrouds that place it wouldn't be... unreasonable to assume that a poor passerby here and there might accidentally tumble into-
MORGAN DEFEATED MERCHANT WITH PITFALL!
BWOOMP
MORGAN DEFEATED MERCENARY WITH PITFALL!
BWOOMP
“This won't end well,” Krig warily mumbled to himself as his perch upon Morgan's shoulder slowly rose into the clouds.
MORGAN DEFEATED-
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For:
balinaTitle: Candy & Carey
Hands shoved into her pockets, Dahlia regarded the emptied grocery store shelves with some measure of grudging respect. Hallow's Eve had come and gone not even a day ago and already the gears of capitalism, ruthless and uncaring, had blasted away every last trace of it from Placedale's public consciousness. That charming orange and black décor? The spooks and skeletons and spiders sprinkled across every aisle? The mountains of candy that tempted every passerby to ascend their caramelized and nougaty peaks? Gone.
In their place, in their absence, a dread and terrible power saw fit to fill the void. Dahlia could hear it over the speakers. The white noise that carried whispers and warnings of what was to come. Of how Mariah Carey was dethawing, defrosting, this very moment and the instant she broke free from her statis she would descend upon them all with sound and a frustratingly catchy fury. Dahlia clenched her fists. This year... this year would be different.
Shaking her horned head, Dahlia shuffled over towards the self-checkout kiosks. Wait. Over there. Upon one the scanners.
Her eyes lit up. C-could it be? It was!
An unopened bag of Snershey's, with a bargain basement sticker price slapped upon it, out in the open! It had escaped capitalism's culling!
The dhole's mind raced. A fragment, a shard, of Halloween's power remained! With this... with this she MIGHT be able to hold back the dread Carey's power. She had to have it! A manic smile plastered itself wide upon her mug as she leapt out to claim her prize. Sailing across the kiosks, Dahlia's delight turned to dread for at the last second... she spied a familiar furred hand snatching defeat away from the jaws of victory.
Ashley went wide eyed and mute as Dahlia crashed into her scanner, ringing herself up in the process, before sliding forward and tangling herself up in a mess of plastic bags. “Uhhh. Alright I'll bite,” the horned mouse nervously stated as she held her recently purchased Snershey's close to her generous chest. “What context am I missing out on this time?”
“Ashley!” the dhole shouted wide eyed.
“Dahlia! Question mark!” Ashley meekly answered back.
Tugging herself free, plastic bags hanging from her horns, Dahlia confronted her off the clock employee. “That candy. Where did you find it?”
“Uhhhh. In the Halloween aisle? With all the others that I bought?” For emphasis she gestured at her shopping cart which was positively overstuffed and overflowing with middling quality chocolate and corn syrup.
“Whuh. Why. How?” Dahlia stammered.
“...How about I explain on the way back to Uni, alright?”
“Wait. You're not working today.”
“Sure aren't! Better having this conversation there though rather than having you follow me home,” she teased.
Grumping, Dahlia crossed her arms about her chest as she impatiently waited for Ashley to check herself out.
>>>>>>>>>
TI TACK TI TACK TI TONK
Pushing the shopping cart before her, the cracks and gaps between one span of concrete and the next inflicting untold damage on the wheels beneath her, Dahlia errantly snacked on offered candies. Her mood sated by the sugar the dhole curiously peppered Ashley with one question after another. “So you're telling me that... there is no culling?”
“Not the kind you're thinking of,” Ashley shrugged as she effortlessly emptied an entire bag of Snershey's into her mouth. Hand held close to her maw, she stifled a petite burp as her stomach visibly distended and strained against her increasingly taut belt. “Normally, all of these unwanted and unloved candies would just linger about. Perpetually on sale and overlooked until the following Halloween when, provided someone convincingly fudged the expiration date, they would finally find a home.”
Dahlia nod nodded along as she sneaked another Snershey's. The uneven sidewalks slowly gave wave to smooth pavement as the BTI, their place of employ, peeked over the horizon.
“But you see...” Ashley hummed to herself. There really wasn't a graceful way to explain to her coworker that she was an out and out glutton who gleefully devoured well over her own body weight in candy every year post-Halloween was there? Sure, they had gotten up and admitted to weirder things on the clock, but at least they were always paid to do so then!
Dahlia cocked her head to the side as Ashley stroked at her chin.
“You see...” the horned mouse stumbled along. “I-it's my solemn duty! To tend to, to savor, to salivate over those candies that fail to find themselves tricks for treaters. Should I fail to do so then the Autumnween Trickster would rise!” Ashley menancingly twiddled her fingers for good measure.
Brows gone flat, Dahlia scrunched her lips. “The what now?”
“The Autumnween Trickster! A dreadful and terrible beast, lanky and disheveled, that haunts Placedale's darkened streets. A cryptid, a frightful one at that, created from the conglomeration of all the unwanted and unloved candy left behind come Halloween!”
Hands resting on her hips, Dahlia turned her snoot slightly upward. “Really now?”
Ashley nodded along, another bag full of candy puffing out her cheeks, before forcing them all down with an audible swallow. Throat bulging, the horned mouse shivered as she could feel those couple dozens of servings go straight to her heaving bust. The buttons lining her blouse struggled to hold back the surging flood of flesh that grew with every gorging.
“Then how come I've never heard of 'em?”
Ashley gestured at herself shapely and swelling self. “Why do you think? Because every year, without fail, I stifle his summoning! Just like we are now!” Flashing a grin, she offered Dahlia a Tweeses.
“Huh.” At that, Dahlia shrugged and accepted the caramelized mass of peanut butter and chocolate. It wasn't like she could argue with the results. “I suppose that makes sense enough! And you have to eat how much candy?”
“All of it,” Ashley mumbled between mouthfuls. Thunderous footfalls accompanied the mouse's every step as her thunderest of thighs came to clap together with terrifying intensity.
“You're sure?” Gritting her teeth, Dahlia whined as she regarded the lone Snershey's she had stashed away into her pocket. The prospects of halting Mariah Carey's defrosting cold in its tracks was looking dicier by the hour. Without the power of Halloween to call upon she dreaded the thought of confronting that diva at her full strength and holiday cheer.
“Every.”
GLURK
“Last.”
NOMPH
“Bite,” Ashley urped with finality. Asphalt splitting beneath her ruinous gait, the engorged mouse nowhere near close to sated, the horned mouse ravenously regarded the still half-full shopping cart with empty plastic bags piled on top. Even as her jeans pulled apart thread by denim thread she hungered. Even as her buttons popped free with enough ballistic force to bend the cart's steel bars she craved.
Sighing, Dahlia reached into her pocket and produced the no longer secret Snershey's to Ashley. The mouse, tail flitting up behind her happily, happily popped it between her lips. Her stomach promptly gurgled and with an ominous GROAN explosively expanded outward.
SNAP
The force of Ashley's belt and button up zipper rending apart sent the shopping cart hurtling forward at mach speeds. Its wheels left trails of fiery divots in the asphalt as it squeaked and rattled over the edge of the horizon. Both the mouse and dhole winced when a pronounced crash, and shattering of glass, rung out from the BTI campus some moments later.
Ashley ummed nervously as she faltered between whether or not to flee or whether to investigate the crash site.
Dahlia hummed. A thought occurred to her! One that, to her excitement, rapidly morphed and evolved as an experiment of sorts coagulated within her head space. “Say, Ashley?”
“Yeah?” the mouse responded nervously.
The dhole steepled her fingers. She would defeat Mariah Carey yet. “Say there were worlds out there, mirrors of our own, where you had failed to stop the Autumnween Trickster's summoning? Do you know how to unsummon him?”
“I-I mean. I guess. I suppose. It's a if you can't beat em' eat em' sort of thing I would imagine.”
Dahlia nodded and hummed. Her plan was coming into shape. They could find worlds the Autumnween Trickster haunted and plagued and see whether or not his power cancelled out Christmas' own. Then, should Ashley stile and quell him, would the specter who wielded radio jingles and holiday cheer rush in to fill the void? She had to know!
Smile spread wide across her face, Dahlia grabbed Ashley by the wrist and giddily dragged her along. “Come, Ashley! There's no time to waste! When we're through with what I have in store no one will mind, much less notice, a sundered shopping cart!”
“W-wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait!” Ashley protested as she stomped along after her. “This isn't one of those schemes where we're just going to make a bigger mess to get everyone to ignore the smaller one, is it?”
“Yes! Among other things!”
The horned mouse puffed out her cheeks. She abhored the thought of having to explain to Balina why, on a weekend no less, the BTI had fallen to ruin yet again. Then again, she could do so while being paid time and a half...
“Well?”
“...Let me clock in first.”
“That's the spirit!” Dahlia giddily proclaimed.
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For:
t-boneTitle: Safi' and her Jivas
Accompanying Picture: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44469159/
The lonesome hunter, collar pulled up high and his face masked, cautiously approached his quarry. As precious as time was... he couldn't afford to rush into this fight ill-prepared.
CRSHHHHH
Brows arched, the hunter warily regarded the fissures that spidered out from beneath his armored soles. With every step he took the parched land, drained dry of all life, crumbled away before his very eyes. The Sapphire Empress had to be stopped.
Flicking up his visor, the hunter allowed his eyes to trace the path of decay left in the dread beast's wake. Through the wilted forests, the desertified plains, and the desolate barrens had he tracked her until finally finally finally... she let slip where her lair lay. The Secluded Valley.
Swallowing hard, the hunter ventured forth into the lifeless ravine that lay before him. Its scarred and craggy peaks, so drained of life and luster, creaked and groaned every time a wicked wind howled past. With widened eyes he watched as massive boulders, more than capable of crushing the whole of Seliana without a trace, tumbled down along the near vertical slopes whensoever the wind wished it. Yet... every time they crashed against the valley floor no sound or fury accompanied them. Silently, ever so silently, they simply vanished into a cloud of dust.
The hunter checked and double checked he had packed the necessary equipment. A Temporal Mantle to effortlessly dodge, at the very least, a single strike. That and a Health Booster to sustain him should she seek to drain him dry. His nerves, frayed and on edge, were slowly soothed by the reassurances that he was carrying as many Potions, Mega Potions, Max Potions, and Life Powders as was humanly possible. It wouldn't be lack of preparation that did him in at any rate.
Shaking his head, the hunter advanced. Alone with his thoughts, his armored silhouette barely stood out against the sand and dust that whisked past. Even as his heart rattled his rib cage he advanced into the mouth of a mountainous cave. When the doubt ringing in his ears proved deafening, as did the guttural growls of his prey, he forced himself forward. Until finally... she came into view.
Flat on her chest, pointed chin resting on her clawed hands, Safi'jiva narrowed her eyes at her unexpected guest. The crimson scaled dragon silently watched, and waited, as the hunter dared trespass into the hollow heart of the mountain she had come to call her home. Her eyes went wide when the hunter dared to unsheath his weapon. He truly meant to dethrone the Empress? A rumble, welling up deep from within her chest, rattled the whole of the ravine as Safi'jiva rose to her feet to meet her challenger.
The hunter, sword in one hand and an axe head held up like a shield in the other, exhaled a long held breath as he gazed upon the Sapphire Empress' horned visage. He could swear that she was... smiling. Her lips pulled back just enough to reveal a toothy smirk that all but invited him to try. So he obliged.
Right out of the gate came the Temporal Mantle. His sparkling form, positively blinding courtesy of the sunlight that poured in to the mountain's exposed core, rushed forth. Deftly he dodged the rise and fall of her massive clawed hands as he just barely weaved between fingers as thick as he was tall. Though... that came with the caveat that Safi'jiva knowingly, purposefully, splayed her digits with every slam. She was toying with him. Affording him more room to manuever.
The hunter continued on undeterred. He wouldn't balk at her overconfidence. He welcomed it, even. Clutch Claw at the ready he sank a grappling hook into the Sapphire Empress' scaly wrist and leapt out from betwixt her fingers. Hurriedly he hacked and chopped away at the coating of crimson scales, exposing what little flesh he could, before he she knocked him free.
Safi'jiva dismissively regarded the hunter's tickles, her eyes half lidded at his so-called attack, until they gave way to painful pinches. Very well then. Raising her free hand, Safi'jiva casually backhanded her foe free. His Temporal Mantle evaporated at her very touch as he was sent tumbling back with a start. Nostrils flared, the Sapphire Empress watched with some amusement as the hunter woefully regarded the destruction of his precious toy. No matter. Sinking her fingers deep into the ground, haunches raised and hips tensed, the colossal dragon twirled about in place. Her spiked tail dragged along the ground and, to her satisfaction, failed to come into contact with her foe.
Panting, the hunter gathered his breath after having just barely dived out of her reach. Things could certainly be going better. Brushing the tattered remnants of his Temporal Mantle off of his shoulders he worriedly regarded Safi'jiva. How her shoulders tensed and her broad feet steadied themselves against the fractured earth. She charged him the instant he recognized her tell. Thinking fast he stomped a foot against the craggy arena, kicking free pebbles and arrowheads, and loaded up his Slinger. He would only get one chance at this.
As the Sapphire Empress approached she regarded the stationary hunter with disdain. So this was all he was capable of? A minor scratch, an inconvenience that would be all but forgotten come the setting of the sun? Pitiful. Jaws cracked open wide she let loose a bone rattling roar.
WSHHHH
Safi'jiva grunted when she a faint pinch around one of her horns. Eyes gone wide she watched the hunter whip around in the air, swinging to her side, before coming to rest against the side of her head. One of his curious toys had... latched onto her horns and dragged him to her out of danger? Clever little thing.
PTOOOM
The Sapphire Empress roared in pain as a pinprick of arrowheads were pelted into the exposed flesh around her eyes. With an angered roar she instinctively clenched her eyes shut before crashing head first into the earthen spears that lined the sides of her cavernous home. Spires and boulders promptly crashed down upon her, some fizzling to dust upon contact, while others managed to smash and crack apart her scaly armor.
Disengaging from Safi'jiva the hunter watched as the Empress sowed the seeds of her own demise. Yet he knew this would be nowhere near enough. With a satisfying click his sword locked into the axe head at his side as his Charge Blade hummed to life. Sparks crackled off the interlocking steel as vial after vial of elemental energies poured into the axe head. Swinging forward, Charge Blade held with both hands, the hunter brought his weapon to bear against the weakened wrist he had hacked away at previously. As the axe head sank deep into her flesh energy ruptured out and, traveling up along her arm, sent Safi'jiva's scales exploding off of her like shrapnel. Her entire limb smoked and burned as the hunter proudly regarded the damage done.
As did the Sapphire Empress. Wincing in pain, she turned to face the hunter with some measure of respect carved into her monstrous visage. So he was capable of drawing blood! Most impressive. A shame, that, for it would ultimately do him little good. Head dipped low, Safi'jiva growled ominously as the very land sank beneath her as she asked of it more than it could ever hope to provide.
The hunter hurled himself forward rather than wait and see as to what she was planning. Charge Blade dragging behind him, frantically trying to outrace the veins of energy coiling out from the land itself and snaking up along Safi'jiva's limbs, he thrust his Charge Blade against her injured arm!
THAWNG
“W-what!?” Stumbling back, the hunter could scarce believe his weapon had bounced off. That was impossible! He had just... had just...
Safi'jiva, grin half cocked, smugly regarded the hunter before her. As stolen energies filled her frame the scattered scales immediately regrew. To add insult to injury they did so thicker and stronger and even denser than before. Her mangled arm, once bloodied and smoking, scabbed and healed back to its original state in mere seconds.
THOOM
And now it lay pinned atop the dumbfounded and hapless hunter. Rumbling contentedly, her digits and scaly palm squeezing the breath out of him, the Sapphire Empress pondered. No. This was no way to lay low the only one who had been able to challenge her and force her to show her own tools of the trade.
“S-so this is it then,” thought the hunter. She would drain him dry and leave naught but bonemeal and dust in his wake. Eyes clenched shut he waited for his ignominous end to come. He waited. And waited. Annnnnd waited. “Oh hells she's just waiting for me to open my eyes isn't she,” he irritably thought to himself.
An irritated growl and quaking thrum of Safi'jiva's fingers confirmed as such. The clawed digits pressed against the hunter even took to roughly nudging him into compliance.
Reluctantly, the hunter obliged. Eyes creaking open he was greeted by the sight of the Sapphire Empress awash with energies. Luminous veins ensnared her entire body, most prominently her bony and angular chest, and her form positively glowed in accordance with her namesake. With palpable fear he watched her visage descend upon him, lips pulled back and maw revealed, only for her to snort at him point blank. She was... annoyed with him?
The Sapphire Empress lifted her hand from him and narrowed her gaze. He had earned her respect and would bestow to him a prize befitting as such. Or, at least, an ending befitting as such. Slamming her hands back down beside him Safi'jiva tossed the hunter a callous grin before tossing her head back and letting loose a mighty bellow. For malms around the already parched land simply collapsed deeper and deeper into itself, entire mountains imploded on in themselves, as Safi'jiva drank them dry. Her form bulged and burgeoned up and out as power unmatched flooded into her.
Most prominently, the hunter realized, around her chest. Safi'jiva's flat and scaly frame ballooned outwards as twin spheres, expanding outwards by the second, crashed down upon him. Her petite and non-existent bosom, now home to a pair of celestial bodies, bore down the defeated hunter. Yet she notably opted not to drain him. At least not yet. As the pressure mounted, as the air grew thin, as darkness overtook the hunter and he disappeared between the Sapphire Empress' all-consuming bosom... she finally deemed it time.
Jaw agape, sapphire energy pouring out from between her teeth, Safi'jiva panted as she relished the sensation of her engorged breasts molding around her fallen foe. Her fingers and toes clenched and cleaved through the bedrock beneath her while sensitive folds of flesh clamped around every contour of his armor. This hunter... he deserved better. He was not to be crushed and cast aside. She respected him, admired him, far too much to let him fade away and be forgotten.
BWOOOMP
The Sapphire Empress let loose a sky-splitting roar as torrents of energy enveloped her ballooning breasts. Unconscious, and unaware, the hunter never noticed much less protested against the act of his body melding into her own. Even if he had... he would have found it hard to resist her suffocating warmth. Especially not when her thoughts overwhelmed his own and she lovingly welcomed him to his final resting place.
Safi'jiva growled longingly as she subsumed him. For a brief moment in time he became but an extension of her.
BWOOMPH
Until he wasn't. The faint pinprick of pressure that was his armored form simply vanished from between her bosom. He was but thoughtless fat upon her breasts now. That... and his armor the rock hard plating upon her nipples. Letting out one last triumphant roar the Sapphire Empress stretched out her magnificent wings. Never had she known so satisfying a fight and never would she forget it. With her favorite foe, forever close to her heart, how could she?
QUEST FAILED
Grunting, Safi'jiva shifted about in place, with some glee, as her heaving breasts split the earth where they lay. How long had it been since any foe, much less a hunter, had taxed her so? Stepping back, revealing a duo of craters, the Sapphire Empress regarded her felled foe with a satisfied growl. There, deep within one of the depressions in the earth, lay the defeated hunter.
She cocked her horned head to the side. The Elder Dragon could end him here and now but... where would the fun in that be? The challenge? Sliding forward, her bosom coming to rest upon him once more, Safi'jiva regarded the sensation of his armor popping and rumpling beneath her weight with some guilty delight. Oh how she looked forward to their eventual rematch...
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march-dragonTitle: Celestial Chowdown
Where and when this tale begins is honestly irrelevant at this point. I could regale you with how one innocuous event after another spiraled out of control. How caution gave way to complacency and ultimately cataclysm. I mean everyone loves a good bit of build up, right? How about we skip all that this time around. What if we just glazed over the hows and the whys and cut right to the chase?
Remember, try not to dwell too much on how such a thing came about. Just focus on the fact that as you gaze upon the horizon where there ought to be a sunless sky is instead a sea of scale. Clouds sailing past the vast gaps between them, akin to continental plates in sheer size, as their dark purple hue drinks in the light of the long obscured sun. The land itself tinged with those self-same colors albeit muted.
As you take shelter within what stout structures remain, the entirety of the landscape having long been forcefully flattened, you take solace in the rhythm of the gales outside. First comes in the inhale. Where tornadic forces draw in anything and anyone, the air and atmosphere itself growing thin, as entire landmasses are ripped off the surface of the planet and vanish into scaled sky. Then comes the exhale. Where heated cells of air and atmosphere howl across the land with force enough to level the tops of mountains and every last trace of civilization that once pocked this celestial sphere.
Spoken word had accompanied this at first. Whether they be apologetic or avaricious it mattered not. All anyone could remember was that they were deafening and deeper than the depths of the ocean itself. An inhale and an exhale. By then they had become incomprehensible. Just booming thunder. Another cycle. Now they were just violent distortions of the air.
The cycles stopped. The air was still. As you dare to indulge your curiosity, peeking out from your shelter, you watch as the sea of scales noiselessly part. In their place a darkness, dense enough to swallow the stars themselves, emerged.
Licking his chops, March stretched his maw open wide. The Earth, but a pebble pressed against his lips, had simply proven too much to resist.
It all happened too fast for you, or anyone else, to perceive but we'll slow things down just this once. First came the cracking of the core itself. On the opposite end of the hemisphere the whole of the planet crumpled on itself as a mass of muscle pressed up against it. The land rent apart by tooth and tongue as entire continents caked themselves against an unseen and unknowable entity's taste buds. A slurry of magma and molten metals coursed like rivers between them as the earth itself buckled and cracked open beneath you.
From there... what's left to say? You wouldn't have been able to perceive the roof of the ascendant dragon's maw clamping down upon what few free floating land masses remained. Nor would you have been able to make out much of, well, anything as what was once a pristine planet tumbled down the endless abyss that was his throat. It would be the first of many after all.
...What that not enough for you? Hmm. Let's see... we could always skip ahead a bit to where March is biting down into entire galaxies. Reveling and shuddering at the sensations of stars going supernova against his gums and tickling his tongue as enlightened civilizations, helpless to thwart the almighty existence, are ravenously subsumed unaware and without a care.
...Oh come on now. You're still pining for more? Very well. I suppose we can sneak a peek at the end and the beginning. Where March, having encompassed all of existence, casually decides to start it anew. Just so he can indulge in unmaking it and devouring it from the inside out all over again. Won't have been the first time after all.
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lira13Title: PLEASE STOP BREAKING MY DND GAMES
As Shaela stared down the biggest bad there ever was she knew what had to be done.
“This is it... my chance!” Lira thought as her opportunity to break yet another DnD game beyond all recognition presented itself. Biting down into her lower lip, D20 rolling about her palm, the kitsune narrated her latest and greatest escapade to date.
Shaela reached deep into her bountiful bosom and produced a dread tome. Stained darker than the void itself was the one and only... Clare Bible! A wondrous item with the power to not only break games but the very concept of copyright itself. As an ominous wind blew across the battlefield, sprites of lightning illuminating the sundered sky, Shaela read aloud from the pages that fluttered by.
An insidious smirk spread wide upon her cheeks Lira tossed her dice forward.
TUNK
The otter's shadow, brimming and pulsating with malevolent energies, pulled itself free from the shattered plains that bore witness to the yet unsettled and climactic battle that would determine the fate of this DnD campaign. It coiled around Shaela's limbs and wreathed her in a dreadful aura.
TUNK
Lira wiggled in place as she readied herself to proudly recite the most powerful spell available within the Clare Bible's arsenal. Her name was certain to be etched into tabletop history!
TATUNK
“Giga Slave!” Shaela bellowed all but certain of her inevitable victory. Wild magics that predated creation itself crackled out from her as she commanded it to heed her call.
“...I had Advantage, right?” Lira nervously asked as she reached for another D20. Forcing down a swallow, her eyes wobbled at the hand that luck had seen fit to deal her. The dread and feared... Nat 1.
“Sure didn't,” her cruel and callous Dungeon Bahhster proclaimed. Clearing his throat, he wrested control of the narrative away from his innocent and faultless player and promptly steered it into oblivion.
Shaela's confidence faltered. What... what if she couldn't control this? Farcical as the thought was that possibility, however remote, haunted her. And, unfortunately for her, that single moment of doubt was all that was needed to lose control.
“That's illegal!” Lira shouted as she slammed her fists down against the table.
“You've tempted fate how many times now with that thing?” the Dungeon Bahhster said with a snoot. “I told you again and again! You ever roll a critical failure on that thing and I'll end the session then and there.”
THE EN-
“Cheater!” Lira declared as she kicked the closing credits aside. “These dice are loaded and I'll prove it!” Not content with committing the cardinal sin of a total party wipe the kitsune then sought to slander the sheep that wronged her so. Producing another D20, one whose impartiality was assured, she held the obelisk of plastic aloft once more and tossed it forward.
TATUNK
The party stared blankly at the pair of snake eyes that peered back up at them from atop the table.
“Annnnnnnd there go your Thursday sessions too.”
AUGH
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