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Ion found itself in an empty field, surveying rolling hills covered in long, waving grasses. This would be the perfect spot for the raptor-bird's latest plot. A few imaginary flicks of the pen later, and the narrative-warping creature had a few dozen acres it could play with. Red tape was annoyingly energy-consuming, but it needed to make it official. After all, its mission was simple: prepare a new food source for its massive clientele.

But first, it needed to set the stage. Ion opened a gallon-sized thermos it had lugged over from the nearest town and started chugging. Its head began to rise the second the fresh coffee entered its toothy beak. Planks of woods arranged themselves in a giant square around the growing raptor-bird, the foundation of its pet project coming to life as caffeine poured down its throat.

Ion's lower half reshaped itself, growing stockier as it outpaced its torso. Its legs filled out with muscles built to sprint as its claws broadened, its talons becoming dangerously sharp. Two wings exploded from its sides once its back lengthened just enough, proudly flaunting their blue plumage as they stretched. Its stiff serpentine tail lost most of its size in an instant, refilling the space with a burst of black-and-white streamers.

The reality-warper tossed the emptied thermos into nonexistence with a satisfied 'kweh'. Now a nine-foot chocobo-taur, Ion was the perfect size and shape for the task it dreamed up. It surveyed its newly crafted surroundings with a content nod. The enormous barn it whipped up was built to handle the most massive poultry its chosen world had ever seen.

After a much faster trip to town and back than the last, the prospective farmer stood in the middle of a flock of a few dozen chickens. Each one of the cute little birds was barely larger than its foot, hopping and fluttering around the giant coop. They wouldn't stay that small for long, though. With a mischievous grin, Ion leaned back and poured another thermos of coffee down its throat, simply imagining more poultry around it than there already was.

If the overgrown chocobo-taur could understand chicken - actually, why let that be a problem? With a slight tweak to its own brain, Ion could pick up a hint of confusion in the chorus of clucks and crows around it. That wasn't unexpected - after all, even the simple idea that bigger is better was likely to fly over the flock's bird brains.

Once Ion finished its drink and looked back down, though, it understood why they were confused.

What was once a troupe of two-legged, two-winged friends was now a swarm of much more oddly shaped birds. Some struggled to keep their new stacks of chicken breasts upright, flapping several pairs of wings for balance. Others scurried about on six, ten, twenty legs, carefully coordinating their steps. One rooster was even calling out wildly from seven heads at once, drowning out the rest of the chaos.

Ion shrugged its shoulders, watching one incredibly long hen march under its legs like a centipede. It wasn't quite what it had in mind, sure, but it would work for now. The chocobo-taur carefully stepped around its newly minted multi-chickens and grabbed a bag of suspiciously warm bird seed. A parade of endless wings and drumsticks danced in its mind as it poured out the feed for its incredible flock.

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This is the first of a few sketches I've gotten from  cervelet as part of his Patreon perks. I've been getting my raptor-bird into some silly TF shenanigans, which Cervelet is amazing at. If you want to send some love his way, you can check out his site here to sign up.

...wait a minute, what kind of poultry are we supposed to be talking about today?