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Hello hello, hi to all again. This isn't a commission, but it was something I wanted to do for Juicy July as some minor works on the side.
It ain't much in comparison to some of my previous work, but I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
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“Is this a joke?”
“It's not!”
“It totally is.”
There is no god damn way it isn't. The moth scoffs at the item, gingerly withholding it from the idiot who decided to show it off. “It's not a joke! It worked well enough on some eager fella looking for a good time!” The hyena yelled, maniacally laughing as he attempted to reach once more for what Ceezak held. “Coooooome Oooooon, giiiiive it baaaaaack!”
“You literally showed me something that'll change the scenery around here and you expect me to give it back so quickly?”
“I mean-”
“Yeah?”
Ceezak bonks them on the head with his hand. “Don't be an idiot.” He holds them down with a hand, carefully inspecting the goods he had been provided. The object in question looked normal enough, but if he gave this berry just a poke- “Dude, not funny.”
“You know this shit shouldn't be out here.”
The moment his claws poked into the spherical fruit, it was like he had cracked an already bursted pipe. Liquid began to flow and flow, with no means of stopping, continually building up pressure within this ‘joke’ until eventually- “Ugh.” It popped. He was quick to cast a shield, separating himself and, a second after, the nervously laughing hyena next to him from the liquid explosion. “You made another?”
“It's a good idea!”
“When was berrying someone ever been a good idea?”
“It looks good~”
“Yes, until they blow apart and spread it to every person within a 1 mile radius.”
“It's more a couple feet-”
“Half my citizens are stretchy enough to make it five and cause a tidal wave.”
“Since when has tidal waves ever been a problem?”
“We're in the MIDDLE of a dessert, with the only reason we don't suffocate from HEAT STROKE being a magical barrier.”
“Of course it's a problem.” He growled. Anyone with half a mind wouldn't dare to even consider using this as anything but a weapon. Kinks around Delikor were dealt with in a different manner when it came to the expansionary effects magic could have in the body given specific circumstances. Due to being surrounded by a surplus of mana at all times, suckled through the lungs like it was air, it wasn't uncommon for the average citizen around here to be wide in some aspect, especially if they were venturing through the dungeons surrounding. It also wasn't uncommon for someone, unknowing of their own capacity, to light their own fuse and cause havoc among the populace. There was a REASON any and all expansion was kept away from the main city. “We still haven't quite recovered from the last incident.”
“Which one?”
“Which one- THE ONE WHERE TWO HUNDRED BEASTFOLK POPPED A CORK MAYBE?!”
“Ey ey, alright, calm down dude- you don't have to yell. You do realize people are starin’ right?”
He looks around, seeing eyes roaming to him and his buddy. Luckily, they were both masked. He sighs. “You make it extremely difficult to do so, Huiko.” He flicks the leftovers to a random direction. “It's not like I'm against it, but it's a bit early to be trying something incredibly arduous to my people when they've barely got a hold on themselves when it comes to pressure changes.” Especially those within the red-light district. One can't expect the depraved to know their limits when there are a thousand ways to enjoy a size up or two. “Maybe later, when we're a bit closer to a station.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. I might have to remind you friend, we are royalty. We are suppose to keep our figures lean and away from short term sexual gratification in order to serve the kingdom better.”
“Otherwise we'd be in ruin.”
And because he doesn't know what a man might do if given the opportunity to ‘pop the king.’ Not like it would work, but… He'd rather not give anyone the idea that they could take the reigns of the kingdom by spiking his drink or otherwise forcing him in a rather precarious situation. “Tell me you don't have more.” The smile was enough. “Idiot! If anyone snatches it-”
“No one is gonna bother doofus.”
“You don't know that.”
“I do. Even I'm smart enough to realize the effects if I just freely hand it out.”
“You could've fooled me by how quick you were to pull out your newest explosive ‘prank’.”
They scowled. “I'm not stupid.” Ceezaks right eyebrow raised. “Fucking- I'm The Alchemist, Studier Of The Royal Archives. If I was dumb, I wouldn't had made it to my position.”
He probes his drink with a long tongue, slurping a tid bit of whiskey while he listened. “Are you ignoring me?” They were growling. “I swear, you don't take me seriously enough.”
… Is he supposed to? “I take you seriously.”
“No, you don't.”
Oh boy, here we go again. That peach furred idiot is just- “Look, if I have to explain why I don't particularly treat you above your station, of which I put you in, then we'd be here long enough for it to get rowdy.” If it wasn't already becoming so, hearing the gluttonous sounds of simultaneous cheering anc chugging. “I take you seriously enough and that's more than what the others are beginning to think of you.”
“And what exactly do these ‘others’ think of me?”
They sipped into their mug, awaiting an answer. “Do I have to explain it?”
“Yes, I think you do, because I don't think I quite got that last sentence of yours.”
“So repeat it.”
Were they seriously going to- “Look, your standing among my court isn't exactly high,” He sips again, “Especially after the last few incidents regarding you and your… activities.”
“It's how I relieve stress.”
“Yes yes, I do understand that-”
“You clearly don't.”
A vein popped in Ceezaks forehead. “I do. Only difference is that I keep that private between me and whoever I decided to enjoy my time with.” He wasn't mentioning specifics, but they knew who. “You on the other hand have proudly, without respite or respect to the people around us, caused a consecutive amount of havoc to the people surrounding without realizing that you're costing us money.”
“Money?! When has that ever been a problem for you?”
“Just because I'm a g-” He holds his tongue. “Just because I have plenty of mana to spare, does not mean I want to waste my time reviving a thousand different individuals and curing them of their ‘ailments’.”
“It's. Your. Job.”
“It's not. I told you before,” And he'll do so again. “That my people are free, free to do whatever they please, under the direct guidelines enforced by those qualified to do so. For me to fix the failings, for me to remedy situations that should be solved by the people, for the people-”
“It is as though I take a piece of their metaphorical pie.”
“Yeah, you told me that. It's still bullshit.”
“It's not.”
Because if they rely on him too much, if they require him at every moment, every second, to fix minor things that don't pertain to him specifically, he’d not only never have the free time to enjoy himself and some finer company, but he’d leave his people weak, needy. “I don't expect you to understand my doctrine, for its age will always be beyond even yours,” He sips again. “But I do expect you to be smart enough to realize what I'm asking here.”
The blue nosed hyena is already growling. “It's not alot I'm asking here.”
“Yeah yeah, not alot, just asking me to stop enjoying such ‘freedoms’ you've given me.”
“Limit your pranks.”
“Or what?”
… They stared at eachother, eyes locked. Huiko glared, their freshly turned purple maw slowly turning to a smirk. “Come on, say it, say it!” He leaned over the table, exposing their purple sloshing underbelly. “That's what I- what I- I-”
“Boooooourp.”
There it was. “What's- ooourp- What's ooooourp- WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!”
“Now you noticed?”
Seriously, how oblivious can a mammal be? The Hyena glorious body was already a devious shade of purple, sounds of glorping whenever the man decided to make a move. “What the heuuuuuu-'' Gassy. He'd expect less burping from someone slowly being turned, but Ceezak did remember they took a master class in agriculture. “Why-”
“Why what?”
They were already swelling, middle forcing them to lean backwards, cheeks now having already pushed past what the mask could hide. The spread was significantly quicker than what he had seen last time, already slipping past the belly and right into the limbs, skinny arms and legs finding themselves in a blue bind. “When did you-”
“When did I hmm?” Ceezak questioned, still sipping into his light beverage as the burper in question had their body forever clogged beneath the table they sat at, ass over reaching the seat. Echoing, yet muffled bubbling beneath the creature's skin was audible to the hyena, with a steadily increasing hiss to go alongside it. “Could it be that the berry I popped splashed a bit into your drink?”
“I-”
“Or maybe I transferred the effect over to you to experience the same your victims did when you decided to prank one hundred individuals with your own blasted concoction?”
“You-”
Ceezak shrugged. “HELP!” The belching beast yelled to the crowd behind him, earning no attention as he turned slowly into a beach ball. “HELP ME!”
“They can't hear you.”
He made sure of that. “Afterall, a party is only as enjoyable as the members allow it to be~” He winked, snapping his finger's. While their robe slipped further and further up their body, back having long since reached the floor after the bench had whimsically snapped underneath them, they could see the barrier surrounding them both. “You know, I didn't think I'd actually get to enjoy myself these past couple of centuries. It's difficult to do so when your the king.”
It was hard, having to deal with it. Imagine having provided oneself with the imagination and magics to perform a wide variety of self servings that'll spike an evening, only to have the mind to realize that it is neither the time or the place to properly expand. Mind him, he used to delve deep into this kink of his, so much so that his body had became stretchier because of it, even despite the multiple times he had to simply release~ “So much of my time was spent studying, not entirely digging too deeply into the intoxicated feeling of perpetually growing liquids.”
He knocks on the man's stomach, giving the heavily sloshing stomach a proper smack, watching it wobble left and right like a perpetual kinetic energy vector. “Deliciously humongous aren't you?”
“Stop- Take me to a juicing stayuuurop!!”
“I could- I very well could.”
The legs slipped underneath the mass, sinking deep within the ominous orb, cloak long since gone into the flattening chest as they gained height above Ceezak, thick seams of which were making audible riiiiips as the body expanded outwards. “But this is nice~” He propped his hands on both sides of their body, squishing into the still mindful blimp, massaging the heartily fuming sides which barely gave in as he pressed into it. “I mean, come on.”
“Aren't you also enjoying this?”
“NOooOOUUUUUURP!”
The big guy was attempting to move, but… It was far too late for that. The legs, the arms… barely noted besides for a few digits wiggling like worms, thickened into sausages, tail stiffed by nothing more than air as he went to get a feel. And then he pushed the side of his head against the quaking ball. “Hearts beatin’ a bit, making it worse for you overall.” It had a nice rumble to it, shaking the juices inside as air filled the rest up, stirring and then, pumping the tittering pup into blowing up further. “Aww, don't you just look adorable?~”
“FUUUUORP YOU!”
The bug laughs. “Sassy little berry aren't ya?” He pushes against the dog in question, earning a sharp yelp. “Oooh, I see, I do see indeed…”
“S-stop…”
“Oh? Did I hear something?”
He listens in. “Nope, just sloshing and some air.” He backs up a bit, giving Huiko a good look. With the rate they were going at and how far he was stretching the wall between them and the other people… “Well, that does suck.”
“What does?!”
“Well, simply put,” The shield began to slowly close around the two. “As much as I'd love the idea of having you swell until that hide of yours snaps from the pressure building from the inside, I think we both know how big you can typically get.”
Huiko chuckled. “You're not seriouuuuup?!”
“I am.”
“YOU NEED ME!”
The walls began to shift closer. “WAIT, NO, JUST TAKE ME TO A JUICING STATION!” Burps and belches covered the majority of what they wanted to say and… honestly, he would've ignored them anyways. “NO, PLEASE!”
“I told you once and even asked you twice to stop putting people into positions like the one you're in. Now here's what's gonna happen.”
The walls squeezed against them. “You're gonna pop.” He heard a dogs whine, loud pitches of noise ringing in the back of this moths ears. He quickly shuts their mouth close with a magical bind. “Don’t do tha- Wuh oh-”
And instantly backs away and closes the walls. Turns out, when one is dealing with an individual that is both airy and full of raging tides, it's best to leave them alone, lest they become another incident. It wasn't long after he shut that belching beachball up that such an incident would occur. He could hear the man beg to be released, beg to be freed or at the very least, have more room to expand into- But the tears in his body said different and before long, a loud BANG emanated across the tavern. “What was that?” A patreon asked, “Did someone pop a cork or somethin’?”
“Something like that, yes.”
“Epic.”
Epic indeed. He looks to the empty sphere, watching the blue scraps float around the deadly soda-like mixture. “I'll deal with that later.” He snaps his fingers and just like that, the evidence is gone. He grabs ahold of his cloak, wrapping the hood around his head, beginning to walk away. “... That was fun though.”
He'd have to do that again, once he reformed the bastard. Maybe next time, with more room to spare.
It ain't much in comparison to some of my previous work, but I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
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“Is this a joke?”
“It's not!”
“It totally is.”
There is no god damn way it isn't. The moth scoffs at the item, gingerly withholding it from the idiot who decided to show it off. “It's not a joke! It worked well enough on some eager fella looking for a good time!” The hyena yelled, maniacally laughing as he attempted to reach once more for what Ceezak held. “Coooooome Oooooon, giiiiive it baaaaaack!”
“You literally showed me something that'll change the scenery around here and you expect me to give it back so quickly?”
“I mean-”
“Yeah?”
Ceezak bonks them on the head with his hand. “Don't be an idiot.” He holds them down with a hand, carefully inspecting the goods he had been provided. The object in question looked normal enough, but if he gave this berry just a poke- “Dude, not funny.”
“You know this shit shouldn't be out here.”
The moment his claws poked into the spherical fruit, it was like he had cracked an already bursted pipe. Liquid began to flow and flow, with no means of stopping, continually building up pressure within this ‘joke’ until eventually- “Ugh.” It popped. He was quick to cast a shield, separating himself and, a second after, the nervously laughing hyena next to him from the liquid explosion. “You made another?”
“It's a good idea!”
“When was berrying someone ever been a good idea?”
“It looks good~”
“Yes, until they blow apart and spread it to every person within a 1 mile radius.”
“It's more a couple feet-”
“Half my citizens are stretchy enough to make it five and cause a tidal wave.”
“Since when has tidal waves ever been a problem?”
“We're in the MIDDLE of a dessert, with the only reason we don't suffocate from HEAT STROKE being a magical barrier.”
“Of course it's a problem.” He growled. Anyone with half a mind wouldn't dare to even consider using this as anything but a weapon. Kinks around Delikor were dealt with in a different manner when it came to the expansionary effects magic could have in the body given specific circumstances. Due to being surrounded by a surplus of mana at all times, suckled through the lungs like it was air, it wasn't uncommon for the average citizen around here to be wide in some aspect, especially if they were venturing through the dungeons surrounding. It also wasn't uncommon for someone, unknowing of their own capacity, to light their own fuse and cause havoc among the populace. There was a REASON any and all expansion was kept away from the main city. “We still haven't quite recovered from the last incident.”
“Which one?”
“Which one- THE ONE WHERE TWO HUNDRED BEASTFOLK POPPED A CORK MAYBE?!”
“Ey ey, alright, calm down dude- you don't have to yell. You do realize people are starin’ right?”
He looks around, seeing eyes roaming to him and his buddy. Luckily, they were both masked. He sighs. “You make it extremely difficult to do so, Huiko.” He flicks the leftovers to a random direction. “It's not like I'm against it, but it's a bit early to be trying something incredibly arduous to my people when they've barely got a hold on themselves when it comes to pressure changes.” Especially those within the red-light district. One can't expect the depraved to know their limits when there are a thousand ways to enjoy a size up or two. “Maybe later, when we're a bit closer to a station.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. I might have to remind you friend, we are royalty. We are suppose to keep our figures lean and away from short term sexual gratification in order to serve the kingdom better.”
“Otherwise we'd be in ruin.”
And because he doesn't know what a man might do if given the opportunity to ‘pop the king.’ Not like it would work, but… He'd rather not give anyone the idea that they could take the reigns of the kingdom by spiking his drink or otherwise forcing him in a rather precarious situation. “Tell me you don't have more.” The smile was enough. “Idiot! If anyone snatches it-”
“No one is gonna bother doofus.”
“You don't know that.”
“I do. Even I'm smart enough to realize the effects if I just freely hand it out.”
“You could've fooled me by how quick you were to pull out your newest explosive ‘prank’.”
They scowled. “I'm not stupid.” Ceezaks right eyebrow raised. “Fucking- I'm The Alchemist, Studier Of The Royal Archives. If I was dumb, I wouldn't had made it to my position.”
He probes his drink with a long tongue, slurping a tid bit of whiskey while he listened. “Are you ignoring me?” They were growling. “I swear, you don't take me seriously enough.”
… Is he supposed to? “I take you seriously.”
“No, you don't.”
Oh boy, here we go again. That peach furred idiot is just- “Look, if I have to explain why I don't particularly treat you above your station, of which I put you in, then we'd be here long enough for it to get rowdy.” If it wasn't already becoming so, hearing the gluttonous sounds of simultaneous cheering anc chugging. “I take you seriously enough and that's more than what the others are beginning to think of you.”
“And what exactly do these ‘others’ think of me?”
They sipped into their mug, awaiting an answer. “Do I have to explain it?”
“Yes, I think you do, because I don't think I quite got that last sentence of yours.”
“So repeat it.”
Were they seriously going to- “Look, your standing among my court isn't exactly high,” He sips again, “Especially after the last few incidents regarding you and your… activities.”
“It's how I relieve stress.”
“Yes yes, I do understand that-”
“You clearly don't.”
A vein popped in Ceezaks forehead. “I do. Only difference is that I keep that private between me and whoever I decided to enjoy my time with.” He wasn't mentioning specifics, but they knew who. “You on the other hand have proudly, without respite or respect to the people around us, caused a consecutive amount of havoc to the people surrounding without realizing that you're costing us money.”
“Money?! When has that ever been a problem for you?”
“Just because I'm a g-” He holds his tongue. “Just because I have plenty of mana to spare, does not mean I want to waste my time reviving a thousand different individuals and curing them of their ‘ailments’.”
“It's. Your. Job.”
“It's not. I told you before,” And he'll do so again. “That my people are free, free to do whatever they please, under the direct guidelines enforced by those qualified to do so. For me to fix the failings, for me to remedy situations that should be solved by the people, for the people-”
“It is as though I take a piece of their metaphorical pie.”
“Yeah, you told me that. It's still bullshit.”
“It's not.”
Because if they rely on him too much, if they require him at every moment, every second, to fix minor things that don't pertain to him specifically, he’d not only never have the free time to enjoy himself and some finer company, but he’d leave his people weak, needy. “I don't expect you to understand my doctrine, for its age will always be beyond even yours,” He sips again. “But I do expect you to be smart enough to realize what I'm asking here.”
The blue nosed hyena is already growling. “It's not alot I'm asking here.”
“Yeah yeah, not alot, just asking me to stop enjoying such ‘freedoms’ you've given me.”
“Limit your pranks.”
“Or what?”
… They stared at eachother, eyes locked. Huiko glared, their freshly turned purple maw slowly turning to a smirk. “Come on, say it, say it!” He leaned over the table, exposing their purple sloshing underbelly. “That's what I- what I- I-”
“Boooooourp.”
There it was. “What's- ooourp- What's ooooourp- WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!”
“Now you noticed?”
Seriously, how oblivious can a mammal be? The Hyena glorious body was already a devious shade of purple, sounds of glorping whenever the man decided to make a move. “What the heuuuuuu-'' Gassy. He'd expect less burping from someone slowly being turned, but Ceezak did remember they took a master class in agriculture. “Why-”
“Why what?”
They were already swelling, middle forcing them to lean backwards, cheeks now having already pushed past what the mask could hide. The spread was significantly quicker than what he had seen last time, already slipping past the belly and right into the limbs, skinny arms and legs finding themselves in a blue bind. “When did you-”
“When did I hmm?” Ceezak questioned, still sipping into his light beverage as the burper in question had their body forever clogged beneath the table they sat at, ass over reaching the seat. Echoing, yet muffled bubbling beneath the creature's skin was audible to the hyena, with a steadily increasing hiss to go alongside it. “Could it be that the berry I popped splashed a bit into your drink?”
“I-”
“Or maybe I transferred the effect over to you to experience the same your victims did when you decided to prank one hundred individuals with your own blasted concoction?”
“You-”
Ceezak shrugged. “HELP!” The belching beast yelled to the crowd behind him, earning no attention as he turned slowly into a beach ball. “HELP ME!”
“They can't hear you.”
He made sure of that. “Afterall, a party is only as enjoyable as the members allow it to be~” He winked, snapping his finger's. While their robe slipped further and further up their body, back having long since reached the floor after the bench had whimsically snapped underneath them, they could see the barrier surrounding them both. “You know, I didn't think I'd actually get to enjoy myself these past couple of centuries. It's difficult to do so when your the king.”
It was hard, having to deal with it. Imagine having provided oneself with the imagination and magics to perform a wide variety of self servings that'll spike an evening, only to have the mind to realize that it is neither the time or the place to properly expand. Mind him, he used to delve deep into this kink of his, so much so that his body had became stretchier because of it, even despite the multiple times he had to simply release~ “So much of my time was spent studying, not entirely digging too deeply into the intoxicated feeling of perpetually growing liquids.”
He knocks on the man's stomach, giving the heavily sloshing stomach a proper smack, watching it wobble left and right like a perpetual kinetic energy vector. “Deliciously humongous aren't you?”
“Stop- Take me to a juicing stayuuurop!!”
“I could- I very well could.”
The legs slipped underneath the mass, sinking deep within the ominous orb, cloak long since gone into the flattening chest as they gained height above Ceezak, thick seams of which were making audible riiiiips as the body expanded outwards. “But this is nice~” He propped his hands on both sides of their body, squishing into the still mindful blimp, massaging the heartily fuming sides which barely gave in as he pressed into it. “I mean, come on.”
“Aren't you also enjoying this?”
“NOooOOUUUUUURP!”
The big guy was attempting to move, but… It was far too late for that. The legs, the arms… barely noted besides for a few digits wiggling like worms, thickened into sausages, tail stiffed by nothing more than air as he went to get a feel. And then he pushed the side of his head against the quaking ball. “Hearts beatin’ a bit, making it worse for you overall.” It had a nice rumble to it, shaking the juices inside as air filled the rest up, stirring and then, pumping the tittering pup into blowing up further. “Aww, don't you just look adorable?~”
“FUUUUORP YOU!”
The bug laughs. “Sassy little berry aren't ya?” He pushes against the dog in question, earning a sharp yelp. “Oooh, I see, I do see indeed…”
“S-stop…”
“Oh? Did I hear something?”
He listens in. “Nope, just sloshing and some air.” He backs up a bit, giving Huiko a good look. With the rate they were going at and how far he was stretching the wall between them and the other people… “Well, that does suck.”
“What does?!”
“Well, simply put,” The shield began to slowly close around the two. “As much as I'd love the idea of having you swell until that hide of yours snaps from the pressure building from the inside, I think we both know how big you can typically get.”
Huiko chuckled. “You're not seriouuuuup?!”
“I am.”
“YOU NEED ME!”
The walls began to shift closer. “WAIT, NO, JUST TAKE ME TO A JUICING STATION!” Burps and belches covered the majority of what they wanted to say and… honestly, he would've ignored them anyways. “NO, PLEASE!”
“I told you once and even asked you twice to stop putting people into positions like the one you're in. Now here's what's gonna happen.”
The walls squeezed against them. “You're gonna pop.” He heard a dogs whine, loud pitches of noise ringing in the back of this moths ears. He quickly shuts their mouth close with a magical bind. “Don’t do tha- Wuh oh-”
And instantly backs away and closes the walls. Turns out, when one is dealing with an individual that is both airy and full of raging tides, it's best to leave them alone, lest they become another incident. It wasn't long after he shut that belching beachball up that such an incident would occur. He could hear the man beg to be released, beg to be freed or at the very least, have more room to expand into- But the tears in his body said different and before long, a loud BANG emanated across the tavern. “What was that?” A patreon asked, “Did someone pop a cork or somethin’?”
“Something like that, yes.”
“Epic.”
Epic indeed. He looks to the empty sphere, watching the blue scraps float around the deadly soda-like mixture. “I'll deal with that later.” He snaps his fingers and just like that, the evidence is gone. He grabs ahold of his cloak, wrapping the hood around his head, beginning to walk away. “... That was fun though.”
He'd have to do that again, once he reformed the bastard. Maybe next time, with more room to spare.
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