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From ocean rise and cloudbank form,
From mountain spring and rainfall storm,
From river flow and life be born,
Water, water, froth and foam!
T-Bone and I both very much enjoy FF XIV and we cannot help but ponder up very silly ideas in the setting.
Here is another one of them.
Other FFXIV inspired tales can be found over here, over there, somewhere around there, and here, and there.
Art by T-Bone
“Kweh kweh, kweh kweh, kweh kweh kwehhh!” Wings tossed out to her sides Wednesday couldn't help but giggle every time she sang aloud the end of the incantation.
Lips pulled flat, and bags forming under his eyes, Terry gently shooshed his Chocobo companion. ”You know better than to tease you know who!” he worriedly whispered.
“Kweh kwehhhhhhhh,” Wednesday shot back with a dismissive raspberry and swish of her tail feathers.
The draconic Paladin's greaves clanked noisily against the tiled floors of Alzadaal's Legacy as he repeatedly tossed fearful looks over his armored shoulders. “It is not fine!”
“Kweh!”
Slouching forward, and head held low, Terry dragged out a weary sigh as they paraded past Thavnair's treasure vaults. Piles of gold, goblets, and gems sat stacked from the floors to the ceiling. Bathed in an enchanting otherworldly glow the dragon still struggled to make sense of their sidequest gone sideways.
A treasure map of questionable repute had led him and Wednesday both to what ought to have been an uninhabited island off the coast of Thavnair. To their surprise monsters and machina alike fiercely stood guard over teleportals leading deep beneath the waters of the Bounty and to submerged vaults housing riches beyond their wildest dreams! Forcing their way through to the innermost sanctum they found a treasure most macabre. A dimensional tear, meticulously maintained and well hidden, into the Void itself.
Upon stuffing their pockets beyond bursting and just as they were about to vacate the premises richer than they ever dare dreamed to coordinate with their compatriots on how to proceed from there... the duo were made all too aware of the fact they had accidentally broken and entered into their host nation's holdings. And would be expected to repair and recoup the damages done to the security. “How were we supposed to know?” Terry quietly grimaced to himself.
“Kweh kweh kweh!” taunted the Chocobo as she sidled up alongside Terry.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT,” he spat. Pulling out his pockets, the Paladin flicked what few coins were still rattling around his pockets back into the obscene piles of wealth. All that said though... it hadn't been a total wash. The Scions of the Seventh Dawn, and Y'shtola in particular, had taken a pointed interest in the portal. Inviting herself into the depths she summoned a fleet of familiars to explore the Void on their behalf via an invocation of eld...
That she then swore Wednesday and Terry both to expunge from their memory. Crafted when she was but a wee kitten of an apprentice under the esteemed Master Matoya the verbal components of her spell had, in the Scion's humble opinion, aged... poorly. And she would not have them repeated aloud.
“Kweh kweh, kweh kweh, kweh kweh kweh!” Wednesday eeheed with a stamp of her taloned feet.
“You won't hear me speaking, much less thinking, that!” Terry shuddered.
“Kweh kweh?” the yellow feathered bird asked with a cock of her head.
“Because!” the dragon wildly gesticulated. “Y'shtola doesn't make threats, she makes-”
“Promises,” a silky smooth voice haughtily hummed and finished for him. “Which a certain someone seems ill inclined to keep.”
Razor sharp teeth clenched tight, and practically jumping out of his armor, Terry swallowed down a shriek.
A familiar light furred feline, her eyes a milky white, noisily padded up behind them. Her broad and heavy paws clapped heavily against the tiled floor as she made her entrance all too obvious. “Hello to you, Warrior of Light,” she playfully purred whilst she sashayed past the Paladin with a playful bump of her hips.
“K-k-kweh!” chirped the Chocobo as she forced a smile and timidly waved at the sharply dressed sorceress.
“...And to you as well, Wednesday,” Y'shtola hummed. Clad in a flowing black robe, the low and exposed neckline wreathed with feathers stretching down to her bosom, the Scion sharply cracked the base of her staff against the vault floor. “Since you so enjoyed my earlier incantation,” she trailed off as wisps of aether burned off her eyes, “I would be all too happy to oblige you with another.”
“Kweh kweh?” Wednesday said with a shiver as she side-eyed her erstwhile companion. To her dismay, Terry held up his hands in defeat and limply shrugged in response.
“Until this creature prostrates and atones,” Y'shtola sweetly sang as she twirled about in place. Padded toes brushing along the tiles, and rising into the air, the Scion held her staff out before her as the crystalline core atop it glowered with ominous energies. “Shrink her down to sights unknown!”
“KWEH!” Letting our a shrill squawk, her limbs locking up against her lithe frame, Wednesday wailed when what felt like a vice grip ensnared her. A pulvering pressure, roughly kneading at every inch of her feathery frame, compacted and compressed her once lanky frame. With every panicked breath the world around her violently whirled in place.
One moment she was eye level with Y'shtola.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
The next she was straining her neck to meet her fellow Scion's gaze. Teeth poking out from between her lips, and tail contentedly swishing behind her, Y'shtola playfully pretended not to hear Wednesday's half-hearted jokes and insincere apologies.
“Kwehhhhhhhhhh!” Wednesday whined and pouted as she turned to a now towering Terry. Standing on her tippy talons, and frantically waving her feathery arms above her head, she pleaded into the underside of his chin.
“...We both know you're only sorry you got caught,” the dragon sheepishly mumbled while he rubbed at the back of his horned head.
“KWEH!” Uneasily ambling to and fro, her stomach lurching up into her throat, Wednesday struggled to fill her lungs as the ground rushed up to meet her. Feelings of vertigo wracked her brain as the most minute gaps in the floor magnified. Blemished imperfections she could barely feel underfoot became pronounced bumps, then mounds, then hills before-
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Before Y'shtola's caravan sized toes slammed down before her. Clambering away on her hands and talons, Wednesday flapped her wings to no avail as a shadow came to swallow her whole. The rib rattling creaks of the Scion's tendons and tensed muscles roared in the Chocobo's ears when Y'shtola dropped to a crouch and reached out for her.
“KWEH!” Talons unable to so much as pierce her padded fingertip, her scaly toes sinking into the growing grooves lining the leathery expanse, Wednesday clenched her teeth as she valiantly tried to hold back the sky blotting digit bearing down on her from above.
Pimching the bitty bird between her fingers, Y'shtola rose to her feet with a chuckle. “I cannot help but notice I have yet to hear anything approximating an apology,” cooed the cat.
“KWEH KWEH KWEH!”
“Wednesday!” gasped the dragon.
“Quite the attitude on this one, Warrior of Light.” Eyes half-lidded, Y'shtola relished the opportunity to put the cocksure Chocobo in her place. “I do believe another incantation is in order.”
“Wednesdayyyyyyyy,” Terry all but pleaded her to apologize.
Clearing her throat, free hand cupped close to her maw, Y'shtola clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Aether that calls this Chocobo home...”
“Kweh?” Shrinking even further still, Wednesday chirped as visible streams of magic seeped off of her form and padded out the feline's thickening fingers.
“Yield to me every drop she owns!”
GLRNNNNNNNNNNN
Not so subtly inching up and out, Y'shtola purred as she ravenously wrung every drop of magic there was to be out of Wednesday. Thread by thread the neckline of her robe stretched apart and distended while her ballooning breasts noisily churned. Bigger and bigger and bigger she billowed out and up all while Wednesday barely became but a blip in her eyes. “My, my, you are just a fountain of aether!” Y'shtola's husky voice pulsed through the Chocobo like peals of thunder.
GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORP
Plush continued to pile onto the sorceress as she found herself forced to straighten her posture and adjust her footing. Her once petite assets had come to dwarf her own head in size and showed no signs stopping.
“Kweh! Kweh kweh kwehhhhhhh!” As Y'shtola anted up the pressure the individual wrinkles in the Scion's padded digits stretched out into labyrinthian walls before the bird.
“I'm still swelling and you're just about out of size for me to take...” Y'shtola hummed. Warmth, intoxicating and enervating, filled the Scion while aether continued to pool into her pillowy breasts. Shifting ever so slightly, her hand held out above her cavernous cleavage stretching her robe impossibly taut, the Scion flashed a smile. “Unless my fingers were to slip that is,” she said as her digits began to pull apart.
From mountain spring and rainfall storm,
From river flow and life be born,
Water, water, froth and foam!
T-Bone and I both very much enjoy FF XIV and we cannot help but ponder up very silly ideas in the setting.Here is another one of them.
Other FFXIV inspired tales can be found over here, over there, somewhere around there, and here, and there.
Art by
T-Bone“Kweh kweh, kweh kweh, kweh kweh kwehhh!” Wings tossed out to her sides Wednesday couldn't help but giggle every time she sang aloud the end of the incantation.
Lips pulled flat, and bags forming under his eyes, Terry gently shooshed his Chocobo companion. ”You know better than to tease you know who!” he worriedly whispered.
“Kweh kwehhhhhhhh,” Wednesday shot back with a dismissive raspberry and swish of her tail feathers.
The draconic Paladin's greaves clanked noisily against the tiled floors of Alzadaal's Legacy as he repeatedly tossed fearful looks over his armored shoulders. “It is not fine!”
“Kweh!”
Slouching forward, and head held low, Terry dragged out a weary sigh as they paraded past Thavnair's treasure vaults. Piles of gold, goblets, and gems sat stacked from the floors to the ceiling. Bathed in an enchanting otherworldly glow the dragon still struggled to make sense of their sidequest gone sideways.
A treasure map of questionable repute had led him and Wednesday both to what ought to have been an uninhabited island off the coast of Thavnair. To their surprise monsters and machina alike fiercely stood guard over teleportals leading deep beneath the waters of the Bounty and to submerged vaults housing riches beyond their wildest dreams! Forcing their way through to the innermost sanctum they found a treasure most macabre. A dimensional tear, meticulously maintained and well hidden, into the Void itself.
Upon stuffing their pockets beyond bursting and just as they were about to vacate the premises richer than they ever dare dreamed to coordinate with their compatriots on how to proceed from there... the duo were made all too aware of the fact they had accidentally broken and entered into their host nation's holdings. And would be expected to repair and recoup the damages done to the security. “How were we supposed to know?” Terry quietly grimaced to himself.
“Kweh kweh kweh!” taunted the Chocobo as she sidled up alongside Terry.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT,” he spat. Pulling out his pockets, the Paladin flicked what few coins were still rattling around his pockets back into the obscene piles of wealth. All that said though... it hadn't been a total wash. The Scions of the Seventh Dawn, and Y'shtola in particular, had taken a pointed interest in the portal. Inviting herself into the depths she summoned a fleet of familiars to explore the Void on their behalf via an invocation of eld...
That she then swore Wednesday and Terry both to expunge from their memory. Crafted when she was but a wee kitten of an apprentice under the esteemed Master Matoya the verbal components of her spell had, in the Scion's humble opinion, aged... poorly. And she would not have them repeated aloud.
“Kweh kweh, kweh kweh, kweh kweh kweh!” Wednesday eeheed with a stamp of her taloned feet.
“You won't hear me speaking, much less thinking, that!” Terry shuddered.
“Kweh kweh?” the yellow feathered bird asked with a cock of her head.
“Because!” the dragon wildly gesticulated. “Y'shtola doesn't make threats, she makes-”
“Promises,” a silky smooth voice haughtily hummed and finished for him. “Which a certain someone seems ill inclined to keep.”
Razor sharp teeth clenched tight, and practically jumping out of his armor, Terry swallowed down a shriek.
A familiar light furred feline, her eyes a milky white, noisily padded up behind them. Her broad and heavy paws clapped heavily against the tiled floor as she made her entrance all too obvious. “Hello to you, Warrior of Light,” she playfully purred whilst she sashayed past the Paladin with a playful bump of her hips.
“K-k-kweh!” chirped the Chocobo as she forced a smile and timidly waved at the sharply dressed sorceress.
“...And to you as well, Wednesday,” Y'shtola hummed. Clad in a flowing black robe, the low and exposed neckline wreathed with feathers stretching down to her bosom, the Scion sharply cracked the base of her staff against the vault floor. “Since you so enjoyed my earlier incantation,” she trailed off as wisps of aether burned off her eyes, “I would be all too happy to oblige you with another.”
“Kweh kweh?” Wednesday said with a shiver as she side-eyed her erstwhile companion. To her dismay, Terry held up his hands in defeat and limply shrugged in response.
“Until this creature prostrates and atones,” Y'shtola sweetly sang as she twirled about in place. Padded toes brushing along the tiles, and rising into the air, the Scion held her staff out before her as the crystalline core atop it glowered with ominous energies. “Shrink her down to sights unknown!”
“KWEH!” Letting our a shrill squawk, her limbs locking up against her lithe frame, Wednesday wailed when what felt like a vice grip ensnared her. A pulvering pressure, roughly kneading at every inch of her feathery frame, compacted and compressed her once lanky frame. With every panicked breath the world around her violently whirled in place.
One moment she was eye level with Y'shtola.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
The next she was straining her neck to meet her fellow Scion's gaze. Teeth poking out from between her lips, and tail contentedly swishing behind her, Y'shtola playfully pretended not to hear Wednesday's half-hearted jokes and insincere apologies.
“Kwehhhhhhhhhh!” Wednesday whined and pouted as she turned to a now towering Terry. Standing on her tippy talons, and frantically waving her feathery arms above her head, she pleaded into the underside of his chin.
“...We both know you're only sorry you got caught,” the dragon sheepishly mumbled while he rubbed at the back of his horned head.
“KWEH!” Uneasily ambling to and fro, her stomach lurching up into her throat, Wednesday struggled to fill her lungs as the ground rushed up to meet her. Feelings of vertigo wracked her brain as the most minute gaps in the floor magnified. Blemished imperfections she could barely feel underfoot became pronounced bumps, then mounds, then hills before-
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Before Y'shtola's caravan sized toes slammed down before her. Clambering away on her hands and talons, Wednesday flapped her wings to no avail as a shadow came to swallow her whole. The rib rattling creaks of the Scion's tendons and tensed muscles roared in the Chocobo's ears when Y'shtola dropped to a crouch and reached out for her.
“KWEH!” Talons unable to so much as pierce her padded fingertip, her scaly toes sinking into the growing grooves lining the leathery expanse, Wednesday clenched her teeth as she valiantly tried to hold back the sky blotting digit bearing down on her from above.
Pimching the bitty bird between her fingers, Y'shtola rose to her feet with a chuckle. “I cannot help but notice I have yet to hear anything approximating an apology,” cooed the cat.
“KWEH KWEH KWEH!”
“Wednesday!” gasped the dragon.
“Quite the attitude on this one, Warrior of Light.” Eyes half-lidded, Y'shtola relished the opportunity to put the cocksure Chocobo in her place. “I do believe another incantation is in order.”
“Wednesdayyyyyyyy,” Terry all but pleaded her to apologize.
Clearing her throat, free hand cupped close to her maw, Y'shtola clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Aether that calls this Chocobo home...”
“Kweh?” Shrinking even further still, Wednesday chirped as visible streams of magic seeped off of her form and padded out the feline's thickening fingers.
“Yield to me every drop she owns!”
GLRNNNNNNNNNNN
Not so subtly inching up and out, Y'shtola purred as she ravenously wrung every drop of magic there was to be out of Wednesday. Thread by thread the neckline of her robe stretched apart and distended while her ballooning breasts noisily churned. Bigger and bigger and bigger she billowed out and up all while Wednesday barely became but a blip in her eyes. “My, my, you are just a fountain of aether!” Y'shtola's husky voice pulsed through the Chocobo like peals of thunder.
GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORP
Plush continued to pile onto the sorceress as she found herself forced to straighten her posture and adjust her footing. Her once petite assets had come to dwarf her own head in size and showed no signs stopping.
“Kweh! Kweh kweh kwehhhhhhh!” As Y'shtola anted up the pressure the individual wrinkles in the Scion's padded digits stretched out into labyrinthian walls before the bird.
“I'm still swelling and you're just about out of size for me to take...” Y'shtola hummed. Warmth, intoxicating and enervating, filled the Scion while aether continued to pool into her pillowy breasts. Shifting ever so slightly, her hand held out above her cavernous cleavage stretching her robe impossibly taut, the Scion flashed a smile. “Unless my fingers were to slip that is,” she said as her digits began to pull apart.
Category All / Macro / Micro
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