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A short time after https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59604947/ ...
There was some prep work to do first before venturing into the PvP arena. First, fashion. A new secret class should still look its best, especially with his planned explosive debut. A quick stop to his player home saw several transmog devices spent on his Mage fashion. Thank goodness magic classes share cosmetics, he mused. The feline equipped his flowing red robes with glee; now THIS was some proper attire, much better than that 'trainee in trainers' shirt. It was important to keep the pacifier and wand ornaments though, else he wasn't quite selling 'Poofmancer.'
Second? Waiting for the right opponent. He needed to humble someone, not just volunteer a random victim. It was about gravitas. And he knew just who to target. Draconayr the Reaper was a menace, dominating most who faced him. He was a known grump and sourpuss, earning a reputation in the PvP arena for picking fights he knew he could win... which almost always meant he targeted lower level players. The Reaper didn’t know what he was in for... at least, 30 minutes from now when he'd log on.
In the meantime, Jordan practiced his rotation on a training dummy in his room. "One, two... no that's not right. Bing, bang, boom... wait. Can I chain-" Jordan mumbled.
If he wanted to humiliate Draco, he couldn't let the Reaper get off a single attack. At level 10, he'd be decimated by a single ability. And with his- grumble- Diaper Dependency at max, if he leaned too hard into damaging spells he'd KO Draco without achieving his real win condition of forcing a reclass. Which, what a hell of a statement. Draco was level 56 according to his public stats, and this level 10 class could quickly chew through all that health? Absolutely absurd!
He glanced at the clock. It was about time. One more practice rotation then. He'd open with Pacify, disrupting the Reaper's "Eager Edge" opener. No marks-for-death today. Then, Nourishing Bottle to buy 4 seconds. From there, he could chain-cast Padded Protection into Powder Blast since the latter was an at-will spell. It was barely enough time to prevent Draco from landing an attack and being forcefully recast... just barely. Due to the 'true time logic' system, his last attack wouldn't count at all if he was downed before it landed, and that would mean no reclass.
Jordan took a deep breath. No pressure! Time to show off how stupid this class was.
---
Draco was already gloating over a defeated player by the time Jordan found him in the field. He didn't need to taunt, but it was still hard to wipe the smug grin off Jordan's face.
"Erhem. Hey you! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
Draco turned around and rolled his eyes. "They always say that, when they're half my si- what in the world are you wearing. PFT. Is that a DIAPER?!" Draco started chuckling.
"Hm?" Jordan blinked. He'd been so focused on this whole charade that he forgotten he had his poofy posterior on display for everyone to see. He huffed. "It... sure is!"
"Didn't know they allowed shared mods! You're goin' down pipsqueak." Draco summoned his scythe.
"Well it's not a mod- oh I'm sure you'd like that huh!"
Much as Jordan wanted to open with an immediate attack, he knew he'd have to wait. Draco raised his scythe, channeling purple energy into the blade. Wait for it... The Reaper leapt off the ground and lunged toward him, shrouded in purple energy.
NOW! Jordan raised his wand quickly. ZIP!
Draco tumbled past Jordan, flipping in the air and landing back on his feet. He tugged on the newfound pacifier in his mouth a few times before it finally popped out. "Wh-What the hell?!"
"Silence effect! It's pretty nice." Jordan twirled his wand in a taunt, before flicking out a Nourishing Bottle.
Draco leaned to juke with his With Shadows ability, but he should have known better. With Shadows only evaded damaging attacks... which Nourishing Bottle was not. The 'mmph?!' of shock spoke for itself.
4... 3...
Jordan concentrated his next spell into his wand. Padded Protection was not a quick cast. Remember to flick again, remember to flick again... this all fails if I don't cast Powder Blast.
2... 1...
Draco popped the bottle out of his mouth and growled, leaping to land a Finishing Cleave. Just... enough... time... to...
POMPF POOF!
With a wave of his wand, the deed was sealed. Draco squealed in surprise as he hung in the air, his momentum canceled as the reclass fanfare began.
CLASS CHANGED TO: POOFMANCER!
LEVEL RESET TO 1
REACH LEVEL 10 TO CHANGE CLASS!
"I-Is that a diaper!? Equipment locked? ...Wait, why did my class change?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" He clung to his scythe even as it vanished into his inventory. His edgy black robes vanished, replaced by a purple shirt that read a familiar 'trainee in trainers.' And squarely on his waist? A nice, thick, poofy diaper with an empty XP bar.
"Hah! You're just a little Poofmancer now!" Jordan announced with glee. "Enjoy your TEN-LEVEL tutorial, you big bully!~"
"That's not fair! Hacker!!"
"All's fair in love and war! You still wanna take me on now?" Jordan brandished his wand, looming over the former-Reaper on the floor. His enemy tag loomed overhead, intimidating Draco with his whole 9 levels of advantage...
The dragon growled and scrambled to get onto his feet. "You bet I wi-"
Draco wasn't even standing by the time Jordan's lazily cast Powder Blast knocked out Draco's health.
"Yada yada. Welcome to the club buddy. The diapers? They're permanent. Well, until we hit level 35 anyway... or that's what the hearsay is."
Draco sputtered, incredulous. A look of shock and horror was plastered on his face.
Oh, wait. A brainwave. Perhaps this could be more than public humiliation... "...So! How about we power level this stupid class together and get out of these dumb diapers?" Jordan offered a paw.
Draco took the paw and heaved himself up, his health restoring as he was revived. "Grumble grumble grumble..."
The Luxray cocked an eyebrow. "What was that? Speak up, your mic's not working."
"...Yeah sure I guess."
"Great!" The feline rubbed his paws together. "So, we'll want to-"
"How did you do all that anyway?! What kind of busted as hell class is that- uh, this!"
Jordan sighed. His new protégé had to be caught up to speed, right. "So, if you open up your information booklet and check the notification..."
Another post I eagerly wanted to share out of order because it's new, beautiful, fun, and thematically appropriate. Finally got my Luxray in some Shiro art... and I'm eager for more. I'm also eager to make Poofmancer the main class of the entire server. >;3 Help me make that happen, won't you?~
Featuring
conairthedragon !
Artist:
catmonkshiro
Original post: none (yet)
Original date: 5/26/2025
There was some prep work to do first before venturing into the PvP arena. First, fashion. A new secret class should still look its best, especially with his planned explosive debut. A quick stop to his player home saw several transmog devices spent on his Mage fashion. Thank goodness magic classes share cosmetics, he mused. The feline equipped his flowing red robes with glee; now THIS was some proper attire, much better than that 'trainee in trainers' shirt. It was important to keep the pacifier and wand ornaments though, else he wasn't quite selling 'Poofmancer.'
Second? Waiting for the right opponent. He needed to humble someone, not just volunteer a random victim. It was about gravitas. And he knew just who to target. Draconayr the Reaper was a menace, dominating most who faced him. He was a known grump and sourpuss, earning a reputation in the PvP arena for picking fights he knew he could win... which almost always meant he targeted lower level players. The Reaper didn’t know what he was in for... at least, 30 minutes from now when he'd log on.
In the meantime, Jordan practiced his rotation on a training dummy in his room. "One, two... no that's not right. Bing, bang, boom... wait. Can I chain-" Jordan mumbled.
If he wanted to humiliate Draco, he couldn't let the Reaper get off a single attack. At level 10, he'd be decimated by a single ability. And with his- grumble- Diaper Dependency at max, if he leaned too hard into damaging spells he'd KO Draco without achieving his real win condition of forcing a reclass. Which, what a hell of a statement. Draco was level 56 according to his public stats, and this level 10 class could quickly chew through all that health? Absolutely absurd!
He glanced at the clock. It was about time. One more practice rotation then. He'd open with Pacify, disrupting the Reaper's "Eager Edge" opener. No marks-for-death today. Then, Nourishing Bottle to buy 4 seconds. From there, he could chain-cast Padded Protection into Powder Blast since the latter was an at-will spell. It was barely enough time to prevent Draco from landing an attack and being forcefully recast... just barely. Due to the 'true time logic' system, his last attack wouldn't count at all if he was downed before it landed, and that would mean no reclass.
Jordan took a deep breath. No pressure! Time to show off how stupid this class was.
---
Draco was already gloating over a defeated player by the time Jordan found him in the field. He didn't need to taunt, but it was still hard to wipe the smug grin off Jordan's face.
"Erhem. Hey you! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
Draco turned around and rolled his eyes. "They always say that, when they're half my si- what in the world are you wearing. PFT. Is that a DIAPER?!" Draco started chuckling.
"Hm?" Jordan blinked. He'd been so focused on this whole charade that he forgotten he had his poofy posterior on display for everyone to see. He huffed. "It... sure is!"
"Didn't know they allowed shared mods! You're goin' down pipsqueak." Draco summoned his scythe.
"Well it's not a mod- oh I'm sure you'd like that huh!"
Much as Jordan wanted to open with an immediate attack, he knew he'd have to wait. Draco raised his scythe, channeling purple energy into the blade. Wait for it... The Reaper leapt off the ground and lunged toward him, shrouded in purple energy.
NOW! Jordan raised his wand quickly. ZIP!
Draco tumbled past Jordan, flipping in the air and landing back on his feet. He tugged on the newfound pacifier in his mouth a few times before it finally popped out. "Wh-What the hell?!"
"Silence effect! It's pretty nice." Jordan twirled his wand in a taunt, before flicking out a Nourishing Bottle.
Draco leaned to juke with his With Shadows ability, but he should have known better. With Shadows only evaded damaging attacks... which Nourishing Bottle was not. The 'mmph?!' of shock spoke for itself.
4... 3...
Jordan concentrated his next spell into his wand. Padded Protection was not a quick cast. Remember to flick again, remember to flick again... this all fails if I don't cast Powder Blast.
2... 1...
Draco popped the bottle out of his mouth and growled, leaping to land a Finishing Cleave. Just... enough... time... to...
POMPF POOF!
With a wave of his wand, the deed was sealed. Draco squealed in surprise as he hung in the air, his momentum canceled as the reclass fanfare began.
CLASS CHANGED TO: POOFMANCER!
LEVEL RESET TO 1
REACH LEVEL 10 TO CHANGE CLASS!
"I-Is that a diaper!? Equipment locked? ...Wait, why did my class change?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" He clung to his scythe even as it vanished into his inventory. His edgy black robes vanished, replaced by a purple shirt that read a familiar 'trainee in trainers.' And squarely on his waist? A nice, thick, poofy diaper with an empty XP bar.
"Hah! You're just a little Poofmancer now!" Jordan announced with glee. "Enjoy your TEN-LEVEL tutorial, you big bully!~"
"That's not fair! Hacker!!"
"All's fair in love and war! You still wanna take me on now?" Jordan brandished his wand, looming over the former-Reaper on the floor. His enemy tag loomed overhead, intimidating Draco with his whole 9 levels of advantage...
The dragon growled and scrambled to get onto his feet. "You bet I wi-"
Draco wasn't even standing by the time Jordan's lazily cast Powder Blast knocked out Draco's health.
"Yada yada. Welcome to the club buddy. The diapers? They're permanent. Well, until we hit level 35 anyway... or that's what the hearsay is."
Draco sputtered, incredulous. A look of shock and horror was plastered on his face.
Oh, wait. A brainwave. Perhaps this could be more than public humiliation... "...So! How about we power level this stupid class together and get out of these dumb diapers?" Jordan offered a paw.
Draco took the paw and heaved himself up, his health restoring as he was revived. "Grumble grumble grumble..."
The Luxray cocked an eyebrow. "What was that? Speak up, your mic's not working."
"...Yeah sure I guess."
"Great!" The feline rubbed his paws together. "So, we'll want to-"
"How did you do all that anyway?! What kind of busted as hell class is that- uh, this!"
Jordan sighed. His new protégé had to be caught up to speed, right. "So, if you open up your information booklet and check the notification..."
Another post I eagerly wanted to share out of order because it's new, beautiful, fun, and thematically appropriate. Finally got my Luxray in some Shiro art... and I'm eager for more. I'm also eager to make Poofmancer the main class of the entire server. >;3 Help me make that happen, won't you?~
Featuring
conairthedragon !Artist:
catmonkshiroOriginal post: none (yet)
Original date: 5/26/2025
Category Artwork (Digital) / ABDL
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 2169 x 1698px
File Size 650.5 kB
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