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Cake for the Catboy
One bite couldn’t hurt, right? Master surely wouldn’t miss one bite, would she?
Rori wanted to say the thought justified the way he longingly stared at the three-tiered marvel. It was a simple affair, white frosting all over the outside with alternating purple and golden icing lining the upper and lower corners of each level. Master, or Cake as he so often heard her referred to as, had some kind of celebration coming up. She was out for the morning, but the other guy who lived with her had brought in the delectable monstrosity shortly afterwards. It was easily taller than the blonde little catboy. And if he had to guess, it was wider, too. Once there was a point where he wouldn’t have questioned the possibility, but ever since he’d shown up, Master had been more than generous in seeing to it that he was glutted regularly.
Not that it had really curbed his tendencies for snacking. If anything, it just made his usual habits worse, because he started needing more t
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The Portal
Hi there. Let me guess: you, like so many before you, are wondering how I got so massive in just a few years, aren’t you? Don’t look so surprised. A little mind-reading is a parlor trick for even the most novice of actual magicians. Of course, I didn’t need to take a peek, not when you’re wearing that familiar, gawking expression. You know, that look of utter disbelief that that wisp of a girl you knew suddenly reappearing at two, maybe three times her size deserves.  It’s not a look to be embarrassed about. Honestly, my size is one of the easiest of the changes I’ve experienced to get used to. But back to the question on your mind. How did I get so fat?
Well, I suppose that you already know that unlike some “magicians” out there who only perform with optical illusions, sleight of hand and other gimmicks, I’m one of the few individuals in the show business that’s the real deal. I remember seeing you at one of my shows bef
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At the End of the Day
Another day, another unfortunately long day at work. You let the door to your girlfriend’s place click shut as quietly as you could. There were a number of things to be said for being with her, the collective hours saved driving from her house to your job instead of from your dingy old apartment, and the affections that she was so fond of lavishing on you where before you just had a few empty rooms. Most guys you knew would’ve probably been dissatisfied with a relationship where they weren’t the breadwinner. You weren’t so against it, since what you brought to the relationship compared to what she did didn’t matter nearly as much as whether or not the both of you were happy. That wasn’t to say you didn’t want to be able to do more for her. She was fairly well-off from the moment she’d left school, as you understood, and she kept things flowing for herself through sound investments and a lot of freelance work utilizing her voice and enthus
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Grooming
“Ready, Sakuya?” I shook my shoulders, loosening them up just a bit. I was going to need it.
“Please, shouldn’t I be the one asking that question?” Where I was squaring up my stance, she was simply letting herself sway in place, shifting herself fluidly while giving me no indication how she was going to tackle this. I didn’t let the relaxation of her posture fool me, though. Her fuzzy, rounded, white ears were perked up atop her head. We hadn’t even begun, and she was already on her guard. The pale braid of her long hair mimicked the serpentine motions of her thin tail, a little pair of pendulums behind her as one calm breath followed another.
“Then in three…” I exhaled, steadying myself. I knew she was far more agile than me, so I needed to fixate on her movement to defend myself appropriately. A breeze caught my t-shirt, whipping the hem in the same direction as the unkempt grass and the boughs above us.
“Two…
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Roommates
Some mornings, it was rather hard to tell if it was a good thing to be both poorly off financially and cheap as fuck, or bad. This was one such morning. At worst, you had to wake up a couple hours early to make it to a frankly shitty job that didn’t pay its workers nearly what they deserved for the things they put up with. Honestly, it could’ve been half an hour beforehand were it not for the individual who helped you make rent every month. By virtue of the fact that neither of you really had enough to spare, the apartment you’d rented was a single-bed affair. And unfortunately, your roommate was a very heavy sleeper, in more ways than one. Pleasant company though the scaled girl might’ve been, the simple fact of how much she habitually tossed and turned in her sleep was quite problematic, when so often she ended up either partially or entirely atop you. This presented issues in two ways. Firstly, she had a solid foot and a half of height on you, and was a littl
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Their Secret
“Come on, Claire! Hurry up, already. We both need this, and he’ll probably be back within an hour.”
A sliver of space between the boards acted as a peephole for you, allowing you to see your sister Bessy rather impatiently pulling your other sister into the barn. You’d caught them in a similar situation a few times over the last couple of weeks; the first being shortly after you had finished cleaning up in there. When you had checked later, nothing seemed different, which got you wondering what they might’ve been up to. As the youngest of the three, fresh out of high school, the direction your thoughts took things was rather predictable for any boy your age, though you felt a bit pressed to believe that the reality would live up to your imaginings. Bessy had a habit of picking up guys at the local gym every other week, the rapid change of “friends” apparently driven by how quickly she’d make them feel uncomfortably self-conscious. Claire,
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The Fighter
"Oh, gods damn it."
That frustratingly smug chuckle I'd grown used to over the years rang out once more in mockery of my efforts. My owner, such as he was, was impossibly arrogant. I had been able to see it in him from the moment we met. The problem was, his arrogance was vindicated by skill. He had acquired me, rather insultingly, as a joke. Why not take a sword that cursed its wielder with bad luck, he had asked, then boasting that all I would do in a fight was make things a little less one-sided. Much to my chagrin, he wasn't wrong. Challengers came and went, believing that maybe this time they stood a chance. And for every man or woman that dared, he added another victory to his seemingly flawless reputation. It was only a year or two after he had attained me that I decided he was due to be taken down from his high horse. That first time was possibly the greatest of my regrets.
I had assumed the form of a tender young woman that he kept a picture of in a locket. I'd seen him look f
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The Huntress
“Come on. Wake up.”
A pair of hands gripped my shirt near the shoulders, shaking me very insistently but achieving little more than causing my head to tilt to one side. It took a moment for my eyes to focus on my surroundings as they opened, lengthy walls of brown and black defining themselves into carefully woven together boughs of trees. The ceiling was little different, though with holes placed at irregular intervals letting sunlight stream in. Beneath me, the floor felt of slightly coarse but soft fibers, not unlike the feeling of the fur of a cat or dog. But possibly most important of all was what, or rather who, was directly over me.
At first glance, most definitely a woman. A heavy tan said plenty of a preference for being outdoors, the sewn together furs of several animals said huntress, but curiously they were arranged rather scantily and in such a fashion as to be better described as provocative. Complimenting her bronzed complexion were a couple simple tattoos, t
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The Stray
I awoke to a plush, carpeted floor against my side. Not linoleum, the recognizable smoothed texture of my floor plenty familiar from all the times I rolled out of bed quite literally. Nor was this the covering upon my floor a few feet from my bed, this was too luxurious, to fine compared to the coarse and shortened fibers which I owned. Still groggy, for I couldn't have slept for more than four hours judging by the feel of it, I propped myself upon my elbow as my other thumb and forefinger rubbed gently at my eyes. The alien nature of the room was only further confirmed as I gained awareness by visual observation. It looked old. Older than even medieval castles I had visited when on a brief tour of Spain. The walls were plain stone, though decor was carved in in certain places. A fireplace here, pillars there. The rest was elaborate tapestry and curtains, varnished wood decor, and of course the rug on which I lay.
I could vaguely see the first vestiges of the sun on the horizon, unsure
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Turnabout and Unfair Play pt. 2
The sharp, sudden series of knocks startled Lucian from the food-filled haze he was in. Holly had finished up a feeding session half an hour earlier, leaving her prey and partner insensate with a vast array of meats and cheeses. The wolf girl’s departure from the house to re-stock the poor boy’s fridge had allowed him to change back to his more comfortable form. The biggest downside to being left alone in a state of turgid exhaustion was the fact that Holly couldn’t give him her wonderfully soothing belly rubs. As if that weren’t enough, though he’d resumed human form, Lucian knew that Holly never knocked when coming in, and Renee never came over without calling first. Which meant that whoever was at his door, so agonizingly far away in his bloated state, was so much less likely to be understanding of his condition. Heaving himself out of his chair, Lucian waddled slowly towards the front entrance, taking extra care not to upset the packed dome of his burg
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Turnabout and Unfair Play pt. 1
Opportunity knocks, or so the saying goes. Marcus’ typical demeanor and general understanding of irony, however, took no particular issue when the door buzzer to his sparsely decorated apartment pulled his attention from the mindless dross playing on his television. Mostly unannounced visitors were practically nonexistent to grace the humble rented space, which the somewhat pompous blonde could only interpret to mean one thing: the number of times he’d pestered Lucian’s seemingly recent girlfriend, Holly, about pointing any friends of hers in his direction had finally paid off. Taking a moment to tame the mess of wavy hair that he left somewhat unkempt when not going out, Marcus did a quick once-over of his attire, intending to give the best first impression he could to this blind date.
The lady standing on the other side of the peephole was a little short, a ruffled nest of raven hair just barely giving way to smooth creamy skin just a few tones light of a rich, luxu
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One bite couldn’t hurt, right? Master surely wouldn’t miss one bite, would she?

Rori wanted to say the thought justified the way he longingly stared at the three-tiered marvel. It was a simple affair, white frosting all over the outside with alternating purple and golden icing lining the upper and lower corners of each level. Master, or Cake as he so often heard her referred to as, had some kind of celebration coming up. She was out for the morning, but the other guy who lived with her had brought in the delectable monstrosity shortly afterwards. It was easily taller than the blonde little catboy. And if he had to guess, it was wider, too. Once there was a point where he wouldn’t have questioned the possibility, but ever since he’d shown up, Master had been more than generous in seeing to it that he was glutted regularly.

Not that it had really curbed his tendencies for snacking. If anything, it just made his usual habits worse, because he started needing more to satisfy the cravings whenever they reared their heads, an event that came more often as he grew chubbier. When he’d first gotten there, sure, there was a hint of pudge around his belly. Nothing that anyone who saw wouldn’t chalk up to simple baby-fat. But Master’s habits of pampering him had erased any deniability of him being a fat cat. Even his current attire drew attention to the fact; purple shirt riding up well past his slightly horizontally-stretched navel and clinging to the developing chest. He’d thought only girls had boobs until then, but quickly learned that he was not exempt from fat accumulation in that area. The black shirt he wore under the purple tee was in no better state to hide his wobbly gut. In its own way, the long sleeves were worse, hugging the pudge around his arms where the purple shirt still had space to hang a little loose. Around his neck, his collar was getting a little tight, the almost demeaning gift jingling its bell with every slight movement. But worst of all was the situation with his pants. Those had been obviously outgrown over a month ago, but still he wore them at Master’s behest, the pale denim shorts clinging around the width of his thighs to the point of squeezing, almost enough that his significantly widened rear wouldn’t let him get them on. If she kept feeding him like she had, Rori would be without pants. Again.

But even knowing the impending indignity, the golden-furred catboy kept stuffing himself silly, with or without his Master’s help. Restraint wasn’t a word he really knew, both in concept and quite literally, and that very lack was what had him fixated on the confectionary colossus clearly meant for Cake. The argument warred within him, though. She wasn’t known as Cakehoarder without reason, so it made sense that taking a swipe from the perfect, pale surface might not sit well with her. But such a monumental snack was too much to pass up. As he was wont to do when trying to be clever, Rori began to think of some way to get what he wanted without really taking from what Master had waiting for her. The object settled next to that of his desire was the inspiration he needed. The box that it had come in would be a boon to his scheme. He had to dig around a bit in the kitchen drawers to find everything else he’d need. A very sizable pan and a knife long enough to do the trick. And a few more boxes. He was going to need the extra height.

He cut a few inches from the top of the cake, leaning very carefully to avoid bumping into it. Sliding the pan into the incision he’d made was simple, and as he pushed it inward to take the top off, he made sure to continue creating a cut at the edges. Just enough to smooth out what he was taking off. The opening that he looked upon was chocolate, no doubt much like the top layer he’d set aside to replace once his mischief was complete. Perched carefully atop his boxes, he reached a hand out to scoop from the center, the handful that he pulled back moist to the point of being mouthwateringly gooey. His eyes barely had a moment to sparkle in awe of how delicious it looked before he gulped it down, his hand almost completely stuffed greedily in his mouth by his haste. His other hand was quick to mimic the action, digging a larger piece free and devouring it just as readily.

It was all far too good. He was sorely tempted to try the delight with some of the frosting from the outside, but the knowledge that it would assure him being found out was too much to make the risk worth it. So he kept digging. Handful after handful disappearing as he stuffed himself to the point that he’d created a bowl of an indent in the surface. It really was far too good to stop, and as long as he could hide the hole, he didn’t need to worry about how much he had. Or so he told himself as he started having to reach further down to keep grabbing for each sweet bite. The little box fort he’d built around the perimeter allowed him to keep evening out his reach when one side felt a little too far to grab. His shirt felt a little tight as he kept going, the fabric stretching what little it could around his chest. He was pretty sure he heard a seam on his pants pop, but while there was still so much semi-solid fudge for his greedy paws, his attire was irrelevant. Honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if he could’ve devoured the entire cake before the day was out, if only it weren’t mostly meant for Master.

Just as he was starting to finally feel full, a ring of melty chocolate around his mouth from eating a bit too hastily, a rather sudden cold draft startled him. He hadn’t really noticed in the well-fed stupor he was sinking into that the last few bites had been the last straw for his strained shorts. That little jolting breeze was enough to disturb his positioning, and he very quickly found himself with an answer to a previous curiosity. The cake was, in fact, much wider around than he was. He could absolutely attest to the fact, because the hole he’d dug into it was all around him, and yet none of the walls touched his taut belly. Despite the light chill of that breeze, he very quickly found himself warmed, the freshness of his pastry prison still positively radiant. His clothes were going to need washing once he got out, and he’d no doubt have to take a bath. He hated baths with all of his feline instincts. But those worries were something for later. For the moment, he had a little cubby-hole in an enormous cake that he could keep gorging on. At least until he hit the pan it was on. Eating outward was a bad idea. Going too far would mar the perfect outside, and probably upset Master.

And so down he ate, stuffing himself beyond contentment, resting for a bit while it settled, every bite finding a way to stretch his shirt until he was doing to it what he had started the day doing to his pants. A little bit of him knew that his whole wardrobe would be useless at this point, but it was silenced with another fudgy mouthful. Just as he found a sliver of the pan at the base, he heard the telltale squeak of door hinges, and the inevitable quiet slam of it being shut. Master and the other guy were home.

And Rori? He had chocolate all over, both from his binge and his fall into his own pit of gluttony. Now that he’d paused to take stock of his situation, he could feel the bottom hem of his shirt ripped at the seams to try and still hold back his burgeoning flab. His pants were gone, destroyed before he’d even made it halfway to where he sat. And this was how he was going to be caught. Trapped in a prison of cake. He didn’t even dare to hope that they wouldn’t notice his handiwork. He could hear some of the boxes being shuffled aside. Conversation muffled by the walls of his entrapment. Finally, Master peered over the edge of his hole, Rori’s blue eyes almost hazy with his satiated appetite staring up to meet her amused gaze. Almost as though she expected something like this. Or at least, she’d adjusted her expectations, if what came next was any indication of her thoughts.

“If I didn’t know better, Rori, I’d say you must still be hungry for the rest of this, right?”
Cake for the Catboy
Birthday gift for :iconcakehoarder: featuring her little catboy Rori getting his greedy mitts into her birthday cake. I guess he'll be hoarding this one on his waistline. Inspired by the idea I'd had when I thought up this: cakehoarder.deviantart.com/art…
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Hi there. Let me guess: you, like so many before you, are wondering how I got so massive in just a few years, aren’t you? Don’t look so surprised. A little mind-reading is a parlor trick for even the most novice of actual magicians. Of course, I didn’t need to take a peek, not when you’re wearing that familiar, gawking expression. You know, that look of utter disbelief that that wisp of a girl you knew suddenly reappearing at two, maybe three times her size deserves.  It’s not a look to be embarrassed about. Honestly, my size is one of the easiest of the changes I’ve experienced to get used to. But back to the question on your mind. How did I get so fat?

Well, I suppose that you already know that unlike some “magicians” out there who only perform with optical illusions, sleight of hand and other gimmicks, I’m one of the few individuals in the show business that’s the real deal. I remember seeing you at one of my shows before I mysteriously disappeared. I could see the dazzled wonder in your eyes along with everyone else’s at the tricks I displayed for you. But that show wasn’t what was important. What was, was the fact that despite the enjoyment of the audience, I wanted to look for new ways to wow everyone. So, without going into the technical workings and jargon of magical society, I called in a few favors with certain questionable acquaintances to get my hands on some rather experimental studies.

But what exactly did I do, you ask? Come now, dear, that’s a silly question. After all, you know as well as I that as a magician, I can’t simply tell you my secrets. Just take my word that after many a long hour of arduous study, I made a breakthrough. In more than one sense. The most basic way I can describe what I did was poking a roughly room-sized hole in planes of reality. Honestly, for all the warnings the books suggested, the results, as you have obviously noticed, weren’t particularly catastrophic. Well, except to my chances of wearing any of my old wardrobe ever again. I’m actually a bit impressed I’ve held your attention this long. A number of visitors before you only bothered hearing what I had to say until it sounded absurd enough for them to get judgmental. I’m quite happy to see that you only seem to have had your interest piqued, and a craving for that curiosity to be satisfied.
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The curious keening sound was just sharp enough to threaten Kayla with a splitting earache in the few seconds that it lasted. As its shrill pitch faded, she opened her sky-blue eyes from the wince they’d closed into. A soft exhale of relief and awe escaped her lightly glossed, plush lips, parting them into a small, open smile at the fantastic sight before her. Gone were the meticulous shelves and boxes packed with arcane books of so many subjects. In their place was the shimmering edge of a clearing, like the room in front of her had been torn free from her house to reveal a sparse forest that wavered in a way that reminded her of a mirage. She could’ve mistaken it for a random patch of woods anywhere in the world, had a few key details not been present. For starters, the hues were all wrong, the light filtering through the branches holding what could’ve best been described as a peculiar violet, mixing with over-saturated greens of leaves to produce a cold luminescence. Where one could expect an earthy scent in the middle of a grove, Kayla thought that the sight held a vaguely minty scent, a notion made much sharper as she stepped across the blurring between her reality and this new one she’d mistakenly tapped into.

Entranced though she was by this strange, new world, she cleared her thoughts and stepped back across the border into her domicile. Enchanting as the prospect of an unexplored world may have been, it wouldn’t do for her to have gotten lost or to be at a loss for necessities. With half an hour taken, a few spell books with snacks and water were secured into a travel pack, her admittedly plain jeans and halter-top exchanged for cargo shorts, hiking boots and a practical blouse with some pockets up front for extra holding space. Securing the wavy mess of bleached hair into a slightly less wavy ponytail, the magician stepped back through into her brave new world. From the way the purplish light filtered across the far horizon, she gathered that dusk was setting, encouraging her to conjure a fist-sized orb of light, casting gentle shadows into the arbor. Rustling followed Kayla as she trudged through the leaves scattered over grass, the occasional branch or twig cracking underfoot. Discolored and olfactory oddities aside, the world didn’t seem all too different from her own, the quiet chirps of unseen wildlife echoing through the wood, yet staying clear of sight, aware that a creature bigger and more dangerous than they was about.

Kayla blended into the growing darkness well as she broke from the tree-line, her dusky skin only set apart by the small luminous sphere at her shoulder. Dwindling the flow of her magic into it, the clarity and brightness began to fade, letting the young woman’s eyes adjust and confirm what she had thought she’d seen. It might’ve been a mile away, maybe more. But from her grounded position, she could see faintly illuminated silhouettes of buildings in the distance. Civilization wasn’t something Kayla had expected to find in another world. But with the presence of civilization, the wandering magician could infer that there were means of surviving in this place. While a few years of working a stage show had ensured that Kayla maintained a slim, fit physique, cardio was not her favorite. But if she wanted to see any of these natives to this world without getting too close, she would need to get much closer before it was later than anyone might be out and about for.

“Step one, observe.” Panting from her quick jog over, Kayla crouched in the tall grass on the opposite side of the road from the rather average-looking structures, strikingly resembling of houses in her world. A great deal of the buildings actually looked familiar in form, if not palette, which she found a bit odd, but not to be questioned at the moment. Her first concern was whether or not she could even hope to blend in, or if the creatures that lived here were of such vastly different biological structure that attempting to pass for one would be silly. But she needed to see, and so she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

God, her legs were starting to cramp from not changing position for so long.

Finally, after what felt like hours, in reality just short of half of one according to her watch, Kayla got her first sighting of one of this new world’s inhabitants. For a moment, she was taken aback, believing that what she saw was a perfectly ordinary human. Several blinks to reestablish her vision let her catch a couple minor details that spoke of enough difference to reassure her. The immediate draw was a sizable, fluffy tail wagging energetically behind them. The pitch hue matched the shaggy, unkempt hair that settled just shy of his shoulders, atop which a pair of sharply angular ears stuck up. He seemed to be on an evening jog, gray sweatpants and a dark, sleeveless shirt showing off an enviably fit body. It was clear that he got out often enough, sweat shining over a deep tan that in Kayla’s own world would’ve suggested traces of a mixed heritage. The half hour of crouching in the grass seemed awfully worth it to her, if her first potential encounter in this world was going to be with someone as handsome as he. Her eyes remained firmly on him as he passed, pausing for a moment to take a drink of water before resuming his jog.

Creeping cautiously out of the grass, the magician kept her eyes fixed on her objective, stepping onto the same sidewalk that he had at a pace she hoped would be enough to keep up with him. Her first regret was her choice of boots over sneakers. While she’d certainly expected peculiar terrain and difficult traversal, running had not been in her original plan. The half hour she’d spent crouched did no favors for the tension in her muscles, her legs screaming at her minutes into her pursuit. It seemed fortunate, then, that he took a moment to stop by what she could infer to be a convenience store, leaving with a fresh bottle of water before beginning to walk back her way at a truly impressive speed for walking. At first, Kayla made nothing of it, stopping and catching her breath while positioning herself in such a way that she could hope nobody would notice the probable differences between her and the average citizen out on a late-night run. Still breathing heavily, she turned about to continue after her person of interest. The fact that he’d stopped and was looking back in her direction was deeply unsettling. Being compromised in unfamiliar territory so early on wasn’t something she felt entirely comfortable with. Harboring some regret, Kayla sighed as she took it upon herself to forego following the enticing man she’d been set on initially, instead making a point of taking a turn on the nearest street with a mind to explore, and maybe understand more before interacting with the natives.

If she had to give a thought to the structure and form of the alternate world, it felt strangely similar to her own, albeit simpler. The streets seemed less winding, the buildings less diverse. It almost seemed like someone had taken her hometown and made a rough mimicry of it. And honestly, that was alright by Kayla. It gave her a sense of where she was, which meant she could probably have an easier time than initially expected of finding her way around. There was a certain comfort to be had in knowing that even away from her world, she didn’t feel all too far from home.

“But how much is really similar?” The sorceress wondered, keeping an even pace, glancing every now and then off to each side. A few leaves rustled as she trudged through them, hints of the coming autumn making their presence known. “I mean, sure, that charming specimen looked mostly human. Hell, he was wearing things that I’d expect to see back home. So fashion must not be terribly different. Maybe. The buildings seem a lot more drab, though. Like they’re built for convenience of location, rather than out of a desire to have an aesthetically pleasing shelter. But why? Could be a difference of mindset, I suppose. They aren’t human, after all. But if that’s true, then what makes them so close? And how? I’d have an easier time believing that the sense of style would be outlandish and utterly garish to me, but perfectly normal otherwise. Instead, so much of it feels like a foggy mirror. It couldn’t be deliberate, somehow, could it? Magicians of this world visiting mine and borrowing what they like? Well, whatever the case, I’ll be able to learn more if I find another subj-“

“You know, that donut shop not too far from here stays open extra late. You have worked so hard recently; why not take a quick break for a snack?”

Nearly jumping out of her skin at the sudden shock of being snuck upon, Kayla wheeled about rather swiftly, her ponytail gaining enough speed to fan across her cheek. The source of the words, immediately behind her, and a bit above, was the same boy she’d been tailing. Without getting directly next to him, she hadn’t realized that he stood almost a full head above her. Argent eyes looked at her dispassionately, though the faint smile on his handsome face made Kayla think all too much of someone looking at a particularly delectable meal. He seemed calm enough for witnessing someone obviously from elsewhere, pleased, even, given how his tail seemed to wag back and forth like the world’s fluffiest metronome. Taking a quick look in every direction, Kayla confirmed that there was nobody he could be talking to except for her. It begged the question of how this man was speaking English, given the dimensional separation, but she could consider that after more immediate questions.

“I beg your pardon?” The magician’s unwavering gaze held on the boy’s, making it quite clear who she intended to address. His eyes widened in surprise, now his turn to look around in confusion. “While I’ve certainly been putting in my own efforts, I’ve not been so fixated that I’ve refused myself proper nutrition.”

“Yo- Wait, you can see me? You are not supposed to be able to do that!” The moment that Kayla’s impact on him wore off, his expression seemed petulant, bringing new meaning to the notion of ‘puppy-dog eyes’.

“Why wouldn’t I be able to see you? You’re standing right in front me.” Picking up the slack while the boy was busy gawking, Kayla folded her arms in front of her, hoping just a little to keep him off-balance with a more aggressive posture. Despite the urge to let out a little squeal of excitement at both the clearer charm of her interest and his incidentally smooth, almost sonorous voice, she held firm. She needed to remain professional, no matter how much she wanted to vent her glee. “And more importantly, why were you telling me to go to the coffee shop in my world? I don’t even like their coffee, and the pastries are kind of expensive.”

“You are… human, yes?” Kayla nodded in response, the question seemingly asked slower than when he’d made his suggestion. Her gesture seemed to take a moment to process with the wolfish boy, his hands clasping over his mouth at first in thought, the shifting of his eyebrows and way his cheeks pulled back suggesting that the thoughts had turned overly eager, like a child waiting to open his Christmas presents. “How did you get here? Others of your kind we can see often, but we have never had one appear so vividly that they could see us as well as we could see them. I can practically feel desires just radiating off of you. I would quite love to be the one to help satisfy you.”

“I got here through a portal that I opened.” The simplest answer should’ve sufficed, even if it made his ears flop slightly with a puzzled tilt of his head. The look of intrigue quickly corrected itself as he took a deep inhale and nodded for her to continue. “And I don’t know what you mean by appearing. I’m here, physically as I think I would be in any ordinary circumstance. As for desires, I might not have a boyfriend, but my standards aren’t so low that I’d just shack up with a guy whose name I don’t even know.”

“My apologies. That was quite rude of me. My name is… ah, I believe you would say it as Rah-No-Lek? It sounds a little different when it is said faster.” It was Kayla’s turn to execute a quizzical head-tilt, trying to grasp the oddity of R’Nolc’s name, not even daring to think of how it must’ve been spelled. She was about to ask before he began to speak again, “And you humans typically appear as… specters, I think you would call them. The clarity we see them with is a measure of how much repressed urges they harbor. My kind prefer to… consume the excess of those urges when they are fulfilled.”

“So you, what, eat desire?” The information was bizarre to Kayla, though in some way it made sense. Everything had to go somewhere, so where did an impulse go if it was met? R’Nolc nodded in response, allowing her to continue her train of thought as one of his hands settled around her shoulder, bringing the magician warmly close to his body as he turned about and began walking them back in the direction they’d come from. “So you saw me and just figured I must’ve been really damn hungry because I looked solid?”

“Well, you are hungry. Part of how we feed off desires is by encouraging you humans to partake of them. We would not be very good at it if we could not understand what you wanted.” His silvery eyes glanced down at Kayla’s middle as her stomach gave a quiet grumble in agreement to his claim. The disinterest had been replaced by a certain mirth, much to the magician’s chagrin. Though with a little pondering, certain notions clicked within her mind, a better understanding, or facsimile of one, taking shape.

“A light telepathic bond. You can sense what someone wants, but that’s not all you do with it. It’s why we’re even able to talk right now, isn’t it?” Kayla watched one dark eyebrow lift in appreciation of her quick understanding. She felt rather pleased with herself for putting things together so quickly once she had enough pieces. “That explains why your name was difficult to say, and why you slow down your speech here and there. You’re reading me to try and get a solid attempt at saying the right words, because you’re trying to work with a foreign language. It’s quite clever, really. And if I had to guess, I’d say that when someone satisfies themselves at your kind’s encouragement, you feel a pleasure like they do.”

“We do. Or at least I do. I should not speak for the rest of my species. That would require making many possibly unfair assumptions.” Their path continued past where Kayla had first observed him, something which he acknowledged with a knowing look at where she had been hiding in the grass. “I must ask, why were you in hiding when I first noticed you? I do not believe my kind are particularly fearsome by human standards.”

“I, um, hadn’t seen you or any others yet. I thought it would be best to see if blending in would’ve been possible, or if I would have to simply observe at a distance.” Now that she’d said it, Kayla was rather sheepish with her admission that she had thought that anyone would be immediately hostile towards her presence. Uncomfortable with the notion of suggesting that R’Nolc could’ve been frightening her, a change of topic seemed to be in order, however transparent. “So where exactly are we going?”

“To my home, if you are alright with that. I would not wish to sound selfish, but there are matters of curiosity that your presence raises. I would appreciate being able to find answers to some of them.” A slight chill took to the air as the evening settled further, driving Kayla to hold closer to R’Nolc, the proximity both warming and pleasant to her nose. Odd though it seemed, the dog-boy had a sweet scent of spices about him, with a hint of earthy tone behind it. She couldn’t explain why, but that, too, warmed her a bit inside. The way she pressed against him had him oddly unperturbed, much like the cold on the air, despite his light clothing. When next he spoke, however, there was a touch of concern in his otherwise stoic voice. “I do not wish to be rude, but I can feel some of your urges, um… growing. I hope that my presence is not in some way making you hungrier.”

Kayla could’ve exaggerated her sigh. She didn’t bother, realizing that she should have seen it coming and instead briefly closed her eyes in frustration.

“Of course he wouldn’t get it, Kayla.” She told herself as she continued to be led along with only R’Nolc’s warmth to ward away the chill. “He’s not human, however much he can look and act like one. Shouldn’t just think that he’d react like you’d think a guy would. Hell, he might not even have anything down there. His species could be completely incompatible with humans. But you just had to find a guy who you could see yourself with. And who can potentially read your thoughts. Wait. Okay, if you’re listening in, please stop, and ignore any of the number of things I might be imagining doing to you or having you do to me. Thank you. Now, where was I? Right. Okay. So, sure, he probably knows that you’re feeling a thing for him. If not, just go slowly. He just met you, and he’s already willing to bring you to his place. This could go well, if you play things right. So just roll with whatever he has in mind, unless it gets too weird, and try getting suggestive now and then.”

“Um, human?” R’Nolc waved a tanned hand in front of Kayla’s face, snapping her out of her introspection. He’d stopped for a moment, while she had kept moving forward absentmindedly.

“I never did give my name, did I?” Truth was, she hadn’t had to introduce herself to anyone personally in long enough that she’d forgotten for a while that there would be people who didn’t know her. “It’s Kayla. Kayla Ross.”

“Ka-la. Ky-la. Kla.” His jaw tried moving to grasp the sounds and syllables for several seconds. Finally, he seemed to throw in the towel with a defeated shrug and humbled grin. “I must apologize. Your name is strange to me, and the word does not seem to wish to cooperate. I hope it would not frustrate you too greatly if I simply call you K’La until I can better grasp your name.”

A pet name, to an extent. Nothing so generic as “honey”, “darling” or any other of the numerous contrived terms couples used. Her heart fluttered just a little at the sincerity in the wolf-boy’s request. How could she say no to that slight slump of embarrassment, or the way his ears flattened just a little in tandem with his surrender?

“If we’re going with easier names, I hope you’d be fine with me calling you Ren, then.” A single, strong push from R’Nolc opened the door to his home, sparse decorations giving it a quaint feel. Leaving her boots in the entryway, Kayla followed her new friend’s lead as he took her past an open room with both a large, well-padded chair and equally plush couch placed near shelves lined with books. The notion that he was possibly as avid a reader as she was only further cemented her liking of him as she trailed past a hall leading into three rooms and pursued her host up the stairs. Waiting at the top was quite clearly a dining room with a kitchen offset to the far and right sides. A grand, oaken table sat in the center, holding spaces for half a dozen chairs, though it could quite obviously easily fit more. A trace scent seemed to linger on the air, reminding the sorceress of garlic cloves being added to bread. Even though it couldn’t have been more than a couple hours since she’d last eaten, the smell was mouthwatering; a fact which didn’t go unnoticed by R’Nolc.

“I can feel that, K’la. Had I known I would have a guest who could bring both such a question and provide an answer to it, I would have prepared something for you in advance so you would not be kept waiting.” Sliding a chair out from the table, Kayla’s raven-haired host set his hands upon her shoulders, guiding her into the open seat before offering a light squeeze of encouragement. “And do not worry; I have no intention of leaving you wanting. So long as you wish for more, I will provide as best as I am able.”

With a small grumble from her stomach, Kayla remained seated while her new friend scurried back down the stairs, returning within minutes with and assortment of what appeared to be some kind of meats and vegetation. It all looked like nothing she had seen before in both shape and color. And yet, even as separate ingredients, much of it looked rather appetizing. R’Nolc set about the kitchen with a purpose that spoke clearly of his practice in culinary arts, though whether they were by hobby or profession, Kayla would have to ask when she wasn’t too busy being torn between admiring the way R’Nolc moved and the sight of his preparations. The orange-ish meat that he’d carried up sat on a cutting board as he ground what appeared to be a type of nut with a pestle, throwing in peelings of what Kayla could only best describe as a cross between a mango and an apple, the shape much like the latter, but the inside holding a far more translucent look and revealing the outer skin to be thicker than any apple could grow. Pausing a moment after several minutes, the wolfish man nodded to himself and grabbed a brush, dipping the tip in the homemade mixture before coating the mystery meat, giving it a more normal, reddish hue. Striking a number of matches, a brick oven flared to life, quickly busied with grilling the apparent main course. It wasn’t left alone for terribly long, water drawn from a tap as several of the strange fruits or vegetables were diced, minced and otherwise readied, deposited with quiet little splashes for each piece that fell in before the pot was placed next to the meat.R’Nolc eyed Kayla every so often as he waited on his creations. Each time she caught him at it, he’d flash a little smile, his cheeks seeming to darken just a bit when he did.

“Maybe he’ll get the picture sooner rather than later.” Kayla thought, perfectly aware of the fact that the prospect was at least a little bit selfish on her part. All of twenty, maybe thirty minutes of having known each other, and she was already entertaining idle fantasies in the back of her mind. And it wasn’t just because he was attractive physically, though she certainly wouldn’t bother to deny that the slight tone to his arms and what definition she could make out at the top of his shirt were tantalizing to her imagination and fueling towards the feeling of want. What really seemed to draw her in was the sense of earnestness that he conveyed. Every word and action felt sincere, even if his phrasing was a bit odd. But Kayla could ignore the evidence of a linguistic barrier in favor of his otherwise open nature. It was a refreshing change from her own world, where it felt all too often the only reason guys took interest in her was in efforts to get in her pants. With R’Nolc, it felt like if he wanted to sleep with her, he would just say as much. No games, no beating around the bush. Just an honest admission that he felt something for her, too.

Turning back to admire her artist at work, Kayla practically salivated at the sight of her first course, steaming and glistening as a few final seasonings were sprinkled atop it and the platter it sat on brought before her. The smell was heavenly, the scent reminiscent of a honeyed barbecue, with a vague splash of citrus and something earthier, like the aroma of green tea. A pair of knives with a slight curve and more serration than any steak would ever warrant were placed before her, a spoon just a bit too concave to be normal joining them for the pot of soup. The steamy fragrance reminded Kayla of cinnamon and cherry, which was a bit puzzling to equate to the pale green tinge. With the final touch of a glass topped with water, R’Nolc took a seat opposite to her.

“I hope that my offering is pleasing to you,” His hands folded together on the table, a slight lean forward and a peculiar look to his eyes giving him the look of a man ready to enjoy a meal, even though as far as Kayla could see, he hadn’t prepared anything for himself. His charming smile was disarming, though, and she thought little of why he would go through the trouble of using his own food for her benefit.

It felt a bit odd to Kayla to both hold the meat in place with a knife while using the other to cut it, but the complaint of how strange it was that no forks were available died before it had a chance to be spoken, the first bite being taken with care not to cut anything on the tip of the utensil. Steak was the first impression it gave her, the taste and texture quite similar, and the juice contained in a single bite was simply exquisite, leaving an aftertaste of garlic and lemon seasoning. A sip of water eased its passage, and she quite quickly found another bite being taken, just as savory as the first, making her crave more. And more she had, breezing through the first half with astonishing speed, R’Nolc periodically leaving the table to replenish her glass of water.

“This really is delicious, Ren.” A rather unladylike burp had to be stifled quickly, Kayla sighing and smiling with embarrassment in its wake. She was already pushing the limits of how full she could stand to be, even with a little bit of the non-steak to go and the soup entirely untouched as yet. As a guest, though, it wouldn’t do for her to decline what R’Nolc had taken such care to make for her. “I didn’t think this world would have cows of some sort, but I must say, I love what you can make of them.”

“I… do not know what a cow is, K’La.” R’Nolc scratched to the side of one fluffy ear in confusion at what his guest referred to. The confusion was secondary to his satisfaction at the moment, however. Kayla had certainly satisfied her hunger, more than she’d meant to already, it seemed. From where he sat, R’Nolc could feel it radiating off of her, a comfortable warmth settling in his middle as he basked in her content glow. “If you focus on what one is, I might be able understand.”

“Aside from how I’m probably going to feel tomorrow.” The sarcastic thought didn’t make it to speech as Kayla closed her eyes, picturing the tiny horns, ropy tail and spotted hide characteristic of bovines. The pastures they grazed in all day, providing a number of good things for humanity. R’Nolc barked out a laugh, startling Kayla with the most he’d expression he’d used since they met.

“No, we have no cows here. That is a small slice from the flank of a mighty naresh. Your cow would be a small dinner to one.” Shifting his seat next to her, R’Nolc set a hand upon Kayla’s midriff, his fingers tracing light, incomprehensible patterns while pressing inward every now and then. As full as she felt, Kayla expected the slight pressure to be uncomfortable rather than soothing, as if creating a void that would allow her to keep going. All the while, that damnably friendly smile refused to leave R’Nolc’s lips. As Kayla began once more to dig in, she found the wolf-boy’s hand continuing its path of sparing her the normal result of gorging.

With the naresh meat, whatever the proper name for it was, consumed, the soup became the next focus of Kayla’s attention. It sat, still wafting a thin steam, in a bowl that would’ve provided room for a hefty breakfast of cereal. R’Nolc’s hand withdrew from her as the first spoonful went down, in which the sorceress found that whatever was in the broth was light enough to her that it didn’t seem to trouble the slab she’d eaten. It tasted much as it smelled, a sweet and sour tang interspersed with a hint of spice, with what she assumed to be berries hidden within as she found little orbs that released a fruity flavor when chewed. It took far less time for her to finish the second course than it had for the first, so much so that Kayla didn’t realize when she had finished the entire pot. The moment that revelation hit, though, it gave her pause. It was no small amount that she must’ve eaten, and she knew that it wouldn’t have just disappeared.

A glance downward confirmed her concern. Her shirt was pulled far tighter than it had been when she had put it on, her normally flat middle stretched outward slightly to hold her abundant dinner. Sitting back carefully, so as not to disturb her meal, Kayla breathed heavily, both in the weight of the realization of what she’d done, and with the exertion she had felt earlier coming back to bite her. And R’Nolc was just beaming at her like a fool. That look of innocent satisfaction was enough to keep her from chastising him, though it certainly didn’t stop her from giving herself the same scolding. She knew it was too much before she’d even finished half the meal, but she’d gone ahead and had the rest anyway. She’d practically made a pig of herself in front of a boy that she was interested in without a thought for it.

And then it clicked.

“He said that his kind feed off of satisfaction.” Kayla groaned internally, almost joining it with an outward one thanks to the heaviness settled in her belly. “Of course he’s pleased. I just gave him his dinner by going overboard with mine.”

Steeling herself against the possible consequence for such an action, Kayla shifted in her seat, adjusting for the additional weight, and stood up. It was an honest surprise to her that her dinner sat as well as it did, the only discomfort from her movement in the way she had to compensate for the excess mass. If anything, that was good for her, as she was fairly certain that had the meal been anything from her won world, it wouldn't have been nearly so forgiving. In its own way, that was a rather pleasant discovery. Here she didn't need to control herself quite so strictly as she would at any other time. The freedom it brought was palpable, but not her biggest concern for the moment. What was, was dealing with the drowsiness she could feel setting in.

"Um, Ren, I don't suppose you have a bed to spare, do you? I think I need to lay down." R'Nolc seemed to already be one step ahead of the magician, one hand on her shoulder to steady her, the other once again working its own form of magic on her skin, helping ease the sense of fullness. The look on his face was a mixture of sympathy and delight as he led her through his home, quiet words of appreciation, encouragement and compliment lost on Kayla in her growing stupor.

Finally, R'Nolc seemed to settle on a specific room, livened up  with more trinkets and decorations than Kayla had observed in the others. It felt much more like a room from her won world than the rest had, a sizable bed resting against one wall while bookshelves and a desk occupied most everywhere else. With a care that felt almost practiced, Kayla was sat down on the bed, the native boy's hands leaving her for a moment to darken the candles flickering nearby. Under the shroud broken only by the light of the window, he sat next to her, following suit as she scooted over to lie down, a thick comforter drawn over her as she rested her head on the softest pillow she'd ever felt. The last vestiges of consciousness led her to think that this must've been R'Nolc's room, his bed that she was sleeping on. It wasn't nearly enough to make her protest, to galvanize her to get up and insist that she couldn't impose in such a way. She could, and kind of wanted to at the moment, if for no other reason than because it felt so very comfortable. Had that not been adequate to still any objection, the feeling of her host lying down next to her and pulling a blanket over himself certainly was. He took care not to disturb her, doing little more than brushing lightly against her as he adjusted his position, before she was out, still radiating the contentedness that he craved. Her dreams wouldn't be of the events of the day, nor of the trace embarrassment of her behavior in front of R'Nolc. No, all that her subconscious would remind her of was how nice it felt to fall asleep next to someone.
The Portal
Okay, this one is a bit of a whopper of a project. This is liable to be a very long-standing story from me, which I'll uploaded sections as I complete them.

Contains magicians, monsterboys, amateur romance-writing and magical weight gain.

And as always, comments and feedback are welcome and appreciated.
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Another day, another unfortunately long day at work. You let the door to your girlfriend’s place click shut as quietly as you could. There were a number of things to be said for being with her, the collective hours saved driving from her house to your job instead of from your dingy old apartment, and the affections that she was so fond of lavishing on you where before you just had a few empty rooms. Most guys you knew would’ve probably been dissatisfied with a relationship where they weren’t the breadwinner. You weren’t so against it, since what you brought to the relationship compared to what she did didn’t matter nearly as much as whether or not the both of you were happy. That wasn’t to say you didn’t want to be able to do more for her. She was fairly well-off from the moment she’d left school, as you understood, and she kept things flowing for herself through sound investments and a lot of freelance work utilizing her voice and enthusiasm for acting and stagework. You’d been working a job in fast food through college, and once you were done with school, had summarily no luck finding anything to apply your studies to. So you had picked up a second, shitty job, holding out on the hope that one day you could get away from the abyss of your workplaces and actually do something fun with your life.

You figured that if nothing else, you were at least lucky enough to be halfway to that end state. A girlfriend who positively adored you for being yourself was something not a lot of people would necessarily think to appreciate. But you did. It was one of those big reasons to keep trying to make your livelihood better, so you could do the same for her. You could see her, already lying in bed. She had probably gone to sleep when you didn’t get home an hour ago like you were supposed to. Part of the problem of a twenty-four hour store was that there wasn’t a closing time to look forward to, so when a coworker didn’t show up to replace you on shift, management didn’t give it much thought before saying that you could just stick around until they decided to appear. You sighed softly. It wasn’t good to fixate on the annoyances that plagued your average day, especially not with a pale-haired beauty ten feet away who could probably already tell that you were stressed. It seemed like every time she picked up on it, she would go out of her way to make you feel better. You lay down next to her, the warmth radiating from her enough to almost make you forget to get into clothes better suited for sleeping.

By the time you’d finished stripping down, you could feel her warm, blue eyes on you. It made you smile just a little, that she could read you so easily even in her sleep. That she could wake up just by you being close to her. You only got your fleece pajama pants on before she was on you. Fluffy paws, almost cartoonishly large, wrapped around you entirely, pulling you back into her cocoa embrace. With anyone else, you might’ve been worried about falling back on them. But she was more than strong enough to lift you entirely from the ground, despite being half a head shorter. She wouldn’t have dragged you backwards to flop onto the bed into a cuddle if she weren’t able to handle it. Her breath was hot against your neck as she gave it a loving little bite before moving her way upward to nuzzle against your cheek.

“Sorry I was late. I know, I should’ve called, but-“

“But your boss is a dick, and most of your coworkers are slackers who couldn’t be arsed to look for anything better in life.” Her thoughts on reasons your job held you back were sharp, blunt and more or less the same as your own, though you would probably be gentler with the derisive comments. You could feel her grinning against you. “Honey, I’ve said it before. I understand. A lot of my friends have told me the same story from those kinds of businesses. So I know that you get the short straw way too often. You don’t have to apologize to me, because I know that you’re trying your best to get somewhere better.”

“That’s no excuse for not letting you know.” She might’ve forgiven you for being negligent as a boyfriend, but you weren’t quite so inclined to do so, especially when you owed her so much. You could feel her smile still there as she squirmed her way out from under you, rolling her way to pin you down. Her curly, white hair tickled at your face as she hovered little more than an inch away before moving in for a tender kiss.

“No, but the fact that you feel bad about it is. I’d rather have a boyfriend who wants to apologize because he cares enough to worry about hurting my feelings, even if just by wanting to he’s already showing that he cares that much.” Just another sentiment she’d expressed that made you question how you possibly deserved someone like her. With your back to the bed, you made an effort to shuffle backwards towards the pillows without displacing her. She groaned happily as you returned her kiss, a little noise of appreciation for the ways that you tried to make yourself worthwhile to her. To your side, you could see the digital clock on the nightstand tick over to midnight.

“For what it’s worth, management gave me today off for staying in late.” You said, squeezing your girlfriend with a hug of your own.

“Had something in mind for that rare day of freedom?” Her voice got a little teasing, which you could understand. It had been a while since you two had been able to enjoy a day together.

“I can think of a number of things, with your approval. After all, it’s your birthday.”
At the End of the Day
A yeti-girl giving snuggles and cheer to her overworked boyfriend who's just trying to make something more of himself.

As ever, comments and feedback are welcome.
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“Ready, Sakuya?” I shook my shoulders, loosening them up just a bit. I was going to need it.

“Please, shouldn’t I be the one asking that question?” Where I was squaring up my stance, she was simply letting herself sway in place, shifting herself fluidly while giving me no indication how she was going to tackle this. I didn’t let the relaxation of her posture fool me, though. Her fuzzy, rounded, white ears were perked up atop her head. We hadn’t even begun, and she was already on her guard. The pale braid of her long hair mimicked the serpentine motions of her thin tail, a little pair of pendulums behind her as one calm breath followed another.

“Then in three…” I exhaled, steadying myself. I knew she was far more agile than me, so I needed to fixate on her movement to defend myself appropriately. A breeze caught my t-shirt, whipping the hem in the same direction as the unkempt grass and the boughs above us.

“Two…” Her count was little beyond a collected sigh. It was a habit of hers to get quiet when she really got into the zone. A second gust tugged at the bolero over her sports bra, the grass brushing ineffectually against her baggy jeans and giving some cover to her bare feet.

“One.” We’d done this often enough that the final count was in complete synchronization. Even some of our movements mirrored each other in that instant, the slight lowering of our heads, collecting as much inner calm as we were able before a sharp glance locking our gazes set us in motion.

Sometimes, Sakuya would just charge in, going for a quick takedown. She could get away with it just about every time, but had taken to a slower approach to make things more interesting. A bit more unsettling was that she didn’t seem to hold any identifiable stance as she approached, a little swagger to her wide hips accentuating her patient strides forward, but nothing else to suggest what she was up to. I could see the cocky little grin that just screamed, “Come and get me!” but knew better than to fall for that ploy. I needed to wear her down, first. Exhaust her endurance, and then let my advantage by size get to work. She opened with a feint to my left, my reaction to plant my left foot further back and let her swing miss me leaving my right side open for an uncomfortably solid kick. I should’ve seen it coming. Her tail had flicked in the opposite direction to compensate her sense of balance, but I’d counted on a double-bluff. The advantage of her putting that much weight into my right side was that I almost reflexively clamped my arm down, catching her to severely hamper her mobility.

With the grace of a practiced gymnast, her left leg soared over my head, settling in the crook of my neck, hooking inward. She didn’t waste a moment of momentum to use that pull to land the punch I’d initially anticipated, practically sitting on my shoulder as she reached back to hit some of my lower ribs. It was brutally effective in loosening my grip on her leg, allowing her the freedom to shift her weight behind me, spring-boarding off my back. Her comparatively light weight meant I didn’t get thrown too far stumbling forward. Thankful for the quick recovery, I very quickly spun about to face her. I had less than a second to see her running up, probably already envisioning half a dozen ways she could hit me. So I did the one unlikely thing for someone with a foot in height over a charging opponent. I dropped to a low stance with an effort to sweep her legs.

A tiny hop from her stride sank one foot on the back of my outstretched leg, forcing it to the ground before the next lunge had her leg behind my head, with the other scissoring down on my throat. Her inertia carried us both to the floor, the toned cushion of her thighs far from the worst place to be resting my head for such an impact. It would’ve been nicer if they hadn’t also been immediately crushing down on my windpipe, but beggars can’t be choosers, as the saying goes. I had maybe fifteen seconds of consciousness in me in my current position, and unfortunately, I knew by experience that Sakuya’s leg strength was functionally legendary. I hooked a hand into the collar of her jacket in an effort to pull myself free from her grip. Instead, all I succeeded in doing was getting her to slip her arms free, one hand coyly covering her mouth as though I’d just made some very suggestive comments. She might’ve said something, but I couldn’t really tell with the blood pounding in my ears. I could feel her body heating up, the faint smell of singed denim cloying the air. I had maybe a second or tw-

I woke with a sharp gasp, coughing slightly from the sudden influx of oxygen. My head was still resting embarrassingly close to the juncture of Sakuya’s legs, though she’d obviously already won, since her other now simply rested atop my slightly burning chest.

“I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t use your fire, and I would stay away from any garden hoses.” Maybe I could salvage a little dignity by calling her out on that breach of our honor rules. She withdrew her legs, allowing my head to flop back onto the slightly charred grass.

“To be fair, I didn’t use it to win.” She protested, rolling me to my side. Without any invitation on my part, she curled up in my arms, nuzzling her fluffy ears against my chin. “You’re getting better. You can’t honestly expect me not to get a little worked up when you keep improving like this.”

“I’m not improving that much. You can still kick my ass within two minutes.” I grumbled, rolling to place my back against the ground, carrying Sakuya’s smaller frame with me. She could be adorable when she wasn’t being violently feisty.

“Well, if it helps, by the time you can last two minutes with me, I think there’s no chance that my mom and dad would disapprove of you.” She shifted a little bit sideways, placing a kiss on my chin as we laid back to enjoy the sunset.
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A hinezumi (fire-mouse girl) being busy training her boyfriend to be an adequate sparring partner. And so he's not pitifully weak when he finally meets her parents.

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Some mornings, it was rather hard to tell if it was a good thing to be both poorly off financially and cheap as fuck, or bad. This was one such morning. At worst, you had to wake up a couple hours early to make it to a frankly shitty job that didn’t pay its workers nearly what they deserved for the things they put up with. Honestly, it could’ve been half an hour beforehand were it not for the individual who helped you make rent every month. By virtue of the fact that neither of you really had enough to spare, the apartment you’d rented was a single-bed affair. And unfortunately, your roommate was a very heavy sleeper, in more ways than one. Pleasant company though the scaled girl might’ve been, the simple fact of how much she habitually tossed and turned in her sleep was quite problematic, when so often she ended up either partially or entirely atop you. This presented issues in two ways. Firstly, she had a solid foot and a half of height on you, and was a little heavyset by proportion. The second big issue was her tail. It seemed like every time she was out cold next to you, it would find its way around you. Thicker than one of your legs, it could rest just as heavily as she could, and tangle you up even better.

Naturally, it became a point of disagreement on who got the bed and who got the couch in the tiny common room connecting the bedroom to the kitchen. She was a bit too big to lie comfortably on the couch, and had picked the apartment in part for its larger beds. You couldn’t sleep well on the couch thanks to the soreness you felt upon waking any time that you did. For better or worse, you were willing to compromise, sharing the bed obviously meant for a singular person under the agreement that you would make an effort to wake her earlier, and she would make an effort to be less of a layabout in the mornings. You liked to think that you were at least a little successful on your part. You shifted and squirmed against her weight, freeing your numbed arm from beneath her. It seemed to rouse her slightly, a small huff and some shifting setting you further beneath her. If you had more time to work with, you probably wouldn’t have minded the fact that her rather magnificent rack was nestled just below your chin, some obscure anime t-shirt stretched from years of wear staring you in the face. Once more you tried wriggling your way free, and again you found yourself buried by cuddles.

“Get off, Tia. I know you aren’t asleep anymore.” With the arm that hadn’t been asleep thanks to decreased circulation, you made the awkward attempt at getting a good angle to shake her shoulder. You had to wonder if she put herself over you more often these days just to muffle your protests upon waking up. An experimental stretch of your legs told you that both were firmly encircled by her massive tail, which meant trying to shimmy free that way would get you nowhere. “Seriously, we do this every morning. You know I have places to be.”

“Mmmnope… too comfy. N’ warm.” You could practically see the smug little grin lighting up her ruby eyes. If she even bothered opening them, yet. Struggling again against your living, cocoa-colored and emerald-scaled prison earned a bit of shifting from her, your resistance to her laziness finally starting to prevail. Not waiting to see if the movement was genuine or simply her way of yanking your chain, you made a roll for it, intending to catch yourself halfway off the bed. Instead, you found yourself almost face-planting, saved only by a quick catch of your hands. Glancing irritably back towards Tia, you could see the little catty smile on her lips as her arms crushed a pillow against her face and her wings wrapped around where you had been. Her tail relinquished your other leg after a moment, allowing you to stagger to your feet.

Knowing that she’d probably be asleep for another half hour or more, you crept into the kitchen, grabbing a plastic bowl, box of cereal and gallon of milk. Probably not the best breakfast you could’ve had, but preparing anything else was kind of a chore, and despite her typically lackadaisical behavior, Tia was by far the superior chef. When she could bother to get out of bed early enough to get something on the table, at least. As the bottom of the bowl came into sight, you heard the last thing you wanted to on a work day: the bathtub running. Apparently your roommate had decided to get herself in gear a little earlier today. Unfortunately, that would cut into the time you needed to prepare for another day sitting at a desk, answering asinine calls. But you couldn’t forego everything hygienic, making a point to crack the bathroom door just a little to make sure Tia had already gotten into the tub rather than walking in on her while she was getting ready to. With no shriek of indignity to suggest otherwise, you braved opening the door further, immediately moving to the sink to run some water over your toothbrush. Tia simply hummed a bit as you could hear her splashing water on the other side of the shower curtain.

“Hey, Tia?” You asked, still brushing which forced a bit of a mumble.

“Yeah?” It was the tone she used when she was feeling playful. Never a good sign.

“Next time, could you wait until after I’ve had my shower, so I don’t have to worry about running late for work?” You started the water in the sink, washing out the excess toothpaste a few swishes at a time. Of course, she had already probably been counting on you to ask, as her response nearly made you cough in surprise.

“You could always join in, you know. We’d be saving on hot water that way.”
Roommates
A dragon-girl (possibly inspired by recently-popular figure Tohru) takes her sweet time lazing about in the mornings, much to the disdain of the guy who has to share an apartment with her.

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By technicality from :iconcandykittenxx: And now with the actual tagging from :iconcakehoarder:

Name:  To my coworkers and other formal relations, the tendency is to refer to me as "Harder" (Terrible last name for being in the military.)

Sign: Scorpio

Average hours of sleep: 6

Lucky number: Luck is arbitrary. Numbers have very little to do with it that's set in stone.

Last thing I googled: How to permanently disable update to Windows 10.


Favorite fictional character: I know too many to pick a favorite. :A :

What are you wearing right now?: Clothes, if you can believe it.

When did you start this account?:  Eight years ago. Jesus, I'm getting old.

Amount of watchers/followers: 86. To the surprise of none, my consistent inactivity and generally low quality doesn't help me much.

What do I post?: Short stories, practice art of potential chubby types, and the occassional picture of yours truly.

Do I post anywhere else?: Furaffinity, name's the same and I post basically the same stuff.

Do I get a lot of comments?: Nope.

Why did you choose this username?: Because when described on stage presence, I was told I have the voice of impending doom, and then I picked random numbers.

I tag nobody. Because that's how I roll.

And per popular (and by that I mean anyone actually paying any notice) demand, I present the following

Rules:
1. Post these rules.
2. Post 8 facts about your character.
3. Tag other 8 characters.
4. Post their names along with their creators' Avatars.

Name: Lucian Grey

1. Largely speaking, Lucian stays out of contact with his family, due to the apparent impossibility for them to approve of his life choices, most frequently criticizing his choice of occupation, rather than doing something more financially profitable. His brother, meanwhile, never fails to point out how much their parents approve of him working in finance, which he happens to be apt at.

2. Despite his distance with his parents and brother, Lucian doesn't hold much ill will towards them, preferring a respectful mutual silence over active antagonizing.

3. He works full time as a photographer for Sebastian's little enterprise, making the money that supplements the money allotted to him from his parents to get started once he was out of the house by submitting additional photos to other businesses for comparatively small change.

4. Lucian is largely an introvert, but for doesn't take too much work to get used to people, so long as their personalities don't grate on him.

5. Following Holly's influence, he actually has adopted some quirks associated with cats, such as impulsively chasing after laser pointers, yarn and other cat toys.

6. He absolutely won't admit it, but even though he would be more inclined to dating Renee, he isn't at all repelled by Holly, which makes her flirtatious behavior with him that much more uncomfortable.

7. Lucian can use his newly acquired time magic to speed up his metabolism to the point where he can take the edge off of Holly's feedings after she's determined that he's full.

8. The primary reason Lucian hates Marcus' teasing is because Marcus is a guy. If he were ever gender-flipped, Lucian might just consider him.

ROUND TWO: FI-I mean and now for Jonathan.

Name: Jonathan Canis.

Fact 1: Despite the number of times he winds up gaining a lot of weight, he's not all that into it. He mostly takes it as well as he does for Sandra's benefit.

Fact 2: He and Sandra are not legally married, but consider their relationship to be just as concrete, if not more so.

Fact 3: He wants to be an English teacher.

Fact 4: He is actually pretty terrible at video games.

Fact 5: He has just enough pride that being challenged to anything will likely be met with him attempting it, i.e. video games.

Fact 6: He is capable of turning his entire body into living fire.

Fact 7: The aforementioned fire trick is also what allows him to frequently experience weight gain, with little repercussion. He can literally burn the extra pounds off.

Fact 8: His favorite physical attribute on a woman is a rather sizable rear.

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I will never be a memory.

Current Residence: Somewhere
Favourite genre of music: Video Game, Rock'n'Roll, Classical
Favourite style of art: The individual's style
MP3 player of choice: Screw the MP3's, I have an iPod
Skin of choice: CIPA patients, they're insensitive to pain
Personal Quote: I believe now is the part where you tell me to shut up.
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jiggles-mcbellypuss Featured By Owner May 5, 2017

Thanks for the watch! If you like, please subscribe to my patreon! I'm posting full-length chapters of new stories at least once a week - I only update my deviantart once every month or so, so the patreon is the best place to get new content faster! Or should I say... fatter. ;)   

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Doom7951 Featured By Owner May 5, 2017
Well, we've already been doing a fair bit of business with Doran and Naomi.
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jiggles-mcbellypuss Featured By Owner May 7, 2017
lol I didn't realize this was you!!!!!!!! <3 
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The one and the same.
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Airicchi Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
I just came across your gallery and I absolutely love your writing! Such adorable stories hnnng~
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Doom7951 Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2017
Thank you. I hope future entries continue to meet that expectation.
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Happy birthday!
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:iconpartycannonplz: Happy Birthday! Ha ha! =D :iconcakeplz:
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I'm still waiting for your commission request....
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So someone is claiming your commission as their art.
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