Alright, second week of streaming blurbs has come to an end! This... this was far beyond the 1000 words I had planned. I really need to learn to rein myself in on these but, hey, I got it all written down in but a single stream! Blame this week's stream idea on  Mannoth for the most part!  VDO offered help in the silly department to help formulate this idea in its earliest stages. So basically a reverse of last week.

Anywho, hope you enjoy!

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Snacky Subterfuge

By: RaddaRaem



Fingers shoved into his pockets, the sheep’s rock hard fingertips kept those loose golden coins pressed firmly against his thigh. No need to advertise he was a primo target for pickpockets with every jingle and jangle his spare change threatened to sing out. “Think think think… what would Illia want?” The ovine’s head turned side to side as he casually ventured through the crowd.

Stalls flanked the sheep on both sides as the village’s open-air market kicked off for the summer. Some were adorned with bright and colorful fabric roofs. Others were but bare-bones tables filled to the brim with their wares. “Crawfish?” Lyte eyed the freshwater lobsters stuffed atop a layer of ice in the barrels atop the nearby table. “Nope.” Shaking his head side to side, he carried on. A thick and suffocating blue mist, crackling with energy, wafted up from beneath the potential meal. Lyte wasn’t going to risk it. He knew how sensitive Illia’s allergies were.

“Almonds?” Lyte asked himself as he passed by another stall. Buckets filled to overflowing with the hard shelled nuts were on display for all to see. No. Nowhere near filling enough for her. That and she didn’t so much as chew things as she did swallow them whole. The sheep eyed the local butcher, a scarred but kindly bull, setting up racks of birds. “Quail?” Mmfff. Not on his budget, delicious as those tiny little birds and their eggs were.

“Filling but frugal. You’re not giving me a lot to work with here, Illia.” Lyte’s nostrils flared as he hunched forward and cupped his allowance for groceries in the palm of his hand. His polished black hooves kicked aside pebbles as he kept ever mobile. “Oh!” Now this might do. Balanced precariously atop a rickety table were a set of jars filled to the brim with some of the thickest and juiciest berries Lyte had ever seen! Positioned directly atop the legs of the table, lest they risk sinking right through the warped and peeling layers of wood, were the wares he so desired.

The hooded hedgehog behind squatting behind the table grunted as they rose to their feet. “See something you like? A coin per jar!”

Fair enough. “Deal.” One after another Lyte flicked the flattened bits of metal onto the table. He winced as noticeable indentations trailed every bounce of the coins across the table. Laughing nervously, the sheep scooped up a jar of blueberries and strawberries from the table. Splinters trailed off their smooth curved undersides once they were lifted off the table. With that, Lyte was off! Bleating in accomplishment he contentedly pranced off and out of the market towards the edge of village.

Whistling to himself, the quilled purveyor of the stand pulled a glass jar parked underneath the shade of the shoddy table towards him. Pointed fingers reached into the barrel competing for real estate down below and out came a handful of berries. Palming them in his grasp, a soft blue aura surrounded the hedgehog’s digits. The wisps of energy collecting upon them trailed down his fingers and forced themselves into the berries most blue and forcibly plumped them to near bursting! Trails of purple liquid streamed down their sides as the foodstuffs struggled to contain the juices and magic housed within them.

“Berries here!” He tilted his hand to the side and allowed said fruit to tumble down into the open mouth of the jar. Up onto the table it went with none the wiser as to the artificial, albeit magical, filling that distorted the value they offered. “Get your berries here!”

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“Illia! Illia I’m back!” Bumping the wooden slab of a door behind him with his wooly rump, Lyte took to plodding through the cavernous confines of the Mage College’s library. Lofty bookshelves that dwarfed the sheep in size stood as silent sentries for those who wished to take refuge in its quiet confines.

A pointed tail, covered with scales both brown and yellow, flopped out from beyond one of the musty alleyways that reeked of wisdom and paper.

“The self-help section? What are you doing slunk over here for?” Lyte presented the question aloud. A startled hiss and eek sounded out in response as a book slammed shut. The sheep couldn’t help but giggle. “Whatever, I’m back from my grocery run! Got something I think you’ll like.” He rolled his eyes as Illia’s long tail pulled itself back behind the bookshelf.

The garter snake slapped at her cheeks, shades of red showing through those yellow scales, and shoved the “How to Romance: Ovines” book back into its place. Inhaling deeply through her slit nostrils Illia composed herself the best she could before slithering on back out there. “H-hey, Lyte!”

“Hi Illia.” Hands held out to his sides the sheep shook the jars side to side. Splishes and splashes of juice spilled out from the jars and onto the cool stone below.

“Oooh!” Forked tongue poking out from between her lips the garter snake made grabby hands at her would be snack. While nearly as tall as Lyte was, so long as you only counted the part of her that wasn’t flopped upon the ground, the magically minded snake’s tail stretched on and around the bookshelves. As did her belly. Illia’s big brown eyes flit back and forth between her options. Decisions, decisions. “Hmm… which ones do you want more?

Lyte shrugged and simply shoved his arms out towards her. “Your money, your snack! I’m good, Illia.” His white and wooly tail flicked back and forth behind him. “Besides, it was nice getting out of the library for a bit. Dig in!”

“Better not hear you complaining about wanting something to eat after all this,” she teased as the snake shoved a pair of twiggy fingers into the purple rimmed jar of blueberries. So ripe and firm! Wiggling side to side she poked the blueberry between her lips and clamped her jaw shut. A soothing liquid that tantalized her tongue squished out against the roof of her mouth and trickled down her throat. Ahh, delicious! In went another and another and another until she finally yoinked the entire jar from Lyte’s grasp and emptied the remainders of its berryliciousness into her waiting maw. With a triumphant smack shut of her mouth, purple streams of liquid streamed out from between her lips. “Urk!” As did a fine blue mist.

“W-what the?! Illia!”

She swallowed hard, her neck bulging as the mass of fruit and energy settled into her gut. The snake groaned as she urfed and a cloud of crackling energy wafted up from between her lips and out from her nostrils.

“Crap, crap, crap!” Bleating and bahhing in distress Lyte reached out with his free hand and curled his soft fingers around Illia’s rough wrist. His heart sank when he felt the shivering of her body rattle his limb to and fro. “Illia I’m so sorry! Augh, I got gypped!” The sheepy bahhed softly while he watched her lengthy frame compact and compress in on itself.

Illia belonged to a handful of mages that were dreadfully allergic to magic that did not originate from within their own mortal coils. Any infusion of outside magic was treated as a malicious infection and her body overreacted by purging all magic free from her frame so as to be certain the coast was clear! Unfortunately though, said purge tended to have a detrimental effect on the allergy sufferer’s size and stature.

“How are you doing Illia?” Lyte loosened his grip as Illia’s wrist dwindled down to but a frail twig and the sizeable snakey retracted to the length of a single bookcase!

The garter snake leaned into her friend’s warm and wooly fingers and urfed. “Urp. No…” She closed her eyes as nausea threatened to overtake her timid form. Shivers wracked her scaly frame when she felt Lyte’s fingers cup around her protectively and her tail drooped off over his palm. “Hrup…” Illia gagged as the majority of her tiny frame dwindled down to the thickness of a spaghetti noodle. Save for her torso. Her lumpy mass of a belly heaved out before while her scaly gut compacted around the mass of berries already stuffed inside her.

Setting her down upon a bookshelf, Lyte sighed. He sadly watched her lean back against the spine of a book and rub her distended gut. “Sorry Illia… didn’t know those had been sussed up like that. I can uh… I can go get a refund if you want?” His ears drooped when she reached forward and clasped those tiny fingers of hers against his rock-hard fingertip.

“No… no it’s… well it’s not fine. But I know you wouldn’t do this on purpose.” Crossing her arms about her chest she let loose a tired huff. “May as well slide the rest of ‘em my way while you’re at it. Even if they’re bad for me they still taste good. And…” she shrugged, “not like my allergies can get any worse at this point.”

Lyte laughed nervously. “True! But let’s set you up away from the books, alright?” Fingers wrapped around Illia’s squishy self, mindful not to squeeze her bloated belly, the sheep dropped her atop a nearby table. Taking up a seat before her he plucked out a strawberry and set it before her. Lyte arched his brows as he watched her greedily chomp into its rubbery red side, navigating her maw around the seeds as big as her head. “So what were you brushing up on earlier?” Chin resting in the palm of his hand he curiously watched Illia gorge herself.

She took bigger and bigger bites hoping to mask her beet red blush with sweet sticky juice. Her body groaned and rumbled as it tiredly tried forcing out the latest influx of magic but failed pitifully. There was no longer any magic contained within her that it recognized as its own and refused to so much as attempt to exert any influence over this nefarious new source. Her rail thin frame started to bulge and bloat as the magic did to her what it did to the strawberries she so desperately inhaled.

“Hello, Illia?” The ovine reached forward and nudged her gently with a finger.

Tail coiling in on itself in embarrassment she impatiently grabby grabbed at Lyte. With a roll of his eyes and bleat he nudged another berry towards her.

“J-just…” She wrapped her softening arms around the snakey sized snack and sank her teeth into it. Anything to halt the flow of conversation. Eyes squinted in displeasure she shoved larger and larger chunks down her maw and into her taut tummy. Another strawberry down and Illia had inflated to nearly the size of Lyte’s hand. “You know. Just… stuff.”

Lyte pinched another fruit between his fingertips and placed it down before her. “What kind of stuff?”

One sentence per strawberry. Illia could maintain that pace easily until she found a subtle way to shift subjects. She unhinged her jaw and devoured half of it with a single snap of her teeth. “Well if you must know…” Illia groaned as she felt her bloated fingers begin to chafe together and her belly sag out before her. She had been forcing it earlier but now that her gut had ballooned out… she actually was starting to feel a little puckish.

“You’re the one getting defensive here!” He shot right back with a smirk. “You know that only encourages me, right?” Lyte bahhed as her thick tail flopped forward and dragged the entire jar towards her. “Illia?”

She started swallowing them whole. Every burst of magic nearly doubling her in size. The garter snake didn’t even notice when splinters in the table’s wooden frame began to spider out from under her. Or when it ceased to be a table and more of a gathering of planks and shards that didn’t really cushion her all that well.

“Illia, easy!” One hoof set down after another, Lyte slowly distanced himself from the loomy lass.

…Swelling out of control wasn’t exactly what she had in mind, but Illia would take it! As fine a way to change the topic as any. Her eyes briefly drifted down towards her scaredy sheep. “Hey now, what’s that look for?” Another strawberry found its way between her lips. She shuddered briefly as her fat thick tail mooshed against the bookshelves behind her. Fatty flesh creasing and depressing as it bloomped around the pillars of knowledge. “I’m not mad, promise!”

“Any chance you can restrain yourself from and no that’s asking too much isn’t it.” Lyte’s shoulders drooped as she simply tossed the jar into her mouth and swallowed whole. He meeped as a mountain of belly obscured his view to the accompanying cacophony of one bookshelf after another collapsing under the tide of tub. The domino effect was avoided entirely as Illia’s form filled out faster than inertia could carry them and soon came to quietly smother them! Two bloated fingers, free space no longer a concept that separated the two, monopolized the subdued sheepy’s view. Squishy soft and cold to the touch they gently mooshed around him and brought him up to their owner’s soft dimpled face.

“Think fast, Illia!” she screamed within the interior of her mind. The snake gulped nervously as she felt him sink into the creases of her fattyfat palm. “Oh gosh he’s cute when he’s this small. Umm umm umm…” her train of thought threatened to derail and reveal its mushy contents. S-she wasn’t ready yet! No no no she would ask him out good and proper when she’d had enough practice. And figured out what folds of her fat the self-help section had disappeared into. She needed to keep laying down the tracks until then. She needed…. Oh! She needed to keep growing! That would definitely keep his mind off of what she was trying to sneak a peek at earlier. Yes. Leaving this to future and much bigger Illia was the obvious best course of action.

Illia cleared her throat, her deep and husky voice surprising even her. “Say uh… Lyte?” That thick forked tongue of hers wiped around the circumference of her lips. “You wouldn’t happen to remember what stall you hit up for that grocery run, do you?” Illia stifled a belch that would have sent her friend careening off her palm. “I’m feeling up for seconds!”