I've been getting in the habit of writing rapid-fire, oneshot, ultra-quick stories of whatever I'm inspired by at that moment. Here's hopefully the first collection out of many! Includes a whole ton of stuff. All the usual stuff I draw and write about really.

Beyond Your Wildest Dreams
“Alright; he’ll be here any moment!” says Sai. She looked like a pooltoy come to life, her silvery hide of vinyl shaped to look something like a cross between a lion and fox. Cartoonish angel wings, connected to nothing at all, fluttered above her back, and five blue orbs hovered over her head as she smiled at you. Somehow, you knew she was the goddess of balloons, even though she never said that.

But whoever it is she promised to introduce to you was nowhere in sight, even as you look around. Then you blink.

And suddenly, it’s there. A strange, rubber creature, deep black and glossy like ink, was right before you. It had no eyes, its muzzle seemed sealed closed; its ears were merely triangular blocks atop its blank head. Its nose was pointed somewhat askew to you, and yet you felt intensely watched by it. This, Sai claimed, was to be your very own guarian.

Sai giggled, and pawed out from around the black beast. She really put the guarian’s size into perspective; Sai could easily rest her forepaws on your shoulders, and yet Sai herself would find the guarian a comfortable mount.

You idly wondered if you actually could ride the latex beast.

“This is Deepuar. He’s been so excited to meet you!” Sai said. Sure enough, the beast lowered its— his— long neck to tenderly nose at your chest and shoulders in an affectionate gesture. Shivering at the unfamiliar texture, slick and smooth and cool, you gingerly rub Deepuar back. Your hands press just subtly into his neck, yet they sink far deeper into him than they should have; Deepuar must be inflatable, like Sai.

You took a moment to reflect on the absurdity of suddenly meeting two living balloons quite literally out of nowhere. And yet, here they were.

“He’ll fix your insomnia right up! Just let him sleep in your room, and you’ll find yourself drifting right off with him. Oh, and don’t worry about feeding or walking him, he can take care of himself! But I bet he’d love a polish now and then, hmm?”

The balloon monster ponderously bobbed his head in agreement.

Sai pat-patted Deepuar, making a soft drumming noise. “That’s the spirit, bud. You be good to your new pal, okay?” She glanced back your way. “It’s getting late, so I should be on my way. If you need me, just let Deepuar know, and I’ll be right with ya!”

You barely have time to squeak out an acknowledgement before Sai spreads her wings and flaps once, soaring up towards your ceiling. But by the time your eyes catch up… she had vanished without a trace.

You glance at the wall. Midnight exactly. You glance at Deepuar, who was still there, in audacious defiance of everything you thought you knew about the world. You didn’t feel tired at all. And yet you told your new companion you might as well give it a try, and waved him on towards your bedroom.

He followed lazily, a great big tail dragging against your carpet. Nearly every time you rounded a tight corner, he bumped right into it — was he actually blind? He must be following you somehow…

Regardless, you stepped through your bedroom doorway, and Deepuar followed. He was too bulky; his elastic body made soft, hollow sounds of shifting and creaking as he pulled himself through anyway, up until his hindquarters snapped free with a soft *bwum!*

You felt intensely watched again as you got under your covers. You still didn’t feel the least bit tired. Instead, you just watched back as Deepuar lied down at the foot of your bed.

And then there were stars.

The world around you had vanished, replaced by the infinite deep black of space, and countless twinkling stars and galaxies. You blink, and Deepuar is suddenly right there at your side. You didn’t feel the least bit afraid. In fact, you felt more relaxed than you’ve been in *years.* You drift without a care through the cosmos, and as you pass through a nebula, you breathe it in, and the sweetest of dreams fill your mind and soul.

Somewhere else, your sleeping body sighs, and smiles. And just beside it, a lazy, latex beast rolls over, proud of a job well done.


Dresses and Huntresses
When the vixen got out of her car at the edge of the trail, she found her date already waiting for her.

She could tell how much the snow leopard towered over her, even though she was all the way at the trail entrance, reclined against the tree, dressed up in a tight, sporty tank top and shorts. Over seven feet tall with toned muscles, while the fox had barely hit five feet in her youth and still struggled to put on weight at all. She blushed a tad, looking all over at the confident cat. Her fur was so well-styled; she’d really gone all out on presentation, even if they’d both be a mess hardly an hour into their hunting date.

The fox stepped closer, the leopard left her tree to meet her. That bushy tail wagged; she was even taller up close! “So, you’re my blind date today, eh?” the leopard asked. Without warning, she scooped up the fox in her massive hand-paws, holding her firmly despite her flustered squirming. “Why, aren’t you a cute little thing? My name’s Sarah.”

“Mmh! I’m Kelsie!” the fox replied, her wriggling slowing down, but not quite stopping. “It’s, uh, nice to meet you!”

“Kelsie, oh, that’s an adorable name,” the leopard replies, her smile broadening. She leans down, opening her maw just enough to lick the fox between her ears. The shy, vulpine whimpers got all the more apparent.

“Eep! Licking on the first date…!”

“Mm? I just couldn’t help it! I’m a licker, hon!”

Kelsie held eye contact with the smirking cat for a moment or two. Then, leaned upward to draw her tongue across Sarah’s muzzle. To Kelsie’s satisfaction, Sarah’s eyes went wide in response, the leopard stunned.

Then, that strong smile returned. “Oh, I think we’ll be getting along _just_ fine.” She sets her date down, then gestures for her to follow. “But for now, we have some game to stalk. Show me how nimble a fox can be, and I’ll show you the power of a snow leopard.”

Kelsie smiled dreamily at the thought. Somehow she knew this was the first hunt of many.


Microfic: Oxysynthesis
If she got all her reagents right, it should— she gasped. The Shaymin girl’s potion turned the same brilliant red as her cheeks. It… w-worked. But like any good scientist, she knew she had to… test it, first.

Her tall ears twitched and waved, and she brushed back her tousled green hair with a hand. It was getting hard to control herself, knowing what was coming. Best to… to get it over with!

She hurried to her testing chamber (actually a repurposed classroom), shut the door… and gulped, looking at the long, sharp, metal rod set into the opposite wall. It was an efficient, low-cost test of tensile strength, she said in her grant proposal. That was all.

Her pale cheeks burned beet red at the sight of the spike. “That was all.”

She flicked on the sun lights, blinking for a moment in the sudden noon-day brightness. Then… downed the potion in one long gulp.

The first change was almost immediate. A warm tingling sensation spread from her belly outward, then pulsed through body in waves. Each one had her feeling like… less. She was lighter. Softer. *Shinier.* She pushed at her side, and found her finger sinking as far as she cared to, along with a long, high squeaakkk! She bit her lip, eyes shut. She loved being a balloon.

The next change became noticeable shortly thereafter. As a Grass-type, she was naturally photosynthetic, and this potion was designed not just to keep that ability, but enhance it. She smiled a loose, dreamy smile, patting her belly as it went from flat to curved to round. It also kept all the oxygen it produced inside her. A pioneering oxysynthesis method, she said back then. That was all.

She gasped, shuddered, let herself *indulge* in the feeling of her belly, her chest, her hips, her *everything* getting so full, so curvy, so round! Her blimpy rear soon pressing against the door, her breasts expanding into a hilly valley that blocked off sight of what was to come.

Her breath caught as she felt the spike against her belly. Then she whined, soft and long, as she just kept expanding around it.

That was the last change— a revolutionary technique in magitechnical latex synthesis meant rubber products (like balloons) could be made not just tougher, not just stretchier, but nigh indestructible.

As the Shaymin expanded more, the spike seemed to push deeeeper and deeper into her. One concentrated *point* of pressure, of pleasure! Her breaths came in short gasps, her hands exploring her increasingly sensual form. She wanted more, she *needed* more. And with the lights so bright, the room so big, that was exactly what she got.

The spike penetrated deeper with every passing moment, the rubber around it stretched to an extreme— but not broken. She knew all the science, and she still just… couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe how big she was, how stretched she was, how she was still getting bigger with a needle the size of a flagpole shoved right in her rubber gut.

Her rear reached from floor to ceiling, eventually. Her boobs pressed against the lights overhead, accelerating their growth. Her belly reached from wall to wall, then continued its relentless march to enfold the whole of the spike into her blissfully stretched form… and… succeeded.

Trapped against every surface. Moaning her need and pleasure into her own bloated balloon of a body. The pressure in her only increasing from the relentless oxysynthesis… She was thankful she made sure the room was rated for a strain like her.

Then, she let out a little awkward laugh, a single moment of clarity as she recalled the extra change she made to the potion formula: She had changed its duration from one hour to six.

The entirety of the room was smothered in flustered rubber Shaymin, helpless, blissful whines echoing through the rubber form against every wall, every sun light, and every last inch of that sharp, steel spike.

What a glorious day for science.


Microfic: Catnapped! Reprisal
One moment, Nyx was looking down at his phone, walking along the streets of Furaf one winter evening, and then next— *bwump!* He crashed right into something very big and *very* soft. Stumbling back, dazed, he caught himself, caught a glance at what he crashed into—

Then caught his breath.

At first he noticed the belly. Wide, round, wobbling, deep velvet red, a balloon tie for a navel, glistening in the streetlights all about. He would have thought it was just that, a big red balloon, were it not for the golden thighs to either side of it, the comparatively thin chest above and— wearing a spiked collar— a Goodra, with her face in a smug cartoonish grin.

The living balloon leered over the relatively puny tiger boy, her smirk getting wider just as his face turned redder. “Nice stockings, little twink,” she called.

He mewed, looking down at the glossy black rubber covering his legs. “Th.. thanks!” he stammered out. As his eyes flicked back up to the utterly massive, pear-shaped Goodra balloon, though, his breath became a shudder all over again.

“Oh, I see the way you look at the Queen,” the living toy called, swaying back and forth, everything from horns to belly to tail wobbling like the soft rubber toys they were. “Call yourself lucky; she’s decreed you can be hers for the night!”

Nyx narrowed his eyes, but instead of speaking, he yelped; the plump toy had scooped him up in a hug, a long creaaakkk as he’s embraced against her chest. The tiger flailed, gasped, kicked at that bouncy rubber, but the feeling of being pressed so tight to wonderfully soft balloon latex… It was only moments before he was trapped in a blissful haze, practically putty in the Queen’s arms.

Without wasting a moment, however, the Goodra brought his maw to hers— and blew. Nyx’s eyes went wide; air rushed down his throat, filling his lungs, filling his belly—*kept* filling! How was that possible? And yet fill he did, gas bloating his belly like a beach ball while it trickled into his limbs, his tail, his whole form.

His squirming resumed in earnest at the absurdity of a *balloon* blowing up a *person*. Yet he didn’t pull away— if anything, he just pushed himself more against the Goodra as his body went from chubby to plush to huge to *round.*

Limbs stiffening, body… lightening? His tail pulled up. His legs pulled up, his *body* pulled up, he was floating! Yet the smug Goodra held firm to the inexplicably buoyant tiger, while continuing to fill him up to the brim...

…The next minute was an endless haze of creaakkk and hissss and fwoooshhh and crrkkrkkkk...

...And when the Goodra broke the kiss, Nyx found himself floating up, up on the end of a string, bobbling helplessly in the air. He was bigger than her now.

Tug tug, wobble wobble. He gasped, wiggling what little he could— he wanted to cover his helplessly blushing face, but his hands were each six feet from his cheeks, with a mountain of blissfully soft latex between them.

“Little twinks make the best big royal balloons,” the Queen says with a snicker. “Ahh, I wonder if this one will last the whole night, for once…”

Flustered mewling followed the pair all the way home.



Microfic: Sai’s Morning Routine
The inflatable goddess stirred, mumbled, creaaakkked as she stretched against her bed. Sai blinked her eyes open, then smiled at Tory under the covers with her. It was her turn to be Sai’s bedtime toy, which for the giant lioness balloon— plump, feral, 12 feet long— meant being her owner’s bed altogether.

Pat, pat. The motion sent a drum-like sound through the divine toy’s bedroom. “Good moooorning, Tory!”

Tory didn’t respond. And Sai would have been surprised otherwise, given that Tory was inanimate. And yet, from within that sentient plaything, Sai could sense the empty, airy bliss of a well-cared-for balloon.

The kitsuleo smiled, then rolled off the cat’s back, flumping to the carpet where her other toys rested unmoving through the night. “Morning Jeni, morning Mizuki!” Jeni was the big-bellied heart-themed doe, currently propped up against Mizuki. In turn, she was normally a standard-sized blue-and-white tigress, but this particular morning she was a striped ball as wide as Tory was long. Sai was testing that toy’s limits, trying to help her stretch bigger than ever.

Sai felt her heart flutter with love for them all, and could easily sense her toys’ love in return. She went around, giving each one their good morning kiss and hug. A smooth on that cat’s painted-on smile, a kiss on the simple decal of a deer nose, and then for Mizuki…

She pushes her nose to the tiger’s; that toy was taut as a drum! But… she had all night to stretch, right? She kisses that tiger smile and blows, inexplicably puffkissing the balloon. Surely she had a little— boom!

Blue and white scraps scattered through the room like confetti. Guess not!

But Sai just giggled, and booped Jeni’s nose again, making the stiff deer wobble… and hiss, magically beginning to inflate. “Sorry I popped your tiger, Miss Jeni! Here, you can join her! And later on I’ll fix you two up, but first, breakfast with Tory!”

Even with her doorways as wide as they were, it was a hassle getting that giant lion out of the bedroom. In fact, by the time she got the toy out and turned to close the door, she just caught sight of a overstretched pink balloon bursting to bits.

The divine fox just giggled at the display, shutting the door on the dancing pink and blue scraps, then carrying her bulky lioness through the hallway. Her toys were her joys, every single day…



Microfic: Brand New Nurse
She felt the latex of her new arm, still in awe hours after the conversion. Her body was light, soft— oh so soft. Pulses of electricity flowing through the nanite swarm embedded into it, carrying a message of sensual bliss and pleasure that washed over her consciousness, now distributed among the AI swarm woven into her balloon body.

She felt the curve of her new hips, her new chest, the gentle yielding of rubber kept stretched and taut with air. Her bulky, hollow bunny ears. The headband now permanently a part of her, and the cross logo proudly painted on it.

The inflatable nurse bunny blinked her glowing, cherry-red eyes. She’d be crying if she was still able to.

“Right, nearly done,” the technician said. An otter, his shining blue irises framed by the same black scleras she now had, and the gloss of his latex cheeks reflecting the delicate blue light. He ducked his head shyly as he made eye contact with her. “J-just gotta upload the nurse .wiki.” Those cheeks turned purple, a red blush beneath blue reflections. “All the healthcare routines, plus the, uh, teasy stuff. Yeah.”

The control panel before him seemed to move through menus on its own. Then, suddenly, she felt a request in her mind. *Download and install TeasyNurse v3.7?*

Hardly a microsecond passed before she accepted.

And then she understood. Proper treatment for ailments and injuries of all kinds. The emotional care that was not just a supplement, but a core component of nursing.

…*And*, how to exploit that in the bedroom.

Her memories of being a man felt so distant already.

“Everything install correctly?” the otter asked, after a moment.

“Oh, hm, I’m not sure,” she said, with sudden confidence and swagger. She stepped closer to the assistant, airy body softly squeaking, until her full chest scattered blue light more than red. “Won’t you please help this silly bunny girl run some tests…?”

Her only reply was a shuddering whimper. She smirked, then fell right on him.