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"Chocobo? More like ChocOHNO. WEDNESDAY DON'T. YOU KNOW THOSE MALBOROS WILL GO RIGHT TO YOUR-"
When I initially posted this very FF XIV centric story I did not think all the words would fit in the Submission Description. Turns out they do!
I write words for
T-Bone arts here and there and figured why not actually share some of said art! It's very good and silly and cute and this piece prominently features his loomy Chocobo lass, Wednesday! Adventuring through the MSQ in FFXIV Endwalker and, spoilers spoilers spoilers, meeting some very plot relevant characters and getting up to sizey shenanigans along the way.
The story proper can be found HERE or, if you're lazy, just feel free to read it below.
Art by and story for T-Bone
“Don't be like that,” Terry smirked. “Think about it. We were how many paradoxes deep while adventuring through Alexander?”
The Chocobo beside him, clad in crimson attire, rolled her eyes and chirped.
“I'm just saying.” Flashing a toothy grin, the knightly dragon nudged at his silent companion's shoulder. Wednesday couldn't help but blush and excitedly ruffle her tail feathers when he did so. “We're no strangers to time travel.”
Their forms, transparent and ephemeral, skulked about the oversized lobby. Though their armored footsteps echoed noisily against the tiled floor none of the robed ancients paid them any mind. Even so, Terry and Wednesday both opted to hug along the walls as they searched for an exit.
“Kweh!” Perking to attention, Wednesday held a feathery hand up before her. Her broad fingers, white in color, pointed at a vast and ornate set of doors that seemingly stretched to the very sky. Locking eyes, the duo nodded at one another and advanced towards it.
“See? Easy in and out,” Terry smirked as he slapped a hand against it. Rolling his shoulders, the Paladin stepped back as he hyped himself up for a running start.
Twirling about in place, Wednesday popped off a cast of Aetherial Mimicry. Weapon drawn, an ornate cane adorned with the likeness of a Bomb, the Chocobo's white tipped feathers took on a faint green hue as she readied cast after cast of Pom Cure.
Shield raised, Terry hurled himself into the door. To his surprise, and Wednesday's for good measure, he didn't bounce off of it so much as he... sank into it. The structure not only refused to budge it outright refused to return, much less acknowledge, the physical force thrown at it.
KUPO-PO!
Terry's ears drooped at the unnecessary burst of healing magic. Chirping nervously, Wednesday took to scratching at her cheek.
“...Elidibus did say that didn't he,” Terry said with a swallow. The fallen Ascian had warned them that they were to be silent observers, not actors, on history's stage.
Wednesday dared to reach a hand out towards one of the ancients, an absolutely towering human bearing an ivory mask, that lumbered past. Her fingers did not brush against the dark cloth so much as it phased right through it. “Kweh?”
“I-it's fine!” Terry unconvincingly assured her. “We''ll just bide our time until someone passes through the gate. That should afford us time enough to slip through.”
“Kweh kweh?”
“...I hadn't thought that far ahead,” the Paladin grimaced as he pondered the logistics, and luck, required for their return trip. “Well fine. What's your idea then?”
Hand held up before her, Wednesday's beak hung slack... as she shot down her own ideas no sooner than she could ponder them.
“Not so easy is it?” Terry snarked.
“Kweh!” she huffed with her cheeks puffed out. Brows furrowed, she gestured back towards the vast Aetheryte installed into the lobby's center.
Terry pinched at his chin as he mulled the possibility. “Huh. That could work! ...Provided we can even attune to it that is,” he trailed off as his tone steadily deflated.
“Kweh...” Shoulders slouched, Wednesday leaned into her erstwhile companion as he took to rubbing at the color contrasting Blue Mage's back.
“Like I said. Don't be like that,” Terry gently retorted. “We'll figure something out. We always do.”
BEW BEW
A flash of light erupted from the Aetheryte as a pair of ancients teleported into the lobby. A voice, familiar yet strange, spoke.
“And here we are. Elpis.”
Terry and Wednesday couldn't help but turn to face them as their souls stirred. A masked human sporting vibrant pink hair tied into a ponytail, and whose knees they would struggle to stand eye level with, effortlessly exuded a sense of comfort and warmth.
“Kweh kweh kweh?”
“You too? I feel like we've met him before but... where?” In silence the dragon and Chocobo crept closer as they couldn't help but eavesdrop.
The other ancient, irritation plain in his voice, deigned to speak when he found himself accosted and informed by yet another that he was expected to remove his mask. “Come now, is this truly necessary? Surely you can tell who we are...”
It couldn't be. Terry and Wednesday immediately side-eyed one another. “Emet?”
Emet-Selch, the villainous yet pitiable Ascian they had come to understand and free from a millenia's worth of burdens, turned to face them when they uttered his name. His piercing yellow eyes, hidden behind locks of pale white hair that draped down to his shoulders, came to rest upon the allegedly invisible duo.
Harrumphing, Emet turned his attention back to the unwelcome interloper who had informed him of Elpis' policy regarding masks. “...Satisfied?”
The Paladin and Blue Mage shuffled back towards the immovable gate with heavy hearts. Arms crossed about her chest, Wednesday regarded Emet with a sad smile. “Kweh kweh?”
Terry simply shrugged his shoulders while Emet-Selch, and his strange yet familiar friend, drew close. “Like it or not he's our best chance out of here.”
Wednesday ruffled her tail feathers and reluctantly chirped.
Terry took to nudging the Chocobo once more. “Besides, it sounds like he's touring the place. This could be the opportunity we've been waiting for!”
“K-kweh!” Resolutely nodding her head, Wednesday stood at the ready alongside Terry to slip out into Elpis proper once Emet threw wide the gates. In dread anticipation she and her dear dragon companion watched and waited as the their former foe slowed to a halt before them.
The pink haired ancient walking alongside Emet cocked his head. “By the by... you see them too, yes?”
Emet pointedly turned his gaze away from Terry and Wednesday in irritation. “I haven't the foggiest what you're talking about.”
Eyes gone wide, the Paladin and Blue Mage started sweating bullets.
“Hmm? That's odd.” The familiar stranger dropped to a crouch before the out of time travelers and pointed directly at Terry. “They're right here! A bit thin in the aether, but there's no mistaking it – the color of their souls is almost identical to Azem's. Do you suppose he created them? Rather unusual for familiars to have a soul, though...”
Emet, with a dramatic sigh, turned his attention back towards Terry and Wednesday as his forehead threatened to slip over his brows. “Don't ask me. All I know is that they're trouble – doubly so if that one is his spitting image. So let's leave them be. Come, now.”
“Kweh kweh kweh?” Wednesday nervously chirped under her breath.
“The timeline hasn't collapsed in on itself yet has it?” Terry angrily whispered back.
“Kweh kweh!?”
“It's fine! We'll just shadow someone else!”
“KWEH!”
The pink haired ancient hummed as he happily regarded the diminutive duo. “They're trying to say something... but they're literally too intangible to form words.”
Terry, as did Wednesday, froze in place at the passing observation.
Rising to his feet, dusting off his robe as he did so, the familiar stranger turned to Emet. “Why don't you give them some aether? Spare a snifter of your bounteous reserves.”
Emet scoffed. “Who do you take me for?” he indignantly asked.
Back and forth the ancients playfully began to bicker as Terry and Wednesday not so subtly tried to remove themselves from the conversation.
Head hanging low, Emet bitterly sighed at having been bullied into doing the right thing yet again. Lips scrunched, he stared daggers at the annoyingly familiar familiars. “I suggest you close your eyes, or this may be... unpleasant.” His robes shuffled loudly as he raised a hand high above his head and pinched together his thumb and middle finger.
“Kweh kweh?” Wednesday fearfully asked as she clenched her eyes shut.
“It's as good an alibi as any,” Terry whined as he heeded Emet's instructions.
A piercing, and nostalgic, snapping of fingers punctuated the darkness. “You may open your eyes,” spoke Emet.
Terry slowly cracked open his peepers. Blinking repeatedly, he immediately took notice of the fact that his limbs were no longer transparent. For good or for ill he and Wednesday were now free to not just observe but influence history itself! “We''ll definitely have to tread carefully and play this close to our chests...” he thought to himself.
Laughter, rich and heartfelt, distracted Terry from his brooding as the familiar stranger couldn't help but chuckle. “Still a touch small, don't you think?”
Emet rolled his eyes and defensively crossed his arms about his chest. “The size befits its proportions. Besides, it's hardly my fault their souls are so tangled together as it is.”
“As elegant an excuse as any to explain away the rather uneven distribution of aether...” the pink haired human teased. “I will defer to your experience then.”
Terry reflexively cocked a brow. “Uneven? Wednesday, do you have any idea what they're talllllllllallalll!” Fumbling backwards, the draconic paladin stammered and choked on his words when he found himself eye level not just with Emet's knees but the Chocobo's as well. The bird's brown scaled toes twiddled and thrummed nervously before him as Wednesday struggled to peer down at him past her now extremely generous, and vest straining, bust.
“Kweh? Kweh kweh?” Blushing furiously, the colossal Chocobo fidgeted in place as she found herself thoroughly flustered by the sudden disparity in size. T-t-tiny Terry...
Head craned back, Terry couldn't help but gawk as his eyes wandered up up up along the Chocobo's shapely legs and came to linger upon her ample thighs. By the Twelve... they were thicker than he was tall. “N-never better,” he mumbled back.
The familiar stranger cleared his throat. “Without further ado, then... Greetings! I am Hythlodaeus, chief of the Bureau of the Architect.”
Distracted as they were with one another, both Terry and Wednesday's eyes lit up at the realization that they were speaking with their new old friend.
Hythlodaeus gestured to the ancient who needed no introduction. “Sulking beside me is the most honorable Emet-Selch of the Convocation of Fourteen. And how might we address you, my new friends?”
Wednesday chirped, squawked, and fumbled for words as the feathers lining her cheeks subtly transitioned to a bright crimson color. Head buried in her feathery hands, she shyly splayed her fingers before bumping at Terry with a foot as big as his torso.
Sighing, the relatively tiny dragon took command of the conversation. “Call me Terry. This one answers to Wednesday,” he said with a smirk as he gently knocked at the Chocobo's calves.
“Fine names. And I'm pleased to see you understand our words,” Hythlodaeus beamed. So tell us, whence have you come? The thinness of your essence suggests you weren't created here...”
Lips pulled flat, Terry furiously pondered his options. Anything offer than the truth would surely crumble apart under Hythlodaeus and Emet's discerning gaze.
Hythlodaeus curiously regarded his guest's silence. “You do not know... or you cannot say. Allow me to ask a different question, then. What brings you here?”
Wednesday tentatively nodded down at Terry. It seemed an innocuous enough inquiry.
Tongue pressing against the roof of his mouth, the Paladin carefully enunciated out one word at a time. “We... we want to learn about Elpis.”
Hythlodaeus' face lit up with a smile at the response. “Well now, the same as us...” The pink haired ancient turned to Emet-Selch and thought out loud. “Perhaps Azem wished to come too, but had to settle for a familiar. Though I cannot help but notice that one, Wednesday, struggles to be understood in turn. Is aught amiss?”
Beak tucked against her chin, the Chocobo shrank in on herself as she bunched her shoulders together. Blessed as he was with the Echo... Terry was the only one who could understand her.
“T-t-that's because... because...” Terry stalled as he rushed to her aid. Standing before the bird's broad digits, Wednesday having shamefully slid one foot over the other, the Paladin grasped for an excuse. “You uh... you know how Azem tends to get when the wanderlust takes him! Before he can finish one thought he's already being led astray by another.”
“Kweh...” Wednesday weakly chirped as she clasped her hands together. Her eyes began to sweat at the sight of her steadfast friend, near and dear to her heart, stepping up to her defense.
Hythlodaeus shook his head. “Why am I not surprised? Forgive my decided lack of tact, Wednesday.”
Tail feathers swishing proudly behind her, Wednesday affectionately chirped at Terry. Her enormous scaled toes lovingly nudged against him as he heaved a sigh of relief. That was their alibi and they were sticking to it!
At that, Emet scowled. “If Azem truly wished to be here, then he would be.”
Or not. Terry and Wednesday froze in place, mid-celebration, as they held their breaths.
“Right you are...” Hythlodaeus said with a playful shrug. He turned his attention back towards his esteemed guests. “My apologies if we've given offense. The two of us can discern the color of souls, you see, and yours happens to resemble that of a friend.”
Teeth clenched, Terry unintentionally whistled as he drew shallow breaths. “Y-you don't say?”
“And with your purpose matching our own besides, we jumped to a hasty conclusion,” Hythlodaeus continued. “We are here to speak with Hermes, the chief overseer of this facility, which we also intend to tour in order to gain greater insight into the man's work. 'We' I say, though, this is Emet-Selch's charge. I am here only to serve as his guide.”
With but a knowing wink, Hythlodaeus effortlessly put the frazzled bird and dragon at ease. “And I should be happy to serve as yours as well – by way of an apology for the misunderstanding.”
Myriad wrinkles embedded themselves into Emet-Selch's forehead. “Wait, are you suggesting that we bring them along on official business? These things we know next to nothing about?”
Hythlodaeus offered up a halfhearted shrug. “If you harbor suspicions, better to keep them close than leave them to their own devices, wouldn't you agree?” Bidding Terry and Wednesday to follow, the towering human approached the gates while Emet quietly fumed.
“Welcome, my friends-” Hythlodaeus boasted as he effortlessly pushed apart the ornate metal doors, “To the testing ground of creation at heavens' edge: Elpis!”
Jaws hung slack, the Paladin and crimson clad Blue Mage wordlessly stepped forward into the forgotten paradise. A lush and brilliant chain of islands, their shores wreathed with mortar and adorned with Amaurotine architecture, stretched out before them into the clouds themselves.
A sincere smile crept up along Hythlodaeus' visage as he watched his visitors, big and small, step out into the warmth of the sun.
“Kweh kweh?” Wednesday asked as she ran a hand through the feathers that lined her head. She inhaled deeply of the crisp and enervating air as clouds, wispy and thin, surged over the island and lapped at her ankles.
“Not. At. All...” Terry trailed off as creatures, familiar and foreign, danced between the dense forests that dotted the airborne archipelago.
“So then!” Hythlodaeus said with a clap. “Shall we begin?”
“Kweh?”
“No, for the last time!” Terry grunted as he jogged alongside Wednesday.
The Chocobo rolled her eyes and chirped. Picking up the pace, just barely so, she watched with some satisfaction as Terry was forced into a dead sprint just to keep up with her leisurely strides. “Kweh. Kweh kweh kweh?”
Panting, the draconic Paladin snickered something fierce. “Absolutely not.”
“Kweh kweh...” Wednesday cooed as she twiddled her feathery fingers at the Petaloudai fluttering past.
Blood rushed to Terry's face at the thought of the Chocobo learning to replicate the selfsame magic that Hythlodaeus wielded during his earlier demonstration. Both of them had tugged rather uncomfortably at their collars as they watched him effortlessly reshape and remake those beautiful butterflies into robes. “Don't you threaten me with a good time...” he mumbled under his breath.
“Kweh?”
“Nothing! Nothing,” Terry mumbled with his cheeks puffed out. “It's just... a lot. This pace. I-I mean this place.”
Wednesday answered with a shake of her head and a sing song hum as they continued to stroll about the gardens of Philomythes Notos. At Hythlodaeus' encouragement they had taken to exploring the area to see for themselves what concepts, and creatures, aether could be willed into. Though... whatever it was they were supposed to find in Elpis, whatever it was that could clarify the nature and cause of the Final Days, still eluded them.
Arms swinging at his sides, Terry's lungs burned as the Chocobo's enormous feet thumped beside him. Even for all his best efforts he found himself zigging and zagging with the thooms of her every heavy footfall. “It's one thing to hear the term 'creation magics' but another... another... another to see it in...” Terry's sentences became stilted and broken while he stubbornly gasped for air.
“Kweh kweh?”
“In... in... ungh.”
“...Kweh?”
The Paladin snipped back with labored breathing before collapsing face first into the ground.
WHUMPF
“Kweh!” Skidding to a halt, Wednesday immediately readied her tried and true Aetherial Mimicry and Pom Cure combo.
KUPO-PO
Dropping to her knees, with her ample rear resting atop her taloned heels, Wednesday carefully peeled the groaning dragon off of the pavement.
“I said nooooo,” Terry whined as he forced out what little air that remained in his lungs.
Rolling her eyes, Wednesday slid her hands underneath the Paladin's armpits and cuddled him close to her chest. “Kweh,” she stated matter of factly.
“I can take care of myself! A cast or two of Clemency and I'll be-”
Sighing, the Chocobo affectionately booped her beak against Terry as a soothing cast of White Wind washed over him. “Kweh kweh.”
“...Fine,” Terry pouted. Arms crossed about his chest he refused to enjoy the sensation of his partner's enormous breasts pressing against the back of his head as she ferried him over to their rendezvous. Down the beaten and tiled paths they walked until they happened upon a homely set of buildings. As they drew close, to the fountains and planters, Emet-Selch's unmistakable silhouette awaited them before the tallest of the structures.
“And this is where we part ways...” Emet stated with a palpable sense of relief as he gleefully cut their reunion short. Leaning against the door frame he all but physically barred their entry. “We will be discussing highly sensitive affairs. Only a select few may be privy to such knowledge, and that does not include someones who cannot or will not divulge their origins.”
“Kweh kweh kweh kweh,” Wednesday deadpanned. She chirped, quite satisfied with herself, even as Terry bapped at her to mind her manners.
The dragon, his arms now draped over the Chocobo's own, turned to Hythlodaeus. Their fast friend, unfortunately, made it clear that Emet's decision was absolute.
“I'm afraid I find myself in agreement,” Hythlodaeus apologetically clarified. “With that said... if it isn't too much trouble might I ask that you proceed apace without us? Consider this a continuation of the self-guided portion of your tour!”
“Kweh?” Wednesday asked as she cocked her head to the side.
“I... do not quite follow,” Hythlodaeus confessed.
The Chocobo chirped sadly as Terry took to brushing at her fingers. “Are you sure that's alright?” the dragon translated for her. “Just... letting us have the run of the place?”
Hythlodaeus nodded. “I cannot promise that we shan't keep you waiting overlong so I find it only fair.”
Emet followed up with an accusatory finger pointed directly at the duo. “Do not give us a reason to come looking for you.”
“Worry not. We'll reconvene in due time,” Hythlodaeus assured them. Bidding Terry and Wednesday off with a wave, their new old friend disappeared into the building's inner sanctum. Emet-Selch, an ancient known as Hermes, and a curious blue haired girl sporting animalistic, if not outright avian, features followed shortly after.
“Kweh kweh?” Wednesday asked after the doors to the building clicked shut.
Terry bit down on his lip as the Chocobo's heaving bosom all but enveloped him. “I mean. This is what we wanted to begin with isn't it? Time enough to snoop about unsupervised?”
“Kweh kweh,” retorted the Blue Mage.
“...You're not wrong,” the Paladin answered with a roll of his eyes. With no leads to speak of they honestly would be better served waiting for Hythlodaeus and Emet to guide and inform their search. Thal's balls if they knew where to begin looking for the answer to the encroaching apocalypse.
Chirping to herself, Wednesday took to chewing on her thoughts. “...Kweh! Kweh kweh!”
“There are definitely worse ways to spend our time,” Terry snorted. “Sure. I'm game. Can stretch our legs, shake off some rust, and... hold up.”
“Kweh?”
“Do they even know what Riding Maps are? Much less Bicolor Gemstones?”
The Chocobo took to tapping a foot in thoughtful contemplation. “Kweh kweh kweh... kweh kweh kweh?”
“I... guess we could introduce the concept to them if they already haven't. Wait. So is that a whole paradox in and of itself then? Bicolor Gemstones and Riding Maps just never existed until we told the Amaurotians to make them?”
“Kweh kweh,” Wednesday chirped as she playfully booped Terry with her beak.
“I can't not think about it now!” the exasperated dragon replied as he found himself in the throes of an existential crisis. “Gods. Is this a whole thing now?”
“Kweh.”
“Oogh.” Rubbing at his temples, Terry's mind raced. “What else, who else, might just out and out disappear if we forget to tell the Amaurotians to will them into being?!”
BWOOMPH
“Kweh kweh,” Wednesday firmly stated as she buried Terry deep into her cleavage with a crushing hug.
“But-”
The Chocobo shooshed him with ever more suffocating snuggles and affectionate pecks.
“...Alright. FATEs it is then,” Terry mumbled.
“Kwehhhhh!” Wednesday murmured as the tips of her white feathered fingers took on a rosy red hue.
“Hey hey hey hey hey! Let me pull aggro on something before you-”
“KWEH!” Arms tossed out to her sides, jagged pillars of ice erupted out from the Chocobo in rippling waves. Streaks of frost caked her beak as she invoked, and uttered, a cast of Ram's Breath. The herd of rampaging Ixion she had barged her way into lay frozen and motionless for the moment. She would have to act fast.
Teeth bared, Terry lobbed his shield as far as he was able. Come on come on come on come on come onnnn.
Fists clenched, and feathers puffed out, Wednesday's very body pulsed and thrummed. “Kweh kweh!” with a shrill chirp she clapped her hands together to cast Ultravibration. A disorienting and deafening wave of sound exploded out from her palms and shattered every icicle in an instant.
DOO DOOT DOOT DOO DOOT DOOT DOO DOO DOO
Stomping his feet, Terry let loose an inarticulate string of curses as his shield crashed into a pile of ice cubes.
“Kweh kweh!” Wednesday chirped as she excitedly hopped about in place.
BWOOOMPH
Eyes gone wide, Wednesday urfed when her body took on an otherworldly glow. Crimson attire straining and pulling taut, her clothing struggled to contain her swelling form as she inched up and out courtesy of her latest level up.
Slouched over, the Paladin grumbled to himself as he fished his shield out of the detritus and slung it back over his shoulder.
“Kweh kweh kweh,” boasted the Blue Mage as she rest her hands upon her hips. “Kweh?”
Skulking about the underbrush, pushing aside flowers as tall as he was, Terry wordlessly sought out and attuned himself to a nearby Aether current.
“Kweh kweh...” Wednesday chirped in apology. Stomping through the gardens, she bashfully rubbed at an arm as her dear dragon pointedly ignored her.
Flicking at his Aether Compass, Terry bitterly sighed.
“Kweh!” Dropping to a crouch, Wednesday planted her hands upon her knees and bumped at the Paladin's back. “Kweh kweh kweh!”
“Then act like you're sorry!” Terry snapped as his spiked tail lashed behind him. “First the B-Rank and now this!”
Wednesday ruffled her feathers as she shamefully tapped her fingers together. “Kweh kweh...”
“So what if it was a Seedkin? You could have waited!”
Toes bunched together, Wednesday blushed as she rocked back and forth on her heels. The instant she had laid eyes on that monstrous Seedkin, its roots propelling its tree-like form around like tendrils, the Chocobo just couldn't help herself. With her cheeks puffed out, painfully so, she beset it with a cloying cast of Bad Breath. Slow. Paralysis. Blind. Every ailment and more she inflicted upon it. Even as Terry pleaded with her to wait she just... she just... she just couldn't help herself!
“Wednesday!”
The Blue Mage cast her eyes downward. Cheeks burning hot, she regretted nothing. The sensation of plucking its wriggling and leafy form off the ground. How it felt to have its fibrous body fill her mouth and strain her jaw. How she gasped for breath as it bulged in her throat. “K-kweh!”
“Excuses, excuses,” Terry sassed.
Rising to her feet, Wednesday rubbed at the back of her head. Seeing Terry a whole head and shoulders shorter than before, the dwarf of a dragon no longer even reaching up to her knees, made her... feel things. Made her wiggle and blush. “Kweh kweh?”
Terry turned up his scaled snout. “Hells no! You'll have the FATE one and done before I even have the chance to dismount.” His frumpy demeanor wavered when he suddenly found himself bouncing about in place. “H-hey!”
“Kweh kweh!” Wednesday insisted. Stamping in place behind him, the Chocobo whistled and chirped that she could be counted on to follow his lead.
“I'll believe it when I see it,” Terry snarked. Stumbling this way and that, Wednesday's enormous toes constantly and playfully pressing at his heels, the dragon sought out another FATE. “There!” he whispered under his breath.
A flock of Birds of Paradise, or whatever it was the Amaurotians had thought to name them, could be seen preying and gorging themselves on the local Petaloudai. Without some outside interference their numbers would surely be decimated!
Sword drawn, Terry rushed forward. His scaled body positively glistened as he imbued himself with the defensive ward known as Sheltron and launched himself into the fray. As he steadied his gaze and twirled about in place he unleashed the whirlwind of steel known as Prominence. A vortex of grass clippings and bloodied feathers rose around him as every Bird of Paradise came to regard him with murderous intent.
“Kweh!” Wednesday proudly shouted as that was her cue. Twirling about in place, the white tips of her feathers burning bright, the Chocobo whistled as she adopted a dramatic super sentai pose. Her body crackled with energy as she channeled the spells known as Moon Flute and J Kick in short succession.
“KWEHHHHHH!”
Leaping forward with a somersault she brought her scaled heel, glowing red hot, down to bear upon the distracted Birds of Paradise.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
A plume of smoke and dust rose from the impact crater. Standing back to back, Terry and Wednesday towered over their fallen and feathered foes.
DOO DOOT DOOT DOO DOOT DOOT DOO DOO DOO
Terry gently knocked against the back of Wednesday's calf as a familiar glow and burst of energy and experience overtook him. He pointedly did not grow along with his level cap much to his consternation.
“Kweh?” Wednesday asked with a smile.
“Better,” the dragon warmly quipped. “So what next? Feeling up for some side quests?”
“Kweh kweh kweh!” Wednesday shamelessly chirped as she flapped her arms as hard as she was able.
“I can and I will judge you! The second, the instant, you heard that rumor about poisonous plants getting passed around you just had to attune to every Aether Current.” Arms wrapped around her neck, Terry held on for dear life to his airborne accomplice.
“Kweh kweh!” Wind catching beneath her wings, Wednesday propelled them both up higher and higher towards the next island in the chain.
Sniffing curiously at the air, Terry retched and coughed. “Nooooo. No no no!”
“KWEH KWEH KWEH!” the Chocobo excitedly shouted. This acrid and pungent scent, both nauseating and sickening to behold, assured her as such that this was the place.
Fluttering up to the stone shore, Wednesday giddily stamped in place as Terry cautiously dismounted himself. Before them stood a great and terrible bog known as the Hungering Gardens. Noxious and sullied and rife with decay. Along with... with...
“Why did they even make these again?” Terry complained to nobody in particular.
“Kweh! Kweh kwehhhhhh!” the Chocobo gasped as she clasped her hands against her feathery cheeks. Milling about the bogs, horrid and terrible to behold, lay the precursors to creatures which elicited loathing and love in equal measure from the Paladin and Blue Mage.
Morbols.
“...Y-you know. Now is probably as good a time as any to check back in with and you're gone,” Terry sighed as he watched Wednesday stomp off towards the defiled gardens. Hands cupped in his face, all the dragon could do was shake his head as ecstatic squawks and pained roars filled his ears.
“Kweh kweh?” Wednesday asked once she finally moseyed back over. Cupped between her arms dozens of Morbol Seedlings writhed about.
“No I don't want one!” Terry all but shrieked.
The Chocobo dismissively shrugged. “Kweh,” she tersely stated before popping one Seedling after another into her maw. Sliding one foot over the other, Wednesday unrepentantly moaned with every swallow.
Dragging a hand along his face, the Paladin forced himself to look away. Or he tried to, anyway. His wandering eyes couldn't help but peek back, time and again, as Wednesday's toned stomach slowly and very visibly distended with every noisy glurk.
Craning her beak open as wide as she was able, Wednesday proceeded to pack away Seedling after Seedling. Muffled and husky chirps tumbled out from her maw as she forcibly stuffed her cheeks to a point well beyond bursting.
Beads of sweat formed along Terry's brow as he watched her struggle to close her mouth. Glurks, noisy and soul shaking, emanated from Wednesday's throat as she suckled on the Morbols marinating in her maw.
“H-h-hold on now,” the dragon muttered as his heart caught in his throat. “You know what happens when you eat too many too fast!”
GLUK. GULK.
Eyes wavering, Terry watched found himself utterly enraptured as Wednesday forced every Seedling down with a single swallow. Her throat bulged to impossibly exaggerated proportions and in horrified awe he watched it slowly slide down into her gullet.
GLUUUURK
“Kwehhhhh...” Wednesday sighed in relief as she rubbed a hand over her gurgling gut. Hurp. Beak pinched shut, a welling blush creased the Chocobo's cheeks as pressurized air relentlessly accumulated within her throat. “Kweh. Kweh...”
BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
“K-k-kweh!” Fanning herself, Wednesday apologized profusely for the very unladylike and sound wave shattering belch that erupted out from her maw. Patting at her stomach, which had already flattened itself, she nervously rustled her tail feathers as an aromatic mist pooled out from her beak every time she spoke. “Kweh?” Chin tucked against her chest, she froze in place when she realized her 'Sweet Breath' had flooded the area.
Uh oh.
“Kweh? Kweh!?” Wednesday fearfully called out. Panicked chirps tumbled free from her beak as she furiously tried to swat away the miasma that originated from her. “Kweh!!!”
Tears welled in the Chocobo's eyes when the mist cleared just enough for her to locate Terry's prone form. “Kweh kweh kweh!” she uncomfortably laughed as Wednesday hurriedly adopted the Healer role via Aetherial Mimicry.
KUPO-PO
Pom Cure to soothe the Poison's burning embrace. Exuviation to remedy and remove it entirely along with the Blind, Silence, and Slow she had burdened him with.
“K-k-kweh?” Wednesday asked of Terry. The Paladin quietly twitched and groaned as Paralysis wracked his battered body. Not to mention the...
The Chocobo blurted out apology after apology as she came to cup his severely shrunken form within her palms. The Paralysis, and the Mini, would simply have to be waited out. He struggled to come up to her knees before and now... now...
Wednesday gingerly nudged her beak against him. He barely, if even that, came up past her thick toes now. Sighing, she clasped him close to her breasts and sought out shelter.
“Kweh kweh kweh kweh!?” the Chocobo chastised herself as partner slumbered fitfully within her cleavage. Leaning back into the base of a tree she irritably chirped and rattled off a litany of self-directed critiques. What was she thinking endangering him like that?! What if she had stepped on him? What if a Morbol had found him? What if, what if, what if...
Wednesday sighed as she let her head come to rest against her knees. “Kweh kweh kweh...” she embarrassedly mumbled.
Something rustled in the tall grass nearby. Peeling her face off of bunched together legs, Wednesday warily regarded her unwanted guest. Twas a Morbol Seedling. A number of them, at that.
“...Kweh kweh,” she half-heartedly assured herself with a roll of her eyes. It wasn't like she could make things even worse. That and, shameful as it was, the Chocobo wasn't about to turn down some comfort food.
GULP
Terry stirred back to consciousness. “Whuh?”
GLURK
Ears perked to attention, the Paladin found himself rather flustered when a pronounced yet soft lump pressed against the back of his head. With a wet and noisy swallow it rolled down along his back before disappearing entirely. Blinking repeatedly, Terry struggled to make heads and tails of his current situation.
“Kweh kweh kweh...” boomed Wednesday's bass boosted voice.
O-oh. Biting down on his lip, Terry wasn't above appreciating the gentle curves of the yellow feathered and luxuriously soft hills that stretched out before him. So wait. That must have meant that...
GLURK
“Yep. That's exactly what happened,” Terry thought to himself as another Seedling bulged out Wednesday's throat. Forcing down a swallow himself, the Paladin purposefully leaned back into the lump sliding down behind him.
Wednesday stifled a cough as something tickled against her throat. “Kweh?” Her eyes went wide when she tucked her chin against her chest and observed the conscious and responsive dragon. “Kweh kweh!”
“This has happened how many times now?” Terry plainly stated.
“Kweh kweh...” Eyes half-lidded, the thoroughly crowed Blue Mage motioned to chuck away the latest Morbol Seedling she had uprooted.
“...I never said you had to stop,” he bashfully mumbled.
Wednesday's entire face flushed beet red. “Kweh?”
Huffing, Terry crossed his arms about his chest and settled deeper into his companion's cleavage. “Ask again and I'm liable to change my mind.”
“K-k-kweh,” stammered out the Chocobo. Tilting her head back, she opened wide and guided the Morbol Seedling down her gullet. ...But not before she came to rest a finger against Terry's shrunken form and firmly pinned him against her throat. With a slow and sumptuous swallow she saw to it that the both of them could savor every instant of her meal as it sank into her stomach.
“Kweh kweh kweh?” Wednesday nervously whewed as she eyed another wave of Morbols drawing close.
“We honestly should,” Terry coughed. “The mystery of the Final Days isn't going to solve itself, you know?”
“K-kweh!” Hands planted against the earth beside her, Wednesday made ready to rise to her feet.
“...After the Mini wears off,” the draconic Paladin shyly clarified.
Tail feathers ruffling excitedly behind her, Wednesday slunk right back against the base of the tree. “Kweh kweh,” she excitedly repeated back at Terry word for word. Blushing mightily, the Chocobo cupped her heaving breasts together and let her beak come to rest against her most faithful friend.
Terry, once he was certain not a soul alive was there to witness it, emphatically hugged her beak right back. “You keep this up and Morbols will be all but extinct in our time. You do know that right?”
“Kweh kweh,” she sassed back.
“...Alright so maybe it is wishful thinking on my end,” he raspberried. “I'm not going to complain about less Morbols in this time at any rate.”
With some reluctance, Wednesday withdrew from their size-mismatched embrace. “Kweh kweh?”
“Ready as I'll ever be,” Terry mumbled. Arms held out before him, he timidly clasped his hands against but one of the Chocobo's enormous fingers. He shuddered in delight as Wednesday kneaded him in circular motions against her throat as she gorged herself.
GULP. GLLK. SLURSH
By the Twelve. Allowing a subdued smile to creep up along his scaly mug, Terry reveled in the sights and sounds that the Chocobo treated him to. With every foe felled, every snack swallowed, she grew. It was minute, honestly negligible, but it was unmistakable.
GLRRRRRRRRRRRRK
It was faint but impossible not to notice at this size. The sloshing of her ever swelling breasts. The creak of her clothing slowly pulling apart thread by thread.
URP
...He hoped, he prayed, that Mini wouldn't wear off anytime soon.
When I initially posted this very FF XIV centric story I did not think all the words would fit in the Submission Description. Turns out they do!
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T-Bone arts here and there and figured why not actually share some of said art! It's very good and silly and cute and this piece prominently features his loomy Chocobo lass, Wednesday! Adventuring through the MSQ in FFXIV Endwalker and, spoilers spoilers spoilers, meeting some very plot relevant characters and getting up to sizey shenanigans along the way.The story proper can be found HERE or, if you're lazy, just feel free to read it below.
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T-Bone“Don't be like that,” Terry smirked. “Think about it. We were how many paradoxes deep while adventuring through Alexander?”
The Chocobo beside him, clad in crimson attire, rolled her eyes and chirped.
“I'm just saying.” Flashing a toothy grin, the knightly dragon nudged at his silent companion's shoulder. Wednesday couldn't help but blush and excitedly ruffle her tail feathers when he did so. “We're no strangers to time travel.”
Their forms, transparent and ephemeral, skulked about the oversized lobby. Though their armored footsteps echoed noisily against the tiled floor none of the robed ancients paid them any mind. Even so, Terry and Wednesday both opted to hug along the walls as they searched for an exit.
“Kweh!” Perking to attention, Wednesday held a feathery hand up before her. Her broad fingers, white in color, pointed at a vast and ornate set of doors that seemingly stretched to the very sky. Locking eyes, the duo nodded at one another and advanced towards it.
“See? Easy in and out,” Terry smirked as he slapped a hand against it. Rolling his shoulders, the Paladin stepped back as he hyped himself up for a running start.
Twirling about in place, Wednesday popped off a cast of Aetherial Mimicry. Weapon drawn, an ornate cane adorned with the likeness of a Bomb, the Chocobo's white tipped feathers took on a faint green hue as she readied cast after cast of Pom Cure.
Shield raised, Terry hurled himself into the door. To his surprise, and Wednesday's for good measure, he didn't bounce off of it so much as he... sank into it. The structure not only refused to budge it outright refused to return, much less acknowledge, the physical force thrown at it.
KUPO-PO!
Terry's ears drooped at the unnecessary burst of healing magic. Chirping nervously, Wednesday took to scratching at her cheek.
“...Elidibus did say that didn't he,” Terry said with a swallow. The fallen Ascian had warned them that they were to be silent observers, not actors, on history's stage.
Wednesday dared to reach a hand out towards one of the ancients, an absolutely towering human bearing an ivory mask, that lumbered past. Her fingers did not brush against the dark cloth so much as it phased right through it. “Kweh?”
“I-it's fine!” Terry unconvincingly assured her. “We''ll just bide our time until someone passes through the gate. That should afford us time enough to slip through.”
“Kweh kweh?”
“...I hadn't thought that far ahead,” the Paladin grimaced as he pondered the logistics, and luck, required for their return trip. “Well fine. What's your idea then?”
Hand held up before her, Wednesday's beak hung slack... as she shot down her own ideas no sooner than she could ponder them.
“Not so easy is it?” Terry snarked.
“Kweh!” she huffed with her cheeks puffed out. Brows furrowed, she gestured back towards the vast Aetheryte installed into the lobby's center.
Terry pinched at his chin as he mulled the possibility. “Huh. That could work! ...Provided we can even attune to it that is,” he trailed off as his tone steadily deflated.
“Kweh...” Shoulders slouched, Wednesday leaned into her erstwhile companion as he took to rubbing at the color contrasting Blue Mage's back.
“Like I said. Don't be like that,” Terry gently retorted. “We'll figure something out. We always do.”
BEW BEW
A flash of light erupted from the Aetheryte as a pair of ancients teleported into the lobby. A voice, familiar yet strange, spoke.
“And here we are. Elpis.”
Terry and Wednesday couldn't help but turn to face them as their souls stirred. A masked human sporting vibrant pink hair tied into a ponytail, and whose knees they would struggle to stand eye level with, effortlessly exuded a sense of comfort and warmth.
“Kweh kweh kweh?”
“You too? I feel like we've met him before but... where?” In silence the dragon and Chocobo crept closer as they couldn't help but eavesdrop.
The other ancient, irritation plain in his voice, deigned to speak when he found himself accosted and informed by yet another that he was expected to remove his mask. “Come now, is this truly necessary? Surely you can tell who we are...”
It couldn't be. Terry and Wednesday immediately side-eyed one another. “Emet?”
Emet-Selch, the villainous yet pitiable Ascian they had come to understand and free from a millenia's worth of burdens, turned to face them when they uttered his name. His piercing yellow eyes, hidden behind locks of pale white hair that draped down to his shoulders, came to rest upon the allegedly invisible duo.
Harrumphing, Emet turned his attention back to the unwelcome interloper who had informed him of Elpis' policy regarding masks. “...Satisfied?”
The Paladin and Blue Mage shuffled back towards the immovable gate with heavy hearts. Arms crossed about her chest, Wednesday regarded Emet with a sad smile. “Kweh kweh?”
Terry simply shrugged his shoulders while Emet-Selch, and his strange yet familiar friend, drew close. “Like it or not he's our best chance out of here.”
Wednesday ruffled her tail feathers and reluctantly chirped.
Terry took to nudging the Chocobo once more. “Besides, it sounds like he's touring the place. This could be the opportunity we've been waiting for!”
“K-kweh!” Resolutely nodding her head, Wednesday stood at the ready alongside Terry to slip out into Elpis proper once Emet threw wide the gates. In dread anticipation she and her dear dragon companion watched and waited as the their former foe slowed to a halt before them.
The pink haired ancient walking alongside Emet cocked his head. “By the by... you see them too, yes?”
Emet pointedly turned his gaze away from Terry and Wednesday in irritation. “I haven't the foggiest what you're talking about.”
Eyes gone wide, the Paladin and Blue Mage started sweating bullets.
“Hmm? That's odd.” The familiar stranger dropped to a crouch before the out of time travelers and pointed directly at Terry. “They're right here! A bit thin in the aether, but there's no mistaking it – the color of their souls is almost identical to Azem's. Do you suppose he created them? Rather unusual for familiars to have a soul, though...”
Emet, with a dramatic sigh, turned his attention back towards Terry and Wednesday as his forehead threatened to slip over his brows. “Don't ask me. All I know is that they're trouble – doubly so if that one is his spitting image. So let's leave them be. Come, now.”
“Kweh kweh kweh?” Wednesday nervously chirped under her breath.
“The timeline hasn't collapsed in on itself yet has it?” Terry angrily whispered back.
“Kweh kweh!?”
“It's fine! We'll just shadow someone else!”
“KWEH!”
The pink haired ancient hummed as he happily regarded the diminutive duo. “They're trying to say something... but they're literally too intangible to form words.”
Terry, as did Wednesday, froze in place at the passing observation.
Rising to his feet, dusting off his robe as he did so, the familiar stranger turned to Emet. “Why don't you give them some aether? Spare a snifter of your bounteous reserves.”
Emet scoffed. “Who do you take me for?” he indignantly asked.
Back and forth the ancients playfully began to bicker as Terry and Wednesday not so subtly tried to remove themselves from the conversation.
Head hanging low, Emet bitterly sighed at having been bullied into doing the right thing yet again. Lips scrunched, he stared daggers at the annoyingly familiar familiars. “I suggest you close your eyes, or this may be... unpleasant.” His robes shuffled loudly as he raised a hand high above his head and pinched together his thumb and middle finger.
“Kweh kweh?” Wednesday fearfully asked as she clenched her eyes shut.
“It's as good an alibi as any,” Terry whined as he heeded Emet's instructions.
A piercing, and nostalgic, snapping of fingers punctuated the darkness. “You may open your eyes,” spoke Emet.
Terry slowly cracked open his peepers. Blinking repeatedly, he immediately took notice of the fact that his limbs were no longer transparent. For good or for ill he and Wednesday were now free to not just observe but influence history itself! “We''ll definitely have to tread carefully and play this close to our chests...” he thought to himself.
Laughter, rich and heartfelt, distracted Terry from his brooding as the familiar stranger couldn't help but chuckle. “Still a touch small, don't you think?”
Emet rolled his eyes and defensively crossed his arms about his chest. “The size befits its proportions. Besides, it's hardly my fault their souls are so tangled together as it is.”
“As elegant an excuse as any to explain away the rather uneven distribution of aether...” the pink haired human teased. “I will defer to your experience then.”
Terry reflexively cocked a brow. “Uneven? Wednesday, do you have any idea what they're talllllllllallalll!” Fumbling backwards, the draconic paladin stammered and choked on his words when he found himself eye level not just with Emet's knees but the Chocobo's as well. The bird's brown scaled toes twiddled and thrummed nervously before him as Wednesday struggled to peer down at him past her now extremely generous, and vest straining, bust.
“Kweh? Kweh kweh?” Blushing furiously, the colossal Chocobo fidgeted in place as she found herself thoroughly flustered by the sudden disparity in size. T-t-tiny Terry...
Head craned back, Terry couldn't help but gawk as his eyes wandered up up up along the Chocobo's shapely legs and came to linger upon her ample thighs. By the Twelve... they were thicker than he was tall. “N-never better,” he mumbled back.
The familiar stranger cleared his throat. “Without further ado, then... Greetings! I am Hythlodaeus, chief of the Bureau of the Architect.”
Distracted as they were with one another, both Terry and Wednesday's eyes lit up at the realization that they were speaking with their new old friend.
Hythlodaeus gestured to the ancient who needed no introduction. “Sulking beside me is the most honorable Emet-Selch of the Convocation of Fourteen. And how might we address you, my new friends?”
Wednesday chirped, squawked, and fumbled for words as the feathers lining her cheeks subtly transitioned to a bright crimson color. Head buried in her feathery hands, she shyly splayed her fingers before bumping at Terry with a foot as big as his torso.
Sighing, the relatively tiny dragon took command of the conversation. “Call me Terry. This one answers to Wednesday,” he said with a smirk as he gently knocked at the Chocobo's calves.
“Fine names. And I'm pleased to see you understand our words,” Hythlodaeus beamed. So tell us, whence have you come? The thinness of your essence suggests you weren't created here...”
Lips pulled flat, Terry furiously pondered his options. Anything offer than the truth would surely crumble apart under Hythlodaeus and Emet's discerning gaze.
Hythlodaeus curiously regarded his guest's silence. “You do not know... or you cannot say. Allow me to ask a different question, then. What brings you here?”
Wednesday tentatively nodded down at Terry. It seemed an innocuous enough inquiry.
Tongue pressing against the roof of his mouth, the Paladin carefully enunciated out one word at a time. “We... we want to learn about Elpis.”
Hythlodaeus' face lit up with a smile at the response. “Well now, the same as us...” The pink haired ancient turned to Emet-Selch and thought out loud. “Perhaps Azem wished to come too, but had to settle for a familiar. Though I cannot help but notice that one, Wednesday, struggles to be understood in turn. Is aught amiss?”
Beak tucked against her chin, the Chocobo shrank in on herself as she bunched her shoulders together. Blessed as he was with the Echo... Terry was the only one who could understand her.
“T-t-that's because... because...” Terry stalled as he rushed to her aid. Standing before the bird's broad digits, Wednesday having shamefully slid one foot over the other, the Paladin grasped for an excuse. “You uh... you know how Azem tends to get when the wanderlust takes him! Before he can finish one thought he's already being led astray by another.”
“Kweh...” Wednesday weakly chirped as she clasped her hands together. Her eyes began to sweat at the sight of her steadfast friend, near and dear to her heart, stepping up to her defense.
Hythlodaeus shook his head. “Why am I not surprised? Forgive my decided lack of tact, Wednesday.”
Tail feathers swishing proudly behind her, Wednesday affectionately chirped at Terry. Her enormous scaled toes lovingly nudged against him as he heaved a sigh of relief. That was their alibi and they were sticking to it!
At that, Emet scowled. “If Azem truly wished to be here, then he would be.”
Or not. Terry and Wednesday froze in place, mid-celebration, as they held their breaths.
“Right you are...” Hythlodaeus said with a playful shrug. He turned his attention back towards his esteemed guests. “My apologies if we've given offense. The two of us can discern the color of souls, you see, and yours happens to resemble that of a friend.”
Teeth clenched, Terry unintentionally whistled as he drew shallow breaths. “Y-you don't say?”
“And with your purpose matching our own besides, we jumped to a hasty conclusion,” Hythlodaeus continued. “We are here to speak with Hermes, the chief overseer of this facility, which we also intend to tour in order to gain greater insight into the man's work. 'We' I say, though, this is Emet-Selch's charge. I am here only to serve as his guide.”
With but a knowing wink, Hythlodaeus effortlessly put the frazzled bird and dragon at ease. “And I should be happy to serve as yours as well – by way of an apology for the misunderstanding.”
Myriad wrinkles embedded themselves into Emet-Selch's forehead. “Wait, are you suggesting that we bring them along on official business? These things we know next to nothing about?”
Hythlodaeus offered up a halfhearted shrug. “If you harbor suspicions, better to keep them close than leave them to their own devices, wouldn't you agree?” Bidding Terry and Wednesday to follow, the towering human approached the gates while Emet quietly fumed.
“Welcome, my friends-” Hythlodaeus boasted as he effortlessly pushed apart the ornate metal doors, “To the testing ground of creation at heavens' edge: Elpis!”
Jaws hung slack, the Paladin and crimson clad Blue Mage wordlessly stepped forward into the forgotten paradise. A lush and brilliant chain of islands, their shores wreathed with mortar and adorned with Amaurotine architecture, stretched out before them into the clouds themselves.
A sincere smile crept up along Hythlodaeus' visage as he watched his visitors, big and small, step out into the warmth of the sun.
“Kweh kweh?” Wednesday asked as she ran a hand through the feathers that lined her head. She inhaled deeply of the crisp and enervating air as clouds, wispy and thin, surged over the island and lapped at her ankles.
“Not. At. All...” Terry trailed off as creatures, familiar and foreign, danced between the dense forests that dotted the airborne archipelago.
“So then!” Hythlodaeus said with a clap. “Shall we begin?”
“Kweh?”
“No, for the last time!” Terry grunted as he jogged alongside Wednesday.
The Chocobo rolled her eyes and chirped. Picking up the pace, just barely so, she watched with some satisfaction as Terry was forced into a dead sprint just to keep up with her leisurely strides. “Kweh. Kweh kweh kweh?”
Panting, the draconic Paladin snickered something fierce. “Absolutely not.”
“Kweh kweh...” Wednesday cooed as she twiddled her feathery fingers at the Petaloudai fluttering past.
Blood rushed to Terry's face at the thought of the Chocobo learning to replicate the selfsame magic that Hythlodaeus wielded during his earlier demonstration. Both of them had tugged rather uncomfortably at their collars as they watched him effortlessly reshape and remake those beautiful butterflies into robes. “Don't you threaten me with a good time...” he mumbled under his breath.
“Kweh?”
“Nothing! Nothing,” Terry mumbled with his cheeks puffed out. “It's just... a lot. This pace. I-I mean this place.”
Wednesday answered with a shake of her head and a sing song hum as they continued to stroll about the gardens of Philomythes Notos. At Hythlodaeus' encouragement they had taken to exploring the area to see for themselves what concepts, and creatures, aether could be willed into. Though... whatever it was they were supposed to find in Elpis, whatever it was that could clarify the nature and cause of the Final Days, still eluded them.
Arms swinging at his sides, Terry's lungs burned as the Chocobo's enormous feet thumped beside him. Even for all his best efforts he found himself zigging and zagging with the thooms of her every heavy footfall. “It's one thing to hear the term 'creation magics' but another... another... another to see it in...” Terry's sentences became stilted and broken while he stubbornly gasped for air.
“Kweh kweh?”
“In... in... ungh.”
“...Kweh?”
The Paladin snipped back with labored breathing before collapsing face first into the ground.
WHUMPF
“Kweh!” Skidding to a halt, Wednesday immediately readied her tried and true Aetherial Mimicry and Pom Cure combo.
KUPO-PO
Dropping to her knees, with her ample rear resting atop her taloned heels, Wednesday carefully peeled the groaning dragon off of the pavement.
“I said nooooo,” Terry whined as he forced out what little air that remained in his lungs.
Rolling her eyes, Wednesday slid her hands underneath the Paladin's armpits and cuddled him close to her chest. “Kweh,” she stated matter of factly.
“I can take care of myself! A cast or two of Clemency and I'll be-”
Sighing, the Chocobo affectionately booped her beak against Terry as a soothing cast of White Wind washed over him. “Kweh kweh.”
“...Fine,” Terry pouted. Arms crossed about his chest he refused to enjoy the sensation of his partner's enormous breasts pressing against the back of his head as she ferried him over to their rendezvous. Down the beaten and tiled paths they walked until they happened upon a homely set of buildings. As they drew close, to the fountains and planters, Emet-Selch's unmistakable silhouette awaited them before the tallest of the structures.
“And this is where we part ways...” Emet stated with a palpable sense of relief as he gleefully cut their reunion short. Leaning against the door frame he all but physically barred their entry. “We will be discussing highly sensitive affairs. Only a select few may be privy to such knowledge, and that does not include someones who cannot or will not divulge their origins.”
“Kweh kweh kweh kweh,” Wednesday deadpanned. She chirped, quite satisfied with herself, even as Terry bapped at her to mind her manners.
The dragon, his arms now draped over the Chocobo's own, turned to Hythlodaeus. Their fast friend, unfortunately, made it clear that Emet's decision was absolute.
“I'm afraid I find myself in agreement,” Hythlodaeus apologetically clarified. “With that said... if it isn't too much trouble might I ask that you proceed apace without us? Consider this a continuation of the self-guided portion of your tour!”
“Kweh?” Wednesday asked as she cocked her head to the side.
“I... do not quite follow,” Hythlodaeus confessed.
The Chocobo chirped sadly as Terry took to brushing at her fingers. “Are you sure that's alright?” the dragon translated for her. “Just... letting us have the run of the place?”
Hythlodaeus nodded. “I cannot promise that we shan't keep you waiting overlong so I find it only fair.”
Emet followed up with an accusatory finger pointed directly at the duo. “Do not give us a reason to come looking for you.”
“Worry not. We'll reconvene in due time,” Hythlodaeus assured them. Bidding Terry and Wednesday off with a wave, their new old friend disappeared into the building's inner sanctum. Emet-Selch, an ancient known as Hermes, and a curious blue haired girl sporting animalistic, if not outright avian, features followed shortly after.
“Kweh kweh?” Wednesday asked after the doors to the building clicked shut.
Terry bit down on his lip as the Chocobo's heaving bosom all but enveloped him. “I mean. This is what we wanted to begin with isn't it? Time enough to snoop about unsupervised?”
“Kweh kweh,” retorted the Blue Mage.
“...You're not wrong,” the Paladin answered with a roll of his eyes. With no leads to speak of they honestly would be better served waiting for Hythlodaeus and Emet to guide and inform their search. Thal's balls if they knew where to begin looking for the answer to the encroaching apocalypse.
Chirping to herself, Wednesday took to chewing on her thoughts. “...Kweh! Kweh kweh!”
“There are definitely worse ways to spend our time,” Terry snorted. “Sure. I'm game. Can stretch our legs, shake off some rust, and... hold up.”
“Kweh?”
“Do they even know what Riding Maps are? Much less Bicolor Gemstones?”
The Chocobo took to tapping a foot in thoughtful contemplation. “Kweh kweh kweh... kweh kweh kweh?”
“I... guess we could introduce the concept to them if they already haven't. Wait. So is that a whole paradox in and of itself then? Bicolor Gemstones and Riding Maps just never existed until we told the Amaurotians to make them?”
“Kweh kweh,” Wednesday chirped as she playfully booped Terry with her beak.
“I can't not think about it now!” the exasperated dragon replied as he found himself in the throes of an existential crisis. “Gods. Is this a whole thing now?”
“Kweh.”
“Oogh.” Rubbing at his temples, Terry's mind raced. “What else, who else, might just out and out disappear if we forget to tell the Amaurotians to will them into being?!”
BWOOMPH
“Kweh kweh,” Wednesday firmly stated as she buried Terry deep into her cleavage with a crushing hug.
“But-”
The Chocobo shooshed him with ever more suffocating snuggles and affectionate pecks.
“...Alright. FATEs it is then,” Terry mumbled.
“Kwehhhhh!” Wednesday murmured as the tips of her white feathered fingers took on a rosy red hue.
“Hey hey hey hey hey! Let me pull aggro on something before you-”
“KWEH!” Arms tossed out to her sides, jagged pillars of ice erupted out from the Chocobo in rippling waves. Streaks of frost caked her beak as she invoked, and uttered, a cast of Ram's Breath. The herd of rampaging Ixion she had barged her way into lay frozen and motionless for the moment. She would have to act fast.
Teeth bared, Terry lobbed his shield as far as he was able. Come on come on come on come on come onnnn.
Fists clenched, and feathers puffed out, Wednesday's very body pulsed and thrummed. “Kweh kweh!” with a shrill chirp she clapped her hands together to cast Ultravibration. A disorienting and deafening wave of sound exploded out from her palms and shattered every icicle in an instant.
DOO DOOT DOOT DOO DOOT DOOT DOO DOO DOO
Stomping his feet, Terry let loose an inarticulate string of curses as his shield crashed into a pile of ice cubes.
“Kweh kweh!” Wednesday chirped as she excitedly hopped about in place.
BWOOOMPH
Eyes gone wide, Wednesday urfed when her body took on an otherworldly glow. Crimson attire straining and pulling taut, her clothing struggled to contain her swelling form as she inched up and out courtesy of her latest level up.
Slouched over, the Paladin grumbled to himself as he fished his shield out of the detritus and slung it back over his shoulder.
“Kweh kweh kweh,” boasted the Blue Mage as she rest her hands upon her hips. “Kweh?”
Skulking about the underbrush, pushing aside flowers as tall as he was, Terry wordlessly sought out and attuned himself to a nearby Aether current.
“Kweh kweh...” Wednesday chirped in apology. Stomping through the gardens, she bashfully rubbed at an arm as her dear dragon pointedly ignored her.
Flicking at his Aether Compass, Terry bitterly sighed.
“Kweh!” Dropping to a crouch, Wednesday planted her hands upon her knees and bumped at the Paladin's back. “Kweh kweh kweh!”
“Then act like you're sorry!” Terry snapped as his spiked tail lashed behind him. “First the B-Rank and now this!”
Wednesday ruffled her feathers as she shamefully tapped her fingers together. “Kweh kweh...”
“So what if it was a Seedkin? You could have waited!”
Toes bunched together, Wednesday blushed as she rocked back and forth on her heels. The instant she had laid eyes on that monstrous Seedkin, its roots propelling its tree-like form around like tendrils, the Chocobo just couldn't help herself. With her cheeks puffed out, painfully so, she beset it with a cloying cast of Bad Breath. Slow. Paralysis. Blind. Every ailment and more she inflicted upon it. Even as Terry pleaded with her to wait she just... she just... she just couldn't help herself!
“Wednesday!”
The Blue Mage cast her eyes downward. Cheeks burning hot, she regretted nothing. The sensation of plucking its wriggling and leafy form off the ground. How it felt to have its fibrous body fill her mouth and strain her jaw. How she gasped for breath as it bulged in her throat. “K-kweh!”
“Excuses, excuses,” Terry sassed.
Rising to her feet, Wednesday rubbed at the back of her head. Seeing Terry a whole head and shoulders shorter than before, the dwarf of a dragon no longer even reaching up to her knees, made her... feel things. Made her wiggle and blush. “Kweh kweh?”
Terry turned up his scaled snout. “Hells no! You'll have the FATE one and done before I even have the chance to dismount.” His frumpy demeanor wavered when he suddenly found himself bouncing about in place. “H-hey!”
“Kweh kweh!” Wednesday insisted. Stamping in place behind him, the Chocobo whistled and chirped that she could be counted on to follow his lead.
“I'll believe it when I see it,” Terry snarked. Stumbling this way and that, Wednesday's enormous toes constantly and playfully pressing at his heels, the dragon sought out another FATE. “There!” he whispered under his breath.
A flock of Birds of Paradise, or whatever it was the Amaurotians had thought to name them, could be seen preying and gorging themselves on the local Petaloudai. Without some outside interference their numbers would surely be decimated!
Sword drawn, Terry rushed forward. His scaled body positively glistened as he imbued himself with the defensive ward known as Sheltron and launched himself into the fray. As he steadied his gaze and twirled about in place he unleashed the whirlwind of steel known as Prominence. A vortex of grass clippings and bloodied feathers rose around him as every Bird of Paradise came to regard him with murderous intent.
“Kweh!” Wednesday proudly shouted as that was her cue. Twirling about in place, the white tips of her feathers burning bright, the Chocobo whistled as she adopted a dramatic super sentai pose. Her body crackled with energy as she channeled the spells known as Moon Flute and J Kick in short succession.
“KWEHHHHHH!”
Leaping forward with a somersault she brought her scaled heel, glowing red hot, down to bear upon the distracted Birds of Paradise.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
A plume of smoke and dust rose from the impact crater. Standing back to back, Terry and Wednesday towered over their fallen and feathered foes.
DOO DOOT DOOT DOO DOOT DOOT DOO DOO DOO
Terry gently knocked against the back of Wednesday's calf as a familiar glow and burst of energy and experience overtook him. He pointedly did not grow along with his level cap much to his consternation.
“Kweh?” Wednesday asked with a smile.
“Better,” the dragon warmly quipped. “So what next? Feeling up for some side quests?”
“Kweh kweh kweh!” Wednesday shamelessly chirped as she flapped her arms as hard as she was able.
“I can and I will judge you! The second, the instant, you heard that rumor about poisonous plants getting passed around you just had to attune to every Aether Current.” Arms wrapped around her neck, Terry held on for dear life to his airborne accomplice.
“Kweh kweh!” Wind catching beneath her wings, Wednesday propelled them both up higher and higher towards the next island in the chain.
Sniffing curiously at the air, Terry retched and coughed. “Nooooo. No no no!”
“KWEH KWEH KWEH!” the Chocobo excitedly shouted. This acrid and pungent scent, both nauseating and sickening to behold, assured her as such that this was the place.
Fluttering up to the stone shore, Wednesday giddily stamped in place as Terry cautiously dismounted himself. Before them stood a great and terrible bog known as the Hungering Gardens. Noxious and sullied and rife with decay. Along with... with...
“Why did they even make these again?” Terry complained to nobody in particular.
“Kweh! Kweh kwehhhhhh!” the Chocobo gasped as she clasped her hands against her feathery cheeks. Milling about the bogs, horrid and terrible to behold, lay the precursors to creatures which elicited loathing and love in equal measure from the Paladin and Blue Mage.
Morbols.
“...Y-you know. Now is probably as good a time as any to check back in with and you're gone,” Terry sighed as he watched Wednesday stomp off towards the defiled gardens. Hands cupped in his face, all the dragon could do was shake his head as ecstatic squawks and pained roars filled his ears.
“Kweh kweh?” Wednesday asked once she finally moseyed back over. Cupped between her arms dozens of Morbol Seedlings writhed about.
“No I don't want one!” Terry all but shrieked.
The Chocobo dismissively shrugged. “Kweh,” she tersely stated before popping one Seedling after another into her maw. Sliding one foot over the other, Wednesday unrepentantly moaned with every swallow.
Dragging a hand along his face, the Paladin forced himself to look away. Or he tried to, anyway. His wandering eyes couldn't help but peek back, time and again, as Wednesday's toned stomach slowly and very visibly distended with every noisy glurk.
Craning her beak open as wide as she was able, Wednesday proceeded to pack away Seedling after Seedling. Muffled and husky chirps tumbled out from her maw as she forcibly stuffed her cheeks to a point well beyond bursting.
Beads of sweat formed along Terry's brow as he watched her struggle to close her mouth. Glurks, noisy and soul shaking, emanated from Wednesday's throat as she suckled on the Morbols marinating in her maw.
“H-h-hold on now,” the dragon muttered as his heart caught in his throat. “You know what happens when you eat too many too fast!”
GLUK. GULK.
Eyes wavering, Terry watched found himself utterly enraptured as Wednesday forced every Seedling down with a single swallow. Her throat bulged to impossibly exaggerated proportions and in horrified awe he watched it slowly slide down into her gullet.
GLUUUURK
“Kwehhhhh...” Wednesday sighed in relief as she rubbed a hand over her gurgling gut. Hurp. Beak pinched shut, a welling blush creased the Chocobo's cheeks as pressurized air relentlessly accumulated within her throat. “Kweh. Kweh...”
BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
“K-k-kweh!” Fanning herself, Wednesday apologized profusely for the very unladylike and sound wave shattering belch that erupted out from her maw. Patting at her stomach, which had already flattened itself, she nervously rustled her tail feathers as an aromatic mist pooled out from her beak every time she spoke. “Kweh?” Chin tucked against her chest, she froze in place when she realized her 'Sweet Breath' had flooded the area.
Uh oh.
“Kweh? Kweh!?” Wednesday fearfully called out. Panicked chirps tumbled free from her beak as she furiously tried to swat away the miasma that originated from her. “Kweh!!!”
Tears welled in the Chocobo's eyes when the mist cleared just enough for her to locate Terry's prone form. “Kweh kweh kweh!” she uncomfortably laughed as Wednesday hurriedly adopted the Healer role via Aetherial Mimicry.
KUPO-PO
Pom Cure to soothe the Poison's burning embrace. Exuviation to remedy and remove it entirely along with the Blind, Silence, and Slow she had burdened him with.
“K-k-kweh?” Wednesday asked of Terry. The Paladin quietly twitched and groaned as Paralysis wracked his battered body. Not to mention the...
The Chocobo blurted out apology after apology as she came to cup his severely shrunken form within her palms. The Paralysis, and the Mini, would simply have to be waited out. He struggled to come up to her knees before and now... now...
Wednesday gingerly nudged her beak against him. He barely, if even that, came up past her thick toes now. Sighing, she clasped him close to her breasts and sought out shelter.
“Kweh kweh kweh kweh!?” the Chocobo chastised herself as partner slumbered fitfully within her cleavage. Leaning back into the base of a tree she irritably chirped and rattled off a litany of self-directed critiques. What was she thinking endangering him like that?! What if she had stepped on him? What if a Morbol had found him? What if, what if, what if...
Wednesday sighed as she let her head come to rest against her knees. “Kweh kweh kweh...” she embarrassedly mumbled.
Something rustled in the tall grass nearby. Peeling her face off of bunched together legs, Wednesday warily regarded her unwanted guest. Twas a Morbol Seedling. A number of them, at that.
“...Kweh kweh,” she half-heartedly assured herself with a roll of her eyes. It wasn't like she could make things even worse. That and, shameful as it was, the Chocobo wasn't about to turn down some comfort food.
GULP
Terry stirred back to consciousness. “Whuh?”
GLURK
Ears perked to attention, the Paladin found himself rather flustered when a pronounced yet soft lump pressed against the back of his head. With a wet and noisy swallow it rolled down along his back before disappearing entirely. Blinking repeatedly, Terry struggled to make heads and tails of his current situation.
“Kweh kweh kweh...” boomed Wednesday's bass boosted voice.
O-oh. Biting down on his lip, Terry wasn't above appreciating the gentle curves of the yellow feathered and luxuriously soft hills that stretched out before him. So wait. That must have meant that...
GLURK
“Yep. That's exactly what happened,” Terry thought to himself as another Seedling bulged out Wednesday's throat. Forcing down a swallow himself, the Paladin purposefully leaned back into the lump sliding down behind him.
Wednesday stifled a cough as something tickled against her throat. “Kweh?” Her eyes went wide when she tucked her chin against her chest and observed the conscious and responsive dragon. “Kweh kweh!”
“This has happened how many times now?” Terry plainly stated.
“Kweh kweh...” Eyes half-lidded, the thoroughly crowed Blue Mage motioned to chuck away the latest Morbol Seedling she had uprooted.
“...I never said you had to stop,” he bashfully mumbled.
Wednesday's entire face flushed beet red. “Kweh?”
Huffing, Terry crossed his arms about his chest and settled deeper into his companion's cleavage. “Ask again and I'm liable to change my mind.”
“K-k-kweh,” stammered out the Chocobo. Tilting her head back, she opened wide and guided the Morbol Seedling down her gullet. ...But not before she came to rest a finger against Terry's shrunken form and firmly pinned him against her throat. With a slow and sumptuous swallow she saw to it that the both of them could savor every instant of her meal as it sank into her stomach.
“Kweh kweh kweh?” Wednesday nervously whewed as she eyed another wave of Morbols drawing close.
“We honestly should,” Terry coughed. “The mystery of the Final Days isn't going to solve itself, you know?”
“K-kweh!” Hands planted against the earth beside her, Wednesday made ready to rise to her feet.
“...After the Mini wears off,” the draconic Paladin shyly clarified.
Tail feathers ruffling excitedly behind her, Wednesday slunk right back against the base of the tree. “Kweh kweh,” she excitedly repeated back at Terry word for word. Blushing mightily, the Chocobo cupped her heaving breasts together and let her beak come to rest against her most faithful friend.
Terry, once he was certain not a soul alive was there to witness it, emphatically hugged her beak right back. “You keep this up and Morbols will be all but extinct in our time. You do know that right?”
“Kweh kweh,” she sassed back.
“...Alright so maybe it is wishful thinking on my end,” he raspberried. “I'm not going to complain about less Morbols in this time at any rate.”
With some reluctance, Wednesday withdrew from their size-mismatched embrace. “Kweh kweh?”
“Ready as I'll ever be,” Terry mumbled. Arms held out before him, he timidly clasped his hands against but one of the Chocobo's enormous fingers. He shuddered in delight as Wednesday kneaded him in circular motions against her throat as she gorged herself.
GULP. GLLK. SLURSH
By the Twelve. Allowing a subdued smile to creep up along his scaly mug, Terry reveled in the sights and sounds that the Chocobo treated him to. With every foe felled, every snack swallowed, she grew. It was minute, honestly negligible, but it was unmistakable.
GLRRRRRRRRRRRRK
It was faint but impossible not to notice at this size. The sloshing of her ever swelling breasts. The creak of her clothing slowly pulling apart thread by thread.
URP
...He hoped, he prayed, that Mini wouldn't wear off anytime soon.
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