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With a shake of the hand, Tuzzleton gains sway over Shàonǚ and quickly uses that power to get what he wants. With the sorceress miffed at his eagerness.
Original artwork by:
Tuzz
Original story by:
CS_Bernard
THE SORCERESS ONCE AGAIN found herself the target of the demon’s entreaties. She sighed and rolled her eyes as the blue scaled creature bowed at his waist and clasped his hands together under his chin. “Please, Shao?”
Shàonǚ folded her arms and sighed. Her ears reddened slightly and her hackles rose as she glanced away from the reptilian creature. She briefly thought she should cast a banishment spell upon him. At the very least she would be rid of him for however long she felt he should be exorcised back to whichever hedonistic realm he had escaped from. Shàonǚ glanced away as she raised her nose sniffed at the air, “Hmph! Tuzzleton, I should do far worse to you than the last two times you have bothered me. Once should have taught me and I was a fool to give you power over me at all the second time. The fact you’re on my doorstep asking for a third time gives me half a mind to send you back to whence you came!”
Tuzzleton smiled weakly, if overtly condescendingly, “Well, the fact you haven’t means you’re willing to hear me out?”
Shàonǚ turned her face back to him with such a baleful glare that he very nearly dropped to the ground to plea for mercy. “I could very easily disabuse you of your preconceptions, Tuzzleton! Don’t mistake my charitable nature for a weakness!”
Tuzzleton’s black sclera grew wide as the reprimand shook him to his bones and he stumbled down to his knees. He quickly waved his hands side to side, “No, no, no! Never! I’d never! You’re the most magnanimous mage mouse in memory! The paragon of patience! Saintly among sinners!”
Shàonǚ grunted as she frowned, turned her head aside again and stared into the distance.
The demon nearly grasped at her arm to plead his case, but caught his hands and clapped them together to beseech her, “Shao… Please, I’m sorry. Yes! Jazz and I lied to you! We tricked you. But! That’s the only way we know how to deal with mortals! I mean, it’s not exactly like demons grow up in an environment conducive to full transparency…”
The mouse turned her muzzle slightly and looked down the side with one eye at the demon and relaxed her face slightly. Sincerity had its own merits to her. Besides, her interpretation of the Tao included the belief that demons, of various stripes and shades, served a purpose. Her mood softened from indignation to annoyance.
Tuzzleton struggled with how to read the mouse’s distant gaze and her guarded posture. He took the fact he was still on the mortal plane as a good sign. He cleared his throat and swallowed as he anxiously rubbed his palms together, “I mean, Jazz and I? We like you.” The admission caused his coxcomb to wilt as he glanced away. His flesh crawled. He could confide in Jazz, the only creature in existence he wanted to bind himself to in matrimony. Even this tame confession blistered. “Jazz and I don’t exactly have practice showing our appreciation for other creatures except through being perverts…”
Shàonǚ raised an eyebrow as he continued to bare himself up.
The blue demon stooped his shoulders, dropped his muzzle, and smoothed back some of the spines on his scalp. He muttered, “I mean you’re pretty hot in that cute, wholesome girl way…”
Shàonǚ was hardly flattered. She, instead, closed her eyes, involuntarily felt them roll to the tops of the sockets under the eyelids and she exhaled loudly through her open mouth. She turned her face toward Tuzzleton and tilted her head back to look down her muzzle at him. “What… Tuzzleton… are you hoping to get out of this? You’re bartering for something.”
Reptilian lips puckered slightly around his plump muzzle. “Oh! Uh… Mm… Well… Since you asked! It’s May. And Jazz and I operate a bit of a show around this time to– for a certain audience who likes our specialized skills. And we could really score some points if we were to rope in– er! What I’m saying is, if you wouldn’t mind, as a priest, you have a lot of forbidden fruit value, you know? Kind of like a sexy nun…” Tuzzleton’s core nearly collapsed after that slip of the tongue.
The naked skepticism that Shàonǚ displayed to Tuzzleton was enough to dash his hopes. He expected the worst as the mouse looked disdainfully down at him and kept her eyebrow arched upwards. Finally, she spoke, “And what, demon, would you offer?”
Tuzzleton’s eyes darted about as her words registered in his head. He was silent a moment, unsure of whether this was a test of some sort. He glanced up to the mouse and massaged his hands together, “Uh… What – what would you want?”
With a shrewd tone in her voice and a keen eye on the demon, the mouse responded, “A month for a month. If I am to be in your power for thirty-one days, then you will submit to me for thirty-one days of servitude. You and your wife.”
With astonished eyes and pensive lips, Tuzzleton blinked twice. The mouse’s offer seemed too good to be true. That she would willingly submit herself, her flesh and blood, to his thrall? Stunned, he asked, “Really?”
Shàonǚ frowned at him sternly, with a solemn invocation as she held out a hand, “On the word of your infernal powers?”
Tuzzleton gasped deeply and excitedly waved his hands about in emotional little fists, “For real?” His voice nearly cracked. Before he cleared his throat and leaped to his feet. “Hell yeah!”
Before Shàonǚ could react further, Tuzzleton’s leathery blue palm clapped against hers. A potent shock travelled up her arm as he pumped his arm up and down. She immediately felt lightheaded and clutched her forehead with her empty hand.
Conversely, Tuzzleton felt as though he had enjoyed a fresh jolt of adrenaline rush through his very soul. He felt the energies off the mouse for the first time in a while and so deeply that he sighed in refreshment. “Wow! Mm! That’s the good stuff.” He then sneered at the mouse, “Well! Time’s a wasting!”
Shàonǚ had no room to speak as she wearily looked up at Tuzzleton as he quickly raised his hands over her and started to wiggle his fingers in complex, almost nonsensical patterns. Within seconds, she felt suffocated as nearly transparent waves of red light radiated from her and she was showered in a faint aura of blue light.
Tuzzleton cooed with soft laughter as he exerted his size manipulation magic on the mouse. With every breath and heartbeat, she became smaller and smaller. Normally 142 centimeters, she dwindled down to 132 in only a few moments. Like a marionettist, Tuzzleton expertly tugged on the near invisible threads that now bound the mouse to his will. At first, he savored the slow descent she made to 122 centimeters and then to 112. Her angry pout, however, only excited him even more and she quickly reduced to 92 centimeters, then 80, 65, 40.
Shàonǚ glared back, but held her tongue as she shrank away, down past Tuzzleton’s waist, to his knees, and down further still. Soon, the centuries old mouse felt the weight of her scepter against her back. It quickly became too heavy and her illusion spell too weak. As if out of thin air it tumbled to the ground behind her. Before she could react or say much else, she was soon shrunken to a place just above Tuzzleton’s foot, but beneath her scepter as it loomed over her from behind.
The demon soon ceased when the mouse reached eleven centimeters. He giggled like a schoolgirl at the diminished sorceress who had become the size of a “proper mouse.” He clapped his hands to his chest and had to still his heart at the adorable sight, even though Shàonǚ wore a very ugly expression back at him. He sighed in delight at his own handiwork. He then noticed the scepter that lay behind the mouse and glistened in the midday sun. “Ooh!” he gasped in awe. “A magic wand? Oh! Yeah! I know this thing.”
“Tuzzleton, don’t you dare!” Shàonǚ cheeped up at him, though he could barely hear her. Or notice her as he was soon engrossed by the scepter and grasped it in his hand.
“Ah!” Tuzzleton shuddered slightly when he touched the scepter and lifted it up. As though it resonated with an electrical current that vibrated roughly against his skin. “Oh… so this is what light, order magic feels like?” He shuddered suddenly at the unpleasant sensation as its mystic energies clashed with his upon contact. “Not sure I like it, myself…”
“Tuzzleton!” Shàonǚ squeaked angrily.
“Oh, don’t worry your precious little head about it, Shao! We’ll take it with us. Heh, heh…” As the scepter tingled roughly against his skin, Tuzzleton smiled mischievously, “I’m going to put both it and you somewhere for safekeeping.”
Original artwork by:
TuzzOriginal story by:
CS_BernardUniversity HeightsCincinnati, OhioUnited States of America1 May, 10:17 UTC – 04:00, Standard TimeTHE SORCERESS ONCE AGAIN found herself the target of the demon’s entreaties. She sighed and rolled her eyes as the blue scaled creature bowed at his waist and clasped his hands together under his chin. “Please, Shao?”
Shàonǚ folded her arms and sighed. Her ears reddened slightly and her hackles rose as she glanced away from the reptilian creature. She briefly thought she should cast a banishment spell upon him. At the very least she would be rid of him for however long she felt he should be exorcised back to whichever hedonistic realm he had escaped from. Shàonǚ glanced away as she raised her nose sniffed at the air, “Hmph! Tuzzleton, I should do far worse to you than the last two times you have bothered me. Once should have taught me and I was a fool to give you power over me at all the second time. The fact you’re on my doorstep asking for a third time gives me half a mind to send you back to whence you came!”
Tuzzleton smiled weakly, if overtly condescendingly, “Well, the fact you haven’t means you’re willing to hear me out?”
Shàonǚ turned her face back to him with such a baleful glare that he very nearly dropped to the ground to plea for mercy. “I could very easily disabuse you of your preconceptions, Tuzzleton! Don’t mistake my charitable nature for a weakness!”
Tuzzleton’s black sclera grew wide as the reprimand shook him to his bones and he stumbled down to his knees. He quickly waved his hands side to side, “No, no, no! Never! I’d never! You’re the most magnanimous mage mouse in memory! The paragon of patience! Saintly among sinners!”
Shàonǚ grunted as she frowned, turned her head aside again and stared into the distance.
The demon nearly grasped at her arm to plead his case, but caught his hands and clapped them together to beseech her, “Shao… Please, I’m sorry. Yes! Jazz and I lied to you! We tricked you. But! That’s the only way we know how to deal with mortals! I mean, it’s not exactly like demons grow up in an environment conducive to full transparency…”
The mouse turned her muzzle slightly and looked down the side with one eye at the demon and relaxed her face slightly. Sincerity had its own merits to her. Besides, her interpretation of the Tao included the belief that demons, of various stripes and shades, served a purpose. Her mood softened from indignation to annoyance.
Tuzzleton struggled with how to read the mouse’s distant gaze and her guarded posture. He took the fact he was still on the mortal plane as a good sign. He cleared his throat and swallowed as he anxiously rubbed his palms together, “I mean, Jazz and I? We like you.” The admission caused his coxcomb to wilt as he glanced away. His flesh crawled. He could confide in Jazz, the only creature in existence he wanted to bind himself to in matrimony. Even this tame confession blistered. “Jazz and I don’t exactly have practice showing our appreciation for other creatures except through being perverts…”
Shàonǚ raised an eyebrow as he continued to bare himself up.
The blue demon stooped his shoulders, dropped his muzzle, and smoothed back some of the spines on his scalp. He muttered, “I mean you’re pretty hot in that cute, wholesome girl way…”
Shàonǚ was hardly flattered. She, instead, closed her eyes, involuntarily felt them roll to the tops of the sockets under the eyelids and she exhaled loudly through her open mouth. She turned her face toward Tuzzleton and tilted her head back to look down her muzzle at him. “What… Tuzzleton… are you hoping to get out of this? You’re bartering for something.”
Reptilian lips puckered slightly around his plump muzzle. “Oh! Uh… Mm… Well… Since you asked! It’s May. And Jazz and I operate a bit of a show around this time to– for a certain audience who likes our specialized skills. And we could really score some points if we were to rope in– er! What I’m saying is, if you wouldn’t mind, as a priest, you have a lot of forbidden fruit value, you know? Kind of like a sexy nun…” Tuzzleton’s core nearly collapsed after that slip of the tongue.
The naked skepticism that Shàonǚ displayed to Tuzzleton was enough to dash his hopes. He expected the worst as the mouse looked disdainfully down at him and kept her eyebrow arched upwards. Finally, she spoke, “And what, demon, would you offer?”
Tuzzleton’s eyes darted about as her words registered in his head. He was silent a moment, unsure of whether this was a test of some sort. He glanced up to the mouse and massaged his hands together, “Uh… What – what would you want?”
With a shrewd tone in her voice and a keen eye on the demon, the mouse responded, “A month for a month. If I am to be in your power for thirty-one days, then you will submit to me for thirty-one days of servitude. You and your wife.”
With astonished eyes and pensive lips, Tuzzleton blinked twice. The mouse’s offer seemed too good to be true. That she would willingly submit herself, her flesh and blood, to his thrall? Stunned, he asked, “Really?”
Shàonǚ frowned at him sternly, with a solemn invocation as she held out a hand, “On the word of your infernal powers?”
Tuzzleton gasped deeply and excitedly waved his hands about in emotional little fists, “For real?” His voice nearly cracked. Before he cleared his throat and leaped to his feet. “Hell yeah!”
Before Shàonǚ could react further, Tuzzleton’s leathery blue palm clapped against hers. A potent shock travelled up her arm as he pumped his arm up and down. She immediately felt lightheaded and clutched her forehead with her empty hand.
Conversely, Tuzzleton felt as though he had enjoyed a fresh jolt of adrenaline rush through his very soul. He felt the energies off the mouse for the first time in a while and so deeply that he sighed in refreshment. “Wow! Mm! That’s the good stuff.” He then sneered at the mouse, “Well! Time’s a wasting!”
Shàonǚ had no room to speak as she wearily looked up at Tuzzleton as he quickly raised his hands over her and started to wiggle his fingers in complex, almost nonsensical patterns. Within seconds, she felt suffocated as nearly transparent waves of red light radiated from her and she was showered in a faint aura of blue light.
Tuzzleton cooed with soft laughter as he exerted his size manipulation magic on the mouse. With every breath and heartbeat, she became smaller and smaller. Normally 142 centimeters, she dwindled down to 132 in only a few moments. Like a marionettist, Tuzzleton expertly tugged on the near invisible threads that now bound the mouse to his will. At first, he savored the slow descent she made to 122 centimeters and then to 112. Her angry pout, however, only excited him even more and she quickly reduced to 92 centimeters, then 80, 65, 40.
Shàonǚ glared back, but held her tongue as she shrank away, down past Tuzzleton’s waist, to his knees, and down further still. Soon, the centuries old mouse felt the weight of her scepter against her back. It quickly became too heavy and her illusion spell too weak. As if out of thin air it tumbled to the ground behind her. Before she could react or say much else, she was soon shrunken to a place just above Tuzzleton’s foot, but beneath her scepter as it loomed over her from behind.
The demon soon ceased when the mouse reached eleven centimeters. He giggled like a schoolgirl at the diminished sorceress who had become the size of a “proper mouse.” He clapped his hands to his chest and had to still his heart at the adorable sight, even though Shàonǚ wore a very ugly expression back at him. He sighed in delight at his own handiwork. He then noticed the scepter that lay behind the mouse and glistened in the midday sun. “Ooh!” he gasped in awe. “A magic wand? Oh! Yeah! I know this thing.”
“Tuzzleton, don’t you dare!” Shàonǚ cheeped up at him, though he could barely hear her. Or notice her as he was soon engrossed by the scepter and grasped it in his hand.
“Ah!” Tuzzleton shuddered slightly when he touched the scepter and lifted it up. As though it resonated with an electrical current that vibrated roughly against his skin. “Oh… so this is what light, order magic feels like?” He shuddered suddenly at the unpleasant sensation as its mystic energies clashed with his upon contact. “Not sure I like it, myself…”
“Tuzzleton!” Shàonǚ squeaked angrily.
“Oh, don’t worry your precious little head about it, Shao! We’ll take it with us. Heh, heh…” As the scepter tingled roughly against his skin, Tuzzleton smiled mischievously, “I’m going to put both it and you somewhere for safekeeping.”
Continued…
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File Size 675 kB
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