Thanks to a free idea from Deviantart user H2olga362, we have this lovely little piece. It seems there was a lot left behind when Spyro had kicked The Sorceress to the curb, and it seems Bianca is stuck dealing with a very messy fallout.


While downloading is more viable due to some little seasonings via text, I know not all can do so. So.....




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Bianca covered her mouth as she swept another layer of dust from the tome.

“Okay, I gotta ask again, are you sure this is a good idea?” The rabbit girl turned to the gilded windows of the throne room where her boyfriend Hunter was drawing the shades. The cheetah was a shivering mess, but that was hardly unusual.

“I don’t know if good’s the word Hunter….” The book’s cover was grey and lifeless, though the mottled hues at it’s corners and the yellow tint to it’s pages hinted it wasn’t always so. “…but it feels practical if nothing else.” There was a small, rusted lock on the edge which gave way with a poke from Bianca’s wand. “Just because The Sorceress is gone doesn’t mean her stuff has to rot. Especially if I can learn a little more about magic from them.”

With his work done, Hunter rushed over to Bianca, not-too-subtly trying to pull her away from the book laying on the stand. “Ho..how do we even know it’s hers? I’m sure whoever owns it will be looking for it. I can just…toss it outside, I’m sure…”

Hunter couldn’t ramble any further, for Bianca had turned the first page and gave the quivering feline room to look; the words ‘This book belongs to The Great Sorcerer of The Realms, so hands off or I’ll melt your eyes’ were written in blue ink that covered whatever was originally on the page.

“See? She probably stole it from someone.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Bianca said as she flipped the pages, “but as long as it’s here, might as well see what she wanted with it.” Despite Hunter’s continued protests, Bianca skimmed the pages with a smile. She didn’t have the heart to tell him how cute he looked when he worried, rather to tell him the tome was proving a bust. Whatever language it was written in was foreign to the rabbit magician, and The Sorceress too judging from the x’s, ink splatters and profanity against dragons scribbled on the page.

With a sigh, Bianca heaved the book into Hunter’s arms and tried to stifle a laugh as he nearly fell over in the process. He stayed up however, and opened a window to chuck the cursed thing out. The back swing was fine, but the weight of the book ruined Hunter’s follow-through, smacking against the wall to the right of his target. What started putting sweat on Hunter’s brow was that a slip of a white hue fluttered from the spine mid-flight. With speed to rival a supercharge user, Hunter rushed for the paper, only for it to jolt from his reach, covered in soft golden glow.

Bianca drew her wand in, the page following suit. The silence that followed did not dry Hunter’s forehead.

“Looks like The Sorceress had tried to translate.”

“Keyword being tried.”

“She never could keep on topic unless it was about herself.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s great. How about I just slip that-“

Bianca held Hunter back with her free hand while she set the page on her stand. “Hold on Hunter, I think…alright. I know this language at least.” The budding magician quivered with every word she read. “The…this spell is useful…to…those who wish to…smell the time?...no…see the future time. Hunter, I think we just stumbled on a future-sight spell!”

“Okay then, well I’m still all for chucking the translation out with the written word.” Any attempt to put on a smile of certainly broke with annoyed gaze Bianca gave in reply. “Look, one of my best friends is a faun, and I’ve heard way too many stories from her kind about seeing the future going haywire for all involved.”

“Maybe, but Avalrian folktales probably didn’t have a girl like me in them.”

“Got that right.” It was too late to shut his trap, and too late to hide the blooming blush across his face. “Well…can’t we just wait for Spyro to come round before doing anything…rash?”

“Oh please Hunter, you don’t need Spyro to protect you all the time. Besides, after everything you’ve told me about him, that guy could use a vacation.” Bianca examined the page closely, making sure she understood the word written on it.

It seemed a simple spell, didn’t require any ingredients save ‘a being of magical properties’, which obviously meant someone to perform the spell. Bianca knew however that she couldn’t do a thing until Hunter calmed down. She loved him dearly, but he was so easy to rile up.

He was, however, just as easy to calm down.

The bunny gave a flip of her head, letting her massive ears fall down over her shoulders and sauntered up to the shivering cat. “Now Hunter…” Milk and honey were slathered on her voice as she scratched her kitty under the chin. “…I’m sure a tall, strong guy like you is perfect for keeping silly bunnies like me safe.” Hunter’s eyes widened in realization of tactics, but his tail curled nonetheless. “After all, with how much you carried Spyro throughout his adventures, I don’t think the little guy could have gotten anywhere without you.”

“Aw shucks. I was only along for the ride.”

“And I’m sure Elora could tell me plenty of stories about your bravery guarding Avatar against threats.” Both were aware of the lie, but Hunter’s face had turned beet red and he was puffing his chest with pride.

“Well…I happen to know a few moves even Spyro can’t handle. If he wasn’t around to kick Ripto’s dumb butt, I could’a got him.” The wound-up cheetah broke from Bianca’s grasp, kicking and punching the air with yells of fury that echoed off the silver-trimmed walls. “Alright girl, fire that spell up. Your big cat is ready for anything!”

With a roll of her eyes, Bianca returned to the translation. She held her wand tight and, after a short moment to mentally check pronunciation, began.

Roll the dice, with little price,
See the future for advice.
Let hope and dreams roll along,
For such, this spell, I wish upon.

A black and white light grew from her wand with every word of the childish rhyme, and Hunter, with chest still pronounced, was shuffling backwards. With the final phrase, it had grown to the size of a watermelon before bursting.

When he finally worked the nerve to peek from behind the column, Hunter saw nothing had changed; no giant monster looking to gobble up felines, no creeps in capes, and everything seemed on the ground instead of the ceiling. Though he was relieved, he could see disappointment in Bianca’s eyes and rushed to her side.

“I don’t get it. I sure I translated that right.”

“Maybe the spell was a dud. I mean The Sorceress had to have tossed the book aside for a reason.”

“But you saw my wand, I was doing something right. I just don’t know what I did wrong. I know I could just-“

“Bianca, look at me.” Hunter slid directly in front of the sulking bunnygirl. “You tried, and nothing happened. That’s got nothing to do with you, that’s on the book. Trust me, I mess up all the time. I know to take my own mistakes, but you gotta know when the fault ain’t yours. Sometimes the skatepark ain’t built right.”

A tear formed in the corner of Bianca’s eye, which Hunter was quick to wipe away. The rabbit smiled at him. This was why she fell in love with him. She knew that for a fact.

“Alright. We’ll just leave that for now. What should we do next?”

“How about we go outside for a minute, I’ve been cooped up long enough and talking about skating has got me hungry for some ramp thrashing.” Hunter ran a paw between Bianca’s ears, making sure to give her a poke on the nose. She giggled and he smiled back, but then frowned and ran a hand back over her forehead.

“Umm…Hunter? What are you doing?”

“I think you’ve been inside too long, the dust sticking.”

Bianca tried to pull away, but the cheetah wasn’t budging. “Hunter, I’m sure you got it.”

“No, it’s still sticking. Actually, I think I’m making it worse.”

“Then stop!” Bianca jerked away from Hunter with such force that her ears flopped over her eyes. She was about to push them away and let Hunter have it, but froze at what she saw.

Black spots were all over her ears, shining like rubber even in the room’s dim light. Even worse, they were growing. As she shielded her eyes, her thumb brushed against the inky pools, gliding along a smooth, cool surface that contrasted sharply with the warm texture of her fur.

“Bianca!” Hunter screamed as he threw open the ears.

Broken from her fascination, Bianca readied her wand. “It’s alright Hunter. A simple reform spell should stop this.” With paws more akin to gloves, she aimed at herself and concentrated. The wand sparked, then shot a bolt of blue right to her chest. This bounced off, leaving a scorch mark on the ceiling. By this time, Bianca’s visible body was all black and a tickling sensation was radiating from her stomach.

“Okay, maybe the translation has something to reverse…oh who am I kidding? There’s no way that lizard would have done that kind of studying, I doubt she even translated it right. I mean look at me; what does any of this have to do with seeing the future? Why did I even bother with this?!”

Hunter watched as the bunny shut down, curling up on the floor and sniffling. He wanted to say something, anything to calm her down, but what could he say? His best experience with magic ended up with him getting stuck in stone (a tale Bianca was well aware of) so he couldn’t offer professional help. Still, he hated seeing her down like this. Without another thought, he sat down next to her and wrapped her in a hug. He shivered for a moment at the faultless surface he was gripping, but it was still Bianca, and he’d of done the same if she was turned into fire.

“It’s alright. I mean, dragons used to live here, right? If anyone could find a way to translate or fix this mess, Spyro and all those big guys in the Dragon Realms could.” Bianca said nothing, though her whimpering had diminished. She smiled at Hunter and he smiled back. “Besides, I hear black’s pretty sliming.”

“Oh Hunter…”

Perhaps it was the patches of light giving the throne room a hallowed feeling, perhaps it was the chill of her new skin, whatever the reason though, Bianca closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Hunter gladly acquiesced. When they were done, Bianca picked herself up and rubbed the rest of her tears away.

“Alright.” She took a deep breath in as she turned to the throne. “I just hope Spyro doesn’t mind us dropping…in…” She hadn’t felt any pressure in her lungs, she had only stopped from habit.

Unaware of the curiosity welling beside him, Hunter shrugged. “Eh, he’s used to getting dropped in the thick of trouble.”

Bianca took another breath in, this time fighting back the urge to stop.

“…I mean we did apologize for hijacking his vacation, but still…”

The same tickling in Bianca’s stomach was spreading out to the rest of her body. She did her best to stifle a giggle and instead fed her desire to see how far she could go. Looking down though, she noticed her stomach wasn’t just tingling, it was growing, blowing up like a balloon and it wasn’t hard for her to think why. Still, she kept inhaling.

It wasn’t until Hunter heard a soft *tink* behind him that he turned Bianca’s way and saw what was going on. Her wand has fallen to the floor, unable to be grasped by her sausage fingers, and the sound of straining seams replaced the cheetah’s ramblings. Bianca didn’t stop though, not even when those sounds turned into the tearing of cloth as more and more of her stomach ballooned out over the throne room, revealing a massive 8 at her center. More and more she swelled, her increasingly ball-like frame swallowing her limbs under they were little more than shining stubs.
At last, her cheeks puffed up and Bianca exhaled, leaving a satisfied smile on her face and a bewildered gap in Hunter’s.

“Wow, that…was incredible!” It was hard for her to imagine how close she was to bawling over this form minutes ago. Keeping balance on her foot pads felt awkward, forcing her instead to rock back and forth. This alone relaxed her, but as she did so, all previous feeling in her enlarged belly was now replaced with a sloshing rhythm akin to ocean waves. The fact that she could easily tower over anyone didn’t hurt either. She just kept rocking, letting the flow of whatever now filled her steady her jangled nerves. Hunter too was cured of his surprise, mostly because Bianca had lost hers, and was walking around the bunnygirl’s new form.

“Hunter…you have no idea how good this feels…” Bianca’s tongue lolled as she moaned.

It took a moment before Hunter said anything, lost in his own thoughts. After he completed his circle and stopped at the giant 8 that a chuckle escaped him.

“Well hold on, ‘cause I think it’s about to get better…” As he spoke, Hunter wrapped his arms around Bianca in the biggest hug he could manage and lifted her just as high. Neither of which was very much, but it was just enough for him to toss her while asking to seemingly no one, “Can we revert this?”

Bianca felt no pain as she rolled across the carpet, nor any nausea as the world spun around her. All she could do was laugh. She gave no effort to stop herself, so it was the throne at the end of the runway that halted her. Her orb-like body gave off a blue glow as she ricocheted just enough to show her back to the smug cheetah. Just as he had predicted, Bianca now supported a clear bubble on her backside through which floated the words ‘Signs Point to Yes’. Words which Bianca repeated herself.

“Some future sight. The darn spell turned you into a magic 8-ball!”

At Hunter’s proclamation, sense seemed to return to Bianca as well as dismay. “You’re kidding, a kid toy was an ancient manner of prediction?”

Hunter shrugged. “Hey, can’t knock the classics.” A petty gleam came to his eyes as he reached for Bianca again. “Now, if you don’t mind, I think I need another question answered…”

In her momentary alertness, a shiver ran through Bianca’s rubberized ears. There was something to this spell neither she nor Hunter could see, and it was frightening her. She tried to retreat from him, but the slightest hop jostled her fluids and, in turn, drowned her mind again in the pleasure of it. She was defenseless as Hunter picked her up again.
“Should I continue my archery lessons?”

This time his throw had far more power against it and Bianca was bouncing against the walls without a care, laughing all the whole as she knocked past flower vases and columns. Neither minded, as much of it was The Sorceress’ anyways. But as Bianca rolled about, she couldn’t quite remember why that was a bad thing. Or for that matter what she was doing before this, and as she stopped once more and gave off the blue glow signifying her answer was ready, she realized she didn’t care.

“Believe in yourself.”

“Well, I know I’ve been meaning to get better at it. I’m pretty sick of Elora joking about how useless I can be. Plus, anything to help my buddy Spyro is good in my book.”

Bianca grimaced, rocking back in forth and whining all the while. “Again! Hunter, throw me again!”
The cheetah, however, caught the listless tone in his girlfriend’s voice. “Well…I mean, no need to overdo it. Besides, it’s about time we headed off to the Dragon Re-“ Hunter was knocked to the floor in that moment and had no time to react before a chilling form waddled over him.

“C’mon Hunter, ask another question!” The 8-Ball Rabbit bounced on top of the cheetah as she begged. She had no reason to think she’d hurt him, she was just a toy after all.

“Okay…” Hunter grunted, “How about we go get you fixed up and stop acting so weird?” As he finished, the weight was blasted off him, shooting right for the ceiling and bounding off with a loud rubber twang. Hunter dashed off just in time to avoid the impact of her return. The ball-bunny’s eyes went cross for a moment as the blue glow enveloped her before switching to a lecherous sneer. She spun around and revealed her backside.

“Sorry, You Lose!”

Now Hunter’s nerve had taken flight, as the words spoken in a far more mindless register than Bianca had ever spoken before. She spun back, revealing a blue glaze over her eyes. “My turn now! How’s about you join me cutey?” Before Hunter could utter protest, Bianca revved up and dashed straight towards him, hitting him hard enough to send him flying into the crushed throne.

“Signs Point to Yes!”

To Hunter’s shock, he was the one glowing blue as she spoke. To his equal horror, he felt cold rubber gliding along his tail. With a clownish laugh, Bianca the 8-Ball bounced over to Hunter, once more crushing him and the remains of the chair underneath. She was already wobbling as his gut began to protrude.

“Oh…please tell me Spyro is coming soon to fix this.”

If he had a mirror, the answer on Bianca’s back would not have eased him.

“Don’t bet on it.”