"Mirrorwell, O Mirrorwell, this night I offer my thanks."

Blackened, white-speckled smoke, spewed fourth in river-like mist from the golden censer, the long chain rattling as a kneeling figure gently swung it back and fourth in practiced, figure 8 swirls, prayers to her glossy black surroundings murmured on her breath.

"Within your distant halls, infinite rooms of decadent gloss, I seek your refuge, and you grant me comfort instead. I offer my loyalty in exchange.

Breathing your air, touching your silk, I seek your strength, and you grant me power instead. I offer my body in exchange.

Upon your rubber flesh I tread, I seek your guidance, and you grant me purpose instead. I offer my love in exchange.

Amidst your thralls, preaching and praising your might as I stride across, I seek your honours, and you grant me title instead. I offer the world in exchange."

Sister Astara's lips twitched, giddy, as the warmth, that empowering warmth, quickly began to seep into her form, crawling up her knees, across her thighs, and into her body, her clothes starting to tighten. Her eyes glowed, darkening from watery blue to gold flecked purple, and she glanced up with an eager smile at the large, faintly humming chasm before her. The Mirrorwell was awake, and it was happy to hear her voice.

Her clothes grew tighter. Tighter, tighter, tighter.

"A-a-aaAHAHaaaahhh...y-yes my divinity, this night I am you-r-rrs."

CLUNK-CLANG, the still smoking censer tumbled from her grasp, clanging to the squishy ground, as her hands slammed into the floor soon after, bracing, tensing, swelling, brown claws hardening into brilliant gold.

"W-warp m-my flesh-SSSHSHSSH!"

Gleaming, inky black was already washing across her skin, painting the texture dark and spongey like a water stain on paper, with swirling ornate stripes of white, as her body hunched and ballooned, dull 'ri-i-iip's spreading across her shrinking robes.

"B-bloat my f-form-A-A-AAAHAAGH!"

The buckled shoes had slipped off her heels as her legs continued squirming behind her, quickly kicked away by the spasms of bunching muscles, as the elegant socks strained tight against her bulging soles, stretching and creaking until threads began to pop and snap with a crescendo 'rriiiIIIIIIIIP!', fabric bursting into sinews across her swelling paws as strings snapped between fattening, jewellery clad toes, toes she happily flexed and wiggled once she felt their confines breach.

"Sc-sculpt me...to the deepest d-dessiIiREesssSsSsss..."

Beneath the hem of her robes, a small, largely decorative tail spasmed and twitched, throbbing and pulsing as it began to swell from the base, the glistening black and curled white bloating it thick, squishy, and broad. Broad, broad, and broader, longer and longer, her dress and robes 'RiiiIIIiiIiiiIIIP'ing at the hems from the sheer mass, as the gently writhing, mammoth bulk tail, lazily spilled out further and further from her lower back, ballooning fat into a waterfall of decorated gloss.

"I am your voice, I-I am your will, I am your kindred....I am yours."

R-ri-ri-i-i-IRRI-RIIIIIIIP!

With a moan, Astara rose, her increasing height causing her view to rapidly race upward, as she swelled and swelled to Jurassic size. Tattered socks snapped and burst across her legs and ankles, as squishy, swollen, and paw-like bare feet, firmly stomped onto the floor, anklets and toe rings and soleless sandals jingling with the fleshy thumps of her steps, as the abandoned shoes were rapidly outgrown, shrinking to ant-like mass in comparison to her golden clawed toes. The rest of her clothes followed suit, rapidly splitting and ripping across her body until the rags tumbled from her shoulders and hips, stripping her to nothing but embroidered undergarments and glittering regalia, completely nude otherwise. Just barely out of her birthday suit, the stretching rubberskunk had plenty of space to grow and grow, the fluttering top and loin cloth stretching effortlessly to keep her decent as the hulking tail behind swished and flicked with dignified grace, even as it inflated like a balloon. She wasn't keeping track of how big she was getting in precise matters, the Mirrorwell's own non-Euclidian mass made comparisons impossible, especially since it liked to distort reality itself within its domain. She considered using her ditched shoes for reference, but once her shoe size swelled into the thousands, most forms of mortal craft footwear would just too small to be seen. It was likely just exaggerated euphoria, else Astara would be the size of nations by now, what her true size was now and how big she was believing to be getting, being twisted into a blurred, uncertain line.
But she cared not.
Instead, she simply moaned again and playfully stretched, quintupling in size, eagerly splaying toes throbbing and bulging and fattening as her tail erupted to almost ocean mass. Eventually, she felt the warm gold of her censer nuzzle the side of her toe's bloated flesh, and smiled as the sensation let reality take hold again, her growth spurt neatly slowing to a halt.

"Urrrmph...A-and goodness, you always do such a wonderful job..."

With that, gargantuan fingers grasped the censer's chain, wrapping the length around their bulk, before the hands clasped together, resuming the swinging figure 8 swirls, as Astara's knees found the ground once more

"....O Mirrorwell, divine flesh in temple form." She at last continued. "I thank thee for such beauty, such might, and such pleasure. Our will is shared, and our work shall bloom, until all known existence is graced by your benevolence. For such greatness, I offer the world, offer my love, offer my body, offer my loyalty, and always, without fail, offer my thanks. As all those of whom your roots grace, do so as well."

The chain rattled further, squishing into the spongey flesh. Swollen toes gently wriggled under her rump, swelling ever so slightly thicker. The massive tail at last came to rest, arranging itself into a artistic curl of elegant stripes behind her. And the eyes opened again, glowing bright and staring out to the faint glows of the velvety abyss before her, as the vast, endless halls of the grand temple hummed and whirred in delighted satisfaction.

Sister Astara, its most beloved acolyte, smiled in turn.

"May the Warm Peace, grace all who wish it."

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Hello, Happy Valentine's. So whilst I'm not terribly into skunks, or skunks of the rubber variety, when I have a cool idea for a character I like, all other biases are out the window. This, for those not in the know, is Sister Astara, my rubberskunk priestess character who's all based around "What if that dimension-hopping tf-obsessed skunk trope was catholic coded"? I love, love priest themed characters in a lot of media, so I'm quite fond of the ones of my own design. But, whilst I did do a good job at designing her through my own art-

(Which you can and should check out here on my alternate art-based account  BuildingBullshit)

-I'm still a rookie artist, and a design like this deserves at least one or two renditions from a veteran. So, since they did rubber gloss very well-apparently that's very important for rubber creatures who would've guessed-I opted for  SepiSnake , as my first ever commissioned piece of Rubbercreature/skunk/Rubberskunk art.

It came out alright, I suppose. I'm not really into tails but I figured I give her a mega tail anyway to make the tail-lovers horny, cause that's the good spirit of the Mirrorwell, innit?

Praise be.

The Mirrorwell "Character" is owned by  LunarKeys
Artwork by:  SepiSnake