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Long Saber 2: This One Is Round At the time I drew this wee..
🕑 Added 2020-12-23 20:55:00 +0000 UTCLong Saber 2: This One Is Round
At the time I drew this week's art, there was a three way tie between the OC options, so I had to pick one of them myself. Turns out I'm a sucker for two part sequences like this.
Saber's question went unanswered for several seconds. The only sound that could be heard in the tomb was the gentle hiss and squeak of the gnome's expansion finally beginning to subside. Indeed, one of her travelling companions had knocked over a Wish Jar of their own, and this was the result. The gnome that had become tall just moments ago was now also a spherical one that bumped up against the stone ceiling. Furious, she was about to demand which of them was responsible once again, when one of them stepped forward.
He was a skinny scholarly type, the kind in glasses and fancy clothes instead of armor. He seemed to hesitate in admitting his fault, though he knew that the truth would be necessary to put things right. "When I saw you grow taller... and tear through your clothing, I couldn't help but think of you as a... balloon, doing much the same. And I think, that maybe, I wished that I could lay with such a woman."
A stunned silence fell over the group. The other two adventurers, burlier fighter types, struggled to hold back a chuckle at this bizarre wish. The scholar looked as if he were about to die of embarrassment. And Saber, she looked as if she was about to explode, whether by air pressure or by rage. It built up until it boiled over, finally splitting the silence with a shout aimed at the scholar. "You! Take off your pants!"
He froze at this demand. Saber didn't skip a beat as she turned -- or tried to turn, with her now very limited range of motion, towards the beefier of the three travelling companions. "The rest of you, grab on and hold me down. If he wants to fuck so badly, he's gonna get his wish so I can go back to normal. And hurry up! We have a tomb to finish looting!"
Saber very much intended to finish the day's work, clothes in tatters but on her feet, rather than being pulled along on a string. And though she wouldn't admit it openly, this sudden experience had left her in major need of some physical relief.
