Juicy July day 12: Arcane (Patreon)

It was midnight , and it was within the great taverns hall. Ember Molotov And Shay London had a long rivalry in the world of mixomancy , often doing their best to one up each other at every opportunity.  Unfortunately it has taken a drastic turn recently. Ember made a golden fire gin, which had a fire of magically infused rose petals of red and orange. Gin being Shay’s speciality. The Irish wolfhound retorted with a “dark side of the Moore” gin, which looked black within the glass, but when poured in the light would create a rainbow between it and the glass, with each sip tasting different flavour. It went back and forth until the only reasonable resolution was a witches duel.

The tavern hall was quiet as the two prepared their magics. Shay gloated. “this was long overdue. I’m going to put your place little lamb.” She said , hands at the ready on the bottles resting on her hip.  Ember did the same with  just as much eagerness. “oh you have no idea. You’ll get exactly what’s coming to you, mutt. You better get ready.” The two glared at each other as the timer to begin slowly ticked down. Three. Two ...one .DING. In an instant both girls shot off their spells , which they began to duck and weave around. They weren’t too fast, but each one held odd effects. Little did both realize they had been grazed already. They kept trying until a discomfort started in Embers stomach. A strange bubbling in her stomach which made her realize she had already lost. “d...damn” she mumbled. Looking down she saw a dark creamy colour spreading out from her arm where she had been hit.

Before Shay could gloat , a warmth started to spread up her thighs , making her look down to see her grey fur turning orange . “of course it’s a draw. You don’t have the decency to just loose.”  Her belly started to burble  as she began to fill. “Well I hope you enjoy my unending barley foam , it will fill you till you are just another bubble.” She mocked, stroking her stomach desperately. It was bulging fast against her apron. She began to remove the  attire so it didn’t get ruined.  Her body felt oddly warm, making her look back to the sheep the other end of the hall. “what did you fill me with?” she asked , wanting to know what to expect.

“a hot toddy , I thought you’d need it for your cold icy heart.” Ember jabbed back. All the while she removed her own dress. She had come with the expectation to loose, and was used to being naked after other fuels with Shay that ripped everything off. Her thighs and belly where filling so fast as the foam bubbles loudly inside of her.  She started feeling the alcohols effects inside of her. All the foam was so light that it came up in an involuntary hiccup. Then another followed, bubbled floating out of her mouth. “oh...did I forget to mention. Those are helium infused bubbles. Hope you enjoy your floating around for the rest of the week!” she laughed.

However her body was getting warmer as more hot toddy poured in. Not to mention the alcohol was much  stronger in her filling drink, making her tipsier.  The wooziness caused her to fall forward onto her belly , which had grown to such a size her arms and legs could not reach the ground. Ember had the same issue , but for the very different issue that her whole body was being lifted up by soft bubbly foam.  Another hiccup came from the sheep , as foam spilled out of her mouth. Both mixomancers looked equally and totally foolish. The leader of the tavern , Islay Ruby , raised her hand to silence the pair of them . Corks appeared in their mouths (which only made Ember swell faster). “this was a poor showing from the both of you. Your magics show promise as always... But you always fail to understand the most important  factory of this distilled ground. You must respect  your fellow tenders. Or else neither of you will make it to the upper echelons of the top shelf. You’ll be left like this till closing time,  then both of you will be fixed. You must use this time to consider the mistakes you have made , and how you can be better in future.” Islay announced strongly before leaving.

The pair where helplessly growing , watching their own handwork in each other as they did. Neither felt particularly proud , even as their rivals rounded out. They where both stuck forced into a state of reflection.