WIP Whenevsday (silly Sunday?)
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I'm currently writing a silly one-shot entitled 'Eris' Magical Girl Transformation Sequence,' and here's a bit from it.
“She's still alive right?” Davrin eyes the door to Eris' lighthouse chamber, and it doesn't take long for the rest of the Veilguard to assemble from behind, concern carved into their faces. Nobody had seen Eris for the last two days now. The Warden had sealed herself off from the outside world, muttering something about 'relief from a great burden.' On occasion, some peculiar wail or moan would puncture the silence of her hermetic stupor. Such as now. “Ugggggggh! Maferath's saggy great ballsack!!!” There's a loud thud, followed by the manic pitter-patter of titanic tootsies. Clearly, the room's occupant wasn't in the best mood. “Drink the prune juice Eris!” Lace complains, foot jabbing at the mountain of cups piled outside the door. “And you need to stop straining, you'll only hurt yourself!” “Wait, is this about... You know” Bellara can't quite say it, head bopping in the direction of her nether regions. “Oh she can't...” It's now Neve's turn to perform a ridiculous mime, her palm sweeping downwards from her glutes. “Make room for dessert... Entice the nug from its hole?” “Rook can't shit.” There was no beating around the bush with Taash; they always said what the others were thinking. And like a switch had been turned on, it gives the others the permission they need to offer their 'pearls of wisdom.' “There's a Dalish yogic exercise I can teach her. Always works for me.” Davrin suggests. “Coffee enema.” Lucanis chips in, short and sweet, as he swirls the contents of his stoneware mug. Both 'solutions' would appear far too tame for Emmrich, whose head is now buried within the pages of a colossal tome. Had Manfred fetched it for him? If so, his skeleton butler could move with some athletic prowess. “Splendid!” The mage exclaims, having his candlehop moment, “this is a ripe opportunity to test out a Mortalitasi necromatic siphoning technique.” He hauls the tome back to Manfred, sending the poor lad wobbling off kilter. “First things first - we dilate the anal sphincter using a salve of redmoss and and prophet's laurel. Once open, we deposit the wisp into the rectal pass- “Ass. Wisps up her ass.” Taash cuts him off to explain in layman's terms. “NOBODY'S SHOVING ANYTHING UP MY ARSE!” There's a muffled protest from behind the door. Despite the proximity, it hadn't occurred to them that Eris may still be privy to this conversation. “There's nothing wrong with my bowels. I just need time. Time to realise my... potential.” Potential. The keyword that puts the last two days into context. Palming her face, realisation dawns on Lace. “I think I know what this is about.”
Can Eris realise her magical potential at the tender age of 32? Tune in to find out!
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