Urban Oddballs: 17

"Oh, oh me first!" Gaxi clapped.

***

"Lightning!" Yelled Oeno as a bolt shot out from her eye, striking the green behemoth in the face.

"Ouch, stop, you guys are meanies!" Cried the giant.

"Nope, you said you were going to eat us to have some more missiles!" Poppy yelled, rapid firing her sound constructed rocket launcher.

"Ahh, my ears won't stop ringing and I can't reach you, this isn't fair!" Cried the giant.

"Bahh stabby stabby stab!" Sarah bleated, stabbing at the back of the giant's neck.

"Noo, get out from back there, argh! This too much!" Cried the giant, now overwhelmed with pain and exhaustion.

"Okay, now this should finish her off, or at least knock her out. Sarah, move out from behind her, it's time for my grand finale!" Poppy barked.

"Yes, Miss doggy!" Sarah obliged, running away from the giant.

"Wait, what?" The giant mumbled.

"Cover your ears, everyone!" Poppy yelled as she took in a deep breath.

"Wait, I only have one hand free, I, I can't get to my other, ear, no!" The giant cried.

"Ahhh woooooo!" Poppy howled, getting down on all fours and landing in front of the giant from the ceiling's raptors.

"Wha?" The giant stumbled.

"Howl Witzer, GO!" Poppy yelled as a blast of sound filled the factory, shaking the building as the blast went off.

"Ahhh gahhhh!" The giant yelled, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

"Whew, yeah! Again, and again!" Poppy yelled, firing two more shots.

"Eh, ah..." The giant gurgled, blood running from her ears as she fell backwards.

"Ahh, whew, Poppy...Poppy, are you okay?" Oeno asked, her vision impaired from the dust created by the blast.

Poppy, exhausted, lay before the giant in her dog form, panting.

"Oh, Poppy, you did it, she's out cold! Let's get a picture and send it off, though I'm going to ask for triple. This was much more work than we expected," Oeno sighed.

Poppy made an agreeable bark as she struggled to her feet.

"Well, I guess I'll carry your gown. It's going to be hard walking with this trailing behind you," Sarah said, pulling the garment off the exhausted dog.

***

After snapping the photo for 'Quest Me' and filing a complaint, the three rested back at Oeno and Annry's house.

"That was super cool back there, Poppy, but using that too much could be bad for your health," Oeno cautioned, now bubbleless and therefore bed bound.

Poppy whined and stretched out on the floor, preparing to take a nap.

"Say, Miss Oeno?" Sarah asked.

"Yes, Sarah?" Oeno answered.

"Do you think I can drink from you now? I'm hungry!" Sarah pouted.

"Haha, sure, little baby, drink as much as you like," Oeno laughed.

Sarah pressed her face against Oeno's swollen pink nipple, her mouth only able to cap over its tip as she began to suck.

"Ah, yes, be careful now, there's going to be a lot," Oeno cautioned as Sarah began to fill her belly with warmness.

***

"Well now, you didn't pop, but you're pretty fat now, lol, you goofy-ass cum balloon," Barso laughed, poking Quiz's gut.

"Oh, shut up, I took it all, didn't I? I'll bet anyone else you fucked probably popped open like a balloon, which raises the question, why aren't you wanted for murder?" Quiz teased, her overblown body making water noises as she walked around Barso's apartment.

"Well, I've never pushed anyone as far as you," Barso shrugged.

"Oh, so that makes me special, huh?" Quiz winked, her body sloshing in the process.

"You don't seem too troubled by any of this...it's weird," Barso laughed.

"Why would I be, you've made me look and feel so beautiful," Quiz giggled rubbing her balloon-like body.

"Well, you're not going to get preggers. I can command my 'little soldiers' somewhat, so you're safe, but you are going to look like that for a while. I guess that's a good thing?" Barso said, scratching his head.

"Wonderful, though I think I'll stay here for a while," Quiz giggled.

"Why? I mean, you're great, but you don't have to stay," Barso implied.

"Oh no I have to..." Quiz inferred.

"Why's that?" Barso asked.

"I can't fit through the door..." Quiz said, patting her ballooned sides, her belly sloshing as she did so.

"Oh, oh shit, well that's impressive..." Barso laughed.

"It's all your work, babe!" Quiz winked.

"Oh yeah, well I guess it is, pale watermelon," Barso laughed.

"Shut up, but I do...look like one, haha," Quiz said with thoughtful recollection as she rubbed her belly.

***

A little while earlier, at Manor Vicious.

"Well now, you all fought Madame R, that's interesting..." Arthur pondered.

"Why's that, Mister Arthur?" Gaxi said, kicking her feet while she was given her tea and cake.

"Well, I heard she had some sort of magical accident. I couldn't have imagined she would be taken out by some angry teen with a gardening hose, ha-ha. It's actually a little funny in a black humor sort of way.

"Did you know that bitch?" Annry scowled.

"Annry girl!" Shawky hissed.

"Now, now, Shawky, it's alright. Yes, little sweet potato, I did know her."

"Sweet Potato?" Annry asked.

"I think it's cute," Gaxi clapped.

"Uh, mmm," Annry grunted.

"Yes, she was a business associate, but we didn't do too much together. Her 'parties' like the one she was preparing your friend for are too much for me to stomach. Nope, can't deal with someone like that," Arthur shuddered.

"Um, Daddy, you were going to tell us about the Fallen Beasts," Shawky said, reminding Arthur.

"Oh, yes, well, everyone settle in, this is going to be a long one."

'When I was a young man, just out of college, I was looking forward to using my magical aptitude to its fullest extent. Though my adventures were plentiful and my love partners many, I will never forget the day I began to hunt for these 'beasts'. That is at least what I called them, as that is all I could summarize them being. For what do you call entities with such ghastly forms? When I encountered the first, a being shrouded in a haze of white that referred to itself as something along the lines of 'Oimigin', I fought it. Though, being a man full of vigor and foolishness, I managed to harm it. They, though fantastical in their presence, are still physical beings, and they can be harmed.

***

"My preference of inflicting this harm is!" Arthur slammed his fist on his desk, causing a tiny explosion to erupt from his hand.

"Explosions, it might not be as 'poetic' as slamming your rear against things...but I've grown to be quite good at getting rid of my problems with it, even more so with age," Arthur chuckled, looking at Gaxi.

"That was awesome!" Gaxi clapped.

"Why thank you. Now, about the beasts," Arthur continued.

'I noticed that when in the presence of one of these things, one might feel a sinking feeling, as if their stomach is dropping out of their body. This is natural, as the presence of such a creature is heavy. Curiously, when I did manage to kill some of them, I found this little black cube in place of a corpse.'

***

"I have one in my desk here. This was from Oimigin, from the first time I killed it," Arthur said, holding the iridescent golf-ball sized cube to the light shining in from the window next to his desk.

"First?" Shawky asked.

"Yes, they seem to rebirth themselves after a while. They don't always show up in the same place either. I would get tips about strange happenstances in various places while I traveled. Curiously, always in the oddest of sorts," Arthur shook his head as he pondered his past.

"Like in an old shed at a summer camp?" Annry asked.

"Oh yes, your friend that Shawky girl mentioned. Yes, that is one, but it's a smaller beast, nothing to be alarmed about. If she didn't give any of you the sinking feeling then she's a punk, a trickster. However, the other one I'm not sure about," Arthur went on to say.

"The pizza girl?" Gaxi mumbled.

"Yes, the pizza girl is what I come to deem a 'vessel'," Arthur stated.

"So how does this happen?" Annry asked.

"Well, much in the way your friend is hosting the punk, hosting an actual beast isn't much different. Though, they're a bit more savage than the runt your friend has," Arthur said, gesturing to the party.

"Toxic?" Gaxi asked.

"Yes, the person they were before they were lured in or developed the contract with isn't the person you get afterward. A true vessel will always feel 'off' to a normal person.