Chapter 1 - Consentacles time!

Steam rises from her giant pot - her cauldron hastily snatched from her parents - as her stirring stick makes its rounds in the mystical-rainbow fluid of her making. A thick grin overtakes Ryza’s full lips at the sight of the brilliant cube food she’s got brewing. It takes shape one small corner at a time, the entire process displaying before her with a bubble and hiss.

“Pii!” She hears from just out of earshot, a friendly announcement from an adorable creature she’s taken to housing just outside. Well, housing in the barest sense, it’s not like it follows her inside; not that she’d shoo it out if it did. Most people get cats, she adopted a Puni.

Err, adopted might be too strong a word. She has a Puni, and she has little else to do today besides experiment and make it happy. It’s what has her stirring right now, a new tantalizing treat no doubt teasing its senses. Her eyes sparkle at the sight of her creation coming forth, and with a widening of her smile she places the finishing touches on her greatest creation yet, Puni treats!

Lent might point to a sword she made and Tao might point out her work fixing up the very base she’s working in right now, but Klaudia would smile awkwardly at her declaration and that’s all the affirmation she needs to fish them out of the pot and pile them into a jar. 

“Piiii!”

“I’m coming! Hold up!” She cradles the jar to her chest with one slender arm, and presses outward. The leather of her gloved hand pushing open the door of her atelier, and her dark heeled ankle high shoes taking her onto the green grass right outside.

“These aren’t just any treats you know!” She calls out, quickly rushing to the nicely treated wooden deck where her gentle blue pet rests. It’s cute, and wobbly, and puffed up in excitement. It rises awkwardly as her hand reaches out, finishing the distance and pushing its squishy head into her palm. Her bare fingers poke out of her gloves to rub into its surface, drawing its attention to something other than the treats at her plump chest. “I designed them specifically for you, that makes them your treats.”

She delights in the dumb expression of pure surprised wonder her newly blushing pet gives her, and her hand leaves it to reach into the container with a slowed deliberation. “They’re also charged with dangerous ingredients I’ve treated to be safe for you to ingest, meaning they’ll show us new forms. Will you experiment with me, Puni?”

“Piii!” Its whole form stretches for a brief instant before the force of its desire propels it a meter into the air. She shifts back just a little so it doesn’t squish her when it slaps wetly back onto the wooden deck. If Lila were here, she imagines she’d be laughing. She idly wonders what Empel and her are off to, as the woman is normally standing right there; a spark of interest in her eyes and a mellow smile to her small lips. Lila tends to watch her eagerly when she’s making friends with the puni, as if having a pet is strange or absurd. She’s an odd girl, but she’s fun.

She swears she can see admiration in that odd gaze, but that’s a matter for another day. Right now, she’s got an adorably goopy pet drooling at the sight of her hands testingly prodding the first treat on the top. The treat is shiny and green, made with an herb she gathered up north the last time she and Empel went gathering. Supposedly it can help blood flow, which brings up a lot of questions since Puni don’t technically have blood?

She has to see what happens when she feeds it to the best scientific pet ever.

With a deep breath to stave off a brief moment of apprehension at the idea of feeding her pet something largely untested that she just made up in her atelier a few hours ago, she presses forward and offers out one of her newest creations. “Here, little guy.”

Its mouth opens wide and thick in an instant as it lurches forward and swallows. Ryza finds herself shivering at the sensation of slimy Puni tongue lapping around her fingers, and its mouth engulfing them and half her arm. “Careful…” She chides needlessly, chuckling gently and kindly patting its rounded head with the hand not devoured. Its slick mouth rolls over her fingers on its retreat, sucking up all its own moisture and leaving her standing with a pleasant tingle as the only evidence… Well, that and the missing treat.

“Piii-” She hears it make an even stranger noise, and start to morph right in front of her. She takes a moment to back up a few steps with wonder in her eyes and excitement in her palms. Extracting from the puni is easy while it’s morphing, and she’s able to clasp her hands together in front of her chest with joy. She can’t help but jump a little in place at the phantasmal morph and shifts of the bouncier, happier Puni in front of her. “It’s working! I made a super food, it’s not even requiring more than one!” She giggles loudly, lost in the moment and forgetting even a single woe. The rush of success makes the world brighter for another brief instant. 

Before her eyes the puni does something as odd as it is mystical, it shifts pink and glomps her mostly bare legs. “Hehe, hey, you normally run off.” She points out, back to petting it the moment she feels its warmth try to wrap around her long leg. 

“Woah, hey-that feels tingly!” She can’t help but cry out when she finds her hand swallowed by its top. Its surface grows little feelers that swiftly flow over her skin, it develops little string-like appendages to grip and slide up her legs, and she quickly finds herself wide-eyed and gulping at the ticklish sensation of being literally felt up. “I dunno if I should stop you or see what you’re doing…”

She crouches low and gives it a nice hug with her free arm, finding it takes liberties immediately with a ruthless precision that has her mouth agape, moaning in surprise before she can even put what’s happening together. Its new access to her chest is exploited by allowing its strings to flow into her shirt and work over her shapely breasts. Its access to her sides is exploited as it massages in circles from every angle it can get at. “Woah, I see what you’re doing!” She comfortably laughs at the gentlest Puni she’s ever met, something she’s gained a real bond with over the weeks, as spiny things start to protrude from its back. “Hey um, this is starting to look a bit like an attack, please don’t make me stop-hawaaau!?”  She exclaims with rigid excitement and a small dose of fear.

Her eyes widen, her mouth does much the same, and a dozen long wobbly tendrils burst out of its back. Each appendage is rounded on its end and as fluid as the rest of it, yet with a scary amount of consistency to their movement that draws her big round eyes. “What are you-guull-” Her words are interrupted as it makes a move, claiming her mouth by cramming it with as much slimy length as it can.

She can’t help but notice that the taste is an oddly pleasant blend of sugar and mellow herbs as she forcefully blocks its route with her tongue and pushes it out.  “Hey, bad.” She scolds, pulling her arms from its core, placing a boot on its surface, and pulling herself out with a force it obediently allows her to use by hardening its outer layer for a moment. She’s happy to report, she doesn’t fall on her ass but instead lands gracefully like a dancer after a cartwheel back; all that monster slaying has really been paying off.

Not that all the training in the world would prepare her for a little blob’s eyes growing wide at her rebuke, jiggling sadly and fit to burst with tears. Standing does not make her any more resistant to the little cry it lets out. No, the greatest Atelier in the world couldn’t remain stern in her shoes.

“Pii…”
It’s such a quiet note, but filled with confused regret, apologizing without knowing what it could have possibly done wrong.

“Err...Hey, it’s okay…” She tries to reassure it, reaching out. It squishes into the ground, tendrils lashing up to form a shield above it. “Woah… I, I’m not mad! I promise! You just caught me by surprise.” She pets the tendrils almost eagerly, reassuringly, pressuring its outside until it slowly, little by little, drops the droopy little shield in favor of receiving her pets. “Sorry, girls don’t normally like having things suddenly shoved in their mouths. It’s rude.”

“Pi…” It makes a little whine, and for that she gives it a hug. She can’t help it, her arms wrapping around it are automatic. She doesn’t even think about how strange it feels to get hugged back by the gooey pink friend until one of the new tendrils wraps around her waist and  pulls her up in the air. Even if it’s only a solid foot, it’s a foot more than she expected to be suspended by a Puni today, and that throws her more than a little off beat. “Pii!” It squees excitedly, and she giggles, waving down at it.

“See? Not ma-gll-” She’s caught by surprise as yet again, it pushes a thick pink appendage past her lips mid-word. “H-hy-” This time she doesn’t get her tongue up in time, and it invades her entire mouth with sugary delight. Another gooey freedom wraps around her shins, tingling her skin to the touch in a way she also very much wasn’t expecting today. It feels nice, and for that she rolls her calming brown eyes and stops resisting just long enough to see where it’s going with this.

Surprising or not, Puni is her pet and her friend and it’s never hurt her before. Even caught by surprise like now she senses no ill intent, and she’s felt a lot of it over the last while. It’s innocent, cute, nice and cuddly, so much so she doesn’t think about the fact that another tendril has taken up her other leg, or how they’re sliding up and stroking into her thighs. “Hah-that’s nice.” She gasps instead of thinking, using what little room to breathe the slimy ‘yes’ in her mouth has given her. It’s actually pretty easy, the goo clearly able to let air through, but she’s not going to tell it that lest it push into her throat and-

Her hands wrap around the nice herby-tasting mast pushing into her mouth, and instinctively begins to push it deeper. She wants more, just the slightest thought tells her that, the slightest touch into her instinctive needs. Another quickly pushes under her top, creeping up her stomach and capturing one of her thick bouncy breasts in a loop - before moving on to do the same with the other, coming back around to slip through her tits and peek up at her face just like the one working its way into her throat.

“Huaa?” Is all she can manage. Looking down at the puni - and more importantly, the floaty rods working her over like any odd boy wishes they could -  she suddenly realizes exactly what is happening. It helps her realization that it suddenly begins to slip and slide, stroking itself into her cleavage underneath her clothes at the same pace as her hands work. It’s mimicking her, learning what feels nice, and that makes her blush a bit more than she wants to because this makes her feel like an oddly loose and sexual teacher to a student who’s as eager as he is unprepared. She really didn’t think she would be moanily thinking ‘I’m the victim here though’ today, but somehow she doesn’t mind.

The buttons on her top undo, as the manilla coat of hers hits the ground below. She finds it’s quickly pushed away by tendrils it sends to get it as far away from her as physically possible. Whether it throws her coat away into the grass out of courtesy for some kind of splash zone, or in warning for the gooey bath that’s inevitably going to happen, or even a simple desire to get her clothes away from her so she can’t change her mind and get re-dressed; who could tell? 

Her top is thrown, revealing the thick globey goodness she sports on her excited frame. She can see the shakes of her own anticipation, as well as its shaky excitement in the way they jiggle and bounce, shifting under their combined needs like oversized and puffy toys.

She doesn’t speak up - not that it would matter if she did at this point - she doesn’t even try. She’s too soothed into the moment that’s getting rapidly out of hand by the second to even want to stop it. Her rapidly spinning mind tells her that all she should do is stroke, and by everything she’s learned the past couple months she’s gonna listen to it!

it surprises her with a reminder of what’s on her legs. They try to slip into her shorts and she closes her legs, hard, unable to truly squish the meldable need pushing up but easily able to dissuade it for a moment. A moment’s all she needs to get lost in the bliss of what’s arching upwards towards her face, squishing in between her tits and what’s up top needily begging for her to suck harder.

For a moment she’d been worried about accidentally drinking him up, but that worry flows away as quickly as it came for a single real suck is all she needs to feel him thrive and throb in between her lips, and for her to know she’s doing right by him. It slips in, slips deep, presses places she wasn’t aware she had inside. She moans loudly into the squishy goodness, and only then does what’s below come together to wrap around the band of her shorts and pull it down her slender legs. Suddenly she finds she’s showing her natural beauty to the world. It clearly believes everyone should see the gentle brown bush in between her legs and the slightly engorged slit she hasn’t shown anyone else yet.

She can’t help but flush at just how wide its eyes get as it eyes her over, or the admiring extension of its tongue. “Haau!” It licks her, it actually licks her. Its thick tongue wetly slips over her thighs and slit, soaks her bush and comes back to find it likes the taste. Her legs open up on their own, it licks once more - and finally seeing their opening the tendrils wrapped around her lower half suddenly push into one much bigger spirally mast and push against her in a way that cannot be mistaken.

If she lets it, she’s going to be stolen by her pet. It may not be much of a decision, she somehow has her doubts she could stop it if she tried at this point, but she has a decision to make nonetheless. If she tries to stop it this is something untoward, if she doesn’t this is sex.

She finds her hands letting go of what’s in her mouth, and holds them out for another two slimy cocks to glide into. Her decision made, she begins to stroke furiously at her face and tits. She wants to know what a puni coating feels like, and she finds herself more than a little glad she has more treats to experiment with again later.

There’s a lot going on here, she’s not sure what to react to, but her movements make excited little mewls and moans out of her adorable friend and that’s easy to understand.

She finds herself wondering why it hasn’t penetrated yet, only for another long and slippery tool from it to latch onto her and reveal it can find the clitoris. It has a thick and puffy rounded end that covers her most sensitive place; she rapidly finds that it knows how to suck and rub. Heat flows through her, her cheeks flush even brighter, “ooaah!”  her legs open wide on reflex. She has all of one second to think about what she just did, one single second to have regrets, and one final second to realize she doesn’t really have any, before it pushes her lower lips open with an engorged spear like tip and presses into her hot folds. “Haau-” Her mouth is too blocked up for her to even egg it on. It takes that as permission to slip itself even deeper in her throat and engorge her with puni dick. She sucks her hardest, ensuring it knows she’s playing along and it can have as much fun as it wants.

It answers by pushing another mast into her ass, and spreading her wide open from every direction. “Nuaah!”

“Pii!”
It doesn’t go deep at first, working both her pussy and ass as one entity. It’s got its own rocking rhythm machine made out of her tits, squished and centric and oh so nice, her lovely round globes shift and squish what it’s got between them on a pace and strength of its own making. Her pussy and ass are rapidly filling with firmly swelling puni-cock that slips in one little wriggle at a time and drives her eyes to roll back from just how easily it massages her insides from both ends with little vibrations and big movements. Her hands are the only area she has real agency, and she uses them to work it hard. She squeezes, pushes, and even works the tips when she can without breaking her own attempts to match its pace.

She works it with a pleasant grip trained over many hours of stirring a stick and working her alchemy, proves to it that the hands that made the treat it's currently enjoying the boons of, are not to be forgotten about. She strokes hard, strokes fast, and strokes skillfully enough she gets a reaction where the rest of her body has only gotten little moans of excitement.

“Piiiuaaii!” It’s groan is loud and attentive, its wide eyes focused not on her hips where it’s skillfully invading, her breasts where it’s working her, or her mouth where it invaded her a long time ago and has now decided it lives; the cartoony gaze is  focused on her hands. It takes in her skill, salivates comically at her efforts, and beams, so happy to know it’s efforts are accepted and it’s doing a good job that it picks up the pace.

“Gl-ha-” It pumps hard, pumps fast, filling her pussy to the brim with needy Puni dick and spinning it inside her. Her ass finds itself full in one quick stroke, and it pushes her every boundary. She finds she’s stroked full with a rhythm she can’t keep up with, and her eyes roll in a way they’ve never rolled before. It pushes against her womb, trying to worm its liquid dick into it and deep in her blissful thoughts she has to wonder if it’s capable of leaving any sort of gift.

It pumps into her throat, faster and faster, pushing down and massaging her all the way down to the entrance to her stomach. It squirms in just the right way to push her limits, pushing against it in a way that almost makes her feel full. She’s grateful oxygen can get through its mast, and expresses that gratitude by futilely trying to gyrate herself onto it on both ends despite being suspended and fucked senselessly.

Her tits ignite with raw sensitivity as the stroking, working puni shaft is matched by two new tendrils that attach themselves to her thick red nipples and try to suck them in.

Only her hands are left alone, her last bit of agency appreciated and adored by her pet too much to be abused; a symbol of her care, affection, and willingness to fall into this held in sanctious regard.

Just as her mind blanks, the part of her that’s spent many hours standing over a hot cauldron blinks to life and wonders if it’s growing larger and thicker by the second, or if she’s just biased from bliss to think they’re too huge for her. Its use of her grows ever quicker, ever stronger, and her tingly fingers alone are left alone enough to take measure of just how much bigger it’s getting. Twice, thrice- she feels her entire body stretch, feels her bloating belly ready to accept what’s pushed so deep - “Oaaaahhh! Give it to me!” She manages to get out around the shaft. She feels the very moment when its hot goopy desire flows into the rods and works their way to the tips. It distends her everywhere, pushes against places she wishes she knew about before this, and sets her mind scorching in desire.

She cries out in ecstasy, and finds the pink tendril deep in her gullet appreciates the vibration. She tries to work her hips and finds it’s already thrusting too fast for her to have an impact.
She tries to beg what it has for her out of it, and she’s rewarded when her senses pick up on heat splashing her face. It’s steamy and fills her nostrils with the scent of strawberry, coating her face in a pool of need that's worked its way out of her friend and made itself known to the world. She’s never seen a puni cum before, but now that very discovery is raining down on her tits. She feels rewarded for she finds she needs a hot bath here and now, and her pet is more than happy to accommodate.

She’s rewarded when her insides quickly fill to the brim and begin to expand with something so rich and thick it bloats her. She’s rewarded, when the dicks in her hands pulse, and fire at her in gleeful commendation of what she’s done for it. When it’s done rewarding her, when she’s too filled to take more and its potent cream manages to flow out her ass, pussy, mouth, and nose; it carefully sets her down, retracts, and saunters off into the woods like any other day.

It leaves her twitching, gasping, and rounded from bloat like nothing happened.
She’s covered in a glaze so rich and plentiful she actually isn’t sure how she’s going to stand up without tripping in lovely goop.

“That…” She gasps, rolling over onto her side to cough up delicious ‘yes’ - it tastes oddly like processed berries on her tongue - “was amazing!” She giggles there, unable to move, unsure if she even should. She’s soothed into a hot state of almost puddy she’s not sure she ever wants to come down from. “Klaudia and Lila are gonna be so surprised!”

She pants to herself, eyes closing. “Should I tell them or spring it on them?”
She’s really not sure.