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Attend all Devils of the Manor; the Lady is present!

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and his newest macabre creation: Lavender! Although she's far more sweet than usual, the story inside is still bloody and raw... Read at your own risk!!!

Lavender's artwork can be found here! https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57270790/
", "writing": "When the kitchen was quiet, Pokemon for miles around had an eerie sense of calm overcome them. The oven laid dormant, and the nightmares subsided for a time…\n\nAnd then, the doorway opened. A square of light stretched into the darkened room… And into it stepped the silhouette of a terrifying, odious devil…\n\nAutumn stepped inside with her paws behind her back. Her eyes were half closed, and she could have been sleepy. But those who knew her saw the light, crooked grin underneath the crimson glow…\n\n...she was excited~!\n\nShe walked to her oven and snapped her fingers. With a roar, hellfire sparked to life and filled the room with a dim orange light, illuminating the tied Cinderace there on the preparation table…\n\nAutumn stood over him, lightly shaving her cleaver against a sharpener, purring softly…\n\nTo most… A haunting, terrible sound…\n\n“Let us make… Bunny Pie…”\n\nThe screams began immediately for the pitiful rabbit…\n\n“First, butcher the bunny thoroughly… Remove the limbs first, and then…”\n\nThe cleaver sliced with a terrible precision… Severing skin and flesh and tendon and muscle with equal ease… But unlucky for the rabbit, it was subjected to repeated, painful THWAKS of the meat anyway, as it was the best way to aim a good cut without sawing and ruining the… texture…\n\n“Both legs… Both arms…”\n\nRight at the shoulder. By now the useless female was wondering why she was still alive… Why she could still be alive… How… Who would do this…?\n\n“Open the chest…”\n\nA soft ‘shing!’ as a sizzling claw dragged down and split the creature, who trembled and twitched in agony…\n\n“Remove the organs… Let the heart beat as long as possible… Give it what it wants… All the juiciest emotions… Fear… Terror… Agony… It will be a sweet meat for later, won’t it…? Such a treat…”\n\nHer expert cleaving skills pinned the thrashing thing down with barely a moment’s hesitation, severing the ears, the head… Walking around, studying the orb in the centre… A bundle of meat, no more souls inside. Crescent would be so sad…\n\n“Mince the meat properly… In long thin rows first, and then cubed, and then… Ah…”\n\n“Succulently grill… The following spices are necessary… A bit of Wigglytuff… A bit of Jolteon… A bit of… Blood…”\n\nShe whispered, pausing and lowering her chin to the table, eyes glinting and tails whipping behind her…\n\nAnd then she pounced, and began to knead the dough. She couldn’t help but let out a purr that made the poor fools strung up in her larder tremble. One of the Ghost types moaned, in labour for months…\n\nShe’d be fully ripened in a few more…\n\n“Now then… Prepare into a pie… Fresh vegetables…”\n\nThe Oddish screeched…\n\n“And bake…”\n\nShe sat on her prep table, after everything had been cleaned away, listening to the flames flicker and licking her paw slowly of little bits of succulent agony left behind…\n\nWithin the fires of hell itself, the meat sizzled… The meal cooked… Inside of the dough, something bubbled ominously… The egg of a creature who should have never been born… A Fairy of Life, long since dead… A paradox… And an opportunity…\n\nDing!\n\n[Succulent Bunny Pie w/ Oddish]\n\nAutumn set her elbows on the windowsill and sighed heavily… The pie’s scent wafted out as it cooled, an overwhelming smell that cast itself over the forest, driving those there into a vexatious hunger… A desire for a bite of such an unholy treat… But oh… What a price to pay…\n\nSuch a devilish price…\n\n“No one to try it though… I do not document results near as well when I suffer them myself…”\n\nShe slumped onto her folded arms and sighed wistfully again, pouting… \n\nHer sisters wouldn’t be particularly interested… Perhaps she’d have to slip it into one of their plates at dinner… Crimson would be furious, mm… That would be bad for gestation… And Crescent wouldn’t slow down enough for good note taking...\n\nOf course, the sirens were never an option, as amusing as it would be. Crimson would almost kill her, if the Master of the house wouldn’t first at this point… After all, what a coincidence that all three sisters had their… ‘accidents’... Much as she defended herself that she had nothing to do with all their pregnancies… One she couldn’t deny, one really wasn’t her fault, and the last… Well…\n\nShe smiled softly. It didn’t matter now, one way or another. No one to taste…\n\nShe sat up suddenly, and her expression brightened…\n\n“Ahhh… Mama…”\n\nYes indeed… How could she forget? The graceful, but immense stalking form in the halls, at times seemingly as faint a presence as a shadow on the walls… And at times the graceful, chuckling form at the top of the stairs, always wandering the halls seeking playmates or little ones to cuddle… waiting for the moment her middle started to clench, and swell, and her body became full of of the flicker of life…!\n\nThe raging… Agonizing inferno that was life’s beginning, anyway…\n\nShe stepped from the door that never should be opened… The dire portal to the silent chamber that housed…\n\n...the Master… of the Manor…\n\nAnd yet she glided from it with an almost carefree gait… Humming happily as the veritable entryway to the netherworld closed behind her with an ominous thud, the aura about it dimming, and returning slowly to its mundane reality as nothing more than a bedroom door…\n\n...even if a few flickers of shadow seemed to trail and grasp like hands of smoke...\n\nShe was 2 meters in height, fitting for her Noivern form. Her shimmering purple hues belayed a more sinister bent to every movement… You couldn’t help but trust her, and she was nothing but a sweetheart… But borne on an ill wind… A creature of good, with the power of evil…\n\nWas such a paradoxical thing possible…? Was a devil capable of being soft…?\n\nLady Lavender certainly seemed to be…\n\nShe stepped along the hallways as if she was light as a feather, seeming to move like a mist and yet, waddle like she was held down. And when she emerged from the shadows, she gripped the balcony and looked out over the land her Master had ‘given her’… Oh, yes, servitude to the manor was not exactly worthy of a proper title… She was not an official Lady per say, but… After Autumn had been reborn from her the third time over, her ability was… Deathly clear…\n\nHer tummy was like a beacon to souls… The demons of the manor, should they ever die, would reappear within her body… \n\nNo wonder they called her Mama…\n\nShe breathed in the sweet smelling air… The skies above overcast, and so the sun wouldn’t hurt her perfectly supple... Her lidded eyes roved over her world… Her kingdom, if she was in that kind of mood… But most of the time it was simply the back yard to her comfortable home… It might as well have been surrounded by a cute little fence…\n\nAh… Were it not for… THAT blemish far off into the forest…\n\nThat damnable infestation of babbling birds...\n\n“Mama…”\n\nNo true mother could resist such a call. She turned immediately and walked inside despite the delicious scents coming from outside. To her delight, following the cry brought her closer to the scent’s source, until her mouth was practically watering...\n\nShe stepped into the kitchen. The fires were smouldering low again, casting Autumn into partial shadow. Her eyes still pierced through, and so did her glinting grin…\n\n“Mama… There you are. I’ve made one of my very special dishes… And I would like you to try it…”\n\nThe dragon’s shadow lingered. Was that hesitation? Could a great, soft mama that big be intimidated by a little cat like her…?\n\nShe reached out a paw, and again, what mama could resist…?\n\n“Here you are… See? It still steams, at the perfect temperature… A delicious and very special meal, for you mother dearest…”\n\nShe cooed in an almost sing song voice, her tail again whipping lightly in feline excitement as she clasps her paws tightly…\n\n“Autumn dear… You always make the best food, don’t you? I don’t know what inspired you to be such a good cook, but…”\n\nShe stepped forward, her hands folded and her dress gently swishing in the humid atmosphere of the kitchen…\n\n“Ah… A special one then… Is it?”\n\n“Very special. I had you in mind as I made it, of course…”\n\nShe savoured the tiny sin of a little white lie…\n\nThe Noivern above her would hover over the meal… Looming curiously and then catching up the fork with her claw…\n\n\nShe pressed her fork into the top of the meaty pie… Pressing down firmly until the crust collapsed into the succulent meat and vegetables, forming a gravy of juices that even Autumn herself couldn’t help but drool at. Lavender couldn’t resist… She leaned down and pressed a bite into her maw daintily…\n\nDelicious… It’d be blasphemous to call it heavenly…\n\n“Ooohhh, Autumn dear…”\n\n“Do you like it… Mama? Be sure to eat it all… Every bit of it… Especially the crust…”\n\n“I wouldn’t dream of wasting a bit of something so good…”\n\nAnd indeed, she did not… As she savoured each bit of the pie, Autumn watched with intense curiosity… Her eyes seemed to follow from the chewing mouth… Down the throat… Locking on her belly…\n\nBy the time the fork was set down, her pupils were like pinpricks…\n\n “It… Sits very heavy in the stomach, doesn’t it?”\n\n“A filling meal… Hearty. Perhaps you ate too early in the day, hm?”\n\nAutumn huffed and sighed wistfully, almost pouting. Mama quickly stood and gave an airy, maternal chuckle…\n\n“Now don’t you pretend as if that was an insult… You don’t have to doubt whether I enjoy what you make…”\n\nAutumn blushed and looked at her. Her grin was almost a little too wide…\n\n“May I accompany you…?”\n\n“Oh? I was going to walk the grounds a bit…”\n\n“How unusual for you.”\n\nLavender either didn’t hear or didn’t understand the sarcasm, because she turned and lightly swept her wing to beckon in a grand fashion. \nAutumn’s fur puffed a bit at memories of cuddling on that soft fur with a wing used as a perfect temperature blanket… Warm as ‘home’ was…\n\n“Come along dear, I’d love the company!”\n\nAutumn cuddled up to her side as they walked the halls of the manor. To most it would be an odious and foreboding place… Screams echoed and the negative energy that throbbed in every dark corner was palpable to even the most dull witted… And yet, Lavender sauntered it as if she was checking on her childrens’ bedrooms in some quiet suburban home…\n\nCrimson, pinning down Mary’s rambunctuous baby and tugging at her gently so she didn’t chew her mother’s hair off. Lavender could barely hold back her mirthful chuckle at the situation, while Autumn was stood behind her with her paws folded. She was peering at Lavender’s belly, which was softly, but clearly gurgling…\n\nCrescent wrangled a passing Dragonite. What easy prey for someone like her, to swing her blade and sent it forth to knock a mighty Dragon down plummeting to the Lady’s feet…\n\n“I’ll use it in a good dish another time, Mama…”\n\n“I could barely see the dragon, so far above… And you managed to bring it down. Crescent! Hoho…”\n\nAutumn let Crescent expertly butcher it to applause from Mother while she took note of the undeniable swell… Slowly but surely, Mama was getting bigger… Feeling worse…\n\n“H-Heavy indeed, if I had sat down and relaxed I would have sunk through the chair… Hah… Good that I walked about the manor…”\n\nShe waddled Autumn’s garden, with Autumn humming and reaching out to settle a paw against Lavender’s middle…\n\nTaut… Tense…\n\nLikely painful…\n\n“And you wouldn’t have had fun, now would you…?” Autumn said, in an almost mocking tone as the Noivern began to have trouble waddling as fast as the cat was striding…\n\nHer tummy was huge… It was far larger than it should have been for someone so obviously pregnant, but that was precisely what Autumn had been desiring… The egg had done its job…\n\nNow Mama just had to do her’s…\n\n“You seem to be quite distressed…”\n\n“Ohhh… Ah, you know that this is just what I must do, dear… Don’t be worried about Mama!…”\n\nHer stomach lurched. She gasped and wrapped her wings around it, looking strained…\n\nShe couldn’t take another step. Autumn grinned excitedly…\n\n“I… I should get back to the manor…”\n\n“Then we should go back.”\n\nNeither of them moved. One couldn’t. The other didn’t want to leave her behind…\n\n“Ah… I think this b-baby may come… S-Soon…”\n\n“Out here in my garden, it would be a peaceful place to push wouldn’t it…?”\n\nLavender apparently wasn’t listening… Holding her tummy… Breathing hard and desperately… Face reddening…\n\nShe was still growing… Her middle strained her insides… Pressured her organs… The shadows around her flickered ominously…\n\n“It will h-have to do!”\n\nInto a gazebo, a small covered sitting area, where Autumn set Mama on a bench with dainty care. The Noivern splayed back along the bench, one leg set on its back and creaking it for her draconic size and weight. Autumn crouched softly, bringing her knees to her chin to watch in fascination and excitement as Mama laid back and began to breathe in a familiar rhythm…\n\n“Autumn…”\n\n“You don’t have time to say anything else, Mama…”\n\nIndeed, the sharp and painful crushing contraction came in a moment. She had the wind knocked from her lungs, and it was so difficult to get it back with how hard everything was… squeezing…!\n\nShe curled suddenly and PUSHED!\n\nThe clouds overhead swirled and the sun darkened. Rain was coming, it seemed… In here, they seemed safe…\n\nBut things were not always as they seemed…\n\nInside her, the painfully large Noibat began to descend… To press upon her pelvis like it was trying to separate her hips, snap her spine, and tear her body in two…\n\nHer monstrously huge child wriggled and she couldn’t help but moan as her organs were pummelled by the kicks that followed. She gripped her face firmly and panted after the push ended, going limp…\n\n“...not much progress, Mother…”\n\nAutumn’s voice was cutesy, almost mocking. Perhaps she was just in awe of what she was seeing, or maybe the devilish cat simply took too much pride and pleasure in the suffering she caused…\n\n“I… I will have to push harder then…!”\n\nHarder and harder, until her body gave out. She knew it, she had to… She could not have avoided the delicious scents coming from the kitchen until now, could she have?\n\nWas she truly that innocent…? Was Autumn so eager because she had been looking for the perfect opportunity…\n\nWhat a precious thing, to snuff out a light so bright…! And once her candle guttered… When her recipe was shown to work as she saw… Then…\n\nOh… Then the nest of clucking pests would be eliminated for good…\n\n“Push… Mama… You don’t want to pass away, do you?”\n\nLavender stretched her body stiff and snapped her wings out, shrieking at the implication. She clutched her belly and tears sprung to her eyes, dribbled down her face. So much pressure… So much pain…!\n\n“I’m… Trying, I…”\n\nShe curled, and pushed, wheezing her breath desperately as she did… Shoving and screaming into her own fuzzy chest… Claws raking the bench below her… As rain began to patter down all about…\n\nAutumn stared up at the belly above her, watching it get lower with each push… Just a little progress each time… As the rain came down harder around them, faster and more terrible alongside the growing storm, the catty demon couldn’t wipe her smirk off her face at seeing the Lady of the house doing what any mama should be doing… Pushing her children into the world…\n\nAnd yet, as the moments wore on… As Autumn expected any moment for her formula to be a success… Lavender kept pushing!\n\nAutumn was a bit astonished. She stepped back upon realizing the female was actually doing it… The babies were descending into her passage… Bulging her entrance… Crowning, just a bit…!\n\nHealthy, huge Noibats for how hard they struggled…\n\n“You… You might actually…”\n\nAnd then thunder rumbled in the distance, as lightning briefly lit the sky…\n\nThe shadows under the gazebo’s ornate, obsidian awning deepened even further…\n\nIn them, the faint outline… Pale skin separated from shadowed garb and a horrid, bewitching grin of jagged teeth…\n\nAutumn was rendered speechless for a moment… But she shouldn’t have been… She knew how much the Master favoured his dear Lady…\n\nShe placed her paws behind her back and merely watched with her crooked grin, as the Master knelt down and gently traced the back of his hand over her cheek… Dabbing a way a few tears…\n\nLavender breathed heavily as she stared up at him… Her eyes were huge… A little confused, a little terrified…\n\nBut her expression changed in a moment… Relaxing… Her eyelids drooping… As she looked down at her belly…\n\n“To please you… My dear Master…!”\n\nHe traced his fingers down along her front… Over her belly, so daintily… His touch was electric, and left the phantom pain of burning flesh…\n\nHe got to her puss… Traced the lips… The shape of them, bulged from her efforts… So close, perhaps a bit longer…\n\nHe pressed firmly… His hand cupped her entrance… Blocking it, as his too-warm touch traced over her most intimate parts as if he was familiar with the ritual… Familiar with this whole body…\n\nAs if he knew what it would be like to have s cheek laid upon the soft furry ruff, and her swollen middle having its contours traced by his oh so delicate and talented hand...\n\n“MASTER!!!”\n\nShe arched and howled, as the lightning crashed above. The devil had to put only the merest amount of pressure to block her progress at this point, whether on purpose or not…\n\n“Push…”\n\nShe screamed and howled… Undignified to all but the Devils who heard it as the most melodic of refrains… The most delicate of birdsong…\n\nSweet suffering…\n\nShe trembled as she pushed as hard as she could… For as long as she could… But as good a mama as she was, even she couldn’t escape the fate the befalls all those who come under the thrall of evil…\n\nShe pushed until she slumped back… Panting… Tears in her eyes… Desperate…\n\n“So… S-So close…”\n\nIndeed… The Noibat was nearly out… Wriggling in her passage… Just barely left unborn, except…\n\nShe lifted her wings as her vision swam… As if reaching towards some salvation that wasn’t there…\n\nOnly the intense scrutiny of her Master’s wild gaze…\n\nThe symbol on her belly gained a ghostly glow… And then she relaxed and gave a heavy, ragged sigh…\n\nAs if her soul itself was leaving her…\n\n“...Mama?”\n\nLavender had stopped moving…\n\nHer chest thumped subtly… Weaker and weaker before it too stopped moving…\n\nHer eyes faded from their gentle cosmic hue, to a dull and lifeless grey...\n\nThe Devil withdrew his fingers. He leaned down and gave a peck on his Lady’s cheek. Then he turned and walked away… Autumn stood there, listening to the rain… Staring at what she’d done…\n\nShe turned and rubbed the back of her head… Then sighed…\n\n“...this better not take too long…”\n\nLavender’s corpse… Lurched…\n\nThe belly bulged… Frighteningly, it seemed to expand larger… Swelling outwards as if, somehow, she had become even more pregnant.\n\nHer lips bulged wide again… Her baby shoved firmly against the exit to its prison… It squirmed harder, but it was clear it wasn’t climbing out itself…\n\nAutumn crouched and held her paws out…\n\nWith a surge, the corpse’s belly compressed inwards hard, like someone had placed a board over it and pushed down... The baby spread her until she strained to her absolutely limit. Her legs moved as if someone had roughly gripped her thighs and yanked them spread, until she was at her widest in a painful, contorted pose... She couldn’t surpass this… not without…\n\nCRICK…\n\nPart of her skin split… Pelvis snapping in two violently and her hips finally separating wide enough to let the massive baby fall through and into Autumn’s arms…\n\n“Oh by all unholy… Oof...”\n\nShe had to put effort to heft herself AND the baby up, She sighed and hugged it tight as it began to whimper, activating the cat’s own maternal instincts...\n\nThe rain was stopping… The sun would be out soon…\n\n“Not a good place for Shades, Mama…”\n\nThe Noivern corpse behind quivered… No part of the limp thing moved except for the belly… Which now clenched weakly…\n\nA strangely shaped bulge moved along its surface, and down her ruined passage… Autumn shushed the huge Noibat in her arm, thankfully not too large for her to handle… barely… but she calmed them so she could watch with eager fascination…\n\nShe wanted to see, after all… A rare treat to see the Mother of the house birth… after she had already broken!\n\nHer hips were dragged forward in lurches… Her baby thumping against a barely cohesive barrier and knocking her around with little resistance but the great bat’s weight… A heavy, limp rag doll with a very big baby inside, pushing against her to get out… Autumn stepped back by instinct, since it appeared to her like all the world like some invisible creature was propping her up. Her sagging, still half swollen belly gurgled as something inside squirmed heavily…\n\nGood thing it couldn’t suffocate…\n\nThe bulge moved lower… Then the torn, but elastic flesh settled back into place…\n\nThe hips rolled forward… Then fell back… A rhythm began, making progress that Autumn could measure in drops of blood squeezed from inside… The Noivern’s expression remained entirely dull… Frozen in a haggard painting of terrible suffering that should have ended… And yet her belly ‘contracted’… The ruined flesh and offal bunched. Something inside gave a tiny, muffled, desperate squeak…\n\nThe ruined lower lips peeled open once more in their final macabre display… More dark fluids dripped and hissed on the bench below, tendrils of smoke curling where they hit and invoking a distant shuddering howl heard from no-where…\n\nAnother… A twin! Autumn clapped her paws lightly, impressed…\n\n...ssscccccchhlllllkkk…\n\nAnother pair of shoves… One to push the head against, and spread it just enough with more sickening cracking of bone and flesh… And then the second, and last…\n\nThe second Noibat landed with a wet splatter, and wriggled immediately in annoyance at being on a cold bench instead of a warm arm. Behind her, the lips stretched weakly open again, looking almost as if it was pried apart with thumbs for how the ruined things stretched messily...\n\n“Oof…”\n\nLavender stood, wobbling on her feet for a moment before finding her balance… She shook herself off of the ichor clinging to her. She stood on the bench as nothing but a tiny, faint, and ghostly Noibat with a subtle curve to her cute tum… She looked dizzy… But then she turned and looked at the second newborn with familiar maternal worry, leaving no doubt who this strange little ghost was…\n\n The second baby wriggled next to her and whimpered, and she breathed a tiny sigh of relief that it, being just a bit smaller, had survived…\n\nShe fluttered up… Autumn smiled contently and picked up the other newborn, purring loud with one in each arm, (though the larger one was making her strain, just a bit...)\n\n“It wasn’t meant to give you live children Mama, but… I think I know how to fix that. Good thing I tested it…”\n\n“Oh my goodness, y-yes…” Lavender whimpered, her voice much more squeaky and her eyes darting about as she spoke… “I wouldn’t have wanted y-your recipe t-to go wrong, it’s the one you’ve bee-been planning for the harvest celebration this year…! And it was VERY good… Ah, I suppose the animals out here will get a good meal out of me though...”\n\nAs they began to walk back along the wet trail to the manor, Autumn’s crooked grin turned into a devilish sneer… Her eyes flared crimson, and then brighter… A dusky, dangerous orange, like fire…\n\n“Those animals… Won’t be touching you, mama. They don’t deserve that. We are going to have Dragon meat for dinner tonight… And after that…?”\n\nShe looked over her shoulder, her stance playful but her eyes open fully… When she had this expression, even Lavender couldn’t help but be terrified…\n\n“The Fall is coming… very soon...~!\n\nThe larder burst open and a Mismagius stumbled from it. Her eyes were narrow and she held her tassels under a middle that bulged like she was carrying an entire Rapidash…\n\nWell, she WAS…\n\nThe other Pokemon begged to be freed from their bindings… They were strung up along the narrow and pitch black corridor, nearly all of them heavily pregnant… The ones that weren’t were merely beginning to show…\n\nAll of them had bits of them shaved off… Or cut off… The wounds sliced with precision and cauterized almost immediately by unfathomably intense heat…\n\nImagine what it was like to be a Leafeon… Strapped so tightly down that you could barely move… As one of your fellow Grass types stalks up to to extract a few more leaves with iron hotter than anything you’ve ever felt before… She grips your leg… Pulls it out to extend it…\n\nAims… Purrs...\n\nThe heavily gravid Leafeon howled in terror as the Mismagius pushed the door closed to smother the noise, and then slumped against the kitchen’s tile floor...\n\nHer middle groaned ominously…\n\n“...I’ll be punished for t-this… Twice as hard…”\n\nShe let out a sharp puff of air as her head thumped back against the pantry door, rattling it…\n\nShe draped her tassels nervously over her midsection as her foal gave another sharp kick, leaving yet another horseshoe bruise discolouring her front. She couldn’t stop the spurt of inky black ichor from her throat, tinged ever so slightly with a shade of blue…\n\nThe Master of the house would be angry she was wasting so much of her ghostly flesh’s precious ingredients by coughing them onto her own middle… To say nothing of Autumn…\nShe rolled and writhed a bit, but was pinned mostly under her middle. She pushed firmly again as tears began to streak down her face…\n\nMore wasted ingredients…\n\nHer middle convulsed and she pushed as hard as she could, but she knew it would do nothing. That baby wasn’t due to come out for many more months, and the paper talismans stamped firmly over her entrance in an X shape would assure that…\n\nShe covered her mouth, trying not to let herself scream. With a Mismagius’s voice, she would alert the whole manor…\n\n“Ah… Baby… Baby please…!”\n\nA good pusher this one… She needed two talismans for a reason… And maybe a few hexes to keep her in line…? But even she had limits…\n\nThe baby knew she wouldn’t mind if they kept kicking…\n\n...kept stomping on her organs as she twitched and moaned softly in pain… and coughed up more blood…\n\nThe ‘foal’ found a weak point and seemed to brace themselves. Horses were already independent from an early age, and this one had grown to evolution within its too-tiny and cramped container… Now it had decided it wanted out…\n\nSo it decided to simply come out.\n\nIt pushed its hooves in either direction… Splaying itself and forcing the ghost’s belly to be even larger, somehow, albeit deformed with tension… Her flesh began to discolour like rubber stretched too thin…\n\nHer eyes rolled back… She begged the Master for mercy…\n\n...grant me a few more months, Master… I can do it…!\n\nSPLUT!!!\n\n\n\nThe Rapidash unfolded itself and stood, shaking the offal from its body and casually beginning to walk around to finally inspect its surroundings…\n\nThe discarded Ghost below let her chin hang… Her mouth open and drooling more of her sticky black life force… Her eyes fluttered and she just barely managed to look down at herself… To fathom her condition…\n\nShe gasped weakly… But the air had no where to go…\n\nHer soft body went entirely limp, and the pale glow in her eyes faded entirely, leaving them a blank white under drooping lids…\n\nMeanwhile...\n\nLavender, or as some cheekily called her devolved form; Lavvy, fluttered about and tried to get her bearings. Always so paranoid in this form. She’d lost her ghostly shape from strain more than once, and to climb back from whatever pit that was below her Shade form was…\n\n...difficult.\n\nSo she entered the kitchen, looking for even more food as if she hadn’t learned the lesson Autumn always taught. She fluttered and looked confusedly at the Rapidash, then a little disdainfully down at the mess…\n\n“What in the w-world…?” she muttered, as she lifted her finger and swayed it, beckoning...\n\nBehind her, from the shadows, a Misdreavus poked their head through the wall, noticed the Mismagius, and grimaced…\n\n“You rang… ma’am?”\n\nLavvy turned, her mind fluttering just as much as her little ghostly bat wings… Like a moth, instead of a mother~\n\n“Yes… Good… I’m simply f-famished!”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "When the kitchen was quiet, Pokemon for miles around had an eerie sense of calm overcome them. The oven laid dormant, and the nightmares subsided for a time…

And then, the doorway opened. A square of light stretched into the darkened room… And into it stepped the silhouette of a terrifying, odious devil…

Autumn stepped inside with her paws behind her back. Her eyes were half closed, and she could have been sleepy. But those who knew her saw the light, crooked grin underneath the crimson glow…

...she was excited~!

She walked to her oven and snapped her fingers. With a roar, hellfire sparked to life and filled the room with a dim orange light, illuminating the tied Cinderace there on the preparation table…

Autumn stood over him, lightly shaving her cleaver against a sharpener, purring softly…

To most… A haunting, terrible sound…

“Let us make… Bunny Pie…”

The screams began immediately for the pitiful rabbit…

“First, butcher the bunny thoroughly… Remove the limbs first, and then…”

The cleaver sliced with a terrible precision… Severing skin and flesh and tendon and muscle with equal ease… But unlucky for the rabbit, it was subjected to repeated, painful THWAKS of the meat anyway, as it was the best way to aim a good cut without sawing and ruining the… texture…

“Both legs… Both arms…”

Right at the shoulder. By now the useless female was wondering why she was still alive… Why she could still be alive… How… Who would do this…?

“Open the chest…”

A soft ‘shing!’ as a sizzling claw dragged down and split the creature, who trembled and twitched in agony…

“Remove the organs… Let the heart beat as long as possible… Give it what it wants… All the juiciest emotions… Fear… Terror… Agony… It will be a sweet meat for later, won’t it…? Such a treat…”

Her expert cleaving skills pinned the thrashing thing down with barely a moment’s hesitation, severing the ears, the head… Walking around, studying the orb in the centre… A bundle of meat, no more souls inside. Crescent would be so sad…

“Mince the meat properly…  In long thin rows first, and then cubed, and then… Ah…”

“Succulently grill… The following spices are necessary… A bit of Wigglytuff… A bit of Jolteon… A bit of… Blood…”

She whispered, pausing and lowering her chin to the table, eyes glinting and tails whipping behind her…

And then she pounced, and began to knead the dough. She couldn’t help but let out a purr that made the poor fools strung up in her larder tremble. One of the Ghost types moaned, in labour for months…

She’d be fully ripened in a few more…

“Now then… Prepare into a pie… Fresh vegetables…”

The Oddish screeched…

“And bake…”

She sat on her prep table, after everything had been cleaned away, listening to the flames flicker and licking her paw slowly of little bits of succulent agony left behind…

Within the fires of hell itself, the meat sizzled… The meal cooked… Inside of the dough, something bubbled ominously… The egg of a creature who should have never been born… A Fairy of Life, long since dead… A paradox… And an opportunity…

Ding!

[Succulent Bunny Pie w/ Oddish]

Autumn set her elbows on the windowsill and sighed heavily… The pie’s scent wafted out as it cooled, an overwhelming smell that cast itself over the forest, driving those there into a vexatious hunger… A desire for a bite of such an unholy treat… But oh… What a price to pay…

Such a devilish price…

“No one to try it though… I do not document results near as well when I suffer them myself…”

She slumped onto her folded arms and sighed wistfully again, pouting…

Her sisters wouldn’t be particularly interested… Perhaps she’d have to slip it into one of their plates at dinner… Crimson would be furious, mm… That would be bad for gestation… And Crescent wouldn’t slow down enough for good note taking...

Of course, the sirens were never an option, as amusing as it would be. Crimson would almost kill her, if the Master of the house wouldn’t first at this point… After all, what a coincidence that all three sisters had their… ‘accidents’... Much as she defended herself that she had nothing to do with all their pregnancies… One she couldn’t deny, one really wasn’t her fault, and the last… Well…

She smiled softly. It didn’t matter now, one way or another. No one to taste…

She sat up suddenly, and her expression brightened…

“Ahhh… Mama…”

Yes indeed… How could she forget? The graceful, but immense stalking form in the halls, at times seemingly as faint a presence as a shadow on the walls… And at times the graceful, chuckling form at the top of the stairs, always wandering the halls seeking playmates or little ones to cuddle… waiting for the moment her middle started to clench, and swell, and her body became full of of the flicker of life…!

The raging… Agonizing inferno that was life’s beginning, anyway…

She stepped from the door that never should be opened… The dire portal to the silent chamber that housed…

...the Master… of the Manor…

And yet she glided from it with an almost carefree gait… Humming happily as the veritable entryway to the netherworld closed behind her with an ominous thud, the aura about it dimming, and returning slowly to its mundane reality as nothing more than a bedroom door…

...even if a few flickers of shadow seemed to trail and grasp like hands of smoke...

She was 2 meters in height, fitting for her Noivern form. Her shimmering purple hues belayed a more sinister bent to every movement… You couldn’t help but trust her, and she was nothing but a sweetheart… But borne on an ill wind… A creature of good, with the power of evil…

Was such a paradoxical thing possible…? Was a devil capable of being soft…?

Lady Lavender certainly seemed to be…

She stepped along the hallways as if she was light as a feather, seeming to move like a mist and yet, waddle like she was held down. And when she emerged from the shadows, she gripped the balcony and looked out over the land her Master had ‘given her’… Oh, yes, servitude to the manor was not exactly worthy of a proper title… She was not an official Lady per say,  but… After Autumn had been reborn from her the third time over, her ability was… Deathly clear…

Her tummy was like a beacon to souls… The demons of the manor, should they ever die, would reappear within her body…

No wonder they called her Mama…

She breathed in the sweet smelling air… The skies above overcast, and so the sun wouldn’t hurt her perfectly supple... Her lidded eyes roved over her world… Her kingdom, if she was in that kind of mood… But most of the time it was simply the back yard to her comfortable home… It might as well have been surrounded by a cute little fence…

Ah… Were it not for… THAT blemish far off into the forest…

That damnable infestation of babbling birds...

“Mama…”

No true mother could resist such a call. She turned immediately and walked inside despite the delicious scents coming from outside. To her delight, following the cry brought her closer to the scent’s source, until her mouth was practically watering...

She stepped into the kitchen. The fires were smouldering low again, casting Autumn into partial shadow. Her eyes still pierced through, and so did her glinting grin…

“Mama… There you are. I’ve made one of my very special dishes… And I would like you to try it…”

The dragon’s shadow lingered. Was that hesitation? Could a great, soft mama that big be intimidated by a little cat like her…?

She reached out a paw, and again, what mama could resist…?

“Here you are… See? It still steams, at the perfect temperature… A delicious and very special meal, for you mother dearest…”

She cooed in an almost sing song voice, her tail again whipping lightly in feline excitement as she clasps her paws tightly…

“Autumn dear… You always make the best food, don’t you? I don’t know what inspired you to be such a good cook, but…”

She stepped forward, her hands folded and her dress gently swishing in the humid atmosphere of the kitchen…

“Ah… A special one then… Is it?”

“Very special. I had you in mind as I made it, of course…”

She savoured the tiny sin of a little white lie…

The Noivern above her would hover over the meal… Looming curiously and then catching up the fork with her claw…


She pressed her fork into the top of the meaty pie… Pressing down firmly until the crust collapsed into the succulent meat and vegetables, forming a gravy of juices that even Autumn herself couldn’t help but drool at. Lavender couldn’t resist… She leaned down and pressed a bite into her maw daintily…

Delicious… It’d be blasphemous to call it heavenly…

“Ooohhh, Autumn dear…”

“Do you like it… Mama? Be sure to eat it all… Every bit of it… Especially the crust…”

“I wouldn’t dream of wasting a bit of something so good…”

And indeed, she did not… As she savoured each bit of the pie, Autumn watched with intense curiosity… Her eyes seemed to follow from the chewing mouth… Down the throat… Locking on her belly…

By the time the fork was set down, her pupils were like pinpricks…

 “It… Sits very heavy in the stomach, doesn’t it?”

“A filling meal… Hearty. Perhaps you ate too early in the day, hm?”

Autumn huffed and sighed wistfully, almost pouting. Mama quickly stood and gave an airy, maternal chuckle…

“Now don’t you pretend as if that was an insult… You don’t have to doubt whether I enjoy what you make…”

Autumn blushed and looked at her. Her grin was almost a little too wide…

“May I accompany you…?”

“Oh? I was going to walk the grounds a bit…”

“How unusual for you.”

Lavender either didn’t hear or didn’t understand the sarcasm, because she turned and lightly swept her wing to beckon in a grand fashion.
Autumn’s fur puffed a bit at memories of cuddling on that soft fur with a wing used as a perfect temperature blanket… Warm as ‘home’ was…

“Come along dear, I’d love the company!”

Autumn cuddled up to her side as they walked the halls of the manor. To most it would be an odious and foreboding place… Screams echoed and the negative energy that throbbed in every dark corner was palpable to even the most dull witted… And yet, Lavender sauntered it as if she was checking on her childrens’ bedrooms in some quiet suburban home…

Crimson, pinning down Mary’s rambunctuous baby and tugging at her gently so she didn’t chew her mother’s hair off. Lavender could barely hold back her mirthful chuckle at the situation, while Autumn was stood behind her with her paws folded. She was peering at Lavender’s belly, which was softly, but clearly gurgling…

Crescent wrangled a passing Dragonite. What easy prey for someone like her, to swing her blade and sent it forth to knock a mighty Dragon down plummeting to the Lady’s feet…

“I’ll use it in a good dish another time, Mama…”

“I could barely see the dragon, so far above… And you managed to bring it down. Crescent! Hoho…”

Autumn let Crescent expertly butcher it to applause from Mother while she took note of the undeniable swell… Slowly but surely, Mama was getting bigger… Feeling worse…

“H-Heavy indeed, if I had sat down and relaxed I would have sunk through the chair… Hah… Good that I walked about the manor…”

She waddled Autumn’s garden, with Autumn humming and reaching out to settle a paw against Lavender’s middle…

Taut… Tense…

Likely painful…

“And you wouldn’t have had fun, now would you…?” Autumn said, in an almost mocking tone as the Noivern began to have trouble waddling as fast as the cat was striding…

Her tummy was huge… It was far larger than it should have been for someone so obviously pregnant, but that was precisely what Autumn had been desiring… The egg had done its job…

Now Mama just had to do her’s…

“You seem to be quite distressed…”

“Ohhh… Ah, you know that this is just what I must do, dear… Don’t be worried about Mama!…”

Her stomach lurched. She gasped and wrapped her wings around it, looking strained…

She couldn’t take another step. Autumn grinned excitedly…

“I… I should get back to the manor…”

“Then we should go back.”

Neither of them moved. One couldn’t. The other didn’t want to leave her behind…

“Ah… I think this b-baby may come… S-Soon…”

“Out here in my garden, it would be a peaceful place to push wouldn’t it…?”

Lavender apparently wasn’t listening… Holding her tummy… Breathing hard and desperately… Face reddening…

She was still growing… Her middle strained her insides… Pressured her organs… The shadows around her flickered ominously…

“It will h-have to do!”

Into a gazebo, a small covered sitting area, where Autumn set Mama on a bench with dainty care. The Noivern splayed back along the bench, one leg set on its back and creaking it for her draconic size and weight. Autumn crouched softly, bringing her knees to her chin to watch in fascination and excitement as Mama laid back and began to breathe in a familiar rhythm…

“Autumn…”

“You don’t have time to say anything else, Mama…”

Indeed, the sharp and painful crushing contraction came in a moment. She had the wind knocked from her lungs, and it was so difficult to get it back with how hard everything was… squeezing…!

She curled suddenly and PUSHED!

The clouds overhead swirled and the sun darkened. Rain was coming, it seemed… In here, they seemed safe…

But things were not always as they seemed…

Inside her, the painfully large Noibat began to descend… To press upon her pelvis like it was trying to separate her hips, snap her spine, and tear her body in two…

Her monstrously huge child wriggled and she couldn’t help but moan as her organs were pummelled by the kicks that followed. She gripped her face firmly and panted after the push ended, going limp…

“...not much progress, Mother…”

Autumn’s voice was cutesy, almost mocking. Perhaps she was just in awe of what she was seeing, or maybe the devilish cat simply took too much pride and pleasure in the suffering she caused…

“I… I will have to push harder then…!”

Harder and harder, until her body gave out. She knew it, she had to… She could not have avoided the delicious scents coming from the kitchen until now, could she have?

Was she truly that innocent…? Was Autumn so eager because she had been looking for the perfect opportunity…

What a precious thing, to snuff out a light so bright…! And once her candle guttered… When her recipe was shown to work as she saw… Then…

Oh… Then the nest of clucking pests would be eliminated for good…

“Push… Mama… You don’t want to pass away, do you?”

Lavender stretched her body stiff and snapped her wings out, shrieking at the implication. She clutched her belly and tears sprung to her eyes, dribbled down her face. So much pressure… So much pain…!

“I’m… Trying, I…”

She curled, and pushed, wheezing her breath desperately as she did… Shoving and screaming into her own fuzzy chest… Claws raking the bench below her… As rain began to patter down all about…

Autumn stared up at the belly above her, watching it get lower with each push… Just a little progress each time… As the rain came down harder around them, faster and more terrible alongside the growing storm, the catty demon couldn’t wipe her smirk off her face at seeing the Lady of the house doing what any mama should be doing… Pushing her children into the world…

And yet, as the moments wore on… As Autumn expected any moment for her formula to be a success… Lavender kept pushing!

Autumn was a bit astonished. She stepped back upon realizing the female was actually doing it… The babies were descending into her passage… Bulging her entrance… Crowning, just a bit…!

Healthy, huge Noibats for how hard they struggled…

“You… You might actually…”

And then thunder rumbled in the distance, as lightning briefly lit the sky…

The shadows under the gazebo’s ornate, obsidian awning deepened even further…

In them, the faint outline… Pale skin separated from shadowed garb and a horrid, bewitching grin of jagged teeth…

Autumn was rendered speechless for a moment… But she shouldn’t have been… She knew how much the Master favoured his dear Lady…

She placed her paws behind her back and merely watched with her crooked grin, as the Master knelt down and gently traced the back of his hand over her cheek… Dabbing a way a few tears…

Lavender breathed heavily as she stared up at him… Her eyes were huge… A little confused, a little terrified…

But her expression changed in a moment… Relaxing… Her eyelids drooping… As she looked down at her belly…

“To please you… My dear Master…!”

He traced his fingers down along her front… Over her belly, so daintily… His touch was electric, and left the phantom pain of burning flesh…

He got to her puss… Traced the lips… The shape of them, bulged from her efforts… So close, perhaps a bit longer…

He pressed firmly… His hand cupped her entrance… Blocking it, as his too-warm touch traced over her most intimate parts as if he was familiar with the ritual… Familiar with this whole body…

As if he knew what it would be like to have s cheek laid upon the soft furry ruff, and her swollen middle having its contours traced by his oh so delicate and talented hand...

“MASTER!!!”

She arched and howled, as the lightning crashed above. The devil had to put only the merest amount of pressure to block her progress at this point, whether on purpose or not…

“Push…”

She screamed and howled… Undignified to all but the Devils who heard it as the most melodic of refrains… The most delicate of birdsong…

Sweet suffering…

She trembled as she pushed as hard as she could… For as long as she could… But as good a mama as she was, even she couldn’t escape the fate the befalls all those who come under the thrall of evil…

She pushed until she slumped back… Panting… Tears in her eyes… Desperate…

“So… S-So close…”

Indeed… The Noibat was nearly out… Wriggling in her passage… Just barely left unborn, except…

She lifted her wings as her vision swam… As if reaching towards some salvation that wasn’t there…

Only the intense scrutiny of her Master’s wild gaze…

The symbol on her belly gained a ghostly glow… And then she relaxed and gave a heavy, ragged sigh…

As if her soul itself was leaving her…

“...Mama?”

Lavender had stopped moving…

Her chest thumped subtly… Weaker and weaker before it too stopped moving…

Her eyes faded from their gentle cosmic hue, to a dull and lifeless grey...

The Devil withdrew his fingers. He leaned down and gave a peck on his Lady’s cheek. Then he turned and walked away… Autumn stood there, listening to the rain… Staring at what she’d done…

She turned and rubbed the back of her head… Then sighed…

“...this better not take too long…”

Lavender’s corpse… Lurched…

The belly bulged… Frighteningly, it seemed to expand larger… Swelling outwards as if, somehow, she had become even more pregnant.

Her lips bulged wide again… Her baby shoved firmly against the exit to its prison… It squirmed harder, but it was clear it wasn’t climbing out itself…

Autumn crouched and held her paws out…

With a surge, the corpse’s belly compressed inwards hard, like someone had placed a board over it and pushed down... The baby spread her until she strained to her absolutely limit. Her legs moved as if someone had roughly gripped her thighs and yanked them spread, until she was at her widest in a painful, contorted pose... She couldn’t surpass this… not without…

CRICK…

Part of her skin split… Pelvis snapping in two violently and her hips finally separating wide enough to let the massive baby fall through and into Autumn’s arms…

“Oh by all unholy… Oof...”

She had to put effort to heft herself AND the baby up,  She sighed and hugged it tight as it began to whimper, activating the cat’s own maternal instincts...

The rain was stopping… The sun would be out soon…

“Not a good place for Shades, Mama…”

The Noivern corpse behind quivered… No part of the limp thing moved except for the belly… Which now clenched weakly…

A strangely shaped bulge moved along its surface, and down her ruined passage… Autumn shushed the huge Noibat in her arm, thankfully not too large for her to handle… barely… but she calmed them so she could watch with eager fascination…

She wanted to see, after all… A rare treat to see the Mother of the house birth… after she had already broken!

Her hips were dragged forward in lurches… Her baby thumping against a barely cohesive barrier and knocking her around with little resistance but the great bat’s weight… A heavy, limp rag doll with a very big baby inside, pushing against her to get out… Autumn stepped back by instinct, since it appeared to her like all the world like some invisible creature was propping her up. Her sagging, still half swollen belly gurgled as something inside squirmed heavily…

Good thing it couldn’t suffocate…

The bulge moved lower… Then the torn, but elastic flesh settled back into place…

The hips rolled forward… Then fell back… A rhythm began, making progress that Autumn could measure in drops of blood squeezed from inside… The Noivern’s expression remained entirely dull… Frozen in a haggard painting of terrible suffering that should have ended… And yet her belly ‘contracted’… The ruined flesh and offal bunched. Something inside gave a tiny, muffled, desperate squeak…

The ruined lower lips peeled open once more in their final macabre display… More dark fluids dripped and hissed on the bench below, tendrils of smoke curling where they hit and invoking a distant shuddering howl heard from no-where…

Another… A twin! Autumn clapped her paws lightly, impressed…

...ssscccccchhlllllkkk…

Another pair of shoves… One to push the head against, and spread it just enough with more sickening cracking of bone and flesh… And then the second, and last…

The second Noibat landed with a wet splatter, and wriggled immediately in annoyance at being on a cold bench instead of a warm arm. Behind her, the lips stretched weakly open again, looking almost as if it was pried apart with thumbs for how the ruined things stretched messily...

“Oof…”

Lavender stood, wobbling on her feet for a moment before finding her balance… She shook herself off of the ichor clinging to her. She stood on the bench as nothing but a tiny, faint, and ghostly Noibat with a subtle curve to her cute tum… She looked dizzy… But then she turned and looked at the second newborn with familiar maternal worry, leaving no doubt who this strange little ghost was…

 The second baby wriggled next to her and whimpered, and she breathed a tiny sigh of relief that it, being just a bit smaller, had survived…

She fluttered up… Autumn smiled contently and picked up the other newborn, purring loud with one in each arm, (though the larger one was making her strain, just a bit...)

“It wasn’t meant to give you live children Mama, but… I think I know how to fix that. Good thing I tested it…”

“Oh my goodness, y-yes…” Lavender whimpered, her voice much more squeaky and her eyes darting about as she spoke… “I wouldn’t have wanted y-your recipe t-to go wrong, it’s the one you’ve bee-been planning for the harvest celebration this year…! And it was VERY good… Ah, I suppose the animals out here will get a good meal out of me though...”

As they began to walk back along the wet trail to the manor, Autumn’s crooked grin turned into a devilish sneer… Her eyes flared crimson, and then brighter… A dusky, dangerous orange, like fire…

“Those animals… Won’t be touching you, mama. They don’t deserve that. We are going to have Dragon meat for dinner tonight… And after that…?”

She looked over her shoulder, her stance playful but her eyes open fully… When she had this expression, even Lavender couldn’t help but be terrified…

“The Fall is coming… very soon...~!

The larder burst open and a Mismagius stumbled from it. Her eyes were narrow and she held her tassels under a middle that bulged like she was carrying an entire Rapidash…

Well, she WAS…

The other Pokemon begged to be freed from their bindings… They were strung up along the narrow and pitch black corridor, nearly all of them heavily pregnant… The ones that weren’t were merely beginning to show…

All of them had bits of them shaved off… Or cut off… The wounds sliced with precision and cauterized almost immediately by unfathomably intense heat…

Imagine what it was like to be a Leafeon… Strapped so tightly down that you could barely move… As one of your fellow Grass types stalks up to to extract a few more leaves with iron hotter than anything you’ve ever felt before… She grips your leg… Pulls it out to extend it…

Aims… Purrs...

The heavily gravid Leafeon howled in terror as the Mismagius pushed the door closed to smother the noise, and then slumped against the kitchen’s tile floor...

Her middle groaned ominously…

“...I’ll be punished for t-this… Twice as hard…”

She let out a sharp puff of air as her head thumped back against the pantry door, rattling it…

She draped her tassels nervously over her midsection as her foal gave another sharp kick, leaving yet another horseshoe bruise discolouring her front. She couldn’t stop the spurt of inky black ichor from her throat, tinged ever so slightly with a shade of blue…

The Master of the house would be angry she was wasting so much of her ghostly flesh’s precious ingredients by coughing them onto her own middle… To say nothing of Autumn…
She rolled and writhed a bit, but was pinned mostly under her middle. She pushed firmly again as tears began to streak down her face…

More wasted ingredients…

Her middle convulsed and she pushed as hard as she could, but she knew it would do nothing. That baby wasn’t due to come out for many more months, and the paper talismans stamped firmly over her entrance in an X shape would assure that…

She covered her mouth, trying not to let herself scream. With a Mismagius’s voice, she would alert the whole manor…

“Ah… Baby… Baby please…!”

A good pusher this one… She needed two talismans for a reason… And maybe a few hexes to keep her in line…? But even she had limits…

The baby knew she wouldn’t mind if they kept kicking…

...kept stomping on her organs as she twitched and moaned softly in pain… and coughed up more blood…

The ‘foal’ found a weak point and seemed to brace themselves. Horses were already independent from an early age, and this one had grown to evolution within its too-tiny and cramped container… Now it had decided it wanted out…

So it decided to simply come out.

It pushed its hooves in either direction… Splaying itself and forcing the ghost’s belly to be even larger, somehow, albeit deformed with tension… Her flesh began to discolour like rubber stretched too thin…

Her eyes rolled back… She begged the Master for mercy…

...grant me a few more months, Master… I can do it…!

SPLUT!!!



The Rapidash unfolded itself and stood, shaking the offal from its body and casually beginning to walk around to finally inspect its surroundings…

The discarded Ghost below let her chin hang… Her mouth open and drooling more of her sticky black life force… Her eyes fluttered and she just barely managed to look down at herself… To fathom her condition…

She gasped weakly… But the air had no where to go…

Her soft body went entirely limp, and the pale glow in her eyes faded entirely, leaving them a blank white under drooping lids…

Meanwhile...

Lavender, or as some cheekily called her devolved form; Lavvy, fluttered about and tried to get her bearings. Always so paranoid in this form. She’d lost her ghostly shape from strain more than once, and to climb back from whatever pit that was below her Shade form was…

...difficult.

So she entered the kitchen, looking for even more food as if she hadn’t learned the lesson Autumn always taught. She fluttered and looked confusedly at the Rapidash, then a little disdainfully down at the mess…

“What in the w-world…?” she muttered, as she lifted her finger and swayed it, beckoning...

Behind her, from the shadows, a Misdreavus poked their head through the wall, noticed the Mismagius, and grimaced…

“You rang… ma’am?”

Lavvy turned, her mind fluttering just as much as her little ghostly bat wings… Like a moth, instead of a mother~

“Yes… Good… I’m simply f-famished!”

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