Chapter 39: 34. Seasons cycle

Progress was slow at first, scoops are not exceptionally useful weapons after all, but Galatian began to move like a mantis and strike with his wrists. He had to adopt this style because as weak as he was he could only gather moisture from the air with such a movement. The beasts inside the cave were largely mammalian rodent types, possums and raccoons that fed off magical ore enhanced mushrooms and insects in the cave system that were drawn in as the cave system was also temperate all year round.

 

Galatian had attempted to undo his scoop of ice which instantly burst into a pure white sea of fog. He smirked and was quick to begin using one hand to keep up the barrier of fog while bashing or eviscerating with the other. His blue hue pouring down his hair and fingernails as he continued to rip through the mines. Hoglah accompanying him on a palanquin held up by some of the more advanced Moblins, her behavior was completely at odds with all his prior impressions of her.

 

She wore an ebullient smile and screamed boisterous and constant cheers of praise. Galatan felt embarrassed, but also a little prideful. The good times lasted until he hit a wall. Literally. One of the Moblins named Ebbe who held up Hoglah’s palanquin began to mock Galatian. “Seems this is as far as an ice power can go, me and the others will get pickaxes and-” A loud thonk echoed through the cave as Hoglah held a disintegrating stalactite she had used as a cudgel, it had left a cartoonish bump on the offending Moblin’s head that was already visibly healing. Hoglah gave the shocked Moblin a withering glance before softening her eyes and giving him a kiss on the bump just before it vanished. “Silly boy Ebbe, adversity causes growth. I would never steal the burden from any of you, but you know I’ll always support you. Now let’s watch, I never miss the moment one of the kids I coach wows the judges.”

Galatian simply ignored the spectacle. He’d had something of an idea, when he expelled his ice he noticed it was quite explosive even though it didn’t seem to affect him. First taking a scoop of loose rock out between two boulders and then wedging his other scoop into the hole before snapping it off. He walked away before retracting his magic from it, the magic that held the scoop together was actually an absence of heat, allowing the heat to return slowly caused the smoke screen so instead he tried pulling it back very quickly. The result was explosive and while the boulder wasn’t damaged much by the explosion it was made much more brittle and weak.

 

Galatian called over his shoulder to the Empress and said ”I got a skill from doing that called thermactic explosion, I kinda want to play with it a little, are you okay with that?” Hoglah heard the control freak aspects of her personality launch into utter insanity before they were crushed under the weight of a pained smile and a cheerful shout of “No problem dear, have at it!” She was trying to heal herself anyway, rest was important. All of ten seconds had passed before Hoglah got distracted and excited. Most of the Moblins she had brought with her besides Galatian weren’t good at any kind of magical utility hence why she used them for her retinue to boost their confidence. The rest needed to be on guard against the unforeseen. Her favorite of the lot had been the enormous Faraday, he was considered a giant even as a human, he stood 205cm tall to begin with and 225cm after his transformation. He was a wood worker by trade and handled much of the Lankashire estate’s grounds keeping. She saw him playing with some of the cave’s mana rich fungi that was staining his hands and growing from his latent magic by just a hair, this caused her to be gripped by an idea. “Okay everyone, while Galatian plays a bit I’d like all of you to go and gather as much of this glowing fungus as you can, put some of these cloths over your face first though.” She correctly realized explaining spores to any of them besides Faraday was pointless and that Faraday had already guarded himself with a torn sleeve of his flannel shirt from when he was human. He was so large now as a Moblin he’d had to wear it like a crop top.

 

Faraday showed the other Moblins how to harvest the fungus without hurting it, which Hoglah felt somewhat guilty for as she considered her plans. She looked over at Galatian who was currently making scoop after scoop and fitting them into cracks in the rock and knew her time on this project was short, almost shorter than her budget for the project. Said budget was a person sized ball of glowing green mana rich fungus, impressive a sight as it was it was actually very low in the magical energy that could be extracted and Hoglah didn’t have much power to extract it with either. Hence, Hoglah had what she considered to be a “fun” idea. Don’t. Use the whole damn thing. “Ooooooh Faaaaraaaaaday.~, Come here my little dear.~” Hoglah batted her insanely long eyelashes and gave a smile that nearly cracked her thick pancake of face make up. “Stick your thumb in this pile of moss please.”

 

Faraday was smart enough to hide his horror and stick his thumbs in the moss ball without complaint. He needed to pour molten lead into the mask of his face to maintain the facade of a smile and hoped he wouldn't change too much.

 

He changed a lot.

 

Hoglah had used his thumbs specifically because magic binds well to common ideas, lightning and hammers, swords making you a king, stories that are run through the meat grinder of the mind. They change and grow adding and subtracting elements to meet the needs of the moment but always growing in significance to the collective subconscious. It was this aspect of magic Hoglah sought to take advantage of by giving Faraday a literal green thumb. What she didn’t know was that certain people can resonate so intensely with these aspects.

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Faraday was no longer an exceptionally dumpy looking if significantly tall Moblin. He was bristling with muscles, the epitome of strong fat. His enormous gut was loaded with definition. Even Hoglah found herself shocked by this Adonis of a Moblin to such an extent where she felt her folds moisten in excitement just to be around him. His dull black eyes were replaced by sharp amber ones. He had a Mohawk of autumnal leaves that descended as a mane down his back.

A single green oak leaf sprouted from the very tip of his curly tail. The hair of his body had been replaced with root fiber. His skin had taken on an appealing olive brown and had a healthy and attractive sheen. Most strikingly his thumbs and toes radiated green tattoos which snaked along his body before terminating symmetrically near the center of his chest. Along his back the glowing tattoos joined into his mane of leaves and disappeared.

 

“Oh…this is everything...I ever wanted…how nice.” He spoke as he observed his hands.

 

He spoke so slowly it was almost annoying, but the tranquility of his eyes gave him a mystique that had Hoglah’s transparent heart racing as a waterfall ran down her legs and Ebbe hiding his prematurely ejaculating boner in his tattered bard garb. Hoglah’s heart literally burst unable to keep up with her libido. She fiddled with her chest until she managed to regain control of her heart. She was greatly paled and looked up at her stunning new child and his absolutely enormous manhood, clearly she had tapped into some latent, potent, magical, mythic desires that had been stirred up aggressively. “Whoa, big boy, you are cute as hell. I barely used any magic and you…” before Hoglah could continue any further she collapsed again, Ebbe and the two other Moblin’s rushed forward to catch her, but it was Faraday who succeeded by extending a series of vines from his wrist to catch the fallen empress before depositing her on her palanquin. 

 

Faraday turns to his cowering and masturbating companions. Furtive, Zera and the previously mentioned Ebbe. Ebbe has a look of hatred in his eyes stemming from the feeling he is being left behind. Zera unrestrained lust in her eyes and Furtive an unquenchable shyness causing him to cower more than the others, not from shyness or lust but fear, he hates being seen. “It is…okay…I am still…me…just…more green.” As he helps them from the floor he chuckles. Slowly.

 

He meets the eyes of the three with a much more serious look and tries to shore up their flagging confidence. “The Empress…did almost nothing…I just had a…realization of what...I wanted to be.” He entwines the vines from his arm and uses them as a lever to over turn a nearby boulder. “I am not strong…yet, strength needs a story…experience…the vines on my arm are all…I have…for now.” Steam blows past him from Galatians direction at the tunnel blockage. Galatian puts his shoulder on Faraday’s shoulder and delvers a thumbs up before continuing his message. “Faraday is right, he-ohhh” He gives his firm muscles a clasp as his hand begins snaking down his mane along his back. “You just have to figure yourself out, she already juiced us so we can’t be sure, but I think we were already heading in these directions, she was just giving us a push. Or so I think anyway.” Galatian concludes with his hand having already passed down the back of Faraday’s underwear, his middle and ring finger already working Faraday’s butthole open as he moans with an erection so hard it pops the buttons open on his overalls.

 

Zera startles and screams, “WHERE IS FURTIVE!?”

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