Chapter 24: 24. Hollywood Weevil

My breasts undulated back and forth, swinging one way and then back in the other direction. Each slither furthering the process and sending a wave of rippling quakes through my belly. If my upper body were any shorter, I would have been blinded by my own boobs and lost in sea of Neverending jiggles. Free to wobble forward, but not much else. 

As much as my front jiggled and wobbled, my rear did twice as much with twice the force. Wagging and shaking to and fro, each cheek the size of a large hill, and occasionally clapping against one another. It made me loud and even harder to not notice than I already was. Like a statement yelled out at the world, declaring its challenge. 

Then I stopped. It was a sudden and abrupt halt. The kind that was too fast and set all the wrong things into motion. My boobs jumped at me, temporarily burying me in pillowy soft cleavage. It was a sea of me, soft and warm and too big, then it came crashing down on my belly. A loud, resounding smack that further ruined the already ruined quiet of the forest. 

I looked up, biting my lip, and saw the remains of the weevil tree. It was a blackened husk of its former self, a shadow. Its bark, once a golden brown, was darkened to the point of being near Grey. The flowers that had once been pure had all withered away, nothing left but their stalks. As for the weevils - which I thought were all dead - they were still kicking. At least they were, physically. 

In truth the weevils were dead, corpses made by starvation, and left to fade away in the wind. Yet, their bodies loved on as undead versions of themselves. They tended to the tree, trimming strange growths that were emerging out of it and defending it from any all invaders. A list that I was now on, again. 

Five of them, the five who moments ago had been tending to the tree, rushed at me. One of the five made a loud, irritating, clicking noise before joining its brethren. Their spears, Grey and thin, were no less sharp than they had been before. And were completely incapable of harming me. They bounced off my scales, and those that didn't couldn't drive their spears deep enough to cause me any harm. 

I attacked with my thorns. Long black vines reached out and impaled each one of the undead weevils, then lifted them up for me to eat. I stared at the corpse's corpses for a moment, pondering if eating them was a good idea. If doing so would get me poisoned or cursed. 

Ultimately I decided not to risk it and dropped their bodies, crushing them beneath me as I slithered forward. Not less than five seconds later another group of weevils charged me. This time two of them stopped to make that dreadful clicking noise, and before I could even finish them off more reinforcements arrived. 

Several of them stopped to make the clicking noise. 

I realized then, that they were probably calling for even more reinforcements, and made no attempt to stop them. If they all came to me it would make my job even easier. Like moths being drawn to a flame. 

With ease I killed the weevils, making sure to only do so after a few of them had stopped to click. Wave after wave fell as they continued to blindly charge in. I took further advantage of their reckless behavior and started testing my magic out on them. 

Essence gathered in clumps and turned to ice, after a bit of a struggle. Balls of fire flew out from my hand and exploded on my enemies, burning them up into ashes. Lightning thundered down from above, each strike splitting a few of the weevils in half. Every spell I cast was effective, strong, and worked exactly as they should have. Except it felt wrong to cast them, as if I had to fight my own essence to produce the results before me. It slowed me down and slightly weakened the spells as a result. 

Only after a few more minutes of casting spells did I realize that I should try and cast spells that were more in tune with my own essence. Which seemed obvious in hindsight. 

With a bit of concentrating, I threw my essence outward and into the ground. I focused on it, my attention unwavering even as a weevil climbed onto me and died to poison. Through my focus I manipulated it, making it bond with the earth and grow. Plants, covered in tiny thorns, emerged from beneath the weevils feet. They released poisonous spores and battered any of the nearby weevils with a surprising amount of force. 

Soon the weevils stopped attacking me and cut down my massive plants. It was in vain, however, as I immediately went to replace them. This time manipulating my essence differently when I threw it. Life was embedded into it, and when it started growing it took on a new shape. 

Using normal people as a basis, I created soldiers made out of vines and essence. They breathed poison and fought with weapon like appendages. Unfortunately they weren't very tough. It took three of them to take down just one of the average sized weevil. But, I could make an entire army of them startlingly quick, practically with just a wave of my hand. Even better was that I could alter them with nothing but my own will and some essence. 

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So as they fought the weevils, I made them grow. Some were turned to brutes and tanks. Others were made nimble and faster. And a few were given the ability to shoot poisonous thorns, making them long range combatants. It was a veritable army now, an army that breathed poison and was without end. I had too much excess essence for their numbers to thin. 

As soon as one fell, I created two more. Each new creation different from the last, their design improved.

This lasted for almost an entire day before the weevils stopped coming. By then I had, barely, managed to figure out how to give me creations the ability to passively absorb essence. It made them stronger over time, and the ones that lived long enough had mutated. 

As I studied my plant soldiers, however, the weevils returned. They were led by what I assumed to be a lich this time. The undead floated above the ground and held a magic staff in one hand. It glowed with an ominous purple energy.

I gave my army the command to attack. A mental wave that spread out and willed them to move. As one they charged, bulldozing through the lich's weevils. But as they neared him, he pointed his staff towards them and it released a wave of purple energy. It sliced through my army, cutting soldier after soldier in half. Again and again he struck out with his staff, effortlessly dealing with my army. 

Then I swung my tail down at him. The lich blinked out of existence right before it hit and popped up to the side of my tail. His staff shone with energy and most of the weevils suddenly got back up. 

An all out brawl erupted as my plant soldiers fought against the newly risen weevils, while I kept trying to hit the lich. Testing out new spells all the while, my insane amount of essence allowing me to do so recklessly as I fine tuned them mid battle. It caused me to lose my focus, and as soon as the pressure on him lessened the lich went on the attack. 

He sent a bolt of lightning at me. It screamed out of his hands and hit my scales, and it hurt. I suppressed the instinct to scream and instead focused on actually killing the lich. But right after his first lightning bolt came another from the sky. I reacted at the last second and lifted my petals around me. 

The lightning hit and left them unscathed. Still the lich kept up a constant barrage of spells being slung at me. Lightning shaped like dragons roared and slammed against me. Tendrils of flame wrapped around my defense of petals. Ice rained down on me from above. Through it all I was unaffected, safe inside the walls of my petals. 

For now, at least. I could feel my flowery walls weakening with every spell the lich threw at me. And when it seemed like my walls would shatter, I sprung out. Moving out of the way of a giant shard of ice with intricate detail carved into it. The ice hit my tail instead and I had to try not to scream, which I barely succeeded at. But I ignored it and pushed on. 

Vines erupted from beneath the lich and grabbed him. Again, he vanished, teleporting away before I could grab him. As he appeared again, I spun, swinging my tail in a massive circle; destroying both of our armies. 

Seconds of silence passed, and then the lich appeared behind me. I spun my upper body completely around, slamming my meaty orb of a belly into his husk like frame. The staff in his hand fell and rolled down to the ground. 

He didn't teleport after it. 

I took my chance and stabbed him with one of my thorns. "Killing" him. 

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