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Obamon 2 - Meal 33

Obamon 2 - Meal 34
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Meal 33


Sitting atop a picnic blanket with a large picnic basket full of sandwiches and a pot of tea on a hotplate, Tagmer and Killajor were enjoying a nice afternoon tea break.  Killajor elegantly snacked on another of the triangle cut sandwiches, savoring the flavor while enjoying the aroma of the tea, his experience with Nocturne already long forgotten.  Tagmer poured himself a cup and with the greatest of care, picked up the fragile teacup and brought it to his lips, his pinkie finger extended, and he took a sip.

"I say, this tea is quite good," said Tagmer in a British accent.

"Hey!" laughed Killajor spitting crumbs then started to choke on his food.  Quickly he drank some teeth to clear his throat.  "Don't make me laugh when I'm eating."

"Sorry," apologized Tagmer.  "I'm just relieved that we get a chance to rest and eat.  Pretend fighting is just as hard to do as real fighting even when you are only using a small fraction of your overall power."

"Yeah, but we don't want to waste our strength on one another when we can wait for a more crucial point to jump in."

"I agree," chuckled Tagmer.

"Uh, was that funny?" asked Kill.

"Oh, no," he explained.  "I was watching that cat chase after something.  Kind of cute and funny if you ignore the fact he'll probably catch and kill it."

"Heheh, yeah," laughed Kill.  "Go get him kitty!"


"Aren't people supposed to root for the little guy?" cried Drag as he ran for his life.  Yure's footsteps shook through ground behind Drag, his feet nearly stomping on him.  "Feels like he's been getting bigger and bigger.  No, I've just been getting smaller.  I shouldn't be surprised.  The poison flowing in my body has only been circulating through me with my heart racing like this."

"I wish I knew this was so much fun ages ago," declared Yure as he raced after Drag, his eyes locked on him with razor sharp focus.  "But I almost got you and I can't wait for the part after.  You know... when I eat you!"

"Eep!" squeaked Drag running frantically.  In his haste, he tripped and tumbled forward, landing on his back and caught sight of Yure's underpaw coming down on him.  Quickly, Drag rolled away to avoid getting crushed and darted off in another direction.

"Awe you sound so cute at this size, Squeakie," taunted Yure.  "Keep it up, all the squeaks and the frivolous running.  I want to enjoy this as long possible."

"I am not a mouse!" cried Drag as he hid in a tiny crevice to catch his breath.  "But I'm as helpless as one now.  If I could use my magic to cure myself then I could fight back, but all this running is making it hard to recover."  Rubbing his gut, he moaned as he felt it gurgle and groan.  "And I'm starving.  I won't last much longer on an empty stomach.  "His nose started to twitch and he picked up a mouthwatering scent in the air.  "There's food nearby.  If I can get to it then I might have a chance."

"Hey, Squeakie!" called Yure.  "Come out and play some more."  The small, blue cat tossed aside the stones keeping Drag safe from Yure.  "Or at you all tuckered out and think you can hide from me?"

"I am no mouse!" snapped Drag fiercely, though his growling stomach sounded more vicious than his high-pitched shouting.

"I don't know what you're saying, but sounds like you got a bit of fight left in you," giggled Yure as he tossed aside the last rocks hiding Drag.  "But too late for that!"

Yure pounced at Drag and stuffing him into his maw with quick reflexes and didn't hesitate to swallow, but he felt a tug on his whiskers.  Looking down he saw they was in his mouth.  Drag had managed to grab hold of them before being eaten and was frantically climbing out of Yure's throat, triggering Yure's gag reflex in the process and forcing Yure to cough him up.

"That was close," gagged Drag feeling gross and slimy.  "And disgusting, but I can't complain now."  Turning to Yure, he saw he was still distracted from hacking and coughing.  "This is my chance.  I have to get to that food before Yure makes food out of me."

"Squeakie!" growled Yure.  "That wasn't nice.  You won't get away again!"  Spotting Drag running off again, he resumed his chase.


Jokull drew a card from his deck as he charge Sundae to save Glenn from a fate of melting.  "Turn my friend back this instant!"

"Uh, does the villain give in to demands when they are shouted at?" asked Sundae to Glenn.

"Um, no," he answered honestly.

"Never!" taunted Sundae.  "As a villain I have no reason to give in to your demands."

"No, wait," cried Glenn.  "I mean yes.  You should turn me back to normal."

"Oh, well in that case I will," he answered.  "Or that is what I'd say if I knew how to do that.  I suppose defeating me might undo it if that makes any sense, but I was just baked a short while ago so how would I know?"

"Not the answer I was hoping for," admitted Glenn as he watched his body continue to melt.  "I won't very long at this rate."

"Just trust me," announced Jokull.  "I will save you."

"And I will thwart you as any villain would," retorted Sundae.

Activating a card as he grabbed at the ice cream scoop holding Glenn, Sundae pulled it away and countered Jokull with the other, scooping him up in the process.  Trapped in the scoop, it's magic took effect, transforming him into ice cream too.

"Hey that was easy," admitted Sundae.  "I win!"

"Uh, ready for someone to show up and save us now," called Glenn looking around nervously.  "Anyone?  Time for your dramatic entrance!"

"Hmm, nobody seems to be coming," said Sundae after looking and waiting. "Guess that means I win and I get to eat the two of you."  Bringing the ball of ice cream to Jokull he gave it a big, satisfying lick.

"Oh, god, he's going to eat us," cried Glenn.

"Weird, this dragon guy tastes like wood," commented Sundae spitting him out.  "Gross, I prefer my yummy Moogle sherbet."  Swapping the two ice cream scoops he went to lick Glenn, but only slurped air.  "Huh?  Where did he go?"

"Ow!  Ow!  OW!" cried Glenn.  "Feels like you're on fire!"

"Sorry," apologized Jokull, putting as much distance from them and Sundae as he could before he was found out.  "I didn't have time to come up with anything too complex, but I at least got an idea for how to keep you from melting."

"Hey!" shouted Sundae, spotting them.  "How did you do that thing that you did?  This should be the unnecessary exposition for after you do something unexpected like that."

"This should be explanation enough," answered Jokull, tossing Sundae a card.  Looking at it, it was a log of wood with the words "You've Been Logged!" on it.

"Nice," chuckled Glenn.  "Now, please save me.  I can't even make out my fingers anymore I'm melting so much."

"Time to try this out," replied Jokull holding up a card.  "I summon Moogtron XF-23B Super Suit!"

"Hey!  Wait, what's going on?" asked Glenn as he felt strange robotic equipment cover over his body and encase him in a suit of battle armor.  "Oh, this is neat, but, uh, how is this going to prevent me from melting?"

"Turn on the AC," explained Jokull.

"Oh," replied Glenn, hitting the button and relishing the cool air.  "Much better."

"Just so you know," added Jokull.  "I'll have to focus to keep the card active so you won't lose the suit.  In the meantime, you're going to have to defeat Sundae.  Think you can do that?"

"Not a problem," replied Glenn pounding his fists together.

"Did I mention I can do this now?" asked Sundae as he suddenly started controlling Glenn's plant powers.  Just a little benefit from eating some of you earlier."

"That might make things more difficult," gulped Glenn.

"What happened?" moaned Wolfcub awakening and looking around. "I'm still alive?"  Rubbing her back she pressed her hand where a bullet wound should have been but there was nothing, not even sign of a scar.  "I couldn't have just dreamed all that.  I was shot, but someone must have saved me."  Getting to her feet, she nearly fell back down quickly becoming dizzy.  "Ugh, I'm definitely far from okay.  Huh?  Looks like someone wrote a message in the ground for me."


Dear Wolfcub,
This is Thomas.  I found you unconscious in a pool of blood and used my magic to help remove the bullet and heal you.  Unfortunately, there was not much I could do about your blood loss and as a result you'll probably be light-headed for a while.  If I could have, I would have stayed with you until I was certain you could fend for yourself, but I had matters to contend with.  Just try and take it easy and avoid anything too strenuous.  Well, I better be off so take care.
Thomas
P.S. Nice rack.
P.P.S. Why did I write that?  Well at least I didn't mention that I squeezed them.
P.P.P.S Damn this mental writing!

"Sounds like I should be grateful to Thomas, I think," commented Wolfcub as adjusted her breasts in her bra.  "And I do have a nice pair."

"Not as nice as mine," argued a voice alerting Wolfcub to her.  Turning to look she spotted Krystal, though she was different than before, no longer the endless blob, but a lithe, muscular amazoness in a cowhide bikini, a spear in her hand and a rack capable to her head in size.  "When it comes to cleavage power, mine are in a league of their own."

"What happened to you?" cried Wolfcub.  "Krystal, you are so muscular and not fat."

"I gave it all to Obamon and she granted me unbelievable power in return," she answered.  "I willingly allowed her to devour me all so I could meet him again and I will do whatever I need to, to find him and that includes defeating my friends."

"If that is your answer," moaned Wolfcub drawing her blade.  "Then I assume you will fight against anyone of our friends and I won't allow that."

"You assume that, but don't forget that includes you," Krystal stated.  "But you seem rather exhausted from fighting already.  Come over here and drink from drink from my breasts."

"Uh, what?" asked Wolfcub confused.

"Suckle on my teet and the milk will help you to recover.  My milk is more potent than any magic not only recovering your wounds, but also nourishing and restoring vitality."

"And what reason do you have for helping me?" asked Wolfcub.

"Because I still have my pride as a healer," she explained.  "I refuse to hurt the injured so I'll have to help you recover first."

Cautiously approaching Krystal, she leaned over to Krystal's breast and started to nurse on her, the milk flowing out with ease, the taste smooth and creamy.  Drinking it down, it warmed Wolfcub's insides and filled her with energy.  The milk's fattening properties were not lost as it quickly plumped up Wolfcub, restoring her curvy figure that had been sweated out in her previous battle and then some.  Her boobs swelled out larger, nearly popping out of her top, but the elastic held strong.

"Thanks for the drink," gasped Wolfcub, after her lengthy drink.  "I feel infinitely better."

"Glad to hear that," replied Krystal.  "Now die!"  Wielding her spear she swung it around and electricity crackled from it.  "This is my spear, Gungnir.  Its power will sound your demise!"  Thrusting it at Wolfcub, Wolfcub stabbed the ground with her Diamond Dust and sprang up a wall of ice to defend her.

"First a weapon of fire and now lightening," said Wolfcub.  "I don't have time to spend on fighting.  I have to tell everyone what I know about these Foods of the Gods."

"You won't tell anyone anything," replied Krystal thrusting her spear at the ice again and shattering it.  "Ever again!"


"So this is what it feels like to cast spells with next to no magic," groaned Snow, his heart racing in desperation to circulate his blood and refill it with magic.  His stomach roared angrily and his stomach ached greatly.  "Feels like my stomach is trying to eat itself I'm so hungry."

"Snow!  Watch out!" cried Zane leaping and carrying off just before Dillon's hand slammed into the ground and scooped up a massive chunk of dirt and rock.

"Uh, what happened?" moaned Snow in a daze.

"You have to get out of here while you can even still move," snapped Zane.  "You are didn't have the strength to fight Dillon before and you haven't even been able to scratch him.  Your heart will give out if you keep trying to use magic."

"I can't stop yet," answered Snow.  "Not while I have one last attack in me."

"Oh, why do you have to be so stubborn?" asked Zane.

"You'd be the same way," wheezed Snow.  "The same with all our friends.  We're all far too stupid and stubborn to run away from a fight, especially when we'd be leaving our friends behind in the process.  Stupid likes company, you know that."

"Sad, but true," sighed Zane.

Looking through the rubble in his hand, Dillon searched for a speck that looked like Zane or Snow, but frowned when his search proved fruitless.  "Oh, I missed them again," he grumbled and dropped the rocks and dirt down right over where Zane and Snow were.

"He'll kill us without even realizing it at this rate," commented Zane as he held Snow up in one hand and charged his aura in the other.  Then taking aim with his paw in the air he launched one aura sphere after another at the large rocks, blasting them into harmless dust one after another.  He breathed heavily, feeling his own limit nearing.  "If I just had my full strength back, we wouldn't be in this mess."  Suddenly, a huge rock appeared through the dust cloud overhead, catching Zane off guard.  "Crap!  I won't build up enough power in time to stop that one!"

Looking up at his doom, it suddenly shattered to pieces that plummeted away from them.  Zane turned to see Snow attacked with the little magic he had left.  "I told you I wouldn't stop until I gave my last attack.  That was it."  Snow's hand dropped to his side and his body became completely limp and motionless.

"Snow!  No!" cried Zane.

"There you two are," stated Dillon seeing their attacks on the rocks.  "I got you this time."  Slamming his hand back on the ground, Zane stared up at it angrily.

"Running and defending is just a waste," he spoke, his body trembling.  "If we're not attacking we'll not get anywhere with him."  Zane's blue aura quivered and pulsed, turning red as it stabilized once again.  "Even if my offensive is pointless anyway I'd rather go down attacking with all my might!"  Lifting his hand high once more, Zane shot a ray of aura upwards at the sky and into Dillon's palm piercing through to the back of his hand.  In response to the pain, Dillon pulled his hand back and howled in agony.  "I actually hurt him."

"Ow!  How'd a tiny gnat hurt great big me?" growled Dillon.  "He'll pay for this!"  Carefully placing Snow on the ground, Zane dashed as far away as possible as Dillon watched the tiny, blue speck with great focus.  Making a fist, Dillon thrust his fist at the ground.

"Need to build up my aura again," thought Zane frantically trying to power up.  His aura glowed brightly, but then flickered and faded.  "No!  Not now!"  In a panic, Zane tried to move, but his muscles were frozen.  He couldn't even look away as Dillon's fist came down and smashed him.  His body broken and crippled in an instant, Zane wailed in agony as his body toppled on the ground.

"Da'gya!" derped Dillon.  "I finally got you."  Delicately, he plucked Zane off the ground and held him between his thumb and index finger.  He held him gently, but to Zane, body already in agony it was crushingly painful.  He cried in pain as blood oozed out his mouth, ears, and nose.  But slowly the pain grew numb and Zane's mind became blurry and his sight grew dark.  "Is this really it?" he thought as a feeling of drowning came over him and then silent, suffocating darkness enveloped him.  Then a faint light appeared that he drifted down towards.  "The light at the end of the tunnel?  Heh, is this real or just my imagination?"

"Of course you're imagining this," giggled Krystal appearing in the light.  "It is much too soon for you to fade away.  We haven't even gotten the chance to see one another again."

"Krystal," cried Zane.  "What can I do?  My body is broken and I'm still not strong enough to win."

"Has terrible odds ever stopped you before?" asked Krystal.  "The way I see it, you've just been toying with him for fun.  Now's the time to power up and beat him with ease."

"You make it sound so easy," he sighed.  "I thought my power went dormant to grow stronger, but if it doesn't get ready soon then it will all be for nothing."

"That would be a tragedy to die before you could use it," agreed Krystal rubbing her chin.

"Then when will my power awaken?" asked Zane.  Suddenly, his body started to glow brightly.

"Looks like it is ready now," answered Krystal, hugging Zane against her body and giving him a kiss.  "Now show them all why you are the strongest my love."

Krystal faded away, leaving Zane alone in the dark, a tiny speck of light.  "I will," called out Zane clenching his fists and letting his aura explode.  He didn't even need to focus to build it up; it overflowed out his body, his tiny light quickly vanquishing the darkness.  "I will!!!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Obamon 2 - Meal 31
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