In Delphox Delilah's class, students learn to use magical spells in present day and historical applications. Owen and Karla, a budding Vaporeon and Nidoqueen couple, quickly learn that skipping ahead a few chapters isn't always a good way to get ahead when one such spell is used by accident.

This is an illustrated series of pictures to serve as a preface for, and accompany, the collab story "Afterhours Absorption" I wrote with !

Art by eos9!

Original Story

FIRST , PREVIOUS, -

“Assuming direct control!” Karla returned in a fake robotic voice. “Neural functions overtaken!”

“Oh come the hell on… you can do this too?” The Vaporeon’s deepening tones fell into a series of moans and mumbles, unable to resist fully the will of his Nidoqueenly navigator. “Hey hey hey watch it!” Owen urfed as his generous hips bumped a layer of sheetwall off the awfully narrow hallway leading back to their bedroom. He tossed his head back and groaned when his shoulders lifted up into another shrug all while his taut gut scraped against the sides of the corridor. “Where are you even taking me?”

The Nidoqueen’s thick club of a tail churned up clouds of sand as she waded into the ankle deep imagined ocean. “Oh you’ll see…” Karla demurred. Eagerly advancing onward, the reptile kept her gaze tilted upward towards. Her view of the world through Owen’s eyes grew clearer and more defined with every step forward. She paid little heed to the waves lapping at her waist while she ventured into the ever deeper waters of his conscious and subconscious mind. “Just a pivot here and pirouette there, we can probably fix that later, and here we are!” Hands placed proudly upon her hips, Karla was absolutely aglow at guiding her gargantuan guy before their bedroom mirror.

Owen looked on at slab of glass, noting it bore an unfamiliar image: A starkly massive blue shape decorated with watery spines and scaly skin, whose legs chafed together at the thighs, whose paws alone could fill dinner plates, and whose tail rivaled the girth of a Seviper’s whole body. This was him now--it took him a moment to realize it in full. Well, obviously not just him… it was him and Karla in equal parts. Karla’s consciousness--and what remained of her true form--existed only in the depths of his own mind, her essence and his fused almost utterly. “I… Karla!” he grumped as he tried to stamp a three toed foot against the floor. “I’m more Nido than Vap at this point! A… shiny one at that?” Lips curled down, he tried to take in the baby blue colored scales that now coated his Nidokingly visage.

“Sure looks like it,” Karla’s voice agreed sultrily. “I’d be hard pressed to say you look like anyone in the Eevee family anymore!” Owen felt invisible eyes pry at his form in the mirror, bidding his arms and hips sway and move to show off his generous, mountainous curves, the apex of his thick tummy, the centerpiece of it all--and most especially his voluptuous behind. The twin peaks stressed and strained at what few fibers held completely together to cover up his shapely tush, eliciting a nervous groan from Owen.

Biting into his lip, pointed teeth jutting up from his lower jaw, the ever nido-lier NidoVap urfed as a pointed pressure pressed down upon his skull. Eyes settling upon his reflection, Owen hmmphed at the petite bump of blue scaled flesh jutting up atop his forehead. “Karla this… anything I say at this point is just going to encourage isn’t it?”

“Mmhmmm,” she nonchalantly hmmed back as she struggled against the swelling surf. Deeper and deeper she waded into the sea of his subconscious to be swallowed up whole.

“I’m literally becoming a Nidoking. I mean… I guess this is preferable to Nidoqueen but still--this is so strange, but… I really can’t say I’ve ever been closer to you than I am now.” He coughed. “Literally, even.” Clenching his eyes, he could feel his grunts crater in octave as the negligible protrusion atop his scaly skull swelled in size to a pronounced and pointed horn.

“We don’t have to do this all now,” Karla offered gently. The waters rippled and lapped against her calves, then her thighs, as she strode deeper still. “We--

“We have all weekend,” Owen found himself muttering. Silence reigned for all of a few moments before he picked himself back up. “We… can… you know, afford some time to just do whatever, right?” He forced a swallow. He was practically talking to himself, it seemed. “And if we decide not to then… then nothing wrong with trying it again later. We know how to return to normal. Probably. Professor Delilah will, at least.”

Karla found herself nodding, a motion that could be felt so faintly in the nape of Owen’s neck. “And even so…” She had since submerged nearly waist-level in the waters of Owen’s subconscious. The Nidoqueen could feel her thoughts growing heavy along with her svelte scaly body. “Who’s to say we need to stop if we don’t want to?”