Gabby, The Trim Reaper (Patreon)

Update: story has been added, big thanks to Daruak for the punch up.

The final boss appears, Gabby the Trim Reaper! Gabby belongs to DocBatsWasTaken 

Story:

At last, the month-long journey to Shade Hollow neared its end. As the wagon crested a final rise, Sarrissa awoke from her nap and sat up just in time to see the academy itself -  all alight with splendorous magics, in the forest ahead!

Yet, something was wrong. Though the academy itself looked marvelous, the forest was strewn with glowing pink threads. They were so dense and so tangled that they formed a barrier, blocking the road ahead. Sarrissa's initial response to this final obstruction was irritation...or at least it was, until Mirabelle suddenly gasped in horror and pointed into the trees overhead. The merchant and Sarrissa stared up in shock at where the mare-maiden had pointed.

There, strewn from the canopy overhead, were dozens upon dozens of body-shaped pink cocoons. One of them shuddered as they watched.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little string-cutter herself! Or should I call you a fiber eater, you little pest?" A mocking voice called from beyond the thread barrier ahead, and Sarrissa's head snapped down to face the offending tone. A feminine figure hovered over the academy gates - a massively endowed one. As the tiefling watched, the unknown woman floated forwards weightlessly, her pendulous breasts still somehow managing to wobble against one another even in flight. Her other curves were certainly impressive, but her bust was ludicrous.

"Oh, but where are my manners?" The woman cooed, her tone still superior, still arrogant. "I am Gabby theTrim Reaper, and the new owner of the Shade Hollow Academy. Or at least, I presume I am. It's not as if anyone is objecting, anymore! Hahaha!"

Several of the cocoons writhed at that, but Gabby paid them no mind. She flicked her fingers and a skein of pink thread erupted from within her sleeves, forming into a massive, gleaming golden sewing-scythe. "I really must admit that despite all the thralls you've cost me, you really have become quite the specimen. Gorging yourself on MY hard work has certainly filled you out, hm? How did you do that, you little witch? NO one should be immune to the power of my costumes."

Gabby's eyes raked down across Sarrissa's luscious, burgeoning body, lingering on her thick, muscular thighs, powerfully toned belly, and enviably bust. She smirked at that last, still confident her own breasts were superior. "Perhaps you're just a little stronger-willed than most. A tougher thread should-"

"Now wait just a gosh dang second, missy!" The merchant suddenly yelled, cutting off the villainess mid-sentence. He hopped up dramatically to stand atop his wagon beside Sarrissa, as if to somehow overcome both his own diminutive height and the fact Gabby was flying a solid ten feet in the air. "You told me those costumes weren't made to mind control, possess, coerce, or otherwise manipulate their wearers! Now you look me in the eye, and tell me the truth!"

Gabby blinked at him, genuinely surprised by his sudden outburst. Then, with a rockslide's worth of heaving breast, she shrugged. "I lied."

The merchant jerked back, clutching his chest in horror. "WHA...you...you used my commerce...for EEEEVVVVIILLL?"

Sarrissa, Mirabelle, and even Gabby all stared at the tiny stricken man in silence. For a moment, the universe seemed to hold still - as if it needed a second to slap a hand to its galaxy-sized forehead, and groan.

"You just figured that out?" Gabby raised an eyebrow at him. "Like...just now? It took you that long?" 

"REALLY?"

“Oh, ohhh...HAHAAHAHAAAHAAA!” Gabby's breasts jiggled as a horrible, malicious laugh wormed its way up her throat. "I cannot believe I was even remotely worried about you three! It must have just been a fluke that you made it this far. Really! And here I was, thinking you were so much more! Ha! Well, then...it is far past time that I snip this errant thread of fate, hm?"

Gabby grinned, her eyes glinting with a malicious pink light, as she raised her scythe up - outlining the Hallowmoon within its crescent blade.

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What will Sarrissa take from this Pink Tailor of despair?

Choices;

• I want your HAT! - Gain a tailored Hat, along with Fitness and Fruitfulness morph.
• The Scyth! - Gain the Trim Reaper’s scythe, along with Muscle and Thickness morph.

Poll will be open for about 3 days. Each vote for will net Sarrissa 5 morph, so even if your choice doesnt win, your morph still goes to the stats you votes for.