NaChaWriMo day 4 - Scottie (Patreon)

It was a brilliant night, as it always was in the Outlands. The air was filled with a strange, mystical aura that Scottie the fox spent years pondering and studying, trying to make sense of a world so far away from anything recognisable or familiar.

Scottie lived with a strange, black-skinned creature in a castle on a mountain in the “centre” of the Outlands. From that high up, you can see on forever in all directions, but the most prominent (and closest) eye-catcher from the mountain is The City, which spreads out for thousands of miles across the plains of the Outlands. Tall towers and shimmering lights connect the manmade buildings, impossible architecture and streets that curve in strange patterns, and alleyways that loop back on themselves, even the people in the city itself seem to never be “normal,” but no matter how strange the world Scottie lived in was…

It was his home, and he loved every bit of it.

Scottie was taking some time to do some late-night shopping. As strange as most of the buildings and shops were in this alien city, Scottie knew many of the stores sold surprisingly normal groceries, which was perfect for if he was craving something simple to eat.

He was about to call for a ride home when his eye caught a glow in a dark alleyway he passed. A blue and purple glow of a vending machine sat against a gloomy, dirty wall on the side of a building.

The Outlands, Scottie knew, acted on a law that if something can go lewd, it will go lewd, so Scottie should have known that a strange vending machine in the middle of an alleyway like this could only spell trouble, but the glow of the machine attracted him anyway. It was a drinks vending machine, which made Scottie’s tail swish lightly. His mouth was a little dry, and he didn’t think about picking something up at the store he was just at. Perhaps something small will do…

Putting in his money, he chose a random soda. A purple grape one with a happy-looking shark on it. The large toothy smile of the shark reminded him of Chaos, making his tail swish a little more when he heard the soda falling through the machine and down to the hole at the bottom.

Buh-thunk!

Scottie’s tail twitched in slight surprise to see what came down. Instead of the usual small bottle that any vending machine would dispense, the machine gave Scottie a full 2L bottle of purple shark soda, catching the fox by surprise. With a heave, Scottie pulled the bottle out of the slot, the purple fluid inside sloshing around. The fact that a vending machine like this would give out huge bottles like this…

The cartoonish shark on the front gleamed its smile at Scottie, as if luring him into taking a sip. His sensitive nose could pick up the scent of what smelled like sugary grape, which gave him a weird sense of childlike nostalgia. He glanced his eyes towards the main street, before uncapping the soda. He still has some time before his ride home would arrive, so it wouldn’t be too much trouble to take a sip.

The purple soda sloshed into his muzzle, pouring down his throat and into his stomach. Immediately, Scottie was overwhelmed at how sugary the soda was, as if packed with sweeteners. This sweet taste only caused his heart rate to increase as he swallowed down another gulp-full. It tasted incredible, every time he took another gulp, his body jittered with a weird feeling of excitement.

Gulp gulp gulp…

Scottie could feel his belly swelling outwards, the bubbly feeling making his head woozy and dizzy. Seconds later, Scottie was met with a completely empty 2L bottle of the soda. His tail swished in a dizzy manner as his body tried to digest the strange soda, which felt like it was sloshing all around the inside of his body. Bubbles brewed inside him, bloating him further and further out as he let out a long burp, causing a few purple bubbles to fly out of his mouth.

But his belly kept growing. He let out a strained groan as he held his belly with his…fins?

Scottie let out a yip of surprise as he saw that his hands had completely been transformed into purple, inflated nubs, made out of the same material as pool toys. His whole body fell forwards as his feet melded together into a single, tightly inflated fin. His eyes became a solid black and red, and his mouth curved into a toothy grin. His head bubbled with a mischievous confidence and a quickly building excitement as he also felt his cock become inflated beneath him, rubbing against his own white sharky underside. The sounds of strained balloons filled his ears as he continued to inflate into a large purple shark pool toy, his cock squirting and gushing with purple cum beneath him as he wriggled and bounced in place. The final portion of the transformation came as a purple plastic muzzle wrapped around his face, and a plastic seat appeared above him so he could be ridden.

The bubbly sensation bounced back and forth on every inch of his tight skin, as if he was waiting for something, someone, anything. His cock throbbed and gushed some more just from his sheer, unexplained excitement!

Meanwhile, right outside the alleyway, a very large yellow avian arrived at the transport stop,

“Carriage for Scottie, to the Anchor dorms?” the avian spoke, looking around for his passenger. The moment Reefslider Scottie spotted his target, he wheezed with excitement and took off for his target. His rubbery shaft left a trail of carbonated purple soda cum behind him as he slid across the ground towards the transport avian,

“I’m heeere!!!” he shouted, bouncing up into the air, feeling his body immediately begin to fill with gallons upon gallons of soda! In seconds, he felt his body growing tighter and tighter, unable to move, seconds away from…!

The transport avian squawked in surprise and didn’t have any time to react before the body shuttering explosion of purple soda which coated everything in a ten-meter radius around Scottie as he exploded. Rubber pieces of reef shark fluttered down as the shockwave of the explosion ripped through the city.

Eventually, laying in the pile of inflatable shark pieces and soda was a naked, dizzy Scottie, back in his fox form, totally spent and panting. The avian, ruffling their feathers of the soda-splosion, picked up Scottie by the back of his neck with his beak and placed him in the carriage on its back,

“Let’s get you home, before you explode again,”