#faceplants. I wish I’d finished this on time amd also that it was longer and better becaure ur worth it babe but here we go

[maliwarm]

Dirigiboob

A belated birthday gift for Elfy!!

I know little of Jestera, since nothing aside from her powers and the fact she plays a more important role than she seems in Elfy’s setting (Devil’s Yakuza) has been mentioned. So this is probably not canon, no toes as all hell tbh. But I had a lot of fun playing around with how I imagine (some of) her powers may manifest!

De’ronja was going to be replaced with main man Kazuo initially for a completely different interaction, but this came far easier and was, well, more fun anyhow. :,)

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For all that the Demon World had been his home for millennia, De’ronja of the Daunting Sun never ceased to be amazed by the denizens that comprised it. There certainly were some oddballs amongst his fellow demons, be that in terms of their appearance, powers, or both. And whilst there was a need to be wary of those powers (djinn like himself, in particular, possessed the ability to create and destroy realities at their own whims), his fascination vastly outweighed his caution more often than not.

This hellspawn woman was one of those fascinating oddballs.

Her garb was, in a word, poofy. A mix of bright and monochromatic tones, it was reminiscent of something from some bygone Western era. All its frills and patterning seemed to add stock to this and even, dare he say it, added a distant element of royalty to her?

Dark face paint made the milkiness of a (presumably, though that could very well be wrong) unseeing eye pop out more, whilst adding a sense of eeriness and mystery to her. A set of long, spindly, claws tapped at her chin faintly as she made a meandering approach towards him. Her other, darker eye roamed up and down his body in assessment. It was difficult to determine what she might be thinking. That said, he couldn’t detect any sort of malice, and her smile - featuring a prominent toothy underbite - was mild, so De’ronja figured she was merely as curious as he himself, rather than intent on causing harm. Furthermore there was an odd swagger to her steps, every one exaggerated to the point of goofiness, rather than purposeful and aggressive strides. It seemed as though she were intentionally making as much noise as possible, the star shaped trinkets hanging off the pointed tips of her toes jingling merrily. Though the silliness of her movements certainly didn’t detract from an ample set of assets.

Her hips rolled playfully with every step, pale flesh winking cheekily through the sizeable cuts in her suit. And the bountiful swell of her breasts continued to swell. And swell. And swell before his eyes, until there were a pair of veritable beach balls jutting from her body. De’ronja was honestly more impressed her outfit didn’t malfunction and nip slip than with the sheer size she’d expanded them. Then again, demon-made clothing was durable as hell, made to accomodate all sorts of manifestations of power.

A softly uttered “hup!” as she hopped into the air on one foot, accompanied by the pleasant jingle of all the trinkets adorning her person from headpiece to shoetips, and then she was floating higher and higher off the ground until she was eye level with him. Her breasts, having started to defy gravity and tug upwards and obscure her face during her ascent, were forcefully wrangled down via crossed arms over the tops of them. Though they continued to strain for the sky at the sides, the new weight pressing atop them didn’t cause her to sink any lower. Nor did she rise any higher.

A contented hum was released, the hellspawn woman resting her chin on her arms to regard him. The fangs jutting from her lower jaw gleamed like beautiful pearly white daggers as she graced him with a wider, more sincere, smile. The tiny stars on strings jingled as she languidly kicked her feet to and fro. Her singular milky eye seemed to bore right through him, even as the black iris of her other glittered with mirth. Her tail rose, the fluffy end wiggling at him in some semblance of a wave.

“Does that hurt?” De’ronja asked, genuinely curious. He motioned at her engorged chest, the flesh dimpled inwards from the weight of her sleeved arms pressing down on it.

Perhaps that was too forward of him, especially considering he’d skipped any semblance of pleasantry... but she’d intrigued him greatly. Thankfully, she seemed to take it in stride, grin splitting her face even further.

“Nah. Pretzeling my fingers into balloon animals can feel uncomfortable though.”

By way of demonstration, she held out a hand. Three of the fingers swelled rapidly, plumping and lengthening; even the lengthy nails were altered, expanding and edges softening until where they ended and her actual fingers began was indistinguishable. Like her breasts, they floated for the sky. They also seemed to be boneless, for as she took hold of them with her unaltered hand, twisting them together with expert ease, there were no unpleasant crunches to be heard. Instead, there were a series of peculiar groaning rubber noises every time those fingers rubbed against each other or were pinched inwards. It looked as uncomfortable as she’d mentioned it was, though the woman’s face remained relaxed throughout the entire process. She even hummed some merry tune under her breath.

It was over faster than expected, even with the use of only one of her hands to make all those twists and knots. And by the end, punctuated with a theatric flourish, she’d produced a deceptively simple looking flower.

“Ta-daaa!” she exclaimed, gently tapping one of the petals against his nose. The contorted flesh felt oddly rubbery but was about as warm as standard skin temperature.

“That’s incredible,” De’ronja praised, hands clapping together. The light in his eyes and bubbliness of his tone spoke volumes of his sincerity; truly, this woman was quite the marvel to behold. Behind him his tail wiggled, the spiked end pulsing luminescent gold. “Can you do that to any part of your body?”

The hellspawn woman titled her chin up proudly. “Eyes to ass, nail to bone, my balloon manipulation can’t be outclassed.”

Faint shuddering was the precursor for her fingers to start shrinking and violently unravelling from their pretzeled state. Fat roundness gave way to slender razor-ripped points once again, the blackened appendages flexing experimentally. They appeared to function as fingers should again, bending at every joint, and solid enough to not squeeze and twist segments of them to ridiculous thinness.

“Ah, but only your first show is free, Mr Daunting Sun.” A finger was waggled. One corner of her painted lips twitched upwards in a crooked smirk; the expression was rather endearing with that prominent underbite of hers. “You want another taste, you’ll need to pay like any other customer.”

“Show?” De’ronja repeated, head tilting. “So you’re a performer of some sort?” That actually added some sense to most of her actions until this point.

She hummed an affirmative. A sharp flick of the wrist summoned what looked to be a playing card from thin air. Nestled snugly between two taloned fingers, it was held out to him. A shadowy caricature of a man in similar attire to her own grinned widely from the glossy surface. The illustration’s smile seemed to grow as De’ronja accepted the offering, holding it up for inspection. Flipping it revealed an upside down mirror of the same shadowy figure. Elaborate red J’s adorned every corner of both sides of the card; the only spots of colour to be found on it.

“The Big Top comes and goes as it pleases - it’s quite the fickle thing, see - but so long as you have that, you should be able to find it.” Idly, the woman glanced at a cuffed wrist, even more of the tiny star charms attached to it tinkling faintly with the movement. Whatever she saw (or imagined she saw) elicited a sigh of disappointment. “Ah phooey, looks like my break’s over. Mayhaps we’ll cross paths again sometime, Sunshine.”

“Wait... you’re leaving already?” His disappoint was palpable, ears and tail drooping.

“Not forever. Just for now.” The woman poised the sharp tips of her index nails near the bare portions of her chest. “Until then... be well, De’ronja of the Daunting Sun.”

He startled, jaw flapping open to gape. That was twice now she’d used his title. And the first she’d used his name. Yet they’d never exchanged names once during this encounter.

Whilst he was still caught in his stupor, the hellspawn woman jabbed both nails into her own flesh. They slid through as easily as a hot knife through butter, burying halfway before she pulled them back out again. De’ronja got the briefest impression of empty black holes - no blood, no nothing - in her pale skin before she was violently flung backwards.

Twin puffs of air ruffled his sideburns; one second she was in front of him, the next, some thirty feet away in an uncontrollable backwards journey. An ecstatic squeal tore from her throat, pealing high and giddy through the otherwise silent air.

“Ah, wait!” He began to chase after her, hand outstretched with the intent to grab her by the wrist in order to gain more answers. “How did you know-?!”

But she was already out of earshot and reach, madly zipping about in erratic corkscrews as her breasts deflated with a comical PBBBBT that was almost entirely drowned out by her gleeful hooting and cackling. At this point, she’d already steadily shrunk into a more and more indistinguishable figure.

So much for getting answers...

Sighing in defeat, De’ronja glanced from the faint dot in the sky to the card in his hand. The shadowy figure continued to grin back cheekily, as if rubbing in the fact it knew something he did not.

“Balloon manipulation, huh....”