Tales of Psion: A Balanced Diet
#1 of Tales of Psion
A little short story I wrote a couple weeks for my new fursona. Experimented with a couple things I haven't done in a while such as a first person perspective. Let me know what you think.
By Psion
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The usual sounds of my laboratory caressed my ursine ears as I leaned back into my favorite reinforced chair tucked away in the corner of my laboratory ship, the Insatiable Curiosity. The whirling of the mass spectrometer, the bubbling of chemical formulas being synthesized, the beep of various computers, and the groaning gurgle of my bloated stomach as it struggled to break down two feuding hunks of meat. Well okay, that last sound is a fairly unusual addition.
Patting the squirming brown-furred bulges inside my black body suit, I licked my soft lips and sharp teeth contentedly. I had to admit, those two stowaways were very filling even if their taste was a little less then desirable. Stupid in a variety of ways but at least they both provided some value in the end. Mostly just nutritional value of course but... perhaps I should just back up and explain how I got here?
I am Psion, scientist, engineer, and custodian of the deep-space exploration vessel the Insatiable Curiosity. I explore the cosmos, cataloging all the strange and wondrous sights of the multiverse. But not every world I visit is safe or without some sort of peril. Case in point is the planet I just visited, a world battered by a recent spat of civil war between two feuding camps. One claimed to represent equality and justice for all while the other claimed some nonsense about traditions and nostalgia. In truth, both only cared about control. Control over all in the hands of a few and both were willing to do horrifically unspeakable things to achieve it. Mass-censorship, ostracizing people who didn't fully conform, even murder wasn't entirely out of the question for these feuding zealots and their shadow masters.
I only stayed on this planet long enough to assess the political situation and determine that it was too unstable to conduct any worthwhile research, arriving and leaving that wretched world in the same day. Unfortunately it was still long enough for a pair of stowaways to sneak aboard my ship. One intruder from each warring camp, each fancying themselves the "chosen one" destined to win the war for their particular ideology by forcibly conscripting my technology and myself into their service.
It was a good plan... except for the several dozen things that were wrong with it. The largest two being the assumptions that I was unarmed and the other intruder did not have the same idea. The two ran into each other in the tech workshop and attempted to confront each other. Meanwhile, on the bridge, I had detected an unusual strain on the ship's atmosphere generator that could not be explained by equipment failure. So one short battle later, my multi-blaster stunned two trespassers and I was left with the question of what to do with them after I finished cleaning up the mess they made of my workshop. Which I solved after very little deliberation; while no sapient is born to be meat, those that act like useless meat should be treated like meat and subsequently eaten like meat. And these two certainly acted like otherwise useless hunks of meat....
URRRRRP! Mmmmm, excuse me. I mutter as I slowly rise to my feet and waddle towards the chemistry station. My unexpected meal forms a weighty lump in my stomach, still occasionally squirming. Whether they're still fighting each other, or me, I have no idea. While I was already a fairly fat pear-shaped ursine anthromorph, these two make me feel as bloated as a fully loaded cargo freighter. Which is a much more enjoyable sensation then I originally expected, I must try to binge-eat more often.
Giving my struggling belly a loving pat, I pull up a stool and take a seat in front of the workstation. The latest version of my Boo-T-Gro formula has finished synthesizing, all that was left was to ingest it and observe the results.
The formula tastes like a mixture of various berries as I drain the test tube's contents into my mouth. I swallow and the fluid washes down my throat and mixes with the rest of my stomach's contents. There is a very audible gurgling and bubbling as my guts begin to churn. I smile warmly as my body absorbs the trespassers into my hips and especially my rump, my backside becoming round and fuller from two mindless pundits. A balanced diet always was the best for putting on weight, I muse with an evil smirk as my stomach shrinks back to its normal plump bear belly and my rear grows out about a foot behind me. Yes, the new formula of Boo-T-Gro worked marvelously, boiling both stowaways down to nothing except...
URRRRRPPPPP! Uggh, excuse me. Pretentious hot air always gives me gas....