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. My part of the story trade can be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29185122/
For all his prowess with creating steam-powered inventions, Azar can be a bit klutzy at times. Most of the time that just means he knocks some parts off a shelf when he isn't watching where his wings or tail are swinging. But sometimes, fate seems to have everything set just right so that accidents leave a more "impactful" reminder to be careful around his workshop.
The Autumnal morning sun shining through the chink in the curtains woke the peacefully slumbering dragon that lay on a soft feather bed. Azarosna Astrogaze stirred his head and opened his eyes, still slightly foggy brained. He yawned widely, stood up and stretched, great wings opening with a creaking sound.
“Another morning, another good day’s work!”
A small grin split the white dragon’s face. He was an inventor and owned an enormous warehouse type building that doubled as his workshop and living quarters. It was strewn with failed experiments just waiting to be renovated and tested again. He loved anything to do with science and creating things. Just recently he’d invented a way of being able to breathe underwater – simply fill a container with compressed air and attached it via a hose! That way the user could breathe underwater for a certain amount of time.
Azar moved towards his inventing table. On the top of it was one of the compressed air canisters he had been working on. This one was full of around an hour’s worth of air. The canister had been cast out of magnesium as iron and other ferrous materials rusted in water and in damp conditions.
“Oh I am proud of this!”
His tail waggling, he picked up the canister and proudly read the label – ‘Azarosna’s Underwater Breathing Apparatus’. He’d need to copyright and patent this before someone else stole his idea! He set the canister down again and picked up and clipboard with a checklist on it and began to methodically work his way down the list.
“Label… check. Patent and copyright forms… check…”
In his concentration he failed to notice he’d set the canister down on a spring loaded catapult that went off every half an hour to fling a log into a wood burning stove… And it was about to go off again.
“Paint livery plans… check. Shape ideas…. Check.”
Suddenly there was a loud “SPRONG” sound. The white dragon looked u, mouth wide open, halfway through uttering a word, just in time to catch a very fleeting glimpse of the grey canister flying towards his mouth at an alarming speed. The cold canister zoomed past his teeth and right to the rear of his maw. Before he could register what happened, Azar swallowed involuntarily, sending the canister plummeting into his belly.
“What the?!”
Azar leapt up from his sitting position and put his front paws on his flat stomach which was bulging out slightly from the canister’s presence. He tensed his gut and tried to cough the infernal thing back up but it wouldn’t budge. It stayed resolutely stuck within him. After five or so minute of fruitless trying to regurgitate the canister, Azar gave up and slouched grumpily on the floor of his workshop, a frown creasing his brow.
“Three months of work… wasted! Just great!”
He sat there mulling his situation over. Should he just abandon this project? Nothing ever went the way he wanted it to go. Never! His thoughts turned dark and broody as he just sat there and stewed on it. However… a faint fizzing sound interrupted his thoughts after a few minutes… Eyes widening, he again slammed his paws to his belly, this time in panic. Of course! How could he have forgotten? Magnesium reacts violently with hydrochloric acid (stomach acid) to produce hydrogen.
“Oh no…!”
From under his paws he could feel his sleek stomach begin to swell slightly. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Once the magnesium had dissolved the compressed air would further bloat him up! Azar lurched to his feet and began to cough in earnest in a futile attempt to dislodge the fast dissolving canister. By this time the hydrogen within him had swelled his belly out into a gently curving, fizzing dome. He was panicking quite badly now – what if people saw him blimped up after having accidentally eaten a compressed air canister? His reputation of being a top class inventor would definitely take a serious hit. As would his pride!
Suddenly, there was a very loud gurgling noise from his middle. His eyes bulged comically just before his belly began to swell very quickly. A deafening hissing sound was emanating from within him, obviously signalling that the oxygen canister had finally ruptured. His cheeks bulged out ludicrously. He flailed his limbs in a futile attempt to keep his feet firmly planted on the ground. But his belly had other ideas. Within five seconds his feet had left the floor, his ballooning belly lifting him way up off the ground. The rotund dragon wailed in his mind. This was a horrific predicament! When would the swelling stop?!
Unfortunately for Azar, his belly had other ideas. It kept growing and growing, the gas inside bloating his hide thinner and thinner, tauter and tauter. His burgeoning body ran out of belly to swell and slowly all his libs began to puff up. He now started to resemble a horned and overpumped beach ball. His tail, legs and neck were fast losing their definable structure in the ever growing mass of his body. Chin jammed against himself, Azar could only let loose a small whimper as he began to press against the roof of his workshop. A small bead of sweat appeared on his brow which was rare for him.
‘Please. Please let this stop!’
His mind was racing. What would happen if he burst? What would happen if he burst through the roof of his workshop? What would happen to his reputation?!
Luckily for him however, the roof proved to be stronger than he thought. And the gas flow inside him had calmed down – it seemed the canister had exhausted itself… at long last. Only a faint gurgling from within him stirred the tense silence. Azar sat there, praying beyond anything that it was over. Fifteen minutes passed… nothing happened. As best as he could with his chin pressed firmly against his swollen chest, Azar breathed a huge sigh of relief. However… how was he going to deflate himself? Was he stuck like this?
‘Great…’ he thought. ‘Just great! Now what am I going to do?!’
. My part of the story trade can be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29185122/For all his prowess with creating steam-powered inventions, Azar can be a bit klutzy at times. Most of the time that just means he knocks some parts off a shelf when he isn't watching where his wings or tail are swinging. But sometimes, fate seems to have everything set just right so that accidents leave a more "impactful" reminder to be careful around his workshop.
The Autumnal morning sun shining through the chink in the curtains woke the peacefully slumbering dragon that lay on a soft feather bed. Azarosna Astrogaze stirred his head and opened his eyes, still slightly foggy brained. He yawned widely, stood up and stretched, great wings opening with a creaking sound.
“Another morning, another good day’s work!”
A small grin split the white dragon’s face. He was an inventor and owned an enormous warehouse type building that doubled as his workshop and living quarters. It was strewn with failed experiments just waiting to be renovated and tested again. He loved anything to do with science and creating things. Just recently he’d invented a way of being able to breathe underwater – simply fill a container with compressed air and attached it via a hose! That way the user could breathe underwater for a certain amount of time.
Azar moved towards his inventing table. On the top of it was one of the compressed air canisters he had been working on. This one was full of around an hour’s worth of air. The canister had been cast out of magnesium as iron and other ferrous materials rusted in water and in damp conditions.
“Oh I am proud of this!”
His tail waggling, he picked up the canister and proudly read the label – ‘Azarosna’s Underwater Breathing Apparatus’. He’d need to copyright and patent this before someone else stole his idea! He set the canister down again and picked up and clipboard with a checklist on it and began to methodically work his way down the list.
“Label… check. Patent and copyright forms… check…”
In his concentration he failed to notice he’d set the canister down on a spring loaded catapult that went off every half an hour to fling a log into a wood burning stove… And it was about to go off again.
“Paint livery plans… check. Shape ideas…. Check.”
Suddenly there was a loud “SPRONG” sound. The white dragon looked u, mouth wide open, halfway through uttering a word, just in time to catch a very fleeting glimpse of the grey canister flying towards his mouth at an alarming speed. The cold canister zoomed past his teeth and right to the rear of his maw. Before he could register what happened, Azar swallowed involuntarily, sending the canister plummeting into his belly.
“What the?!”
Azar leapt up from his sitting position and put his front paws on his flat stomach which was bulging out slightly from the canister’s presence. He tensed his gut and tried to cough the infernal thing back up but it wouldn’t budge. It stayed resolutely stuck within him. After five or so minute of fruitless trying to regurgitate the canister, Azar gave up and slouched grumpily on the floor of his workshop, a frown creasing his brow.
“Three months of work… wasted! Just great!”
He sat there mulling his situation over. Should he just abandon this project? Nothing ever went the way he wanted it to go. Never! His thoughts turned dark and broody as he just sat there and stewed on it. However… a faint fizzing sound interrupted his thoughts after a few minutes… Eyes widening, he again slammed his paws to his belly, this time in panic. Of course! How could he have forgotten? Magnesium reacts violently with hydrochloric acid (stomach acid) to produce hydrogen.
“Oh no…!”
From under his paws he could feel his sleek stomach begin to swell slightly. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Once the magnesium had dissolved the compressed air would further bloat him up! Azar lurched to his feet and began to cough in earnest in a futile attempt to dislodge the fast dissolving canister. By this time the hydrogen within him had swelled his belly out into a gently curving, fizzing dome. He was panicking quite badly now – what if people saw him blimped up after having accidentally eaten a compressed air canister? His reputation of being a top class inventor would definitely take a serious hit. As would his pride!
Suddenly, there was a very loud gurgling noise from his middle. His eyes bulged comically just before his belly began to swell very quickly. A deafening hissing sound was emanating from within him, obviously signalling that the oxygen canister had finally ruptured. His cheeks bulged out ludicrously. He flailed his limbs in a futile attempt to keep his feet firmly planted on the ground. But his belly had other ideas. Within five seconds his feet had left the floor, his ballooning belly lifting him way up off the ground. The rotund dragon wailed in his mind. This was a horrific predicament! When would the swelling stop?!
Unfortunately for Azar, his belly had other ideas. It kept growing and growing, the gas inside bloating his hide thinner and thinner, tauter and tauter. His burgeoning body ran out of belly to swell and slowly all his libs began to puff up. He now started to resemble a horned and overpumped beach ball. His tail, legs and neck were fast losing their definable structure in the ever growing mass of his body. Chin jammed against himself, Azar could only let loose a small whimper as he began to press against the roof of his workshop. A small bead of sweat appeared on his brow which was rare for him.
‘Please. Please let this stop!’
His mind was racing. What would happen if he burst? What would happen if he burst through the roof of his workshop? What would happen to his reputation?!
Luckily for him however, the roof proved to be stronger than he thought. And the gas flow inside him had calmed down – it seemed the canister had exhausted itself… at long last. Only a faint gurgling from within him stirred the tense silence. Azar sat there, praying beyond anything that it was over. Fifteen minutes passed… nothing happened. As best as he could with his chin pressed firmly against his swollen chest, Azar breathed a huge sigh of relief. However… how was he going to deflate himself? Was he stuck like this?
‘Great…’ he thought. ‘Just great! Now what am I going to do?!’
Category Story / Inflation
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