Tarrasque Troubles (Danmachi OC)

[AzureAurora]

Tarrasque Troubles​

What happens when a bout of legendary magic sends one of the most feared creatures in the material plane somewhere else entirely? What happens when a giant unkillable lizard becomes a teenage girl? What happens… when she wants friends?

Oario, unfortunately, is about to find out.

AN: Hey there! This idea was rattling in my head for a bit, so I decided to put it down on proverbial paper. Most of my knowledge of Danmachi comes from fanfiction, this is going to be more or less a crackfic with some level of coherence. This is for fun, so I hope you enjoy a silly lizard being silly.

Chapter 1: Tarrasque Troubles.

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The deepest depths of the earth stirred, as claws twitched, and a tail swayed, as it slipped through solid stone and packed earth as if it were a pool of deep water. A figure's chest- titanic in size, slowly rose and fell. With each breath, a faint rumble, titanic in scope but gentle in vibration. Each tremor preluded by the heartbeats that came before it. It was quiet, save for the breathing of this creature, and the stirring of it's mighty size.

The warmth of geothermal vents, the gentle pressure of the mountain's weight, and the slowly fading contentment of a full belly. The creature concerned itself with naught but the pull of rest. Scars and chipped scales slowly knitted back together with each sonorous heartbeat.

But unknown to it, something else was brewing. A pair of footfalls above its place of rest. A scale, no bigger than it's claw, dragged and bound by thick cords of rope. A warrior of short stature, muscles bulging as this heavy scale was placed upon an altar above it's place of rest.

A slim figure with pointed ears and opulent robes nodded and raised their hands. A chorus of voices, a trio of words spoke in unison, a thrum of the universe that registered a command.

The scale lit up, and lines of teal light burrowed deep into the earth, coiled around the creature, illuminating scales and horns in the dark. A single eye cracks open, and a heavy Murr sounded out like the gnashing of gravel, a boulder that struck the earth.

Another figure joined the first, a breastplate shimmered in the light, and an obsidian staff raised high. Followed by a third figure, a wooden staff and luminescent feathers that swayed in a growing breeze.

"Twisted Tyrant, Slumbering Maw, Monster of Hunger and Hate. Oh destroyer of history, we deny our fate. Leave us in peace and don a new face!" The two voices spoke as one, and the lines of teal light lit up with a golden hue. A static whine of magic resounded below the earth, and high above.

The lines of light, of magic, engulfed the titanic creature entirely, and formed a shell of gold, that began to shrink. With a flash of thunder and a roar that could shatter mountains, it vanished.

One world's trouble seemed to have come to the end, for a moment.

But for another? The headache was just beginning.

--- Tarrasque Troubles ---

She-who-eats awoke to a chill- and she could only think one thing, in that moment between dream, and not-dream.

Where's my rock?

Grumpily, a searching hand reached out, scratched against rough stone, as clawed talons dug deep into the rock's face. Small fragments of stone torn from the ground in furrows, only to be brought to her lips.

She bit into the pile of rubble with a grumble, teeth gnashing and tearing the rocks into pieces in her mouth, only for her to freeze. And then spit it out.

Bad Rock.

That usually meant one thing- the squishy ones. The small creatures no bigger than a single claw, dressed in colorful cloth and shiny metals. They ruined rocks but raised so many tasty things!

Don't wanna fight today.

They also liked to stab her in the eyes. Which wasn't very nice! Why couldn't they just be friends over some food?

The thought lingered for a moment, as another breeze passed over her scales, and her… not scales?

Blinking a few times, She-who-eats looked down. And she saw… a squishy. Well- kind of?

There were scales, like a sensible lizard!

But then there was also skin, pale and soft- like the squishy ones had.

She frowned, blinked, and then patted her face.

She could frown! That's another squishy thing! Next thing she knows, she could be waging war on the sky lizards!

That'd be fun, sky lizards kept on hiding all the shiny food. It jingled nicely when she ate it.

She- who- eats got up, and slowly stood- a strange sensation, without the reassuring weight of her carapace, she stood tall. A short, scaled tail swayed from behind, working to balance her, as she stretched.

"mnh. Where's food?" She wondered, only to blink, and then smile.

I've got the squishy words!

She couldn't remember anything they actually said, but knowing it now? Really neat!

She glanced back and forth, and found two ways forward from the oddly large alleyway she was in.

Did squishies make bigger homes?

She pondered over the question, as she took in the main road to her left, and the sharp left that wound deeper into the alleyways, to her right.

The main road was filled with people of various heights and colors, pointy eared squishies, tall squishies, the short squishies with the crunchy armor, and the quick squishies that liked to stab She-who-eats in uncomfortable places.

She wrinkled her nose at the thought- muscles tensed, but nothing happened. A few of their eyes met hers, before they widened, and walked faster. Some even turned red! That hasn't happened before.

And she was waving her claw like they did! But there was no response! Did she not do it right?

Her attention turned to her right claw- hand? Claw? Thingy! Watching as four fingers and one thumb wiggled back at her. The palms were soft, skin? With her blue scales wound up the fingers and the back of the hand.

Oooh, very smooth!

She-who-eats took a moment to admire just how fluid her fingers were, bending and stretching with more grace than her claws used to.

Squishies kept their claws from me!

She-who-eats pouted, but it was rather short lived, as the familiar pang of hunger in her stomach drew her attention away from the claw-based betrayals of the Squishy ones.

Well, there was nothing for it. She couldn't exactly just sit in a corner and starve, or freeze, or what may have you- so she needed to pick a direction.

There might be food in the main road, but the squishies might just ignore her- or they'd throw the pointy sticks at her! She wasn't in the mood for pointy sticks just yet.

Hmmm….

Her thoughts were interrupted as a shout rose beyond the hum of everyday life. A shout- followed by a chorus of laughs.

It wasn't the good kind of laughter- it was the kind that made She-who-eats bare her teeth- it was the kind that some squishies made when they tried to carve her up. At least, until she got better.

Could they be carving up a squishy?

The idea of it didn't seem… quite right. Squishies worked together, didn't they?

She-who-eats felt an icky sensation in her stomach- and she decided that she didn't like thinking about it, so she'd just go and check!

And so- despite her insides coiling and squeezing with every step- she did. A perplexed walk between a few winding corners- driven further and further away from the bustling sounds of the main road.

She-who-eats found herself at what appeared to be an intersection between Alleyways.

A short squishy girl was yelling at a trio of bigger squishies? They seemed to be the same kind of squishies, aside for the squishy girl with antlers, who stood beside two boy squishies. It'd easier if there was only one kind of squishy!

There was another smell from the girl-squishy though… it was… power? But it smelled faint, like She-who-eats when she ignored her tummy to sleep a little longer in a comfy rock!

It smelled… nice. Not tasty nice, but comfy nice, like her favorite rocks. Maybe they could be friends?

She-who-eats has never had a friend before!

She tried really hard to pay attention to what was happening!

Two boy squishies, and the one girl squishy with antlers- they seemed to be talking for the moment, but the tones of voice reminded she-who-eats of those sky lizards when they fought for their shinies!

They were trying to take the nice girl's tasty stuff!

She drew on the words in her head, and she yelled.

"Leave the nice squishy alone!" That higher pitched toned of hers rang out- it echoed within the alleyways- as all four people currently occupying the space, paused.

The woman in the middle of the pack seemed to pale slightly, even as a blush appeared on her face, and her mouth dropped open.

The other three turned around, barely controlled irritation clearly twisted their faces into sneers.

The woman with antlers on her head was in mostly leather and black cloth- but she was flipped a pointy tasty- a… Knife? in her hand.

The man opposite her was wearing some form of padded cloth, with a bow strung over his back. Although from the gritted teeth and the furrowed brow of his- it likely wouldn't stay there for long.

"And why should we listen to a naked bitch on our turf?" The man in front answered, as he took a step forward. Leather padding and a breastplate creaked as he raised a club in his right hand.

"I asked?" She-who-eats responded, as she blinked up at him.

He was taller, armed and armored, and full of intimidation.

But She-who-eats… was not impressed.

Yay! I can talk to the squishies!

"… are you stupid? Whatever, your funeral." The man grunted and he threw a haymaker at her face.

Whump.

"… are we fighting now?"

She-who-eats tilted her head.

"What the… fuck…?" The man staggered back, and stared at his fist.

She took a step forward, and with a clumsy mimicry of his form from before- she punched him right back.

It was slow, it was sloppy, and he had already reached out to grab her fist- but that didn't matter. Not when her fist made contact- sent him off his feet, and into the wall.

Silence reigned for a moment, as the man slowly pulled himself out of the small dent his back made with a grunt.

The woman with Antlers stared at the pocketknife in her hands, and then over at her 'boss', and back to the knife.

"Oi!" She threw the knife at She-who-eats, only for it to bounce off her forehead with no effect.

She blinked, bent down- and picked it up.

"Ooh! Bronze Tasty!" she exclaimed- as she opened her mouth wide, which revealed the teeth of a predator- before she bit down. The sound of torn metal filled the alleyway, as she happily turned it into scrap.

Cronch.

"Yeah… I ain't fuckin' with that. Lets get outta here." She muttered, and nudged the bowman with her elbow- they grabbed the arms of their boss, and pulled him up to his feet.

"Oi- clearly that was a fluke-" The man glared at She-who-eats- only for his mouth to click shut- as she popped the handle of the knife into her mouth.

She tore it to bits in two bites.

"… I'm goin' I'm goin'…" He muttered, as he threw one final look at the short girl behind them.

She looked quite smug this time.

"You should be lucky my savior isn't the lethal sort! That's what you get for daring to touch a goddess!" She responded, and recieved another glare as the ringleader was helped out of the alleyway.

"I just wanted a falna, stupid bitch…" He grumbled mid-retreat, until he faded from view.

And as soon as he did- she-who-eats turned her attention to the woman she was left alone with.

"Uhm… Hello?" Hestia tried, as she forced a nervous smile.

She-who-eats smiled back and waved.

"Hi! Wanna be friends?"

Hestia sorely wished that she hadn't left home that morning.

… or that she had brought some extra clothes.

This was just embarrassing.

--- Tarrasque Troubles ---




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It only took a few minutes for Hestia to run off, and come back with a blanket that smelled faintly of potatoes. She said something about using it on cold mornings- but she-who-eats wasn't particularly paying attention at the moment.

She was engrossed in the sensation of the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. It was soft, it was warm- it was far more comfortable then her favorite sleeping spots- and she could still move around! It was actually… pretty nice!

Is this squishy's version of rocks?

She-who-eats decided to follow this woman because she made her feel nice, and so the two of them walked in companionable silence.

She-who-eats took in the entirety of the city with wide eyes, as they walked through progressively older and older districts.

Sure, she's been in a city before, but it was hard to just… take it in, when she was eating everything in sight- or getting stabbed repeatedly. And while she was hungry, it wasn't… there was still room for thinking.

She liked thinking, she decided. It made things a lot more interesting!

Although, she started to run out of interesting things to look at as time passed. The crowd of squishies that glanced at her and shared whispers she couldn't here- thinned out. The sprawl of buildings gave way to old buildings and shrines that were either just maintained, or left in disarray.

And then, the pair had reached their destination- and old church.

"I'm staying in here with my first child. I owe you something to eat at least, so come on in!" Hestia gave She-who-eats a more sincere smile.

The prospect of food got her tail wagging, and a broad smile back.

"Squishies work together, not fight!" She shared her wisdom, as she followed Hestia into the building.

A door at the back, by the lectern, and she found herself in a cozy basement dwelling. She flopped onto the couch, and giggled.

Simultaneously comfy and a little lumpy. The feeling of it giving way, without crumbling- was oddly enjoyable to her senses.

Hestia put a few potato puffs down for her- and She-who-eats' interest zeroed in on the food.

It was the best thing she ever tasted.

Soft, Crunchy, and filled with flavours she had never had before. Tangy, salty, melting in her mouth as she continued to bite.

There were tears in her eyes, and a muffled squeal as she swallowed her bite.

"Amazing Tasty!" She declared as she devoured it.

"I'm glad. I'm Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth. Who might you be?" Hestia asked, her head propped up by her hands, as she watched the mini Tarrasque eat.

She-who-eats blinked, and then she paused.

She stared down at the potato puff in her hand, and then at Hestia, and hummed.

A name?

The words in her head gave her the meaning. A word that meant her.

She-who-eats was not a name, so much as it was a title, a designation, something to refer to oneself as.

She thought about what she saw so far. The squishies, the people- the tasty food, and the nasty rock floor. The fighting she did- and how different it felt in this body. The sense of… wonder, that she has been missing till now.

The ability to think for more than a moment- at all!

She stared at the Ribbons on Hestia's dress- and how they reminded her of the sky, with that deep rich blue.

It was Azure, her mind had helpfully supplied.

Azure…Azuro…Azuros.

"Azuros!" She decided, as she tasted the name on her lips. "Hestia." Came next.

"Hestia…Azuros…Azuros and Hestia!" She exclaimed, a pleased trill left her throat as she ate a second puff.

"Azuros it is then, I'm happy to meet you. Say, you were really strong there- would you… like to join my familia? I only have one member, but she's super great- and I know you'd get along with her great!" Hestia responded, babbling slightly, as her eyes glinted with fragile hope.

The newly dubbed Azuros thought about it.

Familia… Family… work together.

Spending time with the comfortable lady sounded like a fun idea.

"Okay!" She'd agree with a broad smile- and Hestia's lit up even brighter.

"Perfect! Then if you could just turn over so I could reach your back…" Hestia trailed off, as she pricked a finger with a needle.

Blood pooled on the tip of her finger- the golden ichor of the gods.

However at that moment, Azuros was not paying attention to her words. She was paying attention to the blood.

Her new friend was hurt.

And Squishies didn't get better.

She had to remove the hurt!

And so, Azuros leaned in- and she did what a Tarrasque does best.

She opened her mouth- and she ate the blood. Licked it right off of Hestia's finger.

"Eh!?" Hestia gaped, eyes wide.

Azuros swallowed, before she blinked- as what could only be described as pure warmth filled her tummy, like when she swallowed a bonfire.

It was so warm… she was getting sleepy. Her eyes drifted shut- and she fell asleep right atop a poor, very confused goddess.

Just in time for the door to open.

"Lady Hestia, I've returned!" Declared one Eiselin Hulkenberg. An elf with crimson hair, long pointed ears, a tall muscular build, and a halberd held in her hand like a walking stick.

She trailed off, eyes wide, as she looked at the scale-clad girl slumped over her goddess.

"I… I can explain. Maybe." Hestia stammered, as she looked up at her first child.

Eiselin sighed, as she shut the door behind her.

"Very well, My lady. However… maybe we should rescue the potato puffs first." Eiselin, despite her visible confusion- sounded rather amused.

It probably had something to do with the hand that reached out for the small pile of potato puffs, even in Azuro's sleep.

And even as they talked- Azuros slept. With a smile on her face.

Chapter 1: End.

AN: Thought it'd try something a little different! And yes, I stole Hulkenberg from Metaphor Re:Fantazio. I love her a lot x.x
Hope you enjoyed!
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[AAAustinYu]

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[AzureAurora]

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Azuros learn Squishy words good!