Sier and Celes' Giant Honeymoon (Ch7-9)
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Sier and Celes' Giant Honeymoon
Summary: On their idyllic island honeymoon, Celes eats way too much and grows into a slime girl giantess. Panic ensues.
CHAPTER 7
A long, painful hung between the beleaguered deck worker and the colossal, sopping wet woman praising him, a pair of curious indigo eyes locked on him. Gusteau could feel the supply ship sway every so slightly back and forth with every breath she took. He had no worldly idea what he was looking at.
"...W... What the devil are you??" Gusteau sputtered, cautiously backing up. "Y-You some kinda mermaid??"
"Mermaid??" Celes blinked, cocking her head to the side. "I dunno if you've ever seen a mermaid but... n-nevermind, not important."
Celes raised her head, as if trying to come off as more polite. Unfortunately, she had pressed her arms against the side of the deck, causing the deck to suddenly dip towards her. Gusteau barely managed to grip a nearby railing to stop himself from slipping right into her enormous mass.
"Oops! S-Sorry, don't know my own strength..." Celes cooed, trying to rebalance the ship. This had the opposite intended effect of causing it to sway in the other direction.
"STOP! PLEASE! I DON'T WANNA DIE!" Gusteau pleaded, losing his footing against the slippery deck.
"My bad, my bad!" Celes raised her arms, and let the deck straighten itself out. That's what ships were built for, after all...
"Wh... what the hell d'ya want!?" Gusteau tried to compose himself. "Y-You can take our cargo, just leave the crew alone!"
"What!? I wasn't going to... i-it's not like that at all!" Celes pouted, her eyes drifting to the side. "What am I, some kind of sea monster now...?"
"...Eh?" Gusteau was flabbergasted. "Y... you aren't?"
"No, I... I'm sorry, you're wound up, and I... I might've banged up the hull a bit. Can we start over?" Celes tried to smile politely. Gusteau simply stared at her with an expression mixed with equal measures terror and utter befuddlement.
"...Right, um, hi. I'm Celes, Celes Pe- ...Celes Fleurs now. I got married, and my husband, he's over on the Flamingo Archipelago..." Celes gestured in the direction from whence she came.
"...Y... you're married?" Gusteau uttered, quizzically looking her over. "Sea monsters get married?"
"I'm not a sea monster!" Celes blurted, rather indignantly at that. "Just... it's complicated, but..."
"Where's your ring?" Gusteau queried, his eyes drawing to the distinct lack of jewelry on her ring finger. This was news to Celes herself, and she checked it over to confirm. A feeling of dread washed over her.
"O-Oh no, I... I might've outgrew it. Oh gosh, I hope it's still in our room..." Celes fussed, slinking a little into the water. She was ashamed she could leave such a precious memento behind, nevermind such an important reminder of her relationship with the man she loved...
...Right, this was for him. She could at least get him out of trouble. But she had to focus. A look of determination crossed her face, and she rose from the water again. Gusteau instinctively staggered back as her shadow cast itself along the deck.
"Anyway, mister... s-sorry, I never asked for you-"
"Gusteau. I have a family." Gusteau uttered quietly, barely above a whisper.
"Oh, that's wonderful! I always wanted to... n-no, don't get distracted." Celes shook her head, trying to clear her head of all distractions. She looked to Gusteau again. "Wh-What kind of cargo is this ship carrying...?"
"U-Uh... food. All kinds. There's fruit, flour, buncha fresh fish... a ton of it." Gusteau explained carefully. "Th-There was some kinda distress call from the archipelago, and... and..."
Gusteau paused, putting some of the pieces together in his head. He flinched, a look of terror coming on his face. Celes returned his look... though her look was one of relief.
"Ohhh, good, that's good. They did send for help." Celes smiled and nodded. "I'm glad we're on the same team."
"C-Can you go sink some other ship!?" Gusteau stammered. "Th-This is an emergency, a-and people are gonna starve if we don't-"
"Yes, I know! You don't have to tell me, I just came from over there..." Celes folded her arms. "I just wanted to give you guys a hand getting it over there..."
"...Excuse me?" Gusteau paused.
"Cargo ships move real slow on their own, so I wanted to see if I could give you guys, well... a little push along, in the right direction." Celes nodded. "Is that okay with you?"
"What... what are you planning to do?" Gusteau asked, a pang of anxiety hitting his throat. "You're seriously not thinking about..."
"Yeah! I'll be your engine! Just lemme know if I steer off course, okay?" Celes was already swimming towards the rear of the ship...
"THAT'S INSANE, LADY!" Gusteau blurted. It was enough to give Celes brief pause.
"Eh? ...I guess it'd be a bit of a bumpy ride, but... most of the crew can stay inside, right? Just take it easy, the sun's really hot out this time of day!" Celes advised with a smile.
"Th-that's not the point, it's... if the ship goes too fast, shit's gonna spill off the side! The harnesses can't handle that kind of abuse!" Gusteau desperately tried to reason with the surprisingly jovial monster...
"Aw, don't worry about it. I'll make sure nothing tumbles off. I got really good reflexes, and an eye for detail." Celes smiled reassuringly. Gusteau felt like any objections on his part would be brushed aside, and it's not like he could force the monster to leave.
"But... but this vessel's huge. And heavy. You can't just haul it along across the seas in just a day..."
"Eh? I dunno, I think I'm pretty strong..."
Celes flexed one of her biceps; it bulged and rippled with strength, as if muscle had flowed and developed into it. Gusteau wasn't sure what he was witnessing; was she really some kind of benevolent goddess of the seas?
...The reality of the situation informed him that this was insanely dangerous. Still, her sheer stature, and the confident swagger Celes on top of it, made him feel particularly powerless in resisting her insane plan.
"...Y-You are the captain, right Gusteau?" Celes wondered. "I-I probably should've asked that sooner..."
"...N-No. Not even close." Gusteau admitted. Did that make him expendable in her eyes?
"Ohhh, I should really get their permission, umm... c-can you find him for me? I'm sure he'd know what to do, and make sure everyone stays safe." Her eyes looked around as if to survey the ships. "Y-You guys have lifeboats, right?"
"You, you can't be thinking of commandeering the ship!" Gusteau blurted out.
"What!? No, no, nothing like that!" Celes stammered, waving her hands in front of her. She paused, and then thought about it. "...Actually, okay, it's a bit like that, but..."
"Agh... he's gonna be pissed about the ship coming to a halt. On a tight schedule as it is... j-just sit there, and don't touch anything, okay? Absolutely nothin'!"
Without waiting for a response, Gusteau scrambled off towards the rear cabins. Celes lowered her hands to the water, patiently waiting for his return.
...Of course, she was a little slow on the uptake as she watched the boat drift by.
"...O-Oh, the boat's moving again. I should... try and keep pace at least."
Celes looked behind her, taking note of the enormous, purple mermaid tail she adopted to navigate the treacherous waters. With a few flaps, she assessed its strength. She really was like a giant, slimy eel, or something like that.
She waved it back and forth playfully, feeling it wriggle through the water. It was quite powerful; she felt she could keep up with a cargo vessel with ease, at the very least.
She lazily swam along the side of the ship, waiting for the captain to see her. It wasn't like she'd be very hard to miss.
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Back on the island, Sier was left to his own devices. It'd probably be better to avoid the crowds mobbing the main building. The silver lining in all of this was that her wife drew all the attention away from him—aside from some important figures on staff, Sier didn't seem to be under any particular fire.
He returned to his room to make sure all of their things were together. Even if Celes was successful in her mission, there wasn't any guarantee that the staff wouldn't try to toss the both of them off the island. So he went to make sure that all of their things were together before their honeymoon was unceremoniously cut short.
He frowned, glancing over Celes' old outfits. He empathized deeply; she was so excited to try on her new outfits for the occasion. Now they were all several sizes too small. He made a note of packing everything anyway.
Rising to his feet, Sier went to stroll to the other side of the room.
Clink!
"...Huh?"
Sier blinked, feeling the sole of his shoe kick something small on the floor. It clattered against the wood flooring a foot or so away from him, before clambering to a stop. It was shiny, and brightly lit. The sun's reflection upon its surface blinded him briefly; he had to cover his eyes to approach him.
What he found was something intimately familiar to him. It was a silver wedding ring—the one he offered to Celes so long ago. His eyes lowered, following the contours of the carved amethyst gemstone resting atop of the elegantly etched silver.
"Did Celes... drop this?"
Sier kneeled down to pick it up, studying it in his hand. Something must've happened overnight. Maybe it was when she was sleep walking.
Sier didn't have much to his name. Actually, the ring itself was a family heirloom. He picked out an amethyst just for her, and had a gemcrafter update it just for Celes. It was made for Celes' small, delicate hands; in her current condition, it wasn't going to come close to fitting.
"...Celes..."
Sier slumped back down upon the foot of the bed. When Celes went out to sea, there was such an optimistic attitude between the two of them. Now, the reality of the situation was dawning on him... and Celes wasn't around to assure him that everything would be okay. And Sier was a notorious worrywart.
He grimaced. If nothing else, he just wanted Celes to live a normal, happy life. To be more than her condition, to be the person she wanted to be. And he knew Celes wanted the best for him too. They depended on each other, in a sense. It was stablilizing.
Would everything be okay? Just the way it's always been? He couldn't imagine Celes living at her stature without some core lifestyle changes. And Sier's mind got to wander once more.
"Celes... please be safe."
CHAPTER 8
Sier was at a loss. Celes had gone off on her own, essential on her way to commit what amounted to piracy, and Sier could do little more than wait for her return. And their expulsion from the island resort would soon follow.
"I had such high hopes for today too..." Sier sighed, moving to step outside once more. Their things were packed again. He was even careful with Celes' belongings... not like any of it would fit her anymore.
"Hey, neighbour!" A familiar voice hollered out through the air. Sier cringed silently—he understood implicitly that someone was seeking him out. Sier turned to his left.
There was the neighbouring bungalow, and out on the porch was a familiar face. And a partner he didn't recognize.
"Heyyy, Sidney, and... Johnny, right?" Sier took a second to recall. Sidney had mentioned him briefly in their earlier conversation.
Johnny had a similar profile to Sidney, though he had a more eccentric look about it. He had dyed his hair bright green. Compared to Sidney, he had a more clean-shaven face,
"Wouldn't you believe it? Johnny finally got up!" Sidney laughed, gesturing to Johnny with a hearty guffaw. Sier gives Johnny a long stare; the way his baseball cap was pulled down as he leaned back in a rocking chair, it seems the guy had nodded off.
"...You sure he's awake?" Sier wondered aloud.
"I'm on vacation," Johnny gruffly chipped in; the rocking chair creaked underneath him. "And we just got off the flight. I don't take to layovers like Sid over there."
"A-ah..." Sier nodded. He paused for a moment, relishing in the cool casualness of the small talk being exchanged. It betrayed the strange, unreal situation that preceded it. It was oddly calming for Sier.
"Hey Sier, now that I got your ear, I wanted to tell ya! I saw your wife!"
"O-Oh, she..." Sier bit his lip. "...There was an... incident."
"I'll say. She's kinda hard to miss." Johnny quipped, folding his arms.
"That's crazy, man!" Sidney looked to Sier. "How's a guy deal with something like that, anyway?"
"...I have no clue." Sier sighed, leaning against the railing to the porch. "It just happened so fast, it was basically overnight. And now she's off to do something about it..."
Sier mulled it over as to how much he wanted to let his feelings be known to the neighbours—a pair he barely interacted with before now.
"Hey, you feelin' alright?" Johnny tilted his head up, appraising Sier all over. "It sounds like you two are goin' through a lot."
"Yeah, let it all out, man! It's healthier! Therapeutic too!" Sidney beamed encouragingly; he had an aura of complete sincerity about him, and Sier felt his emotional defences weaken.
"...It's about Celes, she..." Sier folded his arms. "She's trying to be strong about this whole thing, but she never liked people staring at her. Just for her... differences. And now she's a hundred feet tall, and... I don't know how she's gonna have any privacy anymore."
Sier hung his head for a second, before looking to the horizon—where the seas and the sky meet.
"When we met, she helped me through a rough time in my life. My grandfather had passed away, and there was this entire dispute over the estate, and... Celes was in my corner the whole time. Now she's suffering more than ever, and right now, I just..." Sier looked to the side.
The two partners on the patio glanced to each other, concern crossing their faces. Sidney was the one to break the silence, trying on a smile.
"You know where she is now?" He asked gently.
"...Somewhere off the western coast. She was gonna find the ship with the emergency rations and..." Sier paused, glancing to the side. "...P-Push it in the right direction, she said. She feels guilty about... her sleep-eating, and.."
"...Uhhhh huh." Johnny chimed it. "The way I see it, you probably don't have anything to do."
"What? No, that's..." Sier trailed off, rubbing his shoulder. "She's out there alone, and-"
"I think what Johnny means is..." Sidney shot him a quick, admonishing look, before turning back to Sier. "Is that you're doing enough. She must be happy she has a man like you in her corner, yeah?"
"...It's hard to be confident about that." Sier sighed. "I feel powerless to help her."
"You guys are partners, right?" Sidney continued, reaching his hand out. "Folks require emotional support too!"
"I usually work sales over the phone," Johnny piped in. "Days were pretty much garbage 95% of the time, but... I could keep going, cuz I'd see Sidney at home. And we'd watch 'Marauder' on the tele..."
Johnny couldn't help but smile slightly at the thought of it. It was brief, but it was noticeable. He turned his head to the side in a meagre attempt to act cool.
"It's not really the same as... as what your wife's goin' through, but... the sentiment's there, right?" Sidney smiled reassuringly. "If you got someone in your corner, there ain't nothing the both of you can't power through!"
"...Y-You have a point, but..." Sier raised his eyes. "I don't know if I can be strong enough to be the... the kind of emotional support she needs to be."
"You guys got married, right?" Johnny muttered. "I'd reckon you guys would trust each other enough."
"Actually..." Sier blinked, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out the ring that Celes inadvertently left behind.
"Yeah, this... this is... it's proof of our bond, our commitment. I-I remember proposing to her, at-at the same spot we met." Sier could feel himself tearing up slightly. "She was so happy, she hugged me, and wouldn't let go..."
"You guys are on your honeymoon, right?" Sidney asked.
"If you ask me, it's way too early for vibes like those to go sour." Johnny piped in casually.
"Just be ready to see her when she gets back, and you guys can have it out!" Sidney said aloud encouragingly.
"...Marriages are meant to last forever." Sier smiled to himself. "I'm sure she feels the same way, I just-"
"The way I see it, if you were going out of your way to hook up with a giant goop monster, you're probably in it for the long haul." Johnny piped in. "Folks pick up on that kind of dedication."
"...Yeah. I just... have to support her however I can. Even if it's not much, I..." Sier swallowed. "After everything she's done for me, after she worked out this honeymoon and everything... I need to do everything I can to support her!"
"So... what's the plan?" Johnny asked. "You were packing up her things or something?"
"Y, yeah... th-the honeymoon was gonna get cut short, but... but I can..."
Sier tilted his head. "I want to be more than emotional support, but... they're still planning on kicking us off the resort."
"Aw, really?" Sidney frowned. "You guys were good neighbours too..."
"Even after one of them cleans out the entire food supply?" Johnny glanced up, lowering his shades.
"It's not like she got into our food!" Sidney laughed.
"You were being such a wisy guy about how unnecessary it was to bring our own food." Johnny sneered.
"I know, I know. But it's all expenses paid!" Sidney blurted.
"...All expenses paid..." Sier repeated to himself.
"There wasn't any guarantee they'd have the beer we like. And they don't make burgers like I do." Johnny shrugged.
"I was the one that did all the grilling, though..." Sidney muttered.
"You did a good job of them, partner... eh?" Johnny glanced up over the horizon.
"What? What is..." Sier squinted to get a better look. "Oh, oh my-"
Something appeared over the horizon. It appeared small, on account of being so far away, but it was rapidly getting closer. The figure grew in size, becoming more and most visibly distinct...
It was a boat. A mighty, large vessel at that. And from behind it, there was some... enormous, writhing, purple mass, like a slimy eel, flailing behind it. It seemed like it was serving as a tail, pushing the boat forward, faster and faster.
"...CELES!" Sier blurted. "She, she's actually doing it!" The joy in his voice rang out clearly and jubilantly.
"Sheesh... that boat's gotta slow down before hitting the docks. Or it's gonna end up actually hitting the docks." Johnny grimaced.
"Hey, Sier," Sidney glanced over. "I think you got a welcoming wagon to take charge of."
"...Yeah, of course." Sier smiled, and nodded. "I'll see you guys tonight! Thanks for everything!"
Sier was already breaking headlong into a spring, heading for the docks.
"Eh, it was just a pep talk! Good luck with patching things up!" Sidney hollered, waving as Sier turned a corner and ran down the trail.
"...Tonight?" Johnny blinked. "Thought they were getting kicked off soon."
"...Mm, you're right." Sidney tilted his head. "Maybe he thought of something..."
CHAPTER 9
To the surprise of pretty much everyone involved, Celes' strange plan had gone off without a hitch.
Aside from some unfortunate scuffing along the side of the ship scraping against the docks—Celes sheepishly apologizing for the damage all the while as she tried to adjust its trajectory—the supply ship was anchored and buoyed to the island. The shipmen staggered onto dry land with weary grimaces on many of their faces. One hardened sailor, his face a pale green, made for a trash receptacle to let loose his lunch. Again, Celes apologized profusely for such a bumpy ride...
Once everything was secure, it was all hands on deck, lowering the goods onto dryland, unpacking the shipping crates, transporting crates upon crates of foodstuffs. Celes' considerable strength at her stature was a remarkable asset at this part of the job, and it was noted by some of the workers...
"You sure you got that!?" One of the workers hollered from below.
"Sure I do!" Celes replied, hoisting up the large, metal container in both arms. It must've been the size of a bus, and about as heavy too. "N-Nothing to it!"
"...She know that's against safety regulations, right?" A hard-hatted worker murmured to another.
"Just... leave her to her thing. If you wanna tell her off, that's on you." His bearded friend side eyed the giantess.
Among the workers, there was an unspoken agreement to let the woman help out in her own ways. That said, they all steered clear when she was hauling the big crates.
"...Holy moly." Mister Kekoa stood outside his office, watching the workers scurrying back and forth. His eyes landed on a temp that he recognized. "Oi, Ricardo! Go get the extra grilling equipment! It's over on the beachfront, get it set up!"
"What? All of it??" Ricardo gulped.
"All of it! We got tourists to feed!" Kekoa nodded, filling with a welling sense of determination.
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Sier had to weave between so many salty sailors on the way to the docks. He was drawn to Celes' towering figure. He was almost out of breath, running in a mad sprint in the tropical heat...
"CELES!!" Sier hollered, waving his arms. "DOWN HERE!"
"...? Sier!?" Celes raised her head, squinting as she studied the crowd. "Gosh, I can't read people's faces from here..."
Celes leaned forward to get a better look. Some of the crowds below parted with an anxious murmur; even with her benevolent heroics, her sheer stature was enough to stoke unease.
"Ah! There you are!" Celes beamed, lowering her hands. She cupped her hands as Sier clambered into her palms. Celes raised him aloft, up to her eye level... several storeys off the ground.
Sier saw the ground disappearing before him, and felt a little nervous about his sudden ascent, but his concerns melted away as he turned back to Celes.
"You... you did it!" Sier grinned incredulously. "You really did it!"
"Of course! The crew were a big help too. I dunno if I'd find my way back otherwise..." Celes grinned bashfully. "I never was good with directions."
"...Sheesh, really," Sier blinked. "What would've happened if you got lost?"
"Um... the coast guard would help, I'm sure." Celes stirred slightly. "...Oh, enough of that! C'mere, I missed you~"
"Celes, I missed you too, but- urk!"
Sier was brought closer to Celes' cheek. She rubbed her head gently against his entire body; Sier could feel half of his body getting enveloped in Celes' goopy form. The calming aroma of the sea, mixing with her natural rosey aroma, washed over him like the tide.
"...C-Celes... everyone can see us." Sier mumbled, a little muffled.
"Good. I love my big man." Celes cooed, swaying back and forth.
They stayed together like this for several moment. Sier would find it hard to get away, but...
"...Your touch's as gentle as ever." Sier smiled, leaning in.
"It's okay. I won't drop you." Celes whispered. "...B-But we can't do this forever, I'm still helping these people."
Celes remembered the work she was helping with, and slowly lowered Sier back to the docks. Celes slid down in turn, resting her enormous head until it squished gently on the weather-worn wood.
"Ah..." Sier took a moment to find his footing, before turning to Celes. "You're right. I should get out of your hair. I still got some packing to-"
"Mr. and Mrs. Fleurs, was it?"
A familiar voice called out from behind them. Celes and Sier glanced at each other with a pang of uncertainty, before turning around. It was Mister Kekoa, his hands squarely placed on his hips, staring them down with a steely expression.
"M-Mister Kekoa, sir!" Despite her stature, Celes seemed to crumble a bit in the presence of authority. She wanted desperately to hide under the dock; unfortunately, she only managed to crouch a little lower than fifteen feet.
"You remember what we talked about earlier?" He looked over the two of them.
"Y-Yes. We don't need a reminder..." Sier sighed, his eyes drifting to the supply ship that Celes had helped push to shore. "We were just having a nice little reunion, but we'll go-"
"Right, I've been thinking. You can probably forget about that nonsense."
Kekoa folded his arms. The two lovebirds glanced at each other with more than a little confusion. Celes raised her head slightly.
"But... you were so upset about the food, and-"
"Ohhh, I remember." Kekoa retorted, lowering his sunglasses. "It's because of you two that we nearly had a full-blown riot on our hands!"
The statement of fact struck the pair of them to their core. Celes in particular lowered her head in shame.
"...But," Kekoa continued, glancing to the boat. "It's because of you two that the emergency supplies came in on time—no, ahead of schedule—and that ended up solving that whole mess you made."
Kekoa muttered, two fingers errantly massaging the fabric of his flower-print shirt. "So... I suppose you two can ride out the rest of your trip on the island..."
"...What??" Sier stared blankly. "But, that, we... are you sure??" Sier was flabbergasted, and pressed the man, just to be sure. Just to confirm that this wasn't some wild dream.
"Don't get me wrong! You two are on thin ice! We can't have a repeat performance from your wife-"
"D-Did you hear that, Sier!? The honeymoon's back on!" Celes cried with joy, forgetting her size as she scooped up Sier and hugged him tightly. Sier wriggled, trying not to suffocate within Celes' pronounced cleavage.
"This... this is incredible!" Sier had to keep his attention squarely on the situation as Celes nuzzled him. Even if the view was astonishing. Sier couldn't stifle his laughter of joy even if he wanted to.
"Don't get too pleased with yourselves!" Kekoa shouted up from below! "We're gonna move you two inland, cuz your current place isn't gonna..." Kekoa stared upwards, lowering his dramatically pointed finger. He sighed. "They aren't even listening..."
In their jubilation, Sier and Celes spent a moment embracing each other in broad daylight. Celes relaxed her tight squeeze, raising Sier upwards to press her cheek against him.
"I missed you..." Celes admittedly quietly, yet earnestly.
"...Are you gonna be okay, Celes?" Sier wondered aloud, his eyes drifting to her enormous, pretty blue eyes; at this scale, they seemed to sparkle like so many little rings of sapphire. "I know that this... this kind of scale for you is intimidating, but-"
"It's our honeymoon, Sier. It's okay to get a little crazy." Celes chuckled. "I'd rather spend it on an island than on a dingy old ship..."
Celes' eyes widened, and she glanced downwards. "N-No offense, captain."
A gruff old man in a cap glanced upwards and scoffed, continuing to go about his business. Celes smiled bashfully before turning back to Sier.
"...I still haven't figured out what I can do, b-back on the mainland, but..." Celes' eyes lowered for a moment. "...I know I'll be happy, so long as I'm with you."
"...The feeling's mutual, honey." Sier smiled. "It might be a tall order, but... o-oh." Sier blinked.
"Oh please." Celes rolled her eyes with a wry smile. "Barely a day and we're already making these jokes."
"I-I didn't mean it, it just... came out!" Sier sputtered, shaking his head.
The mismatched couple shared a mutual laugh. It seemed in that singular moment, no matter what came to pass, they'd be together to see it through.
