I drew a thing! Also wrote a thing to go with it :3

This is going to be part of an ongoing thing, mostly being uploaded to the patreon page of  SmallerGod - which we share access to/the benefits of. It takes place in the same sci-fi setting she brewed up for Maple's Story, at an odd sort of bleeding-edge study university with an extremely high-risk high-reward way of operating.

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“You have to exercise some finesse class! See, look – it all comes down to careful handling of displacement – and stop calling it ‘mass displacement’ Ms. Jones, it isn’t the mass being manipulated, it’s everything else.”
The class did seem to be paying attention. Or at the very least they were looking at her, Victoria was well aware that those two things were not necessarily the same. She counted four people staring at her face, two at her chest (or possibly at the Martinez boy, who was currently serving detention in the center of it), and one fat vixen who was clearly more interested in the three-layer cake she was using as a visual aid.
“As you can see, mastery of spatial manipulation allows you to alter the amount of size something occupies – not what it weighs – however in a zero-gravity environment that ceases to be an issue. If you succeed in mastering even the most rudimentary aspects of my course you can at the bare minimum make a good living shepherding cargo on zero-g shipping lanes by allowing people to send ten times the volume in one trip. If you actually grasp the subtleties however, and choose to pursue mastery?”
Victoria’s clawed fingers positioned themselves very delicately, the cake had been about the size of a market bought cake – which was normal enough, or would’ve been had it not been a deluxe wedding cake when the class convened twenty minutes past. As her thumb and pinky moved the confection, currently suspended in a translucent box of light, grew even smaller – about the size of the large coffee Martinez had spilled all over the professor’s desk when he came in.
The professor was almost shocked to see a raised hand a moment later. The heavyset badger had been one of the few who seemed to be trying to absorb the lesson. He might even be succeeding, she judged.
“Professor, ma’am? If the weight has stayed constant how is it you’re able to make it, well…”
Victoria’s demeanor was just the barest bit softer for having been engaged, at least a little.
“Gravity manipulation. Not the same field of study by any stretch, and a far cry from those crude maglev plates they sell, but a very good choice for a partner subject along with spatial manipulation. Regardless of which you major in, and which you minor, they complement each-other beautifully. Now, if you’ll…”
Victoria stopped once more, another hand had risen amid the cow-eyed huddle of students before her. The tubby vixen, who was staring between the miniaturized cake and, apparently, her instructor’s own belly?
“Uh, miss – Vic – Professor! You uhm, you have something on your belly that’s uh, it’s crawling, and has a cute little snooter, and-“
The horned bunny instructor blinked slowly, and followed her student’s pointing finger down. On her swollen belly were two little four-legged mini-drones with stylized pig snouts, one of which was staring intently at the cake. She plucked it up between two fingers of her free hand, and squeezed until the thing cracked and crumbled. A slow breath later, Victoria sounded quite long-sufferingly annoyed.
“Great. Just what we needed. Another Von-Bacoeunn infestation. Class dismissed.”
Victoria stood then, floating the cake up by her face and taking a solid bite out of the top of it, what amounted to several square feet of pastry and frosting dumped into her stomach in one morsel not slowing her down in the slightest. The few crumbs that fell down by her cleavage did give young Martinez something to think about though, as did the sight of the second approaching pig-bot, the one his professor had missed.
As the classroom emptied out Victoria gestured in the air and sighed in a measure of relaxation as music began pumping into the room. It soothed her.
It also drowned out the tiny student’s cries as the bot, sensing food crumbs, and another source of protein in the general vicinity, began to scale the swollen horizon of the bunny-fiend’s belly and head right for him.