Litvir was sat at his desk, not really doing much. He’d had a stressful morning helping with purifications. An unusually large Voidborn had come in with some infection on their hand, which they had picked up while “just passing through” and they were unable to remove the infection themselves. What was more unusual though was that the Voidborn requested some sort of sedation before the operation, which mostly involved cutting off the Voidborn’s infected hand and making it reform using Life Goddess blood. Even more unusual was that, well, everyone had struggled to actually sedate the Voidborn. As the infection was starting to get particularly bad, Litvir had gone in and done what he could, but he was pretty certain he couldn’t remove all the trauma and stress from the Voidborn, and some negative memories would remain.
Had Litvir failed? Not really. But he felt he hadn’t been able to do as much as he had liked. And because of that, he felt annoyed. Or rather, he had felt annoyed. Rather than just sitting around though, Litvir had decided to work on his feelings. He was stressed. He needed a solution to that stress.
After a while of just sitting in silence, lost in thought, Litvir turned to his computer and started looking things up. His first thought was to work out how to make a stress ball out of materials he had around Savepoint, but the more he thought about it, filling a condom with sand seemed a little weird and probably wouldn’t be that fun to play with. So Litvir went down a different path and started thinking about things he’d like to actually squeeze.
Litvir was thinking for a long time. But eventually, he came to the realisation that, well, he was a Psion. A stupidly powerful one. One that could, on the mental plane, basically ignore other people’s mental realities and force whatever he wanted. That led to a new thought. What if Litvir could do that, but with psionic energy. The energy he used to manifest his powers in the real world. After all, Litvir could manifest blades made out of pure psionic energy, and he also had the darker, more evil shadow tendrils that he could pull from the deepest parts of his psyche. Surely Litvir could do more than that?
Eventually, an idea came to Litvir. He rummaged around in a draw and pulled out a condom. It was a small one, back from the days where Litvir would occasionally sleep with… smaller beings. Didn’t matter, it was just what he needed. Litvir opened up the condom, but did so awkwardly. It was somewhat pre-lubed, and Litvir realised it wouldn’t work.
“Hmph.”
Litvir threw the condom away, then wiped his hands down with some nearby tissues. Luckily though, Litvir had some more condoms that did not have lube on them. Why he still had some of those extra large condoms that didn’t even fit, Litvir didn’t know, but the draw was full of weird stuff that Litvir had never gotten around to getting rid of, so the condoms did at least fit alongside the other random crap in the draw.
Either way, Litvir went back to his plan. He opened up the condom, stretched it out, then placed his hand inside it. Litvir then closed his eyes and concentrated as hard as he could, waggling his fingers as he did so. Slowly, the condom began to fill with a weird, oddly viscous purple liquid.
Litvir opened his eyes again, then inspected what he had made. The liquid was weirdly stable. And sparkly. It was actually a pretty nice fluid, and, more importantly, it was remaining in place, not fading away, despite Litvir not really concentrating on it. Satisfied, he tied the end of the condom, sealing the liquid inside, then started playing with the toy he had just made.
“Huh. This… actually feels nice…”
Litvir squeezed the stress ball. It was satisfying. A little too satisfying. He couldn’t really describe how it felt though.
Before Litvir could ponder things further, there was a knock on the door.
“Hello? Litvir, you here?”
Litvir looked up, then smiled. “Ah! Arkay! I am here! Is everything alright?”
Arkay opened the door then floated into the office and sat down on Litvir’s desk. “I was a bit worried about you, you kinda sorta slinked off after dealing with the really big Voidborn, and I’m worried that you’re upset.”
“I mean, I was a little upset, but I have worked through my emotions and I am doing better now. Also, I made something!”
Litvir held up his stress toy and showed it to Arkay. Arkay inspected it, not really sure what he was looking at.
“What is it?”
“It is a stress toy.”
“Huh. You made it out of a condom.”
“I did, yes.”
“But what’s inside it?” Arkay inspected the object some more, then somewhat answered his own question. “Huh. You actually managed to make some sort of psionic liquid that is somewhat stable.”
“I did, yes!” Litvir smiled. “It feels really nice, yes? I am wondering how stable it is, how long it lasts and whether I could market them as some sort of new product. After all, the stress toy market around here is quite open.”
Arkay played with the toy some more. “Well, it is rather nice to play with. Kinda feels like a boob. Or maybe a testicle.”
“I… I do not know what those feel like…” Litvir paused briefly. “Although that sentence is giving me thoughts. The first is that I want to call these “Psionic Testicles”. The second is that, well…” Litvir hesitated. “You… you never let me touch your boob when you turned into a Life Goddess.”
“Ah…” Arkay also hesitated. “Well… maybe… maybe the next time I change myself, I’ll let you. But…”
“You do not like being a Life Goddess. I get that… Anyway!” Litvir decided to change the subject. “Shall we make some more of these Psionic Boobs and give them out to everyone?”
Arkay snickered, then nodded. “Yeah, sure, why not?”