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As I said, Tora may be a bombastic draconian warrior, but she's also a ravenous predator and glutton. Here, we see that voracious side of her on full display when a bandit tries holding up her favorite tavern. Which you can read about in the story below because why not?
All the tavern goers had been bunched into a corner. Unfortunately for them, today was one of their slower days, when not many patrons were around to keep unsavory customers in check. And as it so happened, a local bandit was keeping tracks of which days the tavern would and wouldn't be full, and decided to make his move. Armed with a sword and throwing knives, he kept the small party of people at bay, then ordered the tavern owner to fork over every bit of gold he had in the taverns' locked chest. Any funny business or refusal to comply and people were going to start bleeding.
The tavern owner wasn't a pushover. If it was just him and the bandit, he'd happily risk his life taking the bandit out, since he knew he could. But the bandit had one of the more elderly men at knife point and had threatened to slit his throat if the owner didn't comply. So, however begrudgingly, he wasn't about to risk the old mans' life over gold. That wasn't how people didn't things in the mountain settlement of Thunder Mountain.
"Alright, it's all there," the tavern owner declared begrudgingly, tossing a large satchel of gold coins by the bandits feet. "Now, let the old man go..."
"Pick it up," the bandit warned the old man, whose neck was still being grazed by his blade. Naturally, the old man complied, struggling a bit with the sheer weight of the gold. The bandit forcefully snatched the gold with his free hand but kept his blade around the old mans neck, forcing him back with him as the bandit inched towards the tavern exit.
"You said you'd let him go!" The tavern owner barked, jumping over counter, ready to throw down...until he saw something behind the bandit.
"Easy does it, tough guy," the bandit hissed. "One wrong move'n gramps here gets-hey, why'd all your faces change all'uh the sudden-"
He stopped speaking when, suddenly, he bumped into something behind him. Confused, with his bag still in his hand, he reached over to feel what he'd just bumped into. It was a scaly surface, firm yet doughy with some give to it. Unbeknownst to the bandit, in at that very moment, had entered the settlements' protector.
A burly, hulking humanoid dragoness. She was covered from head to talons in dark, olive-green scales, with tan-colored scales that ran from her throat down to her stomach and under-tail. She had two thick horns atop her skull and a smaller one atop her snout with two thick, firm wings and an especially fat tail. The dragoness was dressed in classic barbarians garbs, with an armored breastplate, an armored shoulder-pad, and a fur, warriors' skirt. Despite being a very musclebound dragoness, she had a rather thick stomach, veering on a paunch; firm to the touch, yet fat enough that there was still a good deal of 'give' to it.
This was Tora Warsong, and currently, Tora glared down at the bandit, burly, tree-trunk arms folded together as the bandit curiously grabbed Tora's thick stomach and felt it over in confusion.
"...Aren'tcha gonna at least buy me a pint first before ya feel me up?" Tora asked in a deep, gruff voice.
The bandit immediately froze, hand still firmly planted on Tora's belly. In that moment, the old man immediately slipped out of the bandits grasp. Slowly, the bandit turned around and went white as a ghost when he saw the dragon warrior towering over him at nearly twice his size. In an instant, he went for a thrust with his blade, but Tora caught it with her bare hand and grasped it firmly, much to the bandits' horror.
"Tch, cheap Petryan steel," Tora said dismissively, yanking the blade right out from the bandits grasp with such force that it yanked the bandit himself right off of his feet and smashing face first into Tora's belly. Thick and doughy as her paunch may have been, it was also still quite firm to the touch due to just how burly the dragoness was, and how thick her scaly hide was. Even with the softer yellow scales across her abdomen, it was still quite a forceful impact, one which dropped the bandit down to the ground, clutching his face in pain.
Tora just grunted and haphazardly discarded the blade. Then, with no effort at all, she picked up the rather heavy satchel of gold coins with nothing but a thumb and index claw then tossed it the tavern owners way. She clapped her hands together, as if dusting them off, then looked around at all the other patrons.
"Everyone alright?" She asked, earning a few nods here and there.
The tavern owner just sighed with relief. "Where would we be without you, Warsong? I owe you one."
Tora smirked, baring her fangs back at the tavern owner and flashed him a wink. "You owe me more than one, small stuff. Preferably the tallest mug ya got too-"
The bandit had recovered while Tora was seemingly distracted. From the ground, he grabbed a dagger and charged at Tora, going for a sneak attack. Before anyone could even warn her, she caught the bandit by the wrist and heaved him off the ground, dangling by his arm. He kicked and squirmed, gritting his teeth as he tried to pry himself loose, but nothing would give. Tora's grip was like pure iron being clamped around his wrist. She applied just enough force to make him cry out in pain and drop his dagger down onto the floor.
"Ahh, so yer one'uh those types, huh?" Tora sneered, baring her fangs back at the bandit. "Too bad. Ya had a golden opportunity t'just take yer butter blades'n go home. Now, ya ain't goin' nowhere 'cept down my throat..."
"...Wh-What...?" the bandit asked, still struggling and dangling helplessly. He didn't fully register what Tora had just said, until a rather loud, hungry grumbling rumbled out from that thick stomach of hers.
Just then, her thick tail coiled around the bandits waist, constricting him like a boa. Then, she wrapped her hands around the bandits arms, pinning them to his sides and brought him up to her maw, which gaped wide open.
"H-Hold on, you can't be serious-!!"
As if to prove just how serious she was, Tora shoved him head and shoulders first into her mouth. Her long, thick tongue lathered itself all across the bandits face, caking it with slimy saliva while she rumbled pleasantly at his flavor. Then, she extended her jaws a little bit more and forced more and more of the man into her mouth, all with her thick tail assisting by guiding more and more of the bandits body into her mouth.
Tora slurped enough of the bandit to begin the process of working him down her throat. Her thick, scaly throat expanded exponentially when the bandits' torso began its journey down her gullet. She gulped heartily, making the man sink further and further down her throat while his legs dangled and kicked helplessly out of her mouth. Her thick, tan-scaled throat bulged immensely the further the bandit descended downward. Tora's claws dug into that protrusion, as if feeling for the mans form the more she wolfed him down.
With each passing gulp, her bulging throat rippled, pushing the fiend deeper and deeper down her gullet until he started to push past her armored chest and down into her stomach. Tora's claws pushed into that bulge, as if using her fingers to actually help push her meal down. The others just watched in a mixture of awe, fascination and some mild horror while Tora continued swallowing this criminal whole...
Both of her clawed, scaly palms traced down from her bulging neck and steadily down to her thick stomach. Tora rested both of her hands atop her belly as she felt it steadily expand as the bandit started filling her up. With each rich, sloppy gulp she took, that big round belly of hers only grew bigger and rounder, jutting out more and more as the bandit all but vanished into her mouth. Her hands were wrapped firmly around her increasingly bigger gut, feeling it expand beneath her grasp by the second.
Then, Tora used her tongue to messily slurp up his feet like they were some loose noodle strand, and finally, after one final, hearty gulp...
*GLLLLUUUUUUUURRK!!*
The bandit had finally been fully swallowed whole. Tora's belly had bloated to enormous proportions. It completely enveloped her pelvic area, having expanded by nearly five feet. Due to her enormous frame, it more or less almost made Tora look like she was about nine months pregnant.
Still holding her massively bloated belly with both hands, Tora punctuated the completion of her meal by throwing her head back and expelling a huge, tavern-rattling belch.
"BWWWWUUUUUUOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRP!!!!!!!"
The ground genuinely quivered in the wake of that monstrously loud and forceful eructation as it forced its way out of Tora's maw, not unlike a dragon roar for a few seconds straight.
When it ended, Tora gasped with relief, wiping her maw clean of saliva with her forearm. Then she glanced back at the other patrons, all of whom were just staring back at her in dumbfounded silence, safe for the tavern owner. He was busy filling a tall mug full of frothy ale. But their eyes were all fixed on Tora's huge, domed out stomach. They could see smaller bulges protruding and squirming all throughout that vast, scaly dome of hers. It gurgled intensely, covering up the muffled cries of the bandit as he squirmed and thrashed in vein.
"Just got the imported stuff over from Echo Valley. Real rich body. You'll love it," the tavern owner declared.
Tora was just casually and carelessly picking her fangs with her index claw. "Ya said that 'bout-*HIC!*-guh, 'bout that Red Wolf piss water last week," Tora said dismissively, as if she didn't just swallow a man whole.
"Ten gold coins say you're gonna like this one," the tavern owner insisted.
Tora grinned toothily. "Yer on."
She lumbered over to the counter, cradling her giant gut as it bounced and sloshed heartily with her prey still trapped inside, squirming and thrashing to no avail. Each lumbering step made her gut jiggle and bounce within her grasp more than the thrashing already did. As a result, Tora grimaced and stopped midstep to grab her belly firmly with one hand and muffled a huge burp into her fist with the other. It made her cheeks puff out as the gas rumbled rather audibly within her closed mouth. Then she grunted, palmed her armor-clad chest and blew the stinking, smoky air off to the side.
Eventually, Tora leaned against the counter, causing her fat, squirming gut to press up against the counter. The tavern owner slid a mug over Tora's way, which she caught perfectly by the handle. The mug was larger than the average mug since the glassmith of Thunder Mountain had blown up a set of mugs for the tavern exclusively to accommodate for Tora's large, hulking size. Even in spite of it being an above-average sized mug, relative to Tora's frame, when she brought the mug to her scaly, scarred lips, she was still able to chug down the contents with just a few really big, hearty gulps. Every gulp was immensely audible and rich-sounding. Her throat bobbed in and out as she took in the alcoholic beverage.
Then, she slammed her empty mug against the counter and licked the froth from her lips. Tora's eyes were skyward in thought while the tavern owner just stood behind the dispenser, smirking with his arms folded, as if waiting for a response he knew he would get. Sure enough, Tora grumbled, reached into a leather pouch that she still had around her waist and smacked ten gold coins onto the counter, and then a few more for good measure.
"Keep 'em comin', smartass," she ordered, still grumbling with dejected defeat.
The tavern owner just grinned, collected his bet winnings, and poured Tora another drink. "This is why you don't question the master," the tavern owner declared as he slid the next mug over, casual as could be. Tora rolled her eyes and caught the mug while her gut pressed against the counter, gurgling intensely and writhing about from the criminal still trapped inside.
Tora grabbed her second mug by the handle and pounded it away like no tomorrow, chugging its entire contents down in just under twenty seconds flat. Slamming the mug on the counter, Tora belched enormously, then signaled to the owner to keep the drinks coming. All the others could do was watch in mystified awe as Tora slugged down one mug of imported ale after the other.
As the empty mugs started to clutter the counter, Tora's already huge, bandit-filled belly only grew ever more bloated the more alcohol she consumed. It started gaining a much softer surface the more her gut filled to the brim with beer. Tora's belly actually started folding into itself and hanging lower and lower with every few mugs downed. The smaller bulges that her preys squirming and thrashing caused were harder to detect as a result of just how full of beer her belly was getting. The bandit struggled to trash against the stomach walls encasing around him because now, he was practically festering in alcohol, and his every action caused Tora's beer-filled belly to sway and slosh intensely and heavily with ale.
Eventually, after about a dozen and a half mugs had been downed in just under seven minutes, the bloated, intoxicated Tora slammed her eighteenth mug onto the counter and belched thunderously with such force, the mugs all rattled in place. The tavern owner actually had to wave his hand around to avoid the literally intoxicating fumes laced with way too much alcohol spewing from Tora's maw. When it ended, the bloated dragon warrior sighed with relief and smacked her chops contently. "...Whew, man, I gotta hand it t'ya, those Echo Valley fools know how t'make a-*HULP!*-b-brew..." Tora remarked groggily, hiccuping deeply and making her massive belly slosh heavily.
It took some doing, but she managed to heave herself up from the counter, making her huge, scaly boulder of a belly sway and bounce heavily from how utterly bloated she was. Grunting, she cradled her massive stomach with both hands and expelled another deep, guttural belch in the process.
"HUUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRUUUUUUUPH!!!!"
Tora huffed with drunken relief, patting her belly contently as its immense, scaly surface rippled beneath her palm with each pat. Then, she lumbered her way over to a wooden table with a few hefty, wooden crates lined up like a seat. It was her spot after all since no other seats or booths could sustain her immense size, even without all that extra weight. The dragoness parked her thick rump onto the crates and rested her back lazily against the edge of the table, causing her scaly, globular gut to spill onto her thick thighs.
The other patrons were still just gawking at the sight.
"...By the Gods, she really did just swallow that bandit whole...like he was nothing at all...!" One spoke up, watching as Tora's immense belly jiggled and swayed heartily on Tora's lap. This was courtesy to the feeble attempts the bandit still made to try and fight the stomach walls. Needless to say, it was a struggle when dealing against the gallons of alcohol festering all around him within her gut. The dragoness just lazily smacked her chops and, with her free hand, tenderly rubbed her big, burbling belly all over and groaning pleasantly at the feeling. She occasionally gripped the thick, doughy sides of her gut and gave it a good shake, making her gut slosh intensely every time she did.
The old man rubbed his neck, specifically the slightly bloody area where the bandit dug his blade into. "There's a reason most people aren't foolish enough to try and cause trouble around these parts. That young lady knows how to deal with thugs and monsters alike..."
"...Lady?" One of the older women at the tavern asked.
As if proving her point for her, Tora leaned back, slapped her fat, jiggling, beer-and-bandit-filled belly heartily and unleashed yet another titanic belch.
""BUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRPH!!!!!!!"
It raged out of her maw for several seconds straight, caused a few flecks of saliva and residual beer to go flying out of her maw. The surface of her scaly stomach rippled in the wake of that eruption.
The others just stared in deadpanned silence while the old man slowly held up a finger. "...In my defense...I called her a young lady, I did not call her especially lady-like..."
Tora just sighed contently and slumped back in an even more relaxed state, rubbing her immensely round, heavy stomach all over. She groaned contently when the bandit tried to double his efforts to no effect. The tavern owner walked over to Tora's side and smirked as he watched the bandit struggle within.
"That worm's really wriggling in there, huh," the owner remarked, patting Tora's belly a few times for emphasis. His much smaller hand barely caused it to jiggle.
The dragoness snorted with amusement. "Tell ya the truth, I think he might be drunk off'uh all the fumes," Tora suggested, grinning to herself.
"Told you the Echo Valley stuff was great," the tavern owner teased.
Tora just gave him a deadpanned glance. "You keep braggin' like that'n yer joinin' him fer dessert."
"Sure," the owner insisted, unconvinced. Then, with a more sincere smirk, he nudged the dragon in the large, muscular bicep. "Thanks for your help, Warsong. Seriously, I dunno where we'd all be with you sometimes."
"He's right, missy. We're all grateful t'ya," remarked the old patron.
Tora just snorted and shook her head, all while caressing her burbling belly all over with her clawed fingers. "Yeah, yeah, yer all a buncha saps. What else is new?" Tora remarked dismissively. But then, she flashed them all a wink and a smirk to let them know she appreciated the comments all the same.
She just wasn't one for sappy nonsense...especially not when she was literally basking in the fullness brought on by drinking tons of alcohol after having swallowed a criminal whole.
Still, sappy or not, Tora couldn't think of any other place she'd rather spend her days protecting.
...The fact that a belly full of scumbags and beer happened to be part of the perks of the unofficial job didn't hurt either...
As I said, Tora may be a bombastic draconian warrior, but she's also a ravenous predator and glutton. Here, we see that voracious side of her on full display when a bandit tries holding up her favorite tavern. Which you can read about in the story below because why not?
All the tavern goers had been bunched into a corner. Unfortunately for them, today was one of their slower days, when not many patrons were around to keep unsavory customers in check. And as it so happened, a local bandit was keeping tracks of which days the tavern would and wouldn't be full, and decided to make his move. Armed with a sword and throwing knives, he kept the small party of people at bay, then ordered the tavern owner to fork over every bit of gold he had in the taverns' locked chest. Any funny business or refusal to comply and people were going to start bleeding.
The tavern owner wasn't a pushover. If it was just him and the bandit, he'd happily risk his life taking the bandit out, since he knew he could. But the bandit had one of the more elderly men at knife point and had threatened to slit his throat if the owner didn't comply. So, however begrudgingly, he wasn't about to risk the old mans' life over gold. That wasn't how people didn't things in the mountain settlement of Thunder Mountain.
"Alright, it's all there," the tavern owner declared begrudgingly, tossing a large satchel of gold coins by the bandits feet. "Now, let the old man go..."
"Pick it up," the bandit warned the old man, whose neck was still being grazed by his blade. Naturally, the old man complied, struggling a bit with the sheer weight of the gold. The bandit forcefully snatched the gold with his free hand but kept his blade around the old mans neck, forcing him back with him as the bandit inched towards the tavern exit.
"You said you'd let him go!" The tavern owner barked, jumping over counter, ready to throw down...until he saw something behind the bandit.
"Easy does it, tough guy," the bandit hissed. "One wrong move'n gramps here gets-hey, why'd all your faces change all'uh the sudden-"
He stopped speaking when, suddenly, he bumped into something behind him. Confused, with his bag still in his hand, he reached over to feel what he'd just bumped into. It was a scaly surface, firm yet doughy with some give to it. Unbeknownst to the bandit, in at that very moment, had entered the settlements' protector.
A burly, hulking humanoid dragoness. She was covered from head to talons in dark, olive-green scales, with tan-colored scales that ran from her throat down to her stomach and under-tail. She had two thick horns atop her skull and a smaller one atop her snout with two thick, firm wings and an especially fat tail. The dragoness was dressed in classic barbarians garbs, with an armored breastplate, an armored shoulder-pad, and a fur, warriors' skirt. Despite being a very musclebound dragoness, she had a rather thick stomach, veering on a paunch; firm to the touch, yet fat enough that there was still a good deal of 'give' to it.
This was Tora Warsong, and currently, Tora glared down at the bandit, burly, tree-trunk arms folded together as the bandit curiously grabbed Tora's thick stomach and felt it over in confusion.
"...Aren'tcha gonna at least buy me a pint first before ya feel me up?" Tora asked in a deep, gruff voice.
The bandit immediately froze, hand still firmly planted on Tora's belly. In that moment, the old man immediately slipped out of the bandits grasp. Slowly, the bandit turned around and went white as a ghost when he saw the dragon warrior towering over him at nearly twice his size. In an instant, he went for a thrust with his blade, but Tora caught it with her bare hand and grasped it firmly, much to the bandits' horror.
"Tch, cheap Petryan steel," Tora said dismissively, yanking the blade right out from the bandits grasp with such force that it yanked the bandit himself right off of his feet and smashing face first into Tora's belly. Thick and doughy as her paunch may have been, it was also still quite firm to the touch due to just how burly the dragoness was, and how thick her scaly hide was. Even with the softer yellow scales across her abdomen, it was still quite a forceful impact, one which dropped the bandit down to the ground, clutching his face in pain.
Tora just grunted and haphazardly discarded the blade. Then, with no effort at all, she picked up the rather heavy satchel of gold coins with nothing but a thumb and index claw then tossed it the tavern owners way. She clapped her hands together, as if dusting them off, then looked around at all the other patrons.
"Everyone alright?" She asked, earning a few nods here and there.
The tavern owner just sighed with relief. "Where would we be without you, Warsong? I owe you one."
Tora smirked, baring her fangs back at the tavern owner and flashed him a wink. "You owe me more than one, small stuff. Preferably the tallest mug ya got too-"
The bandit had recovered while Tora was seemingly distracted. From the ground, he grabbed a dagger and charged at Tora, going for a sneak attack. Before anyone could even warn her, she caught the bandit by the wrist and heaved him off the ground, dangling by his arm. He kicked and squirmed, gritting his teeth as he tried to pry himself loose, but nothing would give. Tora's grip was like pure iron being clamped around his wrist. She applied just enough force to make him cry out in pain and drop his dagger down onto the floor.
"Ahh, so yer one'uh those types, huh?" Tora sneered, baring her fangs back at the bandit. "Too bad. Ya had a golden opportunity t'just take yer butter blades'n go home. Now, ya ain't goin' nowhere 'cept down my throat..."
"...Wh-What...?" the bandit asked, still struggling and dangling helplessly. He didn't fully register what Tora had just said, until a rather loud, hungry grumbling rumbled out from that thick stomach of hers.
Just then, her thick tail coiled around the bandits waist, constricting him like a boa. Then, she wrapped her hands around the bandits arms, pinning them to his sides and brought him up to her maw, which gaped wide open.
"H-Hold on, you can't be serious-!!"
As if to prove just how serious she was, Tora shoved him head and shoulders first into her mouth. Her long, thick tongue lathered itself all across the bandits face, caking it with slimy saliva while she rumbled pleasantly at his flavor. Then, she extended her jaws a little bit more and forced more and more of the man into her mouth, all with her thick tail assisting by guiding more and more of the bandits body into her mouth.
Tora slurped enough of the bandit to begin the process of working him down her throat. Her thick, scaly throat expanded exponentially when the bandits' torso began its journey down her gullet. She gulped heartily, making the man sink further and further down her throat while his legs dangled and kicked helplessly out of her mouth. Her thick, tan-scaled throat bulged immensely the further the bandit descended downward. Tora's claws dug into that protrusion, as if feeling for the mans form the more she wolfed him down.
With each passing gulp, her bulging throat rippled, pushing the fiend deeper and deeper down her gullet until he started to push past her armored chest and down into her stomach. Tora's claws pushed into that bulge, as if using her fingers to actually help push her meal down. The others just watched in a mixture of awe, fascination and some mild horror while Tora continued swallowing this criminal whole...
Both of her clawed, scaly palms traced down from her bulging neck and steadily down to her thick stomach. Tora rested both of her hands atop her belly as she felt it steadily expand as the bandit started filling her up. With each rich, sloppy gulp she took, that big round belly of hers only grew bigger and rounder, jutting out more and more as the bandit all but vanished into her mouth. Her hands were wrapped firmly around her increasingly bigger gut, feeling it expand beneath her grasp by the second.
Then, Tora used her tongue to messily slurp up his feet like they were some loose noodle strand, and finally, after one final, hearty gulp...
*GLLLLUUUUUUUURRK!!*
The bandit had finally been fully swallowed whole. Tora's belly had bloated to enormous proportions. It completely enveloped her pelvic area, having expanded by nearly five feet. Due to her enormous frame, it more or less almost made Tora look like she was about nine months pregnant.
Still holding her massively bloated belly with both hands, Tora punctuated the completion of her meal by throwing her head back and expelling a huge, tavern-rattling belch.
"BWWWWUUUUUUOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRP!!!!!!!"
The ground genuinely quivered in the wake of that monstrously loud and forceful eructation as it forced its way out of Tora's maw, not unlike a dragon roar for a few seconds straight.
When it ended, Tora gasped with relief, wiping her maw clean of saliva with her forearm. Then she glanced back at the other patrons, all of whom were just staring back at her in dumbfounded silence, safe for the tavern owner. He was busy filling a tall mug full of frothy ale. But their eyes were all fixed on Tora's huge, domed out stomach. They could see smaller bulges protruding and squirming all throughout that vast, scaly dome of hers. It gurgled intensely, covering up the muffled cries of the bandit as he squirmed and thrashed in vein.
"Just got the imported stuff over from Echo Valley. Real rich body. You'll love it," the tavern owner declared.
Tora was just casually and carelessly picking her fangs with her index claw. "Ya said that 'bout-*HIC!*-guh, 'bout that Red Wolf piss water last week," Tora said dismissively, as if she didn't just swallow a man whole.
"Ten gold coins say you're gonna like this one," the tavern owner insisted.
Tora grinned toothily. "Yer on."
She lumbered over to the counter, cradling her giant gut as it bounced and sloshed heartily with her prey still trapped inside, squirming and thrashing to no avail. Each lumbering step made her gut jiggle and bounce within her grasp more than the thrashing already did. As a result, Tora grimaced and stopped midstep to grab her belly firmly with one hand and muffled a huge burp into her fist with the other. It made her cheeks puff out as the gas rumbled rather audibly within her closed mouth. Then she grunted, palmed her armor-clad chest and blew the stinking, smoky air off to the side.
Eventually, Tora leaned against the counter, causing her fat, squirming gut to press up against the counter. The tavern owner slid a mug over Tora's way, which she caught perfectly by the handle. The mug was larger than the average mug since the glassmith of Thunder Mountain had blown up a set of mugs for the tavern exclusively to accommodate for Tora's large, hulking size. Even in spite of it being an above-average sized mug, relative to Tora's frame, when she brought the mug to her scaly, scarred lips, she was still able to chug down the contents with just a few really big, hearty gulps. Every gulp was immensely audible and rich-sounding. Her throat bobbed in and out as she took in the alcoholic beverage.
Then, she slammed her empty mug against the counter and licked the froth from her lips. Tora's eyes were skyward in thought while the tavern owner just stood behind the dispenser, smirking with his arms folded, as if waiting for a response he knew he would get. Sure enough, Tora grumbled, reached into a leather pouch that she still had around her waist and smacked ten gold coins onto the counter, and then a few more for good measure.
"Keep 'em comin', smartass," she ordered, still grumbling with dejected defeat.
The tavern owner just grinned, collected his bet winnings, and poured Tora another drink. "This is why you don't question the master," the tavern owner declared as he slid the next mug over, casual as could be. Tora rolled her eyes and caught the mug while her gut pressed against the counter, gurgling intensely and writhing about from the criminal still trapped inside.
Tora grabbed her second mug by the handle and pounded it away like no tomorrow, chugging its entire contents down in just under twenty seconds flat. Slamming the mug on the counter, Tora belched enormously, then signaled to the owner to keep the drinks coming. All the others could do was watch in mystified awe as Tora slugged down one mug of imported ale after the other.
As the empty mugs started to clutter the counter, Tora's already huge, bandit-filled belly only grew ever more bloated the more alcohol she consumed. It started gaining a much softer surface the more her gut filled to the brim with beer. Tora's belly actually started folding into itself and hanging lower and lower with every few mugs downed. The smaller bulges that her preys squirming and thrashing caused were harder to detect as a result of just how full of beer her belly was getting. The bandit struggled to trash against the stomach walls encasing around him because now, he was practically festering in alcohol, and his every action caused Tora's beer-filled belly to sway and slosh intensely and heavily with ale.
Eventually, after about a dozen and a half mugs had been downed in just under seven minutes, the bloated, intoxicated Tora slammed her eighteenth mug onto the counter and belched thunderously with such force, the mugs all rattled in place. The tavern owner actually had to wave his hand around to avoid the literally intoxicating fumes laced with way too much alcohol spewing from Tora's maw. When it ended, the bloated dragon warrior sighed with relief and smacked her chops contently. "...Whew, man, I gotta hand it t'ya, those Echo Valley fools know how t'make a-*HULP!*-b-brew..." Tora remarked groggily, hiccuping deeply and making her massive belly slosh heavily.
It took some doing, but she managed to heave herself up from the counter, making her huge, scaly boulder of a belly sway and bounce heavily from how utterly bloated she was. Grunting, she cradled her massive stomach with both hands and expelled another deep, guttural belch in the process.
"HUUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRUUUUUUUPH!!!!"
Tora huffed with drunken relief, patting her belly contently as its immense, scaly surface rippled beneath her palm with each pat. Then, she lumbered her way over to a wooden table with a few hefty, wooden crates lined up like a seat. It was her spot after all since no other seats or booths could sustain her immense size, even without all that extra weight. The dragoness parked her thick rump onto the crates and rested her back lazily against the edge of the table, causing her scaly, globular gut to spill onto her thick thighs.
The other patrons were still just gawking at the sight.
"...By the Gods, she really did just swallow that bandit whole...like he was nothing at all...!" One spoke up, watching as Tora's immense belly jiggled and swayed heartily on Tora's lap. This was courtesy to the feeble attempts the bandit still made to try and fight the stomach walls. Needless to say, it was a struggle when dealing against the gallons of alcohol festering all around him within her gut. The dragoness just lazily smacked her chops and, with her free hand, tenderly rubbed her big, burbling belly all over and groaning pleasantly at the feeling. She occasionally gripped the thick, doughy sides of her gut and gave it a good shake, making her gut slosh intensely every time she did.
The old man rubbed his neck, specifically the slightly bloody area where the bandit dug his blade into. "There's a reason most people aren't foolish enough to try and cause trouble around these parts. That young lady knows how to deal with thugs and monsters alike..."
"...Lady?" One of the older women at the tavern asked.
As if proving her point for her, Tora leaned back, slapped her fat, jiggling, beer-and-bandit-filled belly heartily and unleashed yet another titanic belch.
""BUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRPH!!!!!!!"
It raged out of her maw for several seconds straight, caused a few flecks of saliva and residual beer to go flying out of her maw. The surface of her scaly stomach rippled in the wake of that eruption.
The others just stared in deadpanned silence while the old man slowly held up a finger. "...In my defense...I called her a young lady, I did not call her especially lady-like..."
Tora just sighed contently and slumped back in an even more relaxed state, rubbing her immensely round, heavy stomach all over. She groaned contently when the bandit tried to double his efforts to no effect. The tavern owner walked over to Tora's side and smirked as he watched the bandit struggle within.
"That worm's really wriggling in there, huh," the owner remarked, patting Tora's belly a few times for emphasis. His much smaller hand barely caused it to jiggle.
The dragoness snorted with amusement. "Tell ya the truth, I think he might be drunk off'uh all the fumes," Tora suggested, grinning to herself.
"Told you the Echo Valley stuff was great," the tavern owner teased.
Tora just gave him a deadpanned glance. "You keep braggin' like that'n yer joinin' him fer dessert."
"Sure," the owner insisted, unconvinced. Then, with a more sincere smirk, he nudged the dragon in the large, muscular bicep. "Thanks for your help, Warsong. Seriously, I dunno where we'd all be with you sometimes."
"He's right, missy. We're all grateful t'ya," remarked the old patron.
Tora just snorted and shook her head, all while caressing her burbling belly all over with her clawed fingers. "Yeah, yeah, yer all a buncha saps. What else is new?" Tora remarked dismissively. But then, she flashed them all a wink and a smirk to let them know she appreciated the comments all the same.
She just wasn't one for sappy nonsense...especially not when she was literally basking in the fullness brought on by drinking tons of alcohol after having swallowed a criminal whole.
Still, sappy or not, Tora couldn't think of any other place she'd rather spend her days protecting.
...The fact that a belly full of scumbags and beer happened to be part of the perks of the unofficial job didn't hurt either...
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Vore
Species Dragon (Other)
Gender Female
Size 2470 x 2610px
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Awesome story here dude. Tora sounds like my kind of woman. Don't mess with a dragoness idiots. You'd be surprised how often they'll just decide to eat you for causing trouble. Also, nice job Eskaria. This artwork of her is a solid 10 out of 10.
Great combination of artwork and accompanying story! Tora is a great character and I could imagine a comic series made about her and her community. The pred to prey size ratio was expecially good with the bandit being a large meal, but still of a size that could be realistically swallowed whole by a creature with reptilian phsiology. Two things seemed a bit off to me though. One seemed to be her careless swallowing of the bandit without checking for additional weapons, or stripping him down as most clothing is made of materials nearly impossible to digest. The other things was that the money seemed to all be gold coins, when in real medieval cultures, gold coins are quite rare and valuable, and the most common currency you would see used by common folk in a tavern would be copper and silver. The bandit would be happy to get these as well, but would probably rob the patrons of their valuables too, like rings and other jewelry. Thanks for sharing, and hope we see (and read) more about Tora!
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