The following is artwork by eskaria145 as part of a trade we were doing together. Once again, it features his draconian monster knight, Galien, in spiffy new design and artstyle because eskaria kinda baller like that.
So naturally, along with the art comes a corresponding fic to accompany everybody's favorite big-bellied draconian boi getting drunk like a motherfuck.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" cheered the burly monster knights all gathered around in the tavern, drunkenly and gleefully watching as the largest of the group dipped his head back and greedily guzzled down a hefty mug of ale. His exo-skeletal jaws gaped as beer flowed messily down his throat and spilled across either side of his chin. Galien's thick, hard-scaled throat throbbed with each big gulp he took in. Judging from the few empty mugs already cluttering the table, this was far from Galien's first drink of the night.
...And judging by the dazed monster knight sprawled on the opposite end of the table with a half-filled mug still in his hand, there was a bit of a friendly competition going on. His friends continued chanting and chanting like a bunch of boorish drunks. And fair play, they were boorish drunks, but given the crises Galien and the rest of them had averted, they were allowed to be, far as the old tavern owner was concerned.
Draining his wooden mug down to its very last drop of booze, Galien slammed his now empty mug onto the table, smacked his armor-clad chest and let out a belch so loud, it could've been heard well beyond the tavern walls.
"BWWOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRRRHP!!!!!!!"
With that burp came more cheers and laughter from his big, burly fellow knights, applauding with amazement at Galien's rather crude display as it rumbled out of Galien for a few seconds straight.
"Gahahahah!! Nice one, big guy!" Cheered one of the knights, drunkenly stumbling over and giving Galien's fat, beer-filled belly a couple of hefty pats. Even with the armored plate still barely concealing Galien's bloated, heavy-looking middle, the beer could be heard swishing and sloshing around deeply within that rounded belly of his.
Galien hiccuped in response to the pat, and hiccuped a second time before it devolved into another meaty burp. "*HIC!* Guh, HIC-COOOOUUUUURRRRUUUUPH!!!! Ohhh..." the big-bellied monster knight groaned. He smacked his chops, palmed his heavy gut with one hand, making it wobble beneath his armor-clad palm, then grabbed another mug. "Heh, anyone else lookin' t'give the champ a run fer his coin?" Galien boasted with a grin, rubbing his bloated gut fondly with one hand as he looked over the potential competition.
Among Galien's friends emerged a big, burly monster knight, the same species as Galien, but with thicker, black horns, a black exo-skeleton with black armor to match, with a red tunic to contrast Galien's green one. He was a big, barrel-chested knight, not quite as tall as Galien, but taller than any of his other large, robust companions. His own exo-skeletal jaw shifted into a smug grin as he casually pushed the unconscious monster knight on the table onto the ground and sat himself down across from Galien.
Galien raised an exo-skeletal ridge and smirked. "Now, it's a real drinkin' contest," Galien rumbled eagerly. "Ya know yer gonna lose, right, Varik?"
The other knight, Varik, scoffed and swiped a mug. "I wouldn't be so cocky, big boy. You're already eight mugs in," Varik remarked, gesturing towards Galien's rather rounded middle, pressing out against his armored abdominal plate.
"And I'll be sixteen mugs in by the time yer down fer the count too," Galien insisted with a wink as he gave his belly a resounding slap of confidence.
The two most fierce warriors of the group raised their mugs, and, despite their trash talk, clanked their mugs together respectfully. Then immediately, both Galien and Varik brought the mugs to their jaws and guzzled their beer down. Once again, their friends cheered and hooted, watching the two largest knights downing their drinks at record pace. Even the tavern owner, as he sent one of his barmaids over to the table to bring more mugs of ale over, all couldn't help but marvel at the drinking contest at play.
In perfect unison, both Galien and Varik slammed their empty mugs onto the table, though in Galien's case, the action made his rounded belly jiggle from the motion, making Galien burp ferociously and earning some more cheers from their friends. Varik grinned and grabbed his second mug, chugging it down rapidly. His own thick, black-scaled throat bobbed with each audible, wet-sounding gulp that erupted from his gullet as he chugged. Galien grabbed his next mug and picked up the pace, trying to catch up with Varik.
Varik downed his next mug in record times and snatched his third, pounding it down like there was an incoming drought.
Then, Varik reached his fourth drink...
...Then his fifth...
...His sixth...
...And wouldn't you know, suddenly, things started spinning for the black knight. Suddenly, that competitive fire in his black and red eyes had turned into a groggy, glassy haze. And unbeknownst to him, the more Varik downed his alcoholic beverages, the more his once thick and firm stomach had started to feel really heavy and bloated as well. His own black armored torso plate was pushing out uncomfortably as his gut pushed out by two feet, groaning and burbling deeply in response to the surplus of alcohol swishing around inside of him.
The groggy, drunken knight groaned as he grabbed his seventh mug. He sat there, watching as Galien slugged down his beverage, sporting a belly so massive, it made the larger monster knight look like either he was pregnant with triplets, or he had just somehow swallowed a boulder whole. It was becoming clearer and clearer to Varik that this was a contest he wasn't going to win.
He tried to bring the mug to his maw, taking slow, heavy gulps as more beer spilled out from the corners of his mouth than they spilled inside of it. Varik could barely get any beer in him before he had to pull the mug away from his mouth just as a massive burp erupted from his jaws, causing a lot of the beer in his mouth to splatter out onto the table in the process.
"BAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOORRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHP!!!!!!!"
That huge, forceful eruption shot out of Varik's black-shelled jaws for close to six seconds straight. The other knights just laughed and applauded the display while Varik just lurched over the table, gasping breathlessly when it ended. He hiccuped sharply and groaned, rubbing his achingly full belly with one hand.
"*HICCOLP!* Oooorf...*HULP!* Urf...okay, alright, I...huuuuuuuuurrrRRUUUUP!! Ungh...you win...again..." Varik conceded between deep hiccups and a few rumbling beer-fueled burps.
Galien responded by guzzling down his sixteenth mug, as his giant belly stretched out to the point where his tunic looked like it was straining to contain such a massive, immensely heavy dome. The leather belt holding his armor in place was creaking from the sheer amount of pressure Galien's gut was applying to his protective gear.
Once he'd gulped down the last of his beverage, Galien slammed his mug heavily onto the table, then threw his head back and punctuated his victory with a colossal belch. One so enormous that the knights and few tavern patrons could genuinely feel the ground quiver in its wake.
"BLLAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUURRRRRUUUUUUUUHH-HOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRUUUUUUUURRRRRRRHHHHHHP!!!!!!!!!
It blasted past Galien's fang-filled jaws for at least ten seconds, toxifying the air with the stench of really pungent alcohol with hints of Galien's stomach gasses. The other knights, crude as they were, looked off at the burping knight with envy, all jealous of Galien's stomach capacity and raw, un-parralleled talents. All Varik could do was grumble in drunken defeat.
When it finally ended, Galien grabbed his fat, burbling belly with both hands, and let out another deep, guttural belch, and another right after that. He then sighed with relief and slumped back atop his stool, causing his monstrously heavy gut to slosh and burble so thickly that it sounded like it was a massive, rubbery beer container, visibly wobbling with his every motion. Galien exhaled, wafting his stinking, alcohol-scented breath across the table, then grinned drunkenly at his friends and Varik.
"And that's why ya don't try'n take on the champ, boys," Galien boasted. But then, he smirked and reached over the table, causing his massive gut to spill onto the table, causing it to creak under his girth. When he reached over, Galien bumped his fist into Varik's armor-clad shoulder in a brotherly fashion. "But give it up fer the only guy here who could ever come even halfway close t'keepin' up with me. Was that an effort'er what?"
The others, drunk or not, nonetheless cheered Varik on for the effort.
In spite of his defeat, Varik smirked softly back at his big, bloated friend and nodded back with appreciation. "...I'll get you next time, big boy," Varik vowed with a bit of competition in his voice as he massaged his own smaller but still considerably rounded middle with one hand.
Galien just grinned back at his friend and snatched one more mug for good measure.
"Next time, the time after that'n the time after that, I'm happy t'defend my crown anytime, any place," Galien insisted confidently.
After all, what was a friendly competition among friends, right?
Though, as Galien's fat, sagging gut pushed down against the table, one thought occurred to him...
Leo was gonna have his hands full tonight...literally...
So naturally, along with the art comes a corresponding fic to accompany everybody's favorite big-bellied draconian boi getting drunk like a motherfuck.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" cheered the burly monster knights all gathered around in the tavern, drunkenly and gleefully watching as the largest of the group dipped his head back and greedily guzzled down a hefty mug of ale. His exo-skeletal jaws gaped as beer flowed messily down his throat and spilled across either side of his chin. Galien's thick, hard-scaled throat throbbed with each big gulp he took in. Judging from the few empty mugs already cluttering the table, this was far from Galien's first drink of the night.
...And judging by the dazed monster knight sprawled on the opposite end of the table with a half-filled mug still in his hand, there was a bit of a friendly competition going on. His friends continued chanting and chanting like a bunch of boorish drunks. And fair play, they were boorish drunks, but given the crises Galien and the rest of them had averted, they were allowed to be, far as the old tavern owner was concerned.
Draining his wooden mug down to its very last drop of booze, Galien slammed his now empty mug onto the table, smacked his armor-clad chest and let out a belch so loud, it could've been heard well beyond the tavern walls.
"BWWOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRRRHP!!!!!!!"
With that burp came more cheers and laughter from his big, burly fellow knights, applauding with amazement at Galien's rather crude display as it rumbled out of Galien for a few seconds straight.
"Gahahahah!! Nice one, big guy!" Cheered one of the knights, drunkenly stumbling over and giving Galien's fat, beer-filled belly a couple of hefty pats. Even with the armored plate still barely concealing Galien's bloated, heavy-looking middle, the beer could be heard swishing and sloshing around deeply within that rounded belly of his.
Galien hiccuped in response to the pat, and hiccuped a second time before it devolved into another meaty burp. "*HIC!* Guh, HIC-COOOOUUUUURRRRUUUUPH!!!! Ohhh..." the big-bellied monster knight groaned. He smacked his chops, palmed his heavy gut with one hand, making it wobble beneath his armor-clad palm, then grabbed another mug. "Heh, anyone else lookin' t'give the champ a run fer his coin?" Galien boasted with a grin, rubbing his bloated gut fondly with one hand as he looked over the potential competition.
Among Galien's friends emerged a big, burly monster knight, the same species as Galien, but with thicker, black horns, a black exo-skeleton with black armor to match, with a red tunic to contrast Galien's green one. He was a big, barrel-chested knight, not quite as tall as Galien, but taller than any of his other large, robust companions. His own exo-skeletal jaw shifted into a smug grin as he casually pushed the unconscious monster knight on the table onto the ground and sat himself down across from Galien.
Galien raised an exo-skeletal ridge and smirked. "Now, it's a real drinkin' contest," Galien rumbled eagerly. "Ya know yer gonna lose, right, Varik?"
The other knight, Varik, scoffed and swiped a mug. "I wouldn't be so cocky, big boy. You're already eight mugs in," Varik remarked, gesturing towards Galien's rather rounded middle, pressing out against his armored abdominal plate.
"And I'll be sixteen mugs in by the time yer down fer the count too," Galien insisted with a wink as he gave his belly a resounding slap of confidence.
The two most fierce warriors of the group raised their mugs, and, despite their trash talk, clanked their mugs together respectfully. Then immediately, both Galien and Varik brought the mugs to their jaws and guzzled their beer down. Once again, their friends cheered and hooted, watching the two largest knights downing their drinks at record pace. Even the tavern owner, as he sent one of his barmaids over to the table to bring more mugs of ale over, all couldn't help but marvel at the drinking contest at play.
In perfect unison, both Galien and Varik slammed their empty mugs onto the table, though in Galien's case, the action made his rounded belly jiggle from the motion, making Galien burp ferociously and earning some more cheers from their friends. Varik grinned and grabbed his second mug, chugging it down rapidly. His own thick, black-scaled throat bobbed with each audible, wet-sounding gulp that erupted from his gullet as he chugged. Galien grabbed his next mug and picked up the pace, trying to catch up with Varik.
Varik downed his next mug in record times and snatched his third, pounding it down like there was an incoming drought.
Then, Varik reached his fourth drink...
...Then his fifth...
...His sixth...
...And wouldn't you know, suddenly, things started spinning for the black knight. Suddenly, that competitive fire in his black and red eyes had turned into a groggy, glassy haze. And unbeknownst to him, the more Varik downed his alcoholic beverages, the more his once thick and firm stomach had started to feel really heavy and bloated as well. His own black armored torso plate was pushing out uncomfortably as his gut pushed out by two feet, groaning and burbling deeply in response to the surplus of alcohol swishing around inside of him.
The groggy, drunken knight groaned as he grabbed his seventh mug. He sat there, watching as Galien slugged down his beverage, sporting a belly so massive, it made the larger monster knight look like either he was pregnant with triplets, or he had just somehow swallowed a boulder whole. It was becoming clearer and clearer to Varik that this was a contest he wasn't going to win.
He tried to bring the mug to his maw, taking slow, heavy gulps as more beer spilled out from the corners of his mouth than they spilled inside of it. Varik could barely get any beer in him before he had to pull the mug away from his mouth just as a massive burp erupted from his jaws, causing a lot of the beer in his mouth to splatter out onto the table in the process.
"BAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOORRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHP!!!!!!!"
That huge, forceful eruption shot out of Varik's black-shelled jaws for close to six seconds straight. The other knights just laughed and applauded the display while Varik just lurched over the table, gasping breathlessly when it ended. He hiccuped sharply and groaned, rubbing his achingly full belly with one hand.
"*HICCOLP!* Oooorf...*HULP!* Urf...okay, alright, I...huuuuuuuuurrrRRUUUUP!! Ungh...you win...again..." Varik conceded between deep hiccups and a few rumbling beer-fueled burps.
Galien responded by guzzling down his sixteenth mug, as his giant belly stretched out to the point where his tunic looked like it was straining to contain such a massive, immensely heavy dome. The leather belt holding his armor in place was creaking from the sheer amount of pressure Galien's gut was applying to his protective gear.
Once he'd gulped down the last of his beverage, Galien slammed his mug heavily onto the table, then threw his head back and punctuated his victory with a colossal belch. One so enormous that the knights and few tavern patrons could genuinely feel the ground quiver in its wake.
"BLLAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUURRRRRUUUUUUUUHH-HOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRUUUUUUUURRRRRRRHHHHHHP!!!!!!!!!
It blasted past Galien's fang-filled jaws for at least ten seconds, toxifying the air with the stench of really pungent alcohol with hints of Galien's stomach gasses. The other knights, crude as they were, looked off at the burping knight with envy, all jealous of Galien's stomach capacity and raw, un-parralleled talents. All Varik could do was grumble in drunken defeat.
When it finally ended, Galien grabbed his fat, burbling belly with both hands, and let out another deep, guttural belch, and another right after that. He then sighed with relief and slumped back atop his stool, causing his monstrously heavy gut to slosh and burble so thickly that it sounded like it was a massive, rubbery beer container, visibly wobbling with his every motion. Galien exhaled, wafting his stinking, alcohol-scented breath across the table, then grinned drunkenly at his friends and Varik.
"And that's why ya don't try'n take on the champ, boys," Galien boasted. But then, he smirked and reached over the table, causing his massive gut to spill onto the table, causing it to creak under his girth. When he reached over, Galien bumped his fist into Varik's armor-clad shoulder in a brotherly fashion. "But give it up fer the only guy here who could ever come even halfway close t'keepin' up with me. Was that an effort'er what?"
The others, drunk or not, nonetheless cheered Varik on for the effort.
In spite of his defeat, Varik smirked softly back at his big, bloated friend and nodded back with appreciation. "...I'll get you next time, big boy," Varik vowed with a bit of competition in his voice as he massaged his own smaller but still considerably rounded middle with one hand.
Galien just grinned back at his friend and snatched one more mug for good measure.
"Next time, the time after that'n the time after that, I'm happy t'defend my crown anytime, any place," Galien insisted confidently.
After all, what was a friendly competition among friends, right?
Though, as Galien's fat, sagging gut pushed down against the table, one thought occurred to him...
Leo was gonna have his hands full tonight...literally...
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fat Furs
Species Dragon (Other)
Gender Male
Size 3000 x 2222px
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You always make my day with your art man, i love the way you write ❤️
Thanks, fam. I'm always happy to write for your wonderful bois too. Especially this thick , lovable boi.
Leo most certainly will enjoy the friendly competition for the duration of the evening~
Fantastic art and a fantastic story? Now this is what I'm talking about! Great job here y'all!
(Also Galien is great, love how he's crass and competitive but nice to his friends, A+ content right there.)
(Also Galien is great, love how he's crass and competitive but nice to his friends, A+ content right there.)
I come back to this piece like once every two weeks at least, it’s seriously good shit
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