Now that he war of the seven kingdoms was finally over, the land that for so long had been torn by strife was beginning to heal. Where once columns of troops marched, merchant caravans trundled along, eager to reestablish trade. Places where armies fought and died were plowed under and sown with crops. Nobles and commoners alike basked in the golden glow of a new age of peace and prosperity.
It was with a dark sense of comic timing that the historic accord between the Heads of Clans was signed the same day Zhu Ling emerged triumphantly from the Two Moons Style Martial Arts School clutching her diploma. The jobs in the assassination sector she studied so hard to qualify for evaporated like a mirage. She needed time to think and she needed space to put between her and the alumni foundation officials that had begun stalking her, begging her for donations. Ling set off into the rural heart of the province on foot.
With no map she quickly became lost. There were weeds growing waist high in the wheel ruts in the road. The forest was slowly digesting it. At the thought of digestion, her stomach rumbled ominously, reminding her for the twelve hundredth time that she hadn't eaten anything nourishing for the unendurable span of a day and a half. Her body had come to depend on a steady diet of fish stew to build and maintain the strategically plump physique of a Two Moons Style practitioner. She was not built for fasting. Woozily she sat down next to a moss covered shrine. She'd rest for a moment and backtrack later.
She awoke to growling. "Quiet, you!" she lightly pounded her fist on her midriff, hoping that would silence it. "Rrrrr!" came the shrill reply of a small animal pretending to be ferocious. Ling sat up straight so she could see beyond the pile of cleavage and purple silk in front of her. There in the loam was a baby dragon with burnished bronze scales swishing its tail back and forth, trying its best to intimidate her noisy stomach. Ling had a good laugh.
Then with a lightning quick move she grabbed the creature. "For my first wish I want-" she would have been happy to continue, but the dragon was dead. She looked at it dumbly. "Gods!" She was so stupid! Killing a dragon was about the unluckiest thing you could do. She brought its limp form to her ear to listen for a heartbeat. That's when it came back alive, squirming out of her grip and hooking the snake-like middle portion of its body under her boob and curled its tail over her shoulder. It looked very content with its head nestled between her pillowy breasts. It began emitting an unmistakable purr.
"Get offa me. No freeloaders!" Her attempts at peeling it off of her body simply encouraged it to snuggle tighter. It deployed its claws as anchors. Ling decided to quit before her shirt (and her skin) was torn to ribbons. "AAH! Fine, have it your way you little letch." She shouldered her pack and headed back towards the main road. "I suppose I could use a traveling companion. It gets pretty lonely out here on my own," she admitted.
But by now the purr had transitioned into a steady snore. Ling rolled her eyes. "Or I could keep talking to myself like a crazy person. That works too."
Great picture and story! This looks like it could be the start of something grand. :) I could see Eddie Murphy or Chris Rock do the voice of this little guy ...
"Hey, babe! Don't you know it's good luck to have a dragon worship your breasts?"
Hello Woot my name is Mr.Stache or you can call me Stache for short. I'm a big fan of your art work and I really must say that you do an excellent job drawing these different characters writing their life stories of having big proportions. I really like girls with big bazongas but mostly its your artwork and your stories that I admire. Every since I saw this beautiful character (Scaly Devotee) I had to say something about your art work, good thing I got this out of my chest. Once again excellent work. My compliments to you woot.
And to think I wasn't going to finish this one! Only after adding the dragon did I feel like the picture deserved to be inked and colored.
I realize that discarding a lot of stuff creates a pretty erratic update schedule, and I want to thank all of you for sticking by through the periods of drought (there have been many). Your comments and support mean a lot and I don't say thanks nearly as often as I should.
>I realize that discarding a lot of stuff creates a pretty erratic update schedule >discarding a lot of stuff
Please regale us with this material. Seriously, your art style is good enough that we'd be more than happy to see what you have stowed away and out of sight.
Woot, you have such a large following for a reason; the quality of your work (both the art and the writing) is by far worth the wait. The fact that you hold your own work to such high standards even though you owe us nothing really is the mark of a great artist.
I love the concept of a pervy dragon. It'd be awesome to see follow-ups as the dragon grows bigger. Dragons have a very long life span, but grow very quickly.
Yeah, if it wasn't so small and adorable, I don't think she'd put up with its antics.
I would actually like to continue this with another one or two installments, but it wouldn't be a good idea since other things have been left unfinished.
It was with a dark sense of comic timing that the historic accord between the Heads of Clans was signed the same day Zhu Ling emerged triumphantly from the Two Moons Style Martial Arts School clutching her diploma. The jobs in the assassination sector she studied so hard to qualify for evaporated like a mirage. She needed time to think and she needed space to put between her and the alumni foundation officials that had begun stalking her, begging her for donations. Ling set off into the rural heart of the province on foot.
With no map she quickly became lost. There were weeds growing waist high in the wheel ruts in the road. The forest was slowly digesting it. At the thought of digestion, her stomach rumbled ominously, reminding her for the twelve hundredth time that she hadn't eaten anything nourishing for the unendurable span of a day and a half. Her body had come to depend on a steady diet of fish stew to build and maintain the strategically plump physique of a Two Moons Style practitioner. She was not built for fasting. Woozily she sat down next to a moss covered shrine. She'd rest for a moment and backtrack later.
She awoke to growling. "Quiet, you!" she lightly pounded her fist on her midriff, hoping that would silence it. "Rrrrr!" came the shrill reply of a small animal pretending to be ferocious. Ling sat up straight so she could see beyond the pile of cleavage and purple silk in front of her. There in the loam was a baby dragon with burnished bronze scales swishing its tail back and forth, trying its best to intimidate her noisy stomach. Ling had a good laugh.
Then with a lightning quick move she grabbed the creature. "For my first wish I want-" she would have been happy to continue, but the dragon was dead. She looked at it dumbly. "Gods!" She was so stupid! Killing a dragon was about the unluckiest thing you could do. She brought its limp form to her ear to listen for a heartbeat. That's when it came back alive, squirming out of her grip and hooking the snake-like middle portion of its body under her boob and curled its tail over her shoulder. It looked very content with its head nestled between her pillowy breasts. It began emitting an unmistakable purr.
"Get offa me. No freeloaders!" Her attempts at peeling it off of her body simply encouraged it to snuggle tighter. It deployed its claws as anchors. Ling decided to quit before her shirt (and her skin) was torn to ribbons. "AAH! Fine, have it your way you little letch." She shouldered her pack and headed back towards the main road. "I suppose I could use a traveling companion. It gets pretty lonely out here on my own," she admitted.
But by now the purr had transitioned into a steady snore. Ling rolled her eyes. "Or I could keep talking to myself like a crazy person. That works too."