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Slice of Beer ("Slice of Life" story, in a bar environment.)
An art-trade story with 
Smappa about his OC Ernest the Dragon going on a trip to the bar and having a huge drink.
Not sure if I should have labled this as weight gain or inflation, but since this dragon already is a bit of a chubby guy I went with Fat furs.
Link to how his OC looks like: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14830164/
Link to the thumbnail image: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17583132/
Link to his part of the trade: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17729123/
The character to this story belongs to Smappa
Here it was again.
Saturday.
Just a pretty ordinary day for Ernest.
The chubby dragon knew that it wasn't a work day so he could sleep as much as he wanted this morning, but then came the rest of the day that he had no plans at all for. He could have a breakfast...and a shower. But then?
One thing he did know was that Sunday would come tomorrow (Another free day.), and having a second free day would mean he could have a hangover and sleep through it.
So after having breakfast he decided to skip the shower, and instead just sit by the computer and surf the web, have some lunch, watch some TV, and then towards the evening he headed straight over to "Weekend's with Weasel", his favourite bar. (He could take his shower on Sunday so he would smell at least a little good when he got back to work.)
He was actually looking forward to head over to the place this time, as they had told him that there would be a brand new beer to for him to try out this day.
"Weekend's with Weasel" was a place that he had been a regular on for a very long time. (So long that he couldn't remember when he first started going there.) He always loved how "Welcomed" he felt every time he entered, and he had even started to have a "special seat" to head to every time he got there. (Third one from the left by the counter.)
The guy owning the bar was named George, and was a Weasel. (Hence the name of the place.) He was also a very nice to be with, as he always was wondering how Ernest was doing, and how he could help him feel better. He was just like the type of friend you could tell anything you had on your heart to. (As long as you had money to pay for your drinks of course.)
His impressive beer gut was also a great sign on how often he was hanging out there, as it itself was also hanging a lot over his knees when he sat down.
Sitting down onto his barstool Ernest was getting comfy as George the Weasel walked up to him.
"Hey Ernest! Nice seeing you here once again." The Weasel said before looking at the clock at the wall. "Isn't it pretty early to come here and have a drink? It is barley passed lunch break!"
"Well, you know how it is. Some weeks you just don't feel like anything will happen this weekend, and then you might as well get to your "go to" place a bit more early." Ernest said, not really feeling ashamed of telling you boring lifestyle to his friend.
"So what are you going to do in order to stretch out the day? Have more drinks then usual? Or the same amount, but with long pauses in-between?" George asked, and laughed over the silly decision he gave his customer.
"Which one would you like mostly if I did?" Ernest asked, being completely onto the joke.
"If you took and ordered all the way until night then that would be very good for my business." George said, which made Ernest deliver the biggest laugh so far for the day.
"And have me end up completely broke? Yeah, you wish." He then said.
"So what will it be today then?" The bartender asked as he was cleaning one of the many glass that was in the bar.
"I came to try out this new drink you had said should be delivered here today." Ernest said and started opening his wallet, knowing that he was soon going to be paying for one.
"Oh yes. I got it right here for you." The weasel said, and bent under the counter to bring up the bottle to him.
Looking at the label he could see a big brown bear with a big beer belly (With a bare upper body), happily holding up a tankard filled with the beer itself, and giving a very cheesy smile and thumbs up for it.
"Forest Nectar"
"The Bear Beer"
"Looks like a pretty common (if a little campy) cover and name for a beer." Ernest said, not sounding very pleased with his first impression.
"I had a feeling you would say that, so that's why I prepared this shot glass with some of it for you to taste. (Just for you.)" George said, and placed the little shot glass filled with beer on the counter in front of his favourite costumer.
"Well thanks. Even if I don't like it, I still know I got this one for free." Ernest said and took it in.
And from looking so innocent and harmless on the outside, the gator could tell you that it felt a whole lot more like a beat up of the insides of his mouth once he took it in! It gave his tongue, throat, and belly some small burns of how strong it was, but also left a surprisingly nice aftertaste that made him start thinking about Autumn Leaves and Spring Rivers.
"Well?" The weasel bartender asked, to which Ernest answered "Wow! That little one could pack quiet a punch!"
"Yes, that's the beauty of this drink. It gives you the real fight of your life, before sending you back to enjoy all the natural beauty you can find in the forest." George explained.
He then looked at how the dragon was licking his small glass clean, and that was a clear sight that he would want more.
"I take you would want to by a glass now?" He asked, and the dragon put down the glass and said "How much for the entire bottle?"
"You really want to buy the whole bottle?!" The weasel asked, a little bit shocked over hearing he liked it THAT much.
"Yes. I want to." Ernest said, and tossed his wallet up on the counter. "How much will it cost?"
"Well..." George said and check his computer cash register for the price. "8$"
"Eight bucks?!" Ernest said surprised, but still paid the weasel the money.
Once he was holding the bottle in his paws he noticed just how big it was, and that it was defiantly worth it's high price.
While other bottles would be around 9 inches long, this beast stood at a whole feet tall! And it was 5 inches wide, and held 1 whole gallon of alcohol for him to take down!
"Well, this does look like something for a big ol' bear to take in one go!" Ernest said as he admired what he now had in his hands.
"Do you think it is to much for you to handle?" George asked in a way that only be seen as a dare, and if there was something that the pudgy dragon couldn't say no to was a dare!
Opening the cap and taking a smell of it he could only imagine how many furs that would be fooled to take a drink of it (Thinking it probably was some kind of apple juice.), and probably get a smaller heart attach from how strong it is!
Still liking to have something strong to drink Ernest lifted the bottle up and took a mouthful of it.
Compared to the small sip he had been having earlier the effects of the drink this time was blown out of proportions!
It was almost like he had been taking a mouthful of acid inside of him, and didn't want to see what would happen to his teeth and tongue if he kept it there for to long! So he swallowed it all quickly, and could once again feel that raspy feeling on the inside of his throat, before hearing how it was gurgling inside his belly like it was fighting his own stomach acids!
As he sat there and held his beer gut in his hands the bartender was trying his hardest not to laugh when he said "Is it true? Has the great beer devourer Ernest finally found a drink that is to strong for him?"
"You know what?" He asked, and Ernest looked up to see what it was. "If you can manage to finish this drink in at least 5 more takes I will not only give you back the money you paid for it, but also have all the drinks you want for the next three weeks on the house."
Hearing how things just turned real Ernest knew that it was time for no more nagging, and instead time for chugging!
Looking at the bottle he didn't think anymore about how insanely strong the content of it was, but only that it was going to go down into him, now!
He grabbed the bottle with both his hands and stood up from the counter.
"I hope you are ready for this belly, cause here it comes!" He said while looking at his beer gut, before sticking the bottle into his mouth and turned it upside down!
What happen next was something that probably nobody had tried doing before. Trying to chug down almost a whole gallon of some of the strongest beer ever made in one go! He barley got a chance to taste the thing, but knowing just how strong it was he knew this was for the better. Gulp after gulp could be heard as you could see lumps of liquor moving through his throat at a quick pace as it then settled down into his stomach, that was ballooning out as the bottle was getting more and more empty.
After 20 seconds of constant swallowing Ernest slammed the bottle onto the counter, and took in a really deep breath! As he leaned over at the counter he had to use one hand to support himself, as the other hand had to support and care for his now hanging and bloated middle. (It was like a big ball with a diameter of 2 feet!)
"How are you doing Ernest?! Are you alright?" George asked nervously, and once Ernest felt that he had breath enough to answer he leaned up and said.
"BUUUUUURRRRPPP!!!"
The bartender could have had better luck as the burp he received had a lot of the strong alcohol in it, and that made it now burn a little in his eyes.
"Ouch!!! My eyes!" The weasel shouted as he put his face under a water tap, and started pouring cold water into his eyes.
"Hehe. I guess this means you now own me 3 weeks of free drinks!" Ernest said and patted his well filled keg (Making another burp escape from his insides.), before he left the bar.
As he was waddling slightly dizzy home Ernest had to keep both his hands on his gut, (just to make sure that it would end up making him tip over!) and as he did he couldn't help but smile and think to himself "Today turned out to not be such a bad day after all."
Smappa about his OC Ernest the Dragon going on a trip to the bar and having a huge drink.Not sure if I should have labled this as weight gain or inflation, but since this dragon already is a bit of a chubby guy I went with Fat furs.
Link to how his OC looks like: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14830164/
Link to the thumbnail image: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17583132/
Link to his part of the trade: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17729123/
The character to this story belongs to
SmappaHere it was again.
Saturday.
Just a pretty ordinary day for Ernest.
The chubby dragon knew that it wasn't a work day so he could sleep as much as he wanted this morning, but then came the rest of the day that he had no plans at all for. He could have a breakfast...and a shower. But then?
One thing he did know was that Sunday would come tomorrow (Another free day.), and having a second free day would mean he could have a hangover and sleep through it.
So after having breakfast he decided to skip the shower, and instead just sit by the computer and surf the web, have some lunch, watch some TV, and then towards the evening he headed straight over to "Weekend's with Weasel", his favourite bar. (He could take his shower on Sunday so he would smell at least a little good when he got back to work.)
He was actually looking forward to head over to the place this time, as they had told him that there would be a brand new beer to for him to try out this day.
"Weekend's with Weasel" was a place that he had been a regular on for a very long time. (So long that he couldn't remember when he first started going there.) He always loved how "Welcomed" he felt every time he entered, and he had even started to have a "special seat" to head to every time he got there. (Third one from the left by the counter.)
The guy owning the bar was named George, and was a Weasel. (Hence the name of the place.) He was also a very nice to be with, as he always was wondering how Ernest was doing, and how he could help him feel better. He was just like the type of friend you could tell anything you had on your heart to. (As long as you had money to pay for your drinks of course.)
His impressive beer gut was also a great sign on how often he was hanging out there, as it itself was also hanging a lot over his knees when he sat down.
Sitting down onto his barstool Ernest was getting comfy as George the Weasel walked up to him.
"Hey Ernest! Nice seeing you here once again." The Weasel said before looking at the clock at the wall. "Isn't it pretty early to come here and have a drink? It is barley passed lunch break!"
"Well, you know how it is. Some weeks you just don't feel like anything will happen this weekend, and then you might as well get to your "go to" place a bit more early." Ernest said, not really feeling ashamed of telling you boring lifestyle to his friend.
"So what are you going to do in order to stretch out the day? Have more drinks then usual? Or the same amount, but with long pauses in-between?" George asked, and laughed over the silly decision he gave his customer.
"Which one would you like mostly if I did?" Ernest asked, being completely onto the joke.
"If you took and ordered all the way until night then that would be very good for my business." George said, which made Ernest deliver the biggest laugh so far for the day.
"And have me end up completely broke? Yeah, you wish." He then said.
"So what will it be today then?" The bartender asked as he was cleaning one of the many glass that was in the bar.
"I came to try out this new drink you had said should be delivered here today." Ernest said and started opening his wallet, knowing that he was soon going to be paying for one.
"Oh yes. I got it right here for you." The weasel said, and bent under the counter to bring up the bottle to him.
Looking at the label he could see a big brown bear with a big beer belly (With a bare upper body), happily holding up a tankard filled with the beer itself, and giving a very cheesy smile and thumbs up for it.
"Forest Nectar"
"The Bear Beer"
"Looks like a pretty common (if a little campy) cover and name for a beer." Ernest said, not sounding very pleased with his first impression.
"I had a feeling you would say that, so that's why I prepared this shot glass with some of it for you to taste. (Just for you.)" George said, and placed the little shot glass filled with beer on the counter in front of his favourite costumer.
"Well thanks. Even if I don't like it, I still know I got this one for free." Ernest said and took it in.
And from looking so innocent and harmless on the outside, the gator could tell you that it felt a whole lot more like a beat up of the insides of his mouth once he took it in! It gave his tongue, throat, and belly some small burns of how strong it was, but also left a surprisingly nice aftertaste that made him start thinking about Autumn Leaves and Spring Rivers.
"Well?" The weasel bartender asked, to which Ernest answered "Wow! That little one could pack quiet a punch!"
"Yes, that's the beauty of this drink. It gives you the real fight of your life, before sending you back to enjoy all the natural beauty you can find in the forest." George explained.
He then looked at how the dragon was licking his small glass clean, and that was a clear sight that he would want more.
"I take you would want to by a glass now?" He asked, and the dragon put down the glass and said "How much for the entire bottle?"
"You really want to buy the whole bottle?!" The weasel asked, a little bit shocked over hearing he liked it THAT much.
"Yes. I want to." Ernest said, and tossed his wallet up on the counter. "How much will it cost?"
"Well..." George said and check his computer cash register for the price. "8$"
"Eight bucks?!" Ernest said surprised, but still paid the weasel the money.
Once he was holding the bottle in his paws he noticed just how big it was, and that it was defiantly worth it's high price.
While other bottles would be around 9 inches long, this beast stood at a whole feet tall! And it was 5 inches wide, and held 1 whole gallon of alcohol for him to take down!
"Well, this does look like something for a big ol' bear to take in one go!" Ernest said as he admired what he now had in his hands.
"Do you think it is to much for you to handle?" George asked in a way that only be seen as a dare, and if there was something that the pudgy dragon couldn't say no to was a dare!
Opening the cap and taking a smell of it he could only imagine how many furs that would be fooled to take a drink of it (Thinking it probably was some kind of apple juice.), and probably get a smaller heart attach from how strong it is!
Still liking to have something strong to drink Ernest lifted the bottle up and took a mouthful of it.
Compared to the small sip he had been having earlier the effects of the drink this time was blown out of proportions!
It was almost like he had been taking a mouthful of acid inside of him, and didn't want to see what would happen to his teeth and tongue if he kept it there for to long! So he swallowed it all quickly, and could once again feel that raspy feeling on the inside of his throat, before hearing how it was gurgling inside his belly like it was fighting his own stomach acids!
As he sat there and held his beer gut in his hands the bartender was trying his hardest not to laugh when he said "Is it true? Has the great beer devourer Ernest finally found a drink that is to strong for him?"
"You know what?" He asked, and Ernest looked up to see what it was. "If you can manage to finish this drink in at least 5 more takes I will not only give you back the money you paid for it, but also have all the drinks you want for the next three weeks on the house."
Hearing how things just turned real Ernest knew that it was time for no more nagging, and instead time for chugging!
Looking at the bottle he didn't think anymore about how insanely strong the content of it was, but only that it was going to go down into him, now!
He grabbed the bottle with both his hands and stood up from the counter.
"I hope you are ready for this belly, cause here it comes!" He said while looking at his beer gut, before sticking the bottle into his mouth and turned it upside down!
What happen next was something that probably nobody had tried doing before. Trying to chug down almost a whole gallon of some of the strongest beer ever made in one go! He barley got a chance to taste the thing, but knowing just how strong it was he knew this was for the better. Gulp after gulp could be heard as you could see lumps of liquor moving through his throat at a quick pace as it then settled down into his stomach, that was ballooning out as the bottle was getting more and more empty.
After 20 seconds of constant swallowing Ernest slammed the bottle onto the counter, and took in a really deep breath! As he leaned over at the counter he had to use one hand to support himself, as the other hand had to support and care for his now hanging and bloated middle. (It was like a big ball with a diameter of 2 feet!)
"How are you doing Ernest?! Are you alright?" George asked nervously, and once Ernest felt that he had breath enough to answer he leaned up and said.
"BUUUUUURRRRPPP!!!"
The bartender could have had better luck as the burp he received had a lot of the strong alcohol in it, and that made it now burn a little in his eyes.
"Ouch!!! My eyes!" The weasel shouted as he put his face under a water tap, and started pouring cold water into his eyes.
"Hehe. I guess this means you now own me 3 weeks of free drinks!" Ernest said and patted his well filled keg (Making another burp escape from his insides.), before he left the bar.
As he was waddling slightly dizzy home Ernest had to keep both his hands on his gut, (just to make sure that it would end up making him tip over!) and as he did he couldn't help but smile and think to himself "Today turned out to not be such a bad day after all."
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