In this scene, we find the poor hapless Ashkor, a green wyvern who, as many before him, has fallen pray to the evil and twisted mind of Bruiser, a living inflatable with one thing on his mind…total control over all. This time however, Bruiser is accompanied by his newest, most faithful lackey, as well the only one who hasn’t been turned into a walking ride-on. Zonk, Holding Bruiser above one muscle ripped shoulder, watches with sadistic glee as Bruiser gloats, and Ashkor becomes consumed by the growing balloon, ready to swallow him up, and transform him into one of bruisers ilk.

“The smallest of your races seem to be the most likely of candidates for my triumphs” Bruiser taunts wickedly, waving one shiny, vinyl arm aside as he shoves the butt of his foot into the small dragons face.
“But as more of the small are swallowed up by my wrath, the bigger shall soon follow.”

Zonk, ever perplexed and utterly confounded by Bruisers mad ravings, simply nods his big, oafish head, smiling cruelly “Right Boss.”

“You’re the what, third this week? You brainless blood skins are so easily coerced into my traps dangle little more then a balloon in front of you and you’re snagged like that.” Bruiser snaps his thick fingers together, at the same time shoving his foot farther into Ashokors face, pushing him deeper into the balloon.

“Hurhurhurhurrrrrrrrrrr!” Zonk bellowed as he laughed, grabbing his thickly muscled gut and nearly dropping Bruiser in light of his mirth.

“Careful you moronic, pea-brained simian!” Bruiser snapped, slapping one hand upon Zonks beefy shoulder to regain his balance.

Bowing his head slightly, ears drooping Zonk calmed himself, nodding feebly “Yesssbosssorryboss”


Garrzonk Orkclaw (or ‘Zonk’ for short), an extremely stocky and thuggish tiger, recently became Bruisers accomplice, accompanying the fiendish inflator and aiding him in capturing and collecting new ‘pieces’ to his inflatable collection. Useful for little more then being a hired muscle-headed goon, Zonk assists Bruiser by bullying possible victims into the orcas traps, beings who would otherwise not be quite so foolish to become ensnared. “Youse as best does wut da boss wants, less ya wants to be ground intah toothpaste!” Zonks verbal threats, often accompanied by a brandishing of a boulder sized fist can convince even the most sturdy and brave to do Bruisers bidding. Zonk receives no payment for his faithful servitude to Bruiser, instead, a promise by the living pool-toy is his incentive in aiding and abetting the madman. Terribly and obsessively infatuated with Bruiser and his ‘talent’ of tricking and turning helpless furs into servant pool-toys, Zonk works for Bruiser under the pretense that the burly dolphin can grant him the same powers one day, all for the price of unquestioning loyalty. Bruiser of course has no intention of ‘gifting’ Zonk with this talent, simply because he has no desire to share his talent with anyone, and the brawny tiger is of far more use as a flesh and blood fur. His claws, said to be the only thing that can puncture a pool-toys iron-thick hide, are a useful device to threaten Bruisers slaves should they become unruly or restless. Dipped in a titanium alloy, Zonk gained his namesake from these wicked spikes protruding from all four paws, and if it weren’t for this one unique attribute to Zonk…Bruiser probably would’ve turned him into a mindless inflatable slave years ago.

Commissioned by  addylad !