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Just wanted to write another piece starring Trec, a unicorn Scivoli. This time they get to snack on some tavern patrons!
Needing to vent, the Scivoli paladin Trec hits up a shady tavern in search of a fight and a meal...
Trec’s Tavern Feast
By: Indi
The tavern didn’t go silent when Trec strolled in, but there was certainly a dip in the noise of chatter. It wasn’t because they were a Scivoli—sentient goo. It wasn’t because of their imposing form—hefty and purple, shaped like a unicorn. It wasn’t even due to their odd partial shell—metal gauntlets and greaves that served as hooves, with a metal helm covering the top half of their head while the rest of their goo remained exposed.
No, the attention Trec received wasn’t because they were unfamiliar to the patrons—it was because they were very familiar.
Mercenaries, pirates, thieves, and smugglers made up most of those drinking that night, and the presence of a paladin wasn’t appreciated. Trec had known that, had expected that, had wanted that. They had come to vent—and hopefully snag a meal or two if they were lucky.
Trec hadn’t even reached the bar when a stocky kobold stumbled into their path. Resembling a miniature gator, the kobold was clearly drunk beyond reason, swaying even as he glared up at Trec. A portion of a tattoo of a maw could be seen on his partially exposed belly. The blatant mark of a local group of thieves known for mugging people by eating them and belching out the valuables later.
“Ya know, I—hic—wonder if that purple goo of yours tastes like grape.” The kobold sneered, prodding Trec’s middle with a finger.
Trec scoffed at the pitiful attempt at a threat. The kobold had undoubtedly gobbled of his fair share of people in the past, but that was while sober. And likely with backup. Trec scooped the kobold up in their hooves and held him aloft. The kobold kicked and cursed, but Trec’s grip held firm.
“And I wonder if you taste like an orange!” Trec opened their maw wide and shoved the kobold inside.
One gulp, then another pulled the kobold down into Trec’s gullet. He was still mostly visible through the purple goo of the Scivoli consuming him, his face a mix of fury and worry. He was shouting, but couldn’t be heard.
Trec angled their head up, gravity causing the kobold to slide down faster and disrupt his struggles. It was an utterly one-sided fight, Trec taking full advantage both of their size and sobriety. Before long they were slurping up a tail, their belly bouncing as it filled with rowdy kobold.
Within the gooey stomach of Trec, the kobold continued his pointless fight. He pushed and kicked with all his might, but all he managed to do was stretch the goo out a little.
“Didn’t expect to drop someone in the cell this fast,” Trec chuckled. They gave their bulging gut a teasing shake just to jostle the unlucky kobold around.
By then Trec had gotten the attention of the whole tavern, for better or worse.
“Spit him out before I cut him out!”
On the far side of the tavern another kobold—even fatter than the one Trec had already eaten—was stumbling his way over, waving a fork around as if it were a cutlass. Obviously a friend or at least compatriot of the first kobold, as they shared the same belly tattoo. Trec couldn’t believe their luck.
Completely unthreatened, Trec played with their belly as they waited for the new challenger to finally arrive. Two faceplants and a shouting match with an empty stool later and the kobold was ready for battle.
“Anyone who messes with the Alley Maws ends up as pudge—and I hear paladins are extra fattening!” the kobold said, barely visible beyond the bulge of Trec’s belly.
“We are indeed fattening, but only because of all the plump kobolds we gorge on. Just feel the weight of this thing for yourself!”
Trec hefted their gut up and took a step forward, before dropping it right on the head of their next target. The kobold collapsed to the floor like a sack of potatoes, Trec’s middle swaying wildly from the impact.
Carefully bending down, Trec let their belly pin the barely conscious kobold. “I’m beginning to suspect you two aren’t the best the Alley Maws have to offer. Your boss should probably improve their recruiting methods. Well, at least you’ll probably be filling!”
The second kobold put up even less of a fight than the first, merely twitching and groaning as he made the speedy trip down Trec’s gullet and into their stomach. Their belly swelled from the second course, becoming a sizable, lumpy ball of goo. Despite the girth of the kobolds, Trec was still able to stand with some effort.
They rubbed and squeezed their gut, pushing back at any imprint of fist or foot. Both trapped kobolds were on display for the rest of the tavern to see. There weren’t any cheers or grins, but no one was rushing in to challenge Trec for their freedom, either. Most knew better, or were simply too drunk to care. A shame—Trec wasn’t full yet.
Just as Trec was about to leave, they saw a door in the back swing open. A plump, yellow-scaled dragon came through, frowning and mumbling something under his breath. From Trec’s experience the back rooms usually catered to gamblers, and the dragon probably hadn’t been winning. Trec would’ve ignored him if they hadn’t noticed the familiar tattoo on the dragon’s belly.
“Buorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!!” Trec forced a loud belch by slapping their gut. “Damn kobolds fill me up good! Too bad there were only two of them!”
The dragon’s attention was drawn right to Trec, and after a few moments his scowl intensified. He’d fallen for the bait. He stomped towards Trec, but with none of the stumbling the kobolds had displayed. Unlike them he must not have been drinking much. On the way over he punched out a random fox and snagged their mug, dumping the contents out and holding it firmly like a club.
“You picked the wrong night paladin!” the dragon roared. A flame was flickering in his claw, small yet dangerous nonetheless. “First I’m gonna rattle that gooey head of yours with this mug. Then I’m gonna toast ya like a damn marshmallow. And finally, I’m gonna treat myself to a kobold-stuffed unicorn and end the night on a high note!”
The dragon was just the kind of foe Trec had hoped to find when they’d traveled to the tavern. A potential challenge, an exciting brawl, a chance to spend an embarrassing night stewing in a belly. Unfortunately his ideal enemy had showed up after Trec had already been gorging. With two kobolds in their gut, victory in a straight-forward fight would be nearly impossible. Oh well.
Sparks suddenly gathered along the length of Trec’s horn. The second the dragon was out of the crowd and into the open he was struck by a bolt of lightning from Trec. He froze up, dropping the mug and dousing the flame. With a grunt he toppled right over, stunned.
Trec waddled over to the fallen dragon, their belly wobbling in anticipation of the third course.
* * *
A massive belch preceded Trec as they left the tavern. They cradled their immense belly in their hooves, which shifted weakly from the single inhabitant who was conscious.
“I think I may have—braaaap—overdone it,” Trec snickered as they slowly trudged along. “Can’t remember the last time I had a three course meal I could actually waddle away from. Though I guess kobolds probably only count as a side—even the fat ones.” They grinned down at their middle, delighted to see the first kobold scowling at them.
The few people Trec passed in the street kept their distance, though their eyes were all locked on the three prey crammed into the Scivoli’s gut. Trec could’ve made their body opaque any time they wanted, but they couldn’t resist showing off their gluttony that night.
“I’d like to thank you three for donating so much mass to a humble paladin like myself. Now there’ll be even more weight behind the punches I throw! And of course more room in my belly for more outlaws~” Trec’s laughter shook their middle, burying the conscious kobold beneath his dozing friends.
Trec continued the teasing their whole way home. They hoped none of the other members of their Order were still awake. For some reason they weren’t very supportive of Trec’s voracious approach to handling things. At least they weren’t the ones ending up in his belly. Usually.
Needing to vent, the Scivoli paladin Trec hits up a shady tavern in search of a fight and a meal...
Trec’s Tavern Feast
By: Indi
The tavern didn’t go silent when Trec strolled in, but there was certainly a dip in the noise of chatter. It wasn’t because they were a Scivoli—sentient goo. It wasn’t because of their imposing form—hefty and purple, shaped like a unicorn. It wasn’t even due to their odd partial shell—metal gauntlets and greaves that served as hooves, with a metal helm covering the top half of their head while the rest of their goo remained exposed.
No, the attention Trec received wasn’t because they were unfamiliar to the patrons—it was because they were very familiar.
Mercenaries, pirates, thieves, and smugglers made up most of those drinking that night, and the presence of a paladin wasn’t appreciated. Trec had known that, had expected that, had wanted that. They had come to vent—and hopefully snag a meal or two if they were lucky.
Trec hadn’t even reached the bar when a stocky kobold stumbled into their path. Resembling a miniature gator, the kobold was clearly drunk beyond reason, swaying even as he glared up at Trec. A portion of a tattoo of a maw could be seen on his partially exposed belly. The blatant mark of a local group of thieves known for mugging people by eating them and belching out the valuables later.
“Ya know, I—hic—wonder if that purple goo of yours tastes like grape.” The kobold sneered, prodding Trec’s middle with a finger.
Trec scoffed at the pitiful attempt at a threat. The kobold had undoubtedly gobbled of his fair share of people in the past, but that was while sober. And likely with backup. Trec scooped the kobold up in their hooves and held him aloft. The kobold kicked and cursed, but Trec’s grip held firm.
“And I wonder if you taste like an orange!” Trec opened their maw wide and shoved the kobold inside.
One gulp, then another pulled the kobold down into Trec’s gullet. He was still mostly visible through the purple goo of the Scivoli consuming him, his face a mix of fury and worry. He was shouting, but couldn’t be heard.
Trec angled their head up, gravity causing the kobold to slide down faster and disrupt his struggles. It was an utterly one-sided fight, Trec taking full advantage both of their size and sobriety. Before long they were slurping up a tail, their belly bouncing as it filled with rowdy kobold.
Within the gooey stomach of Trec, the kobold continued his pointless fight. He pushed and kicked with all his might, but all he managed to do was stretch the goo out a little.
“Didn’t expect to drop someone in the cell this fast,” Trec chuckled. They gave their bulging gut a teasing shake just to jostle the unlucky kobold around.
By then Trec had gotten the attention of the whole tavern, for better or worse.
“Spit him out before I cut him out!”
On the far side of the tavern another kobold—even fatter than the one Trec had already eaten—was stumbling his way over, waving a fork around as if it were a cutlass. Obviously a friend or at least compatriot of the first kobold, as they shared the same belly tattoo. Trec couldn’t believe their luck.
Completely unthreatened, Trec played with their belly as they waited for the new challenger to finally arrive. Two faceplants and a shouting match with an empty stool later and the kobold was ready for battle.
“Anyone who messes with the Alley Maws ends up as pudge—and I hear paladins are extra fattening!” the kobold said, barely visible beyond the bulge of Trec’s belly.
“We are indeed fattening, but only because of all the plump kobolds we gorge on. Just feel the weight of this thing for yourself!”
Trec hefted their gut up and took a step forward, before dropping it right on the head of their next target. The kobold collapsed to the floor like a sack of potatoes, Trec’s middle swaying wildly from the impact.
Carefully bending down, Trec let their belly pin the barely conscious kobold. “I’m beginning to suspect you two aren’t the best the Alley Maws have to offer. Your boss should probably improve their recruiting methods. Well, at least you’ll probably be filling!”
The second kobold put up even less of a fight than the first, merely twitching and groaning as he made the speedy trip down Trec’s gullet and into their stomach. Their belly swelled from the second course, becoming a sizable, lumpy ball of goo. Despite the girth of the kobolds, Trec was still able to stand with some effort.
They rubbed and squeezed their gut, pushing back at any imprint of fist or foot. Both trapped kobolds were on display for the rest of the tavern to see. There weren’t any cheers or grins, but no one was rushing in to challenge Trec for their freedom, either. Most knew better, or were simply too drunk to care. A shame—Trec wasn’t full yet.
Just as Trec was about to leave, they saw a door in the back swing open. A plump, yellow-scaled dragon came through, frowning and mumbling something under his breath. From Trec’s experience the back rooms usually catered to gamblers, and the dragon probably hadn’t been winning. Trec would’ve ignored him if they hadn’t noticed the familiar tattoo on the dragon’s belly.
“Buorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!!” Trec forced a loud belch by slapping their gut. “Damn kobolds fill me up good! Too bad there were only two of them!”
The dragon’s attention was drawn right to Trec, and after a few moments his scowl intensified. He’d fallen for the bait. He stomped towards Trec, but with none of the stumbling the kobolds had displayed. Unlike them he must not have been drinking much. On the way over he punched out a random fox and snagged their mug, dumping the contents out and holding it firmly like a club.
“You picked the wrong night paladin!” the dragon roared. A flame was flickering in his claw, small yet dangerous nonetheless. “First I’m gonna rattle that gooey head of yours with this mug. Then I’m gonna toast ya like a damn marshmallow. And finally, I’m gonna treat myself to a kobold-stuffed unicorn and end the night on a high note!”
The dragon was just the kind of foe Trec had hoped to find when they’d traveled to the tavern. A potential challenge, an exciting brawl, a chance to spend an embarrassing night stewing in a belly. Unfortunately his ideal enemy had showed up after Trec had already been gorging. With two kobolds in their gut, victory in a straight-forward fight would be nearly impossible. Oh well.
Sparks suddenly gathered along the length of Trec’s horn. The second the dragon was out of the crowd and into the open he was struck by a bolt of lightning from Trec. He froze up, dropping the mug and dousing the flame. With a grunt he toppled right over, stunned.
Trec waddled over to the fallen dragon, their belly wobbling in anticipation of the third course.
* * *
A massive belch preceded Trec as they left the tavern. They cradled their immense belly in their hooves, which shifted weakly from the single inhabitant who was conscious.
“I think I may have—braaaap—overdone it,” Trec snickered as they slowly trudged along. “Can’t remember the last time I had a three course meal I could actually waddle away from. Though I guess kobolds probably only count as a side—even the fat ones.” They grinned down at their middle, delighted to see the first kobold scowling at them.
The few people Trec passed in the street kept their distance, though their eyes were all locked on the three prey crammed into the Scivoli’s gut. Trec could’ve made their body opaque any time they wanted, but they couldn’t resist showing off their gluttony that night.
“I’d like to thank you three for donating so much mass to a humble paladin like myself. Now there’ll be even more weight behind the punches I throw! And of course more room in my belly for more outlaws~” Trec’s laughter shook their middle, burying the conscious kobold beneath his dozing friends.
Trec continued the teasing their whole way home. They hoped none of the other members of their Order were still awake. For some reason they weren’t very supportive of Trec’s voracious approach to handling things. At least they weren’t the ones ending up in his belly. Usually.
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