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The King of Doughnuts (Gift Story for Archie)
Howdy y'all! I have quite a large flood of gift stories that'll be filling up my gallery over the next few months. The first of which, is a late birthday present for a friend of mine 
Arkson_!!! Happy Birthday, Archie! Hope you and everyone else enjoy!
Matt the Wolf and Archie the Phearal decide to go head to head in a doughnut eating showdown! I wonder who'll win! I wonder who might puke! I wonder...what could possibly go wrong?
Enjoy!!!
The King of Doughnuts
“I mean it, there is absolutely no one who can beat me. No one!” triumphantly laughed the phearal, as he stood proudly, stomping one of his feet on the sidewalk’s curb.
Archie and Matt had been hanging outside of Rascal’s Doughnuts and Coffee, laughing about anything that came to mind, when the subject of doughnuts came up. After he took a few bites out of a wonderful chocolate eclair, the friendly but pride-prone phearal decided to make a boastful remark, claiming himself to be the biggest eater of the two.
The white wolf chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief as he said “Archie, Archie, Archie...you see, here’s the thing…I’ve been downing doughnuts since I was five years old, and if my waist says anything, it’s that I absolutely adore doughnuts.”
The wolf stood up for a moment and gave a hearty slap to his gut, chuckling as he saw a slight bounce from his tubby tummy. Archie laughed as the wolf gave a fake grunt and folded in half, the phearal holding his jiggling gut and helping Matt ease himself back down to the curb.
“Looks like someone got carried away with the swing! Anyways, what does your body shape have to do with how many doughnuts you eat? You drink large sodas like every five minutes! Those doughnuts probably don’t even make up five percent of your tubbiness, wolfy!” Archie guffawed, sighing before taking a monstrous bite out of a scrumptious strawberry iced donut.
“Besides, I'm quite a bit larger than you, you know…” growled the phearal, picking up his tank top for the wolf to admire and gawk at Archie’s large belly, which with a slap, sloshed and bounced like waves in the sea.
“W-Well, I’m just saying there’s no way you could beat me at a doughnut eating contest. I am a world-class face stuffer! No one on this beautiful planet can ever beat me.”
Archie grinned and said, “Okay then, you know what? I hereby challenge you to a doughnut-eating binge. I mean, I’m talking about absolutely stuffing each other silly with doughnuts. And whoever outlasts the other wins glory and bragging rights over the other.”
Matt thought for a second, weighing the prideful benefits and abdominal negatives, before smiling and shaking Archie’s hand. Immediately, both friends dashed around town, rushing to buy up the stock of every available doughnut in every shop and bakery in town. The two sped through miles and miles of urban sprawl, with the both of them draining each city block of its doughnut supply. The wolf and phearal made sure to buy up every single cruller, jelly-filled, glazed, cake and every kind of doughnut in between. They had some big plans in store.
A few hours later, they flew back to Archie's apartment with the last boxes and bags of doughnuts. The two stared in awe at the mountain of pastries that took up Archie’s kitchen and dining room.
“That’s a lot of doughnuts.” Matt whispered, barely processing the unscalable amount of pastries that stuffed the apartment from wall to wall.
“Sure is…I don’t even remember how many we got…” whispered Archie, staring at the sea of doughnut treats. “Oh, we still need to lay out the rules!”
“Oh, yeah! Almost forgot!” chuckled Matt. “Right then. Ok, um…the first rule! First rule, whoever taps out first is the loser, and, should the situation arise, whoever…ahem…pukes first, also loses. And the second and final rule! The second rule is that no one is allowed to sabotage the other! So, no hot sauce filled doughnuts, no inflating doughnuts, none of that! So we gotta take a few minutes and get rid of any doughnuts from Belly Laughs Bakery Emporium! And that concludes the reading of the rules!”
Taking a few minutes, the two dug through the piles and piles of desserts, making sure that every doughnut that would give the other an unfair advantage was in the trash bin. Archie gave a sigh as he hesitantly threw away the last one, a uniquely devilish habanero-jelly donut that would have forced the wolf to swell and flood his belly in milk.
“Well, we got our entire stock for the contest, we established the rules, and got rid of all prank doughnuts! Guess there’s nothing left to do but dig in!” Archie said as he grabbed a perfectly glazed doughnut and munched half of it down. The sweet glaze danced on his tongue as it traveled down to his stomach. Every bite of the doughnut was pure bliss.
Archie glanced to see Matt crying tears of joy as he shoveled as many red velvet doughnuts and blueberry-jelly filled doughnuts as he could at once, already giving his belly a slight bulge.
“That’s it, that’s how I’m gonna win. Just let him tire himself out and I’ll be good...” Archie thought to himself as he savored a raspberry-filled doughnut.
“Come on, little buddy…I know you’re around Archie somewhere! Knock him out before I get too sick to win…” smuggly thought Matt, the wolf finishing off another glazed cake doughnut.
Bite after bite disappeared into the two competitors’ bellies, gradually making them more full by the second. As piles of munched doughnut mush kept slipping into the stomachs of the two friends, their bellies began to balloon and stretch, sloshing and swaying as they dashed all around the room.
Slight cramps and pangs of pain hit their stomachs, but they kept pushing through, trying to last longer than the other. While Archie had a good eating pace, Matt just kept shoveling more and more doughnuts in, no longer caring about chewing. He was enjoying himself, without a care for his upset tummy. He knew he was going to win…
After about fifteen minutes, Archie had managed to finish off forty-one doughnuts, while Matt had stuffed in eighty-six doughnuts. Despite his significant lead, the wolf was already sinking into Bellyache Town. Swallowing his eighty-seventh doughnut, the wolf’s eyes widened as a loud groan erupted from his gut.
“Ergh, the going’s gettin’ a little tougher right now” thought Matt, glancing at his bulging and squirming belly.
“Anna gif uh yeh?” Archie asked, his mouth utterly stuffed with doughnuts. Matt glared at the phearal.
“In your dreams, budd-eeuuurrp!!!” belched Matt, slapping a paw to his face to prevent any more burps from escaping.
Finishing his mouthful of doughnuts, Archie grinned as he said “Oh, you poor puppy. This is what you get when you stuff yourself.” The phearal poked the wolf’s stomach, leading to the wolf’s belly to groan in discomfort. As the gurgle grew louder, Matt had to turn his head and cover his mouth, stifling another monstrous belch.
“Hehe, what’s wrong wolfy? You seem to be slowing down a bit! Go on, go on! Snack some more!”
Matt grudgingly grabbed a handful of doughnuts and stuffed them in his maw, his confident eyes glaring at Archie as the phearal slipped a few more doughnuts down his gullet. Whether it was strength, or just plain old arrogance, the pain in the wolf’s stomach dissipated, and it even felt as if more room was opening up in his gut.
“I’ll show you who’s the king, Archie…just you wait…” the wolf thought, shoving another dozen doughnuts down his gullet.
After a few hours, not only had Archie caught up to Matt, but the two competitors had begun to slow down, nearly reaching a standstill as they finished doughnut number three hundred fifty-seven. As he bit into another blueberry jelly cruller, Archie tried with all his might to swallow, with his throat doing its best to keep more food from making the phearal feel more overstuffed than he already did. He grunted as he swallowed down the doughnut chunks, panting as he felt it get squished down into the half-digested mush in his distended gut.
The wolf, on the other side of the room, was doing way worse. His belly gurgles and groans were so loud, they could have been heard by the neighbors, and his cheeks were greener than a spoonful of matcha. His sickly moans gained sympathy from Archie, but after a rather nasty belch, the phearal had to try and ignore the sickly wolf to keep himself from getting sick. The wolf had resorted to lying on his back to massage his belly as he kept eating, though it didn’t help that much, especially when the nauseous hiccups began.
“M-Matt…I know this is rude, but could you tell your stomach to shut up?”
The wolf opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a large BRRuuuuAAAAPPP escaped his belly, making the wolf throw his hands to his mouth before anything else came up. When he finally soothed his belly enough to talk, the wolf nauseously answered Archie.
“I really wish I could…but if my -HIC- tummy isn’t happy, it’s gonna make sure everyone -HIC- knows it…HIC…”
The two begrudgingly continued their competition, slowly stretching for the doughnuts that laid around them, since neither of them had the strength nor the balance to waddle to the bigger piles of doughnuts.
The wolf reached for another, wincing as his belly gave a large grrRRroOoOOAaoorrrrllbbb, almost as if it was begging the wolf not to take another bite. Through a painful frown, Matt closed his eyes shut, shakily inched the doughnut towards his drool-drenched maw, and took a bite. Finally putting away his foolish notion of eating in the fast lane, he began to chew, forcing his teeth to mash the first half of the whipped cream stuffed doughnut.
Then, he strained, almost tearing up as he made a huge gulp, forcing down the doughnut into his distended belly. And, after one last hiccup, he sent the other half in, slowly chewing and straining to swallow. And with that, the doughnut was tightly packed away into the cesspool of half-digested doughnuts.
But, something strange happened, something that came back to bite Matt in his butt, or in this case, his gut.
All of a sudden, a weird rumbling could be heard from the wolf’s belly bulge. Matt’s stomach began to make strange sloshes and churns, writhing and expanding slightly as it gave what sounded like confused groans. The wolf’s eyes widened as his belly squirmed and writhed, sloshing and groaning like an angry ocean. He sent his paws down onto his gut, massaging it in circles and softly kneading it to calm it down, but to no avail. Finally, with a great crescendoing GrRRrrooOOOaaarrrBBLLL, the wolf’s tummy expanded mere millimeters away from the ceiling in a matter of seconds.
With a small stomach groan, Matt did his best to stifle yet another gross belch. Unfortunately for him, the burp was persistent, and as the air drained from his puffed cheeks, a little bit of whipped cream followed the burp out through his nose as he snorted.
Archie smiled. He knew the wolf had tried to trick him, and fell for his own trick doughnuts. But, the phearal decided that it would be fun to play with the wolf.
“Oh my! What a horrible turn of events! What -uuuUURRRP- happened, Matt? Did someone break their own -BEEAAAALCH- rule? Or did that prank doughnut appear all by itself?”
The wolf knew he had been caught. So with a sigh, Matt rubbed his aching belly and weakly answered, “I may have accidentally thrown in some whipped cream inflation doughnuts from Belly Laughs…may have…”
The phearal gave a proud smile, raising an eyebrow.
“And…?”
Matt rolled his eyes, giving a weak smile before he acquiesced to Archie’s bumptious teasing.
“And…because I cheated, you are the undisputed champion and, you shall be knighted as Archie, the King of Doughnuts, and Duke of Pastries and Sweets…happy?” groaned the wolf.
After taking a few minutes, groaning and straining to stand up with the monumental gut he held in his hands, Archie wheezed and gave a pained laugh of triumph. After gaining and keeping some sort of balance, the phearal pumped his arms high towards the ceiling, with a huge grin on his face.
“I…phew, I did it!!! I AM THE KING OF DOUGHNUTS!!! All who challenge me, weep from your arrogance, for if you truly quarrel with me, I shall smite you with my mighty stomach!!! BOW DOWN TO THE BRRRUUUUUUAAAAAAAP…DOUGHNUT KING!!!”
But, as he celebrated, the sugar and adrenaline high crumbled, and with one angry belly gurgle, Archie gave a grunt, folding and sitting down. The pure fullness of the phearal’s gut was taking its toll, bringing the triumphant king down a peg. Archie had stumbled down into Matt’s rickety boat of belly troubles.
“Being king isn’t all it’s made out to be, huh Archie?” weakly asked the wolf, patting Archie’s shoulder.
All Archie could do was give a pained belch in response.
The End
Arkson_!!! Happy Birthday, Archie! Hope you and everyone else enjoy! Matt the Wolf and Archie the Phearal decide to go head to head in a doughnut eating showdown! I wonder who'll win! I wonder who might puke! I wonder...what could possibly go wrong?
Enjoy!!!
The King of Doughnuts
“I mean it, there is absolutely no one who can beat me. No one!” triumphantly laughed the phearal, as he stood proudly, stomping one of his feet on the sidewalk’s curb.
Archie and Matt had been hanging outside of Rascal’s Doughnuts and Coffee, laughing about anything that came to mind, when the subject of doughnuts came up. After he took a few bites out of a wonderful chocolate eclair, the friendly but pride-prone phearal decided to make a boastful remark, claiming himself to be the biggest eater of the two.
The white wolf chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief as he said “Archie, Archie, Archie...you see, here’s the thing…I’ve been downing doughnuts since I was five years old, and if my waist says anything, it’s that I absolutely adore doughnuts.”
The wolf stood up for a moment and gave a hearty slap to his gut, chuckling as he saw a slight bounce from his tubby tummy. Archie laughed as the wolf gave a fake grunt and folded in half, the phearal holding his jiggling gut and helping Matt ease himself back down to the curb.
“Looks like someone got carried away with the swing! Anyways, what does your body shape have to do with how many doughnuts you eat? You drink large sodas like every five minutes! Those doughnuts probably don’t even make up five percent of your tubbiness, wolfy!” Archie guffawed, sighing before taking a monstrous bite out of a scrumptious strawberry iced donut.
“Besides, I'm quite a bit larger than you, you know…” growled the phearal, picking up his tank top for the wolf to admire and gawk at Archie’s large belly, which with a slap, sloshed and bounced like waves in the sea.
“W-Well, I’m just saying there’s no way you could beat me at a doughnut eating contest. I am a world-class face stuffer! No one on this beautiful planet can ever beat me.”
Archie grinned and said, “Okay then, you know what? I hereby challenge you to a doughnut-eating binge. I mean, I’m talking about absolutely stuffing each other silly with doughnuts. And whoever outlasts the other wins glory and bragging rights over the other.”
Matt thought for a second, weighing the prideful benefits and abdominal negatives, before smiling and shaking Archie’s hand. Immediately, both friends dashed around town, rushing to buy up the stock of every available doughnut in every shop and bakery in town. The two sped through miles and miles of urban sprawl, with the both of them draining each city block of its doughnut supply. The wolf and phearal made sure to buy up every single cruller, jelly-filled, glazed, cake and every kind of doughnut in between. They had some big plans in store.
A few hours later, they flew back to Archie's apartment with the last boxes and bags of doughnuts. The two stared in awe at the mountain of pastries that took up Archie’s kitchen and dining room.
“That’s a lot of doughnuts.” Matt whispered, barely processing the unscalable amount of pastries that stuffed the apartment from wall to wall.
“Sure is…I don’t even remember how many we got…” whispered Archie, staring at the sea of doughnut treats. “Oh, we still need to lay out the rules!”
“Oh, yeah! Almost forgot!” chuckled Matt. “Right then. Ok, um…the first rule! First rule, whoever taps out first is the loser, and, should the situation arise, whoever…ahem…pukes first, also loses. And the second and final rule! The second rule is that no one is allowed to sabotage the other! So, no hot sauce filled doughnuts, no inflating doughnuts, none of that! So we gotta take a few minutes and get rid of any doughnuts from Belly Laughs Bakery Emporium! And that concludes the reading of the rules!”
Taking a few minutes, the two dug through the piles and piles of desserts, making sure that every doughnut that would give the other an unfair advantage was in the trash bin. Archie gave a sigh as he hesitantly threw away the last one, a uniquely devilish habanero-jelly donut that would have forced the wolf to swell and flood his belly in milk.
“Well, we got our entire stock for the contest, we established the rules, and got rid of all prank doughnuts! Guess there’s nothing left to do but dig in!” Archie said as he grabbed a perfectly glazed doughnut and munched half of it down. The sweet glaze danced on his tongue as it traveled down to his stomach. Every bite of the doughnut was pure bliss.
Archie glanced to see Matt crying tears of joy as he shoveled as many red velvet doughnuts and blueberry-jelly filled doughnuts as he could at once, already giving his belly a slight bulge.
“That’s it, that’s how I’m gonna win. Just let him tire himself out and I’ll be good...” Archie thought to himself as he savored a raspberry-filled doughnut.
“Come on, little buddy…I know you’re around Archie somewhere! Knock him out before I get too sick to win…” smuggly thought Matt, the wolf finishing off another glazed cake doughnut.
Bite after bite disappeared into the two competitors’ bellies, gradually making them more full by the second. As piles of munched doughnut mush kept slipping into the stomachs of the two friends, their bellies began to balloon and stretch, sloshing and swaying as they dashed all around the room.
Slight cramps and pangs of pain hit their stomachs, but they kept pushing through, trying to last longer than the other. While Archie had a good eating pace, Matt just kept shoveling more and more doughnuts in, no longer caring about chewing. He was enjoying himself, without a care for his upset tummy. He knew he was going to win…
After about fifteen minutes, Archie had managed to finish off forty-one doughnuts, while Matt had stuffed in eighty-six doughnuts. Despite his significant lead, the wolf was already sinking into Bellyache Town. Swallowing his eighty-seventh doughnut, the wolf’s eyes widened as a loud groan erupted from his gut.
“Ergh, the going’s gettin’ a little tougher right now” thought Matt, glancing at his bulging and squirming belly.
“Anna gif uh yeh?” Archie asked, his mouth utterly stuffed with doughnuts. Matt glared at the phearal.
“In your dreams, budd-eeuuurrp!!!” belched Matt, slapping a paw to his face to prevent any more burps from escaping.
Finishing his mouthful of doughnuts, Archie grinned as he said “Oh, you poor puppy. This is what you get when you stuff yourself.” The phearal poked the wolf’s stomach, leading to the wolf’s belly to groan in discomfort. As the gurgle grew louder, Matt had to turn his head and cover his mouth, stifling another monstrous belch.
“Hehe, what’s wrong wolfy? You seem to be slowing down a bit! Go on, go on! Snack some more!”
Matt grudgingly grabbed a handful of doughnuts and stuffed them in his maw, his confident eyes glaring at Archie as the phearal slipped a few more doughnuts down his gullet. Whether it was strength, or just plain old arrogance, the pain in the wolf’s stomach dissipated, and it even felt as if more room was opening up in his gut.
“I’ll show you who’s the king, Archie…just you wait…” the wolf thought, shoving another dozen doughnuts down his gullet.
After a few hours, not only had Archie caught up to Matt, but the two competitors had begun to slow down, nearly reaching a standstill as they finished doughnut number three hundred fifty-seven. As he bit into another blueberry jelly cruller, Archie tried with all his might to swallow, with his throat doing its best to keep more food from making the phearal feel more overstuffed than he already did. He grunted as he swallowed down the doughnut chunks, panting as he felt it get squished down into the half-digested mush in his distended gut.
The wolf, on the other side of the room, was doing way worse. His belly gurgles and groans were so loud, they could have been heard by the neighbors, and his cheeks were greener than a spoonful of matcha. His sickly moans gained sympathy from Archie, but after a rather nasty belch, the phearal had to try and ignore the sickly wolf to keep himself from getting sick. The wolf had resorted to lying on his back to massage his belly as he kept eating, though it didn’t help that much, especially when the nauseous hiccups began.
“M-Matt…I know this is rude, but could you tell your stomach to shut up?”
The wolf opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a large BRRuuuuAAAAPPP escaped his belly, making the wolf throw his hands to his mouth before anything else came up. When he finally soothed his belly enough to talk, the wolf nauseously answered Archie.
“I really wish I could…but if my -HIC- tummy isn’t happy, it’s gonna make sure everyone -HIC- knows it…HIC…”
The two begrudgingly continued their competition, slowly stretching for the doughnuts that laid around them, since neither of them had the strength nor the balance to waddle to the bigger piles of doughnuts.
The wolf reached for another, wincing as his belly gave a large grrRRroOoOOAaoorrrrllbbb, almost as if it was begging the wolf not to take another bite. Through a painful frown, Matt closed his eyes shut, shakily inched the doughnut towards his drool-drenched maw, and took a bite. Finally putting away his foolish notion of eating in the fast lane, he began to chew, forcing his teeth to mash the first half of the whipped cream stuffed doughnut.
Then, he strained, almost tearing up as he made a huge gulp, forcing down the doughnut into his distended belly. And, after one last hiccup, he sent the other half in, slowly chewing and straining to swallow. And with that, the doughnut was tightly packed away into the cesspool of half-digested doughnuts.
But, something strange happened, something that came back to bite Matt in his butt, or in this case, his gut.
All of a sudden, a weird rumbling could be heard from the wolf’s belly bulge. Matt’s stomach began to make strange sloshes and churns, writhing and expanding slightly as it gave what sounded like confused groans. The wolf’s eyes widened as his belly squirmed and writhed, sloshing and groaning like an angry ocean. He sent his paws down onto his gut, massaging it in circles and softly kneading it to calm it down, but to no avail. Finally, with a great crescendoing GrRRrrooOOOaaarrrBBLLL, the wolf’s tummy expanded mere millimeters away from the ceiling in a matter of seconds.
With a small stomach groan, Matt did his best to stifle yet another gross belch. Unfortunately for him, the burp was persistent, and as the air drained from his puffed cheeks, a little bit of whipped cream followed the burp out through his nose as he snorted.
Archie smiled. He knew the wolf had tried to trick him, and fell for his own trick doughnuts. But, the phearal decided that it would be fun to play with the wolf.
“Oh my! What a horrible turn of events! What -uuuUURRRP- happened, Matt? Did someone break their own -BEEAAAALCH- rule? Or did that prank doughnut appear all by itself?”
The wolf knew he had been caught. So with a sigh, Matt rubbed his aching belly and weakly answered, “I may have accidentally thrown in some whipped cream inflation doughnuts from Belly Laughs…may have…”
The phearal gave a proud smile, raising an eyebrow.
“And…?”
Matt rolled his eyes, giving a weak smile before he acquiesced to Archie’s bumptious teasing.
“And…because I cheated, you are the undisputed champion and, you shall be knighted as Archie, the King of Doughnuts, and Duke of Pastries and Sweets…happy?” groaned the wolf.
After taking a few minutes, groaning and straining to stand up with the monumental gut he held in his hands, Archie wheezed and gave a pained laugh of triumph. After gaining and keeping some sort of balance, the phearal pumped his arms high towards the ceiling, with a huge grin on his face.
“I…phew, I did it!!! I AM THE KING OF DOUGHNUTS!!! All who challenge me, weep from your arrogance, for if you truly quarrel with me, I shall smite you with my mighty stomach!!! BOW DOWN TO THE BRRRUUUUUUAAAAAAAP…DOUGHNUT KING!!!”
But, as he celebrated, the sugar and adrenaline high crumbled, and with one angry belly gurgle, Archie gave a grunt, folding and sitting down. The pure fullness of the phearal’s gut was taking its toll, bringing the triumphant king down a peg. Archie had stumbled down into Matt’s rickety boat of belly troubles.
“Being king isn’t all it’s made out to be, huh Archie?” weakly asked the wolf, patting Archie’s shoulder.
All Archie could do was give a pained belch in response.
The End
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