Long-haul truck driving was supposed to be a big adventure before moving onto more sensible things. A year or two on the road to gain some experience, see a beautiful country from one end to the other, and help rest come a little easier when life threw an unexpected bill or two. For Holt and Nickel, it had become a blur of sensations. The vibrations of the road and the engines rumbling through their bodies, the lurch of braking and the reassuring shove in the back of a hard acceleration after a boring stretch of waiting. As the novelty of the job became routine, it was the moments between driving that grew in importance. The smell of beer and burgers after a long day. The smile of a plump server bearing loaded trays, a ‘can I get ya’ll dessert?’ on his lips. The brush of cool wind on exposed underbelly fur that a shirt no longer covered. The stretch of cramped limbs, swaggering from the truck to the diner, and the strained waddle back, satisfied and sleepy.
It was only when Nickel gave a lost motorist complete directions back to his home state without having to think about it, and when Holt diverted around three miles of bad traffic down a back-road route without even looking at a GPS, that the two of them realised that they had grown into the job, and beyond, into the role of the trucker. It was a comfortable fit, and about the only thing that fit properly, as shirts rode up and buttons on cutoffs and cargo shorts tore off widening waistlines. It was a point of amusement to them that the more miles they traveled, the fewer and slower the steps they could plod from truck to buffet and back without stopping to give their overfed stomachs a rest. It was times like these that Holt and Nickel could take a moment to appreciate what they had turned into - a pair of dozy-eyed, ball-bellied truckers, belching and hiccuping between mouthfuls of a never-ending cross-country gourmet of grease.
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Booknut's handsome new coyote Holt. I decided I'd steal... er, borrow his more traditional art style, with paper cut-out sound effects, as well as trying out more of my faux-marker colouring style.
I don't think Nickel will have a mullet by default, but maybe this can all be part of a trucker!Nickel alternate design. I am loathsomely proud of the mullet idea.
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It was only when Nickel gave a lost motorist complete directions back to his home state without having to think about it, and when Holt diverted around three miles of bad traffic down a back-road route without even looking at a GPS, that the two of them realised that they had grown into the job, and beyond, into the role of the trucker. It was a comfortable fit, and about the only thing that fit properly, as shirts rode up and buttons on cutoffs and cargo shorts tore off widening waistlines. It was a point of amusement to them that the more miles they traveled, the fewer and slower the steps they could plod from truck to buffet and back without stopping to give their overfed stomachs a rest. It was times like these that Holt and Nickel could take a moment to appreciate what they had turned into - a pair of dozy-eyed, ball-bellied truckers, belching and hiccuping between mouthfuls of a never-ending cross-country gourmet of grease.
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Shameless hornypost featuring
Booknut's handsome new coyote Holt. I decided I'd steal... er, borrow his more traditional art style, with paper cut-out sound effects, as well as trying out more of my faux-marker colouring style.I don't think Nickel will have a mullet by default, but maybe this can all be part of a trucker!Nickel alternate design. I am loathsomely proud of the mullet idea.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Coyote
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