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A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside 
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (4/9/16). This story was won by 
fatthoron2, who wanted to see himself inflate. Nothing else, just that. Well, wish granted.
Thoron is © his player.
Word Count: 1200
A Dragon's Inflated Pride
The sun beat down onto the hard stone of a discreetly tucked away floating island, its existence a mystery to those who could not embrace the sky in their arms. Surrounded by a layer of clouds, it would be only by luck that you came upon it, and that was how Thoron the Dragon King liked it. Though wiser than many, he was also a being of pride, and the tremendous dragon did not take kindly to those who do not carry themselves with proper manners in his makeshift court. The tremendous black dragon himself rested comfortably in a stony grotto, with a lovely view of the world below by his lolling head. Stretching lazily, the dragon rolled about onto his back, so that the warm sunlight could embrace his rigid belly scales. Being a dragon of black allowed him to enjoy the rich sunlight all the more than other colours of his kin. His obsidian scales absorbed the light like a sponge, the heat keeping his external warm while his caldera of flame within kept his insides warm. But however pleasant the sun was, a Dragon King can only laze about for so long.
Carrying himself regally, he rolled back onto his front, Thoron’s muscular arms forcing his body into standing position, which wasn’t much different from his lying position, due to how broad his torso was. Flexing his mighty wings, the black dragon took to the skies, his powerful form casting a shadow upon his floating island as he surveyed his domain. There were no new seekers of wisdom today, leaving his lands rather barren save for the fledgling plants that grew there. Hmm, what was that? Something in a nearby grove had caught his sharp eye, and he leaned into a dive, landing amongst the fruitless trees, or at least they were supposed to be fruitless. In the middle of the grove, where no plants grew, was a tree he had never seen before. Its bark was pure gold, and a single apple-like fruit hung from its limber branch.
Eying it cautiously, Thoron reached out and plucked the fruit, the golden plant withering away without its bud. The dragon eyed the fruit curiously, having never seen a golden fruit before, but it surely must’ve been a sign of good fortune that his island had grown one. Thoron frowned as he considered as to what he should do with it. If he kept it, its golden lustre would fade as it rotted, and he was not if burying it would allow it to grow into a new plant. It was a gamble, but a fruit was meant to be eaten, and that was what he intended to do with it. Popping the gleaming fruit into his maw, the black dragon chewed it slowly, finding the fruit full of a rather pleasant and sweet nectar. Rolling it about, the dragon found it most agreeable as he swallowed it all with a wet gulp. Though such a small thing did not satisfy his stomach, it did satisfy his sense of taste. He licked hip scaly flips, to suck any lingering traces of juice that may cling to them. Nodding thoughtfully, the dragon conceded that that was a delectable fruit, and a good distraction from his boredom. But upon leaving the grove, a strange feeling came over Thoron. Jaw twisting about, a sour feeling gripped it tightly as pressure built in his throat. Bulging his thick neck, the dragon opened wide, a phenomenal belch escaping his mouth, shaking the land and trees around him. “How peculiar, I have never belched like that before” the Dragon King curiously remarked.
Pressing a hand to his chest, Thoron continued to feel most queer, especially now that his capacious stomach trembled and grumbled frightfully loud. Grunting audibly, intense pressure filled his groaning guts, and his back legs locked together as he collapsed forwards, the pain in his stomach not letting up. “What is happening to me?” Thoron questioned.
Such a thing was answered quickly, once the back dragon felt something brush against his feet. Trying to look back, the beefy dragon could not see what had touched him, but instead inferred as his bloated stomach grumbled. His middle was inflating most prodigiously, and it was currently forcing his thick legs apart to make room for it all. Struggling about, the Dragon King tried to force himself to belch in order to relieve himself, but the potent air refused to budge. It only made matters worse as his hind-quarters raised into the air, the pressure within having grown large enough to force his legs from the floor. Struggling about, the blimping dragon forced his front claws into the ground to counterbalance it, but the gas within was stubborn, and his claws dug uselessly into the ground as he forced against it. Grunting and straining, his rump continued to rise atop his majestically large and straining middle, his scales groaning from the internal pressure, the fine black things slowly forced apart by his unstoppable inflation. “If this persist, I might burst” Thoron grimly realized.
Flapping his wings, the dragon got himself airborne, albeit rather ridiculously as his hind legs were forced apart by his bloated stomach, the dragon a bulky pear-shape as his thick tail thickened, jutting straight out like a balloon animal. Thoron grunted and strained as he continued to inflate, his bulky chest rounding outwards once the errant growth reached it. He pressed a claw against his taut scales, and his body pressed back with greater force, pushing his claws away. The Dragon King gasped in surprise, his awe replaced by strained grunts as his enormous middle gave him more lift than he bargained for. So wide and inflated now, his hindquarters filled with air, thick tyres forming at his legs as his turgid and taut limbs were gradually sucked into his body. And just as quickly his chest swelled, rounding out his body into a football like shape. It was more than peculiar to feel it, but Thoron was far too upset by the intense pressure filling him up to really focus on the absurdity of the situation. The dragon merely grunted and groaned, his scaly body doing the same now that his forelegs jutted out perpendicular to his body, before also slowly absorbing into his body. If anything, he was truly glad for the thick metal band around his neck protecting it from the gas, but that may have been wishful thinking once his swollen scaly body pinched around it, his torso coming to his head as he flapped uselessly about, his limbs nothing more than claws and feet jutting out of his enormous egg-shaped body, and finally his wings gave out.
Sailing downwards, Thoron luckily crashed softly in his grotto, his body humorously bouncing like a ball, before he beat his wings to steady himself. Lying atop his taut belly, the dragon grunted in annoyance. “Eating that apple may not have been the wisest thing I have done today” he begrudgingly admitted to his groaning and creaking body.
While the inflation had all but ceased, the dragon was left rather heftily inflated, and feeling very, very silly indeed.
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (4/9/16). This story was won by 
fatthoron2, who wanted to see himself inflate. Nothing else, just that. Well, wish granted..:Rated general for:.
>InflationThoron is © his player.
Word Count: 1200
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.A Dragon's Inflated Pride
The sun beat down onto the hard stone of a discreetly tucked away floating island, its existence a mystery to those who could not embrace the sky in their arms. Surrounded by a layer of clouds, it would be only by luck that you came upon it, and that was how Thoron the Dragon King liked it. Though wiser than many, he was also a being of pride, and the tremendous dragon did not take kindly to those who do not carry themselves with proper manners in his makeshift court. The tremendous black dragon himself rested comfortably in a stony grotto, with a lovely view of the world below by his lolling head. Stretching lazily, the dragon rolled about onto his back, so that the warm sunlight could embrace his rigid belly scales. Being a dragon of black allowed him to enjoy the rich sunlight all the more than other colours of his kin. His obsidian scales absorbed the light like a sponge, the heat keeping his external warm while his caldera of flame within kept his insides warm. But however pleasant the sun was, a Dragon King can only laze about for so long.
Carrying himself regally, he rolled back onto his front, Thoron’s muscular arms forcing his body into standing position, which wasn’t much different from his lying position, due to how broad his torso was. Flexing his mighty wings, the black dragon took to the skies, his powerful form casting a shadow upon his floating island as he surveyed his domain. There were no new seekers of wisdom today, leaving his lands rather barren save for the fledgling plants that grew there. Hmm, what was that? Something in a nearby grove had caught his sharp eye, and he leaned into a dive, landing amongst the fruitless trees, or at least they were supposed to be fruitless. In the middle of the grove, where no plants grew, was a tree he had never seen before. Its bark was pure gold, and a single apple-like fruit hung from its limber branch.
Eying it cautiously, Thoron reached out and plucked the fruit, the golden plant withering away without its bud. The dragon eyed the fruit curiously, having never seen a golden fruit before, but it surely must’ve been a sign of good fortune that his island had grown one. Thoron frowned as he considered as to what he should do with it. If he kept it, its golden lustre would fade as it rotted, and he was not if burying it would allow it to grow into a new plant. It was a gamble, but a fruit was meant to be eaten, and that was what he intended to do with it. Popping the gleaming fruit into his maw, the black dragon chewed it slowly, finding the fruit full of a rather pleasant and sweet nectar. Rolling it about, the dragon found it most agreeable as he swallowed it all with a wet gulp. Though such a small thing did not satisfy his stomach, it did satisfy his sense of taste. He licked hip scaly flips, to suck any lingering traces of juice that may cling to them. Nodding thoughtfully, the dragon conceded that that was a delectable fruit, and a good distraction from his boredom. But upon leaving the grove, a strange feeling came over Thoron. Jaw twisting about, a sour feeling gripped it tightly as pressure built in his throat. Bulging his thick neck, the dragon opened wide, a phenomenal belch escaping his mouth, shaking the land and trees around him. “How peculiar, I have never belched like that before” the Dragon King curiously remarked.
Pressing a hand to his chest, Thoron continued to feel most queer, especially now that his capacious stomach trembled and grumbled frightfully loud. Grunting audibly, intense pressure filled his groaning guts, and his back legs locked together as he collapsed forwards, the pain in his stomach not letting up. “What is happening to me?” Thoron questioned.
Such a thing was answered quickly, once the back dragon felt something brush against his feet. Trying to look back, the beefy dragon could not see what had touched him, but instead inferred as his bloated stomach grumbled. His middle was inflating most prodigiously, and it was currently forcing his thick legs apart to make room for it all. Struggling about, the Dragon King tried to force himself to belch in order to relieve himself, but the potent air refused to budge. It only made matters worse as his hind-quarters raised into the air, the pressure within having grown large enough to force his legs from the floor. Struggling about, the blimping dragon forced his front claws into the ground to counterbalance it, but the gas within was stubborn, and his claws dug uselessly into the ground as he forced against it. Grunting and straining, his rump continued to rise atop his majestically large and straining middle, his scales groaning from the internal pressure, the fine black things slowly forced apart by his unstoppable inflation. “If this persist, I might burst” Thoron grimly realized.
Flapping his wings, the dragon got himself airborne, albeit rather ridiculously as his hind legs were forced apart by his bloated stomach, the dragon a bulky pear-shape as his thick tail thickened, jutting straight out like a balloon animal. Thoron grunted and strained as he continued to inflate, his bulky chest rounding outwards once the errant growth reached it. He pressed a claw against his taut scales, and his body pressed back with greater force, pushing his claws away. The Dragon King gasped in surprise, his awe replaced by strained grunts as his enormous middle gave him more lift than he bargained for. So wide and inflated now, his hindquarters filled with air, thick tyres forming at his legs as his turgid and taut limbs were gradually sucked into his body. And just as quickly his chest swelled, rounding out his body into a football like shape. It was more than peculiar to feel it, but Thoron was far too upset by the intense pressure filling him up to really focus on the absurdity of the situation. The dragon merely grunted and groaned, his scaly body doing the same now that his forelegs jutted out perpendicular to his body, before also slowly absorbing into his body. If anything, he was truly glad for the thick metal band around his neck protecting it from the gas, but that may have been wishful thinking once his swollen scaly body pinched around it, his torso coming to his head as he flapped uselessly about, his limbs nothing more than claws and feet jutting out of his enormous egg-shaped body, and finally his wings gave out.
Sailing downwards, Thoron luckily crashed softly in his grotto, his body humorously bouncing like a ball, before he beat his wings to steady himself. Lying atop his taut belly, the dragon grunted in annoyance. “Eating that apple may not have been the wisest thing I have done today” he begrudgingly admitted to his groaning and creaking body.
While the inflation had all but ceased, the dragon was left rather heftily inflated, and feeling very, very silly indeed.
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So, that's what happens when you eat a golden fruit *Takes Notes*
This story was rather enjoyable, compared to quite a few I've read that were inflation based. Especially for how short it was. If there's one thing I really liked was the fact that you got straight to story without bogging it down with a massive amount of description. Call it a pet-peeve of mine, but I don't believe that the writer needs to beat the readers over the head with a Chinese phonebook worth of words to describe something. Be it a Setting, a Character's Design, or even their Personality. And you're one of the very few writers I've seen that didn't put the story on Pause to explain this. "What's the Setting?" A discreetly tucked away floating island *Snaps fingers* Done. "What's the weather like?" So that the warm sunlight could embrace his rigid belly scales. *Snaps fingers* Done. You describe the setting AS you tell the story. You describe the Character(s) AS the story progresses. And I love that!
I've read so many of them lately that feel like they need to force the exact picture of a character inside of the reader's head before they can even carry on with the story, and it really slows the story down to a crawl. Let alone, if you're on a word limit. Seriously, I've read stories that used 1200 words to describe a single character's Dress before. Was it important? No! It never came up again! And this brings me to my second point (or Star, if you will):
He was truly glad for the thick metal band around his neck protecting it from the gas
This line was about 90% into the story, and I'm pretty sure the metal band wasn't mentioned earlier, and that is Not a Bad Thing. You only really need to describe things like accessories When they become important, and that's exactly what you did. I don't remember seeing any mention of the green markings on Thoron's face/head. Why? Because they were not Important (enough) yet. Again: Love! All the Love!
If I had to make one suggestion out of this short story that I would change, it would only be to use a different word for Dragon once in a while to throw into the mix. Wyrm (Or, Great Wyrm in Thoron's case, if he's old enough to be called one) would be a good substitute. And if the readers don't know what it is, they should A: have Google at their fingertips, or B: be able to figure it out within the story. Actually, an example here: You used the word Tyres instead of Tires in here somewhereland, and my first thought was that it was a typo. But I took a moment to look into it, and found out it's actually the same word, just spelled differently in English outside of North America. So... The More You Know! Yay!
Okay, before I get banned once again from the keyboard for making another wall-of-text-for-a-comment... Good job, mate. Keep up the good work!
This story was rather enjoyable, compared to quite a few I've read that were inflation based. Especially for how short it was. If there's one thing I really liked was the fact that you got straight to story without bogging it down with a massive amount of description. Call it a pet-peeve of mine, but I don't believe that the writer needs to beat the readers over the head with a Chinese phonebook worth of words to describe something. Be it a Setting, a Character's Design, or even their Personality. And you're one of the very few writers I've seen that didn't put the story on Pause to explain this. "What's the Setting?" A discreetly tucked away floating island *Snaps fingers* Done. "What's the weather like?" So that the warm sunlight could embrace his rigid belly scales. *Snaps fingers* Done. You describe the setting AS you tell the story. You describe the Character(s) AS the story progresses. And I love that!
I've read so many of them lately that feel like they need to force the exact picture of a character inside of the reader's head before they can even carry on with the story, and it really slows the story down to a crawl. Let alone, if you're on a word limit. Seriously, I've read stories that used 1200 words to describe a single character's Dress before. Was it important? No! It never came up again! And this brings me to my second point (or Star, if you will):
He was truly glad for the thick metal band around his neck protecting it from the gas
This line was about 90% into the story, and I'm pretty sure the metal band wasn't mentioned earlier, and that is Not a Bad Thing. You only really need to describe things like accessories When they become important, and that's exactly what you did. I don't remember seeing any mention of the green markings on Thoron's face/head. Why? Because they were not Important (enough) yet. Again: Love! All the Love!
If I had to make one suggestion out of this short story that I would change, it would only be to use a different word for Dragon once in a while to throw into the mix. Wyrm (Or, Great Wyrm in Thoron's case, if he's old enough to be called one) would be a good substitute. And if the readers don't know what it is, they should A: have Google at their fingertips, or B: be able to figure it out within the story. Actually, an example here: You used the word Tyres instead of Tires in here somewhereland, and my first thought was that it was a typo. But I took a moment to look into it, and found out it's actually the same word, just spelled differently in English outside of North America. So... The More You Know! Yay!
Okay, before I get banned once again from the keyboard for making another wall-of-text-for-a-comment... Good job, mate. Keep up the good work!
Y'know... I've spent all day trying to find a way to respond to this, I really have. I know you wrote all of that with the best intent in mind, but truth is I'm not fond of this piece. You don't know this, but this request was born from bare minimum information given to me. This was me working with stones to make an exact replica of the Eiffel Tower, to put it simply enough. I had to put my nose to the grindstone to put enough meat into it to even CALL it a story while also working annoyed to boot.
I didn't bother to describe Thoron's appearance because I had linked an image I assumed people would look at, since links are just so damn tantalizing. It's why I didn't mention his accessory, since those who looked at it would know it's there.
And, I don't know what else to say at this point, I really don't. It's incredibly bizarre to receive such a large comment on a work that took me 30 minutes to do.
I didn't bother to describe Thoron's appearance because I had linked an image I assumed people would look at, since links are just so damn tantalizing. It's why I didn't mention his accessory, since those who looked at it would know it's there.
And, I don't know what else to say at this point, I really don't. It's incredibly bizarre to receive such a large comment on a work that took me 30 minutes to do.
I can definitely understand where you're coming from. I believe many people have done/written pieces that got a lot of attention where the artist clearly didn't like it. People will find attraction in the oddest of things. So, let me try wording this in a different way: that large comment may be on the Page of "A Dragon's Inflated Pride," but it was For the Writer. The story is used as an example of the things I think you did correctly, that I liked in a story, and the little things that just made it seem more enjoyable. The comment was for You and your Skills/Actions, be them intentional or not. I felt like they deserved notification and attention Regardless if you were fond of it or not, the sheer fact that you did construct this using the bear minimum still still rather impressive, let alone for the time frame.
In the end, do note that 372-ish people (as of this moment) did look at it, and probably enjoyed it. It's just a shame that only two people said they did... MAYBE 3, as I'm sure the who requested it was pleased.
In the end, do note that 372-ish people (as of this moment) did look at it, and probably enjoyed it. It's just a shame that only two people said they did... MAYBE 3, as I'm sure the who requested it was pleased.
Yeah, I figured it was directed at me, rather than the story. It was just particularly grating that it had to be this one of all stories. But yeah, it's the old saying: Show, don't tell. Some people fail to understand the nature of that line, in which you shouldn't only show, and you shouldn't only tell. Both have their place, and they shouldn't be overused.
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