A series commissioned by  Anciano for his friend  CedricBrowning
Guest-starring  Anciano and  darthtater342
Story by Cedric
Art by Yours Truly

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The bells of the main cathedral rang out for two in the afternoon. Every time a bell sang, there was a new visitor entering to the plaza. Muttering, cell phones pointing to the sky, carnival-esque music, and a big wide white sack the size of a bus were covering the area. Several chairs surrounded the mass of fat, with people getting even closer and enjoying a little sweet to accompany their lovely afternoon. A big gray poster could be seen at the center of the tables and the front of the main attraction, announcing ice cream provided by “CeDoughRic.”

“Come on! Come on, ladies and gentleman!” the announcement was heard all over the town, almost singing rhythmically to the bells’ chant. “Come here for the show!” The barker promoted through a big blue megaphone, on the top of the giant white furred mountain. “Ladies and Gentleman! Boys and girls! come on by to see one of the biggest and fattest wolves there is! Four dollars for a hug and you get a Fudgepacker ice cream pop for frrrrreeee!!"

It went like this every week since Brock’s visit to the wolf’s household, now bought and rebuild as the new Fudgepackers™ international matters office. Every Sunday, the Fudgepacker’s restaurant showed the spectacle featuring CeDoughRic in person. The show was about revealing CeDoughRic’s weight progress per week, a fun dynamic suggested by the audience, a QnA session about ice cream and Mexican culture, and those who could pay enough to become VIP customers, could have their ice cream while sitting on him. Luckily for the canine, this last thing didn’t happen at all.

One Sunday after the scheduled show, when Cedric was left to be shown at the public for the rest of the day, the poor canine waited, bored as always, for some real company. While looking at all the places his limited sight could find, he spotted a familiar silhouette entering the establishment. Cedric’s impulse made him try to get up unsuccessfully off of his own ass

Before Cedric could surrender the task, his mouth was already covered by three ice cream popsicles, fighting for space in his maw. The fat wolf bit the popsicles, he had only his mouth to move the desserts inside him. The wolf didn’t realize something was pressing on the upper part of his belly. Now that the frozen pops were completely eaten, he could check for himself what’s going on at his body. It wasn’t any overeating reaction or something of the same nature. Actually, he spotted his old friend Tate sitting on him, with a new friend with him. A slim raccoon with a lab coat.

“So long story short, Bob Klose became a guitarist again, on the solo album of David Gilmour.” Tate finished his argument, waiting for his coonie friend to respond. “And then the Pink Floyd sound has deleted the two words and now is the thing everyone in the music industry knows.”

“Oh wow. Despite all what happened in the past, I can understand Bob even more and wish the best for him,” the small coon responded with a chuckle, as he was raising his chocolate milkshake to the air. “A toast, for the successful careers The Pink Floyd Sound has launched!”

“Huzzah!” Tate raised his hand to the air, toasting his pal, giving the best high five Cedric has spotted in days. Just that was enough to brighten up the exhausted canine’s face.

“Oh Holaaaa!” A cheerful voice could be heard at the distance. The barker was rapidly descending through Cedric’s large amount of folds, reaching the two content friends. “Tatey Tate! How’s the main man doing?” followed as he performed a complicated handshake with the bull. As the barker waddled to his way at the coon, trying not to sink into Cedric’s lard, his lab coated friend was welcomed by a big brown bro fist. “Mekkiro! So good to see you!” Both fists simulated an explosion with waggling fingers.

“Oh hello, boss” Mekkiro blushed at being greeted so warmly. “It’s quite awesome you had this idea after all. And mostly because the experiment finally has...” Before the sentence could completely be said, he got interrupted by his superior.

“Nooo no no no” The barker’s finger wagged. “Don’t call me boss here. I’m a friend at this side of the river. Here are your milkshakes, gentlemen.” A tall rounded white tiger headed to the gentlemen. Not having difficult to climb over the fat mountain without using his hands. holding up the prepared drinks. The drinks were delivered to the VIP customers, and the feline disappeared off the stage in a jump.

Tate hadn’t any trouble with the milkshake. He took a sip of it, and a creamy moustache has drawn over his original beard. The raccoon looked suspiciously to his treat, analyzing every cookie piece that gave permission to be seen through the blurry glass.

“Hold on…” the coon almost came up with an obvious hypothesis.“This is not taken from... ”

The barker once again interrupted his companion, laughing. “You see, we couldn't take Cedric to the factory. Because of international legal things we're still dealign with it, curse you Peña Nieto, and well, mainly because Cedric didn’t get sherbetosis like the others. But hey! It’s an improvement to the company, am I right?” The barker’s smirk slowly waned when he didn't get any laughter or reaction to the comment. “Anyways, I hope you enjoy the visit! It’s so nice to receive the very first VIP customers!”

If he could move his arms, Cedric would clap his hands so the barker could finish his announcements and get off of his belly. The only thing his own fat allowed him to do was to move his head up and down in an approved sign, and that wasn’t for too long due to his multiple chins in the the way. For each time he pressed one of his chins, a river of melted ice cream got out of his folds and trickled down his body.

“Anyways,” the green bull broke the silence, raising his cup to the air. “Bro, if it weren’t for Fudgepackers, I couldn’t find a better way to meet your country and to see you in person! Well… not that it was my idea to send you all that ice cream, anyways.” He laughed.

“Hold on, I thought I sent all the ice cream to Cedric... ” Mekki’s concern involved a different subject this time. “Also, why do you feel so creamy?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” the barker interrupted. “What matters is that Fudgepackers is finally doing business in a different country and this shall be an opportunity to… Hm?”

Cedric’s lower belly was producing a high amount of ice cream sweat, it all covered that part of his body. The barker inspected the phenomenon, and then carefully scooped up a handful of Cedric’s mass, resembling melting ice cream, and put it on his mouth. “Yep, just as I thought."

“Bro,I thought you didn’t get the sherbo… that thing.” Tate asked to his big bro, climbing up to his face. “What does this mean?”

“This means...” the wolf had cleared his throat and simulated a grin as big as his own body “Fudgepackers will have you howling for more!”

The trio laughed about the pun, and it spread to the whole audience at the restaurant, announcing the finale of our story.