Strongmoon's not particularly the sharpest tool in the shed, although he makes up for it by being bigger than one himself. Alongside some massive lungs, you've got a walking himbo timebomb on your hands waiting to be triggered by pork. So, what happens when G.O.O.D decides to exploit it for their personal gain?This somehow ridiculously cathartic for me. I have no idea how I managed to write 4.5k words in the span of two days, but for once I feel genuinely glad of what I wrote. This thing is heavily focused on huffing and puffing, and I did want to make a story of Strongmoon for ages so I guess that contributed to my sudden burst of energy. I intended to include an epilogue of G.O.O.D discussing the aftermath, but I figured it's not really that important to include.
Nevertheless, many thanks to
NightCrestComics for giving me the blessing to write this. I had fun messing around with stuff, including giving Strongmoon a Yorkshire accent on a whim, and I'm slowly molding my brain to be used to the repetition of fetish stuff. It's my first genuine foray into somewhat improving so any comments, criticisms, all that jazz, are welcome (even if my ego doesn't like it).
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