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SO YESH, I indulged myself and commishmisshed a story by 
Circ of our favorite jerky dragon Garble, from mlp -u-
SO, here it is, and if you have money to throw at things, throw it at Circ so that he may write you all smut and then roll around in the money like fat kitties do :D
and then maybe eat some of it :D
Story by Circ
Icon art by me http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9875451/
Garble belongs to Hasbro
The package arrived with no fanfare at all. No letter, no special wrapping paper, not even a note explaining where it had come from. That was why the contents puzzled Wolf so much. Someone had had to know that he would like the present that had come within. Otherwise, why would they have purchased it for him? With the material it was made of, and the obvious care that had been put into each individual scale, it was likely that this thing was at least a thousand dollars. It was probably a lot greater.
Wolf laid out the costume on the bed. Carefully, of course, he didn't even know who to send it to if it needed mending. It was made of a composition of red and beige colored latex and fabric, and large enough to fit his body. Almost the entirety of it was covered in dark red sequin-like scales. Sequins were the only thing Wolf could compare them to, although they felt a lot more realistic than that material. Of course, it would be stupid to cover an entire costume with real scales, but then again, this did seem like an expensive costume... There was an extremely detailed tail covered in orange spines coming out of the backside, and from the way it resisted his attempts to squish it down with his grip, there was some sort of hard material in it to keep it from just flopping everywhere... some sort of soft PVC tubing? Wolf didn't know... in fact, this was his first real full-body costume. What he had achieved before had been done with clothing, a bit of makeup, and some hair-gel. This would definitely take some getting used to...
Not that he would mind getting used to it, of course. Not with something as beautiful as this costume. The orange spikes on the tail continued up the costume's back and ended in an orange fin that crawled up the back of its head and terminated near the brow. On the costume's front, sculpted latex beige ridges crawled up the belly and ended around the thick, muscular chest piece. It was prominent, but the part that drew the eye most, and what Wolf believed to be the best part of the costume, was the head piece. It was perfectly molded, with a sharp-toothed cocky sneer, a slightly upturned snout, yellowed beady eyes, and bushy eyebrows.
It was an incredibly detailed copy of Garble the dragon's visage. Wolf had loved that cocky brash jerkass when he had shown up in Dragon Quest. The way he threw himself around, how he carried himself, even his voice... it was incredibly awesome. It was like this costume had just as much awesomeness around it, like it was putting out a buzzing force field of awesome that washed over everything around it.
With that in mind, and considering the package hadn't been filled with anthrax or anything else dangerous... what exactly was stopping Wolf from putting it on right now? There was no one else in the house to worry about catching him in it. He wouldn't even need to worry about finding a hiding place for it until a couple hours from now when his father came home. With that in mind, Wolf committed to his new present.
The zipper on the back parted easily enough. It was almost as if the material wanted to open up for him with no resistance. It was a good feeling not having to worry about snagging the zipper on any sequins or fabric and ripping something out this early. Wolf kicked off his sneakers before placing his feet in and feeling the soft, padded material inside press against his feet as they slipped into the wide three-clawed sections the inside of the suit had set out for them. His hands were next, dark tanned arms slipping in and rubbing up against the material inside. At the moment, it was like wearing a leotard made entirely out of pillows. If he could, and if he wasn't worried about damaging the suit, Wolf would have used it as pajamas. Maybe without the head, though...
The costume's head would change everything. Wolf wasn't sure at first whether he wanted to wear his glasses inside the suit as he reached back and began to zip himself up again. What if he managed to bend them? He eventually decided to take them off, a slight blur coming over his vision as he reached over with his clawed hands... Wolf paused a minute to stare at those pointed fingers before clenching them into a scaled fist. This was so awesome already... Why didn't he have the head on already?! What had he been wasting his time on? Wolf threw the glasses carelessly onto his bed before grabbing the head piece and lowering it slowly onto his own. His dark black hair, human nose, calm eyes, and slight stubble all disappeared as it was subsumed by an unchanging image of a dragon primed and ready to do whatever he well pleased.
If Wolf didn't know any better, he would have said that he was falling in love with the image in front of himself. Of course, that was a pretty stupid way to feel about a costume, wasn't it? Still, it did look even more cool in motion, didn't it? He turned around and stared at his back in the full-body mirror in his room. A sudden twitch in his muscles caused him to roll his shoulders a little, and the movement caused two objects to slide out from what had to be a pocket in the costume's back that he had missed before. Beige, slightly tattered film hung suspended from two slightly bent red poles... Wings! Wolf gave a surprised gasp as he stared them over. It was like the suit got better and better by the second.
In fact, it was perfect. It made it feel perfect. Someone somewhere said that it made him even look perfect, which caused Wolf to turn around and yell a bit just to check if someone had broken into his house and was now watching him put the suit on while they were jerking off in the corner or something. No one was there though, but that didn't make Wolf feel any better.
He would have bet one of his testicles that he had just heard something. If it wasn't from someone in his house, then it was from a computer, or a TV, or a radio he'd left on by mistake, or... The same person told him to calm down. His voice was throaty and slightly scratchy, but commanded respect all the same. It was young, but dominant, like some big bully who could throw his weight around with no fear of being ignored. It told Wolf that it was normal to hear his voice. After all, it came with the suit.
Wolf listened to it out of fear, until he realized that it made a lot of sense. Maybe it was coming from some hidden speaker inside the suit? What was he getting so scared about? The voice was telling him it was his friend, after all. It knew what was best for him, better than his wimpy friends. It wanted to make him feel better, too.
He was about to respond to the voice that he didn't think there was anything wrong with him, until the voice cut him off in a roaring, harsh tone. There were tons of things wrong with him! For one, why did he care so much about shaggy, flea-ridden mutts? Wolves were some of the lowest-tier animals around. Not that strong, not able to defend their own territory to save their lives, and not even able to build up a horde! Wolf felt bile rise in his throat as he thought about his favorite animal. It was a taste like he had just emptied out a bag of charcoal and then sprinkled the ashes from the bag into his mouth, which just made the feeling he had for wolves just grow all that worse in irritation. Screw wolves! Wolves were stupid things, he didn't even know why he drew them so much, after all... after all...
Dragons were a lot better, after all! That was why he loved this suit so much. It was why he thought Garble was so awesome. So tough, top of the food chain wherever they decided to roost, so cool, so callous and uncaring and greedy... Those were things to admire. Not anything some dumb fuzzy dog could show. That ashy, chalky taste in his mouth was burned away, replaced with a flavor like he had just devoured a bunch of cinnamon candies that were now warming the pit of his stomach and sticking there like a hearty meal. The voice rumbled happily, and Wolf found himself rubbing across his belly scales happily. “See?” The voice was telling him now as it influenced him. “You love dragons. You love them more than wolves, more than any other people, more than yourself... Why aren't you a dragon, anyways?”
That was a pretty novel idea. Wolf had to wonder it himself as the voice's influence roiled around in him like pepper sprinkled more and more into a clear glass of water. What was the point of being a stupid normal person when he could be something much better? Of course, it was stupid to think that you could just become a dragon. What idiot just figured that they could just clap their hands, believe in fairies, and turn into a kickass scaled lord of the horde like that? Only a baby would think something like that.
There was another way, though. It was a bit radical, but the voice told him it was alright to be radical and do something crazy, just this one time. Extreme situations like what he wanted required a sacrifice. Wolf would have to give himself over entirely to the voice, and the voice would guide him through the process.
At first, Wolf was a little apprehensive about this. What if he was crazy right now, and giving in would lead him to go crazy and become some kind of ax murderer or something? Right about then the voice told him he was being an idiot. If he was going to make him an ax murderer, after all, wouldn't he have already done it? Besides, he was being a puss.
Those words cut into Wolf's core deeper than he realized. He was... he wasn't a puss! If he wanted to be like that, Wolf would show him! He could take anything the voice could throw at him. If he wanted his body, he could take it! Wolf would come out of it unbroken and with his head held high.
The voice simply chuckled in his ears and told him that maybe he wasn't as much a puss as he figured before his feet went fully numb. It was as if the bloodflow was cut off to them for a second as they uncomfortably shifted and popped before the scales on the costume's boot section merged and molded together to become real. Just like that, Wolf could feel the air conditioning on his feet. Just like that, the voice was done throwing praise his way and began to bark out commands to him
Wolf was careful not to damage the costume as he threw himself onto the bed and then, in a moment of naive curiosity that he almost immediately told himself was stupid, he looked down at his toes and wiggled them, feeling the sensation of three claws bending up and down that felt both alien and familiar all at once. What the heck did he expect was going to happen? He was turning into a dragon. That was probably the dumb part of himself that was still human thinking that maybe something bad was happening. The hot feeling in his stomach roared into a hearth fire as smoke started to billow out from the cracks of the suit. Rather than suffocating, though, Wolf could breathe quite easily. In fact, it felt like he was in a nice relaxing sauna, ready to purge some crap out of his body that he didn't need anymore.
The wave of scales crept up his body, passing over his crotch and belly scales and leaving them feel more and more real as he itched himself downstairs with a plastic claw, feeling the rough, leathery texture on the tip and groaning softly. God, he couldn't wait for it to finish... The voice was silent now, but he didn't need it. A loud growl came up from his mouth as his own voice shifted and lowered. This sensation could have gone on all day, and he wouldn't have cared. His soft belly scales began to rise and fall as he relaxed, feeling the gentle cracks of spines matching up to his skeleton and fitting in painlessly as his tail began to whip back and forth in pleasure, the spikes on it ripping his sheets apart. He couldn't bring himself to care.
Strength flowed into his body as he kicked his legs out and stretched, his height increasing as the squashed proportions of the suit gave way, working him taller, taller, taller on the bed until his legs hung over the foot of it and started to kick imprints into the mattress and frame. Yeah, that's what he was talking about. He held his arm out, palm upwards, and pulled his bicep back into a flex as he moaned, feeling the arm build and bulk up, widening and bulging out even as his other arm did the same. Wolf's shoulders broadened to match his frame, and most prominently, the sculpted chest of the costume began to rise and fall just like his belly scales, with one very noticeable difference. Each time he breathed out, they surged out even further, the muscle there building as well. Soon enough, the changing cosplayer could feel something like a tickle at the back of his throat. It annoyed him like nothing else...
The fire inside him grew and grew as he became more comfortable with it, flapping his wings ecstatically, the ragged membranes feeling so good with the wind beneath them. When he was finished changing himself, he would need to go out and do a couple laps around the area just to get himself acquainted with the feeling. First, though, he needed to get rid of this tickling sensation... Argh... Wolf roared as he slammed a fist down into his bed and ended up breaking its frame into two pieces as he tried to open his mouth, the bushy eyebrows on the costume's head twitching and moving into a frowning, crooked angle as he managed to open his mouth wide, sharp teeth revealing a scaly human mouth opening just in time. It was like a cool drink was poured down Wolf's throat as a gout of fire escaped his increasingly red face and the costume's snout. Much better... The dragon costume's snout closed again, its eyes blinking before opening again, fully animated and taking in the room. He opened his mouth wide again to reveal a long tongue and the human face within completely gone.
Garble stretched as he got out of bed. He felt so hungry at the moment that he could probably eat an entire cow. Unless... he ran towards his desk and threw all the drawers out in a mad search. Of course, the only thing he could find was a couple earrings and some costume jewelry. No delicious gems to devour... well, maybe they could be the start of his horde? Whatever. The red dragon threw them on top of his broken bed and ran his claws over his skutes before clenching them together idly in a fist as he walked towards the front door.
Some latent part of himself got worried as he kicked the door off its hinges. After all, what if someone saw him and called the police? … That was a stupid question. After all, he was a dragon. There was nothing they could do to his rock hard scales. If anything, he owned this state now. They were the ones who soon would be afraid of him, once he had shown them what he could do.
Oh, he was going to have fun putting on that show, alright...
Circ of our favorite jerky dragon Garble, from mlp -u-SO, here it is, and if you have money to throw at things, throw it at
Circ so that he may write you all smut and then roll around in the money like fat kitties do :Dand then maybe eat some of it :D
Story by
CircIcon art by me http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9875451/
Garble belongs to Hasbro
The package arrived with no fanfare at all. No letter, no special wrapping paper, not even a note explaining where it had come from. That was why the contents puzzled Wolf so much. Someone had had to know that he would like the present that had come within. Otherwise, why would they have purchased it for him? With the material it was made of, and the obvious care that had been put into each individual scale, it was likely that this thing was at least a thousand dollars. It was probably a lot greater.
Wolf laid out the costume on the bed. Carefully, of course, he didn't even know who to send it to if it needed mending. It was made of a composition of red and beige colored latex and fabric, and large enough to fit his body. Almost the entirety of it was covered in dark red sequin-like scales. Sequins were the only thing Wolf could compare them to, although they felt a lot more realistic than that material. Of course, it would be stupid to cover an entire costume with real scales, but then again, this did seem like an expensive costume... There was an extremely detailed tail covered in orange spines coming out of the backside, and from the way it resisted his attempts to squish it down with his grip, there was some sort of hard material in it to keep it from just flopping everywhere... some sort of soft PVC tubing? Wolf didn't know... in fact, this was his first real full-body costume. What he had achieved before had been done with clothing, a bit of makeup, and some hair-gel. This would definitely take some getting used to...
Not that he would mind getting used to it, of course. Not with something as beautiful as this costume. The orange spikes on the tail continued up the costume's back and ended in an orange fin that crawled up the back of its head and terminated near the brow. On the costume's front, sculpted latex beige ridges crawled up the belly and ended around the thick, muscular chest piece. It was prominent, but the part that drew the eye most, and what Wolf believed to be the best part of the costume, was the head piece. It was perfectly molded, with a sharp-toothed cocky sneer, a slightly upturned snout, yellowed beady eyes, and bushy eyebrows.
It was an incredibly detailed copy of Garble the dragon's visage. Wolf had loved that cocky brash jerkass when he had shown up in Dragon Quest. The way he threw himself around, how he carried himself, even his voice... it was incredibly awesome. It was like this costume had just as much awesomeness around it, like it was putting out a buzzing force field of awesome that washed over everything around it.
With that in mind, and considering the package hadn't been filled with anthrax or anything else dangerous... what exactly was stopping Wolf from putting it on right now? There was no one else in the house to worry about catching him in it. He wouldn't even need to worry about finding a hiding place for it until a couple hours from now when his father came home. With that in mind, Wolf committed to his new present.
The zipper on the back parted easily enough. It was almost as if the material wanted to open up for him with no resistance. It was a good feeling not having to worry about snagging the zipper on any sequins or fabric and ripping something out this early. Wolf kicked off his sneakers before placing his feet in and feeling the soft, padded material inside press against his feet as they slipped into the wide three-clawed sections the inside of the suit had set out for them. His hands were next, dark tanned arms slipping in and rubbing up against the material inside. At the moment, it was like wearing a leotard made entirely out of pillows. If he could, and if he wasn't worried about damaging the suit, Wolf would have used it as pajamas. Maybe without the head, though...
The costume's head would change everything. Wolf wasn't sure at first whether he wanted to wear his glasses inside the suit as he reached back and began to zip himself up again. What if he managed to bend them? He eventually decided to take them off, a slight blur coming over his vision as he reached over with his clawed hands... Wolf paused a minute to stare at those pointed fingers before clenching them into a scaled fist. This was so awesome already... Why didn't he have the head on already?! What had he been wasting his time on? Wolf threw the glasses carelessly onto his bed before grabbing the head piece and lowering it slowly onto his own. His dark black hair, human nose, calm eyes, and slight stubble all disappeared as it was subsumed by an unchanging image of a dragon primed and ready to do whatever he well pleased.
If Wolf didn't know any better, he would have said that he was falling in love with the image in front of himself. Of course, that was a pretty stupid way to feel about a costume, wasn't it? Still, it did look even more cool in motion, didn't it? He turned around and stared at his back in the full-body mirror in his room. A sudden twitch in his muscles caused him to roll his shoulders a little, and the movement caused two objects to slide out from what had to be a pocket in the costume's back that he had missed before. Beige, slightly tattered film hung suspended from two slightly bent red poles... Wings! Wolf gave a surprised gasp as he stared them over. It was like the suit got better and better by the second.
In fact, it was perfect. It made it feel perfect. Someone somewhere said that it made him even look perfect, which caused Wolf to turn around and yell a bit just to check if someone had broken into his house and was now watching him put the suit on while they were jerking off in the corner or something. No one was there though, but that didn't make Wolf feel any better.
He would have bet one of his testicles that he had just heard something. If it wasn't from someone in his house, then it was from a computer, or a TV, or a radio he'd left on by mistake, or... The same person told him to calm down. His voice was throaty and slightly scratchy, but commanded respect all the same. It was young, but dominant, like some big bully who could throw his weight around with no fear of being ignored. It told Wolf that it was normal to hear his voice. After all, it came with the suit.
Wolf listened to it out of fear, until he realized that it made a lot of sense. Maybe it was coming from some hidden speaker inside the suit? What was he getting so scared about? The voice was telling him it was his friend, after all. It knew what was best for him, better than his wimpy friends. It wanted to make him feel better, too.
He was about to respond to the voice that he didn't think there was anything wrong with him, until the voice cut him off in a roaring, harsh tone. There were tons of things wrong with him! For one, why did he care so much about shaggy, flea-ridden mutts? Wolves were some of the lowest-tier animals around. Not that strong, not able to defend their own territory to save their lives, and not even able to build up a horde! Wolf felt bile rise in his throat as he thought about his favorite animal. It was a taste like he had just emptied out a bag of charcoal and then sprinkled the ashes from the bag into his mouth, which just made the feeling he had for wolves just grow all that worse in irritation. Screw wolves! Wolves were stupid things, he didn't even know why he drew them so much, after all... after all...
Dragons were a lot better, after all! That was why he loved this suit so much. It was why he thought Garble was so awesome. So tough, top of the food chain wherever they decided to roost, so cool, so callous and uncaring and greedy... Those were things to admire. Not anything some dumb fuzzy dog could show. That ashy, chalky taste in his mouth was burned away, replaced with a flavor like he had just devoured a bunch of cinnamon candies that were now warming the pit of his stomach and sticking there like a hearty meal. The voice rumbled happily, and Wolf found himself rubbing across his belly scales happily. “See?” The voice was telling him now as it influenced him. “You love dragons. You love them more than wolves, more than any other people, more than yourself... Why aren't you a dragon, anyways?”
That was a pretty novel idea. Wolf had to wonder it himself as the voice's influence roiled around in him like pepper sprinkled more and more into a clear glass of water. What was the point of being a stupid normal person when he could be something much better? Of course, it was stupid to think that you could just become a dragon. What idiot just figured that they could just clap their hands, believe in fairies, and turn into a kickass scaled lord of the horde like that? Only a baby would think something like that.
There was another way, though. It was a bit radical, but the voice told him it was alright to be radical and do something crazy, just this one time. Extreme situations like what he wanted required a sacrifice. Wolf would have to give himself over entirely to the voice, and the voice would guide him through the process.
At first, Wolf was a little apprehensive about this. What if he was crazy right now, and giving in would lead him to go crazy and become some kind of ax murderer or something? Right about then the voice told him he was being an idiot. If he was going to make him an ax murderer, after all, wouldn't he have already done it? Besides, he was being a puss.
Those words cut into Wolf's core deeper than he realized. He was... he wasn't a puss! If he wanted to be like that, Wolf would show him! He could take anything the voice could throw at him. If he wanted his body, he could take it! Wolf would come out of it unbroken and with his head held high.
The voice simply chuckled in his ears and told him that maybe he wasn't as much a puss as he figured before his feet went fully numb. It was as if the bloodflow was cut off to them for a second as they uncomfortably shifted and popped before the scales on the costume's boot section merged and molded together to become real. Just like that, Wolf could feel the air conditioning on his feet. Just like that, the voice was done throwing praise his way and began to bark out commands to him
Wolf was careful not to damage the costume as he threw himself onto the bed and then, in a moment of naive curiosity that he almost immediately told himself was stupid, he looked down at his toes and wiggled them, feeling the sensation of three claws bending up and down that felt both alien and familiar all at once. What the heck did he expect was going to happen? He was turning into a dragon. That was probably the dumb part of himself that was still human thinking that maybe something bad was happening. The hot feeling in his stomach roared into a hearth fire as smoke started to billow out from the cracks of the suit. Rather than suffocating, though, Wolf could breathe quite easily. In fact, it felt like he was in a nice relaxing sauna, ready to purge some crap out of his body that he didn't need anymore.
The wave of scales crept up his body, passing over his crotch and belly scales and leaving them feel more and more real as he itched himself downstairs with a plastic claw, feeling the rough, leathery texture on the tip and groaning softly. God, he couldn't wait for it to finish... The voice was silent now, but he didn't need it. A loud growl came up from his mouth as his own voice shifted and lowered. This sensation could have gone on all day, and he wouldn't have cared. His soft belly scales began to rise and fall as he relaxed, feeling the gentle cracks of spines matching up to his skeleton and fitting in painlessly as his tail began to whip back and forth in pleasure, the spikes on it ripping his sheets apart. He couldn't bring himself to care.
Strength flowed into his body as he kicked his legs out and stretched, his height increasing as the squashed proportions of the suit gave way, working him taller, taller, taller on the bed until his legs hung over the foot of it and started to kick imprints into the mattress and frame. Yeah, that's what he was talking about. He held his arm out, palm upwards, and pulled his bicep back into a flex as he moaned, feeling the arm build and bulk up, widening and bulging out even as his other arm did the same. Wolf's shoulders broadened to match his frame, and most prominently, the sculpted chest of the costume began to rise and fall just like his belly scales, with one very noticeable difference. Each time he breathed out, they surged out even further, the muscle there building as well. Soon enough, the changing cosplayer could feel something like a tickle at the back of his throat. It annoyed him like nothing else...
The fire inside him grew and grew as he became more comfortable with it, flapping his wings ecstatically, the ragged membranes feeling so good with the wind beneath them. When he was finished changing himself, he would need to go out and do a couple laps around the area just to get himself acquainted with the feeling. First, though, he needed to get rid of this tickling sensation... Argh... Wolf roared as he slammed a fist down into his bed and ended up breaking its frame into two pieces as he tried to open his mouth, the bushy eyebrows on the costume's head twitching and moving into a frowning, crooked angle as he managed to open his mouth wide, sharp teeth revealing a scaly human mouth opening just in time. It was like a cool drink was poured down Wolf's throat as a gout of fire escaped his increasingly red face and the costume's snout. Much better... The dragon costume's snout closed again, its eyes blinking before opening again, fully animated and taking in the room. He opened his mouth wide again to reveal a long tongue and the human face within completely gone.
Garble stretched as he got out of bed. He felt so hungry at the moment that he could probably eat an entire cow. Unless... he ran towards his desk and threw all the drawers out in a mad search. Of course, the only thing he could find was a couple earrings and some costume jewelry. No delicious gems to devour... well, maybe they could be the start of his horde? Whatever. The red dragon threw them on top of his broken bed and ran his claws over his skutes before clenching them together idly in a fist as he walked towards the front door.
Some latent part of himself got worried as he kicked the door off its hinges. After all, what if someone saw him and called the police? … That was a stupid question. After all, he was a dragon. There was nothing they could do to his rock hard scales. If anything, he owned this state now. They were the ones who soon would be afraid of him, once he had shown them what he could do.
Oh, he was going to have fun putting on that show, alright...
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