Author's Note

A short little thing I wrote for The Wind King (link here). His character is Eerie.

Also giving credit to Shayle for Shayle, and they can be found on Discord if you know where to look.

Not the usual dark stuff I do for these one-shots but it was nice to get a little slice of life involved. And it was a pleasure to do these short little commissions.

So yeah, as always money is tight and I'm looking to do commissions. Short ones, long ones, PM me for more details or join my patreon!

Eerie and Shayle

Eerie the griffon flew into the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, humming to himself softly as he dragged his full load of things past the threshold, “You here Shayle?”

Eerie was a black griffon with white feathers behind his head and orange eyes. Settling his bags of food down for a few seconds to strip off his jacket, leaving him in his slate-grey shirt, waiting to hear Shayle’s response.

“Yes!” Came the weak reply.

Eerie smiled, picking up the bags of food and flapping his wings so he could more easily carry them. Flying was easier than trying to drag the bags behind him, and with as much food as Shayle needed, it was easier to transport this way. Flying into the living room, Eerie kept his eyes wide open as he saw Shayle. Unmoved from where he’d left her this morning.

Shayle was a zebra, and not just any zebra...She was his love and his soulmate and she was beautiful and intelligent and...and...well if Eerie had to guess, she was probably approaching seven-hundred pounds, if she wasn’t there already.

She was wide, her flanks and plot large enough that she took up the entirety of the special, reinforced couch that Eerie had built for her. Her flesh pressing against the back and arms of the couch hard enough that her excess flab actually overhung the armrests a little, creating an artificial fold there. Shayle’s stomach was her real asset though, surging forward from where her barrel had been and now covering her lap completely, covering a sizable portion of her hind legs, and sagging ever downwards toward the floor. Her pidgeon chest, a small fold of a thin in comparison to the enormity of her stomach, barely covered the uppermost roll of the gargantuan belly.

Shayle’s face carried the weight well, her puffy cheeks melding almost seamlessly with her second chin. And it was a second chin, though it was quite a large one. Just one, large piece of extra flesh instead of dividing into a multitude of chins and jowls. Though with her neck as thick as it was, it wasn’t too hard to imagine her getting more rolls and folds soon...

“Hey sweetie,” Eerie smiled, leaning in to press a quick kiss on her forehead before landing and starting to unpack the bags of food. He’d gone to several places while he was out: the grocery store, Buckdonald’s, and the bakery primarily. The bags from the grocery store were mostly two litres of pop, cookies, and some other snacks you couldn’t really find in a fast food joint.

When he unpacked the Buckdonald’s bags, fries and hayburgers mostly, she started to eat them. Her stomach rumbling audibly for sustenance.

“Thanks babe,” She said around a burger, ketchup dripping onto her pidgeon chest as crumbs stuck to the sides of her muzzle and sauces got onto her hooves, “ ‘M starving. Must be the diet.”

Diet his flank. If this was a diet he was the king of the griffons. Oh well, whatever kept her happy and eating. As much as she could be embarrassed and in denial about her true size, Eerie had no such misgivings. He loved every inch of her, and his love grew right along with her.

Eerie simply smiled and continued to lay out the feast. He’d picked up more than a few orders of food from Buckdonald’s, much less what he’d picked up at the bakery…

Croissants, eclairs, turnovers. Things heavy with butter and sugar and cream. Everything calorie heavy because Faust did Shayle ever turn him on when she managed to get to her hooves and waddle her way around the apartment.

Once he was done setting things out on the coffee table, he started feeding her, swatting her hooves away when she tried to help. He didn’t need her burning precious calories trying to feed herself when he was perfectly capable of it.

Feeding her wasn’t exactly a clean affair. Other foods joined the other stains, pop sticky and matting her fur while mustard was a bright contrast to her grey and black stripes.

Shayle was a beautiful zebra. Her long mane swept into a ponytail at the base of her neck, bangs pinned around one ear so they didn’t get messy. Her luxurious tail trapped somewhere underneath her. Eerie made a mental note to brush it out before they retired for the evening, even if she protested.

The food he’d brought was disappearing rapidly into Shayle’s gullet. She was clearly enjoying it all, moaning and rubbing at what small part of her massive stomach she could reach.

When the last morsel of food, a buttery croissant, passed her lips, Eerie became suddenly aware of another sound he’d missed under all her groaning and chewing.

An alarming creak coming from the poor, abused couch he’d made all those months ago.

Shayle swallowed the bit of croissant, and then the couch gave out from underneath her. Sending her to the floor with a shriek, still perched upon the remnants of the piece of furniture. Unbeknownst to Shayle, Eerie had built it so that it would flatten underneath her, posing no danger should/when it collapse. It wouldn’t do to give her splinters after all.

Eerie stared as Shayle’s extra flesh moved and jostled about even after she’d settled, panting weakly from the fright. “C-congrats, sweetie.” He managed, “You did it.” The mythical ‘couch crushing’ stage. They’d talked about it, Shayle had apparently dreamed it, but this had shaken them both a little.

Eerie stumbled over to the phone, intent on calling the local Neightalian place and ordering as much food as he could afford, stumbling over his words as shock started to turn into delight.

Shayle, meanwhile, stayed where she was. Face flushed scarlet and hugging at her stomach like it was a comfort object. She hadn’t thought she was this big...but with the couch now pulverised beneath her she could feel her fat pressing in, surrounding her and comforting her. In spite of all the food she’d already eaten, though...her stomach was already growling for more.