"Soft Serve Swirl" - Chapter 1
#1 of Soft Serve Swirl
I have decided to put my comic idea on hold til I can find an artist able & willing to work with me. Til that day I'll be putting this out in short story format (i guess you can call it short story for being this shirt, XD) in a weekly submission.
Art by: galvinwolf from FA
Jayce stands in front of the club with the sign reading "CHUBBS". Jayce, being a five foot and nine inch sheep, and around six hundred pounds, rubs the back of his head lifting one of his medium beef sized arms as the bicep flexes from the pressure. He looks down at the flier he had randomly pulled from a telephone poll.
"Did I come to the right place?"
As the city lights begin to turn on and the humming electric buzz fills the area, that same club sign lights up in big bold neon blue color as it sizzles with the rest of the city. As he motions towards the front, a stranger bumps into the sheep from the sidewalk.
"Excuse me... Are you gonna go in there," questions the stranger. "Cause if you are, I wish you luck. The stories I've heard of what goes inside are crazy, even for Downtown standards
Jayce looks at the stranger, cocking his head to the side in confusion, "What do you mean crazy?"
The stranger, a slim otter, chuckles a little. "It's nothing to worry about. That place just knows how to have a good time with its guests. Staff too." He nudges the sheep, "If you know what I'm saying..."
Again the sheep blinks, looking at the flier once again. Soon the door opens as one of the guests comes stumbling out, his clothes covered in booze and what looks like cream. As he passes by though you know that it isn't frosting cream. He stumbles towards the otter and waves his hands around.
"Jerry! This PLACE is AMAZING!!!!!!"
The otter blushes as he grabs his friend and begins to take him away. He looks back at Jayce.
"Told ya this place is crazy." he chuckles and motions away with his friend.
As the door shuts again, Jayce stands in front not sure how to take that whole moment and the comments from the stranger. Still, he feels himself reaching out for the door handle. "Well, here goes nothing. If anything.... I might have my own "crazy" stories to tell." Pulling the door open, a blast of light hits him in the face as he slowly moves inside. As his eyesight recovers from that assault, he can't believe what he sees before him. The club is filled with guys ranging from chubs, muscle chubs, to super chubs. Furs of all species. There had to be like three, no, FOUR different bar areas, a stripper and pole dancing stage, and a lot of smaller rooms along the sides of the wall.
"Well... this is very different from England."
Allowing the door to shut behind him he starts to make his way into the club, not knowing what's to come...