May 2022 Sketches- Mushu and Rhino Guard (Patreon)

This month, Batboy333 and Heftyscales got to pick, and they chose a musclebound Mushu and a rotund rhino from Robin Hood. Enjoy, and thanks for your support, everyone!

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Ancestral guardian spirits were expected to be big and imposing- strong enough to protect their chosen family. The great stone dragon was the mightiest guardian spirit of the Fa family- but then, emphasis should be put on was. The once miniscule dragon, Mushu, who had served as guardian to Fa Mulan, the great savior of China, had been busy over the years. To serve as guardian of such a great hero meant, naturally, he should look the part- granted, it wasn't all down to grit and hard work. Mushu had definitely found some spirit magic of less than reputable nature, but, with results like these, who was going to argue with them? He was a proper dragon, now- with all the power and muscle he could pack on to his stout frame. His squat legs were wider than they were long, powder keg thighs holding up a snake-like torso that was now packed with dense, brick-like abs, and framed by sprawling, wing-like lats. All of it was crowned by a great, meaty chest that swelled to impressive size whenever he breathed fire. His arms were his favorite, though- sculpted masterpieces of unadulterated brawn. Biceps thick and large as melons, triceps round as wagon wheels, and ham-sized forearms.

His smirking face was almost lost amongst all the beef, merely the pinnacle of a sprawling mountain range formed by his thick bull neck and sprawling shoulders. He flexed his arms again, pumping tensed muscles as far as they would go- who wouldn't want a guardian spirit like him, the guardian of lost souls, the powerful, the pleasurable, the indestructible Mushu?

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The guard huffed, already hungry for another meal. Working for Prince John was not an enviable position- all the real soldiers, he had been told, had gone off with the King on crusade, after all. And of course, there was Robin Hood to contend with. But if there was one benefit being sworn to Prince John, it was serving directly under the Sheriff of Nottingham. Not that the Sheriff was any great man of honor, far from it- a more disreputable, lazy, dim-witted lout the rhino couldn't think to find in all England. But he was an incredibly easy boss to work for- especially after he convinced the Sheriff to put him on guard duty outside the castle kitchens. Well, he had always been a hungry rhino, and really, there was no better place to keep the Prince's larder safe than in his stomach.

The finest food royalty could eat, and he had sampled it all- candied fruits, roasted mutton, mulled wine- all had turned him into an enormous boulder of a guard, with a gigantic, sagging belly that spilled out of his uniform and was in grave danger of making contact with the ground. His chunky thighs and swollen, blubbery rear had slowed him down considerably- he definitely wouldn't be catching any outlaws in this state. But speaking of Robin Hood, he had just offered the guard a delectable pastry… well, he had been trained to never accept money as a bribe. He never took an oath about turning down food, though.