I, Warlord

[Grug]

Grug had made it to the final round of the tournament on Gamorr. Murktwu had died in his efforts to break the clan. It would be a death of honor and Grug could respect his enemy even with the refusal to surrender. The Gamorrean Jedi knew what had to be done to bring peace to these people. He would rescue them from this war torn world and bring them to the Jedi to assist in the struggle against the darkness. These warriors would fight for good in the galaxy rather than pointless deaths in the mud. It was a small act Grug could do to help a small amount of people escape a bad place.

In the last round, while Grug killed Murktwu, the other two semi finalists faced off as well. It turns out the two brutes gave each other fatal wounds. While one did ultimately 'win' the fight, they both died before the final round could take place. Grug wondered if he would be a winner by default, but the Matriarch had a different idea. The woman had a taste for travel and a bit of fighting herself it seemed. She was not just some local farming woman. Her name was Flub and she decided to fight the champion herself to see if he was worthy.

"No weapons. No magik power. Both am fight in mud with fists and foots." One of the guards shouted as an unarmed, unarmored, and basically naked Grug was guided into the arena once more.

All that Grug had on was a loin cloth. His bare belly was exposed to show his girth and he gave it a good slap to show off how fat he had become. Morrts fled the waves of flesh coming their way hoping to find refuge in the armpits or under some of the man boob fat rolls. He was a bit unsure about fighting the woman herself but there would be no weapons so he would be going for a pin, not a kill. This was better, but still odd. Grug glanced to the crowds to find his friend Jubba. He hoped the Hutt would be cheering him on. This was the final round and if he won there would be a lot of food.

"Flub, am here not to win heart, but am bring peace. Bring new age to clan." He grunted, hoping not to insult her too much if she wanted true love.

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[Flub]

"Am not care," Flub replied, stepping into the ring with a fistful of mud and a rock secretly tucked into the middle of it. "Grug will fall before me," she snorted with a little piggy-like 'wee' sound at the end.

She was wearing a loincloth and a strip of cloth over her DD breasts. Her rolls of fat were many; rolls which she was very proud of. Very few gamorrean ladies were as plump as her. In fact, she often took pictures of herself and posted them on spacebook. She didn't get many likes, of course, because all the ladies were jealous of her voluptuous rolls of lard.

Once she stopped at her end of the mud pit, she raised her hand with the mud ball and squealed, "TAKE THIS!" With the last word leaving her red painted lips, she flung the ball straight at Grug. If it hit him, it'd land right between his eyes. Slamming him with the rock secretly inside. She wasn't sure if the rock would hurt him. It might just feel like a little smack—depending on how thick his skull was. It would at least show him that she was tricky.

"Am ready for you to come at me," she squeald again, bracing herself to fight.

 

[Grug]

It wasn't the hidden rock flying at Grug's face that stunned him. It wasn't the mud splashing at his eyes that stopped him either. It wasn't fear of the crowd that stopped him. It wasn't even the gas from that day-old meat he had last night. It was the sheer beauty of the woman opposing him. Grug was locked onto her as she left nothing to his meek imagination. Rolls were in abundance more than at a Hutt buffet on Friday night. Some women in the galaxy were large, but this woman was corpulent.

Grug was hit between the eyes with the rock. It didn't hurt at all. Nothing could bother him right now anyways. All of his focus was glued to the plump butterball in front of him ready for the taking. He wiped the mud out of his face to give himself a better view. Grug imagined himself running a finger through the deep valleys of her fat rolls. This seductress was a true match for the plumpy Jedi warrior. Her beauty shone above everything else on this planet.

"Am ready come you." He repeated slowly, his eyes of lust still taking her in.

Images filled Grug's mind of the pair after this battle. It would become a mystery which fat roll belonged to which Gamorrean. Squeals of delight would fill the air and the slapping of skin would be deafening. Grug was lost in a fantasy just from seeing this goddess among pigs. Her porcine flesh was covered in blood sucking morrts that showed just how regal she had become in her life. The parasites were all plump and healthy, radiating the stench that was their signature. If the pair became matriarch and warlord, their morrts would be free to crawl from one body to the next. They could explore each crevice of their chunky bodies liberally whenever the pair were close. Grug planned to be very close quite often.

Despite his words, Grug still did not move too quickly. Pure beauty had never entered the Jedi's life like this before this battle. Seeing uncovered rolls of this magnitude was stunning. The guard had so magic like the force but she had clearly broken that rule. Grug was willing to do whatever it took to win her over, even if that meant beating her up a bit. Now was the time to impress her with his manly skills. He would finally take his first move well after the rock hit him.

A slap of the belly signaled the Jedi's move (finally). He rushed ahead after letting her view his jiggly jelly belly. If she did not stop him, Grug would tackle her into the mud and attempt to pin her to the ground. It would start at the stomach with his left hand pushed at it while the right gripped her closest shoulder. He hoped it would be both gentle enough to keep her uninjured but tough enough to pin her. He doubted he would be so lucky twice. The force had already blessed him with being able to see her at all.

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[Flub]

Grug seemed to stand still, dazed for awhile which confused Flub. Flub wasn't exactly the brightest lightbulb so she just stood there until he made his first move. When he started to run, Flub did too. But just as they both caught speed and were close to hitting one another, she let herself fall forward into the mud. She became a...

fatorpedo.

Her belly slapped against the mud, and she opened her mouth to taste some of it as she slid. It was amazing. She even got the bonus of a few bugs in her mouth, though she needed to focus on the task at hand instead of the free food.

If Grug didn't react to her fall down and sliding in time, she'd wrap her arms around his legs as she passed them to force him to fall forward. At that point, her head would be between his legs, so he'd fall face first into her butt. If all went to plan, she'd let out a loud, fat rippling, coma inducing, fart of all farts into his face.

 

[Grug]

Running at full sprint was not easy to stop at the last moment. Grug would not really have time to stop running but he would have some time to help prepare his landing. The fatorpedo would be quite an effective way to bring the Gamorrean Jedi down, but he would come down with quite a bit of force right on top of her. His aim was true though and as his face would come planting down onto her butt cheeks he would open his mouth to bite her. A master of force gas did not flinch when it came to nasty farts. In fact, Grug embraced them. He bit into her right butt cheek with vigor and no hesitation despite the incoming flatulence. His rough, dirty teeth were not covered in mud yet, but they would still leave a nice yellow mark where he bit. If it was even possible, Grug was falling more in love with this fantastic, sexy woman.

Another fortunate circumstance was that the back of Flub's head was between Grug's legs. While his teeth bit in hard, he also squeezed his thighs together. Trapping her head and biting her butt was probably a good way to pin someone into submission. She seemed a bit lively so he was unsure how long he could hold it, but he would keep hit teeth clamped on her flabby butt cheek while his thighs tried to keep her head from moving while he laid on top of her.

"Gru-" He tried to mumble while biting her, but it wasn't understandable. "Mrrr!"

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[Flub]

Flub was proud of herself for farting so loudly; she had brewed it up for awhile now. However, Grug did not respond exactly how she expected. Instead she felt hot breath then teeth on her butt. At first she only registered pain.. but when she realized what he was doing a moan escaped her lips.

"Ohh Grug," Flub gasped. She was so engrossed with his butt bite that she didn't even notice his legs wrapping around her neck, even if she could've fought back. For whatever reason, she suddenly felt very attracted to Grug.

Well... with him on top of her she could now feel exactly how fat he was and it was amazing. He could make a good father one day because he could pass the fat gene along with her. In fact, if they had children, their children might be fatter than both of them combined! Truly, they'd be the most fierce warriors at their size.

"Am give up to manly Grug," she said, now wiggling her butt and giggling.

 

[Grug]

To say Grug was overcome with confusion would be an understatement. The fight had never seemed difficult for Grug, but she gave up in an odd fashion. She enjoyed his bite instead of reacting in pain. Grug realized he had won her in a way he never expected. This bulging beauty was now his for the taking in marriage. This meant troops for the Jedi to use, a small bit of earned peace on Gamorr, and the end of the tournament. It also meant his desire for the woman could be satisfied. Love and relationship were not the Jedi way, officially, but this was a traditional Gamorrean wedding not set in love. Grug would leave this mud a warlord. One task remained.

"Matriarch Flub, am accept for make peace for clan as Warlord." He grunted, trying to sound official and Jedi-like despite his physical excitement for what had to come next. "Will marry here in front of all now."

A Gamorrean marriage was not for the faint of heart. Flub had shown excitement and lust towards Grug who would accept these. Giving in and allowing the manifestation of their lust is what sealed the marriage. Loin cloths and whatever else they wore would quickly vanish into the layer of mud in the arena. The crowd would cheer as the love making would soon begin, thus sealing a marriage and rise of a warlord.

...

When all was said and done, Grug left the arena as a Warlord. A vibroaxe was awarded to him alongside the title. Matriarch Flub and Warlord Grug would be covered in mud, lucky for any innocent observers if such a thing existed. A party was to be thrown that night for everyone to eat, dance, and enjoy the new age. They did not know Grug's plans yet, but it would change everything.

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