So it's just a little sketch that got cleaned up of my zorua, Falafel, the ever confident and overbearing flirt that he is, bagging meals and bellies alike! Figured I'd add a little silly story to go with it too before popping off to bed because I'm just in love with the accidental posing :>

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It could have been another predictable Friday night for you, trudging out under the cover of darkness only to find another evening wasted on the sidelines of a sleazy nightclub. The drinks would've continued to pile up, in the vain hope that perhaps one day you'd work up the courage to actually dance, to be noticedand to really let loose - to no avail of course. The moment that Zorua entered however, all chances of a normal night out were shattered.

The floorboards creaked, the patrons gasped, as step after lumbering step, perhaps the largest dark type that anybody had ever seen waddled its way straight down to centre stage. His girth immense, bloated gut so plump that it sank straight into the floor, spilling out and oozing over the lightly flickering tiles as chubby, yet strong trunk-like paws dragged that mass into the fray. His caboose hung off his spine like a coat several sizes too big, jiggling with each powerful clench of his glutes, sending that thick busy tail swinging through the air in great, flamboyant strokes. Any other being of such obesity would be rendered exhausted by such a trek, but not for this veritable living bean bag of a fox, the attention seemed to energise him even, the floodlights illuminating his wide grin for all to see, as he first beamed, then boomed out with a voice that could easily break every gaydar in the State.

"Well what're you waiting for beauties? The party's finally arrived, Falafels here!"

First silence, then cheers as the DJ finally changed tracks, realising all too late that he'd let the last track run empty for a good minute, jaw agape as it was. The beats resumed, and the dark-type began to sway. You found yourself absolutely mesmerised - watching that slab of fat simply move about had been entrancing enough, the way it had so firmly clung to the floor yet glided like silk over the smooth dancefloor surface; yet in true motion it was almost hypnotic. Rolls materialised out of nowhere as chambers of blubber collided with each other, only to rebound and wobble resoundingly against that titanic frame. Paws thrust into the ground, sending the entire package spinning and wheeling like a wrecking ball, treated with similar respect by the other dancers. Why, even in the few moments that that body wasn't crashing its way across the club, at rest the entire bulk appeared to quiver as if in anticipation of another mind blowing whirl or pudge-defying twirl. Time seemed to squeeze into treacle watching this masterclass of ass fling around until with no warning, the whole compliment swung its way towards you!

He slid in on his stomach, paws entirely raised off of the floor, eyes closed in bliss as he spun gracefully to a halt, elbow resting gently against your table. You would blink, surprised that somethign so evidently heavy could even be capable of delicacy, until the fox glanced over to you, that smile widening into the shining grin once more, alarmingly prominent crimson sunglasses glinting in the darkness as he cooed "Oh how silly of me, I've just gone and landed myself right in the lap of someone.. GORGEOUS~. Mind if I pull up my seat?" With a peek over those specs, showing off brilliantly blue eyes, the titan continued to tease, clicking his fingers together as he did so, making no motion to find an actual chair as he simply sank into his gut comfortable, stretching his legs out and disregarding any of the harsh looking stools about him.

"Yes darling, I'm talking about you.. don't play coy with me, if you stared any harder at me you'd be leaving dents on my magnificence! I trust you liked the appetiser~" His way of talking was painfully flustering to listen to, every tone implying that he had you wrapped around his pudgy fingers, confidence oozing like sweat from his being. The reason for his clicking fingers soon became apparent as dish after dish began to arrive, set down anxiously by waiters and various personnel of the club, until the entire table was taken up with greasy glistening morsels, burgers, fries, seemingly every side dish on the menu! The smell was almost intoxicating, but not even that stench could knock you out like the zoruas next little proposal.

"Now if only I could find a stud to help me really refuel, I'm so.. tired after my little strut, why maybe if they're good enough, I can show them how a REAL guy dances~"

And what could you say, real guys have curves.. lots of them!