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Link to the Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31294252/
I imagine some of you are not familiar with this character. Lilac "Dezzy" Nedeza is a big gator gal, and she is a fan of music. It is a little difficult being Lilac when you're as tall as she is, but she tries!
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In the club, the night marched along without a care, and those on the dance floor flourished in the chaos of lights and heavy beats. Whatever time it was, most people did not care, save for those behind the bar counters. Even the Disc Jockey worked smooth like a well-oiled machine. The cheetah began to transition to a new song on her playlist, and a few cheers from the crowd validated her choice. With a smirk, she began to drive forward with the song. Her night had been going especially well, and so she continued unabated, absorbed in her work.
The rest of the workers at the club kept to their own devices, cleaning up messes and offering up help to those with the money to exchange for it. A toned lion snorted near the entrance, keeping eyes toward a few boisterous cats at the far end of the bar. He knew they had enough to drink, and another order would lead to their dismissal for the night. That was, if nothing else would pull his attention elsewhere.
The club had been losing some of its clientele in the last couple hours, but some night owls kept their due diligence to drink that evening to the last drop. For one patron, however, the first sip of the night had just begun.
The lion turned to see the club door open up, and he looked down to see the entrant's face, only to catch the side of a maroon shirt, stretched out by the patron's wide chest. The feline stepped back instinctively to see that the new attendee had bent over to get in the door way and finally stood up in the club with a sigh. The alligator stood over a foot taller than the lion, and from what he could see of her scaled body, she could certainly endure a scrap as good as he. Before he could assess her any longer, the gator let out a soft sigh and started to walk on, but not before she waved back to the befuddled lion.
"Good Evening, sir!" she chirped before making her way further into the club. In that short moment, he had lost track of himself and the group at the bar, who had found the best time to ask for another round.
The bartender rolled his eyes as the cats asked for another drink. They had at least five before, and their slurred speech made it apparent they had probably drunk some more before even walking into the place. The fox was about to say something unprofessional to the lot when an alligator approached the bar beside the cats. From his perspective, it almost was more like she loomed over the bar than approached it. A couple of the feline patrons nearby had grown silent.
"Long Island Iced Tea, please. I need to let little loose tonight, you know?" the gator giggled and looked at the barstool beside her. "You don't mind if I just lean over rather than sit down? I...I don't have confidence in these," she noted bluntly. The bartender shook his head softly and started to make the drink.
As she leaned onto the bar gently, she looked to the dance floor with another sigh. It had been a while since she had been on the floor. Instead, she had spent hours cooped up in a room with levers and sliders and microphones. Of course, being cooped up was just a way of life for her; being over eight feet tall as she had been since her teens, she was used to feeling boxed in. It was part of why she moved to this city. People seemed more accommodating for larger residents, but she noted sometimes larger did not necessarily mean taller...
"My gawwd, what did ur mother feed you?" an inebriated feline tried to mutter. Lilac did not respond.
"Dude, don't talk to her, she's frucken huge," one of the other cats sputtered and grabbed him aside.
"I just...wanan know ifn there's a trick to it..."
"She just's big, okay? Let's go, before you get crushed. Or eaten!"
The words got a little harder to hear, as the group of cats struggled to make their way out of the bar before the bouncer could intervene. Lilac could see the same drunken cat look back at her with surprised eyes before nearly falling out of the door.
"Here you are, ma'am. Long Island Iced Tea...don't let them bother you."
"Don't worry about it, sir. I've had to not let them bother me for years," she said bluntly and chugged down the whole drink before handing him a twenty bill. "Thank you."
With that, Lilac stood back up and walked steadily toward the dance floor. A few of the fellow dancers moved to the side to let her in, while others paused briefly to gauge the new reptile on the floor. The Disc Jockey looked up and saw Lilac with a curious glance before returning to her music. There was something in the gator's stance that looked ready for some good vibes, and the DJ would not let it slide.
As the song ran through its musical journey, so too did it run through Lilac's body. Her eyes closed and her arms slide along either side of her body. Her hips swayed to the beat, stretching against her jean shorts, and her tail just about bumped against some others on the floor as it oscillated from her backside. Her feet stomped gently on the floor, leg muscles flexing with each twist and turn she made. Her arms grabbed hold of the air around her, desperate to grab hold of the music she held dear. Her hair flowed in the wind of the dance, and her muscles tensed to the rhythm of the night.
In the club, the night marched along without a care, and that night, Lilac marched happily alongside it.
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Took me a few tries, but I think I got something out of it. We all need some more big gator gals, right? :3 But what should we do with her, hmm?
MainLineMOJO !Link to the Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31294252/
I imagine some of you are not familiar with this character. Lilac "Dezzy" Nedeza is a big gator gal, and she is a fan of music. It is a little difficult being Lilac when you're as tall as she is, but she tries!
---
In the club, the night marched along without a care, and those on the dance floor flourished in the chaos of lights and heavy beats. Whatever time it was, most people did not care, save for those behind the bar counters. Even the Disc Jockey worked smooth like a well-oiled machine. The cheetah began to transition to a new song on her playlist, and a few cheers from the crowd validated her choice. With a smirk, she began to drive forward with the song. Her night had been going especially well, and so she continued unabated, absorbed in her work.
The rest of the workers at the club kept to their own devices, cleaning up messes and offering up help to those with the money to exchange for it. A toned lion snorted near the entrance, keeping eyes toward a few boisterous cats at the far end of the bar. He knew they had enough to drink, and another order would lead to their dismissal for the night. That was, if nothing else would pull his attention elsewhere.
The club had been losing some of its clientele in the last couple hours, but some night owls kept their due diligence to drink that evening to the last drop. For one patron, however, the first sip of the night had just begun.
The lion turned to see the club door open up, and he looked down to see the entrant's face, only to catch the side of a maroon shirt, stretched out by the patron's wide chest. The feline stepped back instinctively to see that the new attendee had bent over to get in the door way and finally stood up in the club with a sigh. The alligator stood over a foot taller than the lion, and from what he could see of her scaled body, she could certainly endure a scrap as good as he. Before he could assess her any longer, the gator let out a soft sigh and started to walk on, but not before she waved back to the befuddled lion.
"Good Evening, sir!" she chirped before making her way further into the club. In that short moment, he had lost track of himself and the group at the bar, who had found the best time to ask for another round.
The bartender rolled his eyes as the cats asked for another drink. They had at least five before, and their slurred speech made it apparent they had probably drunk some more before even walking into the place. The fox was about to say something unprofessional to the lot when an alligator approached the bar beside the cats. From his perspective, it almost was more like she loomed over the bar than approached it. A couple of the feline patrons nearby had grown silent.
"Long Island Iced Tea, please. I need to let little loose tonight, you know?" the gator giggled and looked at the barstool beside her. "You don't mind if I just lean over rather than sit down? I...I don't have confidence in these," she noted bluntly. The bartender shook his head softly and started to make the drink.
As she leaned onto the bar gently, she looked to the dance floor with another sigh. It had been a while since she had been on the floor. Instead, she had spent hours cooped up in a room with levers and sliders and microphones. Of course, being cooped up was just a way of life for her; being over eight feet tall as she had been since her teens, she was used to feeling boxed in. It was part of why she moved to this city. People seemed more accommodating for larger residents, but she noted sometimes larger did not necessarily mean taller...
"My gawwd, what did ur mother feed you?" an inebriated feline tried to mutter. Lilac did not respond.
"Dude, don't talk to her, she's frucken huge," one of the other cats sputtered and grabbed him aside.
"I just...wanan know ifn there's a trick to it..."
"She just's big, okay? Let's go, before you get crushed. Or eaten!"
The words got a little harder to hear, as the group of cats struggled to make their way out of the bar before the bouncer could intervene. Lilac could see the same drunken cat look back at her with surprised eyes before nearly falling out of the door.
"Here you are, ma'am. Long Island Iced Tea...don't let them bother you."
"Don't worry about it, sir. I've had to not let them bother me for years," she said bluntly and chugged down the whole drink before handing him a twenty bill. "Thank you."
With that, Lilac stood back up and walked steadily toward the dance floor. A few of the fellow dancers moved to the side to let her in, while others paused briefly to gauge the new reptile on the floor. The Disc Jockey looked up and saw Lilac with a curious glance before returning to her music. There was something in the gator's stance that looked ready for some good vibes, and the DJ would not let it slide.
As the song ran through its musical journey, so too did it run through Lilac's body. Her eyes closed and her arms slide along either side of her body. Her hips swayed to the beat, stretching against her jean shorts, and her tail just about bumped against some others on the floor as it oscillated from her backside. Her feet stomped gently on the floor, leg muscles flexing with each twist and turn she made. Her arms grabbed hold of the air around her, desperate to grab hold of the music she held dear. Her hair flowed in the wind of the dance, and her muscles tensed to the rhythm of the night.
In the club, the night marched along without a care, and that night, Lilac marched happily alongside it.
---
Took me a few tries, but I think I got something out of it. We all need some more big gator gals, right? :3 But what should we do with her, hmm?
Category All / All
Species Alligator / Crocodile
Size 960 x 1080px
File Size 451.9 kB
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