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Upon solid ground, again. When was the last time she had walked across this gleaming stretch of sand? It seemed like more than a year. And that meant atleast a decade or two. Little had changed in that time, around these parts. Sure, there were a few new buildings as the once little town now had grown into a small city, a tropical resort for snobby people with way too much money. Sadly in these times, nobody stored that money in the form of gold coins or jewels. Because what in the name of the seven seas was her to do with credit cards?
She sure was a sight to see, there she walked with a clear sway of her hips from side to side - large enough to put actual car trunks to shame - a long, striped shark tail gracefully moving in beat with her body, golden rings on the tail fin gleaming in the warm sun. There was a hint of determination in her walk too, seen by the strong movements that in a very showoff way, flexed and tensed her sizable and bulging muscles, being far stronger than they even seemed to be. Not to mention what sent most men oogling with their mouths open, the two soft spheres of shaped fat that made up the outer and rounder layer of her glutes, and the two, enormous overripe melons of a bust sprouting from her chest, bouncing and almost soundly sloshing about and only cept back by her light green two-piece bikini, clearly a size too small. Playing hard to get and tease everyone for it was one of her hobbies. Sure, some of the men sure did look handsome enough for her to take the first step. But they were also handsome enough to make a tasty treat, quite literally.
Reaching her destination, she looks at the roofed outdoor bar straight ahead. Just as she remembered it. A neat little thing made of wooden beams, planks, bamboo and straw for the roof. And they even had a pirate theme. How cute.
Ducking under to even get inside - given she stood as tall as two stories - her eyes shortly swept over the place. Little people there, and the few ones who were were staring at her with round eyes, gaping at the sight of this towering shark woman. She only cared enough to give them a bored smile.
The bartender were giving her the same look as the patrons. He seemed a bit different than she remembered, but... Then a much older man steps out from the storage, and struts over to the younger man. Father and son then. The father gave her a more suprised look, but not gaping or oogling her like the rest. More like the look you'd give an aquiantance you hadn't seen in years. One that you met when your hairs were not gray. But then again, she let him sit in her lap when he was young. And the same with his father. And his father after that again.
"Fetch me the the bottle of rum that I told you to keep onto until I came back for it," she called out to him, a voice so calm like the sea on a windless day, but with a underlying tone that warned about sudden stormy weather. The old bartender only nodded slowly, a light smile across his bearded face, before heading back into the storage room.
Taking a bottle of whiskey - and giving the bartender's son a cold look when he were about to object - she poured herself the biggest glass they had avaiable, and felled it down her gullet in almost one go. It was almost like a shot glass to her after all. Then she turned her head towards one of the patrons. Her bright blue and glowing eyes silently watching you for a moment, before that bored smile turned into a big, almost eery grin.
"I do not reconise your face, hun. Are ye' new in town~?
...I think I overdid this one. :V
art © I would suspect you to know it by now. (MEEEE!)
Rai ©
RU9
She sure was a sight to see, there she walked with a clear sway of her hips from side to side - large enough to put actual car trunks to shame - a long, striped shark tail gracefully moving in beat with her body, golden rings on the tail fin gleaming in the warm sun. There was a hint of determination in her walk too, seen by the strong movements that in a very showoff way, flexed and tensed her sizable and bulging muscles, being far stronger than they even seemed to be. Not to mention what sent most men oogling with their mouths open, the two soft spheres of shaped fat that made up the outer and rounder layer of her glutes, and the two, enormous overripe melons of a bust sprouting from her chest, bouncing and almost soundly sloshing about and only cept back by her light green two-piece bikini, clearly a size too small. Playing hard to get and tease everyone for it was one of her hobbies. Sure, some of the men sure did look handsome enough for her to take the first step. But they were also handsome enough to make a tasty treat, quite literally.
Reaching her destination, she looks at the roofed outdoor bar straight ahead. Just as she remembered it. A neat little thing made of wooden beams, planks, bamboo and straw for the roof. And they even had a pirate theme. How cute.
Ducking under to even get inside - given she stood as tall as two stories - her eyes shortly swept over the place. Little people there, and the few ones who were were staring at her with round eyes, gaping at the sight of this towering shark woman. She only cared enough to give them a bored smile.
The bartender were giving her the same look as the patrons. He seemed a bit different than she remembered, but... Then a much older man steps out from the storage, and struts over to the younger man. Father and son then. The father gave her a more suprised look, but not gaping or oogling her like the rest. More like the look you'd give an aquiantance you hadn't seen in years. One that you met when your hairs were not gray. But then again, she let him sit in her lap when he was young. And the same with his father. And his father after that again.
"Fetch me the the bottle of rum that I told you to keep onto until I came back for it," she called out to him, a voice so calm like the sea on a windless day, but with a underlying tone that warned about sudden stormy weather. The old bartender only nodded slowly, a light smile across his bearded face, before heading back into the storage room.
Taking a bottle of whiskey - and giving the bartender's son a cold look when he were about to object - she poured herself the biggest glass they had avaiable, and felled it down her gullet in almost one go. It was almost like a shot glass to her after all. Then she turned her head towards one of the patrons. Her bright blue and glowing eyes silently watching you for a moment, before that bored smile turned into a big, almost eery grin.
"I do not reconise your face, hun. Are ye' new in town~?
...I think I overdid this one. :V
art © I would suspect you to know it by now. (MEEEE!)
Rai ©
RU9
Category Artwork (Digital) / Muscle
Species Shark
Size 1280 x 896px
File Size 974.5 kB
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