A stream sketch by the delightful  Synxirazu-niam and colored/shaded by me.

Original Link: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/38178041/

Lilac I feel needs more love. She's a big gator, and I'd love to see more big gator gal stuff. I know a lot of people prefer my preggies, but I am also a proponent of the lorge women <3 Maybe I need more comparisons to her height in the future. One such example is bumping into tree branches :P I admit I had to improvise with where the leaves went in the tree beside her, but I think it worked out alright. The full background was less positive to me, but I wanted to play a bit with trees if only a little bit. I probably should have kept that simpler <.<

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Lilac jogged quickly through the park, her cheeks still warm with embarrassment. In her delightful day's walk, she let herself become too engrossed in the music and ended up colliding with a random passerby in the street. The short husky was quite apologetic toward her, but she knew it was mostly her fault in the first place. That was always a problem with being as big a gator as she was; everyone apologizes to you even if it is your fault. Whether or not the collision was her fault, Lilac was creating a scene and breaking her vibe with the otherwise delightful morning. So she made her apologies and checks quickly, and soon enough she was back to her jog, although the music did not feel quite right anymore.

The gator changed her playlist accordingly. The suave bumpy tunes that drove her early jog were distorted by the heat in her body and the hastened heartbeat from lost confidence. She changed to a more mellow playlist, with hints of folk and alternative flavors to reconnect with her errors and realign them to a music-driven zen. With the music now playing anew, the large gator began her second leg of the jog, now looking down to the path to ensure no more collisions took place.

How could she, a nine-foot-tall alligator, let herself stumble upon anyone else on the street? From her standpoint, she could clearly see just about anyone else on the road without issue. Sure, looking through some windows at some shops was challenging, especially with shorter ceilings, but otherwise she had a much larger view of the world around her. At the same time, she also saw how constricting the world was for larger inhabitants, especially in the small towns she occasionally visited near her relatives' homes. Now living by herself, all the issues with living in a smaller-person world was apparent. Doorways were always a bit of a limbo game, and chairs...well, chairs were not cooperative given her proportions, even if they were to her height scale. She did not think much about her workplace; it was apparent that the radio station was not designed by anyone larger than six feet tall.

She remembered the look on the husky's face. It was a forlorn face, and she felt a wave of concern as he attempted to mutter out an apology - one that he did not need to give. She heard most of what he said, but she also somehow heard more from him than words. Whereas she was taller than all others on that street, he was not shorter than the norm, and yet the world's constrictions kept him down just as much as it held onto her. It did not matter what size he or she were, there was always something grabbing hold and pushing them to the ground. An apology from her was what she could muster before the embarrassment arose too far for her to stay much longer, but she should have stayed longer - find out more about the melancholy of his day. Maybe she could have found a way to cheer him up.

BONK

The music through which Lilac contemplated her previous incident had been torn away, or more accurately knocked off her head with a wooden strike across the forehead. Lilac had been thinking too hard again, assuming she would not collide with anyone shorter than she, but instead her focus left her open to a taller, less furry obstacle. In the brief moment of panic, the large gator lifted her hands and shouted toward the foliage, though her headphones launched behind her. The chord kept it attached in some electronic miracle, and the pink headphones came back to hit the back of her purple hoodie and hang until she could gather her bearings.

Lilac's embarrassment returned, and she shot her head around to see if any witnesses were around. She saw a family talking and playing in the grass in the nearby grassy space, but nobody seemed to notice, except one small kit who froze and waved timidly when her eyes scanned over to him. She shook her head and grabbed her headphones, muttering gently to herself.

"I need to really pay more attention in general. I thought today was going to be a easy breezy day for letting thoughts wander...but it seems wandering just gets me crashing into things..." she mused quietly to herself.

Lilac changed her playlist again. Clearly this was not the right one for her jog.

"Dude, where were you? You look like you got hit by a truck," a weasel chuckled to the disheveled husky as he walked with him into the bank.
"Funny you say that. It was not so much a truck but a gator...she seemed really into whatever she was listening to...but I should have moved..."
"Heh, but now you can say you had a big girl collide with you," he grinned
"Yeah, I guess. I was afraid she was going to crush me something serious, but,"
"But?"
"She wasn't like that aggressive or anything. I tried apologizing, but she apologized more than I did and ran off before I could say anything else,"
"Not even a name? Jeez, you're bad at this,"
"Dude, not now," the husky growled gently. "This day is horrid, and I'd rather just go home and sleep...and...I think..."

He stopped as he heard the bank teller call for them both.
He thought he had heard her voice before...maybe on the radio...