Archive/Writing - Gator-chan

Gator girl when?

Why not a Louisiana swamp gator?
>EXTRA THICC
>down-home on bayou
>adorable southern twang
>a little slow and lazy
>but fiercely defensive of her family

That sounds nice, I'd make sure to enjoy some of her home cooking, along with keeping her comfy.
There better be muscle under that pudge.

Of course!
>she used to be a mud wrestler in her younger days
>used to be ripped, but gave it up in favor of the easy life
>her muscles are still well developed and could throw you over her shoulder with no effort if she wanted

Makes me want to put my face against her middle and rub against it while she's napping.

>"'Chu doin, boi?"
>Ah... sorry, I'll...
>"I ain't said stop, shugah! You just ain't goin' hard enough, heh heh!"
>Shoves your head in so you can feel her abs beneath and laughs heartily as you flail for breath

Sounds like a girl after my own heart.
Strong but soft is the best.
May molest her tail when she's napping.
Just because I want to.

Family cookouts must be amazing.

I want to see if that gator will show off for me a little bit with some feats of strength.

Gator-chan a bes-
>"Chan? The hells a 'chan'? I'm a gator girl, boi, ain't no chan cept the chan-ce I'm gon git you under this ol' booty tonight, and that chance is high! Hoo yaw!"
Anyway she's great

I can only imagine her as strongfat with decent titties but a big ol bottom.
I love it.
I'm going to be the big spoon afterwards because I want to make her the little one.

Well, if you simply hold a gator in the right spot with minimum pressure it renders them totally harmless. Maybe she becomes a docile mushy mess if you hold your groin against her just right on her big juicy bayou booty.
She does sound fantastic. Bet she shows her man off like crazy and is super PDA.

I want to taste a Gator girl's ice tea recipe!

I wanna take her to Waffle House and watch her smugly pick her teeth after cleaning the place out!
That's mah girl!

Yep, she's definitely a strongfat.
Bet you have fun with her while she's napping off the waffles.

I can only see her as a rough and tumble kinda girl that's also surprisingly cuddly and good at cooking/home things.
But yeah, I bet if you get right up on her back she'll relax and let you cuddle or have your way with her and her rear.
Just watch out, if she sees an opportunity, she'll jump you in the pool or in bed, spinning around in a 'death roll' where the blankets wrap around you too or in the pool so that she can break the surface with a smile and a breathless you in her arms

Goddamn right.
>Lazes around sunbathing all day completely in the nude
>big ass on display as she lazily puts on some shades and lays belly down
>sees you staring and smirks, reaching back and giving her fat ass a slap
>Asks why you ain't makin yourself useful and asks if she didn't marry some faggy Alp boi
>fuck her pillowy ass for hours and she just takes it, guffawing and moaning as you dump load after load into her
>don't realize with each orgasm she shifts you both a bit closer to the pool's edge
>finally when you're exhausted you start to pull out
>suddenly like a bullet she thrashes and lodges her claws and sharp demon silver teeth into you, rolling you into the pool
>look with aroused terror as she puts you in an underwater amazon position
>Big maniacal grin is all you see as she sexually mauls you twice as long as you did her
>Home cookin and lazy cuddlegroping later that night with a jug of moonshine as she smugly nurses your aching lower body

Exactly.
That right there would be fantastic.
>She cooks up a big ol' barbecue for you and her.
>Granted, most of it is for her as she tears into it but she always makes sure to leave you a fair helping and there's always, somehow, leftovers for you to take to work.
>"Come on' boi, where's yer appatite?"
>Makes the best desserts and awalys snuggles up with you afters....although its always a 50/50 split between her napping with you and her getting you to use that big ass of hers.
Gator girl a best.
I can only imagine her being a fantastic mother to all the daugtherus we'd have.

>"If both a mah holes ain't filled up by the time I wake up in an hour, y'all are gon have a real tough time walkin straight to work in the mornin'!"
>"Mmmn, but if they are- y'all are gon sleep so soft you ain't gon wanna wake up in the first place to do so~"
>lays down with a yawn and sticks her ass up, tail flared up as well, revealing her drooling puffy pussy and colossal cheeks
>"Good luck, stud~"
12/10. I fucking love it. She sounds absolutely perfectly my type.

>'Ah, excuse me, are you Juicy Jamiah, the famous mud wrestler from the southern league?!'
>"Ain't heard that name in a while. 'Chu want, I ain't doin that no more."
>'Ah, no, its just, I was a huge fan!'
>"Shucks, well alright. As you can see, I'm happily taken, so if y'all just want sum autograph or somthin that's fine but..."
>'What happened to you? You used to be so much... tighter!'
>"THE HELL YOU SAY BOI?! TIGHTER?! ILL SHOW YOU TIGHT WHEN I JAM MY BOOT CLAW UP YER ASS!"
>Have to hold her back desperately as the frightened fan runs off

She probably wouldn't want to go out in public much because she'd have to throw on clothes and not do those kinds of things with you.
She also may not take kindly to folks who recognize her from her mud-wrestling days and note how much 'bigger' she's gotten since then, not that she'd really care.

She's probably the type of mom to hold her daughteru's childhood friends at shotgunpoint while calmly asking what their intentions are with her daughter.
You'd have to play the part of the cool and permissive papa if your daughters ever want a chance at love

Would be nice.
She also may not be all that fun at parent teacher conversations.
>Boi, you better make it up to me after this thing, I know mah babbies are doin' good in school. Not sense wastin' time when we could be makin' another....
That said, I wonder if the daughterus would look like their mother when she was wrestling or if they'd be little cuties that don't have her bulk.
Either way, they'd be cute.

>No sense wastin' time when we could be makin' another
Jesus I love this girl. I imagine the daughterus would all be in pretty good shape. She'd keep them busy doing the things she did growing up and chores around the house. Leaves more time for her to be lazy and smother her husband while sunbathing or happily sit on his face while chowing down on a barbecue

>Fan starts running away while you're slowly being dragged forward by the wife, her form looking a bit more solid now that rage is driving her.
>Skip to later where she's munching a large burger, grumbling about the fan who 'Wouldn't know what good cookin' is if 'h took a steak to the face.', you sitting across the table and nursing your food as you try to recover from the 'stress relief' you had to be afterwards.
But yeah, she'd probably keep them in good shape so she can finally relax and live off that sweet, sweet royalty money she gets.

I wonder if you'd catch her pouting at one of the daughterus whose carrying a huge log by herself just for her mom to 'show 'er how it's done.' by carrying two at the same time, even if she ends up red-faced and out of breath afterwards.
I do think we can put gator girl in wife tier now

Spank the gator booty.
Tell her she's a cutie.

>spank the booty
Anon, she's probably got more than a booty.
And as for calling her cute.
>Call gator cute one day while she's relaxing in the sun and you're finishing up a little bit of yard word.
>"Aw, now why yah gotta git all smooth on me Anon, yah keep that up and I may just have to do somethin' special for yah after mah nap. Don't use me too hard, I'm thinkin' up a whole night for yah.

>"Heh heh! There ya go girls, maybe one day you'll be as strong as yer momma! Now run along naw, gwon!"
>Daughterus hoot and hollar about how strong momma is while running off to play in the swamp with their mosquito and mandroga friends
>Once they're out of sight Gator falls back with a huge exasperated sigh, hacking and wheezing, and you dutifully whisk her over some ice tea while fanning her face
>"Haawww! That wuz.... hnnng! That's it baby, I'm gettin back in shape, hooo! Haaa..."
>Like the good husband you are, make like atlas and sling her big strongfat body over your shoulders, staggering to carry her to the jacuzzi and plopping her in while bringing out some more tea and refreshments for her
>She pampers you extra hard and latches you to her breasts while she recovers
Wife tier easily

The only thing I can imagine gator girls looking like is strongfat Lizardmen with rougher scales and slit pupiled eyes. Also lots more sharp teeth

Might have a bit of a minor godzilla-ridge on their spine as well. The one I'm imagining also has really wild unkempt hair

Gonna prone bone her as she's drifting off and then lick her ear before whispering 'cute' and giving her titanic ass a big meaty slap. See how she likes that!

The opportunity for facesitting still exists.

one has to wonder why she quit mud wrestling.

>Back when you first started dating, you saw pictures of a slimmer, but no less muscled, her, belt in the air and an ogre laying in the mud behind her.
>"Ah, seein' mah title win are yah?" she says, coming into the room with some drinks, "Ol' Tess was a hell of a bitch in the ring, took all ah had to final put 'er down that night."
>As the pitcher grows emptier, she tells you about all the places she saw while traveling, all the sights and people she met, along with some of her more memorable moments.
>You, for your part, answer with your own stories and, surprisingly, she seems just as interested in yours as you are in hers, even if a story about your family taking a vacation to one of her wrestling places doesn't quite compare to the time she did a back to back match without any trouble.
>Eventually, though, you pop the question and ask why she stopped, worry briefly filling you as she stiffens, although it goes away quickly as she lets out a slightly sad sigh.
>"Ah wish ah could say that ah went out on mah own terms but, well, if yer fightin' as much as Ah was, yah roll the dice every time you get out there."
>She takes a deep swig of her tea, downing the rest in a gulp, before pushing the rest of the nearly empty pitcher to you, her eyes focusing on nothing as she recalls the night.
>"Was just gonna be a match against some young gun that thought she'd get the title from me, a hotblooded young salamander that was built like a brickhouse and twice as tough."
>"We squared off in the muck and grapple like hell, neither of us willin' tah give an inch, muscles strainin' and sweat beadin' as we tried to keep upright."
>A small, but sad, smile forms as she recalls the fight, one tough, scaled claw going towards her kneed and rubbing it absentmindedly.
>"And then it happened, mah knee gave out as ah tried to throw her to mah side. Ah went down like a ton of bricks into the mud, lost mah title and mah career in one knight."
>You wince and she must have seen, the big gator girl waving you off with the hand that had rested on her knee.
>"It hurt like hell but what happens happens, Ah went out in blaze and made a name for myself, although Ah was a lot more sour about it back then."
>You ask if she tried to get back into and she nods, leaning back in the chair that creaks beneath her a bit.
>"Yeah, Ah tried tah get back into it but mah knees never been quite right since then, hurts a bit when ah lift too much and always fills weird when a storms coming."
>There's a wistful but no regret as she speaks.
>"Ah wanted tah get back at that Salamander but she'd lost my belt to Tess before Ah was even walkin' again."
>You finish off the tea and state, quite brilliantly 'That sucks', earning a small snort of amusement from the gator gal.
>"At the time it did but now? I'm livin' off royalties and enjoyin' mahself, lets me do a lotta things I couldn't back then."
>The suns nearly set by then and, unfortunately, you've got to head back to the city for some work, giving the girl a hard handshake, although her grip still outclasses yours.
>As you walk away, you hear the big girl call for you again, striding over towards you and planting a big kiss on your lips.
>"Now come on back now yah here? I don't get enough visitors as it is and yah seem like the sort I'd like to know more off."
>You surprise her with another quick kiss and promise to return, a big, sharp toothed grin on her face along with a small blush.

I bet she'd revel in some 'mud wrestling' with her husband many years later and get excited at him just letting her go to town on him.
Even make her a cute homemade belt with 'World's greatest wife' plaqued onto it

She'd probably keep that in the case with the rest of her trophies right next to a picture of her an anon cutting the wedding cake and her crying, smiling, and laughing all at the same time in the picture, her joy obvious for everyone to sea

>The weeks pass and the pair of you get to know each other a bit better with every passing date.
>While she is a bit of a tomboy, the gator girl always seems content to simply relax with you and some homemade barbecue while watching movies or enjoying some TV.
>She's always willing to tell you some tales about her career and, even more, will put mud-wrestling on so she can talk with you about techniques or the 'veterans' who pop up for commentary, although she's a bit sore about being called a 'veteran'.
>"Damn, a gal hits twenty seven and suddenly everyone treats 'er like she's some sort of elder, gets tah me sometimes."
>On top of getting to know each other better, you've found that the alligator girl has started to relax a bit more with each passing visit, which has caused you to learn an interesting fact about her.
>She hates clothes, so much so that she's actively been changing into skimpier garments with each visit, if not outright removing some things.
>Today's get-together is some nice, relaxing TV time at her house, the pair of you resting against each other on the couch, the big ol' gal wearing naught but a T-shirt (the words 'Wild Child' emblazoned on it's chest) hugging her respectable chest and the slight belly she has while a small pair of simple, white panties dig into her wide hips and struggle against her rear, the cloth almost reduced to floss due to the shear enormity of her bottom.
>The TV makes some noise as the mud-wrestling match of the knight kicks into some of the pre-fight commentary, you sipping a half drunk beer while one of the gator girl's arms rests on your shoulders, pulling you close against while her proves to be much harder than it looks.
>In the mud pit, a heavily muscled lizardman is squaring off against a shorter, but no less muscled, large mouse, the pair getting some last minute stretches in before the fight.
>"So hon, who do yah think's gonna win?" your gator girl asks, tipping back brown bottle of oni-strength brew. "Ah won't be tellin' yah anythin' till its over."
>You briefly gauge the girls on screen as they step into the mud and pick the lizardman, figuring that the extra height is gonna give her the advantage.
>Your girlfriend doesn't say much besides a "Let's find out." while a small smile crosses her face, a small feeling in your stomach telling you that you're wrong.
>The girls face off on screen and, with the shriek of a whistle, the pair begin to grapple, muscles straining and feet digging into the slickened earth as they try to flip the other.
>The crowd roars and you can't help but feel a bit triumphant as the lizardman pushes the rodent back....up until the moment where the mouse twits and nearly flips the reptile over her, the mud flying as the taller girl lands in it face first.
>A quick limb lock follows and, even though the lizardman eventually breaks free, it sets the tone for the rest of the match, the smaller girl sending her opponent tumbling nearly every time while remaining solid as a rock.
>As the final pin is counted, you finally see what you'd missed earlier.
>While the lizardman had indeed had a larger upper body, complete with a six-pack and some bulging biceps, her legs looked positively skinny compared to her opponents, the mouse's thighs veritable slabs of muscle and her calves tight from plenty of workouts.
>Needless to say, the ex-wrestler that's pulling you tight is grinning, razor sharp teeth visible as she looks at you.
>"Yah saw it, didn't yah Anon?" the she says, pointing at the tired, but happy, looking mouse on the screen "Because that right there was a prime display of why yah never skip leg day."
>You simply smile and finish your drink, but you can't help but notice how your girlfriend's smile is turning a bit mischievous, her eyes briefly flicking between you and the TV before making the screen go dark, the announcer's summary of the match cut short as the gator rises to her full glory.
>"Hey Anon, help me clear out the table, ah got some things ah wanna show yah."
> - - -
>A few minutes later and you've found yourself standing in the center of the room with the gator girl crouched before her, her stance wide, arms out, and teeth shining as she eyes you up.
>"Widen yer legs out a big hon," she says as you awkwardly lower yourself a bit, feet scooching out until she gives you a nod and a 'perfect!'
>Evidently the match has gotten the girl's blood flowing as it seems like she wants a few 'practice moves' with you, the positioning giving you a perfect view of her grapefruit sized breasts as they rest that loose fitting shirt, thick thighs bare to the world and her thick, slowly waving tail followed by an extra large rear and hips that could eat up a seat and a half on the couch.

>"Now, ah want yah to come at me and try tah give me a shove." the reptilian woman says, her moss green eyes flashing behind the brown bangs of her wild, mid-back length hair. "Don't worry about hurtin' me, I've taken a lotta blows in my day."
>You give he a curious look but, after a few seconds, decide to go with it, shuffling up and gripping the big gal about the waist and trying to toss her to the ground.
>You huff, you puff, you strain, and, while able to shift her a little big, eventually find that your grip about her waist, and almost to that flesh mound she calls a rear, is nowhere near enough take her down.
>Despite having a noticeable layer of pudge covering her, the gator still hasn't lost any of the muscle from her old days, those thighs of hers as solid as rocks below the softness and her poochy belly hiding an iron wall of muscle.
>Once, twice, thrice more you try to take your girlfriend down but, sadly, you only manage to shift and shove her, the reptile's muscles resisting even your mightiest shove, even if it did shove her back a few inches.
>"Yah see?" the woman says with a laugh while you let out a tired gasp, an impressed smile on your own face as you shrug in defeat "That's what happen's when yah really train yerself. Can't count the number of times some greenhorn oni with biceps bigger than soccer balls but legs like toothpicks would come up and try to run us outta the ring. We'd toss'em down every time."
>You give a small laugh to her only to find two the girl's arms on your shoulders and that razor toothed grin of hers all the bigger.
>The world spins and you find yourself tossed roughly, but not painfully, to the ground, the gator girl forcing you down and mounting you, straddling your while she keeps on smiling.
>"You on the other hand can be taken down pretty easily when yer outta your stance."
>You argue that she took you by surprise and manage to earn a shrug of surrender from the reptilian woman, although she looks none to apologetic.
>"Yah gotta do what yah gotta do Hon." the alligator girl tells you, green eyes looking a tad more heated and her hips grinding on your waist a bit as she shifts from side to side "Get yer opponent on the ground n' have yer way with 'em, that's the rules of the ring."
>Your heart pounds a little faster and the soft weight on your waist causes a certain something to stir, the tanned, smooth skin of her outer thigh stroked by your hand as the girl leans in for a kiss.
>While not forceful, the meeting of your lips and hers is still passionate, warm breaths and her sweet taste filling you while her rhythmic grinding continues, your hand slipping down to brush against the thick scales on her lower legs while the other reaches up to hold the back of her head, fingers resting amidst the surprisingly soft locks of her hair.
>The kiss is long and each of you try to draw it out as long as possible, the claws of her hands framing the side of your face as she cradles your head and those moss green eyes of hers half lidded and locked with yours, the slit-like pupil wide and relaxed.
>Eventually the exchange is broken and you both take a breath, although it is not a long one.
>While your hands fight with the button of your pants, the gator girl rips off her shirt in a single, graceless pull, her soft breasts bouncing from the movement and her soft middle exposed to the air and her lack of a bra all the more apparent.
>The panties come off while you hike down your pants, the simple undergarments unceremoniously removed and tossed to the side, those emerald eyes of hers looking at you like a hungry tiger would look at fresh meat.
>Although, if one had to be fair, you were doing the same thing, your own gaze drinking in her tanned, flawless skin and enjoying the subtle solidness to her form, the softness only serving to cloak the muscles that lay beneath.
>Your rod was ready and the skin beneath your girlfriend's secret place was slick from her juices, the heavy, heated breaths that came with each rise and fall of her chest making it all too clear how ready she was.
>"Ah hope yer ready Anon," the massive, reptilian woman nearly growled at you, sharp teeth parted "because I'm not stoppin' till ah've had mah fill."
>On razor sharp claw moved to part her lower lips while the other pinned you down, your own arms on her ample hips as you awaited for it to begin.
>One final gaze was exchanged, a nod was given, and the girls hips fell, her weight crashing upon you.
>Silken walls grasped you as you rushed inside the woman, a tight, but not unpleasant, pressure that surround your rod as it rushed deep into the woman.
>Your hips and hers met and a surprisingly small gasp of pleasure slipped from the woman, the quiet, joyful sound more fit for a frailer girl than the big, strong woman top you.

>Her gaze turned upwards and a shiver ran down her spine as she clutched you, her walls gripping you in the most intimate of embraces as she enjoyed the sensation.
>It was a brief moment that served as the quiet before the storm, a brief respite before her hips rose again until all but your tip was exposed to the cool kiss of the air.
>Down again she came but this time you met her with a thrust of your own, the counter thrust and her weight ensuring that you reached her deepest parts each time.
>Up and down, again and again the process began, the soft sensation of her womanhood caressing your shaft while your hands gripped and explored the flesh of her legs and rear, one hands gripping her wide hips like handholds to pull her down, the gator's thick, scaled tail thrashing behind her as her control slipped.
>The wet smack of flesh on flesh soon filled the room alongside a chorus of soft gasps and barely restrained cries.
>Her thick, scaled covered fingers locked with yours to keep you in place, not that it was needed, and bit by bit, your girlfriend slumped down against you, her long, earth colored locks framing her until you were pinned beneath her, the soft flesh of her chest and middle resting against you while her razor sharp teeth grazed your shoulder, your hips working in tandem while your hands, now freed from having to guide her hips, explored new territory.
>Her rear.
>Large enough to easily split most pants and turn skirts into barely useful coverings, the alligator woman's rear was her main 'focus', two sizable cheeks that hid a solid core of hardened muscle beneath a thick layer of softness.
>And you enjoyed every inch of them.
>Malleable meat molded beneath your fingers with each, tight grip, and the harsh sound of skin on skin accompanied each swift strike you gave, the impact eliciting a please gasp from the strong gator, each hot breath tickling you.
>Fierce fucking became tender loving as the pace slowed, each of you feeling the other as your limits drew close.
>Pressure built and your member twitched, the dam within you threatening to break while the spasming of your lover's walls marked that she was almost done as well, body acting on instinct rather than any conscious thought.
>"K-keep it going A-anon," the gator girl panted, her muscles tensing and eyes unfocused "J-just a bit more, I-I'm almost there!"
>You gave a grunt and thrust again, the twitching increasing until IT happened.
>Tight as a vice the gator girl's womanhood clamped down on you, the walls holding you as tightly as her arms while the rest of the monster's body shuddered, her entire being devoted to keeping you in and milking every drop of seed.
>So much so that the scream of pleasure from the woman was muffled as she bit into you with that razor-sharp maw.
>A sensation of painful ecstasy bloomed from your shoulder as the monster's fangs did their work, her bite pushing you over the limit and painting her insides white.
>Three times you emptied inside the woman, her warm womb hungrily stealing every droplet it could while the pair of you slipped into a post coital fog.
>----
>For many minutes, neither of you spoke, the pair of you simply basking in the warmth and heartbeat of the other, each of you now snuggling side by side on the floor of the living room.
>It was the gator who spoke first.
>"W-wow.... Ah just....Wow..." the big, green eyed reptile woman mumbled, her expression one of tired looking joy "A-ah never really expected it tah be that good."
>You responded in kind, wrapping your own arm around her shoulder and hugging the bigger girl close, a small blush forming on her cheeks.
>"Ah guess we should probably shower off but....is it OK if we just lay here for a bit longer? Ah don't think that I'm ready tah be done yet."
>You responded with a kiss, more than ready for to lay there for as long as it took