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Maple enjoying her time at the pier, gleefully basking in the sunlight, in a new outfit. So what if it's winter, she's hot enough... Right???
I honestly drew this as a mini perspective practice, but i tought i'd look cute, and Maple needed more art. Nothing like some a swim suit art to break the bold for this large gal's art streak

Story:
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The sun hung high above the pier, Dancing across the water, and shimmering through the gaps in ship sails. It may be Winter, but the beach was hot with life, and festivities. Mostly clear skies, And pure sunshine would be more than enough of a motivator for women of all sizes to strut their stuff; As some folks would more than enjoy. A few, more than others...

"Edgar, why did you drag me here?" he gestured to the marketplace, swarming with life, and overpriced food items, "I said I wanted to hang out somewhere nice-" thrusting a stray arm up into the air, he tantrumed further, "This is not 'nice'!" not but a meter away from his stray hand, A young lady stood in disbelief at his remark; glaring daggers at the majestic creature she sought to indulge herself in. "Not you," he muttered in shame, having driven away a new potential friend; gaining the ire of a few others in the crowd.

Edgar chuckled, "That's why I took you here. You need to socialize, and get use to how things work around here." Pulling his arm down by his elbow, and placing a wallet in his hand, the rabbit Smiled, "Now go play nice." Shoving him out into the walkways of the dock, "be careful now, some of these girls will eat you alive, so keep your shirt on." The tense glare of petrified fear emerged from the Absolved Liyorlis' eyes, the unimaginable horror he just planted into the mind of the ignorant; "they won't literally eat you; they'll just swarm you like flies." The horrified look in Taca's eyes subsided momentarily, if only Edgar hadn't continued, "Very big, and clingy flies."

As quickly as they arrived, His friend had vanished into the crowd, leaving Taca to sort out his situation like a true aimless vagabond. "I don't like this," he muttered to himself as he scanned the area for anything that seemed familiar. Off in the corner of a shop, the girl he had previously accidentally disgraced glared at him angrily; meeting his eyes with a fire so deep, it could warm any man's heart. It would probably burn it to a crisp in an instant, but the familiarity of unrefined malice was more than enough to draw him closer. "Hi-"

"Fuck you!" She spat out, swatting at his face, barely being dodged from years of experience, "You get the hell away from me!" In an instant, multiple men and women were locked onto the situation; Taca blissfully unaware of the potential situation they had found themselves in.

"You are a vile person," Taca uttered, Turning to leave the small parlor he'd stumbled into, "you are not worth any sympathy!" three large men stood in his way, Arms folded, glaring up at him, displeased. "Excuse me," he muttered, pushing in between two of the smaller men, baffling them. even in the face of harm, he could not see why it mattered. "My friend warned me about these volatile oversized flies that try dragging you down, and I shall not be a victim of that one!"

The parlor remained shocked, as the Liyorlis floated away through the crowd. "Did he just call her an oversized fly?" one of the men questioned, stuck in a confused and baffled mental space.

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wandering the pier, More women would flock towards the new sight of a species they'd never seen before. Tall and slender, resembling a strange shark fish hybrid, with a short and stout tail. Many would try touching him against his will; Others would merely watch him intently as he skulk through the crowds, making his way to the end of the docks; accidentally angering many people on his journey. "So many unpleasant people..." As he wandered along the docks, a slightly heavier girl lay kneeling over the edge of the pier, reaching into the water for something. Instinct would suggest he ignore her, and continue onward with his journey. As luck would have it, his journey ended not by 30 feet down the walk, where nothing but open waters remain.

Wrapping back around the dock, the girl seemed even more determined to take a drink from the salty water. behind raised high in the air, as she struggled to get closer to whatever she had needed from the water. Approaching with light steps, Taca peaked over her shoulder, effortlessly sneaking his way to her side. She was much bigger than he previously thought, And even more determined to grab something that fell into the water. "Are you okay?" he asked, standing over her shoulder, looking into the water with her. "What are you doing?" he questioned, confused as to what might be the reason for her very curious display of her backside.

the girl whipped back to her seat with a slight thump on the wood, looking up at the man who stood over her, looking directly at her eyes, as opposed to everything else she had going for her, Nervous he'd been their for a while, taking his sweet time to notify her of his presence, "Oh, um... Hi!" She made the best attempt to not be weird, having already assumed he was sneaking a peak at her moments ago, "I dropped a bracelet in the water, and it sank... I was trying to-"

Without a second to spare, Taca took off his overshirt, and dove into the water without a trace. Sinking to the bottom of the bay in an instant, scouring the ground for anything that might be a "bracelet". Peaking over the dock edge once more, cautious of how high she raised her hindquarters, holding her chest in place, She watched in amazement as he flowed through the water effortlessly, scrounging across the rocks, before shooting out of the water with a parcel in hand, "Is this what you lost?" in his hand, a very dirty, rusted metal necklace from years past, one of the many treasures hidden in the water. With a saddened shake of her head, he tossed it up onto the dock, and dove down once more, continuing the search, while she hung over the dock, supporting herself with both hands, waiting in anticipation for his next return to the surface.

countless times he would emerge with a strange trinket, but not quit the one she was looking for. Any attempt to tell him what he was looking for would be swiftly interrupted by another spelunking adventure into the depths of the bay, slowly expanding his search, while liberating the docks of odd relics as he went. As he continued, the plus size girl would elect to lay down on the dock, taking the artifacts from him by hand, and placing them beside her. It was clear he wasn't sightseeing, so why not lay down? After all, supporting all of her weight on 2 arms can be tiring. With one final emergence, he had found it, "yes! that's it!" Maple exclaimed, taking the mox-pearl bracelet from him, before witnessing him emerge from the water. "What happened to you!?"

His chest was carved up, and bleeding; seeping blood to clot the wounds. "what?" Taca replied, confused as the large girl stared at his core, reaching out slowly in disbelief. "oh," he stuttered out, "right. wasn't supposed to take my shirt off." Staring back at the girl who seemed terrified, he redawned his shirt, staining it with the pattern of his own blood, "Do you have a soda?"

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As the day continued onward, They talked. Taca had countless stories, a grand tale of his escape from the Island, and endless ramblings about what he had seen since he arrived. Maple could not keep up with his intense tales of the horrors that would unfold in his life, But he seemed to like the mundanity of her peaceful existence; obsessing over small luxuries he would never have thought of existing on the island. She was a treasure trove of information, and he wanted to know it all.

"Hey Taca!" A voice rang out, "Stop flirting and get your ass back to the car! we're leaving! Pick it up and take it with you!" Edgar had finally found him; not that he was hiding from him.

"I have to leave," Taca announced, before peeling himself off the side of Maple's hip; having been trapped by her side, as she kept moving closer and closer, with no room for him to escape. "It has been a pleasure, Maple. I hope to see you again in the future," Maple arose with him, and threw her arms outward. he stared at her, eyes full of life, and smiling, "What?" he asked, confused by the odd motions.

in seconds, her was once again trapped next to her, squeezed tightly between her arms, and against her body, burying her face into his shoulder, while his arms remain pinned to his side, brushing against her shorts, "It's called a 'hug', I'm sure you've gotten them before, You just don't remember them." Releasing her tight grip after a long 10 seconds of heavy hugging, and squishing, she smiled, and sent him on his way with his friend, Dropping back down to the dock, Wadding her feet in the shallow below.

Walking back to his friend, happy with his trip, Taca seemed flustered, Much to Ed's abusement. "Damn, I leave you alone for 5 hours, and you get yourself a big catch." placing his head in his paw, he continued, "and to think i brought you here because you needed "experience". Damn profesional over here."

Taca seemed confused, "Did i do something?" looking back at Maple, as she happily kicked her feet near the water, "we're just friends. She isn't interested in-"

Edgar whipped around, and grabbed Taca's shoulder, "Are you blind, or stupid?" Taca stared blankly at his friend, unsure which he should answer, both were equally as likely. "Taca..."

"Yes," he nervously replied.

slowly, and clearly, he uttered each word with increasing intensity, "Did. You. Get. Her. Number..."

Taca looked to the ground in shame, "She tried giving it to me, but-"

"BUT WHAT!?!?! DID YOU NOT SEE HER!!!???"

Taca knew. he had made a grave mistake.

Edgar looked back to the girl Taca was just with, scared . "You owe me for this..."

Taca continued in shame, "But I don't have a phone yet..."

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Walking back to the star struck pony girl, enjoying the last few hours of pure warmth and sun, Edgar called out, Taca in tow, "Hey, my friends a fucking idiot, can you give him your number or something!? thanks! Stay sexy!" with a firm slap on the back of Taca's head, he marched off, embarrassed for his friend. "WE OUT OF THIS SHITHOLE!!! LES GO!~~" he shouted, praising himself for the best wingman job he'd ever done.

Maple approached Taca, watching as his friend stormed off stoically. "So... I kinda slipped my number into your wallet... So you already have it," she said gleefully, bumping him with more than her share of a stray hip.

"But what did you write it on?" flipping open the wallet, his eyes remain focused on the contents. "oh," he whispered to himself, Maple standing beside him, as close as she could ever be by his side, looking down at what she had done, "Oh dear..." The gears in his head began to turn, as maple held him tighter than before, finishing the meeting with one more heartfelt love squeeze. "Oh dear." He muttered, as she let him go once more.

Description
Maple enjoying her time at the pier, gleefully basking in the sunlight, in a new outfit. So what if it's winter, she's hot enough... Right???
I honestly drew this as a mini perspective practice, but i tought i'd look cute, and Maple needed more art. Nothing like some a swim suit art to break the bold for this large gal's art streak

Story:
-----
The sun hung high above the pier, Dancing across the water, and shimmering through the gaps in ship sails. It may be Winter, but the beach was hot with life, and festivities. Mostly clear skies, And pure sunshine would be more than enough of a motivator for women of all sizes to strut their stuff; As some folks would more than enjoy. A few, more than others...

"Edgar, why did you drag me here?" he gestured to the marketplace, swarming with life, and overpriced food items, "I said I wanted to hang out somewhere nice-" thrusting a stray arm up into the air, he tantrumed further, "This is not 'nice'!" not but a meter away from his stray hand, A young lady stood in disbelief at his remark; glaring daggers at the majestic creature she sought to indulge herself in. "Not you," he muttered in shame, having driven away a new potential friend; gaining the ire of a few others in the crowd.

Edgar chuckled, "That's why I took you here. You need to socialize, and get use to how things work around here." Pulling his arm down by his elbow, and placing a wallet in his hand, the rabbit Smiled, "Now go play nice." Shoving him out into the walkways of the dock, "be careful now, some of these girls will eat you alive, so keep your shirt on." The tense glare of petrified fear emerged from the Absolved Liyorlis' eyes, the unimaginable horror he just planted into the mind of the ignorant; "they won't literally eat you; they'll just swarm you like flies." The horrified look in Taca's eyes subsided momentarily, if only Edgar hadn't continued, "Very big, and clingy flies."

As quickly as they arrived, His friend had vanished into the crowd, leaving Taca to sort out his situation like a true aimless vagabond. "I don't like this," he muttered to himself as he scanned the area for anything that seemed familiar. Off in the corner of a shop, the girl he had previously accidentally disgraced glared at him angrily; meeting his eyes with a fire so deep, it could warm any man's heart. It would probably burn it to a crisp in an instant, but the familiarity of unrefined malice was more than enough to draw him closer. "Hi-"

"Fuck you!" She spat out, swatting at his face, barely being dodged from years of experience, "You get the hell away from me!" In an instant, multiple men and women were locked onto the situation; Taca blissfully unaware of the potential situation they had found themselves in.

"You are a vile person," Taca uttered, Turning to leave the small parlor he'd stumbled into, "you are not worth any sympathy!" three large men stood in his way, Arms folded, glaring up at him, displeased. "Excuse me," he muttered, pushing in between two of the smaller men, baffling them. even in the face of harm, he could not see why it mattered. "My friend warned me about these volatile oversized flies that try dragging you down, and I shall not be a victim of that one!"

The parlor remained shocked, as the Liyorlis floated away through the crowd. "Did he just call her an oversized fly?" one of the men questioned, stuck in a confused and baffled mental space.

-----
wandering the pier, More women would flock towards the new sight of a species they'd never seen before. Tall and slender, resembling a strange shark fish hybrid, with a short and stout tail. Many would try touching him against his will; Others would merely watch him intently as he skulk through the crowds, making his way to the end of the docks; accidentally angering many people on his journey. "So many unpleasant people..." As he wandered along the docks, a slightly heavier girl lay kneeling over the edge of the pier, reaching into the water for something. Instinct would suggest he ignore her, and continue onward with his journey. As luck would have it, his journey ended not by 30 feet down the walk, where nothing but open waters remain.

Wrapping back around the dock, the girl seemed even more determined to take a drink from the salty water. behind raised high in the air, as she struggled to get closer to whatever she had needed from the water. Approaching with light steps, Taca peaked over her shoulder, effortlessly sneaking his way to her side. She was much bigger than he previously thought, And even more determined to grab something that fell into the water. "Are you okay?" he asked, standing over her shoulder, looking into the water with her. "What are you doing?" he questioned, confused as to what might be the reason for her very curious display of her backside.

the girl whipped back to her seat with a slight thump on the wood, looking up at the man who stood over her, looking directly at her eyes, as opposed to everything else she had going for her, Nervous he'd been their for a while, taking his sweet time to notify her of his presence, "Oh, um... Hi!" She made the best attempt to not be weird, having already assumed he was sneaking a peak at her moments ago, "I dropped a bracelet in the water, and it sank... I was trying to-"

Without a second to spare, Taca took off his overshirt, and dove into the water without a trace. Sinking to the bottom of the bay in an instant, scouring the ground for anything that might be a "bracelet". Peaking over the dock edge once more, cautious of how high she raised her hindquarters, holding her chest in place, She watched in amazement as he flowed through the water effortlessly, scrounging across the rocks, before shooting out of the water with a parcel in hand, "Is this what you lost?" in his hand, a very dirty, rusted metal necklace from years past, one of the many treasures hidden in the water. With a saddened shake of her head, he tossed it up onto the dock, and dove down once more, continuing the search, while she hung over the dock, supporting herself with both hands, waiting in anticipation for his next return to the surface.

countless times he would emerge with a strange trinket, but not quit the one she was looking for. Any attempt to tell him what he was looking for would be swiftly interrupted by another spelunking adventure into the depths of the bay, slowly expanding his search, while liberating the docks of odd relics as he went. As he continued, the plus size girl would elect to lay down on the dock, taking the artifacts from him by hand, and placing them beside her. It was clear he wasn't sightseeing, so why not lay down? After all, supporting all of her weight on 2 arms can be tiring. With one final emergence, he had found it, "yes! that's it!" Maple exclaimed, taking the mox-pearl bracelet from him, before witnessing him emerge from the water. "What happened to you!?"

His chest was carved up, and bleeding; seeping blood to clot the wounds. "what?" Taca replied, confused as the large girl stared at his core, reaching out slowly in disbelief. "oh," he stuttered out, "right. wasn't supposed to take my shirt off." Staring back at the girl who seemed terrified, he redawned his shirt, staining it with the pattern of his own blood, "Do you have a soda?"

-----
As the day continued onward, They talked. Taca had countless stories, a grand tale of his escape from the Island, and endless ramblings about what he had seen since he arrived. Maple could not keep up with his intense tales of the horrors that would unfold in his life, But he seemed to like the mundanity of her peaceful existence; obsessing over small luxuries he would never have thought of existing on the island. She was a treasure trove of information, and he wanted to know it all.

"Hey Taca!" A voice rang out, "Stop flirting and get your ass back to the car! we're leaving! Pick it up and take it with you!" Edgar had finally found him; not that he was hiding from him.

"I have to leave," Taca announced, before peeling himself off the side of Maple's hip; having been trapped by her side, as she kept moving closer and closer, with no room for him to escape. "It has been a pleasure, Maple. I hope to see you again in the future," Maple arose with him, and threw her arms outward. he stared at her, eyes full of life, and smiling, "What?" he asked, confused by the odd motions.

in seconds, her was once again trapped next to her, squeezed tightly between her arms, and against her body, burying her face into his shoulder, while his arms remain pinned to his side, brushing against her shorts, "It's called a 'hug', I'm sure you've gotten them before, You just don't remember them." Releasing her tight grip after a long 10 seconds of heavy hugging, and squishing, she smiled, and sent him on his way with his friend, Dropping back down to the dock, Wadding her feet in the shallow below.

Walking back to his friend, happy with his trip, Taca seemed flustered, Much to Ed's abusement. "Damn, I leave you alone for 5 hours, and you get yourself a big catch." placing his head in his paw, he continued, "and to think i brought you here because you needed "experience". Damn profesional over here."

Taca seemed confused, "Did i do something?" looking back at Maple, as she happily kicked her feet near the water, "we're just friends. She isn't interested in-"

Edgar whipped around, and grabbed Taca's shoulder, "Are you blind, or stupid?" Taca stared blankly at his friend, unsure which he should answer, both were equally as likely. "Taca..."

"Yes," he nervously replied.

slowly, and clearly, he uttered each word with increasing intensity, "Did. You. Get. Her. Number..."

Taca looked to the ground in shame, "She tried giving it to me, but-"

"BUT WHAT!?!?! DID YOU NOT SEE HER!!!???"

Taca knew. he had made a grave mistake.

Edgar looked back to the girl Taca was just with, scared . "You owe me for this..."

Taca continued in shame, "But I don't have a phone yet..."

-----
Walking back to the star struck pony girl, enjoying the last few hours of pure warmth and sun, Edgar called out, Taca in tow, "Hey, my friends a fucking idiot, can you give him your number or something!? thanks! Stay sexy!" with a firm slap on the back of Taca's head, he marched off, embarrassed for his friend. "WE OUT OF THIS SHITHOLE!!! LES GO!~~" he shouted, praising himself for the best wingman job he'd ever done.

Maple approached Taca, watching as his friend stormed off stoically. "So... I kinda slipped my number into your wallet... So you already have it," she said gleefully, bumping him with more than her share of a stray hip.

"But what did you write it on?" flipping open the wallet, his eyes remain focused on the contents. "oh," he whispered to himself, Maple standing beside him, as close as she could ever be by his side, looking down at what she had done, "Oh dear..." The gears in his head began to turn, as maple held him tighter than before, finishing the meeting with one more heartfelt love squeeze. "Oh dear." He muttered, as she let him go once more.