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You Don't Have to Put on the Rex Dress
I have a constant desire to draw rex's in lingerie. Also, my friend Duhad 
Duhad wrote a story to accompany it! Thank you so much friend!
‘Lucky Jake’, that’s what his friends called him. Well, when they were out drinking - when they were playing they tended to be a lot more salty, but that’s just what happens when you can’t help cleaning out everyone you play against. Jake wasn’t just good, he was the best and when he entered the ‘Dream Land’ casino and strip joint he was determined not to walk back out till he owned the place!
That was the plan, anyway, but ‘Lucky Jake’ quickly found that being the best in a small town and being good enough to clean out a casino often patronized by the most skilled and wealthiest players around were two very different ball games.
Pride and a refusal to quit when he was behind had done the rest and before the night had even come close to getting late, ‘Not So Lucky Jake’ was finding himself being dragged to the back by a couple of heavily muscled bouncers. Turns out his last card bounced and the mortgage on his house failed to dig him back out of the red, as had an emergency loan and even putting his car on collateral wouldn’t save his ass.
The one glimmer of luck old Jake had was that the pit boss had at least enough decency NOT to bury him out in the desert… Though when he explained just HOW Jake was going to be paying the house back, he couldn’t help but wonder if that might not be the more appealing option…
“Here.” The gruff older man said, tossing a set of lacy lingerie to Jack along with a bowtie. “That’s your uniform, you're gonna be working off your debt serving drinks and putting on a show for our more… Seasoned customers. Those who are willing to pay extra for a more unique experience.”
Jake blushed. “People pay to see pasty middle aged guys wearing… Women’s lingerie?” His blush deepened. “Without underwear?”
“The uniform is designed to fit ALL body types.” The man explained, lighting a cigar. “Whatever our valued customers want, that will ensure you're ready to fit the bill. Now get out there! If you want out before the end of the century you better be bringing in TIPS!”
Jake grumbled, but did as he was told, feeling utterly humiliated as he slowly walked out towards the floor, dressed in nothing but fishnets and spandex. Above the door, a screen flashed a warning:
VOTE TALLIED: WINNER: FEMALE TYRANNOSAURUS REX - NAME: REXANNE
“Great…” Jake sighed. “This is some sort of weird furry-sex club isn’t it?” Unbeknownst to him, his body had begun to grow, his exposed skin turning a light shade of brown as pebble like scales formed across it. “I REALLY hope they don’t try and give me some stupid punny-name like that when it's my turn to go out.”
Behind him, Jake’s butt began to itch and he reached back, scratching at the irritable spot, unaware of the thickening tail which had sprouted from his spine, new fishnets forming around it as it grew. “God this thing is riding up my ass…” He grumbled, trying to move his ever broadening thighs to inconspicuously hide his privates, unaware that his manhood had already taken the initiative and retracted back inside of his body, reforming into a much more feminine reproductive system. “I wonder where that ‘Rexanne’ woman is…” he smiled slightly, sharp teeth poking out from his lengthening jaws as he, now she, did so. “Hm, if I get to see the girls this place hires backstage… Maybe this won’t be so bad after all?”
“HEY!” A voice called from the doors to the floor, a bizarre cow woman poking her horned head in to glare at Jake. “Rexanne! You're on!”
“She’s not here…” Jake began, frowning and trailing off as her voice deepened to a rumble, the cow seeming to shrink before her eyes. “Here? Wait, hold on, what’s wrong with your face? Do they make the workers here get plastic surgery or something!?”
“Very funny, funny girl.” The cow woman snorted. “GET OUT THERE NOW! Or do you want to spend your first shift working the private rooms?”
“The- What!?” Jake began, but a second later the cow woman grabbed her tie and yanked her forward, pulling her out onto the floor.
From somewhere unseen a magnified voice shouted, “LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND OTHERS! Please put your hands together for our newest girl, all the way from the cretaceous period it's REXAAAAANNE!”
Jake blinked as the crowd cheered, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim, flashing lights. After a moment she caught her reflection on a mirrored wall and felt her massive jaw drop at the sight of her tyrannosaurus body.
Before she could react or even say a word, the cow woman was shoving a serving tray into her diminutive hands and shouting over the din of music and voices, “TAKE ORDERS AND SERVE DRINKS! YOUR SHIFT ENDS AT SIX AND IF YOU WANT TIPS, I RECOMMEND YOU LIFT THAT TAIL!”
Confused, uncertain and overwhelmed, Jake did the only thing she could think to do…
She got to work.
Duhad wrote a story to accompany it! Thank you so much friend!‘Lucky Jake’, that’s what his friends called him. Well, when they were out drinking - when they were playing they tended to be a lot more salty, but that’s just what happens when you can’t help cleaning out everyone you play against. Jake wasn’t just good, he was the best and when he entered the ‘Dream Land’ casino and strip joint he was determined not to walk back out till he owned the place!
That was the plan, anyway, but ‘Lucky Jake’ quickly found that being the best in a small town and being good enough to clean out a casino often patronized by the most skilled and wealthiest players around were two very different ball games.
Pride and a refusal to quit when he was behind had done the rest and before the night had even come close to getting late, ‘Not So Lucky Jake’ was finding himself being dragged to the back by a couple of heavily muscled bouncers. Turns out his last card bounced and the mortgage on his house failed to dig him back out of the red, as had an emergency loan and even putting his car on collateral wouldn’t save his ass.
The one glimmer of luck old Jake had was that the pit boss had at least enough decency NOT to bury him out in the desert… Though when he explained just HOW Jake was going to be paying the house back, he couldn’t help but wonder if that might not be the more appealing option…
“Here.” The gruff older man said, tossing a set of lacy lingerie to Jack along with a bowtie. “That’s your uniform, you're gonna be working off your debt serving drinks and putting on a show for our more… Seasoned customers. Those who are willing to pay extra for a more unique experience.”
Jake blushed. “People pay to see pasty middle aged guys wearing… Women’s lingerie?” His blush deepened. “Without underwear?”
“The uniform is designed to fit ALL body types.” The man explained, lighting a cigar. “Whatever our valued customers want, that will ensure you're ready to fit the bill. Now get out there! If you want out before the end of the century you better be bringing in TIPS!”
Jake grumbled, but did as he was told, feeling utterly humiliated as he slowly walked out towards the floor, dressed in nothing but fishnets and spandex. Above the door, a screen flashed a warning:
VOTE TALLIED: WINNER: FEMALE TYRANNOSAURUS REX - NAME: REXANNE
“Great…” Jake sighed. “This is some sort of weird furry-sex club isn’t it?” Unbeknownst to him, his body had begun to grow, his exposed skin turning a light shade of brown as pebble like scales formed across it. “I REALLY hope they don’t try and give me some stupid punny-name like that when it's my turn to go out.”
Behind him, Jake’s butt began to itch and he reached back, scratching at the irritable spot, unaware of the thickening tail which had sprouted from his spine, new fishnets forming around it as it grew. “God this thing is riding up my ass…” He grumbled, trying to move his ever broadening thighs to inconspicuously hide his privates, unaware that his manhood had already taken the initiative and retracted back inside of his body, reforming into a much more feminine reproductive system. “I wonder where that ‘Rexanne’ woman is…” he smiled slightly, sharp teeth poking out from his lengthening jaws as he, now she, did so. “Hm, if I get to see the girls this place hires backstage… Maybe this won’t be so bad after all?”
“HEY!” A voice called from the doors to the floor, a bizarre cow woman poking her horned head in to glare at Jake. “Rexanne! You're on!”
“She’s not here…” Jake began, frowning and trailing off as her voice deepened to a rumble, the cow seeming to shrink before her eyes. “Here? Wait, hold on, what’s wrong with your face? Do they make the workers here get plastic surgery or something!?”
“Very funny, funny girl.” The cow woman snorted. “GET OUT THERE NOW! Or do you want to spend your first shift working the private rooms?”
“The- What!?” Jake began, but a second later the cow woman grabbed her tie and yanked her forward, pulling her out onto the floor.
From somewhere unseen a magnified voice shouted, “LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND OTHERS! Please put your hands together for our newest girl, all the way from the cretaceous period it's REXAAAAANNE!”
Jake blinked as the crowd cheered, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim, flashing lights. After a moment she caught her reflection on a mirrored wall and felt her massive jaw drop at the sight of her tyrannosaurus body.
Before she could react or even say a word, the cow woman was shoving a serving tray into her diminutive hands and shouting over the din of music and voices, “TAKE ORDERS AND SERVE DRINKS! YOUR SHIFT ENDS AT SIX AND IF YOU WANT TIPS, I RECOMMEND YOU LIFT THAT TAIL!”
Confused, uncertain and overwhelmed, Jake did the only thing she could think to do…
She got to work.
Category Artwork (Digital) / TF / TG
Species Dinosaur
Size 2773 x 1329px
File Size 2.63 MB
Hehe someone they might get along with https://www.dropbox.com/s/hpd55sw4c.....-rexy.png?dl=0 ^..^
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