he original Gator Encounter was one of my stories that really caught on and spoke to quite a few people and is responsible for a lot of warm feedback that I received in regards to. Normally I'm always a little touchy about this sequel business because I feel it may tarnish the value and impact of the story but quite a few readers were eager to read a follow-up. I love the people who follow me and enjoy my works so I decided to do this one for them.

hankfully with the open-ended ending of the first story there was plenty of room to expand upon and develop some of the characters further... and yes there's some good ol' fashioned zeta loving in here.

" swear to God, you made out with that alligator at the Fourth of July party we had, Draco" Jim said as he leaned against the back counter behind the cash register.

"ou've argued that point for five months now Jim," Dracokon replied annoyed. "I'm telling YOU that you were shitfaced hammered and you're exaggerating what happened. I gave her a little peck on the nose that's all" he said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the register counter with his back facing the store.

im started laughing. "It was a SHE?" He asked.

racokon began to form his rebuttal but was interrupted when a customer behind him got his attention with a polite "excuse me". He turned around and was greeted by a college student-aged girl holding a copy of Anaconda in one hand and Lake Placid in the other. "I'm looking for a decent scary movie for the girls in my sorority, are either of these two good? They look kind of scary."

im snickered as he tried to contain his laughter while Dracokon took in a deep breath to begin explaining the films he was presented with. "Well, it's hard to say. They both really kind of annoyed me only because they gave the anaconda a lot more teeth than it should have, plus constrictors don't have fangs the way they are portrayed in the film. Lake Placid was alright but they kept referring to the reptile as a crocodile when it looks more like a giant alligator."

he customer cocked her head to the side and asked "...there's a difference?"

"h, yeah, quite a few" Dracokon responded slightly annoyed. "The easily noticeable differences are that crocodiles usually have more pointed snouts while alligators don't, and crocodiles also have a snaggletoo-"

" uh, I think I'll get Scream instead..." she said as she awkwardly backed away from the register.

im started laughing hard. "Real smooth Draco," he said. "You must get all kinds of ass with that encyclopedia of knowledge up in your head. That chick was smokin' hot too, if you'd have impressed her with something NOT creepy you probably could have been invited to that party."

racokon turned back around and leaned against the counter to face Jim. "She wasn't really my type anyways," he replied.

"eah, because she didn't come in here on four legs covered in scales with a long spiky tail."

"ou're an asshole, Jim. You know that?" Dracokon said. "Besides I don't see a MISS Jim Tucker around anywhere."

"ouche, Dracokon" Jim said as he admitted defeat. "Do you have any plans for New Years? I was going to head down to that golf resort place my uncle owns and you're welcome to tag along if you want. You can see your girlfriend again if you can tell her apart from all the other alligators there," he said rolling his eyes.

racokon was pleased to be invited to the resort again, especially considering what took place the last time he went on the trip. After last July he'd always associate a certain intimate experience with that location; he'd never be able to think of the resort the same way again. A few flashbacks of the alligator replayed in Dracokon's head and as he enjoyed reminiscing about the feeling of her skin and the aurally pleasing sounds she made he responded with a quick "sure".

hristmas Day came and went with New Year's Eve not far behind and coming closer with each passing day. Dracokon was excited about the trip and wasn't socially restricted when he was home from work and alone in his house, so he was free to express his glee by dancing around the house, playing more Guitar Hero (badly) than he usually did, and especially by cuddling up next to his stuffed alligator when things got chilly at night. New Year's Day (and Eve) would be falling on a weekend this year, so the festivities were scheduled to go all weekend long. Sure, Dracokon enjoyed himself at the actual parties and couldn't get enough of the tasty barbeque that Greg's expensive pit almost infinitely churned out but the real motivation behind the trip was all in the hopes that he'd get a second encounter with the friend "with benefits" he made the last time he was there. In the early afternoon of that Friday, the 30th of December, Jim called to let Dracokon know he was on his way to pick him up. The minutes turned to hours in Dracokon's head as he wondered if the hands on his Godzilla wall clock were even still working. A familiar horn tooted outside shortly thereafter; Jim had pulled up in his truck.

racokon hurried out the door almost forgetting to lock it behind him as he eagerly tossed his duffel bag in the back seat of the truck and climbed into the passenger side. In an effort to keep his excitement low-key, he resisted the urge to slide across the hood of the vehicle Dukes of Hazzard style. Getting your thigh caught on the Chevrolet hood ornament of Jim rusty old truck probably wouldn't have been a good thing.

"eady?" Jim said as he shifted the truck from park back into drive.

"ep, let's get moving" Dracokon replied as they started down the street once again on their journey to Four Springs Resort, the expensive and expansive property that has Greg's name written all over its legal documents. The second trip down there was just as familiar as the first as the two chatted over matters at work while taking turns playing with the radio and getting upset when the other would interrupt a favorite song.

s they neared their destination Jim piped in regarding the weekend's activities, "You're going to be staying in the same rental house as before since it's just a single and a lot of the other ones are currently rented out by people right now. You know, the old fuckers, tourists and shit who come down here and burn up the batteries on the carts not because they need them but because they're fat and lazy." Jim's mini-rant continued on for a couple of minutes until Dracokon chimed in and acknowledged where he was going to be staying.

hey passed through the gates to the golf resort and pulled up to the same "OFFICE" building as last time; they invited themselves in to pick up Draco's set of keys. Greg was inside playing Windows Solitaire on his computer while talking to an obviously irate person over the phone as he tried to explain that he was out of the rental houses the customer was asking for. He waved and motioned for Jim and Dracokon to come on behind the counter as his argument abruptly ended when noticeably more audible shouting could be heard on the other line followed by it simply stopping. The customer had hung up.

he three men exchanged formalities with each other while catching up on the past six or so months. Not a whole lot of change, just a handful more people this time around. Greg mentioned something snide about Dracokon's rumored affinity for alligators while waving the keys to Draco's rental house around. Dracokon angrily snatched his keys from Greg's hand as he waved them about.

"esty are we?" Greg said with a chuckle.

"ey, I just want to toss my duffel bag of crap somewhere and get a bite to eat, I've been starving all day!" Dracokon said in a poor attempt to save face.

racokon walked out of the office with Jim and sat in the truck. Jim mumbled something about tourists again and how he'd have been happy to loan a cart to Draco for free. As a person who isn't too coordinated when he's angry Jim spent a solid few seconds fumbling with his keys while trying to put the right one into the ignition. Dracokon chuckled at Jim's fidgeting before Jim snapped back with "You can fucking walk down there if you want to, smart ass."

racokon covered his mouth with his hand and tried to stop laughing. "I'm sorry," he said, "you just always act like this when you get mad."

im finally had the key in the ignition and started the truck while mocking Dracokon. "Nyeh nyeh nyeh when you're mad nyeh nyeh nyeh. If I wanted someone to nag me all the time I'd go get married." Jim threw the truck into reverse and peeled out from where he was parked. He changed gears to drive while drifting backwards making the truck lurch forward before picking up and taking off. After a short drive down the resort's main road followed by a turn down a smaller path towards the lake they arrived at the familiar old house Dracokon had stayed in five months ago. "Here we are, Gator Fucker." Jim said.

racokon shot Jim a quick glare and then thanked him for the ride as he grabbed his duffel bag and jogged up to the door. He pulled the house key out of his pocket and eagerly welcomed himself inside the cozy little cabin. He tossed his duffel bag onto the same sofa as last time and re-familiarized himself with the place. He strolled into the kitchenette and fixed the flashing "12:00" on the microwave clock and checked the mini-fridge for any goodies. It was a busier season than the last time Dracokon had visited, but Greg still remembered to include a little care package of a couple of 20 ounce sodas and some sandwich supplies. Looking at the bag of sliced ham gave Dracokon the urge to go outside to the lake to see if his "old friend" was still hanging around. He nabbed the package of ham and opened up the sliding window door facing the lake.

s he stepped outside he was greeted by a view unchanged. Opposite of where he was standing on the other side of the calm lake was the same dense pack of trees, he was standing on the same well kept grass, and of course the same silly little "BEWARE OF ALLIGATORS" sign that he blatantly dismissed the last time he was here too. Perhaps the only change to the cabin was the replacement lawn furniture. Dracokon turned to the side to see if there was another chair since he had accidentally broken the one that used to be there. Sitting in the place of the brittle white Wal-Mart chair was a sturdier-looking stainless steel (or was it aluminum?) chair frame with some taut plastic mesh for the seat and back. This one wasn't going to break, it was gator-proof!

racokon walked down to the water and sat by the lakeside. He tossed a couple of nearby rocks into the lake and watched the ripple rings spread across the surface, but alas that was the only activity in the water that he could see. Dracokon opened the bag of meat he had taken with him and threw a few of the ham slices like a Frisbee into the water. They floated on the surface like lilypads made of meat and Dracokon watched them intently. Dracokon noticed that Jim had pulled up at the house about a quarter mile down the lakeside and was clearly agitated at something that was over there.

"UCK!" Jim shouted audibly from where he was. Dracokon turned and looked down at Jim just in time to see him feverishly throw a warped metal chair frame at the ground in frustration. "FATASSES! PIECE OF SHIT!" he shouted at the chair while giving it the finger. Jim stormed off around the side of the house and Dracokon turned his attention back to the lake. One of the pieces of ham was missing. Dracokon glanced around to see if it had floated off somewhere, but it was gone. He looked up at the sky and around the lakeside to see if there was a bird that had snatched one, but now that Jim had walked off the only living thing in sight was just Dracokon.

racokon heard a "bloop" come from the lake surface and looked back at the meat. There was only one disc of ham floating on the surface of the water now; Dracokon didn't take his eyes off of it. He had just about lost a staring match to the cured pork when he saw a little snout pop up and snatch the meat from the surface. "Bloop!"

t was an alligator.

ith no more treats floating on the water the reptile popped its head up through the surface and gently paddled its way to the shallow lakeside Dracokon was sitting near. Dracokon admired the alligator as it lay in the inch-deep water staring back. Like Jim sarcastically said at the electronics store, how was Dracokon going to figure out if it was his so-called "girlfriend alligator" or just any other regular reptile that came up on shore? The alligator took a few more steps out of the chilly water until it was up on the shore about a stone's throw from Dracokon, its eyes still fixated on the curious human. Dracokon reflected back on his previous encounter at the lake and replayed the memories in his head to the best of his ability. He snapped out of his trance when he remembered a single peculiarity about his mate; she was missing one of the large spines on her back at the base of her tail. Dracokon remembered feeling the scar when he was holding her and gently stroking her skin.

e looked intently at the back of the alligator sitting a few yards away from him and silently eyed over the spines on its back. They were all there until he neared the gator's hindquarters; there was one missing above its back right leg. It looked like he found that special girl that graced the punchlines of most of Jim's humor since summer. Perhaps the alligator remembered Dracokon as well, because she took a few more cautious steps forward in his direction much to the glee of Draco who smiled back at her. After a couple of moments of the silent shuffling of her legs the alligator was close enough where Dracokon could have put his hand on her snout, which he tried to do but was unable to since she kept walking straight for the bag of lunch meat that was still open and sitting in the grass. Once Dracokon saw where she was heading he tried to snatch the bag away but was a few seconds late.

"o!" He groaned in an upset tone, "That was going to be my dinner!" Dracokon pulled the plastic bag off of the gator's snout with a sigh. "This time you skipped the bread and the condiments, I guess you know what you want?" He said with a lighthearted tone in his voice.

racokon admired the gator's inherent cuteness as she looked back at him, her skin still wet from the lake and casting a soft glare where the sunlight hit it. The occasional breeze was enough to give Dracokon a little chill even with his light jacket on; he assumed the naked reptile would have things much worse and might warm up a bit if she was actually physically warmed up. Dracokon stood up and walked over to the cabin. The sliding glass door that led into the living room was also on the backside of the cabin facing the lake; he opened the door and started waving at the alligator hoping she would get the hint and come inside. She raised her head up towards Dracokon and took a couple of steps forward looking a little confused on where she was supposed to be going. Dracokon disappeared into the cabin for a moment to search for an incentive.

raco opened the refrigerator and was again greeted only by some sliced cheese, little bottles of various sandwich dressings, and some bottles of soda. There was nothing there that would seem appetizing for a reptile unless she liked processed cheese or high fructose corn syrup. Draco opened up the freezer and lo and behold there was a prize inside in the form of a half-empty frozen package of breakfast bacon. A previous guest must have left it there when they checked out. Dracokon grabbed the bacon and threw it into the microwave. He pressed the "reheat" button and suddenly became beyond impatient while watching the bacon slowly spin around and the one minute timer count to zero. He glanced back outside to check if the alligator was still hanging out but focused his attention back to the food when he heard the timer go off with a loud "Ding!"

he bacon was still frozen in the center much like every other food product ever cooked in a microwave; Dracokon hoped the gator wouldn't mind the two-toned meat. He once again stood outside the sliding door and waved a few pieces of the half-frozen pork around. The alligator picked up the scent of breakfast (in the afternoon), trotted over to the house, and eagerly held her mouth open for Dracokon to toss his handouts into. He fed her the bacon, and once she felt the warm air blowing out from the open cabin door she bumped past Dracokon and laid on the carpet behind the sofa where one of the heating vents was installed.

"nce she raises her body temperature up a bit she'll be a little more active, and perhaps in the mood to 'play'." Dracokon thought to himself devilishly. He took the two cushions off of the sofa and tried to figure out how to get the folding bed out. After pulling a few straps and yanking on a handle the metal frame gave in and the bed unfolded with a shrill creaking sound. The mattress which had probably been folded up for a while was still very comfortable as Dracokon confirmed by sitting on it and rolling around. He took the set of bedsheets out of the closet and dressed the bed with its sheet and comforter and tossed the extra pillows from the closet onto the mattress as well. Along with the bed dressings he took out a small red velvet zipper bag from his much larger duffel bag and tossed it onto the corner of the mattress against the couch's backrest. He climbed onto the bed and laid back propped up so he could watch what was on television.

lmost right on time the alligator had her fill of thermostat-controlled environment and started to walk around to see where Dracokon had gone. With the bed unfolded she wasn't quite able to see Dracokon sitting up there watching the TV, so she strolled into the adjoining kitchenette to find absolutely nothing. On her way out she noticed Draco on the bed so she once again decided to prove her curious nature by peeking up at him. Dracokon noticed her moving around and looked over to see a familiar pair of eyes giving him an even more familiar look.

e laughed and patted the area of bed next to him. "Come on up," he said. "I know you can climb up things!"

he alligator started climbing up onto the bed by putting her front legs up on the edge and began to pull herself up. After a few moments of negotiating the foreign (and soft) terrain of the Hide-A-Bed mattress she was right up next to Dracokon, resting her head gently on his stomach. Draco placed his hand on her snout and gently stroked her skin, rubbing her gullet and where her neck started. She murred at him and gently let her mouth open just a little bit. She climbed up on top of Dracokon so he could wrap his arms around her and gently stroke her back and sides.

" missed you," Dracokon said as he kissed the alligator on her snout. "I realized you never had a name though, and I'd like to call you something other than Gator." Dracokon paused for a moment to think before he spoke again. "I think I'll call you Nessie, after the lake monster from Loch Ness."

essie murred again as Dracokon gently rolled over onto his side with her and guided Nessie onto her back so he could rub her belly, one of his favorite parts of any reptile. Dracokon enjoyed gently running his fingers down the length of Nessie's underside while she let out an occasional low hiss of pleasure. With each pass he let himself get a little closer to her vent before he eventually began to slowly run his finger along the length of her opening and around all of her smaller ventral scales. Dracokon paused for a moment to reach over to the little red bag and open it up. He felt around inside the bag and as his fingers passed over a few "toys" modeled after a certain kind of reptilian anatomy he finally found what he was looking for, a small bottle of water-based lubricant.

"ast time things were a little spontaneous," he said as he gave the bottle a gentle shaking. "This time let's make sure it's even more enjoyable for the both of us."