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Didn't do any streams this year, due to some real life shenanigans that left me displaced, but hey still got some scribbles in!
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All Eyes on She
For: Lydemox
“Suuuuuune.” Slouched forward, and hand held up beside his face, Shady whined as every pair of eyes on and off the road was drawn towards his significant other. ...Emphasis on significant.
Chuckling to herself, the sidewalk filling kitsune trailing behind him sashayed in response. Nipping at Shady's heels, the mystical vulpine's bloated and swollen feet dimpling the very concrete beneath them, Lyde booty quaked and booty shaked. With an errant bump of her gray furred behind a light pole uprooted itself from its mooring and careened into the street running alongside them.
SCREEEEEEEEEEECH
A rusted junker, puttering along the two lane street at a leisurely pace, simply ran over the sparking mass of metal of wires. Its driver, hopelessly entranced by Lyde's impossible apple bottom and swishing red tipped tails, couldn't help but gawk even as their vehicle wildly veered back and forth.
CRNNNNNNNNNCH
“Suuuuuuuune! Please! This isn't what I had in mind when I wanted you to treat me to a night on the town!” Running his hands through the tuft of fluff atop his head, Shady doled out apologies to the multi-car pileup accumulating on the city streets behind them. The flustered fox, his cream furred cheeks now colored crimson, huffed as his loomy lover swallowed him up in her shadow. Did she really have to do this right here? Right now? In the middle of the city for all to see?
Lyde's perfect pair of peaches, practically wider than she was tall, audibly jiggled with her every thooming footfall. Screeching tires, compacting metal, and the wail of car alarms filled the air as passersby obsessively ogled at the sight of her. Be they stumbling into benches, or smacking into the trees lining the sides of the street, she was the undisputed center of attention. Her jorts clad rear was simply that hpynotic. “What? Don't like being seen out and about with your partner?”
A shiver ran down Shady's spine when he felt her husky voice, smooth as syrup, rattle within his ribs. Swishing his hands about his wrists, mindful of the slack jawed furs staring out through the windows of the bodegas and barbershops they sauntered past, the pale furred fox let slip a nervous laugh. “O-o-of course I do! It's just...”
WHUMPF
The kitsune's heaving tits, straining her tank top taut, came to heavily rest upon his shoulders. Her nipples alone, jutting through the fabric, rivaled Shady's head in size, “Just what?” she cooed as she brushed back her wild and unkempt black hair.
Teeth clenched, Shady wheezed as his vertebrae threated to collapse in on themselves. “I-i-it's just... I just...” A deafening sloshing, the churning of an ocean's worth of milk, rang between his ears. “You're just... kinda sorta making a scene,” he bashfully mumbled.
A feigned gasp slipped free from Lyde's plump lips. “Who? Lil' ol' me?”
Staggering forward, one foot hesitantly planted before the other, the fox nodded against her cleavage.
Laughter, silky and sensual, boomed out from Lyde's chest. “You call this a scene? Oh hon...”
BWOOMPH
With a noisy glurk Lyde's tits surged forward. Tank top riding high along her torso, the kitsune hummed as the stretched taut cloth caught against her perky nipples.
“Uh oh.” Tail gone limp, the fox yelped as the bottoms of his beloved's breasts brushed against his neck. The weight of the world was lifted from Shady's shoulders as Lyde's ample assets, along with the rest of her, slowly swelled out of reach.
Blushing like mad, Shady bunched his paws together as Lyde's shadow stretched out before him. Audible creaks, groans, and glorps echoed around him as her lustful laughter cratered in octave.
Gulp. Swallowing hard, Shady tried not to focus on the sound of her jeans snapping apart at the waist. He tried not to drink in the symphony of snaps that exploded out from her rear as threads of denim, vainly trying to hold back her enormous ass cheeks, gave up the ghost.
GRMMMMMMMMBLE
Her belly, doughy and distended, settled atop his noggin while her thighs clapped against his sides. Ears burning, Shady couldn't help but nuzzle into her heft. He had rivaled her in height all of an instant ago yet here he was struggling to measure up to her waist.
BWOMMMMMMMMP
Lyde's knees, plush and plump, kneaded his cheeks between them.
“Now this?” moaned the kitsune as she cupped and kneaded her engorged breasts. Her every footfall, already thooming, started to register on the Richter scale as she not so subtly surged upwards as much as she did outwards. “Shady, Shady, Shady...”
Lips peeled back into a knowing grin, Lyde spilled off the sidewalk and sauntered out into the now all too narrow streets.
KRATHOOOOOM
“I-I-I get it hon,” Shady huffed as he tugged at his color.
Eye level with the street lights, Lyde's sensual laughter rattled the windows of the surrounding structures. With every step clouds of pebbles erupted from between her chafing toes. The asphalt, buckling beneath her broad soles, had no choice but to mold to the contours of her plump paws.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Hopelessly enraptured, Shady could but watch as his lover casually shoved cars aside with her bus sized feet. Bloating bigger by the second, her moans sending traffic lights swinging, the fox's heart caught in his throat. He could, he should, ask her to stop.
CRKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Yet he didn't want her to. Even as cars and pedestrians alike tumbled into her ever growing pawprints he remained silent.
BADOOOM
Shady's lips quivered at the sight of Lyde's thighs scraping along the facades of the brick businesses and apartments lining the street. Balconies, windowsills, and awnings; all of them cleaved away like they were nothing.
KATHOOM
The fox's breathing faltered at the sound, at the sensation, of the waves of sound and fury that pulsed through him with every clap of the kitsune's cheeks.
TATOOOM
Muffled explosions rippled across the cityscape every time Lyde's behemoth breasts slammed into a building. Her sloshing spheres, stretching from her crotch to her chin, swung side to side with frightening ease. At every impact ripples of fat and flab rolled across her curves as obelisks of steel and mortar crumpled away into dust.
BAFWOOOOM
Shockwaves, colored by the various hues of atomized bricks her bloated feet crashed through, roared out from Lyde with her every footfall. Arms hanging limply at his sides Shady, just as hopelessly transfixed as everyone else, stood silent as waves of upturned earth surged towards him. A dreamy sigh tumbled out from between his lips as he was sent violently tumbling backwards.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Flopped on his back among the wreckage, Shady shuddered as an atmospheric haze enveloped his incessantly swelling partner. Even when lying prone on the ground he could feel his neck strain trying to take her in.
FWOOOMMMMMMM
Big.
Thighs chafing, Lyde grunted as she tossed a knowing look over her shoulder. Winking at her little love, she ground her heel into what remained of their tiny town. A wrinkled wall of flesh, radiating heat and stretching beyond the periphery of Shady's vision, slammed down before him. The faintest gaps between those folds of fur were akin to canyons.
Bigger.
Arms tossed up above her head, biceps brushing against her breasts, Lyde playfully twiddled and twirled clouds betwixt her fingers. Entire zip codes, then counties, then states disappeared beneath the fat of her feet. Untold masses found themselves, and their homes, lost in the faintest creases of her leathery toes and soles.
Biggest.
Dropping to her knees, her thunder thighs slowly coming to clap against the curvature of the earth itself, Lyde couldn't help but chuckle as the interconnected continents shuddered beneath her soft step. Wiggling to and fro, her many tails lifted high, the kitsune treated the whole of the hemisphere to her sky blotting pair of lady lips and puckered anus.
“This is making a scene...” Lyde boomed in a loin loosing feminine baritone that blasted the very moon out of orbit.
“D-d-duly noted hon...” Shady gasped as that apocalyptic, and ravenous, ass methodically descended upon him. Swallowing hard, trying not to pay too much mind to the weather systems vaporizing against her meteoric cheeks, he steeled himself for a very literal night on the town.
Asspocalypse Now
For: Westpilot
“Wonderful!” beamed the bespectacled bovine. Nodding to herself, the pink furred Miltank twirled excitedly in her office chair. Today had been nothing but success after success after success!
Rolling her shoulders, her snugly fitting shirt jostling and struggling to hold back her pronounced cleavage, Mellicent reached forward and daintily activated the myriad TM discs whirring away on her desk. Sparks, brilliant and blue, crackled along their surface as they powered up.
BZZZT BZZZT
Stifling a triumphant moo the Miltank watched her smart phone skitter across the various burns and water stains that pocked her desk. Plucking it up between her keratin tipped fingers she excitedly scrolled through a set of automated texts.
“Water Gun? Check. Bubblebeam? Check.” Mellicent's pale blue eyes swiveled between her cracked screen and the the organized mess before her. Perfect.
Nod nod nodding along, her tied back ponytail swishing along her shoulders, she continued to tick off her checklist. “Teleport?” She cautiously flicked at the next disc. Droplets of water, conjured forth by the Water Gun (TM) and purified to perfection by the Bubblebeam (TM) alongside it, pooled along the ridges of the Teleport (TM)'s vinyl surface. With a whine it powered up as all of a singular bead of hydrogen dioxide, and nothing more, disappeared into the ether.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! YES YES YES!” Mellicent furiously tamped her cloven feet against the carpeted floor. Finally! Finally finally finally! Leaning back into her chair, muffin top spilling out over her denim clad thighs, the Miltank dragged an arm across her fuzzy brow. It had taken her AGES to figure out how to shake out and set in place just how much mass Teleport would be permitted to displace.
BZZZT BZZZT
Phone tucked between her bountiful breasts, Mellicent leaned forward and twiddled her fingers at her latest and greatest experiment to date. A petri dish, replete with a menagerie of mosses and pale grey flakes of dirt, stoically regarded her well wishes. The TMs encircling, and linked to it, not only generated but siphoned resources to it at a safe and steady dripfeed.
“Temperature controlled. Endlessly expandable. A veritable freshwater ocean at your fingertips...” Mellicent beamed at her unseen audience. “You lot have it made!” Ears twitching, the Miltank could swear she could make out the faintest squeaks of praise wafting up from within the plastic and well populated disc.
It had been a hard sell, convincing her classmates and coworkers to go in on this, but the Miltank couldn't be happier! To think! She had all but solved a generational crisis! It was honestly embarrassing how long it had taken her, and near every other rigorous researcher at that, to find the fix. Yet when they finally came to grasp the practical applications of Minimize...
Arms tucked close, fingers thrumming along her elbows, the Miltank still couldn't help but marvel at the breakneck pace of technological advances that had followed. Minimize, while limited to an oddly immutable number of casts upon Pokemon, was nigh endlessly applicable to anything and everything besides them. Microchips. Manufacturing. And now... Metropoli!
Mellicent tossed a glance towards her dormant 3D printer. Imperceptibly small apartments, homes, heck even entire neighborhoods and city scapes could be conjured on command and seeded alongside mosses and lichens with ease. There, shrunken down beyond perception, people could carve out a life of their own without want or worry as they comfortably subsided on next to nothing. Hells! If the place ever got overcrowded Mellicent could simply shrink everyone down even further and make it all the more spacious for them!
Mmph. Leaning back in her chair, hands cupped against her face while her palms kneaded into her eyes, the Miltank siiiiiiiiiiiiighed as sweet serotonin flooded her thoughts. All the precautions, all the trials, all the proofs of concept... all of it had borne fruit. All of it had gone according to her meticulously calculated plans. For the first time in weeks her thoughts, incessantly racing, went silent. No longer need she concern herself with the structural integrity of the nigh nanoscopic city. No longer need she fuss and fret over cultivating and carefully curating the flora that surrounded it. No longer need she muse and worry over establishing a bitty biome that could indefinitely sustain itself. No longer, no longer, no longer...
As she gracelessly flopped back Mellicent anxiously tamped a cloven foot against the beaten down carpet beneath her desk. "...What now?" she asked of no one in particular. The Miltank, so obsessed with her work, had all but forgotten how to relax much less celebrate a job well done.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Psssst. Mellicent! Is now a good time, hon?”
“Hmm?” Craning her neck, the Miltank curiously regarded the rhythmic rapping at her door. “What's up, Mom?
With a creak, Mellicent's door swung open to reveal a matronly and impossibly plush Miltank. The bovine's black fuzzed ears, cow bell earrings dangling from the piercings punched into them, perked to attention as an aromatic blast of heated air trailed past her. “Well... I was wondering if mah little super scientist would be able to pencil me into her busy schedule! I've got some Poke Puffs coolin' on the counter and I could sure use some help puttin' them through the rigors of a proper taste test!”
“Mooooooooom.” Snorting, Mellicent swatted a hand at the doorframe filling Miltank.
“C'mon now, Melli Belly. You know better than anyone how dangerous this line a' work is!” Margie teased as she slapped at her taut and distended stomach. Her heaving breasts noisily sloshed atop her drum of a gut for emphasis.
Eyes closed, Mellicent reluctantly sniffed and snuffed at the cinnamon scented breeze carrying into her room. Fingers thrumming along her plush tummy, the Miltank smacked her lips at the thought. “I suppose I can lend you my expertise just this once...” she trailed off with a chuckle. Rising to her cloven feet, hands kneading at her lower back, Mellicent cast a wistful gaze towards her imperceptible acquaintances. There they were kicking off settling into new homes, and new lives, while here she was still living at home. Sigh. Maybe one day she'd be able to follow after them...
“Attagirl,” Margie smirked. Oofing, the pleasantly plump Miltank barely managed to pull herself out of the doorframe with a pronounced pop.
Shuffling past her mother, Mellicent kneaded at her stomach as she lumbered down the hallway. Know what? She really did deserve a break! And a treat, no less!
Turning the corner into the kitchen the Miltank shuddered as the ambient and crackling heat of the oven beckoned her close. There, resting on the cooling rack atop it lay a dozen plus Poke Puffs with her name on them! Fingers a twiddle, Mellicent daintily plucked one up and shoved it between her cheeks.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Nomf. Omf. Romf. Muffled moos, interspersed with noisy smacks and swallows, reverberated within the Miltank's throat as she gorged herself on the lovingly homemade pastries.
Giggling to herself, Margie cupped her hands against her cheeks and smiled at her Melli Belly's unspoken approval. Tossing a look into her daughter's room, the motherly Miltank tut tut tutted at the sorry sight. Blinds slammed shut. Bed a rumpled mess. Laundry piled up everywhere except inside her hamper. Not to mention her work station!
With a shake of her head, the Miltank's shoulder length curly hair brushing against her broad back while she did so, Margie scrunched her lips. Her baby girl was out here tryin' to save the world livin like this? "Yer Mama ain't gonna have none of it!" Nostrils flared, the matronly Miltank grunted as she forced herself on in.
WUHMPF
Gym shorts riding high, her thighs and ample ass cheeks exposed for all to see, Margie wiggled and waggled on through. Her stomach, doughy and pliant, bowed out the door frame as fissures spread throughout it and flakes of paint rained down on her.
POP
Arms flailing at her sides the Miltank stumbled forward. As she brushed out the wrinkles in her tank top, its stretched taut form barely reaching to her bellybutton, Margie whewed in relief. With a hum the Miltank moseyed on over towards the windows and not only cracked open the blinds but pulled them up for good measure. Natural light, blinding in its beauty, washed over the room in an instant.
"Awh Melli. Where do I even begin..." Hands on her hips, Margie sighed at the sorry sight. Nothin' to it but to do it! Rolling her shoulders, the Miltank proceeded apace by shoveling a mountain of bleached jeans, wrinkled undershirts, and crumpled bras into the laundry hamper where they belonged. Plodding along the carpet, exposed to the open air for the first time in heavens knows how many weeks, Margie shoved the wicker hamper out into the hallway. Some fresh clothes, smelling of lavender and baby powder, would do that girl some good!
Sidling on up beside Mellicent's bed, the comforter tossed to the floor and sheets kicked down to the base of the mattress, Margie could only roll her eyes. "Oh fer. Why don't we wash yer bed and spread while we're at it hon?" Pulling back the sheets, and bundling them up into a cotton ball within her grasp, Margie lazily lobbed it out into the hallway.
WHUMPF
Dragging an arm across her brow, Margie rounded out her review by stomping on over towards Mellicent's desk.
THOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Sirens, wailing at a frequency Margie could never hope to hear, swept over the miniaturized metropolis at her approach. Towering skyscrapers and apartments violently swayed to and fro to the beat of the Miltank's every footfall.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The tremors ceased just as abruptly as they began. Near nanoscopic humans and furs alike, sprawled out among the sidewalks and side streets paths carved through the mountainous hills of moss, staggered to their feet. Tending to one another's scrapes and sprains they buzzed about lending aid wherever it was needed as an anxious energy filled the air.
BADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Howls and shrieks echoed among the valleys, in the insignificant gaps between the leaves lining the clumps of moss, as tornadic gales washed over the unseen cityscape.
GLURRRRRRRRRK
Jaws went slack all across the land as a reverent silence settled over the survivors. The skies above, ever misty and cloudy, took on an ominous pink hue as Margie's stomach settled down before them. Deafening gurgles radiated out from its horizon blotting form while any and light was sucked into the continental plate sized gaps between her folds of fat. Heads tilted back, their necks straining, Margie's unseen audience fearfully regarded her black hole sun of a navel glowering down at them with unknowable intent.
"Melli Bellyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," Margie whined. Petrified crumbs, half-full cans of stale soda, and piles of candy wrappers lay bunched up against the back of Mellicent's desk. Leaning forward, mindful not to mess with the obviously expensive doodads, Margie carefully plucked up the detritus and garbage blemishing her daughter's workspace. "Yer so smart in some ways and so silly in others..."
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Emergency alerts, blaring and beckoning residents to seek shelter, went unheeded. All eyes, and attention, were instead on the pair of celetial bodies, Margie's own sloshing tits, scraping away the very sky. Every time they clapped together visible shockwaves boomed out from the depthless darkness of the Miltank's cleavage. Windows shattered. Mountainslides roared. Even as destruction rained down around them, as shards of glass sprinkled the streets and the liquefying ground gave way beneath them, the hapless and hopeless denizens continued to gawk. How could they not as Margie's engorged nipples strained and stretched out her tanktop with a deafening creak? Stray snaps and ear-splitting whips lashed the land while the latticework and labyrinthian expanse of cotton fibers molded to every dimple and wrinkle in her flesh. Their life and limbs would be a small price to pay to witness those mountainous mammaries descend from the heavens like a pair of meteors.
"Phew!" Garbage in hand, Margie deposited the lot of it into an untouched and unloved can right beside Mellicent's desk. Biting down on her lip, the Milftank hummed as she sized up the stray crumbs and layers of dust that still surrounded Mellicent's whatsits. "So long as I'm careful..." Margie mumbled to herself.
KRATHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Cacophonous explosions rent apart the very land when Margie's fingers pinched against the raised walls of the petri dish. The faintest chips and imperfections in her dark colored digits, smudged against the sides of the glass, were magnified beyond belief. Vast caves of keratin, ones that would take lifetimes to explore, bunched in against and bowed the walls that were fabled to never fall.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH
Screams and pleas for help filled the air as the very earth suddenly lurched out from beneath those unfortunate enough to still be caught outside. Tossed up into the air, flailing as they tumbled into a freefall, Margie delicately scooped up the dish and set it down on the office chair behind her. Those fortunate souls tucked away and hidden inside their homes instead only found themselves crashing into their ceilings and light fixtures.
Hum hum humming to herself, Margie dragged the side of her hand along the desk and scraped away the accumulated grime and blemishes into the garbage can waiting below. All while treating her unseen audience to the unforgettable sight of her ass cheeks spilling over her gym shorts. Those perfect orbs, so vast in size, exerting their own gravitational pull on the nanoscopic wards entreated to Mellicent's care. The droplet sized lakes that pocked the dish churned and bubbled as every body of water, no matter how insignificant, found itself drawn into and swayed by the tidal forces of her rotund rear.
Tail swishing excitedly behind her, Margie beamed at a job well done. Clapping her hands together she turned her snoot up proudly. "Like I was never even-"
"MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM."
Tensing in place, Margie flailed and fumbled as her fur stood up on end. Stumbling backwards, she let slip a panicked moo while she fell back into Mellicent's chair. To those below, however, the second long freefall was the siren song of their civilization. In the blink of an eye the gentle mist that enveloped the mossy land, no more than a puff of humidity to Mellicent and Margie, vaporized upon contact with the Milftank's apocalyptic ass. Atmospheric rivers surged past and along the curvature of her bare ass cheeks in the instant before all light and life left the land.
FWUMPH
"S-s-something the matter, sweetie!?" Margie worriedly called out.
"WE'RE OUT OF POKE PUFFS!" Mellicent brayed on the verge of tears.
"Snrk." Ass cheeks settling heavily upon the petri dish, folds of flab glorping over and smothering the entirety of the unseen existence, Margie rose to her feet and pulled up her gym shorts. Cheeks puffed out, she huffed and puffed at the petri dish before planting it right back where she found it. No one, as far as she could tell, would be the wiser. "Why doncha pop open the oven, Melli Belly?"
A shocked, and giddy, gasp wafted down the hallway.
"They'll be ready in a couple minutes give or take!"
"LOVE YOU MOM."
"Love you too!" Margie eeheed.
WHUMPF
"Oh fer-" Brows pulled flat, the Milftank huffed when her muffintop and bountiful behind caught in the doorframe once more. Wiggling and waggling, her cheeks grinding and kneading
together, Margie struggled to free herself. In turn, what few survivors remained, unconscious and sprawled upon her expansive ass, found themselves clapped flat as they disappeared into the expanse.
POP
Bumbling back out into the hallway, Margie tossed a guilty look over her shoulder. Awright! The coast was clear! Hoisting up the laundry hamper she happily went about her day. No evidence, and
more importantly no survivors, left behind in her wake.
Metronome – Saturn Sneak Peek
For: Mannoth
"Away with you mortal scum!" Twirling in place, her angular yet ribbon-like sextet of wings cutting through the air with an ominous whistle, Saturn tucked an arm close to her chest. Ghastly energies coiled about the Shedinja's hollow limb and, fingers pinched together, she viciously sliced at the air.
VBEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Flying low to the ground, air roaring past her like a jet engine, Saturn casually blasted aside the
surrounding skyscrapers. Hurtling through the heart of the city, arm held high overhead, the Shedinja let loose a soul shaking battle cry as she chopped at the hated hero that plagued her so.
POFF
Frozen in place, the side of the Ghost-Type's hand very gently papped the Poke Doll's noggin. Its cotton cranium, no bigger than the tip of the Shedinja's thumb, refused to so much as dimple in the wake of her ultimate attack.
BZZZT
"E-e-eep!" Saturn stood, well technically floated, to attention at the crackle of static erupting from the loud speakers. Her plaid skirt, awash in an undead aura moments earlier, gently swished about her generous thighs.
"Sooooooooooooo..." a syrupy voice drawled out. "Whatcha think?"
The strobe lights dangling from the ceiling, having bathed the room with a menacing mixture of reds and purples, flickered back to a sterile white. Cardboard buildings, adorned with scribbled on doors and windows, lay toppled beside Saturn.
"I-i-it was..." The bashful bug couldn't help but droop her wings as she bunched her shoulders close. Adorned in a soft cerulean sweater, its sleeves rolled up to her elbows, Saturn looked anything but a villain as she shrank in on herself.
"It wasssssssss?"
Chin tucked against her chest, the Shedinja's snoot shyly wiggled every time she spoke. "It was fun."
"That's what we like to hear! So then..."
Faint wrinkles bunched up against the chitin lining the undersides of Saturn's unmoving eyes. Dipping low, she cupped the Poke Doll between her palms. With an apologetic snoot, lovingly mooshing it against her cheek, the Shedinja nuzzled her prized plush. "D-d-does this mean that-"
"Mmmhmmm! Time for the real deal!"
As Saturn clipped the Poke Doll back onto her key ring where it belonged she nervously looked about the spacious conference room. Past the cardboard boxes that rivaled her in height she spied many a prop, well, propped up against the walls. Figurines. Dolls. Additional, and just as comedically decorated, cardboard buildings err boxes of various sizes.
The Shedinja had, rather shamefully, doubted their purpose and value to begin with. S-s-she had never been to the DynaDen before and honestly had no idea what to expect! Picking out props? Piecing together a cardboard city to loom over and lumber through? It all sounded so... so... silly.
Yet... Saturn couldn't help but blush as she recalled the courtesy and warmth that radiated out from the Rhydon who greeted her the second she floated on in through the front doors. How patient and accommodating Miss Rika had been with answering and assuaging her every question and concern. It certainly didn't, okay technically it did, help that...
Saturn's snoot wriggled something fierce as she cupped her hands to her cheeks and patted down a furious blush. I-i-it certainly (did)n't help that her liaison for the day, a lanky Zangoose bearing stripes dyed pink, beeped her every button! Why the very lilt, the purr, of his voice alone was enough to make her long dead heart beat its way out of her hollow chest!
“...Saturn? You need a moment?” The soothing drawl carrying out across the intercoms regarded the Shedinja with a pointed mixture of both curiosity and concern.
Eep! With a pronounced swallow she nod nodded.
“Take your time! It's nothing that needs to be rushed after all.”
A pronounced buzz, followed by a click, echoed across the conference room when a sizable set of double doors audibly unlocked themselves.
“When you're ready just meet me outside. Alright?”
“R-r-right!”
BZZZZT
With that the low and persistent hiss of static emanating from the intercoms went quiet. Slouching forward, wings drooping beside her, Saturn emphatically sighed. She had managed to make it through another exchange without embarrassing herself. Good. Good! That said...
Saturn self consciously fidgeted with the star studded charms dangling from bracelet wrapped around her wrist. Personalized rampages? Supersized stress relief? ...Was this really meant for someone like her? She could only imagine how cringey and dummy she'd look acting out a fight from Dragon Type Z of all things. Even so...
Fingers clenched and fists balled up, the Shedinja anxiously tried to channel, if not unbundle, the tangle of nerves coursing through her carapace. N-n-no! She could do this! She would do this! Arms tucked close to her chest, Saturn meekly hyped herself up. She had made it this far hadn't she? W-w-who cares if somebody sneaks a peek? It's fun for her and that's what matters!
Floating between cardboard boxes, the tips of her cloven feet dragging against the carpet, she bashfully regarded the make-believe buildings bunched up along the walls that only came up to her waist. Her knees. Her ankles.
“Heck,” she mumbled to herself as she skirted by the cutouts as tall as she was. “Maybe I should have gone bigger...”
Rubbing nervously at her wrists, Saturn struggled to maintain eye contact with the Zangoose as she hovered alongside him. The hollow heart of the DynaDen, a refurbished Raid Den no less, stretched out before them.
Clad in flannel, the checkered pattern contrasting sharply against his popping pink stripes, the Zangoose flashed a toothy and well meaning grin. “So! How do you want to go about this first? Setting the scene or setting your size?”
Eyelids pressing up against the underside of her emotionless peepers, Saturn stammered and stuttered and ummed away as her eyes wandered up and down his lithe frame. Try as she might she shamelessly found herself ogling at how his luxuriously fluffy tail flit behind him with every sway of his hips. How the cuffs of his jeans caught atop his deceptively enormous paws. How his glasses, perched atop his feline snout, accentuated his angular yet inviting face. H-h-how his handsome handsomeness handsomed his...
“Actually...” The Zangoose hummed and hawed as he tossed his head to the side to side.
“Hmm?” Jolting to attention, Saturn hurriedly tried to compose herself.
Reaching into his pocket, the Zangoose produced a transparent wrapper. Nestled inside, crimson in color and octahedral in shape, lay a Dynamax Candy. “How do you...? Can you...? Do you...?” With his free hand he awkwardly gestured at the Shedinja's snoot. Specifically at her absent mouth.
Saturn took to rubbing at the back of her head with a nervous laugh. “H-h-here.” Hand held out before her, she briefly shuddered when the Zangoose's warm and heavy hand brushed against her own. Peeling back the wrapper she held the crystallized, and Cheri berry flavored, clump of Dynamax energy to her snoot and...
ROMFROMFROMFROMF
“Awhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Awhaha! Awhhhhhhhhhhh!” Hands clasped to his chest, the Zangoose melted at the sickly sweet sight. “That's straight out of MineStack!”
With an embarrassed wiggle of her snoot Saturn nibbled and nomfed as he fawned over her. “Y-y-you think it's cute?” Flakes of sugar and wisps of smoke trailed off her chitinous cheeks as, much like the Naclstack stylized characters that populated the popular sandbox game, food disappeared down her gullet without the need for any animations.
“How can I not?” he gushed.
Saturn shyly eeheed at the affirmation.
FWOOOSH
“O-o-oop!” Wings worriedly fluttering behind her, Saturn whined when she felt a warmth billow out from her breast. Smoke, purple and thick, seethed off of her plush frame as Dynamax energies visibly burned off of her.
Mist, swirling about the interior, soaked up the otherworldly glow burning off the Shedinja. An ominous kaleidoscope of colors bounced about the arena as Saturn swelled.
“Easy, easy, easy! This is normal! This is expected!” Clasping her hand between his own, the Zangoose reassuringly pat at the Shedinja's smoothed out knuckles.
“O-o-okay.” Chin tucked against her chest, Saturn quietly mouthed off a prayer to Arceus above. If she wasn't already dead she most certainly would have shed her mortal coil then and there.
E-e-even if he was just doing his job...
E-e-even if it didn't mean anything...
They were still holding hands!!!
Heart, what was left of it anyway, caught in her throat the Shedinja dropped to her knees as her thickening fingers forcibly parted apart the Zangoose's own. Floating head and shoulders above him, even when kneeling, she hung on his every word. His reassurances, his elaborate explanations, his everything. The simple sensation of him stroking at her knuckles, then individual fingers, made her anxieties and insecurities simply melt away.
“Alright! Looks to be tapering off...” the Zangoose declared. Patting at her palm, now big enough to hold him, the Zangoose gave the bashful bug the go ahead to rise.
With a nervous nod nod Saturn pressed off against the empty air. A faint whistle cut through the Raid Den as wind and smoke cut past the gigantic ghost's rigid wings. Save the Zangoose, now ankle high and adorable as all get out, she had little to orient herself to. “W-w-what now?” she dared to ask.
“Noooow...” teased the Zangoose. “Meow we set the scene!” With a flick of his wrist he produced a reflective disc, a Technical Machine, from his flannel sleeve. Padded finger poked through its center, he flashed a toothy grin while he took to twirling the TM about his digit. Arcs of static lashed across its surface as it whirred to life.
VBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
***** used SHORE UP!
Wrinkles, akin to brows, formed along the chitin lining Saturn's brow. Looking this way and that, her feetsies all but bumping against the Zangoose, the Shedinja worriedly buzzed as rumbles echoed throughout her otherwise empty body.
KRATHOOM
Streams of stalagmites suddenly erupted up and through bedrock lining the Raid Den. Shivering, the spooked behemoth of a bug took to cowering behind the Zangoose.
“Look familiar?” teased the Zangoose as he reassuringly pap papped at her enormous feetsies.
“W-w-wait. T-t-this is!”
The stalagmites, upon further inspection, were decidedly squat and square in shape. As they ascended, Saturn gasped when chunks of stone began to flake and fall away from them. Hands clasped together she quietly squealed at the recognition the stalagmites were packed together into a surprisingly grid-like and structured pattern.
“Go on!” mewled the Zangoose as he stood on his tippy toes and nudged at her ankle. “Lemme know whatcha think!”
With a timid nod Saturn floated out from behind her pint-sized protector. Hands cupped against her cheeks she marveled at the sight of the city sprung to life before her very eyes. At the primitive windows and doors were carved into every structure. At the raised sidewalks lining the uneven streets. Even the little boulders, pocking the land here and there, could easily be mistaken for cars if you squinted hard enough!
Her pretend playground, the site of her ultimate final climactic battle, it was... it was... it was perfect!
POFF
Tucking her chin against her shoulder, Saturn looked back to the Zangoose. Standing there in the middle of the street, smoke billowing up around him, his silhouette cut a striking figure. What was he...?
Twirling another TM about his fluffy finger the feline hum hum hummed as another figure, its rounded curves and gentle outline contrasting sharply against his own, crept up alongside him.
***** used GROWTH!
As the smoke cleared the Zangoose thumbed at his nose. “Be honest now...” he asked as he slapped at the shoulder of the life-sized Poke Doll standing beside him. “Is it too much?”
The Shedinja nearly fainted at the sight. Dropping to her knees, hands cupped against the sides of her face, Saturn could but gasp. “Y-y-you watch Dragon Type Super too!?”
“Ehhhhhhhhhhhh...” The Zangoose shrugged and laughed. “I dunno if 'watch' is the right word.”
Reaching forward, gingerly thumbing at the Poke Doll's cheek, Saturn wiggled and giggled excitedly. There, adorned with a Silph Co jacket with a paper towel tube sword slung over his back, was none other than the heroic Future Tyrunks!
A blush came to crease the Zangoose's cheeks. Another satisfied, if not sizable, customer! “Like I know, I've heard, about Gooku Black. Even though he's... pink? Then there's Zama... Zamas...”
“Zamasuzenta!” Saturn eagerly clarified for him.
“Yeah! Him! He looks pretty cool!” Snaggleteeth peeking out from his lips, the Zangoose smiled up at Saturn. “Is that who you're going as? You've already got a lot of the look down!” Arms tossed out to his sides he enthusiastically gestured towards her angular, if not vaguely angelic wings, and the crescent moon of a halo hovering above her head.
“T-t-trying to,” the Shedinja sheepishly acknowledged.
“Honestly, I really should catch up on it one of these days...”
Laughing nervously, Saturn scritched at a cheek. “...D-d-don't. You're not missing much.”
“Ah,” the Zangoose deadpanned.
“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh. The 'Future' Tyrunks saga is kind of sort of a uh... mess. Y-y-you're much better off sticking with Dragon Type Z Abridged!”
“Oooooh! Yeah yeah yeah I heard they just wrapped up the Perfect Zygarde saga!”
“Mmhmm! Ahhhh I love love love what they did with Mien Shinhan!”
Tail curling around his waist, the Zangoose bashfully coughed into his fist. “Say uhh... maybe after we're done here you can... you can walk me through what to and what not to watch?”
Giggling to herself, the towering Shedinja reluctantly rose back up to a stand. Arms tucked behind her back, creases of crimson carved into her cheeks, Saturn fervently nodded. “I-I-It's a deal!”
Paws bunched together, the flustered feline tilted his head back so as to meet her gaze. “I-i-it's... a date?”
Leaning down, allowing herself to be guided by an unfamiliar confidence, Saturn gently beeped the bitty kitty. “It's a date.”
An awkward, yet amicable, silence hung in the air as the duo shared nervous bouts of laughter and giggles.
“R-r-right! Well then!” the Zangoose declared with an ahemhemmmm. “I'll leave you to it then!” Bidding her an awkward wave the Normal-Type skittered off towards the outskirts. A pronounced click echoed in the distance as a set of double doors swung open then promptly slammed shut.
Saturn, alone and enormous, gathered herself. She had watched, she had rehearsed, that episode how many times? The only worthwhile thing to come out of that sad and sorry arc? Clearing her throat she happily stared down the adorable object of her animosity.
"Away with you mortal scum!" Twirling in place, her angular yet ribbon-like sextet of wings cutting through the air with an ominous whistle, Saturn tucked an arm close to her chest. Ghastly energies coiled about the Shedinja's hollow limb and, fingers pinched together, she viciously sliced at the air.
Bahhdow of the Bahhlossus
For: Redstiza
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Asphalt and concrete, undulating in waves, crashed down the city streets soaked slick with rain.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Heated blasts of air, colored by plumes of dust, stray wrappers, and spent cigarettes, howled between buildings. Apartments shuddered as windows rattled out of place. Car alarms wailed and traffic lights flickered.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
A shadow, menacing in its massiveness, came to swallow up entire city blocks. Static crackled throughout the bone dry and ionized air bone dry as blue plumes of plasma came to hiss and crackle atop street lights.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Panting, Red found himself tumbling across the lonesome streets when another shockwave rolled over him. Lungs burning, and legs aching, he desperately tried to force himself to a stand. It was just no use. There was no chance, no hope, of outrunning the...
With a cacophonous, concrete splitting, KABOOM a massive cloven foot slammed down. The keratin hooves attached to it, effortlessly parting and buckling the bedrock beneath them, shuffled forward.
BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Ears ringing, Red's vision faltered as his eyes threatened to rattle out of his skull. Stumbling to his feet he promptly collapsed face first back into the sundered street. No! No it couldn't be! It couldn't end like this! Looking over his shoulder, he sharply inhaled through clenched teeth as the dread BAHHLOSSUS drew near.
WHUMPF
Unable to offer so much as a shout or cry of protest Red found himself pinched up by two rock hard fingertips. Sliding down along the blue fuzzed length of those digits, pinched between static charged tufts of fluff, he gasped for air when a clenched fist curled around him. Limbs locked, and hopelessly trapped in place, he gazed upon the soft snoot of his colossal captor.
"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Let me go!"
Nostrils flared, the massive Mareep simply exhaled. The billowing blast of air nearly knocked Red unconscious on the spot.
"...No," the Mareep haughtily snooted in response. Head tossed back, and swirly signs replacing his eyes, the humbled human could do little else but groan. Empowered, and embiggened, by the Macro March storms roaring through the area the once miniscule Mareep had become a menace! Stomping, romping, and snooting wherever he pleased!
"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeep," Red whined.
FWUMP
Grunting, Red impotently wiggled when Radda relaxed his grip just enough to allow the human to slide and altogether disappear between his curled together fingers. Muffled quakes, that rattled him to his ribs, coursed through Red's body as the Mareep continued his rampage unopposed.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Or so he thought.
Hair, and blue fuzz, standing on end, Radda bleated nervously as crackles of electricity danced along his arched back. Eyes swiveling down in their sockets, he nervously gulped as a shadow even more ominous and imposing than his own casually darkened the whole of the city.
A gasp, bass boosted and feminine in baritone, exploded across the cityscape and sent skyscrapers imploding in on themselves.
"WELL AREN'T YOU JUST THE CUTEST THING!"
Tossing a look over his shoulder, his captive likewise managing to peek his head above the fingers ensnared around him, Radda and Red both went slack jawed at the sight that greeted them. A rabbit, clad in woefully undersized Pokemon Trainer attire, beamed down at the comparatively bitty bahh.
Thighs clapping together with the force of thunder, the Mareep nearly paralyzed by the sound and fury of it all, the rabbit dipped low. Shortest of short short riding up along her rear she reached out towards Radda with a sky blotting hand.
BAHHHH
Bleating helplessly, Radda found himself helpless before the aspiring Pokemon Trainer cooing and oohing at the newest uncooperative addition(s) to her team.
"WOULDJA LOOKIT THAT! I CAUGHT ME A MAREEP! OOH... GOSH WHAT SHOULD I NICKNAME YA?"
"Release me right now!" Radda declared. His snoots, barely registering as a squeak, failed to reach her ears.
"OH I KNOW! SINCE YOU'RE MY MAREEP... I'LL CALL YOU MEREEP!"
"Aughhhhhhhhhhh."
Swinging her big bloated bunny feet forward, smearing the whole of the city off the face of the planet, the prodigious Pokemon Trainer giddily lumbered forward. Hand held up before her face, the still swelling rabbit, flashed a buck toothed smile at her Pokemon partner. "OH GOSH! YOU EVEN COME WITH A HELD ITEM TOO! HMM. WHAT'S A... RED?"
With a meep, Red nervously retreated deeper into Radda's grasp. Beads of sweat collecting along his brow he desperately tried to avoid her gaze as an incomprehensible pair of eyes, akin to celestial bodies, settled upon him.
"HMMMM... WELL WHATEVER IT IS MUST BE SOMETHING SPECIAL! NOW LETS GET YOU INTO YOUR POKEBALL LIL GUY!" Humming to herself, the rambunctious rabbit struggled to fit her oversized and swollen fingers into her skintight pockets. "AWW SHOOT. GUESS WE'LL JUST HAVE TO MAKE DO UNTIL I CAN FIND ANOTHER POKE MART!"
Hand tucked close to her heaving chest, breasts straining and sttretching her jacket taut, the rabbit relaxed her grip and allowed her bitty and extremely bashful bahh to slip between her ever expanding cleavage with a smile.
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cozycatnipAll Eyes on She
For: Lydemox
“Suuuuuune.” Slouched forward, and hand held up beside his face, Shady whined as every pair of eyes on and off the road was drawn towards his significant other. ...Emphasis on significant.
Chuckling to herself, the sidewalk filling kitsune trailing behind him sashayed in response. Nipping at Shady's heels, the mystical vulpine's bloated and swollen feet dimpling the very concrete beneath them, Lyde booty quaked and booty shaked. With an errant bump of her gray furred behind a light pole uprooted itself from its mooring and careened into the street running alongside them.
SCREEEEEEEEEEECH
A rusted junker, puttering along the two lane street at a leisurely pace, simply ran over the sparking mass of metal of wires. Its driver, hopelessly entranced by Lyde's impossible apple bottom and swishing red tipped tails, couldn't help but gawk even as their vehicle wildly veered back and forth.
CRNNNNNNNNNCH
“Suuuuuuuune! Please! This isn't what I had in mind when I wanted you to treat me to a night on the town!” Running his hands through the tuft of fluff atop his head, Shady doled out apologies to the multi-car pileup accumulating on the city streets behind them. The flustered fox, his cream furred cheeks now colored crimson, huffed as his loomy lover swallowed him up in her shadow. Did she really have to do this right here? Right now? In the middle of the city for all to see?
Lyde's perfect pair of peaches, practically wider than she was tall, audibly jiggled with her every thooming footfall. Screeching tires, compacting metal, and the wail of car alarms filled the air as passersby obsessively ogled at the sight of her. Be they stumbling into benches, or smacking into the trees lining the sides of the street, she was the undisputed center of attention. Her jorts clad rear was simply that hpynotic. “What? Don't like being seen out and about with your partner?”
A shiver ran down Shady's spine when he felt her husky voice, smooth as syrup, rattle within his ribs. Swishing his hands about his wrists, mindful of the slack jawed furs staring out through the windows of the bodegas and barbershops they sauntered past, the pale furred fox let slip a nervous laugh. “O-o-of course I do! It's just...”
WHUMPF
The kitsune's heaving tits, straining her tank top taut, came to heavily rest upon his shoulders. Her nipples alone, jutting through the fabric, rivaled Shady's head in size, “Just what?” she cooed as she brushed back her wild and unkempt black hair.
Teeth clenched, Shady wheezed as his vertebrae threated to collapse in on themselves. “I-i-it's just... I just...” A deafening sloshing, the churning of an ocean's worth of milk, rang between his ears. “You're just... kinda sorta making a scene,” he bashfully mumbled.
A feigned gasp slipped free from Lyde's plump lips. “Who? Lil' ol' me?”
Staggering forward, one foot hesitantly planted before the other, the fox nodded against her cleavage.
Laughter, silky and sensual, boomed out from Lyde's chest. “You call this a scene? Oh hon...”
BWOOMPH
With a noisy glurk Lyde's tits surged forward. Tank top riding high along her torso, the kitsune hummed as the stretched taut cloth caught against her perky nipples.
“Uh oh.” Tail gone limp, the fox yelped as the bottoms of his beloved's breasts brushed against his neck. The weight of the world was lifted from Shady's shoulders as Lyde's ample assets, along with the rest of her, slowly swelled out of reach.
Blushing like mad, Shady bunched his paws together as Lyde's shadow stretched out before him. Audible creaks, groans, and glorps echoed around him as her lustful laughter cratered in octave.
Gulp. Swallowing hard, Shady tried not to focus on the sound of her jeans snapping apart at the waist. He tried not to drink in the symphony of snaps that exploded out from her rear as threads of denim, vainly trying to hold back her enormous ass cheeks, gave up the ghost.
GRMMMMMMMMBLE
Her belly, doughy and distended, settled atop his noggin while her thighs clapped against his sides. Ears burning, Shady couldn't help but nuzzle into her heft. He had rivaled her in height all of an instant ago yet here he was struggling to measure up to her waist.
BWOMMMMMMMMP
Lyde's knees, plush and plump, kneaded his cheeks between them.
“Now this?” moaned the kitsune as she cupped and kneaded her engorged breasts. Her every footfall, already thooming, started to register on the Richter scale as she not so subtly surged upwards as much as she did outwards. “Shady, Shady, Shady...”
Lips peeled back into a knowing grin, Lyde spilled off the sidewalk and sauntered out into the now all too narrow streets.
KRATHOOOOOM
“I-I-I get it hon,” Shady huffed as he tugged at his color.
Eye level with the street lights, Lyde's sensual laughter rattled the windows of the surrounding structures. With every step clouds of pebbles erupted from between her chafing toes. The asphalt, buckling beneath her broad soles, had no choice but to mold to the contours of her plump paws.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Hopelessly enraptured, Shady could but watch as his lover casually shoved cars aside with her bus sized feet. Bloating bigger by the second, her moans sending traffic lights swinging, the fox's heart caught in his throat. He could, he should, ask her to stop.
CRKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Yet he didn't want her to. Even as cars and pedestrians alike tumbled into her ever growing pawprints he remained silent.
BADOOOM
Shady's lips quivered at the sight of Lyde's thighs scraping along the facades of the brick businesses and apartments lining the street. Balconies, windowsills, and awnings; all of them cleaved away like they were nothing.
KATHOOM
The fox's breathing faltered at the sound, at the sensation, of the waves of sound and fury that pulsed through him with every clap of the kitsune's cheeks.
TATOOOM
Muffled explosions rippled across the cityscape every time Lyde's behemoth breasts slammed into a building. Her sloshing spheres, stretching from her crotch to her chin, swung side to side with frightening ease. At every impact ripples of fat and flab rolled across her curves as obelisks of steel and mortar crumpled away into dust.
BAFWOOOOM
Shockwaves, colored by the various hues of atomized bricks her bloated feet crashed through, roared out from Lyde with her every footfall. Arms hanging limply at his sides Shady, just as hopelessly transfixed as everyone else, stood silent as waves of upturned earth surged towards him. A dreamy sigh tumbled out from between his lips as he was sent violently tumbling backwards.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Flopped on his back among the wreckage, Shady shuddered as an atmospheric haze enveloped his incessantly swelling partner. Even when lying prone on the ground he could feel his neck strain trying to take her in.
FWOOOMMMMMMM
Big.
Thighs chafing, Lyde grunted as she tossed a knowing look over her shoulder. Winking at her little love, she ground her heel into what remained of their tiny town. A wrinkled wall of flesh, radiating heat and stretching beyond the periphery of Shady's vision, slammed down before him. The faintest gaps between those folds of fur were akin to canyons.
Bigger.
Arms tossed up above her head, biceps brushing against her breasts, Lyde playfully twiddled and twirled clouds betwixt her fingers. Entire zip codes, then counties, then states disappeared beneath the fat of her feet. Untold masses found themselves, and their homes, lost in the faintest creases of her leathery toes and soles.
Biggest.
Dropping to her knees, her thunder thighs slowly coming to clap against the curvature of the earth itself, Lyde couldn't help but chuckle as the interconnected continents shuddered beneath her soft step. Wiggling to and fro, her many tails lifted high, the kitsune treated the whole of the hemisphere to her sky blotting pair of lady lips and puckered anus.
“This is making a scene...” Lyde boomed in a loin loosing feminine baritone that blasted the very moon out of orbit.
“D-d-duly noted hon...” Shady gasped as that apocalyptic, and ravenous, ass methodically descended upon him. Swallowing hard, trying not to pay too much mind to the weather systems vaporizing against her meteoric cheeks, he steeled himself for a very literal night on the town.
Asspocalypse Now
For: Westpilot
“Wonderful!” beamed the bespectacled bovine. Nodding to herself, the pink furred Miltank twirled excitedly in her office chair. Today had been nothing but success after success after success!
Rolling her shoulders, her snugly fitting shirt jostling and struggling to hold back her pronounced cleavage, Mellicent reached forward and daintily activated the myriad TM discs whirring away on her desk. Sparks, brilliant and blue, crackled along their surface as they powered up.
BZZZT BZZZT
Stifling a triumphant moo the Miltank watched her smart phone skitter across the various burns and water stains that pocked her desk. Plucking it up between her keratin tipped fingers she excitedly scrolled through a set of automated texts.
“Water Gun? Check. Bubblebeam? Check.” Mellicent's pale blue eyes swiveled between her cracked screen and the the organized mess before her. Perfect.
Nod nod nodding along, her tied back ponytail swishing along her shoulders, she continued to tick off her checklist. “Teleport?” She cautiously flicked at the next disc. Droplets of water, conjured forth by the Water Gun (TM) and purified to perfection by the Bubblebeam (TM) alongside it, pooled along the ridges of the Teleport (TM)'s vinyl surface. With a whine it powered up as all of a singular bead of hydrogen dioxide, and nothing more, disappeared into the ether.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! YES YES YES!” Mellicent furiously tamped her cloven feet against the carpeted floor. Finally! Finally finally finally! Leaning back into her chair, muffin top spilling out over her denim clad thighs, the Miltank dragged an arm across her fuzzy brow. It had taken her AGES to figure out how to shake out and set in place just how much mass Teleport would be permitted to displace.
BZZZT BZZZT
Phone tucked between her bountiful breasts, Mellicent leaned forward and twiddled her fingers at her latest and greatest experiment to date. A petri dish, replete with a menagerie of mosses and pale grey flakes of dirt, stoically regarded her well wishes. The TMs encircling, and linked to it, not only generated but siphoned resources to it at a safe and steady dripfeed.
“Temperature controlled. Endlessly expandable. A veritable freshwater ocean at your fingertips...” Mellicent beamed at her unseen audience. “You lot have it made!” Ears twitching, the Miltank could swear she could make out the faintest squeaks of praise wafting up from within the plastic and well populated disc.
It had been a hard sell, convincing her classmates and coworkers to go in on this, but the Miltank couldn't be happier! To think! She had all but solved a generational crisis! It was honestly embarrassing how long it had taken her, and near every other rigorous researcher at that, to find the fix. Yet when they finally came to grasp the practical applications of Minimize...
Arms tucked close, fingers thrumming along her elbows, the Miltank still couldn't help but marvel at the breakneck pace of technological advances that had followed. Minimize, while limited to an oddly immutable number of casts upon Pokemon, was nigh endlessly applicable to anything and everything besides them. Microchips. Manufacturing. And now... Metropoli!
Mellicent tossed a glance towards her dormant 3D printer. Imperceptibly small apartments, homes, heck even entire neighborhoods and city scapes could be conjured on command and seeded alongside mosses and lichens with ease. There, shrunken down beyond perception, people could carve out a life of their own without want or worry as they comfortably subsided on next to nothing. Hells! If the place ever got overcrowded Mellicent could simply shrink everyone down even further and make it all the more spacious for them!
Mmph. Leaning back in her chair, hands cupped against her face while her palms kneaded into her eyes, the Miltank siiiiiiiiiiiiighed as sweet serotonin flooded her thoughts. All the precautions, all the trials, all the proofs of concept... all of it had borne fruit. All of it had gone according to her meticulously calculated plans. For the first time in weeks her thoughts, incessantly racing, went silent. No longer need she concern herself with the structural integrity of the nigh nanoscopic city. No longer need she fuss and fret over cultivating and carefully curating the flora that surrounded it. No longer need she muse and worry over establishing a bitty biome that could indefinitely sustain itself. No longer, no longer, no longer...
As she gracelessly flopped back Mellicent anxiously tamped a cloven foot against the beaten down carpet beneath her desk. "...What now?" she asked of no one in particular. The Miltank, so obsessed with her work, had all but forgotten how to relax much less celebrate a job well done.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Psssst. Mellicent! Is now a good time, hon?”
“Hmm?” Craning her neck, the Miltank curiously regarded the rhythmic rapping at her door. “What's up, Mom?
With a creak, Mellicent's door swung open to reveal a matronly and impossibly plush Miltank. The bovine's black fuzzed ears, cow bell earrings dangling from the piercings punched into them, perked to attention as an aromatic blast of heated air trailed past her. “Well... I was wondering if mah little super scientist would be able to pencil me into her busy schedule! I've got some Poke Puffs coolin' on the counter and I could sure use some help puttin' them through the rigors of a proper taste test!”
“Mooooooooom.” Snorting, Mellicent swatted a hand at the doorframe filling Miltank.
“C'mon now, Melli Belly. You know better than anyone how dangerous this line a' work is!” Margie teased as she slapped at her taut and distended stomach. Her heaving breasts noisily sloshed atop her drum of a gut for emphasis.
Eyes closed, Mellicent reluctantly sniffed and snuffed at the cinnamon scented breeze carrying into her room. Fingers thrumming along her plush tummy, the Miltank smacked her lips at the thought. “I suppose I can lend you my expertise just this once...” she trailed off with a chuckle. Rising to her cloven feet, hands kneading at her lower back, Mellicent cast a wistful gaze towards her imperceptible acquaintances. There they were kicking off settling into new homes, and new lives, while here she was still living at home. Sigh. Maybe one day she'd be able to follow after them...
“Attagirl,” Margie smirked. Oofing, the pleasantly plump Miltank barely managed to pull herself out of the doorframe with a pronounced pop.
Shuffling past her mother, Mellicent kneaded at her stomach as she lumbered down the hallway. Know what? She really did deserve a break! And a treat, no less!
Turning the corner into the kitchen the Miltank shuddered as the ambient and crackling heat of the oven beckoned her close. There, resting on the cooling rack atop it lay a dozen plus Poke Puffs with her name on them! Fingers a twiddle, Mellicent daintily plucked one up and shoved it between her cheeks.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Nomf. Omf. Romf. Muffled moos, interspersed with noisy smacks and swallows, reverberated within the Miltank's throat as she gorged herself on the lovingly homemade pastries.
Giggling to herself, Margie cupped her hands against her cheeks and smiled at her Melli Belly's unspoken approval. Tossing a look into her daughter's room, the motherly Miltank tut tut tutted at the sorry sight. Blinds slammed shut. Bed a rumpled mess. Laundry piled up everywhere except inside her hamper. Not to mention her work station!
With a shake of her head, the Miltank's shoulder length curly hair brushing against her broad back while she did so, Margie scrunched her lips. Her baby girl was out here tryin' to save the world livin like this? "Yer Mama ain't gonna have none of it!" Nostrils flared, the matronly Miltank grunted as she forced herself on in.
WUHMPF
Gym shorts riding high, her thighs and ample ass cheeks exposed for all to see, Margie wiggled and waggled on through. Her stomach, doughy and pliant, bowed out the door frame as fissures spread throughout it and flakes of paint rained down on her.
POP
Arms flailing at her sides the Miltank stumbled forward. As she brushed out the wrinkles in her tank top, its stretched taut form barely reaching to her bellybutton, Margie whewed in relief. With a hum the Miltank moseyed on over towards the windows and not only cracked open the blinds but pulled them up for good measure. Natural light, blinding in its beauty, washed over the room in an instant.
"Awh Melli. Where do I even begin..." Hands on her hips, Margie sighed at the sorry sight. Nothin' to it but to do it! Rolling her shoulders, the Miltank proceeded apace by shoveling a mountain of bleached jeans, wrinkled undershirts, and crumpled bras into the laundry hamper where they belonged. Plodding along the carpet, exposed to the open air for the first time in heavens knows how many weeks, Margie shoved the wicker hamper out into the hallway. Some fresh clothes, smelling of lavender and baby powder, would do that girl some good!
Sidling on up beside Mellicent's bed, the comforter tossed to the floor and sheets kicked down to the base of the mattress, Margie could only roll her eyes. "Oh fer. Why don't we wash yer bed and spread while we're at it hon?" Pulling back the sheets, and bundling them up into a cotton ball within her grasp, Margie lazily lobbed it out into the hallway.
WHUMPF
Dragging an arm across her brow, Margie rounded out her review by stomping on over towards Mellicent's desk.
THOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Sirens, wailing at a frequency Margie could never hope to hear, swept over the miniaturized metropolis at her approach. Towering skyscrapers and apartments violently swayed to and fro to the beat of the Miltank's every footfall.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The tremors ceased just as abruptly as they began. Near nanoscopic humans and furs alike, sprawled out among the sidewalks and side streets paths carved through the mountainous hills of moss, staggered to their feet. Tending to one another's scrapes and sprains they buzzed about lending aid wherever it was needed as an anxious energy filled the air.
BADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Howls and shrieks echoed among the valleys, in the insignificant gaps between the leaves lining the clumps of moss, as tornadic gales washed over the unseen cityscape.
GLURRRRRRRRRK
Jaws went slack all across the land as a reverent silence settled over the survivors. The skies above, ever misty and cloudy, took on an ominous pink hue as Margie's stomach settled down before them. Deafening gurgles radiated out from its horizon blotting form while any and light was sucked into the continental plate sized gaps between her folds of fat. Heads tilted back, their necks straining, Margie's unseen audience fearfully regarded her black hole sun of a navel glowering down at them with unknowable intent.
"Melli Bellyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," Margie whined. Petrified crumbs, half-full cans of stale soda, and piles of candy wrappers lay bunched up against the back of Mellicent's desk. Leaning forward, mindful not to mess with the obviously expensive doodads, Margie carefully plucked up the detritus and garbage blemishing her daughter's workspace. "Yer so smart in some ways and so silly in others..."
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Emergency alerts, blaring and beckoning residents to seek shelter, went unheeded. All eyes, and attention, were instead on the pair of celetial bodies, Margie's own sloshing tits, scraping away the very sky. Every time they clapped together visible shockwaves boomed out from the depthless darkness of the Miltank's cleavage. Windows shattered. Mountainslides roared. Even as destruction rained down around them, as shards of glass sprinkled the streets and the liquefying ground gave way beneath them, the hapless and hopeless denizens continued to gawk. How could they not as Margie's engorged nipples strained and stretched out her tanktop with a deafening creak? Stray snaps and ear-splitting whips lashed the land while the latticework and labyrinthian expanse of cotton fibers molded to every dimple and wrinkle in her flesh. Their life and limbs would be a small price to pay to witness those mountainous mammaries descend from the heavens like a pair of meteors.
"Phew!" Garbage in hand, Margie deposited the lot of it into an untouched and unloved can right beside Mellicent's desk. Biting down on her lip, the Milftank hummed as she sized up the stray crumbs and layers of dust that still surrounded Mellicent's whatsits. "So long as I'm careful..." Margie mumbled to herself.
KRATHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Cacophonous explosions rent apart the very land when Margie's fingers pinched against the raised walls of the petri dish. The faintest chips and imperfections in her dark colored digits, smudged against the sides of the glass, were magnified beyond belief. Vast caves of keratin, ones that would take lifetimes to explore, bunched in against and bowed the walls that were fabled to never fall.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH
Screams and pleas for help filled the air as the very earth suddenly lurched out from beneath those unfortunate enough to still be caught outside. Tossed up into the air, flailing as they tumbled into a freefall, Margie delicately scooped up the dish and set it down on the office chair behind her. Those fortunate souls tucked away and hidden inside their homes instead only found themselves crashing into their ceilings and light fixtures.
Hum hum humming to herself, Margie dragged the side of her hand along the desk and scraped away the accumulated grime and blemishes into the garbage can waiting below. All while treating her unseen audience to the unforgettable sight of her ass cheeks spilling over her gym shorts. Those perfect orbs, so vast in size, exerting their own gravitational pull on the nanoscopic wards entreated to Mellicent's care. The droplet sized lakes that pocked the dish churned and bubbled as every body of water, no matter how insignificant, found itself drawn into and swayed by the tidal forces of her rotund rear.
Tail swishing excitedly behind her, Margie beamed at a job well done. Clapping her hands together she turned her snoot up proudly. "Like I was never even-"
"MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM."
Tensing in place, Margie flailed and fumbled as her fur stood up on end. Stumbling backwards, she let slip a panicked moo while she fell back into Mellicent's chair. To those below, however, the second long freefall was the siren song of their civilization. In the blink of an eye the gentle mist that enveloped the mossy land, no more than a puff of humidity to Mellicent and Margie, vaporized upon contact with the Milftank's apocalyptic ass. Atmospheric rivers surged past and along the curvature of her bare ass cheeks in the instant before all light and life left the land.
FWUMPH
"S-s-something the matter, sweetie!?" Margie worriedly called out.
"WE'RE OUT OF POKE PUFFS!" Mellicent brayed on the verge of tears.
"Snrk." Ass cheeks settling heavily upon the petri dish, folds of flab glorping over and smothering the entirety of the unseen existence, Margie rose to her feet and pulled up her gym shorts. Cheeks puffed out, she huffed and puffed at the petri dish before planting it right back where she found it. No one, as far as she could tell, would be the wiser. "Why doncha pop open the oven, Melli Belly?"
A shocked, and giddy, gasp wafted down the hallway.
"They'll be ready in a couple minutes give or take!"
"LOVE YOU MOM."
"Love you too!" Margie eeheed.
WHUMPF
"Oh fer-" Brows pulled flat, the Milftank huffed when her muffintop and bountiful behind caught in the doorframe once more. Wiggling and waggling, her cheeks grinding and kneading
together, Margie struggled to free herself. In turn, what few survivors remained, unconscious and sprawled upon her expansive ass, found themselves clapped flat as they disappeared into the expanse.
POP
Bumbling back out into the hallway, Margie tossed a guilty look over her shoulder. Awright! The coast was clear! Hoisting up the laundry hamper she happily went about her day. No evidence, and
more importantly no survivors, left behind in her wake.
Metronome – Saturn Sneak Peek
For: Mannoth
"Away with you mortal scum!" Twirling in place, her angular yet ribbon-like sextet of wings cutting through the air with an ominous whistle, Saturn tucked an arm close to her chest. Ghastly energies coiled about the Shedinja's hollow limb and, fingers pinched together, she viciously sliced at the air.
VBEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Flying low to the ground, air roaring past her like a jet engine, Saturn casually blasted aside the
surrounding skyscrapers. Hurtling through the heart of the city, arm held high overhead, the Shedinja let loose a soul shaking battle cry as she chopped at the hated hero that plagued her so.
POFF
Frozen in place, the side of the Ghost-Type's hand very gently papped the Poke Doll's noggin. Its cotton cranium, no bigger than the tip of the Shedinja's thumb, refused to so much as dimple in the wake of her ultimate attack.
BZZZT
"E-e-eep!" Saturn stood, well technically floated, to attention at the crackle of static erupting from the loud speakers. Her plaid skirt, awash in an undead aura moments earlier, gently swished about her generous thighs.
"Sooooooooooooo..." a syrupy voice drawled out. "Whatcha think?"
The strobe lights dangling from the ceiling, having bathed the room with a menacing mixture of reds and purples, flickered back to a sterile white. Cardboard buildings, adorned with scribbled on doors and windows, lay toppled beside Saturn.
"I-i-it was..." The bashful bug couldn't help but droop her wings as she bunched her shoulders close. Adorned in a soft cerulean sweater, its sleeves rolled up to her elbows, Saturn looked anything but a villain as she shrank in on herself.
"It wasssssssss?"
Chin tucked against her chest, the Shedinja's snoot shyly wiggled every time she spoke. "It was fun."
"That's what we like to hear! So then..."
Faint wrinkles bunched up against the chitin lining the undersides of Saturn's unmoving eyes. Dipping low, she cupped the Poke Doll between her palms. With an apologetic snoot, lovingly mooshing it against her cheek, the Shedinja nuzzled her prized plush. "D-d-does this mean that-"
"Mmmhmmm! Time for the real deal!"
As Saturn clipped the Poke Doll back onto her key ring where it belonged she nervously looked about the spacious conference room. Past the cardboard boxes that rivaled her in height she spied many a prop, well, propped up against the walls. Figurines. Dolls. Additional, and just as comedically decorated, cardboard buildings err boxes of various sizes.
The Shedinja had, rather shamefully, doubted their purpose and value to begin with. S-s-she had never been to the DynaDen before and honestly had no idea what to expect! Picking out props? Piecing together a cardboard city to loom over and lumber through? It all sounded so... so... silly.
Yet... Saturn couldn't help but blush as she recalled the courtesy and warmth that radiated out from the Rhydon who greeted her the second she floated on in through the front doors. How patient and accommodating Miss Rika had been with answering and assuaging her every question and concern. It certainly didn't, okay technically it did, help that...
Saturn's snoot wriggled something fierce as she cupped her hands to her cheeks and patted down a furious blush. I-i-it certainly (did)n't help that her liaison for the day, a lanky Zangoose bearing stripes dyed pink, beeped her every button! Why the very lilt, the purr, of his voice alone was enough to make her long dead heart beat its way out of her hollow chest!
“...Saturn? You need a moment?” The soothing drawl carrying out across the intercoms regarded the Shedinja with a pointed mixture of both curiosity and concern.
Eep! With a pronounced swallow she nod nodded.
“Take your time! It's nothing that needs to be rushed after all.”
A pronounced buzz, followed by a click, echoed across the conference room when a sizable set of double doors audibly unlocked themselves.
“When you're ready just meet me outside. Alright?”
“R-r-right!”
BZZZZT
With that the low and persistent hiss of static emanating from the intercoms went quiet. Slouching forward, wings drooping beside her, Saturn emphatically sighed. She had managed to make it through another exchange without embarrassing herself. Good. Good! That said...
Saturn self consciously fidgeted with the star studded charms dangling from bracelet wrapped around her wrist. Personalized rampages? Supersized stress relief? ...Was this really meant for someone like her? She could only imagine how cringey and dummy she'd look acting out a fight from Dragon Type Z of all things. Even so...
Fingers clenched and fists balled up, the Shedinja anxiously tried to channel, if not unbundle, the tangle of nerves coursing through her carapace. N-n-no! She could do this! She would do this! Arms tucked close to her chest, Saturn meekly hyped herself up. She had made it this far hadn't she? W-w-who cares if somebody sneaks a peek? It's fun for her and that's what matters!
Floating between cardboard boxes, the tips of her cloven feet dragging against the carpet, she bashfully regarded the make-believe buildings bunched up along the walls that only came up to her waist. Her knees. Her ankles.
“Heck,” she mumbled to herself as she skirted by the cutouts as tall as she was. “Maybe I should have gone bigger...”
Rubbing nervously at her wrists, Saturn struggled to maintain eye contact with the Zangoose as she hovered alongside him. The hollow heart of the DynaDen, a refurbished Raid Den no less, stretched out before them.
Clad in flannel, the checkered pattern contrasting sharply against his popping pink stripes, the Zangoose flashed a toothy and well meaning grin. “So! How do you want to go about this first? Setting the scene or setting your size?”
Eyelids pressing up against the underside of her emotionless peepers, Saturn stammered and stuttered and ummed away as her eyes wandered up and down his lithe frame. Try as she might she shamelessly found herself ogling at how his luxuriously fluffy tail flit behind him with every sway of his hips. How the cuffs of his jeans caught atop his deceptively enormous paws. How his glasses, perched atop his feline snout, accentuated his angular yet inviting face. H-h-how his handsome handsomeness handsomed his...
“Actually...” The Zangoose hummed and hawed as he tossed his head to the side to side.
“Hmm?” Jolting to attention, Saturn hurriedly tried to compose herself.
Reaching into his pocket, the Zangoose produced a transparent wrapper. Nestled inside, crimson in color and octahedral in shape, lay a Dynamax Candy. “How do you...? Can you...? Do you...?” With his free hand he awkwardly gestured at the Shedinja's snoot. Specifically at her absent mouth.
Saturn took to rubbing at the back of her head with a nervous laugh. “H-h-here.” Hand held out before her, she briefly shuddered when the Zangoose's warm and heavy hand brushed against her own. Peeling back the wrapper she held the crystallized, and Cheri berry flavored, clump of Dynamax energy to her snoot and...
ROMFROMFROMFROMF
“Awhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Awhaha! Awhhhhhhhhhhh!” Hands clasped to his chest, the Zangoose melted at the sickly sweet sight. “That's straight out of MineStack!”
With an embarrassed wiggle of her snoot Saturn nibbled and nomfed as he fawned over her. “Y-y-you think it's cute?” Flakes of sugar and wisps of smoke trailed off her chitinous cheeks as, much like the Naclstack stylized characters that populated the popular sandbox game, food disappeared down her gullet without the need for any animations.
“How can I not?” he gushed.
Saturn shyly eeheed at the affirmation.
FWOOOSH
“O-o-oop!” Wings worriedly fluttering behind her, Saturn whined when she felt a warmth billow out from her breast. Smoke, purple and thick, seethed off of her plush frame as Dynamax energies visibly burned off of her.
Mist, swirling about the interior, soaked up the otherworldly glow burning off the Shedinja. An ominous kaleidoscope of colors bounced about the arena as Saturn swelled.
“Easy, easy, easy! This is normal! This is expected!” Clasping her hand between his own, the Zangoose reassuringly pat at the Shedinja's smoothed out knuckles.
“O-o-okay.” Chin tucked against her chest, Saturn quietly mouthed off a prayer to Arceus above. If she wasn't already dead she most certainly would have shed her mortal coil then and there.
E-e-even if he was just doing his job...
E-e-even if it didn't mean anything...
They were still holding hands!!!
Heart, what was left of it anyway, caught in her throat the Shedinja dropped to her knees as her thickening fingers forcibly parted apart the Zangoose's own. Floating head and shoulders above him, even when kneeling, she hung on his every word. His reassurances, his elaborate explanations, his everything. The simple sensation of him stroking at her knuckles, then individual fingers, made her anxieties and insecurities simply melt away.
“Alright! Looks to be tapering off...” the Zangoose declared. Patting at her palm, now big enough to hold him, the Zangoose gave the bashful bug the go ahead to rise.
With a nervous nod nod Saturn pressed off against the empty air. A faint whistle cut through the Raid Den as wind and smoke cut past the gigantic ghost's rigid wings. Save the Zangoose, now ankle high and adorable as all get out, she had little to orient herself to. “W-w-what now?” she dared to ask.
“Noooow...” teased the Zangoose. “Meow we set the scene!” With a flick of his wrist he produced a reflective disc, a Technical Machine, from his flannel sleeve. Padded finger poked through its center, he flashed a toothy grin while he took to twirling the TM about his digit. Arcs of static lashed across its surface as it whirred to life.
VBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
***** used SHORE UP!
Wrinkles, akin to brows, formed along the chitin lining Saturn's brow. Looking this way and that, her feetsies all but bumping against the Zangoose, the Shedinja worriedly buzzed as rumbles echoed throughout her otherwise empty body.
KRATHOOM
Streams of stalagmites suddenly erupted up and through bedrock lining the Raid Den. Shivering, the spooked behemoth of a bug took to cowering behind the Zangoose.
“Look familiar?” teased the Zangoose as he reassuringly pap papped at her enormous feetsies.
“W-w-wait. T-t-this is!”
The stalagmites, upon further inspection, were decidedly squat and square in shape. As they ascended, Saturn gasped when chunks of stone began to flake and fall away from them. Hands clasped together she quietly squealed at the recognition the stalagmites were packed together into a surprisingly grid-like and structured pattern.
“Go on!” mewled the Zangoose as he stood on his tippy toes and nudged at her ankle. “Lemme know whatcha think!”
With a timid nod Saturn floated out from behind her pint-sized protector. Hands cupped against her cheeks she marveled at the sight of the city sprung to life before her very eyes. At the primitive windows and doors were carved into every structure. At the raised sidewalks lining the uneven streets. Even the little boulders, pocking the land here and there, could easily be mistaken for cars if you squinted hard enough!
Her pretend playground, the site of her ultimate final climactic battle, it was... it was... it was perfect!
POFF
Tucking her chin against her shoulder, Saturn looked back to the Zangoose. Standing there in the middle of the street, smoke billowing up around him, his silhouette cut a striking figure. What was he...?
Twirling another TM about his fluffy finger the feline hum hum hummed as another figure, its rounded curves and gentle outline contrasting sharply against his own, crept up alongside him.
***** used GROWTH!
As the smoke cleared the Zangoose thumbed at his nose. “Be honest now...” he asked as he slapped at the shoulder of the life-sized Poke Doll standing beside him. “Is it too much?”
The Shedinja nearly fainted at the sight. Dropping to her knees, hands cupped against the sides of her face, Saturn could but gasp. “Y-y-you watch Dragon Type Super too!?”
“Ehhhhhhhhhhhh...” The Zangoose shrugged and laughed. “I dunno if 'watch' is the right word.”
Reaching forward, gingerly thumbing at the Poke Doll's cheek, Saturn wiggled and giggled excitedly. There, adorned with a Silph Co jacket with a paper towel tube sword slung over his back, was none other than the heroic Future Tyrunks!
A blush came to crease the Zangoose's cheeks. Another satisfied, if not sizable, customer! “Like I know, I've heard, about Gooku Black. Even though he's... pink? Then there's Zama... Zamas...”
“Zamasuzenta!” Saturn eagerly clarified for him.
“Yeah! Him! He looks pretty cool!” Snaggleteeth peeking out from his lips, the Zangoose smiled up at Saturn. “Is that who you're going as? You've already got a lot of the look down!” Arms tossed out to his sides he enthusiastically gestured towards her angular, if not vaguely angelic wings, and the crescent moon of a halo hovering above her head.
“T-t-trying to,” the Shedinja sheepishly acknowledged.
“Honestly, I really should catch up on it one of these days...”
Laughing nervously, Saturn scritched at a cheek. “...D-d-don't. You're not missing much.”
“Ah,” the Zangoose deadpanned.
“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh. The 'Future' Tyrunks saga is kind of sort of a uh... mess. Y-y-you're much better off sticking with Dragon Type Z Abridged!”
“Oooooh! Yeah yeah yeah I heard they just wrapped up the Perfect Zygarde saga!”
“Mmhmm! Ahhhh I love love love what they did with Mien Shinhan!”
Tail curling around his waist, the Zangoose bashfully coughed into his fist. “Say uhh... maybe after we're done here you can... you can walk me through what to and what not to watch?”
Giggling to herself, the towering Shedinja reluctantly rose back up to a stand. Arms tucked behind her back, creases of crimson carved into her cheeks, Saturn fervently nodded. “I-I-It's a deal!”
Paws bunched together, the flustered feline tilted his head back so as to meet her gaze. “I-i-it's... a date?”
Leaning down, allowing herself to be guided by an unfamiliar confidence, Saturn gently beeped the bitty kitty. “It's a date.”
An awkward, yet amicable, silence hung in the air as the duo shared nervous bouts of laughter and giggles.
“R-r-right! Well then!” the Zangoose declared with an ahemhemmmm. “I'll leave you to it then!” Bidding her an awkward wave the Normal-Type skittered off towards the outskirts. A pronounced click echoed in the distance as a set of double doors swung open then promptly slammed shut.
Saturn, alone and enormous, gathered herself. She had watched, she had rehearsed, that episode how many times? The only worthwhile thing to come out of that sad and sorry arc? Clearing her throat she happily stared down the adorable object of her animosity.
"Away with you mortal scum!" Twirling in place, her angular yet ribbon-like sextet of wings cutting through the air with an ominous whistle, Saturn tucked an arm close to her chest. Ghastly energies coiled about the Shedinja's hollow limb and, fingers pinched together, she viciously sliced at the air.
Bahhdow of the Bahhlossus
For: Redstiza
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Asphalt and concrete, undulating in waves, crashed down the city streets soaked slick with rain.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Heated blasts of air, colored by plumes of dust, stray wrappers, and spent cigarettes, howled between buildings. Apartments shuddered as windows rattled out of place. Car alarms wailed and traffic lights flickered.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
A shadow, menacing in its massiveness, came to swallow up entire city blocks. Static crackled throughout the bone dry and ionized air bone dry as blue plumes of plasma came to hiss and crackle atop street lights.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Panting, Red found himself tumbling across the lonesome streets when another shockwave rolled over him. Lungs burning, and legs aching, he desperately tried to force himself to a stand. It was just no use. There was no chance, no hope, of outrunning the...
With a cacophonous, concrete splitting, KABOOM a massive cloven foot slammed down. The keratin hooves attached to it, effortlessly parting and buckling the bedrock beneath them, shuffled forward.
BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Ears ringing, Red's vision faltered as his eyes threatened to rattle out of his skull. Stumbling to his feet he promptly collapsed face first back into the sundered street. No! No it couldn't be! It couldn't end like this! Looking over his shoulder, he sharply inhaled through clenched teeth as the dread BAHHLOSSUS drew near.
WHUMPF
Unable to offer so much as a shout or cry of protest Red found himself pinched up by two rock hard fingertips. Sliding down along the blue fuzzed length of those digits, pinched between static charged tufts of fluff, he gasped for air when a clenched fist curled around him. Limbs locked, and hopelessly trapped in place, he gazed upon the soft snoot of his colossal captor.
"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Let me go!"
Nostrils flared, the massive Mareep simply exhaled. The billowing blast of air nearly knocked Red unconscious on the spot.
"...No," the Mareep haughtily snooted in response. Head tossed back, and swirly signs replacing his eyes, the humbled human could do little else but groan. Empowered, and embiggened, by the Macro March storms roaring through the area the once miniscule Mareep had become a menace! Stomping, romping, and snooting wherever he pleased!
"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeep," Red whined.
FWUMP
Grunting, Red impotently wiggled when Radda relaxed his grip just enough to allow the human to slide and altogether disappear between his curled together fingers. Muffled quakes, that rattled him to his ribs, coursed through Red's body as the Mareep continued his rampage unopposed.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Or so he thought.
Hair, and blue fuzz, standing on end, Radda bleated nervously as crackles of electricity danced along his arched back. Eyes swiveling down in their sockets, he nervously gulped as a shadow even more ominous and imposing than his own casually darkened the whole of the city.
A gasp, bass boosted and feminine in baritone, exploded across the cityscape and sent skyscrapers imploding in on themselves.
"WELL AREN'T YOU JUST THE CUTEST THING!"
Tossing a look over his shoulder, his captive likewise managing to peek his head above the fingers ensnared around him, Radda and Red both went slack jawed at the sight that greeted them. A rabbit, clad in woefully undersized Pokemon Trainer attire, beamed down at the comparatively bitty bahh.
Thighs clapping together with the force of thunder, the Mareep nearly paralyzed by the sound and fury of it all, the rabbit dipped low. Shortest of short short riding up along her rear she reached out towards Radda with a sky blotting hand.
BAHHHH
Bleating helplessly, Radda found himself helpless before the aspiring Pokemon Trainer cooing and oohing at the newest uncooperative addition(s) to her team.
"WOULDJA LOOKIT THAT! I CAUGHT ME A MAREEP! OOH... GOSH WHAT SHOULD I NICKNAME YA?"
"Release me right now!" Radda declared. His snoots, barely registering as a squeak, failed to reach her ears.
"OH I KNOW! SINCE YOU'RE MY MAREEP... I'LL CALL YOU MEREEP!"
"Aughhhhhhhhhhh."
Swinging her big bloated bunny feet forward, smearing the whole of the city off the face of the planet, the prodigious Pokemon Trainer giddily lumbered forward. Hand held up before her face, the still swelling rabbit, flashed a buck toothed smile at her Pokemon partner. "OH GOSH! YOU EVEN COME WITH A HELD ITEM TOO! HMM. WHAT'S A... RED?"
With a meep, Red nervously retreated deeper into Radda's grasp. Beads of sweat collecting along his brow he desperately tried to avoid her gaze as an incomprehensible pair of eyes, akin to celestial bodies, settled upon him.
"HMMMM... WELL WHATEVER IT IS MUST BE SOMETHING SPECIAL! NOW LETS GET YOU INTO YOUR POKEBALL LIL GUY!" Humming to herself, the rambunctious rabbit struggled to fit her oversized and swollen fingers into her skintight pockets. "AWW SHOOT. GUESS WE'LL JUST HAVE TO MAKE DO UNTIL I CAN FIND ANOTHER POKE MART!"
Hand tucked close to her heaving chest, breasts straining and sttretching her jacket taut, the rabbit relaxed her grip and allowed her bitty and extremely bashful bahh to slip between her ever expanding cleavage with a smile.
Category Story / Macro / Micro
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 92 kB
Listed in Folders
Why thank you, Silber! Definitely been a struggle in the past trying to avoid repeating myself and dragging out a scene saying the same thing ad nauseam. Glad to hear I'm not tripping back up on those old pitfalls. Hopefully I'll be able to knock out/take more requests next Macro March since these were fun!
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