"Then the music stopped, When I looked the cafe was empty~ Then I heard Jose say 'Man you know you're in trouble plenty'~" Tamamo sang to herself as she danced along Chaldeas halls, bags swinging from her arms and hands and her gut swinging against her knees.
"So I dropped my drink from my hand! And through the window, I ran! And as I rode away I could hear her say to Jose, yeah~!"
63% of her chest and about 49% of her belly were covered by a hot red hoodie whose pockets were stuffed with all sorts of goodies for the next stream, zipped up to make sure they didn't fly out thanks to her bouncier than normal stride.
"Come a little bit closer~ You're my kind of man. So big and so strong~ Come a little bit closer! I'm all alone~ And the night is so young!" Belting out that line right as she hipbumped the door to her shared room with Koyanskaya open, striking a pose she was sure to draw attention to herself and entice even more donations to flood their inbox.
"Hola, mi amor~." She purred out upon catching sight of her lover. Her sweatpants and skirt combo clad behind swaying as she strut forwards to plant a hot-as-hellfire kiss to the soon-to-be-Beast's lips, cleavage hidden by the wide back of the gaming chair and faces titled to give the stream less than a glimpse of their tongue's tango.
"Como han progresado las cosas en mi ausencia~?" She asked once they separated, long lines of spit snapping from where their lips had connected.
“If the humans cannot construct sufficient seating for not just myself, but the demons and angel in my care… then that’s simply not my problem, now is it?”
She’s once knocked down every single aisle of a grocery store with her hips like dominos with an unintentional hipbump from the natural, pendulum-like sway of those pancaked padded curves.
She still claims to have done nothing wrong and refused to pay for the damages. Needless to say, Luci was banned until she wiped the memories of everyone involved in the incident.
“Honestly, how do they truly find comfort with such small lounges?”
Hey, do you think Team Rocket might mistake Toriel for a rare Pokémon? Maybe they'd try and capture her... maybe she'd let them, as it would probably lead to a steady string of meals...
Mmm, being captured by some shady organization doesn't feel too much like her thing! She'd probably just hipbump the pokeball back at whoever tries to catch her, maybe catch them instead for an easy meal! That is, unless she's taken by surprise or something..
Swear to god, though, if someone thinks she's some sort of rare variant of a Wailord she's gonna have problems with them.
"Oi. It's a good thing Aunt Shania was so willing to teleport us near Mount Coronet; that would have been a nightmare commute..."
Bijoux stood with Loki in the entrace foyer of Abaddon's palace, a cased concert grand harp strapped to her back. She looked over at her mom, eyes glancing back downward to her own forepaws as she brushed them along the floor nervously.
"I still feel bad that we're here and Millie isn't," the Cinccino-taur hummed, looking around at the many Pokemon that had already arrived to the gala, as well as the few that were just making it into the doors behind them. "I know she's safe with Celeste, but still..."
"I extended the offer," Loki replied gently. "I don't think she wants to be anywhere fancy right now, considering she's spent her whole life in luxury's lap and she's finally getting a chance to experience what the average Pokemon does. She'll be fine. Celeste is essentially like a walking therapist; she'll let Millie talk to her, hug her, treat her well. It'll be nice to give her a sense of what a mother figure should be, even if it's not me."
"Heh... you realise that if she tries to get Celeste to adopt her, she'd be your grandkid..." Bijoux gently nudged her mom's side, a gesture the hybrid responded to with an eyeroll and a hipbump.
"And you'd be her aunt," Loki teased back, her tail wagging happily. "I think it would be just as awkward rooming with your niece, now wouldn't it? Now, if you're done teasing your poor old mother, let's split up and go be social... I'll meet you back here when it's time for your performance."
((Loki and Bijoux have arrived at Abaddon's Gilded Gala! ))
It is simply one of the most perfect pictures possible in terms of reaction. The exaggeration of his head just makes anyone who doesn't know what preceded this go 'What the hell is he seeing that could've prompted a look like THAT?' And it could be anything!
A fish and a rooster having a DBZ style fight. Planet-destroying beams of energy included.
An elderly fellow dashing 500 meters in a single second.
A 20-foot tall woman with an ass the size of a bus knocking over a building with a hipbump.
(I may snap Mystique back to the initial blogstate from around 2015. About a thousand feet tall, able to hipbump the Washington Monument over, ruling the world from her seat at DC, not too outrageously curvy, still with the ego that fills the entire universe.)
(May keep Mantis and Rockette and all the rest in their own setting.)
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Hi I am just back from work and ready to check on shit but if they don't have one they can certainly make one If it doesn't involve a hipbump and fingerguns Thier is out
Oh absolutely we need hipbumps and fingers guns
if it’s a dad handshake do we have to wear khakis, same memes wrong and end it with “sport” or is that optional?
Heck yeah, shorty pear gang!! Shion and Towa power, imagine them hip bumping each other with asses that size. Sonic wave that could be heard from miles, much like their steps when these shorties start to waddle
They're all short except for EN holy hell they're tiny