Original Submission: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11027542/
Art by:  Cougr

“Okay, this flap goes...On the left? No, wait, under the right part, here! ...No that’s wrong again…” The monstrous gal’s ears drooped as the massive silken garment sloughed off, askew. A rumbling roar of a sigh thundered out as she reached for the dented cooling tower beside her and took a small sip of the scalding, radioactive liquid within. “Geeze, really shoulda paid attention more when they were tellin’ me how to put this thing on…S’like it’s own puzzle box!”

Gritting her teeth, she gathered up the ruffled kimono now lying in a heap across several city blocks and tried again. It seemed simple, just put her arms through the sleeves, pull one side snug and tie a big band around her waist, but her tremendous, bushy tails, nor her fat fingers, were doing any favours with the formal garment! She’d been at it for nearly an hour, trampled several square miles of the city’s commercial districts in frustration, and was on her fourth cup of nuclear tea, and still she just couldn’t get it right!

A quick glance over her shoulder at a knocked-over clock tower lying on a pile of crushed parking garages confirmed her fears; if she didn’t get this sorted out she was going to be late! With a determined flick of her tails, and another soothing sip of her atomic beverage, she checked her reflection in the mirrored sides of a pile of skyscrapers and tried again.

Far beyond the city’s limits, behind gilded gates and perfectly paved roadways, a neighborhood of billionaires waited nervously, peeking outside of their immense mansions between earthquakes at the pillars of smoke rising from the distant city behind the hills that hid their ritzy neighborhood. Evacuating probably would have been smarter, but arrangements had been made, and if having a tea party with a nuclear monster meant saving their estates and business empires, then so be it.

The coyju’s thunderous approach continued to be felt, even with the fluffy beast out of sight. Steady, rhytmic quakes and booms already claiming the hastily-erected pavilions and tents set out to welcome the skyscraper-sized gal, and with each impact, every distant footstep growing louder, it became quickly apparent that something wasn’t quite the same. That something revealed itself quite quickly as the gal herself, clad in warning yellow and nuclear green, stepped over the foothills that separated them from the squalor and filth of the small city beyond with a smoking, steaming tower from a nuclear plant held firmly in one hand…

Smiling brightly, and her tremendous tails swaying briskly behind her, Remmyzilla strode towards the tiny mansions, eager to meet the little tinies for tea and discuss the socio-political ramifications of having a coyju around...Whatever that meant. She knew she was a bit late, but...Fashionably so! The sudden growth spurt meant she’d had to redo her outfit again, but she’d gotten it right this time! And besides, being fashionably late was important with these kinds of tinies!

Lost in her thoughts, she hardly noticed as she trampled and stomped over the tiny mansions sprawled out below her. The hundred-room ‘homes’ weren’t even as tall as her toes, and fragile as dust compared to her fuzzy digits after all! The walking real-estate nightmare finally looked down as she approached a group of six-CRUNCH -no, make that five -CRUNCH -er...four,mansions on the bend of a river. She paused to take a sip of her tea, steam rising up and billowing around her snout as she raised it to her muzzle and lapped up a the bubbling, steaming, glowing liquid.

“...Soooooo uh, how’s the weather down there?”