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Last Updated: Nov. 15, 2013
Artwork © wolfkidd
Remmyzilla, Coyju Goddess of Kaiju and Rampaging © spykr
Crissy, Vixen Goddess of Life and Bustiness © futurewesty
Okamitsune, Wolfox Goddess of Everything (Except stars, dumb photons) © vdo
The goddesses arrived at roughly four o' clock. Within a single instant, more than one third of the entire planet's surface was bathed in shadows that did not block light. Staggeringly huge furniture, ludicrously fluffy tails, and literally divine bodies towered above the world, a presence so overwhelming it captured the awe and wonder of every single being alive.
At one corner of the floating table, there sat a dazzling red vixen. Her outfit was deceptively simple- denim jeans and a tie-die tank top- but her appearance was anything but. Two lovingly cared-for pawfeet kicked idly high above the atmosphere, white claws gleaming with a perfect sheen and black pads crinkling with leather-soled softness. They often brushed against a long, silky foxtail that curled around her seat's levitating support column, moving so gently that it was impossible to tell if she was stroking her paws with her tail or her tail with her paws.
Rising higher, the vixen's front was dominated by her astounding chest. Two perfect, natural mountains of flesh strained against her tight shirt, distorting the already-distorted imbalance of her omnichromatic top. Staring at the semispheres was maddeningly compulsive, and it almost seemed as if her shirt's colors danced in time with the sways of her heavy bust. It was an intoxicating display, one made all the more enticing by the strange subtle hint of a strawberry aroma in the air around her- except when it was drowned out by the rousing scent of Earl Grey tea (hot), every time she raised her cup to her lips.
And what lips they were; those who found themselves distracted and fixated by her chest sadly missed out on the vixen's perfect smile. Her bright and excited face was immaculately proportioned, so exemplary of vixen beauty that she surpassed its very ideals. Her adorable grin was infectiously heartwarming, and filled those who saw it with honest joy.
This in contrast to the terrifying attraction felt towards the twisted coyote-like goddess next to her; never before had the world seen one being both so feared and yet so desired. Her familiar canine shape had been remade with monstrous traits throughout. Oversized fangs, extended claws, devilish horns, even her trio of slashing tails were ridged with bladed trails of spikes. And yet, these nightmarish mutations did not make her unappealing- instead, they brought out a bestial glory, a feral magnificence that contrasted intriguingly with her cheerfully goofy grin.
In addition to being the most ferociously built, the well-toned coyote-beast goddess also had the most traditional divine outfit (despite its decidedly unconventional twists). A Japanese kimono was a subtly classy nod towards the Japanese monster-movie 'Kaiju' motif she sported across her body, but nobody could ever claim its Hazmat-yellow color and liberally-strewn radiation hazard patterns were even remotely historic. They did, however, accurately broadcast her presence- her appearance had spiked every Geiger counter on the planet immeasurably far beyond their maximum sampling range, and every time she gulped down the contents of her ominously glowing teacup, the machines rattled and beeped in overloaded panic. It was a fantastic mercy that the goddess seemed to have confined her ambient effects to the machines, lest the entire planet be microwaved in moments.
Still, it was clear that no measure of self-restraint could fully protect those around the coyote kaiju: her sentences and laughter were perpetually interspersed with ear-shattering roars that caused rippling tsunamis to rise in the oceans and exploded clouds right out of the sky. She somehow managed to work the terrifying outbursts into every vocalization she uttered, and even during the rare moments she was not outright booming, her voice still rattled like angry thunder. The contrast with her jovial smile and playful tone was quite impressive.
Last, but overwhelmingly not least, sat a hybrid canid of outrageous excess. Her curves were too extreme to have belonged to anything but the most gifted of vixens, yet her frame was packed with subtle muscle tone which any wolfess would have died for. A full quartet of tails, absurdly long and thick, snaked behind and around her as if each was a living creature all its own, fully prehensile and bottomlessly energetic. They matched the enthusiasm of their owner down to the letter, swishing as she cheered and laughed with her friends.
Unlike the other two, her long legs ended in a pair of digitigrade paws. Despite this, she still had the largest paws by a good few hundred miles. The moment the trio had arrived, she'd thumpingly planted them down upon entire countries, constantly scrunching and wiggling and splaying her digits as if trying to maximize the number of mortals she could moosh beneath them. Nobody was ever quite able to figure out how, but she thankfully was able to avoid so much as knocking over a single building nor injuring any trapped mortals. In fact, there was a near universal hope across those countries that she would grace their land yet again with her plush toes and pads. Perhaps there was just something invigorating about the green, radiant energy that shone from her long claws, or perhaps they were just truly divine paws.
Also unlike the other two, her clothing was ragged and tattered. Massive tears and holes exposed her fur and flesh even within what sparse regions of her body were actually squeezed within the insufficiently baggy and oversized jean shorts and crop-top. Throughout the entire event, not a moment passed without the sound of popping threads, creaking expansions, and shattering fabric. Before the end, her clothing was literally nothing more than a handful of strands and loose patches dangling from overflowing hems. They could hardly be blamed, however: where the other goddesses used stools, the wolf-fox used something more like a small bench, and even then her rear and thighs loomed over the edges teasingly. Not to mention that her gargantuan breasts rested flush against the edge of the table even when she sat upright; when her shirt had been rendered irrelevant and they were free to expand out to their uncompressed size, they snugly encroached on the edges of her refreshingly-minty-smelling teacup's saucer.
The goddesses talked and drank and gossiped and giggled. They swung their tails across entire continents, harmlessly burying them under fluff. They ignored satellites and aircraft as sudden and inexplicable wind currents shifted trajectories to graze fractions of an inch away from their bodies. They wriggled their toes and angled their paws above thousands of cities, showing off how even the lowest part of their heavenly bodies was still greater and more significant than anything the mortal mind could dare dream.
They discussed how revered and esteemed they were even among entire Pantheons of mighty deities, and how life had flourished beneath their gifted talents. They roared about adventures and excitement, how they had effortlessly conquered civilizations and converted opposing faiths to themselves through reality-quaking feats of strength or even just sheer presence alone. They gushed over the extremes by which lesser deities who held their favor had outgrown and outperformed all expectations, and about how even the most wildly, outrageously, impossibly overexaggerated predictions about the trio's own development had been fundamentally shattered before they could even be postulated. And they also drank tea.
Roughly half an hour after they started, the goddesses settled their cups in their saucers and their conversations in agreements. Brief arrangements were made- same time tomorrow, on a darling little world whose name was impressively unpronounceable without using a number of obscure wind instruments- and friendly farewells were offered. Then the table and chairs disappeared as all three leaned in for a heartwarming, excited, fantastically huge hug. Their chests and cheeks and arms all pressed together tightly, and kisses and slurps were exchanged. Then they were gone, with no evidence left of their presence aside from internet-clogging amounts of cell phone camera video footage and satellite imagery.
There had been terror at first, and fear. Panic and unrest seemed inescapable, but it calmed into awe and reverence within moments. And by the time tea with the goddesses had ended, the only thought on anyone's mind was wondering just how soon the trio might return for another wonderful visit.
It's a VERY good thing that
wolfkidd draws so much macro, because it's nearly impossible to fit even ONE of these goddesses on a page, much less all three with room for a second view! A paw view, no less, with two sets of goddess toes dominating the horizon! I'm specifically calling out Wolfkidd here for being willing to tolerate me first changing my commission request literally as he was about to start drawing it from a simple macro+normal picture into this grand masterpiece, while working with two characters belonging to other people (at least one of whom I'm pretty sure wasn't able to attend the stream due to work constraints and instead communicated privately via IM outside the stream chat), and then cramming two crazy-huge shots into one (physical, non-digital) page! Don't be like me, folks, be nice to the poor artists who have to figure out what you want drawn <_<
My own sillygoddess Sunny (Okamitsune if you're being formal, she's the wolf/kitsune girl in the middle) here is joined by two wonderful friends of hers belonging to two wonderful friends of mine! Sunny is the daughter of the esteemed AEsir Pantheon, but she doesn't really live up to her parents' prestigiously powerful heritage. Instead, she sort of, uh, dwarfs it completely. Her family's legendary abilities are already stretched to their absolute limits trying to keep the size-crazed, trouble-seeking wolfox under some rough semblance of control, but Okamitsune is a ticking time bomb of divine growth whose every escapade is just that much bigger than anything before it. Her parents are thankful indeed for a chance to relax when she's out and distracted with her friends!
On the right we have Crissy, a vixen goddess who was recently made head of her own Pantheon! Despite her (by divine standards) very young age, she's proven to be a tremendously competent and qualified leader with more than enough power to back it up. Sadly, with this new job have come new duties, not all of them fun. Paperwork and stuffy formal gatherings constantly cram her calendar so full that even altering time itself just barely gives her room to take a breather, some days! On the plus side, at least she's adorably beautiful and overwhelmingly powerful, not to mention she has an entire Pantheon at her command. And, hey, that means she gets to dictate the decorations- every day is tie-die Tuesday, now! In between helping propel her Pantheon up the rankings and towards widespread divine fame, she still manages to find ways to entertain herself and her vixenish playful streak, thankfully. And, schedule or not, sometimes you just have to tell the God of Uninteresting Statistics to put it on hold and wait for you to finish visiting your friends!
And then there's the ferociously fantastic Remmyzilla on the left, a one-time mortal coyote gal who was mutated by massive doses of radiation into a gigantic (still mortal) coyju beast- but she ended up taking so well to her new form that she proved herself to be the living embodiment of all that is kaiju-ish-ness, and declared herself the monstrous new goddess of kaiju! There have been some uppity deities in the past who've tried to tell her there's official procedures you're supposed to go through first as well... But they've mostly just ended up fleeing in terror as the big RZ rampages across their realms. It's their own fault, really- back when her powers were still developing, some of the most supremely powerful stuffy old deities decided she was an upstart who needed to learn her place; they used their immeasurable strength to attack her without first trying to learn her weakness*. And as any movie monster fan could have warned you, they couldn't stop Remmyzilla: their attacks only made her grow bigger and more powerful than ever! Although perhaps they could have been forgiven for not realizing just how big a mistake they had made until the smoke started to clear... And Remmyzilla growsploded out in a nightmarish megasurge, ROARing triumphantly as her terrifying toes loomed ever higher over her attackers! One quick thank-you MegaRampage across all of their worlds and Pantheons later, and the newly-VERY-promoted Goddess of Kaiju was free to... Well, do whatever she pleased! Which was obviously mostly going to be pinning people, planets, and even entire Pantheons beneath her horrifyingly beastly coyju paws as she stomps and roars, but just because she's a Movie Monster/Deity hybrid doesn't mean she doesn't also like hanging out and sharing a cup with some fellow female canine megagoddesses- just make sure her tea is blended with the finest nuclear sludge!
NOTE: Since it ends up becoming a thing sometimes when there's an image like this, I'd like to restate that Okamitsune IS (in fact!) a total omnipotent-hax goddess and CAN and DOES (in fact!) protect people from getting hurt during her shenanigans, as impossible as that might sometimes seem! She is a nice goddess, if not an incredibly silly one. The other two goddesses are being careful too, although Remmyzilla in particular gives no guarantees!
Æsir Family:
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
Content warnings:
Teramacro
Bustiness
Fluffiness
Pawsiness
Divinity
ENJOY!
*WARNING: DO NOT ATTEMPT TO EXPLOIT REMMYZILLA'S WEAKNESS, EVEN IF YOU KNOW IT- YOU WILL JUST MAKE HER VERY VERY ANGRY.
Artwork © wolfkidd
Remmyzilla, Coyju Goddess of Kaiju and Rampaging © spykr
Crissy, Vixen Goddess of Life and Bustiness © futurewesty
Okamitsune, Wolfox Goddess of Everything (Except stars, dumb photons) © vdo
The goddesses arrived at roughly four o' clock. Within a single instant, more than one third of the entire planet's surface was bathed in shadows that did not block light. Staggeringly huge furniture, ludicrously fluffy tails, and literally divine bodies towered above the world, a presence so overwhelming it captured the awe and wonder of every single being alive.
At one corner of the floating table, there sat a dazzling red vixen. Her outfit was deceptively simple- denim jeans and a tie-die tank top- but her appearance was anything but. Two lovingly cared-for pawfeet kicked idly high above the atmosphere, white claws gleaming with a perfect sheen and black pads crinkling with leather-soled softness. They often brushed against a long, silky foxtail that curled around her seat's levitating support column, moving so gently that it was impossible to tell if she was stroking her paws with her tail or her tail with her paws.
Rising higher, the vixen's front was dominated by her astounding chest. Two perfect, natural mountains of flesh strained against her tight shirt, distorting the already-distorted imbalance of her omnichromatic top. Staring at the semispheres was maddeningly compulsive, and it almost seemed as if her shirt's colors danced in time with the sways of her heavy bust. It was an intoxicating display, one made all the more enticing by the strange subtle hint of a strawberry aroma in the air around her- except when it was drowned out by the rousing scent of Earl Grey tea (hot), every time she raised her cup to her lips.
And what lips they were; those who found themselves distracted and fixated by her chest sadly missed out on the vixen's perfect smile. Her bright and excited face was immaculately proportioned, so exemplary of vixen beauty that she surpassed its very ideals. Her adorable grin was infectiously heartwarming, and filled those who saw it with honest joy.
This in contrast to the terrifying attraction felt towards the twisted coyote-like goddess next to her; never before had the world seen one being both so feared and yet so desired. Her familiar canine shape had been remade with monstrous traits throughout. Oversized fangs, extended claws, devilish horns, even her trio of slashing tails were ridged with bladed trails of spikes. And yet, these nightmarish mutations did not make her unappealing- instead, they brought out a bestial glory, a feral magnificence that contrasted intriguingly with her cheerfully goofy grin.
In addition to being the most ferociously built, the well-toned coyote-beast goddess also had the most traditional divine outfit (despite its decidedly unconventional twists). A Japanese kimono was a subtly classy nod towards the Japanese monster-movie 'Kaiju' motif she sported across her body, but nobody could ever claim its Hazmat-yellow color and liberally-strewn radiation hazard patterns were even remotely historic. They did, however, accurately broadcast her presence- her appearance had spiked every Geiger counter on the planet immeasurably far beyond their maximum sampling range, and every time she gulped down the contents of her ominously glowing teacup, the machines rattled and beeped in overloaded panic. It was a fantastic mercy that the goddess seemed to have confined her ambient effects to the machines, lest the entire planet be microwaved in moments.
Still, it was clear that no measure of self-restraint could fully protect those around the coyote kaiju: her sentences and laughter were perpetually interspersed with ear-shattering roars that caused rippling tsunamis to rise in the oceans and exploded clouds right out of the sky. She somehow managed to work the terrifying outbursts into every vocalization she uttered, and even during the rare moments she was not outright booming, her voice still rattled like angry thunder. The contrast with her jovial smile and playful tone was quite impressive.
Last, but overwhelmingly not least, sat a hybrid canid of outrageous excess. Her curves were too extreme to have belonged to anything but the most gifted of vixens, yet her frame was packed with subtle muscle tone which any wolfess would have died for. A full quartet of tails, absurdly long and thick, snaked behind and around her as if each was a living creature all its own, fully prehensile and bottomlessly energetic. They matched the enthusiasm of their owner down to the letter, swishing as she cheered and laughed with her friends.
Unlike the other two, her long legs ended in a pair of digitigrade paws. Despite this, she still had the largest paws by a good few hundred miles. The moment the trio had arrived, she'd thumpingly planted them down upon entire countries, constantly scrunching and wiggling and splaying her digits as if trying to maximize the number of mortals she could moosh beneath them. Nobody was ever quite able to figure out how, but she thankfully was able to avoid so much as knocking over a single building nor injuring any trapped mortals. In fact, there was a near universal hope across those countries that she would grace their land yet again with her plush toes and pads. Perhaps there was just something invigorating about the green, radiant energy that shone from her long claws, or perhaps they were just truly divine paws.
Also unlike the other two, her clothing was ragged and tattered. Massive tears and holes exposed her fur and flesh even within what sparse regions of her body were actually squeezed within the insufficiently baggy and oversized jean shorts and crop-top. Throughout the entire event, not a moment passed without the sound of popping threads, creaking expansions, and shattering fabric. Before the end, her clothing was literally nothing more than a handful of strands and loose patches dangling from overflowing hems. They could hardly be blamed, however: where the other goddesses used stools, the wolf-fox used something more like a small bench, and even then her rear and thighs loomed over the edges teasingly. Not to mention that her gargantuan breasts rested flush against the edge of the table even when she sat upright; when her shirt had been rendered irrelevant and they were free to expand out to their uncompressed size, they snugly encroached on the edges of her refreshingly-minty-smelling teacup's saucer.
The goddesses talked and drank and gossiped and giggled. They swung their tails across entire continents, harmlessly burying them under fluff. They ignored satellites and aircraft as sudden and inexplicable wind currents shifted trajectories to graze fractions of an inch away from their bodies. They wriggled their toes and angled their paws above thousands of cities, showing off how even the lowest part of their heavenly bodies was still greater and more significant than anything the mortal mind could dare dream.
They discussed how revered and esteemed they were even among entire Pantheons of mighty deities, and how life had flourished beneath their gifted talents. They roared about adventures and excitement, how they had effortlessly conquered civilizations and converted opposing faiths to themselves through reality-quaking feats of strength or even just sheer presence alone. They gushed over the extremes by which lesser deities who held their favor had outgrown and outperformed all expectations, and about how even the most wildly, outrageously, impossibly overexaggerated predictions about the trio's own development had been fundamentally shattered before they could even be postulated. And they also drank tea.
Roughly half an hour after they started, the goddesses settled their cups in their saucers and their conversations in agreements. Brief arrangements were made- same time tomorrow, on a darling little world whose name was impressively unpronounceable without using a number of obscure wind instruments- and friendly farewells were offered. Then the table and chairs disappeared as all three leaned in for a heartwarming, excited, fantastically huge hug. Their chests and cheeks and arms all pressed together tightly, and kisses and slurps were exchanged. Then they were gone, with no evidence left of their presence aside from internet-clogging amounts of cell phone camera video footage and satellite imagery.
There had been terror at first, and fear. Panic and unrest seemed inescapable, but it calmed into awe and reverence within moments. And by the time tea with the goddesses had ended, the only thought on anyone's mind was wondering just how soon the trio might return for another wonderful visit.
It's a VERY good thing that
wolfkidd draws so much macro, because it's nearly impossible to fit even ONE of these goddesses on a page, much less all three with room for a second view! A paw view, no less, with two sets of goddess toes dominating the horizon! I'm specifically calling out Wolfkidd here for being willing to tolerate me first changing my commission request literally as he was about to start drawing it from a simple macro+normal picture into this grand masterpiece, while working with two characters belonging to other people (at least one of whom I'm pretty sure wasn't able to attend the stream due to work constraints and instead communicated privately via IM outside the stream chat), and then cramming two crazy-huge shots into one (physical, non-digital) page! Don't be like me, folks, be nice to the poor artists who have to figure out what you want drawn <_<My own sillygoddess Sunny (Okamitsune if you're being formal, she's the wolf/kitsune girl in the middle) here is joined by two wonderful friends of hers belonging to two wonderful friends of mine! Sunny is the daughter of the esteemed AEsir Pantheon, but she doesn't really live up to her parents' prestigiously powerful heritage. Instead, she sort of, uh, dwarfs it completely. Her family's legendary abilities are already stretched to their absolute limits trying to keep the size-crazed, trouble-seeking wolfox under some rough semblance of control, but Okamitsune is a ticking time bomb of divine growth whose every escapade is just that much bigger than anything before it. Her parents are thankful indeed for a chance to relax when she's out and distracted with her friends!
On the right we have Crissy, a vixen goddess who was recently made head of her own Pantheon! Despite her (by divine standards) very young age, she's proven to be a tremendously competent and qualified leader with more than enough power to back it up. Sadly, with this new job have come new duties, not all of them fun. Paperwork and stuffy formal gatherings constantly cram her calendar so full that even altering time itself just barely gives her room to take a breather, some days! On the plus side, at least she's adorably beautiful and overwhelmingly powerful, not to mention she has an entire Pantheon at her command. And, hey, that means she gets to dictate the decorations- every day is tie-die Tuesday, now! In between helping propel her Pantheon up the rankings and towards widespread divine fame, she still manages to find ways to entertain herself and her vixenish playful streak, thankfully. And, schedule or not, sometimes you just have to tell the God of Uninteresting Statistics to put it on hold and wait for you to finish visiting your friends!
And then there's the ferociously fantastic Remmyzilla on the left, a one-time mortal coyote gal who was mutated by massive doses of radiation into a gigantic (still mortal) coyju beast- but she ended up taking so well to her new form that she proved herself to be the living embodiment of all that is kaiju-ish-ness, and declared herself the monstrous new goddess of kaiju! There have been some uppity deities in the past who've tried to tell her there's official procedures you're supposed to go through first as well... But they've mostly just ended up fleeing in terror as the big RZ rampages across their realms. It's their own fault, really- back when her powers were still developing, some of the most supremely powerful stuffy old deities decided she was an upstart who needed to learn her place; they used their immeasurable strength to attack her without first trying to learn her weakness*. And as any movie monster fan could have warned you, they couldn't stop Remmyzilla: their attacks only made her grow bigger and more powerful than ever! Although perhaps they could have been forgiven for not realizing just how big a mistake they had made until the smoke started to clear... And Remmyzilla growsploded out in a nightmarish megasurge, ROARing triumphantly as her terrifying toes loomed ever higher over her attackers! One quick thank-you MegaRampage across all of their worlds and Pantheons later, and the newly-VERY-promoted Goddess of Kaiju was free to... Well, do whatever she pleased! Which was obviously mostly going to be pinning people, planets, and even entire Pantheons beneath her horrifyingly beastly coyju paws as she stomps and roars, but just because she's a Movie Monster/Deity hybrid doesn't mean she doesn't also like hanging out and sharing a cup with some fellow female canine megagoddesses- just make sure her tea is blended with the finest nuclear sludge!
NOTE: Since it ends up becoming a thing sometimes when there's an image like this, I'd like to restate that Okamitsune IS (in fact!) a total omnipotent-hax goddess and CAN and DOES (in fact!) protect people from getting hurt during her shenanigans, as impossible as that might sometimes seem! She is a nice goddess, if not an incredibly silly one. The other two goddesses are being careful too, although Remmyzilla in particular gives no guarantees!
Æsir Family:
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
Content warnings:
Teramacro
Bustiness
Fluffiness
Pawsiness
Divinity
ENJOY!
*WARNING: DO NOT ATTEMPT TO EXPLOIT REMMYZILLA'S WEAKNESS, EVEN IF YOU KNOW IT- YOU WILL JUST MAKE HER VERY VERY ANGRY.
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