Raja used SWALLOW!

Raja used SWALLOW!

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It's the Year of the Snake and I have far too much Raja art sitting around. Now's as good a time as any to get it lobbed up and out into the world for all to see.

*Ahem*

Wowie! More Raja! She's that sassy and sizable snake some of you might remember her from a silly story or two where she gorged herself into godhood!

Wishing Big
Goddess Training

Adorable arts by the sweetest scribbler  alef-gp!

Story snippet from Wishing Big.

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The awnings scrunched loudly upon being ripped off their foundations. Entire stoops were flattened and compressed against the doors they were supposed to lead up to. Windows cracked and bowed inward. Suffice to say, whenever Raja slithered on around, people noticed. Barely fitting within the boundaries of the Snowpoint city’s two lane streets, and not counting her tail that stretched across city blocks, the ten story tall snake eyed a lone little restaurant ravenously. Roy’s first shift as head chef had just kicked off, and Raja wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Tires screeching to a halt or squealing on the pavement, dozens of cars slammed into reverse or kicked it into high gear to escape the lumbering reptile. Smirk plastered wide across her lips,the Arbok had come to like throwing all her weight around.

A lone little Zorua clambered along the sidewalk, desperate to escape the mountainous mass of purple scales bearing down on him. Tripping over himself multiple times, the poor guy could barely make it two steps before smacking down into the pavement.

Arching her brows, she gave him and the rest of traffic ample time to make way. Tearing out light posts and mail boxes as she navigated the labyrinth of streets, the gargantuan snake hummed to herself happily during her commute.

Flashes of flame leaping from the skillet to the ceiling, Roy felt right at home in the kitchen. His first few hours as head chef were going... okay. He had yet to receive any complaints, however, no compliments had been tossed his way either. Slathering a layer of olive oil on his skillet, the Growlithe cracked a pair of Spearow eggs on its metal side. Tossing the shells into the garbage bin to the side of his grill, his hands relied on muscle memory as his furry fingers grabbed hold of pinches of peppers and garlic from the unlabeled tins on the shelf above him; all while his eyes stared intently at the omelette that was being pieced together before him. “...It is a little unrealistic to expect high praise the first night on though,” he admitted to himself. “Takes time to make a name for yourself after all.” Letting out a sigh, his free hand flicked the spices into the broiling yellow mass of eggs. Swirling them around, a flick of his wrist sent the concoction flipping up into the air, seemingly hovering in place before plopping back down with a sizzle. “Oh well, I know I’ll get at least one compliment before the end of the night.” Tail wagging, his thoughts drifted towards his rather large and lovely lady.

Flipping through the list of reservations, the maître d'hôtel practiced pronouncing the more unpronounceable looking names. Tongue tied by just about every other syllable, the sharply dressed Persian kept at it. Sooner or later someone was going to call him out on his overuse of vague pronouns, he just knew it! You can only call people ‘sir’ or ‘madam’ so many times before they actually notice you’re making an effort to not refer to them by name. The terrible sound of metal crunching in on itself and car horns beeping frantically gave him reason to draw his attention away from his ledger.

Casting a long shadow over multiple city blocks, a mighty Arbok waved down at him. “Restaurant for one, please.”

RAJA used SWAGGER. Even though it is not a damaging attack it’s somehow still super effective!

Teeth chattering, the snake’s deep and powerful voice permeated his fuzzy being. “D-don’t you mean ‘table’ for one?”

Setting her hands on her broad hips, Raja peered down at him. “You heard me.”

“R-right.” Dipping into the Seven Stars Restaurant, the poor Persian muddled over how to convey to the other patrons that a mind bogglingly gigantohuge Arbok was shooing them out. Running his clawed fingers through his hair, his ears perked up when he caught sight of a the fire alarm by the door. “Fuck it, this was never mentioned during training. Time to improvise.” Well aware of how illegal it was to pull that lever for any reason other than a fire, the Persian grumbled to himself that no one had thought to make a general “Flee the premises’ alarm. None too keen on leaving any fingerprints pinning him to the deed, he grabbed a stray patron’s jacket hanging on the coat rack. Curling it around his hand, he pulled down on the lever. “Welp that’s all they’re getting out of me for this shift.” Hastily propping the front doors open, the feline mewled worriedly at the sound of Raja chuckling. He bolted as soon as an easy exit for the remaining patrons was secure, pondering upon how the hell he was going to explain this to the manager.

“Awww crud, was that me again? Darnit, probably.” Having the flames constantly roaring high enough to lick at the ceiling probably wasn’t the best idea. Frustrated, the Growlithe trudged on out of the kitchen with the rest of the chefs. Stepping out into the parking lot the back exit emptied out into, he shielded his eyes from the glare of the late afternoon sun.

“So, everybody out? Good.”

“Raja?” Roy would recognize that powerful and sultry voice anywhere! Bounding out towards the front on all fours, he nearly melted at the sight of her grinning down at him.

Twiddling her fingers at him, she loved how he acted like a puppy at the slightest display of affection. Mentally reminding herself that she didn’t come down here just to flirt, she swatted at the other Pokemorphs who stood there gawking at her. Motioning for them to skedaddle, they did as they were told. Pointing down at a server before he could get too far, her commanding voice bellowed. “Hold up. You going to take my order or not?”

“Uhmmm... sure.” The Furret replied uneasily. Grabbing the pen lodged behind his ear, the familiarity of his routine comforted him in this otherwise bonkers situation. “Do you know what you would like to order?”

“Yep. I’ll have everything,” Raja stated matter of factly.

“...One of everything?”

“I meant what I said.” Unhinging her jaw, the Arbok lunged forward and sank her teeth into the building. Neck bulging with muscle, Raja yanked. The entire restaurant came out of the pavement with a groan, dragging up most of the parking lot with it. Subterranean water mains and gas lines crusted over with cement were dragged up as well, ripping apart the nearby streets and sidewalks in the process. Bricks and mortar toppled down from the structure as it rose into the air, clinking and breaking to pieces upon impact with the ground. Tilting her head back, the two story building disappeared down her throat. The bulge in her neck slowly slid into her imposing belly where it disappeared without a trace. “My compliments to the chef.” Winking down at her little Growlithe, Raja stuck out her forked tongue playfully.

“Might as well thank the architect while you’re at it but whatever.” Throwing his hands up in the air, the Furret walked off in disbelief.

Racing over towards his lovely lady, Roy bopped into and bounced off of a scaly belly that was now rivaling an entire city block in size. Nuzzling it liberally, he barked happily when he felt a smooth finger as thick as a water tower curl around him. Sliding down into her broad palm, Roy couldn’t stop his cream colored tail from wagging. Lifted higher and higher up into the air he was brought before a full pair of lips. Heck, just a single lip of hers was bigger than he was now! Pressing his body against it, he kissed it deeply. “Thanks for stopping by, hun.”

“Not too mad that I ate you out of your job?” Cocking an eyebrow, she brushed her snout along his body.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. The Seven Stars Restaurant is a franchise after all! I’m sure I can pick up a few shifts here at there at the other couple locations they have dotted around the city.”

“You don’t say? You wouldn’t happen to know off hand where they’re at, would you? I think I’m feeling up for seconds.” Licking her lips, Raja gazed down at Roy hungrily.