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Big did not always mean slow, and Natsumi was a perfect example of that.
While speed was usually more a Raidramon thing, the Flamedramon girl had always been fleet of foot even after getting her armor. Not that her particular variety of digimon wore much armor to begin with, and she'd prefer to go without it if she could, but there were limits to what you could get away with even when you were the size of a small building. She was still 'small' enough to be expected to adhere to a handful of social norms, like clothing or a reasonable facsimile of it.
'Seriously though,' she thought as she rushed along in a blur of motion. 'It's not like this stuff actually COVERS anything; maybe my tits, but they're still half spilling out from under my chest plate and my lower half isn't covered at all!' Rather than focus on the absurdity of how much/little what she wore covered, she went back to paying attention to her running. At her size, there wasn't any real danger of damaging the road, or most of the stronger structures she used to vault over dead ends.
And that wouldn't do at all!
Putting a bit more force into her latest vault, Natsumi sailed higher and further than usual and came down HARD. She felt a pair of cars crumple under her paws, her scales tough enough that the broken glass and twisted metal doing nothing to her. The buildings nearest her visibly rattled, and she was sure at least one window cracked. Not to mention the paw prints she'd left in the asphalt from how hard she landed.
She was already sprinting by the time the dust had settled, a smirk on her face. That felt good, she'd have to step on a few more cars soon.
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And this is the last of my digimon pics for the moment, really need to get some more with these girls (and any others I come up with). Here's Natsumi, my Flamedramon being a menace at minimacro scale.
What's extra weird, because all my worlds are tied to my weird fetishes, smashing stuff is actually a show of affection in her setting. When it's a fact of reality that no one gets hurt from macro antics and everything is repairable, and everyone is well aware of it, it leads to strange, strange situations like this.
Does it make sense? No, but neither does anything about this image.
While speed was usually more a Raidramon thing, the Flamedramon girl had always been fleet of foot even after getting her armor. Not that her particular variety of digimon wore much armor to begin with, and she'd prefer to go without it if she could, but there were limits to what you could get away with even when you were the size of a small building. She was still 'small' enough to be expected to adhere to a handful of social norms, like clothing or a reasonable facsimile of it.
'Seriously though,' she thought as she rushed along in a blur of motion. 'It's not like this stuff actually COVERS anything; maybe my tits, but they're still half spilling out from under my chest plate and my lower half isn't covered at all!' Rather than focus on the absurdity of how much/little what she wore covered, she went back to paying attention to her running. At her size, there wasn't any real danger of damaging the road, or most of the stronger structures she used to vault over dead ends.
And that wouldn't do at all!
Putting a bit more force into her latest vault, Natsumi sailed higher and further than usual and came down HARD. She felt a pair of cars crumple under her paws, her scales tough enough that the broken glass and twisted metal doing nothing to her. The buildings nearest her visibly rattled, and she was sure at least one window cracked. Not to mention the paw prints she'd left in the asphalt from how hard she landed.
She was already sprinting by the time the dust had settled, a smirk on her face. That felt good, she'd have to step on a few more cars soon.
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foxfencerAnd this is the last of my digimon pics for the moment, really need to get some more with these girls (and any others I come up with). Here's Natsumi, my Flamedramon being a menace at minimacro scale.
What's extra weird, because all my worlds are tied to my weird fetishes, smashing stuff is actually a show of affection in her setting. When it's a fact of reality that no one gets hurt from macro antics and everything is repairable, and everyone is well aware of it, it leads to strange, strange situations like this.
Does it make sense? No, but neither does anything about this image.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Digimon
Size 2400 x 3000px
File Size 1.07 MB
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