This choice: Sasha- The giant, gassy, vigilante • Go Back...Chapter #4Sasha- The giant, gassy, vigilante by: Unknown You shook with a nervous chill as you saw your new master was in the silver division. Sure, you would take it over the gold division any day, but not having any idea of what your new master could be like made silver division masters far more harrowing to meet for the first time. It was a true random draw between crazy and (relatively) normal. The halls were lined with doors of varying sizes, reflecting the variety of anthros within them. You stopped at the what had to be one of the largest and most intimidating doors and gulped at the thought of who was giant enough to need a door that tall. What came to mind wasn't exactly reassuring. Still, you stepped inside, accepting your fate.
Well, she certainly wasn't as tall as you feared.
But she was wide.
Unbelievably wide.
The anthro who was apparently your new master could be seen wolfing down a gigantic cake in her room. Her arms and legs were almost entirely flab, to say nothing of her mountainous belly, which was bigger than the entire bodies of some in the bronze division. The massive amount of fat easily reached the ground, and would have made you baffled as to how she can still move if Pearl hadn't already shocked you when she moved into the ring and swallowed your previous master whole. Your new master's similarities to Pearl terrified you. The only difference in the shapes of their massively fatty bodies was how much taller Pearl was, which you attributed to the natural hight of an Orca. Your new master finished off her meal with a fittingly large belch, and turned around to face you.
"Oh, you must be the new servant. The last one had to be dismissed since he couldn't handle my... smell." The anthro gave a hard slap to her stomach, letting out an audible fart into the room. The girl was do fat that even her farms and beaches caused her flabby buddy to quiver and jiggle. "Y-you're... you're the poison fart frog." Sasha, or The Poison Fart Frog, was the kind of person who was unforgettable the moment she entered a room. Or at least her ass was. She was one of the few anthros who could make themselves look like a character even within a place like the ASL. Her fighting style, career accomplishments, and especially her flatulence had made her an infamous figure within the ASL locker rooms. Your previous master had talked about her a few times, mostly about how she would never want to meet her if all the stories about her were true, and judging from the way her room smells now, the rumors were far from wrong.
Upon hearing you say her infamous nickname, Sasha gave you a disgruntled, vaguely lonely look. She was clearly aware of her nickname, and you figured few people would willingly approach someone known for clearing rooms just by entering them. It was understandable that the name would give her bad memories. Unfortunately, that name was the one you just said. Sasha, making a puffy, slightly angry and unconfortable face as if she was futility holding in more gas, said "If you're going to be that way, *uuuuurp*, why don't you get over here and...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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