Godzilla Warriors: One-Offs

Dummy Thicc

"Hey Godzilla?" Mothra asked, closing her laptop screen. Godzilla looked over at her from where he was sitting on their bed.
"Yeah, what's up?" He asked, placing his iPad on the bed next to him.
"Could you help me clear something up?" Mothra asked.
"Clear what up?" Godzilla asked. He scooted closer to her.
"Well, I found a website where people were talking about us." Mothra began to explain. "And one of the users said something about me that I don't get."
Godzilla nodded. There was a lot of talk about them on the internet. A lot of it was fairly positive, but more often than not, it was something bad or insulting. Godzilla didn't mind, it was the internet after all.
"Was it some kind of insult?" He asked.
"I don't think so..." Mothra responded. "They said I was... what does 'dummy thick' mean?"
Godzilla's eyes went wide. He wasn't expecting that to be Mothra's question. "Uh..." was the only thing he could mutter.
"Is it slang or something? Or is it an insult?" Mothra continued to ask. "And they spelled it weird too. They spelled it with three Cs."
"Oh dear lord..." Godzilla shook his head.
"What? Is it a bad thing?" Mothra continued. "C'mon, I just wanna know!"
"Well... it means you have... curves." Godzilla began.
"Curves?" Mothra cocked her head to the side. "I don't know what that means either."
Godzilla breathed a deep breath before he finally said it flat out. "It means you have a fat ass, okay?"
"What!?" Mothra yelped. She shot up to her feet and tried to look at her backside. "Why would anybody say that? It isn't that big... is it?"
"Uh, well... it's bigger than most girls..." Godzilla said.
Mothra faced her back towards her wall mirror and twisted to see her reflection. She groaned and placed a hand on her butt, realizing it was fairly wide. Not only that, but after she wiggled around a bit, she noticed that it even jiggled slightly.
"Oh god, I do have a fat ass!" She groaned. "Why didn't anybody tell me about this?"
"I'm pretty sure I mentioned it once or twice." Godzilla said, scratching the back of his head.
"I thought you were just being flirty!" Mothra continued before going back to observing her butt. "What am I gonna do? I know people are commenting on it online, so I know people are staring at it! Well, I guess I don't blame them, but it's still making me self conscious!"
"I don't see what the big deal is." Godzilla said, standing up himself. "Isn't having a big butt a good thing?"
"I guess..." Mothra muttered. "I just never noticed it before. Now even I can't stop staring at it."
"Look, I wouldn't make a big deal about it." Godzilla reasoned. "It's just something you gotta deal with. Just be glad you have it and try not to think about it."
Mothra breathed a deep sigh and turned her butt away from the mirror. "I guess you're right. I'm sure a lot of women would kill to have a butt like this."
"There you go." Godzilla smirked. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Mothra glanced at her backside in the mirror one last time. It was round, and it was wide, but it was hers. She smiled and turned back to Godzilla.
"Thanks, Godzilla! You're the best." She beamed.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Battra stepped inside, opening the door slowly to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything.
"Is everything alright in here?" Battra asked. "I heard yelling."
"Oh, we're fine Battra." Mothra nodded. "Godzilla was just helping me come to terms with my dummy thick ass."
Godzilla facepalmed and Battra raised an eyebrow.
"I see..." He muttered. "Well, good luck with that. I'm gonna leave now."

The End

Author's Note: This was just a fun little thing I wrote based on A Scrub For Hire's video "Johnny Asks a Question". Please don't take it too seriously. Also, I'm not sure I'll be uploading many more of these one-off stories, since I'm going to school again. If this one gets a lot of reads, I'll try to come up with an idea for another one.