tentacletrainer | Chapter 58; Anon Text; Rate That Rump Jr.

OWNER OF RUMP: Riku

GENDER OF RUMP: Male

RATING OF RUMP: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡

RATING OF RUMP
I doubt there's a more stellar posterior than this one for my opening act. Sure, sure, it's not all about fantastic fannies or breathtaking buttocks for this kind of thing, but I think this one deserves the title of "The First Rate". And I do indeed mean that as a double entendre. The derriere that your eyes had the priveledge to gaze upon just now belongs to resident Training Center founder Riku. Seated in heart of Celadon, this rump's owner is just as fine as it is, offering a great public service to all the fine Pokemon Masters out there.

Alright, let's get to the nitty gritty stuff here. Want to know why this butt is so fly? That would be because it's the perfect balance between robust and rotund. It's a pillow posterior, something obviously comfortable enough to sleep on but at the same time you don't wanna. You just wanna enjoy how nice it feels a little while longer. You're going to take a nice big handful and give it a healthy squeeze and that's going to delight you for the next week. And all of this is obvious just by looking at it. Now *that* is a top-notch tooshie.

It's sculpted as if made by the gods themselves. In fact, I wouldn't doubt it if they really did have a hand in it. Upon his birth, they looked at each other, smiled, and spoke, "Riku, thy ass is fine and thou whilst have all the ladies thy heart desires." When the doctor spanked him to wake up his lungs, he weeped, for he knew that was the fairest keister that would ever pass into the world, and it came through his operating room.

Of course, unfortunately, I can't just go take a squeeze for myself, but hey. I've heard this heart-stopping hottie is single. So hey, if any of you girls or boys ever get to do the thing, be sure to give a shout out to me about the experience. I would love to give this rump a follow up report.

Now, as divine as this derriere is, I do have a little advice for you Riku. Casual wise, you should look into some form fitting jeans. Ones that hug your rear with the utmost tenderness and care. And have you ever considered wearing some sleek slacks once in a while, outside of formal events? I'm positive you could rock them like no other.

ADITTIONAL RUMP NOTES:
❥ Would rate again. ❥ Tap that more like tap dance all over that. ❥ Jealous of the hands that lay upon that arse. ❥ Belongs in a museum exhibit to astonishing asses.

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[[Okay John are you butt texting? Is that what's going on? Rose doesn't reply, instead finally pulling herself from the bath she was taking to use as cover. Drying off and getting dressed, she sends a few more replies before slipping her gear into her pocket and exiting the bathroom, towel on her head as she dries it off.

Okay, time to go figure out what he's doing. Checking the living room first.]]

[Well John is about halfway through making a sandwich, to answer the question of what he's doing. Not that Rose would know because he's in the kitchen and is she really going to go look for him in there when she has the answer to her question right in front of her?]

[Yes, If she looks on the couch, she will catch the keysmash culprit red-tentacled. Because he's still just going at it like this is the most amazing thing he's done all week. Which is... basically how he reacts to every new stimulus he encounters. So this should come as no surprise, really. The little Omanyte doesn't even notice Rose, that's how absorbed he is in his "conversation" with the mysterious anon.]

[Even though Rose didn't send him a response, he sent her one:]

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[[Watching him a moment, she can't help the smile on her face. And then her gear buzzes with a response, she picks it up to read and has to laugh a little. Pocketing it again, she moves over to sit on the couch, plucking DJ up and cradling him in her arms.]]

Well hello there baby. What are you doing, hmm? Did John leave his gear out again?

[[Just going to pick it up and thumb through the responses, humming a little as she does so, giving the Omanyte a couple of kisses to his shell.]]

[DJ burbles happily in response, assaulting whichever part of Rose is most readily accessible with a plethora of Omanyte kisses. Which are very tentacle-y and probably something that only Rose could love.]

[He was just getting into trouble though, that's all. And yes, John left his gear unattended again. Is anybody surprised by this at this point? No. No they are not.]

[[And she loves them dearly, giggling and kissing him back! A plethora all over that shell.]]

What a sweetie you are. Are you playing with his Pokegear?

[Another burble that was probably a 'yes' but could have been a comment on the carpet for all we know. Honestly, it's probably a good thing that DJ can't speak English.]

[[Giggling, she stands up, making sure to take DJ with her as she continues scrolling through the post.]]

Hey John? Where are you? You left your gear out again!

[Oh are we going on an adventure?! Yay! DJ squirms excitedly in Rose's arms, making a multitude of happy cephalopod sounds.]

Kitchen!

[To the surprise of nobody, surely.]

[[Rose certainly isn't surprised.

She walks in there, holding DJ in one arm and his gear in the other hand. And she smiles and coos to the Omanyte as she enters, because aren't you the cutest little thing? Aren't you?]]

So what's this about your butt being a 7/10? Here I thought you didn't let anyone else look at it? You don't let other people touch it too, do you?

[Damn straight he is the cutest little thing!]

[It's probably a good thing John was only making sandwiches instead of anything that required particularly dangerous cooking utensils. Otherwise he might have just cut his finger off or something in shock.]

Wh-what!?

[[She just wiggles his gear at him, smiling.]]

Well?

I don't...wh-what?! [He splutters once again because apparently he just can't figure out how to words right now.]

No! No, I don't let anybody touch my ass! And I don't... who said I'm a 7/10, what?!

Whoever this anonymous butt person is.

What!? Let me see that!

[He abandons the counter so that he can snatch his gear from Rose and start looking back over the messages from butt-anon.]

[[Rose easily hands it over, chuckling as he starts reading them.]]

Though to be honest they're wrong. Your ass is at least a 15 on a 10 point rating system. To be perfectly honest.

Well if I'm a 15 that must make you at least a 20. [After reading over the messages, John shoves his gear back into his pocket with a sigh. There's still a slight tint to his cheeks, but he seems to be handling it okay.]

And it's not like I care what mysterious butt anon thinks. You read it yourself, yours is the only opinion I care about in that regard so anon can shove it. Anyway...I hope you're hungry.

[Because there are a lot of sandwiches on that try and they are obviously not all for him.]

Chapter 58; Anon Text; Rate That Rump Jr.

poor baby

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