(you are an anthropomorphic version of Mothra Leo). In a world where all Kaiju were alive and anthropomorphic, you were the son of Mothra, Mothra Leo. You were wearing a crop top with 4 sleeves for your four arms, shorts and a pair of stockings. Desghidorah, wearing his open toe boots, jeans, tank-top and fingerless gloves came up to you and you were about to fight him when suddenly his middle and left heads pulled your upper arms out of their sleeves and gently clamped their jaws around your lists as they lifted you up, not letting go, restraining your upper arms so you couldn’t escape. You were pissed and embarrassed as your lower arms reflexively grabbed at his shoulder and stomach, the three headed dragon was so… muscular, and you were nowhere near that. Desghidorah’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and his three fingered hand gripped your shoulder. His right head looked at you with a smug grin. All three of Desghidorah’s heads were blushing very slightly.

Right Head: heh, look at you… so thin and adorable… he is such a little cutie, ain’t he.

his other heads made a sound of agreement. You tried to pull your upper arms’ wrists out of their mouths, but they wouldn’t let go, smirking slightly at your attempts.

Left head: nuh uh, you are staying with us, pretty boy.