The King of Monsters
Another old story from the vaults! I forgot to upload this back then, so the quality might not be totally up to snuff - but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway. In this tale, two MUTOs hatch from their eggs, and the ever-brave Godzilla intercepts them as they try to find each other. Meanwhile, a human scientist follows the strange display to study it... and perhaps enjoy himself vicariously.
Anonymously commissioned, I think. It was a long time ago!
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Carl looked at the egg, safely contained behind hardened and reinforced glass, ready for more experiments if they were ever needed. It was a massive thing, and its implications even greater, even now, years after the fact. Monarch had found it in the corpse of something gargantuan, which they’d given the codename of Dagon, after Lovecraft’s horrific sea-god. Truthfully, it appeared more reptilian, or perhaps draconic, but the obvious adaptations to aquatic life had inspired the team that had discovered it.
They’d found two eggs in those remains. One, to their terror, had already hatched, nothing left of whatever had been born of it. The other, even bigger – the one Carl was staring at as he thought of these world-changing events – had thankfully been intact. Within it there was some kind of colossal beast, unlike anything the world had ever seen before. Yet it appeared dormant. It hadn’t reacted when the Japanese branch of Monarch had cut it open to examine it, but the wounds left by that vivisection did heal, which meant it wasn’t dead. Merely, Carl mused, in deathlike slumber.
Then, the other creature had revealed itself. It’d burrowed through the earth itself like some kind of twisted mole, directly under the Janjiro power plant. Nuclear power plant, Carl corrected himself. Half the building had collapsed and the subsequent radiation leaks had been like a lesser Chernobyl. They’d had to evacuate not only the plant but all surrounding villages. Yet the creature hadn’t seemed bothered. They’d named that one the “Massive Unidentified Terrestrial Organism”, or MUTO for short. Carl, for his part, usually thought of the acronym as a name. Muto.
Muto had not only not been bothered or damaged by the radiation. It’d latched onto the broken reactor, seemingly basking in the energy it was giving off, forming a kind of cocoon. Evidently, the creature’s plan was to intentionally absorb – or feed upon – as much radiation as it could, which was another new discovery a whole university’s worth of professors could way write their dissertations on. Not only was the creature far larger than any insectoid had even been theorized to be capable of being – and it was an insectoid, having six legs, Carl had always argued – but it fed on something that’d only ever been observed to be deleterious to anything larger than bacteria.
To this day, that one remained in its cocoon, seemingly dormant as well. The cocoon itself was too tough to cut or break open without bombs, and any bomb that exploded in the ruins of a nuclear power plant was sure to contaminate half of Japan. As such, Monarch and the military had both decided to simply observe it, establishing a heavily fortified and weaponized perimeter around the facility.
The intact egg had, eventually, been transported to America. For all its flaws, America had significantly more military power in case it ever did hatch, and even more importantly, far more uninhabited desert wasteland where it’d not be disturbed.
And here they were. Carl, the only scientist designated to watch the egg for any changes, and the egg itself, still and dormant, including the female MUTO it contained.
Far away from them, on that fateful day, the cocoon on the reactor’s core had finally begun to crack. Of course, nobody knew that immediately. It’d been inactive for so long that even the most stalwart of guards had stopped paying attention to the cameras. As such, they weren’t aware of six long, spider-like legs slowly working their way out, the MUTO reborn as something far more devastating than its original form, now clad in black, armoured chitin, with glowing red eye-slits and long, scything limbs that explored its surroundings briefly, cutting through metal walkways as if they were nothing at all. It wasn’t until it roared – a deep, bassy rumble that shattered the windows that remained on the power plant and resonated far enough for neighbouring countries to hear it – that the guards were made aware of its rebirth. And by then, it’d already taken off, beating the wings it’d grown as it matured inside its irradiated cocoon. By the time the guards had the stationary guns pointed at the reaction, it passed over them, both too high and at the wrong angle to shoot down, even if their weapons could pierce its shell.
The call was intended for a mate, but the creature was too far away for that. Instead, something else had heard it, and stirred from its deep slumber in the deep oceans nearby. Though sluggish from sleeping for centuries, it recognized the call as that of a rival, a competitor. A hunter-parasite that’d long fought against its kin.
As the MUTO dove into the ocean and swam towards where it could sense its mate being held, Godzilla, stirred awake from his timeless sleep, arose, and set an immediate course to intercept his prey. The great lizard was both faster and stronger and he intended to cut the challenger down before it could further reproduce. While one was hardly a challenge, two or more had taken down another of the great lizards, and laid their eggs in his corpse.
Unaware of where that had taken place, Godzilla had settled in to dream until the eggs hatched and he could take his revenge. And now, the time was here, predatory instincts propelling him through the deep dark waters. There was series of islands, he knew, that the MUTO would have to pass on its way to its mate. That was where Godzilla would meet it. Meet it, drag it out of the waters, and then strike it down.
Driven by instinct, the two beasts were on an inevitable collision course, and sure enough, meet they did on the island of Honolulu. The MUTO sensed the presence of something, a massive, mutated organism like itself, and crawled onto dry land. Its primitive eyesight, in stark contrast to its overdeveloped strength and cunning only saw a blur as Godzilla moved in for a long-anticipated strike. As he did, something caught his nose. A strong scent of lust and heat from its challenger.
Godzilla’s tail still landed on the closest thing the MUTO had for a chest and threw it backwards, but not with the bone-crushing force the great reptile had intended. He had hesitated in the last moment, the scent confusing his mind enough to distract him.
The insectoid beast landed on its feet, seemingly barely noticing. Instead, it roared again – a chittering, snapping tone overlaying the natural bass rumble – and then took to the air. While smaller than the king of monsters, it was much faster, enough so that the lizard struggled to follow it as it circled above him, looking for an opening. From the front, Godzilla could annihilate it with one bite or breath. From the back – its ribs still ached at the memory of the massive tail’s impact. That much, the MUTO knew. The sides, however, were unprotected, and the lizard was slow to turn. None of it was planned, purely driven by instinct, the same way a wolf pack naturally goes atter the weakest of the herd.
It dove through the warm, humid air, intending to latch onto Godzilla’s throat with its strong jaws, only to be caught by the reptile’s arm and swatted out of the air once again, this time leaving a deep furrow in the sand as it crashed down.
Godzilla shook its head in confusion. The scent was further and further clouding his mind, pheromones burning in his nostrils as it inhaled the unavoidable lusty miasma of the smaller MUTO. All kaiju were born of mutations, and although the humans rarely saw it – busy as they were, trying to survive – they adapted to each other. Typically, this was adapting to their weaknesses, but the MUTOs musk was having a different effect. Between Godzilla’s legs, his maleness was swelling in response to it, despite a lack of instinctive attraction. Worse yet, he was slowly absorbing the scent, his own body reconfiguring to emit it.
Primitive as the MUTO was, it could only take the mirroring of its own pheromone signals as an invitation, its own sleek shaft swelling in response. Clearly, the beast wasn’t rejecting it; rather, he was only waiting for it to prove its worth.
The fact they were both males never crossed its mind. Godzilla smelled willing, after all, and that meant he was receptive.
Equally, the king of monsters was having a harder time keeping the MUTO at bay. He felt weaker, somehow. Needier. As if his body wanted to go limp and offer itself to the small but handsome beast. Trying to clear his mind and quiet down those increasingly overbearing instincts, Godzilla took a deep breath, and at that moment the MUTO slammed into him, bowling him over. Not with raw strength, but rather, it was simple angular momentum that send the much larger male falling face-first into the sand, with the MUTO’s spiderlike legs wrapped tightly around his torso.
In an odd gesture of affection, it nuzzled at his neck, chirping and clicking at an odd frequency that had Godzilla’s body tingling in a way that it never had before. With the MUTO weighing him down, he couldn’t force himself upright, and he was distracted even from those straining attempts only moments later, feeling something warm and stiff snake its way under his tail.
Not an ovipositor, thankfully. Because of how his body reflected the mating-scent of those alien beasts, it thought of him as member of its own species. Simply that needy, wanting limb that all males possessed: a cock, demanding to be allowed into the warm, tight depths of a willing body.
Godzilla swung his tail, but from the precarious angle he was in, and the way the insect had latched onto him, it did nothing but fell some nearby trees, while simultaneously moving his hips just enough to make the MUTO think the reptile was accepting his advances. After all, would an unwilling mate thrust back against its cock?
It tightened its grip around the fallen king and thrust what passed for its hips, driving that heated length deep under Godzilla’s tail, through his clenching pucker and into soft, warm bliss.
They roared in unison, loud enough to startle the inhabitants of the entire chain of islands; one in instinctive, unwanted pleasure, and the other in a triumphant snarl of satisfaction. The MUTO didn’t hold back, and why would it? It desired only to finish rutting and seeding its mate before they were interrupted by something else drawn to their calls. As such, it began to hump immediately, pistoning that thick, throbbing length into Godzilla’s helpless body.
Initially – beyond the pleasurable first stretch – Godzilla felt only discomfort, bucking and thrashing in a futile attempt to throw the mating-crazed insect off of him. Yet soon, by pure chance, that length bumped against some strange spot deep inside him, and a quivering jolt of nearly paralyzing pleasure shot through him. He let out another joyful roar, and with that obvious sign of submission, the MUTO redoubled its efforts of seeding him.
The entire act only took a few minutes, while Godzilla squirmed helplessly, his mind overwhelmed by these bizarre new urges and sensations flooding his body. Soon, the MUTO’s shaft throbbed inside him, followed by the feeling of something hot and slimy erupting into him with great force, filling him with that hot, slightly radioactive gift in thick rope after thick rope. It held itself there for perhaps a minute, ensuring that its mate was thoroughly bred, each twitch causing Godzilla’s own erect shaft to press into the muddy sand beneath. Then, with another series of chittering clicks, it let go, pulling out slowly as a sentient male might, to admire its handiwork.
For another few heartbeats, Godzilla laid there, dazed. He could feel the sloppy mess the other male had made of his backside, sperm slowly oozing out of him. The tingling was subsiding, but the sudden raging firestorm of lust not as much. The heat swirling thickly inside him was intoxicating, seemingly warming his entire body. There was only one conclusion to arrive at, if he wanted more of it, he’d just have to make the MUTO put it inside him. If he didn’t want that pleasurable thrumming to stop, he had to take it.
His initial instincts had told him to destroy his rival. They still did, and the conflict was immediate, but the fact that the MUTO seemed visibly exhausted after offering its tribute to the king of monsters was soothing, seductive. Maybe there was a way he could both feed his newfound enjoyment of being bred and drain his rival dry.
Godzilla stood up. The other, perceiving him perhaps as a willing, appropriately bred mate, didn’t try to run. Instead, it leaned in to press its muzzle against Godzilla’s scaly snout. He did what came naturally.
Then, with a growl, he grasped two of the MUTO’s legs tightly, and forced the smaller male down. The creature chittered and thrashed in protest, cutting down trees and gouging into the sand, though it seemed to calm down – if only briefly – the moment its still-hard shaft brushed up against the cum-soaked underside of Godzilla’s tail. It had more to give, and if its mate wanted more, it could offer that. The musky, aphrodisiac scents were blinding the both of them to just how unnatural their union was. Not only were they different species, but their species were natural enemies.
And yet, even the king of monsters couldn’t resist the sweet, warm sensation of the insect’s mutated shaft slowly pressing against that tender ring of muscle. Nor could the MUTO stop throbbing against him. Despite their obvious differences, that drunken lust clouding their primitive minds made them seem like natural lovers to each other.
There it was. That wonderful pressure that Godzilla had immediately taken a liking to. The slick sensation of a steel-hard cock sliding into him slowly, inch by inch, as his body clutched around its veiny, tapered form. That blissful sensation, once again nudging past that wonderful bump deep inside his body. Though ancient, such sensations were entirely new to Godzilla, and more addictive by the second.
Another growl. His hips moved, clumsily, rocking his massive scaley form from back and forth on the MUTO’s breeding rod, experimenting. In the end, it came naturally. The MUTO’s arms clutched around him again once he found a rhythm, the two mutated beasts groaning and roaring as they mated, Godzilla’s body clenching and squeezing around that shaft, trying to coax it into filling him again. He needed more of that wet heat inside him, and his own cock throbbed eagerly, grinding against the MUTO’s chitinous stomach with each buck of his hips.
There was something so wrong about the situation. He was breeding himself on his enemy’s beautiful, wonderful cock. Desperately working towards being seeded again, and his instincts were in turmoil. The MUTO was helpless beneath him, bucking and twisting, and Godzilla could’ve torn his head off right then and there, but their mating seemed more urgent somehow. More important. Twice so when he felt that member begin to swell inside him, ridges digging into his inner walls in a way that drew a choked roar from the reptile’s lips. He was close too, to something new and amazing, a delicious pressure building up inside him, and he worked towards it tirelessly, reptilian cock bouncing with joy and spitting precum over the mutant’s squirming body.
Just a little longer. He was going to do it. Pump that slick heat into him again. Every neuron in Godzilla’s brain demanded that he make it happen, and so he clenched harder, slamming his hips down against the beast, until he felt its cock jerk inside him. Once, twice, it pulsed, rhythmically. And then the next heavy throb sent another rope of that molten heat erupting into him. Godzilla roared again, sweet relief washing over his mind, and then ecstasy as his own cock repeated what’d just happened as he reached his own climax.
He bucked wildly, thrusting himself down on the MUTO’s spurting shaft, letting its warm seed pool inside him as he came. That climax was intense, overwhelming almost, and in ecstatic spasms he painted the MUTO beneath him with splatters of his precious cum.
More. He wanted more. He was going to ride this thing until it had nothing left to give.
And yet, he wouldn’t get the chance. Dazed as he was, his grip faltered, and the MUTO managed to squirm free, immediately taking flight. Though it seemed just as drunk on pleasure as Godzilla, its flight unsteady and erratic, it managed to reorient itself enough to reach the waterline, into which it dove, disappearing quickly beneath the waves, continuing to follow its original plan after seeding its first, surprising mate.
The orgasm, and the shock of being thrown off, had at least cleared Godzilla’s mind a little. The realization came slowly, but it came. A bittersweet sense of failure dulled by the pleasure still resonating through him. He could’ve ended it, but it’d just smelled so very good. Enough so that even in its spent and sated state, the great reptile’s cock twitched with yearning again.
He'd have to chase the beast before it could reproduce with anything else.
Struggling to his feet, Godzilla set off into the ocean to chase the creature east, to wherever it was going. Likely, to meet a mate that was actually fertile. That couldn’t be allowed to happen. No, not only would Godzilla soon be overwhelmed, if there were more than two of the MUTOs, but there was a possessive, jealous need to his actions. All their seed belonged to him, as was his right, as the king of all monsters.
He dove into the ocean, chasing his rival.
There wasn’t much the humans could do when the second egg hatched. What emerged from it was even more terrifying. Though not capable of flight, the second MUTO was twice, if not three times as big, and once the resonations of the first one’s calls reached it, it hatched almost instantly.
Carl had been watching, of course, as was his job. He’d seen the egg stir, and immediately alerted his superiors, in the middle of the night. Yet it’d been over fifteen years since its discovery, just as with the cocoon, and the response times had grown long. Helplessly, he watched as the creature crawled out. Thankfully, it never realized it was being observed, which allowed Carl to study it.
In all honestly, he’d always been interested in these great beasts, and watching one emerge like this was fascinating. He’d bet some money on this one being female – a potential mate for the first – but then again, that rested on the assumptions that their mutated biology had to follow the understanding of humans. It did not, as the creature’s obvious and plentiful lust showed. That was, perhaps, what Carl focused on the most, despite the grim severity of his task. The creature was born, in human terms, horny as hell, grinding against the lab equipment, splattering the walls preseed in its yearning for mating, for almost long enough that the security teams had time to arrive.
Almost.
When the next call – a mating call, Carl had figured out – resonated through the facility, the creature suddenly grew focused despite the throbbing erection it was sporting until that point. The glow in its eyes intensified, it fixated on a wall, and began to dig. The concrete took it a few shattering, earth-quaking strikes to shatter, but the dirt was like water to it, and before Carl could really comprehend what he’d witnessed, it was gone. Underground. Immediately, he called in this fact, noting that the second MUTO had gone almost directly west.
It was at that time that he received an update on the original. That one had gone east. A quick projection of their last known locations and headings showed that they’d likely meet on the American west coast. San Francisco.
Carl would be there. He had to.
There was nothing remarkable about that day in San Francisco. Not at first. Then, death and destruction arrived in three distinct forms, one after the other. The first was the larger MUTO, with the shortest path to travel, erupting from the ground in the middle of downtown, toppling buildings as it emerged. At the same time, it emitted a pulse that knocked out all electronics. The planes that’d been sent to intercept it crashed like rocks out of the sky, quickly disabling most of the military. Bullets, equally, didn’t seem to bother it, and most weapons that might have relied on guiding systems that were now smouldering remains of molten microchips.
Yet, it did nothing more than create a defensible position – perhaps the beginning of a nest – for itself, awaiting its destined mate.
The second that arrived was, of course, Godzilla. The prolonged mating with the smaller of the two mutants had left him even needier than before, achingly lusty and yet determined. It wasn’t as much a clouding of the senses, as an arousal-dazed plan for defeating his rivals.
He'd drain them of their strength. One way or another. His still-slick ass – the MUTO cum seemed to be stickier than human stuff, resisting being washed off – had its own demands, his painfully erect cock others. Yet what he found here wasn’t the original creature he’d met. No, the scent in the air was different. This one was stronger, more dominant. The smaller had escaped, for now, diverting from its course in the depths of the ocean, or perhaps in the air. Yet it’d arrive soon enough, as it was bound to do. That much was obvious even to an instinctive creature; there were only two of its kind. Sooner or later, they’d seek to mate.
The prospect of mating, of course, had Godzilla’s reptilian shaft dripping with excitement. The larger MUTO wasn’t hard to find; merely a matter of following yet another alluring scent and a trail of destruction. Navigating between the human buildings was harder, as the king of monsters didn’t want to cause any unnecessary destruction. A trampled car or two, a half-shattered building, acceptable casualties, yes, but he existed as a protector, a balancing force.
And as that balancing force, his duty was obvious. Find, and somehow pacify, the lesser mutants.
Carl arrived at San Francisco on the last flight, just landing by the time all flights were cancelled due to the horrific creature emerging in the city, and the last before it disabled all electronics in the vicinity. He had to open the emergency exit to get out of the plane, and with most cars disabled as well, traffic was in utter chaos. Traveling through the crowded city on foot through traffic jams and wrecks was frustrating, but he was driven by two thoughts, both equally powerful. One was to study the creatures, perhaps from a safe distance. The other, to watch them mate. He’d dreamt of seeing it happen as long as he’d been studying their eggs.
A perverted desire that tugged him closer to danger, yes. But he’d already seen the second Muto’s cock. Seeing that plunge into its destined mate was enough to leave his mouth feeling dry with excitement. Luckily, nobody hindered him. The military had already gathered around the creature’s “nest”, and most civilians had either been evacuated or escaped on their own, leaving the city deserted and eerie, feeling like the calm before a storm.
He took refuge in one of the sturdiest and tallest buildings with a view of the larger Muto’s temporary den. And he watched, with rapt attention, as it called, once more, to its mate. What answered that call wasn’t similar at all, which send a shiver of anxious fear down Carl’s spine. The reply was an ancient roar from something else. Immediately, the second Muto assumed a stance that Carl could assume was meant as a defensive one, readying itself for whatever was to come.
It was to his great shock that he saw what was approaching. Godzilla. The beast was of a legendary status, only heard of in ancient tales, and yet as those tales told, the great king of monsters had evidently come to fights its lesser rivals.
What’d never been mentioned in those tales was that Godzilla arrived with an enormous erection, his ridged reptilian – almost dragonlike, as he imagined a dragon’s cock might look – shaft bouncing with each step he took. It was a look any male would recognize, and Carl did so as well. The glassy-eyed hunger, coupled with the way his cock dribbled little droplets of glistening precum, the throaty growls as he approached his quarry.
Carl felt himself grow stiff as he watched. This was a supremely dangerous position he was in. One bad move by the beasts and they’d send his entire building toppling over. Yet all he could do was stare as Godzilla approach, with breathless anticipation for what he was about to do.
This MUTO rivalled Godzilla in size, and it was not pleased to see him. He had somehow passed the smaller one, or it’d taken a detour. This one, then, was what the other had been calling to. As long as they weren’t both here, it wouldn’t be much of a challenge. While the swim across the ocean had initially cooled down the raging lust in Godzilla’s loins, from the moment he’d gotten onto dry land, the enticing scent of the MUTOs had been assaulting his nostrils once again, and by the time he reached this nest, he was already quite erect and ready.
Maybe, his primal mind suggested, all he had to do was present himself, and the mutant would give him what he wanted. A trap of sorts, only one that he could also enjoy. Letting the MUTO rut most of its energy into him, willingly, while he enjoyed the feeling of being mated once again. It wasn’t a strategy worthy of the king of monsters, but then again, who was there to judge him?
There was some measure of shame to it. An errant, half-formed thought of how others of his kind would see him, if they saw him on all fours, offering his tailhole to be used like a female in heat, eagerly milking cocks dry into him. That was exactly what his newfound urges were commanding him to do, clashing against his pride, and yet it seemed like a good solution. A safe way to defeat them. He did, after all, smell just like them, and they didn’t seem to be able to tell the difference. Not to mention that the MUTO expected him to attack. It certainly wasn’t expecting this.
Indeed, as Godzilla turned over, raising his tail, the MUTO froze. The familiar aromatic invitation to a mating was obvious and tugging at its instincts like an iron-wrought chain. It had initially recognized Godzilla as a threat, but as its eyes fell on his cum-soaked backside, still gaping ever so slightly from his previous mounting, it was unwillingly recategorizing him as a potential partner.
In response, its cock swelled, growing outwards from the genital slit as it approached, the manifold limbs twitching with excitement as it grew closer to that strange creature.
Carl was watching. At some point he’d had to undo his pants because of how painful his erection pressing into the fabric was. He couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, but on the other hand, there was no denying it. Godzilla was offering to let the second Muto mate with him. Carl’s hand quickly snuck to his throbbing cock.
He should’ve been taking notes. This was scientific interest, surely worthy of several prizes, not to mention eternalizing his name in the history books. He couldn’t help it, though. All of that felt terribly distant and unimportant. The prospect of watching the kaiju mate, fruitlessly attempting to interbreed, had him so tensed up with arousal that he was afraid he’d burst if he didn’t give himself some relief.
The Muto approached Godzilla slowly and cautiously, as if some spark of its dim consciousness sensed a trap. Carl couldn’t blame it. He doubted he could resist an invitation like that either. Yet it was the pleasured smile on Godzilla’s face that really got to him. It wasn’t just a strategy as he’d theorized at first, the massive reptile clearly wanted it, drawing some kind of pleasure from being mounted by the mutant. Indeed, he growled – loud enough to rattle the windows where Carl was hiding – as the thing’s legs slowly crept up along his body, only to clamp down around his waist as it climbed onto him, already thrusting in short, experimenting prods and pokes, trying to find that warm hole.
When it did, when that tapered cock that could perhaps serve as an ovipositor one day in the future caught on the rim of Godzilla’s well-used hole, it sunk in easily, the smaller Muto’s seed serving as fine lubricant, having stayed sticky and warm inside the reptile’s body even through his swim.
The sight, to Carl, was unimaginably erotic. Even if this was the end of the world – or at least this continent – he’d die a happy man, having rubbed his cock raw watching their display. He imagined himself, as large as them, joining in on the mating, It’d never happen, of course. He’d only ever be an observer. But he could smell them, and the pheromones had the same effect of him. And he could hear them too, that wet squelching as the Muto began to hammer into the groaning lizard mercilessly, pistoning in and out with bestial energy. Just as it would with one of its own kind.
Maybe the other one would arrive. Maybe it’d join in on the mating. God. Carl tried to time his pumping of his own cock to the Muto’s thrusts, bucking his hips into his clenched palm, groaning with perverse pleasure as he stared at the kaiju mating.
The smaller MUTO was outraged, as far as it could be, when it arrived with the best-looking irradiated object it’d found – a massive nuclear warhead, stolen from a military base that was now nothing but smouldering ruins – in his mouth, only to find its future partner already gladly hammering away at Godzilla. That twinge of primitive jealousy didn’t last. Though slighted, there was a certain understanding that formed in its mind. They needed more of Godzilla’s species to breed, after all. Not to directly fertilize, but one day, to lay their eggs in.
With one so eager in their nest, they’d have no trouble with that. First, though, they’d have to show their breeding lizard his place, to break him. Right now, he was choosing to let them rut him.
It was only by pure lucky chance that the warhead didn’t explode when the smaller MUTO dropped it, and Carl cringed and dove for cover the moment he saw it fall. The MUTO wasn’t worried. Instead, it in turn dove for the great reptile, mounting his front just as its larger counterpart was stuffing the back, driving its thickened shaft into Godzilla’s panting mouth in one smooth motion.
Yes, Godzilla’s instincts screamed, as that warm cock forced his jaws to open wide. This is good. Exactly what you wanted.
It wasn’t. It was too much. Something inside him was threatening to snap underneath the weight of pleasure. Too much cock, too much radiant ecstasy, enough that it’d break him, to leave him a drooling mess eager to raise his tail for any of his rivals. But he couldn’t stop suckling, as best as he could, unable to find the strength to bite down or even buck, instead choosing to wallow in submissive bliss as he was used from both ends, cum drooling down his thick, scaled thighs and drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.
This couldn’t continue or he really would lose himself in the depths of what’d seemed like such a good, lusty strategy, but he had to feel it. Had to feel those two cocks throb in unison as they seeded both his throat and his ass. And then he’d watch them mate, doing nothing but pant as he let them finish, and then he’d let them stuff their eggs into him, too, just as his ancestor had before him.
Despite the drive to resist what was happening, he only lost himself deeper in the rhythmic, almost hypnotic slapping of monstrous hips against him, in those exquisite throbs and jerks as they prepared to unload their cargo inside him. There was no real difference from when he had offered himself willingly, not in practical terms, but knowing that he was now being freely used, the creatures simply taking what they wanted instead of being lured into a cunning trap? That searing realization was what threatened to burn away his dominance and leave the king of monsters an eager slave.
He did what any good slave would’ve done, and clenched both his throat and ass, joyfully gurgling around the slick cock in his mouth as it swelled in response to his attentions.
No, no, no. Fuck. As much as Carl wanted to see Godzilla get rutted into absolute oblivion, he was still cognizant enough to realize that the great lizard was their only hope. Yet, what was he to do? The warhead was still there, he saw, the smaller MUTOs nuptial gift left untouched. He’d had some practice with arming and disarming them in the military. Getting that close to the monstrous threesome was almost certainly a death wish, but so was not doing it and watching their destructive saviour get fucked into utter submission.
Carl stuffed his erect cock back into his pants and rushed down the stairs, almost tripping over himself. He’d have to arm the thing, if only to break the sexual trance Godzilla had fallen into, and then he’d have to run faster than hell. It was a low-yield weapon but he knew, from his time in the army, that the explosion would still be massive. Either that, or he had to disassemble it enough to expose the core, but then, he’d have to run even faster.
If it exploded, there was a risk that it might hurt Godzilla. If exposed, the intense radiation of the core might distract him enough to regain the upper hand. Either way, Carl’s prospects at walking away were low. Abysmal.
What choice did he have?
Soon he was out on the street, climbing over rubble towards the orgiastic mutants. They towered above him, their true size becoming more and more apparent as he grew closer. No doubt a Geiger counter would already be counting down his death, if he had one. That wasn’t important. At least they weren’t paying any attention to him. The smaller one was rather distracted by fucking Godzilla’s throat, and the other had him pinned down from behind, mindlessly thrusting under his tail.
That left Carl with an open playing field. He forced himself to look down so as to not get vertigo from the sheer difference in size between himself and the beasts, and tried his best to avoid the pools of sexual fluids gathering on the broken pavement. As much as his kinks told him to roll around in it, he knew reality was much less forgiving than fantasy.
The warhead rocked with each crushing thrust of the massive kaiju before him. Disassemble or blow up? Fuck. He couldn’t risk the explosion. Not in the middle of downtown San Francisco, not even if it’d been evacuated. There was a function to expose the core, somewhere. The control panel flickered weakly, cracked and damaged from the Muto’s handling.
Just get the radiation casing off. Hurry.
Godzilla was in heaven, completely unaware of the human feverishly working to free him from his lusty, entranced state. Every thrust of that shaft into him was pure bliss, every ridge nudging his pucker wide open was another jolt of ecstasy. It was like this was what he was meant for. Not fighting, but being used as a cocksleeve by other kaiju. His growls sounded more like moans, muffled by the slick cock in his mouth. Was it demeaning? Yes, as far as his natural role in things went. He was meant to be on top, dominating the rest, protecting earth from their ravages, but right now, with his mind so hazy with desire, none of that seemed so important. All he wanted was more cock, forever.
That is, until a quiet metallic chunk that he never even heard signalled the bomb’s core opening up. Carl set off, running away as fast as he could, sweat pouring from his brow, before he reached a lethal dose of radiation, and never looked back. He’d know if he succeeded if the world still remained intact in a month or so.
The warm flush of new, pure radiation had an immediate effect on the king of monsters. All of the mutants fed on it, but the two lesser beasts were already sated. He had lain dormant for centuries, and that had left him weak. Now, his body soaked in the warhead’s glowing offering, and the effect was immediate. Strength surged through his muscles; fragments of memories resurfaced like buildings after a flood.
He still felt good, of course. The cocks inside him still felt wonderful. And yet, that sudden boost brought clarity to his mind. A renewed sense of purpose. He was the king of monsters, not some mare for them to breed over and over again.
The MUTOs were helpless from the moment the daze lifted in the glow of radiation. Godzilla reared up, their cocks slipping out of him no matter how hard they tried to hold on, unable to match the great reptile’s strength. No. He would fuck them into submission, where they belonged.
A blast of his nuclear breath sent the larger of his rivals sprawled out in the rubble. A swipe of his tail threw the smaller one off balance, and Godzilla wrestled the dazed beast on top of the bigger one, pinning them both down under his far greater bulk. The earth shook with the force he pinned them down with, and now, now was the time when his neglected, throbbing cock would get to play its part. He pushed it against the smaller MUTO’s tailhole and slammed his hips in, spearing the pitiable insect on his shaft.
He wasn’t going to last long, of course. Not with how long it’d been since he sank into something tight and warm. But this was his rightful place. A triumphant roar erupted from deep within Godzilla’s lungs as he began to establish his dominance, his position over all lesser Kaiju, with thrust after shattering, thumping thrust. They’d worship him at the end of it, they’d bend before him. Another thrust, and the slickness of his precum was already filling the chitinous body beneath him, lubricating it for an easier mating. Another, and he felt his cock surge inside that small, vice-like grip, letting the clenching ring of muscle milk at him.
This was right. He’d fuck the resistance out of them.
It felt glorious. He yanked his cock out of the smaller one’s gaping hole and stuffed it, lubricated only with his own copious precum, into the larger one. This one was easier, almost like a female, its body eagerly swallowing his massive erection. Though big, it was no less tight around him, instinctively squeezing down as tightly as it could. All around them, the pheromonal scents were thick enough to drive those who’d remained in the city into orgies of uninhibited mating as well as the beasts raced towards their climax.
It'd take a while to properly train the mutants to fully attend to his every need. Daily or even hourly fillings until they truly perceived him as their king. All in due time. For now, Godzilla merely needed relief so he could resist falling for the temptation to get filled again, himself. And so he pounded, brutally and mercilessly, his reptilian shaft thickening and growing even harder as he raced towards his climax.
When it came, his claws dug into the MUTO’s hips, and he hilted himself in those mutated depths, growling and grunting as his cock lanced out the first rope of pearly white seed deep into the lesser monster. Then, in a supreme feat of radiation-fuelled willpower, he yanked himself out – one spurt of cum splattering onto the smaller MUTO’s squirming body and snout – and sunk himself into the other’s subservient body, blessing it with the right to be inseminated by Godzilla himself.
It was enough to make the two MUTOs cum as well. Both of them spilled their seed as the king of monsters took turns rutting them, wasting it among the rubble, whereas his potent sperm found a warm and willing home inside them. Their glowing red eyes had dimmed, their roaring subdued to a mere happy chittering, and soon enough they’d even stopped squirming and resisting, simply laying their there in the nest that’d been meant for their young, letting Godzilla fuck his cum into them every time he felt that familiar tingle of arousal begin to grow again. Thanks to the pheromones they were still both oozing with, the next few days were a flurry of mating that left all three mutated beasts exhausted, the two MUTOs visibly swollen and bulging from being so thoroughly filled.
As fate would have it, that wasn’t the end of it. In their frenzied orgy, they’d awoken every slumbering kaiju that remained on earth. Each one would test their mettle against Godzilla, seeking to usurp his throne, and he’d take them up on it, as was his duty. He’d win, too, at least as long as he could resist the gnawing urge to let himself be filled again. Perhaps, in the heat of the moment, he’d let them, too. As long as he was on top in the end. The MUTOs nuzzled at him lovingly, and Godzilla felt his slit expand as he began to grow hard again.