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"Down on the Bayou"

It was hot, it was humid, it was not the type of environment for Victor Creed to be dwelling in, but rumors had been circulating of an alleged mutant wandering around the vicinity of New Orleans was enough to attract the mutant to this hotspot in order to investigate.

The sound of the boat's massive fan behind him, pushing the vessel along had been interrupting his thoughts and causing the blond fuzz on top of his head to flutter backwards toward the pulling force behind him. With a growl, he turned his eyes and only his eyes toward the tour guide; a black man in his thirties, who owned the company from which he rented the ship. He was larger than Sabretooth figured on, having a round belly and lower-than-average muscle mass. "How much longer until we're there?" He asked.

"Sorry?" The man answered, looking up from the steering.

Creed growled again. "I said, how long?"

"Oh, the tour is about fifteen minutes. Are you enjoying yourself, mister werewolf?"

"I'm not a werewolf." Victor replied. "But if you don't get this hunk of scrap moving I am gonna throw you to the gators."

The man's eyes widened in terror for a moment, his mouth hung open in shock as he nodded. "Y-yessir, sorry sir!"

"How long until we get to the area where this monster was reported?"

As if there weren't enough expressions, the man's face almost paled at the mention on the monster. "Y-you're going af-after that thing? Do you have a death wish?"

Creed grinned, exposing his razor sharp teeth to the driver. "Maybe I do." He said.

The man swallowed hard and said nothing for a time as the boat buzzed along the waters of the bayou, leaving a wake of green algae behind them as they made their way into the hot, sweaty jungle that made the south so memorable. After a while, Creed pulled out the toothpick he'd been minding and flicked it off into the waters. "So, you don't got an accent. What's the deal with that?"

"M-me sir?" He responded nervously. "Well, my family isn't Cajun if that's what you're referring to. I only moved here a few years ago."

"From where?"

"Chicago." He responded. "My wife wanted to settle here and I'm not much to argue with her."

"Your wife, huh? Got any kids?"

"Expecting our first." He answered.

"Issat so? Well consider yourself lucky."

"Why is that, sir?"

Victor smirked, his grin warily unsure of whether his intentions were serious or not. "Cause if that's the case, I ain't gonna use you as bait for this thing."

Much to his enjoyment, Victor felt the boat suddenly moving along much faster as the man opened up the full throttle on the fan that blew them down the winding river. He sat back and let the air strike his face, but it did little to cool his persistent sweating, even his clothing felt heavy with dampness; this was far from the arctic weather he was used to, and much brighter. He slipped on a pair of sunglasses to try and lower the glare and after fifteen minutes, he noticed the trees and brush around them beginning to grow thicker as the boat came to a slow halt. "This was where the most recent reports came in at, I'm not going no further though."

Sabretooth jutted his nose out and sniffed; a putrid smell of swamp water and mildew penetrated his senses and made him draw back his powers somewhat as he gagged on the overpowering scent. "There are reasons I don't hang out in a place like this normally." He snarled to himself. He glanced at the human. "Stay here a couple hours and I'll double your rate." He said as he hopped over the side and landed in the murky water.

They were close enough to the shoreline that Victor's feet touched the ground, leaving the river at about chest height for him. He waded through, gradually stepping into shallower and shallower water until he was finally standing on somewhat dry land. With a shake to remove the excess moisture he glanced back at the man and then took off into the woods.

"I just don't see why you had to leave New York. I mean from our records, it doesn't even look like you came from Louisiana." Donatello's voice was masked heavily in static over the old-style CB radio that was set up.

Lying on a large blue and white striped hammock, Leatherhead was resting his eyes in comfort under the cool breeze of a fan a few feet above his head. He was dressed in nothing more than a pair of blue pants with tattered cuffs that stopped just above his knees. He took a deep breath and brought the receiver to his face. "I just needed a break Donny." He replied. "Ain't nothin a gator likes more than some time off."

"Yeah, but you're not exactly going to fit in wearing a trenchcoat and sunglasses."

"Why not? You guys do it all the time." There was a pause before the gator sighed. "Look I just needed a vacation." He explained. "You turtles have ninja and zen and all that crap, me? I got a rage that goes unchecked long enough I tend to go ballistic."

"I understand that, but couldn't you have brought one of us along?"

Leatherhead smirked. "I promise, next time I get an itch to scratch, you'll be the first one I call."

"Alright L.H." Donatello's voice crackled back. "You just be safe out there. Okay?"

"I'll be back after the Mardis Gras celebration, alright?" Leatherhead answered. "You don't gotta worry about me, I've always wanted to check out these parties anyway."

"Roger." Donatello responded. "See you in a few days then. Let us know if you need anything."

"I will, Donny. L.H. out."

Leatherhead hung the receiver back up onto the radio and gave a long drawn sigh as he rested his head back; he'd found an old leather hat when he stepped into the place and it fit the crown of his head rather nicely, he closed his eyes and pulled it down over them as he placed his hands on his large chest and started to drift off to sleep.

*CLUNK*

The sound alerted Leatherhead upright with so much motion that the hammock swivelled out from under him and sent him crashing to the floor "AUGH! OOMPH!" He grunted as he hit the ground. "The hell was that?" He asked himself as he got up and brushed himself off.

Evening had fallen already, he must have really been conked out for the day to have dispersed into night so quickly; a bright orange light was already filtering in through the windows. Unnerved by the sound he'd heard, the gator made his way to the window and glanced out at it. He looked over the vast swamplands that surrounded the cabin and didn't see much out of place, the glow of the setting sun sending reflections of trees across the water, but it didn't even look like the water had been disturbed. Sticking his nose out he sniffed the air; still smelling the swamp's atmosphere, he stepped back, confused to where the sound had come from.

Suddenly, the sound of something moving alerted Leatherhead's attention to the door and before he could react a beastial man exploded through the wooden door. The gator reacted quickly as the man tackled him and both flew hard through the back wall, creating another hole in the cabin as they crashed into the ground and rolled down the hill. L.H. grappled the stranger's arms and slapped his tail into the ground under them to roll them so that he would land on top, but the man twisted his weight and a spin ended up sending the two of them rolling down and splashing into the water of the bayou. Immediately the gator's instincts kicked in and he kicked his legs and tail to elude the man's grasp, using his extension to give his attacker a good slap to the head as he swam. In the water, his body acted like a torpedo, flying through the environment like he was born to it. Eventually he felt the bottom under his hands and feet and emerged from the water on all fours. He stood and made his way onto land, looking back at the cabin in the distance with a new fresh hole now in its side.

"Aw crap. I hope that doesn't come out of my security deposit." He lamented before a movement caught his eye. He looked at the man who glared at him like an animal. His hair was wet and droopy, his eyes almost glowing white against the setting sun backdrop behind him. His talons clicked impatiently at his side as he lumbered toward the gator. "Hey now." He said, noticing the sharp fangs in the man's mouth. "I thought cats hated the water."

"I'm not a cat." Sabretooth said. "And you're coming with me."

"The fuck kind of mutant are you then?" Leatherhead said confused. "You ain't part animal?"

"No. I'm the normal kind of mutant, not the result of forced-genetic mutation." He said. "Name's Victor Creed."

"Victor Creed. I know that name, don't you go by the name ahh... Cubbytooth?" He said with a smirk.

"Sabretooth." Creed answered with a scowl. "I'm here to bring you in."

"Ahh... I don't think so."

With that, Leatherhead turned and wrapped his massive claws around a nearby tree, with a fierce growl he managed to rip the trunk out of the ground part way before the rest of the tree's base snapped and he was able to swing it toward Sabretooth. The mutant ducked under the first swing, but the tree managed to slam into him the second time around, knocking him flat to the ground. Slamming the tree down on Victor's back, Leatherhead saluted the mutant with a pair of large clawed fingers. "Time for me to get out of here, see ya later Sabre." He said as he dove into the water and swam off.

With a growl, Sabretooth dug his claws into the soft earth under him and he began to push his body up; the weight of the tree on him rolling back as his growl reached a crescendo and into a full on roar as he returned upright enough to turn over and punch the tree trunk in half, freeing him completely.

Leatherhead had forgotten how natural it felt for him to swim a good distance, he'd been under the water a good fifteen minutes before surfacing long enough to take a breath and take a look around. He wasn't sure how far into the swamps he had gotten, but so long as he was away from that mutant, he figured he would get back up on dry land. As Leatherhead lumbered onto the shore he took a look around; there was a soft glow off in the distance, from the flicker, he assumed it to be a campfire. Soaked and almost naked, he didn't want to just walk in on humans camping out here, but he had little choice. Besides, who in their right minds would be camping out in the middle of a gator-infested swamp anyway?

As he approached the fire, he could feel its warmth growing. Peering through the line of trees, he could see the fire but no one was here. He settled himself down in front of the fire to dry off, rubbing his claws and placing them near the flames. He looked around; where could these campers have gone? It wouldn't have been far without a flashlight but he didn't see any sources of light outside the immediate area. Then, the realization dawned on him: "Aw shi--"

Before he could say anything, Leatherhead felt a pair of massive arms suddenly grab him from behind and yank him to his feet. Sabretooth was incredibly strong as his claws dug deep into the gator's toughened hide. Leatherhead grunted and reached back behind him, but he couldn't quite get a hold of the mutant.

"Now, you're gonna come with me or are we going to have to do this the hard way?"

Leatherhead snorted in amusement. "Guess we're gonna have to do it the hard way." He responded before wriggling his massive, still-wet body to slide himself loose of the beast's grasp as soon as he freed himself, Leatherhead spun quickly and used his tail to send the other man clear across the camp and into a nearby tree. Briefly, Sabretooth collapsed to the ground, but quickly rose, wiping a drop of blood from his lip as he turned to face the gator again.

"That all you got, bayou boy?" He taunted.

"Heh. This is gonna be fun!"

The two men charged at each other now, full boar; each intending to cut the other one down in a great show of force. The impact was so powerful that the campfire nearby flickered slightly, Leatherhead drew back his arm and backhanded Sabretooth across the face, Sabretooth drove his fist full force into the gator's face, immediately realizing his mistake as he shook his hand to brush off the pain of punching a gator in the mouth. Their exchanges lasted a few more blows before Leatherhead went to swing his tail at Sabretooth's head again, this time though, Creed caught the appendage and took hold of it. Using his brute strength, he managed to pull Leatherhead off his feet and swing him hard until he struck a tree. The gator's sheer size cut him right through the tree and he went rolling across the ground. Looking up, he saw Sabretooth running toward him and offered up a solid punch straight into the man's ribs. He heard bones crack but Sabretooth quickly followed it up with a forceful kick up in between the other man's legs.

Leatherhead chortled. "You fail biology or somethin? Gator dicks are on the inside." He said before landing a solid punch to Creed's groin, making him double over. "Your dick's the one out in the open."

Recovering quickly, Sabretooth wrapped his arm around Leatherhead's neck and with one swift move, sent him flipping over his shoulder and onto the ground. "Yeah, but I recover quickly." He said as he punched the gator again directly in the head before swiping his claws across Leatherhead's torso, slashing at it and making him yelp in pain.

"Well so do I." Leatherhead responded with a snarl as he caught Creed's following punch and squeezed until he felt the hand break.

Victor howled in pain as his hand quickly began to repair itself and Leatherhead recovered, tackling the man again, sending both of them into the nearby tree. The gator swung a massive fist, but Sabretooth dodged the punch, forcing Leatherhead to punch down the tree as he grabbed the beast by the head and rolled him over so that the gator was under him. He punched Leatherhead twice across the face with each fist and the gator brought up his massive arms to block the following blows. Both men were breathing heavily, Sabretooth with his outfit torn, his large chest almost completely exposed looming over the bruised Leatherhead whose body was just as quickly healing itself from its own wounds. The mutant had shoved his entire weight onto Leatherhead's stomach and was now at a standstill. Their breathing being the only sound heard above distant crickets.

"G-get off me you big pervert!" Leatherhead growled.

"Wh--" Sabretooth blinked through beads of sweat pouring down his forehead before realizing that he was hard as a rock, his cock pressing hard against his skin-tight outfit as it rested across the gator's torso. "Fuck off, this don't mean anything." He said.

It was then he noticed that during the fight, the gator's shorts had been almost completely torn off and his own member had pushed free of its internal slit, the tip of it pressed against the mutant's taint, which had caught him off guard. "Now who's the perv?" He asked, finally pulling his arms free and punching the gator again.

"AUGH!" Leatherhead was thrown off guard from the punch and responded with a fierce backhand to Sabretooth's face, knocking him free. "I am gonna KILL you!" He roared as he got back to his feet.

The two charged at each other again; this time, Leatherhead slashed his tail at the mutant. Sabretooth swept his foot to one side and jumped, avoiding the tail as he dragged his claws along the gator's hip, in response though Leatherhead's own vicious claws snagged Sabretooth's cloth and with the forceful momentum, it shredded completely free of his body, sending the mutant falling to the ground completely naked. He rolled and jumped back to his feet snarling while his slash had nicked the remainder of Leatherhead's shorts and they dropped to the ground in pieces. Both men were fully erect and trying desperately not to notice as they stood in ready poses looming upon one another.

"Well would you look at that." Sabretooth said between his teeth. "What've we gotten ourselves into?"

"Your dick doesn't look too badly damaged from earlier." Leatherhead quipped. "Unless its swollen."

Both men roared at each other and charged toward one another; their bodies collided again with so much force that they nearly bounced off one another. Instead, Leatherhead's arm wrapped around Sabretooth's neck and Sabretooth's own massive arms grabbed the gator around the waist, sending Leatherhead backwards and again they were on the ground punching one another viciously until once again they were exhausted. Leatherhead this time tried to make a punching maneuver with both of his claws, but Creed grabbed him by both wrists and wrestled his arms to the ground just over his head.

"Just---fucking get it over with--" Leatherhead panted. "Tired of ha-having your balls all over me."

"Oh really?" Sabretooth answered with a curious raising of his eyebrows. "Then you wouldn't like me to do this, right?" He shifted his body downward until he was straddling the gator's crotch, his cock dripping over the scaled flesh under him as he ran their flesh together. There was the distinct odor of sex and musk in the air; Sabretooth could smell it as Leatherhead shuddered at their touch.

"Careful; you might be a mutant, but you're still human. I'm all gator and I will bite your head off!"

"I'd like to see you try anything with your claws tied together." The mutant replied.

"Wh--" Leatherhead felt a resistance on his arms now, he looked up to see that a pair of shackles had been latched onto each of his wrists. "HOW? Where'd you get those?"

Sabretooth pointed at the discarded scraps of clothing. "Had 'em with me the whole time." He admitted. "Now, let's see how you can take this..."

Sabretooth lined his cock up against the reptile's and growled as the foreskin unfolded around his erect member. Sabretooth was definitely on the small end when compared to the monster that the gator had below the belt, but it was definitely as thick as that slick flesh and as he gripped the two together, he could feel the beast's heartbeat through the veins on it. He moaned and growled a bit as he began to work his fingers along the lengths as he glided his own cock against it, his precum drooling out and providing plenty of lubrication to work them together. "Watch it human..." Leatherhead growled now, sounding very menacing.

"Watch who you're calling a human." Creed snapped back. "A lot of us are just animals."

Sabretooth continued to loom over the reptile, dominating him as he rubbed their cocks together; streams of precum began to drip out over the gator's thick, muscled torso as his cock bobbed and twitched in the mutant's grasp. Sabretooth's own member throbbed in response, and he was loosening his grip as the two cocks together grew harder, his hand now soaking in the mixture of their semen as he continued to tease the gator, rocking into him and rolling Leatherhead back again and again. As the mutant began to get into the rocking, he gripped their cocks and pulled them upward between them so they lined almost perfectly perpendicular to their bodies and began to stroke both cocks as he bucked and slid them together like he was starting a fire. It was then he noticed something writhing at his own backside. Sabretooth looked behind him to see the massive leathery tail as it slapped down on his ass, making him yelp in surprise. He snarled at Leatherhead who gave a coy grin right back.

"You don't back off boy, I'm gonna have to turn another kinda cheek." He responded.

"Tch. You wouldn't dare." Sabretooth scoffed, then his breath fell short as he felt the tip of the gator tail press against his ring.

"Wouldn't I?"

Before the mutant could respond, he felt a sharp pain as the scaly tail seemed to gain a life of its own as it pressed its way past his ring and into his ass. "AAHH! FUCK!" He screamed in pain as the gator chuckled.

"You ain't gonna get off like this." Leatherhead snorted. "Just give it up."

"Fuck you I won't..." Creed gripped the shafts even harder, making Leatherhead wince in pain as he rubbed their cocks together with even more vigor than before. "GRAAHHH!" He shouted again as the tail forced its way in even deeper; the ridges of his scaled tail now rubbing against his muscle. Despite the pain, he still felt his flesh burning from the pleasure as it drooled over their shafts, soaking his hand and Leatherhead's stomach.

Sabretooth grunted and lowered his head as he continued, pushing his ass outward as Leatherhead's tail pushed in, but somehow despite the subtle but blatant size increase that the tail grew in width, he seemed to manage it well. It was reaching him in ways he never imagined and he bit his lower lip to keep from cumming first. This had turned from a brawl of strength to a trial of will. He brought his head back and let out a bit of a howl, still drilling himself hard against the gator's shaft, the feeling of drool or blood dripped down his chin and caught itself in the tufts of hair on his face and he glared down at the gator.

"AUGHHH!" Leatherhead bellowed as his entire body shook and a massive fountain of white shot clear from his cock and began to coat his chest and stomach in his seed.

"Yeeesss..." Creed hissed in delight. "Fuckin' cum for me, I got you f-first!" His his turned into a growl as he tightened up, the tail in his ass rammed in hard and suddenly pushed him over the edge too. "FUUUUUUUCK!" He howled now, his voice echoing through the night and silencing every cricket in the area as his own cum began to shoot in thick, hard arches straight into the gator's face, who cackled in delight at the shower. Soon the spunk began to settle and Creed's muscles began to relax as he breathed heavily. "Ahh... hahh...." He panted. "Fuckin' got you, reptile..." He said between his breaths.

"Did ya?"

Sabretooth looked at the grinning gator just as he pulled his arms apart, easily snapping the shackles off his wrists. Leatherhead's massive claw grabbed Sabretooth around the neck and shoved him back as the gator tail fell from his ass. How did he not notice that the mutant beast hadn't gone soft? His massive erection still loomed over his stomach. "Hhngh?" He grunted in confusion as Leatherhead stood up, standing at a massive size even in comparison to the mutant man, a dark tongue flicked across Leatherhead's teeth before he slammed Sabretooth chest first into a tree the warm thick cock pressing hard into his ass.

"Don't fuck ya chickens before they're hatched." Leatherhead rumbled as he prodded the tip of his flesh against Sabretooth's hairy, muscled ass.

It was lucky his cock was coated in their mixed cum and that Sabretooth had already been worked up, because Leatherhead did not hold back and shoved his cock in real deep. Sabretooth howled again and his feet slipped off the ground as the gator hoisted his lower half up and plunged himself in deeper. "I don't have any exposed balls, but this is what--they mean by--balls deep, right?"

"AHHH! AHHH Fuck!" Sabretooth yowled as he grabbed the tree, his scratch marks leaving deep gouges in the trunk as Leatherhead pulled him back and thrust inward again and again. "Lemme go! Ahhh!"

Leatherhead smirked at the writhing muscular back under his line of sight. "Fuck you I will." He mocked the earlier comment from the mutant as his claw scratched down the center of Sabretooth's back, leaving deep red marks that almost instantly healed as the mutant's already healing ass was tightening around his cock. He moaned. "Awww yeah this is gonna be good..." He huffed and panted as he plunged even deeper until his hips were slapping against the other mutant's ass. He wrapped his claws around Creed's waist and sped up, his tail slamming down on either side of him like a loud, thundering whip.

On the other side, Sabretooth was holding on for dear life, his entire body flexing and tightening around the invading cock as it filled his stomach with its precum, he could already feel the wet feeling of precum draining down his legs and dripping onto the ground under him. His own cock had sprung back to life through this, but he couldn't do much about it. His claws were still dragging along the tree trunk as Leatherhead turned him downward and started plowing into him like a jackhammer. Each thrust felt like a vibration through his body and made him almost black out from the surprising amount of enthusiasm Leatherhead was putting into this. Soon he heard a low growl, he looked behind and saw the gator's maw hanging open, his eyes closed and then suddenly a deep barking roar emitted from his throat.

Then came the flood; it started off as a strange, warm sensation in his stomach, and suddenly it grew. Spurts of hot cum began to explode out from between the two of them as Leatherhead's claws dug hard and deep into Sabretooth's flesh, threatening to tear him apart from the sheer force of the climax. It took several minutes and a waterfall of cum before the gator was finally relaxed enough to pull his cock out of the man. Both immediately collapsed by the fire, breathing heavily and still covered in cuts and bruises that were slowly healing between the two of them as they looked at each other.

"Let---Let's never speak of this..." Sabretooth said after a while, still catching his breath.

"I'll be headed back to New York tomorrow..." Leatherhead admitted. "I think that was the vacation I was lookin' for..."

"You're on vacation here?" Sabretooth asked. "In this stinking hellhole?" Leatherhead shrugged and chuckled. "Next time just come to upstate New York... we'll have to hang out more..." He added with a smirk.

As the two looked off, they both realized that the sun was already coming back up; had they really been at this all night?

THE END