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Warning, dark fic. Mention of past child rape. Future chapters will contain underage sex.
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Godzilla, The Crucible

Ch.8 Restless

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Somehow he managed to feel even shittier than the last time he woke up.

It felt like someone had twisted him up, crushed him into a ball, and then repeatedly thrown him into a cliff face until his outsides looked like his insides. Damn was he sore.

Shifting his weight a little he determined that he was stretched out on his chest with his arms reaching past his head. A typical basking pose. Something heavy was leaning into him. It shifted a bit too and he realized that the female was laying against him, stretched out along his side with her cheek pressed to his shoulder.

Her presence was a comfort, but just how long had he been lying here...? As if to answer his question his stomach gurgled and ached slightly. Oh. Great. It must have been quite awhile for his insides to start filling with air. He needed to walk it out, preferable downwind of the female, but there was no way he could walk and he hoped nothing too embarrassing happened with her so close by.

He tried to humor himself imagining the little cow bursting forth out of a brown cloud at a sprint, coughing, eyes tearing, and cupping her snout, but he was too miserable to find humor in much of anything. Besides, stuff like that they did to each other when they were younger. They were more mature about such things now. He paused at that thought. -Yeah, mature, right...- She would undoubtedly stink him right back if it was within her power and he couldn’t just run away. Suddenly he imagined himself coughing, eyes tearing, and cupping his snout, laying trapped in a brown cloud as the evil brat laughed down at him. The thought was nearly enough to get a full laugh out of him and he actually snorted. She really would do it, too! But the distraction didn’t last long. He still felt like something stepped in and scraped off on hot gravel.

As he became more aware he breathed a little deeper. The air was slow and damp under his snout and his head was in the shade in spite of the hot sun warming his chilled body. Dappled light was reaching his closed eyes. Leaves and fronds. She had taken him to a basking clearing in a green. One of the patches of heavy plant growth they were nurturing.

These places... Greens. Greens had an almost magical ability to calm the mind and body and he took a slow, deep breath of the clean, moist air, all tension leaving as he slowly released it. Even his pain seemed to lessen.

The lake was already surrounded by trees and plants that they suspected somehow weathered the Shattering there on the island, but the island was so big that they hadn’t discovered it hidden among the rocky hills until their fourth season. Everything else had been next to desolate.

They had been nurturing what few plants there were already scattered about the island, spreading their young and collecting more plants from the mainland. It was amazing how much better plants did on the island than on the mainland. Maybe it was the different types of plants somehow helping each other or the cleaner rain or the gentler winds, it could have been any number of things they could come up with, but everything began to grow so much faster and stronger. Greens sprung up and filled out. The air was cooler and moist, the wind tamed, they had shade. The few mother trees already present even looked healthier, their young thriving. They continued to spread plants to help them along, but the greens were spreading on their own now. Little by little their home was being slowly transformed from a barren expanse of rock and dry dirt into a lush haven.
Eventually the island would be covered in mother trees, but the massive, tall ferns grew so slowly that they couldn’t possibly live to see it.
His stomach grumbled again and the pressure from laying on his belly suddenly turned painful. Slowly rolling onto his back he could feel his stubby little spikes digging into the moist soil, wincing at a sharp pinch in his side and he looked to see what it was. A leaf. She had bled one of the tall mother trees to make dirt paste to cover an open wound. The leaf kept it from rubbing off too fast. They only did that when they needed to stop the bleeding. He found more leaves. But how had he been wounded? He still couldn’t remember. Was it his fault or had he been targeted? He’d come crawling home far too many times after attacking something he had stupidly convinced himself was too old or sick to fight back. His tail would get handed to him, but did he learn? There was no point in deigning it. He was an adolescence bull. By definition a clash-hungry, knuckle-brained spitfire who just couldn’t stop pitting himself against over-sized prey.

Simply put, his dick did the thinking.

-One of these cycles you’re going to get us killed,- he thought, mildly humored that he was actually beginning to think of his dick as another person. But the way it kept taking charge, literally sending him teeth first into the stupidest, most one-sided clashes, he sometimes wondered if it had a death wish.

His mouth twitched as he realized what he’d just thought. His dick having a “death wish”. There was enough sexual tension between him and that pretty little cow to light up a thunderstorm. Honestly he couldn’t tell which of them was hungrier. The looks, how she sometimes moved or positioned herself when he was looking or touched him... A couple of times she had literally sneaked up and pounced on him. They had gotten as far as mounting. Many times. But she always pinned and groped him and his stupid memories always surfaced and gave him panic attacks. Suddenly thinking that he was being fondled by some bloated elder was a pretty effective mood killer.

He shuttered. That was just about the last thing he wanted to think about, so he looked back at the leaves and thought back to the hunt.

Resting back his head he closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath, releasing it slowly, allowing the green to work its magic. All he could remember was bringing in that huge shark. The sun was getting just low enough to make him nervous so he was swimming a bit frantically. Then he... dropped it? That was new. Something tasted bad, then there was darkness. A bad taste? He looked back down at the leaves.

Gingerly he pulled up the edge of one, his eyes widening and his hand shaking at the sight of the kraken’s bite. Kraken poison. He’d bitten a kraken. He’d survived clashing with a kraken. Even he wasn’t stupid enough to antagonize a kraken. It was a terrifying thought and he twisted his tail and rolled his hips a bit, but it didn’t feel like anything had happened down there and his racing heart slowed. He must have escaped or fought it off before it could do anything to his vent. Or did it simply let him go? Sometimes they just toyed with their prey for awhile and then let it go. It explained how his gills had been ripped up without tearing off the covers. So he was tortured and released? It was very possible.

Maybe this wasn’t his fault after all.

And kraken poison caused memory loss. Among several other little un-pleasantries, his gurgling stomach reminded him. Their first moon they had tried to eat a washed up corpse and they both got horribly sick. They spat it out the moment they tasted it, but the female nearly died. Before that they hadn’t know what a kraken looked like, but they had seen kraken victims at the colony suffering the same symptoms. Dizziness, confusion, blurred vision, severe joint and muscle pain, and it stuck to your tongue and turned it black and made everything taste bad for cycles... The list went on, but the killer was how it weakened the heart. It explained why his heart stopped. The effects could linger for awhile, he would have to go easy.

Great, now he was even more depressed... He didn’t want to think about this shit. Glancing over at his would-be mate and he sighed in mild frustration. Shook up by the constant flood of bad memories he felt an overwhelming need to feel her warmth, but she looked so peaceful. He wasn’t going to disturb her just so they could cuddle and rolling back over against her might wake her up. She went through a lot the other dark and he wanted her to just keep resting.

Needing something to physically do to stop his head from racing around he tried to see if he could sit up, just to test his limits. But his vision flashed red and he gingerly settled onto his back knowing that he had stupidly done some damage or at least set himself back. It had felt like he was being ripped apart, like every joint in his body was shrieking “NO!” and he faintly chirped and whimpered through clenched teeth. -Damn.- He hoped she didn’t hear that! A hand settled on his chest. -Shit!- He didn’t know he was crying from the pain until she was brushing the tears from his face.

Nervously opening his eyes he found her staring back. He almost wished that he hadn’t looked. Wide, fearful, watery eyes met his.

-Shit, she heard, she’s going to s/mother!-

Then his stomach gurgled again. Loudly. His face burned with shame as he tried to hold back, but a high-pitched, long, wilting little whistle emanated from under his tail and her expression twisted up at the bizarre sound as he deflated. It just didn’t seem to want to end, growing louder and deeper by the second as some of the pain diminished. Maybe trying to sit was a good thing, just not next to her! Finally it eventually petered out. They just stared at each other for a moment. Then, embarrassed out of his mind, he flashed her a bright, broad, over the top smile.

Instead of barking at him in disgust she snorted, stared, then broke up squeaking and gasping so hard she couldn’t breathe, leaning on him for support. He tried not to laugh, laughing hurt, but the sight of her fighting for breath with tears rolling down her face as she slid down his side was too much for him and he fell apart with her. Tensions had been so high and he just couldn’t stop no matter how much it hurt and another little chirp squeaked out. But then she ran her hand up his chest. Softly. Sensually. It shut him up almost instantly and he couldn’t have been more grateful. She really knew how to get his attention.

The residual giggles were still bouncing them both as they panted for breath and she leaned over him until their snouts were almost touching.

She gave it a little lick, both grinning, the tip of her tongue still sticking out in invitation. -So you want to play.- Tipping his head he parted his jaws and she copied the action in the opposite direction, sliding her tongue against his as they cautiously interlocked their teeth. They held each other close, raking claws over scales as they twisted and rubbed their tongues together. Faster, harder, deeper, it wasn’t enough.

“Throat fucking” he called it and it always left him hot and hard under the shield scales, almost painfully so. Like so many things it was discovered while innocently playing. They were wrestling and found out sliding tongues felt good when it turned silly and they started licking each other faces. Thinking of how the uptight adults would probably shriek over it just made it feel even better.

Then a hint of blood brought an end to their activities. Carefully they untangled. She’d nicked his gums. Not that he cared, but it was a limit they imposed on each other to prevent infections. If blood was drawn they stopped, no matter how little. Slowly they untangled their jaws, both mournful of the loss, tongues sliding as they pulled away.

They both knew that he wasn’t in any shape to try anything more strenuous. Besides, this was too nice a moment to ruin with a panic attack. So she settled down half on top of him, tangling their legs and resting her head on his shoulder as she pet and rubbed his chest soothingly. If she kept that up she was going to put him to sleep, no doubt part of her master plan.

He was still embarrassed as fuck and felt like complete shit. More so after trying to sit and all that stupid laughing and he wondered how badly he just hurt himself. But as least she wasn’t s/mothering him.

He felt tired too. He did too much too soon. Sleep would help. But now that she was there and warm and laying against him he didn’t really want to sleep. It felt nice. Taking a deep breath he unleashed along, loud, jaw-cracking yawn and she giggled, nuzzling his neck. Softly she ran her hand down his face from brow to snout, closing his eyes, then tucked her muzzle under his jaw and went back to petting his chest. -Sleep.-

Mercifully it wasn’t long before he lost consciousness.

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It was such a relief to watch him drift off and she listened to his breathing even out and slow. Seeing him mindlessly stumbling in the surf and drooling black and bleeding from a dozen places had been terrifying. But it was nothing compared to when his heart had stopped. For three cycles she had fought to keep him alive. She had tried to keep him calm, but he was out of his mind and didn’t know what was happening. And the nightmares... He was even panicking in his sleep. She hoped he wouldn’t notice the bruises she received trying to hold down.

Her eyes teared up and her lips trembled as she slid across him so she could rest her ear over his heart, careful not to wake him. She needed to hear it.

Lately she’d been so mean and giving him such a hard time over the stupid dam and stupid hunting and, just, everything felt so stupid now! He was just scared. For Her! Why couldn’t she have just met him halfway? Together they were safer and they worked well as a team, catching more and larger prey than either ever could alone.

And maybe if she was there with him he wouldn’t be laying here now. He loved to blame himself. Thrived on guilt. But maybe this was her fault.

That chirp that woke her up. It had spooked her real bad. She’d thought he was having another nightmare and was going to start thrashing.

He’d gestured once that when he chirped she didn’t mother, she smothered. She hated to admit it, but it was true. From then on they referred to the way she overreacted to his chirps as s/mothering.

A sad little smile curled her lips as she thought of how they’d both simply forgotten everything for a moment and just laughed. They hadn't been laughing very much lately. It felt so good to let go. The smile turned briefly feral and she snorted as her eyes narrowed. Yeah, let go. He certainly let go alright. There was no way that she was going to let him forget that. She’d get him back some cycle when he least expected it.

But then he laughed so hard he chirped. If throat fucking, as he liked to so crudely gesture it, was what it took to shut him up then so be it. She had to do something to stop the idiot from hurting himself. What a wonderful world it would be if all of their problems could be solved with tongue sliding! With a grin she decided that she’d have to remember to tell him that one later. But they got carried away and he couldn’t exert himself like that. His heart stopped just last dark. When she snapped out of it she’d panicked and drawing blood was the only thing she could think of to make him stop immediately and willingly.

At least now he was resting.

She couldn’t sleep, but it felt nice to lay against him and just bask as she listened to his heart.
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