Patron Reward: Godzilla and Mothra's Prom Night

A patron reward for a high-donor, but honestly something just really fun to mess around with. A ship has been going around for a long time now (but mostly recently with the new movie) for humanized Godzilla and Mothra being a couple. I’ve seen a few incarnations but some famous character designer on Twitter drew Godzilla as a big burly biker boy while Mothra was a classy albino Asian in a kimono/dress. I’ve also seen Godzilla as a yankee Japanese schoolgirl and a samurai and all kinds of shit, but this one’s real cute. I was asked for emphasis on size difference, textures and contrasting appearance on this one, and think I landed that nicely while adding a little strange sweetness to it.

Anyone could tell you that Godzilla and Mothra were a peculiar match. The pale and elegant girl and the tan-skinned biker clashed in appearances alone when they walked past each other in the halls of Kaiju County High School. He was tall and stocky while she was thin and sharply dressed. It was why seeing them walking and talking together as a happy couple was such a jarring sight. It took people a while to get used to the guy that had gotten in over a dozen fights (that people knew about) in high school alone was with the smart and sweet Asian girl that some people had called the “queen” of the school. The two of them together, with their combined charms and brute force, were the king and queen of the monsters.

They had been dating for more than a year, so it was only natural that they ended up going to prom together. Godzilla stood out as he wore his formal shirt and slacks. He still insisted on wearing his studded leather jacket over it instead of a proper suit. Mothra had giggled when he arrived at her door, the tall and tan biker boy trying not to blush. Mothra was dressed sharper than ever in her broad dress that trailed behind her. The rainbow of colors on the fabric made her pale skin stand out even more. Godzilla muttered a few compliments, but his small smiles made Mothra grin even wider. He was always brash and outspoken, so seeing him show a shyer side around her was one of those moments she treasured about being with him.

Mothra pulled up her long skirts to mount the back of his motorcycle, clinging to his broad chest as she nestled up close to him. She had to hold on tight because Godzilla was never one to take his time. They shot off down the streets with the hems Mothra’s colorful dress trailing behind them. She cackled and squealed with glee whenever Godzilla made an especially daring turn or revved the engine, sending a tingle up her hips and through her spine. It made Mothra hang onto him even tighter, which just made Godzilla go after them as often as he could before they reached the school parking lot.

They quietly enjoyed the dance. Mothra did most of the talking as they mingled, but the slender socialite was always hanging off Godzilla’s brawny arm. He would nod to Rodan or Gamera as they wandered by with their own dates but he wasn’t much of a talker. He was glad to keep mothra around as his personal satellite. 

She got him to go through a few dances, and they even lasted a couple hours before Godzilla got into a fight. The Ghidorah siblings seemed incapable of knowing when to stop pushing his buttons, and it was to a point where once the fight was broken up they didn’t bother getting anyone into trouble. Mothra encouraged them to get some air, slipping out one of the back doors of the gymnasium. They settled down behind the bleachers, appreciating the cool air and the quiet. Godzilla huffed as Mothra adjusted his jacket on his shoulders.

“You never know when to walk away,” Mothra tutted quietly. “You didn’t have to punch one of the Ghidorahs.”

“Yea, well… I didn’t have to punch the second one either,” Godzilla grumbled before cracking a smile. “But they were talking shit about us. I had to do somethin’.”

“I suppose,” Mothra giggled. “That I didn’t have to pull out some of their sister’s hair either.” That got a hearty laugh out of Godzilla.

“I tell fuckin’ everybody,” Godzilla said as he wrapped a scuffed-up arm around his girl’s shoulders. “You act all sweet and delicate, but I know that you’re wild under all that act. My real queen of the monsters.” He stooped his shoulders enough to press his nose against hers, nuzzling her pale bit of flesh with her darker one. For all the layers of courtesy and calm, he’d been the first to see her pull a knife from under her dainty skirts.

“You just bring me out of my shell. That’s all,” she sighed as she laid her head against his chest. He curled his arms around her and she shivered, always feeling safe in his arms. He was not only a good half a foot taller than her, but Mothra had always noticed how he had this sort of fire to him. He radiated this comforting heat that she’d grown comfortable with.

When Godzilla’s hand wandered down to her thigh, she let out a soft purring sound. “Careful, big guy,” she mused, batting her eyes at her boyfriend. “You know how I get after riding around on that crotch rocket of yours.”

“Oh I know,” he muttered, kissing behind her ear. She tensed up in his grip and let out another excited mewling noise. The large and strong hand that was rubbing her thigh slid underneath her colorful dress. As her pale skin as her leg was exposed, some of the blood from his knuckles left a bold streak in their wake.

Godzilla cupped her crotch, his handiwork hidden by her layered skirts as he toyed with her slender body. He started rubbing through her silky panties as Mothra moaned softly and relaxed against his broad and solid chest. However stern and serious she could be, no one got as close to Mothra as Godzilla did. Only he knew how to make her hum and purr like one of his motorcycles.

“There’s my wild girl,” Godzilla mused into her ear. He gave her ear a firm bite as Mothra outright gasped. He knew he had her in the mood now, and he always loved when she showed her tougher side like she had tonight. 

Mothra turned and brought her hands to Godzilla’s chin, lowering his head enough that she could kiss him on the mouth. She slid her arms around his neck and eased the leather jacket from his shoulders, letting his tease her pussy as she went about undressing him. Just as Godzilla loved drawing out her moans, Mothra loved the low and hungry growls that came out of her boyfriend when she really pushed his buttons. It really brought out the beast in him and having that all to herself just made her even more excited. It was a thrill having the toughest guy in school grabbing a handful of her carefully prepared hair and simply lifting her skirts up to her waist made her chalky cheeks blush, grinding her hips to rub her petite ass against his growing bulge.

Her dainty hands plucked off enough of his buttons that he could lift off his shirt while she undid his pants. Her colorful robes carelessly ruffled and scattered, the albino girl pressed her pale breasts against her disrobing partner’s lower chest. She smiled up at him invitingly, even rolling her neck to tug her hair against his securing grip. Her hands vanished under her dress and with a few careful steps, she tossed her similarly pale white panties (still damp with their mutual arousal) into the grass.

“Are you ready, my king?” she cooed, stroking her hand around the edges of Godzilla’s raging erection. Her small fingers could barely wrap around its girth when he was looking at his flirty lover. Godzilla ran his hand through her silky hair as she softly kissed his cock, pulling the head briefly inside her slender, painted lips. While Mothra glanced at the school to ensure that no one was coming to find them, her towering boyfriend kept his focus on her. He seemed convinced that if anyone else was coming, he could handle them without disturbing his woman. She could just taste the primal lust for her radiating off him and it was quickly becoming contagious.

When he couldn’t wait any longer, Godzilla took her by her slender shoulders. Mothra shuddered as his strong hands took the pale, bare skin, his tanned and calloused knuckles standing out against her chalky body and what remained of her fine clothes. She stared at him wide-eyed, still in awe of the strong biker that she wanted so badly. He had never even tried to truly hurt her, but his hungry touch and strong hands still made her heart skip a beat. He pulled down her dress until her perky breasts were revealed. Even his muscular chest seemed larger than the slim albino’s, but he brought his hands around her hips and lifted her completely off the ground.

Mothra gasped as she wrapped her hands around his shoulders, helping balance herself as her mighty boyfriend handled her so easily. The head of his shaft poked at her lean thighs and warm pussy, especially as she coiled them around his waist to lean against him. He pressed his face into her chest and wrapped his mouth around one of her breasts. His big greedy lips and teeth squeezed around almost her entire teat as he held like a prized catch in her arms. As much as Mothra enjoyed the thrill and tried to keep it a secret, Godzila’s firm bite around her nipple made her wail from the pinch to her tender flesh.

“Oh my god, Zilla!” she panted as she ran her nails through his hair. She pawed at him passionately enough that her painted nails scraped his scalp as his hands roamed around beneath her smooth garments to find her even warmer and smoother flesh. Godzilla let out a low, rumbling chuckle as he finally parted his mouth from her chalk-colored chest.

“You ready for another ride, princess?” he asked with a menacing gleam to it. She nodded rapidly and weakly, her head spinning from all the teasing he’d put her through already. Her tiny heart raced against his muscled chest as Godzilla didn’t bother stripping her out of the rest of her clothes. He just pulled her down firmly so that his thick shaft pumped straight up into her pussy.

The colorfully-dressed albino let out a passionate cry as Godzilla cradled and fucked his girl. He might have thought he was hurting her if not for the euphoric look on her face, and he knew she was far tougher than she looked. He only increased the pace of his thrusts as she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder so that her hot and heavy breathing pumped against his neck. He felt her every warm whisper as it blew across his shoulder and into his ear, cursing mindlessly or praising his performance.

Mothra ran her hands excited down Godzilla’s chest as her widening eyes met his. He caught the subtle neediness in her narrow eyes as he pulled her in for an especially deep thrust of his cock.

“What you need, angel?” he asked her gruffly between his hot, huffing breaths that blew across her sweaty breasts.

“I want you to ride me, devil,” Mothra panted as she leaned back, hanging as her hands pulled at his neck. They exchanged daring smiles as he started to lift her up even higher. Her warm, pale legs scooted up against his sides, tickling his ribs with her toes as he pulled her back off of his cock.

“There’s my wild little monster,” Godzilla growled as he held her by the hips. He gave her a quick twirl and Mothra laughed, gleeful and shameless as her nearly-naked body trailed her discarded dress like a colorful comet’s tail wrapped around her waist. It was far more fun than any dancing they’d done inside the stuffy gymnasium. She giggled as she stumbled towards the bleachers, resting her hands on the sharply cool metal. She tossed her all-white hair back over her shoulders and batted her narrow eyes at him.

“Well? Come and get me,” she offered, brushing the dangling dress away from her hips. Her tight, pale ass was thrust out and waiting for him with some of their mixed precum still oozing from her slit.

“Don’t need to ask me twice.” Godzilla moved in behind her, his vastly more muscular body almost crashing against her. One hand steadied her hips as he plowed his manhood into her pussy, stuffing in deeper from behind as she let out a passionate cry. Even with her feet back on the ground, her slim body bucked with every thrust of his hulking hips. Even his thighs were thicker and stronger than her, well adapted to clinging to his speeding motorcycle.

Mothra tossed her head back as she moaned deeply. It was a wordless plea that got through to Godzilla quite quickly as he pulled her hair and plowed in harder. Her slim body was almost comical compared to the oversized brute but Mothra’s eyes and mouth went wide as she started to drool over the edge of the bleachers. She tossed her head back, catching whatever glimpse she could of Godzilla as he took her from behind. She used the bleachers to push back against him, but even then it was clear most of the force to their lovemaking was from him. Mothra added her finesse, grinding at her own tempting pace to keep them both aroused to their peak while still drawing out the intensely intimate moment. Mothra wasn’t one to kiss (or fuck) and tell, but she had little doubt that their wild sex was well beyond anyone else’s at school’s.

“Baby… oh god, baby! You’re gonna fuck me in half life this!” Mothra cried when she was dripping with sweat, unable to hold out any longer.

“Nah… you’re too tough for that,” Godzilla said. He pulled her hard enough for a few albino strands to pop from her scalp and buried himself up to the hilt inside her. Mothra gasped loudly as his balls slapped against her thighs, filling her with his hard heat. Godzilla let out a low growl that turned into a lusty roar as he finally burst inside her, pouring his seed as deep as it could reach in Mothra’s pussy. Her mouth hung open in shock, but he kept pumping away inside her. He stayed hard for his rowdy girl, sliding his cum around inside her with his persistent shaft. She rode him with her own rapid thrusts, ramming his cum-soaked cockhead into her clit as her dirtied dress flopped behind her like a set of wings. She wouldn’t last much longer before she shook like a leaf in his arms. He felt her reciprocated heat and juices as she came on his cock, holding her quite steady despite her euphoric thrashing.

“I will never get tired of this,” Mothra purred as she slowly started to relax her body. She slumped back into Godzilla’s chest, resting her head on him while not quite ready to part with his cock. She folded her legs to keep him nestled inside her.

“What? Fucking behind the bleachers? Because it’s the first time and all, but I think I could arrange another…” Godzilla gave her another sharkish grin as she smiled and shook her head.

“Just you, dumbass,” she giggled, stroking her slim hand along his jawline. “I love being close to my big, strong king. It's even better when you’re inside me.”

Godzilla hugged her tightly, letting their racing hearts and bodyheat keep each other company. “Well I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” he chuckled. “You’re MY queen.” He leaned low enough that he could nibble on her ear. She sighed and turned to bite his lip in return.

“Perfect.”