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perish-the-creator · 5 years

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In The Forest We Love

(This fic involves topics such as cheating and sex. The pairings involve are Mothdan with Mothzilla and Rodorah in the background. They are anthro in this version.)

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(Further warning: Mothra is written with the ability to have male genitalia and implied Mpreg on Rodan’s part. This is due to my titan biology headcanons. And since they are just anthro those biology rules apply here as well.)

The air was nice; a gentle breeze carried the arrival of autumn. The fresh scent of a crackling fire as it hugged the wood was present as well. Above it, with a satisfied grin, Gojira placed his meaty palms on his hips before walking towards his wife. “See, I can start a fire without using my breath.” He chuckles just as he reaches into his pocket and pulled out a fat cigar.

“Good thing I bought you that huge pack for your birthday. Heaven knows what you’d do without those damn things.” Mothra laughs lightly from her spot on top of the wooden picnic table. She was more than excited for the next three nights out in the wilderness. It took forever to convince her citybound husband to come out here and enjoy nature.

“Why did you want a tent so badly?” Gojira complained as he pulled out the large cardboard box from the back of their black GMC truck. “We have beyond enough money to rent an RV. Or hell, even buy our own.”

“More fun this way,” Mothra giggles. “We’d have no choice but to cuddle if it gets cold.”

That statement was enough to make him shut his snout. Mothra had a way of making him do that. The small moment of silence was broken by the loud hum of a bright yellow convertible, with red streaks dancing across the sides like scars. The hood was lowered, showing off the four pairs of sunglasses that glimmered in the light. Behind them, a small storage trailer jolted to a stop.

Gojira gave a smirk with his cigar clenched tightly between his teeth as Mothra jumped off the table in excitement.

“You guys actually decided to come!” She sang happily as she and Rodan quickly embraced. To their mates, the hug was simply that of two longing friends, but unknown to them there was a much deeper layer beneath the gesture.

“I’m guessing your boy convinced you to come.” Gojira joked as he and Ghidorah gave a firm handshake.

“Guessed correctly,” Ichi responded. He walked toward the trunk of the car with Gojira following behind. The bulkier of the two whistled and rubbed his hands together.

“God ain’t this a beauty,” Gojira complimented as he lightly ran his hands over the yellow paint. “This one’s yours, right?”

“Yeah,” Kevin answers. “Rodan said we should get it out of the garage for once and let it get some fresh air.”

Gojira offered the three-headed man some cigars; one declines while two gladly take them.

Meanwhile, behind the cover of the large truck, Mothra and Rodan held each other and kissed passionately. Grabbing and clawing. When their mouths departed with a little trail of saliva connecting their tongues, Rodan chuckled a bit.

“I’m guessing you’re happy to see me.” He tells her. She smiles before using her lower set of arms to grab his butt and giving it a squeeze.

“I’m REALLY happy to see you.” They lean in for another kiss but soon scramble when they hear the sound of crunching leaves coming their way. Mothra quickly opens up the back door and dives in, pretending to have been looking for something. Rodan also leans slightly, appearing as though he too was in the search.

“What you looking for babe?” Gojira asked as he got next to Rodan. His palm slapped against the other’s shoulder playfully, yet Rodan stilled.

“Oh, just looking for something to carry any cool rocks we see out here.” She lied. Gojira smiled and pushed past them both, leaning further into the backseat. Surprisingly, he had brought an extra bag just for this occasion.

“I know you two like collecting rocks and flowers for some weird reason, but I am a good husband and I made sure to get you a bag to fit stuff in.” He hands her this fabric bag with the cover being a large purple flower. Both individuals thank him, happy now to have a great excuse for later on.

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“And I explained to him that if he wants Toby to invest then he better go tag him where it hurts! But of course, that thick-skulled bastard didn’t listen!” Ichi shouted as Gojira nodded. Both men were successful businessmen despite how they choose to show themselves. Gojira often said that once you make a certain amount of money you no longer needed to really show that you were making it.

“Ever since our truce, I explained to you that you need to start hiring ex-convicts and military. No one else will hire them and they’ll work for almost nothing! All the people I overlook are lowlives and barely cause issues,” He sucks in his cigar before puffing out some air. “All in all, we just have to make sure our imports are more successful than that Destroyah bitch further north.”

“Business, business, business,” Mothra complains. “I wanted us to have this trip out here to get away from all that! Enjoy nature and life!”

“I agree,” Rodan spoke up, casually filling his plastic cup with the wine he and Ghidorah had packed. “I’m tired of hearing about money. Why worry so much?”

“Hippies,” Ni spits a bit. “Listen, I mean no disrespect but you two are basically getting a free ride thanks to us. Those lavish clothes and belongings wouldn’t be possible.” The others nod in agreement.

“Well damn, if that’s all you four are going to talk about, I’m going to go hiking and find some rocks before it gets too dark,” Mothra says sternly as she stands up from her seat. “You want to join me Rodan, or stay here and talk about lame business?” Rodan pretends to look hesitant but then nods.

“Sure! Maybe I’ll find that special mineral I’ve told you about!” He says with excitement, which causes the others to laugh.

“Alright dorks, go and have your fun.” Kevin jokes as the two roll their eyes at him. Gojira snorts before lowering his tone to be slightly more serious.

“If you two need help, just holler, okay?” The two regard him and gather up the small bag and a flashlight that Rodan clips to the side of his shorts. As they walk away, Gojira not discretely licks his lips. The three heads of Ghidorah notice and slightly frown at him. He shrugs and smirks. “Ey, they both got nice asses. How can I not look?”

“No fair,” Kevin snarled. “You’d try to beat our ass if we stared at your girl like that.”

Gojira shrugs again. “Maybe not. It’s been ten years. I’m over it, ya know?”

As Rodan and Mothra walk along the set trail, the sun ever so slightly getting closer to finally sleeping, the pterosaur holds back a yelp when he feels her hand again on his ass. He laughs and pauses in their walking. They had managed to create a decent amount of distance from the camp, the trail behind them only having the white rock road they had travel on with the trees drowning out and resemblance of their campground.

“Grabby today aren’t we?” He asked playfully, moving them so they are in embrace again. They kiss and hold each other.

If one hadn’t already guessed, the two were wrapped up in a long going affair. Neither had been really active with their immediate partners in a while.

The affair really only sprung from pent up sexual frustration and the lack of affection from their lovers. Just eight years ago, both men (Gojira and Ghidorah) were grasping at the ladder of wealth, struggling to take hold of a steady flow of money without the chains that would come with it. Many late nights at their offices. Many meetings. Many phone calls that would linger in their own home. Sex was limited. Fun was cut short. So, it was bound the other two would look for comfort. And they did.

Mothra had organized a small get together at her house for all the wives and husbands and lovers of the workers from the various offices that were consuming their mate’s lives. There was wine. There was crying. There was laughter too. At the end of it, only Rodan stayed to help clean up. When they bumping their arms into each other while washing the dishes it was then when the spark happened. And they’ve kept sparking for eight years.

Rodan moved his mouth back, panting for air as Mothra forced hers back on. Hands aimlessly fumbling for anything to grasp onto. A thought passes they some clothes might even be ripped.

“Baby,” Rodan quivered when Mothra started to lick and bite on his neck. “W..wait.”

“Hmm?” Mothra hummed.

“I...do you mind being top tonight?” Rodan shyly asked when he felt one of her four hands crawl up his tank top. Then there was a pause. “I mean...I just...if that’s....”

“Yeah,” Mothra smiled at his and kissed him again. Rodan gladly submitted and the two fumbled into the bush. The sounds of snapping branches and leaves with the added accident of singing birds and the cries of the cicadas blanketed their own noises.

Eventually, Rodan’s back was against a tree. He didn’t mind though as Mothra pressed against him. He wanted to get that button up off her as much as she wanted to destroy the red tank top on him. Clothes do eventually come off and are flung to the side like nothing.

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“So, you still haven’t proposed?” Gojira was shocked, to say the least. After all the money and favors and gifts Ghidorah has given, it was a wonder that the guy still hadn’t asked Rodan to marry him.

“It’s just difficult,” Ichi began. “But it’s not like he seems bothered by it. He’s never really brought the topic up.”

“It would be nice,” Kevin admits with a boyish shyness. “I wouldn’t mind is he had our last name, you know? Really seal the deal and all that. Like you and Mothra.”

Gojira scratched under his chin for a moment and thinks. If he were honest, he had noticed some cracks in his marriage. Mothra was more energetic now and he finally had the mind to focus on her, yet something didn’t feel right. While her new childish nature was welcomed, it seemed almost like an act. Doubts sprinkled in his mind but he reminded himself that this woman had struck by his side when anyone with a right mind would’ve left.

“You could say that.” He finally replies.

“I’m not one to usually speak on it,” Ni adds. “But I can admit to having affection for Rodan. He’s very loving. Short of temper at times but that’s what makes him great. As far as we know he’s pretty loyal too. He doesn’t even comment on the attractive actors who come on screen.”

“Both our babes are great! Let’s say that. Heh, almost too great if you know what I mean,” Gojira takes a swig of his beer. The coming dusk glimmered off the bottle. “Wonder how far those two went by the way.”

“They’re fine. Probably chasing butterflies or asking a tree about how it feels.” Ichi quickly jokes. They all laugh before resuming their previous conversation regarding the usual; money.

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Rodan’s claws dragged down the tree as a long moan exited from his throat. His legs parted and chest pressed against the rough bark. Mothra behind him, one pair of hands grabbing his horns and the other clenching his waist tightly. Both shirts were long gone and their pants pooled around their ankles.

There was an added excitement in all of this. Screwing in the woods and the coming moonlight made everything just...hot. A thought goes through both brains of being caught by anyone; ranger, other campers, their mates, etc. And a part of the caution only fueled the fire that was already burning bright.

“M..mothra~” Rodan wailed as she retreated before returning within his depths. His claws penetrate the tree with the same passion as her.

“R..rodan~” Her voice is shaky, to say the least. They hadn’t really had legit sex in months with the closest things being rubs under the table during a dinner party. That being said, it had been so long since Mothra had been on top. Granted, she was always on top in the sense of power, yet being the one to penetrate had been a skilled she had failed to practice during their separation. There was a bit of anxiety involving it, worrying that perhaps she could not live up to the might of Ghidorah, whom she was very aware had not lacked his duties as a mate.

“W...we don’t have c..condoms do we?” Rodan asked just as she plunged deeper. A small chuckle came from her mouth.

“You ask now after I’m already in?” She laughs. “No, but I can pull out.”

“Nevermind then,” He instantly says. “Y..you can d...do it inside. I...have morning ..a...after pills. Hidden away in ..my..my bag.”

She pauses for a moment and Rodan wished he had kept his mouth shut.

“Why hidden?” She spoke with curiosity. Rodan sighed.

“Ghidorah wants a kid. I don’t. And I knew we’d be doing this tonight as well. But I knew he’d want to mate under the stars too. Not to mention I’m pretty close to my most fertile stage. Heh, he thinks he’s slick by poking holes in the condoms or regulating my birth control.” Rodan’s voice drifted slightly. Mothra could sense the hurt pulled out of him. Rodan moaned a little before facing her.

“With me though?” She started. “Would you want a kid with me?” Her eyes wander to his flatten stomach. Butterflies filled her own at the idea.

“I...I don’t know.” The mood has changed from sexy to saddening and made Rodan pull up his pants and put on his shirt. Mothra followed suit. They silently picked up a few rocks and even covered each other in bits of dirt and mud. At least it looked like they were messing around looking for rocks.

Upon returning, Gojira was humming to himself with a beer in one hand and a cigar in the other. His shirt was gone and he held now shame to show off his belly. Ghidorah was locked on his personal copy of The Great Gatsby, each head interested in varying degrees.

“Welcome back,” Gojira said with a playful grin. The three heads looked up and grinned as well. Both of the returning creatures had no idea what to expect.

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Mothra laid beside her husband, her naked form was hugging his own as her head rested on his heeving chest. She couldn’t sleep. No, she couldn’t possibly sleep at the tempting sounds of Rodan’s moans.

Whatever Ghidorah was doing was making spectacles. She didn’t recall the last time she heard him moan like that. Was Ghidorah just THAT good?

She tries to ignore it, remembering that as a married woman she technically shouldn’t be jealous by the main lover. They were just a fling, right? As she lays there on her husband she silently wishes Rodan was in his place. They never got to lay in bed together like this. In fact, they never had just pure passionate lovemaking as it was all rushed and hurried.

When she hears Rodan cry out Ghidorah’s name, something bubbles within her. She can’t do this anymore. She needs to change things and settle this.

Later that night, in the darkness of it all, Mothra sneaks to Rodan’s tent. She is surprised to see that the two bodies are apart from each other. Shrugging, she lightly shakes Rodan awake. He is discombobulated at first but soon is fully. Once outside the tent, she kisses him quick before taking his hand and leading him towards a small opening with sand as the patch.

She kisses him again, the moonlight shining a light on their affair. Then they meet eyes, and Rodan just nods. A knowing nod at that. Slowly, they disrobe themselves, standing nude among the living in the forest.

That night, they have their first true passionate lovemaking, directly under the stars and the moon. Just them and nature. The distractions of their mates float away. But something else happened that night that’ll rattle everything.

That night, Rodan fell pregnant.

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