Gigan lumbered forward, kicking aside the used car dealership, and stretched its arms out towards Godzilla. Godzilla stood his ground and waited until the two hooks that served as hands were digging into his shoulders. He held still as the teeth of the buzzsaw blade pressed into his belly. He felt a prehistoric stirring and leaned forward to take Gigan’s beak in his mouth. As the buzzsaw blade began to draw blood he pushed his radioactive tongue into Gigan’s mouth. The monster responded in kind. Its tongue tasted like licking a battery, the pointed end gently scratching the roof of Godzilla’s mouth.
Godzilla bit down playfully and then pulled back. He waited for a moment, and then stepped around behind Gigan, throwing both of his muscular arms around the monster’s shoulders and biting down on the back of its neck. Gigan squealed like the sound of metal tearing and struggled in Godzilla’s grip. Godzilla felt his cock harden and shifted one arm down to wrap around Gigan’s waist, pulling it backward. There was another squeal from the monster as it pushed back against Godzilla.
Godzilla hooked his foot around one of Gigan’s ankles and tripped it up. It fell hard onto the ground, hard enough to cause a nearby coffe-shop to collapse. Godzilla fell forward onto his hands, still pushing his cock between Gigan’s legs. There was some kind of orifice there, an orifice that was responding the way Godzilla wanted it to.
Suddenly the monster let out another scream, but this time Godzilla heard it inside his head.
“FUCK ME.”
Don’t you worry about that, thought Godzilla, and pushed himself inside. The monster raised its head and the buzzsaw in its chest began to spin, cutting a deep trench in the road.
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