Dedicated to ALL fat girls who wanted to be fucked by Goji. Yall are so valid!!!
Thank you guys for your endless support in my writing, it really what keeps me going. I hope you enjoy this part and let me know, if you have any more ideas involving Godzilla (or maybe some other monster... you never know.)
Enjoy!
It had been a week since you crashed on Godzilla's island. An eternity folded into a single, fevered dream. The days and nights blurred together, marked not by the passage of the sun but by the rhythm of his hunger - an insatiable, all-consuming need that woke you each morning before your eyes had even fluttered open.
His tongue would already be working between your thighs, warm and relentless, drawing you from sleep into pleasure with a devotion that left you gasping and boneless in the moss. It was his way of saying good morning. His way of showing you that your pleasure was his to grant. He found you fruits and waters and rarely left you to go hunt into deep waters. The fruits were sweeter than the first ones - he selected them carefully by scent, nudging the ripest, the most potent, directly into your waiting hands. The water came from springs deeper in the jungle, infused with minerals that made your skin glow and your hair curl even wilder than before. You were being changed. Cultivated. Prepared for something, though you weren't sure what. And when he did leave - when the ancient, predatory need to hunt called him back to the ocean - his returns were hungrier than ever. The ground would shake with his approach. The birds would fall silent. And you would feel him coming before you saw him, a change in the air pressure, a static charge that made your hair stand on end. He would emerge from the treeline with scales slick with seawater and the bioluminescent blood of his prey, and his eyes would find you instantly, blazing with a hunger that had nothing to do with the hunt. You both didn’t sleep on those nights.
He also showed you his island. Not all at once, but in pieces - a waterfall here, a hidden grotto there, a meadow of ancient flowers that grew taller than your head. He took you everywhere, walking beside you through the soil he had guarded for eons. You matched his speed now - your body had grown stronger, nourished by the fruits and waters and the endless, devoted attention of a monstrous god.
The butterflies found you days later, in a meadow where the flowers brushed against your bare hips. They were enormous, as big as your two hands spread wide, with wings like stained glass windows. They settled on your bare shoulders, the curve of your belly, the thick span of your thighs. Their touch was feather-light, ticklish, and you giggled like a child as they tasted the salt on your skin. When one landed on the tip of Godzilla's snout and he went cross-eyed trying to look at it, the laugh that escaped you was the brightest sound the jungle had ever heard.
Then there was the cavern.
He brought you there on the fifth day - or was it the sixth? You weren’t sure anymore. Nor did you really care. The entrance was hidden behind a curtain of hanging vines and glowing moss, massive and built for him. Inside, the space opened into a cathedral of ancient stone. Stalactites dripped from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls. Bioluminescent crystals pulsed in the walls, casting everything in a gentle blue-gold glow. And at the center, falling from a crack in the ceiling high above, was a waterfal with water cold, bracingly, shockingly cold, so different from the warm springs and the tropical sea. It cascaded into a pool of crystalline clarity, and you gasped when you first stepped beneath it - then laughed, shivering, as the cold cascaded over your hair, your shoulders, your aching muscles.
He lay at the edge of the pool, his massive body stretched out on the stone, his chin resting on his crossed forearms. He closed one massive eye, the other opened and followed you as you bathed - the path of water droplets as they traced the curves of your breasts, the swell of your belly, the thick thighs he had spent so many hours between worshiping. When you emerged, shivering and clean, he exhaled a warm breath that dried you up almost instantly. Then he curled his tail around you and pulled you against his warm, dry scales, and you rested there and Godzilla was resting too, truly resting, something you had learned he rarely did. His breathing was slow and even, his massive body relaxed beneath you where you lay sprawled across his chest. You had tucked your head under his chin, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his scales, and for a while, you were perfectly content.
Then the thoughts crept in.
Who would remember you at home?
Did you even have a home?
The fruits he had been feeding you had changed you - almost made you forget your past. You shifted on his massive chest, tucking your head further under his chin, and sighed. Immediatly, Godzilla woke up from his slumber. His eyes, half-lidded and drowsy with rare, precious rest, sharpened. The great amber irises contracted, focusing on the crown of your curly head, then shifting to the distant, shadowed corners of the cavern. The purr that had been a constant, comforting rumble beneath your ear cut off abruptly. The tail that had been curled loosely around your thigh tightened—just slightly, just enough to make you aware of its strength. His massive head shifted, his snout lowering until it pressed gently but firmly against the top of your head.
A low, rolling growl vibrated through his chest and into your bones. It wasn't threatening. It was certain. Absolute. As unshakeable as the bedrock beneath you. His claws, which had been so carefully, so gently folded away from you, extended just slightly. The tips pressed into the stone floor of the cavern, scoring deep grooves in the ancient rock.
You are here now, his growl seemed to say. You don’t have any other home.
The beast shifted beneath you, and suddenly you were not just resting on his chest - his massive arms curled around your body, caging you against his scales.
"Mnnn—" you tried to protest, but he growled again, and the sound cut through your objection like a blade.
You stopped. Your body went still against his, and something hot and liquid curled in your belly.
Fear.
And arousal.
He rose from the cavern floor with a fluidity that still astonished you - ten meters of muscle and ancient power uncoiling in a single, seamless motion. His arms caged you against his chest, your bare body pressed flush against the warm, textured scales. The bioluminescent crystals flashed as he passed, painting your skin in pulses of blue and gold. He was carrying you out of the cavern, away from the gentle waterfall and the peaceful rest, somewhere new.
He was going to teach you a lesson in obedience.
The jungle blurred past but you barely saw any of it. Your world had narrowed to the heat of his scales against your bare skin, the thunder of his heartbeat beneath your cheek, and the thick, primal scent of his arousal that filled your lungs with every breath. You didn’t dare to look down to the source of it. The beach where you had first washed ashore stretched before you, silver sand gleaming under a sky full of stars. The wreckage of your plane was long gone, swallowed by the jungle or claimed by the tides. There was no trace left of the world that had abandoned you. Only the ocean, endless and eternal, and the King of Monsters striding into its shallows with you clutched against his chest. He waded deeper, the warm water rising past his legs, his hips, his belly. The volcanic vents deep beneath the island heated the sea here, and it swirled around your bare skin like a living caress. He lowered himself onto his side in the shallows, positioning you on top of him—your soft, round body sprawled across his submerged chest, your thighs bracketing the ridged scales of his belly. And then, for the first time, as you looked back, you saw him.
His arousal emerged from the protective sheath of his scales — a thich ridged column of living heat, dark and pulsing with the same bioluminescent blue that traced his dorsal plates. It was enormous. Impossible. Built for a creature of his scale, not for a soft, human woman with a round belly and hips and wide, half-lidded eyes. The sight of it stole your breath, the sheer, terrifying size of him, rising from the water like some ancient, primal monument. Godzilla’s tail tightened around your waist, pulling you down against him, his claws sinking into the seabed on either side of you, anchoring, claiming.
He didn't care if it would fit. He would mount you, whether your soft, human, fragile body was ready or not. The wide wet tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, searing hot even through the warm water. You gasped, your fingers scrabbling against his scales, but there was no purchase, no escape, no way of getting out of this. His growl deepened, a warning and a promise, and his hips surged forward. The first ridge breached you, and you cried out - a sound caught somewhere between pain and pleasure, fear and desperate, aching need. He pushed deeper, inch by impossible inch, the ridges of his arousal dragging against your inner walls and sending shockwaves of sensation through your trembling form. The water lapped around you, but it did nothing to ease the impossible stretch, the sweet, devastating burn of being filled so completely.
"There," you babbled, your voice cracking on the word.
"There, there, there—you're so deep—I can feel you in my throat—"
The beast growled again, and this time it was almost satisfied. Almost proud. He withdrew, just slightly, just enough to make you whimper at the loss of inches of flesh - then thrust forward again, deeper this time, and you casted your eyes down and there, you saw it – the bump on your rounded stomach, an evidence of his impossible size filling you. He watched it too with hooded, blazing eyes, his tongue lolling from his jaws to lap at the swell of your stomach, pressing at himself.
He gave you another inch, a slow, deliberate roll of his hips that made your world narrow to the single, devastating point of your joining. The water churned around you, warmed by the volcanic vents and the heat of his body, but you barely felt it. All you felt was him - the stretch, the searing heat, the ridges of his arousal dragging against your inner walls with a friction that bordered on divine punishment. The bump in your belly shifted upwards and grew bigger still.
"S-stop," you gasped, your voice cracking.
"Stop, n-no more - you'll break me - you're too big - I can't - "
But even as the words left your lips, your traitorous body clenched around him, drawing him deeper, your hips rolled against his, seeking more of that devastating fullness. And the word that fell from your lips next was not stop.
"Fuck. More. Please. More."
He didn't hesitate.
Another inch. Another impossible, breathtaking inch of his girth sinking into your willing cunt.
"Break me," you babbled, your voice barely a whisper now, your mind gone blissfully blank.
"Break me, ruin me, make me yours—I don't care—just don't stop—please don't stop—"
And he didn't.
His thrusts grew faster. Rougher. And still he wasn’t half-way inside your body.
The world went white.
Your climax crashed over you like a wave, and you screamed - a raw, shattered sound that echoed off the distant cliffs and sent seabirds scattering into the night sky. Your body arched beneath him, your thighs clamping around his massive girth, and your juices flooded around him, soaking his ridged length, easing the glide of his thrusts as he chased his own release. Your body was milking him with desperate, rhythmic clenches and something in him—some ancient, instinctive wisdom told him that he could not, would not finish inside you.
Not this time.
Not yet.
With a roar that shook the very foundations of the island, he pulled out suddenly - the drag of those ridges against your over-sensitive, climaxing flesh drew another cry from your lips. But it was swallowed by the sight of him, rearing back in the moonlit shallows, his massive form silhouetted against the stars. And he poured himself into the ocean. Thick, bioluminescent ropes of his seed erupted from his tip, painting the water in streaks of glowing blue. The sea itself seemed to shiver in response, the waves carrying his essence out into the deeper waters, where ancient things stirred in the darkness and wondered, perhaps, what god had blessed the ocean tonight. He shuddered above you, his roar fading to a low, keening groan, his hips still rocking through the aftershocks. His seed swirled around your bare, trembling body, warm and thick and impossibly potent.
You wondered what it would feel like to have him finish inside you, to feel that heat flooding your womb.
To be well and truly bred. But not tonight. Tonight, he had given you everything else.
He collapsed beside you in the shallows, raising waters, his massive body curling around yours once more. His tongue, gentle now, lapped at your face, your throat, your breasts - soothing away the salt of sweat and sea. His purr returned, deep and resonant, vibrating through the water and into your trembling, sated body.
And that was the night when the King of Monsters first claimed you.
I’ve always loved the Godzilla franchise ever since I first watched the 2014 film as a child, and since then, I’ve played with the idea of making a Godzilla fan film or maybe even an actual film one day. Here, I will pitch a Godzilla film trilogy that is inspired by the likes of Christopher Nolan's Dark Knight Trilogy and the 2014 Godzilla film by Gareth Edwards.
I hope you will all enjoy this pitch.
Godzilla: Rules of Nature
This is the first installment and entry in this trilogy. In this film, we are introduced to a world where monsters rule the planet, often causing havoc in cities and towns or even directly killing humans. In order to try to resolve this issue, The United Nations commissions a technology corporation to develop not only a giant mechanical weapon to kill monsters, but also an artificial intelligence that supports this machine. This project was codenamed “Zeus”.
The machine resembled that of Godzilla and it is designed with weapons that kill any and all monsters it encounters. Godzilla, knowing that this machine could cause natural imbalance, rises out of the depths to deal with what humanity has created. Going alongside him is Rodan, the giant firebird monster.
Later on, the artificial intelligence that supported Mechagodzilla rebelled against its creators and begins to cause destruction around everything it sees. In the end, Godzilla and Rodan destroys this unnatural machine, preventing it from killing every monster around the world, with Rodan being killed by Mechagodzilla during the final battle.
In the ending of the film, during a cave expedition, humanity soon discovers cave paintings of what resembles a three-headed wyvern, with there also being a temple with statues of this creature. The three-headed creature turns out to be the ancient King Ghidorah. This sets up the second installment in the film.
This film comments on artificial intelligence and how it impacts nature and the environment.
Godzilla: Forces of Nature
This is the second installment of the trilogy. In this film, humanity starts an expedition to study the ancient evil, King Ghidorah. All goes wrong when King Ghidorah awakens after a thousands years of resting. After Ghidorah awakens, unnatural storms begin forming all across the globe, with a lot of them causing hundreds of millions of human and animal deaths. This causes Godzilla to intervene and Mothra to awaken from her slumber after a thousands years of resting.
In the end, Godzilla and Mothra defeats and kills Ghidorah and all of Earth’s lifeforms are saved from extinction.
In the ending of the film, a group of scientists discover a species of crustacean that was long-thought to be extinct, but something about them is different, They are growing abnormally. This sets up the third and final installment of the trilogy.
This film comments on the dangers of the hubris of humanity, and the consequences of disturbing what is better off resting.
Godzilla: Nature’s Abomination
This is the third and final entry in the trilogy. We begin the film with a flashback of humanity attempting to kill Godzilla with a nuclear weapon specifically designed to kill Godzilla in the 1950s, this scene serves as how Destoroyah was created.
The actual story begins with a scientific facility studying the crustaceans that were recently discovered by the scientists we saw in the ending of the previous film. All goes wrong when the facility is destroyed the creatures evolve and escape the facility. The creatures soon evolve into giant crawling and flying monsters that terrorize everything around them. This leads into Godzilla and Mothra getting involved in the situation, in which they attempt to kill the creatures.
Later on, the creatures soon evolves into the terrifying Destoroyah. This leads into a brutal final battle, in which Mothra dies and Godzilla and Destoroyah kill each other. Once Godzilla reaches his breaking point, both he and Destoroyah die with him exploding himself, causing massive destruction around him.
After the final battle concludes, humanity celebrates and are now safe from being attacked by extinction level threats such as Ghidorah or Destoroyah. The film, end by extension the trilogy, ends with Godzilla emerging from the sea after regenerating his entire body, ready to bring balance to nature again.
The film’s message is that unchecked use of apocalyptic weapons can result in disastrous consequences for both humanity and nature.
Extra Stuff:
In this universe, Ghidorah is a creature of unknown origin who lived during Babylonian times and was worshipped by pagans during that time. Later on, Ghidorah was buried in a massive landslide, beginning his multi-thousand-year rest.
The trilogy is meant to have a tone similar to that of the 2014 Godzilla film by Gareth Edwards.
Monsters such as Gigan and Anguirus were originally going to be in this trilogy, but they were ultimately cut because I couldn’t figure out a way to incorporate them into the story.
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What is a King to a God? (King Kong Vs Godzilla short scene)
Nobody is probably going to see this but here is a little scene I wrote of a matchup between Godzilla and Kong done in a way that (hopefully) hasn't been done before by other people.
(DISCLAIMER: THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC MONSTER VIOLENCE. IF THAT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU ARE COMFORTABLE ABOUT IGNORE THIS POST! Thank you ☺️)
Without further ado, here it is:
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Godzilla lunges toward Kong with a outstretched claw, talons aimed for the centre of mass of the ape's abdomen, Kong dodges, narrowly avoiding the strike and immediately counterstrikes; he locks his dexterous appendages around the narrow wrist of the reptilian menace, and with a single bone snapping twist breaks the arm of Godzilla. Who howls in agony as Kong bents Godzilla's elbow down, and before he had a chance to retaliate the great ape tugs it aggressively, the sound of crunching bone and twisting flesh mixing in together with the roars of pain, defiance and hatred for the other before Kong tears it off with a violent yanking motion. The pain of having his arm torn off was devastating to the Monster King, but nearly as much as it was to his ego… How dare this ape tear his arm from its joint. The pain passed quickly and soon Godzilla felt reinvigorated, the searing gaping wound where his left arm was disappearing and replaced with the burning impulse to kill…
Godzilla unhinged his maw and leapt towards Kong in a thunderous bound, his enormous jaws finding purchase on the section bordering Kong's broad shoulder and neck, biting down hard to cause the ape to let out a startled angry yowl as the two came tumbling down into the earth, which became splattered with chunks of meat, puddles of blood as the two became a tornado of fur and scale, kicking up dust from the moist dirt as the two began to engage in a bloody grapple for survival. The two titans rolled around through the dirt, the ground becoming displaced underneath their combined weight as they attempted to pin the other to the earth. Kong tried to scratch at the hide of the beast, but his nails drew no blood from his interlocking osteoderms. It was like trying to peel open the bark of a tree, no matter how much Kong dug his nails into Godzilla he could not burrow his hands into his flesh like Godzilla could. Godzilla's mouth remained firmly clamped on the ape's body, refusing to let go. Kong unhinged his mouth and dug his sharp canines into the neck of the lizard, causing Godzilla to groan in pain and fury and only made him press down harder. And so the two began a death spiralling roll as the two continued to tumble down the mountainside, rocks dislodging as the earth shuddered under the clash of these colossal beasts.
After spiralling for what felt like forever, the two finally crashed down into the ground and in that crash Kong was able to finally dislodge Godzilla with both the force of the crash together with a powerful push with his lower body. Godzilla stumbled across the ground, thrashing and gnashing as he attempted to regain his footing, his eyes red from the dust being kicked up into his sockets and a manifestation of his rage. Kong rose to his feet, hand pressed against his bloodied wound as he saw Godzilla continue to spasm on the ground, his eyes drifting over to a nearby boulder. A flash of intuition comes into the ape's eyes, as his eyes dart back to Godzilla as he staggers to regain his footing. Kong makes a desperate dash for the boulder, picking it up with one hand and barrelling down on Godzilla and pummeling the stone into Godzilla's head. The first couple of blows don't draw blood, but as Kong continued to ram the stone against the stocky round head of the monster king blood began to be drawn, and the right flank of his face began to become bloody and broken with each hit. Godzilla was losing consciousness and yet he refused to back down, he tried to fire his atomic breath, but Kong grabbed a tree and shoved it down his throat causing Godzilla to violently gag before coughing the tree out with spittle of saliva and blood mixing into each other. Kong continued to slam the boulder against his head, the thuds becoming more sickening with each strike, Godzilla tried to wiggle free but the ape had him firmly pinned against the ground as he continued to beat him with the bloodied rock with both hands now. Kong lifted the boulder above his head and with a thunderous roar brought the boulder caving into his skull, breaking it completely. Godzilla's body became still, no other signs of life remained except for his laboured breathing and his heaving chest. Kong stared down at the broken visage of his vanquished opponent, his own chest and breathing heavy with exhaustion. He leaned down over the fallen body, removing the boulder from Godzilla's head, chunks of the monster's face had became embedded in the rock as much as the rock had embedded itself into his face. Godzilla moaned in defeat as the curious ape inspected his broken face. The blunt force from the rock had not only caved in the right half of his head, it had also dislocated his lower jaw in the process too. Kong grabbed Godzilla's lower jaw and fiddled with it for a moment, looking morbidly intrigued by the floppy jaw of the once powerful king of the monsters. Godzilla gave a half mumbling half gargling growl, but Kong did not feel threatened. He looked at Godzilla and gave something approaching a mocking chuckle which sounded more like a chortle. The ape bonked him on the head and that quickly silenced Godzilla. Kong looked around and beat his chest, once, twice with each hand caked in blood before erupting into a primal display of dominance, beating his chest in victory as he banged his fists against his pecs and roaring to let the world and especially Godzilla know that he would bow before no one. Kong stopped beating his chest as he left out a final huff of satisfaction, and began to amble away from the fallen body of Godzilla. He could now feel the dull sting of his wounds, realising just how injured he had become. Kong paused, reaching a finger and gently dabbing it against the wound along his shoulder, it stinged to touch it and caused him to bark in pain. He flexed his finger, looking at the blood on his finger as his eyes traced back to his wounds. He let out a low hiss of a sigh, before moving on. Deciding to make shelter on the mountain top to rest and recover. Then Kong paused as he heard shuffling behind him, his head turned over his shoulder as he looked back to the bloodied, battered remains of Godzilla. Who slowly came to his feet…
Despite being badly ravaged and left in a state that would have left most other creatures to die, Godzilla rose, slowly as his back straighten with a low rumbling growl emanating deep from with his chest. Kong felt a chill run up his spine, his eyes widening with a mix of awe and disbelief. Godzilla's singular good eye locks with Kong's, beady yet razor focused. Godzilla's maw dripped with blood and saliva, the corners of shattered face slowly starting heal and his jaw clicking and cracking back into place, he opened and closed it experimentally as he licked his lips of blood and saliva. The stump of his arm slowly starting to grow back bone and flesh. Kong clutched at his wounds, realisation dawning as his wounds won't heal as quickly as his rival's.
