Godzilla vs Kong
***A/N: FYI, this is a shorter work, I literally wrote 98% of it during my lunch break today. I've got a few standalone fics like this one that I've been working on before finishing up the MHA series, so expect to see those relatively soon. Anyways, as always, if you like what you see or have any other ideas you'd like to share, lemme know. Until next time!***
Kong and Godzilla’s relationship was something best described as… tenuous at best.
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Like sure, they’d work together on occasion, if an opponent was too strong for either of them to combat alone. But for the most part, their larger than life egos made cooperation more of a pipe dream than a real possibility. Today was one such day.
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If either of them were to be asked, neither could honestly say how the argument had started. In all likelihood, what probably happened was that one of them made an off-handed comment, the other refused to let it go, and then it snowballed from there, creating the current situation: The two kaiju’s glaring at each other, their noses mere feet apart, Kong huffing angrily with Godzilla doing the same, albeit with a buzzing magenta glow adorning his spines and the back of his throat.
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Kong was only seconds away from throwing a punch. It had been a while since the two of them had properly duked it out, and he was itching to see if he could beat the overgrown gecko this time around. However, before he could, Godzilla’s eyes suddenly widened as he let out a puff of purple smoke, the glow fading from his body as a small groan of pain left his lips.
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Kong’s brow furrowed in confusion for a moment, before he felt a clawed hand wrap around his twin testicles and squeeze, sending a bolt of nauseating pain through his body.
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Letting out a hearty groan, Kong and Godzilla glanced down as one to see Mothra of all kaiju’s kneeling down between them, a clawed appendage each tightly clasping a pair of massive gonads.
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“Mothra…” Godzilla began, wincing in pain as his tenders were squeezed. “Dear, what are-?”
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His questioned morphed into a moan of agony (Kong groaning along with him) as the moth girl suddenly tightened her grip on their nuts, squeezing them as if trying to juice an orange.
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“I believe, I have watched this go on long enough.” She spoke, her blue eyes narrowed up at the two of them.
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“W-what?” Kong growled out, immediately regretting it as Mothra twisted his sack in her grip, sending further lightning bolts of pain through his body.
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“You two have proven, time and again, that by working together, you are greater than the sum of your parts.” Both males winced as she shifted her grip on their malehoods. “However, you two will only work together when absolutely necessary, and often when one has already been backed into a corner. Why?”
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That was a rhetorical question, if ever there was one. Mothra lifted up her second pair of arms, each clawed hand poised dangerously beneath their sacks as both kaiju’s could do nothing but stand there, balls utterly defenseless.
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“Pride.” \*WHACK!\*
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“Urg!” Godzilla grunted as Mothra punched the underside of his scaly pouch (where her claw wasn’t squeezing), eyes shut tight as the nut ache assailed him.
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“Ego.” \*WHAM!\*
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“Guh!” Kong yelped as pain and nausea rolled through him in waves, his tenderized baby-makers screaming out in agony.
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“A general unwillingness to admit to needing help.”
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She twisted her grips, eliciting sharp cries of pain from the two males who’s prized possessions she clutched.
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“So…” She stated in a tone of voice that didn’t allow for interruption. “…I propose this. Learn to work together. Or else…”
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Suddenly, Mothra released her grip, allowing the unfortunate testicles a split second break before all four of her hands shot up, each grasping an individual gonad before she \*squeeeeeeezed\* them with all of her strength.
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Godzilla and Kong both wailed in unison, the agony nearly proving too much for them as their legs shook and knees trembled. All they could do was stare through squinted eyes down at the source of their agony, the (admittedly) sexy moth kneeling between them.
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“Got it?” She inquired, sure her intentions were clear.
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They were. Both ballbusted kaiju’s hurriedly nodded, hoping she’d finally let them go. After a few moments, Mothra nodded and released their equally tenderized nutsacks, lowering her arms.
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\*KA-CRUNCH!!!\*
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As one, all four limbs shot up, uppercutting both ballsacks with enough force to actually lift them from the ground for a split second, nads caught agonizingly between a rock and a hard place (that being her fists and their own pelvises).
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Stepping away, Mothra allowed Godzilla and Kong to collapse to the floor, both males curled up into fetal positions as they cradled their tenderized balls. Before she left though, she gave Godzilla’s rear a firm smack.
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“I’ll see you at home, love.” She spoke before turning and flying off, leaving the two to wallow in their nut-based misery.
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The duo laid there for a while, moaning and groaning as they tried (and failed) to will the uniquely male agony in their loins to go away. They would indeed need to work on working together, if they wanted to avoid future ballbustings, but for now, with nothing else to do, they simply stayed where they were, pointedly avoiding eye contact as they fell into a peaceful silence.
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“B-bet I could take more pain than you.” Kong muttered a few minutes later, glancing over at his rival through squinted eyes. Godzilla didn’t even look at him.
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“Fuck you.”