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Somewhere on the Pacific Ocean…
A little commotion let the underwater neighborhood know that its biggest resident has decided to come out for a morning stroll. Its body could make whales feel like the very krill they eat, so big it pushed them away with the currents generated by just calmly undulating in the deep blue. Titano felt chipper that day even though he usually hated the coming of spring time because while it meant he could finally resume his herb gathering shenanigans, the atmosphere and the old memories it carried for him were… bitter.
The kaiju forced himself to push those feelings back into the cold abyss behind him, and focused on plans for the day: a trip to the arctic waters to say hi to a fellow titan, give him the medicine that was requested and maybe find something tasty to help him gain enough fat to sleep for a couple more weeks. He usually could nap through the whole season, but this year things were a bit strange, and the gentle giant couldn’t keep himself from waking up and cutting short his slumber. Now, most titans on the surface were hibernating, while he got a pass from the King himself due to his more calm nature, it was a rare opportunity to travel around the globe in peace and without fear of getting in trouble; so he had decided to enjoy what life had going for him.
—if I can’t have that… well, at least I got to live in peace—, he murmured, stopping by the first glacier, watching amused at the mass of tiny birds on one of the ice sheets, —so cute~, and now there are even tinier ones!— the titan exclaimed, giddily clutching the sealed clay pot and making a call to awaken his old friend, —hmm, I have a good feeling… today it’s gonna be a great day!~— he finally chirped, listening to the other kaiju lazily answering in the background.
Somewhere in the depths of space…
Every once in a while he gets… this nagging little ich in his body. At the beginning he somehow resisted the “call”, as he came to name it, but with each cycle it was becoming worse and worse. Before long he was forced to find relief, usually in the form of a battle, crushing enemy after enemy, and yet it was not enough.
He felt hot, feverish for the first time ever since he had gained consciousness, like his entire body was inside a dying star even when he was standing in the middle of the coldest planet available around his corner of the cosmos. One day, amidst the heat of yet another fight something changed: the other creature, covered in tendrils, had accidentally rubbed the lover part of his abdomen, making him shiver, a disturbing but enjoyable feeling unlike anything before. He concluded his match and triumphantly roared at the stars over the new cadaver, only to have that bothersome itch come back on full force. Space considered his options and gave himself a little nudge back in the same spot with his own tail… Dammit it only made things worse, his body had made his urinary apparatus fling out of his slit, but… he really didn't feel like peeing??
The matter was getting more confusing by the second, since yeah, he felt an urge, a need, but not to relieve himself and yet, that part of his body was the one worse afflicted by the fever. He even considered just ripping his organs and letting them grow again to see if it helped, but the moment he grabbed his phallus, it was like seeing a sun implode. That spark went all over his body and by pure instinct, he went through a few experimental strokes, then more and more, until the desired relief finally came, even though he wasn't expecting it to be.. like that, white and weird, unlike the usual biological waste that came from that canal… was he sick? Regardless, relief is relief and getting a little break from his tormented state was better than nothing.
The following days and weeks he kept repeating that routine, but soon it was apparent that this new method was not enough to stop that cursed “call”, maybe he was sick and it was getting worse! Unfortunately for him, there weren't many creatures willing to talk with the crystal freak; not that he needed it, at least not until now. The new wave of heat was driving the monster insane, he felt restless even in the coldest depths of space but the help he needed finally came in the unexpected visit of an old “acquaintance” of his.
Gigan came to the same forgotten rock full of ice for the sole purpose of killing the dangerous beast that was causing trouble for his current employers, but found the thing dead and that horrible crystal brute… entertained with himself. The cyborg had frozen the moment he saw that thing and the feeling went from pure terror to utter disgust upon realizing what had the other kaiju so preoccupied.
—Oh for the love of—...!!!— he immediately shut his beak, realizing the error of even uttering a loud breath in his presence, —(fuck if he catches me watching that I'm dead, gone!, and I will be the subject of his next… fun times alone)— that last thought made him feel nausea, even with how little of his flesh remained —(fuuuck… and I thought myself a fucking degenerate! that crystal psycho outdid himself!)—
The cyborg was thinking about just backing out to wait until the disgusting freak went away so he could collect the corpse and get his money, but then came a sound… loud and piercing in that empty planetoid. Like a shriek of pure horror, it went ringing through the air and it was coming from the internal communicator device installed in his neck. The damn thing malfunctioned at the worst possible moment.
It was just a matter of seconds, with that poor mercenary feeling more gelid than the wasteland around him and watching as that mass of muscle and crystals stopped abruptly to raise its ugly head and turn around to fixate his burning red eyes on him. The monstrosity let out a single buff, making a cloud of hot vapor escape his gaping maw… and Gigan finally snapped free to run. He fled from his life as fast as he could, but a hurling crystal spear landed right on his chest. It didn't kill him by very little, but it sure hindered any chance of escaping. If he knew or cared for the concept of praying, right now the poor thing will be screaming the whole Bible.
Space came from behind, making the place rumble and shake with each step, —dammit!—, whimpered Gigan, —that fat brute doing this on purpose!! There's no way on hell I'm about to die like thi—
—The fuck are you yapping about?—, the crystal monster cut him short, it’s booming voice making his auditory sensors crackle and hurt, while the poor bastard keep yanking himself in a futile attempt to dislodge the spear form his chest
—I won't be part of your depraved hobby!! I will rather SELF DESTROY than being fucked to death!—, if he could still cry, his face would be a cascade of tears and snot by now.
Space blinked a few times annoyed —dunno which drugs are you on, but I want some answers and you better sober up or this place will be your damn grave—, with a grunt the brute destroyed his crystal spear but not before taking out the cyborg’s tail, and grabbing him by the neck, while keeping both of his arm blades immobilized with his tail, almost pulling them out of their sockets.
— Something…—, having to share that with that sad critter was humiliating, but better that than doing nothing, — Something is happening with my body and I want you to fix it!, your bloody tiny pets know how to create things like us, they must know how to fix shit inside us!— The cyborg was clearly freaking out and that was thinning Space's patience way faster than usual, but he finally got to squeeze some useful information out of that metal chicken.
Gigan managed to stop struggling for a moment, —wa— wait! Tell me what's wrong with you? I may… I may be able to do something! (Pleaseee tell me you’re about to finally die, please tell me it's TERMINAL, dammit!!)—
Space was trying his absolute best to swallow his pride, —I… my body keeps raising its temperature, it makes me feel restless, and.. and something is wrong with one of my waste canals! White stuff comes out of it if I rub my dick, and it’s NOT piss!—
Gigan was… speechless, —ahm.. wait… you mean like when you masturbate?— he asked, trying with all his might to not laugh, —(don't tell me this troglodyte has no idea about that... oh fuck...! )—
Space came closer to his face, cooling down any trace of amusement inside Gigan, —what is this about “masturbate”, use normal words dammit!—, the brute growled, and it didn’t seem like was in the mood for pulling a nasty joke on a random alien, the monster was pretty serious about his concern.
The cyborg will never know how he managed to explain the whole process to Space, with a perfectly stern face and professionalism, and even helped the cosmic horror with remembering the few times in life when he stopped for enough time on a planet to observe the process for himself. Naturally, he never had that much curiosity over anything the other inferior life forms did, until it was his turn to suffer the same needs.
The titan was not a fan of the idea, but the more he meditated about it, the more logical it seemed, well… the space chicken existence may have finally got the chance to prove useful to him beyond his regular amusement, —so? HOW do I fix this shit??—, he finally concluded, as the cyborg swallow hard on his artificial throat, — oh boy….—
Saying that Gigan wasn’t comfortable with his presence in his ship is a stretch, but Space wanted to know everything about this strange “condition” and more important, how to get rid of it. They ran a couple of tests, the few that could be done on the crystal behemoth, and found no trace of any damage or infection, but his hormones were going nuts, so yeah, he was just unusually horny, —but I already did the damn thing with the white stuff, it only works for a while and then it gets worse!! Look!”
He trusted his hips forward, showing his swollen appendages to an horrified Gigan,— now there's TWO of them and they even hurt if I don't do the dammit thing for a while!!—
The mercenary was gonna need a visor replacement, and a good memory wipe from that one; no… that kind of vision was now branded on his very soul, the poor thing, —ma.. maybe you’re going into h.. heat, I dunno man!— he squeaked, trying and failing miserably to stop his body from trembling, if out of fear or utter repulsion, it was hard to guess.
It would normally amuse Space to see something cowering in utter dread, but right now, he wanted his fucking answers, and quickly. —The fuck?? I can survive planets covered in pure hell, full of volcanoes blasting their guts out-...—, he was, surprisingly, cut short by Gigan, who seemed to suddenly gain a spine out of pure frustration. —Not that kind of heat!!, the sex we talked about you brute! When was the last time you banged something?—, the pipsqueak yelled, making the giant burst out in laughter and that, somehow, was even more scary than his usual demeanor.
—Pfft! What do you take me for? rutting like those beasts, with one of many sad parasites that live on these floating balls of rock??—, he kept laughing, but it seemed like it was more to ease his own discomfort than another of his regular mocking laughs.
—(oh… so he's a still a virgin, dammit!, if only he wasn't sooo fucking nasty!, I’m sure his first time would sell quite high to right maniacs) Listen!…—. Gigan motioned trying to regain his focus after that revelation, —all the stuff you’re describing to me sounds like a heat cycle, it’s not a big deal, you only go around, do the dee for a few days or weeks and things calm down, maybe blow up the place afterwards—, he was trying his best to keep things diplomatic, but the damn brute sure was testing his will to live.
—and I'm mean to fuck exactly what??, you??—, the poor chicken almost choked with its own saliva, his beak trembling a little bit —ye..s... NO!!… I don’t know… just, why don’t you go to that bloody planet where that fat lizard lives?—, Gigan’s master negotiation abilities were falling a little there as he got more focused on trying to put a bit more distance between himself and the space brute. Poor cyborg sure was glad Megalon was still hibernating, things were getting very ugly in the room.
—WHAT??!—, the light inside Space’s crystals flare up, a final warning letting Gigan know that his next words may have a say in how many pieces he was gonna be after this encounter was done.
—heeey.. I’m just saying that since your biological side came from there, theeen maybe you may have a better chance of satiating your urges with something from that planet… also!, there’s all sorts of creatures our size, it’s… it’s a good starting point!!—, the cyborg yelled, almost covering himself with his blades, waiting for the inevitable blow.
Space only grunted annoyed, but even with all his hatred for the place this damn chicken may have yet again some sense behind his pathetic squeaks.
—Ahh fuck it!— he grumbled, shaking his tail impatiently, —if nothing good comes out of that mud ball at least I may get a few laughs at murdering some worms in the surface— with that said, and bit more of the light show that were his crystals, he departed Gigan’s hideout, not before trashing the place a little bit more, just to give the mercenary something to remember him while he was out on his little expedition.
Gigan was fuming but very grateful to be both alive and have his poor body relatively safe from that savage, so the cyborg departed to the opposite corner of the universe as soon as he could. He almost felt sorry for the poor alien or aliens that were gonna be used to satiate that beast, welp!, better them than he and his… companion, in the hibernating chamber. Megalon owned him one from handling this shit while he was getting a good nap in the back.
Space traveled quickly, caring little for whatever havoc he may cause on his crusade. Nobody in the universe could have yanked this truth out of his cold dead body, but Space had to at least admit it to himself: the closer he got to that planet, the worse the urge became. He did contemplate the possibility of just, going as far away from that place every time the clock marked his time of misery, but that… that wouldn't be any different from escaping, and worse, admitting that this damn thing twisting his guts had any control of him, and it even dictated how long could he visit this rancid corner of the universe. Fuck no!, not him, he was going to land in that hellish jungle full of savages and get the motherfucking relief he needed.
As soon as he passed Saturn there was no coming back, something about that forgotten planet was almost dragging him in, but the space faring brute took it with his chin high up, whatever this deal was, he wasn’t about to tuck his tail. He finally landed on the surface of the planet, and nothing… there weren't any other kaiju on site. Dammit, he’s sure that most of this planet's inhabitants remembered him quite well, and probably went into hiding as soon as they could sense him, with the exception of that little shit Gojira. Well, even if he had to drag them up by the tail, someone was gonna have to… fuck, even thinking of doing that, with a pathethic earthling make his stomach curl, and yet, the other feeling, that cursed ever growning need, quickly overlapped itself and send his initial disgust to oblivion.
Luckly, his powerful senses could catch some strange noises, loud enough that, judging by the distance, should come from creatures around his size. Good, he followed the commotion hoping there would be something interesting; if we could not satisfy his urges at least there would be a snack or two to distract his hungry mind~, oh! the crunching of bones! that always calmed him down. Turning around the ice mountains he saw two large kaijus battling in the sea, or more exactly, one large snake-like thing bullying a red aquatic looking creature. He couldn’t see much in all the tossing and turning, but amidst the water flying in all directions, he could smell something faint but very sweet that distinguished itself from the salty sea, and it made his senses flare up.
Space came closer, watching as the poor red thingy was clearly panicking and trying to escape more than actually fighting the manda attacking it; and more important: it was becoming more and more clear that the sweet scent came from this unfortunate fella.
—Well, bite me but I need both a good meal and some directions, and maybe… some fun…— he thought with a devilish grin, coming through the battle field with all his weight and pretty much ripped the manda out of the red kaiju, who fell to his front by the sheer force of Space’s pull, landing on one of the alien’s flexed knees. The manda tried to twist around and coil itself around Space, but it was a futile effort, and the colossal kaiju only needed to tighten up his grip to crush and pulverize the serpent’s spine. The thing twitched around a few more times as the imposing entity was making a little examination of his soon to be dinner, but it was short lived, when some faint coughing reminded him of the red monster. The creature was still clinging to his knee, like it was a rock on a storming sea, trying to catch air and to ignore all the pain from the cuts and bites.
Space chuckled a little, —my, my… you’re a lucky little thing uh?—, he then put the manda to a side to talk more directly to, what he expected to be, a loyal and very grateful subject — a tiny bit more and you would have ended as tonight’s dinner instead of him—
—Ah, th-...thank you… wha— what is… your name?—, said the other, still sipping in air and spitting out a bit of saliva, but getting enough strength to lift up its face and stare directly at Space.
—Well, to be honest I—....ah… ooh….— he was speaking with his usual side eye, barely giving a glance to the red titan, but as soon as the other kaiju finally looked up, Space’s neck snapped to get a good look at it. In that moment the clouds dispersed enough to let the moon shine just right to encase his features: bright red skin full of little black spots, looking like a precious gemstone with the glimmering of the salt water and the moonlight, a cute pointy snout, and two glowing and stylized golden eyes that radiated gratefulness.
—So… pretty…— that was all that came from the crystal brute, looking like the waves have carried with them all of his previous eloquence and dominating aura; he could almost swear the entire world went quiet around them.
—Uhhh… AH!— the other one answered, after finally coming back to reality and catching up to the fact that all this time they were so close, —my apologies!! I... I was honestly seeing quite blurry just now and... you helped me, and… and I didn’t even realize that I was using your knee to keep my balance, I… oh my… this is so embarrassing, what a joke…—, the poor kaiju just kept lowering the tone of its voice with each word while hiding its face between its clawed hands, —Ocean depths, please just swallow me right now!—
—Wh.. WHAT??—, the poor red fella flinched at the sudden change of Space’s tone — oh sh— no wait!, it’s ok… I’m.. hehe… I just… I was just not… expecting to see such a cute thing in the middle of nowhere!—, Space was weirded out by himself, first off he never apologized, in fact, when was the last time in all his life that he has even tried to apologize to someone? Dammit!!, now was not the time, he needed to focus!, but even trying to keep eye contact with this lovely critter was becoming an impossible task, why the ever loving fuck was he so nervous??
The other one was even quieter than before, still covering its snout with its hands, and that only made Space even more self aware, —it’s… ah… a- are you hungry?—, he felt like an idiot, but his brain was not cooperating, and in trying to find a good way to… he didn’t even know, keep the other from leaving?, from panicking?? all his thinking-matter could formulate was that stupid ass question.
The other kaiju lifted its dorsal fins and antennae back up at the question, —oh!, well not really, I’m more… sore that anything, but thanks for asking… besides, you got the kill so, it’s yours big guy~—, that made something move inside Space, and even that was a mess, he didn’t even know if that little word, “sore”, made him worry for the red babe or… better not think about that, focus motherfucker!!
—you uhh... you’re not from here, right? Are you from the inside of the planet, or…?—, the red kaiju continued, finally lowering its hands from his face and sniffing around.
—I, ah… I came frooom… from there!—, he said, abruptly pointing his index claw to the starry sky, looking straight with big open eyes to a random point behind the red kaiju, trying to calm down those stupid nerves. The other one blinked a few times confused…his rescuer acted more… funny, by the minute, maybe the cold was bothering him? Also, what was that smell? but he finally caught on to what the strange fella meant and slowly raised its head to contemplate the huge dark mantle covering them; that night seemed to have twice as many stars.
—From the stars?.. you come from.. outside?—, the red one was lost on the millions of shining dots that glittered adobe them, its beautiful face radiating pure awe. Space was in a similar state but from watching this… this vision of a creature! (now that the other’s eyes were up there), and that knot in his stomach tightened up… he wanted her, and nobody else will do. The gears inside his brain started to turn, ‘cause he sure as fuck wasn’t leaving this nasty planet empty handed and specially not after finding such an appetizing morsel!
—Amm, you live around here…?—, the crystal kaiju was the first one to break the silence, letting out a churr and putting the twisted corpse of the manda in front of him in a reflex move. The other titan looked at him and then at the dead sea serpent with an awkward expression, letting Space realize how weird was that move, it looked like he was hiding behind the damn thing!, that was a pathetic gesture, it only made him seem vulnerable and insecure, why was his body acting up and being so uncoordinated? He quickly put the snake back to the side and tried to flash his companion a toothy grin, —like I was.. uh, saying… you live ‘round here sweetie?—
—¡Oh!—, the red one chuckled—, I live in warmer waters, but I like to come here from time to time and…—, he lowered up his dorsal spine and antennae, looking to the sea around them, — if you are looking for a place to stay while here on this world, you.. you could come with me!... for, well, as long as you need it~—, the creature finished its sentence by clapping its hands together and moving the head a little to the side with a soft smile, making its collar full of shells jingle with the movement.
Space was about to blow up, but he resisted, dammit that cutie-pie was not making this any easier, —Su..sure babe!!—, he cleared his throat a little after realizing the last part was overdoing it a bit, seeing how the red kaiju’s eyes narrowed at the last word. —Sh.. show me the way!—, the crystal titan finally shouts, letting the rocks on his shoulders and the blades on his back glow up and down; for all the mess inside his mind and body, at least he could genuinely pat himself on the back for formulating coherent sentences.
That beautiful creature relaxed back again at the light show, and rewarded him with another soft chuckle, —Oh my!~ you really look like something out of this world! your plates shine like stars! so pretty—, it softly moved around its fan-like tail, —(he’s not very subtle haha, but it’s still kinda cute~ maybe with a good bath and some maintenance on his claws he could make a nice roommate.. ah! I knew today was gonna be a great day after all!)—
Space took up an unconscious big sip of air, almost choking himself up… FUCK!! the red babe was impressed, no, no, no, she was fascinated by his looks!!, dammit he knew his game was lit but actually hearing it from her! However, before he could take the chance to do anything, the red kaiju gave him an amused glance and went into the water with a happy chirp, —Follow me big guy!~—, letting his dorsal fins lead the way to its nest out of the arctic.
Space deflated a bit, but quickly recovered himself and followed his future mate, floating, as fast as he could because despite being part godzillasaurus it was clear his body plan was not meant to be that of a swimmer. He watched with an ever growing frown how his partner went further and further away, and kept clutching his maw from saying anything. His mind has been acting up ever since he came across that yummy red treat, but he still had more than enough pride inside to resist calling out for the other to go slower. Hell nah!, that would make him look like a loser!, and it will spoil the power demonstration he gave earlier with the sea noodle. Even that felt so weird; that he, the crystal bastard, saved the day and protected someone else, well… it’s not like it was out of sheer altruism~
Finally, when he was about to give in to the panic of losing her track, the red kaiju slowed down and stopped seemingly in the middle of nowhere. —my cave system is down here!— the other one announced, making Space a bit nervous, since he had never gone deep down any sea, not into a cave system at least. As said before, he wasn’t the best of swimmers and some of his worst experiences were on worlds with dark murky and dense environments. Even more, the thoughts of getting stuck and making a fool of himself were biting the back of his mind. However, anything for his future bride!
—Lead the way sweetie!—, he smirked, watching how the red kaiju chirped again and raised his body slightly to dive in full force under the water and into the black abyss. The monster barely formed any gesture with his face, even if his cute lady wasn’t watching, Space refused to show any sign of discomfort, and sure enough. He retracted most of the crystals on his body just in case, leaving only the dorsal plates, some bits on his elbows and the two main formations on his shoulders, albeit way smaller than their usual size. Once the fiend was sure his body was cave-proof enough, he levitated his entire mass into the dark embrace of the planet’s ocean, —wait until I get my hands on that soft flesh~—