File type: OpenOffice Document (.odt) [Download]
-----------------------------------------
Could not generate preview text for this file type.
-----------------------------------------
Could not generate preview text for this file type.
A commission done for me by Anonymous
The Ghidora brothers bite off more then they can chew when they try to capture Mothra.
Characters owned by Toho
Triple Threat
Mothra dived around a corner and into a narrow alley, empty except for the bright streak of sunlight and the shadows. She stopped, her DDD-cups swinging for about a second in inertia, and pressed herself into a silent doorway. She stayed there, listening to the pounding of her heart, the air rushing in and out of her lungs.
Her bust still jiggled under her white polo shirt as she leaned her hands onto her brown-skinned knees just below her skirt hem, drawing labored breaths. In the silence, she could hear the steps of the three Ghidorah brothers hurtling down the street around the corner. They were getting closer.
The moth-girl’s heart pecked like crazy, despite her exhaustion. The three Ghidorahs were after her because they thought she had some way to make them stronger. She didn’t, in fact, but she didn’t trust them for a moment to stand still and hear her out. For all she knew, if they realized that she didn’t know, they might just decide to eat her or torture her for information she didn't have.
Three on one odds were not a bet Mothra would take if she could avoid it and the thought of fighting a battle she wouldn't win by taking it head on, forced her out of her hiding-spot.
She cast a glance down the alley. There didn’t seem to be any better option than running to the other end and hoping she’d lose them, or find someone or something that might help her. She stretched her wings briefly – but it was too risky. If the brothers saw her airborne, they might just shoot her down or just fly after her. There were no hiding places bigger than a doorway.
Her heartbeat picked up further. One of the house fronts looked in decided disrepair, with spotted stucco and one smashed window. Mothra ran for it, yanking the door-handle hoping it would open. It didn’t give and not wanting to make to much noise she flickered her gaze around and saw a window that wasn’t too high up.
Pressing the tip of her tongue between her beak, she brushed the shards of glass out of the frame and snaked through, legs and stinger flailing to give her purchase. Her polo and pleated blue school skirt weren’t designed for situations like this, but she got through easy enough and let herself drop to the floor on the other side.
The moth-girl got to her hands and knees, gazing around. The house was indeed deserted, if the broken exterior hadn’t been enough of a sign: the room – a kitchen, she guessed – was dusky and silent, drifted over with dust. She didn’t have time to draw more than one breath, however. The footsteps of several soles echoed out in the alley.
Hunching up, not daring to breathe, Mothra padded towards the far door, skirt fluttering about her thighs. Don’t come any closer. Perhaps they wouldn’t. Either way, she couldn’t take the risk of staying here. Perhaps she’d find another exit.
When she’d reached the hallway, she heard straining, a male voice cursing. She still tried to stay quiet for another breath or two. Something landed with an agile jump on the kitchen floor, and Mothra ran.
She found a staircase in darkened wood and flung herself up the steps. Her slender build didn’t make the wood creak. She reached the top floor and crouched behind the banister, heart pecking hard enough to shake her frame. Footsteps below, and muffled voices.
“... split up. That way, she won’t sneak out behind us.” The triplets’ voices were almost identical, but that had to be Ichi, always the dominant one.
The footsteps were separating below her. The first stair creaked.
Mothra breathed again, every limb of her charged with adrenaline. If one of them came for her alone, she would at least have a fair chance.
Either way, she would have a better advantage fighting him almost anywhere else. She glanced around at the dark doorways along the dusty corridor, trying to gauge which one would be the best. As she turned, something brushed against her antenna. The moth-girl jumped, just suppressing a gasp. She looked up and saw the pull-string of a trapdoor.
She had bare moments before her pursuer reached the landing. She yanked the string, and as soon as the hatch opened enough, she leapt and fluttered her wings to carry her the rest of the way.
The attic was much brighter, almost blinding, light falling pale through spiderweb-draped windows. Mothra glanced around for anything to use as a weapon. There were a few loose boards and spars stacked along a wall, and a large roll of some construction material nearby, reaching almost to her hips. Someone had left a roll of silver tape on top. Her gaze bounced between the boards and the hatch. Her pursuer must have seen the pull-string swinging. That was good. She wasn’t trying to hide from him.
The kaiju teen poked his bone-yellow head through the trapdoor. Mothra swung at it with the spar, but he was already pulling himself up, muscles bunching under his white polo sleeves, and the stroke hit him on the side of the neck. The youth hissed like an animal and emerged from the hatch, advancing on her, spined tail lashing and eyes ablaze.
He thought he had nothing to fear from Mothra, and that confidence was his undoing. He leapt at her, but she still had the spar. She slammed it into the side of his reptilian head, and it struck clear of the spikes armoring his skull. When he faltered, Mothra whacked him again. The yellow-scaled kaiju collapsed, sending the floorboards rattling.
The moth kaiju remained standing over him, chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths, spar still in her hand. She wasn’t going to kill him; not when he couldn’t fight back. Just leave him?
She grabbed the roll of tape from the insulation and went to work. First, she pulled the male kaiju’s arms behind his back and wrapped them in the sturdy tape, from the hands and up above the wrists. If he wakes now, at least he won’t be able to do anything. It didn’t require any strength to maneuver his floppy limbs, but they had that rubbery weight of unconsciousness.
Mothra propped her captive up against the attic wall. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath, triumph finally catching up with her. She looked down at the heavily muscled, yellow-scaled teenage kaiju with the curved spikes along the sides of his head. There was no way to find out which one it was as long as he was out cold, but from his aggressiveness and arrogance, she guessed it might be Ichi himself, which meant she had taken out the leader of the brothers.
Steady. You’re not out of the cocoon yet. She started wrapping the tape round and about his polo-clad torso, pinning his tied arms to his sides. The reptilian kaiju hadn’t returned to consciousness yet, but he drew a light breath and his hands twitched in their casing of tape. Mothra’s heart jumped in her chest.
The scare was soon over, and she set about wrapping his trouser-clad legs: first around his muscular ankles over his white tube socks; then around his thighs.
"Mmmmmm" Ichi moaned in his sleep, his eyelids twitching. Nimbly, Mothra pressed some tape across his mouth for a gag, then looped it a couple of times around his snout. She’d gone a bit over-the-top tying his torso and legs: the roll was almost down to nothing. She straightened up, shaking out her tense shoulders, transparent wings fluttering with the movement. At least Ichi was in no state to bother her any more and sure of her captive helplessness she walked toward the attic hatch.
"Mmmmmm" Ichi moaned into his gag as his eyelids fluttered again.
Upon hearing the sound the voluptuous kaiju turned on her way to the hatch.
“Not as easy to catch this queen as you thought huh Ichi!” she mocked as she bounced her breasts in Ichi's direction.
"MMPPHH" Ichi grunted in rage as he took in his humiliating defeat, struggling to try and free himself of his duct tape prison as he glared at her retreating form.
Ignoring her helpless opponent she knelt down next to the hatch and glanced down along the hallway in both directions. Then she lowered herself down, landing quietly and for a moment she stood still, listening, not picking up any sounds.
She padded towards the stairs and peered down.
There was a figure at the bottom of the stairs. In the dusk, she made out pale-yellow scales and the white of a school polo. Mothra drew as far back as she could without losing sight of him. He hadn’t seen her. Judging from his somewhat slouched position, he was gazing along the downstairs hallway, maybe standing guard for her. Blocking the way. Mothra’s eyes narrowed. If she jumped down the stairs, she might take him out without a fight.
She stepped back and felt something hard but fleshy press against her back.
At first she was too shocked to react: she’d looked in all the rooms, how was it possible for on of the Ghidorah brother's to get the drop on her? The reptilian kaiju tried locking grabbing her in a bear hug and raw panic claimed Mothra’s brain. She duck, avoiding the bear hug just in time and rolled, popping back to her now facing her assailant.
The reptilian had been banking on taking her by surprise. NI, shaking off his failure finally succeeded in grappling with Mothra on the cramped landing thought the small space favoured neither of them. Mothra pressed her beak shut, struggling not to make a noise and draw the attention of the brother waiting below. NI fought silently as well: perhaps from arrogance, perhaps taken too aback by her resistance to call for aid.
Changing holds, the male kaiju had locked his arms around her waist, too strong a grip for her to slip out of, but Mothra leaned backward, gaining leverage, and smashed him back-first into the wooden wall. The noise made her teeth grind in sympathy, but it was that or letting her foe strangle her. NI's grip faltered and he let go of her as he slumped to the floor.
He wasn’t done yet. Using his tail as support, he scrambled up, baring his teeth, but Mothra got him with a kick to the side of the head. NI fell slack, his head hanging comically to one side. He wasn’t dead, for sure. But was he unconscious, or merely groggy?
Mothra spent a precious second glancing downstairs, prepared to run for cover – but the San was still there. He didn’t even seem to have turned their direction.
She glanced around, desperate for something to hold her enemy. The tape up in the attic? She didn’t want to turn her back on him for that long, and there wouldn’t be enough tape left on the roll to tie him up properly: his hands, perhaps a gag. Her gaze caught on something yellow: a roll of plastic-sheathed electric wire in the shadowy corner and a white cloth tarp for covering furniture.
Luck was still on her side: the Ghidorah brother didn’t move as she wound out a hefty length of wire and sliced it on the cutter. She looped it a few times around his immobile wrists, and found herself able to breathe again: he was out of commission now.
She slung the wire down and around his blue-trouser-ed legs in several turns, above and below his knees, then used the loop as a handle to drag him into the nearest empty room and prop him up sitting against a wall. This way, she was out of sight and hearing from the stairway.
In the windowless room – not much more than a closet – with bare, scratched yellow plaster walls, she finished up her work. She tied the reptilian kaiju’s ankles together, then slung the wire around his torso and arms, pulling them together without hope of escape. The wire was narrow, but strong enough that she wouldn’t be able to tear it with her bare hands.
She added a few loops to be on the safe side. She didn’t have a gag to hand, but she couldn’t leave him able to call for his brother. Mothra walked over and ripped a long square off the furniture cover, tying the scrap around her enemy’s broad snout and behind his head over his cheek-spikes.
Wanting to make sure he would have no change of pulling his gag off, she also tied his bound hands to his knees so he couldn't reach up at all.
"Mmpphh" Ni grunted into his gag as he came back to consciousness just as she pulled the it tight to his head. His eyes bulged in shock and he yanked at the wire tying his bound hands to his legs: more by instinct than anything else. Mothra’s breath caught in her throat, but the wire held.
"MMPPHH" Ni yelled into his gag as he made a couple of attempts of trying to shake it off, but it was pulled firmly around his muzzle, effectively muffling his voice. The dragon-kaiju stopped, glaring at her over the edge of the gag. Evidently, he’d realized that struggling would achieve nothing except humiliating him more. It was hard to tell his emotions with most of his face covered, but she could tell he was angry by the glare in his eyes.
“I’ve already got one of your brothers,” Mothra taunted, leaning close over him to keep the noise down. “Just one left to go, and you can’t do anything to stop me. And to think, you boys thought it'd be easy to catch me, hah!”
"Mmpphh, nhh'll phn fhr thnf" NI grunted into his gag in anger and embarrassment as he jerked ineffectively against his bonds, barely jerking in place.
"Boop" Mothra told him is she bopped him on the nose as soon as he stopped, just to watch him squirm again in helpless anger.
Ni third fit of anger brought an almost blinding rush of power, as if her fight were already done. It was enough to make her slightly dizzy as she straightened up and turned to the hallway. She would have loved to stay and taunt him some more – that was a sure path to getting the tables turned on her.
Behind her, her captive let out another “mmpphh!”, rolling from side to side in his restraints and trying to bang his upper torso against the wall. She doubted he’d make enough of a noise to alert the remaining brother. She stalked back into the corridor, skirt fluttering around her brown thighs, wings trembling behind her.
Luckily, despite the noise and time it took to secure the other two brother's, San was still posted at the bottom of the stairs. For a moment, she thought he might be some lifelike decoy, rigged up to draw her down – but no, she saw his shoulders rise and fall in a sigh.
She poised herself with her feet together on the uppermost stair, unfolded her wings and dived into a silent glide.
*
San had waited on his post as Middle Brother had told him to, as bait while Ni hunted the Mothra. Not even the muffled smacks and thuds from the top of the stairs had been able to distract him from his duty.
The noises were gone now, at least. The youngest Ghidorah yawned, stretching his arms over his head, causing his white polo shirt to pull tight over his frame. He looked along the shadowy hallway. This was so boring, his brothers making him wait while they got to hunt for her. Once the three of them caught her, she'd pay from making them chase her like this.
As soon as he dropped his arms down to his sides, a sudden weight appeared on his back. He could feel an impressive bust press against his back as strong and shapely legs pinned his arms to his sides. For a moment, San was to shocked too cry out, is mouth hanging open in stunned surprise. In that moment his assailant forced a large, dusty rag into his muzzle and deep inside his mouth.
“Mmmmfff!” the younger Ghidorah tried to yell, but the sound came out muffled and distorted.
San tried chomping down on the rag to get at his enemy’s fingers with his fangs, but the cloth made it hard to bite down and only served to pull more of the cloth down his throat. The rag was dry and full of powdery dust, it made him need to cough, and there was nowhere for the cough to go. He struggled to free up his arms, but Mothra’s legs held them pinned to his torso like a straitjacket.
Her legs, wearing white socks and black shoes crossed around his polo clad chest. She was fully off the ground, riding piggyback on him as he staggered in a zigzag across the hallway.
"Mmmfff!" San grunted into the rag down his throat as he whipped his body around, trying to toss her clear. But she was locked around his torso and head as tightly as if she’d been another part of his body and the movements were just making her cling tighter, while making his head dizzier.
San tried to get oxygen into his lungs and couldn’t, his nostrils caught nothing but itching dust. The rag sucked into his nostrils with every attempt to breathe, and he was getting nowhere.
At that point, he thought about backing into a wall and slamming Mothra against it and maybe making her release him that way. But he was too late, with the world bulging and distorting around him, the wall was somewhere he couldn’t see it, it might have well as been a thousand miles away.
“Mmmfff!” He grunted again as he came to the end of his endurance, only noticing that it his voice sounded so faint.
"Mmmmmmm" San moaned in defeat as he toppled under the weight of his assailant, his vision blacking out and he never felt when he hit the floor.
*
Things were going on outside the darkness, but it took a good long while before San realized he wasn’t dreaming. Something tightened around his wrists, pulling them together behind his back, and the discomfort was enough to shake him back into reality. Some force was pulling his legs up as well, closer to his hands. Something itched under one of his pant legs, and he didn’t have his hands free to scratch it.
He couldn’t ignore the aches any more. His eyelids flickered open, the world turning into a milky blur and then into spots of color. He was lying on his side, looking vaguely down along his own body. A yellow plasticky string was looped around his upper body, locking his arms together and another length of it was wound many times around his thighs. He could also feel as he jerked against his bonds that his bound wrists and feet had been pulled together in a light hog-tie.
"Mmfffff!" San grunted into his gag as he tried to push it out of his mouth with his tongue, a few strands of string had been tied around his jaw in several turns to keep the rag in his muzzle.
The failure of this last endevour and the presence he felt kneeling over him caused him to turn swivel his eyes to his left. He could see the moth girl bent over him, pulling some final knot tight. All he could see of her without rolling his eyes into his head were her soft brown-grey arms and her white polo, swelling with her breasts, as well as a bit of her blue pleated skirt.
While her focus was on the knots, he rubbed the side of his head against the floor to wear through the gag rope. It wasn’t working, his head-spikes just grated against the wood, but he kept trying anyway.
“Grrrmmff.” San grunted into his bound muzzle as he struggled against his bonds.
Mothra straightened up, looking right into his eyes while he glared back at her.
“Oh, no time for chat,” she said, eyes twinkling. “We have somewhere we need to be.”
She grabbed the rope between his wrists and ankles and dragged him down the hallway. San was bigger than her, but she was strong enough to have minimal trouble pulling him along. With her using the rope as a handle, he couldn’t even move enough to make it harder for her.
“RRRRRGHHH!” San yelled into his gag which became immediately muffled as he yanked ineffectually at his bonds and glared at the Queen of the kaiju.
Mothra just tutted at him, as if she couldn’t even be bothered to waste words or even glance down at his useless display.
She dragged him into a room as empty as a cell and dropped him, leaving him on his front. The two people already in there glared back at him. Ichi lay on his side, his body almost cocooned in silver tape, unable to stretch his legs fully, more tape pulled across and around his snout. Ni was sitting up almost straight, wrists lashed together and tied to the twists of wire around his legs. San was forced to prop his head up, chin against the ground, neck aching, to be able to look at them.
Both stared at San over their gags, as if it was his fault they’d ended up like this.
“Hhy, dnth blhmm mhh, yh gth yrshlvhs cghht!” He’d forgotten the gag again.
Ichi, possibly, let out a “ghrmfh!” and struggled against his bonds, more like he wanted to beat up San than Mothra. Despite the desperation of his struggles, his restraints refused to break.
*
Mothra gazed down at her captured wannabe-hunters. They all had their eyes on her, even the one she’d left lying on his belly, their draconian faces rendered a bit more individual by the different gags. Her shoulders were still tense with the effort of dragging them all here, and she was sure she’d feel it tomorrow as well, but that was nothing to the violent surge of triumph that almost threatened to sweep her away.
“So,” she began, voice hoarse with pride. “Just imagine, if you idiots had called for help instead of trying to all take me solo, you’d be free now.”
There was a ferocious creak as one of the brothers rocked and tore at the wire, but if they could have burst through them with sheer muscle strength, they would have done by now. She threw a quick glance around the floor. Nothing there that might be used as an edge, except some wooden boards – and that would take hours to saw through the wire, not to mention the thick swatches of tape. Mothra felt a small smile on pull across her beak. All three glared at her, no doubt trying to bear their teeth behind their gags.
“Glare all you like, boys,” she said, unable to hold back a titter. “But you know it’s true, you know who’s pushed herself to victory despite the odds against her.”
“GRRRGH!” Ichi thrashed, jaws straining against the loops of tape.
“Thank you for proving my point Ichi.”
She faltered for a moment. Maybe the victory rush was leaving her.
Now, what was she going to do with them? Now that they were restrained and helpless she couldn't bring herself to kill or heaven forbid, cripple them. No matter how evil their intentions or actions were, she was not a vengeful kaiju and she should probably just leave them too the mercy of whoever came next into this building.
It was no worse than they deserved and leading her mate too them would be overkill for the situation they were in especially since she had humiliated them so thoroughly herself.
“Well, how resourceful,” a voice sounded behind her. “Didn’t take long to find you.”
Mothra recognised the voice, she tried to spin around to confront him, but it was like she was bolted to the floor. For a moment, she thought her initial rush of fear was paralyzing her, but the fear had passed into a resolution to fight to save herself and still her limbs wouldn't move.
She could only move her eyeballs to look down and what little she saw of her shoulders and massive breasts were lined with a pale actinic light: SpaceGodzilla’s telekinesis holding her in place.
“Mmmmmm!” she grunted into her paralyzed beak and refused to show as little fear at this sudden reversal as she could.
SpaceGodzilla’s telekinesis beam lifted her out of the way as lightly as if she’d been made of Styrofoam. He squeezed himself through the door-frame, the wood almost cracking around his bulky shoulder crystals.
"Mmmmmm!" Mothra voiced a muffled complaint through her beak as she made another effort at reaching him, but the beam held her caged, shut off from any interaction. Before her, SpaceGodzilla bent over Ichi, cutting the tape around his torso and legs with a couple of swiped of his claws, then removing the tape gag from his muzzle.
“About damn time!” Ichi snarled before all the tape was off. “You really took your sweet time, didn’t you?”
Ignoring him, SpaceGodzilla stomped on to the other two and sliced off their wires with rather less effort. Mothra couldn’t hold back a “grrgh!” Ni and San had the good graces to thank their rescuer: Ni politely, San a lot more profusely.
“So,” SpaceGodzilla said as he turned back to Mothra, holding a length of the slit wire between his hands. Mothra met his eyes, it was the only defiance she had left. If he meant to tie her up, at least he wasn’t planning on killing her now.
With a speed that didn’t fit his massive frame, the dinosaur like kaiju pulled her arms behind her back and lashed her forearms together. Bending down, he did the same with her ankles, pulling the wire tight against her white tube socks.
He looped the wire several times around her arms just below her breasts, as he pulled them tight and cinched the knot Mothra's melon's were pushed up a little. Unable to move she could still feel the flush under her fur as she blushed a little.
As Space Godzilla did the same to her arms just above her breasts, Mothra could feel the blush intensify as the rope was pulled tight. Her twin restraints caused her breasts to balloon outward and stretch her white polo shirt tighter against her boobs. Through out the whole ordeal so far, the beam didn’t let her move, not even enough to inconvenience him.
Mothra tried to stare at anything but him, in stubborn attempt to not acknowledge him, but that forced her all around, including the Ghidorah brothers. Two of them grinned at her form and predicament, though Ichi frowned. She felt her cheeks burn brighter in humiliation at them seeing her in this state after her victory over the three earlier.
"I think our Queen deserves a special something, wouldn't you agree boys" SpaceGodzilla declared with a smile as he levitated the saliva soaked rag from San's mouth into his hand.
"Don't you dare" the young queen thought at SpaceGodzilla as she watched him grin at her.
"MMMMMMMM" Mothra let out a muffled squeal of horror and jerked her uniform clad
body in vain as SpaceGodzilla brought up his hand to push the cloth into her beak.
"MMMMMMMM" Mothra's muffled tone turned to one of disgust as SpaceGodzilla shoved the rag into her mouth, almost deep enough to choke her.
"Oh fuck, it's like I'm kissing San" Mothra thought to herself in revulsion, if she'd been able to move she would have spit the cloth out as fast as she could. Since she couldn't, she'd have to keep herself from throwing up and brush her mouth out with toothpaste at the earliest opportunity.
SpaceGodzilla then grabbed some of the discarded tape and wrapped several layers around her head to hold it in place within her beak.
"Mmmffff" Mothra let out a muffled grunt of despair at the prospect of having to get all that tape off before she would be free of San's "taste".
The telekinesis dropped her and she managed to stay balanced for a few dizzying moments, before crashing to the floor. Luckily she landed on her ample breasts, which helped cushion her fall.
"Mmmpphh!" Mothra cried out into her gag in frustration as she felt her captor pull her bound legs up behind her as far as they’d go, then tethered them together with her wrists with another loop of wire. The end effect now left the poor moth bound in a much tighter hog-tie then she had put San in.
“MMMPPHH!” Mothra yelled into her gagged beak, her face red with embarrassment, anger, disgust and humiliation as she thrashed on the floor. She strove to snap her bindings, but the wire had been too strong for the brothers and it was certainly too strong for her.
“Now, where were we?” Ichi said, stepping up close to her face. “Oh yes. You were just bragging about how helpless we were and how you’d won, right?”
From her position, all she could see of him was his polished black dress shoes and a bit of his socks. They looked bigger now and right then, her entire mind was focused on how helpless she was with four kaiju that could out power her when she wasn't tied up.
“You've wasted enough time,” SpaceGodzilla growled above her.
“I just want to get her back.” Ichi was trying hard not to whine. “She beat us up, humiliated us...”
“And whose fault is that!” SpaceGodzilla cut him off. “ If the three hadn't underestimated her and two of had called for assistance, you wouldn't have needed me too free you" SpaceGodzilla growled out at the three brothers.
"Now, we leave, since my brother is on his way here and we must face him on our terms, when he is at his weakest.” SpaceGodzilla said as he glared at them in challenge.
Ichi opened his mouth to argue and protest again, but Ni interrupted, voice lower:
“Come brother, he’s right, let’s get out of here, there's always next time” Ni said to his irate sibling.
SpaceGodzilla and the three brothers walked out of the room, leaving the queen of the monsters helpless and tied up in the same wire she’d used to capture her foes earlier.
That part was enough to cause tears of frustration to leak from her eyes.
"Some queen I was through this ordeal" as she realized, that in the end she had made the same mistake as the Ghidora brother's and aloud her gloating pride blind her to danger. If she hadn't been so up her ass in victory she would have noticed SpaceGodzilla's aura and not been caught by surprise.
"Next time, be better" the young queen thought as she affirmed to herself that she would be better next time.
Self reflection over, she waited until she could no longer heard the footsteps before making another frenzied attempt at snapping her bonds. It hadn’t worked before, but she new she had to keep trying, especially now that there was no risk they would interrupt her.
“NNNNGGGGHH!” Mothra yelled into her gag as the young kaiju thrashed against the hard floor, which soon caused her plump breasts to chafe. With her breasts becoming too sensitive she rolled over onto her side and gave the wire between her wrists and ankles another tug, but to no avail.
"Mmpphh" Mothra grunted into her gag as tried rubbing her stinger against the wire, but it was for piercing, not a cutting edge. Though, even if she’d been able to cut that one wire with it, it she couldn’t reach the ties around her wrists, torso or ankles.
Craning her neck where she lay and lifting her cheek off the floor, she looked at the little heap of broken furniture
"Mmmmmmm" Mothra's cry of frustration was smothered by her gag as she voiced her dismay at the useless pile that had briefly bloomed a faint hope inside her. None of it would be useful to her, everything she’d taken into account when trapping the Ghidorah brothers was now being used against her.
"Mmmmmm" Mothra let out another frustrated cry into her gag after she had squeezed her eyes shut and laid her cheek against the floor cool floor.
SpaceGodzilla had said that her mate was on his way. Did that mean that she just needed to wait for rescue? She was afraid to believe it: her brain kept trying to reinterpret it, that maybe her captor had talked about the place where he was going. No, then why would he have told the Ghidorah brothers to hurry?
She had no idea how long she would have to wait for Godzilla, even if it was only a matter of time and that was if he wasn't side tracked or delayed for some reason. With the triplets and SpaceGodzilla working in cohort who knows what obstacles might have been put in his path.
"MMPPHH!" Mothra grunted into her gag as she whipped her body back and forth again, her last thought spurring her on. She struggled to push herself along the floor, her large breasts swinging every which way as she squirmed her way onward. If she could inch her way to the door-frame, perhaps she’d be able to wear through the wires against it. It wasn't much of a plan but as of right now she was all out of ideas.
It felt like it taken an hour to make it to the doorway. She edged herself into position and started rubbing the wire on her wrists against the edge, but it only seemed to scrape plaster off.
The front door cracked open, and she heard heavy steps in the hallway. Her heart beat faster, and she didn’t know whether it was from fear and hope.
A large male kaiju was in the doorway, and it was Godzilla: his heavy frame, his dark metal-green scales exposed on his bare upper body, his tail swishing when he saw her.
“Ghjnrh!” Mothra grunted in happiness into her gag as she bucked in her restraints at the sight of her other half.
"Gggrrrrrr" Godzilla growled in anger at the sight of his bound mate and rushed up, pulling his bound queen into his heavily-muscled arms. Mothra could feel her temperature immediately go up and Mothra leaned herself into his chest enjoying their quick embrace.
"Mmpphh" Mothra let out a quick grunt while wiggling in Godzilla's arms, making him remember that she was still bound and gagged, so he sat her down so he could untie her.
Mothra almost let out a disappointed whine at the loss of her mates body heat but held it in.
Godzilla knelt down and then leaned over her, getting to work removing the restraints keeping her immobile. Mothra tied to keep as still as she could so as not to cause Godzilla any difficulty in freeing her, even though all she wanted to do was move restlessly against her bonds.
As soon as she was free Mothra set up onto her knees and went to work unwrapping the duct tape from around her beak as fast as she could.
"Aaahhh" Mothra made a sound of disgust as she finished unwrapping her gag and was finally able to spit out the cloth that had been shoved into her mouth.
"Ptooey, Ptooey" Mothra spat in disgust onto the floor beside her a few times, trying to get the disgusting taste of San out of her mouth.
"Aaahhh, get me some toothpaste stat" Mothra complained as rubbed at her fouled tongue.
Thinking quickly, the Queen of the monsters pulled her mates muzzle against her beak, the both of them sharing a quick kiss as they french kissed each other.
"Much better Goji-kun" Mothra told Godzilla after they uncoupled from the kiss and Mothra looked into his eyes smiling at her rescuer.
"GGrrrrr" Godzilla growled his extreme pleasure at his queen's comment before taking a look at the room, it's pile of debris and then back to his mate before raising an eyebrow at her.
“Goji-kun...” she began, voice sounding okay despite her long attempts at trying to be heard through her gagged beak.
“I’m sorry...” She said as fought against the growing burn of humiliation that tried to fill her as she played back her memories.
“I had the Ghidorah brothers captive... it was all going well, I really thought I’d defeated them, but I let me pride get the better of me" Mothra said as she tried to explain herself to the king of the monsters.
"I was so into gloating at my success and their failure that I let SpaceGodzilla get the drop on me" Mothra said as she looked down and fiddled with the bottom of her skirt.
"Trapping me in his telekinesis, your brother freed the brothers and left me in the state you found me in...” She caught her breath. “I don’t even know where the four went off too.”
"I'm sorry, I screw..." Mothra's speech was cut short as Godzilla placed his finger over her beak.
“Ggggrrrrrrrrrrr.” Godzilla growled that he was just glad she was fine.
Flush with happiness instead of humiliation, Mothra welcomed her mates hand as he helped her stand and then pulled her into his embrace. Mothra got up on tiptoes to give her rescuer another kiss and Godzilla responded with gusto, the two of them french kissing again, muzzle to beak.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm" Mothra moaned into the long kiss as the two felt time melt away for awhile as they enjoyed the taste of each other.
"Mmmm" Mothra let out a slight whine when the two finally pull away from each other, though she did it a little regretfully, as it felt like getting out of a warm bath.
“Grrr ggrrr grrrrr gggrrrr grrrrr,” Godzilla said, putting arm around her shoulder and leading her towards the door. “Ggggrrrr Gr Ggggrrrrr Ggrrrr.”
"Well I'm glad you think so Goji-kun, but do you think you could carry me, I think I deserve not having to walk for a bit after going through such an ordeal, don't you" Mothra told her king as she gave him a pouty smile, with sad eyes as she shook her breasts at him.
"Gggggrrrrr" Godzilla growled an yes to his queen after rolling his eyes at this blatant attempt at manipulation on her part.
"Yes" Mothra said in success as she hopped up and down in place a few times in happiness as her breasts bounced up and down.
Holding his arms out in front of him, Mothra promptly hopped up and sat on his offered appendages. As she smiled into his face she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into the side of it.
"Hhmmmmmm" Mothra hummed to herself as Godzilla carried her, princess-style, toward the door and she could feel his rocking steps underneath her.
He stepped outside and they began their way home.
THE END
The Ghidora brothers bite off more then they can chew when they try to capture Mothra.
Characters owned by Toho
Triple Threat
Mothra dived around a corner and into a narrow alley, empty except for the bright streak of sunlight and the shadows. She stopped, her DDD-cups swinging for about a second in inertia, and pressed herself into a silent doorway. She stayed there, listening to the pounding of her heart, the air rushing in and out of her lungs.
Her bust still jiggled under her white polo shirt as she leaned her hands onto her brown-skinned knees just below her skirt hem, drawing labored breaths. In the silence, she could hear the steps of the three Ghidorah brothers hurtling down the street around the corner. They were getting closer.
The moth-girl’s heart pecked like crazy, despite her exhaustion. The three Ghidorahs were after her because they thought she had some way to make them stronger. She didn’t, in fact, but she didn’t trust them for a moment to stand still and hear her out. For all she knew, if they realized that she didn’t know, they might just decide to eat her or torture her for information she didn't have.
Three on one odds were not a bet Mothra would take if she could avoid it and the thought of fighting a battle she wouldn't win by taking it head on, forced her out of her hiding-spot.
She cast a glance down the alley. There didn’t seem to be any better option than running to the other end and hoping she’d lose them, or find someone or something that might help her. She stretched her wings briefly – but it was too risky. If the brothers saw her airborne, they might just shoot her down or just fly after her. There were no hiding places bigger than a doorway.
Her heartbeat picked up further. One of the house fronts looked in decided disrepair, with spotted stucco and one smashed window. Mothra ran for it, yanking the door-handle hoping it would open. It didn’t give and not wanting to make to much noise she flickered her gaze around and saw a window that wasn’t too high up.
Pressing the tip of her tongue between her beak, she brushed the shards of glass out of the frame and snaked through, legs and stinger flailing to give her purchase. Her polo and pleated blue school skirt weren’t designed for situations like this, but she got through easy enough and let herself drop to the floor on the other side.
The moth-girl got to her hands and knees, gazing around. The house was indeed deserted, if the broken exterior hadn’t been enough of a sign: the room – a kitchen, she guessed – was dusky and silent, drifted over with dust. She didn’t have time to draw more than one breath, however. The footsteps of several soles echoed out in the alley.
Hunching up, not daring to breathe, Mothra padded towards the far door, skirt fluttering about her thighs. Don’t come any closer. Perhaps they wouldn’t. Either way, she couldn’t take the risk of staying here. Perhaps she’d find another exit.
When she’d reached the hallway, she heard straining, a male voice cursing. She still tried to stay quiet for another breath or two. Something landed with an agile jump on the kitchen floor, and Mothra ran.
She found a staircase in darkened wood and flung herself up the steps. Her slender build didn’t make the wood creak. She reached the top floor and crouched behind the banister, heart pecking hard enough to shake her frame. Footsteps below, and muffled voices.
“... split up. That way, she won’t sneak out behind us.” The triplets’ voices were almost identical, but that had to be Ichi, always the dominant one.
The footsteps were separating below her. The first stair creaked.
Mothra breathed again, every limb of her charged with adrenaline. If one of them came for her alone, she would at least have a fair chance.
Either way, she would have a better advantage fighting him almost anywhere else. She glanced around at the dark doorways along the dusty corridor, trying to gauge which one would be the best. As she turned, something brushed against her antenna. The moth-girl jumped, just suppressing a gasp. She looked up and saw the pull-string of a trapdoor.
She had bare moments before her pursuer reached the landing. She yanked the string, and as soon as the hatch opened enough, she leapt and fluttered her wings to carry her the rest of the way.
The attic was much brighter, almost blinding, light falling pale through spiderweb-draped windows. Mothra glanced around for anything to use as a weapon. There were a few loose boards and spars stacked along a wall, and a large roll of some construction material nearby, reaching almost to her hips. Someone had left a roll of silver tape on top. Her gaze bounced between the boards and the hatch. Her pursuer must have seen the pull-string swinging. That was good. She wasn’t trying to hide from him.
The kaiju teen poked his bone-yellow head through the trapdoor. Mothra swung at it with the spar, but he was already pulling himself up, muscles bunching under his white polo sleeves, and the stroke hit him on the side of the neck. The youth hissed like an animal and emerged from the hatch, advancing on her, spined tail lashing and eyes ablaze.
He thought he had nothing to fear from Mothra, and that confidence was his undoing. He leapt at her, but she still had the spar. She slammed it into the side of his reptilian head, and it struck clear of the spikes armoring his skull. When he faltered, Mothra whacked him again. The yellow-scaled kaiju collapsed, sending the floorboards rattling.
The moth kaiju remained standing over him, chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths, spar still in her hand. She wasn’t going to kill him; not when he couldn’t fight back. Just leave him?
She grabbed the roll of tape from the insulation and went to work. First, she pulled the male kaiju’s arms behind his back and wrapped them in the sturdy tape, from the hands and up above the wrists. If he wakes now, at least he won’t be able to do anything. It didn’t require any strength to maneuver his floppy limbs, but they had that rubbery weight of unconsciousness.
Mothra propped her captive up against the attic wall. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath, triumph finally catching up with her. She looked down at the heavily muscled, yellow-scaled teenage kaiju with the curved spikes along the sides of his head. There was no way to find out which one it was as long as he was out cold, but from his aggressiveness and arrogance, she guessed it might be Ichi himself, which meant she had taken out the leader of the brothers.
Steady. You’re not out of the cocoon yet. She started wrapping the tape round and about his polo-clad torso, pinning his tied arms to his sides. The reptilian kaiju hadn’t returned to consciousness yet, but he drew a light breath and his hands twitched in their casing of tape. Mothra’s heart jumped in her chest.
The scare was soon over, and she set about wrapping his trouser-clad legs: first around his muscular ankles over his white tube socks; then around his thighs.
"Mmmmmm" Ichi moaned in his sleep, his eyelids twitching. Nimbly, Mothra pressed some tape across his mouth for a gag, then looped it a couple of times around his snout. She’d gone a bit over-the-top tying his torso and legs: the roll was almost down to nothing. She straightened up, shaking out her tense shoulders, transparent wings fluttering with the movement. At least Ichi was in no state to bother her any more and sure of her captive helplessness she walked toward the attic hatch.
"Mmmmmm" Ichi moaned into his gag as his eyelids fluttered again.
Upon hearing the sound the voluptuous kaiju turned on her way to the hatch.
“Not as easy to catch this queen as you thought huh Ichi!” she mocked as she bounced her breasts in Ichi's direction.
"MMPPHH" Ichi grunted in rage as he took in his humiliating defeat, struggling to try and free himself of his duct tape prison as he glared at her retreating form.
Ignoring her helpless opponent she knelt down next to the hatch and glanced down along the hallway in both directions. Then she lowered herself down, landing quietly and for a moment she stood still, listening, not picking up any sounds.
She padded towards the stairs and peered down.
There was a figure at the bottom of the stairs. In the dusk, she made out pale-yellow scales and the white of a school polo. Mothra drew as far back as she could without losing sight of him. He hadn’t seen her. Judging from his somewhat slouched position, he was gazing along the downstairs hallway, maybe standing guard for her. Blocking the way. Mothra’s eyes narrowed. If she jumped down the stairs, she might take him out without a fight.
She stepped back and felt something hard but fleshy press against her back.
At first she was too shocked to react: she’d looked in all the rooms, how was it possible for on of the Ghidorah brother's to get the drop on her? The reptilian kaiju tried locking grabbing her in a bear hug and raw panic claimed Mothra’s brain. She duck, avoiding the bear hug just in time and rolled, popping back to her now facing her assailant.
The reptilian had been banking on taking her by surprise. NI, shaking off his failure finally succeeded in grappling with Mothra on the cramped landing thought the small space favoured neither of them. Mothra pressed her beak shut, struggling not to make a noise and draw the attention of the brother waiting below. NI fought silently as well: perhaps from arrogance, perhaps taken too aback by her resistance to call for aid.
Changing holds, the male kaiju had locked his arms around her waist, too strong a grip for her to slip out of, but Mothra leaned backward, gaining leverage, and smashed him back-first into the wooden wall. The noise made her teeth grind in sympathy, but it was that or letting her foe strangle her. NI's grip faltered and he let go of her as he slumped to the floor.
He wasn’t done yet. Using his tail as support, he scrambled up, baring his teeth, but Mothra got him with a kick to the side of the head. NI fell slack, his head hanging comically to one side. He wasn’t dead, for sure. But was he unconscious, or merely groggy?
Mothra spent a precious second glancing downstairs, prepared to run for cover – but the San was still there. He didn’t even seem to have turned their direction.
She glanced around, desperate for something to hold her enemy. The tape up in the attic? She didn’t want to turn her back on him for that long, and there wouldn’t be enough tape left on the roll to tie him up properly: his hands, perhaps a gag. Her gaze caught on something yellow: a roll of plastic-sheathed electric wire in the shadowy corner and a white cloth tarp for covering furniture.
Luck was still on her side: the Ghidorah brother didn’t move as she wound out a hefty length of wire and sliced it on the cutter. She looped it a few times around his immobile wrists, and found herself able to breathe again: he was out of commission now.
She slung the wire down and around his blue-trouser-ed legs in several turns, above and below his knees, then used the loop as a handle to drag him into the nearest empty room and prop him up sitting against a wall. This way, she was out of sight and hearing from the stairway.
In the windowless room – not much more than a closet – with bare, scratched yellow plaster walls, she finished up her work. She tied the reptilian kaiju’s ankles together, then slung the wire around his torso and arms, pulling them together without hope of escape. The wire was narrow, but strong enough that she wouldn’t be able to tear it with her bare hands.
She added a few loops to be on the safe side. She didn’t have a gag to hand, but she couldn’t leave him able to call for his brother. Mothra walked over and ripped a long square off the furniture cover, tying the scrap around her enemy’s broad snout and behind his head over his cheek-spikes.
Wanting to make sure he would have no change of pulling his gag off, she also tied his bound hands to his knees so he couldn't reach up at all.
"Mmpphh" Ni grunted into his gag as he came back to consciousness just as she pulled the it tight to his head. His eyes bulged in shock and he yanked at the wire tying his bound hands to his legs: more by instinct than anything else. Mothra’s breath caught in her throat, but the wire held.
"MMPPHH" Ni yelled into his gag as he made a couple of attempts of trying to shake it off, but it was pulled firmly around his muzzle, effectively muffling his voice. The dragon-kaiju stopped, glaring at her over the edge of the gag. Evidently, he’d realized that struggling would achieve nothing except humiliating him more. It was hard to tell his emotions with most of his face covered, but she could tell he was angry by the glare in his eyes.
“I’ve already got one of your brothers,” Mothra taunted, leaning close over him to keep the noise down. “Just one left to go, and you can’t do anything to stop me. And to think, you boys thought it'd be easy to catch me, hah!”
"Mmpphh, nhh'll phn fhr thnf" NI grunted into his gag in anger and embarrassment as he jerked ineffectively against his bonds, barely jerking in place.
"Boop" Mothra told him is she bopped him on the nose as soon as he stopped, just to watch him squirm again in helpless anger.
Ni third fit of anger brought an almost blinding rush of power, as if her fight were already done. It was enough to make her slightly dizzy as she straightened up and turned to the hallway. She would have loved to stay and taunt him some more – that was a sure path to getting the tables turned on her.
Behind her, her captive let out another “mmpphh!”, rolling from side to side in his restraints and trying to bang his upper torso against the wall. She doubted he’d make enough of a noise to alert the remaining brother. She stalked back into the corridor, skirt fluttering around her brown thighs, wings trembling behind her.
Luckily, despite the noise and time it took to secure the other two brother's, San was still posted at the bottom of the stairs. For a moment, she thought he might be some lifelike decoy, rigged up to draw her down – but no, she saw his shoulders rise and fall in a sigh.
She poised herself with her feet together on the uppermost stair, unfolded her wings and dived into a silent glide.
*
San had waited on his post as Middle Brother had told him to, as bait while Ni hunted the Mothra. Not even the muffled smacks and thuds from the top of the stairs had been able to distract him from his duty.
The noises were gone now, at least. The youngest Ghidorah yawned, stretching his arms over his head, causing his white polo shirt to pull tight over his frame. He looked along the shadowy hallway. This was so boring, his brothers making him wait while they got to hunt for her. Once the three of them caught her, she'd pay from making them chase her like this.
As soon as he dropped his arms down to his sides, a sudden weight appeared on his back. He could feel an impressive bust press against his back as strong and shapely legs pinned his arms to his sides. For a moment, San was to shocked too cry out, is mouth hanging open in stunned surprise. In that moment his assailant forced a large, dusty rag into his muzzle and deep inside his mouth.
“Mmmmfff!” the younger Ghidorah tried to yell, but the sound came out muffled and distorted.
San tried chomping down on the rag to get at his enemy’s fingers with his fangs, but the cloth made it hard to bite down and only served to pull more of the cloth down his throat. The rag was dry and full of powdery dust, it made him need to cough, and there was nowhere for the cough to go. He struggled to free up his arms, but Mothra’s legs held them pinned to his torso like a straitjacket.
Her legs, wearing white socks and black shoes crossed around his polo clad chest. She was fully off the ground, riding piggyback on him as he staggered in a zigzag across the hallway.
"Mmmfff!" San grunted into the rag down his throat as he whipped his body around, trying to toss her clear. But she was locked around his torso and head as tightly as if she’d been another part of his body and the movements were just making her cling tighter, while making his head dizzier.
San tried to get oxygen into his lungs and couldn’t, his nostrils caught nothing but itching dust. The rag sucked into his nostrils with every attempt to breathe, and he was getting nowhere.
At that point, he thought about backing into a wall and slamming Mothra against it and maybe making her release him that way. But he was too late, with the world bulging and distorting around him, the wall was somewhere he couldn’t see it, it might have well as been a thousand miles away.
“Mmmfff!” He grunted again as he came to the end of his endurance, only noticing that it his voice sounded so faint.
"Mmmmmmm" San moaned in defeat as he toppled under the weight of his assailant, his vision blacking out and he never felt when he hit the floor.
*
Things were going on outside the darkness, but it took a good long while before San realized he wasn’t dreaming. Something tightened around his wrists, pulling them together behind his back, and the discomfort was enough to shake him back into reality. Some force was pulling his legs up as well, closer to his hands. Something itched under one of his pant legs, and he didn’t have his hands free to scratch it.
He couldn’t ignore the aches any more. His eyelids flickered open, the world turning into a milky blur and then into spots of color. He was lying on his side, looking vaguely down along his own body. A yellow plasticky string was looped around his upper body, locking his arms together and another length of it was wound many times around his thighs. He could also feel as he jerked against his bonds that his bound wrists and feet had been pulled together in a light hog-tie.
"Mmfffff!" San grunted into his gag as he tried to push it out of his mouth with his tongue, a few strands of string had been tied around his jaw in several turns to keep the rag in his muzzle.
The failure of this last endevour and the presence he felt kneeling over him caused him to turn swivel his eyes to his left. He could see the moth girl bent over him, pulling some final knot tight. All he could see of her without rolling his eyes into his head were her soft brown-grey arms and her white polo, swelling with her breasts, as well as a bit of her blue pleated skirt.
While her focus was on the knots, he rubbed the side of his head against the floor to wear through the gag rope. It wasn’t working, his head-spikes just grated against the wood, but he kept trying anyway.
“Grrrmmff.” San grunted into his bound muzzle as he struggled against his bonds.
Mothra straightened up, looking right into his eyes while he glared back at her.
“Oh, no time for chat,” she said, eyes twinkling. “We have somewhere we need to be.”
She grabbed the rope between his wrists and ankles and dragged him down the hallway. San was bigger than her, but she was strong enough to have minimal trouble pulling him along. With her using the rope as a handle, he couldn’t even move enough to make it harder for her.
“RRRRRGHHH!” San yelled into his gag which became immediately muffled as he yanked ineffectually at his bonds and glared at the Queen of the kaiju.
Mothra just tutted at him, as if she couldn’t even be bothered to waste words or even glance down at his useless display.
She dragged him into a room as empty as a cell and dropped him, leaving him on his front. The two people already in there glared back at him. Ichi lay on his side, his body almost cocooned in silver tape, unable to stretch his legs fully, more tape pulled across and around his snout. Ni was sitting up almost straight, wrists lashed together and tied to the twists of wire around his legs. San was forced to prop his head up, chin against the ground, neck aching, to be able to look at them.
Both stared at San over their gags, as if it was his fault they’d ended up like this.
“Hhy, dnth blhmm mhh, yh gth yrshlvhs cghht!” He’d forgotten the gag again.
Ichi, possibly, let out a “ghrmfh!” and struggled against his bonds, more like he wanted to beat up San than Mothra. Despite the desperation of his struggles, his restraints refused to break.
*
Mothra gazed down at her captured wannabe-hunters. They all had their eyes on her, even the one she’d left lying on his belly, their draconian faces rendered a bit more individual by the different gags. Her shoulders were still tense with the effort of dragging them all here, and she was sure she’d feel it tomorrow as well, but that was nothing to the violent surge of triumph that almost threatened to sweep her away.
“So,” she began, voice hoarse with pride. “Just imagine, if you idiots had called for help instead of trying to all take me solo, you’d be free now.”
There was a ferocious creak as one of the brothers rocked and tore at the wire, but if they could have burst through them with sheer muscle strength, they would have done by now. She threw a quick glance around the floor. Nothing there that might be used as an edge, except some wooden boards – and that would take hours to saw through the wire, not to mention the thick swatches of tape. Mothra felt a small smile on pull across her beak. All three glared at her, no doubt trying to bear their teeth behind their gags.
“Glare all you like, boys,” she said, unable to hold back a titter. “But you know it’s true, you know who’s pushed herself to victory despite the odds against her.”
“GRRRGH!” Ichi thrashed, jaws straining against the loops of tape.
“Thank you for proving my point Ichi.”
She faltered for a moment. Maybe the victory rush was leaving her.
Now, what was she going to do with them? Now that they were restrained and helpless she couldn't bring herself to kill or heaven forbid, cripple them. No matter how evil their intentions or actions were, she was not a vengeful kaiju and she should probably just leave them too the mercy of whoever came next into this building.
It was no worse than they deserved and leading her mate too them would be overkill for the situation they were in especially since she had humiliated them so thoroughly herself.
“Well, how resourceful,” a voice sounded behind her. “Didn’t take long to find you.”
Mothra recognised the voice, she tried to spin around to confront him, but it was like she was bolted to the floor. For a moment, she thought her initial rush of fear was paralyzing her, but the fear had passed into a resolution to fight to save herself and still her limbs wouldn't move.
She could only move her eyeballs to look down and what little she saw of her shoulders and massive breasts were lined with a pale actinic light: SpaceGodzilla’s telekinesis holding her in place.
“Mmmmmm!” she grunted into her paralyzed beak and refused to show as little fear at this sudden reversal as she could.
SpaceGodzilla’s telekinesis beam lifted her out of the way as lightly as if she’d been made of Styrofoam. He squeezed himself through the door-frame, the wood almost cracking around his bulky shoulder crystals.
"Mmmmmm!" Mothra voiced a muffled complaint through her beak as she made another effort at reaching him, but the beam held her caged, shut off from any interaction. Before her, SpaceGodzilla bent over Ichi, cutting the tape around his torso and legs with a couple of swiped of his claws, then removing the tape gag from his muzzle.
“About damn time!” Ichi snarled before all the tape was off. “You really took your sweet time, didn’t you?”
Ignoring him, SpaceGodzilla stomped on to the other two and sliced off their wires with rather less effort. Mothra couldn’t hold back a “grrgh!” Ni and San had the good graces to thank their rescuer: Ni politely, San a lot more profusely.
“So,” SpaceGodzilla said as he turned back to Mothra, holding a length of the slit wire between his hands. Mothra met his eyes, it was the only defiance she had left. If he meant to tie her up, at least he wasn’t planning on killing her now.
With a speed that didn’t fit his massive frame, the dinosaur like kaiju pulled her arms behind her back and lashed her forearms together. Bending down, he did the same with her ankles, pulling the wire tight against her white tube socks.
He looped the wire several times around her arms just below her breasts, as he pulled them tight and cinched the knot Mothra's melon's were pushed up a little. Unable to move she could still feel the flush under her fur as she blushed a little.
As Space Godzilla did the same to her arms just above her breasts, Mothra could feel the blush intensify as the rope was pulled tight. Her twin restraints caused her breasts to balloon outward and stretch her white polo shirt tighter against her boobs. Through out the whole ordeal so far, the beam didn’t let her move, not even enough to inconvenience him.
Mothra tried to stare at anything but him, in stubborn attempt to not acknowledge him, but that forced her all around, including the Ghidorah brothers. Two of them grinned at her form and predicament, though Ichi frowned. She felt her cheeks burn brighter in humiliation at them seeing her in this state after her victory over the three earlier.
"I think our Queen deserves a special something, wouldn't you agree boys" SpaceGodzilla declared with a smile as he levitated the saliva soaked rag from San's mouth into his hand.
"Don't you dare" the young queen thought at SpaceGodzilla as she watched him grin at her.
"MMMMMMMM" Mothra let out a muffled squeal of horror and jerked her uniform clad
body in vain as SpaceGodzilla brought up his hand to push the cloth into her beak.
"MMMMMMMM" Mothra's muffled tone turned to one of disgust as SpaceGodzilla shoved the rag into her mouth, almost deep enough to choke her.
"Oh fuck, it's like I'm kissing San" Mothra thought to herself in revulsion, if she'd been able to move she would have spit the cloth out as fast as she could. Since she couldn't, she'd have to keep herself from throwing up and brush her mouth out with toothpaste at the earliest opportunity.
SpaceGodzilla then grabbed some of the discarded tape and wrapped several layers around her head to hold it in place within her beak.
"Mmmffff" Mothra let out a muffled grunt of despair at the prospect of having to get all that tape off before she would be free of San's "taste".
The telekinesis dropped her and she managed to stay balanced for a few dizzying moments, before crashing to the floor. Luckily she landed on her ample breasts, which helped cushion her fall.
"Mmmpphh!" Mothra cried out into her gag in frustration as she felt her captor pull her bound legs up behind her as far as they’d go, then tethered them together with her wrists with another loop of wire. The end effect now left the poor moth bound in a much tighter hog-tie then she had put San in.
“MMMPPHH!” Mothra yelled into her gagged beak, her face red with embarrassment, anger, disgust and humiliation as she thrashed on the floor. She strove to snap her bindings, but the wire had been too strong for the brothers and it was certainly too strong for her.
“Now, where were we?” Ichi said, stepping up close to her face. “Oh yes. You were just bragging about how helpless we were and how you’d won, right?”
From her position, all she could see of him was his polished black dress shoes and a bit of his socks. They looked bigger now and right then, her entire mind was focused on how helpless she was with four kaiju that could out power her when she wasn't tied up.
“You've wasted enough time,” SpaceGodzilla growled above her.
“I just want to get her back.” Ichi was trying hard not to whine. “She beat us up, humiliated us...”
“And whose fault is that!” SpaceGodzilla cut him off. “ If the three hadn't underestimated her and two of had called for assistance, you wouldn't have needed me too free you" SpaceGodzilla growled out at the three brothers.
"Now, we leave, since my brother is on his way here and we must face him on our terms, when he is at his weakest.” SpaceGodzilla said as he glared at them in challenge.
Ichi opened his mouth to argue and protest again, but Ni interrupted, voice lower:
“Come brother, he’s right, let’s get out of here, there's always next time” Ni said to his irate sibling.
SpaceGodzilla and the three brothers walked out of the room, leaving the queen of the monsters helpless and tied up in the same wire she’d used to capture her foes earlier.
That part was enough to cause tears of frustration to leak from her eyes.
"Some queen I was through this ordeal" as she realized, that in the end she had made the same mistake as the Ghidora brother's and aloud her gloating pride blind her to danger. If she hadn't been so up her ass in victory she would have noticed SpaceGodzilla's aura and not been caught by surprise.
"Next time, be better" the young queen thought as she affirmed to herself that she would be better next time.
Self reflection over, she waited until she could no longer heard the footsteps before making another frenzied attempt at snapping her bonds. It hadn’t worked before, but she new she had to keep trying, especially now that there was no risk they would interrupt her.
“NNNNGGGGHH!” Mothra yelled into her gag as the young kaiju thrashed against the hard floor, which soon caused her plump breasts to chafe. With her breasts becoming too sensitive she rolled over onto her side and gave the wire between her wrists and ankles another tug, but to no avail.
"Mmpphh" Mothra grunted into her gag as tried rubbing her stinger against the wire, but it was for piercing, not a cutting edge. Though, even if she’d been able to cut that one wire with it, it she couldn’t reach the ties around her wrists, torso or ankles.
Craning her neck where she lay and lifting her cheek off the floor, she looked at the little heap of broken furniture
"Mmmmmmm" Mothra's cry of frustration was smothered by her gag as she voiced her dismay at the useless pile that had briefly bloomed a faint hope inside her. None of it would be useful to her, everything she’d taken into account when trapping the Ghidorah brothers was now being used against her.
"Mmmmmm" Mothra let out another frustrated cry into her gag after she had squeezed her eyes shut and laid her cheek against the floor cool floor.
SpaceGodzilla had said that her mate was on his way. Did that mean that she just needed to wait for rescue? She was afraid to believe it: her brain kept trying to reinterpret it, that maybe her captor had talked about the place where he was going. No, then why would he have told the Ghidorah brothers to hurry?
She had no idea how long she would have to wait for Godzilla, even if it was only a matter of time and that was if he wasn't side tracked or delayed for some reason. With the triplets and SpaceGodzilla working in cohort who knows what obstacles might have been put in his path.
"MMPPHH!" Mothra grunted into her gag as she whipped her body back and forth again, her last thought spurring her on. She struggled to push herself along the floor, her large breasts swinging every which way as she squirmed her way onward. If she could inch her way to the door-frame, perhaps she’d be able to wear through the wires against it. It wasn't much of a plan but as of right now she was all out of ideas.
It felt like it taken an hour to make it to the doorway. She edged herself into position and started rubbing the wire on her wrists against the edge, but it only seemed to scrape plaster off.
The front door cracked open, and she heard heavy steps in the hallway. Her heart beat faster, and she didn’t know whether it was from fear and hope.
A large male kaiju was in the doorway, and it was Godzilla: his heavy frame, his dark metal-green scales exposed on his bare upper body, his tail swishing when he saw her.
“Ghjnrh!” Mothra grunted in happiness into her gag as she bucked in her restraints at the sight of her other half.
"Gggrrrrrr" Godzilla growled in anger at the sight of his bound mate and rushed up, pulling his bound queen into his heavily-muscled arms. Mothra could feel her temperature immediately go up and Mothra leaned herself into his chest enjoying their quick embrace.
"Mmpphh" Mothra let out a quick grunt while wiggling in Godzilla's arms, making him remember that she was still bound and gagged, so he sat her down so he could untie her.
Mothra almost let out a disappointed whine at the loss of her mates body heat but held it in.
Godzilla knelt down and then leaned over her, getting to work removing the restraints keeping her immobile. Mothra tied to keep as still as she could so as not to cause Godzilla any difficulty in freeing her, even though all she wanted to do was move restlessly against her bonds.
As soon as she was free Mothra set up onto her knees and went to work unwrapping the duct tape from around her beak as fast as she could.
"Aaahhh" Mothra made a sound of disgust as she finished unwrapping her gag and was finally able to spit out the cloth that had been shoved into her mouth.
"Ptooey, Ptooey" Mothra spat in disgust onto the floor beside her a few times, trying to get the disgusting taste of San out of her mouth.
"Aaahhh, get me some toothpaste stat" Mothra complained as rubbed at her fouled tongue.
Thinking quickly, the Queen of the monsters pulled her mates muzzle against her beak, the both of them sharing a quick kiss as they french kissed each other.
"Much better Goji-kun" Mothra told Godzilla after they uncoupled from the kiss and Mothra looked into his eyes smiling at her rescuer.
"GGrrrrr" Godzilla growled his extreme pleasure at his queen's comment before taking a look at the room, it's pile of debris and then back to his mate before raising an eyebrow at her.
“Goji-kun...” she began, voice sounding okay despite her long attempts at trying to be heard through her gagged beak.
“I’m sorry...” She said as fought against the growing burn of humiliation that tried to fill her as she played back her memories.
“I had the Ghidorah brothers captive... it was all going well, I really thought I’d defeated them, but I let me pride get the better of me" Mothra said as she tried to explain herself to the king of the monsters.
"I was so into gloating at my success and their failure that I let SpaceGodzilla get the drop on me" Mothra said as she looked down and fiddled with the bottom of her skirt.
"Trapping me in his telekinesis, your brother freed the brothers and left me in the state you found me in...” She caught her breath. “I don’t even know where the four went off too.”
"I'm sorry, I screw..." Mothra's speech was cut short as Godzilla placed his finger over her beak.
“Ggggrrrrrrrrrrr.” Godzilla growled that he was just glad she was fine.
Flush with happiness instead of humiliation, Mothra welcomed her mates hand as he helped her stand and then pulled her into his embrace. Mothra got up on tiptoes to give her rescuer another kiss and Godzilla responded with gusto, the two of them french kissing again, muzzle to beak.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm" Mothra moaned into the long kiss as the two felt time melt away for awhile as they enjoyed the taste of each other.
"Mmmm" Mothra let out a slight whine when the two finally pull away from each other, though she did it a little regretfully, as it felt like getting out of a warm bath.
“Grrr ggrrr grrrrr gggrrrr grrrrr,” Godzilla said, putting arm around her shoulder and leading her towards the door. “Ggggrrrr Gr Ggggrrrrr Ggrrrr.”
"Well I'm glad you think so Goji-kun, but do you think you could carry me, I think I deserve not having to walk for a bit after going through such an ordeal, don't you" Mothra told her king as she gave him a pouty smile, with sad eyes as she shook her breasts at him.
"Gggggrrrrr" Godzilla growled an yes to his queen after rolling his eyes at this blatant attempt at manipulation on her part.
"Yes" Mothra said in success as she hopped up and down in place a few times in happiness as her breasts bounced up and down.
Holding his arms out in front of him, Mothra promptly hopped up and sat on his offered appendages. As she smiled into his face she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into the side of it.
"Hhmmmmmm" Mothra hummed to herself as Godzilla carried her, princess-style, toward the door and she could feel his rocking steps underneath her.
He stepped outside and they began their way home.
THE END
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 50 x 50px
Thanks
Ichi tape gag
Ni Cloth over the nose gag
San Cleave gag with rope wrapped around the muzzle
Ichi tape gag
Ni Cloth over the nose gag
San Cleave gag with rope wrapped around the muzzle
Thank you
Mothra did what any good captor do. She tease or mock her captives.
I get view that San was calmed one from those 3.
Mothra did what any good captor do. She tease or mock her captives.
I get view that San was calmed one from those 3.
^^
I wonder why mothra dont grab san to"Alone" chat and left hotheads mmmhhp attic.
I wonder why mothra dont grab san to"Alone" chat and left hotheads mmmhhp attic.
From the story, I didn't think I left anything she would really need to ask them, what did I miss.
Okay
No you didnt miss anything. I just hoped that she would take San to more private to nsfw fun.
No you didnt miss anything. I just hoped that she would take San to more private to nsfw fun.
Hmmm, I see, though in my head cannon I consider Mothra a faithful mate, under the right circumstances I could see her using some nsfw techniques to get information she or Godzilla might need. You get more bees with honey after all and thanks for letting me know what you meant.
Comments