Drunk

📜 Well, you see, when a trans man and a giant crocodile lady hate each other very much…

Ace and Rook stumbled drunkenly, hurriedly down the hall of the ship, into the vacant guest quarters. Though their angled brows and venomous words for each other suggested a longstanding resentment, the blush on their cheeks and the biting of lips revealed that even though they weren’t each others’ biggest fans, the curiosity to see what the other had going on had been killing them.

They both undressed in a rush, Ace tripping on her pants and taking a tumble to the floor, almost crushing Rook beneath her hulking frame, but even drunkenness couldn’t dampen Rook’s dexterity as he stepped aside. As Ace stood, nude in her green lizard skin, looking very much like a 7 foot tall standing alligator, she looked down at Rook who was equally nude.

They both stared in utter shock at each other. The scars on Rook’s chest hadn’t escaped Ace’s notice - it was hard not to when he was so in your face about his chest. But somehow she’d never fully put two and two together. She never truly thought about it, shrugged it off as none of her business, until her recent bout of drunken curiosity hit her. Rook’s constant cocky asshole behavior completely masked what was actually going on. Rook in the meanwhile stared dumbstruck at the big alligator lady looming over him. Terrifying and thrilling. Short but acutely thick and muscular arms and legs, a massive and strong torso - compared to his own long and thin limbs and short torso, she was almost his polar opposite! - a girthy tail which dragged on the floor, and nearly genderless but for the curious slit at her groin. ‘Lady big’ was his only thought in his otherwise blank mind.

Ace was the first to break the silence. “Somehow…I didn’t think you’d have a guy pussy.”

That snapped Rook out of his stupor. “HEY. That’s Bonus Hole and Li’l Man. Refer to them with admiration. They’ve been going through a lot.”

“You mean they’ve had a lot going through them? The amount of casual visitors to your quarters tells me that.” Ace curled her lips and let out a toothy chuckle.

His face blushing even brighter, pointed nose turning pink, Rook replied “If you’re gonna slut shame me, then you’re gonna fuck me too.” And then realizing something, “Agh, I don’t have my strap with me.”

“I’m surprised you don’t wear it under your clothes, broadcast it to the world how cocky and horny you are all the time.” When Rook gave her an annoyed glance, she gave another chuckle, “But don’t worry, I got a solution.” And with that she effortlessly picked up Rook, laid back on the bed, and had him straddle her.

To Rook’s complete bafflement, a thick phallus emerged from the slit at Ace’s groin, purple at the base and pink at the head. He stared down at the phallus with fear and hunger in his eyes.

He needed her.

He needed her inside of him.

“Wha…” Rook swallowed. “What is that?”

“Don’t worry about it, just ride her.”

Slowly, hesitantly, he frotted his “little man” against the head, and feeling that she was already covered in a coat of transparent slime, placed himself above her, and slowly lowered. “Ahh~!” The texture was different, small nubs protruded the otherwise smooth-looking surface. And the girth! Ace bit at her scaled lips with her sharp teeth. He had to gradually piston his hips with more and more bravery, letting out small moans along the way. When he made himself to the base of the slit, he was properly filled. “Hah…hah…”

Ace let out a pleasured groan. “Been a while since I’ve done this. Hey, check this out.” And she tensed her groin muscles. The phallus and its nubs twitched inside of Rook.

“A-ahh! Ohh, do that again.” And she did.

With this encouragement, Rook continued to ride her, and Ace started thrusting inside of him to the rhythm, hitting the perfect spot with her twitching nubbed phallus.

“Ahn…ah…Is that…all you got?” Rook managed to get out between panting breaths.

With that, Ace sat up from the bed, grabbed Rook, and rolled the two of them off the foot of the bed and onto the floor, eliciting a yelp from him.

“I’m just getting started, skinny punk.” She placed one hand against the wall, another around his throat, and knelt over Rook, still deep within him, and gave him rough pounding thrusts of her entire pink, throbbing length. “Fucking hate your guts, but now I get to pound the shit out of them!”

Rook with his back on the floor, his legs in the air, his neck bent upwards on the wall, was in no position to wriggle away from the massive gator, but neither did he particularly want to. This was the roughest he’d had in a while, and he loved a good fight. He gave a defiant sneer up to Ace. “Then why am I so fucking bored?” he choked out of his throat being crushed by her claws.

At this, Ace snarled and opened her maw, biting down on Rook’s shoulder and chest. This was the point where he thought to himself ‘okay I may have taken this a bit too far. I may have…I may have taken…I may…’ but his thoughts were drowned out by the rising pleasure in his body.

As their moaning reached the top of a crescendo, Rook’s face completely red and soaked, Ace announced, “Ng-I’m gonna cum!”

Rook, in mid-climax, exclaimed in astonishment, “Y-YOU CAN DO THAT??”

Ace laughed, breathlessly, “Nah,” and withdrew, a thick coating of excess lubricating slime still connecting their groins. “But it’d be funny.”

The two caught their breath, and could feel the alcohol taking further effect. They clumsily half-dressed and wandered back down the halls of the ship towards their own rooms. They gave each other a final glance which said everything:

We’re never speaking of this again. At breakfast, Rook remarked at his new wounds - “Wow, you almost got me” as he pointed out a tooth mark very near to his heart.