I have nothing much to say. Sorry if this takes so long to update. Well, to be honest beside usual writer block, I'm just easily bored to be honest 😂
Anyway, hope you enjoy this and know incoming chapters will be smut.
I decide to just make this into smut fic cause at this point it is.
By the way, I watched Godzilla Minus One recently and the film is at its peak. Godzilla's design is legit both scary and cool at the same time.
Now, I'm looking for Kaiju mc fanfic. I'm drafting a one shot. Mc is not exactly Godzilla, just the same race. It's based on the Monster verse: Indominus Rex fanfic.
Imagine Godzilla but with the tail of Glavenus. Yeah, Glavenus is my favorite dragon.
The one shot or concept I thought of is a mixture of Godzilla 1998, Jurassic Park 2 and 3, monsterverse and Pacific rim along with Ultraman.
Ultraman Max is the one I grew up with.
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The group wandered through the lively festival in search of Rick, eventually spotting her in the midst of a raucous crowd. She was downing alien liquor with the locals, her laughter mixing with the rhythmic beats of tribal drums.
As she sloppily refilled her drink, she gestured wildly while recounting one of her adventures, earning cheers and amused gasps from the surrounding aliens.
Rick's bleary eyes flicked toward them as they approached.
"Oh hey, there you are!" she slurred before her gaze landed on Kiara. She squinted at her for a second, then smirked.
"Who's this? Another one, Morty? You sure got a type, kid."
Morty cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably.
"Uh, this is Kiara. She's from the Krootabulan tribe. She's been helping me out."
Rick took another swig of her drink, shrugged, and waved her hand dismissively.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't forget—you gotta win that damn competition. We need that prize, so don't screw it up."
Morty nodded, turning to Summer and Morticia.
"You two should stay with Rick. I'll go register."
As the girls exchanged glances, Kiara placed a hand on Morty's shoulder.
"Come. I will guide you."
They left the festival's main square and made their way toward a large, open area where warriors were signing up for the tournament. As they walked, Kiara explained.
"The competition is divided into three stages. The first round is a hunt—you must track and kill a vorlak. It is not strong, but it is elusive. It blends into its surroundings, and its scent confuses its pursuers."
Morty frowned.
"So, like, a chameleon mixed with a skunk?"
Kiara smirked.
"I don't know what that is but it should be something like that. But do not underestimate it. Many fail at this stage."
Morty took a deep breath, steeling himself as they approached the registration booth.
After completing his registration, Morty was given instructions on where to go and was reminded of the rules—only the provided equipment could be used, and any form of cheating would be punished by death. He simply shrugged, already accustomed to the harsh consequences of alien customs.
Kiara stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm.
"I will be watching. Make me proud," she said before turning away, disappearing into the crowd.
It was hardly a competition.
The moment the second round began, Morty moved like a storm through the arena. Smooth, calculated, brutal — every move he made screamed dominance. The crowd wasn't surprised. They'd heard the stories. The other competitors? They should've known better.
A hulking warrior lunged at him with a plasma-forged axe. Morty caught the weapon mid-swing, raised a brow, and snapped it clean in two with a smirk.
"Nice try, big guy," he quipped, driving a spinning elbow into the warrior's temple. The opponent crumpled like wet paper.
Another contestant tried to sneak up behind him with a spear. Without looking, Morty sidestepped and kicked the guy square in the chest, sending him flying through a nearby tree trunk with a sickening crunch.
"I thought this was supposed to be a challenge," Morty muttered to himself, brushing dust from his shoulder.
The crowd roared as he wiped the floor with every last competitor — no Meta Nanites, no tech, just raw skill, instinct, and a ridiculous level of confidence.
"And that's it, folks!" the announcer bellowed. "Morty Sanchez claims another flawless victory! Grandson of the infamous Rick Sanchez, and already a legend in his own right!"
At the ceremonial stage, Morty was handed the glowing Quantum Catalytic Neurostimulant Enhancer. He held it up casually.
"Bet Grandma's gonna kiss me and complain I didn't bring two."
With the prize in hand, Morty returned to the viewing platform where his harem was waiting. Kiara stood tall and proud, arms folded with a sultry smirk. Morticia leaned on one hip, Summer tossed him a water flask, and Rick — now a stunningly confident woman — was already eyeing the enhancer like a caffeine addict spotting a triple espresso.
"Damn, you really wiped the floor with those guys," Summer said with a grin, tilting her head. "Didn't even break a sweat."
"Of course not," Morty replied with a cocky smile. "Can't have my girls worrying about me out there."
Morticia rolled her eyes playfully. "Show-off."
"You love it," Morty winked.
Rick immediately snatched the enhancer from his hand. "Took you long enough, smartass."
"I was busy being impressive," he shrugged. "You're welcome, by the way."
Rick inspected the vial closely, muttering, "Oh, baby, this is gonna make my neurons purr... You're getting so laid later."
"I'd be offended if I wasn't expecting it," Morty grinned.
Kiara stepped forward, eyes half-lidded, voice husky.
"You continue to exceed my expectations, Ven'karr. We shall mark your victory tonight."
Morty leaned in close to her, lips brushing her ear. "Looking forward to it, my wild hunter."
Summer nudged Morticia. "So, uh… group celebration later?"
Morticia smirked. "Obviously."
Rick groaned but smiled. "You horny morons better let me finish my neuro-enhancer high first."
Morty just laughed, looping his arms around both Kiara and Morticia while tossing a wink to Summer and Rick.
"What can I say? I win stuff, I look good doing it, and I've got the hottest girls in the galaxy. Life's good."
The group laughed together, the crowd still chanting Morty's name in the distance as the golden light of the sunset washed over the festival grounds. The forest, once tense with the energy of battle, now felt alive with celebration.
The feast was in full swing. A massive tent was provided to Morty and his companions by the tournament organizers—lavishly decorated and filled with music, food, and stories. The air was thick with the scent of roasted game and spiced wine.
Morty leaned back on a pillow, a goblet in hand, grinning as someone recounted a failed hunting attempt involving a tree, a net, and a very angry bird. He chuckled, visibly relaxed and a little tipsy.
"Man, I told him not to try the 'net dive' strategy. Who even jumps at a tree?"
Rick with half-lidded eyes and a lazy smirk, snorted.
"Eh, they don't all got your improvisation skills, hotshot."
Summer and Morticia sat close on either side of him, smiling knowingly, both draped in elegant festival wraps, eyes twinkling with affection. Kiara, too, was nearby though she had taken a moment to whisper something to the others.
The chatter dulled as Morty noticed the women quietly slip away. A few minutes passed before he heard his name from within the inner chamber of the tent.
"Morty~"
He got up, stretching slightly with a crooked grin.
"Guess the night's just gettin' started," he said to himself, running a hand through his hair before stepping inside.
The bedchamber was dimly lit with soft, golden lanterns. Cushions and silken sheets were spread out luxuriously. And there, waiting for him, stood Summer, Morticia, Kiara, and Rick—all dressed in elegant, harem-style festival attire. Flowing silks, decorative jewelry, and mischievous smiles welcomed him.
Morty let out a low whistle. "Okay... now that's a reward."
Summer rolled her eyes, though she couldn't stop her smirk. "Took you long enough."
Kiara stepped forward, voice silky. "The champion of the hunt deserves more than just a trophy."
Morty spread his arms playfully, cocky as ever. "Well then... impress me."
Laughter echoed softly within the tent as the scene faded into warmth, teasing, and shared affection.
Morty undresses himself revealing his massive pole of a dick while the four women felt their pussy tighten eager to take it in. Kiara pulled him into the bed and made him lay down as the four of them rewarded him.
Morty's breath hitched as the four women descended upon him, their eager hands and mouths exploring his muscular form.
He gasped as he felt Summer's warm tongue trace the length of his throbbing erection, her lips wrapping around the head. Morticia mirrored her actions on the other side, her fingers gently caressing his balls. Rick,meanwhile, focused on the tip, sucking and licking with expert precision.
Kiara's kisses trailed from his lips down his neck, her teeth gently grazing his skin. She whispered huskily in his ear.
"You've earned this, my champion."
Morty's hips bucked involuntarily, his massive cock twitching in their mouths. The sensation of four sets of lips and tongues pleasuring him simultaneously was overwhelming. He gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control.
Rick looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took him deeper into her throat..
Summer pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Morty's throbbing cock.
"Damn, Morty. I can't get tired of how fucking big you are." she breathed, her hand stroking his length.
"I can't wait to feel you inside me again."
Morticia chuckled, her fingers tracing the veins on his shaft.
"Mmm, me neither. I bet he'll stretch us out so good."
Kiara's kisses grew more urgent as she felt Morty's desire building.
"Take him, sisters," she urged, her hand slipping between her own legs to pleasure herself.
"Show our champion the rewards of victory."
Rick popped off his tip with a wet sound, grinning wickedly.
"With Pleasure," she purred, crawling up his body to straddle his face.
"But first, I think it's time for a little payback for being a little shit."
Morty groaned into Rick's pussy as Kiara's warm mouth enveloped his entire length, her throat contracting around him. Summer and Morticia's tongues slid along his shaft, their saliva mingling with his pre-cum. The sensations were overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure assaulting his senses.
Rick ground her hips against his face, her juices coating his chin.
"Fuck,Morty. Your tongue feels so good," she moaned, her voice strained with ecstasy.
"Make me come, you little shit."
Kiara bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each pass. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin. Morty could feel her throat spasming around his cock, urging him closer to the edge.
Summer and Morticia's licks grew more frenzied, their own arousal evident in their heavy breathing.
Morty's tongue delved deeper into Rick's folds, his hands gripping her ass tightly. He spread her cheeks apart, exposing her fully to his oral assault.Rick's grip on his hair tightened, her nails scraping against his scalp as she held him in place.
"Oh fuck, Morty! Don't stop!"she cried out, her hips bucking against his face."I'm gonna come all over your fucking mouth!"
Kiara's head bobbed faster, her throat muscles massaging Morty's cock. Summer and Morticia's tongues flicked against his sensitive skin, their hands roaming over his chest and abs. The room was filled with the sounds of wet slurping, moaning, and the creaking of the bed.
Suddenly, Rick's body tensed, her pussy clamping down on Morty's tongue as she reached her climax.
"Ahhh! Fuck! Morty!" she screamed, her juices flooding his mouth and chin. Rick fell forward then turned to lay on her back.
Morty looked up to see Rick panting heavily beside him, a satisfied smirk on her face. His gaze drifted down to Summer and Morticia, who were eagerly taking turns deepthroating his throbbing cock. Their throats contracted around him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Kiara watched with hungry eyes, her fingers playing with her nipples.
"You like that, don't you, Morty?" she purred.
"Watching them worship your big, thick dick?" Summer pulled back, gasping for air.
"Mmm, his milk always tastes so good," she said, licking her lips. Morticia nodded in agreement, her hand stroking Morty's saliva-coated shaft.
Rick reached over and grabbed Morty's chin, turning his head to face her.
"You gonna come for us, champ?" she asked, her voice dripping with desire.
"Gonna shoot your hot load down their eager throats?"
Morty's body tensed, his hips bucking as he reached his climax. With a loud groan, he erupted, his hot semen spraying across Summer and Morticia's faces.
They opened their mouths, tongues rolling out to catch as much of his essence as possible.Thick ropes of cum coated their cheeks, noses, and chins, dripping down onto their chests.
Kiara watched, her own arousal growing at the sight. She leaned in, pressing her lips to Summer's, their tongues intertwining as they licked Morty's cum from each other's faces. Morticia joined in, the three women kissing passionately, sharing Morty's load between them.
Rick crawled over, pushing the other women aside to get her share of Morty's cum. She kissed Summer and Morticia deeply, their tongues swirling together as they tasted his essence.
Once they broke apart, the girls discussed who would ride Morty first. They decided to draw lots, and Summer was the lucky winner.