Chapter 3: The first romp
"Let me get this goddam door open." Zilla fumbled with the lock, cursing under her breath before finally pushing the door open. The apartment was dark, the only light coming from the streetlights outside. "Welcome to my crap-filled abode," Zappy said, flicking on the lights. The room was a chaotic collision of graffiti-covered walls, mismatched furniture, and discarded music equipment, all smothered in a pungent aroma of stale cheese puffs and cheap perfume. Ron wrinkled his nose, trying not to cough. "Charming," he said, his voice dry.
Zilla grinned, not at all deterred by his sarcasm. "Yeah, it's a fucking dump, but it's my fucking dump. Now, how about that 'punk stuff' I promised you?" She sauntered over to a ratty old couch, pushing aside a pile of laundry to reveal a coffee table covered in sex toys. "Is that what you consider 'punk stuff', Zilla?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
"Hey, Ron, check this out," Zilla said, pulling out a vinyl record from a stack of them scattered across the floor. "I found this at a thrift store the other day. It's some obscure punk band I've never heard of before. Have you?" She handed him the record, which had a simple black and white cover with the band name "The Amazone" written in bold, crude letters. Ron's eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the band. "Holy shit, Zilla, this is amazing! I haven't seen this record in years. This was my sister's favorite band when we were teens. She used to play this record non-stop." His voice was filled with nostalgia and excitement
.Zilla raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Your sister was into this shit? I thought you said she was all prim and proper." Ron laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, she was, until I introduced them to her. She was hooked instantly. We used to listen to this together, singing along at the top of our lungs, driving our parents crazy." He looked down at the record, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I haven't thought about this in years."
Zilla watched him, her expression softening. "Despite your getup, you know know how we fight, don't you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ron looked up from the record, his eyes meeting hers. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice equally soft.
Zilla took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "We're not like the rest of them, Ron. We're... different. We have something inside us, something that makes us fight, makes us rebel. It's not just about the music, or the clothes, or the attitude. It's something deeper, something that runs through our veins like fire." She paused, her gaze intense.
"You ever fucked a punk, Ron?" she asked, her voice laced with challenge. Ron felt a jolt of desire at her words, his cock twitching in his pants. "Can't say that I have," he said, his voice low and steady. Zilla grinned, a predatory gleam in her gold eyes. "Well, then, let me show you what you've been missing." She stepped closer to him, her body pressing against his. Ron could feel the heat radiating off her, could smell the faint scent of sweat and alcohol on her skin.
He felt himself growing hard, his cock straining against his jeans. Zilla's eyes flicked down to his crotch, a smirk playing on her lips. "Looks like someone's excited," she purred, grinding her hips against him. Ron growled, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer. "Yeah, I am," he said, his voice rough with desire. "So, what are you waiting for, lizard? Show me what you've got."
Zilla's smirk widened, and she pushed him backwards onto the couch.
Ron landed with a thud, his heart pounding in his chest. Zilla stood over him, her gold eyes gleaming with lust. "Take off your clothes, Ron," she commanded, her voice firm. Ron hesitated for a moment, then began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. Zilla watched him, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Slowly," she said, her voice low and husky. Ron slowed his movements, taking his time to reveal his body to her. He could feel the heat building between his legs, his cock straining against his jeans.
Zilla, meanwhile, had begun to strip, her movements quick and impatient. She tore off her t-shirt, revealing a pair of small, perky breasts, nipples already hard and erect. Ron's mouth watered at the sight, his hands itching to touch her. She shimmied out of her leather pants, kicking them aside to reveal a tiny black thong that left little to the imagination.
Ron, now down to his boxers, could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric, his cock throbbing with need. Zilla, naked beside the thong, climbed onto the couch, straddling him. Her gold eyes burned with lust as she leaned in, her breath hot on his neck. "You ready for this, Ron?" she whispered, her voice ragged with desire.
Ron gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. "Yeah, I'm ready," he growled, his voice thick with lust. Zilla grinned, her teeth glinting in the dim light. She grinded against him, her wet pussy rubbing against his cock through his boxers. Ron's breath hitched, his hips bucking up to meet hers.
"Man Zilla, you feel so good" he groaned, as his boxers started to slide off. Zilla's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Not yet, Ron. Not until I say so." She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. Ron gasped, his hips jerking at the contact. Zilla chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Impatient, aren't we?" she teased, her fingers still tracing circles on his cock.
Ron gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his desire. "Zilla, please," he begged, his voice ragged.
Zilla just laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, Ron, you're gonna have to do better than that," she taunted, her fingers still torturing him through the thin fabric of his boxers. Ron groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her touch. "Fuck, Zilla, I can't take this much longer," he growled, his voice laced with desperation.
Zilla's grin widened, and she leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Then make me stop," she whispered, her voice a dare.
Ron's eyes flashed with determination, and he reached up, grabbing her by the wrists and flipping her onto her back in one swift motion. Zilla gasped, surprise flickering across her face before it was replaced by a wicked grin. "Well, well, well. Look who's got some fight in him after all," she purred, her gold eyes gleaming with challenge.
Ron didn't respond, instead he lowered his head, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. Zilla groaned, her back arching off the couch as sensation flooded her.
Ron's mouth was hot and demanding on her nipple, his tongue swirling and teasing. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing, her pussy throbbing with need. "Fuck, Ron, don't stop," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her.
Ron growled, his hands roaming her body, squeezing and kneading her flesh. He released her nipple with a pop, moving to the other one, giving it the same attention. Zilla writhed beneath him, her hips grinding against his, seeking friction. "More, Ron, I need more," Zilla panted, her voice ragged with desire. Ron obliged, his hands sliding down her body, fingers hooking into the sides of her thong. As he pulled her under wear down, he felt resistance, as if it was snagged on something. When he pulled harder, Zilla's erect cock ripped the thong to shreds, springing free, slapping against her stomach.
Seeing the shocked expression from Ron, Zilla's smirk faded, her eyes widening with realization. "Shit, Ron, I...I should've told you. I'm...I'm a futa." She stammered, her voice filled with sudden apprehension. She covered her cock with both of her hands and rolled of the couch, running to her room , leaving Ron alone with his thoughts. "Zilla, wait!" Ron called out, standing up and looking towards her room.
"I'm sorry Ron! I thought...... I forgot I was a futanari! I should of known that it be impossible to get someonelike you without revealing it first." Zilla's voice was muffled through the closed door, but Ron could hear the pain and regret in her tone. He hesitated for a moment, then marched towards her room, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Zilla, open the door," he demanded, his voice firm. There was no response, only the sound of soft sniffles from the other side. Ron tried the handle, finding it unlocked. He pushed the door open, revealing Zilla sitting on her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, her face buried in her arms.
Her shoulders shook with quiet sobs, her short green hair hiding her face. Ron stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. He approached the bed, his footsteps silent on the worn carpet.
"Zilla," he said softly, sitting down beside her. She didn't look up, her body tensing at his presence. Ron sighed, futas were much less likely to be swayed by words. As he look down at Zilla's curled form, he saw that her pussy was exposed. "Zilla, I can't convince you with my words, I know you won't hear them. S....o let me speak with action then." He spoke as plunged his cock into Zilla's pussy.
She gasped, her body tensing for a moment before she melted into the sensation. Ron's cock filled her completely, stretching her walls to accommodate his size. He didn't move, letting her adjust to the intrusion. "Fuck, Ron," she whimpered, her voice thick with desire. "You feel so big."
Ron smirked, his grip on her hips tightening. "And you feel so fucking tight, Zilla. You're squeezing my cock like a vice." He began to move, slowly at first, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. Zilla moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her.
Ron's cock slid in and out of her pussy, his pace steady and deliberate. He watched her, his eyes burning with lust as he fucked her. "See your cock, bouncing on you
stomach, while I fuck your pussy?" he taunted, his voice low and dirty. Zilla's eyes fluttered open, her gaze following his. She could see her cock, hard and leaking, slapping against her stomach with each of Ron's thrusts. The sight sent a jolt of desire through her, her pussy clenching around his cock.
"Fuck, Ron, that's so fucking hot," she moaned, her body writhing beneath him. Ron grinned, his grip on her hips tightening. "You like that, don't you, you dirty little futa?
You like seeing your cock while I fuck your pussy?" Ron growled, his voice laced with desire and filth. Zilla could only moan in response, her body writhing with pleasure. Ron's cock was hitting all the right spots, his pace steady and relentless. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing with anticipation.
"Fuck, Ron, I'm gonna come," she panted, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her. "Not yet, you're not," he said, his voice firm.
He pulled out of her, leaving her empty and wanting. Zilla whimpered, her eyes filled with frustration. "Please, Ron, I need to come," she begged, her voice ragged.
Ron just smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Not until I say so," he said, his voice low and commanding. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air. Zilla gasped, surprise and excitement coursing through her. Ron gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "What are you Zilla?" Ron asked. Zilla turned her head to look at him, her gold eyes burning with lust. "You know what I am, Ron. Don't play dumb," she said, her voice low and sultry. Ron brushed his cock across her folds, teasing her. "Tell me, Zilla. I want to hear you say it." Zilla's breath hitched, her body tensing in anticipation. "I'm a futa, Ron. A fucking futa with a cock and a pussy." Her voice was ragged, filled with desire and a hint of defiance. Ron growled, his grip on her hips tightening. "And what do you want, Zilla?Tell me exactly what you want," Ron demanded, his voice low and commanding.
Zilla moaned, her body writhing with need. "I want you to fuck me, Ron. I want you to fuck me hard and deep, with your big, thick cock." Her voice was ragged, filled with desperation. Ron grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust. "With pleasure," he growled, slamming his cock into her pussy in one swift motion.
Zilla cried out, her body convulsing as Ron filled her completely. He didn't give her time to adjust, instead he began to pound into her, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. "Fuck, Ron, yes!" she screamed, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her. You like being filled by my big cock?" He punctuated each word with a powerful thrust, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
Zilla moaned, her body writhing with pleasure. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her completely. "Goddamn, Ron, you're so fucking big," she panted, her voice ragged with desire. "And you're so fucking tight, Zilla. Your pussy is squeezing my cock like a vice." He increased his pace, his hips slapping against her ass as he fucked her hard and deep.
Zilla's moans turned into screams, her body convulsing with each thrust. "I'm cumming, Ron!" she screamed, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Cum for me, Zilla. Cum all over my cock," he commanded, his voice low and dirty. Zilla's body obeyed, her orgasm ripping through her, her pussy gushing around his cock, while he cock sprayed over her sheets. Ron groaned, feeling her cum dripping down his balls, the sight and feel of it pushing him over the edge.
"Fuck, Zilla, I'm gonna come too," he growled, his grip on her hips tightening. Zilla, still trembling from her own orgasm, looked back at him, her gold eyes burning with lust. "Come inside me, Ron. Fill me up," she panted, her voice ragged.
Ron grunted, his hips jerking as he released inside her, his cock pulsing with each wave of his orgasm. The feeling of his hot cum filling her pussy sent Zilla into another spiral of pleasure, her body convulsing as she came again, her cries echoing through the room.
Ron collapsed on top of his futanari punk,panting. "Fuck, Zilla, that was...like your music," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with exertion. Zilla laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. "That was fucking explosive, Ron. I've never come that hard in my life." She turned her head to look at him, her gold eyes gleaming with satisfaction, then they turned into a more puzzled expression.
"But how did you know that you would still want to fuck me after seeing my cock, Ron?" Zilla asked, her voice soft. Ron, still catching his breath, smiled at her. "Well, you remember about my sister, right? Shes one herself. My mom always says that she loves her and she never reacts. But when she gives her daughter a hug,
she says "I love you" and she says "I love you too". Ron chuckled, his hand tracing soft circles on Zilla's back. "Thats the thing with you futanari, You want action over words, right?"
Zilla nodded, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So, tell me, Ron, how does your sister... handle things?" she asked, her voice soft. Ron smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Tell you what, let me live here for a while, and I'll show you exactly how it's done." Zilla's eyes widened for a moment, surprise flickering across her face before it was replaced by a wicked grin. "You drive a hard bargain, Ron. But I warn you, I'm not exactly a conventional roommate." Ron chuckled, his hand still tracing circles on her back. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Zilla." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Now, how about we test out this new living arrangement of ours?" Zilla shivered, her body responding to his touch.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door in the distance. " Zilla, open up! I know you're in there," a voice called out, followed by a series of pounding fists. Ron looked at the time, "It's the middle of the night, who would be knocking at this hour?" Zilla's eyes widened, "Shit, that's Rouge. She must be here on business with the band." She quickly pulled on a robe, "Stay here, Ron, I'll get rid of her."
She opened her front door, Rouge was their, looking more tipsy than usual. "Rouge, what are you doing here?" she hissed, trying to keep her voice down.Rouge pushed past her, "I thought we could fuck like we used to , Zilla. I miss your cock," she slurred, her eyes glazed over with alcohol and lust. Zilla sighed, knowing that she couldn't just kick her out.
She turned to the room where Ron was still hidden, "Give me a minute, Rouge. I've got... company." Rouge's eyes narrowed, and she stumbled into the room, "Company? What kind of company?" She spotted Ron's clothes strewn across the floor, "Oh, I see. Thats the real reason why you wanted him to be our manager? So you could fuck him whenever you wanted?" she sneered, her eyes narrowing with jealousy. Zilla, growing impatient and frustrated, grabbed Rouge by the arm, "Listen, Rouge, it's not like that. Now, let's go into the kitchen and talk, okay?" she said, trying to keep her voice calm.
Rouge, however, was having none of it. She yanked her arm out of Zilla's grasp and stumbled towards the bedroom, "I wanna see who's in there, Zilla. I wanna see who's fucking my ex." Zilla sighed, knowing there was no use arguing with her. She followed Rouge into the bedroom, bracing herself for the scene that was about to unfold.
Ron was standing there, naked, covering his cock with his hands. "Hey Rouge, didn't hear you come in. Can I have a little privacy please? " He said, trying to find his clothes scattered around the other room. Rouge's eyes widened as she took in Ron's naked form, her expression change from lust to anger.
"You fucking bastard. You had no idea what she was, did you? You just saw a nice piece of ass and took it, didn't you?" she yelled, her voice filled with venom. Ron, unfazed by her outburst, calmly replied, "Zilla's a grown futanari, Rouge. She can fuck whoever she wants, including me." Rouge scoffed, "You think you're something special, don't you? You think you can just waltz in here and fuck my ex?" She stumbled closer to Ron, her eyes narrowing. "Zilla's mine. Always has been, always will be."
Ron blinked "Wait, ex? Zilla and you were together?" he asked, taken aback. Rouge scoffed, "Oh, so she didn't tell you everything, did she? Yeah, we were together. In fact, we were fucking amazing together. She loved that I would gag on her cock, that she fuck both my pussy and asshole with it. She loved it when I would swallow her cum, every last drop. But when I want us to be something more? She wouldn't listen. She just kept pulling away, saying she needed space, that she wasn't ready for anything serious. But I knew the truth. She was scared. Scared of letting someone in, truly in, to see all of her, the real her. And now, here you are, some random guy, fucking her, seeing her, knowing her, and she didn't even hesitate. She just spread her legs for you like you were the next best thing since sliced bread." Rouge's voice was laced with bitterness and jealousy, her eyes burning with hatred as she stared at Ron.
Ron grew quiet, now he saw why Rouge performed the way that she did
on stage. She was angry, angry at Zilla for leaving her, and it hurt her more than she realized. "Listen, lets talk to Zilla about this, Rouge. Maybe, just maybe, she's ready to talk now," Ron said, trying to reason with her. Rouge just laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "Talk? I'm done talking, Ron. I want action, I want to reclaim what's mine." She turned to Zilla, only to find she disappeared.
"Zilla?" she called out, her voice echoing in the empty room. "Zilla, where are you?" There was no response, only the sound of the distant clock ticking in the silence. Ron looked around, noticing that Zilla's clothes were gone, her guitar no longer leaning against the wall. "She's gone, Ron," Rouge said, her voice flat. "She always does this. Runs away when things get too fucken' real." Ron frowned, his mind racing. "But she can't just leave like this. We need to find her." Ron said, grabbing his clothes and starting to dress.
Rouge scoffed, "And why should I help you? You're the reason she ran off in the first place." Ron paused, looking at her. "Because whether you like it or not, Rouge, Zilla cares about you. And I care about her. We both want what's best for her." Something in Ron's voice made Rouge pause. She looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the sincerity in his eyes. She sighed, running a hand through her blood-red mohawk. "Fine. But I'm not doing this for you.I'm doing this for Zilla," she said, her voice softer than before.
Ron nodded, understanding her meaning. "I know, Rouge. And I appreciate it," he replied, pulling on his shirt. "So, where do you think she went?"
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