Archive of Our Own

Today was the day. Randy grit his teeth with determination as he again felt in his pocket for the flat plastic rectangle, just to ensure that it was still there. The lynchpin of his masterplan. Today was the day he stopped being just another random hung shota in the big city. It was the day where he finally walked into a bar and ordered himself a drink, using a fake ID like a real man. He pulled out the card and read the name again: ‘McLovin’. No one would ever believe there were people stupid enough to use a name like that on a fake ID. It had to be real. Truly, it was a foolproof plan. Randy already knew what he’d be ordering, too. He’d done some research and the general consensus on the internet was that whiskey was the manliest drink. The internet was never wrong.

Randy had picked a bar on the other side of town, just in case things went awry and he needed to avoid the place and the people for the remainder of his natural life. It was a pretty sleazy little dive bar tucked away in between a laundromat and a bail bondsman. All in all, the kind of place a real man might go and get a drink. As the boy walked in, more than a few of the regulars did a double take. That was to be expected due to his age and Randy did his best to ignore their worried looks, focusing instead on the weathered decor of the bar. Everything looked – for lack of a better word – faded, even the bartender. As Randy got close to the bar and took a seat, now seeing the bartender up close, it became clear how bad things truly were. For a second or two he actually wondered if someone had placed a dead person behind the bar as a prank. Then the body suddenly started to talk.

“What’ll it be?”

The bartender’s voice sounded like a broken coffee grinder running at a quarter speed. Randy couldn’t keep himself from jumping from the shock, almost falling off the barstool as the corpse-like man slowly transitioned back into movement. Somehow the boy managed to play it off as stretching, however, and rapidly stuttered out his order.

“W-whiskey, please.”

The wizened man eyed him suspiciously. He was old but apparently not stupid, at least not entirely.

“You don’t sound of legal drinkin’ age, sonny. Let’s see some ID...”

Okay, this was it. Just slam the card down on the bar in a confident manner, like a real man who wasn’t afraid of anything. Play it cool. With slightly shaking hands Randy took out the fake ID and and placed it on the bar in front of the old man, albeit not with the manly show of force that he’d originally intended. It looked more as if he’d just casually tossed it, but maybe that’d work in his favor? The old man squinted as he stared, first at the ridiculous name and then at the pedo’esque photograph that looked absolutely nothing like Randy. His brow furrowed. Then he looked back at the name. Something that stupid had to be real. After a few very long moments the bartender finally nodded.

“Whiskey, right?”

Randy drew an internal sigh of relief. The hardest’s part was over. He cleared his throat again.

“Yes, please.”

After a few moments of waiting a short glass filled with an amber liquid was placed in front of the boy. For a while he just sat there, staring at it dumbfounded in disbelief. Then he quickly wrapped his hand around it and raised it to his face. Randy gave the liquid a cautionary sniff, surprised at how strong it smelled. Over the rim of the glass he noticed the bartender staring at him. Patrons probably didn’t smell their drinks like that. They just drank them, like normal people. The boy moved to do just that, albeit he deliberately only drank half. That proved to be more than enough, though, as the drink started burning all the way down. Whiskey was probably an acquired taste. It certainly seemed so right now. As Randy turned his head to hide his grimace of pain from the bartender, his eyes happened to meet with those of a large gator sitting in the corner of the bar. He’d never seen someone like that before but he could easily tell that it was a women from the huge breasts. When the gator noticed his eyes on her, she seemed to sit up. Realising that he was staring, Randy quickly looked away to focus on his drink again. He took a deep breath to steel himself.

Although it took a little while, he’d somehow managed to choke down the remaining whiskey without coughing. After waiting a few more moments to ensure that he wasn’t going to puke, Randy paid for his drink and began slowly rising to his feet. He wasn’t used to drinking so it was no surprised that he could already feel the whiskey starting to kick in. As he turned around to leave, however, he stopped. A veritable mountain of a woman was standing in his way. It was the gator woman he’d accidentally looked at earlier. One thought entered Randy’s little mind as his eyes locked in on her giant bosom again. Mommy? She was just so big. Big enough that he was getting a strange feeling in his shorts just from looking at her. Big enough that he was having trouble not staring and imagining those fat milkers slapping him in the face. Stop that. The much larger reptile looked down at him with half-lidded eyes, practically eye-fucking him like he was a freshly made pot of extra spicy chili. Gators loved spicy chili. Randy smiled nervously and a deep rumble emanated from the clearly amorous reptile. It was at this moment he knew that he’d fucked up. Never smile at an anthro woman on the prowl for shota-cock. He started sweating bullets.

“Hey there, cutie. I’m Karen. Couldn’t help noticing you checkin’ out the goods from across the room.”

Karen casually gestured to her front, the massive mommy milkers barely covered by the red string bikini and the abs above small jean-shorts desperately clinging to her enormous hips. Judging from her flushed appearance, she was likely drunk. Maybe she was in heat, considering that she didn’t seem to be slurring her words. It was hard to tell since gator girls were notoriously good at handling their drink. At least that’s what Randy had heard. He’d only really seen anthro women in nature documentaries. Never in real life and certainly never this close. Locking eyes with him, the reptile raised her arms in a bodybuilder pose and flexed her huge biceps at him confidently.

“Boom~.”

At this point Randy should’ve just acted casually and calmly explained to the posing gator that he wasn’t interested, but his tongue felt like it’d suddenly turned into a dead fish. Instead his body answered for him, or more succinctly betrayed him, by making the oversized cock between his legs visibly jerk with excitement. Even worse, from the way the large reptile’s smile widened she’d clearly noticed. Oh no. Karen moved a little closer and wrapped a large scaly hand around his back, pulling him right up against her abs. They felt like iron bars wrapped in soft lavender-scented silk and Randy had to suppress the impulse to nuzzle his face into her stomach like a playful kitten even as his cock started growing. No, stop that! Taking a deep breath, the gator just smiled as she let out another pleased rumble, more than likely able to smell his flustered excitement. As if his out-of-control blushing wasn’t already making it painfully obvious.

“Naughty boy. Smells like you’re hot to trot already... Alright, let’s go fuck in the ladies’ bathroom.”

Randy couldn’t believe his ears. Surely she hadn’t just said that. He must’ve misheard. Surely. Clearing his throat a few times, he managed to squeak out a single word.

“W-what?”

The boy didn’t get a response, however, before he was unceremoniously picked up by the larger anthro who then proceeded to carry him towards the ladies’ bathroom, as casually as if she was purchasing a 10 pound bag of gator-chow at the local supermarket. Randy felt his cock give another excited jerk from the feeling of him being manhandled so easily. No, no, get a grip on yourself! He tried to get the attention of some of the other patrons in the hopes that maybe they’d come to his aid, but they all seemed to be deliberately avoiding his gaze and staring into the drinks of front of them. Even the bartender had somehow become extremely focused on the task of cleaning a glass that already looked very clean. Randy’s stomach sank as he realised he was on his own.

As the two of them entered the ladies’ bathroom, Karen had to angle herself a little to actually fit through the doorway. Somehow this only turned on Randy more even as a growing sense of panic continued to war with his arousal. A large yeen was standing in front of the mirrors, fixing her makeup. She gave a nod of acknowledgement as the gator slowly strode by with her catch.

“Hey Karen. New boyfriend?”

Giving Randy a surprisingly gentle affectionate squeeze, the gator let out a little pleased rumble that reverberated through the boy’s body.

“Yeah. Little cutie couldn’t wait ’til we got home. Gonna need a little privacy. If the stall’s a’rockin’, don’t come a’knockin’.”

The yeen let out a loud and extremely characteristically hyena laugh before her eyes zeroed in on Randy. He really didn’t like the look of the grin that spread across the yeen’s face as she spoke, nor the ominous tone of her voice.

“Good luck, cutie. Her last boyfriend died of a shattered pelvis~.”

After another obnoxiously loud yeen laugh the anthro woman finished with her makeup and quickly left the bathroom, looking back at the gator and her catch as if she most of all wanted to stay and watch. Considering what he’d heard about yeens, she’d probably try for sloppy seconds if Karen wasn’t careful. Randy looked up at the reptile with his sense of rising panic slowly starting to overtake his arousal. His voice cracked as he spoke.

“S-she’s joking, right?”

The gator looked down at him for a moment before giving him a big toothy grin, one that didn’t make the boy feel the slightest bit better about the future safety of his pelvis.

“Yeah, mostly~.”

Randy was carried into a nearby stall and placed next to the toilet. Before he knew it, his short were off and with a casual flick of her wrist Karen sent them sailing over the top of the stall. Gone. That wasn’t the worst part, though. To his great shame his now exposed cock was rapidly approaching industrial strength diamond hardness, throbbing eagerly as if it had a mind of its own and wanted more than anything to slide deep inside the gator muscle mommy in front of him. Things were getting serious. Randy needed to say something.

“I-I think there’s been some kind of mistake. I only came t-to get a drink...”

He didn’t really think that was going to work but he had to try appealing to the gator’s better nature. Unfortunately she just grinned at him and let out a hissing giggle, clearly amused by the fact that he was protesting against being raped in the bathroom of a seedy bar. It probably didn’t help that his body was betraying him by still pumping out arousal pheromones.

“What’s wrong, cutie? Old enough to drink but not old enough to pump some gator puss?”

Randy was just about to argue that this was exactly the case but he realised that it’d been a purely rhetorical question when Karen started pushing him towards the toilet. At least it was clean, he quietly thought to himself. Sitting him down on his porcelain throne, the larger reptile let our another rumble as her eyes hungrily devoured his fat throbbing boy-cock in all its turgid glory. With surprisingly deft fingers she quickly removed her jean-shorts and placed them on top of the dividing wall. Randy stared up at the leering gator, his cock throbbing excitedly and shamefully as Karen straddled his sitting form. He swallowed audibly as he watched the red bikini bottoms being pulled to the side, revealing the prettiest little gator cunny he’d ever seen. It was an almost unnatural shade of hot pink and wet enough that it was glistening in the light. Randy had to admit, it did look incredibly enticing, but he was still a virgin. He’d been saving himself for marriage but with the height and income requirements rising every year, was that even realistic? By the time he became legal, human women would be demanding 7 foot tall men that made 7 figures. Maybe going balls-deep in an anthro hag was actually a power move?

A deep rumble shook the stall as the gator’s womanhood made contact with the head of Randy’s hard cock, slowly stretching to engulf it a few seconds later. Karen then began lowering herself, forced to take it slow in spite of the size difference that otherwise existed between them. The boy’s thoughts about power moves fizzled out as the pleasure paralysed him and made his eyes roll into the back of his head. A big stupid vacant grin smeared itself across his face as the gator took the first couple of inches. Was this the power of gator pussy that he’d read about on FurChan? Instinctively his small hands grabbed the gator’s massive hips, squeezing them desperately as if he was afraid that Karen would run off before taking him all the way to the hilt. There wasn’t much chance of that happening, though. Randy couldn’t see it because of the boulder-sized breasts obscuring his view but the gator had a look of pure bliss on her face, a long pink tongue lolling from the side of her mouth as her pussy slowly devoured the boy’s magnificent cock inch by glorious inch. Her hisses of pleasure almost drowned out the sound of large clawed fingers scoring the wooden dividing walls on either side of the boy. Another inch. Then another and another. Things continued like this for several minutes until finally the gator’s hips met the boy’s pelvis. Karen could easily crush him if she wanted but she was being exceptionally careful, clearly not wanting to break her new boy-toy. The stall once again shook with a deep rumble, one that reverberated through the boy’s body. Looking around, Randy finally noticed the claw marks on the walls. Then he looked up and saw the gator grinning down at him, already a little out of breath from the meat now lodged deep inside of her.

“Buckle up. It’s g-gonna be a bumpy ride~.”

Hearing Karen’s voice tremble slightly only served to turn on Randy even further, his cock throbbing wildly inside its silken vice and prompting another hiss of pleasure. The gator started riding him, going all the way up before lowering herself back down, slowly bullying his massive boy-cock with her sopping tightness. She was shamelessly riding the boy like her own personal sex toy while he whimpered and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. His hands scrambled for something to grasp onto and ended up on the gator’s muscular thighs. God, they were huge. How was she so big and yet so tight down there? So domineering and yet so gentle? It was like she was the best of both worlds. Randy loudly groaned as the gator pussy ascended, causing the gator to unleash another deep rumble of her own before she sank back down on him. It was his first time and he was already so close. So close to blowing his top and spilling his seed deep in this big sexy gator woman. Karen growled a little as she started riding him faster, bending over to grab the toilet for better leverage. This caused her massive breasts to press into Randy’s face. They were oppressively heavy and yet so wonderfully soft, engulfing his face one moment only to rise and then come right back down to slap him in the face again. Mommy... Oh god, why was he into this? His cock started to throb faster and his smaller body began to tremble beneath Karen’s bulk.

“W-wait!”

The boy’s half-choked plea was completely drowned out by another deep rumble from the horny gator as she lowered herself back down onto his twitching meat-pole, completely engulfing it and squeezing it like she never wanted to let it go again. Randy’s eyes crossed. It was too much. Gator pussy was too damn good. With a loud (and very unmanly) sob the dam inside him finally broke and he began helplessly unloading his balls deep into the cock-bullying gator woman.

“M-Mommy~!”

Long thick ropes of scalding hot seed rushed forth, splashing against the reptile’s cervix and sending her hurtling towards an explosive climax. Karen threw back her head and let out a roar like she was a kaiju in a Godzilla movie, triumphantly celebrating the destruction of Tokyo. The bestial sound shook the entire bathroom and out in the bar most of the other patrons decided that now would be an excellent time to call it an early night. After all, it was a work day tomorrow. Bending forward again, the gator pulled Randy into a sloppy kiss and her large tongue slid into the boy’s smiling mouth where it started wrestling him into submission. All he could do was to groan happily while his twitching cock rewarded the gator with another round of thick egg-fertilising loads. Karen let out a happy rumble of her own. Then, pulling her tongue out of Randy’s mouth with a loud slurp, she leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“So warm and so much, too. You must really love your ‘Mommy’, huh~?”

Reaching up to pull a big mommy milker out of the top, Karen pulled the boy’s lips onto her nipple. He eagerly accepted the hard nub with a slurred moan and started to suck on it like a baby all while the gator’s wide hips slowly started to pick up speed again. Once again Randy was utterly defenseless against the muscular gator and unable to much much of anything except just play along as she ravaged his young body. Fortunately he was super into it, groaning around the massive gator tit while his cock jerked with excitement and started to grow again. In the back of his mind he knew that this was going to be a formative experience for his manhood, one that would by far overshadow having his first drink. Whether he wanted to or not, he was hooked on this muscle mommy gator and her tight reptilian cunt. Karen let out a loud rumble as Randy playfully bit down on a hard nipple.

“Are you tryin’ to get yourself an older girlfriend, sweetie? Because this is how you do that~.”

He wasn’t in any state to offer a coherent reply. He’d never felt this good in his entire life and his mind was like a swamp of soft warm bliss, every attempt at focusing only seeing him sink deeper and deeper into the comfortable mire caused by the gator’s tightly gripping pussy. I love you, Mommy... I love you... Randy could only groan unintelligibly as he obediently sucked on the larger gator woman’s tit. Naturally, she took his answer as an acknowledgement and started riding him faster, really letting loose as she treated him like her own personal meat-dildo.

Karen only stopped riding when the bartender came in hours later to tell the two lovebirds to hit the pavement so he could close up the bar. By this time Randy had become completely blissed out of his mind and had a vacant grin permanently etched onto his face. Not knowing what else to do, the older gator woman just shrugged and took him back to her place where she tried putting him to bed. She lasted all of 10 minutes before she was back on top of the boy, bouncing her needy pussy up and down on his fat swollen gator-pleaser like a woman possessed. It was no small wonder that Randy's pelvis was only slightly bruised. This continued well into the morning where Karen finally fell asleep on top of him after what was probably her 30th orgasm. Beneath the gator Randy still had a smile on his face, now sleeping soundly with his head buried in her massive soft tits. He had indeed become a man that day but not at all in the way that he’d imagined.