To Drive Him Batty

"To Drive Him Batty"


Author's Note: This is a Beetleborgs Metallix story, and as the show is not well known these days (not that it was very popular while it was on), many of you will not understand some things. Just go with it. ;) Sex stories are sex stories, right? And for my disclaimer, I don't own the Beetleborgs, they are the property of Sabaan (I think). Please review...I like to know what people think, good or bad. Flames will, however, be deleted. Thank you.

"Chapter One"

"CARTOONIST!" Nukus roared as he kicked in the door that led to Les Fortunes' little studio. "You have failed me AGAIN! Your monster was defeated by those snot-nosed Beetle Brats!"

Les did what he usually did when Nukus yelled at him; he gave such a jump of fright that his drawing papers were scattered, and he trembled submissively as he tried to save himself. Like the little toady he was, he put his hands together and begged the triceratops-like crustacean for his life. "My next monster will be my best one yet! You have to give me one more chance! PLEASE, Nukus!"

Horribelle, Nukus's mate, laughed. She resembled, if nothing else, a praying mantis. At least, those were the features of her armor. Les Fortunes had created her, had created all three of them, Nukus, Horribelle and Vilor. The Dregs he didn't count. They were mindless drones who lived to do Nukus's bidding. Not so with Les; he merely wanted to get even with his brother Art Fortunes. He had to admit that Horribelle was beautiful in her own way. Her face was not unhandsome...and he wished that just once he had drawn her without the armor on...damn! Her thighs were slim and firm, her legs were long and very strong. The smoothe flatness of her tummy...And she was laughing at him, as usual. When she spoke, her slight, almost hispanic accent colored every word, making them sound elegant. "You ALWAYS say that, you pitiful excuse for a human!"

Horribelle was amused...but Nukus was furious. "If you don't succeed this time, I'll make you wish you had NEVER set pencil to paper! Make a NEW monster...make it ugly, make it horrible...make it so scary that those Beetleborgs will run home crying for their mothers, UNDERSTAND?"

Les yelped, and began scribbling furiously in his sketch pad. Nukus stomped out of the room, fuming. Horribelle laughed again, and whispered into the cartoonist's ear. "Don't listen to him...I have a much better idea...create a female monster...and have her seduce that blue buffoon who gave them their powers...think about it." she turned and walked out.

Les stared after her, looking at her as if she had sprouted another head. Was she crazy? He shook his head, and tried to create a truly abominable monster...but he kept thinking about what she had said. It wouldn't leave him alone. "Oh, Hell!" he cursed, flipping up to the next page to draw. This new idea wouldn't leave him alone until it was on paper, he knew that. He would draw her...then he would be able to concentrate on his real assignment.

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"Rrrrrraaaaaaagh!" Nukus roared, knocking over a tombstone in their cemetary headquarters. He was livid. Why did he keep on such a shameful example of a villain? The only reason was, of course, he was the crustacean's only chance to defeat the Beetleborgs, damn him...Nukus bared his teeth in a snarl, and his nose scrunced up in anger so that the horn on it twitched a little.

Horribelle always found that to be cute. She tapped him on the shoulder, and he whirled around to face her.

"How many times have I told you not to do that?" he demanded, catching her wrist in his enormous hand. She smiled, and purred in pleasure as he squeezed it not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to be uncomfortable. She liked the discomfort.

"You've been WAY too tense lately." she told him, moving closer to him rather than pulling away from him, so close that her body was pressing up against his. "You need to learn to RELAX." She reached down to his loincloth, and slipped a hand underneath it. He didn't pull away. He enjoyed the way she could calm him down when he was like this. She didn't know it, but she had saved that worthless cartoonist's life so many times this way that it wasn't even funny. Horribelle cupped her palm over the bulge that was behind the tough canvas cloth, and rubbed. He wasn't hard, but she knew it wouldn't take him long to get hard. She knew what she was about. Nukus closed his eyes and gave a rhinocerous-like snort.

"You're a wanton little whore." he told her, not in an unaffectionate way.

"Yes I am." she chuckled, agreeing, and pressing her lips against his. She rolled his testicles in her hand through the fabric, and she felt his pole beginning to harden and extend so that the tip was lower than his scrotum. She rubbed her palm up over the top of his shaft, starting at the spongy head and ending at his pubic bone. She didn't rub downwards; she returned her palm to the head, and rubbed upwards again...and she repeated the action a few more times, and he growled against her mouth as his tongue began to force his way between them. She opened her mouth obligingly, and sucked on the tip of his tongue as he growled low in his throat. He was fully erect now, and his loincloth was beginning to feel most uncomfortable. He ignored it. He wanted this to last a while.

Horribelle was getting more and more turned on by his reactions, but she didn't let on how much she wanted the sex. She wanted to make him suffer a bit. She continued to kiss him for a few moments, their tongues encircling each other, battling to see whose was the more aggressive tongue. She tasted a slight tang on him; he had recently eaten an orange. She smiled wickedly, and held his penis firmly with her fingers while the thumb flicked lightly over the sensitive crown, still working over the fabric. Her mate growled his impatience and his hips bucked once against her hand. "Impatient, are we my love?"

"You're a bloody cocktease..." he ground out, trying to rub himself against her. She stepped back. He began to grow agitated, but then he saw what she was doing. She reached to his belt buckle, and removed his loincloth so that his cock could have more freedom...and so that she could get to it. He still had his armor on, and his legs were still covered, but the part that mattered was exposed. She loved to look at it, toch ich it. It was eight inches long when fully erect, large like the rest of him, and thick too. She grinned, licking her lips as she got down on her knees in front of him. "Yes..." he told her, "do it now."

Horribelle took her time. She licked around the crown of his member, flicking her tongue just beneath the head, and watched him squirm. She loved this! Nukus groaned as she did this, and his cock twitched out of her grasp since she hadn't been holding it firmly, and bopped her lightly on the nose. She grabbed it roughly, and spoke to it. "You behave, or I won't suck you." Nukus laughed at that, and reached down to remove her helmet. She shook her head. She wouldn't allow it, not outside the bedroom. Only behind closed doors would she remove all of her armor, and show that she looked just like any human woman, only as porcelain white as he was red. Horribelle lowered her head, and took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking the whole thing in, and letting it back out with a "pop!" She licked his scrotum with long, warm strokes of her tongue, sucking first one ball then the other, moving them around beneath the skin like a pair of hard cooked eggs in a plastic baggie. She licked her way up the underside of his shaft, lingering at the most sensitive parts, and enjoying it like it was an ice cream cone, circling her way around it. He just stood there and took it. Finally, she gave him some reprieve. She sucked on the sensitive head, then began to give him a royal blowjob. He hissed inwards through his teeth, and forced himself to remain still. This didn't last very long; she did something she rarely did because it was uncomfortable for her. She took in four inches of him...then five...then six...she was going to deepthroat him. He held very still, not wishing to gag her, and waited for her throat to grow accustomed to his size. It was no easy feat for her, but she finally managed it. She angled herself so that they were lined up better, and began to move her head up and down on his p. H. He knew it was safe, so he did what he had been longing to do; almost gently, he began to hunch his hips back and forth, thrusting into her throat as she held onto him with one hand and fondled his balls with the other.

Nukus was getting dangerously close he phe point of orgasm, and he pulled out of her and helped her to her feet. "Your turn." Before she could object, he had undone her breastplate and was removing her armor, piece by piece. With the breastplate went her objections, and she let him remove her armor...all but her helmet.

"The helmet stays on...do you know how long it takes to wind up my hair and tuck it inside?" she told him firmly. He didn't know, and he didn't care. He lowered his head and roughly suckled one of her nipples. Almost everything about him was rough, and he was aggressive even when they made love. She reveled in it. She whimpered and moaned as his cock slipped between her legs and emerged out the back; he moved his hips back and forth so that his shaft rubbed against her sensitive button. They weren't fully copulating, but that didn't mean it wasn't pleasurable. She moved her hips as well, and they were almost fucking while standing up. He pulled back, and got down on his knees in front of her. She stood with her legs slightly spread, and he flipped over so that he was almost on his back; he didn't want to poke her with his horns. She lowered herself with him, squatting over his face, and she resumed her previous actions, lavishing attentions on him. She couldn't fully concentrate, however. He was gently licking her most sensitive place, and he was merciless...

"Oh...yes...yesss..." she growled, bucking her hips as she came. Nukus laughed with delight, and shoved her off of him.

"Now is the time...enough of pla play...lie down!" he told her, and she did so. He positioned himself over her, but he didn't enter her yet. He sucked her breasts, nuzzling them, and he trailed kisses up her collar bone to her neck, where he bit her lightly. She cried out, and clasped him to her. She wanted this NOW! Nukus didn't need to open her legs, for they were already open, and she was rubbing against him and mewling quietly as she tried to find the tip of him to slide it in, without using her hands.t sht she had teased him, so he intended to tease her a little. He grasped his penis at the base, and rubbed the head of it against her clit...travelling up and down her cleft, up and down, up and down. She was growing angry now.

"Just DO it, damn you!" she hissed at him, but she was smiling. He laughed again, that deep throaty laugh of his, and he entered her with one swift movement so that she was unprepared for it and gasped.

Nukus began to thrust, and he wasn'tw orw or gentle about it either. He pounded into her relentlessly, grunting with each thrust, and kissing her with a bruising intensity that left her breathless. She couldn't catch her breath, and she gasped and moaned and cried out as he continued to fuck her. He cupped her breasts, using her torso for balance as he sat upright on his knees, adjusting his position and getting his pelvis closer as he pushed her thighs open wider with his hips. She could feel his balls slag agg against her as he bucked his hips, and that only added to her excitement. They were sweaty by now, and their lightly lubricated bodies slid against each other at the place where they were joined. Nukus had amazing staying power, and he surprised even himself that he hadn't come yet. But he was getting close...he just wanted to bring her off one more time before...

Horribelle dug her nails into his waist and made him fuck her. Her face was a mask of pain...but it clearly wasn't pain she was feeling. He thrusted faster now, wanting tke hke her final explosion a nuclear one, and he gave a low growl which steadily rose in pitch until it was almost a roar. Nukus was coming. Spurt followed spurt as he bucked wildly, slamming into her to the hilt. Finally, he slowed, panting. She tried to say something, but all that emerged was a soft growl of contentment. He grinned, kissing her tenderly. He rose, and they silently began to dress.

"Come." he finally said, "We've dallied here long enough. The cartoonist must surely be finished by now." He seemed to have forgotten his promise to kill the man if his work wasn't up to par.

Author's Note: This is to be a short story, but it's long enough to be broken into chapters. More to come...so to speak. ;)