#chelonaphobia

Request: “Power Rangers images: …Snapper.” Mention of scalie reproduction. There’s not actually any smut this time, so I didn’t mark it mature. Expect Yautja smut next, though. :P 

Imagine Snapper attempting to do some family planning on the first date. 

You wanted to meet up at a restaurant. Since Snapper was a turtle monster man, and an enemy of the Power Rangers, a pond seemed like a good compromise. 

After meeting Jellica, you’d assumed Snapper would be a merperson, like her. It explained why the date would take place outside near water. Because snappers were more prone to estuaries, you assumed Snapper was being considerate of your needs as a full-blooded land mammal. 

As long as he doesn’t expect me to get, wet- Er. You flushed, in part because you felt a little ridiculous waiting on a monster man. Next to a pond. At least there was a bench nearby. Added some normalcy to the situation. This wasn’t the great outdoors. If things got weird, you could dip. 

As long as he doesn’t expect me to jump in the pond, you amended. On the first date. 

“______, I am Phantom Beast general Snapper, spirit of the snapping turtle.”

He assumed, correctly, you were ______. Probably because you gave off strong monsterfucker vibes. It was a relief Snapper was reptilian, not piscine. Otherwise he might try to get you to release an egg in the water while he ejaculated.

Jellica had been very open about her experience mating with a human. Snapper, as you were about to find out, still had a fundamental misunderstanding of female human sexual expectations.

“Hello, General Snapper.”

“Just Snapper,” he corrected, nevertheless pleased by your formality.

Human chicks were supposed to be kinda easy, right? From what Jellica and Lepus said, their males weren’t expected to fight over them. The turtle man would have happily eviscerated any rivals. In front of you, even. Surely you knew what you were getting into? He knew he would be your first scalie. 

Hopefully only, he thought, taking in your more-than-adequate form. His yellow, glowing pupiless eyes never seemed to blink. So you could only assume he liked what he saw. You smiled. 

“So, ______, how many clutches are you interested in having?”

You blinked. Rapidly. Because you were pretty sure he’d just asked how many kids you wanted.

“Clutches? As in clutches of eggs?”

“If you prefer only one batch from me,” he said, tossing his arms up, “I completely respect your decision.” 

Snapper would never stealth you. That was beneath a Phantom Beast general. Even if you’d been a spoil of war, Snapper would take his time to court you. But you were here completely of your own volition. He had to keep in mind his date might want as many monster fathers for your young as possible. Perhaps to widen the gene pool around this area. Admirable, really. 

Still, he considered, the word “pool” causing him to sneak a glance at the pond, even if she went for superfecundation, surely she’d still like a “boyfriend”?

Snapper knew he’d have to update his vocabulary if you were interested in a long term mate. You were his first human, after all.    

Oh God, he did want you in the water. Emphasis on “want.”  

“I mean, it’s not that shallow?” he tried. ______’s expression was blank. “Your privates would remain dry. Well, your backside would.”

You could tell from his tone that he’d already appraised that part of your body and really liked what he saw. (Why wouldn’t he?) He was chelonian. Snapper came here fully intending to mount you. Considering you were a monsterfucker, you might’ve let him. Had he not brought up babies on the first date. 

You didn’t want to get his hopes up, but it was better to rip the bandaid off. 

“Er, humans don’t really plan out reproduction on first dates. That’s later. Months later. Usually.

“Oh,” you slipped, remembering a fun fact from a long forgotten source. A nature special? Biology textbook? Snapper might think you could decide when and where to get pregnant. You were pretty sure letting a monster, or at least a monster man, inside you wouldn’t make your reproduction system accommodate his. Still… 

Snapper looked like he wanted to hide in his shell. To soften the blow, you smiled again. 

It worked. 

Don't get him a Rishi stronghold...

Too late

I may have gone a little bit too over board on the skull. This is chelonaphobia the fear of turtles

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