I'm Gonna Make Boots Out Of You [Alligator Fight!]

When she told him to keep his tits on, he actually looked down, the toughened skin of the alligator writhing under him as it tried to get back into the water. If it succeeded, he'd be dead, so he was incredibly grateful for the white girl dropping from the tree and clamping her paws down on the alligators' snapping jaws. With Ken obscuring its vision and the additional weight on it's face it seemed to pause for a moment.

Heart in his throat and not daring to move a muscle, he considered their options. It's skin was far too thick to penetrate with his teeth from here, they were softer on the underside. "Soft bit's're underneath," he barely whispered when the alligator threw its weight to the left, attempting to get into a death roll to the right with the hefty boy clinging to its back. "Oh shit!" He latched onto the thick pad of fat just behind the gators neck on the left side to try and halt its roll, his lower canines going nowhere against the armoured hide of the alligators back, his right legs braced and digging into the mud with the force of the monster's muscle against his own.