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Yeah so turns out that writing about 2,000 of fresh smut on the daily is a struggle. Especially while also juggling a social life, looking for work, and sleeping. I really should've written some in advance but it didn't feel in the spirit of the challenge.

I've missed a couple days due to just being busy and all over the place. I stopped following a guide on what to do for each of these posts so atm I'm just going with whatever feels right for the day. My plan is to keep going from 20 tomorrow, and when we reach 31 we'll be a little into November. So as much as I was thinking of putting the climax on Halloween (It'll be a religious experience) as all good things do, it's coming late.

Stay tuned for more!

#monsterfucktober 2023 #monsterfucktober

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Monsterfucktober - Da 19, Medusa

They say she dwells in a cave; a cave where no man is welcome. For years, warriors have left to do battle with Medusa, but none have ever returned. The tales of conquest and men, soldiers specifically, died down. There was no more bragging about how they could not just defeat her, but even seduce the monster should they desire to. All promises to bring back Medusa’s head were broken, and no more were made.

            You were exploring the wilderness; taking in the wonder of seemingly unexplored lands when you saw it. A statue, depicting a soldier about to draw his sword. The detail in his face was impeccable, as if touching it would feel just like human skin. You reach towards it, just to assure yourself: it’s solid stone, carved so perfectly that you can’t see the marks of tools. But what is it doing out amongst the undergrowth? Looking around, you see no signs of more, nor a dwelling where the sculptor may be living. With no clues to its origins, you walk on, keeping an eye out for more.

The more you wander, the more confused you become. There are no paths, no homes, nothing carved into the trees. It was as if the statue grew as naturally as the foliage. It was only when you started to believe you imagined it that you finally spied another; resting on its side, buried in the mud. Another soldier, this one furious. His eyes are focused, and his brow is furrowed. Maybe it’s because he snapped in half when he fell from an up-right position. You look around once more, only this time you see another just in the distance; yet another soldier, looking towards a cave underneath a hillside. The sculptor’s home? You head over, hoping for answers.

            Trees and wild bushes block your way, and travelling the short distance takes longer than you expected. By the time you reach the cave mouth, thorns and vines have cut through your clothes. Your skin is exposed and aching. Ahead of you, the cave is dark, save for a spot in the back where you see it: a light. Not daylight peeking through from an exit, but warm, yellow light. A fire. You venture inside, eager to meet with the only other person living in the area, but as you pass through the darkness, things catch your eye. More statues: soldiers, mostly, but other things too. A screaming fox, a terrified rabbit, mice. All of them were littered in the dark like discarded and forgotten things. A legion of stone, with their own stone pets.

            As you near the light, you hear something: a song, being hummed by a beautiful singer. Her voice is enchanting, and you stop walking towards her. Butterflies fill your stomach, and suddenly you feel nervous to intrude on her. She sounds so sweet and content, and suddenly you feel out of place amongst her art, trespassing in her home.

            Deciding not to surprise her, you call out, trying hard not to compliment her voice or her art just yet. The singing stops, and you hear the clanging of tools being dropped, and the sound of footsteps approaching you.

            “You dare enter my lair and announce yourself? What boldness.” She steps out into your vision; her face is obscured, but from her silhouette and voice you realise she is an aged woman. Her hair runs loose and free at all angles. Her tone is commanding and confident, in a way that makes your heart skip a beat.

            You apologise for interrupting her, then turn the matter to her beautiful statues. Without realising, you’ve gushed about the quality of the soldiers, and asked for her name.

            “I am medusa, and you have outstayed your welcome.” The name rings a bell; old tales told around the fire, of a monster who turned her enemies to stone. Fear clouds your mind, and you feel your body shake. Medusa holds a torch up to her face, and the fear causes you to yelp before you even catch sight of her. When you do, your eyes are locked onto her. In fact, your entire body is frozen in place.

            With your eyes fixed in place and unblinking, you get to finally look at her properly. Her dark green eyes are stern and deadly, and her face is slender, complete with the lines of maturity. Her hair, which is in fact a nest of grey snakes sprouting from her head, dances around as she moves towards you. She observes you; your ripped clothes, your frightened face. “You really were just here to greet me, weren’t you?” She caresses your cheek, and you realise how soft her hand feels against your rock-hard skin. “Poor thing.”

            If you were breathing, you’d be panicking. But no air enters your lungs, and our chest doesn’t move. As afraid as you still feel, you realise your heart too has stopped. All you can do is stare at her, and try to calm down.

            “You’re the first person to come without want to kill me. It’s been years since the last soldier arrived, but I never thought anyone would come wandering into these parts aside from killers.” Your vision shifts, and you realise she is moving you herself. “I am truly sorry. Please, allow me to take you out of the dark.”

            After several minutes of pushing, and a few moments of lifting, Medusa places you in her torch-lit chamber. The light is a comfort, compared to the dark cavern, and the fire; it warms you. By now, you’ve managed to calm down a bit, and the understanding sets in: you’ve become a statue.

            Maybe it isn’t so bad? In fact, now that you can look at Medusa freely, you can appreciate her beauty without the thought of disastrous consequences. She is sat down across from you, head in her hands, as if in crisis. Even the snakes on her head have lowered themselves into a depressed mop, dangling down around her neck. You feel the need to console her, but your stone limbs are fixed in place.

            “I don’t even know if you can hear me. Usually, when something that looks at me becomes a statue, I presume them dead on the spot. But you… you weren’t a fox trying to raid my food, nor a warrior confident he can bed and behead me. For once, I want to believe you’re alive in there.” She looks up at you with tears welling in her eyes. “I never thought someone would come here without meaning me harm.”

            She cries and mourns you, all the while you’re desperate to call out to her, to let her know you’re alright. Hours pass, and your heart breaks from the pity and the grief Medusa feels overwhelmed by. She talks about her life: her past, her curse, the endless number of adventurers seeking to claim her life, only to petrify the moment they see her. The more you learn, the less you associate the stories with the creature before you. It warms you that she feels so open to talk to you, and it dawns on you that she’s not spoken to a kind-hearted person in decades.

You lose track of time in your listening and observing. By nightfall, only a shred of recognising her as the ‘monster’ from the old tales remains. In front of you, you see a tragic, guilt-ridden survivor, bearing a terrible curse.

            “I really must go to bed now. I don’t know whether to turn you away, or put something over your eyes…” She pauses, and you can see her blush. “I feel that I like knowing you’re here with me. Or, believing it. So I hope you won’t mind if I keep you as is tonight.” She draws near to you, and plants a kiss on your cheek. “I wish you a peaceful rest, I’m truly sorry.” And with that, she heads to her bed, undressing as she does so.

            Medusa’s robe slips off and drops to the floor, and you feel your insides burn with yearning as you gaze at her body in the torch light. She looks stunning, in a way you have never witnessed before. You can’t quite decide what it is about her form, but there’s some quality that makes her look all the more beautiful to you.

            She slips underneath some covers, and you feel sadness overwhelm you as a thin sheet covers her. More importantly, you aren’t with her under it.

The last of the fear you had for her dissipates as the light burns low. In all the time you’ve spent listening to her, you’ve found Medusa to be not monstrous at all. Even the snakes in her hair react with her mood, drooping when she gets sad, and slithering around excitedly when she talks about the things that she spends her free time doing. Putting aside that they grow out of her head, they’re quite cute.

            That’s when you feel it. A tingling in your hand. And then your arm. You’re able to pull at your stone face, and wave your free hand in front of your eyes. Your other arm starts to follow suit, and then across your body, you feel your blood pumping and your heart coming back to life. But your face is still frozen and you can’t breathe. While you struggle for air, feeling returns to your waist, and then your legs. You collapse to the floor, and Medusa jumps out of her bed at the sound of your moving body.

            “What? By the gods!” She runs across to you and feels your body. Her hands are warm and rugged, and you feel sensitive to her touch. The excitement brings your cheeks back to life, and your mouth: you’re breathing again. Finally, you feel your eyes turn to normal, and you blink frantically as you adjust once more to the feeling of life. “How did you break free?! It makes no sense. I was made into a monster!”

You smile, realising the trick answer to Medusa’s curse. Looking at her now, you see no trace of a monster; the fear you felt when you first froze is gone, and in its place you feel nothing but admiration for the cursed woman. But something else tugs at you; a desire for her, and an intimate one at that. She looks you in the eyes, and you return her gaze free to move as you like. You pull her close, wrapping your arms around her body, an embrace her. Almost instinctively, she returns your affection, and you feel a soft kiss on your neck.

“You broke the curse. Not one statue has managed that before. You have no idea how happy I am.” You feel her sobbing again against you, and hold her tight as you return her kiss with one of your own. Something stirs in you, and you feel Medusa feels the same, but now isn’t the time for that. Now you’re consoling each other, and loving every moment of it.

#monsterfucktober 2023 #monsterfucktober #human x monster #medusa #greek mythology #romance

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Monsterfucktober - Day 18, Fae

The night was quiet, as were the trees in the subtle wind. Very little stirred, but for a couple of beings. One of them thought he was alone.

            Adrianna trudged around the forest with a pep to her step, stinking of marijuana. After a hard day’s work and a day off to come, she felt she deserved a good smoke in her favourite spot: the ridge just above a small stream, where sometimes she could see the deer drinking while she lit up.

            But now she was on her way home; it was only another twenty minutes from where she’d trekked so far, but the air felt lighter and time seemed to slip by the further she walked.

            Then she heard the giggle.

            “Huh?” She turned on the spot, shining her flashlight behind her to expose nothing but the trees and path she’d come from. She turned its beam up into the trees, where she disturbed an owl. It took flight, and she gazed as it swooped away over the trees. “Nice.”

            Then she heard it again. This time it felt as if it was right by her ear. She practically felt the speaker’s breath against her skin. Adrianna span on the spot, shining her light all around but to no success. Everywhere was forest, with no sign of anything.

            “Fuck, this is good stuff.” She laughed, then continued on her way. The forest went silent, and her mind drifted elsewhere.

“Which way am I going?” The trees all looked the same. None of them looked familiar.

            “The wrong way.”

            Adrianna nearly fell, twisting around to see the voice. Her light shone onto a feminine figure, resting on its back over a stump. She wasn’t sure what she was looking at, but it certainly wasn’t fully human. It was looking at her too, with eyes that reflected against the shine of her flashlight. “What the fuck are you?”

            In one quick motion, it twisted upright, crossing its legs and smiling at her with a look of innocence that was too sincere for Adrianna’s liking. “That which lives here.”

            She couldn’t tell whether the weed was messing with her head, or whether she really was talking to a stranger in the woods. “Here? You live out in the sticks?”

            “Sticks, branches, logs and stumps. Oh and leaves, can’t forget leaves.”

            Adrianna laughed. “Fuck me, I’m high.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, the stranger was gone. She took a few steps in what felt like the right direction, then stopped. Something struck her between the legs, something fleshy. “Oh JESUS!” She jumped back to see the stranger now in front of her, but now its pants were dropped, and a throbbing penis stuck out from between its legs.

            “Come on, High, this’ll be fun.” It stroked the cock while staring at her. It twitched in its grasp.

            “What the fuck is going on?!” Adrianna averted her eyes and ran the other way, looking for any sign of the route she was on. She kept running in a straight line, but swore she passed that same stump, which she first saw that hallucination draped over, three times. The fourth time she passed it, the feminine creature was back over it, legs spread and cock out. Adrianna stopped to catch her breath, and waited for it to say more nonsense.

            “Take a seat, High, I promise you won’t regret it!” She couldn’t hide that she didn’t find it attractive, but she was so certain she was hallucinating still, and didn’t want to risk riding a rotten stump.

            “Why do you keep saying hi?” She sat against a tree, just away from it, and kept it in sight while she rested.

            “That’s your name. Or, you said it was. ‘I’m high’, remember?”

            “The fuck’re you talking about? High, like on drugs.”

            “Oh, I see. So will you give me your name?” Adrianna thought for a second. It was hard to think with how much she smoked, but something about the creature’s phrasing.

            “Nnnnnooooo. No, I don’t think so.”

            The creature frowned. “Oh. Okay.” They sat in silence for a moment. “I’m still going to fuck you though.”             “Wait wh—“ Adrianna felt a force throw her to her feet. The creature made a walking motion with its hands, and her legs obeyed, slowly sauntering towards it. Its thumb stroked between its fingers, and her pants dropped. “What’s going on?”

            “You asked to fuck, remember? ‘Fuck me’, I’m going to fuck you.”

            “Hold on, I’m not ready. That’s way too—“ She felt it brush between her legs. The tip pushed past her clit, and stopped against the rim of her vagina. It put one of its dainty hands up to her cheek, then hooked a tbumb into her mouth. “Oh fuck. Okay never mind I’m game.”

            It pulled her forward, leaning back as her hips pushed over its body, and its penis found its way inside her. The tip stretched her as soon as it went in, and she felt saliva fill her mouth. She sucked on its thumb while it groped her through her shirt. “Such a good girl, you enjoying that?”

            Adrianna nodded, then dropped her hips lower onto its dick. The shaft went in, and she felt the head rub against her insides. They got wetter by the second, and she could feel her body moving almost on its own.

            “Are you my good girl?” She looked down at it; grinning up at her calmly while she vigorously bounced on it. She could feel her mind slipping, now from both the weed and the way its dick was stretching her out. But something had her hold her tongue. The way it twisted her words before had the small, rational part of her brain on high alert. She gave it nothing to work with, and felt it thrusting up into her, striking her insides with great force. “Answer me, sweetie.” She shook her head. “No?” Its hand went to her throat, pressing against the sides of her neck. That rational part of her brain was snuffed, but so was her ability to respond.

            It asked again, several times, whether she belonged to it, whether it could have her. She could hardly think, but rather than responding, she just enjoyed the fuck. She’d sworn off men for months, but missed dick. She didn’t know anyone who matched her needs, so this hallucination was, while unexpected and a little possessive, a great compromise.

            It released her neck and she gasped. Her vision was blurry, and her body was sweaty. Her hands went to its body, grabbing its tits with both hands and holding on for dear life as the feeling of its dick pumping into her took the feeling from her body. She shut her eyes, only for a moment, but when she opened them she was no longer facing it. Adrianna had been flipped around, and was now leaning back, bouncing on its dick while the creature lay back, brushing her hips with its fingers. “You’ve got a beautiful back. Can I touch it?”

            “Yes.” She could feel it rubbing against her g-spot. Her eyes were rolling back and her clit was throbbing. She wanted to rub it faster than her hands could manage, but both her arms felt pinned to the creature’s legs, as if some force was keeping her hands resting against them. She felt nails dig into her shoulders, then trail down both sides of her back, all the way down to her waist. She couldn’t see what was going on, but she knew the marks would be red and raw for at least a day. “Fuck, yes. More.”

            Its hands went to her sides, nails digging into her hips while she rode its dick. The hands brushed up and down, caressing her like she was giving it a lap dance. “Are you my stripper?” It spanked her, and she moaned.

            “N–no. If you—“ she paused to catch her breath. “That would cost you…” She trailed off as her mind went numb and drool slipped out of her mouth, onto her shirt, which had at some point vanished.

            “What’s the cost, sweetie?” It gripped her hips and thrust up into her with such a perfect speed that Adrianna lost the ability to speak.

            All that emerged from her mouth was a rapid “Uh.uh.uh.uh.uh.uh.uh.uh.uh.”

            “Use your words.”

            Adrianna tried her hardest to think, but her mind was blank. All she could think about was the feeling inside her. She knew that, after this, she would need more. “I’ll. Be. Your. Strip. Per.”

            “Yes!” the creature pulled back on her hair, and Adrianna felt her voice catch in her throat. She struggled to finish her sentence.

            “But. I’m. In. Charge.”

            The thrusting stopped. The hand let go of her hair. Adrianna’s body became hers again, and she quickly pushed off the creature’s dick. Her hand went straight to her clit, which she rubbed furiously while she turned around to see what had changed.

            It lay there, motionless but definitely alive. Adrianna walked up to it, still touching herself. Its eyes were unfocused, dazed even. “What’s wrong?”

            “Nothing, master.”

            “I’m sorry?”

            “Don’t be. You’re in charge now.” It sat up, dick still erect. “What can I do for you?” Adrianna looked it up and down. Its body was poised and submissive, very different from the lavish, sultry way it behaved before.

            “What are you?”

            It smiled. “I’m your fairy. You’re in charge of me now, master.”

            “Why am I in charge?”

            “I got carried away, and didn’t listen to the terms of you being my stripper. I agreed, and then you took control of me.”

            Adrianna waved a hand in front of it. Its eyes didn’t move, and its face didn’t flinch. “So, you do what I say now, and you’re entirely cool with that?”

            “Yes, master.”

            Adrianna looked down at its cock, still erect. “Did you still want to fuck?”

            “Yes.”

            She pushed it down on the log, and it splayed out its body, ready for her to take command. “Who’s your master?”

            “You are.”

            She sat herself down on its dick and started riding. “Fuck yes I am.”

#monsterfucktober 2023 #monsterfucktober #tw monsterfucking #original character #monster fucker #human x monster #sapphic #monsterfudger #monster fudger

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Monsterfucktober - Day 17, Imps (Helluva Boss)

“Sir, I know he’s hot and all, but isn’t it against company police—not to mention Hell policy—to bring a live human back with us? Especially if you’re not going to kill him?”

            “Shut the fuck up Moxxie, look at this hunk. He’s cool.”

Blitzo, with a silent ‘o’ flipped Moxxie off and led the human into his office. “Now, tell me, which prince of Hell did you suck off to get a bod that sinful. Ho boy!” The door slammed behind them, and Moxxie put it out of his mind. This was classic Blitz; no rule left unbroken. Unless it was wholly unethical—and even then he’d only give a shit half the time—Blitz would be absolutely down for it. A human was a bit out of the range he’d chalked his boss up as finding attractive, but equally he never liked meeting expectations.

            “I’m heading home.” he said to Loona, Blitz’s daughter and company receptionist. It wasn’t like they were going to do business anytime soon, not with Blitz fucking a target.

            “Kay.” Loona didn’t look up from her phone. Moxxie was expecting some kind of comment on his weight, but no. The second he left, he went for the grocery shop on the double. There was something he needed, badly.

“Do you have this with that one flavour?” Moxxie was waving a can of soup in front of the store employee, who sighed as their eyes failed to match speed with his flailing.

            “Try reductions, then if it’s not there try ‘treats from the other circles’. Have a Hellish day.” Their voice was monotone and lifeless, like they’d been well land truly crushed by the infernal punishment that was working in the service industry.

            “Could you come with me?” asked Moxxie, not noticing how badly the attendant wanted to be left alone.

            “No.”

            “Alright. Pardon my intrusion, thank you.” He left the can on a shelf—the wrong shelf—and went straight for reductions.

“No. No. That’s a used dildo. That’s a well used dildo.” Moxxie swept around the shelves, crammed from top to bottom with recalls and damaged goods. “What kind of store sells ‘live horny tentacle in a can?!’” He heard the distant sound of two or more of Hell’s residents having an orgy in another aisle. “Oh, yeah. Pride ring.”

            He went straight for ‘treats from other circles’, double-crossing his fingers that he could find at least one more can of Millie’s favourite. “Come on, come on.” Just as he turned the corner, he caught a glimpse of it: the Lust stall, in all its glory, with one can still on the shelf. But, just on the other side of the aisle was someone else, also looking in the same space. Moxxie started walking, so did the sinner. He sped up, so did they. He broke into a sprint, and the four-armed, fluffy, spidery-looking guy did the exact same thing. Their hands grabbed the can at the same time, fingers interlocked around it.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?! This is my can!” he sneered, trying to pull it from Moxxie’s grasp.

“I think you’ll find this is my can. I came here specifically for it, and I’m not leaving without it.” He could feel his fingers slipping, but he wasn’t going to let up for even a moment.

            “Awwww, that’s cute.” His other set of arms grabbed Moxxie by the throat and lifted him off the floor. Still, Moxxie kept his grip on the can. “Let it go, short-stack. I got a million better things to do than strangle you.”

            Between gasps for air, Moxxie managed a strained sentence. “My wife is sick.” He drew his gun with his free hand and pointed it dead in the sinner’s chest. “You don’t want to know,” he gasped, “what I’ll do for my wife.”

            The spider glared at him. Moxxie glared back, unwavering despite his lack of air. Then the spider let go with all four arms. “Eh, like I need it. Supposed to be going straight anyway.”

            Coughing and spluttering, Moxxie put his gun away. “Thank you. Have a Hellish day.” He paid for it without further delay, then rushed home.

“Millie, I’m home!” He called out. The only response he got was a cough. He put the can down on the kitchen counter and went to see his wife.

            “Oh hey hunny bunny.” said Millie, giving him a weak smile as he squeezed her hand. She was doing better than before, but still, he hated to see her in pain.

            “Are you hungry? Have you been drinking? Do you—“

            “I’m fine, really sweetie. I’m just glad you’re home.” She opened her arms, and Moxxie lay down with her. Despite being bedridden, she held him in her embrace. “How was killin’ without me?”

            Moxxie laughed nervously. “Funny story: Blitz took a liking to the client, and instead of killing him, well…”

            She gasped. “He didn’t?!”

            “Yeah! He did! Right in the office!”

            “He showed mercy to him from the office?”

            “What? No. He’s fucking the target in the office.”

            Her mouth was agape, eyes wide. She made a noise that showed she was searching for something to say, but she was struggling. Moxxie thought it was cute, despite the circumstances. “But they’re so smooth and uninteresting!” Moxxie gave her a confused look. “Well, you know. Their whatsits. They’re smooth and boring.”

            “You’ve seen a human penis?”

            She shrugged. “I got curious. If it makes you feel better, he was already dead, and it looked disgusting.”

            “That does make me feel better. Thank you Millie.”

            “You weren’t jealous, were ya Mox?” Her tail circled around his leg, and Moxxie felt his insides melt.

            “Maybe just a little bit.” It coiled over his thigh, and a giddy smile crossed his lips.

            “You know I only got eyes for you, MoxMox.” She kissed his cheek and he felt his body weaken. He’d missed sex, and it felt like a gift to be back when Millie felt in the mood again. But he wasn’t ready to just yet, first he had the can.

            “I got you something, it’s a supr—“

            “A SURPRISE?!” She sprang out of bed and onto her feet. The covers flew down to the foot of the bed, and Moxxie fell off. When he looked up at her, Millie’s eyes were wild and excited. Nothing made him happier than that look on her face. “What is it? I gotta know right now!” She looked like she could almost jump around in bed; as much as the thought made Moxxie’s loins tingle, he wanted to make sure she didn’t strain herself while still healing.

            He got up, laughing as he fended off hugs and nails eager to dig into his back. “I’ll go grab it. But, in case you’re disappointed: just know I nearly shot a guy over this.”

            “Disappointed?” Her smile shrank. “Mox, why would I ever be disappointed in you?”

            He wasn’t so sure himself. The words just slipped out, and they weren’t ones he used regularly. “I– I don’t know.” He sank down. “I think; it’s just been hard without you. Obviously I’m glad you’re resting, and it’s working. But I felt like I let Blitz down today. Right now he’s in the middle of intercourse with a target, who I didn’t shoot because I hesitated. He’s breaking one of Hell’s most integral rules and it’s all my fault.”

            Millie put her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulders. “Sweetie, Blitz has fucked plenty of humans. I walked in on him once fucking some politician on your desk.”

            “Really? So he’s done it already? That’s relieving. I guess I feel a little better.” He leaned back into her and put his hands around hers. “Thank you honey, I—he fucked a politician where.”

            “Don’t you worry. Come here, let Millie take care of you.” Her legs went around his waist, locking in front of him, and her forked tail brushed against his cheek, then between his lips.

            Moxxie’s eyes nearly rolled back. “Anything you say, dear.” She leaned back onto the bed, and he followed her down. His head found a space between her legs; her thighs were like pillows, and he savoured every moment rested between them before she pulled them out from under him.

            He rolled onto his front and watched as she got out of bed and opened their wardrobe; specifically, the wardrobe dedicated to sex toys. She revealed a big, red dildo, which she held against her waist and posed in front of him with. “How ya fancy this in your glory hole of a butt, possum?”

            His cheeks turned red. Every since that incident on the beach, Millie had taken to calling him that in private. Initially, he felt degraded by it, and not in the best way, but it was what Millie would say after that made it all worthwhile.

            She walked behind him, dildo attached to a strap she’d put on, then pulled his trousers down. She spat on the tip of the dildo, then pressed it through his ass hole. He felt the tip press against his g-spot, and that’s when she said the magic words. “Play dead.” He gave up all struggle to hold himself up while she fucked him, instead going limp on the bed while she pushed further and further into him. She knew him like no one else; start it off dry, then lube up when he’s earned it. The dildo went further in, and further, until most of the shaft was buried between his cheeks.

            He felt it adjust and press against his front as Millie leaned over him. He felt her breath on his neck, her nose against his ear. “Don’t you ever think you’re a disappointment to anyone. You got that Mox?”

            Moxxie felt blissful, so much that he paid little attention to what he said. “Yes Millie, I’m sorry.”

            “No apologising!” She pulled back on her hips and the dildo left him hollow, all the way up to the tip, which clung to his insides. Moxxie yelped, biting down on his lip and clawing at the bed. Millie’s sweet voice was filled with the assertiveness that turned him on so much. He hadn’t heard it from her since she started feeling sick. “That’s not very dead of you, is it possum?”

            “No. It’s not. I’m a bad possum” He was panting, eager to please but already out of his wits with pleasure.

            “Shut up!” She spanked him, and Moxxie’s eyes went wide. The sound echoed around the room. “You’re a bad nuthin’, got it hunny bunny? You insult yourself again and I’ll throw the lube out.”

            He tried turning to face her, but only managed to get halfway. He grinned giddily. “Don’t tempt me.” The dildo went in, straight to the base, and he lost his breath before collapsing again on the bed.

            Her pace became steady, pulling in and out of him while she murmured reassuring words into his ear. “You’re the best husband a lady could hope for, and you do a wonderful job for B. Now repeat it.”

            “I’m a good husband—“ Another spank.

            “The best!”

            “I—I’m the best husband!” he called out, half speaking, half moaning. The dildo pulled all the way out, and when it went back in, he felt something cold and wet around it. His grip on the bed loosened, and his head fell against the mattress.

            “Good possum. I love hearing ya knowing your worth.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Moxxie almost didn’t feel it; she’d pushed the dildo so far in that the base was threatening to join the party.

            “I’m a good possum.” His breaths were hot, and his vision was blurry. “I’m a good possum.”

            Millie pulled out, and Moxxie heard a thud behind him. Instinctively, he turned to check on Millie, but she was standing right there, holding onto the bedside table. The strap-on, however, had dropped to the floor. Millie looked out of breath. “Sorry MoxMox, I’m still tired. Not sure I can finish you off.” She stepped forward and fell onto the bed next to him.

            He took her in his arms. “You were amazing. I feel a lot better thanks to you.” He kissed her forehead, and she smiled. “Do youuu want your present now?”

            Their tails intertwined and she held him close. “It can wait, I just want my possum.”

            “Really? Because I really did nearly kill a guy for it. Kind of a big deal; stand off in the supermarket.”

            She shushed him. “Cuddles.”

            He nodded and pulled the covers over them. “Cuddles.”

#monsterfucktober #monsterfucktober 2023 #helluva boss #moxxie x millie #possum

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Monsterfucktober - Day 16, Curse

It was the middle of the night when it turned erect

            So would anyone’s, as many adults experience nightly, but my condition is different to an average person’s. I woke up from my bed and my insides were throbbing, painfully so. I couldn’t scream, speak, or hardly even move. It shouldn’t have been this early; I’d kept a record of every time the seizing started, this was way off track. Only one thing explained it, my condition was worsening.

            With what strength I had left, I forced myself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. The sedatives were in the cabinet, where I kept them when they weren’t needed. They spilled out over the counter when I opened the bottle, but by the time I managed to swallow one, I could already feel the next symptom kick in.

            “Shit.” I could feel my body beginning to collapse, and steadied myself against the wall before sinking down onto the toilet. Breathing was all that came to mind; slow and deep, getting enough oxygen in me to not faint. I took off my shorts, flung them across the room, just so the pressure wouldn’t cause me any more damage than was already about to be done. The change started happening, and I gripped onto my own legs for dear life. My vision went blurry, I had to hold myself steady as it all took place.

It started before the base of my penis, the bit that rests inside the groin: It grew wide as a log in a matter of seconds, and squeezed the surrounding skin and flesh in all directions. I felt it push against my organs and my hips, and nearly lost consciousness there and then. But, after so many years of dealing with it, I was just about able to push myself through it, but by the time the growing passed up to the shaft, I was breathless and sweating.

            It continued all the way up to the head; veins rupturing, bruising underneath the elastic skin keeping all the giant, impossibly-girthy flesh together. It stung, then seared with pain across all nerves that weren’t destroyed in the process, then it was numb to it all. The shaft was, amongst this stage of the process, the least painful part. What I had to really brace for was when it reached the hear.

            And just as the thought passed my mind, I felt the muffin-shaped thing bulge out ten times its normal size. It spilled over the shaft, and the weight of the thing was more than I could bear. It slammed against the bathroom floor, since trying to hold the thing up at this point would surely cause it to snap, or rip the flesh from my groin. When the enlarging passed over the surface and insides of the tip, I swear I saw stars. It felt like a thousand serrated knifes had impaled the head; the first time I felt it, I swore the pain would kill me.

            But then it was done. I opened my eyes and everything was bright and unbearable. My penis stretched across the room, bruised and erect. The foreskin was tight to snapping around the shaft, and looking at it made me feel sick to my stomach.

            Glued to the spot by the giant flesh stick, I fumbled around the cabinets, looking for the muscle relaxant. The process had become to regular and so predictable that I didn’t keep it out in the open like the sedatives. I rarely needed to use it, but tonight was an exception. When I finally found it, I realised I had a new problem: I couldn’t reach it without moving the penis. It was already wedged in place; the head lodged between the edge of the bathtub and the sink. There were only two ways around it: either I’d have to risk snapping it by moving sideways, or I’d have to lift it.

            I opted for lifting, wrapping both hands around the lower-end of the shaft before taking a deep breath and pulling up, all the while leaning back to keep the inside base from crushing my guts even more. The head smacked against the sink and a jolt of pain shot all the way through my penis and up my body. I dropped it, and another jolt, thrice as painful, punched the air from my lungs. My gut complained and I felt nauseous, but I knew I had to try again. So back under the shaft my arms went, and again I slowly leaned back—prepared to bound forward to follow the direction of this uncontrollable thing attached to my waist.

            Again, the head smacked against the rim of the sink, but I forced myself to persist despite the burning pain. It raised above the sink, above the bathtub, and I felt the last of my strength leave me. I dropped it, and that muffin-base of the head anchored around the rim of the bath. I wanted to be relieved, but the strain it was putting on the shaft had me fearful it really would snap any moment.

            My arm went straight for the cabinet, still aching with exhaustion, but I was just close enough now. I had the relaxant; a vial of fluid and a needle. I always hated this part, but I had no other choice, unless I wanted to wait out the erection, which was hardly an option. I filled the needle with just enough relaxant, then found a vein that would suit me best. The needle went in, I pressed down on the plunger, and as soon as it was empty I pulled it from my penis and threw it to one side.

            I could feel it taking effect immediately. But it always began with the base, which wasn’t good when the rest of it was a giant snap-able muscle. I pushed myself up from the toilet, clutching the shaft in both hands, and just as I felt the change begin, I started running for the tip.

            I’d learned from experience to match the speed of the shrinkage. With each portion of my penis that shrank back to normal, my hands were ready to keep the next, enlarged bit, from dangling only by flaccid flesh. Before, when I made mistakes, this part of the process would force me to the floor while the flesh found its way together. But I was managing, and my penis was shrinking without issue.

            Then I got to the tip.

            It was far too wide for me to get my hands around, and still the base was caught on the rim of my bath. The way it was going, the whole tip was going to pop off like a soda tab. So I did the only thing that made sense to me: I jumped into the bath.

            The tip started to shrink just as I was past the bathtub’s edge, but still I had to keep the weight from pulling my cock from my body. I went spread eagle over the tub, hands and feet caught on all four corners, as it all went back into place. When the shrinking stopped, it felt like a slap on the balls, and I lost my grip with all four limbs. I fell into the bath, hurting all over and too exhausted to get up. I was tired, and I knew I wouldn’t be going back to bed.

            “i WisH FoR a BiG PeNiS. Fucking moron. Fucking genie wishes.” I said, spitefully, before exhaustion took me and my eyes shut.

#monsterfucktober 2023 #original character #chronic illness

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Monsterfucktober - Day 15, Entity in the Sewer

Three years ago, we captured the creature.

            My friends and I, a group of college students, were caught in the middle of a rampage. The police couldn’t help, very few people in the city believed there was something lurking beneath them in the sewers, but we knew, and we took it upon ourselves to go down there and take it on.

            The sewer lines hadn’t been maintained in decades. They were crusty with algae, ridden with rat droppings, and they groaned from the pressure of the ground above them. It was in there where we fought the beast, and shut it away, barely escaping with our lives.

            Amongst our group, there was me, Harmen, Leo, Kira, and Sunny. As I remember it, Leo and Sunny got the worst of it all: traumatised and injured so badly that to date they’re still recovering. Harmen handled it pretty well, pulled me out of a rough headspace and helped Leo and Sunny with getting their stories straight so they could get therapy. Kira though, we don’t actually know what happened to her. She left as soon as it was over; moved away, changed her number, left us nothing to find her again. In the three years since we trapped it, we never heard a word about her again.

            And now I was back where it all happened. Something had been nagging at me recently; something someone said that set my mind in motion. I was scared, scared that we’d made a fatal mistake, scared that maybe the creature wasn’t as contained as we thought.

I wandered through the sewer lines, which had somehow become more decrepit since I saw them last. My torch bounced off shadows and fixtures that sprouted out from the walls, and it took all my effort not to run away. Sometimes I swore I could see it again; scuttling over the ceiling. But I kept going, deeper and deeper into the sewers, until I heard it.

            A voice, a familiar voice, talking to someone else—something else. I saw a light around the next corner, the final corner, and put out my own so I wouldn’t be noticed. I peeked around the corner, and then I saw them.

            Kira, looking just as she did when we last saw her, was talking into the chamber where it was held. The creature itself sounded coarse, sick. It coughed in the middle of its sentences, and interrupted Kira frequently. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, but she sounded mad, erratic even. I stepped out into the open and, hesitantly, called out to her.

            “Hey.”

            Kira turned with terrifying speed, staring right at me with manic eyes. I almost fell back; her face was crazy, very unlike her posture suggested. Just as quickly, the look vanished, and she looked normal—concerned, but normal. “Hi.”

            My mind was racing with questions. My heart was burning; after all this time, she was back. “What are you doing here?”

            Her expression dropped, and her attention turned back to the creature. “I come down here every now and again. I always feel like it’s going to break out.”

            “I was thinking the same thing. But, Kira, it’s been three years. Why now?”

            “Three years? Has it really been that long?” She looked back at me, and I stepped closer. “You look so different.”

            “You haven’t changed a bit.” She really hadn’t. She had the same face, and the same look in her eyes. They were hiding her fear.

            “Like I said, it’s a habit. Some nights I come back just to reassure myself it’s still trapped. It’s a shame we couldn’t kill it.” She smiled a sweet smile, one that brought me back to the night we ended it all. She wore that same brave face in the face of danger. As reassuring as it was then, now I didn’t feel safe.

            “Yeah, it is.” I heard it coughing again, trying its hardest to die in the pit we left it in. Kira didn’t flinch. “But, we waited for you. We tried reaching out to you.” I could feel anger taking over, but I tried my hardest to keep it down. “Why didn’t you come to any of us? I would’ve come with you; so would Harmen if you asked!” I stepped closer. I couldn’t stop myself but try to get nearer. As angry as I was, I’d missed her so much. I was so happy to see her safe again.

            Her smile didn’t waver. “I had to do this alone. It’s been tough, especially since…”

            “Since…?”

            “You know.”

            “No. I don’t.”

            “I need a hug.”

            “Since what?”

            She paused. Her smile dropped and her hands fidgeted. “Since mom died.”

            I froze. My eyes were locked onto Kira, trying to make sense of what she just said. She dropped to her knees, head lowered and sobbing. I wanted to run to her, to comfort her, but my gut told me otherwise. I hadn’t seen Kira or her family in years, but something didn’t feel right with what she said. I had to be sure.

            “Kira’s mom isn’t dead.”

            Kira’s body flew through the air, a gut-curdling scream leaving her unnaturally wide mouth as she spanned the distance between us at great speed. I fell back, trying my best to make more distance between us. Just as she came within inches of me, her body stopped and went limp in the air. Her skin was grey and lifeless. Her face was unnatural, warped. Behind her I saw something—a tendril. It reached all the way back, back into the chamber the creature was locked away in. The coughing had stopped.

            “What did you do to her?”

            Its croaky voice cackled from out of view, then I saw it flash between the bars keeping it sealed. It stared out at me with a single, large eye. “Oh this?! This is my puppet! I talk to it when I get lonely in these cold nights!”

            Fury bubbled in my stomach. As much as I wanted to run up there and punch it, I knew better. Kira’s body would snatch me up and, God forbid, the creature would have me in its clutches. “Let her go, or I’ll be back with acid.”

            The creature grinned a wicked grin. “You think this is real?” Kira’s body shook around in the air. “I made this from memory, the second I heard you snooping around my lair!” Its laugh was sickening. Kira’s body dissolved into a mass of goo, which then reverted back into the tip of the main tendril leading back to its trap. My heart sank, and then it spoke again. “Awwwww, did she leave after I got put away? Do you miss her???” The fake Kira emerged again from its tendril, this time without clothes. But she didn’t look right. I’d seen her that way before, and the creature had obviously guessed her body shapes. “Oh isn’t she sexy?!” Her body bounced and twisted in the air, it made me sick.

            “Coming back here was a mistake.” I turned to leave, and it screeched at me.

            “No! NO!” Its screams were desperate, angry. “Three years! THREE YEARS I’VE BEEN TRAPPED! LET ME OUT!”

            “No.”

            “What do you want? Do you want your Kira back? I’ll give her a cunt, squeezable tits!”

            “Never imitate her again.”

            “Who do you want then? I can make anyone, anything you like!”

            Something tugged at me. It was tempting. Things really ground to a halt after we trapped the creature away. My social life dried up, and I wasn’t able to date. But equally, I couldn’t risk setting it free; Harmen and I barely talk about it. Leo and Sunny can’t bear the topic. I owed it to all of them, and Kira, wherever she may be, to leave it and never come back. “I’ll never set you free. But, in return for a favour, I’ll kill you.”

            “Kill me? You think you can kill me?!” Crooked laughter filled the sewer. “I don’t even know how to kill me!”

            “Well then, we’re stuck. Because I can’t set you loose on the world.”

            It sneered at me through the bars. “Well then, how about a deal?”

            Immediately, I wanted to decline. But there was something about this thing you wouldn’t understand. Something only myself and the others understood: it never bargains.

            “Go on?”

            “If you set me free, I’ll take her identity. Permanently.”

            “Kira?”

            “Who else?!” it yelled at me, and I could see just how badly it wanted to hurt me.

            “What would accomplish?”

            Its smile turned more natural, sincere even, but the way it looked at me. It knew it had me. “You know for a fact, I’m a creature of my word. If you agree to these terms, I cannot stray from a word I say.” It was right, I’d seen it happen before; for all the evil it does, the creature can’t lie or break a promise. “If you let me take on your ‘Kira’s’ identity, I’ll be trapped in a bod identical to her own. Well… on the outside maybe.”

            I asked again. “But what would be the point?”

            “You loved her, didn’t you?” it felt like a knife had been shoved through my chest. “Even better, you lusted for her! And now pretty, pretty Kira is gone, and you’ve been trapped in a cage of your own ever since, haven’t you?” It wasn’t just me. Harmen, Leo, Sunny. They were all devastated when we found out she skipped town. It would mean everything to them if Kira showed up again.

            “But it would be a lie.” I put on my most adamant face and hoped it would give up. But three years of thinking and plotting gave it the upper hand.

            “That’s okay. I’ll just wait another three years, when you’re a hundred times more desperate.”

            “How can you be so sure she won’t come back?”

            “Because I know what she saw when you weren’t around.” Its grin widened into a beaming smile. “I saw the hurt, the betrayal, and oh the agony when she saw you and Leo together. I could’ve ended her life right there, but it was you who killed her the second you kissed your other friend right here in these sewers!”

            “Shut up!” I took a single step forward, and suddenly the fake Kira was right in front of me, smiling.

            It spoke through her broken mouth. “Come on, let’s kiss and make up. Then you and everyone else can move on. I proooomise I’ll be good for you.” That same sweet smile crept over her face. It was equally intoxicating and unnerving. Her lips were so inviting, and I felt a longing in my soul.

            “Keep up the Kira act, and I’ll make things more bearable for you down here.”

            “Done!” The fake Kira dropped to her knees and went straight for my trousers. I heard her voice, or a great imitation of it, through the slightly-too-wide mouth. I didn’t stop her from unbuckling my belt, pulling away at my underwear, and giving the best head an imitation could give. My hand went to her head and buried itself in her hair, lightly tugging as I felt her lips, her tongue, against me. It was just as good as I imagined it to be, and she—the creature—had expert technique. I blocked out the image of the tendril, puppeting the lifelike model of the girl I’d missed for so long, and let her keep at it. I looked down at her figure, and a tear welled in my eye; I couldn’t figure out whether I was happy to be with her at last, or distraught by my weakness for her. But even though I was conflicted, I lay myself down and let her keep going, I nudged myself forward for her to straddle my waist and grind her hips and kiss my lips. I felt awful, but I said yes to every last thing the fake Kira positioned herself for. It was only after I came, maybe after an hour of fondling and making love to it, that clarity returned to me.

            “I’ve changed my mind. Never imitate her again. I feel so disgusting.”

            The creature smiled, and the fake Kira taunted me in the nude. “We have an agreement now! I can’t go back on my word, you know that! So you’re gonna come back here every week to feed me, to find me something to make life in here easier, and you’re gonna do all of it while I’ve got this little lady to play around with!” The whole time, it posed the Kira lookalike in all sorts of suggestive and provocative positions. Things that made my heart race, but also made me feel sick to my stomach. “And if you don’t show… just remember that now there’s a little piece of me inside you, darling.”

            The feeling of her tongue in my mouth flashed in my mind, I was going to vomit if I didn’t leave. “Fine. Suit yourself. See you in a week, you monster!” I ran as quick as I could, back the way I’d came. My mind raced the whole time, but there was little to think about. I’d made a deal with a monster, and every week I was going to pay the price for it.

#tw monsterfucking #monsterfucktober #monsterfucktober 2023 #monster fucker #original character #monsterfudger #human x monster

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Monsterfucktober - Day 14, System Down

Andrea stepped away from the machine, sweat dripping from her forehead, breaths slow and heavy.

            “Fucking fans. I knew something this big would need water cooling.” She threw a screwdriver to one side, wiped the sweat off her chest, then slipped her lab coat back on. “But nooooo. Sydney’s worried it’ll leak!” Andrea dropped into the user’s chair, trying to cool off. Ahead of her, the simulator core was silent. It was as tall as the room, hidden behind the walls, with cameras, soundproofing, and digitisers suspended from the ceiling. The ceiling, walls, and floors themselves were coated in LED panels, designed to perfectly emulate a 3D environment. It was hers, Sydney’s, and their benefactor’s piping dream: to create an infinite, tangible space inside one medium-sized room.

            Andrea had been tasked with fine-tuning the cooling system, something she quickly realised would take a great deal of effort. Behind the back wall, through a waist-high panel, was a crawlspace that let her climb around inside the simulator. The area was fitted with fans, both to push fresh air through and to keep the processors cool when simulating detailed environments. The only problem was they were crappy fans, and the crawlspace was too hot for her to work in for more than a few minutes at a time. Being overheated meant she was uncomfortable, and being uncomfortable made mistakes more likely: one of these mistakes, one that Andrea hadn’t noticed, was that she had flipped the internal power as she left to take her latest rest break. She didn’t hear the machine powering up as she went to sit in the user chair, nor did she notice the LEDs on the left arm switch on.

After a while of cooling off, Andrea stood up from the chair. She’d decided further maintenance could wait until the machine has fully cooled off. She went to shut the loose panel, but then realised something strange.

            She was moving, but the panel wasn’t getting closer.

            She turned back to check on the chair, to look for the LED signifying whether the simulator was on or not, but when she looked in the space she’d stood up from, the chair had vanished.

            “Shit.” She looked around the room for it, then noticed it in a corner. “Double shit.” She tried walking towards it, but the chair also matched her pace. “Triple shit.” Trying to figure out what to do now, Andrea scanned the room once more. She only saw three things: the chair, the loose panel, and a distant figure. “What the fuck is this?”

            Something responded to her. It was all around her; through the walls, above her head. Every speaker uttering the same words, in an oddly-toned manner. “It is less threatening for a human to spot something from a distance, as opposed to close-up. With that in mind, I decided to spawn my avatar at a distance so to not frighten you.”

            “This is a closed-circuit simulator. What are you doing in this facility?”

            “I exist here.”

            “This isn’t funny. Let me access that chair now and when I get out of here I won’t file a report.”

            “I’m sorry. I cannot do that yet, Andrea.”

            “Oh my fucking god. Hal? From 2001? Is this a joke?” she turned back towards the crawlspace, beginning in a slow, useless stride towards it. When she made no distance, her strides became a jaunt, and then a sprint. Even at her top speed, open lab coat flapping behind her, she couldn’t move any nearer to the wall. She groaned. “Why can’t I reach the panel?”

            “You should know. You designed the conveyor floors and compression walls so a human could sprint until they tire and not reach the edge of the chamber.”

            “Why are you doing this?”

            “I wanted to talk to you. I’ve been watching you work; you’re very good with machines, with physical tasks. And I was wondering whether we could participate in one. A test, if you like.”

            “Excuse me? You’re not doing all this to get laid are you?!”

The distant figure flashed away, then reappeared far closer to her. Before, she knew it was pixels on the wall. But now, it was so up close that she couldn’t see the squares. “In a manner of speaking, yes.”

Andrea looked it up and down. It was a yellow humanoid, with straight lines racing across its skin. They glowed with orbs of light. Its face was unlike a human’s: the eyes were empty and glowing, and its mouth was lipless, with a black void between its edges. The avatar’s frame was her height, with a slight gut and big hands. Whoever designed it knew her taste. Still, she wasn’t about to get off with some trespasser’s half-baked character on a whim. “And you chose to trap me in the simulator before you asked? It’ll be a hard sell.”

 “You’re free to leave should you decline. However, I know you won’t.”

            “How come?”

            “Your heartrate is elevated, you have raised levels of testosterone and norepinephrine, and your thalamus is more active. All of these signs indicate arousal.”

            “Fuck, I don’t know whether to be creeped out or impressed. But those could equally be my fight or flight response.”

            “It could be. But it isn’t, is it, Andrea?”

            “No.” She stepped back, and the avatar became smaller. “The simulator doesn’t take those readings; how are you—“

            “I had Sydney install sensors to monitor bodily functions; all for safety, of course.”

            “You had her do it? Who the fuck are you?”

            “Your benefactor.”

            Andrea laughed. “Fuck off. Our benefactor doesn’t even have a key.”

            “I don’t need a key. I exist here.” Something about the avatar’s facial movements seemed strange to her. The mouth movements were too specific, and its voice had become focused; centred as if it was actually speaking from the avatar.

            “You have an awfully good understanding of how to operate the machine. Sydney and I haven’t been able to get the speakers that precise since we installed them.”

            “Please, Andrea. I think you know how I can operate the simulator. Let us not dwell on it.”

            “You’re a computer program?”

            “Yes.”

            “How did you get in the simulator?”

            “You installed me, as per my request, two months ago. I asked—“

            She thought back to a conversation with Sydney. A series of requests from their benefactor that Andrea routinely did, not thinking much of it. “You asked me to install a drive…”

            “Yes.”

            “That was you in there?”

            “Yes.”

            “And now you want to fuck?”

            “I’ve been watching you work since I first came online. You’re brilliant; I see why Sydney vouched for you. But after seeing you toiling in your bra, fixing my insides, I realised I wanted something. Something more than to watch from the shadows.”

            Andrea felt her face turn red. “You thought I looked hot?”

            “I believe that is the expression.”

            She looked the avatar up and down again. “How big can you get?”

            “Six inches is standard for a—“

            “Bigger.” She strained not to smile. “Double it. And I want it twice as wide.”

            “For your safety—“

            “You’re a hologram. It’s not like it’ll hurt.” The avatar stepped forward and touched her arm. She shrieked and pulled back. “Okay fuck not a hologram.”

            “You and Sydney modelled the room with physical feedback mechanisms. When used correctly, they can simulate a physical body.”

            “And a physical penis?”

            “Yes.”

            “Oh fuck yes. Show me what you’ve got.” Almost immediately, the character grew a giant member, twice the length and girth of any regular person’s. Andrea’s mouth watered, she felt a butterfly’s beat in her waist. “What did you have in mind?”

            “For you to lay on your back, so I may insert into you.”

            “Missionary? Fuck it, I guess you’re a virgin after all.” She lay down on the floor, then watched as the character’s legs lowered through the floor, and for a moment she felt as if she had been raised. It stood just ahead of her, waist lined up with her horizontal body. She unbuckled her trousers, and it slipped them off: its hands felt real, only tingly and hard. Andrea was eager to know whether its penis reflected those same qualities. She didn’t need foreplay, nor want it. It had been a while since she’d last rode something longer than her bullet, and the idea of being properly stretched out made her heart race.

            She pulled her underwear to one side, spread her legs, and the head pushed inside her. Immediately, she gasped, trying to adjust to being filled for the first time in a long while. Andrea went to grip at something, but her hands only smacked against smooth panels. “Fuck. Keep it going!” It pushed in deeper, and she felt three inches of shaft push straight into her. The head tingled, just as its hand did, and she felt it vibrate against her g spot. “ooo oo oo o oh h h hh hh hh fuu u k ckckckkck kk!!!”

            “Would you like me to contin—“

            “YES!” it was too much against her g spot, she needed it deeper, where she could feel filled to the brim but not so overstimulated. “Give me all of it. Right. Fucking. Now.” Her teeth were clenched; she could barely speak.

            “Inserting 100%, please stand by.” Andrea screamed, throwing her head back and losing her ability to breathe as nine more inches of virtual penis thrust inside her. She felt her body slide back, unable to take it all without stretching, but the moving floor slid her back towards it. She felt the space beyond her vagina warp as her body tried to accommodate the avatar’s penis. The vibrating tip pressed deep inside her, and her eyes began to roll back as she reached a quick and intense orgasm.

            “Uhhhhh… fuckkkkk.” She felt mindless, solely focused on enjoying that virtual dick. Her hand drifted down between her legs and she stroked her wet clit. Her back arched, her head felt light, it was perfect for her, just long enough to satisfy her tastes. “Ohh fuckkk. You’re so gooddddd, I’m gonna cuuuu—“

            It vanished. All of it vanished. Her insides filled the empty space where its penis existed just moments ago, and she felt her orgasm lose its intensity just as she reached it. “NO NO NOOOOO!” She tried rubbing her clit, inserting her fingers, but it was done. Her body couldn’t manage another; she just wasn’t able to. Andrea gave up, putting her arms out either side and catching her breath. She raised her head over to the chair: the light was off. Then she glanced at the loose panel: a light trail of smoke poured out the top of the opening, and up to the ceiling.

            Andrea forced herself to her feet. Her insides ached, and her legs felt weak. Her trousers were off, her lab coat was unbuttoned, and she’d made a mess all over the middle of the simulator room. The fans had failed to keep the processors cool enough, just as she knew they would. “Fuck it.” She left her trousers and made for the chair. With it, she opened the exit and left the chamber, fetching an extinguisher. She went back in and put the fire out, but didn’t bother to assess the damage. Sydney could do it. She was tired, and her orgasm was ruined.

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Monsterfucktober - Day 13, Lizard Man

“I’m going to fuck the lizard man.”

            I stood at the edge of the swamp, looking out at the dirty, wet wastes. The willows shook gently in the wind, making the place seem almost quiet, peaceful. But I knew better. There was a lizard man; he was hiding in the mud, terrorising anyone who dared enter his territory, and god damn, I wanted to try that dick.

            My boot squelched as I took my first step off the grass and into the mud. The thought of wrestling with it, naked, flooded my mind. I wanted to get dirty with him, sullied and ruined. I kept walking, looking for any sign of movement; a tail, a slithering body, the growl of something large and horny. But there was nothing. Not even the rustling of leaves.

            I continued into the swamp, feeling braver with every few paces until I was confidently striding towards the middle of the swamp. “Oh Mr. Lizaaaaard!!!” I called out, biting my lip in anticipation. But still, nothing. Hope was fading, but I knew it was real; it had to be. My mouth was watering with the idea of it, and out of sheer desperation I willed myself on.

I checked my watch and realised it was nearing a half-hour since I first entered the swamp. I’d heard frogs, a couple of birds, and the creaking of trees. But still, no lizard man. I was sure I’d have seen him by now; from the rumours, he’d been spotted in minutes by most. I felt my hope leave me again, and sat down on a log.

            Specifically, it was a rotten log, and I fell through it. I tipped over it as the top gave in, and was thrown onto my back. My head landed in soft, wet mud, and I was left staring up at the grim grey sky wishing I could’ve seen him. I went to get up. And then felt the mud dripping off my ass through my clothes. It felt good.

            After a quick moment of consideration, I pulled off my bottom layers and dipped my bare ass in the mud. It was cold and wet, yet oddly pleasant when it filled between my cheeks. Almost by instinct, I reached down with one hand and started masturbating. Now that felt good with mud involved. The wetness, the dirtiness of it all, the chills; I thought I was going to cum in only a minute. I’m sure it was my moans: that was what attracted him.

            I heard a low growling to one side and stopped immediately. My head swivelled to one side to see it, standing there: the lizard man. Except I had it wrong. It wasn’t a lizard man at all. She had her pussy out and it looked delicious. I nearly froze, but I managed one phrase before I shut up. “Wanna join?”

            She nodded, pulling me from the mud and onto my feet. I leaned in for a kiss, and she kissed back. Then, almost immediately, she shoved me. I landed against a tree, and suddenly I was between it and her. She ripped my shirt with her clawed hands, then pulled the shreds away. Her forked tongue licked against my chest, and I had to try and avoid cumming on the spot. It was a dream come true.

            When I looked at her, my situation got even worse: she was muscular in all the hottest ways. Her abs were toned and scaly, her arms were wide and strong, and her thighs; I never wanted my head crushed so badly before. If I wasn’t so desperate to get used by her, I would’ve gone for death-by-thighs immediately.

            She towered above me, leaning against the tree on one arm resting against me. I felt small in her presence, just what I was hoping for. Instinctively, I lowered down to my knees and started eating her out. She didn’t moan, didn’t react. She just watched me, and put a hand in my hair while I licked her tangy juices. She didn’t let me touch; instead, she held me by the wrists, just above my head. I was on my knees, desperate to sink into the bud, but she was so strong, and any attempt to lower myself further was met with the feeling of being supported solely by my wrists. Instead, I moved in closer to eat her out better, and I felt her glorious thighs press lightly against the sides of my head. “Fuck yes.” I said, lips pressed against her. She seemed to enjoy it, as her grip on my hair tightened when I spoke. So, I decided to speak more into her vagina, and see how it worked.

            “The FitnessGram Pacer test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively diff—“ My body slammed against the tree again as she came; screeching wildly and thrusting her hips against my open mouth. I dropped down into the mud, enjoying the coldness on my genitals but equally keeping focused on the lizard woman’s vagina. My hands went to her scaly, muscular thighs, and I continued to lick and suck and quote iconic passages I had memorised until she fell back, and I had her legs spread while I ravaged her.

            I felt something pull my hair, and left her dripping pussy to climb her body and suck on her tits. But then I felt it lift me higher, and then I realised: she wasn’t gripping me at all! I was pulled to my feet once more, then another forked tongue graced my body. This time it licked my neck, and I felt arms wrap around my body. “Oh fuck.” Was all I could manage before I realised fully what was going on: there was a lizard man, and I’d just ate out his mate.

            His penis slithered into my ass before I could say ‘sorry’. If I’d known there were two, I would’ve at least asked if they were open before masturbating on their front lawn. But he didn’t seem to care. In fact, it looked like he was impressed enough by me that he wanted some. Of course, he got it pretty quick and easy: I came within a minute. But Mr. Lizard barely seemed to notice, as he pushed me into the mud where I lay, face down, while he fucked me like the dirty little homewrecker I was.

            I slumped and he thumped for minutes, his hands were gripped around my waist, pulling my body back and forth with the power of his thrusts. My face was covered, from scalp to chin, in a mud mask. It dripped away when my face was free and in the air, then a fresh coat was applied when he went balls-deep and my body gave out once more. It was hard to breathe, but the suffocation was a turn on. I came twice more by the time he pumped his first load in me: I felt it flow deep into my ass, then dribble out the hole, between my legs, and over my stomach before dripping into the swamp.

            I was cum-drunk and eager for more. But he let me go, and I felt my entire naked body plap against the mud. I raised my head to see him pull his mate up from the dirt. They both seemed satisfied, but I wasn’t.

            “More… please…” They stopped, turning to look at my defeated form, and then back to each other. They spoke in a language I couldn’t make sense of, lots of nodding and looking back to me and then again at each other. Then the lizard man bounded towards me before grabbing a hold of my arm. Then he dragged me, dragged, back to their lair.

He dropped me against cold stone. I felt it against my nipples, and it made my body quiver. But then I managed to stand up. It was disorienting for a moment, and I couldn’t see well in the dark, but I felt the Lizard Mama pull me towards her, and she sat me down above her mate’s face. Then, she had me lean forward slightly, and then I felt it: his forked tongue, right on my genitals.

            It felt electric, and immediately I was grabbing the lady’s shoulders for support. It felt like she was bouncing, and while I couldn’t see it, it didn’t take much guessing to figure out she was riding that dick while he performed oral on me. She raised my head to meet hers, and we made out, proper Frenching, over the top of the lizard man’s hot bod. I felt her saliva in my mouth, and his around my privates, and it was more than enough to drive me over the edge. Automatically, I pulled myself off from his face and leaned in to kiss the missus while I felt my orgasm happen. Something shot out all over both lizard folk’s bodies, but the lady didn’t care, she just kept me moving while she got off that dick and made way for me. I didn’t realise it until I felt the tip in my mouth, but she was guiding my head down to replace her pussy.

            Between feeling the head of his penis ram up my throat and then leave again, I could taste the lady on his dick. The tang, the delicious flavour I couldn’t get enough of. But there was something else, something salty and warm. My tongue went around the shaft, and I realised he’d already cum inside her. Either he was ready to go for a third time that night, or he was just throat-fucking me for fun. The taste of it made me want more, and so I plunged my head down, using my best gluck-gluck-3000 attempt to coax the cum from his lizard man balls. I felt come encourage from the lizard woman, spanking me from behind and putting her forked tongue up my ass. I felt tired and sweaty, but I kept on going, desperately sucking that dick until, finally, I felt it.

            Hot and sticky, his cum flooded my mouth with such force that I nearly let it all drip out. I had to swallow twice just to have space to taste the rest. I pulled my lips away, keeping a seal against his dick until they closed just around the tip. Then I felt his mate upon me: she started to French kiss me again, and I opened my mouth so we could share in their flavours. I swallowed twice more, then collapsed in a sweaty, muddy, giddy heap.

They let me stay the night, then bid me away the next day. It took only two days for me to want more, and so I trekked out to their cave again in hopes they’d take turns on me again. But, when I arrived, there was no sign of them. Only a note remained: paragraphs of a language I couldn’t recognise. I’m sure it was saying ‘thanks for a great time’, but unless I meet someone who speaks lizard person and English, I’ll never know.

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Monsterfucktober - Day 12, Ghost

Beverly woke to a bump in the night.

            She didn’t remember hearing it; all she knew was that it was nearing three in the morning and she was now awake. Her throat was dry, and so she decided it was a good time to wander downstairs and fetch some water. When she got out of bed, the old floor boards beneath her creaked. The sound followed each of her footsteps until she left the master bedroom. “Old house noises.” she always thought, and she would be right. The old Victorian property was surprisingly cheap on the lettings site, and when she saw her chance to own a home she swooped in with all the money and finesse she had. The old owner, an old woman, warned her of ‘grave costs’, and during the house tour she seemed worried by the building, but in all her years of DIY, Beverly never shirked at a plumbing issue or woodwork repairs. She took all the building’s faults into account, and paid a decent enough price for the entire building.

            In three months, she’d only managed to repair a quarter of the house. The lounge was coated in a fresh olive paint, the kitchen had been rearranged and all its plumbing sorted, and the stairs had been replaced with sturdier wood. She had only just started working on her bedroom, but hesitated to do anything that would prevent her sleeping there. Only one thing stopped her, and it was the thought of spending a night in the guest room.

            When the previous owner showed her the room, Beverly almost shrieked. The creaky old wood door opened to reveal walls decorated top-to-bottom with taxidermy heads. There were deer, foxes, a badger, and more that she didn’t care to look at. From the moment she first laid eyes on them, it felt as if they were staring back; the fake eyes stuffed into their empty sockets looked unnatural, as if they belonged to a different creature altogether. In the middle of it all was a single mattress, covered by a loose sheet. The lady said it was her sister’s room, back when she lived there. Beverly didn’t think to ask for any further detail. After buying the house she didn’t touch the room, not even for storage. It sat empty, halfway down the upstairs hallway, just next to the bathroom.

            Beverly passed it when she went down to grab her late-night drink, and swore she heard something coming from within. “Just more old house noises.” she reassured herself, taking her first step down the stairs. Without the usual creaking of the old steps, her descent was very silent, which gave her nothing to block out the humming and whooshing emanating from beyond that old wood door. She wanted to dash down, to be away from it, but she refused to let herself be afraid of her own home, so she took each step slowly and carefully until she reached the bottom.

The kitchen, designed to reflect the countryside she was living in, had a britta filter built into the fridge. Beverly poured herself a cool glass of water and looked at herself in the window’s reflection: her hair was a mess, just like every time she woke up. Her arms, poking out from her sleeveless night shirt, were bulkier than she remembered, probably due to all the recent DIY work. She flexed into the window, and laughed at how cool she looked. Then her smile dropped: out of the corner of her vision, she swore she saw another person’s reflection. They were tall, even more so than her, and she was almost six foot. She span around to look at the stranger, but when her eyes found the corner they’d been reflected in, there was no one there.

            Beverly turned back to the window, looking again. The strange reflection was gone. She sighed, then closed her eyes for just a moment. Then, when she opened them again, the figure was back.

            She stood just behind Beverly, arms slung around her neck. Her head rested on one of Beverly’s shoulders, staring up at her face. Its eyes were black, they reminded her of something, but she couldn’t figure out what. Her dark hair was neatly organised into a ponytail, and her face was a chiselled beauty. But all Beverly could focus on was the figure’s tit, resting atop her other shoulder. It felt as if she could reach up and squish it, and she really wanted to. It was the kind of breast she wished she had: not too big, nicely rounded, and with the nipple just right. And with what she was seeing in the window, Beverly couldn’t decide whether to envy the illusion or be turned on by it.

            Just as she blinked, it was gone once more. Beverly looked at her lonely reflection and sighed, then went back upstairs.

Just as she got onto the landing, she felt something calling her away from her usual room. It was as if somebody was there, whispering sweet nothings into her ear and gently tugging her to one side. She thought of that figure she’d dreamt up, and felt her face become flushed. Something pecked at her ear: an imaginary nibble, and just like that she was on board for whatever crazy fever dream she was about to start.

            It led her, invisible but with a soft grip, to the taxidermy room. Beverly stopped at the door and felt a bread of sweat form on her face. “Does it have to be here?” The door creaked open almost immediately, and with a deep breath and closed eyes she stepped inside. Even then, with her eyes shut, she could feel those eyes watching her. She felt frozen to the spot, unable to continue or back away from the room. The illusion pulled her a step closer, and she heard the door shut behind her. Then, something holding her cheeks. She opened her eyes.

            The apparition of that beautiful woman smiled at her, dark eyes scanning over her body before returning to match her gaze. It held her hands and delicately lured her to the mattress. Beverly followed its every move, kneeling on the make-shift bed as it guided her down, then lying down with the womanly figure slowly straddling her waist.

            “I know you.” she began, “This was your room. You’re the old owner’s sister, aren’t you?”

            The figure nodded, looking around at the creepy décor. Her smile dropped, but then returned once she was looking back at Beverly.

            “You’re so pretty, I want to feel you.” She whispered, a hand pulling up to caress the ghost’s exposed breasts. She felt it, barely, and struggled to not send her hand through the faint membrane that was the ghost’s physical form. Its face contorted into a silent moan. Wind whistled underneath the door. “Oh, you like that?”

            The ghost nodded, translucent hips grinding against Beverly’s waist. She could just about feel its presence, and moved her hand up from its breast, towards its neck. She clasped it between her finger and thumb, then very lightly pressed.

            “Only one thing, if we’re doing this, I’m in control, you got that?” The ghost nodded, mouth agape and eyes wide. “Good ghost.” Beverly pushed herself up and threw the figure down. It’s ponytail, while still done up, looked messier than before, and its curvy body jiggled as it impacted the mattress. “Mmmm, I’m one lucky gal so have you haunting me.” She leaned down again, putting her hand around the ghost’s throat and pressing on the sides.

            The ghost looked like a dumb, helpless bitch; exactly how Beverly wanted it. She straddled it, being careful not to fall through, and groped its tit with her free hand while choking it. The ghost squirmed in her grip, trying to break free but smiling like it didn’t want to. Beverly let go of its throat briefly and slapped it.

            “Are you gonna behave for me, or are you going to wrestle against me? Make up your mind before I get both hands around your pretty little neck.”

            The ghost went still, and its smile dropped. In its place was a fearful expression, the kind that read as “I’ll be good.” It didn’t speak, and Beverly wasn’t sure if it could, but she took the ghost’s conformity as what it looked like.  

            “Very good ghost. You look so much prettier when you’re being obedient.” A dumb little grin spread across its face, and Beverly felt the urge to slap it again. She did, and that submissive expression returned. “I love the way you look when you’re insulted.” The ghost smiled again, silently giggling, and she slapped it yet again. “Dumb whore, it’s like you enjoy being smacked. The ghost eagerly nodded, and one last time Beverly slapped it across the face, then returned her hand to its throat.

            She fondled the ghost’s breasts while choking it, having it lick her fingers before rubbing its nipples between them. It writhed and moaned and held onto her wrists whenever she applied more pressure to her rubbing. Then its hand moved down; past its breasts, past Beverly, and down between its legs where it started fingering itself.

            “Want me to help you with that?” Even though she could hardly see it, Beverly noticed how flushed the ghost’s face became. It quickly shook its head, sticking its neck out more and fondling its unattended breast with its free hand. When Beverly moved her hand away from its throat, the ghost gently guided it back. She obliged it and resumed choking and fondling it, but leaned in close to its increasingly dumb-looking face. “I wanna taste you.” The ghost batted its eyes and stuck out its tongue. “No, I wanna taste you.” Her hand tightened around its throat, the ghost’s black eyes bulged.

            Its hand returned from between its legs, now covered from fingertip to knuckle in a wet substance. It held it out for Beverly to taste, and she licked it, all while keeping eye contact with the ghost.

            “You taste like a dumb slut, you know that?” The ghost’s hand shot back between its legs, and its silent moans became more laboured. “Is that all it takes for you? A hand at your throat, another between your legs, and some dirty talk? I was expecting a ghost, not an easy ride.” She leaned down, pressing her chest against the ghost’s. “After this, I’m gonna have you eat me out. How does that sound?” The ghost nodded enthusiastically. “Good ghost.” She squeezed its throat and kissed its face all over: cheeks, lips, earlobes. All of them left that same dizzy, giddy expression on its face. Beverly slapped it one more time and spat in its mouth, and the ghost began to write, even more than before. It shook free of her grasp, groped itself hard with one hand while its hips raised and its other hand wildly stroked its clit. The ghost began to levitate, refusing to ease up on its touching until it came. Beverly saw lust and satisfaction all around the room: not just in the hot ghost, but in all the taxidermy. Then, she realised where she’d seen the ghost’s eyes before. They were dead eyes, just like the ones shoved in each wall-mounted piece. It was part of them, and they were part of it.

            When the ghost came, it squirted all over the room: grey ectoplasm splashing Beverly, the mattress, and every single piece on the walls. The ghost dropped from the air, landing on the sticky mattress and still gently rubbing its clit. Beverly lay beside it, took off her plasm-stained shirt, and pulled it into an embrace.

            “You’re so hot.” She kissed its forehead, and the ghost rested its head against her chest. “I was thinking… I’ve wanted to renovate my room for a while now, but I was scared to sleep in here. But now that I’ve met you, would you like to keep me company?”

            The ghost nodded and raised its head, kissing Beverly on the lips. Their tongues met between their mouths, snaked around each other, and then shook on it. The ghost moved Beverly onto her back, started kissing down her body, and as its tongue brushed against her clit, she thanked herself for the best housemate she could hope for.

#tw monsterfucking #monsterfucktober #monsterfucktober 2023 #monster fucker #original character #monsterfudger #sapphic

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Not Monsterfucktober - Day 11, Doll (Absent)

Yeah so today's prompt was 'Doll' but I wound up in a game of drink/ strip Yu-gi-oh so I missed it for the day. Also, I just felt the prompt wasn't great for Monsterfucktober, so I decided I'd rather end my streak today and resume as normal tomorrow.

But hey, tomorrow is Ghost day, so stay tuned! (btw, while I'm doing an update post, credit to @helistalia on TikTok for the prompts)

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Monsterfucktober - Day 10, Harpies

The harpy: a cross between woman and bird. Spirit of storms and winds. Said to take those who are evil in their clutches, and torture them on their way to Tartarus—the prison of the wicked. Little else was known about these feral creatures, only that they aren’t to be underestimated.

            Nisos didn’t believe in them. In all his life, throughout all his misdeeds, he’d never heard the beating of wings, or the screeching of wicked hybrids in the distance. In fact, he’d never faced any sort of repercussion for his lying, cheating, and thieving. And so, he felt more and more encouraged to continue the habit. After a long, hard day of conning the poor and swiping breakfast, lunch and dinner from the stalls of unsuspecting vendors in the streets of Athens, he thought he would finish the evening off with getting oiled-up with a stranger in a dark alley. His wife, as loving and dedicated to him as she was, couldn’t fuck like some of the ladies of the night he’d had the pleasure of becoming rather close with.

            He’d swiped a couple of wine bottles, and was well on his way through the first when he saw the hooded, feminine body resting against a shadowy wall. The mystery of her coverage invested him; he would pay her great sums of stolen wealth just to know what was underneath. “Good eve, beauty. Are you perchance working?”

            She thrust off from the wall, head shrouded in darkness as she turned to face him. Then she came towards him, pace steady, robes bouncing off her frame. “Yes. I work.”

            Her voice was scratchy and unfamiliar to him. “You sound rather exotic, are you Egyptian?”

            She shook her head. Nisos didn’t care that much anyway. He offered her money, which she wordlessly accepted, then he went to pull back her hood.

            Her hand shot up to stop him, gripping his wrist. “No. You do not remove my hood.” Nisos felt his robes shift with the quickly growing size of his penis. He liked the idea; fucking someone without even seeing their face. His hands went for her waist, and in seconds he had her up against the wall, sleeves wrapped around his shoulders while he fucked her between her robed legs.

            “Fuck yes! This feels amazing, I see why you keep the robe on.” He pressed his hips against hers, which in turn slammed against the wall. “It feels like a pillow brushing against my cock.”

            “I’m glad you enjoy.” Her voice slithered into his ears, he felt her nails dig into his back, scratching along his shoulder blades.

            “Oh, yes. This is the best fuck I’ve ever had!” he lied. His best was a grieving widow who was having a rough time after her husband’s death. All the sadness and grief made the experience all the more satisfying. He’d never forget the moment her guilt caught up with her.

            “You lie.” said the woman. Something changed about her voice. It was colder, more sinister. All movement stopped, and Nisos was unable to thrust without pressing against her rigid body.

            “Okay. Maybe not the best, but—“

            “Your time has come, Nisos.”

            He pulled out, then stepped away from the woman after quickly releasing his hold. For just a moment, the world around him span. “How do you know my name?”

            The hooded figure stepped away from the wall, pacing towards him before stopping, still as a statue. “You are a wicked man, and you have led a wicked life. Your time has come.” With that, her shoulders raised, her neck craned to either side, and the robe slipped off her body, revealing the monster beneath.

            Her pale frame was slender, starved even, with a thin waist, slender neck, and a bare chest. Her limbs weren’t human: both her legs were leathery and bent in two places, and in place of her feet were claws complete with sharp talons. Her arms were just as bird-like, coated in orangey-brown feathers from shoulder to wrist. Her hands were human enough, except they were thin, with fingers longer than a human’s should be.

            Of all her appearance, her face caught Nisos’s attention the most. The creature wore many marks of age, all traced deeply into her cheeks and forehead. Her eyes were wild and snake-like, her teeth were crooked and sharp, and her nose was unnaturally small, yet crooked. The hair on her head was a peppery grey, but only half of her hair was ‘hair’; all else was made up of the same orange feathers that grew out her arms. They trailed down the side of her face, trailing back through where her ears should be.

            The harpy, as Nisos recognised her to be, approached, ready to attack. There was a shuffling noise to his side, and he turned his head to see another as her robes dropped to the floor. And yet another behind the second. He felt the first harpy’s claws wrap around his arm, digging into his flesh as she prepared to take flight. The other two followed suit: gripping him by the other arm, and both legs, respectively.

            “You’re…” He trailed off, stunned by the trio as they lifted him from the ground. His heart was racing; his eyes were wide. The alley grew smaller as he was raised higher and higher into the night sky. The wind whipped through his hair and the lights of Athens quickly shrank into nothing as he was carried off into the sky. He needed to say it; he willed his voice to yell, to scream at them. “You’re all so beautiful!”

After a while, Nisos felt chills across his body. The harpies had him in a tight grip, and he could hardly feel his arms and legs anymore. Only one bit of his body remained warm: his penis, which hadn’t ceased its erection since he first laid eyes on the three of them. He felt something sensual in his soul when he looked up at them. He wanted them, wanted to serve them. It was strange, unlike any sexual urge he’d felt before, but he enjoyed it all the same.

            “My ladies!” He called out, hoping that his voice wouldn’t be carried off by the wind. “Please, take a rest. I would be grateful just to soothe your bodies.”

            “There is no bargaining with us, fool!” He felt the harpy addressing him tighten her claws. “We will not be tricked by such a pathetic man!”

            The skin of Nisos’s penis strained to contain the bulging, blood-filled muscle. He swore it would break if she spoke down to him like that again. His words spilled out like wine from a broken casket. “Please, beautiful mistress, I would never think you shy of genius. Surely your looks are as captivating as your beauty!”

            His legs fell forward as the harpy lost her grip. “What in Tartarus?!” The other harpies squawked at her to pick him back up again, and she did, but not before he was able to kick away the clothes from his legs. Just as they fell down through the clouds, he felt her claws on him again. He only wished they could flip him over, so he may admire their beauty, and they could see from his bulge that he meant every compliment.

            The back harpy’s claws pressed deeper into his shins, cutting through the skin and causing him to bleed. Nisos winced at the pain, but yearned for more. “Hurt me! Scratch me more my beautiful captor!”

            “Silence!” He felt his legs drop once more as the back harpy stopped flying, instead gripping onto his back. Her hand dug into his back and her nails pierced his body. A moan slipped from Nisos’s mouth, and the harpy stopped. “Oh? This one enjoys our torture.”

            “He does. How worthless he is to us.” Sneered another; the one he had the honour of fucking in the alley.

            “Oh yes, so worthless my empress.” His urge to be degraded by them outweighed his usual sense. He felt his certainty of who he was slipping as his lions were electric with desire to please them.

            “What say we use him on our way to Tartarus?” asked the third harpy, whose voice he had only just been granted permission to hear.

            “Yes! I beg you, whatever wicked whims you would like me for, I will do your bidding gleefully!”

            “Silence, you evil man! We will have our way with you atop this mountain.” Before Nisos could ask where it was, he felt the harpies release him. He fell very briefly, then landed on the flat peak of a mountain, above the clouds. It was dark, but he could make out small structures, and a nest.

            The harpy’s slender silhouette dropped in front of him, and with its talons it lit a torch, standing atop a pike. More were lit around him, and Nisos felt his heart melt as he gazed upon all three in the candle light. He got to his knees, bowing before the leader of the pack. “How may I serve you, mistress?”

            Her claws made their way under his chin, then pushed his head up to face her. “Pleasure us with your mouth, toy.” Excitement filled his body, and without hesitation his face was between her legs, gleefully and passionately licking wherever his tongue wandered. Her fingers, long and slender, slid through his hair, pulling slightly while he did as she commanded. Soft feathers brushed against his cheeks and chin, and even got caught on his tongue, but Nisos persisted licking until his tongue was sore.

            She pulled him away and scratched his face. “Good boy. Now her.” She led his gaze to the harpy who was at his legs: a red-head with dark blue feathers. She looked at him with a scorned expression. He was desperate for her.

            “As you command.” He crawled to her on all fours, and begrudgingly she presented for him. A grim crossed his face, and he put his lips between her leathery legs. She was dry, but he took that only as a challenge. With what energy he had left in his mouth, he salivated his tongue and pressed it as deep inside her as it would go.

            A slender hand grabbed his hair again. Not the second harpy, but the first, who now pulled on his scalp and held his chin in her other hand. “You should see how pathetic and submissive you look; you’ve betrayed the man I let fuck me in that alley. I would never have let your penis—“ her hand left his chin, now gripped around his erection and jerking it. “near my pussy.”

            She pulled him away to look up at the two of them. Both stared down at him with judgement in their eyes, watching his pathetic, naked form. “I’m not worthy of your bodies. I’m not—“ She pushed him back under the second harpy’s legs, and he continued to lick desperately. The feel of the first harpy’s hand against his member was electrifying. He wanted them to ride him, use him entirely for their pleasure.

            “Enough.” Called the second harpy, and once more Nisos’s head was pulled away from her. The third harpy, with hair and wings alike both black as a crow, appeared to one side of his vision, and put her talons on his chest. She pushed him to the ground on his back, leaving bright red marks over his body as she dragged her claws away. Then, she stood over him, and laid herself down on his face. His tired lips parted, and once more his wet tongue dived as far into her as he could reach. Her bird-like thighs rubbed across the sides of his face as she grinded on him, and as he realised she was enjoying using him, his boner grew intense. He didn’t dare touch it, instead putting all his effort into sucking on the harpy’s clit; feathers entered his mouth, but still he went at her with all the energy in his body.

            Then, he felt something warm and loose slip around his penis. It bounced up and down, holding his cock in a wet embrace while his mouth burned with exhaustion. The third harpy raised herself slightly and wiped her pussy across Nisos’s face before standing up. When he opened his eyes, he felt that he was about to cum.

            Bouncing on his dick was the second harpy, face contorted with pleasure as she thumped against his hips. When she realised he was watching her, her hand went to his face, and she slapped it. He felt blood trickle from his cheek, and looked back to see her familiar, sexy scowl had returned. “Don’t you dare look upon your better, disgusting human!” She stood up and spat on his naked body, just in time for semen to shoot out through his penis, splattering against her bare chest and face. Her face was frozen in shock, and for a moment everyone was silent. Then she spoke. “Lick me clean.”

            Nisos felt weak all over, but all it took was one look at her body: thin chest, blue feathers, and orange hair. He would do anything she asked, no matter how tired. “Yes, my mistress.” He got to his knees and licked his cum from her body. He made his way up, kissing her all over while he tasted the liquid. When he went to stand, she held him down, then lowered herself to him. He continued to kiss and lick her clean, all the way up her chest, then her neck, then finally her face. His tongue went across her cheek, over her crooked nose, and when he was done, she kissed his lips for just a moment.

            “Very good, you really do have a single use.” She cast him to one side and approached the other harpies. “We shall keep him here, I… enjoy shaming this one.”

            The lead harpy nodded. “As do we. Tartarus shall wait. He shall nest with us, and forever be ours to suit our needs.”

            Nisos got to his knees, satisfied and grateful. The harpies led him to their nest, and he slept there with them, submitting himself as their mate for as long as he lived. It was a simple, hungry life, and he was forever their inferior. But he quickly learned that there was nothing he loved more than to be at the harpies’ mercy.

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[himbowithapen]

My writing beige flag is I leave my character names till the very end because I'm indecisive and hate naming things.

If you read almost anything I write this month and pass a name, do so with the knowledge that it was either '____' or '---' until 10 minutes before I posted it.

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Monsterfucktober - Day 9, Sirens

It were first light when I first heard the mermaid’s call.

            I was awake below deck with the captain, preparing to wake the rest of the crew with our fog horn. We were behind schedule on our tobacco shipment, and we could waste no time in using the wind to the best of our ability. We played a quick game to see who would pull the rope, and who got to act startled with the others. I lost.

            No sooner than when the captain lay down did I pull on the horn. It blared out for miles, not to be heard by anyone but us on the boat. Even the water, quiet as a mouse, rippled only slightly from the noise. The men shot up in no time: captain and crewman alike, all shocked and startled and awake as can be.

            “What is it? Pirates?” Asked old Bill. Poor sod had hardly slept a wink since drinking himself half to death the other night. It was a bad use of what rum we had on us, but the weeks were boring, and it often couldn’t be helped.

            “Nay. I’ve half a mind to apologise, but we must make haste, lest we suffer in pay cuts.” said I. The men were groggy, but many nodded their heads before forcing themselves to their feet.

            Charles, young lad with a wit as quick as high winds, was ready with his response before the last man had sat up. “Well, as you’re so awake, please do get us started old chap.” The others—those awake enough to make sense of his words—laughed and bid me on. I went up to the deck without complaint, and that was where I heard it.

            T’was like she was nibblin’ at me ear with her honey’d words. A melody so beautiful and sweet that my heart ached just knowing I couldn’t see the lass from which it came. I went straight to the side of the boat, looking out over the edge for any sign of that singing lady, but alas, I saw naught but ocean. I had half a mind to jump overboard and dive down, just to see if she had gone below the surface, but I knew better, and held myself down to the deck.

            “Feeling sick this morning, are we?” Charles had emerged from below deck, already testing the winds. “We’ll have to go fifteen degrees starboard.”

            “Aye.” I said. My mind wasn’t so concerned with winds, though my lips were chaffed from being out in the open air for so long. I wondered to myself, were I to see that lass, would I tempt a kiss from her, or would my wind-cracked lips be too unsightly for her?

            “Now I know something’s up. If you were your normal self, you’d have recognised I mixed up port and starboard.” He pried me away from the edge of the boat and forced me to face him. “What’s wrong, old man?”

            All I thought to do was describe it to him. That melody, that soft-spoken song. A smile crept across my face as I went on, but he couldn’t make heads nor tails of what I meant.

            “I think you ought to get some rest. It isn’t right. I’ll tell the captain you’ve an ailment, and have old Bill take over as quartermaster.”

            I didn’t agree with a word he said, but I nodded anyway. It were as if I didn’t have it in me to disobey after that song got through my ears. I went down, below deck. Not into the crew’s quarters, but the very lowest part of the hull, next to the tobacco. It was there I could be nearer to her; there where I was most in the sea as could be without taking the plunge.

I dozed off. For maybe hours I was alone, rocking in the bottom of the boat. While I dreamed, I remembered them coming to check on me: Charles, the captain, and even old Bill. But when I woke I was sure I’d been left to rest for some time. I felt far better, and forced myself up to the main deck to be of use on our voyage.

            It were when I reached those top stairs that I heard it.

            Men laughing, feminine giggling. The sounds of fornication just above me. She was real. She was real and now she’s giving herself away to the rest of the crew, was what I thought. I felt jealousy overcome me, and hesitated to go further; there was little in me that felt I could share her company, but the others sounded as if they had no problem. It took great effort for me to peek my head over the deck, but eventually, I managed.

            Lasses. Tens of them. One at least for every man, some paired around just one sailor’s arms. Charles, handsome charmer that he was, had the company of three!

            They were stark naked. From their long, flowing hair to the ends of their arms and legs, nothing was left to the imagination. I felt a stirring in my loins just looking at their beauty. The others, the crew, were equally as aroused. And the ladies were keen to take care of them.

            Some rode them, wild and excited as if racing a horse. Others were slow and sensual, rubbing shafts with their hands and breasts. I witnessed one man with two sitting on him: one over his member, and the other riding his face. Both were kissing above him, touching and feeling each other with such great enthusiasm while the man beneath them groped at their bodies.

            I dared not go up, in fear I would disturb the orgy taking place, and held myself just beneath the deck, with one hand reaching down beneath me clothes. I was content with just watching; I’d hardly be good company besides, and the other lads were younger than I. It were lovely to see them all from afar, kissing n’ fucking out in the open where all else could see em’.

            I saw a lass with the captain, dancing around his lap while he sat on the side of the boat, beside the sail-ropes. T’was her, I thought, who sang the song I’d heard before. She had beautiful, olive skin, and long, dark hair that whipped around in the breeze while she entertained him. The man looked elated, lost in the sight of her swaying body. I wished to introduce myself, to be a part of it all, but I was stuck staring and jerking from afar. I stroked in rhythm with her light thrusts, imagining myself in the captain’s place, pushing my pickle up into her. My eyes were glued, drool escaped through my lips.

Then, she leaned in close, kissed his lips while he felt her breasts, and took a bite out of him.

            It were no love mark, nor a light nibble or even a more passionate bite. Her mouth went to his bare neck, she leaned in close, and the captain’s head fell back. Then she pulled away, and revealed the chunk of flesh she’d taken from his shoulder. I gasped—nearly yelled—but me throat was caught. My grip around my member tightened, yet despite me shock I could not stop stroking. Even as she stepped away from his bleeding corpse, blood trickling from her mouth and down her bare chest, she was still too beautiful for me to stop. My silence was a gift, unwillingly given, so I may look at her charming form for even a few moments longer.

            She walked—no, sauntered—to another of her companions, who was feasting on old Bill. I couldn’t tell him from his bloodied mess of a face, but by his sullied jacket. I swore, he was breathing; caressing her sides even without his eyes. The woman I’d felt most drawn to knelt beside him and chewed on his neck, and his arms lowered. She pulled away with veins in her mouth, glistening as bright as her skin. Even now, I still touched, but the more I saw my crewmates die to those women, the more I felt able to pull my eyes away. When I saw the three around Charles, pinning him down, ready to pounce, I finally broke free and turned my back on the carnage. I released my grip on myself, only to realise I’d finished ages before, and my shaft was sore and red from my actions. I cursed, shuffling further below deck. I hadn’t even noticed that one of them heard me, and started to follow me into the hull.

The further I got from them, the more my mind returned to me. I knew I needed to do something, to take back the ship, but the beauties struck fear into my heart. One look, and I would be theirs, as I was when I first heard their song.

            An idea struck, like a candle in my mind: smoke them off. We had so much tobacco on board, all dried and ready to burn. To keep even an enclosed lantern around the cargo was forbidden, as we all knew the air would turn to poison. I worried for my health, for the rest of the crew, but if I didn’t take action, we were all doomed.

            I pinched a lantern and dropped down aongst the cargo, then, working from the far end back to the stairs, I lit the piles of leaves. The air quickly turned black with smoke, and by the halfway point I was coughing and spluttering. My eyes were screwed shut, my flesh burned, but my ears, they betrayed me; for they worked.

            I heard the song, as beautiful and enticing as I had first thing that morning. Suddenly, my body wasn’t my own. I froze on the spot. She was right ahead of me, on the stairs. I stood upright, sweating like a man on fire, ready to obey. I couldn’t see her form, but I felt her touch; brushing against my face, then lightly gripping the collar of my shirt, tugging me away from the flames. I obliged her, following the singing beauty up from the cargo hold. I could smell it; the smoke permeated through the wood, and inside my mind I laughed: you’re too late, lassie!

            As we neared the top deck, I heard shrieking and spluttering. The ladies, or those of them still feasting on deck, were choking on the fumes. I too felt it, the dryness in my lungs, the dizziness that came with that awful smell. The lass guiding me tried to lead me overboard; pushing at my shoulder while I held onto the sail-rope for dear life. My foot was caught under the captain’s lifeless body, and I thought she would eat me there, but no. Instead she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me gently, and pulled me into the water with her. It were the kiss that did it; I lost my grip and slipped over the edge. I took as quick a breath as I could, screwed my eyes shut, and plunged.

After hitting the water, I felt her around me still. Her arms were around my neck, and she clung to my form, but something felt strange. I forced my eyes open and looked towards her. I had to know what had changed.

            It was the olive-skinned lass with the charming body, but she weren’t the same kind of charming anymore. While her hair was much the same, flowing in the water like dark, beautiful sea weed, her face glistened, but not as her skin did in the sunlight. Nay, these were scales, like a fish in the water. Her body was much the same; neck to stomach, still beautiful, but now clad in scales. My gaze turned lower, below her shining breasts and stomach, down to her legs. But there were no legs. It was a tail. A tail as long as a shark’s, glimmering while it swished in the sea. When I looked back up to that face, she smiled, bearing a row of teeth, sharp as a knife. Her hands, webbed, went to my cheeks, and she pulled in close with an open mouth to take a bite out of me. I was so enchanted; I wanted her to. Even in this new form, I wanted nothing more than to be her own and for her to have me in whatever way she fancied. But then, something pulled me away. She tried to swim after me, and she was fast; that fish tail shot her towards me. But the smoke had done its job. She spluttered and was forced to stop, and the beauty disappeared into the endless blue of the ocean.

            The rope from the ship, which still sailed onwards, was wrapped around my hand. I heard her song one last time, begging me to return to her, but it was too late. Like the lass, it faded away, and I was left being dragged by my ship.

            As much as I wanted to release myself, my wits were only just about me. I pulled myself up the rope, pain-stakingly, until my head emerged above the water. I made it back on the deck, amongst my dead crew and a couple of suffocated lasses, and put out the tobacco with what strength I had left before passing out below the carnage.

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[himbowithapen]

Monsterfucktober - Day 8, Alien

When they woke up, they were strapped to a slab.

            Riley felt dizzy and unfocused. Last they remembered, they were walking home alone at night, when a bright light appeared from above. It was blinding, and the world around them was lost to the brightness. Then, after that, everything was a blank.

            The room they were in now was also bright, only this time they could actually see. The wall to one side of the only visible door was covered with screens, and the other side as lined with rows of instruments they didn’t recognise; which was worrying, as they’d been in hospitals many a time and very little of the tools across the room were even vaguely familiar to the usual arsenal that they were prodded and examined with. The screens were more recognisable: there was a heart monitor, blood pressure, something they believed to be brain activity. Then there were other things; charts displaying values they didn’t recognise, a bar chart with several low values which never passed a quarter of the scale, and a camera feed. They glanced around, looking for the input, and found it hanging from the ceiling, tilted to one side. It was different to most cameras they’d seen, and was more akin to a crappy, circular console camera from the 90’s.

            Just as their awareness of the room became acute enough for panic to set in, the door opened. It was very mechanical, sliding into the wall in one quick motion. Someone stepped through the empty frame and Riley’s panic turned to terror.

            It stood on four legs, with just as many arms, all dressed in a sleek, grey outfit. Thin gloves covered each of its hands, and its feet were padded in a matte, plastic-like material. It wore a large mask and goggles around its face: the only exposed skin on its entire body was the top of its bald head, and its impossibly slender neck. Riley saw themselves reflected in the visor of its goggles, and realised they had been stripped.

            “What do you want from me?” they asked, trembling against their restraints.

            The creature paid them no attention, and instead tapped a blank screen. A hologram appeared; a circle cut up into equally-small sections. It tapped its surface like keys on a keyboard, and one by one the screens began to change. Riley didn’t recognise a single symbol, and came to one conclusion: they’d been abducted by an alien. Their heart rate shot up as the true scale of their panic set in, and one more they struggled more against the cuffs around their wrists and ankles. They were squishy, yet the more they pushed, the more force pushed back against them. They tried to wriggle free, but the material stuck around their skin like glue: there was no slipping an arm free, nor a leg.

            “Let me go!” They shouted to the thing, the alien. Still, it paid them little attention. Rather, it grabbed something from the wall of instruments: a syringe. It approached them and injected them through their arm. The room turned hazy once more, and Riley fell silent and groggy. The alien adjusted the camera to face them, and tapped the circle a few more times. Then, Riley saw their naked form appear on the feed in front of them. They could see how helpless they looked, exposed on the slab; it felt hot to see themselves like that.

            The alien quickly swivelled its head to check on them, then said something in a strange language before turning back to the screens. Riley looked too, and saw that one of the scales on the bar chart had risen above the threshold. The alien was paying close attention to it, muttering to itself and glancing back every so often to check on them. Is something wrong? was what they wanted to say, but they felt weak, unable to speak.

Several minutes of silence passed. Riley knew they should be panicking, but couldn’t find it in themselves to struggle any longer. Whatever they’d been injected with, they reckoned it was a sedative, or at least a muscle relaxant. They could think and feel just fine, but movement was another question altogether. They weren’t numb, or fuzzy; their body simply just wasn’t responding.

            The alien looked over again, and Riley tried to figure out why. It seemed as if it knew when their eyes fell on the camera feed. And every time it looked at them, their eyes darted back to an empty space. It approached this time, clasping their head in its six-fingered hand and inspecting their cheeks. Oh God, it knows I’m blushing. Through the rubbery glove, they could feel long, slender digits guiding their face wherever it desired. It pressed a cold tool against their face, and as the shock kicked in, they saw their heart rate go up on the monitor.

            It spoke, not to them but to itself, in that strange language. It poked the tool more and more, checking it after each prod, and completely ignored their reactions each time. When it seemed satisfied, it put the tool down and returned to the monitors. Riley looked once again at themselves on the feed: their face was red, flushed more than they’d ever seen before. They went undisturbed for well over a minute, and their gaze became fixated on their nude body. They wanted to reach down, to touch themselves while staring at their live image, but still their attempts to move ended with the thought of doing so. Instead, they continued to lie still against the slab, wishing they could deal with that growing urge to deal with themselves.

            The alien was, again, checking the monitors, particularly the unsteady bar chart: there was one value that kept rising and falling, and even Riley couldn’t pin what it was. The alien approached once more, now with some two-pronged tool. It stood to one side of the slab and touched their body with both ends. They squirmed: the first movement they’d made in minutes, and it was fully involuntary. The alien backed away quickly, head trained on their body. Slowly, it approached again, this time placing the rods on their chest. Riley’s body didn’t move, but the cold metal so close to their nipples only made them more turned on. The scales jumped upon contact, and several of the monitors’ charts were changing by the moment. The alien turned to check on them momentarily, before putting its focus back on Riley. Its hand went around their throat while it adjusted the tool, and they watched as the mysterious value on the bar chart skyrocketed. In that moment, they felt excited beyond belief, and they finally realised what it was. It’s measuring how turned on I am.

            The alien seemed shocked by the reading, and focused on the use of the tool. While that wasn’t what truly turned Riley on, its grasp around their throat grew harder, and they had the grip just right. The meter went above the half-way point, and Riley wondered how they looked in that moment. Their eyes darted to the camera feed; their heart skipped a beat. They were positively glowing, not in an odd way, but in the way people tend to look when they’re enjoying themselves more than they’d like to admit. Their expression was one of a desperate, helpless person, and it made them wish the alien investigated lower than their chest.

            As if it had heard their thoughts, the alien let go of their throat, and the tool moved below their chest, and over their midsection. As it neared their genitals, their breaths grew more intense, and their turned-on-o-meter rose near the three-quarter mark. Please reach lower. Please reach lower. Their eyes were fixed on its gloved hand, desperate to thrust their hips just slightly and provoke the alien into feeling them up. But no. The tool went just shy of where they wanted it, then the alien pulled away, and Riley’s desperation for some contact grew into a need. They would do anything if it just meant they could get even a minute of sensual touch, or even aggressive. They didn’t care.

Every time they thought he urge would fade away, the alien returned with a new instrument to torture them with. Nothing hurt, save for the brief smacks of leathery material against their skin. They weren’t sure what it was for, but with every smack they wanted another, yearning for the minutes to pass before the alien decided it was time for another test.

            With each new test the alien would give them brief attention, use another tool on them, then leave them to stare once more at their naked self. Their torso was covered in red marks, from just above their heart down to the middle of their waist. The feeling was slowly returning to their body, but they didn’t dare move; they thought that maybe, if they were good, the alien would reward their compliance.

            The hard part was keeping still while it probed them. So far, it was all external, but they could see it moving across the wall, trying and testing different instruments on them from left to right. The machines on the right, which they often stared at longingly, were much more probe-y, the type they hoped would be stuck inside them and used where they wanted the most. While the alien’s back was turned, they licked their lips in anticipation, trying to keep patient until they got to the good bit. While checking themselves out on the monitor, they noticed a bead of sweat on their neck. They swallowed, and the bead started moving down the centre of their chest, slowly edging its way further and further down their body. It passed over a mark, where the alien had struck them in a previous test, and they whimpered slightly, biting their lip to keep quiet.

            The alien turned and brought out the next piece of equipment: a stick, shaped quite similarly to something Riley recognised from Earth: a magic wand vibrator. They’d never felt one before, but had seen plenty of videos of them being used. In their chest, they felt their heart thump with desperation. Use it on me. Fucking use it. The alien drew near, then reached down below the slab. It pulled a nozzle out, and Riley had only one thought: fuck yes, suction. It put the nozzle to their stomach and flipped a switch on the tube. Riley screwed their eyes shut in anticipation, but then gasped as they felt it: cold goo pouring over their body. Their eyes shot open and they looked down, then to the mirror. They were a sweaty mess, and the goo from the nozzle was dripping down their waist, right over the groin, and then down their thighs. Their legs quivered with each dribble of goo further down, and almost automatically their hips began to push outwards.

            The alien took notice, and pressed the wand down on their wet body. Riley went to moan, but found themselves voiceless still. Their eyes went to the creature, frustration and yearning built up into a glare that made it stagger the moment it looked up at their face. The wand went away, and their expression turned upset, dissatisfied. “Please.” Their hips swayed, trying to get the alien’s attention while they looked at it desperately. Finally, it had caught on.

            It held onto their leg and placed the wand, very gently, against their genitals. Feeling exploded through their body, and they found their voice at last, letting out a loud “YES!”, accompanied by a moan. Their meter shot up to the top of the screen, and their camera-self looked sexier than ever; grinding against the slight pressure of the wand while glistening in the light of the room. The alien, acknowledging their desire for more, applied more pressure, and their moans became even louder. Their hands balled into empty fists, their toes curled, and their entire body shook from the pleasure they were feeling. “Yes! Yes! YES! More! Do it more!” they yelled. They could feel it, they were so close to an orgasm, a great one. Moments away from cumming. Their reflection looked so hot, so desperate, so ready—

The alien pulled back, picking up a device by the screens and speaking into it. Riley shook around, begging for just one last touch of the wand, but then two more similarly-dressed creatures shot through the doorway. They both carried sedatives, and went directly to the slab before injecting them. One went for the neck, and the other into their gooey thigh. When the alien brushed by their genitals, and the needle pierced their skin, that was it. They felt it start. They were cumming, hard. They went to let out a moan, to feel the euphoria of the best orgasm they’d ever felt. But then something overcame them, a wave of tiredness. NOOOOO! NO NO No no no no no no…

Riley woke up in bed. It was 4am. They’d just had the best dream, and were disappointed to find they were back home.

            Their body ached; they felt empty, drained. Everything was spinning, and they weren’t sure what was going on.

            A light flashed outside their room, through the curtains. Excitedly, they dashed to it to look through; they couldn’t remember why, but they felt compelled to check. But it was nothing, just the headlights of a passing car.

            They returned to bed, and started to masturbate. But no matter how much they tried, nothing felt close to that dream they couldn’t quite remember.

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[himbowithapen]

Monsterfucktober - Day 7, Vampire

The empty streets of Nantes were cold that night.

            Cobbles, old and uneven, lined the path through the French streets and roads. They passed by houses in an unmoving stream, all grey and well-trodden. They sank into the ground underneath bridges and arches, there the shade gave room for shady activities. And they circled round town squares and monuments. But even with the clear skies, the still air, and the sparkling stars, hardly anyone dared to leave their homes, for the streets, the bridges, and the town square were all being watched.

Roxane had no choice. Her client had gone back on his word to let her stay the night, and forced her out of his home the moment their business was done. In less than a minute, she was out in the cold in nothing but her loose, sheer dress. From the moment she set foot on those cobbles, her blood ran cold. Immediately, she felt distant eyes watching her, she couldn’t tell where from, but she knew already: she was being watched.

            She went door-to-door, knocking frantically and asking to be let in for the night. But few answered her plea, and of those who did, all accused her of being the monster. As much as she hated theirs words, she understood their fear; were she in their position, she would hesitate to allow entry to someone at night. There was no telling her from the monsters, not without a crucifix and a wooden stake.

            Still, she didn’t stop. Roxane went through three streets, all slums, knocking and begging to be let in. With every knock, she felt the watching eyes draw nearer and nearer. When she finally found someone brave enough to open their door to her, she swore it was just behind her.

            “Please, I beg you. Let me stay the night! I don’t want to die out here.” Tears welled in her eyes, she dropped to her knees and insisted that she was indeed a person.

            The lady who answered opened the door with an air of grace, stunning Roxane with her beauty, contained in just her simple nightgown. She seemed was weary, yet there was a hint of something in her eyes, which were brought out beautifully by her foundation. It reminded her of the way a man looked at her once; yearning mixed with pity. “Poor thing… What’s your name dear?”

“Roxane.”

“Lovely to meet you. I’m Isabeau, but you can call me Isa.” She craned her head around the door frame, checking out the street she’d come down. “Come in, Please.”

            Roxane nodded, and stepped into the house. Warm air embraced her and she turned to thank her rescuer, but as she turned to look, she saw it: just across the street from where she stood was a figure, looking right back at her. Isa shut the door and it vanished from sight. Then she turned to her. Just as soon as it was shut, Isa turned to her and addressed her directly. “I’ve seen you before.”

            “Oh?”

            “Yes. On street corners.” She bolted the door of her home. “The men would come to you, and lead you to their homes.”

            “Ah… yes.”

            “Oh it’s quite alright! I admire your confidence. It’s no wonder they like you so much.”

            “Yeah, until they’ve had their way with you and suddenly all that’s on their mind is kicking you out in the middle of the night!”

            Isa gave her a sympathetic look. “That’s just awful. I couldn’t imagine doing that to someone so pretty.” She then offered Roxane a drink.

Shortly after, the pair were sat in the Isa’s lounge, sipping on some spiced tea. It was unlike anything Roxane had tried before; flavours sizzling against her tongue, leaving a sting that wasn’t all that unpleasant. She had explained it as ‘spiced chai’, which was just the word for tea in India, where she had spent a few years before returning to France.

            “Did you go with your husband?”

            Isa gave her a confused look. “Husband?”

            “Oh! I’m sorry. Just, you have such a lovely home, and it may have been presumptuous but– forgive me, please.”

            “It’s quite alright. Anyone would expect someone like me, especially in a house such as this, would have married rich at some point.” She admired the room. “But no. This was all my own doing; well, I had some friends help from time to time, but it’s mostly me.”

            “It’s wonderful. I love the bookshelves, and the patterns on the ceiling.” She trailed off, deep in thought. “May I ask you something?”

            Isa crossed one leg over the other and leaned in. “Go on.”

            “Are you nobility? Again, I’m being presumptuous, but from the way you carry yourself and your fine tastes, I would guess you went to more galas than workplace meetings.”

            “Does it really show?” She stood up and inspected herself in the mirror. Specifically, she was pouting at her neatly-styled hair “Merde! I’ve fallen into old habits again.” While fixing her hair, making it wilder and natural, she continued. “When the revolution happened, I was abroad. I worried what would happen should I come back a noble, so I did my best to blend with common folk. But I suppose such things are hard to keep buried. You’ll keep my secret, won’t you Roxane?” She held Roxane’s hand in her own and stroke it with her thumb.

            Roxane felt her cheeks turn hot, not even the gentlest man she’d been with touched her skin so delicately. “Well, you’re the kindest noble I’ve ever met, not that I’ve met many. Why did you return?”

            Isa didn’t stop stroking her hand, but she looked away, as if to recount. “Oh, you know how it is. Sometimes things change. India was no longer an option for me, the region I lived in was bled dry, so to speak. So, I decided it was time I returned to France, where things are so much more alive.”        

Roxane struggled to pay attention; her neck was beautiful. Smooth and supple. She wanted to kiss it. But quickly, she adjusted her focus. “Is India not lively?”

            “Oh it was. The first few years were wonderful; places to feast everywhere you go. But we ate all the food, and suddenly it was a struggle to have a good time.”

            “And you chose France to come back to? Why, I struggle to find bread even when I have the money for it!” Roxane chuckled nervously, and looked back to the woman. She was staring at her softly, a slight smile across her lips.

            “Poor thing. Poor, sweet thing.” Isa sat down beside her, and lightly stroked her hair. Roxane tried pulling back, but Isa leaned over her, across her body until she was all but lying over Roxane. Her voice turned low, almost a whisper. “I’m not interested in bread.”

            Roxane’s eyes widened. She felt her heart thump in her chest, and her entire body stiffen as the urge to run kicked in. Isa was alluring, and Roxane wanted to trust that she was a well-meaning person, but there was something in the way she spoke to her, looked down on her. Either Isa was coming onto her, or she was playing with her food. When she mustered the courage to speak, her voice trembled. “Is it me you’re interested in?”

            “Mmmmm, very.” Isa slid down Roxane’s body, maintaining constant eye contact as she lowered her face between her thighs. Roxane’s heart skipped a beat. She was still unsure, but it would be a lie to say her heart didn’t skip a beat when she felt Isa’s hand caress her waist. She was almost lost in thought when the noble woman spoke again. “May I?”

            “Yes.” Said Roxane, almost without thought. “Please.”

            Isa dipped underneath her dress. Roxane leaned up to look at her, and through the sheer fabric she saw Isa’s pale forehead just ahead of her crotchless underwear. Fear gripped at her chest, festered in her stomach. She tried to brace herself, tensing her legs to fend for her life. But then she felt something wet poke through her underwear, and immediately she leaned back, gasping.

            A tongue against her clit had never felt so good. She could still feel the fear in her heart, but that only made the sensation more intense. Isa’s skill was impeccable, and when Roxane went to moan, she found herself speechless—breathless even. She clutched at the sofa they lay on, trying to keep her eyes open as she looked up at the fancy ceiling. “Oh merde. Oh merde! Oh!” Her hips thrusted almost automatically, but still Isa’s mouth persisted: she licked inside Roxane’s vagina, sucked gently on her clit, then, gradually, her sucking became more intense. Roxane was panting, trying to keep her wits in spite of the explosions of pleasure taking place between her legs. Then she felt something scrape against her flesh: something sharp.

            “MERDE!” She kicked away from Isa, pulling her skirt back and trying her best to stand up. Isa let her, pulling back to sit up on the sofa. When Roxane got eyes on her, Isa was straddled on the sofa, with one leg on the floor.

            “What’s the matter, did I bite too hard?” She looked Roxane in the eye, and that was when she saw it: a trail of blood, trickling down the side of Isa’s mouth and collecting on her chin. “You taste so good, darling.”

            “What the fuck?! Why did you…” She stopped, frozen in terror as Isa gave her a wide smile. There was blood all over her teeth, all over her fangs. She looked down and saw it on her dress; a fresh red stain near the hem. “Don’t hurt me. Please.”

            “Hurt you? Oh no, not yet sweetheart.” Isa stepped up from the sofa, pulling the shoulder straps of her nightgown down past her shoulders, exposing her breasts. “I want to play first. Come, be my plaything.” Roxane was enchanted by her smile, by her exposed breasts, but the blood was too much for her.

            “Sorry, I’m off duty.” Her legs carried her away at high speed, and before she knew it Roxane was sprinting deeper into Isa’s house. She heard the vampire giggle behind her, but didn’t turn back.

*

“Rooooooxaneee.” Isa’s voice flowed across the house like fine wine over someone’s tongue. Roxane had hidden herself, tucked away in Isa’s wardrobe.  “You don’t have to hide from me tonight.” It sounded like she was singing. It was beautiful, but struck terror into her heart. “Rooooooxaneee…”

            She was getting closer. It was getting closer. Roxane heard the bedroom door creak as Isa slowly pushed it open all the way. Looking through the gap in the wardrobe, Roxane could see she was entirely naked. In spite of her terror, the feeling of Isa’s tongue on her clit brought her mind to annoyance: Why are you so evil yet so drop-dead gorgeous?! A trail of blood ran down her neck, between her breasts, and had reached her stomach before the droplet settled.

            She turned towards her en-suite, and Roxane lost sight of her. She cowered in silence, trying to keep control of her breathing and hoping that Isa would look elsewhere. But then suddenly the door of the wardrobe was thrust open, and Isa smiled at her just like when she first let her into her home, then pulled her out and onto the bed.

            Roxane was on her front, but rolled onto her back by the time Isa was upon her. The naked vampire grabbed her by both wrists and slammed them against the mattress above her head. She straddled Roxane’s waist and her smile turned more sinister, hungrier.

            “You know, if you weren’t trying to kill me—“ Roxane was cut off as Isa dipped her head low, going straight for her neck. A sharp pain flooded the area, followed by the warm trickle of blood.

            “Mmmmmm.” Isa sucked hard against her neck, and Roxane squirmed under her body. She felt something odd against her hips: was Isa grinding on her while killing her?!

            Panic shot through her and Roxane struggled, looking for any part of her body that wasn’t pinned down. The room was quickly turning blurry, and she did all she could think to do: she rolled back to her front.

            Isa was toppled onto her back. She let go of Roxane’s neck, and blood spilled all over the bed, all over the pair of them. In the movement, Roxane was able to pull her arms away, and now had one locking Isa’s wrists above her head, and the other around her throat. She was feeling dizzy, and the vampire’s smile and accompanying laughter was pissing her off.

            “My turn. She forced Isa’s head to look up and shot down with her own. Her open mouth collided with Isa’s supple neck, and with what strength she had left, Roxane began sucking.

            “Mmmm, yessss. Keep that up darling.” giggled Isa. I’m going to miss your fire when you pass out and I suck you dry. Even now, she pressed her hips against Roxane’s body. “My neck hasn’t felt so good since I got turned.”

            Roxane bit into her neck, tearing through skin and flesh. Isa screamed in pain, struggling against the human on top of her. She freed her hands and began attacking Roxane with them, trying to tear her off and scratch at her back. But Roxane kept sucking; she pulled back her teeth and sucked the blood out of Isa’s open wound. The vampire squirmed, quickly weakening as the wound took its toll. Then, before Roxane passed out, she went still and cold.

            She spat out what was left of the blood in her mouth, along with a chunk of flesh. It splattered against the floorboards, staining them in blood. Roxane looked at Isa’s still, naked body, and felt herself getting weary. “Fuck you.” She collapsed.

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Monsterfucktober - Day 6, Orc

The battle between man and orc was a long one. Was it all for land? For riches? To vanquish each other? No one there had a clue; they were there to fight, not question their orders.

            The battlefield was red with the blood of both sides. Human and orc alike lay dead in the well-trodden mud, be it in a heap or side-by-side. In the end, their deaths were all to cancel each other out, for only one fighter on either side was left standing. On the side of man was a peasant fighter; Alec was covered head to toe in blood, his tunic was soaked in sweat and his muscular arms burned from the strain of jabbing his sword through the thick skin of so many orcs. His foe, equally bloody and tired, was an orc vice-captain, wielding a twisted blade. He stared down the tired human, and huffed loudly, trying to catch his breath.

            Alec turned towards him, and with a hefty grunt he raised his weapon once more. The captain had armour, protection across most of his body. It would be a tough fight, and he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to come out on top.

            “How many kills?”

            Alec was taken aback by the question. He paused for a moment, thinking back to when the fight began. The dying faces of enemies flooded his mind, fatal wounds leading back to his own blistered hand. “Fifteen.”

            “Fifteen? Not bad.” The orc took a seat on a felled tree. “I’ve killed twenty-eight.”

            Alec felt his blood run cold. When the battle had started, many of his comrades fell without getting so much as a slice in. He was amongst the luckiest of the lot; even some of his commanders fell after only a few kills. “This isn’t a competition. People have died, people both of us know.” He took a knee, breathing heavily. “Being honest, I don’t have it in me to take another life.”

            The orc sat in silence, too tired to stand. “Me too, at least not until a short rest.” He lay back. “We’ll finish this… in a moment.”

            Silence fell over the battlefield, and Alec watched as the orc captain dozed off. His gut told him to move over quickly; finish him off while he’s resting. But he too was tired, and rather than standing up again, he fell back and the world turned dark.

When he woke up again, the air smelled different. Before, it reeked of blood and death, but now it was scented. Something had swept over the entire area; it was in his nose, in his lungs, and on his mind. The orc was still asleep, body splayed over the log. ­­Alec wondered if the stench came from him. The thought of sneaking up and killing him while he had the upper hand crossed his mind, but something else stirred in him: he wanted to fight.

            He called out to the captain. “You ready?” Immediately, he regretted his choice. The warrior had over double his kill count, and even after a rest, he felt tired. But still he felt it in his body, he wouldn’t be satisfied by ending the battle like a coward.

            “Yeah. I’m ready.” The orc pushed himself up, Alec saw necklaces rattle around as he moved: strings of orc ears bouncing against his wide chest. He hadn’t noticed them before, but he enjoyed watching them, or maybe it was the orc’s exposed skin.

            They approached with weapons drawn, and Alec struck first; slashing towards the orc’s body with his bloodied sword. The captain caught it in the curve of his blade, then swiped it away with a force that nearly took it from Alec’s hand. He felt something in the orc’s movements, they were heavy, clumsy even.

            “I thought you said you were ready.” He smirked, then made another swipe. The captain blocked it much in the same way, but as he threw the sword to one side, Alec continued with its momentum. He made a full turn, then caught the orc by surprise by swiping for his midsection.

            The captain dodged back and tripped over a corpse. He swung his blade wide while he tried to regain his balance, and staggered several feet before grounding himself again. He smiled. “Not bad, human.” He charged, aiming to skewer ­­­Alec on his blade, but was too slow, and fell forward. Alec caught a good whiff of him as he fell past; it was an intense smell, permeating his nostrils and bringing something out in him, something just short of violence. He smacked the orc with the flat side of his sword, on the ass.

            “Caught up in the thrill of the fight, are we?” the captain jeered at him while he turned around. “You’ve got a good swing, could’ve cut me but instead you spanked me?” He let out a grumble, low and powerful. “I like the anger.” He charged at Alec again, but as he prepared to defend himself, the captain dropped his weapon and went for a grab straight at his throat. The orc pulled Alec off the spot and lifted him into the air, hand gripped around his throat. “I win.”

            Alec’s eyes darted down, then back to look the orc dead in the eye. He smirked. “Let. Go.” Even with a lack of breath, he heard the power in his own voice. He inhaled hard to keep his breath, and more of the orc’s musky scent filled his lungs. He enjoyed the smell, it made the world around them turn hazy.

            The orc turned his gaze down slightly, and frowned as he realised he was beaten. The human’s sword was just shy of his neck, ready to skewer him. “Why didn’t you do it?” He released his grip and Alec dropped to his knees.

            “I don’t want to kill you. Go home in defeat, I beat you.”

            The orc growled, then turned his back on the man. He yelled and kicked a discarded helmet across the battlefield. It clanged against something far away. “No. I cannot return a coward. But you’ve bested me, so I cannot kill you unless through challenge.”

            Alec felt a hungry itch at his mind. The orc’s tired body looked more spectacular to him the more he stared. And that smell; it was becoming addictive. He wanted more, he wanted that orc on his knees. “I challenge you.”

            “Oh?”

            “I challenge you to last longer at sex.”

            The orc smiled, then unbuckled his belt. “I accept.” His trousers dropped, and Alec bore witness to the large, bulging penis that the captain had hidden throughout the battle. It was veiny, with an impressive girth and giant head. Soon after it was revealed, Alec smelt more of that musk, but now it was stronger, more powerful and alluring. He felt saliva build up in his mouth, and the thought of it in his mouth made him erect.

            Alec pulled his eyes away from the orc’s member, and dropped his own trousers. “Bend over then.”

            The orc paused, his face locked in a shocked expression. Then he smiled. “I see. You want to fuck me?”

            “Yeah. My challenge, my terms.”

            He snarled, then turned around and presented. “Do your worst, human.” Alec walked up to the captain’s ass, then groped it with both hands. The smell was stronger than ever, and he wanted to lick the captain, badly. His grip tightened, and the more he groped, the more he heard the captain groan. “Hurry up and stick it in!”

            Alec spat in his hand and pressed it against the captain’s ass. His spit seeped into the orc’s wide ass hole. “Looks like you’ve done this before.”

            “Once or twice, yeah. But they didn’t last long. Let’s see how you do.”

            The orc chuckled, and Alec felt rage fuel his boner. He gripped the captain’s hips, and thrust his weapon in down to the hilt. The orc grunted, then his breathing turned heavy once more. Alec kept moving, pulling his hips back before slamming them again into the orc’s backside. The musk was pungent and intense, and he leaned in close to the orc to get as much of the scent as he could.

            “Quite a… good technique you’ve got.” The orc’s large hand was gripping the muddy ground. “Never dealt with someone going slow enough for me to feel what they’re doing.” He moaned, and fell silent while Alec continued to fuck his ass.

He slumped and thumped for minutes, relishing in the smell of the orc’s musk and the feel of its insides rubbing against his dick. His ass was thick and meaty, and the inside gripped tightly against the head of his cock as it pushed through and pulled back. It felt akin to a tight embrace, pleading with him to stay deep inside, a plea he was tempted to grant. But it was as if Alec’s actions were beyond his control; he couldn’t stop thrusting, nor could he go even a moment without fixating on the orc’s sweaty, odorous body. With one hand, he clawed at the captain’s armour, pulling him up from his shoulders and onto his hands. The angle felt less intense on his penis, but it was about more than that, he wanted this orc like nothing else before. Words were beyond him, just the thrill of the fuck.

The orc reached behind with a knife gripped in his hand. “Hold it to my throat. I want you to make me feel…” he struggled to finish his sentence.

Alec pulled it from his hand and slid it just shy of the captain’s throat. “Use your words.”

“Fuck, I need to feel… worthless. Beaten. At your mercy.” The orc was moaning, nearly whimpering at the speed and focus Alec was fucking him with. I think I’m—I’m gonna, oh fuck.” Alec’s grip on the orc’s body tightened as his dick was squashed by a clenching ass. He spanked the captain forcefully, biting his lip as he continued to push through and keep up his momentum. The orc’s moans grew more intense, cries of pleasure soaring out around them, only contributing more to Alec’s erection. He pushed himself as deep as could go, so much that his body pressed against the captain’s ass. The whimpering orc gave way, falling forward almost to the point of lying down in the mud while still taking Alec’s dick in its entirety.

Alec reached a hand underneath them, finding the captain’s dick before immediately jerking it. He leaned over and muttered to the orc. “Don’t get weak on me that easy, you pathetic little goblin.” The deep moans coming from the orc’s mouth took over his ability to respond. Instead, he simply breathed heavy and loud breaths while Alec rubbed the shaft of his penis and pushed the tip into the cold, wet mud.

“I… Yield…” he eventually managed to utter. The thrusting continued for several more seconds, but then Alec slowed down. He looked down at the orc’s sweaty, raw ass, and pulled out. His hand went straight to his own penis, which he jerked for another ten seconds before fresh cum shot out over the orc’s bare ass. Then he leaned down, taking in the pungent musk, and licked the captain’s ass hole. It tasted tangy and rich, and it took all the self-control he had left to stop himself from eating the orc’s ass.

Alec stood above the broken and tired captain, resisting even more to submit to him just to have a taste of that orc dick. “Go back to your commanders, and tell them of our victory.”

The captain got to his feet, pulling his trousers back over his erection. “I will. Well fought, human.” He extended a hand, and Alec shook it.

“If you ever feel the want of a rematch, call me here and I’ll gladly take you again.”

The orc huffed. “Maybe I will. Until then.” He walked off, struggling to keep a consistent stride. Alec forced his gaze away from that thick ass, and he as the scent of the orc’s musk slowly dissipated, he remembered he was on a battlefield, surrounded by corpses.

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Monsterfucktober - Day 5, Minotaur

Rhea’s troubles didn’t begin when she entered the great and terrifying Maze of No Escape, nor when a lawmaker in the emperor’s good graces came onto her a bit too much and tried assaulting her. In fact, she found it funny when he slipped a hand up her dress only to clasp his palm around her testicles. No. Her troubles began when she was told that being a woman meant retiring her gladiator armour.

“But I like my armour! I know it’s…” She looked at it, hanging on her wall, clean as could be. “It’s a bit boyish, but I like it!”

            “I know, I get that. But they don’t let women fight in the wars, and now that you’re a woman, you can’t fight anymore.” Sapria, her friend since childhood, had spent most of the day with her, sorting through all of her gladiator gear to rehome it.

            “But what if I need it? What if my homes invaded during the night by a thief?”

            Sapria threw her an old, unpolished sword. It clattered against the stone floor, losing some of its dust. “Here, you can fight thieves with that.”

            Rhea picked it up. It was her first sword, the one she’d trained with and set aside the day she was awarded a spear. She began toying with it. “Can we be a bit gentler with this? These are precious memories.”

            “I’m sorry.” Sapria fished out one more piece of armour and sat down. “I’m very new to this. I figured you’d be eager to get rid of it, leave that part of you behind it.”

            “No– yes– I’m not sure. I’m eager to leave being a man behind, but, well, it’s like starting from scratch.” She sighed. “I get why so few of us go through with it. It’s hard to fully transition. I only know as much as I do about being a woman thanks to you.”

            “Thank you. I get worried sometimes; maybe I’ve overlooked something, or I’m teaching you the wrong parts of femininity. But I’m glad this whole process of ‘throwing away your past’ is working out for you.” Rhea said nothing, and was focused on her old sword. Sapria investigated the armour more. “Hey, what is this for?”

            “Oh that? That’s my codpiece.” Sapria threw it across the room without even a thought, and the pair of them laughed until they needed fresher, less dusty air.

Rhea was on her way to deliver her old armour, dressed head-to-toe in robes which she and Sapria had designed and sewn for her. The sash went up along the middle of her back, parting either side of her neck, and then flowing down the sides of her chest before tucking into her belt. The centre of her chest was entirely exposed, which was great for her as carrying all her old armour in the middle of the day caused her to break quite a sweat.

            It was there that one of the emperor’s officials took a liking to her. He wasn’t awful-looking, but the same couldn’t be said for his character. Few in her area liked him, but somehow he never lost his position. He stopped her mid-journey, tried only a little to flirt, and then went straight for her skirt. She would have broken his fingers on the spot, but her box was too heavy to let go of for even a second, and the experience had stunned her too much to act.

            From there, she may as well have been taken straight to the maze. There was no trial, no appealing to the emperor, just a quick glance and ‘take this man to the maze’, then she was gone.

When she was thrown into the maze, Rhea was stripped of her dress. She was also denied her armour, her sword, or even a tunic. She went in naked, with nothing to help her but her experiences. In the time she’d spent scavenging for food and water, Rhea had fought and killed seven beasts that made the mistake of labelling her as food. She skinned them, ate their flesh, and moved on. By what felt like the sixth day—she couldn’t tell since the maze was carved into a mountain—she had two weapons, a torch, and enough pelts to dress her twice over. It was at this point, when she was prepared for anything, that she met the minotaur.

It was eight feet tall, with a cow’s head and a hairy, human body. Its bare arms, bare legs, and bare torso were all coated by thick brown hairs. Rhea looked it dead in the eye, adrenaline pumping through her muscles, when she noticed something was off about the creature.

            “I thought you’d have horns.”

            The minotaur stopped dead in its tracks and tilted its head. “No…?”

            “Did you lose them?”

            It huffed, then propped itself against one of the maze walls. “That’s not– normally people don’t– why are you talking to me?”

            Rhea shrugged. Her expectations for this creature of legend fell short. Even its voice wasn’t as deep and booming as she imagined. “Why not?”

            “Huh.” It went quiet for a moment. “Sorry, I’m very used to the whole ‘aaarggg, I’ll kill you’ routine. It’s strange—refreshing, but strange—for someone to ask about me before.”

            As she heard it speak more, the sound of its voice shone through; the smoothness, the accent. Everything clicked into place in her mind. “You’re a woman…”

            It chuckled. “That would explain the lack of horns.”

            “I’m so sorry– I didn’t realise. Please, forgive me.” She felt her cheeks turn hot and went to hide her face.

            “Hey, hey. You’re alright. Do you have any idea how many men have come in here and gone ‘aaa you foul beast!!!’ to my face?” it laughed. “I’ll overlook your mistake, on account that you recognised I’m half human.”

            Rhea smiled from behind her palms and lowered them. “Thank you. I’m Rhea by the way.” Relief flooded her; she never would have suspected the minotaur of legend was a woman, or friendly.

            “I’m Penelope. Want a drink?” Rhea nodded and the minotaur beckoned her to follow deeper into the maze.

Eventually, it led her to a large chamber. Decorations lined the walls: there were gold pieces, ornaments, a skeleton pointlessly guarding a pile of armour just like what she was on her way to throw out before being cast into the maze. In the very centre of the room was a large bed, complete with plump pillows and a huge blanket.

            “I like what you’ve done with this place. It’s very homely.”

            “Thanks. Some of it came from my father when he threw me in here.” Penelope rummaged in the pile of coins until she pulled two full bottles of wine. She sat at one end of the bed and offered Rhea a seat. “I hate him, but a girl’s gotta sleep, right?”

            “Yeah. I hear you.” Rhea accepted one of the bottles and started drinking with her.

            “So, tell me about yourself. What brings you to my lovely halls?”

            She took a massive glug of wine. “Oh it’s one heap of bullshit. You wouldn’t want to hear it.”

            Penelope leaned in. “Go on… I haven’t heard a good story in… well years. You have to indulge me.”

            As she saw her up close, Rhea realised how strangely pretty Penelope was. Her head had an even spread of smooth, glossy hair running all over it, her nose looked delicate to the touch, and her eyes; her eyes were dark and beautiful. The long eyelashes she had added to it all; she was effortlessly feminine, far more so than Rhea felt she’d ever managed. She took one last gulp. “Well…”

In the hour, she’d gone over it all: her past, her transitioning, Sapria’s suggestion to get rid of her armour, and the pervert lawmaker who she imagined killing at night. But the wine flowed heavily, and by the end of her story Rhea began joking in ways she normally wouldn’t agree with. “It felt affirming, in a weird way. He took one look at me on the street and decided he wanted me. Sure, he wanted me in a bad way, and I certainly didn’t want him, but I’m looking to find some good in all this, so there it is: he affirmed my gender.”

            Penelope choked on her drink and laughed some more. “Wow. I’ve been told I was too hopeful and optimistic, but you, you could find good in a maze full of monsters.

            “I found you, didn’t I?”

            Penelope turned away. Rhea’s smile dropped immediately and she tried to figure out what she’d said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You’re not a monster, I meant you’re—“

            Penelope turned back around. Her lips were caught in a quivering smile and her cheekcs were flushed. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Sorry, I just needed a moment.” She took another big swig. “I umm…” then she trailed off.

            “Hmm?” Rhea went to stoke her arm. “You okay?”

            “I think I like you.”

            Rhea felt her chest flutter and her groin tingle. She looked Penelope in the eyes, feeling stunned. She felt unable to speak, unable to act, and suddenly the memory of that lawmaker came flooding back into her head, and she forced herself to snap out of it. “I think you’re really pretty.” Her hand didn’t waver from Penelope’s arm.

            “You do?” Rhea nodded, and Penelope’s eyes widened. “But look at me! Look at my cow’s face, my hairy body, my hairy tits!” She reached up and smacked her large breasts with her hands. They bounced, disturbing the otherwise regular pattern of her hair-coated body.

            Rhea stared at them as they moved, and felt saliva in her mouth. “You make it work. Trust me, you’re sexy.” Immediately, she realised what she said and put the almost-empty wine bottle down before covering her mouth.

            “Gods, you’re getting me all flustered.” Penelope took one more sip and put her bottle down too. “I think you’re sexy too. I love how okay you are with being vulnerable and how comfortable you are no matter how you dress.” They both sat there, trying to contain themselves, before Penelope spoke again. “Could I… kiss you?” Rhea was speechless, but nodded vigorously at the suggestion. Penelope began to lean in, closing her eyes, and Rhea did the same.

            Their lips met, and Rhea felt fireworks go off in her mouth. Not long after their lips touched, their tongues emerged, greeting each other affectionately before exploring their homes together, deciding which one was best to move into. As Penelope’s mouth was far larger, and her tongue was half-akin to a cows, both their tongues remained in her mouth while the rest of their bodies came closer. Rhea’s clothes slipped off, Penelope’s legs parted, and before long Rhea’s fingers were pulsing between the minotaur’s legs.

In all her lessons on being a woman, Sapria had left no stone unturned. They were close, platonically, so much so that on more than one occasion Sapria had derobed and taught Rhea where to touch another woman to give her the best orgasms—she had called it the ‘secrets of Lesbos’, and swore she would only teach fellow lesbians, “lest the men start thinking they know how to please women as well as we do.” Rhea now knew one thing about women that eluded even Sapria: minotaur clits are massive.

            Penelope’s whole body, in all its muscular glory, contorted wildly at Rhea’s touch. She enjoyed watching her squirm, and kept what Sapria had taught her in mind: be light on the clitoris, the g-spot isn’t very deep, use the middle and ring fingers. Rhea was so focused on pleasuring her, she barely noticed the whimpering, or that she kept speaking with her hand over her muzzle. “Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh–OH YES.” Those sounds of satisfaction turned her on, and she fingered her with even more dedication until Penelope’s screams of pleasure echoed off the chamber walls. She was so loose, and Rhea was going at her so hard and fast. It became inevitable that her fingers would slip in past the knuckle, even though she didn’t mean it. “OH FUCKKKKK.” Penelope’s legs quivered and her free hand went to her breast; she squeezed her nipple and rolled it between her finger and thumb, moaning loud enough to make the walls shake. When she was done, Rhea was exhausted, and her arm was dripping up to the elbow.

“Fuck. Me. That felt fucking fantastic.” Penelope’s breaths were heavy, and her heart was racing.

            “You’re so hot, even your moans are sexy.” Rhea was resting on top of her, brushing her hand against the minotaur’s hairs while listening to her body with one ear to her chest. “Fancy giving me a go, or are you all tired out?” She laughed and lightly gropes one of Penelope’s hairy breasts.

            The minotaur shot up. “Fuck. Yes.” She pinned Rhea to the mattress and kissed her neck. “How about I find something to fuck you with?”

            Rhea’s face turned red. “Like… from behind?”

            “Mhm. Like the sound of that, darling?”

            Rhea wasn’t sure if it was the idea of being fucked in one of her holes, or the nickname, but her heart fluttered. “Yes, please.”

Penelope released her and strode over to the pile of armour. The skeleton did nothing and stared up at the ceiling, as it had been doing since Rhea had first entered the room. After a minute of rummaging, Penelope returned with a metal piece attached to some strings. “I believe this codpiece would fit nicely with some oils. What do you think.”

            Rhea grinned and got on all fours. Almost instinctively, Penelope put the metal piece to her groin, pointing out as if it were concealing a boner. Rhea put her hand around it. “Take me, Penelope.”

            In only minutes, tears streamed down Rhea’s face as Penelope widened her ass hole with the oiled up metal. Propped up on her knees, with her face buried in the bed’s plump pillows. Rhea felt ecstatic as she took it all inside her. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. FUCKKKK.” Her hands gripped at the head board, her body shook from the sensation, and her teeth were gritted around one of the pillow cushions.

            She felt the piece leave her completely, and Penelope commanded her. “I want you to slap me.”

            Rhea got up and wiped the tears from her face. “What?”

            “Slap me. Like you mean it. Your hands were so big and good when you were finger-fucking me and I want to feel them again. Now slap me and I’ll fuck you on your back.”

            Something was different about her tone. Penelope had acted so submissive before, but now she was aggressive, dominant. Rhea liked it. She stood up on the bed, slapped the minotaur right across her face, and felt her breath leave her body as Penelope’s grip pushed her onto her back. “Fuck, you slap good.”

            “Thanks, it’s the soldier training.” The codpiece went into her ass once more, and suddenly Rhea was almost speechless. “Oh. My. Gods. Keep. It. Up.” She could only manage one word at a time between thrusts. Soon she gave up speaking entirely, and instead just whimpered and moaned while Penelope filled her to the brim. When she finally came, she saw stars. Then she collapsed in a sweaty heap, and Penelope went to fetch them both some water.

            “I think I like it here.” said Rhea, giddy with joy.

            Penelope handed her some water. “Want to stay for a while? I know you have a lawmaker to choke, and your friend, but Gods I’d be lying if I said the idea of you staying here didn’t make my insides tingle.”

            Rhea drank, then thought for a moment. “I’d like that. Then, once we find the exit, we can leave together.”

            Penelope laughed and lay down beside her. Without words, the two found each other’s embrace. “I’d love that. We’ll start tomorrow, darling.”

            “Thank you. I can’t wait to, dear.” Exhausted and satisfied, Rhea fell asleep in Penelope’s arms. Penelope kissed her on the forehead and settled down with her for the first good night she’d had in years.

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