The cold of the night was staved off by the brick and mortar of the esteemed diner where a couple were spending their date night. Zephyr, the massive manticore, griffon, and minotaur mixed chimera sat in a little booth across from her boyfriend, Barry. They were at Chili’s, a place that they had talked about going to on a date for a long time.
The more than eight feet tall chimera wore a tight fitting skirt, a white button up whose buttons barely held on against the might of her large breasts, and a blue sweater that contrasted her crimson furred arms and legs. Her large wings were brown and cream colors. With a clawed hand, she ran her fingers through her red with cream striped hair, “Barry,” She flipped through the small menu.
“Yeah?” He replied. He also wore a button up, but his was a dark blue and covered in pictures of red and blue chili peppers as well as pictures of bottles of hot sauce.
“Should I get the brisket burger or ribs?” The chimera asked, fully invested in picking out her food.
Barry looked away from the baseball game that played on a ceiling mounted TV, “Ribs. You love ribs.”
“Well, I do,” Zephyr looked up from her the menu at her boyfriend.
God, he’s so cute! I just want to pick him up and give him a big smooch! a part of her brain fawned over him. I must keep him protected.
Hold him tight and keep him away from the harsh world, The second piece sternly demanded.
The third was quiet, but it made her manticore, mace like spiked tail sway back and forth, Rape. Rape. Rape. Rape.
“Zephyr?” Barry’s query made Zephyr snap to attention, “You’re making that face again.”
“Huh? Which one?” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and slouched as much as she could in the much too small booth.
“With the blushing face, the bedroom eyes, a smile on your face… a little drool,” He added quietly, “You already wiped it off.”
“Ah, sorry,” She smiled warmly, “Sometimes I kind of space out as I listen to those little voices in my head.”
“Is that normal?”
“Well, it’s been a recent thing. I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. If I start splitting into three separate personalities, then we can be worried,” She smirked.
“Right. Most chimeras act like that,” Barry cited his light research into other chimeras, “Weird how that works. Anyways, I might get some chicken strips. Maybe that crispy chicken burger.”
Tell him I wish I was part chicken instead of griffon with how much he likes chicken, The horny voice chuckled.
“Go for it,” Zephyr smiled, struggling to keep the intrusive thoughts at bay.
“Which one?”
“Oh, the sandwich, sorry.”
Barry frowned, “I know you’ve been training hard, but maybe you need to chill on that. You keep spacing out and going unresponsive. Maybe you need to rest, Zephyr.”
“Oh, you’re so sweet, Barry,” She reached across the table and took his much smaller hand in her giant paw-like digits. Her tone was suddenly sickeningly sweet, “Maybe we should rest together tomorrow. I’m sure the team will let me take a sick day.”
A massage would ease my weary muscles, the more stern voice in her head admitted.
“I’m sure they will. Even if you’re their ace, you need time off too.”
“Maybe I could get your–” The more animalistic voice in her head came out, “A little mana,” She finished in a calmer tone.
“Yeah. Of course,” Barry smiled, making the monster’s heart flutter.
“Alright, folks,” The kikimora server returned and set a drink in front of each of them. A foamy beer for Zephyr and hard cider for Barry. The woman brushed her hands on her black apron adorned with a Chili’s logo, “Can I get anything started for you?”
Keep your eyes off my man, the stern, angry voice in Zephyr’s head growled.
“I think we’re ready to order,” She decided for the two of them, “I’ll have the barbeque ribs with fries.”
“Would you like a double order?” The server asked.
Zephyr slowly nodded, her stomach growling quietly, “Yeah. Yeah I’d like a double.”
“And I’ll have the crispy chicken sandwich. How about some fried pickles to share?”
“Sounds good to me,” Zephyr agreed.
The server wrote it all down, took their menus and left the couple to enjoy one another’s company. Barry sipped on his cider until he felt his girlfriend’s tail rub against his leg, “Come on, not here.”
Oh, just rip those pants off, stud, The lusty inner monologue growled.
“You are right,” The stern voice took over, “I am sorry for teasing you.”
“You’re acting a little funny…” Barry decided to not start an argument and dropped the idea, “You’re probably just getting hangry. We’re nearing the full moon as well, right? You’re pretty sensitive to that.”
Zephyr slowly nodded, starting to feel a little weak, “Yeah. I just need to eat,” She started to sip her beer and attempted to play footsie under the table with her boyfriend. Her much too large paw banged against her date’s legs as she reached her hands across the table and gripped Barry’s, “I’m sorry for acting like this,” She squeezed his hands tightly as she sighed deeply, “I’ve got those… What did your friend call it? The one with the goofy cat girl wife? Brain goblins? Yes, I have a lot of those today.”
“Intrusive thoughts, huh?” He carefully tried to avoid the claws on her feet as he struggled to reciprocate the footsie, “Hey, I get those too. Like the voice in my head tells me to put my face in your knockers all through the day. But you’re strong, I’m sure I’ll get through dinner unmolested.”
“Hopefully…” She replied.
Hopefully not, the voice in her head retorted.
Sssh, The sterner voice ordered.
The hungry, ravenous voice paused C’mon. Right here. Just under the table, keep it and him quiet if you have to.
But our cute, precious hubby asked if we could later… The third, quieter voice mumbled.
“Just gotta eat something. Keep the hunger at bay,” Zephyr said aloud, her tail swaying back and forth, her wings flapping gently, and her leg bouncing under the table, shaking the earth beneath Barry.
The man used two hands to squeeze one of Zephyr’s, “Hey. Should I ask for the food to go?”
“No! No, no,” She shook herself, “I just–”
“Here’s those fried pickles for ya,” The waitress placed the basket of pickles before the two, “Are the drinks okay so far?”
“Of course, thanks,” Barry answered quickly as if to shoo her away.
The waitress smiled before stepping away, “Your food should be out shortly.”
Zephyr’s stomach rumbled like thunder. While she attempted to maintain a semblance of her composure, the chimera gingerly picked up a fried pickle and dipped it into the spicy ranch sauce and bit down on it, swallowing it quickly without really tasting the morsel. The fried food sat in her empty stomach, only making her feel hungrier. She trembled, grabbing a few at once and skipped dipping them in the sauce. Barry watched, sneakily grabbing one as the manticore gobbled the rest up. She followed up the hot food by chugging her beer. She felt warm and sweaty, despite not being dressed heavily, “C-can we…”
“Get it to go? I’ll wave someone down,” Barry gave her a small smile, “Feeling feverish?”
“Maybe a little bit…”
“Alright, just wait here. I’ll go find a waiter.”
Zephyr was sprawled out on the couch with her head laying on the arm rest. A soft, fluffy blanket was laid over her weary body. The remnants of her brought home meal were set on the coffee table, the only thing left in the plastic container was some of the sauce and bones from the ribs. Barry sat on the floor near her as he finished up his sandwich. On the TV, they watched a somewhat uninteresting romcom. Both of them had moved into the same small dorm room since they spent most of their down time in one another’s rooms and it saved them a bit of money in their college expenses.
The manticore, wholly uninterested in the movie, reached over to him and pat him on the head, “I think you should come sit with me,” She mumbled.
Barry nodded and set his leftovers aside, “Alright, let me wash up and–”
“Now,” The hungry voice growled. After freezing for a moment, Barry timidly moved to the couch and sat next to her. Zephyr easily pulled him onto her lap, one arm wrapping across his chest and the other hand rubbing his head gently, “You’re such a good boy. A real handsome stud,” She cooed gently before kissing him on the ear, “Could I trouble you for, mmh, some mana?” She spoke in a sweet, loving tone that Barry struggled to say no to.
Yes, yes, yes, YES! The voice of lust cried in the manticore’s thoughts, Just TAKE it! He’s RIGHT THERE!
Let him consent. Allow him as much comfort as we can afford, The sterner voice ordered.
Barry nodded, “Sure, I had a feeling you’d ask for it.”
“Thank you,” Zephyr purred as she gave him a tight hug. Her tail was already excitedly trying to get past his jeans. Her wings held him tight as she pulled his pants down, gently rubbing the already hard member of her boyfriend before her large tail bulb enveloped it. One of Zephyr’s hands pressed against Barry’s chest, holding him against her stomach while the other hand covered his mouth, placing his head between her massive breasts. The tail’s numerous tongues lapped against her man’s meat, slathering it in slick, glossy saliva. Barry twitched as his member was worked, unable to move from how wrapped up he was in Zephyr’s limbs. Feeling his legs move, the manticore trapped them under hers, forcing them apart as the tail did its work. The manticore purred loudly and kissed her man’s scalp.
Feeling that she had teased him enough, the tail opened slightly before starting to glide down and up the shaft. She was hungry, starving even. All three voices in her head were all talking at once, making it difficult for Zephyr to keep herself calm. Keep him held tight, remind him who he belongs to, The stern voice commanded.
RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE. SUCK HIS COCK DRY! FILL UP ON HIS MANA AND CUM! The hungry voice yelled.
The third voice sighed and cooed as the chimera kissed and cuddled Barry, I can’t wait to cuddle and pamper him~!
The tail was slow and well controlled despite this. The man whimpered and shuddered before grunting into Zephyr’s fluffy hand. She could feel the warm, sticky liquid as it was shot into her tail as the stroking got loud. With a noise, Zephyr quickly gulped down her man’s mana, giving him a few moments to rest as she removed the hand from his face. Barry panted, filling his lungs as he nestled deeply in her grasp, “Another?” He asked.
“You’re so sweet,” Zephyr ruffled his hair before covering the mouth again. This time her tail was relentless. It pumped her man’s shaft rapidly, desperate for his mana and semen. The pumping of the tail plus the licking and stroking of the tongues was too much for him. Despite his second orgasm, Zephyr kept pumping and stroking, cooing and kissing him as she coaxed a third from him. After the third, Zephyr released her hold on him and gave him a kiss on the ear, then the cheek, and finally passionately made out with him. Her large, rough tongue slipped into his mouth, tangling playfully with Barry’s. She pulled away, forcing his head into her fluffy mane as she stroked his hair, “Love you, my handsome guy.”
“Love you too…” Barry weakly replied as he tried to reciprocate the hug.
The TV was shut off and the two laid out on the couch, “Was I too rough?” She meekly asked.
“No. Until you start clawing me, we’re fine,” He smiled as he snuggled in tight, “Wanna know something I thought of the other day?”
The manticore nodded, “Yeah, what’s up?”
“What if I had more of you to cuddle with? Like, I saw an ad on the internet for one of those doppelganger potions and it got my brain gears turnin’. I could be sandwiched between two huge breasted, built like brick house women!” He laughed, “It's dumb, I know. You’re perfect how you are.”
“Thanks, sweetie,” Zephyr yawned, the two of them quickly falling asleep on the couch. The chimera was glad that the voices had finally subsided, but there was a strange feeling in her body. Along with the warmth of her man, she felt an odd heat. Disregarding it, she closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep.
Barry woke up in bliss. He knew the feeling of using Zephyr’s large body like a mattress, and always enjoyed the warmth it provided. But something felt off. It took minutes for the stupor of sleep to wear off, but once it finally did he realized that the neck fluff on his loving girlfriend was gone as was the warm fur on her limbs. He tried to get up, gently trying to remove her arms in the dark of the early morning sunshine.
“Where are you going…?” She groggily asked as she hugged him tighter. With his face in the woman’s bare breasts now, Barry felt at ease. These were definitely Zephyr’s breasts.
“Is he in of need of disciplining?” A second, sterner voice wondered. Barry felt a taloned hand on his back that firmy rubbed the area between his shoulder blades, “No, he is just sleepy, hm?”
“Maybe he needs a raping,” A third voice chuckled before yawning loudly. The familiar fluffy paws grabbed his hips, “Hand over the goods!”
“Let him sleep,” The first, sweet voice huffed, “Barry needs to rest after how much we drained him yesterday.”
Barry felt her hands move letting him finally sit up. He had been laying on the body of a large woman on the floor, slightly shorter than Zephyr, but she had the face, eyes, and horns of the chimera. Her crimson hair had cream colored spots in it and was tied back in a ponytail. She had the look of an average minotaur, if Zephyr had been one she might have looked like her. To his left was a griffon, like the cow woman she had a share of Zephyr’s features like her crimson and cream hair that came down to her shoulders along with the brown and cream wings and crimson furry legs. The third was a manticore with a big grin on her face. She had the tail, the mane, and long hair. Each was just under seven and a half feet tall with massive breasts and huge muscles, all dressed in loose shirts and tight fitting shorts, “Uh? Zephyr?” Barry balked at all of them.
“Yes?” They replied in unison.
“Is this not what you wanted?” The griffon part asked as she ran her taloned hand through Barry’s hair.
The minotaur pulled him back into a hug, “Three women to play with the breasts of, right?”
“Three women to molest you,” The manticore grinned, brandishing her spiked tail pussy, “Ready to start?”
“Oh, let him rest, we’ve startled the poor thing,” The minotaur stroked his hair.
“Come on! I’m starving here! Lemme just get a little bit of that mana at least!” The manticore whined, “Just a little sucking!”
“No,” The griffon folded her arms and frowned, “You will have your turn. But we must fortify him first, lest we injure and drain him too much.”
“Milk first. Come drink up, sweetie,” The minotaur lifted her shirt, revealing her massive mammaries. The pink, puffy, inverted nipples leaked a tiny bit of milk, “Have some breakfast, sweetie,” She offered, putting her arms out and her palms up as if to take him in a hug. Unable to resist, Barry joined her on the couch, letting her pull him onto her lap and holding his head gently in one arm, bringing him up against her nipple, “Drink up. I know how you’ve sucked on our nipples before, you’re just a hungry little guy, aren’t ya?”
As he opened his mouth to reply, Barry’s mouth was forced against the nipple and almost instantly, a mouthful of it sprayed into his mouth. The minotaur moaned as if she suddenly felt a wave of relief wash over her. After swallowing the first warm and milky mouthful, he began to suck on the nipple, sucking down as much milk as he could. She was right, he had desperately wanted this, but was a little too shy to admit it.
“Look at him,” The manticore licked her lips and ran a hand down Barry’s chest, “And how hard he is~” She put her big paw hand on his crotch and started to rub and grope his manhood.
“Allow me,” The griffon took her turn, placing her hand on his groin and gripping his balls through his underwear, “They feel heavy. Wonderful.”
“Whoops!”
Barry felt a needle jab into his arm as the manticore grinned from ear to ear. His already hard member now started to ache, throbbing and desperate for release.
“Poor Barry,” The minotaur smiled and licked her lips, “I think you wanted to go first,” Barry was lifted and handed to the griffon, “Be gentle~”
With the griffon holding him in a princess carry, the manticore tore off his underwear and shirt, revealing his member to the cold world. Barry was laid on his back as the three busty women stripped naked. Each grinned at him, eager to use his body. Barry was sat up as the griffon got on his lap facing him, his member scraping against her already wet pussy. She crossed her legs behind him and pulled his head into her breasts. With a deep breath, the griffon pierced herself on his member, riding him down to the hilt. She rose slowly and brought herself down, gripping the man tightly as she used his body to pleasure herself. Barry put his hand on her hips, trying to help her as she went down and up on him. All three girls moaned in unison as they watched and fucked Barry. From behind, the manticore pressed her breasts against his head, smothering him in a breast sandwich. The griffon’s claws dug into Barry’s back, “Ah, Barry!” The griffon cried. As she orgasmed, her pussy gripped Barry’s cock, forcing his overly sensitive member to cum inside her.
There was a short period where Barry was allowed to rest as the griffon caught her breath. With another deep breath, she started to ride him again. She shoved his hands off of her, letting the manticore grab his arms and hold them back as she rapidly rode him. His member throbbed, cumming again and she continued her wild riding. The griffon growled and moaned as she kept using his member to pierce herself, taking him deep, down to his balls as she felt every little bit of his penis. It didn't take long for her to cum again as she was overwhelmed by the feeling of her beloved’s penis. With a powerful orgasm, she milked a third orgasm from Barry.
The griffon released him before giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. Barry barely had a moment to catch his breath before he was snatched by the manticore. He was forced on his knees with the growling monster behind him also kneeling. Her hand pulled his head between her breasts as the tail snaked forward under the pair and opened up, sitting near the tip of the penis but not yet swallowing it. Her other big, fluffy paw rubbed the man’s chest and stomach, “I hope you’re ready~” She grinned before grabbing his cock, feeling it throb and pulse in her hand. With just her thumb she stroked the shaft teasingly, “Such an eager stud,” She loudly licked her lips, “Can’t wait to eat you up.”
Now using two fingers, she rubbed the head of his penis, stroking just the small top of it. Barry’s moans were muted by the fluffy manticore paw as he was slowly and agonizingly jerked off, “More? Alright!” The manticore gripped the shaft, now using all of her fingers to stroke his slick penis. She brought her hand down the shaft and let go, taking her sweet time in rolling his balls back and forth between her fingers, “I can hear the cum sloshing around in there. You need it all milked out, huh?” She giggled. She dipped her fingers into her tail and scooped out some of the slick lubricant which she rubbed on the palm of one hand. The manticore gripped the shaft again, gripping it tightly before beginning to stroke. She was fast, bringing her hand up and down the penis at a rapid pace. Barry was almost howling in pleasure, desperate to cum now.
His very sensitive member throbbed painfully, “Cum for me,” The manticore whispered playfully. As if she had flipped a switch, the member shot its hot load into the tail that was still eagerly waiting to suck it down. The manticore kept stroking the shaft as the tail bulb gripped the head of the penis, eagerly licking and sucking as Barry was milked. He had no time to rest before the manticore started stroking again. She panted as her sensitive tail pleasured itself on the head of the penis. Barry was forced to cum again, making the manticore, minotaur and griffon all shudder in their own tail pussy orgasms.
The manticore wasn’t done yet. She still hungered. The overpowering lust in her body forced her to put Barry on his back. The man finally got to pant for air, only for it to be knocked out of him again as the manticore aggressively straddled him, piercing herself on his member. There was no gentleness in the manticore’s desperate and horny riding. Her hips rose and fell rapidly, crashing back down into Barry’s hips. He could only weakly lay on his back, panting and moaning as the manticore pleasured herself with his body and member. The manticore was howling and running her claws down the man’s chest before pressing one against his face and the other on his chest. The minotaur laid on the floor with him, holding him in a tight hug and kissing his cheeks and forehead teasingly, “Ahn~” She moaned along with the other two, “Such a good boy, letting us milk you dry~” She cooed as she pushed off the manticore’s hand. She put her nipple in his mouth again, giving him a little pick-me-up and energy as the manticore brought her hips down in a loud plap. The manticore howled as a powerful orgasm shook and rocked her body. Barry came inside her, his cum splurting again and again and again into her womb. The manticore rolled off of him, laying on the carpet before giving Barry a kiss on the cheek.
The minotaur wiped his mouth of extra milk and helped the tired man sit down on the couch with gentle, loving care. She kissed him on the forehead before caressing his hot, sweaty body. Barry smiled weakly. He had claw marks on his chest and back along with bruises on his hips. She gently gripped his head and kissed him on the lips before kneeling on the floor in front of him. Although it was fading, the manticore’s venom was still circulating through his body, “Let’s get the rest of that nasty stuff out of you,” She sweetly offered as she ran her hands down his thighs, gently rubbing her fingertips on the more sensitive inner part.
With his penis already slick, Barry’s member was easily enveloped by the cow’s bossom. The mounds of warm flesh sloshed quietly as she slid her breasts down the shaft. Slowly, she brought them back up. Barry moaned and tried to thrust into the breasts, “Looks like he’s loving it,” The manticore grinned as she sat next to him on the couch. She put a leg over his to keep him still as the griffon sat on his other side. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
Barry groaned. He struggled to speak as his mind was clouded from the constant sex. The minotaur simply smiled sweetly as she continued to work his member with her massive, milky tits. The manticore touched herself, softly moaning as she watched herself titty fuck her man. Feeling hot and bothered now, the griffon did the same, all three of them now moaning together. Barry, completely exhausted, had the last of his energy and strength sapped from his body as he was brought to orgasm again. He had lost track of how many times he had came just that morning, but now his precious baby batter was leaking all over the minotaur’s mammaries. She just smiled as she gently worked through his orgasm, waiting until the penis stopped throbbing before she stopped the titty fucking.
“Still a bit more,” She smiled, seeing how he was still hard. She pursed her lips and kissed the head before she took the penis in her mouth. Her lips slid down the shaft with her tongue working the bottom of it. As she rose back up, the griffon grabbed the penis and started to jerk it as the cow woman kissed and sucked on the head of the member. Barry’s body felt numb and dry, barely able to think as the women continued their constant barrage of pleasure. The manticore reached over and gripped his balls, gently squeezing and caressing them. Barry started to moan, his cries only stifled as the manticore and griffon smothered him with their breasts. He was in heaven, loving every second of their molestation and love in the form of sexual pleasure. All three women moaned loudly as well as they touched themselves, the minotaur picked up the pace with her sucking as the other girls jerked him faster. With a cry, Barry shot his load into the minotaurs mouth. She kept sucking until she felt the pusling member stop moving. She opened her mouth, showing Barry the load before swallowing it, making sure to show she had sucked it all down.
Barry barely saw it before he went limp, fucked to unconsioucness by the horny Zephyr looking trio, “Awww…” The manticore whined as she touched his now soft penis, “I wanted another round.”
“We are going to suck the soul from his body if we keep going!” The griffon smiled, her sternness wavering as she stared into the adorable face of her future hubby, “We need to marry him soon.”
“Yes! We do! I’ve been saying that for months!” The minotaur scoffed as she went to find a towel to clean them all up.
The griffon scooped the man up in her arms and kissed him on the forehead as she brought his limp body to the bathroom. The minotaur put soap and water on a towel and wiped down all of their sweaty bodies. Taking him to the bed, The griffon laid with him as the big spoon while the minotaur laid in front of him, all three of them still naked. The manticore got herself a beer and laid a blanket across the others. After finishing her drink, she got in the bed and fell asleep along with her two other parts and the love of their life.
Barry woke up hours later. It was now mid day judging by the bright lights streaming in through the blinds. The morning had been spent sleeping, at least he thought so. He was naked with a single Zephyr laying behind him. She held him tightly as she snored quietly. Barry laid in her warmth and fur, patting one of her hands firmly.
With a yawn, he stretched out and tried to remember what had happened that morning. Last night they had gone to sleep on the couch, but now he was snuggling up on the bed. He was naked too. Had there really been three Zephyrs?
As if on que, the chimera stretched and yawned, “Good morning, Barry,” Zephyr sleepily greeted.
“Morning,” Barry yawned and rolled over to give her a hug.
“What… Happened this morning? Did I hurt you?” She asked as she saw the claw marks on her husband’s chest. Her memories of the morning were very foggy. It also felt like she had more than one memory of it, like she had observed it in a few ways. It hurt her head to really think about it. Looking at the chimera, the memories in Barry's head began to churn as he recalled everything that had happened.
“Did you split yourself this morning?” Barry rushed into the real question, “Can chimeras do that?”
“Well, I think we can,” Zephyr scratched her head, “I guess maybe it had to do with you saying something about multiple of me after you gave me a bunch of mana. You got fucked hard this morning, huh?” She gave him a smile, “Sorry I– we– were rough with you.”
“It was heavenly,” He sighed dreamily, “I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
“Oh, you’re definitely going to get it,” All three of the voices in Zephyr’s head cried out in joy as she kissed Barry, “Hey, wanna go to the jewelers today?”
“Oh? You wanting a necklace or something?”
“Ah, something like that,” Zephyr giggled slyly as she forced him onto his back and laid atop him, “I’m goin’ back to bed for now.”
Barry just sighed and scratched her head, “Yeah. Wake me up when it's time to shower.”
“Can do. We love you, Barry,” She said with another yawn.”
“I… I love all of you too. Sleep well.”
Zephyr nodded as she held him tightly. While the voices in her head weren’t totally subsided, the brain goblins had mostly backed off and left her alone. She didn’t feel sick anymore, she felt happy, especially as she day dreamed about marrying Barry and having a ton of kids with him.
Tag: Manticore
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The rain poured down on a busy human town, a demon mana powered car scooted by a dark alleyway, eager to get to wherever it was going. A few more cars followed, splashing through the deep puddles and blowing the scattered trash around. Water poured out of a drain pipe and onto the concrete where it flowed like an urban stream down to an almost overflowing storm drain. The wind howled and loose trash can lids flapped and slammed shut. A man toyed with his butterfly knife, the steel reflecting glimmers of the nearby streetlights that dimly lit the alleyway he stood in, leaning against a wall in his thick winter coat. The spot he stood was under a balcony, keeping much of the water from getting on him. A lit cigarette hung from his lips, the old kind with tobacco, not the new age ‘good for you’ herbs that the monsters peddled. The tobacco industry was dead, the new overlords from ‘The Old World’ deemed it too harmful. What little cigs were left were home grown and self rolled. The man didn’t mind, he always rolled his own, but he still cursed the mamano regime for putting so many damn restrictions on everything. At least he still had liquor, even if the car he drove no longer worked due to their accursed magic. His stomach growled, he needed a bite to eat. His wallet was empty, he didn’t even have enough in his bank for a cheeseburger down at the fast food joint. Jobs had dried up, money was tight, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to afford rent in the coming months, much less something to eat. Just like everyone else, thieving was on the table. The survival of the fittest, it was him or them. Besides, this wasn’t his problem, the monster girls, as pretty as they were, were to blame for all this strife. The man perked up as he heard a loud splash at the far end of the alley. With a smirk, the man spat out his cigarette in a puddle, and hid in the shadows and waited for his prey. The victim approached, the anticipation was killing him. He stepped into the light, brandishing the knife as lightning struck, “Hand over the wallet and–” Another flash of lightning silhouetted the form before him. It was huge, seven feet at most, six and three quarters at least. Pointed ears at the top of the head and slowly swishing, thick tail were all he needed to see to know that he had crossed a monster. If she squealed, it was all over for him, threatening a monster with a real weapon was a pretty big crime for him. His mind raced, trying to find some way out of this. Without a second thought, he lunged, attempting to gut her with the knife. It all played out in slow motion for him, lightning behind him illuminated her face. She was grinning. Happy? Some twisted sadistic smile? The man quickly lost his nerve, especially after the monster grabbed his wrist with one big, fluffy, furry hand. She squeezed hard enough on his wrist to force the knife from his hand, it clattered to the ground with a metallic sound as the monster’s other hand grabbed the struggling man’s neck and chin, forcing his head towards her. Another flash of lightning, wings spread wide for the man, if her goal was intimidation, it was working. Nothing he did worked as he tried to strike her arms, to pry her fingers loose, to give himself some form of escape, but nothing seemed to shake her. Her pearly whites shined even in the dim light, and they were sharp, “Yeah. You’ll do.” The man was forced to the ground in an instant and the monstrous woman straddled him, “Get offa me!” He hollered. She didn’t respond as she grabbed a burlap sack from her back and slipped it over his head, pulling it tight before moving onto his hands, keeping him from splashing around frantically in the rain water. Soon, the monster hoisted him over her shoulder, knocking him out with the sudden jolt and making him go limp. With a spinning head, the man awoke. He was staring up at the ceiling where a fan slowly spun with its lights off. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his face with one hand as the other was bound to something. He was on a couch with one hand cuffed to the foot of it. With a grunt, the man attempted to lift the couch but found it was nailed or screwed to the wooden floor. The man’s coat had been stripped off and laid on the coffee table before him along with all of his belongings, except for his cell phone and knife, those were missing, it seemed. A blanket had been laid across the man and propped his head up on a soft pillow, “Dammit,” He grunted as he rubbed his throbbing head again and then his sore and handcuffed wrist. He glanced around, the room he was in was a small living room of an apartment. The walls were a cream off white, there was a tiny, dusty TV across from him, a DVD player, and some kind of record player all on the same shelf. To his left was the front door with a multitude of locks, a big window with the blinds drawn, and a hallway that led deeper into the apartment. To his right was a little dining room with a small table and chairs, with a small kitchen next to it. A shiver ran down his spine as he heard the sound of something scraping across the hardwood, like a set of clawed feet stomping across the floor. The stomping came slowly down the hallway, accompanied by a yawn. The man was soon face to face with his abductor, the monster leaned against the wall at the mouth of the hallway, wearing little more than a pair of panties and an overly large shirt. She was definitely a monster with a set of blonde fur covered limbs. Fur covered her arms up to the elbow and her legs up to the knees. Both her hands and feet were large and paw-like, ending with large claws on each digit. Before crossing them, she used one hand to brush some of her messy, short, blonde hair out of her face. A pair of blue eyes blinked slowly at the man and a set of sharp, pearly white teeth grinned. The man and monster stared at one another and the would-be thief quickly became more and more nervous and uncomfortable, which only seemed to increase the sick, twisted pleasure she got out of all this, “Morning, sunshine,” She chuckled at the man with a gravelly yet sultry voice as she puffed out her dark blue neck fluff to make it look larger. The man put on a confident voice, “What the hell are you?” He snarled, trying to yank on the handcuffs. As the man shifted uncomfortably, the woman’s pointy cat ears turned towards him and flicked. The woman chuckled, uncurled two wings of a dark blue and leathery material and spread wide to make her look bigger, then slowly sauntered over to the kitchen where she slowly filled up a kettle and put it on the stove, “You don’t know, huh? You did live in that human city, afterall. Did you like living there?” “Get to whatever point you’re making, woman. Do whatever the hell it is you’re going to do to me.” She purred as she sauntered over to him. A long, rubbery looking tail of a deep navy color that ended with a spiked bulb that was shut tight was swishing back and forth behind her. She leaned down, getting to face level with him, causing him to shrink away from her. She got closer and closer before her hand moved with lightning speed and grabbed his chin to force him to stare into her eyes again, “Listen well, boy. As handsome as you are, I am a manticore and I am going to eat you,” She stood and stepped away, heading to the kettle as it started to scream. The man shivered with fear, “E-eat me?” “Yup! That’s what manticores do,” She poured a cup of steaming hot water into a mug and placed a tea bag into it, “Coffee?” The man didn’t respond and just stared at her, sweating nervously, “I guess not,” She chuckled to herself, “You know. I’ve never eaten a man. Never found the right one. But you… you look delicious.” “H-how are you going to eat me?” The man demanded, tugging on the handcuffs again. “Hmm…” She pondered, whether she was just messing with him or not wasn’t obvious, “Maybe my tail, just swallow it up like that…” The tail bulb faced the man and opened wide. A thick gooey liquid dripped from the orifice’s opening with numerous tongues all rolling around idly in the cavity. It closed back up and moved behind the manticore, “She’s very shy,” She explained. “Y-your t-tail is… shy?” “She has a mind of her own,” The woman shrugged, “Now,” She sauntered to the couch and sat next to the man who desperately tried to get away from her. One of her arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him close, “What’s your name? I wanna get to know you better before we… get to it.” “P-please, let me go,” He whimpered on the verge of tears, “I-I’m sorry for trying to rob you, I just needed some money to afford food!” “Food? If you needed a meal you could have just asked!” She laughed, “We could have worked something out, a meal for you and a meal for me. Maybe we can still do that, hm?” The man whimpered, “W-why would I agree to that? You’re going to kill and eat me!” “Kill you!?” She laughed again, “You’re a funny guy, ya know that?” She dug her claws into him gently, “I’m not gonna kill you. Just gonna eat ya.” “I-I don’t understand.” “Do I have to spell it out? Maybe you just need a demonstration?” The manticore asked before grabbing a key from a chain around her neck and uncuffing the man. Her hands grabbed him and forced him onto her lap. He tried to wiggle free but her arms wrapped around him. He could feel the soft fur on her arms brush against his skin. She was purring loudly as she put her legs over his, interlocking them before using her much stronger legs to force his to spread open. The manticore’s mouth opened and pressed against her prey’s neck, kissing and licking with her rough, powerful tongue as the man struggled and writhed. Her tail snaked across the couch like a carnivorous animal ready to pounce, “Oh, looks like she’s hungry~” “W-what are you gonna do to me!?” The man demanded as the tail got right up against his crotch, “Why do you have to start there?” He whimpered. “But that’s the part I want to eat!” She giggled and purred as she continued to kiss and lick his neck, “I’ve heard it's the most delicious part of a man and I am so eager to find out!” The tail opened up, showing off its rows of tongues before slinking forward and pressing against the man’s pants. He struggled and writhed, unable to get out of the excited monster’s grip as the tail was placed firmly against him. The tongues rolled out, lapping at the pants and leaving their slick saliva behind. “Just get it over with,” The man’s heart was pounding, the monster could feel it, his fear, his anxiety, and all his terror was delicious to her. That anticipation combined with her own lust were what set off monsters like her. She needed to feed, and he was looking just scrumptious. The tail worked on its own as it unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with surprising and trained dexterity. It dove in, opening up around the front of his underwear and teasing the member beneath. The man was already a little hard from what is colloquially known as a ‘fear boner,’ which definitely excited the manticore even more. She was panting in his ear and breathing hot, steamy air down his neck, “I’m so excited!” She giggled and nibbled on his ear, “Just relax and let me do everything~” “W-what?” He was getting harder as she held him tighter. The tail gripped the hem of the underwear and revealed the semi-hard dick that it so desperately desired. The tail bulb lunged forward, making the man yelp as he felt the hot, wet tongues that immediately started to lap at his member. The manticore grinned as he let out a quiet moan of pleasure. The tail closed around it, squeezing all the air out with a little squeak and forming an airtight seal around its food. ‘Sssh, relax,” The monster purred loudly as she slowly released the man’s arms and retracted the tail spines. His hands gripped the tail, curiously touching the rubber bulb as the numerous and small tongues lapped and worked up and down his member. It started to gently suck, making sure the penis it fondled got completely hard. “What are you doing to me?” He panted, the pleasure starting to cloud his mind. He gripped the tail and held it in place, making the manticore purr with glee. “Are you enjoying it?” She asked as the man leaned forward. She gripped one of his shoulders and gently massaged it as she retrieved one of her spines and forced about half of it out, “Just a half dose for our first time,” She muttered before gently sticking it into his exposed thigh. Almost instantly, the man felt hot and sweaty, his mind was filled with nothing but lust and pleasure seeking. The tail, sensing his eagerness, started lapping more forcefully and sucking harder. Every little bit of sensitive skin on the man’s penis was getting licked, sucked, and played with by the manticore’s tail. The manticore hugged him again, holding him tight as he moaned and whined. She stroked his hair gently and sweetly as she bit her lip, feeling just as much pleasure as he did. She could feel him throb and pulse within her tail, he had to be getting close. She totally stopped the pleasure for both of them. “Wha- don’t just blue ball me like this!” He begged, trying to tug on the tail to get it to start. Its suctioned grip was too strong, preventing it from being removed. “You wanna cum, hm?” “Y-yes, please.” “I want you to promise me a few things first,” She cooed, still purring in his ear, “First, you’re going to be my husband. I don’t care if you wanna be my ‘good boy’ or if you want to be a brat that I have to fuck into submission every night. Second, stop smoking that crap, it’ll kill you and neither of us want that. Third… I want you to tell me that you love me,” She explained, feeling the pounding of his heart and the panting of his breath. “You monsters are so weird…” He groaned, “Fine. I’ll be your husband and quit smoking. Not like being with you could make my life any worse. And… I’ll tell you that I love you when you teach me how to love.” “We’ll learn together,” She purred, “But for now, how about you cum for me? Blow your load right in my tail pussy~!” She started to suck and lick the shaft again. The tail started to pump rapidly. The man cried out, feeling the pleasure wash over him before being forced to violently orgasm in the tail bulb. The wet sucking turned loud and lewd as it greedily lapped down every single drop of cum that came from him. The lapping and sucking didn't end as his orgasm did, the hungry manticore kept going as the man’s cries of pleasure continued, “You can be done once we’ve drained every. Last. Drop from you~” He only whimpered in response. The two lay on the couch with the manticore being the big spoon and the man being the little one. The tail had released him, leaving his now soft penis covered in the remnants of the tail pussy juice dried on it. The manticore was still purring as she loosely hugged him. The man stretched and pulled his pants back up, covering his crotch before sitting up on the couch. He stared down at his new wife. She was admittedly gorgeous but there was an air of fear about her. But for now, she was just a sleeping kitten. A massive, ravenous kitten, but still, an adorable purring cat. He stroked the top of her head, her cat ears twitching as he grazed against them. “Crazy woman,” He chuckled, “Maybe I’m crazy for falling for you now. Or maybe you put something else in that spine,” He wondered as he reached over and grabbed his pack of cigs. He lit one and rested it on his lips, blowing a puff of smoke and rubbing his face. “I told you to quit that,” The manticore huffed as she sat up next to him. She showed off her flexibility with her stretching before swiping the cig from her new husband’s lips. “I’ll quit tomorrow. Lemme finish this pack at least.” “No. You’re quitting now,” She put the cig out. The man grabbed another and put it on his lips, “Make me.” “Oh, you are SO getting it now!” She tackled him, both going to the ground and wrestling before she ended up on top of him with her breasts pressed against his face, “I’m going to be your new addiction,” Her tail flicked and stuck a spine into the man’s leg. He whimpered, exciting the manticore as she started to tear his clothes off, “I’m gonna break your hips!” She laughed, trying to instill some anxiety and fear in the man with little success. Unfortunately for her, he seemed to be enjoying her aggressiveness now. -
My heart pounded as I walked through the dark corridors of the mansion. I had a small flashlight in one hand and a handgun in the other. I nervously checked the sides of the magazine, seeing how much ammo I had-- only four. Three for the monster, one for me, seeing as I was definitely going to miss again. I had only seen whatever she, or IT was out of the corner of my eyes. There had been four of us at the beginning, wandering into a seemingly abandoned mansion to escape the rainstorm outside. I had watched each other man be dragged away by some sort of horrifying creature, kicking and screaming as they were pulled under the floorboards or into the darkness. I could do nothing to save them. Thunder shook the mansion, making me grimace again as I pointed the flashlight at busts on small tables. It could be anywhere. I panted as I tried a door, looking for a way out. Locked. I frowned and kept moving, trying side doors as rain poured down and foliage outside thrashed against the building. I grabbed the door handle at the end of the hallway, a piece of paper was stuck to it with a large spine that oozed some unknown sweet smelling liquid. I grabbed the paper and unfolded it, messy writing screamed ‘BE MINE’ at me surrounded by a large heart. A key dropped out of the paper. I had been left multiple papers, most saying similar things and having useful items for me, the ravings of some kind of insane lover. I unlocked the door and pushed the door open slowly, checking for the monster. As I entered the door shut behind me, just as the others before had. I heard a click, the door behind me locking me in. I shined the flashlight around the room, the tiny beam illuminating tiny bits of the furniture. I was in a bedroom, a master bedroom by the looks of it. The massive chamber had furniture thrown around the room, clothes, jewelry and papers scattered everywhere. The massive bed was the only thing in the room in immaculate condition. The light bounced off shards of glass as I knelt down to pick up a piece of paper, hoping for a clue. I unfolded the hastily scrawled upon paper to reveal its message, ‘LOVE ME, ANON.’ If writing could screech its demands at me, this definitely would. My back suddenly arched as pain shot through my back. I fell to my hands and knees dropping the gun and flashlight. I heard an unmistakable crunching noise as someone walked over broken glass and mirror. I turned my head and looked into the eyes of a demon. It-- She towered above me, licking her lips and staring at me with a starving look. She had long black hair, a fluffy black mane, black leathery wings, dazzling crimson eyes, a swaying, spined tail with a dripping wet maw and bestial legs and arms. Her three sets of folded, furred arms each moved independently as she strut towards me. She leaned down and plucked four spines from my back, chuckling maliciously, “You put up quite the chase, Anon. But the game is over and I WILL have my prize. You are going to taste DELICIOUS!” “N-no,” I panted, a hot feeling was enveloping my groin, as if a hundred years of pent up sexual frustration had all just surfaced. “Yes!” She cackled as she easily picked me up, holding my hands behind my back with two hands and carrying me with another two. She was panting hot air into my hair and on the back of my neck. I was thrown onto the bed as the monster removed the black coat she was wearing to reveal her all black lingerie and massive breasts. She chuckled as she crawled onto the bed, each hand gripping me, “I’m so HUNGRY, Anon. FEED ME,” She tore my shirt in half and tore my belt apart in the same motion before she went back to caressing me, feeling me. One hand held my hands above me as another gripped my chin, keeping me still, another still ran its fingers through my hair while the other three gently ran claws down my exposed skin, each headed to my pants. She ran her rough tongue up my face, tasting me. She gave me a wild grin as her hands gripped my pants, taking them off quickly. Her tail snaked up my leg, planting wet kisses on my thighs as it made its way towards my-- “CUT!” The director shrieked. The manticore blinked at me, releasing me slowly and looked down at my body as the lights came on. She looked back up at me and gave me an apologetic look, “No dice, Champ?” She kissed me on the cheek before lying on top of me, covering as much of my nude body as she could. She giggled as my face was buried in her neck fluff. “Yeah ‘Champ,’” The director sneered, “No massive erection for your smoking hot monster girlfriend?” The director was a small artsy fairy. She was a good person, but she could be harsh to me and everyone else on set, demanding perfection from all. The only person who seemed to avoid her ire was my manticore girlfriend. I was jumping from a poor ‘Shrek the Musical’ production in a tiny theater to a multimillion dollar horror-romance film after the portals opened about two years ago. A film that was going to put my dick and my first time having sex on the big screen. “Look, I’m really nervous,” I explained, quickly pulling my pants back on, “Its my first time and its going into a movie.” “Well its her first time too,” She pointed to my manticore girlfriend, “And you can SMELL how eager she is!” “Leave him alone, Wendy,” Maribelle, the six armed manticore, growled as she helped me up. She stood behind me and wrapped her many strong arms around me, “He’s trying.” “We can get you some E D pills if you need,” I was reminded by Wendy, “Just sayin.’” “He’s not getting any dose of my venom from those fake spines,” Maribelle reminded her. “Then shoot real spines at him! You just have to fuck him with your tail pussy!” “We had an agreement, Wendy. I do this sex scene my way,” Maribelle pointed three index fingers at her. Wendy stomped her foot as she landed on a nearby chair, “I know! But this is THE LAST SCENE in the movie! The climax! This needs to be perfect! We can’t half ass this!” I rolled my eyes, it was my dick on the screen. My career was going to be over after this so I didn’t give that much of a fuck. Maribelle would probably go on to be in some other films because of her unusual amount of arms, but there was no way I would have a career after this, “We’ve been filming for ten hours,” I reminded the two, “Can we take a break before you two start trying to kill each other?” Wendy sighed, “Yeah, we can continue filming tomorrow. COME BACK AT NINE TOMORROW!” She screamed at everyone else on set. People and monsters started to file out. I turned to leave as well but hands grabbed my shoulders, forcing me up against Maribelle. We stood silently as everyone else left. I was released as soon as we were alone on set, she was frowning at me, “How are you feeling?” I asked. “A bit of everything, Champ. Angry, anxious, excited and happy. Our first time, our mating ritual is going on the big screen! I know my vision of what we will do is different than what Wendy wants,” She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. She had a strange way of speaking and moving, as if she was always on the set of some sort of play revolving around her. “Lets go to the trailer and get some food. My treat.” “You’re always buying me food, Champ,” She whined, “Can we do pizza?” She quickly changed her tone, “Oh, let me change out of this and get you a new shirt,” She quickly lifted up the bra, flashing me and sticking her tongue out at me. She laughed as my face lit up red before she turned heel and disappeared into the backroom leaving me alone for a few moments. I sighed and sat down in a chair. Two minutes later, Maribelle emerged from the back wearing a satin red dress with an open back. She tossed me a button up shirt that I quickly put on. She offered me a hand, “Care to walk me home, champ?” I nodded and stood, taking her arm in mine, “Pizza tonight, right, Fluffy?” I gave her a little grin. Maribelle winced at my pet name for her. She wrapped another arm around my shoulders and grabbed my hand with her third, “Of course. Maybe a bit of beer too?” I gave her a disapproving look, “Soda is fine too,” She decided. She couldn’t control herself when it came to alcoholic beverages of any kind. She pulled me into the trailer and let me go, pushing me onto the couch and spreading out, putting her heavy head on my lap. She stretched out like a cat before finally resting face down, one set of arms wrapped around my waist. Her tail flicked from side to side as I started to pat her head, her ears twitched as I poked them gently, “Are you hungry right now?” She nodded, purring loudly as I scratched her behind the ear. I took my hand off of her as I went for my phone, getting a low growl in response from Maribelle, “Let me call the pizza place!” She huffed as I called for pizza. When I was done, she grabbed my hand and forced it back onto her head. She was silent for a few moments, “Remember how we met?” She giggled as she rolled over. I groaned, “Yup.” “You were so cute in that musical. I think that production had some of my favorite memories of you.” “You just liked it because you got to pull me underneath a costume with you and hold me down as you kissed me.” “Yeah...” She frowned, “Do you think I’ll ever stop being cast as the terrifying monster in plays and movies?” “You keep saying this is gonna be your big break! I’m sure you’ll find other roles!” “What if everyone wants to cast YOU for romance roles after this movie and I’m stuck back in that tiny theater,” She timidly tapped her fingers together starting from her top hand and making a wave down to her bottom hands. She looked at me with her sad, red eyes, “I’m afraid I’ll lose you to some young, gorgeous, kitsune actress. I’ll be seeing you on the screen plowing her from behind as she screams your name,” She wiped her eyes, “Please don’t forget about me when you make it big time.” I stared down at her and grabbed one of her many hands, “I’ll tell them they have to cast you as my love interest if they want me so bad. But my career is over after this movie anyways,” I sighed, “I’m gonna get violated and its going into a movie. My career will be dead as soon as it begins.” Maribelle gasped, “What are you talking about? There is nothing more romantic than the first time between a husband and wife! This is going to be huge!” “Even if you’re violating me?” “Its not me violating you! I am merely being proactive in our holy matrimony!” She reached up and caressed my face, “Are you sure you are okay with this?” I smiled at her, holding her hand against my face, “Yeah, I am. Anything to make you happy. You’re the one who got me this gig after all and have already staked your claim on me.” “I won’t take the part unless Anon plays my love interest!” She recited part of her conversation with Wendy, “I showed her some of your acting in musicals and some other plays and she agreed!” “She was hardly on board with it. I don’t think she’s on board with it still.” “Well, we will show her, shant we? We will give her our best performances of our acting careers!” “I don’t know how much acting I’ll do with your tail pumping me dry.” “You’ll be performing such high level acting, real emotions and feelings coming out as we make passionate love for the first time in our lives!” She comically brought the back of her hand to her forehead, swooning dramatically, “I am so glad this will be caught on film!” “Most people are mortified when their sex tape comes out. You seem incredibly excited to put this out to the world. Its like some weird form of voyeurism.” “You act as though romance is some sort of fetish!” She huffed, folding her arms and glaring at me. I shrugged and tried to pat her head. She pushed me away and sat up, pushing me so I was now the one laying down on the couch as she straddled me. She put a hand on each of my shoulders, two on my head and two on my chest. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, “I love you... I have been given the opportunity to prove to the world how much I love you with this film. Even if we never work in film again, I will have this one thing that will make me happy for the rest of my life. We can run away together and open our own theater in some third world country where no one will ever recognize us!” I grinned at her, unsure if she was joking on that last part, “I love you too. I’d rather run away to somewhere beautiful and live off the land, performing for any random passersby if they pay our small fee.” She laughed, “Like, we emerge from a cave, illuminated by candles and perform a two person act for them on a poorly constructed stage in exchange for a McDonalds meal or half a pizza?” I nodded, “I probably get molested by you at the end of every play.” “Of course! True love is the best moral for any performance!” I received another kiss, this one more passionate than before. She flopped down on top of me, lying on top of me and wrapping all six arms around me. “Don’t fall asleep yet, fluffy, the pizza should--” I groaned in pain as six sets of claws dug into my flesh. “I’m not sleeping, Champ,” Maribelle growled, “I want that damn pizza. Pet me and tell me I’m pretty,” Shet didn’t have long to rest as a knock sounded on the door. She jumped up and threw it open. There was an intern at the door, pizza in one hand and two liter of soda in her other. She nervously handed the food over to the starving manticore, “Thank you, dear,” She teasingly pat the aspiring actress on the head before closing the door. I could see a glint of a smile on the interns face. She didn’t even wait for me before throwing the pizza on the table, grabbing a slice in four hands. She pulled out two cups and poured us both a cup of soda while each hand brought the pizza to her mouth so she could take a bite of each. “Thanks,” I smiled as she handed me a slice and a cup of soda. “You think we should write a new scene before tomorrow?” I nodded, my mouth was full so I couldn’t speak, “So, you pick up the paper with my note on it and then I come up behind you?” We stayed up late discussing the potential climax of the movie. I emerged from make up to see Maribelle and Wendy arguing. I groaned as I hesitantly stepped towards them. Maribelle glanced at me, “Champ, get over here,” She growled. I picked up the pace, being pulled against my girlfriend by three arms, “Tell Wendy our plan.” “Morning, Wendy,” I smiled meekly. “Hey,” She said bluntly, tapping her foot impatiently, “May I remind you both this is MY movie?” “Yes, but if you want pure romance, you should listen to your lead actors!” Maribelle huffed. “I know you demand perfection, Wendy,” I spoke quietly, “But, flu-- Maribelle, wants our scene together to be perfect. Its just a slightly different set up that allows her character a bit more characterization before we get into it. It also allows me to get eased into it a bit more gently before...” I trailed off and nodded my head a little bit, “But--” Wendy interrupted me, “I know you aren’t too familiar with monster culture, but you can just go ahead and scream, ‘she fucks me with her tail.’” “Okay, but we--” “I’m waiting for you to say it,” She folded her arms. “Ease me into it before she violates me for a length of time using her tail to pump me dry,” I groaned, “Can I continue?” Maribelle and Wendy both chuckled at me, the tension in the room quickly dying, “Okay. What the hell was I on about?” I scratched my head. Maribelle picked up where I left off, “I think what Champ here is trying to say, is that we want this movie to be just as perfect as you do. Please, can we work together to edit this ending?” Wendy sighed, “But you’re supposed to be a terrifying monster that is obsessed with our friend here.” “I know the spine attack is just there for a cheap jumpscare,” Maribelle frowned. Wendy stomped her foot in frustration before pointing a tiny finger at Maribelle, “Show me what you two came up with. Don’t get upset at me if I stop you,” After a short demonstration Wendy nodded slowly, “Fine. But you two better give me the most REAL and VISCERAL sex scene of your entire life!” I unlocked the door and pushed the door open slowly, checking for the monster. As I entered the door shut behind me, just as the others before had. I heard a click, the door behind me locking me in. I shined the flashlight around the room, the tiny beam illuminating tiny bits of the furniture. I was in a bedroom, a master bedroom by the looks of it. The massive chamber had furniture thrown around the room, clothes, jewelry and papers scattered everywhere. The massive bed was the only thing in the room in immaculate condition. The light bounced off shards of glass as I knelt down to pick up a piece of paper, hoping for a clue. I unfolded the hastily scrawled upon paper to reveal its message, ‘DO YOU LOVE ME, ANON?’ “Well, Anon?” A sultry voice spoke behind me. I whipped around quickly, leveling the gun. My hand was batted aside, the gun coming loose from my grip. The six armed monster let out a disturbing laugh. I stepped back, illuminating her with the flashlight. She was completely naked, stepping towards me with her arms outstretched, to pull me into an embrace, “You have put up quite the chase. But the game is over and I WILL have my prize. You are going to taste quite... DELICIOUS!” She laughed again. I shook my head, stepping away from her, “No, please,” I begged. She licked her lips, lines of saliva running down her face, love juices dripped from both her crotch running down her inner thigh and the maw on her tail, “I’m so HUNGRY, Anon! FEED ME!” She panted. I stopped as I bumped into something behind me, the bed, “W-what do you want?” “You, Anon,” She cupped my face with two hands and pressed her lips against mine, “I will make you love me,” Five of her hands held me still as she forcibly made out with me. I struggled in vain, “Struggling only makes me hornier,” She whispered as she pulled away from me, a strand of saliva strung between our lips. Her sixth hand quickly undid my belt as she forced her mouth against mine again. As soon as she finished that she yanked my pants off and tore off my shirt, stripping me to my underwear and before throwing me onto the bed and leaping on top of me. My underwear was gently removed as she forcibly kissed me again. She broke character for a moment, “Are you ready?” She whispered directly into my ear. “Yeah,” I took a deep breath as she rolled me onto my side, spooning me. “All mine,” She giggled excitedly as she dropped back into character. Her arms wrapped around me, her chin pressed into the top of my head and her legs wrapped around mine, locking me in place. My heart was racing as her tail snaked up the bed, gently licking the head of my penis. I whimpered and closed my eyes as my dick began to grow. I ignored the cameras and lights around us as the bulb of the tail slowly glided down my shaft, the tongues working rapidly and greedily. Maribelle moaned before kissing my ear and gently biting down on it. I could hear her purring as I writhed and groaned from her tail. It firmly locked itself in place as the numerous tongues went to work. The tongues were much softer and gentle than the one in her mouth. I let out a moan of pleasure that was quickly cut off as a hand clamped down on my mouth. As I got close to climaxing, she slowed down, only a few of the tongues were teasing me now. I whimpered and writhed, begging for more. A more sadistic side of Maribelle was coming out. She giggled and nibbled on my ear her tail started pumping again. I came before I knew it, her tail loudly slurping down my fluids. She took the hand off my mouth, letting me gasp for air as her tail gently licked my shaft again. Maribelle caressed my body and kissed my scalp, “Our first time,” She whispered happily. I relaxed, foolishly thinking she would release me. I felt something poke my leg, she had stabbed one of her spines into me. My heart sank as I heard her chuckle maliciously. As my erection returned, she started pumping violently. The tongues eagerly and hungrily licked as the tail moved back and forth on my shaft. The hand returned to my mouth as I started moaning again. I could hear her moan in my ear as if she was getting off to this. I came for the third time before she released me. My chest was heaving and I was panting, begging with my eyes for her to give me a break. Six hands clamped down on me as she smiled at me. A small, seemingly innocent smile as I was injected with another shot of her venom-- three shots of her venom. She grinned as she slowly took my cock to the hilt inside of her. She howled in pleasure as she started to go up and down on me. I couldn’t hold it back at all as she used me to pleasure herself. I started to moan and was shut up once more as she pressed her breasts against my face. Her pussy was even better than her tail. It was the greatest feeling in the world. I came inside of her as she screamed out in pleasure. Her entire body shuddered as she orgasmed, her pussy clamping down on my cock and milking another orgasm out of me. She sat up, panting slowly. She looked back down at me, still grinning, “I love you, Anon,” Before I could respond, she pressed her chest against my face again and started fucking. I couldn’t remember how long we went at it, I passed out quickly after that. I woke up in Maribelle’s arms. We were back in the trailer and I felt weak and exhausted despite sleeping for hours. I moved my arm, an IV was dripping a clear liquid into my veins. My body ached, scars covered where Maribelle had grabbed me. I rotated my hips and nearly howled in pain. I lie still in her arms, just wanting a drink of water. I whined as I tried to move again, “Sssh,” Maribelle nuzzled against me, “No whining, Champ.” “I feel like shit, Maribelle,” I told her, pressing myself closer to her. “Its ‘Fluffy,’ remember, Champ? Can I get you anything?” “Water,” I cried. She obediently let me go and got up to fetch me a glass, “Did you suck me completely dry, Fluffy?” “M-maybe. I didn’t mean to. Wendy got a lot of great footage for the movie!” I stared at the IV, “The doctor said you were dehydrated and they hooked you up with that. They wanted to take you to the hospital but... I got really aggressive and protective. They should be back to check on you soon,” I nodded. Maribelle took my head and rested it on her lap, “Aaah~” She brought the bottle of water to my lips. I obediently opened my mouth as she gently poured some water in. She caressed my face and scalp as she chuckled, “You should rest today.” I downed the entire bottle and looked up at her. She was beaming at me, smiling happily as she rubbed my shoulders, “Now what?” I moaned painfully. “Well, husband. We do whatever we want. How about a vacation-- no! A honeymoon! Perhaps a more traditional human wedding! Then another honeymoon! Oh, I’m so excited!” She grinned at me, “Maybe we could... Have a child?” I looked at her pleading, crimson eyes, “Yeah, of course,” I smiled weakly as she gave me an excited smile. “I would hop on you right now if you were not hooked up to that IV... Get better soon, okay?” She shook me gently, reaching for her book as she rubbed my shoulders with two hands and stroked my hair with another two. She quietly hummed a tune from a musical we were in together over a year ago. I closed my eyes and let the sound of her voice wash over me. I curled up against Maribelle and rested my head on her neck fluff. She kissed my forehead as I started to doze off again, “Sleep well, Champ.”
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