“My little gurl, all growed up!” My mom crushes me in a massive hug. She’s an orc woman, seven feet of pure muscle towering over me with green skin, tusks, huge tits, and an even bigger heart. She releases me and frowns. “You don’ have do this, Alex.”
“I know,” I say. “This is what I want.”
“Our oldest, a Tamer!” my father says with one of my siblings in each arm. He’s five foot four, a bit soft around the edges, but a sweet man and straight as an arrow. “If you have exotic tastes, you could stay here as a Breeder. A new monster in your bed every night.” He looked at his wife with affection and lust.
“Dad, we’ve only got Wargs, Minotaurs, Rams, Cocks, and Orcs to choose from. No offense, Mom.”
“None tak’n, dearie.”
“We know there are so many monsters out there! So many ways they can help humanity! I want to make a difference.”
That, and fuck some monster girls. I’ll find plenty of those in the Wilds. I’m into human girls, too, but it’s frowned upon as a ‘wasteful’ use of sexual stamina in modern society.
At least being a Tamer is celebrated for bringing in new blood; if looked at askance for the dangers it puts one in. I’m lucky I’m allowed to choose. We’re taught in school about several periods in recent history where men and women were Drafted as Breeders with no say in their body’s reproduction to ensure the propagation of the species. The fact the mayor allows young adults to become Tamers is proof alone of the town’s prosperity.
“Don’t worry too much,” I tell my parents as I don my backpack. “Most likely, I’ll get impregnated by some random monster and be back within a week.” That wouldn’t be so bad if something interesting found me. “Even if I’m captured, I won’t be driven mad with lust like some ancient human. I’m sure I’ll escape eventually.” If anything, a few weeks of constant mind-melting sex would be like a vacation. It’s fine as long as I don’t lose myself.
“We know the risks,” Dad says. “We know the Association teaches students what to do in case of capture. But we’ll worry every day you’re away, regardless.” Mom and Dad hug me again and kiss my head. Even my younger siblings stop squabbling to embrace me. “And we’ll always be proud of you.”
I break away, and run for the door, shouting, “Love you! See you later!” before they see the tears in my eyes.
Outside, I take a deep breath and wipe my face. I start forward with a heavy sigh and a smile. Reaching into a pocket, I withdraw my Tamer license.
It’s kind of a relic of the past. It used to mean a lot more before Eastin fell, and the Association spanned more than a single town. In those days, it could identify my status going between human settlements. They even had Tamer grades from ‘F’ to ‘S’ with commensurate salaries and hotel suites.
Sure wish I’d been born in that era. Well, considering this town is probably the last human-run village, being a Tamer in those times didn’t end well.
I look around the modest town one last time before I leave.
Wargs and Doggins patrol the streets and guard the walls. Okay, it’s more of a fence with a platform for archers. Doggins are single-headed with mostly human features. They can grow to adulthood before evolving, so it’s not uncommon to see them in officer uniform or walking alongside their husband or wife.
Minotaurs and Rams are both evolutions of a common root, Bovines. I don’t know what catalyst separates Taurines from Lambies, but they seem to get along. They typically do the manual labor on the farms growing crops. Together, these subspecies are the backbone of society for the essential goods they produce.
Henlin eggs are extremely nutritious; one of the villages’ staple foods. There are several hen houses throughout the town where they go to lay, sitting and chatting together while they brood. Eggs laid at home are off-limits, of course, as they could hatch into children. Henlins have to rigorously document their cycles and sexual encounters to ensure no mistakes are made.
Ewes, Taurines, and Henlins are well respected. Human males throw themselves at these monsters to be selected as the matron’s sugar babies.
Goblins and Orcs are on the low end of social status in peace times. They’re essential during Incursions, however. Then they become the most bred species due to their high evolutionary potential.
As the most sexually desired species, humans have a mixed reputation within their own town. Each species gets a tailored education to learn what’s expected of them. For humans, it’s either Breed or Tame, and Taming fell out of favor long ago.
We used to run the world as great builders and shapers. Now we’re reduced to our sexual abilities.
The buildings I pass were once storefronts and ‘malls’ where humans exchanged goods and services. The rubble paths were once unbroken roads where self-propelled carts called ‘cars’ drove between towns. They had incredible ancient technology like the Association’s ‘projector,’ ‘record players’ that produced music, and even flying machines.
I’ve often dreamed of flying.
Unfortunately, it’s not something a human will ever do again except in the claws of a predator.
“Alex! Wait up!”
I stop and turn upon hearing a familiar voice.
Julia and Jenny run towards me and stop a few feet away. They both have brown hair and green eyes with cute oval faces. Honestly, I’m a little surprised anyone came to see me off. Nobody feels like celebrating when another Tamer offers themselves to the Wilds, never to be seen again.
Julia marches forward and slaps a glass vial into my hand. She scowls, looking into the middle distance as she speaks. “It’s messed up. Everyone in class should be giving you one of these. It’s like they want you to fail.”
Jennifer (Jenny) Chartreuse hands me another glass vial, then steps back to kick a pebble with her shoe. “Stay safe, Alex.”
I know exactly what these are. We learned about Lures in class. When a monster you don’t want to trail you catches your scent, you throw this in their path. The brittle glass breaks on impact to release the pussy juices inside.
Male monsters can’t resist the smell of a woman’s arousal. They’ll spend minutes sniffing around to catch another whiff of the source while I escape. I obviously can’t use my own juices, as it’d lead the monsters to me while heightening their libido.
Semen lures are equally effective on monster girls, but I guess none of the guys cared enough to get me some fresh samples. Julia and Jenny must have thought of this last night and masturbated for my sake.
I can’t help myself.
“You guys!” Tears flow freely as I throw my arms around Julia and Jenny. My impulses get the better of me, and I press my lips to Julia’s. She’s been my crush and a childhood friend for years. Today is my last chance to confess!
My heart skips a beat as she returns the kiss for a moment before pushing me away. “Alex! Not in public; I’m a Breeder now. Don’t want the monsters thinking I’m gay.”
Does that mean she’d fuck me in private?!?
Jenny is a little bolder. She leans in to kiss my cheek and whispers in my ear, “Anything goes in a three-way…” She glances at Julia. “Or a four-way. Bring back a monster cock for us to share, and I’ll eat your pussy.”
I smile with drunken glee and touch my cheek with reverence. My first girl kiss!
Julia hears Jenny and blushes fiercely. She turns on her heels, facing away from me. “Anyway! Good luck, Alex. Don’t get eaten by a God Beast!” Then she runs into town.
Jenny watches Julia go and says to me, “She’s definitely up for that foursome if you can pull it off. And I always keep my promises. Later.”
We part ways. I stare at their butts backs, and neither of them looks over their shoulder.
Smiling from ear to ear, I tuck my treasures into my pockets and approach the town gates. The Orc and Warg guards whisper to each other even as I present my Tamer license. Some are probably betting on when/if I’ll return pregnant with what monster’s spawn. They reluctantly open the doors for me.
I slap my cheeks with both hands to clear my head and stride onto the Human Plains. Don’t worry, Julia, there’s no way I’m letting myself become monster chow! Not when I have two cute girls waiting for me!
“My little gurl, all growed up!” My mom crushes me in a massive hug. She’s an orc woman, seven feet of pure muscle towering over me with green skin, tusks, huge tits, and an even bigger heart. She releases me and frowns. “You don’ have do this, Alex.”
“I know,” I say. “This is what I want.”
“Our oldest, a Tamer!” my father says with one of my siblings in each arm. He’s five foot four, a bit soft around the edges, but a sweet man and straight as an arrow. “If you have exotic tastes, you could stay here as a Breeder. A new monster in your bed every night.” He looked at his wife with affection and lust.
“Dad, we’ve only got Wargs, Minotaurs, Rams, Cocks, and Orcs to choose from. No offense, Mom.”
“None tak’n, dearie.”
“We know there are so many monsters out there! So many ways they can help humanity! I want to make a difference.”
That, and fuck some monster girls. I’ll find plenty of those in the Wilds. I’m into human girls, too, but it’s frowned upon as a ‘wasteful’ use of sexual stamina in modern society.
At least being a Tamer is celebrated for bringing in new blood; if looked at askance for the dangers it puts one in. I’m lucky I’m allowed to choose. We’re taught in school about several periods in recent history where men and women were Drafted as Breeders with no say in their body’s reproduction to ensure the propagation of the species. The fact the mayor allows young adults to become Tamers is proof alone of the town’s prosperity.
“Don’t worry too much,” I tell my parents as I don my backpack. “Most likely, I’ll get impregnated by some random monster and be back within a week.” That wouldn’t be so bad if something interesting found me. “Even if I’m captured, I won’t be driven mad with lust like some ancient human. I’m sure I’ll escape eventually.” If anything, a few weeks of constant mind-melting sex would be like a vacation. It’s fine as long as I don’t lose myself.
“We know the risks,” Dad says. “We know the Association teaches students what to do in case of capture. But we’ll worry every day you’re away, regardless.” Mom and Dad hug me again and kiss my head. Even my younger siblings stop squabbling to embrace me. “And we’ll always be proud of you.”
I break away, and run for the door, shouting, “Love you! See you later!” before they see the tears in my eyes.
Outside, I take a deep breath and wipe my face. I start forward with a heavy sigh and a smile. Reaching into a pocket, I withdraw my Tamer license.
It’s kind of a relic of the past. It used to mean a lot more before Eastin fell, and the Association spanned more than a single town. In those days, it could identify my status going between human settlements. They even had Tamer grades from ‘F’ to ‘S’ with commensurate salaries and hotel suites.
Sure wish I’d been born in that era. Well, considering this town is probably the last human-run village, being a Tamer in those times didn’t end well.
I look around the modest town one last time before I leave.
Wargs and Doggins patrol the streets and guard the walls. Okay, it’s more of a fence with a platform for archers. Doggins are single-headed with mostly human features. They can grow to adulthood before evolving, so it’s not uncommon to see them in officer uniform or walking alongside their husband or wife.
Minotaurs and Rams are both evolutions of a common root, Bovines. I don’t know what catalyst separates Taurines from Lambies, but they seem to get along. They typically do the manual labor on the farms growing crops. Together, these subspecies are the backbone of society for the essential goods they produce.
Henlin eggs are extremely nutritious; one of the villages’ staple foods. There are several hen houses throughout the town where they go to lay, sitting and chatting together while they brood. Eggs laid at home are off-limits, of course, as they could hatch into children. Henlins have to rigorously document their cycles and sexual encounters to ensure no mistakes are made.
Ewes, Taurines, and Henlins are well respected. Human males throw themselves at these monsters to be selected as the matron’s sugar babies.
Goblins and Orcs are on the low end of social status in peace times. They’re essential during Incursions, however. Then they become the most bred species due to their high evolutionary potential.
As the most sexually desired species, humans have a mixed reputation within their own town. Each species gets a tailored education to learn what’s expected of them. For humans, it’s either Breed or Tame, and Taming fell out of favor long ago.
We used to run the world as great builders and shapers. Now we’re reduced to our sexual abilities.
The buildings I pass were once storefronts and ‘malls’ where humans exchanged goods and services. The rubble paths were once unbroken roads where self-propelled carts called ‘cars’ drove between towns. They had incredible ancient technology like the Association’s ‘projector,’ ‘record players’ that produced music, and even flying machines.
I’ve often dreamed of flying.
Unfortunately, it’s not something a human will ever do again except in the claws of a predator.
“Alex! Wait up!”
I stop and turn upon hearing a familiar voice.
Julia and Jenny run towards me and stop a few feet away. They both have brown hair and green eyes with cute oval faces. Honestly, I’m a little surprised anyone came to see me off. Nobody feels like celebrating when another Tamer offers themselves to the Wilds, never to be seen again.
Julia marches forward and slaps a glass vial into my hand. She scowls, looking into the middle distance as she speaks. “It’s messed up. Everyone in class should be giving you one of these. It’s like they want you to fail.”
Jennifer (Jenny) Chartreuse hands me another glass vial, then steps back to kick a pebble with her shoe. “Stay safe, Alex.”
I know exactly what these are. We learned about Lures in class. When a monster you don’t want to trail you catches your scent, you throw this in their path. The brittle glass breaks on impact to release the pussy juices inside.
Male monsters can’t resist the smell of a woman’s arousal. They’ll spend minutes sniffing around to catch another whiff of the source while I escape. I obviously can’t use my own juices, as it’d lead the monsters to me while heightening their libido.
Semen lures are equally effective on monster girls, but I guess none of the guys cared enough to get me some fresh samples. Julia and Jenny must have thought of this last night and masturbated for my sake.
I can’t help myself.
“You guys!” Tears flow freely as I throw my arms around Julia and Jenny. My impulses get the better of me, and I press my lips to Julia’s. She’s been my crush and a childhood friend for years. Today is my last chance to confess!
My heart skips a beat as she returns the kiss for a moment before pushing me away. “Alex! Not in public; I’m a Breeder now. Don’t want the monsters thinking I’m gay.”
Does that mean she’d fuck me in private?!?
Jenny is a little bolder. She leans in to kiss my cheek and whispers in my ear, “Anything goes in a three-way…” She glances at Julia. “Or a four-way. Bring back a monster cock for us to share, and I’ll eat your pussy.”
I smile with drunken glee and touch my cheek with reverence. My first girl kiss!
Julia hears Jenny and blushes fiercely. She turns on her heels, facing away from me. “Anyway! Good luck, Alex. Don’t get eaten by a God Beast!” Then she runs into town.
Jenny watches Julia go and says to me, “She’s definitely up for that foursome if you can pull it off. And I always keep my promises. Later.”
We part ways. I stare at their butts backs, and neither of them looks over their shoulder.
Smiling from ear to ear, I tuck my treasures into my pockets and approach the town gates. The Orc and Warg guards whisper to each other even as I present my Tamer license. Some are probably betting on when/if I’ll return pregnant with what monster’s spawn. They reluctantly open the doors for me.
I slap my cheeks with both hands to clear my head and stride onto the Human Plains. Don’t worry, Julia, there’s no way I’m letting myself become monster chow! Not when I have two cute girls waiting for me!
