Oral
[collapse]It’s not the whistle of a giant bird swooping down on unsuspecting prey.
It’s the fluting, warbling whistle of a musician in distress. Probably some weird monster.
I, being of sound mind and body, head straight towards the sound.
*Whistle!!!*
“Calm down, I’m coming,” I say, half to myself.
*Whistle???*
I blink. Something in the intonation is discernable to me, shifting from ‘Help!’ to ‘Is someone there?’
I continue forward as I search for the sound’s source. “Yes, I’m here.”
*Whistle!* *Whistle!*
“I said calm down, already.”
After stumbling around the plains for another minute, I find the whistler. At least, I think this is it? There’s something black and glossy like obsidian partially pinned under a rock. My finger pokes the thing on its own, I can’t be held responsible. The dark matter is fleshy and warm.
*Whistle!?!*
“It was an accident! Hold on,” I say as I brace myself against the rock. I push with my legs and back, using leverage to tilt the small boulder away from the monster. “Can you get free?”
*Whistle!* *Whistle!* *Whistle!!!*
The little thing wriggles, tugs, and springs free from its prison.
It flies through levitation, zipping around in celebration. It’s about eighteen inches long and several inches wide. However, when it stops to inspect me, that length compresses into a sphere before expanding into several abstract-shaped arms.
“What’s your name?” I ask, unable to identify the strange monster.
*Whistle…*
“Hmm.” Its new shape looks sort of like a symbol. It almost reminds me of a question mark. “I’ll call you, ‘Ero-teme.’”
The creature flows forward to nuzzle its warm flesh against my cheek excitedly.
*Whistle!*
“You’re welcome.”
*Whistle?*
“I’m looking for monsters to bring back to my village.”
*Whistle?*
“Oh, we’re always looking for new species to support humanity.”
*Whistle???*
“Hmm, I guess humans used to fight monsters a long time ago, but now we’re trying to live together.”
*~Whistle~?*
“Oh! You want to thank me for saving you? I don’t know what you can do or anything, but I’m sure the elders can figure it out after I have your child.”
I guess I’m assuming this monster has a dick. I mean, if it doesn’t have tits, that’s a pretty safe assumption in this world! I’ve heard some monsters even have both!
*Whistle!?!*
“Alright, that was a little presumptuous of me.” I’m aware of my place in the food chain. Heck, this thing may be a God Beast for all I know! I giggle at the thought of a God Beast getting trapped under a rock. “I’ll accept whatever goodwill I can get. Feel free to have your way with me, though.”
*Whistle…* *Whistle!*
Ero-teme transforms into a black facemask with a nose hole and falls into my hands. I turn the object in my hands without seeing any distinguishing markings on either side. Shrugging, I don the mask. If my Tamer training taught me anything, it’s to embrace new experiences.
The mask comes alive, wrapping itself around my head as Ero-teme forces my lips open with a protrusion. I’ve practiced servicing dildoes in class and thoroughly mastered my gag reflex, but this is my first time giving a genuine blowjob. Thankfully, Ero-teme doesn’t comment on my lack of skill and uses my oral orifice like an onahole.
My vision goes dark. My head is encased in foreign flesh. Only my nose is exposed to catch occasional gasps of air as my throat is ravaged. Ero-teme fucks my mouth, extending its length all the way to my stomach on every other thrust. I get dizzy from lack of air as the speed increases, becoming more frantic until the flesh around me quivers.
*Whistle!!!*
Hot liquid spurts directly into my belly. I feel Ero-teme convulsing in my mouth and throat as it cums hard inside me until my tummy sloshes with each movement. My gulping esophagus further massages Ero-teme’s length, milking every last drop.
We stay like that for a while, connected through an embrace of flesh. Then Ero-teme withdraws from my throat and peels the mask from my face. I gasp and cough as I fill my lungs with fresh air. Ero-teme forms a ball and affectionately rubs against my cheek.
*~Whistle~!*
Ero-teme soars into the sky while warbling a farewell.
I blink.
“Hey, wait, you forgot my pussy!” I call, but Ero-teme is a speck in the distance. “You’re supposed to get me pregnant! Come back!”
Listening closely, I imagine I hear a final distant whistle on the wind.
“Fuck.”
Back to square one. Met a totally unique monster I’ve never even heard of, and I’ve got nothing to show for it! Nobody will believe me, not that I’d spread it around I failed to seal the deal by getting with child…
A warm tingle starts in my mouth like a weird aftertaste. It spreads to my throat and stomach, which starts cramping. From the Association’s extremely thorough sex education program, I know this isn’t normal. I double over in pain. The skin of my tummy is on fire!
I tear off my shirt and drop my pants to see what’s going on. Before my eyes, black lines trace across the pale expanse of my belly. Black tattoos form beneath my navel.
There’s a large circle-within-a-circle chambered with empty slots along the circumference. Rune-like markings appear that tickle my hindbrain. In the center, I see the outline of my ovaries and uterus.
The pain and cramping finally subside. I relax, as it seems I’m not dying from poison, but became the subject of some weird magic.
“Maybe I am pregnant?” I can’t rule it out entirely; Ero-teme’s semen definitely did something to me. As long as a monster doesn’t burst out of my chest in a gory spectacle, I’m sure it’s fine…
“It sort of looks like a clock…” Maybe it’s a timer? Whatever is going on, I should return to town. Someone has to know what this is. Even if not, I should wait a month to see if the tattoo clock is counting down to something.
I’m a little disappointed at having to go back to the village without finding any monster girls, but at least I’m not returning empty-handed. I have this tattoo as proof! If I am pregnant, there’s always next time in nine months. It’s not like I’m getting married and settling down.
Town Nurseries are very understanding of women who want to pursue a carrier instead of raising their children. The Human Plains are so underpopulated in terms of both humans and human-friendly monsters there’s a cash reward for giving birth!
Plenty of bimbos in the village make their living on their backs. They live as breeding mares for the monsters year after year without having to raise their children, getting paid to serve as stress relief for other monsters while pregnant. Pregnant sex is a major kink for monsters in our town!
Not that I disdain Julia and Jenny’s chosen profession… Repopulating humanity is serious business!
As I scan the sky to orient myself for a return journey to town, I see the bird again. It’s too distant and backlit to determine what it is exactly. I put my hands on my hips and shout at it, “Hey! You scared me last time! Cut it out!”
The bird flies away, and I mime dusting my hands to show I’ve resolved the situation. I’m glad I got that out of my system because shouting in the Wilds is a surefire way to reveal one’s presence. The stress got to me, okay?
I hear a growl to my left.
Fuck, how is my luck this bad?
Oral
[collapse]It’s not the whistle of a giant bird swooping down on unsuspecting prey.
It’s the fluting, warbling whistle of a musician in distress. Probably some weird monster.
I, being of sound mind and body, head straight towards the sound.
*Whistle!!!*
“Calm down, I’m coming,” I say, half to myself.
*Whistle???*
I blink. Something in the intonation is discernable to me, shifting from ‘Help!’ to ‘Is someone there?’
I continue forward as I search for the sound’s source. “Yes, I’m here.”
*Whistle!* *Whistle!*
“I said calm down, already.”
After stumbling around the plains for another minute, I find the whistler. At least, I think this is it? There’s something black and glossy like obsidian partially pinned under a rock. My finger pokes the thing on its own, I can’t be held responsible. The dark matter is fleshy and warm.
*Whistle!?!*
“It was an accident! Hold on,” I say as I brace myself against the rock. I push with my legs and back, using leverage to tilt the small boulder away from the monster. “Can you get free?”
*Whistle!* *Whistle!* *Whistle!!!*
The little thing wriggles, tugs, and springs free from its prison.
It flies through levitation, zipping around in celebration. It’s about eighteen inches long and several inches wide. However, when it stops to inspect me, that length compresses into a sphere before expanding into several abstract-shaped arms.
“What’s your name?” I ask, unable to identify the strange monster.
*Whistle…*
“Hmm.” Its new shape looks sort of like a symbol. It almost reminds me of a question mark. “I’ll call you, ‘Ero-teme.’”
The creature flows forward to nuzzle its warm flesh against my cheek excitedly.
*Whistle!*
“You’re welcome.”
*Whistle?*
“I’m looking for monsters to bring back to my village.”
*Whistle?*
“Oh, we’re always looking for new species to support humanity.”
*Whistle???*
“Hmm, I guess humans used to fight monsters a long time ago, but now we’re trying to live together.”
*~Whistle~?*
“Oh! You want to thank me for saving you? I don’t know what you can do or anything, but I’m sure the elders can figure it out after I have your child.”
I guess I’m assuming this monster has a dick. I mean, if it doesn’t have tits, that’s a pretty safe assumption in this world! I’ve heard some monsters even have both!
*Whistle!?!*
“Alright, that was a little presumptuous of me.” I’m aware of my place in the food chain. Heck, this thing may be a God Beast for all I know! I giggle at the thought of a God Beast getting trapped under a rock. “I’ll accept whatever goodwill I can get. Feel free to have your way with me, though.”
*Whistle…* *Whistle!*
Ero-teme transforms into a black facemask with a nose hole and falls into my hands. I turn the object in my hands without seeing any distinguishing markings on either side. Shrugging, I don the mask. If my Tamer training taught me anything, it’s to embrace new experiences.
The mask comes alive, wrapping itself around my head as Ero-teme forces my lips open with a protrusion. I’ve practiced servicing dildoes in class and thoroughly mastered my gag reflex, but this is my first time giving a genuine blowjob. Thankfully, Ero-teme doesn’t comment on my lack of skill and uses my oral orifice like an onahole.
My vision goes dark. My head is encased in foreign flesh. Only my nose is exposed to catch occasional gasps of air as my throat is ravaged. Ero-teme fucks my mouth, extending its length all the way to my stomach on every other thrust. I get dizzy from lack of air as the speed increases, becoming more frantic until the flesh around me quivers.
*Whistle!!!*
Hot liquid spurts directly into my belly. I feel Ero-teme convulsing in my mouth and throat as it cums hard inside me until my tummy sloshes with each movement. My gulping esophagus further massages Ero-teme’s length, milking every last drop.
We stay like that for a while, connected through an embrace of flesh. Then Ero-teme withdraws from my throat and peels the mask from my face. I gasp and cough as I fill my lungs with fresh air. Ero-teme forms a ball and affectionately rubs against my cheek.
*~Whistle~!*
Ero-teme soars into the sky while warbling a farewell.
I blink.
“Hey, wait, you forgot my pussy!” I call, but Ero-teme is a speck in the distance. “You’re supposed to get me pregnant! Come back!”
Listening closely, I imagine I hear a final distant whistle on the wind.
“Fuck.”
Back to square one. Met a totally unique monster I’ve never even heard of, and I’ve got nothing to show for it! Nobody will believe me, not that I’d spread it around I failed to seal the deal by getting with child…
A warm tingle starts in my mouth like a weird aftertaste. It spreads to my throat and stomach, which starts cramping. From the Association’s extremely thorough sex education program, I know this isn’t normal. I double over in pain. The skin of my tummy is on fire!
I tear off my shirt and drop my pants to see what’s going on. Before my eyes, black lines trace across the pale expanse of my belly. Black tattoos form beneath my navel.
There’s a large circle-within-a-circle chambered with empty slots along the circumference. Rune-like markings appear that tickle my hindbrain. In the center, I see the outline of my ovaries and uterus.
The pain and cramping finally subside. I relax, as it seems I’m not dying from poison, but became the subject of some weird magic.
“Maybe I am pregnant?” I can’t rule it out entirely; Ero-teme’s semen definitely did something to me. As long as a monster doesn’t burst out of my chest in a gory spectacle, I’m sure it’s fine…
“It sort of looks like a clock…” Maybe it’s a timer? Whatever is going on, I should return to town. Someone has to know what this is. Even if not, I should wait a month to see if the tattoo clock is counting down to something.
I’m a little disappointed at having to go back to the village without finding any monster girls, but at least I’m not returning empty-handed. I have this tattoo as proof! If I am pregnant, there’s always next time in nine months. It’s not like I’m getting married and settling down.
Town Nurseries are very understanding of women who want to pursue a carrier instead of raising their children. The Human Plains are so underpopulated in terms of both humans and human-friendly monsters there’s a cash reward for giving birth!
Plenty of bimbos in the village make their living on their backs. They live as breeding mares for the monsters year after year without having to raise their children, getting paid to serve as stress relief for other monsters while pregnant. Pregnant sex is a major kink for monsters in our town!
Not that I disdain Julia and Jenny’s chosen profession… Repopulating humanity is serious business!
As I scan the sky to orient myself for a return journey to town, I see the bird again. It’s too distant and backlit to determine what it is exactly. I put my hands on my hips and shout at it, “Hey! You scared me last time! Cut it out!”
The bird flies away, and I mime dusting my hands to show I’ve resolved the situation. I’m glad I got that out of my system because shouting in the Wilds is a surefire way to reveal one’s presence. The stress got to me, okay?
I hear a growl to my left.
Fuck, how is my luck this bad?
