Hi there, my name is Mien! I'm in my twenties, into the monstrous and the spooky, and a very quiet, private person. That's about it, I'm pretty boring I guess! Use any pronouns for me, I don't mind.
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One minute you're eating overly salty fries at a cheap restaurant with your friends and the next, you're being abducted from the parking lot as you walk to your car. You don't have a chance to put up a fight as you get knocked out cold. You wake up in a cave, freezing your tits off.
Shadows dance on the walls as a fire crackles at the center of the cave. Just as you're thinking of leaving, a figure enters. As they step closer to the light of the fire they're revealed to be a grey-skinned creature that looks vaguely humanoid and certainly won't win any beauty contests.
He's a male, a fact you realize when you see the bulge in his ragged loincloth, which is the only piece of clothing he's wearing. His black hair falls down his back in a tangled braid that has been decorated with bones. Heavy brows and small, brooding eyes. Tusks like those of a boar jut out of his thick-lipped mouth. He's holding a spiked club that's more than half your size. He sets it down and shuffles around the cave, adding more wood to the fire. You can't help the frightened sound you make at the sight of him and his head jerks up.
His eyes light up when he sees you're awake and to your horror, he comes lumbering right towards you. You gasp at how big he is and how surreal the whole situation is. You only remember to cry out when he's almost on top of you. He scoops you up into his huge arms, talking in a raspy language you don't know. He sets you in a bed made of furs, clumsily patting your shoulder, urging you to lie back. There's something almost frantic about his actions. The weight of his hand pushes you down with a thump.
"W-who are you? Is this a dream? What the hell is going on?" You demand, shivering despite the clothes you're wearing.
Another torrent of unfamiliar words. He holds you down with one hand on your shoulder and tugs his loincloth off. For a moment you're stunned into silence at the sight of his grey cock standing proudly to attention, veiny with a hellishly thick shaft. Then you scream and snap your legs shut. He startles at the sound and stares at you in alarm. He asks you a question, but you don't understand him.
"You can't just whip that out, mister!" You yell. "Ask a girl first! Wait, what am I even saying?"
You scramble away from him. "You're not even supposed to exist. What are you?"
He pats his chest and says something. It sounds like he's trying to introduce himself.
"I don't care what your name is. I'm more concerned about the fact that I've been abducted and a monster is showing me his huge cock!"
He tilts his head and watches as you clamber out of his love nest. The moment you're on your feet he stands as well. Of course, you try to run. He doesn't look like he can be fast, but he bounds after you and hooks an arm around your stomach just as you reach the mouth of the cave, lifting you clear off your feet. A good thing too, because there's a sheer drop and you almost ran to your death. The view from the mouth of the cave reveals a strange landscape of craggy spikes and slithering grey valleys. This doesn't look like any place on Earth. Have you been abducted from the whole ass planet? You slump in his arms.
"Mate," he says.
"You know English? Please let me go–also, I'm not mating with you! Put me down!" You elbow him in the stomach.
He sets you on your feet and drags you along with a huge hand clamped on your arm, leading you to a miniature replica of his bed. This one has large rocks forming a small wall around it. He points at the setup.
"Want baby," he says. "So must mate."
You stare at the makeshift crib then shift your gaze back to him. He eases up the pressure on your arm but continues to watch you. His expression drops. Wait, are those tears in his eyes?
"Please, want baby," he croaks, shifting his weight on his broad, flat feet.
You groan. "Why? Why me?"
He grunts. "Portal open. I see you with good parts for making baby."
You almost laugh at that. Now that his cock is no longer pointed in your direction you're not so afraid of him. He's weird but it's clear he doesn't intend to hurt you, at least.
"I'm not a machine. You can't just pop the goods in and wait for it to bake. I'm a person, a human. I have feelings and needs and I definitely don't need a giant man trying to fuck a giant baby into me."
"No good?" He questions.
"No good," you reply firmly.
He looks so disappointed as he walks over to a roughly hewn table and sits down that you feel bad, for some bizarre reason. He sits there and fiddles with his fingers.
"Lesh will take you back."
"Who's Lesh?" You ask.
He pats his chest. "Me. With full moon, portal opens and Lesh will take you back."
"I have to wait till the next full moon?" You squeak.
He nods. There's no way this is happening. You go back to the fur bed and crawl onto it and begin to cry.
"I don't want to be here!" You wail. "I want to go back to Earth!"
Lesh comes over and crouches down, patting your hair and saying words in a soothing tone that actually work to calm you down. You open your eyes to thank him and find him stroking his cock right in front of you like it's the most normal thing to do.
"Dude," you frown, tears rapidly drying up.
He pauses, his fingers flexing around his shaft. He looks confused.
"No good?" He says cautiously.
You shake your head with a small smile. "No good."
You're so engrossed in getting the goopy stuff on your face that you don't hear your roommate coming in until she shrieks. You jump and lose your grip on the jar and it tumbles to the floor and spills. The last of the magical cream is now on the bathroom floor with the dust bunnies.
"What the hell are you doing?" She gasps.
You stare guiltily at her. "I... I just wanted to look like you. I was only going to take a little, I swear!"
Your roommate stares at the jar of cream and then up at you.
"Oh no," she whispers. "You have no idea what you've done."
You glance at your impromptu facemask in the mirror. You can already tell it's doing something. Your face tingles a little.
"Wash it off quickly before it soaks in!" She says, stepping into the bathroom.
"Huh?" You squeak, startled as she grabs a washcloth, wets it, and starts to scrub at your face. "But you always look so good when you use it. You practically glow."
"Because it's a pheromone cream, silly," she laughs. "Oh my god, I had no idea you'd try it."
"Shit. Um, what does it do?"
"It'll draw anything with a good enough nose right to you," she replies, standing back to study your face. "I use it when I need to attract a partner for the full moon. I'm a werewolf, remember?"
"Oh, right."
"That's it? You should be crying."
"I'm a human so it probably doesn't work on me," you shrug. "Look, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have used your stuff without permission."
"It's okay. Just be careful when you go out, okay?" She says.
You listen to her warning but you don't take it that seriously. Because you're a human, stuff made for monsters usually doesn't work on you. Not that you're trying all sorts of products. Using your roommate's cream was a lapse in judgment.
You decide to leave the apartment to get some food and when you get into the elevator the pack of werewolves from the floor below join you, playfully shoving each other and chatting. As soon as the doors close and lock the air in, they all snap their heads around to stare at you with wide eyes. The Alpha sniffs the air.
"You smell even more delicious than usual," he rumbles, and you gulp.
You're so close... You bite your lip to stifle a moan so that you don't wake up your werewolf mate. Thank goodness he's lying on his side of the bed for once, leaving you free to desperately try to get yourself off. It's not always easy, and today is one of those days. It's not fair that he can give you so much and yet sometimes you can never relax enough for it to get you to climax. You shiver as you stroke your clit just right.
"You didn't cum, did you?"
The sleepy, gritty voice of your mate startles you more than you'd like, and your panties snap embarrassingly loud against your hips when you jerk your hand out of them.
"It's not like that," you say hastily.
"I can smell your frustration." He rolls over to face you and his soft eyes glint in the dark. "You can talk to me."
You curse as tears prickle in your eyes. "It's stupid," you mumble. "It's just hard for me to cum sometimes. It has nothing to do with you."
He reaches out and carefully strokes his claws over your arm. "You should continue."
"W-Wait, you're not upset?"
"Why would I be?" He nuzzles your neck, dragging his teeth over your delicate skin.
"Because I fake it sometimes," you say glumly, your voice growing wobbly as you speak. "Many of my previous partners were bothered by it but I could never bring myself to talk about it from the jump. It's always so awkward to talk about. How do I even admit to something like that?"
"Shhh, it's okay." He tugs you into a hug and you gratefully snuggle close to his warm body. "Do you want to show me how you touch yourself?"
"I still might not be able to cum," you tell him sheepishly.
"That's fine." He takes your hand and puts it between your legs, guiding your fingers to give your clit a soft rub. "Continue."
You do, circling your clit with the tips of your fingers until you begin to ache, your pussy almost pulsing in desperation for more. Only then do you slip two fingers in. Your mate's cum drips over your fingers as you shove it back in. He purrs at that, capturing your nipple in his fingers, carefully not to poke you as he plays with the sensitive bud. A soft, encouraging moan slips out of you. Two fingers are enough. You press them as deep as you can, finding a rhythm that pushes you closer to the edge.
There.
You cry out in stunned pleasure as your orgasm rips through you, burying your face in your mate's fur as you ride it. He strokes your back and purrs contentedly, soothing you as you come down from the high.
"God... I didn't think that would work," your voice is shaky, still stunned from the rare pleasure you just experienced.
"I'm glad." Your mate grabs your hand and lifts it to his mouth so he can lick your fingers clean with his long, pink tongue. "Don't think I'm not going to try everything I can, sweetheart, to get you to make those sounds for me."
You're heading to the beach, and there's a giant sea naga sunbathing right in the middle of the road just five minutes away from your glorious goal.
"Dude! Get off the road! Your best friend yells, tooting the car horn.
"I don't know, he kind of looks stuck, like he's too far away from the water. Maybe he's dehydrated?" You suggest.
She scoffs. "That's a giant snake man. Surely he's got enough brain cells to know not to beach himself."
"I'll go see if I can get him off the road," you say, grabbing your bottle of water and getting out despite your friend's protests.
You approach carefully from the front, so as not to startle him. You've heard too many stories about people getting accidentally strangled by frightened nagas.
"Hi there," you say softly.
The sea naga's eyes open and he peers up at you. Gosh, his eyes are pretty, like stained teal blue glass.
"Do you want some water?"
He blinks his double-lidded eyes. "Thank you," he rumbles and drains the entire bottle of water in a few gulps.
You don't ask him what he's doing up here, since you can already see he does look sort of dried out. "My friend and I are heading to the beach. We can give you a ride."
"Please." His eyes shine with hope. "Several people passed already, but none wished to offer assistance. I am grateful."
"Don't mention it!" You pop open the tailgate of your friend's pickup, ignoring the faces she's pulling as she watches you from the driver's seat. The sea naga pulls himself up with some effort, and you help make sure none of his fins are in the way before you close the tailgate.
"Ugh, why I don't just swap cars with you? You always find some kind of creature to put back there," Your friend complains shaking her head with a rueful smile.
You only grin back. Once on the beach, the sea naga thanks you once last time before disappearing into the waves. You can't help but feel a little empty, seeing as there's nothing to do but tan, eat snacks, and read a book. You end up falling asleep on your towel, waking up sometime later to cool water dripping on your heated skin. It's him, fresh out of the sea, leaning over you with his brows furrowed in concern.
"Your skin can only handle so much sun," he says, holding your sunscreen out to you.
"Thanks! Do you live around here?"
"I have a den close by." He unfurls his claws to hold out a glossy pearl. "Here is a gift, to thank you again."
You accept the beautiful little treasure, giddy with happiness. Once he has left again your friend raises an eyebrow.
"I'm surprised you don't know what gift giving mean in his culture," she says.
"Wait, is it something bad? Did I offend him somehow?" You groan, wishing you had internet access to look it up.
You're ready to scream with frustration as the troll lumbers out from under the bridge and posts himself in front of it. He's clad in nothing but a loincloth, which isn't hiding much of anything. His tusks have been polished down to stubs that protrude out of his thick-lipped, unsmiling mouth. One of the kingdom's trolls—a blessedly rare sight.
"Pay toll," he grunts.
Great. Just great. And you were looking forward to enjoying a nice warm bath after this godforsaken quest too.
"Can't we just ride past?" You murmur to your companions.
Most of them are from the castle, tasked by the King to slay the beast that had been terrorizing the northern front. As their numbers depleted along the perilous journey they started hiring anyone who was willing. You joined with the promise of bag of gold. You're never going to see that gold, though. Not if stuff like this keeps happening. You thought your group's terrible luck had finally run out, but no. The troll shifts his heavy-looking club in his hands.
"Pay toll," he says again and for a moment, his squinting eyes focus on you and brighten a little.
You roll your eyes and turn your horse away.
"I'll be over there," you mumble, trotting your horse over to a patch of grass so she can graze while those from the castle try to figure out what the hell to do.
You're out of food and money and the only valuable thing you have are the claws of the beast, which are to go to the King as proof of its death, so you can't pay the toll with that either. A few minutes later, the leader of the group calls your name.
"We've decided that, uh, one of us will have to do it."
"Do what?" You cross your arms, already guessing where this is going.
"Be the toll."
"Yeah, why me? Again?" You arch an eyebrow. "You want me to just offer myself up on a platter to that glorified mossy rock?"
"If you do it, you'll get twice the share we agreed on. Come on, we're so close to the city. Just this last favor?"
"Fineee. By the gods, you all make for piss poor questing companions." You toss your reins to someone to hold and march forward.
"Troll! I offer myself to you as payment," you announce. "Will that do?"
He looks you up and down. "But you call me mossy rock."
"Huh. Your little ears heard all that? Look..." You step closer, until you're standing in the shadow of his massive body, close enough that none of the others can hear you. "I want to cut you a different deal. If I let you have me, I want you to kill them all."
"Why kill?" He cocks his head on his thick neck.
"They're selfish pricks who've done nothing but use me for various favors since I joined them. I'm the only one who really deserves the reward."
That sounds sensible enough to him. He nods excitedly, and takes you under the bridge. This isn't your proudest moment, kneeling on the muddy ground and sucking off an ugly troll, but his surprisingly gentle touches and gratitude for your soft mouth makes up for it. As soon as he cums—painting your mouth and chin—he readjusts his loincloth, picks up his club, and goes to bash some heads in. You clean yourself up as you listen to the screams. When everything falls silent you come out from under the bridge.
"You don't have to stay here and guard this stupid bridge," you tell him. "Come and work for me. I could use someone like you."
And that's how you collected a huge bounty and also stole the kingdom's bridge troll.
Gosh, I've been really busy lately. Turns out you need to work if you want to put food on your table. Crazy right? That said, any monsters want to abduct me from this realm and care for me forever? No? Okay.
I've opened a Patreon as a tip jar, who knows, maybe I'll make a little something! It's completely optional though, as of right now I'm not offering any extra content on there, so feel free to ignore it if you aren't in a place where it's an option. We're all just trying to get by in these rough times by indulging in monsterfucker stories. 💙
Okay so f!mermaid reader being captured by some all-male sailors who've been travelling for a while, ready to get their hands on anything with tits and pussy during a loong lonely time at sea. Basically its gangbang noncon but the plot twist is that the mermaid species, males get pregnant. So she basically got everyone pregnant when theyre done with her 😅
Maiden Of The Sea
This is a very interesting idea. Let's see how I do!
Content - noncon, maybe dubcon if you squint?
Nothing but the ocean all around them. They had been a month at sea. Ruyd scratched his stubble, staring at the distant frothing waves, thinking of the music of a tavern, a good tankard of beer, and a woman. Goddamnit. He turned to the Captain of The Bluebell.
"Are you sure, Cap'n? That'll be at least an extra week's worth of sailing."
"It's that or risk the rocks near the coastline, or an attack from the Black Bandits," Captain Foxsworth said.
Ruyd couldn't help but grin. "Scared of the pirates?"
Captain Foxsworth blinked. His clear blue eyes, so much like the sea itself, skipped away from the sailor.
"I have history with the Captain of the Black Bandits," he said. "He'd love nothing more than to get his hooks in me, I bet."
"Well, I'll be charmed," Ruyd said.
He'd met the Captain of the Black Bandits once at a tavern. He had an entire bloody table to himself--no one dared sit near that man. The young man who'd had the misfortune of serving the table had been forced under the table within mere minutes to service the Captain, choking on his thick dick. What else was he going to do, say no and have one of the Captain's hooks bury in his eye?
Ruyd could only imagine what the Captain of The Black Bandits would do to the golden-haired, fresh-faced Captain of The Bluebell. As much as Ruyd respected Captain Foxsworth, he was a little too young to know everything about the seas. Yet, his suggestion was a sound one, even if the crew was going to hate it.
Within a few minutes, a meeting had been called, and once the change in plans was announced, the mood became black and tumultuous. Tensions ran high.
Someone would get hurt today, he thought to himself.
"Hey, I caught something!" One of the sailors hollered suddenly. "Someone help me haul it up, this thing is damn heavy."
* * * * * *
Straying too close to ships is always dangerous, but the fish you're hunting has evaded your grasp twice already, and you're hungry. Your determination is what leads to your downfall as you swim right into the tough strands of a net. You try to wiggle free, but it begins to pull upward. Oh no... This isn't good.
The dryness of the air hits your scales, and you thrash, but no matter how you struggle, the net remains firm around you until you hit the deck of the ship with a thud. Human voices sound above you.
"Dear god, what is that thing?"
"A mutated fish?"
"Fetch the Captain!"
Boots thud and people swarm around you. You bat seaweed out of your face. The net is dragged off to expose you to their eyes, and you flinch, curling into a protective ball around yourself.
"It's a mermaid," a voice says, filled with awe.
"God, strike my eyes!" One craggy fellow says, prodding your side.
You hiss and flop onto your back, blinking up at them. You try to figure out whether they're friendly, or if they're going to pluck out your teeth and scales as trophies, just like your pod always warned you. They're staring down at you, so many scruffy faces and thick, unwashed male scents.
"Look at those tits," one of them murmurs in a hushed voice.
"Brodan."
"What, Captain? They're a fair pair of breasts for a fish," the man says.
Captain Foxsworth wrinkles his nose. "Do away with that thing," he says, and stalks away.
Brodan lowers into a crouch beside you. "Hello there," he says, trying and failing to make himself look nonthreatening. "Can you speak?"
You offer him a chirp in response. You can't speak their tongue at all, but after so many years of lurking around humans, you're able to understand them well. So far, they don't seem violent. Your fear turns to curiosity, and you reach for one of his hands. Curiously, he has no webbing at all. He brings his hand closer and settles it on your breast. After a moment, he squeezes gently. You squirm at the sensation of his roughened thumb swirling over your sensitive nipple.
"She likes it," Brodan says, his eyes crinkling into a smile. "By god, I nearly forgot what a tit feels like."
The other men hover around, doubt and desire clashing on their faces. Brodan is clearly the boldest—and the most stupid. He takes your other breast and squeezes that one too. You squirm in confusion. What is he doing? Another soft chirp leaves your mouth. He straddles you suddenly, his weight dropping on your stomach. You flick your tail to get him off, but you're no longer in water and can't find enough momentum. The slickness of your body makes you fast in the water, but now makes it so that you cannot find purchase on the wooden floor. Brodan prods at your lips, tugging them away to have a look at your teeth. You bare them in warning. He only chuckles.
It is not mating season! You're not open to such advances. But this is a human, he probably cannot smell that you are not ready. He scoots lower, prodding curiously at your body.
"Hold her down, fellas," he says. "There ain't a hole I haven't been able to stick myself into."
Some of them laugh. Others are grim but still full of lust. It swirls from their bodies, clogging your senses. Hands hold your arms down. Someone steps on your tail fin to keep you from flopping, and you growl your displeasure. Brodan jams his fingers into his mouth, wetting them. You consider biting him, but there are too many of them to get away in one piece if you did. He begins to explore your body, finding your slit with ease. He slides his finger in, battling against the tightness of your body, his ragged breaths giving away his excitement. He can't wait anymore, hastily unfastening his pants so he can pull his cock out. It looks swollen, less slick than the cocks of your species, but thicker.
"You want this?" He smacks the thick shaft against your belly.
You squirm, but it's useless. He spits on his shaft to get it wet before he presses the head against your slit.
"Now this is as good as any pussy!" He exclaims. "Warm and wet, just how I like it."
His thick cock stuffs you full, and you can feel the heat of it coaxing you to relax. It doesn't matter that it isn't mating season; you can feel something shifting inside you. Pleasure. You wrap your arms around the sailor, and your growls become purrs instead. Brodan thinks it's because of his skill, his cock. He swells with pride and empties himself into you, and someone quickly takes his place. None of them knows what happens next. They give, and you give something back. They don't know that part, but as your inner walls clamp against the unforgiving stretch of cock after cock, you transfer a part of yourself to each of them.
They will make good guardians of your young, you decide. All except the fussy one with the golden hair who stormed away. He's weak. You'll have to eat him.
Requests closed until I catch up on all the updates I have to write! The second part of The Hanging Devil has been haunting me since April. Anon, I'm sorry it's taking me so long! I'll make it worth the wait, I promise. 😭
I sooo love your username. I find myself thinking about it a lot when i'm walking, i be like hmm its quiet here, there must be some idle monsters around👀
Or whenever i'm girlrotting in bed during weekends i be like ah, i'm the idle monster. 😏
Have a great weekend!
Awww, I love it too! It makes me think of a monster standing in idle animation inside my head, just waiting to be freed!
Would you still write for mermaid reader x human? I have a dark request to send but first do you have triggers? Just want to make sure 🫶
I would. I've been a little quiet on here thanks to work but I'd love to get back to posting now and then. No triggers to be found here, please give me everything you've got 🤲 I lowkey love dark stories! 💙
Your vampire boyfriend loves your small breasts. They are his favorite place to feed from, leaving little red-tinged kisses with his fangs and spending hours taking the smallest sips from you. He makes sure you eat and drink enough to support this and somehow he always has boxes of juice with him. Whenever you're reading a book on the couch or taking a nap you can expect him to show up.
He'll shove his head under your shirt so he can suck on your nipples as they harden in reaction to his cool temperature. Sometimes he'll turn to you in the parking lot of the shopping mall, his eyes glowing with hunger, begging for just a quick taste before you go in.
Your friend lives in the countryside, so for their birthday, they throw a farm-themed costume party. You go dressed as a cow complete with a cute little bell collar while your boyfriend goes dressed as a scarecrow. Later you leave the party for some fresh air and find yourself wandering through a cornfield.
Your boyfriend joins you some minutes later, his body parting the stalks of corn. It's dark enough that you don't notice the subtle differences in clothes, the faded red plaid shirt and pants worn and torn by the elements, the muddy boots. You're surrounded by corn so you don't question the earthy scent clinging to him. You giggle when he embraces you and pushes you down to the floor, your collar tinkling softly.
"You're not going to wait till we get home?" You ask, blushing when he shoves your legs apart and rips the crotch of your black and white costume open.
"Hey, this is brand new!" You protest weakly, but you're already distracted as he settles between your thighs with his mouth flush against your cunt, his slick tongue already probing between your folds.
You whine and tug him closer. He must've taken extra time with his hair tonight. It's so soft, like corn silk. You moan as he eats you out. He likes to make you orgasm at least once before he does, so he usually starts by making you cum all over his tongue. This time is different, though. He rips his mouth away and hastily presses his body against yours, fumbling with his pants. The full moon above makes him a silhouette above you, a shaky groan rattling out of him as he finally frees his cock and sinks his cockhead into you like he hasn't had sex in years. Your eyes widen as you feel a stretch.
"Wait, what happened?" You ask. "Since when were you so big--"
He clamps a rough hand over your mouth and leans over you, panting as he works his cock into your clenching pussy. You whine at how good it feels--maybe it's because you're a little tipsy but you're feeling more than you usually do. He fucks you like this is his one chance, with a sort of desperation that turns you on. You pull him closer, wishing he would remove his hand so you can kiss him but he doesn't, keeping his face tucked against the crook of your neck, fucking you hard and fast until his hips stutter and he spills into you without warning. This never happens and even though you didn't get to cum you decide you like this new side of him. He removes his hand and staggers to his feet.
"So, can I expect a round two when we get home?" You ask breathlessly as your cunt throbs, cum pooling out of you, sticky and warm.
He doesn't even look at you, he just turns and disappears into the corn again.
"What the fuck?" You blink and stagger to your feet. "Wait for me!"
You fight your way out of the field and you're lucky you don't get lost in there. You spot your boyfriend coming down the hill towards you and huff.
"Coming back to apologize?" You mutter.
"There you are!" Your boyfriend says, twirling the car keys between his fingers. "Can we go home? I've been dancing for ages, I'm about to pass out."
All you manage to respond with is a very confused "Huh?"
It starts when you begin putting out food for the stray cat in your neighborhood. It's a small orange tabby that sometimes basks in the sunshine on your front doorstep. You don't see it often, so you're not surprised when it disappears altogether. You keep filling the bowls with food and water, though, and each morning you wake up it's always empty. You don't think much of it.
One day you're walking your neighbor's dog--because your neighbor had an emergency and needed to be out of town for the day--when the terrier gets away from you and runs into some bushes to look for squirrels, presumably. You hear agitated barking.
"Aw, come on Pumpkin, leave the squirrels alone."
You head over to grab the leash and as you bend down you spot what the dog is barking so earnestly at. It's a human-sized mound of something furry. You gasp and snatch the terrier up.
What is that?
You lean in for a closer look and realize it's a cat hybrid who was having a lovely nap until Pumpkin came alone. He's lying curled in the fluffy embrace of his tail with one green eye open and fixed on you.
"Sorry," you stammer, but other than the flick of his ear he doesn't seem to care.
You return home with Pumpkin but you keep thinking about the hybrid. As far as you could see he didn't have a collar and you're pretty sure hybrid owners aren't supposed to let their pets roam freely. Do that mean he's a stray? You get your answer a week later when you wake up unusually early one morning. When you open the back door to fill the bowls you find the hybrid there, shoving kibble into his mouth by the handful.
He freezes, his eyes fixed sharply on you. You pause as well, standing there on the cold step in your pajamas and fuzzy slippers. He reaches out and snatches the scoop from you and pours the contents into his mouth. You wince at the crunch of kibble between his sharp teeth.
He looks at you defiantly, like, what are you gonna do about it?
You go back inside, that's what. A cat hybrid is completely different from an actual cat and you don't want to put yourself in a dangerous position. You're hoping if you stop filling the bows he'll get the message and leave you alone, but a couple days later there's a scratching sound at your door. It's him, and he's already worn a patch on your door with his claws. He's too big and intimidating to play the cute card, so he looks ridiculous, staring quietly at you with those big mournful eyes.
"I'm sure kibble isn't nutritious enough for you," you tell him.
Very carefully, he leans towards your leg and puts his cheek against your thigh. His tail flicks behind him like he's annoyed at all the hoops he has to jump through just to get some food. You almost laugh.
"Okay, I'll make you something, but you have to wait here, okay? I don't know if you have fleas. Or lice." You eye his thick fur.
You go back inside and make a second plate of scrambled eggs and sausage, adding the leftover chicken from dinner. The bread is an afterthought because you're not sure what hybrids eat. When you bring the plate out, however, he eats everything on it and then licks the plate clean.
"Thanks," you laugh.
He drops something at your feet and turns and lopes down the street, cutting across someone's yard to hop the fence into the park, where he's presumably staying. The item he left behind is your favorite bracelet, which you must have caught in the bushes that day. You'd assumed you'd lost it somewhere in your messy bedroom. Now, you have always told yourself you don't have time or room for a pet of your own, but that night you find yourself doing some research on hybrids as rain drums against the window panes. You become aware of a sharp scratching sound at the door. You open it to find the hybrid cat dripping wet and hunched in the rain, staring at you. You hesitate, and he decides for you, inching warily through the door.
You sigh. "Just for tonight, then. But if you're going to stay here you need a shower. No offense, but you smell like a wet mop."
It looks like the cat distribution system glitched and gave you a hybrid instead.
You're trying to garden, but you keep getting distracted by your two Satyr friends who are rolling together under the shade of the tree in the backyard, making out and jerking each other off, the sly rascals they are. They know exactly what they're doing, moaning into each other's mouths like that. When you accidentally pull up the wrong plant you peel off your gardening gloves and toss them aside, stomping over.
"Ahem."
Two pairs of laughing, innocent eyes flick up to you.
"Finally. I thought I was going to have to cum all over this jackass to get your attention," Noli rumbles, his cock throbbing and swollen from all the teasing.
"You weren't calling me a jackass a minute ago," Reven smirks, reaching down and squeezing.
"Ow! Trying to rid me of my family jewels?" Noli says, and they start tumbling good-naturedly again.
Noli is larger than Reven and easily pins him down, their cocks brushing together as he leans down and kisses him hard.
"Troublemaker," he mutters.
"Right. I see you don't really need me," you say breezily. "I'll just get back to gardening then--"
"Come here, girl. We didn't put on that show for nothing." Noli hauls you down beside them and you giggle as you lie down in the soft grass.
Reven sticks his head under your sundress, the curve of his horns butting against your inner thighs.
"Oh, no panties!" He exclaims with glee.
That's all the warning you get before his tongue is flicking against your pussy, dragging against your clit, toying with you until you moan softly.
"What do you need, my lady?" Noli murmurs in your ear, playing with your nipples through the dress, flicking them like little buttons as they harden.
"I need to be fucked," you say.
Noli grabs Reven crudely by a horn and yanks him up from between your legs. "Put that cock of yours to use," he commands.
"Be gentle with him," you scold.
Noli laughs. "Oh, this little fucker likes getting his horns tugged on. Don't you?"
Reven nods dreamily, lining up with your pussy and bottoming out in one smooth thrust. You gasp, clutching his arm.
"Does it hurt?" He asks cheekily, rolling his hips.
"In the best way," you reply. "Now give me a real ride."
You reach up and tug on his horns. He bows his head to offer them to you, purring when you stroke his ears, increasing his pace. He's got the stamina of a rabbit and you don't mind when you feel him spilling into you, because you know cumming once doesn't even slow him down. He fucks like like you'll fade away if he doesn't, his moans desperate as he chases a second release already. His cum oozes out of you in lewd, wet squelches.
"Greedy idiot," Noli says, but his tone is full of affection.
You nudge Reven away so you can change your position, flopping onto your belly between Noli's legs as he rests his back against the tree trunk. This way you can suck on his cock while Reven fucks you. Noli hisses at the sight of you sprawled there, your lips stretching around his shaft as you take it in your mouth. Reven squeezes your hip as he pushes your dress out of the way and guides his cock into you again, his pistoning hips forcing you to take more of Noli down your throat, drooling around his shaft as you get fucked dumb.
Your garden may never be tidy again, but it's a trade you're willing to make.
