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When Kallisto got outed as a werewolf to her rescue team, she was going to be stuck in a city struck by daily bombing raids without access to shelter during the full moon. That was unless she participated in a new breeding program that would send her to the nearest army camp housing a unit of wolf hybrids.
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Part of “Tales From Outside The Bubble” the anthology containing “Kitty Comes Home” and “The Cat That Got The Cream”.
In this story Lance, a warlock from a farming settlement, journeys to the Outside City to participate in the Cage Fights organized by Mephisto and his business partners. His goal, beating the reigning final champion, Queen Alisun. But things did not go as planned when their fight began.
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(Summary): Prior to the events of “The Evil and The Rock” part of the “Monsters and Their Brides” anthology which also includes “Carnivorous Flowers Smell the Sweetest”.
Rose
We were just trying to have some fun the night before a busy day at the royal castle. Then Ludwig got attacked by a werewolf. The resulting bite changing him…
Kenzie
I was fooling around with Rose in the hay barn when Ludwig came to us late, bleeding and running away from a werewolf. Danger passed, but Ludwig was not as he was before. Oddly enough, it did not change our plans for the night.
(Warning): Smut, knotting, bloody bite
(Contains): Two human, royal maids X fresh werewolf, castle guard, 1st person POV multiple, Cis female MCs & Cis male love interest, group sex with an anthropomorphic werewolf.
Word count: 1435
Read Part 1
Kenzie
I could not believe what had happened. I was trying to wrap my head around it. Ludwig, now a werewolf. Rose taking it way too well, making me feel like I was the weird one. All I knew was that I was supposed to be safe. As fear receded, my rush of emotions turned into… a rekindled lust.
It should not have had this effect on me. Ludwig was a beast now. All teeth, fur and claws. Yet he had such a tenderness about him. The change in body had not affected his personality to an unrecognizable point.
I loved him as much as I loved Rose. The way she looked at him, like no matter the snout, golden eyes or odd nether region. To watch him slowly lick his way down her body to go down on her was fanning that lust of mine into a blaze.
After one thick gulp, I crawled over to kiss her some more. Missing her taste and warmth.
“Climb over me.” Rose asked with that needy voice I could not resist.
“Not yet,” I told her, moving onto her pillowy breasts and sensitive nipples.
Loving the taste of her sweat and the spiced scent of her arousal. Her hands tangled in my hair to the sounds of her sweet moans. Sensing my focused attention on Rose, Ludwig fondled the back of my thigh. I was very ticklish there. Part of his old self had to be there for him to remember that and remain gentle. I didn’t stop sucking at her nipples, now listening to his huffs and grunts overlapped with soft growls. He had a different smell, muskier, and potent. It made me even wetter.
I got in position, trapping her hips with my thighs. Her neck and shoulders became my goal to conquer. Though careful not to leave marks where they would be visible the next morning. Rose loved getting squished under someone. It didn’t take her long to come on his tongue in these conditions.
She was holding me sweetly, shivering when Ludwig tilted my hips with his large paw-hands, tilting until I felt his wet nose against my ass. I gasped and he took one good lick, thumbs sliding down to spread my pussy open. I squirmed a little at the feel of his enormous tongue. A little growl escaped him as he bit my inner thigh near the place he was intent on sampling. Still hungry after Rose. He always had a big sexual appetite. Good enough to please two lovers.
By the end of our encounters, Rose and I were too often the ones exhausted, when I knew men were supposed to have a hard time having multiple orgasms.
Rose giggled and pecked my jaw, witnessing me arch my back again, “I have never seen you so obedient.”
“He’s big,” I whined at the intrusion of his tongue inside my body.
“Neat trick, huh?”
“Feels weird,” I panted, blinking my tears out, “So good.”
My breasts pressed against hers as she pulled me in for a kiss. I moaned into her mouth. Ludwig’s hot breath and devilish tongue worked me up good. I started rocking my hips getting closer. Closer, until I cried out against Rose’s hairline, on the edge of her nape. She giggled as I came down. So, I bit her.
“My turn.” She patted my shoulder, “I want to taste you.”
I nodded, rolling off, only for her to follow on top of me.
“I have an idea,” I spoke into her ear. “I want you to eat me out while he fucks you with that monster cock.”
“That’s a great idea,” she gushed.
She got on her hands and knees, her face precariously close to my sopping crotch. She glanced at Ludwig, who was stuck starring again.
She patted her hip at the edge of the haystack, “Come here, Ludwig.”
He immediately climbed over us.
She grinned, “Kenzie wants to see you fuck me.”
He bit her shoulder while gazing into my eyes, and he was aligning himself with her.
They both kept eye contact with me as he slowly made his way in. I couldn’t help but to play with myself. They already looked about to get undone.
Rose had but her bottom lip as he thrust, shoving her face closer to my pussy. I cried out when she sucked on my clit. Ludwig howled fucking into her. She ate me until I came again. Only then did he grab her hips to rut her.
Waiting to be next was torture.
Torture that got dragged on when he got stuck inside her. He collapsed on his side next to me, holding her tight against him. Rose was no longer in a state to speak, shivering in his arms. I brushed the stray hairs out of her face as Ludwig cleaned her nape, rocking his hips slightly while panting.
Finally, he pulled out, leaving her a gorgeous mess.
“That was so…” I kissed her lightly. “I can’t find the words.”
She chuckled, “Can you help clean me? My legs are jelly.”
We had brought handkerchiefs in our pockets. By the time I found them, Ludwig was licking her clean of him. Rose gave me a feverish look gesturing for me to come close.
“Look.” She was gazing at him, crawling to rest his head on her chest, “Isn’t he adorable?”
Then his eyes locked onto mine. He nuzzled her cheek one last time before climbing on top of me. A glance between our bodies as he rubbed his slick warmth against mine.
I turn my worried gaze to Rose, “How did that fit inside of you?”
“Painfully well,” she sighed. “If you don’t like it, just say it and I’ll pull his tail.”
“Are you sure that will be enough to stop him?” I asked.
Ludwig growled at us. He looked a little saddened and frustrated. Tilting his head with intelligent eyes.
“Sorry,” I whispered, looking to the side at nothing.
I should not have been thinking of him as nothing but a beast. He had shown himself to be more than one.
“You’ll be able to stop?” Rose asked him.
He nodded, glancing between us two before pressing his snout against my cheek. It slipped down to the side of my neck. He bit me with the same strength he used on me when he was human. The growl he added was different than the one he used to get our attention. This one was deeper, almost possessive.
I rushed to respond with my hands, digging my fingers in the heated fur of his neck.
“You’ll be gentle, right?” I purred into his large, furred ear.
He nodded, aligning himself with me. He was gentle indeed. Very slow and deliberate, yet his hands gripped the hay above my head. The straws breaking tightly. I gripped his wrists panting despite our slow love making.
Rose was still lying beside us, gazing at us with a loving smile.
“You can go…faster,” I moaned.
I didn’t have to tell him twice. Still not rough, he got to my preferred pace. The one that made me squirm until I came. It was fun, then he started to swell inside of me, moving less and less despite being fully seated in me.
“What’s that?” My head rolled back at the tight stretch near my entrance. It was a bit painful, yet it had put me on the verge of another orgasm. A more brutal one this time.
“He is knotting you,” Rose explained. “We are mating, remember?”
“But.” I had a moment of clarity, “What if we get pregnant?” we were usually careful.
“I know a tea—,” rose begun, only to be interrupted by Ludwig’s growl. She sat up to bite his ear. “We have talked about this before, you wolf. It would be too dangerous in our position at the castle. You will not dictate our doom.”
He whined, suddenly holding me tight. The scolding worked to make him regretful. Even if he was stuck inside me, nonetheless. His warm slick was unable to escape us.
We spent the whole night taking turns with him, until the sun began to rise and he turned back into his usual human form. The three of us bathed quickly in the creek and rushed to the castle for this was the Princess’s birthday, and the king had something special planned. Many visitors would come from far and wide, and she would be moved out of her room.
On our way back, I prayed that Princess Alana would finally get her curse lifted.
(Summary): Prior to the events of “The Evil and The Rock” part of the “Monsters and Their Brides” anthology which also includes “Carnivorous Flowers Smell the Sweetest”.
Rose
We were just trying to have some fun the night before a busy day at the royal castle. Then Ludwig got attacked by a werewolf. The resulting bite changing him…
Kenzie
I was fooling around with Rose in the hay barn when Ludwig came to us late, bleeding and running away from a werewolf. Danger passed, but Ludwig was not as he was before. Oddly enough, it did not change our plans for the night.
(Warning): Smut, knotting, bloody bite
(Contains): Two human, royal maids X fresh werewolf, castle guard, 1st person POV multiple, Cis female MCs & Cis male love interest, group sex with an anthropomorphic werewolf.
Word count: 2598
Read Part 2
Rose
“What if you don’t have to choose?”
Months had passed since Kenzie and I pounced on Ludwig for the first time. It took much chase on our part. Both of us had been after him. Separately, until we came to the realization that we were as fond of him as we were of each other. Then we came up with a plan to bring him into our relationship.
Kenzie was my closest friend before we became lovers. We began to work at the royal castle as laundry maids at the same time. A year later, most staff resigned and tragedy struck. This led us to receive a promotion.
We became Princess Alana’s personal maids. After she had turned into a boulder. It was uneventful work. We cleaned the princess daily. Cleaning the room was only demanded when visitors came.
It was sad. We soon noticed her Highness only got two visitors that, thankfully, didn’t come by often. She cried a lot. The tears would roll off her surface, and we tasked ourselves with cleaning them before salt could accumulate on the princess.
There were our attempts at keeping her company, at cheering her up. She cried every morning as if reliving the moment when she transformed. The one when she had learned of the queen’s death. Her mother.
We had a lot of free time on our hands, as we were requested to be at the ready for those two visitors all day and most nights. The king must have visited fewer than fifteen times throughout the year despite living in the same castle. And her fiancé Prince Lorenzo… It fills me with disgust to think about the twenty-odd times he visited.
We always fled before they arrived. Our king was insufferable. And that foreign prince was lecherous and violent as he was an ass. No one said these things out loud. But it was evident all of the castle workers thought the same.
Ludwig was a ray of sunshine on a rainy day. A guard in charge of keeping watch over the castle walls, cracking jokes and a good flirt as well. One evening as he was going back to rest in the barracks, we came to fetch him with a basket of leftovers from the kitchens.
He was nervous as he followed us to my father’s hay barn right outside of the town walls.
The barn was barred off with heavy doors to prevent the sheep from making a mess of the hay stored for the winter. No one went there at night. The sheep themselves had a different barn on the other side of my father’s farm.
. Up on a hill behind the barn, we nibbled on bread, cheese and cold rabbit meat while watching the sunset. Ludwig could not eat much. He appeared to be awaiting a slap in the face. Kenzie did not notice. She was as nervous as he was. Even if that whole night had been her idea.
I got up, noticing him brace himself for a hit. But I just sat down closer to his other side and gestured at Kenzie to do the same.
“Ludwig?” I took a softer tone. “We are not mad at you.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, about to cry. “I can’t choose one of you. I shouldn’t have been leading you on. I like you both a lot and you are close friends. So, I’ll just stop—.”
“What if you don’t have to choose?” I kissed his cheek.
Kenzie followed my lead and said, “We both like you too. We like each other as well. How do you feel about that? Do you still like us?”
“Yes,” he whispered, blushing and glancing between the two of us.
That night was our first roll in the hay. Not the last. With time, we grew bold enough to sneak him into the castle. Kenzie and I had been using the princess’s bed to nap. Compared to the stack of hay, or a straw bed. That feather bed was a luxury we could never have afforded.
Princess Alana’s bedroom was always vacant aside from the princess herself permanently by the window. Since we were in charge of it, slim was the number of people that could come bother us. The forbidden side of sneaking him in was enticing as well. Even though Ludwig was scared.
The next morning when we came in, the princess would not be covered in tears.
Maybe she had been awake and had watched us. It seemed to have helped soothe her boredom. I did not tell this observation to the others. It would have scared them.
When there was a chance for a visit, we would clean the room and go back to the barn. That’s what happened that fateful night. The king had drunk more than usual. We made sure the place was dust free before we left. No one ever complained. Rather we were seen or not.
We should have cancelled our meeting, since it was night, and the barn was outside the town walls. We were reckless. On a full moon of all things. We were also to be getting the princess ready early in the morning. The king had something prepared for her. Invitations had been sent far and wide. She would have to be moved too.
Despite how busy the next day or the dangers lurking under the full moon, we could not get enough of each other.
Kenzie and I reached the barn on this clear-lit night. Ludwig was to arrive after his rounds. He was late, but it wasn’t the first time. Unable to wait any longer, we started to kiss without him. Still jittery from the thrill of coming to the barn when we should not. Soon we took our clothes off to line the hay with. More than one caress at a time, we teased each other with our smocks on. The air was a little too cool for now.
Kenzie was stubborn to take on a dominant role in bed. Especially with me. I loved it. But that did not stop me from wondering why she was like that.
Her father had died young, and her mother became a scullery maid. Kenzie spent her childhood in the homes of her aunts and uncles. Working for her food until they could not feed her anymore.
She craved control where she could get it.
Yet she was just as shy as Ludwig. As I got to think of him, he entered the barn. The log my father used to lock the doors. He had put it in place.
We never bothered to do that.
“Kenzie,” a knot formed in my stomach, at my own words. “Something’s wrong.”
She got off me, and we looked beyond the haystack hiding us.
“Ludwig!” She ran to him as soon as she saw the state of him.
“Stay back,” he slurred, bleeding through his clothes.
“You’re hurt,” Kenzie stated, ignoring his warning.
“What happened?” I rushed to them, glancing at the doors. What may lie behind them.
Kenzie examined his wound and jumped to her feet. “A bite.” She grabbed a pitchfork. “It’s big.” She turned to the doors, ready to stab at anything trying to get in.
I took his side, noticing his eyes. I leaned in, “Kenzie, his eyes are changing colour.” From a slate gray to a burning amber. With this change came a growl. Despite this new warning, I ripped his shirt open at the bite and gaped at the wound already closing.
A howl resounded outside.
I took a quick breath and said, “We need to hide.”
Ludwig snarled at me having me take my hands off him.
I tried to warn Kenzie, “It’s a werewolf—” a set of claws racked at the doors.
Ludwig moved in the corner of my eye. He was standing tall on his hind legs a large grey blur. The bite. It turned him into one.
I pulled Kenzie out of the way just in time. Ludwig lunged at the doors. We had to dodge the log he threw out of his way with one hand. Stepping out, he snarled something much more threatening than the previous ones.
Through the open doors, we watched our now monstrous lover jump on the smaller, paler werewolf that must have turned him. It did not take much for Ludwig to hold him down by the throat into submission. The other beast whined submitting to him until he let him go. Then the weaker one ran back into the woods, defeated.
Ludwig let out a victorious howl. And before I knew it, my feet led me out of the barn to reach him.
“Rose, wait!” Kenzie was frightened.
An odd calm came over me in his presence, now that he chased off the other werewolf.
He could have killed him. But it would have been unlike Ludwig to do so. Deep down he was still himself.
I trusted him.
“Ludwig?” I asked gently.
He turned to me with a growl. I stopped moving.
“It’s safe now.” I lowered my head a little. “You can calm down.” I avoided looking in his eyes.
A wolf. Speaking was not enough for them. I would use a wolf’s language. I had observed a pack of them from afar for five years when I still worked the farm.
He stepped to me, inspecting my scent. Good, I showed him my neck. He sniffed my hair. I was still using his hair tie for my short braid. To be safe and keep an eye on him, we had to convince him we were part of his group. That he could form a pack with us.
He lowered himself into a relaxed stance. Then he dragged his tongue along my neck.
“Ludwig?” I brushed my lips against his in a sign of submission. I lick would have been more proper, but Kenzie was mortified enough as it was. “We should go back inside. Before somebody sees you.”
He glanced at Kenzie, who was still armed. With one arm, he held me close in a protective manner. His paw or hand gripped my back with care to be gentle.
“It’s fine.” I cooed, rubbing his cheek. “Kenzie,” I turned my head to see her. “Put it down. It’s still Ludwig. He won’t hurt us.” That was if we made the right moves. Being a threat was not the right one. “Kenzie? He’s not all that scary, look.”
He leaned his head against my hand as I scratched him with the same tenderness he used with me.
“Fine.” She dropped the pitchfork, backing away into the barn while still on edge.
“Come inside.” I coaxed him, slipping out of his grasp while I held onto his arm.
He followed with short steps to match mine.
Once inside, he licked my neck again. Kenzie kept her distance, almost at arm’s range. “How can we help him turn normal?” She took a hesitant step towards me.
Our beast let out a warning growl. Wolves always listened to members of their pack. Especially their mate.
Therefore, I was not afraid to scold him. As he appeared to identify me as such. “Enough of that Ludwig.” I snapped and he stopped. I got out of his hold, closer to her, “And Kenzie come here.” I grabbed her by the waist to hold her against me. “He understands I’m with him, but he’s still not sure about you.”
“How?” She frowned. “How did you tame him?”
He began to examine her as he had done with me.
“He’s acting like a wolf,” I tried to explain. “He’s a werewolf now.”
“I noticed,” she flinched at his wet nose grazing her skin.
“Do not look him in the eyes yet. He could take it as a threat.” I watched her nod and continued, “Wolves don’t hurt their mates. He needs to know we are in his pack. Hopefully, part of him remembers we are his lovers.”
Kenzie let out a breath thinking over my words.
She whispered, “Is that true, Ludwig?”
Slowly, she raised her hand to touch him. She was slow enough and avoided his eyes. He wouldn’t attack her. She still got nipped into a gasp.
Then he sniffed his other hair tie on her wrist. He had given them to us as a token of his love. They were a pretty, red, silk lace. Her neck also received a long lick of approval.
“Gross,” she whispered, touching her drooly skin.
Ludwig relaxed and laid his front paws on our outer shoulders.
“See.” I petted the fur of his chest, and he licked my arm. “We’re your mates. You’d better be gentle with us or else we won’t stay.”
Kenzie imitated my movement. He let her touch him, licking her arm as well. “You don’t need to do that, though. All that licking,” she grumbled. “I understand the message.”
His paw slipped down to each of our outer hips on our opened sides. He was groping at our fat there. This was followed by his tongue getting dragged at the junction where our shoulders met and our smock pulled down.
Had I forgotten the other things mateship implied?
“Rose? What is he doing?” Kenzie didn’t move.
I glanced down. From how he had an erection, I could guess he wanted to mate. She yelped as he swung each of us over a furry shoulder. He proceeded to carry us, only to put us down close to our clothes. On all fours he smelled the pile. It must have held the scent of what we had been doing on them. He let out a long, satisfied sigh. Shoulders fully unwinding.
Ludwig proceeded to push us to sit on our clothes. Then he stared at us, thinking.
“Oh…” Kenzie finally noticed his inhuman cock.
He could not decide who to start with, as always. So, I made it easy for him and took off my smock.
“Rose!” Kenzie sounded shocked. Yet she was blushing. Disgust would have had her grown pale.
“What?” I reached out to him. “He’s still Ludwig.”
“I know but—”
“Aren’t you curious?”
He crawled over me. Straw crackling under his weight. He licked my chest from my belly button to my chin. His large, imposing body sent shivers through me. So warm amongst to early fall air. I was still wet from earlier. Now I was growing hot again. This was much more exciting than sneaking him into the princess’s bed.
Then he gazed into my eyes, and I turned into a needy, soppy mess. Climbing higher, he pressed his cock against me. Spreading my legs wide, I felt him rub his length against my slick folds.
Kenzie. I turned my head to see her biting the nail of her left thumb. She had the habit of doing that when she was aroused.
“Come here,” I whispered, holding an arm out for her. I gave her a breathy smile as Ludwig cleaned my neck all over. “I want a kiss.” I had a pout I knew she could not resist. Not in that state.
His ear moved, listening to us. Kenzie rolled over and kissed me. A long, deep kiss that had Ludwig space out, watching us as if it was his first time seeing it.
I giggled when she plopped on her side, giving him a glance. Her cheek received a slight lick. She bit her lips, hiding a smile.
“Ludwig?” I scratched under his chin. “Are we still doing this?” I tilted my hips against him.
(Summary): Lucretia was made in an abandoned branch of the Weyland corporation. Part human and part xenomorph queen, she has been treated like a fighting dog her whole life. Until she meets Augi, a Yautja trapped on the base with her pup.
Warning: Death, violence, trauma responses.
Contains: slice of life in multiple pov following different characters and how they interact with each other.
Word count: 455
Read parts 1-2-3-4-5&6-7
Bhuahte POV
“What a piece of cjit,” I said as the flying trash heap came crashing inside the hangar. Thank paya I thought of clearing it.
I closed the door and walked to this “ship” as Augi called it. My youngest sibling climbed out pup over the shoulder. Two people were speaking ooman inside the trash heap.
“Mei-jadi, how was your trip?” I couldn’t help but laugh now that I could see they were safe.
“Does Father know?” she asked.
“That his only daughter and her first pup were captured. Yes. Once he learned you were detained by oomans, he told us you could get out of there on your own,” I relayed.
The head of a Kiande ameda queen fell out of the opening.
“Why did you throw it at me?!” yelled a man.
“I knew you’d duck,” replied a woman.
She jumped out dragging the head behind her.
“Where can I put this?” she asked around not sure who would give her an answer.
Augi dropped her son, who scurried to the tailed Ooman-di. He punched her behind the knees, she did not budge.
“Show respect!” he screeched to her.
“Looks like you have managed a feat,” I told sister. To achieve such a hunt with a pup in tow.
“It was her,” she admitted pointing to the one lifting my nephew to sit him on her trophy.
“Who the Ooman-di with the—tail?”
She was getting attacked from behind by little Go’te who leaped from his perch. She didn’t even flinch at the surprise weight. He was big for his age, surely taking after his father.
“Uncle, can we keep her?” asked the boy climbing down.
He did not want to lose his new playmate. Paya knew he needed a strong one.
“What about the other one?” I asked. Augi swung her head back signing the hybrid.
“Jerry, get your ass out here!” yelled the abomination hitting the rusty ship.
The ooman climbed out carefully. He lifted his hands up like an idiot.
“We come in peace,” he announced.
The tailed woman leaned closer to his ear.
“The kid tried to make me kneel to him, I think he’s important,” she warned.
Rightly so. I was a seasoned Elite after all. The man dropped to his knees and she laughed. I wouldn’t be easily afraid either after killing a serpent queen. Go’te got angry and kicked her shins. I didn’t need a pup to defend my honour.
“Nephew,” I called to him, “come properly greet your uncle.”
He walked to me solemnly.
“Gkaun-yte, uncle. We are back from our adventure.”
That was a way to call it.
“I see that,” I said. “All of you come. You’ll tell me what happened over food.”
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(Summary): Lucretia was made in an abandoned branch of the Weyland corporation. Part human and part xenomorph queen, she has been treated like a fighting dog her whole life. Until she meets Augi, a Yautja trapped on the base with her pup.
Warning: Death, violence, trauma responses.
Contains: slice of life in multiple pov following different characters and how they interact with each other.
Word count: 673
Read Parts 1-2-3-4-5&6-8
Augi POV
It took a full sleep cycle to reach the moon and hide on its dark side. I had time to properly introduce myself while Go’te napped. He didn’t sleep for long and asked for food. All that were on board were old rations that were barely edible at best. Lucy decided to wait for my clanship to pick us up. It seems she had no idea what kind of people my people were.
“They will be more interested in hunting you than helping you.” I warned her.
“Even after what I have done for you?” she contested.
I owed her, but my clan did not.
“What about me?” asked the male ooman called Jerry.
“They will probably abandon you on this ship.” I replied in all honesty. He was pyode amedha, not worth killing. My eyes were drawn to the trophy behind him. Go’Te was playing with it, opening and closing its jaw. Bad manners, but it was Lucy’s trophy and she seemed proud while watching him do so. An idea came to mind. “Unless…you can be of use.”
Lucy looked at her trophy then me.
“Well, I have proof of my proficiency in killing.” She claimed, rightly so. But her amicability was just as much as an asset. We turned toward the anxious one.
“I’m a brewer,” he came up with. “An alcohol artisan, you might say. Not legally recognized, but better than any licenced distiller.”
It might work.
“You could pass as a hunting hound, at least an oddity of a pet.” I told her. She could even become a blooded warrior with the right contacts. But she was a lot more suited to the role of a pet. She acted like one after all. “But you,” I addressed Jerry, “I do have a cousin c’nitlp maker. He might be interested in buying you. But if you don’t live up to your words, you will probably be left to fend for yourself in the forest.”
“I could just stay here,” he started, “send a distress signal and maybe a merchant ship comes by and—”
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Lucy stopped him.
“Why?” he asked.
I was curious as well. It seems she had been keeping a secret.
“I might have let it slip to straggler where we were going.” She admitted. Wait, to the driving Kiante amedha? “Not intentionally, I mean he was asking a lot of questions. And I needed directions.”
“Do you think he can get here?” he prompted.
“I wouldn’t put it past him,” she told him.
A lucky hunter could gain good honour by killing that interesting serpent.
“So it’s probable death, or slavery,” concluded Jerry.
“Not a big change of scenery,” she argued.
So he was not a free man on the base?
“Growing up as Lupus’ pet might have warped your sense of reality, but I used to be free,” contested the man whose life depended on his enslavement.
“Whoa there, I didn’t ask to be made in that place. And I was more of a fighting dog than a pet to him,” she replied.
But fighting animals are kept in cages.
“I heard the guards complain about you roaming the halls,” I pointed out.
“That’s because I’m the one who fixed most of their equipment. I learn a lot faster than regular humans.” She gloated right before Go’te glided at her.
The collision sent them spinning across the room. He had been playing that game ever since we unbuckled. He stayed silent aside from some giggles. This was an improvement. It is at this moment that I received a transmission. My brother’s ship had arrived, and he was looking for our location on the moon.
“Playtime is over Go’te, your uncle is here,” I told him without the translator.
“Uncle!” he exclaimed, projecting himself from Lucy to the window.
“Can you fly this into a hangar?” I asked our pilot.
“Probably,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders.
We didn’t really have a choice. I did not want to risk opening this ship somewhere without air.
My deepest apologies, this part was meant to be posted in October 2025, I have only now realized it was never posted.
(Summary): Who would have thought that Christian hell would be socialist? I wouldn’t know. Of my living, I was neither a philosopher, nor into religious studies. I was just a stoner, twice dropout, working at the nearby dispensary. That was until I met a demon during a Halloween party and died of alcohol poisoning.
Sorry, I haven’t presented myself. My name is Layla, a purgatorial soul that has found another mediocre job in hell. The department for abusers of the elderly might not be the most prestigious or funded…
I went down there to make friends for once. And I wanted to bang that demon that accidentally cause my death. But hey, I heard it better than purgatory.
Warning: Smut, death, and graphic torture.
Contains: human X demon, 1st person POV, Cis female MC & Cis male love interest, the inspiration for the demon is the cover for Disturbed’s album: Indestructible.
Part 4 word count: 3492
Read part 1, part 2, part 3
When I thought of hell, what came to mind were dilapidated buildings and lots of fire. Not just cramped short apartment buildings. They all looked identical with metal signs indicating their numbers. Brown and ashy like the paved streets. Not a flame in sight, only ash snowing down gently. He was right, this neighborhood was just kind of crap. Nothing more nothing less.
Dave’s place was in a basement five minutes or so away from work. At least he kept it clean even if his mattress was on the floor. It was a one room with a teeny-tiny kitchenette a pan had been left to dry on the tiny counter over a kitchen towel. He had a fleshy PC like those in the office, but his had a huge screen and gaming gear. Now we were talking. During my time alive I would spend hours high watching playthroughs of games I was too broke or lazy to play. I would indulge in some warcraft just to look up smut of it once I got bored of playing.
Dave put the pan away on a hook. “Since you don’t sleep. You can play games on my computer. Or you can head back to the office if you get too bored.” He was tense like I was the first person he brought there in a while.
I had the urge to twiddle my thumbs this was getting awkward. “Thank you for offering.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” He pointed to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower.”
As soon as he left, I move to the computer. It was already on. I plopped on the gaming chair. It was leather like the one at the office and had good neck support. I pressed the gross tooth power button of the screen as I sat down. I had to hide my gasp with my hands. It was open on a porn site. Even at the office my computer didn’t lock. I guessed they didn’t have that feature in hell. Dave had mentioned he wasn’t able to lie either.
I glanced at the bathroom door clearly hearing the shower running. I was curious. The video was paused, it starred a torture demon with a much more feline face than Dave. By the look of it he was frozen mid pounding of his rod into a human-looking woman. There were skimpy white clothes haphazard on the black leather couch.
The username of the uploader was—my heaven in hell—and the recommended videos were mostly of the same account of this woman in white lingerie fucking different types of demons. And the search bar had—human woman—typed in it.
So … did Dave have something in mind bringing me to his home? He was very happy I could see him of my living. I hoped he was down for the dirty, because just the freeze frame of the video was making me feel hot like I was stuck in a sauna. The shower stopped running and I quickly closed the window and tried to open a mmorpg looking game. As it was loading, he walked out of the bathroom wearing some red sweatpants.
I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear trying not to stare at him too much,
“Can I borrow your shower?”
He checked in his fridge to pull out a bowl of leftovers covered in tinfoil,
“Sure.”
I rushed into the steamy bathroom and closed the door. It had no lock. Red tiles and tub with a black shower curtain. Not a trace of mould in sight. I glanced at the round mirror and stone sink counter. It looked as if the bathroom was recently renovated it looked too good compared to the rest of the apartment.
Dave was living alone as far as I could tell. His leather pants were hanging on a hanger right above a hamper filled with underwear and sweatpants. I wondered if he owned a single shirt. When I thought of it. He didn’t have nipples. I knew he was packing heat though. It was hard not to let my eyes wander. He was probably meant to look menacing. And that is what turned me on the most. How he loomed over me with his massive body. I did not know many people who would have dared to throw hands with him. He could pin me down with those strong clawed fingers.
I shook the dirty thought out of my mind and tried to take off my apron. I could feel the fabric under my fingers, but I could not grab it. There was a knock on the door.
“I forgot to tell you…” he hesitated. “Human souls cannot take off their own clothes. Too many streaking incidents.”
How did I not notice? There were no mirrors in the offices for me to feel the urge to readjust. None of the clothes had gotten loose either.
“How do you know that?” I knew he had looked it up at least. Maybe I was not the first he had brought back to his place.
“A friend told me?” He said it like a question. That was one loophole around the lying thing.
The human woman didn’t have her lingerie on in the video. It was possible to take them off. I sighed in anticipation, “Can you help me?”
The door opened quick, as if he already had a hand on the doorknob.
“I can help you,” he gazed into my eyes a little abashed. “I can help you with that.”
I turned around pointing at the bow of my apron, “Start there.”
He had a good head over me, and his hands were veiny. I glance up at his face in the mirror our eyes met. He bit his lip a little as the apron hug loose on my body. He pulled the shoulder straps out of the loops and caught it as it fell. It was left hanging on the door hooks.
I turned to face him, “Next is the collar.” I lifted my chin to give him access to it. He was slow and careful undoing the metal button. He rested the collar on the back of the counter. “The skirt.” I lifted my arms. “The hooks are on the left side.” He gulped nodding as he reached for it. We were both focused on the movements of his hands. When it came to take it off, I held on to his shoulder with one hand as I stepped out. He also hung it on the door. “The bodice.”
He went to work on these hooks too mumbling, “That’s a lot of layers.” It didn’t sound like a complaint.
I couldn’t hide my prideful grin. “I made it historically accurate. Aside from the bits meant to be white being black. Well, I guess it’s all the same shade of grey now.”
He straightened up. “You made this?”
My nod was a little too enthusiastic. “By hand mostly.” All I had done with my life was getting high, stone or sewing pieces that would remain hidden in my closet. “I used to go to costume college until I couldn’t afford it. Luckily my parents were ready to pay for me to go to ‘real’ college. But I dropped out of there too.” I had even died mommy’s disappointment.
Dave put his hands on my shoulders. “I like how humans can try different things. Sometimes it leads them to make awful decisions. I don’t mean you. There are a lot of bad people roaming free in the mortal realm. The point I’m getting at is I like your individuality.”
I was now in my undergarments, looking up at him. “Aren’t you an individual too?” He had at least one hobby. I pointed at the buttons of the thin cotton garment over my chest. “Corset cover.”
He unbuttoned it. “I do what I want in my free time. But most of the time it’s just work. I did not pick my job. I was made for it. Not that I don’t like my work. I didn’t get in the department my parents wanted me to go to, but I like it here. It’s comfortable.” We were similar that way.
I wondered how much we were alike. “Do you have friends?”
He slipped off the coverlet. “I don’t really meet them in person. We play together on the computer.”
I didn’t even have internet friends. “I don’t really have a lot of friends either. Had, I guess.”
He frowned with a head tilt. “Who invited you to the party we met at?” He didn’t seem the type to judge.
I still cringed saying it. “I was invited by some folks I met at my high school reunion. I used to be a silent kid. I shared a blunt with them outside the hotel where the reunion happened. They might have felt obliged to invite me. Out of pity, I think. I didn’t plan on coming. Then it rained…” I had been dumb enough to make my props out of paper.
He was silent. Before I had to tell him, he untied my petty coat. “Did you have friends at costume college?”
“Sure.” These were the good days. “But we weren’t that close.” We would barely talk outside of school or projects.
He untied my bustle pad, and changed the subject, “What’s this?”
“It’s to define the shape of the waist.”
He was about to untie my drawls. “Hm-m.”
Something came to mind. I was curious. “Have you been close to a human before?”
“No.” he continued his movement. “Aside from my work.”
The drawls dropped to the tiles, I stepped out of them away from him and got back close while he hung the garment. I knew he had thought about it enough to browse it on a porn site.
Better ask again. Maybe then he would understand what I meant. “Do you want to get close, with me?”
He froze. I turned my back to him so he could loosen my corset.
“Close how?” he asked before working on the corset.
Now it was starting to click. Next I pointed out he was actively undressing me, “Like … what we’re doing right now.” I turned around. “You need to unclasp the front.” I tapped the steel frame.
He hung the corset on an empty pole of his towel rack. “What are we doing right now?”
I took a gander at his loose pants, and he was clearly rock hard. I couldn’t help but wet my lips. I had seen the guy stick a hook in the back of a sinner’s neck. And all I could think about was the other things he could stick in me. Like his full mast dick.
“Do you want to—” I tried to say before he pulled my slip over my head making my cap fall out in the process. My hair had already gotten a bit undone by my bender. I hadn’t been able to fix it because I didn’t have a mirror on hand.
His eyes roamed over my body settling on the scars on my thighs. “You … forget that. I won’t ask about it right now.” Self-harm had been a part of my life when I was a teen. Later I had found better coping mechanisms. Like weed. He put a hand over my hip feeling one of the thickest scars that stuck out of my skin. He traced it with his middle finger. “That’s one thing the saddens me about humans. While in the mortal realm, a lot of you suffer even if you don’t deserve it. That’s why I do my job. To punish those who deserve it, who brought suffering onto the innocent.”
I hinted at my grey clothes hanging behind the door. “Clearly, I am not that innocent. And I’m the one who put those there.”
His hand mindlessly rose to my waist. “Rare are the adults that go straight to heaven.”
I wasn’t sure if what I was about to do would increase my debt. I still wanted to try it out. I reached up to him while pulling him down towards my mouth by the nape. He replied by lifting me up against him deepening our kiss. It took him a moment to separate from me. I glanced at my dress, and it was still the same shade. I wanted to push my luck some more.
“Is this like a kink?” I wondered as he waited for my reaction, as if I was not the one who had initiated our kiss.
He picked me up to sit me on the high counter. Playing with my knee sock, he replied with a question of his own, “For you or for me?” He leaned on both arms trapping me.
I leaned towards him. “Both I guess.”
He undid my hair. “It probably is. I’ll be honest.”
We watched it fall down framing my chest. Looked back up at each other at the same time. His mouth was a little open to breathe. It made me gulp, “Why humans? Is there like something forbidden about it?”
He took off my right sock. “Not really. It’s just hard to come by some who aren’t sinners down here.”
I guessed fucking sinners was against the rules. I had fallen into one lucky loophole. “So that’s why you were so happy I could see you? Wait, if I was the only one who could see you then. I must have looked like I was on more than herb.”
He slipped his thumbs in the left sock to drag it down. “If you hadn’t died, I probably would have found just about any way to sneak out and meet you again.” He held my chin bending down for a renew exploration of my rare human’s mouth.
He leaned me back against the mirror letting his hand wander until it rubbed my inner thighs. Didn’t he have clawed hands? His nails felt blunt. He finally took his tongue out of my mouth. Fuck it was big against mine. I glanced down at his finger creeping over my flesh until it reached in between the folds of my pussy with a tentative middle finger. I looked at the other hand on the counter and there were indeed claws.
He followed the movements of my eyes. “I trimmed them earlier in the shower.” He did have plans to fuck me. “I wasn’t sure how to approach the topic.” He started looking for my clit.
I didn’t care that he brought me to his place with ulterior motives. I had other things in mind. “How long is your tongue?” He quirked a brow at my change of topic than stuck out the muscle in question. Fuck it reached below his chin. “What can you do with that thing?”
He reached my entrance and spread its wetness. “You have a dirty mind. I like what you are getting at.” He kneeled down pulling me towards him.
He spread kisses along my inner thighs. I had opened them wider to accommodate him. “How come this is possible if I’m just a soul?” I couldn’t even grab my own clothes but I wasn’t immaterial either. I could touch and move anything else.
He spread me with his thick fingers. “This isn’t the mortal realm.” These were his last words before he ate me hungrily.
His long girthy tongue did wonders up inside me. I kept glancing at my dress waiting for it to grow darker like when I lied but it did not. And Dave pinched my hip with his clawed hand every time I would take my eyes off him.
I was a little baffled that I came on a demon’s tongue, yet it wasn’t added to my sins. I was barely out of breath and strong on my feet as he let go of me. My stamina was not that good of my living.
He licked his lips with a lecherous expression making me crave for more. He turned to my dress then opened the door. “In case you were wondering.” He picked me up by my thighs forcing me to hold on to him. “Having sex is not a sin per se. As long as all parties are consenting and able to consent.”
“So, it’s not the sex parties that got me half an eternity?”
“Sometimes it’s simple stuff like ignoring people in need. Or just lying. It’s not enough to be sent to hell for eternal punishments but it’s enough to get you time in the great walk.” He kneeled down to press me against his bed.
I frowned, “Am I a bad person?”
“A little.” He was honest.
What about him? He was a literal demon.
“And you?”
He dragged his marvellous tongue on my shoulder and neck, whispering, “I’m your run of the mill demon.”
He was honest, even with himself.
I ran my fingers down his shoulders. “Are you going to punish me?”
“No.” He shook his head instantaneously. “I mean I don’t want to do to you what I do at work. Even if you like pain, I don’t think you’d like that. But I can fuck you rough if you want. Souls are … a lot more durable than mortal bodies.” As he had learned by causing my death.
I was too horny to hold a grudge. “I would love that.” He got his cock out. Now I was a little concerned. “When you said durable. Did you mean—”
He stroked his length, gazing down at me. “It’ll fit.”
My eyes were in no way seeing bigger than my pussy. “How do you know that?”
“Do you want to try?” He rubbed himself against me slowly. Raising the temptation. “If you don’t like it, there are a lot of other things we can do to get each other off.” He had already demonstrated one of them.
I gulped, “Alright.”
He was gentle at first.
When I realized I could indeed take him, I egged him on, “I thought you said you were going to fuck me rough? Got a change of—”
He shoved the rest in, taking away my breath. Even if I was dead and shouldn’t have had one in the first place. Then he pulled almost all the way out. “I was trying not to scare you. Looks like I was worried for nothing.” He plunged right back into me.
I was getting fucked deeper and harder than I ever had of my living. It had me clawing at his chest although it didn’t leave many marks. If I was living, I would feel a lot more than this dull aching stretch deep inside me. I had no body to bruise. It made me a little sad that I wouldn’t have any mark to remember this.
He gave me a hungry kiss biting down on my bottom lip, bringing me back in the moment. His hands smacked close on my waist as he straightened his back. He picked up a devilish pace pulling me against his hips violently, having me come the hardest I had known. But the pleasure was fleeting, it made me crave more. Before I could reach over another climax, he tensed and pulled out painting my chest and stomach with his cum.
He fell over next to me catching his breath.
“What’s making you frown like that?” he turned to his side watching me.
“It is different than when I was alive. I feel a lot less after I come. It’s frustrating.”
“Maybe it’s because you are meant to repent still.” He yawned.
Was it worth it if it was going to be this frustrating? I turned my head to look at him. “When can you go at it again?”
He sighed, “Morning at best. But that’s just my cock.”
“I’m using your shower. For real this time.” I patted his arm not even half as exhausted as he was. “Morning it is.” Of my living I would also get drowsy after I came.
“Suit yourself.” He rolled on his back eyes half-closed. “If you want to play my games make new characters.”
“I won’t use yours.” I sprung up treading to the bathroom. “Your friends would start to wonder why you play like shit all the sudden.” I was probably going to end up getting a look at what kind of smut hell’s internet had to offer anyway.
When I came out the shower, I tried to grab a towel, but my fingers wouldn’t catch on the fabric. I sighed and poked my head out the door. Dave was sound asleep. I hoped he wouldn’t mind me sitting buck naked on his computer chair until morning. Creeping to the main room, I notice the leftovers still covered on the counter. I shoved it back in his fridge, it was almost empty. Just like mine used to be.
Happy Saturday to all! There is a new short story of mine out and about.
It’s titled “Queen Of The Cage Fights”.
It is out on Patreon. It will make its way here in a month.
For now, here is a short summary and a cover reveal:
In this story Lance, a warlock from a farming settlement, journeys to the Outside City to participate in the Cage Fights organized by Mephisto and his business partners. His goal, beating the reigning final champion, Queen Alisun. But things did not go as planned when their fight began.
[Contains]: Shapeshifting anthropomorphic cat X human warlock, 1st person POV, Cis male MC & Cis female love interest. A quick short following the events of Kitty Comes Home and The Cat That Got The Cream.
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“Two Maids And Their Wolf” is now available for free members of the Patreon and will be posted here in two weeks. Here is the link for that:
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“Bathtubs And Other Things” has been made available here on Tumblr. (It’s the follow-up story to “A Pleasant Haunting.”)
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We are finally renovating
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(Summary): Following the events of “A Pleasant Haunting”.
We are finally renovating my shitty bathroom, but the quest to get the new tub up and installed doesn’t go as planned. And we might have gotten lost along the way.
(Warning): Smut, tentacles, butt stuff, breeding, brat taming, invisibility.
(Contains): Human X extra-dimensional tentacle monster, 1st person POV, Cis female MC & Genderless love interest, fated mates, invisible lover.
Word count: 2973
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For a one-night trip to the same town I resided in, I would appear to have over packed. But these two bags were essential. My partner was groping my thigh the whole drive, breathing down my neck during the checking in process and kissing my nape in the elevator. As soon as we were in the suite. They closed the door and took the bags out of my hands.
“You get ready.” They kissed my cheek. “I’ll get our playlist going on the living room TV.” They locked the manual lock and the bags floated away to the bedroom while the television got turned on.
Off with the renovation-stained clothes. On my back was a loose cropped top and special panties. For an interdimensional being, their kinks were vanilla. Brat taming and anal. Breeding was lurking under the surface, but they were careful not to do it often, since it would change my body chemistry and physiology over time.
Leading us to that fateful evening. Even if we had been together for only three months, I was ready to become their mate, officially. To do so, I would ingest some of their blood. Eventually we would be able to have children. For that we had to get my body ready. Which meant plenty of creampies and that was very much up my alley.
I ran to the living room, jumping onto the couch. Or more like, onto the invisible being sitting on it.
They caught me, of course, in a net of tentacles. I had been waiting for this suite for two months and the fact we had all night to mess around and I didn’t work the next day had me giggling as my partner lowered me onto their lap.
I could hear one of my favourite RnB songs playing while stealing a kiss from them.
“Are you certain you cannot see me? You always seem to know where to find me.” One hand groped my butt. The other, my nape. And numerous tentacles slithered all over the rest, leaving a slimy film on my skin and clothes.
I grinned, finding their hidden eyes and said, “It’s like I have an extra sense just to know where you are.”
They sighed petting the sides of my face, “I… love is too weak of a word.”
I reached for their ear, holding them tight, “Instead of Hubby or dear. May I call you my mate?”
“Are you proposing, my love?”
“If that’s what you want to call it. I want to be with you till we die, no matter how long that is.” My grin grew as their grip tightened around me. “Fuck me until you put a baby in me, my mate.”
They started to shake a little, tugging on my shirt to kiss the exposed skin.
“Are you cert—?”
“I know what I want. And that is you.”
“And you are certain you don’t want a grand gesture?”
“I don’t want world domination. I want you.” I could feel them smile against my skin. “But if you want a gesture… I’ll take plenty of cum in all my holes with a side of mind shattering orgasms.”
“Is that for here or to go?”
“Right,” I guided their hand to my core. “Here.” I moaned when their fingers found the slit in the middle.
“You bought crotchless ones?” they purred in satisfaction, frozen for a second before teasing my pussy everywhere but my clit. For now.
I blushed remembering how I acquired them.
“I got them during a sale,” I said a little too quietly.
Lots of people in that sex shop. It was closing for good and they weren’t really on the lookout for shoplifters.
My mate grabbed my jaw, firm but gentle, and asked, “What did you do? You are flushed with the type of guilt that makes you horny.”
“They might be stolen.”
“Look, who is the thief now?” one hand left and one of their slippery tentacles graced my pussy in a teasing motion.
“At least I didn’t steal from the sweet people at the hardware store.”
A gasp escaped me when one of their limbs smacked my ass. Oh, that sweet sting.
“Got more smartass comments, you little brat?”
We had already gone over the fact I was tiny to him. In this form we were of a similar size but my mate was able to swallow up the whole earth in one bite.
Didn’t stop me from running my mouth, “Little? What are you? A creep?”
“I’m not the one trying to ride a monster’s tentacles right now.”
Now that had me frown genuinely, “You’re not a monster.”
“I believe the specific term your kind uses is ‘eldritch horror’ is that right?”
That term did not fit them either.
So I argued, “But there is nothing horrible about you.”
They bit my shoulder playfully while a tentacle slid inside of me. “You sweet brat.” Hands slipped under my shirt to fondle my breasts.
“Fuck…” I rolled my hips holding on to the back of their neck. “Are you going to fill me up?”
The tentacles and hands stopped moving, having me frown again.
They spoke soon after, “I thought you were going to call me your mate from now on.”
“You really expect me to use it every time I ask you for something?”
“Yes. Especially while I’m fucking you, little mate,” they said, thumbs playing with my nipples.
“Not that you are at this moment,” I grumbled.
Brave of me to say with their tentacles in my pussy. Just as I thought that, they thrust while another started teasing my ass. I clung to them tighter.
“You may ask that question again, my mate.”
“Are you going to fill me with your cum, my mate?” I moaned out the title as they sped up to reward me.
Part of me wanted to argue as always. The need to have an orgasm had gotten the better of me.
“So obedient,” they purred.
Never mind, I bit them. Even growled a little out of frustration.
They laughed at that, “My needy little beast, you.”
“Fuck you,” I struggled to say.
“That’s what I’m doing, my mate.” Their shutter indicated to me what I already knew. They were using a mating appendage from the start. They were as impatient as I was.
A hand of theirs hurried to rub my clitoris while my ass slowly got pushed into. My breath hiccupped and I finally got what I needed as they painted my quivering walls.
“How many times should we do this?” I kissed their cheeks before biting their earlobe.
“As many times as you want.”
“I mean to have a kid.”
For once they did not have a quick reply.
After a minute of silence, I asked, “Is the fact I want kids with you that shocking?”
“Kids? Plural?” It was a whisper in the back of my mind.
“Is that a deal breaker?”
“It isn’t,” that was more assertive. “It is a very long-term commitment—‘
‘An eternity to my feeble human mind. Isn’t it?’
“It could take several decades for us to conceive. Your body will have to go through changes.” Their hands caressed my back. “We will need to exchange plenty of bodily fluids.”
I looked down feeling cum dripping down my thighs, even if I could not see it.
“Best get to it then.” I grinned then jumped off them. “Let’s get off this couch before we stain it.”
They swooped me into their embrace and carried me to the bedroom. Towels followed us from the bathroom.
“I would like to try something new.” They put me down on the bed.
“Ooh, what is it?”
“I want to grow a cock.” They already had plenty of those. And they were plenty great. My mate must have sensed my confusion because they added, “On my crotch, little Mate. I want to try fucking like a human.”
I laughed, “I thought you saw humans as beasts.”
“Yes and?”
I gasped, “Is that your version of kink? Taking a lower life form’s shape to fuck like them…you’re a furry!”
“And you desire to mate an eldritch horror. We should both be thankful for the other’s odd proclivities.”
“You want to fuck me like a beast?” I took a sultry tone crawling to them on all fours with an arched back.
They grabbed my hair to tilt my head up and kissed me, “What do you have in mind?”
I took a breath as he freed my mouth and asked, “Wanna try doggy style?”
“Yes.”
“Which hole?”
“You’re pussy.”
“Ooh, the classic one.”
“To start with. Be good enough and I’ll add more to the mix.”
I gasped dramatically, “But I hate being good.”
“I know. Start by showing me that sweet rear of yours.”
“Panties on or off?” I asked instead.
“On. Isn’t that why they are crotchless?”
“Wait.” I had an inkling. “Where have you seen a human penis before?” I sat down facing them.
“The internet.”
I held my breath, seeing the disaster in the making. I asked, “What kind of video?”
“Biology books and articles.”
That had me sigh, “That’s a relief. I was afraid you were going to go above an eight incher. I’m not built for that.”
“I know how much you can take.” They traced the outline of my ear. “You act as if we have not been…fucking like rabbits? That is the phrase, right?”
“Yes, it is. And sorry, I’ve seen what you added to my computer’s search history and got a little nervous.”
They took two seconds too long to reply, “Search history?”
“Yea, I can see what you look up online. I was looking for a page I didn’t have the link for anymore and…you are a curious one.”
“I’m keeping an open mind in case you ask for weird things again.”
“Anal beads are not that strange.”
“My appendages are not made to morph into that shape.”
“You managed.” I traced a finger along their right ribs.
“Because I would rather it be me fucking you than some toys.”
“Why? Are you territorial over some silicone?”
“I love feeling your insides squeeze around me. Not just the moans that rip out of you along with each ridge coming in and out.” So, he did enjoy the time we experimented with that.
“I do enjoy you pulsing inside of me.” I tapped my chin with my finger. “Are you going to grow that cock anytime soon?”
“It’s already here.” They guided my hand down.
“It… does not have balls?” I narrowed my eyes a little confused. “Why?”
“My gonads are inside my body.”
“I mean, aesthetically speaking. Why no balls?”
“Why would it need balls if not for reproduction?”
“It’s part of the experience. Gets that satisfying slap going.”
“Does it provide further stimulation?”
“Yea.”
“Fine then.”
They grew out of them, in my hand that had been cupping the vacant area. I took my hand off with a shiver of disgust.
“What’s wrong now?” they said, all innocent.
“Heads up next time,” I requested. “That was weird.”
“Excuse me, what about our relationship is not weird? Why do you draw the line at me growing the balls you insisted I have?” They had a point, but…
“It felt like a balloon made of flesh,” I explained.
He pressed a finger against my right breast and asked, “That is a sac of fat is it not?”
“And?”
“My kind do not have those. But I got over it.”
They got over it fast, alright.
“Well,” I wanted to shift the topic to stop mentally looping the sensation of those fake balls growing in my hand. “I’m not the furry trying to fuck a lower life form with a fake dick.”
“You are not a lower life form. You are my mate. And this is not a fake dick.”
I gasped, “And you are making me a higher life form?”
“I would not say higher…”
I blinked slowly waiting to see where they were going with that.
“Just different,” they continued. “With a different lifespan and abilities.”
“And that is to be done through fluid exchanges?” I was getting tired and just wanted to cum again.
“Those creampies you love. Also, blood for the mating bond.”
“Hmm, yes, more of that would be nice.”
“Right now?”
“Isn’t that what we were doing? Wait, can you even cum with that human cock?”
“Yes.” They kissed me the way I loved, with that inhumanly long tongue. “I’ll fill you up good, my mate.”
With a mouth and throat full of tongue, I could not make any comebacks. Not that I quite wanted to when they maneuvered me on their dick. They let me lower myself onto it. Hands on my hips, they stopped kissing me to suck at the skin of my neck.
I tried to ride it. But it was boring. After all the times my mate had made me see stars or faint because I came so hard from all their inhuman parts.
“Please play with my ass, my mate.” I tried to be nice. But they loved me for the brat that I was.
That must have been why they used a finger of all things. I smacked their hand and they pulled it away.
“You just asked me to. What’s going on?”
“Not with your hand,” I said, still fucking them.
“I thought we were role playing.” They were more serious about that than I thought.
“You weren’t role playing with that tongue,” I pointed out.
“Fine.”
I smiled a little early, getting a faster pace.
They added, “I’ll keep my tongue human sized then.”
“No!” I grabbed their shoulders and leaned into their face. “That human dick is enough of a compromise. I need at least a tentacle in my ass.”
“In its usual shape?”
“Yes,” I damn near purred, biting their earlobe. “I want to be full of you. Don’t you want that too, my mate?”
“Your sweet-talking is a little creepy,” they complained.
“Fine then.” I hopped off. “If you don’t want to fuck me. I’ll just take a bath alone.” I scurried to the bathroom, knowing they would follow.
“Oh, no, you are not,” they lifted me in the air midway.
Their body reached me a couple of seconds after the tentacles. And with their body they pressed me against the wall.
“Why are you running away?” they petted my face gently.
I scoffed, “Here I thought you wanted me to be a brat.”
“Oh…” They lick along my shoulder to my ear with that enormous tongue. “Do you still want to fuck?”
“Why else am I doing this? Now either you keep playing shitty games and lose me for the night, or you fuck be for all the effort I have put in to being a good girl. It’s simple.”
They shivered, slowly thrusting their human dick in me. “Slap me and I will fill your ass and cunt with all the cum you want.”
Took me a second to reply, “In the face?”
“Yes.”
I rolled my eyes like a brat, even if on the inside I was thrilled. They were finally developing a kink I found actually entertaining.
So, I did. I slapped them hard enough for my hand to sting. And it was a lot more fun than I expected. It had me giggle until they shoved a tentacle in my ass.
Finaly.
I even bit their shoulders instead of breathing. They shivered again. That unleashed something in them. Having me bite them more and claw at their ribs and ass cheeks. If acting like a beast turned them on…I just had to think of it as primal play.
Meeting them, thrust for thrust. Grunting moaning and even growling when I latched onto them, teeth first as my cunt seized up on them. Then the sweet release, slippery and hot filling my insides. I was rendered a loose sac of potatoes. Just catching my breath in bliss as they carried me to the bathroom. They undressed me fully and held me up in the shower to clean me before our bath.
“Do you still want my blood?” they broke our silence.
“Yes,” I whispered, relaxing under the hot water.
There, a simple kiss. But it was wetter, sloppier and mind-blowing. I sucked their lip into my mouth, eyes closed. Their blood tasted like nothing, yet I felt light as ever. When I opened my eyes, their face was visible to me. Their lip bleeding, I could see their blood. It was black, purple and shimmered, tentacles a similar color. Skin of their main body like a starry night. Eyes shining like suns. Maybe they were suns. Hair changing colours like an aurora.
Without a word. I bit my own bottom lip until it bled a little and joined our mouths once more. They turned off the water, carrying me to the foamy tub in their arms.
“You’re so…beautiful,” I babbled.
“Thanks.” Their mouth moved, their voice sounding like multiple all at once, low and high pitched, echoing and reverberating against the fabric of reality itself. Only to speak into my mind as before. “Let me hold you, my mate.”
“Always.” I grinned as they lowered me into the bathtub.
Now, I could see their tentacles moving. They were nimble, getting the bath bomb in my hands underwater in my hands and opening the tube of clay mask before lathering it on my face. They also rubbed my shoulders as we soaked.
“Tomorrow morning we are getting the connectors on our way back home.”
“Connectors?” I gasped, “The tub…”
“Love baths,” they mumbled in my mind, holding my waist and kissing my jaw.
“Well, we have plenty ahead of us.” I leaned back on them into a cozy cuddle.
(Summary): Following the events of “A Pleasant Haunting”.
We are finally renovating my shitty bathroom, but the quest to get the new tub up and installed doesn’t go as planned. And we might have gotten lost along the way.
(Warning): Smut, tentacles, butt stuff, breeding, brat taming, invisibility.
(Contains): Human X extra-dimensional tentacle monster, 1st person POV, Cis female MC & Genderless love interest, fated mates, invisible lover.
Word count: 2150
Read Part 2
Months of savings, all to get the materials to renovate my trailer house’s crappy bathroom. A month of waiting for that bathtub. The one I ordered at the local department store. It was a find from their online catalogue. I fell in love.
Free-standing, a solid base and eggshell white. It came with the perfect detached faucet with a shower head attachment on the side to get rinsed on the way out.
My partner checked the measurements. It could fit in. At a weird angle, it would take up more than half the bathroom. We had been tiling the floor after taking out the old tub with a showerhead and the whole vinyl flooring. I had already bought the soap holder that would fit into the triangle of empty space.
This was the kind of bathtub dreams are made out of.
The invisible owner of the hand resting on my thigh was in a pondering mood, “I still don’t understand why you waited so long.” They were sitting beside me in the car on the drive to the department store.
“We went through the logistics of it, dear.” I sighed and continued, “Stealing the bathtub from the Lilac inn’s penthouse suite was not an option.”
Their first idea was to swallow it and walk out. But the suite was booked for the whole summer. Even if I was on the waiting list for openings… A tub vanishing while some tourists stayed there would bring too much attention to our little town.
Pretending to be a ghost and haunt the inn would not deter those desperate tourists whose backup was already that inn. Our town was not quite by the sea. Forty minutes from the beach. North-eastern Atlantic beach, full of nasty seaweed covered in flies.
There were more complicated plans to acquire that tub. Like breaking and entering in the dead of night to mess with the plumbing until the suite was put under maintenance. Knock out the plumber, steal the tub and… Have the van disappear and relocate the poor, innocent victim to another country. As if they got kidnapped by aliens. There was no way that would have worked.
“At least I have the tools.” They patted my knee. “Those little things were much easier to steal. I just had to wait until the store was closed and swipe them off at odd angles on the shelves. The security cameras didn’t see a thing.”
“What else have you been stealing?”
“Food at the grocery store.”
“When!?” I gasped.
We could afford food at least!
“You’ve never wondered how I could make these elaborate dishes out of the little ingredients you put at my disposal?”
“I think you might have kleptomania.” I turned out of the main road to the store’s parking lot. “Do you feel the urge to steal things wherever you are?
“When I need them.”
“I’ll make sure never to invite people to the house. I’m afraid they’ll leave without their wallets.”
“Wallets! I didn’t think of that. You always have great ideas my love.”
“No! you are not stealing wallet! We’ll get caught if we use people’s credit cards on online purchases.”
“I was thinking of taking physical cash. Not the full wallets.”
“Anyhow,” I blushed and parked us, “At least the tub will be paid for.”
“We are sorry.” The clerk searched in the system, squinting at his screen. “We had an accident in the warehouse.” Leaning back, he gulped when I grabbed the counter. “The forklift broke the wrapping, and the tub got scratched up pretty bad,” he rushed to add before pausing to figure out how to announce more of those bad news. “Since it was ordered and we don’t have another in store, it could take another month until we get another delivered.”
This would not do!
I had taken my only week of vacation to supervise the renovations. The old tub was already taken out. And those showers with the hose outside could not be extended further into fall.
I leaned in closer over the counter, still gripping the edge of it, “Does it still hold water?”
The poor kid didn’t know how to react, “P-probably. It wasn’t’ broken. But it is scratched. I can offer a full reimbursement of partial if you order another one.”
That was a relief. It could still work as a bathtub.
So, I asked, “Can I still have the scratched one?”
“Ask for a discount,” my partner whispered into my mind.
“On a discount?” I added to the clerk.
“I will need to ask my manager if we can still sell it to you,” he did not appear as hopeful as I wished he was.
Nonetheless I implored him, “Please do.”
We waited at the pickup counter for a few minutes. Until the kid showed up with a man in his sixties wearing expensive ergonomic shoes.
“I heard you still want that tub?” he asked as he walked behind the counter followed by the clerk.
“Yes! I need it.” I said, with a sharp nod. “I need it before the end of the week.”
“I’ll handle it from here.” He said to that kid.
“Are we going to get in any trouble over this?” I wondered, thinking about the legality of the deal we were about to make.
He acted in charge but he was not wearing a uniform.
“Not if you can keep a secret. I’m Karl Peel, I own this store.” Made sense. His name was on the sign outside. “Here is what we are going to do. I’ll give you a full reimbursement. You go to the bank across the street and take out…” he checked the screen. “About five hundred dollars cash. You head to the back pay with that money. We’ll help you load it, and I will write down that it went to the landfill.”
An invisible hand plopped on my shoulder, “I like him!” they were too fond of illegal activities for my liking.
“You’ve got a deal,” I put my hand forth.
In this specific instance, I would one hundred per cent shake the old man’s hand for the crime we were about to commit together.
My tub. I would finally have it!
He shook my hand with a warm smile of a businessman making a win-win deal. Then he asked, “Will you need to rent a truck to move it?”
“I already reserved it,” I assured him.
“Great. Once you have the cash ready, get the key to the truck and drive to the back. I will open the back gate for you.”
“Great.” I repeated after him and we parted ways.
As per his instructions, I waited in the rental van with the cash. Along with the extra-dimensional entity stubborn to be a stay-at-home spouse.
“I feel a little bad I stole from this store. These are nice folks.” My dear hubby was regretful now. Puts the talks of planetary inhalation and world domination into perspective.
“You can always make money magically appear in one of the cash registers,” I suggested tapping the steering wheel with a finger.
“Whose?”
“Cash register?” I did not know the employees here. Who would be the most convenient ones to—
“Whose money?” They clarified.
Oh…
“You could steal cash from people you witness being dickheads,” I laughed. “Give it to people who need it. Robin Hood style.”
“Should I do the same with the grocery store? Slip money in the till as I leave?”
“Make a list and I’ll buy the stuff.”
“But it won’t be a surprise.” They got a little whiny.
“You can surprise me in other ways…” I bit my bottom lip a little, my mind already taking the filthiest route. “Like in that bathtub once we get it going.”
“I love how horny that soaker makes you.”
“Are you sure you can install it right?” I shifted in my seat, the seam of my pants suddenly noticeable.
“I am. We’re fucking in that tub tonight. Tomorrow morning if those instruction videos lied to me.”
“We managed to get the old one out without causing a flood.”
“The tiles are getting done setting as we speak. What if we put a drain on the floor and turn the whole thing into a wet room?”
“I would want a wide rain head. Put the toilet into the closet. Add a bench and handles where it used to be.”
“Since when do we need handles?” a hand crept up my thigh while a tentacle caressed the rim of my ear. “For you, I’ll turn that trailer house into a damn palace.” They kissed my jaw.
“With a donjon in the basement?” I laughed.
“With whips, chains and everything nice.” They joked.
They did not need any of those when they had tentacles.
“Honey!” I smacked their hand. “He’s opening the back door!”
“I’ll let you get away. For now.” They let go of my ear as I opened the window for further instructions.
I drove the truck to the back door where my tub was getting wheeled out on moving planks. The wrap had been massacred but we didn’t care.
“Here.” The owner handed me half a tiny bucket of paint. After I handed the money. “It’s not the right colour, but this paint is for metals. It will prevent the outside from rusting where the scratch is.”
“Thanks.”
His guys were getting the tub loaded in the back of the van.
“Are you going to be able to get it in your house on your own?”
“My husband took half the day off. Him and his friends must be there now having a beer, waiting for me to drive it in.”
“You lie so naturally my love. I’m impressed.” My “husband” sighed with pride.
“Have a good day then.” The owner and I shook hands again. “Nice doing business with you.”
I could hear them rummage in the bathroom while I helped myself with yesterday’s leftovers. God, I loved baked zitis. The fatty pork sauce was simply divine. Five tutorials or more later, and the noise died down.
Right as the silence hit, I got a notification on my phone.
“My love…”
“What is it?” I walked into the bathroom holding the plastic container while shoving more food into my mouth.
“We don’t have the right connectors. I will need to head back to the store.”
“You are not stealing from these nice people again. I’ll drive back.” I glanced at my laptop on top of the toilet’s closed lid. “Send an email to self with the one you need. It’ll show on my phone.”
“Or I can come with you and tell you which one it is.”
I got a call this time. It was the Lilac inn.
With a gasp, I asked, “Is the suite available?!” very loud into the phone.
“Yes, are you Miss Spencer, Cassandra?” It was the rugged voice of the woman I had called many a time with great desperation.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“We got a cancellation tonight. Would you like the suite?”
“Yes please!”
“We are getting it ready. You can have it after four in the afternoon. You just need to check in.”
“Thank you! So much!” I hung up. “We got the suite.” I cheered, dancing a little. “Damn it we are fresh out of wine. We can get room service desert!”
“You want to cheat on us?” they got offended.
“Us?” I frowned. “Honey, we’ll both be cheating on that tub together. And like you said, we have the wrong connectors. We can pick them up tomorrow on our way back.”
“You might as well cheat on me too. That tub and I have gone through a lot in the past two hours.”
I crossed my arms with a scoff, “You’ve been on the computer trying to figure out how to install it the whole time. I even heard you get lost watching a bunch of shorts for thirty minutes.”
“I made promises to that tub,” they insisted.
Locating their shoulders in the empty space, I reached to their ear to say, “I’ll let you cum inside.”
“Inside where?”
“I guess that’s for you to find out.”
“Damn it, get in the car.” They were getting breathy, even the voice speaking in my mind. “No wait. Let’s pack up some bath bombs.”
“The sexy ones, without the glitter?” I grinned.
“I love you.”
I walked out chuckling, “And I love how easy to convince you are.”
“When can we check in?”
“In an hour. I have just the lingerie for this situation,” I said before rushing to the bedroom.
“Can’t wait to see which ones. I’ll get the bubbles and the bombs. Oh, shampoo too with the fancy hair mask. The clay!”
They were really getting into aftercare since our first night together. Although they often ended up fucking me stupid all over again.
Happy Friday the 13 to all! There are new short stories of mine out and about.
They are out on Patreon. They will make their way here eventually.
For now, here are some cover reveals and summaries:
“Bathtubs and Other Things”
Following the events of “A Pleasant Haunting”.
We are finally renovating my shitty bathroom, but the quest to get the new tub up and installed doesn’t go as planned. And we might have gotten lost along the way.
“Two Maids and Their Wolf”
Prior to the events of “The Evil and The Rock” part of the “Monsters and Their Brides” anthology which also includes “Carnivorous Flowers Smell the Sweetest”.
Rose
We were just trying to have some fun the night before a busy day at the royal castle. Then Ludwig got attacked by a werewolf. The resulting bite changing him…
Kenzie
I was fooling around with Rose in the hay barn when Ludwig came to us late, bleeding and running away from a werewolf. Danger passed, but Ludwig was not as he was before. Oddly enough, it did not change our plans for the night.
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(Summary): Lucretia was made in an abandoned branch of the Weyland corporation. Part human and part xenomorph queen, she has been treated like a fighting dog her whole life. Until she meets Augi, a Yautja trapped on the base with her pup.
Warning: Death, violence, trauma responses.
Contains: slice of life in multiple pov following different characters and how they interact with each other.
Word count Part Five: 728
Word count Part Six: 463
Read Parts 1-2-3-4-7-8
Part Five
Lucy POV
I was successful in my vengeance. The Yautja’s disc was sharp and a good help when it came to decapitating the xenomorph queen. It might seem heartless of me, since she was my sister and all. But, ever since she started laying eggs, she had changed. She dared to attempt to assimilate me into her hive regularly. I am the strongest queen and proved it by killing her. One of the female Yautja’s weapons, a retractable spear, was heavily decorated with tiny skulls, so I decided to give her that queen’s head. I had also rid it of its insides, so, by the time I had carried it to the hangar, it drained pretty well. It was a bit too heavy for the little rover but it managed to get to the ship.
The cargo door opened.
“I got a gift for you pretty lady,” I called out.
I saw Straggler wave at me with an arm he had picked up. He came to me and screeched at the head I had picked up.
“What’s with the arm you weirdo?” I asked.
It wasn’t even the arm of somebody with high clearance. I knew that because I recognized Steve’s tattoo on it. Jerry walked out of the ship, followed by the Yautja carrying her sleepy kid.
“I got you something,” I told her as I took the head out of the back of the rover. The damn thing was almost as big as me. “Wouldn’t it look great mounted up in a living room?”
“What a great trophy to exhibit in such a shit ship,” she commented all sassy.
The voice of her translator was way too high for her awesome built.
“Come on! I spent years fixing it in secret. If she makes it out of the atmosphere, we could easily take a spin across the galaxy,” I argued.
“I already sent a distress signal. Now that I am free. People of my clan will come for me and my pup,” she stated.
“We still have to get off this planet before anybody from Weyland gets here to retrieve any assets, namely you, me and Straggler over there.” I turn to the nimble xenomorph, “Although, you are not coming with us. Knowing you, you might try to kill us in our sleep.”
He nodded in agreement. Everything about this xenomorph was odd. But, I was not the one to judge as a hybrid.
“I thought you were controlling him!” exclaimed Jerry, who hid from Straggler behind the mother and her child. She scoffed at him and the oddity hissed.
“Oh. No. We’re linked, but that bastard has allegiance to no one. He was captured on a civilian ship and it was not adrift. I heard it had been bloody carnage in there. Anyway, he helped out to kill the scientists that were torturing him. And he wants me to owe him, which is suspicious. But, hey, it’s too late to say no anyway.”
Straggler opened his mouth and snapped with his smaller mouth at the severed head. He had not been too keen on forced assimilation either. I handed back the disc to its owner. The unusual xenomorph wasted no time in hopping on the little rover. He turned the ignition before driving away with the lone forearm strapped to the passenger seat. We headed inside and I carried my trophy.
“How come the hard meat drives?” asked the yautja.
“I never asked,” I answered, “All I know is that he’s probably going to find his way off this planet himself.”
He was the one who taught me how spaceships functioned. Without him I would have never learned to pilot one. I closed the doors and verified that all the airlocks were airtight. I made sure everything was ready for liftoff while my group found their seats. The last step in preparation was to strap everybody in. Thankfully, there were enough seats but no seatbelt would fit the grown Yautja. Her child, though, was secured. Therefore, she was not too anxious. Not until I turn on the motors.
“Have you ever driven a ship like this?” she asked.
“I’ve never driven any ships before, but I sure know how,” I told her then yelled out. “So, hold on to your butts. This will be a rocky ride.”
She was about to say something, but I floored it.
Part Six
Jerry POV
Once we got out of the atmosphere, I felt myself become weightless. The big woman with the bug face was visibly angry but the voice of her translator only had one intonation.
“This relic doesn’t even have artificial gravity?” she complained.
The smaller version of her played with his floating dreads.
“This relic is protecting us from the vacuum of space. So show it some respect, will you?” replied Lucy.
She had spent a decade fixing it. Claiming it to simply be a playground. There were no engineers on the base to notice what she was actually doing. I was shocked when she told me.
“Where are we heading to captain?” I wondered out loud.
“Yh557’s 4th moon. I think it’ll be a decent hiding spot. It’s nearby yet far enough to buy us time if a Weyland ship comes by,” she answered.
I had no clue where that was, I didn’t even know which galaxy we were in. Weyland never bothered to tell rehabilitation workers like me. I was surprised an experiment like her would know as much as she did.
“What’s the plan after that?” I asked, we couldn’t stay in that tin forever, let alone a month or however how long before a relay.
“I have no idea,” she admitted shamelessly.
Great so we were stuck in a death trap.
“Is there a toilet in here?” I worried.
“There’s a suction tube,” assured me the idiot, who clearly never had to use one before.
“This ship belongs in a scrap yard,” the big alien remarked accurately.
“It’s where I got her from,” Lucy said before defending it again. “Listen, she had to look like shit or else they would have thought it could fly.”
The scaly, humanoid looked at her gauntlet, then unstrapped the little one.
She made a series of noises I assumed to be words. The child pushed his back paws against the back rest, gliding to Lucy’s head. He grabbed onto her hair, making creepy clicking sounds. I don’t think she had ever interacted with a child before.
“Nice to see you like me tiny fighter,” she told him with a grin.
At least she didn’t eat him, yet. He crawled down her back, making her laugh.
“Ow!” she let out after getting her tail tugged. She pulled him off of her and held him in front of her face. Her grin had changed from amused to vicious. “Wanna go for a spin kiddo?”
The big one observed in silence. He was spun a few times, inciting more clicking to ensue. After that she gently propelled him towards the giantess who caught him.
“You seemed immature enough to be a child’s playmate,” commented the mother.
I would be more inclined to say she had a sunny disposition.
In a world where pollution has reached its peak, cities were built for the elite. Air, filtered. Water, purified. Food, delivered from farms far from these metropolises. This is not ‘The Lorax’; trees are plentiful away from cities. Most people live from the earth sending crops to the rich in their closed off communities. Farmers sell the leftovers to those living in the ancient work camps now unfiltered cities of their own.
The stories in this short anthology take place in the city outside “Paradise Dome,” known to outsiders as the Bubble.
Sort of sci-fi with a paranormal twist. Be ready for telepathic cats, anthropomorphic werewolves, warlocks, devils, standard humans and more.
In this story Kitty discovers the reason why Mephisto the devil cursed her boyfriend Dante with lycanthropy.
(Warning): Smut, Kotting, fighting pit.
(Contains): Shapeshifting cat X Cursed human, 1st person POV, Cis female MC & Cis male love interest. A quick short following the events of Kitty Comes Home and set up for future stories.
Word count: 1440
Read Part 1
This “chamber” looked like a donjon. Aside from the chains on the damp stone wall. There was a bed sunken in the ground. The grey, shiny sheets seemed clean if I ignored the claw tears and bits of blood stains. They did not look clean as much as they smelled of fresh laundry. Some of the pillows were patched up or had claw marks sewn to keep the stuffing in. The floors had drains too.
“Wear this.” Mephisto threw me a bundle that had been waiting on the edge of the bed. “I wouldn’t want him to tear apart your new clothes.”
They were nowhere as fancy as those clothes I had brought back from the bubble that my father, who had disowned me, probably sold off by then.
The skirt in that bundle would not cover my rear even if the waist seemed to be big enough to fit me. The skimpy red and laced underwear still had plastic tags. The black and white checkers, button up shirt would need to be tied under my breasts. No way those buttons could close. It all smelled of the same detergent as the bed sheets.
“Since when did you have this planned?” Clearly, the room had been prepped for this.
“Since I saw him carry you on the street, all the way to my building and most likely to his bed,” since my heat, he meant.
“May I change on my own?” I hinted he should leave. “Or are you that much of a creep?”
“I will leave as you wish.” He walked out and closed the heavy, drop down, metal doors that needed some oil.
I checked for cameras and found one aimed at the wall of chains.
I changed behind it to be out of view. The clothes all fit. It was tight, in a way it was meant to be. The panties had a hole in the back for a tail, the lace around it had been cut. I was curious how he knew Dante liked me with my tail out.
A voice arose from a speaker embedded in the ceiling. Mephisto. “Now, I won’t aim the camera at the bed. But the microphone will stay on as a safety measure. Do you have a safe word you would like to use?”
“Is it that dangerous?” I grabbed my own tail that was out by then along with my cat ears.
“I don’t think he will hurt you. I don’t think he will stop either. If you want him to, say your safe word and I will come chain him.”
I let go of my tail saying, “Strawberry.”
“Lucky you, you got to eat fruit in the bubble.”
“It’s my favourite type of artificial flavouring,” I hesitated. “Also, my favourite fruit.”
“Ah. Looks like he’s victorious again. He’ll be here in a minute. Are you still sure about this?”
I scoffed.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I whispered and answered, “I trust him.”
“You surprise me. I’ll leave you to it, I guess.”
I sat down on the bed’s edge after putting my clothes in a corner. I was cleaning my nails. The second hand was up when the other set of steel doors opened. Dante was still in his beast form as expected. Stumping his way in with a snarl. He was looking around ready to fight again.
Then he saw me and his shoulders unwound. He approached carefully. There was blood on his chest. His wounds were still closing.
“Hello Dante.” I curled and uncurled my tail against my thigh seductively.
He let himself fall down to sit beside me, grabbed my waist and settled me on his lap. He stuffed his snout between my breasts and dragged his tongue up to my cheek. I took this chance to scratch the sides of his head and get in his mind.
“Dante, do you want me to leave?”
His mouth closed on my shoulder gently with a growl. His claws dug a little into my hip as he pulled me close against him.
“I love you, Kitty,” he thought, at least the human part of him that spoke. “Even if you like to fuck me in this state like a weirdo.”
I was already purring my way out of his mouth. He began to clean me instead. I giggled, adding this out loud, “You’re the weird one. I’m a cat.”
He shook my hands off his head. I had to grab hold of his shoulders as he aimed for my throat nipping. The skirt flew off into two pieces. He gently clawed right about my tail, renewing my purr with intensity. I found myself climbing him, feeling the urge to clean his ears.
The tail hole of my panties got ripped open, then the sides until the laced thing went flying too. He pressed me down against the underside of his cock. It was my first time actually seeing it in that form. That… had been inside of me, it should fit. I hoped. The knot at the base made me sweat every time I glanced at it.
Dante slid us unto the bed. He sliced his claw under the knot closing my shirt, cutting away from me. He tasked himself with cleaning my chest. I kneed at his shoulders, shivering every time his tongue dragged over a nipple. Loving his attention. The affection behind every lick.
His tongue travelled down until he nipped at my inner thighs. Then he slipped an arm under my ass to latch his mouth around my crotch. One moment, I felt his burning breath against my tender flesh. The other I mewled as he caught a taste and dug inside with the long muscle.
The arm beneath my butt prevented my weight from pulling me down on his bottom jaw. His teeth weren’t razor-sharp, but I preferred them only grazing me. His other hand pawed at my plush stomach, keeping me still. His wet snout pressed under my belly as he huffed like a hungry beast.
When Mephisto said fight or fuck, I did not envision tenderness like this. Dante was slow and meticulous. Grey ears, tensing when his explorations had me clench. My hands clamped down on his head. I tried to tilt my hips, which made him growl a warning. It had the opposite effect, since I felt the vibrations straight on my clit.
This was all a tease. He kept edging me unable to keep doing the same thing long enough.
“Dante?” I petted his head. “Can we fuck instead?”
He took his mouth off, licking his lips, and sat on his knees. I went on all fours looking back at him. He seemed hypnotized by my tail with its tip curling from side to side against his chest. I curled it around his waist, hinting at coming close. He dragged me to him instead, adjusting his position to be able to rub the head of his cock against the flesh he had helped make all slippery.
His hands groped my thick hips, nails digging just enough to have me grind against him. Then it was only one hand. The other ensured he entered me well. Bit by whimpering bit, stretching me. My shoulders sunk. I was clinging to a cushion, with claws and teeth. I might have even let out a muffled yowl. Ears flattened on my head from the discomfort, toes curling from the pleasure searing in me.
Once he was fully in, he dropped down over me, breathing on my nape. He gave it a lick before carefully holding my neck with his teeth. From then on, he thrust into me, growls escaping from his throat.
My knee slipped me lower on the grey satin sheets. It spread me wider as he followed me down. The change of position sent me over the edge as my legs strained.
I swore under my breath. He let go of my neck to snarl and he began to grow thicker, pressing on my insides. I wasn’t into heat, so my body was not as loose and ready as last time. I reached down to stroke my clit. It helped enough for him to get stuck inside me. He howled once, before falling onto his back, arms holding me tight against him.
Then he was back to cleaning the backs of my ears like last time. Slowly filling me up until he could turn human once more to a resounding snore I had grown to love.
If he kept knotting me like that… and there was a possibility for me to get pregnant, it was bound to happen soon.
In a world where pollution has reached its peak, cities were built for the elite. Air, filtered. Water, purified. Food, delivered from farms far from these metropolises. This is not ‘The Lorax’; trees are plentiful away from cities. Most people live from the earth sending crops to the rich in their closed off communities. Farmers sell the leftovers to those living in the ancient work camps now unfiltered cities of their own.
The stories in this short anthology take place in the city outside “Paradise Dome,” known to outsiders as the Bubble.
Sort of sci-fi with a paranormal twist. Be ready for telepathic cats, anthropomorphic werewolves, warlocks, devils, standard humans and more.
In this story Kitty discovers the reason why Mephisto the devil cursed her boyfriend Dante with lycanthropy.
(Warning): Smut, Kotting, fighting pit.
(Contains): Shapeshifting cat X Cursed human, 1st person POV, Cis female MC & Cis male love interest. A quick short following the events of Kitty Comes Home and set up for future stories.
Word count: 1561
Read Part 2
When Dante’s boss knocked on our door, saying he wanted to show me something, I thought he meant the water filtration system I had offered to improve. Being led to the basement was not a surprise.
But when I was ogling the filter rumbling inside a locked metal cage, he asked, “Do you ever wonder why I cursed your boyfriend?”
During my years in the city we called the bubble, the devil in front of me had cursed my childhood crush, Dante. The same one I was now in a relationship with, after coming back to the outer city. When triggered, Dante’s curse had him turn into a beast. He had told me how it happened without many details.
“He lost a bargain,” I replied simply. It was easy to understand. “What I wonder is why a devil is running an apartment building outside the bubble?”
Paradise Dome was where the money was. I knew that well having lived there for five years in an academic sponsorship. The bubble was always looking for engineers to fix up all of the city’s many filtration centres. I happened to be the best around, in and out of the dome.
“The name is Mephisto. I’m not just any devil,” he corrected me. “You never wonder why the bargain in the first place?”
“Easy. You needed somebody with that curse to work for you. You are a business man.”
He sighed, rolling his eyes, “Do you want to see what kind of work he does for me?”
“Why do you want to show me?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I apologize for the profiling. I know better than to trust you, Mephisto the devil. Doesn’t he work as a bouncer at your bar?”
“Do you know better?” He quirked a brow. “Not even curious about what other things your dear lover does when he is away from you?”
Of course I was. Mephisto knew that.
“Will he know I am watching? I would not want to distract him,” I said with crossed arms.
“You don’t want him to know you know?” He smirked. “You sneaky cat.”
“He must have been keeping it a secret for a reason,” I bit my tongue at my admission.
Mephisto took a pitiful expression.
“He probably doesn’t want to worry you,” he said with a smile because he knew damn well, he had won the argument.
He hooked me with his words.
“You haven’t answered my question.” I did my best to sound assertive. “Will he know I am watching?”
“He won’t, as long as you stay in my booth.”
“Booth?”
***
He had my Dante participate in glorified dog fights.
Mephisto gestured towards the one-way mirror from which he monitored the fight and boasted, “I’m rather pleased to have found such a perfect specimen to amplify the strength of a curse of lycanthropy. He must be a direct descendant of those ancient lycans.”
The one with the grey fur. My Dante, sinking his teeth into his opponent’s neck. That other one was smaller and had light-brown fur and appeared to be affected by the same curse. They both fought in a cage down six rows of half-full seats.
“He hasn’t lost a fight,” the devil complained. “Not that his opponents are varied these days.”
“Why are you showing me this?” I kept my eyes on the ring or caged pit.
As he had implied, it was not much of an equal fight. Dante was faster and larger.
The room had an air purifier purring in the corner with a vent pipe leading up and out of the room. Despite that, the window was ill insulated, letting in sounds and smells. I transformed my ears and nose leaning closer to the edge of the glass. Blood, sweat, alcohol, and…potato wedges? I looked back at Mephisto eating finger food, amused at the sight of my frown.
He had a smug smile, swallowed his mouthful and asked a rhetorical question, “You love him, don’t you?”
I sighed, turning back to watch the fight. Mephisto was getting predictable the more we conversed together.
“Why do you want me to ask you to stop this?” I questioned him.
“A bargain.”
“I expected no less.” I said, watching Dante circling the other curse holder. “How do the fights end?”
“They are not to-the-death. Most of the time.” He let out a breath. “Until incapacitated or forfeit.”
That was only slightly better.
“What’s the bargain?” I worried, noticing Dante’s fatigued panting. His opponent was barely standing up.
“I’m intrigued by something. You are a cat, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I answered as I pointed an ear at Mephisto.
“If you were to have a child with him. What would it be?”
“Are you about to ask for our first-born child?!” I glared at this devil.
“Tempting,” he admitted. “No. I only want to give this hypothetical child a chance to exist. Out of curiosity, mainly.”
“You haven’t told me what the bargain was.”
Dante looked glorious as he threw his opponent against a wall. Worry still gnawed at my insides. What if the next time he fights somebody stronger than him? Would he be able to heal from that?
“I won’t require him to participate in these anymore. The fun has run its course anyway. Everyone knows to bet on him, and he doesn’t really have a fan following. He refuses to show his human face to the cameras. He thinks too much like a beast in that form. It comes with his strength and inability to work the crowd.”
And what a small crowd it was, less than twenty in a room that could hold fifty at the least.
I was glad he didn’t force Dante to divulge his identity. Mephisto’s deal must have brought something to himself or else… “In exchange for what?”
“I want you to turn this building into its own bubble. And the subsequent ones I will purchase.”
The fact he was after my skills was reassuring. That was in the realm of possibilities. My engineering prowess was the reason why the Bubble’s leaders had offered me a job. I turned it down. Weeks after my refusal, they tried to force my hand into coming back by paying my father, whom I had estranged beforehand. They held me responsible for getting scammed by him. I settled the issue by selling them the patterns for the new and improved filtration systems I had been designing during my studies over years of visits to the old facilities.
“Filters or architecture?” I joked. For the latter, he would have needed to demolish and rebuild the whole thing. “You’ll need better insulation.”
“Filters,” he winked and kept going. “You two will have steady employment from yours truly. You design machinery to rival the bubble. Dante keeps hotheaded idiots from wrecking my bar. You form your little family. I get to possess the most prized habitations outside the bubble. And lastly, my curiosity about your pairing will be fulfilled.”
“What’s the trap?” I wondered out loud.
“There is none. Unless you still have a chance to go back to the bubble without him.”
“That will never happen. Not without him.” I glanced at Dante trying to get one last rile out of his opponent. “Why are you so curious?”
“I’ve met cats who could talk, throw minor spells, or revive. None could quite shapeshift fully. Illusions, yes, but they could not sustain them to live as a human as you have.”
“What do you want with this hypothetical child?”
“I want them to be raised here, where they will be safe. I can’t have such a unique specimen roaming around where they could be snatched away by a competitor.”
“Are you offering your protection?”
“It will be included.”
“I want a contract written down. I want to be paid for my work. And for you to be that child’s godfather, binding you to fulfill their best interest. Even if Dante and I die.”
“Perfect!” He waved a potato with a loose enough grip for it to fly across the room. “Oops.” He teleported to it still too late to catch it.
“Dante needs to agree to it,” I added.
He picked it up off the floor, inspecting it. “It may be a clause.” He ate it. “Want some?” He held the basket in my face. They looked tasty.
“Is there a deadline?” I grabbed one.
That was a divine amount of garlic and paprika. Best not take my full-cat form until that was out of my system.
“I’ll give you a month,” he said that rubbing his hands like a villain in need of hand cream. “Until the next full moon and he is summoned for his next fight.”
“We’ll see then.”
There was a pained snarl. Dante got clawed across the chest. I closed my fists with a growl.
“If you cannot watch calmly. You may wait in his chamber.”
“Chamber?”
“Usually, he turns back human if we get him to empty his ball into something, or someone. That or we chain him to the wall until the moon passes.” That was crude.
“Your intent on breeding us already?” I accused.
“You want me to send someone else? It’s either fight or fuck in the state he’s in. I’m afraid it will be fight if it’s not you these days.”
(Summary): Lucretia was made in an abandoned branch of the Weyland corporation. Part human and part xenomorph queen, she has been treated like a fighting dog her whole life. Until she meets Augi, a Yautja trapped on the base with her pup.
Warning: Death, violence, trauma responses.
Contains: slice of life in multiple pov following different characters and how they interact with each other.
Word count: 804
Read Parts 1-2-3-5&6-7-8
Augi POV
The door finally opened after much screeching and banging. The floor in the hallway was covered in holes from all the serpent blood everywhere. She’s had a few more cuts than before but she looked proud of herself with her smug smile.
“Her eggs are getting attacked by the remaining mercenary guard. You have got to get to the hangar before she focuses back on you,” she told us.
“Where hangar?” I asked with my broken English.
“Ground floor of the south wing. If we get a rover, we can get to the ship Straggler moved to the valley,” she answered.
I told myself to ask for explanations later.
“We go,” I stated
I headed to the stairs to go to the ground floor. Then she suddenly stopped.
“No, you go without me. I got unfinished business to deal with,” she said with a serous tone. She ripped a map from the wall and handed it to me. “Go here, down this trash chute you’ll lend right in the garbage disposal room. The rest of your stuff is there. The door out opens to the hangar is locked but my friend will open it for you. Jerry was supposed to wait for me there if anything came up.” She had it all planned out it seemed. “Drive straight out. It should be right in between the two mountains in front of you. Good luck.”
I did not have a better plan. I was not going to use the self-destruct of my gauntlet; I was not fighting alone.
“Where you go?” I asked.
Why was she leaving us again?
“I’ve got to kill her,” she answered, “the queen I mean.”
I should have been the one to do it, but I couldn’t stay any longer. Not with Go’te around. I needed to get him to safety.
“Don’t die,” she might be of use later.
“I won’t, not with this.” She pointed at my throwing disk. “If you let me borrow it.”
“You bring it back or I have your head.”
“Got it.”
How did she know the trash chute would be big enough for me to fit in?
“AHH!!” something screamed.
It was a ooman! I pointed the gun at him.
“Please don’t shoot! I just do the cleaning. I never wanted anything to do with this place damn it.”
He must have been Jerry. Now Go’te was growling at him. I purred to calm him.
“Weapons,” I told him.
He pointed to the bag crushing trash underneath. Disgusting. I opened it and equipped myself.
“I know where they keep the keys to the vehicles. I’m supposed to wait here until Lucy comes.”
“We go, now!”
“Alright, alright,” he didn’t ask questions.
I was ready to fight. Go’te clung to me against my chest. He must have been very scared to keep his mouth shut so much. The ooman opened the door and a strange sight greeted us. The serpents were fighting each other.
“This must be Lucy’s doing,” he said. “She’s helping us out. Then, she must have told you about her escape route.”
He seemed to be close to her. Close enough to escape with her.
It did not take us long to secure a ride, but this ooman was a poor driver.
“To be honest, I have never driven a rover like this before,” he admitted trying to be loud despite the mask he and my Go’te wore. We hit yet another big bump.
I started to see a metallic structure rise behind the rocks.
“There!” I pressed him.
He did not have to hit the brakes so hard! I couldn’t stop myself from growling, which started Go’te again.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “Now that I think about it. How did Lucy manage to get the ship here if she’s still back at the base?”
Someone named Straggler was to pilot it, if I remembered right. We had to get to the ship to know who that was.
By the time we got to the door, it opened and an arm waved at us; a serpent was holding it. Go’te hid behind me.
“How the hell did she get one of these things to drive this old ship?” the ooman spoke.
I pointed my plasma caster at it. It walked out of the ship slowly. It sat by a rocky wall and played with the arm scrutinizing the exposed nerves. We got on the ship and closed the door. I inspected the little rust den and found no new enemies and an old ooman medi-pack. Good thing she had retrieved mine. The ooman insisted he had no clue how to drive the ship, so we had to once again wait for the hybrid he called Lucy. I took this time to mend my wounds. That broken mandible she gave me was especially bothersome.
First, there won’t be a new short story this week. I am trying to spend more time on them before posting because their quality has been going down because I rush them out.
Second, I posted a video on YouTube. I am starting a series about my abandoned projects over there and on Patreon. The video is available for free on both platforms.
