How would different were-creatures react to body hair and/or stretch marks on their partners body?
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Werewolves would be so pleased by body hair. To them, humans don’t have enough and they are always worried about a human partner being colds. Lots of reminders to bundle up. Body hair helps them worry a little less and they would pet it the same way their human pets their fur
Werebears feel the same about the hair but are even more enthusiastic about stretch marks, especially new ones. Those are a sign their human is healthy and eating enough! They would absolutely worship stretch marks.
Werecats barely even notice until they start grooming their human. At that point they take extra care of the “fur” and the “scars”.
Since you arrived in this strange world, you have been host to a number of strange beings’ spawn. There were the gnolls who licked your ripened breast incessantly. There were the naga who filled you with eggs and treated you like a god. There was the fairy who liked cumming inside you while you slept.
Your favorite though was this minotaur. He lived in a small herd, tucked in a single communal building. He was the herd’s leader, large (so large) and strong. His cows listened to his orders, growing a hay like substance which was used for food, bedding, basket weaving, and more.
He never ordered you to work, though. Instead he let you sit to the side and watch, often coming to check on you. He would place his hand on your stomach, feeling his child inside, squirming. Often times, if he was busy, he would send one of the cows to check on you instead, bringing you food and water. But he always kept you in his line of view.
You had gathered since you came here that the monsters were in crisis. They were struck by infertility and you, and some other humans you have only seen in passing, were brought by the god of this world to assist them.
You didn’t mind. While some of the monsters were rough, all of them still felt good. The minotaur was an excellent example. The day he got you, he screwed you in the field over and over until you were gushing seed in front of his cow. Then he took you back to the barn at night, let you eat, then fucked you again. It went on like this for days until he could ascertain you were growing his calf in your belly.
After that he grew more gentle, touching your tummy as he would stroke his cock between your thighs, speaking softly in a voice you didn’t understand. He looked like he might even love you. You couldn’t help but think maybe you would like to stay here. He was better than the other monsters you had and perhaps even better than the life you had on earth.
Gunna start using this universe of mine that I have been cooking more. It is so juicy. Humans are placed in a fantasy world full of monsters who are attracted to and want to breed with them. The longer the humans stay, the more they realize something is up with this world, like how monsters can only get pregnant or impregnate the humans, or how angels come down at times to save them from especially dangerous monsters that may kill them. Will def do a lore write up later!
From hooves to heads, centaurs are usually over eight feet tall. They look like horses but where the horse's neck is is instead a humanoid torso and head. The horse body comes in a range of colors and forms, much like real horses. Centaurs have two sets of genitals. Their horse genitals look like horse genitals ought to with penises being sheathed to protect them. The second set of genitals is found on the front of the centaur where the humanoid pelvis is. This set is also sheathed away for protection. It is not uncommon for the two sets of genitals to be different (ex. Vagina on the human pelvis but penis on the horse half).
Centaurs prefer leather clothes with lots of secure straps. These straps can be used to support their chests while running or to keep humans bound to them on the go.
Social
Centaur live in herds. A matriarch determines where they go and who they attack but breeding rights are determined through combat. Centaur are only semi-sapient. They have some tool use and rudimentary language skills. On occasion one may encounter a herd with more advanced technology or language though. These herds have usually been fae touched or have had more human lineages.
Centaur are usually hostile towards everyone outside of their herd. They go out of their way to attack minotaur herds in particular. Other species of monsters try to avoid centaurs where they can as a result.
Environment
Centaur herds prefer open plains but at times will live in loose wooded areas. They can travel large distances in search of a good hunt. Speaking of, centaur are exclusively carnivores. This is in part why they are so aggressive.
Procreation
Centaurs reproduce sexually by inserting a penis into a vagina to deliver genetic material. Orc babies need roughly one year of gestation in a womb. They are typically over 10lbs (4500 grams) when born to a human and need milk for the first few months. Centaurs born to a centaur are larger, particularly ones born from the centaur half of the body.
Hopefully you’re currently taking requests (I swear there is not enough sapphic monster fucker content out there). I’m also invested in the lore of the universe you were setting up!
I wanted to request maybe something with a trans sphinx lady? Tags can be breeding and dubcon maybe? Depending on how you view sphinxes in your world or in general. Either way, I just want to hear your ideas for them! Please and thank you! 💜
I have been so painfully busy and got disillusioned with the tumblr community for a bit. While I am slowly setting up a toyhouse with all my lore and things I def still want to use this blog ^^ if you liked this please consider donating to my ko-fi.
Tags: afab!reader x tgirl!sphynx, dubcon, monster ark, breeding, vaginal penetration
You sought refuge from the sandstorm inside a strange stone structure. You only intended to go far enough in to avoid the wind, knowing well what sort of monsters could be lurking inside, but you could hear the sound of running water, enticing you further in.
When you entered the interior chamber, you saw her. She sat on a pedestal in front of a large fountain, her golden skin and fur glowing in the torchlight. She opened intense black eyes to stare you down.
“You seek to drink?” Her tail flicked, paws crossed in front of her.
“You speak my language?”
“I am master of all words. If you can answer my question, I will let you drink. If not, you must give me something.”
You knew what she wanted. She wanted what all the monsters wanted. She wanted to cum inside you over and over again until you swelled with her spawn.
But you were thirsty and fancied yourself good at riddles.
“I can answer.”
“First, think of the color of the clouds. Next, think of the color of snow. Now, think of the color of a bright full moon. Now answer quickly what do cows drink?”
“Milk,” the word came out too quick so you knew it was wrong. “That was a trick! Not a riddle!”
“Who said anything about riddles? I simply asked you something.”
The sphinx rose with a cackle, leaping from her perch and tackling you to the floor. You squirmed under her paws but quickly gave up. She seemed agreeable and running away would only get you killed. If you stayed, you would have food and water. She couldn’t be any worse than the orcs or the centaurs.
“Good pet,” she purred, her anklets jingling as she used a paw to push up your skirt.
You looked down, seeing her phallus slide from its sheathe. It was long, red, and barbed on the tip. The sight of it made you dizzy.
“Wet already?” The sphynx purred as she pressed her tip to your bare folds, sliding it along so her barb caught on your clit. You squeaked, much to her delight. The monster’s dick was hotter than the desert outside, leaving your insides aching.
“Please,” you whined, pressing up on her cock. “I- I’m thirsty… hurry.”
The sphynx chuckled but drew back and pressed her tip to your aching hole. She slid herself in, happy to find little resistance from how wet you already were. The cock spread you open in a slow thrust. As she pulled back, the barb dragged over your g-spot, forcing a moan from your throat.
“Such a good little thing. You’re so warm and tight for me,” she praised you until your head was spinning from those long, slow thrusts. The barb tugging on your insides was what left you a mess, vision blurring with pleasure as your warm tattoo glowed under the beast’s belly.
The sphynx’s thrusts began to grow more rapid, in and out, spreading you wide and numbing all sensations but pleasure. It wasn’t long before her barb’s abuse of your g-spot forced out a blinding orgasm. You clenched tight around her but she didn’t slow down.
You must have been begging, pleading for just a moment to catch your breath, but you couldn’t hear yourself over the rush of blood in your ears.
The sphynx’s cock throbbed deep inside you and she pressed as deep as she could, her seed gushing into your center. She settled with hot slow thrusts before finally pulling out to let you leak onto the stone floor.
As you began to lose consciousness, she lifted you into her arms to take you to the cool spring which she had been guarding.
So firstly, I love your Monster Ark concept! It's so fun and good and so so very hot! That hellhound piece was 🥵 🥵 🥵!!!!!! I also am a sucker for lore so I love the lore posts for each monster type.
Secondly, if you're still taking requests (I believe you are but I scrolled fairly far down your blog so please ignore me if I missed you saying you'd closed them) I'd love to hear something about Centaurs in the Monster Ark, with a fem protagonist? The idea of the centaurs using a harness to strap the humans to them for on the go fucking is always delicious but also please go in any direction you'd like!!!!!!! And as I said before feel free to ignore this, I'm just happily here for whatever you feel inclined to write! Thank you so much for sharing your work!
Hehe found some time to finish this! I thought Addy from the hellhound piece would be the perfect protagonist for his as well. Not terrible long since I am in essay hell rn with school.
Addy finally managed to escape the witch after having several litters of hellhounds but her luck hadn’t turned just yet. After fleeing the witchwood, she came upon rolling plains. Her hunt for food and water was cut short there, when a herd of centaur surrounded her. She didn’t understand what they were saying but she recognized how they looked at her.
They wasted no time tying Addy up. One of them tied her like a dead deer over her back and took her to their camp like that. Once there, they talked among themselves about what to do with her. One of them finally wins the argument it seems as two centaurs grab her and drag her to him as another places leather straps around his body.
He begs and pleas fall on deaf ears as she sees his massive cock, already erect for her. The centaurs holding her maneuvered her into the straps, her arms bound behind her back and legs bent at the knees as her head hung down. She was still a couple feet off the ground. Her legs spread. With some help from the others, the centaur above her aligns his cock between her legs. One of them jerks on the straps, yanking her back and sinking the cock deep inside her belly. She cries out as it fills her.
The pain faded as the centaur started walking. Her tattoo glowed, working to suppress the pain and instead spread a sickening pleasure through her as the cock inside her rubbed against her walls. She would stay there until it was time for the herd to rest, then be given to the next centaur to use.
Fae are shapeshifters but they have appearances the gravitate towards: plant-like humanoids, insect-like humanoids, and an elf archetype. The plant-like forms are often colorful and reflect flowers or mushrooms. Common insect models are praying mantis, butterflies, and moths. The elven appearance of fae are similar to humans though they can be described as uncanny. There is something moving just under their skin or their proportions are just a little off.
Given their shapeshifting status, gender and sexual dimorphism are non-issues for the fae. Their bodies ebb and flow to their pleasure. Many can be described as feminine but that is only the human association with flowers talking.
Social
Fae organize themselves into courts of princes and queens (both terms are gender neutral to the fae). They obey strange laws and rules that are constantly changing and infinitely complex.
They don’t interact with other species except those they consider lesser fae, such as pixies and unicorns. Occasionally they will be hostile towards outsiders though, particularly if the other party offended one of their nonsensical rules.
Fae like humans and consider them to be pets and toys. They like to dress them up and show them off. They are not interested in equal relationships with humans though, as a rule.
Environment
The fae live in the Faewild, a deeply magical forest where the laws of reality seem to be nonexistent. They have individual homes that suit their own whims hut they also enjoy lavish courts hosted by their Queens. Many times, the courts act as pleasure palaces where the fae nobility come closer together through sexual pleasure.
Reproduction
All fae have pollen to fertilize and a seedbed to be fertilized. They can place the pollen inside a womb by dusting someone with it, inserting it directly through a penis, or by using another creature to insert it (such as vines, tentacles, or pixies). Seedbeds can be fertilized through many means. Some seedbeds are internal and need pollen (or human semen now) inserted directly inside. Other seed beds can be opened up and small tendrils can stimulate so that pollen/semen can be spilled on the seeds to fertilize them.
Fae require 7-12 weeks to incubate before they flower. Flowering results in a flower bud being birthed like a baby might and opening moments later when it has dried. Inside the flower is a small fae baby.
Absolutely not expecting you to feel like you have to write anything about the lamia and naga fighting over a human (not that I’d complain if you did!) I was just curious.
Do you think they’d ever grudgingly get along for the sake of a human, maybe on a smaller scale? Like if an individual lamia were somehow separated from the other lamia, and ended up alone with a single human and single naga?
I was just day dreaming and imagining a human in a cabin in the wilderness somewhere, with a naga who goes out and hunts and provides food and essentials etc while the human looks after the garden and grows fruit and veg. And a lamia who loathes living so primitively (and sharing with a naga) but loves the sex and the human so does their best to make the cabin into a luxurious little hideaway. The lamia going to the nearest village or town to trade furs and meat the naga hunts for silks and feather cushions and perfumes to spoil their human and keep them in comfort. Creating a nest fit for a queen so when it’s time for the human to lay their eggs they want for nothing.
The human doesn’t necessarily want or need all these things (hence living with a naga in the woods), but does appreciate little luxuries now and then and likes the fact that it makes their lamia happy all the same.
Sorry for the long ramble… Just wanted to share my day dream!
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I absolutely love this. The naga and lamia barely tolerating each other for the sake of the human is so funny to me. Them always competing a little bit hehe. Maybe the lamia is like a Saharan horned viper and the naga is green tree python? They live in a little cabin in the jungle, a sort of hidden paradise (even if the naga and lamia are always fighting).
Maybe the lamia is outcasted and that is why they end up in the jungle and are willing to share with the naga since they lost their community? Who do you think found the human first?
