I find monster farms so hot. Either inheriting one or starting one, having to take care for a variety of monsters while also having regular crops.
Probably crops that help monsters grow stronger, magical ones and regular ones.
Basically, feral monsters are captured and they can be tamed with sex and trained to be less feral.
Some monster intellect ranging from instinctual to intelligent.
A draconic feral monster that’s more instinctual than intelligant. Pouncing on you while you’re tending to your monsters and crops. Needing a hole to rut into, any will do for monsters. Humans the perfect breeders for monsters able to be bred in either an ass or pussy. Even female monsters having a penis. This particular draconic fella is in heat. Extra animalistic and feral, it’s a battle of endurance how much of his jizz can the farmer take before he passes out.
Last long enough and you have a new monster on the farm to tame. With a shock collar installed it will never leave the range unless released. Pass out first and it might just drag you to its den for breeding season. Waiting until the litter is born or until your more tamed monsters come to the rescue. Either to shoo off the Draconic feral, or save the farmer from the den.
Either way~ a new litter is coming to the farm!
Fun little genetic fact~ the reason humans are more sexually sought after by monsters is because humans are hyper fertile compared to regular monsters mates.
Depending on the species it either enhances traits or adds new traits~
With each generation bred with a human parent being more intelligant and easily tamed. But outwardly human features being recessive.
Funny monster sex farm idea not the first but def not the last.
Contains: (accidental) hypnosis, trance, guided masturbation, voice kink, breast orgasm, light dusting of yandere
Your new neighbor is a naga. Large and intimidating. But his voice is so entrancing. You can hear it through your walls at night in your bed. It makes you so relaxed, you just want to sink into pleasure listening to it and follow every command it gives you.
A naga had moved in next door. Nagas were still rare in the human realm and those that were here worked with the government usually or with some big magi-tech firm. But this one…you had no idea what this one was doing here. He was pretty reclusive, rarely leaving his half of the duplex. You had never seen him leave in any regular work schedule or even shopping, it seemed he ordered everything he needed with InstantImp and had the local maid service come by to clean.
When he had first moved in you had gone over with a house warming gift - some flowers from your garden in a nice vase and a homemade honey cake. The naga had opened the door with a blank, unblinking stare. Admittedly you had stared back, your mouth agape at the sight of him. You had received a flyer from the Center for Understanding Monsters informing you about naga but you still weren’t prepared for his terrifying yet sublime visage.
Dark black hair that fell past his sharp ears in silky waves. Scales of deep green-grey covered the top half of his face framing a pair of eerie eyes, yellow except the black slit of his iris. His sharp jaw adorned with light green-cream scales that ran down his throat, and enveloped his cheeks and nose, only sparing a pair of succulent green-grey lips. And that was only his face.
You were barely able to process anything below his chin before he spoke - a surprisingly deep rumble like thunder over an open plain. “Speak or are you a mouse?”
It sounded like a command and your body reacted as such. A squeak left you as you gathered yourself and forced a smile coming to your face to hide your sudden nerves. “Hi! No, not a mouse, just your neighbor. I live in the unit next to you! So, I just wanted to come by and say hi. Introduce myself, I’m…”
You trailed off as a long, thin, jet black tongue parted his perfect lips, tasting the air. “Smells delicious.”
He bent down and you could hear his long body shifting behind him. His gold eyes staring you down making you unconsciously tremble. His perfect lips curled up in a smirk, revealing a long curved fang that stood bright white against the black of his inner mouth. “I accept your offering.”
His tongue darted out again, the split ends flicking a mere half inch from the racing pulse of your throat. The basket you had put the gifts in was removed from your arms. He continued to stare and you found every attempt at speech halted in your throat. Your neighbor spoke again. “Scamper off now, little mouse.”
Another squeak left you. “Good to meet you, bye!” You darted off back to your side of the duplex, your heart racing not having even learned the name of your new naga neighbor.
Weeks trickled by and you had hardly seen your new neighbor. Even so his eyes haunted you, that piercing reptilian stare that pinned you to the ground. Many times while you were out in the backyard or walking to work you would feel those eyes upon you. Yet, it was his voice that haunted your dreams.
The walls between the units of your duplex were thin and having been built before the Great Incursion there was no spell proofing magic to help. Your neighbor wasn’t loud. He was not talking up a storm in his apartment, you barely heard him at all. But at night, when you were laying on your bed and the world around you was silent - that is when you heard him.
Like the start of rainfall his voice would float through the wall, you heard it before your mind consciously registered it. A steady measured voice, the rhythm of which relaxed your tired body, pulling you down into slumber. The words never fully came through but every night you found yourself falling asleep to a gentle rainstorm.
“Damn, it hasn’t rained in a while,” you complained as you examined your wilting flowers and veggies. There was a drought advisory on so you had been careful about not watering them too much but it seems that with the beating sun you had been too cautious.
You went to the water sprout and began setting up the sprinkler. Watering during the day wasn’t a good idea as the sun would cause the water to evaporate before it soaked into the ground but tonight you’d turn it on after dinner and off before bed.
As you stood up you felt the eyes of your neighbor on you. Taking a deep breath to steel yourself you turned around and looked at his half of the duplex. Your neighbor was not inside his home staring out of the window this time. No. He was out on his porch. It was the first time you were together in the same space since your initial meeting. He slid down the steps of his porch to his backyard. It was impossible to tell how long his tail was with the fence but it must have been over ten feet.
You continued to stare at him as he approached the fence, his human half rising up to look across it comfortably but forcing you to look up. “Little mouse,” he greeted.
This time his eyes did not remain fixed on yours but glanced down at your garden. “Your crops have withered. Yet, I have seen you tend to them diligently.”
Your heart pounding you forced yourself to speak. He was less intimidating the second time around but still set you on edge. “Yes, it hasn’t rained lately and it’s unusually hot for fall. I’m going to water it this evening and hope I can save them.”
There was no sign of recognition of your words but he moved his gaze back to you. “Your first offering was enough but I shall await the second.”
With that he slid back down and toward the center of his backyard. Blinking with confusion, you went back inside. Before you shut the door you glanced back from your porch and saw him basking on the grass in the hot sun. It was strangely humanizing.
A few hours later there was a rumble of thunder and a gentle rain began to fall outside. Upon hearing the noise you ran to your phone and checked the weather. It was still predicting sun all day. Yet, as you refreshed the screen it updated to say unexpected rain, possibly magic involved. Processing, your eyes landed on the flyer that the Center for Understanding Monsters had given you about two months ago.
High ranking naga are known for their powerful elemental magic, particularly their ability to control the weather.
No way. Did your neighbor…?
A high ranking naga. Well, you guess you knew one thing about him now.
That night you decide to sleep with the window open. The rain had cooled the air and a petrichor scented breeze wafted into your bedroom. It seemed your neighbor had a similar thought as tonight as you settled into bed you heard his usual rumblings but now with the words clear.
“Hello pet. Welcome back. Did you miss my voice? Of course you did. That is why you are listening. You love to listen to my voice. It makes you relax. With each syllable the tension leaves your body. All your worries drift away. All you must do is listen to my voice…”
Each word was evenly measured, spoken in a calm, commanding, and oh so entrancing tone. Your body and mind was already used to the rhythm as if you had heard these words a hundred times before.
“There’s a good pet. No need to worry. No need to think. Just listen. Listen and obey…”
Something small triggered in your consciousness. Obey? But then his voice met your ears again and as he had commanded earlier the worry faded away.
“You like to obey. My voice makes you want to obey. When you obey you do not need to think. Thinking only brings worry. So let your worry drift away. Let your thoughts drift away. I will do all the thinking for you. All you must do is obey. Do you feel relaxed, pet? Let the last of your tension out. Sink into yourself. A soft gentle cloud. Enveloping you. Each word I say pulls you deeper. Deeper. Sink down. There we go pet. All that exists is my voice.”
Usually, you would be asleep at this point after listening to the roiling storm of his voice through the walls. But even as you felt more relaxed than ever before you hung on to every word.
“I am going to count down, pet. With each number you will give me more control. Ready?”
The faintest grunt of confirmation left you.
“Good pet. Ten. Nine. You give me control of your arms. Eight. Seven. You give me control of your legs. Six. Five. You give me control of your chest, your stomach, your hips. Four. Three. You give me control of your head. Two. One. You give me control of your mind. Thank you, pet. I am pleased.”
A shudder of pleasure coursed through you.
“Oh? Did you enjoy that pet? Good. When I am pleased you feel pleasure. Because I think for you. When I am happy you are happy. Do you understand, pet?”
Another faint grunt of confirmation.
“If you understand then say so. Say: Yes, my prince, I understand.”
Pulling from your throat at the command you repeated the words. “Yes, my prince, I understand.”
On the other side of the wall. The naga’s tail flicked, picking up the slight vibrations of your voice. Not strong enough for him to realize what it was. “Good, pet. I am going to ravish you now. But I am not in the room with you. How will I bring you pleasure? Silly, pet, you gave me control of your body. Because I have control of your body I can make you feel whatever I desire. This will make me happy.”
The faintest hint of a smile came to your lips. You could make him happy. That made you happy.
“I am going to control your hand. Your hands are my hands now. Feel my power move your muscles, lifting your arm, bending your elbow, placing a gentle caress against your cheek.”
You shuddered in pleasure as your knuckles brushed against your cheek. Your mind interpreted the same as if a lover had teased you. Of course that was correct. Your prince had just caressed your cheek.
“Amazing, is it not? How I can touch you without even being in the room with you. All possible because you listen to my voice, because you obey me. It feels good to obey. Say it. It feels good to obey my prince.”
Once more your lips moved at the command. The words you spoke became truth, lodged deep in your psyche. “It feels good to obey my prince.”
“Obedience is pleasure.”
“Obedience is pleasure.”
“Good, pet.”
Another shudder of pleasure at the praise. A throaty moan escaped your lips.
“Your hand moves along your neck. You know where it is headed but not yet. Your finger tips dance across your chest. Your other hand moves and cups your breast. Massaging the flesh. It feels good, does it not, pet. To be pleasured by your prince.”
You shifted with pleasure under the projected touch of your neighbor, your prince.
“Brush your fingers across your nipples. Back and forth. Up and down. Feel how they harden in anticipation. You want to tug and pull them. But not yet. Not until I have told you to. Up and down. Back and forth. Circle your nipples. It feels so good. Now take your index fingers and thumbs and place them around your nipples. Roll your nipples between your fingers.”
Your chest shook with pleasure. It was such a simple thing but under the direction of your prince it was the best feeling in the world.
“Now pull your nipples.”
You were wrong. This was the best feeling in the world. Tugging and pulling at your nipples at your prince’s command.
“And release. Pull…and release. Pull and tug and roll your nipples. It feels good does it not, pet? Having your nipples played with. Under your prince’s control. All you feel is pleasure. This pleasure feels amazing. You feel so good you could come. But you will not. Not yet. I control when you come. You gave me control.”
At the suggestion that just playing with your tits could make you come, your body was set on edge. Your pussy was dripping and twitching with pleasure just from what your prince was doing to your breasts.
“Moan for me.”
A low moan poured from your lips like honey. Beautiful and long, full of vibrations. Across the wall your neighbor’s tail shivered. He was getting too into his script if he was imagining someone moaning in response at that moment.
“Good pet. You moan so prettily. It makes me happy to hear you moan. To know I make you moan like that. I bet you sound even better when you come. You want to come do you not? Of course you do. You are a needy little thing. But I am in control here. And I want you to beg.”
A ragged “please” tore from your throat. So eager to please you nearly missed his next command.
“Say: Please, my prince, let me come.”
“Please, my prince, let me come.”
“Again.”
“Please, my prince, let me come. Please, my prince, let me come!” Your plea traveled out of your window, the sound carried on the cool night air and through your neighbor’s window. He tilted his head, did he just hear…
“Very good pet. You are so close to coming. Hold off. Wait until I give the command. You feel your pleasure building even higher. It is nearly too much. Ready? Here you go. Come. Come for me, my pet.”
A scream of ecstasy tore from your throat at his command. Your hips arched up as you came, your pussy walls clenching around nothing. Your hands continued to tug and pull on your nipples, never having been told to stop.
Through the wall your neighbor’s eyes widened in surprise. He definitely heard you that time. Certainly an unexpected development but not necessarily an unwelcome one. Later he would check the recording for your moans but for now he continued.
“Wonderful, pet. Ride out the pleasure. Massage your breasts, calm your body. That felt good, did it not pet? You should thank me. Say: Thank you for letting me come, my prince.”
“Thank you for letting me come, my prince,” you echoed softly, your voice warm with the afterglow of orgasm.
“You are welcome, pet. Rest your hands at your side. Take in the feelings in your body. The ebbing pleasure. How wet your pussy is. It longs to be touched. You want to touch it. To finger yourself. Even more you want your prince’s cocks inside of you. But not right now, pet. You will have to listen to me again if you desire more. For now simply enjoy the orgasm I gave you.”
You whined in disappointment but made no effort to move your hands to pleasure your pussy. Across the wall, your naga neighbor paused his recording, going off script.
“Now, little mouse, I am going to give you another command. This one will stick with you. Deep in your mind after you come out of your trance. You will not remember it. You will not remember any of this. But my command will let you experience this pleasure again. You want to follow this command. This command will change your life. Are you ready, little mouse? The command that will stay will you when you are awake is - every night you will go to bed with the window open. Simple is it not. An easy command to follow. By following this command, little mouse, you will always be able to feel this pleasure and more. You will always be able to listen to your prince. Do you want that, little mouse? Tell me, do you want to obey your prince’s commands?”
“Yes, my prince, I want to obey your commands.”
“Good pet. Since you want to obey my commands you will leave your window open every night…and in your next offering you will bring me more of the honey cake. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my prince, I understand.”
“Excellent.” He turned the recording back on and continued with his planned script. “Now pet, I am going to count up to ten. When I reach ten you will fall into a deep sleep. Then when you wake up, you will only remember this pleasure as a dream. A dream of your prince making you come by playing with your breasts. Ready? One. Two. You are so relaxed already. Three. Four. You feel slumber pulling at your mind. Five. Six. You are drifting off. Seven. Eight. Struggling to finish listening. Nine…Ten…now sleep.”
You awoke from a deep sleep chilled from the cold morning air. Mmmm, you felt wonderful. So, relaxed. And you had the best dream. You remember it was…a deep blush entered your face. Wait. Did you have a wet dream about your neighbor?!
You sat bolt upright. Then you were met with a sudden wave of sensitive pleasure in your lower lips. Oh no. You shifted your hips. You could feel how your pussy was still soaked from your dream. What the hell?! It wasn’t even like you had sex in your dream. He had just played with your breasts. Played with them so much that you came…oh gods.
Gingerly you got out of bed. Reaching between your legs you felt your slick pussy lips. A moment passed where you fantasized about a cock - his naga cock - pressing into you. Pulling your hand away you shook your head. When did you start thinking about him like this? He was frightening…wasn’t he? But his voice. Oh you could listen to his voice all day. A part of you always wanted to listen to his voice.
You shook your head again. There wasn’t time for that. You had to get ready for work. Then you had to go grocery shopping before the weekend. Actually, now that you think of it, you should make another honey cake. After your encounter yesterday it would be good to give your neighbor another gift. A thank you. Even if he hadn’t changed the weather for you, it was about time you found out his name.
For those of you who don't consume a lot of hypno content you might not know - people recording files that bring others into a trance are out there (though good ones can be hard to come by sometimes). It is one of these "hypnofiles" that Zsail is making.
I'm gonna explore him as a character a bit more in the sequel - but let's just say, is anyone up for a yandere banished prince?
Imagine you’ve started dating this guy who’s secretly a were-creature and terrified of telling you. A few months pass and you start getting intimate and one day you tell him you want to cock warm him while watching horror movies and he realizes he’s got nothing to worry about with telling you about what he really is because you clench around him every time the monster is on screen.
I'm sorry but wendigo!bf who literally has an identity crisis every time you treat him like a dog.
excuse you, human, he's not a freaking puppy —he's a big, terrifying monster that can swallow you whole— how dare you?!
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though, being called a "good boy" and following you around is kinda nice. ( not that he'd ever admit it ofc. )
It's not like he gets slightly distracted while hunting bc he's constantly thinking about what you might be doing at your cabin, or what you might talk about when he visits you at night, and he definitely wouldn't rip out his own heart and serve it on a platter if you asked him to.
that's absolutely ridiculous.
he's supposed to be this creepy creature that makes the entire forest shit themselves just by walking past them, not some clueless pup with the IQ of an apple just because a silly little human cooed at him and kissed his skull.
next time pls have some respect and treat him like deserves and wants to be treated!!
tsk... like, how could you forget scratching his back while cuddling? so damn rude.
Ok, so I think I've decided on names, and look. We're going fully on vibes here. 🤷♀️ These are my first real OCs and we're going with what feels right. Meet Gryg and Azalea. We'll learn more about them in 2025 in some form or another. Hope you'll come along for the ride. 😁 They're so cute and I love them. 🥰
