"MC was stolen away by the monster because it wanted to breed them"
"MC had was forced onto an arranged marriage with an evil overlord"
"MC was made to-"
Blah blah, give me an MC that leaps at the opportunity to be with the monster/overlord/whatever morally grey character!!
An Orc threatens their village if the MC doesn't join their clan because they want them all to themselves? Hell yes! MC is already packing their belongings and leaping into the tree trunks that are arms.
Overlord/lady apologises to MC that they were saddled with this horrible marriage? What do you MEAN? You're the best damn spouse they could ask for! Moonlit walks through a Gothic castle and blooming gardens? A library? Minions?! Who on earth would pass this up?
A monster offers trinkets to MC as courting gifts, hoping they won't be terrified by their grotesque figure. MC is making little gifts back and keeps the window open to their bedroom on cold nights so the monster comes in for warm cuddles.
Give me an MC that is ecstatic to be chosen by the thing everyone is terrified of! I want a love story without the "but they're evil/a monster" bullshit!
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, monster smut, lactation, reader is a cow hybrid
F!cow hybrid reader x m!human
Imagine you're a cow hybrid living on a family farm. For years you've provided them with fresh milk, while they’ve kept you warm, healthy, and happy, with miles of grazing fields at your disposal.
Since the beginning, it had been a kind of silent agreement that the mother would tend to you, probably assuming you would feel more comfortable that way. But last week she caught a cold that kept her in bed, unable to take care of you.
You haven't been milked in days. Your tits heavy with milk have swollen to double their size. Brimming and aching.
You toss and turn on your hay bed, unable to sleep, your nipples dampening the soft fabric of your top.
You're wondering why she hasn’t come down to tend to you when you hear the door creak open. About time, you think. Your tits are so chock-full you have to support them with your arms. You turn around expecting to see Mrs. — but instead you find yourself staring at a gorgeous young man with tan skin and lean muscle.
"I'm sorry, my mom is down with a cold," he says, noticing your confusion.
Did he say “Mom”? Then you remember the lanky dude who left for college two years ago. He’s grown so much! Hard edges and taut muscle now line his body. Beneath the hem of his too-small T-shirt, you can see a sculpted six-pack and a sharp V-line.
He laughs nervously, cheeks darkening as he notices your gaze lingering on his torso. "Sorry. Laundry day, you know?"
That’s when you realize you're actually gawking at him, jaw dropped and all.
"My mom asked me to come and tend to you… I mean— just in case you're uh… uncomfortable or something…" he says, suddenly finding the floor immensely interesting.
Your pussy gets wet just from thinking about it. It's embarrassing but you hope your chubby thighs hide it well enough. Humans don't have a good sense of smell after all.
"I...uh" you try to form the words around the lump in your throat " I am uncomfortable" you admit, flushing brighter than the carnations outside the window. Your voice is a thin whisper as your hoof traces the contours of the floor tiles.
"Oh...you are? Oh... OK then" he says, voice shaky and flushing deeper. For a brief second his gaze lifts from the floor and onto your distended breasts, then darts right back to the floor. Your heart beats so hard you can feel it in your ears.
His scent floods your senses as he slowly approaches, musky and sour dusted with arousal.
"Shall I..." he begins to ask as he gestures to your top. He glances back at your chest, but this time he seems unable to tear his eyes away.
"Oh, you don't need to...I got it." you say as you take your top off, conscious of every tiny motion in his mesmerized face.
His face is now the color of a bleeding sunset. He starts to lift his hands towards you but stops abruptly.
"Uhm...this is embarrassing...I don't really know how to... I've never...you know..." he admits, as he begins curling and uncurling a lock of his own hair.
"That's OK. I'll walk you through it, it's not hard"
"Thanks!" there's a sigh of genuine relief so endearing your tension ebbs slightly before coming back with double force as he takes a final step towards you and places his hands tenderly on your nipples. His scent envelopes you. Your face hovers directly in front of the earthy brown column of his throat, shadows spilling across his muscles and adam’s apple.
His finger grazes the contour of your nipple, Gods, you could just melt into that touch… but milk spurts from you immediately.
"Uhm… don't you need the bucket?" you ask, trying your best to appear nonchalant even though there's a vortex of needy sensations in your core threatening to swallow you whole.
"Oh… right! Sorry! Told you I'm dumb!"
You can smell his arousal as he comes back with the bucket.
"Here, I can hold that for you" you say as you grab the bucket and hold it in place
"Thanks"
"Go on…" Your tone is half instruction, half plea.
Ripples of electricity spark from your nipples and wash over your body as he continues working them. Featherlight at first, then massaging you more firmly. Wow, you could come just from this. Wait...Jesus fuck! You ARE coming. A helpless cry escapes your lips as your milk comes gushing out and spills all over his face. The white liquid slides along the fleshy contours of his lips, his sharp jaw and trickles down his neck.
Your face turns red, completely embarrassed. You want to hide but all you can do is keep your eyes glued to the floor. Still, out the corner of your eye you see his tongue slide out, collecting the drops of your precious fluid.
It’s late at night and you’re sitting in bed, reading a book before you go to sleep. Or at least, you’re trying to, but you keep peeking over the side of the bed, hoping your tentacle monster will come visit you again tonight. After a while, with no sign of your guest from last night, your eyes grow heavy and you drift off to sleep. The light is still on and your book is sitting open on your stomach as you lay sprawled across your mattress, dreaming about tentacles wrapping you up.
You’re snoring softly when, suddenly, you jolt awake to the feeling of something cool and silky caressing your cheek. Quickly sitting up in bed, you blink open your eyes to find an inky black tentacle stroking your face. With a wide smile, you reach out a hand and stroke your fingers along its length, marveling at how nice the texture feels. When the tentacle begins tickling your ear, you squirm out of reach, giggling and gently batting it away. Wiggling in place, almost as if it’s laughing, the tentacle retreats back under the bed.
A moment later, it reappears again with its tip wrapped around an object. This time, you reach out your hand, eager to see what it has for you. When it uncurls itself, a small stone drops into your hand. Grinning at the new gift, you hold it up to the light and marvel at the gorgeous gray surface that’s veined with bright streaks of white. After you’ve finished inspecting the stone, you place it on your nightstand along with the pearl and necklace pendant. Leaning in, you place a soft kiss on the tip of the tentacle and then laugh when it wiggles again.
Remembering what you found up earlier today, you hop off the bed and hurry over to your backpack, calling over your shoulder, “I have something for you too!”
After rummaging around for a minute, you find what you’re looking for and walk back over to your bed where the tentacle is still patiently waiting. Extending your hand, you watch as it carefully picks up the piece of dark green sea glass, its edges worn smooth. Another tentacle appears as it gently rolls the piece of glass between the two tips, caressing the surface, as if inspecting it.
You’re chewing your bottom lip, hoping it likes your gift, when suddenly the tentacles wiggle again as several more shoot up from under the bed and wrap you up in a giant hug. Laughing, you squeeze back, happy that it seems to like your gift.
As the tentacles slither along your skin, you’re reminded of the night before when it had you pinned to the bed. Your cheeks grow flushed with the memory and you wonder how you can make that happen. As if it can sense where your thoughts are headed, the tentacles begin to deliberately rub along your nipples, which are already hardening under your shirt. Letting out a soft moan, you relax into the monster’s hold, hoping it will get the hint.
It clearly understands what you want because a few tentacles grip your shirt and begin pulling it over your head as others work your shorts down your hips. Once you’re completely naked, the tentacles take a moment to slither along your bare skin, as if enjoying the feel of you just as much as you do.
Then, one of the tentacles wraps around both your wrists, tugging you forward so you’re on your knees. Another one wraps around your waist, pulling backwards as the first one continues to pull your arms down to the bed. Soon you’re fully bent over with your ass up in the air and your wrists bound and stretched out over your head on the mattress. Next, two more tentacles wrap around each of your thighs, pulling them apart so that your pussy is completely exposed.
A shiver runs through you, not from the cold, but from anticipation for what the monster will do to you. Fortunately, it doesn’t make you wait long. One tentacle reaches up to play with your clit, alternating between flicking the bud and pulling at it with one of its suction cups. You moan at the sensations, trying to wiggle your hips for more but you’re completely bound, unable to move anywhere.
Two tentacles reach up and suction themselves to each of your nipples, pulling down so there’s a delicious tug on your breasts. The weight of the tentacles and your heavy breathing causes them to sway beneath you and you mewl in pleasure. As the other tentacle continues to play with your clit, wetness drips from your soaking pussy. Another one slides up along your leg gathering up your juices and plunges inside you, causing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion.
As the tentacle pushes deeper inside you, stretching your walls as far as they’ll go, the small bite of pain adds a delicious zing of pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations. When it’s completely filled you up, it pauses, letting you adjust for a moment. Once it senses you beginning to relax, it slowly pulls back out, almost to the tip, and then plunges all the way in again. Pulling out and shoving back in, it sets a rapid pace, the wet squelching sounds mixing with the cries of pleasure pouring from your lips.
As the monster continues to fuck you senselessly, you begin to feel an orgasm building. But just as your walls start to clamp down on the tentacle, it abruptly pulls out, simultaneously pausing its ministrations on your clit, and you cry out in despair. After a moment, it resumes teasing and fucking you, only to pause once again when your orgasm is almost at its peak. It does this over and over again, bringing you right to the brink and then pulling back until you’re a whining, needy mess.
Tears of frustration begin to build in your eyes and you think you’ve almost had enough when, instead of pushing back into your pussy, the soaking wet tentacle moves higher, up to your ass. You suck in a breath as it tickles the outer rim, teasing and flicking the puckered skin. You’ve never had anything there and you’re a little afraid it will hurt, but at the same time you trust this monster with your body and want to see what it will do.
Pressing the tip gently in, the tentacle pushes past the first ring of muscles and you groan at the new sensation. Slowly, it works its way further and further in, pausing every few inches to let you adjust to the new girth. When it reaches as far as it seems to be able to go, it pulls back out and then pushes in again. This time, it fucks you more slowly than before and you melt into the mattress, getting lost in the sensation.
You’ve forgotten your earlier frustrations, too distracted by the tentacle filling your ass, until you feel a different tentacle begin to push its way into your pussy. Gasping, you try to wiggle away – there’s no way it can fit two at the same time, right? But of course, there’s nowhere for you to go and it continues to ease the second tentacle into your cunt while the first one keeps slowly fucking in and out of your ass.
Before long, both tentacles are completely filling you up, stuffing you to the brim, and you’re almost delirious with the overwhelming fullness. They begin to move in tandem, plunging in and out of both your holes as you whimper and cry out with each thrust. It’s almost too much, but at the same time you’ve never felt anything more amazing and you never want it to end.
This time, when your thighs begin to tremble and your walls start to clamp down with your impending orgasm, the monster doesn’t stop. Instead, it resumes playing with your clit and you immediately explode. Stars burst behind your eyes as your entire body seizes up, white hot pleasure coursing through you. It feels like the orgasm goes on forever as you get lost in a hazy bliss and time ceases to exist.
Eventually, though, awareness begins to return as you start to come down from the high and you sag into the mattress, boneless and spent. Carefully, the monster eases out of you and releases its hold on your body. You’re almost sad at the loss of contact. But then it gently maneuvers you so that your head is resting on the pillow and pulls the blanket over you, tucking you in around the edges. As the tentacles start to retreat back under the bed, you reach out and snag one of them, holding onto it.
“Will you stay until I fall asleep?” You ask in a drowsy voice.
You feel it hesitate for a moment but then the tentacle winds up your wrist, grasping onto you. Smiling, you settle back into the pillow and begin to drift off. Before you’re fully asleep, you manage to mumble, “Will you come back again tomorrow night?”
There’s a beat of silence, and then, right as your awareness slips away, you hear an inhumanly deep, multilayered voice echo in your mind, “Yes, little creature.”
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The monster is immensely pleased with this female it has chosen to mate.
At first, it wasn’t sure if the gifts left on various surfaces of her den were meant for it. But it took them anyways, wanting to indulge in the fantasy. Most creatures run screaming when they see the monster for the first time. Some even attack without warning.
But not this one. To the monster’s delight, this delectable female was only startled at first. And when it tried to offer her gifts to soothe her fear, she eagerly accepted them!
She even accepted its attempts to couple and let it touch her.
Feel her.
Taste her.
She is utterly delicious.
And when she presented it with a mating gift of her own tonight, it knew for sure that she had accepted its offer.
As the monster settles into the darkness beneath where she sleeps, grasping her tiny delicate hand, it hopes that it can make her happy enough that she’ll never want to leave. Because even if she does, it will never let her go.
