Kidnapped by Monsters

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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“Yes… Oh, fuck, yes!”

The stallion, Edward, rammed into his sister, the huge, bright bay stud with two cocks grinding into the double-headed cat. After their enlightenment, becoming the Divine Two and ruling over their own civilisation, one could have said that things had progressed just as one may have expected, or perhaps differently… He still got to fuck Charlotte, his shafts plunging into her stretched pussy, both at once, his sister on her back and both feline heads yowling as he crammed her full.

“Ah… Yes… Harder…”

But there was a haste to Charlotte where there never had been to Edward, the horse stud tall and ripped, muscled like an Olympic weightlifter, while she was thick and curvy, her body oozing sex appeal. On part of her change had been to grow a second head after the “accident”, though it may as well have been orchestrated for how well it panned out for the two of them — but in different ways for both brother and rampantly fucking sister.

He bellowed like a real horse as he filled her, thick ropes of cream spurting forth so messily that it was a wonder that his body and huge, swinging, meaty balls thought that he had to cum so hard, as she had already birthed many offspring to him. They were throughout the tribe, being taken care of by nannies, yet his sister’s eyes were already sliding away from him as she panted, chest rising and falling sharply.

“Ah… That was good, brother, yes…”

Her words could have been hot if they were being enjoyed under any other circumstances, though Charlotte, even though she had been the one to instigate everything, longed for progression. Her sex drive may have been as high, but the lure of politics and ruling, digging into her civilisation and turning it into something truly great in the tribe, was what she really wanted to do. If her brother was mounting her and filling her holes with messy load of cum after cum every five minutes, how in the Divine Two was she ever supposed to get anything at all done?

There was only one answer to that, even as she pushed Edward off her, claiming that she had to attend a meeting in the main administration building. Their civilisation had taken over a sprawling, old college building after the change, which afforded them plenty of room, as much as the stallion protested.

“Charlotte, that was only one time, come on, bend over and I’ll get you to cum so hard…”

She rolled her eyes.

“It’s already dripping from me, couldn’t you feel?”

Of course, her words said one thing and meant another, not really clarifying anything for her brother as to whether she had climaxed or not. But that problem would soon be rectified, once her contact from the Trio came back to her from outside her civilisation. For even the world outside her tribe, where she would soon rule, alone, had changed beyond all recognition, the double-headed feline stalking to her meeting on local agricultural developments with stallion seed dripping down her legs.

“Pleasure be to the Divine Two.”

“Pleasure be to the Divine Two.”

Worshippers in the college campus grounds flung themselves to the ground before her, worshipping her openly, their bodies all instruments for her way and her rule. More still had joined them, humans and some transformed anthros alike, who had been more human before, but she welcomed all in as her children, even if they were adults. The youngsters, of course, were kept in classes and areas where they were not exposed to the rampant lust of the Divine Two and, of course, their worshippers. There was a sector for everything, all of Charlotte’s own design.

Of course, things only were such because she had done so much for them. Edward was only interested in her and not fucking the worshippers as much as she had had to do — which had been his task before. His fixation on her as his sister had grown to such levels that she could not help but tire of him. That was why she had to…well…make arrangements.

It was for the best, really, or that was what Charlotte told herself, even as she paused to fuck a worshipper, sinking onto the anthro mouse’s cock as they squirmed under her.

“Oh, Divine One… Yes… Oh, thank you… Praise you… Praise be to you!”

Of course, she liked her role, though the worshippers…yes, they were far more entertaining and fulfilling to her as she smirked, riding the mouse to a quick orgasm. There would be more waiting for her later too when she came through with everything political that needed to be taken care of, but those were all parts of her role that she yearned for. Edward… He was not a part of her role there or her life.

Divine Two? More like Divine One. That suited her better and she had something in mind for Edward too that was going to end up being very much to his liking…

The double-headed feline smirked, both pairs of eyes glittering with wicked glee.

“Edward, my dear, you’re never again going to be any trouble to me…”

She’d see that it was so.

*

“We come for him…”

Belesse lowered her head, the monstrous woman one that would have sent lesser souls screaming than the others that were in her trio, the outcasts that had not found a place to fit, even amongst the beasts and mutations of the Divine Two. When the world had split, demons and darker influences infiltrating the whole landmass — they no longer had the means to look much further afield, not without due reason — their tribe had formed, though they had been tossed out of every one they’d tried to join.

It had been her that had brought them together, her hands moving quickly, though Belesse no longer tried to hide in the shadows as she had done, back in the beginning. Her body was light, milky in colour, yet her breasts swelled heavily forth from the darkness of her form, which fluttered around her like a cape. Yet she no longer had a human body that she once did, something like humanoid but not really as she floated along, the blackness fluttering and waving around her ankles. One could never be truly sure whether she walked or floated, employing whatever magical means were necessary to get her body to where it needed to be.

With her tits on full show, her many arms — four pairs, in total — were free to grope and caress her breasts at all times. There was not a single time in her transformed like that Belesse could remember not playing with her nipples, even when she was sleeping, and it gave her a regal sense of comfort, strangely enough. She had been the quickest to settle into her new form, perhaps due to the pleasure it gave her, even though her head was smaller, appearing sightless without any easily discernible features on first glance, her neck appearing elongated. With her ghostlike, spectral reminiscent form, however, that was just how she was and defined features could be seen on closer inspection, when she allowed a partner to see her, while she fucked them. Milking their cream between her tits, from any partner with a dick, was one of her favourite activities.

“Keep up, both of you.”

She spoke levelly, yet there was a brimming undercurrent of excitement there too as she paused at the edge of the campus, the chain-link fence that marked the perimeter having been torn down long ago. It was in the process of being rebuilt with a stone wall, hewn by the worshippers of the Divine Two, but was still low enough for all three of them to step over. For they had been promised a prize and tribute there to make everything that they had ever gone through worth it.

With her were Damya and Mystique, the humanoid woman with a thick backside, bottom-heavy, rolls of flesh layering her monstrous body, and the fox woman with two huge breasts. Of course, they had to be her defining feature even as she chortled and bounced along beside Belesse, her tits swinging up and down with enough force to ping off her fox-ish muzzle. Her belly rounded out, betraying her pregnancy, though she was always in a state of pregnancy regardless of whether she had been recently fucked or not, hyper in all ways. Truth be told, it was harder and harder for all three of them to find any male — or other, they weren’t concerned about labels like that — that could satisfy their rampant need to be bred, for simple, crude sexual passion. If her tongue wasn’t hanging out at any time, one might have considered the lusty, over sexual vixen to be an imposter.

Damya lumbered, the weight of her rendering her slowly and less agile than Belesse, who was perhaps the most limber of the three of them, though Damya’s thick lips had pleased many a cock. She didn’t have much hair, but what she did have stuck up in upright pigtails, her breasts smaller than her hips, but still a heavy handful, beyond natural cup sizes, though they sagged under their weight. Not all breasts, like Mystique’s, could betray the call of gravity, after all, and her body appeared more like that of a humanoid animal than human, even if she was a kind of human, if a mutation. Not everyone had been able to easily decipher what had happened to them and she was one of the unlucky ones that had to find peace with what had come to pass. It was easier when a meaty hand was shoved between her legs — or, even better, a cock! — and her tail was waving up in the air, the end tufted as if of the leonine persuasion. Wearing only leather bands around her wrists, ankles and tits (though they hid nothing at all there), she most often went nude.

Belesse led them there, even as Damya clapped her thick hands together and muttered about all they were going to do with her prize. All three of them were huge, towering, yet they employed discretion, easing between buildings.

“Snatch him up, suck his cock, take his dick…” Damya chanted softly, beady, dark eyes glinting. “We’ll snatch him up, suck his cock, take his dick, snatch up him up, suck his cock, take his dick…”

“Quiet.”

Belesse could not always control all of them, however, hastening them along their way, darkness folding softly around the campus, though it was the home of the most prominent tribe, the ones that had started it all. Some didn’t know whether to thank or hinder the Divine Two in their pursuits, but what was done was done and there was no going back to the before time.

“Going to fuck him so hard, take both of his cocks up my arse at once…”

Damya practically crowed, Mystique tottering along in heeled boots that fitted her thick thighs and long legs perfectly, but were not the most practical. At least they had chunkier heels: it was the most that Belesse hoped for from her.

“Here.”

The dwelling was set apart from the rest and Belesse paused before entering. It could have been a small dorm at one point, but none of them cared about that anymore, for history could not be returned to: that was why it was history. She was the one that took up position at the window, not even needing to enter as she did her best work, arms shooting through the first-floor window to snatch up the human turned stallion beast-fucker with barely a moment to spare.

“Ooof — hey!”

Edward cried out, but Belesse had more than enough hands to subdue him, clapping two over his muzzle, two more taking care of his cocks, jacking him off. His dicks, as always, were out of their thick sheath and swollen fully, the flatter cock-tips drooling pre-cum, dripping viscously, though he should have already fucked and enjoyed more than enough to completion several times over in the day. One moment, he was safe sprawled on his bed and the next he was being carted off into the night with a monstrous woman with a big arse and a fox with giant tits whooping and hollering.

“Yes, yes, we got him!”

“Take him away!”

“Fuck-buddy, fuck-buddy!”

Damya poked him, the stallion struggling even as Belesse’s hands expertly worked over his dick, whisking him away to a certain fate.

“We’re going to fuck you until you can’t walk! Have you filled an arse like mine before? ‘Course you haven’t!”

Edward gaped, but Damya only shoved a finger into his mouth while Belesse held him closer, setting the pace. Her arms, where they had broken through the glass, were not damaged at all, her spectral-like abilities allowing her to take him without any harm in the slightest.

“Quiet, Damya, this is not the time.”

Yet the time for quiet had passed as they pressed on, Edward squirming, though he was already ejaculating. Just what else could he do with the monster woman’s hands all over him, so many that he could not count at a time like that, heaving and gasping, moaning out loud. If he’d had the breath with which to do so, he would have begged them to leave him there, with his tribe, those that worshipped him, the civilisation that he had built with his sister. Yet that, of course, was never meant to be. Not when he didn’t even know that it was Charlotte who had wanted him gone.

“Fucked so much — make me pregnant, give me lots and lots and lots of little fox cubs! You’re not going to have a spare second to eat when I’m mounting you! But I want both cocks in my pussy!”

Mystique grinned as she trotted along, keeping pace surprisingly well as she shouted her lust. Her tongue dangled out and her eyes glittered with glee, her belly groaning with the expected weight of so much more to come, his seed that would fill her, spurting from her pussy as she demanded more, always more.

“You think my belly is big now — with your cock in me, it’s going to be even bigger!”

“Hey, make room, you’re going to fuck me too! I give good head!”

They squabbled about him, Edward not knowing what to make of it all. Well, all of it sounded wonderful, absolutely wonderful, to him and he couldn’t help but want to know more, to see more of them, but he wanted to be back home too! It was a place that, in his own way, he had made his own. And all he wanted, really, was his sister day in and day out, her hot pussy or tail hole wrapped around him for him to pound relentlessly. Tits or mouth would do too, his head reeling with pleasure, cocks ejaculating again, his huge nuts bouncing and swinging, though a hand was not always on them.

Belesse was quieter, stroking his neck, quieting his moans, though the Divine One who had said that he was to be taken had assured them they would not be stopped.

“No more from you… This is where you belong, where your body will be put to its best use. You hear them… They want you, crave you, all they need is your dicks. Isn’t that what you want too?”

Edward moaned. He knew but didn’t know, head swimming, confusion blasting through in each throbbing pulse of cum she coaxed from him. Of course, Belesse was not about to accept anything less than what she knew his body was capable of, turning him about so that his cocks slid between her tits. That the hulky stallion anthro was upside down was of no matter to her.

“You will please us, satisfy us, mate with us, until there is nothing else for you,” Belesse murmured, looking down at Edward even as they fled. “There will be no other life for you, your head shoved between my breasts while your shafts fill my holes. You have no idea for how long we have lusted for and craved one such as you…”

The hunger in her voice sent a tremor through Edward and he could not help but lean into her, whimpering, grunting, nickering out throatily. His tail flicked back and forth, lashing the air, unable to help his arousal. Maybe it was not so bad, though he looked back, twisting his head around, forelock flopping loosely into his eyes.

It had been his home, but the monsters that hauled him off had something even kinkier, beyond his wildest imaginings and dreams, in store for him.

*

They took him travelling for three days and three nights, though they stopped for some rest in the dark of the night. Yet their use of Edward and his body began immediately, Mystique and Damya mounting his dicks at once, each taking one into the hungry, gaping holes of their pussies.

“Yes, oh, fuck, yes!”

They faced one another, hugging and kissing, breasts squashed ludicrously together as they rode him, for there was no space for their bodies otherwise, unless they got up close and personal. Bouncing on his dicks, they took him deep, crushing his cocks up inside them as deep as they could go, using every inch, their bodies slick and ready for him inside.

Edward’s moans rang out, head turning, though Belesse was there, blocking his view of a craggier landscape that did not look like the fertile agricultural ground that he had inhabited before. It was far from home, but her white tits loomed, almost bearing a faint glow around them, though he didn’t have a chance to take everything in as she had him suckle on her breasts, taking the flesh into his mouth, her nipples too when her fingers were not tweaking and pleasuring them.

“To fuck and to fill… That is all my sisters in this tribe need. We shall create our own tribe…”

She took the lead and took charge, even though she was not the first to fuck him, unless jacking off his cream while hauling him away counted. Edward didn’t know what to think, not even able to voice a protest as she moved over him, her nipples already leaking.

“Look how horny you’ve made me…”

Belesse spoke with pride, for it was not usual for her to lactate without being impregnated, yet she was not as loud and as brash as her tribe-sisters. That had left her out, at times, when she had not wanted to snatch up a male to satisfy her whims more openly, but all was well. It was her quiet, firm leadership that had kept them all safe and she reaped the spoils of it as he drank down her milk. It was not clean in the slightest, slopping messily down his muzzle, squirting from between his lips, her huge breasts offering him so much to drink down.

It was all he could do, all the stallion had to do, her hands roaming his body.

“So strong… So proud… You don’t need to be broken to be with us, just be yourself.”

Maybe that was so, but he couldn’t think straight through gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her milk, the dripping white fluid marking his coat, sinking into it, showing him that there was so much more, even then, that she had to offer. He would not want for any kind of sex, that much was sure, while he was with the three of them, Belesse’s many hands stroking his muscles, splayed across his chest.

“Proud and strong… You are perfect for our tribe and that is why we waited until the right time to have you. That was all we needed, you know, one like you, one who could please us without failing.”

Maybe he was the one, maybe he could do it, but his heart still longed for the converted college campus, his civilisation. He loved his people, his cock throbbing for them, aching perhaps more than his heart. But was that such a bad thing?

“To create a new tribe, to form the seed of our lust… Suck on them, horse-whore, and see the world that you made!”

He wasn’t to blame, not really, Edward tried to say, but he couldn’t get words out as lust overcame him, lashing her nipples with his tongue, doing everything that she wanted and more. For it all matched up more than well enough with what he wanted, cocks aching, throbbing seeming larger and more powerful than ever before as he spent load after load into the hungry cunts devouring his shafts.

That was not the only time they took him as they neared their destination, but it was better to settle down in a little more barren land, the old forest there something that might have once been forestry, judging by how many stumps remained. The natural world had taken a hand in reclaiming it, however, and there was some vegetation coming back over the stumps, the old trees that remained growing strong. Coniferous trees of some sort lasted for many years, though they were not a part of his civilisation that Edward could have honestly said that he had spent much time dwelling on — not when there was so much sex to be had.

“Take him.”

He had barely been set down before all three of them took him in earnest, though it was Belesse who proudly claimed the spire of his cock. She flowed over him as he lay back over a log, his back beautifully arched, demonstrating the flexibility in his sexual prowess as he moaned out loud.

“Fuck… You’re so…warm…”

He didn’t know why he had expected anything different from her, though he could not speak entirely for what kind of relationship was developing between him and Belesse. On one hand, it felt wrong, on the other hand, it felt like the most natural course of events to try to thrust up, to spear his cock into her. A needy pussy was directed to sit on his muzzle and he squirmed only faintly before giving in. As conflicted as Edward was to leave the life and love of his sister behind, he could not and would not turn down any kind of sexual activity, lusting for it as much as the trio did.

That was why they were perfect together as he lustfully and hungrily ate out Damya’s pussy. She ground down on him with groan after groan while Mystique was directed behind Belesse to take his second cock, the two women facing the same direction while they rode him, each straddling the equine. Mystique moaned louder than ever, but it was Belesse, the heat of her cunt, that Edward focused on, though that would later be to his surprise when he thought back over the encounter. It had brought so much there, to the moment at hand, though none of it was something that he could explain or understand. The horse was not even sure that he had to anymore.

His body felt strong and powerful, even as they dominated him — if it was even that. It was hard for him to move with three huge women, bigger than he was by at least a head — and shoulders too, in the case of Damya — even though he’d thought he was tall enough. He didn’t go without a pussy or arse to fill, though he was surprised that Belesse took the chance to spear his dick into her anal passage once she had climaxed on his cock.

The slickness of her pussy helped her grind his dick up into her backdoor entrance, her body still vaguely humanoid under the shifting, changing influence of her cape, moaning out loud, needing him. Oh, how much she needed him, the Divine One, though he would be One of Four when it came to them, their tribe that would breathe life and love back into the land. That was, of course, with a fair dose of heady bliss at their hands, watering the soil with their sexual fluids.

Things didn’t work like they had used to, not anymore… More than ever before was required to bring life to the land.

They couldn’t get enough of him, Edward only able to track the passage of time by his rumbling stomach, though Belesse took light and gentle care of him still. She was firm in ensuring the others backed off, from time to time, but she did not need him to rest up fully, not when he could keep both horse cocks hard even while he was sleeping, his body something that could be used even then. She took him the first night, riding him slowly while Damya and Mystique rested, snoring and slumbering in sexual exhaustion, cum leaking from all their holes.

“Yes… Fill me… Feel me…”

The stallion under her may have been exhausted, teetering on the brink between sleep and consciousness, but he was still able to fill her, his cocks pressing up inside her pussy and her arsehole even while he tried to get just a little bit of rest.

A little rest, just a little, for a breeding fuck stud like Edward did not need more than that. That had already been how he’d wanted to live his life and it was hard for him to feel at all concerned or worried about anything when things were panning out quite in the manner that he would have wanted them to otherwise. Only, he had thought that it would be the worshippers and his sister that he was plugging, repeatedly, with his dicks.

Did it really make any difference if that had changed? How much so?

Belesse caressed him, stroking his hide while his cocks twitched inside her, the stallion residing in a state of half-sleep where he was resting, but not quite enough. He was where he needed to be, a little bit, but not fully, snorting softly, his nostrils fluttering. Belesse’s hands roamed, though that was something that he would get used to in time, how she tweaked his nipples too, her own beading with drops of milky moisture. She would not lactate properly unless her breasts were groped and massaged, openly milked, but that could come with dawn and the waking, lighter hours.

His cocks remained inside her all night long, filling her pussy and anal passage with spurt after spurt, his balls aching. Yet Edward was nowhere near spent come morning when the others awoke and demanded more from him.

“Ohhhh, yesss!”

Mystique got on all fours for him, taking both of his dicks into her pussy at once, though he’d already left one messy cream-pie in her cunt already. He slammed in again and again, entirely of his own will, though he tried to tell himself that he didn’t have a choice. It was not as if he was pinned down as he fucked her doggystyle, seeming taller, his coat darker, though Edward didn’t have time to pay attention to things like that. The huge vixen ground her thick arse and thighs back at him, demanding every stroke that he had to give her as he filled her with yet another load, shuddering lust coursing through him as he emptied his nuts into her achingly tight pussy.

Drawing out, he left the messiest, sloppiest cream-pie yet in the wake of his cock, spurting the last drops over her pussy and tail hole, her huge stomach rounding down where she was kept in a constant state of pregnancy. Dimly, he wondered what his offspring with her would look like, yet Damya was already there, demanding that he shove his dicks down her throat.

“Mmmph!”

The monstrous’ woman lips stretched wider than he could have imagined, though he didn’t think that it would take long for her to be able to suck down both of his throbbing cocks at once. She swallowed him down, her hands around his thighs, grabbing his arse, dragging him to her. Edward, however, was not going anywhere as he grunted and thrust, eyes closed, gripping her by the high pigtails, just to slam his prick down her throat again and again. The other slid up and over her head as she sucked down all that she could, the odd sensation of tightness growing in his nuts more and more as if they were overfilling themselves with seed. Maybe his virility was forced to increase as well as his libido, as high as it already was, now that he was with the kinky trio?

What Damya really wanted from him, as she hunkered down on her knees to get at the right height for him, was a facial, however, ropes of seed spurting over her head, covering her face. Slick ropes of cum sprayed her down, dripping from her nose, her lips, even though they were already parted so that she could get as much as possible into her gob as she could.

“Mmmm…”

She stuck her tongue out, catching what cum she could on it, tail lifting, though Belesse was there again, wanting her primary, the stallion that she had claimed from the Divine One. No more was he one of two, but one of four, building their own tribe, her arms shifting and moving constantly back and forth under her cloak in a soothing flicker of motion.

“Please… I need…rest…sleep…”

But that wasn’t something that Belesse felt that she could afford Edward at that moment, her need rising, body aching with desire for him. She rolled her hips back at him as he perched weakly on a log, his head spinning with the dizzying height of his last orgasm, revealing her thick thighs. The cloak was not such a cloak, but a part of her drifting, spectral, monstrous figure, allowing him to grind his cocks over her thick backside, the wideness of her hips perking him back up again.

Edward groaned. Would it ever stop? He didn’t know how to keep going, his balls throbbing. It didn’t feel like he could cum again that many times before it was going to be too much for him, as much as he loathed even admitting that. Merely saying it out loud didn’t seem right as he muttered and begged for a break, even though a much larger part of him wanted to keep going. After all, it was not as if sex had not been all that he’d wanted and lived for before anyway.

He wanted it, Belesse squeezing his cocks between her thighs, letting her warm flesh fold around them. Her body was there for him as much as his was for her and there was no denying that, not even in that heart throbbing, heart stopping moment. Even her backside, what had been hidden before, was round and thick, soft and fleshy, though her strength, personally, did not lie in muscle and brawn. That was something that was probably more Damya’s forte, considering the multiple layers for fat that hid a lot with her, though her bulk showed it off just fine.

“Yesss…”

Belesse moaned, slipping into the moment as one of his cocks caught in her anal ring. She ground back onto it as the stallion weakly voiced yet another protest, though his body was not saying no. Neither was his mind, not fully, but that was all part of his training. They would not be quite as rampant in the future, though he would have to up his game if he wanted to keep fucking them. There was, however, a little help available to him…

“Bottoms up!”

Damya laughed raucously as she tipped Edward’s head back, tipping a tincture of herbs down his throat. For she was more than a sex craving monster, after all, and herbalism and potions of natural produce were her forte, allowing her to make a mixture that would both raise his vitality and soothe aches from his muscles. Edward gasped, hacking and gagging on it, but it went down more easily than he could have expected. It was like getting a shot of caffeine, cumming instantly, filling Belesse’s arse as his other cock spurted over her body. It had been crammed between her thighs and he trembled as he climaxed what felt like harder than ever before, her pussy squirting, messily painting him in a mixture of her juices too.

“Ohhh, yes! Yes, harder, Edward, take me!”

Belesse passionately cried out for him and Edward surged up with a ragged growl, bearing her onto all fours, though her arms braced her more easily, slamming both dicks into her holes. Why use only one, after all, when there were too? A victim of lust in that moment, the aphrodisiac laced tincture that he’d been fed coursed through him.

Sex, only sex. That was all that was needed even as the others clamoured around him, wanting their turn despite the craziness of the moment, how there was so very much going on, all at once. His cocks plunged into her tight holes, again and again, fucking her mindlessly, his coat a little darker all over again, his body changing, becoming something more suited to the will of the true monsters there.

Belesse’s pussy rippled and massaged his cock, demonstrating excellent muscle control, yet he could not have stopped going, the corrupted stallion, once a man, breaking down, grunting, groaning, thrusting into her as if he didn’t have a single care in the world left to him.

He had to do it, had to keep going, nothing else remaining to him, stroke after stroke disappearing into her tight body. With her pussy so tight, she could not help but squirt on his shaft, mind-numbing orgasms pulsing through her, Belesse riding the wave. It was a shame that she had to share him with the others, truly, but it was the way of it, the horse that had always been meant to be with them proving more than enough for all three.

In time, he would be even better.

*

Belesse was the only one of the three that had their wellbeing in mind, taking all out to gather food as they built a home, working with timber. Due to their size and strength, even in the heavily pregnant Mystique, they were able to do the job easily, though it was Edward’s old woodworking skills that allowed him to aid more often with the finer nuances of technique. Brute force, after all, didn’t get them everywhere.

Of course, he had to show them how to do things, letting them do most of the work, while he fucked one of them.

“Ah… Yes… The join…”

Edward moaned, thrusting, his cock stretching out Mystique’s throat while the fox whimpered for more. Sadly, her jaws still had not learned to stretch widely enough to take both cocks down her throat at once, though it was something that she was working towards.

She slurped down his loads, cum pouring down her throat even as he tried to direct the others. It was hard though, harder than even both of his cocks as she moaned around him. The thick bulge of his length ploughing down her throat was obvious to anyone looking and Mystique rubbed it plaintively, obviously relishing in the girth of his meat, the size of him, the stud that they had needed in their midst, all to satisfy every last one of their needs and so much more.

Yet his cum had to go somewhere as the slutty, pregnant vixen gulped down more and more of his cum, her belly bloating out higher up than her pregnant stomach. It turned the bulge of her pregnancy into something more, her belly itself squishier on top of that, soft and pliable, the sort of flesh that one could sink their fingers deliciously into. All that cum inside her, as she swallowed kinky load after load, only taking a break every so often so that she could breathe, though she did not have to draw back all that far off his dig.

Her belly bloated, sloshing about, overfilled with cream, and, still, she kept going. For there was nothing more that she wanted from Edward as the horse gave in, thrusting, hammering into her throat, “forcing” her to take it as the stud horse gave in to his baser needs and instincts.

Edward didn’t get much relief either out with Belesse, travelling, though he didn’t have much of an idea of how far they went. She had a large basket in one hand, which he had shown her how to weave, and she held him to her, keeping his cocks both inside her pussy as she moved, her body milking load after load from him. She might have been gathering food for her tribe, fruits that were in season and more, but that did not mean that she could not make use of him and his body in the meantime.

His body ached for her, cocks throbbing, seed pouring into Belesse, though he was sometimes hardly aware of what was happening. She gathered food, feeding him on the way, though Edward had a vegetarian diet while the other three did not. It was one of the things that had become different, after the change, some bodies becoming unable to cope with certain products anymore. But she cared for him, letting him sink into the softness of her cloak-like body, the milky sweetness of her skin, breasts pressing around his head.

And if he hungered, there was always the chance to suck on her breasts, to drink down her sweet, sweet milk, splattering it down his chest when he sucked harder than he could handle. Yet he was becoming more and more adept at it, tail flicking proudly, his cocks harder than ever, though he had not yet noticed the changes in him. For, as he fucked them more, becoming slightly more accepting, his body was darker, no longer bay but pushing into black, lumps on his back showing where something was growing. But Edward would not have cared even if he’d known, for there was no longer any transformation in the world that could concern him after the first, the greatest of all.

“There, you see?”

Belesse stopped him, though he growled, pushing her back, his cocks sloppily bouncing and spraying cum between her thighs. Seed plastered her pussy and thighs, dripping down over her anal ring, though his eyes lifted for a moment as he plunged back into her, two cocks straining her pussy perfectly tight around him.

His home. No, his home, but where he had lived before, the campus. He had not been aware that they had travelled so far, yet he lost sense of time when he was fucking them, not keeping to a regular sleep cycle. Maybe they had not gone directly to their new home also, or merely been searching for the right spot, though…

“Unff… Belesse…”

He struggled with his words, eyes flicking between the monster woman and his old home. The people down there were happy and whole, prosperous, though Edward would not have said more so than when he’d been there. Yet the meaning behind Belesse bringing him there to see them could not be missed and it was with wonder in his eyes that he leaned down tenderly to kiss her, tongues tangling, her soft and gentle features revealed to him in her pale face at long last.

She cared for him, like the others did, and he responded to that, his back rumbling and shifting, though there was no pain as tentacles sprouted from his back. They were a foot long, wriggling back and forth, though they wanted more, so sensitive that he could barely manage to do anything with them there, grunting, crying out, fucking Belesse harder and harder until she forced him to stop.

Yet that was only so she could please him too, getting on her knees, his cocks squeezed between her massive tits, the soft folds of flesh the second-best home for his dicks, other than the holes of her body.

“Let it all out,” she breathed, for she did not always have to be monstrous, being who she was, simply so, also. “You’re here with us now. You will never again want for anything. All is well… Ohhh!”

Her sweet words were overruled by one of his cocks jamming into her mouth, though Belesse eagerly fed the other down too, letting her body soften around him so that she was more easily able to take him in and down. For that was all she wanted in pleasing him, in showing Edward that there was more for him out there other than the tribe that he had devoted so much of his time and energy to. Where his sister had not wanted to fuck him, had turned her sights to more regal and royal matters, even, he could be exactly as he was with them and there never again would be any need at all for him to worry about anything otherwise.

His body was there, slamming into her, spraying her face down with cum, though it could barely be seen against the milky white of her skin, her face so pure that it came at stark contrast to her cloak. Still, his cream could be seen, dripping down her cheek and the delicate line of her jaw, a darker shade than the purity of the monster that she was.

All seemed to happen more quickly after that, Edward accepting more and more his position there, being allowed to sleep alone sometimes, though the stallion was restless, back at the developing home, wanting them. He sought out Damya at night to plug her arse full of both of his cocks at once, the monstrous woman rolling a little in her sleep, just to make it easier for him.

“Ohhh, yeah, stud, that’s the stuff… Fuck momma’s arse real good…”

She lusted for him, but he left his cocks in her while he slept too, waking to Mystique’s cunny bearing back in his face, though he could not help but wonder where Belesse was. He ate out the heavily pregnant fox, however, as if there was nothing at all else there to possibly take up his attention, his tongue delving into her pussy again and again. His cocks were still inside Damya, though she swapped them back and forth between her pussy and her arsehole, just for the sheer hell of it, lusting for variety as much as her kinky heart yearned for other things with Edward.

His tentacles grew a little more too as the days passed, slowly but surely, like the change of the seasons. Yet as they grew to four feet long, ten in total, in the end, he could use them to fill his harem as their bellies swelled with pregnancy, showing that they were sweetly fertile in different ways. That, of course, was no matter to him, knowing that his cream was virile and potent, but he swelled with a new kind of pride. Maybe being with them was not like his home, but better too, in a way. He didn’t know where his home truly lay, but things felt better and stronger and more settled right there where he was, fucking and letting them suck him off, his muzzle quite often stained with their juices.