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Breeding Monsters

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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The world was not recognisable by the year four-thousand-and-ninety-six. It was a raw and ragged and rugged world that had been beaten down to the marrow of the bone and the skeleton that it had once been, nature twisting into a contorted means of being in order to simply survive. Cities had been torn down into crumbling ruin, once tall skyscrapers having fallen, though some smaller buildings (in comparison) still stood in testament to the might of humanity that had once lived there. The natural world had reclaimed some of it but everything was left with a harsher edge to it, the tone rougher in colour than before.

Truly, nothing was meant to stay the same forever but the problem there was that humanity had hastened the demise of a planet that was meant to last for many thousands upon thousands of years more. It still had some use, of course, as the home of miscreants and misfits, those so-called "freaks" that had developed with the rise in the temperature of the earth, but little more than that. No one went there unless they were forced to.

Slade was an odd sort of fur, a hulking grey wolf with a broad, demanding chest. As a soldier, he was much in demand with the space force, infiltrating planet after planet while the main base was set on Mars still after the very first mission back a good thousand years to move off Earth. It simply was not sustainable to him but Slade leaned back in the seat of the single-pod transporter with a sigh, something churning in his gut that he could not have explained.

Failure...

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Oh, he'd failed all right but it was not a kind of failure that, truly, could have been out of the blue. Slade was sure that he'd been set up to fail, although he could not have said that he either knew or understood why, for he was a decorated soldier, a hero in so many ways. So many had looked up to him, although many too had claimed that he was intimidating, that he was a rogue to be put down. Of course, he was not all that bad and had done much for the colonies as they expanded and sought out fresh planets, new terrain, but something had gone wrong, very wrong.

One mission: infiltrate the enemy. Though he had not been given the tools to do the job properly or the equipment, forced to scrounge and scrape after all his heroic acts, though he could not have said why. In the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter that he had slipped up once, gotten caught and had to flee, only narrowly escaping with his life, with his tail quite literally between his legs. Yet Slade could not have said why it was, exactly, that they had cast him out, even though he was on his way to the one place in the galaxy that made his heart jump and flutter in weird and wonderful ways.

They couldn't punish him severely, even though he could not fathom why it was even an option, but they had a way to get rid of him. Whoever had looked through his medical files had done a good job, dredging up the counselling sessions from many years ago and...well...uncovering everything. The wolf shivered in place, the seatbelt tight across his chest as he curled forward, looking out as the land approached, the transporter easing smoothly through the atmosphere. It was the perfect way to make sure that he kept his mouth shut about what he saw, to ensure he was perfectly compliant even though they had surely determined that they had had their fill and use of him.

It was time for him to leave the force and return to Earth.

He held his breath as he stepped from the spacecraft, which was already churning and rumbling, pushing out his luggage on a conveyer belt that seemed to contain everything he'd ever owned, even what he'd put in storage when he'd gone off on missions or just to clear out his home. He wondered if his house would be sold but the need for that paled in comparison to the world he'd been tossed into, something squalling in the thick undergrowth.

He seemed to have been dropped off in a region that was more of a jungle, though the vegetation was clustered together with empty spaces between where the ground had been beaten down and the grass cropped very short to the dirt. It was a testament to the toughness of it that it could grow at all, the air thick and heavy with moisture, pathways between the clusters of towering trees and thick vegetation wide enough for maybe four or five of the muscled anthro wolf to pass through, at a push. It was strange, very strange, not like any world that he had, so far, set foot on, yet he was there to say as he panted lightly, tongue lolling out.

The chirps and clips rolled forth and he didn't know what to do, his heart torn between ignoring it and sorting his bags, even as the scent of them hit his nostrils. It was right and it was wrong and it was everything that they had dug up from his personal files, what had surely been his end in the force and the start of his life there. For every last one of the so-called "freaks" and "undesirables" on planet Earth was of the kind of monster that turned Slade's insides to goo, cock throbbing, lust rising, his fetish hopelessly uncontrolled and twisting violently into something warped, lusciously so. As much as he had tried to keep it under wraps for so many years, it had all come to the forefront of his reality, fingers shaking, his whole hands violently trembling as if he had gotten a real case of the shakes at long last. They always said that those in his forces were liable to trauma affecting them but maybe it had just manifested in the wolf in strange and wonderful ways, his tail wagging harder and harder as the very first of the monsters paced from the trees.

She was stunning, though had no face that he could recognise, even as a well-travelled wolf. Her eyes were hidden, questing her way around through echolocation, though he could have understood why they didn't want creatures like her roaming the universe freely. Her body may have been mistaken for goo with the petrol-like sheen to it, a black base topped with shimmers of purple, her skin hard as if it had become scaled but not quite. There was no word for what her skin actually was but the wolf could not help but let his eyes drop instantly to her breasts, a low groan rising from the back of his throat.

Slade's tail wagged quicker and quicker, the monster shorter than he was by only a head, lips parting to reveal a mouth full of need-like fangs and a roiling hiss that sent a shiver down his spine. She was humanoid in shape and swung her head slowly back and forth, sniffing audibly, and he stepped forward to meet her with trembling paws, any resistance that he'd had in his heart slipping away like water through his fingers, his cock massively tenting out the front of his army-issued trousers.

His shaft... Groaning, he rolled his shoulders back as her hands swept down his arms, exploring him, perhaps knowing that he was just like her, even though they may not have looked exactly alike. That was neither the name nor the need of it, of course, but they were one and the same in lusts and passions, his cock ripping through his trousers with the colossal size of it demanding freedom. Never again would Slade be clothed again on Earth, for that would hinder his lust and the expenditure of it, his hyperphallic length throbbing to full hardness, a good few feet in size to match the bulk and heft of him. His hips were strong to support it but the monster crooned and snarled, rasping out her lust as her breasts jiggled with the sway of her body, ripping off what remained of his clothes, baring him to the world in but his fur.

There were others there but he barely noticed them as her hands landed on his shoulders, shoving him back, moving over him. Although she was quite large herself, she had no tail with which to balance herself and nearly collapsed onto his chest in her haste to get on top of him. But not even a clumsy moment was about to call halt to such lustful proceedings as the monster-woman mounted him, lifting her hips high so that her wet folds could find the tip of his cock, plunging deep.

In a moment, she was grinding down on his pole, the outline of his breeding spire showing through her lower abdomen very obviously, a meaty bulge that made Slade want more. His head spun but there was no going back from the rest of his life as he let her buck and thrust on his cock, slipping down more and more, moan after moan forced out from breathless jaws. Her teeth glistened in what seemed to be the late evening light, hinting a touch of red in the sunset, but there was nothing romantic about how their bodies came together, her skin hard and you somehow still pliable as he gripped her with his clawed fingers.

There was no holding the dominant female back, however, as much as he wanted to savour it, her hips rocking and grinding on him as if he was the only male that she had seen in many moons, if not years. His cock was enveloped by her pussy and the size of her was truly known as her pussy took his cock like a pro, the bulge pushing right up to where her stomach must have been. Alas, he didn't know anything about the anatomy of the very many monsters that roamed the planet, although he would come to know specific parts of them very intimately.

She snarled, showing her teeth, humping all the way down on him to take the entirety of his dick into her cunt, though not even that was enough for her. His knot swelled too quickly at the very base of his cock and that was just another target for her as she hissed and snarled, her fangs snapping, head swinging back and forth despite what she sought being right there under her. His cock throbbed and pulsed within her, the smooth skin tapered at the tip and sliding back and forth with the hump of her hips, driving her on, other creatures coming, poking their heads out of the undergrowth, although he was hers and she would have it no other way!

She was not to be turned away from her purpose in taking him so swiftly as she snarled and growled and gave the lucky wolf the ride of his life, hips cracking down over and over again. Her pace seemed to know no limits and there certainly was no pain either in any of it, the hard-packed dirt under Slade's body the perfect leverage for her to pound her pussy onto his cock. His dick didn't even have to only stay within her pussy as her body stretched to accommodate him, shoving the head right up into her womb and securing it there, penetrating even that barrier as if it was nothing at all.

Soon, all on the planet would come to know that a breeder was finally in their midst, one who could take them all, so many females there and few males to be had. Some were a mix of sexes but they had their own minds and lives, only sent there as the rest of humanity and the furry world in its traditional form simply hadn't wanted them there. And that was okay too for they were left with a raw and ravenous rampant sexuality, the monster woman popping his knot in and out of her cunt as orgasm ripped through her. It crashed down and would have knocked her from her post atop the wolf if not for his large, strong paws closing around her tits, groping and squeezing, though he was in so much of a delirium of lust that it was a wonder that he could do anything at all. The wolf growled and snarled, showing his teeth, but it was only heralding the swift approach of his orgasm, how his legs tried to scrape and shove themselves under him, yet he could not as she dominated him completely and utterly.

She was too powerful for him, Slade's fur matting with dark clumps of sweat, moisture reeking freshly around him. The monster bucked above him, his vision taken up by her black and purple-tinted skin, how her breasts heaved with every rock of her body. Breath, what was breath? The wolf could hardly breathe himself, muscles bulging obviously through his fur as he rocked and thrust, thinking only of the outcome, his knot finally swollen to its fullest, fattest extent. As loathe as he was to release her tits, he had to have that grand finale, lust absolutely exploding, his huge nuts churning, so large that he'd had to have special clothes fitted for him and underwear to tuck them up and away.

Yet it was coming as her juices soaked his cock and the fur at his crotch, slickening the way for her pounding drive, stealing orgasm from him as his head fell back, howling out his own. Ropes of thickly creamy, virile seed flooded her cunt and, still, she ground down on him as if there was nothing else for them in the world, neither of them aware of just how much attention they'd attracted. Whereas the monster woman would be left to her time and peacefully allowed to go on with the rest of her day, Slade would not rest for many, many hours, not with the lusts of so many rampant bodies to fill.

She locked herself onto his cock, his knot forcing her to be still, and Slade fed his fetish even more, drinking it all in, his hunger for her unparalleled by anything else. More, he needed more, wanted it all, even as he filled her, the last spurts of his seed drooling forth. One orgasm was not enough, lying there in a daze as his paws groped her hips, her arse, her tits, how they hung so very heavily, her body tipping forward as she crooned and wriggled. Waiting on the softening of his knot, she was shoved aside by another creature with scales and fines, though the reptile-like monster woman only planted herself on his cock backside first, her back to him so that he could not even see what delights her monstrous muzzle held.

A thick tail was there for him to hold onto though as she dominated him, trading one female for the next, his body there to be used as his lusts grew and grew. Slade had never before found a time where his balls would not replenish themselves as swiftly as he could cum, though there had been few back where he'd come from that were even willing to try taking his cock. They wanted him desperately, wanted him terribly, but he just wasn't able to get what the beasts of the monster women were able to give him, cum pouring into the cunt of the next as he knotted her with a ragged howl.

Yet he was there until she had finished with him, her stomach left bloated with his seed and swollen, his head rolling. She looked as if she was several months pregnant with the sheer volume of seed that he'd pumped into her, though Slade was rather worse for wear too, dirt and dust clinging to his dark coat of fur. He wanted something, something more, grunting and humping and snarling, though one followed the other, his seed spent, milked from him. Every monster woman was left with a womb full of cum and Slade rested assured well enough that his genes were spread throughout the local population. His sexual prowess too managed to come to the forefront of it all, his cock throbbing but never aching painfully, no matter how many times he was used, the monsters yowling and snarling and squirting messily on his cock, soaking his fur so that he reeked of them.

When they finally finished welcoming him to their world, he was left hungry for something other than food, licking his chops and hatching a plan to track down the biggest and the baddest monster women on the whole planet. His belongings were as swiftly sorted and stored in a rudimentary home, though the safety and security of his home was mostly placed in urinating around the perimeter of his territory, keeping everything secure in a cave. There was no such thing as locks left there and he was out in the wilds with so very many monster women to please that he could spend his whole life doing that work.

He couldn't wait.

Slade didn't know who he chose to track first, only that one set of tracks proved more interesting to him, her scent more alluring. One would do as well as any other as he hunkered down, getting a good whiff of her scent where it had been left in the ground, need rising, the throbbing hardness of his cock leading the way. And thus began his purpose on the planet, left to his own kinky devices for the rest of his days.

He came upon her in the ruined city, though the name of it was long gone. She was taller, taller than him, lean in a way but bulky too with her two arms - on each side, that was - and multiple breasts. The curves of her body drew the eye and Slade was in motion before she was, snarling and snapping, though a part of the wolf too knew that he couldn't have hoped to dominate her.

He wasn't there to take the top position by any means, growling and tussling with the humanoid monster, though it was always clear who was going to win. Her scent pay thick in the air as they cracked through and rolled into broken, bare concrete walls, paper and paint having long since peeled from that shred of old ways of living. Bands of red layered her dark blue-black arms and his eyes raked up her several pairs of breasts hungrily, diving between them to slurp and nuzzle luxuriously, dragging her nipples into his mouth two at a time to suck. Her head had some kind of hair in the sense that it was frond-like and standing up in a wavy fashion, but that was something that Slade cared little about as she twisted sinuously, like a serpent, onto all fours beneath him, an unearthly shriek ripping from her throat as she speared her pussy onto his cock.

It was all as it was meant to be as she dominated him even then, the rampant thrust and grind of her hips pinning him back against the wall. As much as the wolf snarled and snapped, the hardness of old concrete was more than enough to brace him in place, shoulders rolling, his paws falling, hopelessly, to her backside. He'd tracked her down but she was in heat and she needed him, eyes closed and lips parted in an ungodly wail. Yet her trembling and grinding could only have conveyed pleasure as he snarled and growled back at her in turn, begging her to keep going, wanting more, always more, so very much more.

Her hips ground and bucked back at him, controlling him, dominating him, screeching as she climaxed on his cock. She took all she needed from him and then more too, humping madly, something that would never have flown in a civilised society. Maybe that was why Slade had never truly fit in there either, wanting something more, his lust rising, throbbing, pulsing, scaring off lovers as whispers of him abounded far and wide. But the monster women could take his cock over and over again and he would face no consequences from it, snarling and snapping and pouring his lust into her as he knotted her hard and full.

It engorged and expanded, swelling to fit her cunt, sealing them together while she keened out orgasm, locked there until his cock had softened. Ropes of slick seed filled her pussy, though it was more than one orgasm, her rippling, hot cunt coaxing orgasm over orgasm from him, the male stud not even knowing what she was doing to his body as his ears flicked back, lips pulling back from his lips in a ragged snarl that he would never have thought natural coming from him.

There was more, so much more, seed pulled from him, his cock too sensitive but still pumping as her belly bloated out and out with the sheer volume of seed he pumped into her. It spilt into her womb and was kept there with his swollen knot, not even letting a drop of his cum escape as her pussy clenched down and squirting. If he had reeked of other monsters before, he reeked of her and her alone from that time, marked with her sticky essence, her scent clinging to him in the very best of ways. The fronds atop her head wavered lightly and she crooned breathlessly to him, though both of them knew well enough that they were far from done yet.

There was no end to such passion as they fucked day and night from that point on, her stomach growing larger and larger every day. Slade thought at first that he was simply filling her with that much cum that it had to sit in her swollen womb but it soon became apparent that she was heavily pregnant, her body racing through the pregnancy at quite a pace. Maybe it was something about how their genes came together that exacerbated it but that was none of their concern until she laid a glistening clutch of soft-shelled eggs and he fucked her full and pregnant all over again.

He left her, though they would meet again as he lusted for a harem, even though he did not quite know how the monster women would feel about living with others that shared the same inclination of breeding him into a messy, drooling lump of a wolf. His tongue hung out constantly as he loped along, leaving the city for a desert environment, rougher and more arid than he would have liked with a heavy coat of fur. It was some protection from the sand but the stinging grains clung to him, worming their way in between his toes and making him wriggle then anxiously, trying to free the discomfort while his nose twitched, picking up fresh scents.

Where to? Sleep was still something he needed a little of and Slade stopped off in a cave to get out of the heat, choosing to travel the most in the earliest and the latest hours, though the desert would not stretch on forever. It was just something man-made for the purposes of controlling the outer reaches of the city, though that had not gone well in the grand scheme of things.

It was there he found another person with a giggle on her lips, though she was less than half his size. Although the small woman had a belly full of cum already, though she would not tell him from where, she slurped up his cock, black hair shoved back in a scraggy mess from his shoulders, eyes wide and wide with lust for him.

"Oh, fuck me..."

He could not deny her and would not have denied himself either when her need was so great, though he had to allow her a moment of respect in helping her remove her clothes. That was not something that Slade had to worry about anymore and would not still as he plunged into her, taking advantage of her smaller form for a lick of dominance that he had not had since he'd moved to the planet. No longer did it seem as if he was dumped there, an outcast like the rest of them, snarling and snapping as he ploughed her cunt full, hammering and thrusting as the bulge of his cock showed through her lower abdomen.

Yet her moans rose along with her stomach as he pumped load after load into her, her legs kicking, shoes still on, squealing, moaning out his name over and over again as she begged for more of his seed. He might have gotten the strange woman's name at some point but Slade was more fascinated by the massive reach of her stomach, swelling more and more with every load, though nothing seemed to drool from her, not even when he popped his knot back out. Her soft folds closed around his cock as he slammed in hard and fast, pinning her with the weight of his body while her belly forced him to lift his chest, finally supporting himself over her on his paws and knees while she did her best to wrap her skinny legs around his hips. He was too big for her in that regard, though her cunt hungrily gulped down his cock like a whore on her knees, alternating between having him fill her cunt and add to her grossly inflated stomach and dump a load down her throat. Unfortunately, not even she who had had her name forgotten in breeding lust could take his cock down her throat as much as she wantonly slurped at the tip, his seed spilling down her tits to mark her with his load as many times as they wanted to.

Alas, he had another monster, for which she was one too, to hunt and left her there with another scent trail to lead her back to his home and his base. He wanted a harem, a lusty tribe of monster women who wanted his cock each and every day, every hour, his balls forever aching and yet never running dry no matter how many times he climaxed. There were more monsters out there, however, and he had to keep going, not even knowing that he was being hunted too.

He was scavenging for tinned food in an old factory (and scored quite well too amongst the abandoned stocks) when she smashed into him, seething, roiling heat climbing over him. He slid over a conveyer belt that had long since stopped working, hunkered down and snarling, although there was no true need for fear for him in such a place.

The monster woman crouched with one long leg stretched out atop a machine, her humanoid form giving the impression, if only vaguely of a red panda, though the bands on her body were a dark grey, almost black, and soft creamy-orange. Yet in the trade of monsters, her triangular ears quivered, begging his attention, a smirk on her purple lips and the two lips on her breasts too, one for each. They puckered up as if eager for him already, her tail wavering softly back and forth with another face on it just like hers, both framed with a thick crop of luxurious hair that was such as if it had been styled in that perfectly sexy, sensual way. That could have, however, been Slade's over-active imagination at work, putting meaning where there was none, though it was all meaning that would, of course, come to a lustful end so very soon.

"Should we take him?" The tail-head whispered to the main one, nuzzling up behind her ear. "Oh, he's so thick and juicy!"

That could have been attributed to a very different scenario but Slade was hard and ready and she was on him in a moment. Yet she did not mount him like all the others had, her chest going for his cock as the lips smooched and tried to press in around him. His cock, however, pushed between her tits, grinding back and forth, the wolf more than ready to hump against them as she dropped to her knees, giggling as he played right into what she wanted him to do. It had been a long time indeed since the monster woman had had a stud like him to play with and, truth be told, she wouldn't let him go for a good while, even in the factory, until she'd had more than her fill of him.

The lips on her tits found his cock and one swallowed him up as he leaned over her, a paw on her shoulder for balance. Her paws rested on his thighs, coaxing him on, though no one needed to worry about the rampant passion that Slade set to bring forth in breeding lust. Over and over, he pounded his cock impossibly into one tit and then the other, although the lips sucked closed before his knot, faintly preventing him from knotting them. Whether that was because her mouth-breasts could not take his knot or she was saving that delight for another time was something that only passed swiftly through his mind as he pounded them, marking her lips with his cream as they flexed and pulled, parting to show off the slick dose of his cum already sliding into their strange openings.

Yet there were more natural, more known, pleasures to take too. Her pussy beckoned him as he tried to push over her but found her tail wrapped around him, the lips on her second face puckering up to smooch his muzzle. She licked at his face and slurped and nuzzled but it was her cunny that he was interested in first and foremost, too caught up in his lust to come to any sense of himself. He was prey to her, only prey, and if he'd thought that he was building a harem for himself, he would have been mistaken in not realising that there were only lusty creatures out there hunting him too.

Nothing untoward, of course. It was all in the name of pleasure, exotic thrills tingling through the wolf as he found himself pinned half over a conveyer belt, his cock jammed up into her cunt as she rode him. He didn't even remember when she'd gotten on top of him but her pussy was around his cock, the lips on her chest drooling cum as they practically pushed out big dollops of it, letting it slop down her chest, her lust well and truly on show. The monster woman howled and bucked on his cock, a leg to the side of him and hooked at a weird angle. She was not constrained by traditional restraints, her body more flexible than anyone could have expected, tail flicking back and forth as she howled from both of her heads at once.

"Ohhh, yessssss! He's perfect!"

"So perfect!"

They talked about him as if he was of no consequence at all, though Slade didn't care about that. Her pussy clenched around him as she squirted messily, soaking his crotch, her scent seeping into him. It would take him weeks upon weeks and many, many more mating sessions to tease her scent from his fur, but he would have to leave the creature who had decided that he was the best mate for her heavily pregnant before he was allowed to go. Not that Slade minded one bit, his cock throbbing and spurting, knot grinding up against the lips of her cunny.

Deeper... Yes, yes, so very much deeper! His tongue hung out of his muzzle and he groaned out loud, lashing his muzzle with his long, wet tongue, though a small action like that was not going to ease the tension from his body. Only orgasm was going to help that, a moan on his lips, throat trembling with cries that he had not even known could come from his lips, her pussy both perfectly yielding and yet inexplicably tight at the same time. He didn't have to worry about that though, grunting and groaning, curving up with a great force of will to sloppily French kiss her breasts, both in turn, her lusty body primed for sex.

Orgasm was coaxed from him but the reason for her not grinding his knot into her cunt soon became apparent as she laid him out like a feast to be enjoyed, her tail nuzzling around to his cock.

"Ohhh..."

But that was the last moan that her tail-head was about to get out as the fluff caressed him, lips enveloping his cock as she took him deep into that mouth. He pushed up into her tail with raw abandon, twisting and humping and grinding, not even the awkward angle or the pressure of machinery against his lower back, having changed position, enough to stop him. No, he was there for his lust and one monster was even better than the other, his hunger driving him on, moaning and yowling and shoving his knot up to her large, plush lips. Huge and soft, they teased over his knot as if they dared to suck that deep into her mouth too, desperate for more, the monster woman as lusty as he could have expected her to be.

The factory was not the most romantic place but it was all they had to work with as her mouth rippled around him, though Slade could not tell through a haze of lust whether he was shoving into a mouth or a pussy. A throat-like ripple pulsed around him, teasing and coaxing, pulling a load of cum from him as his paw managed to just about grip the base of his cock, the throbbing knot needing that extra little bit of stimulation to push over the edge. He was a monster of a stud himself, that was true, but even he was a creature with certain kinds of needs to be fulfilled.

"Deeper, deeper..."

The ravenous monster woman leaned over him, snarling and growling, eyes wide and wild, need pumping up thick and fast. His seed streamed down the insides of her legs, her pussy unable to contain every drop, but he would soon find that he could impregnate her through her tail-head's mouth too, her throat working, taking his load down, even allowing him to, finally, pop his knot into her mouth.

Howling, he slammed in with all the raw abandon in his soul, tail thrashing, for it moving like that could not possibly be considered a wag. The monster suckled him deeply, milking him of his seed with the rippling pulse of the hole he was filling, her lips so very soft and plush, teasing his thickness. His smooth length had found the perfect entrance and he grunted thickly in the back of his throat, losing sense of time and place as one orgasm crashed into the next, his balls never emptying.

No, his nuts would never run dry and he kept on and on, groaning softly, whimpers and whines breaking from his lips as his hackles raised. His tail tried to lift proudly at that peak of orgasm but one rolled so seamlessly into the next that it was simply impossible to tell where the first had ended. She was so soft and sensual even in her raw ravaging, twisting around to press her pussy to his muzzle as he slurped into her happily and eagerly. Her tail-head did the job on his cock, taking his seed deep and straight down into her while he devoured her pussy. It was all he needed, all he had ever wanted, hardly able to believe his strangely ill-fated luck that he had ended up in the one place in the entire galaxy that could please him until the end of time. There was no end of life when it came to rampantly sexual lusts but Slade was more than keen to find out how far things could go, how far all of them could push things, breaking the boundaries of sex and lust in new heights of pleasure.

The monster with four mouths (including the two on her tits) kept him there for what had to be over a month, allowing him to see just how rapidly she could race through her pregnancy. It was hotter and hotter to fuck her, back in her home, though her home was more of a nest with good shelter, an awning allowing her to look out over a reclaimed valley that had once been a residential area but was greener, nature taking it back for its own.

Her stomach rose in a smooth bulge and he lapped over it softly as he thrust into her, though there still could not be any question as to who was really in control there. The female monsters were the dominant ones and that was that, "nurses" of sorts looking after all the young that Arabella, the monster with multiple mouths, had birthed, her fluffy tail wrapped around Slade even as he fucked her. Ramming in with devious delight, he put every last ounce of his energy into his thrusts, cramming his cock in, knotting her and popping it in and out as she howled and squirted on his cock.

"Yes! More - more!"

She didn't have to be eloquent to get her point across, twisting and grinding onto him, changing positions as often as they liked. Of course, riding him was the best when her stomach was huge and swollen, her breasts leaking milk even though Slade had, at first, thought that it was his cum coming back out, that he had overfilled her to such an extent that it simply had nowhere else to go.

Every inch of her oozed sexuality but, eventually, he had to leave her, fat and pregnant, with a scent trail back to his home and where his harem would be based when her latest pregnancy had come to sweet fruition. She would find him again, sexy monster Arabella, but there was one monster left on his current list that he knew of, that he wanted there too.

She had no name but he would give her one when he knew more about her, stalking her across the plains as the golden grass rustled in a quiet wind that picked at his fur as if it was being caressed by invisible fingers. She stood tall, a good two-feet taller than him, with dark scales tinted with the blue of storm clouds, that rumbling underbelly that promised trouble. Red accents tinted her scaled, leathery-like skin with her head rising as if in a crown, eyes crimson and dark with sordid intent. Her breasts hung heavily under their weight but there was no denying the lust trembling through her humanoid form, standing there braced as the wind, finally, picked up, sweeping across the empty space between them.

"You've come for meee..."

Her voice was low but she did not have to try to be seductive as her clawed fingers reached for him and Slade hurled himself into motion, his cock drooling and bobbing as he raced to her. There was nothing else for him, nowhere else he could go, only her, only ever her.

They crashed together, two muscled, strong bodies twisting and tangling, though there could never have been any question as to who would end up on top. She was strong, stronger than even Slade and his bulging muscles, the wolf snarling and snapping, never once even actually hoping to be able to ride and pound her as he truly wanted. He was just a breeding vessel for her, something that he could milk the seed from again and again, trying to drain his balls against all the odds. They churned and he practically felt his seed flowing from them, though it was hard to think about anything as her pussy swallowed his cock and immediately drew his cum forth.

It was not a true orgasm but it was even better than that, ecstasy throbbing and driving, his hind paws scrabbling as he tried to flip them over. Yet it was not for him to take control as he howled out his lust, her sex hotter than ever, a burning heat that was almost too much for him to bear. Perhaps she was a monster of fire or lava but that was something too that he would only come to know in time, her burning juices flowing down his cock, marking his fur, the charred scent of her coursing through. It cut through even what was between them, a moan on his lips, though it never truly left his lips to begin with when there was so much for him to lust after.

She was glorious and he stared up at her as the evening merged into the night, stars twinkling so very high above, more than he had ever seen in the space-cities, though it was always other galaxies that one was looking at, regardless of what planet he was on. They were soothing and grounded him, allowing him to relish in the smooth, slick sensation of his soaked and dripping knot popping in and out of her. She toyed with him, relaxing her cunt as she let his knot in and out, though she could seal him inside her too, her passage rippling and pulsing, able to hold him there indefinitely if she so chose.

Yet she would tease him back and forth, playing with his body, riding and humping and grinding down onto him. Time had no meaning for her and she would fuck him on and on through the storm, thunder crackling through the grounds, the perfect tenor to provide a backdrop to their lusty liaison. Slade could barely breathe but such a thing as breath ceased to matter all that much to him anymore when his cock was buried in such a hot hole. The monster woman howled out her lust above him as lightning lanced across the sky, neither of them caring one bit for the danger as she pressed down, thighs squeezing around him, near enough crushing his hips.

She knew just what she wanted and it was the thrill of the danger of it all that had him thrusting and humping, trying to bear up into her as much as she had him pinned down. Her muscled thighs squeezed and he ran his paws down them, groping her body, finding her arse, bending up with a contraction of his abdominals to suckle her tits into his mouth. Of course, they were too large for him to get anything much of her actual breasts into his maw but his tongue could do that work for him, sweeping and curling around her nipples in a lap and a flick, drawing moans of pleasure from her lips.

The wolf would be the best fuck she'd ever find on the whole planet and she would never forget him, especially so when he brought her back to his cave to be part of his harem. It would be up for debate, even then, however, whether he was the pet stud that they kept around or if he actually had a harem of his own. Not that it mattered, of course, as she clenched and squirted around him, the wild buck of her hips enough to break a lesser creature even though she was, in fact, being quite gentle with him.

Slade didn't want gentle. He wanted humping and grinding, the raw moans ripping out of his throat, leaving it sore in the wake of them. And it was all his to take for the monster ladies would never again leave him without a hot and ready hole to fuck, never again leaving him alone even while he hunted down more and more, hungrily bringing them into the folds of his harem for their mutual pleasure.

"Argatha," he wheezed, his fur soaked with sweat and her juices, bucking up into her as he just about managed to scrape his hind paws under him. "You... Your name..."

She only smiled down at him, her eyes softening but her smile, heavily fanged, remaining the same, tipping her chin down to see him as much as she wanted to throw her head back in fits of passion. It was a good name, better than the one that she'd been left with, her identity secure in the arms of such delicious ecstasy.

And that was the way it was supposed to be.

*

Slade lay back on the soft moss of the cave floor, although he'd had to work at enlarging the cave mouth to allow some of the bigger monsters inside. Everyone wanted to be inside with him all of the time but the studly wolf was more than happy to please everyone time after time again, the monster women bringing him food and water and ensuring that he never went without. That did not mean, of course, that he was sexually in control all of the time though, letting them pound him, dominate him, taking his seed even though most of them were perpetually heavily pregnant with large, rounded stomachs bulging out. Their pregnancies were all extreme whether they birthed live young or laid eggs, though that was a part too that he was willing to help them through too, however they pleased. They were all that he could ever have wanted, lolling about the cave on soft blankets, things that they had woven and scavenged, for their civilisation was different to the one that the colonisation of space had sought out.

It was a better way of life, a way of life that suited him. It was everything he needed and, less than strangely, he was not concerned at all with his past life. No one would ever find him there and it was better for him. No one could judge him and, still, he lusted for expanding his horizons, seeking out what could please him, pushing on and on as his cock was swallowed up by Arabella, the fur-like monster with a second head on her tail. Her tail-head moaned around his length but was still more than able to get the knot into her mouth, her cries muffled even as he spent a howling load inside her.

His life was better than it had ever been, head lolling back, another pussy delving down on his cock, even though he was unsure just which monster was riding him at that moment. There was neither any real need for him to do anything either, not if he didn't want to, though his lust would always be there, tingling through with the passion of a true, breeding stud. He couldn't have lost his arousal and inclination for them if he'd tried, one day blending into the next, more and more, time passing without him even noticing.

Did he need to?

Ah...

Slade groaned.

No, no... None of that was something that a breeding stud needed to worry about, slurping into the pussy of his very first monster woman, her sex closing around him, suckling him like a pair of lips and a ready throat. Every one of them could take him down their throats, defying the laws of what should have been possible, though he pushed it more and more, drooling with passion, barely able to control his own body as raw need trembled through him.

"Do me..."

"Me next..."

"I was here first..."

It was not whining but snarling, the monster women all as dominant as each other as they hissed and playfully fought, though their goal was a shared one when it came to satisfying their needs. And thus it would be to the end of time as they mounted their stud whether they were pregnant or not, swollen and need and drooling in a constant state of need.

Slade howled.

The new order of the world had come.

And they were there to lust for it.