Breeding 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.

All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.

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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...

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.