Author's Note: This story is based VERY LOOSELY on the Monster Girl Encyclopedia. More specifically, I took the idea of a world of hot monster girls and populated it with my own monsters of choice. Hope you enjoy it. Please review/comment if you have the time. Thanks!
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My head spins for a moment, my vision returning in a foggy blur. I blink my eyes once, then twice. When I see my surroundings I close my eyes tightly and open them again, to see if I can rectify what my mind obviously didn't see properly. But still my surroundings appear the same. I am lying on a small road, a path made by the footsteps of travelers pounding grass into dirt. I am in the middle of a light forest; trees border the road and arch over it, but they don't quite form a tunnel. I am still dressed in my usual black attire, and I have the distinct feeling I'm nowhere near my home.
Today, I received in the mail a copy of a Japanese book I'd ordered a few weeks prior. An English translation of course, as I'm too impatient to learn the complex Japanese language. The book, entitle Monster Girl Adventure, chronicled all sorts of delightful monstrous female creatures and their fantasy world. Amazons, spider-women, female dragons, harpies, and all with the need to feed off of human males. There were no male monsters. Human men were used for reproduction, their semen was absorbed for life force, as was their saliva and sweat by some monster girls, and sometimes the unfortunate men were eaten. Needless to say, the whole idea was fairly hot, so I ordered the English book.
When I received it, I hurried up to my room at home, my heavy black boots pounding up the stairs. I locked my door, turned on the stereo, and plopped onto my bed to delve into this world of monster girls. Being both a heavy metal fan and a fantasy nerd were not great ways to wow the ladies, so I opted to lose myself in these fantasies. I opened the book and saw a table of contents listing monster girls by their type.
As I flipped to the first page, I remember my surroundings suddenly began to lose their focus. I became less aware of the stereo and its blaring thrash metal. My bed seemed to be present, but only in principle; I couldn't really feel it, it just held me up. The air was cooler, but my ceiling fan was off. I began to read and then...
As I stand now on the path, checking my pockets to ensure I've not been robbed, I wonder where I am. My cell phone has no signal, which is just typical for it. I find myself thankful that I still have my knife, a five inch steel folding blade that never leaves my pocket. Wherever I am, it's looking like evening and I'd rather not be alone out here in the dark.
To that end, I set off toward the setting sun, west along the dirt track. The trees seem to get a bit thicker, which is disheartening, as I'd hoped to clear the forest by nightfall and find out where I was. Get my bearings at least. As it stands, I recognize approximately nothing of any practical use. This is why, when I round a wide bend in the path and see a woman moving slowly down the center of the road, I hurry toward her.
She is moving slowly, and wearing a hat and cloak. All the same, I can discern that she is a woman. The feminine hands, the sweep of her ample bosom; perhaps a bit of a larger woman, but what does that matter. From a distance I smell a scent rolling off her in waves, a pungent, sweet perfume that is like nothing I've ever smelled. Perhaps made from some exotic berries.
"Excuse me, ma'am!" I call out, going for polite so she won't mistake me for some metalhead thug and run away. "I'm lost, I have no idea where I am or how I got here, can you help me?"
"You aren't from around here are you?" she responds in an intrigued tone. "You don't smell like any other man from here."
"Uh... sure, right." I fumble for words after such an odd reply. "How about helping me find a phone so I can call a cab and get home?"
"I don't know what those things are, but I won't help you find them." she bluntly explains. "Do you know what I am? You don't, do you?"
"An unhelpful bitch?" I try.
She laughs and in a single motion, her cloak and hat fly off, and I scream. Her head and torso appear normal, though her eyes are solid black. Her skin is discolored, it is inordinately pink. She wears nothing under the cloak. But her lower body, pink as the rest of her, is a sticky mass of mucus-like flesh. It is a slug's body. My jaw drops and my eyes go wide with fear. Reflexively, my pocket knife snaps open in my hand and I take up a defensive pose.
"Silly boy," she coos, "you can't hurt me. Haven't you ever seen a monster before?"
"Monster?! Where am I?" I demand.
"They don't have monsters where you come from?" she asks, genuinely curious. "You really are far from home. But it's okay, I'll make you forget all that. You'll be such a good pet."
Monsters? A pet? It hits me then... the book! Am I, am I somehow inside that world, inside the Monster Girl Adventure tome, or it's world at least? How? Why? As a true nerd I've always loved the idea of exploring a book's world, but this is madness. It's impossible.
While my mind reels, the Slug Girl has moved closer and she makes a grab at me. Though her upper body looks normal, it is still slimy and sticky. She catches my left wrist and I can't shake lose, try though I might. My knife darts forward to slice at her ample bosom, only to get stuck, blade-first, in her cleavage. The Slug Girl giggles and with a small grunt of effort, expels the knife from her body and sends it clattering away.
"Let go!" I cry as she pulls me into a sticky embrace.
"You'll feel so good, and taste so good." she purrs ecstatically.
"Taste?" I gulp. "Are you going to eat me?"
"I'll feed on your life force," she elaborates, "and keep you as my little pet. You'll love it."
As I struggle, she lifts me up slightly, pressing me against her so that my legs adhere to her bulk and I can't reach the ground. I scream loudly, crying out in fear and dismay. My heart hammers in my chest, my muscles shake from trying to pull free of her adhesive body, but to no avail. I am panicking as the Slug Girl carries me off the road, moving slowly between the trees with a slithering, squelching sound. But even as I cry out in terror and thrash pathetically in my captress' embrace, I feel my manhood stiffen at being carried off by this monster girl. How can this be arousing? She's half slug!
"I'm begging you," I try once more, "let me down and I'll leave you alone, I promise."
"But I want you." she informs me. "So now you belong to me. I won't hurt you, too much, my little pet boy."
We've come to the mouth of a small, dark cave, a deeper black against the blackness of the now night-darkened forest. The Slug Girl carries me into the cave and my eyes slowly adjust to the gloom. It is not massive, but not tiny. A narrow path opens onto a chamber about as big as a school classroom. Near the left wall is a pond, which my captress surely uses to keep hydrated. But hydration is not her current priority. She has other hunger in mind at the moment, and I am about to be her meal.
Sticky, slimy hands tear my clothing with surprising force. My shirt comes apart easily, though she struggles with my pants. Finally, frustrated, she throws me painfully on the ground and, to my horror, begins to scoot over me. Her heavy, slimy bulk settles on my torso, her head facing away from me. I groan loudly, uncomfortable under the weight and the feeling of this undulating bulk. From her new position, she is able to slide off my boots, socks, pants, and underwear, leaving me nude. Only then does she turn herself to face me properly, moving off of my body and pulling me up to eye level with her.
"P-please," I beg, all pretenses of strength forgotten, "I'm a... I'm a virgin. I can't do this with y-you--"
"Oh, a virgin boy!" she grins ecstatically. "A real treat for me tonight. Virgins always taste best."
My scream is cut off by my Slug Girl lover pulling my face forward and covering my mouth in a relentless, sticky kiss from which I cannot escape. Her mouth and tongue taste sweet. I breathe through my nose, inhaling her scent, for my mouth is kept captive while my body is pressed against her. Her squishy membrane parts, shifting slightly to engulf my manhood and testicles. Her body tightens around my genitals. It feels warm inside her.
The Slug Girl begins to squeeze my penis with her body, letting folds of her bulk caress my shaft and balls. I groan into her mouth, which she perceives as an invitation to continue. Her body pulses faster, more intensely, for it is designed to work its victims to a climax so it can feed. And work me it does, squeezing and caressing, tightening around the tip and vibrating in such a way that I can't resist. Against my will, my hips thrust forward, again and again, my shaft is squeezed within her, mercilessly milked for every drop of my seed.
"You ARE yummy!" she proclaims, at last freeing my mouth. "I can't wait to do this to you all the time."
"I... you... can't... do..." I gasp incoherently, exhausted already and still regaining control of my mouth after that near-endless kiss.
"Not forever," she admits, "probably for a few years, before I decide to find a new husband. Then I'll just gobble you up and have done with you."
"What?!" I exclaim. "No! No, you can't!"
The Slug Girl presses her lips over mine again and this time I feel a peculiar, humming sensation. When she pulls away, a secretion of slime coats my lips and I find, to my horror, I cannot open my mouth. I have been, for the time being, silenced.
"You males and your mouths," she laughs, "only good for one thing, but you always use them for complaining. Always begging and pleading, not realizing how lucky you are."
I mumble an incoherent reply.
