r/FeralMonsters

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Chimera, futa on futa, true DP, barbed cock, dual cock, knot, urethral play, cumflation, established couple, size difference, tail/snake play, lingerie

Humming an upbeat tune, I pull up the black stockings to my thighs, thin and see through, making my thick thighs pudge out like Xara loves.

When she left to hunt this morning, I could smell it on her. Her heat. She might’ve not noticed; it’s always a bit later they can feel their lust spiking. But, having been her mate for years, I can tell the moment her scent changes.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I smile and sway my wide hips, my cock bouncing in the air, my balls in a black net. Not that I’m anywhere near as big as my darling, but she appreciates the show I put on~

My panties are a black lace, which is where the net comes from as it wraps around beneath and over my cock, and around my holes to leave easy access for her. Then my bra is thin, see through, and perfectly cups my bust to look bigger than it usually does.

Which, again, not like I can compete with my giant chimera of a mate, but… she stills loves me, so anything I can do to help her enjoy herself is done.

A quiet hissing sound from the entrance of the temple catches my attention. Then, her smell wafts over me, making my body quiver. A heavy musk mixed with a rainy forest and a bit of what I call electricity, making it clear she’s in heat. Normally she does smell good, yes, but not to the extent I can spot it from across our home.

As she walks near, I step out from behind the mirror, her eyes instantly scanning across my soft and scarred body. Both of us have scars littering us from years of life, her having gifted me with youth beyond my years after we tied the knot.

‘Quite literally at that~’

Arms and legs being covered in orange lion fur, and with sharp claws retracting into her paws on all her limbs, I smile and trace the scars across her shoulders to her face. One eye is gray, blind after an injury by a fellow chimera, but the other is a shining gold cat eye.

Little lion ears on her head always make me smile, especially as they twitch at every word I say. Her breasts are as big as mine, at least proportional to our heights, but the same can’t be said of her balls. They’re as big as my head, and covered in fur, unlike her nude torso and thick ass.

Speaking of her size, she’s nearly twice my height, her cocks at my head height. And those cocks… while they’re not massive in terms of length, given how tall she is, they’re still plenty enough to stuff me. Each as thick as my thigh, their girth their most impressive feat, they’ve got many little bumps that hide retractable fleshy barbs, and a thick knot at the base of each that are twice as thick as the shaft each.

Hissing pausing, I spot the snake head behind her at my head level, golden eyes on a silver serpent staring at me. It’s her tail, which never fails to be greedy with anything food related, but easily stunned by my looks.

“You’re home, my dear~”

With a deep rumbling growl, she steps up to me, her cocks rubbing against both sides of my face as she pats my head with her paw, covering the whole thing easily. “And you look ready for me~ would you like a kiss as your reward~?”

Smiling, I peck a kiss on a shaft, before being picked up suddenly, making me yelp.

Reaching her head height, I can feel her hot cocks brushing against my feet, so I’m sure to tease them a bit, running the barbs against my toes. “So excited, couldn’t wait to strip~”

Voice deep, she leans in close, resting her head against mine and showing off our sizes being so different. “Well… nothing gets me worked up more than knowing you’re waiting for me so needily.”

Wrapping my arms around her neck, I kiss her deep, tongues invading each other’s mouths and licking all over. While she tastes coppery, her tongue is long and snakelike, getting every little corner of my mouth.

Her little tail, who I’ve come to call Copper, to annoy her, I can already feel licking at my balls, making sure to get them worked up as soon as possible.

Moaning into the kiss from the thin snake tongue going into the lingerie and wrapping my balls up, I’m almost caught off guard by the thicker snake tongue slithering down my throat and making me choke.

Reaching one hand up, I pet behind her little ear, making her rumble deep enough to send vibrations through every part of her, and into my balls and throat outright thanks to the tongues, making my moans worse.

Rubbing my feet across her barbs more, I can feel the cocks twitch and bounce, before she pulls her tongue out and moves to lower me to the floor. “Fuck, I’m already about to cum, want to drink it up?”

Only once I pull Copper away from my balls by hand does she lower me, the snake refusing to give up something it likes the taste of easily. “Of course~ no point in letting a free drink go to waste~”

Chuckling, she pats my head as I only need to lower it a little to reach her cocks. Looking up at them, I smile and move my head to her fluffy balls, grabbing and massaging them with both hands.

Squishy, but heavy as a bag of flour, I can’t wait to feel these things emptied into me.

“Why do you like the taste so much, I wonder?” “It’s like honey to me, I guess. I mean, maybe it’s an acquired taste, after being covered in it so many times.”

Giving her an annoyed look, she chuckles and scratches her cheek. “I was young at the time, alright? Marking you as mine was all that was on my mind.”

Nuzzling my cheek against her cocks, I trace their hot red flesh down to the large oval hole they come from. It’s fleshy and slick with moisture, with a ring of fur being stretched open like a thick rubber band, keeping the scent and warmth trapped until she’s hard.

Which, she clearly is already, as I slowly lick my way up her cocks and to the tips, licking and sucking all along the tip. Beneath it where the little fleshy band is, and on the top where it flares out.

And as I go, Copper joins me and goes to her other cock, even if it’s autofellatio for her, she can’t help but drink anything she can get her little tongue on, licking at the hole of her other cock rabidly.

“F-fuck, cumming!” Hand on the back of my head, she holds me in place as she cums, it shooting like a hose into the back of my mouth in rapid little spurts.

Although her paw is holding me down, it’s gentle, making sure I could pull away but implying I can’t in a way that makes my own cock throb.

Drinking down her delectably sweet, coppery honey flavor, I make sure to flick at the tip some more with my tongue to get anything left from this burst.

My stomach bloats some, jiggling a bit from the sheer amount of cum she’s pumping into me. It’s amazing, feeling her fill me up like she’s gonna get me pregnant through my throat. And the amount of cum pouring out only grows, thanks to Copper shoving her little snake tongue down the other cock and plugging her up, fucking her prostate directly to milk her.

Sucking on her like a straw, her gasps loud and echoing around, I pull a bit more of her cum out and onto my tongue. Drinking the last bit down, I grin and pop off it, licking my lips, Copper mirroring my motions.

“You two~ get over here, I can’t wait anymore, I’m stuffing you now!”

Paws grabbing me under the arms, she lifts me up and spins me to face away, loving this pose the most as her cocks press against my ass and slit. “Ah! Haha, I’m all yours big girl!”

Purring deep, she licks my cheek, smiling. “I know~ but I can never get enough of you~”

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Main: complete Living Garden colony on the sea surface, communicating with chromatophores on the floating sails. Whorls of dactylozooid filaments, gonozooids, and gastrozooids are visible in series below. Top right: detail of gastrozooid, with the mucus-producing and digestive glands well visible around the coelenteron. Bottom left: detail of the tip of a stinging filament, and diagram showing the effects of a sting as the fraction of activated cnidocysts varies. Bottom right: localized pleasure (gastrozooids nibbling at anus and vulva) and diffused pain (embrace of filaments) in intercourse with a Living Garden.

Origins: A very distant worldline, in which cnidarians stumbled into a more efficient neural structure that allowed for higher intelligence, whereas vertebrates remained small swimming filter-feeders. Unable to live on dry land but needing the concentrated oxygen of air to fuel their diffused brain, floating at the surface became common. The ancestors of Living Gardens lived in complex coastal environments, like shallow coral reefs and mangrove forests, where the ability to see and avoid obstacles with active sailing and swimming. It was probably this complexity of environment and behavior that drove neural development.

Appearance: Living Gardens, like the Portuguese man-o'-war of our world, are Siphonophorae, whose body is actually a colony of hundreds of zooids, genetically identical, but specialized in shape for different functions. Their body is built around a central stem or siphosome, from which hang polyps of various shape. At the top is an elongated floating sac or pneumatophore, surmounted by a "sail" that can actively change shape by liquid pressure to move with the wind. This is not a head, of course (although most signal processing occurs there), but the sail carries chromatophores that can be used to communicate, forming glyphs or even imitating facial expressions. The pneumatophore is fringed with simple eyes, similar to those found in box jellyfish.

Beneath the floating sac there is a great mass of elongated gonozooids that produce eggs and sperm. The gonozooids can also move to steer, or even swim to some degree. Beneath that is a helical arrangement of gastrozooids, each of them little more than a plump stomach with a mouth slit, surrounded by a crown of thin tentacles. These are packed with glands to produce digestive enzymes and lubricating mucus that avoids damage from large chunks of food. Finally, dactylozooids hang from the edge of the pneumatophore, bearing segmented stinging filaments. The whole colony measures from 1 to over 4 meters, depending on age and location.

Lifeways: Despite their seeming fragility, a Living Garden can be very dangerous, for the dactylozooids are coated in venomous cnidocysts that can inflict a numbing, painful, or paralyzing sting depending on the amount of venom injected. This is how the Gardens feed: paralyzing aquatic animals (in their home world, usually swimming slugs) with a sting, and gnawing or swallowing them with the gastrozooids depending on the prey's size.

Gardens mostly communicate in pictograms or by their behavior, so it is difficult to get a good sense of their interior life. The ability to sense at distance and move deliberately as one is correlated with a sense of self. They easily discard polyps when they are damaged or to conserve energy; a colony can last hundreds of years, but a single zooid rarely more than a few. All the same, the polyps give considerable (inconscious?) feedback to the pneumatophore, affecting the behavior of the whole colony when danger or pleasure are in sight. To a degree, a Garden’s behavior is the result of a “vote” between the individual zooids as each executes its simple behavior autonomously.

Living Gardens mostly live alone, sporadically trading food with fishing boats. However, they've been known to have sex with vertebrate sophonts, for example by allowing them to penetrate the mouth of a gastrozooid, which has a slippery and elastic texture; damage to individual zooids is not painful to the colonial mind, and a broken one can be simply discarded and replaced by a new bud. The Garden will wrap its filaments around the partner, restricting their behavior, possibly inducing numbing or partial paralysis so that they are unable to move on their own, or even inflicting carefully controlled pain.

One might wonder what good is this to the Living Garden, who reproduces by spawning: in fact this kind of intercourse is deeply pleasurable because it simulates the sensation of trapping and feeding on a particularly large paralyzed prey. While most Gardens know better than to kill sophonts, it is advisable not to meet them alone.

The creatures seemed to tower all around Lund, stern and silent with formless nightmares on their brows. Truly these must be the gods of the sea to Whom her tribe had offered her. She remained quiet, not daring to speak when not spoken to, though a strangled grunt escaped her throat when another sting pierced her nipple like a red-hot needle…

The tendrils felt their way between her shoulderblades, down her spine, splitting around and between her buttocks, meeting again to crawl up her inguinal crease, climbing all the way up her front to brush their ends against her lips. Lund could no longer move; the bundles of tendrils, leaving their tingling trail, could move her at will like a hinged doll. She was folded up and turned around, for one terrifying instant almost pulled underwater, and then her front was pressed into the pillar of glassy vessels, which were raining a hundred little kisses on her, nibbling at her belly and thighs, tugging at her pubic curls.

The tendrils seemed to fill the sea, pulling back her decaying braids to uncover her face, wrapping around her chest, snaking between her buttocks, weaving into her toes and fingers, exploring with flattened tips her ears and nostrils and anus and navel. A clenching of muscles – how many kinds of pain could these beings produce, and how precise were they in imparting it? – echoed around her chest, and fire filled the veins of her belly. Now they were pulling her limbs in opposite directions, so that she lay like a floating starfish, her ribcage and pussy fully exposed to the cold water, open to whatever play they wished of her.

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Technically this is a Dragon's Dogma chimera, but it's not like you couldn't find beasts like this in your campaigns.

Well... except that they may perhaps behave differently, for better or for worse.