under the bed

Hi! I'm Izzy or Modx previously. I write about Monster/Fantasy/Hybrids.

I write for most POV's it just depends on the idea, I will obviously tag if it's a purely male or purely female POV but will do my best to post neutral POV as well so that there is a little something for everyone.

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The two of you have been sitting here for the last ten minutes just chilling, not quite sure what to do with the other person in the room.

The four armed, deity of abundance and fertility sits pristine and fiddling with wreaths of orchards and other plants you're not familiar with, the heavy lace of their veil hiding the way many eyes dart around the room. This is the first time one of the many humans this village had offered them hadn't immediately thrown themselves at them, the deity isn't quite sure what to do now, usually this is where they take the human in their embrace and make them a vessel to their blessings, but you...

You're sitting there on the altar across from them, kicking your legs freely.

Their voice is a mix of breathy seduction and comfort, their head tilted and antlers casting shadows from the abundance of candles scattered in the chamber they are sealed in. "Little vessel... How strange you are, seated with a god, and yet so disinterested in my boons."

Finally you look towards them, face confused as you shrug at them, explaining that you hadn't wanted to be here in the first place and were just waiting to see if the people in this weird ass town you passed through for fuel would let you out soon.

Curious.

They stand, the slow step of bare feet on polished marble filling the air, their robes more a covering fog giving the basic idea of coverage than real mortal material following along behind them as they come to stand before you, head tilting curiously before they speak again. It's not often such an opportunity would present itself, a chance to leave this horrid shrine and find freedom in the fields and forests again...

"What if you would take me with you, little vessel. Grant me freedom as they grant it to you. It has been too long since I knew the touch of the sun..."

- Lemondy on alt

So, imagine a huge selkie or seal hybrid with these traits. Breeding season comes, you move into his territory, and he decides you are in his harem when he spots you sunbathing and goes to make it official. With seal dick.

Ahhh beach master selki, what a hunk he would be!

Like I know selkies wouldn't shift in front of someone if we were keeping to the traditional mythos, but these are my dollies and I can play with them how I like.

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The little house you'd managed to scrape enough to buy was perfect, far enough from the beach to not worry, yet, about shoreline erosion, but close enough that you could watch the waves roll across the sand and rocks.

So it's only natural you'd make a home for yourself on the rocks when the sun came out, the warmth under your back pleasant but not too scorching most days you ventured out. Overtime you'd grown used to the odd sea creature appearing on the beach near your home, from beached jellyfish to the occasional seal sighting, choosing to avoid the open sand on those days, so when a morning session of sun is interrupted with the loud bellowing honks of seal you hardly bat an eye. Staying atop the rock you're on you plot out your path back home, pulling a face as you realise you had napped through many many seals coming onto the shore.

One seal in particular has zeroed in on you, bounding towards the rock with determination.

A single moment of distraction is all it takes to get spooked by a very large seal turning into a very large man, he has a heavy, thick, coat hanging from his shoulders as he chambers the rock you're on. Naked as the day he was born, the man is heavy set, wide shoulders, a thick layer of fat across his stomach, hips, and thighs. Honestly, if you weren't in slight shock from the sudden transformation of seal to man, you'd have called him quite handsome with his messy salt streaked grey-brown hair and scruffy beard.

I love all the old man naga stuff thats happening, little hottie snake mans.

Im wondering if he'd like a more dominant partner?

Like, We've seen all the others at work, not impressed. This one though? *points to the old man naga who's unaware of the bullshit that's about to happen* I want to ride that one until his brain leaks out the sides of his ears. I want that one, I want to destroy him (in the good way)

I'm glad you're loving it and him anon! Definitely in the same boat, like sure he's my blorbo but like I just think he's neat.

But you're right, he would like a more dominant partner, and the reader from his little bits and pieces is meant to be a more forward and dominant partner compared to him. Sure, he can have his moments on top, as a treat, but truly and deeply this old snake man like when his partner leads the encounters or tells him what to do.

Now anon... What have you done that would make the cheetah boyfriend jealous?

Hmmmm?

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You'd joined him for his morning run, not actually running with him, but you'd been there, sat on the same bench as always, watched him as you always did.

But this time someone joined you, some stranger, someone that didn't seem to take the hint that you weren't interested or available, someone that made his pace double if only to get you away from this intruding stranger. Someone that had him getting you home as soon as possible, tail flicking behind him as he herded you into the bedroom, no time for showers or the usual after run activities, the sight of someone pushing in on his partner was simply too irksome to resist giving into the jealous little voice in his head.

Now look where you are, the sheets under you are stained with sweat, claws marks tearing through cotton as your boyfriend digs sharp nails into the mattress as he pushes you down onto the bed, hips grinding harshly to keep you prone and spread open under him.

Ahh Moose hybrid and his little bull coworker!

-

Management couldn't really complain about the outcome between the two of you, not when you're on equal standing and power positions in the company.

What they could reprimanded you both for was it happening on company property, outside that they really don't care what the two of you get up too. So with the lovely week long suspension you both copped for inappropriate behaviour in the office, the two of you have ended up here, in your hybrid coworkers apartment, 'battling for dominance' once again. His bed is a large round thing, pillows pushed off the sides as the two of you grapple for the right to be on top, he grunt loud and deep as he flips you over again, pressing the hard line of his cock against your ass as he presses a wide palm between your shoulder blades.

I think doing the work is just part of their natural state of existence, that and galumphing around the place.

Working on a station like this means that the crews rotate on and off, alternation keeps everyone sane enough to push onwards through the endless slog of work.

It's your on season, meaning you're sitting in your cubical doing all the menial tasks that the station administration needs to do to keep the rights to orbit the planet it's anchored too. The chairs they give you aren't exactly comfortable for several hours of sitting and doing paperwork, yet even bringing your own pillows doesn't take the sting off of your ass at the end of the day.

Grumbling to yourself as you head for the common area of your hab block you find yourself pleasantly surprised, one of your alien coworkers has sat himself cross legged on the floor simply far too big to use one of the lounges provided, the gelatinous nature of his body looking increasingly inviting. Discomfort is a hell of a motivator, as you quickly make your way over to him, grabbing his attention and asking as sweetly as possible if you could sit in his lap, mentioning how incredibly comfortable he looks right now, eagerly clambering into his lap the moment you get a singular nod from him.

The moment you're sat relief floods through you, the slight chill of his body makes the squish all that more enjoyable. Leaning back fully you look up at his head, taking in the almost sea slug like shape of him, the wiggling little nobs and swaying strands like antenna that take in the sounds of the world around him, he's actually quite cute now that you actually look at him closer.

You're thanking him as you relax more, feeling the ache in your legs, hips and lower back slowly, eases, starting up a small conversation with him as you sit in his lap. He's off schedule right now and has simply taken to sitting in different parts of the station to take up time, one of his arms lifts and you can look through the light blue of him, something comes to mind as you poke a finger into his arm laughing slightly, perking up immediately as you spin around as much as you can, hand sinking into his chest just a little as you ask him if he would consider being your desk chair instead.

Only realising what you had asked after the words left you, trying to back track for a moment before he shrugs and agrees, calling it better than sitting in hallways all day doing nothing.

Y'know those videos of sea lions doing random silly shit? Yeah that but with a Sea Lion Mer.

I love this cause I also loved the selki version of this idea from last month!

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It started with a simple short video for a friend of yours, pretending to be a news reporter as you film yourself sitting on the raised section of the pier, filming the seal mer's behind you sun bathing.

You were still filming when one of the seal mer's behind you decided they wanted to move, galumphing across the pier and hauling themselves up onto the same section as you, giving you a perfectly filmed fright as they bound into frame, honking and poking their tongue out as you jerk to the side. The face that the sea lion mer pulls is entertained, scrunching their nose and smiling wide as they laugh at how you sputter, ending the video you were taking as you look towards the mer currently staring with big black eyes as you try to make sense of what is going on.

Before long another of the seal mer is making its way up to where you still sat watching as the first sea lion mer had rolled over and begun making silly noises at you, the repeated 'wah wah wah' noise mostly hiding the thick slap of the other sea lion mer making its way over to you.

Ooo okay, there was an ask about hyena hybrids a while back and I loved it then, and love it now.

Also cause I've done my research, the female pseudo dicks are to stop forced copulation, they pull them back inside when they are ready to bone!

But also after reading this I imagined that couple at the bar scenario, only the male hyena hybrid approaches you like 'my girlfriend said I could come over and see if you wanted to talk to us...' getting you to look over to see a tall slightly alternative looking woman, broad shoulders, strong arms and a pleasantly interested look on her face, all while the male hybrid next to you is small, soft faced, and very clearly the submissive one in their relationship.

The orc catches his favorite client in the act with his apprentice to truly mess with him. The consequence? He's gonna show his apprentice just how she loves it, or he's gonna make him feel how good she's supposed to feel.

Oh! A call back to one of my first orc pieces!

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You'd gently coaxed the sweet elf into helping you with another of your antics, making him understand that he didn't have to help you like this and that he can back out if he didn't want to get involved, but even with his apprenticeship on the line he was willing to play along.

So, here the two of you are, sitting on the main anvil of the workshop with the elven man standing between your splayed legs as you rested your arms against his shoulders, realistically you were just chatting in a very compromising position but before long you had ventured into asking simple little questions about his own love life. Cooing when he admitted to not having a steady partner and lacking the real experience needed to enjoy his time with another, even flushing all the way to the tip of his ears as he admitted to using the money you'd once thrown his way on ale rather than a companion for the evening.

It's something of your nature to be curious as you ask just how far the elven man had gotten with anyone, watching that same peach coloured flush take hso cheeks as he admitted to nothing more than kissing. Hearing this makes you perk up in a way that is pure mischief, cupping the elf's cheeks as you ask if he wants to know how to kiss someone properly, giving him a chance to back out as you guide him down to kissing range.

You can hear the jingle and clink of the smithy door when the apprentice moans, you'd only been kissing him, guiding the man with lips and tongue when the main workshop door opened, pulling apart as you both turned to look at the orc of the hour. He looks just as good as he always does, sweat stained shirt, soot on his cheeks, and arms thick with corded muscle as he grips the workshop door hard. The sight of you clearly kissed, his apprentice flushed and with kiss swollen lips, makes him grunt, the sound is deep and you can feel the way the young elven man shivers at it, but you keep him where he'd been standing even as his boss sweeps through the workshop and takes up the space behind you, thick fingers digging into your waist as he flicks his gaze up to his apprentice.

"You really know how to push my buttons... Both of you do. Not sure how much I love it over hating it..."

The drag of his tusks along your neck is enough warning to keep you from mouthing off in return, simply tightening your grip around the young elf's neck as he whimpers softly, you can feel the slowly growing hardness from the elven man against one of your thighs as the orc man behind you speaks to him directly, asking if the little elf wants to know how good you can look and sound when he works on you, talking about you like you were simply another piece of metal or scrap of leather in the workshop and not a person currently pinned between the two of them. It's hot, how the elf nods and fishes a deeper colour as he watches how you're manhandled by the orc he'd been learning from.

Much like his lessons in smithing the orcish man is detailed when it comes to you, one hand holding his apprentices face and keeping him focused on how he has his fingers buried in you, making him recite what he is telling him as he does it. Letting his apprentices take over the smaller less involved tasks as he moves on to lining himself up, snapping his hips just how he knows you like it, snarling at both you and the elf as he fucks you, usually soft brown eyes fierce as he makes a devious offer.

And I got them first try. It felt weird buzzing in my hand tbh but I’m kinda proud of myself for being able to catch it.

Damn...

Sorry anon... My bras, and the 160 to 200 I spend on them say differently.

The HH80 is equal to a 14HH in Aus size.

Ahh Diva... The demon you are.

In all honesty I enjoy how much people love them, cause no joke Divas original piece almost never got posted. I wrote it and then rewrote it twice before posting that version, it was a draft from the very beginning of my blog that I wasn't happy with, so I will definitely make some for them soon.

She thinks she's perfected flirting with you.

The picture is of her in the back area of her butcher shop, flexing with her biggest knife, there's blood on her arms, apron, and cheek somehow, her tusks look yellow under the shitty lighting, but she's smiling and winking in the picture as she texts you some cheesy line about meat or bones that is a little cringe worthy.

'You bagged one lucky butcher, because you're looking at the tenderest loin in the shop.'

For all the years you've been with your wife, one thing has not changed, she is a complete failure with romance and flirting. You'd thought her cute when you first met her, shed cracked a few bad butcher related puns before almost closing the sliding panel of the display cabinet on one of her fingers, and now after a decade of marriage she is still hopeless when it comes to talking with you or hitting on you.

Smiling to yourself you text her back, telling her you love her and will see her when she gets home. Going back to your work, still smiling as you think about your wife at work posed up like a fool when she took that photo.

On the other side of town, she's smiling giddy as she tucks her phone into the back of her work pants and gets back into her work as a butcher. Joking to the apprentice they have at the shop that a good butcher or meat pun can land you an absolute hottie of a partner, the poor young man was eager to learn and took in both this advice and the professional kind she gave him, unintentionally creating another slightly awkward but endearing person for behind the counter of this particular butchers shop.