#ftm monster

I like to think that the world Mista is set in, is very vast and full of possibilities and places to explore. So, it should be no surprise that there is a vast area covered in rainforest, filled with people and creatures that can’t be found anywhere else. 

Your advisors, personal guard, literally everybody thinks it's a horrible idea when you decide to go explore this area. Your entire personal guard is brought along, alongside locals, other protection, etc. Etc.  

It’s just over the top, you can’t even really leave the camp that has been set up, which is guarded at all times, on all angles. Well, most of it, as you sit and pout as your orchid mantis advisor tries to comfort you, you discover a small spot where the guards are less present. 

It takes some planning on your half, and waiting for the right time. You are smart enough to put on some better clothes than your usual silks and royal fabrics, even packing some food, water, and tools. With everything set up, and people distracted, you slip on out. 

And maybe the plan wasn’t well thought out, because it starts raining, you end up running from a jaguar centaur, getting your pack stolen by a frisky parrot harpy, and tumbling over roots and undergrowth, right into a lake, which just so happens to be the home of the biggest naga in the forest. 

At any other time the naga might have simply coiled around you and eaten you, but it just so happens to be the right time of year, and the right type of weather. Somehow you hadn’t noticed the smaller nagas at the borders of the water, like they don’t dare get in. 

Imagine your surprise as you’re grabbed and pulled to a small island in the middle of the lake. A muddy little island covered in moss, plants and a single tree, large enough for a massive heavy naga to rest inside. 

You had honestly thought you must have drowned, because how else would it make sense. Or maybe you were hallucinating as you roll onto your side to throw up water and cough.  

It's only after coughing up a lung that to feel it, that heavy feeling of being watched by a much larger predator, something that makes all the deep buried instincts inside your body go into overdrive. 

Looking back out to the lake, you almost shriek at what looks like something out of a horror story, or well. It feels like that, as the very top of a head is peeking out, just enough for the bright eyes to stare you down. 

The very size of his eyes and head makes it obvious, he’s massive, much bigger than the average human. It really doesn't help as he starts swimming closer and more of his body becomes visible. 

Deep tanned skin, very long hair which drapes down, heavy from all the water, sharp features, bright eyes with slit pupils, large hands with claw-like nails and a split tongue that flicks out between his full lips.  

Just his torso seems as large as you are, all big, strong and sturdy. It even takes you a moment to notice his breasts, they aren’t anything mind-blowing compared to his sheer size, but they’re there, and for a moment you wonder if you’ve been labeling him wrong in your head. 

Only for his lower half to slide out of the water, as he slowly drags himself towards you. You've had trans partners before, but you’ve never seen anything like it. They're obviously t-dicks, but they rival the size of your own cock at its hardest, and theres two of them. 

“you’re bold, I'll give you that” he hisses in a deep voice, a voice that makes shivers run down your spine from instinctual fear mixed with arousal, a moan almost tearing it’s way out of your throat as he runs a hand through his long wet locks, brushing them out of his face... cute, his ears of sharp like an elf... 

“uh- I. I didn’t mean too? Bother you?” you finally choke out, your chest still burning from almost drowning, as well as the growing weight of... something in the air. Had you been anything other than human, then maybe you could smell the heavy curtain of pheromones in the air, but sadly, you were as human as they come.  

“No. I don’t mind. You're the only one who answered my call” he sighs, sounding oh so put off by the fact that nobody wanted to... listen to him? Fuck him? Looking at him, you can’t understand why, because holy moly. 

Glancing off towards the borders of the lake, you spot other nagas, smaller than him, not as thickly built and only about half his size, they look more like you in that regard. Except for the snake half, of course. They all look as turned on as you feel but apprehensive. 

You almost choke on your tongue as the naga, whose name you still haven’t gotten, presses his torso down on you, burying your face between his breasts. Your mouth waters, your hands twitching at your sides from the urge to just... grab. 

“Yes. They think I will eat them, like the last ones” he sighs, his words hissing on his tongue as his body starts coiling, his snake half dragging out of the water and slowly curling around your legs. 

“Eat-” you gag out, voice muffled against his wet skin, panic rising in your gut, alongside the shameful burn of arousal. His skin moist against your lips, tasting a little off-putting from the plant life in the lake, but feeling his breasts on either side of your head is addicting in a way your usual bed partners aren’t, being hard shelled and all that. 

“No, no. Don’t worry, little one, I won’t eat you. You're much too pretty, much too soft” he almost seems to giggle, a large hand grabbing the back of your head and threading through your hair. 

With what must have been a very weak pull from him, yet ends up too strong on someone as weak as you, wrenches your head back. “None of them even dare mate me, little human. Do you understand my suffering?” He coos, tongue flicking as he makes you look up at him. 

“I am the biggest and strongest naga in this forest. Nobody dares fight me or deny my will, except for breeding me. They all fear me too much, because I ate those pathetic worms the first few times” he sighs so miserably, but you can’t really pay attention, as his strong grip buries you back into his chest. 

It's like something out of a strange novel, your dick so hard from strange need and fear, your eyes crossing as he pulls your head to the right, as you’re met with his dark nipple. “Look upon me human. I am so sore, I am at my prime. Yet none dare.” He whines, like a succubus from your headiest dreams. 

Your mouth closes instinctively around his nipple, though your jaw aches from opening it so far, but it serves its purpose. Hearing such a large and powerful naga whine is a boost to your ego, enough to make you dizzier than you already are. 

It’s a lot of rolling around, of large wet hands and your own wrenching off your clothes, your shirt getting thrown into the lake with a splash, and a split tongue lapping at your face and lips. 

But finally, you’re stripped down, and as you lay there, bare as the day you were born, your naga lover(?) pulls back, and squints. “Oh dear. I’ll crush you” he mumbles, mostly to himself, but it makes your cock throb, oozing against your belly. 

“Like this, little human” he snickers, gracefully laying on his back, his cloaca split open and wet, his two t-dicks dark pink in color as shiny like syrup coated candy. Your mouth suddenly feels so empty. 

It feels really awkward to climb on top of him, your thighs working hard to straddle his lower half. It's like straddling a log, a smooth scaled and horny log, with a very attractive human half giving you a challenging look. 

Rubbing against his cloaca is wet and squishy. It's not overly warm, a bit colder than your own body temperature. Anybody else might have found it off-putting, but you go crazy getting mounted and filled with unfertilized eggs by your insectoid guard, so... 

Humiliation brews in your gut, mixing rapidly with your want as you push inside, trembling like a leaf as your naga lover(?) coos and teases you. You feel hot from the embarrassment at the knowledge that all the other nagas must be watching. It makes you almost tempted to look. 

“Come now, human. Fuck me.” he snickers, tone hissing as tongue flicking as he pushes himself up on his elbows, to watch as you struggle to thrust, without slipping right off his slick body. 

Compared to other nagas you must not be much to write home about, as your cock slicks in and out of his wet gripping cloaca. But your naga seems to love it, letting out breathy moans and little lightheaded giggles. 

It's so wet and loud, strings of slick hanging off your lower abdomen and his own body. His t-dicks are grinding against your stomach, making him jolt as the sensitive lengths are ground against. 

“Harder. Fuck me. Really give it to me” he snarls, baring his fangs as you cling to him with your arms and legs, face pressed against his lower stomach, dripping sweat and trembling. 

“C-can't. I can’t” you whimper, eyes teary and mouth hanging open. It's all so much, but not enough for your naga. With a mean hiss he moves, curling his tail, and flipping you. The earlier warning of being crushed flashes through your head, but is quickly scrubbed away as his cloaca slams back down on you, taking you even deeper. 

“Sweet little human. Deep in my cunt, drooling and crying. So cute” he giggles, sounding almost high from finally getting the mating he’s craved. “Maybe I'll fuck you after. Stuff your ass with my dicks, and watch you squeal” he almost cackles, eyes wild, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as he coils to slam down on you. 

And maybe your hips are hurting, and your stomach, and your legs, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure. “Please. Fill me. Breed me” he hisses as he presses down on you, rolling his hips in meal little circles as he forces you to look him in the eyes. 

And really, who were you to deny him, when he asked so nicely. His expression as you spill inside him is downright lewd, his eyes glazing over as his digs his fangs into his lip, needy little huffs leaving his nose as he presses down on you harder, his cloaca squeezing and milking all you can offer. 

His cloaca pulses and gushes, getting your lower body even wetter with all his fluids, as his t-dicks throb and pulse against your torso. He seems to taken with his completion that he almost doesn’t notice you nodding off. 

But thankfully, your naga is aware enough to catch your head as you flop back. Even as he trembles through his orgasm, your Naga rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him, making you straddle him again, still buried inside his slit. 

A large hand rests against your back, keeping you there so you don’t slide right off him from all the slick.  

Your head is hurting from how hard you came, and your body, but that might also have been the massive heavy naga crushing down on you. 

Everything feels blurry as your naga slowly pulls you out of his slit, both of you trembling and gasping at the filthy wet noises of it all. But it feels nice to be cuddled against him, cradled under his chin as his large hands pet and massage your body, his voice a blur, but you get a feeling he's praising and complimenting you, thanking you for breeding him. 

Your tongue feels thick and useless, your brain a syrupy mess, but somehow you remember being literal royalty, and that your people must be going crazy looking for you. 

Somehow you slur out your thoughts, and your naga, being so satisfied from a good fuck, coos at how cute you are, and collect you in his arms.  

He keeps you out of the water as he slithers back down into the lake, making his way towards the edges of the water. Your dick gives a weak throb at the sight of the smaller nagas who had seen it all. Some are as spent as you, and others are still stroking themselves, using both their hands to pleasure both their shafts. And... yup... they’re all bigger than you. 

One way or another, your naga finds his way back to your camp. Maybe he used that wild tongue of his to find the way, but he succeeds. There is much yelling, but your brain still feels like mush so none of it makes sense. 

It all blends together, but somehow you end up getting checked over by your medical team, your naga lover is kept somewhere secure, and your orchid mantis advisor is fretting over you. 

Really, nothing you say makes sense, but they can all guess what happened. Especially when your naga lover calls them “fellow human enthusiasts”.  

When it's all sorted out, your naga lover decides not to return to the kingdom with you, but he’ll take his role as ‘king’ of this jungles naga population seriously, and work with you. As long as you come back next time, he’s ready to breed.