#monstertober

You sat in the back with the hybrid and the empty market baskets, doing your best not to stare at him for too long. He'd offered you his hand and introduced himself as Adam in a gentle, deep voice.

That was a week ago. Mr. Wilson doesn't have much to offer in the way of pay, so Adam works on the farm in exchange for a small allowance as well as food and board, just like you. Now that he's here, a great weight has been lifted and you have more time to cook and clean and chase after Mrs. Wilson's children while Adam handles most of the farm work.

Mrs. Wilson likes to cook on the days when she finds the energy. Today is such a day, and the kitchen is filled with the delicious aroma of vegetable stew and berry pie. Pink-faced and hair awry, she waves off your offer to help feed the twins and presses a full plate of food into your hands, covering it with another plate to keep it warm.

"Take this out to the barn for Adam, will you?" She says. "I gave him extra pie."

"I'm sure he'll enjoy it," you say, your heart thudding in your throat at the thought of seeing him in close quarters.

You've crossed paths a few times this week, but it has always been at a distance and after a fox got one of the chickens Adam insisted on sleeping in the barn until a new coop could be built, which means you've seen even less of him. You carry the plate out. The air is filled with the sound of chirping crickets and croaking frogs down by the pond and the fields beyond are sprinkled with fireflies. The sky is full of wispy clouds that halo the moon. It's a beautiful night. You mind your step as you make your way over to the barn, nudging the door open and slipping in. A single lantern is lit inside. It's quieter in here. The sheep shuffle in their pen and a hen clucks.

"Adam?" You set the plate down on the top of a barrel and look around.

You bump into him when you take a step back. You turn with a squeak and he steadies you by the shoulders.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

"That's okay..." Your eyes widen as they fall on his broad, shirtless chest.

He has quite the body, sculpted from manual labor and yet soft from Mrs. Wilson's rich food. You twist your fingers into your dress and look away.

He looks down at himself. "I... Wasn't expecting you."

"That's alright! It does get quite hot these nights. Even I can barely stand it."

He grunts and moves past you to the plate of food. The fluff on the tip of his tail brushes against your knees like a wisp of silk. He sits on a bale of hay.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"Oh, I will as soon as I finish my evening chores."

"Here." He takes a roll from his plate and offers it to you.

"I'll eat soon enough," you protest, but he's still holding it out so you accept it with thanks.

You lean on the fence of the sheep pen and nibble on the roll, watching him eat.

"Do you want to touch them?"

"What?" You almost drop your food.

"My horns. They seem to be of the most interest to you." His expression is soft and unbothered but you still feel sheepish.

"So you've noticed me staring... Sorry."

"Curious stares are always welcome. It's the hateful ones I'm wary of." He lowers his head in invitation and you inch forward.

You're not sure what you were expecting, but they feel as real as they look. You trace the curve of his horn all the way to the tip and then down to the base, where it disappears into his tousled brown hair. He lets out a sigh of content and you can't help but smile. As you pull away he captures your hand and presses a gentlemanly kiss to the back of your hand.

"Thank you," he says.

"For what?" You ask, a little breathless.

"For being kind. Not just to me, to the girls even when they are screaming their little heads off. To the goats when they get in the garden and to Mrs. Wilson even when she's in one of her moods."

"Oh, but what else should I do? Gripe about it?" You laugh. "Things are only as unbearable as you let them be. Or at least, that's what my mother used to say."

A well-timed whining shriek pierces the air and you shake your head ruefully. "I'm sure they're fighting over their dolls again. If you're done eating I can take the plates with me."

He hands you the empty plates and walks with you to the door of the barn.

"Goodnight," he says and you nod.

Back to the house you go. In the kitchen Mrs. Wilson is hushing her girls, giving them both a doll to occupy themselves with. She looks tired, but her eyes light up when you come in.

"He enjoyed the food," you tell her.

She smiles. "He's the good sort. I'm glad to have him on the farm."

The twins start arguing again and you go to settle them down.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Mrs. Wilson says, "Our neighbor invited us to a small party they're having this weekend, and Mr. Wilson and I would be glad if you could come. Do you have a suitable dress? If not then we need to go to town and pick something out."

"It sounds like a lot of fun!" You pause. "What about Adam?"

Mrs. Wilson's lips quiver as she attempts to quell a smirk. "Funny, he asked the same thing about you."

You could still see the limp he had occasionally, one you couldn’t quite place. Your fiancé  commented bitterly that he must’ve gotten his legs done, making him the same height as his brother. At this point you weren’t sure if you could put it past him with the way he looked.

This wasn’t the man you had learned to know, the twin brother that joined you and your fiancé  on midnight ice cream runs, whose eyes lit up when you came into his workplace to drop off some extra food. He had a crush on you, you could flatter yourself that much; but, changing his entire self to appear like your fiancé, his fraternal sibling? This was something else entirely. 

He turned around to make eye contact with you, avoiding the harsh, pissed glare of his brother. Your fiancé grabbed at your elbow, holding you close to him. He wasn’t going to let his infatuated idiot of a brother try to take you away with such a ridiculous scheme. You had chosen him. Not his brother. No amount of surgery or hair dye could change that. 

Despite the intense facial and bodily procedures you could tell he’d overgone-- eyelid lift, facelift, cheek augmentation, hair bleaching, contacts-- he still had that eager grin, stretching the layered skin of his face from beneath all of the healed stitching and glueing. 

“Have you two been avoiding me?” 

A playful lilt adds to his tone, his voice reaching the normal, higher depths it usually was in despite his attempts at deepening it all evening. 

“No more than usual.” You poke back, shuffling forward to offer him a hug. He accepts it warmly, ignoring the pop his shoulders give. His arms wrap around your waist, intimately pushing you against his chest. It’s hard, firm, unlike the soft pudge he used to have. He had lost so much weight, it was actually frightening. 

“I’d say you’ve been avoiding us. Gone for months without a word, and you come back like this?”

Your fiancé’s twin doesn’t let go. 

“What? I have to tell you every time I go for a little spa retreat?” 

He laughs a little at the end, sounding eerily like your partner’s boyish giggle. Just how much had he changed?

“Spa retreat? Don’t come with that bullshit.”

You push away, trying to get out of the long-standing hug. He looks down at you with such an adoring smile, it churns something in you as you go to stand next to your fiancé. 

“What the fuck have you been doing with your time? Why do you look like this? And you got a new job, too? I don’t even know what you’re trying to be.”

“Stop it,” You murmur, the room’s air growing thick as family members start to drift away, staring out of the corner of their eyes. It used to be at you, the  soon-to-be family addition, but now your fiancé’s brother took the cake as the gossiped outsider.

 Not that he behaved as if he didn’t belong. Where did all this newfound confidence come from?

“I think he looks great,” You compliment through your teeth. “Clearly you’ve gone through a lot, and… you look happier.” 

His eyes light.

“You really think so?”

There he was. Underneath it all, that desire for approval, to be more than just a third wheel to his brother and you, desperate for attention.

“I mean, maybe blonde has been your color all along.” You reach up to ruffle at the hairsprayed locks. They felt synthetic, rough. “You and your brother have the right undertone for it.”

“I just felt like I needed a change, you know?” He shrugged, casual. With a pedicured hand he pushed your fingers further into his hair, drawling in a low whisper. “Needed to be the man you deserved.” 

The words almost fumble into gibberish you wouldn’t have caught if he didn’t keep you locked in with an intense gaze, focusing on every syllable.

“Watch out, you’re looking a little too close to their type.” Your fiancé seethes, pushing a drink in his brother’s face.

 He keeps his eyes on you, ignoring the awkward tension. It takes your fiancé nearly boiling over for his brother to let you go, accepting the drink with unusual grace. 

You’re left no longer hostage as the twins stare, gripping their plastic cups. They have their own silent conversation, faces riddled with pure disgust, and emptiness. There would clearly be no peace resolved, not when your fiancé’s near-identical face stared back at him. 

“I don’t know why you’re so irritated; quite a few people seem to enjoy my change.” He straightens, pushing his shoulders back in a way that reminds you of a peacock. “Jealous, perhaps? You have always been the successful, praised one. Maybe it feels strange being at the bottom.”

His brother tilts his head in suggestion, taking a sip of his drink. 

You wanted to go home now, to escape this alternate universe you must’ve stepped into. What happened to your soon-to-be brother-in-law, and what replaced him? 

Silence buried the conversation with a heavy pause.

You were left to fiddle with your hair as a means to ignore the awkwardness. 

“I think you should leave.” Is all your fiancé utters, taking another up and down look at his brother. It sickened him. Enraged him. 

“I see this isn’t something you’re going to get used to.” He sighs, setting his drink down on the dining table beside him. “But that’s alright, I really didn’t do it for you.”

Your fiance’s brother opens his arms, gesturing at you. You followed the ritual like clockwork despite your uncertainty, giving him a full hug as that look of longing came across his face.

 You knew he had a small crush on you, that maybe a hug was all that you could give him before to ease the inevitable rejection-- but now it felt different. It felt like he was indulging in you, doing more than sniffing your hair or neck like he had. He was pressing you to him, laying his hands on your hips as if you were his. 

Leaning into your ear, he brushed his cheek against the soft of yours. 

“I did it for you; all of this. But I’m not done yet.”

You gasp loud enough for him to hear, but you say nothing. Stunned into silence, you feel him slide his hands across the silk of your clothes.

He lets go earlier than before, smiling down at you and brushing your shoulders. He gave them a tender squeeze, his hands shaking as they hesitantly pulled away. 

“I’ll see you soon.”

He made it sound like a promise, like it was foretold.

 With that he walked out of the gathering. Not a word to the family members perusing the kitchen, or his mother fussing with the dining table’s dishes.

You turn to watch him walk away with your fiancé, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. 

“I don’t like it,” He chimed, his voice childlike in irritation. “Do you see what he’s turning into? What he’s trying to do, to us?” 

You couldn’t find the words to argue, merely holding his hand as you watched the man walk to his car. 

Your fiancé didn’t realize his own brother would become competition, his face mingling between previous men he had rid the world of. 

Now, he knew, he’d have to do something more than ignore his brother’s incessant, needy crush on you. You wouldn’t be taken so cheaply by a mere disguise; yet it was clear, this wasn’t the end.

She launches. Her tentacles make contact first, curling around your arms and legs and pulling you towards her body with a giggle. The force of it sends you both to the ground. Her upper tentacles catch your middle, stopping your fall in the last second.

She doesn’t let you catch your breath before she’s kissing down your neck, her fangs nipping at your skin as you let out a choked moan. There’s tentacles all over you, caressing your skin until you are panting, and she’s smiling against your neck.

You can feel her hands groping your ass and teasing the edge of your lacy panties as she growls. “Did you know how crazy this would make me? Did you do it on purpose?” Her tone is teasing, but you know she gets you. You totally did it on purpose, you wanted her feral over you. “No need to answer, sweetie, I know the answer already, because you are this wet,” her fingers find your soaked center over your panties and you moan.

“Yes.”

She trails kisses down your sternum, her tentacles curling around your boobs in the most tantalizing way as she continues lower and lower… She pulls your panties to the side, looking down on your pussy as if it’s her next meal, and you can feel your juices already soaking your thighs with desire.

“Mmmm, you look so juicy and ready for me…” She whispers against your pussy, tongue darting out to lick your clit.

Your hips bulk, almost hitting her in the face as she laughs. Her tentacles hold you down as she goes for it, making out with your pussy like she’s an expert (she really is). She drives you insane with every trick up her sleeve, her technique perfected over the years to get you to come fast as lightning.

You come with a shout of her name and your hands grabbing so strongly to her hair tentacles you are almost scared you pull them out, but she only groans, going harder and faster, feasting on your pussy like a starving woman.

But she doesn’t stop, of course she doesn’t. You come twice more before she relents a bit, pulling back and smiling with pointy fangs in your direction. “Do you want more, sweetie? Do you want me to fill every one of your holes until you can’t take it anymore?”

“Fuck, honey… Yes!”

She doesn’t hesitate, one of her tentacles pushes against your pussy and fucks you in one long thrust. You let out a cry of pleasure as she starts pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. You’ve never felt her so wild, so feral for you. Her whole body moving over you on the floor as if she can’t get enough. Her lips feel like heaven sucking on your neck as she fucks you with abandon.

There’s tentacles probing your asshole as the one in your pussy continues the pounding of your life. “You want more?” You nod frantically, unable to form coherent words anymore, only a chorus of ah ah ah. “Such a dirty girl for me.”

She probes your asshole and slowly pushes inside with one of her thinner tentacles, using your juices as lube. You let out a choked breath as you feel both tentacles move inside of you. You are so full, it feels so good… She’s not paying attention, though.

She fucks both of your holes at once, alternating her rhythm so she can drive you completely insane. She’s panting against your neck, and you know she’s close. And you are not far behind. You can feel the edge of the orgasm… You are so close.

You moan loudly, and she understands instantly. “Come for me, sweetie, let me feel your holes tightening around my tentacles.”

You feel her tentacles getting harder, ridges undulating as you feel the first shot of her come inside of you. Shot after shot fill your insides until you are nothing but an exposed nerve of pleasure and your stomach is a bit distended. Her release pulls you over the edge, screaming her name as your nails dig in her back as you rock your hips against her tentacles.

It’s everything all at once, and it drives you completely insane as you fuck each other through your orgasms.

You come back to your senses with the feel of her come stuffing you to the brim, and her body wrapped completely around you. “Aren’t you going to- Aren’t you going to pull out?” You ask between panting breaths, your holes clenching around her tentacles.

You can feel her warm come inside of you, and it’s driving you a little bit insane. “Nope. These holes are mine and I’m going to enjoy them,” she mumbles against your neck, not moving an inch.

The weight and girth of her inside of you is sending you all kinds of mixed signals to your brain, but mostly brain melting pleasure. “O-okay,” you stutter, her ridges undulating again and sending sparks of aftershocks down your spine.

When the first midnight bell rings out over the square, everyone jumps, and the crowd surges forward. At first it’s a tangled mess of jostling limbs as everyone heads for the gates at the town’s entrance. But once you’re all through, the mass of bodies disperse in different directions and you take off sprinting into the darkness.

You’re racing through the trees, leaping over logs and boulders as you try to ignore the pain in your feet and the sharp scrapes and nicks from nearby branches. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your breaths are coming heavy. Over the roar in your ears, you hear the snarls and howls of the werewolves stalking their prey, mixed with the shrieks and moans of those already caught.

Your legs are beginning to ache as you zig zag in no particular direction. So you slow down, wondering if you’ve gone too far. But then you hear a twig snap in the trees behind you. Your heart lurches into overdrive and you sprint forward again.

Moving as fast as you can, you recall the only instructions you were given. “Run.”

Your predator is close on your heels, his paws thudding softly on the ground as he nimbly trails you through the forest. Just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you catch sight of a giant, black werewolf leaping out from between the trees.

When he collides with your body, you let out a soft “Oof,” and you both go tumbling to the ground. He deftly rolls you so that he takes the brunt of the fall and when you come to a stop, he’s hovering over you, pinning your body to the cold hard ground.

Although his form is mostly humanoid, he’s covered from head to toe in thick, dark fur. His head is also the shape of a wolf’s and he has a long tail that swishes behind him. His massive claw-tipped hands are buried into the dirt on either side of your head and his heavy breaths wash across your skin.

Baring his teeth in your face, he starts to rock his hips against your naked pussy and you gasp. When he shifts his weight so his cock is dragging against your clit, you let out a soft moan and he snarls at the sound.

Faster than you can track, he swipes his claws at your gown, shredding the material and leaving faint red scratches where his nails nicked you. He stares down at you for a moment, his pupils dilating as he watches your exposed skin pebble in the cold air.

He bends his head to lick at your breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease your nipples, causing your back to arch off the ground. Then he lowers himself down so his hot body is draped over yours. Before you can appreciate the warmth, he shifts his hips so that the tip of his cock is nudging at your already slick entrance and you groan in anticipation.

Opening your legs wider in invitation, you grip his fur and tug. With a growl, he sheaths himself fully inside you until his hips are flush with your thighs. You cry out at the sudden fullness and he pauses to let you adjust. When your body begins to relax, he pulls out and then thrusts back in. He does it again and again until he’s setting a brutal pace, fucking you hard into the dirt.

You quickly become lost in the exquisite sensations as your back scrapes against the rock-strewn ground while his massive cock stretches and fills you to the brim. He’s snarling and wild-eyed above you as he ruts into you in a wild frenzy, unable to control himself at the feel of your hot cunt squeezing him so tightly.

When your orgasm climbs higher and higher, almost at its peak, his movements become jerky as he meets you at the top. Right before you tip over the edge, you feel his massive knot pushing against your entrance, trying to stretch your pussy impossibly wide.

Before you can protest, he lowers his mouth to your shoulder and growls one guttural word against your skin.

“Mine.”

And then his teeth are sinking into your flesh in a vicious claiming bite at the same time his knot pushes past your tight walls and you scream.

You’re launched into another stratosphere as your eyes roll back in your head and your entire body seizes up. Hot cum spurts inside you, filling you up endlessly until it starts to seep out around his knot and drip down your thighs. His hips are still jerking erratically as he rides out his orgasm, dragging your own out with it, until eventually he’s completely spent.

───

You must have passed out at some point because when you awake, he’s carrying you in his arms as he trudges through the forest.

“Where are we going?” You ask groggily.

“To my den,” comes a deep gravelly voice above you. “I’m going to fuck you until my cum is a part of your essence and everyone knows that you belong to me.”