A lawless world where humans are corrupted by horny monsters and demons. I used to write on Tumblr and I decided to start putting some of my stories on BDSMLR now that this place is turning into more of a horny community. This is an erotic horror universe so if you don't like monster sex, demonic corruption, and sexual torment this is probably not the place for you. If you're into that, though, welcome - feel free to pop up for a chat if you have any questions?
You’ve lived in the Outlands your whole life, out in the countryside with a barely-warded farmhouse, surrounded by a monster-infested forest. For most of your life, the only thing standing between a randy monster and your virgin hole was your daddy’s shotgun. But in your life, you’ve learned a few things.
For example, a lot of the creatures of the Outlands aren’t inherently violent, per se, just unbearably horny and willing to do whatever it takes to pump you full of seed. Sure, there are more violent creatures out there that wouldn’t think twice about tearing you to ribbons if they got too angry, but quite a few of them will only attack if you flee or resist.
A lot of them are fuckin’ smart, too, and can recognise humans by face if they’ve seen them before. You, in particular, got very well acquainted with a group of Vulpans that liked to skulk around near your farm as a teenager. You would drive out to the creek near their den, telling your dad that you were going to gather mushrooms for dinner, and spend the whole day spewing loads as your furry little friends humped your body.
Now, they’ve learned to recognise your car as it approaches, skirting around the bushes as you pull to a stop and roll down your windows. By that point, you’ve already stripped off naked, after learning the hard way that sometimes the horny little fuckers can get riled up enough to tear apart your clothes. You start stroking your cock and one by one, the small fox-like creatures slip in and join you in your revelry.
Within ten minutes, the car is a writhing mess of fur and cum. You’ve learned to put down some plastic sheets for easy clean-up, but honestly it’s just a blessing that your dad doesn’t care much about your old pick-up truck. The Vulpans are very thorough. Two of them stuff their little bestial pricks into your tight hole, another one humping your face. They like to give special attention to your cock as well, licking and tugging until you erupt all over their orange fur.
You can always recognise your favourite by a little scar on his chest and the fact that he’s fond of humping your open, waiting mouth. You like to grab him and slip a thumb up his ass, forcing him to cum down your throat over and over again until he’s panting, flat tongue hanging out of his mouth. The whole thing usually only lasts a couple of hours, after which they’ll leave out the windows, knowing that you’ll be back within a week at most.
But tonight that changes – you suppose they hadn’t had enough when you opened the door and ushered them out. You sighed and had a cigarette, sitting naked in the seat as they all scampered off into the bushes, or so you thought. They were hiding in the back of your truck, waiting for you to take them home.
You were willing to oblige the horny little bastards, your brother and your father, less so.
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You’ve lived in the Outlands your whole life, out in the countryside with a barely-warded farmhouse, surrounded by a monster-infested forest. For most of your life, the only thing standing between a randy monster and your virgin hole was your daddy’s shotgun. But in your life, you’ve learned a few things.
For example, a lot of the creatures of the Outlands aren’t inherently violent, per se, just unbearably horny and willing to do whatever it takes to pump you full of seed. Sure, there are more violent creatures out there that wouldn’t think twice about tearing you to ribbons if they got too angry, but quite a few of them will only attack if you flee or resist.
A lot of them are fuckin’ smart, too, and can recognise humans by face if they’ve seen them before. You, in particular, got very well acquainted with a group of Vulpans that liked to skulk around near your farm as a teenager. You would drive out to the creek near their den, telling your dad that you were going to gather mushrooms for dinner, and spend the whole day spewing loads as your furry little friends humped your body.
Now, they’ve learned to recognise your car as it approaches, skirting around the bushes as you pull to a stop and roll down your windows. By that point, you’ve already stripped off naked, after learning the hard way that sometimes the horny little fuckers can get riled up enough to tear apart your clothes. You start stroking your cock and one by one, the small fox-like creatures slip in and join you in your revelry.
Within ten minutes, the car is a writhing mess of fur and cum. You’ve learned to put down some plastic sheets for easy clean-up, but honestly it’s just a blessing that your dad doesn’t care much about your old pick-up truck. The Vulpans are very thorough. Two of them stuff their little bestial pricks into your tight hole, another one humping your face. They like to give special attention to your cock as well, licking and tugging until you erupt all over their orange fur.
You can always recognise your favourite by a little scar on his chest and the fact that he’s fond of humping your open, waiting mouth. You like to grab him and slip a thumb up his ass, forcing him to cum down your throat over and over again until he’s panting, flat tongue hanging out of his mouth. The whole thing usually only lasts a couple of hours, after which they’ll leave out the windows, knowing that you’ll be back within a week at most.
But tonight that changes – you suppose they hadn’t had enough when you opened the door and ushered them out. You sighed and had a cigarette, sitting naked in the seat as they all scampered off into the bushes, or so you thought. They were hiding in the back of your truck, waiting for you to take them home.
You were willing to oblige the horny little bastards, your brother and your father, less so.