#monster march

[pyrasterran]

Shimo #MonsterMarch2024

[hiveworks]

MONSTER MARCH BEGINS NOW! 😈😈😈

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[byelacey]

it's MONSTER MARCH! need stickers for the queer monster lover in your life? i've got you!

🩸 SHOP FANG CRUSH

[kettlehead-comics]

The Monster March goes on... on patreon. 

Happy May! Here’s a vegetable horse. 

[borealwrites]

It’s better late than never, amiright?

Nobody asked for it, but here it is anyway. The prompt list for 2024’s Monster March!

The collection for Monster March can be found here! There aren’t many rules, but please give them a look over. The collection will be open starting today, but works won’t be accepted until March 1st. I’m so excited to see what everyone will do!

Plaintext list under the cut

1. Robot/Android/Cyborg/Automaton

2. Dragon

3. Extradimensional Being

4. Humanoid Animal (i.e. Tabaxi, Kenku, Dragonborn)

5. Taurs (i.e. Cervitaur, Centaur)

6. Doppelgänger

7. Succubus/Incubus/Concubus

8. Undead (i.e. Lich, Frankenstein’s Monster)

9. Pixie/Fairy

10. Fae

11. Angel

12. Naga/Lamia

13. Vampire

14. Minotaur

15. Slimeperson

16. Djinn/elemental spirit

17. Ghost/Spirit

18. Merperson

19. Demon

20. Alien

21. Shapeshifter

22. Alraune

23. Werewolf

24. Satyr

25. Harpy

26. Drider

27. Giant

28. Cryptid

29. Sphinx

30. Forest Spirit

31. Free Day

[furrbbyx]

M👹NSTER March Day 10: Gargoyle

Quick smut of amab!Gargolyexcis!woman reader

cw: talk of churches, defiling religious statues, hetero monster sex

Do not reproduce, do not copy

Approx 700 words

You didn't think you would be so moved by visiting the hallowed ground on which the grand cathedral's ruins rested.

It seemed to have been placed so thoughtfully in the glen, cleared fo tall trees so that the light of heaven could shine down through the stone lintel windows.

Immaculate, you thought to yourself and shivered. Walking slowly you made your way outside through a back door. Caressing the mossy stone walls and pew you passed by seemed to arouse you and add headiness to your growing euphoria. Your nipples pricked when you stopped to lean against one of the statues perched beside the door. Looking up you noticed that it's a gargolla. A weathered carving of a snarling protector demon.

You couldn't stop yourself from running your hands over the cool smooth stone as if it were your lover. Your fingers tips traced the groves in the wings until they met his shoulders and you flattened your palms to rub up over the massive sculpted muscled of its back. If it were not squatting the statue would tower over you.

You giggled to your self as you stick your fingers in its nostrils. This place made you feel uninhibited and a bit heedless.

You leaned in and give the statue's cheek a sweet little kiss because you can't help it. You want to share this feeling, even if it's only with a lump of stone. Leaning against it like this, your lush breasts are pressed against its hunched shoulders, and you can use both hands to explore the carving front and back.

You are a little surprised to find the swell of a phallus and a smooth ballsack between the creatures legs.

This might well frighten off an intruder, you thought cheekily and grab the member firmly without shame. You positioned yourself in front of the statue and leaned over slightly to grasp and rub the obscene cock in both palms. Looking directly into the carved, blank eyes as if in challenge.

Your heart rate increased, your brown skin seemed to glow refracting the late afternoon sunlight, you sighed as your perverse sense of pleasure became heightened by this unholy act.

In a moment you dropped to your knees and enveloped the shaft in a kiss. Your plush lips felt indecent and soon puffy as you continued to kiss, then lick, and finally start swallowing the length bit by bit.

If anyone were to come upon you, what would they do?

Your arousal sparked painfully sharp between your legs, insistent.

Unable to resist you turned, raised your skirt, and settled yourself over the cockhead using its massive thighs to brace. Though you'd been impatient you slid your wet aching slit over the length of the protruding dildo. A rapturous sense of wickedness filled you while you took this pleasure. Soon, feeling the nudge of the creature's cock was not enough.

Arching your back you grasped the statues neck and pressed your hips back. The slow work of stretching around the thing had you sweating in no time, yet your eyes were closed tight in concentration and ecstasy. 

You hastily slipped a hand beneath your skirt to rub your clit. With a gasp your felt yourself being filled past the loosening muscles of your pussy's entrance and it became easy to slide down over the thing with your slickened hungry cunt.

You canted your hips, rolled them over the rigid stone column in your guts with a strangled groan. Your engorged little clit pulsed in time with your grinding as you edged yourself on the statue. You had no care for the social contracts you might be breaking, all that mattered was reveling in this blissful act. Copulating in the open with demon trapped and held by the will of ancient monks.

Your mind reeled with lustful imaginings. Flashes of images of the creature awakening, taking control of your body and claiming its own satisfaction; caught up in your euphoria.

Oh how the creature would grasp at you like a desperate beast. Its cock now struck with the vigor of life and the act of rutting, would feel as a warm throb, timed with unforgiving thrusts. You could almost hear the wet slap of your bodies meeting as it hold you and straightens and fucks into your greedy little cunt like a man possessed.

That image and the well known rhythm of your hand stimulating your clit had you stiffening in orgasm in no time. You tried to force every last inch of the statue's fat dick into your pussy as your shuddered and huffed.

You wouldn't have a chance to relax or let your heart rate slow because without warning the great stone arms of the statue moved to swiftly capture you in an embrace. One tightly clasped around your torso the other at your breast claws jabbing into the taught flesh.

A hot breath like molten rock scorched the air near your cheek and  hissed:

"Now it's my turn"

[jasonheichel]

Salunga (totally not Gabara) from Godzilla Singular Point

[katyvern]

Day Five of Monster March with the Demon Frog, Tetsucabra as a Baby

[pyrasterran]

Anguirus, 2nd place winner of the poll #MonsterMarch2024

[hiveworks]

Coincidentally, as Hiveworks celebrates 😈MONSTER MARCH😈, a beast of epic proportions rises in @leppu's webcomic Tiger, Tiger!!

SAUSAGE!!!!

[verminhive]

aaa i keep forgetting this account exists. okay i'm doing a monster march like one monster a day for march. let's hope i remember to post on here!!!

here's dedusmuln!!

[tyrannoraptorrex]

Monster March Day 1 = Shin Godzilla

"not a monster... just a god incarnate."

@pyrasterran

[kueble]

Pleasantly Sore

Happy Monster March! I'm doing a little challenge with a few friends and wrote this for the prompt: Werewolf. The challenge was to keep it under 1k, so enjoy a bit of post-sex cuddling.

Mature, Warnings: Werewolf Geralt, Knotting, buckets of come. 600 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Jaskier tries to catch his breath, but he’s just had three extremely intense orgasms, the last one rushing through him when Geralt's knot popped past his rim. As he gasps for air, he can feel another pulse of come filling him, and he whines deep in his chest. Geralt lets out a noise that could be mistaken for a purr if he didn't keep insisting wolves don't purr. He looks up at Jaskier , his golden eyes glowing in the darkness surrounding them, and then licks his cheek sloppily.

Jaskier laughs at this before reaching down to rub him behind the ears. Geralt pushes against his hand, his tongue hanging out as he pants in puffs of hot air against Jaskier’s flushed face. He can't help leaning down and kissing Geralt’s nose, smiling as the werewolf hums at him. It comes out as a soft growl, but Jaskier is an excellent werewolf translator.

Geralt closes his eyes, probably exhausted after a night of running around the forest followed by hours of fucking. It only took a couple of months after he was cursed for the pair to figure out sex is the best way to calm him down on the night of a full moon. He usually passes out after he hits his limit, which is what's happening now.

Because Geralt is forever mistaking himself for a burden Jaskier is forced to put up with, he assumed Jaskier was forced into fucking him and tried to put a stop to it. After Jaskier very thoroughly explained how amazing it was to be opened up with a wet, rough tongue and then practically fucked through the forest floor, Geralt finally believed him. The only compromise they agreed to was that Jaskier would finger himself open so there was no chance of Geralt’s obscenely large cock hurting him. As if Jaskier wasn’t gagging for it each and every time.

Thankfully it turns out that riding his own oiled fingers while his werewolf waits for the chance to mount him is so ridiculously hot that Jaskier doesn’t miss the delicious burn of their first time.

At the moment, the fire has burnt down to coals, but the summer night is warm enough that Jaskier won't bother getting dressed again. Besides, he has his own personal heater sprawled out beneath him. He buries his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck and sighs into his soft fur. Geralt’s breathing has evened out, and he knows his lover is already deep asleep. He won't wake until well into the next morning, so Jaskier just lets his body melt against him, getting comfortable for the night.

Another wave of come pumps inside of him, and Jaskier whimpers at how fucking full he feels. Enough time has passed that this might be the end of it, and Geralt doesn't even wake even now. His belly feels tight as it presses into Geralt’s body, and he knows from experience that it looks swollen and round. Soon his knot will go down and his softening cock will slip out of Jaskier, allowing him to sleep as well.

His body is pleasantly sore in the way one gets after hours of lovemaking, and Jaskier lives for nights like this. Sure, Geralt can shift at will at this point, but he is always the wildest when the moon is full. Tomorrow he will wake covered in scratches and with dried come coating his thighs, but they're both badges he wears with pride. Jaskier feels Geralt’s prick begin to soften and allows his eyes to close, finally allowing sleep to wash over him.

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[deceitful-eyes]

Venomoth(ra)

[furrbbyx]

imagine desert cave exploring but u stumble upon the home of a lower djinn, since ur in their home they treat u as a guest, they offer teas and other foods that are human safe but they forgot that some of the ingredients act as aphrodisiacs, (un)fortunately? theyre a good host and notice ur state and decide to help u w the effects

Ororororororor going to an antique store and u find an old lamp housing a djinn and u bring it home not knowing the creature living in it, u leave it next to ur nightstand and later before bed they see u masturbatin n decide to help get u off

M👹NSTER March: bonus story 1

You perfect human creature😍 thank you for these prompts! I haven't had the urge to write until I saw this. Also you have a great imagination.

Also I haven't written a djinn story yet homg!

I skipped school to write instead 😇

And of course I'm picking the pervert option.

gn!Reader Djinn x afab human

cw: voyeurism, swallowing cum

Not sfw

Do not reproduce, do not copy

Approx 900 words

Divider by @justlgbtthings

A strong jolt rocked through the ether of your vessel.

"Hellfire! What's happening?"

You were snoozing, drifting between dimensions before all of the commotion, and now you tried to right yourself so you could peep through the spout of the olive oil flask that you were bound to. A loud husky voice reverberated through the flask.

"Oops! Ah, damn. Didn't mean to do that, hehe."

You watched from the spout as a human woman reached out and grabbed your vessel, righting it and arranging it on a solid surface.

She moved back to admire and gave you your first view of her in full.

Your eyes nearly bulged out of the spout.

A gorgeous curvy human with and hips as vast as the Arabian desert stood before you wearing a sheer embroidered outfit.

Her skin looked like brushed copper in the light that streamed into her room. She looked a bit like a mythical spirit herself, framed by the sweetly decorated room. There were pastel cushions and stuffed animals on her bed and floor, and gauzy sparky fabric arranged on the walls. Everything about the room looked impossibly soft.

"Eee! I love it! It really goes perfect on my alter." The woman cooed.

Her voice, throaty and vibrant, pulled long dormant feelings from you. A throb traveled across your lower belly.

The woman clapped her hands together with a little hop that made her thighs jiggle.

You took a deep, deep breath feeling flustered.

It had been a few decades since you'd gotten to see someone other than the creepy oddities shop owner. Now all of a sudden there was a vision, a veritable feast before you and your promiscuous ephrit nature had you nearly drooling to taste.

Without warning another jolt crashed through the flask, or was that your heart suddenly pounding way too fast against your chest?

The woman had turned away, humming softly, and begun to undress in front of a large mirror.

Now, the sight of her plump rounded ass would have been torture enough,but you also had a view of her face as she appreciated her reflection.

You wouldn't watch, obviously! No, no, no. Too pervy. You had some manners, some sense of social norms.

You tried to cover your eyes yet found yourself peeking through them, staring hotly.

Your hand slipped down to your mouth to stifle a whimper when she slowly started to remove her blouse by opening the clasps running down the front.

When her breasts dropped heavily, freed, you couldn't help that you started to stroke between your legs hard enough to see fire flickers behind your eyes.

You swirled your fingers into the wetness that drooled from your slit.

She was obvious to your struggle, but was still so cruel to you, as she took time to admire herself from all angles. Her breasts swayed and wobbled, the nipples tight and long, pointed at you in the mirror.

You found yourself flicking your own pierced nipples and wondered how sensitive hers were. You licked your lips almost desperate to feel those buds on your tongue.

Your hips pumped back and forth against your fingers as you rubbed and caressed.

For a second you were lost in pleasure rolling down your spine. The tension had built so quickly you felt to close to release.

You began to pant watching her wriggle her hips to work the skirt down. The stretchy sheer fabric squeezed her obscenely, like a lover, as it slid over her ass. When she bent over to take it all the way off, and you glimpsed the plump folds of her pussy you were done for.

Your cum gushed and squirted with such force into the ether around you that it bowed your back into a painful arc and the angle of your cum aimed directly out the spout and landed, glistening on one fatty ass cheek.

You floated limp yet frozen in an awkward mix of afterglow and shock.

You were still trying to get your breathing under control while you watched her reaction.

"Hmm?" The woman turned, wiped the wet spot with her fingers and with a shockingly absent sense of grossness,she licked cautiously.

The thoughtful look the crossed her face had you clenching and dripping.

"What the?" She stuck her fingers between her plush lips and sucked heartily. She released her fingers and smacked her lips.

"Kinda spicy" she said sounding perplexed.

But you were being pushed over the edge. She was driving you insane now. Her comment caused a loud groan to escape you. Not to mention her enjoyment of your cum.

The woman's head whipped around and she eyed the room suspiciously.

"Hey! Who's there? Show yourself pervert!"

[monster-crave]

Happy Birthday

Dax x Lucy [m!Lizardman x f!Human]

Note: Lucy and Dax are characters from a longer story and art series we are working on but we wanted to share some of the fun they have. If you want to see artwork of them, You can check Lucy here and Dax here. 

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, monster x human story, dom/sub undertones, alien anatomy, size difference, domination, non-human genitalia, double penetration

Word Count: 1673

Dax walked into his room, it was already late, and the coldness of the night was wearing him out more than the long day he had. It was rare for him to feel that way, but right now, he only wanted to lie in bed and sleep until the sun was up. His kin didn’t take light to low temperatures, which was frustrating given their superior physical strength.  

As he stepped into the space lit only by a handful of candles, he noticed Lucy standing by the bed, holding a huge platter. He could smell the raw meat and fruit from where he was standing. Her small frame looked even more petite in front of the frame of the huge bed, her red hair running down her back and the flames from the candle making it look like a reflection of sire.

“What is that?” He approached the small woman and tilted his head, observing the image before him. He wasn’t sure what was more appetizing, the dinner she was holding or her fragile body dressed in nothing but golden chains and jewelry. 

“A birthday cake.” She responded with a smile, but a blush crept down her suntanned cheeks. 

“A birthday cake?” Dax understood the concept of a birthday. It was when humans celebrated the day they were born. Xant’lians didn’t celebrate that. First, none of them knew when they were hatched, and no one kept track of that. Second, having a day that was somewhat supposed to be unique due to becoming a year old was a bit silly. Now there was a birthday cake?

“It’s a…when someone has a birthday…and we bake them this thing with flour and sweets to celebrate.” He could see she was feeling even more embarrassed. It all amused Dax a lot. Lucy worshiped their kind as if they were some gods. The woman would wear nothing but jewelry decoration, which would not bother her even one bit, but when she had to talk to him, she was suddenly closing up in that shell. “You don’t eat flour…or sweets…so I made a pile of meat and fruits.”

“I don’t have a birthday.” Dax laughed now. It was too much. His surprise and amusement were turning that into a comedy in his head. 

“I know…but I thought it might be nice.” Her eyes pinned further down, and she pushed the platter toward him. 

Dax considered all of it for a second. While he wasn’t hungry for food, there was another type of craving in him she could satisfy, and that probably made more sense to both of them. 

“How about you give me that,” he took the massive plate off her hands. “And take everything you are wearing off. 

Lucy did as she was asked without a second of hesitation. She gave him the platter and slowly took the golden chains, wrapping her body off and exposing her even more. 

“Lie down,” Dax commanded, and she obeyed, pushing her petite body onto the bed. The pale sheets and the dim light from the candles in the room reflected nicely on her darker skin, but her green eyes sparkled. 

Dax threw the meat on the floor and pulled a grape, placing it on her belly. He then grabbed a strawberry, putting it right under it. Dax did this with different fruits, balancing them on different parts of her torso. He could see Lucy’s breathing picking up with every step he made.

“If one of them falls because of you….” He didn’t need to finish that sentence as she tried to steady her breathing.

Once done, he climbed on the bed, careful not to move it too much. Dax showed her his long thick tongue, the four piercings on its tip reflecting the dim lights. He directed it first to that grape he had placed but then suddenly moved it between her legs, the metal studs rubbing against her clit. 

Lucy did her best to stay calm and not to move, but it was so hard. Dax’s tongue was running against her, and all she wanted to do was moan and arch her body. She curled her toes and gripped the sheets with her hands doing her best to stay stable. 

Eventually, Dax pulled away. She was frustrated but grateful because that was almost as much as she could take. His mouth moved to her belly, and he ate the fruit there, his sharp teeth rubbing against her tender skin. A moment later, he continued his pleasant torture, making it so hard for her to stay still. He repeated that same move several times, driving her so close to release, making it so hard for her to stay still, but she was also aware she was at his mercy, and if she moved in a way he didn’t like the game was over, or at least for her. 

Dax climbed on top of her when all the fruit was gone from her body. His yellow eyes fixed on her face as his tongue reached down and started caressing her breasts and nipples. She could feel the warmth, the saliva, the slightly sticky substance that covered it, and the metal piercing rubbing against her pleasantly. His large body completely covered her, making her almost disappear between him and the bed.

“You might deserve a reward.” He positioned himself better, and Lucy looked between his legs. 

Xant’lians were different and larger than humans in every aspect. Their scale-covered bodies were always cold, and their torsos and limbs were thicker and more powerful. But one of the most significant differences came between their legs. Xant’lians had two phalluses showing between their legs when aroused, and the shapes and sizes differed. Dax was probably one of the thickest she had ever seen, but his length was also covered with bumps, and parts of it were significantly enlarged than the rest. 

Lucy had been with him for years, and she still couldn’t get over the feeling she experienced when with him. He pressed the sharper tip, one of his cocks against her entrance and the other against her ass. She could feel the natural lubrication coming from the two of them as he pushed, her body, this time arching against his big shape. Dax went slowly on her today, the first bump on his cocks entering both her holes simultaneously, making her feel even tighter. She felt a couple of inches of relief when she felt the next ridge, making her scream in pleasure, some more relief and then another. 

Dax leaned on top of her, his heavy body pressing her hard against the sheets, his scales scratching her skin as his hips started moving, pulling his lengths out of her and then shoving them back again, this time faster, making the sensations even more intense. Lucy wrapped her arms around him, wanting to feel more of him but also unable to do anything else but moan and enjoy the sensation of having both of her holes filled. 

His pace was fast, but he was also going almost all the out with every move, his skin rubbing against her clit, driving her to her first orgasm quickly. As he felt her shiver in his arms, he suddenly stopped, his length still in her, stretching her to her limit, but he didn’t move for a long moment. To her surprise, he slowly pulled out again, making her feel every bump and shape of his cocks, until he was completely free, and she felt empty. 

“Come on top of me,” Dax commanded as he rolled on his back. Lucy obeyed, pushing herself up, already missing his massive body on top of her. “Not like that, with your back toward me.” 

She obeyed again. Her legs straddled him, her back turned toward his face, and her long red hair ran down her spine.  

“Do I need to tell you what to do?” Lucy felt the annoyance in his voice and realized he was expecting her to do it. 

She moved up, positioning her petite body over his length. It wasn’t the first time she would slide her tiny frame on top of him, but it was always much more manageable when he did it. Lucy found the right angle, so both of his tips pointed at her holes and pushed herself down. Although he was in her a moment ago, she still felt her body's stretch and resistance to accommodate his unusual shape. Inchy by inch, she slid down, moaning and twisting her body to make the angle work. She started moving, but he was too big under her, and it was hard for her small frame to sustain any reasonable pace. 

Dax must have been enjoying that, seeing her struggle as she was trying to please him, but then she felt his big cold hands on her body, pulling her, so her back pressed against his scaly chest. His tongue licked her neck as he started thrusting in her, slightly changing the angle for her and making her moan louder as he drove her into orgasm. 

Dax didn’t care she had come. He continued the savage moves. Now that her body was even more sensitive and overstimulated, she was like a doll in his grip, every part of her body exposed for his hands to grab, and her tongue was mercilessly licking her neck and reaching for her mouth. She knew he could go for a long time, and so he did. Not changing the position, just the pace, but making sure she could feel every bump and ridge on him as she came twice on top of him before he finally found his release filling both of her holes with a sticky hot liquid. 

Dax helped her move from him once he was finally pleased. She felt so weak but in a pleasant way, her powerful arms placing her on the bed next to him as if she was light as a father.

“Do that instead of cake next time.” He laughed as he said that.