Futa Monster Novels & Stories

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

I breathed, stunned by the admission. "Yes," Magnus said, looking back up to lock his eyes with mine. "But either way, I didn't let it stop me. Because I couldn't rely on a wolf’s claws, I spent decades traveling the territories, learning every single fighting skill known to our kind and to humans. I mastered strategy, martial arts, weapons, and psychological warfare. That is how I became an Alpha. That is how I took the throne. I became a monster without ever needing to grow fur." I stared at him, completely captivated. The shared understanding between us was so much it was terrifying. We were both outcasts who had forced the world to bow to us anyway.

The half-breed agreed, knowing that she could do what her mother asked with ease, Tuviel’s eyes thick with the shade of amber. “Let’s begin with the Fera.” Her mother nodded, knowing that her daughter knew the history by heart; but needing proof of this regardless. Astria shifted in her seat, clearing her throat as she began to inspect all that she knew. “The Fera are a half human, half animal race that are mostly peaceful, they live within the nine swamps of Lacus, far from the realm of men that wishes to force them all into slavery.” “Correct.” Tuviel gushed proudly, “What race is next?”

It was the Boss Monster—a colossal Crimson Bigfoot—struggling to crawl away on just one remaining limb after losing three to the young man. At that moment, it had only one option… RUN! Unfortunately for the beast, escape was no longer an option. “[Force].” The Boss Monster suddenly lost control over its battered body, feeling itself get pulled back despite all attempts to flee. It screamed at the top of its lungs for help, but… ~FWUUSH!~ … There was no one to listen. “G-gurrruk!” It was the strongest on that Floor, and now it was the last one standing

Black fur covered my palms and the backs of my hands, my nails lengthened into claws, my gums tensed as my fangs descended and locked. Luna Elire raised her chin, her long hair shimmering briefly before her silver-gray fur swallowed her shoulder line; she chose her half-form. Luna Meyra twists her wrist—light brown fur appears on the back of her palm, her irises glowing honey-colored. Luna Carine… no nonsense. A soft crackle sounds as bones shift, and in an instant, a black wolf circles where she stands—whole, majestic, muscular, with a spine as sleek as a sword. “Go!” shouted an instructor. The shield was struck three times. Cheers rang out.

It was the Boss Monster—a colossal Crimson Bigfoot—struggling to crawl away on just one remaining limb after losing three to the young man. At that moment, it had only one option… RUN! Unfortunately for the beast, escape was no longer an option. “[Force].” The Boss Monster suddenly lost control over its battered body, feeling itself get pulled back despite all attempts to flee. It screamed at the top of its lungs for help, but… ~FWUUSH!~ … There was no one to listen. “G-gurrruk!” It was the strongest on that Floor, and now it was the last one standing

My vision blurred as the word echoed in my head. Pet. They wanted me to be their pet “Y-you mean….” My mouth went dry and I couldn’t even finish the sentence. I wasn’t naïve. I was still a virgin, but I knew exactly what that meant, and there were three of them. “Pet, as in your sex slave? Listen, I can work,” I said quickly, panic clawing its way up my chest. “As a maid, an assistant. Anything. Anything but that.” “Isn't that cute?” One of them chuckled softly. “How many years do you think it would take you to pay thirty million as a maid?”

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

I asked in a calm voice. "Am sure he's hungry but don't worry because I.. have a great plan."he praised himself. "What do you mean father? I mean what's your plan." "Let's go fishing."he said with a smile. "Wow. What a brilliant idea! Let's go father."Mani said jumping up and down with so much excitement. "Let me go to gather some edible fruits from the jungle. I'll be right back."I said as I walked into the thick Forest.

How could I have been so dumb? I possess one of the rarest magic in all of MistWorld, Kraegos. I could create any monster I want, even the ones with wings. Taking another deep breath, I decided to put my power to a test. Knowing I had little time left before the incoming monsters got to me, I quickly formed the image of a winged monster with the ability to fly fast, camouflage, and super strength. To ensure I didn't get lost on the way back to N.A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld.