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Breeding Season: The Making of a Kingpin	By : Cokemonster Category: +A through F > Breeding Season Views: 7431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Breeding Season: The making of Kingpin
Tag(s): Oral
Background Information:
This is fanfiction of the game Breeding Season that is more or less non canon, as I have no idea what world building H-Bomb will add after I write this (and more over what lore is already present but reserved for patrons or what have you). I write this after playing 7.6.1 update patch, just for reference. I’m not going to explain the entire game as I expect you’ve already played it. But I encourage you to check it out if you haven’t already. This is meant to be a lighthearted, sexy little story to try my hand at erotic writing as well as see how a world with fuckable (but heavily restricted) monsters functions on a day to day for regular folks. Let me know if you got your rocks off, and what I can improve on. Cheers.
World and Premise:
The world of Breeding Season is a typical RPG setting turned on its head. Monsters for the most part have been tamed through the discovery of emotional reflection, and have been turned into tools for everyday use. However, their natural biology tends to trigger humans around them to lust for them, which in turn reflects back unto the monsters. This is cause for many modern day troubles for the citizens under the Empirical rule. Strict laws are in place, and inquisitors at the ready to apprehend any who dare break them. Many fail to uphold to the Empresses’ morals, and so every day it seems like a new caravan full of law breakers are carted off for rehabilitation. This is a common sight in many towns. The sprawling city of Lumbridge is no exception. And though it rest near the heart of the Empire, many speak of crime lords and underground markets biding time until action can be taken.
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(This episode was filmed in front of a live, New York audience.)
“What the shit!” Joey blurted, letting his tool bag clutter to the dirt. Before him was a sight he’d never thought he’d ever see in his life, not in this city at least.
He gazed open mouthed into the filthy alleyway. It was full of trash bags, fresh ones from Hank’s deli. Despite their contents being filled with sweets, the odor that spilled forth was actually putrid. What lay beyond them were puddles of piss and a dead end. Joey paid no attention beyond. What was in the mound of trash, what was causing them to shift and rustle and spill their contents was what had caused him such exasperation. More specifically, it was what he’d caught a glimpse of. Pink. Red. It had been pink, red, and surrounded in a shiny tan. It had been flesh.
He remained paralyzed, wishing to both Goddesses and even the ones he didn’t believe in for it to simply be a stray scrounging for food or a homeless guy. A naked homeless guy. Yes, he found himself for the first and last time in his life wishing to see some extremely clean homeless guy.
But alas, it was not.
Out of the center of the trash pile, a red mess of hair sprang up in the most delayed reaction to a man’s shouting Joey had ever seen. Green eyes blinked at him. In her mouth, a hearty scrap of dough hung carelessly with some sort of liquid dripping off it. Two little fangs dug into the softness of the white bread. Her shoulders were laxed, and bare. The lightly sun-touched skin of her arms ended where fur replaced it. Red. It was red fur all the way down her limbs. Joey’s eyes raced back up to the creature’s head, and found two ears flicking as they honed toward his direction. It was a catgirl.
“RrrrrAAAaar!” The find in her mouth dropped back into the pile as she screeched out a warning.
“Gyah!” Joey jumped back. He landed on his arse against the hard sidewalk. Despite the pain, he retained the immediate fear of being mauled to death and scrambled away.
The catgirl appeared to be ready to pounce, to carry out his worst fears just for him. But then she noticed the food missing from her mouth, and quickly forgot he ever existed. She went back to scrounging, making a more frantic and loud attempt to get back what she’d lost.
Joey stared. Remaining floored, he watched as she found the bread and ate it right there on the spot.
This was the first time he’d ever seen a monster so close without a handler and... naked? No, no wild monster could simply wander into this city, into THIS district of the empirically controlled Lumbridge. There was simply no way. She had to have a master, a collar perhaps!
Joey got up with new found confidence. It didn’t seem like she would maul him yet, so he decided to be the good citizen he believed he was and strolled over as casually as he could. He scanned the streets, and found any heads that’d turned his way immediately left about their own business when he met their eyes. Men, women, a clothed dickwolf and his owner. He hadn’t drawn too big a crowd, somehow. He waited for them to pass, and found a window of opportunity.
He carefully snuck up to the trash pile. As he neared, a tail lashed out and whipped across his cheek. Admist his cry of surprise, the catgirl emerged with her back to him. Her bare back. That’s when Joey saw she was truly, completely naked.
“E—eh…” He stuttered, his plan of checking for a collar dashed and forgotten as blood cycled to different organs.
The catgirl heard this, and much to Joey’s simultaneous luck and misfortune, she turned around to face him.
Voluptuous, perky breasts bounced mere feet away. The rest of the catgirl melted into the background as his eyes focused on these two, wondrous bulbs. They were like twin suns shining so brightly that he might be blinded by staring so directly. He felt a fever coming on. Well, two fevers. One down below, and one up above. It all began to seem dreamlike, floaty. He became as floaty as those tits right there plain for him and anyone who happened by to see.
Joey shook free from his trance. He rubbed at his eyes, dashing away the impurity and cursing his lustful thoughts. He had to think straight. Think. There is a wild monster right in front of this poor fool just going about his day. What should he do? Call the guards? The inquisitors?
All the while as he thought, the catgirl blinked and mindlessly stared his way without an ounce of curiosity or malice. Confusion was best suited to describe it. The faint tilt of her head definitely portrayed confusion. This lasted just as long as a Lumtown-minute. She yawned, stepped out of the trash, and made off into the street.
Joey noticed this almost a second too late. “Wait!”
In a feat rather commendable, he had his coat off and around the girl’s chest in mere seconds. He then pulled her back into the ally.
“rrRRRWWAEER!” Another screech rang out.
They struggled for a bit. Joey was faintly aware of the few bites and scratches planted on his neck and cheeks, but by the end of it he had the coat securely around her shoulders. He was bear hugging her, which was quite difficult when she was fighting back.
“Shut up! Please, girl! I’m—“
A forceful paw slammed into his face. Thankfully, she wasn’t all that strong. It was just annoying. Most monsters he’d ever interacted with had never been this aggressive. This was a soggy dump, but it was peaceful and far away from any frontier plagued by monster attacks. That just made all of this the more strange, as this one was definitely wild. He had to keep his wits about him.
“…think it came from this way!” A far off voice came dimly.
They both stopped their fighting and faced each other. Dread welled within Joey’s stomach. That fever that had brewed down below had been snuffed cold. The inquisitors were coming. He recalled what they did to lawbreakers who even looked at a monster lustily. If they suspected him having been defiled by this creature, he was sure to be sent away. Horror stories that he’d heard throughout his entire life, ones he had never paid merit, were suddenly very worrying. They probably weren’t true, not most of them, but he had knew at least one was. And which one of those punishments would be done to him? Which one WAS true? Why was he even thinking about this? He only had to tell them the truth… Why was he…
“Down Forth. This way!” The voices were infinitely louder.
“…C’mon!” He finally whispered.
The catgirl was blatantly unaware of the threat they faced as he shoved her into motion. He kept his arm and coat draped over the confused monster as they barreled down the street, away from the voices that shouted after them. The pair turned a few corners, splashed a few puddles, and ultimately got a little bit lucky. Joey checked their backs and found them clear. He paused in a different, but equally decrepit, alley to button up his coat around her. He found the catgirl not fighting back as he led her all the way to his home.
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The cramped lodge on the 4^th story floor of Grand Dizzmo was a cheap one. The single bed in the corner had sheets that were spotted beige. Couch was adjacent to it, barely fitting against the bleak lumber wall. A pathetic stack of bookshelves rested above it, sharing the wall for which a window let in the only natural lighting. Roaches scrounged the crumbs of the last meal eaten on a small table. A closet hiding all of the inhabitant’s secrets, but mostly clothing and food, was just next to the exit. What room was left to freely walk around was littered with dust in the air and specks of metals on the splintery planks. Such an unlivable living area was meant for one person, and one person only.
“Home sweet home.” Joey offered a less than warm welcome to his guest.
Those red ears flicked, her nose sniffing along with them. She cautiously entered as if it were a trap. It made Joey wonder if she would find it unsuitable and flee. At this point, he didn’t know if he had enough care left in him to chase after her.
After only a few sniffs however, the red furred catgirl stood up straight and meowed happily.
“…Good. You can just sit—“
The coat that’d been around her was ripped free. She tossed it carelessly onto the bed, and Joey watched with a gaping mouth as she stretched. Her buttocks tightened as she arched her back, grabbing the back of one arm with the other and bending backwards. He could hear her purring through smiling lips as she nearly hit the roof. She then switched to the other arm and did the same.
Joey managed to tear his eyes away just as she jumped onto his bed. In his peripheral, he could see her continuing to get comfortable as he grew increasingly uncomfortable. He quickly knelt and clasped his hands together.
“Please, O Goddess. Do not tempt me, fore I am loyal…” He said aloud. He couldn’t drown out the purring that reverberated around him. Eventually, he finished the short-hand prayer.
He stood and sat at his table. A book on ironworks lay closed. He shoved it aside and reached for his bag. He groped air. He reached again, groped where it should be, and realized he had left it. “Shit!” He called out, loud enough for the granny below his lot to surely hear.
How could he be so idiotic? He had sacrificed his tools, his lively hood! For what? A monster? What the hell was he going to do? He didn’t have the connections to sell it. He didn’t know a thing about monster care (He’d always been held from those classes by his parents). All he had was hearsay and rumors, and yet he had done such a stupid thing.
He ran both his hands through his hair. He seethed, whispering curses with each exhale.
His tools were long gone. Either confiscated by the Order or picked up by some urchin. No point and going back to get fingered at the crime scene like some green bellied pincher.
“Yyyyeoowww~”
Joey froze once more at the incredibly loud yowl. It was a moan spiked with a thick pleasure. He picked his head up to find the catgirl was, indeed, fingering herself.
He shot up from his seat, unable to decide whether to shield his eyes or looks directly at her. “No! No! Bad! Stop!”
He heard her stop, and peeked. She was staring at him with one of her arms hidden between her thighs. Her face was faintly flush, her tongue out like a feline expelling heat on a summer day.
“Goddess…” Joey sighed. “How is that even… I mean how do you even pleasure yourself when you have fucking claws?”
The catgirl furrowed her brow, not annoyed at the interruption. She removed her hand from her groin with an audible plop, and resigned to simply lying on her back. It made Joey shiver from head to toe. She took the claw that was glistening with juice and brought it skyward, examining it absently. A sweet, visceral, smell wafted about the tiny room. He suddenly had the urge to pounce. To simply jump on top of her and—
“No no no…” Joey bared his teeth and clamped his hands down on his skull. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to banish these thoughts as more of his senses were corrupted. “Why are you here…”
“…” She said nothing. Seeing as how he was not participating in the least, the catgirl curled up into a ball and faced the wall.
He released his skull, heart relaxing from all of the racing it had done today. It was easier to look as her from behind, but only barely. Joey thought it almost sad to see a cute, fully developed furry gal curled up like that. Almost.
“Ugh…” He collapsed in his seat, craning his neck as far as it could. He covered his eyes with one arm, blocking out the golden evening light as well as his worries. That potent aroma that was not unpleasant continued to penetrate his mind with every inhalation. It forced images of his childhood to come forth. He remembered the day his father had brought home a catgirl. She had been well dressed in expensive and modest attire, but she had smelled the same. It had been fainter, and the lust in her eyes more subdued than any monster he’d ever see, but he remembered being able to smell that sweetness.
Joey sighed deeply, offering one last curse under his breath. With a mind more or less cleared, he came back to the present and his awful situation. He jutted a finger at his bed. “First thing tomorrow—“
It was empty.
Joey blinked several times in confusion.
“Meow~”
He glanced down, and then jumped in his seat from surprise. The catgirl was on her fours, facing up at him with one paw prepped under her chin like she was posing for a picture in an ad campaign. She was advertising a drink, but he was not the one who was thirsty. Her tail lashed from where it protruded off the end of her spine, perfectly centered above of her ass. Those identical twins hanging off her chest sagged slightly downward, faintly bouncing as she crawled toward him.
“No no no!”
His refusal of consent was lost on the monster. She must have thought this was a game, that he wasn’t absolutely fearing for his life. She continued forward, and very soon came to Joey’s shut knees. Two claws came up and daintily placed themselves on his pants. Then, with unforeseen force, his legs were spread without his doing. The catgirl brought her upper half straight, her face portraying a devil’s greedy grin. Her eyes were not cast on him, but lower, and that cheeky smile shined rows of teeth he wanted nowhere near him.
“D—don’t—“
Like a dog snapping into attack mode, her head shot down on his crotch. Joey tensed in pain and shock, desperately trying to push her off. She must have misinterpreted this, because as he put increasingly more force into it, she pushed back in equal measure. The sounds of ripping filled the musky air as streaks of cloth flew away to the ground. This was when Joey knew he was going to die. He was going to be eaten alive from the waist up by this monster. The city police would find his corpse and the catgirl bathed in his blood. Then, she’d seduce and kill them and move on to his neighbors. Well, he wouldn’t feel bad for that one old bint, but many others would die. All because he made a dumb decision…
Joey opened his eyes. He wasn’t in pain anymore. Instead, he felt a strange sense of… freedom.
That’s when he looked down.
He still had his hands pushing against the catgirl. Her face was smooshed by them as she stared downward. He followed her gaze, and found his pants had been torn. In a tattered and misshapen circle, his entire groin region was free. Even the underwear was shredded gone. All that remained was the erection between his spread legs. It was the longest and hardest he had ever seen it, and he was once again too shocked to say a word. His arms gave just a little, and she took this as the go ahead.
She came closer, mouth open and tongue wryly licking all about inside her mouth. Saliva dribbled down one corner of her thin lips. The three or four lines of stickiness ran along her chest, and fell down one bulbous breast where it all congealed in her cleavage. Her breasts came to rest on his inner thighs. They were warm. Too warm. He shuddered at their touch, their heat. Even if it was through the pants legging that remained, it was so hot he felt constrained in the trainee clothes he wore every day.
Now that she was squarely pressed against him, she could bring one of her paws around. He didn’t protest as her furry paw lustily grabbed his cock. As soon as she did, Joey was struck by a jolt that surged upward. Pre cum already spat out onto her red fur, but she didn’t seem to notice or mind. She only went to working his skin up and down. It was an alien feeling, not because Joey had never had a handy before, but because he’d never had a… paw—y… before. The texture of the pads that were her fingertips were rubbery, and without the slickness of the oil human hands carried. Moreover, he sometimes felt the softness of the fur surrounding them. That wasn’t bad, not at all, but it wasn’t particularly stimulating.
The catgirl did this for no more than ten seconds before recognizing it a waste of effort and stopping. Joey watched in both horror and ecstasy as she brought her mouth closer. Droplets of spit fell on his balls and into his pubes and cock. He could feel her warm breath spilling against him in rapid cycles, titillating him so much he thought he was about to unload right there. But he held on. He held on as she came closer. He had no idea why he was doing so. He shouldn’t be doing such a terrible act with a half-beast. But none of that crossed his mind or if it did he didn’t heed the warnings. Only one thing was repeating in his blood starved brain:
Please don’t have a rough tongue. Please don’t have a rough tongue. Please don’t have a rough tongue.
She angled it toward her with her paw, and in another one of those swift, animalistic motions she pounced on it. There was no teasing or easing into it. She enveloped it all in her mouth. Joey’s legs as with his entire body straightened and tensed. He grabbed for stability, and found it against the nearby table and the seat of his chair. Wetness and an intense heat covered him. It spread throughout his body as he broke out into a cold sweat. He watched her head bob up and down, his dick appearing and disappearing from inside her. He felt her tongue (Oooooh yes it isn’t rough) lathering and licking under his shaft frantically. He felt her teeth were not all fangs as he occasionally grated against them, offering a contrast to the pool of slippery softness he was wading through.
All he had to do was watch. To sit there and watch, but that was growing too difficult. With every cycle, up and down, she purred and moaned through a full mouth. She twisted her head sometimes, causing him to twist in the same direction. His own moans were stifled little clicks and grunts, but they grew in intensity with every second and every round of up-and-down. He bit them back when he was getting too loud, failed, then tried again. What was produced were the sounds of a man having a heart attack. Joey had half a mind to believe he was having one. He could drop dead this very moment and he would thank the Goddess of Order or Chaos alike for this wondrous death.
Her rhythm changed. Tempo increased, she sucked harder. Her cheeks went inward from suction, covering his cock. This was too much. This was as far as the man went.
Without a sane thought left in his lust blinded mind, he reached around to the back of her head and roughly grabbed a handful of her soft, red hair. He arched forward, back bending to overshadow the monster between his legs just as her own smooth back bent the opposite. From her shoulders down to her cheeks which were planted on the floor, she curved in reflex to being handled so suddenly. She tried to pull away, but he kept her head there. His legs, his grip on her head and on the table near them all tightened. He exploded, his mouth releasing an inaudible victory cry, and his steel hard cock releasing his sperm. Three solid spurts. Her human tongue twitched and gagged for breath. His eyes fluttered to the back of his depraved mind, lapping up the perverseness of his seed washing down her pink throat down to her stomach.
After a few moments of the two of them stuck in that position, he released her and fell back into his seat. She broke away immediately. The paw stained with pre-cum came up and wiped the spittle and juices off her mouth. She was coughing profusely, and Joey had to wonder if he had been too forceful with her. But when she removed her paw, she had a tiny smile. Her eyes were half opened, her cheeks pink. She seemed content.
Joey took a few deep, satisfied breaths. Then, he weakly he said: “Tomorrow. We have to get you out of this city. We… we have…”
Her lustful glare had disappeared, and now she was cleaning herself. She lapped up the stickiness on her paw without a care, and didn’t pay his words any mind while doing so. He watched, looking at her. She noticed, her green eyes slowly descending before stopping suddenly. He followed her gaze.
He was hard again.
She meowed in surprise and glee and went to pounce upon him once more.
He stood up. “No! No! No more! Oh Goddess… what have I actually done…!”
His voice was loud, scaring her off to retreat under his bed. There was somehow enough space under there for her. She was part cat after all. But that wasn’t what had plagued his mind once more.
He had… copulated… with a monster. Within no more than three minutes, he had allowed the situation to become infinitesimally worse! Did monsters get pregnant from oral alone? How was he to explain all of this to the inquisitors? His tell-tale heart would never allow him to lie about something so drastic. He could picture it now. There would be two of them. They had tracked him and his misdeeds and found him. They’d question and look for the monster until he juts a finger toward the bed and screams; There! She’s under the bed! Please! Please have mercy—I was tempted so by this unholy feline! Please, O Goddess…
Then they’d haul both of them off. Him for rehabilitation, and her for repurposing. The very thought sent shivers very different to the shivers he worshipped just moments ago. Even though he knew it was such a long shot that he’d be caught between now and tomorrow, it wouldn’t allow him any rest of mind.
Then there came a set of knocks.
“Hello?”
T H E Y ‘R E H E R E A L R E A D Y ? !
Joey rushed to the door, then remembered his semi hard dick flopping about. He grabbed his coat from the floor and hastily tied it about his waist like a preppy school girl. He glanced toward the bed.
A pair of green eyes were bright against the darkness. They asked wordlessly: What’s all the commeowtion?
He cursed himself for the cat pun, then pointed in warning. “Don’t make a sound. Don’t come out.”
He had no clue if that had any bearing on the monster. He had no idea of her intelligence, other than she was mute. Wait. Had he even tried speaking with her?
“HELLO? J?” The voice beyond the door came again. It was getting annoyed, and simultaneously hitting a familiar note of anger.
That’s when Joey breathed a sigh of relief. It was his good friend, Raimey. No inquisitors had come for his castra— Rehabilitation. Only Raimey had.
He went to the door. He unlocked three of the four locks when he noticed a glimmer from the floor. The smile he had obtained at the sound of good news melted away. He examined it more thoroughly, and saw the trail of juice leading right under his bed. There was a giant pool of the stuff right below the table, leading him to suspect what it was.
Pussy juice. He gulped down his new found despair.
“Yo… what’s that smell?” Raimey said.
Joey’s voice quivered. “N—nothing. Nothing at all. Hay. Listen. Now’s not a good time.” He relocked the various bolts on his door, each one producing a loud clang as metal shifted into place. He then put his back against the wood, as if that would stop Raimey from entering any more than the locks would. “Come back… tomorrow. Or two days from now! Yeah… yeah…”
There was no reply. No audible one at least.
Joey, along with the door, were kicked several feet inside the room. He collided with the floor and the door fell atop him, creating a wood-man-wood sandwich. He groaned from the three impacts, and made to crawl out. This feeble attempt was quickly snuffed out as a fourth impact, a heavy foot, smashed down on the sandwich.
The bitch Raimey leered down at him, nostrils flaring and earrings jangling. “What’s going on, J?”
“F—fuaack…you…” He quietly whispered as his stomach was impounded. As he did, she increased the pressure one more time before allowing him to get out. He immediately did, scrambling from underneath the wooden door he’d have to repair tomorrow. He rubbed his neck, glancing past the girl with amazonian strength to check on the locks. They were intact.
“Ahem.” She said with a native accent thicker than his. She crossed her arms, a defensive gesture for an offensive woman. “Don’t eva’ relock yo locks on me. Hear? It’s rude.” Her eyes flared in the waning sunset that reflected off of them. It was growing dark, accentuating the white around her eyes against the dark beige skin tone surrounding it. She stood shorter than he did standing, but at this angle, she was a tower of might dressed in pink and blue.
Joey almost wished for some inquisitors to show up for his own safety.
“Well… You see…”
“Meooooow?”
Joey shut his eyes tight, grimacing. He knew this would happen. He knew it all would have happened if he took that catgirl. All of this mess. But he did it anyway. This was his fault. His own doing. He could live with that. That was what he told himself.
He opened his eyes. Raimey was staring toward his bed, mouth agape.
Was that how I looked like?
He followed. The catgirl was peeking out from under his bed. A roach was in her mouth. Its legs crawled and twisted frantically. She just met their gazes, switching back and forth from Raimey and Joey. A distinct crunch resounded, and she slurped up the insect without breaking her gaze. Joey winced. That was the same mouth he had been inside just a moment ago. He felt sick, but couldn’t tell if that was because his stomach was caved in by the door.
The next few hours would be spent explaining to Raimey his circumstance, and then begging her not to report him. He didn’t know how he’d do it, but he would. And she would begrudgingly accept. Maybe even help him. But right now, he just reserved himself this moment of silence.
He had made a choice. Everything that came after that… would be his punishment.
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