#divider by the lovely wrathofrats btw

[allmyey3s]

Wip Wednesday

Well it's been a while since I posted any writing here, huh? I've been dragging on this side chapter thing I'm working on since January. It's already over 4k words and they haven't even really started yet 😭

But after way too long our favorite monster boy is back! Well, not really. But you'll just have to figure it out on your own hehe :)

Anyways this chapter is gonna be extremely fucked up so this is your warning!

Have a little sneak peak as a treat (because you won't hear from me again until October)

"You know pretty girls shouldn't go in the woods all by themselves," the monster purred tauntingly. They suddenly yanked him lower so his now once again hard dick is level with their mouth. Swiss grunts and shakes his head in order to clear his swimming vision. "I'm not a girl," he hisses, baring his teeth when his eyes finally focus on the beast again.

The monster is staring up at him, that content smirk still on their face. "Oh really? And what makes you think that?" they asked in a sarcastic, almost mocking tone, raising an eyebrow.

Swiss scoffs and twists violently in his bindings a few times. "I don't know, maybe the lack of tits and feminine behavior? What makes you think I am one?" he spits and snaps his teeth at them with the last sentence.

The beast laughs loudly with a full chest. Their eyes glint with mischief, but something darker could be seen beneath it. They run their tongue over their fangs bared in a smirk before speaking. "Well, that can be fixed, can't it?"

Before Swiss can question what they mean or come up with something snarky to bite back with, a slightly unpleasant tingling sensation shoots up his thighs and further into his body. His eyes widen with confusion as he looks down only to find a green glow emanating from the creature's hands, where they're wrapped around his thighs. He doesn't really have time to focus on the glow though, because next thing he knows his raging boner disappears.

He doesn't go soft, no, it just vanishes. His entire dick disappears into thin air, well, a trail of quickly dissipating green sparkles. His balls follow suit, and just for a moment his crotch is nothing but a flap of taut skin.

That moment doesn't last very long though. Just before he can really take a good look at the smooth bump that remained, the skin splits into two. Swiss gasps loudly, twitching away yet unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. He doesn't feel any pain, it's all just weirdly numb and tingly, but it's not like he can really pay attention to the sensation while he grows a full vagina before his very own eyes.

He snaps his head back up to look at the beast with a mix of bewilderment, disgust, and borderline panic. "What the actual fuck?" he chokes out, and to his surprise, it comes out high-pitched. His voice sounds higher than it did just a minute ago, not squeaky, but high and girly.

This new discovery only serves to fuel his shock and confusion, and the beast seems to have taken note of the additional reaction. They once again laugh with a full chest, the cackles dripping with amusement and satisfaction, as if they're receiving just what they've been craving for months.

Much to Swiss' dismay however, his transformation is not yet finished. When he finally forces himself to look down again he finds another pair of surprises on his chest.

He's grown tits.

They're not small either, his estimate would be a solid C cup and growing.

His eyes dart from his crotch to his chest repeatedly, brows furrowing and face distorting with disgust. Only then does he register the discomfort in his hips. It's a faint, dull ache, settled deep in his bones. He's felt it before, it's similar to.... growing pains?

His eyes narrow as he focuses his attention to one of his hip bones, and not so unexpectedly, he figures it's moved. His hips have visibly grown, widened and stretched to a typical, perhaps slightly more shapely woman's build.

"What the fuck..." he whispers again, voice breaking a little on the curse, as he slowly raises his head back up to hesitantly meet the beast's gaze. He recoils at the sound of his own voice, all feminine and wrong.

The monster laughs again in return, then leans down and forward slightly, invading the ghoul's personal space. "Well, I think we've taken care of 'lack of tits'," they purr smugly, tone dripping with satisfaction. "What else did you say? Feminine behavior?"

Once again, before Swiss can snark something back, he's being moved, the vines around him shifting and creaking slightly. He's suddenly hanging with his belly exposed to the ground. The position is more uncomfortable than moments ago, the vines digging into his sore hips and his equally tingling stomach.

A clawed hand sneaks into his hair, grips it tightly and forcibly tilts his head down in order to look into the water of the nearby lake - since when is there a lake in this part of the forest?

"I can teach you how to be a good girl, alright."

He stares off into the depths, eyes squinting as he tries to make out whatever the creature wants him to see in the pool of turquoise. "I don't-" he mumbles, then cuts himself off with a gasp upon finally seeing it.

Staring back up at him from the pristine lake surface is his own reflection. Except it looks virtually nothing like him.

With horror he realizes he's wearing the body of a fully developed female. Shoulders narrower than before, two massive tits on his chest, slimmer waist, wide birthing hips and large thighs. His skin is all smooth and soft, only emphasizing the rough texture of the vines holding him captive.

His wide eyes finally travel up to his face and his bewildered expression. He quickly takes notice of his newly moulded face. His mustache and stubble have disappeared, giving way to soft, supple skin. His lips are slightly more puffy and pink-toned than usual, his nose smaller, his face overall more soft and feminine.

Everything is in extremes, there is no subtleness. He looks like a hyper-feminine curvy girl. Once again, as if it's the only thing he can muster up to say, "What the fuck."

Once again, for the hundredth time, the beast gives a booming laugh in reaction. "Like what you see I presume?" they question while making a show of snaking their hands up the ghoul's body. They look so large splayed over his stomach, up on his ribcage, until both wrap around each of his newly grown tits. They grope and knead, causing Swiss to squirm in an attempt to get away from the strange new sensation. They suddenly pinch and pull hard on the nipples, making him flinch and hiss. "Ow- hey!"

The sound of liquid splashing onto the unmoving surface of the lake makes his tightly shut eyes open. At first, he sees nothing, until a faint opaque fleck in the water catches his eye. The beast repeats the action, and with his very own eyes, he can see pearly white droplets drip from his nipples, splashing down into the water.

"Woah- hey! What the-"

"What the fuck," the creature mocks him and tweaks one of his nipples again. "If that's all your pretty little mouth can say I'll put it to a better use."

"Do not dare make me deepthroat a vine again!" Swiss bites, making sure to let all of his frustration bleed into his tone.

The creature hesitates for just a second, and he swears a speck of confusion washes through its expression. But it's gone just as quickly, and just to be more petty, they do exactly that.

"Thank you for the idea, little girl," they purr as they flick their wrist, causing a vine snaking up the ghoul's sternum to plummet straight into his mouth, right past his lips, teeth and tongue.

Swiss feels tears well up in his eyes.

[divine-misfortune]

>:)

"a kiss pressed to the neck" w/mountain and zeph. do you see the vision. neck feathers . . .

Oh I saw. I saw and I ran.

Divider by @wrathofrats btw

Taking a moment to savor the warmth for a few more precious seconds, Zephyr pulled the quilt tighter around themself. Maybe if they just didn’t open their eyes the sun couldn’t draw them from the comfort of their bed and the tight embrace of one fast asleep earth ghoul. Down pulled to their nose, they breathed in the rich scent of sandalwood and pine. It only made the prospect of remaining in bed that much sweeter. 

Stirring even slightly, behind them Mountain made a low throaty sound. He was a heavy sleeper to everything but them it seemed. Pulled from the depth of slumber if they even so much as considered untangling from his death grip. He dragged them closer, his tail even coming to snake around their calf in another attempt to keep them in place. 

“Nn…’ephy.” Mountain mumbled groggily, lazily kneading his calloused fingers into the soft strip of belly left exposed by their hiked up shirt. “No go, stay.”

Zephyr breathed a partial laugh, not nearly awake for anything more full-bellied. 

“Can’t stay forever, love” they teased and stroked over the arm draped over their waist. Even with their eyes closed, limbs hidden beneath the blankets, they found the well learned path his muscles created. Zephyr dusted the tips of their fingers along them all the way down to the back of his hand, leading their fingers straight to the spaces between his. 

“Yes you can.” He huffed as sternly as a teddy bear like him could. Certainly stubborn as a bear, that was for sure. “Just gotta lay there.” 

On another morning they might have relented to his pouting but they truly didn’t trust Dew to manage the archive on his own. Distractible little water ghoul. The headache of refilling his days work would far outweigh the bliss of remaining where they were. They sighed and moved to lift his arm, sort of like unbuckling a seatbelt, but the earth ghoul was dead weight. Or maybe purposeful weight. 

He stopped burying his face into their bed messed hair, almost entirely pulled loose from the braid they’d put it into the night before, and grumbled. Audible displeasure with his mate’s attempted escape. They swatted him lightly when the tip of his nose dragged over the nape of their neck. Drinking in sun warmed cotton and autumn air in favor of the herbal tea he’d had each morning since his summoning. Mountain exhaled, damp heat of his breath making their skin prickle. 

“Mountain.” 

Zephyr tried to sit themself up but his hand had drifted. Flat against their chest, pinned between his body and unexpected strength.The next sound out of the earth ghoul was not low enough to be a growl, not high enough to be a whine. Some needy, irritated noise. 

“Shh…” He hissed. Voice still rough, he repeated “just gotta lay there.”

Ever a beast driven by a brand of love that was far from selfish, the stubble on his cheek scratched against their shoulder as he placed a clumsy open mouthed kiss to their pulse. One followed by another. Each just as lazy as the last. 

Zephyr squirmed but he didn’t relent. Fangs scraped skin and they cursed uselessly, stomach just doing flips with every damning kiss. It lurched suddenly when he’d managed to kiss high enough his nose had nestled into the softest of their feathers at the hinge of their jaw. They shuddered, unable to swallow down a gasp that only spurred him on. 

“M - ountain!” Their voice betrayed them just as their body had, breathing the slightest big heavier. A small pitch that earned a chuckle.

”Like when you sing chickadee…” 

They’d have scowled at him and the pet name that put fluttering wasps in the pit of their stomach. An annoyed funny feeling that made them want to curse a certain quintessence ghoul to heaven and back. But he nipped at their pulse with purposefully unglamored fangs to steal any sort of sour look off their face, intent on fueling the growing burn in their cheeks and stoking the heat at their core faster than their tired brain could comprehend. Not that he was faring any better - eyes drooping, inches away from dozing back off half draped over them.

Mountain groaned close to their ear, burrowing further into the sensitive comfort of their feathers. Tail now around their thigh, he tugged at them with an insistence. Pulling them closer to the tent slowly pitching in his boxers as he continued mouthing along their throat with a sedated hunger. That beast would wake properly later and they’d be forced to tame it, domesticate the very lust that fueled him but for now all they could do was let him take. And he took easily albeit lazily.

”My pretty bird.”