Short Story: The Shadow of Farsooth
A short story concerning lovecraftian deep sea fish-like monsters and their unfortunate male mates.
"The poor man would discover soon, as his tender stomach swelled, that these things didn't have females of their own. They made them."
NOTES: Hello there! I'm getting ready to put the finishing touches on the Male Wives of Beastmen 3 but I recently put out something that may be of interest to those into monstrous anthros. I post tons of free fiction, flash fiction and other things linked from my website socials (https://molagval.neocities.org/) if you weren't aware. This is a short story based on a longer story called The Shadow of Farsooth. It's a Lovecraftian deep ones x human tale that involves deep sea fish-like monsters and their unfortunate male mates. This is the snippet I used to develop the idea, I still think while short it's still enjoyable as it is. If you want the full version however, it's available from smashwords here-> https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1129289 I don't think I've seen much done with Lovecraft's tales in a gay mpreg context so if nothing else, it's pretty novel. Enjoy!
The Shadow of Farsooth
The port town loomed above the sea. It was dark, mildewed and creaking from old wood. The little lights were in the windows but dimly, the songs had started from the distant islands and they knew what was about to happen. The streets were emptied.
That night a traveler was stolen from the local Inn. No one went looking for him, no one would dare. Deep beneath the seas he was petted and cooed at by a strange aquatic monster.
"Ahh!" he screamed.
The monster licked his face, greedily, its pin sharp teeth exposed in a leering grin. It looked like a fish that had come from the bottom of the deepest ocean, wide limpid eyed and eerie. Glowing softly, like they did in the infinite dark.
Terrified, he could barely look the thing in its eyes. He had just been in town to survey the underground tunnels, there had been reports of safety issues. And here he was torn away from everything he knew, tortured by these things. And their kind of cruelty was the worst of all.
"Soft one," it hissed, like an adoration.
He struggled against it. Fought even harder when it pressed its disgusting, slimy mouth against his and forced a thick, sea flavored tongue in his mouth.
"Mmph!" he groaned.
It was like being intoxicated by the most wonderfully awful drug. He still could feel everything but his limbs would no longer listen to his brain and his thoughts slid like slurry through a dark, endless sea.
"Such pretty skin," the creature rasped.
It's cock was enormous and it grew into a twitching pulsating thing that dripped eagerly, as if longing for something to penetrate.
"No-oo!" he cried, flopping uselessly on his back.
He'd had a name, he'd had family. Who was he? It was getting more and more difficult to recall. The song was hypnotizing, the fear was choking and sensual and all consuming.
His clothes were ripped off by webbed hands and impossible claws. He was held down in a bed of vile smelling seaweed. He was mounted by a creature that had known impossible things about the stars and other planets that was also just as needy as any other living thing to reproduce.
"Ahh!" he screamed.
It was inside of him, and much like the horrible tongue, the precum oozing from the tip of its cock poisoned him, drew his mind somewhere very far away. It was also changing him from the inside out. But he didn't know that yet. All he felt was the pleasure that was so intense it was driving him insane.
Hours of fucking passed. Wet sounds of mounting and the braying of an aquatic beast as it spurted its semen inside the unfortunate human male it had captured.
The poor man would discover soon, as his tender stomach swelled, that these things didn't have females of their own. They made them.
And his wrecked hole and twitching, uselessly spent penis was just one more conquered territory in their infinite travels.