Something to Fear

Your knees hurt. The oni that herded you and a few of your colleagues out of the cave you were being held in was less than gentle. She forced you onto your knees, your friends and others surrounding you in a rough semi-circle. You scan the faces of the other captured members of your town. Captain of the guard, his son, his human wife, and his various trusted others. The thought of them being captured simply by going looking for you makes your stomach turn. 

And that’s when you see her. Your wife. She is among the others that were captured from your town. The dragon stares forward defiantly. An orc and oni point and giggle at her helpless state. The feeling of despair and powerlessness swirl in the depths of your stomach, and you can’t help but stare at her. The thought of something happening to your dragon wife is one of the worst things in the world. 

The crowd surrounding you is a healthy mix of mean and menacing. Ushi-oni’s, arachne, orcs, goblins, red and blue oni, demons. Everyone seems to be accounted for. You had heard about a group of marauding monster girls ransacking and taking various villages’ men into the dark night. Your town had even had a clash or two with the likes of these. But you always thought they were just a small group of renegades. Not a well organized group as you are currently witnessing. You never expected to be at their mercy like this. 

A centaur clops back and forth in front of your group, as if inspecting a meal to make sure it looks appetizing. Her eyes dart back and forth from every male, sizing each of them up. Is she taking note of which one she likes? A lecherous smile stretches across her face, and she prances to the Captains son and looks down upon her prey.

“I know you got my letter. I watched you read it before we came up on your pathetic little rescue party. Give me it.” She commands in a stern tone. The boy keeps his head down, and pulls out a piece of parchment and hands it up to the towering centaur.

“Thank you. Seems like everyone’s here. Time to meet the boss.” she says, nodding to a couple of her oni friends. They nod back, and step to the side.

Revealing a hobgoblin with a smile so wide, only a cheshire could even dream of besting it. She walks forward, her large wooden club twice the size of herself resting on her shoulder. You can’t help but notice her very ample breasts contrast with her small frame. Her dark brown horns contrast with her fiery red hair in the pale light of the various campfires idly placed around. You have a feeling your group will be here for a while. 

“Quaking in our little boots yet?” She asks

“Oh boy,” she continues, walking forward into the middle of our little half-circle “do I have a feeling we’re getting close. Gonna be boot-knockin’ city here real soon.” She finishes. A light chuckle comes from the crowd of faces around you, amused by the implication of her statement.

“Which one of you meanies is the leader?” She asks, sweeping her club at each of us, as if we were going to answer her. The centaur speaks up, walking forward and prodding the captains head with a long, slender finger.

“This one. He’s the guy.” 

The hobgoblin pauses and turns, eyeballing the captain. She furrows her brow and sighs. A slight smirk on her face, she looked the helpless man up and down. 

“Hi. You’re Hitch right? I’m Ne-san,” she states “and I do not appreciate you turning down my girls.” 

“Also, when I sent my girls, to abduct your men for turning down my girls, you turned down MORE of my girls.”

“Not nice. Not nice.” She lectures, wagging a finger back and forth, a patronizing gesture.

“You have no clue how not nice that truly is. But I think you’ll be up to speed shortly. Yeah. You are sooo going to regret crossing me in a few minutes. Yes you will.~” She finishes talking directly to the captain and begins to pace back and forth, inspecting us captives. My wife stares at me.

“You see,” she begins to lecture us “you don’t mess with the food chain. And the food chain is this, and it’s very quite simple. Even if you’re silly, which you all very well may be, you can understand it.” She stops in the center, where we all can gaze upon her in all her arrogant glory.

“You ready? Here it goes, pay attention: please my girls, or I will rape you.” The silence is deafening after this comment. The various males in our group look back and forth in confusion. 

The busty goblin nods at the cronies in the wings. A single cheer is heard in the background in the sea of monsters. She then begins to walk back to the end of the line, giving you all another pass.

“Today was career day. We invested a LOT so you would know who I am, and what I can do.” The hobgoblin unshoulders her club and jabs it at the captain.

“You work for me now, you have men, you give them to me. That’s your calling.” The monster chided. She then paced to one of the guards, completely shaking in fear, staring down at the ground. She didn’t even tower over him. She was the same height as he was on his knees.

“Now, I know that is a mighty big pleasant pill to swallow. And swallow it, you most certainly will. You all ruled the roost. You built something, you thought you were uncatchable. I get it.”

“But the word is out,” she began, leaning down and putting her mammaries directly on the poor mans’ head. “you are not strong. Not even close.” She finishes, leaning back up. She straightens herself up, and begins the all too familiar patrol. 

“In fact, you’re all broke. More broke if you don’t do what I want, and what I want is your males. And if that’s too much, you can make, find or steal more, and it’ll even out sooner or later.”

“This is your way of life now. The more you resist, the funner it will be.” A mischievous smile is painted across her face, her teeth almost glowing.

“So the next time, one of us knock on your doors, you open up; we’re your lovers. If you don’t and try to stop us, we will knock it down. Understand?” She asks us. We stay silent.

“What? No answer?” She mocks, shaking her head. 

“You didn’t really think you’d all get through this without going unpunished did
you?~” She asks, putting her club down and cracking her small knuckles.

“I don’t want to break you people. I want to make that clear from the get-go,” she continues, walking up to the sergeant at arms.

“I want you to please us,” she says “and you can’t really do that if you’re a mindbroke cumpump for me, now can you?” A round of laughter is heard. The hobgoblin basks in the glow. She then raises her hand, and almost immediately, the laughing stops.

“I’m not making a family. But you upset my girls. A whole damn lot of them, more than I’m comfortable with! And for that, you’re gonna  pay.” 

“And now. I’m gonna rape the holy hell out of one of you.” 

The words stung. You were married. You don’t want to be unfaithful to your loving dragon wife! She wouldn’t be unfaithful to you. You feel as if you have no control over your own life anymore. You wonder what you did to deserve this. 

“All this,” she proclaims, pacing back and forth “all this just to pick out which one of you gets the honor!~” She stops at the note on the ground in front of the son of the captain. She leans down and picks it up, dusting it off on her leg as she comes up. 

“YOU got one of our loveletters.” the chesty goblin claims, walking up to the teenager. “you got alot of our letters.” She notes, staring into the defiant eyes of the person kneeling in front of her.

“Aww, kid. Atleast smile a little!~” Her smile fades as she realizes that the kid won’t crack. With a humf, she stands back up and begins pacing back.

“Look at this one…” She comments, standing right in front of you, undressing you with her eyes. 

“You look scrumptious!~ I should just claim you right now–“

She is cut off, as your wife has had enough. She claws forward, lunging at the short girl. You can’t quite catch what she is saying, she’s just had enough. She tries to come to defend what is hers, but is caught and held down the ushi-oni

“Don’t you do it. Don’t you do it, I swear I’ll–” is all the dragon can get out before she is crushed down by the giant spider, preventing her from talking. Let alone breathing.

The hobgoblin looks to you with a shit eating grin, and then back to the dragon being pinned down. She begins twirling her red hair in silent contemplation before finally breaking the silence.

“Nope. Put her back in line.”  

The image of a hobgoblin being able to command a ushi oni wrestle a dragon – let alone your wife –  is gutwrenching. This must be one twisted monster, you think to yourself.  The oni obliges, and drags the dragon back to her place. The look of defeat and terror in your wifes eyes is enough for you to start tearing up. Looking up, you see the hobgoblins smile has grown to proportions unimagined. She is getting off on this.

“Listen up. Don’t aaaany of you try that again. I will shut such nonsense down, no exception!” She rebukes, doing a sweep with her club as emphasis. 

“First one’s free, I get it. It’s an emotional moment.” She giggles.

Casually strolling back the leader of the group, she just stands and stares at him for a time. Studying him, it seems like. 

“Sucks, doesn’t it? The moment you find out you are powerless to such monsters. It’s an epiphany you all will have soon enough though.” She talks down to him as if he were a child that disobeyed a parent. 

The chesty vagabond just shakes her head and begins pacing in front of us all. Again. The pacing itself is nerve-wracking. You fear at any moment she’ll start and tackle someone, having her way with them right then and there. It’s a roulette you don’t want to win. But she seems methodical. Almost if this is one of the most important decisions of her life. She stops in front of the son again. She looks at him. Then back at the captain, and back at him. You almost see the gears begin to grind in her head.

“Wait…This is you kid. This is definitely your kid!” She squeals. Almost excited at such a revelation. 

“Just stop!” the captain snaps.

“Hey! Don’t make me mind-break the little delinquent. Don’t make my choice easy!~ I gotta pick somebody. Everybody’s at the table waiting for me to order.” she says, beginning that damnable pacing. 

She begins idly whistling. As if she were trying to make up her mind. She stops dead center and begins to stare at you. The gears begin to turn again, it looks like. She smiles sweetly .

“I got an idea!” She exclaims, giddily. She walks up to person to your left, and points her club at him.

“Eenie.” Oh no.





“A jinko.”

“By her toe.”

She pauses, taking in the atmosphere looking at you, and then back at the others. She’s calculated this. She knows exactly what she’s doing.


“She hollers.”

“Let her go.”

“My mother.”

“Told me.”

“To pick.”

“The very best.”






The club is inches from your face. Your nerves are shot, and you begin to shake. She tosses her club behind her, not requiring it for the coming act. You shoot a desperate glance at your wife, only to be met with her horrified and panicked visage. She is surrounded, obviously the bandits expect her to try something. A tall oni steps in front of her, and cuts your view from her. You look back to see the hobgoblin undressing. Her boobs pop out of her scanty top easily enough. Her short, powerful leg darts out, and kicks you right in the chest. Your back hits the ground, and the air is knocked from your lungs. You feel your pants literally being ripped off, and the cool night air is felt on your genitals. You’re exposed. A hand suddenly starts to massage your huevos, and you almost immediately get erect.

“Anyone moves, tries anything, take the kid to the center and rape in front of his father, and THEN we’ll start!~” You barely catch the words as your mind is spiraling.

“You can breathe,” she says, climbing up on top of you “you can blink,” she says, positioning herself above your erect penis “you cant want. Hell, you’re all going to be doing that!~” she finishes as she thrusts down onto your waiting member.

you can’t help but recognize how amazingly tight this hobgoblin is. And she reads that all over your face. Her pace quickens, and the worlds ebs away from you. All you can focus on is the immense pleasure you’re recieving. You want more. You grab her hips, and start forcing her down faster and faster.

“Look at that! Taking it like a champ!” she squeals, bouncing off of you gleefully. 

You can’t help but want more and more and more and more. The sounds of others screaming doesn’t phase you, all you want is more of this monsters lust. You lose count of the number of times you have coated her womb in your needy seed, but it is not near enough.

It will never be enough. 


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3 thoughts on “Something to Fear

  1. I’m guessing you purposefully wrote it for the feelz, since it broke my heart.

    While I’m not sensitive to hearing the word ‘rape’, this almost made me cry. Rape with a happy, loving ending should probably be made cum-pulsory. Forcing a husband or wife in a happy relationship to be unfaithful by some sex-crazed bandits is among the top five worst things which could happen to anyone.

  2. Wow, when I saw the tag of Negan on here I was wondering if Negan found his way into the Monster girls universe…

    But after reading this was … Damn all I can say is that Negan would be proud of the Monster girl in question playing his role,

    Still, loved reading it.

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