Quest For Cum (Futa/Futa, Monster Futanari, Growth, TF, Human to Non-Human)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

New ongoing coming your way, this time featuring all sorts of Monster Futanari for our protagonist to bone.

Mina is futa in a world inhabited by Monster Futanari. She's dealt with all the prejudice that came with her unique body and is living happily enough with her family. That is, until a duke charms her. Now she needs to rid herself of her penis, but for that she must go on a quest; a quest for cum.

Poachers were the worst. Humans were a pain, though most steered clear of the farm, but animals didn’t have that courtesy. They came at all hours, drawn by the scent of livestock, and dug holes under the fences. Mina volunteered to deal with them at every chance. The villagers treatment of her led to frustration, released by tackling a stray wolf or fox. Wolves gave the best fight, often getting her covered in scratches and mud. Which made for the perfect excuse to have a bath.

She sighed and descended into the hot water. Suds bubbled around her, a soft flowery aroma steamed up the room, while the heat washed over her muscles and soothed her minor wounds. After years of dealing with animals, she had refined her technique to a fine art, quick and precise. Mina let her mind and body drift, a hand coming to between her thighs where it cradled her shaft.

No one understood why she was born with it. Her family were kind and courteous people, undeserving of any curse, yet Mina possessed a penis and vagina. By itself, she’d have been teased and sneered at, but Monsters existed. Though she’d never met one, all the knowledge made clear that her body and theirs were too similar. She’d tried hiding it, but accidents were bound to happen and rumours spread. For that reason, rocks and fists flew her way. She’d come home bloodied.

Some intervened. They made the point that she looked more human than monster, but that didn’t stop the violence, just stifled it. Then it went too far. Whips were involved, knives flashed and her life endangered. Was it anger, fear or both that caused her to fight back?

Caked in blood, surrounded by crippled boys and girls, and tasting it on her tongue… Mina pushed those memories down; they were better left to the void. She didn’t go back to the village for years. When she returned late into her teens, no one recognised her, even those that did struggled not to leer at her grown body. Men gawked at her chest and the women gossiped about the rumours of her penis.

Mina, however, lusted for them all. A groan escaped her throat as her cock hardened, thoughts of that tailor girl compelling it to rise above the water. She’d wanted to know the girl’s name, talk with her, but her father wouldn’t allow it. ‘Too dangerous’ he claimed. And so, Mina admired people from a distance. Fortunately, her dick was simple to satisfy.

The tailor was renowned for her large bust, a match for Mina’s own. She licked her lips and squeezed her own breast, imagining the girl’s instead. Were they soft like hers? Or firmer? Sensitive flesh moulded to her hand, while the left - her dominant hand - stroked her shaft. Hers was the only human cock she knew, but comparing it to the horses they had, it seemed small. Big enough to wrap both her hands around with some to spare.

It was enough, though. Mina delved into her fantasy, luxuriating in what her mother called ‘sinful urges’, such as the want to kiss the tailor. Not just on the lips, but everywhere. She wanted to taste that girl’s whole body. Her neck, her chest, her hips, her thighs and the treasure between her legs. At the thought, she abandoned her breast and reached under her plump balls.

Velvet lips met her touch, moist with their own juices and the water. Mina slowed her strokes, basking in the journey to her sensitive, purple crown, while her fingers circled below. She squeezed her arms around her breasts, rubbing at her engorged nipples. Soft moans spilled from her lips. Her heartbeat through her cock, the veins thick and juicy much like the rest of her.

Each pulsed hastened her actions. Mina glanced to the window; the sun was rising. Not enough time to luxuriate, but she’d still satisfy her urges. Closing her eyes again, Mina summoned the fantasy back and sped up. In her mind, the tailor was there between her legs, her mouth responsible for the hot wetness on her prick, while her hands took over for Mina’s. The only thing she couldn’t imagine were the sensations.

What was it like to be in someone’s mouth? The idea was deliciously lurid, another sinful lust she’d never confess to, yet she doubted she’d know. Even the tailor’s were a mystery, one she’d never unravel either. She’d never risk someone discovering her cock again. For now, however, this pleasure sufficed.

Faster. Sounds of her parents moving about breached her pleasure. Harder. She drowned out those noises with the splashing of water, her fist racing across her shaft, while she fingered her p

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