monsterfucker remix 1

whoop ok so i’ve been thinking about sort of an alternate version of the “archer becomes a monster wife” au where general mato is the one who goes missing.

it’s a different universe than fuyuki, but where there were similar circumstances that led to shirou becoming archer and shinji becoming general mato. while he’s doing his whole Trying To Catch Up To Archer thing he’s taking assignments from their association on his own and trying to build up his strength and stamina as a fighter and magus in his own right. his aspirations don’t have much to do with becoming a hero as they are in challenging himself to become as powerful as he can to prove himself to archer, who has always had apprehensions about shinji having become a part of this dangerous kind of lifestyle. he never meant to be condescending to him, but shinji always had a way of taking things personally.

his assignment is a moderate level monster that seems to be slowly encroaching on a nearby village and has already eaten several residents who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. because of his skill set general mato is pretty adept at what he calls “pest control” — what he doesn’t know until it’s much too late is that this particular monster is brimming with a corrupted magical energy very similar to his own. without that element of surprise he’s quickly overwhelmed. his attacks do zero damage. the corrupted magic this monster is infused with is much stronger than his own and he’s easily stunned by it. general mato is wrapped up in wet, sloppy tentacles and dragged under water. when he wakes up again he’s in a cave; dark and dripping. with his limbs heavy and clumsy from the previous clash of corrupted energy, general mato can’t do more than tip over onto his side and hiss curses through gritted teeth. even if he could move properly where could he go? general mato was usually confident in his abilities, but he quickly recognizes the danger.

he’ll never see the monster’s face, but he feels the humid heat rising from the slimy tentacles that wrap around his body and underneath his uniform, pulsing and constricting. general mato could swear one of the tentacles was caressing his face; cradling it as he grimaces in disgust before it violently shoves itself into his open mouth and pushes much, much too far down his throat. he gags over and over; eyes watering and saliva dripping from the sides of his mouth. his body wants to thrash, but he’s wrapped up tight in thick, wet muscle. a sticky, thick substance splashes down his throat leaving a warm and almost burning sensation all the way into the pit of his stomach. gradually that warmth melts into a strong energy that travels through every part of his nervous system. general mato’s thoughts are racing, but there’s nothing he can do. this was supposed to have been easy for him. no one will ever find him in time if this monster plans to devour him.

however, general mato wouldn’t be eaten. rather, the unspoken potential that lies within his corrupted magic will be utilized. for the first time in his life, general mato was a perfect fit for a task. it’s just unfortunate said task is a lot of forced breeding.

tentacles waste no time becoming hot to the touch again, the viscous membrane that coats them steaming; disintegrating the fabric of his uniform. there’s hardly a sound coming from his mouth as he tries in vain to move, held in place by tentacles around his torso and down his throat. it’s getting harder to breathe and it isn’t long before general mato loses consciousness.

when he wakes up again his clothes have been burned off completely. red marks litter his body, his metal buttons and decor becoming hot enough to mark lasting impressions on his skin. tentacles probe him below the belt without hesitance and before he can truly grasp what’s happening, his body is thrusted upward when one of the tentacles roughly enters his body. his mouth having been freed from intrusion since he’d passed out, general mato gives a sharp yelp of dismay, followed by incoherent begging as he feels the slick stretch of more tentacles inviting themselves into his body. he would almost feel dissociated from his physical if he didn’t have to stretch painfully to accommodate the additional appendages. with his sharp teeth gritted, a whine of despair escapes from behind them. he can feel each of them making a mess of his insides, stretching him beyond repair and stirring him up, and even though his organs were going through unimaginable abuse, the continuous pressure on his prostate and static numbness in his limbs made him all too aware of the blood rushing directly to his dick.

general mato can see perfect outlines of thick tentacles rummaging through his midsection, and the continuous burning in the pit of his stomach intensifies until he feels he may pass out again. he’s stuffed with thick, slimy tentacles and as he tries to writhe his way from their grip, it only makes him slide further down, pushing them up inside him until he feels completely skewered. there was no way a body could handle this, general mato can’t help but think. the tentacles pulse inside him and his entire lower half throbs in agony while his dick defiantly stands at attention and brushes against his his hot skin whenever he leans forward to gasp for breath.

general mato sobs as cum splatters over his stomach and he slumps lifelessly into the grip of the unrelenting tentacles. over and over the limits of his capacity are tested and he’s certain this part of him will be ruined forever. he barely notices the base of the biggest tentacle swell; his ass nearly numb from the constant abuse.

what he does feel, however, is the very specific and upsetting sensation of some sort of object traveling through his guts and sinking into the pit of a place he could swear didn’t exist within him until this moment.

what the fuck is that.

it happens again and again as general mato looks on morosely while tears spill down his face. the more pressure that builds with each egg firmly deposited inside him, the more general mato trembles and gasps, trying to ignore the humiliation of his already half-hard-again dick. every time he thinks he can’t hold anymore; that there’s no way his insides could stretch this far, he’s disproven. the more eggs that fill up every last bit of space within him, the more general mato’s posture begins to bow under the weight of gravity and his hips grind down onto the tentacles buried inside him in pitiful attempt to escape. the appendages are too slippery and he’s been stretched much too loose for something like that. to add insult to injury general mato is suddenly greeted by a stream of what he can only imagine is hot cum that fills every crack in his tightly packed abdomen and only increases his unthinkable level of discomfort. a wet sob breaks out of his throat as all of the tentacles retreat from him at once, leaving a sopping wet gush of their fluids to coat his thighs. they waste zero time admiring their handiwork by sliding over his uncomfortably full stomach and wrapping around his sad, twitching dick. in a matter of seconds general mato cries again and cums onto himself. it’s somehow even more shameful than the first time.

his guts packed full and tight he looks down at himself with a morbid sense of both disgust and curiosity. what the fuck was actually inside of him, and why was he the one to receive them? his lower legs are overcome with a deep, stinging numbness are unusable as several of the tentacles slowly unwrap themselves from around his body. his arms and shoulders feel like lead. the only parts of his body that general mato can truly feel are his heavy stomach and his pitiful gaping hole, still sloppy and leaking fluid. his body felt ruined and general mato knew he was never going to be able to escape the feeling of such extreme violation.

without the strength to hold himself up, he curls up on his side, breathing hard while he tries to adjust to his overly full insides pressing his vital organs high and tight. tear tracks still streak his face as he hiccups tiny sobs with a dry, raspy throat, a smaller tentacle than the others slides over to touch his face not unlike the other from before, gently prodding and sucking at general mato’s tongue until its resistance falls slack and it can travel to the start of his throat to release a sticky, sweet substance.

being incapacitated, general mato wasn’t going to fight it. he mindlessly begins to suck on it in return, coaxing out whatever eldritch flavored electrolytes it was storing in this one. maybe it would help the severe dehydration he felt settling in. the substance made him light-headed, but he could hardly bring himself to care. it’s the least unpleasant thing that’s happened to him today. his eyes grow heavy as the small tentacle retreats, only to weakly jerk his body in alarm as the now regrouped larger tentacles join him again. general mato’s fear is palpable even if his brain and body are moving slowly, but the tentacles aren’t there to bring any additional harm. not yet, anyway. they curl around his body and hold him in a way that general mato would hesitate to call comfortable, but it does take some of the pressure off. either way, his limbs are much too slack to resist and he can’t help but drift off in the monster’s hold, trying not to think of the slimy sensation against his skin.

when general mato wakes up again he’s greeted by soreness and aching like he’s never experienced before. still in the grip of several large tentacles, he squirms pathetically as memories of what happened before attack his thoughts. the tentacles move and adjust, cradling his body in a way that makes him feel like a child. general mato certainly doesn’t want to feel coddled by some eldritch freakshow, but his body still isn’t able to move much on its own. his breathing is in short, stilted gasps as he becomes conscious of his tightly packed insides again, causing wet tentacles to take notice slide over taut skin in a way that makes general mato cringe.

it feels good. viscous slime smearing against his skin, acting as a cooling agent of some sort that helps his body ease back into some disconnected sort of relaxation. while shinji matou had always been prone to anxiety, general mato had been through enough to turn those feelings into practical, strategical thinking. the only thing wrong with that is there is truly nothing he can think to do to remove himself from this situation. until he can get a better idea of where he is he understands that he’s very much stuck. his body is too much of a disaster to get very far as it is now. as long as he can keep himself alert and sharp witted he can continue to try to search for a way out from his current vantage point, if he could even really think of it as such.

eventually general mato doesn’t know how long he’s spent down here in this humid cave. there’s no concept of time found in a place that blocks a circadian rhythm and he finds that he simply tries to sleep whenever he can, because there’s no telling when he’ll find the comfort to do it again.

it was a few days into his first clutch that he had realized he’d been filled with eggs — being more cognizant forced him to feel them rubbing against one another inside him and he was instantly filled with a sort of disgust he’d yet to experience. from there they continued to warp his body, taking him farther from a person he could recognize each time.

he has trouble remembering properly, but he thinks this might be around his sixth or seventh clutch. aside from the muted horror he experiences from time to time, general mato only really has the energy to feel comfort vs discomfort. the lines between the two have begun to blur as his body is continuously pushed to its limits, however, and he doesn’t like that one bit. he is constantly in the grasp of one or more tentacles and they tend to do with him as they please. after enough training, general mato’s body reacts as intended without any resistance and that seems to keep the monster happy. there are no words spoken, but he can feel a sickening sort of adoration from it every time he lays a clutch. the excitement hangs heavy in the air just long enough for it to fuck another clutch right back into him. sometimes he thinks about how it would feel to let his mind go, but his stubbornness won’t let him. there’s a little bit of regret in that, truly.


tl;dr because both the monster and general mato have similar forms of corrupted magic, he’s the ideal choice for an incubator because he A) wont die as quickly and B) the brood will be stronger because it’s getting the Right kind of mana from both sources. because they drain him so much general mato is exhausted and not super cognizant, but he’s working hard in his own mind to remember himself and his goals. it’s very ??? whether or not this mission was a set up in any way, but it’s very unfortunate either way. he’s tangled up in tentacles and being used as a monster baby factory for quite a long time 8)