Be Careful What You Bet

Be Careful What You Bet

Tags: Monsterboi, Monsterfuta, Catfolk, Futa/Male, Mpreg, Impregnation (Male), Cumflation (Mild)
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Within Kreitos, the tavern colorfully known as the Whore's Cunt was not the most reputable of places. In fact, you'd have to go pretty far to find more of a disreputable place, according to most decent people. But, that was part of the reason its clientele liked it; a name like that turned away the wrong crowd.

Because every major settlement needed a tavern like the Whore's Cunt. A drinking pit and den of vice catering to the most disreputable members of society: adventurers, androgyns, monsters and half-breeds. After all, non-humans couldn't be allowed to think of themselves as /people/, and even if their own adventurers served a vital social role, well, so did the people who cleaned the shit out of the streets, and you wouldn't want to be seen drinking with *them*.

Admittedly, most cities weren't quite this racist; Kreitos was just home to a particularly high concentration of assholes. But, none of this concerned the nekojin named Nyktan, who currently had more pressing matters.

Namely: did he want another drink?

The nekojin sighed, cat-like tail flicking as he took in the motely crew of rejects, misfits and underdogs crowding into the dimly lit room. At one table, a barely-dressed and buxom bunnygirl whose loincloth utterly failed to hide her engorged testes sat and chatted with a sweet-faced human femmeboi. Over in a corner, a second human femmeboi in the iconic sorcerer's outfit cuddled with two *very* pregnant-looking goblin brothers. Another of his own people was leaning against the table of a voluptuous minotaur matriarch, whose smirk suggested she was not entirely disinterested in his efforts at flirting. Especially given the way she allowed him to start stroking her own prodigious bullcock.

"Hey, cutie; chip for your thoughts?"

Nyktan's ears perked up and he swiveled around in his seat, coming face to face with the person who'd spoken... well, to be more precise, face to breast. The first thing to meet his eyes was a stunningly huge set of boobs - okay, not as big as the minotaur's, obviously, but they were, like, the size of his head. Blinking, he looked up to meet the smiling face of... huh, what were the odds? A nekomimi - a human woman whose ancestry included nekojin, as evidenced by the feline ears atop her head and the cat's tail playfully swishing behind her.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, ignoring Nyktan's silence.

"Oh, no, go ahead," he blurted, still a little titty-struck. He tried to act like he wasn't blatantly ogling her as she took the empty seat next to him. She was gorgeous - beautiful milk-white skin and the most exotic red-gold hair and fur he'd ever seen, with stunning leaf-green eyes. And it had been a long time since his last playmate...

"So, what brings a girl like you to a place like this?" he asked, a sensual hint of purr in his words as he did.

"Oh, a little of this, and a little of that. Tonight, I was hoping for a bit of good company and a couple of nice, stiff drinks. Interested?" she grinned back.

Nyktan perked right up at the implications. "Of course; but can I at least know who I'm drinking with?"

"Call me Milah," she said, taking some ceramic coins from her purse and dropping them onto the counter, the clatter drawing the hobgoblin bartender over.

"I'm Nyktan," he replied, quickly adding his own coins to the counter.

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Some indeterminable amount of time later, Nyktan was enjoying himself. Nursing what was left of his latest mug, the feline monster grinned hugely; the two catfolk had been joking, teasing and flirting since  their drinks arrived, and as his tail sensuously caressed his drinking partner's, he felt confident that tonight was going to be his lucky night.

"And that's when the guards burst in to find their 'virgin princess' has the big bad dragon tied up and moaning like a whore as she fucks him with the biggest damn cock any of them have ever seen!" he chirped.

Milah burst out laughing. "That's a good one! I bet he never lived that down!"

"Not as long as his daughter is still crown princess, anyway," Nyktan quipped back, eliciting a fresh outburst of laughter from his drinking partner.

When she finally regained control of herself, Milah sighed happily, and took a swift gulp from her mug before speaking. "You know... you're a pretty fun guy, Nyktan."

"You say the nicest things," he purred.

"Well, how do you feel about getting out of here for having a little more fun," she suggested, her tail coyly stroking against his own.

A most pleasant tingle raced down the nekojin's spine and he grinned broadly. "I might just be up for that..."

"Good. But, here's the thing; I still have all these coins, and it'd be a shame to leave without getting my money's worth. So, what about a little wager? I buy us one stein of Skullwhomper, and we see who can finish theirs off first. If you win, you get to fuck me. And if I win..." here she leaned closer, giving him an excellent view down her impressive cleavage, "//I// get to fuck *you*," she purred.

Ordinarily, as a worldly member of the races of Parthenos, that statement would have set off alarm bells in Nyktan's mind. But, he had imbibed considerable alcohol already, and so all he heard was that this was to be a win-win situation.

"Deal!"

Milah smiled hungrily and turned to the bartender. Ceramic coins clinked over the counter as the hobgoblin silently filled two steins and placed them before the catboi and catgirl.

Each wrapped their hand around their respective handle, lifting them from the counter before Milah spoke. "Ready...? Go!"

Nyktan thrust the rim of the mug to his mouth and took his first swallow - gods, that was strong! Harsh liquor burned down his gullet and he nearly gagged on the first mouthful, but pride demanded he try his hardest. He gulped and slurped, struggling with each mouthful, already feeling his head start to reel as the potent alcohol roared down his throat. He drank and drank, lungs burning until finally he couldn't drink anymore.

He pulled the stein from his lips, gasping for breath. He desperately raised it back to his mouth - but too late, as Milah triumphantly slammed her own empty mug back onto the counter.

"Finished! I - *burp!* - guess that means I win, cutie," the nekomimi grinned.

Nyktan nodded, then took a final pull from his mug, finishing off the last few mouthfuls. Standing back up, he swayed as the booze momentarily rushed to his head, shaking it softly in an attempt to snap back to his senses. "So, milady; where too now?" he asked, offering his hand to Milah.

She ignored it, standing up confidently on her own before looping her arm with his, pulling him closer. "Just follow me, sweet thing..."

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And that was how Nyktan found himself languidly idling on an unfamiliar bed, stripped naked and smiling to himself as Milah "freshened up" in the next room. The alcohol had wrapped him in its comforting embrace, giving everything a soft, fuzzy feeling, but not to the extent of impeding his abilities - as shown by the sizable erection jutting between his loins.

"Alright, lover-boi; are you ready for this?"

The nekojin blinked, having drifted off for the moment, smiling as the now-nude Milah sensuously stalked towards him. Her magnificent bosom jiggled and swayed with each motion, the rolling of her hips highlighting her incredible curves... and one other thing.

The nekomimi was no mere female. Thrusting proudly from her loins was a dripping cock, half-again the size of Nyktan's own, with testes the size of goose-eggs bouncing freely underneath.

Milah smirked as Nyktan stared at her dick. "What's wrong, cutie? Not thinking of breaking our deal, are you?"

"I'm just wondering how you managed to hide that monster," Nyktan replied bluntly; he tended to get rather mouthy when he was boozed up.

"Years of practice," she quipped, sidling to the bed.  She reached out and caressed one of the nekojin's thighs, fingers stroking the downy, barely-there fur and the soft skin underneath. "You're really not going to try and run way?" she asked, suspicion coloring her words.

"Are you going to try and split me in half?" Nyktan replied, drunkenness soothing his nerves.

"No!" she spat, ears flat against her skull and tail bristling to double her size.

"Then come here, beautiful; let me make it good for you," he purred.

Milah needed no further encouragement; she clambered up onto the bed, scrambling over the nekojin and impromptly pinning him under her. Her enormous breasts swayed hypnotically over his face for a moment, but she pinned his wrists to the bed, diving in for a passionate kiss.

Nyktan welcomed her, submitting to the nekomimi's authoritative tongue as it plunged into his mouth. Inhumanly flexible, both organs danced and swirled, coiling and tangling together. They murmured and mewled, muffled noises of passion as they writhed atop the bedding. Only when the nekomimi felt she had proved her dominance did she break the kiss, a single streamer of spittle linking their lips for the moment before a darting tongue snapped it.

Milah rose up over Nyktan, finally releasing his hands in the process. She watched his gaze as it fixated on her breasts and smirked. "If you like them, cutie, then go ahead," she announced.

Without the slightest hesitation, Nyktan reached up and grabbed the tantalizing beauties bouncing before him. Round and full, they were just the right mixture of firm and soft under his fingers, so big that he could barely hope to encompass one breast with both hands, never mind one to to one.

As her bedmate amused himself - not that she was complaining, ooh no - Milah shifted from her position between Nyktan's legs. Cupping the small but surprisingly luscious butt in one hand, she lifted him partially up, aiding the nekomimi in aligning her cock-tip with his ass. She slid it forward just a little, enough to tentatively nudge against the nekojin's asshole.

Nyktan moaned eagerly, grinding back against the tantalizing touch of flesh against his most sensitive orifice. Milah's ears perked up, a hungry smile growing on her lips at his enthusiasm. Emboldened, she pushed forward.

On a human, she would have met considerable resistance, trying to just slide home without lubricant. With this monstrous bedmate, however, ordinary biological concerns were out the window. Flushed from his rousal, Nyktan's tailhole practically gushed with thick, slippery fluids, a lubricating substance not dissimilar to Milah's own pussy-juices.

With this boipussy goo to guide her path, she slid home, inch after inch disappearing under Nyktan's tail with an ease that saw Milah surprised. When she found her hips bumping into her boytoy's thighs, she was dumbfounded, especially as Nyktan groaned deep, low and seemingly very satisfied with this course of events.

Rallying herself, Milah drew back again, lewd wet slurping filling the bedroom as she drew back until only her cocktip remained inside of her playmate. Nyktan mewled in dismay, asshole clenching down with all its might in one of the most delicious sensations Milah had ever felt. Without preamble, she slid back home again, a single strong thrust that ended in a meaty smack, the nekojin's stomach visibly bulging at the sudden injection of so much dick-meat.

Nyktan mewled, a wordless sound of pure bliss, fingers latching onto Milah's nipples, tweaking and twirling with deft touches that had the nekomimi squealing in equal parts shock and pleasure.

Both bodies hung there for a moment, locked togther in mutual pleasure, and then matching hungry grins spread across both their faces.

The bedroom echoed to the sound of slapping flesh and soft, delicate grunts, eerily feline mewls and all-too-human whispers.

Nyktan locked onto Milah's breast with his mouth, suckling like the proverbial babe at the teat, employing near-prehensile tongue and carefully wielded teeth to tantalize and torment his lover. With a fervor that very few human men, save the androgyns, could match, his anal walls clamped and rippled, fluttering and stroking, squeezing down on the neko-futa's cock in a determined effort to milk her of her seed.

Milah thrust and pumped, rhthymically pounding her bedmate's ass, one hand hauling on his hips for better leverage, the other wrapped around his cock. As best she could in her distracted state, she pumped and tweaked, fingers coated in bubbling precum and audibly slicking it across his shaft as she tried to coax him to cum first.

It was a close-fought battle of the sexing, but, in the end, Milah managed to just squeak out a win. The lithe kittyboi under her roared like a tiger as his seed sprayed into the air, speckling the nekomimi's breasts and stomach with nekojin spunk. The scent of liquid lust flooded her nose, triggering the deepest of primal urges, and with her own shout of ecstasy, she erupted inside of Nyktan's ass.

The futa's cock bulged obscenely with the sheer volume of her first shot of semen, a tidal wave of cum pouring into the fertile depths of the nekojin' His belly bulged and began to grow with each gush and spurt. Like a dust-hued melon it swelled, rising like a loaf of bread from a humble, barely noticeable lump to a thick, solid potbelly.

By the time Milah finally finished, a ragged gasp signalling the end of her mind-melting orgasm, Nyktan was as swollen as a snake that had swallowed a mouse. His belly bulged like an expectant mother's entering her final term, and the nekomimi instinctively twisted to avoid landing on it as she slumped bonelessly to the bedding beside him.

Drunk, tired, and happily exhausted, the two felines curled up together. Arms wrapping loosely around each other, the two dreamily snuggled in close, nuzzled each other absently, and promptly fell asleep.

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The next morning, Milah woke with a yawn and a soft smile. Smacking her lips, she purred in satisfaction; even through the liquor haze clouding her mind, last night had been really something special. A pity that cute nekojin was probably long gone by now...

Which left her rather dumbfounded when rolling over brought her nose to nose with last night's bedmate. "You're still here?!" she blurted.

"Should I not be?" Nyktan dryly quipped back.

"Wha? No! I mean - it's not that I mind, but, most of the guys I bring home don't exactly want to stick around in case I feel like round two," she confessed.

"What sort of men have you been dating? Humans?" Nyktan scoffed. "No, I have no intention of going anywhere at the moment," he said, smirking smugly. Then he poked his bulging midriff with one finger. "Not that I'm sure I can go anywhere... you're not pure nekomimi, are you?"

"Hybrid," Milah confessed. "My mother was a nekojin, my father was half-minotaur. I got a few things from grandma's side of the family," she explained, first stroking a lock of her red-gold hair, then tapping one duck egg-sized testicle, then finally smirking and groping her enormous breasts.

"I see. Well, I'm certanily not complaining," Nyktan replied, wriggling so that his belly sloshed. Then he frowned thoughtfully. "Just one thing... who came first?"

"Huh? Why does that matter?"

"If I came first, and you came inside of me, then things could get... complicated," Nyktan explained, staring with some trepidition at his cum-crammed belly.

"Hmm..." Milah wracked her brains, honestly trying as best she could to recall. She just remembered getting off harder than she had in her life, and a lot of sticky spunk flying around. Finally, she replied, "Yeah, I popped first, don't worry about it."

"You're sure?" Nyktan asked cautiously.

"Trust me, I've got a memory like a steel trap! I'm certain that I came first," she assured him, grinning broadly.

"Well... okay," Nyktan replied. "So... would it be possible to share some breakfast?"

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7 months later...
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"Memory like a steel trap, she says. Trust me, she says. Lying dame..." Nyktan grumbled to himself, wriggling a little in an effort to get more comfortable upon the couch he was laying upon.

The cause for his discomfort? The massive, kitten-filled belly currently taking up what he felt was an unfairly huge portion of the couch. If he stretched out as far as he could, it was just possible for him to rub the distant peak of his popped-out navel, an overly sensitive nub of flesh that he tended to leave alone. He was too pregnant to jerk himself off, after all.

"Were you saying something, my little mountain?" Milah purred. Leaning over the side of the couch, she cupped her boifriend's chin and kissed him sweetly, playfully but assertively thrusting her tongue into his mouth before she let him speak again.

"Nothing serious, just blowing off a little steam," the nekojin confessed.

"The kittens giving you trouble, hmm?" Milah asked, tenderly laying a hand on his swollen stomach.

Nyktan purred as she caressed sensitive skin, rubbing gentle circles across the expanse. "More just tired of being fat, bloated and ugly..."

"How many times do I have to tell you? You're not fat!" Milah said, with only partially feigned affront. "And you're certainly not ugly! In fact..."

Nyktan yowled in shock as she hopped around in front of him and then scooped him out of his seat, the bull-blooded nekomimi grunting with the effort of slinging him into a bridal carry.

Continuing without a care, Milah concluded, "I think you look even sexier like this. Come on, let me prove it to you..."