"They're out there," Roland Gawaine said to himself, peering out the window of his second-floor hallway, from which he could see over the tall hedge that surrounded his house - except for what might be lurking directly behind it. All seemed still, which was good. It looked normal, if a bit antique - classic brickwork, classic eaves, garden, windows - his house had actually been in his family for over three-hundred years. His noble lineage had fled west, just ahead of the mamono who were destined to seek them out, and they'd brought the old methods of construction with them.
Yes, through the wrought-iron gate, people on the street could see only a normal two story domicile. But it was much more than that, shrouded by hedges and fences that obscured the secret - that Roland's home was technically a castle, just as he was technically Sir Roland - descended directly from the dragon-slaying knights of old, in some convoluted way… and destined even in the modern age to be in conflict with the mamono - monster girls - who on pure instinct would relentlessly pursue and capture his kind during their mating season.
Mating season was about to start. And that made Roland nervous with anticipation. He knew the role he had to play… but this was the first time he, and not his father, would be the one playing it. He felt unsuited to the task - fresh out of high school, unremarkable, brown-haired and glasses-wearing. Certainly no one's idea of a vanquishing knight. And such was his preoccupation with that burden that Roland didn't even notice as his father walked by with a suitcase in hand.
"Remember, son," Georg Gawaine said, offering a reassuring pat to Roland's shoulder. "There's nothing to be worried about if you stick to the old ways. We've been neutralizing mamono for thousands of years. And I'll only be gone for three or four days." He put a hand to his chin. "Maybe they won't even attack"
Roland looked at his father doubtfully. Georg Gawaine was also descended from noble knights of old, though one wouldn't know it to look at him. He was mustachioed, shorter than his boy by perhaps a foot, and shaped like a potato. Despite this - and gradually growing too fat for his armor - he had defended their house against monster girl attacks for as long as Roland could remember. All this in addition to being a vending machine salesman… which was the reason he was leaving town for an important sales conference.
"You'll do fine," George went on. "Got your armor?"
Roland pulled down the neck of his hoodie to show off the chainmail beneath.
"Good. Are all the traps in working order?"
"Yes. I tested them yesterday."
"Good." His father looked at him intently. "You didn't wash your penis and balls, did you?"
Roland groaned at this embarrassing question, turning red in the face. His father, despite the absurd query, was peering at him through spectacles with complete seriousness. "No, dad," he sighed, rolling his eyes.
"That's how you lead them away from the townfolk," the elder Gawaine lectured. "The musk. Mamono can't get enough of it-"
"I know , dad." Roland sounded weary. He didn't want his father to leave - defending the 'castle' alone was worrisome - but he also didn't want to get lectured again for the thousandth time. Since he was a young boy, he'd been told tales of the noble knights, and their descendants, who had defended their virtue from horny monster girls seeking to mate. Theirs was a famous family, and endowed with reproductive traits that were desirable to the girls… a fate that set into motion a timeless rivalry.
"So you haven't washed your dick?" his father was persisting, in his mild-mannered salesman way. "Because if you don't do your job, some other fellow is going to have one heck of an unexpected visitor this weekend-"
Roland threw up his hands. "For the last time, no!" He was irritable because a great task had been placed on his shoulders. The balance between resisting mamono attacks and living in harmony with them was a delicate one - and things had changed very much since the old medieval days, when mamono had stalked Europe and Japan, taking men captive from their families and ravishing them. Back then, knights had been the true defenders against their depredations… though even in olden times, some already suspected that the knights actually kinda liked being captured and forced to breed with monster girls for days on end.
Now, in the modern day, things were different. As firearms and weaponry became more advanced, the tide had turned in favor of the monster hunters, and mamono had been hunted nearly to extinction (some of the variants, such as dragon girls, were actually extinct), leading to, astonishingly, a conservation effort… and the acceptance of mamono into human society. One could go to a bookstore and buy a book from a horned (and flirtatious) succubus, or find that the receptionist at the nearby insurance company was a blossoming, busty alraune.
Yet the old ways had not completely died off with their integration. It was still the way of all mamono to invade the villages of men and mate with them - this was something they couldn't change, no more than a fish could stop swilling. So, in order to live in harmony with monster girls, the ancient orders of knights, who had once shielded the villages from their depredations, carried on their duties into the present day… in a way.
Roland was expected to fight the monster girls in the ways of old - swords, armor, fortresses…
…and lose.
That was the service that he and his order provided. He didn't want to kill the mamono - they were only seeking to reproduce, after all, and they were members of the community in their city. But he also couldn't let them have their way with every human male, or they would very quickly breed out of control - not to mention the many men who would prefer not to get dragged off to a spider girl's cave, webbed up, and sucked and fucked for the next week.
Maintaining this balance - the illusion of resistance, to 'steer' the mamono instincts in the proper direction, was an ancient task that Rolad was sworn to uphold. The boy pondered this as his father descended the stairs and went around to the door that led to the garage. "Be back soon, Roland! Don't worry, you'll do fine." He stepped through, and seconds later, he heard the car - a modest Mazda Miata - putter to a start. It was at least fifteen years old. Back in the olden days, when knights had been revered for fighting monster girls, they had been rich nobles. Now, he was the son of a vending machine salesman, and he himself worked at a convenience store.
Even so, his duty remained. Roland reached out for his large, blunted wooden training sword. It wouldn't be lethal, but a quick clout would surely keep any mamono at bay if she got a bit too enthusiastic. His hand tightened on the hilt and he closed his eyes, listening to his father pull out of the garage.
Alright, Roland, he thought. It's up to you, now. He felt the cold wash of nerves tingle through his body, and then realized he badly had to urinate. So, as the sound of the Mazda grew further away and then dissipated entirely, he saw to that need in the upstairs bathroom.
This is a big part of it , he thought, looking down at his penis dolefully. The family 'gift'. As part of the eternal struggle between human knights and monster girls, it was his cross to bear - a heavy, sweaty cock that hung nearly a sixteen inches in length when flaccid, and seemed to constantly glisten with oil and musk. As soon as he fished it out and took aim, Roland wrinkled his nose at the scent - the heavy smell of maleness and virility that mamono could smell from miles away. Though he washed it diligently every day outside of mating season, it always seemed to gather more sweat and oil, especially when he was nervous. On this way, with the chainmail reinforced pants he had on, his crotch was a sweaty, dripping sauna!
The somewhat unfair part was, his huge penis didn't even really help him with normal human women, stinky and enormous as it was. There were large, bumpy penile papules ringing his glans surface and underside, lending his mushroom tip an unnatural, sea coral texture that was alarming to women (though such papules were totally benign) but, for some reason, these bumps drove monster girls crazy .
Roland pulled his thick foreskin back and saw that despite washing his cock that morning, he'd already accumulated a sludgy ring of oil and sweat beneath that was emitting a strong odor of manliness. All this would be enough to send a human girl running, but not so with mamono. The bumpier and more unnatural-looking the cock, the more they seemed to want to mate with it. He had learned this, and other shoot-me-I'm-too-embarrassed facts, during a long 'birds and the bees' chat with his father when he was thirteen.
"Of course, the birds and bees I have to worry about are garuda girls and wasp girls," he grumbled. His piss stream seemed to waft up with a monster-attracting, territory-marking stench. Mamono weren't the only ones who underwent physical compulsions during their mating season. He, himself, had been impossibly horny as the fateful time approached, a feeling that matched his nervousness in intensity. He was actually friends with a number of monster girls around town, and he knew that they might be some of the ones who were coming for him.
He was pondering this when a beeping alarm went off on the ground floor. Roland rushed to pinch off his spewing, musky piss stream and tuck his cock back into his chainmail (stuff it in, really), looking harried and wide-eyed beneath his tousled brown hair. He descended to the first-floor kitchen - or the command center, as his father called it - grabbing his blunted blade along the way.
Something had just tried to force open the side gate. Roland punched up the remote camera, the flatscreen that hung above the oven, on which he'd often watched the news while eating breakfast before school, could also display all the external cameras. They could be accessed by punching in a secret code on the microwave.
There was nothing on the screen. But something had been there, and jostled the bars hard enough to trip the sensors.
Are they here already? Roland considered the question with alarm. Were they just waiting for dad to leave so they could pounce?
There was no trace on the screen. His hand crept back to the microwave and punched in another code. There was a confirmation beep, and Roland's heart rate quickened anew. There was no going back now.
With a push of the Defrost button, he'd armed every trap on the perimeter of his castle.
"Don't jussssst try to ram your way in, bullhead!" came Karolyn's acerbic voice. "He'll ssssee that coming a mile away!" She was a striking woman with long black hair and smoky mascara that accentuated exotic, purple eyes behind a pair of round spectacles. Her ears - triangular and pointed - poked out to the sides of her head. She wore a golden choker and elaborate neck jewelry that trailed jeweled chains down between her breasts, in the style of desert queens of old.
Her breasts were enormous and barely contained in a fancy bra with gold filigree designs on it; each tit was the size of a man's head and looked ready to burst free at any moment. Yet even these mountainous globes wouldn't be the first thing about Karolyn that drew the eye. No, that honor went to the transformation of her buxom body beneath her shapely, cinnamon-complexioned midsection, her explosive hips, and the soft divot of her navel.
Past a certain point - about where the waistband of a pair of panties might begin to obscure her private parts if worn low on the hip - her humanoid body became that of a large and powerful snake with scales of dazzling emerald! Her body continued in this way all the way down to the ground, and also extended behind her in a graceful and muscular coil that was easily twice the length of a man before it tapered off. Her 'front', or underside, was a pale white color, and rippled with balletic, serpentine muscle as she balanced her beautiful female torso atop it like a cobra ready to strike.
The target of her objections was Muriel, a minotaur-girl who sported the most muscle of the bunch… but was rather lacking in the strategy department. Muriel had a short tomboy haircut that showed off her bovine ears (one of which sported an earring that looked like a livestock tag), and her cute, curved horns. She usually hefted a battle ax, chained to her wrist with a thick manacle… but this has been sent a-clattering when the charging, hoofed girl had head-butted the gate in a fit of enthusiasm… only to discover the flimsy looking barrier was not just wrought-iron but reinforced steel!
"Owwwwwwwwww!" Muriel moaned, rubbing her brown-haired head. She had struck the gate, bounced off, and now lay with her back to the hedge. Her large breasts were barely obscured by large leather straps attached to a harness that looped around her back and over her shoulders; beneath that she had abs for days, showing as many as eight distinct muscled on the way down to the point where, as with Karolyn, her fair-skinned body transformed to something furry and hoofed - including a large pair of hoofs and huge calf muscles that made sure she could charge hard and fast. She also sported a large and swishing bull tail.
Bernice the Wererabbit looked up at the hedge. In her normal life in town, she was a bartender at a goth club, a good fit for her red-eyed black bunny form, and the striking black suspenders that she wore, the straps of which were the only thing covering her large, pale breasts. The suspenders didn't attach to pants, but rather garter belts that looped around her absolutely massive, fur-covered bunny thighs. Like others of her kind, she also had a large puffy tail and lapine feet, which when combined with her powerful haunches made leaping a breeze. "Maybe I could hop over it!" she said. Her large ears sprouted above the bangs of her wild and textured raven-black bob. She munched it as she measured the distance.
"Well, anythingssss better than jussst running into it!" Karolyn groused, arms crossed over her ample chest. "Hurry up, before we attract too much attention!"
Bernice gathered herself, compacted her body like a spring, and burst upward with all the power of her enormous, furry bunny legs. She landed directly on the wall that separated the interior hedge from the exterior, balancing deftly. "Hey!" she called down. "I think I've got it. I'll open the gate, and-"
Her voice cut off as one of the bricks in the top of the wall turned over with a robotic whir, releasing a weighted net that was shot by a homemade propellant. The improvised defense system hit Bernice dead-on, trussing her up, and causing her to fall backward to the street outside… where she was caught by her fellow invaders.
"Goddamn it," she growled. "He's using dirty tricks!"
Karolyn hissed with frustration and she slithered over to glare through the bars of the side-gate. She pressed against it with such force that her boobs bulged against steel. "You can't hide from usssss forever, Roland!" she seethed, her eyes flashing. "Let usss in!"
As soon as Roland heard this challenge, he knew it was his cue.
"Never!" he called out through the window, his voice cracking a little with nerves. He'd donned his traditional helmet, and the visor was falling over his eyes, he adjusted it as he spoke, reciting the words that had been spoken for generations, since the first appearance of monster girls. "Your unnatural kind shall not take the castle!" His chin strap slipped and the helmet nearly slid off the front of his head.
After he adjusted it again, Roland had to blink twice as he looked through his side door at the gate, and recognized the face that was peering hungrily back at him. There was no mistaking the sultry looking face; even the makeup style was the same!
"Miss Karolyn?" he called out.
She had been his teacher in middle school, and, coincidentally, the first pair of large breasts he'd ever noticed, once he became interested in such things. Now, as a young adult, his stomach fluttered as he realized that his raven-haired lamia teacher intended to invade his home, coil her glistening green tail around him, and mate with him until he could stand no more.
"Let me in, Roland!" she called back, licking her lips with a long forked tongue. "I still have a few things to teach you!"
"N-never!" Roland called back. "Your impure… uh… monstrous-"
His voice trailed off. Goodness her tits were huge. Momentarily hypnotized, he heard his father's voice: Stay strong, Roland! Occupy their attention! And did you remember not to wash your dick?
"You shall not sully my virtue, fiend!" he called out, regaining his composure. Then, another voice came from beyond the hedge.
"Roooooland!" another voice tempted. "I made you my special muuuuuuuffins!"
This voice, too, he knew. Many times while working at the Jiffy-Mart, he had waited on a centauress from the neighborhood, a long-haired blonde with striking green eyes that had always struck him as something out of the Lord of the Rings, with her graceful height, sharp cheekbones, elfin ears and large eyes. She, also, had an enormous pair of breasts, a trait that seemed to Roland to be quite common in Mamono.
"Sylvie?" he blurted, and seconds later, there she was - all two arms and four equine hooves of her! The regal and motherly centauress who had so often bought gossip magazines and cleaning supplies at his store was just outside, and clearly lusting after his big and musky knight-cock! And yes, she had brought him muffins on more than one occasion. They were delicious. Indeed, in the race to see what made his mouth water the most, her muffins were neck and neck with her breasts! He saw she was carrying a picnic basket full of the sumptuous looking baked goods, nestled in the wicker with a bonnet of checkered cloth. Her upper body was clad in shining armor - though it had a strategic and seductive dip in the breastplate to show off her tits.
Roland thought momentarily of those minimum-wage hours he'd spent staring at her jugs while making small talk and eating muffins. It hardly seemed fair that he should have to keep her out. Once again he struggled to recall the words of the knights of old. "I refuse your gift of unnatural temptation!" he called out, his visor falling over his face again, requiring him to lift it. "Bring thy muffins to the devil, for my belly refuses the enchanted food of your cursed kind!" When Sylvie's face turned to one of hurt feelings, he felt a pang of guilt… but reminded himself that resisting her invasion was the duty that his ancestors and house had carried through the ages.
Now sure that the attack was underway, Roland stumbled back over to the microwave, and punched in the emergency code - 7777. Instantly, the sounds of moving machinery rumbled through the house. Peering through the gate, his adversaries would see an amazing transformation, the result of improvements made to the family home over the course of years. Windows automatically closed and shut with curtains of stonework. Eaves reversed themselves, and with a whirr of clockwork, turned into battlements. Spikes poked up from the top of the hedge wall. The 7777 code was a contingency only to be engaged when the house was under direct assault by monster girls - something that had only happened a handful of times in his life, and never without his father present.
He ran back to the side door and poked through the now-reinforced opening, which had transformed to have an arrow slit instead of a screen. Now, he could see them all gathered at the side gate - the lamia and centauress had been joined by a tomboy minotaur girl and a bubble-booty werebunny with an adorable puff tail and the unmistakable bored expression of a goth.
"She works at Hot Topic!" Roland whispered to himself. "That's Bernice!" Bernice was the same age as he was, they had gone to high school together, and been friendly. They had even done a science project together, dealing with the growth of carrot roots under various levels of nutrients and sunlight, subjects which would be of interest to a rabbit. That said, she had always been rather cold and distant, in her emo way, and had threatened him more than once for sneaking looks at her massive bunny-butt.
Roland recognized the minotaur girl as well, and she in particular made his heart skip a beat, being the trainer at the gym closest to his house, who had flirted with him shamelessly, even outside of breeding season. Her name was Muriel - and he'd been amused at the way she put on a tough act but blushed easily at any attention he showed her clumsy flirtations. She'd even joked that he had 'better watch out' once mating season rolled around. Their flirting hadn't quite progressed to the point where Roland had been forced to ask his father if dating between knights and mamono was allowed (traditionally, it was not - Roland would have to retire from service first and renounce his oath), but he had considered it.
"Open the gate, Roland!" Bernice called out. The others were helping her struggle out of one of his net traps. "Let us in so we can mate with your big, stinky cock!"
"Never!" Roland retorted. The girls glowered at him as a group, and then, seconds later, they were out of sight, behind the hedge and wall. For a moment, he stood, trying to calm himself. He had known it would be like this - his father had told him. The mamono driven to breed could, and likely would, be members of this very community, and he should prepare himself for the chance that the breeding assault party would contain acquaintances or even friends.
It's more than coincidence, Roland remembered his father saying. Our destinies - knights and monster girls - are entwined.
Alarm jolted him from this recollection. The invasion wasn't over - it was just getting started. He imagined the four monster girls spreading out, surrounding the property, looking for weaknesses, and that meant he still had his part to play. "The battlements!" he exclaimed, and then ran up the stairs, chainmail jingling, sweat painting his brow, helmet visor clanking. He dragged his non-lethal wooden sword behind him. It was not easy to get to the second floor and then climb up to the dusty attic, but he managed, shouldering aside all manner of knight paraphernalia - old shields, broken traps, ill-fitting armor. He threw open the top floor window and climbed out onto the roof. From that vantage, he would have a view of the grounds from all directions.
Next to the window there were boxes labeled 'BOILING OIL' and 'FIRE ARROWS', after emerging, Roland pulled these out after him. Of course, he couldn't use such potentially lethal methods against the mamono, but the old traditions had to be respected. As such, what he had to work with were some roman candles and water balloons filled with lubricant. His father had been thoughtful enough to include a lighter in the 'FIRE ARROWS' box.
Looking down from the roof, he saw that the foursome of invaders had rotated around to the front gate and were now trying to find a way over it. Again, Bernice the Wererabbit bounced up to the top of the wall, but the transformed battlement had a steeple shape with a steep grade, making it difficult for her to scramble over.
"I expel you, kidnapper of men!" Roland called out, shaking his fist. "I reject your perverse temptations!" Taking a slingshot that had been left nearby for just this purpose, he loaded one of the lube balloons into it, and took aim. He had practiced recently, to prepare himself for breeding season, and his shot was a true one. It impacted the spikes atop the steeple, splattering lube down onto Bernice and the tilted roof… and causing her to cry out and begin to slide down.
"Waaaaugh!" she yelled. "Oh, you asshole!" Unable to maintain her perch, she slid off to the ground. "I'm going to fuck your brains out once i get a hold of you!"
Roland had no time to revel in his minor victory. Karolyn, the Lamia, was coiling her thick and powerful bottom half around the bars in the gate, trying to wrench them apart far enough for the girls to squeeze through. She was quite powerful - Roland could hear the metal creaking and whining. Knowing he didn't have much time, he lit one of the roman candles and took aim, launching a starburst toward the gate with a loud pop .
The monster girls squealed, startled by the loud noise, and Karolyn immediately ceased her attempted squeeze to take cover. Roland was not really trying to hit her, only to scare her off. And for the moment, it seemed to work, as the moved out of sight and out of range of the firework bursts.
"You're a jerk, Roland!" came a voice from behind the wall. Bernice again.
"Don't you want the muffins, Roland?"
He really did… but he had a part to play that superseded the deliciousness of Sylvie's monster girl muffins. He pulled back another lube balloon into the slingshot and kept his watch. For several minutes, he saw nothing and heard only the faintest hoof-clops and slithers… as well as a hint of whispering.
"This castle has never been breached!" he taunted, hoping they would respond and give away their positions. "Abandon your foul quest, beasts!"
No response. More whispering… and then, quiet for several seconds more. Roland listened closely… and then, a whistling sound came, as something arced up and over the wall, approaching his position… and then thinking into the roof. An arrow. Of course. As a centauress of the woods, Sylvie was an accomplished archer.
The arrow had a note attached to it. Roland reached out and took the parchment, unrolling it, feeling queerly like he was doing something his knight ancestors probably did over a thousand years ago.
On the front side, the note read: "SURRENDER. EXPOSE YOUR MALE ORGAN AND LAY ON YOUR BACK."
Roland turned the parchment over. On the back, it read: "Make sure you keep your energy up, Roland!" in handwritten script, along with a smiley face and initial 'S', which stood for Sylvie. Roland took a closer look at the arrow. Something had been pierced on the shaft like a piece of meat on the kebab - one of Sylvie's dense, blueberry-filled muffins.
Roland awkwardly pulled the delicious, crumbling muffin off of the arrow with his gauntlet. He felt absurdly touched - Sylvie had always had a soft spot for him, whether it was the muffins, or the long, warm, big-boobed hugs she would give when she'd stop in to the convenience store to find him stocking shelves or replenishing the taquito roller. He always made sure not to arrange the aisles in a way that made it impossible for her horse body to turn the corners without knocking things over… which she appreciated.
He raised the muffin to his mouth. Delicious. But his brain rang the alarm. He couldn't get distracted by the delicious moistness of the treat. He had a job to do. Surely the court of King Arthur would not get distracted by muffins. No, his oath had to take precedence!
Determined, Roland crumpled the note in his fist. "Never will I surrender!" he cried out, and just as he did, there was a tremendous crash from the other side of the property - from behind him! The arrow (and delicious muffin) had only been a decoy. As he scrambled to change his vantage, the lube balloon he'd been preparing to fire burst in his hand, slathering jelly all over the roof tiles. Roland uttered a startled "shit!" as he realized what was going to happen.
He was going down. "W-whoa!" His final thought before slipping off of his roof was that it wasn't a very knightly display, crashing through a porch awning and slamming down in a clatter of armor, breaking the sun chair beneath, overturning several flower pots. His sword had made the fall with him, and he tried to reorient himself in the pile of splintered wood, pottery shard and soil, looking decidedly unknightly in his now-soiled chainmail and askew helmet.
From the other side of the house he heard female cries of exertion. Were they trying once again to breach the wall? He took off running as fast as his armor would let him, listening to their cries - hold it steady, angle it higher, push together, girls! - as he approached and brandished his blade.
"You shall not-" he bellowed, turning the corner.
But his voice trailed off when he saw the siege tower .
This, he had not expected. Absurdly, it was made of mundane items from around town - fence pickets, furniture parts… the steps up appeared to be stolen from a child's playground, where they would have formerly been used to ascend to the top of the slide. One entire panel of the ten-foot-tall structure was plated with the sliding door of a minivan. The four mamono gals had pushed it, wobbling and as girthy around as a sentry post, right up against the wall outside the gate.
"Hold it steady, bull-brain!" Bernice called down, perched on top. "I can clear the wall from here!" And so she did, gathering her powerful haunches into bunched muscle and then exploding upward, still holding her carrot, clearing the wall easily, and landing inside. It happened so quickly, Roland found himself totally at a loss. He was staring down a beautiful caramel-skinned black bunny girl who wanted to nibble on much more than his rutabagas.
Muriel was next up on the siege tower, and she, too, was able to jump over the top of the wall, using her powerful satyr-like legs, which were covered in fur much like a bison or buffalo might have. It occurred to Roland that the other two - Karolyn the Lamia and Sylvie the Centauress, were probably tasked with holding the tower steady, since their unique body shapes made it impossible for them to climb it.
Muriel landed in a superhero pose on stones of the walkway that led from gate to side door, turning up earth. She had her battle ax ready… and unlike Roland's blunted sword, the weapon seemed extremely sharp… to say nothing of her horns. "Get him, Muriel!" Bernice cried, showing as little mercy as she'd shown him back in high school.
Roland gulped and brandished his sword, visor down. In a contest of pure might, he had no chance against Muriel, who was the tallest and most muscular of the mamono. However, she hesitated to attack.
"What are you waiting for?" came a voice from the gate. Karolyn, face pressed against the bars, cute megane glasses gleaming. "Sssssubdue him! I can sssssmell his penis from here!"
"But, I don't want to hurt him ," Muriel admitted, blushing in a way that didn't match her feisty tomboy appearance. Her cheeks went a shade of pink and crimson at the admission. Her hands were clutched tightly on her axe, and despite her rambunctious personality and features - including a large bandage over the bridge of her nose, she was managing to look extremely cute.
Roland saw that Bernice was trying to sneak up on him, stealthy rabbit ninja style, and brandished a sword in her direction. "Back, vile monster!" he bellowed. Or tried to bellow. His voice broke and it came out like a squeak. Everything was happening so fast, and he knew that one kick from her powerful legs would probably knock him out. The standoff was broken when Kerolyn called to her allies from the gate.
"Unlock thissss! Lift the bar!"
Roland realized he was outflanked. The outer perimeter would soon be breached, as Muriel and Bernice would work together to lift the metal bar that sealed the gate. He had no choice but to retreat inward, to the house proper… which he did at the first opportunity when they turned their backs, bumbling back inside with his jangling chainmail and visor, closing the door, and then looking out through a small diamond-shaped window. The door was stout wood, and would hold up a while against most attacks… but the way Muriel was staring at it made him nervous.
"Ooh… he got away!" she complained, after the other two had joined her on the west side of the building. Just around the corner they would encounter the garage door… which was fairly flimsy. If they tried to enter that way, it would be difficult to stop them. Muriel continued to stare down the side door with a stern expression on her face. "That door is makin' me really mad!" she growled, her face reddening and her eyes growing bloodshot. She began to stamp and drag her powerful hooves, arching her back and angling her her head downward, exposing her horns. Her breasts hung heavy in their leather strap. Her tail waved energetically. Roland was struck anew by how powerful and shapely her legs and buttocks were - all the better to charge him with!
The door is painted red , he realized. And then, before he could react, Muriel lowered her head and charged, nostrils flaring, battle ax gripped tightly. Roland's hands fumbled on his sword. He had no time to raise it in the fairly tight quarters of the foyer - there were no battlements here to protect him, just a shoe rack and, a few feet away, a cubby with a combination washer/dryer. "Shit, shit, shit!" he whispered to himself.
By the time Roland turned to try to avoid the blow, it was too late. Muriel struck the door with the force of an entire rugby team. Despite the thick, oiled wood and reinforcing steel bands - reminiscent of the thick chamber doors of castles of old - the entire thing splintered inward, the door frame sundered, and the hinges popped completely off the wall, bashing into Roland and driving him to the ground, followed shortly by Muriel's dazed body.
"Oooooooof!" Roland wheezed, trying to catch his breath. His brains felt rattled inside their metal cage, and all the air had been squished out of his lungs. His vision was blurry and swimming with flecks of light and black spots. He heard voices, echoing, insubstantial, and was dimly away of large figures gradually surrounding him as he looked up, past the shattered door laying on his chest.
"Yield, knight." That voice, the same one who had dictated math problems to him. Karolyn. "You are defeated and your casssssstle is conquered."
Roland tried to choke out a rebellious denial and couldn't. The fact was, the inner sanctum had been breached. The monster girls had successfully invaded Castle Gawaine, the unassuming two-story house at 254 Cheshire Road. He could only groan in response.
Muriel had knocked herself nearly unconscious; her eyes were rolled back and an middle entire section of the door had been skewered on her horns. When she groggily raised her head, that section went up with her, until she reached up and broke it apart, shaking away the cobwebs. Seconds later, she seemed to realize she was laying on top of her target. "Huh? Roland!?" she gasped, and then rose and picked up the rest of the shattered door, throwing it aside. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Roland, who felt like his chest had been caved in, could only whimper the words: "Uh… yes?" His vision cleared and he could see all of them surrounding him, Bernice with her powerful, furry haunches, Karolyn with her coiling and powerful snake body, Sylvie filling the damaged doorway with her horse hindquarters, and Muriel most of all, staring down at him with concern. Four beautiful monster girls with pretty faces and bright, hungry eyes… four huge pairs of tits. From his low vantage, he could see mountains of sweaty, monster girl underboob being contained by their various leather straps, armored bikinis and decorative bra cups.
It was against his oath to yield; he would hold out to the last - which of course was the point, the ritual that had repeated itself every mating season for the last several centuries. They all knew it. And so when Karolyn directed the others - "subdue him and remove his armor, he is our prisoner now" in her teacherly voice, he felt both resignation and a pang of excitement. His whole life, his father had always been the one to 'defend the castle', with Roland confined to his room and forbidden to peek out.
They were efficient in their work. Powerful hands gripped at his hoodie and pulled it away, then removed his askew helmet, revealing his tousled brown hair. The chainmail would be harder - it had taken him a while to get it on correctly - but clearly stripping a knight bare was something that came naturally to the foursome of invaders. Roland simply lay on the ground as he felt himself be unbuckled and stripped, gauntlets, boots and belt, pants, chainmail, and all the rest. The girls tossed away the armor pieces with abandon, knocking over nicknacks on the shelves and furniture. Soon, all that remained of Roland's clothing were his sweat sodden boxer shorts, through the wet material of which the outline of his coiled, heavy penis could be seen.
"Oooh, it stinks!" Muriel gasped. "And look how big it is!"
"Oh my, Roland!" Sylvie said, putting a hand to her blushing face, a pink flush that reached all the way to her cleavage. "I never thought you'd be hiding something like this!" She had knelt down next to him, folding her forelegs beneath, in order for her human half to aid in the clothing removal.
"It's not my fault-" Roland moaned, but they were ignoring him. He realized he could smell it too - a combination of scents that started with his unwashed, oily penis but had more to it - the bestial smell of horny monster gals in heat! And in spite of his oath, his penis was quickly growing hard, especially as his four beautiful conquerors leaned their faces in to nuzzle their noses against his sweat-plastered cock and boxers! The sight and feeling of Bernice wiggling her cute nose against his swampy dick bulge alone was enough to make him shudder.
"Ugh, it's the muskiest dick ever!" she said, a mix of compliment and complaint. "We hit the jackpot!" And then they all started to rub their faces against his bulge, four needy faces wanting to smell and nuzzle him, all of that perfumed blonde and purple hair from Sylvie and Karolyn, all of that hot breath… it was too much!
"Hnnnf!" Roland wheezed, and a trickle of lumpy pre-cum bubbles out of his fat dickhole and into his already-soaked boxers. Perhaps sensing his sexual response to their attention, the girls didn't just remove the only article of clothing separating their faces from Roland's cock… they literally tore it off. A sound of ripping fabric filled the room and Roland saw the shreds of his boxers fly away, out of his field of vision… and then the gasping reaction of all four mamono as his now-erect and previously unseen cock popped up between them.
To say they were pleased with Roland's rather bestial-looking penis would be an understatement. Their hands scrambled to caress his length, and they almost seemed to gossip among themselves as he lay beneath, looking up at those four big shelves of boob, still winded. They eagerly stroked him and cooed about how oily his cock was, how strong his musk was, and the prominence of his big, pink mushroom tip and the unusually-sized papules that ringed it. They tugged at his foreskin and marveled at how tough it was. They even pried open his pisshole with agile fingers and marveled at the size and width of it, and the thick pre-cum that was bubbling within!
Bernice put her nose right up against his cock slit and took some bunny-like sniffs. Sylvie took his foreskin between thumb and forefinger - as an archer, her grip with powerful - and stretched it out as far as she could. Roland winced as she yanked the rubbery shroud, and they all cooed anew about how stretchy and large it was.
"Oooh, I bet these bumpssss will feel great when they're sssscraping inside," Karolyn said, flicking out her tongue. "And they secrete so much oil!"
Sylvie pulled back her thumb and forefinger after digging them into his foreskin and rubbing around the underside of Roland's glans - they were covered in gooey yellowish sludge that had been building up in his oversized hood. "Look at all this smegma!" she marveled. "If I didn't know better, I'd say he's trying to attract monster girls like us!" The four of them happily mewled as if they'd just seen the unveiling of a delicious banquet, and seconds later, Roland found himself not being just probed or prodded, but devoured. Four faces nuzzling against his erect cockshaft, four tongues trailing over the veiny surface. He bit his lip and tried to resist the pleasure - the idea that he was being ravished against his will was part of the gentle fiction that had replaced the danger to life and limb that came with old school mating season.
For their part, the mamono did the ravishing as enthusiastically as the monster girls of old could have managed. Roland soon found his paule-ringed mushroom tip being licked and sucked by Kerolyn's elongated blowjob face, with her long forked tongue cleaning up plenty of his smegma under the glans. His balls, which were softball-sized to begin with and had only grown with their teasing, were being sucked and licked by Muriel; he could feel her thick, ringed septum piercing as she nuzzled in the furrow of his testicles, planting sucking kisses on each, sucking his loose scrotal skin into his mouth and using the flat of her tongue to clean up all the sweat on his hairy, musky nuts. Roland could see her bovine tail flicking back and forth as she did it.
After the heavy clank of Sylvie discarding her breastplate, Roland found his vision of proceedings obscured by an enormous pair of pale, pink, fat-nippled breasts smothering his face. Meanwhile, Bernice was licking at his upper body, his nipple and underarm, as she reached back and masturbated the part of his cock nearest to his base. He warbled out a denial of their temptations, as he'd been taught to do, but it was inaudible because of the amount of hot centauress boobflesh being mashed against his mouth. Sylvie had been the most motherly of the four mamono, and seemed to delight in pushing her large, pink, raised nipples directly into Roland's mouth.
"That's it," she cooed. "Suck as much as you want, Roland. Just relax and let us get what we need from you… there's no reason to make a fuss." Roland reached up to try to push the breasts off of his face, and instead found himself groping them, his fingers almost disappearing because of the volume of each hot, soft tit!
That was when he felt it - a wiggling, powerful tongue pressing directly against his pronounced and gleaming frenulum. The part where his bulging piss-pipe merged with his large mushroom tip had always been the most sensitive part of his penis - even more than his glans and foreskin - and when he felt two licking, sucking mouths converge on that spot, his hips bucked and surged upward and he uttered a muffled moan of pleasure directly into Sylvie's boobs. A hot, thick lance of semen spurted out of his cock and straight up into the air, nearly reaching the ceiling!
The monster girls reacted instantly to the geyser, gasping out with pleasure. When it rut, their instincts were to get their hands on as much mansperm as they could, after all, and so they reacted to the pulsing jet of musky white goo as a vampire might to the spurting of an opened artery. They leaned in, casting shadows over Roland, and let their upward faces and open mouths catch as much of the cum as they could, dragging the splatters into their mouths with their agile tongues.
"Ooh! You liked that, didn't you Roland?" Karolyn taunted. "Now we know your weak ssssspot!"
One by one they started pressing their mouths down on his spurting, spasming cock, while the other three, waiting their turns, stroked his oily shaft and reveled in sucking the musk from his sweaty balls. Tomboyish Muriel looked striking as she hungrily slurped his glans and took the helmet-shaped battering ram as deep in her esophagus as she could. She had a cowbell around her neck that jangled as she gagged and her eyes reddened. All the while she looked down at Roland, who, face free from boobs, could look back up at her hungry and needy expression. Her desperation to breed with his huge penis was clear, and that made it impossible to stop cumming. He groaned as he pumped thick, chowdery spurts deep into her throat - and eventually, the volume was such that she had to pull her mouth off and gurgle out a syrupy grunt.
"Bwaaaaaugh!" Muriel's half-open mouth was full of semen that was slowly dripping down her chin.
"Wow, it's so thick!" Sylvie exclaimed, then looked down at Roland with a motherly expression. Absurdly, it seemed she was proud of him. "That's very good, Roland!" Of course, receiving compliments from a huge-boobs MILF centauress while being manhandled by four monster girls only made him ejaculate more, and each of their mouths took a turn swallowing the spurts that erupted from his wide, unnaturally large pisshole. Roland had abstained from jerking off for several days before the start of mating season so as to have plenty of thick sperm backed up in his balls - this, too, was an unspoken part of the tradition. The knights of old had tried to defeat the mamono. Now, his job was to lose convincingly… and get ravished by his horny attackers!
His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he felt Karolyn the lamia start sucking his dick. She made a very lewd hyottoko suckface as she did so, and her long snake-tongue burrowed directly down his cum slit, wiggling around inside, causing him to release another gooey plume of cum up into her mouth, bulging her cheeks out with the sheer volume of it. The other girls gasped with arousal as they saw the volume of sperm he was releasing.
"Ah… f-fuck!" he wheezed. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Her tongue was inside his dick. It felt amazing. His papules were scraping the interior of her cheeks. The rough up and down motion of her head was tugging his thick, greasy foreskin up and down, an even more pleasurable sensation. And all the while she was making loud, lewd slurps, a mix of snake hissing sounds and saliva-choked sucking. Her eyes still managed to look at him hypnotically as she got into the moment.
I'm in danger , Roland thought, while cumming his brains out. Monster girls weren't inherently dangerous, but they had been known to get 'overzealous' on several occasions, resulting in 'mating accidents', where they failed to take into account the semi-fragile nature of human male bodies. Karolyn was slowly wrapping her tail around Roland's body as she sucked, keeping him immobile as she drained him… and he could feel the powerful muscles that made up her lower half. Even using just a fraction of her strength, it was like being squeezed by the most powerful anaconda one might find in the rainforest.
"Uh… Miss… Karolyn-" he stammed, as her tail looped around his chest. "That's… pretty tight-"
But her eyes flashed and she only gripped him tighter, pulling her mouth off of his cock. Her cheeks were stuffed full with his semen, and as he watched, struggling to breathe and feeling lightheaded, she snowballed his issue with the three others, letting it pour from her mouth and into theirs. Each was excited to receive her portion, and in gossiping among themselves, they unanimously agreed his sperm was 'high quality', swallowing it down, licking their lips, and looking at his captured body with even more hunger than before.
By drinking his cum, they had judged him a worthy mate - just as it had been with the mamono of old, who would come to the bedrooms of men in the night and suck their cocks as a prelude to dragging them away to their lairs and mating with them. They didn't precisely have 'lairs' anymore - he'd seen Miss Karolyn parking her Prius at an apartment complex, her entire back end coiled up into a custom-made rear seating space - but the principle was the same.
"You're going to give me lotsssss of babiesssss, Roland," Karolyn seethed, licking the last clumps of his thick semen from her lips as she flicked her tongue. She'd positioned her front roughly between his splayed legs, and was using her arms to remove her scant, decorative bra and waistcloth, revealing the place where her dazzling green tail met the pale skin of her human half. Precisely at the place where the two tones of flesh melded together, and her wide and curvaceous hips transformed into a girthy snake body, Karolyn had a vagina that was very human looking, and, in a bit of sexual serendipity, happened to be just at the height of the tip of Roland's towering, bestial penis.
All she had to do was lift herself up with her tail, angling slightly, and then pull his hard cock slightly toward her, hissing with pleasure as she rubbed his textured cock knob against her unbelievably hot and wet opening. Roland, arms pinned to his sides by her tale, could do nothing but watch… and then moan, eyelids fluttering, as Karolyn lowered herself down, floating above him hypnotically, holding her body in a horizontal position just with the strength of her tail, as his cock sank into pussy, making a slight bulge in her abdomen below her navel as the thick, long spike dug into her guts.
Both of them gasped with pleasure. Roland suddenly felt as if he was in a sea of pulsating, enveloping warmth as the walls of her monster girl pussy caressed and milked his cock, and her coiling tail curled around his chest and arms. A thinner portion even looped around to caress his face. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before.
His father had told him that it was the curse of his family line to forgo long-term relationships with human women. Roland, when young, had complained bitterly about this at first - the idea of not being able to date cute girls, or kiss them, or get married, seemed very unfair. But now, feeling the needy, ball-draining heat of Karolyn's pussy and coiling tail, he realized the truth - he could never settle for a human woman.
No wonder my ancestors started losing on purpose, he thought, biting his lip. Even the squeezing pressure on his chest and arms felt pleasurable in a way… as if Karolyn was trying to wring every drop of horniness out of him, using her beautiful, diamond-printed tail! She began to move herself back and forth along his cock, and the wet sound of penetration echoed in the living room. "Give it to me, Roland," she seethed at him. "Make me lay a lot of eggsssss with your sssssmelly, thick cum!"
Eggs. Of course. It was easy to forget that his former teacher was, in many ways, a snake. Roland imagined a clutch of cute lamia babies popping from their shells and found himself astonished at the concept. It was really happening! He was going to be the father of a bunch of-
Mouths, licking his chest. A tongue on his balls. The others were servicing him as they waited their turns. Karolyn was beginning to pick up speed. Her insides were wet and welcoming; monster girl anatomy was very resilient and he had the size needed to do the job. He felt using her tail to manipulate the position of her upper body, angling his cock into her at the most pleasurable angles, getting it as deep as she could. His tip felt the hot portal of her womb and pressed up against it, rubbing, while the meaty, wet sounds of their coitus continued. She'd leaned far enough forward that her large, bare, perfumed breasts were in his face. The scent was something exotic, like spices in the desert. In his mind he saw her in the olden days, beneath a pyramid, in a chamber filled with treasure, hieroglyphs on the walls, surrounded by servants who were mind-controlled by her beauty.
He would last much longer- no mortal man could! As a lamia, Karolyn knew something about squeezing people, and put those instincts to their greatest use yet, as her insides seemed almost to be milking and churning around his cock like a nest of vipers. Roland sputtered a defeated breath into her breasts and felt himself go over the edge. She shifted her body and kissed him in that moment, and he felt her tongue explore her mouth, unnatural and forked and exciting because of that.
"Hnnnnhhhhhhhhngh!" he breathed, body pinned, arms pinned, legs quivering, pelvis bucking upward. She returned his moan and seemed to orgasm along with him. The coils of her thick tail pulsated in rhythm with the spurting release of his semen into her body, which took a good while as they were locked together. It was more than a minute before his spurts started to subside; there was no doubt that he'd filled her womb to the brim with his manseed.
She released the kiss, but she did not release him . She felt his every hitch and spasm inside her, and kept him immobile beneath her for the complete duration of his orgasm, until streams abated to small spurts, and then to trickles, and then nothing - all while gazing down at him hypnotically, her tongue flicking out occasionally between full lips, her breath wafting over his face as she exhaled. Roland felt the sensation of being totally at the mercy of this beautiful lamia girl… knowing that she could construct her powerful tail and crush him in an instant if she so desired. He had only her gentleness, born out of their prior relationship as teacher and student, to rely upon.
"That'sssss very good, Roland," she hissed, softly, reaching down to caress his forehead as her voluptuous body swam above him and her breasts hung down nearly to touch his chest. "You shot out a huge amount. I'll give you high marks." As his teacher, she'd encouraged him in precisely the same way.
Karplyn kept his cock inside her, letting him feel her heat and wetness, keeping him hard, occasionally teasing with a squeeze of her unknowable internal anatomy. Only several minutes after his climax did Roland feel her muscled, powerful tail start to loosen around his chest and arms, and then retreat from him entirely. The last part of him to escape her was his cock, which withdrew with a long, wet schloooorp as she pulled herself upright, falling down onto his chest once fully exposed, landing with a meaty slap, the tip just below his pectorals. She stared down at him, hands on her belly. "Mmm… you've made me good and pregnant," she said. "I know there was a reason I favored you so much in school."
Roland offered a weak moan. His 'defeat' was far from over, he sensed - indeed, it was only just beginning. The other three mamono - Bernice, Sylvie and Muriel, would not leave him alone until they too were sated, and sex with each of them was bound to be its own separate ordeal. He would get little time to rest. Karolyn slithered her hypnotically voluptuous hips away from the spot between his thighs - where access to his penis was easiest - and was quickly replaced by Sylvie, who tucked her equine forelegs beneath her to take what was, for her, a 'kneeling position'.
It varied with each monster girl, the extent to which their anatomy was human or monster in various places. Typically, their pussy would be almost precisely at the point of demarcation between human and beast, allowing for sex to proceed much as normal. In Sylvie's case, like all centauresses, she had two points of entry - a human-like vagina up front, which straddled the line in much the way Karolyn's had. It, too, was wet and inviting and puffy, with a leaf-shaped pattern of blonde pubic hair above. Everyone below it was the short-haired brown hide of her equine parts.
But the good-natured and matronly centauress didn't go straight for Roland's cock. Instead, she reached do