2. Day 1: Departing
âMy little gurl, all growed up!â My mom crushes me in a massive hug. Sheâs an orc woman, seven feet of pure muscle towering over me with green skin, tusks, huge tits, and an even bigger heart. She releases me and frowns. âYou donâ have do this, Alex.â
âI know,â I say. âThis is what I want.â
âOur oldest, a Tamer!â my father says with one of my siblings in each arm. Heâs five foot four, a bit soft around the edges, but a sweet man and straight as an arrow. âIf you have exotic tastes, you could stay here as a Breeder. A new monster in your bed every night.â He looked at his wife with affection and lust.
âDad, weâve only got Wargs, Minotaurs, Rams, Cocks, and Orcs to choose from. No offense, Mom.â
âNone takân, dearie.â
âWe know there are so many monsters out there! So many ways they can help humanity! I want to make a difference.â
That, and fuck some monster girls. Iâll find plenty of those in the Wilds. Iâm into human girls, too, but itâs frowned upon as a âwastefulâ use of sexual stamina in modern society.
At least being a Tamer is celebrated for bringing in new blood; if looked at askance for the dangers it puts one in. Iâm lucky Iâm allowed to choose. Weâre taught in school about several periods in recent history where men and women were Drafted as Breeders with no say in their bodyâs reproduction to ensure the propagation of the species. The fact the mayor allows young adults to become Tamers is proof alone of the townâs prosperity.
âDonât worry too much,â I tell my parents as I don my backpack. âMost likely, Iâll get impregnated by some random monster and be back within a week.â That wouldnât be so bad if something interesting found me. âEven if Iâm captured, I wonât be driven mad with lust like some ancient human. Iâm sure Iâll escape eventually.â If anything, a few weeks of constant mind-melting sex would be like a vacation. Itâs fine as long as I donât lose myself.
âWe know the risks,â Dad says. âWe know the Association teaches students what to do in case of capture. But weâll worry every day youâre away, regardless.â Mom and Dad hug me again and kiss my head. Even my younger siblings stop squabbling to embrace me. âAnd weâll always be proud of you.â
I break away, and run for the door, shouting, âLove you! See you later!â before they see the tears in my eyes.
Outside, I take a deep breath and wipe my face. I start forward with a heavy sigh and a smile. Reaching into a pocket, I withdraw my Tamer license.
Itâs kind of a relic of the past. It used to mean a lot more before Eastin fell, and the Association spanned more than a single town. In those days, it could identify my status going between human settlements. They even had Tamer grades from âFâ to âSâ with commensurate salaries and hotel suites.
Sure wish Iâd been born in that era. Well, considering this town is probably the last human-run village, being a Tamer in those times didnât end well.
I look around the modest town one last time before I leave.
Wargs and Doggins patrol the streets and guard the walls. Okay, itâs more of a fence with a platform for archers. Doggins are single-headed with mostly human features. They can grow to adulthood before evolving, so itâs not uncommon to see them in officer uniform or walking alongside their husband or wife.
Minotaurs and Rams are both evolutions of a common root, Bovines. I donât know what catalyst separates Taurines from Lambies, but they seem to get along. They typically do the manual labor on the farms growing crops. Together, these subspecies are the backbone of society for the essential goods they produce.
Henlin eggs are extremely nutritious; one of the villagesâ staple foods. There are several hen houses throughout the town where they go to lay, sitting and chatting together while they brood. Eggs laid at home are off-limits, of course, as they could hatch into children. Henlins have to rigorously document their cycles and sexual encounters to ensure no mistakes are made.
Ewes, Taurines, and Henlins are well respected. Human males throw themselves at these monsters to be selected as the matronâs sugar babies.
Goblins and Orcs are on the low end of social status in peace times. Theyâre essential during Incursions, however. Then they become the most bred species due to their high evolutionary potential.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
As the most sexually desired species, humans have a mixed reputation within their own town. Each species gets a tailored education to learn whatâs expected of them. For humans, itâs either Breed or Tame, and Taming fell out of favor long ago.
We used to run the world as great builders and shapers. Now weâre reduced to our sexual abilities.
The buildings I pass were once storefronts and âmallsâ where humans exchanged goods and services. The rubble paths were once unbroken roads where self-propelled carts called âcarsâ drove between towns. They had incredible ancient technology like the Associationâs âprojector,â ârecord playersâ that produced music, and even flying machines.
Iâve often dreamed of flying.
Unfortunately, itâs not something a human will ever do again except in the claws of a predator.
âAlex! Wait up!â
I stop and turn upon hearing a familiar voice.
Julia and Jenny run towards me and stop a few feet away. They both have brown hair and green eyes with cute oval faces. Honestly, Iâm a little surprised anyone came to see me off. Nobody feels like celebrating when another Tamer offers themselves to the Wilds, never to be seen again.
Julia marches forward and slaps a glass vial into my hand. She scowls, looking into the middle distance as she speaks. âItâs messed up. Everyone in class should be giving you one of these. Itâs like they want you to fail.â
Jennifer (Jenny) Chartreuse hands me another glass vial, then steps back to kick a pebble with her shoe. âStay safe, Alex.â
I know exactly what these are. We learned about Lures in class. When a monster you donât want to trail you catches your scent, you throw this in their path. The brittle glass breaks on impact to release the pussy juices inside.
Male monsters canât resist the smell of a womanâs arousal. Theyâll spend minutes sniffing around to catch another whiff of the source while I escape. I obviously canât use my own juices, as itâd lead the monsters to me while heightening their libido.
Semen lures are equally effective on monster girls, but I guess none of the guys cared enough to get me some fresh samples. Julia and Jenny must have thought of this last night and masturbated for my sake.
I canât help myself.
âYou guys!â Tears flow freely as I throw my arms around Julia and Jenny. My impulses get the better of me, and I press my lips to Juliaâs. Sheâs been my crush and a childhood friend for years. Today is my last chance to confess!
My heart skips a beat as she returns the kiss for a moment before pushing me away. âAlex! Not in public; Iâm a Breeder now. Donât want the monsters thinking Iâm gay.â
Does that mean sheâd fuck me in private?!?
Jenny is a little bolder. She leans in to kiss my cheek and whispers in my ear, âAnything goes in a three-wayâ¦â She glances at Julia. âOr a four-way. Bring back a monster cock for us to share, and Iâll eat your pussy.â
I smile with drunken glee and touch my cheek with reverence. My first girl kiss!
Julia hears Jenny and blushes fiercely. She turns on her heels, facing away from me. âAnyway! Good luck, Alex. Donât get eaten by a God Beast!â Then she runs into town.
Jenny watches Julia go and says to me, âSheâs definitely up for that foursome if you can pull it off. And I always keep my promises. Later.â
We part ways. I stare at their butts backs, and neither of them looks over their shoulder.
Smiling from ear to ear, I tuck my treasures into my pockets and approach the town gates. The Orc and Warg guards whisper to each other even as I present my Tamer license. Some are probably betting on when/if Iâll return pregnant with what monsterâs spawn. They reluctantly open the doors for me.
I slap my cheeks with both hands to clear my head and stride onto the Human Plains. Donât worry, Julia, thereâs no way Iâm letting myself become monster chow! Not when I have two cute girls waiting for me!