The T-Shirt Ch. 01

[pre-story] Hey y'all! This is just a random story idea I started that ended up getting a bit longer and more involved than I expected, and I ended up having to split it into two. I just had a vision of a tsundere subby buff tomboy monster girl in a lewd t-shirt and I simply had to write it. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Content warnings: Unrealistic anatomy, futanari, muscular monster girl, huge boobs, huge cock, excessive cum.

All characters are 18+[/pre-story]

"Alright, Fey, what did you want to... show... me..." Erin began as she walked into the bedroom, only for her words to trail off, hanging in the air as her brain immediately overloaded.

Standing before her was a monster. She was humanoid, certainly, but obviously inhuman as well, standing seven feet tall, with four powerful arms, a thick, muscular tail jutting from her spine, and digitigrade legs ending in thick talons, like some primeval saurian nightmare. Tough, alligator-like scales, so dark green they were almost black in places, covered much of her body- her forearms, from her elbow down to her clawed hands, her shoulders, her spine, and her legs, from her knees down to her talons... The scaly patches thinned at the edges, fading into smaller, finer, more supple scales of a lighter shade that extended outward a few inches, and there were patches of those finer scales on her jaw, her cheeks, her brow, her hips, and her collarbones. Curled horns, so dark green they looked black, jutted out from the sides of her skull, before spiraling forward, together, and upwards, ending in a pair of mostly-vertical spikes on either side of her forehead.

And yet, despite her obviously inhuman features, she was undeniably human as well. Wherever the scales didn't cover, there was warm tan skin, its smooth, even tone broken up by a handful of jagged, pale scars on her stomach, thighs, and upper arms. Her face was unmistakably feminine- though she had a rather intimidating look, even if you ignored the solid green eyes with slit pupils, and the mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. Her messily tousled black hair was just long enough for her bangs to dangle into her eyes- she needed a haircut, though she wouldn't admit it. She had sculpted six-pack abs, and all four of her biceps bulged to the size of softballs when she flexed. Her thick, powerful thighs looked like they could crush one's skull like a grape- and many would beg for such a fate. Every inch of her was covered in thick, sculpted muscle. Well... not EVERY inch. A pair of melon-sized breasts sat proudly upon her chest, and her wide, rounded hips supported a mouth-watering jiggling ass- and her narrow, toned waist formed a supple, feminine hourglass.

But the monstrous woman standing in her bedroom was not what surprised Erin. She had mostly stopped being startled by her presence after the first few months of dating- mostly. By the time she'd fully moved in, the sight of her awe-inspiring girlfriend was usually a welcome one- though seeing her enormous form hunched over in the kitchen in the middle of the night had nearly stopped her heart more than once.

No, the sight that had left Erin utterly speechless was what she was wearing. And not wearing. For one thing, she was in a little pink thong with nothing over it- the fabric barely managed to cover her puffy, smooth-shaven mound before it dwindled down into nothing but strings that rode high over her rounded hips, tight enough to gently bite into her curves. And then... the top. A pastel pink t-shirt that looked more like a halter top- about two sizes too small for her frame, let alone her spectacular bust. Her lower arms had been forced through the side seams, scaly shoulders thrust through ragged holes, with the hem biting into her lower armpits as the undersized top strained. The knit material was pushed to its limit to try and contain her glorious chest, and even then, only barely managed to maintain her decency, the hem riding so high on her braless, jiggling tits that nearly a full third of them spilled out underneath. Stretched thin as it was, her nipples were clearly visible- and hard, it seemed, the twin thimble-sized nubs looked ready to pierce through the soft pink material if she so much as took a deep breath.

But more than anything, what stopped Erin dead was the words emblazoned on the shirt- six words, in black block letters, large enough that even distorted and stretched across Fey's magnificent chest, they were instantly clear.

PIN ME

DOWN

&

KNOCK ME

UP

"...Well?!" Fey growled, snapping Erin out of her trance.

"Huh? What-" she mumbled, realizing she'd been staring, slack-jawed, for a while now. She looked at Fey again. She stood with one pair of arms crossed at the bottom of her ribs, forearms positioned under her breasts, her second pair of clawed hands planted squarely on her hips. Her head was turned off to the side, her brow furrowed and her lips pulled back in a frustrated snarl, baring her teeth- but face was flushed dark red, the color reaching all the way to the tips of her ears. Her slitted eyes were firmly averted- but their slitted pupils would flick in Erin's direction for a moment at a time before swiftly darting off to the side again.

"Rrrgh!" She snarled in frustration. "What do you THINK I mean?!" She demanded, angrily... then paused a moment, before speaking again, in a much quieter voice, the anger in her expression softening, her tone wavering with uncertainty. "You... you like this kind of thing, right? I thought I could... It's dumb, I just-"

"Babe." Erin called out, cutting her off. She sank down, lowering her stance with a playful grin on her lips.

Fey blinked, confused, for a moment- then her eyes went wide as she realized what she was planning "Ah, wait-!"

It was too late. Erin had already taken off, bounding halfway across the room toward Fey in two long steps, and pushing off into a flying leap. As she soared toward her girlfriend, she threw her arms out to either side, a wide grin on her face.

Fey shifted her stance immediately, planting one taloned foot behind her as her arms unfolded hastily, reaching up and out- a claw scraped over Erin's side as she landed in her arms. Fey stumbled back a half-step as she absorbed the momentum, her four powerful arms cushioning the impact and holding her up. Erin threw her arms around Fey's shoulders and pulled herself close- her lips pressed against Fey's in a forceful, passionate kiss as her modest chest mashed against Fey's spectacular bust.

For a moment, Fey was too stunned to respond properly, and Erin kissed her, clinging to her towering frame, her cozy-sock-covered feet dangling off the floor. Her tongue pushed forward, and for a moment, Fey's lips parted. Erin's tongue slipped past, grazing over her sharp teeth as it worked its way deeper. As Erin's soft pink tongue found Fey's, her long, muscular one reflexively coiling around Erin's, Erin felt a pair of Fey's hands start to circle her slender waist, holding her gently and pulling her closer- before she suddenly seemed to come to her senses. She pulled back, breaking the kiss, expression twisting into a frown of annoyance.

"Dumbass! I told you to quit doing that, it's dangerous!" She scolded, her face still bright red as she leaned forward to set Erin's feet on the ground, still holding her waist, the other reaching up for Erin's arms, trying to pry them off her shoulders. "What if I just stepped outta the way next time and let you faceplant on the floor, huh?!"

Erin giggled playfully as her feet touched the ground, then craned her neck up and planted a peck on her nose. "You won't." She replied. "I know you'll always be there to catch me when I fall." She added with a smile. "But I'm glad you're worried about me."

"...Idiot." She scolded, blushing a shade darker and turning her head away again to avoid looking Erin in the eye, her ears burning- but she didn't try to straighten up, or pull Erin's arms off her shoulders. Erin simply smiled, playfully, craning her neck up until her lips brushed Fey's ear.

"Babe, you are the sexiest, most beautiful girlfriend I could possibly imagine." Erin purred breathily into Fey's ear. She let one hand slide down Fey's back, fingertips trailing over the ridge of scales running down her spine. They felt warm. "Seeing you wearing that shirt- that was literally the hottest thing I have ever seen." Erin added, before trailing her lips down the side of her neck, making Fey shiver.

Suddenly, Erin pulled back slightly, her hand coming up off Fey's shoulder and sliding up to gently cup her slightly scaly jaw and turn her head to face her. She stared deep into Fey's eyes, her expression questioning, yet hopeful. "Do you really mean it, Fey? Are you... are you ready for this?"

Fey swallowed nervously, face still flushed- but she held Erin's gaze and gave a tiny nod.

Erin bit her lip, clearly trying to restrain herself.. "Really? Dr. Jean said..."

"I-I'm sure." Fey interrupted, her blush darkening even further.

Erin threw herself into Fey's arms with such force that the seven-foot amazon was forced to stumble back a step. Her lips pressed against Fey's as she wrapped her arms around Fey's shoulders, pressing their bodies together as she drove her tongue forward and kissed her girlfriend harder than ever before. Fey's eyelids fluttered and she let out a soft whimper, melting into the passionate kiss, shivering as she felt Erin's hips grind against her midsection, something huge and hard pressed against her abs...

Then suddenly it was over- Erin pulled back, breaking the kiss, leaving Fey blinking, disoriented. Erin smiled, a warm, affectionate smile, one hand pulling off Fey's shoulder and cradling her jaw again. "God... I love you so fucking much baby... I feel like my heart's going to explode..." She breathed, then stepped back, sliding the other hand down Fey's shoulder, fingertips caressing the warm, tough scales as she slid it all the way down her arm and took Fey's large, clawed hand in her own. Fey's fingers curled gently around it reflexively, cradling it without squeezing- Erin's hands always seemed so small, so soft and delicate... Erin brought her other hand down to rest on top of Fey's fingers, giving them an affectionate squeeze- then stepped back, tugging her hand along as she did. Fey glanced up to Erin's face and found her girlfriend looking at her with half-lidded eyes, her warm, affectionate smile turning into a familiar, playful smirk.

"Come on, babe- bed time." Erin urged, tugging at Fey's hand again. It wasn't bed time. It was the middle of the afternoon. But Fey didn't say that.

Fey could have resisted- she weighed more than twice what Erin did, and it was almost all muscle. She could easily lift Erin with one arm- she often did, when Erin needed help reaching something. All she'd have to do was plant her taloned feet and stiffen, and Erin would never be able to so much as budge her... But she didn't. She just quietly followed along as Erin led her across the room, trailing behind her like a puppy on a leash. Erin just... had that effect on her. It was almost like a spell- all Erin had to do was look her in the eyes, smile, and ask nicely, and she'd do anything Erin wanted. Was this what it meant to be 'enchanted'?

With just a few gentle touches, Erin guided the tall, powerful monster girl to take a seat on the edge of the bed. Sitting, her eyes were right at Erin's eye level- maybe still a bit higher, but close enough. Erin slipped in between Fey's knees, standing in front of her and bringing her hands up to cup Fey's cheeks, before slowly leaning in and kissing her again. Once again, Fey melted into the kiss, eyes drifting closed, feeling Erin's soft, pink lips pressing against her own, her tiny pink tongue pushing between them. Fey's long, flexible tongue coiled around it reflexively as Erin's hands slid down, moving to Fey's shoulders, then her sides, gently holding her body close. Fey's four strong arms came up, clawed hands slowly coming to cradle Erin's slender frame- a pair rested on the supple curve of her hips, while the other wrapped around her shoulders.

Erin pressed her modest chest against Fey's- the tight material of her tee straining as her spectacular bust squished against her. Fey felt Erin's small, delicate hands move in opposite directions. One slid down to her wide-flaring hips, heading down until her fingertips trailed over the tiny string of her thong, then pushed back, following the strap. Soon, it went down further still, caressing Fey's supple tan skin as it moved to gently grab a handful of her mouth-watering rear. The other hand slid up and forward, letting her thumb trail over Fey's sculpted abs as it did, before it arrived at its destination- her fingertips traced up Fey's side until the swell of Fey's enormous, pillow-soft breast was caught in the cradle of thumb and forefinger.

"Mmmf... babe..." Erin purred into the kiss before gently pulling her lips away and leaning in to kiss at the sensitive skin at the side of her neck. "Your body is so damn incredible..." She muttered, trailing her lips up Fey's neck to her ear. "Can you feel how excited I am?" She whispered into Fey's ear, giving it a gentle nip.

Fey gave a tiny whimper, a shudder running through her powerful body. She could feel it. It ground against her abs as Erin pressed her hips against Fey's body, long and thick and hard as steel. It strained against Erin's pajama pants, bucking and throbbing with each beat of her heart, thrashing like a beast in a cage, a savage monster demanding to be freed. Part of her feared what it would do once unleashed... but another part of her wanted nothing more than to let it run wild. She could feel her thong getting wet.

"Fuck... I can't keep my hands off you, babe..." Erin whispered breathily, fingers sinking slightly into the firm yet yielding flesh of Fey's enormous, mouth-watering ass, the other hand gently caressing the lower slope of her breast, experimentally hefting the weight of one melon-sized mound. Fey could almost hear the smirk in Erin's voice as she whispered into her ear again. "Take it out for me, baby." Fey shivered once more, closing her eyes. She knew what Erin wanted. Almost automatically, her lower set of hands shifted on Erin's smoothly-curving hips, sliding down slightly until she could carefully hook a claw into the waistband on either side.

Her scaled hands felt rough on Erin's smooth skin, and Erin could feel the dull outer edge of Fey's claws trailing down her hips as they slid her pajamas down. A single move, one swipe of those fearsome claws could easily slice her open- those powerful arms could toss her around the room like a helpless doll. But Erin wasn't afraid- she could feel how gentle and cautious Fey's touch was, how slowly and carefully she moved. Erin bit her lip- there was something about the way this towering, fearsome, reptilian warrior-goddess treated her like a delicate, priceless artifact that was... exciting.

The pajama pants came down an inch at a time, until all at once, they suddenly stopped. The waistband hooked on something- something long and hard that thrust from Erin's hips like an iron spike. Fey swallowed, her mouth feeling dry, and then tugged Erin's pants down just a little bit more firmly. The rod shifted, angling down a moment before the waistband slid off it, then suddenly springing free, bouncing up and then smacking down onto Fey's abs with a weighty slap. The pajama pants slid off entirely, pooling around Erin's ankles before being unceremoniously kicked aside and forgotten. A wave of potent pheromones, no longer contained, washed over Fey, filling her nose and seeping into her mind- she quickly found herself panting softly as her body reacted. She could feel Erin's steel-hard shaft pressed against her stomach... It felt so hot on her skin...

"Fuck, baby... I can't resist." Erin moaned softly, giving the nape of Fey's neck a parting kiss before pulling away. Suddenly, she had her hands on Fey's shoulders again, pushing as she started to crawl up onto the bed on her knees, straddling her hips. Fey was taken by surprise by the sudden move, but she couldn't resist Erin- slowly she leaned back, letting Erin crawl up on top of her, until she was fully laying on her back, a confused look on her face. Erin shuffled forward on her knees until she was straddling Fey's ribs- and her cock loomed over Fey's chest.

The sheer size of Erin's cock made it look out of place on her modest frame. Erin wasn't particularly tall, or broad, or muscular, or busty, or masculine- outwardly, there was nothing to suggest anything out of the ordinary for a young woman. She considered herself to be fairly average, perhaps a bit plain, in most respects- except she had a dick. A really. Really. Big. Dick. Seeing Erin on the street, you would never imagine such an enormous thing lurking between her legs- just shy of fifteen inches, it was longer than her forearm, and as thick as a soda can! And yet, somehow, it seemed... fitting? Once you moved past the initial disconnect of a girl like Erin having such a gigantic cock, the dick itself seemed like the sort of giant member that a girl like her

have. It was uncut, with a turtleneck collar of foreskin pulled back to just below the ridge of its apple-sized, purplish-pink head, and a long, smooth shaft. It was too weighty to stand vertically under its own strength, so it thrust straight out from her hairless hips, the shaft gently curving upward- the head bounced with each gentle throb, like a puppy that was eager to play. Below it, a pair of hefty, apple-sized balls swayed in a smooth, hairless sack.

From Fey's perspective, that throbbing shaft nearly eclipsed Erin's body entirely, except for the slender fingers with painted nails that wrapped around its smooth sides, barely able to encircle its girth, and her face, peering up over the tip with an eager, lustful expression. Erin shifted, drawing her hips back, dragging her balls over Fey's abs down to her hips- Fey felt her core tighten, clenching with anticipation of what that enormous, tireless shaft would soon do to her unprotected pussy...

"Sorry, baby- it's just too tempting!" Erin groaned, and Fey blinked in confusion for a moment, before suddenly Erin pushed her cock down, flattening it over Fey's toned abdomen, and thrust her hips forward. The too-tight pink tee shirt with its lewd message stretched across her chest, insufficient for containing Fey's melon-sized breasts, presented Erin with an irresistible target- her gleaming cockhead slipped under the raised hem and into Fey's exposed underboob, plunging deep into the cleft between her spectacular breasts!

Erin let out a pleasured moan as her cock was swallowed up by Fey's soft, warm titflesh. Though Fey's breasts looked (relatively) proportional on her towering, seven-foot-tall, broad, muscular frame, to Erin, they were enormous- each glorious mound was bigger than her head, easily the size of a basketball, or a ripe watermelon! The already-straining pastel pink top refused to stretch further, holding her breasts firmly in place and squeezing them tight around the red-hot invader. Fey's boobs were pillow-soft and silky-smooth (in stark contrast to

of the rest of her body), and when packed into such an undersized top, they formed cleavage so deliciously tight it rivaled her pussy! As Erin's smooth hips pressed against Fey's underboob, the soft pink fabric at her cleavage bulged, the head of her enormous shaft finally emerging from the seemingly endless valley of titflesh. Erin felt the soft fabric caressing her sensitive cockhead and tossed her head back, her moan growing louder with bliss. This was paradise.

"Seriously?" Fey snapped.

Snapping out of her reverie, Erin looked down and saw Fey's expression. While her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, her scaled brow furrowed and her eyes were narrowed, glaring up at Erin with a sharp frown. Erin froze, mind suddenly going blank.