Welcome To Monster Village

Pretty recent idea I was kicking around last month. I wanted to recreate something like my Undertail: Harem Run story with a genuine community of weird characters and a bit of adventure. I ended up cutting back on the actual adventure and making a cozy town full of monsters that I started to consider Undertail meets Animal Crossing. There's hints of video game logic here and there (universal pawn shop, a guide character, a gym for raising your strength) but it's mostly just a fantasy adventure story that turns out to be a pleasant disappointment when a quest for battle leads to a cozy village full of peaceful monstergirls. No real twists or anything; just enjoy some colorful and slutty locals.

Arnold Flagstone had dreamed of this day. He was finally seen as a man in his little village and that meant he was free to leave and do as he saw fit. And what Arn wanted was obvious: he was going to be an adventurer.

There hadn’t been an adventurer in Adlebrook in the better part of a century. Arn’s grandfather had been one, and he loved to sit and listen to his tales of treasure hunting and fighting ravenous monsters. Arn knew them all by heart, from fighting the bloodthirsty orcs and power-mad wizards to outwitting man-eating selkies and thieving goblins. When Arn asked his father why he didn’t follow in his footsteps, he’d just shrug.

“I needed to raise you and take care of your mum,” he’d explain simply. “So I bought some land. Got a real job. Adventuring’s… well, it’s just not what you do anything.”

Even after his father’s practical explanation and his grandfather’s passing, the seeds of adventure were planted in the boy’s heart. He doubled checked his supplies to make sure he’d be ready for whatever low-level monsters he’d be starting with. Plenty of food, camping supplies, some good hiking boots, and his grandpa’s rusty sword and dented shield. As much as his dad tried to convince him otherwise, his parents at least sent him off prepared. With his mind made up and a few years of practicing swordplay with a wooden one in the woods, Arn set out into the world.

He didn’t have to go very far. There was an old map he found in the town’s modest library that pointed out an old dungeon. It was just a word they’d come to use for a spot full of monsters, which grandpa explained was because they’d love to torture people so much. There had to be some clues to where to find monsters, if not the beasts themselves. Maybe even some lost and fateful relic that he could salvage for his first piece of treasure. His imagination ran wild with the possibilities by the time he arrived at Denner’s Cave.

The boy took a deep breath, dressed in a light layer of leather armor over his chest. He took out his sword and shield, ready for the worst as he scanned the entrance of the cave for traps. It was certainly big enough to hold something bigger than he was… he just hoped it wasn’t a bear. That would be a pretty disappointing adventure…

Arn stepped inside, working his way deeper. There were the occasional cracks in the stone that provided hints of sunlight, but he had to resort to taking out a lantern. He hung it on his hips like his grandpa taught him, keeping his hands free to keep his weapons ready. His eyes adjusted to the low darkness as he kept walking for minutes and minutes without finding anything worse than a few flies.

Then it appeared. The lantern’s light finally hit a woman’s deep purple face. One of the eyes were missing and her pale blue hair was done up in twintails. Cracks and creases were visible on her skin, and while she looked somewhere in her early 20s, it implied a much greater age than that. She was dressed in tattered old clothes, barely covering her small chest and narrow belly before moving on to some loose-fitting trousers. She wore some simple shackles that had been broken ages ago, by the looks of the busted chains on the edges.

“Hey.” The zombie spoke simply and broke into a smug smile. Arnold tried to pretend his scream was a battle cry as he thrust his sword into her upper belly. The zombie stared at him with her one gray-blue eye but blinked with both eyelids. They settled halfway down in an unimpressed frown.

“Seriously?” she asked sarcastically. She rolled her eye and brushed some hair from her face. “That how humans say hey these days? They scream and stab you? That’s some old school shit, dude.”

“Er… what?” Arn asked. He still had his sword stuck inside her, not sure if he should pull out and try again. She didn’t seem to mind it, for better or worse.

“Oh, so you speak Common!” the zombie said in a sarcastically bright and happy tone. “Super! How about you start with ‘Yo’ next time? I hear ‘hello’ is very popular in some parts.”

The monster jerked away from him with a quick gesture, the sword still stuck in her stomach. She reached into her top, fishing around in her bra before she took out a small box of cigarettes. She stuck one between her purple lips and flicked her thumb, scraping its nail along her index finger to create a flicker of flame. She raised it to her cigarette and took a deep breath, blowing it out her mouth, eye socket, and the new hole in her stomach.

“Sorry. Haven’t had my nicotine for the day. I just came out this far to sneak in my smokes.”

The girl took the sword by the hilt, yanking it out and handing it back to Arnold. He took it carefully.

“So I’m Nails. How ‘bout you?”

“Hi… I’m Arnold,” the boy answered with obvious confusion on his face.

“Cute. So whatcha doing down here? I thought humans didn’t like the dark,” the zombie asked conversationally. She went on nursing her cigarette between her words.

“I mean… I came looking for monsters,” Arnold admitted, still rather blindsided by the casual undead.

“Oh, sure. C’mon. I’ll take ya to ‘em.” Nails gestured for Arnold to follow as she walked off into the darkness. He barely hesitated as he followed her lead, weaving deeper into the caves with his weapon ready. Nails didn’t seem to be a threat, but he had to wonder what terrible creatures she knew to be selling them out like this.

He got his answer quickly enough. Nails stopped short and thrust out her arm, catching him in the chest to make him do the same. A dull light hit his eyes, which was more than the cave had provided so far. They had reached a ledge with glowing mushrooms growing out of the walls below. A few yards down, there were houses. Not just huts or cottages but properly built houses with front porches and chimneys and welcome mats that made it look as cozy as the villages Arn had been to, if not more so. ​​​​​​​

“That’s Tunnelston. Just about every monster in a hundred miles lives or visits here,” Nails explained. She nodded towards a wooden ladder mounted nearby.

“You’ll probably want to use that way.”

“What about y-?” Arn started, but the zombie just stepped off the ledge like she was turning a corner. Her body dropped abruptly and there was a visceral snap a split second later. Arn winced, even after trying to stab her a few minutes ago, and peeked over the edge. She was in a mangled heap, but her calm and cool expression hadn’t changed. She twisted and snapped in a few directions, seeming to unbreak her legs and stick her arm back in its socket.

“I figured you can’t do that,” Nails shrugged as she dusted herself off. “Plus I just think ladders are annoying. Now you want me to show you around or what?”

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Arn followed Nails’ lead. He had his sword at the ready at first, but it quickly became apparent that he wasn’t going to need it. A pair of mermaids lounged in a shallow pool behind their house. A harpy tended a hanging garden while waving to the two of them, never giving Arn more than a second glance. A pair of elven women, taller and slimmer than any woman he’d seen in town, calmly discussed the color of their house while occasionally changing it with a flick of their magical fingers.

“So that’s the shop,” Nails explained, pointing out a slightly longer building. “The goblin family runs that one. They’ll buy or sell just about anything you need, but the Selkie Sisters like to hang out behind the store with some rare finds of theirs. The roads out to Canyan and Understone are that way. Annnd this is Billed the golem. She handles housing around here.”

Nails came to a stop and gestured to the broad-shouldered creature. It was made of clay with no apparent sex to it between its thick facial features and heavy work apron lined with tools. Arn had barely noticed they were approaching her from all the bewildering sights he’d already passed by, even with her one hand turned into a large mallet that was pounding nails into a broad piece of wood.

“Heya, Nails,” the golem greeted in a low but cheerful woman’s voice. “New face in town?”

“Yea, this is Arnie. He’s probably gonna need a place to stay.”

“Well, wait a minute…” Arn started. “I wasn’t planning on staying here.”

“Oh yea? Where were you planning on staying then?” Nails demanded casually.

“I… have a tent…” he muttered.

“Yea, so you don’t have a place,” Nails scoffed. “Besides, I told ya. Monsters pass through this neck of the underground all the time. You’re bound to pass through here again.”

“And don’t worry about paying,” Billed assured with a wave of her thick, non-mallet hand. “I’m sure you’ll be a big enough help around town. I can have the whole place done for you by tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Arn asked, looking shocked at the clay creature.

“Yup. I’m sure somebody around town will be happy to lend you a room until then,” the golem said cheerily.

“Not it,” Nails said dryly, raising her hand. Billed laughed and shook her stony head. Even the calm gesture came with a low grinding of stone.

“Yea, we know. I’m surprised you even gave the new guy a tour,” the construct carpenter chuckled. “Just take him by Brana’s place. You know she’s always got an extra bed or two to spare, and she’s a sweet lady.”

“Orc,” Nails filled in. Arn gave a short sigh of relief at the bit of trivia. Hearing ‘a sweet lady’ gave him a mental image that he knew wasn’t going to be accurate down here in Tunnelston.

“I’ll get ‘em over there,” the zombie said with a dismissive wave. “I’m fine with that if it means you do the actual work.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less of you, McCoffin.” The golem flashed a stony eyelid towards Arn as she lifted a stack of wood half as tall as he was with ease. “Welcome to the neighborhood, new guy.”

The casually dressed zombie walked back into the middle of town, passing by the cozy little houses and small businesses. A bar, a bakery, a restaurant with a cute cyclops girl on rollerblades taking orders… he wouldn’t have believed monsters did all this unless he’d seen it for himself. Nails elbowed him in the side to get his attention, bouncing off his armor with a dull clunk..

“Quit staring so much. You look like a tourist,” she advised.

“Sorry. I just never saw any monsters behave like this... and are there only women here?”

“Mostly. The grown males of the village tend to go out into the tunnels to make runs gathering food or trading supplies between settlements. Old tradition down here. But if you’re looking for some male company, there’s always Goom at the gym.”

The zombie pointed towards a long building with a glass panel over much of its front. He could see a massive blue troll covered in muscles and wearing a spandex one piece as he lifted weights. He squatted up and down with comically oversized barbells over his shoulders, shaking the building with his motivated grunts.

“But he’s a little extreme. Half the people just go to him for tips and advice rather than try to keep up with his workout routines.”

“And you guys really don’t attack people down here?” Arnold asked, an almost hopeful tone to his voice.

“I think there was a dire mole that got in here once like… fifty years ago? Somethin’ like that,” the casual zombie dismissed. “But the scouting parties are out there taking out the real dangerous stuff, so we don’t have to worry about ‘em. Reminds me. One more stop before we get you to Brana.”

Nails veered off to one side, tugging on Arn’s sleeve. He stumbled after her into an alley where she squatted in front of him and quickly undid his belt. Arn panicked and reached for his weapon, but barely had his hand on the hilt when Nails caught her hand on it as well. She held it down with surprising strength for her lean body.

“Keep it in its sheath, bro,” she assured him. “And take this bad boy out instead.”

The smoky-smelling zombie slid a cool hand into the human’s pants. The slight chill was brief as his balls warmed her palm and fingers, something that got a devilish grin to cross Nails’ face. Arn shuddered at the tingling sensation of the undead slacker pulling his cock out into the open air. The streets weren’t bustling to begin with, giving them plenty of secrecy in the shade of the alley as she passionately kissed and licked his cock.

“What was… this for?” Arn gasped as his head spun. He was old and decent looking enough that he’d slept with a couple girls around his village, but he’d never dreamed of having sex with a monster.

“Told you,” Nails sighed as she nuzzled his wet cock like a cat with a prize. “Guys aren’t common around here. I’d be crazy to pass up on a chance like this. Just lean back and enjoy yourself.”

Nails shoved her mouth over his cock, moaning as she sealed her lips and tongue around it. She started to bob her head rapidly, making a hasty meal of his shaft. She even sucked hard and fast enough that he felt the head of his cock curve as it hit the back of her mouth. He had started to throatfuck her as the deepthroating zombie didn’t seem to enjoy it a fraction less, whether from the fact that she didn’t have to breathe or that she was just that big of a slut down here.

She still relished his dick like it was one of her cigarettes, sucking and clenching her mouth covetously. The inside of her face tightened like she was trying to swallow him down further when he gasped and gripped her hair, cumming deep enough that it must have gone straight into her stomach. Nails emitted some soft squishing noise before she smacked her lips, removing them from his dick with a subtle trail of saliva and dark lipstick. Arn simply leaned back against the wall, feeling delighted but exhausted.

“That’s the good shit,” Nails grunted as she wiped off her mouth. She gave Arn an affectionate pat on the thigh before he thought to hastily clean himself up and pull his pants back on. “Haven’t had one of those in ages. Better than I remember.”

Nails stood back up and lit another cigarette, puffing it in and out with a content sigh.

“So are all the women around here like that?” Arn asked, his mind still racing from the last couple minutes.

“Oh definitely,” Nails said with a rapid nod. “You so much as say the word and just about anyone in town would be down for some of that action. Probably more.”

She winked at their newest visitor and nodded back towards the main road. She took him a few more houses down until they reached one painted with a gentle sky blue. Some comfortable rocking chairs were on the front porch in a way that proposed they were for anyone who wanted to use them. Nails went right past them and knocked on the door.

A woman opened the door with a warm smile, which made for a strange combination of first impressions. She wore an apron over a simple dress, giving her a distinctly housewife look. Both were pushed far out by a pair of breasts the size of prize-winning pumpkins. She was also clearly an orc, built with broad shoulders, thick arms and a strong jaw with full lips. She had smooth, dark red hair that ran far down her back. She was a little over six feet tall, adding to both her orcish and motherly appearance. She wiped some flour off her broad hands onto her paron.

“Nails, sweetie! How are you?” she gushed in a warm voice. She stooped down enough to hug the zombie tightly in her arms. They bulged with a visible muscle as her huge breasts swelled up against the smaller undead.

“Hey, Bra. We got a new guest in town. Billed said you’d have a place for him to stay. This is Arn. He’s a human or somethin’.”

“Oh absolutely! What a treat! We never get your kind down here! Welcome!”

Brana looked genuinely delighted as she set aside her apron. She hung it over one of the chairs as she went right to Arn and bearhugged him off his feet. The human let out a low grunt as his gear and armor clattered from the crushing squeeze. The strange mix of sweat and baking emanated off her, especially with his face mashed into the orc milf’s seemingly bottomless cleavage. He sucked in a breath of fresh air as soon as he was dropped.

“My but you’re a little one, aren’t you? I haven’t seen a human in so long to remember,” Brana chimed. “Well I’ll put some meat on your bones in no time. Anytime you need something to eat, you can come see auntie Brana, okay?”

“I don’t even eat,” Nails piped in, leaning around from behind the orc. “And she still makes me eat. Get used to it.”

Once Arn had his breath back (and a lingering erection), he nodded. “Okay. Thanks, ma’am. I’d just been having trail rations for a while…”

“Oh, that won’t do!” Brana blurted. She caught him around the waist and hoisted him over her shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes.

“Those things are full of salt and hardly enough vitamins. Come now. I just put meat pies in the oven. We can get you washed up and comfortable while they finish.”

Brana set up his bedroom while she loaned Arn her bathtub, which did feel good after his short time on the road and tromping through a dungeon. He felt comfortable enough in the mundane but cozy house to set his weapons and armor aside when he went to the dinner table. And her pies really were outstanding. He had prodded cautiously at them at first before he recognized it as mostly chicken and no signs of it being human meat. She proudly rattled off the ingredients, most of which were species of livestock he had only heard of in grandpa’s stories. Two of the small but packed pies perfectly filled his belly.

“That was amazing,” he summed up as the brawny woman gathered his dishes. “Where did you learn to cook like that?”

“Oh, a few tricks from my mother. Mostly, cooking for a full family will do that to you.”

Arn looked around the house, not seeing any signs of anybody else living here. Not even extra sets of shoes or coats on the hangers of the comfy house.

“Do they still live here?” he asked.

“Ohhh no,” she tutted like that was a ridiculous thought. “My boys grew up and joined the caravans, and my husband ran off with some floozy of a medusa. Last I heard, she’d turned him into a statue and ran off with his gold, so it serves him right.”

Brana nodded confidently as she tossed the dishes into her sink. “So I take care of the locals when they need a helping hand.”

“That’s really nice of you,” Arn admitted as he eyes her big figure. He remembered what Nails had told him about the local monsters. “But a shame about your husband. He’d be pretty crazy to leave a lady like you.”

Brana giggled and smiled widely. It clearly had the effect he was hoping for as she bent over far enough to kiss him on the cheek. Her soft, warm lips felt amazing, even with the faint pressure of tusks just behind them.

“Well aren’t you a little sweetheart? Your mama must be proud to know she raised such a polite and handsome young man. I should be so lucky to have married a guy like you.”

It felt about as open an invitation as he was going to get. He rubbed at his moist cheek and nodded. “I don’t know if you got the bed ready for me yet, but if it’s not… I’d be happy to spend the night in your bed. I don’t want to put you through all the trouble of preparing another room.”

Brana blushed, a dull blue shade added to her dark green cheeks. “Oh my! I suppose… that would save us some time, now wouldn’t it?” she asked, sheepishly toying with the short claws on her fingertips.

“Sounds lovely! No sense in having that big bed when it’s always half empty. I’ll scrounge up some extra pillows for you so you can sleep tight in your auntie’s bed.”

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It was clear that neither intended to use the bed for sleeping. As modest as she acted, she was an orc in the end and subtlety and patience were not among their virtues. He had dressed down to his shorts and found that Brana slept entirely nude (or maybe this was a special occasion). Her thick figure was a fascinating mountain of muscle and motherly curves kept him guessing as he stared at her lounging in the bed. He mustered his courage he’d intended to use for slaying monsters and climbed into bed to lay with one instead.

Her strong arms wrapped around him promptly but gently before drawing him closer to her body. Arn’s cock peaked and leaked a drop of precum as he felt his body rest against the huge blobs of breast meat. Her hard nipples were the size of his thumbs, as he quickly found out using his exploring hands. He lightly pinched the fat nubs and Brana moaned as Arn felt her powerful arms flex around him, squeezing him tightly enough that a few joints cracked.

“Oh, baby, yes!” she sighed softly, turning her face down to lock her bedroom eyes with his. She cupped his chin with the curve of her clawed fingers and pressed her face into his, burying his waiting lips with her plumper ones. The big woman’s hands pressed against his back, trapping him against her even if he had considered trying to escape. The thought never crossed his mind as he extended his tongue, sliding it past her lips.

Brana moaned and opened her mouth to let him in, making him feel even smaller in comparison to her. Her broad mouth held a larger tongue than his that pushed and tossed him around with the slightest effort, and he felt the tender organ sliding past fangs as well as the solid tusks of her lower jaw. He bolstered his courage and continued to fondle the breasts too big for him to lift for more than a couple seconds as he made out with the lusty milf.

Her needy impatience caught up to her as the musclebound mother rolled into him, pinning him under her incredibly dense body. Her hanging breasts bobbed down into his face as she mounted his cock, instinctively guiding it deep inside her. Her vagina was certainly bigger and looser than the girls he had been with, but it was also greener. There was bound to be some difference, he supposed.

The power behind her thrusts, though. On her third drop of her hips, she had found the rhythm and angle she desired. It brought all of her impressive weight crashing down on him, making her tits flop and abs clench as her muscular thighs squeezed his hips. Arn was glad he had taken the time to rest and refuel with his dinner, because he couldn’t imagine going through this right after getting blown by Nails. A small part of his mind assured him that he would build up more stamina with practice; an early sign of his changing priorities in the moment.

Brana’s soft voice turned to low and husky grunts as she rode his cock. He wasn’t sure if he was big enough to actually please her, but the building wetness of her pussy stroked his cock in assurance. Just to be sure, he made a point to run his hands over her muscular thighs and belly whenever he didn’t have his hands full keeping her tits from crushing him. He ended up settling on holding onto her hands as he latched his mouth onto one of her nipples. He started sucking gently, but as they both became more passionate, he bit and tugged on it more aggressively. The warrior woman of a housewife clearly appreciated it as she arched her back, wailing as his pinching teeth drew something warm and wet over his tongue. It wasn’t a familiar taste, but he quickly realized he had started drawing milk from the orcish beauty.

She did the same to him soon enough. Her slamming hips left a few bruises around his thighs in the heat of the moment, but it was all such shocking pleasures that he had to cum inside her before long. She squeezed his hands in her large, warm ones, a mix of delight and assurance as a broad, warm smile crossed her face. Arn bucked and shuddered beneath her, barely budging the pinning heavyweight. He flopped back onto the bed and panted, taking a few feeble licks at her nipple closest to him.

“There’s my good boy,” she purred as she stroked his cheek, brushing some sweaty hair from his forehead. “Auntie’s little warrior.”

She bent down and planted another kiss on his lips before shifting gently to one side. Arn blinked at her in confusion before shifting over to hug one muscular arm.

“Did you like it?” he pried self-consciously. “Was that enough? Because I could go again… in a couple minutes,” he added begrudgingly.

“It was fine, precious,” Brana assured him. “Best I’ve had in ages. You’re such a sweet little man, I just wouldn’t want to break you on your first night.”

Arn nodded wearily, conceding to her experience and assurances.

“You did so well I can’t wait until tomorrow night. I’m sure you’ll do even better every time you try,” Brana praised as she hugged the naked human to her solid body.

“About that… Billed said she was making me my own house. Do uh… do I have to stay there when I can just stay here?”

Brana chuckled knowingly. “You can do whatever you like. Nobody’s going to make you stay or make you stay anywhere particular. You still might want to keep a place like that handy. If you want to spend time with your friends, you might want to take them there instead of to your auntie’s house.”

Arn nodded. That did make sense. No harm in keeping some extra space if he was going to stay here… which suddenly dawned on him was exactly what he felt like doing. This had already been more rewarding than going on a traditional adventure for the mere chance of treasure or death.

“And you can store all sorts of things in there. Which reminds me, you probably won’t need that armor and such anytime soon. If you want to check in the morning, I bet Rye down at The Gob Shop will give you a pretty penny for that sort of thing. She’s always making deals with guys that come passing through…”