Monster Under Control

Disclaimer: Monster Allergy (c) Artibani, Barbucci, Canepa, Centomo


Chapter 1. Unleashed.

Elena sighed for the thousandth time that evening. While Bombolo, in a small basket at the foot of her bed, snored away his forgotten hunger, she lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wishing her eyes could bore into it and pierce through wood and cement, crafting perfect holes through which she could observe the evening sky. The window, of course, was an unfortunate option; every time she peeped through the thin glass, partly obscured by the nearing winter's cold mist, she would see the house one door away. She would be able to imagine the sole child living in that house. A spectacular boy with nearly pure blue hair. His dark eyes, round, soft, strength masking the once-present need to be accepted, for his differences from the norm, for his abilities, for his strange, strange love of monsters.

Elena blinked, and kept her eyes shut tightly. If only sleep came easier. Then the boy next door would be only a dream, not some...fantasy.

Yes, he was weird. And oh yes he was insane.

That way, he was perfect.

Elena had spent too many nights sorting out exactly why she was suddenly drawn to the boy. A drop of sweat followed the contours of her face as it, matched by a few forming others, dictated the heat under those thick covers. She wiggled her feet and let them fall to the floor. Now her pajamas were visible; now the obvious sweat coating her was visible. She was having a hard time keeping still. She shut her eyes tighter, but still, that Zick wouldn't leave her thoughts.


Earlier today they sat together at the Den of Pleasures for curbing the Fouler infestation in the aforementioned Pod. Several grouchy Gingis gave them contemptuous looks for the resulting stench, but they were awarded free snacks and a week-long free entry into the sludge baths that resembled a human spa. Then they were left alone to help Bobbahu mop up the filth gathering in the plumbing, but even the Hah couldn't stand the offensive odors. He left Zick and Elena, both sporting Enviro-Dom bubbles around their heads, to close up.

"Oh man, I'm tired. I don't suppose anyone would want to come here anytime soon? So we don't have to finish up immediately," Zick suggested, pulling out his inhaler from his pants pocket and taking a couple of puffs before facing his equally filth-covered companion.

"You said it. If you weren't a Tamer and all we had for protection against this stink was a gas mask, I would rather be spreading gossip for Patty and Mattie," replied a sullen Elena. She threw down her mop and carefully stepped around several smoking brown puddles toward the empty bar where Bim-Bombak's reward, a humungous strawberry sundae, waited for them. She gave it a disgusted look and stuck out her tongue. "This would've been a nice reward if we weren't consuming it in here. BLARGH."

Zick stood behind her, grasping both her hands (she squirmed at the grime on his fingers) and whispering in her ear, "Hey, maybe we could do something with our time up here."

"More monsters? MEH, even I can run out of enthusiasm for them. I wanna go home."

"I suppose you would like to give this monster a shot?"


Oh damn, Zick, thought Elena.

She was gasping now; the air was suddenly thin when she recalled the way his warm breath travelled down her neck and he delivered a single light kiss on her nape. Her entire body had shuddered for two reasons. She was secretly, impossibly ticklish there, and also, having him that close allowed a certain hard rod to brush up against the fabric of the back of her jeans. She knew what it was. Six years of being around the loner who was no closer to any other women than Bombo was closer to losing weight, she had come to know a lot about Zick's physiology. The mere mention of "this monster" sent hot fluids racing down her underwear, as much now as earlier. She squeezed her legs together just a little bit. The mild tension was relieving, but left her unable to further control the sequence of images her mind replayed...

He had slid up his left hand into her blouse, massaging her stomach, moving up to her tight cotton bra. When he felt it, he simply pressed harder on her skin, slipping under the fabric to feel her trapped breasts. His lips grazed down her neck, kissing and licking down to her shoulder bone where he felt her bra strap. With his mouth he pulled it upwards, harder, and harder, until it ripped the sleeve of her blouse and came loose.

She had been unable to move, allowing his hand to caress her small now-exposed chest, and his lips to lubricate her neck and arms. When she found the will to move she took his other hand and cupped it over her stomach, repeating his massage and adding just a little more pressure when his hand reached her panty line. She squirmed every time the feel of his unclean fingers brushed lower and lower, and soon he was cupping her bush, and her wet need was revealed. She could feel the increasing stiffness of his manhood behind her, but he was patient; he would not allow his hips to betray his own need just yet, perhaps sensing how uneasy this made her; standing completely still except for his head and arms, he treaded lightly over her sensitive areas and soon felt her spasming through a weak orgasm.

When her legs gave way, he hoisted her up and seated her on the filthy bar facing him. He kissed her lips and removed his own shirt carefully, then tossed it to a side. Her pants met the same fate, yet he kept his pants on. The bulge at his groin was obvious, however. Elena was left looking at it hungrily while Zick took his time pulling off the green lace ribbons adorning her flaming red hair, and inhaling the her scent through the stink of the remaining Foulers' waste. Before her nose could detect the ever-present reek of the grimy Pod, Zick kissed her again; something about his warm breath, something about its clean smell reversed the disgust. She realized they were now enclosed in a giant Enviro-Dom bubble, and the air inside was sanitized and at least breathable.

And she realized that all of a sudden she was laid flat on the bar, fully naked, her legs splayed and Zick kneeling below her. He had unbuttoned his pants, and the hiding monster now emerged, standing erect and angry. Elena wasted no time, licking both her hands and wrapping the precious tool in them. Zick visibly shuddered, an expectant grin on his lips, even as he continued playing her breasts. Elena sat up, finding her grip on his manhood, and began stroking gently. That patch of skin under the head was too enticing to look at, several nerves pulsing just beneath her fingers. Curiosity overtook her. What if...? No further questions, she bent down and took Zick's member into her eager mouth.

The Tamer just managed to snap out of his euphoria and stopped her from picking up the pace. His eyes showed impatience now, but no, not yet... He pushed her back viciously, restraining her arms over her head with his left hand, and proceeded to planting lustful kisses all over her breast and clit alternately. Her pleasant moans drove him to near ecstasy, fueling him with power to suck on each firm mound graciously, his excitement rocketing every time Elena squirmed. Now unable to control himself, he began bucking his hips toward her private lips, not quite entering yet. But the hot wetness from those same lips was like fire drawing a moth to itself. He didn't have to watch where he was thrusting; in three thrusts, he was inside her, grinding into her, fucking her with his entire being. Elena matched his movements by lifting her hips to take him in deeper and deeper, her face contorted in pleasure. They bathed in sweat and passion for what seemed like forever, and the licking turned into intense kissing where their pair of tongues furiously battled to entwine the other. Her legs now hugged his torso, and their arms were vaguely tangled. Zick pumped feverishly into her and finally released a thick load of semen.

All sound died down and they lay quietly, except for ragged breathing. Elena was orgasming wildly under Zick, who was halfway between passing out and trying to whisper a dazed, "I love you," as they waited for energy to return.


Elena clapped her hand over mouth to prevent the screech she emitted from coming out. She was hot and uncomfortable now that the entire memory had replayed, and her hands were trying to mimic his actions, but her fingers were too small and weak. She suppressed a frustrated groan. She was the feisty Elena, but she had been subdued. Hugged. Kissed. Fucked...violently. She had been everything but weak until that moment. Damn that Zick. She couldn't admit to herself how much she enjoyed those fleeting minutes of heaven, how much she craved for him to be thrusting all his power and love into her waiting moist and heated entrance now.

She got up, careful not to wake the sleeping Bombolo, and crept to the window. A cold draft blew past her. She admired the neighboring house, imagining how peacefully Zick was sleeping. Their escapade had tired him immensely, and after an enormous dinner at the nearest Bibbur-ska fastfood restaurant, she watched him walk on home almost blindly, and merely guided him into his room where he finally passed out.

And not a word from him since.