Monster au. Takes place in modern world au. Inspired by SCP abnormalities.
You're a photographer for a wildlife protection organization based in New York. Your job is to travel to exotic places and snap photos of endangered species. It lead to some fun and unique experiences. You met interesting creatures. You swam with sea turtles. You sat at the edge of watering holes with elephants. You hung on trees with sloths and became the perches for macaws. It seems animals had a natural draw to you. You love them and happy your job helps them.
You are blessed to have a very rich but mysterious founder who visits the media office you work at often and is excited to hear your stories. He was an interesting man. Tall and thin. With pale skin and long silky black hair. He wore nice suits. He had many ambitions. He owned and funded many scientific facilities that focus on getting animals off of the endangered list. It's a noble goal. But he always gave off an odd vibe. He asked lots of questions about the weirder things you've seen. It seems like he was a true believer in the weird and unusual. Like monsters and aliens. You however, are more skeptical of such things. The human brain is a tricky thing and will make up things. All these monsters are a result from local superstition. Some stories more popular than others. It's probably just an animal doing something that a human brain took out of context and in confusion.
At the moment, you are on assignment in the deep swamps of The Everglades. There's going to be a statement piece about the nature of the strange area and your boss backed it. He commissioned you to take the photos for the project. It's a place full of mystery and is apparently host to many cryptids. It was a spooky place. The deeper you go the more wild it gets. Just off putting with all the loud nature noises and real isolation from the untameable foliage. And the heat! The heat alone was probably enough to trick people into seeing things! It's a gross kind of heat where the humidity just stuck to your skin and it felt like it was cooking your brain.
After a large drink of water, you return to your sightseeing. Your little rowboat was drifting slowly along the river. You grab your camera and bring it up to your face. You turn to focus the lens as you look around to the trees and thick bushes for any sort of creatures. Your assignment wasn't really special. Just gather a few rolls of pictures for the project. They didn't ask for anything in particular other than the natural beauty of the somewhat dangerous swamp. The Everglades is full of life! It hasn't been hard. And there's no Bigfoots or Mothmen about. Nor a big stinky ape that's apparently lived there for years. The scariest and rarest thing you've seen was a Florida panther. You even got a good snap of it! That'll make the boss happy. It maybe no monster but the Florida panther was a threatened species.
Before you know it, the sun is starting to set. Even more bugs were biting you with the heat dropping enough for them to emerge. Crickets are beginning to sing their tunes. Same with the toads. You've seen plenty by the banks today. Hm... must be mating season. But you got to take plenty of pictures of them! You've seen plenty of grumpy looking males sitting by the water alone, awaiting a mate to come their way. Heheh poor suckers. Unfortunately, you don't have the tech with you to take quality night shots. It was too much to pack in your bag. The boat was fairly small. It couldn't hold all of your equipment anyways. It could barely fit you and another person.
It's time to head back to your hotel. It's a long way back and you've already stayed too late. You began rowing backwards. To not further add to habitat destruction, you stuck with the rowboat. No gas or motors for you! Plus the noise pollution would have scared off the animals. It's not so bad. Just a sick arm workout. A half hour into your journey home, something went wrong.
Your right oar got stuck. Uh oh. You yank. Something pulls back. Uh oh. You pull harder with both hands. No dice! The waterweeds were a big fan of your oar. Or maybe a very confused alligator. There's been a few munches on your boat today from the hungry creatures attempting to eat the wood. But they've left your oars alone. It's like they were just messing with you now! The handle slipped from your grip and flew into the murky water.
Shit!
Now what?
You watch the water. Your oar is lost forever. It's going to be twice as much work to row yourself back to the dock! That problem maybe the least of your worries as something pale skims the water for a moment. It doesn't look like any sort of creature you've seen before.
The dark water moves again. The nature around you has gone silent, a sign that there's a predator nearby. You are but a human who has no heightened instincts and your guard raises from the strange atmosphere. A grey object began to float to the surface. A gasp of surprise leaves you when a pale hand bursts through the water. You jump back and crawl to the other side of your boat. The fingers grabbed the edge of the boat. They're webbed. Thin translucent sheets of red tinted skin webbed it's fingers together. Long sharp nails grip into the wood as it hoists itself up. The boat tips, but your weight counteracts it from tipping over. A curtain of thick white hair hides the face of the creature as it emerges. It's body is big. At least over six feet. All of it was defined muscles. And uh... it appeared to be a boy. His dick simply hanging free in the breeze.
There were inhuman features as well. His feet were clawed and webbed as well. The vertebrae of his spine was more pronounced down his back. There are gill looking slits along its ribs. A thin layer of skin moved up and down over the red plates underneath as if gasping for air. Faint red stripes decorated his body. Like old painted Japanese art. With swirls and waves. The pattern was symmetrical with the red lines matching up if the line of symmetry was down his body horizontally.
He lifted his head and the hair split apart to reveal the face. He had a profile that belonged on a coin! Strong and pointed. He turned his head to face you. A set of black flat pupil eyes stare at you. They dart around to take you in as quickly as possible. Red lines ran down his cheeks from his eyes. Another set of lines started at the inner corners of his eyes. They went down for an inch or so before taking a hard right angle to draw a line away from the centre of his face and across his cheeks to the hairline. His nose was a little wide with raised bumps like a toad's skin. He had the bumps on a few parts of his body actually. A few on his elbows and knees. Same with his shoulders and by the raised vertebrae of his spine. He looks like a cross between a man, a fish, and a toad. And if he had the normal clock of a human, maybe to look to be in his thirties?
"Grarwl?" He made a noise. Like a cross between a croak and a moan. He tilted his head in question.
"W-What? What do you want?" You stammer out. This creature barely computed in your head. It's a monster! They do exist! Or at least one does! Some sort of toad man was eyeing you up.
"Waaannnttt..." he slowly drawled out the word. His voice is deep and truly croaky. His brows go down in confusion.
So it can talk? Just how intelligent is this thing? He seems to understand at some sort of level. You freeze up as the monster approaches you. There's no malice or anger in his surreal eyes. Just curiosity. The type of pure curiosity like that of a child or puppy.
"Want? Want. What want?" He parroted the words at you. He smiled to reveal rows of sharp teeth. "Want want want want want!"
This is confusing. What does he want? The creature was squatted on his knees. He wrapped his wet strong arms around your back. His nose squished against yours. His breath smelt like... blood. Animal blood most likely. Unless he has a taste for human? Was this the end? Is this strange abnormality going to eat you?
"Graw..." The creature moaned again. It's clearly that of lust. "Want!"
O-Oh! That's what he wants? Heat rises to your cheeks. He wants to fuck. The croaks of toads grew louder. Is he on the same cycle as his amphibious friends? It sounds like they are egging him on. His breathing gets heavier. His head buried between your boobs as he groaned.
"Want!..." He moaned again. He looked up at you and blinked curiously. "Want?"
Oh... was he asking you? It looks like this creature is aware enough to know what consent is. Just how smart is he? What can he learn? Just... Just so many questions! You glance down to his stiffening cock, then back to his eyes. He just awaits your reaction. He's got a nice size on him. And hey, just how many opportunities are out there to fuck a cryptid? Not a lot.
Hm.
Fuck it. He's pretty attractive.
You caress his jaw and hold his head. "Want~!" You reply in a sultry voice.
"Ah! Want!" He was thrilled! His face lit up with excitement. The creature sat down on his knees and straightened his posture. He looked you up and down. His hands grab your thighs on the fabric of your shorts. He looks at your crotch in confusion. His lips pulled back into a tight line as he stared at the seam where a hole should be.
The concept of clothing is confusing him. You giggle. What a cutie! You unbutton your shorts. You pull them down. Realization hits the creature and he grabs them. Your legs fly up as he pulls them off upwards. Your heels land on his shoulders and he rubs your bare leg as he inspects your panties with the same amount of critical thinking. He figured it out. With confidence, the cryptid pulls on your panties. He grabbed it by the waistband and pulled. You maneuver your leg to pop your foot out of the leg hole before setting it back down on his shoulders. He blinked in wonder at what lay between your legs.
"Do you know what to do? I imagine it's pretty self explanatory." You ask with a bemused smile. You reach down and touch yourself. He watches in fascination.
"Oh..." he hummed. He liked watching this. Watching your fingers rub and dive inside of you sent tingles in his stomach and something warm pooled in his pelvis. He curiously touches himself. "Ah..." Thats good.
It's exciting him. His free hand grabs your leg and he pulls you closer. He pants through his parted lips as he stroked himself off to the same pace as you. You grab his hand and bite your lip. The smile he gives you is drunk with lust and he tilts his head in question. Why make him stop?
"Put it in. I want!" You tell him.
The creature gasps. He does as you request. He puts his hand under your lower back and pulls you towards him. He moves his hips at the same time. You cry out as you get speared on the monster's length. He sits there for a few moments just breathing. His expression looks lost. Almost hazy in the pleasure your pussy was providing him. What a wonderful feeling. He looks down at you. You look at him. You're panting too. Your legs are tense. This was turning out to be very fun. You are the perfect mate for him.
You grip the sides of the boat. You can't restrain your cries as he began to thrust. He held your hips as he moved his. He can't help but stare in wonder at you. The feeling this was giving him was insane! Does it always feel so good? The wonderful thing between your legs was so tight and wet. It's squeezing his cock in the right way. It feels better than anything he's ever done for himself. And the noises you make! He wants to listen to them forever!
The power behind his thrusts were hard. His skin slaps against yours and ripples up your spine. The cryptid is fucking you with fully enthusiasm and strength. You've never had it so good! God, it was like this monster was made for you! If only you knew it's name! You'd be screaming it to the high heavens. He bent over top of you, forcing you to bend in two. You keep your legs on his shoulders. The fit feels even tighter with your legs forced together from this angle.
The boat is rocking wildly with the motions. You chance letting go of the sides to hold his face. He looks confused by the action, but likes it. Your hands are gentle and dry. They hold his jaw and cheeks in such an affectionate way. He stares at you curiously. You don't break eye contact as he makes you cum. You go stiff and squeal a high pitched note. He pauses in surprise.
"Grawl?" He chirps the question if you're okay.
"Ah!.. Keep going!" You beg him. "Want! Want more!"
Your monstrous lover moaned at your insistence and continued to fuck you. He grabbed the back of your thighs and spread them apart. Your legs fall off his shoulders and rest on his forearms. You don't have any strength to keep them up anyways. They are shaking from the strain he's putting them under.
The stamina of this creature was godly! He didn't slow down for anything after your request. Since he gave you no name, all you screamed was the word 'want' over and over. You could barely breathe in between each thrust to do so. You probably won't be able to walk after this pelvis pounding session. But you really don't care. This is the best sex you've ever gotten, and it's from a humanoid. You would have believed in them sooner if you knew this is what they can do!
He gasped before resting his face on your chest. His fingers dig into the flesh of your back. He chirps and cries like the amphibians he resembles. The points of his sharp teeth graze your skin, but never pierced it. He's never had a mate before! It's better than how his toad friends explain it to him. Their croaks that sang along the shoreline encourage him to keep going until he's had his fill. He's not sure when that's going to be.
You push on his shoulders. He follows your lead and sits up. You hold on and sit up with him. You unhook you're shaky legs from his arms. He whines and grabbed your hips when you pulled away from him. It's unfortunate but you had to in order to flip over. The wood of the boat meets your knees and you hold onto it. If this is for mating purposes, then might as well commit to the most primal position.
Your beloved monster didn't need to be told what to do. His nails dig into your hips to the point of drawing blood. He anchored you to your spot with his brute strength. His hips start up again at a blinding pace. The wet sound of his pelvis hitting your ass was loud enough to echo in the river. It's as intense as it sounds. His dick is hitting all the right places inside of you. He's fucking you hard enough not just to feel it up your spine, but all the way to tingle your brain stem. Your shoulders become tense and knotted from the strain. You're close to falling over and just going limp from exhaustion just to take it. You're getting fucked silly at this point. He's moaning in unrestrained pleasure from how good you feel to him. It's hard to breath.
Then your body goes stiff again. The warm wet walls that chambered his cock contracted around him for a tighter fit. That feeling pools in his belly again like his abdomen wants to fold in on itself. His breath hitches with a new overwhelming sensation.
Everything in your body tenses again. You hold your breath. Your face furrows in pleasured concentration. Your beloved monster gasped in a sharp breath and his hips jerked out of rhythm. You cry out with him when his hips burrow against your ass. Every inch is hard and throbbing with that building need now fulfilled as he finished inside of you. He rolls his hips to milk the sensation for as long as possible. Your own hips buck and your mouth hangs open as your own orgasm is lasting throughout this process.
After several moments you relax. Your forehead hits the hard wood of the boat. You take a long time just to breathe. Your chest is moving deeply so you can catch your breath. The heat from the area had dropped and the sun had set. It's dark out but the stars in your vision make it bright. Once you regain your strength, you sit up. You smile at your lovely cryptid and turn around.
He gasps when it forced you and him apart. He quite liked having himself inside of you. It was hot and welcoming. It felt right. You put your arms around him, which was comforting to him. It was nice to be close to you. You press your lips against his. It was quite clear that he wasn't familiar with this process. His lips stay firm and unsure on yours. You purse yours more insistently to encourage him. It clicks and his lips purse as well. It's a little clumsy, but not bad.
This isn't something he's familiar with. But it did feel nice. It must be a mating tradition from where you are from. He puts his arms around you, wanting you close. He wants more of you. What a lovely human you are. Close to being like him... but so different. He likes that about you. You are the first human crazy enough to do this. All the other ones he's met run away from him. Which he doesn't understand why. He likes these creatures that look the closest to him. But they don't like him... well you like him. That was enough to hold on.
"Want?" He asked. He furrowed his brows and pressed his lips against yours in a better attempt to kiss you.
"I don't think I can go again." You sigh. You trace the red line going down his cheek.
He tilts his head at you curiously. He pokes his finger against your lips. You smile and peck his lips. He chirps that toady note at you with a grin. He likes you. He nuzzles his cheek against yours.
"Mine." Your creature purred at you.
"Oh.." You trail off. You sit back to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry... but I can't stay."
"Stay?..." He repeated the word with a confused frown.
You shake your head. "I go. I have a home."
"Home..." His expression falls with the word as he speaks it.
Oh he looks so sad. He understood what was happening and he clearly didn't like it. A part of you wishes to take this creature with you. He's intelligent. He's not bad to look at. It seems like a waste that he's stuck here. He has potential to speak and compose himself like a normal person.
But it's also immoral. Just because he's humanish doesn't mean you have a right to remove him from his habitat. Like any animal, he has the right to be free. And society certainly won't accept something that looks like him into their cities and homes warmly. He might get shot or worse! Experimented on! Poor thing. He'll live his best life here in the swamps.
"I'll come back next year." You promise him.
"Mine?... Want?" He inquires sadly.
"Yes, I'm yours. But I live far away." You pet his damp hair away from his face. "I'll be back. So we can do this again, okay?"
"Again." He nods slowly.
The creature is barely understanding you, but he seems to get the idea. His mate will return in the spring. Just like how the mates of his toad companions return when the flowers bloom. He'll miss you. He does that nice thing with his lips pressed against yours before pulling back. If feels cold without him against you. He crouches by the other end of the boat and looked back at you. You smile at him and wave goodbye. He mimics it in a way that you know he has no idea what the hell the gesture meant.
The boat rocked from the force when he dived back into the water. You look over the edge. Something comes flying rapidly to the surface. You flinch back as your long lost oar flies out of the water and lands into your boat. White hair breached the water a moment later followed by a set of not so human toad shaped pupils in a human like head. He flashes a smile at you.
Something possessed you to grab your camera. It's far into night now and you know that the shot won't turn out great, but you want a souvenir. He's a cryptid after all. A cryptid that fucked you senseless. You raise the device to your face to line up the shot. You take the shot and it turned out well enough. With the inky water as the backdrop to snow white hair. The moon caught his glossy eyes and lit them as they stared straight into the camera. Not bad.
Maybe you can do some research. There has to be something about this creature out there. If not, then you'll make him your cryptid. You won't post anything to keep him safe. Maybe move to Florida and visit him more often. This picture you'll keep to yourself. Something to stare at and wonder about. This is your little secret now. For his protection. Showing your boss will lead to you being practically harassed with questions from him. Plus he might fire you or something for coming into contact with the abnormality. Or even search for this lovey creature himself. Which can't end good. The boss never gave off good vibes when he talked about his obsession with the unusual.
Your cryptid continues to smile as he sunk back down into the murky water. His hair danced along the surface like waterweeds before disappearing into the darkness. The water settles and becomes calm. A shiver runs through your body. You are both sweaty and cold at the same time. Some soreness and exhaustion was already setting in. Your hips have scratch marks and bruises. Your whole pelvis almost feels cracked from the pressure it was put under. Without a doubt you'll be crab walking back to your hotel with your innermost thighs so tense and tender. Your arms still feel a little noodly. Who knows how fast you can row in this condition. A motorboat or airboat sounded much more appealing at the moment.
Sigh.
It's gonna be a long journey home. At least you've made an amazing memory with an amazing animal.
Once you got back in wifi range, you did some googling. Nothing came up like the creature you saw. But an old folklore story kept showing up in the related search. An old Japanese tale about a man named Jiraiya, who could summon toads and even turn into one. Inspired by the traits this character had and the creature you met resembling it, it felt natural to begin to refer to your cryptid by that name. You'll have to see Jiraiya again! There's plenty of questions you have to ask him about what he is. Then maybe to be his mate again. There's certainly no man who can satisfy you after that. You book this same week off next year and buy the plane tickets in preparation for the exciting future journey.