Early apologies to anyone who follows me who actually reads my shit
I beg you not to judge me okay I’m still questioning and exploring this new thing I have discovered-
So I’ve noticed there’s lots of monster boy/human girl or monster girl/human boy in the teratophilia tag but?? Where’s my human boy/monster boy?? Human girl/monster girl??
A 10'0 tall monster with scales and horns and curved claws wrapped around his 5'8 tall human with freckles and soft spiky hair and a cocky grin because hey, look, my true love is this huge, terrifying monster who’s actually a marshmallow.
A 9'8 tall demon with feathers and spikes and long teeth carrying her 5'4 blonde, chubby and angelic girlfriend on her shoulder with a proud look because she has the best human who loves her even though she’s non-human and her human is just as proud because her monster is so sweet and kind and shy around her.
The piles of tablets he needed to pick through before lunch
were all knocked on the floor next to his desk, the holo displays overhead were
chock full of windows marked urgent but were entirely ignored. Jack didn’t want
any distractions; he needed all his focus as he wiggled a familiar clip on tie
across his desk top.
“Get it, you freakin’ adorable beanie baby lookin’ buttface,
kill it,” Jack cooed at the small
tottering kitten that swatted at the red silk. The kitten mewled, a big sound
for such a tiny thing, opening its tiny mouth so wide its eyes scrunched up. It
kept trying to pull back, to ignore the tie, but as soon as Jack would give it
a wiggle sure enough a potato sized puff ball would latch onto it with awkward
“That’s it, shred this piece of shit. You’re gonna thank me
later, kitten,” Jack snorted,
repeating the endearment under his breath and chuckling while the fur ball on
his desk grasped the clothe and flopped onto its back, chewing at the fabric
and kicking at the tie with its back feet.
The puff bean was growling properly now with all its micro
fury, snagging and tugging threads out of place, when Jack’s ECHO went off. He
considered turning his ECHO off before reading the incoming caller’s ID, and
sighing dramatically. With a grimace he answered, flipping the call on speaker
so he could tug the tie and drag the pissed kitten across the desk.
“Whatchya got?” Jack drawled.
“S-so it’s permanent,” came a shaky feminine voice. There
was an audible gulp.
“Huh. Well R and D’s airlock or mine?” Jack smirked, letting
the little tiny baby cat chew on his fingers as it lost interest in the tie.
“Sir, before I answer that it’s my duty to inform you that
while the change is permanent we are pretty sure we can have him go through an
augmented exposure, one set to change him back but, um, not back but reform
things again so that – “
“Ugh, shut it nerd. Now how sure is pretty sure?” Jack interrupted,
holding one paw between his fingers while the kitten took on an offended
backwards ear tilt as it tried and failed to take its paw back.
“V-very! So sure, we are just,” there was a weird dry
sounding gasp, “we are so totally sure. One hundred percent.”
“Mmmkay. See ya in ten,” with that Jack hung up. Scratching
at his stomach he manhandled the kitten, bracing his hand under its soft tummy
and picking it up in a way that all legs dangled free. There was a small cry as
Jack stood, then came shivering all throughout the little tater tot’s body.
“Oh, yeah. You’re afraid of heights,” Jack mumbled. Shifting
his hold Jack cradled an arm to his front, bracing his kitten between his arm
and his chest. He briefly locked eyes with the kitten before it tucked its face
nervously into the crook of Jack’s elbow.