At Bestia U., there’s only one rule: use what you got. You’re a centaur? Our polo team is world class. Hecatoncheires? Always plenty of frosh moving in that could use a hundred helping hands. Having trouble with homework? Your friendly local sphinx can help you out.
And for me, a so-called homo occultis? Well, turns out there’s a lot of distrustful people on campus that can use the services of an invisible man.
Now, you might think that a sprite or a faerie would be just as effective being a snoop. And you wouldn’t be wrong. But the difference between myself and the fae folk is that I can keep a secret. You want to air some dirty laundry, you find a fae. You want to keep your dirty laundry to yourself, you come to me. I ’ve had some folk come to me — frosh, mostly — asking if I can get them the answer key to the final they didn’t study for. And while, yeah, I could, I learned a long time ago that you don’t bite the hand that feeds you, and Bestia fed me well.
I was sitting in my dorm, just after six, when I heard knocking on my door. A bit early for business, I thought, but I wasn’t complaining. Whoever was standing in the hall was about to help pay my tuition, after all. I walk to the door and peer through the peephole. I recognize the body — eight feet of black fur with ill-fitting clothes straining atop a wide, muscular form. Big fellas, like this sasquatch here, tended to be a little more open to my kind of snoopery — maybe because their size makes sneaking around and fingering through papers a little clumsy.
“I’m not open yet,” I say through the door. It’s true, though it wasn’t exactly like I had anything better going on. I’ve dealt with guys like this before. If you’re knocking on the door of an invisible man while the sun’s still up… you’re desperate.
“…c’mon, man. I’ll pay you extra.”
There were the magic words I was waiting for. I unlatch my door and slowly crack it open for him. “Enter,” I say. He steps in, bowing a little to keep his head from scraping the doorframe. The dorms at Bestia are built big, but even then some guys are just born lucky. “Take a seat on my bed.”
“Where… are you?” he asks, my boxspring creaking underneath his weight. I answer him silently, pulling the chair out from my desk and quickly putting on a baseball cap and sunglasses.
“This help?” I say, as he gawks at the floating articles of clothing adorning my head.
“Yeah, it’s just…” He paused, taking a gulp as he focused at the empty space where I was sitting. “Are you… naked? Y’know, because of the… floating… clothes.”
I sigh. “Like I said, I wasn’t open yet. Can’t a man enjoy the privacy of his own dorm room? Besides… it’s not like you can see me. No shame either way.”
He scratches his head, not quite sure how to reply to me. “Yeah. I guess.” Another pregnant pause.
“Well? Did you just want to ruin my mattress, or do you require my services?”
“The hell kinda guy talks like this,” he muttered under his breath. “…yeah. I think my girlfriend is cheating on me.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. We’ve been together for a few months now, and… well, our sex life has gotten icy. She used to be wild in bed, but lately she’s been pushing me away. And… well, she doesn’t know this, but I know she’s been sneaking out at night. And she’s not back until morning.”
College infidelity. A classic. “That doesn’t necessarily mean she’s cheating on you, but that’d be my guess too. What sort of monster is she?”
“She… isn’t.”
“No?” Bestia was a school for monster-kin, but it wasn’t a school only for monster-kin. There were a handful of humans here and there, too — some from big-dick monster-adjacent bloodlines going back centuries — y’know, witches and warlocks and huntsman, that sort of stuff — and some that just though us monsters were neat. In either case, this made my life a lot easier.
“No. Just… a normal human.”
“Well. I think I can handle that just fine. Now… regarding my price.” The sasquatch winced. “Two hundred fifty.”
“Two h—!?” I smiled watching his eyes bug from their sockets.
“My services cost two hundred normally, and you said you’d pay extra, didn’t you?”
“I… guess I did.”
“Listen, you want cheap, I know a pixie that would love to get in on this. She’s discreet, too… I mean, for a pixie. You know how they are.” He chewed on his cheek. I could tell he was giving it some consideration… which wasn’t my intent. “How’s about this: I’ll give you a rush job. I’ll find out what she’s up to tonight. That sound good.”
“…yeah, I guess.”
“Good. Let’s shake on it,” I said, grabbing a glove off my desk and slipping it on, extending it outward. His giant hand wrapped around my own modest one, and with that, the contract was sealed. “Now, where are your dorms?”
The best part of this job was the pay.
The worst? Standing naked outside a dormitory, waiting for someone with a key to come by and unlock the door.
It’s cold out - cold enough that I can see my own breath, which is trouble on its own. And so I had to deign to acting like any other sneaky creep — hiding in the bushes, waiting for my mark.
“Thanks for walking me back to my dorm, Jiro. And thanks for the help on the math homework,” a female voice said. I perked up — this might be her?
“It’s no problem at all, Tala,” came a masculine reply. “Although… I wouldn’t mind a bit of repayment?”
“Ssshh! Not in public, dumbass,” she said. “…c’mon, it’ll be a while before my boyfriend gets back from class. We can have a quickie.”
Yep, this is her. I hear the beep of the door ’s RFID reader, and the click of the electronic lock disengaging, and spring into action, crawling out of the bushes as fast as I can and stopping the door with my foot ( ow ). I slipped inside, quietly trailing the bundle of big, bushy fox tails ahead of me. Jiro, it seemed, was a kitsune of sorts, being lead along by a woman — a freshman, I think; eighteen or nineteen, with what I can only call a mane of brown hair and, well… a nice figure. Big tits, wide hips, you know the type. Cheerleader material.
Now, I do this for money, but I won’t lie and say I don’t get a little bit of excitement myself out of this. I don’t think you can call it exhibitionism, exactly, considering my lack of visibility, but knowing I was about to snoop on a hot lady getting it on, well… let’s just say my little invisible man was starting to stand at attention, too.
The pair stopped, she fumbled with some keys to her room, and the two of them slipped inside — with myself shortly behind. They were hardly two steps in the door when she twisted around and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, starting to sloppily make out with him. His hands hovered in the air in surprise for a moment, before resting on the small of her back, just above her plump butt.
“What’s gotten into you…?” he said between kisses, his many vulpine tails swishing and twisting in happiness as her hand slipped down along his white button-down shirt, sliding against his bulge and caressing it with dexterous fingers.
She let out a muffled moan as she pulled away from his lips. “What? Can’t I enjoy my boy-toy’s body?” A quiet zip as she undid his fly, caressing his swollen dick with only a thin layer of undies between their flesh. She pulled him deeper in, pushing him back down into an extra-large desk chair — sized for her ‘boyfriend’, certainly — and hiked down his trousers and underwear, struggling for a moment before reaching around his back and unclasping the button on the reverse keeping his tails in place coming from his pants. With one smooth motion, she stripped him, smiling at his cock — five and a half inches, uncut, with tight little balls. I couldn’t help but smirk — I was about two inches bigger myself, though I’m positive God thought it was very funny to give a guy who can’t be seen a magnum schlong.
She rubbed her cheeks against it, taking a deep whiff of his masculine stench before opening her lips and taking his length into her mouth with the sort of ease that requires a lot of practice. Was this kitsune the first boy-toy she’s had? Or were there more before? …did the sasquatch used to be one, too? Her lips locked around his base, with one hand going up to cradle his balls and the other sliding into her skirt, rubbing her own arousal. I’m not gonna lie… it was like something out of a porno. I couldn’t help stepping a little closer while jerking myself — just a bit! I wasn’t planning on giving these two lovebirds a sneak-attack bukkake if I could help it, but I’m only demi-human, okay? There’s only so much I can handle.
“Mm, fuck, Tala, I’m gonna cum,” Jiro said, his hips thrusting upward against Tala’s bouncing head. “Get ready for it…!”
She pulled away from his cock with a juicy pop , quickly pulling her top off before returning to jerk his modest length. “Mark me, Jiro, babe. Cum on my tits. Paint them white! ”
The fox-boy groaned, his body stiffening as one, two, three shots of youkai cream erupted from his throbbing tip, splattering against Tala’s bare cleavage and dribbling down into her black bra. Her hand slowed down, skillfully milking every last drop of jizz from the quick-shot fox-boy. “Mmm, good boy,” she cooed, rubbing his cum into her tits like lotion. “Feel good?”
“Yeah,” Jiro said, clearly still coming down from the high of his climax. His cock, while softening, was still half-hard and he was clearly up for more. “Can we… you know. On the bed?”
Tala clicked her tongue. “Oh, Jiro, honey, no… I gotta clean up this big mess you made before John gets back. We don ’t want him finding out, do we?” Oh, John was his name, I guess. Funny.
Jiro hesitated. “I guess not.”
“Right. So go on, git.” She stood up suddenly, pulling Jiro to his feet and ushering him to the door. He stumbled over his own trousers, awkwardly pulling them back on as she practically pushed him out the door — very nearly barreling through me, too, as I quickly slipped out of the way.
“Hey, uh, can I have your number, Tal—”
“See you next week for more math tutoring, Jiro!” Tala said, slamming the door before the poor kitsune could even finish his sentence. With an exhausted sigh, she locked — and latched — the door, came back to the bedroom, and fell back onto the bed. Now, this was a problem for me — if it was just locking the door, that was one thing. I could unlock it from inside, sneak out, then she’d later assume that her sasquatch boyfriend — John, I guess — unlocked it. But… she also put the chain latch on. That only opens from the inside. There’s no way I can leave without leaving some evidence. But… well, it wasn’t going to be that long until her boyfriend came back. He’d have to get her to unlatch the door, and after that, well… I can sneak out. I’d like to leave a little sooner, if I could, but I’m a patient man. And besides, it sounded like there was a show going on.
Back in the bedroom, I saw Tala laying on her bed, stripped bare naked. Her legs were splayed wide, and she was playing with herself — one hand rubbing rapid circles around her clit, while the other tugged harshly on her tits. I didn’t get a great look at her before, but now I could really appreciate her body. She was built like a supermodel, honestly — big, perky tits, with a slender waist and a fat ass, with thick thighs framing a perfectly-trimmed pussy, glistening with her own wet arousal. If I had to wait an hour or two, at least I was gonna get a show out of it. I settled down in the chair Jiro was in moments before, wrapping my hand around my dick as I slowly started to stroke at the sight of her.
“Mmm…” she moaned. “C’mon… fuck me.”
Damn, I thought. I ’ve never seen a girl actually talk to herself like she was a porn star before…
“Stick it in, stud… make me scream.”
Not gonna lie — I did consider it, if only for a moment.
“…for fuck’s sake.”
She stopped. She looked up, between her tits, at the desk chair.
At me.
Her hands reached down, spreading her pussylips wide.
“Do you need a fucking invitation?”
…oh.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
“Now, now,” she said, with a sinister look on her face. “Don’t think about running. I know exactly who you are… my limp-dick boyfriend isn’t exactly as subtle as he thinks, after all. He always underestimated me… just like you did.” The moonlight shone through her window, reflecting off her eyes in a peculiar way — and I immediately realized where I went wrong.
“You’re… a werewolf,” I said, my voice cracking as the words struggled to slip out my throat.
“Well, well. Look at you. We’ve only known each other for a minute but you’re already more observant than that limp-dick boyfriend of mine.” A smirk curled up the corner of her mouth. “You’d think even a country bumpkin like him would eventually notice that every time I told him it was that time of the month, it always happened to line up with the full moon.”
“You… you can see me?”
She frowned. “Christ, I’m literally presenting you with the tightest pussy you’ll ever pound and you’re still talking? Yes, I have … I guess you can call it thermal vision. You ’re just a big, hot blob to me… but even I can still make out that fat cock of yours. And it case it wasn ’t glaringly obvious … I’m willing to let bygones be bygones.”
“…on the condition that I have sex with you?”
“No,” she said. “On the condition that you fuck me.”
You need to understand — while it may seem so, so obvious that this is all upside for me, I was still in shock. I’m an invisible man. Invisible. I’ve never, ever been caught with my pants down, metaphorical or, in this case, literal. And, well… it didn’t help that I was a virgin, too. A big dick only gets you so far if people can see it.
“Do we have a deal?” she said, hoisting her hindquarters up in the air, swaying her pussy side-by-side as if I were a dog waiting for a treat.
And, God damn it, it was working.
“Ahh, finally found your balls, huh? C’mere and make me scr—eep!” I tackled her, pinning her to the bed, one hand around her wrist, the other against her chest, grabbing the greediest handful of wolf-boob I could manage. She had to be a D-cup at least, with big, perky melons that easily overflowed my hand. My hips rolled, grinding my cock against her mound, feeling her silky skin slide against my sensitive shaft. I could have blown then and there, no problem… but I held back. I wasn’t about to waste this opportunity.
“Mmm, I love an assertive man,” she said, learning forward in a blind search for the nape of my neck. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said, grunting. I slowed my thrusts and bit my lip, trying to take my mind off her body to last just a little longer.
“Liar,” she said, baring her fangs in a toothy Cheshire grin. “But that’s okay. I love breaking virgins…” Her free hand slipped down her tummy — an erotic sight in any circumstance, of course, but a necessity for her as she tried to track down my cock, eventually finding it and gently cradling it. Her fingertips wrapped around it, slowly sliding up and down its length, sizing me up. “Ohh, is that a foreskin I feel?” she asks. “I’ve never been with an uncut boy before… though I guess in your condition, getting cut is a little more dangerous, mmm?”
“…do you really gotta talk about knives by my dick right now?” Talk about a turn-off.
“Why? Does it bother you? ‘Cause you’ve got five touching it right now,” she said, whispering in my ear as I suddenly grew intensely aware of how sharp her fingernails were. “Don’t worry, big boy. Let me put this somewhere safer.” She gripped my shaft, sliding it down between her legs to prod at her pussy. I quietly gasped as she lead my tip into her, feeling her warm, wet insides around me. Fuck, she felt good. I slowly began to thrust, pressing more and more of my cock into her while her moans and quiet encouraging coaxes pushed me to most harder and faster.
“Fuck, Tala, you’re so hot,” I said between gasping breaths. Both of my hands cradled her cheeks, and I dove in for a kiss — another first, given willingly to this girl who, if I didn’t know better, I would guess was a succubus.
“Mmm!” she moaned into my mouth, eyes widening for a minute before fluttering closed. Her tongue lead mine in a tango, guiding my inelegant ministrations into something resembling a romantic gesture. “Sheesh, big boy, you gotta give a girl a little warning next time…”
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly. “I just… it just came over me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Pff. Virgins. Give ‘em a pity fuck then all of a sudden they’re proposing to you.”
“I-I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You didn’t?” she smirked again. “Pity. I was kind of hoping you did.”
Fuck. I’ve seen less mixed messages at RansomNoteCon 2023… but damn if it wasn’t making me want to try even harder. I grabbed her around the waist and twisted her around on my dick, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. My hands tightened around her waist, as I started to pound her doggy-style. Immediately, she let loose a loud moan of pleasure, recoiling her ass back against my hips to get my dick that much deeper in her fuckhole. I was balls-deep inside of her, sending shockwaves across her fat ass with every pound as I grew closer and closer to cumming. Her arms gave out, muffling her moans as she fell face-first in to her pillow, and she used her now-free limbs to slip between her legs to rub her clitty desperately. I felt her cunt clamping down around me, and it was almost enough to make me blow.
“I’m gonna cum,” I said, grunting. Slowly, I started to pull my cock out, when suddenly her hand grabbed me by the balls.
“Inside,” she growled. “Cum inside.”
“But,” I said, meekly protesting. “I’m not wearing a cond—”
She wrapped her calves around my hips and locked her ankles together. “ Inside. ”
“F-fuck,” I moaned, pressing my body against her back, hands cradling her tits as I fucked — no, rutted her. The pressure in my loins grew and grew, as did her howls of pleasure, until it was too much for the both of us. We screamed in unison, wailing in ecstatic pleasure as I blew my virgin load deep inside of her, shot after shot of my baby battle blasting straight into her womb. Somewhere deep inside, I prayed that she was on the pill — not least because I think the last thing this world needs is a litter of hybrid invisible were-babies. She gasped and growled, feral with pleasure, wiggling her ass against me until both of our climaxes reached their too-early end.
“Mmm,” she moaned, slowly pulling herself off my softening cock and swiping her fingers against her thoroughly-inseminated sluthole, pulling them back covered in white. “Look at that,” she said, licking her fingers clean of my visible jizz. “Looks like you’re not completely invisible.”
“I… guess not,” I said, still catching my breath. The sight of her, skin glistening with sweat, licking my cream off her fingers… well, a man can only handle so much. She looked up at me and smirked, eyes on my cock.
“Ready to go again?” she said. “Well, sorry, stud, but my boyfriend is gonna be back any minute now, and I need to clean up before then. But,” she said, with a twinkle in her eye. “Let’s make a deal. You keep my business to yourself… lie to John, tell him I wasn’t up to anything. If you do, well… I think you know what I can offer you,” she said with a wink, and an offer of her clean hand. “Shake on it?”
“Thank you so much, Tom,” the sasquatch — John — said to me. “Honestly, I feel a little humiliated I doubted her in the first place.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
“It’s my pleasure,” I said, flicking through the wad of small, slightly-damp bills he handed me. He was about thirty bucks short, but I wasn’t about to make a big deal of it. “Honestly, though, in the future you should be a little more careful. If you can’t trust your girlfriend, than who can you trust?”
“Yeah, I think you’re right,” he said, standing up to his full height and giving my bed some much-needed relief from his girth. “I should have more faith in people in general. Thanks, Tom. You really gave me something to think about.”
“Yep, anytime. Tell your friends about my services!” I said, waving him off as my phone vibrated. I glanced at it and smiled.
Tala wanted to meet again tonight.
