Story by  aerial-rave

Farfalin was a kingdom of carpenters, particularly short stacked carpenters, but legendary nonetheless for what their hands could craft. From weapons, to fortresses, the Farfalin touch could make any project last, even outliving some dynasties. While the land was moderate in wealth, it had its share of problems. The land itself often had workers travel to distant lands for jobs, as the economy suffered from constant monster attacks. While the builder nation had its wondrous tools, masters of weapons were in short supply, as the race were naturally peace loving.


However, the Great Wall, the main entrance of the kingdom, was of utmost importance. Many who guarded the area were trained from birth in combat. These were the elite among the soldier and Farfalin and highly regarded as brave men and women who would give their lives for those within the barrier.


And then there was Owlizard…


“R-Reporting for duty, sir!” A brunette midget saluted as his round helm slumped over his left eye. The 3’5 Farfalin was one of the more eager and energetic of the new recruits. A job posted asking for anyone brave enough to volunteer on the afternoon watch. The young man’s thirst for action was probably what most assumed why he enjoyed...why else would he ignore what implication there would be for an open spot?


“Welcome aboard!” The current commanding officer, Spitzberg greeted, his voice echoing from his helm. The fully armored, portly General was a veteran in protecting Farfalin. Whether on its own soil, or across the land, his reputation was decorated with many victories and accomplishments. His heavy armaments gave him a turtle-like appearance as the plates were rounded a thickly padded. His feet were donned with leather boots as his claimed metal shoes were the only thing to slow him down. (But in truth, he found them uncomfortable)


“I’m ready to do some protectin’, sir!” Owl saluted again.


“Well, you won’t be able-” Spitzberg then lifted his helm, revealing his dark complexion and thick gray facial hair, “ You won’t be able to do much protectin’ if ya ain’t got no weapon!”


“W-Weapon?” The brunette lad stammered.


“Yes, a weapon. You do know what you’ll be saving the town from, right?”


“Monstahs…” Owl frowned.


“Hm? Why the long face, boy?” Spitzberg asked.


“Um...well…” The short brunette hesitated, circling his foot in the ground. “I mean...I kinda only took this job to meet...monster girls…”


The dark skinned General was practically speechless. “C-Come again?”


“I WANNA FUCK A MONSTER GIRL!” Owl blurted, attracting the attention of the others.


General Spitzberg immediately grabbed the new recruit, rushing them into an alley. “Boy, are you crazy!? Don’t go shouting nonsense like that, people will think you have the crazies!”


“S-Sorry sir…” Owl whimpered.


“It’s okay, it can’t be helped. They say Farfalins have a libido the size of a mountain and only a mate as big can tame it!” The General laughed.


“Wait...you don’t think I am a weirdo?”


“Of course I do, son. I have met many like you in my time as a soldier.”


Owl’s eyes then lit up with glee. “Really!? How did they turn out?”


“...They didn’t last a day.”


The short lad’s face then grew sour. “Thanks…”


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“SLITHERS!” One of the scouts cried.


Owl had been guarding the Great Wall with the others for about a week. In that time, he had found his signature weapon, the Greatsword. Large and powerful, it was an odd choice for such a stubby, lanky man but Owl’s pick of it was probably mostly due to it being the only weapon available for obvious reasons.


As he and the other foot soldier gathered, they all got a good look at what was coming forth. A herd of dark emerald snakes, each about five feet in length were gliding across the grasslands toward the town. The nomadic monsters known as Slithers were short living serpents that were actually parasites. Either by forcefully inserting themselves or biting a female victim, they would then turn her into a Brood Mother, to constantly give birth to new Slithers. Male victims were often used as food supplies for the colony.


Coming up over the horizon was the brood mother in question, a tall woman of about 8 feet with a bulging belly that stuck out several inches in front of her, bouncing with each step and filled with moving bulges as occasionally, newly born Slithers swam out from between her legs. Many of the Farfalin guards gagged at the sight...but Owl’s eyes were gleaming with lust.


“Men, be on your guard! The herd will try to rush the front!” Spitzberg warned. “I need the fastest among you to reduce the first wave’s numbers!”


Ignoring orders, Owl charged along with the swifter crowd, his greatsword held above his head as he yodeled a warcry. With a mighty swing, he split one of the feathered cobra’s head, killing it instantly. He then took a horizontal swing, missing the second snake coming from his side and narrowly nicked a fellow soldier.


“Ack! What are you doing!?”


“S-Sorry!” Owl panicked and swung his sword over his shoulder.”


“GAH! My arm!” Another guard yelled, having been sliced in the arm by Owl’s carelessness.


“Oh my-! Sorry!” Owl swung around to apologize, but his sword then cut another person’s face. “Aah! Oh no!”


“Wow kid, you’re killing your own men better than my colony~” The Brood Mother grinned, now casting a shadow over the small soldier. Owl’s eyes bulged with fear as his knees buckled. “Aw, what’s wrong, child?”


“P-Please...don’t hurt me!”


“Hurt you? Oh no no no my dear, a man is not hurt among my colony...his flesh is celebrated among my babies~”


Owl then gulped. “That’s sounds a lot like-” Before he could react, the short soldier was lifted by the back of his neck and hovered over the pregnant monster woman’s maw. “Oh God! Being eaten! Yes, this sounds like being eaten!”


“Don’t think of it as a bad thing, dear, my children LOVE fresh meat!” The Brood Mother chortled, removing Owl’s greatsword. Opening her mouth, she then swallowed the midget brunette as her stomach stretched and bulged to accommodate room. “Lovely~” She cooed, rubbing her distended gut.


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Owl lied paralysed with fear in a bed of snake eggs. He felt that any mere movement would trigger the hatchlings and spell his doom. Unfortunately, one of the eggs cracked and the Slither that hatched saw Owl instantly and hissed. “SOMEONE HELP ME!” The Farfalin cried.


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“General, they are advancing!”


“Man the crossbows, get the cannon ready, hold them back!” Spitzberg ordered. “Avoid the Brood Mother for now!” He added. Having witnessed Owl get consumed, the General wanted to deal with the snake breeder, personally. Though it was because of the boy’s own foolishness he got eaten, Spitzberg couldn’t help but feel responsible…


With the Slithers dying faster than the Mother could produce them, the General took to the field to deal the final blow. His helm hid his angered face as he slowly approached the breeding giantess. He tightened the grip on his Ultra greatsword while his shield rested on his back, there was no concern for defense, only revenge.


‘You attack my kingdom without warning...you send your Hellions to try and blitz my men….you swallow a young hopeful...though I am putting all my blunders onto you...my blade shall remove me of my mistakes as I cleave it through your head...’ He recited internally.


However, the General failed to realized the pain the Brood Mother was already in. With her legs bent inward as her hands held her belly in place. Her face contorted with extreme pain stinging throughout her body as she collapsed on her knees.


From the inside, Owl was fighting off the hatchlings while carving the Brood Mother from the inside. As insurance, Owl had managed to equip a dagger with him before he set foot in battle, a tip from Spitzberg, himself. Also, the need for survival had awakened something in the short lad as he displayed obtuse awareness of his enemies’ movements and positions. He was surrounded by the hatchlings but could tell which would try to lunge at him first and countered appropriately.

General Spitzberg now stood in front of the aching Brood Mother. He began to slowly lift his sword to cleave her, but a sudden gush of green ooze from her mouth made the General roll to the side to avoid the acidic projectile. The dark skinned man gasped as the Brood Mother let out a death gurgle before falling to the side, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her mouth slowly leaked more green liquid.


Next, the sharp end of a dagger punctured the pregnant belly from the inside, and soon split the torso open, revealing Owl to be alive.


“My boy!”


“H-Hey General...I did it…” Owl said weakly, crawling out on all fours.


“Indeed you did, kid.” Spitzberg smiled, his anger quelled. “So, how was it?”


There was a brief pause before Owl turned and smiled. “You know, besides the snake babies, getting eaten wasn’t so bad.”


General Spitzberg gave a narrowed, annoyed look before smacking the back of the midget’s head.


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But as it were, Owl was let go of the Great Wall army. His less than honorable actions of harming his other soldiers made him unable to continue working with them. But on the bright side, he was a freelance adventurer now.


Decked out in more decorative armor from the land of Alva, Owl looked at the walls posted in a tavern in hopes of finding work. One scribble and job description caught his eye as sightings of a giantess cow girl was reported to have a big pay off just by merely chasing the creature away. Once again, Owl’s pervy mind jumped to the fantasy of him being swallowed by such a specimen but...cows don’t eat people...right?

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