“You know, there’s actually been a lot of discourse around the topic of monsterfucking recently. How it works with consent, if intelligent monsters should go in a separate category, and what actually counts as monsterfucking.”

Iris closed the door behind her, her body shifting and expanding as April continued to ramble on.

“I mean, I can see it both ways. On the one hand I don’t want to be a gatekeeper. It feels pretty dumb to try and get into a dick measuring contest over how inhuman your crush is. And even if you do have more extreme tastes, that doesn’t mean you should be lording that over others like a badge of honour.”

A mass of shadowy black tendrils erupted from Iris’s back as her central body warped and bulged into impossible shapes.

“But on the other hand you obviously wouldn’t count an elf as a monster. These days elves usually just look like regular humans with pointy ears and vaguely feminine features. So where do you draw the line? Do angels or succubi count? What about furries? Furries don’t feel like monsterfucking, but by any logical definition it should.”

At last Iris’s form stabilised. A spherical hulk of purple flesh with a gigantic vertical maw, along with dozens of tentacles, all flailing around. And steadily moving towards April.

“You know, I guess you could technically call me a monsterfucker! Just based on when I have intercourse with you and the others. If we’re classifying anything that isn’t human, then that means… you…” Her voice trailed off as she finally turned around. Her eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement.

The tendrils launched towards her, restraining her and hoisting her into the air. Iris moved her central body in closer as an enormous tongue crept out of her mouth, larger than April’s entire body. It gave her target a massive lick that left her covered head to toe in saliva.

“Well I can definitely say that this counts, no matter how you want to define it.”