And that's kind of the point, for me.
In my stories, that's how they're treated. The hatred and fear of them becomes part of the plot. Maybe one day I'll write a story where being futa is the norm or at least accepted, but right now that's not what I wish to explore. There's no juice there. It's boring to me. Conflict creates story.
Are mermaids considered monsters? Not usually. But if you put an octopus on the bottom half of a woman instead of a fishtail, she's no longer a child's fairy tale fantasy. Now, she's a monster. Think of the most famous octomaid you know: Ursula, the sea witch, from Disney's The Little Mermaid. Granted, her behavior is monstrous, but make no mistake Disney wanted a physical form to match that in their eyes.
What if, instead, an octomaid was sweet and loving? What if she fell in love?
For In the Arms of Love, the main character is a futanari and she hates herself. She hates what she is. All her life, she's been told she's a monster. But then she meets what people would consider an actual monster, an octomaid. The octomaid never saw herself as a monster until she realizes others see her that way.To me, the scene in that story where Liana tried to put on makeup so Jaelyn wouldn't see her as a monster is the saddest thing I've ever written. Like, seriously, I cried writing that. But I'm a dork that way.
I put that in a book full of sperm-spewing futanari cocks and blistering hot crazy tentacle sex, so that's what people focus on (to be fair, that's what sells the book). One character sees herself as a monster at first but then doesn't, the other character didn't see herself as a monster at first, but then does.
Vampires usually are considered monsters in the classic sense. In recent years they've also become tragic figures if not antiheroes, to actual heroes in some cases. Becoming one means you become a monster. Living with yourself as a monster. Constantly justifying your existence because you must kill to live.
But this has unintended consequences. Along for the ride come other "gifts," such as a budding pair of horns on her forehead and a pair of fangs. The other people around Veronica already treated her like a monster for her disregard of social norms and her ravenous sexual proclivities. Over the course of Demon's Embrace and Angel's Kiss, she physically becomes more and more demonic.She becomes the monster.
Yet she loves and is loved.
What happens when you love a monster?
What happens when you become a monster?
What defines "monster?" Is it fangs and tentacles and bat wings and cocks? Is it behavior?
Does "monster" live inside us or outside of us? Where does the perception come from?
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