>>12937

>intimating

I meant intimidating 💀

>>12941

Who here isn't checking for new monster girl pics daily, let's be honest.

>>12946

>mfw ~7 of them are mine

>>12946

>>12948

Good work anons.

Found these cuties a few hours ago.

I went back and edited a few of my images for readability, in accordance with the suggestions of an anon in the last thread.

Also, I do apologize for the typos. I type these out pretty quick and I'm lazy about proofreading - I wouldn't want to try and thrust that responsibility upon the reader, but I would appreciate anyone who points them out for me.

>>12953

I also split these into two images each. Mermaid has been edited since I did a terrible job writing it the first time (I was sleepy when I did it).

And finally, while I haven't edited Vampire and Scylla, I'd like to split them each into two images. Unfortunately I can't find good images to use for the second parts of each. If anyone could help me out that would be great.

The first image is a fanart of Vampire Vamp from Yugioh, and the second is Vera M. Dane from Sei Monmusu Gakuen, if that helps.

One more.

Something in the meantime

>alien life has been found within our solar system

>scratch that: it found us

>the Martians, depsite looking abolutely disgusting, were actually quite negotiable

>in exchange for continued support of the newly formed Terran-Martian Alliance, a small fraction of the earth's male population must be given

>not for experimentation, just reproduction (somehow compatible)

>your bf was one of that fraction

>you could watch with great sorrow as he boarded one of countless saucers bound for the red planet

>you were still able to talk via videochat, though it was slightly delayed

>almost every fucking time you call, he's getting ridden by some lanky-ass critter, her moans and clicks nearly drowning out any meaningful conversations you could be having

>>13026

>bundle of sticks stole your bf.

>bringing that third grade banter, when you could do better

Incidentally, I would have thought a cooked faggot would be a German dish, not British. But here we are.

Welp, we've got some new monstergirls thanks to Plague. From his tumblr:

>Sheetghost is now Ashlyn; the little Sphinx girl is Nen; the Jackalope is Marron; the Mothgirl is Moon; the ‘Lovecrafter’ is Lolo; and the Jackal girl / Anubis styled lady is Raha.

Go wild.

>>12658

"Iga! Get down here, I need you!" I shout into the voicepipe. An odd fixture to be sure, but it's an old house. They crisscross to many rooms, but I always keep the one in the lab open to Iga's room. I suppose I could just use the phone, but I appreciate the direct simplicity.

I get back to work on arranging my electrodes until she arrives. I know it's late, but when I get focused and make progress, I'm like a hummingbird and can't slow down.

She finally stumbles into the lab, buttoning her shirt as she enters. Her hair is a mess, and a sheen of sweat is across her brow.

"I didn't wake you, did I?" I ask. I'm sure I did, but it's worth it.

"Oh, no, wide awake. I was just in the middle of-" she clears her throat, "What did you need me for, Victoria?""

I just grin and flip the switch. All at once, the body, or rather, the amalgamation of bodies, rises, and takes a step forward, and then another. The wires trail behind it, but it maintains it's balance.

Iga's eyes fly wide, "It's… walking!" she smiles at me and we both jump like excited little girls.

She walks up to the triumph of science, and it looms over her, naked and in excellent proportions. Not that it's excessively tall, but Iga is rather petite.

"Wow, can it-" Iga's words are cut short as the monster, if we'll call it that, takes another step and the taut wires pull it off balance. It tumbles forward, on top of her, burying her face in it's ample breasts.

I gasp and rush forward to pull it off of her. I forget to turn the power off and it's attempts to walk forward only result in it grinding it's chest into her face over and over as she tries to fight it off. I realize 'world's first involuntary zombie motorboating' isn't something typical to think of as an accomplishment, but I can't help but appreciate the novelty.

We finally pull the monster free, and I power it down. We both laugh as we relax. Well, mostly I laugh.

"So how much can it do, now?" she asks as we put the body back on the slab.

"Not a lot just yet. Just basic motor functions," I explain, "But the body itself is in good shape. Just look at it. No signs of decay or rigor mortis. If it wasn't for the stitch marks, you'd never know it had been dead tissue just a few hours ago."

"Do you still think we can initiate higher functions of the brain?" she asks.

"I still need to do more tests, but I see no reason why not, at this point. I don't know if it'll be completely intact, we may not keep things like memories, but considering the experimental nature, that may be fore the best. The problem is finding the right one, but I'm onto something that might be promising."

"Oh? Do tell," she says as we roll the body back into the freezer.

"A women's chess champion died the other day, drowned in a hot tub. If the damage to the brain is minimal, it might be the perfect opportunity," I realize how ghoulish it all sounds when I say it out loud, but I'm too excited to care, "If I'm correct, she'll be at a morgue just over state lines."

"Thinking of making another little trip?" Iga snickers, "Should we make sure to bring Eli?"

"Of course, we need all the help we-" I pause, "Oh, you mean because of that awful woman. Ha. Ha. Seriously, there's no way there's any other weird perverts running morgues like that. We just need to be more careful this time."

"Why do you want to make this perfect woman of yours? Don't you worry that if it works, she'll wake up and steal your boyfriend?" Iga teases.

"Nonsense. My poor little Iga, don't you know anything about boys?" I pat her on the head, "What they truly appreciate is brilliance, and this will be a display of that. Being physically sexy is one thing, but having the genius to create that is another! If anything, it's Eli that'll worry about men taking an interest in me after I show the world our discoveries. Not that I have eyes for anyone else."

She snickers at me again, "If you say so."

"Where is Eli, by the way, have you seen him?" I ask, pulling my gloves off.

"Yeah, he's up in my-" she coughs a little, "I saw him in the hallway outside my room as I was coming down."

"Great. I need to share my excitement with him," I grin, meaning exactly what it sounds like.

"I'm sure he's all prepared to hear about your discoveries," Iga says in a sly tone.

"What makes you say that?" I tilt my head to the side.

"Nothing! Just I'm sure he'd like to share your excitement," she laughs a little.

I shrug as I hang up my lab coat, "By the way, have you heard any weird noises coming from the voicepipes? Scratching, rustling, thumping, a weird one that sounds like heavy breathing? I think we might have rats."

"Old house, old tubes, probably just some loose joints," she assures me.

>>13044

There were more, but not in color.

>>13047

Honestly surprised some of these didn't make the cut.

>>13035

>there's something else

Yes.

>>13037

I was confused by that little story because the connection between fruity and sticks made me think of a plant-based monster girl at first. Now I don't know what to think.

>>13046

Yes. Yes! This part was definitely worth waiting for. It's pretty funny how clueless Iga is about men. Poor little girl. I loved that part. As always you have a lot of fun little details packed in there which really bring it to life.

>>13060

Now I'm wondering if a cuckquean version of the Tailypo story would work.

"bfpo… bfpo… give me back my bfpo"

Can't find any worthwhile r34 for this one. I guess that happens when the creature doesn't get a real description in the story, but we've all decided is vaguely a cat. So here's a cute one.

>>13046

"Heeey sweetie," I say as I slide into bed and curl my arms around Eli, having found him lying on his side, reading. I walk my fingers from one hand up his bare chest like little spiders.

"Did you wash your hands?" he asks, rather unromantically, without looking from his book.

"Is that any way for a man to greet the woman he loves?" I poke my finger on his chin.

"For most men, no," he claps the book shut, "But most men don't have women who are downstairs crossing lines that humans weren't meant to cross."

I ignore him and try to slide my hand under the sheets like a mischievous child. A hand which he quickly grabs by the wrist, then wags a finger at me with his other hand.

"You know my rule. No D for you, until you've cleaned up properly," he boops me on the nose to emphasize his point.

I groan and slide out of bed and walk to the bathroom, "You're so uptight!"

"Oh, yes," I hear him from the bedroom as I soap up my hands, "I'm uptight because I don't want any horrible corpse pathogens crawling on my gentials."

I make sure to wash up to the elbow to appease his hygienic demands. I walk out and display the front and back of my hands for his inspection. He gives an approving nod and I immediately pull my shirt off, over my head, and quickly shimmy out of my pants, working out of my undergarments as I slide under the covers.

I cuddle up next to him and give him a quick little kiss, then curiously rub my fingers over the top of his chest, "You're a little sweaty, are you okay?"

"Hm?" he seems a little surprised, "Oh, no, I'm fine?"

"Now that I think of it, Iga was a bit sweaty looking when she came down. Is it too warm up here?" I ask, worried for my baby's comfort, "The heater could be acting up again."

"No, it's fine," he laughs a little, "I can't speak for Iga, but I guess I was just thinking of you," he gives me a little wink.

"Aww, that's the cheesiest, stupidest crap ever. I love you," I nuzzle up against his shoulder.

"Mmm… you actually smell really good tonight, baby. Not sure what it is, maybe i just like your sweaty smell," I nibble a little at his shoulder.

"Got me, I, uh, don't think I've done anything to make myself smell better. I'm surprised you can smell anything after being around all the chemicals down there, " he leans down and kisses me, "So what was the big breakthrough down in the lab?"

"I got it to, uh…" I bite my lip, "It can wait, can't talk with my mouth full."

I dive under the covers like a cat and grab his cock like it's going to get away.

"Wait, Victoria, maybe you should let me shower first," he protests a little and acts like he's going to escape my love.

"Ot a hance mffter," I say, or try to say as I feel him swell up in my mouth. He quickly stops and relents to me. Fellatio is the the ultimate negotiator.

His skin is a bit moist down here, too. And smells even better. And the taste… unf. I mean, I know I'm a pervert, so that his musk is making me drenched isn't that weird. But I'm also a scientist, and it's driving me nuts that I can't put my finger on what that great smell is in particular, and why it has such a great effect on me.

>>13097

I throw in all my skills and knowledge of anatomy. I give him good suction, swirl around the head, make sure I get the underside. I get him hard as a rock and writhing around in no time at all. He tries to hold back his moans, but I give my everything so that he can't. I take him as deep as I can. Still not deep enough, but I'll get there some time.

His fingers run through my hair, and then tightly grab a handful and pull me back, letting me know he wants to take over. I rise up and leave myself at his whims as he forcefully turns my body around and throws me down on the mattress. He lifts my hips up, but leaves my chest down, so that my ass is presented to him, with my pussy exposed to him.

I take a deep breath and clutch the sheets, preparing myself, only to feel the gentle rubbing of his cock's head against my entrance. I try to back my hips up, but he holds me in place.

"You're so mean!" I whine as he rubs against my clit.

"Wow, you really do want it, huh? Dripping all over the place," he teases, before finally pushing in, slowly.

I moan out and pull at the sheets as he fills me up a bit at a time, then starts thrusting in and out, pleasuring his cock inside of me. My hands snake down below me and reach between my legs, but are quickly grabbed by the wrists and pulled away.

"So. Mean," I whine again, even more pathetically, "Lemme touch it."

"I don't know," he says, between grunts as he penetrates me, "Do naughty little scientists who can't respect the natural order of the world get to play with their clits? Do girls who make unnatural abominations that transgress ethical boundaries get to cum?"

Fuck. I love when he gets wordy with his teasing, "Y-yes. Sure they do. Please. Let me… Please!"

"Oh, I don't think they do," he leans forward, to speak right into my ear as he ravishes me.

I just whine and whimper in response. Just fucking can get me so close, but I need that little extra.

"You'll have to admit it," he says, "Maybe I'll make an exception."

"I'm… I'm sorry. I'm a dirty, wicked scientist… I… I make horrible abominations," he forces a long moan out of me, "Please let me cum… I'll be ethical, I promise!"

>>13098

He snickers, "That's good… but not quite enough. Tell me about the dream again."

"No!" I shout in protest, "Please don't, it's embarrassing!"

"That's fine, I'm almost there. When I finish, we can just stop," he picks up the pace. My insides are on fire.

"I… I was sitting… on the foot of the bed, and you were…" I struggle to get the words out.

"What was I doing?"

"You were… were fucking another woman… right… right in front of me," it's hard enough to tell when I'm not having a cock slammed up into me.

"Go on," he says.

"And I asked you… asked you stop, but you wouldn't."

"And why's that?" he grins, nibbling at my shoulder.

"You said it was… too good… it was better," I mumble out.

"And then?"

"And then you came in her… and she came over to me… and she ordered me to lick her clean…" I gasp out.

"Keep going."

"I said I wouldn't, but-" I jump as he slaps my ass to correct me. It makes my pussy clench, and I can tell he enjoys it.

"Tell it write, Victoria."

"…I …I don't say anything… I dive right in…" it's hard to get such an embarrassing story out, "I suck your cum out of her… every drop."

His hands slide under me and toy with my nipples, "And what did she say at the end?"

"That…" I swallow hard, "That I was a good girl."

Teeth gentle press against my earlobe, "And how did that make you feel?"

"V… very happy. I felt proud," I cry out, in between moans.

I can feel him smiling as he nuzzles against me from behind. He loves making me tell him this, he loves teasing me with it. Shouldn't have told him about the dream in the first place.

But then come those words, "That's my good girl."

He grasps my wrists and brings them between my legs, pressing my fingers to my own clit, fingering me with my own hands. I'm already so close."

"You can cum for me," he whispers as his hips pound hard at me, and I feel his cock throb. I know I don't have much time as I feel him explode into me, flooding my body with his seed.

I work my fingers furiously at my clit, given more pressure by his hands. I peak just as he is subsiding, and moan loudly, bucking against him. So. Fucking. Good. I always get upset when he teases me, but I don't know what I'd do if he didn't. He holds me tight in place and lets me finish my orgasm as his thrusts slow, his hot cum leaking out of my pussy.

We both collapse there, catching our breath and holding one another. As my eyes open, I spot movement, and jump a little. It's just Iga. In our room. For some reason.

"Iga! What are you…?!" I jump up and pull the covers to conceal my man's naughty bits from her.

"Sorry! Sorry! I just needed to grab something," she reaches under a chair and pulls out a pair of lace panties, "I, uh, think our laundry got mixed up, and I was looking for these."

I sigh, "Fine, just knock next time, okay?"

"Will do, have a good night, Victoria,", she says, then wiggles her fingers in a wave, "You too, Eli."

I let out a breath and collapse against his chest.

Wait, why were her panties under the chair, and how did she know they'd be… Oh, screw it, I'm tired.

>>13081

>the forest, such a calm and serene place this time of year

>aside from the occasional quarreling of birds, all was peaceful

>save for a hermit, a wooded resident of a few decades

>she was tracking her next meal: deer

>whilst continuing her search after a failed attempt, she heard something

>a snap of a twig and crunching leaves

>she braced herself for whatever creature dared attack

>for several minutes, there was an eerie silence upon the forest

>then it was upon her

>a flurry of black fur and claws struck out from above

>she unloaded her gun in an attempt to scare it away

>a chilling yowl echoed through the woods for nearly a mile

>she had actually shot it

>but there was no monster carcass to claim

>only a small bloodstained doll

>she picked it up to look it over

>simple button-eyed thing, looked like a small boy

>she decided to bring it home to keep her company

>after eating the last scraps of last week's hunt, she retired to her bed

>but not before grabbing her now cleaned up buddy for the self-appointed curfew

>after blowing out the lamp, she settled in for a good night's rest

>*scriitch*

>*scraaatch*

>it sounded like a dog pawing at a door

>*scriiiIIIITCH*

>it was the door alright, but what it was behind it she could only guess

>*clnk clnk crk*

>the thing was trying to open the door

>*CLUNK*

>the door creaked open

>she could hear small footsteps, like those of a fox

>"hubbypo………hubbypo.."

>she felt it climb onto the bed, crawling like a spider

>"give. me. back…"

>she could feel its hot breath as its dagger-toothed mouth lay mere inches from her face

>"my…..hubbypo…"

>>13117

>Is that from Secret of Kells?

Good eye. Just felt right, given the forest setting.

>Too dark?

Not at all, considering the last of its followers supposedly died in a bloody orgy.

>St. Patricia "stabbed" CC-c with her staff, banishing her back to the abyss for good

>>13081

>>13100

Just because you beat me to it, doesn't mean I won't do my own version:

There was a middle aged widow who lived off in the woods in a cabin. Despite being past 40 and having given birth to three children, she was still in good shape, due to regular exercise and watching her diet, and was entirely fuckable. Yet, she was undergoing a dry spell, and thus had gone without any cock in her life at all for some time.

In her cabin, she lived with her three daughters, who were young, but all of legal age. They too, had gone without a man in any of their lives for some time, which was equally a shame, as all three of them were nubile, first rate pieces of ass.

One day, the widow was out hunting for dinner, but also hoping to run into a handsome woodsman, or possibly handsome park ranger, or even a handsome game warden who would catch her hunting without a license and punish her like the naughty poacher she is. She came across a large tree, and saw something run behind it. Thinking it was an animal, she opened fire, but missed and hit the tree.

A man's voice cried out for her to stop shooting, and she lowered her gun, intrigued. Walking around the tree, she found a handsome young man with bright blue eyes and messy hair. Some of his clothing was torn and he had scratchmarks on his skin. He had a ring on his right hand, but she conveniently ignored that.

"What luck!" the widow thought, as he explained that he was lost in the woods.

Feeling bad for almost shooting him, but also finding him very attractive and wanting to take him home, she invited him to dinner to apologize. He accepted and they walked back to her cabin, talking the whole way. She discovered that not only was he very handsome, but he was charming and funny and they totally had a lot in common.

Over dinner, he got to know her better, as well as her three daughters, who were also very smitten with him, and there was much flirting and laughing. After they had finished, he thanked them for dinner, and told them that he'd best be on his way, because he was polite and nice like that.

The widow told him that he didn't have to go so soon, and got closer. He was hesitant and kind of shy, and said he probably should be going, but she wasn't going to let him just get away. He resisted her aggressive advances a little at first, but then quickly relented. She pushed him down and rode his cock right there on the dinner table, in the middle of the cabin. His cock was big, but not too big, and he knew how to use it just right, and she loved it. He seemed unsure with the daughters watching, but then totally got into it.

After she was done, her daughters stood up and demanded that they get a turn, too. At first, she said no, because she wanted to keep him to herself. But as they begged, she realized they'd been going without, too, and only the eldest daughter had even been with a man before. She thought, "What kind of mother would I be, if I didn't share this man with my daughters?"

He, again, objected at first, citing that it was "kinda weird" and that it was "going too far", but once the daughters undressed, he relented.

The youngest daughter, for whom he requested to see her ID first, wanted a simple lovemaking session, in the missionary position. The second, and kinkier daughter, got on all fours, and requested he fuck her doggystyle. The eldest, and most sexually aggressive daughter, pushed him down, spread his legs, and rode him in the amazon position. Proving that he had excellent stamina, he kept going for the whole time, until he had finished squirting cum into the widow and each of her three daughters. After that, the widow declared that he would be their forest husband, and they all fell asleep in the widow's large bed, exhausted.

>>13120

Late that night, the widow was awakened by the sound of scratching on the outside of the cabin, followed by an ominous, but kind of cute voice, "Hubbypo… Hubbpo… Give me back my Hubbypo…"

Jumping up in fright, she shouted to her daughters and sent them out to find out what it was, while she stayed back to guard their new husband. The girls chased something off, but it was too dark to see what. However, they got separated in the woods, and only the eldest and middle sister returned.

Worried over the youngest girl, the three of them each took another turn at their new husband's cock, to ease their nerves. Afterwards, the youngest daughter returned, skin flushed and covered in scratches, and completely naked, except for a thick steel chastity belt, held in place with strong padlock. Upset, but unwilling to talk about it, she just went to bed, as did the rest of them.

Not an hour had passed, before the scratching returned. The widow looked out the window to see an outline of a feminine form, but with tall catlike ears, and bright yellow eyes.

"Hubbypo… Hubbypo… Give me back my Hubbpypo!" it said.

Again, the widow raised the alarm, and sent her girls out, but the youngest refused to go. This time, only the eldest returned. Again, the widow and her eldest daughter took their husband's cock, until they were full of cum and ready to sleep again. And like before, the middle daughter returned afterwards. Her lips were puffy and her hair was mussed, but she sported the same scratches, lack of clothes, and chastity belt. She too, went to bed without talking about it.

Less than half an hour went by, and the widow heard scratching at the foot of the bed. She looked up to see the figure of a catgirl-like creature, with tall, tufted ears, and the same bright yellow eyes. She had fur on parts of her, but was still totally on the monstergirl side of the monstergirl-furry divide.

"Hubbypo! Hubbypo! Give me back my Hubbypo!" she demanded.

The widow cried out in fear, and the eldest daughter chased the creature out into the woods. As time went by, and she did not return, the widow took solace in the company of her new husband, and rode his cock once again. Once again, the lost daughter returned, looking even more disheveled and scratched up than her sisters, and had the same nudity and same belt, which she frustratedly rubbed her fingers against. And like the others, she went right to bed, upset at having her pussy locked away.

An hour went by. And then another. The widow began thinking it was over, and drifted off to sleep, still clutching her new husband. She woke up all at once, with that pair of yellow eyes staring directly into hers.

"Hubbypo! My Hubbypo! Give me back my Hubbypo!" the creature screamed at her.

"I haven't got your Hubbypo!" the widow shouted, trying to push the creature away.

"Yes! You have!" the creature shrieked, grabbing the widow, at which point she could clearly see the shiny ring on the creature's clawed hand. She tried to shake her new husband awake, but he was practically in a coma from her and her daughters overusing him.

The creature lunged at her, kissing her hard. Stunned by the act, she hardly fought back when the creature dove between her legs and began eating her pussy. She resisted, telling herself that she wasn't a lesbian and that there's no way this felt good, but the creature's long tongue overwhelmed her. And just as she gave in, just as she was about to cum, the creature stopped. The widow looked down just in time to see the creature placing a chastity belt on her, and locking it in place.

"No!" the widow exclaimed at having her pussy imprisoned, after having just found a proper forest husband.

The creature just gave a wide, toothy smile, and shimmied her way up to snuggle between her and her new husband. Upset, but exhausted, she fell asleep.

The widow woke up as the sun was rising, to the feel of her bed rocking back and forth. She looked to her side, to see the creature still there, but now straddling her husband, and eagerly grinding her hips back and forth, as he thrusted up into her, just as eagerly.

"Hubbypo! Hubbypo!" she chirped with pleasure, "Now I've got my Hubbypo!"

She gave another toothy grin to the widow, "And more!"

>>13120

>>13121

Noice, I'd say you just about bested me. Anywho, this stuff got me thinking about American monsters, and I found some doozies in this a while back.

http://www.lumberwoods.com/index.htm

Just check under the "Electronic Library" and you're in for a treat.

>>13122

You ain't kidding.

>>13122

>out exploring the badlands with your bf

>got split up a little whike back

>calling out for him

>hear his screaming

>it's getting close

>runs right past you

>"What th-"

>fuckin Roperite chick bound right after him

>manage to catch up to them

>she's using her supernatural lower body strength to grind his little pelvis to dust, with her neck-rope round his neck

>decide to let it "claim its prey"

>ah, what the hell. Why not enjoy it?

>you proceed to pleasure yourself as she fucks him silly

Found another weird online bestiary, this time with creatures from across the globe.

https://abookofcreatures.com

Here are a few of the more humanoid monsters I was able to find.

>>13145

Well shit, it copied one. Here's the other.

>>13145

>African folklore

>almost all "Swallowing Monsters"

I honestly didn't realize they were this into vore jfc

>>13174

>>13174

Now I'm wondering where most of the yokai would fit.

>>13177 (🐸🐸)

Improved version with a corrected typo.

>>13181

>while tears stream down her shins

My knees.

>>13180

>practical and hygienic secretions

Those are from her husband. The fully-grown mindflayer in that pic is already married with her husband presently shapeshifted, attached and fucking her.

>>13203

>>13208

OK, I just read the entry. Here's a different version, along with another one.

>>13212

>RW monsters btfo by monstergirls

Why has no one tried this before? Also, found a more specific category for the creatures and got some even weirder ones.

https://abookofcreatures.com/category/humanoids/

>>13215

If you ask me those drawings are nothing more than propaganda to make monster girls look bad. That's why I'm more than happy to set the record straight.

I couldn't find a mushroom girl picture that I liked the look of so I used a different plant species. By the way, the problem was not with photoshop, it was me getting the layer order wrong by mistake.

>>13216

This is just beautiful, my friend. Thank you for taking the initiative.

>>13217

You're welcome! These are fun to do.

>>13244

>complete stranger often enquire who is a good girl and then inform her she is in fact a good girl

>>13245

>>13247

>smol monstergirl Trump deports all the fugly rejects back to their territories

We need this now.

>>13249

In the Monster Girl Encyclopedia the Anubis backstory is that she deals with with intruders who enter ancient ruins, so there is precedent. But I think Momiji is already established as the main Trump wolf girl.

>>13250

>fugly monsters have become restless in recent years

>they too crave the loins of men

>some have even begun to organize small bands of various species, united by their thirst

>they've infiltrated various towns and cities

>in the dead of night, they kidnapped their men

>have been fucking them ever since

>furious, the monstergirls go on a witch hunt, led by little Momiji herself

>they find the monster's habitats, but none of their hubbies can be found

>it turns out they never left

>ignorant to this knowledge, the monstergirls lamented over the loss of their collective hubbies

>while this occured, the small monster bands were living out their lives with their new fucktoys, deep within the abandoned subway tunnels

>>13252

Very cunning but I have faith ARE WOLF GIRL will be able to sniff out the deception.

>>13253

>the days became weeks, and soon years

>their cities grew quiet, as their joyous songs ceased

>even their leader hadn't let out a single "awo" since ths incident

>they had been scouring the continent, looking for any sign of their hubbies

>it was only after the searches ceased that the disappearances began

>people had reported strange noises coming from the tunnels and pipes, like animals

>several pest/animal control officers were sent in to take care of the problem, but none returned

>something was wrong

>Momiji sent their city's finest to sniff out the problem

>what they found shocked them

>a veritable nest had been constructed within the tunnels

>after disposing of the immediate threats (monster sentries), they moved further in

>after what seemed like hours, they reached the heart of this heretical hive

>within was a pit of depravity unlike any of them had ever seen

>the now bruised and scarred men were being rode raw by the monsters, while the officers were all huddled together, jilling each other off to the sights before them

>once the beasts noticed the intruders, all hell broke loose

>gunshots, screeches, and moans echoed throughout the city's underworld, even being heard on the surface

>though they found their hubbies and slew the monsters, all was not well

>it appears the monsters could breed with men

>the small spritely forms of new "monstergirls" came bounding and dancing about in their new world

>since they had nowhere else to send them, they left them within the care of the man's previous spouse

>so there they were: raising children not of their blood, and unable to make their own, as the men were incapable of copulation, both due to emotional and physical trauma

>even Momiji had to care for her own long-nosed bug-eyed "daughter"

>>13255 (Checked)

>that image

The thing is I can't work out how much of that you edited versus what was already there.

Well she may look like a shrimp but that little bow on her head works wonders. If she is raised well perhaps her personality will be her main asset… or her sense of humour. Jesus Christ.

Let us pray.

>>13258

I'd imagine she was very sweet and full of energy in her early years, but became very shy when she met other people. She knew she wasn't the same as everyone else, and distanced herself from most. Though she does have a few gal-pals, she still feels out of place.

>Let us pray.

Yes, let's

>>13260

Wait a minute, I think that species is a mosquito-like creature, not a shrimp. According to the source

>An abúhukü will cut a hole in the skull before sucking out the contents of the body

>Abúhuwa are fortunately quite stupid, and can easily be outwitted by children

>Armpit hair from an abúhukü makes a potent ingredient in poisons

It just keeps getting worse. Maybe with some plastic surgery she'll be alright… and keeping the skull hole-cutting to a minimum.

>>13255

>>13260

I’m not usually for the tainted blood rhetoric, but… ugh. I think the gas would be humane. Sterilisation at the very least.

>>13264

That’s okay; just bring in a few mindflayers (the attractive good ones) to repair the men. They’ll probably pair up with unmarried guys but nobody would object to that.

How can earth girls even compete?

>>13292

>life on uranus has them climbing out of a hole in the ground

kek

>>13293

Uhhh…

>>13255 (checked)

So is Momiji monstergirl President now? Is that /cuckquean/ canon?

>>13296

That ain't even the weirdest shit. Look at the inhabitants of the Jovian moons.

>>13301

Nah, I think that's another pesky Jovian lizard.

>that middle alien is super eager for some human cock

Wouldn't be the first time. Inner planets didn't stand a chance.

A few creatures from other star systems. Got more bestial critters, and even some giants.

>>13331

More weird extrasolar creatures. Lotta warring factions in these for some reason.

>>13333 (fuckin checked)

I see your point, but considering the creatures themselves are depicted in less detail, there is more left to the imagination. For instance, the Mizarians look kinda like Suu from a distance, and who resist such a little cutie?

Just went through some of my older shit looking for more retro ayys, and found this little sweetie instead.

>>13334

Did some doodles.

>>13333 (Checked)

Excellent use of quads to reinforce your point.

>>13342

I had to do this anon.

>>13350

Fug, neanrly died laughing, you did good. Also found a handy size chart for the Solar system creatures.

Found some more modern ones to choose from. This is the only pic I could find with them all together, so if any strike you fancy I'll find a full reference pic of them.

>>13363

And that would be Para-Dice, cyborganic(?) catgirl alien. Meant to be a techno wiz-kid. Not much was really covered specieswise, but I can only assume it'd be like a planet-wide Japan: technologically advanced, yet still finds the time for fun.

>>13364

Oh hey, lookit that. Forgot she had some decent R34 that'd be perfect for the thread.

>>13099

"Oooh, Iga, come quick, I think I found her!" I exclaim in hushed tones as I pull the tray from the freezer.

Iga hurries to my side, and examines the toe tag on the body, "Yeah, says so," she peers around me to get a good look at our prospect, "Something of a looker, too. No tits to speak of, though."

"She was pretty, but it's the brain I want," I say, tilting the head and getting a better look at her, "They say she was one of the youngest and most successful competitive chess players, so she must have had something going on upstairs."

"Sounds like it," Iga says, pulling out the body bag to prepare her for transport, "But there's also more to intelligence than just that sort of analytical stuff. She might not work as perfectly as you think."

"If something isn't working, we can use parts from more than one brain. But it said she drowned, so I don't think it's too damaged," I say, helping Iga with the bag.

"What I mean, Victoria," she pauses as we heave the corpse over to the table, and situate it in the bag, "What I mean is that this might account for personality, too. Do you really want your perfect woman to have heavily autistic traits?"

"I don't understand the question," I tell her. Honestly, no idea where Iga is going with this. But, since she doesn't really grasp much about boys, I can't expect her to understand what a perfect girl would be like, either.

"No, I guess you don't," she says, quite flatly.

The lights in the morgue blink on and off repeatedly.

"Eli, you're supposed to be keeping watch, what are you playing with the lights for," I look over to see him standing in the doorway, with a hospital worker. Shit.

On second examination, I recognize her.

Wait - what the hell is she doing here?!

"You!" I shout, pointing at the familiar, frumpy looking, messy haired, boyfriend molesting bitch.

"We meet again," she says, looking at both Iga and I, then at Eli - longer than I appreciate.

"We're like three counties over, how did you find us?" Iga asks in my stead, while I'm still in shock.

"I didn't. You found me. I was just coming into work," she shrugs.

"You're a coroner at two hospitals?" I demand.

"Oh, I'm not the official coroner of either, just some part time at both. You know how it is, places don't want to give full time with benefits and all that, so I have to make due. Not ideal, but it works. And it sometimes has perks," she grins and gives Eli a light slap on the ass, to which he jumps. About to be another corpse in here.

It's a hell of a coincidence, if it is one, but it's something I'll have to concern myself with later. I sigh and trade a glance with Iga and Eli, before turning back to the hospital she-devil.

"So… what? You going to turn us in, or what?" I ask, annoyed.

"Not at all! Why would I want anything bad to happen to my graverobbing friends, who've been so friendly with me," again, I don't care for how she looks at Eli when she says 'friendly'.

"What do you want?" I ask with clenched teeth, afraid of the answer.

"Look, if you just want to neck with Eli again for a few, I think we can arrange that," Iga blatantly offers what isn't hers to give. Two. Two corpse will be in here.

"Oh, nothing like that," the coroner waves her hand.

"I want something a little more involved," she smiles creepily, "After all, you're looking at something of a high profile body there. It will be a fair amount of work to explain what happened. I risk losing my job, you know."

"Just get to the point," I demand.

"It's simple," she says, "Either I can call security, and we can all go downtown with the police, or just your handsome friend can take a quick trip downtown for me."

"I… don't follow…" I say, confused.

Iga steps over to me and stands up on her tip-toes to whisper something in my ear.

What.

"No! No, no, no, no, no! Not going to happen!" I shout, incensed that she would even suggest such a think.

"If that's the way you want it," the woman shrugs and reaches towards her phone.

>Be peasant girl

>Grow up on a ranch just outside a small village

>A family of townies move in from the capital

>The son is kinda dopey, but cute

>Make him your bf

>He won’t stop going on and on about his childhood dream of becoming an adventurer

>Everyone else in his life has told him he’s not cut out for the life and to give it up

>You don’t discourage him, but privately think such a path isn’t worth the tribulations

>Time passes and somehow he talks you into tagging along on a mini-excursion to prove he can handle it

>You agree despite yourself; you’re a strong girl and there’s only monstergirls in this part of the world, so you don’t have to worry about getting killed or you being assaulted if things go wrong, let him get it out of his system

>Should have kept the Monster Girls and the “not you getting assaulted” parts more in mind

>Sneak out one weekend and trek up the nearby mountain

>Stumble upon a dragon horde

>Fill your packs with lucre

>Run into dragongirl on the way out

>She breathes fire on you both, incinerating your clothes

>Starts growling and threatening you before sniffing the air and zeroing in on your bf’s cock

>She jumps your bf

>She fucks your bf

>And you just stand there watching

>Afterwards she’s in such a good mood she lets you both go with the money you stole

>Your bf considers that all a major success, decides to leave town right after

>You can’t think of anything to do but to follow

>He tramps around the wildlands in the buff, cock proudly erect, baiting any feral monster girl you encounter for a one-off roll in the hay

>You have to let him fuck those girls while you search for the hordes to plunder, or stand by at the ready to tie them up to turn them in for a bounty

>You both quickly achieve a lot of notoriety for your methods

>Your bf is known across the land as “The Monster Layer”

>And you’re just the girl who gets them off his dick when he’s done

>Be gloomy goth girl

>Move into an old haunted house

>Reputation is real, there’s definitely a ghost here

>Ghost is of some preppy, happy-go-lucky cheerleader girl

>Slightlydisappointing.png

>Ghost asks to possess you to experience world of the living again

>You’d heard horror stories of people possessed by ghosts; that they’d black out and come to their senses in the scene of a horrific crime, that they’d be helplessly trapped in their head for days or weeks as the ghost destroyed their lives and reputations, that the spirit would plague them with nightmares and drive them inside

>But your ghost friend isn’t like that, and you feel kinda bad for her, so you take a leap of faith

>True to your intuition, she’s a gracious guest in your body, never really subverting your autonomy

>She pranks you occasionally by making your hands spasm or loss their grip when your holding something, and likes to compel you to order sugary junk food to taste alongside you, but it’s so brief and minor that you indulge her

>One night months after you started bodysharing, she decides she wants to go to a vampire club

>It was never really your scene, you never got that try-hard or cringey, but you can’t think of a good reason not to

>Hit the club, it’s not as bad as it could have been

>Soon enough find yourself rubbing shoulders with a guy

>Tall, pale, well-groomed black hair, dressed fancy but understated, with a button-up shirt, slacks, and simple-cut waistcoat

>When your ghost friend makes your mouth invite him back to your place you are in 100% agreement

>Get home

>Ghost friend partially phases out of your body

>Pick-up is startled, but easily gets behind seeing a real ghost

>Checks to make sure you’re fine with what the ghost wants and is doing, how considerate

>A lot of making out going on, ghost friend siphoning a bit of life energy to make herself partially tangible to get in on the kisses and gropes

>Quickly find yourself nude and bent over your dining table, panting and dripping with desire

>Ghost friend in still desynched with you, her figure flipped over and sitting on the edge of the table, melded with you only at the hips

>Pick-up gets behind, steadies himself, and sinks his length into your core

>Godyouveneededthis.gif

>You hear ghost girl giggle lightly over your throaty sighs

>Instant alarm bells, that’s her “malicious” giggle

>Suddenly you lose all sensation in your pelvic region

>You gasp at the betrayal, but it’s drowned out by ghost girl’s cry to your shared beau to ram it home

>Pick-up starts at a fast pace with strong strokes

>Your belly digs into the table’s edge with each thrust, so you can’t articulate your lack of feeling

>Ghost Girl is hogging your nerve responses to herself and is loving it, yowling and moaning like a cat in heat

>Hook-up is very active with his hands; rubbing your back, running fingers through your hair, palming your breasts

>That last on gives your back some delicious sensation, and gives you the idea to rub your clit

>No feedback

>Now that’s just unnecessary and cruel

>Hear ghost girl sloppily kissing with the guy, their impassioned cry’s rising in pitch and fervor

>Ghost Girl gives a long, undulating yell, and your beau grinds his hips against your ass deeply and holds

>He pulls out and you only feel his cum seeping out of you when the dribble starts rolling down your thighs

>You hold your position as he scribbles on a notepad he had in a breast pocket and puts his contact information down on the table next to you with a soft kiss on your lips

>Completely not his fault you didn’t get off, and ghost girl definitely found him satisfying

>You’ll have to do want you can to experience him yourself

>He leaves after a last second nuzzle to ghost girl, who fully exits you once the door closes behind him

>”You are a cold hearted bitch,” you tell her, looking over your shoulder to glare at her micheavous face peering down at you

>She grins unrepentantly, but then kneels behind you and starts lapping at your quim

>The feel of her tongue is light, almost insubstantial, but sharp. Like little puffs of cool air on your clit and and inner folds, but you don’t mind

>It takes a while, but eventually you feel the unfolding tension of an onset orgasm

>You let the sensation wash over you, only to have the breath knocked out of you as the rush of endorphins is overpowered by a wave of chills as ghost girl renters your body

>With a huff you pick yourself up and march to the shower, resolutely ignoring the echoing cackles inside your skull

>Be on picnic with bf

>Get a little tipsy on wine

>Lose your balance and fall back against a tree

>Tree had a giant rabbit hole at the base, you go down it

>Your bf throws himself down after you

>End up in Wonderland

>End up in Monster Girl Wonderland

>Wellthissucks.png

>Go on a series of trippy misadventures you really don’t feel like reliving in your efforts to make it back home

>Sexy monster girls everywhere trying to steal your bf

>Eventually manage to escape

>With your bf still with you

>Go home and feel a little frisky

>Get in bed with bf and pop his pants open

>Thismanhasnodick.gif

>Hear someone laughing above your held

>A floating purple cat girl grins smugly down at you as she holds your bf’s disembodied penis in her paws

>The Cheshire Cat disappears before you can react

>Weeks pass

>Your bf is in constant sexual torment as the Wonderland Monster Girls pass his dick around like a living dildo

>At all hours some nonhuman hussy is getting off on his dick and there’s nothing you can do about it

>He’s distracted and a nervous wreck from the unceasing overstimulation

>You are infuriated at your helplessness

>Cheshire rubs salt in the wound by constantly opening dimensional windows or granting you visions of Monster Girls using your bf’s cock

>Then one day, she steals your pussy for her and her bisexual friends to tease

>Fucking bitches ruin every single one of your orgasms

>Never even have the pity to put your’s and your bf’s genitals together again, even just once.

>>13295

Yes.

>>13364

>>13365

>cyborganic catgirl alien

What a qt.

>>13373

Yes, another part. Love this story.

>>13410

Clicked on one at random: http://yokai.com/hannya/

>They were once human women who were consumed by jealousy and transformed into demonesses

>>13410

>yokai.com

Oh hey, we have similar tastes. Also remembered this crazy shit. While the creatures aren't entirely accurate to their respective texts, the designs are cutesy enough to get a pass.

http://manalanextdoor.com/archive

>>13410

Buddhists should get their shit together and remove kebab instead of bulliing innocent monstergirls.

>>13410

>freaky she-creatures

Anything in particular? I could probably find more for ya.

Also I just love the idea of Monstergirls society having internal breeding hierarchies. If you don’t know what I mean, consider these examples:

>Be Saiyan Girl living in diaspora

>Catch the eye of the strongest male on your host planet

>Life together happily

>Colony Ship full of other Saiyan girls arrives

>They’re all stronger than you

>Saiyan customs allows the strongest male to have as many mates as he wants, but if he wants a specific weaker female as his lover he must first hook-up with every female stronger than her

>In order to stay together with your bf, you need to let all the other girls move in with you and have first dibs on sexy times and babies

—

>Be Goblin Princess

>Somehow win the affections of a wandering human knight

>Goblin Customs declare that only the Royal Consort is fit to and worthy of siring the next generation of Goblinkind

>Personally and Singlehandedly

>And to make sure you fulfill your royal duty to your people, you are forbidden from taking your study Human hubby’s dick in your pussy yourself until you get him to breed with every single other Gobliness in your kingdom first

>>13437

This work? There were others, but they seemed either a bit too fur/scalebaity, or too humanoid to be "monstrous."

>>13444

>spoiler

Same. Also found this thing, but honestly wasn't sure what it strays closer to.

>>13448

These better?

>>13450

If it has a snout, it's out. We do have a furry thread for that stuff.

>>13448

I generally agree, in monstergirls, the 'girl' part is as important as the 'monster' part. More monstrous is good, but less girl is bad, however, one doesn't necessarily take away from the other.

Still, I find it's hard to apply a strict metric with these things. Case in point, the attached pic. I really like this one, I find it has a strong mix of both monstrous and feminine, but I can't put my finger on exactly -why- it comes across that way. It seems like it should be lacking the appropriate human elements, but somehow it's not.

>>13461

Well it's face looks relatively human so it's easier to empathize with. Still I imagine few men would be sexually attracted to such a thing. It's too inhuman, sex with it is too much like bestiality. She can be cute, yes, but not sexy to most humans, and this is a fetish board ultimately.

I would recommend lurking on

>>>/monster/

for a bit, as the monsters on that site are good examples of the right girl-to-monster ratio.

>>13461

Like >>13463 said, it's mainly the face but also the body. It's more lithe, as opposed to larger or stumpier like the ones I posted earlier. It's closer to the feminine form, ergo a more attractive creature.

>>13373

"Wait! Wait wait! Hold on!" I shout, and she pauses before grabbing the phone, "Just hold on. Iga, team meeting."

I grab my lab assistant and pull her aside, facing away from that creepy woman.

"What do you think?" I whisper, "I think I can-"

"Do I get a say in this?" Eli says, and I peer back.

"Oh, um. Yeah, sure, I guess," I wave him over.

"You thinking about going through with this?" Iga asks me, some surprise in her voice.

"You're asking her if she'll go through with this?" Eli leans in, "I'm seriously right here."

I press a finger to his lips, "If you two will let me finish, I was saying, I think I can take her down with a quick swing to the head from that three hole punch on her desk, if you two will just hold her still."

"We are not killing anyone," Eli pulls my hand away, "I feel like that's a reasonable expectation. I'm putting my foot down on this one."

"Who said anything about killing? I just mean a quick blow to the head to knock her out. She'll wake up later, just fine. No permanent damage," I argue.

"Victoria, you are literally a brain surgeon, you aren't going to convince me that you believe blunt force trauma like that is harmless," he points out, holding the bridge of his nose.

"I… fine," I relent. Goddammit.

"So what do you think we should do?" I ask, "I didn't bring any chloroform, but it is a hospital, so-"

"That's never going to work," Iga chimes in, "Even if you knock her out, she's still seen all of us. I think you should probably just do what she ask."

"Again," Eli says, "I'm the one being asked to do something, not her."

"I'm not giving into that cock-extortionist!" I whisper-shout.

"I. Eli. I would be the one giving in."

I put my finger to his lips again, so I can think.

"What's the big deal? It's not like it's the first time for this," Iga tells me.

Eli's eyes open wide and he gives her an annoyed stare. My thoughts exactly, baby.

"That was just a kiss, this is different," I point out.

"No, I mean when-" she coughs, then waves her hand, "Nevermind, I see what you mean. Different."

Honestly, she gets so flaky sometimes.

"Still, he's quite good, so you might even get her help if we need more bodies," Iga continues arguing nonsense.

"I'm well aware… Wait, how do you know how-"

"The walls!" she cuts me off, "Old house. Paper thin walls. I can hear you two at night."

Of course she's a pervert like that. I'm not really angry at her, she's no good with men, so if she has to live vicariously, that's okay, I guess.

"Speaking of, you are aware that I can hear everything you say, right?" the coroner interjects, and we all raise our heads.

"How much is ever-" I start.

"Everything," she says. Shit.

"Given that you've just plotted my murder, I think I'm going to go ahead and make that call to security," she grabs the receiver.

"Stop! I'll do it!" I blurt out, all at once, in a panic, surprising even myself.

"-You'll- do it?" Eli quirks an eyebrow.

"Yes. I'll do it. I'll give her you," I say, then sigh and hang my head.

"Okay, I seriously think I should get a say in-"

"Deal!" she shouts, grabbing him by the fabric of the shirt (or scrubs, rather) over his chest, and pulls him into her office, a separate room in the morgue. I trudge after them, slowly, but she stops me at the door.

"I don't really need you for this part," she says, flatly, and closes the door in my face.

I just stand there, hearing the muffled sounds of voices on the other side.

"Come on, Victoria," Iga rests a hand on my shoulder, "Let's get this body ready to go."

>>13469

It doesn't take long to get the body ready to go. We wrap it up and get it on the stretcher, and put it by the door. Then we go through the freezers, and we find another one worth taking. If the price is going to be exorbitant, then I'm going to take as much as I can.

But it doesn't take long, and we're left sitting here in the morgue, waiting.

I can still hear them. Not their voices anymore… well, not both of their voices. I can hear her, moaning like the slut she is. Laying it on a bit thick, too. The furniture squeaking, the rustling of clothes and papers on the desk, it's hard to pretend that anything else is happening.

"You okay?" Iga asks me, sitting down right next to me.

"No I'm not okay!" I exclaim, sitting there wringing my hands, "That filthy cock extortionist is in there putting her filthy cunt all over my poor baby!"

"Tongue," she says.

"I'm sorry?"

"You said cock extortionist," Iga raises a finger, "She's only using his tongue. She hasn't touched his cock yet."

"Oh, sorry for not being specific about the way she's molesting my boyfriend-" I pause, "Wait, what do you mean 'yet'?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. She's kissed him, and he's eating her out, but she hasn't so much as put a finger on his cock yet."

"No, I got that," I furrow my brow, "But 'yet' implies that there's going to be a future event in which she does."

"Well, given the way things have been going, if we have to make another one of these runs, and we run into her, she'll presumably want to actually fuck him next time," she explains, a little coldly clinical for the subject matter, "She escalated her demands this time, I would logically expect that to continue."

"There is not going to be a next time, Iga. I'm not letting that cancerous bitch take advantage of me or my sweetie anymore," I cross my arms.

"Hopefully we have enough bodies to work with, then."

"If we don't, we'll find some other way," I just sit there, glaring at the door.

"I don't see what the big deal is. It's not like she's taking him away from you, Victoria. You don't lose anything in the process, it's just a quick sexual favor," Iga needs to stop, "He's just tongue-fucking her, not running off with her. After she's finished cumming on his face, he's still going home with you."

"Iga…"

"Just because he sexually satisfies her doesn't diminish his ability to do the same for you, or anyone else. And he still loves you."

"Iga, can you just n- wait, anyone else?!" I turn to her sharply.

"Just a turn of phrase. Hypothetical," she puts up her hands.

"This isn't helping," I go back to staring at the door.

"Okay, then look at it this way: Do you think she compares to you? As a woman?" Iga asks.

"Of course not. I'm not a debased slut that uses blackmail to take advantage of people's boyfriends," I explain.

"Yeah, maybe we shouldn't get up on a moral high horse, what with the whole necromancy and grave robbing we're doing…" who's side is she on, now?

"…Touche. She's still mouth-raping my true love in there, so if you think that's going to-"

"Moral stuff aside, point I was getting at - we can agree that she couldn't get an Eli on her own charms, right? She's really not in your league. Either of ours," Iga moves to sit across from me.

"Of course not," I say, not mentioning that Iga couldn't get an Eli either. There's no point in being needlessly hurtful, even if she's getting on my nerves.

"So maybe this is the only way she can get attention from a real man. It's underhanded, but not something we can't understand," I hate to admit that she's got a point.

"Maybe that's true, but it doesn't mean I'm just going to give my man over to be abused by some evil whore that's beneath him," I say, wringing my hands again.

"No, of course not. But you can understand it, right? Seeing you and him, getting jealous, and using the tools at your disposal to take advantage? I don't think she's evil, just kind of pathetic, in that sense," she says.

I give a thoughtful look, but don't respond. I just go back to watching the door. Maybe Iga is right, maybe this woman is just desperate for attention and doesn't know how to get it. I guess Iga would understand that. I've seen how she looks at Eli sometimes, and I sometimes feel sorry for her.

And time keeps passing. Finally, I decide that I've had enough. I get up and rush across the floor. Iga gets up and follows me, saying something about a "bad idea", but I can barely hear her. I grab the knob and throw the office door open.

>>13474

I freeze immediately. She's sitting on the desk, leaning back and holding herself up with her arms. Her labcoat is partially falling off, and her shirt is opened, one of her breasts hanging out in the air. Her skirt is hitched up and her legs are splayed wide. And there, between them, is my poor baby, being forced to lick her vile pussy. My heart goes out to him, wishing I could save him from this abuse.

He's going at it aggressively, probably trying to get this over with as fast as possible, so that he can get away from her. It's hard to admit, but watching him is actually… kind of hot. I would never say that to him, what would he think if I said I was aroused by watching this woman force herself on him? But, maybe because I've been on the receiving end, seeing him perform from outside is oddly sexy.

I don't have much time to think about it, as no sooner have I barged in, then she starts humping against his face like the crude animal she is. She starts moaning like a beast, too, and I just stand there, watching as she cums on my baby's tongue, right in front of me.

I'm still in shock as she finally subsides and collapses back against the desk, sending office supplies flying.

"Oookay, okay, you can go," she says, in between pants, waving a hand towards me, "Take whatever you want."

The ride back is quiet again. I ask Iga to drive, and thankfully, she keeps doesn't talk. I sit in the back with Eli, holding onto his arm and comforting him after his ordeal. He tells me he's fine, probably not wanting to worry me. I can't help but feel guilty for putting him through that, though.

We're all feeling better by the time we get back, though. Sacrifices have been made, but we got what we came for. Eli and Iga both help me bring the bodies into the lab. I get excited as we put them out on the slab. I think this is it, I think this is everything we need. And the bodies are in great condition.

I jump up a little like an excited girl, and thank them both. I lean over and kiss Eli lovingly, and embrace him. And then I pause.

"You… um, haven't washed your mouth out yet" I observe.

"No… didn't really get a chance," he responds, a bit sheepishly.

I go to wipe my mouth, but realize there's something familiar about this. This is the same smell, same taste, that was all over him the other night.

So this is a thing.

>>13447

This is just plain disgusting.

I love monster girls. They’re cute and beautiful and have just the right amount of autism-pleasing detail that if they existed I’d want my bf out getting as much tail heh as he could. Preference: With a Kenkou Cross-style Anubis. Can you imagine? I can.

These abominations that’re creeping into the thread are not monster girls. They’re girl monsters. At first I thought the sketchy ones were weird but cute in a “by Anon age 8” kind of way but it’s getting worse and worse. It seems to me like this is just someone who has discovered a place that will tolerate a fetish that /monster/ won’t and is paying lip service to the cuckqueaning aspect.

Putting them in the furry thread >>13451 seems like one way but honesty I don’t think many of these qualify as furry either. But this distracts from the main point, which is that so can’t see how much of this relates to /cuckquean/.

>>13626

I'm sorry about this. I'll try to find more relevant girls. I let y'all down, and I can admit it. Hope I can still stick around.

I think that now is a good time to clarify content. Rule 4 of /cuckquean/ requires that grotesque content is spoilered and has a warning attached. (Note that although 'guro' as in グロ is commonly used in English to mean 'images of violent injury or torture', it encompasses anything likely cause a reaction of reflexive disgust in the viewer e.g. images of disease, malformed body parts, etc.)

Although it is not codified in our rules, it is also polite to post content that relates to a thread's topic. Experienced imageboard posters know what sort of deviation is and isn't considered a breach of this rule. Hence: Furries belong in the furry thread.

Some examples follow.

>>13441

>>13447

These are 'grotesque' within the meaning of /cuckquean/ rule 4. They have been spoilered. If you want to post about cuckqueaning that involves the vixens having grotesque physical features of this kind or being mostly inhuman, please move it to a dedicated thread and comply with rule 4.

>>13450

The first image is borderline grotesque, though in the context of the furry thread it may not be. The second image is not grotesque but it is furry.

>>13447

This is furry at least and borderline inhuman at most, but it is not grotesque. It belongs in the furry or inhuman thread.

>>13466

The first two images are just somewhat ugly, but the last is definitely furry.

>>13463

>good examples of the right girl-to-monster ratio

The attached /monster/ standard diagram is a good reference.

>>13640

Everything beyond those singled out as furry, grotesque, and inhuman are ok, right?

>>13642

See >>13638

I'm gonna stick to more traditional monstergirls from now on. Western shit's still fine, right?

>then posts will start disappearing

You're welcome to trash it all, I'm starting over.

>>13613

True. She's just being a good friend after all.

>>13626

You said what we were all thinking.

Love Anubis. Monster girls who are cat or dog like are so appealing because I absolutely love them both. Channelling their adorable and fun behaviour into memes and stories provides great inspiration. Really getting in to all the Egyptian mythology stuff too since The Mummy. Not a great film but Princess Ahmanet is waifu tier.

>>13643

The country of origin isn't the issue. I can explain it more from my point of view if you like, because that pic of Hekapoo you've posted has the same problems to a lesser extent, but I wouldn't really be saying anything new from what's already been said.

>>13659

>>13659

I already get the gist: you guys want humans with some animal elements incorporated in their deisgn, but still a recognizable as a an attractive human female (both with or without an unnatural skintone). Heka and the other Princesses I posted are more odd-looking and cartoonish, blurring the line between "monster" and "girl." Then the shit I posted earlier pretty much crossed straight into monster territory, making them too bestial for the average guy. Again, I'm sorry for having shit up this thread, and I hope we can make ammends.

>>13671

>vanilla

And I'm fine with that, I can do that.

>>13671

>/aco/ has regular threads about the monsters from DOOM for fuck's sake.

Hey now, let's not go ruling stuff out.

>>13704

And I wouldn't blame you for hating me.

>>13667

OK I just found that whole set. Fuck me.

>>13702

>>13704

Anons you have to speak up if you have an issue. I agree with you both but my choice was to kind of meme against it when perhaps it would have been better to set the anon in question straight much earlier.

>>13729

>OK I just found that whole set. Fuck me.

It’s really something. I just saw this, too.

>>13476

"Wow, you're right, the muscle tissue is far denser than it should be!" Iga exclaimed, her face glued to the microscope.

"It's something I'd never expected," I explain, "But the dead tissue isn't just regenerating, it's become heartier than it was originally… or it's turning into a giant tumor. I still need to run more tests.

And I need to stop thinking about what Eli tasted like yesterday.

"And it's effecting everything like this?" she asks, looking up at me. Like she's done nothing wrong.

"Everything I've looked at so far is doing -something- like this. It isn't all identical, but there's definitely a trend for all cellular material to show heightened activity," I continue, "Whether or not it will be positive is yet to be seen. The muscles are one thing, but changes elsewhere could cause her to have massive organ failure or be braindead."

I bite my lip, trying to stay focused.

"And you said there's no more rejection?" she plants her face back on the microscope.

"There isn't. We've successfully convinced the immune system that these are all the body's own organs."

"Whose DNA did you use as a base?" Iga asks, fiddling with the scope, then looking back up.

"My own. I needed a living sample," I display a red dot on my fingertip, "It's hard to say if it will continue to work, given the changes the formula is having. In theory, it should fool even a robust immune system, but who knows how it will change."

Easy, Victoria. Just because she's the only other woman in the house, it doesn't necessarily mean anything.

"So did you want to move on to testing the-"

"Iga are you fucking my boyfriend!?" I blurt out, clenching my eyelids.

"Absolutely I'm not fucking Eli without your permission!" she shouts back, almost too quick. Then starts moving around to the other side of the lab table.

I furrow my brow, "That's an oddly specific claim, Iga. Why would you need to specify the presence of permission."

"I don't know, it just came out like that! I would never fuck him behind your back!" she's very defensive.

"You can just say you wouldn't fuck him, Iga, you don't need the qualifiers!"

"Why is this turning into a grammar lesson!"

"I don't know!" I groan and rub my temples.

"Why are you accusing me, Victoria?! What makes you think I'm the one fucking him?"

"So someone -is- fucking him?!" my eyes widen.

"I, uh, don't know that," she stammers a little, "You're the one who seems to think so!"

"His cock tasted like pussy the other day, Iga! That's evidence!"

"So you should've asked him!"

"I couldn't, I had my mouth full!"

"Wait, you just kept blowing him?" she asks, "That's kinda lewd, Victoria."

"Don't you think I know that!" I shout, "And you're the only other woman in the house."

"That isn't evidence that it was me!" she claims, "Maybe you fucked him and just forgot!"

"It didn't taste like me, Iga!"

"Oh, bullshit, you can't tell different pussies by taste! And that's also a super lewd thing to say!"

"I am aware!"

There's a lull in our shouting match, long enough for us both to calm down.

"Victoria, you're just uptight because of last night at the morgue, you should-"

"Swab!" I shout.

"I'm sorry… ?"

"I need to swab your vagina. Then I can test it against the fluids on Eli next time I think he's been with another woman, and I'll know if it's you," I explain to her.

"Victoria, that's insane. You're not going to swab me, and even if you did, then I'd just stop fucking him," she pauses, "If I was the one doing it, I mean."

"Sounds like a win-win," I start digging through our lab supplies, and find a swab, "Drop your pants, Iga, this'll be quick."

"Whoa, did you not hear me say you're not going to-"

I cut her off as I rush around the table after her, wielding my swab. She yelps and takes off, trying futilely to get away from me with her shorter legs. I dive at her and tackle her to the floor, overpowering the petite hussy.

"Stop!" she demands as I try to get into her pants, "Victoria, this is all kinds of sexual assault!"

"No! This is science!" I yell, grabbing one of her arms and pinning it behind her back, trying to get her to give up.

She shouts and screams as I twist her arm, for several whole minutes, before apparently reaching her breaking point, "Stop! Stop! I give up! Yes, I'm fucking Eli! Fine! You win!"

>>13822

I let go of her and stand up, "Ha! I knew… oh."

"What made you think you could touch my boyfriend!?" I demand.

Iga slowly gets up, rubbing her shoulder, "You did, Victoria."

Wasn't expecting that, "Say again?"

"You did. You asked me to fuck Eli. And you asked Eli to fuck me," she says, looking annoyed at me, "And not to talk about it."

"I realize I get lost in my work, and get absent-minded, Iga, but that's insane. When exactly did I do this?"

"It was after you finished the formula for the amnestic serum," she says.

"Excuse me, but if I invented a way to erase memories, I'm fairly sure I'd remem… Oh."

"Starting to make sense?" she asks.

"Not really! That still doesn't explain why I'd let another woman touch my baby," I cross my arms.

"You were afraid you were spending too much time in the lab, and that you weren't able to devote enough time to Eli's needs," Iga explains, sitting on a stool, "So you asked me to help you. But you were afraid you'd get too jealous, so you told us to keep it a secret, and erased your memory of the whole thing."

"That's insane, I'd… No, actually, that is kind of brilliant, now that I think about it," I idly tap my fingers on my teeth, "But how do I know this is really true? How do I know this isn't just an excuse to get away with this? Something cooked up by a short weirdo who steals other people's boyfriends because she can't get her own?"

"Okay, first of all, ouch," she says, annoyed, "I'm going to chalk that up to you being upset. Secondly, I have proof. It's in the safe in the cellar."

"We have a safe in the cellar?"

"Yes, you got it for the amnestic serum formula."

I remember having a cellar. I don't remember it being this many steps down. But then I don't remember the safe, either. Or, you know, telling my lab assistant to have a go at my boyfriend's cock. But here we are.

True to her word, the safe is right there, and she enters the combination.

"1-2-3-4-5? Really? That's the code?" I ask, incredulous.

"You said you wanted it simple. In case you forgot. I tried to explain that… you know what? Nevermind," Iga pulls it open and reaches in, producing a tape recorder.

She rewinds it to the beginning and hits play. I'm greeted by my own voice.

"This is a recording of my approval, for future use to myself, should I need to verify my agency in this arrangement," the voice starts, "I, Victoria F. Stein, hereby grant my personal approval to my loyal lab assistant, Iga, and my loving boyfriend, Eli, to have all forms of sexual congress with one another, as to make sure that my beloved's urges are satisfied when I am not present or able to do so, myself. Furthermore, I will be altering my memories of this knowledge, and they are, under no circumstances, to tell me of this arrangement, under penalty of me being super-pissed about it. Does that cover everything, Iga?" the recording comes to an end with a click.

"See? I told you that you-"

"What the hell, Iga?!" I shout.

"What? What is it now?!" she jumps back.

"What the hell do you think 'under no circumstances' means?"

"You held me down and literally twisted my arm!" she tries to make excuses.

"Fine! Fine," I hold my hands up, deciding I'd better pick my battles, "But I'm not about to amnestitize myself again right now, when I'm on the verge of such a huge breakthrough. So this thing with Eli has to stop."

"We can't do that!" she complains.

"Why not?"

"Because then Eli will know that you know!" she states what seems obvious, "Do you have any idea how much you had to go through to get him to agree to this? He thought it was insanity, and didn't want to sneak around behind your back or hurt you. If you tell him to stop cause you're jealous, how do think he'll feel?"

Oh god, she's right. I didn't think about what he wanted in this. Of course he'd object. What kind of bitch would I be if I go tell him to stop what I must have begged him to do, and make him feel awful about it? And if I tell him that I'm aware, he'll be full of guilt that he's hurting me.

"I know," Iga says, as if reading my thoughts, and reaches out and puts a hand on my shoulder, "We'll have to keep up the charade, for now. I'll try to keep it low-key."

I nod solemnly, "Thank you. And I'm sorry for trying to violate you with a swab."

"These things happen, don't sweat it," she says as we walk back upstairs, "By the way, I've been meaning to ask - what's the F stand for?"

"Froderick."

Iga snickers.

"It's a family name! Are you making fun of -my- name, Iga?"

"I'll have you know that 'Iga' is a normal Polish name!" she insists.

"Are you even Polish?"

"No, it's a coincidence that it's a real name. I think I was named after that Castlevania guy."

>>13824

"But you can't!" she'd said.

"We usually get together at this time!" she'd said.

"If I don't go up now, he might get suspicious. We agreed that we don't want him to find out that you know, right?" she'd said.

It made sense at the time. Don't mess up the routine, or else Eli might realize something is up. It wasn't until after she'd already gone upstairs that I realized that made no sense. If I was with my boyfriend, obviously Iga couldn't be. There'd be nothing suspicious.

She's a sneak, but it's hard to be mad at her. I suppose if I have to share my boyfriend with someone else, she's at least a good choice. And it's not like she's getting any elsewhere - she doesn't have my genius, and she's so short. How can she compete? It's too late now to stop her anyways, she's probably already got his…

I need to focus on something else.

But there's not much to work on, right now. I'm running some more tests, but it's mostly waiting right now. It's hard to focus anyways. If I'm being honest, I was quite in need of a good dicking before I was cunt-blocked by my own assistant.

I journey back down to the cellar, and open the safe. I'd spied some other documents in there, aside from the tape recorder, and can't help but be curious as to what else I'm hiding from myself.

Mostly notes relating to the amnestic serum. Interesting, but not something I can focus on, right now. But as I'm flipping through them, a piece of paper, more worn than the rest, falls from the stack to the ground. It isn't part of my notes. In fact, it isn't writing at all. It's… a map? No, a crude drawing of part of a floor plan. Drawn by my own hand, if I'm not mistaken. It takes me a few moments to decipher it and realize that it's a room in the house. The guest room beside Iga's room.

It's mostly just a copy of the room's layout, the only notable thing is an arrow pointing to the dresser against the wall to the next room. No, it's pointing to the wall itself, behind the dresser. And the other end of the arrow is a little drawing of an eye.

The implications of this go through my head, and I have an internal conflict over whether or not to investigate this now. If I disrupt them, it could be disastrous. And if this is what I think it is, I don't know if I could handle it. Finally, I decide that, no, I will not investigate. I'll leave this till later.

Unfortunately, when I finally decide this, I discover I'm already at the top of the stairs, and have taken my shoes off, as to avoid making too much noise. Screw it, guess I'm going.

>>13955

I can hear them from the hallway. They aren't loud. I'm not sure I'd suspect things if I didn't know. But I can definitely hear them. It's hard to hear, that's for certain. But I also… enjoy it? Sort of? I'm only human, okay. I know it's my boyfriend with another woman, but it's also the sounds of sex. And I know it's him. It fills me with jealousy, but I also love the sounds he makes.

I'm so confused.

But I have a task that I came up to do. I need to know what exactly is behind that dresser.

I carefully ease the door open and tiptoe in, slowly shutting it behind me. There is something exhilarating about this, knowing that it's happening so close by.

The dresser is lighter than I expected, actually. No one stays in this room, so there's not actually anything in it. But it's still sitting on a wood floor. I contemplate how I'm going to move this thing without alerting them. For some reason, my fingers keep drifting between my legs, and I have to forcibly pull them back. That isn't helping the process, Victoria!

I decide to sit on the ground to the side of the dresser, and I start slowly pushing it with my back. I stop every few seconds when I hear a squeak or a scratch, worried that I've been caught. But the sounds in the other room don't stop, and they don't seem to notice. When I finally get the mass of the dresser all the way over, I finally spot it. A little pin hole drilled into the wall to Iga's room. I was afraid of that.

What pervert put a whole in the wall? I apparently drew the diagram of the room, but that doesn't mean I drilled the hole, just that I documented it. This must have been Iga's doing. I already know she's a lonely pervert that's all too willing to fuck other people's boyfriends. She must have gotten off on the idea of me watching her and Eli, and put it here. Clearly I was planning on calling her out on it before I took the amnestic, and simply forgot.

I'll have to plaster this up later. The idea that I'd look through and actually -watch- Eli fuck another woman is insane.

But the hole is actually well done. It's neatly made and appears to be tucked between furniture on Iga's side, so that it probably can't be seen easily, but at the same time, gives a very clear view of the bed and both of them on it.

Goddammit.

>>13958

Look, I'm not into this stuff. I find this thoroughly objectionable. Even if it wasn't some short weirdo putting her pussy all over my man, I still wouldn't enjoy watching - I'm not some creepy voyeur. But I am a scientist, so curiosity is central to who I am. How could I seek to uncover how the world around me works and not be curious what's happening in my own house. And really, if I'm going to let Iga be with Eli, I need to at least make sure she's doing it right. So this is just a quick peek to confirm that she isn't being completely disappointing for him.

At first glance, it appears she is. They're already mid-act. I didn't get to see the foreplay, so I'll have to leave that till next time, and observe from the beginning. She's riding on top, and from his reactions, he seems to be enjoying himself. His hips are thrusting rather hard upwards into her, and her little body bounces a little each time.

I am disappointed that she's got her fingers down between her legs, rubbing her clit while she rides him. It's so selfish. Who do you think this is about, Iga? Those fingers could be playing with his balls, or caressing his chest, anything else! I'll be sure to have a word with Iga about this, later.

There is some irony that hits me when I realize that my own fingers have drifted below my panties. But, of course, I'm not in the process of pleasuring my man. She is. And this is really just a form of fidgeting, like drumming your fingers or clicking a pen. I just happen to be sliding fingers into my pussy and rubbing my clit, instead. More about occupying my hands while I think than sexual gratification. Fidgeting is a sign of intelligence, it's been documented.

It does feel good, though. Better than normal. Probably because I'm watching something in person. That it happens to be Eli and Iga, probably has nothing to do with it.

Thankfully, she does finally stop gratifying herself, albeit because Eli grabs her hands and uses them to pull her against him as he starts thrusting harder. He is really getting into it. Eli is normally not very loud in bed, but he's starting to make more noise than he does with me, which makes me think he's doing this intentionally. He must be moaning on purpose to make Iga feel better, and make her think she's doing a better job than she is. He's really sweet and thoughtful like that.

They shift positions a little, and I can clearly see where he enters her. She's very wet, almost obscenely so. But that's probably a good thing, because that looks like a tight fit. Really tight. Iga's a small girl, but her pussy looks even smaller than I expected. I'm surprised he even fits. I suppose she hasn't gotten properly fucked that much, before. I hope it isn't too tight, though. She's really strangling my poor baby's cock; I hope it isn't causing him discomfort. I'll be most upset with her, if it is.

The pace quickens again, and I can tell what's coming next. I can read my baby's body with ease, and he's almost there. He grabs her tight at the waist and shoulders, and kisses her hard. My heart skips a beat. For some reason the kissing is more intense for me, and it pushes me closer, too. He forces himself hard up into her, and finally, I can see the base of his cock twitch while he's lodged in her pussy, and I know that's cumming. From the sounds, she is, too, though I'm much less concerned with that.

I follow, as well. There's a flash of guilt and embarrassment as my orgasm rips through me, knowing that I'm cumming from watching my boyfriend empty himself into my lab assistant, but it's quickly forgotten with the intense pleasure. I haven't cum that hard in awhile. I have to tightly grip my mouth with my free hand in order to make sure I don't moan.

When I finally recover, I peer through the hole again and see them laying there, chatting, though I can't make out the words. I can see his semen dripping out of Iga's pussy, and my heart throbs a little again.

They start to get up, but thankfully, Eli falls back and stays in bed, while Iga gets dressed. I don't have to worry about him catching me. I can't help but notice Iga's lack of attention to the drip of cum sliding from her pussy, down over her thigh, as she pulls her panties on.

Quickly, I get up and straighten my clothes, hurrying down to the lab, hoping that Iga doesn't catch me, and I don't have to have an awkward conversation. It's going to be weird enough to know that my assistant will be full of my boyfriend's cum while she works next to me.

>>13955 (Checked)

>>13958

>>13959

Wow, very nice. Iga drilling that spy hole is pretty sad but we can't blame her. Can I just say though, isn't this off topic for the board? I mean, she's obviously NOT a cuckquean so I don't see the relevance. Personally though I still enjoyed the story.

>>13968

Here's some more of mine. I feel like I'm running low on motivation lately.

>>14033 (Checked)

It is a rational explanation as to why you/that anon feels low on motivation. Exploring the same concept of chastity but in different formats/structures may be a good way to find more inspiration and motivation. That's what works for me, so it's genuine advice.

>>14167

>If the chastity stuff is bothering anyone

It's not. Looking back at my original post maybe it came off as too sarcastic or pissy leading you to think this. Even if I hated chastity (I don't) just because one person doesn't like it doesn't mean you shouldn't post it.

>>14209

Those different things you've done were all really good. You did the video with the cuckquean logo too? Loved that one.

>>14222 (Checked)

>>14238

This one.

Kitten Science part 1

You pumped your fist and silently cheered in celebration. Yes! YES! You felt like jumping up and down and dancing but you couldn’t disturb them. Instead you tried to contain yourself as you watched.

She was sitting in your husband’s lap facing him, with her kneeling legs straddled either side of him. They were kissing passionately, really going for it. She held his face while his hands groped at her breasts. The other one cuddled into his side and stroked her sister’s hair. Occasionally her eyes glanced at yours but thankfully she didn’t let on. Either her powerful night vision or sensitive hearing had allowed her to immediately detect your presence in dark hallway. You nodded and mouthed good girl to let her know everything was okay. She knew what to do, both of them did.

They were purring loudly and rapidly now, like little steam engines powered by love. Your husband was completely enraptured by the girls and thanks to the only source of light being the glare from the TV screen, had no chance of spotting you. As long as you were quiet you could safely observe the experiment.

They had been watching a film together but that was forgotten now. It really was fascinating. After only a few minutes the petting and stroking had turned to flirting and nuzzling and when Kitty went in for a kiss he simply let it happen. This was a man who had resisted every previous attempt. A will of iron.

Unbeknownst to him, as a control you had paid for a very expensive escort to seduce him as well as trying a few of your assistants and researchers. A variety of different girls, approaches and personality types all failed. Despite every one being younger and prettier than you he had turned them all down, politely yet firmly. Perfectly loyal he had even told you about when Emily tried it. He had met her before at a work party so he must have felt he needed to. You just told him she must have been drunk and you wouldn’t hold it against her. Not a big deal. It was a little disappointing because you really would have liked him to start an affair with her. She was such a clever little thing and had contributed so much to the project. She was also extremely fuckable.

The cat girls however had broken down his defences with ease. Purrfect, you thought to yourself, silently snickering. This was a man who you had proven would never cheat on you – with a human girl. But here he was making out with not one but two cat girl hotties he had only just met. He didn’t even know cat girls existed until today when you brought them back from the lab. Nor did anyone else of course, they were your team’s creation. After so many years of difficult, frustrating and painful hard work two of these pretty creatures were all over your husband and he seemed to offer no resistance. You had found the answer.

He lifted Misty off him, placing her to the side, and stood up. He unceremoniously pulled down his trousers and underwear and sat back down. His erection was obvious. Misty climbed back on and lowered herself onto him. You tried to fully internalise this moment. Your husband’s cock was pushing inside a cat girl’s pussy. He was going to fuck her. Literally billions of dollars and it came down to this simple act. This is what it was all about.

He leant back his head and moaned. Interesting, not a single thought about wearing a condom either. So he wasn’t just willing to brazenly cheat, it was unprotected cheating too. You made a mental note of that. Your own pussy seemed to find this discovery interesting too. You lowered yourself to the ground as your knees turned to jelly.

Misty let out the most adorable series of squeaks you had ever heard. She was orgasming. Yes! Another success! The cat girls had been engineered to be highly sexually responsive and Misty was performing excellently. Your husband looked at her in shock and then a smile spread across his face. That’s right, you projected into his thoughts, she came for you instantly. Feel good about that and let your ego take over. This cute little kitten is your plaything now. Fuck her and make her cum again. He started to thrust into her forcefully. While Misty was trying to deal with her body’s reaction Kitty moved her face close to his. You saw her fangs as her mouth opened to meet his.

Fuck, this was hot. It was really happening. Your dreams were coming true but you had to stay focused. This was science.

>>14248

This is awesome, please continue the birth of the catgirl revolution.

>>14248

YES

E E

SEY

>>14253

I will!

>>14295

That's a neat idea.

>>14304

This.

>>14157

>>14145

I actually wanted to criticise and write a better version of your story, but ended up making a poem.

>>14248

Kitten Science part 2a

This was perfect. He was absolutely loving it, completely enthralled with the two cat girls. He should be, you thought, as they were literally designed for this purpose. They took turns kissing him and then each other when he guided their heads together. He obviously liked to see that. Girls, human or otherwise, should put on a good show for their man.

“Gonna cum,” he said, huskily.

Misty wrapped around him as tightly as she could. He tried to say something but his words were muffled by her tongue. You could see how hard she was squeezing him as her the muscles in her arms flexed. She began to raise and lower her hips at a furious rate. Before he had been fucking her, now she was fucking him, and with deliberate intent. Her programmed in instincts demanded it.

He struggled a bit but it did no good, he was cumming. So was she. You could see her abdomen pulse as a powerful orgasm tore through her. She was being rewarded for successfully mating with a human male but it also served a practical purpose: to draw his cum into her uterus where hopefully his sperm would begin their journey to fertilize a waiting ovum. She was designed to be highly fertile so there was a good chance one of them would get lucky and she would fall pregnant. If not there would be plenty more opportunities. You’d make sure of that.

His whole body convulsed with pleasure in time with his ejaculations. Interesting. So it seemed human males showed a very strong positive reaction to cat girls.

Anyway, you’d have to take her back to the lab for tests. Lots of scans, blood work, you’d have to see how her hormone balance had changed. That is of course if she was pregnant. She might not be, but that was what the tests would determine.

Thinking about all of this was just a desperate attempt to distract yourself from the urge to plunge your fingers down into your panties and get busy. Your pussy was demanding you do something about its current predicament. It was well aware you had just seen your husband fuck a cat girl, taking her virginity, and finishing inside her while her sister helped. Kitty would be next of course. Pumped full of cum by your husband. God, you loved him.

Are you seriously not going to shlick to this? You really should. You deserve to for everything you’ve done, don’t you think? Come on, just do it. Countless wives are going to learn to do the same thing when cat girls take over so you might as well get started.

No! You slowly backed away. You saw Misty lift herself off and then Kitty bend down to his wet cock with her mouth open. Her eyes were fully dilated, wild with lust. They snapped to yours.

You looked away deliberately and quietly crawled to the front door where you waited patiently. You stood up and straightened out your clothes and hair, composing yourself. After about ten minutes the light in the living room went on. You made an exaggerated pantomime of loudly opening the door and then closing it, giving your husband plenty of time. You turned on the hallway light.

“Honey, I’m back!” you called. You waited for another minute and then walked back down the hall and into the living room. There they were, the little darlings, now dressed back up in their cute little outfits and curled around your husband. He looked a bit flushed but you’d just pretend to ignore that.

“Jenny kept me talking. You know what she’s like!” you said, feigning exasperation. “I love her but she treats me like her agony aunt sometimes, I swear,” you said.

He made an affirmative noise.

“Did you enjoy it?” you asked.

“What?” he asked, his voice sounding thick. He cleared his throat.

“The film,” you said.

Of course, he had only seen the first five minutes before he got distracted by Misty and Kitty’s tight little bodies and decided to cheat on you right in your own home.

“Yes, it was good,” he said.

Misty’s pussy was good too, wasn’t it?

>>14336

>>14337

Wonderful, thank you.

>>14353

Cat girls just snuggle and love their way into existing relationships. Sex happens naturally and the wife/girlfriend is so disarmed by their cuteness and being led by her ovaries that she doesn't object. There's no threat whatsoever. That's how I look at it.

>>14328

Seems good to me, I can't write very well though.

Also, catgirls.

>>14396

Yeah, he does some good work, I wish there was more of that series. I forget which artist the red and pink haired ones started with though.

>>14401

My headcanon on that series is simmilar to Neko Para, only instead of the younger sister building her brother's harem it's the caring older sister. She seduces lesbian couples, gives them a test with a magic futa potion and if they pass, brings them into her brother's harem. Then he knocks them up and gives her lots of cute nieces to spoil.

>>14337

Kitten Science part 3a

Bathing cats who weren’t used to it was a nightmare but you had the foresight to train your kittens from the first day they were created. They were both well behaved so didn’t make a fuss as you took off their clothes despite the bath filling with water behind them. They could undress themselves but you liked to do it, and now it was part of the routine.

You pulled down Misty’s panties. Fucking her was apparently the perfect crime as there was no evidence left. Kitty must have licked up all trace of his infidelity. Seeing them naked like this you let yourself marvel at just how gorgeous their bodies were. There was a lot of debate and argument about what exactly were the perfect proportions for a cat girl.

The water was a bit too hot so you let in some more cold. That was about right now. Both girls obediently stepped in and sat down. You washed the two little beauties and shampooed their hair. You dabbed their faces with a towel each time after pouring water over their heads to make sure none got in their eyes.

They were just so well behaved. A wave of intense motherly love washed over you. Not a surprise they were such good little girls, because they were your good little girls. You let them play for a while and then remembered what you had bought earlier today.

“I’ll be right back,” you said. They miaowed in response. You retrieved the toys from the bedroom and held them behind your back as you returned to the bathroom.

“Look what I’ve got!” you said, holding them up: a rubber duck and a little plastic boat. You gave them as squeeze and they both squeaked.

Misty and Kitty’s eyes both fully dilated. You dropped the toys in the water and they dived for them. The bath looked like it was filled with piranhas such was the frantic splashing. You laughed to yourself. Look at them go.

Your husband poked his head through the door.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

Kitty looked up at him with the duck held in her fangs. Misty reached for it but Kitty started to growl.

Both of you laughed at that.

“Now, now, Kitty, your sister only wants to play with Mr Ducky, don’t growl at her,” you said. Misty held out the boat and Kitty took it, dropping the duck from her mouth.

“That’s right, we always share our toys. Good girls,” you praised them.

Just like the two of you are sharing my husband. Make me learn how to share as well.

Misty put it her own mouth and looked at him.

“Clearly, you are both fearsome hunters,” he said dramatically.

They looked pleased with themselves. You couldn’t help but laugh. So adorable!

“Get their room ready, they’ll be ready for bed soon,” you said. He left.

You helped them step out of the bath and engulfed them in a big fluffy towel. They held onto each other and made cute little noises and you rubbed them dry. They didn’t like hairdryers because they were too loud for their sensitive ears. Despite that their beautiful silky hair still came out looking and feeling great.

>>14418

>>14419

Hurray, more!

>>14418

>>14419

And I just realized it's like teaching animals in a rehab center to hunt before releasing them into the wild, only they're being trained to hunt husbands/boyfriends right under their wives/girlfriends noses.

>>14434

Step 1: Pacify woman by being cute, adorable, and affectionate.

Step 2: Whenever she steps out, seduce and get cumshot from man.

Step 3: Repeat as necessary until the man's lust cannot be contained and he fucks you in front of his wife.

Step 4: Have such cute reactions to getting fucked the wife just coos and cuddles you while praising you for how well you're taking her man's cock.

Step 5: Get knocked up and teach daughters how to hunt men.

>>14419

Kitten Science part 4a

“Sorry, just too tired today,” he said.

Too tired after unloading inside Misty you mean? You really gave her a work out.

Your hand gently stroked his cock, only semi-hard. You were lying in bed together while Misty and Kitty were in their own room, tucked in and sleeping soundly.

“That’s okay. I’m sorry they work you so hard at that place,” you said, referring to his job. You kissed his cheek. He really did work hard and sometimes you felt like giving his boss a piece of your mind, but you told yourself not to interfere. He liked to work hard. It was part of his character and you loved him for it. Also all that heavy lifting contributed wonderfully to his great physique. You ran your hand over his stomach and up his chest. You flashed back to the first time you felt his body like this. The feeling was almost enough to make you faint at the time, and it still was to this day.

Dayum girl, you scored… big time.

You laughed. He looked at you.

“I was just remembering the first time I got my hands on you,” you explained. He chuckled to himself, a smug, pleased look forming on his face. You loved to see that.

Always make him feel happier. Build him up.

Suddenly the door open and there were Kitty and Misty. They lifted their nighties over their heads and discarded them on the floor as they scrambled towards the bed.

“Girls!” your husband said.

“It’s okay, just let them,” you said sleepily. You yawned.

“It’s okay? I mean, I’m naked” he asked as they climbed into the bed and under the covers. Naturally they both cuddled themselves into either side of him, completely ignoring you.

Oh no, two naked cat girls in bed with my equally naked husband! The horror!

“Yes, we’ll talk to them in the morning. I can’t be bothered with all that now. They’re obviously just excited to be in their new home. Let’s go to sleep,” you said, scooting to the edge to give them enough room to be comfortable.

Before you reached for the bedside lamp you could see their legs locking around his and their arms around his torso and arms under the covers. Their little hands were likely feeling up his solid muscles right now. They pushed their faces into his neck. You turned off the light.

This really was perfect. They didn’t want to be separated from him. You’d have to make a show of trying to get them to sleep in their own bed but honestly you much preferred it like this. It was just so nice to have them sleeping together. They’d hadn’t even been here for half a day and yet they were bonding to him so well.

With a contented smile of your face you slipped easily into a peaceful slumber thanks to their delightful purring.

>>14444 (ch-ch-ch-checked)

>“Shh, remember to share,”

>>14443

>>14444

>>14445

Unf

Found the video version of this.

>>14445

Kitten Science part 5a

“The rules are,” you said, holding up your fingers and counting them off, “one, no birth control or condoms. Two, no anal sex. Three, he always comes inside. Four, you can suck him and he can cum in your mouth, but for every load you swallow it should be in your pussy next time. Five, you have to share equally with Kitty and Misty.”

Emily was blushing fiercely as she looked down at the floor. The poor girl was embarrassed but you had to make sure she was taking this in. You grabbed her chin and pulled her face up to yours.

“The most important rule is he mustn’t find out I know about this. As far as he’s concerned he’s cheating on me. You understand?” you asked.

She hesitated and then nodded. You checked the time. Your husband would be back soon so you had to move things along.

“No Emily, I want to hear you say it,” you said.

“I… I understand,” she said quietly. There were tears forming in her eyes. This was all too much for the poor little darling. Suddenly overwhelmed with intense protective feelings you stepped towards her and wrapped in her a tight hug. You put a hand on her temple and pushed her face against your breasts.

“I’m sorry Emily, I don’t mean to scare you but this is very important. You know how special you are to me,” you said, stroking her hair. “You’ve been such a wonderful assistant to me and helped so much with the project. Without you we would have never succeeded in creating these beautiful creatures.”

Misty and Kitty had been waiting patiently but now they tentatively came forward.

“It’s okay girls. Emily’s just a little scared, that’s all, but she’ll fine,” you said. They both joined the hug. Emily made a soft little noise.

“They love you Emily, just as much as I do,” you said, gently letting go of her. She looked slightly spaced out but her tears were gone.

“Girls, Emily’s one of you now,” you said.

A sex kitten.

“I want you to share my husband with her and make sure they have lots and lots of sex, okay?” you asked. They both made short squeaks in the affirmative.

“Now girls, why don’t you help Emily to get comfortable on the couch and show her how much you love her,” you said. Still in a daze it was easy for them to lead her onto the couch. They sat on their knees either side of her and cuddled up. Gentle head butts, nuzzles, licks, and then soft kisses on her forehead, checks, jaw and neck followed.

“I want you to be happy,” you said.

Kitty pushed her lips against Emily’s but she kept them closed.

Kitty looked at her sister in confusion. They seemed to come to a mutual conclusion and leant towards each other in front of Emily’s face. They shared an extremely deep and passionate kiss. Emily just looked on. The cat girls then both turned to Emily with expectant looks.

“They’re trying to show you what to do Emily,” you said.

“I… I’m not… I’m not into girls,” she whispered.

“It’s okay Emily, I know. But it’s hardly the same, is it? They’re cat girls. This is part of the bonding process,” you said.

“But-”

“No buts, Emily. I’m not a cuckquean yet I’ve found a way to allow my husband to have sex with Misty and Kitty. Have I complained about it? Well, have I?” you asked sternly.

“No,” she admitted.

>>14756

>>14757

>>14757

>>14756

Excellent, I love the having a human vixen as well. More pussy for the husband and a trained extra hand in managing the growing number of catgirls.

>>14804

>a slice of life story that has the bicorn playing den mother to a harem of monstersgirls

Cute. Cute!

I personally would have chosen to have her carry us to the shower anyway and the lesbian stuff doesn’t really do anything for me, except insomuch as it’s almost platonic. That firmly affectionate aspect is nice. I love how gracious and poised she seems, even in these little glimpses.

What are the women supposed to be doing when this happens?