/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

>no story about British empire officer in the Raj who's railway workers get attacked by a maneater that stalks around the Mangrove forest so he tries to hunt it down only to discover the maneater is a Jinko and he is now being hunted.

> Get lost in a forest

> Get seen by a Jinko

> She is pissed because the mating season is over and you just entered her territory a day after. Imagine the situation, is like if you went through a terrible cold and just after you are cured, someone rubs an instant cure to your face.

> She goes to you naked and begin flexing her muscles and showing off her abs, enticing you to touch. But outside of mating season she has no idea how to flirt, it also doesnt help she has "I'm fucking pissed" written all over her face.

> You stand there not knowing exactly what to do.

> Jinko get pissed further by you standing there doing nothing.

> You bend over and fall to the ground as you get Jinko-punched in the stomach.

> "Right now I am not in mating season, so you WILL make me go into heat! I am not waiting another fucking year!"

> You get forced up by a her lifing you by the hair (or your clothes if you are bald) and she place your face just inches away from her abs.

> She proceeds to rub your face in her abs.

> "Start licking and touching, NOW! Or I am going to martial arts beat the shit out of you!"

We need more Jinko abs and muscles.

We need more Jinko fanart. Drawfags come forth!

> 184893

> Officer goes to forest to investigate about maneater.

> Gets armed to the teeth with anti-Manticore equipmemt.

> After hours of wandering finds Jinko.

> "Shit!"

> Nearly all the equipment to deal with Manticores is useless, only the shocking gun and the armor are useful.

> She is easily 2 meters tall, chiseled with muscle, long dark asian beautiful hair.

> Proceeds to shoot her, she is too fast and just kicks the gun outbof your hand.

> You begin fighting her with your strenght enhacing armor. Had it been a Minotaur or a Manticore, it would had been useful.

> Too bad Jinkos are expert martial artists. And so she use the strenght of the armor against you, dodge everything and strikes all she wants.

> After trashing your armor around for a few minutes, she finish it with the shock gun.

> You leave the armor and your eyes widen to see how damaged it was.

> You see Jinko in front of you, you try to run away, she taunts you by always appearing in front of you. Too fast, you cant escape.

> You launch at her in an attempt to fight, surprisingly she does not fights back and allows you to hit all you want. You feel as if you are punching solid rock. After getting tired, you see she has taken no damage at all. Not surprising considered she took out a fucking mini-mecha armor made of hardened metal.

> She speaks in an asian language you do not understand.

> You slap her in the face with all your might.

> More asian speaking, she sounds angry, likely a threat.

> You swiftly recover the shock gun and shoot her, direct hit to the stomach.

> "YATTA!"

> She laughs.

> Your jab drops as you see the electricity does nothing to those rock hard abs.

> She proceeds to punch you in the stomach and gives you a trashing.

> She is way stronger, faster and a trained fighter. You are about to give up until you see the armor has an emergency Portal Gun to run away.

> "How the fuck I didnt saw that"

> You ask her to stop and feign surrender.

> You slowly move away, pretending you are just recovering after the beating she gave you.

> You strip naked to make her lower her guard.

> You make a rush for the portal gun.

> You are about to escape.

> Jinko use her secret ability, turns out she was raised by an Aspara.

> She begins to dance, Apsaras are already said to be irresistible when dancing, the effect of a tall warrioress with a delicious six pack doing it is way stronger.

> Your eyes look hypbotized as her abs flex and her delicious belly dance for you.

> You want to leave, but your body betrays you as you drop the gun and begin walking to her, like a fly that goes to a light trap.

> "I cant do it….. I must recist for Verona"

> Verona is the girl of your dreams, she enlisted the Order as a warrior.

> Since you suck at fighting you couldnt join too. So your plan is to raise enough money to set up a merchant shop, then hire Verona as your bodyguard and propose her. And you have to do it before some Order bad boy jerk take her.

> Your mind starts to remember when you got your crush on Verona.

> One day you accidentaly peeped into the girls bath and you saw Verona with delicious abs.

> As you remember that you approach the Jinko and realize her abs shit on Verona's.

> She would also make a way better bodyguard waifu.

> Having realized this, you grab the Jinko's waist with both of your hands and begin licking the fuck out of her belly.

> Then she gives you an abs-job where you cum in her abs and fucks you 200 times.

> A week latter you wake up in the middle if the night, your head placed in your Jinko's wife breasts.

> You instead place your head on her abs and return to sleep peacefully.

> Life is good.

>>184893

Anon, I will try my best to deliver.

>>185025

You see, you were among the staff of a VERY ambitious Colonel, one who had used his long list of connection to climb the ladder of the Army ranks. Because of his boasting and bragging (example: “ Of course we can have the railway done by next summer, i’d see to it myself if I could!) that you and five hundred other poor bastards of His Majesty’s finest were sitting in a damn swamp with about two thousand towl heads building a fucking railroad to Kabul. Everything was fucking fine until your bastard of a Captain suggested to Colonel arsehole that cutting through the mangroves would save a few hundred miles of railroad. Bullshite. Now all of you were stuck in this damned swamp and there were reports of workers abandoning their jobs due to “ sacred ground “ and “ temples “ and whatnot.

>>185044

Anon I don't want to come across as gushing but good god you have absolutely nailed the feeling of the setting. Have you written anything else before?

>>185053

And of Course, Williamson. The loudest and rowdiest of them all. He’s a prime example as to why Australia should still be a penal colony. You don't know his first name, you don't want to, you just want these damned bushwhackers to be quiet so you go find Smith’s body and come back and sleep.

“ Williamson! Davis! Grover! Do you something to say about Smith’s disappearance? “

Williamson grinned and adjusted that awful looking slouch hat him and his “ mates “ always wore.

“ YES SIR! SMITY WAS OUR MATE AN HE DIN SHY AWAI FROAM A SCRAPE SO WEAR GONNA ELP YOU CUNTS FIND EM! “

You had long since given up on trying to make the three of the adjust their language to “ proper protocol “ and your experiences with the ANZACs were that they were damn good fighters. So you told them to quick about it and now you had a team of eight, nine including you, going out to find the body of the dumbest man in the entire damned regiment.

>>185057

You all marched down the shittly made road, past the barracks, past the wagons, past the oxen, past the towlheads worshipping the oxen, past Pajeet’s gave and the mourners at the grave (who Perkins gave a good kick) and down to the construction area. Imagine how the Yanks made their railroads. Except if there more fucking swamp and god damned crocodiles. And fucking rain every other fucking day. You walked along the shittly made board walk until you and the others reached where Perkins had said the attack had happened. Pieces of Perkins trousers were scattered all over the flattened out brush. A trail of broken branches, kicked up dirt, and flattened out grass made trail.

“ Looks like Smith went that way. “ said Davis.

“ Yeah, fucking genius deduction, Sherlock. “ White snarked.

“ Who? “ Davis asked, genuinely confused.

White sighed, shook his head, and pulled his pith helmet a little lower on his head.

“ Who? “ Davis asked his two friends, who both shrugged.

You advanced through the dense jungle for atlas an hour or two. The quiet almost driving you mad until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned and were with Grant.

“ What is it, Private? “

Grant pointed ahead, to a small statue.

“ Shrine of sorts, Sir. “

The nine of you stop and crouch back to back, unsure of what to do. You upholster your Webley and slowly advance towards the shrine.

>>184937

Anon, jinkos are not abusive. Please do not slander them like this.

>>184937

Look into her eyes and ask her if she's heard of JUSTICE

>>184937

Don't lick

Don't touch

It's her punishment for not being alluring enough

Pain is temporary pride is forever

>tfw great great great grandfather was in the Rebellion of 1857

I wish I still had that diary of his.

>Swimming with Jinko GF in the lake near our apartment.

>Its near mating season so she's getting amorous even easier now.

>Everything is going well until I feel a hard tug on my leg.

>GF is in front of me.

>Uhh oh.

>Now under the water being spun around.

>Fucking croc girl grabbed me.

>I manage to punch her nose and wiggle out.

>I break water for a moment only to be grabbed again.

>GF saw it.

>GF dives after me.

>I'm still struggling to fight off the croc without drowning.

>GF wraps herself around the croc and squeezes.

>She managed to force the croc to gasp, letting water into her lungs.

>She surfaces, releasing me at the same time.

>GF sees that I'm out of her grasp and goes full tiger style on the croc.

>GF pulled the croc to the shallows before throwing her onto the beach.

>Launches herself onto the croc. Powerful strikes and kicks between dodges and feints.

>A unexpected elbow to the nose drops the croc hard to the ground.

>GF kicks her over to her stomach so she doesn't choke on her own blood.

>Then she looks at me.

>When the croc woke up, it was to the sound of our marathon rutting session.

>The sun was setting but my Jinko wasn't satisfied.

>Croc girl sulks off as GF yells and screams after a rocking orgasm hit her.

>Collapse on top of her, resting my head on her breasts and letting my dick rest on her chiseled abs.

>"Ready for round four?" She asks while wrapping me in her big fluffy paws.

>"I wasn't ready for round two." I mutter as I fall asleep in her loving embrace.

>>185184

You approach the shrine and notice two things: That it’s a stone carving of a tiger atop a man and the other being the rope that was tightening around your right leg.

Of course.

“ ब्रिटिश कुत्तों मर जाते हैं! “

Of fucking course.

“ AMBUSH! “

“ FOOKING BASTARDS “

So here you are. A “ proud “ Lieutenant of his Majesty’s Army, with five years of service, hanging upside down in a fucking jungle about to gutted by some cultist in the most ass-backwards part of the whole fucking country of India. Damn.

You twisted yourself around just in time to see several robed men running down towards you and your comrades armed with spears and talwars. One ran up to you with the intention of running you through, but you hastily aimed your Webley and blew the top of his head off. Your men fire and advanced, so they were surrounding you. Lewis cut you down and handed you the knife.

“ More coming Sir, may get rough. “

With another war cry sounding, three times as many charged towards the circle of men. You took aim and fired into the fray. One let out a guttural cry and tackled you, sending you crashing through the thicket and both for you tumbled down the ravine that the shrubbery hid. Falling head over heels down the side of the hill really put your life in perspective. Until, of course, your slammed back first into a tree and slammed your head against the trunk. Your vision swam before you vision turns to darkness.

>>186802

You better keep it fucking anglosphere as fuck!

>>186478

The first thing you felt when you came to was a pounding pain in the back of your head. Then the rest of your body screamed out in agony. You let out a groan and slowly opened your eyes. Darkness. You're blind. You're fucking blind. God fucking damnit this is complete- oh your helmet is on your face. You slowly reach up and pull the pith helmet off you face and look around. It's nighttime. You curse as you remember what happened. Fucking thuggee. You slowly look around for your revolver. You thank your drill Sergeant for instructing you how to tie your revolver to your holster. Pulling on the string, you reel in your revolver. Picking it up, you gently brush the dirt off it. You break open the revolver and pull the two spent casings out. You toss them aside and pull two fresh cartridges from your belt and place them in the cylinder. You shakily rise and glance up the hill. Your eyes fell on the body of the robed cultist who was speared on a broken branch. His eyes open in shock, blood trickling from his gaping mouth. You scowled at the corpse and slowly approached it. The man was middle aged, eyes as brown as his skin and hair as dark as your thoughts. You notice a chain around his neck. You reach into his shirt and pull the amulet out. A tiger claw. You yank the chain and pull the amulet from his neck. The governed must know of this, if the thuggee are back then the Raj has another enemy.

You drag yourself up the hill to the clearing where the ambush occurred. You warily aim you revolver around checking for enemies. You inspect the ground, a lot of dead thuggee and spent casings but none of your men's bodies. Hope swells in your chest, they could have escaped.

Perkins was a good soldier, if a little thick. Williamson and his crew were rough no doubt but could hold their own. Same could be said for White, Lewis, O'Hara, and Grant. You search the bodies for anything that could be useful. You find a pack with some bread in it,a small water pouch, a machete, and a boot knife. Everything else was either broken or too cumbersome to take along. You also found a red neck scarf that you rip from its dead owner and put on. You inspect your pith helmet and find it to still be functional. Placing it on your head, you begin to try to remember where you came from. You find what looks to be a path and choose to follow it, quietly humming " Men of Harlech "

>>186478

That Hindi is so grammatically wrong it hurts.

Sage for off topic.

>>187381

India is so backwards it hurts.

>>185010

loved that turn of events

>>187383

>implying I live there

Sage you autist

>>187415

I'm the guy whose writing the damn story on a mobile phone in the mountains. I'm not entirely sure how to sage on a phone.

>>187347

You stumbled through the dense jungle, hacking away at anything that got in your way.

" Freedom, God, and Ri- "

CRACK *

You dove behind a log as a bullet ricocheted off a tree behind you. Jesus fucking Christ that was a rifle. Now on your stomach in the dirt, you clench your revolver and close your eyes. Fuck this shitty jungle and this shitty fucking country with its shitty people. You take a shaky breath and remove your pith helmet. You have an idea. You slowly poke the helmet above the log.

CRACK *

The helmet was struck and you feel it shake in your hand. You grip it and let it drop to the jungle floor with a dull thud. You place it on your head and lay face down. You lay as still as possible. You then hear the crunch of leaves and snap of twigs. You lay there until out of the corner of your eye you see cloth shoes. Then laughter rings out and he kicks your " body " and he walks around you.

" आप ब्रिटिश कमीने! उन्नीस बीस में भारत सुपर पावर! "

He bent down and began to run his hand over you, looking for anything of value. He turned you over, and then you struck. You swung the machete and caught him in the neck. With a sickening sound, the man gurgled and stumbled backwards. The rifle fell from his arms and the man fell back against a tree. He looked you square in the eyes and spoke.

" … सफेद शैतान , मैं शौचालय में पू कभी नहीं होगा …"

And he slumped over, blood flowing profusely from his neck. Dead. You stood slowly and walked over to him. You stopped over and picked up the rifle. You inspected it, turning it over in your hands. German made. You cycled the bolt and caught the cartridge. You hold it up to the light. 7.92x57mm Mauser. A Gewehr 98. You we're lucky, it had a sling. You reloaded the cartridge and walked over to the body. The man, by the looks of him only in his twenties, was gazing blankly up at the tree canopy. You patted him down and found a box of matches and bandolier of bullets. You pulled two out and reloaded the rifle, then strapped the bandolier across your chest. Maybe twenty rounds for the rifle across your chest and eighteen around your waste. You look down at yourself and feel very much like an American Cowboy. Now all you needed was a…revolver. Ugh. You need to get out of this jungle. You reached down to take a swig of water from the water skin, only to find a hold in the bottom of it. Fuck, now you need to find water. Placing your helmet back on your head. The moon light shone down through the trees in a very menacing way. You trudged off into the night.

>>188775

Drat! One of the Anon's remember me!

I'm rewriting and refining the part one while writing part two.

>>187347

>men of harlech

i love that song

>>188447

Cold. Water. Stone. Those were the things that your brain registered when you awoke. You tried to stand only for your legs to give out beneath you. You have a terrible headache. You are shaking like a leaf in the wind. Your revolver falls out of your hand and you fall with a splash. Looking down you realize that there at least a good foot of water in the cave. Fuck, you've been sleeping against freezing rock and now you're soaked. You shakily stand, bracing yourself on the wall of the cave. You shake your head to get the water out of your ears. When they clear you realize that the roar in your ears isn't the water but rain pouring down. Fuck. You grab your pack and inspect its contents. Wet bits of what used to be bread poured out of it. Cursing, you threw the pack into the water. Then you felt your vision swim. You come to the horrifying realization that the exposure to the cold has made you weak and possibly sick. You grab your rifle and stumble to the cave entrance. Sheets. Of. Fucking. Rain. God damn it. Using the rifle a a cane of sorts, you slosh back to the altar, cursing like a midshipman, you begin to fumble around the water looking for your Webley. Your hand closed around the handle and you pull your revolver from the water. The situation is now more dire than ever before, sickness out here is surely a death sentence. You stood in the water, contemplating whether or not you even had a chance. Glancing towards the cave entrance, you saw lightning flash and heard thunder boom. You could feel your strength failing you. Shivering and shaking, you groan out. This is how you die, in a cave in a jungle. No one will ever know. You and your search party gone forever. Your legs give out for what seems to be the final time. The rifle slips from your grasp and you slump against the rock and slide down into the water. Your vision begins to fade. When a rock falls with a thump at the cave entrance. Your trembling hand tightens on your revolver. No. You're going to take at least one more of these cultists with you. You level the revolver at the entrance. A body falls with a wet splash at the entrance. You almost fire out of fright. You restrain yourself and watch carefully. A figure slowly lowers itself down from above the cave entrance and crouches over the body. It seems to smell it before picking up the corpse and throwing it into the jungle. My God, it’s huge. A beast here to finish what it started, first the cultist now you. You aim for center mass and pull the the trigger.

* CLICK *

You're fucking kidding. A dud. The beasts whips around and your scared brown eyes meet it’s fierce ones. It lunged forward. You cocked the hammer back and prayed this one wasn't a dud. It leapt atop you and you jammed the revolver to its head. It wrenched it from you with lightning speed before you could pull the trigger and threw the pistol out of the cave. This is how you die. Disemboweled by a fucking creature in the jungle. Dying of hypothermia didn't seem to bad all of a sudden. It grabbed you and threw you out of the cave. You landed face down in the mud. You could hear it’s heavy breathing over the din of the falling rain. Adrenaline pumps through your veins. You pull your pith helmet off and toss it aside then reach down and unsheathe your newly acquired knife from your boot. Flipping the blade in your hand, you prepare to die as a soldier of the King, not some sick man in a cave. The beast emerges from the cave, standing at least two yards high. It has paws with sharp claws where hand and feet for a man would be and a mess of red hair obscures any features on its head. You can see however, ears poking from the top of its head and where there wasn't fur, there was corded muscle. This may prove to be difficult. Never the less, you have ten years of service under your belt, four of which you spent in the Great War. You clench your jaw and take a defensive stance.

>>189876

It lunges at you. You stab upwards. You hear it howl in pain. Unfortunately, the beast is quite large so when it comes crashing into you, you have to wind knocked out of you. The two of you roll into a puddle and send mud and water flying. You both scramble to your feet and you take another stab at it. And a paw comes crashing into your face. You stagger and try to recover, only for it to kick you backwards. You land on you back and in the flash of lightning you see blood dripping down from the beast. You also catch a glance of metal behind it. Your revolver. Then you feel yourself being lifted into the air. You look down into its eyes. And then you're slammed into the ground. You let out a pained gasp. You're then lifted out of the mud and throw over her shoulder. You roll and tumble before coming to a stop into front of your revolver. YOUR REVOLVER! Thank God! You grab it and turn to stop it. You spin around and aim the revolver at the beast.

Lightning flashed and in the light you fully see the beast.

You almost dropped your revolver in shock when you noticed what was different about it.

It was no beast at all. Well, not entirely true. It was as if a tiger and a man had…oh…oh no…

She looked at you with anger as she held a wound on her side. You were almost entranced by her. Her face looked normal except for the stripes on her white skin. White, alabaster even. Whiter than the snow in the Scottish highlands that you hunted in with your father. Long, red hair hung down to her back and your hazel eyes meet two brilliant blue eyes. You see the intelligence in them, the recognition when the eyes flicked do the revolver. Fear flashed through the eyes then they locked with yours.

This is where she got " weird ", if that even began to describe it. Sprouting from the top of her head was a pair of orange, furry ears. A fluffy mane of orange and black fur. Her upper arms were bulging with pure, corded muscle. Her forearms were covered in the same fluffy fur and instead of hands, paws were in their place. Same her feet. Speaking off her lower body, her ankles to her knees was covered in orange fur. Her torso how ever, was very bare.

You stared at her breasts, the perfect curvature, how they sat like two perfect mounds of soft dough on her chest, peaking with perfect pink nipples. Your face flushed, as did hers. She placed a paw over them and tried to hide while glaring at you. No, get ahold of yourself. You leveled the revolver at her, although you are unsure of how to proceed.

>>190901

Let's hope that this man is an Officer, and a Gentleman.

>>190901

Status update, anon. Are you still alive?

>>192114

Not dead. Out of town. No wifi. Will update soonish.

>>192345

How soon is soonish?

>>195533

Now.

>>190901

Steadying your hand, you shout out to her.

" STOP! I am an officer in His Royal Majesty's Armed Forces and if you make another attempt to harm me I will be forced to end your life! "

Of course she didn't. She lashed out and tried to knock the revolver away. You jump backwards and take aim. She had we chance. But of course it didn't work. She did a sort of low spin and swept your legs out from under you. You hit the ground and completely by accident, the revolver went off.

BANG *

The woman let out a pained yelp and held her paws over her ears. With fear in her eyes, she turned and ran. You scrambled to your feet and, while cursing, you ran into the cave and grabbed your rifle and machete. Weakness always all but gone. Adrenaline pumping vigorously through your body. You raced into the jungle after her. Oddly enough, you found yourself grinning, your mind going back to your years of trench clearing and field dashing. Years of desk work and drilling had put a fog on your mind. This however, had lifted that fog. Now you were feeling like you were five or six years ago, faster and sharper. You could hear the branches snapping and plants being ripped up. You burst into a clearing and shouldered the rifle, scanning for the woman. You were confronted with a another bloody cave entrance. Shit. You started foreword but in the blink of the eye you were sent tumbling backwards. You surged to your feet and swung the rifle. With a meaty whack it hit the thigh of the attacker. It crashed to the ground and you rushed towards the enemy. You slammed into the body and with a splash you both hot the ground. You placed your left hand around their throat and quickly unholstered your revolver. You pressed it under their chin and at that moment their eyes met yours. Brilliant blue gazing into your hazel. You stopped. You see many things in those eyes. Anger, confusion, but above all, fear. You stared down at the woman. This is who you are now, huh? A brute who chases after scared women for a thrill. The image of a piece of propaganda you saw in the beginning of the war flashed through your mind. A Hun with an Iron Cross on his arm dragging

a young woman from her home. Was that you? You scrambled away from her, shaking. You remember what a passing French diplomat had said about you and your regiment.

" You can put Norman into an Englishman, but you can't get rid of the Saxon. "

Your fists clench with anger. Fucking Frogs. Still pissed about Nappy no doubt. You're not a fucking savage. You don't eat fucking snails. You are a son of England and God damnit, you're not going to terrorize women.

You slowly holster your weapon while keeping her gaze.

>>195678

What demo is that?

>>195680

Ecstasy's MGQ NG+ mod.

I'M NOT LETTING THIS DIE. I'LL UPDATE SOON

>>197734

SOON

>>197734

UPDATE WHEN

>>199293

NOW!

>>195669

" Ma'am, please listen to me. I don't want to hurt you. I'm not here to harm you, I'm just very lost. I was looking for a missing soldier and now it seems that I've lost the search party as well. "

The tiger woman slowly stood to a crouch and looked at you suspiciously. You took a step forward and crouched to her level.

“ My greatest apologies for the injury I gave you, if you aid me in finding my comrades, then you have my word as an officer that I will help fix your wound and you will never see me again. “

You meant it too. Ok, now you just have to get out of this fucking jungle. The woman slowly stood from her crouch and walked into the cave, casting a glance over her shoulder at you. You

give her what you hope to be a reassuring smile and nod. Jesus Christ, you feel like an ass. You usually weren't the one to talk to civilians, you were just supposed to listen to the Colonel and patrol the railroad. Hell, Flanders was simpler than this. Down stand up too much and don't get shot. The woman gestures for you to follow her into the cave. You wonder if this is a trick, maybe she'll slit your throat in the dark. You shudder at the thought of that. You remember that SHE knows this area and you are just stumbling wildly through it. You groan and walk into the cave. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but when they do you can see the interior of the cave clearer. The woman was just ahead. You stumble over a rock and fall forward, only for your face to stop inches from the ground. You slowly look up and meet her gaze. She cocks her head then with what seems to be no effort, picks you up and slings you over her shoulder.

" Uh ma'am, this really isn't necessary. I only tripped. I can wake quite fine and your in no shape to carry me so- "

You felt yourself flip and braced for the impact. When it didn't come you opened your eyes and met her annoyed gaze. You squirmed a little and tried to avoid eye contact. Being this close to a completely naked woman made you quite nervous.

" Please put me down. I can walk for myself. "

She held your gaze for a second before dropping you. Of fucking course you almost fell and of course she course she grabbed you by the bandolier and steadied you, which only added to your embarrassment. She grunted and walked past you. You straitened your bandolier and readjusted your grip on the rifle sling, then followed her. You focused on her red hair and wondered how such a distinct feature had come about here in this damn jungle. Albino maybe? Your eyes slowly wandered down to her *ahem* rather shapely rear. You felt a bead of sweat run down your forehead and you pulled your pith helmet off. You wiped your head with your scarf and your mind wandered back to a lesson your grandfather taught you.

" Remember boy, a woman's breasts are nice but not the most important part. Any woman can have large breasts, and they usually result in their heads being a bit empty. Some women even try to get through their lives using their honkers instead of their heads. But a good rear… "

Your grandpa smiled and puffed on his pipe.

" A fine backend means the woman is active, she does things. Means she does more than just sit on it. Get married to a girl with a good head and a good rear, the jugs get bigger when you have kids anyway. "

You stared at him in his arm chair.

" Grandpa, I'm nine and I don't wanna get married. Girls are icky. "

You grandpa let out something of a cross between a cough and a yell.

" When I was nine I played the marching drums at Waterloo! "

You shook your head to clear it of thoughts about the past, you needed to focus on the here and now. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Yeah, the here and now. Your eyes were practically glued to the woman's rear at this point. Then by the grace of god she bent over. Your eyed widened, then your head smacked the low hanging rock that the woman ducked under

>>200135

>when i was nine i played the drums at waterloo

>>200135

Was Grimsby this man's Grandpa? I like this.

>>199316

I like this.

>>200135

You let out a yelp of surprise and ducked down, holding your head. You let out an tired groan and slowly stood. You ran your hand through your hair and looked up at the woman. She gives you an amused snort and you shot her an angry glare. You put your hand on the cave wall and the other on the forming bump on your head. This is fucked. You sigh and gesture for her to continue. She smiled slyly at you and then turned and continued walking, only now she put extra effort into making her rear end sashaying in front of you. You glanced at it again and you heard her giggle. Stupid sexy woman. Instead of focusing on her glorious posterior, your eyes followed her swishing tail. No, focus on the cave ceiling you dolt. The two of you walk in silence for a while before she motions for you to stop. She felt along the wall until her paw disappeared into a nook. You raised an eyebrow at her when you heard a click. The wall popped back slightly. While the stone slab looked fairly heavy but she moved it effortlessly. She then stepped back and motioned you to enter. You warily did so. Inside was not what you expected, a large room with wooden floors. A table with three chairs sat in the middle. There were a few book cases with old books on them, something to check out later. The room itself seemed to be originally a cavern but someone had brought furnishings down into it. There was a stove and some shelves, through it looked as though no had touched them in a while. Some lanterns hung from the walls, unlit. A fireplace sat cold at the end of the room. A pile of straw, leafs, and blankets lay infrint of the fireplace is what you assume to be her bed. You walked further into the room and noticed two doors, one on either side of the room. There was a wooden bar jamming the one to the left shut while the on to the right looked like someone had kicked it open as it hung on one of its hinges. You picked the one to your right and opened it. You heard the sound of rushing water and you assumed the small path lead to a spring or a waterfall of sorts. You turned back and found yourself face to face with the woman. She narrowed her eyes and blew air in your face. You blinked and and blew air back in her's. She recoiled and her ears folded back. You smirked and she pointed back into the cave. You walked back in and turned to her.

" So, why is there a board up against this door? "

As you asked, you turn while you nudged the board. The door fell with a crash and you jumped and drew your revolver, aiming it at the door then the doorway. You turned back and your eyes met the unamused gaze of the woman. You slowly holstered the revolver.

" Oh, sorry ma'am. "

Question, as I'm writing I am figuring out names. Should the Leftenant stay Anonymous or should he have an actual name? I'm just trying to make it easier to read later on.

>>200995

You could go either way. Anon is a convenient name to use in most any story, though I think it lends itself best to stories where the protagonist has a lack of identifying features or characteristics.

Your character already seems pretty distinct, so I think you'd be safe giving him a name without ruining anybody's immersion.

>>200299

You sheepishly pick up the door and set it against the wall. You peeked into the room and your eyes fell on the desk and three cots. You stepped in a you heard a low growl from behind you.

" What? I'm just looking around for anything that can help me patch up those scrapes and bruises. "

Likely no medical supplies in here. You turn and walk past the woman, whose tail flicks you on the nose. You throw her a disapproving glance and she sticks her tongue out at you. You walk over to one of the crates and then turn to her.

" Can I go through these? "

She looks at the crate then to you, and shrugs. You take that as a yes and jam your machete under the lid and pop it open. It's full of artifacts. That's the best word for them, idols and small statues. All of tigers. You roll one of them over in your hand and feel a slight pull in your pocket. The hell? The fish around and pull out the claw amulet, which flys out of your hand and sticks to the statue in your hand. You turn to the woman, but she's poking around her " bed " so you don't bother her. Setting the statue and the amulet on the table then tossing your helmet next to it, you move on to the next crate. Opening it you find it full of bottles. Pulling one out and uncorking it, you hesitantly smell it. Your nostrils fill with the aroma of alcohol. You put one of the bottles on the table and then open another crate. Full of cans. You pick one up and pull out your boot knife and open it. Ah yes, as if you could ever forget that smell. Canned corned beef. Although, what would canned beef be doing in a Hindi country? You absentmindedly eat some of the beef. Hmm, what would canned beef be doing in a Hindi country that was still eatable. Five years tops for this stuff. You put the beef and your knife next to the alcohol. There are still a number of crates and even a couple of bags here. You scratch your head, this stuff couldn't be more than 4 or five years old. You turn to the woman.

" Ma'am, were you the first to live here? "

She looked at you then shook her head.

" Who then? "

She just looked at you. Right. You shook your head and ran your hand through your head. What the fuck were you doing? She doesn't know how to fucking talk. Fucking dark in here. You walk over to one of the lanterns and strike a match on the cave wall and light it. The gentle glow filled the cavern. You heard crashing sound and the woman was hiding under the table.

" Ma'am, are you alright? I couldn't see very well so I lite the lanterns. "

Her eyes were glued to the lantern. You crouched down and held out your hand.

" Ma'am, everything is alright. Please get out from under there, you might break something. "

>>201145

She slowly got and then crawled back to her bed and licked her scratches, but cast a couple glances at the lanterns. You sigh and get back work sitting out the crates and their contents. By the time you were done and laid everything out on the table, it was getting dark out. A box of nails, you'd had found some blankets but most of them were either too moldy or moth ridden to use. You salvaged three blankets and hung them over the chairs. A couple plates, some silver ware, some cups, a large bowl, a pan, a couple candles, and some fabric you could use as bandages. You groan, at least it's better than Flanders. You were dry here. Grabbing the bowl, you ventured outside to obtain some water to clean your wounds and drink. Walking along the path, you came to a clear pool of water that was being fed by a water fall and ran off in a small stream. You would have marveled at its beauty but you were far too tired. Dipping your hands in, you take a drink then wash you face off. You rub your arms with the cool water, sighing as the blood and mud washes away. You splash your hair and your face before dipping the bowl and fill it. You were walking back to the cave when you heard a branch snap. The bowl fell from your hands and in a flash your revolver was drawn. You scan the area and find nothing. Feeling quite foolish, you refill the bowl and walk back to the cave, a bit quicker than last time through. Entering, you find the woman sprawled out on her bed. You budge her with your boot and she snorts and turns over. You consider dumping the water but she seems catlike and those are some rather large claws. You set the bowl down on the table and then shake her.

" ma'am, I'd like to clean your wounds. Infection out here is a death sentence. "

She gives you an annoyed look but let's you lead her over to the table and sit down on it. You dip some cloth into the bowl and then run it carefully over her arm. You do the same to her other arm, then her back. You notice a blush forming on her face. You decide it would be a good idea to let her do the rest herself and make to put the cloth down. Her paw shoots out and clasps your arm. You freeze as she slowly guides your hand to her breast. You make eye contact and she slowly makes your hand move in circles over her breasts. You occasionally brush her nipple and she takes in a quick breath. She then moves your hand to the other breast where you do the same. Once that is done she releases your arm, reluctantly it would seem. You clear your throat and can feel your face burning. You notice one of the large gashes on her arm and point to it.

" Gonna need to disinfect that. Don't want something setting in. "

You grab the alcohol and some of the cloth. You look at her.

" This will probably hurt, please don't cut me open. "

You drizzle some of the alcohol onto her arm and she grinds her teeth. She grabs your shoulder and squeezes. You wait for her to rip your head off, but she doesn't. You carefully tie the cloth around her arm, making sure it was secure but not too tight. Gangrene was not something you wanted to deal with.

" There. Now you can help me with something. The door leading outside was trashed so you placed your foot on the wall and pulled. The door popped free of its hinges and both you and it went tumbling backwards. You felt her catch you and you look up into her amused eyes.

" Pulled too hard. Get me that other door. "

Grabbing the hinges and the nails, you hammer the door into place with the handle of your revolver. Whoever had made the door frames had made them near identical. You thanked him silently for that.

" Now we're clean and have four walls around us, what say you to dinner? "

>>201146

>a romantic dinner of corned beef from 1914 and raj pisswater

>>201339

Only the finest dining for an officer and his new host.

>>201146

You grabbed two meat tins and two plates. Opening them and dumping their contents into the plates. The woman crawled over and sniffed the meat. Her face wrinkled in disgust then crawled to the door. Your eyes glued to the two globes that moved left to right as she did. She pulled the door open and leapt into the night. Oh. More for you. Through, it's better hot. You walk over to the oven and open it. Nah, you'll take a look at it in the morning. The fireplace! You walk and look up it. Darkness. You grab a lantern and your machete, hold the lantern up, you see that the chimney is blocked by a large rock and some sticks. You poke at it with the machete and with a couple pokes, it comes loose and falls down. You jump back to avoid the falling rock and then peer up into the chimney. You see the stars and smile. Clear. You ope the door and roll the rock out and leave it outside. Using some branches, pieces of the broken door, and some branches you start a fire. You grin at the now roaring flames and set the meat on the pan and set it near the fireplace to heat up. You hear crashing outside and turn just as the door flies open. Your hand, which was resting on your holster, moves up to a wave, greeting the woman home. She runs over and drags you away from the fireplace.

" Hey! What's the matter? "

She looked fearfully to the fire then whimpered. Oh. She thought you set her fucking house on fire. Fair reason to panic.

" No no no, it's ok. Everything is fine. "

You gently more her paws from your chest and walk back in.

" Come on, it's ok. "

She apprehensively does so and looks at the fire with her ears back. You motion her over. She slowly walks over then crouches next to you. You reach up, hesitate, then gently scratch her ears. She lets out a meek meek and pushes against your hand.

" See? It's ok ma'am. "

She looks at you.

" I'm Leftenant Thomas Atkins. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, that was was very inappropriate of me. "

The two of you sat next the fire and you then grabbed the pan and shook its contents. She reached out and took the pan from your hand. She looked you square in the eye then dumped the beef into the fire. You opened your mouth but she darted out the door. You ran your hand over your face and groaned. Great. She returned, only dragging the body of a goat. She tossed the body onto the table and looked at you proudly.

Oh.

Okay.

After a bit of convincing, she let you clean the kill. Grabbing your machete and a lantern, you have her hoist the kill over her shoulder and the two of you walk outside into evening. You curse when you remember that you have no rope to hand the kill. She looks the dead goat, then twists its hind legs together and slips it on a branch. You watch, a little surprised. She shrugged. Whatever. How try to saw through the thick wool, when you are lifted out of the way and with a few swipes, the head is gone.

“ Yeah, but we need to skin it. You know, get rid of the wool and- “

She turned and with a few swipes, you stared at the grisly skinned goat.

“ We need to get the stomach out so- “

She sliced the belly open and threw the sac out.

“ And most of everything else. “

And most of everything else came out.

“ Ok. “

You got a bowl that she placed the liver and heart in. You both waited in silence.

“ You’re good with those claws of yours. “

She looked at you then blushed. You tried very hard not to stare at her breasts. Tried. You shook your head and paid attention to the carcass. There, erection gone. After a couple more minutes, you stood and motion for her to get it down. She pulled it down. You pick up a branch and begin to walk back. She points to the branch with a questioning look.

“ To spear the goat. “

She nodded then snapped a large branch off a tree and rammed it through the goat. You stared at her for a moment then dropped your bench and began to walk back to the cave.

NOT DEAD UPDATE SOON

>>204502

IT'S BEEN A WEEK, UPDATE WHEN

>>206682

Life hit me in the dick, I'll try to have something up soon.

>>203201

She strode back to her cave with the speared goat over her shoulder and you occasionally glanced at her. She was strong, no doubt about that. She understood you which meant she was smart, at least to a degree. Your eyes wandered over her breasts, bouncing with each step. You turned away, red faced, and took a deep breath. This was all absurd. You walked up to the door and opened it, standing aside for the woman. As she walked by, she licked your face and smirked. You stood there with a confused look for a couple seconds before following her. What a weird woman. You instructed her to place the goat over the fire, she gave you a look then did it. You both crouched and watched the goat cook. You nodded, stood, and patted her on the head. You didn’t really mean to, you just did. She pushed her head into your head and let out a chuff.

This made you feel really good for some reason. You played with her ears and scratched around her head. She kept rubbing against your hand until you remembered the food. The outside of the goat was charred and black. You were no chef, but it looked done. You stopped petting her and hefted the goat off the fire. Placing it on a stone slab, you dumped some alcohol on your knife, then began to cut off strips of the meat. You gestured to the goat while looking at the woman.

“ You caught it, so please, eat. “

She walked over and sniffed the goat. Must not cook her food. She tore off the hind leg and began to tear into it. Her eyes lit up and she began to eat even more vigorously. You eat your goat slowly, savoring the taste of actual hot food. You ate in silence for a few minutes, you pondering what to do next and she…she was quite focused on you.After finishing your goat, you cleared your throat and stood, and so did she.

“ I…um…I’m going to retire for the night. I can’t thank you enough for letting me stay here and..well…thanks for not killing me. I’m sorry I injured you, I shouldn’t have immediately resorted to violence. “

You walked into the other room, struck a match, and lit one of the lanterns. You inspected the mattress, only for it crumble and fall apart in your hand. Damn. You grab one of the blankets, blow out the lantern, and shut the door. Looks like you’ll be sleeping propped up against a wall tonight. Oh well, it’s been worse. You sat down next to the fire place and began to check your weapons. You replaced the cartridges in your revolver and spun the cylinder. You unloaded and reloaded your rifle. And finally you gave your machete a couple swings and put your boot knife in its sheath. You then wrapped your blanket around yourself, pulled your scarf over your face, and placed your pith helmet on. You felt secure. The woman had finished the goat and was contently laying on her pile. She looked at you oddly. Now you felt silly. Whatever. You need to sleep.

“ Good night ma’am. “ came your muffled voice.

She blew air out her nose in a way that almost sounded like a laugh and turned over. You sighed and closed your eyes, letting yourself drift to sleep.

>>208178

Rain.

Constant rain.

Distant booms, maybe thunder, maybe artillery.

Lightning cracks.

Machine gun bursts.

Mud.

Water.

Up to your knees.

The dead piled to make walking slightly easier.

You stumble through the trench, water pouring down.

You were soaked to the bone ago.

It’s night.

You think.

A flare is fired.

Shouting.

Machine gun fire.

You slip.

The ground beneath you gives way.

You fall with a splash.

Cursing, you clamber up.

But your foot is caught on something.

You pull your leg up.

You leg and the body its stuck in come up with it.

You heave.

The eyeless sockets stare at you.

An Englishman maybe, or a German. Maybe even a Belgian or a Frenchman.

He stares at you.

You vomit.

You place your foot on the corpse, and try to push it off your foot.

With a wet squish and some cracking sounds, your foot comes free.

The body sinks partially back into the water, slumped against the wall.

You scramble backwards, you heave.

But nothing comes out.

You stare at him.

He stares back.

You begin to cry.

His jaw falls off.

You sob.

Gunfire.

Thunder.

The clatter of the machine guns.

The scream of a man of the wire.

Your sobs.

You take a breath and try to stand, but your legs are shaky.

You succeed and slowly continue down the trench.

A man rushes by you, muttering under his breath, collar off his overcoat turned up and his eyes on the trench floor.

You wish you had brought your coat.

But it would just get wet.

You trudge past a dugout where all of its occupants were laying about in pieces, one body slumped over his machine gun, waiting for another attack that he wouldn't be able to repel. You walked on.

You slosh under a tent where some officers are vigorously talking and going over maps and papers.

“ Sir, “

You tiredly salute.

“ York and Lancaster Regiment reporting, Sir . The 12th Battalion and the 13th and 14th Barnsley Battalions are ready to attack, Sir. “

The officer looked up at and nodded.

“ You go over at noon, tell your commander. “

You salute and turn, but stop.

“ What exactly should I tell him, Sir? “

The officer looked at you, a little annoyed.

“ To go forward. “

>>208183

Ayy about time.

>>208178

>>208183

Missed you, dude. Good to see you back.

Update soon

>>211732

Hype

>>211732

Awesome :D

>>211936

Big Warning

Just remembered. You don't want to listen to this for more than ten minutes. This audio was actually used for torture back in the '80s. It was highly effective.

>>211732

Hello, yes, I would like to order one update please.

>>211732

plz

>>211732

> soon

> 20 days ago

"soon"

>>217726

Man I got midterms and shit, I'm working on it.

Midterms over, update actually coming.

>>208183

One.

“ ALRIGHT MEN, FIX BAYONETS! “

You slid the bayonet into the socket on your rifle.

Two.

“ THE HUN IS THREE HUNDRED METERS OVER THIS STRETCH OF GOD FORSAKEN PIECE OF MUD! WE’RE GONNA KICK HIS ARSE OUT OF HIS TRENCH AND BACK TO HIS FATHERLAND! “

Three.

“ Hey Fred, last one to the lines buys us all rounds. “

Four.

“ You’re on Mick, you slow Paddy fucker. “

Five.

“ Slow eh Jack? That’s not what Molly told me. “

Six.

“ Ah fuck off Oliver, Molly an’ none of her friends would give you the time o’ day. “

Seven.

“ QUIET! “

Eight.

You look to your left and right, men in overcoats and some in only their fatigues. This had been going on for around five weeks with no sign of letting up. Three and a half years of this type of thing did nothing but fray your nerves.

Nine.

You shivered. Half from the cold rain pouring down and half from the cold fear running through your body. Veteran or no, you were terrified. You had been wounded at the Somme while hunting enemy snipers so you missed most of the action. You had lost a number of good friends on those fields and misty forests in July.

Ten.

Please God protect me.

The shrill sound of the whistle shrieked down the trench, the wail of the bagpipes roaring “ All the blue bonnets are over the border “ echoed. You scrambled over the parapet and joined in the charge. The clatter of machine guns soon drown out the bagpipes and you could faintly hear the whistle blowing. A fellow York volunteer took a burst of machine gun fire to your right, you scramble away as it tears into another soldier. Mud and water splash around you as a shell slams into the field. You see your Sargent waving for the men to follow, only for a shot to hit him in the leg. A Private from the Lancaster regiment hauls him onto his shoulder and runs for cover. A row of men in front of you are cut down and slump onto the barbed wire. The only sounds you hear are the shouts of men, clammer of guns, booms of shells, and the blood pounding in your ears. You catch sight of a shellhole. Cover. You leap down into the hole and a machine gun peppers the ground near you. You clutch your rifle and take a breath.

You should have stayed. Worked at your uncle’s shop fixing roofs. You should have never signed those damn papers. Then you wouldn't be laying in this god forsaken field. You feel your side burn with every breath. Drenched and muddy you laid there. Bullets whizzed over your head, your grip on the rifle tightened and you let out a shaky breath. A man jumped down into the shellhole next to you.

“ Atkins! We need to move now! Jerry is-“

He had been standing up a little too much. The bullet put a hole in in his helmet and he crumpled to the ground. You let out a yelp and pushed yourself further down into the shell hole. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to focus.

You have to move.

You shakily stand, take a breath, in and out. You feel the rage begin to build up. You let out a heavy breath and leap up. You vision narrows, your arms shake, cold air is sucked into your lungs. You feel the rage course through you. That man had a family. A mother and a father. You let out a roar of rage, screaming at the unfairness of it all. At the German lines, at the officers and politicians, at this whole war, at whatever God had let this happen. Your feet were moving. Bullets whizzed around you.

The machine guns.

You had to stop them.

Or else many more of your countrymen would die.

You were closing in on the trench.

The machine gun crew noticed you and swung their gun around to cut you down.

You snarled, challenging it.

*CLICK*

A savage grin spread across your face.

The gun crew scrambled to load the weapon.

You leapt at the gun, landing on the barrel and pushing it down, then jumping down into the trench.

The gunner lets out a stream of panicked German.

His loader raises a pistol.

You ram the bayonet into his throat.

The loader’s eye bulge in their sockets and he squeezes the pistols trigger.

The gunner scrambles back, trying to unsling his rifle.

With a roar, you jerk your rifle free of the dying German.

You bring the butt of the rifle down on the man’s head.

Again.

And again.

And again.

You sat in the mud, feeling the wet wood and metal in your hands.

The disfigured mess that was once a man sat before you.

Another shell hit the field.

Another burst of machine gun fire.

Another man dead.

“ Oi! You aight down there mate? “

You slowly turned to see a man with a red cross band around his arm.

You feel the strength fading from your limbs.

Your hand goes to you stomach.

Blood.

Lots of it.

You slump forwards and roll onto your side.

" PERKINS! GET THE STRETCHER! "

You feel yourself get lifted up.

But instead of being set down on the cloth, the arms around you tighten.

Your eyes open and instead of staring at the gray, stormy sky, you look up into two blue eyes.

>>219102

Update boyos!

>>219102

>>220088

I read it, but I wanted to wait for the part where he woke and interacted with tiger girl. Don't think nobody is waiting, writefag. Nice digits.

>>220088

Good to see you're still around :)

>>219102

Do you think there will ever be some sort of semi-coherent update schedule?

>>222620

I'm working on it, hopefully I can get to a point where it's every Tuesday and Friday.

>>222839

Oh good! I assume the release schedule for now is just as you find the time to finish?

>>225902

School is a bitch but expect an update sometime today.

>>225907

School must really be treating you hard, huh?

>>227025

Every time I see a bump, I get excited.

>>225907

If school's kicking your ass this much, you can always save the story to pastebin and continue whenever you're done with school or on break.

>>227025

>>227115

I'm an Anglophile learning French, among other things.

I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL HAVE AN UPDATE AND THEN SOME THIS WEEK

>>227115

Sorry :^)

>>227163

Good luck, I'm always waiting (im)patiently for the next update.

Anyone see the Jinko Chan posts in the Drawthread?

>>227373

>>227530

You could always just link it or post the pics. I hope it becomes more of a thing as it could be pretty funny/cute. I'm just wondering who the villain will be.

>>227163

Boy, it's sure been a long week, hasn't it?

>>230331

Colonizing her.

>>230362

Holy shit, you're alive!

>>230368

>>229753

Tonight my brothers, it will resume.

Both education and illness have held me back, but no longer.

Tonight it continues.

>>230423

so when's tonight?

>>232482

seeing as how it was 8 days ago I have no idea, Anon could be stuck in a time rift for all we know.

>>232497

Better late than never

>>232504

You Sir! Just got me excited for no F**KING reason!

>>232497

Fucking French. This shit will actually be up tonight.

Need MOAR nude Jinko!

>>225907

>expect an update sometime today.

(33 days ago)

>>227163

>I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL HAVE AN UPDATE AND THEN SOME THIS WEEK

(29 days ago)

>>230423

>Tonight it continues.

(16 days ago)

>>233433

>This shit will actually be up tonight.

(4 days ago)

On the glass-half-full side: he's still around.

Your eyes open and instead of staring at the gray, stormy sky, you look up into two blue eyes.

You pushed her off and tried to catch your breath, your hand on the scar left by the scalpel they used to dig the bullet out of your side. You groan and push yourself up, wiping the sweat from your face. You walk over to the bowl of water and splash some on your face. You walk over to your rifle and began to inspect it, pretending to ignore the woman. She seemed to know this and crawled over to you. You shifted and cycled the bolt, trying to make it look like you were doing some thing. You glanced at her. She was propped up on her elbows, watching you.

“ What? What do want? “

A crash of thunder right outside made you jump, and the the sound of rain beginning to pour could be heard. You laid the rife across your lap and stared at the door, remembering your dugout and the water. The woman then reached out and took the rifle from you and plopped her self in your lap. You tried to stand, only to have her arms wrap tightly around you. You scowled and protested.

“ Ma’am, unhand me! “

She tightened her grip

You groaned.

She looked up at you and licked your neck

" Ma'am, please. I…you…why? "

She pulled you closer and chuffed. You struggled, she growled.

Ok ok, guess you're staying where you were. You close your eyes and drift off into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.

You wake up to a rough tongue being dragged up your face. You eyes open and her sparkling blue ones meet yours. She chuffs happily and holds you to her chest. She nuzzles your head and licks your hair.

You want to get up.

She wants the opposite.

After much begging and pleading, she let you get up. You unbutton your shirt then drape it over on of the wooden chairs, you would wash your clothes when you got back. Now in your undershirt, you walk towards the door. You turn around to the woman.

“ I’m going to wash off then try for some breakfast, you stay here. You got me dinner, at least let me get you breakfast. “

You pick up your rifle and head outside. You hear the door slowly creak open, you turn only to see it shut. The tree branches rustle above you and leaves fall to the ground. Oh yes, she most certainly stayed inside. Of course she did.

This woman was odd, no doubt. Not in the way her body was…well yes in the way her body was but that wasn’t the point. She was different. A breath of fresh air compared to all the officers wives you had to talk to at banquets. She was wild and that excited you. Your trousers had gotten a little tighter and you face had gotten a lot redder. You groan and wish this was a bit more simple. For God's sake you just met her, after she tried to kill you no less.

As you crouched down and took a deep drink from the spring. The loud crack of rifle shot made you sit straight up. Then you you hear the slow clatter of a Lewis gun. You whirled around, scanning the trees. Another shot, a mass of birds flew up out of the trees cawing. You sprinted back into the cave and grabbed your shirt. Pulling your arms through the sleeves, you didn’t bother to button it up. You grabbed your gun belt and bandolier. You sling your rifle onto your back and unholster your Webley. You reached for your machete when the woman’s paw grabbed your arm. You wrenched it from her and grabbed your blade.

“ Gunshots, probably my men. Stay this time. I mean it. “

You then bolted out the door and ran down the path until you came to a less steep part of the hill. Throwing caution to the wind, you did a running slide down the hillside. Your boots hit the ground and your teeth rattled in your head. Shaking off the impact your dashed towards the gunshots. Hacking away any brush that got in your way, you tighten your grip on the machete. The fighting was getting louder, so you ran faster.

>>235909

Yay!!

>>235909

He returns!

>>235909

Good to see some excitement now. I can't wait until next year's update! Good to see you back.

>>235909

“ COME ON YA FOOKIN’ CUNTS! I’LL SLIT OPEN EVERY ONE OF YOU! “

You burst in the clearing and are met with a horrific sight. Cultist bodies strewn all over the area. The smell of blood was thick in the air. In the middle of the clearing was a pile of boulders, on it you could see a few men in the distinctive khaki of the British army uniform desperately fighting off what seemed to around a hundred or so cultists. You ran towards the boulders, bullets whizzing around you. You leap up onto the rocks, and slash at a robed man trying to scale the rocks. You make your way through the outcropping to one of the men. You grab him by the shoulder, he spins around and raises his rifle to bash your head in. It’s O’Hara. You back away and his eyes light up with recognition.

“ Lieutenant! Sir, am I glad to see you alive. It’s just me, Perkins, White, and- “

“ YOU ALL ARE FUCKERS! “

“ Williamson. “ you finish for him.

“ Yeah. “ O’Hara nods.

You notice his uniform is torn in several places and a number of bloody bandages are tied around his torso and arms as well as a few scratches on his face. He Then gestures you to follow him. The two of you carefully make your way towards the top of the rocks, where the gun fire was more intense. A cultist scrambled up and over a ledge only to have his head blasted off by a burst of machine gun fire. You look up to see Williamson, Lewis gun in hand, with a snarl across his bloodied face. A bandage was wrapped around his head, covering his left eye, but he seemed to still be able to shoot well enough.

“ ‘ELLO ELL-TEE, GOOD OF YOU TA JOIN US! “

You turn and gun down a cultist running towards O’Hara. Perkins and White came into view, atop the rocks next to Williamson, their rifles inflicting casualties with deadly accuracy. Both seemed worse for wear than the other two. Bullets whizz above you and the war cries fill the air.

You peer over a rock to see a mass of men converging at the edge of the clearing. You take a breath.

" Okay men! Pick of as many as you can! Watch each other's backs when we go hand to hand! "

>>235971

That's good. Now, are you going to make us wait another two months for the next update?

>>235975

Don't be so passive aggressive dude, just be glad that he's back.

>>235975

Maybe I will now.

inspired by a dream I had

>be caught in your jinko girlfriend's embrace

>won't let you go because this is your punishment for a prank gone too far

>she has already fallen asleep, but you're still stuck

>every time you try to get out, she tightens her hold

>rubs her head on your chest

>feel her breasts pressing into your stomach

>start to pop a boner

>can't get hands on boner and she won't wake up

>getting frustrated

>only one option left

>you start to grind your boner on her abs

>abs are hard enough provide friction, but still feel a bit soft

>really getting into it

>hear her sleeptalk

>"anon, stop tickling my stomach"

>bust a load right there

I'm usually not into abs

>>235977

>>235975

Update soon

>>248123

YES

>>248123

Nice

Yes, please!

>>235971

You duck as a bullet ricochets off the rocks in front of you. Another burst of machine gun fire, more yelling, and more bodies falling. Smoke hung heavy in the air as rifle fire resounded off the rocks. A cultist bound up the cliff side and swung his rife like a club towards White. Perkins yanked the man out of the way as the stock cracked and splintered on the rocks. He then followed through with a heavy right hook to the side of the cultists face and then with lightning speed, dropped his own rifle and grabbed the splintered remains of the cultists rifle and rammed it into the mans stomach, then shoved him off the rocks. He fell screaming to the ground where he landed with a thud. Snatching his rifle from ground, he took aim at another enemy scaling the rocks. Only for his rifle to click dry. The man turned, raised his sword and let loose a battle cry. Perkins scrambled back, trying to reload but stumbled and fell on his back. The cultist bore down on him only for his leg to be blasted off followed by a good portion of his torso. Williamson let out an insane laugh as the Lewis gun shredded another enemy. Perkins was helped to his feet by White who gave him a pat on the shoulder.

You and O’Hara were doing no better, with your machete and pistol and his rifle leading to the end of many cultists. Back to back, you and O’Hara fought off at least ten at a time. The living climbing over their dead comrades just to get a swipe at you. You jammed your Webely into the stomach of one of them, pulled the trigger, then shoved him towards an approaching cultist. The body sent the man tumbling to the ground. As he struggled to get out from under the corpse, O’Hara pressed his Lee Enfield to the man’s head, then fired. Brain and skull splattered the rocks. You then slashed at another one with your machete, cutting his hand off at the wrist. He fell screaming to the ground, clutching the stump where his hand was. Another slash and he toppled over, neck sliced open. O’Hara was tackled, only to heft the man up, stand up, then fling him head first into the rocks and bash his head in with the stock of his rifle. You watched as Williamson and the others were slowly push back towards you.

>>249772

“ O’Hara! Cover the others, i’ll cover you! “ you yell over the gunfire.

He nods and moves up while you watch his back. You break open your revolver and replace the spent cartridges. O’Hara bashes aside a cultist on the way to the others and you finish him off with a round to the head. O’Hara ran forward and knelt next to White and Perkins.

“ We’re falling back into the rocks, move! “

The three turned and ran while Williamson backed towards you, blasting anyone who got too close. You and the men then began what you assumed would be a final stand.

Back to back, shoulder to shoulder.

You and your men fought like cornered animals, slashing, hacking, stabbing, and shooting. You slashed a man across the chest and shoved him down when you noticed something.

The cultists were no longer all around you. White pushed a body off his bayonet and O’Hara pulled a knife from a corpse. You all seemed to notice the severe lack of brown people with swords. You and the men cautiously climbed up the rocks and peeked over at the tree line.

A single, robed man stood in the field. You could feel a chill run up your spine as he took a step forward and raised his hand, then spoke.

" Soldiers, you have fought valiantly, but you must know that the end is near. Lay down your arms, for our mistress is a forgiving one. "

This wouldn't have been so disconcerting if when he spoke, his voice didn't come from everywhere at once. You unslung your rifle and took aim. He turned and stared at you, across at least a hundred yards. Right into your eyes and your very soul.

" You next actions will determine the- "

You pulled the trigger and he stumbled backwards as the round slammed into his chest. He took a step forward then fell to his knees before toppling over. You stared at the body, then cultists poured from the trees.

" Good call Ell Tee, don't like that voice shit. "

Bullets flew over head and shouting filled the air, you were back at square one.

Then a man leapt down from the rocks and tackled you. Your machete clattered out of your hand and he grabbed you by your shirt and pulled your face to his.

“ Hello Lieutenant, We’ve heard quite a bit about you. Our mistress will be most pleased when we bring you and your men to her. “

The he was wrenched off of you and was thrown into the rock face with such force that the impact left a bloody imprint. Standing over you was the woman, bloody and fierce. Naked in all her glory.

O’Hara let out a yelp as the woman turned her eyes to him. You reach up and place a hand on her inner thigh, rubbing it. Not really where you intended to grab her, but it stopped her from ripping one of your men apart. She looked down at you, remembering that you were there. Her eyes full of concern and confusion.

“ It’s ok, he’s with us. “

She moved so you could stand. You got up and then out stretched your hand to O’Hara.

“ O’Hara, she’s with us. Uhhh…..Ma’am, O’Hara is one of the soldiers I was looking for. “

O’Hara looked at her warily, then to you.

“ If we live through all of this Lieutenant, we need to talk. “

A bullet whizzed over head and the woman snarled, then leapt over the rocks and bounded off towards the tree line. Screams and gunfire was then heard as well as an occasional roar. Your men slowly converged on you and O’Hara. White and Perkins shared a look of apprehension while Williamson trained his Lewis gun on the tree line. You placed your hand on the barrel and pushed it down. He raised an eyebrow.

“ Don’t shoot anything, uh, orange. “

A loud scream made all of the men disregard that and train their weapons at the forest. Then a black robed body flew out of the trees and collided with the rocks, and fell in a mangled heap.

The woman then sauntered out of the trees, covered in blood with her tail flicking behind her. She walked up to you and laid her paws on your shoulders, then began to lick your face and neck while chuffing. Your face reddened as the men watched with keen interest, all except Williamson who glared at her. You tried to push her off.

“ Ma’am please. “

Your face reddened even further as she wrapped her arms around you and lifted you off the ground.

“ Not in front of my men. “ you whisper.

Only O’Hara was close enough to hear and he let out a snort while he picked up . White and Perkins had taken to smoking while watching. Williamson still looked angry and carefully kept his Lewis Gun trained on the woman. She set you down and stared at Williamson. The other men tensed up while Williamson just stayed steady.

“ You know it was one like her that got Smith, Lieutenant. “

What.

>>252246

I would lick her and and sleep using her lap as a pillow

This is the best Jinko fanart I have ever seen.

>>185025

I am so very glad this thread survived.

Anyone have the greentexts with lazy anon and his lazy jinko gf lying around the house?

>>252922

Was anon a lazy poster, or was his character?

>>255667

The character. I should maybe start another greentext thread and see if someone will post it, unfortunately I don't have many greentexts saved myself

Update soon.

>>259281

Okay. Ill mark my calendar for an update sometime in april :^)

>>259318

I respect your optimism anon.

>>259318

How does this Friday sound?

>>270628

sounds excellent

>>270628

Still with us soldier? You're overdue to report.

I'm sorry, school and shit. I actually plan on delivering soon.

>>275057

qt/10

>>275057

Oh my god, that's adorable. I wanna frolick in a meadow with her and tell her how cute she looks. 20/10 is absolutely adorable and I want to have babies with her. God's work, anon, god's work.

>>275057

>>275637

Oh wait, it's Devilish Duck, whose tumblr disapperad the the other day. I wonder what happened.

>>275634

This sounds good.

Sorry, want to keep it from disappearing.

>>184891 (OP)

d

>>279573

>purring

>not chuffing

Those paws are too big for me. I'd love to interlock fingers with her

https://pastebin.com/6sfsEgLb Siberian Jinko

>>279581

Chuffs are cute~ though I think having a chuffing waifu would keep you up at night until you get used to it.

>>279674

How are they not paws? Besides, every other artwork makes them look massive

>>279734

One of my biggest pet peeves with MGs is when all the artwork gives them paws/hands bigger than their heads.

>>279734

Sorry, I meant; how about these paws?

AKA are they small enough for you?

>>279581

>Wife begins to purr chuff quietly (fixed)

>>279718

Russian jinkos are great.

>>279718

Good shit.

>>249773

your writing is great, thanks writefag!

>>270628

Still here?

>>290543

I'm here, writing several other things. Job now, but soon. I'm so sorry.

Friend of British Raj jinko-anon who keeps failing to continue here. He's coming back from a vacation in britain, and wanted me to let you know that he intends to deliver soon, when he gets to his computer at home.

Hopefully he keeps his word, or I'll give him shit for not delivering again.

>>300581

Oh don't worry, he's got the next bit ready to go, I saw it. He just needs to reach his desktop.

Also, he's actually American, just also a huge Limeyboo

>>300682

>implying he didn't ask me that every day

>>249773

O'Hara stooped down and picked up your machete, flipped it in his hand, and gave it to you. You wiped the blood off it and then turned to the woman.

“The ones like her? What do you mean by that?”

Williamson took a step forward, Lewis gun trained on her torso.

“Things like her, big and strong women with those stripes and paws. eet ain’t natural and eet sure as shit ain’t no friend o’mine.“

This was the first time you had heard Williamson speak at a level tone, and it unnerved you. You had seen men like this back in France. Consumed by hatred and anger, turned into animals by the deaths of comrades. They became demons, with nothing but rage inside them. Williamson was teetering on the edge of the abyss. You reached out and pushed the Lewis gun away from the woman.

“What happened?” you asked.

His eyes lit up with anger and his nostrils flared.

“Those fucking savages overran us after you got taken out,“ he spat “They took our guns from us and dragged us off to this fucking cave. They stripped us of our kits and threw us in a cage.”

White and Perkins nodded while O’Hara just sat down.

“Grant and me put up the most fight, they beat us both but then they took it out on the other guys. Davis got hit over the head and Grover got a few kicks in the ribs. They left us in the cages until this morning. Guess they figured we got beat up enough that we’d just give up. Me an’ Lewis tackled the first guard when he opened our cell and I strangled him. The only other guy there was some kid with a sword. Lewis took care of him. He wasn’t much trouble.”

You shivered slightly. Williamson wasn’t the type to think before shooting but Lewis had a hair trigger. O’Hara spoke up.

“We got the keys and got ourselves out of the holding area, guess we made a bit of a ruckus cause it seemed like every person with a scarf was out to kill us. We beat a couple guards to death before we found our guns n’ kits. We headed up to what we though was the exit but was just another room in what seemed to be a large temple complex. We realized we might not get out alive so we all decided that we’d take as many with us as we could. We headed back into the complex and started looking for anybody who looked important. Smashing alters when shooting priests. We reached what looked to be a central alter when the head priest started yelling and shouting while waving this weird necklace. Moments later women like your friend here were upon us.”

His head hung low.

“They dragged us all to the altar. We found Smith. They had him tied up to a post with his trousers and pants off. The priest started chanting again and hundreds of the cultists gathered around. Williamson broke his bindings and slugged one of them in the jaw, The ones with you here were ones that were able to run, the others were dragged back down by the cultists. We were going to make for camp but we got turned around in the swamp. Turns out they send a search party out for us and we just engaged when you showed up.”

You looked among your men then gestured to the woman.

“You're telling me there are more like her?”

He nodded, then gestured to Williamson.

“Get it why he don't care too much for her.”

You nod then turn to the woman.

"You understand me, so you're going to have to help me understand this."

More on the way

>>300689

>>300690

Fuck yes.

>>300690

Most excellent. Don't rush it.

>>303190

I love lewd stuff but pure things will always be my favorite.

>Dad wakes up

>Squeezes the moms paw

>Mom wakes up

>Both smile at each other

>Look lovingly into each other's eyes as they slowly fall back asleep

>>303717

I have to disagree with those faces and the position of their tails.

>>303717

Tails are continuations of spines from right above where the butt cheeks are. Also the guy looks like a holocaust survivor.

>>303717

Her head is too small for the rest of her body…

>>185068

Nice style

2lewd tho

Am I the only one who hates monster girls with massive hands? It looks ducking retarded.

>>309794

I'm right there with you. It's generally a problem with the pawed ones. People make both paw hands and feet way too big

>>309794

I agree. That's why I prefer non-pawed girls over the pawed ones. It just looks dumb. How can a jinko or a hellhound put on a pair of jeans or a shirt with paws that big? I understand what kenkou cross is going for, but I don't find it very appealing. Which is a shame, because the rest of a jinko is very appealing.

>>309794

>Not liking BIG MEATY PAWS

Get the hell outta here.

How well do Jinkos and Hinezumi get along?

>>310671

How long is a piece of string?

Answer: However long you need/want it.

>>309794

>>309830

I quite like the monster girls with big fluffy mangrabbers, they're probably really comfy during hugs and cuddles. However I do headcanon that mgs can turn them into more normal sized human hands if they need to, like for putting on shirts, holding silverware or handjobs, because as comfy as fluffy paws sound, I don't want them on my dick.

I'm still pretty new to this but I have a few Jinko stories.

http://touchfluffytail.org/?story=pornstar-for-a-day

http://touchfluffytail.org/?story=my-favorite-piece

http://touchfluffytail.org/?story=sick-day

I also have 2 I've done with Breakaway Republic

http://touchfluffytail.org/?story=friends-despite-it-all

http://touchfluffytail.org/?story=best-laid-plans

I'm currently working on another one by myself and one with Break (hint: the sleepy family picture and lingerie picture have something to do with them)

Sleepy family story contains a silver haired jinko grandma

Lingerie story contains stomach licking and other erotic shenanigans

I'm not amazing at writing but regardless, I hope you all enjoy

>>310831

>>310704

>>310671

FOR FUCK'S SAKE!! SAGE PEOPLE!!

>>310858

This isn't a dedicated story thread, retard, it's just the jinko thread. Lurk more.

>>303800

>Also the guy looks like a holocaust survivor.

Who says he wasn't in a concentration camp? We had some monster stories in the past that dealt with soviet monster regimes and men being put in camps to be later sold as slaves.

>>310831

You're the one who wrote those? Dude! I love those stories.

>>310831

>Art

Yung Art? YO MAX CPM UGH-HA UGH-HA

>>300689

Is it dead?

>>314263

No the author just slips in and out of a coma in between posts

Shadow Jinko DLC when?

OOOOH RAAAA!

SHAKA MINKA JINKO!

LUGLUGA COWA!

SHAKA MINKA JINKO!

SHADOW JINKO! SHADOW JINKO! SHADOW JINKO!

SHOOOOWWWA SHADA LAGA JINKO!

OOOH RAAA SHUGA LUGA JINKO!

SHUGA LUGA COWWWA SHUDA WUGA JINKO!

SHOOOOWWWA SHADA LAGA JINKO!

OOOH RAAA SHUGA LUGA JINKO!

SHUGA LUGA COWWWA SHUDA WUGA JINKO!

>>314342

I have been in a catatonic state on and off for about two years now. I was selling a +400 bullet holding clipazine to a impressionable, young white male in northern California. I had almost convinced the young lad to turn his back on being a giant cuck when I was suddenly jumped by twelve massive whales who demanded that I stop spreading my toxicity. I realized that the boy I thought I was selling to was actually a transexual. Myself and Dune coon manservant immediately leapt onto the back off our Sudanese pick up truck and sped away.

I barely escaped back to my oil rig off the coast of Toledo, Ohio (no one would ever dream of looking for me there, in Toledo of all places) when just shortly after landing the whole rig was attacked by ATF agents, who were acting on the correct information that I had several innocent dogs and a shotgun with a slightly too short barrel on the rig.

As I was escaping on my custom made HZ1 Aerocycle, I was shot down and landed in the dangerous waters of Lake Erie. Despite not only being exposed to the dangerous and near toxic levels of toxic waste and radiation in the water and also nearly losing an arm in the process, I was dragged out and rushed to a secret facility in the heart of Cleveland. There I stayed for 2 years, drifting in and out of consciousness until finally coming to for just a long enough period to write this completely autistic shit post.

Yeah I don't update much and i'm sorry, I'll try to put out more content. Thanks for remembering that this thread exists

>jinkos are tigers

>tigers mainly around india

does this mean that jinkos type like those indian guys on facebook? I can only imagine what interacting with horny jinko online would be like.

>"hello sex? i wanna to handhold u bby… yes i feel good when rub…. we sex very soon good yes?"

>>317041

I have walked the great 71, from the cold and dark halls of Cincinnati's subway to the industrial shells of Cleveland. The Great Toledo wasteland to the hills and cliffs of the Hocking.

I know your pain my friend, the great Erige deserves better.

>>317036

I think Jinkos can be broken up into Indian and Chinese subcultures.

For the Indian Jinkos though, this is now my headcanon along with nighounds and chav cheshires.

>Indian Jinkos (Pajinkos?) refer to genitals as penes and vagenes, and breasts as bobs

>They use social media intensively and will post on random single men's pages nearly unintelligible comments

<yuo are very hansom, i want to smel the hair… and give my bobs on yuor penes, my vagene is wet, yuo lik this

>>317333

Naturally, the Chinese ones would be called "Chinkos".

>Chinkos and Pajinkos get into incomprehensible online fights over which of their countries is better, with the occasional confused Japanese salaryman wondering why Google brought him to this page when he was trying to search for gambling halls or Konami instead

>>317334

Where do Taiwanese chinkos fit into this argument?

>>317328

Cincinnati doesn't have subways. We have street cars, it's almost the same thing but it makes traffic worse. At least our little section of river hasn't caught fire

>>317410

I knew we used to have trains and shit, the museum center used to be the main station. I just never knew about the subway

>>317429

>Big

>Meaty

>Paws

Yes pls.

>>317410

If Indian jinkos are pajinkos and Chinese ones are Chinkos, what are Russians? Gopjinks?

>>317438

Yes! Absolutely!

>>317332

I haven't written in ages and this is probably full of errors but it be like that sometimes

>Here you found yourself, alone on a Saturday night.

>Instead of going out or planning anything at all, you chose to waste it shitposting online.

>At least the booze keeps you company.

>Suddenly, you hear the sound of a notification from somewhere.

>Faceberg, of all places.

>You don't even use it, you just keep it active in a tab incase something important happens, but it usually never does.

>A new message, from someone named 'Anika Ananya'

>Pajeet, no doubt.

>Judging from the profile picture, a Jinko too.

>Pajinkos?

>Oh boy.

>You've only heard rumours and seen screenshots of their method of 'attracting mates' on the internet, with their poor pick-up lines and borderline rape tier messages, that often leave young boys either traumatized or losing their sides from how bad they are.

>But you have nothing else to do, might as well open it.

>…

>You're left in a state halfway between shock and losing your shit over the message

<Hello sex… Yur v handsum boy, i come smell the nice armpit on ur hair very nice

>Nearly choking on your own spit, still barely managing to catch your breath from laughing so hard, you click on her profile and take a look at it.

>Creepy comments, but she's surprisingly hot.

>A nice body and cute face.

>You'd bang, but then you'd probably bang anything seeing how desperate you are.

>Deciding to reply, you stay with coherent English and attempt to communicate with the wild, brown beast.

"What?"

>Within seconds, you can already see her typing a message back, and a minute later she replies.

<i want smel ur pinus and put bob on makeing milky come from ur paninis mmmm

"Sorry, I have no idea what that means. And I don't even know you, that's sort of creepy."

>Pretty weak on your part, but you don't know if this is some 40 year old fat balding Alp trying to catfish you.

<i lonely girl ingels not vry gud pls forgiv but i se ur poohtos on the fecesbake n i lik u

>The bants seemingly ends for a moment, and you feel your heart beat faster than usual.

>Why? You don't know, but you definitely know the feeling of being lonely.

>Maybe you can help her, even if she's far away, you can at least give her company online however possible.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Anika. I'm flattered but I don't think it'd be possible for it to work."

<ok rape u next week

"No, that's not how it works."

<ok do milk

"Do milk?"

<do milk with the panooni i make the slurck and u cum a very nice yes handholding soon?….

>You barely manage to stay on your chair as another laughing fit ensues, with tears streaming down your eyes.

>Though, handholding does sound nice, albeit lewd.

"Maybe we should take things slow, get to know each other first as friends?"

<let be sex frend

>>317678

"No, just normal friends."

<ok rape u next week

>Another notification comes up, with Anika commenting on your profile picture.

>Oy vey, this can't be good.

>It's a picture of you from a year ago, sitting with some friends and smiling.

>Good times.

>Anika's comment clearly stands out from the others.

>The others being your mother and your friends.

<wow hot daddi…… i wish u to be inside me

>Before anyone can see anything or comment on it, you delete it immediately.

>You go back to messaging Anika, trying to prevent any further shitposting from her.

"Anika, please don't comment things like that on my pictures, people can see that."

<send balls

"No."

<send hair ball i lik v nice u r cumming from the sex a very nice mm my vegana a very wet and sweat u llike put inside???????

"NO."

<bitch lasagna u like or i come rape

"I can't. And whilst that proposal does seem nice, we clearly live too far away from each other."

<send location i cum raping u will cum frm the sex a very fast too much inside me mak babbi

"What do you mean, you're gonna come to me?"

<yes have demon friend am telpoor to u

>Sighing, you think about it.

>You're lonely and it's probably a shitposting account from someone you know trying to mess with you.

>And if it isn't, you'll get raped.

>Oh well, time to do something you'll probably regret later.

>You decide to send your pinpoint on Jewgle Maps with her.

<thank for this sex ok rape u next week

>A week passes, and Anika hasn't messaged you since then.

>Nothing has really happened.

>You assume it was probably a shitpost, but a small part of you wishes it was real.

>Instead, you're home alone again on a Saturday night, and no Anika to keep you company on the internet.

>Guess it's time to drink away the pain as per usual.

>Pouring out a glass, you hear your doorbell ring.

>Pizza? You don't recall ordering anything.

>You shrug, might as well see who it is.

>Suddenly, a series of knocks echo from the door, and whoever's knocking seems to be trying to break it down rather than anything.

>Might be some kind of robber.

>You grab your handgun and tuck it alongside the waistband of your pants, in case anything goes wrong.

>Slowly walking up to the door, you unlock it and slide it open.

>And in front of you is a tall, towering Jinko.

>A specific one, the same one that sent you rape threats last week.

>You barely manage to stutter out her name, stuck between a mix of fear and arousal.

"A-Anika?"

>The Jinko smirks, and pounces on you, her strength easily surpassing your own as she pins you onto the floor of your own home, slamming the door closed.

>Whispering lewdly into your ear, you notice that her accent does not reflect how she types, for one, it's actually cute.

<"Hello sex."

>>317678

>>317680

10/10, would let Anika hello sex me while whispering dirty talk into my ears until I simultaneously orgasm and break out into hysterical laughter.

This story actually reminded me of that one "Shitposting Of The Mamonos" greentext.

>>317701

>>317700

Thanks lads, my writing skills have died recently since I've been away from it for so long so this is real shit to me

I WILL UPDATE JUST PLS IT'S FINALS