/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

Well I fucked up.

Thread at >>200855

Can someone pastebin ALL 3 of our writefags?

I need more adventures of Wans.

Also, is >Fluffy Tail allowed?

>>236807

>Blonde blue eyed wan.

Oh hell yes, would impregnate for posterity.

From Oldthread because I don't know how to pastebin. Also, updates will come not-so-often as usual because I have a lot on my plate. Worst case scenario, I update again next year.

>>236820

Excercise is ok while pregnant, like stretching, and yoga. but lifting weights? That worrys me.

>>235665

>The Kobold came running to my cell, a bit teary eyed, demanding the officer to open my cell.

>I could see the woman in blu look more frustrated by the second, making an easy groan in annoyance as she opened my cage.

>"ANON!" jumped the kobold.

>I saw as Skittles jumped to me, embracing me with a hug and her head on my shoulders, an emotionless Shoggoth. Holding both hands on her lap. Staring at us both, as skittles was Nuzzling me.

>"I'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRY" she said while hugging me.

"Please let go."

>"I'MSORRYOK?IDIDN'T KNOW!"

"No, let go, My chest is starting to hurt a bit."

>And in shock, she let go, while I felt my breathing become heavier and still keeping my hand to my burning chest.

>Small shock burns from the stunrods were still fresh and painful to feel by that moment.

>"Anon..." said Skittles looking at me for a bit.

"I'm fine with a hug, just, very, slowly."

>And with quick action she hugged me again. This time, giving space for my burn. And slowly, she rested her head on my shoulder, whimpering the words "Sorry." Over.

>Agnes however, just kept staring at me. Looking down as Skittles continued her embrace.

>"Let's go home, Anon. Mom bailed you out anyways."

"I... guess...?" I said, looking at the, rather grey-er shoggoth. "But I gotta know."

>"What?"

"Why didn't they taze me when I was alone and you were in your classes?"

>"I don't know. And I don't ca-."

>"Actually-" Interrupted Agnes. "-Being ordered to stay in one place is different than going in alone..."

>"Oh, Thanks then!" said Skittles cheerfully then turning back at me.

"What's the difference? I was alone in both situati-"

>"Ms. Kromme?" sai an officer in blue.

>"Yeah?"

>"We need you to sign some release forms here. Please come with us."

>And with that, her ears folded, and she looked down, giving a small 'Aww.'

>"Stay here, Anon." she said with a smile, "I'll be back soon!"

>And as she went off, passing the shoggoth and other cells, I was left leaning on the wall in mine. Scratching my chest a bit, hoping to pick off some burnt scabs.

>I saw Agnes getting close to me, putting her hand over her mouth.

>"Anon..." she said in a worrying tone. "That does not look good."

"Nothing looks good when you get hit on the chest and stomach with shocks of electricity."

>"Anon, that's not funny." she continued, fiddling and pulling a bag from herself.

"It's fine. I'm sure. It just has to heal."

>"I should apologize though." she continued, pulling out a small container of fammiliar black sludge.

"For what?"

>"I should've gone with you, honestly." she continued, rubbing my chest with he cool hands.

"What for? I thought you didn't know."

>"Well, I read in advance, you ARE living with me after all..."

"And you didn't tell me this, why?"

>"I thought you were allowed, that Chloe knew what she was doing. Guess I was wrong."

"Well, new experience, right?" I murmured, as I felt a strong wave of pain run through my chest. Just like last time.

>"Look, Anon. When you hear, or follow something that is odd to you, tell me immediately. Ok?" she said, looking at me, in the eye.

"Ok... why?"

>"Point is, I don't want to see you get hurt. Understand?"

"Understand."

>"Good." she continued, finishing the last of the container, making her look in it with her eye, and let out a drooping sigh. "Darn, looks like that will do for now."

>>237204

its fine to lift, just can't lift as much. lower weights, higher reps.

>>237204

I could see how this goes for Best Girl now, if Anon keeps getting into situations like these.

>Mommy has been tired a lot lately. Her eyes keep looking droopy and she keeps looking sad.

>Mommy says that it's because she has a lot of work, but I think she's lying.

>Mommy and Daddy always told me not to lie because lying is bad.

>But Mommy keeps lying a lot to herself and sis and I ever since daddy slept.

>Mommy says that Daddy went to sleep and couldn't wake up anymore. I hope she's wrong.

>Because ever since he did, mommy looks like she couldn't sleep at all.

>I wish daddy can wake up again.

>Its sometimes getting hard to help mommy with her needs if he doesn't.

>I wish daddy can wake up again. Even for one last time.

>Because sis and I also have some troubles sleeping.

>I wish daddy can wake up again. Even for one last time. Even for a day.

>So that he can kiss big sis and I goodnight so we can sleep again, and so that he can also kiss mommy goodnight so that she can sleep too…

>>237204

Best girl just continues to earn more points.

>>237204

i like that best girl agnes is now getting closer to slav-anon, maybe even devloping genuin feelings for him.

if this continues then Skittles simple minded incompitence will drive agnes and anon even closer together.

shit agnes already is the only person that slav-anon can actually trust.

by the way maybe give us a pic of how our ptsd ridden slavic veteran acually looks.

maybe one before and one after his inslavement

>>237348

It's not even the best part that I made.

>>237298

>Daddy, I don't know if you are listening to me, or if you are still asleep.

>When will you wake up like normal people when they sleep?

>Mommy hasn't smiled to herself in so long and she keeps going to bed alone.

>I one time heard her crying in bed at night when I wanted to go to her room and sleep there.

>I had a bad nightmare and I wanted cuddles so I can sleep again.

>But when I went to mommy's room, I heard something worse.

>She kept saying "It's My Fault" and "I'm Sorry."

>I'm not afraid of nightmares anymore daddy.

>But I'm afraid of seeing mommy hurt.

>The last time I saw her smile and wag her tail was during big sis' birthday. Back when you were still awake.

>Mommy says we should "Be Strong For Daddy." but Mommy doesn't look strong enough.

>Normally, when mommy needs help, she always calls for you.

>But now you can't because you're still asleep.

>Please wake up soon daddy. Mommy really needs you. She doesn't look strong enough.

>>237358

Mfw

>>237348

>>237547

Nah, its more like a "What If" future if best girl still is incompetent and falls for Slavanon>>237547

>>237645

perfereng cliche tsun polt over genuinly caring eldritch abomination.

shit taste anon

>>237650

>Cliche Tsun

She may be a ditz but she's no tsun

>>237834

You're right, she's just shit.

Does anyone have the newest version of that liru game and a list of changes made?

>>236834

the continously contracting vagina

>>238288

>she dident let him sleep in his own bed twice.

To be fair, during the time, she DID try to better herself and DID ask slavnon if he thought she was selfish. If anything, she at least tried to better herself.

I still want to know what the point of "used tissues was for though

>>238299

pretty sure writefag implied that she was crying all night, at least that makes more sence then her jacking off but fuck knows

>>238300

There is redemption for her

>>238317

>he is in both the kobolts eyes is a replacement for the dead father and as soon as they get bored with him or a problem arises they will just drop him like a puppy that got to big

Not sure if I recall, but didn't Wan try and openly say that Anon was like a butler? Especially in writefag's first entry, where she wanted Anon to buy stuff for her, clean up and cook after her, etc.

If anything, its more like a glorified slave than a butler really, even less so a father.

>>238345

remember the day with the frisbys at the gazebo?

one after another the 2 wans cryd there hearts out infront of him, do you act like that to your cleaning lady?

>>238342

it got updated to version 1.00.6 in oktober but no idea if there was or will be anything relewant addet.

as far as i know it is finished yes

>>238346

Wan was afraid of her slave getting sick and no longer doing stuffs for her.

Arawan felt nostalgic but didn't cy infront of him.

Neither did Wan. Just the whole "Promise you wont get sick."

Then Agnes interrupted them…

>>238349

well you know how they say, show 10 people a room and they will describe 10 different rooms to you.

different perspectives are a thing

>>238352

How are you so sure about this anyway? Are you just writefag leaking info again? Teasing us and giving fake info/endings like every other thread?

>>238353

>randomfag gets bored from shitposting

>decides to fuck with waifufags

>writes thesis on mc

>gets mistaken for actual writer

>dont know how i feel about that

>>238358

Just saying. Usually Pet-Fag/Slavnon keeps writing/posting either ACTUAL or FAKE spoilers mid-threads, and when someone mentions something like it having NTR, Cucking, MC doing X and Y, Writefag makes up some info either fake or real, and keeps other people on edge.

>>238353

joking to the side, that was a simple character study.

all i did was read the story again and think about the character.

what he experianced.

how he thinks

what he does.

and continue that line of logic to its next few logical storypoints.

shit like that gets easy after you have written characters for a while, and i have 16 years of gamemastering behind me so shit comes natural but no im not the writefag

i enjoy his story though, thats why i cared enough to think about it

>>238358

He usually fucks with people like when that other Wanfag wrote a short greentext about Agnes NTR-ing the wans he only responded with "Don't tempt me."

Or that other guy who said "He knew what happens to people with PTSD and doesn't want the story to have a bad end." Writefag responded with "I could make it a bad ending if you want."

>>238361

its called "five the audiance what they want"

it might not be a cyoa but writefag still sees what we are posting, that can inspire new ideas.

i know my group gave me unintentional idea often enough

>>238367

>>238363

Guess that's a way to put it. Still wish he wouldn't give us false hope though, judging by how you put the characters.

But if Agnes will win the Slavnon bowl, why did Writefag start it at a Wan thread? Didn't he also mention (Don't qoute me on this) that he had the story/plot fully written out?

>>238367

Also, your grammar is a bit like his.

>>238370

dont know if you have experiance writing shit but storys have a tendence to change as you write them.

you might have the bare bones already in your head when you start writing but over time you think.

"hey wouldent that be cool"

and out of fucking nowwhere you are somewhere where you never thought you would go but it all flowd natuarly.

thats where the greeks had the idea of the muse from.

>>238374

yes my grammer is shit i know im german

but you waifu is also shit so hay we have sometrhing in common

>>238377

Was writefag Slav or German? Not the Slavnon MC. Actual writefag…

>>238387

dont remember i think the little wans writefag sayd he was german.

still not me tough, its a big fucking country.

plus im ectually austrian but most braindead faggots mistake that for austrailia.

and im to lacy to explain the difference between schnitzel and koala.

plus i fucking speak german and thats the only thing that actually matters here

>>238389

>RIP Austria. Hofer lost.

May you at least rest with Wans of your choice in peace.

>>238392

pah fuck it there is always next time.

>Report

>Hide

>Ignore the furfag

>Send him back to Reddit.

While waiting for slavnon wanfag to update, anyone else continuing / making writefag ideas about wans

>>238902

what kind of idea are you looking for?

give pointers and my brain shall do the rest

>>238906

Idk, Wan pup is bought at a pet store for a lucky kid and hijinks ensue

>>238909

do you mean for a new greentext or something?

i thought you were talking about one of the 2 ongoing wan storys.

you might just as well ask for a new writefag.

speaking of whitch

im thinking of starting a cyoa when im done reading wizard quest.

im thinking of doing something like a mix of mage the assention and gate.

any ideas what would be cool for that or what people would like to see?

as in genre, a few favorit monstergirls, happenings, things people want to see or havent seen before, shit like that.

i have a few very cool ideas but more are never wrong

>>238914

I'd like some new content in general if there is any. Wans are best girls.

Here's a pastebin of my twin wan story for those who've missed out earlier, expect an update later on today. :)

http://pastebin.com/RXd3Ha60

>>239423

Thank you based Writefag

>>239423

> expect an update later on today. :)

RIP

Any /fit/ Wan Wan or Wan Wan with abs?

>>240265

just look for polt imagesets on exhentai

>>240860

Requesting full Wan-Themed version of this song.

>>240982

>Kobold/Kiki is the leader, teaching a Kiki, wolfgirl, kobold, Wolfgirl or Fluffy-Tail how to get a husbando before a hellwan nabs them.

>>240922

>>240922

There are none though.

>>240980

>>240982

>>240983

Now with an instrumental version to sing along!

>Are you a real wanfu?

>well uh, technically, uh, nah.

>Have you ever caught a good guy, like a real human bean?

>No.

>Nothing? Have you ever tried to hold hands?

>Nah, nah…

>…ALRIGHT! I can see that I will have to teach you how to be…

>WAIFUS!

>Saxophone solo

Hey!

We are number wan! Hey!

We are number wan!

Now listen closely!

Here's a little lesson in waifury,

This is going down in history!

If you wanna be the waifu number wan,

You have to chase a super husband in the run!

Just stay in my paws, and sneak around,

be careful not to make a sound!

(Awoo~) NO, DON'T DO THAT!

We are number wan! Hey! (X3)

HA HA HA!

Now look at this ring, that I just found.

When you're ready, get ready to marry!

GO!…

MARRY HIM, NOT ME!

Ugh, let's try something else…

Now watch and learn, here's the deal,

You'll claim his hand with those delicious meals!

(Wannabe waifus eat the meals)

WHAT ARE YOU DOING !?

Ba-ba-biddly-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

We are Number wan!

Hey!

Ba-ba-biddly-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

WE ARE NUMBER WAN!!!

Ba-ba-biddly-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

We are Number One!

Hey!

Ba-ba-biddly-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

We are Number One! (X3)

Hey!

Hey!

>>241037

may this meme never die, it really is something special

>>241037

They even so far decided as to make a soundcloud account with instrumental and all the individual instruments.

https://soundcloud.com/user-847444

So all you need is some girl or girlvoice VA's and you're set on this.

>>241037

Reminder that the live remake of this was on the first day of Khenmaat.

>>241037

This is perfect.

>>242180

>both writefags given up

Explain.

>>242180

I'm still here, I'm just locked in an endless struggle between my job and my free time. It's a rough feel when I already have the story outlined and ready to finish, but I rarely have the time to put it into words since I scribbled all my notes on paper.

plus the posting errors didn't help

>>242230

Are you the Daughteru Writefag or Werewolf Writefag?

>>242237

we'll never know

>>242261

>>242230

I'm sure he's not pet/slavnon writefag.

>enter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8EoYkel5VI

>Tara took you by the hand as Sara ran out of the room, bouncing up and down outside the doorway as she eagerly waited for you to rise up and follow the two girls to their room

>You looked back towards Momma, sitting on her knees as she smiled happily and wagged her tail back and forth over the bedspread

>You smiled back, then got up to your feet as Tara playfully pulled at you with both of her paws, her face practically beaming; her sister was no different

>You left the guest room and entered the hallway, the floorboards greeting your feet with a pleasant coolness and oddly familiar feeling

>'Come in Daddy, come in!' Sara called as she jumped on her bed excitedly, then sat on her haunches, her tail high in the air as she looked ready to pounce on something

>In front of you was a massive pile of stuffed animals, everything from giraffes and elephants to cats and fluffy goldfish

>Sara and Tara giggled as they leapt into the pile, emerging only to throw the pillows and stuffed animals at each other playfully

>One finally found its way to you, hitting you square in the face and bouncing onto the ground, a smug looking purple-maroon cat looking up at you

>You knelt down and picked it up, activating your rapeface.jpeg as the girls dove for cover under their beds, taking a few more stuffed animals with them for ammunition

>You cleared your throat as you tried your best to emulate an old, deranged old man with a machete, only the machete was a fluffy cat and your victims were your barricading daughters

>'GIT BACK 'ERE YOU MUHNCHINS! I GOTTA BOHNE TA PICK WITH YA!' You say as you hack at their fluffy wall of animals, the girls crying out for Momma as they threw what few animals were left as a distraction

>After a moment or two of hacking through a rather heavily clad panda, you finally managed to get a hand under their bed, connecting with what felt like a fluffy tail

>The tail squeaked out an adorable yelp as you reached again into the den, unearthing a…

>Stuffed animal

>Damn these girls were crafty, rusing you into thinking you had gotten your prize

>You returned to character, once again digging through the wall of stuffed animals and barely noticing in the corner of your eye the barest of movement from Tara, squeezing her way out from under the bed, armed with a lion and a pillow with a shield on it

>'Pick this you meanie!' she battlecried as she jumped off the bed and onto your back, making you fall to the ground as she assualted you with the lion and defended herself with the shield pillow

>'AAAAAAH ITSH EATING MEEEEE' you screamed in agony, grabbing the lion and guiding Tara's hand around your stomach, making mock gurgling noises as she giggled at the display

>Sara soon joined the fray, armed with an elephant and a snake

>The two sisters dogpiled on you and let loose the dogs of war until you finally expired and died, letting out a churned-out groan

>The sisters stopped a few moments later, looking at each other before cautiously moving their heads up closer to you, sniffing the imaginary wounds and checking your vital signs to see if you were really dead

>'I think he's dead Tara' Sara said as she put the snake ontop of your head absentmindedly

>'…I guess' Tara replied, staying seated on your chest just in case you tried to make a move

>>243207

>You waited a few more moments, right as Sara went to the bed to gather up some of the toys and reset them in the massive pile near the center of the room, not too far from where you were laying

>Slowly, just outside Tara's vision, you reached up and grabbed Tara by the waist, sitting up as you did so and pushing her into your chest while making crunching noises around her head, laughing maniacally

>Sara noticed just in time as Tara squealed out in surprise and shock, but it was too late, Tara was already zombified, making the same groans that you made as you rose from the dead

>Sara took a few steps back as she tripped into the pile of stuffed animals, calling out for Momma to help, as we had become zombies and wanted to eat her

>Her cries went unheeded as you both moved closer and closer to her, shambling towards her delisciously crunchable and munchable body and brains

>She backed up all the way against the wall, looking for a way to escape from her horrible fate

>Right before the two of you could sink your teeth into her, Momma came up from behind us, smacking you on the head with pillows from the guest room, making you tumble and fall onto the pile, groaning as we went down

>'Momma!' Sara cried out as she leapt into her arms, thanking her as she mocked you poor zombies for not being able to catch her

>'Now Sara, that's no way to treat a zombie. Zombies need love and affection; they need a Kiss of Death'

>'A Kiss of Death?'

>'Yes, they need a Kiss to remind them that they're not zombies, they're alive' Momma said as she knelt down and gave you a gentle and fairly passive kiss, breaking the zombification spell and rousing you back to your senses

>You rose up with a gasp, thanking Momma profusely and apologizing to Sara for trying to eat her

>Momma smiled as she did the same to Tara, who likewise played along and fell into Momma's arms as she apologized to her sister for trying to eat her brains

>'Momma, can we have breakfast now?' Tara asked before going back over to you, asking for an upsie with her outstretched arms and puppy-eyed face

>Momma nodded as she stroked Sara's hair, making her hum as she wagged her tail

>'Let's go have breakfast everyone'

>>243209

>breakfast with the ara-wan

shame Tara and Sara are around, otherwise it would be the perfect time for a naked apron

also i suggest coming up with a name for the ara-wan since having the MC refer to her as such would be treading dangerously close to Freudian-tier storytelling

>>243220

*refer to her as Momma

>>243220

Don't worry, I have a plan.

>>243209

>enter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-Vg2YS-sFE

>The house was two stories tall, full of windows and wooden aesthetics, the light of the dawn overflowing into the house, negating the need for any artifical lighting

>There was a single staircase that led to the first floor, with two hallways that crisscrossed the sides of the staircase, the same dark oak finish carried throughout the house

>On the walls there were pictures and paintings of landscapes and family, though curiously there was no husband in the cool vistas and homely towns that were depicted in the works

>It gave you pause; if there was no husband, how did the girls come about, and if there was, where has he gone?

>Deep down you felt unsure, but thoughts deep down rarely traveled to the surface

>You had a new family now, and it was your responsibility as a man to keep to your word and provide for your potential wife and your certain children

>But that didn't stop you from admiring and asking about them

>'So…where's the husband?' you asked, pointing to one painting in particular

>You looked over towards Momma, her tail no longer standing as tall, now drooping down a little lower as she turned to face you

>Her face was marked with a weak smile, but in her eyes there was a story to tell

>'I never had one. He…passed before we could marry'

>Ouch

>'I'm sorry…I didn't know…I was just curious is all'

>You looked back to the images; even in the painted lines and splotches, you could see that resonanting pain in Momma's eyes, and even the vestiges of that chronic pain in her children

>Their family was broken for so long, it's no wonder that as soon as you took in the sisters they saw you as a father figure

>The possibilities filled your head with questions, but a gentle pawing by Tara roused you from your contemplation

>'Daddy…are you okay?'

>You shook your head as if to shake away the thoughts

>'I'm fine sweetie, just thinking is all'

>'Don't worry yourself too much with the past Anon, you're here now, and that's enough' Momma spoke up as she perked up a little, making her way back down the stairs, her tail slowly raising up again with each step

>You smiled and shook your head, rubbing Tara's head as she wagged her tail, her ears perking up

>'So what should I call you? I never got a name, and calling you Momma seems kinda weird, don't you think?'

>Momma laughed at the comment, letting down Sara and gently pushing her towards the hallway on the left, which you assumed was the kitchen

>'You can call me Sena'

>>243261

>enter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9tn1Fs6C4w

>You followed Sena downstairs, continuing to carry Tara as you descended, her paws digging into you tried to set her down stopping you from freeing yourself from her

>You tried to coo her to let go, but she kept holding onto you even tighter as you got closer to the kitchen

>'You okay?' you whispered to Tara as she began to sniffle, and rub her face into your shoulder

>She nodded, small tears beginning to well up

>'It's been a really long time Daddy…I'm so glad you finally came back home'

>You patted her head to comfort her, though you were a little confused on why she said that

>'Came back home?'

>'Momma always said that you would come back one day; me and Sara were so happy when you came, but now…'

>She began to tear up again; you gently brushed the tears away as you cooed back that everything was going to be fine

>Sena walked over to help you, placing one of her paws on Tara's cheek and leaning in close, your's and Sena's face's looming over Tara as she let out a cathartic brand of tears

>Sena continued to stroke her daughter's cheek, until eventually Tara began to stop and finally calm down; though by the time that had happened you noticed that Sara had snaked her way inbetween the three of you, emotions getting to her as well

>Sena lifted up Sara as she wrapped the three of you in her arms, comforting everyone as she rubbed her face against Sara's cheek, making her slowly come to her senses and calm down as well

>In all honesty, it was a bit awkward, but at the same time it felt really good to be able to feel the family's embrace after such a long time

>You had hardly known this new Wan family, but the journey had already taken it's emotional toll; it took a lot to hold back your own tears, same with Sena

>When everything finally subsided, you sat the girls at their spots at the table

>Their emotions were still strung up high, periodically making them rub at their eyes with their paws to push away the tears

>'Anon, can you help me make breakfast please? We're going to have something simple, but I don't want to tell the little wans over there what it is' she said as she mouthed the divine word 'pancakes'

>You smiled as you called back and gathered up the necessary ingredients, setting them on the counter by the stove where Momm- Sena set up some plates and utensils to pile up the cakes nice and high

>As you placed out the supplies, you noticed Sara rubbing her eyes as she walked into the kitchen and clutched her tail close

>'Wait, Momma, what do you mean you don't want us to se-' she started before you covered her mouth and shushed her gently, giving her a little headpat as you did so

>'Sara, why don't you and Tara go upstairs with me, show me your favorite stuffed animals? Do you think that would make you feel better about all this?'

>'Um…okay Daddy…'

>'Come along Tara, let's go upstairs'

>'But I thought we were going to have breakfast?' she said, tilting her head to the side in confusion

>'Yes we are, but how about we get comfy first? Let's bring a stuffed animal or two down here so we can all feel better, okay?'

>Okay Daddy…' she said, a little defeated at first

>The two sisters felt a lot better as soon as you put them on your shoulders, running up the stairs as fast as you could, exciting them as you brought them to their room, setting them back on the ground and getting on your hands and knees to find their favorite stuffed animals

>>243287

>enter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zk3NpDBjTBs

>The girls immediately tore into the pile, tossing all manner of the animal kingdom to the wind in search of their favorites

>'Ooo, Daddy, what about this one?' Sara said as she exhibited a rather fluffy looking eagle

>'That's a nice one Sara, is it your favorite?'

>'No…but I like it a lot Daddy, can I bring it with me?'

>You smiled

>'Of course you can pumpkin'

>'Ooo Daddy, what about this?' Tara said as she gave you a very happy bear

>'That's a nice one Tara, really fluffy'

>'But not as fluffy as me, right Daddy?'

>'It'll never be as fluffy as you Tara'

>'But what about me Daddy? Will Tara ever be as fluffy as me?'

>'No, you'll never be as fluffy as me Sara, you're too…ruff' Tara giggled as she continued to dig for more stuffed animals

>'Daddyyyyyyy, Tara's being a meanie, she said I'm too…ruff'

>'Well that wasn't very nice Tara, your sister is very fluffy and not at all ruff'

>'But Daddy, whose the fluffiest?'

>You sat down crosslegged, thinking with an audible 'hmmmmmmmm'as the two girls inched their way up to you, their ears perked up and their tails wagging as you continued to draw out the time

>'I don't know girls…how do you think we should find out?'

>The girls sat down a little defeated as they too began to think out the options

>Sara sat down with her legs out, the space filled with assorted fish and bears and other fluffy creatures; she began to stack them up as she contemplated the options

>Tara sat more conservatively, hugging a particularly well-loved panda bear, judging by the uncleanliness of its fur

>You spoke up first, breaking the silence with a flourish

>'What if I judged it through a grooming? The softer and more fluffier hair wins!'

>The girls were estatic at the option, running up to their cupboards to fetch a brush or two to decide once and for all who was the fluffiest

Can anyone pastbin >>237204's story thus far? I'm new to this thread and trying to find out who is who is a colossal pain.

>>244960

Anything with

>Chloe, agnes, shoggoth and kobold + slav life should be the slavnon story

>>237204

>The pain of the fluid is gone for now, but at least it patched out what it could. My chest doesn't look as red and burnt now, but still left a big mark and wound through my clothes. The pain was gone though, so that's a plus.

"You'd think, that had it not been for friendly 'rachnee's being good in making articles of clothing, that suits would be a HUGE hassle to make and buy." I chuckled, lightening the mood around us.

>"Harhar" said Agnes sarcastically, not even changing tone.

"Come on, I'm fine now, right? All patched up and ready to go."

>"Anon, just shut up, and let's go home."

"And what about Ski-"

>Before I could finish my sentence, I saw Skittles walking through the corridors, rushing to me, with a thick folder held tightly in her hand.

>"ANOOOON!" she yelled. She ran to me and gave me another hug, saying while nuzzling herself onto me "I'MSORRYI'MSORRYPLEASEDON'TBEMADATME"

>Well, at least it didn't hurt as much, and she was so fluffy, that I almost fell asleep…

>I felt my gaze slowly drop, as I dropped my head on her shoulders, watching as colors blended and mixed to black.

>Agnes just watched me, as skittles was begging for forgiveness and I just dropped. She just looked down again, then away, putting a hand over her mouth

>I was about to let go too, no energy at all whatsoever but something was wrong.

>"ANON!" came another scream. It sounded distant though, and what made it worse was that it was familiar.

>But what really made the kicker that it sounded like it was from a man. You don't hear much about those guys anymore.

>I pried my eyes open, pulling myself up and getting away from the fluffy comfort.

>Skittles looked at me, eyebrows raised and confused

>"Anon, is everything ok? I'll make it up to you, I promise." said Skittles

>Agnes turned and looked at me too, her hand carrying the folder that was once by Skittles. She hesitantly put her hand on our general direction, but, she stopped midway.

"Did… did you hear that?"

>"Hear what?"

"Someone called me, just now."

>Skittles and Agnes looked around with their heads, seeing only empty cells and some dozing guards. No man though, and definitely no voices.

>"Anon, are you SURE you heard that?" continued Skittles, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"I-I mean, Yeah. Didn't you?"

>"Anon. There's no one here."

"No, I swear I-"

>"Let's go home, Anon." continued Skittles, Holding my hand as she gently pulled me out the cell. "You need some rest, it's all my fault I got you in this mess in the first place."

"Y-yeah." I complied. Head was painful, so I couldn't argue in the first place.

>>245087

>As I was being led, I saw Agnes following behind, her hands on her lap and her eyes on the floor. She didn't say much. Just kept her distance.

>As we walked, we past by the guard's posts, and the front desk. Therewas a cyclops running it and taking a sip of her coffee. She looked like the one who took me down though, I wonder if they're related.

>"Excuse me, miss." She said, as we were few centimeters away from the main door.

>"Hmmm?" said skittles, turning to the woman glaring at her with one eye.

>"Don't forget to read and sign what we've given you." she said in a sternous tone.

>"Yes ma'am" confirmed skittles as we all left the police quarters and walked to the parking lot. The place was empty though, not many cars in the area. It was midday too, Usually you'd see more people here in search of warrants, complaints, files, or even pressing charges, but no. In this huge parking lot, I only saw a few cars, maybe five or six?

>And yet with all these open parking lots, I wish Agnes didn't park all the way at the back. I didn't mind some excercise, but a burning chest gives me a slight hinderance.

>"So, Anon, let's go home" said Skittles in a rush. "I cancelled all my plans for the day, and i'll take care of you."

"Plans?" I murmured

>"It's nothing, really, the girls expected me to hang out with stephen today."

"Who?"

>"Just some Orc. I don't like him, but he keeps insisting that we look like a couple to get some of the other orcs away from me."

"So, he's your boyfriend?"

>"Eww, no. He keeps trying to court me since I went to college."

"I… see…"

>"I keep telling him that I don't like him and I don't want him, but he keeps insisting that if we don't at least pretend, then the others will keep nagging at me to get them. Mom hates him though, not that I'd disagree, but at least he doesn't touch me."

"Ok…?"

>"Besides, everyone says we make a cute couple. You know, jock x cheerleader sorta ship."

"Sounds like a nightmare."

>"Oh, believe me, it is. But I made it clear that it has to ONLY be pretend."

"Aren't you using him?"

>"It's a long story, you sure you want to hear it?" Continued skittles as Agnes opened the car door for us.

"As long as it kills time and makes the hurt less."

>"Agnes, how long do you think it'll take to head back home?"

>"If we beat the rush hour, 15, miss. But since that's not likely, I'd say an hour or so." said Agnes coldly.

>"Well" said Skittles, looking back at me with a smile. "Looks like we have time to kill."

VERY Belated christmas/weinachten. Expect daily updates with this story till Jan 1/2 as a gift

Also, depending on how the story goes, I might seperate it and make its own thread as it focuses on Slavnon and less on the wans.

>>244960

I can help say which is which, just by thread looking, but I don't know how to pastebin.

>>237298

>>237358

>Slavnon dies and his kids struggle to help comfort guilt-ridden mom.

I like this idea but I still don't know how to change POV when mc is at first person, then dies

>>238317

Erika

>>238358

Neat

>>245303

>Hey this looks goo… nevermind.

What the fuck.

>>245303

Wow, this turned to shit.

>>245303

What could have been simple turned to absolute waste.

Who enjoys excrement of this caliber?

>>245089

>After being carefully sat in the car, thanks to the help of skittles and Agnes, Skittles rushed to her side of the car, fidgetting a bit with her fingers.

>"Now then" she said, putting her finger on her chin as the car started "Where do I begin?"

"Seeing as I'm not a fan of pigs in general, why not start with how you met?" I chuckled.

>"Oh, Anon" she laughed, punching my shoulder lightly. "Don't say that. He's not THAT bad, but I still wouldn't touch him nonetheless."

>I

>Fucking

>Hate

>Pigs.

"So, how'd you meet?"

>"Oh, stupid situation, really. By the time I was in highschool, I was the Wan every guy, Man and monster, wanted to fawn over. So it got annoying over time, and I kept telling them that I was never interested."

"Aaaaand?"

>"They didn't stop. And I kept telling them I wasn't interested. Then it got stupider."

"Really now?" I chuckled, as I saw Agnes stopping over at the traffic, leading out a very loud groan.

>"Oh yeah, then some of my friends even reccomended me some guys they knew, saying they were perfect 'Suitors' for me. But, knowing me, I obviously declined."

"But why though? You could've picked the most handsome, perfect, chisled guy they could offer, yet you refused. Yet, you deny every single one of them."

>"Oh, no just listen. I always told them that I was not interested because they were always, er."

"Always…?"

>"Too Perfect, so to speak. They acted like there was no flaw on them and they constantly wanted toe take me. Needless to say, I was annoyed."

"So why'd you stop?"

>"Oh, Anon." she chuckled "I just said that it was annoying. And sometimes It's just hard to tell, you know? From who's faking and whos real."

"And you decided to go with a LITERAL pig because it was better than being with suitors."

>"Come on, Anon. He might be an orc, but at least we went to mutual agreement. He keeps the boys away from me, and I help him with his schoolwork."

"I still don't know how you two met, though."

>"Oh, right, Well, as the guys kept insisting that I met them at their house, go to a mall, 'Meet me behind the school', I kept telling them that I didn't want any. They continued, so I ignored them. They constantly force themselves onto me, and I got annoyed. And then, Nubia heard about the 'Cheerleader To be of Desire' that will NEVER get a date."

"…Nubia?"

>"The Anubis, Anon. Remember her?" she continued, dropping her smile, and looking back at the chair. "It… didn't get better from there."

"How so."

>"She and her goonies began mocking me on being some 'Heartbreaker' of some sorts and that I'm 'Too scared'. So, She tried making me a laughing stock."

"Eesh. What'd you ever do to her."

>"I… I don't know, ok? But being the butt-end of a joke didn't stop the people from coming in, however."

"Why?"

>"They still kept asking me, pushing me, putting me in 'Coincidental Hijinks', and not leaving me alone."

"But still, why not just go for someone, better? One that isn't a fucking pig."

>"Anon, stop that. I'm being serious now"

"Fine."

>"It's just that… They- uh, It's just hard, ok? Hard to tell who really likes me for what I've got, and not for what I've been. It's always going to lead to 'I want you to buy,' Uh, You know?"

>I took a closer look at skittles, her head was on her knees, hugging it and looking out the window. Agnes was only driving, getting past traffic and taking detours back home.

"I… I understand."

>"It's, just, complicated. Ok? I'll not get into further detail."

"Anyway," I say in quick succession. "How'd you meet him?"

>"Eh, nothing special really, He came to me, big fella, about 6, 7, 8? Feet. Saying he could see my problem and wants to solve it for the both of us."

"Really? And how was this problem taken care of?"

>"Told him, that I don't want him to touch me, but I also don't want to be left alone. So, he came with a comprimise."

>Skittles shifted herself to face the chair, looking at Agnes' direction, putting both hands in air-qoutations.

>"'Let's pretend, at the very least,'" she said in a mocking tone "'School jock, Bulky and Buff, going out with one of the cutest cheerleaders the school has to offer. It'll be a good way to keep your mom shut when she nags at'cha for not having a boyfreind, and I'll keep the others away from ya'. In return, I get a little boost in popularity, and bragging rights that I scored one of the best of the school, so long as we keep it between us. How's that sound?'"

"…"

>"At least he's up front and forward about it, and I get to concentrate on my own prob- er, things. And at least he knows too that it's a show and doesn't want me for any stupid personal favors." she continued, back to her regular voice. It seemed sadder though, hiding a few tears as she wiped her eyes, staring back at the window and hugging her knees.

"Master?"

>"Hmm?"

"He DEFINITELY sounds like a fucking pig."

>"Don't remind me…"

>>245308

>Body-swap

Is it too much to ask for plain Vanilla?

>>245103

And a belated Christmas to you too, Wanon

>>245354

>>>/chaos/

>>245356

>As we were close to the house, the road was quiet, clearly, The trip was quiet and the only thing clouding our thoughts were the sounds of the rather mamono-inspired, leon-shidhe'd music on the radio, and the sound of the car engine running.

>I wanted to say something, but I saw as Agnes was too focused on driving (at least I believed), that she avoided making eyecontact with me, even by the driver's rear-view mirror.

>I felt like I said my piece, and kept the ride quiet as it was. It was awkward without a doubt. But I didn't feel like it was a good idea to poke more holes in a sinking ship than there should be.

>The only way I could find was a good way to pass the time was look out the window as I saw the once-familiar society felt nothing but alien-like.

>"Mamonald's, Seven-Elven, Walter's Wife's Mart." It felt like some of these were renamed and had the Original ideas scratched off and rebranded. What Even felt more uneasy was how I saw some of the beings outside and what they… had…

>Couple of Hellhounds in biker jackets and hotpants are found hanging with their little "scooters" on one corner on the nearby gas station as we stopped by due to more traffic. Their eyes were burning and laughed as they kept with them a few bottles of beer.

>Huh, Gas Station. At least that seems to be one of the few things that I can easily recall having before. And it just fueled gas, and maybe diesel, without a doubt. Not like there's an engine that is fueled by garbage or "Love".

>I looked around a bit more and saw 4 red onis, probably 2 and a half meters tall by the looks of it, laughing a bit as they were walking together in simple clothing, shirt and a skirt, together, on the way of the hellhounds vicinity.

>2 of the big red wonders had their own males with them. One was princess carried, and another by one of the oni's shoulder. They were smiling and laughing too, together with the Onis as well.

>They were wearing something else too. I saw their braces, yes, and a small green light. But they had something that seemed "Comfortable" to them.

>They had with them something that would be best described as "Civilian Wear" before I even got my brace. One had a Hoodie and a pair of jeans, and the other a shirt, paired with some simple shorts.

>"Traffic's not taking us anywhere." said Agnes emotionlessly, breaking the white-noise and silence.

"Hmm?" I said, turning at her.

>"Despite our shortcuts, we'll be here for a while."

"So it seems." I replied, looking back at the window.

>Without a doubt the Onis were on route to the Hellhounds who looked like they were sniffing the air. When they saw where it was coming from, they began going as a pack, closer to the Onis and their "Pets".

>From what I saw from the car, the Onis weren't backing down. As the pack started what seemed like bickering and snarling at them, the 4 kept them off, looked more like yelling, while the men they carried went behind them.

>As I felt the car moving again, I couldn't get a full view on how it went as we passed them. Just them yelling at each other from what I could guess.

>The traffic was pretty much gone now, and the trip was smooth all the way through. There were some other monsters as well as mermen and some fat pig-orcs rolling in their aquatic wheelchairs and wearing some sport-jackets respectively.

>'Greenskin-Grabbers' said their logos, with a Green and Yellow pattern on the jersy.

>>246093

>I even saw men in leashes and collars, and some with just a brace on their arm, walk "Side-by-side" with what I would guess were their masters. Many seemed very happy though. Made no sense to me in all honesty. Some were even seen Holding Hands in public, even with their brace on.

>To think that few months ago, I was on my last legs fighting to prevent having some green on my arm. I know, or rather from what I'm seeing, knew people who'd love to be walking holding an Arachnee by her hand, but never with a "Leash" so to speak, both literally and metaphorically.

>And to think, that a few years ago, I didn't think that having a Leash or Collar would become law in this world, nor would I have seen it coming.

>And now I see men, human men, smiling as they walked together to wherever they went.

>I can't even tell if it's real anymore. If the job-description said that we HAD to force a smile no matter what, that'd make it even worse, but if I had to guess, it probably beats going back to whatever reserve, store, or trader you came from. Or worse…

>But what irked me the most was that some of their smiles seemed… genuine. If it were one or 2 people putting up a good smile, then I'd have my doubts. But seeing over how many, A dozen? 2 Dozen or so? It was rather unlikely that that many can make a natural smile like that without forcing it out.

>Was I doing the right thing though? In a few months some things seem less, tyrannicall-y as I expected it to be. Either that or I'm purposely ignoring whatever 'Bright Sides' there may be. Or I'm stuck in some Virtual reality that doesn't want me to escape and I'm being drained as I think.

>Nevertheless, I didn't get it.

>Why was it they were ALL smiling and looking oh-so perfect, relaxed and filled with contempt?

>And yet, here I am, sitting in the back of a car that isn't mine.

>Being drove to a place called home that isn't mine.

>Wearing clothes and a brace THAT ISN'T MINE.

>And owned by a choosing of someone THAT. ISN'T. MINE.

>The only thing I had left that is me, or at least, a bit of me, was the skin on my body, and I guess this small flesh-wound.

>I couldn't Help but look down, seeing my still reddened and scabby opening, painful and itchy as I began picking on it.

>"You need more of the sludge, you know." said Skittles, grabbing my attention away from my wound.

"What was that?"

>"You need more of our little medicinal sludge in our house, it hurts a bit at the start, but it gets the job done. I'm sure Agnes gave you all we had when you were at the cell." As I looked back at her, she was still hugging her legs, with her tail between them and her stomach, and still gazing out the window.

"Well, uh, yeah."

>>246094

>"I'm sure we still have some in the closet. When we arrive, you stay in my room and you rest there, while we go get the jar, got that?"

"Your room?" I asked, as we were a minute away from the house.

>"Yeah, My room. Youre bed is there, remember? We, er, the minis brought your bed there. Your stuff's there and everything.

"But I thought my,-"

>"No, Anon, it's all in my room. Just leave it as is. Besides, it's my fault you're hurt, so it's best if you go to your bed and get some rest. Agnes and I will go find what you need. Alright?"

"You two?" I ask in suspicion, as I looked at the Kobold, and quickly back at the rear view mirror, as I managed to get, for a few seconds, a glimps of the shoggoth who was looking at me with it, then immediately away the moment I made eye contact.

>"Yes," continued Skittles, wipping what I would assume would be her nose, while she continued gazing out the window. "us two. Isn't that right, Agnes?"

>I could only look back again at the shoggoth, who only tipped her driver's cap and looked on the road, she was silent, not even a sound from her as she moved. Not a slither.

>"Agnes?" asked Skittles, raising her head from her arms, and looked at agnes as well. Her eyes were a bit reddened, and her nose seemed a bit wet. Her ears were droopy the whole time, stuck in a flat angle as she stayed in the car.

>"I…" murmured the Shoggoth hesitantly, as she began to park the car in front of the house.

>"You…?"

>"I would be more than happy to help you with the aid of Anon, miss…"

>"Thanks, Agnes." said Chloe, popping in a soft smile again, before turning back at me. "Don't worry Anon, just sit back at bed, and we'll help you out, ok?"

"Ok." I said, as the car came in a complete stop.

>As I opened the door and was steadily brought out with the help and sudden rush of Skittles., I looked up to see an older kobold, wearing a suit, and jacket combo, wearing an earpiece and had anger written all over her face.

>Without a doubt, Nicole would like to know the events of a few minutes ago.

>"Oh dear" said Skittles in worry

HAPPY NEW YEAR FELLOW WANONS AND HOPE THAT GOOD WAIFUS AND COMFORT WILL COME TO YOU NEXT YEAR

>>246095

>Tense point in the story

>"HAPPY NEW YEAR"

Sure isn't for them. Good to start the year with a bigger update, though. Happy new current year, wanon.

>>246190

>>"HAPPY NEW YEAR"

>Sure isn't for them. Good to start the year with a bigger update, though.

The Kobolds don't like fireworks though. So it's never a happy new year for them.

This will be the last one for today, See you next week or so.

>>246095

>Although Skittles carried me by the shoulder, her focus was on her mother, standing with her arms crossed and anger in her eyes. Agnes, as emotionless as she is, just kept staring at Nicole, removing her driver's cap, and placing it on her lap as she stood.

>"Good afternoon, ma'am." said Agnes as she bowed to her.

>"Chloe," spoke the Kobold "dear, I want to talk to you."

>"Mother," replied Skittles, tightening her grip on my arm "Could we talk lat-"

>"Now." Glared Nicole.

>I saw, as Chloe's ears were down, shaking a bit and her tail between her legs, as she took a big gulp, then responded with, "Y-Yes mother."

>"Agnes." continued Nicole. "Be so kind as to take Anon to his room"

>"Yes ma'am," she responded quick, "Miss, please be so kind as to hand Anon over to me."

>"N-No" she murmured. "I don't want to."

>"Now, Chloe."

>"Miss," continued Agnes, "I'll bring him to your room, I'll treat his wounds."

>"B-but, I… I gotta take care of him." she continued, taking the steps up, nearing the mother. "It's my fault he's like this, ri-"

>"Chloe," said the mother one more time. "If you DON'T let him go this instant, I promise you that I'll be more than happy to bring him to someone more capable instead."

>And with that, she stopped at her tracks, only feet away from her mother and the main door.

>"Y-yes, Mother." she whimpered, putting her head down and avoiding eyecontact.

>"Agnes?" said Nicole, turning her head to the shoggoth on my opposite side.

>"Yes Ma'am?" she said

>"Be so kind as to bring Anon to his Room. And treat those red marks on his chest."

>"Yes Ma'am." she said once more, pulling me up from Nicole's shoulders, as she brought me through the door.

>I only took one more glimpse of the kobolds before I went in, and I saw Nicole put in a swood finger, and began talking to her about "Taking Responsibility for others." At least, that's all I could recall.

>As the doors went by, Agnes was careful with her steps, going on, even as we saw the little ones pass by.

>Some of them saw us, and some of them stopped to stare, be it with a small gasp, or a little "Aww"

>I didn't really care either way. I could already feel my wounds slowly start to open up and bleed slightly again, but it didn't feel that much of a worry.

>But when the little one saw me however, she rushed to us with her schoolbag, having a teddy sticking out of it.

>"Erika, not right now," continued Agnes as we were nearing Skittle's room. "Anon and I will play with you later."

>No response from her as she rushed. All she did was run quickly and hugged Agnes and my leg at the same time, stopping our movement. Shortly after, she tried pulling my free arm to go to the room faster.

>"Go" she said, tugging me painfully.

>"Erika, Stop that" interrupted Agnes, pulling the little one's hand away from me "Anon's hurt and We need to give him some rest."

>"Help…" said Erika again, looking at Agnes in the eyes. "Please."

>>246354

>"Erika, if you want to help, then please be a dear and go and get the first-aid kit in my room. Anon needs it."

>"…okay." she murmured, before slithering off to where she was told.

>"Anon, how did this happen?" asked agnes, turning the keys to the door of Skittles and bringing ourselves in.

"So, you know how I thought I could go out on my own like before? Even so long as I'm owned, I just do it when I follow someone's orders?"

>"Yeah?"

"Turns out, I gota be within vicinity, of the one who gave out, that said order. Then some women in Blue popped in, thought I was fishy, zapped me out like a bug."

>"Anon, that's rough, honestly." continued Agnes, as she layed me gently on the bed. I could already feel my scabs opening up again, as small amounts of blood already began staining my shirts and fingers. "Be happy that I always carry a small amount of tar with me for emergencies."

"Tar?"

>"Shoggothian Tar, you know, this slime? Be happy that I was able to fix you up what I could. Had I forgotten it, your wound would've been infected and harder to patch, and then we'd have to bring you to a trustworthy doc' for that."

"Come on." I joke, touching my scabs, as Agnes sat beside me, taking my hand away from my wounds. "I thought that thing was supposed to be some Cure-all ointment or something."

>"It's good with open wounds, but in regards of bacteria and diseases on entry, it's just tar."

>"Bag!" said the little one, who I saw, pop in behind Agnes.

>"Thanks, Erika." she replied, getting the kit by her hands and opening it on her lap.

"Er, Agnes, shouldn't, er, Chloe, be with us? She said she wanted to do this part."

>"Well," she replied, wiping some things off her eyes. "The miss is having an important conversation with her mother, and unfortunately for us both, it would be unwise to leave your wound like this."

>>246355

Why is it after falling sick for a few weeks the thread is halfway to pruning?

>>246355

>"Anon," said Agnes, tending my wounds more. "why did you end up there?"

"I was… tending to some errands?"

>"N-not that," said agnes in a stuttering tone. "I meant, why did you end up in 'playhouse'? You seem like a very, uh."

>She was still in her movements, hesitant as she stopped while holding the rag on her hand.

>It felt odd. She was quivering a bit, as I saw parts of her slowly turn to a rose-tinted red, changing the way she spoke earlier.

"So… what do I seem like?"

>"Well…"

"Is… is it a bad thing?"

>"N-not really, no. I meant, uh…"

>I could only look at her with an eyebrow raised, and my chest still slightly blistered, but better than before.

"Agnes, if it's not too much to ask, can I try to do this on my own?"

>"I-Wait-No-Sorry" she jolted, with an expression still as dead as ever, putting a hand on her face and looking around in her excitement.

"Just let me do this." I said, offering my hand out to the dripping cloth on her hand.

>She looked at me with widened eyes, as my hand touched hers, and her slime going to a very cherry-pink. Gently, I placed my hand underneath the cloth, as I slowly pulled it away inbetween her fingertips. But at the last bits, she tightened her grip, causing me to tug the cloth.

"Agnes," I said, tugging the cloth lightly, with the little energy I had. "I'm sure I can do this, just rub the red parts, right?"

>"N-no." she muttered, putting her other hand on mine, "j-just, let me do it. Please."

Her eyes look like they were… begging? Between a cold and unemotional expression, her eyes said… something else.

"Agnes, it's taking you a while just to rub on some wounds," I added "I'm sure I can do the rest on my own. You can supervise if you want."

>"B-but, you'll strain yourself, you'll hurt yourself some more."

"It's just cloth and some hydrogen-peroxide-ish fluid. I've done worse, I'm sure I can handle it if I'm careful."

>"Hydrogen-wha-?" Said Erika, appearing beside the bed, hands on the sheets and her head sticking out and looking at Agnes.

>"Hush, dear." said Agnes in response.

"It's, just some things I learned."

>"Where did you learn things like that?" continued Erika.

"Maybe another time."

>"Why not now."

>"Erika, dear, go on, play with your sisters, Anon needs some rest."

>"Ok…" she responded, slowly going back out, Stopping to turn around to us one more time.

"We can play later." I smiled, giving a thumbs up "Promise."

>She smiled back, giving 2 thumbs up and skipped out.

"She's quite a handful, isn't she?" I continued, looking back at Agnes.

>"Yes, indeed. It makes me wonder whether I should have kids of my own."

"Why don't you?"

>"I-" she stopped, trembling and looking like a bumbling idiot "I-need t-to… c-clean more…?"

"Alright…?"

>"A-and besides, I have already enough to raise. It's already a hassle but I'm happy to have helped them, er, have a better life."

"And what happens when they get old enough to take care of themselves?"

>"Anon, I honestly don't know, ok." she continued, looking away from me. I'm sure it'd be wonderful to find my dream man, but, I have too much to do.

"Agnes, some people can do things on their own," I continue, with the wab on my hand "I'm sure I can handle rubbing some black goo over ther red stuff, it's not rocket science."

>"N-no, you're hurt, you might-"

"Agnes," I said, dropping my eyebrows, staring back at Agnes, as her pupils dilate. "Just let go of the swab, I can do it myself."

>"N-no, I wa-"

>And before she could finish that, I saw the little one's head pop up behind Agnes while she babbled, and with a small smile, I felt a push from behind agnes, slamming her body down to me, my hand holding hers and the cloth.

>Her head rested on my chest, as she squirmed and had heavy breathing, giving out a sign of panic in her eyes. Slowly, she looked up, her hands on my chest and her yellow eyes gazing upon mine. I didn't know what to do, my body felt like it moved on its own, but my hand went under her chin, slowly faced it properly to me.

>It felt like eternity but something was pulling me to it.

>At least it would be eternity.

>If it wasn't for a dripping black cloth making a puddle at my open blisters and wound.

>>252285

RIP Wanthread, inactive since New Year

>>252286

>implying we weren't waiting for you, wanon

>>252285

>>She looked at me with widened eyes, as my hand touched hers

th..thats lewd!

whats next slav-anon looks into her eyes and hugs her?

goddamn russion soldiers and there no hold back digenerecy.

sweet little scene between the two of them, go to read something from you again writefag

>>252335

>th..thats lewd!

THAT'S NOT LEWD, IT'S WRONG

But it feels oh so right.

by the way, do eather of the writefags have pastebins of there storys?

would suck to just lose them, and i want to know if they have written something else.

>>252383

I'll try to find it, I'll see how I can work with pastebin based on previous threads.

>>252383

http://pastebin.com/RXd3Ha60

here's the wan twin one

>>252383

Pastebin number wan

http://pastebin.com/MLQ646xb

Pastebin number 2

http://pastebin.com/jukwjJfn

Pastebin number 3

http://pastebin.com/TY8x5EQD

>>252383

Pastebin Number 4

http://pastebin.com/Pmzy3WW1

The rest is here, whatever is written in first person and involves a shoggoth and russia

>>252553

No seriously guys, can a drawfag draw a mg Tibetan mastiff pls

>>252553

>>253125

Big fluffy Slav Wan that Bullies Beargirls and keeps hellwans and wolfgirls at bay from their husbands.

>>252285

>As I let out a lout bloodcurdling scream, I felt my mind go off. I only felt the strong pain of the salve and Agnes' hand pressing more on my wound.

>As the scream faded, I was able to hear "SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY-" from the little one running around in panic with her hands on her head.

>I looked at agnes, sitting upright on me, eyes widened, and her hand still on my open wound, yet the pain was still numbing.

>She looked speechless, her free hand on her mouth, and both legs on my side.

>I felt tears in my eyes from the agony, but Agnes' actions brought me to confusion.

>She was jittery, and stiff, even more than before, but looked like she was holding herself back on something.

>She slowly put her hand from her face, to my cheek, and began to move upwards.

>"Awawawawawawa-" cried Erika in circles and panic

>Agnes was scared, and so was I, I could feel it, yet it felt like she wanted to push through, even through her emotionless shell.

>She was going to continue, but someone slammed the door open in a big rush.

>"ANONICAMEASSOONAS-" arrived Skittles in high energy.

>She only needed 1 good look at me and agnes before I could hear a very loud "WHAT THE HELL?"

>>253580

>>253549

>>252553

>>253125

If there are any drawfags open to making a Big slav wan putting Hellhounds to shame, DO IT

>Giant fluffy slavwan that squats and plays counterstrike while wearing adidas.

>Pack of Slav wans that eat kompot and drink vodka all day actually can scare a pack of hellhounds and are good at bullying beargirls.

>Can outdrink an Oni because Slav

>Despite their size and demeanor they aren't delinquents, but law abiding citizens that don't rape, but are very protective with their husbands.

>Many are good friends with kikis.

>>254348

Hahaha oh fuck, wan arriving just in time to cockblock best girl, poor shoggy.

>>254348

oh shit this'll be fun to explain

>>254350

Imagine if they were 10-12 feet tall. Giant waifu wan wans.

>>254365

yea they were so close to stare longingly into each others eyes while holding hands

what was the pain though?

the salv hurts but slav-anon never had a reaction of pure tortured agony like that before.

did erica fuck up and bring the wrong stuff?

>>254749

Have you ever had hydrogen peroxide openly dumped to a big wound?

>>254766

no im european, we use iodine, it stings but even on a deep cut i never had to cream from it

>>254946

>we use iodine, it stings but even on a deep cut i never had to cream from it

Imagine having an open unhealed blister the size of 2/3 golfballs having iodine/Hydrogen Peroxide dumped on them.

>>254348

>Page 9

I am disappointed in you Anons,I thought Wan Wans were best girl.

>>257906

both writefags seemed to have moved on to other things so well shit happens.

>>257986

Pet-fag said he was giving to finish the story, he's not burnt out

>>258143

yea but he slso said that the mc breaching the dimensional barrier was one third of the story…

i hope they continue but i have seen to many good storys be abandond to have my hopes up

>>258177

I'm just going through some shit right now, semester started and I had stuff to do for the past month. I will continue theregular story later on the Fri-Sat Sched.

>>258187

Hey, I remember this a few threads back.

>>258187

Never mind, A friend of mine was able to locate this. It's Aku No Onna Kanbu.

Anyone has the pic of the wan-wan with abs saying "hey hotstuff!" or something like that?

>>254348

>"M-master," stuttered agnes, putting her hands up, showing… fear? in her eyes? but still kept her stilled monotoned voice. "Please, let me explain!"

>"EXPLAIN WHAT? THAT YOU'RE HURTING HIM?" Skittles screamed back, cracking her knuckle as Agnes just babbled to a mess.

>"S-Salve, Wound- had to do it quick- infect before heal-" babbled Agnes, as skittles walked in closer.

>I saw fire in her eyes, not like a hellhound where there's literally fire, but more of 'What's it like when you let pure rage come to your face.'

>"WHAT THE HELL AGNES? I TRUSTED YOU!"

>"B-but ma'am, I- L-let me explain"

"Er, Master-"

>"I'm All Ears!" she continued, glaring at the shoggoth.

>Agnes just stood, taking a deep breath, and looked at Skittles in the eyes.

>"Well?" continued Skittles "Go on, speak up?"

>Her only response was an open mouth, and a hand on it, looking at me one more time as I laid in bed, fiddling with my mostly-patched blister. Erika was hiding behind the door and looked at all of us as the little argument settled.

>In the end, Agnes was quiet. Not a word. And ran to the door with her hands on her mouth and her bag by her arm.

>"Honestly" Skittles said, rubbing her nosebridge "The nerve of her. If you have to take care of someone, do that first. Don't roll in the mud until its's done."

"Er, Master?"

>"What?" She turned to me, her eyes red as I got a closer look at it. Her nose loked wet too, but freshly wiped.

"It was an accident, what happened."

>"Are you trying to excuse her?"

"N-no, wait, I mean Yes. Well, the little one…"

>"Little one?"

"Erika, she was just playing around, and pushed Agnes ontop of me while she was trying to patch me up."

>Skittles sighed as she went on the bed. "Oh, Anon. Don't bring kids in when you have to do something this important. They don't know any better."

"I mean, she wanted to help."

>"I still wouldn't risk it" she said, holding the salve jar. "besides, didn't I tell you guys that I wanted to do this myself?"

"Well, Yeah, I know, but Agnes insisted that we do id immediately. Something about it not getting an infection."

>"I mean," said Skittles as she put me down and began to rub the salve. "It's not my fault that my mom wanted to talk with me. And besides, I'm sure that some disinfectant can quickly stop a wound left open too long."

"Speaking of, what DID you talk to your mother about? Did it have something to do with me?"

>"Anon, I don't want to talk about it." she said, her eyes still red.

"Why not?" I said, feeling the pain of the tar surging through "If you tell me, maybe I can help you. And maybe you don't have to swallow it till you burst it out."

>"Anon, maybe another time. For now, just stop."

>As minutes went by and the wounds began healing properly, everything was quiet. Just Skittles avoiding eye contact while rubbing on me as I laid my head on her lap. Despite the mountainous view, it felt off.

>"Hey Anon?"

"Hm?"

>"You know, you take this quite easily. Normally, I'd be saying 'Ow' whenever I feel the sting."

"Eh, I had worse. I felt even bigger pain when I was growing up."

>"Oh?" she said, using her free hand to… pat my head… "I-if that's ok with you… What was it like growing up?"

>>25851

I feel bad for Agnes, trying to stay faithful to her masters while wanting to "help" slavanon at the same time must be a pain in the ass for a shoggot. I wonder if she will try to stay away from him from now on.

>>258516

"Really wanna know?"

>"Y-yeah, sure. Was it bad? Like, 'Can't talk about it' bad?"

>I only sighed as I tried to not look directly at Skittle's chest no matter how tempting, so I closed my eyes a bit as I continued getting patted.

"Not really, in all honesty, when I look back at it, it could be worse."

>"Well, I mean… yeah." said Skittles, turning her head away.

"For starters, what do you want to know?"

>"Just, you know. Everything. I told you some of my life story in the car, maybe you can tell yours?"

"Welp, My full name, because I'm assuming you didn't read my full paper yet-"

>"Guilty…"

"Knew it." I chuckled. "Anyway, full name is Anon Throgmorton Saytakhmetov-"

>"W-what"

"Ok, follow me now. Say-"

>"Say-"

"Tak-"

>"Tak-"

"Metov."

>"Metov."

"Saytakhmetov"

>"Saytekimitv"

>I gave out a small giggle as she tried. causing her to yell "Stop it, I'm trying!" as her cheeks turned red and she hit me with a pillow.

"Right, moving on." I continued "I was born in Siberia, small little town called 'Belyy les'. Very much country-side. We were'nt even on the map last I checked. There were more trees than houses there, and pretty much everyone was human."

>"So… there were no monster girls back then?"

"Don't get me wrong. There were, but they were just visitors. Place probably wasn't noteworthy enough for immigration."

>"Why wouldn't it be?"

"I love the town, and it still holds a place to my heart and all, but there's just nothing for people that aren't born there to recognize from it."

>"I guess… Anyway, continue?"

"I grew up with my mother, Svetlana Saytakhmetov, my older brother, Artyom Saytakhmetov, and my stepfather, Ivan Sarneychev."

>"Brother? Stepfather? Why- how'd that go?"

"I never knew my real father, he died when I wasaround 1 or 2."

>"Really?" said Skittles, squirming, looking away from my face. "I'm sorry I asked."

"It's fine, from what I understood about him, he died at war. Like a soldier. Nothing much you'd expect…"

>"Then… I guess you're following his footsteps?"

"How so?"

>"You know, being an Ex-soldier and all. I mean, you only delivered stuff, but still wore Camo nonetheless."

"Not really, it's more of a forced family tradition that every male in my family inevitably goes through."

>"What do you mean?"

"For starters, my brother also joined the army, albeit earlier than… this."

>"This?"

>I gave an annoyed look at her, showing my brace giving out a green "OWNED" on it.

>"R-right, sorry."

"Yeah, real shocker there."

>"So what was your brother like?"

"Well, Aside of being 6 years older than me, he was quite the outdoorsman."

>"Really?"

"Yeah, he was always sent to hunt with either my stepdad, or alone when he was old enough. He'd go with dogs or just take the gun with him."

>"What'd he hunt?"

"Anything. Rabbits, deer, wolves if any. But sometimes Boar. I hate those things."

>"So… did you… kill?"

"If you're asking whether I went with him, yes. Did I hold a gun for the first time? Yes. Was there a time I shot an animal? Honestly. I try not to think about it. It was about resource. We needed food and leather. If not, we starve."

>"Oh, so…"

"Survival of the fittest, Master, Nothing more."

>"So… where's your brother now?"

"Last I saw him was…"

>And I stopped, mid-sentence, looking back at it… I felt my heart sunk and my tounge tied. I didn't want to let it cripple me again.

"Months ago…"

>"Oh," stopped Skittles from combing my hair. "Anon, I-Im sorry, I didn't know…"

"It's… It's ok. I should just-"

>"Try not to think about it, Anon." she continued, caressing my face… "Just don't put more on yourself than what I already did."

>>243288

>enter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-dRnne_6ww

>Sara asserted herself in front of you, crawling onto your lap and giving you puppy eyes

>You looked towards Tara, a little dejected that she has to wait for her sister to finish before she can be affectionately brushed

>Her sister stuck out her tongue at Tara as she pawed at the brush in your hands, waiting impaitently for you to begin

>Before you began, you beckoned for Tara to come over to you; she did so less than gracefully, but sat obediently next you

'Tara, while I brush Sara, do you think you could rub my back? I'm a little sore' You say with a groan as you hunching forward

>'O-Of course Daddy! Just tell me where it hurts…' she said as she scurried behind you, rubbing at your back almost absentmindedly; she seemed unsure of herself

>You decided to encourage her and help her along

'Thank you Tara…that's good for now, I'll let you know if there's a place that really needs attention'

>Sara looked up at you disapprovingly, seeing through your ruse to let both sisters occupy your attention

>You grinned at her smugly, then had her sit on your lap rather than sprawled over like she was before, running your fingers through her hair before brushing through her shoulder-length brown hair

>Her hair was soft and well-kept, even with the morning bedhead and frigid conditions outside and in

>You first brushed the twists and curls of her hair, making sure to be gentle around her ears, as a slight misbrush might tug at them painfully

>Even so, she still shrank her ears back and began to heat up a bit as you brushed her hair, stroking down with the pink princess brush then wiping down with your hand

>As a finishing touch, you corralled her hair to run down her shoulders like her mother's, and finally giving her a headpat as you finshed, making her chase away your hand playfully as she tried to tidy up her hair again

>'D-Daddy!' she bemoaned as she tried to escape your grasp, rolling out of your embrace as she sat down and pouted, brushing at her hair with a red and indignant face

>You and Tara couldn't help but laugh at the poor wolfgirl's reaction, making her even more embarassed as she fidgeted and tried but failed to keep up her act

>Time to initiate bullymode

'Haha, I'm sorry Sara, you're just so fluffy that I couldn't help myself' You jest, leaning back and enjoying the attention that Tara was giving to your honestly sore back

>Sara merely huffed and looked away before going to play with some of the stuffed animals, though in the corner of your eye you could see her looking over to you with a smile on her face as you beckoned Tara to your lap

>You smiled in turn, the three of you all smiling and happy in the fluffy wolfgirl room

>Tara initially sat with her face turned away from you, but you were quick to change that course

>You had a problem of sometimes identifying the twin sisters because they were nearly identical save for the few details on their paws and in their eyes; you decided to add yet another to aid you in the struggle

>You turned Tara to face you, though she was a little too shy to look you directly in the eye, and worked out the similar knots and ties in her hair

>But instead of opting to straighten her hair and let it flow down her shoulders like her mother, you parted the left side of it over her eye, giving her a more detached, demure appearance that matched her personality

>As you did so, she looked up at you curiously

>'Why are you making my hair cover my eye Daddy? How will I see you and Momma?'

'You'll always see us, we're a family now, aren't we? Besides, you look a lot cuter now with your hair like this' You said as you brushed her hair out of her face with your hand, only to let it fall back down over her eye, making her blush

>'I-I guess so Daddy…you know what's best for me, don't you Daddy?'

>You merely patted her head in approval

>>259292

>enter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9J6p4CiZig

>Downstairs, Sena's voice called out to the three of you, telling you that the pancakes were more than ready and the orange juice was getting warm

>You got up slowly, making sure that Tara could get off your lap before standing

>'But Daddy, who won the fluffiness contest?' Sara asked as the three of you made your way towards the door

'Hmmm…maybe I'll think about it over some breakfast before the final deliberations…' you say as you stroked the growing stubble on your chin as if you were a wizard

>'What's delibrataytions mean Daddy?' Tara asked as she reached up for your hand, which you gingerly responded with a grip

'It's just a fancy way of saying decision Tara'

>'Oooo'

>The three of you made it downstairs to the sweet enrapturing smell of pancakes, melted butter, intoxicating syrups, and tall glasses of orange juice all neatly spread along the table, with Sena sitting at the end closest to the window, her tail swaying back and forth against the chair

>You each took a seat, you electing to take the end closest to the kitchen while each sister took a side opposing each other

>The setup was formulaic and very comfy: everyone was within reaching distance of one another and all were content with their positions and amended foods that stacked high on their plates

>For the past few weeks they've had almost no sweets, just meats and vegetables

>It was a nice change of pace, if for only a moment, to add some succulence back into your diet

>Though you would still probably have to talk with Sena about keeping with the /fit/ diet; you were making some pretty decent progress in the limited time you had, might as well keep at it if possible here

>But now was not the time for thoughts, it was time for stuffing your face

>You eagerly began to reach into the plate before Sena snapped her fingers

>The three of you turned to the sound immediately, stopping just short of diving right into the fluffy and soggy-fying pancakes

>'Let's say our graces first, I'll start us off' Sena said as she outstretched her hands to the girls

>They placed their hands in their mother's, then reached out for your's, the four of you all as one for grace

>'Heavenly Father and Mother, we thank you for this chance to be a family after all these hard years, and for giving us this moment to share not only the light of our family, but of yours.'

>'We thank you for returning our children to us safely, and for lending us the means to share in our meals.'

>'Please Oh Father and Mother, continue to watch over us and guide us through these times, both good and bad, so that we may one day return to the Greater Family, and through your wisdom allow more into the Family'

>'In your name we pray, Amen'

>>259293

>enter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE6djfQDfeI

>'Amen' you all said in unison, picking up our forks and knives and digging in

>The pancakes were fluffy and almost seemed to melt in your mouth, especially since they had been caked in syrup just the way you liked them

>The juice was fresh; in the corner of your eye you saw a small, handheld juicer that still had some orange fruit pulp on the edge of the press

>Nice

>'So, what were you three doing upstairs?' Sena asked as she got up to set her plate in the sink

>Goddamn she was a fast eater

>'We were having a fluffy contest! Daddy was trying to find out who was the fluffiest of all of us, so he brushed our hair and pet our heads!' Sara said as she swallowed a mouthful of pancake

>'…Daddy said that he was still going to think about a winner over breakfast. He's a deliberastor' Tara continued

'Deliberator' You corrected, making her blush as she whispered the correct pronounciation under her breath

>'That's nice, never really thought that Daddy would be into that sort of thing' Sena teased as she fanned out her long hair and let it droop down to her knees, shaking her head as her ears flicked about to adjust

>'He's such a strange Daddy, isn't he?'

>'I love Daddy even if he's strange!' Sara exclaimed as she jumped into your lap for a hug, her paws stick with syrup as she wrapped herself around your waist

>'Daddy is really gentle and kind…I'm okay with a strange Daddy' Tara interjected, getting up from the table to join her mother with the dishes

>Sena picked her up and brushed a bit at Tara's new hairstyle, making her giggle and cast a glance of approval at you and Sena

>Sena smiled at you as she smothered little Tara in a hug, rubbing their noses together as she teased Tara on how cute she looked

>'You should thank Daddy for brushing your hair girls, he did a very good job' she said as she set Tara back down and continued to finish cleaning the dishes

>'Thank you Daddy!' they both said in unison as they dogpiled onto you, nearly making you fall out of the chair as you attempted to survive the syrupy onslaught

'Haha, you're welcome girls. Why don't you wash up before you dogpile on Daddy, don't want too much syrup on my clothes' You say in an attempt to avert total disaster of the falling variety

>'Okay Daddy, we'll wash up,' Sara said as she dove out of your lap and rolled along the floor like a spy before running to the bathroom and turning on the sink

>Tara followed close behind, though in a more graceful and less James Bondesque way

>While the girls washed up, Sena came up to you and wrapped her arms around you, her head rest on your shoulder as she rubbed her cheek along your cheek

>'They're such good girls Anon, I hope they stay like this forever'

'Same. I just hope they don't grow up too fast; it might be a bit too fast for me, never been a father before'

>'You've been an excellent father, don't be so modest' Sena mused as she gave you a peck on the cheek

>'My girls were taken from me, but you brought them back, kept them safe, and even made them happy despite us being split as a family'

'But they're not my biological children…I'm just their adoptive father, I found them in the forest when I was jogging, we hardly know each other; how can I even be a father to them?'

>'Nonsense, you've already shown that you know enough. They both came home happy and healthy, which is more than I can say for even some of the other fathers here'

'That's not my point Sena…they must have a biological father, they'll always seen him as their father. I'm just a father figure, a 'Daddy''

>Sena sighed at your less than optimistic answer, cooing as she continued to assault your face with PDA

>'Anon, do you want to see the town?'

>>259665

>>No one in the thread greeted her.

>>No one in the thread

>>thread dedicated to all things number WAN

>>259733

Ya know what has a snout?

My dick. You should suck it.

>>259733

Remove the little dog nose at the tip, and it would look like a regular human nose. It's nothing like the massively elongated animal heads that furries put on their characters.

>>258969

"So, where was I?"

>"Anon, what did you do growing up? I'm just curious."

"I'm guessing the same things you did, Master."

>"Come on, Like what? Did your dad play frisbee with you too when you were young? What did you do with your friends there?"

"Honestly, I never did, or knew much with my dad."

>"Oh…"

"…Or my stepdad."

>"Anon, so what DID you do for fun?"

"Well, 'Fun' was relative. All I did was hunt with my brother, play with my friends,-"

>"Play?" she asked excitedly, and I could feel something thumping from the bed, behind her specifically. "What did you play? Did you do stuff like Frisbee? Hike? Camp? Swim? Or was it more indoors like Bowl, Badminton, or, like, fighting sports?"

>I could only look at her with an eyebrow raised and a small chuckle.

>"What?"

"I don't think we had the money to do any of those."

>"So what was it like?"

"My friends and I? We just ran. Played Hide and seek. Went up the mountains and forests and came back before dark."

>"Wait, so you never got toys?"

"Oh, we definitely had toys. Mostly just sticks we found laying around."

>"Your mom didn't even do anything like buy you a squeek-toy? Anything at all?"

"I don't think so."

>"EESH anon, what if you can't sleep at night, or something? What will you hug then?"

"Honestly, an old doll given to me by my mom."

>"She couldn't buy you a new one?"

>I could only stare at Skittles as her small grin slowly faded, and immediatley looked away from me.

>"I-I'm sorry." she stuttered.

>And as she said that, we heard the door creek.

>Both of us looked to see the culprit who did it and found Erika, peeking her head through the door.

>"E-excuse me," she squeeked "Dinner will be ready soon."

I'll write more tomorrow, sorry for it seeming short.

And Page 11? Whatever happened to the love of all things WAN?

>>265663

You're pretty much this thread for me, so I see no reason bumping it until you're back.

>>265667

But where's wulfufag? If this goes on, the next time thread reaches bump limit, I'll make my own thread for this story with Wans and Mailmen, and forget about the mailmen.

>>265663

>"Thank you, Erika." said Skittles, still stroking my hair. "Please tell mom that I'll be there in a while."

>"Yes miss!" she smiled, then waving at me. "See you at the kitchen Anon!" she said as she skipped away.

>And silence filled the room once more, with only an awkward presene with me resting my head on a wagging kobold's lap.

>"She's really grown fond of you…"

"What do you mean?"

>"I don't know, Since I knew her, she'd always be quiet and shy, hell, I'd say it's the first time in a while since she made an entire sentence like that."

"I guess that's her. She's apparantley, open to Agnes, especially when I had to read her bedtime stories with Agnes."

>"…when did you do that…?" she said, stopping my "massage"

"Gee, I don't know, maybe those nights where you LOCKED ME OUT OF MY ROOM?"

>"ANON I SAID I WAS SORRY, OK?"

>I could only stare at her with one eyebrow raised, and a small grin hiding under her chest.

>"Anon, it was my fault. Sorry I did that to you, the nights…"

"Apology accepted." I chuckle, before we both heard a loud *BUMP* by the door.

>Both of us looked at the open doorway, only to see nothing there.

>But I swear I saw something yellow, specifically an eye, hide behind the wall.

>Probably was just seeing things

>"So… where were we?" said Skittles, looking back at me.

>>265667

There's gotta be someone else to help keep the thread alive.

>>265995

"Something about me being in Agnes' bed and reading the little one a story."

>"Anon, can I ask you something?"

"I mean, sure. What is it?"

>"Can you promise me to be honest about these?"

"Depends, what is it?"

>"Did anything happen between you and Agnes?"

"…"

>"…"

"Uhhh…"

>"Well?"

"When we were in the bed nothing happened between us."

>"You Swear?"

"I swear."

>"So what did you do?"

"Well first" I chuckle. "I had to cure my hand from an Oni's Iron grip."

>Skittle's face turned red once more, looking away from me as that happened.

>"Anon, I'm sorry, ok? I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"And after bringing the little one to sleep, I uh, woke up under weird circumstances."

>"What do you mean 'Weird circumstances'?" said Skittles concerningly.

"I don't know. I just woke up from a bad dream, and next thing I knew, I was tied up in Agnes' bed."

>"SHE WHAT?" Said Skittles, nearly jumping with my head on her lap.

"No no, listen, pl-"

>"HOW COULD SHE DO THAT TO YO-"

"NOTHING HAPPENED!" I yelled.

>As I said that, I heard a loud shuffle from outside the hallway, but didn't seem to break the conversation we're having.

>"Anon, that's serious. Why did she do that?"

"I don't know, ok? I just had a bad dream. Apparantley it was worrying "

>"Anon, why didn't you say anything? Why didn't Agnes say anything?"

"Why should you care?"

>"Because y-you're my pet. And that's why I have to take care of you. OK?"

"I mean, if it concerns you that much… I-"

>*Ahem* came a sound from the door.

>We looked to see one of the mini shoggoths waving happily at us. None other than Erika checking in.

>"Dinner's ready miss!" she said.

>"We'll be there soon," said Skittles, letting the shoggoth go. "Anon, can you do me a favor or 2?"

"What is it?"

>"When something happens to you, please let me know immediately. Ok?"

"Fine."

>"And Anon,"

"Yeah?" I asked, lifting my head back up.

>"Don't sleep anywhere else other than in my room. Ok?"

>As she said that, A loud, skittering slimy noise caming from outside the hall. Going at a distance rather quick…

>>266244

Fucking bipolar pup.

Agnes best girl

>>266289

she's too pure

also the author kinda forgot that he's writing a kobold story, and now he has to redeem her

>>266294

I know, but it's hard not to think of her as shit tier.

>>266294

No he doesn't, he just has to make Skittles win.

>>266297

Win what?

>>266306

the battle that is love

>>266308

>"NOTHING HAPPENED!"

What did he mean by this?

>>266308

>>266297

>>266295

>>266294

>>266289

>>266264

All of you are faggots.

Ara Ara and KANGZ Wan are best girls.

>>265995

>>266244

Shit's getting interesting, I want to see a cat fight between shoggy and kobold now.

>>266388

Fucking shit, filesize was too big, and I'm a fag when it comes to picture editing. Here's the link to the exhentai gallery so you can download it yourself.

https:// exhentai .org/g/ 1033563/361593b52c/

>>266323

>Wanting cunty KANG

You suffer from terminal shit taste. The only cure is sexy, amorphous goup.

>>266409

What about the agressive Ara Ara?

>>266412

Ara in this story is still plebian, especially with how she threatened to send him away if he didn't fuck her.

>>266416

Did he get sent away?

>>266419

Now that's a good question

>>266419

>>266440

You are aware we have IDs here right?

>>266477

Because after 2 hours, we still don't know why Ara wan should be classified as worst girl

>>266388

>>266389

>ゴキブリ語

出て行けチャンコロ The doujin looks pretty good though.

>>266479

Because she's a stuck up bitch who threatened to send slavanon back to the internment camp if he didn't fuck her.

Something you'd already know if you'd lurk more and read the story from the other threads.

>>266482

>Implying it was not a bluff and that Slavnon was calling her out on it.

>>242488

is this awoo

>>267580

Lurk moar.

>>267591

I do not recognize that wan, where's it from?

>>267655

Also lurk moar.

I like the term wifwolf

In Old English man was a non-sex specific noun that meant a person

The Old English words to wer and wif, could be used on their own or combined with man to form wereman and wifman (wifman is the ancestor of the word woman). Wif is also the ancestor of the word wife

So basically, a wifwolf is a wife-wolf.

>>267655

>he doesnt recognize ammit on sight

>>267737

I like this knowledge.

>>268383

I'm not that familiar either, I was just reading about werewolves once and that lead me to the information.

>>266289

>>266294

Actually, Depending on how I write this, I might make up a thread on its own. But I'll still contribute to the WAN thread should it happen.

>>271518

I wanna lick those abs, but if I do, I'll get furballs!

>>269820

When is the next update coming? I need more shoggot&kobold in my life.

>>245341

>>245342

>>245343

w-what was it?

>>271523

Today, around 2000 words, and a formal apology for my absence.

>>266244

"What? Why?"

>"Anon, I'm concerned. OK?"

"Concerned about what? Nothing's been going on there. Besides, why do you care? Last I checked, you didn't want me to get back to MY bed which YOU demanded it be moved in YOUR room, after my first nights or so."

>”Anon, no listen. You're hurt, and it's my job to patch you up. I made you in that mess, so I gotta fix it. For your betterment.”

“Master, if anything, I'm quite firm in believing that you now have your best intentions at heart. But I think you've done all that you can and enough to 'Patch me up'.” I said, giving air qoutes.

>”Still, Anon, It's not, er…”

“Not…?”

>”F-fair… It's not fair that you have to take the hits-”

“Shocks-”

>”Anon, you know what I mean. That you have to take the SHOCKS from my screwups. O-”

>”Excuse me miss.” came a sound from the door.

>Both of us looked in confusion to see what could interrupt us. Our attention was called by another little Shoggoth, hair, er, hair-ish tied like a ponytail, not Erika and smiling at us, while holding a silver platter by her chest.

>”Your mother is waiting for you at the table. It would be unwise of you to keep her alone. She'll grow impatient.”

>”Can't she wait a bit? Like, just a few minutes?” replied Skittles

>”Do not worry miss, a sister went ahead and asked in your behalf earlier and her response was, and I quote 'IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR TAIL TO THE DINNERTABLE RIGHT NOW AND WORSEN MY MOOD, THEN YOU AND I WILL HAVE A MUCH LONGER TALK LATER!' as she played with her toy.”

>Skittle's eyes widened, giving a nod to the small Shoggoth before storming out of the room.

>”I'll talk to you later!” she yelled as she went and passed me.

>In response, I rubbed my nosebridge in frustration, giving out a heavy sigh in the process.

>After a moment to recover, I looked back at the shoggoth, looking at me with widened eyes and a smile.

“Uhh…”

>”Hi, I'm Jenny!” she said, waving.

“Oh, uh, Hi, Jenny. I thought Erika woul-”

>”Erika's helping big sis to prepare your food.” she smiled “I'm here to bring you to them!”

“Well, I mean, Thank you, I'll be there shortly.” I chuckle, putting my hand above the little one's head, and rubbing it side to side. There was happiness in her eyes “I just need some new clothe-”

>”Oh!” said Jenny surprisingly. “That reminds me, Big Sis made me want to give you something.”

“Really?”

>Before I could even think through, she shuffles behind and hands out neatly folded and clean clothes… all Ironed and still warm…

“I… that's…”

>>271692

>”My sisters and I don't want you to be late for dinner, Anon, You'll be there, won't you?”

“I-I mean, I'll be there, just let me take my time to recover and go slowl-”

>”Ple~ase.” said the Shoggoth, Tray and hands by her face and looking at me with begging eyes.

>I almost felt a chuckle, almost.

>I caved in and let her know that I'll be there quick, giving a small “Awww” and laugh.

“Alright, Jenny. I'll be there quick. Just go on ahead and meet up with your sisters. I'm sure they prepared something delicious.”

>Jenny nodded as she gave a small “Yay”, before slithering away to the kitchen. As I took focus on the room, I couldn't help but notice loud talking in the dining room again.

“Odd little things.” I thought. As I took off my burnt clothes, I let them down slowly, having made sure not to make a mess.

>I suddenly felt a strong pain in my chest, causing me to give a slight stumble. My vision went blurry a slight bit, as I felt one hand cling on the wall, and another on my breast. It was only for a few seconds, but the pain felt like hell. It caught me off guard but I pulled through. I was gasping and coughing after what felt like a vacuum coming out of my lungs that stopped everything for only a moment.

>While I was coughing, I felt something come to my throat. And in quick haste, I panicked, picking up my white crumpled shirt on the floor, and placed it on my mouth. I gagged and spat, almost vomiting in the process, but it felt like my throat was on fire earlier. Like knives scratching my lungs as air went in and out.

>I spat out blood, not heavily, so it's not bad. But it's blood so it's not good either. I couldn't say it was the first something like that happened. But worst case scenario, so long as I got Agnes to help me with the salve, I'm sure I'll be fine.

>After clearing out my throat and wiping my mouth clean, I threw the blood spattered shirt along the dirty pile as I wore the freshly laid out clothing. I slowly put the shirt on me, as to not have the blisters and leftover clots pick on the shirt as it was set.

>As I left the room with the worn clothes by my hand, however, I saw to my Right, Erika, looking at me with concern.

I'll post the rest tomorrow because i's 3 AM and St. Patrick's was longer than expected.

And sorry for not posting as often. I have other projects to do and I try to find time for everything. But expect tomorrow a longer continueation.

Elaborate? I had only just found out about this person.

>>271693

“Something the matter?” I asked.

>Erika shook her head, soon after skipping to me. She grabbed my hand, trying to pull me to the kitchen,

>”Come!” she demanded, trying to drag my whole body to her direction. I could even see her sliding on the ground.

“Don't pull.” I said, removing the little one's hands from mine, “I'm going there, no need to rush.”

>The little one looked at me again, at my eyes, then down on the ground, giving a small, “Oh.”

>As we went ahead she suddenly tugged my arm, and very quickly with it rushed and blocked my path, catching me by surprise.

“What is it now?”

>She held both of her arms up, both directing to my face, as she gave a small pout and eyes that looked like she was begging for something.

“I said what is it? You know you have to tell me if you want something.”

>”Upsies” she said. Giving a smaller pout.

“Upsies”?

>”Mhmm” she nodded, doing a small jump.

“Alright” I giggle, putting both my arms at her armpits and lifting her up to eye level.

>Her feet were hanging on the ground and she held my arms and looked at me in the eyes.

>”Go.” she said, pointing to me.

>And with a smile on my face, I placed the little one behind my head.

>As she rearranged herself and got into what I could guess a comfortable position, she grabbed my head with her arms and hugged it tight.

“All set?” I ask, holding her feet safe.

>“Go!” she pointed, leading to wards the kitchen “Fast!”

“Whatever you say!” I remark, going for a faster pace but not too much, hearing Erika give out a “WEEE”

>We pass the dining room, where the yelling only got louder, almost making me want to take a peek, but Erika's pulling of my ears and dragging me to the kitchen led me otherwise.

>”Go!” she said, “Hi ho Silver!”

“I'm going, I'm going.” I said, making my way to the kitchen door.

>As I went there, I picked up the little one and slowly let her down. She struggled and flailed, giving out a small “NO!”

>To my biggest surprise, however, the

“Come on Erika, I need a break every now and then.”

>”Awww” she said, looking down, with her hands on her lap

“Don't Awww at me, little one. I'm fine with later, but not now, OK?”

>”…ok…” she said, putting her hand on the kitchen door.

“Now let's go in.” I said, hands on the door handles, ready to turn. “I can smell the food already.”

>As I turned the nob and went in, I saw all the mini-shoggoths, few balloons and streamers spread throughout the kitchen walls.

>”Surprise!” they all said.

“Surprise?” I said in shock. “What for?”

>And 2 of the little ones walked up to me, carrying with them a small cake, with black and white Icing.

>”Get well soon!” it said on the top layer.

“I… I'm flattered. Really. Who made this?” I asked, as one of the little ones gave me a knife.

>”Big Sis!” they all said in unison.

>”I helped!” Tugged Erika on my arm, making me look at her.

>I blushed, everyone was pretty happy to celebrate with me, and I didn't want to ruin it for them. Even felt a tear in my eye.

“Now now, girls. I'm glad that we all want to eat this cake…”

>They immediately nodded, grabbing a fork and knife and plate… out of themselves… and started to stare impatiently at it.

“But we have to start off with a proper meal, we can have the cake as dessert. It would be unhealthy otherwise.”

>“Awwww…” they said simontaneously.

“Don't give me an 'Awww…' There's a reason why I'm doing this. Now let's set our own table right, and have ourselves some food.”

>”Yay.” gave one of the little ones out.

>As everyone was scuffling and setting the table right, Ignoring the loud barking in the dining hall… something didn't feel right.

“Where's Agnes?” I asked.

Part 2. Final Part for the week will be updated tomorrow.

>>271757

>3D

>Looking like a MG

Is this what it's like for Mamonomagic to take effect?

>>271907

She better be married and getting ready to have many babies. I swear to Jesus, if those looks are wasted I pity the next generation

>>271964

Some people like to pretend Non is a shemale. Go figure, huh.

>>271907

Goddamn, black nails are so extremely ugly. Why did she pick that fucking color? Fuck anyone and everyone who thinks black nails are ok.

I want a hellhound to rape me to near death and then take me back to her den and use as a sex toy!

>>271969

There's a gap between her two front teeth or something.

>>271968

>no romance

Why

>>271971

after the near-death rape, anon!

i'll be one of her harem of husbandos to use as sextoys.

>>271971

because femdom

>>271973

>>271972

This is a bizarre kind of mental retardation.

>>271977

But think about it anon, her warm body slowly grinding against your cock after she ambushed you in the wood!

Think about it!

>>271970

That's all?

Meh, I thought he has legitimate hole in the cheek that is hidden with photoshop or something

>>271972

GTFO with this cuck mentality. If you want to surround yourself with cocks that badly pretty sure you can go to a gay bar and get your mint holes filled with as much pozz as you can carry. Just wait a few minutes before walking out of the club, we don't want you dripping jizz from every hole you have onto the street.

>>271983

>>271985

>>271986

You say that like becoming a hellhounds personal sextoy is a bad thing anons!