/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>363830

>alfredo milk

That sounds incredibly good.

>>363830

>Have an Italian holstaur wife.

>Has plenty of recipes from the old country.

>Loves to put them to use.

>Almost every night is a wonderful italian dinner.

>We alternate between who cooks that night.

>Tonight is my night.

>Decide to try my hand at Italian.

>Planning to do shrimp alfredo, garlic bread, some wine, and cannoli for dessert.

>Got shrimp and fettuccine out to begin when I realize I made a grave mistake.

>Fuck, we ran out of alfredo sauce.

>Fuck, we're out of parmesan cheese too.

>Wait, I know how I can fix this.

>A devilishly good way to fix this too.

>Prepare everyhing else in the meantime.

>Wife arrives and I call her over.

>Say how I had dinner planned and I need her help with something.

>Ask her to take a look at my shrimp alfredo.

>She steps up to the pan as I quickly move behind her.

>Start talking about how I want to try a special sauce as I begin giving her a shoulder rub.

>Holstaur wife is confused at first, but then notices where my hands are going.

>That confusion quickly turns into a incredulous gasp as I pop out and take hold of her big, milky breasts.

>Gee, oh wife of mine. With all the fancy dinners you make, i'm sure your milk will be quite close to alfredo.

>Before she can protest, I start squeezing away.

>She gasps and quiety moos as squirt after squirt cover the pasta below.

>I spend time alternating between slow and fast rubs, teasing her nipples, and giving kisses along her neck.

>Oh would you look at that! Dinner's ready.

>She looks at me and pouts at why I stopped.

>Tell her there's plenty more where that came from after dinner.

>The pasta turned out great, by the way.

>>363715

"Uuuuuuuhhhhm……..", I drone. "You ok?"

The Harpy chirps and nuzzles my thigh for just a moment since its not anywhere near as soft as a Holstaur's chest must be, and releases my leg.

"T-thanks, mister", she says, her voice a little hoarse from crying.

"Don't mention it", I reply, looking around without seeing anyone coming for her. "Uh… Did you come here with anyone?", I ask.

"I was with my friend, Lucy", the girl replies, folding her light brown wings behind her.

"Yeah? Where'd she go when you got…. uh… stuck?"

"She ran off after she tied me up", the young Harpy replies, sniffling a little.

"Some friend", I mumble.

"Why would she do that?", Helena asks. As soon as she gets close, the Harpy kid hops up and flaps her wings excitedly. Helena pulls her into a hug on what must be an instinctual reflex, much to the feathery kid's delight.

"She wanted to try catching some of the fish, but I told her it was against the rules", the kid replies, voice somewhat muffled by nuzzling Helena's dress and the heavy orbs underneath.

"And she tied you upside down to a tree?", I asked, dumbfounded.

"That's horrible", Helena exclaims, petting the Harpy's hair.

"You see where she went?", I ask, looking around for Lucy or the birb's mom.

"No, she cast some kind of light on me and I woke up where you found me", the Harpy replies, resting her head against Helena's chest as the Cow pets her head.

>>365039

"Maamaaaaaaaaa!", a shrill voice squels in protest, drawing our attention. From the other side of the pond, a blue woman with wings and horns approaches, dragging a protesting child of the same race towards us by the ear, clearly very upset with the little one.

"Lucy!", the Harpy chirps. She jumps out of Helena's arms and glides over to the small Demon and her mother. Lucy's mom's expression softens a bit, but is still stern as she addresses her mischievous daughter.

"Lucile, do you have something you want to say to Millie?", she asks in one of the best "smiling threatening mom" tones I have ever heard. Lucy looks down at her feet for a moment, pouting, but her mother clears her throat and she looks back up, terrified.

"Y-Yes! Mamma!", the girl says, clearly terrified. The rescued Harpy blinks a couple of times and tilts her head, looking innocent and a little confused as the small Demon tries to work up the nerve. "S-ssorry, Millie…. I'm s-sory for what I did". The blueberry is instantly embraced by the bubbly harpy.

"It's alright! I forgive you", Millie cheers happily. Lucy's Mom nods her head, but her smile tells me that her kid isn't in the clear just yet. She turns to us and shakes her head, sighing a bit.

"I take it you got Millie out of whatever bind my daughter put her in?", she asks, casting a glance at the pair.

"Yeah, though Helena here deserves most of the credit", I reply, tilting my head towards the Cow. I think I catch Helena's cheeks turn a little rosy, but she laughs nervously and turns her face too far for me to see.

"Mr. Anon is the one who cut her down, I just asked for his help", she says, holding her hands in front of her. Lucy's mom hums and nods her head with a smile.

"Well at any rate, you two did a good thing. Is there anything I can do for you as thanks?" she asks, crossing her arms.

[i]'Shut the hell up and let me go eat my breakfast?'[/i], I think to myself, stomach growling. I think I saw the Demon's knife-like ear twitch a moment before widening her somewhat disconcerting smile.

>>365040

yeah, I'm aware I'm still a faggot who can't remember how to format my text.. sorry

>>341614

I want to touch those horns.

>>365040

"How about I treat you folks to a nice meal?", she asked. "Dinner at my place or at a nice restaurant? I think helping a little girl is worth that much"

"Oh! How generous!", Helena exclaimed, clapping her hands together before looking at me expectantly.

"Uh….. Sure", I mutter. "Any time in particular?"

"Just give me your phone numbers and I'll text you the details, ok?", the Demon Mom says, smiling brightly. I reach into my pocket and enter my passwords, when at the literal snap of a finger, it poofs out of my hand.

"What the f-", I stammer out, withholding my foul language. Looking up, I notice the Demon has both my phone and Helena's in each hand, tapping away. She smiles and nods her head and the phones vanish once more. I can assume that Helena's phone went into her bag, since I felt mine literally pop into my hip pocket. I have to bite the inside of my lip to keep from cursing in front of the kids, as I'm still getting used to magic being a thing now.. Helena has a happy look her face as she looks through her phone, but I'm at my the limit of my patience. I shut my eyes and take a deep breathe through my nose.

"Uh… Thanks, Mrs….?", I stammer at the Demon.

"Rita", she says, extending her hand.

"Pleased to meet you", I say, my growling stomach just barely audible as I shake her devilishly(heh) soft hand.

"Thank you. I'll text you with the details later, and this time I'll make sure Lucile is on her best behavior", Rita says, smiling menacingly at her daughter, who seems to break out in a cold sweat as her Harpy friend drags her off to go play. "Tataaaa", the Demon Mom trills as she follows after the pair.

Helena and I watch them go before looking back at each other. She smiles softly and checks her phone one more time before she opens her mouth.

"I guess we'll see each other at Mrs. Rita's dinner then, Mr. Anon?", she asks, tilting her head to the side with her hands behind her back, her bovine tail swaying lazily behind her.

"Most likely, yeah", I reply, noting that the temperature of my to-go box is only a bit above lukewarm.

"Well…. I…', Helena murmurs, casting her eyes downwards. "I hope we see each other sooner". I'll admit that I'm taken aback by this.

"Sure", I say, taking the chance to walk off before things get anymore uncomfortable. The urge to look back at her is strong, but I make it around the corner and back on the road towards my apartment before I can cave in. The eggshell white door to apartment Number 42, my home, is as bare and plain as ever as I unlock it and make my way in.

if i had a holstaurus or minotaur gf id be constantly worried about her being abducted by aliens.

>>370133

hmm, maybe there should be grayylien lolis that go around copying or stealing mass from breasts.

huh, never expected my stuff would be used as an OP

>>370135

You never noticed it until now? This thread's been around since 2017.

honestly ive been sitting pretty in the drawthread all this time

>>370145

I guess that's why we haven't seen you draw an Ammit or Reitia yet.

>>370150

porque

>>370153

You're thinking of "que". Porque means "because".

>>370155

ok

>be a Holstaur

>boyfriend is sitting at his desk, playing vidyae.

>he looks pretty focused on it and unalert.

>feel like teasing him and slowly creep up behind him

>remove my shirt and heft my breasts up over his head.

>bombsaway.exe

>the top of his head and all the way down to his forehead are covered.

"Hey!", he scolds, but he's not mad

>I giggle and slidenmy bosom down, pressing them into his neck and shoulders as I relieve him of his headset.

>"Whatcha doin', Anon?"

"Just grinding", he replies. "Nothin' important"

>"Oh? Sounds fun! Can I try?"

>He turns and looks at me the best he can from his well-cushioned position and blinks a couple times.

"Uh… Yeah, sure. Lemme just-"

>I don't let him finish his sentence before I press down on his shoulders and set around to the front his his chair and seat myself on his lap, shoving his face into my chest and holding him there.

>he's only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and I can feel his manhood brush up against my groin.

"The heck are you doing?", is his muffled question.

>I start to slowly shake my hips and leam close to his head

>"Grinding, you silly man"

>I hear him chuckle as his arms wrap around my waist, and I begin to stroke his head.

>Moo softly as he tightens his hug

>life is good

>>375126

>>375127

>>375128

Nani? Naisu! Now, if only I knew moon. All those things holstaur milk does, I realise it would be extremely popular, especially the creamy version (Which is said to have even stronger effects than the regular).

>>375126

Didn't think cows wag their tails when happy or excited. Friggin' cute anyway

>>375023

Nice

>>375023

>boyfriend sounded grumpy on the phone, have had a bad day of work

>decide to try my hand at making him a nice cocktail for him before he gets home

>head to the kitchen and grab mom's old book of recipes off the top of the fridge.

>look through the pages for a few minutes before I find her "signature cocktail"

>Holst Kiss: over crushed ice add two parts creme de cacao, one part vodka, top with your milk,stir and add chocolate shavings to taste

>top with your milk

>I feel my hart beat faster and cheeks heat up

>both of us being pretty new to this at the time, I was kinda nervous, but mom swore by this kind of thing whenever I asked her for advice.

>I gulp and gathered the materials, massaging my breasts a bit as I did so to make my milk come out easier when the time came.

>I grabbed oneof his glasses and poured the alcohol over the ice and with a slightly trembling hand, unbottoned my shirt and removed my bra

>I'd never been very good at milking myself, but thinking of him helped get things flowing

>I nearly overfilled the glass in my enthusiasm and panted hard as I tried to get the flow to stop, making a small mess of the counter top as in the process.

>shaking a bit I grabbed my spoon and stirred the contents around, heart beating faster and faster as I imagined him tasting it, both in excitement and fear of him either hating it or loving it

>I broke a piece off of the chocolate bar I had and grated it on the finest part of the zester thingy as I could, thankfully getting most of it into the glass.

>I set the confection down and just stared at my creation, though it must have been for longer than I had thought because my lover had opened the door and entered before I could react.

"Hey! I'm ho-"

>"Anon!", I exclaimed, almost jumping out of my skin.

>He didn't say anything for a few moments and just stared at me with wide, surprised eyes.

>It took me a moment to realize I was still standing with my chest fully exposed, and my cheeks burned so much I thought I would die of embarrassment.

>I tried to speak, but all that came out was some nervouse stammering as I grabbed the glass and held it out for him.

>He seemed to get the message well enough and slowly grabbed the glass, still staring at me as he took his first sip.

"Mmmmm!", he exclaimed as he quickly downed the rest of the glass, a small boozy mustache remaining on his lips. "What ah…. what do ya call that?", he asked, licking his upper lip with relish.

>My head was spinning and my heart was pounding as I tried to answer, eventually stammering out "a… a…. Holst Kiss"

>He didn't say anything for a few seconds, but instead lowered his face and grinned at me.

"Holst Kiss, huh?", he said as he slowly walked towards me. Before I could gather my wits he grabbed the back of my head with one hand and brought his hace closer to mine.

>"Uhn.. Anon?", I asked, voice barely above a whisper, but I couldn't get any more words off before he brought his lips to my own

>It was a chaste kiss, but he held it there for quite a while as my head spinned with joy.

"Hmmm… I think I like that kiss just a bit better", he said.

>Too caught up in my emotions, I grabbed his face with both of my hands and pulled him into another kiss, and he did not resist.

>I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pressed my chest as hard as I could into his, overcome with happiness.

>I squeled and released him when I felt his hand grasp my left breast, letting out a moo as my sensitive fresh got used to his touch.

>This made him chuckle and let go of my tit, which I'll admit upset me just a little, but his smile put me at ease a bit despite my burning face and heavy breathing.

>He started to scratch the back of his head and turned away from me, trying to hide his own blush, chuckling nervously to himself.

"Uh… wow… uh… yeah….", he murmurred. "Ah…. Think you could make me another drink and… uh… join me on the couch?", he asked, smiling at me with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

>"S-sure… not a problem", I replied, letting my eyes linger on his before getting back to the counter.

>In went about my task in shamelessly girlish glee, my milk flowing even easier than before, but I ended up making a bigger mess anyway, but I didn't give a damn at this point, I was just too happy.

>Mom was right to have sworn by this drink. But my love seemed more interested in me when I got to the couch.

>he quickly gulped down half the glass when I handed it to him, but the second I sat down next to him he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me into another kiss

>Be farmer.

>Have holstaurs.

>Know their milk sells.

>Keep them locked up in stocks when it's milking time.

>Attach a milking machine to each of their tits.

>Go about my business taking care of other duties and chores.

>Check up every couple hours to see how the girls are doing.

>Replace milk canisters when they are full. I take the full ones to a special refrigerated holding room.

>If it's lunch and they are being milked, I place a bowl of chow in front of their faces so they can reach in and eat.

>If a girl looks tired out and her breasts look drained, I open the stock and gently lead her to her cubicle-like room, have her lay down, and place a big bowl of chow on her desk. I hen lock the cube, then grab another holstaur and take her to the stocks. Gotta have a proper rotation.

>Sometimes one gets upset and tries to cause trouble. A quick tranq dart fixes that.

>When the day is up, I let them out of the stocks one at a time and lead them to their cubes for the night. I make sure to open up the small slot in the cube doors to slip in a bowl of chow for dinner and their paycheck.

>Once all holstaurs are accounted for and given chow and pay, I take inventory of the milk.

>I wait for clients arrive to purchase the fresh milk. Usually get a good number.

>Once it gets late, I turn in for the night.

>Next morning, I do my early morning chores, then go get he holstaurs out one at a time to the stocks and hook 'em up again.

>Sometimes I get clients interested in purchasing a holstaur. Normally I don't sell my girls, bit I may reconsider if the offer is great enough or I need the money.

>If I need more, I either go out to find or buy a holstaur to work for me.

>Alternatively, I would breed them. I would go to a sperm bank and try to find the sperm of someone who looks genetically healthy.

>I then come back to the farm, find a good holstaur to breed, and tranq her. I then artificially inseminate her and let mother nature take care of it from there. Pregnant holstaurs have higher milk production anyway, which more than makes hp for them being out of commission when the baby is born.

>Overall, it's a good business.

>>375473

>Milking by hand

Inefficient. You would have less milk and thus less revenue. You wouldn't be able to outcompete other farms and would either go out of business or be bought out.

>Knocking them up yourself

Inefficient. This takes time away from duties. Besides, efficient breeding involves selecting from the best traits.

>Shakes head in disgust…

Go back to gaia online, faggot. Also cut your fucking spacing. You sound like a redditor.

>>375474

>Pretending to be a old fag

>Being this autistic

>Treating Monsters like livestock

>Not killing yourself

>>375474

Fuck efficiency, holstaurs are waifus first and cows second.

You will milk them lovingly with your own damn hands and you will breed them with your own dick, or else you don’t deserve to be in their vicinity you gayboy autist.

Alas this was likely well-constructed bait.

>>375483

>falling for the love meme

EFFICIENCY ÜBER ALLES

>>375485

kys faggot

https://archive.fo/VwMvb

<The Romans often commented on the inferiority of other cultures, and they took excessive milk drinking as evidence of barbarism. Similarly, butter was a useful ointment for burns; it was not a suitable food. As Pliny the Elder bluntly put it, butter is “the choicest food among barbarian tribes.”

<Ancient Romans were not alone in looking down on butter and milk. In Greece, the word “butter” was not spoken kindly. The Greeks called it boutyros, cow curds, and as sheep and goat people, they regarded those who kept cows and made butter as an alien lot.

>ywn be part of a barbarian holst tribe

>ywn bully the civcucks for their flatt bapho waifus

>ywn demand one more swig of waifu milkies as you lay dying after a failed raid

It hurts, lads.

>>376869

An amazing coincidence about that article being posted here is how it stresses that the Dutch were the ones to stop milk from being looked down upon by other nations, because the holstaurus is in fact based on holstein cattle, of which originate from the Dutch provinces of North Holland and Friesland.

>>376872

It was actually German immigrants in the USA who bred the first Holstein cows.

>>376884

>German immigrants in the USA

Truly holsts are the burgerest mamonos.

>>376885

i just want a moo in a sexy beer maid or milk maid costume. the kind where her tits are about to pop out and with a deliciously short skirt. I mean, they're fucking perfect for that role based on the background and all that. I can imagine milk stout being incredibly popular with them around, and I already like dark beers as it is.

>>376891

I'd like a stout Holst to help me brew my own milk stout with her milk

>>366923

I got the details from Rita the next day. Her place, up in the Hills, dress casual. It figures that a Demon's family would have the kind of money to afford living up there, even before the war it'd been an upper class part of town. I figured my work clothes would be the best fit for a dinner like this and laid them out all nice and neat before I made my way into the shower. If you didn't count my trips to the bar a few times a week, this would be the most social I had been in a long time, so I was a little anxious, even if I was getting a free meal for helping out that Harpy kid, whatever her name was.

I stepped out of the steaming hot shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, ready to shave. It had been a few days since I had last shaved, and while I liked having some stubble, I figured I could lend Rita the courtesy to be clean shaven. I wondered what Helena, the Holstaur sharing my free "thanks a bunch" dinner with me would be wearing as I finished the prep work and dropped a new blade into my old-timey style razor, and wound up chuckling to myself as I thought she'd look good in anything with a curvy body like that. While Mamono had been changing things pretty fast since they'd arrived, I still had more than enough reasons to remember to wear my grandad's ring, which I glanced at on my sink shelf as I finished my first pass. My second pass against the grain and application of my aftershave didn't warrant much more worldly thinking and I set about getting dressed.

>>377745

I like this so far. Looking forward to more