/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>297003

Would you give up burgers and steak for a Holstaur?

>>297004

>implying a holstaur wouldn't want her husbando to eat lots of beef to get big and strong

>>297004

Would you give up fish for a mermaid? I don't think a holstaur or minotaur would have any issue with you eating beef or eating beef themselves.

>>297050

Fish is kind of different though. Fish eat other fish. Cows don't normally eat other cows. Granted she's basically half human but it's still weird.

>>297050

Isn't a mermaid eating a fish like a human eating a monkey or a wolf eating a dog? I mean they are similar in some ways but ultimately two different species.

would a holstaur get mad cow disease from eating beef?

>>297052

That's not how it works, anon. Your holstwaifu will sigh and smile at your silliness before telling you she doesn't mind if you eat beef.

>>297087

She'd still make you brush your teeth before you 'Ate Beef' later that night though…

>>297095

Why would you need to brush your teeth for that instead of tonguescraping? Do holsts like the feel of minty freshness blowing against their beef?

>>297055

>human eating a monkey

youn never heard of the macaque soup?

>>297055

Humans eating monkeys is one major cause of ebola outbreaks.

>Infected fruit bats shit partially digested fruit.

>Monkeys, eat ebola laced shit fruit.

>Dumbass Africans eat rare monkey meat, contaminated with ebola.

>Suddenly everyone who ate the monkey is bleeding out of every hole they have.

There is a level of safety not eating anything that related to you. Mostly fungal/bacterial shit to worry about and not god awful viruses.

>>297004

Would go Vegan for a nightly titfuck.

>>297332

>giving up milk to be with a holstaur

that kinda defeats the purpose

>>297004

Would you give up eating monkeys for a human?

>>297401

Hell yes I am.

>>297403

>human

As if I'd lower myself to human relationships with monsters around.

>>297406

no in a hypothetical where humans are the desirable ones

>>297120

Not a real moonspeaker but I think it's something like

>Admiral, please lend me the milking machine

>I-I'm at my limit already

I don't really know what the leftmost line means.

>>297409

Where MALE humans are desirable.

>>297321

I have my suspicions about 4th pic. Can someone translate it?

>>297401

That partially applies to a lot of monster girls. But with a Holstaur's tendency for intimacy I'm pretty sure it would be all the better

>>297327

I still need to ink and color that Amoo doodle

>>297012

>not being able to enjoy the foods you want while being in shape.

>falling for the diet meme

>>297396

I'd be willing to graze right beside her & then on her.

>>298388

Hutago, isn't it? Good taste.

Pubis region covered in hair, or no? I prefer when the fur is limited to a pair of thigh highs.

>>298407

>Pubis region covered in hair

Yes please. Depends on the girl but for something like minotaurs it is a must.

>>298407

I like how it's done in the second pic of this post >>297118. The fur is up to the hips, but it comes down as it reaches the crotch so that her pussy doesn't have fur on it. Going down on her wouldn't be as enticing if her pussy was covered in fur.

>>298388

Cows have spikes?

I HAVE A FEVER, AND THE PRESCRIPTION IS MORE COW(Bell)

>>300728

Watch out, that might be mad cow disease.

>Have a Holstaur for a waifu

>Sweet girl, always has a smile on her face

>Work shitty hours so I don't always have time for her

>Says she understands. Sweet girl.

>Still feel bad though

>Come home one night, frikkin exhausted.

>Drop bag and march my carcass to the couch for some Chinese Cartoons before bed.

<"Anon? Is that you?"

>"Hey dear"

<"Long day?"

>"Yeah"

<"Want a beer?"

>"Fuck yes"

>Hear her giggle and step into the kitchen

>Flick through torrents for somethin new

>Yawn and shut my eyes, stretching out some of the kinks.

>Suddenly something heavy, warm and soft plants itself right on my lap

>Open my eyes in shock.

>Waifu dressed in German beer maid outfit with big ass glass of weinstephen

>Skirt just barely covers her big ass, which she is softly grinding against my wedding tackle

>Corset looks like it's about to burst and let her boutiful bosom spill forth

>Hair braided in lovely long black and white braids

>Soft smile on her face as she hands me my weinstephen

>She gives me a smooch on the cheek and ruffles my hair as I take a few huge gulps of the nectar of life that is my beer

<"Feeling better, sweetheart?"

>"Much"

>Her tail slinks around my wrist and yanks it down right her big round ass

>No underwear, go figure

>Her smile has become more lecharous, cheeks are now quite rosy.

>She leans in and whispers into my ear

<"Finish your beer, Anon. I've got something else for you to drink when you're done"

>Chug that shit like a motherfucker, even if I do feel a bit bad for not savoring such a good beer

>Before I have time to wipe the foam off my mouth she pulls down her corset and shoves my face into her tit

>Can't help myself and latch onto her nipple and promtly rewarded with her bountiful milk

>Waifu sighs happily and keeps running her lithe fingers through my hair, gently using her nails on my scalp as well.

>Quickly forget about the bullshit of work. Only thinking about her.

>Life is good

>>302989

>the artist who drew that also makes futanari, monsterboys and traps

Requesting proof.

>>302989

Calm down guy. If he doesn't post it here it doesn't matter.

>>302995

The artists name is elakan, go here:

http://touchfluffytail.org/?page_id=9004

and here

pronmelly.tumblr.com

>>302996

It dosn't matter, that guy is of /chaos/ and needs to be banned form coming here.

>>298388

>tfw no tough monstertits gf to get me into shape, keep me there then give me her milk.

>>300835

Thank you for this wonderful bit anon. Now I can add this to my list of things that I wish will happen but never will. RIP me no holstaur wife

>>303122

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>Things were odd when they had first come.

>Knowing that some of them were more… aggressive, I wore my grandfather's wedding ring.

>Old fart gave it to me for the day I would get married, but I just kept it in a lock box till the gates opened.

>Figured I'd ward off any that came looking. Despite some objectionable traits, they seemed to respect the institution.

>A simple silver band, shiny enough for them to notice and leave me alone. I had grandma's too, still locked up.

>Worked a decent job and had a small, quiet apartment.

>I just tried to stay under the radar and go about my life. I liked my privacy and was happy enough.

>On one of my days off I decided to go through the park I had used to hand around as a kid.

>The decomposed granite paths through the all sorts of flowers, bushes and herbs and a large pond filled with turtles and coy, and the odd domestic goldfish.

>It was the city's attempt at being cultured. I was sure it was nothing more than a pale comparison to a real coy pond, but it was an old childhood haunt of mine so I liked it well enough.

>All the Mamono around did make me feel a little odd though. And it didn't quite help that a good bit of them could fly, some of whom had a bad habit of landing right in front of people as they walked.

>Still, I avoided crowds where I could.

>After a while of walking I decided to rest on a bench with a clear view of the gazebo that extended out into the pond.

>Kids, both human and too many types of Mamono to count were all clamoring at the little fish food dispensary, eager to watch the coy come up to feed.

>I'll admit, it was quite a wholesome sight.

>"Mind if I sit here?"

>The person who asked this had a very soft voice, and I was a tad surprised when I looked up.

>Horns. Those were the first thing I had noticed.

>Her hair had an alternating black and white pattern, interwoven in a braid around her head while the rest reached her shoulders.

>Floppy bovine ears, dark blue eyes.

>"Um… Sir?", she said nervously, suddenly fidgeting a bit. I must have been staring a bit.

>"Huh? Oh! It's fine, go right ahead", I replied, scooting over to make a bit of room.

>She smiled a bit and sighed as she sat down. I couldn't help but look her over some more in fascination. She wore a simple deep blue shirt and a short pink skirt. Considering the way Succubi and other more randy Mamono dressed, she was downright conservative.

>This did little to hide her figure. To put it in one word… fertile.

>"Uh? Nice day today, isn't it?", she asked, catching me staring again.

>"Um.. yes, quite", I replied, making the effort not to stare this time.

>Time passed in awkward silence before she spoke up again.

>"Do you come here often Mr…?"

>"Only once in a while. And you can just call me Anon"

>"Oh? I've been stopping by here almost every day since I came here. It's nice to have somewhere green and quiet in the city"

>"And how long have you been here Ms…..?", I asked, seeing no ring on her finger.

>"Helena. And I've been here for a few months", she replied, resting her hands upon her lap and making her chest strain against the already tight fabric of her top. I wasn't sure if it was intentional but she must have caught me staring again because she started to fidget nervously.

>Before I could say much more, my phone sprang to life. It was my bosses ringtone….

>"Hello? Yes, sir… No.. They what? Fuck, I'll be right there!"

>I stuffed the offending electronic back into my pocket and was about to sprint back to work, but I stopped when Helena entered my sight again, looking up at me with her great blue eyes.

>"Sorry. Work", I shrugged.

>"I understand. Thanks for talking to me, Anon"

>I felt strangely fuzzy inside when she smiled at me once more before I ran off. It was almost enough to take my mind off of whatever was brewing at work.

Please don't die, thread. I need more stories and pics of loving cows.

>>303890

>peg

Y-you mean preg, right?

>>311825

I mean, if cow is preg, cow was pegged.

>>297003

I'm surprised this thread doesn't have more pics

>>312335

posting 46 times (with the max of 5 images per post) would take a while

>>312337

would take me a while*

>>312335

We need more cowbell

>>312337

Don't be a fag, do it anyways. Your time is probably just as meaningless as mine anyways, what do you have to lose?

>>312337

Fucking do it, what are you waiting for faggot? This is a slow as fuck board as well.

>>312448

>tfw no mino to wrastle with

>>312460

>>312462

I'm starting to think some of these are just well endowed succubutts that like to masquerade as cows.

>>297117

Imma need more of that last artist's work.

>>312731

>Soul nomad

Good taste. Though I always thought her race would have worked better as goat-people.

>>312436

It bothers me to no end that she doesn't have both hands on the bar when squatting.

Anyone have an edited pic of her actually squatting right?

>>315356

It's not autism, it's proper weight lifting techniques and safety.

She is completely fucking both of those up in that pic

>>298388

Imagine a bullfight, only each pass has you remove an article of clothing from her.

>>322543

Imagine if that was an actual marriage ceremony for minotaurs.

>Be me

>Known this Holstaur girl for about a while now

>Became friends and it's been pretty chill

>She seems to be acting kinda funny lately though

>Not sure if it's guy troubles, never seen her around with one.

>Dunno how to ask, just seems rude

>She's been a good friend to me so I'm pretty concerned

You guys know what's up?

>>323078

Hard to say, something must be upsetting her though.

I recommend wearing a bright red T-shirt next time you see her though. It's calming to their bovine eyes, so whatever is troubling her, she'll be more open about it with you.

>>323085

I've worn read around her before, but she's never acted that much different to me. apparently it's really common in my area for bovine girls like her to get these special contacts that make her colorblind. Figured it was just a cultural thing

>>315451

That's not a bad hand for a mouse drawing

>>323086

So something really weird happened with this same girl.

>Be at the park together, just hanging out

>I'm watching the coy fish in the pond swim around when I catch her staring at me.

>I ask her what's up but she doesn't answer me.

>she gets a dopey smile on her face and her eyes seem kinda out of it

>get concerned and put the back of my hand on her forehead

>this seems to snap her out of it and I ask if she's alright

>she just starts stammering

>now I really am getting concern and I get a little closer

>doesn't work out too well for me as she shoves me away

>kinda forget how strong monsters are when I catch some air

>lucky for me I land in a pretty soft patch of grass

>as I'm standing up she rushes over, beet red in the face and trying to apologize.

>I tell her I'm fine, been through worse

>poor thing seems on the verge of tears so I tell her it's fine and I'm not mad

>not sure if I fucked up or something because she just covers her face and runs off, bawling

She hasn't answered my calls or texts lately so now I'm honestly really concerned. She's a good friend and I'd hate to think there's nothing I can do to help her out with whatever this is about.

>>324329

Give her the D you dense motherfucker! And don't stop until she's got a baby growing in there!

>>324647

Why does it have breasts and udders?

Do Hakutakus count as moos?

>>324672

>>324660

>>324653

>>324649

What the fuck did I miss

>>324728

just dumb cringe, stop derailing the thread.

Also hakutakus are yaks.

>>331350

i bet i'd beardicus would like the one in the middle

>>331271

I want all 3 for christmas.

>>331271

Which is objectively best: sideboob, aboveboob, or underboob?

>>341654

i wanna say the middle girl, but that's just me

>>354589

They're simple but I think that's got mote to do with their wants and desires, not so much their intelligence.

>Be me

>Offer to help married friend clear some shrubbery at his house since I got nothing better to do

>We get about halfway though uprooting the bushes when the clopping of hooves catches my attention

<"Hi Anon, what are you doing?"

>Moofriend. She must have been out for a walk, or stalking me.

>"Yard work", I reply bluntly.

<"I can see. Would you like some help?"

>Turn to married bro, says the sooner we get sone the sooner we can drink and tosses her his pair of gloves before heading inside to grab another for himself.

>Can hear his wife nag him about draghing dirt inside and chuckle to myself before grabbing some thorny thing by the base

>Moofriend is dressed well enough for yard work, a pair of jeans and some pink and white top.

>Jeans seem pretty tight on her though. Must be kinda hard for her to find clothes.

>Or so I tell myself.

>Lift the plant out of the ground as I stand up and toss it into the pile behind us. If only the rest were so small.

>Moofriend is having a pretty easy time of it, humming some tune to herself as she breaks branches and uproots plants

>Shoulda figured a girl like her would like to work with plants.

>Bro comes back out with his new gloves on and we spend the rest of the work in silence. Aside from our Holstaur friend's humming, anyway.

>It's quite a pleasant melody, though I've never heard it before. Seems to make the work go by a lot faster too.

>Bro brings his truck around and we toss the shrubbery into the bed. Job's done, time for beer.

>I remove my gloves and wipe some sweat off my brow when Moofriend gasps.

<"Anon! You're bleeding!"

>Take a look at my hand, sure enough my right hand has got a few cuts on the knuckles and one in the palm"

>"Huh. So I am. No big de-"

>Moofriend grabs my hand before I can finish, looking it over like some amateur nurse.

<"We gotta clean it up right now before it gets infected"

>"Calm down it's not serious. This kind of stuff happens"

>Pull my hand away and start to walk off to wash my hands, but Moofriend grabs my arm and starts hauling me towards the porch where she left her purse.

>She's a lot stronger than she looks.

>Suddenly remember what hallens when her species sees red and my heart starts to go into overdrive.

>Try to pull away but she's got me in an iron grip.

>Audibly gulp.

>Moofriend turns to me, looking more concerned.

<"Anon? Are you feeling ok?"

>Can't manage to say anything. Kinda wondering why she's so calm instead of tackling me in some bestial lust.

<"Anon?"

>"N-nothing"

>Moofriend sighs and grabs a little first aid kit out of her bag. She's quick with her actions, wiping down my hand with disinfecting wipes and covering each cit in a band aide.

>They even have little hearts on them. How embarrassing.

>"Thanks…. I guess"

<"You're welcome, Anon", she says confidently, putting her hands on her considerable hips, looking triumphant.

>"Suppose I owe ya one, huh?"

>She stops looking triumphant and blinks in disbelief.

<"Huh? Really?"

>"Uh, well-"

>Moofriend unleashes an exceptionally girly squeal and grabs me up in the biggest hug she can manage.

>Her wonderfully huge, squishy boobs cushion what could otherwise be a crushing bear hug quite comfy.

>Almost forget where I am until my married bro comes out, a six pack of beer in his hand.

>"Heh. Didn't know you had a girl who's so sweet on ya there, Anon"

>Moofriend eeps and lets me go, her face turning beet red as ahe does so.

>"Just gimme a beer", I tell him, reaching my bandaged hand out expectantly

>Bro notices the hearts on the bandages and and laughs at me before tossing me my beer.

>Roll my eyes and sit down as I crack the can open and take a swig.

>Moofriend sits down next to me, nkt taking her eyes off me.

>Get a little uncomfortable with her staring and ask her what's up.

<"You said you owe me one, Anon", she says quietly "

>"Yeah?"

<"Well….. If that's the case I's like you to do something for me"

>"Dare I ask what?"

<"Come with me on the rest of my walk?"

>"Looks like you gpt yourself a date, Anon!"

>I sigh as married bro laughs at me. Moofriend looks a little worried I'll turn her down.

>Down the rest of my beer and stand up.

>"It appears I do. Have fun unloading all that shit"

>"Oh I will. You have friend with your cow now"

>Flip him off as I start walking off Moofriend quickly catching up to me, smiling wider than I've ever seen her do.

<"It's just to the park and back to my place, Anon, but I'm glad you're xominf with me"

>"Eh… Your company is better than that prick's right now anyway"

>She chuckles and looks like she wants to make a grab for my hand, but hesitates.

<"I guess I'll take that as a conpliment then, Anon"

>"Let's just get keep going", I say as I pat her shoulder.

>She lets out another girly squeal and grabs me by my bandaged hand and picks up the pace.

>Looks like this is gonna be a busier day than I thought.

>>356172

Nice but needs proofreading

>>356193

noticed too damn late. pisses me off

>>297004

Beef, yes. Meat, no. I'd just start eating more fish and chicken.

>>306905

In a daze I push open the heavy oak door to the bar and walk over to my usual seat. I hardly register the sound of some sort of freeform jazz as I slump into the leather wrapped bar stool.

"Back so soon, hon?", the bartender asks. I look up from the polished wooden bar and put on my best weary smile.

"You known I'm hopeless without you, Kirimi". She responds with a scoff and chuckles, holding her lithe hand in front of her mouth as she does.

"Yes, I'm sure you say that to all the Danuki who sell you alcohol"

"Well you are the only Danuki I know, so that isn't saying much"

"It is not, but far be it from me to urge you to find someone else". I grin and place my arm on the bar and rest my cheek in the palm of my hand, looking up at her.

"What? You afraid I'll find someone who serves me for less and doesn't give me sass?" Kirimi rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips, leaning forward slightly, showing off the modest amount of cleavage she exposes with her speakeasy style get-up.

"So what would you like, hon?", she asks.

"That's better", I reply, sitting upright. "I'll take some scotch to start me off, please. Bourbon Barrel Reserve, neat, if you please"

"Oh? You have some good news? You never order that without something good happening to you"

"I can't just feel like wanting it?", I ask incrediously.

"Not your style", She says as she gently places a perfectly cleaned and polished rocks glass along with a small shot glass. She fills the shot glass with water from a purifying pitcher without spilling a drop, then wiping the rim of the vessel with a soft towel as she puts it away. Next she grabs the long, blue labeled bottle of light copper-colored alcohol and pours about two ounces worth into the rocks glass, then smoothly slides them over to me. She produces a small silver spoon and twirls it around in her hand before gently setting it down next to the shot glass full of water and gives me a slight bow. "For the gentleman's pleasure". I hand her my card and grab my scotch and sip it, it burns as it goes down my throat and leaves a sweet, caramel note to remember it by.

"Good stuff".

"Goes with the good news you've yet to share".

"Don't worry about it", I reply as I drop a bit of water into the scotch and swirl the glass around. Kirimi huffs indignantly and goes to serve the other customers. It's a slow weekday night, just me and a few other regulars. Suddenly the door opens and this orange haired guy with a confident grin on his face saunters in. He heads right towards the stool next to mine and swivels around to face me with a hand outstretched, which I grasp firmly.

>>362864

"Hi, Max", I greet. His toothy smile widens even further and in his enthusiasm, he grabs hold my shoulder with enough force to make my scotch threaten to spill out of its glass from the vibration.

"Anon! Always good to see you!", he cheers before embracing me in brotherly hug. I smile, thankful I remembered to let go of my drink and return his gesture. He releases me when he's satisfied and turns on his seat to face our bemused Danuki bartender. "Hello, Kirimi! The usual, if you please". She nods with a smile and sets about procuring the tools and ingredients for his drink, an Old Fashioned made with rye whiskey instead of bourbon.

I roll my eyes and turn back to my simple glass of scotch, imbibing another sip as I watch Kirimi perform complete Max's order. I have to admit her timing is impeccable, only striking the sugar cube with muddler(or whatever it's called) once the angostura bitters have been completely absorbed. A dash of distilled water is added to help it dissolve before she deposits a clear ice ball that just fits inside the glass as she stirs, adding the rye whiskey once the sugar has completely dissolved in the water. She retracts her mixing spoon and wipes it off on one fluid motion before bringing put a slice of orange peel, which she twists and shapes all around the glass before placing the garnish on the far rim of the glass in the shape of a heart. Max has never failed to be impressed by this and gives a small clap, much to Kirimi's joy.

He takes a sip of his cocktail and makes a very exaggerated "Mmmm" as he shifts positions to face me again. I don't have much to say and instead take another sip of my scotch. Max sniffs and his face once again lights up upon recognizing the aroma of my choice of scotch.

"Oh? Something good happen?", he asks as he begins to play with the his orange peel garnish.

"Not really. Had the day off and then got called into work because someone decided to short out half the building. Something about renovations gong wrong, I dunno", I reply and take yet another sip.

"So extra pay then?", Max probed. Instead of saying anything, my form of reply was to just tilt my head a little and stare blankly at him. "Oh, right"

"I already tried getting the information out of him, Max. No luck", Kirimi butted in, causing Max to chuckle.

"Yeah, that's how Anon is. If he doesn't wanna tell us something there's no way to find out. Not unless we get him pretty drunk, that is"

"What? You offering?", I asked, looking at the bottom of my now empty rocks glass.

"Nah. I'm sure your wife would kill me if you showed up stinking of booze again", Max replies. I barely registered that I was tracing my fingers around my grandfather's wedding ring as I lied that indeed, she would be. A thought started creeping into my mind, that I'd very much like to go back to the park tomorrow.

"Anon?", I hear Kirimi call, snapping my attention to her.

"Uh… yeah?", I ask, trying to keep the quickly vanishing thought.

"Will you be having anything else?", the Danuki asks, a little exasperated.

"Sure", I reply. "More scotch, please. Keep it an open tab"

"Sure thing, hon", Kirimi replies, smiling strangely. I try to think about what reason she'd have to smile like that, like she was smug about something, when Max calls my attention to his phone. Something dumb about protests at the Mamono Gates, I just shrug and wait for Kirimi to pour me some more scotch. The rest of the night goes this way, Max comes up with some point of conversation while Kirimi keeps my glass full. I vaguely remember getting back home and falling on my bed, not looking forward to the inevitable hangover.

When I awoke the next day with my pounding headache I was once more at a loss about what I wanted to do. Since the emergency at work had ruined my day off, the boss had given me a free extra day to make up for it. The pounding in my head seemed to decide for me, which was to walk down through the park towards a greasy spoon diner and get something to make it go away since I'm too lazy to make anything. I haul my carcass into the shower and get dressed, slipping on grandad's silver wedding band as I head out the door. It's only about ten minutes before I get to the park and on the path, I see that cow girl from yesterday.

>>362877

probably a lot more proud, stubborn and more assertive compared to their cousins.

>>363048

Surprisingly small-framed but much tougher.

>>363056

<"Don't let my size fool ya, China! I'm as tough as they come and still soft all over. Think you can be a man among men an' make a wife out of me?"

>>362865

She's sitting at the same bench I had met her at yesterday, though this time dressed in a long summer dress with all sorts of flowers set against a white background. I find the dress is the most outstanding part since growing up hardly any women dressed like that. I walk down the path with a little hesitation, but my growling stomach and pounding headache urge me onwards.

"Oh! Mr. Anon?", I hear the familiar soft, friendly voice pipe up. I turn to my left and, indeed, it's the cow girl from the other day, a slight smile on her face.

"Um, yeah. Ms. Helena, isn't it?", I ask, suddenly very grateful I was wearing sunglasses as I couldn't help but notice how well she filled out her dress.

"Y-yes. Fancy seeing you here", she answers.

"Yeah, I got the day off so I figured I'd go get something greasy to eat", I reply as I rub my sore head.

"That doesn't sound very wholesome. Does your wife not know how to cook?", the cow asks, pointing at the silver ring on my finger.

"Um… Ah..", I begin to stutter. "A-actually she's away, visiting her mom so I'm on my own", I lie, hoping she buys it. She blinks a few times in puzzlement and I feel a bit of sweat trickle across my brow.

"How come you didn't go with her?", she asks innocently as she tilts her head.

"Herrr mom doesn't like me very much and I didn't want to cause any problems", I fib again, nervously fiddling with my hands in my jean pockets.

"Oh, well that's sad, isn't it?", she asks as I felt as if my brain was ready to burst through my skull.

"Yeah, well, What can you do?", I say with a shrug. "Until she gets back I gotta feed myself somehow"

"Oh… Well it was nice talking with you!", she says, taking the hint.

"You too, Helena. Have a good day", I say as I start walking away. I sneak a last glance at her as I round the corner, she's all smiles as she sits there, enjoying the sights and sounds of the park and the coy pond. I can't help but smile as I look at her, but my hangover demands more attention from me.

(slow going to get things going again, and I apologize)

>>363201

Take your time man, enjoying it so far.

>>363201

I make my way out of the diner, clutching my styrofoam and aluminum foil wrapped precious cargo tightly to my chest, my stomach growling loudly with anticipation and a bit of drool running down my chin. "Drunky's Special" written on the top in bold sharpie. The heavenly, hearty, greasy and delicious smell beckons me to open it immediately and devour the contents within, but no! I refuse to share even the sight of my treasure with others, it's all for me, only to be enjoyed in the privacy of my apartment…. with some of the hair of the hound that bit me too.

My path home leads me back the way I came through the park, and I manage to note that Helena the cow girl is not sitting at the bench. It does not matter, all that matters is making it home before my food gets cold. Then, a high-pitched wailing breaks me out of my food lust and snaps me back into the reality of people and hangovers. The source is a kid, some kind of bird girl, tied upside down to a tree. The poor thing is crying her eyes out, and I look around to see if anyone else has noticed, not really in the mood to deal with this.

"Oh! Anon! Mr. Anon", a now familiar voice calls. Sure enough Helena is running towards me, bosom bouncing bodaciously as does. Her bra must be amazing if it keeps those things from smacking her in the face, but any further thoughts like that are wiped from my mind once she catches up to me. "Can you help?", she pleads. "Whoever did that tied the knots too well for me to get them off myself". Her hands are clasped in front of her chest, begging me. Much as I would want to just go home and eat my hangover cure, I can't refuse.

"Yeah, I can help", I reply, sighing a bit. She doesn't hesitate once I answer, grabbing my right hand and dragging me over towards the tree in a brisk running pace, and I somehow manage to hold onto my breakfast one-handed as she does.

I set my box down on the grass once Helena releases my hand and kneel to get a better look at the avian kid. [i]'Looks like fishing line. Gonna leave a mark'[i], I think to myself. I stand up and grab my knife put of my right pocket, but keep it folded up. "Helena, I need you to distract her while I cut her down", I say very frankly. "If you can calm her down, this will be over a lot faster".

"Okay", Helena replies with a determined nod. I motion for her to do her thing and the big cow gets herself down to the little bird's level as best she can.

"Ssssshhh. Hey, it's alright",we'll get you down", I hear her say as I make my way over. The Harpy calms down a little but, but tears are still pouring from her eyes. Helena strokes her little cheeck while I step around the back of the tree and press the button on my knife. I can see the bird's ear twitch as the blade snaps into place and she whimpers again(easy to forget how good beast-Mamono hearing is), prompting me to finish this up fast. I place my blade against the trunk of the tree and work my way down, the fishing line snapping cleanly.

The kid squawks as gravity does its thing, but Helena catches her and pulls her into a hug once she's right-side up. I close my knife and return it to my pocket and spare a passing glance at our rescued little girl nuzzling Helena's bouncy chest. A sweet sight, to be sure but my stomach refuses to wait any longer. I walk with tunnel vision towards my packaged hangover cure, which is still warm when I pick it up, but my attention is soon drawn to a tight sensation around my leg. I look down and slide my sunglasses up my head, sure enough it's the Harpy kid, looking up at me with big violet eyes.

>>363715

I realized I forgot to finish reformatting this. Unforgivable

Would holstaur milk taste different based on their diet?

Would a drunkard holstaur leak white russians?

>>363797

Hakutakus probably have rice milk.

>>363797

Yes it would. If cows get into onion grass you get an "interesting" flavor.

>>363810

>Watching Napoleon Dynamite.

>Milk tasting scene.

>"Can you really tell?"

>Mom, the former farmgirl. "Yes, yes you can."

I feel sorry for the Italian holstarur lover. Her milk must have garlic undertones.

>>363797

Alcoholic cow girls mmm

>>363797

bog standard holstaur milk tastes like vanilla

>>363813

So it would be like drinking alfredo sauce?

>>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.