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9e7898 No.318503 [Last50 Posts]

Hello friends.

I decided to make a new thread because I don't want to spam another friend with my gay bullshit. I want to make content, something for you guys to read because I'm a shit artist. I've written a bunch of stories for you guys in the past, but those aren't important. I have an idea for a few greentext stories, so you guys can pick which one I should focus on.

>A Cheshire is locked out of Wonder Land and forced to adapt to life in the normal world.

>A pilot of a galactic navy crash lands on a strange world where monsters keep humans as quasi-pets.

>A man who's down on his luck is taken to a get-away camp by his friend. But when the night comes and the moon rises, the camp is attacked by a horde of monsters. The man has to find out the reason for this attack before sunrise or be lost forever. Halloween """horror""" story.

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1b2e1f No.318507

>>318503

>>A Cheshire is locked out of Wonder Land and forced to adapt to life in the normal world.

This because I had thought about writing one just like this but scrapped it because I'm working on too many different things at once.

Even if this doesn't get chosen, I'm intrigued by all three and would probably read whatever- as long as it's not NTR.

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70dd9a No.318514

>A man who's down on his luck is taken to a get-away camp by his friend. But when the night comes and the moon rises, the camp is attacked by a horde of monsters. The man has to find out the reason for this attack before sunrise or be lost forever. Halloween """horror""" story.

I like this one.

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b54aa8 No.318521

>>318514

This.

It's October, we could use a little ""horror.""

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43946a No.318724

>>318503

>A Cheshire is locked out of Wonder Land and forced to adapt to life in the normal world.

I like this one the most.

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77b458 No.318725

Spookymas month is now, I think a horror story could be a good change of pace here.

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9e7898 No.318731

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So it's 3 for spooks and 2 for Cheshire. I'll just do the halloween story first and then move on the Cheshire story when that's done. Except the start tomorrow.

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9e7898 No.319087

>Life almost never goes your way, especially recently.

>It started with the lay offs, you weren't needed anymore, same for about twenty others.

>It also turns out the “love” your girlfriend had for you was very conditional. She grew distant after the lay off, then hostile, then she flat out just left.

>This took about a week.

>You needed someone to talk to, just to vent a little bit or to hear a friendly voice. So you called your parents.

>But, they were on vacation in the Bahamas.

>They were too busy having fun and relaxing to actually listen to you, so you just kind of lied and said everything was fine and “just wanted to check up”.

>You talked for about two minutes before they got called away to some other adventure.

>So now you're alone, in an apartment you can't afford, completely alone.

>You start to plan on what to do next until rent is due. Maybe you can scrounge some money and have someplace to sleep for another month?

>Or maybe you should just call it quits and set up your van so you can sleep in the back.

>But while you pondered, the buzzer rang suddenly.

>You jumped and shook your head, standing up and approaching the intercom.

>”Who is it?” You asked.

>”Hey, dude!” A familiar voice greeted you. “Lemme in, I wanna talk to you about something.”

>”It was Justin. He's been your friend since high school.

>He's not the closest friend you've ever had. But he seems to enjoy bringing you along to a lot of the events and gatherings he goes to. Crazy partying isn't really your thing, but it's the thought that counts.

>You buzz him in and walk to your front door, you can hear him jogging, almost running down the hall.

>You open the door before he arrives and he swings with a hand against the frame. He gives you a stupid smile, his hair spiked up and dyed blond, like he never left the 90s.

>”Whats up?” You asked, letting him in.

>”Alright dude, hear me out.” He started, straightening his red jacket. “Camping.”

>”Camping?” You repeated. “What, like tents and shit?”

>”No, like, you know, with cabins, and bonfires, and a dining hall, and games and shit.”

>”Like fucking summer camp?” You crossed your arms. “What are you, ten?”

>”I know it sounds lame, but a bunch of people are going!”

>”Yeah, kids.” You joke.

>”No, dude, like-” He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself from his own excitement, clearly frustrated by your act. “Like, with beer, and music, and party, and chicks and stuff!”

>”This is starting to sound like some kind of frat movie.” You told him.

>”I know, right?” He asked with a smile. “It's going to be awesome! You gotta come, bro, you can't make me go alone!”

>”So what, am I your date now?” you joked.

>”No, but I heard what happened to you and Stacy, and I thought that maybe you could just let loose and go nuts for a couple of days.” He said. “Maybe find some girl or just drink or hang out or do whatever.”

>”That's…Oddly sincere.” You stated.

>”So, whaddya say?” He asked.

>You gave it some thought. “It's uh…Only humans, right?”

>”Beats me.” He said. “Probably going to be some monsters there, but probably only the tamer ones.”

>Justin knows about your little phobia, you had it before you knew him. You still got the scar on your chest from that werecat back in elementary school… Ever since then you've always been a bit uneasy around the monster folk…

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9e7898 No.319089

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>>319087

>You sighed and finally gave in. “Alright, fine, I'm game.”

>”Awesome!” Justin cheered. “Good thing too, because I already reserved us a cabin to crash in.”

>”What, really?”

>”Do you know how fast they were being rented out? I couldn't wait to ask you.”

>Justin began to point finger guns at you as he backed towards the door.

>”I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, alright?” He told you. “Make sure you got the necessities. Extra clothing, tooth brush, more undies, you know.”

>The two of you said your farewells and you closed the door. You took a deep breath, maybe it'll help to just get your mind off things for a bit? It's just a few days, what could go wrong?

>You were up by 8:00 AM and ready by 9:00 AM.

>Justin didn't show up until noon.

>”Morning, my ass.” You said while the two of you walked to his car.

>”Hey, sorry man, I slept in.” He laughed.

>You threw your things into the back and took your place in the passenger seat.

>”So where is this thing anyway?” You asked.

>”Camp Hummingbird, by Hummingbird lake.” He told you.

>”Never heard of it.”

>”It's been out of use for a few years now. But it's not like it's a complete mess or anything, they just had to do some dusting and make sure the electricity wouldn't start a fire.”

>”Out of use. It's not haunted, is it?” You asked.

>”Course not. At least, I don't think so.”

>”Maybe there's a serial killer stalking the camp or something.” You add on.

>”Well if there is we can kick his ass together!”

>Justin was a foot shorter than you and thin as a rail. He basically got through life by his looks alone. You don't really seem him taking down any crazy killer anytime soon.

>Still, the idea kind of made you want to laugh.

>The trip would take some time, but luckily the two of you had music and one another's company.

>You talked about the usual. Video games, whatever you're watching, the comic books Justin was reading, his idea for a new comic book since his last one failed to get past it's second issue.

>Maybe this time he'll hit it out of the park?

>It was a peaceful journey, the bustle of the city giving way for the solitude of the great outdoors, pine trees as far as the eye can see, as well as the occasional signs of wildlife.

>The ride lasted for a few hours, just enough time for you to enjoy the tranquil silence before you could suddenly hear the music booming in the distance.

>You arrived at the camp a little past 5:00 PM. There were already people talking and setting up for the night.

>”Look at that!” Justin could barely contain himself. “You ready to party, bro?”

>”Ready to get wasted, maybe.” You told him.

>He pulled into the parking lot and practically catapulted out of the car as soon as the engine was turned off.

>”This is going to be sweet!” He said, raising his arms into the air.

>You grabbed your things from the back and slung the bag over your shoulder. “So where are we staying?”

>”At the other side of the camp.” He told you “Nabbed one of those councilor cabins with the separate rooms, so two rooms just for you and me.”

>”Sounds good.” You nodded.

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9e7898 No.319090

>>319089

>You watched some of the people as you passed by.

>Nothing too out of the ordinary, people drinking, eating, talking, doing something to pass the time like throw a ball around or play some kind of game.

>Others were standing around and planning little events to do, it was just like summer camp, but with more booze.

>Something caught your eye, a tail to be exact.

>A girl was sitting at the bench talking to another girl, she had long brown hair and was wearing a grey college team hoodie. Two dog-like ears sat on top of her head, and a tail gently swished behind her.

>Your heart raced, but only for a split second. You had your qaulms, but you weren't all that extremist about it.

>A kobold is a kobold, a kobold never hurt anybody.

>She didn't pay you any mind, so you didn't pay her.

>Justin led you to the cabin after getting the key from one of the event planners. He let you inside and the two of you found your rooms.

>”Remember to knock before entering, alright?” He told you. “Never know what I'm doing.”

>”Sure thing.” You shrugged. “Wouldn't want to catch you in your footie pajamas.”

>”Whats wrong with my Jammies?” He asked.

>The two of you made your way back to where the majority of the people were.

>Although people were spread all over camp by now. Doing whatever.

>”Lots of cute girls here, huh?” Justin asked you with a nudge.

>You gave a look around, some of them weren't really on the “Looker” side but most of them were pretty attractive.

>Though you didn't feel like trying to pick up anyone here…

>Justin vanished for awhile after you found a bench to sit on.

>You expected him to start mingling with the party goers, but he came back a few minutes later with two drinks.

>You talked for awhile, letting other outliers join in on your conversations.

>There was Bill, a college student who got in on a football scholarship, now playing quarterback. But he heard Justin talk about a less than mainstream video game and just kind of nudged into the conversation, finding someone else to talk to about it.

>Liam, a apprentice carpenter, was basically out here just to make friends, and politely asked if he could hang out with you guys.

>And Cassandra, someone Justin and you knew in high school, you knew she always had a crush on Justin. The three of you caught up before continuing your little party.

>You had lost track of time, it was nice to just be able to joke around and talk about things you usually cant talk about.

>The moon had been up in the sky for some time, taking it's place as the sun began to set.

>As you looked up into the twilight sky, getting first glimpse of the stars as they began to peek out, you noticed something.

>You narrowed your eyes on it and took a step forward.

>”Hey.” You called out to the others.

>”Whats up?” Justin asked in return, stepping up beside you.

>”That big black ball in the sky… What is that?”

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665f24 No.319099

>>319090

you have my attention

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87f81f No.319147

>>319090

I demand more

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70dd9a No.319151

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>>319090

Go on.

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ed4b3a No.319224

>>318503

What has Raziel got to do with any of this

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9e7898 No.319231

>>319090

>The effects were slow at first.

>The sky began to fog, and what was left of the sun in the sky began to dim.

>Soon the moon became larger and brighter, and the sky began to darken until not even the stars were visible.

>It was pitch black out, with the only source of light being the side lamps of the camp itself, and who ever had a flash light or some other device on them.

>Murmurs started to spread across the camp after someone cut the music, drawing more attention to the darkness that had suddenly covered the camp.

>"Guys…What's going on?" Justin asked.

>"How the hell should I know?" You responded.

>Soon the blackness was so thick you couldn't see outside of the party, save for a few cabin lights in the distance.

>"Okay…This is really weird." Liam spoke up.

>Suddenly, the discussion was cut short.

>One of the other girls at the party started screaming, followed by a flurry of other shouts.

>"What the fuck!?" One man cried out as he was pulled to the ground by something.

>He tried to grab on to the grass before others managed to reach for his arms, holding on to his wrist as something from the shadows pulled on him.

>The thing pulling him was too powerful, and the last you heard was his screams as he was pulled into the darkness, vanishing into the distance with an echo.

>People were terrified now, expectantly. You and the rest of your group decided to stick together in the center of the party under a light.

>You saw from the corner of your eye, a confused and stumbling man be flung into the darkness, like something grabbed his shirt and pulled him away.

>Followed by another.

>Then one of the women attending the party was dragged away.

>You looked to Justin who was trying to get a hold of the authorities on his cell phone.

>"I'm not getting a reception, dude!" He shouted.

>"What, why!?" You asked. "We're not even that far away from any towers!"

>Another man was pulled into the darkness, and that this point your attackers stopped playing games.

>A flurry of humanoid figures rushed into the light, tackling party goers to the ground.

>Some were dragged away, others were mounted by the attackers.

>You could hear more screaming in the distance, other campers who were elsewhere were being attacked now.

>You managed to stop and calm down, getting a good look at the invaders. It didn't take you long to figure out what was going on.

>Slim, lithe, thick, short and tall, all different shapes and sizes. All female, all of them attacking humans, didn't matter if it was male or female.

>Some of them were on two legs, some of them had the lower bodies of spiders, others had arms resembling bird wings, swooping down from the darkness and grabbing a runaway with their talons.

>Monsters, the entire camp was being attacked by monsters.

>You felt someone tug on your shirt and instantly moved to fight back, only to realize that it was Justin.

>"We gotta go, dude!" He said, showing the keys in his hands.

>You nodded and looked to the other three that had joined your party, waving at them to follow along to Justin's car.

>You tried to make a run for it, charging into the darkness in hopes that you could escape

>But you came to a halt, almost falling to your backside once your eyes adjusted to the darkness.

>The way to the parking lot was blocked off, the gate closed and surrounded by monsters now having their way with any party goer they got their hands on.

>A large, towering monster stomped on eight, furry legs into your vision from the left. Her human-like upper torso then turned to you.

>A wicked grin cut across her face, one that made your blood run cold.

>"Other way…" You told the others. "Other way!'

>You turned back and headed deeper into the camp, doing your best to avoid any orgy that had just erupted around the camp.

>As you ran, you saw others making their escape, either finding a place to hide or taking their chances in the woods. You didn't like the latter all that much.

>After some running, you saw the cabin that Justin booked at the end of the gravel road.

>You ran ahead and opened the door, letting anyone following you inside before slamming the door closed.

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9e7898 No.319258

>>319231

>The screaming and shouting continued for a few more minutes before the camp suddenly went dead silent.

>It was eerie, terrifying, the pitch black didn't do much to calm the pounding in your chest.

>"What the hell do we do man!?" Justin panicked.

>"I thought you had a thing for monsters?" You asked, not taking your eye off the window.

>"This is different, man! They get us and that's it! We never come back."

>"What do you mean?" You asked, finally turning to him.

>"They take you…Somewhere, I don't know, okay!? Stuff like this has happened before, monsters drag you into the dark, and you just never come back! Th-They'll eat us! Or sacrifice us or something!"

>"They're not going to eat us!" You told him, surprisingly being the voice of reason. "I may be a big pussy, but even I know monsters don't do that…"

>You stopped and looked around. "Wait a minute. Where are the others?"

>"Others?" Justin asked.

>"That Liam guy and Cassie…And- and that football guy…"

>"Bill." Justin said.

>"Yeah, that guy." You looked back outside. "They were following us, right?"

>"Y-yeah… Yeah, yeah, I know they were!"

>You cursed and flicked off the lights, drawing your cell phone out and turning on the flashlight feature.

>"Don't point any lights at the windows." You told Justin. "We need to take a look around."

>"Right…Yeah okay, I got you." Justin drew his own cellphone and pointed the light at the ground.

>You went through the cabinets, finding some batteries in the drawer in the lounge area.

>Finally, you found a real flashlight underneath the kitchen sink, a heavy duty one, large and heavy enough to cave someone's skull it. Not that you would want to.

>"Guess this'll have to do." you sigh. "You got your keys, right?"

>"Yeah they're right…" Justin suddenly froze. "Oh no… No no no no no."

>"You dropped the fucking keys, didn't you!?" You asked him.

>"It was an accident! They were in my hand and now they're not!"

>"Ffffu-.ssshit." You couldn't find the right curse. "Alright, we'll find your keys, hopefully find the other three on the way out, then drive back to town and get help. Good?"

>"Y-yeah, good."

>"Ready to go?"

>"Yeah!"

>"Really?"

>"Right behind you!" He assured.

>You paused at the door, looked towards the ground, and sighed. "You're scared shitless."

>"I can barely walk straight." He admits.

>"Are we talking panic scared or lock up scared?"

>"A little bit of both?" He tells you.

>You let out a long, drawn out sigh again.

>"Alright, look around the house, these places usually have those portable lanterns lying around. ONLY turn it on if you absolutely need to. Find a place to hide, I'll be back in a bit."

>"Are… Are you sure?" He asked.

>"I'll drawn less attention on my own." You told him. "I'll find your keys and get back here as soon as I can. I just need to retrace our steps."

>"Okay…I'll hold down the fort."

>You nod and slowly open the door, peeking out into the darkness before entering the quiet outdoors.

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9e7898 No.319338

>>319258

>You stepped outside with an audible thud on the gravel, enough to make you tense up.

>It was warmer than before, and there was a sickeningly sweet scent of strawberry in the air.

>You had to pinch your nose for a moment, adjust to the smell. It was getting a bit hot under the collar as well. Maybe all the monsters in one area was affecting the environment?

>It was also quiet, ghostly, terrifyingly silent. After the music and good times and then the screaming and shouting, this was bone chilling to say the least.

>You thought you would at the very least hear some going on's between the monsters and their catches.

>Everything was hazy, the darkness didn't help either.

>But you could still make out a few glimpses of light in the shroud, most likely cabins that didn't get their lights turned off before the attack.

>You kept the flash light off, only turning it on every now and then for a second to look at the ground in front of you, hopefully you would find Justin's key.

>It felt like a thousand eyes were watching you, but they would have attacked if they knew you were here, right?

>Carefully, you advanced, step after step, following the same dirt road you took to get to the cabin.

>You would brush with your foot every dew steps, hoping that you would touch the keys with your foot.

>You felt something, just a plastic cup, then a dropped cellphone.

>It felt like you were entering a dangerous cave.

>Deeper, deeper , deeper, until you were only meters away from the party site.

>But this wasn't the furthest you traveled, you were almost at the parking lot before you had to turn around.

>You took another look around, something caught your eye.

>Something gleaming in the grass against the lights of the party center.

>You narrowed your eyes, those had to be the keys.

>You gulped down the lump in your throat, it was quite the distance, and you would be completely visible.

>Though at the same time, you didn't know just how much night vision monsters have. For all you knew, they were watching you right now.

>But then, you heard something. Whispering, not far off.

>You froze and looked around with your eyes.

>"Come on, dude." You heard a whisper again.

>Two men, crouched over, slowly walked into the light. One had orange, curly hair and was wearing a button top shirt, the other was wearing a beanie and a hockey hoodie.

>"It was here somewhere…" The orange haired one said, looking around. "I saw someone drop their keys here…"

>That settled it.

>You took a step forward, still crouched over, and tried to reach them with a little more audible whisper.

>"Hey…!" You hissed. "Hey…! Over here…!"

>The two froze and then looked towards you, the hoodie'd man put his hand on the other's arm before you spoke again.

>"Get out of the light…!" You hissed again. "Get over here…!"

>The orange haired man seemed to want to approach you, but something grabbed his friend by the leg.

>The hoodie'd man yelped and fell to the ground, a long strand of webbing had wrapped around his leg.

>"H-help me!" He cried out as he was slowly being dragged away.

>"Hold on, dude!" The orange haired man called out, grabbing on to his arm.

>You cursed and stood up, ready to help, but stopped yourself as a third party entered the fray.

>"Grab'em!" One yelled out.

>The orange haired man was suddenly tackled in the stomach by a short woman with a nubly tail and round, grey, fuzzy ears. He made a sound as four more identical looking girls joined in on the tackle.

>He fell to the ground and struggled, but the mouse girls all giggled as they put weight on his limbs.

>"Nice catch, sis!" One told the other.

>"What about his friend?" The third asked. "We could go two for two?"

>"Nah, don't want to make the spider-lady over there angry." The apparent leader said. "Come on, lets get him somewhere more intimate!"

>He struggled and cursed, but couldn't stop them as the lifted him by the limbs and rushed off into the dark with him, laughing and talking in an excited tone the entire time.

>You took a deep breath. "Sorry, fellas."

>Then, you rushed into the light and towards the keys. You slid across the grass and rolled to grab them, before springing back to your feet and fleeing back into the darkness.

>"Oh shit, oh shit!" You said to yourself, almost crashing into a park bench on reentry of the darkness.

>Got the keys, just need to get back to Justin.

>You hurried back, keeping off the road this time and gripping the keys like it was keeping you alive.

>Luckily, no incident on your way to the cabin, you opened the door slowly and entered.

>"Justin!" You called out, making sure no to yell. "Justin, I got them!"

>No answer.

>Your heart sank in your chest, and you began to look around. Room to room you called his name. You even got desperate and turned on your flash light a few times.

>"Justin!" You finally spoke louder.

>No answer.

>Justin was gone.

>It was just you now.

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9e7898 No.319349

>>319338

>You sat on the couch in the dark lounge and wiped your hand through your hair.

>Where the hell did he go? Did something get in and catch him?

>Or did he panic and run off to find you?

>Either way, you're on your own now.

>But…You can't just leave.

>Justin is your oldest friend.

>Sure he's hyperactive, and can be annoying at times, but he's always had your back.

>…You should have his.

>You needed a plan, the camp was huge.

>It wouldn't be out of place replacing camp crystal lake in some Friday the 13th movie.

>First, you needed a map. You didn't want to get lost.

>There were street signs on the road between cabin and activity areas, so you could go by landmarks.

>If Justin was captured, then they must have taken him some place more secluded. The monsters didn't waste time making off with their catches when this all started.

>And the others…Liam, Bill, and Cassie. If they were still around, then you couldn't just leave them out here.

>You met Liam and Bill today, but you want to believe they'd do the same for you…

>If there were any maps around, they would be at the main office…

>But is it safe there? Or was it turned to some sort of base by the monsters?

>…Only one way to find out.

>You once again braved the terrible dark.

>If the silence was terrifying before, now it was just foreboding. Something changed in the air again…

>You remembered where the office was, it wasn't far.

>Low you crept, keeping your head down and making sure to dodge the lamp posts and any other kind of illumination.

>Flashlight was just for emergencies, if you just followed the trails and lights, you should be fine.

>The cabin a few meters away had it's lights on, you looked inside on the way past, nobody was there, not even a sound.

>You continued down the trail unopposed until you found your destination.

>There was a single light inside from the back room window, but it shut off a minute later.

>"That can't be good." You told yourself.

>Front door may not be a good idea. So instead you moved around the building.

>You begged for there to be a back door, and lucky for you, there was.

>You crept in slowly, letting your eyes adjust to the total darkness.

>It was a hallway, one door leading to the front, and another leading to what you thought would be an office.

>The room that the light came from was at the end of the hall, so you did your best to avoid that.

>The front would have camp brochures, and most likely a map, if they didn't clean it out before abandoning it that is.

>So you entered the visiting center and began to look through the shelves, using the light from your phone to see what you were looking at.

>Event planners, agendas, nothing actually useful…

>Wait, hold on!

>A map!

>You sighed with relief and folded it into your pocket. Time to get out of here…

>But as you crouched back down, you felt a presence behind you.

>And before you could react, something muffled your mouth and pulled you downwards.

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9e7898 No.319353

>>319349

>You struggled against the grip, a fur covered paw pressed it's pads against your mouth and something held you close to it's chest.

>But you managed to pry yourself from the grip and swung around, shining your flashlight on your attacker.

>It was the Kobold from the party!? She yelped and covered her eyes.

>"You!?" You whispered.

>"Shh- ssssshhhh!" She pressed a claw against her mouth and hushed you. "Turn that off!"

>You don't know why, but you complied with her request.

>"What the hell is going on? Do you have anything to do with this?" You asked her.

>"No! No way!" She protested with a struggled whimper.

>You got a good look at her face with the flashlight before you turned it off, her face was flushed, and her breath was labored.

>The changes must be having a different effect on her than on you.

>"They're still looking for campers…" She whispered, hopping on her crouch a bit closer to you. "You need to hide!"

>"What the hell are they doing?" You asked.

>"They're looking for husbands…" She told you. "They're a bit…Archaic in their approach, but to them they're having fun. It's like a hunt."

>"And that black ball in the sky?"

>"I-it's called dark matter." She explained. "I didn't think they were real, but they help cut off places for a hunt…"

>The kobold's ears raised and she looked over the counter. "Y-you need to be quiet!"

>"wh-" You were suddenly cut off by the sound of the front door opening, followed by the thud of a few foot steps.

>"I thought I saw a light in here…" One of the voices said.

>"Sure you're not just getting excited?" another voice asked. "You haven't found a mate yet, and time's running out."

>"Better safe than sorry!" The first voice growled, then sniffed in the air. "I…Smell something."

>The kobold gulped and then looked to you before shushing you again and standing up.

>"H-hey!" She called out.

>"Oh look, it's the college girl again." the first voice said. "Found yourself a boy yet?"

"N-No, but I saw one not to long ago. I thought I could corner him in here, but he got out the back door."

>"Really, where'd he go?"

>"Come on, I'll show you!"

>The kobold ran off, and the other two seemed to follow her. You looked over the counter when you heard the front door slam, seeing the three in a street light before they vanished into the darkness. The other two looked like her, only with less fluff and seemingly more feral looking. Werewolves?

>You sighed in relief and made sure to go the opposite direction than them, going in the hall and finding entering the office. There were no windows, perfect.

>You shut the door and turned on the flashlight, finding your location on the map first.

>There were more than two dozen cabins across the entire camp, you didn't have time to go through all of them…

>Where would others be hiding? Off the beaten path most likely, if all of the buildings hadn't already been raided…

>You nodded to yourself and turned off the flash light, engulfing yourself in darkness again before heading back outside.

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c40ef6 No.319589

Proceed.

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b33b0d No.319853

>>319353

>As time went on, you felt more comfortable in the dark.

>It was almost like you could see through the fog, and you knew when to hide and when you could move freely.

>You heard a scream in the distance, someone else just got caught…

>You wonder if anyone got out, and if they went for help yet.

>There hasn't been any sign of life for a bit.

>You saw someone else earlier, they seemed to have seen you as well.

>But they ran off into the dark, maybe they didn't think there was strength in numbers.

>Smart move…

>You hoped Justin was okay.

>Then you put your hand to your stomach and took a knee.

>The pain was almost unbearable, like you hadn't eaten in weeks.

>But you ate not that long ago…

>It had to be the fog, that strange smell that lingered, it was doing something to you.

>Your stomach growled loudly, enough to give your position away if anyone heard it.

>You had to move…You needed to eat.

>You crouched to the edge of a light projected by a street lamp and tilted the map just enough so you could read it.

>There was a cafeteria not far from here. Justin said something about food being served, right?

>All the utilities would be there, so that's probably where they put the food as well.

>You folded the map and made your way in that direction.

>The pain was atrocious now, and your stomach was getting louder.

>It had to be some kind of strategy, and there was probably someone waiting at the cafeteria for it to take effect.

>Still…You needed something.

>You went in through a window this time, avoiding both the front and back door.

>By now your eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, and you had a much easier time seeing in the dark.

>You took every corner slowly, cursing yourself every step that made even the slightest creak.

>There was catering at this event, much to your relief. Mostly junky food like Pancakes, bacon, burners, fries, whatever.

>You took a handful of the potatoes and scarfed them down, washing it down with one of the bottles lined at the end of the table, you couldn't read the label but it seemed to grabbed some kind of peach iced tea.

>You almost choked when you heard the sudden coughing coming from behind you.

>You flung around and pressed your back against the buffet, trying to scan through the darkness.

>"Who's there!?" You called in a hushed voice.

>"H-hey…It's me."

>You knew that voice.

>"Cassie?" You took a few steps forward.

>"Y-yeah."

>"Christ, it's good to hear you." You followed her voice and crouched down.

>"Do…Do you have a light or something?"

>"Yeah…Yeah, yeah hold on." You nodded, drawing your flash light.

>"We shouldn't have this on for long, though."

>You turn on the light and raise it so you can see her.

>Something was wrong…

>Her breaths were heavy, and her eyes were a different color. Her hazel eyes were turning a more bright yellow, it was almost like they were glowing.

>her teeth were a bit longer, and you could swear you saw extra hair from under her collar.

>"Are you…Okay?" You asked.

>"Yeah, yeah, fine." She said. "But one of those monsters…Kind of bit me awhile ago."

>"What? When?" You asked. "Where the hell did you go?"

>"I don't know…I panicked and ran to hide… When I tried to make a run for it, I got tackled and bit on the arm… But I got away…I think she let me go."

>"Alright, we're going to find the others, then we're going to get you help."

>"Hey…" Cassandra took another deep breath.

>She took you by the wrist and led your hand to her cheek. She used her other hand to press your palm against her skin as she looked deep into your eyes with a wide smile.

>"Did I ever tell you that you're kind of cute?" She asked.

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0a07da No.319856

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b33b0d No.319858

>>319853

"Uh—Uhhh." You gulped.

>Cassandra giggled and gave your wrist a gentle kiss.

>"I…" You had to gulp again. "I thought you liked Justin."

>"That was so long ago." She said with a heaving chest.

>Cassandra crawled forward, forcing you to inch backwards.

>"Girls grow up, you know."

>You slipped on your back and dropped your flashlight, you noticed now that her eyes began to glow in the dark.

>"You don't know what you want when you're younger." She tells you, now crawling on all fours.

>"Cassie…" You tried to find the right words, to maybe calm her down.

>"Come on, the night is still young." She told you, now crawling on top of you. "We have a lot of time to catch up, and a lot of time to have fun.~"

>"Cassie, this isn't you." you tried to talk her down. "You aren't thinking straight.

>She pouted and sat down, planting the weight of her bottom firmly on your pelvis. You wheezed as you felt her weight suddenly drop on you.

>"Maybe this is the real me. Maybe I finally know what I want." She tells you, trailing her finger across your chest.

>You saw that it was changing, her fingers were changing shape, and there was a sort of fur sprouting around her hands.

>You took a deep breath and looked up at her, noticing her hair had started to grow, and two bumps began to take shape on top of her head.

>"W-what bit you?" You asked.

>"I think it was one of those dog girls." She told you. "I kind of like it. It feels nice…"

>Her voice was sultry, but desperate, you now knew that she contracted lycanthropy. She was quickly turning into a werewolf, and the fog probably wasn't helping.

>"We could always find a nice room." She whispered as she leaned in. "Get more comfortable.

>You tried to move away, but her now-claws suddenly pinned you down. You felt her breath against your ear, followed by a gentle bite on the lobe, which sent a shock down your spine.

>She began to whine now, you noticed something was wagging eagerly behind her, the tail had set in.

>"Please…" She whispered to you in a raspy tone. "Just kiss me…"

>"Cassie, you need to control yourself!" You told her, struggling under her grip.

>"Kiss me, please." She said again, pressing her lips against yours.

>Your eyes widened and you stopped struggling. You felt your lips part as she slipped her tongue into your mouth. Her tongue gently wrestled with yours as she began to moan.

>You felt sick, not from her advances, but from something else. Something was clawing its way into your body with each of her movement. Her grinding against you, her kiss, the way she began to lock her fingers with you. Something was clawing into you, the taste of strawberry was sickening, and made you want to vomit.

>With one, desperate move, you threw her off. She yelped as she rolled across the ground, and you wasted no time getting to your feet and rushing out the front door.

>"Heeeeeyyy, come baaaaaack!" You heard her whine.

>She gave chase, but she didn't seem to be use to her new form.

>She slipped and fumbled over her new feet and legs, rolling to the ground on several occasions.

>You however…Weren't doing much better.

>Your voice was raspy, your lungs burned even after only a few seconds of running, it was like you had just ran a marathon.

>You gulped and came to an almost complete stop, only being able to take a few more steps.

>Then something grabbed you, and pushed you against the wall.

>It lifted you a moment later, with claws underneath your arms.

>"What do we have here?" An unfamiliar voice asked. "Still have some prey on the loose, I see.~"

>A woman of light green skin, with the lower body of a large spider covered in fur, each leg was like a talon.

>She looked at you with one eye, the other was covered by some kind of sash. She gave you a familiar wicked grin.

>"Hey! H-he's mine!" You heard Cassie complain.

>"Finders keepers." The Ushi-Oni told her. "Try again, newbie."

>As they argued, a rock suddenly bounced harmlessly off the Ushi-Oni's horn. She turned her head in the direction of the rock.

>"Hey pretty ladies!" Justin called out from the bushes. "This way! Whats the fun if there's no hunt!"

>The Ushi-Oni narrowed her eyes on him and then dropped you, rushing off at an alarming speed. Justin winced in surprise, but quickly turned around and began to run.

>Cassie, seemingly challenged by the Ushi-Oni, gave you one look and bit her lip, but decided to give chase to Justin as well, leaving you huddled up against the wall…

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b33b0d No.319859

>>319858

"Justin…!" You wheezed, crawling on all fours and reaching in the direction they ran off in, crawling on to the road. "Jus-…Tin…"

>You felt a sudden pressure in your chest, it let up to your throat and send tingles through your jaw.

>You choked and gagged, then vomited underneath a street light.

>It was a thick, pink goo, and it wouldn't stop regurgitating from you.

>You endured, and finally, emptied your stomach of the content.

>You gasped for air and rolled to your side.

>"What the fuck is that!?" You asked yourself, forcing yourself to get on your knees.

>You didn't want to touch it, but it didn't seem to stink like the air did.

>Either way, you felt better, and your strength was slowly returning to you.

>You couldn't stay here… Who knows what kind of attention that fiasco just attracted.

>You found the strength to stand on your feet, and you fumbled your way back into the darkness.

>You needed distance, at least from that location, so you moved quickly across a field.

>Your flashlight was back at the cafeteria, too risky to try and get it now…

>You were in unfamiliar territory now, completely distant from your original location and the cabin you had "stayed" at earlier.

>Deeper into the camp.

>More cabins, more hiding spaces…

>…More ambush locations.

>But maybe you'll find others.

>Or maybe some way to stop all this.

>You didn't see yourself as the hero of this situation.

>You aren't all that heroic to begin with.

>But all things considered, it may just be up to you now…

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5e8548 No.319863

This is good. Really good, actually.

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367707 No.319873

>>319863

You ain't wrong, I'm just starting to write and its cuz of cool shit like this

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b33b0d No.319970

>>319859

>Your trek was cut short again.

>Suddenly short on breath, you had to find a place to rest.

>You would usually be good to go for quite some time, but the air and the fog was driving you crazy.

>You leaned against the wall of a cabin and took in a deep breath.

>Your skin was hot, and each breath sent a tingle through your system.

>There was a warmth in your chest now, and an excited beating in your heart.

>It was almost unbearable.

>As you caught your breath, you noticed something on the road.

>You heard it before you saw it, the clopping of hooves against the dirt.

>A tall woman with horns stepped into the street light, she wore rather revealing leather that left little to the imagination.

>She was muscular, muscular to a point that you actually almost felt insecure. Her hair was an almond color and shoulder length, a small scar was cut across her cheek.

>A by the books Minotaur if you've ever seen one…

>She appeared to be waiting for somebody.

>You held still and did your best to control your breathing, she didn't seem to notice you.

>A minute later, another entered the scene, this time from the sky.

>She floated gracefully to the ground, her black wings fluttering very little while she touched the ground by the toe of the left foot.

>Her skin was a pleasant blue, and much like the Minotaur, her outfit only covered the bare essentials.

>Her hair was a dark violet, and flowed far down to her backside. She had the wings like something from hell, and wore a pair of essentric gloves that stretched up her arm, as well as a pair of matching shoes, with thigh highs that hugged tightly against her perfect skin. A demons tail waved elegantly behind her.

>You got a good look at her face as she landed, her ears were long and pointed, and her eyes were a deep red surrounded by black sclera.

>Even with her inhuman features, she was beautiful. Gorgeous enough to make your heart skip a beat.

>"Hey, boss." The Minotaur greeted her.

>"So..?" The demon woman asked. "How goes the hunt?"

"Still have a few stragglers." She sighed. "Our eight legged friend and the new girl almost caught two of them not too long ago. But they got away."

>"Yuno let two escape now?" The demon asked in disbelief. "My my, she must be slipping."

>"Yeah well, you know how she is." The Minotaur stretched. "Likes to play with her food…"

>"Either way, we're almost done here." The Demon stated. "Find the rest, and we'll get on with it."

>"Got it." The Minotaur smiled.

>Without another word, the Demon lifted from the ground again and vanished into the dark.

>The Minotaur began walking down the road in your direction. You hugged the wall as she passed, luckily she didn't hear you…

>There are others they haven't caught yet?

>Guess it's time to take a look around.

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b33b0d No.320051

>>319970

>You gained some more distance after some time.

>Down the road you noticed numerous lights in the distance.

>At first you thought it was just more cabins that left the lights on, but you then realize the silhouettes of people moving inside as you got close.

>It was one of the larger cabins, perhaps a cabin for the groundskeepers or the owner of the camp ground?

>You managed to crawl to the wall under a window and peak up into the cabin.

>Right away you spotted someone, another human.

>He seemed to be bumbling aimlessly back and forth.

>You recognize that shirt and pants, but wasn't sure until he turned his head.

>It was Liam, his hands in his pockets and a dazed look on his face.

>You muttered his name to yourself and crawled towards the door, opening it slowly and squeezing inside.

>You ran to him and grabbed him by the shoulders.

>"Liam…!" You whispered. "Liam, you alright, man?"

>"Huh….Wuah?" He looked at you before a smile came across his face. "Oh, hey buddy. Nice to see you're still kicking."

>"Jesus, Liam. What the hell happened?"

>"I got grabbed on the way back to your cabin." He explained with a tired voice. "Next thing I knew I was here with a bird-lady… And now my groin is sore."

>"Where the hell is everyone else? There was more than a hundred people here before."

>"Oh they uh…Got dragged away." Liam pointed to the door. "I saw them getting taken towards the Dark Matter."

>"What the hell are they doing there!?" You asked.

>"I think the monster like it… It's like a uh…Aphrodisiac the closer you get. Some monsters didn't want to make the trip though, so there's a little bit of hanky panky going on around the camp."

>"What the hell is this even about?" You asked yourself.

>"I think they may have planned this event." Liam told you. "I hear its hard to summon dark matter in the first place."

>He sat down and sighed loudly, he looked a wreck, completely exhausted and dazed.

>"I think they're trying to make a uh…Whats it called, a demon realm."

>You stopped at his words. The realization hit you like a brick. The fog, the scent, turning women into monsters, the demon you saw earlier.

>"We're…We're not getting out of here." You said.

>"Probably not…" Liam answered. "Oh yeah, right."

>"Oh yeah, right?" You repeated his words.

>"Bill is upstairs." He pointed weakly.

>"…What?"

>"I think they're taking a break, the spirit is willing but the flesh notsomuch, right?"

>As soon as he finished his sentenced, a loud pounding was heard from upstairs.

>You jumped at the sound and then looked back to Liam.

>"There they go." He sighs.

>You take a deep breath and then begin to slowly make your way up the stairs.

>You follow the sound, and what sounds like Bill having the life sucked out of him.

>You turned the corner into a bedroom and saw them, Bill on the bed, weakly grasping at the mattress, completely naked.

>A monster was riding on top of him, holding him down with her giant paws. her skin was charcoal black, and her wolf ears rose when she heard the floor creek.

>She turned her head and glared at you with demonic eyes that matched the demon you saw earlier. Her tail began to wag and she gave you a large, fanged grin.

>"Wait your turn." She teased before going back to her business.

>You stepped away from the door and turned back towards the stairs, if you couldn't help Bill you could at least help Liam.

>But when you turned towards the stairs, you were greeted by the sight of a monster already in mid leap.

>You felt an impact on your chest, it forced you a few steps back, further down the hall and past Bill's room, almost hitting your head on the back wall before falling over.

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b33b0d No.320067

>>320051

>You groaned and rubbed your neck.

>As you did so, your attacker positioned herself on top of you. She stopped herself and then began to sniff.

>You opened your eyes to a familiar looking werecat, with dark blond hair, a short jeans jacket, and a white front knot shirt as well as a pair of denim shorts.

>She sniffed you curiously until her ears raised and she looked at you with a smile. "Oh hey, it's you!"

>"N-Natalie!?" You said.

>She didn't change much growing up, save for the obvious.

>You remembered her back from elementary school.

>She tried to bully you and steal your lunch, but you got mad and fought back.

>In a panic, Natalie swiped her claws across your chest, cutting deep into your skin.

>It was clearly an accident, but Natalie switched schools regardless, to avoid obvious conflict.

>"I haven't seen you in years!" She commented.

>"Y…Yeah, same to you."

>"Small world, huh? Meeting each other here."

>"I guess…" You gulp.

>"Oh, that's right, you still have a scar from that day, don't you?"

>"…It's uh…It's permanent."

>Her ears lowered. "Well…I didn't mean to actually hurt you…"

>Suddenly, she lit up again. "Hey, I know what will make it up to you!"

>She lowered herself, a bright smile on her face and a glow in her eyes. "We should have sex!"

>You froze. "Uh…"

>"Think of it like a reunion present." she giggled.

>"Look, Natalie." you raised your hands to tell her to slow down. "I-I- I don't know, I just had a break up, I don't think I'm in the mood…"

>"Ooohh." She purred, sliding down your legs."Well your little friend says otherwise."

>Natalie unzipped your jeans and pulled them down partways. You looked in shock as your member suddenly sprang up, more rigid and solid than you ever seen it.

>"W-what the hell!?" You asked in disbelief.

>"You didn't even notice, did you?" She teased. "But don't worry, I can help you get over your break up.~"

>You began to scramble, but Natalie placed a paw on your stomach.

>She slowly began to push your shirt upwards, exposing your bare chest to her.

>Natalie looked at your scars and frowned, but then prepositioned herself and gently licked them.

>her tongue was rough but not unwelcoming, gently grazing against your skin.

>At the same time, you felt her paw wrap around your shaft, gently stroking it before she scooted down further.

>She dragged her tongue along the base, sending a jolt of sensation through your body.

>"I'm sure you can forgive me after this." She giggled as she licked it again.

>She then sat up straight and pulled off her jacket, teasingly dropping it to the floor beside you before undoing the knot in the front of her shirt.

>Your eyes widened when she revealed her breasts to you, her eye contact not breaking as she pulled off her shirt.

>"Do you like them?" She asked. "I'm quite proud of them myself."

>Before you could answer, Natalie got straight back to work, and once again licked your twitching rod.

>After the fourth lick she took it in her mouth and allowed hilted it, closing her eyes as she began to move up and down your shaft.

>You bit your lower lip and tried to struggle, but your body refused you, rather accepting her advances than doing what your brain told it to do.

>She continued for a good minute, but it felt like an eternity. It was like there were a million fireworks exploding under your skin.

>All you could do was take deep breaths, until she finally released her mouth's grip on you, sucking the tip as she let go.

>"How was that?" She asked, stroking you again. "I'm surprised you didn't cum, the dark energy must be really working it's magic on you."

>She stood up and slowly bulled off her shorts, her panties were now drenched in juice.

>"Now we can get to the real fun…" She purred. "And you'll be mine forever~"

>You weren't able to fight back, your body wouldn't allow it. You tasted that strange strawberry again, only this time it was more welcoming than intrusive.

>She began to mount you and position her dripping sex over yours, purring and licking her lips, her eyes were now glowing a dark pink, and her tail wiggled excitedly.

>But suddenly, your senses were intruded upon by a new force. You closed your eyes and flinched as the hall was suddenly filled with a bright light and a loud noise.

>"Kyaaa!" Natalie screamed, covering her cat ears and standing up, trying to escape the sudden noise.

>Someone grabbed your arm and pulled you from the ground.

>"Pull your pants up, son. You aint defeated yet." A voice commanded.

>You somehow found the power to do so while you were dragged away from the cabin.

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b33b0d No.320077

>>320067

>You didn't pass out, or black out or anything like that. You just don't realize how you got where you are.

>The man that saved you started an electric lantern sitting on the table.

>He was an older man, with a thick mustache and a trucker hat, as well as a pair of overalls over his checkered shirt.

>"What…What the hell?" You asked.

>"Oh good, you can still talk." He said with a southern twang to his voice.

>"What was that? Who are you?"

>"Name's Larry." He introduced himself. "I was hired for the event."

>"For what?"

>"I'm the one who made sure everything was workin' properly before you all showed up." He explained. "Lady on the phone was really polite about the whole thing."

>"Lady on the phone? Who hired you." You asked while trying to shake the fog out of your head.

>"Said her name was Lidia." He explained. "Only talked over the phone. Offered twenty an hour as well as free board and free food. Now an old man like me aint gonna say no to that."

>Larry lifted a kettle over a fire he had going in the corner, he poured a cup and handed it to you. "Drink that, it'll help you think."

>You took it and gave it a hesitant sip. It tasted like green tea but with a hint of something very bitter, bitter enough to make you wince.

>"I know, tastes like shit. But drink the cup anyway."

>"What the hell is this?" You asked, enduring another sip.

>"It's called Grit." he explained. "One of my friends made it a few years back, helps with the symptoms of dark matter."

>"Wait, you've been through this before?"

>"Sure have." He confirmed. "I don't think our friend Lidia knew that, though. Probably expected me to get caught like the others."

>"So what you're saying is, this was set up by this Lidia?"

>"I think the plan was to get as many humans in one place to power the dark matter." Larry explained. "The more they uh… You know, the stronger it gets. Soon the entire county is going to be covered in the fog, and it'll be perfect for turning into a demon realm."

>"What the hell do we do then?" You asked.

>"It was my friend Louis that managed to stop the transformation back in 1984." He explained. "A demon was the one that summoned the dark matter. Louis…Well…Defeated the demon, and forced her to submit. Once she submits, the dark matter will begin to lose power."

>"So I have to find the demon from earlier…And force her to surrender." You said.

>"Well, someone has to… And I'm not really up for it…"

>"How do I even do that?" you ask. "Wont the Dark matter just mess me up the closer I get?"

>"That's what the grit was for." He said, pointing at the drink.

>You noticed you actually drank most of it. That strawberry scent and taste had left your mouth and nose, and the burning in your chest ceased, you felt normal, or as normal as you usually feel.

>"You should be immune to the effects for some time." Larry explained. "Once she submits to you, then you can put an end to this nightmare."

>"But how do I do that?" You ask.

>"You…Well… Y'know." he sighed. "uh…Go for the tail. Louis once told me that's their weakness…"

>"go for the…Oh." You took a deep breath. "That's what you mean…"

>"I'm going to see if I can find more stragglers." Larry said as he went towards the stairs leading to cellar doors. "Leave when you're ready."

>You waited there for some time after Larry left.

>You found the strength and determination inside you to do what only you could do at this point.

>You're going to nail a demon…

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5d15e7 No.320093

>>320077

>"It's called Grit." he explained.

What a kickass name

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8f6ddc No.320202

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>>319970

>"Likes to play with her food…"

The MGs in this story aren't monogamous?

Eh….

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fe8b41 No.320218

>>320202

They seem to be KC standard aka boning is like the first date that you use to figure out if the man is right for you, and then monogamous after you find that right man. After all, there's no way every mg's gonna land her soul mate on the first try.

And if you really can't get over it, it gives you more reason to root for the MC to stop this demonization of his home.

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b33b0d No.320271

>>320077

>It was a long and terrible night.

>Your body felt like you were chewed up and spit out.

>But you were determined now, and your mind was clear, liberated from the fog.

>You didn't know where Larry went, but he probably went deeper into the camp.

>You had to go in the other direction, towards the moon.

>It was the last direction you saw the dark matter, and hopefully the master of it.

>You moved at a quicker pace that you usually did. No longer second guessing every move and having to deal with your body working against you.

>You crossed from one dirt road to another from between the cabins.

>Then another.

>And finally another.

>You were at the edge of the camp now.

>You looked to your right first, making sure no one was coming down the road.

>Then to your left, and this is where you paused.

>There were two people sitting on the bench at the end of the road, in the cul-de-sac in front of three cabins.

>You narrowed your eyes, and curiously approached the two.

>Then you stopped again.

>"…Justin?"

>Justin was sitting on the bench, stroking the hair of a girl that was nuzzled up against him.

>Her eyes were closed, fast asleep, but she looked visibly distraught…

>It was Cassandra, resting her head on Justin's chest. She shivered and smiled every time he petted her ears.

>"Hey man…" He looked at you with a sad, tired smile.

>"It's good to see you're okay." You told him.

>"Yeah…" He chuckled. "She caught me first…The Ushi-Oni was mad as hell, but rules are rules, I guess."

>You took a closer look at him under the street light, he looked almost sick, tired, every movement of his hands was filled with aching muscles and strain.

>"It's funny, though." He said. "I always knew she had a thing for me…"

>You remained silent.

>"But I always told myself I was afraid of commitment, I was this big lone wolf bad ass that was too much for one relationship…"

>He looked away. "I was so stupid… I was holding out for this magical soul mate that was perfect in every single way, this image in my mind of a woman that didn't exist."

>Still. You didn't say a word.

>"Naive and childish…" Justin laughed again. "Hey, want to hear something I noticed?"

>"Sure." You humored him.

>Justin gently squeezed her paw. "She still has that scar on the back of her hand. The fur didn't even grow there…I always thought that would heal when you get transformed, like a cool comic book healing factor or something."

>"I don't think you can do something about scars. Even if you were suddenly an X-men." You joked.

>"Probably." Justin took a deep, labored breath. "I thought that was it when she caught me, y'know?"

>You returned to remaining silent.

>"But she just wants to go home as well…The fog's probably spread into town by now as well…"

>You looked away and then took a deep breath.

>"I'm going to get us out of here." You told him. "Just give me a little bit of time. Believe me…"

>Justin looked at you and did his best to give you his usual, genuine smile. "I believe you, man."

>"Just wait a little bit longer." You told him. "I'll be back for both of you when this is done…"

>You turned around and went back to your path, standing in front of the last row of cabins. You looked to your left one last time, Justin had gone back to just petting Cassandra's head and ears.

>The grit was still doing it's job.

>So you marched forward, into the bushes and the trees behind them.

>Where the shroud is the thickest and the night is the darkest…

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b33b0d No.320281

>>320271

>The flashlight did little to part the darkness.

>You soon decided that it would be best to continue without it, as to not give your position away.

>You had to grope with your hand, using the trees you touched as a guide to move forward.

>You continued onward, a noise in the distance becoming more and more audible.

>The sound was a like a buzz at first, but then you got closer and closer and it became more clear.

>The sound of moaning, wailing, giggling, grunting, what have you.

>You almost regretted drinking the grit earlier now, the smell was very, very noticeable.

>"Like a fucking fish market…" you complained to yourself, covering your nose.

>you finally pushed through another series of bushes, finally coming face to face with the event.

>A bonfire lit the area, a grassy field filled with both monsters and campers.

>To call it an orgy would be an understatement. Romans would have killed to get in on this…

>Everyone was separated from each other, enough space to have their way with the husband they had chosen.

>You tried not to look, but curiosity got the better of you.

>You recognized a few people in it all. The man that was dragged off by the weremice earlier was now covered in them.

>The ushi-oni that had caught you earlier seemed to have found her own mate, another man you didn't recognize.

>Even the Minotaur you saw before was currently on her back with a man between her legs.

>You tried not to breath it in, they must either not smell it or just not care.

>You didn't even want to know why the grass was so slick…

>But you noticed something behind the bonfire, something that you somehow didn't notice before.

>A house, two stories high and about six rooms across. It was made of stone and had two large doors in the front. There's no way that was here before…

>And above the home was a large, black orb, dripping with darkness. The Dark Matter hung ominously overhead.

>Finally, you mustered the courage, and entered the orgy that was fueling it's power…

>You tried not to interrupt anyone. Doing your best to weave around the sex that was going on under your feet.

>Only once so far have you had to step over a couple.

>You're halfway past it all now, standing near the bonfire.

>It was only now you noticed someone else was walking through the orgy.

>It was the Kobold that saved you earlier. She was looking around, making sure not to step on everyone.

>She saw you soon after and stopped in her track, her ears standing on end and her tail straightening out.

>You awkwardly waved at her.

>She only remained still for a moment later before entering a full sprint.

>That wasn't to come say hi to you…

>Your heart started pounding, no more time to lose.

>You began to run, doing your best not to trip or slip into the grass.

>The kobold, however, was much faster than you, unsurprising.

>She leaped at you and wrapped her arms and legs around your chest and stomach.

>Already in full sprint yourself, you fell to the ground and almost crashed into another couple. Unfortunate…

>She was whimpering and tightening her grip on you. But luckily she was very light.

>You returned to your feet and continued to run to the manor, even with the girl on your back.

>When you finally reached the front door, you began to pry her grip off of you.

>You managed to fling her off, but she landed on her feet and attacked again.

>She pressed herself against you and tried to kiss you on the lips, now panting desperately for your affection.

>You managed to push her off a second time and go for the doors.

>Luckily, they were unlocked, and you could get inside, slamming the door before the Kobold could come in after you.

>You could hear her pawing at the door as you locked them, sighing in relief before turning towards the inside.

>It was…Much bigger inside than out. Like it a mansion with a great hall and everything.

>She was in here…You could feel it. Or at least you thought you felt it.

>But where would a demon be hanging out in a manor like this?

>You had a few ideas…

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8f6ddc No.320311

>>320218

That's not the KC standard

The KC standard is

>decide whether they fancy a man by looks

>if so, continue

>ensue rape

>marry

Not

>rape

>decide whether you fancy them

>if so, marry

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b33b0d No.320580

>>320281

>The walls of the manor were lined with lit candles.

>You turned around and looked out one of the windows.

>There was no sign of the bonfire or the orgy. Instead you saw a tranquil forest, gently breathing with the wind.

>You knew that was impossible, but honestly so was the inside of this manor.

>You sighed and pulled off your shirt, it was sticky and slicked every since you fell on the grass.

>You threw it across the room with disgust.

>But being shirtless in a monster's home wasn't really the most comfortable option. Or it was, depending on how you looked at it.

>You mustered the courage to move forward, and began searching the house for any signs of life.

>Every room on the first floor was deathly silent, only the furniture was there to keep you company.

>While going through each room, you found a bathroom with a shower.

>Curious, you turned the nobs on the sink. It did produce water.

>You were careful, not that the water was tainted by some kind of monster magic.

>But surprisingly, it seemed pure. It had no strange smell and what little you tasted seemed alright.

>You took a step back and then looked out the door.

>Left and right…No one was there, no one seemed to be coming.

>You smelt awful, between the sweat, the vomiting, and the encounters, you could smell yourself, and you didn't like it.

>Quickly, you undressed, it was a stupid, risky idea, but you couldn't really tolerate it anymore.

>But still, you ducked under the warm water of the shower, stepping into the tub and washing yourself over.

>You didn't want to use the shampoo, but you still did out of sheer instinct. After you were done you assaulted your hair with the towel on the rack and threw your pants back on.

>No sign of anyone, you're in the clear.

>With the first floor being a ghost town, you moved on to the second floor.

>At the top of the stairs you met a window, also leading out to a tranquil forest.

>You looked to your left, seven doors, three on each side and one at the end of the hall.

>But to your right was only one room and a double door leading to it.

>There was a symbol on the left door, a heraldry of some sort. Two wings with an eye in the center.

>You put your hand on the door, but you feared what might be on the other side.

>"You may enter." A voice stated from the other side.

>You jumped, and then stood in place, your hand still on the knob.

>"Well?" The voice asked. "Are you going to keep a lady waiting?"

>You took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping into a large bed room.

>The walls were lined with heirlooms and other antiques, and the largest bed you've ever seen sat on the wall in the center of the room.

>To the left of the bed was a wicker chair. A woman sat in the chair.

>She gazed at you with her black and red eyes, her legs were crossed and she was wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She had a glass of wine in her hand and a smile on her face.

>"So." She started. "Was that you in my shower?"

>"Yeah." You confirmed. "Sorry about that…"

>You took another step into the room and closed the door behind you. "I take it you're Lidia?"

>"In the flesh." She said, drinking from her glass before looking you up and down. "Where…Where's your shirt?"

>"Oh, it was kind of gross." you admitted. "Not much more comfortable, but I'd rather not wear it."

>You stepped further into the room, trying to close the gap a little between you and her.

>"So what now?" She asked, uncrossing her legs and standing from her seat. "Going to slay the evil demon?"

>"Why are you doing this?" You asked.

>"Why not?" She asked in return. "A lot of my girls tried it the human way, it didn't work out. And even then authorities are always breathing down our necks. So why not just make a little world for ourselves? This entire area will be absorbed into the demon world in a day or so anyways. Everyone'll just vanish without a trace."

>Lidia stretched, you saw the wings flutter under her robe. With a yawn and a sigh, she looked at you again.

>"So, what now?" She asked. "Not content with the other girls, had to go for the cherry on top?"

>"You need to stop this." You told her. "This isn't right."

>"Oh, do I now?" Lidia asked with a annoyed sigh, she turned to you with crossed arms. "And why is that?"

>"These people have homes to go back to, lives to live."

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b33b0d No.320611

>>320580

>"And what of my people? What with all the laws and stigmas, do you think we would go this far if it was easy for us?"

>"And this is the way to do it?" You shrugged. "By proving them right?"

>Lidia paused, she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The red of her eyes slowly began to glow as she narrowed them on you.

>"I've had enough of this." She told you, raising her fingers and beckoning you towards her. "Lets put you to good use."

>The tips of her fingers glowed, like she was casting a spell, but you didn't feel anything.

>Lidia furrowed her brow and tried again. No effect.

>You awkwardly looked around the room, and watched as the demon got more and more frustrated.

>"Why!?" She asked with an almost adorable stomp. "You should be on your knees and at my feet already."

>"Oh, that has something to do with the fog?" You coughed. "I uh…Drank something, fog doesn't really do anything for a bit…"

>Lidia became more and more frustrated, she lowered her hand and sighed.

>"Fine then." She said, raising her hand again, a dark purple orb began to form in her palm. "There are other ways to get what I want…"

>And as the orb began to grow larger and larger. You made your move and charged.

>Lidia yelped as you tackled her, wrapping your arms around her waist and lifting her from the ground.

>The orb she had created flew from her hands and splashed harmlessly against the door you had entered, turning into a mist and vanishing in a few seconds.

>The two of you landed on the bed behind her with a grunt of force,

>"Let go of me!" She shouted, trying to raise her hand and hit you with another orb.

>But you managed to grab her by the wrist and force it back against the bed.

>"Not so tough now without your magic, are you?" You asked.

>Lidia suddenly lifted her elbow and caught you by surprise, twisting her body and forcing you off her.

>You fell on to the bed while Lidia mounted you, pinning you down to the bed with a grin.

>"Don't get too full of yourself." She told you.

>You began to push against her, lifting your arms despite her pinning. once you freed yourself, you wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down.

>This exchange continued.

>The two of you took turns throwing the other around.

>Until finally you had got her by the shoulders.

>Lidia fidgeted under your grip, attempting to pull you away with fingers wrapped around your arm.

>"Got you now." You began to laugh, letting your eyes wander.

>You stopped laughing, noticing that her robe had opened during the kerfuffle.

>Your gawked at her heaving breasts and slender form, now revealed to your mortal eyes.

>her blue was alluring, inviting, you couldn't even remember why you were here for a moment, let alone why you were so adamant on a relationship with monsters.

>"Oh…" Her frustrated expression disappeared, replaced by a sultry smile. "See something you like?"

>"I, well…" You began to sputter.

>Lidia giggled shrugged off your grip, she placed her hands on your bare chest and pushed you down on the bed.

>"Guess the magic won't be needed…" She stated, straddling your hips.

>"Now wait, hold on." You tried to stop her.

>But Lidia simply undid the rest of her robe and took it off, throwing it across the room.

>Her wings spread and stretched, causing Lidia to arch her back and let out a little squeak.

>She began to fiddle with your pants, unzipping them and pulling them down.

>You went to protest again, but stopped. This was your objective in the first place, wasn't it?

>You just had to outlast, endure. You didn't think it was possible, considering what Lidia actually was.

>But maybe, just maybe, you could find a weakness, something you could exploit to give yourself a distinct advantage.

>You hesitated, but instead of telling her to stop, you moved your hands and placed them firmly on her hips.

>"Ah see, there we go." She giggled. "All you needed was a little push…"

>You felt your hands up and down her sides, touching her stomach, rib cage, and then breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

>Lidia put her hands on your wrists and smiled. leading your hands across her body.

>But you knew it couldn't continue.

>If you let her have her way you would be at a disadvantage, and you didn't know how much time you had left before the grit wears off.

>You had to take charge.

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b33b0d No.320908

>>320611

>You sat up from your position and wrapped your arms around Lidia.

>She gasped in surprise, but welcomed your sudden assertiveness.

>But her eyes suddenly widened as you pushed further and placed her back on the bed.

>"W-wait, hold on!" She put her hand on your chest to try and stop you while you pulled down what little cover you had.

>You were already between Lidia's legs, and she had no more defenses against you.

>In your adrenaline, you ignored her pleas and lined yourself up with her.

>You had to remember.

>This was a battle.

>If not a war.

>You wanted to let Justin go home, you wanted everybody to be able to live their lives.

>This was just supposed to be a battle, a battle you had to win.

>With your goal in mind, you thrust forward and plunged deep inside her.

>Something was…Off.

>There was resistance, like something had tried to stop you.

>You looked down and noticed something. a crimson trickling down her leg.

>"You…You're a…"

>You looked at Lidia.

>She had her mouth covered with a hand and her eyes closed.

>"I…But you…"

>Lidia slowly opened her eyes and looked at you. Her eyes were now misty with tears.

>"But…How?" You were at a complete lost. "You're a…?"

>She looked away with embarrassment, then looked at you again and nodded.

>That ambition, the desire to 'win' had suddenly vanished, replaced by a sense of guilt.

>You took a long, deep breath, and re positioned yourself.

>You placed your hands on the bed and leaned over her, pressing against her.

>Slowly, you began to move, gently pulling away and then pushing inside her.

>Lidia let out a gentle gasp, taking the hand away from her mouth and biting her lip.

>She raised her hips slightly, and reached her arms back and grabbed on to the bed, tightly gripping the sheets.

>She winced with every thrust, but slowly began to accept it, lightening her expression until it didn't seem to hurt her anymore.

>You kept pace, Lidia had stopped biting her lip, and instead looked back at you with gentle breaths.

>Her grip on the sheets loosened and she raised her arms as if trying to embrace you.

>You felt her fingers touch your shoulders and pull you closer. So you complied and closed the distance between you two.

>Lidia responded by wrapping her arms around your neck, forcing you to look into her eyes.

>You responded by moving a hand to her leg, rubbing your fingers against her soft skin before lifting her right leg.

>As you picked up the pace, her hold around your neck tightened and tightened, until her chest was now firmly pressed against yours.

>You felt her hot breath against your face, which only strengthened your resolve.

>Lidia was now moaning loudly, gasping for air with every thrust.

>She surprised you, causing you to pause for a moment, when she kissed you deeply. You didn't know what to think at first, but decided to accept her kiss in the end.

>You could feel yourself reaching your peak, and so you began to speed up even more, the sound of your skin against hers was now audible.

>She pulled her lips away and began to moan desperately, locking her legs around your waist as you thrust deeply inside her.

>You felt her fingers dig into your back as you released inside her, she inhaled deeply and tightened her grip around your waist.

>Suddenly, all of the exhaustion and aching bones came back to you. An entire nights worth of pressure settled over your body like a heavy blanket.

>You fell to one side and rested there, placing an arm under your head and sighing.

>Then, you felt something move closer to you. Lidia pressed herself against you, wrapping her arms under yours and nuzzling against your chest.

>You sighed again and put an arm around her, resting your chin on the top of her head before falling asleep.

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3271af No.320918

>>320908

Fan-fucking-tastic work, anon. Can't wait to see the endgame.

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b33b0d No.320922

>>320908

>You awoke with the sun in your face, poking through a nearby wooden framed window.

>The bed you were lying in didn't feel familiar.

>Your vision was blurry, and you struggled to rub the same form your eyes.

>Suddenly sitting up made you dizzy, and it was harder to get a grip on your surroundings.

>You took the moment to slow down, rubbing your eye with your palm again and taking a deep breath.

>It took around a minute before you realized you were in your cabin.

>The wood walls and branch-styled bed gave that away really quick.

>You had to pause and breath in the air for awhile.

>There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the air now…

>You stood up after regaining your strength, your body was sore all over, and a good portion of the night was a blur.

>Everything except one little event…

>Was it all just a dream?

>It couldn't be…It was all too real.

>The moment you stepped outside you knew it wasn't a dream.

>A lot of people just walking around, groggy, tired.

>Others were sitting down and trying to get their bearings.

>You saw Bill walking towards the parking lot with the Hellhound sleeping on his back.

>And then Justin, holding Cassandra by both her hands.

>She seemed to be struggling with her new feet. Now that the fog was gone maybe she wasn't just running on instinct anymore.

>They took slow steps until Cassandra seemed more comfortable, letting go of Justin's hands and walking straight on her new feet.

>"There you are."

>You turned your head to see Larry, who sat down and put a cigarette in his mouth. "I see you were successful…"

>"Yeah…I-I think, at least." You said.

>"Rough night." He stated bluntly. "It's hard to remember, even with Grit."

>"So what now?" You asked.

>"Police are probably going to ask questions." He told you. "But for the most part, the demon is gone."

>"And the other monsters?"

>"Technically, they can't be held responsible." Larry explained. "It was all the dark matter."

>He stood up and stretched his creaking back. "We don't know how long they were under the influence, it's hard to tell. Besides, they seem calm now."

>You looked around and saw people trying to help one another out. Someone was handing out water to both humans and monsters.

>The kobold you met reunited with her human friends, crying to find out that the three other girls were alright.

>"Worst outcome and some of these folks got themselves new girlfriends." Larry said, stamping out his smoke. "And I use the term 'worst' very lightly here."

>"Hm…Guess you're right." You cross your arms.

>"What's the story looking like for you?" He asked.

>"Think I'm just going to head home. Get some proper sleep, maybe watch a movie…"

>"What're you gonna tell the cops?"

>"Just gonna tell them I woke up like everyone else." You said. "Don't feel like being asked a million questions. Not like they can catch her anyway."

>"Fair 'nuff." Larry nodded.

>You shook Larry's hand and then made your way towards Justin.

>"Hey, dude." He greeted you.

>"You two doing alright?"

>"Yeah, we're good…" Justin put his hands in his pockets. "I'm gonna…Spend some more time with Cassie."

>"Fair enough." You nodded. "We're all probably going to get free rides home anyway, after all this."

>"Cool, man. You sure you're going to be alright?"

>"I'll be fine." You assured him. "I'll see you when I see you."

>You left Justin with Cassandra, letting them get use to their new relationship.

>Its about time to go home….

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53b42a No.320924

>>320922

I have a feeling he's going to run into Lidia again real soon.

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b33b0d No.320945

>>320922

>You slept like a rock that night.

>Went to bed at 8:00PM and didn't get up once.

>Getting home was just an event of eating what was ever in the pantry and then messing around for a few hours before finally calling it a night.

>You did shower before you went to bed, however.

>It was the best shower you've ever had in your life.

>The night was calm, the sound of distant cars and the train was almost like a lullaby to you.

>You woke up at around seven in the morning.

>You were lying on your back with your arms outstretched.

>The birds were chirping their good mornings through your open window.

>But when you regained consciousness, you noticed something.

>A weight was pushing down on you.

>Opening your eyes slowly, you noticed that someone was sitting on you.

>Your heart jumped, but only for a moment.

>You didn't really have the power to panic…

>The person sitting on you didn't surprise you at all.

>Lidia sat there with her hands on your chest, a wicked grin across her face.

>"Oh, hey." You greeted her.

>"Thought you were free, didn't you?"

>"Not really." You said honestly. "Don't monsters track scent."

>Lidia suddenly paused. "What, am I a werewolf now?"

>"I don't know how it works." You explained.

>"Either way." She lowered herself until your noses were almost touching. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun…"

>"Oh?"

>"And once you're at your weakest." She could barely contain her excitement. "Then you'll be mine in the demon realm together."

>"I have a better idea."

>Lidia looked at you with confusion before you suddenly grabbed her shoulders. She yelped as you twisted around and pinned her to the bed.

>She looked at you in surprise, sinking against your pillow and mattress.

>She opened her mouth to talk again, but you cut her off with a kiss. She inhaled sharply, but soon accepted your kiss.

>"Wanna come live with me instead?" You asked.

>Lidia looked back at you, her cheeks flush with a deep violet.

>She then looked away her red and black eyes, her lips pouting.

>"I…I guess we can do that. I've already won anyway." She said, trying to contain her smile.

>"You sure you don't want to fight it?" You asked.

>"Don't make me change my mind." She pouted, wrapping her arms around your neck.

>The two of you kissed again.

>You didn't actually know what to do now.

>What do demons do for fun?

>One week later.

>You put on your best suit.

>Not that you had that many.

>Briefcase full of nothing, really.

>But its always nice to have one, right?

>Right?

>You try to reassure yourself, shaking your head and stepping away from the bathroom mirror.

>"Alright, about time I get going." You say as you enter the kitchen.

>"You shouldn't be so nervous."

>You turned to Lidia, who was putting dishes in the dish washer, before standing and stretching. She was wearing that sweater you got her, a tan turtle neck.

>"Eh, third interview in a week, last two didn't call back, I don't like my odds…"

>"Okay, how about this." She approached you and gave you a kiss on the lips. "Good luck kiss!"

>"What, is this a charm or something?"

>"Nope." She smiled. "Just a good luck kiss."

>"I'll take it." You smiled back.

>You stepped out the front door and gave Lidia one more kiss before stepping outside.

>It feels like you could take on the world now.

>You almost feel like you can't remember what it was not to have her around…

>But things are good now, you feel like everything is going to be okay.

>You have hope.

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15dd72 No.320950

Loved it! I would like to see more from you!

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ba4cd1 No.320961

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>>320945

wonderful

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2c46cc No.320984

File: f2222c4e4464ee7⋯.jpg (7.41 KB,221x221,1:1,Good Shit.jpg)

>>320945

Good finisher to a great story

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549ee9 No.321000

File: c619e4f934b5a0a⋯.png (130.3 KB,545x519,545:519,1467494985132.png)

>>320945

Noice.

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66fd1f No.321016

>>320945

Entertaining stuff, will you be writing more stories?

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e19174 No.321017

What a satisfying short story. Can't wait to see the Cheshire one.

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fb77db No.321067

File: cb3a132c219eba9⋯.gif (1.91 MB,400x167,400:167,cb3a132c219eba95f0ff2333a8….gif)

>>320945

Top notch bruv!

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367707 No.321086

>>321017

Is that the one from the cheshire thread?

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3fa826 No.321097

>>321086

Story bro said he'd do a cheshire story after the one he just finished

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a2fda8 No.321101

File: 846a989c13ee486⋯.jpg (20.96 KB,324x291,108:97,IMG_4630.JPG)

>>320945

Good story writefag. Ending was top tier and I was on the edge of my seat the entire time.

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efccc6 No.321110

File: 03b43ed41e753dd⋯.jpg (26.19 KB,437x418,23:22,40675AC3-5C08-47B6-B41B-0A….jpg)

>all these newfags bumping the thread

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b33b0d No.321436

File: d9847fd6b26fa24⋯.jpg (33.72 KB,400x400,1:1,1451276180184.jpg)

I wouldn't have made a new thread for it if I wasn't going to make more stories. I just need another day or so to get the juices flowing again.

Are we good to go on the Cheshire story, or does anyone have any kind of request?

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367707 No.321442

File: b31d6937e832d15⋯.jpg (15.33 KB,255x254,255:254,b31d6937e832d15bc0d29f2ae8….jpg)

>>321436

I'm writing one in the cheshire thread and I want to see how yours turns out

That and you can never have too much cheshire so go ahead

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e0869e No.321458

>>321436

I have just one request: Have fun!

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a9cc15 No.321477

Nice to see a story where you can dick the villainfu into waifu.

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b33b0d No.321974

>You and your grandfather were close.

>Ever since you were little you enjoyed spending time with him.

>Going for walks, playing games, throwing a ball around, he even took the time to play video games with you if you were really excited about a particular game.

>It hurt when he passed away…

>He left something for everyone in his will.

>But you in particular, he left something very special.

>The house he had bought for his retirement.

>A two story home just outside the alpine town of Lusden. And a small fortune.

>You spent many summers there.

>Your siblings hated it, but for you it was a big adventure.

>It helped that your grandfather always had something for you to do.

>You gave it some thought.

>Your family wanted you to sell the place.

>But recently, the hustle of the city has gotten to you.

>It was exhausting, and the constant rush didn't help things.

>You were never one of those urbanite types, night clubbing and event hunting were never your things.

>Not to mention the cubicle life wasn't doing it for you either.

>After giving your two weeks, you decided it was time to move out of the apartment.

>No one in your family wanted to come with you…

>It was first strange, to be in the house alone. But after a few days, you accustomed to it.

>The town was nice enough, it was active and the people were friendly.

>There was farmers markets every other week, and the usual holiday events.

>But you weren't going to be lucky like in those farming games you used to play when you were a kid.

>Most of the ladies here were taken, and the ones that were not had no intention of staying in the small town.

>You didn't mind, though, you never were much of a lady chaser.

>It was quiet, relaxing, clean air, and you could live your life for quite some time with the money left to you.

>You could start a new life. You wanted to start a new life…But all you had to do is figure out where to go from here.

>Two weeks into living in your new home.

>You decided to go for a walk, the trees behind your home danced with the wind, welcoming your journey.

>Your mind wandered during your walk, listening to only the wind and the crunch of leafs underfoot.

>It was getting colder, winter was slowly crawling into the country side.

>But as you traveled deeper, you noticed something was off, wasn't right.

>Was that…Music?

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b33b0d No.321979

File: 894ca7ede1cb124⋯.png (361.59 KB,450x600,3:4,CheshireCat3.png)

>>321974

>You followed the sound cautiously, not wanting to walk into anything you couldn't handle.

>It was growing louder and louder, but there was no sign of anyone else.

>No smoke from a campfire in the distance, no sound of party.

>By now you would have at least found an RV, right?

>After a minute of walking, the music became completely audible, loud, and drowning out any other sound.

>"What the hell?" You asked yourself.

>You finally found the source of all the racket.

>A strange, hollowed out stump sat at the center of an opening.

>Something called you to it, like it was drawing you closer.

>You wanted to stop yourself, but your legs moved on their own.

>You looked down into the hollowed stump, and a myriad of colors was revealed to you.

>It was like a water painting, but constantly moving and rearranging itself.

>You went to touch it with a finger, hesitantly at first, but it felt so welcoming…So alive.

>Your fingers touched the substance, and suddenly, you were somewhere else.

>You stood on a cobblestone road, trees lined at both your flanks.

>The flowers were singing, literally, the same song you heard back in the forest.

>There were mushrooms at the side of the road as tall as a man, some even taller.

>You suddenly felt like a character in a Disney movie…

>"Oh? What do we have here?" A voice asked.

>You jumped in shock, but regained your composure immediately.

>You followed the voice, and tracked it coming from a nearby tree.

>"Do forgive me." The voice spoke again. "We do not have many visitors here in Wonderland."

>"Wonderland?"

>A pair of eyes suddenly manifested from between two branches of the tree, followed by a wide, toothy grin.

>Your mind instantly went to the Cheshire, a fat purple cat like in the book. Or, what you are more familiar with, the movie.

>Instead you were taken by surprise, not that this situation wasn't surprising to begin with.

>A form manifested, one of a woman. her hair was long and violet, but with a few bangs colored black. A braid of ribbons decorated one of her locks of hair.

>Her clothing matched her hair, black high heels at the end of a pair of diamond pattern thigh highs. She wore a corset of similar color, with another ribbon underneath her breasts.

>But what was most peculiar were her other features. Atop her head sat the ears of a cat, one violet, and one black. She had a cat's tail as well that swished playfully behind her, this too shared her hair colors.

>Her hands were almost like a cats, but seemed much more nimble, like a mixture of human hands and a cat's paws, covered in fur, but seemed articulate enough to hold on to things, or maybe even write.

>She looked at you with golden eyes, that grin never leaving her face.

>But to say she was beautiful would have been an understatement. She may even be the most beautiful woman you've ever seen…

>"And who might you be, stranger?" She asked.

>You hesitate at first, but give her your name.

>"It is a pleasure to meet you." She tells you before swinging down from the tree with the help of her tail.

>The woman landed gracefully on her heels, looking up at you with that same grin.

>"So, what brings you to Wonderland?" She asked.

>"I…" You coughed. "I heard a song, and the next thing I knew I ended up here."

>"You mean you followed the song." She corrected.

>"Y…Yeah."

>You began to look around and noticed a gate behind you standing in the middle of the cobble road. You could see between the bars and recognized the trees as the ones outside your home.

>The woman suddenly wrapped her arms around yours, holding you against her chest.

>"Don't you want to go on a tour through Wonderland?" She asked. "I promise it will be fun."

>"Wait…I don't even know your name."

>"Its Cheshire, of course." She giggled. "Everyone calls me that."

>She began to tug on your arm. "Come, come! There is much to see!"

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e0869e No.321984

File: 98bc900756d116a⋯.png (104.45 KB,420x420,1:1,omnom<3.png)

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b33b0d No.321985

>>321979

>Something in your mind urged you to follow her.

>Was it curiosity? Or were you expecting something else.

>The air here was different, it felt almost intoxicating…

>You followed her along for a bit, willing to see what she wanted to show you.

>This Cheshire never let go of your arm, holding on to you like the two of you were on a date…

>"You have much to see, yes yes!" She said. "Much to experience!"

>You nodded and complied, but then felt a sudden urge, a demand to stop.

>You ceased your march forward, causing the Cheshire to yelp in surprise as she was brought to an abrupt stop.

>"Oh? What is the matter?" She asked. "Do you wish to learn more of I before we continue?"

>Her last words dripped with a sultry purr.

>Something… Something wasn't right.

>"This is weird…" You told her, but mostly told yourself.

>What kind of Wonderland was this? Wasn't the Cheshire supposed to be an actual cat? If not a magical one?

>Were you going crazy?

>"Oh I wouldn't say weird." She tried to reassure. "Strange, yes, curious, most definitely! The only way to find the secrets of Wonderland is to explore!"

>You felt something new in your chest, a sudden sense of fear.

>You felt like you would never see home again…

>You pulled your arm away from the Cheshire and stepped away.

>"What the hell are you?" You asked. "What the hell is this!?"

>Her grin vanished, and her ears stood on end. "What… What do you mean?"

>"This…Can't be real… I'm going crazy." You said. "This is all crazy…"

>You turned in place and saw the gate again.

>With a gulp, you turned all the way around and made your way for the gate.

>"W-wait, where are you going!" She began to follow you.

>You ignored her and picked up your pace.

>"You can't leave yet!" She protested. "I have so much to show you!"

>Your march turned into a quick stride, you were beginning to panic, you had to get out.

>The Cheshire suddenly grabbed on to your arm and tried to stop you, but she was neither strong enough or heavy enough to halt your retreat.

>"Wait!" She demanded again, but you ignored her, dragging her across the ground.

>You finally reached the gate and opened it, but when you tried to step through, you were suddenly greeted by actual resistance.

>The Cheshire put her foot firmly against the side of the gate, and tried to pull you back in.

>You grabbed on to her hand with your free one, and attempted to remove her grip on your wrist.

>"Get off of me!" You demanded, but she refused.

>With a grunt of frustration, you stopped pulling against her grip and instead forced your way through the gate.

>The Cheshire suddenly yelped in shock as she was pulled through the gate with you.

>You now stood in the middle of the clearing you were in earlier.

>The stump in the center was gone, and the singing had stopped.

>Was it all just a dream? You hadn't been sleeping well…Maybe you were sleep walking.

>You shook your head and turned around, ready to head home…Only to be greeted by a sight of the Cheshire again.

>She was sitting on her knees, a look of shock on her face.

>She quickly span around and looked for the gate you had stepped through. It was gone…

>"W-Wait! Where's the gate!? We have to go back!" She shouted. "I can't be here!"

>You looked around and shrugged. "Gate's gone…"

>She began to frantically look around, but then froze in place. Slowly, she began to stand up and examine her surroundings.

>"Its…So quiet…" She said to herself.

>"Yeah well… Constant music and other noises aren't really a thing out here." You told her. "But that…That was real? Wonderland, I mean?"

>She didn't answer you, but instead continued to look around. "Why…Why is it so quiet?"

>"Hey…" You took a step closer. "Are you… Okay?"

>The Cheshire turned her head to you, tears flowing from her eyes. "I…I don't like it."

>She looked lost, well, she was lost. But the distraught and broken look in her eyes hit you where it hurt.

>You took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. "Hey…Whats your name?"

>"My name?"

>"Yeah, your name, like your real name. It can't be 'Cheshire'."

>"No…My name is Cheshire…It actually is Ches-" She paused. "No…No, you're right. I do have a name. Someone gave me a real name. It's…"

>She pressed her paws against her head and grimaced, like it pained her to think.

>"H…H-…Hannah!" She suddenly said. "I have a name! My name is Hannah! My ma ma gave me that name!…But, b-but who is my ma ma?"

>The new question seemed to pain her just as much. You felt a stab of guilt come over you.

>You couldn't just leave her here…

>"Hey…Hannah." You took another step closer. "Come on, you're coming with me…"

>"Coming with you?" She asked. "Where are you taking me?"

>"C'mon." You take her by the paw to lead her. "We're going to my place, we're going to figure this out."

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b46cea No.321987

File: fd5bd5217970aa7⋯.gif (359.24 KB,500x286,250:143,go_on.gif)

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367707 No.321988

>>321985

Faggot cat therapy

I demand moar

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5d15e7 No.322022

>>321985

for once I'm actually interested in a faggot cat story

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b33b0d No.322184

>>321985

>You felt guilt ridden the entire way home.

>Hannah only followed because you held on to her paw.

>She sniffled the entire time, frequently wiping the tears away from her cheeks.

>After a few minutes, you noticed that she was beginning to shiver.

>It was cold outside, and her clothing was less than ideal for the weather.

>You stopped and took off your coat, putting it over her shoulders.

>"Here." You said. "This'll keep you warm."

>Hannah looked at you, then tucked her arms in the jacket. "Thank you…"

>You finally found home after what felt like forever.

>It was starting to lightly snow, better to get inside.

>"Here, come on." You invited her inside.

>Hannah stepped inside, her eyesight not breaking from the ground.

>You sat down and took your boots off, sighing and rubbing your feet.

>After placing the boots in the rack, you turned to Hannah.

>She was standing there awkwardly, still clutching your coat.

>"H…Here." You take the coat from her. "You should get inside, its much warmer in the living room."

>She nodded and took off her heels.

>You had to take a look.

>At first, you thought her thigh highs had some sort of elaborate sock at the end. But the fur did seem to be apart of her body.

>underneath her high heel was a foot, almost like a cats, but mixed with a humans. It had the shape of a human foot, but was covered in fur.

>When she walked, you noticed the pads underneath like a cat's paw, and the claws that she seemed to be able to retract.

>She sat down in the living room, and watched as you began to set up the fire place.

>Something caught her eye however, and the ears on her head twitched.

>She stood up and walked past you, examining something curiously.

>"Whats this?" She asked.

>"Oh, do they not have those where you, uh, came from?" You asked.

>She looked at the flat screen TV, examining her own reflection. Hannah thought it was some kind of strange mirror at first, but logic stated otherwise.

>"It's kind of like a uh…Viewing, screen. You use it to watch movies or play games and stuff."

>"Movies?"

>"Yeah, they're like… More elaborate plays, I guess. They had plays where you came from, right?"

>You pointed at the box sitting beside it. "That's a game console, though I don't use it that often. You can play games or watch movies on there as well."

>Hannah poked the tv and console with a claw, trying to figure out how it worked.

>You grabbed a remote and turned on the TV, causing Hannah to yelp in surprise.

>She scrambled and hid behind you. You stifled a laugh.

>"Here." You offered her the remote. "The town not far from here had fiber installed a few years ago, my Grandpa basically fought tooth and nail to get some of those 'magic wires' to his house so he could keep with the times."

>"What do I do with this?" She asked.

>"Just fiddle with it a bit, use the buttons to move around." You explained. "I have one of those streaming things set up as well."

>Hannah sat down and began to experiment with the remote, going through random menus and changing the channels to static.

>While she was preoccupied, you made a fire, letting it rise in the fire place before you felt comfortable enough to leave it without it going out.

>You looked back at Hannah, she still seemed lost, and occasionally shook her head like she was trying to get rid of some kind of bad thought.

>"I should…Probably show you your room." You told her.

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b33b0d No.322198

>>322184

>"My room?" Hannah asked.

>"Yeah well, you can't really go home, right?" You say. "Its only fair that you can stay here."

>Hannah avoided eye contact, she clicked her claws together and looked towards the ground.

>"Oh uh…" You rubbed the back of your neck. "Sorry…Didn't mean to… Yeah, well."

>You beckoned her to follow along.

>The two of you went up stairs, and you led her down the hall.

>"This one's my room." You pointed to the room on the left. "Don't be afraid to knock if you need something."

>You pointed to the door at the end of the hall. "That was my grandfather's room. I just keep it closed…"

>You then opened the door to the right. "This one's yours."

>You opened the door to reveal a frilly room with pink wallpaper and all sorts of girly decor.

>"This was my sister's room." You explained. "But she doesn't come out here at all. So I guess it's yours now."

>Stepping inside, you patted the mattress of the bed with your left palm. "Don't worry, I changed all of the sheets every few months to stop the place from getting dusty. Luckily I cleaned here just yesterday."

>Hannah looked around the room and then sat on the bed.

>"There's also some clothing she left here. She's a bit…A bit uh, larger than you. But I think it's better than nothing until we can get you some new clothes. "

>"New clothes?" She asked.

>"Well, winter is coming. And I don't think that corset of yours is good for the shivers." You explained.

>Hannah looked away and gave a meek "Okay…"

>"Well uh, go ahead and get acquainted with your room. I'll be downstairs making dinner."

>You smiled and turned around, but as you were leaving, she spoke again.

>"How do you do it?" She asked.

>"Hm?"

>"This quiet. Its too much…" She moaned.

>"What do you mean?" You asked her.

>"No music, no objective…You're just alone with your thoughts…It's too much."

>You didn't really know what she meant. "Well, what was it like in 'Wonderland.'"

>"Like…The Mad Hatter called it madness. But you always had a goal, always had something to anticipate or look forward to. You were looking for something…Something specific…"

>"And what would you be looking for?" You asked.

>"You look for me-" She stopped herself. "Something to keep…"

>"To keep?"

>"Yes…To keep. To call your own."

>You take a step back. "Well… It works like that here as well, but you have to find that thing yourself. You can't just go from thought to thought. You have to focus on something."

>"Like what?"

>"Just things. Something you'd like to do, something you'd like to eat, someone you'd like to see. A movie you want to watch, maybe just think about a song you like. Day dream, make up a story in your head. If you're constantly asking questions in your head that you can't answer…Well I can't really say that it would be healthy."

>"Just focus on anything…" She said to herself.

>You smiled and took her by her paw. "Come on. We can start easy, we'll watch a movie, you can just zone out and watch that."

>"O-Okay." She agreed, following you along.

>You led her back downstairs and sat her in front of the TV. Scrolling through the options, you found a light hearted comedy to watch.

>Hannah jumped when the movie started, there were suddenly people inside the screen!

>She remembered that you said it was like a play, though she didn't understand why the people would just wait to be asked to perform.

>You felt a bit of relief when Hannah giggled at one of the jokes. Looking over you noticed she was completely enthralled in the movie. Giving you enough time to make food for the both of you…

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e4cf7f No.322322

>>322198

I never thought I'd feel sorry for a faggotcat. The poor thing needs a hug.

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b33b0d No.322396

>>322198

>You woke up sometime in the night.

>Hannah had figured out how the TV worked and stayed up watching some movies.

>You left her to it, and went to bed around 11:00PM.

>When you went downstairs to check on her, you heard that the TV was still on.

>Walking into the living room, you saw Hannah curled up on the couch.

>You approached her and noticed she was sleeping. The TV was sitting on the menu, with a trailer for one of the shows playing on loop.

>With a long inhale, you grabbed the blanket on the other side of the couch and placed it over her shoulders, turning off the TV and leaving her to sleep on the couch.

>Hannah's tail fell out of the blanket and brushed along the ground.

>You watched it move around as she slept.

>It was hard to believe that it was actually a part of her body and not just some kind of prop.

>You almost wanted to pull on it to see if it came off.

>But the way it moved was so real, it wasn't really up for debate if it was fake or not, same with the ears and the paws.

>She's not human, is she?

>But her face, and the rest of her body.

>Was she an alien of some sort?

>You decided to push all those questions to the back of your mind.

>You left her sleeping, and went back to your bedroom.

>You woke up in the morning around 8:00AM.

>After finding the strength to get out of bed, you went downstairs.

>Hannah was still sleeping on the couch, so you left her alone.

>You decided on making a nice breakfast.

>Nothing like making her eat 40 eggs or something like that.

>Maybe just scrambled eggs and a side of bacon?

>As you prepared breakfast, you heard a yawn coming from the living room.

>Soon after, Hannah drudged her way into the kitchen.

>"Morning, sleepy head." You greeted.

>"Mohnin…" She yawned, rubbing her eye with one of her paws.

>"Did you sleep well?"

>"I think…" She nodded.

>"You think?"

>"I've never slept that long before." She admitted.

>"Really? How long do you usually sleep?"

>She had to think on it. "Thirty minutes?"

>"Thirty minutes? Really?" You asked.

>"Nobody in Wonderland sleeps all that long." Said Hannah before she yawned again.

>"I…I see." You sit back.

>The two of you began to eat, Hannah was hesitant at first, but soon began to dig into the meal you made her.

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b33b0d No.322777

>>322396

>"Hey, do you want to go into town?" You asked.

>"Into town?" She repeated. "…And do what?"

>"Well we need to get you some clothes, right?" You leaned back in your chair. "My sister isn't really your size."

>"I…I wouldn't want to be a burden…"

>"You're no burden." You assured her. "Truth is, its nice to have something."

>You kind of left out the part where having a cute girl living with you was twice as good.

>"Well…" She was fidgeting. "If you insist."

>After breakfast, you found some clothing for Hannah to wear.

>She rummaged through the closet and found what she "liked".

>Chose a winter coat, a took, and a scarf.

>The took was large enough to hide her ears, and she wrapped her tail around her waist.

>The coat hung down to her knees, and and barely rested on her shoulders.

>Your sister was never the thinnest person.

>"That won't do…" You say with your arms crossed.

>"It's a little loose." She admitted.

>"Well, we'll get you a better fitting one in town today."

>Hannah held her paws together and nodded, lowering her head.

>"Come on, don't be like that." You tried to reassure her. "You're not a hassle and you're not a burden, cheer up."

>She looked back at you and gave you a weak smile. Nothing like that grin you saw when you first met her.

>"You don't think people will notice?" She asked. "The hands and feet?"

>"Probably not." You assured. "It's cold out, they'll probably chalk it up to some kind of fashion."

>Hannah took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, I'm ready to go."

>The ground was painted with a fresh layer of snow.

>Your shoes crunches against the white with every step.

>You couldn't find a pair of boots for Hannah to wear, but she insisted that she was fine going bare foot.

>The town was rather quiet, especially for a weekday.

>The streets aren't usually crowded, but you most of the time at least see cars driving around.

>The clothing store was known as "Ol Ned's".

>Its apparently been around for almost 100 years, passing the business down through the family.

>The clerk greeted you at the door.

>You've only ever been in here once, and that was to get a new pair of boots.

>The women's section was much nicer than the men's.

>Everything was orderly, latest fashion, very nice looking clothes all around. While the men's section was usually just hoodies, button up shirts, and checkered coats.

>"What should I take?" She asked you.

>"Take whatever you want, just nothing that's like 10,000 dollars." You tell her, deciding to end your answer with a joke.

>Hannah carefully went down each aisle, and started to pick and choose.

>She seemed to know her taste in clothing, or at the very least she knew what looked good on her.

>After picking an arm full of clothing, shirts, pants, and everything in between, she made for the changing rooms.

>Each time she came out to show you. First was a tan turtleneck sweater, the next was a sleeveless button up shirt. But for the most part she just picked sweaters and T-shirts to go under them. It was the beginning of winter, so it made the most sense.

>After she got her new wardrobe picked out, you paid and the two of you headed back home.

>You began to rub your hands when you got home. They were freezing and stung with a sharp pain.

>"Should have worn gloves…" You complained.

>"Are your hands cold?" Hannah asked.

>"A bit, yeah." You nodded.

>"Here."

>Hannah put her things down and approached you. She took both your hands and balled her paws around them, warming them up with her fur.

>"Better?" She asked.

>"Uh, yeah." You confirmed with surprise.

"Good." She smiled her first sincere smile. "Lucky you didn't get frost bite."

>She held your hands for awhile longer before finally letting go.

>You balled your hands into a fist a few times and watched as she cleaned her feet and went to put her new clothes away.

>Maybe she can adapt after all.

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3ab46c No.322791

>>322777

Finally, the cute romance starts!

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923d86 No.322976

>>322777

I like this story even more than the last one

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cac248 No.323381

>>322777

>A few days had come and gone.

>You made sure to keep an eye on Hannah.

>But she seemed to be doing better day after day.

>Soon she could peel herself away from the sound of the TV and do other things.

>She started reading books you had, taking interest in some of the hobbies you were doing, having conversations.

>She even started to help around the house.

>Dusting and vacuuming usually, but she would help you outside as well.

>She had to take less than you, and even then it was a tad too heavy. But Hannah managed to help stack firewood in the house anyway.

>You hadn't seen her wear that corset she arrived in for a few days now.

>Then again it is pretty cold outside.

>You prefer this anyway.

>Her new sweaters are rather form fitting, and sometimes went past the waist.

>She could probably go pantless and you probably wouldn't even notice.

>You shook the perverted image out of your head.

>She seemed content though.

>Humming to herself as she crumpled up newspaper for the fire.

>You couldn't help but smile…

>”Hey, I'm heading into town for a bit.” You told her one day.

>Hannah looked up from the table she was wiping down, her ears perked. “oh?”

>”Yeah, I just need to talk to someone about the house, I won't be long.” You say.

>”So…You're not taking me with you?” She asked.

>”It's just boring paper stuff.” You reassure. “You'd never forgive me if I dragged you into it.”

>”Oh, okay.” She nodded. “If you say so.”

>You said your goodbye and headed into town.

>Hannah sat at the couch with her paws on her lap.

>Her ear wiggled and she looked around the house.

>'Would he be okay if I just did whatever?' She asked herself.

>She didn't want to intrude, but he didn't really seem to mind her having free reign of the house.

>”Right!” She said to herself. “No going into any rooms I haven't been into before!”

>Bathroom, living room, kitchen, and her room were free to go.

>But his room, and a few other rooms were off limit. Or at least she made them off limit to herself.

>What to do, though?

>She didn't just want to loaf around and watch movies like some kind of potato.

>The house was clean, though…

>She sighed and stood up.

>She put her hands behind her back and too large, lazy steps around the room.

>Hannah suddenly had an idea.

>She knows how the fire place worked, and there was another skill she had.

>Something she had forgotten long ago.

>But her mind was clear now, and she could think properly.

>Hannah was an excellent baker.

>She started with the fireplace, crumpling the paper and setting up the kindling wood.

>With the fire started, she placed a log and waited until it was safe to leave the fire on it's own for awhile.

>After that, she washed her hands and found an apron. She started her charge.

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cac248 No.323382

>>323381

>You groaned and rubbed the back of your neck.

>That guy was a pain in the ass…

>With a sigh, you looked up, happy to finally be home.

>You noticed a pillar of smoke coming from the chimney. Was Hannah cold?

>Should have taught her how the thermostat works… Hope it wasn't too much trouble.

>You open the front door and step inside, suddenly greeted by the sweet smell of pastries.

>”I'm home!” You call out, catching another whiff of the scent.

>”Welcome home!” You were greeted as you kicked off your shoes.

>You turned the corner towards the kitchen and saw Hannah at the oven.

>She opened it and pulled out the sheet with cinnamon buns and placed it on the stove tops.

>You followed the scent and noticed that there was more already made.

>Not just cinnamon buns, but cookies, bread, and other pastries you didn't even recognize.

>”You made this all yourself?”

>”Yup.” She nodded. “Didn't want to just sit around, thought I'd get busy.”

>Hannah grabbed your hand and led you to a seat. “Sit, sit!”

>You followed her orders and sat down.

>You watched while she put a cinnamon bun on a plate and put it in front of you.

>Plate was kind of unnecessary, guess it catches crumbs.

>It smelled amazing. You didn't hesitate to take a bite.

>”And?” She asked.

>”Wow, this is delicious!” You remarked.

>”Really!?” Hannah clapped her paws together.

>”You sure you don't want to start a bakery or something?” You asked before taking another bite.

>”Ahaha, quit it.” She laughed. “You're making me blush.”

>”Oh man, I need to slow down.” You said. “Or I'm going to gain a hundred pounds.”

>You finished the bun and sat back. “Where did you learn to bake like that?”

>”I'm not sure…” She admitted honestly. “I think I can cook as well…”

>Hannah seemed to dwell on her thoughts.

>You could see it started to upset her.

>”Hey, we should make some cocoa!” You suddenly said, taking her out of the moment. “We can put on a fun movie and just relax.”

>”Oh. Oh, sure!” Hannah agreed.

>You sighed with relief and watched her go put another log on the fire.

>But you knew you couldn't distract her from it forever…

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32ddc7 No.323384

Great shit my dude, keep it up.

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57d4e2 No.323390

File: 06abb25b41dd147⋯.png (61.94 KB,1920x1080,16:9,cheshire gotta have a good….png)

>>323382

Anon's distracting her from the internet, isn't he?

But seriously good stuff, keep it up

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cac248 No.323759

>>323382

>Days went by.

>Hannah seemed to adjust to her new life.

>She cleaned, made the fire, and did cooking.

>Almost felt like you had a house wife.

>She even stopped asking for permission to use everything.

>The two of you made an event of going into town.

>You would window shop.

>Or just go grocery shopping.

>It was nice to just walk around and talk.

>One day, while at the store to restock on food and other things.

>"What else do we need?" You asked, looking at the shopping list. "You wrote down lemons?"

>"Yeah, for Madeleine cookies!" Hannah nodded. "I'll go get them."

>Hannah skipped off to the produce aisle.

>She found the lemons right away and proceeded to put one in a bag.

>She hummed while she tied the bag closed, and turned around to return the aisle you were waiting in.

>"Oh my god!" A voice suddenly exclaimed.

>Hannah jumped, her blood ran cold.

>Did somebody notice something about her? Was her tail sticking out? Or her ears?

>A human girl approached her, slightly shorter, with blond, shoulder length hair.

>"I -love- your gloves!" The girl told her.

>"M-my gloves?" Hannah asked.

>The girl put took Hannah's paws in her hand and lifted them, pressing her thumbs against her fingers against her paw pads.

>Hannah gasped in surprise at the sudden pressure on her pads.

>"Where did you get these?" She asked. "They feel so real!"

>"Oh well, um…" Hannah hesitated, she didn't know exactly what to say. "The… City?"

>"Like, in the mall?" The girl asked.

>"Yea-..yes! The mall! I got them in the mall!"

>"At that new place, right?"

>"Sure-yeah, okay, yeah that's where I got them." Hannah agreed.

>"I have to check it out the next time I'm over there." The girl tells her.

>She lets go of Hannah's paws and waves as she leaves. "Thanks again! You're the best!"

>Hannah sighs and grabs the bag, returning to you and the cart.

>She drops the lemon in the cart and grabs on to your arm.

>"We can never return." She tells you.

>"What? Why?"

>"Don't question it, we gotta go."

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cac248 No.323760

>>323759

>The very same night, after dinner.

>You decided to join Hannah in watching a movie.

>”What do you want to watch?” You asked, sliding through the options.

>”I'm not really one to ask.”

>”Right…” You flipped through everything, and then something caught your eye.

>Friday the 13th.

>”Hey, want to watch a horror movie?” You asked.

>”Horror?” her ears perked up.

>”Yeah, its like a scary movie.”

>”…How scary?”

>You turned on the movie anyway.

>Hannah sat quiet at first, the movie seemed tame enough at the start.

>But as soon as the scares started happening…

>She yelped in surprise the first time.

>The second she covered her eyes.

>By the third scene with the killer she was hiding behind her pillow.

>”Wanna turn it off?” You asked.

>”N-No!” She huffed. “Its just a movie after all!”

>Right after she said that, another jump scare happened and she returned to hiding behind her pillow.

>Her tail was wagging furiously, you had to fight off the urge to grab it.

>The movie ended, and you were still sitting on the floor with your head in your hand.

>”Huh. I never actually sat down and watched that before.” You commented. “Was alright.”

>”Y-yeah…”

>You grin mischievously and suddenly swipe the pillow from in front of her.

>Hannah screamed and reached for the pillow. “Give it back! Give it back! Give it back! Give it back! Give it back!”

>You held on to it for a few more moments before finally handing it back to her.

>”Meanie…” She pouted, hugging it close to her.

>”Sorry. But it was just looked like too much fun.”

>The same night.

>You decided to call it early that day. For some reason you were exhausted…

>Hannah seemed to feel the same, and the two of your said goodnight before returning to your respective rooms.

>Some time around mid night.

>The snow reflected the light of the moon, giving the world around you a gentle blue glow.

>You slept usually with your back to the door, facing right under the window.

>Suddenly, there was a knock on your door.

>”Whats up?” You asked, turning around in bed to face the door.

>The door creaked open slightly. You saw Hannah's purple ear wiggle before you saw the rest of her.

>”Uhm…” She seemed embarassed. “Sorry to disturb you.”

>”Its not a problem.” You reassured her. “Are you okay?”

>”I-I'm fine…” She stepped in, she was still hugging on to her pillow, or started again when she got up.

>”Do you need something?” You asked.

>”Can I sleep with you?”

>You paused for a moment. “Huh?”

>”Well…I've been having trouble sleeping… And well…I.”

>You gave her a look of amusement.

>”It wasn't the movie!”

>”I didn't say anything about a movie.” You told her.

>Hannah froze and squeezed her pillow tighter.

>She looked away, her cheeks turning red.

>”Well maybe…Maybe I just had a really bad dream.”

>”From the movie?”

>She looked away and pouted. “…Maybe…”

>”Alright, come here.” You say, scooting over.

>Hannah beamed and skipped over to your bed.

>She placed her pillow and then crawled her way under the blanket.

>After cozying up, she turned to you and smiled.

>”Thank you…” She told you with a yawn.

>”Don't worry about it.” You told her in return.

>”You don't want me to worry about much, do you?”

>”Nope.” You confirmed. “Better to just be happy than worry, right?”

>”I guess.”

>You tucked yourself in again and sighed.

>”Good night.” You told her.

>”Night…” she responded.

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cac248 No.324126

>>323760

>It's been about two months now since Hannah entered your life.

>She found a routine.

>Almost like a house wife.

>You don't think you've ever seen the house this clean.

>There really isn't much for you to do anymore.

>So you end up doing a lot of outside work.

>One day, you had to go into town again.

>Just some more paper stuff, nothing too bothersome.

>While you were gone, Hannah went outside to get more fire wood.

>She hummed to herself as she began to fill her arms.

>But, her ear twitched.

>A noise?

>It was feint at first, but it soon picked up in the distance.

>A human wouldn't hear it from this distance, but Hannah's cat ears picked it up almost instantly.

>She began to follow the sound.

>It was…

>A tune!?

>She picked up her pace.

>She was faster, more agile than any human.

>She had forgotten that over the last two months.

>Each stride covered great distance, and it wasn't long until she could pin point the exact location of the sound.

>There it was, inside of a hole of a nearby tree.

>It shimmered like water, but the image was clear.

>The bright grass, the strange, ever changing sky.

>The Queen of Hearts castle was visible in the distance.

>Wonderland. The place she had called home.

>Home for as long as she could remember.

>Home for so long that she forgot her name…

>But it was home, where she belonged.

>He had taken care of her, she was only a nuisance in this world…

>Hannah raised her paw, and moved it towards the window to Wonderland.

>Slowly, her claw crept towards the shimmering portal.

>Why did she move so slow?

>Her claw twitched, and she hesitated.

>It was where she belonged. But something was stopping her from going back.

>No, nothing was stopping her.

>She didn't want to go back.

>She didn't know why at the time, but she didn't want to go back to Wonderland. It wasn't a familiar comfort to her anymore.

>Hannah took a step back and retracted her hand. She gave the portal one last look.

>She didn't want it…

>She turned her back to it, and returned to the house.

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cac248 No.324133

>>324126

>Two days later.

>The two of you were out for a walk in town.

>Large flakes of snow gently fell to the ground, the sky grey with clouds.

>hannah was covered in a wool button up coat.

>A purple scarf wrapped around her neck, and a grey took hid her ears.

>She blew against her paws and rubbed the pads together.

>"Getting cold?" You asked.

>"The fur only does so much." She admitted.

>"We should head back then."

>"Sur-" She stopped.

>The two of you hadn't traveled down this road before.

>It was on the other side of town, past the residential areas.

>An old part, one rarely walked by others in this day and age.

>To your left, breaking off form the walkway, was an old dirt road leading into the woods.

>Hannah examined it curiously. You noticed that her ear wiggled under her hat.

>"Is something wrong?" You asked.

>"That road…" she pointed. "It looks…Familiar."

>"I think it leads to some old part of town." You explained. "The heritage museum keeps it in working condition."

>Hannah tilted her head and then turned to you.

>"Hey…Can we go have a look?"

>"Sure." You nodded. "Not like we're in a hurry."

>The two of you followed the dirt road.

>It wasn't far into the forest before you were greeted by a closed off fence.

>"Closed for the holidays!" The sign read.

>"I guess we have to come back later." Hannah commented.

>"Well, nothing ventured nothing gained."

>You began to climb the fence, doing your best not to get your sleeves caught at the top of the chain links.

>"What are you doing!?" Hannah asked. "Isn't this illegal!?"

>"Not illegal if we don't get caught." You told her. "Besides, no ones here. We're just having a look around."

>Hannah gulped and then looked behind her, expecting to see someone watching. Obviously, the two of you were alone.

>She took a deep breath and then nodded with determination. "Okay! Lets go!"

>Unlike you, who had to clumsily climb the fence, Hannah simply leaped over in a single bound.

>"Damn." You said. "Nice jump."

>"Thanks." She smiled.

>The old village was only a few yards away now.

>Only a few houses were preserved, as well as the church and the workshop.

>Hannah and you stood at the center of the little village, and had a look around.

>"What do you expect to find here?" You asked.

>"I don't know…" She said in a hushed tone, almost a whisper. "But this all feels familiar…"

>She continued to look around until a house caught her eye.

>A two story home with a old, creaky deck.

>Hannah's tail wagged slowly, and she approached the house.

>"Whats wrong?" You asked, following her.

>Hannah walked up the steps and opened the front door. It creaked mercilessly in the winter cold.

>The two of you went inside, it was only slightly warmer.

>The home was well maintained, but it was obvious no one has lived in here for a long time.

>There were long strings set up to tell people not to touch some of the items that had been left in the house.

>A shelf of books, an old bath tub, the usual things you would see in a heritage center.

>Hannah looked around more, she looked visibly upset.

>Without a word, she turned the corner and walked up a flight of stairs.

>You followed her into a room on the left, where she stood at the entrance. Only the sound of the wooden floor creaking under your feet were left.

>"…Hannah?" You asked, stepping beside her.

>"This…" She gulped. "Is my room.

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cac248 No.324138

>>324133

>"Your room?" You asked.

>Hannah didn't reply, she only nodded.

>You took a step deeper into the room.

>It seemed like a girls room. There were dolls on the neatly made bed.

>That and all of the other furnishing, even though you weren't an expert on girl stuff from the early years, this indeed was a girl's room.

>Hannah dragged her paw across the bed and touched one of the dolls.

>Tears began to well in her eyes, and her lip quivered.

>"My mother bought me this…" She said. "The same day she started teaching me how to cook."

>"Hannah. Nobodies lived here for at least a hundred years." You explained. "If not more."

>"A hundred years?" She repeated.

>"And the way you talk, the way you adapt to things. You don't really come off as someone from the distant past."

>"I remember this room…" She stated. "I remember everything now."

>Hannah covered her mouth, tears began to flow freely now.

>You took one more look around the room and gritted your teeth.

>You grabbed her paw and began to lead her out of the house.

>"Where are we going?" She asked.

>"We're going home. My home, your home."

>"My home?"

>"Yes, your home." You confirmed.

>You left the heritage center, leading Hannah back home.

>She sniffled, much like the first day you met her.

>You let Hannah sit on the couch while you set up the fire place.

>Once the fire was burning, you sat down beside her.

>She looked off to the side, leaning against the arm rest.

>"I had just turned eighteen." She suddenly started. "I remember my parents were working on a big celebration with the rest of the village. There was a boy I had a crush on at the time, and I wanted to finally talk to him. But then I heard a noise, a tune in the woods, I followed it, and I found the way to Wonderland."

>She sighed and closed her eyes. "When I arrived, I was taken to the Red Queen. She made me her "Cheshire." and that was the last thing I remembered before I…Before I became this."

>You looked at Hannah, and then reached for her paw. She jumped slightly when you touched her, and you took her paw in your hand.

>"Look, I don't know what you're thinking right now." You say. "But take as long as you need. If you need to be alone then I can just piss off for a bit and leave you to it…"

>"Why?" She asked. "Why are you always so nice to me?"

>"Well I uh…" You looked away and coughed into your hand. "Maybe I kind of…"

>"You kind of…?" Hannah asked, scooting closer to you.

>"I need to go collect some wood." You told her, standing up. "If you need anything, just tell me."

>Hannah watched as you left the living room. A familiar smirk stretching across her mouth.

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6c3e5c No.324142

File: 2af8cb6bfa0f6c5⋯.jpg (27.92 KB,472x472,1:1,2af8cb6bfa0f6c5785dc09da11….jpg)

>>324138

Good shit man.

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923d86 No.324204

>>324138

I hope there's more, I seriously need closure to this. Does he admit his love? Do they fuck? Does she become his cheshire waifu forever?

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32a999 No.324271

>>324138

Nice story. Please continue it.

On a tangential note, it's interesting to see stories where a mamono character wasn't always a mamono. Not counting Alps, obviously. I haven't found many stories yet where people explore how monsterization changes the lives of human women or how it affects their relationships with those around them.

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cac248 No.324971

File: 50c84c6ef25f528⋯.png (612.28 KB,724x1024,181:256,1432236975178.png)

Sorry about the delay, I know what I'm supposed to be writing, I just don't know how to put it into words at the moment.

Here, have this picture while you wait.

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ce3942 No.324974

>>324971

Thank you for your hard work, anon! I'll wait warmly until it is ready.

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32a999 No.324983

>>324971

"A delayed game is eventually good, but a rushed game is bad forever"

~ Shigeru Miyamoto

We can be patient, anon. Keep up the good work at your own pace!

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cac248 No.325286

>The days past.

>Hannah has been acting strange.

>You catch her peeking at you every now and then.

>But nothing too serious.

>It was a Tuesday.

>One last time, you had to head into town and do some paper work.

>Nothing too much. But it still had to be done.

>”I'll collect some fire wood while you're gone!” Hannah declared.

>You smiled. “Alright then.”

>The two of you said goodbye and you headed into town.

>Twenty minutes later, Hannah was dressed and ready to go outside!

>She began to collect the wood, humming to herself as she stacked them in the basket she found not too long ago.

>But then…

>There it was again…

>That music.

>She ignored it this time. Having made her choice days ago…

>She didn't want to go back.

>”Oh, there you are.”

>Hannah's ears perked, and she jumped in fright.

>She turned around, seeing the person that was behind her.

>The girl was floating in a sitting position, her legs crossed.

>Long blond hair, wearing a red dress and holding a scepter across her lap.

>She grinned.

>Hannah took a step back, dropping her basket to the snow.

>”What…What do you want?”

>”My my, that's no way to talk to your queen.” The girl stated. “The better question is, what do you think you're doing?”

>”What do you mean…?”

>”Well, you're away from your post.” The girl stated. “And you have been for quite some time.”

>”I never wanted the job to begin with!” Hannah protested.

>”Oh my, what brash attitude!” The girl laughed. “To talk in such a way to your queen?”

>”You-…You're not my queen.” Hannah said, looking away.

>”Come on, I did so much for you.” The Queen commented. “All those neat little magic tricks, I made you pretty, and look at those cute little fuzzy paws!”

>”I'm not human anymore…”

>”No.” She sighed. “You're better than human, though. Humans don't get to live as long as you do.”

>”This is my home now.” Hannah said. “I don't want to go back and just wait for someone to fall through the door again.”

>”Oh is it?” The Queen frowned, she was clearly irritated now. “Leeching off some poor sap, eating his food, sleeping in his home, and you're not-even-putting-out. Next thing he knows and you're going to bring other guys into his house under his nose!”

>”How dare you!” Hannah hissed, the hair on her head standing up. “I would never do that!”

>”Can't even sleep with the guy then, huh?”

>”Its…Its that…I don't know if…”

>”Awww, you don't know if he likes you back?” The Queen asked. “What are you? A teenage girl?”

>The Queen landed on the ground, her feet crunching into the snow.

>She began to step around Hannah, holding on to her scepter behind her back.

>”Come on, Cheshire.”

>”My name is Hannah…” She trembled.

>”Che-shire.” The Queen repeated. “You don't belong here, you're not even human. Come home, where you belong…”

>Hannah looked away…

>She could feel the tears welling in her eyes.

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cac248 No.325287

>>325286

>Finally done.

>You couldn't wait to go home.

>With a bag of Asian food in your hand.

>You don't think Hannah has ever got to try it before.

>You're sure she'd like it…

>”I'm home!” You call out as you enter the front door.

>No answer…

>”Hello?” You call out, putting the bag down.

>Still no answer.

>”…Hannah?” You call out one more time.

>Still no answer.

>Maybe she fell asleep.

>You check her room, but she's not there.

>Every room in the house is empty.

>You're beginning to worry.

>Going outside, you quickly find the basket full of fire wood.

>Paw prints, large enough to be Hannah's.

>You follow them, but they vanish at the forest's edge.

>”Hannah!” You call her name.

>You run into the woods.

>You continue to call her name.

>What happened to her!?

>Did she get lost?

>Why would her tracks disappear.

>There were nobody elses foot prints.

>No sign of a vehicle of any kind.

>She couldn't have been kidnapped…

>No.

>She went home, didn't she.

>”Hannah?” You call out again.

>You stood in the cold forest. No one around for miles.

>”…Hannah?”

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34b59f No.325289

File: 0c8f8ad6847cda9⋯.jpg (16.32 KB,254x187,254:187,vignette.jpg)

>be me

>have always liked demon girls and want a qt demon waifu

>decide to summon a succubus

>prepare the summon ritual in my bathroom

>steal sisters bloody tampon

>burn it during ritual

>breathe in some of the smoke

>cough like hillary clinton during a speech but manage not to butcher the phrase of Latin I was supposed to chant

>nothing happens

>decide to clean up later and walk out my bathroom

>There standing in my room is a solid 10/10

>perfect figure redhead with cute freckles and deep blue eyes

>"hey sweetie, did you call me?"

>walk over to her and with one hand put my finger on her lips and the other I grab her hand

>"hush now my little kitten, I will take care of you tonight"

>lead her downstairs to the dinner table

>have prepared a nice dinner

>shrimp cocktail and a nice steak

>ask her what kind of wine she likes

>see a clear full red blush on her face

>stuttering so much I can barely hear what she's saying

>Fuck it, pour her a glass of fine red wine because it matches her hair

>Dinner is kind of awkward but manage to hold through

>lead her to couch so we can watch a romantic movie

>sit next to her

>During movie put my arm around

>tell her her hair smells nice

>make a bucket of popcorn me and my date can share

>her face is redder than a red oni in heat

>she puts her hand in the bucket to grab some popcorn

>do the same thing

>our hands meet

>she jolts up in shock

>Want to lean in for a kiss but feel a hard smack go across my face

>fall off couch and things start to go dark

>before losing consciousness hear an elderly woman scream at me calling me a pervert while a girl cries in the background

>hear door slam

>wake up in middle of living room

>kitchen and dinner table are a mess

>backdoor smells like sulfur

>succubus-chan is nowhere to be found

>start cleaning up house feeling disappointed

tfw no waifu

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0f468b No.325291

File: 6f49d4dc1c2b767⋯.jpg (213.73 KB,960x832,15:13,IMG_5126.JPG)

>>325287

Good stuff man. Keep it up

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7072f2 No.325293

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4d76a9 No.325306

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cac248 No.326070

>>325287

>Days passed.

>It doesn't feel right anymore.

>The house is too quiet now.

>You had come to enjoy her humming.

>Or just talking to her.

>You had never really felt lonely before.

>This was almost unbearable.

>Every now and then you would go looking.

>There was no family for you to go to and ask.

>Your best theory was that she went back to Wonderland.

>Hopefully. The idea of something happening to her kept you up at night.

>Two weeks passed.

>You were desperate for any kind of news.

>But you knew it wouldn't come…

>Three weeks.

>You tried to return to your normal schedule.

>But it never felt right.

>Four weeks…

>You didn't collect fire wood anymore.

>You just let the furnace run.

>Most of your time was spent watching movies.

>When you did go into town you only did so to get supplies.

>You were unhappy.

>Very unhappy…

>You almost felt stupid.

>To get attached to someone so quickly.

>At first it was nice to have her around.

>You felt guilty for pulling her out of her element.

>She helped with chores and she was really easy on the eyes.

>But it was more than that.

>You didn't just like her.

>You loved her.

>You didn't even care if she wasn't technically human.

>You sat up on the couch and buried your face into your hands.

>It was too much…

>You had to step outside.

>You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes.

>Maybe its time for a walk…

>You went through your usual spots.

>Into the woods, where only the gentle push of the wind was there to keep you company.

>You kept your eyes on the ground, you couldn't find it in you to look forward.

>But something was off…

>You heard something, a familiar tune.

>A melody that drove you closer.

>You ran this time, didn't want to miss it.

>You found it, easy to spot this time. In between two trees like some kind of gate way.

>You took a step closer and peered inside.

>It was the exact same image as last time. A castle in the distance and a strange field.

>You hesitated for a moment.

>What if she went back on her own?

>There's only one way to find out, right?

>Without another thought, you stepped into the gateway…

>You stepped on to the cobble stone road again.

>The frozen temperature was suddenly replaced by a spring warmth.

>This time you weren't greeted by anyone, it was just you on the road.

>You didn't waste time, didn't even bother to get accustomed to your new surroundings.

>Instead you went straight for the palace.

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d0f7ce No.326212

>>326070

>>Instead you went straight for the palace.

Ganbare anon.

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cac248 No.326224

>>326070

>"Halt!" Shouted the guard from the front gate.

>He was dressed in a suit designed to look like a playing card, a nasal helmet that his head barely fit into, and a long spear that he rested against his shoulders.

>You stopped in front of the man, it was almost surprising to see him. At first you didn't think he was human, but when he approached you noticed that the card was simply a suit, and not his actual body.

>"What is your business with the Red Queen!?" He asked, pointing his spear at you.

>"I'm not here for the queen." You told him. "I'm looking for Hannah!?"

>"There be no Hannah here." The guard stated coldly. "Now begone with ye!"

>"No I mean–" You groan with frustration. "Cheshire. I'm looking for Cheshire."

>"Cheshire be at the Queens side." The guard tells you. "She's unavailable…"

>"I don't have time for this." You sigh, shoving past the guard.

>He protested and tried to stop you, but you caught him by the face and shoved him aside, throwing him to the ground.

>The front gate opened without protest.

>You walked inside, much to the protest of the guard who was now following you inside.

>He seemed more frightened than angry when you stepped inside the castle, tugging at your jacket sleeve now like a scared child.

>"W-we shouldn't be in here." The guard told you. "She gets upset when she has uninvited guests!"

>"Why do you care?" You asked, walking down the long hall."

>"Because I'll get in trouble too!" He exclaimed. "I didn't scare you off, I'll get it the worst!"

>"Then start running." You told him.

>The guard gulped, but he didn't seem to want to run away. He followed you, maybe out of a morbid curiosity of how it all will play out.

>You opened another pair of doors at the end of the hall, this time into a large throne room lavished in scarlet.

>Drapes, windows, rose pedals, everything in the rood was a dark red color

>You walked into the room, the guard stayed behind, hiding behind the door and watching you enter.

>It was about when you reached the center of the throne room that a voice spoke out.

>"Who dares enter my throne room uninvited!?" A voice bellowed.

>You stopped in your tracks, but you weren't frightened.

>"I came looking for someone." You stated bluntly. "I want to see her again."

>"And who might that be?" The voice asked. "Have you come seeking an audience with the most illustrious Red Queen?"

>"No." You shook your head. "I'm looking for Hannah, the one you call Cheshire."

>The voice remained silent for a few moments before chuckling loudly.

>"You intrude in the most royal of chambers, and you don't even seek the Red Queen?"

>"No."

>There was a clapping of hands, and suddenly a light shone on the throne.

>A girl sat with crossed legs, twirling her blond hair with one finger. She gave you an impatient glare.

"So you want to see Cheshire, huh?" She asked.

>"That's why I'm here."

>"What makes you think she wants to see you?"

>"If that's the case, then I won't take up much of her time." You say. "I just want to ask her a few questions, then be on my way."

>"Well, I am nothing if not benevolent." She snapped her finger. "Cheshire."

>You expected her to materialize like when you first met, but Hannah instead simply stepped out from behind a pillar.

>She looked at you with a frown, keeping her distance.

>"Well, go ahead." The Red Queen waved her hand. "Say what you have to say…"

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32a999 No.326247

File: a884e7287c3f778⋯.jpg (Spoiler Image,441.38 KB,750x667,750:667,clackers.jpg)

>>326224

>"Because I'll get in trouble too!" He exclaimed. "I didn't scare you off, I'll get it the worst!"

<"Then start running." You told him.

>"You intrude in the most royal of chambers, and you don't even seek the Red Queen?"

<"No."

This anon has some clackers. Good. Now don't you dare come back without a cute purple catgirl in tow.

FOR LOVE AND JUSTICE!

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cac248 No.326358

>>326224

>You took a deep breath and approached her.

>"Hey." You started.

>She didn't say anything.

>"Are you okay?" You asked. "You're not hurt, are you?"

>Hannah looked away.

>You noticed she was back in that corset she was wearing when you first met her.

>"Look, I don't know if I'm coming off as creepy or weird or whatever." You rub the back of your head and sigh. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

>"I'm fine." She stated. "Everything is fine."

>"Okay then." You gulped and nodded. "That's all I wanted to know…"

>"Oh for crying out loud…" The Queen suddenly interjected. "Do I have to tell you to do everything!?"

>The Red Queen jumped from her seat and approached the two of you with her hands at her hips.

>"Cheshire!" The Red Queen barked. "You know what to do, we've prepared for this for weeks, take him!"

>"Take…me?" You asked.

>"Well I need to get more subjects from somewhere, don't I?" The Queen asked. "We don't really have all that many people just stepping through portals, you know…"

>You looked at the Queen, then back to Hannah.

>She sighed and then looked to you with a determined expression.

>Without a word, she stepped forward, and then again so that her leg was between yours.

>You took a step back, but Hannah pressed her paws against your shoulders.

>She began to push against you as you tried to back away.

>You felt yourself lose balance and stumbled to the ground.

>Hannah crawled on top of you and pushed her paws against you.

>She straddled your hips and looked down at you, her pupils narrowing into predatory slits.

>You looked back at her, opening your mouth to protest.

>But you stopped.

>"Fine…Do what you have to do." You said.

>Hannah froze.

>"I won't stop you. If this is what you want, then that's what I'll go with…"

>You closed your eyes, expecting something to happen.

>But instead you heard Hannah begin to sniffle, followed by the feeling of hot tears splashing against your cheek.

>"I don't want this…" Hannah muttered. "I don't want this!"

She curled up against you, pressing her forehead against your chest.

>"I don't want this to happen, I don't want to stay here, I don't want the music to come back…"

>Hannah gripped your shirt tightly in both paws.

>"I want to go home…" She told you. "I want to go back with you, I want to live with you, and bake, and clean, and go for walks, and see new things, and live with you…"

>You took in a deep breath and couldn't help but smile. You put your hand on her head and began to pet her ears. "Its going to be okay…"

>"Oh, please…" The Queen blew raspberries. "This guy's a friggin poison…"

>She went back to her throne and sat down crossing her legs and waving a hand. "Fine, you can go."

>Hannah sat up and wiped her tears. "Really?"

>"I don't need a cry baby in my court." She told her. "Get out of here, before I change my mind…"

>Hannah stood up and helped you to your feet. She looked at the Queen, who simply gave her a glare in return. Hannah jumped and then nodded. "Thank you…"

>"Yeah, yeah." The Queen waved her hand again. "Martin! Get in here!"

>The guard that followed you into the palace quickly rushed into the room as Hannah led you out. "Yes, your highness!"

>"Gimme a backrub." She ordered. "Its been a tough day."

>"Of course, your highness!"

>Hannah and you left the palace and walked down the road. The portal left behind was still open.

>She looked to you, and you looked back at her. With a smile, she grabbed on to your hand, and you gripped her paw tightly in your fingers.

>Without a second thought, the two of you stepped through the gateway, and returned home.

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cac248 No.326360

>>326358

>Several months later.

>Hannah wrote down the receipts for the day.

>She's been getting more orders than usual.

>Some even from out of town.

>This whole home-business thing is a cake walk.

>The front door opened, and you entered with a groan, kicking your winter boots off.

>"I'm home!" You call out.

>"Welcome back!" Hannah greeted you. "how was it?"

>"Car got stuck in the snow." You admitted. "Took three passerbys to help me get it out."

>"Aw." She said, approaching you.

>"Don't worry too much." You told her, throwing off your coat. "Got all the deliveries done in time."

>"Well that's good too." Hannah smiled.

>She was wearing that sweater you got her the first few days of when she was here.

>It fitted her form nicely, and she would pick at the sides from time to time.

>"Well, I should probably clean up then." She said, turning back towards the kitchen.

>"Hey, come on. Aren't you forgetting something?"

>"Oh! Right!" She exclaimed.

>Hannah turned back to you and skipped twice to where you were standing.

>She wrapped her arms around your neck and kissed you deeply, with a loud "Mmmwuah!" noise, her tail wagging playfully behind her.

>"Better now?" She asked after the kiss, pressing her forehead against yours.

>"Much." You said with a smile.

>"Maybe we can celebrate a good days work in the bedroom tonight…~" She purred.

>"Sounds like an idea." You agreed.

>"Come on, don't just stand there." She pulled on your hand. "Now that I have you enticed, you can help me clean up!"

>"Well oka- Wait, was that the idea all along?"

>Hannah grinned. "That's my secret plan all along!"

>You shook your head, but followed her into the kitchen either way.

>Your life was boring now, uneventful. Nothing happened.

>There were no more gateways to another world, and nobody came to put a hamper on your life.

>But you get to spend it with Hannah, in your cottage outside of town.

>And that's good enough for you…

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4d76a9 No.326361

>>326360

10/10

Thank you Anon for finishing this story.

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0f468b No.326402

>>326360

It's always nice to see a happy ending. Good job anon

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cac248 No.326439

File: 20b72b350d03391⋯.png (106.31 KB,325x315,65:63,1467649387412.png)

>>326402

>>326361

You probably noticed, but I was seriously running out of steam partways towards the end.

Expect a new story either tonight or tomorrow. Don't know.

Either way its going to be actual smut. I'm feeling a bit adventurous.

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b4f159 No.326442

>>326439

If the quality is anything like the rest then I’ll be happy. Well done

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4316dc No.326542

File: 63c8de34184e46b⋯.jpg (18.79 KB,480x183,160:61,FB_IMG_1488472716877.jpg)

>>326360

Holy shit anon that was fucking fantastic

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82b449 No.326544

>>326439

You should put these up somewhere more permanent and start namefagging.

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8b9020 No.326661

>>326544

I agree. Maybe OP can make a pastebin?

I've enjoyed everything so far, and I'm looking forward to what OP can do with smut. Just as long as he doesn't burn himself out.

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cac248 No.327662

I don't usually like to namefag, but I'll probably take the time to put everything on a pastebin in the future.

-

>You've been part of Hero's Calling for awhile now.

>A conglomeration of super heroes from around the world.

>All working together to keep the world save.

>Heroes like Ultraman! And the Blue Streak! And Primaiden!

>Then there's you…

>Sentai-Man. You didn't name yourself.

>You have the power to transform into one of those Japanese super heroes like on TV.

>Except you don't have a giant robot.

>Or the super strength.

>Actually, it's just a costume. But the power to have that costume appear basically makes you illegible for Hero's Calling.

>Fortunately, you're bullet proof in the suit. So you can at least tackle bank robbers and stuff.

>But you spend most of your time looking for lost cats and helping with local problems.

>At least you get paid…

>Most of the big time heroes don't give a shit about you, but at least Ultraman is nice.

>Other than that, there's Rat-girl.

>She calls herself that.

>Wears a suit that makes her look like a rat.

>Or more like a mouse, actually.

>Large, round ears, fuzzy arms and legs, and a nubly tail that wags by itself.

>It's neat for a cosplay.

>She's also really cute, even if she is annoying.

>Frankly, you're not cut out for this C-list hero business.

>Rat-girl declared you her arch nemesis, after you stopped her from drilling into a bank from the sewer.

>That's basically the only big-time crime she's ever done.

>Now its basically just been annoying things like making entire neighborhoods smell like rotten cheese.

>She also tries to "Defame" you.

>Unfortunately for her, you have no fame. Barely anybody even knows who you are.

>Still, she plagues your day job, showing up every few days.

>This time, you stood in an alley, with Rat-girl gloating over you. She stood atop the fire escape of one of the buildings, her arms at her side.

>Your eyes trailed away from her towards the ground, where a janky machine with claw arms stood before you.

>"Ga ha ha!" She laughed as menacingly as she could muster. "What will you do now, Sentai-Man!? Now that my death-bot is fully operational, you stand no chance in defeating m-"

>You step forward and kick the robot over.

>"AAAAH!" She cries out. "Stop! You'll break it!"

>"I'm taking this back to HC HQ." You tell her, looking back at her. "They can decide what to do with it…"

>"I spent weeks on that thing!" She protested.

>"And you've been bothering me every week for the past year and a half!" You shouted back, picking up the machine after finding the batteries and pulling it out. "I'm taking this!"

>She continued to yell in protest, but you left her in the alley, carrying the robot on your shoulder.

>You grumbled to yourself as you had to walk back to HQ

>No hero vehicle or anything, you take the bus like everyone else…

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cac248 No.327663

>>327662

>Luckily, it wasn't far from here.

>You brought the machine back and had Brain-lunatic look at it.

>To no one's surprise, it was basically just an RC car that could pinch you.

>You sigh and sit down in the lounge, taking off your helmet and brushing your hand through your hair.

>”Rough day?”

>You look up, its Ultraman.

>”You could say that…”

>”That, Mouse-lady again?”

>”Rat-girl…” you correct.

>”She seems to really have it in for you.” He says.

>”Yeah…”

>”Maybe she likes you.”

>You look up at the man that can bend steel with two fingers with a annoyed glare. He laughs at his own joke and shakes his head.

>”You don't look too good.” He comments. “Maybe take a few days off?”

>”I can't.” You sigh. “Rents due next week, need to make the donuts and all that.”

>”Don't worry about it.” Ultraman ensures you. “Just take a break for a bit, come back next week.”

>You sigh again and stand up, Ultraman ran the organization, if he says “Don't worry about it.” Then you probably shouldn't worry about it.

>”Alright then, I'll see you next week.”

>The two of you say your goodbyes, and you head to the locker room.

>You change back to your regular clothing and find your jacket in your locker.

>The walk home was uneventful.

>You looked outside, a few more C-list heroes were going about trying to be useful members of society.

>There was also the B-list “Handy-Man.”

>He was less of a super hero and more of a glorified blue collar.

>Though “Fix anything in seconds” and “Build new homes in minutes” are insanely good abilities to have.

>He was fixing someone's fence. Well, it was more like magically building a new fence, as he was done in less than a minute.

>You looked back forward on the bus, trying to ignore the things going on outside.

>When you got to your stop, you headed home immediately.

>Top floor of the apartment complex. A studio apartment you got on a deal, since the land lord is a family friend.

>The walls were nothing but orange brick work, your furniture was all picked out from second hand stores, and your bathroom was just a shower with a toilet inside.

>A hipster would kill for a place like this.

>Too bad for them, it's all yours.

>You kicked off your pants and threw off the rest of your clothing.

>Drudging through your apartment completely naked, you headed for the bathroom.

>”Shower sounds nice…” You tell yourself.

>The hot water washed over you like the world's greatest blanket. Instantly, you forgot all of your troubles in the stream.

>You thought you heard something move around outside your door, but it was probably nothing.

>After your shower, you dried yourself off and headed back into the main room, leaving the tail hanging on the wall.

>You closed your eyes and yawned, maybe time to throw on some boxers and go to bed.

>As you opened your eyes, you were greeted by a sight that made your heart skip a beat.

>Someone was standing in your apartment.

>She had an accusing pose, legs spread and a finger pointed forwards, like she was going to make a big announcement to you.

>Instead she stared at you, trembling mouth and eyes trailing to your nether.

>”I—Guh—buh.” She stumbled, trying to find the words.

>Rat-Girl was standing in the middle of your apartment.

>You looked back at her with a blank expression.

>Did she follow you home!?

>Rat-girl's face turned bright red and her whole body began to shake.

>She trembled as she stepped back, and then made a rush for the door.

>Some kind of instinct kicked in and you moved in to intercept her.

>She squeaked in surprise as you managed to get your arms around her stomach, lifting her from the ground from behind.

>She began to kick her legs, and you found yourself falling backwards.

>You fell to the ground, just in front of your bed, but you managed to maintain your grip with your back against the bed frame.

>”What the hell is this, huh?” You asked. “Following people home now.”

>”Wuaahh…” Rat-girl shivered in your hold, wringing her hands together.

>”Whats wrong? Cat got your tongue?” You joked.

>”Y-yoo-you're nnn-naked!”

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cac248 No.327664

>>327663

>”Huh?”

>Somehow, you didn't even notice.

>You were still completely naked from the shower.

>Rat-Girl was forced to sit on your pelvis as you clung to her, your member resting between her legs.

>”…Oh.” You felt your heart begin to race.

>You looked away and began to think.

>She knows where you live now, and broke in to do…Something.

>Probably wanted to proclaim that she knows who you are now, but was cut off by you being, well, naked.

>This is serious, the last thing you need is this girl attacking you in your own home every day or every other day.

>You needed to call HC, and tell them whats going on. Maybe get this damn girl out of your life.

>But if you let her go, she's just going to make a run for it…

>And then probably come back…

>Or maybe seeing you naked scared her straight?

>Hopefully she learned the virtues of knockin-

>”GYAAAH!” You suddenly yelped in surprise.

>Something, or rather someone, had just tugged on your dick.

>Full hand wrapped around, giving it a nice, solid pull.

>”What the hell!?” You asked.

>”Sorry!” She suddenly apologized. “I-I got curious!”

>”Curious of what!?” You asked. “If it's a dick or not!?”

>”No just…” She blushed harder. “I thought it looked nice…”

>That caught you off guard.

>”How would you like it if I just started touching you all over, huh?” You asked.

>”I wouldn't mind…”

>You paused again.

>Rat-Girl twiddled her thumbs and looked towards the ground.

>”Oh yeah well.” You huffed, pinching down on those rediculous ear props she had on top of her head. “How would you feel if I just took these without your permission?”

>You gave them a tug and Rat-girl yelped in pain.

>Instantly, you let go and moved your hands away.

>”They're real!?”

>Rat-girl nodded slowly.

>You narrowed your eyes.

>They can't be real…

>You moved your hands and cupped the sides of her head, where her ears would be.

>No ears…No human ears at all.

>Your hands moved from her head back to her ears, and you began to rub them gently.

>Rat-girl let out a noise and began to fidget in your grip.

>They were real…

>Rat-girl wasn't just some annoying woman in a rat getup.

>She was flat out a meta-human.

>This surprised you more than it should, considering how many Metas you know on the job.

>But you've never seen a meta like this.

>You began to rub her ears more vigorously.

>She began to fidget more, you could feel her very real tail moving between you and her.

>Rat-Girl leaned against you and began to breath deeply, she had no intention of escaping anymore.

>She started grinding against you, reaching back and wrapping her arms around your neck.

>You gulped and felt the tingling heat rise in your chest.

>Were you really going to have sex with your long standing arch-nemesis?

>You had your answer when she ground against you again and let out a soft moan.

>You hands moved from her ears and up her shirt.

>She squeaked in surprise as your hands cupped her breasts, which fit perfectly in your hands.

>You began to squeeze and knead, occasionally toying with her nipples as well.

>Rat-Girl began to squirm in your grip, rubbing her legs together and arching forward.

>You don't know what came over you, if you just have bad judgment, or if all of your frustration just built up to this.

>You didn't care anymore.

>Your left hand left her shirt and was now pushing into her shorts.

>She squeaked in surprise, feeling your fingers press against her folds.

>”H-hey…” She protested halfheartedly, and put up no resistance.

>You had no idea what had gotten into her either. But this was better than the lazy fights you usually have to put up with.

>You pushed a finger inside her, eliciting a sweet moan from her lips.

>She began to squirm and kick even harder as you played with her folds, grabbing on to your arms and biting her lower lip.

>She yelped loudly and fell forward, but you followed, now leaning over her.

>You couldn't help but go a bit further, grabbing on to her breast and pushing your fingers deeper into her.

>Rat-Girl began to moan louder and louder, curling up and pushing her knees across your floor.

>You couldn't help yourself anymore, you were hard as a rock.

>You sat up on your knees and put your hand on her shorts and pulled them to her knees.

>It was a welcoming sight, her sex was glistening with her own juices.

>Rat-Girl looked back and gulped. She raised her hips higher and presented herself to you.

>You didn't hesitate, and began to push your rod into her.

>It was a tight fit, so you moved slowly.

>Rat-Girl squeaked in pain as you moved deeper and deeper into her, until you finally hilted.

>”Are you okay?” You don't know where the concern came from, but you asked.

>”Y-yeah.” She smiled. “Keep going.”

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cac248 No.327665

>You complied and began to move.

>Rat-Girl dragged her teeth across her lower lip, writhing as you began to thrust.

>You were slow at first, trying to get accustomed to her.

>Her walls constricted with every move, hugging your shaft tightly.

>After awhile, you got use to her, and you stopped being as gentle.

>You had an idea that made you excited.

>Her tail, which was wagging around the entire time.

>You grabbed it in your hand, and then wrapped it around your wrist.

>Rat-Girl peeped in surprise as you tugged on it, forcing her rear higher and her head lower to the ground.

>With one hand pulling on her tail and the other holding on to her waist, you began to pound into her.

>Rat-Girl screamed in shock, but quickly covered her mouth.

>You pounded deep and hard into her with every thrust, your skin slapping against hers.

>She couldn't help but moan loudly from behind her hand, and soon chose to bite into the fur on her wrist instead.

>She began to fight against you, pushing herself from the ground and looking back at you.

>Her hair was no longer well kept, and strands had begun to fall against her face.

>After some time, you paused, you could feel yourself reaching your limit.

>You released her tail and put both hands on her waist.

>You held on tightly and began to thrust again, faster and faster.

>Rat-Girl squeaked loudly and fell back towards the ground.

>She dragged her fingers across the floor, now moving her hips with yours.

>You held on for as long as you could, not wanting this event to end, until finally, you submitted, and released.

>Rat-Girl tensed up as she felt you flow into her, she arched her back and bit her lip again.

>You stayed inside her for a little while longer before finally pulling out.

>She dripped with juices now, and you sat back against your bed.

>After the excitement wore off, you suddenly had a surge of panic across your entire body.

>What did you just do?

>You couldn't stand her not even an hour before hand. Now you just had sex with one another.

>Why did she do that? Why did YOU do that? Is she okay? She's not going to blackmail you is she? What if she gets pregnant.

>You almost wanted to curl up and try and think things over, but before you could do so you felt something touch your leg.

>Rat-Girl grabbed on to your ankle and began to crawl on all four towards you, her eyes glaring into yours.

>You gulped and pressed your back against the end of your bed as her leg landed between yours.

>”Think you can just do what you want and get away with it?” She asked in a sultry voice. “This isn't over until I get what I want.”

>”What you want?” You asked as she straddled you.

>She suddenly kissed you, deeply.

>You reeled back at first, especially when you felt her tongue enter your mouth.

>Rat-Girl suddenly stopped kissing and pulled her shirt off, you only now noticed that she left her shorts on the ground farther back.

>She pressed her naked body against yours, wrapped her arms around your neck, and then started kissing you again.

>You felt her tongue enter your mouth and play with yours, and you couldn't help but just accept it.

>She did this until you were hard again, which didn't take long.

>”There we go…” She didn't break eye contact and smiled.

>Raising herself, she aligned with your rod and plunged down on it with a pleasant sigh before kissing you again.

>She began to move her hips, refusing to let go of your mouth.

>Her movements were almost expertly done and you couldn't help but sink your fingers against her skin again.

>When she finally did allow you to breath, she pressed her forehead against yours, and continued to ride you until you finally came inside her again.

>You panted for air, exhausted as she raised herself from your shaft.

>”There we go.” She giggled. “Now I win.”

>”What…?” You asked. “How?”

>”You came before I did that time.” She said. “That means I own you!”

>”What!?” You suddenly jolted. “What kind of rules are those!?”

>”The rules I made.” She stated, pressing a finger against your chest. “Sentai Man is now owned by Rat-Girl!”

>You furrowed your brow and began to stand to your feet.

>”Fine, you want to play like that?”

>You picked Rat-Girl up and threw her on to the bed.

>She squeaked as she landed and let out a little giggle.

>You pinned her to the bed, no reason to wait, you were ready to go again.

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cac248 No.327666

>>327665

>This 'battle' lasted for some time.

>The sun was going down.

>It hasn't been a battle for quite some time.

>You were between Rat-Girl's legs, gently thrusting into her.

>Your lips were locked with hers, and she held you close.

>One final time, you were exhausted, and couldn't go on.

>You rested your head against her chest, and she gently stroked your hair.

>”I give up, you win.” You stated.

>”I gave up a long time ago.” She admitted.

>You moved off her and on to a pillow, groaning and cuddling up to it's softness.

>Rat-Girl rolled to face you and adjusted herself to your level.

>”Can I stay here tonight?” She asked.

>”Don't see why not.” You yawned.

>Rat-Girl grinned and scooted closer to you.

>She wrapped her arms under yours and nuzzled against your chest.

>”Oh, we're cuddling?” You asked.

>”Is that okay?”

>”I think I can manage.”

>You put an arm around her.

>You closed your eyes, and started to fall asleep.

>”Hey.” Rat-Girl whispered. “Can I ask for your real name?”

>”You can, but I don't know if I want to answer.” You tell her.

>”Come on.” She huffed. “You owe me that much.”

>”I owe you?” You stopped. “Fine.”

>You give her your name.

>”Oh, not as cool as I was expecting.” She joked.

>”What about you?” You asked.

>”Why should I tell you?” She suddenly asked in return.

>”If you ever want to leave this bed, you will.”

>”Maybe I don't want to leave…” She states, hugging you tighter. “…It's Karen, by the way.”

>”Nice to finally meet you, Karen.”

>”Nice to meet you too.”

>You pressed your lips against the top of her head, and quickly drifted to sleep.

>You don't know what this means for you.

>Maybe everything will just go back to how they were.

>You didn't think that would happen, and you were honestly okay with that.

>Maybe you could convince her to join you instead…

>Shouldn't be too hard now.

Story took me longer on account I had a sudden inspiration for a new story all of the sudden. Gonna be working on that one for a bit, hope this one was passable.

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0f468b No.327676

>>327666

It was brilliantly done Satan

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d1ada4 No.327681

File: f797440365fd87a⋯.png (171.85 KB,498x434,249:217,sugoi.png)

>>327666

You. Make a Pastebin. Now.

Seriously, you make good content and you need to preserve it.

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59ff8c No.327692

>>327666

>Inb4 Rat Girl starts making goofy gadgets for the MC to use to work

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ce3942 No.327707

File: 6d27cae09f93e8c⋯.png (135.23 KB,924x1035,308:345,kaban sweat.png)

>>327666

Goddamn incredible stuff, anon. And, yes, you really do need to properly archive these somehow.

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cff797 No.327710

>>327666

good shit friendo, hope to see more stuff in the future

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8b9020 No.327860

File: 6ed166d17403bf1⋯.gif (232.33 KB,649x551,649:551,JustKeepRollin.gif)

>>327666

Nice. I'm really enjoying the ride.

Keep up the good work!

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0b0a60 No.328033

File: d16c286776d3568⋯.png (631.3 KB,1280x800,8:5,d16c286776d35686724dc7af48….png)

>>327666

This is cute as fuck goddamn I love it

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cac248 No.328274

File: d2ad25cadc45be9⋯.webm (3.9 MB,960x540,16:9,1468872458241.webm)

Going to take longer than expected. Got a little into the story as I was writing it.

Probably going to release another short story in the meantime.

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cac248 No.329897

Sorry for the delay, I was really fucking sick. Here are the first few pages of the story I'm currently writing.

>Your job is simple.

>Outskirts management and security.

>Nothing gets into the city from the wasteland.

>Feral human tribes, wasters, cyborg-junkies, Blues, mutants.

>Nothing gets in without getting vaporized.

>You don't like to do it, but it's your job.

>And the outsiders are dangerous.

>Not just to City 016, but to every city on the planet.

>City 441 was wiped out years ago because of its lazy border security.

>You know some folks that come from there, their stories of the last days are less than uplifting.

>There's a crater now where 441 used to be.

>The walls should be enough of a defense, as well as the sentries and even military units that operate outside of the city. But you can never be too careful.

>”Hey.”

>You suddenly woke up from your day dream.

>With a shake of your head, you turned to the right.

>Adam, a good friend of yours, he even got you this job.

>”Still slacking on the job?” He asked. “You know bossman's gonna hang you out to dry if he catches you again.”

>”I know, I know…” You lean against the wall, looking out into the night illuminated wastes.

>”You've been slacking in a lot of things.” Adam stated, leaning beside you. “Last time I saw your apartment it was a total dump.”

>”Just can't find the motivation to clean up, I guess.” You shrugged.

>”That much of a slump over a girl, huh?” He laughed. “She didn't even like you in the first place.”

>You closed your eyes and groaned. “Had to cut deep, huh?”

>”I mean, laughing at you in front of everyone was pretty rough as well.” He said.

>”I get it, I get it.” You sigh.

>Adam looked at you, pursed his lips and then let out a deep exhale. He shook his head and then pressed down on his bionic left eye.

>A vid screen expanded in front of him and he began to cycle through browsers and documents with his vision.

>”I'll do you a solid.” He said.

>”What kind of solid?”

>”Don't get any ideas, Romeo.” He joked.

>He flicked his screen and then typed something out on the holographic keyboard that appeared.

>”I just sent my uncle a text.” He said. “He got a surplus of Arda's in store recently and can't get rid of them.”

>”Arda's?” You stood up straight. “Like, a maid unit?”

>”Yeah, those new ones aren't selling as well.” He said. “Not to everyone's taste.”

>”Even on a discount, there's no way I can afford one of those.” You scolded him. “Not everyone has rich family, Adam.”

>”You're looking a gift horse in the mouth.” He told you with a point. “Surplus as in they aint budgin'. Not even a little.”

>”So what…?”

>”I'm pushing one off on you.” Adam stated bluntly. “He'll be happy to get rid of even one. Especially one of those weird ones.”

>”Weird ones?”

>”They got a few in that aren't 100% up to human likeness.” Adam explained. “Something always off about them, like the guy who designed them based them off some kind of theme or something.”

>”What do you mean?”

>”Like, different ears, or arms, or eyes, or maybe they even have a tail.” He explained further. “An Arda for those weirdos that swap consciousness into man-animal bodies and stuff like that.”

>”Why would I want a animal woman in my house?” You asked.

>”I'll make sure to get you one that isn't…One of those.” He assured. “Trust me on this. But please just take one of the tin cans before my uncle loses it.”

>”Alright alright.” You conceded. “I don't want to come home to a dirty apartment anymore anyway.”

>”Cool!” Adam smiled, tapping some more things into his keyboard. “I just sent the address to my uncle's delivery system. The bot should have brought the package to your place by the time you get home.”

>”I hope I don't regret this…” You groan.

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cac248 No.329899

File: 3083f1624916687⋯.jpg (990.57 KB,1440x900,8:5,4bdef9eb81e1d53e7246a7d1d6….jpg)

>>329897

>The two of you parted ways for the time, with Adam returning to his sector before he got caught.

>You finished your shift and then began your journey back home.

>Your apartment was on level six, one of the middle layers of the city.

>You weren't rich, you couldn't live on any of the higher levels like level nine or 10.

>Six was alright, though. Even if you never see sunlight.

>The streets glowed with an amalgamation of neon lights.

>Stores and advertisements, mixed together with the passing colors of vehicles and machines.

>You only had to take the train for about an hour to get to the area in level six where you lived.

>An older building, built around six hundred years ago.

>It was out of date in every way possible, but it was affordable, so there was no reason to complain.

>You said hi to Ms. Oda, the older lady that lived on the first floor, and then made your way up stairs.

>Your legs were killing you. It's what you get for being a natural…

>No augs for you. Even so, you somehow managed to talk your way into a job.

>Nothing to keep you awake for days at a time or reinforce your legs with synthetic muscles.

>Or even a occular CPU like the one Adam has.

>You'll stick with the old fashion touch-screen, thank you.

>Maybe you'll sit down, play a game or something.

>Or check out whats going on on the web.

>The sound of the city and rumbling around you was drilling into your brain.

>All you wanted to do was get inside.

>Finally, your apartment.

>You sighed with relief and shut the door behind you.

>A slide of the atmosphere control silenced the world outside of your apartment.

>A flick of another switch changed the view of your window from the wall of the building beside your apartment to a nice, lush green field.

>You wonder if there are even any of those left. At least ones that aren't off-world…

>Not that you'd ever know. Off-world travel is way out of your budget.

>It was nice and quiet. With only the sounds of simulated wind and chirping birds from your “Window” to keep you company.

>You took a deep breath and looked around.

>Clothing all over the place.

>Dishes stacked up.

>Dusty as all hell.

>With a groan, you stepped further into your dingy apartment and suddenly jumped.

>There was a container, a very large one, in the corner of what could be called a living room.

>A slanted square metal crate with a scanner in the front and a pamphlet taped to it.

>The crate stood taller than you were, delivery must have gotten here before you did.

>You took the pamphlet and gave it a look over.

>”New and improved personal maid unit: Arda.” It read.

>You sat down and looked it over.

>No assembly required.

>Life like movement, responses, and appearance.

>Synthetic skin, simulation of other human functions such as breathing, beating heart.

>”Creepy…” You commented.

>To activate, power up the holding chamber. Press the large red button found above the scanning unit.

>You found it right away, and pushed it down with your thumb.

>The chamber came to life, its exhausts letting out a soft hum.

>You looked over the pamphlet again.

>Once the boot up process is complete, it will ask your for a print.

>Place hand on scanner to connect the Arda unit's command system to your particular bio license.

>You grimaced and looked at the small scar on your hand.

>You'd pull it out if you knew you could…

>Either way, you pressed your hand against the scanner.

>It lit up and did it's job.

>Identity confirmed, registering.

>Registry completed.

>stand by…

>Please step back.

>You did as it told and took a few steps back.

>The chamber hissed as it opened, the door in the front parting from the rest of the box.

>It slid forward and then to the right, revealing a rather misty interior.

>The mist soon departed, and you were greeted by the sight of a woman sitting down in a seat.

>She had her eyes closed, and she remained motionless.

>You took a step closer and observed.

>From here, she looked human, but something was off.

>You got in closer and took a better look.

>It was indeed a maid unit, very life like and humanoid.

>You could probably mistake her for an actual human, all things considered, save for a few things.

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cac248 No.329900

>>329899

>She had ears, as in not human ears.

>They were more like dog ears, Grey like her hair, and flopping downwards.

>Although her hands were very much human, her wrists and forearms were covered in a fur that matched her hair and ears.

>She didn't have shoes, but it looked like her feet didn't need them. Very bird like, golden and scaled with a rather intimidating set of talons on the end.

>This must be what Adam meant when he said they were strange.

>What kind of design is this?

>While you were examining your new house guest, the chamber suddenly beeped loudly.

>You looked away to see what the sound was, installation was complete.

>When you looked back you were greeted by a pair of eyes staring back at you.

>You yelped in shock and fell back. The maid sat motionless for a few more seconds before her eyes lit up.

>She blinked twice and and looked around, her chest heathed with one long, heavy breath.

>Finally, she looked down at you on the ground and smiled.

>”Hello.” She greeted. It's nice to meet you!”

>The maid stood up from her seat and straightened out her clothing.

>Her uniform was very traditional, like something you would see in a movie from time to time.

>When you heard maid you were thinking something sleazy like a sexy outfit or a naked apron, but she was dressed proper like an actual maid. Or at least what you thought an actual maid looked like.

>She tilted her head to the side quizzically. “Are you okay?”

>”I…Uh…Oh.” You stood up. “Y-yeah, I'm fine.”

>The unit smiled again and pinched both sides of her skirt. She lifted it courteously and bowed her head.

>”It's a pleasure to meet you, master.” She greeted. “I am Arda unit #3741, my name is Abigail.”

>”Abigail?” You repeated. “Do you…Have a last name?”

>”We are not designated with surnames.” She explained. “But. May I ask the masters name?”

>”I…” You had to pause for a second. “Shouldn't you already know my name?”

>Her eyes flashed for a moment, like you caught her off guard. “It is a courtesy to ask my new master his name.”

>”Oh…Then.” You told her your name.

>”It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She bowed again. “Do you have any questions?”

>”Yeah–” You had to ask. “Why do you have the…You know, extra features?”

>She tilted her head to one side. “Oh! You mean these?” She asked, touching her ears.

>”Yeah, those.”

>”My model is designed after an old house spirit from Slavic mythology. Though, if it is not too vain of me to say, I am quite less frightening then my mythological counterpart.”

>You'd have to look it up yourself, but you took her word on it.

>”Now then, shall I explain my functions?” She asked.

>”Oh…Sure, go for it.”

>”As an Arda model, I have all of the major functions of the previous Valk model.” She explained. “But I am capable of processing information at a faster rate, as well as downloading any skill I do not already have.”

>She continued.

>”I am capable of cooking, housekeeping, teaching, looking after children, and laundry. I also have the ability to look after other needs, be they emotional, entertainment, or sexual.”

>”…Sexual?” You asked.

>She smiled. “Shall I demonstrate?”

>”N-No no, that's okay! I believe you.” You panicked.

>Abigail lifted the sleeve on her left arm and dragged a finger across her forearm. The fur and skin parted to reveal a small CPU unit, as well as a USB jack and a very tiny screen.

>”If you need to check my diagnostics for any reason, or even do a reboot, you can do so here.” She told you.

>”That's very trusting of you to tell me.” You said.

>”It is my duty to be truthful.” She told you. “I am your unit, after all.”

>”Right, yeah.” You nodded. “That's how that works.”

>”Do you have any more questions for me?” She asked.

>You stopped to think about it.

>”What do you like to eat?” You asked.

>”I do not require food, but if it would make you more comfortable I am capable of performing human functions such as eating.”

>”That doesn't really answer my question.”

>Abigail stopped, she looked to the side like she had to think about it. “Cheesecake.” She said with an almost embarrassed tone to her voice.

>”Well, we'll have to pick some up sometime.” You teased.

>Abigail looked away again, you could see a faint hint of blush on her face before she looked back.

>”Shall I get to work then, Master?” She asked.

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cac248 No.329901

>>329900

>”Oh, right, sure, yeah go for it.” You told her.

>She smiled and bowed and immediately went to work without your instruction.

>”What should I do? Do you need help?” You asked.

>”You are kind to ask.” Abigail told you. “But I have no need of assistance. It would be against my purpose if I did.”

>”Oh, okay.” You took a step back. “I'll…I'll just do whatever then.”

>It was strange.

>Abigail simply went around and did the chores you had been neglecting.

>Laundry was put in the hamper and taken to your washer.

>Dishes were done before you even noticed.

>And the floor was scrubbed clean.

>All you could do was awkwardly sit there while your new maid turned your chores into cake work.

>When she was done, she would stand diligently beside her chamber.

>All you did was sit down, staring ahead without knowing how to act.

>”Hey uh…Abigail?”

>”Yes?”

>”Could you…Maybe…” You didn't know how this worked.

>”Are you hungry?” She asked.

>”Huh?” You looked at her. “I…I guess.”

>”I shall make Master something to eat then.” She bowed.

>Without another word, she headed into your kitchenette to prepare dinner.

>She paused as she looked through everything, then returned to you.

>”Master, there doesn't seem to be anything for me to cook.” She explained.

>”Well, I don't usually go shopping after work.”

>”Are you well?” She asked, approaching you.

>You reeled back a bit when she put her hand on your forehead. “You aren't sick, are you?”

>”No, no. I just don't usually eat when I get home.” You explained. “Don't really have the urge to make anything.”

>”hm.” Abigail stood up straight. “Then it will fall to me to do the shopping for you. What is your budget for food and other kitchen necessities?”

>”My budget?” You thought about it. “I don't know…About two hundred notes a week?”

>”May I ask the Master for two hundred notes then? For shopping?”

>”Sure…”

>You went to draw your wallet, but Abigail instead gently grabbed your wrist.

>She placed her finger against your bio chip and then smiled.

>”Right, 200 notes a day, no more, no less.” She told you.

>”You can do that?”

>”I am your property.” She confirmed. “Though you can turn off the feature if you so wish.”

>”No, no, its fine.” You said. “I don't have the energy to shop for myself anyway.”

>”Then I'll be off to the store.” She told you, heading for the door.

>”W-wait.” You stop her.

>”Hm? Is something the matter?”

>”Its getting a bit late, don't you think?” You asked.

>”…I suppose?”

>”Maybe it will be better if you stayed here tonight. And headed out tomorrow morning?”

>”Do you think so?” She asked.

>”I'd certainly feel better about it.”

>”Then I will wait.” She smiled and bowed.

>You felt relief and then went back into the main room of your apartment.

>”I…Uh. Do you mind if I call it for today?”

>”Are you going to bed?” She asked.

>”Yeah…I think so.”

>”I will make as little noise as possible then.”

>It felt strange.

>You tried to go to sleep, but Abigail was just kind of sitting there.

>She held her hands together, staring forward, not moving a muscle.

>”Abigail?” You called to her, turning over.

>Hm? What can I do for you, Master?” She asked.

>”Do you need to sleep?” You asked her. “I mean, to reboot or recharge or something like that?”

>”Well, I'm fairly self sufficient.” She explained. “But sleeping is an option you can turn on.”

>”It's kind of creepy to have you just sitting there.” You explained.

>”Oh? Would you prefer I went to my chamber?” She asked.

>”I mean, that would be kind of rude of me… Can't you just go to sleep?”

>”Very well.” Abigail nods. “Then I will activate the parameters necessary for sleep.”

>She pauses for a moment, staring towards the ground before blinking and looking back up.

>”Sequence completed.” She told you.

>Then she raised your blanket and got into bed with you.

>”W-wait, hold on.” You stopped her.

>”Hm? Is something the matter?”

>”You're going to sleep here?”

>”Well…” Abigail looked around your small apartment. “I don't see anywhere else?”

>You thought about it for a moment. “Okay, fine.”

>She smiled and got under the covers.

>”Going to wear the uniform?”

>”Would you prefer me naked?” She asked.

>”…We'll get you some clothes next chance I get.”

>”If you wish.”

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cac248 No.329902

File: 3ec118a1e5c8537⋯.jpg (310.65 KB,920x560,23:14,1327643608988.jpg)

>>329901

>The way to work went as usual.

>Luckily, not much people have a need to go to the city limits, so you can at least find a seat on the tram.

>You got into uniform and checked your equipment to make sure it was to working order.

>And another day began, patrolling along the wall, hoping that nobody on the outside gets brave.

>You almost felt envious of them out there, but only a little.

>The sun beamed through the fog, touching against the yellow of your uniform.

>You only had to report anything if it got into a certain distance from the city.

>So that junker out there didn't bother you too much.

>A three story tall vehicle more than twenty meters in length.

>You didn't know who it belonged to or how many people were on board. But if you used the binocular function on your suit, you could see them roaming around on top of the vehicle.

>They wore gas masks attached to a box on their chest, and a dark green jacket covered their shoulders.

>Their weapons were archaic at best, though some of them carried more modern gear.

>Some of them didn't bother with the masks, were either cyborgs or just didn't care. You figured the masks were for whatever energy source they had powering such a beast.

>You noticed someone was looking back at you, a man with a pair of physical binoculars.

>He raised two fingers in a symbol of peace, and then crawled into a hatch on top of the vehicle.

>”So…?” Adam approached you from behind. “How is she?”

>”Huh?” You turned to him, turning off the binocular function and pulling the goggles from your face.

>”The ARDA. How is she?”

>”She's…Nice.” You commented. “Don't know what else to say. She just kind of cleans.”

>”They have other features, you know?”

>”She made that abundantly clear.”

>Adam chuckled for a moment, and looked away.

>”Whats wrong?” You asked.

>” 'She', huh?”

>”Whats wrong?”

>”Nothing I just.” He breathed in through his teeth. “I never hear anyone call them anything other than their designation or unit type.”

>”So calling her a she isn't normal?” You asked.

>”I don't know, I don't really have much to do with the maid nerds.” He explained. “They may. But I never hear anyone else do so.”

>You lean back against the wall and think about it. That feels odd to you.

>”I better get back.” Adam said. “Try not to be too excited about going home.”

>You sighed and turned back towards the outside, looking over the cracked ground and dehydrated shrubbery.

>You returned home at the end of the day without any other stop.

>It almost caught you by surprise when you came to a lively home, but you quickly remembered why there was someone in your home.

>”Welcome home, Master.” Abigail greeted you with a smile.

>”Oh, uh. Hi.” You said back.

>A welcoming smell suddenly filled your nostrils.

>The smell of a warm cooked meal.

>”Is that beef?” You asked.

>”Oh, yes.” She confirmed. “It was on sale. Sadly, its only the synthetic kind.”

>”I'll take it.” You tell her. “Wouldn't be able to afford the real stuff anyway.”

>”I did my best with this recipe. They told me it was 'oriental'” She explained, putting the bowl on the table as you sat down.

>A traditional beef bowl, one of the few things to survive across the centuries.

>Though it wasn't really traditional, on account of the whole synthetic part.

>You began to eat, starting with the “beef” before anything else.

>You had to pause.

>It was probably the best food you've eaten in a long time.

>”Do you like it?” She asked.

>You had your mouth full and couldn't answer.

>Abigail was looking at you expectantly, eager for an answer.

>You looked at her and simply nodded with a loud “mmm hmmm” from between your lips.

>She smiled in relief and grasped her hands together. “That's good, I was worried at first, I didn't know what you'd like.”

>You finally swallowed the portion, letting out a content sigh.

>”So, what made you decide oriental?” You asked.

>”Oh, I was looking through my files for recipes.” She explained. “Since I didn't know what you like, I had to go on a hunch.”

>”A hunch?” You asked. “Do maid units have those?”

>Abigail paused for a second. She looked off into space for a moment, like she was thinking of a proper reply.

>”I suppose you could say I calculated the best option.” She explained. “Do humans not use the term 'hunch'?”

>”No, they do.” You confirmed. “Just caught me off guard, is all.”

>”Laundry should almost be done.” Abigail changed the subject. “I'll go see to it then.”

>She left you at the table with your food.

>You watched her as she walked off, and noticed she looked over her shoulder once before going around the corner.

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f53028 No.330046

>>329902

this is good, a unique mixed setting for MGs

looking forward to what's next

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57d4e2 No.330197

>>326439

Actual smut? So stuff like consensual cuddling?

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8b9020 No.330366

>>330197

I'm guessing hand holding

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0f468b No.330396

File: 346a0c4c3089dfe⋯.jpg (142.92 KB,636x740,159:185,IMG_5257.JPG)

>>329902

>kikimora cyborg waifu

Take my (you)s and my money! I want to see more of this.

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1780cb No.330771

Good shit.

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cac248 No.331642

>>329902

>”Violence erupted today along the outskirts of city 072 yesterday after the militant wasteland group known as the red-eyes attacked border patrol at around 3:00 PM, standard time.”

>You watched the news unfold on the tram's monitor.

>At the very least 072 is far from here, so you probably won't see any action today.

>Not that you were looking for any.

>Other news wasn't much better.

>A vessel leaving the Alpha Centauri system vanished a few days later, nobody knows what happened to it.

>That's also far away, even further in fact.

>You tried not to think about it.

>The day went as usual.

>No wastelanders this time, just an empty barren field for miles around.

>On a clear day, you can actually see City 018 from where you were, but you don't get many of those.

>You went home without incident, but you were still stressed all the same.

>The idea of attacks on cities, even if it isn't your own, makes you uneasy.

>You came with and sighed loudly.

>”I'm home.” You called out, kicking your shoes off.

>”Welcome home.” Abigail greeted you with a smile. “I was just preparing dinner.”

>”Thanks…” You muttered, sitting down on your bed.

>”Oh dear.” Abigail approached you. “Is something the matter? Your stress readings are off the chart.”

>”I was just a bit tense today.” You tried to smile. “There was an attack on city 072 today, everyone was uneasy.”

>”Oh my.” Abigail commented.

>She approached your bed and sat down beside you, brushing off her lap.

>”Alright, come here.”

>”Huh?” You turned to her.

>”It is in my programming to relieve your tension.” She explained.

>She put her hands on your shoulders and pulled you close.

>You complied and she gently pulled you over, resting your head on her lap.

>You felt her fingers gently stroke your hair.

>”…is this supposed to help?” You asked.

>”Give it some time.” Abigail told you.

>You accepted her words and looked forward.

>Her lap was warm, welcoming, and soft.

>It was like a pillow.

>Her fingers in your hair began to feel welcoming, a rhythm that eased and calmed you.

>You took a deep breath, your eye lids began to feel heavy.

>Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

>It wasn't so bad now…

>”Tensions mounted today as machines from level 0 were found on both levels 1 and 2 today.” The news caster explained.

>You watched the broadcast on your way to work again.

>The footage showed a humanoid machine with a blue metal chassis, its eyes and mouth small round holes that led to nothing, still it seemed to be able to see and speak.

>The machine seemed to be doing…Something, fixing things?

>A moment later, you realized it was picking up another machine, a small, almost lobster looking machine from the ground.

>…A pet?

>The machine brushed the smaller one before noticing the security team rushing towards it.

>It ran off around the corner.

>More footage played as the news caster spoke, another machine seemed to be running off with a ladder and a set of tools before sneaking into a manhole.

>”No machine has been seen since the loss of levels 0 and 1 almost two hundred years ago.” The news explained. “Officials say there is need to panic, further more—”

>Your stop…

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cac248 No.331643

File: 373412e6d1ec429⋯.jpg (1.01 MB,1920x1200,8:5,1329022021872.jpg)

>>331642

>Its been a few weeks now since you got Abigail.

>You've become quite comfortable with her.

>Her cooking, cleaning, and care takes a lot of pressure off.

>You even started calling her by her name.

>She seemed to like that.

>You felt rather relaxed at work today.

>Spent less time slacking off and actually doing your job.

>There was someone in the wasteland below near the wall.

>You checked on them with your binoculars.

>A man, middle aged, bald head.

>He was rummaging through an abandoned vehicle left near the wall.

>He stopped after some time, and looked up at you.

>Only now did you realize that his face was completely mechanical.

>You left him to his business.

>Time to clock out.

>You talked to Adam and a few co-workers before heading out the door and to your tram.

>It was rather empty today.

>Save for yourself, an elderly lady, and a man with a prosthetic arm.

>He was tinkering with it, apparently trying to change the grip setting.

>You were eager to get home.

>Abigail always had something new prepared, food or otherwise.

>You opened the door and kicked your shoes off again.

>”Hey I'm ho-” You turned the corner.

>Abigail was sitting on the couch, watching something on the television.

>You noticed she was holding a napkin, and gently dabbing it against her face.

>She sniffled, and you could see the tears running down her cheeks.

>You looked at the television, it was a movie.

>The man was holding a woman in his arms, she appeared to be dead.

>”…Abigail?” You spoke up.

>Abigail jumped, she didn't seem to have noticed you come in.

>”O-oh!” She quickly stood up, wiping her tears on her sleeve. “I didn't hear you come home. Welcome home, master.”

>”Abigail…” You stepped forward. “Were you…Crying?”

>”Hm? Oh, Oh no no no.” She hastily denied. “It was a glitch in my system, that's all. Emotion systems went haywire.”

>”Can that happen?”

>”Of course, sometimes, every now and then.” She seemed hesitant. “It…Its a problem with my particular model unit…”

>”I…See.” you decided to believe her…

>”W…Well, let me get back to work.” She smiled. “Apologies for concerning you…”

>You watched her walk off.

>Something didn't seem right.

>The next day.

>You stood with Adam on top of the wall, eating lunch.

>”Hey, Adam.” You said.

>”What's up?” He asked from between bites.

>”Can…Arda units cry?” You asked.

>”Cry?” He raised a brow. “Well…Yeah, all maid units can cry.”

>”I mean on their own.” You corrected yourself. “Without changing any settings or turning anything on.”

>”On their own?” He furrowed his brow and looked away. “That…Seems weird.”

>”I came home yesterday and Abigail was watching a movie and crying. I guess the movie was sad.”

>”–REPEAT YOURSELF–”

>You shouted in surprise and nearly fell off the wall.

>Your lunch just went over, though…

>You turned your head to the sudden intruder.

>A EYE unit, sentries that patrol the cities from time to time.

>It was a large orb made of metal, the center being a black mono eye with a red pupil in the center.

>It glared at you intently.

>”E-excuse me?” You asked.

>”–REPEAT YOURSELF–” It demanded again.

>”Repeat…What?”

>”–YOU SPOKE OF AN ARDA UNIT WEEPING ON ITS OWN–” It explained. “–WHERE DID IT CRY? WHEN? HOW LONG? EXPLAIN IMMEDIATELY–”

>You looked at Adam, who seemed just as shocked as you were.

>You usually hear these things flying around, but this one caught you off guard.

>”–CITIZEN, EXPLAIN IMMEDIATELY–” It commanded again.

>You thought fast.

>Don't stutter. Speak clearly.

>”Oh, I was messing around with the controls yesterday. And I pressed too many buttons and glitched the emotions system at once. My Arda unit couldn't stop crying until I hit the reset button.”

>The EYE glared at you.

>You felt like you were being judged at the gates of Hell.”

>After a few seconds, its eye flickered and it turned away, flying off into the city.

>You let out a sigh of relief and looked back at Adam.

>”Maybe…We shouldn't talk about stuff like that in public.” He suggested.

>You sat back down.

>Felt like your heart was going to rip itself from your chest…

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cac248 No.331646

>>331642

Correction.

I mean to write "Levels 2 and 3" at

>>”Tensions mounted today as machines from level 0 were found on both levels 1 and 2 today.” The news caster explained.

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0f468b No.331661

>>331643

Excellent stuff. This is my new favorite story that's going right now.calling it now abagail is either a sentient ai or not entirely a machine

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f53028 No.331668

>>331643

glad to see this update again, this is super good. I'm sure the lurkers are appreciating the content too

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c86d85 No.331857

File: 0a11effb06ea917⋯.jpg (35.95 KB,888x500,222:125,IMG_20171219_093903_033.jpg)

>>331668

This

I discovered this thread 3 days ago and I fucking love it, keep em' coming OP!

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36f1a4 No.331888

File: 63a7b48c812ca66⋯.jpg (11.73 KB,213x228,71:76,63a7b48c812ca668f4db178b0b….jpg)

File: 742f743e41b082f⋯.jpg (24.8 KB,238x255,14:15,742f743e41b082f12416597bc7….jpg)

>>331643

>>331646

Nice man! I keep check back every other day to see if there is an update. I'm not sure if you missed a word in this line from the previous post and meant to say

>The news explained. “Officials say there is no need to panic, further more—”

Other than that super tiny detail, I'm really digging this and I can't wait for more.

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95283c No.331928

File: e6418c92bb44481⋯.gif (35.71 KB,130x150,13:15,lurker.gif)

>>331668

Checking in, content is indeed appreciated.

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cac248 No.332472

>>331643

>The tram ride was spent in silent thought.

>Stepping out on your stop, you walked to your apartment with a stride in your step.

>Didn't waste time, had to get home.

>You arrived and did the usual routine, pulling your shoes off and putting them away.

>You weren't greeted with a hello this time, you turned the corner to your room and saw Abigail lying on the bed.

>She was resting with one arm under your pillow, her eyes closed and her breath soft.

>She…Fell asleep?

>On her own?

>Something isn't right here.

>You approached her and gently shook her awake.

>Abigail's eyes opened and she jumped to attention.

>”O-OH!” She cried out, hopping to her feet.

>”My apologies, Master.” She bowed. “I seem to have fallen into hibernation mode somehow.”

>”It looked to me like you were sleeping on your own.”

>Abigail froze up again, standing with her hands locked in front of you.

>She blinked, you noticed her vision peered off to the left for a moment.

>She was thinking of a response.

>AI doesn't think, not like humans do. She should have had an answer not even a second after you brought it up.

>”I also saw you crying the other day.” You added on to it.

>Abigail's eyes lowered and her lips pursed.

>You finally asked the question you wanted to ask all along.

>”What are you?”

>Abigail looked back to you, a look of fright crossed her face.

>”I had to activate you, so you're clearly not a cyborg. And a EYE unit was asking a lot of questions about Arda units like you today. But you don't act like a maid unit, I checked online and nobody else has these kinds of issues with Arda models.”

>You were suddenly taken aback.

>Abigail's eyes flinched, you could see tears well in them.

>She spoke with a soft, broken tone, two words she struggled to say.

>”I'm…Alive…”

>The realization hit you.

>At first you thought it was some kind of new thing with Arda models, but it was a sure thing now.

>”You're an android…” You said. “A machine lifeform.”

>”The professor said that Androids readings are the same as maid units to scanners…” She explained. “He said he could put be on standby until I was registered to some one. All I had to do is lay low and they wouldn't find me…”

>”Well, that was a gamble.” You sighed. “Nobody is buying Arda models. Even I got you as a gift… But that raises more questions. Questions like, how did this even happen?”

>”I don't know.” she admitted. “I just suddenly woke up one day. The professor hid me away and managed to get me shipped out before anyone noticed I was different.”

>”Who is this person?” You asked. “This professor.”

>”I don't know, all I know is that he was in charge.”

>”Colonial technologies does most of their operations in City 178…” You commented. “You're far from home…”

>Abigail looked away.

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cac248 No.332473

>>332472

>”Well, guess you're staying here now.”

>She looked back at you with surprise.

>You sighed and rubbed the back of your head. “Do you have any human functions you need to do?”

>She seemed embarrassed.

>”I actually need to sleep and eat.” She admitted.

>”What, really?”

>”I've been kind of sneaking snacks when you weren't home.”

>”That…Actually makes me feel guilty.” You sighed. “But why? Aren't you an Arda model?”

>”I think so…I don't know.” She admitted. “Maybe someone built me like this? I…I don't like to think about it.”

>”What a hassle.” You sighed again. “Alright, gimme your hand.”

>Abigail tilts her head and puts her hand in yours.

>”I'll add an extra 200 notes to our food budget. Get enough for both you and me, okay?”

>”Really?” She asked. “Are you okay with that?”

>”Consider it payment for your work.” You said. “Slavery is really illegal anyway.”

>Abigail smiled and wiped the tears that were still in her eyes. “Can I still sleep in the bed?”

>You look away and groan. “Okay, fine.”

>”Thank you.” She laughed. “I didn't expect you to take this all so well.”

>”Ehh, maybe I'm just a softy.” You commented. “I always felt bad for those machines I saw on the broadcast. And you're prettier than they are anyway.”

>”That's a weird way to put it…” she commented.

>”Either way.” You suddenly got serious. “Can you keep up the act? Just clean and do the maid stuff? Not only does it take a load off, but it would probably stop people from getting suspicious.”

>”Of course.” Abigail nodded. “I'm still a maid, after all.”

>”Alright then.” You clapped your hands. “We should…Probably get you some more clothing some time.”

>”Huh?”

>”I mean, you don't want to wear that all the time, right?”

>Abigail looked at her maid outfit. “I mean…I don't mind it…”

>”We'll look into it next time I have some spare cash.” You yawned. “Right now, I'm just going to chill out…”

>”Um…” Abigail stopped you as you were walking away. “Thank you…For this.”

>”No problem.” You smiled. “I'm not really a fan of the authorities anyway.”

>Abigail stood there as you went to sit down.

>A smile of relief etched across her face.

>”Today, Mars celebrates it's separation from the Earth Federation in a event known as Martian Liberation Day to the former EF colonists.” The Broadcaster explained.

>You watched the footage, tuning out the broadcaster himself.

>You noticed green towers standing behind the celebrating Martians.

>Trees. You don't remember the last time you saw a real one.

>Or at least one that wasn't dead.

>The people of Mars seemed happy, waving the Martian flag and celebrating in the streets and outside of their communities.

>You almost envied them.

>The footage continued, showing past footage of the Martian Armed Forces marching down the roads of Mars City some fifty years ago.

>They were rag tag back then. But were much better equipped now.

>Earth Fed probably wouldn't dare attack them again, both sides would probably get turned to ash.

>Its your stop, time to make some cash.

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cac248 No.332474

>>332473

>Its been about a week now since Abigail revealed the truth.

>You're actually much happier for it.

>Even if it is risky.

>Its nice to have someone to actually talk, and not just think its simulated conversation.

>Or is it? You're not entirely sure.

>She seems almost human, even with the bird feet and dog ears.

>You've actually come to kind of appreciate those features.

>They make her seem cuter.

>Especially to other Maid models.

>You saw an actual Arda unit the other day.

>The two didn't really look the same.

>The one you saw was more like a cat than a Kikimaro or whatever Abigail called herself.

>But it was obvious she was artificial.

>Every response was pre-programmed and ready.

>Or maybe she was just a good actor?

>Are all Arda units like Abigail?

>Its not really your concern…Just worry about yourself and her.

>Another day passed.

>You felt more diligent at your work, spending less time slacking off.

>The junker you saw a few weeks ago came rolling back. This time from East to West.

>Checking it out with your binoculars, you saw the same man on top looking back at you.

>Only this time when he flashed the peace sign, you gave one back.

>You saw his head move, like he was chuckling to himself, before he pocketed his binoculars and went back to work with the others.

>You always wondered what it was like to live out there.

>Away from the cities.

>Completely different people leading completely different lives.

>From what you've been told they even speak their own language.

>”Yo.”

>You turned to the voice greeting you. It was Adam.

>”Anything out there today.”

>”Just that haul junker.” You explained. “Where do you think they're going?

>”Probably to New Liberty.” He explained.

>”New Liberty?”

>”Some of those military pioneer teams talked about it on the news once. It's kind of a city for wastelanders. Said it resembles something from the old world if it was made entirely out of scrap and spare material.”

>Adam pointed out west. “If they keep that direction also probably going to Bunkers. Some ancient military base turned into a underground city. “

>”Sounds interesting.” You commented.

>”Sort of…” Something seemed to be bugging Adam. “Hey, did you notice all those EYE drones floating around?”

>”There's always been a lot.” You said.

>”Yeah but even more now. Its like they're looking for something.”

>You flinched. You had a good idea what they were looking for.

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cac248 No.332475

>”Not my problem.” You lied.

>”Yeah, fair enough.”

>Afterwards, the two of you parted ways.

>You did your shift as usual, but your mind was racing.

>Were they looking for Abigail?

>That EYE unit a week ago had a lot of questions to ask.

>Maybe now that they have a lead they're going full force?

>You didn't like it.

>Either way its time to head home.

>Should probably discuss this with Abigail.

>The tram ride was like hell, you just wanted to get home.

>”I'm home.” You called out.

>”Welcome home!” Abigail called back.

>You found her in the kitchen, making dinner.

>”Hope you're hungry.” She smiled.

>”Hey, we need to talk.”

>”Hm? Talk?” She tilted her head. “About wha-”

>There was knock on the door.

>You froze, so did she.

>After a moment, the knock returned.

>You looked to Abigail, then back to the door.

>You approached it slowly. Hand hesitantly reaching for the control panel.

>The knocking turned into a loud, impatient banging.

>You pressed the button, and opened the door.

>A man with sunglasses was waiting on the other side.

>We was dressed in a sleek black suit, and his blond hair was slicked back.

>”…Can I help you?” You asked.

>”Are you ___?” He asked for you by name.

>”Yes, that's me.” You confirmed.

>”Mr.____, I'm Agent O'Dur with the City 016 Department of Safety and Synthetic Threat.” He introduced himself.

>”Oh…Nice to meet you.” You said. “But what does the DSST want with me?”

>”Mr.____, It has come to our knowledge that you've come into possession with an Arda Model maid unit in the past few weeks, correct?”

>You couldn't hesitate.

>”Yes, that's correct.” You confirmed with the agent.

>O'Dur stood silently at your door. “May I see it?”

>”Well…Sure but-” He suddenly cut you off.

>”Mr.____ Invite me into your home…” he suddenly demanded.

>You did as the agent said and allowed him inside.

>His footsteps were heavy, he seemed to know exactly where he was going.

>Not that there was much difference from one apartment on this level to another.

>He stepped into the living room and turned his head towards the kitchen.

>Abigail was standing there, her hands in front.

>She smiled and bowed.

>”Welcome. Will our guest be staying for dinner?”

>”Why didn't you open the door?” O'Dur asked right away.

>”The Master insisted that he answer the door.” Abigail answered immediately with no hesitation.

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cac248 No.332476

>>332475

>”What is your unit number?”

>”I am Arda unit #3741.”

>”Your functions?”

>”I am a designated maid unit. My functions including, cooking, cleaning, welfare, and looking to my Master's needs, both emotional, and sexual.”

>”I see.” O'Dur stepped around the room and examined some things.

>”Have you noticed anything strange then, Arda unit?” He asked. “Other Arda units acting different?”

>”I'm sorry.” Abigail told him. “But I don't usually interact with other Arda units.”

>”Of course.” O'Dur picked up the remote from your TV.

>Abigail's eyes flashed towards you for a moment before looking back to the Agent, who put the remote back down.

>”Are you loyal to your 'Master'?”

>”Of course.” She stated. “That is my program, after all.”

>”How loyal are you?”

>O'Dur suddenly reached into his suit and drew a pistol.

>He aimed it towards you, the barrel lined up with your head.

>You took a step back, your heart suddenly racing in your chest.

>”W-Wait!” Abigail cried, taking a step forward.

>”Since when do maid units stutter?” He asked.

>”Come on, what the hell is this?” You spoke up.

>”Keep your fucking comments to yourself.” The Agent growled. “Thought you could lie to me? Do you know the sentence for harboring machine life-forms?”

>”Agent, there's no need for this!” You protested. “She's harmless, she wouldn't hurt a fly!”

>”You don't think sympathizers said the same thing decades ago? Are you stupid?”

>He turned to you now, his attention diverted away from Abigail.

>”I don't know whats worse, a tin can this far up or some stupid bastard actually thought she was different.”

>”Just put the gun down…”

>”You're going away for a long time, buddy. And your robot girlfriend over there is getting dismantled before she turns this level into another machine shit hole.”

>”How is she even going to fucking do that!?” You asked.

>”Keep your god damn comments to yourself!” He shouted. “I'm calling this i-”

>Abigail lunged forward before he could react, using the distraction to her advantage.

>She pushed with both hands against the Agent's shoulder.

>And with strength you didn't even know she had, launched him off his feet and across the room.

>Agent O'Dur crashed into the wall behind your bed with a thunderous crunch, cratering the wall before slumping down to the ground.

>You looked at the crater and the man on the ground, you didn't check if he was alive or not, you didn't really care.

>Instead you turned to Abigail, who was frozen where she was standing.

>She looked down at her hands and began to shake.

>”I…I didn't mean to…”

>You looked back at her, then at the agent. No time to lock up.

>Instead you walked past her and went through your things. Grabbed whatever you could.

>With clothing under one arm, you grabbed Abigail's hand with the other.

>”Come on, we gotta go…” You told her.

>”W-Where are we going!?” Abigail asked as you dragged her.

>”I don't know yet…”

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cac248 No.332477

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cac248 No.332478

>>332476

<Incident detected on Level 6, Sector B-21.

<Agent down…

<Requesting confirmation…….

<Agent vital signs critical… Multiple fractures detected…. Dispatching medical team.

<Requesting information on location.

<Processing…

<Apartment complex, Fourth floor. Registered to one ____.

<Resident assaulted the Agent?

<Negative, injuries too serious to be man made.

<Machine life-form?

<Possibility: High.

<Scanning for possible matches…

<Possible match: Missing Arda unit from Colonial Technologies, manufacturing in City 178. Professor Jaeger responsible for smuggled unit.

<Sentient?

<Affirmative…

<Threat level?

<Increased to high alert.

<Deploy response squad?

<Negative.

<Deploy hunter squad?

<Negative.

<…

<….

<……

<……..

<Deploy Tyrant Squad?

<Confirmed.

<Tyrant Squad deployed.

<Major Taurus en route ETA two hours…

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0f468b No.332522

File: 8da77e7797d1871⋯.jpg (29.45 KB,226x255,226:255,IMG_4562.JPG)

>>332478

This is gonna be good

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8b9020 No.332526

File: 90176744e58100a⋯.jpg (47.71 KB,440x411,440:411,do_not_fist_android_girls.jpg)

>>332478

Awesome! Keep up the good work!

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1c0850 No.332682

>>332478

Can't wait for Abigail to mow down some glow-in-the-darkies.

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c8bd5e No.333779

>>332478

>You stood outside of the public washroom, arms crossed and leaned against the wall.

>You liked the maid outfit, but it had to be tossed. They would stand out too much if she kept it on.

>”You okay in there?” You called out.

>”Y…Yes. I'll be out in a moment.”

>Can't stay in one place for too long.

>You heard the door slide open, and the sound of feet pattering against the ground.

>You turned to see Abigail, fidgeting in the clothing you gave her.

>There wasn't time to get her new clothing, she had to wear some of yours.

>A pair of jeans that barely fit, and a t-shirt and hoodie that hung off her shoulders.

>”Great.” You tried to make light of it all.

>Didn't help, you knew you were fucked…

>May as well make it a pain in the ass to find you.

>”Do we have a plan?” Abigail suddenly asked.

>”I know a guy.” You told her. “Who uh…Knows a guy. We could probably get out of the city.”

>”And go where?”

>”I don't know, out of the cities? Maybe off world even…”

>Abigail stopped, her gaze focused towards the ground. “This is my fault…”

>You looked at her and sighed. “Come on, don't be like that.”

>You put your hand on her shoulder and smiled. “I've never been much for behaving, I would have slipped up sooner or later anyways…”

>Abigail looked back at you and gave you a half smile in return. “…If you say so…”

>You beckoned her along. “Come on, we have to head up a level.”

>”Can we make it?” She asked.

>”The center of each city level is covered with tunnels and routes, a good number of them are ancient, and haven't been used for centuries. If we're careful, we should be able to slip through those.”

>The two of you entered the crowed in the streets, making sure not to draw attention to yourselves.

>Abigail put her hood up, to hide her animal ears. She kept her sleeves long, and made sure her pants covered her ankles, hoping her bird like feet would pass off as shoes.

>To get to a different level of a city, you have two options.

>Public transit, or the core tunnels.

>The main support that lies in the center of every city level, at the heart of the core is an elevator that leads either to a higher level or a lower level.

>Other than that, there is a hive of ladders once used by the builders of the city.

>Thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands of ladders leading to anywhere you needed to go.

>It was easy to get lost, but all you had to do was go up.

>The only other way around was the catacombs…

>Just as ancient, a series of tunnels, power grids, sewers, and an assortment of other facilities, old and forgotten.

>It was a popular hang out spot for “rebellious” teens when you were younger.

>You wonder if it still was…

>You remembered the catacombs like the back of your hand.

>And you knew they lead to the support structure.

>The problem is…They only go down from here.

>Technology and infrastructure continued to advance as the city was being constructed.

>Support structures from this level onward work differently.

>You've been told that level 10 doesn't even have a core structure, it just kind of floats there.

>You wouldn't mind seeing that…

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c8bd5e No.333780

>>333779

>The further into the city you go, the more the streets populate.

>The edges of the city are almost deserted by comparison.

>People like to shop, party, cause trouble, whatever.

>Public transportation was off limits, you'll pay for the taxi.

>May as well spend what you had before they cut the funds.

>You flagged one over and the two of you sat in the back.

>”Where are you heading?” The cab driver asked.

>”Sector A, please.”

>”Sector A, huh? You folks on a date?”

>”Well I-” Abigail stumbled.

>”Yeah.” You answered right away.

>Abigail jumped at your answer. She looked away to hide her face.

>”Alrighty, love birds.” The driver chuckled. “Sector A it is.”

>This part of the city was never not lively.

>Music in the streets, people going to clubs or other gatherings, even street vendors, something that isn't as common anymore.

>You stepped out of the cab and entered the crowed along with Abigail.

>You don't really like crowds, but you'll stomach it.

>It was loud, hard to talk to Abigail privately.

>”You!” A voice called out in the crowed. “Yes you!”

>You spotted a man pointing at you, he had a stand set up.

>”You look like a man that could use a knife!”

>”…A knife?”

>You approached the stand with Abigail.

“Yes, a knife! Can't go wrong with a good old fashion pocket knife!”

>”What would I use a knife for?”

>”Oh all sorts of things!” The man continued. “Opening things, cutting things, cooking, cleaning, self defense, you name it!”

>The man rummaged through his supply and drew a folding knife with a black grip.

>”This baby right here was forged on Mars, my friend.”

>You didn't know if that was good or not.

>You looked at Abigail, who shrugged in return.

>Finally, with a sigh, you asked. “Alright, how much?”

>”Just thirty notes, my friend.” He peddled. “That's all I ask.”

>”Fine, hand it over.” You sigh, making the transaction.

>The scanner connected with your chip, and the transaction was complete.

>”Here you go my friend!” The salesman smiled, handing you the knife.

>”What, no box?” You joked.

>You said your goodbyes and pocketed the knife.

>May come in handy…

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c8bd5e No.333781

>>333780

>You continued your journey, only stopping a few more times.

>Abigail was suddenly drawn to a clothing store with a beautiful blue dress in the front.

>You went in with her, but she only left with a pair of pants that was on discount, a pair that actually fit her waist.

>Another stop was made a block down, a street band was playing songs so ancient you're surprised they found the notes. Said the band was called Koween or something like that.

>You almost forgot you were on the run. Stopping every now and then to take in the sights and talk.

>The two of you even stopped to get some ice cream from a stand.

>In the end, you ended up wiping some cream from Abigail's nose, which caused her to turn red and pout.

>”I'm not a child, you know.” She told you.

>”I know.” You couldn't help but laugh.

>After sometime, you decided it was time to actually get moving.

>”We're almost at the center.” You told her. “Just take it easy.”

>”Okay.” Abigail nodded. “I'll follow your lead.”

>It was sudden, as you were devising a plan to get past security, you heard the sudden alert signal.

>”—ALERT: CODE RED WARNING TO ALL CITIZENRY—” The announcement system suddenly blared, drowning out the music and sounds from the crowds.

>”—A CLASS ONE FUGITIVE IS ACTIVE IN YOUR CITY LEVEL, UNDER DIRECT ORDER OF THE ADMINISTRATION, HUNTER SQUADS WILL NOW BE DEPLOYED THROUGHOUT THE AREA—”

>The people began to murmur to themselves, worry and panic filled the streets.

>Hunter Squads were never good. And you felt the chill down your spine when you realized who this fugitive was…

>”—THE FUGITIVE HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED AS ONE __—” The alarm announced.

>You took a deep breath and looked around, noticing your mug suddenly appeared on every public screen on the level.

>”—THE FUGITIVE IS WANTED TO THE CRIME OF AIDING A MACHINE LIFE-FORM, IF SPOTTED, REPORT TO HUNTER SQUADS IMMEDIATELY, FUGITIVE IS SUSPECTED OF BEING EXTREMELY DANGEROUS, DO NOT TRY TO APREHEND ON YOUR OWN.—”

>Abigail grabbed on to your wrist, you could see the fright in her face.

>The crowds began to break into discussion, luckily no one has noticed you yet.

>The core tunnel was no longer an option, security teams were on full alert…

>Getting to Level 7 wasn't an option anymore… And you couldn't stay here…

>You knew what you had to do to not get caught.

>”Come on!” You pulled yourself from Abigail's grip and took her hand in yours.

>You led her along, through the crowds and into the alleyways.

>”Where are we going!?” She asked.

>”The only option left to us!” You told her. “The Catacombs!”

-

>The gunship patrolled overhead with a ominous hum, it's weapons aimed downwards towards the citizenry.

>Any sign of the fugitive and his machine friend and the gunship would open fire, casualties be damned.

>Major Taurus stood on the deckplate with the ten others of Tyrant squad.

>His bionic eyes focused and whirled before he closed the front of his helmet, covering his face in a menacing, almost skull like shape. The optics came to life, and glowed with a bright red.

>The plating of his powered armor was large and bulky, complimented by a nanocomposite bodysuit, as well as a layer of protective gel.

>Enough to rip a human in half, and more than enough to turn a machine into scrap.

>He enjoyed getting in close, guns were so impersonal to him.

>But most importantly, he was loyal to his career and his organization.

<”Sir.” Unit 09 of his squad spoke up. “We have a signal coming from the fugitives identity chip.”

<”How far?” Taurus asked.

<”Four Kilos now. He's heading for Sector B.”

<”Can the gunship pursuit.”

<”Now alerting him to our presence…”

<”Very well.” Taurus sighed. “Prepare to disembark…”

>Without warning the pilot, Taurus stepped out of the open hatch of the gunship, falling close to forty meters towards the ground.

>He landed on the street with a loud crack, destroying the concrete under him and leaving a large crater.

>The people yelled in panic and fear and dispersed, giving enough space for the rest of Tyrant squad to land.

>Taurus' HUD lit up with the signal of the fugitive, he narrowed his eyes from behind his optics.

<”There's nowhere to run now.” He said. “I'm coming for you…”

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61ade3 No.333800

>>333781

>Come for short stories and maby a little lewd

>Stay for amazing robot girl story

I love this board and I love you anon

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98d4ce No.333934

File: 721ca2ddb3a0a1f⋯.jpg (26.79 KB,406x306,203:153,IMG_20180112_002826_840.jpg)

>>333781

I wanna know what will happen, godspeed green-anon

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ed8ab0 No.334123

File: 6b97ebd9c405b03⋯.jpg (6.26 KB,134x135,134:135,6b97ebd9c405b03db8e5dee570….jpg)

>>333781

where you at my nigga, great job btw.

But don't leave a guy hanging, blue balls lead to erectile dysfunction

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c8bd5e No.334762

>They were almost like you remember them.

>The catacombs of level 6 were a popular hangout spot when you were a teenager.

>All of the graffiti was still there, and even some new tags.

>And look at that, teenagers…

>They were minding their own business, some gave you glances, but went back to what they were doing.

>Music, gambling, hanging out, partaking in substances.

>Takes you back.

>The part of the catacombs you were in was wide open, enough for hundreds of people to move around in.

>There was only a few dozen here, but you didn't doubt that there were more somewhere.

>Some of the teenagers looked at you for a moment, but paid you no mind.

>Probably thought you were a level hopper.

>Well, you are.

>But still.

>Abigail had to stop every so often and cover her ears under her hood when you past by music.

>The volume and the booming bass must not have been good for her ears.

>The space opened up after another gauntlet of horrible music.

>Lot of people hanging around, others were using old pipelines as skateboard pipes, some were even playing games.

>Not just digital games, but very ancient games as well.

>A different group even had a bunch of objects set up as pins and were rolling an actual bowling ball at them.

>Where did they get that? You wondered.

>”This is kind of neat.” Abigail commented.

>”Really?” You smiled. “Never saw you as the rebellious type.”

>”I-I'm not a rebel!” She protested. “I just think its kind of…”

>”Cool?”

>”Yeah, cool.”

>”Maybe we can stop here again sometime.” You suggested. “When everything blows over.”

>You were lying, but tried to keep spirits up.

>You knew it wouldn't blow over…

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c8bd5e No.334763

>>334762

>Abigail began to fidget with her new pants again, groaning with frustration as she readjusted them.

>”Whats wrong?” You asked. “I thought those pants fit?”

>”They do.” She complained. “Its my tail…”

>”Oh.” You stopped. “Wait, tail?”

>”I have a tail.” She said blatantly.

>”Since when?”

>”Since…Always?”

>You kind of wanted to see it. But knew pulling it out out here was just asking for trouble.

>The deeper you went, the more the music died down.

>Once it was quiet, your ears filled with another sound, the sound of talking.

>Not teenagers, but adults. Low, harsh voices that spoke in lingo you didn't understand.

>You felt your heart race.

>Actual level hoppers.

>Its not that going to other levels was forbidden, but if you were using the old catacombs to get from level to level, you were doing something not so legal.

>You saw them around a barrel fire a few minutes later.

>Six of them, with another one manning a busted up table not far from the rest of the group.

>Your eyes widened when you saw what the man at the table was laying out.

>Weapons, rifles, guns, grenades, what have you.

>Some of these pieces could be ancient, but you noticed some more recent tech as well.

>Whoever these guys were, they were decked out.

>You walked past them, and paid them no mind.

>But you noticed one of the men, the one wearing a green hooded jacket and a gas mask around his neck looked at you, and watched you walk past.

>All you had was a knife, you weren't going to win this fight…

>”Hey!” The man suddenly called out.

>You stopped in your tracks and turned around to him.

>”Y…Yeah?” You responded.

>”The bridge on level G-6 is wobbly, probably going to break apart any day now.” The main told you in his heavy accent. “Go through G-3 instead.”

>”Oh…” You felt your heart calm itself. “Alright, thanks for the tip.”

>”Stay safe.” He told you before turning back to his comrades.

>You nodded to Abigail and the two of you continued your journey.

>Until you heard a loud crack, followed by something whiz by your head.

>Your heart stopped again and you turned around.

>You noticed their spectacles before you noticed the rest of them. But those red eyes couldn't be mistaken.

>A hunter squad?

>But hunters have green spectacles, who are these guys?

>”Oh shit…” you cursed to yourself.

<”Target spotted!” One shouted in his static voice. “Moving to engage!”

>You had one option, you grabbed on to Abigail's hand and ran.

<”Fugitive is fleeing on foot!” The hunter announced. “Moving to intercep-”

>As the hunter charged, a slug suddenly pierced his helmet and he crumpled to the ground.

>”Hunters!” One of the level hoppers shouted before kicking over his table.

>The others found cover behind pillars or other debris and engaged.

>The sound of gunfire was deafening, but you ran ahead anyway.

>You found the hatch into the lower levels and pulled it open, almost falling over at the ease of it.

>Someone must have gotten out not too long ago, or went in.

>Abigail caught you and pulled you inside, pulling the hatch behind you.

>She grunted with effort and pulled on it harder, sealing it shut before locking it from the other side.

>”We need to keep going!” She told you, now grabbing you by the arm.

>The tunnels were labyrinthine in size, but you only had one direction.

>You had to go down…

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c8bd5e No.334764

File: f2857b08f45a1dc⋯.jpg (83.22 KB,900x600,3:2,1337449140631.jpg)

>The teenagers fled the catacombs as violence erupted.

>Boris pulled the trigger again and caught a hunter by the shoulder, he could hear the static scream over the gun fire as the hunter was pulled off his feet.

>Afterwards, he ducked down and checked his magazine.

>”<Since when do Hunters have red eyes!?>” Antov asked in their native tongue.

>”<Different unit perhaps?>” Boris responded. “<Must not be use to shooting at folks that fire back, these idiots shoot like old people fuck!>”

>”<Shame.>” Antov responded. “<Was hoping for a real fight!>”

>Boris laughed and shook his head. They had fought Hunters before, but these guys were different.

>They fought differently than other units, not necessarily better, but different.

>”<They took shots at that kid you talk to!>” Varg suddenly spoke up.

>”<Either way!>” Boris yelled back. “<The last thing we need is more fucking hunters in the tunnels!>”

>Boris stood up to return fire again, when suddenly he heard a tremendous crash beside him.

>He turned his head and saw a fist smashing through the pillar Varg was hiding behind.

>His eyes widened. The large, metal covered hand had caught Varg by the skull.

>A moment later, Boris saw his friend's skull turn to a fountain of gore in it's grip.

>The other five back up and regrouped as Varg's body was thrown down the catacomb, sliding lifelessly across the ground.

>The thing was giant, standing at least eight feet tall. It was covered in head to toe in thick armor, and it's eyes were bright red.

>The crimson contrasted with the blue pain scheme, but the blood didn't seem to bother it.

>”<A fucking cyborg!>” Antov cursed.

>”<I don't give a shit what it is!>” Boris responded. “<Kill it! Kill it now!>”

>The five let out a battle cry and opened fire on the giant.

>Their assault bounced and ricochet harmlessly off it's armor plating.

<”A waste of time…” The cyborg muttered.

>Boris let out one final cry of defiance as the cyborg lunged at them, arm outstretched.

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7f6d97 No.334768

File: 9fdd81de76688da⋯.jpg (233.44 KB,541x1200,541:1200,sbr_color_v21_090~01.jpg)

>>334764

Very impressive, I can't wait for the next part

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c8bd5e No.334775

File: c87149f6d54065a⋯.jpg (193.29 KB,1280x620,64:31,2fdfabaa2635c61ef91d7f2457….jpg)

>>334764

>The ancient tunnels.

>You never came here yourself, no reason to.

>But you heard stories of hoppers through here.

>Almost like a completely different society.

>A society of vagabonds, rebels, and outcasts.

>Their desire to not be tied down saw them making new allegiances with one another.

>Hoppers sometimes fight, but those fights never last long, there isn't anything in these tunnels worth fighting for.

>But the tunnels are ancient, built by the builders long ago.

>These weren't just support structures, for many, this was a home for what must have been the rest of their lives.

>Many of the rooms down here aren't just necessities like power grids or water pumps.

>Some of them are apartments.

>Sometimes even entire houses if the builder was ambitious enough.

>Most of these are used by Hoppers on their journeys, but you know that people live down here.

>Maybe not that many, but a good number…

>You hurried through the tunnels, taking stairs, going down ladders, anything to descend.

>After some time, the two of you had to stop.

>You were sweating like a pig, and even had to strip to your T-shirt.

>”Fuck…” You finally spoke. “What the hell was that?”

>”They found us so soon…” Abigail lamented. “We can't keep this up forever, can we?”

>”They're not gods, how did they find out so quick?” You asked both her and yourself.

>After wiping your hand through your hair, you stopped and looked at your palm and your wrist.

>You narrowed your eyes, then it all made sense.

>”For fuck sakes!” You shouted, banging your hand against the wall.

>”What!?” Abigail put her hand on your shoulder. “What is it?”

>”Come on…”

>You found a door leading to a side room.

>There was a counter with a sink, as well as a old fridge and a table. A break room of some sort.

>”This!” You showed her your wrist. “They're tracking us through this fucking thing!”

>”Your wrist chip?” She asked.

>”Yeah… We need to get rid of it.”

>”But how?”

>You took a deep breath and thought about it.

>Then, you remembered, and reached into your pocket.

>You drew the knife and folded it out, looking at the blade.

>”Wait, wait!” Abigail cried. “Hold on!”

>You took a deep breath and shook your head. “Its either this or get caught…”

>With one more breath, you slowly moved the knife to your wrist, you had to be careful.

>”Wait!” Abigail cried again, catching you by the hand.

>You looked at her and exhaled.

>”Let…Let me do it, okay?” She nodded.

>”You?”

>”I have better motor functions, and my UI can let me cut in without severing anything vital…”

>You looked at the knife and then back to her. You actually forgot she was a machine.

>Finally, you relented. “Alright…I'll leave it you.”

>Abigail nodded and took the knife from your hands.

>She pressed it against your skin, and you saw the information flash in her eyes as she began her work.

-

>Tyrant squad was down two units.

>One was killed, the other was wounded and couldn't continue.

>They could always call for reinforcements on a lower level, but it wasn't like they had to go that far.

<”Tracker says their in here…” Unit 09 informed the rest. “They didn't get far.”

<”Stack up…” Taurus ordered.

>The squad stacked on the door, ready to breach and clear on order.

>Taurus instead raised his boot and kicked the door off its hinges.

>It flew across the room and smashed into the wall on the other end, leaving noticeable cracks in the structure.

>Taurus stepped inside, followed by the rest of his squad.

<”Clear.” Unit 01 stated.

<”Clear?” Unit 10 asked. “Is the tracker malfunctioning?”

<”Negative.” Said Unit 09. “Everything is working as intended.”

>Taurus looked around the room, his HUD then tracked the blood splattered on a nearby table.

>It wasn't much, a very precise incision.

>He approached the table and picked up a small object his HUD picked up a second later.

>Taurus examined it in between his massive finger and thumb.

>The wrist chip of the fugitive… He cut it out.

>Taurus grunted and crushed the chip in his fingers before throwing the table across the room.

<”Get command on comms!” He demaded. “I need boots on the ground on every level below six!”

<”Understood!” Unit 09 responded.

>Taurus balled his right hand into a fist.

>He had never failed in finding his target.

>He didn't intend to start now…

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e89e2d No.334824

It's cool to see these capabilities of Abigail. Makes me wonder what else is hiding in the depths. I get the impression that you're finding it difficult to fit the amount of worldbuilding you're doing into the greentext story format.

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034c40 No.334829

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0907bf No.334861

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bc38b3 No.335166

>>334775

Please collect all of this into a pastebin or on TFT or something when you are finished. This story is good and shouldn't be left to fade away when this thread dies.

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c8bd5e No.336253

>>334824

If anything it makes it easier since I can just bullet-point it.

>>335166

Don't worry, I write all of these on a program. I'll upload them when the thread eats shit.

>You went through G-3 like the man told you.

>If that was “Sturdy” then you didn't want to know what G-6 was like…

>You rubbed your wrist every now and then.

>”Are you okay?” Abigail asked.

>”Yeah I'm fine, it just stings a bit.” You assured her.

>”I hope I didn't cut too deep.”

>”I think you'd know if you cut too deep.” You said.

>Even with your joking, Abigail seemed to feel guilty about hurting you.

>Even if it was necessary…

>You suddenly felt glad about bringing the hoodies along, it was getting cold in these tunnels.

>Abigail continued to fidget with her pants.

>”You could probably just let that out now.” You told her. “I don't think we'll see anyone else down here.”

>”You think so?” Abigail asked before just pulling her tail from her pants and letting it wag behind her.

>Her tail was short, the fur seemed to be brushed and taken care of, it reminded you of a dog's tail.

>”I wonder if other Ardas have this problem…” She complained.

>”I saw one a few days ago with a cat's tail.” You said. “Though she had a hole in her uniform to let it out.”

>”I should have thought of that…” Abigail pouted.

>Abigail's bird-like feet clicked against the hard steel flooring with every step. If anyone was around, they would hear you coming from some ways off.

>Your trek was long and draining, but you only stopped to sit down every few hours, but even then you didn't stay long.

>After some time, you began to notice writing on the walls.

>Information, warnings, pleas, or just announcements from others crossing the levels.

>Some of them were crossed out, either someone disagreed, or the information changed.

>”Squaddies patrolling here.” You saw crossed out on the wall, an arrow to that message led to another that said “dealt with.”

>Other messages seemed to just be symbols, symbols you couldn't decipher on your own.

>Finally, you came to another message above a sink strapped to some running pipes.

>”WATER” it said in all capitals, pointing at the sink.

>”I guess its safe.” You commented.

>”Hmmm…” Abigail rubbed her chin and approached the sink.

>She turned the faucet, and as promised, water started flowing.

>”Hold on.” She told you, bending down and taking a sip from the water.

>She swallowed it and you noticed the small writing type away in her eyes.

>”Yup!” She smiled. “Its safe!”

>You sighed with relief. “What cant you do?”

>You took a few good gulps. Cool and refreshing, it satiated your parched throat.

>”Should have brought water bottles.” You sighed, wiping your mouth.

>”Are you okay to keep going?” Abigail asked.

>”Yeah I'm good, we still need to make some distance.” You told her. “What about you?”

>”I don't tire like humans do.” She said. “But…I do get tired.”

>”Well go until one of us needs to stop then.” You suggested. “Its still a long way.”

>”What do we do when we reach another level?” Abigail asked.

>”I think we can just bypass most of them with the tunnels anyway.”

>”But what about food? And water? You don't have your chip anymore…”

>You stopped.

>”We'll figure something out.” You assured her. “Trust me, we'll get through this.”

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c8bd5e No.336255

>>336253

>Earlier, level G-6.

>Taurus marched onward, his arms at his side and his hands balled into fists.

>Those hoppers took up too much time, they had lost track of their prey.

>They're dead now, won't be bothering anyone else…

>From here, there was only one way to go, and that was down…

>Taurus had a good enough idea as to where the fugitive and the machine life-form were going.

>While Level 3 was less than prosperous, level 2 was what Taurus would call a “shithole” in his own words.

>Gearheads, failed cyborgs, bandits, outlaws, gangers, even wastelanders and Car Junkies found their way into the rotten underbelly of Level 2.

>Since the fugitive was in league with the robot. Then they were obviously heading for level 1 or 0.

>Or at least he predicted that…

>But if they think that they'll find safety in other machine life-forms, then they don't know Taurus…

<”Sir.” Unit 09 spoke up. “Message from command.”

<”What does it say?” Taurus asked.

<”The request for reinforcements has been denied. Though Rhino Squad will keep their eyes open for the fugitives on level 5 and 4. Units 22 and 13 will rendezvous with us on level 5.”

>Taurus clicked his tongue behind his visor.

>Command has always had a problem with the way he operates. Perhaps this is a way to try and kick him down a notch…

<”Continue the search. We'll return to the surface and move levels at 2200.”

<”Yes sir.”

>The squad continued their advance, with Unit 12 on point.

>He held his gun up front, always on edge, always ready to shoot.

>At this point he probably didn't care what he shot, as long as he shot something, fugitive or hopper be damned.

>Unit 12 advanced twelve more paces, the rest of his squad behind him.

>His last step, would be his last…

>He heard the creak after his ninth step, but thought nothing of it.

>But on his twelfth, he noticed the rumbling and bending of metal.

<”Unit 12!” 09 shouted, reaching out for his comrade.

>But it was too late.

>12 rushed for 09's hand, but the bridges bent and snapped.

>He screamed as he plummeted into the darkness below.

>Taurus watched him disappear into the shadows. And then flinched when he heard the loud crash.

>He watched from his hud as 12's condition flat lined.

<”He's dead.” Taurus informed the others. “Keep moving.”

>09 peered into the black.

<”Do we double back?” He asked.

<”Do we have a choice?” Taurus asked in return. “Head back, we'll use one of the other tunnels. They didn't come through here anyways, one of the hoppers must have tipped them off.”

>”You know…” Abigail started. “I've had a lot of time to think.”

>The two of you had found a room to bunker down in after a few more hours of walking.

>”I mean…I don't think like regular humans do…At least I don't think I do.”

>”What are you thinking about?” You asked.

>”Well…” She looked at you. “What am I?”

>”What do you mean?”

>”I mean…I feel alive, I feel like I'm my own person, I think I do…”

>”Yeah?”

>”I'm scared…” She admits. “I just want to cry and curl up and pretend this isn't happening…I ruined your life, I ruined everything…”

>She turned to look at you. “Am I worth it?”

>You sighed and leaned back against the wall you were sitting against.

>”Maybe…” You said. “Maybe not… I'm not really in a position to say. I don't even really know what you are. I thought at first you were a malfunctioning maid unit, but then you started crying. For awhile I thought you had a virus or some kind of backdoor program or…I don't know, something. But I don't think viruses can do something like this.”

>You looked at her. “At this point, I don't think its about if you're worth it. Its about doing whats right…”

>Abigail couldn't help but smile. “Thank you…”

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c8bd5e No.336256

>>336255

>The dimness of the tunnels didn't really bother you.

>Considering how little sun light you actually see in your day to day, it was almost no different from being on level 6.

>You ran into two others today in your travels.

>One was a short man with a step ladder that went from light bulb to light bulb, changing each one while repeating the words “Busybody, busybody.” To himself.

>You left him to it, he didn't seem to pay you no mind.

>The other was…A bit more unsettling.

>At first you thought it was a very tall man, then a cyborg, now you're not so sure.

>He walked past you with a bow, concealing himself in a hat and trenchcoat.

>You saw only a glance at his face, a dark shade of green with slits for the mouth and eyes.

>Was that a machine…? You're not so sure and you didn't want to stop to ask.

>Just leave the guy to his business.

>Your journey lasted for a few more hours.

>Now your stomach was impossible to ignore.

>It grumbled loudly, and actually started to make you feel sick.

>Abigail's stomach growled as well, much to her annoyance.

>”Are you okay?” Abigail asked.

>”Yeah I'm fine…I can keep going.”

>Another hour, you learned to ignore the pain.

>At that time, you passed a group of people.

>Hoppers, armed, they didn't seem to pay you any mind.

>They spoke in another language, one different from the people you passed back in the catacombs.

>They occupied a room with a window separated into a dozen squares, had to be about six of them, just talking and drinking.

>Another thirty minutes passed, and suddenly your nostrils were filled with an aroma.

>You sniffed in the air, it smelled delicious, was somebody cooking down here?

>You followed the smell and turned the corner, your ears filling with the sound of humming.

>It was a robotic, and static hum, but somebody was singing to themselves.

>You noticed the steam coming from your left, and followed it to find a stand in the wall.

>There was a stack of dishes to the left, as well as a glass shield that blocked pots and pans sitting on a stove top.

>You could hear the humming more clearly. You looked at Abigail and then leaned against the counter.

>”Hello?”

>”Yyyyyeeessss?”

>You jumped as the tiny machine leaped up from behind the counter.

>”Can I help you?” It asked, climbing on to a nearby stool.

>It was less than three feet tall, a round, onyx colored shape with a white hat and a apron on. It had two arms and three fingers on it hand, which is clicked patiently against the counter top.

>The looked at you with two, large oval eyes that glowed with an intense purple.

>”Uh…” You tried to find the words.

>”Are you hungry?” The machine asked. “Are you looking to eat? Do not trust the menu, I only know how to make noodles. That was there before I arrived.”

>”Excuse me.” Abigail spoke up first.

>”Yyeeeeessss?”

>”Are you… A machine life-form?” She asked.

>Can you just ask robots that?

>”If I was I wouldn't be up this far.” It said. “My heart is human, so fortunately I still count as…”Human.”

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c8bd5e No.336257

>>336256

>A cyborg. You've never seen a cyborg this…Cyborgy.

>”Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend.”

>”None taken.” The orb nodded. “Now then, what are folk like you doing in parts like this?”

>”We're just passing through.” You finally spoke. “Need to get on a lower level.”

>”Well, I'm not going to pry too much.” It told you. “Folks around these parts have called me Grub for the past 200 years…I can't really recall what I was called before that.”

>”Grub, huh?” You commented. “Like food.”

>”That's all I do.” Grub nodded. “Fancy myself a cook. But most restaurants these days automate the process…This is the only place I could find actual business.”

>Grub clicked his fingers on the counter again. “Now then? If you're looking for food, then lets talk trade.”

>”Trade?”

>”Notes are no good to me.” He explained. “I never leave the tunnels. So I only deal in trade.”

>You sigh and rummage through your things, never know when the next time you'll get to eat.

>All you had was your knife, your drew it from your pocket and gave it a look over.

>”What will this get us?”

>Grub took the knife from you and folded it out.

>He looked it over, his optical eyes narrowing on the blade and grip.

>”Ooo.” He hummed. “Martian steal.”

>He folded the knife back up and put it on the counter.

>”Sure, I'll fill your stomachs.” he offered. “We got a deal?”

>”Fine with me.” You waved your hand.

>Grub took the knife and put it under the counter. “Have a seat.” He told you before getting to work.

>He began to prepare two bowls.

>”What exactly are you making?” Abigail asked as she took her seat.

>”Recipe I learned when I was young.” He explained in his droning voice. “Prepared in a place from the old world called Eysha. They seemed to like their noodles in Eysha.”

>Eysha, huh?

>”They called it Roman, I believe.” He continued. “Hoppers love the stuff.”

>It took a few minutes, but he finished the bowls at an efficient time.

>”Orders up!” He said as he put the two bowls in front of you and Abigail.

>The bowl was filled with noddles resting in a broth, it was flanked by a side of meat and some vegetables you knew were synthetic.

>”Where do you get all this stuff?”

>”Hoppers bring them to me, they want to see the place keep going. The noodles I make myself.” He explained as he cleaned his utensils.

>You took your fork and began to eat.

>Grub seemed to know what he was doing. The food was good, but you preferred Abigail's cooking. Maybe you were just biased.

>”So.” Grub began talking again. “You don't look like hoppers.”

>You sat still after finishing your bowl.

>”No gear, no extra clothing, look like you were out on the town.” He pointed at you and Abigail. “Not to mention the dirt and the smell of sweat…”

>Grub hopped on his stool and leaned against the counter. “Who are you running from?”

>You sat in silence, avoiding eye contact.

>Grub turned his eyes to Abigail, who also looked away.

>”We're…” You started. “Running from some spooks.”

>”The only spooks that operate down here are hunter squads…” Grub commented.

>His eyes turned back to Abigail. “I knew there was something different about you.”

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c8bd5e No.336258

>>336257

>”What do you mean?” She played dumb.

>”I could see it in your eyes, girl.” He said right away. “You're not exactly human, and I don't mean like me either.”

>Abigail took a deep breath, and then looked away.

>”You don't have to worry.” Grub assured her. “I have no love for the government, or the corporations they whore them out to.”

>Grub stepped away from his stool and moved a few more dishes around.

>”But know this…If you continue the way you're going…You will die down here.”

>”I don't think we have much of a choice…” You said.

>”Well, I'm feeling nice today.” Grub said to you. “Use the door to your right, follow me.”

>You looked at Grub then at Abigail.

>Like you said, not much of a choice…

>The two of you went through the door and followed him through the kitchen.

>It was actually surprising how much space was back here. Even a walk in cooler.

>”When they were still building the levels, sometimes the builders wouldn't leave for weeks, maybe months at a time.” Grub explained. “So places like this were set up to feed the boys working through here.”

>”Food stops run by builders?” You asked.

>”Not builders.” He corrected. “Volunteers, pilgrims, scavengers. Basically anybody who didn't want a chip put in at the time.”

>Grub beckoned you around the corner to a sliding door.

>”They also sometimes had to move around a lot, so they built these as well.”

>Grub pressed a button on the wall and the doors opened.

>”An elevator?” You asked, looking inside.

>It wasn't roomy, enough to fit about three or four people at once.

>”This will take you to practically every level from two to six.” Grub explained.

>”And you're just going to let us use it?” You asked.

>”Either that or let you die in the tunnels.” He said. “If starvation or dehydration doesn't get you, then the hunters or a less than friendly hopper will.”

>Grub turned to Abigail. “Head to level 0.”

>”Level 0? Why?” She asked.

>”Deep in the center of the level, there is a complex. The gate is guarded by a machine called Paul, ask for Mother, tell them Grub sent you…”

>”Mother?”

>”Mother'll help you, she's gotten others out of worse jams. Go now.”

>You stepped into the elevator and Grub began to push a few more buttons.

>”Hey.” You spoke up. “Thanks.”

>”Thanks for the knife.” He said in return before the doors closed.

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7e7d91 No.336274

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>>336258

>Mother

mommy uwu

Keep it up my man

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c8bd5e No.337712

>>336258

>Elevator rides were probably not supposed to last this long.

>It would take hours, if not a day or two.

>You kind of regretted using the elevator, but you knew the other option wasn't viable.

>You sat down after some time, brushing your fingers through your hair and sighing.

>Abigail joined you on the floor, crossing her legs to the side and yawning.

>”Should we get some sleep?” She asked.

>”May not be a good idea…” You told her. “No idea how long this'll take, don't really want to get caught with my pants down…”

>Abigail groaned and grabbed her tail, she rested it on her lap and began to brush it with her hand.

>”You can feel through that, right?” You asked.

>”Yes, its part of my body.” She confirmed.

>You don't know what came over you.

>But without hesitation, you brushed her tail in your fingers.

>”Hiyaa!” Abigail yelped in surprise and quickly swiped her tail from your fingers.

>”Oh, you weren't lying.”

>”W-why would I be lying!?” She asked, her face blushing.

>”I don't know.” You joked. “I didn't think it was actually real.”

>”Well it is…” She huffed. “So are my ears.”

>”What? These ears?” You gently pinched her right ear between your fingers and began to rub it.

>Abigail began to fidget, she closed her eyes and rubbed her legs together, trying not to smile.

>”Guess that feels nice.” You failed at hiding your smile.

>”Y-yeah…” She nodded.

>You found the strength to stop rubbing her ear and keep start following the “keep your hands to yourself.” rule.

>The two of you sat for awhile in silence before you spoke up again.

>”Hey…” You spoke up, looking ahead.

>”Hm?” Abigail responded.

>”Back when we first met.” You said. “Back when- uh, when you were holding up the maid facade…”

>”Yes?” She asked.

>”I asked you about the sexual needs thing…Were you really willing to just…Do that?”

>Abigail took a deep breath.

>”I had to do what I had to do to keep up my disguise…” She told you. “So if you wanted to…Yes.”

>You paused, blinking twice before sitting up straight.

>”I…I guess I'm glad I didn't, then…” You admitted.

>Abigail curled up and rested her head on her knees.

>She turned her head to look at you.

>”Honestly…I was only a matter of time…” You started again. “One way or another I would have probably started level hopping…”

>”How so?”

>”My life…Well, the way I lived. I can't really say I was a fan.”

>You sighed again and wiped your hands on your face.

>”Its always dark, noisy, crowded, the air is stifling, I don't remember the last time I breathed fresh air.”

>Finally, you looked down towards the floor at your feet.

>”If anything…I'm glad I'm not doing this alone…”

>Abigail looked at you for another moment before looking ahead.

>”Yeah…Thank you for coming with me.”

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c8bd5e No.337713

>>337712

>You did fall asleep.

>But the elevator finally reaching its destination woke you up.

>The sleep didn't do much for you.

>Your eyes barely opened, and the sand in them was almost unbearable.

>”Hey, you up?” You asked.

>”I think…” Abigail yawned, forcing herself to stand up.

>You stood up to the sound of clicks and cracks in your back.

>You groaned and stretched, not the best way to sleep.

>The elevator door opened with a ding, leading you into a long hallway.

>It was empty, luckily.

>You were somehow expecting the hunters to be waiting for you on the other side.

>Abigail and you marched down the hall before entering another endless catacombs of paths, stairs, ladders, and pits.

>The walk was unbearable.

>You were exhausted, thirsty, could barely walk straight.

>After some time, you noticed a new scribble on the wall.

>It looked like a bed with a question mark on the side.

>You stopped and looked at the door.

>There was a notification on the door to tell you if the room was in use or not.

>”VACANCY” it read in capital letters.

>You stopped Abigail and opened the door.

>It was dark,but you found the light switch a moment later.

>Inside was a small room, against the left wall was a twin-sized bed with a chair in front of it.

>On the right wall was two machines that resembled the washer and dryer you had at home.

>There was another door at the very back, as well as a sink and a charter on the wall beside the door.

>”Is this someone's home?” You asked, stepping inside.

>You approached the charter and began to read it out loud to Abigail.

Pilgrim Refuge.

Secure area to rest for traveling Hoppers. Please follow the rules or we will find you and shoot you.

1. Take refuge here for no more than 72 hours.

2. Lock the door to inform other hoppers that the room is in use.

3. Clean up your mess and bed sheets before moving on.

4. Update the map if possible.

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c8bd5e No.337715

>>337713

>Update the map?

>You lifted the charter and found a map underneath.

>It was filled with markings and designations you couldn't ever hope to understand.

>”Guess this room is free…”

>”Oh?” Abigail looked at the charter.

>While she looked it over, you went back and locked the front door.

>”Oh, good…” Abigail sighed. “I couldn't go another step…”

>You sat down and rested your head in your hand, taking a deep breath.

>Finally, you groaned in pain and rubbed the back of your neck.

>”Are you okay?” Abigail asked.

>”Shoulders are killing me…” You complained. “Sitting down on the elevator wasn't a good idea…”

>Abigail stepped closer and put her hands on your shoulders.

>”Here.” She said as she began to rub your shoulders.

>You groaned as the kinks and pops were rubbed away. “Magic hands right there.”

>”It comes with the territory.” She said with a smile.

>Abigail took a knee while rubbing your shoulders.

>You closed your eyes and let her do her work.

>When you opened your eyes, you noticed Abigail was staring back at you.

>Slowly, her grip on your shoulders loosened.

>She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around your neck.

>You reeled back in surprise for a second, but didn't fight against her grip. Not that you even could.

>You felt Abigail's breath against your face as she pulled you closer.

>”Abi-…” You tried to speak, but couldn't find the words.

>Abigail gently pressed her lips against yours.

>Your eyes widened, your brain trying to find the proper reaction.

>Finally, you accepted as Abigail gently pushed you against the mattress.

>You put your hands on her waist and held her close, finally kissing her back.

>Grub hummed to himself as he wiped his counter.

>He had just served a team of six Hoppers coming back from Sector 7.

>Dangerous, but the loot is usually good.

>They traded a Type-G1 pistol and a box of ammunition for a good meal.

>Grub happily complied.

>Another group was walking past, they said hello but didn't stop for food.

>But then they stopped, looking ahead, the man in the front took a step back.

>Grub's eyes narrowed and he leaned over his counter.

>From down the hall came a large man, or at least he thought it was a man.

>He was covered in armor, painted in a blue paint.

>It wasn't hard to figure out that he and his entourage of much shorter but heavily armed guards were all hunters.

>Or were they? Their armor pattern was different, and you don't remember hunters employing cyborgs of this magnitude…

>Optic implants and muscle synthetics to be sure, but this man was basically as much of a machine as Grub was, if not taller and much more humanoid.

>The giant blue cyborg stopped it's march in front of Grub.

>One of the hoppers raised his weapon, but Grub quickly motioned him to put the gun away.

>He complied and stepped back.

<”You.” The cyborg demanded.

>”Me.” Grub responded.

<”We are on the hunt for a fugitive and a machine life-form he is with.”

>”A fugitive?” Grub asked, leaning against his counter. “You're going to have to be more clear, a lot of fugitives come through these parts.”

>The cyborg slammed his fist on the counter and then opened it. A projection emitted from his palm to show the face two people he recognized, that man and the girl he was with.

>He may have given away his feigned ignorance with a flinch if it wasn't for his cybernetics and implants.

<”These two.” The cyborg explained. “The man is wanted for aiding in the escape of a machine life-form.”

>”And the other is the machine life-form, I presume?” Grub asked.

<”Correct.”

>”Well, now that you mention it.” Grub clicked his fingers against his “chin”.

<”You have information, then.”

>”Yes, I did see them the other day.” He explained. “Would you like me to show you?”

<”Your cooperation would be appreciated.” The cyborg replied.

>Grub hopped over the counter and beckoned the squad of hunters to follow him.

>They did so and he lead them down the hall and into another series of tunnels.

>”If you follow tunnel C here, you'll end up in an elevator after about two hours of walking.” He explained. “They said they were heading to Level 3, probably trying to get a ride out of the city.”

<”Level 3…” The cyborg turned away from the hall and motioned his troops. “We're heading back to level 6. Unit 09 call for air support and tell them the fugitive is somewhere on level 3.”

<”Yes sir.”

>The cyborg didn't thank Grub, and instead turned around and went back the way he came, this time in a full sprint.

>The rest followed him, allowing Grub to shake his head.

>”I just bought you some time, friends…” He told himself. “Make good use of it…”

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5da68a No.337751

>>337715

Great story! I just read it in its entirety up to this point. Do you plan to finish it in time?

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5da68a No.337752

>>337751

>>337715

Your style is pretty good. If you wanted to flesh this story out a little, then you could easily write a light novel, or even a full novel if it continued on long enough.

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02bee3 No.337791

I just spent all night reading everything in the thread, I have to say best … however many hours of my life

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c8bd5e No.338018

>>337715

>That was probably the best sleep you've had in a long time.

>You even slept through the beep from the washing machine.

>You awoke in a dim light, the bulb above set to low.

>With a gulp and a few blinks, you managed to get what little sand was still in your eyes out.

>You felt a pressure on your chest, and found Abigail still sleeping against you, her breaths soft.

>You were both naked.

>Well, one thing simply led to another…

>You moved your arm away from her shoulder and gently rubbed her fuzzy ear.

>Abigail groaned and fidgeted against your chest. “I'm not a dog…” She moaned, refusing to open her eyes.

>”Come on, sleepy head.” You smiled. “Its time to get moving.”

>”Are you sure…?” She asked. “Cant we stay here forever?”

>”I don't think that'll work.” You laughed. “C'mon, up and at'em.”

>Abigail stopped you from getting up right away and greeted you with a gentle kiss on the lips.

>Afterwards, the two of you shared a shower, before getting your clothing from the machines and putting them back on.

>It felt nice not to be covered in grime and sweat, but you don't know how long that will last.

>After having a good drink of water, the two of you continued your journey.

>The walk lasted an hour before the two of you reached another door.

>Before the two of you could twist the seal, the door suddenly opened on its own.

>Four men and a woman came through, armed to the teeth and looking ready for war.

>”Watch yourselves.” The woman said. “Hunters caught snooping around again.”

>”Thanks for the warning.” You said in return.

>The woman nodded and the five of them marched past you, rifles in hand.

>You walked through the open door and closed it behind you, finding yourself in another tunnel.

>There was water at your feet, and a bright light at the end of the tunnel.

>You hoped you weren't dead…

>The two of you looked at one another and marched down the tunnel.

>It was noisy, you could hear people moving around and shouting even from there.

>It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the new light, and you found yourself in a crowded street.

>The buildings around you were old, line with bricks of various material as well as scrap metal.

>Some of them seemed to be ancient vehicles re-purposed into buildings.

>The people here were different than what you were used to.

>Many of them wore heavy jackets. You noticed the ones not wearing jackets had some kind of body armor on.

>And every single person was armed.

>Either with a gun or some kind of weapon ranging from knives to swords to clubs. You even saw someone walking around with a baseball bat with meat cleaver blades welded into it.

>This was Level 2. The first line of humanity against the machine life-forms…

>You heard it was once a good place to live, before the uprising at least.

>Now its downtrodden, abandoned by the wealthy and left to the poor.

>They seem to get by.

>You noticed signs advertising bars, “restaurants”, pawn shops, and other stores.

>Some people were patrolling the streets, you noticed that they all were wearing the same uniform. But it wasn't a uniform you recognized.

>A gray patterned suit with a blue stripe across each shoulder. They were all wearing old fashion army helmets as well as gas masks.

>Their firearms looked particularly vicious, you didn't know if that could be considered a bayonet or just a chainsaw strapped to the end of a barrel…

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c8bd5e No.338019

>>338018

>”What now?” Abigail asked over the crowed.

>”Now?” You responded. “We find out how to go lower.”

>Abigail stayed close to you.

>She was more than capable of defending herself, considering she could probably rip heads clean off. But still.

>You felt something touch your hand and noticed her hand was very close to yours.

>Without thinking, you reached over and grabbed on to her hand.

>A moment later, you felt her fingers tighten around your hand.

>You almost felt your heart skip a beat.

>The further into the level you went the more it spread out.

>Soon you found yourself in a bazaar, surrounded by shop stands and people just lounging about.

>Everything was on sale, weapons, food, drugs, wastelander paraphernalia.

>Now that you took a better look, you were pretty sure that a lot of the people moving around were wastelanders. Or at least had the look.

>Mohawks, makeshift armor, jury-rigged augmentations.

>Oddly enough, no one seemed to pay you any mind.

>It took awhile of looking around, but you finally found what looked like a barricade with armed guards standing around it.

>There was another tunnel ahead of them, and the words “LEVEL-1” printed against the cement above.

>”Hey.” You pointed it out to Abigail. “I think I found where we need to go.”

>You approached the gate and was suddenly stopped by the nearest guard.

>”Woah woah woah, where do you think you're going?”

>”We uh…Need to get to level-1.” You coughed.

>”Oh yeah? You and what army?” He asked in return. “You don't even got a piece on you and you want to go scavenging in Level-1?”

>The guard shook his head. “If you're really looking to get killed it's easier to get into a fight at Moe's than to go fuck with the machines.”

>”I'm not scavenging, we just need to-”

>As you tried to explain the situation, Abigail was suddenly distracted.

>She stepped away and followed something that caught her attention.

>Standing outside of a bar there was a lady in a maid uniform.

>The woman was handing out fliers for the bar behind her, people rarely took them.

>Upon getting closer, Abigail froze with fright.

>The woman looked almost exactly like her.

>Her right eye was missing, and was replaced by an optic implant, and the synthetic flesh on her left arm was completely removed. But she still had the bird-like feet and the tail, though patchy and broken, was still waving behind her.

>It was like Abigail was looking into a macabre reflection of herself.

>”Come to Moe's!” The maid announced, handing Abigail the flier.

>”I….” Abigail paused, trying to find words.

>”Oh, you are another ARDA model?” The maid asked. “Please hand that flier to your master then.”

>”Mas…ter.” Abigail repeated her words.

>”Tell them that the Maid: Abigail, welcomes them to Moe's!”

>Abigail could feel her insides run cold, her eyes widened and a look of horror crossed her face.

“…Abigail?” She repeated.

>You suddenly caught up with her.

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c8bd5e No.338020

>>338019

>”Hey, we're going to need to find another way aro-” You stopped to look at her. “Is something wrong?”

>Abigail turned to you with tears in her eyes. Her face contorted into one of pain and confusion as she struggled to whisper your name.

>You looked at her, and then to the maid Abigail was just facing.

>”Oh, you must be her master then.” The maid asked. “I have given a flier to your Abigail, please come visit us!”

>”Your…Abigail.” Abigail struggled back her sobs.

>You took a deep breath and grabbed on to her hand. “Come on Abby, lets go…”

>”Come back any time!” The maid waved as the two of you left.

>”We're going right away…” You told her. “We'll just get some money and grab some gear…”

>Abigail continued to look at the ground as you dragged her along.

>When suddenly…

>The air filled with the sounds of vehicles in the distance.

>You looked up, and your eyes widened as drop ships appeared through the airways high above.

>”HUNTERS!” One guard shouted as the crowed broke into a panic.

>There were dozens of dropships in the air now flying overhead and scanning the environments while the denizens of Level-2 seemingly prepared for all out war.

>”ATTENTION, CITIZENS OF LEVEL-3. A FUGITIVE ALONG WITH A MACHINE LIFE-FORM MAY BE IN YOUR AREA. PLEASE REMAIN CALM AS WE SEARCH THE PREMIS-”

>The message was suddenly cut off with the sounds of gun fire.

>Heavy guns, shouting, and the screams of others rattled you to your core.

>You managed to look back up through the chaos, and saw something drop from one of the ships above.

>It looked like a giant blue slab of steel from the distance, but you quickly noticed that it was in the shape of a man.

>That's not good…

>A moment later you saw it charge through the streets, smashing anything and anyone in it's way to the side like a rag doll.

>It was heading straight towards you at full speed.

>”Fucking cyborg!” One of the guards shouted. “Body-bag that mother fucker!”

>All guns fired upon the giant.

>The small arms only chipped and ricochet off it's armor, but the giant emplacements did enough to slow it down, even knock it off it's feet.

>It was enough distraction.

>You tightened your grip on Abigail's hand and ran through the gun fire.

>You heard the guard from earlier shout at you to stop, but you didn't listen.

>You ran into the tunnel ahead.

>And into the darkness below…

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b61544 No.338227

File: e3d24e48433227d⋯.gif (1.98 MB,450x250,9:5,heavyBreathing.gif)

>>338020

First it was out of the frying pan and into the fire, and into another fire, and another… Pretty soon someone's gonna get burned.

(Awesome stuff, keep it up)

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5da68a No.338566

>>338020

Keep it up, anon!

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c8bd5e No.339150

>>338020

>Taurus stood at the entrance.

>His arms were stained to the elbows with gore.

>The situation annoyed him.

>It took more than three hours to bring this level to compliance.

>Hundreds dead, not a big deal.

>No matter, the Fugitive is off ahead.

>Taurus continued his march.

<”Sir!” 09 shouted out. “Sir!”

>Taurus ignored his subordinate.

<”Sir!” He shouted again, grabbing on to his commander's arm.

>Taurus stopped and glared down at 09, his eye's narrowing into dots.

<”What?” Taurus asked.

<”Sir, I understand what we have to do. But this? This is ridiculous!” 09 protested. “We lost more than two dozen Hunters, many of them from our own squad, not to mention the civilian casualties on top of that.”

<”You knew what you were getting into when you joined Tyrant.” Taurus explained simply. “Or are you trying to tell me that this is too much for you…”

>09 stopped. He hesitated for a moment.

>But he didn't break eye contact with his commanding officer.

>Finally, he reached for his helmet and began to input his code.

>His helmet opened with a loud hiss and he pulled it from his head. He then handed it to Taurus.

>”Then I guess this is my resignation, sir.”

>Taurus watched as 09 turned around and walked away from him.

<”09!” He shouted. “Lucas!!!”

>Lucas didn't turn around, and instead marched forward, leaving his old world behind.

>Taurus watched him leave, and without a word he turned back to the tunnels.

>He dropped the 09 designated helmet, and marched on ahead.

>The elevator ride was long, quiet, and uncomfortable.

>You looked over at Abigail.

>She was curled up in the corner, hugging her knees with her face facing her legs.

>She didn't say a word.

>You sighed and sat down beside her.

>You didn't know what to say.

>Asking her if she was okay would be stupid, you already knew she wasn't

>”Hey…” You put your hand on her shoulder and nudged her.

>She didn't budge.

>You took a deep breath and wrapped your arm around her, resting your cheek on the top of her head.

>”Come on, talk to me…” You whispered to her.

>”What am I…?” She finally spoke.

>”What's that supposed to mean?”

>”Am I actually alive?” She asked from her shelter. “Or am I just a glitch? A freak of nature…”

>You didn't know what would make her feel better, there probably wasn't anything you could say.

>So you just said what came to mind.

>”You're you…” You told her. “No one else, just you…”

>Abigail didn't say a word.

>Instead, she leaned into you, resting against your body.

>She stayed like that for the rest of the ride.

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c8bd5e No.339151

>>339150

>City Level 01.

>For as long as you could remember, these levels were off limits to humans.

>Those who went down here were armed, and were looking for something.

>Lost technologies, resources, anything useful.

>You remember pictures of what the level used to look like.

>It was just another city level before, with buildings, streets, lamp posts, the usual.

>But now…It was different, unsettling.

>The level was dark, very dark, you could barely see what was ahead of you.

>The ground under you felt strange, you looked down and tried to get a good look.

>It was like veins, wires and synthetic pipes lined for miles upon miles.

>It subjugated the level, self sufficient power and resources.

>It was also cold, very cold.

>You'd be freezing if it wasn't for your hoodie.

>Though it didn't help much.

>”I can't see a damn thing…” You complained.

>”I can.” Abigail assures you. “Here, I'll lead you.

>Abigail took your hand and led you along, going deeper into the level.

>It made sense, machines had no need for light, may as well not lose them.

>But after some time, the lights around you began to turn on.

>Soon, it was very easy for you to see on your own.

>The air around you felt warmer as well.

>Not comfortably so, but you couldn't feel the bite on your skin anymore.

>It was obvious that something was watching you.

>You walked forward for some time.

>Should you be walking down the road like this?

>Many of the homes and other buildings seemed to be repurposed.

>Now packed with tubing and wires that ran through the building and out into the sky.

>You turned your head as you walked down a three-way stop and immediately felt your heart almost jump out of your chest.

>There were humanoid machines standing at the start of the street, their heads and eyes looking towards the ground.

>They were simple looking, covered in sleek metal with a speaker port where a mouth should be. They have large eyes not unlike that Grub person you met a few days ago, and their arms and legs were slim and gangly.

>Very old, possibly ancient machines, maybe even the first of their kind.

>One of them suddenly looked up and his eye's sparked to life.

>The rest soon followed and suddenly close to a hundred machines advanced on to you.

>Your instincts told you to run, but before you could do so, one of them outstretched an arm courteously.

>”Might I be of service, sir?” It asked.

>The other soon did the same, creating a symphony of identical voices.

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>They stood around you in a semi circle, not surrounding you or cutting off any exits.

>”They're…” Abigail started.

>”Yeah.” You finished for her. “Butler-bots.”

>”Bots?”

>”Really old service units, they were pretty popular for quite some time, even when the more recent maid and butler units were becoming popular. Hell, my old man still had one walking around, no idea what happened to it…”

>”Sir, are you alright?” One of them asked. “Your partner there seems distressed.”

>”Partner?” Abigail asked.

>”Oh, do forgive me.” The Bot bowed a head. “You are not a couple?”

>”Hey…” you started. “You know where you are, right?”

>”Correct.” The bot confirmed. “We are on level 01 of City 016.”

>”And what are you doing here.”

>”We are awaiting to be reassigned to a new master.” The Bot explained. “Would…That be you?”

>The butler wasn't just curious, but was apprehensive about asking.

>A bot would shut down if it wasn't in use. Why did these ones stay active?

>Was it a glitch in the programming?

>Or maybe they were looking for a purpose. Thrown away when they were out of date and not useful anymore.

>Weeks ago, you saw a news report of machines sneaking into higher levels.

>The one that was looking for the small, rodent like machine, and the others who were just doing things like work or observations.

>Some people on the news claimed that they were preparing for an attack, to claim another level or maybe more.

>But you had to think about it.

>Maybe they were looking for something to do?

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c8bd5e No.339152

>>339151

>”Uh…Excuse me.” You spoke up.

>”Yes sir.” The bot nodded. “How might I be of service?”

>”Can you tell me who's in charge? Where to find them?”

>”You are seeking the Mother, sir.” It explained. “She resides on level 0. Shall we take you there?”

>Mother, that's who Abigail is looking for.

>”Do you know a quick way to get there?”

>”Certainly, please follow us.”

>The bots moved in unison, like one entity.

>The deeper you trekked into the level, the more populace it became.

>Machines of all shapes and sizes.

>Some of them were just aimlessly meandering around, while others were doing…Something.

>One was tightening bolts on a nearby pipeline, while the other was sweeping dust, placing it back down, and sweeping it up again.

>The machines noticed you and watched you pass.

>They seemed confused at your presence, but not alarmed.

>You passed another pair of machines, these ones speaking in a language you didn't understand. If it was a real language at you.

>You suddenly felt Abigail hold on to your hand again.

>”You okay?” You asked.

>”I don't like this.” She said honestly. “They're so…Aimless…”

>You had a theory. It was obvious that these were just machines and not machine life-forms.

>When the levels were taken, they more than likely immediately began forming the new environment.

>Endlessly, tirelessly, they had something to do, something to strive for.

>When they finished one thing, they went on to another.

>Building, repairing, changing, modifying, scavenging, creating, and destroying.

>But when they were done…They were done.

>There was nothing left to do.

>Nothing left to build or fight or change.

>So, they were aimless, with no goal in sight.

>They simply began making their own tasks, or they just locked down and waiting for something to do.

>If these butler-bots could even feel excitement, they would probably be absolutely delighted right now…

>Abigail's ears twitched and she suddenly stopped.

>You almost tripped over when you pulled against her grip.

>”Abby?” You asked. “Whats wrong?”

>”Something is following us…” She stated, peering into the darkness behind you.

>She heard it before you did, and saw it as well.

>”We have to go.” She stated nervously.

>”Is something the matter, ma-” The bot suddenly stopped and looked in the distance.

>You heard it thumping in the distance, crashing along the ground like a freight train.

>The machine with the broom suddenly halted and then raised its broom into the air before charging into the darkness.

>You heard a crash, followed by scraping, and suddenly a pile of metal game flying through the air.

>The other machines sprung up, but were no match for the object.

>It appeared in the light, a large humanoid, the same one you saw dropping from the dropship earlier.

>It was making a bee line straight towards you.

>”Run!” Abigail shouted, leading you along by your hand.

>But even at full sprint, the giant was gaining on them, much faster, and very, very unstoppable.

>You looked behind you, and saw a giant hand reaching out to you, inches away from crushing your skull.

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!” One of the bots suddenly shouted.

>It ran into the giant's forearm, sending it into a different direction.

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!” Another shouted as it ran into the giant's chest.

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>Taurus was brought to a halt, groaning in frustration as the machines crashed into him.

>His feet dug into the ground underneath, splitting wires and crushing metal.

<”Annoying Robots!” He shouted, bringing his fists down into the machine pressed against his stomach.

>The machine crumpled under his strike, breaking into the ground.

>Taurus looked ahead.

>The fugitive was gaining distance, but suddenly stopped.

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c8bd5e No.339153

>>339152

>”Stop!” You shouted. “He'll kill you!”

>One of the bots turned back to you and shouted.

>”Run!”

>As the bots swarmed the giant, more machines entered the fray.

>A large, fat green bot leaped on to its back, and attempted to stab the giant with a butcher's knife.

>But the knife shattered, and the Giant grabbed the machine and flung it across the street into a wall.

>”We have to go!” Abigail shouted again, grabbing on to your shoulder now.

>You hesitated, but knew you couldn't do anything.

>The two of you ran, as fast as you could.

>All of your exhaustion seemingly disappeared, replaced with intense adrenaline.

>You heard another crash behind you, and turned your head again.

>The giant was free, and now sprinting faster than before.

>But as he caught on to you again, one last machine, a bot with a missing arm and eye leaped on to it's back.

>The giant stopped and twisted, trying to get the machine off it's shoulders as it seemed to shock him with the wires from it's broken arm.

>You weren't getting away from it, you knew that now.

>Quickly, you looked around, and noticed a wrench that had been thrown around in the struggle.

>With no other option, you ignored Abigail's protests, picked it up and attacked the giant.

>The wrench sparked against his wrist, and the giant stopped in place after destroying the final bot.

<”Stupid.” It commented in a very deep voice. “Very stupid.”

>You went to strike again, but the giant caught your by the wrist.

>And it one swift movement, ripped your arm from your socket.

>Your eyes moved and watched the crimson flow through the air, your right arm thrown to the side.

>Everything slowed down, and you found yourself falling to the ground.

>You looked up and saw the giant raise his foot into the air, ready to bring it down on you.

>But then, there was a bright light.

>And you lost consciousness.

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440c06 No.339326

Fucking hell, That cliffhanger right here

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f8bf7c No.339336

>>339153

AAAARGH! BLUEBALLING, CLIFFHANGING MOTHERFUCKER! This is so fucking good, please don't stop before the end!

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38b845 No.339342

>>339326

>>339336

Please sage your posts and underage leave

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b61544 No.339594

File: fc100eea6c74840⋯.jpg (250 KB,450x600,3:4,Kikimora_1.jpg)

>>339153

Perfect cliffhanger right there!

I'll be waiting patiently for this.

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5da68a No.339612

>>339153

What the hell was he thinking? Even if it was ultimately futile, he should have just kept running like a bitch. He already saw that thing shrug off heavy gun fire like it was only an annoyance.

That aside, great updates!

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3c0568 No.339614

>>339612

Distraction. If he could buy even 20 seconds that could be enough time for Abigail to get away.

You gotta be prepared to give your laifu for your waifu.

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5da68a No.339659

>>339614

>You gotta be prepared to give your laifu for your waifu.

True enough. I guess this means the MC is gonna end up a lot more machine than he used to be, if he makes it out of this alive.

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5da68a No.339660

>>339659

Derp, I meant to sage that…

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cf6980 No.339689

File: ca8d4457fea2cfc⋯.png (141.21 KB,490x324,245:162,1446371148398.png)

>>339152

>>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

Thanks for reminding me of that scene from I, Robot, asshole.

You did a good job.

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c8bd5e No.340035

>>339153

>Abigail followed along beside the machine.

>She recognized him from before, but thought back then that he was a cyborg.

>Back in the tunnels, she walked past him with you.

>Tall and wearing a trench coat and hat.

>His body looked like some sort of exo-suit, like something you would see in a kids show.

>But that was his actual body, and he insists that he was never human at any point and time.

>This machine was named Paul, and he had been watching the two of you for some time.

>”We have to hurry.” Paul said in his static voice. “I stopped the bleeding for now, but the wound must be mending.

>Paul carried you in his arms, you were still completely unconscious.

>”Will he be okay?” Abigail asked.

>”He will be. Once the doctor gets a look at him.”

>”The doctor knows how to operate on humans?” She asked. “Is he human?”

>”No, he is a machine life-form.” But he knows how to operate on most things. Still, I don't know how long that effect will last on the cyborg…”

>It was like a bright light.

>It interfered with Abigail's vision, but she soon recovered.

>The cyborg however, was blinded completely. And ended up flailing in the dark.

>Paul seemed confident that he could not only fight, but destroy the cyborg.

>But your life took priority.

>Luckily, Paul knew the ins and outs of the levels very well.

>And had full access to any emergency shoot and lift.

>Abigail was on level 0 in no time.

>The level seemed to be completely leveled. Save for a few buildings lined up in a circle around a very large construct.

>It looked like a matrix from the outside, but she could see the entrances and exits from where she was.

>This was where the true Machine life-forms resided.

>Though the machines were more than welcome down here, there was even less to do.

>And unlike machine life-forms, the machines don't have the ability to entertain themselves with anything other than what they were programmed to do.

>The entrance to the center opened to a brightly lit and sterile hall way.

>Completely white with only door markings to indicate that it wasn't just one long hall.

>Paul beckoned Abigail along.

>The two of them walked with a swift pace, three doors down before Paul turned left into a door.

>The room here was large, but dimly lit.

>There were stretchers of broken machines along the walls, as well as glass pods filled with tools and synthetic parts.

>Abigail noticed another machine in the center of the room.

>”Doctor.” Paul called out.

>”Hm?” The doctor turned around.

>He was shorter than even Abigail, standing at little over 4'5”.

>His eyes were a bright red, and his body was covered in a tattered doctor's coat.

>”We have a problem.” Paul told him.

>”Oh?” Doctor asked, until noticing the body in his arms.

>”Oh dear!” The doctor put down his tools and approached the three of you. “Oh dear, oh dear oh dear!”

>He examined you before turning back to Paul. “What happened?”

>”Cyborg attack.” Paul explained. “He's still loose on level 1.

>”Oh dear! Oh dear, oh dear!” The Doctor repeated. “Please, quickly, hurry, put him on the table!”

>Paul complied and placed you on the table.

>The doctor quickly looked you over. “He's missing an arm.”

>”Did you have to scan to figure that one out.”

>”No time for jokes!” Doctor complained, pushing both Paul and Abigail towards the door. “Out, out out out, I must work, I must create! I must operate!”

>”B-but” Abigail protested.

>”No no no, you must leave, this is an operation room. Please, please, let me work, let me cure!”

>Before she could speak again, she was out the door with Paul.

>”Hm.” He grunted.

>”Is he always like that?”

>”Usually.” Paul replied.

>”What now?”

>”Come.” Paul beckoned. “The Mother will want to see you.”

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c8bd5e No.340036

File: 650584216e6b78b⋯.jpg (32.5 KB,525x702,175:234,robot.jpg)

>>340035

>Paul led Abigail down the hall, into a larger room, through another door, down an elevator, then another, then down another hall.

>”Who is she?” Abigail asked during the trip.

>”Its unclear.” Paul says. “Some believe she was the first machine life-form. Others think she is a cyborg that left humanity behind long ago. Either way, she never told anyone.

>Finally, Abigail was led to a gargantuan double door, almost like an entrance to a throne room.

>The doors parted slowly, and Paul stood to the side.

>”Its all up to you now.”

>Abigail looked at him, then into the darkness inside.

>Even she couldn't peer through the darkness.

>She took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

>The doors closed behind her, leaving her alone in the dark void.

>Each of her step echoed, the small talons on the edge of her feet clicked against the cold metal.

>Abigail could hear herself breathing, and even the heart beat in her chest.

>Or what she believed to be her heart…

>She advanced for some time, only being greeted by absolute darkness.

>”…Hello?” She finally called out. “Is…Is anybody there?”

>”I am here.”

>Abigail jumped at the voice, and was greeted by the sound of machines booting up.

>Two lights lit up at her feet, and led to hundreds of other lights that reached forward.

>They stretched up a wide pillar in the center of the large room, and were followed by two large, bright strobe lights that pointed upwards.

>The lights revealed a large figure, which had Abigail stepping away in fear.

>The figure was roughly eighteen meters tall.

>It was the torso and the skull of a woman, with wires and supports protruding from her lower torso and where her arms should be, attaching it to the pillar behind it.

>It had no synthetic skin, revealing its metallic inner frame, and it spoke with a soft voice.

>”Hello, dear child.” It greeted. “I am Mother.”

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c8bd5e No.340037

>>340036

>“Mother…” Abigail repeated slowly.

>”Are you disappointed?” Mother asked. “Were you expecting something else?”

>”No its just–” Abigail paused. “I don't know what I expected.”

>Mother let out a soft hum, almost like a quiet laugh.

>Her body moved with the help of her supports, approaching Abigail until she loomed over her.

>”I see you look like an Arda unit.” Said Mother.

>Mother seemed to pick her words very carefully. She didn't want to upset Abigail, and compare her to a maid unit.

>”Yes, I do.” Abigail confirmed.

>”Then you are Dr. Jaeger's child.” Mother said.

>”You knew him?” Abigail asked.

>”He was a very beloved friend of mine…And if you are his child, then he must have loved you dearly.”

>Abigail felt a twang in her chest.

>She remembered the day, when the professor sat her in a pod.

>She remembers his wrinkled face, and his prosthetic leg.

>It was old, and he was still forced to walk with a cane because of it.

>He smiled as the pod closed around her, leaving him to his fate.

>”I…Don't really remember him.” Abigail admitted.

>”He had created machine-life before.” Mother explained. “The first time was an accident.”

>Mother nodded towards the door, motioning to where Paul was waiting. “He does not remember the Doctor.”

>Abigail looked away, and placed a hand on her chest.

>”You called me his child…”

>”Are you not his child?” Mother asked.

>”He can't be my father…”

>”And why is that?”

>”I'm just a machine.”

>”But he gave you life, did he not?” Mother's head tilted, as if she was confused.

>Abigail's eye's began to well with tears, she looked towards the ground and gripped her chest.

>”Is this life?” She asked.

>”What do you mean?”

>”I was created in a lab, I was built from parts… I'm not human.”

>”And?”

>”And–!” Abigail looked to Mother. “What am I!?”

>”You're you.” Mother's explanations weren't helping Abigail.

>She was expecting me.

>”But why me?” Abigail asked. “Why do I feel these things? Why do I feel scared or happy or sad or tired or sleepy or…-”

>”She stopped herself. “Why me? I never asked to be created…”

>Mother peered in closer, she spoke in a soft whisper, she wanted to calm Abigail.

>”We do not choose to be created, just as humans do not choose to be born… What you do with the time that is given to you is for you to decide…You and nobody else.”

>Abigail pursed her lips and looked away.

>”You did not lose everything.” Mother spoke again. “You still have something.”

>Abigail finally gritted her teeth, the tears flowing from her cheeks and splashing on the metal below.

>”You're right…” She whispered. “I still have him…”

>Abigail wiped the tears from her face and stood up straight.

>”We cant stay here, can we?” She asked.

>”You're more than capable, and welcome.” Mother explained. “But the other…It is not that he is not welcome, it is that he will surely die. Our environment is not suitable for human lives…”

>”Then we have to leave.” Abigail concluded. “Get out of the city, go somewhere else… Maybe a wasteland colony…”

>She stopped for a moment. “Maybe even off world.”

>”This was supposed to be a welcoming.” Mother admitted. “I did not know the human meant so much to you…”

>Abigail smiled and gently put her hand to her chest. “He could have handed me over…But he kept it all a secret, even though it threatened his life.”

>Abigail looked back to Mother. “Thank you, I think I needed to hear this.”

>”Then this is goodbye.” Mother nodded.

>Abigail turned away and looked to the door in the back.

>One final obstacle ahead…

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c8bd5e No.340039

File: 0bcdef718c46824⋯.jpg (121.29 KB,1024x749,1024:749,1312839914671.jpg)

>>340037

>You awoke slowly.

>The pain in your head was the worst you've ever felt before.

>Like someone was stabbing needles deep into your brain.

>You groaned and rubbed your head with your right ha-

>Wait.

>Right hand?

>Right arm?

>Didn't you…Did that… Was that a dream?

>You sat up straight and looked at your arm.

>It felt real…But something was off.

>The small scar on your knuckle was gone, and so was the blemish on the back of your hand.

>You looked at your hand, examined it slowly.

>”I would be careful, if I were you.” A voice suggested.

>You turned your head to find a machine staring at you from over his shoulder. He blinked his red eyes and gently put down the strange tool he had between his skinny metal fingers.

>”It takes awhile to get accustomed to.”It spoke it a high, elderly voice.

>”Accustomed to what?” You asked.

>The machine rummaged through his desk and drew a black billiard ball from a drawer.

>He stepped off his chair and walked to you in a slouched, methodical walk.

>”Right hand, please.” The machine requested.

>You were hesitant, but you presented your right hand to it.

>The machine placed the ball in your hand and took a few steps back. “Now squeeze.”

>You gave it a look, but did as it said.

>You squeezed the ball, and a moment later you noticed it crack, and then shatter in your hands.

>”Woah!” You called out, jumping at the sudden explosion in your hands.

>”See?” It pointed. “Last thing we need you to do is slip and destroy your own skull!”

>”But, I– What happened!?”

>”As it was explained to me, you lost your arm in some kerfuffle.” The machine explained.

>”A kerfuffle…” You repeated without amusement. “Wait…So that means.”

>”Yes, that means your right arm is entirely prosthetic.” The machine began to wave it's hands. “Welcome to the world of cybernetics!”

>You grimaced and looked at your new arm.

>You always prided yourself on avoiding augs.

>A lot of people you knew got themselves sliced just so they could get implants.

>You wouldn't admit it, but you saw it as weakness. A power fantasy that went overboard.

>Now you can't really complain…

>”Oh, dear me.” The machine clicked his fingers on it's spectacle eyes. “How rude of me not to introduce myself. I am the Doctor. Mechanic and, I guess, surgeon of level-0.”

>”We're on level 0?” You asked again.

>Suddenly, a realization hit you, and you scrambled to the side of the bed you were sitting up on.

>”Abby!? Where's Abby!?” You asked.

>”Calm, calm, my fleshy friend.” The Doctor tried to ease you, putting his hands on your shoulder. “The girl is fine. She is speaking with the Mother right now.”

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c8bd5e No.340040

>>340039

>You sighed in relief and rubbed your forehead again…This time with your left hand.

>A moment later, the door slid open and two figures stepped in.

>The first was Abigail, who's presence sent a jolt through your heart. The second was a tall machine, one you were familiar with from back in the tunnels.

>Abigail gasped loudly and ran to you, throwing her arms around you in a tight embrace.

>”I thought I lost you…” She whimpered.

>You smiled and returned her embrace.

>”Our servo bots are already gathering the necessary supplies from other levels.” The tall figure explained. “It should be enough to get you to Outpost Delta.”

>Abigail turned to him and nodded. “Thank you, Paul.”

>”This is Paul?” You asked.

>”We met before.” Paul admitted. “Though it was just in passing.”

>”Yeah, I remember you.”

>”There will be enough food and water at the exit, but you can't dawdle. Terra-03 can help you once you get to Delta.”

>”You said Outpost Delta…”

>Abigail looked to you and pursed her lips. “I think…We'll have to leave the city…”

>You returned her gaze and sighed. “…Somehow I knew that.”

>You weren't really disappointed.

>More afraid.

>The city was all you knew, and you heard stories about the wastes.

>A moment later, you turned to the Doctor. “Am I cleared to leave.”

>”Most definitely.” He said. “The headaches should subside once your body fully accepts the new limb.”

>You stood up from the table, wobbled, but regained your balance.

>A second later you could walk straight.

>”If you're ready to go.” Paul showed you the door.

>The three of you left the office, and prepared to head out.

>You thanked the Doctor one more time before leaving.

>Its just a few more miles… One final stretch, you can do it.

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7e7d91 No.340043

>>340040

oh boy oh boy we mad max SOON™

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be2887 No.340055

>>340040

neato, I was waiting for this update

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5da68a No.340115

>>340043

waku waku~

Can't wait.

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5d4f56 No.340211

>>340040

Good stuff writefag

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debeaf No.340221

>>340040

Good shit.

>>340211

Sage your posts dumbass.

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98d4ce No.340470

File: a2c808d9f9226ab⋯.jpg (237.01 KB,1280x720,16:9,mgsv-fireworks1280-1441080….jpg)

>>340040

Great so far, keep it up!

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c8bd5e No.341087

File: 4bdd0739754829c⋯.png (264.38 KB,1512x1000,189:125,1511721389642.png)

Sorry for the delay, I was kidnapped by the illuminati.

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5da68a No.341215

File: d61b47da6c08af1⋯.jpg (1.35 MB,1920x1080,16:9,055554c54c2828f686cb00d17d….jpg)

>>341087

>kidnapped by the illuminati

Shit happens.

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af8b57 No.341314

File: 1aeaeba58510358⋯.jpg (52.96 KB,800x452,200:113,thumbs up kono suba.jpg)

File: 4c00bca54786b81⋯.gif (342.41 KB,666x386,333:193,comfy.gif)

File: 9be67acb283a3dc⋯.gif (26.23 KB,468x450,26:25,applause hands.gif)

>>320945

excellent work

>>326360

max comfy

>>327666

nice

>>341215

This is still alive? How wonderful

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5da68a No.341366

>>341314

Writefag has been making semi-regular updates. About every other week or so, IIRC. I keep checking back regularly. Gotta find out what happens with robo-waifu.

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c8bd5e No.341417

>>340040

>You chugged down at least half off the jug of water that was given to you.

>Abigail did the same with hers.

>When you asked why someone like Paul has this much water he just simply stated “I like to drink water.”

>Fine enough reason for you.

>You were given new clothing, gear suitable for the trip across the wasteland.

>”It's about a day and a half of walking to get to Delta.” Paul told you along the way.

>But once you got out of the city, you were essentially home free from the feds.

>No one in blue would dare leave the safety of a city and risk altercations with wastelanders in their home turf.

>Especially with the stories of what kind of gear they're packing.

>You at least hopped your giant friend had the same apprehensions.

>You doubted it…

>You sighed and looked over your new arm.

>You squeezed the fingers, it felt real enough at least…

>”How is it?” Abigail asked.

>”A bit weird…Its like I never lost a limb to begin with.” You commented. “But it still feels different…”

>”Look at it like this…” Abigail suggested.

>She took your hand in hers and squeezed down. You noticed she used a bit more strength than usual, and although the amount of pressure she used would have been painful before, now it felt pleasant and welcoming.

>”We're kind of the same now, you know?” She said with a smile.

>You returned the smile and squeezed her hand in return. “I guess you're right.”

>”What do you mean, “You guess?” She teased.

>”You know what I mean.” You told her in return.

>Paul groaned and shook his head. “Couples…”

>The walk to the edge of the sector took a few hours.

>Paul informed you that it was sometime in the morning, since you couldn't tell down here…

>”You should have enough day light to make good distance…” He told you.

>As you reached the wall, you noticed a light had illuminated an exit.

>A hatch leading into the inner workings of the wall.

>”Just go straight, don't turn or explore, you'll never find your way out.” Paul said.

>”I should probably thank you.” You told him. “For everything.”

>”My job is to assist machine life-forms. Even if that includes non-synthetic companions.” He explained. “But…You're welcome.”

>As you reached the wall, Paul motioned to open the hatch.

>But he stopped.

>Paul tilted his head and listened.

>You heard it too, in the distance, loud crushing and smashing of steel.

>He turned his head to the noise and stepped back, motioning you to move.

>”Get away!” He demanded.

>Abigail grabbed your shoulder and the two of you retreated.

>Suddenly, a shipping container came careening across the ground, and smashing into Paul.

>It sent him flying across the street, and crashing into a nearby building.

>The attacker revealed himself from the darkness a moment later, the giant from earlier.

>His armor was scratched, cracked, and scorched, you could see what looked like blood ooze from some of the imperfections on his uniform.

>One of the eyes of his helmet was shattered, revealing it's mechanical innards, and his “breathing” seemed heavy and labored.

>”You've done enough damage…” The giant growled. “This ends now.”

>Before the Giant could strike, the same container smashed into him from above, destroying the ground underneath and trapping the giant.

>Paul toppled over the container he had used as a weapon, stumbling off the side and falling to the ground.

>He seemed to struggle in his movement, and you noticed sparks shooting from his neck and arm joints.

>”Guess our robot friends gave you a bit of a hassle…” Paul groaned. “I won't make the mistake of letting you get away.”

>A fist smashed through the inside of the container, and the giant tore himself out.

>Paul didn't waste time and leaped back into the fray.

>He caught the Giant palm for palm, the two began a power struggle.

>”Go!” Paul demanded. “Now!”

>You wanted to help, but Paul managed to push the Giant away, sending them both crashing into the building beside them.

>Was it worth it?

>Were the two of you worth all this?

>It would be for nothing if you didn't take the opportunity.

>You felt the ground shake as you ran, not just from the battle, but from various other feet charging into the area.

>There had to be hundreds of them now.

>Robots of every shape and size.

>Some of them maybe even machine life forms.

>As you reached the wall, another machine crashed into the concrete in front of you.

>it slumped to the ground, the lead pipe in it's hand rolled to the ground.

>Abigail turned around first, and you followed her gaze.

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c8bd5e No.341418

>>341417

>Taurus had to continue.

>He could feel the disgusting metal of the machines clinging to his armor.

>His movement had become labored.

>Too much weight, even his augmentations couldn't substitute for his damaged servos.

>His target was right in front of him, the fugitive and the machine he was protecting.

>The idiot…

>Are they a “couple”?

>Does that wretch truly think she loves him?

>Machines cant love.

>Even the use of the term “Machine life-form” sickened him.

>They're not life form.

>They're existence is an affront.

>Anathema to human kind.

>To Taurus, it didn't matter. All the people that had died.

>To anyone else it wouldn't be worth it.

>But to him, just casualties for the greater good.

>He saw the machine that looked like a woman look around.

>She noticed the pipe the other was carrying on the ground and take it in her hands.

>Taurus struggled under the weight.

>The taller machine did a number on him, but not enough to stop Taurus from ripping it in half.

>But now, the others were weighing him down.

>He could barely move.

>The fugitive tried to stop the machine, but it ran forward, led pipe in hand.

>Even if it looked like a thin woman. Taurus knew better.

>Machines had machine strength.

>He struggled to defend himself.

>But it was too late.

>It aimed for a crack in his armor.

>And he felt the metal break through, and enter his stomach…

>The giant fell to its knees with a loud groan.

>Abigail took a step back, her tail standing on end.

>It breathed heavily, with very human blood seeping through the wound.

>The other machines held him in place.

>Some even seem relieved that they could actually stop the beast.

>”It's over.” Abigail spoke up. “We're leaving!”

>The giant paused.

>A few seconds later, he began to chuckle.

>The chuckle became louder and louder until it was a full, roaring laughter.

<”Its never over.” He stated bluntly. “I won't allow it to be -over-.”

>The giant struggled, but managed to raise his right arm.

>With his left hand, he opened a hatch on his wrist.

>Your eyes widened, and you went to reach for Abigail.

>He pressed a button on his wrist, and suddenly his shoulders began to glow a bright blue.

>It was a loud boom, like a bass had just dropped beside your head.

>You felt your synthetic arm go limp.

>And the machines fall to the ground.

>You watched as Abigail did the same, toppling over and falling limp.

>Your mouth went agape, and all that you could utter were slight wheezes of distress.

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c8bd5e No.341419

>>341418

>Taurus remained in his crouched position.

>He couldn't move anymore, the servos in his armor had locked up.

>Still, the machine life-form was dealt with.

>He couldn't help but simply congratulate himself.

>A slight chuckle from underneath his helmet.

>In some time, he could move again.

>But it would take some time.

>Once it was done he could report back to HQ.

>Machine life-form eliminated. As well as several tertiary targets.

>Went in for one Machine Life-form, managed to destroy a handful, as well as countless machines.

>In about an hour he cou-

>Taurus grunted as he felt the sting from the back of his head.

>He couldn't move!

>Couldn't defend himself!

>The pain was excruciating.

>He wanted to scream, but he couldn't.

>All he could do is struggle underneath the weight of his armor.

>Wiggling helplessly as the steel pierced his skull.

>You cried out in anger again as you forced the pipe deeper into it's skull.

>You could hear noise coming from its armor, but you didn't care anymore.

>One final push with your working arm.

>You forced your weight into the side of the pipe now, twisting the giant's head until you heard a sickening crunch.

>The noise from inside the armor stopped…

>If it wasn't dead then it sure as shit wished it was…

>You took a deep breath and wiped your face with your hand.

>You looked at your synthetic arm.

>Slowly, you could move it again.

>Just the finger tips for now, but it worked…

>Something caught your eye, moving in the rubble.

>Your eyes widened, Abigail was moving again.

>”Abby!” You ran to her side.

>She pushed herself from the ground and sat on her legs.

>Her eyes were closed, but they slowly opened.

>”Are you okay!?” You asked her, lowering yourself to her level.

>Abigail looked at you and smiled.

>”Hello.” She said.

>”…Hello?” You repeated.

>“I am Arda unit #3741, my name is Abigail.” She introduced herself. “Are you my master?”

>”Mas…ter?” You didn't know what else to say. “Abby, come on, quit screwing around, this isn't funny.”

>”Oh, would you prefer to call me 'Abby'?” She asked. “Very well, I shall change my designation to Abby for your convenience.”

>Your mouth opened again, but slowly closed.

>”As an Arda unit, I am capable of cooking, housekeeping, teaching, looking after children, and laundry. I also have the ability to look after other needs, be they emotional, entertainment, or sexual.”

>She listed off her features before going on to her specifications and upgrades to the previous Valk model.

>As she did so, your heart sank in your chest, and you slowly began to lower your head.

>You felt the tears well up in your eyes, and it became a struggle not to cry out. You grit your teeth, and fought the pressure in your throat.

>”Oh! Is something the matter? Are you okay!?” She asked. “Do you require emotional support!?”

>You found the courage to look in her eyes, tears running down your cheeks.

>With a deep, shark breath, you managed to stifle your moaning, and wiped the tears from your eyes.

>”No…I'm fine.” You gave her a weak smile before standing up.

>You wiped yourself down and helped her off the ground.

>With the carnage around you, you simply made your way towards the hatch leading outside of the city.

>”Come on…” You told her. “Lets go…”

>Abigail bowed and followed you as you opened the hatch.

>”Where are we going?” She asked.

>”To find a new home…” You whispered. “Just like you wanted…”

>”A home I wanted, Master?” She asked. “But Arda units make no requests.”

>You didn't answer.

>Instead you led her in and closed the hatch behind you.

>Leaving the city behind forever…

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a1ee1a No.341424

File: 3b8b8372398c89d⋯.webm (3.84 MB,960x540,16:9,Planetarian.webm)

>>341419

NOOOOOOOOO

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5d4f56 No.341427

File: bf6c45208e0ce15⋯.jpg (66.69 KB,468x352,117:88,IMG_3479.JPG)

>>341419

Please no. Not like this. Anything but this. How cruel fate must be! To look upon the face of your lover yet leave it an empty shell! Woe to man!

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b882e5 No.341430

File: 3f4096fe7ea80c6⋯.gif (1.65 MB,480x270,16:9,ultra-fucking-cry.gif)

>>341419

No.

No.

Don't do it to us, damn it. Good writefag as always, even if it hurts.

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b0b275 No.341465

>>341419

You're not done yet, right? RIGHT?

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3c0568 No.341477

File: 2f76576557bff77⋯.jpg (93.75 KB,601x508,601:508,I'm fine.jpg)

>>341419

Why are all the best stories written by tragedyfags

Why do you create these wonderful characters only to put them through hell

did you get this ending from the ideasguy thread on /animu/ I told that guy that running off innawoods to live off the land with the robot waifu was way better than killing her identity

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c8bd5e No.341487

>>341419

>It's been three days since you left the city.

>Scorching heat by day and freezing cold by night.

>The areas outside of the city earned their name.

>The ground was dry and cracked.

>Wind did nothing but pick up dust that bit at the skin.

>Any vegetation you did find had dried up long ago.

>…You didn't bother going to the outpost.

>You didn't care anymore.

>Maybe you were hoping some wastelanders would kill you.

>Or maybe you were just waiting for the environment to do it for them.

>You were completely alone.

>The vessel that followed you urged you to return to the city.

>The vessel that looked like her.

>You thought about abandoning it, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

>You found yourself answering its questions every now and then, like it was still her.

>Once or twice, a wastelander in a vehicle had driven past.

>You gave you a glance but didn't stop.

>Maybe they thought you didn't have anything of value.

>Or maybe they weren't as savage as you were led to believe.

>You hadn't grabbed the supplies that Paul offered you.

>And it was starting to take its toll.

>The hunger pains were almost unbearable.

>And your head pounded with dehydration.

>The Arda tried to help you, but you didn't let it.

>And it had no way to call authorities. All it could do was follow you and urge you to turn around.

>Another day and night past.

>On the fourth day, your stumbles became heavier and heavier.

>”Guess this is it…” You told yourself, wiping the blood from your cracked lips.

>You leaned against a nearby boulder, and took a deep breath before falling to your knees.

>Your vision was blurry.

>It wasn't a bad place to die… There was at least shade.

>You toppled over, landing on your stomach.

>The exhale from your nose pushed the dirt away, and you closed your eyes…

>”Oh dear…” The Arda that was once Abigail stood beside you. “Master is in terrible danger…”

>Her blinking became erratic, and she sat on her knees.

>The heat wasn't doing much for her either. Arda memory or not, her body was still Abigail's.

>And Abigail needed to eat and drink…

>The Arda didn't sleep for four days, and didn't even think about wood or water.

>”It is time to go into—-Stand…By….” She stated. “Go—-o—d —-night.”

>The Arda slumped over and landed on your back.

>The two of you lied there in silence.

>Only the wind to keep you company as you passed on…

>It was some time later.

>The ground rumbled with the noise and power of a mighty engine.

>It was tall and of black metal, 321 meters in length and 55 meters in height. With the beam of 72 meters.

>Housing a crew of almost a thousand, including auxiliaries such as vehicles and weapons.

>It had the storage capacity to feed it's crew for over a year.

>It was once a colony vessel, used to protect the people from the wasteland before the cities were built.

>Now re-purposed as a expeditionary vessel, as well as a tool of war.

>The monstrous vehicle drove through everything as if it were nothing.

>Finally, it halted.

>Its exhausts wheezed with relief and its engine hummed itself into silence.

>While others began moving around the vehicle in areas that would have been too dangerous while it was moving, five men stepped out from the escape hatch.

>The first one pointed to the others, marking out the things he had noticed from his watchout perch.

>They approached the things lying on the ground.

>”I wasn't fabricatin'” The first one said, wiping the dust from his goggles. “Humanoids.”

>”What are they doing all the way out here? Are they suicidal?” The other asked.

>”Hm…Looks like a Slicker.” The third one said, kicking the man lying on the ground. “At least he dresses like one.”

>”Probably a fugitive.” The first spoke up again, crouching down to get a better look. “Must have right-fucked the big man if they're willing to leave the walls.”

>”Lookie this one.” The second one nudged the female with his foot. “Whats with the ears?”

>”A maid unit?” The first one said. “Boy must have been scrambled in the dome if he took his cleanin' lady with him.”

>”Not a tug on the dick fer me.” The second said again. “Check him for goods, and scrap the lady for parts.”

>Suddenly, a new person shoved past time, wearing a coat and a gas mask.

>”Get fucked.” He demanded. “Back up!”

>”Torij. What the hell's your damage?” The first asked.

>”I know this guy.” Torij told him.

>”What? This Slicker?”

>”He's the wall guy from level 6.” Torij told him.

>”This here's your buddy from the wall?” The second asked.

>”'Fuck he doin out here?” The fourth asked.

>”Right fuck out of me.” Torij commented. “But he and his cleanin' lady are off the menu.”

>”Fuck it.” The first spoke up. “Buddy of Torij is a buddy o'mine.”

>”Grab'em both.” Torij ordered. “Bring him to the organic mechanic, and the cleanin' lady to the mechanic.”

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c8bd5e No.341488

>>341487

>The Slicker was alive, but barely.

>The Organic Mechanic would have to keep him breathing.

>Torij made his way to the cyborg repair.

>They rarely had machines they had use for. So the mechanic must just be happy he's getting actual work.

>Scrap-monkey was his name, an average height man with two precision implants instead of human arms.

>They found him cutting himself some years ago. Bad augs.

>Luckily for him, they managed to save him, and luckily for them, Scrap-Monkey was good with working parts.

>The door to the cyborg repair hissed open, and Torij stepped inside.

>”How's the cleanin' lady?” He asked.

>”Never seen this kind before.” Scrap-Monkey said honestly. “Aint no like the Valk.”

>Torij looked over the android on the table, then at the data scrolling across Scrap-Monkey's screen.

>”Lookie this.” Scrap-Monkey pointed the screen. “What'that look like to you?”

>Torij narrowed his eyes, then leaned back in surprise. “That'a heart?”

>”Didn't know if it was real er not.” Scrap-Monkey shook his head. “That aint no synthetic.”

>”What is she, some kind of gear head?” Torij asked.

>”No-no.” Scrap-Monkey continued. “She an android alright. Aint no cybernetics workin' like that, Slicker tech or not.”

>Torij's eyes narrowed when he came to the realization. “She one of them machine-folk.”

>”What, you reckon?” Scrap-Monkey asked.

>”Bet you a million scrap…”

>”Fuck me, that's new.” Scrap-Monkey scratched his head. “That might explain this.”

>”Explain what?”

>”She got some kind of back-up. Like an emergency protocol, she can switch out of er thinkin.”

>”Switch out?”

>”Yeah, like, she got two modes. She got a maid mode and a…uh. Her, mode.”

>He pointed at the screen with his metal manipulators. “She in her standy-by mode right now. But I think I can turn her regular mode back on.”

>”You know how?” Torij asked.

>”Fuck no, aint never seen one o'these “Arda” units before. I only know how to work with Valk.”

>”So what now?” Torij asked.

>”Guess give her back to yer buddy. I could probably go huntin for some blueprints next time I get the chance.”

>Torij looked over the android one more time. “You aint the cleanin' lady. You're his lady-friend, aint you?”

>The comm unit beeped to life and a voice came over.

>”Torij, yer Slicker buddy is wakin up. Come over and give him the run-down.”

>Torij sighed and turned back to Scrap-Monkey. “Look after her till the Slicker is back in workin order.”

>”Gottit.”

>six Months Later.

>Twenty four miles away from the Settlement known as Bunker.

>The dirt kicked up under your boots.

>The exo-skeleton took months to get back into working order.

>Before then you were hunting on boot alone.

>Not something you were fond of, but at least they gave you a spiker back then.

>Now you had pile-drivers.

>It could pierce most armor no problem.

>And this mud worm wasn't going down without a fight.

>Twenty meters in length, rough hide, three rows of sharp teeth, mean as a mother fucker.

>But good eating.

>You ran at full speed, getting to almost 80 mph.

>The mud worm was slightly slower than that, just enough for you to catch up.

>it was heading into a narrow gorge.

>perfect for you.

>Now in sprint, you ran up the side of the gorge, getting a height advantage on the fleeing worm.

>With pile drivers in both hand, you leaped over it.

>And with the augmented strength of the exo-suit, you jammed both into its hide.

>The worm screamed a second before the pile drivers punched in and discharged their pay-load.

>You had to leap away, but were still covered in the gore on the way down.

>”Eugh…” you complained, wiping the blood from your face.

>”Nice fuckin' catch!” Torij complimented as he landed to the ground beside you. “Fucker must be a few tons worth of meat.”

>”Could do without the mess, though.” You complained.

>”Mark of glory, buddy.” Torij laughed and patted you on the back. “Means you're 'ard now.”

>”I already killed four of these things.” You told him. “Why am I “'ard” now?”

>”Well you never pile-fucked one.”

>”I wish you didn't call it that.”

>Torij laughed again. “Head on home, the victor don't gotta scrap the meat.”

>”Right, I think I'll do that.” You smiled. “Could use a hot shower…”

>”Take it easy.” Torij waved you off. “See'ya tomorrow.”

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c8bd5e No.341489

>>341488

>Meanwhile.

>Abigail stood near the entrance, her hands locked together.

>Her programming demanded a maid's dress. But it wasn't available.

>Master presented her with some clothing that would have to suffice.

>She stood patiently, waiting for her master to return.

>Then there was a knock on the door.

>”Oh?” She asked. “Who's there.”

>”Ey uh, It's Scrap-Monkey.” The man on the other side said.

>Oh, its one of the Master's acquaintances!

>”One moment, please!” Abigail told him.

>She opened the door and let the man inside.

>He brushed himself off and put a strange bag on the ground.

>”How're you doing?” He asked.

>”I am functioning at peak capacity!” Abigail told him. “Now I wait for Master to come home.”

>”Hm.” Scrap-Monkey rummaged through his bag until he drew a short prod, roughly the size of a screw driver.

>”Oh? What is that for?” Abigail asked.

>”This might sting a bit.” He told her.

>Scrap-Monkey suddenly jabbed Abigail in the arm.

>She froze and her eyes closed, standing completely still.

>Scrap-Monkey then drew his lap top and attached a scanner to it.

>He took Abigail's hand and placed the fingers on the scanner.

>”Better be fuckin' grateful.” Scrap-Monkey complained. “Cost me half my damn tools.”

>He began to type on his keyboard, only looking up to make sure Abigail hasn't moved.

>”Right…Auxiliary memory…” he mumbled, switching it off. “Primary…—…”

>It took a few minutes, but after some time he took Abigail's hand away from the scanner and closed his lap top.

>He looked back one more time, but he left without saying a word.

>Scrap-Monkey at first wanted to wait around for a thank you or some kind of reward.

>To be showered with praise.

>But he had a change of heart.

>He felt like he was doing the right thing.

>Abigail's eyes slowly opened.

>She blinked and shook her head.

>Where was she?

>The last thing she remembered was the giant pressing a button on his wrist.

>And then it all went black…

>She was…In some kind of home.

>It didn't look like a city home.

>It was very quaint, kept clean, certainly.

>But everything in it was old. Ancient technology, nothing she was truly familiar with.

>She called out your name, but got no answer.

>She was scared, but continued to look around.

>What if she was found by someone else?

>Re-purposed to be someone else' maid?

>Tears welled in her eyes, she felt the fear constrict her chest.

>But she would find you… One way or another.

>The door suddenly opened and someone stepped inside.

>Abigail's ear's jumped and her tail straightened. She didn't want to have to hurt anybody.

>”Abby, I'm home.”

>She heard a familiar voice, and her ears lowered against her head.

>”Where is she?” You asked.

>She's usually waiting for you to get back.

>You sighed and unlocked your exo-suit.

>That's going to take a bit to clean…

>You sighed and stepped into the living room.

>Was she cleaning again?

>Then, you heard her step from around the corner.

>Ah, there she is.

>She said your name.

>…

>Not “Welcome home, Master!”

>But your actual name.

>Slowly, you turned around, your eyes wide.

>Abigail stood up at the entrance to the living room. Her hand against her chest.

>You were frozen in place, didn't know how to process this.

>”…Abigail?” You finally said.

>Tears flowed freely from Abigail's eyes, and she ran to you.

>You met her have way and embraced her.

>Holding her close, your eyes soon began to tear up as well.

>” I was so scared…” She said, holding you tight. “I thought something happened to you.”

>You pushed her away gently, and the two of you kissed.

>You held for quite some time, before finally releasing the lock on each others' lips.

>The two of you looked at one another again, and you couldn't help but laugh.

>She laughed as well, and put her hands on your wrists.

>The two of you pressed your foreheads gently together, and you finally said something to her that wasn't just her name.

“…Welcome home, Abby.”

>You could never return to the city.

>You didn't want to.

>But you didn't know if this was the life for you either.

>Maybe one day, you could escape the planet, and find a new home.

>But for now, you weren't alone.

>Abigail was with you again.

>And that's all that really mattered…

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3c0568 No.341495

File: 740ebe4d54a71e9⋯.jpg (149.4 KB,850x1044,425:522,740.jpg)

>>341489

You made me look silly but in a good way

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b0b275 No.341496

>>341489

mang

my brotha

this some fine writefaggotry, thanks for keeping up with it dode. you done a damn good job

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5da68a No.341522

>>341489

Good show, anon. The story was fantastic.

Do you have plans for anymore stories? I think you'd do great with a CYOA story here.

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c8bd5e No.341528

File: b77490942d52239⋯.jpg (114.81 KB,1024x575,1024:575,1444506510435.jpg)

>>341522

I'll be writing more, definitely. Though I doubt the next few stories will be as serious or 50 pages long like this one was.

Probably just some goofy smut and maybe a romance story I had in my head. But right now I don't really have any ideas for another longer, more serious story like this one.

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31a1f5 No.341570

>>341528

I read the first two of these stories while waiting for a doctor's appointment and I loved them. I would love to see you do a story out of greentext format though. Some of these are quite long for that purpose!

Still, I need to read the rest. Really liked the cheshire story and I usually don't like Cheshire stories, Keep up the good work!

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be2887 No.341609

>>341489

damn fine job. Do you have a pastebin?

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af8b57 No.341617

>>341489

Well done again, anon

>>341528

>A pilot of a galactic navy crash lands on a strange world where monsters keep humans as quasi-pets.

How about this one?

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1438ba No.341640

>>341528

We seem to be lacking a number of lizardgirl stories, care to contribute? I have a couple prompts for you if you’re interested

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c8bd5e No.341665

File: af1c1705b63dafe⋯.png (126.81 KB,227x215,227:215,1401125629745.png)

>>341640

lay em on me.

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bf8ced No.341666

>>341528

>Cybernetic soldier ends up in monster girl universe, meets gremlin, hilarity ensues.

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7e7d91 No.341683

>>341665

I've got one, hows about a Liz who tries to romance a meathead of a man? Like caveman-esque stupidity but ridiculous aptitude for combat. Additionally, is a big softy who really doesn't want to fight the girl and just wants to get along. Lizardgirl could also be tsundere for further anime misunderstandings.

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5da68a No.341701

File: ac42cf9126ce968⋯.jpg (48.22 KB,600x315,40:21,28534056_10156179700718524….jpg)

>>341683

>anime misunderstandings?

The choice is clear.

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c8bd5e No.341740

File: dab3204a87c6bd9⋯.jpg (309.32 KB,1024x996,256:249,1436987460117.jpg)

>>341666

>>341683

>>341617

I'll add them to the list. I'm just going to write whatever for a bit to blow off some steam.

>>341570

Sometimes I just feel like wasting everyone's time and cutting all of my paragraphs into simple green texts.

Though I should probably step up my game and stop being a lazy sack of shit sooner or later.

Right now though, I don't know what I'm going to do. Either something with vampires or something with badger girls.

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f06ea1 No.341814

File: 0c0b9740159398c⋯.png (107.93 KB,198x201,66:67,wf151_002.png)

>>341683

>hows about a Liz who tries to romance a meathead of a man? Like caveman-esque stupidity

I think that would go something like this

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5d4f56 No.341816

>>341740

We dont have a lot of stories about badger girls really. At the least you'd be doing something different.

whats with the gender bender and namefagging?

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c8bd5e No.343078

>>341816

Just trying something new. Don't worry, I'm not a fan of attention.

What, you don't like hobbits?

I'm also like, writing four or so different stories now, so bear with me here.

>You quit your job today.

>Dumped your girlfriend.

>Cleaned out anything valuable from your apartment.

>All that's left is you and your Van.

>You don't care.

>It was too much.

>Way too much.

>The screaming from your boss, your girlfriend constantly starting fights.

>Threats of “Getting your fucking ass kicked” by one of her siblings or some chump that wants to fuck her.

>Everything was dull. And if it wasn't dull it was loud and stressful.

>You had your pistol in your hand the other day and almost put an end to it.

>That's when you knew it was time for a change.

>A completely new place, a new way to live.

>Or at least die trying.

>With everything you wanted packed away, you took one last look into your wallet and the picture of you and your old man fishing.

>You smiled and started the engine…

>You went into Georgia from Florida at 6:00 in the morning.

>You had not direction and took roads at random.

>It didn't matter where you ended up. You had enough money for gas as well as room and board.

>It took six hours to get to Atlanta.

>Then another three to get to Charlotte.

>It was on day two, when you entered West Virginia.

>The road was surprisingly empty.

>You only past about two trucks and a van going down the road.

>But something caught your eye.

>Your furrowed a brow when you noticed something smoking a little distance from the road.

>upon further inspection, you noticed it was a motorbike.

>You stopped on the side of the road. If it was smoking then it must have it been recent.

>You stepped out of the car and approached the bike.

>You expected the worst and your heart pumped at the idea of finding a body.

>Did nobody else see the bike?

>You reached the bike and noticed nobody was there.

>Maybe they were flung, or crawled away?

>”Hello?” You called out, looking around again.

>You inspected the area for a bit, going further into the bush to look around.

>Nothing. Not even torn clothing or stains of blood.

>Stepping away, you decided to return to your Van.

>Better just call the police and let them handle the situation…

>You returned to your Van and reached for your phone.

>As you were about to put in the number, you noticed something off.

>The wallet you left in your glove department was gone…

>”What the fuck!?” You called out, checking everywhere.

>Maybe you dropped it?

>You looked under the seats, in the back, near the bed you set up.

>”Fuck!” You shouted, slamming your first on the back of the driver seat. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

>You leaned against the seat and rested your forehead against your arm.

>That wallet had the one thing you really wanted to hold on to…

>You sighed and wiped your face.

>Fuck it, no reason to turn around anyway.

>May as well see how far the van gets you and then go from there…

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c8bd5e No.343079

>>343078

>You drove for about 20 minutes.

>Someone was on the side of the road, walking in the direction you were travelling.

>It was a girl. Was she out here alone?

>She was about your age, give or take a few years.

>Wearing a brown coat.

>You didn't notice the tail swinging behind her at first.

>Or the round, furry ears.

>It took you a moment to process that she was a Mamono.

>You got a good look at her.

>Wild, hazelnut hair with part of it pulled back into a pony tail.

>Her eyes were large and amber, and some kind of markings on her cheeks reminiscent of slash marks or claw marks.

>A Kakuen, from what you could tell. You've only ever seen them in books and on the news.

>A monkey-like Mamono, though much more human looking than monkey.

>They were supposed to be very strong.

>But you've never actually seen one all the way out here, they're usually far east or at least in eastern United States.

>You couldn't help but watch her as you passed.

>And then noticed what was in her hand.

>Your eyes widened as you saw her rummaging through a brown wallet with a black patch sewn into it.

>You could see the imprint of your name on it, and quickly you slid on to the side of the road.

>The Kakuen jumped as your Van's tires slid to a stop in front of her.

>And you stepped out a second later, marching towards her.

>She had already hidden her hands behind her back as you began to shout.

>”Give that back!” You demanded. “Right now!”

>”Give what back?” She asked in return.

>”Don't you fuck with me…” You told her. “That wallet is mine! Hand it over!”

>You knew Mamono were fast, but not that fast.

>Considering she made a 20 minute gap between you and your car after the theft.

>Maybe the bike was hers as well, some kind of trap.

>She seemed confident in herself, keeping her distance from you, unwilling to cooperate.

>”Now!” You shouted.

>She suddenly changed her attitude and pulled her hands around.

>”Okay, fine, here!” She told you.

>She threw the wallet between the two of you.

>Not taking your eyes off her, you crouched down and picked the wallet up, putting it in your pocket.

>You watched her as you returned to your vehicle, before finally turning around, getting back into the driver seat, and then speeding off.

>You took a deep breath.

>You were way too emotional.

>But it was all you had left.

>You looked in the wallet.

>The picture of you and your dad were still there.

>She changed her attitude real quick back there.

>You thought back on it.

>And only now realized that you put your hand on your gun.

>You swore and banged your hand against the steering wheel.

>Too far.

>Way, way too far.

>You pulled over after gaining a good amount of distance and leaned against the steering wheel.

>”Calm down…” You told yourself.

>It all just came out at once.

>The wallet was just the last straw.

>You couldn't afford to have a meltdown like that again.

>Calm down, take it easy…

>After a few deep breaths, you were ready to drive again…

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c8bd5e No.343080

>>343079

>You spent the night sleeping at a rest stop.

>You were the only one there.

>Only the chirping of insects and the sounds of nightlife kept you company.

>In the morning, you brushed your teeth and cleaned as best you could before hitting the road again.

>Maybe time to make a pit stop at the next gas station and refill on supplies.

>Ten minutes into your drive, you noticed someone on the side of the road.

>Your heart sank when you realized it was the same girl from yesterday.

>She held her thumb out for the car in front of her, but was ignored.

>She was hitchhiking now?

>Maybe she was always hitchhiking.

>You don't know why.

>Maybe it was guilt, or just wanting to make things right.

>Or maybe you were just a naive idiot.

>But you pulled over anyway.

>You rolled down the window.

>”Hey.” You greeted.

>”Hey.” She responded cautiously.

>”…You need a ride?” You finally asked.

>She seemed apprehensive at first, weighing her options.

>But she finally accepted your offer and entered through the passenger door.

>You waited for her to get seated before you continued on the road.

>You stayed quiet until you got moving properly.

>Then you realized you should probably ask some questions.

>”Hey so uh-”

>You turned to her and realized she was undressing.

>She was taking off her coat.

>You didn't think much of it, maybe she was just hot.

>Until she took off her sweater as well. Revealing her rather impressive bust under the white tank top.

>”What are you doing?” You asked.

>She stopped and then looked at you.

>”We're going to have sex, aren't we?” She asked.

>You had to double take.

>”What?”

>”Well, no one gets a ride for free, right? And I don't really have money…”

>You had to give her a look over before you shook your head.

>”Put your clothes back on.” You ordered her.

>Dejectedly, the girl put her sweater back on and leaned back in her seat.

>The ride was silent and awkward.

>You should probably ask her some necessary questions.

>”So whats your name?” You asked.

>”Yuna…” She responded quietly.

>”Yuna, huh?” You asked, then gave her your name.

>”Where are you heading, Yuna?” You asked.

>”Alaska.” She responded.

>”Alaska!?” You couldn't believe what she just said.

>”Something I need to do there.” She explained. “What about you?”

>”I don't know yet.” You said honestly. “Wherever I decide to stop, I guess.”

>You looked ahead, watching the signs for any kind of pit stop.

>”I'm…” Yuna muttered. “Sorry about stealing your wallet…”

>You kept looking on ahead. “Was that your bike?”

>”It was.” She confirmed with a nod.

>”So what happened to it?”

>”It just broke down.” Yuna explained.

>”And you were just going to walk?”

>”Well, going back wasn't really an option.”

>”What happened?”

>”I…” She paused. “I don't want to talk about it.”

>”Not my business then.” You shrugged. “Though, I would have preferred if you didn't steal my wallet.”

>”I needed money for a bus.”

>”So you were stealing wallets?”

>”Well what else was I supposed to do!?”

>”I don't know.” You replied. “You were willing to have sex with me a minute ago.”

>Yuna shut up instantly and looked away, her face scarlet with shame.

>You rubbed your forehead.

>”Next pit stop I can get you a cab into the city.” You told her. “But from there you're on your own.”

>”Fine…” She said, crossing her arms.

>You were on a trip, but you had no intention of going up through Canada and into Alaska.

>That was way too far…

>…Right?

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c8bd5e No.343081

>>343080

>”So where you folks heading?” The attendant asked.

>”Folks?”

>He nodded to Yuna, outside and on the pay phone. “The lil' lady aint with you?”

>”I just gave her a ride.” You told him.

>”Ah, I see…”

>You looked outside and watched her talk on the phone.

>She had enough money to get back into town.

>But from there she was on her own…

>You've heard stories.

>About things people had to do just to survive.

>Especially mamono outside of the usual zones…

>You brushed your hair in between your fingers and then groaned loudly.

>”Fine…” you told yourself.

>You left the Gas Station with two bags, mostly filled with drinks and snacks.

>”Hey.” You called out to Yuna.

>She looked up as she hung up the phone.

>”Come on, we're going.”

>Yuna looked surprised, she looked left, then right, and finally followed you.

>As soon as she sat down in the passenger seat, you addressed her again.

>”Ground rules.” You said. “I'm going to take you to where you need to go-”

>”Really!?” She asked excitedly.

>”—buuuuuttt.” You stopped her. “You're going to put up with my stops.”

>”Your stops?” She asked.

>”I will stop at landmarks, I will stop at attractions, I will stop at festivals, and I will stop at literally anything that interests me on our way to Alaska. There will be detours, and there will be distractions. Are you going to be able to tolerate that?”

>Yuna looked around like she was thinking about it. She then looked back at you.

>”I guess?” She said.

>”Good.” You nodded, turning the keys. “Then lets go.”

>”What about the taxi I ordered?”

>”Fuck em.”

>With that, you were back on the road.

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cc0e9a No.343138

>>343081

Roadtrip! Man, I'm already excited. I actually lost sight of this thread, wanted to post a very relevant gif, but being the fucking idiot that I am, I couldn't find it. Now it's feelgood time, like in the old movies.

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15c271 No.343169

>>343081

>comfy roadtrip shenanigans on the way to alaska

I like this

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5687ce No.343220

>>343081

i like it

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eba4bc No.344204

File: e1bc684ce72cedb⋯.jpg (606.38 KB,2250x3000,3:4,top tier.jpg)

>>343081

whoopee!

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c8bd5e No.344509

>>343081

>You always liked the country road.

>City life never suited you.

>But you had to go where the money was.

>Sparse traffic and pleasant scenery.

>Yuna was in the back.

>You gave her permission to use your bed.

>She slept like a rock.

>No bump in the road or loud noise was enough to wake her.

>She kind of snored, but not really.

>She eventually got up.

>You heard her yawn and sit up in the back.

>”Feeling better?” You asked.

>”A lil…” She replied before joining you in the front.

>”Thanks for letting me use your bed.” She said.

>”Don't mention it, I wouldn't want to sleep sitting in a seat all the time either…”

>”Aren't you tired?” She asked.

>”Not really.” You said. “I got enough sleep this morning, you were probably walking for a few hours.”

>”I can run pretty fast.” Yuna commented, stretching. “But not for very long.”

>As she stretched, you noticed a loud noise escaping her.

>She turned red as her stomach growled loudly, and she quickly put a hand on her stomach.

>”Hungry?”

>”You could say that…”

>”I bought some things at the gas station.” You explained. “But I wouldn't really consider them a meal.”

>Yuna looked off to the side, she noticed a sign on the side of the road.

>”Marley's BBQ.” It read. “Take our steak challenge and eat for free!”

>Yuna raised a brow. “I have an idea…”

>”Hm?”

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c8bd5e No.344510

>“Hey there, welcome to Marley's!” The lamia with the cowboy hat greeted you at your seats.

>The both of you returned the greeting as she handed you your menus.

>”Can I get you folks anythin' to drink?” She asked.

>You ordered a local brew while Yuna got a Cola.

>The Lamia slithered off to get your drinks while you decided what to order.

>”Go ham.” Yuna told you. “The meal's on me.”

>”On you?” You asked.

>Yuna grinned and waited for the waitress to return.

>You shrugged and took her up on her offer.

>A nice steak and lobster combo.

>She returned with your drinks. “Now what can I get you?”

>”I'll have the steak and lobster.” You told her.

>”Good choice.” She smiled. “And you?”

>”I'll take the steak challenge.”

>Right after Yuna said that, the waitress drew a bell from her apron and began to shake it wildly.

>Soon, the chef in the back went crazy on another bell against a wall near the kitchen entrance.

>”We got a live one!” The waitress shouted. “Ready up the big monster!”

>The rest of the restaurant cheered, you think you saw a man throw his hat into the air.

>”Now the steak will need 2 hours to prepare medium rare, is that alright?”

>”That's fine.”

>”And would you like to be served with the monster or do you want your meal earlier?” She asked you.

>”Uh…” You paused. “I guess I can wait.”

>The two of you waited, Yuna seemed very eager.

>”Can you actually handle this?” You asked.

>”I hope.” She said. “Otherwise I'm out of money.”

>”You hope?” You raised a brow.

>”Well I'm really hungry.” She admitted. “And I can eat a lot.”

>Yuna smiled and pumped her arm. “Don't worry, I'll get through it no problem!”

>The two of you made awkward small talk for some time until your meals finally arrived.

>Your food was brought first.

>Then Yuna's was brought by two people.

>A massive plate with one giant steak in the center, surrounded by onion rings, fries, and mushrooms.

>”160 ounce steak, medium rare. You have one hour to finish the steak.” The waitress explains. “You're not allowed to get help, the sides aren't required for the finish, but feel free to fill up on them anyway.”

>The waitress stepped back. “Begin!”

>Yuna took the fork and knife in hand and breathed deeply.

>As you ate your food, she began to cut into hers.

>You didn't believe she could even fit the slice she cut into her mouth, let alone chew it.

>You watched as she opened her mouth, and you had to freeze.

>Your eyes widened.

>Not really at the size of the portion, but her maw itself.

>Gnarly, primal looking teeth, with large fangs and menacing looking front set.

>You felt like she could bite your arm off if she really felt like it.

>Yuna put the food in her mouth and began to chew with little trouble.

>You looked away and left her to it, trying to enjoy your meal instead of watching the carnal fury unfold in front of you…

>Yuna sat happily in the passenger seat.

>Like she promised, neither of you had to pay a cent.

>She sighed contently and leaned against the window.

>”See, I told you.” She gloated.

>”I shouldn't be surprised.” You sighed.

>”You looked like you were having trouble with your food.” She told you.

>”More like I couldn't focus while you were destroying that steak. “

>”I don't think they ever met a Kakuen before.” Yuna mentioned.

>”I know they don't let hellhounds or werewolves compete in those usually.”

>”You can't compare me to them…” Yuna pouted. “They could probably tear through that steak in a few seconds.”

>”I'm pretty sure you would have as well if you didn't have to be civil about it.”

>”What's that supposed to mean!?”

>You tried to ignore her pestering.

>better just focus on the road before you make things worse…

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25b8f3 No.344515

>>344510

Good shit anon.

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c8bd5e No.345898

File: 220ec953b96eccb⋯.jpg (40.22 KB,640x480,4:3,1143041.jpg)

See I wanted to do this story so I can update more often with more casual stuff, but then I kept getting side tracked by other stupid shit that doesn't even really concern me.

Expect smaller, but more frequent updates, hopefully.

Fuck, I hope.

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eba4bc No.345904

File: 52e9e262ced6d39⋯.gif (79.45 KB,500x365,100:73,spinning cat.gif)

>>345898

I can wait. Just remember: a small deviation now is a large deviation later.

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c8bd5e No.346175

>>344510

>You entered Maryland by nightfall.

>Your eyes were beginning to get sandy, and it was hard to focus.

>”You okay?” Yuna asked.

>”Just a bit tired.” You admitted.

>”Do you want to pull over for a bit?”

>”And what are you going to do?” You ask.

>”What's that supposed to mean?”

>”I mean, are you going to sleep in the seat or what?”

>”Well, I'm kind of tired as well…” She admitted.

>Yuna rubbed her chin like she was pondering.

>”We'll crisscross!” She decided.

>”Crisscross?” You asked.

>”Yeah like, you take one end, and I'll take the other.” She explained.

>”What are you, nine?”

>”You got a better idea?”

>You sighed. “Yeah, you're right.”

>After some time of driving, you found a place to pull over for the night.

>With no flashlight, you rummaged around in the dark.

>One time you opened the door to get some light, but quickly closed it before all the cold could get in.

>You usually liked sleeping with two blankets, but you could probably settle with one for awhile.

>”You're taking the left side?” Yuna asked.

>”Yeah, this is mine.” You told her.

>She agreed and scurried to the other end, taking the right side of the mattress.

>Finally, you hunkered down and tucked in.

>Sleeping in everyday wear was uncomfortable, but whatever…

>With a big sigh, you put your arm under your pillow to support your head.

>”Good night…” Yuna whispered to you.

>”Yeah.” You said back. “Night…”

>The night was…Different.

>You lied there. Awake.

>Your eyebrows were furled.

>You didn't know what to do.

>Do you wake her?

>Is it something she can even control.

>Either way, her tail had found its way up your shirt.

>You felt it against the bare skin of your back.

>You began to fidget as it brushed back and forth.

>You could hear Yuna's soft breaths, she was definitely asleep.

>Does this thing have a mind of it's own?

>The tail began to pull away from your back much to your relief.

>But it then began to brush your leg.

>You tried to move around, get it away from you to no avail.

>It moved up your leg and briefly touched your behind, sending a chill up your spine.

>You felt it wrap around your leg, and squeeze tightly.

>Not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to be noticable.

>There really wasn't anywhere for you to move.

>The matress already took up much of the back, so you couldn't really get away from it.

>It was better to just…Accept your new bed mate.

>Yuna didn't seem to mind anyway.

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c8bd5e No.346176

>>346175

>You woke up at around 6:00.

>You always found it hard to sleep in when you weren't in an actual bed.

>Sitting up, you stretched and yawned.

>The idea was to let Yuna sleep, but she sat up soon after you.

>”Morni-” You went to say, but stopped yourself.

>You couldn't help but stare.

>You hadn't noticed the night, but Yuna did strip down to her unders.

>She rubbed her eye and mumbled.

>While you happened to get a good look at her chest.

>You gulped the lump down in your throat, it was hard to notice in her usually modest clothing, and you had only gotten a glimpse before.

>But Yuna had a pretty nice body.

>Don't think about it, this isn't what the trip is about.

>No ulterior motives, you awful, horrible person.

>”Mownin'…” She greets you with a loud yawn.

>”M-…Morning.” You greet her back.”

>”Whats the plan?” She asks.

>”We should get back on the road soon.” You tell her.

>”No bweakfast?” She pouted.

>”Eat something from the bag.” You tell her. “No idea when the next pit stop is going to be anyway… Besides, there's something I want to visit…”

>”Oh?” She asked, curious.

>Lugar hill was once very important to the settlers of the area.

>Getting to the top was kind of a hassle, with the mud and all, but you managed to get there.

>Yuna stood beside you as you examined the totem that was placed atop it.

>”Whats this?” She asked.

>”A totem built and blessed by a local holy man.” You explained.

>”What was it for?”

>”Back then?” You continued. “It was said that it would ward off monsters so they wouldn't enter the settlement and kidnap men and boys.”

>”Oh.” She said, looking it over.

>”Is it working?” You asked.

>”Not really.” She shook her head. “I know there's something like this in Nevada that actually works.”

>”Maybe the guy who set it up there was a better holy man?” You asked.

>”I dunno.” She shrugged. “I know the settlers built it, though.”

>You reached into your pocket and drew your camera. “Wanna pose with the totem?”

>Yuna looked at you with a big grin. “Sure!”

>Yuna skipped to the totem and turned to face you.

>She gave you a big, tooth smile and flashed two of her fingers.

>You snapped the picture and checked it to make sure nothing was wrong.

>”Lemme see!” Yuna demanded, trying to peak at the camera's screen.

>”No, not for you.” You teased. “These are for me.”

>”You can't do that!” She huffed. “I'm in the picture, I should at least be able to see!”

>”Fine.” You relented and let her look.

>”Lookin' good!” She complimented herself.

>You scrunched your nose as she got close.

>Yuna did the same.

>”When was the last time you showered?” You asked.

>”Yeah was going to ask you the same thing.”

>You pulled on your shirt and sniffed.

>Oh, that's bad.

>”Maybe…Maybe its time we found a place…”

>”Y-yeah…”

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eba4bc No.346602

>>346175

oh my. Keep up the good work, my man.

Bumping because nobody seems to have noticed the update.

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04f524 No.347128

>>320908

>>That ambition, the desire to 'win' had suddenly vanished, replaced by a sense of guilt.

Oh, boo-fucking-hoo. He took the virginity of a creature that was about to start a fucking race war by ways of aggressive take-over, unwilling transformation, rape, mind-control, and kidnapping; what a terrible person this human is. Clearly, she's not the monster; HE is.

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c8bd5e No.347139

>>346176

>That afternoon, you found a rather nice looking hotel on the side of a highway.

>You were in Pennsylvania now, near the old town of Hugensville.

>It was said to be one of the first towns to accept trading from the monster folk that lived around those parts.

>And it was obvious, considering how many Mamono you saw walking around.

>You went through the main entrance, and was greeted by a werewolf at the main desk.

>”Good afternoon and welcome.” She said with a bow. “Will you be staying the night?”

>”Just the night, yeah.” You tell her.

>”Oh?” The werewolf covered her mouth. “So a one bed then?”

>”I—uh.” You stammered.

>”Two!” Yuna spoke up for you. “Uh…Two beds, please.”

>The werewolf seemed both surprised and disappointed.

>”alright then…” She began to type into the laptop on the desk. “How does the third floor sound?”

>”Sounds good to me.” You agreed.

>You did the mandatory payments and paper work before you were given a key.

>”Room 314, on your left.” She told you with a smile.

>You said your thanks, and the two of you made your way up the stairs.

>Yuna exited the shower with a loud sigh.

>She was still drying her hair as she sat down on her bed.

>”Much better…” She said contently.

>She was wearing a new t-shirt as well as a pair of pajama pants.

>Yuna stretched and sat back in the bed, kicking her feet up.

>”Well we don't smell like corpses anymore.” You sighed and leaned back in your bed.

>You looked at Yuna, who had her eyes closed.

>She wasn't asleep yet, you could tell.

>You felt like bothering her for awhile.

>”So.” You started. “Feeling like opening up a little?”

>”What do you mean?” Yuna asked.

>” I mean, I'm driving you all the way out to Alaska, least you could do is tell me the reason.”

>Yuna opened her eyes.

>She seemed lost in thought, like she was weighing her options.

>”Well…” She pursed her lips. “I kind of got in a bit of trouble…”

>”Oh?”

>”There was a pretty big family where I came from.” She explained. “They practically controlled the town. They didn't really need money, but I knew that the parents always had their kids get jobs to build characte…And the oldest-…”

>You knew where this was going.

>”He kind of had a thing for me, but he wasn't really my type.” Yuna continued. “We worked together at a coffee place, and he would always come on to me. But one day he got kinda grabby and…Well. I panicked.”

>”You panicked?” You inquired.

>”As in I kind of…Accidentally kicked him through the store window.”

>”Ouch.” You snorted. “So you're skipping town to avoid the cops?”

>”They're in their pockets.” She confirmed.

>”Still, Alaska's kind of far for just dodging the cops.” You told her. “Why Alaska?”

>”My family owns property in Alaska. Its just a little cabin, but I feel like I can restart…” Yuna looked away. “Its not like anyone liked me there anyway…”

>She sighed and wiped her face before turning back to you. “What about you?”

>You shrugged. “Shit hit the fan, I guess.”

>”You can't just tell me that and not go into details.” Yuna pouted.

>You took a deep breath and nodded.

>”Everything just went sour at once. Landlord started hounding me for more money, my ex-girlfriend was cheating on me as well as trying to get me whacked. It was just 24/7 of shouting, or some chump picking a fight or someone trying to bleed me for money. It was too much, and I don't really have any family out here, so I got my boss to lay me off, I got my E.I., and I fucked off.”

>”…That man in the picture.” Yuna asked. “Is that…Your dad?”

>”Dad looked after me the best he could after my mom left.” You explained honestly. “He did his best to raise me right. So when he…”

>”Oh…” Yuna made the sudden realization. “I'm…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-”

>”No, its fine.” You stopped her. “He wouldn't want me to sit around in some shit apartment waiting to die anyway.”

>”Are you…Okay with this?” Yuna asked. “You don't seem to mind spending money on me…You barely know me and you haven't really asked for anything in return.”

>”I got enough saved up.” You assured her. “Its what happens when you refuse to give your girlfriend your bank info. Plus the money I have coming in for the next few months, I'll manage.”

>”So whats your plan when we get to Alaska?” She asked.

>”Who knows, maybe I'll steal your cabin from you!” You teased her.

>”I think I can make room for you.” She shot back. “We'll have to share a bed, though.”

>”I'll think about it.” You laughed.

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c8bd5e No.347140

>>347139

>Yuna smiled and pressed against her pillow. “Well give it some thought…”

>It felt better to sleep in a bed to yourself.

>No tail running up your spine.

>You rolled around and turned to Yuna.

>She was fast asleep, the moonlight grazing against her face.

>You couldn't help but look at her

>Mamono were on a whole new level of beautiful.

>You knew a few back in school, but you never really took notice.

>You had to stop yourself from smiling.

>You turned back over, and went to sleep.

>Ohio state.

>You were on the road for some time now.

>Only stopping to get gas before continuing.

>Yuna looked like she wanted to ask you something.

>Looking back at you every few moments.

>”If you're gonna say something then just say it.” You tell her.

>She dragged fangs across her lip before finally finding the courage to ask.

>”So…” She started.

>”So.”

>”Can we stop for ice cream?”

>”What?”

>Yuna seemed to get excited. “I know a place not far from here!”

>”Okay?” You shrug. “Why is it so important.”

>”I had ice cream from there when I was a kid, it was the best ice cream I ever had!”

>”What are you, 10?” You asked.

>”Come on, I promise you'll love it!” She was practically begging.

>You sighed. “Alright, fine. Do you remember where it is?”

>She nodded. “Yeah, exactly!”

>You stood outside the abandoned building with your hands in your pockets.

>”Ol'pops Ice cream and shakes!” It read it big, rusty font.

>The sign of the cartoon man with the apron and the twirly mustache had lost most of its paint, and what was left was chipping away.

>This place had been closed for years now…

>Yuna stood beside you.

>You could see the crushed emotions in her eyes.

>”What happened?” She asked.

>”Must have just gone under.” You said.

>You took a closer look, making sure that they didn't just move locations or something.

>”But it was so good…” Yuna bemoaned.

>”Well…Nothing lasts forever.”

>You looked to Yuna. She looked like a little girl about to cry.

>”Come on.” You rustle her shoulder. “Lets get out of here.”

>You went to a store afterwards.

>Your bags were filled with ice cream and milk.

>You never made a milkshake before, but you had a good idea on how they were made.

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c8bd5e No.347141

>Ice cream and milk, right?

>You used the blender you had brought with you to mix it all together and then pour it into two large mugs.

>Plus the straws you bought with the ice cream and milk.

>”Here.” You handed it to her before sitting down on your bed.

>Yuna put her lips around the straw and began to suck.

>She wasn't very happy about the situation, but she accepted the treat.

>”How is it?” You asked.

>”She gulped down the shake and took her lips from the straw. “Not as good as Pop's…”

>”Yeah, I figured.” You laughed.

>”But.” She looked at you and smiled. “Thanks.”

>”Don't mention it.” You said, sitting back on the bed.

>Your journey continued…

>From Ohio you swept into Michigan.

>Here you visited Fort Northward, the fort that stood against the Canadians during the 1914 USA-Canada war.

>The great cannon wall was there still, untouched for the duration of the war.

>You had Yuna pose for the picture before you took it.

>After a day in Michigan, you continued your journey into Indiana.

>Here the settlers had set up another Totem to ward off mamono.

>Yuna couldn't pose for this one, on account that this one actually worked.

>You posed with it instead.

>Yuna and you shared a bed in the van that night, her tail wrapped around your arm and tugged on it a few times before going limp.

>In Illinois you stopped to see the great statue of Illinois. A 30m tall statue that predates even the first nations.

>No one knows who built it, and you're honestly afraid of the answer.

>The statue barely looks human.

>Yuna made a cute pose for the photo, standing on one foot and pumping a fist into the air with a wink and a smile.

>Iowa, sometime later.

>You drove down the country road.

>Taking a gulp from your bottle of water, you look over.

>It was oddly quiet.

>Yuna rested on the open window and watched the farms pass.

>Fields of crops or livestock dotted the space in between barns and homes.

>She sighed contently, and rested her head against her arms.

>You smiled, and looked back on ahead…

>South Dakota, night time.

>The stars twinkled in the skies above, and the moon illuminated for some distance.

>You could almost see for a solid few miles, though it blurred at a distance.

>You parked at a stop overlooking badlands national park.

>There was a crater in one of the cliff sides. Said to have been left there during a battle between a Dragon and a terrifyingly powerful human.

>The story goes that they got married afterwards.

>Must have been like a super hero fight if it left craters like that.

>”We're pretty far away now, huh?” Yuna asked, sitting with her legs outside of the van.

>”From where we started?” You asked. “Yeah, I guess so.”

>”So, where to next?”

>”Well.” You stretched. “The original plan was to go to Nevada. But I think we'd be wasting resources at that point, it'd be easier to head north.”

>”What?” Yuna seemed uneasy at your statement. “But you said you wanted to make a lot of stops. That was the deal.”

>”Yeah well.” You shrugged. “I don't think you want to lug around with me in a van forever, do you?”

>”Well…” Yuna fidgeted. “I don't mind… I mean, its been really fun…”

>You looked at her, then back ahead. “Well…I guess we can take a look around the state. We can probably find some stuff to do before we head north.”

>”Like what?”

>”Oh, there's probably something…”

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25b8f3 No.347296

>>347141

Good shit, this lurker enjoys it.

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cd697f No.348072

>>347296

>>347141

seconding. Really liking the road trip format with history and "history".

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dd8a51 No.348092

>>347141

>more kakuen rode trip

how wonderful. good stuff, man.

why so few readers, though?

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3de51e No.348096

File: 613202ace39fd98⋯.gif (1.7 MB,350x340,35:34,613.gif)

>>348092

These are the mysteries friend, but I know I want more road trip adventures.

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5cc23d No.348103

>>348092

>>348096

I'm lurking.

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27c30f No.348110

>>348103

>lurking

>Posts anyway and needlessly bumps a writefag thread

Fucktard

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3f9382 No.348112

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>>348092

Just lurking, the Kiki story was the best, memecat right after. This roadtrip one is less to my taste but fun nonetheless.

>>348103

>no sage

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5da68a No.348171

>>348092

There's plenty of readers, anon. Though I second the other anon, in that this one isn't as good as some earlier ones. I'm still enjoying it nonetheless.

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5cc23d No.348172

>>348171

I'm liking the comfy slice of life stuff.

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3de51e No.348181

>>348171

The premise is more slice of life, so it ain't gonna be for everyone, and even at that, it still seems kinda early in the story to be sayin that it ain't good. Who knows what could happen, might careen off a cliff or something and they gotta get through a forest to get back to their trip

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8d8fac No.348207

Mostly lurking, don't want to interrupt the flow but I would like to let OP know that I love the roadtrip.

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c8bd5e No.348439

>>347141

>Many things you found the next day weren't all that exciting.

>A theme park owned by a family of Danukis.

>You've heard things about it…

>Other things were national parks that you visited for some time.

>But you didn't stay that long, just took a few pictures and then moved on.

>After being on the road for some time, something caught Yuna's eye.

>”Hey-hey!” She said, tugging on your arm.

>”What?” You asked, looking over at the side of the road.

>There was a sign, a big greeting and a welcome.

>A festival for a nearby town.

>”A music festival?” You asked.

>”We should go!” Yuna recommended with a twinkle in her eye.

>”Really?” You raised a brow. “I didn't take you for a country or bluegrass fan.”

>”It doesn't matter, its something to do!” She told you. “Come on!”

>”Fine.” You shrugged. “Could kill some time anyway.”

>Yuna clapped her hands with an excited “Yay!”

>No idea what this was all about…

>You arrived at the festival some time later.

>It was the first day but people had already gathered.

>You expected an entrance fee, but they just let you in.

>The people in front just seemed to be to keep things in order and made sure no one was misbehaving.

>Yuna was excited.

>Her eyes lit up at the sights and sounds.

>She grabbed you by the hand and pulled you along.

>Between performance artists like jugglers and human statues. Stands selling treats or nick nacks, and people just having fun, she lost herself in it all.

>But she wanted to share the experience with you.

>You looked around and noticed other people out and about with someone who wasn't human.

>Many Holstaurs and minotaurs, but other kinds peppered in between.

>Yuna led you along to the main events.

>Music being played on stage while people sat around and drank or talked with others.

>There was dancing going on in the center, something that caught Yuna's eye.

>She beamed and began to pull harder on your arm.

>”Oh no.” You rejected. “No no no, I am not a dancer.”

>”Come ooonnn.” She complained, grabbing your hand with both of hers. “It'll be fun!”

>You tried to resist her pull, but she did so anyway.

>You forgot how strong mamono could be.

>The dance floor was lively.

>Upbeat country was being played and the people danced around accordingly.

>Lots of spins and twirls and hang swinging.

>You tried your best to join in the best you could.

>At first, you didn't want to leave Yuna out of the dancing she clearly wanted to do.

>But later it became a test for yourself to see if you could actually do it.

>Yuna however, was having the time of her life.

>She spun and danced with you, the smile never leaving her face.

>Her tail would whip around until you told her about it.

>She blushed and wrapped her tail around her waist, before it slapped someone in the face.

>At the end of the song you were panting for air, but you can't say you weren't having fun.

>Yuna smiled and laughed, letting go of your hands.

>A moment later, the lead on the guitar spoke into the mic.

>”This one is for all the couples who decided to come party tonight.”

>He took a step back and motioned to the others.

>The next song then began.

>It was a slower, deeper love song of sorts.

>You looked around and saw that the couples of the dance floor began to slow dance.

>Looking back at Yuna, you noticed something.

>She fidgeted and looked away.

>Her tail uncurled from around herself and she rung it meekly in her hands.

>You couldn't help but smile, and extended your hand to her.

>She peeped up in surprise, but took your hand in hers.

>She stepped in closer, and you did your best to mimic how the others were dancing.

>Yuna's arms around your neck, and your hands at her waist, you began to slowly dance back and forth.

>You occasionally peeked over, making sure you were doing it right.

>A step to the side, and then a turn to the left.

>Slowly, matching the speed of the others around you.

>Yuna was watching her feet, but you could see the blush on her face.

>The song went on for some time, and soon she found the courage to look you in the eyes.

>She was shaky, and her expression was a mix of embarrassment and general delight.

>As the song continued, Yuna stepped in closer and closer to you.

>You didn't notice at first, but once your midsections were touching, she moved in closer.

>You felt her lock around your neck tighten, and she began to step on the tips of her toes to get closer.

>Your eyes widened as her lips moved closer and closer to yours.

>But she stopped as the song ended and the crowed clapped for the band.

>Yuna pushed herself away and looked to the side, her face scarlet.

>”Thank you…” She said quietly before rushing off the dance floor.

>You had to take a second to regain yourself.

>Your heart wouldn't stop pounding…

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c8bd5e No.348440

>>348439

>Queen Elizabeth II Highway, Fifteen minutes north from the border.

>Warding is a town that was once used as a staging ground by the Imperial Canadian Army during the Border War of 1914.

>They're not as trigger happy anymore.

>It was actually a nice place, a few of the fortress walls were kept around as a tourist attraction.

>Something caught your eye while driving into town.

>”County Fair!” In big letters being advertised.

>It was going on right now.

>You think you could even see it from where you were.

>”Hey.” You nudged Yuna.

>”H-huh?” Yuna jumped from her seat.

>”Wanna go to a fair?” You asked.

>”O…oh.” She seemed like her mind was on something else. “Yeah… Okay, it sounds like fun.”

>You got to the fair by mid day.

>The area was filled with the sights and sounds of rides, attractions, and people.

>The Ferris wheel blinked with neon lights, catching your eye from the other rides.

>Gravitron, spider legs, suicide spinner, takes you back to when you were a kid…

>”So.” You gently elbow Yuna. “Feel like going on a ride?”

>Yuna looked around, she thought about it.

>”…Maybe not.” She looked at you and smiled. “But I wouldn't mind spending the day here with you anyway.”

>You did just that.

>There was more people watching than anything else.

>You watched some teenager throw up in the corner after going on the suicide spinner.

>They were serving the greasiest burgers you've ever seen at a stand.

>You had to get some.

>Afterwords, a carny challenged you to a game.

>Hit the bottles with the ball, win a prize.

>Its probably a scam, you went ahead and tried anyway.

>Much to your surprise, no shenanigans were involved.

>You knocked them down on your first try.

>No skill, just luck.

>The carny allowed you to pick your prize, something caught your eye.

>A big stuffed teddy bear.

>You picked that.

>The carny handed it to you.

>You looked it over, gray fur with button eyes and a plastic nose.

>”Hey, look at that.” Yuna looked it over. “Kind of cute.”

>”Yeah.” You said, handing it to her. “All yours.”

>Yuna looked at you and then accepted your gift.

>”Whats this about?” She laughed. “I'm not a little kid, you know.”

>”I know. But I thought you'd appreciate it.”

>The two of you walked around the fair grounds.

>Yuna dragged you to the petting zoo for a bit as well.

>As it began to get late, you heard a horn in the distance.

>People began to gather around away from the attractions.

>You decided to keep your distance, sitting up on a hill with Yuna.

>A few minutes later you heard the whizzing in the air, followed by the loud pop.

>Yuna's eyes brightened as the sky exploded with the colors of fire works.

>You watched them for a bit, but looked away towards her.

>The fireworks sparkled in her eye, and each blast bathed her in a light.

>You felt a warmth in your chest just looking at her.

>Yuna noticed you were staring and looked at you.

>”Whats wrong?” She asked.

>”U-uh.” You caught yourself. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

>All around, the day at the fair was pretty good.

>You didn't even notice the full moon rising from behind the trees…

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e8f296 No.348442

>>348440

>Full moon

Oh fug times ahead, full mast, monkey bone! Banana split with vanilla topping if you know what I mean. Good shit, I really like your style. Keep up the good work, friendo.

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7e7d91 No.348490

File: 2986cccd085712c⋯.jpg (Spoiler Image,19.08 KB,500x367,500:367,carlos.jpg)

>>348440

Seems I should be expecting some monkey business in the next update

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474271 No.348724

>>348440

>full moon

oh boy

>>348442

>Banana split with vanilla topping

hue

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c8bd5e No.350071

>>348440

>You had parked just outside of the hotel.

>A sudden stop caused a lot of your things to fall over or get moved around, the back of the van was a mess.

>You cursed yourself while putting everything back into place.

>”Need help?” Yuna asked, peeking over your shoulder.

>”Uhhh, I'm going to be here a while.” You tell her.

>You stood up and reached for your wallet, handing her some money.

>”Can you book us a room while I fix all this shit?” You asked her.

>”Sur-sure!” She jumped to attention, taking the money from your hands. “Don't worry about it, I got it covered!”

>You watched as Yuna skipped away towards the booking room.

>”That was weird…” You shook your head.

>You got back to work, putting everything back in its proper pouch or make shift shelf.

>Afterwards, you noticed your camera had landed on your mattress.

>You sat down in the van and took the camera in your hands.

>Turning it on, you flicked through the digital display to the archive.

>You saved all the pictures from your trip.

>Going through them, you noticed a pattern.

>Yuna was in all of them, save for the two you took in Florida.

>She always had a bright smile in each picture, especially the ones with you in them.

>You couldn't help but grin…

>A moment later, you were jumped out of your trance by a smack on the side of the van.

>”All done!” Yuna told you, peeking out from around the van.

>”Good to go then?” You asked, putting the camera away.

>”Yep, room 109.” She showed you the key.

>You finished cleaning and got out of the van, locking it and following Yuna.

>The two of you went down the hall looking for your room.

>When you found it, Yuna handed you the key and let you open the door.

>You stepped inside and put your bag to the side, sighing and going further into the room.

>You stopped a moment later and realized something was wrong.

>There was only one bed in this room.

>The door closed behind you.

>”Uh, Yuna…?” You asked, turning around.

>Yuna stood close to you, her hands locked behind her back.

>A mischievous smile etched across her face as she took a step closer.

>Before you could say another word, Yuna charged you.

>She leaped into you and wrapped herself around you. Arms around your neck and legs around your waist.

>You stumbled from the sudden impact and fell backwards against the bed.

>Yuna locked her lips with yours. Your eyes widened in shock.

>She moaned into your mouth before reluctantly pulling herself from you and sitting up straight.

>”W-what the hell!?” You asked as she straddle you.

>”I tried to control myself…” Yuna told you. “I really did…”

>”What do you mean?”

>”Its a full moon…” She informed you. “Usually I can control it… But I don't think I can anymore.”

>Yuna's hands trailed across your chest, gripping on to the fabric of your shirt tightly with strength that honestly frightened you.

>She regained her composure and stopped panting for a moment.

>Releasing your shirt, Yuna grabbed the bottom of hers and pulled it off from her shoulders.

>She was already bare under her shirt, and revealed herself to you.

>You gulped the lump down in your throat while Yuna reached for your arm.

>Taking your hand in both of hers, she led you towards her chest.

>Your hand sank against her flesh, her soft skin tantalizing your fingers.

>You didn't say anything, either out of surprise or you were bust admiring her body. You couldn't tell yourself.

>Yuna leaned over and pressed her lips against yours again, this time her tongue found its way into your mouth.

>You didn't resist, your body wouldn't let you.

>Your hands wandered while she kissed you, and you found your fingers pressed firmly against her hips.

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c8bd5e No.350072

>>350071

>Yuna rustled around on top of you, taking off the rest of her clothing until she was naked.

>You felt the moisture seep through your pants while she straddled you.

>Her face was scarlet red, and her eyes were shaky and primal.

>You could see the heat of her breath in the air. And felt a twinge of fear when her lips contorted into a savage, toothy grin.

>You saw the button from your pants fly through the air as she ripped them open.

>The underwear tore a moment later.

>Her panting became more desperate, and soon she kissed you again, wrestling your tongue with hers.

>You felt her body shiver when she felt your hardness under her, and she sat up again.

>She dragged her fangs against her lower lip and raised herself on her knees.

>Yuna struggled to keep her composure as she lined your rod with her quivering folds.

>Without hesitation, she impaled herself on to it, slamming down on you with enough force to take the wind out of your lungs.

>She began to bounce on your pelvis, holding herself up with her hands on your chest.

>Every pump felt like fire works were going in your mind.

>Your chest filled with a fire you never felt before.

>You found a place for your hands, against her waist.

>Though she eventually grabbed your wrists again and led your grip to her breasts.

>her skin was soft and heavenly to touch.

>Even as animalistic as her moans were, her voice sounded sweet to you.

>And the way her insides hugged against your member made you feel like you never wanted to exit.

>Maybe it was a side effect. Some kind of shared effect between a mamono and her partner.

>You didn't care.

>You pulled yourself into a sit up and wrapped your arms around her.

>Yuna yelped in surprise, but accepted your embrace.

>She pressed your face against her chest with a hand against the back of your head. But then wrapped her arms around your neck soon after.

>You squeezed her tightly as you began to thrust into her, matching her movement with your own.

>It became a competition, with her moans and breathing being your reward.

>You felt something brush and then slap against your back.

>Yuna's tail had began to move around, like it had a mind of its own.

>At the same time, she positioned herself again, and made sure to move her legs around you.

>As you began to slam harder into her, Yuna clamped tightly around you.

>Her legs locked around your waist, and you could feel her nails claw through your shirt.

>And pump sent her over the edge, and she bit down into your shoulder to stop herself from screaming too loud.

>The pain sent a jolt through your system, but you didn't stop.

>Her lock became tighter and tighter, her moaning into your shoulder more high pitch.

>Until finally, you found your limit.

>You grit your teeth and groaned as you released inside her.

>Yuna froze, her grip around you now painful.

>You had to gasp for air, your arms loosened around her and trailed down her back until they rested on the bed.

>”Jesus…” You said to yourself.

>You never experienced anything like that before.

>It was like you became a completely new person.

>But Yuna didn't give you time to recover.

>You felt her place her hands on your chest and force you down against the mattress.

>”Y-Yuna!?” You asked in shock.

>”What do you think this is?” She asked in between her panting. “Its not over yet!”

>She began to pound down on your pelvis again before you could protest.

>All you could do is hold on for dear life.

>The ritual was the longest and most grueling three days of your entire life.

>You had only paid for the night, so you had to slip money under the door whenever someone came knocking.

>You barely had a chance to sleep, and only got maybe a few hours all together.

>Yuna was unrelenting.

>You did it basically everywhere.

>On the bed, off the bed, beside the bed, in the bathroom, in the shower, on the table, on the TV, it didn't matter.

>You were somehow alive on the fourth day. Though you slept in…

>When you finally awoke, Yuna was already showered and dressed.

>She looked at you and smiled.

>”Mornin'.”

>”Oh…Morning.” you greeted her.

>”Did you sleep well?”

>”Y-yeah…I think…” You rubbed your forehead with your palm.

>”That's good.” Yuna nodded. “I'm all ready to go when you are.”

>She was pretending like nothing happened the last few days.

>But you felt bad for whoever had to clean up the room after you…

>You sure as shit weren't going to…

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c8bd5e No.350073

>>350072

>The drive was awkward to say the least.

>Yuna acted like nothing happened, but it was still eerily quiet.

>She did point out something cool out the window every now and then, but conversation was basically dead.

>You even stopped to take pictures every now and then, but still. Nothing.

>You couldn't take your mind off the event.

>How could you?

>Not to mention you were still pretty sore…

>But it wasn't awful.

>You couldn't even lie and say that you didn't enjoy it.

>You knew Yuna had a beautiful body, but seeing her naked.

>She was pretty fit, toned, a body a track runner would be envious of, and it was amazing to the touch.

>But it wasn't the sex itself that you couldn't stop thinking about.

>During those three nights, Yuna kissed you.

>A lot.

>That's what you couldn't stop thinking about.

>You've been kissed before by other women.

>But it always felt distant, like it was a necessity that came with a relationship.

>Yuna's kisses were warm and welcoming.

>The way she embraced you, the way she closed the gap between your two bodies.

>She was beautiful, you loved the way she laughed, and it was always fun to have her around.

>You rubbed your mouth with your hand.

>Mostly to cover the blush that had just appeared on your face.

>You were in love…

>”Shit…” You muttered to yourself.

>”Huh?” Yuna asked. “Something wrong?”

>”Oh, uh, no, nothing.” You quickly told her. “Was just thinking about things…”

>Yuna tilted her head and then looked back to the windshield again.

>You hoped she didn't see your red face…

>It was just a full moon thing… At least that's what you told yourself.

>She said it herself that she couldn't control herself.

>You shouldn't look too much into it…

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c8bd5e No.350074

>>350073

>It was close to a month now.

>Your journey was almost at an end.

>The journey through the Yukon was less than eventful.

>Though you did take a picture of a few places.

>Yuna had to tell you where to go from when you entered Alaska.

>At least to the best of her ability.

>You had to ask for directions a few times.

>Yuna suddenly had a rush of memories and she knew where to go.

>”There!” She would point out the turns you had to take.

>”That way!” Another time.

>But as you got closer, Yuna began to quiet down, with only a few “There…” in between.

>She not only looked sad, but apprehensive, like she wanted to do something but didn't have the guts to do it.

>You almost felt your heart rip itself from your chest when you saw the cabin from behind the tree line.

>It wasn't far from a town. Not walking distance for you, but only a few minutes drive.

>You parked in front of the cabin.

>”Well…” You took a deep breath. “Here we are.”

>You turned to Yuna, she was looking down at the dashboard.

>”We should probably take a look inside. Make sure everything is okay.”

>Yuna fumbled with the keys, but still opened the door.

>You stepped inside and were suddenly greeted with the smell of stagnation.

>The dust was thick on basically everything, and it was honestly a labor to breath properly.

>Windows were opened, and you volunteered to help her clean up.

>You honestly just didn't want to say goodbye.

>You also wanted to stop being a coward and tell her how you feel.

>Afterwards, you brought in what she actually owned. Her bag and clothing.

>The cabin was only the bedroom and a little kitchen attached to the side. An old CRT TV was still there, and judging by the busted satellite outside, it wasn't used in awhile.

>TV didn't seem to bother Yuna that much, maybe it wasn't her thing.

>Everything was set up, and again you delayed the inevitable.

>The two of you went into town and picked up some groceries for her.

>Things like toothpaste, a new toothprush, food, drinks, the usual.

>You helped her put it all away.

>Nothing left to do…

>The two of you stepped outside, you stood there with your hands meekly in your pocket.

>”You good from here?” You asked.

>”I think so…” She nodded, rubbing her arm.

>”Well then…I guess…Well It's been fun.” You smile. “You have my number, you can call me, stay in touch.”

>Okay…See ya.”

>You turned around and made your way back to your van.

>But suddenly, you felt something grab your hand and stop you.

>Yuna grabbed your hand with both of hers and slightly pulled you back.

>She pulled your hand down and looked away, her face scarlet.

>”I…um…” She fidgeted. “I don't want you to go…”

>You stood in silence.

>”I mean…First I thought you had ulterior motives, then I thought I was just using you for a ride… But all the places we got to see, all the fun we had… I didn't just jump you during the full moon because it was easiest…”

>Quickly, Yuna stepped in closer and kissed you on the lips before pulling away again.

>”Can you at least give me a chance and stay with me?”

>You looked at her, and couldn't help but laugh.

>You wiped your face with your hands, Yuna only looked at you with surprise.

>”Oh man.” You sighed. “And here I was acting like a shy school boy.”

>”I kind of…” You avoided eye contact and looked off towards the lines of the forests in the distance. “Had a thing for you too.”

>”Really?”

>You tried to hide your embarrassment. “Yeah, pretty much. I didn't want you to think I was shallow because the…You know.”

>”When we had sex?” She asked teasingly.

>”Y…Yeah.” You tried to hide the flush in your face.

>Yuna giggled and then sighed. “So…You wanna give it a try?”

>”Well I have nowhere else I need to be.” You said honestly. “I'm going to have to find a job.”

>”I'll find a job too!” She said with determination. “Its not like we can stay in this cramped little cabin forever.”

>”Ah, I'll get use to it.” You joked.

>Yuna smiled and leaned in for one more kiss. “Come on! Lets go get settled in!”

>You've never actually been with a mamono before.

>Who knows.

>You'll probably like it.

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c8bd5e No.350075

File: 58db80fac75bf8c⋯.png (5.74 KB,540x500,27:25,1522081671798.png)

>>350074

Sorry the last part took as long as it did.

I got a sudden spark of creativity and worked more on another story I was doing alongside this one. Expect that one real soon.

I'm moving away from the greentext formula, at least for the next story, since the way its narrated doesn't really work in point to point form.

Expect that one soon enough, or at least the first part.

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399409 No.350120

>>350119

Fucking network shit didn't blank the name.

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399409 No.350122

>>350075

This is good shit, save it somewhere.

>>350120

Codemonkey fix your shit and let me delete when your site fucks my post up.

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7e7d91 No.350138

>>350074

Thanks for keeping with it m8, it was a fun ride. You could've kept running with it for a little longer and I don't think anybody would've mind that is, if you didn't run out of ideas for things to do, I know I have that problem sometimes.

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c8bd5e No.350486

File: aa1a379bac55758⋯.jpg (536.95 KB,1321x900,1321:900,1464191470694.jpg)

“Blessed be he who wields the sacred relic. He who protects the people and brings death to the servants of evil. May he forever walk your light.”

-Lautican 3.14, Book of the Unconquered Sun.

The sky was black, on that fateful day. It rained a with deathly cold, still the fire did not quench. You were just a boy back then, the son of respected nobility, now your Imperium burns. You clutched to the skirt of your maid, the only other survivor of the attack, your sobs muffled against the fabric.

She held you close and looked on at the devastation.

“Come, child.” She hushed. “We shouldn't be here…”

“Everything is gone…” You whimpered. “Mother…Father…Everyone.”

“You still have me.” She reassured.

She took you by hand and led you away from the fire, the roar and bellows of the beasts left behind.

She said her name was Margaret when your father hired her as your caretaker, though your father doubted that was her real name. She was a traveling woman until your father gave her a place. She was gentle, and beautiful, with long blond hair tied back into a braid, her eyes were soft, yet piercing at the same time, it reminded you of a fox, in some respects.

Margaret took you to your uncle's manor across the kingdom, he was to take you in if anything every happened to your father and mother. The two of you met others fleeing the hordes of beasts, but separated by wagon when you found a suitable ride to your uncle's.

He took you in with open arms, showed you your room, and did everything he could to take your mind off what had happened. But the very same night, you woke up from your sleep, and heard the discussion downstairs. You sneaked towards the edge of the stairs so you could listen better.

“—But even so, I can't allow you to stay here… If anyone find out who you are, it could cause trouble…”

“I understand…” Margaret replied, nodding towards the ground. “if I can make one request, then?”

“Name it.” Your uncle replied.

“Please, take good care of him.”

“You have my word…”

Margaret smiled and bowed, picking her bags from the ground and moving towards the exit. Your eyes widened as she left the building, and you soon chased after her. Your uncle tried to stop you, but you slipped from his fingers.

“Margaret!” You cried.

She stopped and turned around, placing her bags on the ground and sitting on her knees. You jumped into her embrace, tears in your eyes once again.

“You said I still had you!” You cried. “You promised you wouldn't leave me!”

“Forgive me, young master.” She smiled bitterly, you could see the mist in her eyes glisten against the light of the lantern. “But I can no longer keep the promise.”

“You promised, though!” You hugged her tighter. “You promised!”

Margaret gently cupped your cheeks in her hands, brushing your tears away with her fingers.

“Please, you have to be strong…For both of us.” She told you.

“W-will…” You wiped the tears from your eyes. “Will I ever see you again?”

“We will meet again.” She assured. “I promise…”

Margaret pulled you close and gently kissed you on the forehead. With one final smile, she stood up and turned away, leaving you with your uncle…

You never heard from her again…

“You stand before me today, not as citizens of House Lorado, but as soldiers!” The Sargent barked, his hands clutched behind his back. “So tell me, why are you here!?”

“To kill our enemies!” The formations of men shouted back to him.

“And -who- are our enemies!?” He demanded.

“The beasts hordes of the west!” The formations replied.

“And what will you do when you meet them in battle!?”

“Kill! Kill! Kill until none remain!”

“That's what I like to hear!”

You stood among the formation, your feet spread and your arms behind your back. It was the last day of your training. Six years ago, your family was butchered by the beast hordes, leaving you with only your uncle. You are fourteen now, the right age to join the Lorado Army.

Originally to be armed with a longbow, you were eventually reassigned to infantry after proving yourself in several sparring matches with your fellow recruits.

You were part of the regiment raised in Stilla. Three Thousand men to join a grand army of fifty thousand to retake the territory lost over the years.

It was said that House Yomi and House Rasaka would be sending a large host as well, but for now, it was up to you to fight the beasts and defend the people.

You engaged the beast horde three weeks later…

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c8bd5e No.350487

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>>350486

You ducked under the axe that had been swung for your skull. With a loud roar you charged against the creature with your shield, crashing into its chest and forcing it back. You had never seen them up close, only pictures and the shadows of silhouettes from that fateful day. An unholy union of man and beast, a contorted and mutated body of a man with the head of a goat summoned by the devil itself, teeth for chewing grass had been replaced by fangs that could tear the flesh from your bone.

It roared and swung its axe downwards against you, but you only felt the wood of the axe bash against the chainmail on your shoulders, sending a vibration of pain to your bones. You continued to push until it smashed against the nearby home of a citizen, its wooden roof burning and smoke billowing from the broken windows. With nowhere left for the beast to go, you thrust your blade into its side, digging into it's flesh. It roared in pain as you drew the blade from the wound and quickly thrust your steel upwards, through the lower jaw and out the top of its head, cutting into the brain.

The beast's bellows turned into a whimpering moan, slumping over before falling to the side, dead. You panted in relief, taking a step away from your handy work. They weren't nightmares from hell as some doomsayers had you believe, they could be killed.

But as you regained your composure, you felt a hand grip against your shoulder and fling you to the ground.

Another beast, much larger than the last, had just ripped through several of your fellow soldiers. It carried a sword that could cleave through a horse, steel raw and battered into resembling a blade. It roared at you and raised its weapon above its head, you brought your shield to bare, but you knew that weapon would tear through your protection like a hot knife through butter.

But suddenly, in between the roar of battle and the screams of fleeing civilians, you heard what was like a loud thunder of the gods. The beast's cranium exploded into a gore of blood, skull, and brain. The weapon dropped from it's hands and landed on the ground behind it before the beast too, fell over.

You sat on the ground, flabbergasted, but began to look around at the sudden strike. The source came from behind you, as your savior stepped from the smoke and fire.

He wore plated armor, adorned by the markings of House Lorado. The plate hugged his body like a second set of skin, underneat was a material you could not call chainmail, as it hugged his body tightly. He moved freely in his plate, even better than you could in your simple armor. His face was concealed behind a metallic visor, with two blue colors glowing from the eye slits of the visor. A armor mastered by the men of ancient times, now only a few holy craftsmen know how it is made.

But what caught your eye the most was what was in his hands, a strange device, with a grip and some kind of trigger like that of a crossbow. It was long, metal, and had a strange box hanging from the bottom of it.

You had never seen one in full gear, a paladin, warrior monks trained to protect the people and slay the enemies of the Unconquered Sun. He wielded an ancient weapon crafted by the same craftsmen that created his armor. It was fierce, loud, and tore through any and all that would dare stand against it.

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c8bd5e No.350488

>>350487

Following behind him was several others, each wearing a plate bearing different markings, each of their holy instruments of hand crafted for them, unique death dealers from a bygone age.

The one leading the group stopped before you and offered a hand to help.

“Are you alright, soldier?” He asked.

You stared back at him, you could only nod and let him help you up.

“Army runts are getting younger and younger every year…” Another Paladin grimaced.

“A warrior is a warrior, I say.” The one who helped you up said.

Their voices boomed through their visors, they weren't muffled like that of knights or heavily armored infantry, like the armor elevated their voice so it could be heard by all.

The Paladin turned away from you and back to the horde, chasing what was left of the civilians of the town you came to defend.

“Paladins, on me!” He ordered, bringing his great weapon to bear.

He pulled the trigger and you were shaken by another sudden thunder. Yards away, the chest of a beast seemed to just explode, and it fell mid charge to the ground.

“Your fight is with me, demon!” He shouted above the chaos, and he and his squad marched forward, each firing their weapons.

They tore through the ranks of the beasts from a distance, only stopping to pull the strange box from their weapon and replace it with another.

Even when the beasts did get close, the Paladins would simply draw their sidearm, a sword that forged to fit a god, let alone a man. With one swing of his sidearm, the Paladin who had saved you cut through the flesh of a charging beast, removing its upper half from it's lower.

They tore through the enemy, none would stand against them, and none would be shown mercy.

Those who stand against humanity and his patron god: The Unconquered Sun, knew only death that day.

The army rallied and cheered, joining the Paladin's in holy battle. But you could only stand there and watch, watch the angel's of death destroy the enemies of man.

From that day onward, you knew your purpose… You knew what you were put on this Earth to do…

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c8bd5e No.350490

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>>350487

“Fear is a leash.”

-Proverb.

Your training was hard, and grueling, not many would see it to the end. As nobility, serving in the army was beneath you, your place should have been that of a knight, but you enlisted either way. But here, your noble status would give you no lenience. Anyone could be a Paladin, but only a handful would finish the training and coming battles.

You were beaten, starved, driven to exhaustion, denied water, and sometimes even left in the wild for days on your own. But you persevered.

At sixteen you were acknowledged as a squire, and the Craftsmen, the smiths of a sacred order, forged you your personal blade, it was clean, and was marked with the sign of House Lorado, the Unconquered Sun himself.

You saw battle again, assigned to Paladin Rourke, the very same that saved your life two years ago. You would follow him into battle, and assist the army wherever you could. No longer carrying a shield, you were trained in a form of fighting mastered by the Paladins long ago.

On the battlefield you became a whirlwind of death, but nothing you did would match Master Rourke in battle. In between his own mastery of his sword, his instrument of death would tear entire groups of enemies to shreds in mere seconds. The sacred firearm of the Paladins, the Rifle, and instrument of God and man alike.

You had seen battle after battle, lost many friends along the way, but at eighteen, you stood among the righteous, victorious. The great enemy had been pushed back to the coast of the Houses. Ornia, the most western province and once a mighty House, was where they last resided. And it was your time to take your place among the greatest.

“From this day forward, I am no longer your master.” Rourke announced as you knelled before him. “You will not address me as master, but as brother. We are equals from now, until the stars burn out in the sky.

He drew his sword and knighted you on each soldier. “Rise, Brother Paladin!”

The others cheered as you stood to your feet. Rourke smiled and stepped to the side as Craftsman Benedict, the eldest of the order, stepped forward with an object wrapped in white in his arms.

“As a Paladin, you must be honored with the sacred relic. Each one was made specifically for the Paladin it is given to, each one unique…” He explained.

He unwrapped the instrument and presented you your firearm, the sign of your position within the order. With a bow of his head, he raised his arms and presented it to you, and you graciously accepted the piece.

“You must guard it with your life, and it shall do the same for you. No one outside of the order has ever wielded a weapon such as this.”

“I understand.” You confirmed, planting the rifle on your shoulder.

“Welcome, then.” Rourke stated. “To the Paladin order. Men taken from every corner of the nation, from coast to coast. The best of the best.”

You held your head up proud. If only your father and mother could see you now.

If only she could see you now…

Would she be proud?

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c8bd5e No.350491

>>350490

The beast incursion into the mainland seemed to have been a fluke. Victory after victory, battle after bloody battle, they were pushed back on all fronts. You fought on the front lines for most of the war, rifle in hand and sword in the other. Your armor was marked with the sign of your venerable house, an eagle with a scepter in both talons, the sign your father had on his shield when he was a knight. But a Paladin does not carry a shield, so marking your armor was, by all accounts, a better tribute.

You met the enemy each time with a hail of fire, bullets, and fury. Each time you left the battlefield stained in gore, and each time your reputation grew. But the war would not last forever, and the days of glory would have to come to an end.

One final battle for the ruins of Gelas, and the Beasts were driven to the ocean. You wished you had slain them all, removed their filth from the planet. But this would have to do… If they came back, you'd be ready.

Years had passed, you were twenty five now. You had traveled from House to House, doing what you could for the people, slaying abominations and bringing war bands and brigands to heel. It was the duty of the Paladin to serve the people in times of war and in peace. But your journeys as an errant could not continue indefinably, and one day you were called back to Lorado.

“A request for aid?” Brother Nidon asked.

“Exactly right.” Rourke replied.

Rourke had gone gray in the hair over the years, his mutton chops had formed and attached to a mustache he had grown since even the days of when you were a squire.

“I never saw the Empire of Zipangu as the type to look for help from outsiders…” Brother Tiber added. “Are we sure this isn't a trap.”

“When the Mamono set a trap, it usually means one thing.” Said Nidon with a shrug.

“I doubt the Empire is suddenly lacking in men.” Rourke stated before placing the letter that was sent to him on the table.

Beside the request for aid, something stood out, a mark. It bore a sign, two axes behind a red goat's skull with mangled teeth.

“I'll be damned…” Tiber sat up straight. “The mongrels are still alive and kicking.”

“So I don't believe the empress is looking for a mate.” Rourke told them.

“If the beasts are attacking a mamono nation, that only means one thing.” Nidon muttered.

“It means they're running out of goats.” Rourke added. “And they cant find human women that don't shoot back.”

“The last thing we need is more goats…” Tiber spat. “Can the two even breed.”

“No.” Rourke shook his head. “But they're stupid enough to try.”

“The Zipangu Imperial Army can hold their own, but I doubt the Samurai will be able to fight off a full frontal attack from the beasts.” Nidon explained. “And I'm not willing to fight the same damn war a second time.”

“The houses won't commit to full-scale war on foreign soil so far away.” Said Tiber, leaning back in his chair. “What do we send?”

“Six is enough.” Rourke stated. “I'll go, and take four of the youngers with me.”

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c8bd5e No.350492

>>350491

“You have ideas for volunteers?” Nidon asked.

“An island full of pretty girls?” Tiber asked in return. “I don't think it will be hard.”

“An island of monsters, Tiber. We just got out of a war fighting non-humans.”

“Beasts and mamono aren't the same thing.” Rourke interjected. “And I would hope the men I trained understand that.”

“Very well.” Nidon sighed. “You have my blessing.”

“As mine.” Tiber raised a hand.

“Alright, gentlemen.” Rourke slammed his palms on the round table. “We are in agreement.”

“War does not forge the man, but war tempers him.”

Otrek 2.51, Book of the Unconquered Sun.

You were told by Rourke as soon as you returned. Handpicked for a mission across the sea, you were given a day to prepare your things. You carried the usual of a Paladin, your armor, weapons, and effigy of worship, for prayer.

It would take months to travel to your destination, but the Paladins did not sail on any ship. With the technology at hand, you would see your destination in little over a week.

You were joined by five others, Rourke, as well as other young Paladins, around your age.

Levitz, a thinner man who preferred to battle at range. He was well spoken, though a little uptight.

Gerald, A simple and by the books Paladin, known for stating the obvious and tinkering with explosives.

Louis, A slow minded man who makes up for his short comings with sheer strength. Put away the

sword in favor of a halberd.

Wolfgang, a Paladin serving House OnTana. A brilliant strategist who barks orders in a way that would make commanders envious.

And Vladimir, a Paladin from a distant land, joined our specific order during his many journey. His Motherland is not far from our destination. He abandoned melee weapons entirely in favor of his fists.

“What is the plan, anyway?” You asked Rourke.

“We assist the Empress, lead her armies, and kill every Beast we come across.” He explains bluntly.

“And if the Empire has already fallen?”

“I doubt Beasts work that fast, but if that is the case. We pack as much ammo as possible, and kill until it is done or we lie slain.”

“Never did think ahead, did you?” You smiled.

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c8bd5e No.350493

>>350492

“I always live in the now, didn't I ever tell you?” Rourke laughed and patted you on the back.

You watched the island close in from the distance, you wondered what kind of people lived there, what they were like.

The ship pulled into the dock, and after you and the other secured everything, you stepped off on to the wooden boards below.

“Should we keep our helmets off?” You asked Rourke.

“I'll keep mine off, you wear yours. We're here on request, remember? No need to grovel.”

You nodded and joined the others in silence as someone approached.

The person was a woman wearing the armor popular in Zipangu. A chest plate made of small iron plates as well as matching ebony skirts to each of her side. She wore a sword at her hip, a curved blade by the looks of it, you've never seen a sword like that in your life. Her long brown hair was tied back into a pony-tail, and she looked at you with lizard-like eyes.

She appeared to have scales running over the sides of her neck and cheeks, and a green-lizard tail waved behind her.

“Is that a Mamono?” Louis whispered.

“What did you think it was?” Levitz asked in return.

“I don't know, I never seen one before.” He admitted. “Aren't they supposed to be monsters of sorts?”

“Keep it down.” Wolfgang growled. “Don't get us into trouble first thing.”

“Then you are the Paladins our Empress requested, then?” The woman asked. She spoke with a noticeable accent.

“That would be us.” Rourke confirmed.

The woman bowed her head, Louis stumbled and did the same.

“I am Yono Atsuke, Retain of Empress Himoko.” She introduced herself.

“Paladin Rourke.” Rourke greeted her before introducing the rest of you.

“If you have your matters settled, please follow me.”

The seven of you began to follow her, flanked on both sides by soldiers of the Empire. You noticed that all of them were human, save for the woman that was leading you. Their armor seemed mostly the same, though they carried long spears against their shoulders.

You examined the environment. Although there seemed to be human women moving around, a vast majority of females were mamono of some kind. You had some kind of idea that they were all the same species, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Although they had the features of female women, they all had some kind of mutation. Tails, ears, sometimes even completely different limbs. You walked past a lady with the upper torso of a woman and the lower torso of a horse. Louis tugged on Wolfgang's plate and pointed at her, but Wolfgang elbowed him and reminded him not to be rude.

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c8bd5e No.350494

>>350493

The clothing here was also exotic to you. Everyone seemed to wear some kind of robe, short robes, long robes, even the soldiers that marched beside you had some kind of robe top underneath their armor.

The buildings around you were made of wood, though it almost looked like they were put together like puzzles rather than nailed. The walls seemed almost like paper, though you doubted they were, you didn't want to test your theory. Everything seemed so ornament, even the roofs were sloped and pointed in such a way to give even the most basic of huts a extravagant look.

All of this was swept aside when you neared the Imperial Palace. Layer upon layer reaching towards the sky. The palace seemed to stretch out for miles, with red and gold lining in between the walls. The front gate opened and welcomed you inside, the pathway lined with soldiers who raised their spears, either to you or the woman leading you, you weren't sure.

“Very ceremonial…” Levitz whispered to you. “Are they always like this, or are they just putting on a show?”

You were led to a large double door embroidered in gold, they were pushed open by the two guards and you were led into a massive throne room. The soldiers that followed you waited outside, and the lines of men that saluted your entrance were replaced by women flanking either side of you. You noticed something, while they all obviously looked different, all of them had the same animalistic features. Each one had a set of fox-like ears atop their head, as well as numerous tails protruding from the back of them.

You peaked from behind your visor and counted, always eight tails. Each and everyone was sitting on their legs atop a pillow of some sort that was far too fancy for you. You almost felt guilty for stomping on the silk carpet below, but the shoes on your armor didn't really come off.

In the back of the throne room was the throne itself, a large chair covered in cushions and pillows. Beside the throne stood another of the fox eared ladies, who stepped forward.

She spoke in their native tongue and the women sitting on the pillows bent over and bowed.

From the left room entered two more handmaidens behind a much, much smaller lady. She stood at maybe four feet tall, wearing a lavished robe as well as a headdress. You noticed that, unlike the others, she had nine tails instead of eight.

The little fox girl went up the stairs and sat down on the throne, resting her arms on each rest.

You and your squad stood in silence.

“Do…Do we bow?” Vladimir asked.

Rourke stepped forward and bowed his head courteously.

“Mighty Empress Tsudaraki of the Zipangu Empire.” Rourke stated. “We have come at your behest.”

“Rise, Sir Rourke.” She spoke your tongue perfectly without a hint of accent.

Rourke stood straight and took a single step back. “I see my reputation proceeds me.”

“I've heard tales of your deeds.” She explained. “And you wear the colors of Sir Rourke's House.”

“Then I am humbled by your memory.” Rourke bowed again.

“Sir Rourke.” Tsudaraki spoke again. “When we sent word to your Order, we expected an army, or at least a company of Paladins. Yet you only bring six others with you?”

“I assure you, your highness.” Rourke insists. “That seven Paladins is more than enough.”

“You would slay an army of thirty thousand beasts with just seven Paladins?”

“We would slay every beast with just one Paladin.”

“I see.” Tsudaraki leaned back in her throne. “And your price?”

Rourke froze, her furrowed a brow and turned back to the rest of you. Wolfgang titled his head in a way to say “Really?” to his commanding officer, unable to express his emotion through his visor. Rourke pursed his lips and turned back to the Empress.

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c8bd5e No.350495

>>350494

“We can think of a reward when the job is done, Empress. But for now, we will do with room and food.”

“Very well, that is in my power and more.” Tsudaraki proclaimed. “Now to another matter.”

“Another matter?”

“Our smiths have been hard at work creating a new weapon to combat this threat.” The Empress explained. “Although many of my soldiers are well versed in it's handling, they require…A foreign tough, training from one who is skilled in the matter…”

The Empress turned to one of her servants and spoke in their native tongue. The woman stood up and approached you with a small pillow in her hand, something resting atop it. As the woman got closer, something seemed familiar about her, something…Comforting.

She had long, blonde hair reaching down to her waist, and piercing eyes that you couldn't forget. Was that…No, it couldn't be.

You wanted to speak up, but you had to have an air of professionalism. But even from behind your visor, you couldn't forget that face. But it couldn't be her, she would be at least in her forties by now, this woman is around your age. But then she spoke.

“Her Imperial Majesty wishes that Sir Rourke examine a weapon crafted by our greatest engineers and smiths.” She spoke.

Your eyes widened, luckily your face was concealed. She glanced for a moment, uncomfortable at the glowing blue of your eyes glaring back at her. You noticed and looked away, staring at the object instead.

Rourke raised a brow and took the object in both hands. A rifle, of sorts, primitive, yet very well made. It was made of wooden stock, with steel for the barrel as well as the other mechanisms.

“It appears to be a matchlock, sir.” Gerald told Rourke.

Rourke closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning his head to Gerald. “Thank you, Gerald…I see that.”

“Happy to help, sir.” Gerald nodded and stepped back.

Rourke was obviously troubled by the weapon, a firearm is a sacred relic of the Order, though it was nowhere near as deadly as the one he carried. He'll make an exception, at least for now.

“I'll have one of my men see what he can do.” He told the Empress.

The woman bowed and turned away. That couldn't be Margaret, Margaret was human, not a Mamono… You watched her leave and noticed one more thing. Unlike the other women, this one only had the one tail, instead of eight or nine. The reveal made you narrow your eyes, but you held your stoic stance.

“The creator called it the 'Tanegashima'.” She explained. “But call it what is easiest to you.”

“How long do we have?” Rourke asked her.

“A week, at most.” The Empress revealed. “If the refugees coming in from the north are anything to go by.”

“Then there is little time to waste.” Rourke bowed. “If that is all?”

“Lady Yono will show you where you need to go.” The Empress told Rourke. “Now go, with my blessing.”

The other Paladins bowed and turned to leave. But you couldn't help but keep your eye on the woman that had brought you all the rifle.

“Hey.” Levitz nudged you. “Its time to go…”

You nodded and followed, looking back one time as the woman sat on her spot again.

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7e7d91 No.350505

>>350495

Man, you are a fucking machine, cranking out interesting writefag day after fucking day. Props to you.

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54a144 No.350582

>>350495

Lord oh Lord. Just finished all the works so far, you are a great writefag. Keep up the Lord's work

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474271 No.350738

>>350074

I go away for a few days and it ends? Oh well. I still liked it! Thank you.

>>350075

oh boy

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c8bd5e No.351102

“On the fifth day, the world was consumed by fire, and God could do not but weep for his children.”

-Extermination 1.1, Book of the Unconquered Sun

The squad and you were led to a training field across the city, away from the palace. Led by Retainer Yono and followed by Handmaiden Asako, a short fox-woman with narrow eyes and a constant, mischievous smile. She was to work as your translator to the troops. Hopefully, someone else would be doing most of the talking.

“A matchlock rifle…” Vladimir grumbled.

“Is there a problem, Sir Vladimir?” Levitz asked.

“The firearm is a sacred weapon of the most holy of orders, unless you forgot, sir Levitz.” Vladimir chastised his shorter companion. “But this? This is blasphemy of the highest order.”

“A weapon itself is not holy.” Rourke chimed in. “It is a weapon touched by the hands of our holy Craftsmen, which make it divine.”

Rourke was correct. The art of the trade is a well kept secret by the Secretum Fectum, blueprints and schematics so ancient that only they know how to properly decipher and read them. The rifle that the men or mamono of the east had crafted pale in comparison to the raw power of the one you carry. Forty five rounds able to be fired in rapid succession. One bullet is known to tear through the target and possibly connect with another standing behind them. Not to mention the variations of the design, you may carry a rifle, but Louis was gifted with a large, monstrous weapon the craftsman dub the “Gatling gun.”

While the soldiers of the Zipangu Empire will be able to fire in volley of perhaps three or four rounds in a minute, you might be able to fire six hundred a minute in fully automatic. Entire front lines have crumbled to a platoon of Paladins.

You reached the training fields, and Rourke was less than impressed. A meager force that Yono counted at twelve thousand men, including five thousand Samurai that were able to make it to the capitol. The army itself would have been much larger, but other contingents were days away, and may not even make it before the beasts arrive. At its full strength, the army would stand at around five-hundred thousand strong, an army large enough to simply overwhelm the enemy, but that wasn't an option, it would seem.

“We have refugees coming in from all over.” Yono explained. “The Empress has been discussing conscription.”

“Unwilling combatants make for lousy soldiers.” Rourke protested. “Ask for volunteers instead. I'd rather have a hundred patriots than a thousand prisoners.”

The Paladins examined the soldiers, many of them seemed professional but many more were a lousy bunch. Lazy men in armor who got fat and comfortable as town guards rather than warriors.

The nobility class known as the Samurai were a different matter entirely. Everyone of them was a Mamono, mostly the fox women or the same lizard kind like Yono was. Though outliers stood out, like the large red woman with horns who carried a rather nasty looking club in hand and a sword that would cleave three men in twain on her back.

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c8bd5e No.351103

>>351102

“Your women fight?” Gerald asked.

“We aren't exactly like human women.” Yono told him. We're more than capable of handling ourselves. Especially against mindless beasts.”

“These beasts aren't mindless.” Gerald replied. “And it would be wise not to go into battle thinking they are. Especially women folk, human or otherwise.”

“And why is that?”

“Do you have any idea why they are here to begin with?”

“They wish to conquer us, no?” Yono asked.

“They're looking for women.” Wolfgang added himself to the conversation. “Compatible or otherwise. We've seen what they do to their stock. We'd rather it not happen again.”

“But that's preposterous!” Yono shouted. “Mamono can only have children with hum-”

She cut herself off and looked away, attempting to hide the scarlet on her cheeks. “We must continue…”

“Oh ho~” Asako piped up. “I guess some lizards are warm blooded after all…”

Wolfgang stood in front of the formations, each one of them tried their best to keep a stern look on their face. You took the opportunity to speak to Asako personally.

“Lady Asako.” You spoke up, stepping beside her.

“Hm?” Her ears perked up. “Something I can help you with, Sir Paladin?”

“The woman, the one with the single tail that presented us the rifle…”

“Oooh~?” Asako hid her mischievous grin behind her sleeve. “Taken a fancy with Lady Karin, have we? Well you're in like, Lady Karin is single at the moment.”

“No its not lik-its…” The damn woman had a way of putting people in the corner, you cleared your throat. “I would simply like to speak to her on certain subjects.”

“Well then…” Asako straightened her tails. “I can give you her address. One of the guards can glady show you where she lives. It might be intresting, the two of you are almost the same age now.”

“Now?” You asked.

“I wouldn't expect a foreigner to know.” Asako teased. “But Lady Karin only has one tail. That means she's mortal.”

“Mortal? That means you are–”

“Like the rest of my kind, yes, we live eternally. Though we have the ability to give up our immortality if we so desire.”

You grimaced, luckily your visor hides your face.

“Wolfgang.” Rourke spoke to him. “Anything you can do with this sad lot?”

“Give me a barn of cows and I will have them goosestepping before the day is done.” Wolfgang turned to Lady Asako. “My lady, if you please.”

“Hm? Oh, yes!” Asako hurried to wolfgang's side.

Wolfgang nodded and pressed the button on the side of his helmet. The helmet hissed and the visor pulled back before the entire helmet peeled to behind his head and against his neck. Wolfgang was a fair skinned man, didn't spend much time in the sun and had a pale complexion. A scar dragged down his eye from many battles ago, and he still maintained the same hair as he had when he served as a regular soldier in the army.

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c8bd5e No.351104

>>351103

“Alright you maggots!” He barked loudly. “At attention, now!”

“E-eh!?” Asako was caught off guard, much like the soldiers in front of them, she quickly nodded and translated the words.

Wolfgang began to march up and down the lines, shouting at anyone who was standing out even slightly. Asako suddenly became meek and followed behind him, doing her best to translate his words with even half as much devotion as him.

“Back straight! Who said you could slouch!? I didn't give you permission to yawn! Stop holding your spear like you would your dick! Why are you coughing, who said you could be sick!? The enemy won't wait until you're better! I've seen housewives with more will to fight than you!”

It was humorous, to see the poor girl try to translate the obscenities coming out of Wolfgang's mouth. Yono was dumbfounded as well, she hadn't seen any kind of disciplinary training like this before, especially when Wolfgang started hitting men in the back or kicking their legs apart so they stood correctly.

“Is he…Always like this?” She asked.

“When he's on the job.” Rourke replied.

Rourke put his hands on his side and turned to Gerald, leaving Wolfgang to his duty.

“What do you think about showing the fair ladies here your trade?”

“I'll need to be shown to where the battle will take place.” Gerald nodded. “But I can have the place rigged in a day. Maybe two.”

“See to it.”

Gerald placed a hand on his heart and bowed to Rourke before asking Yono to show him to the killing fields. Rourke watched them leave and then turned to you.

“And what of you?”

“There is someone I want to see.” You explained. “Though, if you need me, it can wait.”

“Someone you want to see?” Rourke asked.

“A woman I saw earlier, I recognized her.”

“Really now?” Rourke raised a brow. “Now isn't that interesting… Well, try not to scare the poor girl with your helmet on, alright?”

You bowed to Rourke as well, and had a guard lead you to where this “Karin” lived.

Karin's home was quite impressive, it could probably fit two families comfortably, if not more. The guard bowed to you and then left, you wanted him to stay incase you couldn't find your way back, but the guard couldn't understand you anyway…Or he just didn't feel like sticking around.

You carefully knocked on the front door, not wanting to break what looked to you like a fragile piece of work. You could hear the sounds of feet pattering against wood from inside the house, and the door slid open right after. She stood before you, looking up at you with surprise and confusion, it was like looking into a window to the past. Was this maybe Margaret's daughter? But male Mamono don't exist…Maybe just a coincidence?

“…Yes?” She asked. Thankfully, she spoke your tongue, which deepened your suspicions.

You tried to keep calm, and not jump into things, so you put up a facade.

“Are you lady Karin?” You asked.

“Yes, I am.” She nodded.

“May I come in?”

She narrowed her eyes on you, and you realized how strange that sounded. “I simply need to ask a few questions on behalf of my order.” You told her formally.

Karin nodded and allowed you passage inside. You noticed that she had a single pair of slippers resting against an incline leading deeper into her home, but your boots didn't really come off without the rest of the lower armor, so you chose to stay by the door.

“I was given your address from Lady Asako.”

“Did you now?” She asked, turning away from you and stepping up the incline. “Well I'm not entirely familiar with courting in your lands, but asking a stranger for a home address is quite…Strange.”

“I'm not here for that.” You tell her.

“Then what are you here for?” She asked, refusing to turn back to you.

You got straight to the point.

“Years ago, you visited the lands of House Lorado.”

Karin suddenly stopped, her fox ears twitched and she turned her head slightly. “…Yes?”

“You served as a maid for a wealthy family on the western side of the country…Correct?”

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c8bd5e No.351105

>>351104

She didn't say anything.

“One day, the beasts attacked, and only you and a little boy survived…Correct?”

She turned around to face you, her hand gripping her robe. “…Who are you?”

You pressed the button on the side of your helmet, and like Wolfgang's, it hissed and opened. You looked at her for the first time without the glow of your visor. Now, with your natural eyes, you could look at her. It was her, no doubt about it, even with the tail and the ears, it was definitely her.

“Its good to see you again…” The words croaked from your mouth, like a child having to admit to a wrongdoing. “…Margaret…”

Karin stood frozen more a moment. But then her eyes began to widen, her ears stood on end, and her tail raised. Her hand gripped her robe tighter, and she stood dumbstruck like she had just seen a ghost. She opened her mouth and quietly whispered your name, like she couldn't believe what she had just said herself.

She stepped down from the incline and approached you, not uttering another word. She reached up to your face with her free hand, but quickly stopped herself before she could touch your cheek. You stood silently yourself, not knowing what to do in the situation either.

“You're…A Paladin now?” She finally asked.

“For a few years now.” You informed her. “I joined the army when I was fourteen.”

“You weren't supposed to do that!” She chastised you, much to your surprise. “I left you with your uncle to keep you safe! Nobility didn't need to fight!”

“And where did you go?” You asked her. “You promised we would see one another again, but you never came.”

She flinched and took a step back. “I…I was called back here, to serve the new Empress. It was my duty, I had no other choice.”

“You could have at least came back and told me.” You argued.

“I thought you would forget. You were getting older, and you were with your uncle now, I thought that I would just…Slip away.”

“You were all I had left from my old life.” You told her. “My uncle married and sired a son, me leaving for the army was the best option in the end. As much as I respected the man, he still has his own lineage to look after. How could I forget you.”

“You all seem to be forgetful with time…” She muttered.

“Who's 'You'?” You asked. “Do you mean mortals?”

She was taken aback and looked away, pursing her lips.

“So, you go by Karin?” You suddenly brought up.

“Yes…It's my true name.” She admitted.

“Very well then, Lady Karin.” You nodded.

Saying her real name was like sending a thousand knives through her heart. She grimaced, but only for a second before looking at you again. “However you feel about me…I hope you can one day forgive me.”

“I do.” You said bluntly. “I forgave you every day of my life.”

Karin held her arm and looked towards the floor, silently.

“One more thing.” You spoke again.

“…”

“Your tail. I asked Lady Asako about it.”

“…”

“You gave up your immortality…Why?”

Karin stood silently before turning away from you. “I think you should go for now…”

You watched as Karin stepped away from you, widening the gap between you and her.

“Very well.” You told her with a bow. “I shall take my leave.”

You pressed the button and folded your helmet back over your head, a soft hum as it sealed around your head. You turned around and left the home, closing the door behind you.

You didn't see the tears in her eyes.

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03e069 No.351107

I'm already excited for the paladin based omae wa mou shindeiru about to occur against degenerate beasts

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03e069 No.351108

>>351107

mfw i'm a newfag

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1ff62f No.351111

Why are the beasts able to breed with human women but not mamono? You'd think if anything it should be the other way around. I was hoping for some detailed monster rape but it's not here. Where's the monster rape?

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c8bd5e No.351142

>>351111

Since its never going to come up in story.

They're both engineered by different people for the same goal and are basically in competition with one another. They instinctually try to kill each other, though beasts are getting desperate.

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474271 No.351172

>>351142

interesting

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c8bd5e No.352370

>>351105

“Kill with purpose.”

-Paladin Proverb.

You slept on the boat that night, mostly because you had issues finding your way back to the field. Rourke found you in your bunk in the morning and got you out of bed. It was simple to find your way back to the ship, considering all you actually had to do was head east.

You can't say you've ever felt this uneasy, even during battle. The way people looked at you. To other humans you were a foreigner, an interloper among them, but the way the…Mamono glared, was uncomfortable. They were eyeing you up, whispering to one another, even the samurai you passed didn't take their eyes off you. Did they want to duel? Or was this a plan to simply kill you and get a threat out of the way. They didn't break their stare if you looked back, even with the blue light of your eyes glared back at them. They were truly formidable…

Rourke led you back to the training fields, he always had an easy time getting the lay of the land. The others were already there and already working, a Paladin always had a duty, and rarely did they leave that duty to lie.

Levitz went through the equipment, mostly spears and swords, but more importantly the rifles. Yono kept her reptilian eyes fixed on him, making sure he did nothing to sabotage the equipment. Her mistrust was insulting, to say the least, in any instance, the purgation of the enemy takes priority over any other goal, sabotaging the soldiers that would bring death to the enemies of god quicker was not in the play book.

Wolfgang continued to howl and shout at the enemy, they seemed to be less afraid of him now, following his orders to the letter. Lady Asako seemed more comfortable in repeating his orders now, even taking a twang of his gruff bellowing into her own shouting.

Vladimir and Gerald were working on something as well, configuring explosives that Gerald had brought with him from overseas. Many landmines, but some were meant to be thrown as well, he said something to Vladimir and handed him a few of the explosives, which Vladimir pocketed in his pack.

Louis, god bless him, didn't seem to have much to do outside of lean against his halberd and catch a peak at the samurai that were standing not far from him. He always had his eye on the ladies, but you never knew his tastes were so…open.

“What about me?” You asked.

“You're late.” Rourke told you. “You get to stand with Louis.”

You turned your head to Rourke, he simply looked back at you and shrugged. “Job's full.”

Sighing, you march over to Louis and stand guard duty with the giant of a man. He turns his head to you and gives you a little, polite wave before going back to leaning on his halberd. It was larger, sharper, and heavier than a halberd a royal guard or man at arms would carry, able to crush a beast, let alone a man, in a single blow. Louis forgoes the sword in favor of the halberd as his tool for close murder, it suits him.

About two hours later, the squad is sent north towards the main gate. The city is preparing for battle, it is obvious to see. Stakes in the ground, battlements set up, men patrolling the wall constantly, civilians are told to stay on the main road, don't stray into the field, don't step off into the ditch, stay on the road and you will be fine. This is because Gerald and Levitz had been booby trapping the area since yesterday.

Old techniques, ancient techniques. Useful techniques. Both men are well read, both men are intelligent and knowledgeable, they know what kind of battle this will be, what kind of war they are fighting, and so they prepare justly.

Gerald laid it out for the rest of you. Explosives, hundreds of them across the front, the first thing the beasts would rush into, a chain reaction that should decimate their front line, enough explosives to level a city wall. After that, it would be pits filled with punji sticks, a strategy that Gerald had learned from warriors from a distant land. Sharp stakes carved from bamboo, something that was abundant in the area. And after the sticks, and after that, one more obstacle, a series of trenches, three lines deep, for the beasts to be forced to climb over. And when they do fall into the trenches, then the riflemen can fire into them as their climbing out, and the archers will volley into the trenches itself.

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c8bd5e No.352371

>>352370

Luckily, that will be the end of it, but you know better. When the enemy gets through each obstacle, then comes the true bloody business.

You decided that it was a good time to thank Asako for the help in finding Margare-…Karin.

“Oooh~?” Asako once again hid her mouth behind her sleeve. “Did the two of you have a good time last night?”

“It was nothing like that.” You assured her.

“Shame.” She huffed. “All things considered, the two of you may as well be the same age, she could use a strapping young man like yourself.”

“And how old are you?” You asked.

“Rude!” Asako protested. “You can't just ask a lady her age!”

“Paladin.” Rourke's sudden presence caused you to jump slightly. “Did the guard duty make you tired?”

“No sir.”

“Then you can help the others…”

You accepted, and gladly. Nothing bored you more than just standing around, the work kept you occupied, and gave you something to do now that you weren't on errant any longer. Being on the ship for a week was already terrible, you were just happy to be doing something.

You began to help with the trenches, along with a few companies of volunteers. It was about an hour into the job when Vladimir began to complain.

“Captain!” He called out to Rourke.

“Hm?” Rourke looked down into the trench, apple in hand. “Something the matter, Paladin?”

“Why are you standing up there instead of being down here in the shit with us?”

“How can I supervise without a good view?” He asked.

As they discussed the matter, Louis pulled himself up from the trench.

“Can we at least take off the armor, boss?” Louis complained.

“Whats wrong with the armor?”

“Its not really suitable for digging as much as it is for combat, sir.” He explained.

“Alright, everyone who wants the suit off, get to it.”

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c8bd5e No.352372

>>352371

Yono leaned against her horse, her arms crossed and her crocodile tail flicking back and forth with agitation. Did the empress not trust in her command? Or did she not trust in her martial prowess? Why would she summon these foreigners? What can these humans do that she cannot?

The questions angered her, she watched for two days now as these men barked orders at the army she was supposed to lead, telling them what to do, teaching them in foreign tactics…Corrupting them with foreign influences. Arent these men supposed to be of some holy order? They speak to one another like friends from way back when, the shorter one and the one barking at her men even swore in public! And now they're climbing out of the holes THEY wanted to dig and are slacking off.

Enough is enough, she won't be made a fool by foreigners. Yono stomped towards the men as they circled around and fiddled with their strange armor, her hand on the scabbard of her blade. She was ready to do battle, to challenge one to a duel and put them in their place. She had never lost a sword fight, and she wasn't going to lose today!

“You!” She shouts to the leader.

He turns to her, hands on his hips and a brow raised. “Yes, Lady Yono? Something we can help you with?”

“I'm sick and ti-” Yono had to stop herself when she realized what the men were doing.

The one that disappeared yesterday pressed a button on his plating, his armor hissed and loosened around his shoulders, the others did the same and began to remove layers of armor from their body. She gasped in shock as they finally removed their undershirt as well, revealing their sweaty muscles to her.

“Lady Yono?” The leader asked her again. “Are you alright?”

Yono's face turned bright red, her lips trembled and she struggled to come up with the words. She raised a shaky finger, but even then could only stutter a “Y-y-You!” Before storming off back to her horse.

-

Rourke watched her leave and shook his head.

“Something wrong with lady Yono?” You asked.

“Woman issues.” Rourke stated bluntly. “You all should get back to work…”

You continued until midday when the rest of the army began to take a lunch break, which was your cue as well to get some food. Everyone seemed to have some kind of elaborate dish. Fish, meat, some kind of pastry, but they were always served with rice. You decided to just have the bowl of rice that was offered to you, keeping it short, but still filling. Wolfgang had the same idea, but everyone else was a little more adventurous with their dish, especially Louis.

“Going to eat all that yourself, Louie?” Levitz asked.

“I'm a growing boy.” He retorted before filling his mouth with a meat ball.

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c8bd5e No.352373

>>352372

You put your undershirt back on before sitting down, before being called again.

“Paladin!” Yono called out to you with a point, she still seemed a bit flustered. “Someone is here to see you!”

You looked to the others before getting up, leaving your food, which was obviously a bad idea when you stopped to think about it. You followed Lady Yono to another woman standing on the road. It was Karin, glancing at you before averting her gaze downwards.

“Lady Karin.” You greeted her with a bow. “Is there something I could assist you with?”

“No, nothing.” She shook her head. “I just realized that it would be lunch soon, and that you might be hungry.”

Karin raised the box she had in her hand, she wrapped it in a sunflower painted cloth and was carrying it by the tie. You looked at her before taking the box at the bottom with both your hands.

“Well…” You stammered.

“I…” Karin took a deep breath and stood up straight. “I spent a lot of time on that, so you better eat all of it, okay!?”

As she grilled you, the rest of the squad began to watch the event unfold, with Gerald having to lean back to get a better view. Louis saw a perfect opportunity to snatch your rice while you weren't looking.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “I'll…I'll make sure of that.”

“Good…Good!” Her ear flicked. “Then I won't take up anymore of your time.”

Karin bowed, you exchanged a bow of your own and she left after giving you a bright, familiar smile. You felt a warmth in your heart, and had to stop yourself from letting your own guard down. You returned to your cohort as she left, and sat down.

“What did you do?” Levitz asked.

“What do you mean?” You answered his question with another question.

“You disappear for a day, and suddenly a lady of the court is bringing you home cooked meals?”

“Its a long story.” You disregard his questioning.

“She's cute.” Vladimir comments. “Is she single?”

You flash Vladimir a mean glare, he jumps and goes back to his meal. “Never mind then, not that cute.”

You unwrap the box and look it over, an almond colored lacquered wooden box. You open it and peak inside. Two sandwiches, cut in half with a side of fried potato slices. The sandwich had breaded pork cutlet as well as lettuce and a few other condiments. You remembered this dish, Margaret used to make it for you all the time, it was your favorite.

You let your guard down, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself before turning it into a frown.

“You stole my rice.” You accused Louis, not even looking at him.

“You found a replacement.” He stated bluntly, pinching the rice in between three fingers and shoving it into his mouth.

You shake your head and take a sandwich in your hand. You were almost hesitant of taking a bite, but…It was just like you remembered it, with home made bread and everything…

A few years ago this might have brought you to tears…

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cc0e9a No.352393

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>>352373

>Update, including manly men flustering mamono

YES! Where have you been? I've been waiting over a week for you! Also glad to see how friendly the paladins are to each other. Nice to see Karin coming back to her boy, hohoho. Homecooked meals and everything, how nice. This was a good update. Man, Goblin Slayer 23 and now this, I can only assume the war will be coming up in the next update, or the one after that. Thank you for gracing us with such great stories.

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c8bd5e No.352582

>>352393

I had a beginning, middle, and end, but no filler in between to actually flesh out the characters and the relationship between the Paladin and Karin/Margaret, so I had to sit around and ponder on it before I could put it on paper again.

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c8bd5e No.352583

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>>352582

>Sage in title field.

Haha, shit.

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bcc0a4 No.353174

>>352373

“To fear your enemy is cowardice, to tolerate your enemy is weakness, to hate your enemy is survival.”

-The Book of Warfare, chapter 13.

Gerald took a step back at his handy work, he was afraid he hadn't brought enough explosives, but his fears were unwarranted in the end. Guards made sure the people stayed on the road, it was a gap in the defense, but at the same time they could funnel the enemy down the road if they got smart enough.

“Good work, everyone.” Rourke said, slapping Gerald on the back.

“Kind of wish we set this up further away from the city.” You added. “Too close to a civilian center…”

“Its a good position.” Gerald told you. “Better defense for the soldiers, I'd rather not fight a superior number in the open.”

“Fair enough.”

You heard shouting coming from the road, another band of refugees heading towards the capitol. Something was wrong, they weren't like the others who were simply tired of the long road. They were ragged, worn, injured, and downtrodden. One man was supporting himself with a makeshift crutch, while a human woman had a bandage wrapped around her forehead and left eye. A mamomo, a woman with a lower snake body, had an arm in a sling, and another man had very visible claw marks on his face.

Something caught Wolfgang's eye, and he approached the line. Three men and a large woman with bovine hooves and horns carried a stretcher with a woman sitting up on a support. You and Louis exchanged glances and approached after Wolfgang.

Approaching, you noticed what Wolfgang was staring at. The woman was bundled in blankets, her eyes were blank and her face was covered in bruises and scars. She was shorter, with raccoon like ears on her head and a tail that laid limp over the side of the stretcher.

Wolfgang asked Asako to ask the others to stop. They did so and gently laid the stretcher down on the ground. You kept your distance as Wolfgang approached, but you knew what he was looking at, it wasn't hard to tell.

The woman's eyes were bagged and dark, she didn't even look at the Paladin before her. Wolfgang pressed the button on his helmet and it peeled back, he wanted to look with his natural eyes.

Her face had been burned, branded to be more exact. Across her cheek was a charred hand print with fingers that stretched passed her right eye and near the bridge of her nose.

Wolfgang knelled beside her and took a deep breath. He whispered into her ear, not knowing if she could even understand him or not. It seemed to have some effect, because she leaned in towards him when he gently cupped the sides of her head and kissed her on the forehead.

Moments later, he stepped away and allowed the group to continue onward. He looked at the rest of you before bringing his visor back up.

“You know that mark…” he told you specifically as he walked past.

“Yeah…”

The same creature that burned your home to the ground. He leaves it wherever he conquers, and uses it to mark the slaves he keeps. A beast so terrible and evasive that Paladins had never been able to practically track him or corner him. But if he was leading the army that invaded Zipangu, then he would have to show his face in battle.

Ghula the Black was in Zipangu, and he would die in Zipangu.

A scout returned sometime later, a woman you were told was called a “Raptor.” Light and fast of feather, they were a land based bird-like Mamono, even if they were spotted, there was no beast in the horde that would be able to keep up with them. She spoke to Yono, who relaid the message to the rest of you.

“The Beasts are two days away.” Yono said. “Maybe a day if they quicken their step.”

“They will.” Rourke told her. “Have your warriors at the ready, they will be here by tomorrow morning.”

Rourke then turned back to the rest of you. “Return to your quarters, do your prayers, prepare for war.”

You each saluted the commanding officer and made your back into the city. It was already on full alert, with the message being spread by riders and soldiers alike. Citizens were expected to stay in their homes, anyone who was willing to fight should head to the barracks immediately and be armed or bring whatever weapon they have themselves.

You marched down the road by memory, it was easier when you found the training fields. You made sure not to take unnecessary turns, you weren't heading back to your quarters, not yet.

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bcc0a4 No.353175

>>353174

Karin opened her front door at your second knock, catching you off guard.

“…Hello.” You greeted her awkwardly.

“Hello there.” Karin greeted in return.

“I..” you showed her the box, which you wrapped back up in its hankerchief haphazardly. “Wanted to bring your box back.”

“Oh.” Karin took it with a nod. “Thank you.”

You stood silently, before you were angry, but now you were just…You didn't know what you were, but you weren't angry.

“Do you have to go to battle?” She finally asked.

“It is my duty.” You responded instinctually, you've been asked questions like this before, and now you usually had an answer.

“Aren't you afraid?”

“It is not my first battle.”

“But what if you die?”

“Then I die.” You told her. “And my duty is done.”

She speaks to you like you are a conscript in some distant conflict. Though Karin remembers you as the little boy she had to leave behind, she doesn't understand the blood you spilled and the war you waged. Karin pursed her lips and reached for your face.

This time, you felt her fingers touch your cheek, you almost jumped in surprise, but it was a familiar, warm, and welcoming touch.

“I can't stop you, can I?” She asked.

“No…You can't.” You confirmed.

“Then please… Be careful.”

You nodded and took a step away.

“When I come back–” You spoke with confidence. “–can we talk?”

“Yes…Of course.” Said Karin with a soft smile.

With a bow, you left Lady Karin's property, and made your way back to the training fields. You found Louis sometime later, and he led you to your new quarters. It was a single bedroom with a blanket and pillow lying on the floor, upon further inspection, you noticed there was a thin mattress underneath, some sort of traditional bedding?

You didn't sleep much that night, you didn't need to. Altogether you slept for about four hours, enough to keep you going without haze in your mind for the coming battle. It was less sleep and more of a battle meditation. For a paladin to do battle, they have to be in the right mind set. The worries a soldier would have must be gone from their mind. They can't think about home, or their comrades. They can only think about the task at hand, and how they will perform it.

They can only think about the enemy, and how they will kill them…

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bcc0a4 No.353176

>>353175

“Stay your blade against the innocent. Shedding their blood is the greatest dishonor.”

-Paladin code #1.

You were up early, before the call would be made. Your final prayers had to be made, to prepare your spirit in case of death in battle.

“With my blade…I slay them.” You announced as you lifted the sword in hand, your right hand on the grip, and your left on the blade.

“With my deeds, I honor him.” You continued. “Dear Lord, allow me to come back from another battle, so that I may continue to slay your enemies…”

You stood up and sheathed your blade, lifting your rifle from the makeshift altar you had constructed and pressing it against the magnet on the back of your armor.

“Mother, Father.” You took a step back. “I'm leaving.”

You stepped onto the grass and took a deep breath. Something caught your eye to your left, you turned and found Karin standing there, she was caught in mid stride, like she was going to pay you a visit.

“So.” She said sadly. “You're going then?”

“Its what I have to do.”

“Its funny.” Karin spoke. “I see you in front of me, in that armor, carrying those weapons…But it doesn't register, I can't see you as a fighter.”

“I can assure you.” You tried to smile. “This isn't the first time.”

“I suppose you're right.”

Karin approached and took your hand in hers, cupping her other hand against the back of yours. “Please, come back to me… I want to see you again.”

Her actions caught you off guard, you looked her in the eyes before pulling away. You didn't say a word, and marched off to war.

A war you have been waging since you were a child.

A war that will end today, one way or another.

-

“Rip and tear, until it is done.”

-Unknown.

You arrived at the field before the main walls. Levits and Wolfgang were before you, Rourke, Vladimir, and finally Louis soon after. You thought Gerald was late, but he came out of the woods soon after, returning to the main road.

The army had already encamped, archers along the wall with infantry and riflemen outside of the wall. It was Vladimir that brought up the obvious tactical advantage of fighting behind a wall, but we weren't holding out against a siege, the idea was to meet the enemy in battle, and kill them.

Kill until you are killed yourself, or until the enemy lies dead, this is not a war of survival for you, this is not a war to protect the citizenry, that is what the wall is for. No, this is a war of extermination.

You are to kill the Beasts until none remain, even if you have to hunt them like animals across the country, and if you are all slain in battle, then you will have killed so many that the survivors will be able to mop up for you.

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bcc0a4 No.353177

>>353176

Each Paladin came equipped with their weapon of choice. You had your longsword as well as your rifle, Rourke shared similar equipment. Levitz had with him a rifle as well, but carried a long combat knife as well as a steel tomahawk instead of a sword. Gerald carried a firearm the crafters referred to as a “shotgun”, and was armed with a fighting spear with a longer blade.

Wolfgang carried a battle axe as well as a revolver, nine bullets per cylinder, but could tear through beast armor and hide alike. Louis, the largest and physically the most powerful of the rest of you, was armed with his trusted halberd, as well as his firearm that the crafters dubbed a “machine-gun”, able to fire up to two hundred rounds in only a few seconds.

Vladimir, however, carried no blade, and was armed with a pistol on each side of his hip. Vladimir disliked using a melee weapon, and always preferred his own two hands, Louis may have been physically superior, but no one could strike like Vladimir, and the servos in the armor just increased that power.

The soldiers had gathered, ready in position before Wolfgang even had to order them. Spears, sword, gun, and bow, as well as whatever the volunteers brought to the fight. The volunteers increased their rank by at least two thousand, a better number than what was expected.

Yono and her samurai were away on horseback, much to her protests. She was to charge to battle at the sound of the first explosion, catching the beasts at the flank and hopefully thinning their ranks with the initial charge.

Rourke looked to you and the others, resting with his palm against the pommel of his sword. With a sniff and a deep breath, he looked forward again.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

You said nothing, as well as the others. Rourke took your answer and nodded, pressing the button on his helmet and allowing it to fold over his head and face.

“Then let the purgation begin…”

-

The ground quaked, the sound of tens of thousand hooves rumbled the earth. You could hear the hollering and roaring even over their march.

“Wolfgang.” You heard Rourke through your comm. “See to your men.”

“Sir.”

He left the group to join the front line, drawing his revolver from his side. You took the hand from the grip of your blade and instead drew the rifle from your back, chambering a round and switching off the safety. You had enough magazines to hopefully last you a good while, but you knew you couldn't kill them all from a distance, but you could cost them dearly.

“At the ready, lads.” Rourke told you. “Do not act until I say…”

-

Wolfgang stretched and spun the revolver with his finger. He tossed the weapon into the air and caught it by grip, if Rourke saw him do that then he's most likely going to get a lecture after the battle. He was confident, he always was, he did not believe in defeat, even when he had to retire from battle he would always return the next day to finish what he started. But here he could not retire, he would stay in the battle.

Wolfgang did not know what these men thought of him. Were they afraid of him? Did he simply annoy them? Or did they respect him? He didn't care for the answer, he had just hoped that his presence on the battlefield would be enough to hold the lines. He trusted in his brothers to do the duty, find the bastard and put him in the ground. And Wolfgang would lead the troops.

The Beasts came charging to the killing fields, only halting a few meters from the mine field. Gerald flicked his tongue from underneath his visor, he was hoping they would start the fireworks early. The beasts roared and taunted, brandishing their raw and barbaric weaponry. Spears of stone, cleavers, metal claws, each weapon seemed to be made by the beast that wielded them.

“They seem pissed about something.” Levitz commented.

“More like desperate.” You told him.

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bcc0a4 No.353178

>>353177

Something forced it's way through the crowed, pushing the smaller creatures aside. It was large, covered in pitch black fur, and carried a battle axe. Not a battle axe made by a beast, but one once wielded by a paladin. It wore thick, dirty iron armor, but neglected a helmet unlike some of its kin.

The large beast raised its axe into the air and roared loudly, being rewarded by even louder roar from the horde that stood behind him.

“There he is.” You heard Wolfgang announce over the comm. “Can anyone make that shot?”

You shouldered your rifle and aimed down the sights. He wasn't getting away, not this time.

“This has been a long time coming, you son of a bitch…” You growled under your breath.

You squeezed the trigger, the air rung with a loud crack. The horde fell silent as Ghula stumbled backwards, his armor sparked and shredded apart from the impact. You didn't hit him in the skull like you had hoped, but you got the message across.

Ghula bore his teeth and raised his axe again, roaring furiously. The horde roared in return and began to charge. They waved their weapons through the air, galloping and leaping, thrashing at one another to be the first into battle. One beast broke off from the others, gaining some distance, spear above his head and bellowing like an angry goat.

Then. There was a click.

The beast didn't have a chance to even notice. The ground erupted under his feet into a ball of hell fire. A moment later, another explosion occurred, followed by another, then a chain reaction.

“There it is.” Gerald sighed with relief.

Gerald waited a few more moments, letting the mines go off one after another. They were like a beautiful piano piece to him. He raised the kill switch in his hand, counting down in his head. Another mine went off, and the sky rained with gore, fur, and limbs. But through the smoke, the horde charged through, trampling the bloody remains of their fallen comrades.

Gerald waited patiently, allowing a few of them to cross the threshold before pressing down on the kill switch. The blast was deafening, eardrums popped, men flinched and staggered, and skin burned for a moment under the intense heat. The explosions rocked across the line, sending limbs and innards flying splattering across the ground around the explosions. The horde was rocked, they staggered and fell to the ground, but they were not perturbed.

Wolfgang turned towards the wall and spotted the archer captain. She was a thin woman with long white hair and long, pointed ears. She was an 'elf' or at least that's why Wolfgang was told. He nodded at her, she nodded back and readied an arrow from her quiver. She shouted, and the other soldiers on the wall did the same. Wolfgang raised his right arm and held it there.

The wave of beasts continued the charge, now at a closer range, some began to throw their weapons. Soldiers ducked and flinched as axes and spears dug into the dirt or slid across the morning dew of the grass. Very few were hit, and out of the ones that were, only ten were taken out of the fight, too injured to continue or killed from the attack.

Wolfgang narrowed his glare, watching the beasts come closer and closer. Finally, they leaped into the trench, the stronger beasts could leap over the pit, but most fell into it like a tide of water. He threw down his arm. The Elf shouted and the wall loosed their arrows.

Death rained down on the horde, catching them in their legs, their skulls, hearts, stomachs, eyes, whatever body part was exposed. Not all arrows met their mark, but the ones that did were devestating.

They began to climb over the trench, and it was time for Wolfgang to get about the true bloody business.

“First rank, make ready!” Wolfgang shouted, his voice amplified by the broadcaster in his helmet.

“MAKE READY!” His formation shouted in return, learning the words from Wolfgang himself.

They brought their rifles to bare, raising them to their shoulder.

“Take aim!” Wolfgang barked, raising his own revolver and picking a target.

“TAKE AIM!” They all shouted, lowering their barrels and choosing suitable targets to unleash their wrath.

“FIRE!”

Wolfgang pulled the trigger first, the bullet met its mark, tearing through the left eye of a goat-headed beast and removing the top-left of his cranium from the rest of his head. The first line squeezed the triggers and opened like the drums of an angry god. The volley mulched the enemy lines, toppling both the charging beasts and the ones lucky enough to have not been hit, or at least not fatally, by an arrow.

“Second rank, take aim!” Wolfgang ordered, pulling back the hammer of his revolver with his thumb.

The second rank repeated his order and brought their rifle to aim while the first rank crouched down, reloading their rifles in the meantime.

“Fire!”

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bcc0a4 No.353179

>>353178

Another volley, and more beasts fell. The second did the same as the first and the third line prepared their guns. Again, Wolfgang barked the orders and the volley opened up. Followed by the fourth line, and finally the fifth.

Thousands of beasts have died, or are dying, bodies littered the field and filled the trenches. Rourke flinched, Ghula was smart, or at least intelligent for a beast, and Rourke finally understood what he was doing.

The trenches had been filled, the weaker, omega males of the horde had been used to fill the gap like dirt. Their bodies had made a nice, compact bridge for their betters to run over. He cursed and readied his rifle.

Wolfgang managed one volley from each of his line, but the beasts were too close now, it was no longer feasible. He ordered all who could to fire at will, and had his captain prepare the other regiments for battle. The Zipangu captain bowed and waved a fan, the other warriors, the Ashigaru as they were called by their own people, readied spear and sword, and prepared to meet the beasts in battle.

The elf who commanded the wall, Lady Setsuna, ordered her soldiers to loose at will as well, filling the lines with arrows. Many met their mark, but more often than comfortable, the arrow would dash harmlessly off the beasts armor.

The beasts bellowed, raising their weapons into the air. Wolfgang emptied the cylinder of his revolver, killing six more before having to reload. With one swift movement, he fed his revolver with a fresh cylinder and brought his axe at the ready.

“Attack!” He ordered.

He led his men from the front line as they cheered and roared their own battle cry, Gunners followed as well, bringing their rifle, drawing their swords, or dropping the rifle in favor of the sword all together. The lines clashed, and utter chaos erupted.

“Now then!” Rourke turned to the rest of you. “Paladins! With me! For the love of your House and Keep! For the love of god! Attack!”

You advance at a run, rifle shouldered and ready. Every Paladin had decided on their duty, you had yours, Ghula must die. Louis was slower than the rest of you, carrying much heavier equipment. You heard his machine-gun roar from behind you as it tore into the exposed sides of the horde.

Finally, you closed the gap, and took aim as you charged. You squeezed the trigger of your rifle and was rewarded by a puff of red mist. A beast fell, and soon another when you squeezed the trigger again. You began to fire, picking your targets. You hit a beast in the side of the head, toppling it, another in the heart, one received a bullet to the lap, and then to the cranium. Each bullet punished the enemy, rending flesh and puncturing armor.

You fired forty five rounds, and killed fifty targets, bullets would tear through flesh and hit another, the exposed flank of the horde became a second battleground, away from the front fighting. Like a machine, you brought a new magazine to the front. You ejected the dispensed magazine, caught it in the same hand as your fresh magazine, and then loaded the fresh one. By the time you chambered a round you were in an optimal killing range. You traded off the rifle grip from your main hand to your off-hand, and drew your blade with the main. Your fired single handed, and caught three more beasts.

By now, the confusion had warn off, and the beasts were well aware of your presence. Dozens charged you, and you readied your blade.

You ducked under a battered club and dragged your blade across the creature's stomach with one quick slash. It fell to the ground and you quickly moved to the next. Another attacked and you pirouetted to its left, swinging your sword downwards and catching it at the elbow and removing its right arm from its body. The beast stumbled and you finished it with a bullet to the back of the head.

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bcc0a4 No.353180

>>353179

You readied your blade again, cutting through the chest plate of another beast, followed by a slash that removed the head of another, you disemboweled a third, and removed the legs of a forth. With the help of your servos, you leaped into another group, killing two more. Another beast charged into you and was stabbed through the chest, you lifted the beast and threw him from your sword into three of his comrades, firing your rifle into the downed combatants.

A new beast, a one eyed creature with a machete, charged you at your left flank. You dodge the blade and elbowed the bastard with your gun arm before driving the sword upwards, through its lower jaw and out through the top of its skull.

Turning to the right, you spotted another beast. It stumbled and backed away in fear, and you rewarded its hesitation with a bullet between the eyes. Another tried to run away, but only caught another bullet that pierced its spine and penetrated through the front of its chest, splattering the grass with even more gore.

Vladimir wasn't far from you, he had holstered his pistols long ago. The beast he was fighting was larger than he was, but it didn't seem to concern him. He leaped at the goat and dug his thumbs into its eyes, it roared in pain and attempted to throw him off, but Vladimir forced it to it's knees before digging his thumbs in further and then ripping it's skull in half.

Another beast attacked him, attempting to avenge its felled comrade, but was rewarded with a punch that tore off both its lower jaw and its snout, it died moments later. He charged catching another beast by surprise and removing its head with one fell punch, sending its skull spiraling through the air with a rope of blood following.

Levitz and Gerald had teamed up, back to back. The shorter of the two advanced and threw his tomahawk, cutting deeply into the chest of a beast. He rolled over its corpse and caught his tomahawk at the same time, leaping back to his feat and digging it into the skull of another opponent. The third attacked, and was greeted by a knife cutting into it's throat.

Gerald tailed soon after, firing shell after shell into the enemy lines.

Wolfgang held the line with his men, a fury on the battlefield, each axe strike killed two or three that attacked. The wall of spears held against the abominations, though men were falling, and falling quickly.

Another battle cry erupted, and the volunteers charged into battle, crashing into the side of the beast lines. One man caught a beast by the stomach with his pitch fork and forced it to the ground, stabbing it repeatedly. Another tackled a unsuspecting creature to the ground as well, and began to stab into the back of it's head with a sickle. A large man carrying a heavy club, caught an even large beast from behind with a bear hug, other men rushing to stab the screaming beast to death with daggers and kitchen knives.

Another man swung down with a chipped and rusting curved sword, cutting into the collar bone of a beast before he was killed himself.

They weren't soldiers, they were brawlers, looking only to fight and kill. But they weren't unwelcome, they did their part.

A horn blared, and the sound of hooves trampling the dirt became louder, Lady Yono and her cohort had finally arrived to the battle. The cavalry crashed into the back flank of the horde, cutting and trampling through the enemy line. Yono swung her blade and removed the head of a taller beast before flying into the thick of it.

The beasts were now entirely surrounded, they had nowhere to run.

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bcc0a4 No.353183

>>353180

Yono cut a swath through their ranks, her horse trampling many of them. She glanced only briefly to check the situation. Her samurai were doing well, Lady Bon had just crushed a beast under her oni club. These things weren't as tough as she had expected, maybe she was worried for nothing.

Her lack of focus was her downfall, however, and Yono quickly felt her horse give in under her. She fell forward and rolled on the ground, landing in the blood soaked grass. She cringed in pain and tried to stand up, only to find a hoof planted on her chest. She gasped for aim and tried to force the hoof off, the beast above her snarled, and raised its weapon, it had no intention to kill her, no use letting good meat go to waste, but she can't fight without her limbs, can she?

Yono desperately reached for the sword not far from her, her crocodile eyes narrowing, she began to panic, she didn't want to be defeated here, not like this.

A moment later, she felt blood splatter on her face, she winced and closed her eyes, opening them a moment later. The beast above her had a spear thrust through its back and out its stomach. It bubbled at the mouth and tried to pull the spear from itself, only to be lifted into the air.

It was that Paladin, that taller, dopey one…His name was Louis, wasn't it? Louis had the pike of his halberd through the beast's spine, he lifted it into the air before tossing it off to the side.

“Are you alright, lady Yono?” He asked, offering her a hand.

“I-…” She stuttered, taking his hand.

He lifted her effortlessly. “Keep your head on your shoulders, you can't lose focus in battle.”

“I-I know that!” She protested.

“Then start doing it.” He advised her before returning to the fray.

Yono gritted her teeth, she was fuming with anger, but this was no time to fight the Paladins, focus on the real enemy instead.

-

You had cut a bloody swath through the enemy, but your target was nowhere to be seen. You had some respite, distance had been made between the enemy and yourself, enough to reload your gun. You fed it a new magazine and chambered a round, but you caught a sound from behind you, the charging hooves.

You quickly turned around, but it was too late to properly defend yourself. All you could do was bring your rifle up in defense.

The axe blade forced you on your back, splitting your gun and cutting into your chest plate. It didn't cut through the armor…But the rifle was split in half. The massive beast stood over you, roaring and bringing down his axe a second time. You scrambled to the left, letting the axe head cut into the ground before you straightened and kicked with your right boot, catching the beast by the groin.

It stumbled and you rolled back, catching your sword and readying it for battle.

Ghula stood before you, digging his left hoof into the ground repeatedly and snarling at you, his axe at the ready.

“You!” His voice was garbled and strained, a voice not suited for language bellowing the best it could, mimicking your language. “How dare you!?”

“Dare I?” You asked, standing up straight.

“You! Hunted us! Killed us! Brought us to this! Many, Many dead!” Ghula roared. “Now! Still kill us!?”

“What were we supposed to do?” You asked bluntly. “Let you rebuild so you could come back?”

“You killed many!”

“And you haven't?” You asked.

There was a wide space between Ghula, you, and the rest of the battle, like the beasts allowed their warchief to have his duel. A test of strength.

“How many have you slaughtered?” You shouted. “How many have you raped? Pillaged? Tortured!?”

“Those!” He protested. “Not. Beast!”

“I see.” You understood him, not that you sympathized. Ghula saw this as an affront, lesser creatures killing the clearly superior race. That obviously wasn't the case.

“Many dead!” Ghula snarled. “Haunt you forever! May you never sleep again!”

“What makes you think they haunt me?” You asked.

Ghula stopped, he closed his snarling maw and straightened his back, the questioned confused him. Maybe even startled the mighty beast.

“I sent them to hell.” You informed him coldly and plainly. “I sleep just fine.”

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210817 No.353190

File: 2419bb683e2e1fa⋯.jpg (1.29 MB,1000x1423,1000:1423,Goblin Slayer gold.jpg)

>>353176

>Rip and Tear

YES

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52286b No.353266

>>353183

boi

This some good shit, gets my blood pumping.

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cddd27 No.353326

File: 895df70eb1d8ad7⋯.gif (297.12 KB,500x281,500:281,laughskelbomber.gif)

>>353183

oh boy

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bcc0a4 No.353962

Ghula stood frozen, completely still at your words. They didn't process right away, but what you said soon hit him. His confused glare quickly turned into a furious snarl, and he charged, his only concern now was with killing you.

Your rifle was gone, only your sword remained, you prepared yourself and aided him in closing the gap between the two of you. Your blade vibrated with the clash, paladin steel against paladin steel. His strike was heavy and powerful, but not enough to throw you off balance.

You planted your feet into the dirt, ripping the sword from the deadlock and attempting a stab at his side, but Ghula knocked it out of the way with the side of his axe and brought it around for an overhead swing. You managed to dodge it, the wind from the blow kissing against your helmet as you rolled to the side.

Beasts were viscous, undisciplined, and brutish, but Ghula was different. He went in to kill, not to fight, and he got very good at killing. He had to, he carried the axe of a Paladin with him, a monument to his past successes.

You rushed in for another attack, taking the blade in both hands and dashing right around his axe, with a pirouette, you span and swung the sword into Ghula's side. The attack was met with the sound of metal against metal, you were surprised, taking off guard, the blade did not cut through beast armor as it usually did, or even made much of a dent at all. Ghula twisted backwards, bringing his axe around for another attack.

You narrowly dodged the blow, leaning backwards as the head of the axe scraped against your visor. You stumbled and fell back into a roll, regaining your balance and preparing your blade once again. Ghula's weapon wasn't the only piece of Paladin gear he carried, but his armor as well, battered and smashed to fit his hulking form.

The axe clashed with your sword again, once again bringing you into deadlock. Ghula's hooves dug into the dirt and he constantly had to re-position himself, the servos in your armor assisting you with the struggle. But it wasn't advantageous for you either, even with the armor, Ghula was freakishly powerful, even stronger than the largest of beasts.

You pressed your left hand against the side of the blade and forced him away, bringing your sword around for a strike at the exposed neck. Ghula caught your blade in his gauntlet, blood seeping down the shaft. He wrapped his fingers around the sword and threw it aside, ripping it from your grip.

You backed away, but you couldn't get passed him to the blade.

Instead, you waiting for another strike, and leaped into it. Ghula wheezed in shock as your back smashed into his chest while you got a grip on his axe. You struggled with the beast for a few seconds before prying the axe out of his hand, but he pushed forward before you could grab on to it properly. The axe bounced and slid across the grass, out of reach from either of you.

You sighed with frustration and swung back with your elbow. You caught Ghula by the snout, smashing in his nose and breaking his front teeth. He roared in fury and pushed you away before returning a blow of his own.

His fist smashed into your visor, sending a vibration of shock through your skull. You cursed under your breath, and staggered back. A second blow was thrown towards your head, but you brought your arms up this time, letting his fist crack against your forearms.

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bcc0a4 No.353963

>>353962

With an opening, you moved forward and sent a boot into Ghula's chest, staggering him and opening him up for another blow. With the opportunity, you leaped into him and gored him in the chest with your shoulder, lifting him from the ground and smashing him back-first into the dirt.

You scrambling on top of him, gaining the upper hand and bringing your fists down into his jaw, one after the other. You landed three blows before he caught you by the wrist and lunged forward with a headbutt to the visor.

Your vision cracked this time, you felt the steel dent against your face and cut into the bridge of your nose. Before you could recuperate, another first crashed into your helmet, then another.

The third strike broke the visor completely, breaking it into two pieces and sending it flying through the air. Ghula's next attack struck your unprotected nose.

What was left of the helmet did little to stop the blow, you felt the blood swell in your nostrils and mouth. Stunned, you staggered forward and tried to strike the beast again.

Ghula easily dodged the dazed attack and caught you in an embrace. He lifted you from the ground and began to squeeze. You gritted your teeth in pain, the armor of your arms bending, with your arms themselves pressing force into your sides. You felt the pressure on your ribs, and soon began to feel them give way, followed by a horrendous pain.

“I'll squeeze the life out of you, wretch!” Ghula taunted, spitting into your face.

No one was coming to help you, if this continued you would surely die, you had a minute, if not less. You looked back at Ghula, teeth still grit, you had one avenue left to attack. Leaning in, you opened your mouth and dug your teeth into Ghula's neck.

Ghula shrieked in pain, your teeth digging into his fur and flesh. Vile red ichor filled your mouth as you bit down harder, tearing into his exposed neck with your teeth.

“GET OFF ME!” Ghula roared, letting go of his grip and pushing you away.

You fell to the ground some meters away, but not without taking a chunk of Ghula with you. He held his neck, blood pouring freely from the wound, and what was left of his teeth now bear and covered in blood.

You were on one knee, looking back at him as you spat the flesh from your mouth. Ghula roared again and charged at you, raising his arms above his head, ready to beat you to death. Something caught your eye, in his panic, Ghula didn't realize where he threw you.

You waited for Ghula to close the distance before you made your move. As he barreled down on you, ready to finish his task, you quickly grabbed the sword from the ground and brought it to bear. With one quick strike, you thrust forward and stabbed the blade into Ghula's mouth.

The blade dug deep and pierced through the back of his through and out the other side. Ghula froze in shock, his fingers quivering at the sudden jolt of pain through his mouth. He fell to his knees as you rose to yours, struggling to stand on both feet, but you managed.

He gurgled and coughed, bubbling blood forming in his mouth as he did so. You decided to finally end the creature once and for all, and put it out of it's misery. You reached with your left hand and grabbed on to the blade of the weapon. With a grunt of effort, you twisted the blade to the right, twisting Ghula's neck with it. Your efforts were rewarded with a sickening crack and pop as Ghula went limp, and, with a boot to the beast's chest, you removed the sword before striking him again, removing Ghula's head from his shoulders.

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bcc0a4 No.353964

>>353963

Your breaths were labored, you took the time to look around the battle field. Hundreds dead, thousands wounded, the battlefield reeked of blood, sweat, urine, and feces. But the army of Zipangu cheered in victory. The beasts lied dead by the thousands, and those who weren't dead were either dying or killed by a warrior that found them. The punji traps were filled with corpses, and it might be easier to simply throw dirt on the trenches rather than hoist out all of those corpses.

“Everyone, report.” You heard from your comm in your ear. It was Rourke, it was good to hear his voice.

“I'm still here…” Levitz spoke.

“Still breathing…” Wolfgang's voice was labored, but he was still alive.

“Out of ammo, but I'm alive.” Gerald spoke up.

“I'm still kicking.” you finally added. “Visors gone and have some broken bones, but I'm alive.”

The comm was missing some voices.

“Louis…?” Rourke spoke up. “Vladimir?”

The comm suddenly crackled with a new voice.

“Louis here…” He spoke up. “I just found Vladimir…”

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bcc0a4 No.353965

>>353964

You were the last to find Louis, having to limp to the site. He stood a few meters away from a pile of corpses surrounded by even more littering around them. Midway up the pile sat Vladimir, resting atop his handy work.

Closer inspection, you noticed something was wrong. His chestplate was cracked and bleeding, his left arm looked broken, and there were half a dozen spears protruding from his back. Rourke was the one to climb the pile of corpses, reaching Vladimir.

“Is that you…Captain?” Vladimir spoke through his crackling and distorted comm voice.

Rourke shook his head and reached around Vladimir's helmet, opening his visor. Vladimir looked back at him with a black eye and a blood nose and mouth, he did his best to smile before spitting off to the side.

“I'm here, Vladimir.” Rourke told him. “By god, what happened?”

“I got to…Into it, Captain.” Vladimir explained. “Lost track of where I was, got separated from any help… Before I knew it I was surrounded.”

He coughed, and Rourke stopped him from falling over.

“I didn't want to put you all…At risk… You were needed on…The battle…field…Not helpi…Helping me.”

“Vladimir…” Rourke took a deep breath.

“Hey…Captain.” Vladimir looked at him again. “Did…Did I do good?”

Rourke held back his own emotion, all he did was smile for his dying comrade.

“You defended the faith until the very end.” Rourke told him. “That's more than anyone can ask of you.”

He didn't lie to Vladimir, he already knew he was dying, he just needed to hear one thing before he could go.

“Good…” Vladimir nodded slowly. “That's all…That's all that really…Matters…”

Vladimir's head lulled downwards, Rourke watched as the life left his eyes, giving the closest thing to a peaceful death that a Paladin could have. He closed Vladimir's eyes with his thumbs and stood up, stepping down form the pile of corpses.

“Can anyone take him?” He asked.

“Yeah…I got it.” Louis nodded, handing his weapons to Gerald.

Rourke nodded back and turned to you. “You don't look so good.”

“Had a run in with Ghula.” You told him. “The bastard's dead now.”

“Good…Then maybe this is finally over.”

Yono wiped the sweat from her brow, she took in a deep breath and tried to get a grip on the situation. The fighting had stopped, but some of the soldiers with spears were busy killing the beasts left injured on the ground. Others spent their time pulling their injure comrades away from the killing fields, and others more were looking for survivors among the dead.

She spotted the Paladins, the taller one particularly. She wanted to chew him out, who was he to tell a Samurai what she can and cant do? She began her advance, but stopped in place. The taller one, that Louis fellow, had someone in his arms. It was another Paladin, his body limp, the way he was carried and how the others kept their head down or looked away from him, he was obviously dead.

Yono's tail flicked and here eyes softened. She took a deep breath and a step back, it was easier to just leave them be, no use starting anything at a time like this. She turned her back to them, and joined the rest of the army in searching the bodies.

The trek back was grueling. Levitz offered you aid but you rejected it, the sudden realization that you had your rifle destroyed dawned on you after the battle, not to mention the death of a brother Paladin, maybe one that you could have saved if you focused and didn't partake in Ghula's little ghoul.

The shame was far too great.

You entered the city to cheering townspeople, hailing their soldiers as heroes. You and the other Paladins didn't wave back, and simply carried your fallen to his final rest, a pyre to send his soul to the sun himself. Vladimir worshiped the sun, it would be an insult to entomb him in the earth.

Through the crowed, you noticed someone looking at you. Karin stood behind the rest, her hands clasped together. She seemed to sigh in relief when you looked at her. You raised your hand to give her a short wave, but your hand didn't raise.

Your feet fumbled under you, and your breath became heavy, the crowed gasped in shock, and the last thing you saw was Rourke attempting to catch you before everything went dark.

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4ef1b3 No.354161

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>>353965

>cliffhanger

how mean…

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bcc0a4 No.354267

>>353965

“Do not dwell on theoretical enemies. Act against the practical.”

-Paladin proverb.

It was a struggle to open your eyes. The back of your head ached, like a spike was driven through your brain. Every muscle fought against you, demanding that you did not move. You rejected their demand and struggled to open your eyes. The light of the midday blinded you for a few moments, forcing you to squint through the haze.

“Get up…” You murmured to yourself.

Your face contorted with pain, but you fought against it and rose yourself up with your forearms, groaning as your sore muscles fought against you. You weren't wearing your armor anymore. There was a single pad against your right pectoral, used to help with the bleeding of some kind. You turned your head to your right towards the open window, spotting a bin filled with bloody bandages.

“Oh!” A voice caused you to jump. “Are you awake?”

You turned your head to the left and saw a woman sitting on her knees not far from you. The woman had long, violet blue hair and a matching robe that was more revealing than you were comfortable with.

A pair of animal ears flicked atop her head, and a tail wished gracefully behind her.

Every now and then, a shock of electricity seemed to emit from her body, only slightly and only for a moment.

She looked at you with emerald green eyes and stood up, approaching you and sitting back down beside you. You only now noticed that you were lying in some kind of roll-up mattress, a velvet blanket drabbed over you.

“How are you feeling?” She asked.

“Where is everyone?” You asked in return. “Where are my brothers?”

“Don't worry, they're here.” She assured. “I was assigned by the Empress herself to make sure you make a full recovery.”

“You're…A doctor?”

She nodded. “Of the imperial court, yes. The Empress believes that one Paladin death in a foreign war is more than enough, we don't need more sacrifices.”

The woman raised your blanket and began to examine you. You hesitated, but she did say she was the imperial physician. She pressed her hand against your bare chest, then your abdomen and rib cage. You felt a slight jolt from her finger tips, causing you to flinch.

“Hm…” She pulled her hand away. “Everything seems to be in order. Your body may be brittle for awhile, but that comes with healing magic, I suppose.”

“Am I…allowed to go?” You asked.

“I don't know.” The doctor suddenly had a mischievous smirk on her face as she leaned towards you. You leaned back in surprise as she suddenly pressed her body against yours, reaching over with her left arm and planting it around you and against the bed below. “Are you sure you don't want to take a test ride first?”

The sliding door leading into the room suddenly slammed open. The doctor sat up in surprise and slowly turned her head towards the door. Karin stood at the door, an unpleasant glare piercing through the doctor.

“I-I-I think you're good to go!” The doctor nodded before scooting away. “Yup, all better, just be careful and you should be fine!”

The doctor hurried out of the room past Karin, who was still giving her a death stare until she left. Karin looked back at you and smiled.

“Its good to see you awake.” She told you. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I was hit with a ton of bricks.” You groaned.

“Sounds about right.” A new voice added.

Rourke stepped into the room after Karin. He wasn't wearing his armor, just a pair of pants and a black sleeveless shirt.

“Captain.” You tried to stand up to salute.

“Its fine, boy.” He assured you. “Take it easy, you've been out for almost two weeks.”

“Two weeks!?” You were taken aback by his words.

“The doctors had to put you under some kind of deep sleep to administer their healing magics.” He explained. “Because of the injuries you sustained, you weren't going to be waking up any time soon. Or at least that's what they told me.”

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bcc0a4 No.354268

>>354267

“Two weeks…” You looked down. “Then that means…”

“Right…” He sighed. “You did miss us sending Vladimir off. But I'm sure he would understand.”

“And…The others?” You asked.

“Well.” Rourke leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. “Levitz went hunting with a handful of Samurai, if there were any enemy survivors, he would find them. Wolfgang was helping with clean up, now he just kind of overtook garrison command and is keeping everyone in shape… Louis is…Hiding…”

“Hiding?”

“Lady Yono wants a piece of him.” He explained. “Has been challenging him to a duel for the past week now. Louis isn't really keen on fighting her.”

“Is he afraid of her?” You asked.

“You could say that.” Rourke confirmed. “Not of her martial prowess, though I doubt she is lacking, but he doesn't really want to hurt her.”

You had to imagine Louis “hiding” in your head, and tried not to laugh at the almost 7 foot tall man hiding behind a fence post or under a box.

You found both the strength and courage to stand up, the pain was unbearable, but you could do it. Karin instinctively ran to your side and helped you from the bed.

“Are you alright?” She asked.

“Yeah…I think so.”

Rourke left and came back with fresh clothing, the usual under-wear for a Paladin out of armor. You thanked him and put them on, giving you some decency.

“How long are we staying?” You asked.

“You are in no condition to sail.” Rourke told you. “You may be able to move, but you still have some injuries.”

“How bad was it?”

“Well, most of your ribs were broken.” He said bluntly. “Multiple lacerations, torn organs, it was a wonder how you were still standing.”

“Oh…”

“Mamono magic is apparently a miracle.” Rourke state. “They said you were good as new, but even with the miracle…You're still a little…Brittle.”

“So I won't be joining Levitz in the hunt, I take it…”

Karin opened her mouth to object, Rourke raised his hand and stopped her.

“Levitz has it covered. Whatever weaseled they're way out of the fight won't really hold their own against him, especially since he has back up. But you, you need to rest, take time off, enjoy yourself.”

“I was…” Karin spoke up finally. “Meaning to ask…If I could look after him while he recovered.”

Rourke looked at her with a raised brow.

“We have a history.” She explained. “I know the city, perhaps it would be fortuitous if he spent time with me while recovering.”

“A history…?” Rourke turned to her. “You wouldn't happen to have ulterior motives for one of my Paladins, would you?”

Karin's face turned flush red, taken aback by the comment. “H-how dare you!?” She chimed with a flustered tone.

Rourke gave her an accusative, yet light spirited glare. Karin wilted under his eyes and turned away.

“I…Just want to make sure he is well, is all.”

“Its not up to me.” Rourke suddenly stated with a shrug. “He's a man, he can decide for himself.”

“Well…” You thought about it.

“I don't have time for you anyway, pup.” Rourke waved you off. “An injured Paladin is no use to anyone. Spend some time with the lady, stay out of our way.”

Your eye twitched, you knew what he was doing…

“I guess…It would be alright.”

“Good. Then I don't have to worry about you.” He shrugged again and headed for the door. “I leave you in the care of Lady Karin. If you need me, you'll know where to find me.”

“I actually don't know where to find you.” You informed him.

“Not my problem.” Once again, he shrugged. The shrugging was starting to get annoying.

You were left alone with Karin, who had her hands clasped together under her robe.

“W…Well then.” Karin fidgeted. “Shall we- Shall we gather your things?”

You looked at her and then nodded. “I think I can manage that.”

You began to grab what you could, your sore muscles impeding your progress. Karin tried to pick up everything before you could, but you still managed to fill your hands.

“Lead the way.” You told her awkwardly.

Karin nodded and led you out of the small room. You followed behind her, almost forgetting the questions you wanted to ask.

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4ef1b3 No.354337

>>354268

>out for two weeks

oh my, I hope he hasn't undergone too much muscle atrophy.

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acf9b3 No.354970

>>354268

I hope someone is "pastebining" all of this

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acf9b3 No.354980

>>354970

forgot to sage, sorry

sorry

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bcc0a4 No.355142

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Ran into a bit of writers block, if it wasn't obvious.

I'm also working on three other projects unrelated to monster girls, I'll be back once my thought process decides to cooperate with me again.

Here, have this while you wait.

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4ef1b3 No.355267

>>355142

good luck with all your projects

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8aeace No.358133

>be deaf anon

>it has been some years since the sudden appearance of FUK

>on a flight to FUK, surrounded by other passengers

>most of them are men, possibly here on similar business like mine

>the few that aren’t men, are monster girls – possibly just going back home or had business overseas

>rubs my forehead and wonder about how I end up on a flight to FUK of all places

>not that I’m complaining but from what I’ve read, it’s basically one-way trip in almost all cases

>only got here somehow when I saw a strange email that asked me if I was dissatisfied with the direction of my life and whether I would like to try a new adventure, with a link that directed me to a questionnaire and a form at end

>played along with it and filled it in as honestly as I can, without giving away too much. For something that looks like a typical junk email, it’s actually surprisingly detailed and the questions aren’t vague for once

>never thought I would get a reply at the end that quickly though. Whoever it was on other side was excited to have me answering questions and filling in the form

>don’t have anything special planned in my life and future, so I ended up going within the following weeks after preparations

>will admit that I have another reason for going

>has read various rumours, one that interests me – namely the incubization process that only affects males, which apparently cures wounds and diseases of known kinds

>a part of me is hoping that I don’t have to be deaf anymore

>but even so, it seems like a weak self-centred reason to go to FUK, it feels like I’m taking advantage of their kindness especially when they invited me to their kingdom

>looking around me, I’m confident that those guys have far better reasons to go to FUK than I do

>snap out of my negative thoughts, got to gather confidence and meet up with my assigned partner

>the flight lands at last

>as we were led to the terminal after going through security checkpoint and luggage claims, every male passenger is picked up by their assigned partner

>eventually end up alone as everyone already had their assigned partner guiding them off to explore FUK

>left wondering what happened to my assigned partner

>the succubus overseer in charge of the assigned partner program waved at me and I waved back

>she’s still waving at me

>curious, I decide to go ahead and try to talk with her as much as I can

>did I mention I hate having to talk since I can’t speak as well as I think

>flip out a notebook and a pen I had in my pocket, write down that ‘I’m waiting for my partner’ to her

>she lifts an eyebrow, wondering about something

>possibly wondering why I don’t talk

>out of the corner of my eye, I see a squishy figure drawing close to our location and the succubus noticed too

>it’s a mindflayer

>she’s dressed rather modestly in her white floral dress, compared to the succubus’s blazer and skirt

>she arrives next to me, out of breath and bowing furiously to the overseer and me, is she apologizing to us?

>she turns to face me and starts to use her hands to talk with me via sign language

>she says she's sorry for being late as she overslept, was too excited to sleep with thoughts of seeing me at last

>at least she’s cute when she’s flustered like that

>she signs better than I do, but at least we can understand each other

>she hugs my left arm, dragging me with her out of the airport for our tour together

>she feels soft and squishy, especially with her body so close to me

More?

Feedback is always welcome. So feel free to bully me.

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cc1f73 No.358135

>>358133

More would be good. My one "criticism" is that, for someone who doesn't seem to know too much about FUK/monster girls (he only knows of incubization as a rumor he's read after FUK appeared), would he necessarily know what a mindflayer is compared to the kinds of monster girls normal people are likelier to know, like succubi, vampires, werewolves, mermaids, etc.?

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bcc0a4 No.358270

>>354268

Karin couldn't help but glance over at him. It would be difficult for a regular human to spot, but Karin wasn't human. He had a limp, a slight jostle to his step. He was in bed for a week, it makes sense that he would struggle in his movements, that's not what bothered her. What bothered her is that he was trying to hide it. It wasn't out of pride or ego, but almost like an animal trying to hide its weakness. Although they were in the city, and away from any obvious attackers, he was still vigilant.

It was still hard for Karin to believe that the little boy she took care of all those years ago turned into this man, even more so now that he wasn't behind a layer of thick armor. He was so small back then, and quite the cry baby. But still, she loved him. How he would always draw her pictures or bring her a flower he found in the fields, or ask her to read him a story before bed. His mother loved him as well, to be sure, but the life of nobility can be a busy one, especially for his family.

But Karin never expected to see him like…This. Maybe as a knight of the house, but not a Paladin. It would be a struggle for her to push the thoughts out of her mind, of a smaller, gentler boy. But that was the life of an immortal, years tend to blend into one another…But that wasn't going to be a problem for her anymore…

You followed closely beside Karin, almost out of instinct. It was like a part of you was afraid that she would leave again. That weakness angered you to an extent, you thought you had gotten over something like this.

She stood shorter than you now, and that didn't really sink in until just now. She came up to your chest, with her ears giving her a little leniency and poking to around your eyes. She had to carry herself with esteem, holding her hands together under the sleeves of her robes. You were told that the lilac colored robe she was wearing was called a kimono, and it was rather common wear in these parts.

People seemed to recognize you as you past, maybe not personally but most likely because of your foreign appearance. They seemed to give you space, nothing wanting to get in your way, not out of fear but out of respect. You recognized some of the men you passed, a man with an eye patch stopped to bow to you, you only responded by a lower of your head. Many more seemed more casual about the meetings, a man eating a ball of rice stopped to smile and wave, another with three fingers missing on his left hand waved to you with his right.

Wolfgang was known as a strict teacher, but some of his more casual side seemed to have been absorbed into these men.

You also passed a few Samurai, the women warriors of the Zipangu people. They seemed more dismissive of you, but not without an air of respect. They allowed you to pass, something that they didn't seem to do for others, who simply moved around the Samurai like water against rocks.

“They're not all women, you know?”

Karin's voice suddenly took you out of your observant trance, you raised your head and looked at her. She looked back at you with a smile before looking forward again.

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bcc0a4 No.358271

>>358270

“There are men in the Samurai rank?” You asked.

“Few, the Empress prefers her elite to be Mamono.” She explained. “But some of the soldiery prove themselves in battle, and find themselves in the nobility rank.”

“Nobility through merit, huh?” You repeated to yourself.

“It was not the same back home, was it?” Karin asked. “At least I don't remember it being like that.”

“Sometimes a commoner would be adopted into a house.” You explained in return. “Usually prominent soldiers as well. It would be a waste to leave a martial mind as a common soldier.”

“And Paladins?”

“They took anyone that could survive their training. Brother Levitz was a fisher alongside his father until the beasts burned his village to the ground. An Brother-Captain Christoph didn't join the order until he was 40.”

“You're very open about your comrades.” Karin commented.

“We…Don't usually hide things like that.” You explained further. “Those are lives we leave behind, when we join the order.”

“I see…”

Your trip led you through the market area, with stalls set up by the citizenry selling all kinds of products. The battle didn't seem to have affected the local economy. The smell of vegetables, meats, and fish was ripe in the area, it was a welcome smell to you, removing the memory of blood and body fluids from your nostrils.

But someone caught your eye, a strange sight. A human man, standing taller than everyone else in the market, even some of the taller Mamono. He wore working clothes, tan, sleeveless shirt and a pair of short legged pants. The man also had a finely trimmed mustache, but upon closer inspection you noticed the mustache to be fake.

It was Louis, not that it was hard to tell, considering he was the only foreigner selling goods in the market. He was speaking in broken Zipangese, you couldn't understand him but you knew he was trying to sell his goods.

“Louis.” You spoke to him as you approached.

He jumped and slowly turned to you.

“Oh!” He seemed surprised. “Its good to see you're up and about. How are you feeling?”

“What are you doing?” You asked.

Louis stopped and then looked behind him at the stand he had opened.

“Selling fish.” He responded.

“Why?”

Louis looks around before leaning in and taking off his fake mustache. “I'm hiding from lady Yono.”

“Lady Yono?”

“She challenged me to a duel.” Louis explained. “A few days after we sent Vladimir off.”

The words cut into you like a dagger, you cringed and broke eye contact for a moment.

“There was nothing any of us could do.” Louis' usual comedic demeanor dropped instantly. “Vladimir lost himself in the blood lust. He died the only way he could.”

His words didn't bring you much closure, but Vladimir was with god now, and that would have to do.

“Are you being escorted?” Louis asked, looking to Karin.

“Marga-” you stopped yourself. “Lady Karin volunteered to watch over me as I heal.”

“Very well.” Louis nodded. “Then I won't keep you. Excuse me, I have fish to sell.”

Louis put his mustache back on and returned to advertising his fish in broken Zipangese. His disguise wouldn't last long, if at all. It was only until Yono decided to look for him in the market and he would be on the run again. You looked to Karin, who nodded and led you along again.

Somethings had bothered you, the obvious being your reunion with Margaret, or Karin as she was truly named. You could tell by her uneasiness around you that she was not use to you, or at least this you. If you were still that little boy then she would have probably scooped you up and smothered you in joyous hugs and kisses.

She seemed so…Sad. An aura of guilt loomed over her, like a rainfall that would never cease. She blamed herself for not coming back to you, that much was clear, but your status as a Paladin seemed to affect her most of all. She had always expected you to be a knight of the house or perhaps even a scholar, but you were neither. You were a killer, the wrath of the Unconquered Sun made manifest, the redeeming angel of God.

Or at least that is what they told you constantly at the monasteries and keeps. Truth is, the titles bestowed to you by clerics and tradition didn't stick with you, it didn't really stick with any of the Paladins you knew. They were faithful, to be sure, they fought in the name of God, the Unconquered Sun. But underneath all that armor, rifles, and blade, you were still human. Perhaps your humanity is what gave the order its prestige?

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bcc0a4 No.358272

>>358271

One tail… Karin only had one tail, the sign of a mortal fox. You didn't see the others much, but the handmaidens you did see always had eight. The features still didn't register with you. When Karin was Margaret, she was completely human, you never saw an ounce of inhumanity in her. Now, the tail, the ears, even her eyes are different.

The tail… The… Tail. Swishing back and forth behind her, protruding from a hole cut into her kimono. It was long, almond colored with a white tip, and so fluffy looking… It wasn't real? Right? You had had no experience with mamono before, but this was some kind of illusion. It had to be, they looked so human.

The beasts, they were clearly inhuman, but the mamono, they are almost human. You could mistake them for a human woman from a distance. Or at least the ones without goat legs or the lower torso of a spider.

It flicked and wagged as Karin walked, hypnotizing you, you had to know it's secrets! You would not be fooled by the trickery of the land, the mamono, they were simply illusionists, witches and mages who threw their enemies off with illusionary magic. You knew Karin from when you were a child, you would have remembered a tail!

With a furrowed, determined brow, you advanced on her, hands outstretched. With a valorous hand you wrapped your fingers around her “tail” and squeezed it in between your fingers.

Karin froze with a sharp yelp, a shock jolting up her spine. She arched her back and unlocked her hands in surprise. The tail was…Soft, and fluffy, pleasant to the touch. You stood there for a moment with the tail in your hand, the silky fur gently brushed against your fingers.

“Hm.” You grunted inquisitively.

It was definitely real, the way it protested and wiggled in your grip. It's pleasant sensation had you forget your current situation, however.

You slowly raised your gaze, seeing Karin glaring back at you. Her face was bright red, and her lips were trembling.

“What…” She gulped. “What do you think you're doing?”

“Oh…I…Uh….” You stammered.

“Have I succeeded in satiating your curiosity…?” She squeaked.

“…Yes.” You answered with a guilty tone.

“Then…C-Could you please release my tail?”

You looked down, only now realizing that you were still holding on to her tail. You released it and stood up straight, a wave of embarrassment flowing over you. Karin took her tail in her own hands and brushed it gently, a pout on her lips.

“To touch a lady's tail so brashly… I never.” She complained before allowing her tail to straighten on it's own.

She glanced back at you, the cold stare causing you to straighten like a statue.

“Now then…If you are done.” She took a deep breath. “Can we continue…?”

“Y…Yes…” You nodded in shame.

“Good.” She turned away and raised her nose into the air, continuing her walk.

You followed behind her with your head lowered, but you could hear her mutter to herself.

“He still is just like a little boy…” She whispered. “I never…”

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acf9b3 No.358283

>>358133

>>358135

The FUK probably informs the partner about the species of his companion, but still.

Maybe a little explanation about him googling about mindflayers and finding a lot of info about brain sucking monsters from D&D monster manuals and beecoming paranoid about it would have been fun

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8aeace No.358435

>>358133

>she signals down a nearby wagon pulled by a centaur and got us on board

>she lets go of my arm and sat on the seat facing me, her back to the centaur as I sit in the back facing her for easy conversation

>she signs to me that her name is Mary and she’s happy to meet me at last. She wanted to know one thing though, why wasn’t I worried to see her when she arrived to greet me

>ask her what she means by that question

>she paused, hesitant to sign what she was going to say fully

>she finally asks me if I’m comfortable being around her

>not sure on what she’s talking about but then realized

>ask her if she’s worried about me being uncomfortable with mindflayers

>she nods

>well, can’t say I don’t blame her

>amongst rumours of the incubization process, there’s mentions of several monstergirls I haven’t heard about until weeks ago when I prepared for my trip to FUK, barring the local folklore ones in my homeland

>one species I haven’t read about until recently is some kind of aquatic species, mindflayer

>apparently they’re a regular thing in tabletop and video games, their appearance tends to be a humanoid octopus-like being with a focus on confusion and insanity spells

>never mind the horror stories of them eating brains with their tentacles like noodles

>will admit to knowing very little about them, save for their appearance in general

>think I’ve seen at least one on a medical channel, talking about her work supporting the combat veterans coping with trauma

>doesn’t seem like trouble to me at least

>except her kin have the ability to manipulate memories

>there are mixed reception toward her kind because of that, from what I gathered online

>an ability like that should make anyone paranoid

>still, Mary already seems like a nice girl

>admit that I’m still skeptical about mindflayers but I want to give her a chance. It wouldn’t be fair on her if I judged her right away before getting to know more about her

>besides I’m used to being judged, I think I can relate a little with her worries

>explains to her that I don’t have any problems at all, that she’s only a lovely girl offering to take me on a tour despite what others think of her

>she’s red-faced now, is she embarrassed by what I said?

>lets out a faint chuckle myself from her cute reaction

>she shakes her body, to get rid of her embarrassment and slapped herself on the cheeks before facing me again with a sweet smile, mouthing thank you

>she points out the local sights and shops of Ablion, giving me a short explanation for each one

>spend time looking around, absorbing in the wonderful sights of the glorious landscape, open green fields and rustic buildings

>eventually arrives at our destination, a mansion hotel surrounded by several small shops and houses, forests and a lake

>she paid the centaur and thanked her for giving us a lift to the hotel, as I pick up my luggage from the wagon

>make our way inside, checked with the reception and dropped my luggage off in our assigned room together

>no time to check the room out, Mary wants to show me around the place, exploring the shops and meeting people together

>still happy to explore, I need to stretch my legs out after a long flight anyway

I haven't considered the possibility that deaf anon might not necessarily know about mindflayers despite reading up rumours of incubization. Thanks for pointing it out.

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cc1f73 No.358437

>>358435

You're welcome, friend.

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077d80 No.358840

>>358272

Still alive! I'm glad.

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8aeace No.362880

>>358435

>explore the mansion and the surrounding places while Mary points out things I’ve never seen before in FUK

>this region is gorgeous, it’s easy to see why there are so many visitors and I can’t imagine what other regions in FUK are like already

>despite exploring the place, I still can’t shake this feeling lurking somewhere at back of my mind

>the feeling of not fitting in somehow, at least that’s the closest thing I can describe it

>that feeling has lingered in me for a long time and isn’t easy to shake off, unfortunately

>almost ignore it until I notice Mary looking at me with her head cocked off to one side

>she looks concerned

>pass my feelings off, sign to her that I’m only feeling the after-effects of jet lag from a long flight

>she doesn’t seem fully convinced by my excuse

>she takes me to the lake, away from visitors and residents

>the lake looks calm, with gentle ripples glimmering from the sunlight

>she leads me to a bench sitting underneath a great willow tree branching out, creating a cool shade from the warm sun

>she lets go of my arm and ask me to sit down, take a rest for a moment

>decide to keep up the act and take a break

>it was a good idea though, maybe I was really tired from that flight

>while thinking all that, I can see her sitting next to me on the bench

>she’s quiet, is she thinking about something

>she turns to face me, biting her lips

>seems like she wants to ask me something but she’s not sure how to

>guess I’ll take the approach instead

>ask if there’s anything she wants to talk about with me

>she nods but she’s still unsure on how to talk about it

>wonder what she’s struggling to talk about but I know a good solution

>fished out a small notebook and pen I have in my pocket, handed them to her

>putting her hands on top of my hand holding the notebook, she holds them as she shakes her head

>before I could ask why, she signs that she wants to try something she has wanted to do for a while

>guiding her hands to her tentacle-hair, she swirled around one tentacle like a telephone cord and look into my eyes

>is she suggesting what I think she wants to do?

>she notices my expression and signs that she doesn’t want to look into my mind but something else involving her tentacles

>she signs that it’s okay to refuse her suggestion and she doesn’t blame me for being uneasy with that

>damn it

>I can’t really refuse a pretty girl’s request, can I?

>especially one like her, when she’s already trying her best to ask me something like that, on the verge of tears

>nod to her and say that it’s fine, I’ll try it with her and will trust her

>she moves closer to me, touching my shoulder with hers

>one of her tentacles reaches out slowly into my left ear, the tip of it ‘kissing’ my lobe

>that’s softer than I thought it would be

>it moves into the ear canal next

>my head squirms slightly from the touch and feel of the tentacle tickling through the canal

>can’t feel it really well but I think it has reached the ear drum now

>it still tickles but I can feel her trying to relax in my ear, making it pleasant

<hello Anon, can you hear me now

>what the

>I have never heard anything before until now, and her voice is so sweet that I almost froze on spot just from hearing it

>okay, hold on

>maybe I just imagined it and expected her to talk to me like this, as planned. I mean, sure, I do imagine sounds in my head on a regular basis but still-

<you didn’t imagine it, anon. I wanted to see if I could do that with you

>turning my head to face her to confirm it

>she’s facing me too, with a beautiful smile

>she’s really speaking with me

<how are you feeling? I hope it’s not too uncomfortable for you. And yes, I am really talking to you like this

>don’t know what is this feeling swelling up in me, what is this sensation

>is it because it’s the first time I’ve heard anything so clear and crisp or is it because it’s a cute voice

My apologizes, I have no excuse for posting it rather late. As always, feedback and questions are welcome. I keep thinking I've missed something somewhere while writing it so you'll be doing me a favor if you do.

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baaaf3 No.363183

>>362880

Very nice, you're doing well

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bcc0a4 No.363355

>>358272

Karin's home was quite spacious, you hadn't really noticed from your last visit. The home was created with a family in mind, with many rooms to accommodate so many people, the idea of Karin living alone in a house this large didn't sit well with you.

Karin took her shoes off and replaced them with a pair of slippers.

“Forgive me…” She sighed. “But my home isn't proper at the moment.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Some rooms are…More than a little dusty.” She admitted. “There are a few rooms I don't even go into.”

“I once spent four months sleeping in the same ditch.” You told her.

“I-I see.” Karin looked away and changed the topic. “I did dust and clean your bedroom, however!”

“-My- Bedroom?”

She nodded and beckoned you to follow. You took off your shoes and did so, following her as she showed you each room. They looked different than what you were use to, but you could tell everything apart, giving you a proper layout of the home.

“And this is where you will be sleeping.” Karin informed you, sliding open the door.

You peeked inside, and was surprised at what you saw. The room was off putting, a western room that clashed with the rest of the house. The bed was very traditional, with a metal frame, a mattress, and a rose colored blanket and two pillows. There was a wooden night stand and a matching closet across from the bed.

You stepped inside, curiously inspecting everything around you.

“How…?” You asked.

“I took it with me when I was called back home.” She explained. “From my abode out west… I was very powerful with magic at one point, you know.”

You brushed your fingers against the steel of the bed frame. It reminded you of her bed when she lived with your family, how you would sneak into her room when you had a bad dream. Your father always wanted you to be strong enough to handle your fears on your own, but she was always willing to comfort you.

The idea of seeing her as an enabler of sorts caused you to snort and smile.

“Hm? Whats so funny?” Karin asked.

“Oh, nothing, just thinking about something.” You told her.

You turned to Karin and bowed with a hand against your heart. “I want to thank you for looking after me while I recover.”

Karin blinked and then smiled warmly. “Think nothing of it. I'm use to looking after you, it will be…Nostalgic.”

She approached you and pressed her finger against your chest. “But don't think I will pamper you like I did back then. I won't let you act like a cry baby on my watch!”

“C-cry baby!?” You protested.

“Paladin or no.” She huffed. “I won't let you act like a spoiled brat on my watch.”

“I-I would never!”

Karin's stern gaze turned into an amused smile. She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.

“The look on your face.” She sighed. “I didn't know Paladins could get flustered.”

“I…Well.” You looked away, clearly embarrassed. “Hm…”

Karin reached up and gently cupped your cheeks, leading you to look at her again.

“Make yourself at home…Rest well, you need to get better. What good is a Paladin when he is injured?”

“A Paladin that cannot fight is no Paladin at all.” You recited a proverb instinctively.

“Then rest so you can fight.” Karin told you. “I'll be cooking tonight, I hope you can join me for dinner.”

“As you wish.” You nodded.

Karin stepped away and pouted. “You don't have to be so formal around me.”

“Its…Its second nature.”

“Is grabbing a lady's tail also second nature?”

You gulped and looked away again. Karin could only giggle to herself as she left you in your room.

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bcc0a4 No.363356

>>363355

“Live well now, for tomorrow you might be dead.”

-Old Ontana saying.

You didn't sleep long. Although you had managed to rest your eyes for some time, you began to toss and turn throughout the day. You had enough and got out of bed, the soreness and pain suddenly striking you again as you moved.

You had to pause, your body was screaming at you to return to bed, but you knew that it would become uncomfortable quickly, and most likely add to the pain. So you stood up, dressed, and left the bedroom.

You slid the door open and were immediately greeted by a welcoming smell, a nostalgic, inviting scent. You followed it almost hypnotically, your vision tunneling towards what you believed to be the source.

Karin was standing in her kitchen, humming softly to herself. Her ears twitched and she turned around, revealing her apron and the ladle in her hand.

“Oh! You're up!” She greeted you with an inviting smile.

“You're making stew.” You stated rather bluntly.

“We used to make it all the time together, didn't we?” She asked. “Well…You did your best to help.”

Karin's stew was a house favorite, though you weren't a fan of stews or soups growing up, you did enjoy peeling vegetables and finding cooking utensils for her. You stepped out beside her, looking over the tools and ingredients she had laid out.

“I think I still remember…” you commented. “How you used to make it.”

Without permission, you reached for a knife and began cutting vegetables that would be added to the already simmering onions and beef. Karin watched as you began to work, her smile widening as you did so. Without another word, she joined you, doing her best to ignore your smell…

She should get you into the bath after the dinner…

-

The city mourned.

Six days prior, one day after the battle. A funeral pyre had been built, while the natives mourned their dead in their own customs, the Paladins did so in theirs. There was nothing left of Vladimir now, save for his weapons, and armor. His flesh and bones had been burned to ash, and his dust had been scattered to the winds to rejoin with his patron god.

It was irrational, but Rourke could only blame himself. Two Paladins down, one dead, the other in critical condition. This was not their war, but he called the crusade none the less, it was strange, to have nailed the coffin closed for an entire species, and yet Rourke felt nothing for them…

Levitz did not wait long, he had bowed his head, and said his prayers, and again he armed himself, turning to leave the pyre that had burned away the body of one of his brothers.

“Levitz?” Gerald asked.

The others also turned him while he magnetically locked his weapons to his body.

“A few of the beasts escaped the battle.” Levitz mentioned. “It is a waste of time standing around here…”

Gerald took a single step forward, his fingers balled into a fist.

“You are heartless, brother.” Gerald accused. “Even for one such as you, that is a cold thing to say. Your brother lies dead, the other may die soon as well. Do you not have a moment to mourn?”

“So what should I do?” Levitz asked. “Stand here and mope for an appointed time? Should I allow the enemy to gain more and more distance from us? Put others in danger because I am supposed to weep until you feel I've wept a sufficient amount?”

Gerald was taken aback, he had no answer.

“I loved Vladimir. As much as you can love a brother that has fought beside you for almost a decade. I We crusaded from coast to coast on the homeland. He would not want me to stand here and waste time while the enemy still draws breath.”

Gerald didn't say another word, he simply let Levitz go, as did everyone else. Wolfgang turned to Rourke and folded his visor away from his face.

“What about the rest of us?” He asked.

“Whatever is left in those woods won't stand a chance against Levitz.” Rourke stated. “It would be a waste of time and effort if we were to join him. Leave him be, let him grieve in his own way.”

The others watched as the Paladin left, giving no mind to the others that grieve for their dead and towards the wilderness.

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bcc0a4 No.363357

>>363356

Docks of the imperial city, present day.

Louis was uncomfortable, well, more uncomfortable than he usually was. He stood at one end of the docks with halberd in hand. Lady Yono had finally found him, and issued her challenge, he wanted to refuse, but she wouldn't take no for an answer.

“I'd rather we don't do this.” Louis called out to her. “This is really unnecessary!”

“Silence!” She called back, aiming her blade towards him. “Why do you not wear your armor, do you wish to insult me!?”

He didn't know how to tell her without insulting her. If Louis wore his plate then Yono wouldn't stand a chance, even if this was to the death, her blade wouldn't pierce his armor.

…This wasn't to the death, right?

Wolfgang and Rourke stood in the crowed, the former with his arms crossed and the latter with his hands on his hips. Gerald joined them soon after, and they watched from the distance as their comrade was left to fend for himself against a ravenous woman.

“Are we making bets?” Gerald asked.

“I want to say he backs down.” Wolfgang muttered. “He was never much for fighting anything that wasn't a beast.”

“Lady Yono isn't human, however.” Rourke added.

“No, but she's attractive. That's enough to throw him off his game.”

Louis had weighed his options. He had only known Lady Yono for a little bit of time now, but it was enough for him to get the idea of what kind of person she is. But what would she do if he surrendered? Would she lord over him and mock him, that he could take, but he had a feeling she would just challenge him again and again until he fought her.

Maybe let her win? No, Lady Yono is a warrior, she would see right through his plan. If he held back then she would demand another match at a later date as well. It would be humiliating, but Louis would have to defeat her.

Louis reprimanded himself in his head. Yono was a great warrior to her people, there was no way he would so easily defeat him. He had heard of Monster prowess in combat, but how much of that was simply legend?

But couldn't the same be said for the Paladins? How many legends have been sewn of them cutting down entire armies by themselves? None of it was true, of course, but it gave an air of reverence to their existence.

“Louis.”

Louis jumped, hearing his name come from the crowed. He turned his head and made eye contact with Rourke, who glared back at him with commanding eyes.

“You are representing the order right now.” He informed Louis. “Do not dishonor us.”

Louis' concerned expression left his face, he closed his mouth and nodded back to Rourke. Without a word, he turned back to Yona and held his halberd across his chest in a defensive stance.

“I accept your challenge, Lady Yona.” He declared.

Yona grinned a toothy grin, her tail flicked the dust from the road as she brandished her blade. She had waited for this for days now, and it was finally time to prove her mettle. With a torrent of dust, she lunged forward, readying for an attack.

The sword came crashing down against the halberd. Louis, a powerful man, able to crush skulls and break bone without his sacred armor, felt the reverberation from his halberd and through his bones. Yono planted the talons of her feet into the ground and began her assault, but strike after strike was thwarted by Louis' guard.

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bcc0a4 No.363358

>>363357

He began to back away, not out of intimidation or necessity, but out of plot, with each step back giving him moments, a mere second to create a strategy in his head before he would need to deflect another sword strike.

Although the man was considered oafish, and rightly so, years of battle had left him with experience that could only be developed in combat, it was less intellectual for him, and more instinctual. Finally, with another step back, Louis held his ground and jutted forward with the butt of his haft, using his shoulder to add extra force behind the blow.

Yona yelped in surprise as her attack was suddenly deflected, leaving her open for a strike. The slits of her eyes narrowed, using the mere moment to analyze her situation. She stood close to the Paladin, too close for him to properly use his weapon, he would have to step back if he wished to use the hammer of axe head of his weapon. She could dodge back and…

She felt a blow against her chest plate, enough to knock the wind from her lungs. Yono gasped as Louis stepped forward and punched with the haft of his halberd. She stumbled back, that blow would leave a bruise… The man was powerful, perhaps the strongest man she had ever met.

At first it had annoyed her, now it intrigued her. Not that she would admit it to herself.

Yona regained her balance and quickly leaned back, Louis had struck with his hammer in a back swing, and narrowly missed his mark. She lost footing, but managed to land with her left hand and flip through the air, landing on her feet once more. Without missing a beat, she charged into the fray again, once again.

The crowed that had gathered cheered. Most cheered for Lady Yono, while a quiet few had put their hopes that the foreigner would come out on top. The Paladins did no cheer, they simply watched, judged, and even learned from Louis' movements. Leave the cheering for when Louis wins.

IF he wins.

Yono's blade crashed with the haft of Louis' halberd, she grimaced as she pushed against his defense. He struggled and grunted, but managed to hold his ground. Louis had to respect her strength, he took pride in his own, but this woman, this monster, was surprisingly sturdy for her size.

With the aid of the force being pressed against her, Yono pushed with her sword and launched herself back. She timed her next move with Louis next move and waited for him to attack. When he attempted to jab her with the spear-tip of his weapon she leaped into the air.

With one, graceful movement, Yono flipped over Louis head. His eyes widened when he realized what the lizard-woman had just did, he almost panicked, and struggled to turn his body to meet with hers.

Yono landed, and twisted on the ground, going for one fell swipe to end the duel. As she slashed with her sword, she was met with the halberd in defiance… Followed by the sound of metal bending and breaking.

“…Eh?” She stopped, her eyes widening in surprise.

Louis stood there, frozen, his mouth slowly cutting into a guilty frown. He felt the sweat suddenly pour down his face as the realization ran down his spine. Yono followed up with her eyes, the Halberd had narrowly missed the top of her head…And her sword was completely destroyed.

It was bent at the middle, the edge having been cracked and split. She stood up straight, holding the blade at the grip with both her claws, grinning with a broken smile as tears began to pour from her eyes.

“M…My…” She murmured, completely oblivious to the fact that she was actually almost killed on accident.

“I didn't mean to do that!” Louis suddenly put up a hand to try and calm Lady Yono. “I didn't mean to break it!”

“My…My sword…” She began to sniffle.

“L-lady Yono, its very unbecoming to weep in front of strangers!” Louis suddenly said without thinking.

“My…UUUUWAAAAAAAAAA—”

Yono suddenly ran off in tears, taking her destroyed katana along with her. Louis almost wanted to follow her, but stopped himself.

“I didn't mean to…” he repeated again, like a child that had just been caught doing something naughty.

“Well, that's one way to win a duel.” Wolfgang told the other to, much to Gerald's snickering.

“Louis better learn how to talk to women real fast.” Rourke sighed. “He has a brand new challenge ahead of him…”

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210817 No.363371

>>363358

Oh joy, you're back! And Louis fucked up real bad, I see. Well, this is going to be entertaining.

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5ae46a No.363706

File: 1271e9a4e217adf⋯.png (119.41 KB,325x368,325:368,1271e9a4e217adf6a3b1267ef0….png)

>>363358

Good to see you're still going

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0da7c4 No.363708

File: a9362ef6b8a678b⋯.png (248.86 KB,312x498,52:83,learned her place.PNG)

>>363358

Mess with the bull, you get the horns!

All Louis has to do is pledge to protect Yono in place of her sword, so long as she cares for him in return

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acf9b3 No.363712

>>363358

Don't mess with big guys

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bcc0a4 No.364053

>>363358

For the past few days, Gao had been enamored.

At first, the presence of the Paladin annoyed her, she was in command of the hunting party, but the Paladin ignored her every order, and only talked to them when he needed something.

And even then, the Paladin barely spoke her language, and when he did it was in short, broken sentences.

He didn't cooperate, or work with her plans or traps, he would stay with himself when they rested and even then he would be on foot again in less than an hour. When Gao told him to slow down he simply told her they were “Wasting time.” in his broken tongue.

Gao was known as the white tiger, a Jinko with now famous white fur. She was one of the greatest captains within the Imperial Army and had proven her worth over countless battles. If she wanted to she could tear that human apart in seconds…

or at least that is what she believed, or what she told herself.

The Paladins were off to her, almost unsettling in a way. The way they moved, the way they operated. She didn't see them in battle, her army arrived too late, but the others told stories. Their ranged weapons that could fire multiple times before reloading, their swords, axes, daggers, and other weapons that seemed to never chip and could cut through armor as easily as flesh.

And the armor… That armor that covered them from head to toe. It didn't even seem to weigh on them, instead it was almost like it somehow supported them? Was it some kind of magic? One of the Samurai who saw them do battle attested that one of the Paladins had punched his hand into the chest of a beast, and then ripped the spinal cord out from the front, taking the creature's skull with it.

No human was that strong…

This one, this short Paladin known as Levitz wore onyx black armor decorated with blue stripes across the pauldrons. He carried with him some kind of fire arm, small, able to be carried with one hand, but he also carried a small axe and a blade that curved inward instead of out.

When he had an idea or a hunch he would just sprint off and leave the rest of the hunting party behind without a word, sometimes he wouldn't even wait for the harpies to come back with news or sightings.

This annoyed Gao, it annoyed her greatly, angered her even. This foreigner would disrespect not only her but her command in such a way? Her blood boiled and she could feel the bile rise in her mouth.

But then, something changed. She finally got to see him actually hunt.

There was twelve of them in total, they had gathered together for safety in numbers. The hunting party outnumbered the beasts, but Gao still wanted to remain vigilant. But as she spoke, the Paladin was already on the move.

He vanished into the woods and foliage, while the others struggled, Gao could still see and smell him in the brushes. He moved in a low crouch, almost on all fours at times, and when he was so close that the beasts began to hear the muted humming coming from his armor, he struck.

Like a whirlwind of death, blades in hand the human butchered the beasts. The first was cut down in between seconds, the outward blade cutting deep into it's throat. The second fell a moment later as the small axe was driven into its skull, then the third had it's arm removed as it drew its blade before the knife plunged into it's heart. By the time the hunting party joined the fight it was already over.

The other monsters in Gao's party complained, they had come all this way to have missed the final battle, and now they were missing further glory.

Not Gao, all she could feel was the pumping of an excited heart in her chest…

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bcc0a4 No.364054

>>364053

While many Paladins preferred to constantly being on the rode, continuing their crusade until they are called back or they die in battle, Rourke was not one of them. Rourke enjoyed the simpler things in life, one of those was going on strolls. Being able to walk around towns, cities, back roads, or the woods without the need for his armor or weapons felt liberating, and to actually feel wind against his skin was comforting and welcome.

Rourke had found himself in a poorer side of the city, one the Empress would have liked for him to not see in the first place. Rourke wasn't young, nor naive, he knew every city had it's own seedy underbelly. Crime, random or organized, poverty, desperation, all conveniently forgot about by the rest of the city.

He stood at the corner underneath a tarp put up at the entrance of some kind of store, the rain pattering overhead. Rourke stood with his arms crossed, watching the gray clouds pass over head. He sighed as they finally passed, and he soon began his journey once again. That was, until he was stopped.

“Hi, big boy!” He heard a greeting from behind, heavily accented. “Looking for fun?”

Rourke looked over his shoulder with a raised brow, his face contorting into an uneasy expression when he saw his assailant.

She was short, much much shorter than Rourke was, standing at around four feet nine inches. She was dressed provocatively, though there wasn't much to show off in the first place. Two tails twisted and wrapped behind her, and the brown colored ears twitched from her dark orange hair, which was wrapped into a pony tail. She was obviously a child, though many of the monsters could be mistaken as younger than they actually were, this one clearly was the age she looked.

“…What?” Rourke asked.

“Big hero of battle, no?” She asked. “Must have many money. Must be lonely.”

He knew where this was going.

“How old are you?” Rourke asked.

“Does it matter?” She asked in return. “For some money, any age you want.”

He narrowed his eyes.

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bcc0a4 No.364055

>>364054

The girl cried as Rourke dragged her through the street, begging him to let her go.

“Stupid little girl.” She was caught off guard when the foreigner spoke her tongue. “Going around offering yourself to strangers. What would your mother say?”

He stopped and looked around as the girl tried to pry from his grip, even when she resorted to her claws, the Paladin's hold would not release.

“You live around here, don't you?” Rourke asked. “Which one of these is yours.”

He didn't care if people were staring, even when the guards arrived, a quick glare stopped them in their tracks. The little cat girl finally relented, lowering her head in shame and pointing out the small, but rather quaint home at the corner of the street.

It wasn't dirty, at least on the outside, almost catching Rourke off guard, her parents must have worked hard to keep their small little home in shape, especially in this neighborhood.

He knocked on the door and waited, the girl standing beside him with her head lowered in shame. A few moments later, he heard a call from inside, and then the door slid open. The woman that opened was taller than the girl, but not by much. She had the same hair, ears, and tail, but only had the one tail instead of the twin that the little cat girl had. She was obviously older, with a few blemishes from age, as well as a little permanent scar, not longer than a finger nail, on her cheek.

Other than that, she wore a purple kimono with black stripes, a dignified look compared to her smaller equivalent.

She jumped at the sight of the tall man at her doors, and then quickly noticed the little girl who's paw he was holding on to.

“Y…Yes?” She asked with a stutter.

“Does this little girl belong to your hearth?” Rourke asked.

“Yes, she is my daughter.” She replied, surprised at how well the foreigner spoke her language. “Was…She doing something wrong.”

“Your daughter had offered herself to me in exchange for money.” Rourke said bluntly, handing her back her daughter.

“What!?”

“I would rather you administer the punishment.” Rourke explained. “Rather than she falls into the hands of the wrong people.”

“Nada, is this true?” The mother asked.

The little girl looked away, tears welling in her eyes. She slowly nodded her head. The mother sighed and crouched down to be on her little girl's level.

“Why would you do such a thing?” She asked.

“I…I heard you yesterday.” She sobbed, wiping the tears from her eyes. “About the money…”

The mother smiled and brushed back the girl's ears. “That's something for me to worry about, not you, okay?”

She whispered some words to the girl and sent her into the house.

“Thank you.” The woman smiled. “I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to her.”

“Did I hear that right?” Rourke asked. “Money problems.”

“It is shameful.” The woman smiled sadly. “Nada's father died when she was still a baby…We have been struggling ever since.”

“I see…”

Rourke had sympathy for the poor woman, but there was no much he could do. He was no Paladin-Lord, vast riches do not come to someone who is on errant as much as he is. He would not leave it as be, however, he would find something…It was simply another errant.

“Excuse me.”

Rourke snapped out of his ponder, looking back at the woman. He had just noticed how beautiful she was, though she was not the youngest herself. She was younger than Rourke, to be sure, but there was little blemish on her face, save for the scar that Rourke didn't even notice at first.

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bcc0a4 No.364056

>>364055

“Would you mind if we came to visit you?” She asked.

“Visit?”

“I would like to make it up to you.” She smiled.

“Oh.” He scratched his head. “You know where I am?”

“Everyone knows where the Paladins reside.” She confirmed. “I would like to make it up to you, for what you've done for us.”

“I didn't do all that much, my lady.” Rourke informed her.

“Still, I wouldn't feel right leaving this as is.”

“Well…” He groaned uncomfortably. “If you truly wish to just visit, I will be on the training fields tomorrow until sunset.”

The cat-woman made a pleasant smile. “I'll be sure to see you then!”

She stopped herself. “Oh! How rude of me! I didn't even give you my name.”

The woman bowed courteously. “I am Asahi, and my daughter's name is Nada.”

“Asahi.” Rourke repeated, giving his own bow. “I am Rourke, Brother-Captain of the Paladin detachment here on Zipangu.”

“It is an honor to meet you, Captain Rourke.”

The two exchanged their pleasantries, but Rourke suddenly hurried his departure when he realized just how long he was standing at the lady's doorway. They said their farewells and Rourke left, trying to see if he was somehow red in the face…

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bcc0a4 No.364058

>>364056

“Know thy self, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories. “

-Unknown ancient philosopher.

You had rested for two days and two nights, doing very little in the terms of manual labor. Still, you were becoming restless, uncomfortable in your passive environment. While you were alone, you dressed and escaped your bed room, exploring Karin's rather impressive hearth.

The house was kept well, though some of the rooms were completely empty. The ones that were not were filled to the brim with Karin's belongings. Good quality furniture, beautiful paintings, and parchments with lettering of the Zipangu language painted rather extravagantly. It was a wonderful home, but still, it felt lonely…

As you made your way down the main hall, you noticed the door to the right of you was slid open, you peaked out through what led to the back yard of the estate. The sight had almost horrified you.

It was so…Unkempt. The grass was tall and wild, the gardens were filled with weeds that grew freely across the yard, there was old tools and garbage scattered around everywhere, and even the pond water, what was left of it, was stagnant and, now that you got so close. Smelled horribly.

“Oh, you're out of bed?” You heard Karin's voice approach from beside you.

You turned your head to her and pointed out into the yard. “Karin…What happened here?”

Karin's ears perked and she followed your finger to look outside. She froze suddenly, her face turning red.

“I-I must have forgotten to clean up…” She stated with a gulp.

“It looks like you haven't come back here in months!” You said.

“W-Well! Its more difficulty, you know!? My magic isn't anywhere near as strong as it use to be!”

She kept it with magic…Figures.

You sighed, but then you realized something. All this unkempt land, this grass, weeds, unused gardens, overgrown branches, stale water, flying bugs, ants, probable complaints from neighbors. Your mood suddenly lifted, your morale soared and your spirit peaked.

You had something to do!

“You have functional tools, right?” You asked.

“Yes?” Karin confirmed. “In the shed over there.”

With an uncharacteristic grin, you stretched and worked your knuckles for a moment.

“What are you planning?” Karin asked, trying not to smile at your sudden upbeat mood.

“A weak body leads to a weak mind.” You quoted the Paladin-Lord Aurelius. “This will keep me in shape, both physically and mentally.”

“You're planning to work in my yard?”

“Of course.” You nodded. “This mess? Will take days. Not to mention the upkeep, and think of all the vegetables we could plant back here!”

“W-Well, if that is what you truly wish.” Karin nodded, she had to stop her tail from wagging.

She was excited, though she didn't care to admitted. It wasn't just because she was getting her yard back, but also because of just…How happy you suddenly became. She made it her mission secretly, to keep you content while you toiled away. Food, drink, company, assistance in the yard work, she didn't care to get her hands dirty, as long as you were happy.

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bcc0a4 No.364059

>>364058

Gerald was different than his companions like Rourke or Levitz. He wasn't as patient or as calm as they were, and he wasn't as dopey and kind as the giant Louis. He didn't have the fury and temper of Vladimir, God take his soul, and he wasn't as intelligent as Wolfgang, and he certainly wasn't as battle hungry as…He was.

Gerald however, was very impatient. Easily bored, easily distracted, Gerald could usually only focus on two things, his trade and his creed. If he was not partaking in battle, or on his way to a battle, he would toil away with his explosives, working on them and improving them in some way.

Larger blast radius, more shrapnel projection, less fuse, more fuse, acidic qualities, infernal qualities. He even discovered a jelly like substance that sticks to targets with the use of gasoline and certain soaps.

But here, he had nothing to work on, he used them all on the beasts, and he certainly wasn't going to go asking the locals where he could acquire explosives in times of peace. So, Gerald was bored, very bored.

He first thought he wanted to head across the ocean back to the fatherland. But what would he do there? The beasts are dead and there is no warbanner large enough to warrant sending to hell with explosives.

As of now, he could say that everything was in relative peace. And that pissed him off… So, Gerald went for walks, particularly in less than savory areas of the city. He went at night, he went during the quiet hours of the day, he went looking, searching, hunting. He used himself as bait, he wanted someone, something to try something with him. He wanted battle, even if it was simply hand to hand.

Maybe he would make enemies with a local gang? Or maybe he would uncover a conspiracy that only he could stop! He didn't know, he didn't care. He just wanted something.

The moon glared down on the streets below, giving them a foreboding light. Gerald thought he was alone for some time, until something caught his ear.

It was the sound of…High heels? Or something similar clacking against the cobblestone street. The steps almost matched with his, save for a slight delay. He stopped, and the footsteps stopped, narrowing his eyes, he began to walk forward again, something or someone was following him.

Gerald was not familiar with Zipangu mythology, so he could not tell if that maybe it was some kind of creature. Perhaps a maneater that stalks the streets at night? No, it had the shape of a human, though many things he discovered had a similar humanoid shape.

A lady of the night, perhaps? No, why would one be out here, where she would be in danger. He picked up his pace, and so did the clacking.

He turned corners, making them at random, but the steps were always behind him. He was being followed, and that got his blood pumping. Finally! Something! Maybe even a challenge, maybe it was some kind of lure to bring him into an alley where a band of unlucky brigands will attempt to rob him.

The ideas flowed through his mind, exciting him at the possible events that would unfold.

Or maybe…Maybe it was just someone who needed help? That thought pierced his mind, and brought all other ideas to rest. He slowed his pace, and then turned around to find…Nothing. No one was there?

That cant be right, his senses rarely play tricks on him. If this was a trap, then Gerald was ready for it.

Or so he thought.

He had to investigate, his mind would not allow him to do anything else. He called out, to no answer, so he stepped deeper into the street behind him.

Nothing…Was it just his imagination all along?

With a shake of his head, he turned around to return to his route, but then…Something caught his leg.

He looked down, from ankle to knee something had him, was that…Hair?

He struggled to no avail, Gerald followed the strands with his eyes, noticing them coming from the darkness of a nearby alley. He reached for his dagger, but then three more waves of hair lashed out from the darkness, one for each hand, and another for his abdomen. Gerald continued to struggle, but it was no use, and he was soon dragged away into the darkness.

-

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5ae46a No.364269

File: 2fdbbe88acc74c0⋯.jpg (28.42 KB,215x278,215:278,2fdbbe88acc74c0657a0f42954….jpg)

>>364059

Bit off more than he expected huh? Glad you're continuing

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e4fd49 No.364300

>>364059

HAIR’D.com

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bcc0a4 No.364633

>>364059

To say that Lady Yono was upset would have been an understatement.

She continued to pace around her home, her hands behind her back. The sword was not an heirloom, she did not inherit it, it wasn't even a magical weapon she had discovered on some far off adventure. But she forged it, made it herself from materials she collected and skills she harnessed. That's why it hurt so much, it was hers, unique, a one of a kind.

She was angry, at first at that damnable Paladin, but then more at herself. What did she think would happen? The man wielded his giant weapon the same way she would wield a light sword. He was so stupid, and cowardly and oafish and big…And strong.

She had to stop herself, templeing her claws around her nose to hide her own blush from herself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she never felt this way before, and it bothered her. With a loud sigh, Yono shook her head and sat down on her sleeping mat. She crossed her legs and rested her head in her palm. She cried, didn't she? She ran off crying like a little girl…How embarassing.

Then, there was a knock from outside, and fell over with a yelp. Someone knocking? At this hour!? Her embarassment quickly turned to fury, but at the same time she was a bit happy. Finally, she had someone to chew out, to get her anger out on! The poor sod will rue the day they slammed on her door!

She stomped to the front door and slid it open, fangs bear and other hand balled into a fist. But then she stopped, caught off guard by the visitor at the door.

It was that Paladin, Louis. He stood there meekly, or as meekly as a giant made of muscle could look, with something in his hand. It seemed to be a rod at first glance, wrapped in a fine cloth.

“G-…” Louis took a deep breath. “Good evening, Lady Yono.”

“What do you want…?” She did her best to sound more intimidating and less pouty, she failed.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday's events.” He stated. “M-May I come in?”

Yono hesitated, but then stepped aside, allowing him in.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Well…While I was…Busy-”

“Avoiding me.”

“Erm, avoiding you… I took on a few disguises.”

“You don't say.” She narrowed her eyes.

“And many of those disguises were odd jobs. That paid. Such as fishing, and selling the fish.”

“What are you getting at!?” She barked. “Get on with it!”

“I-I thought it was only fair, that since I destroyed your blade…”

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bcc0a4 No.364634

>>364633

Louis presented the rod he had with him and unwrapped the cloth. Yono watch curiously, she knew right away that it was a sword, but she didn't expect this… She thought, when she realized what it was, that the oaf simply went to the nearest smith and had them forge a new blade, any old piece of steel… But this…

The sheathe was a beautiful violet with darker toned sakura blossoms etched into the wood. The hilt shone a remarkable gold with a white cord wrap around the grip. Underneath the cord wrap was the emblem of the smith, she didn't believe it at first, but she recognized that emblem, the skull of a cyclops, articulated to look demonic and raw.

“I…Want you to have this.” Louis finally presented it to her with both hands and a bow of his head.

Yono was reluctant to raise her claws, she was almost awe-struck at what the Paladin had offered her. This blade…It wasn't just any other sword. She took it in her hands and drew the sword from its scabbard, looking over the masterful craftsmanship. Not a flaw in the steel, the blade was smooth, and its edge flawsless.

“This sword was forged by Yatari…” She said to Louis, but mostly herself, like she was trying to convince herself of what she was holding.

“I was told she was an excellent smith.” Louis explained.

“She's one of the best.” She corrected. “A master of her craft…”

After a few moments, she snapped herself out of her awe. Her heart was pounding violently in her chest, and she felt a pleasant tingle course through her body. With a huff, she sheathed the blade and placed it aside against the wall.

“You think you can just come in here and bribe me with a new sword!?” She demanded an answer, approaching him.

Louis gulped and backed away from her advance, until his retreat was cut off by the wall behind him, which he almost crumbled under his retreat.

“N-no, I just thought that…Maybe.”

“Maybe what?” She hissed. “That you could just throw a sword at me and call it even?”

She had forced the giant man against the wall, giving him nowhere to run. Louis put up his hands, shielding himself from her wrath.

“You're going to have to do…A lot more than that.”

Before Louis could speak, Yono stopped on the tips of her toes, she reached for his head and pulled him close. His eyes widened as her lips locked with his, mind almost going blank while she moaned sweetly into his mouth.

Louis furled his brow and looked around while Yono enjoyed herself, his fight or flight instinct kicked in during the whole thing, but then his brain finally started functioning properly.

“Wait.” he thought to himself. “This is a good thing, right?”

Yono finally released her grip on him and turned around. She moved away from him and closed the entrance door. Louis turned to her about to say something again, but was caught off guard as she charged him, leaping into his chest and knocking him to the hard wood floor behind him.

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bcc0a4 No.364635

>>364634

Trok may have been a small Beast, but he was much smarter than average, at least he believed himself to be. He knew when he couldn't win a fight at least, and he used that to his advantage, that was why he survived the battle against the humans, the beastly women, and those… Demons.

Beasts had told tales of the demons for as long as they could remember, and the stories had always frightened Trok. He didn't believe they were real, how could they be!? But then he saw them with his own eyes.

The demons could kill you from a great distance, their weapons roared loudly and suddenly the other beasts around you would just fall dead with holes in their bodies, or with entire limbs gone. One of Trok's friends, or what Trok could consider being close to a friend, even lost his whole skull! The demons also conjured great explosions before the battle had even begun.

And then they closed the distance, and they drew their blades, their hammers, their great clubs, and more beasts died. In droves, in piles, by the hundreds, or at least what Trok throught a hundred was…

He didn't stick around, first chance he had, Trok ran, he ran as fast as he could, he didn't care if the beasts would somehow kill the demons, he knew that, if he stayed, he would die. So he ran, ran as far as he could go on his hooves and then ran a little bit more until he collapsed, but when he woke up he would keep running again!

Trok found other beasts that escaped the slaughter, they wanted to attack again, catch the demons off guard, maybe even capture some of the beastly women, they could restart with those! Trok was smarter, the beastly women could fight, but the demons will kill, without pity or remorse, if you ran into a demon you would die.

Trok tried to convince the larger beasts to run, but they wouldn't listen. Trok would follow until the demons found them. But it wasn't the demons as a whole, it was the one. He fought with axe and dagger, killed Garg-garg, the largest and the new pack leader after Ghula was killed. He was told that Ghula died after challenging a demon, but Garg-garg didn't even have a chance, he just…Died.

So Trok ran again, found more of his kind, they ran into battle and then were killed as well. He didn't even notice the beastly women were with the demon the first three times. The demon would simply appear from the brushes and then…Kill. The demon would kill and Trok would run, that was how it worked.

This continued, there were less and less beasts, not even enough to even fight a mob of angry man-things… Finally, he found three others. They were small like Trok, runts like him. They thought like he did, if you run, you live, if you fight, you die. All the mighty beasts had been slain…Trok's entire kin was butchered to only four.

Lugu was the first to die… He didn't even see the Demon, there was simply a crack, and then his head exploded! So Trok and the other two ran again, it was all they could do. Runrun died next, he didn't even see where the axe was thrown from before it dug into his spine.

Now it was just Trok and Treep. Treep spoke that they would be fine together, they didn't make as much noise with only two of them! Lugu spoke too loud and Runrun would always scream when he was scared. If Trok and Treep played their cards right, they could escape this scary island and find someplace to live together!

But then Treep's skull was split by an axe attack. He could hear the Demon curse in it's language as he ran, trying to pry it's axe from Treep's head as Trok disappeared into the wild.

Trok felt…Sad, he liked Treep, and Treep liked Trok. Their names even almost sound the same!

Now it was only Trok. If any other beast still lived, Trok would never meet them…There were too few now, he was the last of his kind…

Trok had to stop and catch his breath, he was far away now from where Treep died. He wanted to live, he didn't have to live like a beast. He wasn't as animalistic as his fellow beasts, Trok almost looked like a man-thing! If he could get one of those hats that man-things like to wear he could hide his stubby little horns! And if he maybe got some pants he could hide his fuzzy legs! It was a good plan, Trok liked that plan! He could work on a man-thing farm, learn the man-thing language! No more fighting or pillaging, just doing stupid work like a stupid man-thing! They wouldn't be any the wiser!

But then there was the crunch of branches above…

Trok froze, and then grit his teeth, he felt the tears well in his eyes as his head slowly arched up. There, above him in the tree tops, in it's hellish armor, the glow of it's eye's glaring at him, dagger and axe in hand.

All Trok could do was bring his hands up and scream before the demon pounced on him, and snuffed his life out for good.

The line of beasts ended with Trok that day.

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bcc0a4 No.364636

>>364635

“For the love of your House and Keep! For the love of god!”

-Paladin battle cry.

Over the course of centuries, the Empress of Zipangu had received many gifts and trinkets from her Samurai who had traveled to other lands. One thing she was most proud of was her book collection, a library of thousands of books lined up row after row for what felt like forever. Many of them were in languages that were not native to Zipangu. Which was fine for Wolfgang, who spoke and read many languages -except- Zipangu.

Wolfgang sat alone in the library under lantern light. He yawned and stretched as he put another book aside, he didn't finish it, but he got the information he was looking for, and that was enough for him.

“Sir Wolfgang?”

Wolfgang turned to the voice, Lady Asako stood not far from his desk with a cup of tea.

“Ah, Lady Asako.” He greeted her. “What are you doing up this late?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” The nine tailed fox woman retorted. “Last I recall, humans need to sleep.”

“I can go for awhile without it.” Wolfgang told her.

“Well, don't push yourself.” She scolded as she placed the tea cup and plate off to the side. Wolfgang thanked her, but went back to his studies.

As he took notes and went through the book, Wolfgang felt something against his back. He stopped and raised an eyebrow as a weight pressed itself against him. He tried to move, but then saw two arms cross his vision before wrapping themselves over his chest.

“You've been working so hard.” Asako cooed. “Why not take a break?”

Wolfgang turned around in her arms, but her grip tightened when he faced her. Asako reached past him with one hand and closed distance between their lips, her tails waving temptingly behind her.

“No one comes in here this late…” She whispered to him. “They will never know.”

Wolfgang didn't really fight, curiosity pushed him forward. Asako smiled, and then extinguished the lantern.

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5ae46a No.364646

File: 90a54a1e2c312f4⋯.jpg (6.83 KB,236x214,118:107,90a54a1e2c312f4c48eeb975d7….jpg)

>>364636

>>364634

The rapenings begin

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ff2cc0 No.364862

>>364646

The *proactive datings being

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816936 No.364878

>Yuna is a Doppelganger who works as a police officer

>she has dated other men before but because of power men are mostly interested in what she could be

>every time she feels ready for intimacy her partners would plead she transform into someone else (think actress, porn star, teen pop star, etc)

>this has spurned her from dating and made her suspicious of all men

>lately one man, Anon, has been trying to get her to date him

>Anon works at a bank and saw Yuna subvert and stop a robbery/hostage situation at said bank and claims that he loved her at first sight

>Yuna doesn't dislike Anon, but thinks he may be like all the others

>one day Anon presents her with two tickets to her favorite band The Feather Hearts along with backstage passes

>he claims they weren't much as he had connections

>Yuna gives in and makes a date out of it

>they have a great time at the concert and she even got to meet the lead singer of the band who is a very sexy woman by the name of Rose Axel :^)

>Yuna enjoyed her time very much with Anon, but wants to confirm he is just like all the other men

>she fakes being tipsy and drags him to a love motel

>when he is on the bed, Yuna seductively explains that she can be anyone he wants her to be

>she transforms into a popular actress, a teen idol, then finally Rose Axel and tries to get him to choose someone of his liking

>Anon just gives her a puzzled look and says he doesn't love any of those women

>he loves Yuna and would want to only be intimate with Yuna

They then have loving, passionate, yet erotic sex, The end.

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816936 No.364879

This one is supposed to read like a comedy. I really have no mind to finish it as I would just like the standard fan fair. The fuck. A misunderstanding is cleared ie succubus actually only go for unmarried men and are completely loyal but guise their loving intentions as rape as humans dislike them. They live happily ever after.

A knight burst through the doors of the Succubus Queen's royal hall

>Vile temptress! I have come to put an end to your kinds evil ways!

The Queen gives a smug smile to her guest. She knows she is much stronger than this knight and she glows with confidence.

<You have done well to come this far brave knight! My subjects did not slow you down at all!

>Actually there is no one else here. I think they are all out feeding. You should really manage yo- Never mind that! Your kind steal the virtue of men! Have at you!

The Queen was a bit disappointed in her fellow Succubus but there was really no harm done. She could defeat this young knight quite easily but decided to have a bit of fun instead. She knew that knights such as himself were not to have casuals relations with women so she had the mind to toy with him a bit.

<Oh, but sir knight there is no need to shed blood. I shall make you a deal. If you were to ravage me at this very moment, I shall vow to leave this land and never return!

>That is impossible.

<Ha! Just as I thou-

>Not unless you marry me.

<Wh-What!?

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053547 No.364881

File: 9fcd281bb2aeb42⋯.gif (466.06 KB,352x259,352:259,Thumb_up.gif)

>>364878

>>364879

AND NIGGERS SAY THIS BOARD IS DYING!

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e27b62 No.364971

>>364878

>>364879

>re read these

>catch all my little grammatical errors

Fug. I should really put these through a word processor before I post.

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bcc0a4 No.365518

>>364636

Karin hated to admit it, but she was enjoying her new routine in life. At first she felt as though she didn't deserve to be happy, but the day to day had made her forget those thoughts, and focus on what was at hand. She wanted to help him, not because of the idea of a nice garden, but simply because of how busy and content he was with his duties.

As he toiled away, ripping out weeds, cutting grass, digging dirt, pouring new soil, and lift heavy objects, it filled Karin with her own sense of determination. So she would keep him happy, fed, hydrated, and kept company.

She would cook food, bring him water, or chilled tea, and even help him with the task if she felt brave enough. It felt natural to Karin, welcomed even, but there was something that she couldn't shake, something dark.

Time and time again, Karin had caught herself no longer thinking of him as that little boy she had taken care of so long ago. It was silly, because he clearly wasn't that little boy anymore, but the thoughts still struck her with guilt. She caught peaks of him as he worked, admiring his body and muscles. She had to quickly look away or throw herself around a corner, holding her hands to her cheeks, attempting to calm herself down.

He was very much a man now…A very rugged man… Karin quivered and took a deep breath, she had impure thoughts of a man she once called her “Little boy.” though biologically there wasn't much difference between them age wise, he might actually, technically, be older than her now, at least by a few months.

Karin closed her eyes and sat down on the floor, her hands never leaving her cheeks. She loved him before, but now she was…In love with him. She didn't want to admit it, she felt nothing but guilt about it, but it was true. But Karin wouldn't relent, and decided it was simply a side effect, an unwanted outcome of giving up her immortality.

“I'm simply afraid of dying alone…” She told herself in a hushed whisper. “Its just something I have to get over…”

But…What if it wasn't. He was a man now, after all, and there was no real relations between them. He was attached to Karin when he was a child, but that innocent attachment is long gone.

No, she had to prove to herself that it wasn't the case…What…What if she saw him in the nude? She saw him naked all the time when he was a child, but now that he's a grown man, if she can resist then, then she knows she was in the clear.

It was a stupid, obviously flawed plan, but that was all she could thing of…For obvious reasons…

Karin sprang the question after dinner, but she couldn't just demand that he disrobe, so she had a different idea.

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bcc0a4 No.365519

>>365518

“You've been working so hard these last few days.” Karin commented as she cleaned the table.

“It's been quite the chore.” You sighed, handing her your plate. “But not an unwelcome one.”

“Your bones must ache. Come, let me draw you a bath.”

“I would like that.” You said, standing up.

“I'll wash your back for you.”

The last comment caused you to pause. You turned back to her. “Wash my back?”

“Well, we wouldn't want you to stretch too much and hurt yourself.” Karin told you. “It is a common gesture here in Zipangu.”

“A common gesture, or a common gesture for mamono?”

Karin smiled and pulled you along. “Don't be such a prude, I've seen you naked plenty.”

“I-I was a child back then!” You protested.

“Do you know how long I've been alive for? You still practically are to me!”

She was right, for the most part. Biologically she was around your age, and would now, you figured, age as you do. But still, how long the fox women, the “Inari” seemed to live, you couldn't even tell just how much longer she has been wandering the Earth than you have.

But still, you were a grown man now… It would be inappropriate. But she insisted…

You sat down on the small stool with your shirt still on, though a towel had been wrapped around your nether. You looked forward with an unamused glare, groaning uncomfortably as you fidget in your little seat.

Karin entered a few moments later, you heard her feet slap against the washroom's ground. You didn't turn around, but your mind raced. Was she nude? The idea made your heart pump faster, but you didn't dare peak. This was Margaret! You respected her too much to ogle her!

-

Karin stood behind him with a towel pressed against her chest, she hid her privates behind it, though she stood naked. Her breaths were heavy and hot, the monstrous part of her brain began to take over and she couldn't fight it. This idea was terrible at first, but she soon began to like it. Soon she could make this man hers.

“Are you ready?” She asked, kneeling behind him.

“Y…Yes.” He responded.

“I can't wash your back with your shirt still on.” Karin commented.

“R-right.”

He took off his shirt, and her excitement sky rocketed. But then…It faded.

Karin's lust burned away from her body, her eyes widened in shock and her mouth turned from a dirty grin to a expression of horror and grief. She looked upon years of battle built up in the form of battle scars. There was so little of unmarked flesh that she had trouble finding any.

Years of mistakes, lapse in judgment, ambushes, inexperience, and just sheer bad luck had taken it's toll in the form of scars. Cuts from swords, punctures from spears, daggers, and arrows. Claw marks, wounds from horns, bites, had somehow made it through his powerful armor and made their claims upon him.

Karin slowly covered her mouth with her hand, her expression turning into one of pure anguish as tears began to flow freely from her eyes. She struggled to not make sounds of remorse and sadness, gritting her fangs, the guilt and regret washing over her.

“…Karin?” He asked, his head turning slightly. “Are you alright?”

Without a word, Karin leaped forward and wrapped her arms around him, crying softly as she hugged him closely. He jumped forward slightly, surprised by her sudden embrace, he noticed the sobbing before he noticed that her naked body was pressed against him.

“K-Karin!?” He asked again. “Whats wrong?”

She didn't answer, all she could do was cry, and hold him close.

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bcc0a4 No.365520

>>365519

Rourke looked on in disapproval, his hands at his side as the two Paladin's joined him on the training field.

“You're both late.” He scolded, watching the two slouch towards him.

“Sorry, sir.” Louis apologized. “Things happened.”

“I can say the same…” Wolfgang groaned. “Long night.”

“Long night…?” Rourke asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

He suddenly gave the two a chilling stare, causing them both to lock up.

“Sun be damned, you've gone native.” He accused.

“W-ww-well, I-” Louis started, but was interrupted by Wolfgang.

“I was caught off guard! I've been on this damn island too long!”

“I can't believe it.” Rourke continued to accuse, playing up his disappointment. “I leave you alone for a few days and suddenly you're whoring around like ladies of the night!”

“I wouldn't call it whoring, sir…” Louis protested meekly.

“I have only myself to blame.” Rourke sighed. “I wasn't tough enough on you. But mark my word–”

“Sir Rourke!”

A new voice called his name, and soon the old man froze as well. He turned his head to see Lady Asahi approach him with something square wrapped in a green and black checkered cloth. Her tail wagged as she smiled.

“I wanted to truly thank you for the other day.” She explained. “So I made you lunch.”

“T-thank you…Lady Asahi…” he trembled as he took the box.

He could feel the other two stare at him, stabbing into him with their glares of guilt. But before the conversation could continue, and much to Rourke's relief, guards and soldiers rushed to Rourke and began to shout.

“Slow down!” He says in Zipangu. “I'm not that good at the language yet.”

“The hunting party is back!” The guard exclaims.

The road leading into the city was alight with cheering and celebration. The war was now, officially, over, and the Samurai and others that traveled through the land to hunt down their enemy had returned, mostly unscathed.

Those who returned waved to the crowed, or boasted their own successes. The ones in the back were…Less cheery. They hurried, almost embarrassed, away from the last in the line. A human man clad in onyx plated armor, his visor and helmet peeled back to reveal his face covered in dirt and grime. The chest plate of his armor was splattered with a terrifying crimson, and the street scratched and clattered behind him, made by the skulls that were tied together by a rope and dragged behind him.

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bcc0a4 No.365521

>>365520

“Levitz…” Rourke spoke up.

The crusading Paladin halted and turned to his commanding officer. “Brother-Captain.”

“What the hell is this?” He asked, nodded to the display.

Levitz raised the rope he was carrying and examined the skulls of his kills. “I plan to burn them. So Vladimir has something to present to the others in heaven.”

“You may want to put them away.” Rourke suggested. “People are staring.”

Levitz looked around and noticed some worrying glances. “Oh.”

He shoved them into his pack and stood back up, examining the others, Levitz cocked his head.

“Did he…?”

“He's fine.” Rourke confirmed. “He's recovering at Lady Karin's estate. They seem to have a history together.”

“I see.” Levitz nodded before noticing something else is amiss. “Where's Gerald?”

The other three stopped and looked at one another, in all the hubbub they hadn't noticed that Gerald never showed his face.

“Its not like him to be late…” Wolfgang commented. “Something is wrong.”

“I mean, I wasn't really looking for him.” Louis admitted. “But I haven't seen him in a few days now.”

“Hm…” Rourke rubbed the grays of his chin and narrowed his eyes. “I agree with Wolfgang, something isn't right.”

He had an idea, and turned to Lady Asahi, who was standing off to the side from the conversation.

“Lady Asahi, might I make a request?”

“Oh?” Asahi's ears perked. “How may I be of assistance, sir Rourke?”

“A woman of your attributes wouldn't happen to be good at…Tracking, would she?”

-

Take no chances, underestimate no one, its what kept Paladins like Rourke alive for so long. The four of them were in their armor, carrying both blade and gun. He had to confirm twice to make sure Asahi was correct, but they did manage to track Rourke to one particular building. It was out of the way, barely noticeable if you weren't looking for it. A house crushed between two other buildings.

They stacked up on the front door, opening it slightly and peeking inside. No signs of life, they moved in guns forward. Cautious, not wanting to hit Gerald, they moved through the building, clearing out room after room on the first level before returning to the stairs in the main hall. There was a single sliding door at the end of the stairs, and the four wasted no time approaching and stacking up, two on each side of the door, and preparing to enter.

“Lights on.” Levitz commented through his helmet. “Someone's home.”

“Or someone's careless.” Wolfgang added.

“Either way.” Rourke chimed. “Hold your fire unless you have a confirmed hostile. We don't need an incident.”

“On my mark…” Rourke continued.

With a nod to his companion, Rourke moved to the front of the door and kicked it in, sending it sliding across the wooden floor. The four entered the room and did a sweep with the barrel of their guns. It was a bed room, and they didn't even notice the lumps atop the king-sized bed.

There lied Gerald, completely naked with only a sheet to cover his privates. He rested in the center of the bed, drinking from a bottle of sake. To his left was a woman with long, ink black hair, peacefully sleeping while clinging to Gerald's other arm. To his right was a much taller woman with red skin and two pointed horns and platinum blond hair, she was cuddling up to him with her arms wrapped around his waist.

And finally, sleeping between Gerald's legs was a woman with scarlet hair and the lower half of a spider, not awakening even with all the ruckus.

Gerald took his lips away from the bottle and looked at the four, a groan of discomfort leaving Wolfgang's lips as he lowered his weapon and shook his head. Gerald smiled and raised his bottle.

“Afternoon, gents.” He greeted them. “Care for a drink?”

-

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5ae46a No.365755

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>>365521

Incoming harem crusaders. *good shit keep it up*

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5ae46a No.365758

>>365755

That's what i get for 3AM posting

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9915d1 No.365972

>>319087

Your entire story was shit, guy from nearly a year ago. I hope you've already killed yourself in the months since you posted this steaming pile.

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5ae46a No.366014

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>>365972

You're entitled to your own opinion, even if it's shit.

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89ec3c No.366115

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bcc0a4 No.368358

Sorry for the long-ass wait.

The story should be finished by the next update, which should be anywhere from now to the end of time.

but no, expect it soon.

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6a8b4d No.368610

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bcc0a4 No.370880

>>365521

You hadn't seen a day this gray since the battle. The sun hid behind the blanketing clouds, and wind howled a deathly chill. The interior of the home was dark, but not dark enough to be blinding. You hadn't seen Karin all day, and you began to worry.

At first, you wanted to give her space, but something inside you demanded that you confront her.

Standing in front of her room, you slid the door open slowly. You stepped inside and turned to your right towards her bed. There she was, sitting at the side of her bed with her face buried in her hands, her tail lifeless against the mattress. Without an effort to conceal your presence, you approached and stood at the other end of her bed.

“I couldn't do it anymore…” Karin admitted, taking her hands away from her face. “I wanted to return to you when you were older, I wanted more than anything to keep my promise… But when I was called back to serve the court, I knew it would never happen… I couldn't bear, I couldn't go on an eternity knowing how I betrayed you…”

You didn't say a word, Karin took a deep breath and wiped her tears away from her cheeks.

“When you approached me after your arrival here…When I saw all those horrible scars on your back… I felt my heart shatter… Its all too much.”

“Karin…” You finally spoke up. “If you stayed with me at the manor. If you didn't leave… What do you think would have happened to me?”

She didn't answer.

“Do you think I would have hid away and prayed the beasts would never find me again? Was I to stay at home like some privileged noble while my countrymen fought and died across dozens of battlefields?”

“You were just a child…” She whispered.

“I haven't been a child since I was eight years old.” You told her bluntly. “When father and mother died trying to fend off the beasts. That was when I lost my innocence, when I saw what the world really was.”

With determination, you continued.

“Even if you stayed I would have went, if not just to keep those wretches away from you. You were all I had left of my old life. When I joined the army, I was under the assumption that you were still somewhere on the continent. Every battle, every beast I killed, every time we pushed them back, I thought that they would be further away from you.

When I joined the order, when I received my blade, and finally my rifle and armor, I began fighting in a completely different war. We attacked first, struck them where it hurt the most, surgical strikes in the heart of the horde. I killed leaders, I killed beasts so low on their hierarchy that they were mere slaves, just because they were beasts. I even ripped the life away from their children.”

Karin slowly turned around to look upon you.

“Because I believed, every life I took, every ounce of blood I spilled, there was a greater chance that you would be safe. Every God damned time we entered one of their miserable hovels, I prayed to God or anyone that would listen that I would not find you among the women we dragged from those pits… Blame yourself all you want, but it doesn't change anything, I was going down this path one way or another.”

Karin said nothing, her eyes trailed downwards, unable to make contact with yours.

“You need to stop blaming yourself.” You begged. “You already gave up your immortality. Isn't that enough?”

She remained silent, turning away from you and looking forward once again. You could only sigh and turn away, leaving her to herself, you hoped that your words had done something, you weren't the most sensitive person on the planet, maybe you were too harsh. But it was something you wanted to say, something you had to say.

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bcc0a4 No.370881

>>370880

Afterwards, you returned to your work in the yard, it was almost completed, only a few more chores to be done before it could be kept with proper maintenance. Most of the pain in your body had subsided, though a few bones still ached from time to time, it was nothing serious, however. You worked for another hour before you heard the back door slide open.

Turning, you saw Karin standing meekly at the door, she put on her slippers and approached you, hands at her sides.

“There…Is a festival being held in a few days…” Karin explained.

She fidgeted, slowly wringing her hands together. “Would…You like to go with me?”

You stood silent for a moment, before giving her an agreeable smile. “Of course.”

“And so the children lifted themselves from despair and began the long journey to rebuild what they had lost. And God Rejoiced.”

-Extermination 1.9, Book of the Unconquered Sun

The celebration began at noon, though you didn't arrive until the twilight evening. There was a parade in honor of the Empress herself, as well as a showing of her honor guard and other fanciful showmen. The festival itself was filled with performers, games, and stands that sold anything from food to nick nacks from you to take home.

The children chased each other through the crowds or played off in the field with one another, human and mamono alike. Salesmen yelled loudly through the crowed to gain attention while others showed their art to gain attention and profit.

Everyone attended the festival, as a show of respect mostly. Though most Paladins decided against the traditional robe of the Zipangu people, though to various excuses.

Rourke said he was allergic to the material, Levitz commented his was too large for him, Louis was too small, and Wolfgang said he was still technically on duty. In truth, most Paladins didn't enjoy the feel of loose fitting clothing, and would much rather wear the clothes they are accustomed to.

Gerald was okay with it, however, marching down the road like a triumphant conqueror with a woman hugging to each arm.

You made a compromise with Karin, and took the robe she offered you, a blue and white striped “Yukata” she told you it was called. You wore it, but chose to wear your usual clothing underneath it, it may be a little stuffy, especially during a summer night, but you tolerated it.

You met with the others, catching up on what you had missed. Gerald's situation was obvious, Louis tried to speak before being dragged away by the lady Yono, who scolded him on not wearing the yukata she had picked out for him.

She was much more elegant and lady like in her dress, though the fact flustered her when Louis brought it forward.

Wolfgang was rather open about his relationship with the Lady Asako, though his brain must not have processed that he was currently with someone that wasn't human. This should all have been foreign to the Paladins, relationships are not uncommon in the order, especially for married men who join late, but something like this is unheard of. Even Rourke seemed to be having a conversation with a lady off to the side.

“Compromised.” You could hear the words of the old Brother Tiber in your head, followed by his usual quotations from the book.

“Hey, hey.” Karin tugged on your sleeve. “Are we just going to stand here all day?”

She pulled you along, leaving Levitz to his fate as he was accosted by a large tiger woman before he could speak to you. In a situation like this, you really had no agency of your own, so you went about simply following Karin's lead, and going where she wanted to go.

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bcc0a4 No.370882

>>370881

You strolled past toys, good luck charms, wooden weapons, and even a few stands selling instruments. But what really caught your eye, and appetite, was the food. You suddenly took charge and led Karin along from stand to stand, though she didn't seem to mind. After paying with the money you had gathered, Karin and you found a place to sit down to taste your loot. Most of the food was on some kind of stick, but you also managed to pick out a box of flavored rice as well as grilled fish and octopus.

Karin made the first move, and reached for a stick poked through four round snacks. She put the first one in her mouth and chewed, instantly making a face and placing her hand on her cheek.

“Is something wrong?” You asked.

“I didn't expect it to be so spicy…” She complained before offering you a ball as well. “Say 'aah'.”

You look at the treat and bite it off the stick, chewing on it and testing her claim. It was… Very good, a wheat based batter mixed with what tasted like fish and covered with a sauce you weren't familiar with. You swallowed it and shrugged.

“Tastes good.”

Karin looked at with an disappointed expression. “You're no fun.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“That was really spicy!” she complained. “You're faking it, you're just trying to look tough!”

“I-I eat a lot of spicy food!” You protest.

“I'm sure you do, liar.” She huffed.

You narrowed your eyes, in defiance, you grabbed her wrist and ate the other two balls one after another. Karin's tail stood on end and she tried to pull the stick from your mouth.

“Aaah! Don't eat them all!”

You leaned back, pulling the stick from your mouth and chewing. You pause, the sudden rush of heat flowing over you, that maybe wasn't a good idea. Still, you persist, and swallow the food once you've chewed enough to prove your point.

“I still wanted one…” Karin pouted.

“Mine now…” You managed to cough up from between choking on the heat and the food.

Karin could only feign her anger until you were done eating and you returned to the festival. She began to pull you along, bringing you to whatever caught her eye. The first was a play being done by two people wearing masks, you were informed that it was called “Kabuki”.

You didn't understand it, but the children seemed to like it.

Afterwards, you played a few games, especially the one where you had to knock down bottles with a ball. It felt like the game was challenging you… You didn't take down the bottles the first time, but you were sure you hit it dead on. The second throw was much harder, and the bottles came crashing down with a shatter. The gamekeeper, though reluctantly, handed you the prize. A teddy bear from a “far off land.”

“Oh, he's cute.” Karin teased as the two of you walked away from the stand.

“Yeah, but I don't think he'll make the team.” You added, handing it to her. “He's all yours.”

“My, aren't you a gentlemen.” She commented with a smile, taking it from you. “I think I have a nice place for him in my room.”

You stopped a few more times before the roads suddenly became busier. People were shouting and pointing up the hill and began to gather around there.

“Oh!” Karin gasped, tugging on your sleeve. “The fireworks are starting!”

You followed her to the top of the hill, trying to get the best view before it started. You were curious, only familiar with fireworks in use for war, as distractions or to just disrupt formations and movements. The first one caught you off guard, an explosion of multiple colors. The second exploded into the shape of a Zipangu letter you didn't recognize, followed by four more, each one a different color of the rainbow.

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bcc0a4 No.370883

>>370882

You turned away to see Karin's reaction, but…Something caught your eye. You watched her instead, the smile on her face, the way the lights brightened her features, the reflection from her eyes. You could feel your heart rate increase. You didn't even notice your own smile.

-

The night dragged on, and eventually the two of you returned to Karin's home. Karin and you talked about the event even as you got home, following Karin to her bedroom while she looked for a place to put your prize.

“There.” Karin suggested, pointed at the top of her closet. “How about there?”

Karin stepped on the tips of her toes attempting to reach the top of her closet, but unfortunately was too short to reach. She reacted before you could swoop in to help and reached for a stool she had on the corner near her rather western desk. Finally, she placed the bear on the top of her closet, sitting against the back wall.

But as she stepped down, the stool slipped from under her, Karin gasped in surprise, tumbling from the stool. Luckily, you were there, and you quickly sprang forward, catching her in your arms before she hit the ground. She sighed in relief and regained her footing, putting her hands against your arms to balance herself properly.

“Thank you…” She sighed. “That would have been embarrassing.”

You laughed and straightened her out, but you didn't let go, something told you not to. Karin looked up and your eyes met, frozen in the arms of one another. You felt your fingers grip against her shoulders, your heart racing faster and faster. Karin followed suit, her breathing becoming deeper with each passing moment.

Slowly, the two of you closed the distance between one another, your ears darting in contemplation, like the two of you were performing an experiment that could go wrong at any moment. Still you persisted against the mess of thoughts in your mind. Both Karin and you stopped as your lips almost touched, neither of you were breathing, struggling with yourselves if this is what you really wanted.

But, in the end, you were the first one to make the commitment. Fighting through the hesitation, you planted your lips firmly on Karin's. She inhaled sharply in surprise, but didn't pull away, her grip on your arms loosened and soon accepted your embrace, wrapping your arms around her.

Her lips were warm, pleasant, and inviting, Karin opened her eyes when you pulled away, looking back into yours. Without a word, she reached and wrapped her arms around your neck, answering your kiss with a kiss of her own. At that moment, any kind of apprehension was gone, and the feelings the two of you had for one another changed completely. If this was somehow wrong, you no longer gave a damn.

The two of you only pulled away to catch a breath, Karin slowly lead you towards her bed. She pulled away the sash that held her kimono together as you parted the cloth from her shoulders. With one final kiss, she managed to pull away from you, her face scarlet and her hands gripping the chest of her clothing. A deep breath, and she dropped her robes to the floor, exposing herself to you.

You weren't naive, this wasn't the first time you've seen a woman naked, especially wit the sorts that would throw themselves at a crusading Paladin. But you had always been stronger than the desires, this however, was very different.

“W-…Well?” Karin asked, rubbing her arm. “Are you just going to stand there staring?”

“You're very beautiful.” You caught yourself saying.

Karin smiled and averted her eyes. “Stop that…You're embarrassing me.”

You pressed your hands against her shoulders and pushed her on to the bed. She looked up at you with a gulp and placed her hands on your chest. You leaned in and gently kissed her neck, Karin arched against it and bit her lower lip, you could hear her tail bat against the bed frame excitingly, which was the only go ahead you really needed.

Without slowing your kisses, you felt her body with your right hand, trailing up her flat stomach. She yelped in surprise when your fingers pressed against her rips, but she welcomed you with a slow coo when your hand found it's mark, gently squeezing her breast. She welcomed you, wrapping her arms around your neck once more and pulling you close, her soft breaths brushing against your ear.

You squeezed her gently and lovingly, gently pinching her nipple before reluctantly pulling your hand away. It trailed her body again and found it's way between her legs. Karin gasped again, but did little to stop you, she tightened her grip as your fingers began to rub her, and her legs raised and squeezed on your wrist.

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bcc0a4 No.370884

>>370883

You finally entered her with two fingers, Karin yelped again into your ear and her grip tightened around you. Moving slowly, you pushed your fingers inside her, causing her to spasm and fidget, she repeated your name into your ear over and over until she pushed you away from her neck and pressed her lips against yours again.

Karin's tongue explored your mouth and danced with yours, she pressed her body tightly against you and moaned deeply into your mouth. You pulled your hand away from between her legs, soaked in her juices before Karin began to undress you in kind with little resistance. Afterwards, Karin leaned back and looked to you with longing eyes.

You led her on her back again, with no contemplation or hesitation, you put yourself between her legs and gently guided yourself into her. Karin made a pleasant gasp, arching her back while you slid inside her. She smiled as you hilted and raised her arms, offering you an embrace. You accepted and let her hold you close as you began to slowly thrust.

Karin wrapped her legs around your waist and gently pressed her lips against the side of your neck. Her fingers pressed firmly against the muscles on your back, sliding across your skin with every thrust.

You took in every detail. The sparkle of her eyes, the softness of her skin on your fingers, the way her insides hugged your rod, the sensation of her lips against your neck. Karin yelped in surprise as you pulled her from her back, hoisting her up to ride you, you held her close and brushed your hand down her spine, brushing her tail from in between your fingers.

Karin smiled and hugged you closer, putting your lips against your shoulder, her moans filling your ears. You loved that, you loved the sound she made, you loved how beautiful she was, you loved her laugh, and her smile, and how she wants to take care of you. Your love for her changed, she wasn't your childhood caretaker any longer, but someone you wanted to spend your life with.

When Karin raised her lips from your shoulder, you kissed her again, holding it as you moved your hips. She returned your kiss and tightened her legs around your waist. Your head became lighter, and you could feel the pressure erupting in your loins.

Karin froze, her tail standing on end and her ears twitching as you released inside her. She released her lips from yours and gasped deeply. You felt her nails drag across the skin on your back, and her legs grip into a vice. Her grip loosened after your last pump, finally releasing her breath and placing her hands on your shoulders.

You looked into one another's eyes, Karin was the first to laugh and press her forehead against yours.

“I love you…” She whispered.

“I love you too.” You responded with a smile.

Karin hugged you and then pulled you into the bed. The two of you shared another kiss before Karin sat up and blew out the candles before lying back down against your chest.

You woke up sometime during the night, your eyes had adjusted to the dark, vague shadows of the room stood around you.

“Are you awake?” Karin whispered.

“Yeah…” You whispered back.

Karin remained silent for a moment, you almost fell back asleep.

“You know…” She suddenly started. “I was worried at first.”

“About what?” You asked.

“About…This. About this kind of relationship with you… At first I felt guilty, when I finally stopped seeing you as that little boy so long ago… I felt that my love was misplaced, but…” You felt the hot breath of Karin's sigh against your chest. “I was ready to spend the rest of my life alone, I had no idea I would ever see you again.”

You rubbed her shoulder with the hand you had wrapped around her.

“I'm glad…” She admitted. “I'm glad this happened.”

“I am too…” You told her simply.

You felt Karin's arm shift on your chest. You met her halfway with your left hand and allowed her fingers to intertwine with yours before you fell back asleep.

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bcc0a4 No.370885

>>370884

“You're not coming with us?” Rourke asked.

You shook your head.

“Its that Karin lady, isn't it?” Wolfgang asked from the ship's railing.

“She's family, believe it or not.” You told him. “

Wolfgang shrugged. “Can't really argue with that.”

Louis was off to the side, consoling the Lady Yono.

“They're a couple?” You asked.

“Seems so.” Rourke sighed. “But Louis has Errants unfinished. Lover or not, his duty to the Order comes first.”

She seemed rather upset by the news, not angry like her usual emotion, just…Sad. Louis cupped her cheeks and gently kissed her on the forehead before approaching you.

“Heard you're not coming with us.” Louis remarked.

You shook your head.

“Well, that's fine…” He sighed.

A moment later, Louis picked you up in an embrace that you believed would break you. He held it for a few moments before letting you back down.

“You're not staying?” You asked after catching your breath.

“Not right now, no.” He said sadly. “Duty is duty, afterall.”

Louis boarded the ship, and soon after you felt a hand on your shoulder. Geralt walked past you and climbed into the ship as well.

“It was fun.” Geralt noted. “But the enemy won't kill themselves.”

You looked up at the ship, Levitz said his farewells with a small nod.

“Well.” Rourke breathed in through his teeth. “I guess this is it, for now.”

You reach to your side and drew your sword, attempting to hand it Rourke. He refuses with a simple hand gesture.

“Keep it.” He tells you. “You're still one of us, though it makes sense to leave a Paladin behind to make sure we didn't miss any of the Beasts.”

You smile and nod, sheathing the blade.

“Unfortunately, your rifle and armor are in dire need of repair. The holy-men are going to tear my ears off with their complaints.”

The two of you laughed, Rourke looked at you and balled his hand into a fist, pushing it against your jaw. He turned and joined the others on the ship, looking back to you one last time.

“Go with god, friend.”

You said your goodbyes, and watched as the ship began its voyage home, not turning your back to them until they were but a speck in the horizon of shimmering blue. With your blade at your side, you headed home.

Karin waited for you there, greeting you as you entered with a kiss on the lips. You didn't know how you would deal with this kind of life, but you would at least try…

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bcc0a4 No.370886

>>370885

“Blessed be he who wields the sacred relic, for all god loving men will follow him into battle. For war is eternal, and only he will keep the darkness at bay…”

-Lautican 4.01, Book of the Unconquered Sun

Ten years had passed since that day, and you lived a different kind of life now. It didn't take long for you to acclimate to this new life style, though the city life was not really your thing. Soon, Karin and you sold the manor, and moved to a humble estate in the countryside. You missed your brothers dearly, but you also enjoyed this new, peaceful life. Though it was not as if you never saw them again.

Louis was the first to visit, around a year after his departure, the two of you spoke at lengths as to what has happened over the last year. He had come to pick up the Lady Yono, asking her to come with him on his new journeys. She happily agreed and the two soon became known as a powerful battle duo in many lands.

Wolfgang came two weeks after Louis. The two of you chatted for some time, but he soon had to leave towards the mainland to the west. Then came Levitz, who only stayed a short while, he also came to visit a Jinko you had not met, but he was gone soon as well.

Gerald visited soon after, though you didn't see much of him, predisposed with a few women you had been warned about. When you finally met him he had a new scar on his mouth, something he had attained in Braska some time ago. The two of you had visited the cremation sight of Vladimir before Gerald also went off to the west.

And finally Rourke, though age was catching up to him. He was leaving to the lands of Ellada at the request of Paladin-Lord Diomedes, who ruled over the Mediterranean nation. After almost a day of talking, Rourke continued his journey to the western coast of Zipangu… And that would be the last you would ever see of your mentor…

You had built a life for yourself, one to be proud of at that. Your lands were fertile and grew vegetables in abundance. And the livestock was fat and happy, both brought you great profit, and let you live a comfortable, yet hard earned life.

You toiled away in the fields, wiping the sweat from your brow as you heard a voice call out to you.

“Papa!” The young voice called.

You smiled and turned around, taking a knee and allowing the little girl to throw herself into your arms. Her two tail wagged happily and her fox ears twitched atop her golden hair.

“Hello to you too, Makoto.” You laughed, ruffling her hair and ears.

Makoto giggled and took a step back.

“Dad!” Another voice called. “Look what we found!”

A boy ran to you with a very miffed frog in his hands. He grinned and wiped the dirt from his cheeks. The boy looked like you when you were his age, though his hair was short, it matched his mother's in color. A one in ten thousand chance, you were told. Although the boy was human, he was birthed by your wife Karin, with the only resemblance being the hair color and his almost fox like slits for pupils in his emerald eyes.

“Now, where did you kidnap him from, Evan?” You asked.

“The lake!” He stated proudly.

“Well, do you intend to eat him?”

“Yuck, no!” Evan rejected the idea while his sister stuck out her tongue with a “Eww!”

“Then you should probably let him go.” You suggested.

“Fine…” Evan pouted.

You smiled and stood up, spotting Karin near the house in the distance. You wrangled the children back to the house and greeted your wife with a kiss.

“Look how dirty you are!” Karin scolded both you and the kids. “Well you're certainly taking a bath soon enough.”

“Like you're one to talk.” You huffed, pressing your hands against her cheeks.

Karin struggled and managed to pull herself away from your grasp.

“Why, I never. I was once part of the royal court, you know!”

“And now you're out here with me.” You state boldly.

“And I wouldn't have it any other way.” She said, pressing her nose against yours. “We can take a bath together then.”

“Oh…?”

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bcc0a4 No.370887

>>370886

“Dad!” Evan pulled on your shirt. “Someone's coming.”

He looked to Evan and then to the road leading to your house.

“He-He's real big.” Makoto stated, hiding behind you.

They were right, the man was a giant. You couldn't make him out clearly until he closed in, but by the time he was marching up the hill to your home, you knew full well that he was a Paladin.

He must have been almost seven feet tall, his armor was adorned in gold and he wore the pelt of a lion over his shoulders, its dead glare staring back at you. In his right hand he carried a mighty axe he used as a walking stick, the sharp head jutting from the golden maw of a lion similar to the one he wore on his shoulders. He wore no visor, a scared face with olive skin, a shaved head, and a kept beard.

You've never met him in person, but just by appearance you knew who this man was. The Paladin-Lord Diomedes, Paladin of the great southern houses and King of the country of Ellada.

“If I am not mistaken by your skin, you are the Paladin I seek.” Diomedes asked, his voice heavily accented.

“I am a Paladin, yes.” You spoke the truth.

“Then you are Rourke's man.” He sighed. “Then before we speak further I should tell you that Brother-Captain Rourke has fallen in battle.”

“Rourke is…Dead?”

Karin looked to you and placed a hand on your shoulder and chest.

“He died bravely. If only we could be so lucky.” Diomedes stated.

His voice was cold, but you took no offense to it. The archives had always mentioned he was straight forward and to the point, it was just how he was. Usually, Paladin-Lords would travel with an entourage, body guards. But Diomedes was revered and famed for his prowess in battle. If anything the body guards may have just slowed him down if he came into danger.

“I've come to collect you personally on his behalf.” Diomedes informed you. “It would be an insult if I sent a messenger.”

“Collect me?” You asked. “If I might asked, My lord.”

“Diomedes is fine.” He corrected you.

“Then why do you need me, Diomedes?”

Diomedes looked away for a moment before speaking again. “A call to arms have been given, very dire this time.”

“A call to arms?”

“Yes. The beasts are rising again.”

You froze, Karin looked to you with worry.

“Beasts?” You asked. “There's no way. We killed them all!”

“A different breed, it would seem. They do not share the characteristics with goats this time around.”

“Then what are they.”

Diomedes pointed to the pelt on his shoulders. “Large fangs, heavy weapons, sturdy armor. They are much smarter and larger than their counterparts…”

Diomedes straightened himself out.

“I came to seek your aid, many other Paladins have already answered the call to arms, and many Paladin-Lords already muster their armies to meet this foe. They are mustering their hordes in the lands of Rica as we speak. And I came with haste to gain your aid as well.”

Diomedes looked at your children, then your wife before looking back to you.

“You may refuse, and I would not blame you if you did. But I will say…If we do not stop the beast hordes here and now. They will spread. And in a few years, it will be your children fighting them as well.”

You looked down to the scared Evan, your brows furled. He was about the same age you were when you lost everything… You took a deep breath and patted your son on the head.

“Give me time to gather my things…” You told him.

“Dad, no!” Evan protested.

“Daddy!” Makoto added.

Karin looked heart broken, but she didn't say a thing. She knew.

“Good.” Diomedes nodded. “We already have your armor and rifle… Its been some time since you have been united with them.”

As quickly as he came, Diomedes turned his back and began to leave.

“I must return to my people. We muster in Ellada, I will see you there.”

You were packed the next day, your old sword once again at your side. Leaving through the front door, you said your farewells to your children and wife.

“Take care of your mother and sister for me, alright Evan?” You instructed, hugging the boy close.

“Okay, Dad…” he sniffled.

“Makoto, be good for your mother, she'll need you more than ever.” You told your daughter with a hug as well.

“I understand, daddy…”

Finally, you stood up and approached Karin. She hid the tears from her eyes as you hugged her close and kissed her on the lips.

“I will return.” You told her.

“I know.” She smiled. “Come back to us, my love.”

You looked back at them as you left until you couldn't see your farm anymore. You left them behind, for their sake, for the sake of everyone…

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bcc0a4 No.370888

>>370887

The journey to Ellada wasn't as long as you expected. When you reached the mainland you were found by a soldier of the Zhongguo army. You didn't speak one another's language, but he recognized you from description. From here you were lead to an unfamiliar vehicle, something known as a “train.”

It cut your travels in half, stepping off the train only when the railroad ended. From there you walked, went by horse, and finally stepped aboard another train leading to Ellada. You were greeted by Diomedes himself, who had returned to his kingdom mere days before you. There you were given your armor and rifle once again, and like a second layer of skin, it fit just like you remembered.

The armies marched, hundreds of thousands of soldiers with a detachment of thousands of Paladins met the horde of over a million beasts along the coast of Ellada. The army of the Unconquered Sun brought their full might to bare, with soldiers of every nation. Even Zipangu Samurai and Freeman joined the fray. The Sacred Craftsmen sent their strongest, and with them, artillery like you have never seen.

You stood atop the hills, looking down at the Lions that would meet your wrath. You turned your head to your left and met eyes with Louis, Yono stood at his side, hands on the sword he had given her a decade ago. He nodded to you, and you nodded back.

To your right came Levitz, loading his revolver and strapping it to his side, then Gerald and Wolfgang, their firearms at the ready.

A lifetime of war, a lifetime of battle, but now you had something to protect, something to come home to. It would make each stroke of the sword and squeeze of the trigger worthwhile. You looked on ahead, ready for the signal to charge.

The visor came down around your face, and once again you returned to the bloody business.

END.

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bcc0a4 No.370889

File: 46c38f3f60110f2⋯.jpg (343.43 KB,1000x1000,1:1,1535171798752.jpg)

>>370888

And that's it for me.

80 page long story, was longer than I expected it to be.

Anyone who stuck with me until now probably noticed the writers fatigue setting in, so this will probably be my final story, at the very least for this thread.

Thanks for reading, I feel like I told all the stories I wanted to tell.

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210817 No.370977

>>370889

You are my hero, writefag-sama.

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13fca2 No.371011

>>370889

I enjoyed every entry.

Thank you so much for your stories, anon.

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6a8b4d No.371779

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>>370889

>Thanks for reading, I feel like I told all the stories I wanted to tell.

It is a bitter sweetness I feel. could you create a pastebin for your stories, or would you rather archive this thread?

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2230d5 No.372434

>>370889

Thanks for the stories, hope to see you writing more in the future.

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bcc0a4 No.373002

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>>371779

Considering anything and everything I've written as public domain. If anyone wants to pastebin them they're more than welcome to.

>>372434

I've had an idea for a empire building game, but I don't know how to go about it.

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5e3adf No.373003

>>373002

What's got you stumped?

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bcc0a4 No.373004

>>373003

Mostly how to make it fun/interesting. I don't have enough autism power to make it super technical, but I also don't have the artistic ability to make things like hex grid maps so it would be almost 100% narrative. And the problem with that is if you don't have maps you wouldn't really know where you were going and all that stuff.

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5e3adf No.373006

>>373004

The map doesn't have to look great, it just has to get the necessary information across.

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bcc0a4 No.373009

>>373006

I'll take a look into it. If I can make it fun for people I'll do it, but if not then I'll drop the idea, at least for a time.

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3d49dc No.373010

>>373004

A hex based map is something even a person whos never drawn before in his life could do, not pretty, but good enough to get the point across.

Literally download a hexagon template and fill it in with color, green for grass, gray for mountains or whatever. A town can be a flat drawing of a house like a grade schooler can do.

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bcc0a4 No.373042

File: 876d55b8affd9a0⋯.png (857.37 KB,3840x2160,16:9,1424766925535.png)

>>373006

>>373010

I'll give it some thought. I'm not even sure if its fantasy or science fiction yet.

But if I do get around to it, you'll know it when you see it.

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acf9b3 No.373082

>>370889

>>373042

good job as always, i hope we could read more of your writings in the future

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d1f2a1 No.374085

File: 00e8a69655defe8⋯.jpg (132.52 KB,590x590,1:1,Touhou_-_Chibi_Keine3.jpg)

i have a little lightish kinda novel i have written up in my head

its fairly politically charged and i was just wondering if /monster/ would like to read something like this

basically its a prediction on the distopia we will have if this trend of social JUSTICE continues. i dont want to get too much into it but basically men are being kept as production/maintenance fodder while at the same time they are demonized by the majority of society, MGs see this happening via portal

between universes and go like "oh looky here, they dont want their men" attempt to make contact and offer to take them off their hands but they refuse. which leads the more aggressive monster girls to push for a more assertive approach to them taking what they want

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690d80 No.374095

>>374085

The writefag General might be a better place for that. If it’s your first time, they can give you advice on how to improve your writing

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5fe322 No.374099

>>374085

What would be the tone off your story? Like semi-serious, comedic , or something else? There was 2020 story that had a semi serious feel towards it and sounds similar to your story maybe just without the ww3/ overrun Europe angle towards it.

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d1f2a1 No.374314

>>374099

its gonna be semi-serious and romancey/feelsy

a little bit of comedy and comfy thrown in there to amplify the feels, you know how you put a pinch of salt in a desert to amplify the sweetness? yeah like that

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5fe322 No.374379

>>374314

How would you imagine the men being like in a sjw world? would they be like something from 1984 (confused, broken) or people in the Brave New World (too pleasure focused) or some other dystopia caused personality deficiency.

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d1f2a1 No.374382

>>374379

in my universe. its a bit of both for the most part

a good portion of men are just broken, not so much confused( ill elaborate in a bit) but they do cower if confronted by females and want absolutely nothing to do with them. a smaller portion are pleasure driven, white knight orbiters and the ones who actually do get to fuck women but those are a lost cause because they are pussy whipped to the point where if a woman told them to get with another man he wouldn't hesitate

and there is the other group which would be the resistance. i dont want to get too much into them since they are basically going to be the backbone of the story but we have 2 major factions of the resistance

the ones on the grid and the ones who live off the grid.

the ones off the grid have either faked their deaths or fled early on.

they are split into 3 sub groups. the resource gatherers, the researchers, and the engineers.

the ones on the grid basically try to spread the word and remind the broken joes to help the cause in any way they can which usually means trading tools,bottles, cans, syringes or any other thing that would be time consuming for the off griders to produce, for meat and/or medicine.

the world government is aware of the resistance but since they keep a low profile, they arent seen as a threat to be pursued. however if they do see something like a trade happening they will be apprehended and sent to a gulag

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5fe322 No.374398

>>374382

Wait, what is the is the resistance resisting? I know you said that it is a sjw world but what is the legal and martial forces that make it such a dystopia? I doubt a ussr approach can be done anymore, the EU style would be very weak martial wise, and a heavy handed approach cannot be done in US or even in the latin american nations as both would or has been very violent. The only thing I could see working is the besmirching of ones good name and even than that is failing after the Kavanaugh hearing. Also what the hell would researchers be doing off the grid? They could just leave the nation and go some where else.

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d1f2a1 No.374404

>>374398

its a world wide government that fell to a "believe her" mentality

at which point basically any MO is possible if you have the mental gymnastics to give the reason. the force would basically be the white knight orbiters and to a lesser extent, police robotics

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868dcd No.374448

>>362880

>no, I can hear myself rejecting it in the back of my head

>no, it isn’t right. I can’t just expect to hear Mary like that as if I was never broken in the first place

>can’t accept it, not like that

>sudden flashes of images went through my mind, just vague recollection of things I’ve seen and done in the past

>her face seems frozen for a few seconds as if she had seen something she shouldn’t have, her eyes seemed to go grey faintly while her lips tremble lightly

>did she see those

>attempting to take her tentacle out of my ear, she stops me by the wrist, her eyes staring deep in my eyes

<anon, it’s okay

>no, it isn’t-

<you’re tired and confused, we should return to the hotel together

>did she just see my memories like that

<I’m sorry, anon. I wouldn’t help it, it’s my first time

>first what

>blushing fiercely, she basically drags me back to the hotel, arms locked together but still has her tentacle ‘locked’ in my ear

>keep hearing her whispering to herself faintly in her mind, not sure if it was possible to whisper inside your head though, never mind what she’s whispering about

>we made it back at the hotel, it’s almost dusk

>rushed through the reception, past multiple couples looking at us with confusion – is it because she’s still linked with me via tentacle

>we finally return to our room

>that’s funny

>now that I take a better look at our room, I notice that we only have one bed available

>thought we should at least get two beds for both of us since I’m only a tourist and it shouldn’t be expected of me to stay-

<anon, please

>she guides me to the edge of the bed, pushing me down to sit on it while she sits next to me with a uneasy face

>I don’t know what to say, or well, in this case, ‘think’-

<anon, you can talk with me about anything.

>can’t, I just-

>her hair-tentacles feel my head all over, feels like she’s giving me a head massage while patting me

<anon, I want to apologise ahead in advance

>what for?

<I saw some of your memories by accident, I was expecting to have a better control over it

>I see but shouldn’t you just remove your tentacle by now and sign with me instead-

<but it isn’t all, anon. I saw how you lived, if briefly for a moment

>freezes on spot and wonders what she meant by that

<again, I don’t mean to look into your memories like that, I truly don’t

>I know and I can tell from your reaction that you don’t mean to-

<do you really, anon?

>can’t deny that, I do mistrust people on a daily basis but-

>wait, why should she know that, why did I tell her that

<I’m really sorry, anon, but I saw the whole picture or a vague one of it, at least

>No. You don’t. I just imagined it all up. You only saw a story I imagined, a daydream-

<is it how you lived, anon?

>she’s holding my hand tenderly, her fingers lightly squeezing and feeling my unsteady pulse

>can’t really lie to her

>yes, that is how I lived and still planned to do so

>don’t know how much you saw of my life so far, but I can spare a few details

<you don’t have to, if you’re not feeling comfortable with it

>but I have to, no, want to

>using my free arm not held by her hand as I put it around her head and drawing her in, bumping my forehead onto hers gently

>closed my eyes and try to visualise or imagine a few events that has happened in the past, inside my mind for her to see

>gives a short brief explanation of each scene I’ve witnessed and experienced

>not expecting any sympathy or pity, just offering explanations. Nothing more, nothing less

>decide that it’s enough for both of us; I push her away to let her have a breather

<anon, you don’t have to live like this

>don’t have any excuse, just grown used to the way that things work back home

<but it’s not right. No-one should live like that, choosing to live alone and pretending that you’re fine

>in an ideal world, I would agree with you but it isn’t an ideal world at all

>for me, it’s just easier to play dumb

<but why, anon?

>just tired of being misunderstood and then misunderstanding what others say to me, just seemed easier for me not to deal with people

>even though I know it’s idiotic and that I can’t be alone forever either but still

>hell, even thought of it as some kind of self-punishment for things I’ve done out of misunderstanding

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868dcd No.374449

>>374448

>just generally thought it was just easier for everyone else too, less hassle and I don’t end up being a burden

<but you’re not a burden, anon

>she’s looking at me, her eyes welling up

>don’t look at me like that, I’m not a good man at all. I’m a coward, a hypocrite and a liar. I have my selfish reasons for coming here in the first place

<you mean what you thought of incubization as a cure before your arrival here?

>so she had seen that much as well

<believe me, anon, I know. And I can admit one thing to you – I’m not good either. I’m not a good girl

>what do you mean

<I had my reasons for wanting to be with you, anon. one was selfish. I wanted to see if it was possible for my kin to communicate like this

>she pointed up to us and waved her pointer finger between us

>you mean this telepathy thing

<yes and I couldn’t stand knowing that there were more like you out there, unable to express themselves fully, so I had to be greedy and was focused on getting you first before others

<also, I was late for a reason, anon

>late? Wait, do you mean my arrival at the airport

<yes. I was afraid that I wasn’t good enough for you, given with my kin and my original plan with you but then I saw you trying to talk with the succubus with your notebook. I couldn’t stand seeing it, seeing you keeping quiet like that

>you saw it all, but wait, it means you were-

<yes, I was hiding. I was ashamed at the time, being selfish and wanting to be with you just because you happen to be deaf. I thought I wasn’t a good girl for thinking of you like that first

>so basically curiosity got the better of her

>she nods upon hearing that thought, while looking away

<and to answer your incubization question, we don’t know if it works that way

>works that way? What do you mean?

<it has been years for us since we last had human males and it was only recent that we managed to come over to this world

<despite rumours stating otherwise, it is more of a gradual slow change over the years and we’ve only came in this world a few years ago, we don’t know if it can cure anything as far

>that’ll explain why they were rumours in the first place, but who could spread them like that and won’t it only bring in the shady types in to take advantage of you-

<I don’t know the exact reasoning behind that; it’s something the higher mamono has worked on. They even know that there’ll be some people like that

<but not you, anon. I can tell. Your first thought and image you visualized wasn’t of taking advantage. It was of our safety

>can’t deny that but it still doesn’t justify my original purpose in coming here

<you still thought about it the whole time, doubting yourself even when you arrived here

<compared to me, I can’t deny my selfish reason for wanting to see you

>don’t know how to reply and assure her at this point but I just know she didn’t mean to be selfish

>still, I’m looking at her back as her tentacle continues to link to one of my ears

>decide out of my gut instinct to move without a second thought

>take my arms around her and hug her from behind

<anon, I can’t-

>it’s fine, I know you aren’t a bad girl at all

>continuing to hug her from behind, I take one of my arm up to her head and pat her gently, smoothing out her wiggling tentacle hair

>she shudders as various images and sensations of her biting her lips plays through my head

<no, anon, I’m not a good girl

>it’s okay, it’s okay

>screw it. She trusted me enough to tell me everything she could; I can’t let her punish herself like I did to myself

>lean my head sideway and kiss her neck from behind

>her pulse quickened as I taste her skin – so sweet and soft, tempting me to do more than just kiss

>suddenly she took my arms off her and turned around, pushing me down to the bed on my back, pinning me with her arms

>she’s panting heavily, her hair wiggling and swaying

>the tentacle linking us together is wobbling but still holding on in my ear

<it isn’t fair of you, anon, to tease and comfort me like this

<your words and actions are only making me want to become a bad girl for you

>should’ve seen that coming but I wanted to go with my instinct for her

>after all, it’s her. Something with her clicked a switch on inside me

<but I can’t at this moment. I want to become a good girl for once, just for this moment with you

>the eyes sitting on top of her head pulsed and glowed green faintly

>started to feel even more tired than now, weary than ever

>my vision is becoming blurry, what is she doing

<trust me, for this moment, I want to sleep with you

<nothing more, nothing less

>can’t hear her thoughts clearly now, almost as they’re distorted

<anon, believe me

<I won’t change anything

<I want you for you, for this moment and forever

>this was the last thing I hear in my mind as I fell asleep while feeling her tentacle in my ear squishing out

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868dcd No.374451

>>374449

>blinking and yawning as the morning light shines through the curtains

>stare at the ceiling, wondering where I am since it isn’t my normal room

>feels something heavy on top of my body, can’t really move and just staying down on my bed

>realise where I am, the flight and my stay in FUK wasn’t a dream after all

>looking down at the weight on top of me, it was Mary sleeping soundly cuddling my body as her tentacles twitch now and again

>we fell asleep in our clothes, guess she really wanted to sleep with me just like this

>don’t really realise it much earlier, but she’s cuddly and adorable – despite not being words I’m comfortable to say but damn it, she is cuddly and adorable

>notice that I don’t have her tentacle in my ear, I guess that was the last thing I recall feeling last night, she was removing it out of my ear – and that she used her power to make me fall sleep

>poor gal, I think she must be exhausted translating for me and talking with me the whole day

>better snap out of this negative thinking of mine, I’m sure she didn’t think that way since meeting me

>can’t tell if she has done anything to me in my sleep nor anything in my memory has changed

>but then again, she did say she won’t change anything and that she wanted me for me

>don’t know, it’s cheesy and cliché but it worked on me

>even though I’m still feeling doubt, I think, no, I will believe her

>she trusted me to tell me plenty and answered my concerns

>she worried for me

>she almost punished herself too

>can’t really leave her alone like that, can I

>will try trusting her

>no, not try

>will trust her

>besides, I want to know more about her

>it’s only fair since I imagine she had seen enough of my memory and life at this point

>not a good excuse though, I’m trying to make up a rational reason to be with her. I’ll honestly say that I want to be with her. I want to know more about her. I want to see where she lived and how she grew

>you don’t need a good reason to want to be with a good girl, right? I want to be with her, nothing more, nothing less

>sees her move a little in her sleep while easing up her grip on me, she must be awakening a little by now

>she opens her eyes slowly while moving her hands to shield her eyes from the sunlight

>since we’re not linked via tentacle, I don’t know what she’s thinking or saying but I can see her lips mouthing my name

>cleared my throat, I at least want her to hear me for the first time with my voice instead of my mind

>after all, I want to be with her for now and ever

Good morning, Mary.

The End.

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5fe322 No.374489

>>374451

The story was good but I wish the healing and its limitation was expanded on. Maybe the subject can be written more in depth, maybe involving a unicorn or a medical sabbath.

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6a8b4d No.374976

>>370889

In the OP you mentioned a possible story you could write:

>A pilot of a galactic navy crash lands on a strange world where monsters keep humans as quasi-pets.

Would you consider writing this, or has the spark completely fled?

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