/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>326604

Private Anon, report!

I wanna see a Jabberwock's dented pride. Speaking of that, if inspiration strikes me, I'll continue detailing the rewrite of that one. In the meantime, though, I'll be doing the Shoggoth.

>>326609

If I get to see the Jabberwock's profile whole, I'll be a happy anon. Also, I'll draw you one, free of charge. And, do their tentacle extra mouths work as detachable lizard tails? Can you make steaks out of them?

I'm gonna ask the newfag question, then:

How did Cheshires come to be known as "faggot cats" and/or meme cats? The meme cat thing I kind of get, given a Cheshire's penchant for smugness and general BS'ery. Is that right? And what about the fagcat part?

Whats the cure for PTCD?

Post

Traumatic

Cheshire

Disorder.

>>326637

High Quality Memes.

>>326604

>At loss for words, you take a moment to collect your thoughts. To have such and impact on a persons life, monster or not, was a new concept

>One that brought with it a smile as you turned to face her. With eyes swimming with tears and a widening smile, her whole face lit up with joy. The sight of her left a warm feeling in your chest

"Well you have a safe trip mister. We will be right behind you, so just lead us where we need to go. We'll see each other again soon so don't go missing me now!~"

>With a chuckle and a nod of assent, you bid her fairwell and set off in the direction of your camp to do some preparing of your own. After a short delay, you reached the hide and began to pack

>After finishing up and setting off after your company, you began to realise that something felt off as you walked in silence. Something like an itch you couldn't quite scratch

>Your thoughts kept drifting to the plight of Claria and the other monsters she was with and how the hell you were going to convince your commander to keep them

>He was not the most agreeable person at the best of times but this was not just any opportunity, this could be the first step in ending the conflict between the invaders and the humans

>After deciding to cross that rickety bridge when you came to it, another problem presented itself. How were they going to be treated during their 'stay' with your company?

>Well they were clearly suffering and were in a terrible state, perhaps they can be contained without any unnecessary violence. The only real problem would be if they decide to do more than just eat

>The idea of getting it on with that centipede was bad enough but even the mere thought of dicking that black mass of nightmares left you choking back bile and suppressing a shiver

>That train of thought led back to Claria and all the craziness of yesterday. The sheer magnitude of the transpired events left you shaking your head. It was surprising how sane you felt as a result

>It wasn't like you hated the monsters or anything, you just had a serious problem with how they did things. Though after learning their reasons, things made a lot more sense

>Perhaps the two peoples could find peace before too many of the monsters died out, or before the monsters did something really bad. From what Claria had told you, there was not a lot of time left to choose

>>326637

Fucking the smug out of her.

>>326671

MORE

>>326636

I stand corrected. Idea: consuming the Jabberwock's flesh this way combined with the blood/soul link allows you (the Vorpal Wielder) to do such things as see through her eyes with some concentration (and she vice versa), and lend you some of her hideous strength. Understandably, few would even consider the idea, let alone go through with it without a willing partner or knowledge of the perks.

>>326671

its a hard choice between those two but i think if i was in that company and i saw a huge centipede and a black mass that shape changed into a cute girl, id go with the centipede, so DIPS private Anonthony will become sweet on her

>>326742

Well, the Jabberwock's wounded pride combined with Private Anon technically being a "warrior" might open her up as the "Tsun" option.

>>326671

>As the sunlight waned and night fell, you began to set up camp in a small glade with what little natural light was left. Using a torch could bring… uninvited guests

>Your dinner for the night: rice and what one could only hope to be a hamburger patty. This thing could barely be described as edible, in the same way paper is edible

>Choking down the greasy slab of rubbery 'meat' and washing it down with the rice and a square of chocolate, you set about checking your map and inspecting your weapons

>Looked like you had overestimated how long it would take to catch up. If you had read the map correctly, you should arrive at noon ish tomorrow. Looks like your lucky break

>Contented with such an assessment and worn out from the days travel, you decided to turn in for the night in anticipation of the shorter trek tomorrow

>The shorter distance would really help the chances of Claria and her group to arrive without losing anyone else. They had been through enough suffering for a lifetime

>Settling into the sleeping bag, a feeling of discontent falls over you. It was almost as if… no surely not. You'd only just met her and in really crazy circumstances

>Such thoughts left you rather irritated at the idea of missing her enough to prevent sleep. This was downright weird, monster or not. Stuff like that only happened in shitty romance comics

>Not that you read such literary garbage, you just remember them from when that weeb kid at school tried to show them to you. Probably because you were the only one that gave him any attention

>Sleep eventually sleep caught up to you, much later than desired but still soon enough to get a good nights rest. The feelings of unease and discomfort still lingered but they were eventually pushed aside

__

>The sounds of shuffling inside your hide partially awoke you at some point during the night. You could tell it was still very dark outside but the more pressing matter at hand drew your attention

>You could hear someones breathing and a warmth in the confines of the hide as whoever it was began to undo the zipper on the sleeping bag. For some reason, it felt a little familiar and non-threatening

>Such a thing didn't even draw you to panic, it was all very strange that the concept of someone crawling into your sleeping bag during the night was not at all bothering you. Such thoughts were short lived

"Didn't I tell you mister~? I told you we'd see each other again soon~! Seems like you did miss me after all but don't you worry. Your favourite kitty is here now so you just relax. Everything is going to be ok."

>All at once you began to feel like a great weight had been lifted off you with just the sounds of her voice and that rich musky scent. Without a second thought and with a chuckle, you drew her into a tight embrace

>As the answer dawned on you, it brought with it the conclusion that such attraction to this woman was not natural. You decided that it must be due to some facet of her monstrous nature, something you didn't understand

>Regardless, you did understand that the feeling of her body against yours and that almost addictive scent was easily the best thing you had ever encountered in a woman. You had dated a bit before the war but this was it

>With your head full of contented thoughts and your hands full of her underfed but still pert ass, drowsiness quickly arrived. Just before sleep set in completely, you concluded that this happening more often was a good thing

>>326610

I say, old chap, is that new picture over in the "How To Draw" Thread yours?

>>326926

Private Anon, are you nearing readiness for December?

>>327653

Eeuyp, that's me there.

>>327923

easy there, reddit.

>>327698

Hmm. Expression's fine, though I'll ask that you fix her arm in the central panel. It looks a tad awkward.

>>327698

Oh, also, would you be game for drawing Jabberwock faces? Haughty, lustful, indignant, sneering, flustered, happy(cute), happy(bloodlust), smug, enraged, mortified, and last but not least, a tearful and wavering attempt at a triumphant smile

>>327947

Got your back, fam.

>>328081

>you will never

ded mem

>>328081

>rapped

I thought hellhounds were the niggers.

>>328086

Stale meme.

>>326926

>As the light of dawn streaked into your hide, you awoke to find a distinct lack of cheshire in your bag. You did however, find a small patch of drool on your collar and noticed that everything smelt like her

>She drools in her sleep. That's rather cute. As far as mornings go, this wasn't a half bad way to greet the day. Perhaps she left early to not alert the others to her little… rendezvous. Though they would probably find out anyway

>It was rather surprising that she hadn't tried to get with you yet, given all the opportunities she'd had so far. Reasons aside, you decided you would bring it up with her later as she would likely 'visit' again

>With everything stowed and breakfast of biscuits and beans with instant coffee, you set out at a brusque pace. Best to get there asap before something else bad happened. Something that may involve yet another grave

>The tracks quickly became fresher as you grew closer with each hour traveled. You couldn't be more than an hour away at this rate but something felt… wrong. The hair on the back of your neck prickled and you began to sweat

>A thousand things went though your mind as you picked up the pace. Feelings like this ended up earning you the nickname Animal after some of your comrades noted how accurate your 'animal instincts' turned out to be

>Your ears pick up the sounds of gunfire and screeching, like huge birds getting put through a mulcher. As you burst into the clearing that was the Moblie Home Base, you were faced with the horror that your guess was not far wrong

>Screeching harpies swooping left and right as the men on the ground fired up at them. Several dead harpies lay strewn around, their petite bodies riddled with bullet holes. Your mind roared into overdrive at the scene of such carnage

>A man next to you was dive-bombed by a rather gaunt looking harpy with a cry of triumph. Such joy was short lived. In her attempts to latch onto his webbing, the man brought up his combat shotgun and let off a withering blast

>Standard issue buckshot shredded her exposed stomach and the result was nothing short of gruesome. She fell to the ground, causing some of her innards to splatter out as her ruined chest heaved out blood as she gagged

>Her suffering was cut short as she jerked and flopped before falling still. Such a fate awaited the rest if someone didn't stop this madness. Dashing over to the supply tent, you grabbed one of the prototype net launchers

>Most of the men hated them as they were heavy and unreliable on many of the monsters but you were confident it would stop a starving harpy. Now all you had to do was find the leader and bring her down to calm the rest

>They seemed to fly around at random and swoop down on a particular person but after seeing what happened when they did dive, many stayed well up in the air to avoid fire. One harpy in particular caught your eye

>She must have been some kind of crow or raven harpy but the bejeweled green shawl and the imperious looks suggested something more than just an average harpy. Target acquired, now how to net her while not getting swooped

>>328103

Holidays have made me slack but I'll be updating more often now that I've had time to come up with ideas

>>327653

I may or may not be thinking of writing up Christmas lewds with a cheshire but that is a story for later

>>328077

Excellent. You know where to post it.

>>328103

Goodness. You even included the word suffering in your post. A good addition to my evening.

>>328110

Oho? It continues?

>>327698

>>328110

>>328246

It looks nice, but I am supposed to not have any fucking idea what is going on?

It is a cheshire related comic, so that is a possibility. But just for clarification, what is this and what is going on?

>>328266

Wonderland kidnapping via pop-up.

>>328344

Bite ass because you are hungry and that is why you ordered pizza but your hand has now been forced. What does cat taste like?

>>328344

garb it and stick your dick in the butt hole, that'll teach that memeing faggot to mess with a mans food

>>328344

I would keep that ass and use it to sexually relieve myself.

>>326926

>Many ideas for capturing the dark harpy were considered and promptly discarded for various reasons but one in particular stuck. If they had eyesight like birds, what would a flashbang do to them?

>Perhaps if you used a launcher for the grenade to get it close to her, then follow up with the net, it should be possible to catch her. You recalled that Corporal Adams had one so you flicked on the radio

>Bringing up his squad's frequency, your radio squawked to life with a stereo copy of the gunfire and screeching. Great. Just what you always wanted. More noise and confusion to go with the present cacophony

<Corporal Adams this is Private Anon. You still packing that grenade launcher you're always cleaning? I need you to fire some flash grenades into the cloud of harpies. Aim for the black one

"Private Anon? When the hell did you get back? These things came out of nowhere and got the jump on us! They grabbed Price and Stan and Martins is torn up. Shouldn't we be using frag rounds for these fuckers?"

<And those frag rounds going off over our heads is a good thing? I want to bring down the black one. I think she's the leader so if we hold her, we could probably control the rest. An enemy commander could tell us a lot

"That's a fair point, what's the plan? I'll warn the others so you have till then to do whatever it is you're planning on doing. I've only got 2 shots so you had better make this work private! Everyone listen up! Flashbangs on my mark!"

>Everyone who had a radio on jerked with the sudden burst of yelling over the airwaves. With eyes shut and ears blocked, you waited for the telltale sounds of the grenade going off before uncovering your head to take aim

>The harpies had no idea what hit them. Many outright fell out of the air while others followed on into trees and eachother. The black harpy tumbled before desperately trying to right herself, giving you the perfect shot

>The net sailed though the air before entangling itself in the disorientated harpy's wings and taloned feet. Without lift, she fell like a brick. Her fall ending in a tangle of vines, leaving her netted and trussed up like some kind of roast

>Guess she didn't fly so good. Such thoughts somehow amused you, despite the circumstances. With the leader detained, all that was left was to convince the rest to land and surrender. Shouldn't be hard given their condition

>With many of the harpies temperalily disabled, you set about retrieving the downed black harpy. As you got closer, it became more apparent how little there was of her. The green shawl practically hung off her and her

>Cutting the whole harpy-net ensemble free of the vines, she begins to stir and groan in pain. She was going to have a hell of a headache, or more like ache everywhere after falling like that. Perhaps you could make up for it later

>>328434

I've had nightmares on dark birbs before that short story about one brings back bad memories…when around dark birbs never relax

>>328430

cheese

>>328430

Pineapple

>>328430

Baconstrips &

Baconstrips &

Baconstrips &

Baconstrips

>>328446

She might be a meme lord but she's not a degenerate.

>>328430

Snackpine

>>328446

And NOTHING ELSE

>>328430

None pizza left beef, obviously.

>>328383

Fuck you, I will keep Cheshire butt and use it for my own pleasure. I'd buttpat it since there's no head to pat.

>>328668

She'd disappear anyway so her butt can appear on your head.

>>328246

Dudes, anybody has the image of the girl shown with her back taking a man to the gym?

>>328670

Schrodinger's catgirl.

>>329252

Pretty good stuff. By all means continue

>>328944

Great. Your linework and faces are getting better, but watch those open mouths.

>>329278

Ooh. Most excellent. Is her outfit gonna be purple or red?

It seems default for Cheshire is C-cup. I wanna see one struggling with an F-cup via levitation.

>>328430

anchovies

>>329344

and pineapple

>>329278

Noice! I really like that look on her face.

>>328430

Doritos chips

>Be me.

>Running late for work.

>May or may not be due to my Cheshire wife wanting to take a little extra time to cuddle in bed this morning.

>Can't ask her to teleport me there because I have to meet a client today and might need my car to take them to lunch.

>Somehow manage to make it to the parking lot with a few minutes to spare.

>Get out of the car, reach into my briefcase for by ID badge.

>Uh oh.

>It's not there.

>I can't get in without it.

>I thought I put it in my briefcase when I got home last night, but maybe I misplaced it?

>Not good.

>Just about the time I really start to worry, two furry purple paws reach over my head from behind and slip my ID badge lanyard around my neck then wrap around my torso in a firm hug.

"Looking for this, Anon?"

>I take her paws in my hands.

"Thanks, babe."

>Suddenly the hands around me vanish along with the soft presence of her body behind me.

>I make it about four steps forward when she appears again right in front of me and buries herself in an even more intimate hug.

>I kinda saw something like this coming, though.

>She never leaves completely without saying goodbye.

"Honey, I love you too, but I'm almost late for work."

>It's going to take every bit of the time I have left to get from here to my office.

>There's that familiar, mischievous glint in her golden yellow eyes.

"'Almost', silly rabbit. We still have three whole minutes."

>Any response I might have had to that is immediately cut off by a very enthusiastic kiss.

>Exactly 2 minutes and 50 seconds later, the two of us materialize inside my office.

>Her face is deeply flushed and my suit is more than a little disheveled.

>Good thing I keep a spare suit and shirt in the office for situations like these.

>She leans in to whisper in my ear.

"To Be Continued"

>She pulls back and gives me a quick grin.

"Goodbye Anon! See you at home this evening!"

>And then she's gone.

>And then I start to wonder.

>Did I really misplace my ID badge?

>Or did she hide my ID badge just so she would have an excuse to meet me like this?

What I would do to get Cheshire butt.

>>328434

>With the trussed up harpy in your arms, you headed straight for the command tent to start the second part of the plan. To convince the commander to keep the harpies and Claira's group

>You almost ran into Colonel Morris on the way into the command tent, causing the harpy bundle to shift and grown as she regained consciousness

"Ah Private! Hell of a time to make it back! Why the hell are you holding one of those things and why does it look like a Thanksgiving turkey?"

<Sir it's a long and very complicated story but I think we should be capturing the harpies instead of shooting them. I believe this one is their leader as she's different to all the other harpies

"And how, pray tell, did you come to that conclusion Private? You know something about them that I don't? You're a good man Anon but I can't just take your word for it. Give me something to work with"

<I understand that sir that's why I brought her. From what I've learned in the last 2 days, many if not all of the 'monsters' that have appeared outside of cities, like these ones, are all dying of starvation

<Just feel how light she is and I'd wager that all of the others outside are just as bad if not worse. They are not attacking us because they can, they're doing it because they are desperate

<I personally reduced a different one than this to tears with just a bowl of powdered eggs and I've seen first hand how bad things are. If this conflict continues, they will once again face extinction

>He stood before you, silently taking it all in. It was a lot of information to absorb at once, something you had already learned. He seemed to reach a conclusion as his expression became resolute

"Starvation and extinction you say? I believe the first part and maybe I'll believe the second part after you've explained everything. I will however, agree with your proposal to capture the harpies and these 'others' "

"We know extremely little about these creatures and there seems to be a great many different kinds. If you learned as much as you did from just one, perhaps we could learn enough to broker negotiations"

>Just as you go to reply, your response was interrupted by the sudden shifting and rather indignant squawk from the crow harpy. As she began to struggle against her bonds, you merely tightened your grip on her

>Her noises of protest continued as you and the colonel headed outside to address the remaining harpies and attempt to convince them to surrender. With many still out of it from the flash bang, the remaining few circled overhead

"We have captured many of you and your commander! Surrender at once and you will not be harmed. I have been informed of your situation and I am willing to supply you with food in exchange for your full cooperation!"

>The harpies seemed confused and skeptical at first but one by one, they flew lower and eventually landed before the commander. Some outright collapsed from sheer exhaustion, simply falling to the ground into a heap of feathers

>>330065

Well this is a pitiful sight. More.

>>330065

>Many of the men seemed wary of the harpies but grew increasingly more uncomfortable as some of the remaining harpies began to cry and sob over the fallen

>It would seem most of the soldiers hadn't got a very good look at the state the harpies were in until they got closer. A few men held looks of anger and distaste

>You made a mental know of those who did as they may cause problems later on. Some had a good reason to hate the monsters but many were like you: drafted

>Drafted in response to their sudden and violent arrival with little real understanding of who or what you were up against, let alone why those things were happening

"Did he really mean what he said? Will you really provide for us or was it just a trick to bring the others to the ground so you can kill them too?"

>The sudden voice from the black harpy almost caused you to drop her in surprise but you quickly steadied yourself before assuring her that the colonel would follow through

<We are a very reactionary people and your sudden arrival and following actions gave us little to make a decision. Like I said before, I only found out how bad things were yesterday

>She seemed to accept this after a moment and asked to be released to talk to her subordinates and to console them as well as mourn the dead. She deserved that much

>The cleanup soon began with the dead harpies buried in an orderly fashion and the wounded looked at with not a small amount of animosity. Things were still a little bit raw, regardless

>The mess tent was notified of the new mouths to feed and set about making enough food for 2 dozen starved harpies. Any complaints were overruled by the colonel

"Yes we were shooting at them but an hour ago but yes we will treat them as prisoners of war, which means we have to feed them."

>To prevent them simply flying away, the harpies were all herded into a single large tent with guards posted 24 hours a day. Some complained but most simply were too exhausted to care

>Colonel Morris seemed to take great interest in talking to the black harpy. She was apparently what was known as a Tengu, which was some kind of rarer species

>With the harpy issue dealt with, you spent the last few hours before nightfall cleaning up in the mobile showers. Hot water never felt so good as after a long stint in the wilderness

>A few of your friends were curious as to how you convinced the colonel and how you knew about the state the monsters were in. You simply answered that you'd had a 'close encounter'

>This seemed to satisfy most and you quickly became the source of attention, that was until the colonel called you. As you entered his tent, you noted that the tengu harpy was still there

>With some help from the tengu, the pair of you explained the situation to the colonel, who seemed for the most part, to agree with your thoughts of the matter. Something had to be done

>As you left the tent, you noticed the tengu giving the colonel sideways glances. Perhaps there was more than simply conversation afoot here but you chose to wait and see if anything happened

>Finished for the night, you pitched your hide and turned in for some long awaited rest. Tomorrow would have many trials but that was an issue for the you of tomorrow

>Comfortable in your sleeping bag, you soon began drifting off, only to be startled awake by a sudden weight on your chest and a paw over your mouth

"Miss me~?"

>>330694

>>330671

>Those meaty thighs and a stomach you could bounce a coin off

Now this is a christmas present I can get behind, you're an inspiration to us all

literally get behind cuz that smug is itching for a 'white' christmas

>>328555

https://pastebin.com/P2HgqZ3W

This?

>>329342

If you're that Cheshy guy from halfchan's thread that posted this in a pastebin, please continue.

>>330192

Wow. What lewd hamburgers. Are hamburgerjobs a thing now?

>>330779

>That picture

You have assburgers

>>330769

That's it, thanks!

>>330986

You're welcome, glad I could help.

>>331508

your comics are good but..I'm mostly here for Private anon story…its become a drug for me..

>>331508

Are those Jubjubs?

>>331544

That, they are. Almost no one gives them love, so I added them.

>>331565

I really like Jubjubs, they're my favourite monster girls.

>>330601

Err, could you redo that last panel? The face got a bit derpy.

>>330671

>>330694

Yum.

>>330727

>>330065

Not that I'm not enjoying this, but could you watch your dialogue? "You" are sounding more like a U-grad and less like a grunt.

>>331508

…What the devil?

>>331617

Sudden nakedness via smug cat attracts pink birds.

>>331617

I said he was drafted, I never said were he came from or what background. It just so happens that I was just about to announce a bit of his background and I happen to be a 4th year uni student myself

Forgive my writing style and my composition, this is my first attempt but I will take your thoughts into consideration

>>331623

Very well. Just also keep in mind that he wouldn't use language like that trying to talk with a critter what might not even know what some of those words mean.

In other news, I've finally started my rewrite thread over here: >>331637

Please excuse the long-winded faggotry, I wasn't sure how to open the thread except to exposit.

>>330727

>>331623

>Your sudden jerk ended up tipping her off, leading to her scrabbling about to remain on top of you. The moment quickly passed as recognition dawned

>Feelings of contentment and a surprising rush of desire took hold as Claria began to grind her body against your own. Somehow it felt different this time

>It took a moment to realise she had appeared into your hide butt naked and before you could even open your mouth to comment, she had crashed her lips into yours

>Her sweet, hot tongue explored your mouth and was soon met with your own as rational thought was pushed aside for the moment by tides of passion

"Aaah~ that was so much better than I thought it would be! I did want to wait a little longer so I could see you a bit more before I made my move, but you gave me no choice!"

"I wanted to do more that just take any chance I got. I wanted to show you that I didn't want to just take advantage of you. After everything you've done for us, you're worth more than that"

<Nice to know that your feel that way about me. Most of the reason we're in this mess is because many of your fellows don't have that kind of self control. Now are we going to do that again?

>Her stunning golden eyes lit up in the semi darkness as her face flushed with a lusty smirk. The two of you were soon swept up in a surge of arousal as she swooped down to meet you

>The pair of you began to explore each other as any thought of restraint dissolved in the heat and lust of the moment. It had been to long and damn this woman was just what you needed

>You were no quite sure when your clothes seemingly disappeared in a puff of air, but if she was capable of this kind of thing, you were surprised this moment didn't happen much sooner

>A small part of you tried to protest against the rapist monster but was quickly over-ruled. Despite the differences, you liked her and she definitely liked you. She also wanted your attention

>The incessant string of moans and lewd noises settled into a tempo as you began an assault on her body starting with her tail. So soft, like silk with a mind of its own, just begging for love

>Moving your way up her tail from tip to base, her lower back and then chest quickly became targets. Thin as she was, there was just enough padding to leave her supple as well as lean

>Cute pink nipples budded the end of her orange sized breasts and you found them remarkably hard. She bit her lip and arched her back every time you gave them a gentle pinch

>Your attention was suddenly diverted to the growing puddle of juices beneath her as it began spreading across your stomach. It also highlighted the hardest boner of your entire life

>No human woman had ever excited you nearly as much as she was now. Seemingly aware of your reaction, she reached backwards to grasp it with her heavenly fluffy digits

"My my what have we hear~? Are you perhaps happy to see me mister? Oh don't you worry I'm very happy to see you too as I'm sure you've noticed. Now are you ready for this~?"

>In a single movement, she lifted herself up and slammed her sodden lips down unto your waiting dick. A splitting cry burst from her throat as her whole body spasmed with ecstasy

>The sheer torrent of sensations threatened to overwhelm you as she crashed into your chest. Trying to stay focused, you wrapped her into a hug as a gush of lewd juices splashed into your lap

>It took all of your control not to give into the pleasure of her stunning heat and tightness. Her insides seemed to writhe and constrict each time her body shook through the waves of her climax

>On the cusp of your own orgasm, you managed a few weak thrusts into her saturated vice grip before your resistances failed. Her claws dug into your back as your pent up load exploded inside her

>Awash with mind-numbing pleasure, your short-circuited brain barely registered the pain as Claria sank her teeth into your shoulder to stifle her scream as her body thrashed and shook

>>331695

Ah, the joys of romancing a feline. Sharp teeth, sharp claws.

Nae bad, Private. Was boner fuel, even if I didn't expect sex this early.

>>331695

Made it before the year end. Good stuff private 2018 shall smile upon you for your works.

>You know, having three older step sisters, a younger half sister and a step mom all being Cheshires actually turned out nice.

>Sisters rarely pranked me, usually getting me to help them was more fun.

>Crying shota anti rape shenanigans were way to fun.

>Mom was, well Mom. She took great care of me.

>She'd port in hot fresh food to me for lunch. If it suddenly started to rain she put a poncho in my locker. Forgotten homework or books, right to the book bag after first period bell.

>Then I started dating…

>Those poor poor girls. None could stand the constant pranks from five Cheshires.

>Till I started dating a Cheshire that is.

>The Great Meme/Prank war of 2013 was downright horrifying. Literal war crimes were committed.

>>330861

>>330838

I don't care if she has asperger's. I want a hamburgerjob now. I never realized how sexy hamburgers are. There should be a hamburger mamono.

>be me at my minimum wage-cuck job

>live in North America

>get prank called at work by a cockney British accent.

>endure probably 20 minutes of lamest trolling

Fucking faggot cats.

>>332167

Oh my God yes. Best waifu. Get in my mouth. My kingdom for this and a soft drink slime girl.

>>332767

>>332088

>not a southern pit-barbecued pulled pork sandwich girl

>or even fried pickle girls

>or a cheerwine slime girl

>or a qt southern belle bourbon girl

>>332770

>Don't eat the piggies

Not even when they've been smoked for hours, smothered in house made barbecue sauce, topped with homemade slaw, and sandwiched between freshly baked kaiser rolls?

>>332862

Is this the moment of truth?

By the way, how would you rework the JubJub? I'm stumped, but "the ultimate in clingy" doesn't quite work on that bird.

>>332887

Worry not. This will not be finished in one or two pages.

I don't know. To fix Wonderland bird girl you need to fix first Vanilla bird girl. That's asking too much for Papi

>>331695

>As the tides of pleasure and adrenaline subsided, the sharp stinging of all the damage she had wrought on your body quickly set in. A trade off for the complete satisfaction

>The claw marks on your back were probably bleeding but the bite on your neck definitely was, if only a little. Nothing some antiseptic and a bandage wouldn't fix

>A more pressing matter was at hand. Namely the barely conscious, naked cheshire covered in sweat and lewd juices. That and the trickle of spunk leaking out of her

>…

>Well that could complicate things if she got pregnant. Sure you liked her and she was more than just interested in you but it was probably a good idea not to go too far

>Fishing a box of wet-wipes out of your pack, you set about cleaning up the rather large mess the pair of you created. With the mess dealt with (mostly), sleep became a priority

>Screw finding clothes, you could do that in the morning. Dragging the now yawning cheshire into the sleeping bag, you settled in with her nestled against your chest

>For the first time in years, you fell asleep utterly content. No cares or worries about anything to come, just the feeling of her warmth and breathing tickling your neck

__

>You awoke to the sensation of fluid trickling down the side of your neck, causing the little hairs to stand on end. Still half awake, you moved to wipe it away, only to brush against something

>Something bewitchingly soft and silky. It didn't take long for your hand to begin exploring the depths of this softness. Realisation dawned as you found a twin of the first beacon of softness

>With other parts of your body waking up, you open your eyes to find Claria entangled in one side of your body, fast asleep. She'd fallen asleep with a smile on her face… how adorable

>Without a doubt, you could get used to waking up next to this woman in the future. Speaking of which, she needed a little 'good morning' of her own now didn't she?

>Once again, her ears came under assault from your gentle petting, this time with added attention to the mass of fluff at the base of her ears. Within moments, she began to purr

>It started off as a sensation more than a sound but the volume quickly grew to a loud thrumming rumble. Her whole body was alive with the sound, like a massage chair set to low

>Her tail began to wave and snake through the air and her ears began to twitch under your ministrations. She also began to pull you into a tight embrace, her small breasts squashed delightfully

>At last her eyes opened and what a sight it was. Clear, sharp and golden while filled with delight. Once again you were ensnared, at loss for words and without thought to continue your petting

>And like the sun coming up, her smile returned full of contentment and happiness, like waking up to the best thing in the world. It was more than a little disarming as all you could do was meet it with your own

"Mmmm~ good morning~!"

>>333036

Short but awesome thank you private

>>332770

>don't eat pork

Fuck off akhmed

>>333384

Oh. I see where this is going.

>>333409

Oh? Do tell…

>All this vore-ish talk in this thread.

I am here for faggot cats, and private-anon's tale of them. All this faggot shit about eating your or someone eles' waifu is for the soys. I get innuendo but there is a limit.

Sage for bitching post

>>333954

WRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Well-done. Feel like colorizing it?

Hmm. That reminds me, I need to develop "domesticated" Jabberwocks too.

>>334151

I guess I can end up doing it someday…

>>334206

Yosh.

>>333036

Continuing soon, Private?

>>334373

Should be a new chapter out later today after I get some sleep

>>334389

Can't wait

>>333036

"I have to say, last night and waking up to this has got to be the best thing ever! Oh man the smell of you alone is going to drive the others nuts"

<Well tell them to keep a lid on it for a while because I informed my commander and I plan on introducing you all to him. He agreed to house and feed you all

>Her face lit up at the news and you caught a brief glimpse of tears as she rushed you, looping her good arm around your neck

>A shower of kisses and happy noises followed as joyful tears fell down your chest and over your shoulders. After more than a little petting and cuddling, she said her goodbyes

>Before leaving, you asked her to bring the others to the camp in a short delay, giving you time to ready the Colonel and a few others to not cause a repeat of yesterday

>With one final chaste kiss on the lips, she faded from view before teleporting away. Guess she couldn't just turn up butt naked… now to find those clothes of yours

>Finding them crumpled at the foot of your hide, you quickly dragged them on and headed to the showers to clean up properly. Getting caught smelling like that was the last thing you needed

__

>Freshly showered and with a rushed breakfast, you made a beeline for the command tent to inform the Colonel. Making your way past the harpy tent, you were surprised to find a line of men

>As you got closer you saw that they were carrying trays from the mess tent to feed the harpies. This should be fun to watch. As the first man entered the tent, a chorus of chirps and squawks arose

"Shut the noise and line up or none of you get breakfast! You each get one bowl and one bowl only! Any attempts to get more or attack one of us or each other will mean you miss a meal, are we clear?"

>All at once, silence fell as the prospect of missing out came crashing down on the starving harpies. Poking your head in through the open door, you saw the harpies all perfectly in line and dead still

>Huh. Must be some kind of flock-mind thing. They all just stood there waiting for the ones in front to move forward. The whole scene was a little unnerving with each one murmuring a small thanks

>Some of the mess staff tried to hide looks of both disgust and pity. It was probably their first time seeing a monster up close but it was a good chance for them to gain an understanding about them

>Your curiosity satisfied, you turned to go, only to feel eyes on your neck. With great trepidation, you looked over your shoulder at the harpies in the tent. Ever single one in there was staring

>Staring right at you

>Feeling the terror seeping in, you made a hasty dash from the tent and those eyes. Well that was fucking creepy… Why the hell did they all decide to do that? Did they smell Claria on you?

>Trying to shake off the weirdness, you ran your fingers though your still damp hair. Arriving at the Colonels tent, it dawned on you that the Tengu harpy hadn't been in the tent with the others

>Taking a moment, you listened for any 'noises' that could lead to some very awkward intrusion on your part. Hearing nothing, you announce yourself and were called inside in short order

>Colonel Morris and the Tengu harpy were both leaning over what looked like a hand-drawn map and in the middle of an animated discussion. They also looked like they hadn't slept a wink

>Looking up from the map, the pair of them eyed you with identically questioning looks. The similarity between the two was uncanny. Without missing a beat, you set about discussing Claria's arrival

___

In between family moving out and a mate's wedding, I've had very little time to post updates. I should be more active now and I'm working on another update either today or tomorrow

>>334444

Feeling a Hitchcockian mood, were we? Also, what's this? A full-bird colonel? I keed.

>>335039

rude

>>335039

It's something a Cheshire would do but it's still goddamned nasty

>>334444

dub-quads huh not bad

>>3350339

Looks like the reports paid off you massive faggot

>With a plan laid out and Claira's group on the way, the Colonel sent you out to find a few specific people for the 'welcoming party'. People who wouldn't shoot the new arrivals on sight

>Most notable was the inclusion of Corporal Adams. For someone who's obsession with a clean grenade launcher that bordered on manic, the same could not be said of the rest of him

>It was like all the cleaning he did was directed solely towards the launcher, hell he even named the damn thing. Lack of cleanliness aside, he was one of the more open-minded men in the company

>Another member was Private Davis, a big bear of a man who was surprisingly gentle when he needed to be. The other members included the Colonel, the accompanying Tengu and Sergent Voss

>Now Sergent Liam Voss was very well known for his… 'particular' tastes in just about anything; from woman, to food and even pets. He seemed to be the antithesis of the common man's tastes

>This however, didn't stop him being an extremely competent leader and a good friend. He had pulled your ass through the introductory training from the draft and had been a steady companion ever since

>As the party headed out to the edge of the camp, the Colonel used the PA system to inform the camp of the new arrivals and warned that the same rules that protect the harpies apply to the newcomers

>Arriving at the meeting point, your eyes scanned the treeline for any sign of Claria or her group. As minutes passed, you became increasingly worried about her. Had something happened?

>Before you had a chance to speak, a familiar and very welcome sight fizzled into view at the edge of the cleared vegetation. Next came the miniature demon, the purple dragon thing and the shoggoth

>The looks on peoples faces when that monstrosity oozed and writhed out of the trees. Having seen it already, you were not quite as affected compared to the others but it was still hard not to feel sick

>The sounds of many skittering legs fill the air as the titanic centipede brought up the rear while dragging a sled with the racoon woman on it. She didn't look so good given that she was barely walking the other day

"My name is Colonel Jeffery Morris and Private Anon here has informed me that you are in need of assistance. I am willing to provide food and medical help but only if you agree to my conditions, is that understood?

>Those still standing nodded with any enthusiasm they could muster. The dragon like creature seemed like she was going to object, only for her head to sag and the rest of her followed suit into the ground

>>335112

>Claria and the shoggoth rushed forward to her, only to find she was merely passed out, likely from starvation and exhaustion. They all looked like they were at the end of their rope, barely standing and swaying on the spot

<My name is Claria Mawd and I can safely speak for the rest of us when I say we will comply with any of your demands. Fumio here hasn't woken since yesterday and Mariella won't last long. She's a big eater and we've had nothing for days

>The Colonel nodded and laid out the basic rules before introducing us one by one. With the formalities over, he sent for a few more men to help move the unconscious creature called a Jabberwock. Starving or not, she weighed a fucking ton

>Claria's group drew many uncomfortable stares as they made their way through the camp to the tent they would be staying in. A few men hid from the sight of the shoggoth and one person even vomited. Not a good first impression

>Their food arrived at the tent a short while later and oooh boy the looks on their faces at the sight of so much food. Needless to say, there was a lot of drooling and crying as they practically inhaled their first real meal in who knows how long

>The first aid team soon followed to assess how bad things were and to put a high nutrient IV into the Jabberwock and the fluffy tailed Danuki. Their were some initial protests but they quickly fell silent as the alternative was another grave

>With bellies full and hunger at last satiated, those able to stand (and fit) were herded into the shower block to try and clean off weeks of grime and filth. The nurses were particularly concerned with Claria's gunshot wound and a possible infection

>Unwilling to experiment with an antibiotics, they opted for a more old school approach with lots of alcohol and some new stitches to replace the staples. Painkillers were another thing they didn't want to use, not knowing how she would react

>This lead to a rather awkward conflict between Claria, the nurses and you. You agreed to hold her still while they worked on her, something that drew odd looks from the nurses and knowing ones from some of Claria's companions

>Fed, clean and with her wound newly cleaned and restitched, Claria began to wilt under the crushing exhaustion and the final tides of relief. Still in your arms from the operation, you simply let her rest a while before you tried to leave

"Now mister, where oh where do you think you are going~? This little kitty needs one last favour before you go. I need you to stay here till I fall asleep because I want this perfect moment to last as long as it can. I only wish it would last forever"

Sorry for double post but I wanted to get all this out today and I haven't figured out the character limit yet

>>335046

>>335057

>>335066

Fuck, what did I miss?

>>335112

>>335113

Boy, she doesn't let up easy at all. So, is the Shoggoth going to be a problem later? After all, Private Anon was the one who saved them from this mess, and that sounds like a good qualification for "Master."

>>335112

>>335113

Now I want to nurse a Jabberwock back to health despite her constant false bravado and bluster about not needing any help.

>>335115

A soon-to-be alp got lost in this thread. He was promptly directed to the nearest exit.

>>335154

Specifically, because the all out war she waged to take you down was the cause of all the injuries.

>>334151

I'll wait with baited breath for such development.

>>335167

If I had to take a guess, either a futafag or rule 63

>>335141

As much as I would like to sew more healing and post-trauma love into this, I feel like it would become rather messy, however, now that I have set the scene,

it would be rather easy to include the perspectives of other characters as they interact with eachother rather than all focus on Private Anon

Also I hinted at possible matchups in my last post as to open the way for more story, I just didn't want it to seem too obvious

>>335154

As mentioned above and for the reason I utterly despise haremshit, I plan to include other characters as their own pairings

That and I've been here for years and read almost nothing related to Jabberwocks so I will need some time to figure them out before writing their piece

>>335192

Private, please keep all of this backed up and consider posting it in a pastebin or on TFT or something when it's all done. This story is too good to let die when the threads die.

>>335113

>Well there goes any chance of leaving without drawing any more attention to the pair of you

>You were going to have to explain it later, so might as well get it done early and save the trouble of dealing with it later

>With an exaggerated sigh, you scooped her up into a bridal carry and moved her over to one of the free beds set up for them

>Needless to say, all eyes were on you as the whole scene unfolded, many of the men in the tent trying to hide their laughter

>The centipede was blushing, the shoggoth had somehow turned a shade of pink and the little demon was pouting… huh

>Placing her down and drawing the sheets over her, you were forced to drag a chair over with your foot as she still had a grip on your hands

>Seems she really liked holding hands. Not that you minded too much, her now clean fluffy paws were as interesting to play with as they were soft

>And they were more than just your average soft. Not as soft as her ears though, they had transcended the simple concept of 'soft'

>Your chair in place, you sat down while trying to extract one of your hands from her grasp. If she wanted attention that bad, she was going to get it

>Regaining authority over one of your hands, you notice that her whole body is curling up to your hand. At times like these, she really was just like a big cat

>Well then, it was time to get started. With your free hand, you began to play with her paw pads and tickle between her furry digits

>After seeing what playing with her ears achieved, you decided against it, only to remember a certain thing that all cats love. A sure-fire way to charm them

>Chin-scratches. No cat could resist such a thing, so that is what you did. Sure such affection was embarrassing when being watched, but it was far more fun

>With her golden eyes closed, she never saw it coming. It began as a gentle stroking that slowly developed into a generous rubbing on the underside of her chin

>And the noise she made as a result. It was easily the loudest, most satisfying sound you had ever heard from her. A lazy smile on her face the whole time

>The base rumbling slowly began to subside as sleep overcame her exhausted frame, the smile never leaving her face. The other occupants of the tent had fallen silent

>Your comrades stood slack-jawed from the sound and Claria's companions were all furiously blushing from the display of such raw affection

>The shoggoth had turned rather red, the little demon was wringing her skirt while wearing the biggest pout you had ever seen and the centipede had curled into a ball

<What?

"H-how l-l-lewd! How could you do something so s-scandalous in public, with witnesses? I-I bet y-you even gave her headpats you p-pervert!"

>Tha fuk? Hand-holding and headpats are lewd? All eyes were on the quivering ball of centipede by this point, her antennae flicking about as if on speed

>Before you even have the chance to voice your confusion, your thoughts were cut short by Sergent Voss losing his shit and breaking down in a gale of laughter

>Laughter that quickly spread to Corporal Adams and some of the medical staff as they made their exit. One of their number remained, doing last minute checks on the jabberwock

>He seemed more curious than anything but perhaps it was just because she was asleep. Still, it was probably better that he was interested in some way, for her sake

>>335923

Okay, yeah, you're definitely a pack of grunts now.

>>335923

You lads want jabberwock content? I'll do what I can

>Day of Deployment: 137

>Weather: Hot as balls as usual

>Highlights: Camp was swarmed by a flock of harpies that we are now supposed to look after

>As far as mornings go, this was without a doubt, one of the shittiest since we had to quarantine 1/4 of the camp with food poisoning

>An utter shitstorm of harpies found us and basically declared war on the whole campsite. Had to be at least 30 of the things all screaming and flying around

>Doctor Hills had to deal with the two men that came in with pretty severe injuries. Looked like harpies had tried to tear them apart, poor bastards

>They will be fine now that they've been tended to, they just look a little like mummies with all those bandages but things could have been worse

>From what I heard from the soldiers who came in, a Corporal shot down the leader with a grenade launcher but the other said it was a net

>After forcing the harpies to surrender, they were all rounded up and stuffed (heh) into a single tent before we were sent in to look at them

>For the record, I thought they would be smaller, closer to birds that human. How wrong I was. These ones looked about 50/50 human and bird

>I also expected them to be much more… fearsome, like the monsters I had heard about. They just looked like a bunch of frightened children

>Dirty, starving and cowed, like a bunch of orphans. If orphans all had cute little faces, huge downy wings and a voicebox that would put a seagull to shame

>Turned out that most were borderline from starvation. A day or two more with no food, and they would be lapsing into comas and some might still anyway

>After a rudimentary checkup, we cleared them for any visible signs of disease (at least ones we know of) and handed them back to the guards

>The food arrived just after we left and we narrowly avoided getting caught up in the resulting chaos. It was literally like feeding seagulls chips at the beach

>As the initial yelling calmed down, all that could be heard was the sound of harpies eating and a mix of sobbing and teary thanks and all those little pleased moans

>Sure, they are the whole reason I'm posted out here in this damn jungle but it feels pretty good to know that we really made a difference and made some progress

>Just before I sat down to write this entry, we were informed that another group of monsters would be arriving tomorrow and that we would have to be ready for it

>Well that's just dandy. No intel or even an idea what kind they are but to expect that they will be in the same if not worse shape than the harpies. Joy

>Still, how hard could it be? They're probably going to be just as manageable as the harpies, so I might as well get some sleep in preparation for whatever shit comes

>>337329

Good to see it's still alive.

>>337329

Keep it up Private, you are doing god's work here.

>>337329

MORE

>>337329

Day of Deployment: 138

Weather: Actually nice for once

Highlights: I take back everything I wrote yesterday about this being simple

>The new group arrived early in the morning, just as we anticipated and all predictions and expectations ended there. In no way was I prepared for what arrived

>It had taken four men to cart the fucking thing into the tent and the beds we had ready could barely hold its weight up. The beast had to be at least 250 pounds

>And a beast she was, with sail sized wings and oddly what looked like three tails. Not sure how that works but she wasn't going to be flying any time soon

>Her vitals were thready and she was quickly hooked up to an IV. It was a little too early to try and hook up a food tube to her stomach but that could come later

>The next one to be treated was some kind of racoon/squirrel thing who had was completely comatose. Looked like exposure and malnutrition had completely set in

>Hills did what he could but her chances were slim at best. The remaining creatures seemed well enough but two stood out. A centipede as long as a bus in not ideal

>Whatever the fuck decided super centipedes were a thing should fuck off and die cuz the little ones are bad enough. Then came the nightmare slime. Nuff said

>As if the centipede wasn't bad enough, this fucker was terror and disgust incarnate. All those yellow eyes, those drooling tentacle things, nightmares aplenty to be had

>I was thankfully put in charge of the purple winged lizard thing that was apparently called a Jabberwock that was named Mariella. Checking her over was a nice focus

>One of them had been shot by the Private who had brought them all in. The wound didn't look too bad but we took no chances. An infection for any of them spelt death

>Doctor Hill decided that antibiotics and painkillers were off the table for obvious reasons so they had to do it the fun way. And by that I mean working without getting clawed

>The Private offered to hold her still while they worked on pulling out the staples and sewing the bullet hole up before re-bandaging it up. She still was not happy but that was expected

>What came next was far more interesting, as the cat lady with the gunshot wound wanted to be kept company by the Private. There had to be more then met the eye between them

>He begrudgingly agreed and ended up carrying her to bed and began petting her (perhaps their animal nature is more exploitable than I expected) In no time at all she was purring

>It literally sounded like a damn truck, she was so loud. The Private had gone rather red in the face by the time she had fallen asleep. That was until the centipede started talking

>Something about scandalous behaviour and that headpats were considered lewd. Great, now I can add autistic to the list of things I don't like about that centipede

>Autistic or not, it was rather amusing watching the centipede have a meltdown, amusement that was mirrored in the men in the tent with one of them bursting into laughter

>Laughter that soon spread to the rest of us which resulted in the centipede curling into a ball of twitching legs out of pure shame. With their work done, the soldiers left along with the others

>I was rather curious about the jabberwock and her physiology in general but staying in the tent , alone with the rest of those things was not gonna happen so I made my own exit straight after

>Perhaps I will get a better chance to take a look at her tomorrow while she is still recovering. I am a very curious man but somehow I don't think I want to get caught poking around when she wakes up

>>337419

You're teasing us at this point, aren't you?

>>337443

>teasing

Well, this is a cheshire thread, after all.

>>337443

>>337459

I am working on the next piece right now so I can get some Jabberwock stuff out I was just trying to set some scene a little

Also this being my thread I don't see a problem in more than just cheshires for this story

>>337469

I'm not objecting, I'm just ready to go.

>>337419

DoD: 139

Weather: Raining all morning (well it is a jungle)

Highlights: Working with the Jabberwock is probably the most interesting thing I have done since graduation

>With all the upset of the last few days, the camp had begun to settle down into a regime that worked around the monsters

>As for us medical personnel, we had restructured our schedules to make time to monitor and run tests on our new charges

>The Jabberwock in particular is an incredible specimen to observe close up, to say nothing of what I could learn from her

>Coming from someone who loved dinosaurs as a kid (still do), she was a living, breathing example of something I love…

>If anyone reads this and tells her I wrote that, I will hunt you down and sew up every orifice your body contains with wire

>Seriousness aside, certain peculiarities have arisen since yesterday. Many of the men have noted that they feel restless

>That and having difficulty sleeping. There is no apparent link between any of them but this could not be a coincidence

>Such widespread and noticeable reaction to stimulus mere days after the arrival of the harpies and the day after the second group

>Times like these have me wishing for access to better equipment to test things with. Perhaps I will take some blood samples

>And some air samples and have them tested by a friend of mine when I get back. His pet mass-spectrometer would be useful

>For now, all I can do is advise Colonel Morris to enable for more physical exercise and training to wear the men out before they start fights

>Speaking of the Colonel, I noticed a piece of black downy feather on his collar. I chose not to say anything but I get the feeling it was important

>No idea how it got there either but the fact it was stuck fast to him suggested in didn't simply fall out of the air and onto his clothes

>Food for thought, back to the matter under my hands. For a flighted creature, she was not built to conventional standards like birds

>Unlike the harpies, she featured a rather heavy tail and and very substantial bust (holy shit they were massive). She was built like a tank

>Thick and powerful shoulder and back muscle to control and operate a wingspan of nearly 18 feet and talons that looked like knives

>For a starving monster, she still looked incredibly intimidating and more than a little alluring. Something that disturbs me more than a little

>She wasn't even human for God's sake. Though, that didn't seem to bother that cat woman and the Private that was here again to visit her

>Well the damn monsters are the reason we're all out here in this dump in the first place! … …

>Although that is the case, perhaps they are not entirely to blame for the current state of affairs. I for one can testify that they too have suffered

>On a final note, I wonder how my life might have panned out if they had never arrived. Hell, I might had even had a girlfriend… ok that's wishful thinking

>>337832

We need a monster analogue for suspense.

One where after getting teased endlessly, all the stress breaks down on a Savage smut section.

We need it because this guy needs to be taken down and mounted in the middle of examination when this Jabberwock wakes up.

>>337841

Then so shall it be

>>337832

>>337841

>>337851

I suggest giving a bit more of a dangerous edge to the proceedings. Cheshire is mostly harmless, and certainly won't try to harm you. The Jabberwock, on the other hand…well, the phrase "riding the tiger" comes to mind.

>>337867

I do not mind, knowing that riding on a tiger is far more badass than riding on a horse. But that is just me, and I like the ones that take a challenge to earn.

>>337871

Indeed, seeing as the tiger might eat you (and not in the fun way) after throwing you off.

>>337872

Look, Steve, I don't think a mad dragon works quite the same way as your crocodileans. She might work a little like your stingray, though.

>>337874

Too soon man. Why's everything always gotta be danger, death, and insanity with you anyway? Jabberwocks are from Wonderland, not R'lyeh. There are some surreal and scary bits but the "madness" is mostly fun nonsense and silly satire with puns and wordplay, not your mind breaking from recoiling in horror at things beyond mortal comprehension.

If anything I'd expect a mad wonderland dragon to act like a senile old British war veteran. Always talking in bloody minded terms, waving her claws and tentacle mouths around menacingly, muttering darkly about how this situation reminds her of the time she was ambushed by twelve Bandersnatches, but then getting completely distracted by something silly like expounding on an obscure point of order or "securing the baggage train" (monopolizing the tea cart). Honestly I think a Jabberwock would make a good comic foil for a Cheshire since they have such different attitudes. Say the Jaberwock 'leader' gives an order and the Cheshire asks for clarification using some absurd misinterpretation of what was said. They go back and forth with classic Carollingian wordplay, getting further and further from the original point. Basically pomposity vs irreverence like a lot of parts of the books. Just make it a little blue to keep it MGE and to account for the fact that their exchanges are going to peter out in favor of leering once their love interests walk by shirtless to dig a trench or something.

Although after writing this I realize it's a bit at odds with the "Memecat" portrayal.

>>337886

Jabberwocks are jaws and claws and flaming eyes referenced only by nonsense poems in dreams. The imagery of draconic Jabberwocks stems from an illustration by John Tenniel. They fit right in with night-gaunts, shantak-birds, and the other local horrors of Lovecraft's dreamland.

>>326604

How did she acquire the nickname "Faggot Cat"?

>>337874

do you think it's ok to say shit like that asshole?

>>337892

>>337886

>>337904

>>337914

>>337923

This many years later, and the memory is still that painful. Guess the scotch dulled it. I laughed, but now I'm sorry.

>>337886

>>337896

Well, as I wrote it (with some admitted stealing from American McGee), the wild Jabberwocks are a sort of demented parody of (British) aristocracy: Depraved, dangerous, fancy, beautiful, hubristic, and drunk with power. Their draconic nature fed well into that.

Still, I like your interpretation too. I've left a fair amount of room in my take that Jabberwocks can be raised or tamed into a gentler sort of dragon. Really, I need to figure out how to rewrite the final part of that "Redemption" so that we get the "heart" we need. A friend I had read it was put off by how vicious the Jabberwock is, and I need to get to a point where they actually become desirable by people other than extreme sadomasochists.

>>337832

DoD: 140

Weather: Still raining since yesterday

Highlights: Sponge bathing an unconscious Jabberwock is fucking terrifying and rather… lewd

>After a few days in my care, the smell of unwashed Jabberwock was starting to get rather unbearable

>Naturally, since she was basically comatose, the only option was a rather lengthy sponge bath

>I have done plenty of worse things in my time of practicing medicine and first aid in the deployed military

>But this will stay with me for a very, very long time. Long story short, it was like playing with razorwire

>Any wrong move could lead to a lot of pain and possible loss of fingers. The reason?

>What I first thought were extra appendages for flight turned out to be semi independent tentacles

>Tentacles that ended in slathering maws of gnashing teeth that threatened to rip apart anything that got close

>I had initially tried to enlist some help from the other monsters in the tent but all I got was sly looks and silence

>That was until that damn cat said something along the lines of "you're the healer man, you can do her"

>Something about that cat gets on my nerves but I'm not sure what it is. That Private Anon doesn't seem to mind though

>Eventually geared up in some borrowed combat gloves and a syringe of some very mild tranquilizer(with the approval of Dr Hill)

>The needle couldn't even pierce the tentacle at the base after I succeeded in lashing it to the side of the bed

>I basically resorted to handcuffing and ductaping them to each side of the bed before I could proceed with the bath

>After about 10 minutes of careful sponging, the tentacles seemed to have calmed down and had stopped fighting the restraints

>Over the next hour and a half, I got to experience her body in great detail as I set about sponging her in earnest

>The others had left to get food and talk with Colonel Morris about something or other, leaving me, her and the racoon thing

>Needless to say I was extremely thankful for this as washing certain parts of her body were rather embarrassing, even for me

>Her breasts were particularly difficult to handle, being so big and slippery as I tried to wash them down while trying to remain calm

>The sheer size of her extended wings left me to overlook them in favour of her tail and lastly, the two tentacles that long since relaxed

>At first they lay limp on the bed but they soon perked up as I worked on them. They even began to squirm and rub against my hands

>One of them even tried to lick my arm when I reached to the mouth-end to clean it. I still don't know how they even see with her unconscious

>I decided to let the tentacle thing lick my arm before I moved to towel her off. I just hope giving it a taste would make it less aggressive

>With her clean and smelling far better, I then had to carefully release the bound tentacles before I could leave. It was surprisingly easy

>The tentacles seemed to regard me with an eyeless stare and a brief nodding movement before lying down draped over her chest

>>338365

I'm interested in what Mariella is going to be like when she wakes up

>>338365

That's super cute.

> tfw you will never earn the grudging respect of your waifu's protective oneesan-tier tentacle mouths

>>338365

Is there somewhere your stories are kept, like in a pastebin?

>>338365

Great stuff, anon. Keep it up!

>>338365

Nice to see you haven't given up yet, eagerly awaiting more

Also, you should put this in a pastebin, for ease of cataloguing/reading

>>338648

>>338388

I plan on setting up a Pastebin as soon as I figure out the formatting of things

>>338613

>>338370

>>338367

With uni starting up at the end of the month, things are getting a little hectic but I expect to have an update done in the next day or so. For a first story, I'm pretty stoked to see how many people are like this so far

>>338921

Got an ETA for us, Private?

I remember reading a story about a chesire called Katyn or something like that, I even had the pastebin address somewhere but I can't fucking find it anymore. Does anyone have it?

>>340520

girl had been stalking guy for a while, had to take some sort of rape-impulse supression pills at one point. There was a weedmaster gazer and two other mamonos I can't recall.

>>340570

And the Cheshire mother was a tribal, there was a marking ritual involved, and thats about all I can recall.

>>340574

well I'll be damned, thats the one. Thank you very much.

>>341682

cheating on your hora hora snek? for shame anon

>>342137

>security issues

>heart stress

Still surprisingly on point.

>>338365

Just going to say this before the inevitable barrage of 'where have you been for a whole fucking month'

The answer is one undercooked chicken schnitzel and enough unpleasant bowel movements to power a gay pride parade

In all seriousness I lost nearly 5 kilos in 2 weeks and now I have to take probiotics

I'm also back at uni so I should be updating semi-regularly and the pastebin content nearly finished editing

DoD: 141/142

Weather: There are more important matters at hand

Highlights: Ongoing

>She woke up

>And with the worst timing imaginable I might add as it happened right in the middle of a respiratory checkup

>So there I was listening for any breathing abnormalities with my stethoscope when her breathing hitched and stopped

>It took less than a second to realize what was happening and just a long to find myself regarded with a new pair of eyes

>I might have even remarked on their clarity and rich ruby colour or even on the fact that they were slitted like a reptile's

>But no I said no such thing as before I could even blink, she lashed out with a fist and knocked the air from my lungs in an instant

>The others were at lunch and we were alone, leaving me utterly defenseless if she became more violent and entirely at her mercy

>All I could do was wheeze and try and crawl away but she was having none of that. I didn't even make it a foot before she grabbed me

>She demanded to know where she was and what I was doing to her. It didn't occur to her that I was in no real condition to answer her questions

>After a moment or two, I managed to croak out that she was in a camp run by the human military and that the rest of her group were fine

>As for what I was doing, I said that I was making sure her breathing was healthy while she was unconscious. She didn't believe me

>I tried to explain that she had been asleep for over 3 days straight and so if she'd become ill during that time, she would have died

>This seemed to give her pause and she tried to see if I was lying. Seemingly satisfied, she dropped me on my ass and let me recover a little

>With my breathing back under control, I set about telling her what had happened in the last few day, naturally I left out most of my… investigating

>Having had her immediate questions answered, she turned towards the tent door only to stop dead. She oddly started sniffing the air and her clothes

>I managed a step towards the tranquilizers before she turned round on me with a look of pure rage. I was caught like a deer in the headlights

>All at once she made her move and launched herself at me from across the tent. In my defense, I'm not the most agile person but an attempt was made

>An attempt that lead to me being spear tackled into the ground just short of the medicines lockbox containing the ready mixed tranquilizers

>Starving or not she was still freakishly strong as she dragged me down before I could grab one of the syringes to knock her out

>With me completely pinned under her huge body and her great ruby eyes filling my vision, she uttered one little question dripping with malice and fury

<Now tell me, little man, what have you really been doing to me while I was sleeping?

>>344522

I Would like to recommend intermediate fasting to get your gut back in order, that and kefir water you are willing to try it.

The guy should just give her the stethoscope tell her how it works.

>>344522

Yay, we're getting to the good part.

Look for me, and I might draw you that last part in color as you wanted.

>>344522

Okay, dubsman, potential hospitalization is an acceptable excuse.

Yes, this is also an acceptable amount of danger.

>>344699

<Look for me

(1)

Yeah I have no idea how I'm going to find you with just that but seeing any of my story drawn up would make me extremely pleased to achieve a level high enough to attract a drawfag

>>344522

>Cont.

<Now tell me, little man, what have you really been doing to me while I was sleeping?

>…

>Well now I had no real answer that didn't end with her tearing my head off but odds were she would probably do it anyway

>So I elected to tell her the truth and hoped she was feeling a smidgeon of mercy. It somehow worked, but for an entirely different reason

>I told her of being sponge bathed while entirely naked and having all yes that's right allll~ of her measurements taken

>If I was going to die, I wasn't going to die a coward or worse, a cuckold in the face of such a magnificent woman specimen

>This only served to further inflame her already cherry red face, although it was now flushed with embarrassment as opposed to rage

>Her mental processes visually ground to a halt under the weight of such personal and in-depth information, causing her brain to short circuit

<W-w-why w-would you do such a thing!? Did you do that to the other girls when they were sleeping you damn pervert?

>It was a little hard to respond as she began to violently shake me. I suppose this cute side of her could be exploited in the future…

"Well you see, as the others were all awake and the danuki was under someone else's charge, I had you all to myself to care for"

"And as a doctor, I seek to learn as much as I can from my patients so that I might better care for their individual needs to the best of my ability"

>My gamble to avoid possible decapitation had paid off as she became increasingly unsteady and somehow even more embarrassed

>Now with the flow of things far more in my favour, I decided it was time to test a hypothesis I had been considering since the sponge bath

>What would her reaction be if I touched those tentacles of hers while she was conscious and how would they behave in tandem with their host

>And so touch them I did

>For the record, I had no real idea such a course of action would lead to the result it did, but regardless, her reaction was nothing short of unexpected

>The moment my hand was free, I reached around her body to grasp one of the tentacles by its base near her tail. Her whole body tensed up and stood still

>Not wanting to lose the opportunity, I soon began stroking down its length towards the head while keeping it firmly in my grip, lest it try and escape

>I could feel the tentacle quivering in my grip as I began lightly scratching under its chin. Her breathing had somehow become louder and her eyes glazed

>By some quirk of nature, her tentacles were seemingly another sensory organ. One that doubled as and erogenous zone, judging by her… reaction

>With caution reserved for less inquisitive people, I decided to see how far I could get away with my "experiment" and see just how sensitive she really was

>Needless to say she was extremely sensitive to my touch as the second tentacle fell prey to my investigation of her nervous system

>>346819

>Cont.

>With her body now a quivering mess, it was time to attempt and escape from beneath her vast bulk while she was still caught in her stupor

>In my awkward shuffling, my left knee came in contact with something hot, damn and squishy. A terrible error on my part it would seem

>The sudden impact against her sodden lady-parts sent her body into shock as the burst of pleasure caused her body to slump against mine

>Now there was no hope for escape. The damage was done and I had to face the consequences of my actions against her. The time had come

>And so had she

The following entries are strictly bound under the doctor-patient confidentiality agreement. So if I hear so much as a fart, someone is going in a woodchipper feet first

>With the odor of horny animal filling the air, I could do little but squirm and her great ruby eyes gazed down on me. Eyes filled with desire

<My my, is that what you had in mind all along little man? Why didn't you just say so, things would have been far simpler~

>A nervous chuckle was all I could manage before she descended to claim what she wanted. And claim she did with a flood of hungry kisses

>Monstrous or not, she was a very good kisser and before I knew it, I had begun to reciprocate in an attempt to hold back the tides

>For such an aggressive woman, I was honestly surprised to remain unscathed as her vicious claws shredded my lab coat and shirt

<Mmmmmmm now it's my turn to see you naked, little man and I get to mark you with my scent too so everyone will know you're allll mine~

>She promptly straddled my waist and began to rub the soft underside of her scaly hands on my chest. All in all it was a mesmerizing distraction

>With my attention elsewhere, I didn't even notice what the tentacles where doing until I felt the humid warm air on my now bare penis

>And by god did those tentacle things know how to work. Within seconds, she was grinning and my dick was like steel, no word of a lie

>She took great amusement in my plight as she took and excruciatingly long time in removing her clothes before tossing them aside

<Well looks like we're all ready to go huh little man. Well don't you worry, the fun is only just beginning!

>Like hell it was. My pride as a man wouldn't allow me to end up at the bottom of such a state so I took advantage of her momentary lapse in defenses

>She had no chance to react as I grabbed a tentacle in each hand and used it as leverage to pull myself up and her downwards, right onto my concrete dick

>Her sodden vagina squeezed and writhed at the sudden invader as her eyes rolled back in her head from the sheer signal overload of too much stimulus

>This gave me all the time I needed to push her onto her back and go to town on her. Little man huh? Well it looked like I wasn't so little anymore

>With every thrust, her titanic tits surged and swayed as lewd slapping noises filled the air. All she could do was squeak and reach out like a drowning woman

>As her third orgasm came crashing down, her wings and the tentacles rose up to enshroud the pair of us, bringing my own end to meet her

>Trapped in her embrace, I had no other choice but to unload wave after wave of hot spunk into her, with little real regard for the consequences

>>346823

>>346819

Well then, so much for Dom!Jabberwock. Methinks the good medic is up for some payback later.

>>346823

>>346819

you live! don't leave us again friend, love your story

>>346823

>Cont.

>So there we were. Both basically butt naked and recovering from a post orgasmic haze while splayed out on the floor of the clinic tent

>With her in no real state to do anything, I decided to prioritize a new set of clothes to replace my now shredded items

>Thankfully, the medical staff lodgings are adjacent to the clinic tent so it was simply a matter of checking whether the cost was clear

>Which it thankfully was. Clad in new, clean scrubs and my backup labcoat, I set about clearing up the tent before dealing with Mariella

>Getting her back on the table unassisted was out of the question, so I settled for cleaning her up and trying to get her clothes back on

>Such attempts were in vain as I had no real idea how her clothes worked or how to get them back on her without her help

>I eventually gave up and set them aside to be washed and covered her with a spare bed sheet to make it look like she had fallen off the table

>All in all, it was an utter god-send that the others were taking as long as they were. She had fully recovered by the time that damn cat arrived

>At first, she stopped dead upon seeing her friend awake at long last but it didn't take long for her to cross the distance and embrace the stunned jabberwock

>Between the cat woman's hiccups and the soft murmurs from the jabberwock, the whole reunion scene was rather heartwarming to witness

>The pair soon calmed down and the cat's demeanor quickly returned to normal as she began to pick up the smells of our… earlier activities

<Well well well, what have we here? Did I miss something exciting between you and the doctor did I, Mariella?

>For the record, my poker face held under that barrage of smugness that was dispensed upon the both of us. The same could not be said for Mariella

>Her face flushed scarlet and her pupils shrank to slits as the cat soon figured out who had been the real aggressor in our little conflict for dominance

>At which point she began to laugh so hard I feared she might pass out from oxygen deprivation. Her laughter eventually declined to a wheeze as she staggered outside

>I merely shook my head and offered to show her where the mess tent was so she could finally fill her stomach with real food. IV drips didn't cure hunger after all

<Don't think for a second that I will forget what you did human! No amount of flattery or bargaining will delay my revenge!

"Ah but you see my dear, I was counting on just that. Don't keep me waiting now"

>>346941

>he actually posted thrice in the same day

On a roll.

>Between the cat woman's hiccups and the soft murmurs from the jabberwock, the whole reunion scene was rather heartwarming to witness

Mamawock? Matronwock?

>>346941

>another part

Hell yes

I'm really liking this story, and the medic is a helluva guy. Godspeed anon

Personally I feel like Cheshires were meant to be plump. It just suits them so much more.

>>348013

>>348020

Anyone got the screencaps of the guy who traumatized a janitor with that picture?

>>348026

But the safety pin is still in it.

>>348027

I have to see this now. Someone please post the screencaps!

>Chubby Cheshire

I didn't know I wanted this until now.

>>348095

>>347949

>>347530

>Be me

>Work as a baker in an expensive french Pâtisserie

>Sweat my ass off in front of a bank of ovens from dawn till late afternoon

>Our croissants win awards and our profiteroles have become a local attraction

>The owners are an old french couple that immigrated to America in the 1940s

>Lovely people and the best employers a man could ask for. That and all the baked good a man could want

>Being a single man in my 20's, many of the local mamono have tried to make passes at me over the years

>Naturally I turned them down for the sake of waiting for the right moment. I'm a little old fashioned in that regard

>As time went by, I began noticing that the odd pastry going missing. Here and there, they would seemingly vanish

>I asked the old man if he had noticed it but he had no idea either. This continued on for weeks till one day, I saw something

>I had just brought out a tray of apricot danishes and was in the process of loading the next tray when one moved

>Not much, but I watched as one moved a good 2 inches away from the others. All I could do was stared dumbfounded

>Reaching over to touch it, I was quite surprised when the whole thing disappeared right before my eyes

>One second it was there, the next it was gone without a trace, not even a sound. It was like some kind of magic

>At loss for words, I waved my hand over the danishes and around where the first disappeared. Nothing

>With no new ideas, I iced the remaining pastries and put the fresh ones on to bake. I still had a job to do after all

>After explaining exactly what I saw to my boss, he was rightly shocked and he said it was possibly some kind of ghost

>I had to agree with that possibility but I'd never heard of a ghost that could turn invisible but who's to say there wasn't one?

>As the day went on, a few more things disappeared but I never saw it happen directly after the first time

>The next day I came in, I prepared a few extra items in case I saw any more of my pastries spontaneously start moving

>My plan of attack was a spray bottle filled with purified water from the resident catholic church and a fly swat

>If that damn thief showed up again, I'd show them what happens to those who steal our pastries so brazenly

>>348099

>With my preparations complete, I got on with my usual days' work starting with the different base pastry types

>As the shop began to fill with the heavenly aromas of baked perfection, I set to work on the various fillings and icings

>Halfway through whipping the cream for the eclairs, I saw two of the macarons begin to slide together

>In the blink of an eye, I lashed out with the fly swat from my apron band and smacked at the bench just past the pair

>Before it reached the benchtop, the flat plastic hit something invisible a few inches above the macarons

>Something that squeaked in surprise and before my eyes, appeared the thickest cheshire cat I had ever seen

>Clad in what looked like a french maid's outfit, she was floating just over the bench with her left paw on the two macarons

>Judging by the size of her, it was highly likely that she was entirely to blame for the missing goods

>And before I had a chance to grab her, she had teleported away, taking the two biscuits with her

>How the hell was I going to stop an invisible thief that could teleport away before I could ever hope to catch her

>I informed the old man of my discovery and all he could do was sigh and mutter something vile in french under his breath

>All we could do was continue as normal and keep a sharp eye out for any more disappearing baked goods

>The day passed quickly and my shift finished before I even knew it. The old man thanked me for my hard work and said goodbye

>As I lived only 10 minutes away by foot, I usually walked home unless it was raining or some such. This time felt different for some reason

>I couldn't quite pin down why I felt so restless but I chalked it up to being on edge the whole day and my mind was merely playing tricks

>However, I swear I felt something brush against me as I crossed the threshold into my apartment. Something soft and warm

>I called out but there was no reply so I fell silent. Surely she hadn't followed me all the way home from work had she?

>Straining my ears and while holding my breath, all I heard was the fridge and my own heartbeat. I did however, pick up the scent of strawberries

>The same flavour as the stolen macarons from thismorning. Hah she was here after all but what the hell was I to do now?

"Alright come out right the hell now! I know you're there, I can smell those macarons you stole from me so boldly so show yourself!"

>Once again, the chubby cheshire in her maid outfit fizzled into view hovering an inch or so off the carpet near my front door

>She had flushed a deep red with shame as she held her giant paws together. Such action caused her already huge breasts to mash together

>It was hard to maintain my anger focused on her as her chest threatened to explode from her blouse and her thighs from her stockings

"Care to explain why you so brazenly steal my hard work and my boss's business and why the hell you followed me home and into my house?"

>>348099

>>348102

Please keep going

>>348224

>>348595

Ive been rather frantic with uni work for the last week but it should be done by this weekend so give me a few days and Ill update both my stories in this thread

>>348639

still eagerly waiting

I'm not going to lie or make excuses, I'm just really fucking lazy

>>348102

>With a fallen face and slumped shoulders, she settled onto the thick carpet before me and seemed to choose her words carefully

>She stuttered at first but soon the truth began gushing out as she told me about how hard it was walk past the pâtisserie every day

>To be tempted with those heavenly smells every day and never having the money or the courage to enter the shop to buy anything

>Her last job had ended badly and her new cleaning work paid very little so between rent hikes and other bills, she had little left for most tasty foods let alone sweets

>Sweets she had loved as a child growing up in the city and hadn't had in so long until she gave into temptation and began taking the odd one here and there

>I was a little shocked at how far into detail she went, after all, this was the first real time we had ever spoken. I informed her that it still was no valid excuse

>She did concede that she felt very guilty about having to steal from us but what she said next was far more surprising than anything else that had happened

>Tears began to form and flow as she told me that the warmth, dedication and pride I baked into the pastries were all that she had to make her life less miserable

>And that those rich, sweet little morsels of goodness were the only spots of happiness in a dull world of muted colours and bland flavours that she lived in

>All I could do was stare as she choked back further tears and promised that she wouldn't steal from us any more. She made for a sorry sight to say the least

>With a small puff of air, she disappeared before I had the chance to could say anything in response to such a surprising revelation

>Needless to say, it left a bitter taste in my mouth as all I could do was shake my head in disbelief at what had just happened and what I had learned

>Unable to come to any viable solution, I simply went back into my usual routine of cooking and washing off the daily coating of flours and assorted icings

>The following day, I informed the old man that the problem had been dealt with. He looked as if he was going to ask how I managed it but he let it go rather quickly

>He probably came to the conclusion that knowing the details would probably cause more trouble than it was worth. For the most part, everything went back to normal

>All except for the memories of that night. I simply couldn't get the cheshire's words off my mind for the weeks that followed. Questions like "how was she" were frequent

>I didn't see any signs that she had gone back on her words either. As almost a month went by, I began experimenting with a new flavour of housecake

>In a deviation from the usual rich custard topped with summer berries and dusted with sugar, I considered using a light lemon custard filling topped with apples baked with cinnamon

>The first of its kind, I was curious to see how it tasted as I walked how with my prototype after a particularly grueling day. As I stopped at a red light, something caught my eye

>It was the same cheshire, this time dressed in faded jeans and a patchy coat trying to keep warm in the chilly winter breeze. That coat looked paper thin and just as warm

>With no thought on the matter, I simply walked over to her and gently looped my scarf around her bare neck and began towing her in the direction of my house

>>350391

I am ready for the healing to begin

>>350391

>She offered no real resistance aside from showing a little surprise at my sudden arrival. Her posture was one of utter exhaustion

>Her tail was limp and almost dragging along the ground behind her and her ears looked lifeless and wilted completing the disheveled appearance

>That and she was surrounded by the odor of unwashed cheshire with undertones of cleaning chemicals. Looked like things had gotten worse

>In a no time at all, we had reached my front door just before it had started to pour down with bitter winter rain, the wind trying to drive it into your flat

>After herding her inside and shutting the door, she simply stood in the middle of the room looking about with a confused expression on her face

>Like she wasn't quite sure how she had ended up where she was. Eventually her mind caught up with her as she turned to me questioningly

>I simply said that I didn't want to see her wandering around aimlessly in the weather in clothes that offered no real protection from the elements

>To have seen such a vulnerable person who clearly needed help and simply ignored was not something I could live with doing

>She said nothing as tears made their way down her rosy cheeks before she crossed the distance between us and buried her have against my chest

>With no other choices, I began trying to comfort her as silent sobs shook her. It also made apparent how dirty and worn she really was

>The fur on her ears was matted and dull and her tail looked like greasy, furry noodle that had been splashed with various chemicals including bleach

>And man did she need a serious shower. Her hair stank and the rest of her wasn't much better. The smell wasn't terrible but it was certainly unpleasant

>As her emotional outburst subsided, I showed her to the bathroom and told to clean up while I cooked something to eat. We could discuss things over dinner

>She simply nodded before shutting the door and turning on the heaters and the water. After finding some spare clothes of mine that should fit her, got to work

>The sauce and meatballs were cooked and I was straining the pasta as she stepped into the room clad only in my bath robe with her hair in a towel

>Needless to say, I was rather surprised by her appearance and almost ended up spilling the spaghetti I had cooked to go with the meatballs

>I asked if she had noticed the clothes I had put out for her but her only response was a ridiculously loud grumble from her stomach as she flushed bright red

>A chuckle escaped me at her embarrassment as I served up two portions of the prepared food. The heaters were on so she shouldn't be too cold

>We sat in silence for a minute as the food cooled to edible temperature before she began to tell me all that had happened in the time I had last seen her

>Things had taken a sharp turn for the worse and yet another rent increase had left her with the choice to pay up and go hungry or face the consequences

>Consequences that involved her landlord shutting off the hot water and heater, leaving her freezing and dirty in her tiny apartment. This was 2 weeks ago

>Next came the news that her boss at the cleaning service had discovered using low-wage and possibly illegal Mexican was a much better business model

>That was last week. So with no employment and an apartment that was basically uninhabitable, she was all out of ideas and had reached the end of the line

>>350390

He probably is. If you wouldn't do kinky shit with the girl you like then you don't derserve her.

>>348342

Nice hipster indie cartoon there, fagboy.

>>350580

Time for fat cat tats soon

Godspeed writefag

>>350832

Failing that, more military misadventures.

>>350580

>business owner choosing the illegal taconigger option instead of employing faggot cats and having a specialist company that uses purple and black as a theme

Sounds like ICE needs a hot, anonymous tip. the cute, slightly chubby faggot cat needs one too, with plenty of under-the-cover headpats, chin scratches and handholding

>>351573

>>351569

>>350832

I know I've been rather slack with updates for you guys in the last few weeks. Uni has had me running around and pulling all nighters most nights to meet deadlines but us Cunts have the 25th off so expect some updates on your tuesday in burger time

>>352058

>tfw Wednesday burger time

Hope you take care anyway, anon.

>>350580

>In all honesty, I had no idea what to say to that. I had had my fair share of hard times but nothing that came close to what she had suffered

>A sort of lifelessness settled over her as she finished speaking and all I could manage was motion her to eat before the food got cold

>As she began chewing her first mouthful, a little colour and life returned to her expression and the first mouthful was soon followed by the second

>Then a third and a fourth as she ramped up the pace, the spaghetti practically flying into her mouth and yet not a single fleck of sauce stained her

>Well she certainly was enjoining herself. I ate at a rather reserved pace and was only half finished when she put down her own, empty plate

>Satisfaction and contentment were plastered all over her face as she leaned back into her chair and stretched out with her arms into the air

>I suppressed a laugh as the thin cord to my bath robe tried in vain to contain the surging tide of tit-flesh, only to fail at the zenith of her stretch

>No longer restrained, they burst free with a hearty jiggle and gave me quite the eyeful before she turned bright red and disappeared with a surprised squeak

>Each were a bit smaller than a honeydew melon with a smooth teardrop shape. Her skin was a delicious creamy vanilla and each were budded by a cute pink nipple

>As my laughter died down, I spoke aloud that there were spare clothes on my bed for her, knowing full well that she would still be in earshot

>A few minutes passed before she reappeared wearing my spare clothes with tinges of red still present on her face. Silence fell once more as I finished my plate

>I asked her how it had tasted, only for her to nod with embarrassment. I said that I was always happy to see people enjoying the food I prepared

>Taking the dirty plates to the sink, I was just turning on the tap when two great fluffy paws rapped round my waist and a great softness pressed against my back

>She mumbled that it was the best meal she'd had in years and that she was sorry for ruining my bathrobe. I said it was fine as I stroked the heavenly fur on her arms

>A dull rumble filled the room, one that grew into a great thrumming tone as she began to purr. Turning around in her arms, I drew her into a gentle embrace

>I stroked her hair and soft little ears and said she could stay for a while, till she got back on her feet. I said she was welcome company and that she was forgiven

>The only real issue was that I only had one bed and the couch was no place to sleep in winter. We both agreed not to try anything funny to the other as we shared the bed

>With that all settled and her purring lowered to a simmer, I ceased my petting and stepped away to reach for a special something I had left in the fridge

>Taking out my experimental housecake, I handed it to her and asked her to see what she thought of it. At first she tried to refuse and said that she had imposed too much already

>I simply stated that it was the only one of it's kind I had made and that I wanted her to have it. As the smells of apple and sugar reached her, she gave in and accepted

>And in a few dainty bites and no small amount of pleasure, she demolished the little cake in less that a minute. Not a single crumb was left nor dropped in the whole affair

>With glistening eyes and a face of absolute bliss, she said it was a delicious way to complete a wonderful meal. Pleased with her answer, I began washing up the dirty dishes

>Pointing out the tea-towel, I asked her to help with the drying up to learn where things were kept in the kitchen. With deft and precise movements, she powered through everything

>With the washing up done in record time, we both agreed that it was time for bed. After finding her a spare toothbrush, we were soon washed up and crawling into bed

>>352269

More soon when I get home from uni and I promise to update Private Anon's story soon

>>352536

I'll have an order of bloomers, please.

>>352536

Spats 4 life

If you lose in strip poker to Mimi, does she refer to your final removal of clothing as The Pipe Strip?

>>352536

black tights

>>352536

>spats

Yes, please.

>>352269

need more

>>353383

Probably for the best, 3D is PD after all.

>>353403

>Denying potential waifu

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>>353383

>She wants to be with you

Gr8 b8, m8.

>>352269

>The inevitable awkwardness that came with suddenly sharing a bed set in the second I turned out the light on my bedside cabinet

>While shifting into my usual sleeping arrangement in an attempt to get comfortable, my hand brushed against something of hers

>Something fluffy. Before I could move my hand, I felt it move and be replaced with the leathery feeling of her paw-pad against my fingertips

>It was a strange feeling. They were rough from her hard work as a cleaner and yet they were still soft and tender in some places

>Tracing the smooth areas with a fingertip, her paw twitched at my touch and a girly giggle rose from her as her other paw came to meet me

>Clasping my hand between them, she drew it up to her cheek as the purring began again. Softly, serenely, it filled the dark room

>The sound seemed to drown out everything else, leaving only the existence of her happiness and contentment. Like nothing else mattered

>And at that moment, nothing else did. Her happiness began to spread to me, the reverberations of her purr sending it deep into my chest

>I could feel the air in my lungs resonate with that sound and it taught me one thing. I wanted to make this woman happy, no matter the cost

>Thoughts and inhibitions faded away as I dragged her down the bed towards me. She offered no resistance to my motions, still purring all the while

>Her tail began to snake its way around my thigh as one of her legs slipped between mine. Using my free hand, I began stroking the curve of her spine

>My other hand found her opposing paw and I soon interlaced my fingers with the heavenly softness of her big, fluffy paw and felt the pads rub against my palm

>Our breathing collectively slowed and fell into a steady rhythm as my stroking decayed to a gentle rubbing and eventually to a standstill, my arm resting atop her

>As lethargy soon rose up to claim the pair of us, I placed a small, chaste kiss on the end of her cute button nose before the darkness of sleep took me

…

>I awoke to the morning sun and the birds feeling more refreshed than I had in a very long time. I just lay back and enjoyed the peace and comfort

>That was until two delightfully soft somethings tickled the underside of my chin. Looking down, I noticed that our sleeping arrangements had shifted overnight

>Shifted somewhat dramatically as she was now sleeping with her head nestled into my chest as the rest of her body clung to mine, all down one side

>Any attempts at moving would have surely awoken her, so I simply opted to let her rest. She sure looked like she needed as much as she could get

>Her breathing eventually peaked as consciousness returned to her. With a few tired blinks and a cute little yawn, she bid me good morning with a smile like a sunrise

>>353613

>short shorts

Cheshire Selous Scout when?

>>353611

please don't stop

>>354141

>>354682

I plan to get on with a few updates but every time I say this something comes along to fuck me in the ass. First a load of assignments, next my flat and house flooding and nearly getting electrocuted, I've been a little preoccupied lately

This weekend should be better, so long as nothing else comes along

I thank you all for your patience

>>354715

Sweet Jesus, you go through a lot. First time in a while that a writefag nearly died on us. Stay alive, Private, that's an order.

>>354829

Does she say that line right before pretend orgasm denial, then finish you off and praise you for "passing the test" once you tell her your gobstoppers belong to her?

>>354715

hope to see you posting soon

>>356926

This is technically canon.

>>340247

I thin it was Candy, theres a pastenbin by someone named nyanon that has a cheshire story

>>357036

https://pastebin.com/C7bKvhY8

This one?

>>328088 (checked)

Nah Hellhound dropped the soap and memecat just appeared to b/u/lly

>>356926

That's called an upgrade.

>>353611

youre not coming back are you?

>>358246

Exams finish on the 18th I've been a little busy

>>360532

>She beckons you to her bedroom

>She orders you to close your eyes as she strips

>When you open them you see her standing naked with a perfect hourglass figure

>>353383

Gotta make me feel the feels you fucking bastard

https://hooktube.com/watch?v=RrkzIN2eP0U

>>360556

>>360556

I'd rather her sit on my face with that deliciously thick ass

>>360532

>Fat Cat

Point at her and laugh.

>>353611

>We just lay there together, our faces mere inches apart. The birds sang as we each studied the other, that was until someones stomach gurgled

>Her cheeks grew rosy with embarrassment as I grinned and asked her what she would like for breakfast. She mumbled at first but I caught "-waffles" in her reply

>Waffles it was then. After a stretch and finding some warmer clothes, I set about assembling the necessary ingredients and my waffle iron

>The first 2 were cooked and piping hot by the time she floated into view, her mountainous cleavage barely dammed behind one of my old woolen sweaters

>A jar of strawberry jam and a small bottle of maple syrup along with some brown sugar and lemon juice covered the table. She settled into her chair as her waffles arrived

>She sat in rapture as the golden, steaming squares were placed before her, along with a jug of brewed coffee and jug of milk. A breakfast without coffee is no breakfast of mine

>The first one was demolished in record time with a generous wash of syrup, but she drew to a pause when reaching for the jar of jam. Turning to me, she quietly asked:

<H-how did you know it was my favourite?

>I said that I didn't, I just happened to like it myself because it somehow always tasted like it was made yesterday-

<when the strawberries had just been picked

>Now it was my turn to stare in surprise. How did she know that? I asked her as much and her> reply was that it what her mother had always said to her

>Huh, mine said the same thing. What was the chances of that being just a coincidence? She did say that she grew up in this city after all, so it's plausible that our mothers could have met

>I chuckled at the thought and dug through my childhood memories to see if I remembered meeting any cheshires when I was younger. I could have already met her, who knew

>Sitting down with my own plate and a steaming mug of rich, black goodness, I asked her if she ever went with her mother to the supermarket when she was little

>After a few moments of deep thought, she concluded that she could have but she had only vague memories of her childhood and so she couldn't be sure

>We ate in relative silence, simply enjoying the crispy waffles with a variety of different toppings. I was quite surprised how gracefully she conducted herself and how well mannered she was

>With the both of us finished our breakfast, she shyly asked if she would be allowed to clean up the dishes, as payment for the "wonderful" waffles I had cooked her

>I considered it for a while but decided on letting her have some way to save face. No-one with any pride would want to act like a parasite after all

>On that note, I broached the topic of accommodations and cohabitation to her as she washed up with professional efficiency, her skills as a cleaner on display

>She unilaterally agreed to take on any and all cleaning in my/our apartment during her stay and she insisted on paying back whatever money she could once she landed another job

>I tried to convince her to keep the money she would desperately need to land a new flat and various essentials but her suddenly fierce shift in demeanor caught me off guard

>For someone who was so soft-spoken and shy most of the time, it was very surprising indeed for her to raze her voice with such conviction

>Giving in to her demands, I set a few privacy related rules on what she could do while she cleaned. With those rules established, I set about getting ready for work

>There was some left over food in the fridge and plenty of things she could entertain herself with while I was away and I promised to bring her home something nice

>With everything out of the way, I told her to lock up while I was out and to not answer the door should someone come calling. I had to settle things with the landlord after all

>As I opened the front door and lifted my bag, I felt a familiar softness against my back and her arms around my chest. I was about to speak when she uttered words I'll never forget

<H-have a safe trip and I'll be w-waiting for you to come home!

>>361856

>… … …huh?

>How long had I waited to hear someone say that?

>I'd lived alone since I moved out 4 years ago. I'd turned down the others that had approached me during my time at the bakery, for the sake of professionalism and my ideals

>Yet here was a woman I barely knew but had somehow, unilaterally accepted and welcomed into my home and my bed. And all the 'justifications' I had made seemed like excuses

>Her shy but honest and endearing presence had pushed past everything I had put in place to avoid a 'pro-active' relationship. And despite it all, I didn't mind

>In fact, I liked it. She had been in my life for almost a single day, yet she felt like an old friend already. Her presence, in one night, had transformed my little apartment into a real home

>Somewhere to return to, somewhere warm and inviting after a hard days' work. Something more than just a place to live, more than just a dark, empty place to return to

>A great man once said that every man's house was his home, and that home was his castle. Now I may not have a house, or even own this little place I call home

>But from the moment those words reached me, I felt like a real king. A real lord of his own home, a private domain to call his own. And with someone there to make it worth more than anything

>There was nothing I could say in reply, no clever response, I was at a complete loss for words. I turned to face her, my mind long since ground to a stand-still from utter shock

>So I abandoned all thought and acted on impulse alone, letting my instincts play out as they pleased. It was all I could do to avoid standing there with my mouth hanging open

>The sky itself shone in those blue eyes, the sunlight radiating of the pale softness of her skin. I'd seen many a pretty face in my time and all were overshadowed by what stood before me

>Embarrassment blazed in her cheeks and her lip quivered as she desperately held back tears. So I kissed her. It was not driven by passion, or lust, it was of nothing but affection and appreciation

>It was complete acceptance of who and what she was. And in a moment it was over as I pulled away from her soft lips. I turned away to hide my own blazing red face and to calm my pounding heart

>Having regained my composure, I faced her once more and drew her into my arms. She buried her still cherry red face into my neck as I summoned my courage and gave her my reply

>I told her I'd be home before she knew it and that I'd bring her something special home with me. And I told her to keep the light on for me if it got dark. Landlord be damned I was going to keep her

>She nodded her reply as I released her before turning to leave. I rose my free hand in farewell and walked away without looking back. I walked with confidence and pride and a smile that lasted all day

>I arrived at work a little later than usual but for some reason, my boss took one look at me and chuckled. No remark on my lateness, just a chuckle and a very knowing look from a wise old man

>To be fair it was probably written all over my face that something good had happened, he probably left things alone to let me savour the moment for as long as I could. He was good like that

>I powered through my tasks at such a rate, I was free for most of the day to help serve the usual army of customers and had time to spare to make my special someone a real treat

>Even the old man said it was one of the best things his shop had ever produced and that whatever had happened had left me twice the man I was before. He said it reminded him of when he met his wife

>He said he felt like he could take on the whole world with her at his side. By the time the store was clean and prepped for the next day of service, all the work I had done began to take its toll

>The old man bid me goodnight as he drove away, leaving me to decide on a meal plan for the evening. After a short detour to the supermarket and dodging a sudden downpour, I arrived home to the lights on

>I was still fishing for my keys when the door opened suddenly, the warm air and the smells of a clean home and hot tea wafted out to greet me as she stood in the doorway, the lights behind her making her shine

<Welcome home~!

>>362004

I-I'm not c-crying! You're crying!

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