/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>Christmas was anubi is really something

>they plan everything well in advance and make sure everything is perfect

>most years this fell on my waifu, who's a sucker for holiday decorating

>as my three daughterus grew up, they each began to contribute to the Christmas spirit

>jokingly called them 'The Committee' for their fervorish deliberations on proper wreath design and the mathematical measures needed to make the atrium as inviting as possible

>even I tried to contribute, usually suggesting things related to music and sound I'm an acoustics engineer

>the last week is often the only time we have family time outside The Committee, where things wind down and everyone can take a breath

>This also means a scramble for gifts

>shopping on Amazon while perusing local retail chains, attending charities while simultaneously filling in online donations

>my girls tend to forget about themselves until Christmas morning, when they realize they didn't get gifts for one another

>thankfully, I was already on top of this

>the youngest, age 6, was given a massive collection of omnidirectional blocks, puzzle cubes, and a fidget spinner as a gag gift

>the middle child, age 9, was given a laptop that ran GNU/Linux, fitted with custom keys because of her large paws

>the eldest, aged 12, received a crucifix necklace that her grandmother cherished, along with some books by the Saints and an archaic Greek Bible

>my waifu got a light silky dress and an extra large mason jar of manticore spines alongside some heartfelt words I put down on how happy I was to be with her and my family, and wished them all the best this Christmas

>all of them were ecstatic

>we later spent the evening cuddling together by the fire, though it wasn't long before the waifu wanted to enjoy her gifts with me

>Pretty sure we have another daughteru on the way

>No time and a half at work for Christmas

>whatever, I'll take the time off

>get a call from Holstaur friend, asks me what I'm doing for the holidays

>she gets really excited when I tell her I got nothing planned

>"didn't know you liked Christmas and shit so much"

<"Eh? Don't you?"

>"never cared for it honestly"

>she gets quiet for a few moments

<"you… you wanna come over anyways?"

>Poor girl probably hasn't earned enough to bring her family over yet so she must be lonely

>"Sure, why not?"

<"REALLY?!!?"

>fukkin loud

>"Yeah…. See ya tomorrow?"

>vague sounds of girlish squealing in the background

>quietly hang up the phone and set alarm for tomorrow

Ammit as my witness I'll finish this if it or work kills me

>Work during the holiday season is the most hectic time of the year

>Machines are pushed to their limits and often need repair trying to get all the packages shipped off on time

>Our drivers face tons of stress trying to make delivery times

>Accidents increase as a result

>Barely anytime time outside of work for the family since commutes are hell because of all the traffic accidents

>Sometimes we don't get to see each other when we're awake until my next days off

>Facility is so understaffed that I'm even pulled in for overtime on Christmas day most years so I don't get to see them till after New Years

>But after each season, when I finally get to rest at home, my daughters thank me for helping make each Christmas possible for so many families

>I often spend that weekend with my girls curled up on me, purring that daddy is finally home.

Remember folks, drive safely and reinforce your packages.

>Christmas fast approaching

>Every year I've done something to put a smile on my danuki daughteru's little face

>Last year worked in tandem with my neighbor to create an illusion that santa had landed between the two houses

>His wife, a whitehorn helped contribute to the illusion

>Neighbor and I dragged a heavy Tree branch through some of the snow and tore up a small portion of ground to achieve the "skidmarks" look of a slay landing

>This year I've got something a bit more subtle

>Going to take a thing of ash from the brick fireplace we have and when she's asleep bring it out

>Using my workboots I'll step in the old spaghetti pot filled with the stuff and leave some foot prints leading away from the fireplace towards the cookies and the tree.

>Haven't told the wife yet, know she'll start complaining about the cost of cleaning the carpet.

>Know despite this I'll get a 'special thanks' from her as she sees how happy it makes our daughter

>>326769

>Moofriend's apartment, like most Monster dominated areas, is pretty nice.

>thankfully she didn't go too crazy with her Christmas decorations, some lights on her door, a tree in the corner

>wait is that mistletoe above the door?

>before I could look back down she's on me

>For such a gentle girl, she's got quite a strong grip

>her cow tiddies squish against my chest

>she smells like sweet berries and cream

>she plants a big sloppy kiss on my cheek, giggling like a little girl when she lets go

>"Meryy christmas to you too", I say as I wipe my cheek

<"You too, Anon"

>there's a lot of red decorations, so it's a good thing she wears those special contact lenses for her kind

>she invites me to sit on the couch while she gets things ready

<"I hope you like Christmas movies!"

>"Eh…… I like the Grinch"

<"I'll play that one first then"

>she's practically skipping around, and those tits of hers are bouncing quite hypnotically

>she sits down next to me, holding a stuffed reindeer in her lap as the movie starts playing on the TV

>she's usually really timid and shy, so it's actually really cool to see her so excited like this

>suppose this might be a good Christmas

>>326632

By myself, as usual. I don't have a waifu or anything so I'll probably be hitting the weights and go running as usual.

fuck it

she's asleep, i'm drunk, it's raining outside, but i need to give you some backstory first. this happens about two months before our first christmas.

>be me

>mercenary

>irl murderhobo

>fighting in Africa for the Organization

>today on the menu: bantu

>tomorrow: more bantu

>day after: yet more fucking bantu

>they can't aim for shit

>they can't into tactics

>but fuck there are a lot of them

>and they smell real bad

>and they eat everything they can get their hands on: everything. birds, rats, rotten veggies, corpses

>donotlike.dll

>absolutelylovinglife.sarcasm.gov

>clearing out a neighborhood in NW SA (that's northwest south africa for you nomurders)

>separated from the rest of my retard squad

>they're probably off jamming tnt up their asses

>maybe they're fucking around with the bantu

>in suburbia, last stand of the huwite man

>house after bombed out house

>not destroyed, just neglected

>wandering around, looking for landmarks at first

>i can't find my way out of a wet cardboard box

>get angry, like when i was a kid

>start looking for enemy to shoot

>find nuffin

>start going through houses trying to find something to kick over

>all wrecked by the bantu

>i wreck it some more

>angerissues.mov

>i leave a trail of glass, brick crumb, wood splinters in every house i leave

>a one man wrecking crew

>used to do this in dad's wrecking yard too

>go out and hit shit, and shoot stuff with his .22

>mom died early, he couldn't raise kids

>sob story's for later. back to SA.

>fucking around

>still fucking around

>doing about as much damage as 100 bantu because I'm p i s s e d

>suddenly, come out of surburbia into a field

>used to be a lawn or a garden, but it's really overgrown

>hedges spring wild in SA's heat

>can't see shit captain

>no visibility, just leafy greenness all around, little rustles in the leaves

>also birds

>lots of birds

>what the fuck there's a lot of birds

>every tree branch is covered in birds

>there are woodland creatures hanging out too

>they eye me, but they don't want to go running

>they're resting

>safe?

>>326632

Dunno, the usual stuff with family probably

>>327598

I like it

continue pls

>>327656

>resting. there's a deer in the shade of one of the trees, with her fawns laying nearby

>squirrels are scampering around gnarled roots of the trees

>there's a ginger cat even

>i've wandered into a fucking disney movie

>allofmywhat.jpg

>wait

>if these animals are here

>it means the bantu aren't

>why aren't the bantu here

>where the fuck are they

>radio crackles

>it's my dumbass hellhound teammate

>first day we met she tried to serial snuggle me

>almost cracked a fibia

<"Anon! For fuck's sake, we need some fucking fire support! Sector 2d AA, where the fuck are you?"

>taking a nature walk apparently

<"I'm inbound. Need to locate myself-"

<"You're Sector 2d AC, 3 klicks west- grow some fucking eyes, and read your damn GPS!"

>oh yeah

>maps are for morons

<"Inbound now. What should I expect?"

<"Bantu! A lot of fucking Bantu!"

>god damn it

>unshoulder grenade launcher

>run out of the garden

>i'llbeback.shwartzenegger

i'll spare you the details on combat. doesn't matter to the story, and it's boring fighting in SA.

>at camp

>Organization treats us grunts well

>even though we're just hired help

>hot meals, hot showers

>and only occasionally sexually agressive hellniggers

>most of all, our contract managers know a thing or two about fighting

>my effective C.O. was a 15 year vet who had done his tour after the Reaction in '25. fought from brussels to bridgetown, all across the West.

>he knew his shit, and the Org brought him on as a special consultant after the Boers contacted us- well, 'them' for protection

>we call him Sarge, big tough motherfucker that even the hellhounds stay away from

>when I come up, he's videocalling his wife

>a fox (of course) with soft features. there's a lot of kits playing in the background.

<"Soon! Soon, soon. That's all I know."

<"All the kids miss you, and they want you home and safe as soon as possible."

>fuck i hope he's not gonna die

>this feels like the setup for a shit action movie

<"I miss them too, and I miss you. Where's John? It's his birthday today."

>shriek from the background.

<"YOU REMEMBERED!"

>Sarge has this big, cheesy grin on his face. he wipes it clean, and replaces it with a serious look

>John comes up to the camera. he's like 6.

<"John."

<"Yes, Dad."

<"You've been good to your mom?"

<"Well, I mean…"

<"He's tried," says Sarge's wife

>all the kits in the background laugh

<"Can you be good to her until I come back?"

<"Yes."

>Sarge smiles.

<"Then, I've got a gift for you."

>reaches behind his back

>pulls out a .22 rifle

>a toy.jpg

>John is going nuts

>all his brothers and sisters are congratulating him

>foxmom gets them settled down enough to sing to John

<"Happy birthday to you…"

>i'm not crying, because i'm 100% certified lean beef, a real meathead

>just a little condensation on the cheek, that's all

>Sarge hangs up the call, and turns around to see me.

<"Anon. What can I do for you?"

>all business.

<"Sarge, I need to know something about my area of operations. Mission parameters took me off the beaten track recently."

<"Go on."

<"I found a nature refuge. Lots of deer, just hanging around."

<"Come again? In the killzone."

<"Yep. Sector… 2d AC. Green as far as the eye can see.

>Sarge grumbles.

<"Cursed zone."

>what the fuck Sarge

>this isn't ghost story

>i'm not goddamn scooby doo

>don't say the words 'cursed zone'

<"The Bantu avoid pockets like that all over South Africa. They're superstitious in a way that we're just beginning to understand- something in the area spooked one of them a while ago, and they just haven't returned since."

<"Ok, what causes them?"

<"Last one we cleared out had an old, leaky reactor sitting at the center. Killed everything that came close- and after 50 or so died, the Bantu stopped going near it."

>oh

>wait

>fuck

>did he say 'cleared out'

>i did not sign up to microwave myself with broken nukes

>Sarge is scanning notes on the sector

<"Usually, we only go in when the Organization receives funding for it… Says here that there's a natural NGO that wants to evacuate the animals that are left in warzones. Lotta cash per head. I can justify that."

>but

>fuck

>what about the nuke

<"Alright, Anon. I'll be throwing together deployment orders for you and your squad in regards to this natural zone: they'll be ready in four or so hours. Come back then.

>f u c k

>>327667

shit she woke up

more later

need 4 snuggle

>>327668

If sarge dies, I'll hunt YOU down with a .22! Better cuddle fast, greenboy, I want more storytime, and I'll wait patiently if I have to.

>>327683

hell no

Sarge was best man at the wedding

i swear he's unkillable- saw him take on a tank once, almost barehanded

he won

anyways

gotta keep up on housework

we're out basically innawoods right now, self sustaining

gardening and all that shit takes time

anyway

>Sarge calls together the squad

>Small area, small operation, small group.

<"I've set up the mission parameters. The cursed zone is six kilometers in diameter."

>please stop saying cursed zone

<"The zone is comprised of an abandoned museum, a handful of acres of parkland, and an estate building…"

>maybe no nukes

<"…owned by a Russian power oligarch. His family fled, after South Africa's civil war started. Most of his money was from yellowcake mining in and around the mountain ranges to the North.

>fuckall

<"Bantu chatter seems to suggest a 'spirit,' not a 'curse', which suggests something like a functioning security system- not a leaky reactor. It's unlikely that you'll encounter anything radioactive on the estate."

>ok

<"However, we aren't willing to take that risk. This mission has been classified as 'high danger' by the Organization's upper command: as such, we've been given extended access to Organization inventory."

>dangerous, but-

>did he say 'extended access'

<"Infantry stock, from C to S category is free reign for this assignment. Vehicle stock has opened to class D, with the special inclusion of the armoured van you'll be using to extract as much wildlife as you can."

>he said extended access. he said extended access.

<"Anon, are you alright? You're fidgeting an awful lot."

<"Sorry, Sarge. Just excited for the mission."

>Sarge grumbles, but continues on.

<"We'll be taking South Mbana Road, through the M'mbele gorge, to the service road into the cursed zone. Tala and Tanya,"

>sharkgirl, slime. both nod.

<"-will be laying pheremone traps to attract the animals. John, James, Paul, you're providing backup and cover."

>men nod. not like they're gonna need to do anything with Tala there anyways.

<"Anon, Lavastalker. You're point vanguard. Your job is to find out what's causing the cursed zone, and extract if possible- aerial photos show the place as very well-maintained. Organization wants to use it as a forward base as we push farther into the Vootrekker districts.

>i don't even care that i've gotta work with the hellnigger that nearly turned my hips into toothpicks

>he said open access

<"The extraction process begins at 1900 hours this evening. You have two hours to prepare. Your employee cards have been updated with special access. Meet at the motorcade at 1630- dismissed."

>i'm fucking gone

>inventory is calling me

>S rank access holy shit

>fuck all those other bitches

>the Org has the best fucking R&D team on the face of the earth

>E rank gets me a goddamn rocket launcher

>what the fuck is at S rank

>arrive at the container ship

>Org MP standing there- total paladindu garb

<"Halt. Provide identification, employee"

>yeah fucking yeah

>throw my employee card at him

>he snatches it out of the air

>takes a fucking minute to ID me

>goddamnpalidindu.jpg

<"You have security clearance up to and including Rank S material in the Infantry category-"

<"Yeah yeah where is it?"

>he moves his fat paladindu ass from the door

<"At the end, good employee."

<"Thanks."

>american instincts kick in

>tip him a fiver

>goddamn SPRINT to the end of the corridor

>there's a door there- marked, "S"

>open it up

>oh lawdy

shit, she's calling

lunch time

back this evening

>>327765

where was i

oh yeah

>twin-reactor

>hardened ceramic-carbon composite

>myoelectrically enhanced

>electroplastic regeneration

>you know what it is

>Myrdmidon IV power armor, by Aerodrome

>every day after school i'd rush home, dump my homework, and fuck around on the internet, looking for photos and videos of the old Myrmidon II units

>fuck those were cool

>like if sex had legs

>saw a guy take a mortar hit while wearing one on LiveLeak

>he fucking walks up and out of the crater that it left, picks up a 50 pound machine gun, and starts shooting

>fucking awesome

>and i'm driving it

>comes with NBC armor, so i can justify it because of nukes

>letmeslipintosomethingmorecomfy.gif

>holy shit it's easy to put on too

>fuck me

>it's so light

>the look on that damn palidindu's face when i leave

>yeah that's right, i could take you and your shitty "paladin battle gear" any day

>don't say this of course

>i've only got S clearance today, tomorrow I'm gonna be just another shmuck

>give him a wave

gotta cut this short, but bet your ass i'll be back tomorrow

>>327832

>Power armor

>It's another power armor lover

Are you my brother, or something? Man, I know how you feel. Power armor is fucking awesome.

>>327660

>>327598

>despite myself I'm singing along to the damn Muppets Christmas Carol of all things

>been hanging out with Moofriend for about 4 hours now

>snacks provided, milk and cookies

>she's assured me it's cow's milk

>cookies are fukkin delicious though

>scene comes on where Scrooge's fiance leaves him

>catch her giving me a weird look

>"something wrong?"

<"Eep! Uhm… no, sorry"

>"I mean I know I'm ugly but I don't look like Scrooge, do I?"

<"No! What? H-How? Anon no, yo-"

>it's really fun and easy to get her flustered

>"What? You think I'm handsome?"

>she turns beet red and stammers

>lean in closer

>she whines and pulls her sweater up and tries to hide her face

>laugh like a jerk and lay back on my side of the couch

>"oh relax, I'm just messing with you"

>she keeps her sweater over half of her face, guess she's still pouting.

>she really does look quite adorable

>go back to watching the muppets, quite pleased with myself

>>327926

fucking palidindus

'on his way to church' my ass

i know how it goes man

>>327894

i know holy shit

when they added light cloaking to the Myrmidon III-SF i almost creamed myself

holy shit so cool

talking also to the wife, and she's convinced me that i'm a dumbass, and this takes place like 3 weeks before christmas. not two months. she was kinda sad about it, so i gotta think about ways to make it up to her. thoughts?

>en route to the estate

>the guys are looking at me funny

>not my fault you morons had S class clearance, and just got railguns

>Sarge hadn't said anything, but he had rolled his eyes a little

>nigga i'm in power armor i don't give a fuck

>roll up on the estate like i gotta big cock

>capture team starts doing their stuff

>slimegirl (forgot her name) starts emitting pheremones

>man that smells

>oh wait I'm wearing power armor

>turn on air filtration

>smell nothing

>zen

>hellnigger and me head deep into the woods, trying to find the mansion

<"Jesus, Anon. That's pathetic."

>hellnigger is looking at me with some disgust

<"What?"

<"Compensation much?"

>big word for an overgrown labrador

<"What do you want? My human body doesn't do radiation well. You could eat uranium for breakfast."

>she smiles. razor sharp teeth.

<"Hah! Weak human."

>fucking

>wait hold on

<"Hey,"

>fuck forgot her name again whatever

<"Armwrestle me."

>she'd scoff if she knew what a scoff was

<"I'd snap your arm."

<"Naw. I'll wear the powerarmor."

>she's getting uncertain

<"Unless you think you couldn't beat a weak little human, even while he has some help?

>she gets angry

>holy shit she fell for the oldest trick in the book

>speech increased to 100

>we sit down on either side of a bigass tree stump

>she puts her arm forwards

>i grab it

>she's unsure again

>oh honey if you only knew

>Myrmidon II armor was capable of 400 joint horsepower, with like 2k ft-lbs torque out of the gate

>we square off

>we start

>i finish early

>shiggy diggy

>left a crater in the stump

>fuck yeah

>she's holding her arm and whimpering

>shit not so good

<"You OK?"

<"It's fine!"

>fuck

>broke teammate's arm

>going into a mission with no fire support

>i mean, i've got the power armor

>come over and offer her some painkillers

<"I'm fine! Fuck off, Anon!"

>fuckthat.jpg

>gently assess wound

>probably spiral fracture

>antiinflammatory, painkiller, and liquid plastic cast applied

>all thanks to the M-IV's first aid kit

>is there anything power armor can't do

>we keep going

<"Anon…"

>fuck please don't tell Sarge

<"Where did you learn to do that?"

>oh

<"A long time ago, I was gonna be a doctor. I was really into it, too. Studied hard, got accepted into school."

<"What happened?"

>old man died and i drank myself into a stupor at his wedding

<"Life."

whoops dinner

back in a bit

>>327910

>>327926

>I blink a few times before moving the mug of hot coco away from my lips.

>look around Moofriend's living room

>i swear some faggot paladindu just busted in here and wrecked the place

>the fuck did she put in this coco?

>i look over at her, she's too enthralled in Home Alone to pay attention to me

>quietely set the coco(?) on the coffee table

>"Mind if I hit the bathroom?"

<"Huh? Oh, sure it's right down the hall"

>thank her and try to ignore the strange phantom stickyness

>her bathroom is very orderly, and there's a faint smell of chasmere

>I splash some water on my face from the sink and check my face

>nothing too unusual, but I'm no doctor

>couldn't even tell you where the pineal glad is, or what the fuck it does

>can hear Moofriend laughing

>give myself one last look in the mirror and shrug

<"Anon! You! You missed the part with the tommy gun! It's so great!"

>"Ah! I've seen it plenty of times"

<"Well come on then! Hurry before you miss the ending! We still got more to watch!"

>>327969

>old man died and i drank myself into a stupor at his wedding

You should be proud of him, not many men can woo a woman to marriage when they're dead.

>>327980

meant funeral

thinking about wife's wedding

thoughts get mixed up easy

both took place during december, it fucks with my head sometimes. sorry.

no time to finish tonight, i'll tell more tomorrow.

>>328035

And then Anon was raped to death by hell wan

>>327975

>I fell asleep after a while, I think after the one with the grandma and the reindeer

>suppose I can't marathon movies like she can, ah well

>whatever pillows she slipped under my head feel fan-fucking-tastic

>the perfect amount of firm and soft

>along with the scent of fruits and cream?

>fuck it, I'm actually comfortable

>decide to nuzzle these amazing things because why not?

<"Hmmmmyyyyyynnn"

>Did they just moan?

<"Mmmmnnnn Anon…."

>I don't need to get up now, I know exactly where I am.

>Not that I can get out anyways, her grip is too strong

>Can't check my watch to see what time it is.

>Suppose this is how I'm spending Christmas Eve

>Suppose it could be a lot worse. This is pretty comfy

>Christmas at the mixed orphanage.

>monster and human kids go to school and live here on the government dime.

>Christmas was closing in.

>Some of the cuter kids had already been adopted which is pretty common this time a year.

>Many of the older kids had pretty much given up on getting adopted long ago but some of the younger ones would stay in bed and pout because they've seen their friends get grabbed up over the past week or so.

>I work at the orphanage as an assistant teacher but they pretty much use me for any other job they can think of.

>One of my other jobs is to go around and collect letters to Santa

>I always see the letters from the younger ones "Can you find me a family Santa?"

>They stop me and ask me if I think Santa will find them a family

>I tell them "I'm sure he's working real hard to find you one."

>When Christmas comes they'll have their hearts broken all over again.

>There will always be a few kids that learn Christmas miracles don't happen like they do on the Hallmark channel.

>We'll do our best to provide all manner of electronic toys, building blocks, dolls, crayons, and every kind of toy a kid their age could want.

>And yet, every Christmas I see the same half-hearted smiles from them as they open their presents.

>Some of the more fragile ones look on with teary eyes and force out a "Merry Christmas" as they squeeze a doll or hold up a toy truck.

>They get their picture taken with it as they try to look cute since that picture will probably be used to advertise them to prospective parents.

>I spend my time with them because I feel bad but they always tell me they wish I'd adopt them.

>I'd never do that of course. If I adopted one, everyone else would be jealous and I care for them all too much to create that kind of schism.

>The staff manager comes to me one day "Will you be our Main Hall Santa this year?"

>I question his choice. I'm neither big enough or old enough to convey a properly rose-cheeked Saint Nic'

>"The kids love you and they'll actually tell you what they really want. You know how it can be hard to get actual gift request out of them. Will you work with me on this one?"

>Another trial for my heart.

>On the day I'm to arrive I'm all gussied up on my Santa outfit.

>there's a place in the main hall decorated with fake snow and little house that says "Santa's Workshop" with a north pole off to the side as if this would fool anyone.

>Despite the less than stellar display all manner of child lines to see me when they get done with their morning classes.

>The older ones sit in my lap and joke with me

>Some ask for cigarettes and others joke about getting them out of here for a weekend on the beach.

>They're real assholes but I love them as much as any other kid here.

>Some of the younger ones lose their nerve and run away before ever asking me anything as if I'm the real Santa and they're afraid I'll tell them "no" to their request.

>a little naga girl, Holly, is next in line. She slithers up to me and I hoist her into my lap

>She always bugs me and tells me she's going to marry me one day and that I need to adopt her so she can learn to cook my favorite meals.

>She's in Christmas sweater freshly decorated herself with glitter still fluttering off it

>I give her my usual Santa spiel "And what would you like for Christmas little girl?"

>She speaks to me by my name, she knew who I was when she was several places back in the line and peeked over to spot me.

>She whispered into my ear "Could you take me out on a date this Christmas anon~?"

>>329611

>she was far too young for me, maybe 12 years old at most. I felt bad for what I said next but this was part of the job to get presents out of them.

>"well, if we were to go out on a date, what gift would you like me to get you?"

>Her eyes lit up and she rocked back and forth like she'd won the lottery

>"n-n-nothing, I just wanna spend time with you on Christmas!"

>"Ho-ho-ho you just want to spend time with me? you don't want any toys?"

>"well…I guess…" She wasn't stupid. She could see the game I was playing and pieced it together well enough

>This wasn't the first time the orphanage had broken her

>With the same defeated look I had seen every Christmas when a kid learns how things really work she belted out a generic request for a doll.

>"Merry Christmas Santa…" A look of sadness wormed onto her face but she didn't show me it long before she uncoiled herself from my leg and helped herself off my lap

>"Merry christmas!" I bellowed in my most Santa voice possible trying to hide the pain from my heart.

>The line shifted and snaked up to me slowly.

>Some kids were naive and went for what I said.

>I'd derail their request for parents and push them more towards a certain toy.

>Some of the kids already knew what was up and just asked for a toy up front.

>Other kids like Holly saw right through me and gave me canned answers which may as well have been "fuck it" before taking their leave of my lap

>by the end of the day I'd amassed a general list of toys the kids wanted this year. Lots of bikes and dolls. Some wanted tablets which we could get albeit them being off brands. Other kids wanted more obscure and niché offerings like comic books and figurines.

>How many of them were told not to ask Santa for Parents by their teachers I wondered?

>A centaur fellow with faux reindeer horns and elf costume which made him look ridiculous helped me clean up the display after the kids had cleared out for the evening.

>He sighed "Christmas comes but once a year, eh?"

>"I'm glad it's only once." I sighed, as I picked up the north pole under my arm

>He chortled "Amen to that!"

Merry christmas /monster/. Make sure to tell your family you love them.

>>329307

Very cute. Thanks for writing this.

>>329612

Very nice anon, I bet this sort of sad stuff actually happens a lot.

>>329688

You see lots of happy stories in green text threads so I figure sad ones help balance things out and help others appreciate the happier ones.

Laying in bed I thought of an epilogue of sorts for the mixed orphanage but it's just more sad posting. It would be a heartwarming life lesson but still sad.

>>329754

Write it. Like you said, sadness is just and important to the human experience as happiness. When I say "Fuck you" I mean "Fuck you (for writing with sufficient skill to evoke genuine human emotions in me)".

>>329612

>>329838

The truth

>Sometime after my stint as Santa

>Another odd job. Decorating the hallways.

>I enlisted the help of some of the older students. It was a good way to bond with them and see how they were doing.

>When you ask a kid directly how they're feeling they'll clam up. Give them a mindless chore and they'll spill their guts to you without realizing it.

>Something about the monotony disarms them.

>Holly was one of my helpers. She was always looking for an excuse to hang out with me and she was a smart girl so I didn't mind her company.

>Holly liked to research things. She'd seen the statistics for orphan children. She knew the adversity she'd face because she didn't have a family, the issues of getting into higher education, getting a job, and so on.

>She was wearing an elf hat with pointy ears which looked a bit odd on her since she had pointy ears herself.

>"Anon, would you…" She smacked a cut out of a candy cane against the wall until the tape on the back grabbed it. "…consider adopting me for Christmas?"

>"You already know the answer Wormy" My nickname for Holly. I hung some tinseled garland above the other decorations thanks to my hight.

>She shook her head, something I said got to her "You're a liar then!" Some of the kids perked their heads up and turned to face the outburst, setting their decorations aside to listen. Holly didn't seem to care.

>A glare from her "You say you love everyone but that's because they pay you to! If you really cared why don't you adopt me!"

>I attempted to calm her "I do love everyone. That includes you. In fact-"

>she cut me off "Bullshit!" She threw her hat onto the floor and slithered off, knocking over a box of decorations on the way.

>"Wormy…" I instructed the kids to finish up without me. You could be sure they'd all start a rumor mill from the incident but it couldn't be helped.

>I knew her hiding place. The Stairwell in the back of the building. She'd coil herself around the railings and drape herself from them. It was dangerous but I never berated her for it.

>"We still have decorations to hang, Wormy. You promised you'd help me."

>She mumbled something but from the second floor of the stairwell the explicit term she used was lost in the echo.

>I trudged up the stairs and she collected herself into a pile above me on the steps. The second floor was locked so she wasn't going to leave the stairwell unless she went past me.

>"Can you tell me whats wrong Wormy?"

>She shouted at me angrily "Go away!"

>When I rounded midpoint of the stairs I got a look at her. She was holding her head in her hands. She was either very angry or very sad.

>I sat beside her

>"Wormy, talk to me."

>She gave me a piercing stare "Give me the truth!. Tell me why you won't adopt me!"

> I could give her the truth but she wouldn't like it. It was a truth of life. She would need it if she wanted to grow up.

>>329862

>>329863

Oh, never mind, there it is. Turns out I'm the nigger here. Merry Christmas, orphanage anon, thanks for the feels.

>Christmas time usually isn't my favorite time of year, but it's not bad

>Each year I usually just get a bunch of gift cards for the family, bring along bottle of whiskey, and have shots with my brother while everyone else frets in the kitchen

>And each year we're asked the same question from our parents or sister

>"So when are either of you going to surprise the family with girlfriend?"

>My brother and I always chuckle it off, but it does bug me

>This year's different though, obviously, since I'm sharing it here

>It started with an email, regarding a message on a dating site

>I was confused at first, but when I saw the source was MonsterMatch it clicked

>So rewinding a month back, I was having some drinks watching the Miss Universe contest, and was just awestruck at how gorgeous all the monster contestants were

>Once the winner was crowned (A holst from a small town in Georgia, real southern belle type), naturally the first commercial during the break was for this dating site

>Pretty obvious hamfisted Danuki style thing, but in my buzzed haze it worked

>So I made a quick account on my phone, couldn't figure out how to message anyone, and passed out in my chair, promptly forgetting about it

>Flash forward to a week ago and the email notification, and I check the site out again, sober this time

>It takes a moment to find the mail box, but soon I find the message

<Hi!! I'm Margie! What do you do for fun around here? I just moved here from Boston, could you show me around? We could get some coffee! Hope to hear back from you!

>Even without the coffee comment I could just feel the hyperactivity oozing out of the short message, but Dad always said energetic girls are the best, so I gave her profile a look

>One thing is for sure, this girl liked to smile, every picture her wide grin was the first thing anyone would notice

>But that grin contrasted nicely with her caramel skin, her blue eyes shining bright and framed by blonde hair, along with what appeared to be furry grey rounded ears

>However, that's all her pictures were, we're selfies

>Granted, she wasn't taking them at any odd angles to hide something, but it was something I happened to notice

>She also didn't list her species, which was kinda odd

>But, I threw caution to the wind, and sent her a reply, agreeing to show her some of the sights around the Twin Cities.

More?

>>330341

>I just moved here from Boston

Girls with accents are the best. It's no qt slavic accent but New England has a charm to it.

>>330341

>whiskey and not boilo

for shame anon, but I jest. Wrong region for it anyways. I'm interested in the story.

>>330341

>I was a little surprised at how quick she replied, although it only confirmed my hyper theory

>But from there we were in a rapid back and forth, like we were old friends who haven't talked in years

>Turns out she moved west for work, doing print and web ads for a firm in Minneapolis

>You know that ad where the guy surprises his new hellhound girlfriend with waffles and that fancy coffee the next morning?

>Yeah, that was her idea. The girl loves her coffee, that's for damn sure

>Turns out she also loves beer, so we decided to go take the Summit brewery tour for our first date

>I also found out she's somehow never gone skiing, so after the brewery we we're going to hit up a little out of the way lodge called Trollhaugen

>But alas, these plans had to go on the backburner

>So yesterday, the morning of our first date, I decided to run to the store for a better smelling shower gel, only to hear my car's starter click on me

>Not even a weak whirr, just a click

>Apparently my dumb ass left the dome light on the night before

>Now I thought this would be an easy fix, I got a heavy duty charger in my garage, and hooked that bad boy up to the battery

>Even after that had plenty of time to charge, my starter clicked

>Can't do much when your battery is completely shot

>So, feeling like a piece of shit over this misfortune, I called Margie, explained the situation, planning to reschedule

>She, however, wouldn't let a simple battery failure ruin our day, and suggested a change of plans

<Pick out a Christmas movie ya like, I'll bring my favorite and a twelve pack! We'll just have an indoor date!

>Naturally I grabbed Die Hard off my shelf, started perking a pot of coffee on the stove in case she was thirsty, and killed time watching that Charlie Brown special on TV

>I swear that thing is on loop depending on the channel

>Eventually I heared tires on the packed snow in my driveway, followed by a brief arrival-announcing car horn beep

>Shortly after, Margie was on my front porch, a twelve pack under one arm and a grocery bag under the other

>I quickly let her in, and she set everything down by the door, taking off her scarf and winter coat, showing off a red knitted christmas vest that strained to contain her impressive bust, as well as a some hip-hugger jeans concealing an equally impressive behind

>Now that I got a better look at her, I could make out her more monsterous features

>Beyond her fuzzy round gray ears, the gray fur was also on her arms, with white tufts seperating the fur from bare skin

>A long gray tail snaked around behind her, showing off just how hyper she was as it whipped from side to side

>Before I knew it though, she had me wrapped up in a full body hug, even her legs were locked around my waist

>She grinned wide as I tried to find where to place my hands to support the sudden weight, and nuzzled her nose against mine

<Ya don't have to be shy babe, you know where ya wanna put 'em!

>Not a second was wasted before my hands were on her ass, holding her up

>And god damn, lemme tell you, it's nice and plush

>She let out a pleased sigh, and wiggled herself firmer into my grip, before nuzzling my nose again

>With this sudden affection happening rather quickly, as well as how quick my pants were tightening, I was somehow still enough there to ask the one question that was still gnawing at me

So uh, I don't know too much about monsters, but uh, what kind are you?

>I could feel my face starting to turn red from how dumb she must have thought it sounded

>But instead, she also turned red, and started to laugh

<Jeez, I did forget to put that in my profile, huh? Well, I'm a Kakuen, babe~

>>330358

So that means you're…

<A monkey-type~

>She then giggled and gave the tip of my nose a small lick, before wiggling out of our hug and back on her feet

<So where's yer fridge at? We don't want the beer gettin' warm!

>She picked the twelve pack back up, along with the grocery bag

<I also figured I'd make dinna, if ya want?

A movie night with a home-cooked meal? You're spoiling me!

>She laughed again, and gave me a wink

<Ain't nothin wrong with bein a lil spoiled now and then, babe~

>I brought her over to my kitchen, where she was ecstatic to see that fresh pot of coffee I left slow perking on the stove

>While she was busy loading up my fridge (looked like dinner would be chicken and some kind of stew), I poured us a pair of cups

>Once the fridge was stocked, we made our way over to the living room, and she started cackling when she saw my copy of Die Hard on the side table by the couch

<Oh man, that's yer favorite Christmas movie?

>I set out coffees by the dvd and turned towards her

Why, what's wrong with Die Hard?

<She continued to laugh, tearing up a bit as she waved a hand at me

<Nothin! It's just, I also brought Die Hard, it's back in my coat pocket!

No shit, huh? I think you're a keeper.

<Oh am I now?~

>She stepped close and nuzzled against me again, and we ended up flopping onto the couch

>To give her a little credit, she did get back up to toss the movie on

>But it was forgotten about ten minutes later after she started grinding her ass on my lap, her tail worming and wrapping around my waist

>That Christmas sweater vest she had on was across the room after that, her hands guiding mine to her bust

>She was easily a triple D, her nipples rock hard between my fingers

>We actually stayed like that for a while, until she was soaked through her jeans

>Once the movie looped the main menu for the twentieth time, her jeans joined her sweater, and she flipped around to straddle me

>>330390

Oof, I shouldn't write when I'm half asleep

>She then began to grind and squirm, until her hips pressed as tight as she could get them against mine

>Meanwhile, her tail was lazily waving back and forth, the slowest I'd seen up to that point

>I couldn't help but point it out

Don't tell me you're already tiring out, Margie.

>Her tail then twisted and coiled around my leg

<Not at all, but don't ya like it nice and sloooooow?~

>As she said this, I felt pressure on my leg, starting from her tail tip, moving up and around where it wrapped on, and back down

>That tail is quite deft and a lot stronger than she let's on

Oh you betcha, don't get me wrong, but with your energy I pegged you as a hard and fast type.

<Well ya haven't exactly pegged me yet

>She chuckled, and leaned down to nuzzle her face against mine

<But I'm a bitta both, gimme a couple more cups and we'll-

>She then sat up, wide eyed

<Oh pissa! The coffee!

>She reached over my head to grab one of the mugs off the side table, and took a small sip

<Fuck, it's cold… do ya still want yours?

Nah, you can have it. Why don't we finish the rest of the pot? I kinda want to see you on a caffeine rush

>She grinned at this, and quickly chugged her cup, followed by mine

>We then got off the couch, Margie running off to the kitchen while I took off my fluid-soaked shirt and jeans

>I then followed her into the kitchen, and was stopped dead in my tracks

<Hey, where do ya keep the creama in yer fridge?

It's uh…uh.. second shelf… behind… behind…

<Found it! Now whaddabout behinds?~

>Margie was bent over while looking through my fridge, her ass bouncing lightly, with her red thong framing her cheeks nicely

>That wasn't what caught me off guard

>What did, was she wrote my name in sharpie(albeit a lil smeared but still legible) on her left cheek

>On the right cheek, she wrote "Claim me Here <3" with an arrow pointing to her sopping wet slit

>Above that was a smaller message, that read "And here too!~" with an arrow pointing at her ass

>She then looked over shoulder, winked, and stuck out her tongue

<What? Do ya want me to grab ya a beer, too?

I thought about writing A Christmas Carol style greentext but I wasn't sure what the exact story would be. What would the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future be? Why would they be visiting? I could just do a rehash of the scrooge arc but that felt too unoriginal. Also that'd be a real sad story about an old guy regretting not getting with his monster waifu because he was too jewish in his youth.

>>329307

>I can't sleep, no matter how much I want to

>my GOD do I wanna just fall asleep in these things again

>But she doesn't know what she's doing, might have been whatever was in the coco

>Or maybe that's just what I'm telling myself

>It's not like I didn't already have an idea that she liked me, she'd acted kinda funny in the past

>I could only look for an out for so long I suppose. Who wants to break a girl's heart? Especially someone like her?

<"Oh the rosemary is on the left side of the spice rack…….."

>……….. What the heck is she dreaming about?

<"Don't get ahead of yourself, Anon, the best has yet to come"

>Is she going there?

>Her grip suddenly tightens and I'm shoved further into her chest

<"Aha! So eager! Oh I've waited for this"

>She totally is!

>Start to freak out a bit

>"Helena"

<"MMMnnn. Say my name again"

>Fuck

>Left arm is under her, warm but asleep

>Right arm is free

>Tap her side

>"Helena"

<"Ahnn"

>Fuck

>Think of other options, both of which are terrible

<"Oh, isn't she beautiful? She's got your eyes!"

>Shit, her mind works fast

>Feel a little torn. On the one hand I don't want her to make a fool of herself, on the other hand it would be really damn funny later

>Decide on waking her up before she goes any further. Don't think I need to hear about us growing old and grey

>Tapping her side still doesn't do shit

>I'm left with no choice

<"OW!"

>Well that seems to have worked, I feel her shif and one of her hands leaves me head to feel where I pinched her

<"Hm….?"

>"Merry Christmas, Helena"

>Muffled as my voice is, I'm quite sure she heard me

>In an instant I'm thrown off of the couch and she's screaming as she runs down the hall, and I hear her bathroom door slam shut

>How nothing was broken when I hit the wall and then the floor is nothing short of a miracle. Fitting it's Christmas

>Of course now I have to coax my moofriend out of her hidey hole, so I suppose I'm in for a long night

>>331229

>a long night

a long night of requiting her affection of course i hope

>>331229

>a long night

>spongebobonemonthlatercard.jpg