/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>380471

We must protect the purity of the heckpups. It is our duty not to bully and reward them with the Colonels finest.

>>380498

>>380505

Very nice filenames my fellow 8channer.

>>380498

>>380505

>hetero sex is gay

>only on chans

Lol, weren't you the guy that was LITERALLY arguing that hetero sex was gay, over in the Alp thread?

But seriously, getting Amazoned by a Bestwan is the greatest thing to come out of MGE.

>>380516

Reverse mating press makes my dick diamond.

>>380517

I got a Hellhound story coming that you're gonna love then. It'll be a couple of days. Its long as shit and I want to get it finished before I post or I'll forget about it.

>>380508

If memory serves, we had identical filenames here.

If it goes into my main folder, it just gets a +1 to whatever file I saved last

>>380519

Back then the files were 14XXX. 154XXX is a very recent cuckchan filename.

>>380519

I was just fucking around with Anon. I just read the Alp thread and his 'Hetero sex is gay' comment reminded me of that.

>>380471

>a problem came up recently

>in elementary schools all the manamoos were called for a assembly

>during the assembly all human men and women were forced to sit outside and "study"

>really they just handed us a uno deck

>when the manamoos came back I noticed that there all staring at the guys

>like…you how old people don't even hide the fact they're staring at you

>well thats how it felt like

>anyways I noticed these 5 minotaurs surround this one guy before dragging him away

>saw this manticore 'accidentally' prick a guys ass

>and a couple icicles were thrown towards this one guy

>but the one thing that felt really off was the fact my hellwan friend was just staring at me

>sorta like how a dog views steak, like there ready to pounce any second

>and then she suddenly rose up and came towards me

<"hey anon,can you follow me real quick I need your help"

>seeing how everybody's acting weird I decided to deny her

>"sorry but I'm studying for a test"

<"anon your just playing uno"

>fuck shes right

>"that's where your wrong its uhhh…jeopardy uno, you have to say a interesting fact an-"

>suddenly this really chubby kid spoke up

>"hey that doesn't exist at all!"

<"really now?"

>a small smile would form across her face as she placed her hand on my shoulder

<"well then anon let's go"

>there was no way out of this

>well at least I could figure out why the manamoos are acting up

>"alright fine"

>As my hellhound friend began to guide to a private area suddenly the fire alarm went off

>almost instantly I took my chance and began run towards the exit

>while the teachers were figuring our who made it outside, I quickly ran out of the area and went home

>stayed home and played Tony hawk on my ps1 for the rest of day

>>380572

I’ve been seeing you fuck this up in every thread and it’s pissing me off. It’s "mamono" not "manamoo." "Mamono" is also both the singular and plural form of the word.

How would some random kid say whether or not a card game exists when you can just make up your own rules for a card game?

><"anon your just playing uno"

>>fuck shes right

I giggled.

>>380572

>>anyways I noticed these 5 minotaurs surround this one guy before dragging him away

God I wish that was me.

>>380573

Sorry I'll be sure to fix my mistake

I got an idea for story based on a side quest from the game Dragon's crown. There's this guy that wants to prove that hellhounds aren't just vicious beasts and his dream is to hold a hellpup in his hands, He goes looking for hellhounds but he was never heard from again. Can /monster/ write about what happened?

>>380444

recognizing those trips and the truth they harbor

>>380572

>in elementary school

RIP all the shotas, I thought they’d wait until middle school for the harvest at least

>>380605

Their hunger was to great, they must now reap the crop as soon as it rises.

>>380613

Also nice sage test in the meta thread. You know we have a /test/ board right?

>>380618

I made this to bump the thread almost a year ago, look at how far we've come since then

>>380650

You've done a good service

>>380620

>>380619

>samefagging this hard

>after the last event I told my father about what happened

>he quickly laughed before grabbed my hand and wrote on it with his pen

>"read this out loud to the wan alright son"

>"what is it dad?"

>"just a old technique yet effective technique son"

>after that I showed up to school the after

>turns out that one guy with the five minotaurs had something called a broken pelvis

>anyways I asked to talk to my hellwan friend in private

<"huh, I didn't expect you to go along with this anon"

>as I lead her out of the classroom I began to read what was on my hand

>"I'm sorry, but I must deny your ad-advances for I hate all kinds of mamono…"

>i began to squint on what was on my band while she gave me a confused look

>"…and also I'm transginger so I don't have a dick"

>she just looked at me in complete disbelief before she began to walk away

>looks like everything worked out right

>suddenly she came back with the manticore gym teacher

<"anon did you just tell Susan that your a transgender?"

>"Susan, who's Susan?"

>the manticore just facepalmed before she grabbed my hand and began to lead me to a closet

>"what are you doing?"

<"just some physical education anon"

>she then tossed me into the closet before she went to grab the hellwan

>begin to panic, knowing that it's dangerous to be alone with a mamono despite the fact I dont know why

>hear the manticore coming back

>quickly hide inside of a nearby cardboard box

>hear the door open

<"where the hell did he go!"

>hear the manticore enter the closet, along with another set of footsteps

>suddenly begin to hear the hellhound speak

<"anon where are you?"

>decided to remain silent

>looks like it was the right call because they both left

>after a couple minutes I slowly left the box before I tried to open the door

>its locked

>begin to pound on the door calling for help

>luckily the janitor came around and opened the door

>turns out it was a pull not a push door

>>380674

>doublepost

>samefagging

I think you need some more intelligence there buddy.

After a couple years highschool came around, just like before my schedule was wake up, go to school, avoid rape ,and sleep. But there was one slight thing that was changed, and that was getting beaten and robbed by Dutch. Now Dutch was no normal man, for he completely towered over everyone, not only was he tall but he weighed a ton. This meant whenever he put his weight into a punch, you ended up e knocked out or on your ass. Anyways whenever I ran into him I always ended up bruised all over, and I had to always cover up those bruises. The reason why I had to cover up those bruises was due to the fact o didn't wanna worry anyone, especially Sarah and my father. Anyways one day I was heading home after one of my beatings, and Sarah was standing right there waiting for me. "Hey anon what took you so long." As usual I ended up lying to her "I was helping out a teacher" suddenly she tackled me before she began to speak "I want the truth anon…" she began to lean in closer "…or else I'll finally take your virginity" my only response to this was to remain silent. That didn't really work due to the fact when she lifted up my shirt, all my bruises were now in full display. "A-Anon, who did this to you" I remained silent "Anon please tell me who did this to you, please anon" she began to tear up, this was exactly what I didn't want to happen "Butch Hatcher did this" Almost instantly she got off me and began to run out of site. The next day butch I found out that butch was in the hospital due to broken arms and fractured ribs

>new writing style guys, please tell me what you didn't like

>>380964

Seperating the dialogue from the main text would help, as well as breaking up large chunks of text into paragraphs so you don’t get walls of text

>>380968

Alright

>>381371

Unless hellhound kids/pups are smaller than humans, it would make sense for 1/pregnancy to be normal

Why post the censored versions though

>>381375

Because the artist didn't post uncensored versions.

>>381371

I would imagine 2 or 3 would be the norm, and probably a smoky hint to it (think almond milk).

>>381437

1/488 if you are going to keep baiting with the same joke at least get creative nigger.

>>381466

Very good. I would have enjoyed a more gradual change to her behaviour over time, but that would likely call for a longer greentext.

Also learn your "yours." The one with the apostrophe is short for "you are."

Did that sketch ever turn into anything or is it just that?

>>381468

I felt like my last attempt at a greentext became too long-winded, so I wanted to try being more concise.

If I used them incorrectly it must've been because I sometimes often rewrite parts of sentences and fail to check if the entire sentence still makes sense

I'm just as curious to know as you are. That sketch is all I've got.

>>380964

>the worst thing about this society is the fact your not even safe in locker rooms anymore

>the reason I'm saying this is because of the fact somebody alped in the boys locker room

>they also happened to leap at me, but I simply punched them in the face

>and apparently its "against the law" to punch a alp

>so now I'm under house arrest

>expect I'm forced to stay at Sarah's place for about two weeks

>its definitely just a plot by the danukis at the government to push forward rape

>so when I showed up I definitely was on gaurd

<"so anon wanna head to my room"

>"sorry I'm not interested in sex"

<"what?"

>"you offered me to your room for sex"

<"anon I was inviting you to my room, to play video games and hang out"

>I didn't believe her for one second

>"alright lets head to your room"

>so we went up to her room to play video games and hang out

>for some reason she told me to never ever look in her closet while I was here

>because she told me not to look, I decided to look the next time she left the room

>"did you know that a person's sex drive can be enhanced if they drink water before sex"

<"is that so, ill be right back anon"

>she quickly got up and left to get some water, so I went to check out the closet

>upon opening it I found a shrine dedicated to me,

>I also found some of my underwear that I thought I lost

<"hey anon….didn't I tell you to never open my closet"

>I should've listened to her

>>375079

anon plz, is story kill?

>>386343

He posts here now.

http://touchfluffytail.org/?author=4273

>>388833

I heed Your Call, Friendo, and I give you the OC this thread needs to live. I was holding back because I am not finished with it, but maybe if it is good and you guys like it, that will encourage me to finish. Behold, I give you:

The Mad Dog of the Apocalypse

A hellhound stalked John Milcorren. He knew running would accomplish nothing. He would never make it to town, no matter how fast his horse could carry him.

…

Less Than An Hour Earlier

…

From his soft leather chair, John first noticed the destruction as a shadow from the corner of his eye, a soft and sudden dimming of daylight. Darkness had begun to eclipse the skyline visible from his cabin window. A smudge of black haze in the distance marred the beautiful spring mid-morning, stretching from fine points on the ground, houses probably, to a single broad swath in the sky. The town, a few distant miles away, burned.

With luck, it would be only a spreading fire. Perhaps the result of some crone’s careless housekeeping or cooking had started it, or perhaps an errant coal kicked too far from the hearth or a lamp knocked into dry bedding. In that case, people, buildings, and possessions could be saved with enough swiftly delivered of manpower and technique. A simple fire held neither intelligence nor animosity. The alternative, much as he despaired to consider it, meant a far greater and more meaningful loss, and could only be quelled by the ultimately futile response of the Lord’s Hussars from another few miles to the north. Were that the case, as quick as they were, they would arrive to find the town’s militia slaughtered almost to a man. The Eastern Barbarian Tribesmen were not keen on taking prisoners… Only plunder.

As John pulled his crutch to his side with one hand, he positioned his wooden leg in front of him, ready to squarely carry the burden of his weight. The real one, the one it was meant to replace, had been taken from him last year which hastened his departure from military life. He set his crutch firmly onto the floor like an old wizard pounding his staff. Pushing against the armrest with his right hand, and pulling on his crutch with the other, he stood. He could still do that, at least. He was not an old man by any stretch of the imagination, but the war with the Tribesmen, and against the Varigath Warband before that, and a dozen other skirmishes along the borderland of the Empire had all robbed him of any sense youthfulness among other things. Constant warfare from the dawn of his youth had chewed him up and spit him out. He had been like lamb entering a meat grinder. He had come out as pulverized mutton with a wooden leg, some medals, and a small pension.

Collecting his well-worn arming-sword and shield from the mantle above his hearth, John strapped the kit to his back and made his way out his cabin door, securing it behind him. He saddled up to his sturdy but small draught-horse Tess, taking care to position himself in the stirrups without dislodging or otherwise misaligning his wooden leg. His first stop would be to his small homestead’s well where he kept an old wooden bucket. It might be useful in the hopeful event that he needed to join the townsfolk in quashing a simple fire. His sword and shield would only be cold comforts in the event of Barbarians or other Tribesmen. With a crutch under one arm, he couldn’t possibly wield both at once. Worse yet, years of continuous training had gone fallow over the past year in favor of chopping wood and hauling grain. His armaments would reassure him, but were capable of little else in his weathered hands.

>>396575

Still, in that event, his best chance of survival would be joining the townsfolk in their pitiful resistance. His home could be clearly seen from the town, just as he could clearly see the town burn in the distance. Staying at his homestead while the town withstood attack would leave him vulnerable and alone, a surest death as if he had fallen on his own sword. But that was not his reason in going. He did not fear death. No… Many days he welcomed it. He took perverse pleasure in reliving fantasies day after day of dying in battle, heroically on his feet. It was sweet fantasy a world apart from his present hell of dying one piece at a time. He would to defend the town because it was expected of him as a Soldier, not because of any safety it brought, and always in the hopes that his fantasies could be made reality.

Scarcely a minute into his journey along the road to town and he slowed his steed’s gallop to a trot, then halted her altogether. A veteran’s intuition from a short lifetime of constant battle had begun to nag at him. It came on softly at first, then stronger and stronger, until he had finally stopped to assess the situation. Realization had hit him like a battering ram. Were it a fire alone, there would be even-toned shouting and little else. Were it wild tribes of men or foreign invaders, there would screams of rage and panicked wailing. What John heard on the wind, he would never forget: shouts, pleading, growls, moans, and sick, twisted laughter. Momano had taken the town.

Worse than any other foe, he feared the momano. Though he cared little for his life any longer, he would prefer to keep his soul, which would surely be forfeit if he fell at their hands. And what he had seen, what they had done to his friend, how those memories hounded him constantly, all weighed heavy on his mind. Just the thought of seeing momano again started his his hands to shaking, swaying Tess’s reigns like they were caught in the midst of a soft breeze.

Just about the only enemy he had tangled with that hadn’t robbed a piece of him had been the momano… Although they had tried harder than any of the others. The difference had been that they had the unnerving tendency to capture their enemies alive, often as willing as not, through either brute force, corruption of the mind, or both. There had been a time when John had a hardy constitution, far more than most men, both mentally and physically.

>>396576

Six Years Ago

…

John felt the barb pierce his side. It didn’t hurt, and he didn’t expect it to. It had been described as a firm pressure at the site of the wound that drove a man mad with lust. He knew now the truth in those words. It had been errantly flung along with a dozen others by single large manticore warrior, no doubt hoping to claim a few more of his fleeing men. He could perhaps resist the barb’s effects long enough to reach his retreating unit’s rally-point. Had he been a normal man, or had he been the sole focus of the barb’s owner, he would not have held out any hope of making it home that day.

But his dearest friend Michael, and immediate subordinate, would not be so lucky. Not only had he taken a barb too, but the manticore warrior had found its target in him. Like a shark picking out a single fish from a school, she pursued him with the intensity of a starving predator. His friend would make the ultimate sacrifice for God and Empire.

It’s attention solely on Michael, the tall manticore tackled the man to the ground and began tearing into his armor with its claws and tail, driving no less than half a dozen spines in the man’s chest in the process. He tried to pull his friend free but he could not be budged under the beast’s grip. There was no hope for the man. The manticore’s tail was already in place, ravishing his friend to the sound of his own screams. He would be taken back to the beast’s lair, food for the growing life that Michael himself was unwillingly siring inside the hellion’s womb at this very moment.

John’s sword heavy in his hand, he considered dispatching his friend for the preservation of his soul and honor, and to deny the beast her offspring. It was his duty, his requirement after all. He sheathed the weapon instead, knowing well enough the task’s impossibility. The manticore warrior would never permit it, for one. Not only had she effectively obstructed Michael from any angle of effective dispatch, but she would almost certainly block such an attack. For another, it would only get them both killed, whether or not he was successful. The beast would see him as a threat to her prey and react immediately. It was also no secret that men taken by momano ended their lives in blinding ecstasy, as was obviously the case with his dear friend. Better to die that way, John reasoned, than by the cold steel of a friend’s sword. Of course, the most important reason John refused to act was simple selfishness. He could not bring himself to raise a hand against his friend, no matter the consequences.

Instead, he ran to the rally-point, unnoticed, he hoped, by the ravaging monstrosities strewn about the battlefield. He was not alone among the survivors. His whole unit had either routed with him or been set-upon like his dear friend, soon to be captured and devoured. This had been their best possible outcome in the face of stumbling into a surprise mamono attack. They were unprepared for such a fight, and the mamono had been all but unstoppable since their new commander had been appointed.

>>396578

MORE!!!!

>>396578

Good read, keep going

>>396578

I like this and wanna see where it goes.Please keep writing, OP.