/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>344097

They are redrawing the borders in their territories, so they really don't care who claims who.

>>344041

I like it so far, nothing particularly bad other than a couple of typos.

Normally, I'd not post anything while someone else has a story going on, but at the rate I'm going, if I don't post now, I'll never post the damn thing. I've gotten sections written up, and I'm not going to have the time to finish it before the 19th, so I'll drop it here to get criticism and pointers, and hopefully stop the cycle of writing, deleting, rewriting, editing, and deleting that I've gotten myself into.

I'll also be putting it into a pastebin to work on when I've got some free time out east.

October 13th

2016

The first part of this grand project had been nearly three years in the making.

Magicians, message carriers, and priestesses all had a hand in making sure that what happened

today would go off without issue. In a dark room in a sandy town stood a small crowd of

women, beautiful parodies of beast, myth, and legend, all anticipating a success in today's experiment.

Words shared between elected ruler, and a royal aid sent to help oversee the events however.. expressed more than anticipation, they expressed worry, and worry oft breeds worry.

"Catherine, are you sure this is a good idea? We can always send someone else."

"Nonsense. If it's not safe for me, it's not safe for my people, and if it's not safe

for my people….”

the sobering thought silenced any opposition as a chill ran through the room. Nobody

wanted to dwell on the alternative to that thought, not when everything was at stake.

The aid shook her head before retrieving a pouch from the bronze lock-box on a nearby

table

"As you wish.. Remember how we can stay in contact, just find an undisturbed pool of

water, and place these two pebbles into the bottom of it"

"And where can I find that?" Catherine asked, "Water is hard enough to come by here, how

will I know if I can find enough?"

"Where you're being sent there's water year-round, it's not a worry."

Catherine nodded, closing her eyes, trying to quiet the fears that slowly started to

creep back up again "Is there anything else I need?"

"Yes." the Aid replied, handing over a simple gold necklace. "This will keep you

disguised as one of their women, as long as you wear it. Only take it off if you are

absolutely certain you are alone."

Catherine bowed her head again, letting the Sphinx place the necklace around her neck.

as she raised her head, her tail and jackal like ears vanished, while illusory rounded human ears appeared on the side of her head. The ruby tone of her eyes shifted to a grey-blue, and smooth fair skin spread down from her elbows and knees, replacing the short dark fur of her hands and feet.

"I feel so.. naked. Even with all my clothes it feels… wrong."

"You'll get used to it. you've got six months to."

"I hope not, it's so.. off. Are you sure this spell will last for six months?"

"With all due respect, Ma'am.. but we wove this spell ourselves, it'll hold." stammered

out a pair of Kitsune from the edge of the room, still unsettled at the thought of what

would happen if this expedition didn't work. "Now, if you'll please step into the

circle, we can get this 'show on the road', as our mother used to say."

Catherine nodded, smoothing out the front of her plain blue dress as she stepped into

the circle of gold dust and salt.

The taller of the two Kitsune nodded, closed her eyes, and began chanting under her

breath. The shorter Kitsune started to walk clockwise around the circle, eyes shut and

giving a slower chant than her sister.

AS the ritual progressed, Catherine started to feel the worries that she had been

suppressing start to bubble to the surface. What if this didn't work? What if it did,

but she could never come back? What if it worked, but she was sent over into the middle

of the wilderness, or worse yet, an ocean? What if the people on the 'other side'

didn't speak the same language? What if she made it, but everything she had on didn't? What if…what if… Almost as soon as the

thoughts began to get overwhelming she fell down, down into a void so brightly dark it

hurt the eyes, with a rushing silence so deafening she worried she might never hear

again, and as suddenly as it started, it was over, and she was standing on the side of

a road outside of a small town as rain, the first rain she had seen in months, started to fall.

>>344181

fuck the formatting fucked up. goddamn it openoffice you fucking piece of shit

_

Back in the room, a cloud of excitement settled, everyone was on edge, tensed up like so very many piano wires, until a conversation broke the mood, and brought mild panic.

"So that's that."

"Yep."

"I didn't think it would work."

"Neither did I."

"So… How do we get her back?"

"…you ask too many questions dear sister."

"But we'll be able to get her back, right?"

"Hopefully."

______

It was a cold and cloudy October day, grey clouds filled the sky, but inside the bar was a clear mood of celebration. At the bar, several people celebrated someone's birthday, at a table by the door, several elderly men were playing cards, and close by sat a newly wed couple, oblivious to the world around them, eyes only focusing on each-other. Near the rear of the building, however, the mood was dampened. At a round

table sat a lone man, staring at a photograph and nursing his drink. Normally a good drink cheered him up, but not today, not yesterday, and likely not tomorrow. Today all his thoughts were on what went wrong. How could she have done that? All those plans they had made together, did they mean

nothing? When she said she loved him, was that just another lie? How many other lies had she told him? He shook his head, trying to banish the thoughts, but much like flies to decay, they came swarming back louder than ever. With a sigh, and a sip of his drink, he settled into the chair, trying not to remember what he walked in on. What betrayal he witnessed. Dark thoughts clouded his mind like storm clouds, and anger rumbled in his head like thunder as he sat in the chair and reflected on the last three days. Three days that had caused a heartbreak so bad he could feel it in his bones. Slowly but surely the bar emptied out, leaving only him, his thoughts, his half empty drink, and the bartender there.

“Jacob. It's getting late. I'm about to lock the place up.”

Jacob looked up from his drink, the photograph of the woman who betrayed him still on the table, still staring out at him with horrid green eyes and a fake smile.

“Huh? What?”

“I said I'm locking up for the night. You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine… Just had a bit of a rough week.”

“From the way that you were drinking the other night, I'd say it's been more than rough. Something eating at you?”

“Andrew, I'm fine. Let's leave it at that.”

“Alright, alright, just asking. I'm worried about you. Haven't seen you this down since your Grandfather passed.”

“Andrew.”

“You're fine, understood.”

“Yeah.. I'm fine. Anyways, I'll be headed out soon. No use in sticking around if you're locking up.”

Andrew nodded, “Well, I'll be seeing you then, you have a good one, eh?”

Jacob grabbed his drink, still half finished and set it on the bar counter, “Yep, you too.” he replied as he wrapped his coat around himself, and stepped out of the building, and into cold night as rain started to fall.

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>>344182

This is all I have for now, barring the unfinished segment in pastebin. I'm going to get writing more in a little bit.

Please for the love of god let me know if you see anything wrong except for the formatting of the first post, I saw. It's shit. Fuck openoffice.

also here's the pastebin if anyone cares. I'm going to get a drink… posting anything wrecks the nerves.

https://pastebin.com/scAiCauW

>>344182

There were lights on in a larger building just down the road, with several… things

out front. Like coaches but without horses, perhaps it was just the rain, but they also

had a shine to some of them… They were like oversized scarabs, now that she thought

about it. The thought sent Catherine shuddering as she started towards the building, hurrying

as the rain started to pick up, all the way there she was cursing the fact that she forgot her shoes, or even a pair of sandals. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the man leaving the building until she almost walked into him. “Hey, watch where you're going.”

“Sorry!”

Well, that's one less worry, at least they speak the same language here.

The man stopped, “You just get here? Everyone in town knows this place closes up at Nine thirty.”

"I uh.. Yeah. Just got here." She nodded, hoping that whatever lies she could spin would convince this… Is this a man? By all that's holy she had never seen one before. He was taller than her, more muscular.. a bit on the chubby side though. Barring the extra weight (or at least, she assumed it was extra), he was like most of the stories she had heard.

"Odd time for a bus, but then again, I've seen stranger. I guess you're here for work then? Must be, seeing as that's the only thing this place has left." the man stated, gesturing for her to follow him under the outcropping of the Bar's roof. Catherine followed, glad to be out of the rain. The two stood together in an uneasy silence until she asked "Do you know if there's anywhere for someone to stay? I'm a bit far from home and it's getting kind of cold."

"You really aren't from here, eh?" the man laughed "If this is cold for you, you're going to hate it in a week. Anyways, to answer your question, you could try the hotel, but the beds are shit and probably crawling with bugs, the room service makes the place dirtier, and the television is stuck on infomercials." "I uh.. I see. Is there anywhere else?" "Not really.. Though I may have something. Kicked the renters out last week. There was a… let's say several unacceptable behaviors that led to the termination of the contract." He stated, struggling over the last few words. "Oh?" "Yeah, anyways just head out of town along main street and turn left at the first intersection. It's the little house with a greenhouse out front. I'd give you a ride but the damn thing is in the shop for another day." She stood there for a few moments, thinking things over and mentally chewing her words, only for the man to start off along the road. "Wait!" she cried out, almost without thinking. "Can I.. Can I walk with you? I don't know my way around yet." The man stopped and let out a sigh "It's probably the alcohol talking, and I'm probably going to regret this, but sure. You got shoes? If not, you're not going to enjoy the walk. It's wet and the roads in this place turn to gravel once you get off main street." "I'll be fine. I'll just follow you." she replied, excited at the thought of being out of the cold and the rain, and, much like a schoolgirl on her first date, more than a little excited at the fact that she was the first among her friends to have seen a Man. Everything in her screamed at her to do something, anything, something rough, something passionate, yet something stopped her, and so walked behind him, ignoring the pain from the gravel and discomfort from the rain, admiring his stride (so much ground covered at once, like a titan of myth!), the way he wore his coat (Like how a Monarch would wear a robe!), how he turned his head occasionally to check and make sure she was still following him (He cares. Oh by all the stars above he cares!). So lost in thought was she, that she didn't even notice the house, single floored, standing squat and sturdy upon a hill, until the man's voice broke the silence.

>>344215

"We're here. First night is free, tomorrow, if you want to stay, we can work out the rent contract." He reached into his pocket and withdrew a key chain, as he worked at the lock with the various keys, he spoke again; "the Rented room is in the basement. Down the stairs and to the left. Bathroom at the end of the hall down there as well, use it if you need to. The taps on the shower are labeled" He continued speaking, even as he opened the door and stepped inside, Catherine following behind "and if you have any questions feel free to ask.. tomorrow. Stairs down are behind the door to your right." He opened the door and flicked on a light switch "Again, if you want to stay longer, we can work out the contract tomorrow. If not, I can direct you to a couple places to stay while you look for a job." at that, he took his shoes and coat off, and wandered off, into one of the upstairs rooms of the house, leaving Catherine alone in the hallway, door to the basement open wide, like the maw of some great beast, illuminated from within by the promise of a warm bed and dry ground.

Down the stairs she went, marveling at the construction. Wood stairs, but of a kind of wood she had never seen before, walls, sturdy, pale and smooth, like the entire structure was made of some giant stone. The room she was allowed was just as interesting to her. On one end of it was a bed, with blankets so thick that she might have confused them for the walls of those great tents that the Caravan Merchants would set up before a sandstorm, the other end of the room was even more interesting. What appeared to be a Large dark box.. or perhaps it was a mirror on an odd stand atop a chest of drawers. It was odd though, she could not see any candles or lanterns. Perhaps this was why it was for rent? It would make sense, she thought, it was how things were back home. Those that didn't own their own house often had to make do with little to no lights at night, unless they bought it themselves. All memories of home were once again banished when she sat down on the edge of the bed and felt the mattress sink down ever so gently. It was so soft, so comforting, that she threw herself back onto the bed, forgetting for a moment that her tail was only invisible, not gone. The pain of her tail bending so suddenly and sharply reminded her of this fact, and with a sharp inhalation of breath she lurched forward, taking the pressure off her now sensitive tail and gently laid down on her side instead, rolling over on top of the blankets, leaving them a little wet from the rain that still clung tightly to her clothes and hair. With an exhalation of breath, she closed her eyes… sending a message back home can wait for the morning, she thought, as she drifted off into a gentle sleep, filled with empty dreams of light and joy, things she would not remember in the morning, yet made her happy in the moment.

had to split this bloody thing into two sections because the 'body was too long'

and with that, I'm headed to sleep. I churned out the last two sections today and it's now 4 in the morning. my nerves have settled but I haven't proofread this yet. Sorry if there is any errors. It'll all be fixed in the pastebin.. later. again, It's been three years since I've written anything like this, so if you can spot any errors, or things you would change, please let me know.

I'm also hurting for a proper title at the moment. I don't think that "Early Morning Ramblings About Monster Girls" works that well for this.

>>343979

>As I walked down from my room, I noticed a feeling of dread in the kitchen, yet I understood my mothers is concerned about me, for I knew what I was getting into.

>"Harold, I've been talking about it with your father, and well…"

>"Well what?"

>"Hold on, its already too much for me to handle, so be patient. Anyways, we've decided that if you really want to do this, then we'll we wont stop you."

>"Really?"

>We'll it was more like your father wont stop you. I'm just going what he says. I still have my objections!"

>"Helen…"

>"Oh come on. Can't I feel worried? My sons going off for duty to fight them."

>"I understand, yet this happened many times with kids like these. I mean we dealt with those savages in the Sudan, and the Zulu, and the Negroes. If we can do that then we can do it again."

>"But the enemy isn't human Reginald. They wont just kill you, they'll kidnap you and….do things with you."

>"We aren't cowards mom. We wont just cower and surrender to them. Hell if one comes near me and tries to seduce, then I'll pierce its heart with my trusty bayonet!"

>"Attaboy!"

>"Reginald!"

>"Sorry. Ahem. So pack up and head to the recruiting station by 5, you're off to duty."

>"Really?!"

>"Yes son, now go, off to duty."

I quickly went up and packed everything I could into my bag: trousers, stockings, coats, anything I could find, but while I was doing, I heard some crying in the bedroom beside mine.

I stopped for a moment and decided to head there. I was my mum, sobbing.

>"Harold, you bloke, don't you know how dangerous it is.!"

>"Mom, easy now, I can survive this war, like my dad."

>"But what if you don't, for the rest of the war, I'll dread the mailman, and anyone who comes to my door, hoping it isn't THAT telegram, telling me you KIA'd. Do you know hoe much that will tell me apart."

>"Mom.."

>"Don't, mom me! I don't want to celebrate your birthday at a tombstone. I don't want you to die before me. I don't want to have the last memory to be you sent off to the recruiting station, where you'll be sent to die. I don't want to imagine that. I want to imagine that you survived. I want to see you grow up, and have a happy life, not be cut short by an artillery strike or a gunshot wound. I just want you to be safe, so that you'll make it and live."

">Mom………….I………"

I was starting to feel so selfish, that I didn't even realize what was going on in my mom's head. What she was thinking and how much she worried and cared for me. I feel like and idiot. An inconsiderate idiot. I didn't even think about her when I volunteered

>"Mom. I promise to survive this war. I promise that the man with the telegram never arrives. I promise that I will be there in person when the war is over. I promise that I'll celebrate my birthdays and send a telegram to assure you. Hell every month would be better. I promise that I'll live."

>"Harold….just please make it. Alright. Survive this war. That's all I'm asking. Do that, and I'll be happy"

>"Alright mom. I promise"

So after the packing, I went to my father for that present

>"Harold….I'm not the person who uses words, but I'm proud of you. For choosing to serve something greater than yourself"

>"I know dad, about the empire."

>"It's not just about the empire. Look outside Harold, see those children who are playing around, you are fighting for them, for those who cannot fight, and you are protecting them from those abominations. You are being selfless to defend and protect the elderly, the young, and the crippled."

>"Dad"

>You are choosing to risk your life for theirs, even if it means death, then your sacrifice will be worth it, for you will fight to the last man, just so they can live a happy life, not under those creatures. That is more important than an Empire, or glory, or honor. It show that you are mature enough to understand what you are going through"

>"Other kids are doing the same."

>"Yes, but they use it as an escape, to fight in a fantasy world with knights and cavalry that doesn't exist. But you, you understand the truth. You understand the hell you will be put through. The trials, challenges and struggles you will face. The death and the pain, the ups and down, and the moments where nothing matters, and the face of adversity kicking you down yet standing back up. Now that is what a man does and is. Like yourself"

>"Thanks dad, for reminding me why I'll fight"

>"Oh, ummm. Yeah, that's right, here is your package. Don't open it till you reach the front. It'll be more useful there than here."

>"Alright, I'll see you back when we won"

>"Now go boy, show what you're worth"

I headed to mom one last time and gave her a hug

>"I'll make it, I promise"

>"Harold, that's all I ask"

>"Now go boy, off to the front lines!"

>>344246

I ran as fast as I could, not missing a beat. Will my things with me, I ran to the center, and met with the recruiting station to head out

>"Name"

>"Harold Brockman"

>"Let me see. Oh, well get a move on boy! Trains a leavin' in 30 minutes, you better get a move on boy"

So I ran, fast as I could, with a ticket in one hand, and my stuff in another, and just in time, as the train station as about to leave. I gave the instructor the ticket and jumped on board into the designated section. Just in time for some of my chums"

>"Harry!" They all said in unison "Where were you?"

>"Oh, just some delays here an there"

>"We thought that you weren't gonna make it" spoke Jeremy. He was the oldest, yet still wasn't an adult yet. "Some said that you were ratted out!"

>"Oh no…., just some…… family issues, nothing personal' I spoke in pants

>"Well it's good to see ya" Albert said, in a cheery demeanor, glad I made it

>"Anyways, welcome to the war" cheered the buff Daniel

>"Here, here!" We all cheered

And so begins my journey into the war. I wonder how long it'll be. Doesn't matter. With my chums, we're unstoppable, and anything is possible.

Sorry, I've been mind numbingly busy lately. But, I think that time has passed.

>>337882

>Richard stows away the clothes in his bag for safekeeping

>As you walk, Richard looks around the town

>"Do you find this place enjoyable?"

>"Oh, yeah! It's really calming."

>Perhaps this would be a good time to learn more about his kingdom?

>"What is your home like?"

>He puts a hand to his chin and thinks

>"It is a lot bigger than any of the cities I've found. A lot of our buildings are bigger."

>"Bigger?"

>It sounds like his kingdom is wealthy

>"Yeah, in our major cities we have quite a few buildings that are around six times taller than that." He says, pointing towards a house

>The thought of buildings that big…

>No, you've seen buildings that big before, but he makes it sound like they are common in his land

>"They are covered in glass too, so if you look just right it looks like the sky is reflecting off of it."

>"Buildings that reflect the sky? Truly, this place sounds majestic! Mayhaps I could go their some time?"

>You leave out the implied 'with you'

>"I'm sorry that I've only been able to show you this so far, this place must be truly boring compared to your home."

>He chuckles

>"Trust me, it can be a bit boring back there too. You don't want to have a job in those towers. And I wouldn't call it boring here, this place is really charming."

>"You really are a kind prince."

>"I told you, I'm not a- wait, what's that?"

>You turn to see smoke rising in the distance

>As a defender of the realm, it is only proper for you to see what is happening

>You run towards the origin of the smoke, and suddenly everything turns to night

>"Damn it, this is getting annoying." Huffs Richard as he runs to your side

>Ahead of you is a gaggle of satyros dancing around a fire to music, laughing merrily

>"Ah, it is just a party."

>One thing that stands out to you is that one of them is wearing a white dress, and is doing a jig with a partner

>One notices you, and waves you over

>"Join us, join us!"

>Richard calls back

>"Are you sure?"

>"Of course, the more the merrier! This is a great occasion!"

>As you get closer, you see that the satyros' partner was, in fact, a man in a fine black suit

>He himself is quite handsome, but you are already quite happy with your current lord

>A lord who is brave enough to fight beside his knight, and who is down to earth is truly a great gift

>You would never betray him for another

>"What's the occasion?" You ask

>"This is our wedding!" They both say in unison

>Richard grins at the two

>"Congratulations! How long have you known each other?" Richard asks

>"A few weeks." The satyros replies

>He looks a bit stunned for a moment, and the groom pats him on the back

>"Yeah, I didn't expect it so soon either. But, we just clicked!" He laughs

>Well, you would hate to intrude upon their special day without giving something

>But it would not do for Richard to know about your other persona

>Your eyes stray to a table with bottles of wine

>"Richard, the satyros are well known for their love of drink. Perhaps you should try some of their wine?"

>"Uh, sure." He starts walking, but notices that you aren't following

>"Hey, you aren't going to join?"

>"Do not worry, I just wanted to speak with these two about something important."

>You wave him away, and he goes on ahead

>Rummaging through a secret compartment in your dress, you pull out two tickets

>"My troupe is planning going through Silent Ridge, and we would love to have such a fine couple see our performance."

>They take the tickets, and after the satyros takes a closer look her eyes widen

>"Silvia? What's a big name person doing in a place like this?"

>"I believe I have found great inspiration, and I felt that a change of scenery would help with my play."

>She puts a hand to her face in thought

>"I see… I'm terribly sorry, but I can't accept this."

>"Why not?"

>It makes you a little sad, not having your gift appreciated

>She must have noticed your hurt look, and she quickly replies

>"I'm sure the play will be amazing, but I just can't stand sad plays. I'm very emotional when it comes to plays, and if I went I'd probably never stop crying."

>Ah, your reputation truly precedes you

>You give her a heartfelt smile

>"Do not worry, I think my next play will be a lot happier."

>She seems surprised

>"Well, I wouldn't mind going." The man speaks

>"Are you sure? From what I heard, happy never seemed to interest you."

>You look at the beverage table and see Richard being dragged around by a satyros who excitedly gestures to groups of bottles

>"I'm willing to try to make it work. And if it ends up being another tragedy, I think I'll need a lot of your wine."

>"Hey, I want you to look me in the eyes."

>You turn to see her face extremely close to yours, utterly serious

>"You aren't allowed to be sad at my wedding, got it? Cheer up, I'm sure things will go well."

>"How can you be so sure?"

>She looks at her husband lovingly, and he returns the look

>"I think I know when people mesh well."

>She takes a few steps back, and grabs onto her husband's arm

>"Now, let's get back to our dance. I feel the rhythm coming back!"

>Before parting the man grins

>"Trust me, don't be sad while she's around. Otherwise she'll force you to chug three whole bottles of wine."

>You laugh as the woman gives her husband a good natured elbow

>"And this one was stored in an oak wood barrel. It has a slight citrus taste, and…"

>Your knight friend wasn't kidding when she said they know about alcohol

>With how much information you're being given, it makes you feel a little out of your depth

>"Have you tried the wine yet?" Silvia chimes in from behind you

>"Oh, uh, not yet. I've been having a bit of a lesson on it though."

>She grabs a bottle and pours two glasses and hands one to you

>"Thanks."

>You take a drink and taste the sweet, fruity flavor

>A wave of calm seems to come over you, so strong that you actually stumble back a bit

>You remove the glass from your lip, and see that it is now empty

>This would normally make you feel embarrassed, but you can't help but laugh

>"Hehe, sorry, I swear I'm not an alcoholic."

>Silvia just smiles and gulps the contents of her glass

>"Do not worry, there is no better place for royalty to throw away decorum than a satyros party."

>The satyros refills your glasses

>Since you downed the last drink in a moment, you feel it only reasonable to ask

>"Hey, uh, what's the alcohol content of this?"

>The satyros bursts into laughter, as if you just told her the funniest joke in the world

>That is a little concerning

>But as you see Silvia down another glass, you figure that's an issue for another time

>"While the other nobles were studying each other, I studied the blade. They laughed at me, b-but let me tell ya, if I weren't bound by law, I could have kicked their asses."

>Patting the ghostly women's back, you take another sip

>You aren't sure how much you've had, but you are pretty sure that you are going to have a killer headache in the morning

>"I'm sure you could. Why did you decide to become a knight anyway?" you ask

>She puts a finger to her chin and closes her eyes in thought. She mulls over the question for so long that you almost worry that she has fallen asleep

>"I suppose it was because of my father. He said 'Silvia, if you want to have a husband in these trying times, you are going to have to protect him well'. So he taught me how to fight."

>She poses dramatically, one hand held against her chest, the other one held out and balled into a fist

>"With my ability, I decided to become a knight for my house! However, my mother wanted me to join her in the intrigue of the royal houses! But I refused to follow her gambits for power!"

>She suddenly stands up and yanks you out of your chair

>She tightly holds your hand in her own

>"Would you not say that it is a noble's job to protect the weak, rather than elevate themselves! Is it not our true duty!?"

>She looks into your eyes, waiting for an answer

>You are not sure if it's because of the alcohol, or perhaps it's because her words make you think of a play performance, but you feel the need to answer her with your own gusto

>"Of course! A noble is nothing without their people, so it is only right to protect them! You are a kind person to leave behind such luxury to help the weak. In my eyes, those other nobles pale before you!"

>For a moment, she appears surprised and a small blush rises to her cheeks, but soon enough her confident smile returns

>"Haha! Spoken like a true prince! The others could learn a thing or two from you."

>Despite having answered her question, she does not let go

>She looks out at the nearby bonfire where many of the party goers are wildly dancing

>You would be lying if you said that it didn't look fun

>"Hey, would you like to dance?"

>Silvia's head quickly turns back to you

>"Yes! I-I mean, it has been a while since I've had a partner to dance with. It shall be a good experience."

>>346579

>Both of you move away from the table

>As reach a good spot with plenty of room, she guides one of your hands to her waist

>"I may not be a fan of luxury, but I'm still a noble. I hope you don't mind if we dance with a little more class?"

>Her eyes move to a satyros taking her shirt off and spinning it in the air

>The sight makes you chuckle

>"I'm familiar with waltzing, but I'm afraid it's been a while."

>"Not to worry, I do not mind a few screw ups. It's not like you can step on my feet."

>With a laugh, you move alongside her as she starts to sway

>She gently moves back, you step forward, and with a small push you step back again

>It's surprisingly easy to dance when you don't have to worry about tangling your legs with your partner

>Her body is almost weightless, moving without much trouble

>To your surprise, while holding her you feel almost as if you are yourself are being lifted off the ground yourself

>Soon you are the one in control of the dance, and she gladly follows

>Her lightness makes it easy for you to move her around

>The movements are instinctual, not based on a true pattern anymore but what feels right

>A spin here, a turn there, the feeling of walking upon air

>Without having to truly think, you gaze at your partner

>She is quite beautiful

>It saddens you that she often hides her features behind a suit of armor

>Her hand is surprisingly warm in yours

>The dance slows down, leading to a stop

>Her eyes stare into yours, like she's day dreaming

>Her face moves closer

>A be with this beautiful knight on such a lovely night, it almost feels like a date with your love

>Love

>Wait

>You pull yourself away and laugh, trying to mask your discomfort

>"Ahahaha! I forgot just how fun it is to dance."

>She puts on a smile that doesn't seem to reach her eyes

>"Yes, it was, uh, fun. You are very talented, it was an honor, prince."

>She couldn't have actually wanted to…?

>No, of course not. She was just taken in the moment, same as you. She'll be fine tomorrow

>"Now, it is time for the final ceremony!"

>Silvia snaps out of her funk and you both turn to the wedded couple, the bride carrying a bottle of wine with a yellow line around the middle

>She uncorks it, stuffs the opening into her mouth and starts drinking with the bottle completely vertical

>You half expect to hear people people chanting "chug"

>One the liquid reaches the yellow line, she hands the bottle to her husband who does the same

>He drops the empty bottle, turns to his wife, and proceeds to rip her clothes off

>You are almost too stunned to notice Silvia pulling you away

>Looks like the party is over

>>346580

>After seeing that little display, you decide that you and Richard should probably go

>Despite the bit at the end, you would say the party was quite fun

>You had gotten lost in that dance, and almost…

>But it didn't reach that point

>Because it would break character

>How you wanted to just feel him, to become intimate, but it isn't right for a knight to act such a way

>Is the play worth it? To rob you of these chances

>Eventually you reach the hotel

>In the hopes of sobering yourself up so you can think more clearly, you decide to take a bath

>You turn on the faucet and soak for a while, trying to relax

>He's been wonderfully receptive, you can say that much

>He has the heart of an actor, and you feel that some part of him recognizes that

>He would probably be happy to be part of your troupe as a…

>Than you will put him in your best damn play, and he will fall for you

>At least, you hope he will

>You look at beauty products left for your perusal

>Of course all but the soap has a price tag

>That much for perfume!?

>Maybe you should just use the soap

>After soaking for a while longer, you dry and walk out to find Richard has gone to sleep

>An enticing idea to you as well

>Perhaps you could join him?

>Taking off the covers for a moment, you slide in behind him

>Careful not to wake him, you wrap an arm around his waste

>Pressing your face against his back, you smell his musk

>It was strong, and comforting

>You let it envelope you, and you drift off to sleep

>Slowly you feel your senses return to you and are roused from your slumber

>There is a pressure against your chest

>Did you fall asleep clutching your pillow again?

>It feels a little hard to be a pillow

>When was it this long? Why does the lower part feel so coarse?

>Is that a bump?

>Trying to remove the bump, you stuck your hand under the pillow case and feel something surprisingly fleshy and slightly wet

>Your eyes open to the back of someone's head

>For a moment you are unable to make out what's going on, but once the "pillow" starts to move the memories come rushing back

>With a squeak, you remove your hand and jump out of the bed

>"Ugh, Silvia?" Richard asks, slowly getting up

>"Yes, my lord?"

>You are just barely able to get back into character

>"I thought I felt something."

>"Ah, that may have been the beast trying to control you. She is a tricky one. Thankfully I managed to conjure a ritual to protect you just in time."

>"Well, thanks than. That ritual must have really worked, because I slept great."

>He gets up completely, and you see the, err, lump that you felt

>He takes notice as well and quickly covers himself up

>"I swear, this is normal in the morning, it means nothing!"

>"I-I trust you, sir."

>You quickly grab the armor laying on the ground and drag it to the bathroom

>"I need to clean up my armor!"

>You slam the door and turn on the bath

>Chucking the armor in, you sit on the toilet and look at your hand

>It was wet

>Not like water, but covered in thin layer of a sticky substance

>You put it to your nose and sniff it

>Your body reacts to the smell, and you feel yourself grow wet

>The smell, it's so unfamiliar, yet it's making you drool

>Slowly, you stick your tongue out and lick the liquid

>Then you attack your hand, ravenously

>Instinctively, you other hand moves down to your vagina, and pump your fingers in and out

>The pleasure builds until it is released over the bathroom floor

>Breathing deeply, you feel yourself somewhat satisfied

>That was the hand that brushed against him

>You recognize the liquid for what it is now

>The feelings he inspires in you, this pleasure his mere scent gives you

>What would it be like to actually have him hold you, and to be covered in his love

>It makes you want him more than ever

>You feel your mind almost taken once more by thoughts of what could be, but quickly throw your head into the bathtub

>Sputtering, you get up

>Can't have your thoughts taken over like this, you must resist

>Be patient, you must be patient

>>346978

>You walk out of the bathroom, feeling a bit more in control of yourself

>Richard quickly takes your place in the bathroom

>While waiting for him, you here a knock from the room door

>You get up, and open it to find a dragon and hellhound in uniforms

>"Hello, ma'am. We're here under order of the tourist board. You see, a human male has disappeared, and we wish to find him and make sure no other humans are going missing," the dragon speaks

>Most mamono would probably be panicking right now, but you are able to give a false vernier of calm

>"That is worrying. What are you doing here though, aren't most humans in the larger cities?"

>"Yes, but we heard rumors of a man being here, which doesn't seem to fit in with our paperwork."

>"Well, I'm afraid there is no human here."

>The hellhound steps up

>"I'll be the judge of that."

>She grabs your hand and sniffs it.

>"You have anything?"

>"I think I smell a bit of man on her. Unfortunately her hand smells too much of pussy and soap to make anything out."

>The dragon sighs

>"Ma'am, I'm afraid we're going to have to search your room."

>Your heart drops

>"Give me a moment, I have a guest and she may be indecent."

>"Okay. But take too long and I'm breaking down the door."

>With her consent, you close the door and walk and open the bathroom

>It seems that Richard has become interested in your armor

>His upper body is decked in the stuff

>It seems like he also switched clothes, with his old garments laying on the tiled floor, and his new pants stand out against the metal top

>"Silvia, I was just checking-"

>You shoosh him before he can continue

>"Quiet, the beast's minions are here."

>He freezes at that

>"What are we going to do? I don't want to be kidnapped again."

>That armor covers him up pretty well, maybe you can use that to your advantage, but it's no use with that damn dog's nose

>You notice the bottle of expensive perfume

>You grab it, and quickly pour it over Richard

>"What the hell!?"

>"Shhhh…! Just follow my lead and don't talk."

>You walk out with Richard, and open the door, letting your unwanted guests in

>The dragon raises an eyebrow at the armored Richard

>"Why are you dressed like that?"

>Moving in front of the dragon, you quickly speak

>"This is my understudy! My ghoul friend here is working on moving in her armor. I'm afraid the bottom hasn't been made for her yet, though."

>She looks a little suspicious, and gestures for her dog companion to smell him

>She walks up, takes a sniff and instantly recoils

>"Fuck! Lady, who the hell wears that much damn perfume!"

>"She's uncomfortable about her smell."

>"Damn it, I'd rather smell a corpse than this shit!"

>She holds her nose, cursing under her breath

>The dragon just waits as her coworker complains

>"Are you done yet?"

>"Fuck, I think so."

>The dragon points to the bed

>"Smell that then, I'm curious."

>The dog walks up and carefully sniffs the fabric

>"Yeah, this smells pretty manly to be. Ow…"

>"Keep looking," the dragon narrows her eyes at you

>"I need to ask her some questions."

>She gets into your face

>"Do you have any papers, giving you the right to watch over a visitor."

>You're frozen in fear

>What are you going to say, that you kidn-rescued this man from his girl- a beast?

>They will throw you into jail, your reputation will be ruined and you'll never see Richard again!

>"I-I, um…"

>"Start. Talking."

>A yip of excitement comes behind you, and you turn to see the hellhound rolling in Richard's dirty clothes

>"Oh, yes! Just what my poor nose needed!"

>She grabs the underwear and starts licking it, to Richard's clear discomfort

>"What the hell are you doing?"

>"It's man, ma'am, and it is glorious!"

>It looks like the dragon is about to reach for her cuffs

>"T-There from a male fan!"

>She pauses

>"He was so smitten by my performance, he decided to pay me with his own clothing!"

>She thinks for a moment, and some tension from her stance disappears

>"I can believe that. But, why does the bed smell like a man?"

>"I… I like to sleep with the clothes in the bed. It calms me down."

>Your face must be bright red at this point, not even that one costume malfunction made you this embarrassed

>She seems to calm down, and shakes her head

>"Okay than. Looks like we're going to have to look elsewhere. Let's go."

>She leaves, and the hellhound follows

>Richard holds out his hand to the dog, asking for his clothes back

>"No way, you blew my fucking nose with that shit. Think of this as compensation. Besides, I'm doing you a favor. An actress being called out as a pervert? Huge scandal."

>She takes another whiff of the underwear

>"Ah, that's the good shit."

>Then she closes the door and leaves

>>346979

>You stand there and calm down

>That could have gone so badly, so easily

>Richard let's out a sigh, falling on the bed and taking off the helmet

>"God, it's hot in this. How do you move in this thing?"

>You lay next to him

>"Lot's of practice."

>You wrinkle your nose at the overpowering smell emanating from him

>If you weren't so afraid, you would have probably felt a bit sorry for that dog

>Another knock on the door

>You moan, and Richard puts the helmet back on

>Opening the door once more reveals the hotel owner

>"Hello!" she smiles, but you aren't exactly in the mood

>"I apologize for being discourteous, but can you make this quick."

>"Oh, yes I most certainly can!"

>She walks in and sits on the bed with Richard

>"You see, those girls are obviously looking for a MAN. I heard talk of a reward even."

>You grit your teeth

>"Why are you telling me this?"

>"Oh, no reason. It would just be terrible if that man were to be removed from his partner, wouldn't it?"

>Putting a hand to your forehead, you resist the urge to slap this mizer

>"You're asking for a bribe."

>"Oh no, I'm just saying that I need some money. I'm sure they would be happy to pay someone if they had the right information."

>Getting up, you head to your luggage to look for your coin purse

>But before you reach it, a hand stops you

>"Silvia, we don't need to pay for this."

>"But I must protect you! You are very precious to m- your kingdom!"

>"Don't worry, I think she'll forget about us."

>"Oh, I only forget about things if I see coin!" The raccoon like creature speaks

>Richard pulls out a small device, and her grin falls slightly

>"I've never seen that."

>"Oh, so this just so happened to be peaking through the hollow drawer knob?"

>Her confidence deteriorates

>"Uh, I'm sure those two will never find anything. I mean, that girl must be pretty crafty."

>He doesn't let up though

>"You know, I wonder if this place would be ruined if people thought they were being spied on? I mean, it would definitely turn people off from coming here. Heck, they might even sue."

>The danuki falls face first onto the bed

>"J-Just go. The room is free."

>Leaving, you give Richard a look disbelief

>"Uh, do you think I was a little too hard on her there?"

>You laugh and pat his shoulder

>"Don't worry, she deserved it. I mean, spying on people?"

>He shrugs

>"Guess you have a point."

>>332556

Barron X Danuki OTP

>>346980

I admit I'm eagerly awaiting a conclusion on this, but I admit that the overall size of the continent seems very small in comparison to the rest of the world, along with all of those population counts. Then again, Japan has 130+ Mil pop in a small set of tiny islands.

>>349569

Also if north america is on the right side, why does it look like it's missing most of the US?

>>349569

Because of cartographic projection. Like how if you take a country and rotate it it would look different.

There is a document uncovered during the final liberation of the European State. Code-named Operation Atlas

I just want the story with the Hakutaku to continue

Either its work, or its procrastination. I'm not switching perspectives too much, am I? I'll probably bring down the swapping for now.

>>349550

I admit, I'm taking liberties with the size of the continent.

>>346980

>As you get on the horse, you feel your heart calm down

>You had thought that you were safe from your kidnapper after leaving the castle, but it seems that you aren't quite in the clear

>If this thing is after you, maybe it would be prudent to learn more about it

>"Silvia, just what is it that's after me?"

>"A beast, as I've told you. Need there be more to it?"

>It seems like she is avoiding the subject

>"But wouldn't it help if I knew what this thing is? Or why it wants me?"

>"Look," she huffs "it wishes to use you, to drain your emotions and turn you into a husk, without ambition nor desire."

>"But if it thinks I'm a prince, maybe if we just told it-"

>"If it thinks it doesn't need you, than it may decide to end you and be done with it!" she shouts

>You are silent at her outburst

>That silence gives way to thunder, and Silvia encourages the horse to speed

>"I'm sorry. I don't know what I-"

>"Do not apologize, right now we need to hurry!"

>The bright sun has been covered up by clouds, erasing its light and heat

>A lightning bolt comes down in front of the horse, causing it to rear up

>You grab onto Silvia, just barely keeping you from falling off

>"What's going on?"

>"She must have sensed you! We must hurry!"

>Rain starts to pelt you, and you shiver from the icy wind

>The clouds above you move far too much to be ordinary clouds

>Two blue sparks appear in the sky, and thinking fast, you are barely able to avoid another lightning bolt

>Just as you think you are safe, you find yourself ripped from the saddle and dragged into the sky

>Those sparks are not sparks of electricity, but the eyes of a massive, black snake

>It's jaws are firmly clamped on you, keeping you prisoner

>"Richard!"

>You see Silvia below you, clutching a bow

>She grabs an arrow from her bag, and fires it at the creature

>The arrow either misses or goes straight through, you cannot tell as its body appears to be more mist than flesh

>Before she can prepare another arrow, the snake flies low, headbutting Silvia and knocking her off the horse

>As she gets up, she unsheathes her blade as the snake turns to ram her again

>She swings the sword and it embeds itself into the creature's head, but it isn't enough to stop the attack

>With the clatter of metal, she is laying on the ground

>The snake takes its chance to coil its cloud-like tail around her

>It goes up into the air once more, this time higher than ever, with the knight in tow

>The tail uncoils, surely in the hopes of dropping her onto the unforgiving ground below

>She manages to grab onto the tail just in time, but it doesn't take long before her hands start to slip

>You punch the snake in an attempt to harm it, but the scales are much too hard, you might as well be hitting stone

>You notice the sword, still impaled in the snake

>Grabbing the hilt with both hands, you give a powerful tug

>Unfortunately the snake doesn't react well to your attempt, and whips it's head around

>Despite the movement, you keep a steady hand on the blade

>Another tug, and it lashes again, but this time the weapon is freed

>With a single thrust, you jam it into the eye of the creature, and a numbing feeling courses through you

>You start to descend with frightening speed, and everything goes to black

>You feel yourself roused, as light shines against your eyelids

>As the memories of before your blackout return, your eyes snap open as panic washes over you

>You had been falling out of the sky! Are you dead? You don't feel any pain despite surely crashing to the ground, so it would make sense

>You bolt upright, and see that you are in a field

>Either Goldaria and heaven are very similar, or you must be alive

>Feeling something move against your chest, you look down to see Silvia, unarmored and huddled against you, your arms wrapped around her

>Her eyes flutter open, and they meet yours

>It feels like whole minutes pass before her focus shifts to her current position

>With a start, she gets up

>"Ah, yes! Very good, you seem to have awoken!"

>As you get up too, you realize there is nothing to signify that there was a battle here not too long ago

>"Where's the snake?"

>She relaxes at you mentioning the creature

>"Do not worry, for after the crash I managed to catch its soul. It should not cause us any more trouble."

>"Oh, good. Hey, you aren't hurt are you?"

>>349821

>"I am grateful for your care, but phantoms need not worry about long term injury. I am more concerned about you. Did my medicine work?"

>You apply pressure to your chest and belly, the places where the snake held onto you

>Just as before, you feel no pain

>You pull up your shirt and do not find any scars or bruises

>Mamono medicine must be pretty powerful

>Actually, did you feel any pain when the snake grabbed you? You can't seem to remember

>"I think I'm fine."

>Silvia gets onto the shaking horse and motions for you to join her

>You panic a bit when it starts to rain, but Silvia calms you down

>"We are in Thunder Valley, it rains often here."

>"I'm not sure I want to stay here for too long if it means being in the rain."

>"Do not worry, we are going to the docks and get on a boat to Egyptos."

>A moment of silence passes

>"Do you not like the rain?" Silvia asks, sounding a bit sad

>"Uh, it's fine, I didn't mean to make it sound bad, I just…"

>You try to think of an excuse, but come up short

>"No, not many people like the rain, I understand. I suppose the nostalgia of childhood may be making me somewhat biased."

>Thankfully, the rain seems to keep to a light drizzle

>The town ahead of you seems to be bordered by two bodies of water

>It is not too hard to find the docks, seeing as almost the entire city seems to be docks

>The fishing industry must be massive here

>Soon enough, you get a ticket to the city of Eropolis

>You watch the land move away from the shielded deck of the boat

>"Have you ever wandered what you would do if you were to have children?"

>You turn to the knight, who is once more free of her armor

>Where is this coming from?

>"What do you mean?"

>Her eyes are soft, yet uncertain

>"I wish to have children one day, and I thought maybe it would be nice to settle down in my hometown. But, would my new family want that? Would they be fine with the rain?"

>"I might not be the best person to ask… I think the children would be okay though, I mean, you seem fine with it,"

>The thought of a ghost giving birth makes you pause

"Not sure how your husband would feel. Maybe you'll get lucky."

>She shakes her head

>"I don't think so. I suppose it's hard to find someone who is perfect, but I can live with that. I also have my duty to travel the country. Do you think that would work?"

>You wince, the thought of children fighting things like what you encountered does not sit right with you

>"Oh no. I'm afraid it's much too dangerous for a family."

>She takes a step toward you, forcing you to take a step back

>"But what if I were to leave my station as a knight? Would it be right then, to travel on the road with my family?"

>"I… suppose that would work. But it won't be easy for the children if they are always moving."

>"My troupe shall join me! I'm sure some of them will decide to leave the danger and have children as well! I can also afford tutors for them, so education should not be an issue. But… would my lover be willing to join me?"

>It seems like she has taken some serious thought about this

>Well, you don't see why not

>"I bet you could find a man willing to join you. I mean, minus the whole danger bit, your life seems pretty fun."

>"Would you like to live such a life?"

>"Huh?"

>"Would you want to live like that?"

>You think back to Zipango, the beautiful architecture and that amazing show

>That small town in Goldara, and the calming atmosphere, and that party with the satyros'

>Even the small amount of time you spent in Stormwich, with the castles and old style architecture

>You could possibly get bored with those if you stayed around too long, but with the way you are moving?

>It feels like there is always something new around the corner

>"I'd probably drop my old job if it meant living like this."

>Silvia's mouth opens ever so slightly, but she seems unable to say anything

>"Hey, are you okay?"

>She snaps out of it, shaking her head and giving you an uncharacteristically large smile, then turns her head to look out at the stormy water once more

>"I've been a bit worried lately. That some of my choices may not be the best, and that I may have been overly optimistic in my hopes for the future. But you've helped bring many of those worries to rest."

>>349822

>A feeling swells in your chest at her words

>Is this pride? No, it can't be, you didn't feel this at stopping that snake, or tricking the danuki

>Although, now that you think about it, both are technically your fault

>She wouldn't have run into any problems if you weren't around

>Any joy from before slowly fades away and is replaced with uncertainty, but you push away those thoughts

>You have helped her with a problem she has been struggling with, and it has been awhile since you've felt pride

>You haven't felt good about yourself since… no, the blame rests with you there

>But if you are going to cause her any more problems, you aren't going to be dead weight

>If the beast is looking for you, you'll probably need to learn how to fight

>"Hey, Could you teach me how to use a sword?"

>Her face flushes at your words, and she turns around to mumble to herself

>"I know I… but it's too early… b-but I want this…"

>You put a hand on her shoulder, and she spins to face you

>"If I'm going to travel with you, I'll need to defend myself."

>Most of her face goes back to it's usual color, and she coughs into her hand

>"Yes, of course. The world is a dangerous place, so I was thinking of how to best teach you."

>You stand facing one another, you carrying her sword and her with the Redcap's weapon

>It was a little awkward having her explain to you proper stance, but you somehow managed

>"Okay, now the most important part of sword fighting is control. It is important that you learn how to feint, and to make sudden blocks."

>She holds up the massive blade like a shield

>"Swing at me, try to get as close as possible, but try not to hit me."

>If this was normal metal, you would be a little uncertain about swinging it around without training, but you've been assured that it can't harm people

>The first swing, you misjudge the weight of the blade, and it lightly hits the sword with a light 'tink'

>The second time you stop way too early

>"The trick is to redirect the blade, Richard. Do not force it back, but make it move at a different angle."

>Nodding, you swing from the side again

>This time, diverting the sword's blade downwards, you just graze her weapon

>She smiles at you approvingly

>"That's better! Now, again!"

>This continues on until you are gasping for breath

>You've managed to get pretty close quite a few times, but as your endurance is worn down, so too is your ability

>Now you can barely lift the sword now

>"That is enough."

>You take a deep breath and use the sword to steady yourself

>"You knights have it tough… Swinging a sword for a living, I don't think I could keep up."

>"You've done well for a beginner. Most people can't go on for as long as you, believe me. Most students end up losing an arm during practice." she laughs

>That… does not make you feel any better

>Her laughter dies down and sees the frightened look on your face

>"Uh, it's undead humor. Because zombies… sorry."

>You run a hand through your hair and feel it slick with perspiration

>"Well, I think I'm going to need a bath tonight."

>You turn around, but feel something pinch your sides, and raised into the air

>"We'll clean you up." your assailant says, turning around to bring you to who knows where

>Behind you, you can hear Silvia screaming

>"Stop, you damned aquatic insect!"

>>349823

you ever gonna continue the story about the hakutaku?

>>349975

He finished it.

>>350006

did it end with him fucking her?

Here's hoping more people use this setting.

>>349823

What if monsters came during WW2

>>337190

>belief in socialism

>hatred of communism

Well, which one is it? The goal of socialism is communism. You can't have one without the other.

>>337263

>gun control

Disarmament never works. In the US, the strictness of gun control laws in a given area are geographically proportional to the amount of gun violence that takes place, i.e. more gun control, more gun crime. It doesn't stop criminals from acquiring guns.

Also, in the UK, since they've banned guns, they've been pushing for knife control.

You can't use a butterknife there, let alone a potato peeler.

All gun control does is disarm an honest man and leave him defenseless against violent criminals, and the government, should it turn tyrannical. Gun control doesn't apply to them.

Not many people seem to get that the 2nd Amendment is the original gun reform.

Part of the reason the Revolutionary War began when it did was because the Crown was trying to disarm everyone. That's also what prompted Paul Revere's ride.

Is the author of this setting still around? It'd be a shame to let all this work just disappear

>>391440

yeah, I'm here. I've been working on a novel that isn't related to the setting though. Its almost finished, about 145,000 words. its too many words. way too many. But I need to finish the stupid thing before I cut stuff out.

Also all the setting stuff is on Touchfluffytail.org under "Opie Anderson" I'll make more eventually, I'm just trying to not suck at life.

>>391513

What's the novel about?

>>391552

Its about a wizard from before the current demonlord getting frozen in stone and then reemerging in the current state of affairs, and then getting wrapped up in a plot by one of the last male elven sages to turn monstergirls back into bloodthirsty beasts so mankind can actually have the heart to kill them. But the wizard doesn't like that idea because he likes monstergirls way more than the monsters he had to deal with, so he has to try and stop him.

It started out as my attempt at making a "good" harem story since I'm never satisfied by the ones I read. I try to subvert some common tropes by having multiple men have polygamous relationships instead of just the protagonist to show that he isn't a special snowflake. It eventually got a little wrapped up in the actual plot, and there's way less smut than I'd like, but story-wise I can't really add more. I like my smut to have purpose, so there's a lot of buildup.

I'll release it on TFT and link it here when its done to get some feedback. I want to eventually release it on Amazon, but I value the opinions of /monster/ So everyone here will get to read it free. Since I don't have an editor, I'll be hoping that others can point out story-inconsistencies, bad dialogue, and such. I know it'll have parts that people don't like, especially since harems aren't super-popular here, but I'm hoping I'll still get valuable feedback.

>>391554

Sounds friggin awesome! I'm still struggling with the cursed bdr-15 story.

>>391554

Don't worry too much about what /monster/ likes. Just make sure what your writing is of high quality and people will enjoy it regardless. While 145k is quite a bit to get through, we'll see what we can do for critique when it comes out.

>>391560

Does your mom know you're posting here?

>>391562

Yes, this board is where dad summoned her.

>>391564

I think shotas should stay, haha. Wouldn't it be funny to have a kid posting haha like why are you even here kid, I bet you're probably defenseless haha.

haha

>>391614

t.christmas cake