/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>you have just finished a day at work, and you are terrified

>normally you're absolutely fucking livid after a day at work

>your coworkers are bitches, your customers are bitches, the world is ripe with the stench of bitches

>but now you have bigger concerns

>because you just slammed your car into a fucking streetlight to avoid…

>uh

>that giant pink, circular, uh…

>…THE THING that just appeared in the road

>and now your car is emitting large quantities of smoke and refusing to move

>it's dead, jim

>at least you aren't

>it's at this moment that a fucking spike or something sprouts from the windshield

>you stare at it in shock for a moment, and then follow its trajectory back to the Pink Thing

>the Pink Thing appears to have disgorged a girl with wings and a massive tail

>you rub your eyes

>the girl fails to disappear

>wut

>the girl mails you another spike thing

>your windshield delivers said spike to your sunvisor with a complementary gift of glass shards

>shepardIShouldGo.mp3

>you kick your door open and fucking book it

>as you sprint round a house another barb thing appears in the wall where your legs were a moment ago

>oh god they're aiming to wound

>you have just enough time to fully begin to panic before a fucking train slams into you from behind

>oh wait its a girl

>with wings, a massive spiky tail, and a fluffy red mane

>the wings weren't for show, apparently

>as you land you feel a sharp sting in your back

>the world gets about 20 degrees warmer

>in a flash you're on your back with the, uh, manticore? yeah sure, sitting astride you

>there are far, far too many teeth in that Grin of Doom she's giving you

>gg world, its been fun

>she takes her paws and rakes them down your chest, tearing your shirt open

>her uncontained breasts swing deliciously with the movement

>wait a second why are you focusing on boobs

>the manticore notices your confused gaze and leans forward a bit further, hanging those succulent titties right in your face

>BONER NO

>NOW IS NOT THE TIME BONER

>you begin thinking about your grandma naked

>your grandma morphs into the manticore

>that's not Freudian or anything

>those claws ruin your pants the same way they ruined your shirt

>your dong pops free, and smacks her in the thigh

>that stimulation alone is enough to make you involuntarily buck your hips

>oh god, you're about to die horribly and all you can think about is pussy

>the Tail of Spines swings around and hovers over you

>you can see now that it has an opening in the front, which looks remarkably like a pussy

>you can feel the heat radiating from it, see the sticky wetness dripping from it

>it calls to you

>it says "anon, you will fill me with your seed and you will like it"

>The Anon Abides

>you reach up (hey, she let go of your arms and legs, you could run for it) and grab the tailpussy

>and you jam that bitch right down on your dick

>it's the hottest, wettest, tightest pussy you've ever felt

>the tail's owner giggles at your exuberance

>she leans forward once again, leering in your face as the tailpussy bounces on your dick behind her

>you're pretty sure you've died, because you seem to be in heaven

>in no time at all you're filling that delicious tailpussy with semen

>the manticore bites her lip and sighs into your neck as the tail sucks away the cum

>for a moment, there is quiet

>and then she chuckles into your ear

>and you feel a sharp sting in your inner thigh

>she seems to say "you didn't think we were done, did we?"

>your boner doesn't seem to think so

>she licks her lips, and the tailpussy starts thrusting once again

>on and on it goes; you cum, you get stabbed, you cum again

>you lose track of how many times you creampie the tailpussy

>eventually, you can take no more of this pleasure and black out like a bitch

>you come to some time later, sore and sticky

>why does your dick feel like you fucked a belt sander

>the manticore is snuggled up against your chest

>oh that's why

>the tailpussy rests to your side, leaking a trickle of semen onto the ground

>thankfully your boner does not take the bait

>okay, so, you're not dead, that's good

>but the ground is cold, you're sticky with unidentifiable fluids and incredibly hungover

>you shift a bit, and the manticore wakes up

>you request that, if she's going to keep you captive or something, could she kindly do so in the comfort of your own house

>she nods, gets to her feet, and lifts you in a bridal carry when your legs fail to function due to Tailpussy Overdose

>you rest your head on her shoulder as the two of you slowly traipse over to your house

>finally you arrive, and she drops you on your bed, flops down next to you, and pulls the covers over you both with her tail

>you bury your face in that fluffy mane, and she wraps her tail and wings around you as you drift off to sleep

>and that's how you met your waifu

>>345785

Does anyone have the full images that were in that last greentext?

>>346465

>Jack Daniels

You deserve a bullying for that. Drink a good bourbon instead like David Nicholson, Wellers, or Buffalo Trace.

>>346467

If he is drinking to get smashed then why waste money on a better bourbon?

>>346476

There are better brands of bourbon for the same or lower price than that of Jack Daniel's

Buffalo Trace, Jim Beam(black label & devil's cut, don't bother with white label JB), Evan Williams, Four Roses, Georgia Special…… The list goes on

>>346465

nice

been thinking of an ant story all week oddly enough

>>345785

>Normal guy in a monster world

Have we got anything more along the lines of these? I'm down to clown with being on the receiving end of some reversed gender roles.

>>346950

I like that idea.

>>345783

I believe that cuckqueen unicorn story was in the angel thread?

>>346950

>>347078

I could try to make a new thread based on that premise but how should it be started? One idea is that monstergirls are having trouble with there male counterparts and therefore summon men into their world. Another would be that due to the fact that men are a source of energy and power, female mamodos will hoard as many men for selves or their own group. Any other Ideas?

>>347127

can you use a dark background for this? Why is blue popular for image-boards?

>>347135

Because tradition, motherfucker.

>>347187

I use snipping tool and then combine the screenshots in mspaint.Its primitive but it works.

>>356444

> posting that dumb shit.

>>356447

Yeah, nah. It's shit. Suffer not the heretic to live and all that.

Okay, this is a real long shot, but I figure I'd ask anyways. About 2-3 years there was a greentext story about a man going on a camping trip with his Arachne waifu, before they run into a mud dauber girl and some honestly /chaos/ tier stuff happens. Did anyone happen to have it?

>>356475

Holy shit my dream made it to the greentext thread.

>>356447

Does anybody have an archive, I didn't get to read it.

>>357067

Thanks. Fuck that's cute.

>>357068

No problem. I'm glad something decent came out of that thread.

>>356475

Took me forever to realize the theme is a souped up version of the Allman Brothers "Jessica"

>>356475

>im im the cap

Is this what being part of history feels like

>>345788

I'd love more, these are great.

>>345790

Someone got Steve Irwin Orc and Dragon, they're in the archive of the previous thread but it doesn't save pictures. I also just want more anything, I like reading this stuff.

>>357340

Thanks bud.

>>359343

I liked it. More sadposts would be welcome, Anon.

>>359343

I like sad posts, not despiar posts. In your sadposting there is genuine pain, but still hope for these characters, which makes it that much better.

>>345791

>dense shonen protag greentext

Someone actaully did an animation based on that. Here you go.

>be me

>Driving down road, middle of the night

>It's boring but blasting music helps

>Roundabout comes on

>Ominous.png

>Opening about to end

>A person suddenly appears in the road

[<== TO BE CONTINUED==]

>Slam breaks

>Car hits person

>Get out

>Sizeable dent on hood, but not much else

>Hear idiot whimper something about "not as planned"

>She's about 10ish feet from the bumper

>Looks like one of those lizard chicks

>Sigh and call 911

>They arrive quickly

>Paramedics get out, both share a look and sigh

>They then greet her by name

>This isn't the first time

>Why?

>Go up to her while the paramedics put her on the stretcher

>Ask why

<"I read a story online… They said it'd work…"

>Ask how many times she's been concussed

>Like the movie scenes she spaces out mid explanation

>Paramedics haul her into the ambulance

>One stops and turns to me

>He says I'm the first would-be victims actually talk to her

>Also says I'm gonna get a new stalker

>Leaves with a snicker

>Drive home, get drunk, and shitpost

>Another day, another stalker

>Such is life

>>345783

Anyone have Dummy Dragon and Dummy Dragon 2?

>>363037

Bumpu, want more stories.

Damn I read all of these greentexts but I still want more….

>>365873

Go read the "I want to make greentext" thread, lots of good shit there. And I mean seriously good shit, you'll love it. I also reccomend "Paladin Teacher", found in this thread >>359306

>>365881

Thanks man

>>345799

>Enforced chastity

The hell is this faggy shit?

>>366024

>what is figurative speech

>automaton waifu throws a bearing

>starts humming good vibrations when she gets flustered

>cute

>a week later starts humming good vibrations by marky mark

>better get that bearing replaced

>>367423

I do every now and then but then i'd have to go buy the rope, and find a place where to hang myself, and /then/ go there when no one's around to give me shit about it…

So I just say fuck that shit and come to shitpost until the feeling dies down

crisis situation, lost my backups.

Someone please post link to archive links of Starglider's last threads of Engineering and Nomad CYOAs

Google only finds thread 7 and 4 respectively.

Pretty sure Engineering went to 11, and Nomad went well past 4

Posting my chaste dragon greentext from the other thread:

https://pastebin.com/c5Zmwimq

>>367422

I doubt anyone has it. You might as well fix your computer to get it back.

>>347111

I would just have the guy come from another world due to portal shenanigans or the fact that the monster/guy ratio is 10:1 and harems are the norm.

I sorta feel like we gotta branch out with this

>anon is in highschool or college

>catches the attention of multiple monster girls

>its based around his attempts to not get raped

I'm going for that comedy vibe here

>>369957

>Be edgy virginon in not monster high.

>ever since mgs crossed over being a virgin is the equivalent of being a gucci gang-tier rapper.

>sure mgs smell and crave you from farther away.

>until the principal ms. unicorn found out about yo mumble-rap havin' ass.

>every time a class period ends she charges through the crowd of alumni to "reach home base first"

>you will admit that sometimes it is cute of her to buy you flowers/chocolates from time to time.

>despite the age difference between you two. Ages of consent were abolished when the lolis were elected into office.

>you can't even trust your fellow edgelords to watch your back because they alp.

>the other day some gay succ flat out tried to rape you in the boys bathroom.

Highschool sucks

>>369961

Thats what I was looking for thanks anon

Hey can someone recommend to me a program for drafting greentexts?

I remember running across suggestions earlier but now I'm regretting not taking the bait and getting the software.

>>369961

I really like the idea of a unicorn principal who acts totally weird and awkward around you

>>369978

>drafting greentexts

You could use any word style text editor I guess. I use grammarly because it catches some of the stupid mistakes I make. Just make sure you be careful about creating an account and such because I fucked up using the non registered version and lost a lot of WORK when I created an official account and couldn't access any of the stuff I wrote on the browser version. That or never register an account. Although without registering it's all cookies in your browser so that's another issue to contend with I guess.

If you do use grammarly I'd use a backup word editor as well just to save stuff since it can be glitch out on occasion. It does have some nifty features such as word replacement to help you use bigger or more unique words and it catches a lot of grammatical stuff that other word processors miss.

There are special paid features that allow an actual person to proofread your shit but If you're such a brainlet you don't trust your own proofreading I'd study some basic grammar lessons first. Unless you're about to submit actual literary work to a publisher, ya know, at that point a copy editor is understandable but if you're just green texting you're not gonna need that.

I have OC Alp greentext. Want it here or in Alp thread?

>>370159

You’ll receive more (you)s in the dedicated thread. This thread is where writefags hide their hard work behind links, ensuring only one or two anons bother reading.

>>370161

Thank you for the advice. I will do as you suggest.

>>370159

>Alp thread

You'll have to create a new one-the "current" Alp thread reached bump limit.

>>345783

as a Floridian, I can confirm something like that could and probably would happen. Hell, a lot of weird shit happens that never gets told on the news. When I moved out of my apartment, somebody broke in and tried to steal the fucking toilet. Nothing I had left behind or anything, just the toilet. I would only imagine mamono would only help increase the "the fuck?" level.

Polite sage for a rather long, and unrelated post

>>370169

Thank you; new Alp thread up

There should be a monster girl delinquent thread

Greentext not related

>be me

>virginanon

>working late at night for 7/11

>its a pretty quiet night….I sorta like it

>suddenly I hear the bell go off as the door opened

>God dammit not these fuckers again…

>its a bunch of hellhounds,onis,and ushi onis

>they start making a mess due to the sheer size of the ushionis causes shelves filled with snacks to fall over

>I just put those up….

>suddenly the hell hounds approach the register as the onis begin to grab almost any kind of alchoal they can find

>"welcome…to 7/11 how can I help you"

>"YOU CAN HELP ME BY DROPPING YOUR PA-"

>before they could finish there sentence I would grab a spray bottle and sprayed it towards her

>fuck this isnt the hellhound repellent

>all of the onis,hellhounds and ushi onis look at me

>fast forward two minutes and I'm now locked in the bathroom trying to protect my virginity

>typing to you from the bathroom

>what do I do guys i dont want a broken pelvis

>>370169

I've got to say that I'm pretty disappointed that /chaos/-tier trash like alps are even tolerated here

>>370316

>there should be a monster girl delinquent thread

Then make one

>>370326

Alright

>>370326

There

>>370473

I FUCKED UP HELP

>>370476

Looks like they all got deleted, so you can try again I guess.

>>370479

I'm not gonna risk getting banned for making that thread again

>>370481

I don't think you're going to get banned for a mistake like that since doubleposting has been a problem on this site numerous times in the past; just go ahead and make it a little different when starting it.

>>370482

Call me paranoid but I'm gonna wait a bit before I try again

Alright I'm making the thread again

>Mamono React

>In this video: Fast Food!

>Anubis and Memecat on camera, sitting on a table.

>Sandwan speaks up: "None of this is good to eat, is it?"

>"Well, I´m a verrry bad kitty…"

>Next, Vampire and Demon.

>"You do know we don´t eat food anymore, right?"

>"Oh, sweetie, don´t worry. There´s lots of things to love~"

>First, Burger combo

>Pair of Ushi-oni, and Wyvern pick up burger.

>Ushi inhales it. Wyvern tries to handle burger with talons instead of fingers, but squeezes too hard, and burger contents spill to the floor.

>Wyvern sniffles while Ushi dives to eat the fast food.

>Vampire protests.

>"Ugh, I can feel myself becoming like a peasant the more I look at this. Where is the knife and fork?"

>Demon just makes love to the burger on camera.

>"What do you mean I have to eat it with my hands!?"

>Anubis takes a tentative sip to cola drink.

>"This is so sweet, I can´t drink this."

>"Nya? But you´ll swallow it if it´s rough, don´t you?"

>Sandwan´s nostrils flood with soda.

>Second: Mamma mia, pizza!

> Vampire awkwardly grabs pie.

>"This smell… I don´t want to, but…"

>She takes a dainty bit, and the effects are inmmediate.

>"This sauce has garlic on it! You tried to poison m-"

>Demon takes the oportuunity as Vampire´s mouth is open to shove a whole bag of Garlic Cheese Bread Sticks on there.

>Vampire tries to fight it, but just the seasoning from the bread sticks sticking to her tongue is enough.

>"Om Om, nom. Ooooh… I´m huuungryyy… Sooo hungryyy… Feeeed meee!!"

> She tackles the camera. Sounds of a forced makeout are heard behind it as it falls to the floor. Demon peeks up from the table with a mysterious and smug look.

>She grabs the camera and puts a finger between her lips as moans become louder and louder.

>Video ends.

>>370649

An effort was made/10. Just need it uploaded with the rest of the banners.

>>370649

Nice

>>346043

>4chan

not even once

I'm bored, Anon. Challenge me.

>Provide mamono

>Provide setting

>Provide theme

>No restrictions on the above

>Receive OC greentext

Will be KC canon to the extent that the setting permits

>>370717

>>370716

Think of it like Restaurant to Another World,but with mamono.

>>370716

Let me think

>provide mamono

I've seen very little owl mage greentexts

>provide setting

camping innawoods on a full moon

>provide theme

Mc and his friends are camping and are one by one proactively dated

as for why they're camping, I'll let you decide, same with whether or not the mc gets out with his virginity. And I'm also going to play it safe by saying that the group gets picked off by a variety of mamono, last thing anybody wants is ntr in any form

>>370717

>thiccimora

I am gonna dick her so good those pillowy thighs are spending as much time leg locking me as possible

>>370717

[Thiccmora]

>Be you, normal male kid, only child of a hellhound and human, a real rarity for mamono/man couples..

>Live in Small Town, USA, somewhere in the middle of flyover country.

>Family owns a small restaurant/bar combo on main street, the Bork and Wan. Used to be a biker bar called the Wan-Wan Club. Now it caters mostly to local farmers and their families, other locals, and occasional travelers just passing through.

>Restaurant is downstairs, you live upstairs.

>Have to help the fam as soon as your old enough to wash a dish. Don’t mind doing it though, everyone is nice and Ma and Pop really seem to appreciate the help.

>Routine starts to change around middle school. You can do food prep now, and even cook as long as it’s something simple like using the fryer, and pour beer.

>Easy enough days, wake up, shower, dress, go downstairs, meet Bob (everyone calls him Cookey) and Emile (you called her Auntie), do meal prep, then off to school.

>Sometimes their daughter and your best friend Sarah comes along, too. Almost like the sister you didn’t have, been showing up more and more recently to help. Pop pays her a minimum wage when she does. She likes to clean, like her mom, and waits tables after school while you help tend the bar.

>You and Sarah walk to school from the restaurant most days. Miss it the few times when you don’t. Saves her family from making an extra trip to drop her off. They just drive to the restaurant with her and when you guys are done for the morning, you both head off together.

>You’re not stupid; she keeps other mamono off your back. Having Sarah with you on the way to, during, and after school is a Godsend.

>Your classmates were becoming ‘that age’ where they were starting to take interests in boys. There weren’t enough males to go around, so best practice for them was to lock one in early.

>This is made even worse by the older girls, and even some teachers, who were still single.

>Sarah makes you pretty much immune to proactive dating.

>Being a Kikimora like her mother, Auntie, she’s far from intimidating compared to the dragons, minotaurs, and the endless number of other large and impressive mamono. It didn’t matter though, because a claim was a claim and they all respected it. Apparently, they all thought you were hers and you weren’t about to argue.

>Not that you would have minded being proactively dated, exactly, but having your future locked in with someone you hardly knew by age thirteen wasn’t something you wanted. The restaurant will be yours one day, and what if your bride to be was a career minded mamono who wanted to move to the big city and travel? You’d probably have to sell it for her sake.

>Didn’t matter anyway.

>Summer junior year of high school.

>One night after some really good tips both at the tables and the bar, you start talking about future plans with Sarah.

>Had the idea that she’d be there forever, running the restaurant with you. Took it for granted, really. Just assumed it. Talked about expansion, menu ideas, whatnot. Apparently, so she had the same ideas.

<”But one thing, Anon, what happens when I get married? I’d have to take care of my husband. I’m not sure I could stay working at the bar then.”

>Don’t want to lose the best worker in the place, or the time you spend with the best friend who was almost like a sister.

>’Almost’ being the key word.

>You definitely don’t like the idea of your childhood friend in the arms of another man.

“Well what if we got married? You and me? We could stay working together then, right?”

>She softly smiles, like some faggot cat whose plans had all just come together. There’s also a fire in her eyes; can only see it because you’ve known her since forever.

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<”That’s perfect, Anon, and our parents will absolutely love it. I’ll tell them right away.”

>Can’t tell her not to at this point. Honestly, you don’t WANT to tell her not to. If you had to make a list of all the people you’d want to marry right now, it would have only one name on it. Sarah.

>Can’t possibly fathom anyone else even making that list, ever, let alone surpassing her.

>Better go engagement ring shopping.

>Congratulations, you’re the only person in the history of ever whose premarital relations at the point of engagement consisted of nothing more lewd than handholding.

>Fifteen years later.

>The Bork and Wan has done really, really well, especially with the decor shifted to a medieval tavern theme, like something out of a renaissance festival. It’s a huge hit with the locals and farmers, both human and mamono. The see it as a touch of old world class, not the fancy gimmick that it is.

>Have to wear stupid ‘period appropriate’ uniforms though, but it’s cool. Big fireplace, armor against the walls, animal heads, swords, tapestries, the whole nine yards.

>Turns out one suit of armor and a sword were alive. The former moved to Cincinnati, the later works for you now while her husband fixes cars in the shop one block over.

>Both your parents have opened another location in the gentrified center of Olde Towne in Monster Girl City that they run along with a shog named Sonia and a couple of werewolf girls.

>Sarah’s folks have franchised a location that they run with their nieces and a Raiju bartender named Leslie.

>You and Sarah bought out and run the original location together with your daughter Audra.

>Audra takes more after you than her mother, unfortunately. She likes working in the restaurant, but calls out ‘sick’ whenever she wants to hang with a guy friend named Jake.

>Jokes on her. You know his parents, Steve and Jessica, well.

>Let them both, along with their daughters and Jake, run up a tab a while back when they were having hard times at their farm.

>A drought had had Steve and soldier beetle waifu Jessica on the ropes. Were considering selling out to mega-farm conglomerate. Basically gave them as much home-cooked food for them and their young family as they wanted.

>Forgave their tab.

>Great deal on farm-fresh eggs, corn, chicken, and pork from then on.

>Now Audra has been hanging with Jake. It’s fine, but you’re losing your minimum wage daughteru and teaching her she can skip out on her duties for boys.

>Not too concerned about it, except Kiki waifu Sarah is VERY unhappy with daughteru shirking her duties.

>Doesn’t say much about it, usually…

>Until waifu gets call from daughteru. Turns to you.

<”Guess what that little feather-duster of yours told me?! She’s not going to be able to work three till close like she promised! Again! She’ll never make anyone happy at this point! I’m so tired of her antics…”

>To a Kiki, ‘feather-duster’ is basically the worst racial slur you could imagine. Guess it’s okay that waifu said it, cause it’s their word.

“What’s she doing instead? Meeting with Jake again?”

<”Of course. I understand, but… Honestly, disregarding one’s responsibilities is the exact OPPOSITE of how one lands a good husband.”

>Have sudden inspiration.

>Call Steve and Jessica. Offer free meals at The Bork and Wan to Jake and any of his friends that afternoon as a ‘date night’ for all the kids.

>Normally emotionless Jessica is ecstatic and Steve is naturally on board. Would rather see his son with a nice girl than being rapebait, ‘married’ against his consent in some dirty school unisex bathroom to an ushi named ‘Max’ with a piercings and a band tattoo on her tit.

>Not sure if it will work, but think it might. Jake has always liked your family restaurant. Even suspect he may be closet /tg/ d20 aficionado and uses your place for inspiration.

>Sure enough, later that afternoon, Jake comes in with Kiki daughteru quietly behind, tail between her legs.

>She’s not comfortable coming to her own family’s restaurant with a boy, but Jake clearly loves the place, still remembers it. Just the two of them though; no other friends. Suspect soldier-mom might have changed the story to make certain that was the case. Less witnesses, but that’s fine.

>Daughteru is probably scared as hell you’ll embarrass her.

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>Pair grab a table. It’s showtime.

>Few men waiting tables and serving drinks at Bork and Wan locations, mostly due to the fact that mamono outnumber men about five to one.

>Men’s uniforms look like bards from DnD minus the lute. Women’s uniforms look like classic German barmaids, wearing an outfit called a ‘dirndl.’ Green dress, low-cut frilly white blouse, bright green apron. Yours at the Bork and Wan are accented with large buttons and a leather corset worn on the outside.

>Not that your Kiki wife needed it. She still had the hourglass figure from her youth, but with maybe a few extra pounds in all the right places since your first child.

>Thighs, butt, and especially breasts had become even better, more ample. Not fat, by any means, but definitely enough to squeeze and hold on to.

>As for the low cut of the drindl, well, her cup runneth over. Another inch and you’re restaurant would become eighteen and over only.

>You decide it’s time for you to take a break and grab a table next to daughteru and her friend.

>Audra is wide-eyed, the fear of the inevitable upon her. Jake says hi and waves.

>You wave back, then summon the help.

“Oh bar wench! Oh bar wench! I would like to place my order, please!”

>Bar wench waifu comes, all smiles, notepad and pencil in her hands. Woman is practically bouncing out of her top.

<”Oh what can I do for you, master? Would master like to start with a refreshment? Some mead, perhaps?”

“That would be delightful, bar wench! A flagon of mead and a shank of roast pork!”

>Other patrons are turning to look at your loud ‘Ye Olde Englishe’ speaking ass. Most know it’s you and your wife and are getting a kick out of it.

>Sarah knows exactly what’s going on, and loving every second of it.

<”Of course, Sire, anything for you!”

>You firmly smack Sarah’s rump loud enough for Jake and daughteru to hear.

>Waifu giggles, saying she’ll have to charge you extra and winking.

>Naturally, you say.

>You point to Jake and Audra.

“And take the young master’s order as well! Anything they want shall be on the house!”

<”So generous and noble of you, Sire!”

>Waifu turns to daughteru’s table. Audra is trying to hide behind a menu, while Jake looked incredibly amused.

>You liked this kid before, but now you could almost see him as part of the family.

>Sarah takes a step to her daughteru’s table. Audra slaps down her menu.

<”I’ll get it, mom.”

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>Sarah smiles sweetly.

<”Okay, let’s get changed, sweetie.”

>Waifu and daughteru head to employee break room. Come back out a few minutes later.

>Daughteru is wearing her drindl, complete with employee name tag. She doesn’t fill it out as nearly as nicely as her mother, but Jake seems to appreciate it quite a bit.

>Sarah heads to the bar to get my mead. Audra takes Jake’s order.

>She’s trying to seem uncomfortable, but she isn’t fooling anyone. Her tail is wagging a mile a minute and her ears are almost completely forward.

<”Um, good afternoon, Master, my name is Audra. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

>From then on, Jake came back every chance he got to see daughteru work.

>>370736

Tomorrow, good Sir, it shall be done. It's bedtime in my timezone right now.

>>370762

There is an easter-egg in here pertaining to another thread, and I include it with the utmost respect and humor.

>>370769

I thought I saw a few, but could you point them out for us folks who don’t get a chance to read everything /monster/ puts out?

>>370762

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>>370766

This is the good stuff anon! Great job!

>>370769

Did Steve and Jessica meet at a party where Steve was considering an agriculture degree from the nearby college? :^)

>>370716

>Provide mamono

Yeti

>Provide setting

Modern day, college/work

>theme

Anon has an order upbringing, so avoids monstergirls. When he has minor financial issues the and a yeti who likes him is starving for cuddles she offers to pay him for services rendered

>>370716

>Provide mamono

Lizardman

>Provide setting

Modern day

>Provide theme

Difficulty finding a husband who puts up a good duel when swords are outdated.

>>370850

>reverse compensated hugging

Wew lad

>>370872

Looking forward to this one

>Be you, a recently single guy. Bitch of a GF just broke up.

>Buddies say they never liked her much. Told your ass that they always thought she was no good for you and probably cheating. Didn’t say it at the time because they thought you wouldn’t listen.

>They were probably right on all counts.

>Think she was way too flirty with other guys, claims she was just being nice, posting all kinds of slutty pics on Insta and FB, dudes you don’t even know commenting, seems to be busy a lot of the time on weekends.

>Good riddance. Let some Chad blow his money and his wad on her. Not your problem now.

>Still though, miss having someone to fuck and cuddle, even if it was fake.

>Buddies Chris and Drew decide to take you camping for a week. Jump at the chance. You always love that sort of thing, but GF never wanted to spend ten seconds without phone signal.

>Chris parks his old Jeep Cherokee at the trailhead. Three of you ruck up and make the hike.

>Trail is a long one. Its roughly six hours hike to the first campsite, then another eight hours to the next and so on. Plan is to spend all week hiking during the day from site to site, setting up camp each afternoon when you arrive, breaking camp in the morning.

>Have some dry good for food, natural springs for water at a couple of the sites. You’ll be a lot skinnier by the end of the week, but that’s probably a good thing.

>By the end of the week, you should make it to the next trailhead where another friend will be waiting to drive back to the Jeep.

>Day one, make it to the first site near sunset, sweaty and tired. Take a break before setting up camp.

>Chris pulls out phone. He’s almost as bad as your ex. “Hey Drew, you got signal? I got an emergency alert on my phone… Just before we started hiking, I think. I want to see if there’s any news about it.”

>Drew pulls out his phone, says, “Huh, no, no way we’ll get signal out here. Barely had it before we parked. I got the same alert though. What about you, Anon, any signal?”

>Doubt it. You’ve got a garbage tier carrier. You hadn’t had any signal since the Waffle House you guys ate at on the drive to the trailhead this morning.

“Nah, I got nothing.”

>But you do notice your phone will be out of juice soon. Drew has a solar charger, somewhere in his pack, but it won’t matter until you get some signal at the next trailhead a week from now.

>You also see that you got the same alert

’EMERGENCY ALERT - This Is A Nationwide Alert. Go Indoors Immediately. Remain Indoors Until Further Notice. IF YOU SEE A BLUE DISC OF LIGHT, RUN TO COVER IMMEDIATELY AND REMAIN STILL! This Is Not A Drill. Stand By For More Alerts And Information On The Nature Of The Emergency.’

>”Did you guys read this?” Chris asks, “What the heck are blue light discs? Some kind of weapon? Like we’re being bombed with glowing frisbees?”

>You chuckle, think it might be some kind of weird weather thing, like ball lightning.

>”Fuckin’ weird,” Chris agrees, “What do we do?”

>You look around. It’s getting dark. Thankfully, you don’t see any blue discs anywhere.

“We might want to call it. Maybe head back to the Jeep.”

>Then again, it is getting dark. You also don’t see any discs.

>”Don’t over react, Anon,” says Drew, “Think about it. Remember that time all of Hawaii got a warning about being nuked? And every other time there’s been some storm warning and the power doesn’t even go out? I think we’ll feel a lot stupider if we head back, hike through the whole night, and have to cancel the entire trip because we lost a day for some FEMA BS trying to cover their asses.”

>Also, if there is some kind of attack, it’s probably a hell of a lot safer up here in the mountains than in the city,” added Chris.

>Couldn’t fault that logic. If you’d been in Hawaii when the erroneous message went out that the Norks were nuking you, you’d have felt a lot safer camping on the slopes of Mauna Kea than in Honolulu.

“Yeah, you might be right, buddy. If this is legit, we could be the only survivors. Maybe it’s better we stay out here until this all blows over.”

>”Right, spend the night, hike the trail, go to the next site, have a nice cold pint, and wait for this to all blow over,” says Drew.

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>”That would be so cool if it really was zombies,” says Chris, “Figures that the one chance I get to go zombie hunting and I’m stuck out here.”

“I think if it was zombies, they would have said zombies. It’s probably some weird weather thing or maybe some kind of scientific thing gone wrong or an industrial accident. Might be an attack, but I doubt it. Who’d attack us?”

>”Aliens?” suggested Chris.

>”Even more reason to stay the fuck away from the city,” said Drew.

>You couldn’t argue. More than likely, it was nothing. Certainly not worth ruining this trip for, or worse, heading into the heart of the danger.

>Set up the tents with Drew, while Chris cooks a meager meal of rehydrated beef jerky (homemade, courtesy of Alton Brown) and corn meal.

>Taste good. Something is off though. It’s not like you’ve hiked this trail before, but shouldn’t there be some birds chirping or something? It was late spring, almost summer after all.

>Movement near the ground at the edge of the campsite catches your eye.

<”Mrrroww!”

>Jump half a foot off your ass when you hear it.

>Drew is just as freaked out, almost does a combat roll.

>Turn around, Chris is laughing you both.

>He’s feeding some of his jerky to a lanky orange cat.

>Cat meows again, softer, pawing for more at Chris’ knee.

>Chris is still laughing, “That alert must’ve freaked you guys the fuck out. How the fuck is a cat gonna scare you guys like that?”

“I wasn’t expecting it, dumbass. Who the fuck finds a fucking cat in the woods?”

>”I dunno,” says Chris, “I saw her wondering around the edge of the woods when I was cooking. Offered her some food and she gobbled it right up. Poor thing must have been hungry. She’s so skinny…”

>Drew corrected him, “She’s not skinny, she’s normal. You can’t tell cause all your animals end up as fatasses.”

>Agree with Drew. No collar, but this cat obviously had an owner. You’ve seen feral cats before, and this sure as shit wasn’t one.

“It’s definitely got an owner somewhere. Probably hiking with it when it got lost. We should take it with us and turn it in to a shelter when we get back. It’s way too friendly around people to not be someone’s pet.”

>Cat is rubbing its cheeks on Chris’ leg now, a sign that is was marking its scent on him.

>Chris decides to pick it up and put it in his lap, where it curled into a ball. The guy resumes eating, holding his metal all-purpose bowl over the cat while he eats.

>”I think she likes me,” says Chris, petting the cat between bites, “If no one claims her, I think I’ll just keep her.”

>Cat’s purring like a small diesel motor.

>Know damn well that Chris is taking the lazy orange interloper directly home after this. Some poor kid will be out his or her kitty. Better than having it get eaten by an hawk or wolf, you figure.

>”Hey look at this,” says Chis.

>The guy is holding up the cat’s tail, waving it. Nothing special about- Whoa. The cat had two tails.

>”Some kind of mutant kitty,” says Drew. “Don’t see that every day. I think it’s a cat thing. You find a lot with extra claws and toes and stuff.”

>”I’ll call her Twofus,” says Chris.

>The cat gives a short meow, almost like she heard the name and didn’t like it.

>Bedtime.

>Be in the large tent, trying to get some sleep.

>Was worried about nothing before, animal sounds have returned. Sounds of owls hooting and even the high-pitched squeaking of bats makes you feel comfy again.

>Fall asleep.

>Next day was much like the first.

>Legs and feet tired as heck. Chris has it worse, but you don’t feel bad for the guy. Decides on his own he’s gonna carry an extra twelve pounds of cat on his shoulders. Twofus wants to ride on him, around his neck like a gym towel, and he’s too much of a softy to make the critter walk.

>Nothing really eventful happens on the trail until about halfway to the next site.

>All phones ping. We must be in a signal area.

>Sure enough, there’s one bar of signal each and a fresh emergency alert.

>Without even bothering to read it, Chris tries to make a call. Look of disappointment is on his face.

>”I just tried texting,” says Drew, “Nothing. I think the towers might be jammed… That’s probably not a good sign.”

>“But we just got an alert,” says Chris.

>”Yeah, those are Cell Broadcast alerts,” explains Drew, “They broadcast to every cell in range. The tower isn’t trying to deal with fifty thousand calls going through it, just one priority signal it pushes out. Good in emergencies when high cellular and data traffic jams everyone up.”

“It’s been a full day… What could be going on that still has everyone trying to call? I don’t like this.”

>You read through the new alert with Chris and Drew.

>It makes almost no sense.

’EMERGENCY ALERT - This Is A Nationwide Alert. Remain Indoors Until Further Notice. DO NOT APPROACH UNUSUAL OR UNKNOWN WOMEN! If A Woman Or Girl You Know Appears Or Behaves In An Unusual Manner, DO NOT APPROACH HER. In All Cases, Leave The Area Immediately And Seek Help From MALE EMERGENCY RESPONDERS ONLY. If Male Emergency Responders Are Unavailable, Seek Cover And Remain Still. This Is Not A Drill. Stand By For More Emergency And Information On The Nature Of The Emergency.’

>What the fuck is this even about? First glowing blue discs and now… women?

>”Sounds like a virus that only affects females,” says Drew.

>“But how in the heck is that related to the blue discs?” asks Chris.

“Maybe it was an attack. Some kind of biological weapon. Those discs could be like a carrier. But I don’t get the part about the light…”

>”Could be portals and we’re being invaded by alien women,” says Chris, “Maybe there are orange portals on the other side.”

>”Nah, it said ‘women you know’ not just ‘unusual women’,” says Drew, “It’s probably some kind of virus. Released on accident or on purpose, doesn’t matter which. Or a chemical spill that reacts with estrogen or something.”

>”What do we do?” asks Chris.

“Keep going, I guess. There’re no women out here, so we’re not in any danger. When we get back, this’ll all have blown over. Or it’s just someone fucking with the emergency alert system.”

>”Yeah, and we’ll just have to wait for the next alert and see what it says,” adds Drew.

>”What about- what about my mom and my sister? And you guys’ families? You think they’ll be okay?”

>Notice he didn’t say anything about wives or girlfriends. You lot didn’t have any.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. And honestly, there’s not much we can do about some virus. We’d probably just make things worse. If something is making women go crazy, do you really want to put yourself in harms way? Madison would feel terrible if she got cured only to learn she’s stabbed her big brother in the guts.”

>Chris looked even more worried.

>”Then my dad…”

“Will be fine. Madison is ten and your mom is five foot nothing. If they’re even infected, which they aren’t.”

>Keep hiking, a little more freaked out now.

>Just like yesterday, make camp and eat chow like normal.

>Have fun discussing zombie outbreak and end-of-the-world scenarios.

>All of you guys get into it. A part of you even wants whatever nonsense this is to be real, just fucking cause, though you really don’t want anyone getting hurt.

>Bedtime.

>Twofus is sleeping in Chris’ bag, purring like a little Cummins turbodiesel. The sound helps you fall asleep.

>Wake up in the middle of the night, have to take a piss.

>Bats seem louder now. No other critters making a sound.

>Freaks you out a bit, but you’re the only one worried. Pets are supposed to have a sixth sense about danger, and Twofus is still sound asleep.

>Pissing on a tree, suddenly bats squeaking turns into full-on screeching, almost like yelling.

>Hear the sound of flapping wings, like a flock of pigeons had just taken off. Getting closer and closer.

>Flapping all around you now, so loud its like umbrellas caught in a hurricane. They block out starlight, casting fitful shadows, black against darker black.

>Barely have time to get your dick in your pants and run before the screeching is at your ear, unseen claws tearing at your shirt, the flapping so loud you can’t hear anything else, the wind from their wings beating blows at you like the open window in a speeding car.

>Running, almost back to camp, you trip and fall on a root. They’re on you now.

<”Hoot! Hoo hoo hoot!”

>Dead silence.

>Picking yourself up, you look around. Nothing is out of place. It’s dark, still and dark, and no more moving shadows. The stars are out, the woods are calm, and the embers of the campsite are visible some fifty feet away.

>Notice your savior. A pair of large glowing eyes in a tree. Or maybe they weren’t so large, just closer than you thought. Couldn’t tell, exactly… Depth perception was terrible at night and the eyes were bright enough that you couldn’t make out the body they were attached to.

>Give the eyes a friendly wave.

“Thank you, Miss Owl. I owe you one.”

>Big owl blinks once, almost like acknowledging your thanks. It doesn’t leave, you notice. It just stays there, eyes fixed on you, watching you…

>You stare back…

>Interesting eyes…

>Stunningly beautiful eyes…

>The eyes shift slightly, like she’s about to-

>A hand slaps on your back and you jump.

>It’s Chris, he looks worried. Twofus is at his feet, rubbing up against him like he’s made of catnip.

>Turn back to Miss Owl, but the eyes are gone.

>”Where’ve you been, Anon?! We were worried!”

“What do you mean? I just went to take a piss is all.”

>”For an hour?!”

“An hour? There’s no way its been that long.”

>”It has. When we heard a bunch of screeching, Drew and I got up. Saw you weren’t in the tent. We’ve been looking all around for you. Thought you might have ended up like those missing campers in Siberia from Unsolved Mysteries.”

“Damn, buddy, it was just some bats. And there’s nothing unsolved about some guys who went crazy, ditched their clothes, and disappeared into the woods. It happens when you go hypothermic.”

>“Well? It could have happened to you!”

“Doubt it, it’s seventy degrees out.”

>”Just… We were worried is all. This emergency has us freaked out, then you go missing for an hour…”

“I don’t think it was an hour.”

>Chris yelling at you has gotten Drew’s attention, now he’s coming over to probably yell at you more.

>”We’ve been looking for an hour, Anon, what the fuck happened?”

>You shake your head. Had it really been an hour since they heard the bats?

“I just got up to take a piss. I think I must have wandered into a flock of bats cause they started screeching at me and flying all around, attacking. Lucky for me, and owl scared them off. She really saved my ass. Had the most interesting eyes.”

>”Huh. How do you know the owl was a female?” Drew asks.

>How DID you know? You don’t know, not really. Couldn’t even see her, but she just seemed like a female.

“Eh, I guess I don’t know for sure.”

>The three of you head back to the camp. It seemed a lot further away than you remembered. Twofus is riding shotgun on Chris’ shoulder. The little bugger idly waved it tails, turning the tips inward and outward, sometimes making the shape of a heart.

>The cat had no balls that you could see. Maybe it wa a female too. Something occurred to you.

“You think those bats were all female also? Maybe they attacked cause they got hit with that virus. They’re carriers of a lot of diseases…”

>”It’s possible,” said Drew.

>”I dunno,” said Chris, “Twofus seems perfectly normal.”

“Maybe she hasn’t been hit with the virus yet.”

>”Maybe,” says Chris. He pulls Twofus off his shoulder, then tucks the cat under his shirt. Looks like he’s pregnant. “I’ll just have to keep her safe, then.”

>Next day, more hiking.

>Nothing special. No more alerts. Things probably blowing over if there was anything at all.

>Get to the next site. Same routine. Make camp. Fix food. Shoot the shit.

>Can’t stop thinking about those owl’s eyes though.

>And the missing time.

>And those eyes.

>Decide maybe you shouldn’t look into them again if you ever see them. Reminds you of how people say snakes hypnotise their prey by looking into their eyes right before they strike.

>Not sure that an owl could even hurt you, or would ever try, but it’s not worth the risk with all the weird shit going down.

>Bedtime.

>This time Chris has to use the bathroom.

>Hear him getting up. Also hear squeaking in the distance. Nothing from Miss Owl or anything else. Think back to the bats from last night. Remind him to be careful.

>Chris nods and heads out of the tent, Twofus following behind like she belonged there.

>Guess she had to go, too. Better than getting catpiss in the tent.

>Close your eyes for a few minutes.

>Chris comes back in, that fucking two-tailed cat following right along, into his sleeping bag like she owned it.

>Drew is up too, awoke from the noise.

>”Any issues with those bats out there?” he asks.

>”Psh, nope,” replies Chris, “They’re squeaking around in the trees a bit, but that’s what bats do.”

>Seems to satisfy Drew. He heads out the tent, presumably also to take a piss.

>Close your eyes for a few minutes.

>Screaming tears you from your sleep.

>The screeching, screeching is everywhere. Flapping wing beats sound like they’re just outside your tent.

>And the screaming, dear god, you can hear Drew screaming for bloody murder.

>”No! Please! No! Help Me! No! Aaahhhhhhh! Ahh! Ahh! Aaahhhhh!”

>Fumble about as you and Chris tear your sleeping bags off, wide eyed.

>Get you lock-blade knife out, Chris sees you and does the same thing.

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>Grab a hold of the zipper on the tent. Prepare to charge.

>Yank zipper down and storm into the darkness.

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>Get about ten feet before you realize there’s nothing out of the ordinary going on around you.

>No more sounds, either.

>No bats, no Drew.

>Chris is just as dumbfounded as you; stoops to pick up Twofus when she ambles out. Couldn’t blame him. With those bats around, you kinda wanted a woobie to hold on to also.

“Drew? Drew?! You here, buddy?!”

>Chris calls out his name as well. Nothing. No sound. No bats. Not even that owl.

>Look around everywhere, calling out his name, don’t see a trace of the guy.

>”Fuck! Anon!” Chris calls to you.

>Run over to the guy, almost falling over yourself as tree branches smack you in the face on the way to him.

>He’s pointing to the ground.

>Oh fuck.

>On the ground are Drew’s clothes. Looks like he practically shredded them, taking them off so fast. Or maybe that was the bats, remembering how those claws pulled at your shirt.

>No, he definitely did this himself. Bats couldn’t do to his clothes what you’re seeing. The buttons are popped off the guy’s shirt, like he had ripped it open like the Incredible Hulk. Zipper is down on his pants. He had slept fully dressed; his belt is neatly undone too.

>”The Siberian campers…” whispers Chris, “This IS like the missing Siberian campers…”

>You shake your head. That had been something called Paradoxical Undressing, when people go crazy and think they’re hot when they’re really freezing to death. It happens almost every time someone succumbs to hypothermia.

“Can’t be. He was out of the sleeping bag for just a few minutes before this happened, and its plenty warm in the tent, and out here too. There’s just no way.”

>”Maybe something else got those Russian campers, and now its here.”

>He hugs his cat tight while she purrs along as if nothing of note was happening. Fucking faggot cat.

>More likely it’s the virus. Some weird shit happens across the nation, weird shit happens here too. Occam’s Razor: they’re connected. Infected bats go crazy, infect Drew, Drew goes crazy too. Maybe infected females become dangerous and attack while infected males become scared and run.

>You tell Chris as much, and he seems to agree.

>Now you’ve got a butt-ass naked friend running through the woods that you have to track down.

>Spend all night searching together and come up with nothing.

>Daybreak, still searching.

>Break camp, then eat while searching.

>No cell signal, no more alerts. Still searching.

>Enough waiting out whatever is going on in the wider world. Your friend is missing and is going to need some serious help soon. He’ll be okay against exposure at this time of year, but there are still a few predators like bears around. Not to mention he’d probably lost his mind.

>Decide to make a run for it back to the Jeep. Run is a relative term. It’s still going to take one full day and a half to get back to there, hiking through the night with no stopping.

>Decide to abandon all your gear at the site. Worse case, some through-hikers, or forest hobos as you call them, can have the stuff. Best case, each site is clearly labeled on every trail map and you can eventually hike out here again to pick it up.

>Take only water and knives with you.

>Chris smuggles some jerky for Twofus anyway; says she needs it.

>Make for the Jeep with all due haste. It’s much easier going without the gear. So worried for your friend at this point and you aren’t even hungry, even though you’ve been on starvation rations.

>Right about the spot on the trail you were the last time you had cell service, phone pings again.

’EMERGENCY ALERT - This Is A Nationwide Alert. To All Remaining Unaffected Persons. DO NOT APPROACH OR ALLOW THE APPROACH OF ANY FEMALE PERSONS WITH VISIBLE ANIMAL OR OTHER MONSTROUS DEFORMITIES. You Will Be Attacked And Affected By The Sickness. There Is No Known Treatment At This Time. Emergency Responders Will Be Unable To Assist If Affected. Remain Indoors, Seek Cover, And Segregate Into Groups By Sex if Possible.’

>Still can’t get through with text or cell, let alone data.

>Seems to confirm your suspicions. This was some biological incident, maybe a new type of disease. It also seems like only females were attacking but males could be affected too. Lord only knew what kind of pandemonium must be going on out there.

>Nightfall comes. Still hiking, making good time. Thankfully, the bats were nowhere to be heard from.

<”Hoot hoo. Hoot hoo.”

>Stop and turn to the sound.

“Huh. Miss Owl is back.”

>Chris stops next to you. “How do you know it’s the same one?”

>You think for a moment. How do you know?

“I dunno. I just know. It’s her.”

>Peer into the darkness.

<”Hoo hoo! hoot hoot hoo.”

>The second call lets you zero in on her perch. Finally spot those eyes in the distance.

>Those beautiful eyes…

>Feel a hand on your shoulder.

>Those eyes though…

>”Hey, Anon, lets get moving.”

>Think you hear Chris talking to you.

>”Anon, let’s get…already. What’s got…so interested? Stop…you’re…me out.”

>They blink slowly, welcoming you.

>Feel like something might be shaking your shoulder. It doesn’t matter. Only those eyes matter.

>”…damn…Anon! Stop…at…that…! We…to…moving…! If…..then………die……!”

>Fall to the ground, reflexes sending your arms up to brace your fall.

>Head stings, think you might have been hit. Look up to see Chis standing over you, clenching his fist. Yup.

“What the fuck happened? What’d you hit me for?”

>”Dude! You’ve been staring into the woods for the last twenty minutes! Then you starting walking away like a zombie! I think… I think you might be infected.”

>Twenty minutes… You weren’t going to deny it. It felt like a couple of seconds, but time had been playing tricks on you recently, since those bats had clawed at you. And you certainly don’t remember walking anywhere.

>It made sense, too. Like all illnesses, this one would certainly affect different people at different rates. Maybe Drew’s onset was sudden and severe while your would be slow and lingering. Who knew.

“Yeah, you might be right. Let’s just get back before I start taking my clothes off. No one wants to see that.”

>You both chuckle, but it’s forced. Tense. Chris helps you up. See the fear in his eyes.

>”I don’t want to be alone out here, Anon,” he says, “I don’t… I’m not good on my own. I’d get lost easy… Wouldn’t know what to do. I’m scared. I’m really, really scared.”

>Your heart goes out to him, far more worried for his sake than for yourself. You could deal with running around crazy and naked until some dudes in biohazard suits tracked you down. You couldn’t deal with seeing your buddy like this though.

“You won’t be completely alone. You’ve still got Twofus.”

>Even as you say it, you look around for the cat always wrapped around his shoulders or in his shirt.

>Shit, look all around your feet but you don’t see her. Damn cat went AWOL right when her new owner needed her the most.

>He’s looking around too. Almost hyperventilating, hands plowing through his hair as he scans the ground.

<”Don’t be scared! You’ll never be alone again.”

>Eyes shoot up just in time to see a pair of large clawed paws wrap around Chris’ chest from behind.

>Only catch a glimpse of a fanged smile over Chris’ shoulder, a flash of white teeth as he’s pulled into the darkness from behind. He doesn’t even have time to make a sound, just a look of terror crossing his face before the black void of darkness consumes him.

>A scream sounds off in the distance, almost too far from the trail for something moving on foot and carrying a body. Then silence.

<”Hoot hoo. Hoot hoo.”

>Miss Owl is back. Don’t look at her. Just run.

>Run until you heart is pounding out of your chest. Run until your sides hurt and you taste copper in your mouth. Run until your legs are burning, your feet are hurting, and there’s nothing keeping your going but pure pain.

>Run until you realize that Chris had the keys to the Jeep in his pocket.

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>Decide to take a seat, back against a tree. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you wait for the inevitable madness to take hold.

>What was that thing that took Chris? You imagination? Something real? A girl with the monstrous deformities the alerts had mentioned?

>Maybe you were going mad… How would you even know? You had just run off into the darkness… Just like Drew had done. Maybe you only thought you saw something, like Drew must have thought he saw something that scared him. Maybe Chris was back on the trail, all alone, terrified out of his mind after having not one, but two of his friends run off into the night. Scary when you couldn’t even trust your own mind anymore.

>”Hooooot hoo. Hoo hoo hoo.”

>Miss Owl. She was closer now. Much closer.

>Close your eyes. Don’t look for her.

>Scream into the night’s sky.

“What do you want!?”

<”Just to talk. For now.”

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>Take a deep breath. Sounds like a woman’s voice, erudite and polished accent. Doesn’t seem mean or even a little hostile. Talk to her then. Might actually be talking to yourself, but you’ve got nothing better to do at the moment.

>Get to your feet. Stand like a man. Keep eyes closed.

“Are you real?”

<”As real as you are, Darling.”

“That doesn’t help when I’m losing my mind.”

<”Ah, Descartes. I knew you were the right choice.”

“I’m afraid to ask what it is you’ve chosen me for.”

<”Look at me, Darling.”

“No.”

<”My eyes, you’re scared of them now. I understand that, but it’s unwarranted. We lose ourselves in each others’ gaze, but there’s nothing to fear in there. Never was, never will be.”

“Not happening”

>Eyes screwed shut, you feel… something… gently glide across your cheek down to your chin. Feathers? A wing? Maybe a clawed finger too?

>You hadn’t heard a single sound except her voice. If this was indeed Miss Owl, not only was she large enough to lift your chin with a wing as thick as a forearm, but she could move completely silently. It probably meant she was all in your head.

<”I’ll keep my eyes on the ground while we talk. I promise.”

>You wanted to believe her.

“What will I see when I open my eyes? What do you look like? A monster?”

<”It depends on how you define monster. I suppose I am one. I’m a kind of harpy. Do you know what that is?”

>You don’t. Shake your head.

<”I look very much like a human woman, but with wings instead of arms, talons instead of feet, and some feathers here and there. Nothing too frightful.”

“Do you have a beak?”

>Soft full lips press gently against yours, then separate away slowly.

>You swallow hard.

“Guess not.”

>She giggles. It sounds nice. Disarming, even.

“I’m opening my eyes now.”

<”Go ahead”

>What you see is amazing. As described, but so much more. A woman with a stunning body, full breasts, thighs just the right amount of thickness, a face that said early twenties with an expression that spoke of much greater maturity. Light brown hair to her chin, standing maybe five foot six to five foot eight. She did indeed have wings that might have doubled for arms, but with a span much, much greater. Her feathers were brown and mottled like a barn owl, and two feathered tufts adorned the sides of her head. Her feet were dark talons, each tipped with an obsidian claw as long as your hand. Though closed, you could tell her eyes were just on the large side of normal. Unusual, since you could swear they looked much bigger when open.

>Also, she appeared to be wearing a white blouse and red necktie.

“Are you one of those affected women? The ones that are attacking everyone? That took Chris?”

>Her eyes opened, but remained fixed at the ground, as promised.

<”We are called mamono, and yes, I am one of them. I am not like most of them, but I am one of them.”

“What do you all want? Why are you attacking?”

<”It may sound strange, but we’re lonely. We seek companionship, nothing more. We do not ever hurt men… We can’t. But some of us are more… assertive than others. It’s just our nature.”

“You mean that creature that took Chris just wanted to talk?”

<”Yes, and more. Just like the ones that took your other friend last night.”

>Suddenly, it made sense. Drew didn’t run away scared, he was taken by these mamono that were attacking everyone. They had tried to take you, too, but…

“You scared them off me. You stopped them from getting me. Why? Why save me from being taken but not him?”

>Bringing a wing up to cover her mouth, she laughed softly. It looked cute, honestly.

<”Save you? You misunderstand. I didn’t save you from being taken. I wanted to take you for myself. And we’re done talking now.”

>Eyes open wide in fear when the realization hits.

>She glances up, bright eyes boring into your soul.

>Last thing you remember is the crush of soft feathers.

>Don’t even remember flying.

>About a week later.

>Still in Karen’s ‘love nest’.

>It’s not so bad. Comfy down lining, just large enough to really stretch out.

>Can’t really get down from this height, but Karen brings you take-out from a couple different places in town. Resist the urge to point out the irony of eating KFC with owl-harpy waifu.

>Find out that she’s possibly the most educated person you’ve ever met. Was the youngest person ever granted tenure at an ivy-league equivalent where she’s from.

>Strangely, she seems almost as familiar with the arts and sciences from your world.

>Her people had been using magic to peer into different dimensions for some time. Eventually, someone called the Demon Lord was able to use it to help them cross over.

>She hadn’t lied. Her people were all women. Something had happened to the men and they really were just looking for husbands now. Though mamono were biologically immortal, being immune to age and illness, they could still fall victim to accidents. Something had to be done or their population would eventually dwindle. After some proactive convincing, you were happy to help.

>Karen lands next to you, as silent as ever, a bag of gas station sandwiches and two twenty-ounce bottles of Coca-Cola falling into your lap.

>She promises she’ll let you down to head into town yourself, eventually, once she’s sure she’s pregnant. Until then, she’s pounding you like a sperged out kid on a trampoline whenever you aren’t eating or sleeping. It’s a wonder even this giant oak tree is still standing.

>Phone pings.

’EMERGENCY ALERT - This Is A Nationwide Alert. the emergency has ended and everything is fine now. all guys and girls too should go on with life as normal. There’s nothing to worry about. to any unmarried and single dudes, please report immediately to the nearest male reintegration center to be reunited with your concerned loved ones. anyone who sees or knows about any single dudes should notify local authorities immediately so that they can be safely escorted to the nearest male reintegration center. thanks, and have a nice day.’

<”What is it, Anon?”

>Text seems fishy, but you can’t argue with the facts.

“Emergency’s over. Guess everything worked out after all.”

<”Oh, that’s wonderful news. The salamander girl who runs the gas station now, Margaret, and I were just talking about it. So many poor men, hiding out, all alone and scared. Her own husband has just been terrified with all the fear mongering in the media, poor man. Has to keep him on a chain just to stop him from running wild with fright.”

>That reminded you. Maybe with the emergency over, the cell towers have settled down by now. Certainly up in this tree the reception ought to be pretty decent.

>Sure enough, get through to Drew.

>You two exchange pleasantries and reconnect. Turns out, he’s been living in a cave with some werebat sisters, Amber, Anne, Angelica, Amy, Anna, and Ashley.

>He seems kinda out of breath. Seems the sisters had been continuously proactively courting him since they met that night. Even while he ate, slept, and used the bathroom. It wasn’t so much that they were more inatiable than normal mamono, only that there were six of them. Hell, it was Angelica’s turn at the start of the call and Amber’s turn by the end of it.

>All nice girls, really, he insisted.

>Says he talked to Chris a few minutes ago, and to give him a call.

>You do, and find that Chris is doing well, too.

>Twofus’ real name is Lilian, Lily for short. Chris still calls her Twofus, loves how much it annoys her.

<”Tell Anon my name is Lily!”

>Tell him to tell that faggot cat you said hi.

>Was also proactively courted that night, of course.

>Not much has changed for Chris. Still lives in his apartment that he now shares with Twofus.

>After an intense session that night, he ended up carrying her back to his Jeep in the morning as she explained the situation to him. They drove back to his place and resumed life as normal, only after assurances and you and Drew would be just fine.

>Hang up, promise to have Karen fly you by his place once things are settled in here.

>He mentions that Drew had said the same thing with the sisters flying him in. Maybe you guys could all have a reunion cookout or something.

>Agree that it sounds like a great plan before ending the call.

>Snuggle in next to fluffy Owl waifu and take a bite of sandwich.

>Life sure is comfy.

>>370817

Soldier Beetle waifu

Ushi Bulli named Maxine

Faggot cat

Maybe others

>>370848

Yes!

>>370850

Thy will be done.

>>370872

I will have quite a bit of fun with this one.

>>370930

Wonderful read. One suggestion though is to tone down the xyz.file lines, personally I find they break immersion.

><”Just to talk. For now.”

>ERROR_404: sanity not found

in particular was at a crucial point.

Also is twofus pronounces like doofus or two-fu’s?

>>370933

>I find they break immersion

I was thinking exactly this. Honestly, I never liked them at all; I only throw them in because I figured it was part of the greentext style, which is nothing like how I normally write. Chalk it up to inexperience with this format. I think I will omit them all in the future.

>Also is twofus pronounces like doofus or two-fu’s?

I would envision it as rhyming with 'doofus' but feel free to pronounce it however you want.

>>370926

Great story, anon

>>370926

That was a lot of fun. Thanks.

>>370926

Good shit. Inspired me to write my own DotR greentext loosely based on yours

And by loosely based I mean there's portals and a presidential alert and that's it

Expect to maybe see some of it eventually

>>370948

Be sure to include a hilariously obvious fake "all clear" message.

>>370926

Also like to belatedly add that I liked the use of the new owl girl. I felt like it nicely fleshed out KC's thumbnail sketch.

>>370970

Love the story. I was about to start working on this request, but I think I like yours better than what I had planned.

Mind if I take this:

>>370872

I've got one in the works for this request as well.

>>370970

>Mamono

Inari or bunnygirl

>Setting

Modern day, stormy night with lots thunder and lightning

>Theme

CUDDLES, CUDDLES, AND NOTHING BUT CUDDLES

But also rainsoaked fluffy tails.

>>370970

It's not much of a plot, but how about a tomboy kikimora who can only call her master "Boss," working up the courage to call him "Master"?

>>370716

>Provide mamono

Shoggoth college student

>Provide setting

Modern day

>Provide theme

Oblivious Anon agrees to let new roommate pay rent with housework

>>370970

Provide mamono

>ushi oni or hellhound

Provide settings

>Day of r a p e

Plot

>oblivious anon tries to get a new graphics card while the dor is going down

>>371039

Great job, the MC is a piece of shit and the Kiki deserves better. Only now do I notice the monkey paw.

>>371038

>>371039

First MC I’ve seen in a while who is spoiled, petty, evil, utterly unlikable, and barren of soul. Such people exist and are increasing in number as our society becomes sicker. They are quite dangerous to be exposed to for any length of time let alone be partnered with. Suzie needs to run, run fast, and pray that mamono mana’s aversion to true evil also includes the People of the Lie.

>be me

>anti mamono supporter

>come from a 100% human only family

>the reason why is I really don't want a broken pelvis or to be forced in a situation

>anyways I'm on this thread on 8chan

>decide to create a thread that's designed to offend mamono and people

>"danukis are just Jews, hellhounds are basically a black guys in Africa minus the aids,Kikimoras…eh there fine cleaning up our shit but remember If that pussy ain't human then it ain't worth it"

>watch as I almost instantly get 100s of replies

>laugh

>suddenly I hear a banging at my door

>who the fuck would bang on my door at this time

>open it

>suddenly mamonos in swat gear restrain me to the ground while yelling at me

<"STOP RESISTING"

>"FUCK YOU I DI-AGH OW OW YOUR TWISTING MY ARM"

>they slap the handcuffs on me as they search through my computer

>they found thousands of porn with the usage of a condom

>fuck that's illegal to watch now

>hours later get thrown into a jail cell

>Its filled with single males

>after a while there allowed to leave the jail cell while I'm still in there

>fucking bullshit they cant do this to me

Should I continue?

>>371070

Fuck made a mistake

>the reason why I hate monsters is because I dont want a broken pelvis

>>371070

Yes! Keep going!

Man, this reads wrong out of context

>be a pro-life guy.

>My mother killed what I believed to be my brother

>Was able to "talk" with him after being born again

>Did not want to happen to anyone else

>Would carry every aborted child into life if I could

>Sometimes dreamed about a pro-abortion witch successfully "cursing" me to do that, but that's another greentext

>At a rally

>The pro-choice people brought Antifa.

>They have guns

>Pistol-caliber carbines, but guns nonetheless

>The actual neo-nazi who I really didn't want here is using me as a human shield

>I try to reason with him

>Tell him I have nothing against minorities

>Tell him I don't even like identitarian politics of any kind

>Tell him I hate all kinds of bigotry

>He raises his rifle

> can see his eye through the sight

> "Good dog whistle, Nazi," he says coldly.

>Kobold with an "all life is precious" T-shirt shows up and takes the bullet for me.

>Other pro-life mgs show up and stop the commie death squad.

> Look at the kobold.

> She looks alright, even with a bullet in her

> Man 22s are pathetic

> Still thankful for the save

> "Marry me" no! I didn't want to say that yet

> "I'd be happy to!" She exclaims.

>>371086

Very nice! I liked the plot with Marie the Mindflayer, really emphasized just how oblivious the MC is. Alexandra is going to have her hands full (all of them) keeping him out of trouble.

Btw, I want to practice my writing skills, so you can do what some anons did above:

>Provide mamono

>Provide setting

>Provide theme

>Receive OC greentext

>>371113

apsara/unicorn

incel convention

the portals first open/day of the rape

"proactive dating," female feeder/bhm wg

>>371114

>incel

gb2reddit

>>371112

>explain to the Maou how democracy works.

>explain how "open borders" work

>people are still blaming "white people 5 years after the National life Sanctity Act of 2053 is passed by a majority mamono congress.

>>371113

Devil

Modern times

NEET conversion

Include an Idle hands are devils playthings line.

Thank you if you decide to write this.

>>371070 (You)

>>371083

>finally there taking me out of this cell

<"your lawyer is here to see you"

>the officer who seemed to be taking me to my lawyer was a damn dirty monster girl

>"alright fine just dont touch me"

>she grabs my arm anyways before she drags me over to the room my lawyers in

>after she does that the officer leaves me with my lawyer

<"so….anon I dont think I'm able to get you out of this one"

>"wait what but I'm innocent!"

<"not really, since you were caught with some condom porn while also spreading hate speech against mamonos….when exactly are you going to learn that there not going away"

>"IT ISN'T HATE SPEECH IF THERE DAMN DIRTY ANIMALS AND PEOPLE LIKE US SHOULD FORCE THEM TO LEAVE!"

>my lawyer sighs before he began to speak

<"I've heard enough anon it's clear I cant help you if your going to act like this"

>"W-wait you cant do this to me they'll give me a state attorney and there easily bribed by danukis!"

<"they wont need to bribe them with what they got against you"

>and just like that he walked out on me…

>he fucking left me with these damn dirty animals

>that son of a bitch

>after he walked out on me two officers came in and dragged me to my room

>I've been informed that I also have court tomorrow….I need to get out of this situation somehow

>>371126

I think Jimbo fucked something up again, now this site is pretending that I wrote >>371070 .

>>371133

I got this by clicking your post

>>345785 (you)

I got this from manually typing "(you)"

This is either trolling, or some way of denoting that that's his post.

>>371135

I dont think I typed that

Probably a glitch or some shit

>>371115

Now, now just because he used the word incel doesn't mean he's from Leddit. He might be using the term to describe Redditards.

>>371114

> female feeder

>weight gain

Yeah, nah.

Notice I didn't say anything goes. I'll stick with proactive dating.

>Working at your city's largest convention center as a steward

>The worst time of the year as the annual Geek-con is happening

>Every soyboy, virgin loser, pseudo-geek chad, 3DPD nerd-THOT, SJW, and worse are here (think Dragoncon)

>Your boss Susan, a plain, post-30 Christmas cake, shares your disgust, but a large crowd means large bucks

>She promises a nifty bonus if you are willing to work extra hours all week

<"We'll be jam-packed this year anon. Besides, you're one of our best workers. I need you especially. <3"

"Ugh, fine, I need the money anyways"

>You ignore her obvious desperate flirtations. You have no interest in a woman who choose the selfish career path.

>Still, she seemed one step from being red pilled and she was kind even if a bit clumsy.

>Two days later, day 2 out of 8, and you want to quit, perferably yesterday

>Can't stand the stench or the unpleasant aura of ironic virgins pretending that love what you turly love

>Can't bear the screeching over white, conservative straight male privlege and all the Cultural Marxism being forcefed anyone who wants

>Worst of all were all the "NO GF" whining the horny soy boys would spew while appeasing the hateful, self-hating feminazis or the disgusted "nerd" THOTs

>It's morning and you are working in the utility area with Susan and Tom, a cool, chill co-worker from the technical college

>Susan tell you and Tom that she has to get a tool from the warehouse and she'll be right back

>You and Tom have to prepare and set up a red carpet for the actors for Disney's 23rd sequel to Star Marvel-DC Wars

>20-fucking-3rd sequel, and more pozzed as ever

>You wonder what went wrong with your life and the world, besides the (((obvious)))

>You wonder if you would ever experience a happy life with a qt, conservative wife, and cute kids,

>teching them wholesome hobbies and skills, and the virtues of the geek-culture before the Jews took over

>Suddenly you and Tom hear a large organic swooshing sound from the warehouse, as if a overgrown bird was stirring the air with it's feathers

>You and Tom, both carrying a roll of velvet, looked stupidly at each other

>More swooshing sounded then some yelling, commotion, and a freakish scream

<"OH SHIT SON!!! We need to help Susan!"

That dumb woman. I swear, if she wasn't a charmer and Terry Business grad, she'd never have gotten this job

<"Dude, that did not sound like your typical Susan"

Whatever

>both of you ran to the warehouse

How is this so far?

>>371143

Pretty good m8

>>371117

>Thank you if you decide to write this.

No problem

>>371145

Nice, let me do some schoolwork, celebrate my birthday, and start this other guy's story and I'll continue where I left off.

>>371143

>incel doesn't mean he's from Leddit

Except no one around these parts uses that word.

>>371126

>after a while I thought up of something

>the plan was go to court drop my pants and to yell that theres a catgirl mailman right there

>this would be sure to sure to set off a riot with any kobold or sex crazed monster girls

>while they riot I'll simply sneak out

>fast forward to court

>have a danuki state attorney

>she talks to me when court is about to start

<"alright anon my names Sarah feel free to let me take care of everything alright?"

>"yeah yeah whatever"

>court has now started

>I proceed to go ahead with the plan

>start by dropping my pants

>"LOOK A CATGIRL MAILMAN!"

>everybody just looks at me dumbfounded

>Instantly lose the case for public exposure

>I got a full year in prison because of that

>stuck with a oni cellmate

>her names Bertha

>Bertha made me her bitch in prison…

>>371117

Quick question: Does the devil convert from NEETdom or the guy?

>>371185

The guy preferably but either is fine

>>370872

Apologies for taking so long. This is also shorter than my usual, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

>Be you, introverted lizardgirl just out of highschool.

>Had to watch all your friends claim their husbandos all four years of of that hellhole while you struck out every time. One girl even got hers in middle school.

>Not that you can remember many times when you even got up to bat.

>Like all lizardmen, and those salamander bitches, you have a peculiar method of selecting your husband. Most mamono straight up claim whichever guy’s spirit energy smells the best to them, whether they want to be claimed or not. The large remainder will follow the more traditional path; becoming friends with guys first, buying them flowers and gifts, asking them on dates, holding a boombox over their heads at two in the morning outside their house playing Berlin’s Take My Breath Away, that sort of thing. Normal girl shit.

>But no, not you. Like your younger sisters, you’re a traditional lizardgirl raised in a traditional lizardman household, by your traditional lizardwoman mom and human father.

>Formal combat is how you choose your mate. With a sword, preferably.

>Parents even made enough to send all their girls to kendo and fencing classes. Excelled at anything with a hilt, from shinai, to bokuto, to broadswords, sabers, foils. Even trained with a massive flammenschwert at a three week Landsknecht summer camp two years ago.

>Guys love that shit, right?

>Hanging from a wall, maybe, or sometimes for slicing a watermelon.

>Challenged exactly seven dudes you thought might be worthy since puberty.

>Five of them shot you down on the spot and ran right into the arms of other mamono. Didn’t want to be associated with ‘that crazy sword-lizard chick.’

>One accepted your challenge and lost. Some trench-coat and fedora wearing mall-ninja. Really cute though, and you couldn’t fault his fashion sense. Turns out he was all show and no go. Swung his fantasy claymore like a baseball bat and it broke on the first parry.

>Told him it happens every guy the first time, not that you’d know. Felt a little embarrassed for him, attraction started to fade, but you wanted to give him a second shot at it. Gave him your number but he never called. It’s whatever. Not too broken up about it.

>The final guy actually beat you. Badly. You were so impressed that you came twice during the match. You had more girlcum staining your clothes than he had sweat. Made handing you your own ass look easy.

>You thought about raping him on the spot, but you’d just gotten your backside royally beaten to a pulp. The kind of beating that made demons find Jesus. Could barely get off the ground, let alone hold the guy down and mount him. Didn’t make any sense.

>Step 1: Get ass beat. Step 2: ??? Step 3: Rape guy who can beat your ass.

>How the fuck was this dating thing supposed to work again?

>Thought it was fine though. He will respect your strength and persistence. More importantly, you finally had a target worthy of your attention. Also now had a month’s worth of jilling-off material in the ‘ol rub-hub as a sweet bonus.

>Guy shows up the next day stinking to high heaven of ogre demonic-energy spunk. Turns out one of the school bullies saw your match and took it as a challenge. Seven and a half feet of mamono powerlifter versus six feet of nice-guy track and field. In hand-to-hand combat. All night long.

>Big surprise, he lost.

>Heard they both got into Dartmouth together. Good for them.

>All of which has left you with exactly zero prospects and another summer alone, then college alone, and then a life alone.

>Wonder what the mall ninja is up to…

>No, never backwards, only forwards.

>Heading home after kendo practice.

>Put away shinai, change into lazy clothes, start browsing /k/, /fit/, /r9k/, and /human/ unironically. Even check out r/moncels and r/mgtow… The idea of hating men or just giving up on the whole idea of romance is kind of tempting, but you can’t. It’s not their fault you haven’t found a way to get laid and you know it.

>Look though some other boards and subreddits. Pick-up artist shit. Red Pill. Their suggestions for picking up men might work, but you can’t bring yourself to do any of it.

>You’ve heard it all before. ‘Posing’ dudes you just met, basically love-bombing the crap out of them to get their confidence up, make them feel comfortable with you, get them blushing, then make a move.

>Even the more traditional suggestions don’t work. Meeting people IRL at gatherings where you might have a shared interest. The only places you go are all related to fencing, fighting, and anything else combat related. Real clam-fests.

>Not that there weren’t guys there. They all enjoyed that of thing too.

>There just weren’t enough of them to go around. Mamono rarely produced human male children and had been around for generations… Long enough to really throw the male/mamono population ratio way out of whack.

>Still though, it was better than a couple hundred years ago when mamono were only having daughters.

>If things had continued on like that, you wouldn’t have even been born and all of humanity would probably be dead. It had almost happened to the dwarves.

>Unfortunately it meant that most mamono were scraping the bottom of the barrel, and ‘picky’ ones such as yourself, well… Better start cat shopping now.

>Get tired of reading people bitching about men, decide to get something to eat.

>It’s your daily routine. Strap on a sword, walk down main street, find a cozy looking restaurant, wait for someone to challenge you to a fight. So fool-proof that it hadn’t worked once.

>Feeling lucky today. Select your best katana and get moving.

>Get to a nice family owned place that had opened up a new location in town recently.

>Medieval decor. It’s all trash, all wrong. Not only is everything on the walls fake, but they're also cheap fakes.

>Still though, it might attract the right kind of guy.

>Sit down alone at a high-top table, order some medieval mozzarella sticks. Just like regular mozzarella sticks, but served to you by a shog in a costume.

>Or it could be her skin, you didn’t know.

>Halfway through meal, thinking about what you’re going to do with the rest of your summer, when you hear a voice behind you.

<”Hey, is that thing real?”

>It takes you a moment to process what is being said. You aren’t used to people talking to you. Turn around slowly, just to be sure.

>Sure enough, a young man about your age is at another hightop table looking right at you. Skinny looking, but not terrible.

>Mood goes from indifferent to excited and back to indifferent in the span of a single second when you see him then notice the manticore chick sitting right next to him sipping a coke.

>Think about all the anti- (or at least indifferent) male propaganda you’ve been reading online. Most is BS, you know, but seeing this guy with an 11/10 mamono Stacy is bringing some bad emotions to the front. Sure, you could compete too if you were dangling a huge manpleaser on the end of your tail, or were willing to straight up rape a dude. It just wasn’t fair.

>Get idea. You might know how this would end, but you could at least get some satisfaction in making them both a little uncomfortable.

>It’s funny how throwing any give-a-fuck about getting laid out the window can suddenly boost your confidence.

>Removing the sheathed katana from your back, you put it smack in the middle of their table, right between the their appetizer and the napkin holder.

“Yeah, it’s real. Wanna touch it?” you say, smirking.

>The guy’s eyes widened. He likes what he sees. Cute.

<”Sure,” he says.

>Expecting jealous manticore barb in guy’s thigh in 3… 2…

>”Hey, bro, this looks like the one you have in your room,” says the manticore, watching him pick it up and examine it.

>First thought: No way it’s anything like what this guy has. Second through: Did she say Bro?

>She didn’t look like a tomboy. Also, ears, fur collar, and red eyes aside, the two did look alike.

“Ha ha, it might look like the one you have, but this is a real nihonto. It’s a-”

<”An Echizen Yasutsuga,” he said, “Looks like yours is a third generation. Nice. Mine is fourth.”

>Well just fuck my shit up. This guy knows his katanas.

>”Such a couple of weebs. She’s a lizardman; what’s your excuse, little brother?”

>The manticore winks surreptitiously at you.

>Who calls their brother, ‘brother?’ Like she wanted you to know they were related. Was she trying to get him a hookup?

“Ah, y-yeah, it is. You’ve got a, uh, good eye.”

>Smile at him, but you realize it's one of your autistic ‘please don’t hurt me’ smiles. Close your damn mouth and avoid eye contact. Turn your attention back to the katana he’s now holding.

>Stop stuttering. Hold frame. Make conversation.

“It’s really cool you own real one. Not many people are into this sort of thing. And you seem pretty knowledgeable for a guy.”

>He looks at you confused. Sister looks at you like you just told him you kill puppies in your spare time then rolls her eyes.

>Realise your mistake. Too late. Still time for a recovery? Doubt it. Try anyway. Even if he writes you off as the sperg you are, you should at least try to explain yourself.

“I mean, uh, not that guys aren’t knowledgeable, ha. I mean, you know, some are, like you, and most aren’t, like with everybody. On katanas. Cause very few people know about katanas, regardless of gender, right? So, um. With lizardmen, it’s different. You’re not a lizardman- lizardgirl- is what I meant. You’re a guy, so you can’t be. And we are all usually pretty knowledgeable… On swords…”

>It’s like you spilled spaghetti everywhere… Just… Everywhere.

>”Our mom could be a lizardman,” say the manticore, “Did you ever stop to think about that?”

>Look between smiling guy and smirking manticore. No, no you hadn’t thought of that.

“Is shhh… I’m sorry. Is she?”

>Manticore bursts out laughing. Guy even has a chuckle.

>“She’s a manticore, you autistic weeb,” says the manticore, still laughing her ass off.

>That’s it. About to take your shit and go. Can’t slap down cash and storm out because you don’t have any. Paying with a credit card in a huff will look less dramatic, but oh well.

>You make a mental note to carry emergency cash for dramatic purposes.

<”Ignore her, she’s a bitch,” says the guy, still smiling. “Thank you for letting me see this. It’s a masterpiece.”

>Guy hands it back reverently. Hands almost touch, but it was not to be.

>”All you ever do is look, bro,” says manticore, “You should learn to use one. Maybe this lizardgirl could teach you. They’re pretty good with swords, I hear.”

>Storming out suddenly forgotten.

“Yeah, we are! We’re great with swords. Kendo, western fencing, all of it. I’ve got technique for days. I mean, I’m not the best, but I’m really good.”

>Realize in the back of your mind, in all your excitement, that the implication here is that this young man doesn’t know crap about sword fighting. He might have a master’s appreciation for the blade, but he can’t use it. He won’t accept any challenge you offer, let alone win one.

>But… What if you teach him? He can be your student and eventually learn to surpass the master, right? It’s playing the long game for sure, but it’s the only shot at love you have right now. Might as well play it.

<”I dunno… I’m pretty uncoordinated,” he says.

“Nonsense! Coordination can be trained. Here-”

>You put the weapon back in his hands, making him hold it as if he were about to begin a match. His form is shit, his stance is shit, his grip is shit. But at least it looks like he’s trying.

>Adjust his grip. Move to his side, drop his elbows down, help him pull his arms in just enough. Move behind him. Hold his hands to stop his arms from moving while you use your feet to push at the insides of his own, spreading his stance wider.

>Results are promising.

>Only now do you realize just how close you got to this guy. When your training had kicked in, all you could think about was correcting his form. You were pretty sure your tits had even rubbed his back at one point.

>Guy doesn’t seem to notice or mind that you were basically spooning him just now.

>While you stand there red-faced, the manticore wears a knowing smile. Bitch.

>”I’m Shelly,” she says,holding out a paw, “He’s Jake.”

>You shake hand with her first, then with Jake after he hands back the katana.

“It’s nice to meet you both”

<”You’d really teach me?” he asks.

“Definitely”

>Two years later

>One point each. Match is best two out of three.

>Jake manages a perfect tsuki-bu, a strike to the throat.

>Smile as all three refs hold up his flag. It’s a good point. He’s just won, a clean and clear victory.

>If only you hadn’t missed that one point for having poor footing. And the other point for failing to display high spirits. Oh well.

>Both take off your kendo fencing masks, ‘men’ as they are called, and rush each other for a hug. Smiling, he picks you up and twirls you around in a circle. You’re smiling too, so happy you could almost cry.

<”I won, Anonette! I finally beat you.”

>When he puts you down, he’s still smiling, but you can tell there’s more there than just happiness about about his victory. He can probably see the same thing in you.

>There’s an understanding between you two, unspoken for a very long time. Jake’s not stupid. Any idiot can google lizardman culture and traditions. And he kept coming back. Getting stronger, faster, better every time. Training with you for three days a week. Every single week. For two years.

>He’s still holding you around the waist from when he picked you up and spun you in a circle. Your hands are still on his shoulders.

>Fuck it. Go for it. You can always blame it on the excitement later.

>Move your head in-

>Jakes lips are already on yours. Brief, much too brief for your tastes, but truly the most wonderful thing you’ve ever felt in your life.

“Want to come back to my place? I can make spaghetti.”

<”I’d love to,” he replies, holding you tight. “I love spaghetti.”

Writing status so far:

>>370850

Sniped by different anon before I could complete request.

>>370984

In progress

>>371019

Sniped by different anon before I could complete request.

Let's keep this going

>Provide Mamono

>Provide Setting

>Provide Theme

>Receive OC greentext

Be advised that I go 100% KC canon, setting permitting

Be further advised that my stories tend to take a bit to write on account of their length. If a different anon snipes the story, that's fine, but I'll just move on to the next one.

>>371240

>Provide Mamono

Hakutaku

>Provide Setting

Modern day school

>Provide Theme

The school is full of delinquents and everything is macimum crazy. Think Cromartie High School with monster girls.

>>371239

Lovely

>>371240

>Kikimora

>Innawoods

>Strelok keeps finding his campsite cleaned while his back is turned: plates and utensils washed before he can get rid of leftovers, firewood neatly stacked behind him as he chops it, fire thoroughly stamped out while he went to fetch water for it

I am writing a Strelok/Kiki story myself but I'm being lazy about it it's not finished yet and the premise is different.

>>371240

Requester here, thank you very much, I love it.

>lizardman training for her entire life loses to a guy who trained for two years

No wonder her bloodline survived.

>>371240

>Provide Mamono

Danuki

>Provide Setting

Modern household

>A lawyer and his Danuki girlfriend keep trying trying to get the other to sign a contract that will turn him or her into a debt spouse.

>>370716

>provide mamono

Dragon

>provide setting

small rural town

>provide theme

MC coming home from uni for the summer and having to deal with semi yandere childhood friend

>provide mamono

Arachne

>provide setting

New York,office,midnight

>provide plot

Anon is a secretary to a arachne CEO

>>371117

Just sharing the beginning since I want you to have something tonight while I complete everything:

>Be a NEET living the NEET dream in a post-DotR world

>Thanks to America's Lillim, President Donna T., you now have government assisstance for being a single NEET male in relatively good social standing

>relatively

>tbqh you knew you could always go out and find a decent, non-stressful and a nice qt monster wife, since you were out of your parents house when the DotR happened

>heck, maybe a job where you and your wife could work together

>but you refused to leave your hermetical lifestyle, self-imposed, wretchedly

>tbqh you didn't want a nice monster girl to marry a loser like yourself

>all the things you have done in your past, no monster girl deserves that baggage

>you'd rather just live in seclusion, die, and hope that the afterlife offers second chances

>still, you couldn't live a perfectly monastic life of esoteric memery

>you still have to go out time to time for groceries, monster EBTs are surprisingly generous

>with your dust jacket and cap with your trusty urban bike you quickly pedal to the nearest grocery store, about 2 or 3 blocks down the autumn-tainted street

>you see the usuals, cute couples walking hand-in-hand, some single monster girls and infrequent single guys like yourself, families playing in apartment playgrounds,

>and occasionally your (((danuki))) landlord (who's a hell-of-lot better as a monster than her former human self)

>this past month, you began seeing several unusual people, several things out-of-place

>signs about welfare fraud began popping on lamp posts, police have been more active despite the extremely low crime rate, and an official-looking group has been hanging around your complex

>this group, a perky Southern belle catgirl, a stern yet youthful birch dryad, and a petite devil with a slightly purplish skin and lavender, curly hair, all in business casual dresses, was asking around your apartment complex, interviewing people.

>for what you had no clue, you guessed some dope wanted to see what living as a welfare cuck pre-DotR was like, so the state came to investigate

>you were sure your current lifestyle was within the law; besides, you had moral justification and never bothered anyone

>still, out of the three, the devil girl was strangely the most aloof, standing in the open while the other two did the heavy load

>you wonder what she was possibly looking for

>though this past week…you began worrying a litte.

>she began watching towards your apartment room when you looked outside, and when you left yesterday to get the weekly groceries,

>her eyes and yours interlocked, and her piercing gaze cut down to your heart. You have expect her to make that nasty grimace, the one you heard rumors that devil girls were mean to the core, but this girl…

>It was almost as if she knew all the pain you drag yourself through. She seemed

>you weakly waved and smiled, quickly pedaling away, hoping that was enough to satisfy the devil's curiostiy before the whole group came to interview you tomorrow

>and such was your life

>this early October Friday night you made a nice Cobb salad with baked pecans instead of bacon. For a drink, you had water and some nice ginesging tea.

>no pumpkin spice trash for you

>you were trying to get /fit/. Trying. Just because your a self-imposed monk for 'JUSTICE', don't mean you can't be a /fit/ monk. You saw pics of swole Russian monks once thought you should emulate their discipline

>you sat down with your healthy, hardy meal and began to log in to Steam-Elemental to play with your fellow NEET buddies for /vg/'s gamenight, Terraria: Monster Family Edition

>yup, such was the NEET life…

<"You know, idle hands are the devil's perfect playthings."

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

>>371278

Thank you!

Loving it so far

>>371245

Figure that just about anyone could get lucky in at least one match over two years. Even the Detroit Lions' worst season ever was 1-15. Also I kinda tried to float the possibility to the reader that Anonette might have thrown the match.

>>371039

>bully

>orgasm denial

I see that you are a man of culture as well.

>>371363

I mean

He got what he want

>>371402

Just not the way he intended.

>>371402

But he lost what he got

Seriously, she was gonna take your head, be thankful she took your other head instead.

Some of us would be happy to be raped.

>>371404

I'm sure he and his dozen tiger nyaan kids are very happy somewhere.

>>346043

Good. Fuck human women. Inferior, stuck up bitches.

>be me

>inside of my apartment

>trying out some new games on my computer

>suddenly I hear something knocking at my door

>I dont know anyone.jpg

>open the door slightly just so I can see there face

>oh it's just a danuki

<"Sir can you sign this petition to not allow hum-"

>close the door before I headed back to my room

>suddenly I hear more knocking

>leave me alone shit heads

>the knocking continues

>I head back to the door

>the danuki looks angry

>she hands me a sheet of paper saying she now owns this entire building

>it wasnt even a fucking minute.jpg

<"LET ME IN AND SIGN THIS PETITION"

>"no"

<"ILL HAVE YOU EVICTED"

>"do it and I'll just move in with my parents until I can get a new place"

<"….can you just sign this petition"

>"fine what is it"

< "oh it's a petition to not allow human males to be able to fight against force marriages with monsters"

>I shut the door once more before I started packing

>>371252

>Be me

>Basic bitch uni Anon

>Coming home for summer

>Was planning on saying hello to the old man and mom, then try to hook up with some friends

>Only one problem though

>Mom and dad are on vacation, and all my friends are either taking summer classes or are secluding themselves so they don't get proactively dated

>I keep telling them that the more they neet it up, the more tasty they look to monsters. Especially devilbugs

>I don't even have a key to my parents house so now I have to either rent out a room at a motel and pray that the danuki running the front desk doesn't give the extra key to some lonely monster or I have to sleep on the street and explain that I'm not a hooker to every group of drunk onis that pass by me

>I can't even sleep in my car because I took a train

>Just as I start bumming it around with the other bums I notice a dragon walking down the street

>She looks a lot like that one girl that used to try to bully me then stalked me when she failed to get my lunch money

>She even kidnapped me and forced me to go to prom with her

>Luckily I got away before she locked me in her love dungeon

>Get up and end my conversation with this homeless alp that was describing how a peanut butter, jelly and ass sandwich is made

>Just then I hear an all to familiar female voice behind me

<"A-Anon? Is that you?"

>Nope

>I walk away even faster, thinking that if I don't react then she won't follow me

<"Anon!"

>I suddenly hear the pitter-patter of claws on concrete as I start running like a bat outta Hell

>Run down alleyway and hop a fence

>Look back all smug thinking that her fat ass can't climb a fence

>And I'm right she doesn't hop the fence… she just tears right through it

>Well fuck me

>I pick up the pace and start sprinting again

>Suddenly she swoops down and almost takes my head with her

>Manage to frogger across traffic, while avoiding getting tackled by a flying lizard going mach 3

>Just as I get past traffic and head down another alleyway

>I almost run face first into a brick wall and realize that I just trapped myself

>Dragon girl has a smirk on her face as she corners me

>If I'm gonna get raped, I'm gonna get raped fighting

>I try to tackle her, but she catches me before slamming me to the ground and pinning me underneath her

<"Anon, where did you go? I tried asking your parents but all they kept saying was 'Anon told us not to tell you where he went to college'"

<"I even called you everyday but you never answered! I even looked through every registry for every school in the country but I couldn't find you name!"

>Remember why I changed my number and name again

>Notice her breasts are pushing up against me and she's straddling my little soldier

>Look away and try to think of something that isn't dragon titties

<"C'mon, Anon, you don't have to be shy"

>She leans in close to my ear

<"You can feel them if you want"

>She then rubs them against me even more

>That damn titty monster

>She then starts to breath heavy and even begins gasping as I feel her crotch grind against me

<"Oh, Anon, I can't wait any longer!"

>She clasps both of my cheeks into her claws and starts bringing her lips closer to mine

>Close my eyes while trying my hardest to wiggle free

>I then feel something wet dripping on my face

>I open my eyes and notice dragon girl's nose is bleeding, like, really fucking badly

>So much so that her lips are caked in blood

>She hasn't even noticed and she isn't listening to my protests

>The closer she brings her lips to my face the more she bleeds

>Just as I can practically smell the iron on her face she falls into my chest, covering my shirt in blood

>I push her off of me, only to see that it looked like I murdered someone

>Why the fuck didn't I bring a change of clothes?

>I turn my shirt inside out and start heading back to where the bums were, but…

>I look back to the dragon girl and feel kinda bad about leaving her to die of a nosebleed or to be mugged by some nigger-hounds

>I tear off a piece of my shirt and use it to staunch the bleeding as I hoist her onto my back

>By the Monster Lord's tits she's fucking heavy

>>371509

>I manage to carry her back to house - funny I only know the way because she kidnapped me so many times before - and I planned on leaving her by the doorstep

>But her mother noticed me and invited me inside for a change of clothes, dinner and a place to sleep since my parents aren't in town

>Free food, free clothes, free bed. What's not to like?

>Momma dragon picks up her daughter like nothing and invites me inside

>She comes back and leads me to the guest room I'll be staying in tonight

>Tells me that she'll clean my clothes while I take bath to wash off the blood

>You're guest room has a bath connected to it?

>What kind of gated neighborhood house is this?

>Wash off all the snotty dragon blood from my body and try to open the door so I can get my clothes back

>Door is locked

>Fuck

>I should've known her mom would've wingwoman'd for her

>Try to break down the door, but I guess they must've accounted for angsty an teenage dragon punching door/walls and breaking them

>I try to hide under the bed, but after 4 hours of laying on a wood floor I ain't exactly comfortable

>I get up and slip into the bed and just after that the door starts to jingle

>Fucking timing

>Already in the bed and I'm comfortable so I ain't getting up now

>Dragon girl opens door and is standing in the threshold holding a tray of food

>Oh, and I forgot to mention that she's dressed up as a maid

>That'sNotMyFetish.png

<"Good evening, master. Would you like dinner? A bath? Or perhaps…me?"

>She pushes up her breasts at the last suggestion

>I already took a bath so there's only one option here

>Dinner, please

>She sits next to the bed trying to feed me like I'm a baby

>I immediately chastise her that I'm not disabled and grab the plate myself

>She then notices I don't have a shirt on an produces a napkin to keep her from bleeding out again

>I finish the food while trying to ignore the half-yandere dragon eyeballing me

<"Is there anything else you need help with, master?"

>No

<"Are you… sure?"

>She starts rubbing her claws on my inner thigh

>No, really, I'm fine

>She gets up sullenly, taking the plates with her. But I swear I saw her smirking just as she closed the door

>Notice that there's a TV and switch it on. Only to get bombarded with wave after wave of commercials

>And when I do get to watch the actual show it's some show about a cheshire doing pranks that consist of selling guys into indentured servitude or making her husband say horse pussy sucks to a gang of centaurs

>I turn off the TV just as the cheshire realized she just cucked herself

>Door opens again and it's the dragon girl in a micro-bikini

>She takes a seat on the bed a she starts to run her claws over my body, tracing them down to my crotch

<"How are you feeling, master? Need me to relieve any… stress?"

>She's trying way to hard to be sultry

>No, s'good

<"Are you sure?"

>She grabs my junk and notices it's softer than a slime girl

<"What? I swear if that manticore lied to me… I'll have her head!"

>Excusez moi?

>The dragon girl covers her mouth

<"Uhhh… You must've misheard me, master. I was talking about something completely un-"

>I cut her off and take this time to explain that venom has to be injected to work and that she should've poisoned my food instead

>She clenches her fists and storms of out of the room, not even closing the door behind her

>I shrug my shoulders and pulls the covers further over me so I can be neet comfy

>The dragon girl storms back into the room, not even giving me a second to rest, before producing a manticore barb and coming at me

>IT'S ME CARL! CHILL, CHILL!

>She stabs me in my hand pushing the barb all the way through

>She then tries to rape me, but after I smeared the blood on her and cried for 911 she finally gets the message

>Days later of siting in the hospital and hoping that my insurance will cover this the nurse says I got a visitor

>Dragon girl comes into my hospital room bearing some chocolates and a bouquet of flowers, it even has a note that says "I'm sorry" on it

>Free chocolates, for getting stabbed through my hand?

>Eh, fair trade

>Just as I finish the box, while listening to her go on and on about how sorry she is, I feel a little hot

>See the same smirk from when she thought she got me with the envenomed food

<"Now, let's pick up where we left off…"

>Clever girl

>>371511

10/10 pretty good story not enough water-ign

>>371278

More debil please

>>371511

Loved it. Thought the dragon had some medical condition for a moment there rather than an anime nosebleed lol.

>>371278

>>371284

>>371564

As you wish!

Sorry for the delay! I've been dealing with work, sickness, school, and other shit. Hopefully, I can get the story done by tonight.

Also reposting to fix some formatting.

>You were pretty damn sure to lock the door

WHAT THE HELL? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? I GIVE TO THE GIRL SCOUTS! YOU DON'T WANT A NON-VIRGIN, DO YOU?

>in the midst of your exasperation you focus on your intruder: the devil girl you have seen throughout the past month, floating a few feet from you

>tonight, she was wearing a pink, frilly nightgown, silky and down to her knees like her hair, the whole vestment of nocturnal pleasure matching the contours of her petite body.

>Unf! If you were looking for a gf, you'd let her take you in a heartbeat. Thankfully, you trained your body to suppress any boner.

>smugly smiling, she replied to your exasperated panicking:

<Tsk tsk tsk! Is this how you greet a lady?

>She floats closer to you, now several inches from your face, her hand resting her chin

<Priscilla at your service.

Miss Priss, I don't know what you want-*mumph*

>Priscilla quickly presses her left index finger on your lips

<Hush now! We are performing official state business, so you musn't fuss.

<Now explain to me why a virgin 2X year-old bachelor would be smooching on welfare without seeking a job…or a wife?

>You sat there speechless for a few seconds, coming to terms that the housing bureau was in fact investigating you all along

I-I-I thought I c-could collect a check as l-long as I was a good boy?

<*Squeezing your cheeks playfully* Oh, but you have been a naughty boy, my dear

<You may have met my friends, Johan and Lydia from the Department of Singles' Welfare. And they have been investigating particular men who have not been completely honest with the state

<Particularly, those men who have been traditionally called, what was it? NEETs?

>You gulped. While Priscilla floated there picking at her fingers with one hand and rubbing your shoulder with another, which felt a little nice, you figured your options

>Being both a state official and a devil, more powerful than your typical succubutt, Priscilla would quickly magically beat-up your sorry ass if you tried anything stupid

>you didn't have enough money for a good lawyer that also didn't want to rape you, nor did you have any friends who could vouch for you or give you temporary room

>you have no choice: be the devil's plaything tonight and hope for the best tomorrow

Well, w-what's going to happen t-to me?

<*grinning widely* well Mr. Anon! I'm glad you asked! It turns out, you don't have to suffer the usual punishment of eviction and "rehabilitation"

>You raised an eyebrow and gave off a goofy look of worry. Great, she's going to try to make a contract, maybe for marriage to her or to one of her buddies

<You see Mr. Anon, I can make all those nasty charges of welfare fraud go away…if you accept my deal

>Well speak of the devil!

And what's the terms of the deal!

>Priscilla gave off a goofy smile of jubilation

<Glad you asked!

>>371671

The year is 202x

Monster girls have taken over society

Virgins are being dated left and right

But there still is one special squad

The neet squad

Nevermind they just got caught

>>371723

>The year is 205x

>dotr happened, collaborators in most national governments formed a (((global union))) with thr mg world

>it’s a thinly-veiled surrender

>MG magic and human tech make a utopia where disease and poverty are eradicated

>but also where single men are emperiled at every turn, be it by roving gangs of mgs, the corrupt and equally rape-happy police force, or the threat of disappearing to be the subject of a government “experiment”

>In this lewd world, a gang of young men use violence, subterfuge, and any other means to secure the protection of their virginities, and kick out the occupying monster forces.

>They call themselves V-COM

>>370986

I'm a slut for cuddlestories, so you get a greetext.

**TBH, how do you get soaked flufflytails with ONE bunnygirl?

But bunnies are under-rated.**

>Be Anon.

>The festivities of the Summer’s End are in full-force, despite the rumble of the nearing storm.

>The first drops of water, thin and almost invisible have just begun.

>But the dancers and the musicians in the village below hardly care.

>You, far above on the mountainside, you can see the harbour and the far end of the bay, not to mention the dark clouds smothering the last rays of the sun.

>You raise the camera and wait.

>You feel the time is right and push the button. A series of click echoes on the empty terrace.

>Unfortunate, you could not catch a lightning bolt on film.

>But the storm is far from over, there will be other occasions.

<”Buenas tarde, Anon, I had guessed you would be here.”

“Oh, buenas tarde, Mercè. I thought you’d be at the fountain square with the rest of the group.”

<“No. I do like the music but… Would you be so kind as to keep a secret?”

“I’m listening.”

<“I’m a terrible dancer.”

>Your guide on the island smiles at you, a beautiful, embarrassed grin.

“I… I never would have guessed.”

>You could hardly imagine it: the energetic bunny girl, the one who managed to convince you to go sea-diving, bungee-jumping, spotted for you at the gym and so many more outdoors activities for the first time in your life, the same tanned, athletic beauty who jogs around the village every morning could not dance.

>You can only smile.

<“Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing. I can’t dance either.”

<”I wouldn’t have guessed.”

“Now, who’s mocking the other?”

>A flash of lightning interrupts your friendly bickering, briefly revealing the true colours of the panorama, the vast orchards of fruit trees, the unusual yellow of the mountains and the turquoise seas.

>Missed another good photograph.

<“I see why you chose to stay here.”

“I still plan on taking a few more photos of the town square at night.”

<“But not just yet.”

“No. Not yet.”

>The two of you enjoy the sounds of the last days of summer, the music, the wind picking up, the last birds of the evening, the sighs of the waves and the rumble of thunder.

>Then, Mercè points to your left.

<“Look Anon, here it comes.”

>You lift your camera up and start the rapid-fire just in time.

>Like an all-encompassing gray curtain, the rain fell.

>It came like a colossal brushstroke, darkening the stones and the bricks, and the next moment, softly, rose as a delicate thin fog.

>You look at the display and smile, those were some great shots.

>Below, the crowd erupts in surprised shrieks under the cold shower, stark contrast upon the oppressing heat that reigned upon the land, yet the song do not pause, the musicians likely are kept dry on the stage.

>Merce and you also are spared the downpour, thanks to the canopy above your heads.

>The two of you enjoy the moment a while longer, at times, you take another picture, but mostly, you appreciate eachother’s presence.

>You observe with curiosity the way she stretches her sandal-clad feet out under the almost waterfall.

<“Keep an eye on this for me.” she says, unslinging her purse from her shoulder, and in one single leap, she is standing under the rain, getting thoroughly soaked and looking absolutely out of this world.

>You watch how her big tall ears bob under the sheer volume of water drumming upon them, how her tanned skin glistens under the flashes of lightning, how her sarong clings to her long shapely legs and how her cute cotton-tail bounces around.

>You carve this image within your mind. Her refreshed expression as she breathe in the first gulps of truly fresh air after these stifling months, the waves she brings to her waist-long dark hair when she runs her hands through it.

>You think you’ve been staring at her for a long time, because it takes you a solid minute to realize she is waiting for you to join her, her arms open towards you, her smile timid but filled with hope.

>You set down your camera next to her purse and stand up.

>It’s cold.

>Until she rests her body against yours.

<“Thank you, for trying all these things with me.”

“It was truly a pleasure. I should be thanking you.”

<”Then, would you dance with me?”

>Still tangled with one another, you begin to follow the beat of the song so far away.

>You’re off rhythm, clumsy and drenched.

>But you’re having so much fun, jumping in puddles, listening to her giggles and keeping her close.

>Summer is ending, but the memories will stay.

**<“Anon?”

“Yes Mercè?”

<”If… If the opportunity arises, would you like to stay here a little longer, with me?”

“Nothing would make me happier.”

<“Then… I may have an job opportunity… As a tour guide. Available now.”**

>The rain will come and go. But the love you felt will stay.

>>371758

>be me

>a loyal spy of VCOM

>'scouting' things out

>really I'm just using a cheap drone with a camera from the safety of my home

>low risk of being proactively dated while also getting to just stay at home

>suddenly this harpy crashed into my drone

>dammit now I gotta actually be outside

>I head over to the spot where my drone crashed

>harpys gone

>but the fucker broke my drone

>fuck I sorta liked that drone

>I suddenly felt something grab my shoulder

>oh shit a lamia

>and shes already wrapped around me

>shes squeezing really hard

<"I KNOW YOU VCOM DAMMIT TELL ME WHERE THE REST ARE"

>oh I'm gonna stay a virgin

>"no idea"

>she would suddenly whistle

>and because of that a manticore showed up

<"have your fun with him…and make sure he tells us where vcoms base is"

>she let go of me, I tried to use this chance to run but I felt something prick my leg….

>also the manticore just grabbed me

>I'm sorry VCOM but I had to rat you guys out

>>370716

>Provide mamono

dark valkery

>Provide setting

modern day, innawoods

>Provide theme

teen anon is an alchemist getting regents to grow and harvest

>>371861

>be anon

>NEET and recent VCOM recruit

>the effort is apparently not doing well lately

>many experienced wizards and apprentice wizards have been disappearing in great numbers along the east coast

>damn rape squads are getting better organized

>you've been sent with a squad of other green recruits to investigate the situation and suppress any rape-y activity

>not really sure what this entails, but they've given you tranquilizer rifles and boatloads of darts, and orders to capture if possible

>soon enough you're prowling through a recently abandoned VCOM post

>a very recently abandoned one

>there's still the smell of sweat and… other fluids in the air, drifting out from the dark halls of the building

>the squad spreads out, maintaining constant contact over the comms, looking for survivors

>after a half hour of searching, the radio crackles to life once again

[Delta to all signs: I've got somebody in the cafeteria. One figure. Will update progress.]

>you shrugged and looked to your battle buddy, a younger NEET with a healthy fear of rape at his age

>you were all the way on the other side of the building, sweeping the offices and cubes one by one, with nothing to show for it

>he speaks up

"You reckon they're all goners?"

>you shrug again

"Everyone's gone. They're either on they're way to rehab camps or already there."

>he shivers at the thought

[Delta to all signs: he's one of ours. He's really out of it, looks like he's been sucked dry. Mumbling to himself, something about 'being a good boy.' We're going to patch him up and head to the extraction point.]

>poor sod, you thought

>hopefully we can piece him back together

>but when they come back, if they come back at all, it's usually to late for them

>you shake your head and look to your buddy

"Hey, you finished wi—"

>you stopped short

>something flickered in the edge of your vision behind him, you could swear your chastity on it

"Rookie, come over here. Now."

"What? Did you find something?"

>you hoisted your tranq gun and clicked on the radio before speaking

[Theta to all signs: I have unidentified movement in the offices. Will keep posted.]

>you slowly moved towards your buddy, eyes peeled for other signs of movement

"Hey man, what's going on? I didn't see anything."

>you directed him to watch your six as you prowled together now

"Just stick to me. I've got a bad feeling about this."

>the radio crackled back to life

[Tau to all signs: I'm seeing something in the gymnasium, too. Moving to investigate.]

>whatever was going on here, you didn't like it

>a half hour here and you're only just now finding things? something or someone else was here with you, waiting to make a move

>the comms were silent for a while as you moved through the offices towards where you saw movement

>you ended up near the double doors to the sleeping quarters, where Chi team was searching

>you grabbed for your radio

[Theta to Chi: Movement traced to west entrance to the sleeping quarters. Provide sitrep.]

>you stood outside the doors for a few moments, waiting for a response

[Theta to Chi: Respond. Respond. What's the situation over there?]

>still no response

[''Theta to all signs: Chi is not responding. Proceeding to investigate area.]

>nodding to your buddy, who now had a look of grim determination on his face, you poked through the doors, rifles trained down the hall

>the smell was heavy here, and there seemed to be a heat blasting down the corridor

>a muffled noise could be heard at the end of the hallway, where the barracks began

>creeping down the hallway, you couldn't see any more signs of movement

>the radio suddenly crackled to life and screams are heard, nearly making you jump from your boots

[DELTA TO ALL SIGNS: WE'VE BEEN ENGAGED, REQUESTING BACKUP!]

>the response was quick

[Tau to Delta: We're on our way, just hol-]

>the words cut in the middle of transmission, followed a few seconds of screaming, crying, and moaning blare from the radio before it clicks off

>>371975

>your buddy beside you is white as a ghost

"We're pulling out."

>but as soon as the words leave your mouth, another voice comes over the radio

<[Ara~ How any more of you are there? We've been so lonely in here~.]

>you wracked your brains for the nearest exit, whirling around and dragging your buddy to escape the barracks

>he was sputtering and blubbering now, a mess of a man, worried for his sacred virginity

"I'm not gonna make it, man, I'm going to get forced down and dominated and played with and I'll never get to see the light of day and—"

>you burst through into the offices and threw him into one of the cubes

"Look at me, Rookie. Shut the hell up and look at me."

>he seems to gather himself for a brief moment and stares wide eyed at you

"We're getting out of here, you and me. I'm not leaving you here if I can help it. But you gotta help me out here. Pull yourself together, and let's keep moving."

>he drops his head an nods to himself a couple times before returning back to you with that same look of determination

>you grab his shoulder and hoist him up

"Let's go."

>with the best balance of stealth and speed you could muster, you slipped through the dark maze of cubes and offices, avoiding every flickering shadow and figure in the distance

>using the darkness of the building and the knowledge of the layout you had gained in the past hour, the exit steadily came closer and closer

>but no sooner did you reach the main foyer than did the radio snap back to life

<[Yoohoo~. Anybody home? Where aaaare yooou?]

>you grimaced and shut the radio off, noticing the sudden movement from two corners of the room slowly coming to investigate

>nudging your buddy and pointing to the left target, you pulled of your rifle and aimed to the right

>whispering, you counted down before two darts flew out and thudded into the figures

>they staggered briefly before tumbling to the ground, unconscious

>moving up to a crouch, you slunk to the bodies

>two dark elves, now foaming at the mouth

>you looked to the door, confirming it was still there, then back to your buddy

"Come on, we're out of here."

>he nodded, and stood up

>or, he would have

>instead he stumbled forward, having only managed to move one leg forward

<Ara~, now don't you look precious…

>a black spade tail curled its way from his ankle up his thigh, yanking him up from the ground

>you immediately took evasive maneuvers, rolling to the nearest source of cover and pulling up your rifle

>a buxom, deep blue skinned demon grinned bewitchingly at her prize, red eyes glowing

>the rookie yelped and screamed, begging not to be raped, not to be violated repeatedly

<Fufufu, shhhhhhhh~…

>the demon placed a hand over his mouth

>dammit, you thought, the bastard was right in the way of the shot

>your best bet was to go for the spade tail around his ankle

>you took aim, silently cursing the frantic writhing he was doing in an attempt to escape

>the trigger snapped back, and a dart landed true on the spade

<Hyan~

>the response was unexpected, and did not immediately seem to have an effect on the demon

>instead, she shifted your buddy to her side and looked directly at you, smiling

<Giiiiirls~ there's one leeeeft! Come and get it!

>she winked before turning on a heel, rookie in tow

>you were paralyzed, momentarily, before remembering the exit

>dropping your rifle and whirling, you grasped the door handle and yanked

>it didn't budge

>you yanked again, harder, now frantic to get out of this place

>bracing your leg on the frame, you pulled with all your might, but still the door did not budge

>you let go and stumbled back a step

>heaving a few breaths you made to step back to the door, but a prick in your left buttock stopped you in your tracks

>before you could even turn around you heard the clatter of your rifle on the ground and felt an arm wrap around your waist and a hand clasp over your mouth

>a voice whispered in your ear, hot and wet

<It was a push, not a pull.

>you blacked out

Gonna try my hand in my first greentext story, would appreciate some feedback to see if it's worth trying more in the future.

>Be me

>Names Josh

>To retarded to do much, and when I do end up doing something, I tend to fuck it up

>Ever since I became a NEET I moved to a family ran motel

>It wasn't bad. Was pretty cheap because of my family discount Didn't have many rooms, though

>Just a bathroom with a small shower and that's it, the living room, the kitchen, and the bedroom were all in the same hall. The living room is in the front and the bedroom in the back

>Never had a Proper girlfriend

>never got laid

>hell, never even got my first kiss

>I mostly preoccupied myself with browsing /monster/ and any 4chan thread dedicated to Monster Girls

>Today I thought was just gonna be another Thursday night

>hudled in my bed with my laptop

>Browsing the newest writefag thread and enjoying the stories of Anons trying to protect their virginities and Anons makings stories of their waifu jumping them

>It's been about an hour since I've started and I've already read every single story

>After a few more seconds of browsing I decided it was time to listen to the news

>wasn't exactly the best thing in the world to do, but I needed something to listen to in the background while I played some ace attorney

>As I turned my TV to a random news station, my attention got drawn to a CNN breaking report

>What I see is a man standing in the middle of a town, probably New York City, and him starting to talk

>"We have received some reports of human-like creatures near cities, including this one. We do not know at this time if it is a prank or if we are being fed misinformation, but we have been receiving these reports from multiple sources, spanning from multiple states, and some have even described creatures with the same kind of description."

>I looked at my TV dumbfounded

>What kind of retards run these news outlets? No wonder they've been dubbed "Fake news"

>I breathed a quiet sigh and turned my attention towards my 3DS

>But before I even had the time to turn it on my attention was quickly drawn towards the TV as a yell could be heard

>Instead of seeing the reporter, we see nothing but road as voices could be silently heard through the mic

<Ara Ara~ I cau-

>Before the feminine voice could finish her sentence, the feed was cut off

>I stared at the blank screen in silence for a few minutes until some beeps were blaring and a robotic voice started to say the message that was scrolling over the screen

>"This is not a warning. Lock yourself inside. Do not attempt to go outside. If you are already outside, find cover fast. Do not let anyone in that is showing any kind of suspicious behavior."

>The text keeps going, but I zone out as I quickly open my laptop and refresh /monster/

>My heart beats as I see the newest thread

>IT'S HAPPENING! DOTR IS HERE!

>This can't be fucking real

>I quickly click on the thread and go through it

>One of the first pictures I see is of a realistic harpy giving a face of pure bliss with the poster posting this

>"This was after my fifth fucking time with her, and she still wants more! Just barely got time to take this picture to post it!"

>This can't be real, it just can't

>I was nearly shaking of both joy and fear

>Happy to see this finally happen

>Fearful that this was all just nothing more than a dream

>Before I had the chance to check my dream status I heard a knock

>I nearly jumped out of my own skin

"W-who is it?"

>I nearly choked out

<"Room service!"

>The reply shocked me for a second, why the fuck would room service show up after a state emergency?

>Apprently the thought didn't catch up to me as I instinctively reached for the door handle and opened it

>Right there, in a full maid costume, was a Kikimora

>A soft smile spread across her face as she entered my room, closing, and locking, the door behind her

<"Good evening, master~ I'm sorry I've been late, but I'm finally here now, with you."

>Before I knew it, I was unconscious due to shock

>After what I assume was hours, I awoke with a throbbing headache

>I slowly moved my head left and right and seen nothing

>I smiled a bit, tears starting to flow down my cheeks

>Why the fuck does my mind love playing tricks on me? Why can't anything that gives me any happiness be real

>Before I had the chance to bawl my eyes out a concerned voice came from above me

<"Master, why are you crying?! Are you Okay?!"

>I stopped myself from sobbing and started to slowly move my head towards the ceiling

>Right their, above me was a worried kikimora holding a towel with some ice in it and a cup of water

>I cleared up my eyes using my arm and tried clearing my throat

"A-are you real?"

>I nearly cried out

>She gave a relieved sigh and smiled at me

<"Of course I am Master, but if you don't think so, you could always.."

>A blush slowly appeared on her face as she put the towel and cup down on a counter and went on all fours, putting her head near mine

<"Give me a kiss."

>I couldn't move, I couldn't think, I couldn't even whisper

>All I could do was lean slowly in and give her my first kiss

>Right there, on my dirty motel floor, I had my first kiss with a creature I didn't think could exist

>And it was one of the best moments to happen in my life

>After a few seconds I slowly moved my head away, letting a small glob of saliva drip down from our lips

>She giggled

<"Am I real enough now, master?"

>she asked me, giving off a small pant

>That was it, the final straw

>I wanted to lose my virginity and I wanted it done tonight

>I started to stand, making the Kiki a bit confused

<"Why are you getting up, master?"

>She asked, looking up at me, making her look like the cutest dog girl ever

>A dog girl that I really wanted to fuck

"C-could you just stay like that, please?"

>I asked in a hushed and flustered voice

>She still seemed a tad confused, but she agreed

<"As you wish, Master~"

>I slowly started to move behind her

>As I got to her backside, I noticed her tail feathers were swaying a bit

>Like a dog

>And oh god do I want to fuck her like one

>I got onto my knees with a thud making miss Kiki jump a bit

<"Master, what are you doing back there?"

>I didn't answer her

>Instead I took grasp of her panties and quickly slid them down making her

<"M-Master?"

>God, even her questioning was cute

>I grasped ahold of my boxers and slid them off, exposing myself

>God do I feel pathetic doing this

>But when else will I ever get the chance

>I aligned myself up to her pussy lips, making her whimper

>That was it

>I rammed myself in her

<"M-master! Oh, gods, master please!"

>I didn't know if she was asking for more or begging for it too stop

>It didn't matter

>I was already this far gone

>I leaned over her, taking hold of her nice breasts, squeezing them as I jackhammered her pussy

>Below me I could hear the moans, whimpers, and panting of this kiki

>I didn't last long

>Who knew being a virgin made someone more likely to climax faster, mixed that in with hearing the sounds of sex just right underneath me and boom

>Instant regret, baby-making sex recipe

<"MASTER I'M CUMMING~"

>Both of us collapsed tiredly

>Tears started to make a return

"God, I'm so fucking pathetic. I'm sorry for what I did, I know, I was terrible, and-"

>I was cut off by a pair of lips hitting mine

>The kiss lasted for ten seconds before she broke it

<"it's okay, Master. I always imagined my first time being a good experience and you gave it to me, thank you~"

"Wait, you mean, you actually liked it?"

<"Of course master."

>I didn't know what to say, so instead, I just hugged her

>After a few hours of snuggling I finally figured out what I wanted to say

"What's your name?"

<"Oh, I guess I never did say my name, forgive me, master, it's Lucia."

"Lucia, huh? I like it~"

>I told her, digging my head into her neck and nibbling it

>With a small moan, she dug her own head in my neck and did the same

>We fell asleep like that

>After that day it was all good

>I told her about technology that they never had in her world and she would motivate me to do more

>After a few months I found out she was pregnant

>Totally couldn't be because she hated the idea of condoms or any kind of birth control and would want to relieve my "stress" at least once a day

>Soon enough I'll have to find a new place to live

>Maybe I could get a decent deal from my Danuki sister in law

>HAHAHAHA! Yeah, and surly fucking an Alp doesn't make someone gay.

>>372088

That's a pretty good story

>be me

>neet

>getting groceries

>basically one of the only times I'm outside