/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

unless they want shotgun slugs to the face, they better keep walking until a worthy man comes around.

>>362127

But is it fully automatic?

That'd be one hell of a stroke of fortune considering my waifu isn't a hellhound.

Anon, it's a hellhound. It's a "the waifu chooses you" situation no matter what, and she's strong enough to handle herself.

>>362133 (checked)

He's right, anon, a hellwan isn't a hellwan if she isn't being the "assertive" party. This does, however, make me imagine a scenario where the men try to get themselves raped in the most comedic of fashions.

>>362127

>>362136

>bringing a shotgun

>not bringing the k98, dressing up as a member of the wehrmacht, and blasting out the Horst-Wessel-Lied

My daughteru's a damn hellhound, she don't need any protection.

>>362134

>Shortstack hellwan daughteru, Ashes comes home all angry, eyes ablaze.

>She complains to me that all the boys at school are always pestering her.

>Oh, really? When I was in school everyone tried their best to avoid hellhounds.

>Times sure have changed.

>Daughteru stresses that all the boys ever want is her to rape them.

>Well, nothing wrong there, wife raped me into marriage, right?

>I’m not really worried, my daughter can handle herself, she’s a damn hellhound.

>Daughter groans. She explains its not rape if they’re throwing themselves at her.

>She even tried beating some of them up and now they love her more.

>A guy in chemistry made some weird concoction to roofie himself for her.

>Another kid in history keeps making admittedly unique innuendos about her breaking his pelvis like the Berlin Wall.

>One boy managed to put himself in her locker tied up, nothin' but socks on.

>She pretty much has her own fan club of horny little bastards that follow her all around campus.

>Even one of the teachers offered her an A for a night in the “hell pit.”

>I can’t help but chuckle, which only makes my hellwan daughteru more upset.

>She’s so cute when she’s mad.

>Tell her she needs to be more proactive, leave those other guys to the village bicorn.

>She says the village bicorn also tried to nab her for her haremshit husband.

>Oh.

>Ask her what the real problem is and how I can help.

>She’s more upset that there are hardly any guys for her to bully properly.

>As I know from first hand experience hellhounds need to feel dominant or dominated, for someone to resist and try to conquer. It’s all part of the hunt or some such nonsense.

>Call my wife in, maybe she can sort this out.

>Hellwife comes in all smiles.

>Was I like that? It’s been years.

>”Oh, anon, you were the best thing a hellhound could ask for. I must have chased you into every stall in the school bathrooms.”

>Wait, were?

>Wife grins. She knows that’s a challenge. She also knows round two is coming when Ashes goes to bed.

>And I’m holding the leash.

>”You’re just going to have to be more proactive, Ashes. Find a boy that doesn’t know he likes you and rape the shit out of him.”

>”Mo-om! It’s not that easy!”

>Listen to your mother, Ashes.

>”There’s that boy that just moved in last week. He's pretty new, I think if you drop by his house you could probably… well I'll leave that up to you.” Hellwife says with a wink.

>Daughter is a little embarrassed but I can tell this has her attention.

>She's already out the door by the time Hellwife tells her which house he lives in.

>Good luck, Ashes.

>>362165

Good luck Ashes!

>implying she wont be daddies little girl forever

>>362126

Utilitze a mass alping spell to alp every man within a ten-mile radius, make sure to stand in a protection circle so it doesn't effect you

>>362165

>She says the village bicorn also tried to nab her for her haremshit husband.

At least in that case someone would be trying to dominate her, so an improvement over the other suitors.

>>362212

>Christian rapist

I don't understand.

>>362212

>4'11"

I didn't know they stacked thicc that high.

>>362214

>"You wouldn't get it, dad!"

>>362214

>>362216

Hey, at least she isn't Catholic.

>>362212

This must go on!

>Moo I hang out with asks me if I'm the protective type

>I have my suspicions of where this is coming from, but play along anyway since there isn't any harm.

>Tell her about how I'd keep an eye on my little sister's boyfriend

>Remember how pissed she would get when she'd be hamging around with him and a little red dot would appear on his forehead.

>Make a gesture of pointing a rifle.

>Moo giggles, and asks if I was using a lazer pointer

>"Nothing that would kill him….."

<"Anon!"

>"What?"

>Can't help but chuckle as he shakes her head.

<"Would you do that if you had a daughter of your own?"

>"Huh? I can't see why I wouldn't. It would be pretty funny"

>She gives an exasperated sigh and I don't bother not trying to laugh likenthe immature fool I am.

>"It would be my sacred righr and duty as a father to ruthlessly mess with my daughteru and her suitors. Besides if he was gonna be family he'd have to be able to deal with me"

<"Least I know you'll be a protective papa"

>"If it would never happen, yeah"

<"Maybe some day"

>Shrug.

>"I guess"

<"Hmmm"

>She gets a soft smile on her face and seems to get a bit of a blush across her cheeks.

>"What makes ya ask?"

>She snaps out of it and starts to stammer something, clearly embarrassed.

<"I… Uh…. Let's change the subject, okay?"

>Smirk at her and oblige.

>Poor thing, still hasn't quite worked up the nerve.

>>362407

Good shit, dude. We need to keep this train rolling!

>>362212

Loving this so far Could go thicker with the ass tbh. Also Nice to see you doing other stuff garganon if i'm correct based on the style of art

>>362407

How will the adventures of ashes conclude? We need to know!

>>362707

they 'gon frick, they 'gon frick real hard!

>>362707

>Ashesto

>We all take our seats, Ashes sits next do Dustin, spouses with spouses on either side.

>The musicians play a few songs and everyone gets back to their feet to sing along.

>Ashes stands up with Dustin.

>I decide to get up too, grabbing Hellwife’s hand to force her to her feet.

>She shoots me a glare.

>I give her hand a squeeze which seems to placate her.

>She’s still mad, though.

>Music ends after a few songs.

>Everyone is told to greet each other.

>Shake hands with some random people, some ask my name.

>Hellwife forced to shake hands with religious strangers.

>Her face is completely red.

>I’m eating this up, holy shit, praise Jesus.

>Pastor comes to the podium.

>”Good morning.” He announces.

>The congregation greets him in response.

>Ashes and Dustin, too.

>Everyone sits down.

>He begins by asking if there are any first time visitors.

>Hellwife gives me a look practically begging me not to do anything.

>I grin devilishly and grab her hand once again.

>Ashes stands up before me but I drag Hellwife up too.

>The fire in her eyes felt like it could scorch me to my soul, but it would be worth it.

>What is she gonna do, withhold sex?

>Wait, maybe the opposite would be true.

>She might hospitalize me from too much sex.

>I can see it now, ’Mr. Anon, you were admitted because of burns on your genitals? Care to explain?’

>My wife would get so flustered, oh man.

>Whatever, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

>Back to church.

>So we sit back down and the sermon goes on.

>Pastor talks about symbolism between many chapters in the Bible.

>It’s still pretty interesting to me.

>Hellwife couldn’t give a… damn.

>I snort a little.

>it goes on for a bit and finally the pastor ends with a prayer, asking those who wish to come up to the altars to do so.

>Ashes goes up with Dustin.

>I smile a little.

>Hellwife is quiet.

>I squeeze her hand again.

>She squeezes back.

>The drive home is interesting.

>We spend some time criticizing the music, like any good family would.

>Ashes giggles about the bad pre recorded drums.

>I could tell the guitarist messed up a few cords here and there but otherwise he did fine.

>He sang well enough.

>Hellwife said she couldn’t stand the other singers.

>Fair enough.

>What’s one positive thing we can say about it, the whole thing I mean.

>”Well, I liked the pastor.” Ashes said.

>Me too. He seems to be pretty down to earth and wasn’t all about that feelgood new age shit.

>Hellwife begrudgingly agrees, to my surprise.

>Wait, did you actually praise a pastor?

>”Shut it.” Hellwife replies.

>She sticks her tongue out at me playfully.

>So how’s Dustin?

Ashes yips, not expecting the question.

>”Oh, you know, he’s good. Nice. We’re gonna go to a movie later.”

>Oh? Need a ride?

>”N-no. He’s gonna pick me up at our house.”

>What time?

>”Some time after lunch, like… uh, two?”

>Well, why don’t we go to lunch, Sonny’s is right around the corner.

>I could really go for some ribs.

>Hellwife agrees.

>”But dad, I need to get ready!”

>It’s not even noon yet, girl. Relax.

>Ashes gets all pouty.

>”Fine.”

>Fine.

>”Good.” Hellwife chips in.

>Fantastic.

>Ashes grumbles, clearly annoyed.

>”It won’t take us long, we went to church with you can’t you have lunch with us?” Hellwife says.

>Ashes sighs.

>”Yes, mom.”

>Nice one, point goes to Hellwife for guilt tripping.

>We pull into the parking lot and park the car.

>Oh, hey, there’s Dustin and his parents.

>”WHAT?” Daughter shrieks, her face to the window.

>NOW she’s excited.

>Oh boy, I can hear her tail going already.

I guess I'm taking over this thread lol

>>363110

They gonna frick!

TBH you can have this thread, I pretty much made this up as a throw-away thread to kill my boredom, this is far more than what I expected

>>363134

No real preference here, just for the story. Most churches I've seen that small don't normally have them so I figured I would go with what I know.

>>363140

I am become error. Sorry guys.

Decided to write some more.

>Friends greet us as we enter the Sonny’s behind them.

>We decide to sit together for lunch because why the hell not?

>We get a half and half table booth, friend needs a chair, he’s a bit wide nowadays.

>Anyway, we all order our drinks from our waitress, this kikimora girl with a slight accent.

>She speaks english well enough.

>We talk about how the weeks been and all this church stuff.

>We both discover this was the idea of both our kids.

>The two of them seem a little embarrassed but are otherwise proud of themselves.

>Ashes snuggles up next to Dustin who seems a little uncomfortable with it.

>Whether it's her or the fact that I’m staring right into his eyes as she does so, who can say?

>He excuses himself for a moment to go to the restroom.

>There’s a good kid.

>I’ll be right back, forgot to wash my hands.

>Friend laughs, he knows what’s up.

>Or maybe he finds it humorous that I’m actually doing a dad thing.

>Follow Dustin into restroom.

>Time to break the unspoken rule.

>Talking in the bathroom.

>Hey, bud.

>I hear you’re taking my daughter out to a movie later tonight.

>”O-oh, uh, yessir I am.” He replies, finding his way to a urinal.

>What movie ya gonna see?

>”There was uh… a new movie that just came out she wanted to see. The Illustrious World of Nevere.”

>I’ve heard of it. Some kinda weird Wonderland based thing, right?

>”That’s right, sir. Ashes really likes that kind of stuff she tells me.”

>Yeah, I read some of those books to her when she was little. Well, little-er.

>By this time Dustin had finished his piss but he looked like he needed to shit a brick.

>I hope he’s just nervous to impress me and not just a big weenie.

>Well, I hope you show my daughter a good time.

>”Yessir.”

>But just the movie kinda fun, no ring no ping.

>Dustin nods obediently and yessirs me.

>He finishes washing his hands and I clap him on the shoulder.

>Good. Well, let’s go eat.

>Lunch gets on without incident.

>Dustin seems to have relaxed a bit, we even shared a few stories.

>He tells me how he broke his leg during a game when half the other team had to dogpile him to stop him.

>I’m skeptical but then friend backs up his claim.

>Says that everyone was so impressed.

>His Dhampir wife nods and smiles.

>”He got that from you, dear.” She tells him.

>Alright, that’s pretty cool actually.

>So what are you studying?

>”He wants to be a teacher!” Ashes answers for him.

>Dustin nods in agreement.

>”I want to give kids a better chance in school.”

>Alright, that’s a pretty nice thing to do.

>You sure he’s your kid?

>”Bite me.” Friend chuckles.

>We finish eating and it’s time to go home.

>Ashes gives Dustin a big hug before we leave.

>She even forces him to bend down so she can peck him on the cheek.

>I’m alright with it.

>Hellwife is happy, too.

>She seems to have forgotten to be angry about church.

>I think she’s just happy at the idea that she might have grandpups soon.

>I snort at the thought of calling them grandpups.

>I can’t wait to use that one.

>We get home pretty soon and Ashes spends the rest of the hour sprucing herself up for this movie they’re going to see.

>I make sure to remind her not to rape her date.

>Well, maybe I didn’t say it so bluntly but I think she got the idea.

>She shouldn’t be hot dogging it.

>They can’t do the monster mash.

>I forbid that she do the horizontal mambo.

>Like I said, I think she got the point.

>Hellwife calls me into family room.

>Wants to talk.

>Okay.

>Sit down in my chair and lean in.

>”So… I was thinking…”

>Yeah?

>”About Ashes… and I uh…”

>I wait patiently for her to form her thoughts into words, staring into her eyes.

>She looks away a few times before finally spitting it out.

>”I think it would be okay if we went to that church with her again.”

>I sit there and think about what she said over and over while she stares at me.

>Thankfully Ashes is in the shower right now so she can’t hear us.

>What changed your mind?

>”I don’t know, I just…”

>You just want to be more involved with her?

>She thinks for a moment and nods.

>Sounds good to me.

>”Good. Good. You know… “

>Hm?

>”You still owe me.”

>Oh come on, can’t we wait until Ashes leaves?

>”Fine, but I’m not stopping until she gets back.”

>I watch as she slinks back into the bedroom.

>Ashes comes down the stairs minutes later all dressed up and pretty looking.

>I decide to tell her as much.

>”Thanks, Daddy!”

>What a precious smile.

>A car beeps outside.

>Oh, looks like your ride is here!

>I get up and escort my daughter out to the door.

>See Dustin in an old chevy pickup.

>It’s pretty well kept, at least for a kid his age.

>I wave a hand at him.

>He sheepishly waves back with a smile.

>”See ya later, Dad!”

>Have fun you two.

>>363172

Was the sage accidental?

>>363189

It was. I realized it the moment I posted.

>Hellwife wrecked my shit.

>Like, full on ass slamming on my thighs and leaving bruises.

>I didn’t even know that was possible.

>I think she singed the hair on my balls, too.

>Haven’t had time to check what with her pinning me down on the damn bed.

>I don’t think we’ve had this kind of rough sex since we got married.

>I guess going to church results in high energy angry sex.

>Phone rings.

>Hellwife stops on top of me to pick up phone.

>I’m on the edge, damnit.

>She answers it while smiling down at me.

>Her expression quickly changes to a look of shock.

>”WHAT?”

>What, what is it?

>She holds up a finger, still listening to whoever is on the other side of the phone.

>A minute passes by as she plays twenty questions with them.

>She slaps my hand a few times as I attempt to move her.

>”Oh wow… okay, I’ll tell him.”

>What, tell me what?

>”Bye, sweety, he’ll be up there soon.”

>She hangs up and sighs, looking at me with that disappointed face.

>Aw shit, what’s happened?

>”Well, it’s like this: Just as the movie was ending and everyone was filing out of the theater some little dipshit from Ashes’ school decided it would be a good idea to grab her ass and run.”

>Yeah?

>”Well, Dustin didn’t take very kindly to it so he slugged the guy.”

>I don’t see the problem.

>”The police are involved.”

>Oh.

>Well shit, that changes everything.

>Hellwife nods, getting off of me.

>”I told Ashes you’d be there to pick her up. Dustin’s dad is already there, no idea what’s gonna happen to him.”

>They should give him a medal and send him home.

>”Honey.”

>Alright, I’m getting up. Jeez, give me the hottest blue balls why doncha.

>Seriously, if we don’t finish this by tonight they’re gonna pop like a balloon over a flame.

>Hellwife can’t help but laugh at me.

>”Get going, dummy.”

>Sure, sure, let me just wipe my dick off so I can put my damn pants on.

>Don’t want to burn a hole in them.

>After getting dressed and ‘rushing’ over to the theater I quickly find my daughter sitting outside next to Dustin, his dad and an officer.

>There’s two squad cars and even an ambulance, the other cop is talking with some witnesses.

>I can see the little shit starter sitting on a stretcher with a patch on his cheek and a bag of ice.

>He’s got a pretty good shiner.

>Pretty sure I recognize that look on his face, like he’d just been knocked the fuck out.

>The two paramedics are just sitting on the back of the vehicle, waiting for the police to be done I’m guessing.

>Get out of my car and approach my daughter.

>”Hey, Dad.” My daughter greets me.

>Hey, Ashes. Hey, Dustin.

>I give the kid a pat on the shoulder and a nod to his dad.

>He seems to be the most distraught.

>I mean it’s understandable, his kid just became the knockout king over my daughter’s ass.

>Which is kinda cool in my book.

>Sit down next to daughter.

>I get the feeling I’m gonna be here for the long haul.

>Which is fine, really. I wouldn’t want Ashes to abandon her boyfriend when he needs her.

>Sheesh, she must feel awful.

>First dates aren’t supposed to end with fisticuffs.

>Unless your son just came back to 1955 by accident and your school bully is trying to rape your girlfriend.

>Then it’s on.

>Ashes wouldn’t get that, though.

>She’s too busy leaning into her boyfriend, her arms wrapped around his waist.

>I know that look.

>You stop that.

>Aw whatever, it’s fine.

>They’re having a rough night anyway.

>Other cop approaches us.

>”Kid doesn’t want to press charges.”

>Oh thank God.

>”How about you?” The officer asks my daughter.

>She shakes her head.

>”No, everything is fine.” She says.

>I’m a little surprised, but I let my daughter make the decision.

>I can see her giving Dustin a squeeze.

>Well, I think it’s official.

>These two are definitely getting married.

>Whether he likes it or not.

>After the officers tell us we’re free to go, I take Ashes home.

>But not before she steals a kiss from her boyfriend.

>She later explains that she knows the kid from school.

>Apparently his mom is a danuki.

>She probably advised him not to press charges, seeing as how he was the instigator.

>Not to mention it probably wouldn’t look very good for his record what with the sexual harassment.

>I’m just really happy everything turned out okay.

>My daughter is okay, Dustin is a great guy in my book and my wife is going to be thoroughly fucked tonight.

>>363199

Gotta say it was a good day. Good shit

>Shortstack Hellwan daughteru, Ashes comes over all angry, eyes ablaze.

>Her and her kid Cindy are all upset about something that happened in school.

>I guess she got one of those ‘red cards’ for misbehaving.

>I don’t really see a problem, a kid was bullying her so she put them in their place.

>”Dad, unfortunately that’s not how it works anymore…” Ashes says reluctantly.

>Well it should. That’s how I grew up, that’s how I taught you and-

>”I know, Dad. I gave those teachers a piece of my mind for it, but really we just need to take her out of public school.”

>What are ya thinkin’? Private school?

>”Actually… Dustin and I want to homeschool her.”

>What about sports?

>”There’s a program actually that lets all the homeschoolers get together for sports, not to mention we can enroll her in some karate or something to keep her active that counts for her P.E.” She explains.

>Wow, you’ve really looked into this.

>”Cindy’s gonna grow up big and strong like her daddy, isn’t that right?” She asks the hellpup, who recently made my lap her new home.

>Cindy nods, bumping her noggin on my chest clumsily.

>Can’t a guy sit around and watch TV for one lousy day without getting headbutt?

>It’s alright, though.

>She’s cute, just like her mom.

>Hey, speaking of daddy, how’s Dustin doin’ at the university?

>”Oh, well he’s an assistant teacher for about two hundred students this year. It’s really helping out with the bills.” She explains with a sigh.

>Enough for you to get by?

>”It’s a little more, but… I still need to go to work. I just want to be able to stay at home with Cindy like mom did for me.”

>What does Dustin think?

>”He wants that, too, but I can’t just make him do all the work… Maybe I could get one of those stay home jobs?”

>”I got an idea!” Hellwife says, entering the room.

>”Why don’t we have the pastor pray for you at church Sunday?” She suggests.

>Ashes smiles. “Thanks, Mom, that means a lot to me.”

>Can’t let Hellwife oneup me.

>Tomorrow is Saturday, both of you are off, right?

>Ashes nods.

>Got any plans?

>”Dad, you know we can’t afford to go out, plus we don’t have a babysitter for Cindy.”

>You’re lookin’ at one.

>”You’ll watch her?” She asks.

>Why not? I raised you, so I got plenty of practice.

>”I’ll be here, too.” Hellwife reassures her.

>Oh sure, steal my thunder.

>Well how about this?

>Don’t worry about money, I’ll give you guys some cash to have a nice dinner.

>I pull out my wallet and hand my daughter a couple Benjamins.

>”Daddy, I can’t do that to you!” Ashes whines at me.

>I can tell I have her attention.

>Time for the finishing blow.

>I won’t take no for an answer.

>Go out and have a good time together.

>Oh, and while you’re at it work on giving Cindy a little brother.

>”DADDY!” Ashes shouts playfully.

>”Your dad’s right! I want a grandson!” Hellwife exclaims.

>Victory is mine.

>Ashes laughs and twirls a lock of hair between her claws.

>Gotcha.

>”W-well alright, but I’m gonna make sure to pay you back.” She says, all embarrassed.

>No, this is a gift.

>I can see my daughter’s face turning all red, her smile widening.

>She’s getting all teary eyed, too.

>I love being a dad.

Last post for this story. Sorry to end it short like that, didn't really have much else to write about it.

>>363669

All good friend, this was a great ride and you should be proud

>I hate my life right now.

>My daughter, my green bundle of love, my warrior princess, my favorite little hunting buddy.

>Has found a boyfriend!

>I thought teaching her how to hunt and trap, skin and gut game, cut trees, split wood and shoot three gun would keep her safe.

>Nope, she finds the wimpiest little thing out there to fall in love with.

>Sure he's smart, but how can I trust my DAUGHTER to a weakling that can't protect her?

>Wife is telling me to keep an open mind, and I'm trying but the kid is afraid of guns my daughter tells me!

>Her father made me drop a dead boar on his door step before I could take her out for a first date!

>Wife won't even let me demand a ham!

>Oh fuck he's here.

>Wait, is that.

>"Sir, I know its tradition to bring a larger kill but I couldn't go boar hunting just yet."

>He's holding up five skinned and gutted rabbits.

>Daughter is trying to hold in her pride and excitement.

>Wife is being all smug like that time I got impaled by that elk.

>"That's fine son, I'll take you and Mira next weekend."

>Kid's smile grows to a mile wide.

>"And if she's not back by 11 you'll end the night just like these rabbits."

>His smile drops back to acceptable levels and the fear in his eyes give me the confirmation I need.

>"Have fun green bean, and behave yourself."

Might like this kid but I need to see him bayonet a charging pig before I give him the stamp of approval.

>>363694

Some of this sounded suspiciously like dork and ork

>>363726

>Calling the shortstack hellhound a "gf"

Qute

OT: **What's the past few updates been like? How far are they from adding a workable extension/add-on api?

>>363763

Maybe more like the uncle and aunt…

>>363787

I haven't looked at the changelogs recently or read about extension support at all, so I have no idea.

I'm back with another greentext from the boy's perspective this time!

Decided not to make it hellwan tho for variety's sake.

>Man, this just isn’t my week.

>I mean all I really wanted to do was hook up with this girl at my high school and her dad is fucking crazy.

>Maybe I should back this up and tell you exactly what I’m talking about.

>See it all started when the new girl transferred into school last week.

>Boring ass school just started when the teacher tells us to welcome in the new girl, Sara.

>That’s when I looked up from my desk and realized the whole world stopped to let this… this sexual tyrannosaurus onboard.

>Seriously, this girl was a 10/10, would do anything to get in those tight looking jeans.

>She was short, but she had quite the figure and was just my type.

>Sara also happened to be one of those monster girls I’ve heard so much about.

>Maybe that’s why she was so uh… filled out.

>She had the widest hips I had seen on a girl her size, and a rack to match.

>Her face was cute, too.

>She had a kind expression, not an obviously fake one or a smug one like your typical bitch who thinks she’s the hottest shit.

>Not sure about those wings or that barbed tail, though.

>But if I’m being honest with myself, I think I could get into those cat ears.

>God, I’m such a damn pervert.

>”Go take your seat, Sara.” The teacher had told her.

>I did a quick scan of the room to see where she was sitting before I realized the only open desk was the one directly in front if me.

>Sara stopped to look at me and smiled.

<“Hi! I hope my wings don’t get in your way during class.” She said with the cutest voice.

>I am now full diamonds.

>Uh, yeah, I’m sure they’ll be fine! I’m William by the way.

>Smooth one, Will.

<“William! I like that name. You’ll have to show me around the school afterwards!”

>I could feel my face blushing, and now I felt a little bad about my earlier thoughts.

>She seemed so sincere, someone that beautiful was being nice to me for once.

>She was nothing like those other girls, catty and snide.

>Shame that I’ll have to fap to that wholesome smile now.

>Class was going by rather quickly, but that was probably because I was so fascinated with the way Sara’s tail moved.

>It snaked back and forth a few times in a strangely alluring way…

>I had thought it was a bad idea at first but I kind of wanted to touch it.

>Just a little further, Will.

>Just reach for it!

<“EEP!”

>Sara yelped from my sudden, impulsive brushing of her tail.

>”Ah, Sara, would you like to answer this part?” The teacher asked.

>Sara shot me a pouty but innocent look before standing up to answer the question.

>Good one, Will, now she probably hates me…

>>363889

>After class it was about lunch time.

>Today was pizza day, my favorite.

>Well, I mean as far as school food goes.

>Basically the pizza is the least disgusting thing here.

>It’s public school after all.

>I sit by myself, as usual.

>Don’t really have friends, I think my stupid little stunt from earlier is enough evidence as to why.

>I pick up the greasy slice of pizza and stare at it.

>God, I’m an asshole.

<“Mind if I sit here?”

>I turn, my pizza slice flopping back onto the tray with a gross splat.

>It’s Sara, standing there with her own grease pizza tray in those big, fluffy looking hands of hers.

>It must suck to get grease out of them.

>Oh, I should answer her before she walks away.

>Oh no, go ahead, I don’t mind!

<“Good, I’m glad.” She said, sounding relieved.

>She sits across from me so she can talk with me face to face.

<“You uh… you kinda shocked me back there in class.” She started, twiddling her thumbs.

>Now it was her turn to blush.

>Oh God, what did I do?

<“It’s kind of a personal um… area… of mine.”

>Holy shit, what have I done.

>Look, Sara, I’m really sorry, had I known-

<“I’ve never been in a relationship before so… were you trying to say you liked me?” She asks, burying her face in those paw-like hands of hers.

>What.

>I mean- Oh yeah! I like you, I really do! You’re just.. so cute, and uh…

<“Really…?”

>Oh, yeah, definitely the best looking girl here by far.

>I mean, look at how many people are staring at us.

>It’s not like it’s weird for a girl as cute as you to be talking to a loser like me.

>Sara sits upright in her chair, furrowing her brow in a cute manner.

<“I don’t think you’re a loser, William.” She says in a tone of authority.

>I honestly don’t know what to say to that and instead decide to shove the pizza into my noise hole and shut up.

>Sara giggles, following suit.

>I don’t really get what’s going on or why she’s taken an interest in me but I can’t help but feel butterflies in my gut.

>Is this what I think it is?

>No, no, don’t be a faggot, dude.

>She’s not into you.

>This isn’t one of those stupid fucking romantic shows where the boring loser with no redeeming qualities gets the girl.

>>363892

this is one of those stupid fucking romantic shows where the boring loser with no redeeming qualities gets the girl, isn't it?

>>363908

Maybe :^)

>Back to classes and the day goes by relatively normally.

>Sara couldn’t be in all of my classes of course, but it was nice for her to be in my first couple of periods.

>As soon as school ended I found myself sitting on the curb just outside the main building.

>Not really sure what I’m waiting for, I normally walk home.

>Maybe I’m hoping to see Sara before I go home, she did say she wanted a tour of the school.

>Just then, I see her walking towards me with a smile on her pretty face.

<“Hey, so how about we skip the tour today and we just walk home together?”

>Wait, really?

>Okay, that uh, sounds good to me.

>This girl is gonna sweep me along without me even noticing.

>No, remember what I told you - myself, before.

>She’s not into me.

>We start walking home.

>She seems to live in the same direction as me thankfully.

<“So what’s with the history teacher? How come all he talks about are the crusades?” She asked me, breaking the silence.

>Oh, right, that guy.

>I had him last year.

>He’s not so bad when you get to know him.

<“I mean he’s funny but wow. All the kids seem to like him, too.”

>He has that effect on people.

>You’ll see.

>We pass my street and turn down the next one, to my surprise.

>She doesn’t actually live all that far from me.

>In fact… isn’t that my house behind hers?

>I better not say anything… just gonna say goodbye and-

<“You wanna come in?” She interrupts my thoughts with a question I had never been asked.

>I um… yeah, sure!

>I’ve never been over to a friend’s house, let alone a girl’s.

>She smiles and leads me up to the porch, opening the front door.

<“Well, come on in!” She says, pulling me along.

>Inside is pretty nice, for a house this size.

>Probably a two bedroom like mine.

>She sits on the couch in the tv room, patting the couch next to her.

<“Wanna watch a movie?”

>Wow this is moving fast… uh.

>I take the seat next to her asap.

>Yeah, sure, what did ya have in mind?

<“How about a scary movie? I got a few of them right here.” She says, turning on the tv and going to a streaming service.

>John Carpenter’s The Thing, Nightmare on Elm street, That new one It Follows.

>It’s a solid collection of movies.

>I never would have expected her to be into horror flicks.

<“Why don’t you pick, Will?” She tells me, leaning in on me.

>Uh, Um, how about Halloween!

>That’s another John Carpenter movie, I think.

<“Oh, you knew that, huh?” She asks, a little impressed with that it seemed.

>Oh, yeah, I like a lot of his films.

>Escape from New York, Big Trouble in Little China.

<“Lotta Kurt Russell movies.”

>Hey, you got The Thing right there, I say pointing to the top of the list.

<“Hey, that is objectively his best movie.” She states, giving me a playful shove.

>Yeah, yeah, it is.

<“I watch it at least once a year. It’s that good.”

>You’re right, I say, trying to appease her.

>She starts the movie with a smug look on her face.

<“Good. You want some popcorn?” She offers.

>If you wanna make it I’ll eat it.

>She giggles at that, leaving me for the kitchen.

>Soon enough I can hear the popcorn popping while the credits for the movie started.

>Sara came back moments later with a big bowl of buttered popcorn.

>She hands me the bowl and flops down next to me, leaning over on me.

>Gotta admit, it was a little uncomfortable, but not in the bad way.

>Let’s just say I’m glad I’m the one holding the bowl.

>A movie night with a girl was something I hadn’t experienced before, let alone a monster girl, but I gotta say it was pretty awesome.

>Still it felt strange that she was having me over to her house on the day that we met.

>Sara was practically hanging off of me and squeezing me tight every time Michael Myers was on the screen.

>It was kinda funny for someone who seemed to watch so much horror to be cowering in my shoulder.

>>363912

>Eventually the movie was over and Sara went to the bathroom.

<“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere! We’re gonna watch The Thing before you go home!”

>Okay, I’ll be right here.

>I just kinda sit on the couch waiting, twiddling my thumbs.

>I pull out my phone when I hear the front door open.

>Oh, her parents must be home.

>I turn to see this guy with stubble at least twice - maybe three times my size wearing a security uniform.

>He freezes and stares right at me.

>I know that look.

>That’s not a good look.

>That’s a “what the fuck are you doing in my house,” look.

>”Who the hell are you?” He demands in a less than calm voice.

>I-I’m a friend of Sara’s! We go to school together!

>We were watching movies together!

>”Naw, Sara only just started going to school and you’re telling me she brought you over on her first day?”

>”You get yer ass off my couch and go back to wherever you came from before I do something you’ll regret.”

>Okay, message received.

>I hastily and clumsily make my way out of his house, not daring to turn my back on this guy who may or may not snap my neck.

>I hope Sara understands…

>Shit, I think I left my phone on their couch.

>No way in hell I’m going back for it now.

>I feel like utter shit.

>Not about Sara’s dad kicking me out but that I didn’t even get to tell Sara goodnight.

>She was so nice to me and I bailed.

>Against my will but still, it wasn’t right.

>I shouldn’t have been such a coward.

>I mean… the might have actually killed me but…

>I have to make it up to her somehow.

>As I’m trying to think of what to do, or say to her I hear the phone ring.

>Pretty soon after that I hear my mom call my name.

>I come downstairs to see what’s up.

>”It’s for you.” She says, handing me the phone.

>Uh, hello?

<”Will, oh thank goodness. You left your phone here at my house.”

>Yeah, Sara, look I’m really sorry-

<”Yeah, you met my dad, right?”

>Y-yeah…

<”He’s just like that. He doesn’t like me being around any boys.”

<”He says boys can’t be trusted or whatever, it’s really annoying.” She complains with a sigh.

<”Oh, oh, but uh, I’ll see you tomorrow at school! I’ll makes sure to bring your phone with me so I can give it to you then.”

>Click.

>Well at least she found my phone.

>Wait, she has my phone.

>Oh shit, I must have left it unlocked and that’s how she called my house.

>Which also means…

>Sweet Jesus I hope she doesn’t open up my browser history.

That's it for now, more later.

I trust her judgement and taste.

>"So what’s with the history teacher? How come all he talks about are the crusades?”

Fuck yeah Paladin Teacher-verse

>>363914

Please sir, may have some more?

>>363950

I liked the paladin teacher greentext, that's all.

lol that edit of my drawing

>After waking up I get ready for school and the inevitable awkward conversation explaining just what a perverted piece of shit I am.

>Sara said she was gonna give me back my phone but who knows what she saw on there.

>I ate breakfast and left for school.

>It felt like a death march.

>look, Will, it won’t be that bad.

>Sara’s not like other people, right?

>So there’s nothing to worry about.

>I arrive at school and find Sara waiting for me at the front doors.

>She waves at me and smiles.

>Hey, so I wanna say I’m sorry-

<“Shhh.” She says, putting a clawed finger to her lips.

<“Classes are about to start, we gotta hurry.” She says, pulling me into the main hall.

>Oh, right, hey what about my cellphone!

>She gives me a crooked grin as we run to our first class.

>Oh jeez, I don’t like the way this is going.

>Sorry we’re late, Miss K!

>The teacher shrugs without a care.

>”Just take your seats and pay attention.”

>Sara sits down quickly and puts her bag on the floor beside her.

>I nearly forgot I was wearing mine and followed suit.

>Soon enough the boring drag of school would continue like nothing ever changed.

>Well, I say that but then Sara used her tail and deftly placed a note in my hand under my desk.

<I won’t tell if you won’t.

<P.S. Don’t freak out.

>Freak out?

>I’m gonna lose my mind! She obviously saw it all…

>Wait.

>She might have seen them but if she’s telling the truth then-

>What’s that wrapping around my leg?

>Oh, it's just her tail… okay.

>Wait, why is her tail on my leg?

>Those barbs are getting a little close.

>Okay they’re about to stab me, stop!

>Ow! Fuck, what the hell-

>Oh.

>Oh no…

>I can feel a warmth spreading through my body.

>It feels pretty good.

>Until it doesn’t.

>Pretty soon my heart rate begins to climb and I can feel a certain tightness in my shorts.

>Seriously, ow, that really hurts.

>Just bare with it Young Willie!

>We’ll make it through this together!

>Sara releases my leg from the vice that is her tail.

>She also manages to pass back another note.

<We should skip third period together.

>There’s even a little heart on the end there.

>Okay, I might be a loser but even I can’t mistake this.

>I’m like 99% sure that Sara might be into me for whatever reason.

>Not that I’d complain, but…

>I can’t help but be curious as to why.

>Or at least I would be curious if my crotch wasn’t a seering, flaming sword.

>And her plump little ass the gates of Eden.

>Damn it that history teacher really did rub off on me.

>Waiting for first period to end is like watching paint dry while you’re tied up in a house that’s on fire.

>And my dick is the fire, holy shit.

>And she wants to wait until after second period?

>Will I even make it?

>I’m pretty sure it's unhealthy to have an erection for that long

>Like seek out medical attention immediately kinda unhealthy.

>Well, honestly what do I know.

>I’m more interested in humanities and psychology and shit.

>Don’t remember fuck all about medical stuff.

>Sara passes me back another note.

<Halfway there! You can do it!

>She’s enjoying this.

>I don’t know if I should call her a bitch or not.

>I can’t remember the last time someone even bothered to bully me.

>Wait am I being bullied?

>It doesn’t really feel like it.

>I catch Sara peeking back at me with a smile.

>Innocent my ass.

>Although she could have exposed me any time she wanted…

>I think I’m beginning to piece her together.

>Depending on how this goes I’d say-

>Zzzip!

>What.

>I look down under my desk to see that damn tail of hers at my lap.

>Somehow it had managed to grab my zipper and pull it open.

>No way…

>This wasn’t about to be what I think it was.

>It began to poke around my thighs in a strangely cute attempt to look for…

>I think I know what it wants.

>I slowly guide it over with a gentle push, quickly noticing Sara’s ears twitching as she attempts to sit as still as possible.

>My boxers are still in the way… but the tail is practically kissing my… uh, tail.

>Yeah, I figured her out.

>She’s a damn pervert, just like me.

>”Alright everyone, that’s it for today. Remember to bring your homework back this time. No excuses Jerid, I don’t want to hear about how the history teacher ate your homework again.” Miss K. says.

>Sara’s tail slinks back to her.

>Damn it.

>I somehow manage to zip up all sneaky like.

>It had to be by some miracle that no one noticed anything.

>If it wasn’t for whatever that damn manticore injected me with Young Willie would have given up by now.

>But even after all that he’s still going strong.

>Thankfully first period was finally over.

>Everyone filed out of the room to go to the next class.

>Sara casually walked out as well, shooting me an ‘innocent’ smile.

>Holy shit my legs feel like jelly as I try to pick myself back up.

>I use my backpack to cover myself as I wobble over to the door.

>”Will? You okay?” Miss K. asks me.

>Oh yeah, I’m fine.

>I just uh… sat on myself.

>I must have made a pretty convincing painful expression.

>Because she gives me a sympathetic look before nodding.

>Finally, I make my escape out to the hall.

>Well, sorta, if I wasn’t immediately grabbed by a certain pair of fluffy claws.

>I let out a yelp as I was pulled along through the halls all the way to the stairs.

>Sara, wait a minute, I can’t keep up!

>My legs are wobbly, damn it!

>She drags me around the corner and pulls me close, my back to the wall.

>I never realized how strong she was… or maybe I’m just weak from whatever she hit me with.

<“What did you think you were doing back there, huh?” She asks me with a grin.

>Me? What about you?

<”Me?” She parrots me indignantly, “What did I do?”

>Oh shit, quit foolin’ around Sara, you know what you did.

>I can’t even stand up straight, and you’re pushing those damn jugs up against my-

<“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She fibs, looking up at me with those bedroom eyes.

>You injected me with something.

<“Oh, that? That wasn’t me, honest!” She says with a devilish grin.

<”That was just Miss Cactus. She’s got a mind of her own.” She said, her tail wrapping around my leg once again.

>More like Miss Cocktease…

>She giggles at my shitty word play.

<”Don't worry about it, it was only a little bit, nothin’ that would do any harm.” She told me, running a claw carefully down my chest.

>It felt ecstatic.

>I don’t even care that we’re at school anymore.

>I swear by the end of the day I’m gonna plow that ass-

>Sara pushes off of me.

<”Someone is coming! Must be the hall monitor. Come on, we gotta get to the next class!” She says, dragging me along.

More to come anyone wants.

>>363764

It would be extremely difficult to protect her virginity

>>363967

But it repairs itself after every fug to begin with.

>>363969

>it's okay if I fail to protect her smile on multiple occasions

How could you live with yourself?

>>363972

But it doesn't even create a situation in which her smile is not protected, it's just that she's smiling for the wrong reasons and needs to wait until she's grown up and gone through wonderland first.

>>364033

Let your daughter decide for herself if she likes him. Monster girls are better judges of character than 3DPD to begin with.

>>364033

>>364034

This. Most times monster girls have the sense for the right boy for them. In the case the boy happens to be a manslut you have permission to kill or worse

>>363973

>letting her smile be corrupted

>on multiple occasions

>>363972

>>364033

Get another monster on him.

>>364101

>letting your own daughter get /cuckquean/ed

No.

>>363962

Keep it coming anon. For reasons.

>>364033

"Education" is a secondary concern. The only question a real father would ask is if the man could logically provide for the desired amount of grandchildren.

How'd they'd do that would vary greatly depending upon the species daddy married. Your pic? Err… not to insult her kind (and I don't because Shoggoth's are top tier waifus) but let's just say damn near every man is good enough when raw biomass and cash is your criterion. For example, Septic tank cleaner? High pay, high biomass availability, dream husbando!

Truly her kind does the work of heroes.

>>364144

Monster girls aren't dumb thots with bad standards though. The guy she's into is probably a good kiddo, so why not actually bother to get to know him instead of cuntblocking your daughteru?

>>364154

It's kind of boring from a story telling perspective to make them infallible in their partner choosing skills

>>364198

I like to think that I, as a father, and my waifu, as a mother, will have taught our daughter how to tell the good men from the bad

>Second period ends with Young Willie still at attention.

>Thankfully my legs have gained back most of their control but I had to put on a hoodie to cover up my robust friend.

>The whole time Sara has been giving me notes during this class as well.

<You can do it!

<Just a little longer!

>She even gave me a note before class ended.

<Want to up the ante? Last until lunchtime and I’ll make it all worth it.

>Damn it.

>I don’t think I could last that long…

>Sara grabs me again before I even give her a response, pulling me along to our third class.

>It’s the last one we have together.

>Sara sat at the far side of the classroom opposite of me.

>I couldn’t help but glance over at her every now and then.

>She knew it, too.

>She would occasionally stare right back at me with that grin of hers.

>I watched as the manticore pretended to stretch, that bust of hers straining under her tank top.

>Sara tapped an imaginary watch on her wrist as if to say ‘it’s almost time.’

>What the hell am I getting so excited for?

>Shorty’s probably just gonna lead me on again.

>Class ends and it starts all over again.

<“Come on, Will, let's go get some grub. I’m starving!” She says with a smile.

>This damn manticore and her games…

>Damn it, she’s a fuckin’ cock tease is what she is.

>She’s enjoying messing with me.

>Jeez I gotta calm down.

>I honestly can’t tell anymore, but it feels like I’m enjoying it, too.

>I can’t keep getting caught up with her like this.

>I mean the thought keeps hitting me: what if her father found out about this?

>I’m pretty sure I would wake up dead.

>But…

<”Hey, it’s pork and beans today, whacha think?”

>They’re alright I guess.

<“Yeah? I guess the school can’t make it like my mom.”

<“Speaking of which, wanna come over tonight to meet her?”

>What?

>Wait, no, I really shouldn’t-

<“Come on, Will, it’ll be fun! We still gotta watch those movies.”

>I watch her as she tugs on my arm in the direction of the cafeteria and decide to reluctantly follow.

>Shit.

>Even the way she walks is driving me crazy.

>What the hell is wrong with me?

>Besides being a pervert with urges at the ripe age of sexual manhood.

>We get our food and sit by ourselves at the same table as yesterday.

>By some miracle Young Willie finally went back to sleep in the middle of lunch.

>Thank God, I can walk around normally.

>Sara is sitting next to me this time.

>She’s being awfully clingy now.

<“I’m sorry for what I did, Will… but I just couldn’t help it.”

>I’m sure…

<“No, really, your face was just so cute…”

>Stop, you’re embarrassing me.

<“Oh really? Let’s talk about something else then.” She says, releasing me to reach into her pocket.

>She retrieves my cell phone.

<“Here.” She holds it out for me.

>Thanks.

>I go to take my cell but she pulls it back playfully.

<“When you go to the restroom later today…”

>Yeah…?

<“I want you to look at your photos.”

>What?

>I mean… uh, yeah okay.

>She hands me my cell back and smiles.

>I open my phone to look, but she puts her hand over the screen.

<“Don’t look at them now!” Sara hisses in shock, her face bright red.

>Why, what did you do?

>Now It’s my turn to tease her.

>Her ears droop as she pouts at me.

<“You just can’t look right now, okay?”

>I want you to tell me why.

>She tries to take it back but I’m too tall for her and she can’t climb me.

>Huh, oh look there’s about twenty new pics in my photos.

>There’s even a video.

>Sara slaps my chest with both her hands, though not as forcefully as I would have expected.

<“Y-you! Why are you such a bully?”

>Me?

>You’re the bully!

>Sara keeps pouting, but she eventually gives in.

<“Okay, fine! I made a few photos for you… and a video.”

<“They’re for you only. That’s all I’m telling you!” She says with a huff, folding her arms.

>Defiant to the end, huh?

>Still, that’s actually kinda cute…

>Okay, It’s really cute.

>For me only huh?

>I lean over on her and wrap an arm around her shoulder, her wings covering our backs.

>Well, thank you. I didn’t get you anything though…

>Sara looks up at me with a smile.

<“Sure you did.” She says, nodding to her wings blocking any potential view from behind.

>She holds up her own cell phone.

>I’m now staring at a photo of me in my boxers on her phone.

>It looks like it was taken under my desk during first period.

>Because I have a raging boner in the photo.

>Wait, but when the fuck did you take this?

<“Oh, I didn’t take it, Miss Cactus did.”

>I had hardly noticed her tail had crept up beside me and landed a ‘smooch’ on my cheek.

>Sara pats ‘Miss Cactus’ and the bulb slinks back under the table.

<“Still, you owe me some more, okay? Don’t forget.”

>I get it.

>Just don’t stab me with ‘her’ again, alright?

>I can only get so erect.

<“Oh, don’t worry. That’s what that’s for.” She says, tapping the screen on my cell phone.

<“You can give me the rest of what you owe me… ahem… after school.”

>Shit.

>Trouble’s brewin’ between my legs…

Sorry it took me so long, had to rewrite some stuff and got busy with some artfagging.

>>364216

What kind of artfagging?

>>364218

>>364209

Did this drawing as a commission /shill

I was considering drawing Sara but I don't think I could do her JUSTICE like Ashes. I need to practice drawing manticores first.

>>364216

That's super cute. You really captured a sort of "teasing, but with love" that seems to fit the Manticore template without going too far into femdom.

>>364220

I like it. Legit jealous.

>>364268

Holy shit, even the tailpussy's thicc…

>>364216

>>364266

No promises of no lewds.

>Between classes I found myself going to the restroom like Sara had told me to do.

>Whether I’m too curious or too stupid not to is beyond me.

>If anyone knew about what was on here - whatever is on here… well I’m not sure what would happen.

>Thankfully the men’s bathroom seems to be empty at the moment.

>I find the first empty stall and lock myself in, pulling out my cell phone.

>Yeah, about twenty new pics and a video.

>All taken the same day I left my phone at her house - obviously.

>First pic is just her face smiling that ‘innocent’ smile.

>It’s super cute, I have to admit, and the dark lighting in the picture really brings out her eyes.

>I laugh at myself for a second as I explain to no one why I find her face attractive.

>The second picture is of her hugging ‘Miss Cactus.’

>She planned on harassing me with that plump bulb of hers from the start, I bet.

>It’s a wonder she isn’t jabbing herself with those spines.

>Maybe she is and it doesn’t affect her the way it does me?

>Third pic is Sara laying on her bed outstretching her arms, like she’s asking to be embraced.

>I’d ask how she got this picture if I didn’t already know how uh… dexterous Miss Cactus was.

>It stirs something up inside me, though.

>I mean in my chest.

>It nearly makes me forget about the dangers of being around her.

>Oh, and it also gets Young Willie’s attention - a bit more than the last two.

>I move on to the fourth pic, this one seems to be in line with her ‘playful’ side I’ve seen today.

>She took a picture of herself in yoga pants and a loose fitting jersey.

>The angle is from behind, showing off that ass of hers as well as some sideboob.

>Yoga pants must have been divinely inspired, no one can tell me otherwise.

>That is the holy ass lovingly sculpted by a higher being in a pair of pants sewn by a disciple of the divine derriere.

>Shit.

>The fifth picture has text scrawled on it, but I don’t register it as Sara is showing off her bust in this one.

>Mostly her bare underboob.

>She’s skillfully lifting just enough of that jersey to leave me wanting more.

>Damn this girl and her bullying ways.

>I wonder how long it took for her to get this picture just right.

>Maybe I should check the deleted pictures to see if she ‘messed up.’

>Okay what’s the text say?

<Come over tonight~

<No fapping, either, I’ll know!

>Fuck…

>I wouldn’t believe it if she wasn’t a monster girl.

>I’ve heard the stories, and so far I feel like I can say most of it is true and I’m in one.

>The next picture, number six, is Sara just being silly, resting her tail bulb on her head like some kind of hat.

>She has a cute expression on her face, lips curled up in a grin, eyes wide and staring up at her new ‘hat.’

>She knows this is dumb but she doesn’t care.

>At least, that’s the feeling I get when I look at her.

>Seventh is just her hugging a pillow while laying in bed.

>Those big fluffy hands of hers cradling the pillow…

>Looks like it’d be nice.

>Eight is her acting spooky shining a flashlight in her face, showing off her teeth.

>She must be using her tail again since I can see both her hands…

>No wait her tail’s right there.

>Huh. Have to ask her how she did it.

>Probably just held it up with her knees… or her breasts?

>Nine is a joke.

>She’s smirking while holding a finger over her upper lip and doing a sieg heil.

>Ha, ‘nein.’ I get it, Sara.

>You’re really clever.

>Oh, there’s something written on this one, too.

<We should watch The Producers some time!

>Guess It’s not all horror flicks with her.

>Ten is her sitting with her tail between her legs.

>She’s pretending to play a flute like some kinda snake charmer.

>What a weirdo.

>But I’m smiling, too.

>We’re both dummies.

>As I’m about to move on to the next picture, I realize what time it is.

>Shit, I gotta get back to class.

>I also realize that she tricked me into looking at a bunch of silly pictures as if they were lewds.

>Yet I’m still excited.

>Maybe the last half will be real lewds?

>Not to mention there’s still that video.

>School felt like it dragged on forever.

>It eventually ended and as I made my way to my locker to put away my books a certain person’s arm hooked into my own.

<”So, what did ya think?” Sara asks me, following beside me to my locker, her arm now fully wrapped around mine.

>I only got halfway through them.

<”Oh, that’s a shame.”

<”The good ones start from there.”

>I swear to God I will slap your tits.

>She laughs.

<”You promise?”

>Fuck you.

<”Maybe after the movie. You ARE coming over, right?”

>I grumble to myself, not wanting to give her a straight answer.

>As I open my locker she pushes it shut and steps in front of me.

<”Well?”

>What if your dad is home? I didn’t exactly make a good impression last time.

<”What, daddy? Oh don’t worry, he was just cranky from work.”

>That didn’t seem like ‘cranky.’

>Pretty sure he would have killed me if I didn’t leave.

<”Really? That doesn’t sound like my dad…”

<”He’s always so nice.”

>Maybe to you.

<”Well… he doesn’t like the idea of me having a boy over.”

<”That’s what he said to me when you left.”

>See?

>I can’t really blame him though.

>If I had a pretty daughter and there was a stranger in my house I’d probably flip out on him, too.

<”Pretty, huh?”

>She grins at me and moves aside, allowing me to put my shit away in the locker.

<”You still haven’t answered me.”

>Answered what?

<”Are you coming over or not?”

>I think about it for a few seconds.

>I can tell Sara is getting impatient, which is pretty cute in its own way.

>Alright, but you’re not leaving me alone in any rooms.

>I don’t want to have to leave in a hurry like last night.

<”If we have to be sneaky we can be sneaky.”

>I don’t like the sound of that.

<”Yeah and if you have to, you can jump out my window into your backyard.”

>What.

>Wait, how do you know I live behind you?

>I didn’t even know that.

>I mean I knew I lived on the next street but we live directly behind one another?

>Sara smiles, but she doesn’t answer my question.

>She instead pulls me along to leave the school.

>Hey, where are we going?

<”To my place, of course!”

>But I didn’t even give you an answer!

<”Well I made a decision for you, so there!”

>We’re already heading down her street before she release my arm to let me walk on my own.

<”So?”

>So, what?

<”You’re coming, right?”

>Well I’m already here, aren’t I?

>I mean we’re literally standing in front of your house now.

>She smiles and bumps me with her plump hips.

<”Don’t try to sound so excited about it.” She says and runs into her house.

>Oh no, you’re not getting away with that.

>I chase her through the front door as she’s laughing at me.

>Maybe tonight won’t be so bad?

>>364335

This is some top shelf manticore you have on your hands there. Keep up the good work.

>>364335

<“Why would they just walk off that way?”

>I don’t know, it’s a fuckin’ movie!

<“Yeah, but up until now no one just fucking does that?”

>Well why did Childs run off earlier?

<“He said he saw the other guy outside!”

>Did he actually see him?

<“I don’t fucking know!”

>Maybe he’s one of the things?

>Sara shrugs at me.

>Having just finished watching The Thing we were trying to pick it apart for funsies.

>We also speculate on whether or not Childs or Mac were the thing at the end.

>But the bottle woulda been full of gasoline! They were throwing firebombs all around the inside of the station.

<“Yeah, but what if it was real J&B and Mac was the thing, he just infected Childs with it!”

>Huh, never thought of that.

<“Yeah, I bet you didn’t.”

>I scrunch my face up pretending to be mad.

>Whatever, what’s the next movie?

>Sara looks through her list and shrugs.

<“Wanna watch a bad movie?” She asks, scrolling through the library.

>Like what?

<“Donno, maybe we could play movie roulette and just pick something awful?”

>I guess that sounds fun.

>We’d make fun of it then?

<“Of course.”

>As we search through the movies for the right one we both hear a car door slamming outside.

<“Oh shit!”

>What?

<“Dad’s home, I thought he said he had overtime tonight!”

>Oh shit, what do we do?

>Sara turns off the tv and grabs my hand, pulling me upstairs to her room.

>She quickly shuts the door and puts a finger to her lips.

<“Let me handle this, you hide somewhere.” She whispers.

>I thought I was gonna jump the fence to my house?

<“Just hide.” She hisses.

>Who am I to argue?

>I quickly find her closet and hide behind a curtain of dresses.

>I hope to God this works.

>As I listen carefully I can hear Sara talking.

<“Oh, hey daddy, how was work?”

>”Same shit different day.”

>”How was school?”

<“Oh, you know. It was school”

>”Homework?”

<“Finished it already.”

>”Good girl. Where’s your mom?”

<“She left a note that she was going to be running late from work, something happened at the office?”

>”Damn… we gotta get her a new job. They just don’t appreciate all she does there.”

<“Right?”

<“Anyway, I’m gonna finish my movie, hope you get some rest!”

>Her dad grumbles something I couldn’t make out but soon after I hear Sara’s door open.

>A few more moments pass before the closet door creaks open and the manticore pokes her mouth through.

<“Coast is clear…” she hisses.

<“But we gotta be real quiet.”

>>365113

>I slip out of the closet and have a look around.

>I didn’t actually get a good look at Sara’s room before she shoved me into her closet.

>It’s surprisingly girly, several shades of pink, some white dressers and nightstand, the pink bed covered with a small mound of plush toys and pillows of reds and pinks.

>Cute.

>What now?

>Sara pointed to a small TV on a entertainment system standing by the foot of her bed.

<“Shush. You gotta be quiet.” She hisses at me again.

>I nod and shut my mouth.

>She smiles at me and pulls me down to the floor by the tv, grabbing a blanket to wrap around us both.

>She grabs the remote off the top of the shelf and hits the power button, the TV beeping

<“We’re gonna watch… this one.” She whispers, picking a particularly awful looking movie.

>Seriously, was this a college project or some shit?

>It’s fucking terrible.

>Both of us are practically reeling from how groan inducing this ‘movie’ is.

>Eventually it ends with both of us lying around bored out of our minds.

>Sara turns off the TV.

<”You know… I’m gettin’ pretty tired. That movie almost put me to sleep there at the end.”

>Yeah, there wasn’t anything good about that one.

>I guess I should go home.

<”What are you talking about?”

>Sara gives me a mischievous look.

<”You’re not going anywhere.”

>What.

>What are you talking about.

<”My dad is a light sleeper, he'll catch you before you get out the door.”

>I honestly can’t tell if she’s lying.

>That grin says yes but my ass says no.

<”Besides… don’t you want to stay?”

>Shit.

>I do, but I also don't want to die if her dad catches me.

>Besides, where would I sleep, in her bed?

>No, Young Willie, now is not the time!

>If what she says about her dad is true then I can’t possibly stay.

>Sorry, Sara.

>I’ll see you at school tomorrow.

>Sara watches as I open up her window, panic in her eyes.

<”I was just joking!” She hisses.

<”You can go out the front door, Will!”

>What?

>I’m already lowering myself down before I slip and fall from the windowsill.

>Sara lets out a squeal of fright, her hands shooting out the window to catch me.

>I can only watch as she whiffs, her claws gripping air as I tumble downward.

>Oof!

>Thankfully there was a tall bush below that broke my fall.

>Or more like my fall broke the bush…

>Ow, fuck.

>Hope Sara can come up with a good enough excuse for that one.

>I can already hear her dad waking up and going up the stairs as I scramble to make it over the fence to my house.

>I turn back to look at Sara who’s still in the window.

>I must look a mess.

>Still, I give her my best smile and a wave.

>See you tomorrow at school.

>Sara nods slowly and waves back, still a little shocked at everything that had happened.

>I throw myself over the fence when I see her door open and her dad rushing into the room.

>”Are you okay, Sara?” He says, coming in with a bat.

<”I’m fine, Daddy. I was just having a nightmare…”

>As I’m hiding behind my fence I peek through the slits to see her give one more wistful glance in my direction.

>Her father walks over to the window and looks outside.

>Left, right, down.

>Pretty sure he noticed the bush.

>He looks in my direction as if he put two and two together..

>If the fence wasn’t here I’d be shitting my pants.

>I see him take a deep breath before letting out a sigh, shutting the window.

>I’m a coward… but tomorrow I’m gonna change that, whether know it or not.

>>365114

I'm enjoying this. Ash is really sweet. She's a nice balance between displaying how monster girls actually desire men without just jumping a guy's bones.

>>365114

>I couldn’t sleep that night.

>I was so frustrated with myself, how could I run away like that?

>I mean, she is the one who told me to jump out the window, joke or not.

>But I can’t help but feel terrible leaving Sara like that.

>As I stir in my bed, I suddenly remembered the other ten pics on my phone and the video.

>I find my phone and quickly open the photos to find her pics.

>After finding and scrolling through the first ten I decide to look through the rest.

>The eleventh picture has Sara holding up those sizeable breasts, one in each hand.

>Despite having typical manticore claws her breasts still seemed large by comparison.

>That or I was do focused on them because I realized she was topless, hiding her nudity with just those claws.

>Shit, she really did send me lewds.

>I decide Young Willie can have his day, but first more pics.

>I’m still shocked she actually sent me something like this.

>Although she didn’t send many because twelve was back to her silly side.

>This time her face was in profile, her mouth wide open.

>Behind her, or I guess pretending to come out of her mouth was ‘Miss Cactus.’

>I think she was referencing Alien, I saw that on her list earlier.

>Thirteen was her holding up said tail like a drink, two straws sticking out either side of it.

>She had one in her mouth and another pointed towards the camera.

>I know this wasn’t supposed to be lewd but for some reason it just seemed overtly sexual.

>Best watch out with those assault straws, Sara.

>If we lived in commiefornia that’d be a year of prison time.

>But enough about politics, time for fourteen.

>This one was simple, she was just making a silly face.

>Her tongue stuck out sideways while her upper teeth showed off her gums like some kinda hillbilly.

>Her eyes were crossed inwardly, looking directly at her nose.

>It was so childish but Zi found myself smiling anyway.

>Fifteen was another… more lewd pic.

>Sara was showing off her backside.

>Nearly naked, save for a very loose nightgown that was so thin it didn’t really matter if it was on or off.

>Somehow she managed to get the angle just right to show nothing but imply everything.

>It looked like… she was uh… ‘in position.’

<I’m ready for ya!

>Sara wrote that on there, and only now did I realize she was making that face I was getting used to.

>That grinning, teasing face of a bully.

>A cute and admittedly sexy bully.

>If I wasn’t so impressed with how she pulled this off I’d probably be pulling myself off.

>Damn it, Sara, what the hell?

>I couldn’t help but feel strange having her send this kinda stuff to me…

>We haven’t known each other for a week… but…

>Well whatever.

>Seventeen, she’s showing off a pair of leggings she evidently tore the fuck up trying to put on, holding them out with a disappointed expression.

<I know what you’re thinking and yes…

>What?

>I scroll to eighteen to see if there’s an answer for my question.

>Sara is now wearing these torn up leggings.

>They accentuate her thighs as they try to push themselves out of the tears, the bottom half completely destroyed by the claws on her feet.

>She also has a slight muffin top.

>I like it though, she rocks that shit.

>And she knows it, because there’s that damn grin again.

>This time she’s sticking out her tongue at me with a wink.

<Yes, they fit.

>Two more to go now, so I get to nineteen and it’s just her laying in bed like she’s sleeping.

>I can’t help but imagine what laying next to her would be like.

>I also wonder if I would be the big or little spoon.

>It’s apparent that I would be the little spoon with those wings but a man can still wonder damn it!

>Twenty has Sara making a kissy face, both her hands wrapping around the phone on either side.

>It’s simple but effective.

>As I’m backing out of the photos I realize there’s one more picture.

>I’m not missing out on this, so I go back in.

>Her last pic is… strange.

>It’s nothing like the others.

>I don’t see a happy, smiling Sara, or a grinning, bully Sara, or even an aggressively sexy Sara.

>I see a lonely girl sitting by herself on a bed looking away from the camera, trying to think of something.

>I figure out that the pic was an accident since it was framed so sloppily, unlike the others.

>Half her tail was covering the frame, but I could see her face clearly.

>She looks frustrated, biting her lower lip, her face flush.

>Had she been crying?

>What was she thinking?

>Was she trying to come up with another idea for a photo?

>That couldn’t be what she was crying over.

>I hadn’t seen her looking so glum before.

>I look out my window into the dark of the night, finding the back of her house.

>I back out and find the video she made.

>>365502

>It starts with the camera facing the floor, her feet in frame. then suddenly she starts moving.

>She walks over to a wall and points the camera up, through the window at my house.

>A nightly rain sprinkles her window.

<“Will, I… I have something to say.”

>The camera shakes a little.

<“I know we’ve only been uh… hanging out for the last couple of days.”

<“But the truth is I’ve known you for a while.”

>She takes a few breaths as the camera shakes a little more.

<“I’ve watched you from this window for at least a year now - I know, I know, creepy stalker shit, but listen.”

<“I’ve been bouncing between schools most of my life, whether it was my dad’s job, or the teachers treating me bad because I’m a monster, or I messed things up all by myself with ‘friends.’”

<“I’ve never learned how to properly act around people and I suck at making friends - real friends.”

<“But I could always see you when I came home, whether you knew it or not.”

>Sara let out a weak, nervous giggle.

<“Stalker alert.”

>She lets out another nervous giggle and tries to compose herself.

<“I remember earlier this year you were out mowing your lawn, singing some song as loud as the mower. That was the best thing ever.”

>I remember that, too.

<“I had a real bad day at school and you cheered me up…”

<“Watching you always cheered me up.”

<“When I saw you at the new school I was so, so happy.”

<“Somehow life gave me that push to finally talk to you.”

<“I mean, right now you’re the only one I’ve ever uh… really talked to at the new school.”

<“You’re the only one who can handle my brand of bullying.”

<“I don’t wanna do it to hurt you or make you upset. I honestly hate myself for doing it at all, but…”

<“There’s just this feeling I get whenever I see you and I can’t help myself. I know it sounds stupid, like thats some excuse for the way I act…”

<“And I don’t want to call it ‘love’ like some kind of… jerk that thinks being mean is what love is.”

<“But I… I don’t know what else to call it.”

<“And I know it's all cliche and stupid and cheesy and doesn’t really mean much… but.”

<“I think I love you, Will.” She whimpers out in a strangely desperate fashion.

>Did my ‘bully’ just confess to me using my own phone?

>I don’t even know what to think, I mean I like Sara, too.

>Love, I mean I don’t really know her, but…

>It wouldn’t hurt to give her a chance, right?

>It practically feels like we’ve been dating since she showed up at school anyway.

>Oh wait, there’s more on the video.

>Sara’s walking back to her bed.

>I’ve just realized I haven’t seen her face at all during this video.

>I silently hope she wasn’t crying as I watch her point the camera back down to the floor as she sits on her bed.

<“I know my dad’s been really harsh, but he cares about me. That’s just how he is.”

<“I’ve had some really rough times and he’s always been there for me. I think he just wants to make sure you aren’t like the other kids.”

<“Maybe he’s doing it for your sake too, haha.”

<“Maybe he thinks you can’t handle me, like how he can’t handle my mom.”

<“He acts tough but she’s totally the one who wears the pants when she’s home.”

<“Well, sorta. It’s kinda a day by day pants wearing system.”

>She giggles, the camera shaking a little as she rubs her feet together nervously.

>I can hear Sara slowly going back to her usual self.

<“So don’t you let him scare you, you just gotta show him you’re a good guy.”

>The video ends abruptly with the camera still pointing at Sara’s fidgeting feet.

>Jeez I’m gonna be tired tomorrow…

>Tomorrow rolled around and found me completely unprepared.

>From waking up a few minutes late to rushing out the door without breakfast to make it to school on time.

>I somehow managed to make it to the first class, out of breath and sweating balls.

>Sara was already there, her eyes smiling at me.

>Well at least she wasn’t mad, but she seemed to be happy seeing me huffing and puffing all the way to my desk.

<“You look like you ran a marathon.” She whispers back to me, still smiling.

>I feel like I’ve been running from a pack of hellhounds.

<“Careful, we have one in the back row.”

>Who, Ashes?

>She’s already got a boyfriend.

>Sara nods slowly, clearly contemplating something.

>She turns back to face the front of the class when Miss K. walks in and clears her throat.

>”Alright everyone, open up your books to chapter 8, we’ll not waste any time today.”

>Soon enough we were getting into the flow of the class when Miss K. Gives us one of her usual pop quizzes.

>After we finish we hand in our papers for her to do her grading.

>Miss K. Is surprisingly quick at that kind of stuff, handing everyone back their results in a few minutes.

>I did alright.

>Flat 90 for once, feel pretty good about it.

>Pretty good way to start the day considering last night.

>After class was finally out Sara pulled me aside.

<“How’d you do with that quiz?” She asks me bluntly.

>I uh, I got a 90.

>She shakes her head.

<“No way, really?”

<“I did terrible… I got a 78.”

>What? But you’re always paying attention!

>I was only half sarcastic, between her constant teasing she actually was a very good student from what I could tell.

<“I just suck at taking tests like that.” Sara explained.

>That makes sense I guess.

>I get an idea in my head, and I think she had the same one because she’s looking right at me with that stupid ‘innocent’ smile.

<“Would you help me study? I need to learn how to take tests before, well… you know.”

<“My Dad wouldn’t be very happy if I came home with C’s or God forbid an F.”

>I completely understand, but…

>I tried not to look at her directly.

>She was using all of her feminine wiles to get me under her thumb.

>And as much as I pretend to hate it, it’s working.

>Alright… fine.

>I’ll help you study.

>But we’re studying at my house.

>Sara’s eyes lit up at the thought of coming over.

>She even let out a little squeal.

>I never thought something so mundane would get someone that excited, I mean I’ve been to her place a few times already.

>But… well this is my personal pseudo stalker here.

<“Come on, next class!” She hollered, still buzzing from my suggestion.

>School ended pretty quickly today, or at least it must have for Sara.

>During lunch she was practically bouncing off the walls asking me what my house was like and how my parents were.

>I did my best to calm her down but it didn’t really make much of a difference.

>The more I told her about my house and family the more excited she got.

>She quickly found me after school was out, rushing over to greet me.

<“Will! Ready to go?”

>Yeah, I guess, haha.

>As we both walk out to the parking lot I catch a glimpse of a certain man in a loud pickup truck waiting.

>It’s Sara’s father.

>Holy shit, he’s making eye contact.

>He zeroed in on us.

>That’s when I realized Sara was holding my hand.

<“What’s wrong, Will? You look super pale.”

>Y-Your dad is waiting for you.

<“Oh.” She looks over and quickly finds him.

<“I… guess I should go, huh?”

>Wait! What about studying?

<“I’ll be fine, Will.” She says, letting go of my hand.

>No way, I can’t let this go on.

>I can’t just let her walk away like that, not after what I saw last night.

>SARA! I find myself shouting at her over the roar of her father’struck.

>She stops abruptly as she’s walking to the passenger side of the truck.

>WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?

>I almost couldn’t believe myself, yelling something like that at the top of my lungs.

>Yelling it at her, right in front of her dad, too.

>But I did it.

>He seemed as surprised about it as she was.

<“WHAT?”

>”WHAT?”

>They both shouted in unison.

>Sara took a look at her dad for a few moments.

>It was the look a beggar might give to a rich passerby.

>She was throwing out all the stops, her eyes welling up and her lip quivered.

>I could see her dad reacting like he had just been found guilty in a trial, in the case of dad sheltering his kid the jury found him guilty.

>He said something to her and her face lit up, but it wasn’t her who came rushing over to me.

>Her father turned off the truck and climbed out, heading right for me.

>I was a little shaky - okay a lot shaky, but I stood my ground.

>”Let’s talk a minute.” He said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

>I nodded, unsure if I just signed my own death warrant.

>He took my aside to the nearest building out of sight.

>”Listen, I know you’ve been coming over and hanging out with my daughter and as much as I hate to admit it she’s been happier for it.”

>I was about to say something before he held up a finger.

>”Now hold on, I’m not done. She’s been through a lot and I hate to have ta step in and make things right.”

>”She really likes this school, and for whatever reason she really likes you. I don’t know why, but I expect you’ll be showing me by treating her right, right?”

> I nod slowly.

>”Yessir. You’re right, sir.”

>”I am. You’ll treat her with respect, none of that stupid shit calling her your bitch or whatever the fuck. You take her out and you pay for her dinner and her movie ticket, you walk her to the door. Got it?”

>I nod again.

>Sara’s father looks at me for a moment, like a predator studying its prey.

>He nods, satisfied. “Good.”

>”Now you go study, and I mean study.”

>”No ring, no ping. I know where you live, Will.”

>Something about the way her dad said my name made me lose the feeling in my legs.

>Like he would for sure kill me if I fucked this up.

>Still, I somehow managed to not fall over and his ‘rules’ were all pretty reasonable.

>Despite Young Willie’s protests.

>Fuck you Young Willie, we might actually come out of this alive.

>Sara’s dad walked me back to the parking lot, practically throwing me to the ‘lion’ standing by his truck.

>”I want her home by 9, any later and… well, I think you know.”

>I nod again as Sara takes my hand and squeezes it.

<“Oh stop it, dad, look at him! He’s so cold!” She says, wrapping herself around me.

>Jesus, Sara, stop it, he’s watching.

>He’s forcing a smile.

>”All the same. Have fun studying. Good luck, Will.” He says, getting in the truck.

>He points at his daughter as his truck roars to life.

>”STUDYING!” He shouts through the window.

>Sara squeezes me tightly, sticking a tongue out at her dad as he pulls away.

>Was he chuckling?

>What did he mean by ‘good luck?’

>>365505

chiming in to say I like it and want more

>>365505

Please continue this bro, loving it.

>>365505

>To my surprise we actually studied pretty diligently at my house.

>Sara really was having trouble with tests, as she would constantly second guess her every choice.

>I had to come up with a rule during these mock tests.

>Once you write down your answer you can’t touch it again.

>I even gave her a pen to make sure she couldn’t erase.

>This proved to be her biggest challenge, as she constantly wanted to scratch out her answer for another that popped into her head.

>Sara, you don’t get to do that. I chuckled.

<“Well maybe you should be taking these tests with me to see how you do.” She retorted, crossing her arms.

>I moved closer and put a hand on hers.

>Alright, Sara. Let’s take it together.

>I swear I saw her blush and try to hide it.

>She was definitely smiling.

<“A-alright.”

>I wrapped my arm around her and let her writing hand go.

>I would need my hand free to block her from rewriting something on an earlier question.

<“Why do I have to write my answers anyway?” Sara whined.

>Because you’ll remember it, like when we were studying.

>Multiple choice makes it too easy to just guess.

>Sara nodded knowingly.

>If a question came up that she didn’t know I would feed her hints until she would shout the answer and write it down.

>She was really getting into it.

>Eventually she finished this mock test, probably the fifth or sixth one, and made a passing grade.

>88 isn’t bad compared to the last one, but you can do better.

<“Well I want some incentive.” She demanded.

<“Like candy or something.”

>I think for a moment, do I even have any candy?

>I don’t really feel like going out to buy some.

>A thought crosses my mind: I should be more bold like earlier at school.

>Alright Sara, I got something for ya.

<“Really, what is it? Snickers?” She asks, turning to look at me.

>Her eyes go wide as I moved in, my lips meeting with hers.

>She was definitely surprised, but she seemed to be okay with it, closing her eyes.

>I heard her drop the pen, too, her hands reaching up to my shoulders.

>I pull back to end it but she pulls me back in, clearly not satisfied yet.

>Ah, what the hell, maybe she needs this.

>Maybe I do, too.

>After a few more moments of this impromptu makeout session, Sara releases me and lets out a loud sigh.

>She was clearly pleased with my reward, which was a good boost for my own confidence.

<“I’ve been waiting for you to do that for a while now.” She admitted.

>Well, we’ll just have to make up for lost time, you little stalker.

<“So you did watch it.” She grins up at me.

>I did.

>By the way, little miss show off, do you have any clue what your dad would do to me if he saw those photos?

>Sara shrugged.

<“What are you gonna do, delete them?”

>Well I do have the real thing right in front of me.

>Sara’s face turned another shade of red and smiled.

<“What’s got into you all of a sudden, getting all… mushy and crap.” She asks, twiddling her thumbs as she tries to avoid eye contact.

>I just wanted to see your face.

>Real cute, ten outta ten, would smooch again.

>Sara shoves me, mock angry.

<“God, you’re so dumb!” She giggles.

>I shrug, contemplating on what to say next.

>Before I can reply Sara stands up and pushes my chair away from the table.

>She manages to mount me and takes charge, her hands wrapping around my neck.

>For once I’m looking up at her and her down on me.

>She looks confident, that grin on her lips, her eyes looking down at me like I am her possession.

>In a weird way I guess I am, but it’s more than that, there’s endearment in her eyes, I can’t really explain it.

>Before I can fully grasp the look Sara was expressing she pulled me into another liplock of hers.

>My arms instinctively folded around her waist in a hug as she tilted her head for a better angle.

>Damn, she’s a really good kisser.

>Young Willie agrees, but I try not to make a big deal of it.

>Sara’s wings wrap around us both in what I guessed looked like a tiny tipi for tooth touching tournaments.

>Finally she released me, both of us taking deep breaths as her wings opened up.

>I let out a few more puffs before looking at the wall clock.

>Eight thirty… Sara…

<“Psssh.” She hissed, still grinning.

<“I can get one more in!”

>Once more she pounced on me and started it all over again.

>We somehow managed to make it to her house at a few minutes before nine like her dad wanted.

>I could see him looking through the window, not even trying to stay hidden.

>I walked Sara up to her door and sighed.

>Well… just keep studying, and if you need help you know where to find me.

>Sara smiled, taking the cue.

<“Thanks for helping me out, Will. I feel like I learned a lot. I’ll see you tomorrow?” She winked.

>See you in class, Sara.

>Ah fuck it, I decide to lean in for one more kiss.

>Sara obliges, probably not wanting to miss out on one little peck before we go our separate ways for the night.

<“Goodnight, Will.”

>Goodnight, Sara.

<“Text ya later.” She whispers.

>Wha- I mean, uh, okay.

>I guess I shoulda guessed she would have exchanged our numbers at some point but I Never actually bothered to check.

>I barely remembered the walk home.

>I guess my world was spinning a little faster with Sara now in my life as my official girlfriend.

>Honestly this is the first relationship I’ve been in and I’m feeling pretty good about it.

>I’m feeling good about a lot of things lately, thanks to her.

>before I even open the front door I hear my phone ping with a text.

>Must be Sara.

>I pull out my phone and oh look, I was right!

<Tonight was fun.

<I wanna come over again <3.

>She left a kissy face emote.

>Ha, cute.

>Alright sounds good.

>I get a thought, tomorrow is friday.

>Wanna see a movie?

>I wait for her response as I make my way to my room.

>Just as I sit down Sara texts me again.

<You know I do! We can see that new one, Cerberus!

>A horror film, of course.

>I guess it is October.

>Sounds good, I text back.

>I’ll buy the tickets.

>Gonna have to talk to my dad and see if he’ll let me borrow the car…

>He probably will.

>Sara sent a reply, this time it was just three hearts.

>It's such a simple thing but I still get a fuzzy feeling in my chest.

>I decide to send her the same thing back.

>Goodnight, Sara.

<Goodnight, Will.

>>365693

Cute!

>>365693

>Friday morning rolled around.

>I somehow managed to get a good night sleep.

>Like the best night sleep I’ve had in a long time actually.

>I woke up to a text message.

<Good morning!

>Oh, It’s Sara.

>Good morning, Sara.

>See ya at school?

>She’s already typing up a response.

<You know it!

<See you at school, honeybun.

>Pfft.

>’honeybun?’

<Shut up, I wanted to try it.

>Cute.

>See you at school, babycakes.

<Hahaha, ‘babycakes!’

>I smiled, getting ready for school.

>Today was gonna be a good day, it felt like.

>I made it to school in record time and was even first to Miss K’s class.

>Good morning, Miss K.

>”Will? You’re here unusually early. Good morning.”

>She seemed pretty surprised to see me.

>I guess that’s fair, I never got here this early.

>Soon after, Sara actually made it to class.

>I stood up to give her a hug.

>She put her stuff down and pecked me on the cheek.

>I could see Miss K. raising a curious brow.

>Her lips curled up in a knowing smile.

>She was, after all, a monster herself - an Inari from overseas.

>Sara smiled at me.

<“Ready for tonight?”

>Yeah, I was looking at movie times last night.

>I think we could make the two o’ clock showing.

<“Sounds good to me! Are you gonna drive us there?”

>Oh, I thought we could just hoof it, you know.

>I can’t keep a straight face as the joke leaves my lips.

>Sara pushes my arm.

<“Yeah, right, we’ll watch the two AM showing.” She jeered.

>We stuck our tongues out at each other playfully.

>School went by super fast.

>I walked Sara home and left her there so she could get ready.

<“Hey, I don’t get to go out too often so I wanna look good for my first… date.”

>The word ‘date’ brought on the realization I could see.

>Sara was still processing that we were dating.

>I was blushing myself, so I guess I wasn’t completely used to it either.

>She gave me a nervous smile and nodded, running into her house.

<”See you in fifteen!”

>Now I had to rush home and get ready myself.

>I made it home in roughly three minutes, or what felt like three, give or take.

>Ran into my house, ripping my clothes off, jumped in the shower, washed up and got dressed all at breakneck speed.

>I did pretty good if I do say so myself.

>Dad gave me his keys and winked at me.

>”Don’t have too much fun!” He calls out to me as I rush outside and jump in the old carolla.

>I start her up and pull out of the driveway, making it to Sara’s house in just a few moments.

>I parked and hopped out of the car, rushing to the front door.

>Before I even knocked the door opened.

>It was Sara’s dad.

>”Good afternoon, son.”

>His greeting sounded plain, lacking that same threatening tone from before.

>In all honesty this somehow felt even more alarming.

>Good afternoon, sir.

>”So, you two are headed to the movies, huh?”

>Yessir.

>”What movie are ya gonna see?” He asked, not beating around the bush.

>Cerberus, sir. Sara’s choice.

>And yes sir, I’m buying the tickets.

>I plan on buying dinner, too.

>There was a strange boldness to my voice, not a disrespectful one mind you.

>Not that it mattered because I couldn’t help but think this was it, her dad was going to kill me.

>He didn’t.

>Instead he smiled a knowing smile.

>”Good.”

>That was all he said.

>He turned and walked back inside, still smiling.

>I waited a few more minutes by myself, silently beating myself up.

>I hoped I looked good for Sara, I hoped her dad wouldn’t kill me, I hoped the movie was good and we have a good time.

>Please God let us have a good night so Sara’s dad didn’t kill me.

>The front door swung open again, this time a certain manticore coming out.

>She stopped and leaned against the patio beam, showing off her wardrobe.

>Sara was wearing a skirt for once - usually she stuck with denim pants or short shorts.

>It flowed at the bottom but as she did a little twirl I noticed the backside left little to the imagination if I was going to be honest - which I wasn’t.

>Her top was this cute long sleeve sweater that played with her natural fluff, though it did little to hide her sizable… maturity.

>She had little makeup on, which by all means she didn’t really need it.

>Still, seeing more girliness in her face than usual haloed by that curly mane of hair made for such a wonderful contrast.

>Overall I was very happy to see her - Young Willie would agree.

>I do my best to hide it, going for a compliment.

>You look so beautiful, Sara.

>Sara smiles bashfully, shaking her head.

<”I only got a little dressed up - but look at you!”

>I had on jeans and a short sleeved button up.

>Sara tugged on my shirt, pulling me closer.

<”You look like you’re going to church.”

>Well, I AM looking at an angel.

>Sara gave me a crooked grin.

>Too cheesy?

<”No. More like a fallen angel.”

>She pulls me down into a kiss.

>Before we can get too into it though Sara’s dad opens the door.

>”You two are gonna be late.”

>”And no more of that.”

>He gives us both the ‘I’m watching you,’ look.

>Sara giggles, a little embarrassed.

>I’m just happy he didn’t pull out his gun and go full John Wilkes Booth on me.

>My manticore girlfriend pulls me along back to my car.

>My mind is stuck on ‘manticore girlfriend’ for a second, like this is all just a dream.

>Somehow I ended up in the driver’s seat, Sara beside me with the car on.

<”Come on, Will, let’s go!” She says.

>Go where?

>Oh, right, movie!

>Ha!

>Sara shoves me.

>As we pull away I can see her dad giving us the stare down from his yard.

>The theater is crowded.

>It is friday after all.

>We manage to get up to those new touch screen registers they started installing in all the theaters nowadays.

>Assigned seating, all that stuff, it’s actually kind of cool.

>We can even tell how many seats are left and where.

>Unfortunately this doesn’t let us have any hope of finding seats in the perfect center of the theater.

>Most of the middling seats are taken - the good ones.

>Sara smiles anyway.

<”Look, try those two.” She says, pointing at the screen.

>Back row.

>Like, very back row.

>Sara, you sneaky devil.

>I thought we were here to see a movie.

>There she is giving me that crooked grin of hers.

>She even sticks her tongue out playfully.

>Fine by me, I buy the two tickets and we head inside.

>After getting some very overpriced popcorn and drinks we head to our theater and make it just in time for the commercials to start playing.

>Sara leads me up the long climb of stairs to our cosy little corner in the uppermost row.

>Even in the dark I manage to get a peek at her full, smooth thighs.

>Damn it, why am I such a pervert?

>Oh wait, Sara’s a pervert, too.

>I begin to wonder if she strategically chose that skirt just to fuck with me.

>Hopefully not literally.

>I mean, Young Willie is young willing, but I’d rather not end up dick down in a ditch with her dad holding the murder weapon.

>I decide to throw out those thoughts.

>I was here to have a good time with Sara, damn it and that’s what I’m gonna do!

>I let her pick her seat.

>She takes the inner seat.

>Fine by me, something tells me we’re hardly going to be watching the movie anyway.

>She grabs a handful of popcorn and stuffs about half of it into her mouth.

>It’s actually kinda cute, in a weird way.

>I watch her swallow it and go for another.

>Movie hasn’t even started yet, girl, damn.

>I stop her, noticing a speck of popcorn on her cheek.

>She watches me cautiously with those big green eyes as I gently pull her face over and pluck it off her.

>Eh, what the hell.

>I decide to start up where we left off, giving her a short smooch.

>Popcorn flavor.

>She seems to be more flustered than I am now.

>Wait, did she actually not expect to make out this far up in the back of a theater?

>Even I knew that’s what this row was for.

>The movie was about to start and here Sara was still trying to piece together what had just happened.

>God, you’re so cute.

<”S-shut up!” She hisses, reaching for the soda in my hands.

>I hold it up for her to sip some down.

>She puts those claws gently around my hand, taking a few sips before releasing me.

>There’s something oddly… sexual going on.

>Movie starts before I can pin it down.

>We watch it for a bit, getting the gist of the setup.

>First scene opens on a kill, the Cerberus mauls her first two victims - two men working deep inside of a mine.

>They do a good job of not revealing too much of the monster right away, thankfully.

>She leaves nearly no trace of the kills, which leads us to the setup for our main characters, the rest of the mining crew to investigate.

>They get the police involved, but aside from a few pairs of bloodied up clothes they couldn’t find anything.

>Police take what little evidence back to see if they can find anything out while the foreman shuts down the mine, his crew still looking for the two lost men.

>Sara is squeezing my hand tight as one of the miners slowly explores another area of the mine by himself.

>The tension could be cut with a knife as the man calls out the two names.

>By some cruel twist on the director’s part, the guy narrowly escapes being grabbed by the monster, unaware of just how close he was to dying.

>He shines a light in the monster’s direction, causing it to run away.

>He never catches a glimpse of it - and neither do we.

>Both audience and miner can only hears the scampering of claws on rock and some mining equipment being knocked over as the Cerberus ran away.

>A few more characters share some dialogue, trying to parse together what was going on.

>Some of them think a bear got into the mine, they were in that part of the states after all, and they guessed it wouldn’t be unheard of.

>Fairly solid logic.

>Miner who narrowly avoided getting murdered comes across another body.

>One of the crewmen from earlier that day.

>Sara is now leaning into me, her arms holding me tight.

>Either she’s really scared or she’s just using this as an excuse.

>She wasn’t all that scared for the movies we watched at her place.

>I decide to not give it too much thought and instead wrap an arm around her, embracing her.

>She seems to appreciate it as we watch two other crewmen who weren’t at the meeting trying to radio back to the foreman.

>They had found one of the bodies from the first kill, his head completely missing.

>It’s played straight enough and the ‘cadaver’ even looks real - what little they show of it.

>One of the lights pops as the two miners hear growling.

>As one of them fidgets with a flashlight he turns it on just in time to silhouette the three mouths digging their teeth into his face and neck.

>Sara practically jumps onto me at this point.

>Whoa, Sara, calm it down.

>I wrap myself around her to keep her from falling out of the chair.

>Okay, It’s official, she’s actually a big baby.

>So damn cute.

>I run my hand through her hair.

>Sara takes a deep breath, her grip on me tightening.

>I lean down to whisper in her ear.

>You can’t watch the movie if you keep burying your face in my chest.

>Sara looks up at me.

>I run my arm around her, my hand resting on her hip.

>She raises a brow.

>You gonna watch?

>Sara doesn’t answer.

>She just keeps staring up at me, her face half buried in my chest.

>I take that as my cue to continue.

>My hand wanders down her leg and takes hold of her tail.

>She gasps, but doesn’t recoil.

>Instead she buries her face back into my shirt again.

>This is another new side of her I haven’t quite seen.

>She’s letting me take the lead completely.

>My hand explores her tail from base to tip.

>I carefully avoid the spines on Miss Cactus and even give her a gentle rub like some kind of pet.

>Sara squeezes me again.

>She must like that.

>I use my other hand to fish her head up by the chin.

>Even in the dark I can see just how red her face has gotten.

>It’s probably the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

>I can’t help myself, I lean down and steal another kiss from her.

>Sara moans into my mouth softly, her grip loosening on my body to take hold of my nape.

>She doesn’t want to let go, one of her hands moving to the back of my head to pull me in further.

>I can feel her tongue gently caressing my own.

>Holy shit she’s a good kisser.

>She finally releases me, pulling back.

>I can see a certain look in her eyes.

>Something I thought I’d never see.

>She takes hold of both my hands, watching my expressions as she slowly guides them under her sweater.

>She’s not wearing a bra.

>Was this her plan all along?

>I can feel them cushioning the palm of my hands as Sara slowly breathes, her hands now firmly grasping my wrists.

>This is the best thing ever.

>Like, better than getting a signed copy of Bowie’s greatest hits.

>Better than my dad taking me to the shooting range.

>Well, maybe only a little better, but still -

>THERE IS NO WAY THIS COULD GET ANY BETTER!

>Ow.

>Ow?

>I snap back to reality, looking at Sara who is now grinning ear to ear.

<“O-oh… Sorry…” She whispered excitedly.

>There’s Miss Cactus, fully embedding one of her spines in my leg.

>As if Young Willie wasn’t already at full attention.

>I thought it was bad before but now it really fucking hurts.

>Like, I’m pretty sure I’ll cream my damn pants if I move a muscle kinda hurt.

>Like I don’t give a shit if that happens if it gives me some kinda relief kinda hurt.

>You little…

>Before I can even finish my sentence Sara is on me.

>She’s running her mouth across my neck like some kind of hickey making monster.

>Which, when I think of it that’s pretty much all she is at this point.

>Between that damn tail of hers and that… hot mouth leaving marks on my neck I -

>Suddenly Sara yelps, someone pulling her off me.

>It takes me a moment to realize what’s going on.

>Through the darkness I can just make out someone standing over us.

>It’s Sara’s dad.

>I think I’m going to die.

>>365902

;_;7

>>365902

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>>365902

F

Pouring one out for Will now.

>>365902

>We were both dragged out of the theater by Sara’s father.

>Apparently he had followed us to make sure no ‘funny business’ happened.

>I get it but I am far too scared to do anything about it.

>Mostly I feel ashamed.

>I feel like I ruined all chances of us being together.

>Her father was giving her - both of us a… stern talking to.

>”Sara, what the hell did you think you were doing?”

>When Sara didn’t answer he looked at me.

>”And you, what the hell did I tell you?”

>I said nothing.

>”I want answers!”

>We both flinched at his voice.

>Still, neither of us said anything.

>I guess we knew we were in the wrong…

>”Fine, we’re leaving.”

>”Come on, Sara, say goodbye to your ex boyfriend.”

<“WHAT?!”

<“No, dad! Please!”

>He ignored her pleas, dragging her along.

>Hey! Let her go!

>In a panic I found myself yelling at him.

>Sara’s dad spun around on me, towering over me in the most intimidating fashion.

>B-but I couldn’t back down, right?

>I know what we did is wrong but you can’t just take her away from everyone.

>She needs friends!

>How is she gonna grow if you can’t even trust her, stalking her like that?!

>Her dad just stared down at me.

>For those few moments he looked right through me.

>Cold shivers ran down my spine.

>”How old do you think you are to be talking to me that way?”

>I can’t waver now, right?

>This is when I stand up for myself, right?

>I’m old enough to know that hiding her away is only gonna hurt Sara more.

>”Is that right?”

>”And you know all that from the few days you’ve known her?”

>He was more sarcastic now than outright angry.

>There was nothing I could say to that…

>But I couldn’t let it go.

>You can’t do this to her!

>”Go home, kid, I’m not gonna tell you again.” He warned.

>I can see Sara watching helplessly as the two of us face off in this battle of the wills.

>I feel emboldened but at the same time more afraid than ever.

>Not for my well being, although that was definitely a part of it but now I was thinking of Sara.

>I didn’t want to say anything to make her hate me.

>This man was still her father.

>And he was right, we had only known each other for a few days.

>But… these past few days have made me so happy…

>I’m not going anywhere.

>Sara is my girlfriend, and I love her!

>Her father’s face soured.

>He pushed me back, despite my protests.

>”Get the fuck out of here, I’m not kidding.”

>I stand upright, defiantly - or as defiant as a kitten before a lion.

>A moment later I was out.

>I felt something thump against my head and I went down.

>When I came to I found myself in an unfamiliar room.

>My head hurt like a motherfucker.

>I feel like I was a makeshift punching bag for Muhammad Ali.

>I feel like my head is nagasaki and someone dropped a bomb on it.

>My head is spinning so bad i feel like a flat earther who just discovered the earth is round.

>As my eyes adjust to the light in the room, I can just make out someone sitting in a chair next to me.

>After a few moments of me shaking off what is probably a concussion I can tell it’s Sara.

>She’s staring down at the floor, sniffling.

>Her eyes are red and puffy, clearly she had been crying recently and for some time as her face was also red.

>She sat alone, her father nowhere to be seen.

>I tried to sit up but fuck my head and even my eyes hurt from the attempt.

>Sara, I rasp, trying to find my voice.

>Sara looks up at me.

>She never stopped crying.

<“Will, oh thank God you’re okay…”

>Okay is kind of subjective…

>I feel like I played chicken with a semi while riding a bike.

>I feel like I played Russian roulette with a fully loaded revolver and emptied it in my skull.

>What the hell happened?

>I nursed my head, unable to feel anything but the throbbing pain.

>Sara did a weird half giggle half cry.

>I guess in my delirium I may have said something kinda funny.

>If it weren’t for this excruciating migraine I’d probably laugh along with her.

>She takes a moment to compose herself, wiping her eyes.

<“I… My dad…” She started.

<“He kinda put one between your eyes.” She said, making a fist and tapping it against her head.”

>I see.

<“Yeah, you went down pretty hard… you were bleeding.” Her voice was shaky, causing her to struggle with her words.

<“Will, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

>Why are you sorry?

>I’m the idiot that got myself into this mess.

>I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’m not even mad at the guy.

>He knocked me the fuck out.

>I hold back my chuckle for fear of the pain getting that much worse.

>Sara nods slowly.

<“I think… after he hit you he… regretted it instantly.”

<“He grabbed you and brought you to the hospital right away.”

>Huh, so he doesn’t completely hate me…

>Sara continued.

<“We talked for a bit while you were out…”

<“He really does think you’re a good guy, Will…”

<“He told me I’ve never looked so happy… but…”

<“But when he saw us in the theater… I guess dad mode kicked in and he just went off the rails.”

>I kept my mouth shut and listened, running her words through what was left of my head.

<“My dad is terrified… he admitted to me that he’s scared… of you.”

>Wha-

<“Not like that, dummy.” Sara cut me off, smiling now.

<“He’s scared you’ll take me away.”

>It’s not like we’re getting married right away jeez.

>Besides I doubt I’ll ever be leaving this town.

>Sara’s eyes welled up again.

>She nodded slowly before she let out a shaky and cracked voice.

<“I know that… I know you won’t.” She said getting up from her chair to hug me.

>Now I was afraid as I racked my wrecked brain with the meaning behind her words.

>What’s wrong?

>Why are you crying?

>Sara?

>She kept her face buried in my shoulder, sobbing into my neck.

>I put my arms around her, trying to console her as best a bedridden man could.

<“It’s my mom’s job…” she whimpered.

<“She’s got an offer from upstate…”

>No…

<“So dad wants to move again for her.”

<“He doesn’t want to be separated…”

>Which means… you’re going with.

>This revelation hits me harder than her dad.

>I lie in the hospital bed, my head pounding but my body numb.

>I hug Sara tighter than I ever had before.

>There’s nothing else for me to say, nothing I can do to stop her from going - from the best to ever happen to me from walking out of my life.

>Sara feels the same way from the tears rolling down her face.

>I can feel them against my neck, her sobs shaking both my and the bed.

>A thought comes to me as I lay there.

>I push on her, getting her to pull back just enough.

>I take hold of her face with both hands.

>Don’t cry, Sara, you’re too beautiful for that.

>She wipes her eyes and forces a smile, still hiccupping.

>In a weird way It’s rather cute.

>I do my best to reach up for a kiss, Sara leaning down to meet me halfway.

>We take a few more moments before I fall back to rest my head.

>Sara… we graduate at the end of this year, right?

>Sara nods.

<“Yeah, I hope so…”

>We will.

>I’ll wait for you.

>Like I said, I’m never going to leave this town.

>So you’ll know where to find me.

>The waterworks start up again from those beautiful emerald eyes.

>Sara gives me one more kiss before she stands back up and pulls the char close by the head of my bed.

>She does her best to calm down and wipe the tears away.

>So now that we’re all situated, I started.

>When do you leave?

<“End of next week…” She answers.

>Oh… well hey.

>Why don’t we just use that time to watch all the movies we want?

>Hospital’s got a player, doesn’t it?

<“It… does, I think.” Sara said, a little surprised by my optimism.

>Hey, you said a week, I’m usin’ it.

>I want to spend as much time with you as I can.

>A big dumb smile found its way onto Sara’s lips.

>Between her puffy red eyes and the tears going down the corners of her upturned mouth it made for a truly memorable sight.

>She was still so beautiful to me.

>Man, I think your dad hit me harder than I thought, I joke, pointing at her.

>Sara doesn’t get it at first, but then I finish my thought.

>You look so cute when you’re crying, I think your dad turned me into a sadomasochist.

>Sara - still smiling, slaps my chest with enough force to make me cough.

>I laugh.

>She laughs.

>I smile.

>She plants her mouth on mine to shut me up.

>Saturday comes and goes as does Sunday.

>Despite being in a hospital I’m actually having a lot of fun.

>Sara comes by every day, keeping me company through all the hours until she gets sleepy.

>Even then I have to convince her to go home and rest.

>She got to meet my parents who seemed to be head over heels for her.

>My dad jokingly asked when we were getting married.

>Sara stopped me from correcting him.

<“Next year, I’m thinking.” She says with all the confidence of the world.

>I blink a few times, the words echoing in my head as they conversed with one another.

>Marriage… yeah, we should just get married!

>My parents go home and leave me in the care of my ‘beautiful fiance.’

>I was completely unaware but I guess at some point we had just gotten engaged.

>Sara helps me get up and walk to the restroom.

>Man, hospital gowns suck.

>I feel so embarrassed with Sara looking at my bare ass.

>Sara notices this and can’t help herself but to tease me.

<“Hey sexy, come here often?” Sara asks, stepping in front of me.

>Damn it, Sara, I gotta piss!

<“Oh, honeybun, I’ll meet you in the bathroom in five.” She jokes, opening the door for me.

>I get in there and plop down onto the seat with a sigh.

>I can’t help but think back to when I was looking at those photos she sent me.

>Sara?

<“Yeah, hon?”

>We should send pics to each other, like once a week or something, I donno.

>Sara was quiet for a minute.

>Then I heard my phone bleep in the other room.

>Sara?

<“Yeah, hon?”

>Did you just send me a nude?

<“N-… No?” She lied.

>Sara?

<“Y-yeah, Will?”

>Did I tell you I love you?

<“I love you, too, Will.”

>This boldness of hers was going to get me into even more trouble one day, I was sure of it.

>Still, I start to think to myself how lucky I am to be alive, considering Sara’s dad could have very well killed me had he seen what I’ve seen.

>The rest of the week went by quicker than I had hoped.

>Sara and I spent a lot of time together - as much as we could before the week was up.

>She brought homework and we even studied together one night.

>Something about that made it feel like normal.

>Sara was already showing lots of improvement for her testing skills, and my brain didn’t feel like it was going to burst out of my skull.

>Eventually I was released from the hospital.

>Thankfully it was the day before Sara’s move.

>I wanted to at least spend one more day with her outside of that stale hospital room.

>It would also feel nice to finally have some actual clothes on while talking with her.

>I felt more upset about that than her, and she made that obvious.

<”And here I was thinking just how cute you were in that gown.”

>Ha ha.

>Maybe you should be the one wearing it next time.

<”Is that a threat?” She grinned.

>More like a promise.

<”Well there’s only one way for you to put me in a hospital, but dad told me to wait until I’m married.”

>I laughed.

>What the hell am I gonna do without you…?

<”Well… I plan on coming back here next year, so you got all that time to catch up on all those movies I gave you.”

>I nodded, thinking of the enormous stack of dvds now piled in my room.

>There was at least a hundred movies, all categorized alphabetically and in genre.

>This manticore of mine was probably the biggest movie buff I will ever meet.

>I never gave you anything, I admitted.

>Sara smiled.

<”Just call me and talk to me about the movies, that’d be enough for me.”

<”Besides, not like I’m just giving them to you, we’re gonna share them, okay?”

>Man, even after everything that’s happened she really was dead set on us being spouses.

>Deal.

>On one condition.

<”What’s that?”

>We’ve only been dating for about a week or two, right?

>Well you’ve known me longer than I’ve known you…

>I expect you to tell me all the embarrassing stuff you did in the past.

>Sara looked like she was considering it before giving me a nod.

<”Deal.”

>The day came when Sara’s family had fully packed their belongings in a rented Uhaul.

>It looked like some other family members and friends of their family had come to help out.

>Sara’s dad even allowed me to help out.

>He seemed to really change, he was more open with me and even introduced me to Sara’s mother.

>Obviously she was also a manticore - and just like Sara she was short and stacked.

>I can see where she got her looks.

>She looked so young for being Sara’s mother.

>Must have had Sara at a young age.

>Hilariously Sara was at least a few inches over her when it came to height.

>This little woman was definitely holding some kind of leash on Sara’s dad, he did everything she said with no complaint.

>’A happy wife is a happy life,’ huh?

>Still, I guess I’ll be in the same situation one day, right?

>Sara’s mom was something else.

>She treated me like Sara and I were already married.

>She even berated her husband for having ‘clocked me so hard on the noggin.’

>She gave me a hug, which I could tell had irritated Sara - mostly because she yanked me away from her out of jealousy.

>I hugged Sara to get her to relax as her mother chuckled at the two of us.

>”You two remind me of dad and me when we were your age.”

>When everything was done, Sara came to me to say her goodbyes.

>I expected some long and heartfelt speech she had thought up but instead she hugged me.

>Silently we embraced each other for several moments before her dad called her name.

>”Let’s go, Sara!” He called.

>Not in an irritated way, but more like he knew if she stayed too long she’d break down.

>I knew it, too.

>Goodbye, Sara, I said, feeling a bulge in my throat.

>It was harder than I thought it was going to be.

>Sara nodded.

<”Goodbye, Will. We’ll see each other soon, I promise.”

>She leaned back in for another hug, squeezing me tight as she could.

>It was the nicest and yet the saddest thing for me.

<”When we do, we’ll get married, okay?”

>I nod, leaning down as far as I could to bury my face in the fluff around her neck.

>Ow.

>Ow?

<”I’ll be back to collect by then!” Sara shouted, laughing all the the way to her dad’s truck.

>GOD DAMN IT SARA!

>I chased after them as they drove off, trying my best to keep Young Willie from bursting through the seams.

>As they pull away I can’t help but feel the loneliness of standing by myself in the middle of the street with a fucking boner.

>I’m gonna fuck the shit out of her when we get married.

More to come soonish.

>>366023

>>366023

>one of the best stories I've read here

>compelling characters and prose bring me right back to those hs years

>runs smack dab into "contrived separation arc" trope

for what purpose exactly?

>>366114

To play with your emotions, of course.

:^)

prepare for smut as an apology

>It was painful at first, going through school life all the way to graduation without seeing Sara.

>Well, not seeing her in person.

>We texted and called each other pretty much every day.

>We also swapped pictures and stories and all sorts of stuff with one another.

>I managed to get my mom to take a photo of me in my graduation gown to send to Sara.

>She likewise sent her own.

>I was happy that she at least graduated.

>She even wrote a follow up message.

<I’m comin’ for you.

>Ha.

>’Mature jokes’ aside, I replied with my own little message.

>I’ll be here waiting.

>We would say this and our ‘honeybun’ and ‘babycakes’ back and forth to each other for several months.

>I was already working a part time job and going to college, saving up as much money as I could.

>My mom helped me look for an engagement ring, a simple pair of silver bands - Sara liked silver.

>I would hold onto this until she came back to me - though who knows when that would be.

>The year was almost up.

>Things never work out how you want them to is what I told myself.

>I was mostly just trying to soften the blow, I mean I knew Sara would come back - somehow I knew, but…

>In a year?

>Might be wishful thinking.

>If she didn’t show up I didn’t want to be completely disappointed and mope around for a whole month.

>The year rolled around and to neither of our surprise, Sara told me she would keep trying but she wouldn’t be able to make it in time.

>I sighed, coming home from my job to kick off my shoes and wallow in my self pity.

>All that downplaying did nothing to help me cope.

>I never knew how much I wanted her to be here.

>As I entered the house and made my way to my room my mother greeted me and asked how my day was.

>I was honest with her.

>I missed Sara.

>All the work I was putting in to give us a brighter future was weighing heavier now that she wasn’t here.

>Mom did that thing parents should do, she tried to encourage me and tell me everything would work out.

>I wanted to believe it but man, I just need some sleep.

>I made my way up the steps with heavy feet, still daydreaming about how I’d greet Sara if she suddenly rang the doorbell.

>That sweet, devilish grin of hers, the kind she texts me at least two to three times a week.

>Believe it or not I even missed Miss Cactus and the antics we had every so often.

>When I opened the door and flipped on the light I found my room a little cleaner than usual.

>I guess mom got tired of looking at my mess and decided to clean it up.

>The bathroom door was still closed, guess that was another chore for another day.

>Well, fine by me, I kick off my shoes and loosen my belt.

>As I go to close my door I hear my bathroom door creak open.

>I turn to see the dark crack between the doorframe.

>I swear that door was closed.

>If this was a horror film I should just leave before I find an axe in my chest.

>But like a character in said film I get an inkling of stupid curiosity.

>Much like how horror film characters have suicidal tendencies I decide to investigate.

>But not before grabbing my bat.

>Slowly I reach for the handle of my bathroom door and inch it open with one hand.

>If there’s an animal in there, like a raccoon or whatever, it’s life is now forfeit.

>Inch by inch, slowly i open the door -

>But before I can prepare myself, the door swings open and something pulls me in.

>OH FUCK!

>I feel claws at my back and something pierce my shoulder.

>Ow, fuck!

>Shit!

>I struggle, trying to turn away to escape but whatever it is it’s latched onto my back.

>I somehow manage to pick it up as I try to make for the door but something slams it shut in front of me.

>I flip the switch for the light but I feel my eyes are covered by something big.

>Then I hear something.

<“I came for you.” She whispered in my ear, her teeth brushing against it.

>That’s when I realized Young Willie is at full attention.

>No way.

>It couldn’t be.

<“Oh, but you see, it is!” Sara replied, removing her wings from my face.

>My words were caught in my throat as I tried to fight my eyes from leaking.

>Sara… oh my God, you really came!

<“Well… not yet.” She said with a low voice.

>You perv.

<“Hey, I’m not the one pitching tents here.”

>Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it was all Miss Cactus’ fault.

>We both share a quiet laugh, Sara turning me round to face her.

>She pulls me down into a hug and I lift her up.

<“Whoa, someone’s been working out.” She said with a satisfied tone, her legs wrapping around me.

>Work’s got me lifting, I answer proudly.

<“Uh-huh…” She ‘purrs,’ giving me a kiss on the neck.

>Uh… Sara.

<“Yeah, Honeybun?”

>You’re sitting on Young Willie.

>Sara grinned.

<”I know.” She said flatly, her eyes smiling down at me.

<“You know… Miss Cactus and I, we’re actually having a hard time controlling ourselves around you…” She said, running her claws through my hair.

>Oh jeez, oh jeez, hold on, I can’t-

>Sara jumps down and pushes me against the bathroom counter.

<“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you blushing, Will.”

<“You look so cute, Miss Cactus says she could just eat you up.”

>Oh my God.

<“What? It’s true, see?”

>She leans up real close to my face, pulling my head down to give me a smooch on the cheek.

>Down below I can see her tail hovering down by my manhood.

>I feel that familiar pain from before and strangely enough I welcome it.

>I can’t believe I was starved for Sara’s ‘bullying’ or whatever this is…

>It’s probably the most exciting thing for me right now.

>OW!

>Damn it, Sara!

>She had jabbed me again with one of her barbs.

<“Oops! Looks like Miss Cactus was getting jealous.”

>Holy fuck, I can’t believe she stung me again.

>As if it didn’t hurt hurt before I’m fairly certain I just made a stain in my pants.

>Damn you and your Miss Cocktease.

>My legs are so weak, but my manticore fiance (to be) is keeping me pinned against the counter.

<“Hey, Will….” Sara said, grabbing my hands with her own.

<“Let me feel it…”

>I can’t exactly say no, what with my spaghetti legs and my stiff penne.

>Any and all reason I had before has been completely and utterly obliterated by the double dosing dick drinker on Sara’s derriere.

>Yeah, I was 100% right back then.

>Sara is a huge pervert.

>She might be an even bigger pervert than me.

<“I said I’d come for you, right?” She whispers.

>I can only nod stupidly as I try to focus on breathing.

>She slowly undoes my belt and slips my pants and boxers down to my ankles, sliding me down onto the toilet.

<“Just try to keep quiet and let me take care of this…” she said, her fingers running from Young Willie’s underside to his head.

>She took a moment to admire the fluid that followed her touch.

>Alright, so I didn’t actually mess my shorts, but damn am I close.

>I might have been more embarrassed if I could think clearly - but the double venom and our past hospital experience vetoed any of those thoughts.

>Not that Young Willie cares.

>He’s a good soldier, he stands at full attention when a lady is on deck, as Sara notices.

>She climbs up on top of me, her perfectly plump ass pushing down on my lap.

>She’s so short that I can see over her as she clings to me.

<“I hate to tell you honeybun… but no sex until we’re married.” Sara spoke into my ear.

>For a moment I panicked, hoping that she wasnt about to blue ball me.

<“But I don’t think Miss Cactus counts…” She hisses to me, her tail now hovering above my manhood once again.

>Oh thank God, I’ll do anything right now to get this manticore on my dick.

<“I just want to ask you one thing, Will.”

>W-what?

>I can’t help but stare as her tail slowly creeps down over me.

<“Do you want it?” She asked, pulling her shirt up to reveal her breasts.

>Those magnificent chest pillows, I got to feel them once but I never actually saw them.

>I wrap my arms around her and pull her up to bury my face in them, her breasts squishing against me like soft, warm cushions.

>After enjoying this sensation for a moment I give her a nod.

>I can’t resist her anymore.

>I’ve dreamed of doing this at least four to five times this week alone.

>I want you.

>Sara buries my face back into her breasts to hide her own flushed cheeks.

>When I came back up for air I saw the ‘mouth’ of her tail envelope Young Willie.

>It feels incredible.

>Like all the pain and discomfort from before is melting away into that warm, wet bulb.

>Miss Cactus’ ‘lips’ wrap around me and take me all the way down to the root.

>Sara holds me tightly, her tail sucking as it pulls back off me with a pop then back down again just as slow.

>I can’t even think straight looking at her anymore.

>Apparently neither can she, because when she looks at me I can tell she’s feeling it too.

>Her eyes are glazed over with pleasure.

>She bit her lip to keep it from quivering.

>It didn’t help.

>I can feel a wetness between my fingers.

>When did I reach down there?

>Even Sara seems surprised, gasping with more pleasure as she slumps down on my lap again.

>For a while we just feel each other, my fingers playing with her as her tail plays with me..

>She grabs my shoulders and tries with all her strength to lift herself back up to me.

>She’s making the cutest face right now, her lips pursed as she attempts to kiss me once again.

>While I would have loved to pay her back for all the teasing she’s done, I can’t help myself.

>I want it too.

>I help her up, her mouth meeting my own.

>I can feel it welling up inside me now.

>As I reach my limit Sara gets more and more intense with her tail, her grip on me getting tighter by the second as she pumps faster.

>She wraps her arms around my head, moaning and breathing as quietly as she can.

>Release comes and it was about that time that I blacked out for a second, the sound of her breathing in my ears.

<“I love you… Will.” She whispered between deep breathes.

>I felt her lips on my neck again and my eyes opened to witness her tail slowly pull off my manhood with another pop, my seed spilling out between both our legs.

>In probably the weirdest way I found that kinda hot.

>Then I get a thought and laugh.

<“Hehe - what is it?” Sara giggles along, still embracing me.

>Cactus Creampie.

>Sara slaps my shoulder faking offense.

<“Dummy.” She says with an endearing tone.

>I’m smiling ear to ear, fully satisfied with this turn of events.

>Ow.

<“Oh, look, he’s standing up again.” Sara remarks, sticking me back into her twisted tailhole tallywack trap, starting our whole sexcapade back up again.

>Several days pass as Sara and I look for a place to move into.

>I proposed to her pretty much on the spot after the fourth or fifth time we ‘did it.’

>Although Sara insists we never did the real thing.

<“I’m saving that for our honeymoon, Honeybun.” She told me.

>Well, we better get married soon then damn it!

>Three months was the minimum I would allow for.

>Thankfully Sara didn’t care if it was a small wedding, but I’d just as quickly gone to a damn courthouse just to get legally married.

<“If you want it in three months then you’re going to help me get this wedding prepared.” Sara demanded of me.

>Shit, I’ll suffer through this if it means we get to graduate from Miss Cactus.

>I’m about to beg her for butt stuff.

>I mean, tailpussy is tailpussy but I want to feel her legs against mine.

>It’s weird but I can’t explain it.

>I’m sure a lot of men get what I’m saying though, but not Sara.

<“You’re just gonna have to wait.” She would tease me.

<“Miss Cactus might have a fling with the fiance, but I’m pure ‘until death do us part.’” She quoted, now in full bully mode.

>I know I’m fucked in the head when that turns me on.

>But hey, she’s gonna be my wife so what’s there to complain about?

Could end it now or we could get one more post in. Thoughts?

>>366173

Pretty great so far. I'm loving the characterisation of Sara. Maybe one more post just to wrap it all up wouldn't go amiss.

>>366175

This, we need a final marriage/impregnation scene.

>>366170

We need to see that marriage. It'll be super wholesome.

>>366173

SUPER SWEET

Mofucore daughteru pottery ending?

Sorry for the wait, big posts for big finish, enjoy!

>The day finally came.

>I stood at the altar with the priest, holding my breath as the organs played the Bridal Chorus.

>My bride appeared beside her father in the archway leading up to the front.

>My heart was pounding as I watched her, dressed and veiled in pure white walking up the aisle.

>Her mischievous tail hid below the train of her wedding dress, occasionally flitting back and forth as she made her way up.

>Everyone stood on either side of her as she passed by, her father handing her off to me.

>Everyone sits.

>Her father tries to hide the fact that he’s fighting back tears.

>I give him a nod and guide her to her spot in front of the pastor, who begins to read in reference to scripture.

>The only thing I can see right now is Sara in front of me.

>I can just make out her beautiful smile underneath her veil.

>Pretty sure she’s crying, too.

>If we had to wait any longer I’d probably do the same.

>This is the happiest moment of our lives now, so it’s fine, right?

>The pastor prompts us for our vows.

>We recited them perfectly to one another just as we rehearsed.

>Soon afterward the pastor lead us to the big question question.

>I do.

<“I do.”

>”You may kiss the bride.” The pastor says.

>I’m smiling like crazy as I reveal my bride - no, my wife’s face from under her veil.

>She looks as beautiful as ever.

>She had been crying a little, but she was smiling as much as I was.

>I leaned down as she stood on her toes to meet me halfway, her arms wrapping around my neck with her bouquet at my back.

>After a moment we stopped and she flung the bouquet to the crowd.

>I’m not sure who caught it but people were laughing just the same.

>I was too busy looking at my wife.

>Our congregation of friends and family lit up the church with cheers and applause.

>Now as I stand here with my wife I’m wiping my eyes, too.

>We hold hands as we exit the church and head to the banquet hall they had set up for us in the back.

>My wife, Sara cupped her free hand to her mouth.

<“Alright, everyone, the part you’ve been waiting for, the reception!”

<“Open bar, big buffet, let’s go! Don’t get too toasted, Ashes!” She jeered.

>Everyone laughed, following Sara and I to the next building.

>We took our place at the head of the party, sitting at our table, watching all of our friends and family mingling.

>I still couldn’t get over how grand the cake looked: three tiers with a bride and groom atop under an archway.

>Really good shit.

>My parents are already enjoying the wine.

>My wife is leaning on my shoulder, her hand grasping mine.

>We both sighed.

>It was a year and some months later since we first met (outside of stalking).

>We wanted to wait until late spring to marry, that way we could honeymoon during the summer.

>What seemed like a long time now would only be the beginning of our lives from now on.

>I am content, knowing that through any hardships I come to face Sara will be by my side through it all.

>There’s nothing we can’t do.

>Even sex.

>Especially sex.

>Holy shit I am ready for tonight.

>Sara had kept me waiting, only using her tail on me that one time several months ago.

>While I could… ‘relieve’ myself at times, it never felt quite as good as she made it, which was driving me crazy.

>We ran through dinner, everyone enjoying the meals.

>I’m sure it was good, Sara seemed to enjoy it, but I was much too busy undressing her to appreciate the food.

<”What? Something on my face?” Sara asked faking her concern.

>I wish, I whispered back in a tone similar to hers.

>She stuck her tongue out at me.

>I stuck out mine.

>We leaned in close and touched tongues.

>Probably the most childish thing we could do right after getting married.

>Which is okay because soon we will do the most adult thing after marriage.

>Consummating.

>Oh shit the music is starting.

>Oh shit my wife wants to dance.

>Young Willie also wants to dance.

>In my panic I somehow manage to hide him by turning into my wife as we make our way to the dance floor.

>No one seemed to notice.

>No one but Sara.

>She smiled at me, her arms reaching up to my sides, pulling me into her belly.

>Her wedding dress did well to hide it all, but now her breasts pressed up against me.

>Somehow I managed to keep dancing as if nothing was wrong.

<“Oh, Will… we have got to get you under control, you wild man.” She says with a grin.

>Me? Oh, I’d like to see whatever that looks like, I say, stepping back and forth to the music with her.

>Sara shakes her head, still grinning and turns with me.

>We spin around once before going back to our waltz.

>Just like we practiced.

>Eventually the song came to an end and we stood across from one another, holding hands tightly.

>Thankfully Young Willie calmed down in that time.

>I guess he realized it was too wholesome a moment for us to ruin for ourselves.

>I even managed to pass her off to her father for their traditional dance.

>After that it was a free for all, every song you’ve ever heard at a dance played: the electric slide, a list of all the random hip hop shit I never knew the words to, pretty sure I heard some Journey play and we even had Michael Jackson’s Thriller.

>I danced them all alongside my wife.

>How could I not? We had so much fun together it would have been a sin not to.

>The day finally ended when we both grabbed out stuff and piled into the back of a limousine we had reserved to take us to our honeymoon cruise.

>We said our goodbyes to everyone and our driver hit the gas.

>We’re both so lucky Sara’s father is such a good hearted man.

>By some miracle he approved of us getting married and even offered to send us on our honeymoon.

>He later apologized to me and told me that he just wanted to be sure I could handle Sara, that it was more for me than her.

>He admitted it hadn’t occurred to him how much he was hurting her by doing that, but she had had some… not so good friends before.

>I wondered if the cruise was his way of apologizing to her?

>Either way we rode in the back of the limo trying to undress one another and get into more appropriate clothing.

>No sex, at least not yet, not in a limo.

>Although that does sound pretty hot.

>Sara helps me get my shorts on and button up my shirt.

>I help her get her dress off and slip into a flowing gown with her own shorts and tank top.

>The whole ordeal took us both some time, considering the intricacies of undoing a wedding dress and all the layers of my tuxedo.

<“Did you see Ashes?” Sara said, throwing some conversation in between our busy grunts.

>Yeah, she’s got quite the baby bump.

<“I bet she’s gonna have twins.”

>Or one really big one.

>Sara gasps.

<“What if she has Cerberus?” She says excitedly.

>We had since finished that movie, making it all the way to the end.

>The cerberus was killed, leaving only one of the miners alive, but he was trapped in the mine with her corpse, doomed to suffocation.

>Apparently somehow in the deep of the cavern there use to be a gate to Hades or some such nonsense, but an earthquake had completely covered it up.

>Cerberus survived - well, until now - and continued to guard her master’s gateway.

>Well, if she does have Cerberus we’ll have to make sure not to go spelunking any time soon.

<“If it is, Ashes may have a gate to Hades down there…” Sara remarked, trying to keep a straight face.

>If anyone has a gate to Hades it’s that tail of yours.

>Sara shoves me, giggling all the while.

<“Maybe I need to show you a bit of Hell before I let you into Heaven?” She teased.

>Fine by me, I’ve been ready since this morning.

<“I’ve been ready since before last year.”

>You dirty manticore.

<“You know you like it.”

>Yeah. ‘I do.’

>Our driver clears his throat loudly and announces to us that we have arrived.

>We both look at one another and laugh shyly, the same thought running through our heads.

>He heard everything.

>As we exit the limo and grab all our luggage we quickly made our way to get on our cruise.

>Somehow we were in in a relatively quick fashion

>I collapsed on our queen bed, drained from the day’s events.

>Oh thank God, we made it.

>I sprawl out on the sheets and let out a big sigh.

>Sara throws her luggage aside and climbs up on top of me, slumping down on my chest.

<“Ahhh… well that was fun…”

>Yeah…

>Goodnight, Sara.

<“Goodnight, Will, see ya in the morning.” She said, nestling her head under my chin.

>We fell asleep wrapped up with one another, didn’t even bother to get undressed or change clothes.

>Morning came sooner than later, but Sara and I laid about for a while until an announcement came over the speakers.

>”Good morning, everyone, welcome aboard the Atlantic Cruise! We hope that you enjoy yourselves while we set sail for the coast of Spain!”

>Spain, huh?

<“Spain… Wuh…?” Sara grumbled, rousing from her sleep.

>Her arms were until recently firmly wrapped around my nape, her fluff making for a comfortable extra pillow.

>I’m more amazed her arms didn’t fall asleep, though.

>Nothing, babycakes, just go back to sleep, I say, wrapping an arm around her back.

>I realize that at some point Sara had stripped down to her undergarments.

>I was also without a shirt, her work, I guessed.

>Whatever, it was more comfy this way.

>Eventually after about another hour of rest we both shook off our drowsiness.

>Sara remained on top of me however and opted to sit on my waist.

<“So, Will, my beloved husband,” She began, giving me a toothy grin.

<“I promised you something, didn’t I?”

>I decide to play dumb.

>Did you?

>Sara raises a brow.

<“I did.”

>What was it you promised me?

>She snapped my belt off and pulled it out of the loops in one quick motion.

<“Oh, I’m not playing games today.”

>Wow, that’s… incredibly strange coming from you.

<“We’re married now. I’ve been holding myself back just as much as you.”

<“So I’m gonna take this ‘pork roast’ and stick it in the ‘oven,’ understand?”

>Wow, she really isn’t playing around.

>Are you gonna slow cook it? I ask, taking hold of her thighs.

>Sara pulls me loose from my boxers and lifts herself up.

<“Oh, we’re gonna be doing a slow cook alright, for at least eight hours.”

>Eight hours?

>I begin to wonder if I’m going to regret this decision, but before I can say anything Sara plunges Young Willie into the Cave of Wonders.

>I think Willie’s gonna go for rubbing her lamp.

>Shit, this actually somehow feels as good if not better than Miss Cactus.

>Feeling Sara bouncing on top of me with all her might I almost forgot how small she was.

>Her thighs were practically slapping against mine, that specific sopping wet pop you hear in those pornos.

>You know the kind.

>Well if felt even better than it sounded and that was enough to convince me that I was never going to experience anything this good ever again.

>Well, except for next time.

>And the time after that.

>Sara placed her claws on my chest to help keep herself up and hopping on my manhood.

>It felt strangely good to feel them brushing against my skin, just gently enough to keep from scratching me.

>Her tail swished back and forth as she went up and back down, slapping against either of my shins.

>For being mostly feline in nature - well, as much as a monster was like a cat, her tail sure was wagging a lot.

>She seemed to be coming to her limit, as she was getting louder and louder with every plunge down.

>I was squeezing her thighs when she made one last big plunge, my hips shooting up to meet her.

>It felt like bliss, although throughout it all I could not tell if I had even finished myself.

>Sara on the other hand, she had definitely had at least one or two orgasms.

>The look on her face was pure satisfaction, an expression no one could truly fake, as her tongue hung out of her mouth with a strangely wild smile on her lips.

>Sara? Hey, you alright there?

>You look like you’re in a climactic coma.

<“Shuddup…” she gasped.

<“Ah’m… enjoyin’ this… feelin’…”

>What’s it feel like…?

>She dismounted and rolled over in the bed.

<“Why don’ ya… try takin’ the lead and find oud… fer yerself…”

>Can’t argue with that logic.

>I drive it back into her with a grunt.

>Sara gasps at my sudden entry, her arms, legs, even her wings wrap around me.

>I give her my all, in and out again and again in a rocking motion.

>Eventually Sara matches my rhythm.

>It feels even better than before.

>Just what the hell kind of drug is this?

>My breathing gets heavier and heavier until I can feel it building up down below.

>Sara can feel it, too.

>For some reason though I just can’t seem to climax.

>Sara squeals with delight as she experiences yet another orgasm.

>Babycakes… I… I can’t seem to finish, I admit, resting on my elbows over her.

>She huffs and puffs, thinking for a moment without letting me go.

<“Do you trust me, Honeybun?” She asks after a few moments.

>Of course I do… why…?

<“It might… hurt.”

>I can take anything you dish out, Sara.

>As long as it’s not butt stuff.

>That’d be fucking gay.

<“It’s not butt stuff you dummy.”

>Her tail has somehow wrapped itself around my lower leg.

>I now realize where this is going.

>Well, if it helps me empty my balls I don’t give a shit.

>OW, OW, OW, OW, FUCK!

>She jabbed me several times in the calves with her spines.

>Already I can feel her venom working its way through my body - and more importantly to Young Willie.

>It only takes me about one thrust for me to glaze her lady strudel.

>The best ejaculation I ever had cannot compare to the release I feel at this very moment.

>Nymphomaniacs would die experiencing a mere fraction of the pleasure I feel.

>It feels so damn good I feel like I could cum from all this cumming.

>I’m pretty sure at least half of it is now leaking out of my wife’s funbox.

>A thought occurs to me.

>If it felt this good for me, I wonder just how good it felt for Sara.

>I struggle to pick myself up off of Sara, looking down at her face that is blushing and sweating and gasping for air.

>Her mouth is agape, steam coming off her breath.

>Weird, I thought that only happened in the cold.

>I get a good look at the sopping mess between our pelvises.

>Our own concoction of love has gathered on the cracks between our legs and around our sex.

>Sara’s tail has released me and as if on its own accord began to go for our own special blend of baby gravy.

<“Ah’m like… two thousand percend sure… ah’m pregnant.” Sara said through deep breaths.

>I couldn’t talk I was so out of breath from all the pleasure.

>That and Miss Cactus was going for a cleanup suck.

>Holy shit not right now, I just came, damn it!

>Good lord the sensitivity shot past the sky and hit the moon.

>I fall back, unable to keep myself up with this onslaught of tailpussy related dick torture.

>I probably filled her whole tail up by the time she let me go.

>I can’t get up.

>Sara completely drained me.

<“Ya had… enough… yet?” She asks, clearly still feeling it as much as I am.

>What if… I told you… no?

<“Then I’d call… you a liar.”

>Fight me, I manage to bluff, somehow rolling myself over beside her.

>My head was at just the right position as hers for a playful and reassuring kiss.

>I love you.” I whisper in her ear, causing it to flick.

>Sara manages to get ahold of one of my hands, holding onto it with both of hers.

>She played with it for a moment, running her own fingers across it before locking them with mine.

<“You know… I wasn’t really kidding about before… I’m willing to put money on it.”

>On what? Being pregnant?”

>Sara nods.

<“Manticore are… weird.” She started.

>Don’t remind me.

<“Shuddup, I’m trying to teach you a lesson!” Sara scolded.

>Hot.

<“Not many manticore are born. What I mean is it’s rare for manticore to give birth more than once.” Sara explains.

>She always was smart, smarter than me in a lot of ways.

<“But… we do get pregnant incredibly easily for the first time.” She said with a sigh.

>So… you’re already pregnant?

<“Oh who knows? We won’t know until a few months out silly.”

>The thought of Sara bearing my child isn’t something I had actually given any thought.

>I’m not against having children but I wanted us to enjoy our marriage for a little bit at least.

>But if Sara wants it then fuck it, let’s have a kid!

>I pull Sara over on top of me and by some miracle manage to slide back in.

>She gasped.

<“The hell, Will, you’re really still hard?” She asks, putting her hands on my gut for balance.

>You did jab me several times, so yeah, of course I still got it up.

<“Damn it, Will! You can’t fit any more- ah!”

>I pushed in further, feeling our mixture inside her.

>Ewwww, I teased her, slapping her thigh a little.

<“Ow, Will!”

>What? You do it all the time!

>I slap her thigh again.

<“Ahh! Damn it, Will! I do not slap your thighs!”

>No, you only jab me with those spines, I retort, smiling down on her.

>She looks completely defeated now, hiding her face in her hands.

<“It’s just an urge I get okay? I’m sorry if it hurts!”

>An urge? You mean like this?

>I slap the other thigh, not as rough this time.

>I don’t want to make her cry, I mean Jesus, she IS my wife.

>Sara is now pouting on top of me with my dick in her.

>I was turned on before but this is something else.

>This is like some kind of sick fetish I developed solely because of her.

>That expression on her face, the thing she does with her lip, her furrowed brow and scrunched up nose, her crossed arms, she looks so damn cute.

>I rear up a few times as if to confirm it to myself that I indeed find all this pretty sexy.

>Sara loses her balance and falls towards me.

>Luckily I catch her fall, gently bringing her down to me.

>I give her a big hug, wrapping my arms around her back and her head.

>She can’t help but try for the same.

>I’m sorry, Sara.

>I love you.

<“Damn it, Will, why do you have to sound so convincing?” She grumbles as I slowly pump into her.

>Well I do! I’m not lying.

<“I know… I love you, too.”

>We both manage to finish together and decide to end it there.

>Not quite eight hours but all things considered we were real damn close.

>Both Our pelvises are practically swimming in sweat and other things, but neither of us really mind.

>Either we’re too tired to care or I’m discovering the joys of the afterglow.

>I mean at least I didn’t finish on her face.

>Not sure if she’d even appreciate it.

>Miss Cactus might though.

>She paid another visit while we rested.

>It was like some kind of auto cleaning sucker latched onto Young Willie and kept him company all day.

>Thankfully my uh… aggression seemed to subside after her tail had its way with me.

>Maybe it sucked out any excess venom?

>I know that sounds far fetched but given how I finally calmed down after yet another climax inside that damn bulb I’m beginning to think that might be the case.

>The rest of the honeymoon was pretty typical.

>Sara and I enjoyed ourselves as young spouses should, with lots of relaxing, drinking and fucking.

>Sara gets really clingy when she drinks margaritas, it’s really kind of funny.

<“Will, Ah love ya! Ah love ya more ‘n anythin’!”

<“Ah love ya more ‘n all mah movies combined!”

<“Ah love ya so much that Ah would take all the bullets fer ya! Wha? Wuzzat…? Mizz Cactus says she would, too!”

>Among other outrageous stuff, such as wanting to bear several hundred of my children and name them all alphabetically.

>The first kid’s name started with ‘the letter 1.’

>This was only after a few drinks mind you.

>She’s surprisingly a lightweight.

>I had to take her back to our cabin so the other guests could enjoy themselves without seeing all our dirty laundry bother figuratively and somewhat literally.

>I think Sara vomited on herself at one point.

>I had to clean her up in the shower because she refused to take off her clothes unless I did, too.

>Then she drunkenly fucked me in the shower.

>After missing with her tail about twenty times or so.

>I had half a mind to fuck her in the ass for the whole display but it wouldn’t be much of a punishment if she wasn’t fully aware of what was happening.

>I’m also scared of of her offering to blow me off while drunk.

>Last thing I need is vomit on my dick, no matter how much I secretly want Sara to give me head.

>Eventually We fuck until she falls unconscious in the act.

>The best I could do was use her tail to finish.

>I could hear her moaning happily during all of that.

>When she woke up it was as if she was never drunk at all.

>She had no hangover or anything.

>What a bizarre turn of events.

The rest of the week we pretty much ignored most other activities - besides eating, drinking and fucking.

>I guess we wanted to get as much in to make up for lost time.

The cruise came to an end and we went back to reality, whatever that was going to be for us.

<“Will, where’s Sabrina?” Sara asks, walking into our bedroom.

>I hold a finger up to my lips, sitting in the reading chair with a little fluff ball snoring cutely in one of my arms.

>She’s sleeping, I whisper, not wanting to wake up the little mofucore.

>I look up at my wife, who is showing signs of another one on the way.

>Her breasts, if you can believe it have gotten a little bigger since Sabrina was born, and now that she’s pregnant again they look - well, big.

>Sara smiles, sitting down on the bed in front of me.

<“She looks so happy… I’m jealous.” She says in a low voice.

<“I want to sleep with ‘daddy,’ too.”

>Pffft, you already got one bun in the oven, hon.

<“I didn’t mean it like that - but if we could…”

>Hey, two should be plenty for you.

<“I want another two at least.”

>I can’t tell if you’re joking and that’s scary.

>Sara gives me that grin I’ve grown to love so much.

<“What would you do if I wasn’t?”

>Well first we’d need to buy a bigger house…

<“Dad wouldn’t mind helping us out.”

>I don’t want to keep asking for dad’s help.

>He’s already done so much for us.

<”He does it because he wants to, Will.”

>I know.

>Maybe we can make this house work?

>It’s cosy and in a good neighborhood.

>Who knows, but when I see my kid and my wife with child I know our future looks bright.

Whooboy. Hope that was good enough for the wait.

Just realized I was sage. Shit, sorry guys!

>>366693

>didn't have sex on their wedding night

you WHAT

>>366697

Good end.

>>366697

I could have never imagined such a thing being made from a thread I made whilst bored. God speed you bastard, god speed!

I'm just glad you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

In case anyone wants more from me I'm currently OP for the Monster Mania thread.

I have another thing in the works as well about a reporter and his gremlin, but that's not a greentext so…

>>366809

>I have another thing in the works as well about a reporter and his gremlin

Gremlin daughters would probably be rambunctious as hell, with their mothers finding their behavior amusing rather than curbing it that much.

How would a father protect his wurm daughters innonce or more accurately protect the object of her affection.

>>392140

With very small words and brightly colored pictures, probably.

>>392140

Tell her that if she touches a boy before marriage, a ghost will pop out and gobble her up

I posit that girls are made impure by premarital sex with men other than their husband due to the phenomena of microchimerism where she takes on the DNA of those other men.

I further posit that microchemerism should not be a concern when that other man is her father, because she is already made out of 50% of his DNA.

Also I believe microchimerism is less of a risk when your semen is deposited in her stomach acid instead of the vaginal canal or anus. The DNA of the sperm is destroyed before it can merge with and chimerize her own.

The first time your daughter's husband fucks her, he will ejaculate in 10 seconds and get her pregnant because she is so beautiful and he is so inexperienced. This is dangerous because her vagina has not been properly pounded to prepare it for baby delivery.

A responsible father would be able to properly exercise the muscles down there. Due to raising her, and through gradual planned progress, he should not be hyper-aroused: just enough to maintain a boner but not enough to prematurely ejaculate, and so he can have sex with her for long periods of time.

He will also have the wisdom to take a break to avoid ejaculation so that he can prepare her for longer periods. This will make her physically fit and increase the useful pair bond between father and daughter which will protect them. The daughter will also understand that her dad truly loves her when he gives her up, because he has access to that pussy but forgoes it. Dads who do not have access to the pussy are just giving up something they never had access to in the first place, so they're not really sacrificing anything for their children.

>>392173

>dicking the daughteru

Semetic filth leave and stay go

>>392173

Your bait is shit. Get out.

>>392173

This might be the worst take on any topic I've ever read

>>392173

cool bait, next time try being less obvious

>>392173

This is too rooted in human biology to be mg fanfic. This is just some weirdo wanting to defile his daughter.

If you want mg incest fanfic, ok. But this just sounds like a real life degenerate excuse to boink your daughter

>>392165

<"But Dad… The neighbor's a ghost and she can't eat. I think some meanie on the internet lied to you."

"… I tend to forget you've got your mother's quick wit."

>Daugtheru gasps loudly, her eyes shining with unbridled hope.

<"You mean it? You really mean it?"

"(Unfortunately for your future husband), yes sweetie. Now, daddy's gotta work for a moment, he has to find an entry in the Encyclopedia of something big enough to scare a Wurm."

<"Ah! Good luck with that, dad! Mom says that the bigger they are, the dumber they get! And that you should never be scared of someone dumber than you!"

"(Your mom has always been a big girl. Also, I've read in the newspaper that they're trying to pass law describing anything dumber than the common Wurm as a threat to national security.)"

<"Sorry dad, did you say anything?"

"Nothing important sweetie, I was thinking that we should have fish for dinner. I've heard it's good for the brain."

<"Are you sure? Mom doesn't like fish that much…"

"(My point exactly), would fish-sticks be alright with you?"

<"Home-made?"

"Of course."

<"Yay! I'll go tell mom!"

"Sure thing sweetie."

>You really hope she'll take her time before growing up.

Disclaimer: The Anon depicted in this greentext might sound mean, but under all the vitriol, he genuinely loves his family, he just wish the loves of his life would think things over a little more before acting.

>>392173

Daughterus are not for sexual, Anon.

>>392205

>something big enough to scare a Wurm

Tell her Peg Pelvis Pete will come to kill her.